#the MA tag is so quiet today

[ndcgalitzine]

20yo Mile on insta in 2012 💚 (1/2)

[fillinforlater]

On her back

Male Reader x Bae Joohyun

Length: 2958 words

Tags: Daddy kink, Master kink, breeding kink, literal breeding, like impregnation, rough sex, mating press (for literal, REAL mating), from loving to degradation, emotional manipulation, teasing, overstimulation, multiple creampies, spitting, toxic relationships

TW: rough impregnation, emotional manipulation, the usual "On her" stuff

Inspiration/Credit: not possible without @sooyadelicacies, my great co-writer and inspirator

(A/N: Reminder that OC is an asshole and that this is fiction. Anyways, rough daddy kink breeding sex, yay. Enjoy a subby!Irene lol. Btw, it's been more than a year since Part 1 came out!)

“I’m here if you need a break from all these youngsters xoxo”

You are alone in the backseat of a Mercedes-Benz, quietly sipping on a cool, refreshing beverage with your airpods in. You need to destress and know just the person to see. You put your drink down and begin to close your eyes, settling in for a quick nap before you arrive at your destination. 

Maybe it was only a few minutes, maybe it was much longer than that, but you feel the car stop and you begin to wake. 

"We have arrived, sir."

Looking out, you find a beautiful secluded home surrounded by lush greenery. One of your many getaways. 

"Thank you, as always," you say politely as the door opens up for you and you're handed your luggage. You stroll up to the door and put in the passcode as well as the biometric scan of your fingerprint. But before you turn the knob, the door already opens and you are greeted by a stunning beauty. 

"Irene," you say simply. 

"Hello, my love."

"It's been a while," you add, a sigh on your lips, but you keep it down.

"It really has," the small woman responds, hands fidgeting on her sides as she just stands there, her boundless beauty that will persist for decades to come filling the air like the strong, vibrant smell of ripe fruits.

"God, you're so fucking pretty." 

This time, the sigh is at least palpable in the aftermath of your words when your arms reach out to her. Joohyun tenses up for a seconds before your embrace reaches her, caresses her back and finds rest on her butt. With ease, you pick the petite idol up and Joohyun's legs instinctively wrap around you.

You kiss her gently, lovingly. "Still tensing up? I thought I trained it out of you?" you tease. 

She blushes. "It's been a long time, Ma—" 

"Shh, not yet. There will be time for that. I need my lover right now, not my toy."

A soft smile on her face. One in a million, quite literally: days and weeks and months go by where she can never feel like this around someone else. They all make her put on the cold, reserved, distant smile, but with you finally by her side, she melts.

At least the temperature of her palms cupping your face is able to melt ice in seconds. Joohyun leans close to you and presses her lips on yours, her passion coming over you in a quiet explosion. A tad bit quicker, a little more tongue when she parts your lips, now you pull her in closer.

"God, I've missed this," she coos and you brush away her astray hair. 

"I have been busy... the young ones are quite—"

"Difficult? Always have been. Think of me back then."

You can't help but smile at the memories, though they also make your cock twitch against its cotton prison. Joohyun giggles. She must feel it poking her exposed midriff. 

"Those were fun times, but you know I'm still as tight as ever, only with more experience now. I promise I'll take away all of your stress today." 

"I know you will. That's why you know of this place. It's a short list, Irene." 

She smiles happily and melts her lips into yours once more.

With her secured around you, you wander off, straight to the bedroom, careful not to bump into anything on your way. There are easily a hundred idols you'd just violently throw onto a bed like this and then destroy their tight pussies, but with Joohyun you remain careful for now. Lay her down on it, never disconnecting your lips.

Joohyun starts to undress immediately and instead of following suit, you decide to watch her. Many months ago was the last time you've seen her bare body—at least in real life, up close. There are dozens of videos you've filmed with her and she even sent nudes last month, a rarity for the outwardly timid idol.

"You're skin," you groan and reach for her bare tummy, then breasts. "Still porcelain, still smooth and perfect."

"Th-thank you. I made sure it's perfect, just for you."

"Not for the fans, not for the members? Not for your own self-gratification?"

"Only for you, my Master."

There she goes. 

"Music to my ears. Hearing such obedience. It's rare to find that nowadays, I wonder if my methods are getting stale?" 

You muse, but she knew it was your way of asking for her opinion, her advice. Bae Joohyun was an intelligent woman and admirable leader after all, and she knew all the tricks in the outside idol world and in your bedroom.

"Are you concerned about the outcome, even with all your leverage? Or is it getting too boring for you?" Before Joohyun can continue, you rub in between her legs, over her modest panties to find a little bit of wetness there. Joohyun opens her mouth; no moan, no breath, she just sinks into the sheets. "I-I just don't see the problem."

"They are just so damn cocky and continue to be. Disobedience, arrogance, self-centeredness, it's all running rampant nowadays."

"We weren't any better back then."

Press a finger onto her pussy lips, the fabric disappearing a bit into the increasingly aroused hole.

"Oh, you think so?"

"Ye-yes, Master. Suzy, IU, Jennie, even I—we were all a lot of trouble for you. I remember the reeducation training with Jessica and Nana. Maybe some things never change—ah, fuck."

Joohyun moans when your tongue trails along the side of her body, up to her collarbone where you place kisses. She is now trapped underneath you and with all your experience and ease, you join her in her (almost) nude state. 

Instead of your finger you place a knee on Joohyun's covered heat and she instinctively grinds on it and loses herself in needy, desperate, good girl whines. She starts to pout and you rake your fingers through her hair like—

"Like in good old times." Your deep groan fills Joohyun with love.

"Yes, Master."

"You know how to grind on this knee. You know how to make yourself look submissive. You know how to combust into nothing but bliss when I just command you too.

"Don't you, Irene?"

"Y-yes, Master! You're so good to me."

Joohyun hesitates and whimpers for a moment, looking at you. 

"Master… call me Joohyun please. Irene is for everybody else, but I am Joohyun and I am yours, my Master. Your whore, your slave." 

The shortlist came with perks. She could make such requests of you. 

"Jennie was one of the worst, but she is one of my biggest sluts, so I guess it only makes sense." You think out loud. 

"Joohyun, is it true Red Velvet will have their last comeback soon?" 

She can only nod and hum. 

"I'll have to fuck you after then too… to breed you." 

Her eyes widen and you feel a great dampness in her folds. 

"Master, it will finally be my turn?" 

"We've discussed this before." 

"I-I know… but I said you could breed me before then. You know I would give up my career for you, Master. I only wish to be your cumdump."

There she goes, melting into a shape you have foreseen years ago. Of course she has been ready for it, but the time is right right now.

"Good girl."

You pull aside her panties and give her pussy lips tiny smacks. Joohyun starts to mewl and whimper in this perfect pitch, the pitch only your hand can make her reach.

"M-Master, hng!"

"This hole is ready to be bred." Indeed, you find it to be exceptional compared to even to your best youngsters, perfect, especially the wetness is extraordinary. "Now spread your legs and tell me how much you need it."

"Master, I've needed it since I underwent your training. I didn't allow any man to touch me but you, Master. I am pure. I-I stopped any form of contraceptive. I've been waiting. I'm ready to walk away from being an idol because all I want is you, Master. I see comments online, I know people call me Mommy because of my age and looks, but the only Mommy I want to be is for your child, Master. Breed me please. I am your good girl. I always have been. This whore, this slut, needs her Master to complete my training, to make me your breeding bitch."

You deem these words to be enough, excessive even. There was no need for all of them to be said out loud, you could clearly see it in her eyes, the wanton desire for your cock creaming inside her.  Some people might call it cruel to her, but the last person to call it cruel is Joohyun herself.

You penetrate her gracefully, something she has not experienced ever. There was always a need to destroy her pussy; after all, Joohyun was once a defiant bitch. Nothing of this is left as she ecstatically welcomes you inside, dopamine flushing her brain, passion in the way she moans, laughs when you bottom out.

"Daddy!"

"Squeeze tight, Joohyun. I need you to make me cum as often as you can and keep it all down, so you better be the tightest girl ever tonight."

"I'm Daddy's tight girl, just breed me and I'll not lose any of your seed."

"Stick your tongue out."

Joohyun does as told and you let some of your saliva spill out onto your tongue before it oozes down to her. You always found her cock drunk expression thrilling, this one probably being its greatest form when you start to thrust into her as she still tries to catch your gift.

She pouts, as your saliva misses her just a bit and drips on her body. 

"If they saw you now—Irene, everyone's ice queen—reduced to nothing but my personal whore, a Daddy and Master kink too? Some people think you're a bitch in how you behave and treat others. They are right in a way, aren't they darling? 

“You are my bitch.”

"Ma-Master, you are right," Joohyun moans, her response interrupted by ragged breaths. "I-I'm your bitch, a bitch in heat. Do-do you like the hot pussy of this ice slave?"

Has she always been this humorous? A circle around her clit, just a rub, and her eyes are wide open. Joohyun looks so different in bed, a different kind of gorgeous from her stage presence during songs with the velvet-concept. You appreciate both, but this is clearly your favorite.

"Good that it's still tight," you groan and pound her harder. "I bottomed out a thousand times and still your grip is... fuck."

"Yes, Master, please praise my pussy more!"

"Isn't this enough praise, bitch?" you say in rhythm to slower but significantly harder thrust, the type to make inexperienced girls limp and screaming. Not Joohyun, she takes it well, though her voice still breaks at the rough pleasure forced upon her needy sex.

Joohyun stretches her arms out, holds onto the frame of the bed while you force her feet further apart and higher in the air. She looks stupid, an embarrassing position for an idol of her class to be in. 

"Yes, Master!" she suddenly howls when your finger presses into the flesh of her thighs. "I don't want to dance anymore, make me unable to dance!"

"When I'm fucking done with you, don't even think about getting out of bed." You lean down to her sweaty, burning face and nibble at her jaw. "Don't move on your own before I've filled your entire womb!"

"Yes, Master.” Joohyun struggles to catch her breath, her words somewhere up in the air along with your face deliberately drooling down on her. “It's time isn't it? Please make me pregnant. I've been waiting for so long, Master, I've been patient and good—" 

"In due time, Joohyun, but you will take it all the way in your womb until you're dripping and spilling seed everywhere. One day.” Your promise is sincere, partially because Joohyun’s rippling pussy has your voice a bit strained. Rejecting her would be pointless, really, her pussy could just will you in and if she’s really not taking contraceptives— 

“I've heard your contracts are up in the air. Are you really going to throw it all away for your Master?"

Joohyun puckers her lips for you to kiss, barely able to squeeze out words through them and her forced out moans.

"Yes, M-Master! I don't care about the contracts, I only want your child."

"Then show me that cute little face," you say, teasingly leaning down to her lips searching for yours but not getting them. "The one you make when you cum on my cock like the good slut I trained you to be."

Joohyun is almost at that point of peak devotion, where she can almost will herself to an orgasm just from your command, but it's still too many almosts. You still have to lay a hand on her clit, the other on her waist and move both your hips and hands in quick, stimulating fashion until Joohyun squeaks like it's her first time in your bedroom. 

The night you tamed her, many, many moons ago, was a great achievement, because you know she would still be drop dead gorgeous when you decide to do this to her. Without giving Joohyun any signs of your imminent orgasm, you cream her the moment the pleasure over takes her. 

Her cute expression of bliss and submission to your superior frame is flooded with ecstasy and pride when you flood her cavern and womb with a thick load that is meant to stick inside her and eventually form a baby. Joohyun frantically holds onto your arms stabilizing her ever twitching body, her glassy eyes looking at you in reverence and servility. 

"Th-thank you, Master," she whispers, her face and chest flushed with happiness, both a bit puffed from pride and soreness as her walls still milk you. "It feels so warm."

"I know what you're feeling," you coo into her ear and feel her burn up even more. "Finally, no condom, no contraceptive, nothing blocking my seed from blooming in your tight tummy. Every orgasm before this pales in comparison, because this one was real.

"So I'm giving you more."

"Ma-Master, I don't deserv—ahh!"

You put every vampire to shame when you furiously bite down on a pale sweet spot between Joohyun's neck and shoulder. Unlike vampires however, the faint taste of blood pulls you back to reality, that it's better to just fuck Joohyun's cum-filled cunt deeper than getting your teeth into her deeper. Nonetheless, the euphoric girl has both arms around you and tightly clings to you.

"Ma-Master," she cries out. "I ca-can't take it any-anymore."

"Don't care," you growl, empathy foreign to you. "I don't care if your pretty feet or legs or hips go numb. You'll take my cock until I want to stop."

You glare at her, eyelids hiding sniveling, tears begging for mercy as once again, overstimulation breaks her. What a weakness to still have. It’s part of Joohyun, sure, but you thought she would’ve grown past it, especially for this moment.

"You wanted this Joohyun. You wanted Master to breed you. You begged for it, don't you fucking bitch to me now. Did I make a mistake in choosing you? Are you really ready to give up your idol career if you can't handle me like this?" 

Every word sliced into her. It's been ages since you broke her down like this, not just physically and sexually, but verbally. It was like she was your trainee all over again, a dominant, crushing hand on her throat, an unrelenting pelvis crashing down on hers.

"I will fuck you for however long I want..." 

You pause for a moment and choke her even harder. 

"Suzy can take it. Why can't you?"

"I can, Daddy!” Joohyun screams, finally fighting for herself against herself. “Make me a baby mommy, don't listen to my stupid mouth. You, you own this pussy!"

Feel Joohyun's pussy struggle to take all the cock and cum when you fold her to a painful degree and watch her face become just a canvas for tears. It's also red, like her bleeding shoulder or her round butt which you spank over and over again, red like her sore pussy lips or her insides. 

"Good thing that you're still tight," you scold Joohyun and spit at her face. "At least your pussy is trying to make your real dream come true."

"Master, I'm cumming."

"Shut up. I don’t care. Put your own fingers around your throat. Spread your pussy lips. Look at me, while I destroy you.

"While I end your career, Irene."

A second load, pumped and mixed into the first and ultimately overflowing from Joohyun's gaping hole. The moment you pull out, she knows that this will be it. She is going to be pregnant, no way around it.

You gently cup her face, look at an expression of bewilderment, hurt, happiness, sadness, pain, confusion. Not the first time that you've destroyed a young woman like this while making her pregnant. A kiss to ease the pain a bit, she thinks, but it's just a set up for a reality check.

"I'm a bit disappointed," you tell her. "I needed your full devotion, but it seems you have forgotten how to take a second load.

"That said, I don't regret it. You're beautiful and ready. I think your group deserves one more comeback, then you can tell them what happened."

"Th-thank you, Daddy."

"You can stop choking yourself, by the way."

"Yes, Daddy. I-I love you."

[i23kazu]

SLEEPY PAPA CUDDLES

characters. neuvillette x gn!reader genre. domestic romantic fluff. an. MORE melusine daddy content. please send help guys i literally cannot stop making daddy neuvi content | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

on the days when some of the melusine get sick, neuvillette wishes he could stay home.

the heartbroken wails of his sick littlest ones pierce his heart – but as chief justice, he rarely gets to take the day off. even after scouring the pages of the fontainian law books, he finds nothing that allows him to take parental leave because his child is sick... because you're a stay at home parent.

(therefore, the responsibility falls onto you to take care of the little ones, as much as neuvillette would like to share it with you.)

early in the morning, you feel some sort of movement within your bed... you sleepily turn to look at neuvillette getting up and walking to your littlest's room.

"it's alright, ma trésor... papa's here." you can hear him attempting to soothe little puca.

puca's cries resound through the halls of the house, neuvillette's quiet shh-shhs soon following. it's not long til you hear the sobs that turn to whimpers, a sweet picture of puca laying her head on your husband's shoulder forming.

it doesn't get better when everyone is awake. iara, puca, and mela are all now down with the same cold puca cried her little lungs out for last night, and all three sweethearts sniffle at the dining table, hot soup freshly ladled out in front of them.

"papa, don't go! please?" iara cries, tugging on neuvillette's sleeve. justice has no time left to waste, and neither does your husband.

"i'm sorry, ma petit ange, but i have to go to work," neuvillette responds remorsefully, picking up iara and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"but i don't want you to go! stay home! i want to stay with you!" iara wails, burying her head in neuvillette's shoulder. he begins to bounce her gently on his hip.

"i'll see all of you tonight, ma chérie. alright? i'll come back early today."

at last, little iara's hands seem to finally let go of neuvillette's shirt, her sobs still wracking her frame.

"come here, sweet girl," you gently hug her from behind, gathering the little melusine in your arms. iara bursts into wails once she hugs you tightly, heart broken over feeling sick and having to say goodbye to papa.

you distract the children while neuvillette slips away to work, undetected. the rest of the day goes somewhat smoothly, with the older ones helping out around the house while the younger ones rest in bed.

by the time the clock says that papa was about to come home, all of the little melusines that lived in your household were all fast asleep, hands softly tucked under the covers.

"i'm home-" neuvillette walks in, setting his work bag down. why was it so quiet? a typical day included a chorus of "welcome home, papa!" and the pitter-pattering of melusine feet padding to the doorway.

"mon cœur! please, calme– i just got the bébés to take a nap," you shush him, cracking open the door to the melusine's room, just a touch.

neuvillette wants to laugh. never in his... centuries? eons? of life, did he ever think he would have evolved to be a man of domesticity.

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[lewisvinga]

princess of the paddock | esteban ocon x fem! reader / daughter

summary; selina ocon steals the hearts of the paddock during the monaco grand prix.

warnings; suggestive comment at the end

notes; requested !

masterlist !

The flashes of cameras was something that was sure to scare every little child on the paddock. Selina, however, was not like most 3 year olds.

Y/n was quick to notice the sudden lack of a sassy toddler beside her. She felt her heart stop for a moment until she heard a familiar giggle.

Little Selina was busy posing for the cameras. She had her hand on her hip and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of her button nose.

