#tries to leverage parental authority

[profounddestinyrebel]

Okay so I wrote a bunch in the tags instead of here for some reason

dp x dc prompt: the runaway heir

danny is damian's brother who ran away from the league and got adopted by the fentons.

a year and a half after he became phantom (i'm thinking good parents!maddie and jack found out and everything has settled down), the league finds him. the assassins kill jazz, jack and maddie and sedate him to take him back to their base.

when he wakes up, the fgiref he feels breaks him. he proceeds to kill all the league members he comes across, promising he'll save ra's and talia for last. talia runs to gotham and begs for bruce's help, revealing she has hidden yet another son from him and that said son is going mad from grief and loathing.

bruce is devastated but determined to both help and stop the child he never knew. damian had spent his entire childhood scorning danyal, the heir who ran away, as weak and though he had questioned that after becoming robin, the truth of how strong his brother actually was shakes him.

can they bring danny back to the light before he can become dan?

[unabashegirl]

Different 6 | College HS

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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She walked upstairs with a stripped towel tightly wrapped around her body. Harry could still sense that she was still cold. They stopped outside her bedroom One in front of the other, but neither of them said anything to the other. They just looked into each other’s eyes as they tried to decipher what the other wanted without having to utter a single word.

“Are you going to sleep? She pushed a strand of her wet hair behind her ear.

He shook his head, too nervous and scared to say anything that could mess up what they had. She proceeded to open the door and gestured for him to follow her in, and so he silently did.

“Have you ever been with a girl, Harry? Y/N bluntly asked as she dropped her towel, allowing it to pool around her feet. He simply shook his head after sitting by the edge of the bed. “Have you ever touched one?” She slightly pushed him further into the bed with one hand on his chest.

“N-no” he shut his eyes wanting to smack himself for stuttering at such an inappropriate time. Although, Y/N found it very adorable and charming. She placed one of her legs on either side of him. Essentially, straddling him. Harry leaned back on his arms for leverage, even though they felt like noodles.

“Why not?

“J-just never had the chance” He shrugged, “I-I guess”. She wasted no time in connecting their lips.

He could never get used to the sensation of her lips against his. It was all too satisfying. It was urgent, hungry, and desperate. He could feel his heart rate increase by the second. It was as if they only had a few seconds to show each other how much they meant to one another. It was everything and more than Harry had imagined. Harry felt like she washed over him like a heatwave. His entire body tingled from just having her that close. She pushed his chest back until his back was pressed against the mattress.

Y/N pulled away from him momentarily. She left open-mouthed kisses on his jaw and neck. The tender brush of her plump lips against his skin left a burning path.

Harry built up the courage to touch her, and so he gripped her hips as she continued her abuse of his neck.

“Are you okay?” She asked him when she reached his collarbone. She kissed the tip of his nose in reassurance.

“Yeh” he breathlessly said, staring at her. Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, enjoying her touch and kisses. Her hair was still wet, and it kept dripping water over their chest. His hands softly caressed her body. They came upon the strings of her bikini top. He fiddled with them not wanting to go any further without her consent.

“Take it off,” Y/N said between kisses

“Sure?” She bit her lip, nodding vigorously. Harry exhaled as his trembling hands reached out behind her and tried his best to unknot it. He sighed loudly and pulled his hands away, completely defeated and frustrated with himself. Y/N threw her head back and released a whole hearty laugh, provoking Harry one too. The entire scene was comical, but it was enough to relax Harry and made him feel more comfortable.

“I’ll help you” She reached back and easily untangled the mess that he had created. He inhaled one last time, preparing himself to get a glimpse of her naked breasts. Y/N pushed her hair back and finally tore her top off.

There she was, exposed to his eyes only. It was a privilege for him. Her body was a temple, and she was allowing him to glimpse it. They were perfect. Her breasts were incredibly smooth, slightly paler than the rest of her skin and a tiny mole sat on the upper outer half of her right breast. It was peculiar but he found it irresistible. Her skin screamed to be touched and loved on.

“Touch me, H” she whimpered, looking straight into his eyes with hooded eyes. Her smaller hands gripped his wrists and brought them up to her breast, encouraging him to have his way with her.

“Is this alright?” He ached for her, but he only wanted to make her feel good before anything else. Her cheeks had gotten slightly rosy, her hair was half-dried, and she had her lip tucked between her teeth.

“Just like that” Y/N breathed as her hands continued gripping his wrist. He filled himself with courage and leaned in. A small whimper left her lips as he kissed the newly exposed skin. Her soft moans only encouraged him to continue worshiping her body. That was until a different sensation ran through him when she moved her hips against his.

“Oh fuck” his whole composure was out of the window. She confidently smiled, satisfied with his reaction. She wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. Therefore, she began moving her hips in circles and back and forth. They moaned enjoying the friction against one another.

Harry gripped her hips tighter. His body felt hot like it was on fire. She pushed her hair back and pressed her hands against his chest for support. Her eyes were slightly shut, and her mouth slightly opened as she enjoyed the way she was making them feel. The thought of only the thin material of their bathing suits separating them from having sex was driving Harry crazy. He had never felt his pants tighter. It was even starting to hurt, but it was so worth it.

He ran a hand through his hair, slightly frustrated. He wanted more. He wanted to ravage her. The rhythm that she had kept was incredibly slow, but it was delicious. He could tell that she was coming undone, by how flushed she was and the grip she had on his chest.

“So fuckin’ beautiful” he grunted as he caressed her thighs. She leaned down and kissed his neck, slightly changing the position and causing Harry to come undone. She followed shortly after, giving him the opportunity to gawk at her.

Y/N rolled off him and lay beside him as she tried to catch her breath. Harry couldn’t believe it. He had just had dry sex with her, and he still craved her badly. He wanted more of her. He was excessively addicted to her.

None of them said anything for a few minutes, but they shared a comfortable silence. That was until she turned her body to her side and faced him. He turned his head towards her and caught her smiling.

She softly pecked his lips and pushed some of his hair back.

“Do you think this might work?” She rolled her body over his again, in search of some warmth. She laid her head in the crook of his neck and places a soft kiss on his jaw.

“I do” she responded, “You don’t?”

“I think…’ he paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “I think it’s up to us. We just got to work for it” She agreed, slightly nodding. “I am willing to. If I get to be with you at the end of the day”.

“You are one of a kind, Harry Styles” she whispered after kissing him.

“Where are you going?” He asked, watching her get up from bed still very topless.

“Shower” she smiled, opening the bathroom door. “I would ask you to join me, but I know you won’t” She pouted, crossing her arms across her chest only making her breast more prominent. “Eyes up here, Styles”.

“Y-yeah” Y/N didn’t feel rejected, but it was still weird for her to get a no. Either way, she disappeared into the bathroom and took a ridiculously hot shower.

Meanwhile, he wrapped a towel around his hips and sat by the end of the bed, but not after checking the comforter for any wet spots. He could hear her signing which warmed his heart. It was cute. She came out, dripping water on the hardwood floors. She was never good at drying herself. Her cheeks were red, giving him flashbacks from earlier.

“Are you taking a shower? She asked, making her way into her closet. “Go ahead. I’ll just look for some clothes” Harry then walked into the already steamy bathroom. The shower was huge, enough to fit twenty people if she wanted. He took off his bathing suit and stepped in. He decided to take a cold shower instead. His mind kept drifting to the memory of her moving her hips.

“Babe?” She startled him, walking into the bathroom. He kept his back turned towards her. The pet name made him smile and feel giddy as if he were back in middle school, holding hands for the very first time.

“I found a plain t-shirt and some shorts. I hope they work. I’ll leave them on the counter” Her sweet voice echoed, over the running water.

“Alright”

“Cute ass” He heard her giggle and then heard the door shut. Harry chuckled and tried his best not to feel ashamed or embarrassed by his nakedness. He spent a few more minutes overanalyzing everything that had come out of his mouth before closing the faucet and heading out. He dressed in what she had left for him and went out to meet her, yet she was nowhere to be seen.

“Hi” she smiled as she shuffled into the bedroom in her slippers and holding a glass of icy water. She wore a shirt too big for her body and height. It was black with the logo of a famous back stamped on it. “Would you like some?” Y/N offered him some of the water that she had just gone to fetch. He drank the entire glass without hesitation. She pouted, “We were meant to share it”.

“I’ll go get you some more” He smiled at her, but not before gripping her chin and pulling her into a soft kiss.

“It’s okay. Let’s just go to bed” Harry waited until she got under the covers on her preferred side of the bed before getting in. She shut the lights as he tried to get comfortable. The sky was lighter, and the sun was starting to rise. The sheets were cold, making him quietly groan with satisfaction. There was no better feeling. He heard her moving around, followed by a click.

“What?” He whispered, watching the lightness of the sky disappear behind the automated curtains that quietly descended. He heard her move and instantly felt her soft, warm legs against his. He could smell the scent of her coconut and vanilla shampoo.

“Goodnight” she whispered after tangling herself with him.

“Goodnight” he whispered back, but not before giving her forehead a kiss.

For the first time, he felt genuinely content with the direction that his life was heading, and it was all thanks to her.

chapter 7

[golvio]

Some spoilers for Hades 2 early access regarding Chronos below the cut.

He did not look or sound at all like what I expected, but I now immediately understand why all of his adult children are Like That, as well as why they’d quickly drop their previous squabbles and band together to try to get rid of him when he tried to force himself back into their lives. I instantly recognized every single trick he tried to pull on Mel when he first met her to try to manipulate her or put her down to “put her in her place” from other people’s descriptions of their own shitty, appearance-obsessed control freak parents with untreated personality disorders. I think the more understated delivery really works for him, particularly with that underlying paternalistic edge of absolute certainty and treating his enemies like misbehaving children who need to be reminded who’s in charge, even if they’re grown-ass adults. I also feel absolutely terrible for Hades, given that dear ol’ dad is trying to reassert control over him by “taking away his toys” and trashing everything he’d worked so hard to build in order to force him back into his original position of childlike dependency. It’s been almost 20 years and he *really* hasn’t finished “renovations” and fixed up the throne room? He doesn’t give a shit about actually maintaining the realm, just punishing Hades for trying to emancipate himself and be an independent adult by asserting ownership over all of Hades’ stuff and forcing him to watch as Daddy Dearest destroys everything he loved. He pretends to be absolutely rational and objective, but he’s actually a pathetic, emotionally immature piece of shit who throws manipulative tantrums and breaks things to bully his own children into compliance, and I can’t believe Mel has to waste her life fighting this loser who’s got nothing better to do than bully his barely-adult granddaughter. Kudos to Supergiant for making one of the most skincrawling depictions of an abusive dad ever.

But, also, now it makes a bit more sense for Hecate to have raised Mel in isolation—it’s easier to blow off an abusive relative’s appeals to authority when they’re a complete stranger to you. However, it’s also interesting that her early meetings with Chronos are the first time polite, deferential Melinoë has just straight-up told an adult trying to pull rank to fuck off. But that might be because she’s got no memories of him or fondness for him, so there’s no sense of filial piety or family obligation that would otherwise make her blame or second-guess herself. She has a slightly harder time with her, uh, more assertive Olympian relatives who she has more of a personal connection to and are slightly more subtle and “nice” about trying to goad her in specific directions. However, I also think Mel meeting Artemis and Hermes first and them warning her in advance about how overbearing the rest of the family can be might’ve inoculated her somewhat, even if she’s more like her dad in that she lacks the more intuitive way with people Zagreus has and isn’t as certain how to use her own charisma as leverage.

