#this is tugs oc Virtue

[superarti]

Some out of context doodles feat. Johnathan Blue (aka my human au!Bluenose his nickname is Bluenose).

[thehaw-k]

The Cat & The Mouse: Prolouge

Benedict Bridgerton x OC reader

summary: Josette Barham was raised by Lady Danbury from the age of 5, now at the large (and late) age of 19, Josette is set to debut.

a/n: this is low key like a prologue, juicy stuff happens next chapter I promise :) I’m aging Simon down tremendously, present day is set during season 2 where Josette is 19 and Simon is 3 years older so he is 22. I know that would technically be like Colin’s age, but we’re just going to ignore it bc idgaf. also so sorry if my regency language isn’t good, i tried lmao.

warnings: orphan lol

face claim: Jackie Wyers (with red hair specifically, during her Bridgerton & Titanic tutorials) ⬇️

14 years ago: age 5

“Auntie Danbury, when will mama and father be here?” You ask tugging on the poor woman’s dress.

“Patience, my dear child, is a virtue.” She says swatting your hand away, “Go run along and continue playing with Simon, I will have your maid fetch you when they arrive.”

Hugging the woman you’ve always known as your aunt, you run back into the garden and find the boy you’ve always considered your sibling, despite not being related in any capacity.

“Excuse me, Lady Danbury” Kent, one of her closest staff says interrupting her watchful eye on the children. “I’m afraid I have bad news regarding Mister and Lady Barham’s carriage.”

Taking a second to process what he said she looks him in the eyes.

“Go on and say it then,”

“I think it best if we step indoors for this conversation.”

Sighing at the anxiety now resting in her belly, Lady Danbury takes a final look at the children in the garden then back to Kent. Nodding, she follows the man inside.

“Give me my flower back! Simon!” You say chasing him throughout seemingly endless rows of flowers.

Finally catching him, you take the flower back and you both begin laughing. Now looking for Lady Danbury’s recognition, you’re both shocked to see her absence.

“Where’d she go?” You ask Simon to which he shrugs.

Your relationship with Simon is simple, you talk, he listens. The three year age difference doesn’t allow you to completely understand the fact that he doesn’t talk due to being embarrassed of his stutter, but you don’t mind. Mainly because when Simon is with you, he rarely ever stutters, and if he does it’s not nearly as bad as if he were to talk to his father.

“Should we go find her?” You ask to which he takes a second to think.

Nodding in response, you begin to run off with his approval, but he quickly catches you again.

“Follow after me,” He says quietly to which you both walk carefully to the house.

Sneaking in through the back door, you continue following the boy to the main room.

“What are you saying!?” You hear Lady Danbury lash out towards Kent.

Quickly hiding behind a side table, the two of you continue eavesdropping.

“What I’m saying Lady Danbury, is that the Barhams have been in a fatal carriage crash, they both died upon impact…I am so sorry for your loss.” Kent says pausing before walking away from the woman.

Looking at Simon, the two of you silently agree to sneak away. This is information you weren’t supposed to hear, or at least not yet.

“Simon and Josette, what will I do with the two of you?” Lady Danbury chuckles through the obvious tears pooling in her eyes.

You and Simon freeze in your places. Locking eyes with each other, you both bow your heads in defeat.

“Lady Danbury, you c-caught us…” Simon finally says turning around and walking back towards her with you quickly in pursuit.

“The two of you are not as sneaky as you may believe, I always know.” She says teasingly as she picks you up into her arms.

Looking at Simon who is now below you as you rest your small head on Lady Danbury’s shoulder, her voice quickly catches your attention again.

“Shall we have the help prepare us ice cream for this evening?” She asks causing you to spark up.

“B-but, wouldn’t that ruin our dinner?” Simon asks to which she chuckles.

“Always looking to do the right thing, hm Simon? What if I were to tell you, we could have ice cream, for dinner?”

Looking at Simon, the both of you quickly nod your heads. Chuckling as she leads you to the dining table, your mind can’t help but wander back to what you just heard. Shoving the thought aside, you know Lady Danbury would soon explain everything.

10 years ago: age 9

“Lady Danbury, why does no one want me?” You ask looking at her through the vanity mirror as she brushes your hair.

“Whatever could you mean Miss Josette?”

“I over hear you, when you talk to your advisors…my mother had no other family, and my father’s one and only sister does not wish to take me in. Which is why I’ve been staying with you, but you do not wish to keep me. No one wants me.” Tears now prickling your eyes, Lady Danbury stands you up and looks you in the eyes face to face.

“Josette Barham, do you know why you are not included in those conversations?” She asks, to which you shake your head no.

“Because, those are adult conversations. Now, are you an adult?” She asks again, to which you shake your head no again.

“No you are not. But I will explain, Miss Josette. I am not your true aunt. I was given that title, because your mother and I were the best of friends. She loved me so much, that she felt as if I were a sister to her… now before you were born, a plan was made.”

“A plan?”

“A plan, a plan of what to do incase absolutely anything happened to your father, Marquess Flinn Barham, and your mother, Marchoiness Genevieve Barham. That plan was turned into a contract and that contract said, If anything were to happen to Miss Josette Barham’s parents, that she would be put under the guardianship of Sarah Barham, and if that were not to happen, then you would be put under the guardianship of me, Lady Danbury. Are you following?”

“Yes…so my real aunt Sarah, did not want me?”

“No, your aunt Sarah very much wanted you. But Sarah was unable to provide you with the life your parents wanted you to have. Sarah chose to put you before herself and have you continue to stay with me. She loves you very much, but she is unfit to raise a blooming child, do you understand?”

“Yes. But you do not want me either…I hear you talking to them, you say that I am rabid and that I never listen. But I try! I’ve been trying to do better, but you still tell them I am not good enough…why am I not good enough?” Tears now streaming down your face, Lady Danbury looks at you with a very confused expression. That is until she now understands what you are saying.

“Josette Barham, this is why those are adult conversations. I was not speaking about you, I was telling the servants about the new dog we picked out, do you remember?” She says chuckling at how one simple miscommunication caused you to feel such large feelings.

“Oh…Are you talking about Hairy?” You ask more chipper now.

“Yes, that horrendously trimmed dog, she does not listen!” Lady Danbury says pulling you into her embrace.

Laughing loudly at her exclamation, you lean into her arms.

“Josette, I hope you know, that I would never speak of you that way, do you understand?” She says now pulling you away to look at your face.

“Are you being truthful?” You ask reluctantly.

“When have I lied?” She asks narrowing her eyes.

“Never.”

2 years ago: age 17

“Hello Kent,” You say greeting your favorite servant as you step out of the carriage.

“Miss Barham, lovely to see you again. Lady Danbury is waiting for you in the dining room. We shall bring your belongings up shortly.”

“Thank you,” You say walking past him and into your childhood home.

“Ah, there you are! How have you been?” Lady Danbury greets as she was walking into the dining room.

“I’ve been well, thank you for asking. I absolutely adore France.”

“I knew you would, now come sit we’re about to start dinner.” She says walking away.

Admiring the art on the walls and the nostalgic decorations, you contentfuly sigh. Not having been in your childhood home in 2 years, you happily make your way to the dining room.

“Simon!?” You all but screech as you lay your eyes at the table in front of you.

“Josie! You’re here?” He says getting up and greeting you.

“No, I’m in your imagination.” You respond playfully as you embrace your brother.

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says letting you go.

“Okay, okay, enough greetings, come sit I have not seen either of you in months and I miss my children.” Lady Danbury says.

You and Simon sit across from each other at the end of the table where Lady Danbury sits at the head.

“So, It is your holiday breaks and they’ve finally lined up to meet at the same time. Usually I’m the one having to visit the both of you, so please tell me everything.” The three of you grin at each other before Simon decides to go first.

“…Anyways, I do not wish to sit here and talk your heads off, Josie what have you been up too?” Simon asks as he takes another bite of his food.

“Well, touring Europe these last 2 years has been absolutely splendid. While I am sad that I am not able to visit home as much as I would have liked, I am extremely thankful for the opportunity to learn. Just 3 weeks ago we arrived in France where I am completely and utterly mesmerized at all times. It is beautiful there. I have also been working on my writing! …I just wish that instead of returning home…for what should be my debut season in two months, that I had more time to continue learning…” You try to say subtly but when you look to meet Lady Danbury’s eyes, she looks very unimpressed.

“Josie, what are you trying to say?” She says seeing completely through the ruse you’re trying to plant.

Looking over to Simon who is simply eating his food, not trying to get in the middle of whatever this has turned into, you sigh.

“I simply wish that, I would possibly be able to continue my education for another year before I debut…” You sheepishly say looking at your food.

“Josie, If I grant you this one year to continue your education, do you swear that at this time next year, you will be home telling me how overjoyed you are to make your debut in two months?” Lady Danbury says causing sparks to fly in your belly.

“Yes! Yes, of course! Without a doubt, no fuss in sight!” You exclaim looking at Simon who is in shock that you were able to get out of your debut.

Present Day: age 19

“Do you know when Josette is estimated to be home?” Violet Bridgerton asks Lady Danbury.

“She is supposed to arrive any second now.” She says taking a long sip of her unsweetened tea.

Sighing contently, Violet takes the cue to just sip her tea also until she was interrupted by the rant she knew was bound to happen.

“Can you believe how two years ago that girl asked me to delay her debut by one year to continue her education, and then she does the same exact thing one year later after she swore she would not? If she tries to come in here and delay it once more I swear to you Violet Bridgerton I will-”

“Lady Danbury, Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton, Miss Josette Barham has arrived.” Kent says interrupting Lady Danbury.

“Lady Danbury,” You say as you curtesy in her presence.

“Child, if you have a question ask it.” Lady Danbury says impatiently.

Shocked at how open she’s trying to pretend to be, you can sniff the trap she’s set a mile away.

“Do you know when we would be able to go to the modiste to find my debut dress?” You ask to which both Lady Danbury and Bridgerton drop their jaws in shock.

“I- well,” Violet begins almost speechless as she’s used to Eloise’s distaste for such festivities.

“I do not wish to ask to continue my education when I feel I have learned an adequate amount, I am ready to debut.” You say with a slight smile earning a large embrace from Lady Danbury and cheers from Lady Bridgerton.

[hoodedchishiya]

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Okay, so you nasties have been requesting a short starter that could lead up to NSFW, and so of course, I’ll have to provide ✨ would love for this to turn into a plot, whether it be friends with benefits, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, etc.

Both canon characters and OCs are welcome. Reblog to reply or DM me in private 😏

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The sickening smell of blood filled his nostrils. Blood curdling screams coming from his left and right and then.. bang.

A loud crash of thunder tore through Chishiya’s room, followed by lightening illuminating every dark crevice. If that wasn’t enough to jolt him awake from his nightmare, then what would? Sitting upright in his bed, wary eyes darting around the room, a quiet breath of relief escaped him. It was just a nightmare.

Another restless night of tossing and turning in his bed. Why didn’t that surprise him? Ever since entering Borderland, sleep had been a virtue he’d been desperately deprived of. The dark bags under his eyes were a telltale sign of that. Fuck. This was pointless. The air in his room was too humid. Chishiya needed fresh air. So after kicking away the sheets and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, the blonde began to make his way over to the balcony despite the heavy downpour outside.

However, just as his hands made a grab for the door leading out to the balcony, Chishiya was halted in his tracks by the sound of a knock coming from his front door. Huh? A visitor at this time of night?

Chishiya’s lips thinned into a straight line. Probably another Beach resident who couldn’t sleep because of the storm. Maybe if he ignored them long enough, they’d take the hint and go away. Wrong. Another loud knock sounded, this one seemingly more agitated than the last.

So much for a peaceful night.

Rolling his eyes with an irritated scoff, Chishiya made his way over to the door to tug it open in annoyance.. only to be met with a familiar face which made his heart skip a beat. Right. He should have expected to see the sight in front of him. After all, they had been on and off fucking for the past couple of weeks.

Looking the person in front to him up and down as if to judge them with that conniving smirk of his, Chishiya tilted his head to the side to feign innocence.

“What are you doing here, hm?” He hummed teasingly, his body lazily leaning against the doorframe and his hand threatening to close the door in their face at any second. “I don’t remember inviting you here tonight. You’re so desperate for m—“ Much to Chishiya’s dismay, a pair of lips had locked with his own, cutting off any malicious taunt that had been on the tip of his tongue, threatening its way into existence and causing the blonde to gasp out in surprise instead.

Well that was one way to shut him up.

[theelin-sea]

Escaping the Purge

A companion piece I wrote to accompany a my best friend wrote of the purge from the perspective of their two OC's Kho and Aya. Kho and Aya belong to Bee, and Cimmeth, Bell and Myel belong to some of our mutual friends.

I wrote solely from Odala's perspective since her and Emera stick together <3

Odala knew that the temple guard accompanying Ihaz and the other initiates of the Lorikeet clan was Novro Zoira. 

They weren’t supposed to know, but Koma was scared of the masks the guards wore so Guard Zoria would let her hair poke out of her hood a little, or when they were just in the creche or the garden she would push her mask up to show her face. 

Ihaz would always scold her and remind her she could get in trouble, but Zoria always laughed and let the children see her stick her tongue out at them. 

So when Emera tugs on Ihaz’s robe and says that Odala doesn’t feel well, Zoria is there in an instant offering to take her to see a healer. Emera insists on coming too, worried for her friend, and Myel comes along by virtue of being strapped to Zoria’s chest in a sling. 

Odala is quiet, trying to be brave as he clings to Zoria and Emera’s hands. His seizures had been further and further apart, the healers even said he might have grown out of them, but as his head pounds with dizziness enough to make him stumble into Zoria’s side as the group made their way down the temple halls he thinks they must be wrong. 

His vision keeps trying to trick him, telling him there is blood on the floor and scorch marks. It’s not something that has happened to him before but the healers said sometimes people had new symptoms. It had to be a seizure building. 

Zoria’s hand tightens around his as she suddenly steers Odala and Emera toward the creche. The sudden change in direction almost sends him sprawling but Emera and Zoria steady him. She’s herding them into an empty nursery, pressing them to hide against a back wall as she gently hands them Myel. 

“Somethings wrong, I need to go help. Keep Myel and each other safe.” Zoria slides her mask up, offering the trio a reassuring smile. “Stay here until someone comes to get you, okay?” 

Odala keeps one arm supporting Myel as his other hand moves to find Emera’s hand and in turn she wraps her other arm around the baby as well. Emera nods and Odala follows. They could be brave. 

With one last reassuring smile Zoria is off, mask properly secured and saber in hand. 

Odala’s headache suddenly vanishes though it threatens to return with the new noise echoing through the temple. There is the sound of saber and blasters. Cries both grown up and childish. Something is wrong in the temple, and when Odala tries to focus on the force it hurts. 

For the first time since coming to the temple, Odala is terrified.

It feels like hours of hearing boots pass the nursery door and waiting for Zoria or Ihaz or anyone familiar to come get them and say that everything is okay. The Pantorian and Devaronian that burst into the room and crawl toward them, draw by Myels fussing, are not familiar. They look not much older than Odala or Emera. 

When they start reaching to take Myel, Odala almost wants to shake his head and tighten his hold. But Zoria said to keep Myel safe, and that she would send someone to get them. These were Jedi, and they were older, so they would know how to keep Myel safe better. 

The group huddles, the baby quiets in the Pantorians arms and Odala and Emera keep as quiet as they can while the boots pass, instinctually clinging to the robes of the older Jedi. Odala had heard lots of boots pass but somehow these were louder than any of the others. 

When the boots have long passed, the Devaronian offers her hands out to Odala and Emera, an offer that they eagerly take. Ihaz had reassured their initiates that it was okay to hold each other's hands to feel brave. They were still just children, so sometimes they wouldn’t be able to feel brave all on their own. 

Holding Emera’s hand had made Odala feel brave, but holding a bigger Jedi’s hand made him feel braver. 

The bigger jedi whispers a plan to them, her and her friend were old enough for initiate lessons and Master Yoda had told them that the archives were very important and kept very safe. They would try to hide there. 

Odala isn’t able to focus much on anything other than clinging to the hand of the older jedi like a lifeline. The blood and scorch marks from his headache are on the floor. It makes him dizzy all over again and he has to be yanked back to avoid slamming into some clone troopers. 

The older jedi decide they should crawl through the vents to be safer, Odala only manages to nod because Emera is there, holding his hand as the older jedi remove the vent. He doesn’t like how close the walls of the vent are, but he crawls behind the older jedi. 

When they pause Emera squeezes into the space beside him, watching the older jedi tense. Something smelled faintly of smoke. All Odala could do was lean to press into Emera for a moment before the older jedi were moving once more. 

When they leave the vents the older jedi holding Myel urges Odala to climb on their back while Emera climbs onto the other ones back. The older jedi are running, and when the group rounds a corner and crashes into a group of troopers Odala finds himself sprawled on the floor, recovering just in time to see a blaster pointed at him. 

The blaster is gone almost the second after its noticed and the sound of a familiar voice echos down the hall, accompanied by the sound of a saber. “Get against the wall and close your eyes!”

Odala doesn’t fully listen, not closing his eyes tight even as Kho cuts one of the troopers down. Kho is there, familiar and protecting them. Odala wants to ask if Zoria sent them, and where Ihaz is, and where Kho’s master was, and what was happening. He manages none of these questions as Kho turns to the group.

“You’re afraid,” Kho’s tone is soft as her tendrils settle from their previous whirlwind of movement. “It’s okay. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Kho!” Emera’s exclamation draws Odala to echo it as he tries to stand, not managing it the first try.

“Odala, Emera, are you alright?” Kho is there, right in front of them, fussing over them before moving to check on the older jedi. “Who’s with you?”

“I’m Cimmeth Neddec,” The Davorian answers for the pair, “That’s Aya Chivana. We don’t know the baby’s name…?”

“Myel.” Odala had been excited to introduce Kho to the baby zabrak ever since Ihaz had announced that their clan would be helping the nursery with Myel for a while. The moment feels nothing like it should.

“I’ve heard the name. Rhy’s last update gave us the list of the Jedi foundlings.” Kho looks sad and Odala wishes there was a grown up around to tell the group what to do. 

“Is Master Rhy okay?” Emera seems to have the same thought as Odala, watching as Kho starts to answer before a clone comes running up behind her. Odala’s scream echoes Emeras as one of the older jedi, Aya presses into the wall beside them. 

Kho turns to the clone, unafraid as she turns back to them. “It’s okay. That’s just Del. He didn’t turn bad, okay? Whatever happened to the other clones didn’t happen to him.”

“Commander, we have to go,” Del urges. Odala finds Emera’s hand, trying to be brave. Kho wouldn’t lie to them, if she said he was safe then they would all just have to be brave. 

“Okay, let’s go. Odala, Emera, grab on to me, and I’ll carry you. Cimmeth, Aya, will you be able to keep going on your own?” Kho lets Emera climb onto her back as Odala clings to her front. The pair hold onto each others arms over her shoulders as Aya lets Cimmeth take Myel.

“There’s a ship depot just outside the western entrance,” Del reports, his focus is solely on Kho but it almost makes Odala shrink. “If we can get there, we can hail a ship to take us off-planet. I don’t think they’ve imposed restrictions yet.”

“Okay,” Kho’s confidence soothes both of the younglings clinging to her. “We’ll go that way. I’ll take point.”

“Sorry, commander, but no.” Del steps around Kho. “I’m going to get you all out of here. I’m taking point.”

The group doesn’t move too fast, they’ve been running a lot that day. When they approach a turn a squad of clones round the corner and take aim. Kho uses the force to shove them back, always keeping the group safe. She shouts as she herds the group the opposite way. “They’ve found us!” 

“Commander, the door’s just around the next corner! You need to take the younglings and go!”

Del has stopped, drawing his own gun. Kho stops too. Odala can feel her tremble ever so slightly. “Del, I’m not leaving you!”

“Kho, you have to!” He yells after her. “Take the younglings and leave. I’ll see if I can talk them down.” Odala can’t properly follow Khos gaze to see Del’s expression, but Kho does not seem comforted by it. “They’re still my brothers. I have to try.”

Kho is frozen, staring at something Emera can see but Odala cannot as the former digs her fingers into his arms. Afraid of something he cannot see as Del shouts. “Go!”

Kho comes unstuck, hefting Odala in her arms, checking on Emera too as the children maintain their tight grips on each other. Kho leads the group, relentless even as voices echo down the hall, followed by the sound of blasters and armor hitting the ground.

Kho trembles but Odala doesn’t see or feel any tears. Odala watches as Aya and Cimmeth with Myel are ushered in front of Kho, feeling a sense of relief at the thought that Myel is safe even as a blaster shot burns past Kho’s head. 

Odala closes his eyes at the light of the city, flinching at the heat of another blaster bolt flying past Kho’s head. He can’t help but start to cry, hearing Emera’s sniffling as well. It spurs the group into motion once more, Aya and Cimmeth pressing against the wall. Odala looks up at Kho, waiting for a plan. 

Kho’s eyes open, and Odala knows that she is using the force. Odala doesn’t feel brave enough to reach out into the force again yet. It had been so loud and full of pain. 

There is a rumbling and a ship stopped before them. The door opens and a man peers out at the group, expression kind. “You kids need some help?”

There are footsteps, louder and louder and Odala looks over Khos shoulder to see guns trained on the group once more. He’s set down, though Emera finds his hand as soon as she joins him. Kho is yelling to the stranger. “Take them! Please, take them and get out of here!”