“Selina!” A familiar gasp was heard. Y/n turns around and sees her husband appear beside her with his hands on his hips. “What’d I say to you before leaving today?”

The sassy three year old lets out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest as she walks over to her father. “No leaving Mama for photos.” she mumbles as Esteban leans down to pick her up.

“That’s right, ma ours. [my bear] Now what do we say to Mama?” He asks with a cheeky smile, glancing at his wife.

Y/n had an entertained smile adorning her pink lips. She makes eye contact with Esteban’s mini. The young girl still had her lips pursed up as her father brushes away any loose dark strands from her pale face.

“Sorry, Mama.” The young girl finally gave in.

Before either parent could reply, Pierre suddenly appears in front of them. “Making Princess Selina apologize? Why? She must be allowed to do whatever!” The French driver dramatically exclaims, causing the young girl to let out a laugh.

She reaches her arms towards Pierre and he quickly takes her in his arm. Charles and Carlos noticed the French driver holding onto the mini Esteban and quickly made their way.

“Is that Princess Selina?” The Monegasque says with a wide smile, reaching up to gently pinch her rosy cheeks.

“Duh!” Selina replies with her signature giggle.

Esteban and Y/n share a knowing look. Soon enough, most of the grid was already by Selina’s side just like they predicted. They didn’t know how but she had managed to capture the hearts of the entire grid. But it seemed like a sassy personality and a cheeky smile was key.

Selina was a fiend for attention. Being on the paddock was her favorite thing. She knew she had every driver curled around her finger. Not only the drivers, but the workers for Alpine adored the mini Esteban and were glad to watch her.

Fortunately for Y/n, that meant she always had a baby sitter during race weekends at some point.. Whether it was a driver or engineer or even Esteban’s PR manager, Selina was always with them.

After a long day of playing with seemingly everyone on the paddock, poor Selina was dead tired by the end of the race. It was all a blur for the 3 year old— not like she could remember much anyways.

The weekend was amazing for Esteban. He even claimed 3rd place during the Monaco Grand Prix. Monaco was a place where he would always go party and get drunk despite whatever position he ended in. However, ever since he had his daughter with the love of his life, Esteban opted for a quiet dinner on a yacht.

The sun was still beaming in the distance as the family of 3 finished their dinner. Selina barely got through, managing to fight her sleep so she can mess with her papa. She lost her battle with sleep the moment her papa picked her up and held her in his arms

Esteban laid down beside his wife on the cushioned seat, a sleeping Selina on his arms. Y/n lets out a chuckle, grabbing the throw blanket on the seat and wrapping it around the 3.

“The boys and even the engineers played tag with her all day. I think Lando wasted the most energy on her. Poor girl barely made it to the end of the race!” Y/n exclaims with a chuckle, leaning over to gently run her fingers through Selina’s black waves, the same hair that matched her father’s.

“But we did, with a small 10 minute nap in between. We’re so proud of you, Esteban, so unbelievably proud.”

“If I didn’t have either of you, I wouldn’t be where I am now.” Esteban replies, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and bringing her close. “My beautiful girls, I love you both.” He whispers. He kisses the top of Selina’s forehead before leaning over and placing a kiss on Y/n’a plump lips.

“I couldn’t have wished for a better father for our Selina.”

A comfortable silence fell upon the family of 3. The sun began to set in the back. The view of Monaco was something Y/n adored ever since moving there. It was a sweet moment until something popped up in Esteban’s mind.

“Wanna try for a 2nd? Maybe the same position might get us a sassier one this time.” He says with a suggestive smile.

“A sassier one? I can barely keep up with Selina!” Y/n exclaims with a gasp, lightly slapping his shoulder. “We’re doing any position but the one we did to get her. She out-sasses the both of us.”

“Amour, she out-sasses the entire grid. Have you not seen her with Charles?”

“That poor guy…”

[ericshoney]

Tara's sister ~ Chris Sturniolo (Final)

Summary: After a few months of hanging out with Chris, he asks you to be his girlfriend.

Warnings: swearing, nicknames, pure fluff

a/n: thank you so much for the love and support on this!

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It had been a couple months since everything had happened. You and Chris were very close and you had deep feelings for him. Today you were going to a fancier dinner, Chris wanted to take you somewhere special.

You were all dressed up in a mid-thigh length dress that hugged your body tightly, it was your favourite colour. You wore a pair of small heels and slipped a few rings on, all before Chris turned up at your place.

"Wow your fucking beautiful." Chris said once you opened the door.

"Thank you." You said.

He smiled and passed you some flowers, which made you smile even more. You placed them in the kitchen and grabbed your purse before leaving with Chris in the Uber.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Chris held your hand as you walked in. He spoke to the waitress about a table and you were led to a quiet part of the restaurant.

"This is so cute." You said as you sat down.

"The best for my girl." He said with a cheeky grin.

You blushed as the waitress took your drink orders. Even though you were both twenty-one, it didn't mean you wanted alcohol all the time. Chris went with a classic Pepsi whilst you went with a Coke.

"I actually got you another gift." Chris said.

You watched as he pulled out a small box. Your eyes widen as he placed it in front of you.

"Before you panic, I'm not proposing! One day in the future hopefully. But I wanted to say, I've always struggled with opening up for a relationship due to some past events. But I really like you, hell, I love you, Y/n. I got you a promise ring. I promise to be an amazing boyfriend to you, open up and protect, love and care for you." He said.

You smiled wider than ever, your eyes welling up with happy tears. You nodded and leaned over to kiss Chris softly. He smiled, resting a hand on your cheek gently.

"I'll be your girlfriend. I love you too Chris." You replied as he slipped the promise ring on your finger.

Chris smiled as your drinks arrived, you then ordered what food you wanted. Your hand in his the whole time.

After an amazing dinner, full of lovely food and funny jokes, Chris paid, saying he loved to treat his girl. Which made you smile once again.

"Do you wanna come over? We can watch movies?" Chris suggested.

"I'd love too." You said.

You then got in another Uber and headed to Chris' place. You both walked in and saw Nick and Matt sat on the sofa watching TV.

"Hey, how'd dinner go?" Matt asked.

"Amazing, isn't that right, Ma?" Chris responded, looking down at you with a loving smile.

"Yeah, we're gonna go watch movies now." You said.

Nick and Matt smiled, happy for you and their brother, knowing you'd keep him on the right track.

You and Chris went downstairs to his room. He quickly went to the bathroom whilst you went to pick a movie. You felt a little cold due to your exposed arms and glanced over, seeing one of his Fresh Love hoodies laying around. You slipped it on over your dress as you kicked off your heels and laid on his bed.

When Chris came back from the bathroom and saw you in his hoodie, he couldn't hide the massive grin on his face.

"Fuck baby, you look amazing in my clothes." He said, wrapping you up in a tight hug. He laid down with you resting against his chest.

"I was cold." You mumbled.

"I fucking love you so much." He whispered, kissing your lips softly.

"Hmm, love you too, Chris." You responded.

You two settled down in each other's arms, picking a movie to watch. You smiled happy you moved back to LA so you could meet your soulmate.

Chris never thought he'd fall for a friend's sister, especially Tara's, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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[avalordream]

Prompt: Imagine an MC who gets a tattoo that goes all around their ankle so that they always have an "anklet" for Cove.

Pairing: Cove Holden x GN!Reader

Tags: fluff, Cove getting his anklet fix, mostly fluff tho

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: With this newfound will in me, ALLOW ME TO INDULGE YOU IN SOME LOVELY COVE JAMES HOLDEN- Also! This fic was intended for fem readers but it can be taken as gender neutral!

Now seeing as the age to get a tattoo is roughly 18 years old, let's assume this is Step 3 Cove we're talking about

At this age, Cove and you haven't quite gotten into a relationship yet.

In fact, you're stuck at the crush stage

Even so, you and Step 2 Cove had the talk of what you both were into during the Roadtrip moment. (Y'know- the beige eyes and anklet conversation)

That particular conversation was surprisingly difficult for you to initiate, considering your rather quiet nature

That didn't mean you were shy! No no!

It was just...

Awkward.

It wasn't the "normal" type of conversation you usually had

Maybe it was because of the fact that it was so different that made it so difficult to talk about.

In any case, that led to you thinking over the anklet attraction Cove had, trying to understand it as you lounged around on your bed in the middle of a hot summer day

It was the sort of day where the California sun shone exceptionally hard, the heat making it so nothing really stood out to you. You could almost remember this exact type of day from when you were younger... When Shiloh was still around...and when Cove had just recently moved in.

You were currently lazing about on your bed, soaking up the sun's rays shining through your window as the AC worked to cool your room and a nearby fan rotated slowly, its blades providing an ample amount of background noise. It was truly the staple sound of summer. Your eyes blearily blinked as you stared up at your ceiling fan working overtime to beat the summer heat. Normally your moms weren’t so keen on cranking up the AC but today was an exception, considering the high was a 90. Even the water was warm which meant that even walking along the shoreline - forget it, the sand was practically steaming - wasn’t appealing. 

That left you in your current condition, leaving your mind to wander and daydream about everything and anything in the quiet. It was already noon but there was no rush to go out. While it wasn’t the norm for you to be alone, usually hanging out with Cove or even Terri or Miranda., today was an exception though because of the heat. And in any case, you relished the feeling of just…coasting through the day with nothing to do… free as the birds in the sky… 

A few soft knocks on your door blinked you out of your sleepy stupor as Ma stepped in after you had hummed an affirmative. Her eyes softened as she seemed to take in the sight of you: Curled up yet sprawled out in a cocoon of light blankets and pillows, the sun shining brightly through the window and you relishing it all in the center, having the time of your life. “You doing ok, hon?”, she hummed in turn, trying not to break the peaceful trance you were under as you simply nodded, tucking your hair back as you smiled at her. You loved your ma more than anything, even now as she came close to sit by your head, gently stroking your hair as she eased your head into her lap while you leaned into her hand. Guess today she was feeling pretty lax too… Figures…

You felt your eyelids drooping as she continued, her ministrations cooing you to sleep before her voice, a quiet whisper, kept your attention from waning. “No plans for today?”, she hummed as you yawned, stretching before getting comfy again, nuzzling your nose against her thigh.

“No…not yet at least…”, your voice came out slowly, humming as the fan faced the pair of you, sending a refreshing blast of cold air into your hair. “Just…thinking…You ok, ma?” There had to be a reason why she entered right?... Or…maybe there wasn’t one. That was ok too.

Ma chuckled in some amusement as she shook her head, taking her hand away as you whined, audibly wishing for more. “I’m doing just fine, kiddo… Nothing to worry about. Just wanted to check up on you before I get started on lunch. Do you want anything specific?” You told her your current crave fix before she left the room again, offering another head pat before you were left to your devices again, decidingly more lucid than before as you sat up to stretch and work out the kinks in your back.

You checked your phone just to let your friends know that you were alive and hadn't up and left them- As if Cove would let you anyway, you thought with a chuckle. A funny thought but you weren’t that evil. 

Tossing your device back to the swath of blankets, your mind wandered to the past few years- gravitating back to Cove. It didn’t surprise you as much why now than when your feelings had begun to simmer but the fear of possibly destroying what you already had always stopped you. A worry that proved to damper down on your interactions, restricting them ever so slightly rather than how freeing they used to be. You had become close confidants to one another since the moment he moved in at the ripe age of eight. Given your rich history, it was reasonable to worry that taking such a big step could tarnish what you had and…quite frankly, you weren’t ready to risk it all just yet.

You sighed, feeling the familiar trill of heat flitting over your cheeks as you rubbed them furiously to wipe them away just as fast. Until you figured out what to do with yourself- and- everything- Then the plan was simple: ACT NORMAL. Whatever your new normal was anyhow. You had a feeling Liz knew just by looking at you when Cove was over, judging from the smirk she would send your way- not to mention the teasing remarks! But…you hoped that until you were ready to tell Cove (if you ever did), that…he wouldn’t know. 

It surprised you a little that he hadn’t knocked on your window yet or made his arrival via the door but apparently, judging from the text he had sent you three hours ago, he was helping his dad with the scuba shop. You appreciated the heads up so you knew where to go in case you needed to reach him. 

Your thoughts followed you as you made your way downstairs to get started on lunch- or brunch as mom liked to call it. A smile crept on your face despite the mild joke, appreciating the play on words as your lazy state decided to pull for some cereal, chewing slowly and thoughtfully as you remained quiet. You were more so or a thinker rather than a talker. You preferred to listen rather than start a conversation. It made things easier. With the friend group, you were the same; going with the flow unless it was something you wholeheartedly refused to do. It had never gone to that point before since the group respected your opinions and were quick to pick up on your preferences…one more so than others…

Right as you were washing the dishes, your thoughts wandered again- this time to that anklet discussion all those years ago. You’d be surprised you still remembered it but the entire road trip itself was a memorable experience and would be…rather hard to forget anyhow. (More so for Mr. Holden getting his lunch snatched away by a stray bird but you digressed.) The discussion itself… you still felt a little bad for pushing it onto Cove to answer your questions, even if he had tried to console you when you made it known to him a week later, saying that he didn’t mind since you were only curious. Even so, you never really thought he actually liked anklets all that much… or beige eyes. You already had quite a few anklets you got from Hot Topic that were pretty neat but you never really found the time to use or wear them. It became a sort of…rare occasion kind of thing. Though- you already had the beige eyes- which made you hopeful that he liked you in some capacity?? 

You shot that down quick with a grumbled shake of your head, consoling Ma when she asked if you were ok. 

Your mind was quick to pick back where you left off, sighing as you focused on scrubbing a particularly difficult splotch of cooking from a pan. Anklets…you might not understand entirely why Cove liked them but you gathered that it had to do with the aesthetic of them that appealed to him so much. Maybe. Even so, you enjoyed making some yourself and had gifted some to Cove already, much to his delight. He tried to wear them as much as possible, but after nearly losing one to the ocean, you didn’t see them as often- unless it was too cold to go in the water. At this point, Cove lived and breathed the salty ocean breeze… One time, you had joked that if Cove wasn’t a human in this life, he was definitely a mermaid in his last which was nicely reciprocated with a very flustered Cove with his familiar wobbly smile.

But unlike him, you lost so many of your precious anklets, that also being why you nearly abstained from wearing them entirely. The weight would grow familiar but then you would forget about it until much later. By then, the anklet was long gone and you had gone to too many places to retrace your steps to find them. You remembered one particular time where you had lost an anklet that Cove had gotten you as a birthday gift and you had worn it everywhere. Until the inevitable happened and you had lost it, inconsolable as even Liz had been roped into helping you find it. Mr. Holden did end up finding it in his shop but that was the final nail in the coffin for the entire anklet business. From then on, you kept most of your anklets under lock and key unless it was a special occasion like going to the Cypress’ dinners or such. 

What you needed was a way to wear one without losing it…you wouldn’t mind as much if it were one of your own- but if it was one that someone gave you… At that point, you figured you should buy a display for them. There wasn’t a point for them gathering dust in the wild…

“Hey baby sis- You done over there?” 

Liz stood behind you with a caring smile, a smile on her face but her eyes held a little concern as you followed their gaze to the now pristine pan in your hands- as well as the time. “You must’ve been really focused, huh?”, she chuckled with a conspiratorial tone as you quietly rinsed the pan and put it aside, segwaying into a classic Liz interrogation as she pick-pocketed your brain… to which she had a solution. 

“Well…”, she started as you wiped your hands on the drying towel. “How about a tattoo that looks like an anklet?” Feeling your questioning stare, Liz held out her hands. “Here me out: Firstly, I’m not saying to go and get a tattoo on a whim. Think over it- Obviously. Removing it costs at least twice or three times as much so give it some thought. But…in a way… You’d still be wearing an anklet and you’d never lose it, right?” The more she talked about it, the more it made sense to you. Obviously, you had to promise her (and your moms ‘cause they were listening) not to get that tattoo right away if you wanted to- and if you did, to at least let them know. No matter what you chose, they made it clear that they’d support your decision either way and loved you very much. As per usual, this brought a smile to your face and it never failed to make your day.

You didn’t end up getting that tattoo until around a week later, having taken Liz with you as moral support. She joked that you took her because Cove declined but that wasn’t the case. Instead, you wanted to try to surprise him! It was a very out-of-the-blue sort of thing for you to try but it was new and you were curious about the entire process. While it wouldn’t be the same as wearing an anklet, at least you’d never lose it! Besides! You still had all the anklet shrine to refer back to if you ever needed it. 

The tattoo shop wasn’t near the neighborhood shops or district, meaning Liz had to drive you into the city. It was…surprisingly pretty cute, judging from the pictures online! Which was…not the aesthetic you expected. It was also a little close to Mr. Holden’s shop if you and Liz wanted to walk over to say hello. Speaking of, Cove was supposedly hanging out with Terri and Miranda so as far as you were aware, there was very little chance for your paths to cross so everything checked out! 

As for the anklet in question… you decided to go for a (intricate/cutesy/simple) design with (floral/beachy) aspects. If you decided on floral aspects, you pulled up pictures of the white poppies behind your house for the tattoo artist as a reference as well as asking for some fireflies to be floating around them. The hill behind your house was where you met him after all…and the memories behind catching fireflies with you, him, Liz and Shiloh were important to you… 

If you decided on beachy aspects, you pulled up a picture of your favorite orange seashell, the same one that Cove was drawn to in your collection on your first playdate, and the dolphin keychain that he got you when you went to the shops together. The tattoo artist had nodded and gave you the rundown of what was going to happen. You pointed down to the ankle you wanted the tattoo on as your sister stayed by your side, taking her role as your moral support incredibly seriously. 

Once you decided on what the design would look like, they got right to work. The first few pin pricks of pain were easy to bear but as time went on, your grip on your sister’s hand tightened as she tried to make you feel better by pointing out how great it’d look after- and Cove’s face when he saw it. Despite her laughter at your blushing face at the thought, that little comment did help you pull through and before you knew it, it was over. 