Anyways, I hope Melinoë kicks her Peepaw’s ass, but, given the type of real-life personality he has, I’m not sure if that’s actually going to make him stop or change short of a White Diamond-level epiphany where he realizes what a piece of shit he’s been to his own children and willingly fucks off out of his grandkid’s life forever.

[ash-says]

Tried and tested Manipulation Techniques:

1) While talking, 80% truth and 20% lies. Make sure that the 20% lie is generic and extremely difficult to spot. This will help in creating a persona where people will think you are an honest person and when you truly need to lie or are put in a compromising situation people will naturally believe you until proved otherwise.

2) We live in a male dominated society and need to manipulate them to leverage benefits. The basic one that will keep you safe and get things done is speak with respect and softness. Confuse the person with hot and cold behaviour. Act a little cutesy I swear a lot of men are vulnerable to it. Touch them occasionally and strategically.

3) If you are living in a dysfunctional family learn how to manipulate your parents. You know your parents the best. Know the major deal breakers now the ones that align with you stick to them and fulfill it. It will give an illusion of being the perfect daughter and then strategically implement the rebel side.

Trial and error is the only way here.

4) Always keep a pristine image in front of authorities, bosses, teachers and professors. Never be aggressive if you have opposing views express it gently and in ways it's digestible to them. Being aggressive, on defence will only lead to your downfall. Soft spoken over anything else. Show your intellect but don't try to outsmart them. Showcase a learning attitude.

5) Learn to confuse people. Honestly it's such a boon. No one knows if you are truly a bitch or the situation triggered it out of you. Have multiple personalities catered to multiple people. Please understand I am not talking here in a people pleasing way. It's called adaptation.

For example: In my previous office I am rumoured to be an introvert in the team who is bitchy because of my strong boundaries but when you go to the HR she thinks I am a sincere candidate with a great work ethic and hardworking persona. In my college everyone thinks I am an extrovert and in my home my family thinks I am an ambivert. So you understand. So you understand the point right? Tailor your personality as per the environment.

[captainsophiestark]

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Fairy Lights - F!X ☁️☀️ Reader is dating Niklaus Mikaelson, and she’s had a terrible day. Being tortured and used as leverage by a psycho witch is never fun, but it’s a little easier to deal with when you have the love of your life by your side.

Mental Block - X 💋 Y/N is a SHIELD agent with inhuman mental powers, in New Orleans for a well-earned vacation after managing to survive all their training. A nice day in the city turns into an adventure when a strange man with a British accent crashes their vacation.

New Orleans - X ☁️☀️ Y/N and Klaus have been dating for a little while, and they’ve been best friends even longer. They’ve finally weathered most of the storm Mystic Falls has to offer, and Y/N has started their first semester at the University of Virginia. Just when everything’s going perfectly, the Mikaelsons have decided to move to New Orleans, and it might spell the end for Y/N and Klaus.

Immortality - X ☁️☀️ Nik and Y/N have been dating for many years, despite Y/N being human. Despite being in love with the Immortal Hybrid, Y/N never wanted the vampire life. Unfortunately, when one of the many enemies of the Mikaelsons steps in, they might not have a choice anymore.

Nosferatu - X ☁️☀️ Klaus and Y/N have been dating for a long time, and Y/N has more or less gotten used to dealing with all the Mikaelson drama. Still, that doesn’t mean they don’t need a break from time to time. Nik *promised* Y/N they could have a good old fashioned movie marathon as a break from everything they’d been through lately, but when he tries to go back on his promise, Y/N shows him what’s up.

Fatherhood - F!X ☁️☀️ Y/N and Nik have been dating since the Mikaelsons moved to New Orleans and Y/N got turned into a vampire. When Nik starts to feel worried about his ability to parent Hope, who’s due to join the world soon, Y/N helps reassure him.

The Curse of the Sun and the Moon - X ☀️✨⭐️ Klaus' SO is writing their doctoral dissertation on cross-culture myths. Much to their irritation, Klaus knows a thing or two about those.

The 60s - X ☁️☀️ Klaus wiped the memory of the love of his life after hundreds of years together to try to protect them from Mikael. Now, however, his ex has their memories back is going to find their boyfriend. Even if he is in someone else's body.

Witches Get Stitches - F!X ☁️☀️ Klaus and his girlfriend have been together since they were humans, surviving together for a thousand years. They don't intend to let anything tear them apart.

Like Home - X ☁️☀️⭐️ When a serious magical threat comes to Mystic Falls and puts Josie and Lizzie at risk, Caroline and Ric send Klaus' ex down to New Orleans to seek safe harbor for the girls with him. Or, what if Y/N went to New Orleans instead of Caroline, and Klaus was free to see them.

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[mingismoralloyalty]

The sweetest scent

pairing: Idol! Mingi x succubus! reader (species implies that the reader is fem bodied)

genre: smut

au: fantasy au, demon au

trope: magical invocation

word count: 3.6k

rating: 18+, Minors do not interact!

summary: Mingi is down bad for way to long now. Good thing his daydreams leading him into your open arms, when you not so randomly appear on the other side of the road, driven by a spell and the delicious smell of his despair...

warnings: smut, pwp, cnc somnophilia, cum eating, unprotected sex (don't!), nicknames (honey, sweetheart, baby, pretty boy, princess, baby boy), soft dom!reader, subby Mingi, demon fucking, praise kink, nipple kink, breast play, cumming inside, kinda getting caught, did I forget something?

authors note: Heyy, this is my first fanfic in a long long while and I've never written something like this in english, so please bear with me. If you find mistakes, let me know, so I can improve myself 🩷 I'm so glad this is now out here. Please let me know what you think. Critique is welcome. And yes, I had to edit some things, I hope you like this version too. Okay that's it for now ✨

songs: BM - bad intentions

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It was a warm friday evening in Seoul, the streets were full of people enjoying their free time, visiting bars with their friends or going out on dates with their partners. This city was full of couples much to the distress of a certain young man. Mingi was sick of this sight. It wasn't like he was envious, but he was just so done that he wasn't able to date, let alone have a one night stand. Dating would even be the safest option for him to blow off some steam, even though that wouldn't be the only reason a girlfriend would be great. Don't get him wrong, he's not an ass, but sometimes there was just something missing in his life.

Having one night stands had the potential to ruin his reputation in just a few days, so this was off the table. But to be honest he had no time to date. He had tried it and it went awful. A week long relationship wasn't even a relationship, it was just something. In the end he even had to be scared that his "ex girlfriend" - or whatever she was - would use pictures of them together as leverage against him.

Sometimes he dreamt of living a normal live, moving freely in public and having a girlfriend. But then again he loved his life like it was right now and he wouldn't trade it for anything else. Just a little adventure here or there would just be a nice addition.

That's why he decided to make the step and - even if it sounds crazy - summon a succubus.

But let's start at the beginning. It all started when he had stumbled across this link to an online forum a few days ago, where people were sharing stories about their encounters with magical beings. Guardian angels, demons, doppelgangers... you name it.

Mingi himself was sure he had seen a fairy in his parents garden multiple times when he was a little kid. He would never forget these images, this extraordinary experience. It would always live inside his head. The magical world was there, he was sure.

It was so interesting to read all of these encounters people had with these other worldly beings, that he couldn't stop reading.

Today at work it was no exception, because these thoughts of being lonely at night reminded him, that he hadn't finished one specific story he had found on that site, where a guy was writing about meeting a succubus. Well, he claimed to have summoned her. What an exciting story! Mingi read and read. Maybe this was a solution he could try for himself? The ritual for the invocation seemed easy enough to do in his little studio. He just needed four black candles (surely it didn't matter if they were scented) and a spell. So he did it.

And now he walked home, full of anticipation. Hopefully he did everything right and it would work tonight. He knew a succubus would only appear when he fell asleep (well, he thought so). How would it feel to be touched in his sleep? Probably pretty hot, he imagined. And hopefully he would wake up? Would it make sense to set an alarm? Surely he would wake up anyways.

As he was walking away from the masses of people to a more quiet area of the city, where the dorm was located, he was dwelling on this thought not paying much attention to his surrounding.

And that's where you came into play. Already from afar you could smell this man's need and desperation. Musky and sweet. Oh so sweet. He smelled like a dessert to you and you would make sure to eat him like one tonight. It was so intense, that you didn't have to look for too long for him. Feeding on humans energy could be tough sometimes, but today seemed an easy feast. But before that, you always loved to take a closer look at your prey and play a little with their mind.

It was a simple tactic but efficient, just looking cute and seemingly absemindedly walking in his way. Him playing into your cards by not looking where he went himself was downright nice of him and... boom! You felt his toned chest muscles on your bare upper arm as you dramatically stumbled sideways, letting out a soft "Oh!" and dropping your handbag to the floor.

"Ah! I'm sorry!", he blurted out instantly grabbing your shoulder so you wouldn't fall aswell. "Oh no, it was my bad, I wasn't looking myself.", you exclaimed, looking up to him with doe eyes. For a second time stood still. He froze, looking at you mesmerised, his mouth slightly agape. He smelled even better up close, like seasalt and sage. This was his cologne, not only his pheromones but the combination smelled even better. You too, were struck for a moment, before he quickly blinked and let go of you. "Sorry. ", he mumbled, before hastily grabbing your bag from the concrete to offer it to you.

"Here... uh, your bandhag...I - I mean handbag!", you grabbed the bag with a sweet smile and he awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of his head. "Thank you and thanks for catching me.", you said softly and put the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

"Sorry again, and sorry I have to go. Have a good evening.", he kind of cutely waved you goodbye and went in the direction of the dorm a bit faster and focused this time.

Your eyes follow him with a bemused face. He would be so fun to play with.

Mingi went home in a hurry, trying not to crash into another person or thing until he was able to close the door of his safe home behind him, before he could cringe in peace.

"Fuck, that was so awkward!", he grunted pulling his sneakers from his feet.

"Hm?", a curious face appeared in his sight when he came back up to step into the appartment. Typical nosey San looked expectantly with raised eyebrows at his flatmate. Mingi sighed. "There was this cute girl I ran into. Nearly knocked her over.", he explained and San snickered. "Daydreaming again, man? What's up with you these days?", he asked, but Mingi just waved it off. "What's for dinner?", he asked instead before he paused in his movement. Was his hand smelling funny? He held it up to his nose to smell it and indeed it smelled fruity, flowery and insanely feminine. It almost made him a little dizzy...

That night Mingi was almost too excited to sleep, hadn't he been so exhausted from work that he fell asleep sooner than he thought.

He had a great sleep. Forgotton was his awkward behaviour and he was only thinking about your beautiful eyes, that somehow found a way into his dream...

You giggled quietly doing a little happy dance on your tip toes, when you materialized in a dark corner of his Bedroom. It was just so easy, but you loved these games every time, before visiting.

Full of anticipation you looked over to Mingi. Black filled your eyes, instantly reflecting some of the moonlight that shined through the window, while also your beautiful black horns came twisting up through your shiny Hair. Unlike on the street today you were now wearing some black lingerie which honestly left nearly nothing to the imagination. Easy excess was important for you so this seemed appropriate.

There he layed on his bed all sprawled out, stripped of his heavy blanked in this hot weather softly snoring. He was deep in his slumber with a raging hard on visibly poking up in his pyjama shorts. You really left an imprint on that poor boy that evening.

Slowly you made your way to his bed eyeing his sleepy form up and down. He looked so cute and peaceful and you were sure the expression of pure bliss on his face would look even cuter... or maybe desperation when you would deny him of his orgasm?

"Hmm, we will see...", you mumbled to yourself, before climbing over your yet clueless prey to straddle him.