“Kho!” Odala can only cry. Kho isn’t following behind. He couldn’t leave Kho behind. Kho doesn’t move to join the group, only wiping her own tears away.

“Go with Cimmeth and Aya, Odala. This man is…a good man. He’s a good man, and he’ll keep you safe. I’ll give you time to get away. Go!”Odala wants to dig her heels in and cry, but Emera tugs his hand and Odala can’t let go of her either. His eyes don’t leave Kho even as he stumbles over the gap to board the ship.

The clones are shooting at Kho but she has her lightsaber and begins deflecting them away. Emera tugs Odala back from where the door will close. All he can do is watch as Kho turns look back at them. The door closes and all Odala can do is continue to cry as he stares. 

Odala has been on a ship before. He still lets Emera tug him to huddle with the other jedi. He can’t stop crying. He wants to yell that they have to go back for Kho. He wants Ihaz or Zoria or even Creche Master Orozz who made him brush his hair every morning. He wants someone he knows to tell him that everyone is going to be okay. 

The stranger returns. He tries to look comforting but Odala only wants to yell at him for leaving Kho behind. He doesn’t hear what the man is saying. Odala can only focus on Emera’s hand or he thinks he might sit down to cry and yell and never be able to get up again.

A little girl comes out, huddling near the man. She smiles at the group but Odala still can’t hear anything other than her own breathing until Emera answers a question.

“Kho,” Her voice is soft and her hand squeezes Odalas. “Kho Star-roo.”

“Well, then thank the Force for Kho Starru,”

Emera tugs Odala to sit down and eat when the stranger brings the group some food. Odala presses into a corner, managing to eat a little before reaching toward Myel in Cimmeths arms. Cimmeth smiles softly, setting the baby in his lap. Emera and Cimmeth had been talking, but Odala didn’t think he could do anything other than cry.

Cimmeth leaves Emera and Odala to check on Aya, and he surprises himself by managing to speak. “It’s just us now.”

Emera presses into his side, looking down at Myel. “We kept Myel safe. Maybe Ihaz and the others are just hiding still…”

“I don’t think they are.” Odala doesn’t think the force could’ve hurt so bad at the temple if their group hadn’t been all that was left. 

Cimmeth returns, and then a little later the girl that had smiled at them comes over to coo at Myel. Odala lets Emera answer Cimmeth and the girls' questions about Myel. 

Odala doesn’t let anyone take the baby. He tries to think of all the ways Ihaz and the other masters at the temple taught him to calm down when he was upset. Thinking about them only made him more upset. So he focuses on Myel. 

When the ship lands, the girl, Bell, tells Odala that he needs to let someone carry Myel. Odala hesitates, but Bell hadn’t been running around like the others had. She wouldn’t be tired. It would be safest for her to carry the baby. 

Odala clings to Emera as they enter the house. He doesn’t take much of it in. He trusts Cimmeth, who has taken to hovering over the younger three of the group to guide him to a safe place to rest. When he finally does lay down, he presses his back against Emeras as he closes his eyes. If he tries hard enough he can almost imagine he is back in the creche. He curls up tightly and tries his best.

[turbo-virgins]

WIP Saturday...? Yes. Yes it is!

Thanks so much to @chyrstis for tagging me! I really appreciate it :D

Tagging: @josephslittledeputy @snake-in-the-garden @hoesephseed @yeetslovescheese and anybody else who has a WIP they’d like to share. Feel free to tag me in your posts, I’d love to see what you’re working on!! 🥰

Below is a snippet of my Deputy (OC) / Joseph fic - the current working title for it is Holy Roller. This is from the rough draft of the first chapter. Once I get a decent backlog of chapters written for this fic, I’ll be posting it regularly on ao3!

For additional context, this is the Deputy’s first chance encounter with Joseph at a local bar.

She debated dumping her beer in the parking lot and heading back to her apartment. When she took a step toward the door, the sea of the crowd parted and on the other side she caught a glimpse of a booth across the room. It was tucked back in the corner, isolated and out of the way. The red glow of an emergency exit sign illuminated the seat against the wall. And it was empty.

Her feet changed direction mid-stride. A few people shot her nasty looks as she bumped against their tables or the backs of their chairs. Delilah didn’t care. She reached the empty booth and slid into her seat, her jeans creaking against the stiff red leather. Now this was what she had been waiting for-

“Hello,” a man’s voice said.

Delilah whipped around and found - much to her chagrin - the booth was not empty after all.

Across the table, leaning against the wall sat a man in a pristine white collared shirt and black vest. He had a neatly trimmed beard and long brown hair that was pulled up into a bun. He watched her expectantly through a pair of yellow tinted aviators, eyes bright and curious. She took in his appearance for a few seconds more before concluding that she found him attractive.

“Uh,” Delilah said stupidly, her buzzed brain frozen halfway between apologizing and flirting. Her train of thought was derailed when she noticed the white leather book in his hands. A black cross was etched into its cover. “Is that a bible?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It seemed he was pleased with her question. “Yes it is.”

“What, are you a preacher or something?”

“Yes I am.”

She huffed a laugh.

“Is something wrong with that?”

“You do know this is a bar right? Not a church?” She leaned on her elbow and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Not really a good place for a holy man to hang out.”

His eyes followed the motion of her hand. “Actually it’s the perfect place.”

Delilah raised an eyebrow.

“The sinners are all here, not in churches. I’ve come to reach them.”

“You’re gonna reach them by hiding out in a corner?”

The man leaned back and steepled his fingers atop his bible. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. His thin muscular arms were littered with an array of tattoos and… were those scars? Delilah swallowed thickly. What was it with men and their sleeves rolled up that was so hot anyway? And the tattoos? Double hot.

After a moment of deliberation, he spoke. “I obey by being in the right place at the right time. God does the rest.”

“So God told you to hide in the corner,” she deadpanned. She snorted and took a gulp of her beer.

He nodded. “More or less. And now I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

Delilah narrowed her eyes, sizing up his intent. Her suspicion told her this little game wasn’t going the way she’d like. She pursed her lips. “You gonna give me a sermon on the virtues of sobriety?”

“That depends. Are you willing to listen?”

Ah. There it was. Delilah smiled ruefully. It was a shame their banter had to end so soon. The booth creaked as she slid to the edge of the cushion and rose from her seat. “Sorry, preacher man. Not today.”

His hand snaked across the table and wrapped over her hand on the bottle. She stiffened, alarm bells echoing in her head. His grip was light; her focus honed in on the cool touch of his hand, his soft skin brushing her knuckles.

“I understand,” he said, “I used to be a lot like you.” He angled his head, eyes boring into her through yellow lenses.

“Yeah?” Her smile faltered.

“Before you go I just want you to know God has a plan for you.” There was something in the look he gave her, a glimmer in his eye that was so open and earnest. For a moment Delilah wished she could believe him.

She pulled her hand out of his grip. And he let her.

Delilah’s lips parted while she searched for the right thing to say, but she couldn’t find it. Instead she turned away and melded back into the crowd around the bar. The preacher didn’t follow.

[shesawriter39049]

|UNWRAP ME|M|

CHEEKY SNEAK PEEK #2

Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)

“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”

About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!

Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....

WC: Sneak peek (1k)

WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking

FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?

*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!

*I’m a perfectionist and re-worked the entire smut scene which is why the post is late, I felt bad and decided to drop this cheeky little sneak peek!

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“You can do this shit in your sleep, this was just a curveball you weren’t expecting so it knocked you off your square a little. There’s nothing wrong with that, it doesn’t make you any less capable of doing your job!” The words hushed off your lips as you started to leave little butterfly kisses up the side of his neck. Lacing your lips and teeth around the lobe just enough to tease. A sharp breath catches in his chest, as he reclines his neck to give you more room to work while his palm flexed against your ass. Welcoming the much needed distraction “We got this, you just need to step back, breathe...regroup and refocus.”

You watch his mouth open in protest and now it’s your turn to shut him up “So, we’re down two models shit sucks, but dwelling on it won’t suddenly make their test results change! So now what’s our next move? Business strategy 101 baby let’s go!“ There’s a blatant challenge within your delivery!

“But I -“

“Jimin. Park!” The grip you hold on the hair at the nape of his neck tightens until you hear him hiss! Eyes fighting to stay open, mouth parting reflectivity. ”Breath, regroup...and refocus...”

He sighs around a moan, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s annoyed. Realizing it’s a lost cause because he knows damn well this isn’t a game he can win. “Yes, ma’am” There’s a whole lotta crass  laced within that but you’ll take it I guess!

“Thank you!” Responding with the same bitchy little attitude you received! It is the time of year for giving after all! Batting your lashes up in his direction, far too innocent for your attitude! Pressing a couple quick but firm kiss to those pouty lips of his!

“Right, well, in the office, we get various incentives as motivation right? Whether that be gift cards, free dinners, bonuses..” Jimin murmurs right into your mouth, though the topic seems casual his voice is lower, taunting and huskier than usual. “So what’s mine tonight Mrs. Kim Hmm? Breath fanning against your lips, almost able to taste the remnants of liquor and cinnamon on your tongue. “What do I get as an incentive to regroup and refocus?”

Ohhh so now he’s the one challenging you...and your always down to play ....

Reaching over to take a languid sip of your cocktail, finger's trickling down his thighs as you appraise him from over the brim of your glass.

“Well Mr. Park, I'm sure you're very much aware just by looking around the room that one of my main love languages is gifts! Whether that be giving or receiving…..’ Voice dropping down to a purr, and there’s a little smirk playing on your lips that’s speaking volumes, as you shift off his lap....standing between his thighs, placing your drink aside.

“Not to mention it is that time of year after all is it not?” Slowly, tugging the shirt over your head, spine sitting in an exaggerated arch as you do so! Showcasing a matching red bra that’s completely mesh! The faint shadows from your nipples poking through the fabric and Jimin’s breath hitches within his throat! “Time for giving, putting others first, being selfless...the full nine…”

“Yeah” He’s winded already....Tongue darting out to wet his lips, though his throats suddenly what’s feeling painfully dry!

Delicately roaming your hands up your frame. Starting at your waist, slowly venturing up to caress the swell of your breast, dipping over your shoulders. Trickling up the side of your neck, and ending with your fingers tangled within your hair.

“Fucking hell….baby…” He whispers low and thick, almost as if he really wasn’t speaking for you to hear, as if he was just simply enamored!

You hum approvingly, lips curling into a smirk, teasingly trickling your hands down your sides before turning around whipping your hair over your shoulder in the process, swaying towards the obnoxious 10ft tall Christmas tree placed right in front of your wall of windows and Jimin’s mouth runs dry!

“I don’t know if you’ve even noticed all the presents Santa's already left for us this year….I guess we must’ve been exceptionally nice or something!”Pointing to the various wrapped boxes cascaded along the ground and your delivery is far too innocent for the pure chaos your erupting within this room right now!

Jimin’s gaze instantly darkens and it’s straight primal, he wants to unravel you in every sense of the word! Shamelessly he allows himself continue drinking you in from head to toe and god fucking dammit Y/n! Your ass literally looks like it belongs under the tree, the way the lace and ruffles frame the swell of your cheeks, the cute little rhinestone sitting between the exaggerated bow resting right in the center! Let's also not forget the main selling factor again...there crochless..which also means assless.. So in conclusion there's all of like 3 tiny pieces of fabric covering or I guess I should say not covering your ass and It’s just….

Inhaling sharply, biting down on the swell of his lip, soothing a palm up his length which is already straight throbbing beneath his fingers! Idly stroking himself in an attempt to relieve a little tension, which is duly noted because you're already over here doing the most!

Not missing the way you wiggle your ass a little whilst while apparently finding the need to adjust a couple of ornaments. Because of course, that was necessary... “Did your parents ever let you open a gift of two early Jimin?” Peering over your shoulder in feigned curiosity, brow titled in his direction.

“No, which fuckin sucked because I’m really impatient” Jimin already sounds breathless and throaty with pure need, you keep fucking around and he’s going to tackle your ass.

Literally.

A low hum flutters through your chest as you gracefully slide to the floor, right next to said obnoxious tree. Landing on your knees, feet tucked beneath your ass which again looks like a whole ass present at the moment.

Bow and all you're literally sitting right where you belong!

“Come here…” Head lolling to the side, signaling him closer with the flick of a finger “Since you had such a shitty day I’ll let you pick one gift to open early, if I were you’d I’d pick that pick box to the left...I think that’s from yoon.”

Patience is a virtue...one that Jimin does not have.....

[akaashiclub]

girls chase boys ☇ t.k.

☇ pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

☇ genre: fluff, oc is an absolute babie who has no shame, tsukishima goes from ‘she’s annoying’ to ‘she’s aight’ to ‘i may be lowkey in love w her it’s nbd tho’, oc will literally not give up, tsukishima is still a first year (word count: 4.1k)

☇ synopsis: usually when experiencing such a soul-crushing rejection, one would give up on their feelings, right? right?

☇ a/n: i binge-read some haikyuu fanmanga and i was ~inspired~ plus like... this trope?? persistant bubbly x uninterested cold is?? literally everything?? (playlist link: here)

“i like you!!!”

you kind of felt like the main character of a shoujo, with the wind making your hair dance in the air

standing face to face with your longtime crush

(and by longtime, you mean about two months)

that’s when it all started

no— it was earlier

the orientation ceremony

all the first years standing in neat, organized rows, listening to the principal give a welcoming speech

at least, that’s what you were supposed to be doing

in reality, your eyes were trained on the 188cm tall blonde in the row in front of you

you couldn’t see the stage— also, you didn’t care

bc ~he~ was in front of you

tsukishima kei

you learned his name later when you discovered you were in the same class

and he sat in the adjacent row, one seat forward

the absolutely perfect position to stare at his side profile the entire class

and that is exactly what you did for two months

that and gathering info on him

tsukishima kei, 188.3cm (now 190.1), born on september 27th, best friends with yamaguchi tadashi, #11 on the karasuno volleyball team

and then there you were, confessing your undying love to him

...or something like that

“no thanks. not interested.”

usually, that would soul-crushing enough to make them leave him alone

not you <3

the giggle that escapes your lips makes his eyebrow twitch on confusion for a second

“that’s okay~” you respond. 

(that’s okay ?)

(what the fuck kind of response is that being rejected ???)

(yours!!!!)

you’re exhaustingly persistent, as tsukishima comes to find out

or should i say—

“tsukki~!!” 

the hair on his neck rises when you flounce into homeroom with that sing-song tone

you plop down into the seat in front of him (key note: not yours) and rest your elbows on his desk with a little grin

“don’t call me that,” (he doesn’t look up from his book)

“what~! why not?”

“only my friends call me 'tsukki’”

you snort, scooting a little closer

“that’s mean. how many times have we walked home together, and we still aren’t friends?”

“you followed me home, i didn’t consent.”

“‘followed you’?” you pout. “we live on the same road, naturally we’d walk home together,”

he doesn’t respond, just flips to the next page in his book

“do you have volleyball club today~?”

ignored. 

lol

she stays strong!! she doesn’t give up in the face of adversity!!!

“you don’t have to answer, i already know you do.” you chirp. “it’s boring walking home without you... maybe i’ll come with you today~!”

it’s like talking to a wall

(a very cute, 190cm, blonde, glasses-wearing wall.)

(🥰)

instead of responding, he puts his headphones on and keeps reading 

a small exhale escapes your lips, and one of the girls in the next row over leans towards you

“y/n... i think it’s a lost cause...”

“he’ll come around eventually,” you shoot her a smile, and then turn back to tsukki

you lean forward, reaching towards his head and tugging the headphones down around his neck

and when he looks up (he does within an instant), you shoot him a sly smile

several students around you gasp

after all, who would dare bother tsukishima with his headphones on??? that’s some instant death shit

“move.”

“i like being this close to you though,” you tease

and he rolls his eyes, standing up and heading for the exit of the classroom

the shock in the classroom — that you’re still ALIVE — is clear

your friend from before gapes 

“y-y/n what are you playing at??”

“courtship,” you sigh dramatically, and hop to your feet to chase after the blonde monster

“tsukki~!! are you getting lunch?? wait for me~!!”

everyone on the first floor knows: it’s become the norm to see tsukishima, book in hand, headphones around neck, and followed by a chirpy pipsqueak 

even yamaguchi doesn’t stick as closely to him as ‘tsukishima’s lapdog’ (as you’ve started being called by the fellow first years) does

the nickname doesn’t really bother you

after all, it’s just a reminder of your determination and refusal to give up

which is a virtue, in your mind!!

some people feel bad for tsukishima, constantly being bothered by you for weeks on end

others admire your stubbornness

and one group of people you can always count on supporting you are the karasuno volleyball club <3

ever since you started showing up to their practices 

and all their practice matches and official games too

they all befriended you

but you grew tired of just sitting and watching tsukki on the sidelines, so you asked coach ukai if you could help out during practices!!!

there can’t rly be ... three managers... so you suggested retrieving balls or being tsukki’s personal assistant

he saw right through you <3 

but it’s ok bc he thought it would be entertaining and agreed

tsukki: angy

even when he’s annoyed he’s cute tho <33 and you make sure to tell him that <333

and so! you get tsukki’s water, towels, etc etc (ofc u help other ppl too when they need it but tht’s what the two managers r for... tsukki is ur #1)

the other players are like 0.0 she’s kinda scary... but cute at the same time doe... 

one day you’re in a particularly good mood (aka: a bad day for tsukki lol)

“tsukki~!”

“don’t call me that.”

“i want to tell you something,”

the whole gym is kinda just 👁️👄👁️ waiting to see what happens

“what? i need to change, hurry it up.”

ur inner monologue: kdNNN even when he’s mean he’s cute!!!!

but anyways:

“i like you,”

hinata, kageyama, tanaka, noya, literally everyone: 😳😨 mf what—

sugawara’s like “oh god he’s just reject her and crush her heart... right in front of EVERYONE—”

“not interested.” tsukki says, and his tone isn’t any less cold than usual

u kno that anime lightning effect when the character’s body is joLtED...

tht’s everyone else in the gym

tanaka and nishinoya are highkey ready to let you cry into their jerseys when—

you laugh

you right after being mercilessly rejected: 🥰

you can’t help it !!!!! it’s not discouraging you ok??? you alr knew what he’d say!!! but you had to tell him <3 can’t let him forget tht he’s the ✨love of your life✨

entire gym: s h o o k

“did she just  l a u g h??”

“is she okay?? no srsly”

“what... just happened”

tsukki walks off, water bottle in hand

you follow after him, bouncing on the soles of your feet 

“don’t forget your towel~! want me to wipe off your sweat~?”

“no thanks.”

cue fading banter between you two as he goes to change his clothes

he has to be like hOe GeT oUT for you to not go into the locker room lmfao damn... thirsty bitch... same tho

later tanaka and noya (feat. hinata who just wants to be included) jump tsukki

“shE LAUGHED WHEN U REJECTED HER??? IS SHE OK???”

“she confesses to me every week. she’ll do it again. it’s not that big of a deal.”

“not thAT BIG— can u imagine if kiyoko liked us that much.... ”

(cue tanaka sobbing)

tsukki was right tho

after the third time you randomly confessed to him in front of them they were just like

same shit different day, anyways rolling thunder

but they still highkey adopted you

so they go grr grr when tsukki rejects you all cold and shit

shockingly tho??? the more you confess the less it’s “not interested” and more just “*sigh*”

is this... PROGRESS???

but the zero braincell triad cornered him again in the locker room one day 

(it’s their trademark)

(nishinoya) “so why do you keep rejecting her??”

(hinata popping in) “yea she’s super dedicated and helpful!!!”

(tanaka lowkey shuddering) “she’d probably let herself get hit in the face w a volleyball if u asked”

(and tanaka would be: correct)

(but anyway)

“she was annoying,”

“she... ‘was’ annoying???”

“... she IS annoying”

“tsukki... do you possibly like her??? but you’ve gotten so used to rejecting her that it’s automatic now??”

tsukki’s like V.V

“you’re reading too much into it,”

sage!nishinoya is about to probe deeper but at that moment you pop your head around the corner of the locker room and shout

“tSUKKI~!!!”

and they all scatter to hide themselves while shrieking

except tsukki, who is already clothed and gives zero fucks lmao

but anyways!!! a couple weeks pass and takeda got y’all set up with a practice match !!

with who?? nekoma!!!

hinata is like 🤩🤩 kENMA!!

only players and members of the club are supposed to go rly....

but you’re like “??? i’m tsukki’s personal assistant are you trying to take away my rights??? i’ll sue you” and coach ukai gives in sdjfkf

“tsukki can i sit with you~?”

yamaguchi about to sit there: 👁️👄👁️ bruh

tsukki doesn’t say yes but he also doesn’t say no :D

 “what’re you reading?”

“english book,”

you’re like: wait— mf hold up... did he actually just answer ??

tsukki simp mode: ACTIVATED

“can i see??”

“you’re failing english, you won’t be able to read it.”

“ouch,” you pout, but there’s a small smile on your lips. “but how’d you know i was failing english?”

he doesn’t respond

“i guess it is unfair that i know everything about you and you don’t know anything about me...” you sigh

“you don’t know everything about me,” he retorts, still not looking up from his book

hehe~ gotcha

“oh? test me,” you grin, scooting closer to him

“don’t wanna.”

“you’re just scared i do know everything,” you say smugly, trying to bait him

“bet you don’t know everything about me!!!” hinata pops up from the seat in front of you

“you’re right, i don’t,” 

(he pouts and disappears again)

“tsukki~” you whine. “tsukkiiiii~ i’m bored.”

“so?”

“can i wear your headphones?”