You finally let go of Liz’s hand who didn’t complain one bit the entire time so…you were grateful to her for putting up with you. The area where the tattoo was sensitive, the tattoo artist told you. They also said that tattoos typically took two to four weeks to heal on the surface, but it could take three to six months to fully heal. It usually involved a week of redness and oozing, followed by two to three weeks of itchiness and peeling. They had already told you this before getting you set up to get a tattoo but they wanted to remind you again, just to be sure you’d take extra care of your skin during that process. You were quick to reassure them, making a mental note to be extra kind to yourself in these upcoming months. 

After the talk was over, they saw you back to the front, finalized the payment and sent you on your merry way as you couldn’t help but awe over their work. The (white poppies/seashells) were beautiful and they had stuck to your original design well, considering what you asked for. Your skin was holding up fairly well and you loved the colors on it so much, Liz had to stop you from accidentally bumping into everything.

“If you like it so much, take a picture of it! It’ll last longer! And you could send it to your lover boy!~”, Liz laughed teasingly although you knew she was trying to keep you safe. “He’s not my lover boy…”, you sighed, shaking your head as you tried to walk away from her to look for a bench, ignoring her laughter as she followed. “Not yet!~”, she warbled, obviously taking amusement in your half-hearted misery. As soon as you sat down, you quickly aimed your phone at the tattoo and sent it straight to Cove. Sure, you meant to keep it from him just a little longer but- crush aside- he was your closest friend and you told everything to each other. It was a habit you fully indulged in- except for the crush part. Obviously.

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MC: Hey

MC: Look what I got :D

<MC sent a picture 1 second ago>

Cove: Thats a tattoo

Cove: Wait

Cove: THATS A TATTOO

MC: Ahuh

Cove: YOU GOT A TATTOO

MC: Yup

Cove: Since when??

MC: Like 

MC: Five minutes ago

MC: Got it at a tattoo parlor in the shopping district with Liz

MC: And Liz says hi

Cove: Where

MC: Down past art gallery

Cove: Stay there

MC: Wait why

Cove has gone offline

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Huh. That was weird. 

Liz had noticed the confused look on your face, accepting your phone once you handed it over to see what her thoughts were on it. Your older sister stifled a bark of laughter before passing it back over with a grin. “Don’t worry about it!~ Tell you what: How about I scour around for a snack before we head back?”, she cooed teasingly, patting your shoulder as you huffed quietly, crossing your arms as she stood up. You offered to go with her but she shook her head, saying she’d be fine and that she didn’t need a chaperone.

You did ask if she could get some (strawberry ice-cream/pretzels), making a mental note to share in case Cove did end up stopping by. Thankfully, Liz didn’t comment on the gleam in your eyes and playfully rolled her eyes before walking down the street. No matter how many years passed by, you made sure to watch your sister as long as you could before she turned a corner. It never failed to make you anxious being utterly alone in a space, given that you were always with someone throughout your entire childhood. There was safety in numbers, you guessed.

You didn’t have to wait long before the buzz in your pocket alerted you to a text, distracting from your plight as you pulled it out. It was Cove.

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Cove: Im at the shop

Cove: Where are you?

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That was your cue. 

You got up from the bench and stepped back on the main street to look back where the tattoo shop was. And right there was a familiar mop of seafoam green hair looking up and down the street. Couldn’t imagine why. 

“Cove!”, you called out, watching his eyes widen and look for the source as you (waved/shouted again/stepped into sight) to get his attention. Seeing how his face visibly brightened just by seeing you alone never failed to make you smile. He was quick to join your side, offering a hug which you easily accepted, snuggling yourself in his warmth as his arms curled around you softly, resting his cheek on your (head/shoulder). 

Just as fast as he had come, came your realization as you pulled your head back to look at him. “Wait- How did you get here so fast?,” you started as Cove tilted his head slightly with a small smile, catching up to the speed of your words. “I sent that text not even five seconds ago!” 

Your neighbor was quick to blush lightly, rubbing the back of his hair as he seemed to look anywhere but at you. “The hangout with Terri and Miranda was cut short so I asked if they could drop me off at dad’s shop.”, he chuckled, finding his eyes drawn back to you as you listened with a nod. “I would’ve drove myself but I wasn’t driving everyone around this time.” His hand found its way back to your back, keeping you close although you certainly didn’t mind. “That’s when I got your text and decided to walk here to meet up. Where’s Liz though?... You told me she said hi.”

You figured it probably didn’t settle right with him, seeing you all alone and by your lonesome with your sister nowhere to be found. You pat his arm, offering a smile to try and alleviate his worries as his worried frown persisted. “It’s ok! Liz offered to grab some snacks while I waited for you. And I didn’t stray far anyway. The plan was to stick by the bench until (I found you/she came back)!” He seemed to accept the explanation, sighing even then but grateful that nothing bad happened to you. 

“Ok cool. How about we head back to that bench? We can talk and- Oh!” His mouth opened in shock as he realized what he came here for. Cove looked down at you, a determined look on his face as he tried to properly word his thoughts into something coherent. “Were you being serious about the tattoo? That…wasn’t a joke, right?”, he asked hopefully, barely to stay still, judging from how he let go of you to fiddle with the bracelets on his wrist. You knew it’d probably shock or catch him off guard so you decided to play coy, putting a finger to your lips and skipping on back to the bench as you left Cove in some confusion. It took him a minute to react before quickly following you like a lost puppy, a sentiment you kept to yourself, trying not to giggle at the thought of it- although it didn’t go unnoticed by your precious neighbor.

As soon as the pair of you sat down, Cove was quick to ask about the tattoo. It was why you were here anyway and he seemed a bit more interested in the fact that it looked like it was around your ankle. The (skirt/pants) you wore covered it up so he couldn’t even get a sneak peak at it- if it was real at all. Sure, you liked to joke around and tease him from time to time but Cove didn’t think you’d go so far to joke about…a tattoo. It just didn’t rub off of him right. And if you did… Well. He didn’t want to go down that route. It was why he was here anyways! You were close by and had a tattoo he needed to verify! 

Thankfully for him, you weren't the type to deny him much (of anything.) You spoiled your neighbor rotten too much already- what was one more going to do to him? You pulled up your (skirt/pant leg) slightly to show off the tattoo as Cove’s eyes widened, the (fireflies flitting around the white linen poppies/ dolphin keychain diving around the orange seashell and coral reefs) catching his eye as he inhaled sharply. “Can I…?”, he barely whispered, his voice reduced to almost nothing as his fingers were a breath away from tracing the (eccentric/adorable/simplistic) designs. You were (quick/slow/hesitant) to nod as he took the initiative to take extra care not to irritate your sensitive skin, easily in awe and appreciative of the colors splashing across your skin-kissed canvas. He was already going down the memory lane, judging from the tears that bubbled up in his eyes. “Surprise?”, you offered, giving a sheepish smile as your ocean-loving lover boy (Liz would cry tears of laughter if she heard your thoughts) looked up with one of his iconic sappy smiles.

“It must be my birthday…”, he whispered, sniffling as your hand moved to wipe his tears away. Cove leaned into your touch with ease, his wobbly smile evident even when he tried to cover it up. He would always be touched by sentimentality; the reaction to something small meant volumes- it was truly the memories behind those items that held the most meaning to him. Your existence was paramount to his growth and he would always be ever so grateful to you for being his favorite neighbor.

“But…did you get for yourself or me?”, Cove continued, his smile replaced by a worried frown. Judging from the look his eyes, it was pretty discernable to guess where they stemmed from. It was the same concern Liz had indirectly brought up when you were washing the dishes a week ago: Getting a tattoo was a pretty huge decision and it wasn’t something to decide on a whim. While you knew that your family and Cove would support whatever decision you chose, you guessed you had to reassure him that, yes, you chose it for you but you also chose it for him…mostly for you though!! 

“Cove James Holden,” you started, which easily startled him as your grip gently squished his cheeks, drawing out a pout from him. He knew that you knew that you were being serious but having way too much fun messing with him. And also- you never really called him by his full name? Actually…when did you find out his full name??  “I promise you that I got this anklet tattoo just for me and that I was 100% sober while doing so. Nobody made me do it except me, myself and I.”, you vowed in a rather (silly/serious/exasperated) voice, making sure to exaggerate quite a bit just to see him try and fail to fight off a snort of laughter. 

“Alright, alright! I’ll lay off!”, he chuckled as you finally let go of his face, satisfied even as he struggled to hide his blush. “You know you’re adorable right?”, you spoke up (with a smirk, teasing him shamelessly/shyly, bashfully trying to hide your own blush/with a soft smile, being as honest as you always were). It always ended up the same way- Cove started blushing up a storm and tried his hardest to vehemently deny any and all allegations while you would laugh and easily bring up every moment where he was. This would prompt him to flip the tables onto you and you would be on the receiving end of compliments galore, to your (amusement/embarrassment/surprise). In the end, you both had come to the agreement that you both were equally deserving of praise despite not outwardly agreeing to those allegations, much to both of your dismays. 

Unbeknownst to you, the tattoo had affected Cove more than he let on. Yes, it nearly reduced him to tears, seeing how you managed to tie key points in your conjoined childhood into a tattoo that was on your skin for…forever-!  But… there was a part of him that was…relishing in the fact that you not only got in the form of an anklet but that it was just as much as it was for you as it was for him. It meant the world to him that those pieces of your childhood were just as important to you as they were for him. Although Cove didn’t like imagining a world without you in it, he was grateful he had you in his life. You were there when he needed you and… Well, before he knew it, the waterworks bubbled over again, trailing down his face as your fingers held his face again to wipe them away.

“What’s wrong, Cove?...”, you (whispered, gentle and soothing/hummed, direct and straight to the point) as you always were.

“Nothing nothing…”, he whispered, content to simply be with you for as long as he could. “I’m just…really glad you’re in my life.” His aquamarine eyes focused on you, offering a wide smile as you returned with ease, (hugging him through your own tears/ruffling his hair with a grin/holding his hand with a comforting squeeze). One day he’d tell you just how much you meant to him but… not right now. He found comfort in familiarity but he couldn’t hold it off forever.

The more things change, the more they stay the same…

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly 

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper. 

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh. 

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding. 

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn. 

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else. 

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to  guide his face, 

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?” 

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking 

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa” 

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks. 

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes. 

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and- 

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner. 

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you. 

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head. 

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain. 

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘ 

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice. 

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp. 

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave. 

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off. 

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused.  What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing. 

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks. 

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them. 

Servos 

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

 He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight. 

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp. 

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met. 

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited. 

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods. 

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now? 

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears. 

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. 

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact. 

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not.  He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased. 

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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[an1meslvt]

|all i need and more|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: toxic themes, smut (18+), love making, semi rough sex, praise kink, housewife! reader, dom!shuriri, fluff at the end:)

translations: xhosa: meholwni-hello, sthandwa-my love, yintoni engalunganga-what’s wrong, masikugcine sithandwa sam-let us take care of you my love, usana-baby

summary: shuri and riri have been missing out on important milestones in your marriage…but they try to fix it :)

“goddess y/n, queen shuri has ordered me to tell you that her and ms williams will be late for dinner tonight. she is also waiting on hologram as we speak. would you like to speak to her?” you sighed out of frustration. “yea griot. thank you.” “my pleasure.” the ai said before showing shuri’s sweet face.

“mholweni sthandwa. i’m sorry about tonight. me and riri ran into a problem.” she said sadly. “yea i understand shuri…is that all?” you said dryly, causing shuri to look confused. “yintoni engalunganga, y/n?” shuri asked. you took a deep breath before speaking.

“nothing shuri. i have to go, see you whenever.” you pressed a button on your kimoyo beads to hang up the call. you let out a disappointed huff as you began to put dinner away.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it was now later at night and you were watching an old sitcom from the 90’s. you stuck a few chips in your mouth as you laughed at the jokes that were told. your laughter was interrupted as the front door opened, revealing an irritated riri, and a tired shuri.

“oh wow! look who decided to come home.” you said sarcastically, turning your attention back to the television. “y/n we just worked 12 hours straight. could you give us a break please?” riri said as she took off her shoes. “riri…do you even know what day it is?” you asked, looking at her expectingly.

“it’s wednesday y/n.” she said confused. you laughed in disbelief. “ok. shuri do you know what day it is?” shuri said the same thing as riri, causing you to shake your head. “griot, what’s today?” you asked the ai.

“today is the anniversary of you, ms. williams, and the queen’s marriage, goddess y/n.” you thanked griot and looked up at shuri and riri. their faces feigned realization as they listened to griot.

“o-oh- y/n baby i-” you cut riri off. “no! i don’t wanna hear it. all the other times i let this shit slide because i know how hard you guys work. but our anniversary?!?! really?!?! you missed christmas and my birthday and a gave you a little leniency, but this, i can’t. the one day for all of us and you miss it. i honestly can’t do this.”

you began to walk upstairs before riri and shuri stopped you. “y/n…we are so sorry. we lost track of time! we didn’t mean to hurt you.” shuri said, rubbing your arm. riri stepped as well. “i’m sorry, ma. i completely forgot. me and shuri were so caught up in work that we didn’t even think about our anniversary. how can we make it up to you?” you shook your head and continued to walk up the stairs, shuri and riri right behind you.

“honestly, there’s nothing you can do or say right now. i just need time. let me sleep it off.” you got curled up into bed, laying your head your pillow. “come on, usana. there has to be something we can do.” shuri said as she and riri climbed into bed with you.

“i think i know what’ll cheer her up, shuri.” riri smirked, sliding her hands up your shirt to feel your plump breast. adding to the pleasure, shuri began to grind on your back side, her hands slipping into your panties. riri hungrily kissed your lips and shuri made hickeys all over your neck. “masikugcine sithandwa sam.” shuri said huskily in your ear, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.

༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you laid between shuri and riri, both of them giving you amazing sensations. they both laid on either side of you, riri rubbing your swollen clit, and shuri pumping in two fingers.

“oh my god!” you gasped. “please don’t stop!” riri and shuri chuckled at your pleading. “we’re not gonna stop mama, just keep cumming for us.” riri said as she rubbed your clit faster. “are you gonna cum again sthandwa? cum for us baby, make a mess for your wives.” shuri said, pumping her fingers faster.

“w-wait! it’s too much! t-to m-much!” you cried, overstimulation getting the best of you. “come on, ma. just one more then shuri’s gonna eat that pretty pussy. don’t you want her tongue deep inside?” riri teased and shuri felt you tighten up.

you saw nothing but white as your orgasm hit you like a train. “oh there we go! let it out usana!” shuri said as she continued to move her fingers at a fast pace, making you squirt. “oh yea that’s it! keep squirting for us ma!” riri said as she rubbed your clit vigorously. you could couldn’t control your moans as your orgasm reached its peak.

finally, riri and shuri’s hands stopped, causing you to relax. “you did so good for us, usana. color?” shuri cooed as she kissed your cheek. “green.” you whimpered, still sensitive from your orgasm. “alright, ma. we need you to cum for us one more time, then we’re done, ok?” riri asked, causing you to nod.

shuri slid down between your legs, placing your thighs on her shoulders. “you ready, usana?” shuri asked, rubbing your thigh gently. you let out a faint “yes.” before she dug in. your hips bucked as you felt shuri’s tongue flick your clit.

“mmmm shuriiii!” you moaned as her tongue dipped inside of you. the way she skillfully moved the wet muscle around your pussy made you see stars. to top it all off, riri was whispering dirty things in your ear, making things all the more pleasing.

shuri moaned into your pussy as she felt you clench around her tongue. “are you about to cum? mama? gonna make a mess for us?” riri said into your ear, making you whine. “yes baby i’m gonna cum!” you moaned loudly, as your release began to seep into shuri’s mouth.

you grabbed her hair as you began to grind against her face. “fuck! i’m gonna cum again!” you screamed, making shuri and riri moan.

“oh shittt!” your body shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back into your head. you fell back against the sheets as shuri emerged from in between your legs. “good job sthandwa. gimme a color” shuri spoke softly. “g-green.” you choked out as you caught your breath.

“you did so good, baby.” riri mumbled into your neck. shuri patted your thigh lightly with a smile as she got up. “i’m gonna go get us some water, then we can all take a bath together.” she said before she walked downstairs. “i love you, ma.” “i love you too, riri.”

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

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author: hey guys. toxic! shuriri won so i’m posting this one first! i hope you guys like it! please leave requests! 💕🫶🏾

[nirikeehan]

wip wednesday??

okay I haven't done this in a thousand years but @theluckywizard tagged me... and I recently went insane after playing the game Road 96 and decided I needed to write a 12k long deep dive on the character Jarod.

...If you know, you know.

Anyway, it's called A Small Victorious War and the first chapter is already on AO3. Here is a bit from chapter 2, where he's looking for his missing teenage daughter, Lola, after she ran away to join a terrorist group.

Tagging: @ar-lath-ma-cully | @oxygenforthewicked | @rowanisawriter | @carnalapples | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @monocytogenes | whoever wants to do it!!

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He made a few calls and knocked on a few doors. He learned Mr. Winters had also left town, which set the familiar fury simmering in his gut. A group of these Brigade members were headed deep into the south, in Petria’s vast desert region. Aside from the oil fields, the area was mostly undeveloped, which meant they would be difficult to track.

And then there was the note. Please don’t look for me. He’d pursued people who didn’t want to be found before, and the rocks one had to overturn were usually unpleasant for everyone involved. He’d walked away from some of those with regrets. 

“This is our daughter, Jarod,” Maria said over the phone. “It’s different. How could you not want her home safe?” 

He didn’t say they should respect her wishes, exactly. He was less articulate, angrier, perhaps a bit accusatory about why Lola might choose to run away from her mother’s residence, where she spent most of her time. 

“Don’t you dare try to blame me for this,” his ex-wife said. “She’s sixteen years old. She’s too young to know what’s in her own best interest. You were always too easy on her. You let her do whatever she wanted, and look what’s happened.” 