Carefully you grabbed his pants on each side and slowly pulled it down. With a little flop his not so little dick slapped against his toned torso creating a small puddle of precum below his bellybutton. A reliefed sound escaped his soft lips, when you freed his boner in the act, which made you smile widely. "My god, he's so big!", you whispered with wide eyes.

The cum looked delicious on his skin dripping from his tip and you wanted to taste it so badly. So you wasted no time and dipped your index finger into the clear fluid and brought it between your lips. Kind of sweet you'd say. Surprisingly. Sadly this wasn't often the case. But this cutie was a special one, you could feel it. You two would definitely have a lot of fun tonight.

With quick motions you opened his pyjama shirt and exposed his bare chest. Now it was your turn to release a content sigh when you viewed his seemingly flawless figure, your gaze cought by his beautiful pink nipples. You loved nipples! Another part of the human body that made so many people squirm when you touched them the right way. They looked so delicate and vulnerable, it was wonderful. Biting your lower lip you softly touched the rosy buds and earned another pleased sound of this strikingly handsome young man under you.

Mesmerised by your view your hands started to wander downwards on his body, still nibbling on your own soft lips you started to stroke his thick cock up and down where his precum smeared tip was subtly glistening in the moonlight. It felt so heavy in your comparibly small hand and you loved it. Apparently he loved your touch too, because he quietly started to moan. You looked at his face to see the slightly scrunched eyebrows. He was really a sight to see.

His whole appearance made you throb for more and you wondered who was the demon here. Even in his sleep it seemed like he actively tried to seduce you. You were dripping for him. You needed him inside desperately. His sexual energy would last a long time for you to feist on, you were sure.

Still on your knees you propped yourself up on one hand to hover over the sleeping man to rub your wet folds angainst the underside of his shaft. His body felt so hot it send a tingling sensation through your whole body as your core touched it. Your slick arousal gathering on his dick more and more before you finally pushed it inside your hole with a high pitched moan leaving your lungs while earning a surprised but undeniably aroused gasp by your sleeping cutie.

He stretched you out so good that you held still for a moment to adjust your body to his before starting to grind against his hips. Moving in circular motions while rubbing your clit on his pubic area created an appatizing sound to you not to mention a wonderfully energising feeling. And in the magic of the moment you needed to taste his lips. His oh so full and pink lips. So you did and they tasted immaculate. It seemed that there was nothing he couldn't offer you. Maybe you had to come back a few times you thought to yourself, absentmindedly stroking one of his nipples with the thumb of your free hand, never loosing your sensual rhythm.

And you knew the most interesting part would begin now, because all of this different stimulations were waking the deepest sleeper. So you curiously hovered over his face after the kiss and you saw how he struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, his body fighting against the deep sleep.

"Wakey, wakey.", you giggled, still letting you hips circle over his. "Honey, you feel heavenly, you know that?", you sighed and continued to toy with his pretty perky nipples.

"What?", he responded confused and drowsy still trying to get his body awake.

Deep sleep was so heavy on him after such a long day and it took him a little while to get conscious, but finally he opend his eyes and realised that this was not his dream anymore, even though there was the same person in front of him, just slightly different looking.

"What the fuck?!", he gasped and crossed his arms in front of his face.

"Already forgot that you called for me, sweetheart?", you smiled. You were right. Mingi rubbed his eyes and blinked at you.

He swallowed down the initial shock your demonic appearance had caused him and lowered his arms next to him.

"No, I... I just wasn't expecting...", he tried to finish his sentence, but it ended miserably in a guttural moan, when you moved your hips again. You nodded. "That's it, baby. Give in to me.", you said lowly, before you slowed down your movements and took his hand in yours, guiding it to your horns.

"Didn't expect me to look like this, hm?", you asked with a cheeky grin.

Mingi's hand shrugged away for a second when he felt the rough texture of the horn.

"I summoned you.", he simply stated, recalling his memories from the day, his mind now much clearer.

"You did, pretty boy.", you confirmed enthusiastically.

"It really worked.", he whispered fascinated.

"And you know there is only one reason why why you would do that, right?", you asked, trying to get him out of his shell now.

"Yeah.", he nodded, a slight red tint creeping on to his cheeks, before his eyes suddenly got bigger.

"It's you! We- we met on the streets today."

You laughed.

"Yes, we did, sweetheart. And when I found you today ...", you started painting invisible patterns on his chest with your fingers, "you where smelling so delicious with all your pheromones and your nearly dripping desperation. I smelled you from miles away. Haven't smelled this intensity in a while I must say.", thinking about this you put a finger on your chin, pursing your lips.

"You... You could smell my...", Mingi's cheeks changed into an even deeper red now.

"All of your desire and despair, yes.", you, smiled and stroked his cheek with your thumb.

"I knew I had to taste you, pretty boy.", you batted your eyelashes at him.

"I'm sure you're having a rough time, where you can't make room for sex. I couldn't imagine.", you pouted like you genuinely felt sorry for him and you did a bit, just because he was so extra cute.

Slowly you found it was enough of all the talking. You wanted to start the action again and you were sure Mingi agreed.

"So... how about we just fuck now, princess?", you asked him massaging his shoulders a little and you suddenly felt him twitch inside of you.

"Oh, you like that, huh?", a triumphant expression was creeping on your face.

Mingi's body felt hot. This was all he was hoping for. He looked you up and down. From your dark eyes and your horns to your sensual lips, your bare tits, just in reach for him, down to your core where he still was nestled inside of you. This insanely hot woman was already on top of him, calling him by his favourite nickname, when he was now down bad for months. Finally!

"Sure, let's continue.", he smiled back at you and let his hands glide up your thighs to grip your hips.

"Alright, baby boy, show me what you got.", you said with a wicked smile and let your hands wander from his shoulders to his upper arms where you held tight.

Mingi now began to actively push upwards to meet your hips. Oh, how he missed this feeling! It just felt so good. Oh, sooo good. After such a long time, he really needed it. Your pussy felt so hot and tight around him and you were already so wet for him. The slick sounds between you both accompanied an animalistic series of grunts he let out wich made you victoriously puff your chest. Of course this motion didn't go unnoticed by the attractive man underneath you, who took his chance to grab a handful of one of your boobs, squishing and massaging it in his big palm, making you moan appreciatively.

"Ah, fuck me good, pretty boy!", you panted as his movements got faster. You leaned down to get another taste of his plump lips, that felt so soft against yours, you could have done this all night long, but Mingi wanted more. His tongue darted out to catch yours, so you opened your mouth and welcomed him with some soft licks to it, before sucking on it a little. All the while his fingers were playing with your nipples and his hot breath echoed inside your open mouth when you release his tongue again. He made you feel so good, it was incredible.

Finally you grabbed his right hand from your tit to move it down further between your bodies and let his fingers touch your clit. He instantly understood the assignment and started rubbing rough circles on it. You were a mess by now, you really didn't have this much fun in a long time. "Fuck you're so good at this, sweetheart.", you praised him while Mingi gave you half a smirk, already broken asweat. This was extatic. You felt your high coming closer and closer to the point where it was just seconds away. "Oh, I'm coming~!", you whimpered, rutting against Mingi's movements that where going at a rapid pace now. You had completely blown his mind away. He was panting and grunting, pulling your body against his with so much force it made you tip over the edge and come so hard like you haven't in a long while. A stretched downright pornographic moan left your open mouth, everything inside your body contracted hard in waves, your pussy pulsing around Mingi's dick and this incredibly energising and relieving feeling spreading through your veins. Hungryly you looked down at Mingi, eager to see his orgasm face.

His eyes where scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, his mouth shaped like an O. He was so close. "Come for me, princess.", you whispered against his lips whilst contracting and relieving your pelvic muscles a few times on purpose. This was it. All this built-up frustration that couldn't be satisfied with his own hands released in one go. A moan left him so heartbreaking you weren't sure if he would literally fall apart under you. You lived for this extasy. All these big feelings releasing from one moment to another.

You could feel the amount of cum getting pumped inside your heat and it was truly the cherry on top for you. This whole act was the essence of your life and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Fuck, I feel so good.", you sighed, every part of your body tingling while you layed your head on Mingi's shoulder.

"Oh, shit!", he laughed, bringing his hands to his face. "This was crazy.", he mumbled and you snickered. "I can't deny it: I really needed this.", he carefully put an arm on your back, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. In this moment it was absolutely weired to see and he didn't know if he could trust his senses, but your eyes turned back to the color he saw this evening and your horns retrieved back between your silky locks.

"What is happening?", he asked confused, looking deep in your eyes. "This is my human form.", you simply stated, "I only have to let it go when I charche my energy.", you shrugged your shoulders and smiled.

"Oh, so you can normally walk around like this.", he nodded. "Right, I-...", rumbling was heard outside his room. Muffled voices. "Mingi?", it was Seonghwa.

"Everything okay with you?", San's voice following.

Panic widened in Mingi's eyes.

"Uh, yeah... Everything's s all right! Don't come in!", quickly he pushed himself up on his elbows. Normally there were no visitors in the dorm and if that was the case, they swore that they would tell each other.

"What happened?", San asked and Seonghwa instantly commented: "You really wanna know, if he says 'don't come in' after those sounds leaving his room?"

"Oh, shush!", San said annoyed.

"You're shushing me?!", Seonghwa retorted and the bickering began outside the door.

"Who are they?!", you giggled, sitting up again. Mingi taking the chance to lift his upper body with you, but also pressing a hand over your mouth in a hurry with a pleading look on his face.

Silence.

"Is there a woman with you?", San's voice sounded confused.

"Uh, no...", great, he sounded way to unsure.

"Can't you just vanish, like you came in here? Or how did even you come in here anyways?", Mingi hissed at you.

"Oh no, this is too much fun.", you laughed when his fingers left your lips.

"Come on in guys!", you chimed happily, you were so curious to see who was living with your little cutie.

Silence again.

Slowly the door handle dipped, the door opened and revealed two very handsome young men.

Hastily Mingi tried to cover your still connected bodies with his blanket. This was even more embarrassing than the incident on the streets with you today.

"Oh my god!", San exclaimed, trying to hide his and Seonghwa's eyes at the same time.

"Mingi what the fuck, why is there a stranger in here? ", Seonghwa tried to say while San's hand accidentally hit his face.

"It's not what you think!", Mingi whined, unsure how to solve this situation without looking like a complete maniac. So you took it in your hands to say something.

You smiled at the two guys who pointedly tried to cover their eyes and exclaimed with glee: "Oh, I didn't know there were more handsome treats living in this household!"

~😈🖤😈~

© mingismoralloyalty

This is my own work of fiction. Do not copy, translate, feed to ai or report.

[bitchlessdino]

Vernon and The Beastly Heir (Tw: flashing banner)

Pairing: son of Gaston!Vernon x afab!reader

Genre: angst, fantasy au, smut

Word count: 9.5k

tags: features seokmin and chan, E2L, royal!reader, fairy tale academia (college), child of beauty and beast!reader, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons, aggressive!vernon, aggressive!reader, mentions of alcohol, strangulation, stalking, sub!vernon, hair pulling (reader giving), mommy kink (reader identifies as they/them but accepting), handjobs, choking, oral (reader rec.), spitting (vern receiving), cumplay, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampies

Summary: Everyone knows the story of beauty and the beast. Well, that was your parents and now you're attending college with the son of Gaston of all people. You're ready to start fresh with him but it seems like all he wants to do is kill you.

author note: here he is, just took me two? three weeks. i hope you guys enjoy. it's quite different from what i usually write and just hope it translates well. next off is a spinoff heheh

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You only knew about Vernon through his ancestry. His father tried to kill yours, but your father happened to be successful in killing his.