“no thanks. i don’t wanna get headlice.”

you scowl. “mean,”

you bite your cheek, staring a hole in the side of his head but he doesn’t even blink

if tsukki could major in ignoring you people, he’d have straight A’s

fortunately, you have ways to counter this

“kei~~” you whisper a little too close to his ear, and he jolts up

you try not to let the amusement show on your face, but you can’t help it

glaring at you, he pulls his headphones off his head and puts them on yours

“now be quiet,”

“mm~” you chuckle

a couple hours later, you pull into the parking lot of nekoma

the friend groups pair off, and kuroo makes a beeline for tsukki, only to catch sight of you

“hey four-eyes— who’s this?”

tsukki glances down at you, to which you shoot him a sugary smile

“dunno,” he says, and walks off

you wave to kuroo with a sunny grin

“i’m y/n~! i’m tsukki’s personal assistant and future wife~”

his eyebrows rise, and with a quick bow, you bounce after the blonde

once the group is all in the gym, practice jerseys are handed out and you help yachi and shimizu prepare the water and towels

you’re about to make a beeline for tsukki, when someone calling your name stops you

“y/n! wanna get me some water?” kuroo calls

you only blink for a moment before hopping to it, darting across the gym

for the rest of the day, kuroo is constantly calling for you—

“y/n! can you wipe the sweat off my neck?”

“hey, y/n, get me some water~”

“y/n!”

“y/n, over here!”

and by the time the several hours is over, you haven’t gotten to speak to tsukki once 🥺 snnff :(

when you finally get a free moment, you look around for him, but he’s nowhere to be found

sad face :(

and then !!!! turns out nekoma paid for bbq for everyone 🤩🤩 cats are so generous

and somehow??? you find yourself surrounded by nekoma players???

“here y/n, want some of my bbq?”

“no, take mine!!!”

“do you want any fruit?? i have some!!”

“you were so helpful today!! how’d you stay so energetic the whole time??”

you flash a smile, ready to charm the shit out of them, when a voice interrupts:

"hey, personal assistant.”

your eyes light up, bc you’d recognize that salty ass voice anywhere!!!

the guys around you part to reveal—

“tsukki!!!” you squeal, maybe a little too excitedly

“aren’t you supposed to be assisting me?? get me some food.”

you shove your plate into the free hand of one of the nekoma players (his name was... liam? lief... lev?) and dart to get tsukki something to eat

when you hand it to him, you flash him your most dazzling smile

“eat up! you worked hard today~”

he eyes you silently before digging in, and you smile absentmindedly while watching him

“why are you staring at me like that?”

“because i like you,” you respond without hesitation

he averts his eyes, but doesn’t say anything mean 

your stomach flips a little 

i’m coming for you, tsukishima kei.

on the ride home, you’re once again sitting next to him, and he gives up his headphones without a fight this time

you’re so tired from running around helping kuroo all day that you find your eyelids getting heavy as tsukki’s music plays in your ears

you try to subtly lean on his shoulder but he pokes you away 

you glare at him, pouting, but settle for leaning against the headrest

and then, you’re drifting off

..

and you’re having a strange dream

a pleasant dream, with fuzzy corners and honey-colored light streaming across the scene, but still strange

in this dream, he’s kissing you

it’s not like you haven’t had dreams like this before, it’s just that this one feels so much more vivid

and yet blurry at the same time

even when the dream ends and you blink back into consciousness you can still distinctly feel his lips against yours

his glasses brushing against your cheek

his fingers interlacing with your hair

a warm smile curls up your lips as you grasp lingering wisps of the dream, when—

“you’re drooling.”

your eyes snap open and you jolt up, furiously wiping the side of your mouth

“am not!!”

tsukishima blinks uninterestedly from the empty bus aisle, arms crossed

“dreaming about something vulgar?”

you grin, resting your chin on your palm

“would you like to hear ab—?”

he’s just “nope,” and turns towards the exit

hopping out of the seat, you follow him

“it was such a nice dream,” you sigh

“must’ve been, if you were drooling that much.”

“i was not—”

and then you notice something

everyone else is already gone from the bus

“wait a minute... did you wait for me?”

you hear a scoff

bUt hE dOEsNt DeNy iT

“you WAITED for me!!!!” you exclaim, happiness radiating off you in waves

“if i’d left you on the bus, nishinoya and tanaka would’ve killed me if i didn’t,” he says curtly

but you are, after all, the human equivalent of ‘this sign can’t stop me because i can’t read’

or that tiktok trend 

tsukishima: i don’t like you, i only waited for you because i was literally forced at gunpoint 

y/n: 🎶i waited for you🎶

the next day, it’s practice as usual at the karasuno gym

but?? sniff sniff someone is here that shouldn’t be

this rando first year has been pacing around right outside the gym entrance

and all the vbc members are like 👁️ whomst?

and when you finally arrive (right along behind tsukki)

he yells out your name

and holds out a bouquet of flowers <3 how cute

“y/n, um— i, i know you don’t know me but i’ve liked you since the orientation ceremony!!! i think you’re really pretty and cute and smart—”

cue a quiet scoff from tsukki, “if she’s his definition of smart, then how dumb is he?”

cue sugawara jabbing his side (sugamama is protective of his child y/n)   

“—and i know you like tsukishima, but i hope you’ll give me a chance!! i can make you happier than him!!”

at this point, everyone in the gym is watching like 👁️ oh?? TEA?? 

and is that... is that an aura of raging irritation coming from tsukishima?? 

you open your mouth to politely reject the guy, when

literally out of nowhere tsukki just  a p p e a r s

“hey, idiot. aren’t you supposed to be my personal assistant?? go set out the volleyballs instead of flirting,”

you dip your head and smile apologetically at the guy before heading towards the store room

and after that, you notice tsukki is a bit harsher, a bit more off his game, a little more easily irritated than usual

during a free moment, you nudge tanaka

“doesn’t he seem like he’s in a bad mood??”

zero braincell tanaka is like “??? isn’t he always like that??”

“no... something is definitely off today...”

what . could it be . i wonder .

every time you try to do your usual “tsukki~!!” he just turns away and ignores you

doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary, but you can just tell something is wrong

you still have no idea why he’s acting like this by the time practice ends

and when you go to the locker room to find him (so y’all can walk home together), he’s already gone :(

so, a little more droopy than usual, you head out

only to be surprised by a voice when you step outside

“took you long enough,”

you whip around to see tsukki leaning against the wall with crossed arms

he clicks his tongue and then sets off

and when you don’t immediately follow him, he glances over his shoulder

“are you coming or not?”

sdjfksjsdkjfsdjf smmpdfhsdf !!!!!!!

it’s just one sentence, and it doesn’t really mean anything

but hearing the words makes something incredibly warm bloom in your chest

you grin

“of course i am,”

that feeling lasts well into the next morning, but is replaced by a nauseating knot in your stomach when you arrive at school

because everyone’s whispering about one thing:

“tsukishima got called to the principal’s office!!!”

“whaaat ! why??”

“i heard he was caught with the answers for the upcoming exam!!”

your stomach . clenches

and before anybody can say another word, you’re sweeping out the door and down the hall

and in less than 30 seconds, you’re slamming open the door to the principal’s office

the principal and tsukki both look up, equally shocked at your sudden appearance

“y/n, what—”

you ignore him for the first time in your life

“sir, i need to tell you something.”

the principal is just like “... ?? can it wait??”

“no, it can’t.” you take several steps forward “the test answers, they—”

“y/n, don’t—”

you ignore him for the second time in your life again

“they’re mine,”

the principal blinks 

“then why was tsukishima found holding them before class??”

“yesterday, they must’ve fallen out of my backpack. he probably picked them up without knowing what they were, so please don’t punish him,” you bow. “punish me instead,”

.. y/n dumb bitch

yea, you’re suspended for two weeks

and ofc there’ll be a mark on your record

plus you’re automatically given a fail for the upcoming exam so you’ll have to retake it later oof....

but as much as all that sucks, you don’t regret it bc you’d rather take the fall than let tsukki be wrongly accused and suffer for it

but honestly the break from school is kinda vibes 🥴

don’t even think about the homework you’ll have to make up

your phone is blowing up with texts from your friends

including your surrogate dads and moms from the karasuno vbc 🤧 they’re so worried about you

you’re sad you have to miss practice for such a long time but... you don’t regret your decision

“y/n!!” your little sister knocks on your door “one of your classmates is here for you,”

“‘kay!!” you call back, checking the time

shidt bitch time flies when you’re watching anime alone in your bedroom

you hop up and open your bedroom door to come face to face with the one. the only. tsukishima kei

your eyes are like O.O 

“tsukki??? what are you doing here??” you grin “are you here because you’re worr—”

“no,” he cuts you off “i’m here to deliver your homework,”

“you could’ve given it to my sister, y’know,” you tease. “why’d you come all the way to my bedroom?? you missed me, hm?”

he doesn’t answer, instead surveying the room before sitting down on the edge of your bed

you blink, surprised he didn’t comeback with a cold retort

“tsukki?” you ask quietly, sliding into your desk chair

after a moment of silence, he fixes you with a stoic gaze

“why’d you lie?”

“because... because i couldn’t let you take the blame for that. i don’t know what happened, but i know you weren’t cheating. i know it.”

“neither were you. what’s the difference?”

you press your lips together in a frustrated pout

“the difference is that it’s you!!! i’m mediocre. i’m not outstanding. i’ll go to an average college either way, and it’ll be fine. but you..! you’re so smart!! and talented!!! you could do anything you want!!! you could get into an elite college!! the last thing you need is for some stupid misunderstanding to sully your transcript—”

“y/n—” he tries to cut in, but you bulldoze right over him

“— and i know you probably think what i did was useless and unhelpful, but i don’t care!!! i don’t care about a mark on my transcript, or being suspended, or failing all my exams, or even being expelled—”

“y/n—”

“— but i absolutely refuse to let that happen to you!! you’re too special for—”

this time, it’s not him speaking that interrupts you

this time, it’s him kissing you

you nearly combust on the spot

tsukki— tsukishima kei is kissing you

he’s leaning over you, with one hand on the chair’s armrest and the other steadying your head with his fingertips

your stomach does several full somersaults 

and then, all too quickly, he pulls away and returns to his spot on your bed

you stare, eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape

“w— what was— why did—”

“you wouldn’t stop talking,” he mutters, eyes focused a little too hard on the wall

for a moment, you’re too shocked to move

and then your 🥰tsukki🥰 mode activates

and you just fuckin LUNGE at him

“y/n??? what—!”

kisses!!! kisses on his cheeks!! his nose!!! his forehead!!!

and shockingly he doesn’t?? push you off??

me heart just skipped a beat wjdkfjs

he’s just like “y/n, you’re fogging up my glasses, please stop,”

“i refuse!!!! i’ve been waiting months to do this!!!!!”

once he manages to de-suction you from him, you fix him with doe eyes and a cheeky grin

“hey, tsukki??”

“.. what?”

“i like you,”

he blinks

adjusts his glasses

“make sure to finish that homework. i’m bringing tomorrow’s homework too,”

as he’s leaving, you hope he can feel your glowing smile on his back

the next day, you get a message from the school letting you know that your suspension and other punishments have been retracted

as the real culprit of the cheating was found

an unannounced locker-search discovered several exam cheatsheets almost exactly like the one tsukki found in the locker of a student, and the school realized their mistake <3 how nice of them

and that meant you were free to return to school, name cleared!!!

the volleyball club was eagerly awaiting your return

so when they saw tsukki arrive for practice, they expected you’d be following right along behind him

but instead???

you were koala-ing on his abdomen

“bro... did you carry her all the way here like that??”

“the real question is why he allowed it,”

you shoot a blinding grin at the guys 

“he can at least do this much for his girlfriend~!”

the entire gym is like WhA T !!!!! 

“hE SAID YES???”

“nope,”

“he... asked you out?? then??”

“also no...” 

“did he at least tell you he liked you...?”

“...”

“NISHINOYA STOP SHE’S TEARING UP,” sugamama to the rescue

you let go of tsukki and half the team goes IN on him

“dude wtf!!! she got suspended for you and you didn’t even at least tell her you like her???”

“not just suspended, almost expelled!!!”

“yeah that!!!”

“i say we kill tsukki,”

“tanaka no,��

“GUYS!!” angry!daichi makes an appearance “it’s time for practice!!!”

grumbling, the team disperses

you’re about to head to the store room to help get out the practice equipment, when—

“y/n.”

you turn “hm?”

he’s silent for a moment

“i wouldn’t have kissed you if i didn’t like you.”

your face flushes a deep red

but then he adds, “either time.”

either...? time...?

W A I T

your eyes POP OUT

“that— that wasn’t a DREAM???”

he doesn’t answer, just heads onto the court

but you think you see a slight smirk

and maybe... just maybe?? 

his ears are a little more red than usual.

[missserpentia-fae]

Take Care of Them

Author’s Note: OKAY! Wow. I did not expect this to get so much notes. It was just a side thing that I was interested in writing and never expected many people to like it. Thank you for the love! I will continue this. I’m slowly building it up and I hope you guys enjoy it.

I will make a master list so that it will be easier to navigate through my blog but I might do that when I reach a certain chapter (chapter 5 maybe)

MC is presented as female but uses gender neutral pronouns (doesn’t use too much female clothing either, their behavior just seems more feminine)

Warnings: Hmm..? If you’re touchy on religion, I’d advise you to not continue reading. (I wrote this for fun)

If any of the characters are OC, tell me so I can try and adjust it. Also, the way I depict God is loosely on what I believe he would be. I’ll go into a much more detailed description of what I think he’s like based on my beliefs.

Takes place after Lesson 18 but before Lesson 19

Pairings: Obey me boys x MC/Reader

Idea: God talking to MC in a dream or such about the brothers

Part 1 

Chapter 2

MC jerked awake, looking around their room in a panic. They clutched at their head when they finally got their bearings together before whispering, "Was that... real?"

They looked slowly around the room before their eyes landed on the table beside their bed. An envelope was sitting innocently on top of it, wisps of light escaping the sealed paper. Their eyes widened, clasping a hand over their mouth before they whispered. "It...It wasn't a dream? I really met... Him?"

They startled when there was a sudden pounding on their door, pulling them away from their thoughts. "Hey human! Wake up already! Yer gonna be late if ya sleep in! You're gonna miss breakfast if Beel eats it all."

"I'll be there Mammon! Save me a plate." They yelled through the door, getting out of bed and listened to Mammon grumbling through the door as his footsteps receded. They picked the envelope on their bedside table and hid it in their underwear drawing, knowing that the brothers will stay out of that particular drawer out of respect for the human. "I'll read it when I get back home. I need to get ready for class!"

MC floated through their class, their mind always drifting back to their dream and what could be the contents of the letter. They didn't notice that the seven demon lords were watching them worriedly or that Simeon seemed to pick up something familiar coming from them.

"Hey Simeon." Simeon hummed, turning to look at the human who was alone, none of the brothers trailing after them which was odd in itself. They were fiddling with their tie and seemed to look around them in hidden worry. They took a deep breath in before lifting their head to stare into his eyes, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, little lamb. What can I help you with?" Simeon smiled, his light blue eyes sparkling in encouragement. MC gulped before asking softly, their voice barely above a whisper, "What...? What's your Father like?"

The angel looked confused and surprised at their question but he answered nonetheless. "He's strict but He gives off a calming aura. You can't help but feel safe when He's nearby. He doesn't typically have a physical form but He does appear human when He needs to show Himself."

The human looked deep in thought before Simeon asked, lifting a hand to pat the human's head. "Is there a problem, little lamb? You look troubled and deep in thought. No wonder those brothers have been looking so concerned all day."

"Huh?" MC looked confused before Simeon chuckled, removing his hand from their head. They finally seemed to process what he asked before responding, "I was just thinking... I had a weird... dream but I don't know if it was a dream or not."

The other exchange student tilted his head in question. The human sighed before answering his silent question, "I think I met your Father last night."

Simeon let out a sound of surprise as the human explained, lifting an arm to tousle their hair in frustration, "He said that He wanted to talk to me and He talked a little bit about the Great Celestial War. He also said that He will talk to me again soon. He brought me to... Purgatory? It's a pure white place that seemed endless."

"Sounds about right. I can at least confirm to you that it is real and not a dream since you know how Purgatory looks like and you’re still here and alive." Simeon hummed in thought before he shot the worried looking human a comforting smile. "You should continue meeting with Him. I don't know what goes on in His head but I'm sure He doesn't mean any harm to you or to my fallen brothers."

The angel's handsome face wrinkled up in a look of worry before he fixed a firm look on MC, "Piece of advice: Don't tell the brother yet. Wait for a bit and then ask Father what you should do. I don't think it would go well if you told the brothers that you're meeting with Father."

MC nodded before stepping forward, pulling Simeon into a tight hug. The angel didn't hug back immediately but slowly, he wrapped his arms around the short human. They nuzzled into his chest, smiling softly at feeling him tuck their head underneath his chin.

He tightened his hold on them, squeezing them tightly almost like he was trying to comfort them. They stayed in that position for a bit, just basking in each other's presence before they were interrupted.

"Whaddya think yer doin' to my human, Simeon?!" MC pulled their head away from Simeon's chest and turned to see Mammon fuming from all the way at the other end of the hallway. The white haired demon was stomping his way down the corridor towards the two. They chuckled before patting Simeon's chest, tilting their head to stare into his warm blue eyes. "Thank you again for listening to me Simeon."

"Anything for you, little lamb." He smiled warmly, waving his goodbyes when Mammon finally reached them and started dragging the human away from the tall angel.

"What were ya even doin' with him?" Mammon pouted and MC chuckled at the expression on his face, nudging him softly as they teased him, "Were you jealous, Mammon?"

Mammon looked offended but the blush on his cheeks said otherwise, "J-Jealous?! Why would I be jealous? I'm yer first man, I don't have competition... so." Mammon looked away, blush still evident on his cheeks, "If ya wanna cuddle with someone, ya just have to ask m-me."

The human giggled before wrapping their arm around Mammon's arm, "Okay Mammon. I'll make sure to remember that."

"Yeah. Ya better. The Great Mammon will always be here for ya." Mammon huffed before he tugged them in the direction of the House of Lamentation. "Now, let's get ya home."

--

MC entered their room just after they finished eating dinner, shutting and locking the door behind them, worried that one of the brothers will burst in when they didn't want any of them in their room. They headed straight to their drawer, opening it and rummaging through it until they got what they needed. They sat on their bed, staring blankly at the envelope in contemplation. They turned it over and admired the glimmering seal that kept the envelope shut.

The human took a deep breath in before breaking the seal, watching in wonder as wisps of light flew through the air from the opening of the envelope. They took the letter out and unfolded it, their eyes following as words slowing wrote itself onto the paper in beautiful gold script.

Hello, my child.

I know you probably don't believe that our previous escapade happened but everything that happened in your dream did occur. I see that you told Simeon about your dream. I hope that you talking to one of my angels will allow you to be more willing to meet with me to talk about your adventures with my sons and in exchange, I shall share stories of them while they were still angels. I also wish to introduce to you the brother's counterparts, or as you humans know them, the seven Heavenly Virtues.

I look forward to meeting you once again, my child.

God

MC smiled before putting the letter away. As soon as they hid the letter, a knock sounded on her door. "MC! Normie! Open the door! I need someone to rant about the new episode of 'I’m male and I died and I got reincarnated as a female and I don’t know what to do with all these guys courting me, help!"

The human shook their head in fond exasperation before leaving their bed, opening the door for the third eldest brother to walk in who immediately started ranting. The purple haired demon strolled up to their bed, plopping himself right at the edge of the bed as he continued with his rant. MC closed the door behind them before approaching the demon and sitting beside him, listening intently to the demon.

Part 3

[sandysmoved]

(Happy Valentine’s Day gay ppl Beffica is sad and I for one think if she fell in love with my OC maybe she wouldn’t be so sad LETS GO LESBIANS)

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

Saffi glared at her journal like a mean eye would make the words write themselves, chewing on the end of her pencil harshly. Then, she thought about how long it had been since she’d had more than sauce and foraged plants to eat, and hastily switched to nibbling on her candy necklace, lest she end up developing a taste for wood.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Behind her, Sprout continued to chant his muffled little babbling, running in circles on the cot like a cat getting ready to settle down. It would be adorable (oh hell, it WAS adorable), if it wasn’t just another distraction bouncing around in her head.

The notes. The maps. The tracks. A missing explorer, and her not-so-missing girlfriend. That thing standing on the cliffs, watching from the treeline. What did it all mean?

“And if I DID get to know you, you’d probably hate me for it.”

Okay Saffi. Deep breaths. You’re smart. You’re good at mysteries. Misplaced mascots aside. Keep it together.

Her pencil refused to cooperate though, continuing to idly shade strands of a violet ponytail in a graphite monochrome.

“Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts, Beffy.”

“UGH.”

Saffi slammed her head on the desk, the pounding in her brain drowning out the concerned chattering of the captive Strabby skittering around the floor.

“This sucks. This sucks so big.”

She wasn’t gonna get any work done like this. She could barely even sit still, her foot tapping out an idle tune (get up everybody, come on and do the wiggle with meee) as she slammed her journal shut. Saffi hummed around her pencil (god, she really WAS going to acquire a taste for it at this point) as she leaned back in her chair and pulled her hair back up into her scrunchie. It wasn’t too terribly late, only a half hour or so after sunset maybe. Surely someone in town would have a request, or maybe she could try hunting down that annoying Noodler for Floofty again. Nothing burned off manic energy like actually getting set on fire accidentally.