Jarod hung up on her then, because otherwise he would start screaming. No, he never would have encouraged Lola to join a terrorist group. But he had, looking back on it, encouraged her to think for herself, which was maybe just as bad.

He imagined finding whatever compound the Brigades had taken her to, and dragging her out by the arm, kicking up dust as they went, the hatred bright in her eyes. I’ll never forgive you, she spat, and wrenched away from him when he got her into the cab, his fingerprints on her skin already beginning to bruise. It was this image he couldn’t shake, no matter how hard he tried. And he remembered how passionate she was about the idea that conditions in Petria could improve. She truly seemed to think it possible. 

So he stopped looking. 

His apartment was quiet that summer, and so was he, saying little more than the rote script required of him in his daily life. So where we headed today with Happy Taxi? And when Maria called he would tell her he’d let her know if he made any progress and she would ask him if he was drunk, and he would hang up again, angry, because his speech wasn’t that slurred. 

Then, as summer melted into September, he received mail from Lola. 

He called Maria immediately, the words blurring on the page, his mind racing too fast to properly absorb them. “I got the letter,” he said when she picked up, to which Maria said, “What letter?” and Jarod became very quiet. 

Lola had, apparently, only written to him. 

He had assumed that Lola would, as a matter of course, write to both parents. As he stood there, at the side table by the door of his apartment, reading the letter by the light of the streetlamp outside, he tried to ascertain why it was him she chose. He gripped the phone tighter in his hand and breathed slowly. 

“She’s all right,” he said, because at least that much seemed accurate.

“Where is she?” Maria demanded. “Is she coming home?” 

“Doesn’t say,” he said. The letter was dated the fifth of September, postmarked the sixth. Today was the eighth, meaning it must have been mailed somewhere within a hundred miles, to be delivered with such swiftness. So she was likely back in the north. The return address was a P.O. Box, but listed a town he didn’t recognize and suspected to be fabricated.

“Jarod, what does it say?” Maria asked. 

A few other things, including something “big” that would “change everything” in four days. Given the date on the letter, that meant tomorrow. This was, he suspected, why she wrote to him and not her mother. The promise of results. That her actions weren’t only frivolity. That she’d been right that day in his living room, grasping his arm, full of fervent hope. 

And she’d also signed it, in her signature way, All my love, except it was encased in a word bubble and spoken by a cartoon dinosaur that she had drawn, which made him think perhaps she had forgiven him for the plastic dinosaur incident. He wanted desperately to write her back and tell her it wasn’t too late, that she could still walk away from this, still go to university and study paleontology, he would help her, he would do anything. 

“She says she loves us,” Jarod lied, “and that she’ll be in touch again soon.” 

[yerrenica]

Jaha Lee x Reader: Eyes on us

Summary: Jaha is possessive over you, but that doesn't stop him from fucking you in front of his men.

Pairing: Jaha Lee/Yi Zaha x female reader

WC: 9.3k

Warnings/Tags: Humiliation, public sex, dubious consent, slight non-con, choking, degradation, begging, blood, hair-pulling, denied orgasm, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex, biting.

Rating: 18+

Disclaimer: This is fiction. This is a made up scenario, that doesn’t really fit Jaha’s character in its entirety, however, I’ve always wanted to write something like this, and I just used Jaha for it. This is a BIT out of character, but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it all the same.

In hindsight, you should have thought more about your decision.

Visiting the Master of the Low Down without his knowledge was a poor choice. He had warned you beforehand that the situation in the sect has gotten dire, that strong Masters have started launching attacks on the Low Down. You know little of the Masters he spoke of but he told you that they are not above hurting the people close to him, even if they are innocent, just to get Jaha to bow down to them.

And yet there you were, encompassed in your own thoughts and emotions, standing before a seething Jaha whose scathing glower scorched against your skin. The ambience felt heavy, and even his disciples – those who stayed behind at the sect to help Jaha should there be the need – stood in a line rigidly by the doorway, sights set forward but without grazing the form of your lover.

Your hands wring together in front of you as Jaha stands brooding by the window of his meeting room. Ever since his fight with the Masters of unknown origins began, he had ordered the evacuation of many, and even his Generals were sent away to the front lines. He only brought a handful of his subordinates along. You, were not one of them, though. You had been instructed to stay at the Jaha Inn, but evidently, you did not heed his word.

You sat down by the table nearest to him, making yourself at home despite the uncomfortable quietude prevailing within the room. The disciples must have been wondering how exceptionally idiotic you must be for provoking Jaha like that, even if you are his beloved.

You should’ve kept quiet, you should have understood that today had been particularly unkind to him, with the Masters hot on his tracks and his subordinates lacking competency, which he had to salvage before the battle. If only you had assessed the situation prior to this, you wouldn’t be on your back, pressed against the table, panties forcibly tugged and clinging precariously around one of your ankles, and legs trembling as Jaha entered your pussy, forcing his cock into your dripping hole.

Your hips swayed vigorously and pushed against his pelvis with the intention of pushing him away. However, your action only contributed to his pleasure; his quiet sigh in your ear being evidence of it. Your eyes closed tightly as his hands fluttered to your waist and pulled you against him, rendering you unable to move.

"J-Jaha...” His name had barely slipped past your lips when he thrusted forward. Your ass jiggled obscenely at his abrupt movement. A long, drawn-out moan reeled out of your mouth as your beloved retracted from your pussy, dragging his length along your walls. You whimpered when he suddenly bucked forward again, stretching your opening wide open. You felt every inch of him inside you.

“Ah,” Jaha threw his head back as he began to settle in a relentless pace, pumping his cock in and out of you faster by every passing second. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”

The squelching noises echoing in the room are deafening, and the moans that started to dribble out of you intermingled with the lewd noises. Jaha dug his fingers into your skin and without disrupting his merciless fucking, he pried open your hanfu with his other hand. Your bra, woven in expensive fabric, was exposed to his sights. His palm descended over one of your breasts, mauling the soft flesh.

“I forgot how nice these feel.” Jaha squeezed your nipple between his fingers. He tugged and twisted at the small nub. You attempted to stifle your noises by biting your lower lip, but upon seeing your endeavor, Jaha clicked his tongue in dismay. “Perhaps I’ve been a little too negligent of you lately. You’ve forgotten how much I hate you being quiet when I’m fucking you.”

At last, a moan finally broke through your resolve after Jaha bent over your frame and pushed his hips against yours, driving the head of his cock deeper inside of you in the process. His tip brushed against your sensitive spot, causing your moan to resonate louder in the room. You felt a vivid flutter in the pit of your stomach as Jaha thrusted in and out of you, every snap of his hips stroking your most sensitive spot.

“Ah... wait—,” You exhaled. “Too deep.”

A smirk painted over Jaha’s youthful countenance as he studied your flushed expression, triumph apparent on his face. “That’s the way you like it.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement – one that you could not refute. His lips purchased over your neck. His teeth nibbled on the tender flesh, grazing over a small portion. A sharp surge of pain ran through your spine and to your injured skin as his canines punctured through your flesh. You could feel the sensation of your warm blood oozing out of you.

Jaha hummed at the sight, his eyes half lidded as he dipped his head once again to lap your blood. As he pulled away, he whispered. “You taste the same.”

The metallic taste of your blood must have heightened his arousal for you. You instantly felt him throb inside of you, his hardening cock expanding your velvety walls. “Do you like this, my love? Do you like being fucked in front of my men?”

His words dwelled in your head for an excruciatingly prolonged moment, incapable of comprehending the meaning of his statement. However, horror dawned over you and the vibrant color of vermillion painted your cheeks as it finally clicked.

Your gaze was torn from your Jaha to the disciples residing in the same room as you. Their stances did not alter from how you’d seen them the time you arrived. Their heads remained steady and set forward, but their masks (which only the Generals and the few elite disciples Jaha now had acquired wore) completely concealed every striking feature that could potentially expose their identity. You had no way of knowing if their gaze was settled upon you. But you knew better. Even if they retained any respect for you as an individual or as the lover of their superior, they couldn’t help it if their eyes strayed to you and Jaha, watching as he abusesd your cunt to release his frustrations and pent-up anger.

You bit your bottom lip. Don’t look at me.

“No, wait– ”

Your hands, quivering from the mortifying realization of your current predicament, moved against your volition. They darted towards Jaha, intent on taking hold of his shoulders and shoving him off but he caught on to you before you could initiate. His hand let go of your breast and captured your wrists in a single, swift swipe.

You grunted and mewled, dilated irises looking back at the small audience and then back to your beloved. “I have to cover up.” You mumbled to him, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “They can see me, Jaha!” Your arms strained in effort as they tried to get your lover to unhand you but to no avail. His grip tightened at your struggle.

“Shut up.” Jaha muttered. He removed his other hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat stringently, impeding your breathing. Air was immediately cut off as he choked you. You could feel his fingers drag against your delicate skin and your eyes stung. “Cum sluts don’t talk. So, don’t talk.”

Thick tears that had emerged from the corners of your eyes streamed down the sides of your red tinted visage as you were helplessly fucked against the table. Each time he thrusted in you, your back skid against the smooth surface of the desk. A mewl laced in agony filtered out of your mouth at the feeling of your flesh scraping against the table, but Jaha ignored your sounds. Either he found a sickening pleasure from your agony, or he simply couldn’t care less for your comfort, which was difficult to believe since he had been nothing but kind to you ever since you two first met.

An endless stream of moans slipped past your lips as his fat cock plunged deeper and deeper into your soaping cunt. The tip of his cock roughly kissed your cervix at each thrust.

You haven’t seen your partner display his prowess before, but you have caught wind of how powerful, and skilled he was despite his youthful appearance. A force to be reckoned with, his disciples and servants often described him when fighting was involved within the discussion. It wasn’t quite surprising that your scuffle against him was nothing but mere play to him. His grasp around your neck and wrists were vice like. The pain from his touch was agonizing, but a small part of you, embarrassingly enough, couldn’t help but be aroused by his power.

How were you getting turned on in a situation like this?

“Jaha, l-let... ah!... go of me.” Your exclamation did nothing to deter Jaha’s resolve. In fact, your protest urged him on.

Jaha pinned your hands over your head and finally, lets go of your throat. You breathed in deeply as soon as his fingers liberated your passageway, filling your lungs with the air he had denied you of.

“Let go of you?” An amused, almost sardonic chortle pushed past his jeering lips. “I don’t think your pussy wants me to.”

As to prove his point, the same hand which had held your neck moved in between your legs. You gasped in surprise as his digits pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed circular motions around your sensitive area. Despite yourself, a long-winded moan permeated into the room, combining with the lecherous sounds of your sloshing essence.

“See? You don’t want me to let go of you. In fact, you like this, don’t you?” Jaha stilled himself, carefully inserting his cock fully inside of you. You pussy spasmed around his long length. “Being fucked on a table, in front of strangers? Even a tramp has the decency to find some place private to get her stupid cunt plugged with cocks.”

Tears filled your eyes as his words sunk in. Degradation had not once found its way to Jaha’s lips before. He had always regarded you with love and respect, and not even in your worst rows did he insult you in any way. It was at that moment that all those warnings you did not heed from his disciples sunk in. They warned you of his crazy side, they warned you that he was a mad demon who should not be provoked. And yet, you did just that.

A sob wracked through your perspiring and panting frame. Your lips quivered as you pushed through the pleasure his cock and fingers were giving you. “Don’t – ” You groaned. “ – talk to me... ahh... like that!” You wished to salvage what little self-respect you had at the moment.   

“Haha.” Jaha laughed as he looked down at your dishevelled self. He leaned down and planted his lips against yours. There was no touch of delicateness in his actions, something you were not used to, and you doubted you ever would be. Thus, you move your head – or at least tried to – away from him but your motions must have encouraged him more. You felt him press harder against you and noticed the significant change of pace in his thrusts. Once he drew away from you, with a long string of saliva connecting your drooling lips, he smiled down at you. “You’re my wife-to-be. I can do and say whatever I want to you. Whether I call you a slut or treat you like a cock sleeve, it’s up to me and you’ll like it.”

A tear cascaded down your face. You couldn’t tell whether it was because you were hurt by his statement or excited. He cooed as he caught sight of your sorrows. “Oh, don’t give me your crocodile tears. It doesn’t look good on your pretty face.” Jaha took his hand away from your pussy – you struggled not to whine in protest – and dragged his thumb across your cheek. The dampness on your face was successfully wiped away, but you could smell your own cum smearing against your skin. “Better stop crying or I’m going to give you something else to cry about.”

You wanted to calm down after you heard him, to keep your tears at bay, but you weren’t quick enough. Or better yet, Jaha didn’t give you an ample amount of time to compose yourself. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “No? Have it your way then.”

His hand grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled your head up and off the surface of the desk. You clamoured in pain, but it was replaced with a shrill groan as Jaha pushed into you, the head of his girth knocking against your cervix in the process. The gentleness that you have always perceived in your intimate moments together vanquished, leaving but the carnal need to get you drunk on his cock. He held no empathy for you at present time. You could tell by how intent he was in ruining your insides. But what mortified you was how your body responded eagerly to how disgustingly he was treating you. Your nipples hardened and your pussy clamped around his penis, gripping him greedily every time he pulled away.

A smirk made its way to his lips. “Did you just tighten around my cock?” He chuckled. Your body stiffened, surprised that he had noticed your walls contracting around him. “Do you like being treated like this? Like a whore?” His pelvis halted from slapping against you and boisterous laughter resounded within the room. Your wet eyes turned to observe if some of the disciples had forsaken their initial stance and have shamelessly watched Jaha plug your cunt, but Jaha gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. “If I had known sooner...”

He inclined his body over yours completely. His chest slotted firmly over your own, compressing your lungs in the process. Your mouth opened to breathe. Jaha took this chance to shove his tongue inside you once more, licking and exploring your mouth.

Your wrists shifted under his grasp, trying to free them from his restrain. His tongue moved rapidly inside your mouth, leaving not even a single space uncharted of his dominance. A shudder ran down your spine as his tongue curled around your own, toying with it. You whimpered against his mouth.

“Ah!” Jaha abruptly disconnected himself from the kiss. You remained lying on the table, still taking every pleasurable thrust his cock gave. “You’re so cute like this. Are you sure you didn’t come just because you missed having your pussy screwed and filled?”

Without waiting for your reply, Jaha dove to the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth graze over your skin. He was taunting you.

At long last, his teeth sunk in your soft flesh, puncturing small lacerations against you. The pain that followed was instantaneous. If you hadn’t been in a state of haze, you would’ve been releasing a humiliating string of whimpers and wails. The pleasure and pain overlapped one another. Liquid of the color of crimson leaked from the very flesh your beloved had torn.

You felt Jaha throb inside you. The taste of your saliva and blood mixed in his tastebuds, prompting him to the edge of euphoria.

You took a gander at the disciples present in the room again and although you had suspected already, your eyes widened as you discovered all of them observing you from their respective distance. Your line-of-sight trailed down to their lower garments. The fabric of their clothing was annoyingly thick, and the folds made it almost impossible for you to assess their current condition. The outline may have been discreet, but you could tell that seeing you in your torn open hanfu with their superior using you as his cock sleeve riled them up.

You didn’t want to feel aroused by this, but something within you was enjoying this situation. You tightened around his length despite your own chastise to yourself. He let out a broken sigh of pleasure and wasted no time lapping up your blood. The manner he licked and sucked on your skin was no different from when he had his mouth eating you out.

“You know, [Y/N]. You can’t just come here anytime you want anymore. Not even if you’re my fiancé.” Whispered Jaha into your ear. He stilled his hips for a short while, and his momentary pause felt like an eternity to you. The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly untangled.

You whined in disapproval. With your body moving against your will, your ass pushed back against him. You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip as you took more of his cock. A sense of triumph curtained you as you heard him choke in his own spit when your slit pressed against his balls. You rotated your hips, smearing them with your cum.

“Fuck me, [Y/N].” He exhaled, as he whispered, eyes fluttering to a close. “You have no clue how dangerous it is that you even left home. Times have changed. You can’t do whatever you want just because you feel like it.”

Jaha resumed his thrusts. Somehow, the temporary halt had been a silent way for him to recuperate. The speed at which he pumped into you was quicker, rocking your body up against the table and creating a terribly painful friction against your back. You felt his balls hitting your clit every now and then. Without warning, his fingers released your hair and your head thudded against the table. Before you could register the piercing pain that accumulated at a portion of your skull, his digits travelled back to your thighs, and they stroked your clit softly. You mewled at the sudden feeling, to which he smirked. “And yet you disobeyed my orders to stay at home. And for what exactly, huh?”

His fingers worked wonders on you. They rubbed and stroked furiously, intensifying the build-up in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming satisfaction was addicting, enough to make you cross-eyed.

“To ask me if I’m alright?” He took his hand away from your union and clutched a bouncing tit, squeezing it. His cock twitched uncontrollably inside you and yet his face showed no signs of nearing release. “You risked your safety for something like that? Did you even think it through?”

Jaha pounded harder inside you, fiercer and more desperate than ever – desperately trying to gratify himself, to hurt you, and make you feel just about everything he desired you to feel.

Your legs trembled as a familiar coil slowly formed within your stomach. Jaha’s cock never ceased its abuse in your hole. His ridges dragged along your insides and his tip bruised your cervix every time his hips snapped forward. Ripples of pleasure coursed throughout your body just as a never-ceasing string of mewls and moans elicited from your drooling mouth.

“Jaha, please...” Your breathless begging came out in a form of a whisper. “I-I can’t – ”

You didn’t think he’d listen to you. You’ve already surmised that nothing you’ll say will ever prompt him back to the man he was to you. But you tried to hide your disappointment when he turned rigid and let go of your wrists. You winced as he slammed his hands on either side of your head.

“Hm?” Your heart raced as Jaha spoke. “What did you say again?”