Vernon was born out of wedlock after the news of his father’s passing, and his mother would tell her son all kinds of disfigured tales of his father’s past. She called him the most handsome of all the land, the strongest, most beloved. He was a true man’s man. She was always so hopelessly in love with him. Many women were, unlike your mother, who was the one that was actually the so-called apple of his eye.

Your mother was almost forced to marry his father when he threatened your grandfather’s life. He would use him as leverage, keeping her within reach until she eventually met your father in his most hideous form. Despite appearances and circumstances, your father became her savior.

Vernon’s father, Gaston, would not dare dream of a world where your mother had fallen for anyone else, let alone such a ‘hairy grotesque and daunting being’.

Alas, that’s exactly what happened and Gaston was so far deep in his narcissism that he couldn’t see the truth in front of him. Perhaps he couldn't see he was claiming a woman that wanted nothing to do with because he gallivanted around town to trap other women with his charisma. They all worshiped at his feet, how would your mother be any different? Countless lovers, far and wide, Vernon’s mother being one of them. Time would tell soon enough came after their night together, following Vernon’s birth–fatherless and supportless–and eventually Gaston’s downfall. 

A bastard.

Gaston underestimated your father and paid the ultimate price, falling into an abyss, and meeting the thick shards of rock waiting for him below. 

As a child, you found this story difficult to grasp, as death was still a foreign concept. Now hearing about it from time to time, it became only a piece of history. A remarkably relatable piece of history.

Regardless, you hadn’t been born then, and neither had he. You were strangers. You shouldn’t have had a problem with each other. 

Yet, he glared at you the moment you took your first steps into university together. You recognized him since he and his father were almost duplicates of one another. He had his father's devilishly good looks, broad build, and effortless smolder that had people weak at their knees. He was just as beautiful as everyone said. However, his glare burned through you like a rising phoenix, shooting through your body in a blazing heat every time you were in the same room. Did he despise you as much as he looked like he did?

You confirmed your assumptions in your swordsman’s class. You always admired the strength of a sword welder. You practiced it on your own in secret back at home, confident in your skill. But by the looks of it, Vernon had a similar sentiment, performing tremendously with the weapon in his hand.

It came at a time you’d spar, and you could swear you saw your life flash before your eyes. When you drew your swords, his quick footing took you by immediate surprise. A flurry of his offenses came in your direction, taking you on at full force. You could only hear the clangs of metal and your grunts, perspiration trickling down your face and back. You tried to relay the same force, fighting as if your life was on the line. You knew the strength you had, but Vernon was startlingly superior. He was effortlessly swift, moving like a course of water, almost hitting you with every attack.

Your heart pounded out of your chest, staring back at the impenetrable darkness in his eyes. Slash after slash. Clang after clang. Pure murder was all he could see. This man was merciless, determined to make you meet an end. You just didn’t know if it meant the end of the lesson or your life.

Finally, his final strike swiped your cheek. The blade caressed the side of your face in a swift stroke, and a thinly veiled tear on your skin revealed the moment the sword is back to his side and you were stricken on the ground. You gasp in shock, eyes shooting up at the pain, and you tried not to tarnish your regal status any more than you already had with crying.

Never let your emotions control you, your father said many times.

You felt the blood dripping from the side of your face only to quickly wipe away with your uniform sleeve. Your eyes forced forward in Vernon’s direction, not even an ounce of guilt in his eyes as he walked away in his silent victory. You tightened your fist, tempted to slam them on the hard floor in frustration, while flushed throughout your entire being.

In your rare moment of weakness, you could hear light but quick footsteps approaching. Seokmin’s kind eyes stared back at yours as he came to your aid. His long legs swung beneath him in urgency before placing himself next to you. His honey-sweet timbre stroked your side, the twinkle in his eyes startling you as used his sheer strength to princely lift you up in his arms. Making it to the nurse’s office, his warm smile took your body temperature to new heights and the caged butterflies in your stomach broke free under his gentle touch.

Unlike Vernon, Seokmin didn’t despise you. He brought up a point of how similar you were the longer you spent time together. His mother too was once trapped in a curse only to have her love conquer all in the end. He carved for a story like theirs one day. There was enough commonality between you both for simulating conversations. And much like how much you heard about the half-mermaid, his voice was an extraordinary gift, capable of moving sailors and boatmen just as effectively. Just as it’s moved you. It was one of the things you found so devastatingly attractive about him.

You couldn’t help but fall for Seokmin that day. He was like sun rays peeking through the blinds of windows. It was just unfortunate how you had met, seconds upon the decision of Vernon sparing you from death.

At least Vernon had the decency to not come across you again. Since the incident took place, you hardly come in close contact with him. And you hadn’t planned on encountering him again.

The world worked in funny ways when they assigned you with him again a month later, this time forcing you to give a historical presentation. The moment your names were called together, even amongst the student body, the temperature between you in Vernon ran cold. Apparently, your feud with Vernon preceded itself. They feared for their lives as they tore away from you, afraid to get caught in the heat of the fire.

You turn to Vernon, matching his indifferent expression, thinking what a cruel world it was to bring you back into the hands of your attempted murderer. You clenched your fist before forcing out an agreeable tone of voice. “I don’t like this any more than you do.”

He remained silent, eyes away from you, avoidant.

“It’s only for two weeks. It’ll be fine.” You were unsure if you were saying this was to him or yourself.

He swallowed before he picked up his things and stood up from his desk. “Belle Library at 3:30. The faster we get it done, the sooner I don’t have to see your face.”

With that, he walks off, a lingering sting to your self-esteem.

Just the simple phrase from his mouth made your blood heat past the boiling point. Someone had never put you off to this extent. The strength it’ll take for you to get through this project would require more than patience. It would require compliance.

When the time arrived, he was there, seated at the table, waiting for your arrival. The next hour or two went smoother than you expected: mainly quiet besides the page flipping, the typing, and the occasionally exchanged muttering. Yet, you can see this would somehow work. You ignored the hardened gaze of his. It was like pins and needles all over your body. A prolonged sting took precedence on any of your other senses, but you’d just have to deal.

Without saying much, it felt like a quiet truce, just to get past this one assignment. For that, it would be fine.

For the next few days, you continued to meet with him to make progress. You didn’t hate him any less than you did some time ago, but he was tolerable enough that you didn't mind working with him. He did his parts as you did yours, having your collaborated presentation look rather, well, presentable. You could almost taste the end of the suffering. You couldn't help but give him a small smile seeing him work so diligently like it wasn’t him months ago drawing blood from your face.

“We’re almost done. Wow. And plenty of the time during the weekend,” you said rather lightheartedly.

He surprised you by giving you a lazy nod, agreeable to your statement.

“We’re not such a bad team. Maybe after this, we can get lunch or something.”

That’s when Vernon halted his movements, hands hovering over his keyboard before looking back at you to find the cold steel reflecting in his eyes. He cocked his head, scoffing, a new–but familiar–emotion erupting on his face.

 “I don’t think so, beastie.”

You were taken aback, blinking back at him in bemusement. “Excuse me?”

“Funny you had to ask,” he responded with a crooked smile. “You’re excused.”

You scoffed, gritting your teeth back at him before clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth in a tsk. “What the hell is your problem?”

He rolled his eyes before gathering his things and stood up from the table. “We’ll pick things up from tomorrow when you can keep your ‘instincts’ under control. I need a break from you”

It took every atom in your body not to rip him from limb to limb from his foul words, mumbling under your breath curses of misfortune on him and his descendants. There was peace, even tranquility, and he had to go and mess that up. If there was a doubt in your head about how you felt about Vernon, it was clear now you could stand him and never will.

Though working through the weekend hadn’t been the plan, it’s what you ended up doing when he commanded you over messenger that there will still be work to do. God, was he the worst. You would object to his command if the project didn’t hold double digits in the percentage of your semester grade, so in the end, compliance had the best in you.

In attire not meant for regal activities or even lecture halls, you reunited with him in the same corner you both always occupied in your sweats and messy pulled-back hair. “Let’s get this over with.”

On the other hand, Vernon was effortlessly handsome in casual clothing, hair hidden underneath a beanie as he grunted back at you and you got back to work. The silence persisted, and you’re back to where you started: tolerating each other in hopes of an end.

The assignment took longer than usual today, seeing as there was a piece of information that was proven inaccurate and needed to be changed on every slide. You huffed on in frustration, parched, and took a long swig from your water bottle, his smug expression taunting you from across the table. 

“Stupid…stupid…” You muttered to yourself for letting a mistake like that happened, knowing Vernon had only more murder fuel to hold against you. 

“Glad you’re self-aware.”

You slammed the desk, unbothered by who would hear. It was empty anyway besides the librarian. No one would be here on a weekend you were.

“I am really sick and tired of your snarky attitude.”

He stood up, slamming back the same force into the desk, the toxicity in his eyes back wide and piercing. “Like you’re easy to work with? Hard to believe you can work a computer with your incompetence.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You imbecile.” You leaned forward to sink in his hair-raising glare, not backing down for once, and let the inner ‘beast’ you have trickled over the surface. “Just because you hate me doesn’t mean I deserve to be treated like shit. Mind you, I am a person.”

He leaned in closer, lips bitten red in frustration. “Hardly. Don’t think I don’t see you for the animal you are. You mindless, senseless, spawn of an abomination.”

Fury ran through your veins as you lunged at him, hands coming at him like you were rabid, feeling his strong arms come up beside you. He struggled under your weight, fighting back for a moment until gradually they gave up and let the length of your hand close around his neck. He stared back at you in anticipation, eyes flicking in a light that you had never seen before. One you couldn’t even identify if you tried. “Do it. Kill me. Like father, like offspring.”

Your teeth chattered as if you were freezing but you couldn’t be any more hot. You sucked a gasp of anguished, hatred being your lone source of fuel. Tears blurred your eyes in animosity before your grip tightened, seeing the life slowly escape his lungs as his lips quivered. His arms fell at their wingspan against his side, eyes closing in acceptance. He looked like he’s finally made peace, yet it couldn’t be under more violent circumstances. In a moment of clarity, you released your grasp, kicking him from the ground at his shin before pulling yourself up from the ground.

“Fuck you.” You spat and stormed off.

You’d swallow dragon scales before letting him win. You wouldn’t give the satisfaction of a justified ending where you’d end up the villain.

He was the villain. He’s always been the one antagonizing you and for a moment you gave in. You’d be taking lashes from the actual devil himself before letting that happen again.

You remembered how it felt with your hands around his throat, tightening every passing second. It was times like that, you feared who you were. How much of the ‘beast’ had you inherited. Besides hating him with all of your heart, your hand in ending someone’s life was terrifying but almost thrilling. 

Whatever it was, you had to ignore it, and that meant ignoring Vernon. Every inch of his beauty was easily disposable under your touch. That was more power than you could handle. You were never one to play god, even as royalty.

Using your better judgment, you finished your half of the project alone, not bothering to keep your appointments with him and rather your grade to take a hit than spend another insufferable second with him. At the deadline, you presented together with an obvious distance apart, resulting in a good enough grade that maybe the time spent together had been worth it.

It was the end, finally an end.

“You tarnished my hard work with your petty feelings.”

You rolled your eyes back at him as he confronted you in an abandoned section of the department building, often only occupied with silence. “You brought on your feelings first. I wasn't going to let you push me around. You’re so set on the delusion that I’m the reason for everything wrong in your life.”

He mocked your statement with a humorless laugh. “It’s not for no reason. I despise you.”

“And why, when I don’t know you? I’ve hardly spoken to you, even with the project occurring, you just glare back at me like some angsty little teenager like you’re annoyed at the world. Like I’m the problem.”