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

...no. That could wait. Saffi had something more important to do right now, and she had an idea how she was going to do it. She spun in her chair, kicking open the box under her cot, and slid off onto the floor to dig through its contents, tugging an old, worn album from underneath a tangle of useless stuff.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Well then. Time to fix that.

~*~

Beffica sighed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes as she idly traced lines in the dirt with a stick. This sucked. This sucked REALLY BIG, actually. It would probably suck a little smaller if she wasn’t sitting on a cold hard stone threshold, but like hell was she gonna join the others by the fire when Cromdo was over there, being all...loud. And old. And Cromdo. The squeeb. She probably would’ve gone and wandered idly around the huts, maybe looked at Wiggle’s records again, but she wasn’t in the mood to get yelled at if she came back early.

Or she could go up to the airship, but...no. After that...super uncool moment she’d let slip earlier, she wouldn’t be surprised if Saffi wasn’t too interested in hanging out. Hell, she’d rather go back to the stupid cave right now, than-

Grass crunched underfoot, and Beffica glanced up, blinking in surprise at the sunset orange grumpus standing at her door. Saffi glanced down at her, her expression...odd, in the flickering firelight across the way. Her fingers drummed a bit (nervously?) on the surface of the book she was holding, before they stilled, and she took a deep breath, blinking.

Beffica opened her mouth to say...well, she didn’t know, and she didn’t have the chance to know, because Saffi beat her to it.

“I know...I know it’s...scary.”

She paused, like she was trying to remember the meaning of the words her brain had shoved out prematurely, and for once, Beffica didn’t have a response. Instead, she sat up a bit straighter, watching Saffi find the thread to explain. Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue that came naturally to her. Maybe that’s why she had been so bad at her job, in the end. Maybe that’s why she’d been so bad at a lot of things. But for some reason, in this particular instance? She was willing to wait a lifetime to find out what Saffi had to say.

“It’s scary, being known. Letting yourself be known. And that’s okay! It’s okay to be afraid. But…”

Here it comes.

Beffica flinched without meaning too, and she hoped Saffi didn’t see it. She didn’t need to look any more pathetic than she already had earlier.

Did you enjoy it, Beffy? Was it fun while it lasted? Would you do better if you could do it all over again? Not like it matters, you can’t-

“But, if I’m your bestie…and I really, REALLY like being your bestie, for the record...then maybe...I think you should at least know me.”

Beffica froze, staring up at Saffi with eyes so wide she felt like they’d pop out and roll away. What? Pardon, what?

Saffi looked down at the book, cracking it open and tracing some of the dusty contents with her eyes, suddenly very aware of how known she was offering to be.

“If. If you want to,” she murmured, suddenly looking very, very small.

And Beffica still had no words. What could she say? What could she possibly say in response to something like this? She hadn’t rehearsed for this moment (and clearly, neither had Saffi), she’d never had any preparation for this. This wasn’t a tasty morsel of information hiding under someone’s bed, a secret to be uncovered hiding behind a tree in the middle of the night. This was knowledge offered. This was someone being vulnerable, and willingly. This was sharing.

With Beffica, of all grumps.

She didn’t know what to say.

So instead, she scooted over, patting the empty space next to her in the doorway, and Saffi’s doubts visibly melted from her posture like snow from a rooftop. She plopped down unceremoniously, cracking the old album open on her knee, and Beffica didn’t hesitate to lean in close to watch her fingers trace the page to tap an old photo. “See, that’s me when I was a toddler, I spent the summer with my grandparents, and-“

Beffica couldn’t tell what the sound that escaped her throat at the sight was; kinda groan and kinda laugh. “Oh my GRUMP, bestie, no offense, but who in the world let you leave the house with your hair chopped up like that?”

“I know, right? My grandmother, bless her cotton socks but that woman should NOT have been legally allowed with ten yards of kitchen scissors-“

Saffi launched into the story like it was the easiest thing in the world, like she was reading off the latest big scoop, instead of inviting someone she’d only known a few weeks into the treasure chest of her life. Every story was like that, every explanation for why her clothes were so oversized and mismatched, or who gave her that particular stuffed animal. And not once, not once did she try to prod Beffica to contribute her own anecdote, back her into a conversational corner that could only end in an unwanted revelation, or a total shutdown.

It was...nice. Comfortable. Listening to her talk. Getting to know Saffironica Snakattak (“Only my granny calls me that, though. Granny and Floofty. The rest of you should all call me Saffi.”) as more than just the bright-eyed journalist who fell out of the sky and started pulling everyone back together in her orbit.

And if Beffica leaned in a little more with each tale? For a closer look? To hear better? To rest her head against Saffi’s arm as the night grew chilly?

Who had to know?

[justnerdthings]

Tropical Breeze Ch.5

Female OC x Fujin

Is Makani hiding something?

_________ Being shown around the temple had taken quite a while. It was massive. By the time Makani had gotten back to Fujin, the sun had set. The courtyard--which was on top of the tower— was bathed in the orange light of lanterns. Fujin greeted her with open arms and she went right into them. His strong arms wrapped tight around her.

“How was the tour?” He asked.

Makani looked up at him with a wide smile.

“I’m glad.” Fujin returned her smile and gave a peck to her forehead. She returned that with a peck to his chin.

Makani pulled a hand up between them to sign the letter “R” and gave him a questioning look.

Fujin nodded. “He’s come to understand that I won't leave you.”

She smiled again.

“He’s worried that I will forget about my duty to earthrealm.”

Makani frowned and shook her head. She wouldn’t let him.

“I told him we’ve had that conversation. That if I ever had to choose between you and earthrealm, I would choose earthrealm.”

She nodded and rested her hand on his chest. Her eyes drifted down to it, but Fujin’s fingers gently tilted her head back up. Makani looked up into his eyes, then to his lips. He leaned in and kissed her lips. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against his body.

Someone cleared their throat.

Fujin and Makani broke their kiss and looked over in the direction to see a monk, bowing apologetically. “Forgive me. Lord Raiden wishes to speak to you, Lady Makani.”

Makani blinked and stiffened. Fujin’s brows knotted in concern. “What for?” He asked.

“I did not ask, Lord Fujin,” the monk answered, bowing again.

Makani frowned up to Fujin. He looked to her, he couldn’t hide his concern. “It’s okay,” he told her and brushed some hair behind her ear. She nodded to him and reluctantly pulled away.

Makani was led back inside the temple where she met with Raiden. Thoughts raced in her head about what he wanted to talk to her about. Obviously it was going to be about Fujin. It had to be. But was Raiden going to threaten her? Did he lie to Fujin to get his guard down?

“Makani,” Raiden greeted her. She bowed her head, albeit nervously. “You have quite a grip on Fujin.”

Makani’s brows knotted.

“He’s very fond of you. I have no doubt that he would do anything for you.”

Makani could guess where this was going. She shook her head and signed, “Not anything.”

Raiden watched her. “Oh?”

“Earthrealm is his highest priority.”

Raiden nodded and held his hands behind him. “I should hope so.”

“I understand why you don’t approve of Fujin and I,” She signed. “But we have already discussed this. If he must hurt me to protect the world, then he will. I may protest at the time, but I accept that risk. I am only one person. Earthrealm is an entire population--a race of people, with an undeniable presence in the universe. While we as beings come and go through the generations, we evolve. I have been told of Mortal Kombat. It frightens me. But I accept its existence and its importance. I have no interest in making your’s and Fujin’s job more difficult.”

Raiden stood silently as he watched her hands, understanding each word she said. He was starting to see how Makani was different. She seemed selfless, and very modest. Virtues that he wished more mortals had.

“I will never keep Fujin from his duties as a protector of earthrealm. I often remind him of this. He is very honest with me, and I am honest with him. I feel guilty when I miss him when he is away from me. I can not help that feeling. I am only human. I accept it. I have to. There are only two choices: accept it, or end our relationship. I do not wish to end our relationship. I know I will never be his first priority. I am happy to be his second priority. Or his third. Or hundredth. I trust him more than myself. I know he will make time for me when he can, after his other duties are taken care of.”

“Well, you certainly are an interesting one, Makani,” Raiden said. He nodded. “Your patience and selflessness are surprising. I find most mortals now-a-days to be the opposite. They want instant gratification. They don’t care for others.”

“That’s not fair.”

Raiden quirked a brow.

“Most are kind and loving, but circumstances cause people to act certain ways.”

“You are easily manipulated.”

“We are. But I imagine all beings are under the right conditions.”

Raiden stared at her. He couldn’t help but be reminded of his own mistakes and misjudgments. In other time-lines, he’d even been corrupted by Shinnok’s amulet. He’d killed Liu Kang and Kung Lao. He took in a sharp breath. Makani certainly was different. It was as if she had a better understanding of the universe than most. Even gods could be corrupted. No one was perfect. Not even Raiden.

“Fujin and I do not need your approval. But it would mean a lot to him if you did. Even if it was just an act.”

“You expect me to lie to Fujin?”

“I expect you to be supportive of your brother.”

Raiden was amused now. Was Makani trying to guilt him? Trying to scold him even? A small grin tugged at his lips. “It is not always easy to support Fujin’s endeavors.”

“We do difficult things for the ones we love. That is what love is.”

“I can see why Fujin is smitten with you. You have similar minds.” Raiden stepped off to the side and walked over to a window, looking out at the night sky. “He’s always been the more adventurous one. Rather unconventional… I have no idea where he acquired it.”

Makani moved next to him to look out the window.

Raiden glanced over to her, his seven foot frame dwarfing her five and a half foot one. “You have an old soul,” he told her. She turned her head to look up at him, catching his eye, then looking back out the window.

“I know.”

That gripped Raiden’s attention. His brows furrowed at her.

[tarithenurse]

Nightingale - 1

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Mystery, probably incorrect ninja schooling. A/N: Yes. I’m throwing myself into Naruto fanfic writing. I HAVE NOT watched everything yet (am at ep.170), and while I do try to research and stick to canon-lore etc. I also try to avoid spoilers which means that there WILL be some irregularities and even mistakes. I’ll be correcting each coming chapter as I learn more from the series, but please bear with me <3 The series will contain all 3 warnings: violence/gore (incl. mentions of non-con), smut, psychological messes. As usual ASK or REBLOG for tag!

Ch. 1

The sour smoke still reached him up on the branch, making Kakashi wave it away with an annoyed wrinkle on the nose. Not that anyone could see it, of course, with the collar pulled up to cover most of his face. Below on the ground, some of his friends and fellow leaders of the younglings were discussing the latest of their wards’ accomplishments.

“Hey, Kakashi!” Asuma followed the call with a pebble bouncing off Kakashi’s boot harmlessly. “What’s your trio up to?”

Being obnoxious, probably. “Training balance.” A thin beam of sun found a way between the foliage above meaning two hours had passed. “I better see if they’ve killed each other yet.”

“The boys still not getting along?” Kurenai guffaws.

Nope. But the two jōnin didn’t get that answer because the silver-haired man was already leaping from branch to branch towards the river. Only two weeks had passed since Iruka handed over the training of Team 7 and the new sensei started to learn what the friend’s bickering had been about.

As suspected, they were not cooperating, guaranteeing instead that they were still stuck on the tiny platform he had left them on in the middle of the raging stream – too wide to leap across without a running start and too strong to swim. At least, they have found the ropes.

Watching from the shadow of the forest, Kakashi saw them argue and take turns to tie the rope around their waists and attempt to jump or swim...only to need being hauled back up by the other two. He almost thought they might succeed when Sasuke tied one of his shuriken to an end and launched it, the blade slamming into the trunk of the very tree the team leader was sitting in. A new argument broke out over the option to repeat the trick with the second rope or to use it as a life line, but eventually they chose the latter. Fortunately. All of three steps...not bad.

“Cleanliness is a virtue,” Kakashi cheered them on, receiving little more than glares as he settled down at the brink with his book.

He made them try everything they could before tossing small hints at them. Not surprisingly, itwas Naruto who accidentally came up with the answer when he jokingly protested they would get further by tossing each other off the platform.

“And again, what is the lesson here?” Kakashi didn’t expect them to be happy about the answer.

They weren’t: “Teamwork.”

...

If only they would stop competing among themselves. But as the exasperated jōnin settles onto his bed, he knows there must be a lesson to learn for himself on that matter because a good leader can unite the members of his team. Somehow.

Scrunching the covers comfortably behind his back, he reaches into the pocket to retrieve the book – only a few pages left of this volume of Icha Icha and nothing will interrupt him now. He flips the book open with one hand and pulls the collar down with the other only to freeze mid-movement as something slips out from between the pages.

Hmm? The thin object lies suspiciously still on the creases of his uniform. Round, not unlike a coin but with tapered edges still too blunt to cut. Trap? But he can’t see how: the item is unmarked, and too thin to be an explosive or house any sort of trigger unless it’s the surface itself, so he angles the book, catching the disc-shaped surprise between the pages to get to lift it into the light. Not glass. But it’s smooth and thin like it, tinted black without losing the translucent quality. Stone. Scrutinizing it yields no information on neither its origin nor purpose, and Kakashi reluctantly presumes it could have been in the book when he bought it.

Speaking of book...Setting aside the oddity on the windowsill, he refocuses on the more important task.

...

The night is paling when Kakashi wakes up with a start only to find the small room perfectly empty. Looking through the gloom, everything is as it should be: his clothes neatly folded on the chair to the left while the desk and the shelves above hold the paperwork he needs to complete and his pass time literature; the yukata hanging on a hook on the door, boots in the corner next to the narrow cabinet housing some of the bigger weapons.

Then what woke me?

Getting up, the cool night air hugs his body. There’s no reason to dress, checking the door and window (both still locked) takes little time and he can tug himself under the cover again.

That’s when he sees it – or rather: doesn’t see it. When he fell asleep, there had been an odd disc next on the windowsill. Now it’s gone.

[superarti]

What types of music do your ocs like the most?

It’s been covered that Whisper is a fan of rock, metal, and anything loud.

Mouse would like pop music.

Clementine loves bluegrass, folk, and country music.

Virtue very surprisingly enjoys calm classical songs but is also well into jazz music too. Very instrumental type of lady.

Atlas Star loves a good shanty, Welsh folk music (mainly the lullabies O.J. may sing to her), and also jazz.

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Misfortune's Intentions

(Liam x OC*Elisse Millan) (Drake x Riley)

A/N A couple more months have gone by. Liam and Elisse have attended many of the same events in Cordonia, gradually getting closer to one another. In this chapter, they begin the necessary steps toward a more personal relationship. Liam also has an honest conversation to the two that he once trusted the most.

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Chapter 3 Heart’s Honesty

The Royal Palace, Cordonia...

Liam looked up when he heard the murmur of feminine voices passing by on their way to the solarium.

Creeping towards the cracked door, he peeped out to see who it was.

He caught just a glimpse of Olivia, Riley, and Madeleine turning toward the right.

Curious yet not wishing to get caught up in conversation with any of them, he settled back in his chair and continued to review a trade proposal Elisse had given him from Amalas.

Monterisso's queen was not going to wait around on Riley's baby in making inroads toward a strong, beneficial relationship between their two countries. Since the pregnancy had been announced a couple of months back, Liam and his close knit group of friends had spent numerous events speaking to pushy foreign monarchs.

The only bright side to meeting so often, were the moments he had with Elisse. They were few and far between and much too short to satisfy him. A dance shared, a few words spoken here and there, possibly a shared smile over a private joke. All ended up making her the first person he searched for when entering into a room.

"Would you like me to bring a tray in here, your majesty or would you prefer having lunch in the dining room?"

Liam looked up at one of the footmen. "A tray, please." He called the man back. "Is there some gathering this afternoon?"

"The Queen Mother is hosting some ladies for tea in the solarium." The footman replied.

"Ah." Liam tried to focus. "Do you know who she invited?"

"I know some, sir."

Liam cocked an eyebrow, trying not to be impatient.

"Duchess Riley is the honored guest." The footman began to go through the usual name of Cordonian ladies. "Queen Isabella and Queen Amalas have also arrived."

Liam grit his teeth at not hearing what he wanted to most. "Did Queen Amalas bring another lady with her, by chance?"

"I'm not sure, sir. Should I go inquire?"

"No." Liam muttered. "Just bring my lunch in here, please."

"At once, sir." He bowed and left the king alone.

"There you are."

Liam nearly cursed. "Drake. Join me, won't you?"

"Thanks." He sat down on the couch across from him. "Haven't seen much of you recently."

Liam held up the documents he was reading. "Kingdom business."

"Ah." Drake drummed his fingers on his pants.

Liam tried to tune him out.

"Riley's having a tea party with Regina and a few others."

"So I've heard."

"Did you know the Spy Queen has returned?"

"Yes." Liam responded. "So did Auvernal's queen."

Drake ran a hand through his hair. "So, uh, have you gotten anything out of the spy that has taken up residence nearby?"

Liam lowered the documents. "Spy? What are you talking about?"

"Your investigation with Queen Amalas’s cousin." Drake narrowed his eyes. "That is why you are spending so much time with her isn't it?"

"Lady Elisse is more of a messenger between me and Amalas." Liam bit out.

"I've never seen you make sure to share most of your dances with messengers before, much less spend anymore time than you have to."

"I am doing exactly what I promised." Liam informed him. "I am taking time to get to know her. All these new events have limited my chances to be alone with her."

"Alone with her?" Drake leaned forward. "Why are you wanting to be alone with her?"

At this moment, Liam did not want to admit to Drake that he believed he was ready to try and fall in love again. He had yet to actually have a real date with Elisse, much less kiss her. He also wasn't certain her own feelings about taking that next step.

She seems to like me, he thought. Is it more than a friend? Or am I simply fooling myself like I did with Riley?

"Li?" Drake waved a hand. "Still with me?"

Liam closed his eyes. "Yes, sorry." He cleared his throat. "If I am alone with her, then she will be more inclined to talk about things she would never feel comfortable doing at a crowded gathering."

Drake slowly nodded. "That's true. Sounds like a good plan."

A plan to test her and see if she feels as I do, Liam thought.

"Are you going to try and get her alone after the queen's tea?"

Liam's eyes widened. "Elisse is here?"

"Well, yeah." Drake tilted his head slightly. "Liam, you sure there isn't anything wr--"

"Positive." Liam excused himself. "I need to put these papers in the study. Feel free to call down to the kitchen for an extra tray for lunch."

***************

The Solarium, Royal Palace, Cordonia...

What would I do without all these pastries?

Elisse gratefully took another bite of a strawberry tart. If her mouth was full then she wouldn't be pressured to talk.

Which was a good thing considering how she felt about Lady Riley Walker.

It nearly turned her stomach at how everyone was complimenting the waitress turned duchess. There was only so much bowing and scraping for attention Elisse could stand.

Especially to someone who had hurt Liam so horribly.

It didn't take a mind reader to realize that the reason Cordonia's king was not actively courting or planning on having little princes and princesses of his own was sitting across from her, gushing about what kind of father Drake would be.

"He has already promised to take all the late night diaper changes." Riley giggled.

Elisse didn't bother to hide her eye roll, earning a slight kick from her cousin.

Amalas sent her the look that somehow conveyed the reminder that they were trying to gain favor with the woman carrying the royal heir so stop making faces at every little thing she says.

Feeling somewhat chastised for possibly letting her cousin down, Elisse averted her gaze and poured herself another cup of tea.

How much longer are we going to have to sit here?

"Bradshaw would have fainted dead away if I remotely asked him to change one of the twins diapers." Isabella's brittle smile formed with the mention of her husband and children.

Elisse's eyes narrowed somewhat as she studied Auvernal's queen. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something not quite right. She cut her eyes to Amalas, wondering if she too was seeing this.

Her cousin tucked a lock of her own hair behind her right ear and gently tugged on the earlobe.

Elisse returned her attention to the conversations, satisfied with that secret signal that Amalas not only saw it but was planning on investigating it further.

"What about you?" Riley asked.

Elisse glanced up and realized that all eyes were on her.

"I'm sorry." She stammered. "Did you ask me something?"

"Can you picture your husband changing diapers?" Riley prodded.

"I'm not married." Elisse forced a pleasant smile. "It's difficult enough imagining him doing so when I don't even know what he looks like."

"Oh!" Riley glared over at Madeleine. "I'm sorry. I was told you were married."

Madeleine chuckled softly. "Perhaps if you read the reports I give you, you wouldn't make a mistake like that."

Riley ignored her and focused once more on Elisse. She was determined to find out more about this woman who seemed to always find a way to be near Liam.

"Enough baby talk." She decided. "Let's talk romance."

"Zeke is taking me to Switzerland next week." Penelope shyly said. "A trip for just the two of us."

Kiara laughed. "He is so excited about it. It is all he talks of whenever one of us asks him something." She smiled at Penelope's blush. "Très romantique, non?"

"Very." Hana sighed. "You two are so sweet together."

"Anyone else have that special someone?" Riley asked. "Or needs a little help from Cupid to get them to act right?"

Olivia shook her head. "By Cupid, you mean you."

"I do." The duchess replied. "I know all about stubborn men trying their hardest to keep from being with the perfect person for them."

Elisse sat up a little straighter. "Is that how you and his grace got together?" She did her best to make her question sound like polite curiosity. "Did you have to convince him to be with you?"

Amalas stilled. She had been the one to tell Elisse all of what happened during Liam and Madeleine's engagement tour.

Riley had a dreamy expression on her face. "Drake Walker put up quite the fight. It took all my I had to get him to be with me."