The words that you had prepared to bellow got hitched in your throat. Uncertainty encompassed your figure as you strove to find an appropriate answer to him that would not result in a harsher punishment – and you dreaded ever knowing what exactly harsher meant for someone like Jaha. Supplying him with an answer that did not satisfy him would give him an opening to make a mockery out of you and have you screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jaha straightened his back and cast his scorching glower over his shoulders, towards his disciples.

“If you have something to say to me or to my fiancé, spit it out.”

His statement sent you into a frenzy of puzzlement. If Jaha had just been a wee harder than he had been now – and God knows in what degree of delirium he would’ve brought you if so – had he abandoned all inhibitions restricting him from making you cry and plead for his cock or his mercy, what little remained of your intellect would be down in the drain and nothing, but his name would be rolling out of your mouth. But you merely laid there, clothing and legs forced open, swallowing a cock whole, and with your juices dripping down your inner thighs.

It occurred to you only after a moment of composing yourself. He was not regarding you when he spoke.

Overcome with Jaha’s length pulsing and twitching inside your cunt, it nearly slipped your mind that the two of you were not alone in the room, and numerous prying and privy pair of eyes were observing your public indecency.

You did not know whether the whine that you produced was from relief or protest when your beloved pulled his cock out of you. He moved away from you swiftly as he slipped his wet dick back in his pants, not once taking his eyes off a particular disciple.

Your gaping pussy was in a perfect position for them to view. Your legs spread wide open, your sore hole leaking with globs of Jaha’s precum and trailing down your puckered ass, clit lathered in your combined essence, cheeks flushed, labored breathing, and tongue sticking out – their heated gazes pierced through your skin. Your vagina spasmed as your mind wandered to what wicked fantasies were raging in their minds.

The silence was heavy and suffocating - you couldn’t even hear the breath of any disciple, just your own mess of a state.

Jaha glanced at your form. For the years you had known him, you thought you could read your husband-to-be with ease. But right now, you couldn’t tell anything about him. His irises were blank, and his expression was laced with no dust of emotion. Perhaps this is what they meant when they called him a mad demon?

He took in the mess he made out of you, and his tongue ran along his lower lip. He placed the tip of his forefinger over your collarbone and slowly, he brought it down to the valley of your breasts, along one of your nipples, and finally settled on your lower belly. A shiver surged down your spine at the sensation of his touch.

Your body moved of its own accord. Your hands, though your wrists throbbed in pain, shakily pressed against the table to raise yourself up but Jaha secured his palm against your stomach, fixating you against the desk before you could even lift a single strand of your hair from its sprawled state. The corners of his eyes had slit, and fury graced what was once a blank canvas of an expression.

“Stay.” He commanded. He said nothing in addition to his simple order, but the threat behind his strict tone was enough for you to swallow your pride and resign to him.

His footsteps were concise and rapid, and before you could understand the situation, a commotion occurred outside your line of vision. Curiosity, ever the mischievous counteragent of discipline, compelled you to prop yourself on your arms and sit up on the table. Your arms moved to enact your will, but your blood ran cold as a sharp holler of pain reached your ear, followed by a distinct sound to a body plummeting to the ground.

No doubt it was the handiwork of Jaha. The little resolve you had accumulated in that short time of peace had vanquished. You lost the feeling of control over your body, and you opted to close your eyes to play blind of the happening just several meters from your nakedness.

“You’re the one who spoke earlier, right?” You winced as your ears picked up the sound of a kick and a tumbling body. A deep voice groaned in agony. “I want to hear what you said again. Can you repeat it?”

You waited for him to reiterate whatever he had said, but silence prevailed. Apprehension ate away at the back of your head.

You heard shuffling, hushed mumbles, and staggering footsteps – and then, you felt a presence close to you and another at the other side of the table.

Regardless of the fear gripping your heart, you fluttered open your eyes. The first thing that welcomed you back to reality was the familiar, handsome face of your husband. He curled a lock of your hair around his index finger. The way he coiled your tresses around his finger was tantalizing. He cocked his head to one side, watching quietly as your strands unfurled from his digit. “How does it feel to stand so close to my whore of a wife?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

Your whole body stiffened as you heard the voice of another man so close by, just by the opposite side of where you were forced to lie. You craned your head up, disregarding the numb pain you were putting on the top of your skull. A disciple – in all his masked glory – stood rigidly before you and Jaha, arms straightened at his sides and gaze forward – or so you wished to believe.

Your heartbeat accelerated. You could almost feel it thrumming in your throat. Having people watch you be screwed was one thing but having another man so close to you in your current state was another. Shame clouded over you. A noblewoman with her tits out, soaping pussy hungry for a cock to fill it, and completely vulnerable for any man to take advantage of – just what would your family say if they saw you like this?

Jaha let out a scoff. “I don’t believe you.” He asserted, glare sharpening. The disciple visibly swallowed. “What did you say about me and my fiancé earlier?”

You eased back to your former position, pupils darting from one direction to another. You did not know the identity of the man behind you. Concern for his safety should have been the last thing on your mind but you could not help feeling sympathy for him. Even strangers who you had thought were sitting at the top of power and control regarded your partner in a light of respect and fear. A lower-ranking underling like him would not survive a single swipe Jaha would deliver.

A clearing of throat. “I-I don’t know anymore, sir.” An obvious lie.

Jaha heaved out a sigh. His brows knitted together. “You don’t know a lot of things, do you? It’s a wonder how you managed to join my sect. Seongtae must have been out of his mind to consider you competent enough to deal with larger matters when you can’t even remember something you said just a moment ago.”

You felt the gentle hand of your partner trailing down the side of your face, as though admiring your beauty. You shuddered at the feeling. His touch wasn’t as warm as when he laid with you in the dead of night. It felt cold, almost unwelcoming, and yet it was delicate. How very confounding.

“You said that I shouldn’t treat my beloved like this.” Uttered Jaha, finally. “Interesting that you think that because I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

His motion was swift. His nails burrowed deeply into your skin as he clenched your jaw. “Look at her.” He moved your face in a direction. Your eyes locked with the masked face of the disciple. “Does she look like she hates being used like this? She’s my wife-to-be. You don’t have a say in how I treat her. Whether I want her to be my own personal slut or not, it’s not up to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Jaha snaked his palm between your thigh and cupped your heat. Immediately, your cum coated his hand. You folded your legs together impulsively, trying to keep his hand from acquiring a vaster coverage of your pussy.

A scoff tumbled out of his scowling lips. “Hey, cut that out.” A gasp escaped your mouth as he palmed your clit in response to your rejection. Your body became rigid. In that short amount of time of your stillness, Jaha managed to find the perfect access to your pussy hole. He stroked your clit faster, broadening the mess at your nether lips. Your nipples hardened at his actions. The vanishing pulse of pleasure returned, knotting once again at your lower belly.

Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Your heart leapt against your ribcage as a rush of dread struck you. Fighting through the pain circulating around your wrists, your hands enveloped one of his and your front leaned forward, gradually lifting your back from the table. “Jaha, whatever you’re thinking, please,” You implored. “D-Don’t do it – I’m sorry – ”

A yelp pierced through your mouth, followed by a deep intake of air as Jaha slammed you back against the surface. Your breasts bounced at the harsh contact and drifting through the silence of the air was an obscene sound of your pussy squirting.

Jaha threw his head back as laughter rumbled through his chest and filtered out of his mouth. Scarlet shadowed over your cheeks as your eyes stared off to anywhere but to any pair of eyes in the room. The burning gazes from the disciples over your slovenly frame heightened. If Jaha were not here in the room to deter them...

“What a disgusting sound! I knew you were getting off on being watched like this!” He snickered. He cast his sights back on the disciple by the table, an eyebrow raised. “Do you see him, my darling? He seems very, very interested in getting to know you. What better way to make acquittance than being intimate?” Yet another loud gasp tore from your throat as Jaha peeled away from your cunt and smacked it once. A rather disturbing sound of your juices splattering against you and his hand entered your ears. “And it looks to me that you share the same sentiment.”

A confusing feeling erupted from within you. Fear and thrill of what was to come. You have never laid with another man before, much less a stranger whose identity you do not know of. But as you continue to run over the idea, the more menacingly it seemed to loom over you. You are a nobleman whose parents expect you to bring honor to them in any way. Letting a man who is not your husband have his way with you will not only reflect on you, but the reputation of your clan.

Jaha leaned down until you felt his hot breath fan over your ear. He whispered. “Relax, [Y/N]. I’m not going to let him fuck you.” You didn’t know whether to take comfort from his words or not. “Just let me have this for now.”

He poised himself back to his original height. Your eyes dilated as he brought his slick-covered hand to his mouth. His tongue slowly wrapped around every inch of his fingers, tasting you in every lap of his pink muscle.

Jaha’s black hair bounced as he moved his head back, humming in absolute delight. “Ahh,” He moaned, tone laced with honey and ecstasy. “You taste so good, my darling.” He studied the disciple near the table with an innocent smile – the kind that was so innocent that a sense of foreboding trickled from it. “I’m sure you’re just dying to have a taste of her.”

The disciple cleared his throat with a firm cough. His jaw twitched. “You’re mistaken, sir. I don’t wish to... taint anything precious to you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that kiss attitude. You don’t get to play Mister Respectful after what you said earlier.” Abandoning his place beside you, Jaha rounded the desk and took a step forward until he stood beside the disciple. It was outstandingly comical, the scene presented before you – a tall man breaking in sweat at the presence of a man shorter than him, whose face was woven in youth and innocence. Anyone who didn’t know better would easily be deceived. But the circumstances were dire, not only for you.

Jaha set his left palm on the smooth surface of the table and distributed his weight on his left arm. His head tilted to the side. In a flash, Jaha’s hand grasped roughly a handful of his subordinate’s hair and forced the poor male to level with him until their noses brushed against each other. You did not know if your eardrums deceived you, but you could’ve sworn a whimper of fright washed over the disciple’s quaking lips as Jaha appraised him in lights of displeasure and irritation.

“I’m feeling quite generous today.” Jaha declared out of nowhere. “Why don’t you get to know my fiancé? It’s a privilege I don’t give to many, so be grateful.” With a harsh shove, the disciple staggered ever so slightly, trying hopelessly to regain his equilibrium that his superior had thrown off.

With the colors he was shamelessly flaunting before you at this moment, it didn’t take you quite a lot of time to deduce what sick scheme he had formulated in his mind. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins goaded your body to move even if the danger that was your partner observed you under a sharp gaze. Your legs shifted and slipped against the wood and your hands desperately tried to make a purchase on any leverage as the need to engulfed your senses and rationality.

Tantalizing red hues rolled at your pathetic display. “Huh.” Jaha hummed.

Your eyes glimmered with hope as you finally found your balance and body coordination. You sat up on the table, and just as you were about to place all your weight on your feet, a hand enveloped your arm and pulled you until your back was slotted against a firm chest.

“I love how you think you can escape. You looked so cute smiling a bit there.” Jaha chuckled in your ear. He planted a soft kiss on your exposed neck as his hands snaked to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them.

“Jaha, stop,” You felt dampness at the sides of your face again. “Haven’t you done enough?”

But to you, it seemed that your plea passed through one ear to the other as Jaha locked his arms over your waist, hands sliding lower and lower until you felt him touch your pussy. A broken and strained moan broke through your lips as his fingers slid in and out of your hole. Your fingers scratched against his clothes until they curled tightly on the cloth. Your inner thighs and bunched hanfu were covered in your thick juices.

Oh God, what will the people think of me now?

“So wet.” Muttered Jaha. “For me? Or for that disciple of mine?”

Without waiting for your answer, you were shocked to feel Jaha’s forefinger draw a soft line on your slit. He dragged it along several more times, varnishing his digit completely of your wetness. He faced the disciple with a beaming smile. “Here, go ahead and have a taste.”

You averted your gaze away, praying to whatever God that was willing to bestow even the smallest of mercy over you. A small part of you wanted to avert your gaze back, and see the exchange, but another part of you wished to remain in the darkness and the little solitude you had and wait for refusal or acceptance of the disciple to his Masters order.

Perhaps it was insensitive of you but whatever misfortune fell over him, you silently aspired for it to happen sooner. You promised yourself, even outside of your vows, that no other man would lay a hand on you other than he who you chose to marry, and now the very man you’ve promised your life and loyalty to is offering you to another man.

Disgust tugged at your heartstrings. Never in your life have you been more repulsed with yourself and with the man you loved.

“Oh?” You winced as boisterous laughter from your betrothed bounded against the walls of his workspace. It’s shrill and menacing, just like him. “You didn’t – oh, this is hilarious! You actually tried to lick my finger?”

Momentary relief washed over you. Jaha took a second to pause, surveying his subordinates, as though waiting for some of them to speak up against him, but he was welcomed only with terse quietude. All eyes averted from the mad demon, and the corner of his lips curved up.

He appraised the disciple whose head was lowered in humiliation. The rigidness that he had once exuded had disappeared, instead replaced with total surrender.

Jaha popped his finger in his mouth, licking your juices off. “That was stupid, but at least I know you have guts. Maybe you do have some qualities to become a martial artist.”

You craned your head to look at Jaha. Your heart palpitated faster when you found him staring at you, a jeering sneer painted over his visage. With one hand, he gripped your throat tight. A choking sound stumbled out of your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Slowly, very slowly – one could easily be fooled into assuming he was being delicate with you – he guided you to your feet.

With all the stimulation you had received, your control over your body had disoriented and combined with the constriction on your throat, you struggled to find your balance. However, all your efforts were in vain as Jaha released you. Without the leverage his hold provided, your knees gave way and your whole body fell limply on the ground. You hissed in pain as your knee scraped against the wooden floors.

Jaha claimed his position in front of you and kneeled. You veered your head away from him and your hands hurriedly scrunched the front of your hanfu to cover your breasts. Jaha exhaled through his nose. “Don’t piss me off.” His fingers gripped one hand of yours tightly and tore it away from your chest. Your breast bounced back into view. He did the same procedure to your other hand until your breasts were both revealed to everyone again.

Jaha lowered his head until his nose brushed against your own. His cutting gaze scrutinized your wide, teary eyes. And he laughed.

“You’re so cute.”

To your utter surprise, his lips fell upon yours, silencing any sobs you could’ve made. Comforting warmth spread throughout your body and you found yourself reciprocating his affection. This wasn’t something you anticipated, not after everything he’s done so far.

Jaha has always had the ability to string you back to him, no matter what.

He withdrew from you. “Calm down. I’m not going to let him touch you.” He consoled. You looked into his eyes. You searched for any hint of dishonesty or hidden cruelty beneath the eyes you’ve come to love so much. Words couldn’t express the relief that struck your heart when you found none. Was it stupid for you to trust him blindly like that? Yes. But it wasn’t like you had any choice.

Your lips parted to question what he was going to do next, but Jaha stood back up and retreated from you. He ventured towards the disciple whose joints knotted in apprehension as your fiancé approached him. Your hands came to cover your private parts – although it was a little too late for that. As you scanned the room, you noticed that the other disciples either had their heads hung low or shifted to the side, looking at the walls or the floor. None of them were looking at you.

“Move!”

You turned back to your fiancé and the disciple he had been having a grand time toying with. Your chest tightened in apprehension as Jaha shoved the man towards you. His left foot caught on his right foot, and he lost his balance. You closed your eyes and shifted your body as far as you could when the disciple fell in front of you.

The mad demon got on one knee next to him, gripping his curls. “Watch closely, okay?”

The disciple simply nodded in submission.

Jaha turned to you. “Open your legs.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No – ”

“I didn’t ask.” Your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice. “I said open your legs.”

Without another word, you lifted your hanfu skirt and slowly opened your legs. Redness took over your cheeks as you heard the audible squelch as your opening spread.

“You see that?” Jaha glances at the disciple. “Do you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside her?”

The disciple was visibly frozen. Even with his mask, you could feel his heated stare on you. A noticeable bulge tented the fabric of his lower garment.

Despite yourself, a shot of arousal coursed through your system. Your mind swirled with ideas that should’ve made you sick but didn’t. Something about the thought of taking another man with your husband-to-be watching tightened the coil at your abdomen.

You wanted to avert your eyes from the erection the disciple possessed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. You gulped.

Having a stranger’s cock enter you, forcing your hole to accommodate his girth and pleasure him as your fiancé watched nearby, the other nameless disciples unable to do anything but spare glances your way, smothering back their own arousals as their fellow fucked their superior’s woman...

Jaha spoke. “Wider.”

You did as told without hesitation. Using his other hand, Jaha places two fingers over your pussy lips. You bit your lower lip as he stroked your clit. With his index and middle finger, he pried them, revealing more of your drenched hole to everyone in the room.

“Ahh,” Your shoulders tensed when a finger penetrated your pussy. Your toes curled as he thrusted in and out experimentally, as if assessing your cunt.

“Nice and wet, just for you.” Jaha took his finger out of you and toyed with your stickiness. “Isn’t my wife just so darling? Even to men she doesn’t know, she prepares herself. Makes me wonder how many times she’s been aroused by having her male servants surround her.”

The disciple’s head bobbed as Jaha let go of his hair. He stood up as he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your cum off. “Well?” Jaha chimed, smiling down at the two of you. “What are you waiting for?”

You thought your neck would snap as you turned to face the disciple. You did not know what was happening behind his mask. But you did know that though his fear prevailed, he couldn’t ignore the twitching and growing bulge in his pants.

Controlled by his fear, and the throb between his legs, the disciple – with quivering hands – shakily undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Your pussy pulsed at the sight of a large cock springing eagerly at your face. Veins ran along the base of his massive girth with precum drooling down its sides from its blood engorged tip.

It’s big – you thought – but not as big as Jaha.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he did a once over at your form – sitting prettily below him, nipples hard, and legs spread wide open with a wet pussy begging to be fucked. You must have been quite a sight to behold, you realized, as you heard the disciple heave a shuddering sigh.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times. A thick, pearl of precum formed at his head. His palm gathered his slickness and lathered it all over his entire length.