“Oh, in every way, you are,” he said, “Had it not been for you, I could’ve lived a normal life.”

“And how is that my fault?”

He took a step forward. “You and your fucking family that’s plaster all over town, constantly reminding me of what you’ve done to my family.”

“Me?” You said with wide eyes, “Your father held my mother hostage and tried to kill my father.”

“You think I don’t know the type of man my father was? The lies he spewed, the women he slept with, the fantastical delusions he fed my mother when she gave herself to him. I’m not a fool, beastie, but you and your family let my mother a widow, abandoned to her thoughts, and helpless child.”

Your expression softened, his words cutting through deeper than any insult he’s ever thrown at you, leaving a wallowing angst in the pit of your stomach.

“I had to be the one to take care of her, not the other way around. You and your father, your mother, everyone around you that exposed my mother to the life she’s lived…at least if my father had been around, perhaps she wouldn’t have gone insane.”

Desperation choked in his throat, eyes glassy from tears you never knew he could make. Your throat felt dry, for once lacking a comeback to respond with. You were immersed in the pain in his voice, the urgency in his body language. It was everything opposite to the Vernon you hated. Why? Why now?

“I…had no control over that.” Now you were crying, feeling the tension melt involuntarily.

You felt him crumble in front of you, falling over his harsh sobs and he fell limp on your arms, tears staining your sweater. He squeezes your arm through the fabric, desperate to be holding on to something, “She died, because of you, fucks. She only wanted to be happy…but why couldn’t I be enough?”

You didn’t know how to handle an emotional man, let alone one that was out to get you, but you let your arms come around him in an embrace. You held tight around him as the tears poured out of him like a river, returning the warmth, and forgetting he was ever screaming at you in the first place.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…you are enough Vernon. You are.” he gripped your harder, completely buried in your presence and lost in the breakdown.

You don’t remember how it ended, frankly, it was a blur. All you could remember was the heat of your sympathetic tears merging with the heat of his pained ones. Your embrace had not come close to anything you’ve once had, then again your relationship was anything but ordinary. By the time you went along with your normal day-to-day, the air had changed. Once charged with malice and disgust, now one with quiet and avoidant. Like you couldn’t bear to look at each other.

The image will forever be ingrained in your mind, as well as the weak ache in his voice as he tore himself to shreds. 

Your family never thought to visit Gaston’s family after his passing. It was no use since they’d only seen the blind fury as Vernon did, as for this mother, however, she was a normal girl in love who had lost the man she was in love with while she carried his child. Of course, that had to be heartbreaking, even if it was Gaston. Vernon had every right to be angry, fuming, having never known his father, and now having lost his mother, he was simply on a warpath. You just happened to face his wrath. 

Did it excuse any of his words or actions? No, but now you had answers. 

No matter. That was a mere months ago and you’ve had no reason to have spoken to each other since. Your father would have words for something like this. Dwelling had no place in what you have in store.

Vernon would just have to be placed on the back burner of your mind.

As of now, there was one thing to look forward to, and that was the winter formal. As a Royal, the opportunities you had to look exceptionally presentable were in front of your Royal duties or facing the brittle bones of members of parliament. This time you were dressed your best for leisure. Excitement filled every orifice of your body seeing the typically ordinary halls of your college splay posters of the event. It wouldn’t be difficult to find a way to get there or find the perfect outfit, but now all you needed was a date.

Your eyes wandered off to Seokmin, his smile dazzling as always as he engaged with his classmates. You don’t think you were obvious about your infatuation until you let out a loud sigh, causing the giggles to the left of you from Chan. As expected for the child of Tinkerbell. Mischief followed everywhere he went.

“How unbecoming of someone in line for a throne.”

You lightly elbowed the demi-fairy, playful sneering at him, watching the tuffs of his bright blond bounce wistfully in the wind. “Quiet, pest. I’m finally in a good mood.”

He slouched against the bench, following your gaze chuckling. “Just ask him out. It’s the perfect time.”

You scoffed. “And make a fool of myself? Not interested.”

“You don’t know that.”

“And I don’t want to risk it either.”

“May I remind you of your legacy? He’d be blind to reject your advances, your highness,” he said light-heartedly using your title.

You were meant to be poised and regal but Seokmin made you feel like an average person falling for their school crush. The effect he had on you was some sort of phenomenon. You’re surrounded by attractive people every day yet he’s the one who currently carried a piece of your naive little heart that believed you could have a true fairytale ending.

Ultimately, you sighed, turning to your friend with a solemn glance before pulling yourself off from the bleachers. “Let's just get to class, Chan.”

Chan gave you an indecipherable look mixed with defeat but didn’t press on further, joining you in your next class.

It had come to a point that couples outnumbered singles, crowding the vast halls to the point of polite apologies when you needed to pass someone to get somewhere. Even Chan had managed to get a date and you weren’t even sure he was seeing anyone. You were feeling left out—wondering when it was your turn, or how undesirable you were to not have gotten asked yet—until you were halted at the steps of the hall. An array of students stood by either of your sides in an almost assembly line. Scattered flower petals led your path along with seashells of every shape and size and you couldn’t help but smile especially as you met the eyes of the person behind all of it.

Seokmin was down on one knee, a large bouquet of roses in his arms, and a big poster held up by a few fellow students behind him asking to escort you to the dance. You held your hands to your face, squealing like a child hearing good news, “Yes! I’d love to go with you, Seokmin!”

You hugged him, cheers and sounds of joy following and you were happy beyond belief in the warmth of his body. Everyone was happy for you both, already making jokes for him to prepare for his royal status because this formal dance had the tradition that the couples made from this event often stood the test of time.

Meanwhile, you felt a pair of not-so-celebratory eyes tracing over every step you took, an unbearable heat running through your body. You weren’t sure what to think of it. Ignoring him was your best option, but that was better said than done.

The closer you got to the event, those same eyes would flicker to your presence more often than not, especially as you’re joined at the hip with your formal date across the halls. Vernon’s eyes, previously malicious but empty, now seeped a silent fury that wished he could have the gall to give in to the pressures he placed in his head. That gaze burned in you, embedded in your day-to-day, when you should’ve thought of one and only one person that willingly acted on being by your side.

The thought of Vernon’s eyes on you eventually began to fade into oblivion, replaced with images of slow dancing with Seokmin. You’d be adorned in gold jewelry, long silk gloves, and attire that best fitted your status, leaving onlookers wanting more. The night would be magical, parading more than royalty, living a somewhat beautiful evening of normalcy and fulfillment. And if so be it, end up resulting in a break of your lifelong dry spell of relationships.

“Well, would you look at that? Seokmin will love it.”

Chan offered you a brotherly smile as you showed off what you had chosen to wear back in your closet. The twirl of your body dropped the fabric in mesmerizing magic. You could feel a mixture of pride and power in such a beautifully crafted vessel. Its body was heavy but you couldn’t feel any more light wearing it like the world was finally going to give you what you needed, whatever that may be. It would come with time. At this moment, you felt exactly where you needed to be.

You grinned back at the young fairy. “Thanks, Chan.”

The day finally would arrive. You saw Seokmin out by the steps of your residence and finally saw the pristine appearance of him in his suit, smiling brighter than the setting sun. His gaze softened at you in appreciation, his smile somehow growing only wider, and he walked over to you and took you in his hand. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, sending chills down your back, while a thank you is caught in your throat.

You’re nervous the whole ride there, bouncing your knee in anticipation as Seokmin occasionally turned away from the road to smile. Your nerves dissipate the moment you enter the event. The dance hall was beautiful, streaming lights from the ceiling to floor satin blue cloths on tables, and gorgeous centerpieces that did the prestigious university more than justice. You have seen much grander decorations in your experience but in this space with your peers whom you respected many of, it felt like the most beautiful place on planet Earth.

“This is amazing.” You said your eyes aglow.

The coolness of the air tingled up your arm but faded as you noticed everyone else’s event attire. Grinning ear to ear, you appreciate the craftsmanship of everyone’s distinction from one another, all incorporating pieces personal to themselves. Hearing the soft laugh of your date tore you away from your watch and you locked on to the warm creases of his eyes. He excused himself, offering to get you drinks, and you nodded before seeing him off in the direction of refreshments. 

Your eyes returned to the floor plan before landing on the man you least expected to attend, prim and proper in a maroon-red suit perfectly tailored to him like a second skin. Vernon locked on you. The familiar look of hostility in his eyes along with something else unexplainable. It made the hairs of your neck stand and yet you couldn’t bear looking away.

You drew heat up your spine, breath stolen from your lips, and eyes quivered over his shape as you took in all of him. You knew all this time he was handsome, more than that, he looked eerily delectable, but you weren’t one to admit that. Not even yourself. Yet, something in the air, something mystical that drew you to him like a spell. A powerful, deeply conjured, mind-bending spell. 

“Dewberry punch. Surprisingly delicious.”

Your gaze broke at Seokmin’s appearance, smiling at him as if you hadn’t just thought about someone else in his presence. “I bet.”

You accepted your drink, while Vernon still trickled in your head like simmering rain, pattering on your rooftop and leaking to your subconscious.

It stayed that way throughout the night, making you wonder how you could change your sentiment about him with a simple suit. With all the wardrobe changes in the world, it shouldn’t have changed anything, but perhaps it wasn’t just the suit. The last vulnerable moment you shared was something that crawled from the back of your mind, softening your heart and aching for the man in your thoughts. You had sympathy as you would for anyone in a hard situation. Vernon was no different from that. It’d make sense if you’d think of him.

You did mental gymnastics during your slow dance, smiling back at Seokmin amicably as your hand pressed lightly against the middle of your back. He hummed to the beat of the music, his natural radiance momentarily distracting you. “I mean it when I said you look beautiful because, wow, you really do. Can hardly believe you said yes to me.”

Something swelled up in your heart, heating your cheeks as your smile grew an inch. You pulled closer to him confidently, content to hear he shared a similar sentiment. You let your eyes naturally flutter back at him, a familiar sense of breathlessness stopping at your lungs.

“I’m really glad you asked me,” you said in a soft gasp.

You felt his fingers lock tighter through yours and your foreheads kiss in a split second. His light layer of cologne infiltrates your nose and tickles your insides. You felt the warmth of his breath, the moment approaching, and you anticipated it. The moment his perfect pair would find yours, time would stop, like the storybook fairytale ending his mom and your dad had. 

Yet. You turned your head, burning in embarrassment from your last decision reflex. “I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Seokmin smiled disappointedly, reluctantly letting you go.

You took your time, lightly splashing water on your face. You took in your deep breaths. You physically shuddered to yourself. Something in the air that told you not enough. It should’ve been it, it’s all that your head said, but for some reason, your heart disagreed. What is wrong with you?

You shut your eyes tight, taking in more breaths—only getting shallower—before exhaling. By the time your heart settled down, you exited the restroom, painting a courteous smile, inching closer and closer to Seokmin who now seems to be preoccupied with the company of his friends.

Their voices only got louder the closer your feet cut through the distance, words getting clearer until you're riddled with confusion, drinking in every mutter like hot gossip.

“They were easy,” Seokmin bragged uncharacteristically.

Easy.

“They’re really into you, huh? Looks like you’ll get to replenish your fortune after all.”

Seokmin’s smile was familiar, yet an inkling of something sinister peaks through the last second as he fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair. “Becoming a Royal is going to be so much easier than I thought. Luckily, the beast’s kid is so desperate for attention. Who knows, maybe they’ll prove themselves in bed how much they’re willing to do for it.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, and you blinked them away, furious for not seeing the truth sooner. Your blood boiled. You were about to approach him when someone was one step ahead of you. In a flash, Vernon was pinning Seokmin by the neck. Seokmin, fear in his eyes, choked through his threats, hands over Vernon’s in an attempt to pull him off. “What the hell? Get off me!”