"When did you realize he was worth it?" Elisse asked while turning in her chair so that Amalas couldn't kick her again. "Most would have focused on someone who seemed interested."

Olivia snorted in agreement. "I will never understand how you could choose Walker over Liam."

Riley's smile turned tender. "What can I say? He was a complete marshmallow whenever we were alone. I saw past his snark and knew he had to be mine."

"I think it's terribly romantic." Hana added. "He has shown over and over that you are the most important person in his life."

While Hana and Riley went through the list of things that made Drake perfect, Elisse tbought of Liam's actions in each scenario.

"He took a bullet for her." Hana explained to the visitors.

"I will begrudgingly give him credit for that." Olivia grumbled. "That and for helping take Anton down."

Elisse mentally countered that with Liam coming and facing Anton and his minions alone to rescue the couple.

"He sounds like he will be a protective father." Amalas interjected before they continued to extol his virtues. "One that knows the value of family."

Issabella narrowed her eyes at her. "I agree. Which is why I would love to have him as father-in-law to one of my," she took a gulp of tea, "darling twins."

While the two queens tried to sway Riley toward choosing their children, Liam stepped into the sunroom.

Regina looked up and smiled. "Liam dear, would you care to join us for a cup of tea?"

He shook his head. "Thank you, but I came in here for something else." His charming smile flashed to the ladies. "I do hate to interrupt, but I need to speak to Lady Elisse a moment."

She set her teacup down. "Yes, of course, your majesty."

When Liam noticed the curious looks, he explained that he needed her to clarify one of the requests in the document she had given him.

"Perhaps you need Queen Amalas too." Isabella smirked. "Since she is Monterisso's ruler. Plus, I'm certian Duchess Riley would enjoy hearing something other than Prince Josip's darling ways."

Amalas kept her cool and did not rise to the bait. "I would be more than happy to." She winked at her cousin. "But Elisse was such a help to me as I drafted it that she knows it as well as I do."

"We will only be a moment." Liam promised, setting Elisse's hand in the bend of his arm.

Riley, Olivia, and Hana all shared a knowing look.

Regina noticed their exchange and cleared her throat.

"Would anyone care for more tea?"

**************

Once they were out of earshot of the solarium, Elisse spoke up.

"What problem did you come across in the trade agreement?"

Liam's cheeks flushed. "Actually, I haven't seen any problem."

"Oh." She attempted to not let her imagination get away from her. "Then why did you take me away from the tea?"

Liam rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not--that is--I" he chuckled softly while turning to face her. "I guess I simply wanted to see you."

Elisse doubted that anyone could be more adorable than Liam was in this moment.

She smiled and lowered her eyes. "Would it be too forward to say that I had hoped to causally bump into you while here for the tea party?"

"Definitely. Much too forward." He responded in a serious tone.

Her head jerked up and she saw the humor in his eyes.

She playfully pushed him away. "That certainly cured me of ever doing so again."

He laughed out loud, took her hand, and pulled her along with him.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To my study to look over the documents."

"But I thought you said there wasn't a problem."

Liam opened the door for her. "There isn't. But one must have their alibis in order, m'lady."

"What am I to do with you?" She teased once he shut the door.

Liam allowed his heated gaze to settle on her. Her question sparked his imagination. There were several things he would love for her to do with him.

"Is this where you spend most of your day?" She asked, exploring his bookshelves.

"For the most part."

Her eyes cut over to him. His casual stance as he leaned against the door was one she was noticing happened whenever they were near one another. His image he maintained to the rest of the world was one of proper, ram rod posture. There was rarely any softening or relaxed muscles.

Except with me, she thought.

Still highly curious and a touch nervous, Elisse sat down on a small couch.

"The Queen Mother told us about the ball you're hosting. How are the preparations going?"

Liam shrugged on his way to sit near her. "They must be going well. No one has come to me with any problems yet."

She turned towards him. "Is it for a special reason?"

You mean other than wanting a night where I can easily steal you away?

Liam kept that response to himself. "I suppose it is. Now that Lady Riley has gotten over most of the morning sickness, we can host a ball in honor of the royal heir."

Elisse was unable to control her facial expression. "I see."

Liam's eyebrows drew together. He had noticed that same irritated expression appear whenever the viscountess heard that particular name. "Elisse, do you not care for Riley?"

Her lips parted, ready to admit how she truly felt about the one that had hurt him, only to close shut. She knew she needed to be more diplomatic for Amalas’s sake.

She turned away from him and shook her head. "She seems pleasant."

Elisse was surprised she didn't choke on that word.

"Pleasant?" Liam's lips began to curve.

"Yes." She pointedly looked out the window, knowing he was amused at her answer.

If I look at him, it will all be over, she thought. She had to fight to keep her smile from appearing as he slid closer to her.

"You find Lady Riley pleasant?" He propped his elbow on the back of the couch and rested his head on his hand. "I don't think I have ever heard such a mild compliment toward her before."

Elisse was unable to resist and turned back toward him. He quirked an eyebrow in silent question when she simply stared at his face.

All she could think about was how generous he had been. Allowing Riley to live here to be near Drake. Giving her a title and a castle. Hosting their wedding. Standing as best man. Fighting to save their lives with little regard to his own safety. And now to naming their child as his heir.

Kindness barely scratchs the surface, she thought.

"Elisse?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Without pausing to consider if she would end up embarrassed by her answer, she said exactly what was on her mind.

"You."

Liam didn't think any other answer could possibly top that one.

He slid his hand over hers. "I think of you often."

"You do?"

"No." He grinned at her frown. "It is more than often. You are rarely if ever far from my mind."

Her warm smile returned. "I suppose I am the same way."

Liam drummed up the courage to ask her out. "Elisse, would you--"

"Liam, I wanted to--" Riley's eyes widened at the pair on the couch. "Sorry. Drake told me he had seen you come in here. I didn't know you were still reviewing..."she noticed there wasn't one scrap of paper between them, "trade documents."

"We cleared that matter up quickly." Liam kept a hold on Elisse's hand. "Is there anything you need, Riley?"

"Yes, um, the ball. What exactly did you have planned?"

"Is there anything other than dancing, drinks, and food that Cordonians do at balls?" Elisse teased.

Liam chuckled. "Other than taking a moment to obsess over our apples, not really."

Riley narrowed her eyes. Their little jokes and touches were more serious than she thought.

"I wanted to come in and offer my help, if needed." She muttered.

"Thank you, but everything is under control."

Riley hesitated a moment. "Liam, Drake and I were hoping to speak with you," she glanced at Elisse, "privately."

Liam sighed softly. "I'll join you and Drake in the west drawing room in a moment."

"Okay." She couldn't think of a reason to stick around and see what was going to happen between him and the viscountess.

Once she shut the door, Elisse focused on Liam. "I suppose I should find Amalas."

"Not yet, please." He lowered his eyss to her hand in his. "Lady Elisse," he cleared his throat, "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me one night."

"Of course. I know we should to discuss the terms--"

"Not for work." He quickly interrupted. "I'm asking you for a date."

Elisse wondered if he could hear her heart pounding. "I would love to."

Liam released the breath he had been holding. "Then I will call you this evening and we will discuss the details."

She stood up, suddenly more nervous than she had been. "I look forward to it."

Liam lifted her hand to his lips. "So do I."

***********

"Drake, they were definitely not talking about trade deals." Riley paced back and forth. "He was holding her hand!"

"Take it easy." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "You know stress isn't good for you and the baby."

"What if Liam starts insisting that we sign an arranged marriage between our baby and Queen Amalas's son?" She cradled her small belly. "What will we do then?"

"We'll fix this." Drake reassured her. "Aren't you the one to point out how we always find a way to defeat those that come at us?"

She slowly nodded.

"Then don't worry." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "We got this, Brooks."

The couple looked up when Liam came into the room.

“You wished to speak to me.” He sat down in one of the chairs.

“Liam,” Drake began, “what were you speaking to Elisse about?”

“We were discussing dinner plans this week.”

"Dinner plans? You have a date with Elisse?" Riley asked.

"Yes." Liam didn't bother to hide his smile. "We've had dinner and lunches together numerous times, but..." His voice held a hint of the true happiness he felt. "It has always been work related. I thought it was time for us to be together for no other reason than because we want to."

"But she's the Spy queen's cousin!" Riley exclaimed.

Liam quirked an eyebrow at her. "I know who her family members are."

Riley motioned to Drake to say something.

He cleared his throat. "Li, you know we only want to see you happy." He shifted under Liam's piercing gaze. "But we don't know if we can trust Amalas or anyone associated with her."

"I know I can." Liam's tone held a warning to not push him on this. "Elisse has never brought up the subject of your child marrying Amalas's son."

"She is probably waiting until you get more comfortable around her." Riley grumbled. "Seems like something a secret agent would do. Seduce the target into agreeing--"

Liam's hand slammed down on the end table next to him, causing the couple to jump in surprise.

"That's enough!" He snapped. His kingly authority reverberated within the formal drawing room. "I won't hear another word against Elisse." His blue eyes sparked with fury. "What proof do you have?"

"None." Riley stepped back from his glare. "Liam, you're so trusting that anyone can take advantage of your kindness."

"Yes," his soft tone scared them even more than his shouting. "I can see where you would both think that, given that I trusted you."

"Liam, what are you talking about?" Riley asked.

"I'm talking about the fact that nearly three years ago I trusted you with my heart." His eyes went from one to the other. "I laid it at your feet, Riley, and asked Drake to guard you while I tried to help uncover this conspiracy against you." He folded his arms. "If anyone shouldn't be trusted in this kingdom at the moment, it would be the two who betrayed me in the worst possible way."

Tear slipped down Riley's cheeks. "Liam, I...I thought you understood." She swallowed. "You stood there as Drake's best man at our wedding. You named our child your heir."

"Just because I understood, forgave you, and accepted it; that does not necessarily mean that I have forgotten." He replied. “I still trust you, but I have become more cautious in doing so.”

"Liam," Drake's voice cracked with regret. "I'm sorry. I had no idea you still felt--"

"I don't." Liam interrupted. "I haven't for a while now." His stance relaxed with his next words. “Since meeting Elisse, I have realized that I am able to move on from the past.”

He thought of the excitement he felt just in anticipating seeing her again. That desire to touch her. Finally feel what her lips against his. Seeing her smile. Holding her close.

He focused again on two people he still considered his best friends. "Regardless of what her cousin does, Elisse is innocent. She is the woman I intend on knowing on a personal level. You either support me in that and treat her with every bit of friendship and courtesy she deserves or you can return to Valtoria until you are able to do so."

With that, Liam left the couple with jaws dropped.

**************

Pier at Cordonia’s Capital a few nights later...

"Elisse?" Liam called out when he finally reached The Semblance sailboat.

She popped up from the galley. "Liam?"

His smile formed when she came over.

She climbed up the side, held onto the various ropes, and leaned forward. "Ready to come aboard?"

"You know, I'm not exactly fond of boats." He admitted. "One too many bad experiences."

Her smile turned tender. "I know. That's why we aren't going sailing." She tilted her head to where she had a table set. "I just wanted a spot where I could have you to myself."

Liam grabbed the same ropes and pulled himself until he was face to face with her. His lips curved at her slight intake of breath. "I could be on board with that."

She rolled her eyes playfully while groaning. Gripping his blazer she tugged him onto the boat. "Only you are cute enough to get away with that awful pun."

"I try." He teased.

She slipped her arm around him. "I hope you like what I prepared." Her eyes darted around as if she was worried someone would overhear. "Felix has been trying his hardest to teach me how to cook."

"Elisse, you shouldn't have gone to so much trouble." Liam tucked her long dark hair over her shoulder. "Just having a moment with you away from court and our duties is enough for me."

"Liam," she slid her arms up his chest, "I have a confession."

He placed his hands on her waist. "Oh?"

"Years ago, Amalas began a file on you." Her eyes darted to his lips before lifting once more to his crystal clear blue eyes. "And I read it."

Liam grimaced. "It sounds like you're about to say something I'm not going to like."

Her tender smile caused him to pause in pulling away.

"On the contrary," she stepped closer to him, "everything I read, I liked." Her dark brown eyes held his. "That's why I hope you like everything I've done."

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Liam captured her lips in a heated kiss.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued the sweet exchange.

Their eyes met as they began to part, only for them both to rush forward in a more passionate kiss.

"Liam." She said in a breathless voice when his lips brushed her cheek. "I've been waiting on you to do that for months now."

He chuckled, cuddling her close. "You have no idea how often I wanted to shove everything off my desk and yank you on it."

Her eyes twinkled. "I might have had similar thoughts."

He thought his face was in danger of being set in a permanent goofy grin.

A breeze brought their attention back to the carefully set table.

"I don't want to let your dinner go to waste." He murmured, kissing her neck.

"It probably tasted horrible anyway." She smiled at hearing his laughter. "I would like to get a second date out of this. My dinner might have sent you running as far away from me as you can."

"It wouldn't." He pressed his forehead against hers. "I have no intention of running away from you, Elisse."

Her smile took his breath away. With a slight joyful squeal, she kissed him once more.

"Would you like to lay here and watch the stars appear?" She motioned toward another section of the boat she had piled with an air mattress, blankets, and pillows. A bucket with chilled champagne was on hand with two glasses.

"Love to." He let her go, watching as she retrieved some strawberries and set them nearby their pallet.

He popped the champagne and filled their glasses.

"What should we toast to?" He asked.

"To the longest waited first date ever." She tapped her glass against his. "And how happy I am to finally be here with you."

Liam held her gaze as he downed his glass. He set it to the side and pulled her back in his arms. "Nowhere near as happy as I am."

****************

A few ships over, Olivia lowered her binoculars. 

“The date seems to be going well.” She whispered.

“Do you think she can be trusted?” Hana asked. 

“There’s only one way to know for sure.” Olivia passed the binoculars to her accomplice. “We need to dig up all we can on the viscountess and queen from Monterisso as well as everything I can on Auvernal’s monarchs.”

“If Liam falls in love with her,” Hana took a deep breath, “it will hurt him horribly if we discover she is using him.”

“He’s already been through so much.” Olivia murmured. “I don’t want to be the one to deliver news like that to him.”

“But we promised Riley we would investigate Elisse.” Hana shifted. “Do you think she is wrong about suspecting her?”

“I--” For the first time, Olivia doubted they needed to spy on Elisse. “I honestly don’t know.” 

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4.6k, T, Peter Parker/Johnny Storm (ao3)

Spiderman likes Johnny. Like likes him. And he thought Johnny felt the same. He wasn't wrong, but Johnny like liked someone else, too. Someone he actually wanted to pursue, over Spiderman.

Unfortunately that someone is Peter Parker.

However, after a terrible misunderstanding, Johny isn't too keen on seeing either Peter or Spiderman; the longer this confusion left unresolved, the more Johnny's hurt would fester. Can Peter find a way to make Johnny listen?

           Peter stares at his phone, hoping that Johnny will reply to one of the many, many messages he sent over the past few days before Peter continues with his latest and most idiotic plan. Seeing the most recent one – Torch, please, the cold shoulder is ridiculous – still left on read, no sign of typing dots appearing, Peter forfeits any intervention from the other man. Squaring his shoulders, Peter drops from the building’s ledge.

           Thwack!

           He swings, climbing higher and higher, towards the most intimidating and heavily fortified building on 42nd street.

           The Baxter Building never felt less welcoming. And Peter could blame Johnny, but deep down he knew whose fault it was. Who could have prevented such a Galactus-level misunderstanding. Could have deterred this crisis if he were braver.

           Like any normal night, Peter traipsed through the air space above horrendous New York City traffic. The lights blurring underfoot with each completed arc. Peter journeyed uptown, nearing Central Park. And as he decided between left and right, a fiery bullet sped past and swept the board for a third answer. Peter followed Johnny’s trail, crawling up the brickwork of a nearby building that overlooks the park.

           “Torch!” he crowed, watching as his friend touched onto the roof. Flames extinguished like a rolling wave, from the tips of his toes until sparks flew off his bleached curls. Brown eyes, warm like hot cocoa, lit up at hearing his nickname; a wide grin cracked his face like an egg. The yolk pouring out and sizzling on Peter’s frying pan heart. Each added beat like an extra click on a stove, turning up the heat.

           “Spidey,” Johnny said, gripping his hand for a quick shake, then dragging him into a one-armed hug, “Just the bug I’m lookin’ for.”

           “Not a bug…” he mumbled, too aware of how in such a loose hold their chests were flushed together. He broke the embrace, sidestepping the other hero. Giving Johnny a wide berth for Peter’s sanity. “So… what do you need? Interdimensional incident? Rescue mission? …Prank?”

           Johnny, in a rare show, adopted a more bashful pose. His smile shrunk to half its size, teeth hiding as his lips fell over them like a curtain. Head bowed, he focused on the embers dancing out of his fingertips. A nervous habit Ben mentioned in passing once that Peter never saw until then. “Well… it’s nothing that serious,” he started, not looking at him anymore. “But it’s still important and I’d – excuse me,” he cleared his throat, voice scratchy suddenly, “I’d appreciate if you and I could… talk?”

           At least three different quips flit through his mind. He swallowed them all. Peter didn’t need a Spider-Sense to know that his ribbing wouldn’t be appreciated. Instead, he reached forward. Clapped Johnny on the shoulder, startling him so brown eyes looked into white lenses. He mirrored Johnny’s expression, even if it was pointless. “You know I’m always here for you Johnny,” he said, “whatever it is…” Then, since he couldn’t help himself. “Even if you decided to give up superheroing for a quiet, boring life on a farm far away from your favorite webslinger… I’m sure I’d understand. Somewhat.”

           Snickering, Johnny whacked his hand off. “I can’t believe you…”

           “Yeah, you’re right,” Peter huffed, “I’d probably make sure you weren’t a Skrull first.” Mood lightened, Peter plopped onto a nearby air vent. “So? Spill it hot stuff!”

           Johnny stiffened at the nickname, a sign Peter should have taken for what it was. Like deer fleeing the woods, the smell of smoke not reaching your nose yet. Or being on a boat, sky clear and blue, although there’s a charge in the air. Disaster was at hand.

           “What?”

           “Spidey…” He turned, facing the park. His shoulders drooped with a deep breath, tension leaking out as he looked off into the distance. “You can’t call me that anymore.”

           “Johnny,” Peter stood, “What’s –“

           “You can’t call me hot stuff, and you… you can’t flirt with me. Not anymore.” Heavy ultimatums that hurt worse than a lashing from Doc Oc or ten-thousand volts from Electro. “I just… I can’t take it.”

           Peter stumbled, at a loss for words. In time, he strung together a few. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, shame coiling tight and cold in his stomach. “I never meant to make you uncomfortable… if I overstepped boundaries or – or read things wrong –“

           “No, that’s just it,” Johnny said, finally facing him again. Laughing, bittersweet and beautiful. Church bells during a funeral. “It’s not because I’m uncomfortable… far from it, actually.”

           “Then…” Peter’s tongue felt useless, hanging on by a thread. “Then… why?”

           “I want something more,” he confessed, “More than… than what this is. This – this confusing partnership-slash-friendship-slash… whatever.” Johnny dragged a hand across his face, steam twisting around his fingers. “Fuck, I want a relationship. And I think I found someone who can give that to me?”

           “Really,” Peter asked, defiant. Banging his fists on the subway car as it lingered in the station. “Johnny if you want that… all you had to do was say so! What could they give you that I can’t?”

           “A name, for starters.”

           Peter visibly flinched, fight crumbling into sand.

           “A face,” he continued, “friends I can meet… family he can introduce me to. Co-workers who, when I show up and surprise him for lunch, can go ‘is that Johnny Storm, the Human Torch’ he can say ‘no that’s Johnny Storm, my boyfriend’.” Johnny’s knees shook, but he remained standing. “We’ve known each other for years, and you still haven’t shown me your face. Don’t you… don’t you trust me? How can you like me, but not trust me?”

           There’s no answer he can give that would make Johnny happy. Peter crashed into the air vent, mindful of the newly formed dent. Glad for the mask in such a moment. Johnny can’t see his face. He can’t see his pain. But he can definitely hear it. “Well… good for you, I guess,” he sniffed, leaning on his knees, “this lucky guy gave you a name? What is it?”

           Johnny, softening into another timid display, shifted on his feet. “You actually know him,” he said. Bouncing, like he would rather fly off than tell Peter who he lost to. Who Spiderman lost to. “I… I don’t want to make it awkward.”

           “It won’t be awkward.” A rushed promise he cannot necessarily keep. Pettiness flowed through his body like blood, and if given a name Peter will devote time on his already busy schedule to messing with whoever cut in on the funny little dance between him and Johnny. “I swear,” he lied.

           Johnny arched a doubtful brow. “Okay,” he relented, sighing, “it’s… you know that guy?”

           “I know tons of guys.”

           “No, this one – he works for the Bugle,” Johnny lifted his hands, holding onto air in front of his face. He closed one eye, and a finger twitched. He imitated a click and shutter with his lips, capturing Peter’s utter disbelief in a fake photograph. “The one who gets all your good sides, who made that book about you? Peter Parker?”

           “Oh,” he said, “…him?”

           Of course.

           Peter quietly traipses the Baxter Building, sticking within the shadows. Reflecting on the sheer coincidence and misfortune that Peter wound up on opposite ends of a love triangle. Johnny Storm dead smack in the center of a one-sided tug-of-war.

           He should have noticed, though. How Johnny warmed up to Peter recently, after they reconnected. Not necessarily running in the same circles during high school – Johnny home-schooled and a celebrity, Peter barely given a second glance when out of costume – they crossed paths every now and then. On assignment for the Bugle at a swanky function or in the streets, coincidentally. Peter, by virtue of being himself, immediately irked the teenage Wicker Man. Every conversation between them, in the past, filled with sniping comments and waxy fakeness.