You stared intently at him. Your tongue wiggled inside of your mouth, wishing to lick the disciple silly. But soon enough, horror dawned over you when you processed your own thoughts. This wasn’t like you. Turned on from another man’s cock – God knows what Jaha would do if he discovered you liking this.

You took a gander at your fiancé.

“Jaha.” You whispered. “Must we do this?”

Jaha exhaled sharply through this nose. A smirk danced over his lips. “But you’re liking this!” He declared. “Why would I want to stop?”

Your attention reverted back to the disciple when you heard his breathing grow heavier. He stood before you with his hard cock in his hand, still pumping and producing precum. It stood proudly close to your face that you could smell the disgusting odor of his dick.

“Don’t drool too much, [Y/N].” You heard Jaha say jokingly.

The disciple gulped. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

A puzzling mix of terror and desire developed within you as the disciple murmured his apology and at the same time, he got on his knees and aligned his cock at your entrance. Your hands moved to push away but the icy glare Jaha sent you forced you to stop.

Depite Jaha saying that he would not let the man touch you, it seemed like he was truly gonna go through with this. The only thing you could do was hope for this to end as soon as possible.

You shut your eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable feeling of the head of his cock prod against your nether but... nothing happened. A scream of hurt and fear and a body falling on the floor prompted you to open your eyes.

The first thing that you saw was Jaha standing before you, his back facing you. Your line-of-sight trailed down and you saw the disciple sprawled on the floor, his mask discarded somewhere under the table and his hands clutching a part of his face. The lust he had felt dissipated as Jaha towered over him.

“Ah, it appalls me just how far your stupidity can go.”

Jaha circled around the disciple, and finally you saw his expression. A smile – no. What you saw playing over Jaha’s face was the furthest thing from a smile. It resembled one, but the darkness behind it wouldn’t consider it a smile.

Your nails dug into your palms as you watched Jaha from your respective distance. Never have you seen him so intimidating, so frightening. Seeing him like this, you didn’t think you’d like. The heat in your stomach was so intense. You rubbed your thighs together as you continued watching him.

You didn’t flinch when Jaha pressed his foot against the disciple’s abdomen. “What made you think you can fuck my wife?” His question was simple and yet held so much authority in its inflexion.

“But you said–”

Jaha pressed more on his abdomen, successfully eliciting a whimper from the lower rank. “Think about it, you fucker. You’ve worked under me for so long and you can’t tell if I’ll really allow you to fuck my wife?” The atmosphere and temperature, dreadful it had already been, dropped to the point where everyone but you feared for their lives. Jaha’s gaze landed on the other man’s cock, and laughter bubbled out of his mouth. “Take a good look at yourself. Do you think that can pleasure her?” He threw his head back, still laughing. “I doubt she’d even feel a thing if you put it in her.”

The disciple heeded no mind to the mortifying degradation his superior said to him and attempted to compose himself. 

"Please, sir, forgive me!"

Jaha clicked his tongue. “Now you’re begging for forgiveness?” He shook his head. “Listen... I understand that you have been born stupid, but did you really think I wouldn’t recognize my own disciples?”

Your eyes widened as you saw Jaha grip the man’s throat and lift him up into the air. “Whoever sent you here... must be as stupid as you are. You really thought I wouldn’t notice you milking the others for information? How ridiculous.”

You could feel your heartbeat thundering against your eardrums as Jaha flexed his hand. So, the reason Jaha was being so cruel to this one man was because he was a spy. But still...

Quickly, you rose to your feet, ignoring how you stumbled as you did. “Jaha, don’t– ”

Jaha ignored you once more. He narrowed his eyes at the "disciple”, the smile dropping from his face. “Well... anyway, if you survive, I’ll consider forgiving you.”

It all happened too fast. Jaha gripping the man’s throat tighter, the blinding flash of lightning, the blood curling scream tearing through the silence, promptly followed by the thud of a lifeless body.

You felt your legs give out once more, and soon enough found yourself on the ground. Your eyes remained rooted on the man’s corpse.

Jaha fluttered his hand, mimicking a motion of a nobleman ridding himself off the dirt that got on his hand. “Take this thing out and get out of here.”

The other disciples have not yet even taken a step forward to enact his order when Jaha suddenly took a lock of your hair in his hold. You turned to look at him only to be greeted by his massive dock slapping against your face, smearing your cheek with precum.

“Now,” Jaha smirked, eyes glinting with lust. “Suck.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice. Your mouth took him whole quickly, slurping sloppily at his cock. His hand ran through your hair and his head moved back. He pushed your head forward, forcing you to take him in deeper. The sound of you choking filled the room. Not even the heavy footsteps of the disciples as they dragged away their “colleague” from the room could compete with the obscene sounds you were making.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that.” He released your hair and stroked your locks once again. You looked up at Jaha. This wasn’t the first time you’ve sucked him off. You’ve lost count of the times he’s requested you to suck him when he was stressed over matters, he never told you of. But even so, you never get tired of seeing him like this – flushed face, furrowed eyebrows, and completely at your mercy.

You pulled away from his cock and ran your tongue over the ridges. You left long strips of saliva on the base and proceeded to give kitty licks and the occasional sharp suck on the head of his cock. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate your lust. You didn’t hear the door close, but you knew it did when Jaha pulled your mouth from his cock and forced you to your feet.

You haven’t even fully recovered from the haze of lust from sucking, but already he had you against the wall. With one hand clutching your jaw, he used the other to lift your hanfu, showing your pussy to him.

“Jaha!... Wait – fuck!”

He didn’t have the time to listen to you. He pushed the head of his cock past your pussy lips, and with one single thrust, he’d bottomed out inside of you again.  

Jaha pounded into you hard. He did not let you adjust to his intrusion, leaving you mewling and dragging your nails on his back. The sound of his hips smacking against yours have once again filled the room, much like earlier. The only difference was that this time there were no foreign eyes watching the two of you. A series of moans escaped your mouth as your pussy fluttered and gripped your fiancée’s cock. Your precum was scattering all over your thighs at his every thrust. Jaha bit and sucked at your skin, marring your flesh with his possessive marks. He had always been this way. Leaving love bites on any place he could to show his possession over you.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face when that guy showed his cock to you.” You wailed pitifully as Jaha took your breasts in his hands. Without faltering in his pace, he fondled and mauled with your hardened and sensitive nubs. His combined ministrations caused your eyes to roll back and your tongue to slip out of your mouth.

He inhaled sharply. He gazed deeply in your eyes. “You wanted him inside of you.”

“No...! ”

One of his hands released your tit and came down to slap your ass. You whimpered in pleasure.

“Don’t even lie. I know what I saw.” He pressed his heaving chest against yours. Your breasts squishing against him. “Why do you think I killed him?”

You gasped, but you didn’t know whether it was from the shock of his confession or the harsh slamming of his hips against yours. “You killed him because–”

You assumed it was because he was a spy, but...

“ – because I was jealous, that’s right.” He breathed out, half lidded eyes gazing heatedly at you. “You don’t want to know what else I’ll do when you make me jealous.”

You felt his cock throb inside you. You moaned, and you began to meet his movement, moving your hips up and down as much as you could in your current position.

“Jaha...” You moaned his name. You kept getting pushed to the edge of euphoria.  

“Shit, you’re gripping me so tight.” Jaha took your ass in his hands and bounced you on his cock along the rhythm of his thrusts. “Are you going to cum?”

Your capability to speak was stolen from you – all too drunk on the way his cock kept brushing on a spongy spot in your pussy – so your head could only nod in answer.

“Cum with me then, [Y/N]. Show me how good I’m making you feel!”

The coil in your abdomen unravelled, and so did you. Your release rocked your whole body. Your body arched against Jaha, and your hips rode him faster, prolonging your release. Jaha spluttered in surprise, his hands digging into your ass as he followed. You swore you would find bruises the next day. Strings of his thick load shot inside your pussy one after another, slowly filling you to the brim until warmth spread across your abdomen.

He moaned in your ear. You shuddered when his hot breath fanned your neck. His voice was deep. You could never get used to him moaning like that so close to you.

“Take it all in, baby. Take my cum, take it.” Jaha whispered in your ear. You whined as he released deep inside you. His head fell on your shoulder as he filled you up. He pumped his deflating cock in and out of you, making sure none of his cum went to waste. All your cunt could do was greedily milk all his cum, as it was used to doing.

You could feel your legs tremble every now and then as globs of his load drooled out from your union, snaking down your inner thigh and plopping noisily against the ground.

Ripples of pleasure from your release slowly exited your body, and the unbearable weight of fatigue dawned over you. Your legs straightened and your arms coiled around your partner’s neck. You rested your head over the crook of his neck and slumped your entire weight against him.

Jaha wrapped his arms around you. A hum thrummed in his throat. “Tired?”

You nodded once. “Mm.. yes.”

“Well, that’s too bad.” A strangled gasp flourished from your lips and your irises expanded when you felt your walls expand as Jaha gradually hardened inside of you again. Still sensitive from your recent orgasm, your body did not take too long to elicit an enthusiastic response to the stimulus, and you began clenching around his girth. He took hold of your chin between his fingers, a broad smirk that sent shivers down your spine etching across his face.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 2 3700 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

It’s 7pm when Y/N knocks on the door to Steve's suite. He’s half way through a bowl of microwave soup, it sits abandoned on his counter as he goes to let her in.

He’s shocked to see her, especially so late in the day. She smiles warmly, and he notices for the first time how kind her eyes can be.

“Do you want a drink of anythin?” he offers politely, as she looks around his room.

Her eyes catch a framed polaroid on his nightstand. It’s clearly him, even though it’s sepia and blurry, he’s arm in arm with Bucky, even though he’s much more bright, than she thinks she’s ever seen him.

“No” she coughs, averting her gaze before emotion can tint her features, “No, thanks Steve, I don’t think I’m stayin’ long”

He nods, and gestures for him to sit beside him on the couch.

“Do you need somethin?” he asks, at the same time as she says

“I passed on your message”

The room is quiet as her words hit him. His dinner is long forgotten.

“He…” she continues, “He says he’s sorry too”

Steve watches her, and palms at his jaw.

“he wanted me to tell you that never meant to hurt anybody, especially not you- he hopes you’re okay, and he says, he says thank you for the dog tag”

He looks at her, wide eyed and not understanding;

“You-”

“I told him you’d dug it out storage, said they must’ve thought it was yours when they were goin’ through the junk for the museum”

“Y/N…” he says, struck by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture, “…You didn’t have to do that- you found it, you-”

“-I-” she cuts in softly, “-have given him plenty of gifts”

He doesn’t know what to do with that. It’s clearly sparked a new tirade of questions, and it’s just as clearly taking every ounce of his restraint to stop him from asking them all at once.

She laughs fondly, sitting back

“He said it makes up for his 18th birthday, by the way”

His chuckle is genuine, it’s boyish and light.

“I can’t believe he remembers that” he says, “I, I couldn’t afford to get him anythin’ that year, I was always sick but- that, that was a bad winter, so I tried to help his ma’ make him a cake- it, it went bad, nearly burnt his kitchen down”

“Yeah he did mention that” she confirms, “I promised him I’d keep an eye on you around the stoves in this place, not that you ever use them”

She eyes his bowl of soup unhappily, and he finds himself beaming, nostalgia sitting heavy in his chest.

It feels nice to reminisce, to share stories like that without the shadow of tragedy that normally follows, along with the explanation that everyone involved is dead now.

“Wait” he says, realisation dawning on him, “You… you gave it to him?”

She nods, sensing that he’s finally catching on,

“I did”

“so, you… you saw him?”

“I did”

The confirmation is expected, but he's still taken back by it.

“When?” is the only follow up that comes to mind,

“We got lunch”

That tugs a disbelieving laugh from his chest, it bubbles past his lips, unexpected and raw.

“Today?” he clarifies, thinking back to earlier on,

“Yeah, Steve, today”

Y/N’s making a conscious effort to not sound patronising, but despite her best attempt, she thinks it rings through regardless.

“We need to talk” she decides, before he can reply, “we have to be honest with each other, and I’m gonna need you to have an open mind, think you can you do that?”

He considers her seriously, before nodding.

“Yeah, I- I can.”

“Good” Y/N affirms, relieved, “I know you have questions, I think now’s a good time for you to ask them”

Steve looks down at his hands for a minute before nodding, and staring into her eyes.

“How did you find him?”

“I think you mean, how did I meet him” she says with a smile, “I never had to find him, because I… I never lost him.”

His mouth hangs open,

“You know I worked for SHEILD, right?” she asks, sensing his need for answers.

“Tony mentioned it, before you came into town-”

“Tony is protective” she says, sitting back, again “he likes to paint things a certain way- I’ve been an agent since I was 18, and I’ve… I’ve done a lot of things, Steve, not, not all of them have been strictly good…”

He’s watching her intently. She feels strangely vulnerable, but she decides trusting him is worth the risk.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been evil- I’ve never hurt anyone for the hell of it, or killed someone in cold blood- but, I had a habit of takin’ the jobs nobody else wanted, and there was this one job…” she begins to explain, “…we got intel that HYDRA were lookin’ to take one of our field ops. Word was, that they were waitin’ on us sendin’ them out on a false lead, where they were gonna scoop them up for some kind of…special agent programme.”

His brow raises, he’s intrigued.

“I found out who the target was, and put myself up to go on the mission, meanin’ to get caught in her place, I- I got clearance from the boss to use myself as bait it… it took some convincin’ but, I- I promised I’d be back in no time and eventually she signed off on it…”

“I don’t understand” Steve says honestly, “You wanted to get captured?”

Y/N nods,

“I knew that the only way to find out what they were really cooking up was to get pulled into it, and I knew the only way to do that without raising suspicion was to let them think their plan had worked.” she explains, “But, I- I couldn’t let their original target take that risk, so I made sure it was me they were gonna get hold of…”

“Did it work?”

“Oh yeah, it worked…” she says, “They picked me up, couldn’t believe their luck, scorin’ a Stark- I was sent off for a wipe before I’d even come round”

“A wipe” he echos, disturbed.

“As it turns out, their special agent programme wasn’t so different from their Winter Solider one.”

Steve’s jaw hangs slack, he looks distressed, but he controls it well, nodding and steadying himself.

“I never did figure out why they never worked on me” she says, “My best guess is that they tailored them to Bucky, back when they first got hold of him, made sure they worked properly, but then, never thought to alter any of the settings for me.”

She’s deliberately glossing over the details. He’s grateful.

“Anyway, it was quite lucky really, because with a little bit of acting I convinced them I was totally brainwashed after my first go”

He blinks again, processing her words the best he can.

“They trained me up, tortured me when I refused to make a new batch of serum for them to use on me, and eventually, started savin’ space by keepin’ me and Buck together when we weren’t in storage.”

Steve is stunned. He’d had no idea about any of this, barring the general description of Y/N as a high up SHEILD agent, he’d brushed off the question of why she’d been MIA for years prior to her quite recent reappearance at Tony’s side.

“Me not bein’ able to think for myself made it quite easy for me to get on the good side of most of the higher ups… it got me into my fair share of trouble too- more than my fair share, really but- eventually, I convinced them to give us more privacy, and… the uh, the rest is history”

“How… How long were you there for?”

“5 years, more or less” she answers cheerily, “It’s a little foggy, with the cryo, but definitely more than 4 and less than 7”

He gives her a contrite nod, and rubs his palms on his jeans, appetite well and truly lost.

“After I made sure Bucky was goin’ to be gettin’ out, I-“

“What?”

Y/N tilts her head,

“You tried to get him out?”

She sighs, and adjusts her position.

“I’d been messing with the tech whenever I had chance- I’m good with things’ like that, so, I- I did what I could- his, his wipes were less frequent by then anyway, and we… we got close enough for me to… it- it doesn’t matter” she clears her throat, clearly hiding some deepest emotion, “-I knew they were sending him after you, and I- I told him he had to make it look real, because if he didn’t they’d send someone else, and I- I knew that’d make everything worse”

“He tried to kill me” he says, hating that it’s the truth, “damn near succeeded, are you sayin’ that was him, that he knew?”

“No” Y/N is quick to answer, “No it all went wrong after the bridge- he was never good at acting, no matter what I tried, he was too petrified of the officers to even attempt to lie- so they wiped him before I could do anythin’ about’ it- I- I did try, but they just put me into storage-”

Steve’s head is throbbing. He sighs, and tugs at his hair.

“When they pulled me out it was to hunt him down, they told me he’d gone rogue, I was to recover, or kill him, if I couldn’t bring him in”

“So what did you do?”

“I went to the place were we said we’d meet up when it was over” she says with a small smile, “he was waitin’ there, he’d been there for a couple of days by then- He told me everythin’, about you, and what’d happened with SHEILD- He’d told me about how, how when everythin’ had happened, he’d thought I’d died with the rest of them…”

Her expression is difficult to read, her fingers are laced together, and Steve can’t help but think she looks younger than he’s ever seen her.

“I had no idea about what had happened, one minute I’d been trying to get into the room where they were keeping him, and the next I was being sedated-” she scoffs, shaking her head, “-sure, I’d been pulled out of cryo by a guy I didn’t really recognise, but, things were always changin’ like that, so I didn’t, I didn’t realise how much had changed until he explained it all. As soon as I knew, I helped him get set up, and then, I went straight back, killed any guys I could find left over, and then I torched the base…and then I… I came home”

Steve nods, exhaling slow, and deep as he considers the reality of what that must’ve been like. Suddenly her saying she’d never lost Bucky, makes a lot more sense.

“Does Tony know?”

“Not about me and Barnes” she tells him, “But, he knows about the rest”

He nods again.