“Take it back,” Vernon growled.

A sum of the initial shock dissipates in Seokmin’s eyes, a smile erupting on his face, one that suggests anything but civil reconciliation. “What…oh, about Y/n? Why? Pretty boy got their eyes set on them?”

Vernon slammed him back on the wall, gripping tighter. “You get anywhere near them, I’ll kill you.”

“Vernon stop!” You shouted. “You’ll actually kill him!”

In a lingering silence, Vernon persists on Seokmin’s neck, fuming, seeing the taunt in Seokmin’s eyes. “You heard them. Let me go. Don’t think for a second you’re worth an ounce of their attention.”

“Like you are?” Vernon said, gritting his teeth.

“Vernon, please!” You pleaded.

Vernon pulled off of Seokmin, shoving him to the ground, before storming away. A look from him to you as he exits.

You approached him, finally seeing how pathetic he looks.

“Y/n, can you believe that guy?” He stretched his hands out to you, “Help me out here, beautiful.”

Your footsteps are heavy approaching him. Arms crossed, your scowl presented itself. “I heard everything, you jerk. I have half a mind to let him finish the job.”

He blinked back in disbelief, feigning innocence, “Y/n how could you say that—this is all just a misunderstanding—“

“Shut up and never talk to me again or I’ll finish what he started.” You took off from the scene, leaving Seokmin on the ground.

Your feet took you out of the building and on a search. Vernon couldn’t have left far behind. Gathering the material of your clothes in your fists, you find him within minutes. “Vernon! Come back here!”

“Get lost, beastie. I don’t have the energy for you.”

You scrunched your face up in frustration but persisted, trailing him heatedly. “You are going to explain what the hell just happened. I don’t know how many glasses of champagne you had, but no matter the amount does not warrant the near bloodshed in that ballroom. Or are you that stupid?”

“Leave me the fuck alone or I’ll make sure there’s bloodshed.”

“You could’ve gotten in so much trouble. Your temper is actually insane how in the hell—“

One second, you're going at him for doing something so reckless due to his unbridled lack of control, next he’s seething at you as he’s pinned you to the rough surface of an oak tree in the middle of school grounds. His eyes lit like wildfire, burning your skin from the little distance between you both.

“I warned you. You should’ve listened.”

You gasped seeing those honey eyes, like molten gold, you were entranced by their naked beauty seeing how they started to slowly soften beneath your gaze. “You…defended me. You almost killed someone…for me…”

Despite his warnings, you held no fear, and at this moment you felt perplexed by how alluring a mere human could be. Your heart rattled like it demanded escape and you can hear his heart do the same. It helped to have super hearing. You swallowed, eyes falling to his lips before, watching them tremble before you crushed them to yours.

Stunned, you felt him succumb to the desire you sense you both had, feeling his hand crawl up to your frilled side. However, half a second too late, he’s shoving you aside, covering his lips in wide-eyed shock. You stood back with your own look of shock, internally asking yourself if that really all happened. Not even a chance to apologize, Vernon took several steps back. “Never do that again. I swear to god, or I’ll regret it.”

He disappeared through the dark fog the air cast, leaving you alone in your thoughts. One thing stayed with you in that experience though. He said ‘I’ll regret it’ not ‘you’ll regret it.’ What exactly would he regret about it?

When classes start back up again, the atmosphere is anything but what it used to be. Despite your background, you lived a vaguely calm day to day but nowadays you can’t walk the halls without being stared at. You knew why, but you weren’t going to let them get to you. You were going to give yourself that space.

You let Chan know your lunches would be by yourself for a while until the noise would die down, and although he was disappointed, he couldn’t have been too disappointed with him and his formal date that has recently gone official. You were happy to know he wouldn’t be alone in your time of self-care.

The rooftop was known to be empty at almost all times. You knew this from coming time to time, especially in your freshman year when in the midst of the blithering heat of summer. Frankly, it didn’t bother you as much and apparently still hadn’t as you walked up the flight of stairs leading up and out the doors of that very rooftop.

Clutching a lunch box too big for a normal human, you stared back into the eyes he was scarfing down his meal like he was starving and alone. Vernon’s eyes grew twice their size as a limp noodle hung from his mouth before slurping it back up from his sauce-stained lips. “What ar—why are you here?”

You gestured to food, butting back the bit of shock that he was actually here in front of you. “Lunch.”

“Yeah, why aren’t you eating in the cafeteria? Off-campus? Why here?” He badgered.

You scoffed. “You don’t own the rooftop, Vernon.”

“Well, I don’t like you here. leave.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Are you really gonna be so difficult?”

“How am I being difficult? I’ll just sit here away from you eating my lunch, just… Ignore me.”

He scoffed. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

You occupied a space from the ground and made yourself at home, sitting criss-cross on the ground. Vernon stayed where he was found and continued his lunch. Neither of you talked the rest of the time there and when the moment it was time to go back to your individual classes. It would be done separately, but that would continue for weeks at a time, almost seeing each other every day around the same time for lunch. If you came to a point that neither of you minded the other's presence given that it was so normal to see each other in the same place.

Now you would quietly acknowledge each other while simultaneously trying to ignore each other’s presence, but within due time, the air between you two would leave a lingering charge, likely still thinking about what happened the night of the formal. The moment of weakness.

“I never thanked you.”

Vernon raised his brow, forking through his food.“Thanked me for what?”

“You may have almost killed Seokmin but you defended me.”

He rolled his eyes simultaneously letting out a sigh. “Don’t bring up that shit again.”

“But you did, and why… You hate me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” he answered, uncertainty in his tone, “Maybe I don’t know. He just pissed me off.”

You smiled to yourself, finishing up the last of the entree. “I was there to hear everything and even I didn’t know what I’d do, so, thank you.”

“Whatever.”

The silence made its return but you continue to see each other more and more. Word has gone down about the entire event and you had become old news, but you never changed your routine. These days you were starting to enjoy Vernon’s company and perhaps he was enjoying yours. He stopped complaining about your loud chewing and started accepting some of your food exchanges, but besides that, you remain civil. You hadn't talked about the kiss you shared, and perhaps it was best that way. At least that’s what you kept saying to yourself even though it’s all you’ve thought in his presence.

You were forcing yourself to get over it. You had finally come to a place you and Vernon could stand in the same place without killing one another, maybe you even grew a friend out of him. In any case, you were better off, not knowing what he meant when he kissed you back or what he meant by saying he’d regret it. It would be fine. Given your family’s history, it’s likely they would never be what you dreamt it would be.

Fingering threw your bags for your dorm keys. You are getting closer and closer to the steps to home. You clutch around the metal, lacing a digit through your key ring, and claiming your key before a hand comes around your wrist. You turn to see your perpetrator, manic, eyes stare back at you and a smile, that you once found warm and familiar, turned dark and sadistic.  His once honey voice that you dreamt of, and could soothe you to sleep now, spoke a terrifying timber, towering over you, seething back at your fearful stance.

“Y/n, talk to me please talk to me.”

You tugged from his grip. “Seokmin what are you doing here? Leave me the fuck alone.”

“How are you? I’ve missed you.” Honey laced his tongue, but known him it was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, deceitful. 

“Seokmin let go of me.”

“No,” he shouted, “not until everything is right with us again.”

You shot your eyes back at him, “Are you fucking insane? Get away from me, you lunatic.”

His fingers wrapped tighter around you, bringing you close and personal to see the red in his eyes. “You were mine, Y/n who cares what happened that night. All I know is that I want you and I know you want me too.”

“Seokmin please, I’m begging you, you’re hurting me.”

In your desperate pleas, he doesn’t listen. You felt trapped, buried under the heavy weight of his words, how inhuman he looks,, and you feel terrified for your life. You tried wrenching out of his touch, screaming for an escape, wishing upon any unseen star in the afternoon sky that this moment would end. As if your prayers were answered a body comes in and slams Seokmin onto the ground. You see their feet kick back at him, fury in their eyes screaming back at the man.

“Get the fuck out of here before I promise to kill you and I don’t fucking break my promises.”

Seokmin is almost tempted to challenge him, but he ends up escaping, leaving you both behind.

Here Vernon was again, somehow saving you just as you have begun to accept your platonic nature, and you can’t help but look at him with eyes of want, desire, and need. You’ll never begin to understand the pull you had towards this impossibly destructive man but you were beginning to understand that there would never be an end between you two. In turn a new fear, now you would be worrying about days without him.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, washed over with concern.

“I’m not but,” you look over him, locked on him, even noticing the sweat falling from his brow, “You really have no self-control do you?”

He dropped his warm expression“Are you really telling that to me, someone that just saved you from potential assault?”

“You keep hurting me, you keep saving me, pick a side. What is it about me, Vernon? Why? Why are you here when I always least expect you to be?” You asked in almost frustration. 

“As if I know. you’re the beast’s kid. How can you be so fucking helpless that you need my saving?”

You don’t bother to answer, as if the answer were all in the eyes looking back at you. Gathering all your courage, your lips found their way back to his, the salt of your tears sweeping over his lips. You whimpered in ache, clutching the front of his shirt. You pulled him towards you and this time, he didn't let go.

You made your way back to your place, clothes thrown astray on the ground. You were skin to skin, lips to lips, body to body. It all felt so fast, so rash, but your mind couldn’t think of anything else. All there was the hot of the fire between your legs and Vernon, perfect gorgeous Vernon.

“Vernon…”

He exhaled a shallow breath before roughly tugging you to the arm of your couch, placing you against it like it’s your pedestal. His hand against the small of your back, steadied you as his lips made their way down to your chin, neck, and collar. His eager fingers found your stiff peaks in a matter of milliseconds before he prodded at them, rolling them between the pads of his fingers.

“You won’t regret it,” You asked, “having sex with me?”

“Will you?” he responded, teeth grazing your stiff sensitivity as it got harder against his tongue.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Good. Then neither will I.”

He fell to his knees the moment he found a place between your thighs. The heat of his lips ghosts over your inner thighs, tongue licking over the fabric of your inner garment, before closing it around his lips, sucking the arousal soaking through it. You clutched the leather of your seat, moisture forming in your mouth, “Oh god.” His tongue finds the divide of core, moaning sweetly as hr anxiously fed. Your legs settled on either of his shoulders, knee brushing tenderly over his cheek.

Finally, pushing the garment aside, he feasted on your raw heat, moving his tongue in ravenous speed, having you spew out sighs of contentment. You blistered in goosebumps, licking your lips, your whines became a soothing symphony, and Vernon’s tongue became the award-winning solo. Soon, they’d melt in bursts of ache, clenching the perimeters to his face.

“Your tongue, Vernon, shit…”

His hands stroked up your side, tongue flicking back at your clit, before his mouth sucks on the entrance, kissing it like he’s met his estranged lover. You couldn’t ignore his eyes, honey ebbing with lust, long lashes framing his view like he was a goddamn dream. You laced through his hair when you felt the presence of his fingers in you and you tugged, a sinful mumble leaves his lips.

“Harder.”

You thought you might’ve been hearing things, and you croaked out a, “What?”

“Please pull harder,” Vernon repeated in groans. “Mommy…”

You blinked back down at him in fascination. “Mommy?”

His eyes creased together in an impossibly endearing way, looking malleable and edible, his gentle hands caressed your thighs in worship, “Yes Mommy…please…”

“…Okay, I can do that.”