           Not like Spiderman and the Human Torch got along then, either. Hormones, insecurity, and superpowers did not mix well. Both of them caught in the resulting explosion meant awkward and difficult team-ups.

           But time went on. Peter and Johnny barely saw each other, and Spiderman and the Human Torch learned how to set aside their differences. They actually became friends. Best friends. And something more he couldn’t speak aloud.

           Then Johnny entered Peter’s life again. “Wow,” he muttered, gaze scrolling down his body, “you… look bigger.”

           Not really. He stopped wearing baggy sweaters, bottle-coke glasses he didn’t need, and cut the mop on his head. But Johnny never saw Peter in a shirt that actually fit him.

           Still, even with the chapter on puberty closed, Peter figured first impressions were made and set in stone. As himself, Johnny considered Peter a friendly but often annoying fly that buzzed around. Entertained because who would harm a fly besides a sociopath. Jokes laughed at because it was better than letting an awkward silence linger. Or passionate rants suffered through because Johnny blocked whatever Peter said, mind thinking about a million other things. When Peter slipped, flirting in a way only Spiderman did with Johnny, he figured Johnny’s response more a reflex.

           It was all intentional. That never occurred to him. Stunned, Peter strategically retreated from the rooftop conversation with Johnny. Stuttering through an excuse, he tripped over the building’s ledge and nearly splat onto the sidewalk if he hadn’t shot a web at the last second. He ignored Johnny’s calls as he fled through the night.

           Now Johnny ignores his calls. Peter’s. Spiderman’s. Both men having pissed off the fiery hero in a horrible, but foreseeable, misunderstanding.

           “Johnny…” Peter reaches his window, peering inside, “where are you my little firefly…” Nothing moves. He tries pushing on the glass, finding it uncharacteristically locked. “Dammit…”

           There’s no getting in that way.

           Peter abandons Johnny’s window, hurrying. Sprinting, building speed, so when he jumps, he rolls his landing on the roof.

           Johnny may have blocked his usual entrance, but Peter doubts he remembers this one. Used in the beginning, when Peter and the Fantastic Four were still strangers. If there was an emergency and Peter needed help, he would sneak in through this exhaust tunnel. Security minimal given the tight squeeze.

           While a fifteen-year old Spiderman could easily slip in like Santa, with his current, adult body, Peter barely manages. Except he doesn’t exit where he usually does. While wiggling through the musty, ashen chute, Peter hears the metal creak and groan. Something pops and pings. His Spider Sense fritzes a second too late.

           He drops down. Not into Reed’s lab, like he expected. The ceiling breaks, Peter landing on his stomach while a cloud of foul dust trails behind him. “Gah…” he whines, checking for any broken bones, “this totally won’t help with my apology…”

           “You don’t know the half’a it, bug.”

           Seizing, Peter follows the noise. He spots Ben Grimm standing in front of a door frame, nearly eclipsing it with his orange, rocky frame. Flanked by Sue and Reed, the three other members of the Fantastic Four glare at him as if he were Doctor Doom.

           “Hey,” he croaks, speaking around the lump of fear lodged in his throat, “nice seeing you all… Sue, did you do something with your hair? It’s been forever since you’ve braided it.” She folds her arms over her chest, flicking the tightly woven coils over her shoulder. “Johnny told you what happened, didn’t he?”

           Reed’s arm shoots forward, trapping him. Squeezes bruised ribs while dangling him over the shattered remains of a coffee table he hadn’t noticed during his fall. A pinata with three-very candy crazed children circling like sharks.

           “I’ll take that as a yes.”

           Peter curses, checking off another box on his bingo card of bad luck. One more and he’ll have five in a row.

           He’d been avoiding Johnny. As Peter and Spiderman. Mainly by spending every moment of free time in costume, swinging through the streets. Never stopping for too long, only when an emergency struck. Sometimes not even then. Once, he spotted a few robbers pounding pavement by Hudson Yards. He swung in with a kick, knocking a bad guy into the water; flicked his wrist two more times and stuck the accomplices to nearby posting. Peter carried on with his patrol.

           All that time as Spiderman meant a few things. He barely slept, staying at his apartment for a few short hours since Johnny knew where he lived. The costume became a second-skin, too. Lines became blurred, and there were moments where Peter thought he wore his mask when he wasn’t. Making faces that were visible and embarrassing. Miming, lifting imaginary fabric before he ate. Almost firing a web off without changing.

           But when he wore the costume, he forgot it was even there.

           Like the miserable morning Johnny caught him.

           Peter woke up in bed, cold. The blanket fell off him in the night, and his tattered suit lain over his desk chair. Damaged after a fight with the Vulture. Overwhelmed by the criminal because his thoughts were elsewhere, taking damage normally avoided. Battle longer than he expected, Peter slumped into his apartment late at night. Stripping with the little energy he had left and collapsing on the bed in his Spiderman boxer-briefs.

           And his mask.

           Yawning, Peter shuffled out of his bedroom and into his kitchen. He checked his phone, delighted at the rare peacefulness that came from his schedule being clear. With only an appointment late in the afternoon, Peter decided he should treat himself with a nice breakfast. A big breakfast.

           Or eggs, as they were the only items in his fridge not expired.

           Peter grabbed a pan and started cooking.

           Although it took seconds for his mind to wander, Peter still a little sleepy. Turning the burner on low, he groped behind for his phone again. Peter opened his Spotify app and hit shuffle, smiling when the first song came on. “The classics…” he sighed, hips shaking with the beat. Wyclef John started his intro, Peter mouthing along. Never missing a single lyric. Body awkwardly following behind, embarrassingly so. An insult to Shakira.

           He shuffled through a few more songs while in his kitchen, enjoying himself. Forgetting about his past worries. Nothing mattered except his breakfast, the music, and him.

           While the eggs cooled on a plate, Peter freed himself from the stove and began dancing around the apartment. Hopping, throwing his arms up, and singing wildly off-key as Patrick Stump transitioned into the ending for ‘What a Catch, Donnie’.

           As all the layered vocals crescendo, Peter sensed movement out the corner of his eye. He looked, and immediately tensed.

           Johnny, de-flamed and holding a bouquet of Amaryllis, gaped through the open window by his fire escape. They stared for an obscene amount of time, enough for Peter to realize he was practically naked save for his underwear and mask.

           His mask.

           “Johnny,” Peter started, wincing as his phone continued playing. Britney’s voice echoing in the apartment. “I can explain…”

           The trance broke. Johnny screwed his mouth shut in an ugly frown, eyes blazing. Skin smoking. The flowers he carried were immolated in his grasp. Peter mournfully watched ashen petals fall; they were his favorites.

           “I… I can’t believe you, Spidey.” Johnny stormed into the apartment, blonde afro enflamed. “You… you fucking asshole.”

           “What?”

           “You fucking prick!” He shoved Peter, tipping him over and onto the couch. Floating above, Peter could only stare as the other hero spiraled in front of him. “You are the worst fucking friend – you… you… you couldn’t let me have this? Not if it wasn’t you? You promised.” His voice cracked, the shards stabbing Peter’s heart. Tears boiled, droplets becoming steam on his cheeks. “But you fucked me over you selfish asshole.”

           “What?” Peter asked, gasping for breath. His chest was too tight, no air getting in. Squashed under a heavy boot of regret, watching Johnny breakdown because of him. “I… whatever you’re thinking, it’s –“

           “No, I don’t want to hear it,” he growled, fists flaming. “You can’t spin yourself out of this web, not after catching you here. Catching you post-fuck with Peter. Making him breakfast while he… while he what? Sleeps? Because you’re an awesome lay?” Johnny glared at the closed bedroom door, yelling. “Fuck you Peter Parker!” Then, at Spiderman. “And fuck you, too. Friendship over.”

           He flew, Peter numbly calling after him. Stopping at the window’s edge, fear keeping him from thwapping out. Chasing Johnny so he can explain. Johnny’s exit must have drawn someone’s eye. If they saw Peter leaving in his Spiderman costume, the puzzle would complete itself.

           Which is why he’s here. Hoping he could trap Johnny in the Baxter Building, surprise him with an explanation. Of how Peter, being Spiderman’s friend, let him crash in his apartment while he visited his aunt. Besides the truth, it’s the best excuse he can create.

           And he can’t say the truth, obviously.

           “Listen,” Peter struggles in Reed’s grasp, “I’m here in good faith.”

           “Somehow I don’t believe that…” Ben says, grinding his fist in an open palm. The sound grates on Peter’s nerves.

           “No, really,” he says, “I – I came to apologize to Johnny. Explain what he saw –“

           “He saw enough,” Sue says, stepping forward. Like her brother, a fire burned in her eyes. Except without the actual pyrotechnics, her quiet anger scared Peter more. “You should leave, Spiderman. Only contact us if there’s an emergency – even then… we better be the last heroes you try.” She sighs, pinching her brow. Like he gave Sue a migraine by existing. “Y’know, Johnny really liked Peter.”

           “I know, I know –“

           “And yet you still went behind his back?” Ben scoffed, “What a friendly neighborhood spider…”

           Peter groaned, head thrown back. “I didn’t sleep with Peter!” he shouts, swinging, “I couldn’t sleep with Peter!” Choking, he bites his lip. The latter half of his statement spoken in complete exasperation, afterthought barging in only when his teeth clacked on the ‘r’.

           Three doubtful sets of eyes stare at him. “Sure,” Ben says, “You couldn’t. So… you still wanted to?”

           “No!” he says, trembling, “No, I – it’s like you said, Johnny liked him. What kind of friend would I have been if I had… Peter’s not my type, anyway. Too much of a nerd and – and God, he has the worst taste in everything. Such a scaredy cat, too, never takes a risk…” Cramming more of his foot in mouth, Peter switches tactics seeing the heroes grow angrier at his self-deprecation. “Peter wasn’t even in the apartment when Johnny was there?” he tries, weakly. Unconvincingly. “He was at his aunt’s?”

           “Can I hit him?” Ben asks the others, “Please? No one’ll even see the bruise!”

           “No, Ben,” Reed tells him, releasing Peter. Dropping him onto the broken table pieces again. He arches a judgmental brow at Peter, “We’re better than cheap shots.”

           Panic sets in. Peter rushes forward, slamming against an invisible barrier. Sue’s mouth thins as she pushes, Peter digging his heels in. “No,” he says, straining, “no I can’t leave without talking to him.”

           “You have no right,” Sue says, using both hands as she fights with him. He slides backwards, losing. “He doesn’t want to see you. Not tonight, not ever again. You ruined any chance he has with Peter.”

           “I’m… not…” he says, “he’s… ruining his chance –“

           “Oh yeah!” Ben snickered, “And how’s that?”

           “Because I’m Peter!”

           Peter slams onto his face, the invisible wall disappearing. Pain barely registers over the shock at revealing his identity to the others. They all gape at Peter, feeling the same cocktail of emotions that stir inside him. “W-what,” Sue whispers, “you – you can’t…”

           A thought surfaces. He could leave, and Johnny’s family could reason Peter’s response as the throes of desperation taking hold. Crazed response carrying little weight.

           But this might be his only chance. Johnny would hear the others’ recount, and then nothing he'll ever say could fix their issues. Another misunderstanding tearing at frayed cord.

           In the space between blinks, Peter decides one secret he spent so hard protecting was worth nothing if it meant an eternity suffering in icy solitude.

           Swallowing his fear, he scrambles up. Tears off his mask in one swoop, dropping it in the wreckage. “I’m Peter Parker,” he says. Puffs his chest with false bravado, when every logical bone in his body tells him to deflate. “I’ve always been Peter Parker, from the very beginning.” Before they could respond, he shuffles close. With wide eyes, he works through his nerves and says, “Please, let me see Johnny. Let me explain to the hotheaded idiot that I’m kinda in love with.”

           “…You’re only kinda in love with me?”

           Johnny stands in the doorway once blocked by Ben. He’s dressed sloppily, in sweatpants and a hoodie Peter never saw before. Stained with an innumerable amount of foods Peter bets they could stock a fridge with. “Peter,” he drifts forward, “you’re… wow.” Giggling, Johnny scratches at his neck. “Only kinda in love, huh?” he repeats.

           “Well,” Peter says, “I – uh… it might’ve been more. The whole way. But then you chose some other guy –“

           “You were the other guy.”

           “And you ran off, before I could offer you some of my eggs.” He blanches, the ruddiness on his cheeks obvious without fabric covering them. “My breakfast,” he amends, “My… yeah.” Peter fiddles his thumbs, wincing. “I’m really sorry you had to see that. And for making you think – by not telling you –“

           “About your secret identity,” Johnny finishes for him. Irritation creeps onto his face, hardening the soft glow in his eyes. “You realize all this could have been avoided if you told me on that rooftop, right?”

           “I am aware, yes.”

           “Okay.” He frowns, hand hovering between them. Like he wants to reach out but can’t. Not yet. “You came here then, to clear this all up?” Johnny asks, “Tell me the truth?”

           The lies bubble up easily. Practiced in dancing around reality, Peter can give Johnny exactly what he wants to hear. Brush this entire evening under a rug and move on.

           But that’s not how they should begin this. Johnny knows his secret – should have known it much earlier than this. Brought in on Peter’s terms when the other hero wasn’t furious with him. If he chose the easy road paved with falsehoods, they won’t go far.

           “No,” he confesses, studying his feet. Unworthy of Johnny’s beautiful face. “I wasn’t. I was gonna sell you on an awful lie, hoping you’d buy it, and then find you as Peter and… turn you down.” Johnny splutters from nearby, Peter continuing despite it. “Suggest you try Spiderman, because he really likes you – I really like you. And being with you as Spiderman than as… as regular ol’ Peter was… it’s all I thought I could have.”

           “It didn’t have to be,” Johnny finally crosses the divide. Grabs Peter’s hand, squeezing it. His gaze trails up, finding Johnny’s warm face shining with a sunny expression. “I’d gladly have all of you… if you trust me.”

           “Johnny…” Peter figures he’ll be spilling more than one secret tonight. “It was never about trust. I trust you with – well, with everything.”

           “Except –“

           “Except I was so scared!” he blurts out, squeezing Johnny’s hand. “I’d think about what it’d be like, letting you in on my double life. But then my brain would always focus on what could go wrong. You date me – the world will know about us. Whether it’s Peter and you or Spidey and you… What if we kiss while in costume, and someone snags a picture? People will think I’m a homewrecker and you’re a no-good cheat. Or they’d figure things out, put two and two and you and me and me together. And if that doesn’t miraculously happen… well, you know how villains love kidnapping loved ones. They could surprise me midway through a costume change and my secret’d be everywhere. I… your family can protect themselves, but mine can’t. If I didn’t have to worry about my friends, my aunt… you understand, don’t you?”

           Johnny smiles, using their joined hands to drag Peter into a hug. Lips brush against his ear, chuckling. “Yeah… I understand. I always did speak Spider better than every other hero…” Peter nuzzles at Johnny’s neck, wondering at how fantastic it feels standing together like this. “Man,” he continues, mumbling, “can’t believe I never realized. It’s so obvious.”

           “Imagine how obvious it’d be if we were on every magazine, trending on Twitter.”

           “Then what does that mean for us? Are you still scared?”

           Peter clears his throat. “Terrified. Of what being in a relationship with you will mean, and how things will change… but, somehow, the idea that you’d never be in my life again scares me even more. Given the options… I’d always pick you.”

           Johnny collapses in his arms, Peter grateful for his super strength. “That’s a relief,” Johnny tells him, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you told me all this and still rejected me.” He stiffens, leaning out of the embrace. “I wouldn’t expose you, of course. Never. Not even if Jameson held me captive, threatening me with a bad dye job and an eternity of bad press – your secret’s safe with me, Peter.”

           “With all of us,” Sue adds, reminding them of her presence. She, Reed, and Ben watched them from the sidelines. Ben hides behind his hand, shoulders trembling. “I hope you can forgive how we acted, Peter –“

           “It’s all good,” he says, “you were looking out for Johnny. I get it.”

           “Family looks out for each other,” Johnny says. He shifts, arm sliding as he tucks Peter into his side. “And since you’re practically family, that means we’ll keep an eye on everyone you’re worried about and make sure they stay safe, too.”

           A smile forces itself onto his face, “You really mean it?”

           “You trust me right?”

           “Of course.”

           “Then what else do you need?”

           For the first time, Peter happily acts on his first instinct. His hand snakes around the hoodie’s collar, bunching it in his grip. “This.” He pulls Johnny down, slotting their mouths together.

           Fire slowly burns over his skin from where they meet, Peter delighting in the burn. He sometimes wondered what it felt like using Johnny’s powers. Body tingling, lighter than air, and hotter than ever, Peter thinks this is the closest he’ll get without flying through cosmic rays.

           They part, foreheads pressed. Johnny flutters his eyes open, the light shining there changing. Regarding Peter differently, combining two halves and seeing the entirety of his being. Knowing him, truly.

           “Wow,” he gasps, “if that’s all you need, feel free to do that whenever.”

           Peter will hold Johnny to that.

           There are other things that need attending, first. Ben groans, drawing them from their little cocoon. “Great,” he says, slapping his forehead, “I thought the pining was bad, but this? We’ll never get anything done now!”

           Johnny hisses, glaring past Peter at the others. “Can we get a little privacy, please?”

           “We’ll get out of your hair hot shot,” Sue says, corralling Reed and Ben through a different exit. “Remember though,” she sings, “if you plan on going to your room, keep your door open!”

           “Sue!”

           She snuffs the fireball with a simple thought, arching a stern brow. “Try that again and I’m taking away your Spiderman privileges.”

           Johnny knocks their heads together, whistling a low, sad tune. “Sue, please…” Sue leaves without any further teasing, only Johnny and Peter in the living room now.

           They don’t move. Content standing, loosely embracing, in a moment Peter wishes could last forever. It won’t. Peter’s exhaustion bears down, no longer shielded from it by adrenaline. He’ll leave soon and fall asleep in an empty bed. Wake the next morning doubting if this actually happened. Only believing when Johnny texts him something stupid yet charming, stoking the fires within his heart. Keeping it lit, chasing off any shadows that might hang over their future.

           Because right now, they’re Spiderman and the Human Torch. Peter Parker and Johnny Storm. Amazing and Fantastic.

           And together. Finally, blessedly together.

[go-gently-please]

cherry ~ vampire!au (part 4)

~ pairing: human!BTS x vampire!OC

~ genre: vampire!au, smut, angst (kinda), sprinkles of fluff

~ summary: you finally give in to the boy’s temptations, starting with the two that started it all. you guessed it: you’re in trouble.

~ warnings for this chapter: sub!taehyung, bondage, teeny bit of pet play, assplay, fellatio, slight dom!hoseok, blood, sub!jimin, femdom, edging, impact play, prostate milking

~ a/n: thank you all for your patience!! i feel like tae’s smut scene is a little dry but bear with me! jimin’s scene should be better :)

links in masterlist!

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Taehyung had gorgeous hands. They were prettier than yours, honestly.

His warm honeyed skin was always decorated with silver bracelets and rings, glinting, accenting bulging veins. His nails were always shiny and neatly clipped, leading down to long, slim fingers. You'd fantasized multiple times about what those fingers could do. His skin was always baby-soft, too. He must’ve moisturized with coconut oil or something.

It really was a shame you had to tie them up.

“Do you have to?” Taehyung whined, arms up above his head as you worked diligently to secure them to the headboard. He still had his pants on, but his top half was bare.

“Mm hm.” You hummed cheerfully, tightening the ropes around his wrists with a final tug.

“Try that.” You said.

Taehyung yanked on the restraints, straining against the ties, but they stayed put. He looked beautiful lying there, hair fanned out across the pillow, tan body dark against the whiteness of the sheets. You ran your eyes over the expanse of his smooth skin, the alluring shape of his lips, the fluttering of his long lashes. The fucker had a nose that looked like it was sculpted by Greek gods.

A pretty black collar was around his neck, and the chain connected to it was grasped tightly in your other hand. He wasn’t going anywhere.

You closed the gap between your two bodies, leaning down close enough to feel his radiating heat.

“I can’t wait to play with you.” You purred in a sultry voice.

Taehyung tried to hide it, but he noticeably shivered.

Your hand slid up his torso, coming up to grab at his collar, pulling him closer. You loved his soft body. No, he didn't have sculpted abs like Jungkook or Jimin, but his squishy tummy had a special place in your heart. Not that he was out of shape by any means. Oh no no no. He had the tiddies of a Michelangelo-crafted marble statue.

You pressed sweet, open-mouthed kisses to the skin below his navel, nibbling and biting gently.

“You're so beautiful, Taehyung.” You murmured against his stomach.

He immediately blushed, trying to hide his face in the pillow, but the restraints wouldn't let him.

Chuckling at his shyness, you dragged your fingernails up and down his skin, making him break out in goosebumps.

“You've been waiting for this, haven't you?” You said, bringing your hands up to tease his nipples.

Taehyung twitched at the stimulation, twisting and squirming on the bed.

Aw, he’s so sensitive.

“Yes.” He breathed out as you started to roll them between your fingers.

“You've been waiting for me to touch you, haven't you?”

Soft gasps fell from his mouth, which was hanging open like a panting dog. He was staring down at your working fingers like he was hypnotized, hanging onto anything and everything you wanted to do to him.

“Hmm?” You pressed, waiting for his response.