“You’ve gotta understand, Steve, I- I, I knew, about that night… They’d shown me the tape of Howard Stark dying when they first brought me out of cryo- I- and as soon as I met him, I knew it wasn’t him, I understood it wasn’t his fault, but Tony, Tony didn’t get that kind of exposure- he got it thrown at him, in the heat of the moment and he was so hurt, he was so hurt that you hadn’t just told him that it didn’t seem fair of me to add to that”

“I know I handled it badly, Y/N, but I didn’t know how to explain-“

“It doesn’t matter anymore” she says kindly, “He thought I was dead too, that- that’s why it was all so painful” she sighs, “I was never supposed to be gone so long, and when I didn’t come home or touch base with SHEILD they assumed somethin’ had gone wrong, declared me MIA, assumed deceased- from what I’ve heard, he, he took it hard…“

“At least you came back”

She smiles, and nods.

“Only half a decade late”

He forces a laugh, before the question he next asks jumps past his throat,

“why did you leave it so long? couldn’t, couldn’t you have found a way out sooner?”

Y/N looks at him knowingly, before averting her eyes.

“If I had…” she says, “It… it would have meant leaving Bucky there, and I- I knew that if I went, any attempts we made at pulling him out or, doing anything to stop them would’ve put him in so much danger that it— I decided, it was better for me to stay were I could help keep him safe”

His whole demeanour shifts, suddenly he’s dripping with sympathy and it’s all he can do not to reach out and hug the woman who’s baring her soul for her so openly.

He wishes he knew her better, that he felt more comfortable in offering some kind support, but he doesn’t. He knows her brother, and even that is difficult.

“I didn’t know how long it’d be” she continues, “but once I’d seen him- how they were treating him, I- I couldn’t just, go back, Steve I couldn’t leave him there on his own…”

“You love him” Steve says, realising it’s the truth.

Y/N blinks at him, before adjusting her gaze. Her lack of denial is conformation enough, even if her silence only lasts a moment.

“I love my brother, I never meant for him to think I’d died like that”

He knows that, so he nods.

“And when I came back he never asked about Bucky” she tells him, “He was just relieved to see me, even after I told him about the training’ they’d put me through it didn’t seem to click- I, I think it was just, so much to take in that by the time I’d told him the whole story he didn’t think to ask if we’d met…”

“Well it must’ve been a shock” he says, “you comin’ back from the dead”

Y/N scoffs a little at that, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“It was…” she agrees, “and he was so worried about anythin’ happenin’ to me after, that he put me up in a near by safe house for a month, told me to stay away from what was left of SHEILD until he could figure out who to trust… I snuck Bucky in with me for a while- it… it was a good spot to get some normality, y’know? … then Tony patched things up with you, and the others and I guess he decided he could trust you all, because he brought me back to the tower”

That’s more than a little bit flattering when Steve really starts to think about it. Reconciliation hadn’t been easy, but the idea that Tony trusted him enough to introduce him to his sister, especially after everything he knew she’d been through, is… a lot.

Just when he thinks he’s processed everything, another detail pricks at Steve’s consciousness, his head tilts and Y/N readies herself to answer what she knows he’s about to ask,

“Wait…when you came here… did Bucky stay in that safe house?”

“Bingo”

“Son of a bitch” Steve mutters, frustrated, “He’s been in New York all this time?”

“‘Fraid so, Cap’” she replies, “and it’s been good for him, it- it really has but now-“

“now you think he needs to move?”

“I think he needs to move here” she corrects

That shocks him.

“I’ve tried talkin’ to him-” she begins to explain, “I’ve begged him to let me just stay full time, I promised I could square it with Tony, y’know? I could tell him it’s for me, that I need more time alone but he… he won’t even consider it, he says he won’t let me do that for him but every time I leave it gets worse-”

“He loves you” Steve says, again, knowing it’s the truth.

This time, her smile is more obvious. Even though she tries to hide it behind her hand.

“Maybe, but I need your help, Steve”

“I’ll do anythin’” he agrees eagerly, “Just tell me what-”

“First of all” Y/N begins, “You can’t mention this to Nat”

That hits him like a tone of bricks. It’s so unexpected that he finds himself squinting.

“the, bit about me, anyway- she can’t know about me volunteering to take the place of the target agent”

“Why?-”

“Please, Steve” she cuts in seriously, “It’s important.”

After a second of confused consideration, he sighs, and nods in agreement.

“and then… I’m gonna need you to be patient.”

“…Patient…” he echos.

“Yes” she says, “Bucky loves you, he really loves you, but he is petrified- You can’t go rushing in trying to find him just because you know he’s close by, he begged me not to tell you, it took hours of me talking to him to get him calm enough to believe that you weren’t just going to storm in to take him somewhere-”

“Somewhere?” he repeats, “Like where?”

“I don’t know, Steve- all I know is that he’s so scared, of gettin’ hurt, of things goin’ back to how they were that he- he just needs time”

“I… I’ll stay away, Y/N- Of course I will I- I’d never just-”

A quirk of her brow silences him.

He would, he would’ve just turned up out of the blue, and he wouldn’t have given it a seconds thought.

“and he wants you to read his file.”

Bile floods Steve’s mouth, he averts his eyes, posture stiffening.

“he’s writing you a letter, too, but I think the uh, the file is more important.”

He feels himself sighing, releasing a breath he hadn’t meant to hold.

“Please, just skim it? it’s not graphic, it’s only the SHEILD write up, and I’ve gone through it with him, he’s- he says it’s the bare minimum you need to know before he sees you… or before you decide if you want to see him”

“If I want to see him?”

He’s gone back to parroting now, so it’s clear that he’s at his limit for the night, Y/N decides to wrap things up.

“… It’s important to him, okay? and when I go and see him tomorrow, I’ll bring whatever he’s written back for you-“

“He thinks it’s gonna change my mind, about wantin’ him here?”

“He thinks” she says, “that you have no idea about he did with HYDRA, and I think, he’s worried about what you’ll think of him when you find out”

“That’s ridiculous” Steve objects, “Of course I know”

“I was there” She says with a shrug, “he knows I know, but he still worries I’m going to decide he’s evil, and disappear”

That’s heart-wrenching. The idea of how hard he’s being on himself makes Steve want to break the promise he’s just made, and turn up on his door step to convince him that he’s not going to turn on him, no matter what he reads.

“He’s gettin’ better about that” Y/N feels the need to add, “with me anyway- but for now, for you-“

“I’ll read whatever you want”

She nods, before reaching into her back pocket, shuffling a bit in place as she reaches for the item she’s been keeping concealed for the most of the day.

Steve squints, confused as he finally spots the folded photograph in her palm.

He accepts it a little dumbly when she moves to pass it to him.

“I thought you might want to see” she explains, slightly embarrassed as he unfolds the polaroid, “It’s hard to get him to pose”

He laughs, quiet but ecstatic when the image reveals itself.

His oldest friend is on the left, hair long, but tied back, face a little weathered, but smiling, as he presses a kiss to Y/N’s cheek, she’s on the right, beaming at the contact.

It’s the first time he’s seen Bucky Barnes in the better part of a century. This is not The Winter Soldier, this, is the boy he grew up with, even if he has a little more facial hair.

“You… you make a goodlookin’ couple”

Y/N snorts, offering him a sweet smile as he beams at her, and then back at the image.

“You can keep that one” she tells him, when she sees how he’s still staring at it, “I won’t be offended if you cut me out of it- I tried to get him to sit for one on his own but he won’t”

Steve laughs, looking at her with grateful eyes. He feels honoured that she’s trusted him like this, he feels honoured that she’s opened up to him at all, considering the experiences he’s had with her brother, and the way he knows his behaviour has hurt the man she clearly holds so dear.

Y/N stands slowly, padding over to the door- Steve follows, and it’s only when he pauses, looking at her with a strange expression that she decides, once again, to pull him in for a hug.

She can’t help but feel protective over him, despite his obvious strength, she’s seen how Barnes frets over his wellbeing, and part of that seems to have rubbed off on her.

It’s good that it has, she decides, because he clings to her back with such intensity that she can’t help but wander who last held him like this.

“it’s all goin’ to be okay, y’know, Steve” she tells him, because she thinks he might need to hear it.

“How do you know?” he murmurs, unable to hide the fact that he’s worried. Worried about losing the friend he’s been trying so desperately to regain, worried about upsetting the friend he has in Tony, who he’s already lost once, over this, and he’s worried, that it’ll all be his fault, when it does come crashing down.

“Because-” she says, pulling back to look into his face “-I’m a Stark, and we’re always right.”

He gives her a half hearted chuckle, before pulling back and nodding.

“Careful, Darl-’” he says, with a tight lipped smile “You’re startin’ to sound like your brother”

“Is that a bad thing?” she says, leaving.

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YASH MA BABY

HIIIII QUIET HOW ARE YOUUUY

ngl I also had to check this bc I had no idea who Lee Haein is but safe apparently :D

I'm really glad Yuri gets to go out and do stuff like this, she looks like shes having fun AND SHE LOOKS SO TINYYY HUHUHUHU LITTLE TINY BABY BEAN

i was actually online for a bit too today and i noticed an iz*one account posting yena pics and I p much realized going through my followed tags that I'm the... only.... joyul account on tumblr? like cmiiw but if this is the state of things rn I'm considering making a new blog for updates maybe or maybe not idk 🤔

anyway TINY LITTLE BABY BEAN AWWW

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I present you another snippet from Chapter 8 where we finally get to meet some new OCs that are set on catching John and becoming heroes. Enter Charlie "The Menace" Morgan...

The Spread Eagle was empty when Calahan entered, his day had started at 5 am with a couple of Peggies stumbling across his camp and ruining his chance at getting some rest. "You've been marked, Sinner! John is coming to get ya-", was the last thing their leader had said before Hartley sent him to meet his beloved maker. And since then, his day was going just peachy. He needed a drink, or more like five. No rest for the wicked. Or do I say the "Sinner"? "Rookie, the usual?", Mary May shot him a smile from behind the bar. "Why is it so quiet, gorgeous?" Seeing a friendly face was already brightening his mood. "Take a guess." "What do I win if I guess right?", his wink made Mary May roll her eyes. Her reaction caused him to think of Sabrina and how she never took his charm too seriously either. Where the fuck are you, Gray? Who has you? He couldn't go 5 minutes without thinking about all the people close to him that the Seeds had captured few days back. It made him restless, angry, ready to lash out on any Peggie that crossed his path. "First drink's on me." Calahan gave her his best "I'm so lost in deep thought" face, the same one he used anytime Whitehorse lectured him on how he should be behaving as a Deputy. "I'd say-"

The sound of the bell cut him off as the doors to the bar opened and three Resistance members walked in, involved in what seemed like a very heated discussion. "Mary May, drinks, darlin', we bear good news!", the oldest of the trio chimed in. The voice belonged to Charlie Morgan, a man in his late 30s, with short dark hair and beard, shifty pale eyes and neck tattoos. "Rookie! Just the man we need!", he shouted before slapping Calahan on the back with unnecessary force. Hartley was already over the interaction, dreading whatever he and his buddies had come up with. Back in the days before the Reaping he wouldn't have been caught dead interacting with Charlie, but as Dutch had said they needed any assistance they could get. He only wished the helping hand in question was better at their tasks and didn't spend half the day drinking at The Spread Eagle, calling it "work for the cause". The sooner I get Hudson out and track Gray down, the quicker we'd make actual progress and rescue the others. "What is it now, Charlie?" "Deputy, we have him!", it wasn't Morgan that responded but a teen that couldn't have been older than 17, an unfamiliar face to Hartley. "Have who? And you are?" "Justin Harker. My ma and I moved in here few months back, may she rest in peace.", he offered his hand to Hartley, which he shook, then added in a whisper, "We've got intel on John Seed!" Charlie sat down in the chair next to Calahan's, downing the glass Mary May had produced in front of him. "Bastard's running a leaky operation, Rookie. Heard from a source he's left that bunker of his on his own. But it gets better… in less than an hour he will be headed to his ranch." Hartley shook his head, "Sounds too good to be true, Morgan. You sure you didn't dream that up?" "Deputy, it's true. We're going there, thought to stop to ask you to joins us for the ambush.", Harker couldn't contain his excitement. "We're capturing that bastard and making him suffer today.", Charlie let out a maniacal laughter at which Mary May slapped her palm on the bar, giving him a pointed look. "Keep it down. I'm running a business here. First and last warning, and you're gonna be making your own booze in your toilet." "Sorry, darlin'." The third guy remained silent, Hartley knew his face but for the life of him couldn't remember his name. "So you coming, or not, Rookie?" Calahan sighed, his head was already throbbing enough, and Morgan's presence wasn't helping. "No, I'm exhausted. I doubt this is going to pan out, boys. No offense, but you're miles away from being a capture party. Best case scenario, some Peggie is fucking with you and sending you on a wild goose chase… Worst, well… you'd be captured and meet John face to face, but in his bunker." "Rookie, are you afraid?", Charlie chuckled. "You heard anything from what I just said, you asshole?" "Now, now, let's all calm down.", third guy broke his silence, waving his arms around. "We're going, Rookie. And you can sit on your ass and be afraid all you want. I'm catching that bastard that carved my chest and carving his face as payback today. Let see then how well his broadcasts perform after I'm done with him."

Charlie downed his second drink and stormed out without a look back, followed by Mr. "Calm". Hartley grabbed Harker's arm as he went to leave, too. "Kid, if you know what's best for you, don't go anywhere with Charlie Morgan." The teen shook his head, "It's fine, Deputy, I made a promise at my ma's grave, I plan on honoring it." "You know which channel to call if you get anything?" "Yes, Deputy. I will be sure to keep you posted." With that he left, heading outside to join the others. "God, I hate Charlie.", Mary May groaned. "Then why serve him, gorgeous?" "Can't be picky in these times, now can I? As long as he pays… but I'm getting close to banning him indefinitely." Calahan rested his head on the bar. "You really not going to go with them?", Mary May nodded towards the now closed door, "There's still time." "Nah. I'm good. Don't believe John Seed would just offer himself on a silver platter like that." "Well, in that case, why don't you head upstairs, catch some sleep on the couch? Didn't plan to say it, but you look like shit.", Mary May smiled. "Don't I know it. Sleep avoids me like an ex-girlfriend these days." "You still worried about Sabrina?" "No news, absolutely nothing. It's bizarre." "I'm sure something will turn up." "Thanks, gorgeous." Hartley took a final sip of his drink and climbed upstairs, ready to get some needed rest before he'd have to head back out.

John drove in silence, his eyes glued to the road while he felt like he was on autopilot as the last few hours replayed in his mind. His emotions were all over the place: from how the morning started with yet another close encounter with Sabrina through the decision to take her to the ranch to holding her lingerie in his hand as he imagined peeling it off her body. Bad idea. He had no clue what had possessed him to do it and she seemed just as shocked. He needed to put as much distance between them as soon as possible, if he was to come back to his old self and focus on his tasks. Then there was Savannah and her genuine excitement at his presence and their "trip". He knew he had made the right decision the second she told him she's not afraid of him even if he's a "Peggie". He didn't want to imagine those big green eyes fill with fear at the sight of him. Ever. "You doing okay there, Seed?", Sabrina whispered after a while, amusement seeping into her tone. John nodded, gripping the steering wheel, "Just thinking, going over my schedule." A complete lie… but he doubted she'd appreciate the truth, especially spoken out loud in front of her sister. He took his eyes off the road for a second to sneak a look at Sabrina just in time to see her faint smile vanish completely off her face. Her hand shot out to his knee, his name coming out in a panicked whisper, making him look back ahead. The road they were on wasn't empty as it was before, instead a car and an armed man stood blocking their path as the truck came to an abrupt stop. John looked in the rearview mirror, contemplating driving back the way they came from but two more men had popped out from hiding, headed for the truck with determination. The Resistance.

"Who are these people? Are they Peggies? They don't look like it.", Savannah spoke up, her face twisted in confusion. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, pumpkin.", Sabrina responded just as one of the Sinners shouted, his voice carrying through their open windows, "Out, Seed, don't think of doing anything funny. There's no need for anyone else to get hurt." "John-" "Rin-Rin, what's happening?", panic was taking over Savannah's voice. One of the men was by the driver's door then, rifle trained, ready to haul John out of the truck by force. "It's okay, Savi." He leaned in, wondering if he's smelling Sabrina's scent for the last time as he whispered in her ear, "There's a gun in the glovebox, the Bliss bullets are non-lethal but they will slow them down, do what you must to protect Savannah." Then he turned to the Sinner, calling out, "I'm coming out. There's a child in the car." "John, this is a bad idea." He knew as much, but the alternative presented just as much danger. "It's not my time yet, Deputy. Don't worry." He opened the door, climbing out with one last look at Sabrina, knowing chances were she'd drive away now that the road behind them was clear and leave him to face Judgement at the hands of the Resistance. She owed him nothing, especially not when her sister was in danger. "Walk, Seed.", the Sinner gritted out, his rifle poking John in the back, urging him on. As they neared the lone gunman, he raised his hands, "I'm unarmed, let the others go." He wasn't exactly unarmed, he still had Sabrina's knife, though using it would be a gamble with his own life. "You're not in charge here, you bastard.", came out the familiar voice of Charlie Morgan, his dead gray eyes narrowed with a look of hatred, hinting at his intentions. That very man had his turn sitting in John's chair not that long ago, screaming about revenge while John carved "Gluttony" into the Sinner's chest. From the corner of his eye he could see the youngest of the group speak into a walkie, probably calling in reinforcements. Captured. Me?