You did as he requested and his voice resonated as a reward. Your fingers dig deeper in his hair and found out how easily Vernon complies with a bit of encouragement. His fingers plugged your entrance, removing and reappearing, at a skilled pace. You enjoyed him, louder moans bouncing off the walls of your manor as your body shook against him, surely coming apart for in a matter of minutes how he was going. Bucking your hips you hissed as a sliver of your climax, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please do it, Mommy, I want to taste you…”

You called out to him in pure anguish, his mouth pressed into you, catching every drip, completely defiling his mouth. Finished, you pulled him by the hair to meet his lips. You fisted through his hair, locking his body between your legs as your release is addictingly sweet on his tongue. “So you want me to be your…mommy?”

“Yes,” Vernon slowly answered with a hint of hesitancy, “does that bother you?”

“N-no, just not used to it, but I like it,” your draped your arms over his shoulders, “as long as you like it. You can call me whatever you want. I’ll be your mommy.”

You dragged him from his hair, ensuring he was willingly compliant, and had him land on the thick cushion of the couch. You sat next to his side, sucking on his tongue coated in your climax before you crept your hand at his briefs. Your hands slipped out his cock and wrapped its stiff stature with your fingers. Traveling his precum to his shaft, your digits trace over his veins through the slick. You placed pressure around his girth—his moans sweet but full of sin—and you smiled against his lips in interest.

“You like that?” You teased, “You like how mommy’s touching you?”

“Yes, Mommy.” He trembled.

“Should mommy help you cum?”

He nodded, chest noticeably heaving up and down. “I want whatever mommy wants.” 

Your gaze dipped at his cock, delectable and only growing bigger in his hands “I want you to cum on mommy’s fingers.”

He nodded again, now more gingerly, “Yes, Mommy, thank you, Mommy.”

You stroked with a gentle touch initially, working your way up his length, and allowed him to speak to find a pressure he preferred. You liked how he reacted to you, almost buzzing in arousal. He emitted subtle desperation, patient to your control, and only allowed himself to move as you asked. His hands stayed by his side, nails digging into the leather of the couch. Your free hand parted his messy hair, exposing his forehead, and you took the ball of your hand over his flushed cheek. You admired him close in stark contrast to the hand ruining him.

He mouth opened to pant, “So good…that’s so good…thank you…”

You bit your lip, an idea suddenly popping into your head. “Can I spit in your mouth, baby?”

As if he couldn’t get redder, he glows up like a bright neon sign, almost blaring that he was in fact open. “Yes, Mommy, spit in my mouth please.”

You tilted his head upward by his chin. Your thumb helped in parting his lips before a string of translucent liquid fell from your tongue to his picture perfectly. “Slurp it for me baby, take my spit.”

He collected the remains from your tongue, needy wet sounds loud for show, and he visibly swallowed for you to see. “Thank you…”

“No, thank you.”

Your lips found home against each other and your hand tugged around his cock tighter, faster. His whimpers are muffled between your lips, and his hips instinctively bounce, thrusting back into your touch. You didn’t need to pleasure yourself to get off, already high on his pretty little voice desperate for release. “Such a good boy for me. You gonna come for me?” 

“Yes Mommy, I’m gonna cum…just like that touch me just like that.” You followed the direction of his voice before you found the buckle of his hips, finally, it dispersed in the air and hit his chest. his lips.

“That good?” You hummed, and he nodded back, inching closer to you, inaudibly asking for more.

You did as he requested, drawing them only when you hear his gags and his salvia is the only thing that keeps you connected. Nothing could replace the look of listlessness mixed with pleasure on his face, it was pure bliss.

“Sit still for Mommy.”

You let your underwear fall to the ground and do the same to him before coming up and straddling his lap. Your lips are again one, crushing in harsh friction as you were rubbing his still hard cock between your bodies, not caring about the mess. Your slick moisture slathers up your bodies in the process while you’re grinding in his lap. Ribbons, thick of ivory releases, adorn his toned torso like celebratory streamers.

You collected it from your fingers and had a taste, dragging the nectar over your tastebuds. “So sweet…”

He eyed your fingers, blinking back in temptation as he licked his lips. There’s no need to ask as you gathered the remaining from his body and gently placed it in his mouth. He ate his cum with pride, sucking them off clear from your finger until your knuckles practically vanished from

“Should mommy help you cum so more?” You tempted, “That way you can cum in Mommy?”

A glint of excitement flashed before replacing it with concern. “B-but a condom?”

You shrugged, leaning in closer, “I trust you’ve been good, have you?” Have you been safe?

“Yes, Mommy.”

You tangled your fingers through his hair, soften with his sweat, “Then it's no problem.”

You slipped him inside you feeling him stretch your insides. Your lips pressed together, processing the sensation, which followed a loud satisfied moan.  “Such a good boy, so big for mommy.”

At the same time, Vernon groaned, hands settling on your hips, “Mommy’s so…perfect, so warm.”

You used him like a toy, lifting your body to bounce in his lap. You pulled at his lips with your teeth, tuned in to the whimpers he makes when let go. His cock moved in at in achingly slow rhythm, teasing him with your walls, seeing hope fade from his eyes every time you do. Holds your tighter, determined for more, but does not overstep his role. “Mommy…”

“Is my baby being needy?”

“Please let me cum—mmh, ah,” your fingers found his nipples, twisting them, “Please, Mommy.”

“Are you going to clean up the mess?”

“Yes Mommy, I always clean my messes.”

“Fine, I’ll let you cum,” your hand came around the sides of his neck before tightening, the startle look in his eyes melting in euphoria as you felt his adam's apple shift as he swallowed, “but we’re both going to cum. And you, are going to cum a huge load in me. Are you gonna do that for Mommy?”

He nodded, no sign of diminishing obedience. “Yes, mommy, everything.”

You put in more effort this round, pounding and grinding over his thighs, the sounds of your skin coming against each other having you reeling in every way.. His cock fucked back into you but if anything, it felt like you were the one fucking him. You pushed him harder against the couch, leaving his head over the end of the couch. “Gonna cum for mommy, hmm? Gonna pour your big load into me?”

“So good Mommy…more…let me cum please…I’ll pour it all into you.”

You took top speed, fucking until you couldn’t anymore, as your climax reappeared, bucking your hips against him. Vernon shit his eyes as he was close too, and in a second you felt a flood of warmth fill you to the brim, coating your insides in his hot, sweet nectar. His thrusts come apart in the air like his moans, in a staccato rhythm, he fits his cock deeply surrounded in your release before dropping his head back to catch his breath. You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling, and feeling soft caresses take up your back misted with sweat.

“That…um,” you chuckled nervously to yourself, the illusion of power dissipated.

“Thank you, Y/n.” His voice oozed something that kept you warm and gooey, resembling sincere gratitude and appreciation.

For the first time in what felt like forever, your cheeks are now finally the ones to heat up. You stared back at Vernon’s glassy gaze, a smile so foreign yet dreamlike, you almost forget it wasn’t one of the many images you imagined in your head. He was actually staring back at you with the same desire you had grown to have for him.

“I never got to apologize,” he added, lids heavy with fatigue, “kind of feels late for that, but I’m sorry.”

“Well it’s kind of late to say I forgive you, but I do.”

You didn’t need to say what it was for you to understand what the apology was about, neither of you did. You simply just kissed, kissed him as if you’d die without him. You’d kiss him until your lips would glue shut together from a natural glue. You’d kiss him if it’s the last day of the world. You’d just kiss him.

After some cleansing, you joined naked in the bed, just back in each other's presence. With your head on his arm and his other arm around you, you laid next to each other like newlyweds, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry, about your family I mean,” you couldn’t help but follow up.

He shook his head defiantly, “Don’t be, honestly, I was being…awful, jumping to conclusions. Funny enough, a lot like my dad.”

You sensed the bitterness in his voice, “But my family held power. I could’ve—we could’ve. There was so much we could’ve done to help your upbringing.”

“That is not your responsibility,” he replied pushing away a loose strand of hair from your face, “I’m finally accepting that right now she’s in a good place. I don’t have to worry about her. What’s done is done.”

“What about you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you?” You asked dubiously, just wanting assurance. 

“For once…I am. Finally, I am.” He kissed your lips, holding on to your close embrace. “Her passing pushed me to do better for myself—even if it wasn’t for the best intentions—it got me through school, and gave me an in with the happily ever after program. Now I can have my happily ever after. Took me this long but you helped me realize it.”

You matched his smile. “I’m happy for you.” You petted the top of his head, hearing him chuckle.

“There’s a lot I need to make up for, even if we’re ‘even’.”

You hummed cheekily in agreement, “Certainly, we can find something.”

He playfully shrugged, gathering your hint. “Just tell me what it is, I’ll be there. Even if I have to get on my knees.”

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a soft post-thangorodrim ficlet for @thelordofgifs <3

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Fingon could not seem to cease laughing. He would begin to compose himself, sweep back his braids from his face and clean his cheeks of tears of mirth; glance once more at Maedhros, and be lost once more.

“If you are quite finished,” Maedhros said, chill as the frost growing upon Mithrim’s shores.

“I am, I am!” Fingon drew a deep, shuddering breath. He had to turn away a little, to remove the smile from his face. “Give me but a moment, and I shall be everything grave.” 

Maedhros took that instant to try out  a grimace.

He could not bear to unwind himself into emotion. In captivity, the sophisticated, ruthless dignity he had borne as a prince had become a ruthless mastery of himself.

He could not allow himself to show fear, or wrath; mirth was for defiance only, a dangerous leverage, used in the secrecy of his own spirit against his own despair far more often than against Gorthaur or his servants. 

So well he had sought not to be enthralled! He could not find his way out of the chains he had wound for his own safe-keeping, now.

It did not follow his breast did not warm, to hear Fingon’s marvelous, snorting laughter.

Once, he had been able to laugh with Fingon with the greatest ease, at the slighted provocation. Even the most practiced and deliberate of his smiles had been easy, and beeautiful to behold. He had been proud of his bearing – proud and careful in its polish, as if it were a great inheritance passed down from his parents. A great burden, to be done justice to – which it had been. Maitimo,  most fair of the princes of Valinor; Finwe’s second heir.

“Do not pay me any mind, I am being most unkind to a good apprentice's try. You will recall mine own were so much worse at that age! It is only that it is so very sweet,” Fingon said earnestly, eyes bright with a whicked gleam. “Tyelperinquar missed you so dearly.”

Fingon – it was Fingon, marvellous and impossible. For him, Maedhros made such efforts. He woke; he moved; he ate; he teased. He moved his face, a little, now.

It was enough. Even the weak flicker of it reboubled upon Fingon’s face.

“I am aware this is the ugliest tiara any Noldo has ever wrought,” Maedhros said, striving for rueful and striking nearer to grim. He tilted his chin, let the overwrought silver circlet with its wildly mismatched jewels slide pointedly down his brow. 

Sweet - quite sweet, indeed.

The sight of the gift in his nephew’s soft hands had nearly wrenched Maedhros into silence, struck him more painfully than his brother’s cutting anger when presenting the true, far more beautiful crown he was to wear for Fingolfin’s coronation.

Fingon’s smile softned. He made it look so easy. It had not been easy, in the Ice, to find the will or the strength to fight the calcifying frost – but Fingon, Maedhros could tell, had kept up the practise of it. His heart had ever been his strength. The long journey had tempered it, turned it into a powerful force strange to Maedhros’ understanding of his dearest friend and of mighty authority both.

The Dispossessed, they called him now. Maedhros approved. It suited the accords he had settled with Fingolfin, it established as truth the fiction-making of politics. A bitter burden, but he had even been used to carrying such. It felt true enough to his ears, which boded well for the solidity of the arrangement.