He nodded, still looking down at your hands on his chest.

“Speak up, bubba.” You ordered, and his expression changed upon hearing his nickname.

You had nicknames for all the boys. Yoongi was honey boy, or Yoongles if you were trying to annoy him. Namjoon was your little moonchild, or sometimes smarty pants when he was being extra clever that day. Hoseok and Jungkook were sunshine and bunny, for obvious reasons. Jin was either charming or handsome, depending on how flirtatious he was feeling. Jimin’s nickname was already Chim Chim before they moved in, you simply adopted it, but the term mochi was something only you called him. And Taehyung was your bubba, your little tiger cub.

“Yes, I've been waiting.” He said in a hushed voice.

“Waiting for what?” You spoke through a wicked smile, very much enjoying making him flustered.

His cheeks turned an adorable shade of red.

“Waiting to…” He paused, flexing against the ropes. “Waiting to be your sex toy.”

You grinned.

“Good boy.” You rewarded him with a caress along his chest, but his incessant squirming told you that he wanted more.

“You’re very impatient, you know that?” You said.

“You would be too if you had a beautiful woman practically sitting on top of you.”

You narrowed your eyes and smiled sarcastically, tilting your head to one side.

“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” You said.

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“It’s called a compliment.”

You pinched his nipple hard.

“Ahh!” Taehyung cried out, yanking against the ropes, trying to sit up only to be tugged back down on the bed.

“Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“So is mercy!” Taehyung shot back, eyes already pleading.

“Oh honey, you’ll find out very quickly that mercy isn’t on my agenda.”

A twinge of fear immediately seeped into the brown of his eyes, and he audibly gulped while tugging on the restraints.

Chuckling, you pushed yourself off the bed to cross over to the closet storing all your toys.

“Hmm, what should I use on you?” You thought aloud, stroking your chin for dramatic effect. You were facing away from him, so Taehyung couldn't see your hands as they reached into one of the many drawers and pulled out a small smooth object. You wrapped your fingers around it, hiding it from view.

“What are you holding?” Taehyung asked, sounding worried, sitting up as much as the restraints would allow.

With one hand, you flipped him over on his stomach, kneeling on the bed beside his body.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Taehyung was squirming in protest, but you grabbed his leash and yanked on it gently, causing him to freeze obediently.

You smiled. What a good boy.

“I wanna try something on you.” You said, barely loud enough for him to hear. You reached out to show him a glimpse of what was in your hand. He let out a soft gasp upon realizing what it was.

“I-I’ve never tried that before.” He admitted.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can always-”

“No, no, I want to.” He insisted, shifting on the bed.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure? You know that everything we do is up to you.” You rubbed his shoulder with your free hand.

Taehyung gulped, whether it was from your touch or from the idea of what you wanted to do to him, you weren’t sure.

“I want to.” He said, voice firm and determined.

With a light smile, you leaned forward to place your lips an inch away from his throat, using one hand to hold the side of his neck.

“What’s your safeword, pet?” You whispered, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on his skin.

Taehyung’s breathing was labored, you felt the rapid thrum of his pulse under your hand.

“Cherry.” He said.

You pressed a searing kiss to his neck.

“Good boy.”

You made quick work of his pants, practically ripping them off to reveal his full ass. Damn, is there a feature on him that isn’t perfect? Reaching into your bedside table, you grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer. You could hear his ever increasing heartbeat as you coated your fingers in the slippery liquid.

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat when he felt your fingertips dancing along his rim.

“Relax, bubba.” You breathed into his ear.

He melted like butter when you inserted the first finger, sighing deep and sinking into the mattress. He spread his legs further and ground his hips into the sheets beneath him, letting out the first moan when you were fully inside.

It always took you by surprise when you remembered how responsive humans were to your kind. If you thought they got worked up during feeding, that was nothing compared to during sex. You probably reeked of pheromones, sending him into a state of unparalleled horniness that surpassed an animal in heat.

Slipping in a second finger with ease, you watched as his eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open. You were taking it slow, being extra gentle with him, but he was becoming impatient.

“More.” He moaned, pushing back on your fingers.

“Patience, pet.” He buried his head in the pillow, groaning in frustration.

You pumped your fingers at a steady pace, stretching him out deliciously. Taehyung grew more and more plaint with every thrust.

Once you thought he was prepped enough, you slipped your fingers out and reached for the mystery object. A small, silver buttplug.

Taehyung whined at the loss of contact, but a sharp hiss immediately escaped his lips when he felt the cool metal against his rim.

“Is my good boy ready?” You whispered in his ear.

He nodded vigorously, trying to inch back. You gave him what he wanted, pressing the bulbous end of the plug inside him until it was fully inserted. It was small, a size for beginners, but the pressure it exerted on his prostate was just enough to keep him needy for more.

Taehyung sighed, easing further into the mattress. He was practically putty by now. Gently flipping him back over, you reached for-WHAT THE FUCK.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Taehyung noticed your sudden change in expression and looked around nervously.

“What? What’s wrong?” 

He was huge. One of the biggest men you’d ever seen, and you’d been alive for a very long time.

How’ve I never noticed this before? Then it clicked. His giant hands, that deep voice, the constant manspreading, the fact that he almost never wore tight pants. He had the biggest dick energy out of all the big dick energies.

“Tae...you’re fucking hung.” You said finally, still staring down at the spot between his legs.

Taehyung burst out laughing.

“Oh, thank god. I thought something was wrong. You were looking at me like I had a carrot for a penis.”

You chuckled, reaching out to inspect him further. Another hiss left him when you wrapped your hand around his length.

“Ah, ah, ah…” He muttered as you pumped him. Your fingers, still slick from the lube, slid along his shaft effortlessly, teasing his slit.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut. His back arched off the bed as he gripped the sheets in his bound hands.

“Moan for me.” Your voice was quiet, yet the authoritative tone sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine.

He obeyed, letting out a rich, guttural sound from deep within his throat when you cupped his balls. He was pulling on the restraints, growing more frustrated when they didn’t budge.

“Let me touch you, please.” He begged, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Nope, not on the agenda.”

Taehyung groaned and threw his head back.

“You’re evil.” He said.

“Just wait ten minutes, you’ll see how evil I can really be.” You reached for the lube, applying more so your hand was coated in it, and started to jerk him off at a more rapid pace. Now his cock was as slippery as a wet bar of soap.

Taehyung’s messy hair hung down in front of his eyes and stuck to his sweat-beaded forehead. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth slightly ajar as he tried to catch his breath.

A smirk darkened your features as you reached down to fiddle with the plug buried inside him, giving it a light tap before twisting it in your hand.

Taehyung’s whole body twitched; he was shaking like a washing machine on high.

“I-I’m close.” He stuttered out, the last part of his sentence cut off by a choked moan.

“Aw, already?” You said with exaggerated disappointment.

His voice grew louder and higher the closer he got to his orgasm, but you couldn’t let the fun be over so soon. Just as he was about to cum, you gave the base of his dick a quick squeeze before letting go completely.

Taehyung let his head fall back on the pillow and whined in frustration, viciously tugging on the restraints like he could free himself with sheer willpower alone. He came down from his near-high with shallow breaths and sat up as much as the rope would allow to look at you.

“So this is how it’s gonna be?” He asked, trying to make his voice strong and intimidating.

You smiled.

“It’s gonna be however I see fit.” You said, running your hands over his thick thighs.

He still had a hint of fear swimming in his eyes, uncertain if he should be excited or terrified.

Looking at his frightened expression, you couldn’t help but crack a genuine smile, the curtain on your strict facade parting.

“Alright, I guess I could be merciful. Just this once.” You said, snaking a hand up to once again grab his dick. Your fingers were inches away from his shaft when he interrupted you.

“Wait,” Taehyung blurted out.

You looked at him, slightly confused. His eyes were zeroed in on you with startling intensity, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place; a cocktail of yearning, lust, and hesitation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You stared at him for a good ten seconds, mouth opening and closing as you tried to find a response. You weren’t expecting him to want to kiss you, let alone ask.

“Uh, sure?” You said, cheeks now bright red.

Taehyung’s face lit up in a radiant smile. He sat up and moved to scoot closer, only to realize he was still tethered to the bedposts. He flashed you a desperate look, silently pleading.

“Come here,” He said, straining against the ties.

You obeyed, crawling on the bed to lean over his body. He reached up to touch your face, but the rope stopped him just before his fingertips could brush your cheek.

You were glad he was tied up. With you in such a flustered, taken-aback state, Taehyung could probably do whatever he wanted to you. With him restrained, you still had the upper hand.

Instead of touching you, Taehyung buried his face in the crook of your neck, nudging the material of your robe aside and breathing in your intoxicating scent. The tip of his nose followed the curve of your collarbone, your shoulder, the dips of your throat. Dragging his lips across your skin, light and teasing, he hummed contentedly.

You couldn’t take it. Not this, not with the way he was looking at you, or the way his heart rate had calmed from just the touch of your skin. It was too intimate, too much too fast. But you couldn’t just pull away without giving him what he wanted; he was being such a good boy for you, after all.

Fighting back the urge to rip yourself away from him, you straightened and smashed your lips against his.

Taehyung sighed into your mouth. He pressed his forehead to yours, furrowing his brows in his passion.

It was a strong, heated, intense kiss. If you had been standing you would’ve felt it in your knees.

You pulled away, your face even redder than it was before.

Taehyung looked like he was in a daze, sitting there with his eyes closed until he finally peeled them open like he was a kitten waking up for the first time.

Trying to calm your own rapid breathing, you lowered your face to paint a trail of kisses and love bites down his torso, starting at his chest all the way down to his waist. With one hand cupping his balls, you didn’t hesitate to take his cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his tip.

Taehyung’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His hands gripped the pillows beneath him, knuckles turning white as you skillfully rolled your tongue. He bucked his hips up, desperately chasing the release that you’d been denying him.

He was whimpering, now. The usual deepness of his voice was gone, replaced by high-pitched, pathetic little moans and whines.

You could tell by the way his breath hitched that he was close, so you gripped his thighs and signaled with your eyes for him to cum in your mouth.

He came undone with a squeak, body shaking and trembling under your hands, but you kept sucking.

Taehyung lifted his head to look down at you briefly, tears pooling in his eyes, making a surge of heat shoot directly to your core.

You continued to torture him, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other teased at the plug in his ass.

His head flopped back down on the pillow, completely helpless.

You decided to let him off easy this time, since he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. Letting go of his thighs, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and released him with a pop.

Once Taehyung’s breathing calmed, you began to untie the ropes winding around his wrists, wincing when you saw the red marks.

“It doesn’t hurt.” He said, noticing your distress.

The second he was free, Taehyung reached for you, hands moving to brush your robe aside. You grabbed them before they could make any attempts to reveal more skin than you were comfortable with. You intertwined your fingers, planting soft kisses along his knuckles.

A blush flowered on Taehyung’s cheeks.

“Can we cuddle?” He asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

You smiled and sank down on the mattress, letting him wrap his arms around you from behind. Can we kiss? Can we cuddle? You were endeared by the way he always asked for permission.

“You’re welcome to stay, but remind me why I’m the little spoon in my own bed?” You said.

Taehyung chuckled.

“Because you were in charge this entire time and this is my payment.” He said, squeezing you closer to his body.

“Maybe next time you’ll let me touch you.” The hope in his voice was very noticeable.

You scoffed.

“Not a chance.” You were serious. Even though you’d given in to the boy’s temptations, that didn’t mean you hadn’t set certain rules for yourself.

Rule #1: Only give, never receive. You’d please them, you’d fulfill their needs, but you’d feel bad if you ever used them for your own pleasure. It’d feel like having sex with someone drunk or drugged, you’d feel like you’d taken advantage of them. They were only attracted to you because of all your vampire hormones, after all.

Rule #2: Don’t let them touch you. Touch led to intimacy, something you definitely weren’t prepared for. Just keep it about sex and blood, no feelings involved. They let you feed off of them, and you repay them with sex. That’s fair, right?

He tensed at your reply.

“You mean…?” He began, a twinge of hurt in his tone. “There won’t be a next time?”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you want there to be a next time?” You asked.

He nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“Mm hm. Do you?” He replied.

“Absolutely. You’re fun to play with.” You couldn’t see his face but you were sure he was blushing again.

You felt him relax, tightening his grip as he rested his chin on your shoulder. His chest rumbled as he hummed.

“Your hair is so soft.” His voice was slurred, drunk with sleep, and you chuckled at his worn out state.

Just as his head went limp on the pillow, your stomach grumbled. You were starving after all that activity.

“Tae,” you said, looking over your shoulder to find him fast asleep.

Hm, guess I’ll have to find someone else to feed on. It was times like this when you were thankful that there were seven of them, there was never a shortage.

Slowly, carefully, you slipped out from Taehyung’s grip, replacing your body with a pillow. His collar jingled as he shifted, melting into the blanket that you pulled over him.

As you ventured into the hallway, you mulled over who you were craving. You wanted something strong, something that would energize you. Someone who liked it rough. There was only one person who’s flavor was bold enough to satisfy you right now: Hoseok.

You knocked on his door after tightening your robe around your body. Hoseok was one of the few boys that shared a room (other than Taehyung and Jimin), and you hoped that Jin wouldn’t be in there right now.

A voice called for you to come in.

He was sitting at his desk, legs wide in his signature manspread, wearing faded jeans and an oversized t-shirt. His ears were tucked into the backwards hat he was wearing.

He looked surprised to see you, or maybe it was because you were wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Luckily, the room was empty except for the two of you.

“Are you busy right now?” You asked.

Hoseok turned back to his desk and closed his laptop.

“Not anymore. What do you need?” He smiled at you, flashing his dimples.

“Hungry. Can I?”

He crossed his arms, a playful smirk replacing the pleasant smile.

“If you ask properly.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He never made it easy. If Hoseok sensed anything at all that would give him a bit of dominance over you, you best believe he’d use it to his full advantage.

“Hoseok, my sunshine, would you kindly allow me to drink your blood so I may quench my thirst?” You said in an exaggerated voice.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Is that sass I detect?”

“No.” You replied almost immediately. You knew that if you gave him even an inkling of a reason, he would deny you for as long as possible.

“Hmm.” He scanned you up and down.

“Sounds to me like it is. Well, if you aren’t going to ask nicely, you can go back to your coffin.” He swung around in his chair to face his desk again.

“Wait,” You blurted out, growing more desperate as the gnawing in your stomach intensified. Hanging your head, you let out a quiet, “please?”

He turned back around to face you, looking like he was judging your response.

“Come here.” He finally said.

You practically skipped over to him. Hoseok tapped his knee with one finger, and you hopped into his lap and straddled him. You moved to lean forward, but he stopped you.

“C’mon, I’m starving.” You whined.

“What’s the magic word?” He said, grinning smugly.

You glared at him, feeling your cheeks turn pink.

“Your face is heating up. Was it something I said?” Hoseok raised a cocky eyebrow. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You narrowed your eyes in an attempt to assert even a shred of dominance, but he wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, I’m in charge right now.” He said.

You pouted but gave in, at this point all you wanted was to eat.

“Yes, Sir.” You mumbled sarcastically.

“Don’t talk back.” He snapped.

Reluctantly, you pressed your lips together and stayed quiet, earning a smirk from Hoseok.

“Good girl.” He said.

You froze. Only a few people in your entire life could say they have called you that, and even less could say it went well for them. Only a handful of people, a select elite, were trusted by you with the role of dominant.

For those unsuccessful few that dared to call you anything other than terms that conveyed a level of respect, they found out very quickly that it would not be tolerated. They said it with an air of condescension, an arrogance that made you feel as if you were being talked down to. But when Hoseok said it, all it did was make butterflies flutter somewhere lower than your stomach. When he said it, it made you want more than anything to just give in and submit.

He reached up to pull down his shirt, exposing his neck.

“Bite me.” He commanded.

Buzzing with excitement, you reached up to take off his hat, letting his messy hair fall over his forehead, and pulled the material of his shirt aside even more so his collarbones were on display.

“Charlie.” Hoseok said suddenly, looking up at you.

“Yeah?”

His expression darkened, his once wide eyes turning serious.

“Don’t be gentle.” He said.

You smiled.

The sting was worse than he expected; you really weren’t going easy on him this time. You had one hand holding the side of his neck, keeping him in place, as you pierced your fangs deeper into his skin.

The taste was sharp and sweet on your tongue, like strawberries dusted with sugar. It felt like caffeine was being directly injected into your bloodstream.

Hoseok groaned, and you reached up to grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back to bare his throat even more.

Goddamn, he tasted good. You found yourself gulping him down like you were dying of thirst. In your haste, a few drops spilled from between your lips and rolled down his chest.

Hoseok clenched his fists at his sides, trying to resist gripping your waist and pulling you closer. But he held back. Even if he did have more of a dominant streak in him, he still wouldn’t touch you without your permission.

You slid your hand through his hair, massaging the nape of his neck as you increased your pace. He squeezed his eyes shut, mouth falling open in pure bliss.

“Cherry.” Hoseok said after a few minutes, finally reaching his limit.

You tore yourself away from him immediately. Your lips were still wet with blood, spilling from the corner of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

Hoseok was looking at you like you were a full moon on a clear night, pure, unobstructed wonder in his eyes. He watched, fascinated, as you swept the remaining blood from your chin and licked your fingers clean. You licked at his wound, helping it along in the healing process, and noticed that his shirt was stained.

“Sorry about your shirt. Got a little too excited.” You said.

Hoseok looked down at his chest, seeing the red splotches, and simply pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

You stared at him with wide eyes, scanning over his delicate shoulders, the dips of his clavicle and the curves of his biceps.

Holy shit, where has he been hiding those abs?! You should’ve known, he was a dancer after all.

He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were admiring me, Noona.”

The “Noona” was unnecessary. He still said it with a thick tone of smugness.

You snapped out of your daze, hopping off his lap and putting a reasonable distance between your two bodies.

Hoseok looked very pleased by your reaction. He spread his legs in a manspread again, nonchalantly scratching his smooth chest.

You wrapped your robe tighter around you, trying to paint an unbothered expression on your face.

“Go take your iron supplement, you nerd.”

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Jimin acted especially shy around you after your fiasco on the balcony. He had trouble looking you in the eye, he blushed whenever you entered a room, and he was noticeably quiet when you were involved in a conversation.

Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier. You’d never seen him this cheerful before. He was far more affectionate towards you as well, finding any excuse to lay a hand on your knee, your thigh, your shoulder.

Jimin had noticed.

You saw the way his eyes would sharpen whenever you and Taehyung were in the same room, searching for some sort of silent indication, all the words that went unspoken.

Three days after the balcony incident, he confronted you.

You were sitting at your desk at home, surrounded by a sea of empty coffee cups, when Jimin approached you with obvious determination.

“Charlie,” he began in a quiet voice so no one else could hear. “Can I talk to you in private, please?”

You looked up from your haphazard stack of papers and scanned him up and down, fighting a smile.

Jimin had just gotten back from dance practice, still flushed and sweaty, wearing a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts. You snuck a glance at his muscular arms, licking your lips not-so-subtly. You noticed that he was wearing his prescription glasses. They were dorky and slightly too big for his face and you loved them with all your heart.

“Did you lose your contact solution again?” You asked in a fake scolding voice.

He averted his gaze to the ground, looking like he was fighting the urge to scratch the back of his neck.

“Yes.” He admitted in a quiet voice.

“Can I talk to you, please?” Jimin said, gulping nervously when you looked at him over the rim of your reading glasses.

“About what, Chim?” You knew exactly what, you just wanted to watch him squirm.

Jimin’s eyes darted back and forth, looking at anything that wasn’t your face, cheeks turning pink.

“About...well, about...you know, about what happened on the balcony the other night.” He finally stuttered out.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to mull it over.

“Sure, let’s go in the hall.” You replied after a long pause.

He followed you in silence, right on your heels and almost close enough for you to feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“What’s up?” You asked once you were out of earshot, crossing your arms and leaning one shoulder on the wall.

Jimin was looking at the ground, wringing his hands and fiddling with his fingers.

“Taehyung told me about what happened between you two.” He said.

Oh shit. You should’ve known that Taehyung would spill, Jimin was his best friend, after all. You should’ve thought about how this would’ve affected Jimin. Here you are, fucking around with two men back to back, one of them completely in the dark about the other.

He must feel horrible, like I forgot about him or cast him aside in favor of someone else. God, I am so selfish.

“I’m sorry, Jimin, I really am. I don’t know, it just sort of happened. I wasn’t trying to go behind your back, I just—”

“Woah, woah, Charlie, calm down.” Jimin interrupted you, holding out his hands like you would to calm a feral animal.

“I’m not mad, I know you wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt me.” Jimin said, offering up a small smile. It disappeared a few moments later, replaced by a hesitant expression.

“I just...want to know how it’s going to be. You know, between us.” He still wasn’t looking at you.

“Well, that’s all up to you, sweetie.” You said, a little surprised by the way he was phrasing things. He was speaking as if he didn’t have any say in the matter, like every decision was supposed to be made by you.

He looked up at you with big, puzzled eyes.

“Up to me?” He said, obviously confused.

You nodded.

“Does me fooling around with Tae make you uncomfortable?”

“No! No, no. You make him really happy, it’s just…”

He trailed off, seeming to struggle to find the right words.

You scooted a little bit closer to him.

“I’m open to having multiple partners.” You said, breaking the silence.

He stared at you, slightly wide-eyed.

“Really?” He asked.

“Absolutely, I’ve done it before.” You replied casually, shrugging.