John wanted to laugh at the irony, but thoughts of Sabrina and Savannah clouded his mind. "You haven't learned anything from your Confession, have you, Charlie?" It was the wrong thing to say, making Morgan's face twist up in rage, gaze shifting to the truck behind them, "Maybe I should go drag out that lady of yours, march her over here, see how mouthy you are then, you bastard." John tried to keep himself in check, but something must have flashed across his face, urging Charlie to keep pushing. "Yeah, I'd start with carving into her. Make you watch. Then comes your turn. How does that sound?" He turned to the older Resistance member, "Bring her here, Blake." "You have to love them, Brother.", Joseph's voice did little to calm the anger bubbling up inside. The thought of Morgan putting his slimy paws on Sabrina made John see red. Before he can even attempt to silence the urge for violence, his hand had taken out her knife from the back of his jeans and in one brisk motion plunged it into the neck of the Sinner that had led him there. Before Charlie could react he was on top of him next. The whole time the youngest Sinner stood frozen in shock. His pistol shook in his hand at the sight of one of his comrades lying dead on the concrete, blood pooling beneath him and the other was close to follow in his footsteps, too. "Charlie, this isn't what we planned…Hurting others…Blake's dead.", the teen mumbled, voice small. John ignored his panicked ramblings, keeping his attention fully on Charlie, his smile dark as he said, "Yes, you haven't learned anything, Charlie." Morgan was nowhere close to giving up, his fury fueled his struggle and eventually allowed him to overpower John. He was set on grabbing the knife as he came on top with a maniacal look on his face. "You carved my chest, now it's time to carve that pretty face of yours, you bastard. See how Joseph likes you then."

"Is John going to be okay?", Savannah's eyes were brimming with tears. Sabrina's gaze shifted from the scene in front of them back to her sister as the armed man led John away. She rolled the windows up, afraid what might carry through them. "Hey, look at me, everything is going to be okay.", she reached her hand out to Savannah, "Don't look ahead, okay?" "Okay." Two paths were presented to her again: to drive off or help John. Her brain screamed at her to be rational, that Savannah was the only priority, that she should crawl over the console and into the driver seat, turn the truck around and leave. Her conscience argued he's in danger because of her: because he took her out of that bunker in the first place and he was breaking a rule by taking her to his home to protect her sister. And her heart… it reminded her he's the man from her visions. That she would be abandoning him to die, never to see him again. Acting or not. I can't leave him. Her father was not one for inaction, it's what led to his death and he passed that dangerous drive down to his daughter. She knew what he would do. Her mind was made up the second she saw John take down one of the men. You're going to get yourself killed, Seed. In a blink, she was reaching into the glovebox, pulling out the gun, absorbing the familiar feeling as she gripped it and released the safety before she turned to Savannah. "Keep your head down, whatever happens, you don't look. Lock the doors behind me, Sav." "John-" "I'm going to get him." She kissed her sister's forehead, rushing out of the truck, her eyes zeroing in on John and another man locked in a struggle on the ground, fighting over a knife. Above them stood a teenager, face frozen in shock, as he pointed the gun at the two men, unsure what to do, if he should shoot. "Charlie, stop it! We agreed we're taking him in alive! We had a plan!" Charlie? She knew that name, many times she and Hudson had to escort him out of the Spread Eagle after he had decided to sleep there after a full day of drinking. Then suddenly one day he had disappeared, taken in by John's men only to reemerge with a dark look that refused to leave his eyes, constantly talking about getting revenge on the Project. In that moment he was set on killing John, screaming about carving into his face as payback. Seems like your own sins are catching up with you, Seed. Did you have him in that room, too?

The teen's gaze shifted from the ground up to Sabrina as she drew in closer, he raised his pistol in panic, pulling the trigger but his hand was shaking so badly he missed, grazing Sabrina's arm instead. She ignored the sting, hitting her target in a spot at his shoulder that was less likely to be leathal, the tricky shot incapacitated him, but whatever was in the "bullet" took him down in seconds, to the point she was worried she had killed him somehow. A brief moment was all it took for Charlie to get distracted when his friend's body hit the ground, giving John the chance to strike and sink the knife into his neck in one swift move. "A chance at Eden, Charlie. And you threw it away.", came as a mutter. He rolled the man's body off him as Sabrina reached her free hand out to pull him up. "Sabrina.", he lay still for a second, his blue eyes staring into hers, betraying his bewilderment at her assistance. "You expected me to leave?" John nodded, as he grabbed her outstretched arm, his own hands were bloody, getting hers covered too. He got up, smoothing the strands of hair that had gone out of place during the scuffle. "You should have left. Your sister-" "She's okay. I told her to lock the doors. I don't leave people behind, John." "Even me?" "Even you." "And yet, that boyfriend of yours left you behind. Ironic." "Boyfriend?", Sabrina's eyes narrowed in confusion. "That blond Deputy.", the resentment was clear in his tone and the mask slipped for a second as his features morphed into a dark frown. She didn't correct his assumption when she said, "Calahan. And he didn't leave me, I told him to go." "You sacrificed yourself so he gets away. You must love him then." Fishing for information now, are we? "I simply didn't want to risk his life too. I can take care of myself." "That I've seen. You're quite resourceful.", John wipped her knife off his jeans, "Your little gift saved my life, Deputy." Gift. Ha.

""A knife in your boot can save your life one day.", it's what my father used to say." And Scott Donovan was right, her own knife had helped John. "Smart man." Sabrina gave him a sad smile as she kneeled down, checking on the teen at her feet, "He was. A truly good man." Barely lucid, but still breathing. Good. "We have to go, Deputy. I'm pretty certain this one called in reinforcements." She nodded in response and when John made a move towards the teen, knife still clutched in his hand, she put herself between them, adding, "If you're planning on killing him, too… I won't let you. He's a kid, couldn't even hold his weapon steady. Enough lives were lost today, John, and it's barely noon." "Fine, Deputy." After moving the bodies off the path, they headed back to the truck, as he asked, "What do we tell Savannah?" We. That's progress. Sabrina took a deep breath, "I- for once I'm not sure, I need a minute." His hand was on the small of her back, offering silent support as they reached the passenger's side door. To Sabrina's relief her sister had followed her instructions: she was curled into herself, her auburn hair barely peeking out between the seats. She looked up cautiously when Sabrina knocked on the glass. "We're okay, pumpkin. You can open up." Savannah climbed over the console, rolling down the window, "Are the bad men gone?" Gone. Both literally and figuratively. "Yes, Sav. Pass me your water bottle, will you?" Sabrina and John quickly washed off whatever they could from the blood before climbing back into the truck. Soon they were back on the road with the men's bodies not visible in the rearview mirror anymore as Savannah's face poked inbetween the front seats, her green eyes focusing on John then on her sister. "You're both okay, right?" "Yes", came out in unison, making her laugh out loud. John looked at Sabrina before shifting his gaze back onward, his lips curling into a triumphant smile, "Deputy, you just said "Yes"." "No, I didn't.", she deadpanned. Savannah giggled, "Yes, you did, Rin-Rin." John tilted his head in her sister's direction, "See, Savi here says I'm right." "You're unbeliavable." "So you keep telling me.", and he had the audacity to wink. He just killed two people and is smiling like nothing has happened. Sabrina rested her head against the window, ignoring the pain in her forearm and trying to keep her emotions in check while Savannah and him chatted away, filling the time until they reach their destination.

[megarywrites]

find the word

tagged by @thewriteflame (thank you!) and my words were: ride, rage, reflect, and rest (we all know that "rage" appears in Seafoam alskdja) and I'll tag: @awordchemist @aether-wasteland-s @bebewrites and @muddshadow and your words will be: solemn, sooth, soft, and sow

ride

"I said I missed Malbu. My cat,” Astri added, glancing at me. I nodded and took a bite of my bread, closing my eyes so I could savour the sweet spice of the jam and the lingering warmth of the loaf. “At least you’ll get to see him today?”  My eyes flew open, and all four of us glanced up at the head of the table where Sorma Rimal sat, a half-eaten piece of bread in one hand and one of the rolls of parchment with our waiting assignments in the other. She was intently reading, however, and seemingly not privy to our conversation. Still, Astri leaned in, and we all did as well, her voice lowering to a whisper. “Depends on if I get sent to Fansolis or not.”  “It must be nice. To have family so close,” I said absently, sucking a drop of honey from my thumb.  Three pairs of eyes turned to me, and I glanced between them, my gaze meeting Solera’s for a second or two longer before it dropped back to my plate. Foolish of me, really. To say such a thing when Psari was a mere wagon’s ride away whereas her family lived tucked away in the Giáma Mountains in the heart of Scinra. When she hadn’t seen her own ma for five years compared to the single moons’ cycle that separated Ma and I.

rage

“I would advise that you restrain yourself from lashing out against either Sosta or I,” the Diamo said after he took a few sips of his kappe and set it aside. The Stoli melted into the shadows, blending in with them in their black kaptas. “Another outburst like that would require me to enact a dire punishment, and I doubt you want that. Nor,” he added with a jerk of a nod back to the Droma, “I imagine, would Sosta appreciate me doing such a thing to his new wife.”  “Wife?” he asked, a note of incredulous hilarity to his voice. “I’m not staying married to that old hag.”  Ma immediately grabbed my arm, holding me back from jumping up. I don't know what I would have done to him, but the blind rage that surged up within me would have earned me a dire punishment of my own.  “What’s done is done.” All of our gazes shifted back to the Diamo, who was pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have dragged us down with you in your transgression against the gods,” he said, looking across at Ma. “But now, we must adjust. You and Sosta are bound for life, now, so you both”—he emphasized the word when the Droma sucked his teeth—“need to learn to make the most of it.”

reflect(ion)

Through the mist, the tiniest hints of light started to appear. Here and there, flickering specks of flames from the lanterns lining the shops and homes of Psari. They became more distinct the closer I drew, until the mist thinned as I reached the deserted lane leading through the village. All was quiet, now, of course. The colder nights tended to keep most everyone inside to warm themselves at their hearths.  Glimpses into other lives—of bakers preparing the next day’s wares, of arguments unfolding, of fathers entertaining their young children while mothers prepared the supper—flashed before my eyes as I glanced through the windows of the homes that I passed. Then, further in, the darkened shop windows showed only my fleeting reflection.

rest

We crested the hill, and I looked away from Ma and to the graveyard surrounding the path out of town. The tiny white aspánes blossoms dotted the mounds where the souls of Psari had been laid to rest. My grip on Ma's hand tightened. “Sosta, can we stop?” I asked, my voice slightly strained. His whistling cut off and he turned around before pulling back on the reins.  I was out of the cart before it came to a complete stop, stumbling onto the grass and hurrying along the edge to were Pa’s headstone sat. It was covered with the little bell-shaped flowers, too. Kneeling there before it, I brushed the thin layer of dust from its surface.  “I couldn’t find a way to stay with her, Pa. Can you ever forgive me?”  He, of course, made no answer.

[aquadestinyswriting]

15 Questions OC Edition- Yoruk

Right, so since I've received at least one more tag for this game, I'll be doing this for the other two options that were voted for in the poll I did for this game. Today will be Yoruk, next week his mother.

Once more: Tags are only for those interested in the answers to the questions here. I am not tagging for anyone necessarily to do this game (unless of course, they want to).

Tags: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds

All that said: Let's get into this for one of my favourite OCs.

A quiet corner in the back room of the Hammer and Anvil, Fangthane. Yoruk Bloodvein sits back in his seat, sipping from a small glass containing firewater, while a shadowy figure opposite him nurses a mug of Snorri Ironforge's finest ale.

Interviewer: Thank you for agreeing to see me, especially on such short notice.

Yoruk: It's fine, I'd heard ye were goin' around asking folk a bunch o' questions from Merri. She said ye might ask aboot me.

Interviewer: Ah yes, how is the rest of the family?

Yoruk: They're a'right, but I dinna have all day to chat, so if we ca get this done?

Interviewer: Of course.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think I was name for one of my great grandpas on my da's side. The Copperheart Clan has a fine and storied history, and the man I'm named after was a hero of great renown at a time when evil was far more prominent in the world. I hope I've lived up to that legacy, despite only playin' a bit part during the whole Ragnarok fiasco.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, that'd be right after Gavid wis born. I ken Merri did all the hard work, but the minute I got that bairn into ma arms, I started bawlin'. Honestly, it's a good thing Elowyn was there to see to my wife because I wis in a right state for at least a good half hour. I'm no' ashamed to admit to that neither.

3. Do you have kids?

As mentioned; I have Gavid. Merri and I do plan on more children eventually, but we're happy with just the three of us for now. He's no' long started moving around, so he's a bit of a handful.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

All the time, I'm fairly certain Merri telt ye it was basically a third language around here. I do try not to use it too often because it gets a bit tiresome to work out when folk are being genuine.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The body language for sure. I had to get used to quickly working out when a certain birth giver was in a mood and to not bother her with "inane, childish chit chat", and that's carried over to pretty much everybody else. It's pretty helpful in my job, though, it makes working out when someone's bein' a bit shifty without having to rely on magical methods.

6. What's your eye color?

Amber, which is typical for dwarves born into noble families.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh Merri told me about those. Happy endings fer definite. We just got incredibly lucky to get our own happy ending and I don't much like the idea of gettin' stressed out for entertainment.

8. Any special talents?

I'm actually a right dab hand at embroidery of all things. One of my tutors from when I was a wee lad was a much aulder woman who liked to embroider her clothes and I begged her to teach me because I thought it made her clothes look beautiful. I taught Merri because she needed something to do while stuck at home during her maternity leave.

9. Where were you born?

Right here in Fangthane, in my father's house.

10. What are your hobbies?

Aside from embroidery, I enjoy a good game of cards or dominoes. We've got a rather serious dominoes tournament going on in the rec room of my chapter house right now. I've made it to the quarter finals of it so far and am hopin' that I can at least make the final.

11. Have you any pets?

Dwarves aren't big on pets, honestly. I used to like petting the miners' ponies when I was a wee lad, but those are working animals. I don't think Alistair, my mount, counts either since he's technically a divine beast who's agreed to carry me around when I need him to.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I'm not big into sports as such. Most of my time as a lad was spent with tutors to make sure I had a decent upbringing worthy of a man of nobility. I did get into dwarven fencing for a little bit, but felt the rules were a bit too restrictive and gave it up pretty quickly.

13. How tall are you?

Four foot eleven, so one of the tallest dwarves in Fangthane. I think there's only two, maybe three others who are even the same height.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Ididn't attend a school, as such, as I mentioned before, I had personal tutors. I did enjoy learnings some of the finer arts though, having a creative outlet made life a lot more bearable while I was growin' up.

15. Dream job?

I'm pretty damn happy in the one I've got, honestly. It keeps me close enough to my family, and I'm constantly helpin' folk with various wee problems, and it doesn't hurt that the hours are consistent so I can look after my wee boy. I'm determined to be a much more present father than mine was.

Interviewer: Thank you very much for your time, Sir Bloodvein. Your answers were most enlightening, especially when taking the ones your wife gave into consideration

Yoruk: Eh, we had different upbringings despite us both livin' in Fangthane our whole lives. That was bound to happen.

Interviewer: Indeed. I had best be off, I have one more stop on this round and I have quite the journey ahead of me.

Yoruk: A'right, bye then.

The Interviewer backs into the shadows and vanishes with barely a wisp of smoke. Yoruk politely declines to point out that he can see in the dark. and downs the rest of his drink before getting up and leaving.

[thetomorrowshow]

I posted 2,047 times in 2022

That's 851 more posts than 2021!

423 posts created (21%)

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I tagged 1,811 of my posts in 2022

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#q - 983 posts

#minecraft stuff - 737 posts

#art - 589 posts

#empires smp - 202 posts

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Longest Tag: 134 characters

#like he walked in. 'hey guys keeping it short today bc i have to go to the dentist on tuesday. were there any questions abt the work?'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

TFC's sister posted a link to his obituary on twitter. It's very lovely, but I wanted to point out this specific part:

[ID: Edward moved to Tulsa in 1972. He went out on his own for many years, without contacting friends or family. Much about where he was and what he was doing during this time remains a mystery. In fact, Edward was not seen again until 1992, when it was discovered that he was living in Indianapolis, Indiana, where he was employed by Pizza Hut, as a delivery driver. He had also lived in Arkansas, before returning to Tulsa. End ID]

I can't get over this. This is the most TFC thing I've ever seen

1,980 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#4

Jimmy has murdered a human on rats smp. Jimmy killed the gardener and has now promised scott the gardening job in exchange for keeping quiet about it. jimmy has yelled at the janitor that he's going to cut his arms off and threatened to kill him too. I repeat jimmy solidarity has murdered a human. this is the LEAST SAFEST RAT

3,150 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

#3

Got my dad to watch mcc (scar pov) with me, here are some highlights of the occasion

he's colorblind and struggled telling teams apart, but appreciated color indicators on some blocks in games

did not understand survival games until he saw the border and then went "oh it's like fortnite!!"

asked questions about every ten seconds which was actually quite lovely, but included:

asking me how mcc teams are decided

asking me who scott smajor was no less than five times

asking me to explain the concept of hermitcraft.

did not care about the game chat until he realized that's where i was getting stats from and then started leaning as far forward as possible to read it

i don't think he ever really grasped the concept of rocket spleef. he had fun watching though

thought antfrost's skin was a bird

asked me if ace race was only for ace people (definitely trying to connect with me after i recently came out as ace. much appreciated, very sweet)

complained if people punched scar off during tgttos

asked if scar would be interested in coming to our family server to build

desperately wants minecraft slushies. i wouldn't be surprised if i joined the family server tomorrow to find he'd added a texture pack for them

i think his favorite game was meltdown, he got very excited about scar's killer aim

he says that most of the streamers he watches are british and hearing american accents on twitch was weird. ok

got happy every time scar wasn't last in team rankings for a game

guys he got so into dodgebolt. he was jumping up with every hit. he was very disappointed when i accidentally changed the channel during the second round and wouldn't let me touch the remote again. he actually cheered at the final shot

he didn't know anyone playing but he still really enjoyed it. he wants to watch again next time :)

3,197 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

new copypasta dropped and this is my favorite one

6,304 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know what makes me the most angry about the hbo max ordeal?

Librarians saw this coming years ago and tried to prevent it. Corporations refused to work with them, afraid of the loss in profits there might be.

27,396 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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