Jimin looked like he was thinking hard. You put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at you.

“What do you want, Jimin?” You asked.

There was a stretch of silence that lasted a good twenty seconds, then Jimin reached up to rest his hand on top of yours where it lay on his shoulder.

“I want to finish what we started on the balcony.” He answered finally.

You couldn’t help the smirk that crossed your features.

“Well then, meet me in my room at ten o’ clock tonight. We’ll most definitely finish what we started.”

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At ten o’clock on the dot, after much impatient waiting, Jimin raised his fist and knocked at your door. He stood there awkwardly, twisting the rings on his fingers as he tapped his foot on the wooden floor.

He’d spent hours grooming himself in preparation, washing, shaving, perfuming. He selected his outfit with painstaking detail, even though he knew it was going to be discarded soon after he arrived. Tight black jeans, a loose white tank top, dangly earrings and a silver chain. By the time ten o’ clock rolled around, he was practically buzzing with excitement.

When you answered the door, Jimin couldn’t stop his mouth from falling open. There you were, stood there wearing a short satin dressing gown and black stockings that stopped mid-thigh. You’d reapplied your makeup, going for an edgier look, complete with sharp winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick. Your hair was up in a ponytail, and Jimin knew what that meant. You only put your hair up when you were preparing to start on an important task, one that required your full attention; the sight sent him alight with anticipation.

“Come in.” You said, smiling mischievously.

Obeying immediately, Jimin crossed the threshold and watched as you shut and locked the door behind him.

“Take a seat.” You ordered, nodding towards the perfectly made bed.

This was the first time Jimin had been in your bedroom. He was blown away by the sheer size of it, and the fact that everything in it looked extremely expensive. The walls and the bed sheets were white, complemented by golden accents like the glowing chandelier and the swirling metal bed frame. He scanned the many, many bookshelves and their contents: leather-bound journals, old books with frayed spines, dusty vinyl records. He stared for the longest at the wall covered in nothing but photographs.

“I said, take a seat.” You barked when he took too long to do as you said.

He snapped out of it, hurrying over and plopping himself on the crisp sheets.

You gave a small hum of satisfaction, and then you reached up to shrug off your dressing gown. Underneath, you were wearing nothing but a tight, black long-sleeved leotard, a thick leather belt wrapped around your waist. Hanging from the belt was a riding crop. The outfit showed off every one of your curves, from your thick thighs to your voluptuous chest to the way your hourglass figure swelled and swooped in elegant lines. The clack from your red-bottomed heels echoed in Jimin’s ears as you crossed over to the door next to the closet.

“Do you have any experience with BDSM?” You asked.

Jimin blushed.

“A little.” He admitted shyly.

“Good, so you should know what these are.” You swung open the door to reveal your horde of sex toys, and Jimin’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“Let me help you figure out what you like, hm?” You began.

“I’m going to hold up an object, and you either shake your head or nod if you want to use it or not, okay?”

He nodded.

“Good. Let’s start with this.” You held up the riding crop hanging from your hip.

Jimin immediately felt his cheeks turn red and cursed himself for his inability to hold his composure, finally nodding in response. But you only smirked, letting go of the crop and letting it fall back into place.

You turned back to the small room and surveyed it’s contents. Your eyes landed on a small bullet vibrator, and you grabbed it and held it up.

Jimin nodded, feeling his heart rate start to increase.

You held up a blindfold, to which he shook his head at. He wanted to be able to see you, to see your beautiful body when you pleasured him, touched him.

You held up a ball gag. Another blush. You took that as a yes, tossing it on the bed where the bullet vibrator rested.

You held up a collar, he shook his head. You held up a spreader bar, he nodded. You held up nipple clamps, he shook his head.

“Have you ever had your prostate explored?” You asked curiously.

This time his whole face turned red. Jimin nodded slowly.

You grabbed a bottle of lube and held it up. He nodded again.

You smiled to yourself, what a good boy he was being for you.

You decided to save the strap on for later, starting out slow. Grabbing one last item, a pair of silk binding ties, you turned to face him, approaching the bed with slow steps.

“Lay back against the headboard.” You ordered.

Jimin obeyed, scooting back to lay down with head propped up like you’d instructed.

You climbed on top of him, hovering over his body as you began to tie his wrists to the bed frame.

Jimin let out a small whine. He wanted to touch you, to take care of your needs as well, but apparently you had different plans.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be needing your hands.” You said, tightening the final knot.

He tugged experimentally, only to find that the ties left little room for movement.

You went to work on his pants. He lifted his hips to help you shimmy them past his ass and yank them down his thighs, but you left them pooled around his calves, reaching down to palm him through his underwear.

His breath hitched as you stroked him, the fingers of your other hand dancing over his perineum. When he flexed against the restraints, the muscles in his arms bulged and strained.

You pulled the waistband of his underwear down just enough to let his cock spring free, pumping him to get him fully hard. With one hand still wrapped around his length, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up so his abs were on display. His stomach was rising up and down rapidly as he breathed.

“You’re gonna hold this between your teeth so I can see this pretty body of yours. If you let go, I’ll have to punish you.” Your voice left no room for interpretation.

Jimin obediently took the cloth in his mouth when you offered it to him, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was definitely being affected by you ordering him around.

Suppressing another smile, you reached for the bullet vibrator and pink ribbon that you’d placed off to the side. His cock now fully erect and twitching on his stomach, you used the ribbon to secure the bullet so it rested on his frenum, tying it in a neat little bow.

“Look how pretty your cute little cock looks all wrapped up.” You cooed at him as you stroked his thighs.

Jimin whimpered as you turned the vibrator on the lowest setting.

With a wicked grin, you pushed yourself off the bed and pulled his pants all the way off, tossing them aside. You secured the spreader bar to his ankles so he couldn’t close his legs.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you walked away from him.

Jimin let out a confused whine when you started to tidy up, eyes blown wide as they followed you around the room.

“You just sit tight, Jiminie.” You hummed a quiet tune to yourself as you put away all the scattered dirty clothes, organizing your bookshelves and cleaning the top of your desk.

He grew more and more frustrated by the minute. The vibrations were enough to stimulate him, but not enough to bring him anywhere close to the edge. He tugged on the restraints, twisting and turning on the bed.

At one point, he tried to turn over and rut against the sheets, but you were by his side in the blink of an eye, delivering a sharp thwack! with your riding crop.

“Ah ah ah, lie still.” You commanded as you tapped his thigh with the end of the crop, a silent warning.

Jimin groaned from deep in his throat and threw his head back, but did as you said.

After a few minutes, he was writhing in agony. He needed more, anything at all to end the dull, maddening buzzing. He moaned and whimpered into the cloth clenched between his teeth, trembling and pulsing with desperation.

You finally abandoned your tidying, turning back to stalk towards him, infuriatingly slow.

“Aww,” you murmured. “Is someone feeling needy?”

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, hissing when you grabbed the base of his dick.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You didn’t sound sorry. “I forgot how much love and attention my Jiminie needs.”

He instantly blushed at the word “my,” reveling in the indication that he was yours.

You leaned forward, intending to check the ties around his wrists, when Jimin abruptly sat up and smashed his lips against yours. He felt your whole body freeze for a split second, and then you were ripping yourself away from him.

Your eyes were wide, staring down at him in bewilderment.

Jimin had a big, smug smile painted on his face. He was clearly very pleased to have caught you off guard.

You sat there stuttering on your own words for a good few seconds; now it was your face that was turning red.

“Charlie, the vampire mistress, taken by surprise? I never thought I’d see the day.” Jimin quipped.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Jimin’s eyes landed on where your fists were clenched at your sides, and he gulped. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, he thought.

Before he could spit out an apology, you had harshly flipped him over so he was lying on his side, yanking his underwear down so his ass was completely visible and removing the bullet from his cock.

The crop came down on his left cheek, making him gasp and reel at the sting.

“You must really want to get punished, huh?” You growled, swatting him over and over with increasing force.

“To break one of my rules and pull a stunt like that? Unbelievable, what a brat.”

The sound of leather cracking against his skin echoed through the room, broken only by the occasional whimper and cry of pain. You knew he was enjoying this; his cock was dribbling with pre-cum.

After a while, Jimin’s ass matched the shade of his face: bright pink. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, eyes closed as he bit his swollen lips.

“You try to be in control but give up as soon as praise is in sight, hm?”

He flinched as the crop came barreling down again and again. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Charlie...please…” He begged, voice choked with sobs.

“Charlie? Don’t you have any respect for your elders?” You scolded with a particularly hard swat to the back of his thigh.

“Noona! Noona, please…it hurts.”

You checked his ass. It was still pink, not red yet, with no welts or bruises to speak of. You shook your head in feigned disappointment.

“What a whiny baby.” One more hit, and then you were attaching the crop back to your belt. You leaned forward to press your body flush against his, feeling his radiating heat and his rapid heartbeat.

“You did so well, Jiminie. I’m proud of you.” You purred, stroking his hair.

Jimin practically melted at the praise. He nudged his head into your hand like a cat desperate for affection, smiling softly and closing his eyes in content. You trailed your hand down to pet his cheek, humming to yourself.

“Hmm, I love it when you blush. You’re as pretty as a rose, Jiminie.”

He turned an even darker shade in response, shyly averting his eyes to the ground.

“You alright?” You asked.

He nodded, smiling so bright at you that you almost had to blink.

“Don’t stop.” He encouraged you.

With a smirk, you reached up to drag your hand up his chest, slipping your fingers into his mouth.

Jimin moaned around your digits, sucking, slurping as you stroked the roof of his mouth. You pulled them out with a pop and traced his plump lips with your spit-slick fingertips.

“Noona, please untie me.” Jimin begged sweetly, peering up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

“Nope.”

“But I want to touch you.” He was pulling at the ties as he whined.

“Come on, Jiminie, be a good boy.” Your voice held an aura of warning, and Jimin shut his mouth to avoid another punishment.

You tilted your head to the side in thought as you looked at his still-clothed chest.

“Do you like this shirt?” You asked.

“Um, I—”

Too late, you’d already ripped it off.

“I’ll buy you three new ones. And a new watch.” You dove down to plant kisses and love bites all along his smooth chest, traveling upwards until you were buried in the crook of his neck.

“Please, Noona, I need to cum.” Jimin murmured, bucking his hips up into empty air.

You smirked, reaching to the side to grab the ball gag and bottle of lube.

“Open up.” You instructed, and Jimin obediently opened his mouth so you could place the black ball between his teeth.

You’d waited a long time to see those pillowy lips wrapped around a gag, and now you could say with confidence that it was definitely worth the wait.

“Now that you can’t say your safeword, snap twice if you want me to stop. Understand?” You asked.

Jimin nodded.

“Show me that you can do it.”

He snapped twice, and you grinned at his compliance.

“Good boy.”

Jimin watched as you slipped a black glove over your right hand and popped open the cap of the bottle, squirting some of the slippery liquid out onto two fingers. They circled over his rim, prepping him.

He sighed deeply when your other hand started to pump his cock, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Once he was loose enough, you slipped one finger inside, then a second, then you were thrusting steadily.

Jimin let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“What? Does that feel good?” You teased.

He nodded vigorously. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, but once he reached that delicious peak, you halted all stimulation completely.

He sobbed into the gag, squirming and writing.

“You’re so cute when you’re frustrated. I love seeing you all hard, you’re practically dripping.” You teased the tip of his cock, stroking his slit and the underside of his shaft.

This torment continued until Jimin was a trembling, whimpering mess. Spit was leaking out from around the gag and spilling onto his chest, making you point out what a messy boy he was and sending him into a fit of humiliated blushing. His lips were puffy and wet, his Adam’s apple was bobbing in his throat as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked like an absolute wreck. By now he was arching his back, desperately wriggling in his restraints like he could break free with enough tugging.

You decided that enough was enough and that he finally deserved to cum.

With your fingers hitting his prostate with every thrust, you gripped his cock and twisted it in your hand, bringing him to the edge for the last time tonight.

“Cum for me, Minie.” You coaxed, and with that, Jimin let go and spilled all over himself with a squeal.

Once he had calmed down, you released him from his bonds and removed the gag, caressing him.

“You alright?” You asked.

His eyelids drooped as he smiled weakly, nodding and turning to press a kiss to your palm.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

Your heart swelled in your chest as you gazed down at the completely fucked out boy in your lap. Bending down, you brushed his hair to the side to plant a kiss to his forehead.

Jimin was half asleep as you carried him bridal style to the bathroom and placed him in the tub. You filled it up with warm water and cleaned him up, washing his hair as his head lolled back into your massaging hands. You dressed him in sweats and a hoodie after rubbing soothing cream on the tender skin of his ass, helping him settle back under the freshly-changed sheets.

“Can I sleep in here?” He asked in a groggy voice.

“Of course you can, Minie.”

He fell asleep snuggled against your chest.

You were a vampire, you didn’t need to sleep. You usually weren’t calm enough to, anyway. But for the first time in a long time, you were lulled into a cozy trance from Jimin’s steady heartbeat, and before you knew it, you were under.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! i really want to get better at smut writing (i’ve only done it a few times and feel like it’s really repetitive) so pretty please give me some feedback and tell what you thought about this chapter! :D

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Puppy Training . Oleg X OC

Summary: Oleg is newly married and needs to inform of his new wife about some rules, which she’s more than eager to follow....One-shot.

Word count: 1970

Warning: Dominance, pet play, mentions of rape, smut and fluff.

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Gif credit to @honestsycrets​

Annika was a princess, so of course she expected herself to be married to another with power but she never expected that man to be Prince Oleg himself. She’s heard stories, nothing good, but they always thrilled her.

She wasn’t like most women, she was very curious and enjoyed something new in her life. Listen to the stories told about Oleg was something she always admired, so now that knowing she was to marry the very man she couldn’t help but feel excited.

No matter what she’ll be the perfect wife for him, she promised that.

The ride there was nice as she got to see everything along the way. She was always stuck behind walls, but now seeing the outside world made her feel all the more happy.

Once arriving she was helped out from the carriage and lead through the kingdom towards the bigger building, Oleg’s palace.

There she met the man himself. She never met him before and meeting him in person was even better than she imagined. He was so handsome and held a beautiful smile towards her as they introduced each other. Behind that smile she knew there was something darker about him, but that’s what she wanted. The gods were with her, blessing her with such a handsome and powerful man for her to call her husband and give him beautiful sons.

The wedding was planned quickly and within days they were named husband and wife. She was dressed in the most exotic way possible, to his liking and she admired the way he looked down at her as they were married.

A feast was made of course but Oleg was more interested in having her back in their chambers and so he lead her away from the hall to let everyone else celebrate. Once they were alone Annika looked around at her new room, one she’ll share with her husband.

As she came into the room there was a dog on the bed that perks it head up growling lowly at her, but only because she was a stranger. Coming closer and showing no fear towards the dog she extends her hand towards him slowly letting him sniff her hand before he gave a lick making her rub his head under her hand.

“Well, that’s interesting.” Oleg says coming up from behind. “He usually doesn't like anyone.”

Smiling softly she continues to rub the dog's head before looking up at her husband.

“Perhaps he knows I’m different.” She says before the dog jumps off the bed and Oleg sends him into the next room so they were left alone.

“Tell me, how are you different?” He asks sitting on a large armchair as she stands before him.

“I believe myself to be different from others.” She answers him honestly with a small shrug. “I always craved for a change, and I’m liking this very much already.”

He seems to let this think through his mind for a moment.

“Different you say?” He asks tilting his head curiously, still holding a soft smile.

“Indeed, my love.” She purrs softly holding a warm tender smile for him.

The way she calls him ‘my love’ made his face softens more, touched by what she calls him before leaning back against the fur covered armchair.

“I want to see, Annika.” He says looking her up and down. “On your knees.”

Doing as he says she got down on her knees, her dress pooling around her while she keeps her eyes on his face, watching him as he watches her.

“Crawl around…” Listening to his words she did as he says again, getting onto her hands and knees as she starts to slowly crawl around the stone floor in front of him.

“Bark.”

She couldn’t help but smile a little more licking her lips before letting out a small noise like a puppy would, soft and squeaky, which makes his eyes bloom with dire.

“Wiggle that arse of yours, my love.” He now calls her that making her giggle softly.

Turning her around she wiggles her rear in his view, looking over her shoulder we him giving now a low whimper like a wounded puppy, as if begging him. This was a lot of fun for her, she could get used to this kind of life and her new husband.

“So beautiful….” He breaths out followed by a sound of pleasure as his eyes watch her. Standing up he comes closer, circling around her before leaning down to touch his hand over her back and arse before giving her a small smack making her gasp followed by a giggle.

Smiling himself he then helps her up and caresses her face. “Yes, you’re indeed different.”

He then kisses her passionately but short before pulling away quickly. “I need an obedient wife, one to fulfil my needs and desires, to just love me.”

“I’ll be happy to do all that for you, my love, and more.” She says back.

“That makes me very happy, Annika.”

He leads her over to the bed where they sit, she expects him to demand orders and use her that night but he didn’t right away, but did ask a question.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.” Better to tell the truth than lie.

“Who was your first?”

For a moment she did hesitate but answers him still. “My brother raped me right after my first bleed happened. It wasn’t the first time and continued to rape me in secret until he married. I was afraid to tell anyone until I told his wife, who was appalled, and helped me get revenge by making his death from a bad horse fall an accident. She now rules on her own but has a son to love and raise. We stay in touch, I have her to thank for getting revenge.”

Oleg listens to her before letting out a gentle sigh. “I see. Well, as you said, you got your revenge and he got what he deserved. He wasn’t a man, but a boar, squealing for attention. He may have taken your virtue but he didn’t take your spirit.”

His words makes her feel better and offers a warm smile.

“You’re right, he didn’t break me, I refused to allow that. Now, I know I can be happy with you, us together, and I promise to give you many strong sons.”

“And daughters.” This surprises her a little. “I would like to have a daughter, but whatever the gods bless us, we’ll love our children, no matter the gender of them.”

He is indeed an amazing man.

“Now, let me help untie your dress, then get on the bed, hands and knees.”

Standing up she allows him to help her and once the back of her dress was loose she then let it slip from her body and pool around her feet, stepping over it and removing her under dress as well. Naked for him she smiles as he watches her while she crawls onto the bed, hands and knees just as he wanted and arched her arse up giving him a teasing wiggle.

Standing from the bed he then removes his own clothes as she watches, licking her lips at the sight of his naked chest before his trousers were gone, showing he was throbbing and ready for her so eagerly. She loves the reaction she gave him.

He then gets on the bed, hands massaging over her waist and arse, fingers digging into her skin and pulling apart her cheeks to get a better view of her.

“Magnificent.” He purred in delight making her smile.

Suddenly his warm tongue grazed against her pussy making her gasp from the sudden contact. She’s heard of this before but has never done it, and it was better than she imagined. Moaning loudly she buries her head against the furs and spreads her knees more for him.

His tongue rolls through her her folds and across her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her quivering body as she did her best to keep still for him but it was so hard.

Suddenly his tongue dipped into her depths making her moan even louder and move her hips a little back against his face, toe curling while she savoured every bit of this. She felt something build and about the snap, her orgasm approaches and just when she was about to cum he stops.

Whimpering she wiggles her arse needing him to keep going only making him chuckle lightly.

“So eager, my love.” He says softly now sitting up on his knees behind her, his cock brushing up against her moist folds, teasing her as she waits for him.

“Please my love, my lord, I need you so bad….” She moans between pants.

“Shh, patients, my dear.” He cooed before he then moved his hips forward, his cock entering her depths making her gasp as he stretches her.

He was so thick and throbbing as she clenches around him, moaning and whimpering in delight as he becomes flushed against her arse. His hand suddenly wraps around her long hair and tugs, making her neck snap back a little with a gasp. The sound of his own moans filled her ears sending more aroused shivers through her body.

Suddenly he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, slamming into her making her let out a surprised yelp before giggling out a breath. This was too much fun for her.

His pace comes neck, hips snapping against her arse as his hand tugs harder at her hair, pulling her further up against his chest as he hands reach out against the frame of the bed, forceful rocks of their bodies causing the bed to creak under them.

She loves it, every bit of it, she loves him, even before meeting him she did. This was their fate, to be together and married, to rule the kingdom together and rut away to their desires.

“Fuck, Oleg, fuck!” She cries out as he ruts firmly against her arse over again, panting like a dog in heat as he growls back the same like animal sounds over her bent body.

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts pulling hair hair back until her face was beside his. “Tell me, who owns your sweet cunt, my love?” “Y-you, you my love!” She answers back without hesitation.

“That’s right, mine!”

Suddenly he pushes her head down against the furs and leans himself over her bent body more, humping and slapping her arse, claiming her body as she cries out in pure pleasure for him.

At the point she’s already came for him like three times now as he continues to use her body before he gave a final firm thrust and came within her clenching depths, flooding her and making sure every drop of seed remains so she would give him an heir.

Pulling out from her he collapses against the bed as she remains in her relaxed bent position beside him, both catching their breaths as she reaches down to make sure nothing leaves her pussy, letting out a hum against the furs from the feeling.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” His concern was touching for her as she rolls over finally to face him, smiling warmly to show she was fine.

“No, my love. You didn’t hurt me at all.”

He smiles back, so tender and leans forward to kiss her softly caressing her warm cheeks.

“I’m a lucky man to be blessed with such beauty.” He says making her flush a little.

“As I’m blessed with a handsome and powerful man.”

Oleg pulls Annika against his chest then, a tender moment between them. Indeed, husband and wife, bound together through fate, they shall rule and conquer the land.