 “Russandol,” Fingon said, the name he had made a sound of love so long ago. He upturned his palm, offering it – without expecting Maedhros to hold it, offering nonetheless.

It took his breath away, as surely as if his chain had been wrenched. Maehdors could not begin to guess what his face revealed; he could not have hidden anything of his heart from Fingon, even if he had tried with all his will.

Scarred and altered and cheerless Maedhros might be; the look in Fingon’s eyes when he looked at him remained more familiar than the stars in the sky. “Darling. Tyelperinquar shall be a great jeweller one day, but there is no need to sigh for that day; you are wondrous to behold as you are.”

[deathlonging]

i really love what s1 of arcane has to say about parent-child relationships and how they don't exist for the protection of the child but instead the validation and power of the parent. its so interesting how vander never lets go of the greater good approach even for a second: its what gets him killed, its why he locks vi into the tiny dank room while he goes off to fight which she will always resent him a little for even through the grief, but understands nonetheless bc she's so thoroughly internalized the message of Protect The Family (which is part of why she denies calling her sister jinx. taps the sign protection here is of course yet another form of control on the parent's terms) and silco's authority is entirely different entirely selfish. its you and i against the world there's no one else to trust or hold close. but ofc even then he has with vander the common thread of: he's like a father ! (said in the #sense that he enacts patriarchal violence) :) everyone under him considers jinx sheltered for her age, she's had a luxurious upbringing for a child of zaun, and thats only due to silco's coddling. she's indispensable to him at his will, she doesn't want to leave, but it's hard to tell if she could if she wanted to--not least because she's so privy to everything in his life, all his schemes and machinations, and that gives her a modicum of leverage over him while he cups her entire life in his hands. she's not self sufficient in the usual ways. while silco uses this to keep jinx with him at all costs, ambessa sends mel away because of it, because her daughter's proclivities for peace cannot be allowed to break her of her duties to the family and to the state (like how silco raised jinx for zaunite revolution in the name of his love, ambessa tried to do the same for mel in governance. and failed bc mel was simply too sensitive to bloodshed. the unfavorite) for ambessa the family is another axis for control and dominion and she considers it mel's betrayal that the latter causes ambessa to be influenced by her softness and weakness (non-violence). bc love oughtn't to make ambessa weak ! and she punishes mel for it by banishing her to piltover

[impossiblefangirl0632]

The Colombian Cryptid, Hallmark AU and Fairytail/arranged marriage AU sound very interesting, can you tell more about them please? 🥺

Okay let's do this. (It's going to be long)

(Spoilers for act I of TBTK) The Colombian Cryptid is a TBTK x Leverage crossover with the premise of: The Leverage crew gets called in to figure out how the tablet was stolen and get it back. Panadero told them it was probably Bruno. They can’t get into Bruno’s house so they decide to fake the original Lost People manuscript as a trap. Bruno does show up but ends up proving it’s a fake. The team slip a tracker on him but it just shows him going to wherever they set up shop in Bogota.

Snippet:

“I’m impressed, you figured out a lot more than most people but you missed something painfully obvious.” Bruno commented lightly, spinning around in Hardison’s chair to face them in front of the conspiracy board. “You found Mendez, Marcos and Mercedes but you missed the one staring you in the face.”

He lazily pointed over his shoulder at the print out of a modern copy of a lost people. Specifically at the author’s name.

Hardison’s eyes just about bugged out of his head. “What? Nah, man that’s— you can’t be…”

Bruno grinned a little “Your fake was a little too well done kid. I was a terrible book binder. You didn’t make it perfect but your intentional screw ups were a lot neater than my accidental ones.” He tucked his hands in his pockets. “Plus, you know, you don’t have the pages I never translated. I mean there are pages in the original Spanish that you don’t have, you just put the modern text through a translator. I am impressed with your translator by the way, very few grammatical mistakes.”

Parker added, “We tried to get the original Spanish from you but your house cheats.”

“I’m impressed you were able to get close enough to find that out. “Bruno responded with raised eyebrows.

Nate stepped forward, “So why are you here then? Why tell us you’re Bernardo?”

“Now that’s a good question.” Bruno began to pace. “See, usually, when someone starts poking around I just make them forget about me and we both go on our merry ways.

“But…?”

Bruno stopped pacing and raised a hooked finger to cover his lips. “But I recognize you,” he pointed at Eliot, “And it’s driving me nuts.”

Hallmark AU

This was an idea I was kicking around with @16magnolias. Basically it's a cheesy Hallmark modern AU where nothing hurts. Razili is a baker who just moved to a small town (the Encanto) and Bruno is a a famous author who has written a famous pirate romance under a pseudonym except he's stuck on the last book so he's come home hoping that will get rid of his writer's block. Problem is he hasn't actually told his family he's back yet. He hangs out in the bakery since that's one place not many of the Madrigal's are likely to visit (since they have Julieta). There's this whole thing with a baking competition and Razili volunteering at the library and befriending Oscar (After they get together they adopt him and Oscar actually gets both parents (and siblings) in this AU). Eventually Razili meets the Madrigals and she realizes who Bruno really is. I just have plotting for this one, nothing actually written.

Fairy Tale / Arranged Marriage AU

There are two AUs in this doc:

Fairytale AU

Razili is a Princess who has run away from an arranged marriage to a humperdink esque prince. She stumbles upon a house in the middle of the forest but there’s no one there except for some rats  and she’s exhausted so she ends up falling asleep in the armchair. 

Bruno is a hermit magician who has been cursed to forget that he's the Encantan Prince. When he comes home he moves Razili to the bed and leaves a note saying he'll help anyway he can if she's still here when he comes back in the evening.

It's a sort of voluntary beauty and the beast type situation. Theres something familiar bout him that she cant quite put her finger on. She realizes after a while that he reminds her of the boy she'd been engaged to before he disappeared years ago. 

The people of the nearest village try to warn her away from him (similar to Canon reputation) she chews them out because she's already half in love with him.

One of the villagers figures out who she is and humperdink shows up amd threatens to kill Bruno unless she comes with him willingly. She kisses Bruno goodbye and it breaks his curse. 

Razili and Humperdink leave. Two of his cronies loop back around on orders to kill Bruno but Bruno reveals himself to be a lot more powerful than he’s let on. 

Cut to the wedding, Razili is arguing with her parents and she learns that her engagement to Bruno was meant to protect their kingdom from Humperdink’s by the alliance it would form with the Encanto. But when Bruno disappeared they had no choice it was either she marry Humperdink or their kingdom would be invaded.

Now that she knows what’s going on she agrees to marry Humperdink to save her people.

Bruno bursts in during the ceremony and says she can’t marry Humperdink because she was promised to him first. Alma, Julieta and Pepa are with him and back up his claim that he is the Encantan prince. HUmperdink gets mad and challenges Bruno to a duel during which he reveals that it was him that hired the people who kidnapped and cursed Bruno. Humperdink loses but when Bruno turns away he tries to kill him and Razili saves him. They all leave  (Humperdink in disgrace and Bruno and Razili get married back in the Encanto.

Swan Princess AU

They met several times while growing up and became good friends. When Razili was 14 she realized she loved him. She was going to tell him on his birthday (17) but someone crashed the party and abducted him before vanishing.

The witch who took him was hired to get rid of him which she is choosing to interpret as not killing him. Instead she curses him to be a rat by day and a human by night. He has to return to the little house in the middle of nowhere she left for him every morning or he'll be stuck as a rat forever. 

I'm on the fence whether he keeps his memories or not

Razili shows up when she runs away from her new engagement to Humperdink and I’m not sure if she’ll recognize him or not. I’m thinking he doesn’t let her see him for a while? In any case similar ending to the the first Fairytale au

[4acesofspades]

Just had a thought that I'm not really sure what to do with.

In Leverage, we have a fairly typical found family dynamic, right? Mom, Dad, and three kids. I've seen it done over and over with varying degrees of success.

But what Leverage does differently and what makes it so interesting is that the power dynamic and the "flow of authority(?)" I guess is not set up the same.

Nate may be the head of the family, the father figure, but it is Eliot that takes care of them. It's Eliot that comes for them when they're in danger, it's Eliot who feeds them, it's Eliot who takes care of Nate.

And I was thinking about that while watching a few episodes, and it's not all that uncommon of an issue in dysfunctional families, especially those where one parent is an alcoholic. The eldest child-in this case Eliot- has to step up and take care of the kids (and very often the alcoholic parent as well.) They knew Nate was not capable of running a family-found or not- and Eliot ended up filling in the gaps.

Could Sophie take up where Nate left off? She tries, in bits and pieces, but the team doesn't trust her in the same way. They don't trust her because her job description is deception, but it's more than that even. In order to be that close with Nate, she needs to enable him to some degree. She needs to be on the same side at the end of the day. Parker and Hardison can disagree with Nate, but they don't have any real power over him.

Only Eliot has the power to change the situation because his stake in it is Parker and Hardison of course, but he also loves Nate and is loyal to him. Eliot won't stand by and let him destroy himself. Negligence, to Eliot, seems to be just as bad a crime as anything they've committed.

[luckyandtheheartbreakers]

When I was a kid, my parents apologized to me often. They did things that were wrong and admitted to it. They expected the exact same behavior from me and they got it.

I remember going to a friend's house and telling his dad that he needed to apologize because he threw something that was important to my friend and it made my friend upset. That's not how I put it as a child, but you get the idea.

"Moms and dads don't apologize to their kids. You should know that. We're the adults."

"But my mom and dad apologize to me when they do bad things!" I protested, whined even.

"Oh..."

Most poignant "oh..." I've heard to this day. He had no idea other people treated their kids with respect and dignity. He thought all parents were assholes to their kids. It was so clear, the look on his face, he hadn't considered apologizing for what he had done wrong in a very long time.

Apologizing takes integrity, admitting you're wrong for hurting someone requires empathy that I fear was not taught to as many of us as it should have been.

People think admitting they did something wrong means they lose authority or leverage, but in fact it's the opposite.

I am incapable of respecting my father-in-law because when he was confronted by my wife and told that what he was doing was hurtful and wrong, he tried yelling over her and telling her to "just get over it." Those are the words of a pathetic man not worth my time, not to mention my respect. Yet he demanded my respect. Over and over he has demanded respect from me and I will never be able to give it to him because clearly if you can't apologize for hurting your own child, you do not love them. If you can't bear to stop a behavior that is hurting them, you do not love them.

If you can't hold yourself accountable to the expectations you have for others and how they should be treating you, then you don't love them.

If you can't admit that you're a piece of shit sometimes, then I'm just going to assume you're divorced from reality.

[edifyschool]

Preschool Franchise in India: Unlocking the Gateway to Early Education

In recent years, the demand for quality early education has surged in India, giving rise to a thriving market for preschool franchises. As parents recognize the importance of a strong foundation for their child’s future, preschools have become a popular choice. This blog delves into the world of preschool franchises in India, exploring the benefits, considerations, and potential opportunities for aspiring entrepreneurs.

The Growing Need for Preschool Education

With the rapid urbanization and changing lifestyle patterns in India, the need for preschool education has never been more significant. Preschools play a crucial role in nurturing a child’s cognitive, social, emotional, and physical development during their formative years. As the emphasis on early education grows, preschool franchises have emerged as a viable business option.

Advantages of Owning a Preschool Franchise

(i) Proven Business Model: Opting for a franchise ensures you receive a tried-and-tested business model, which reduces the risks associated with starting from scratch.

(ii) Brand Recognition: Associating with an established preschool brand provides instant credibility, trust, and recognition in the local market.

(iii) Training and Support: Franchisors typically offer comprehensive training and ongoing support to help franchisees run their preschools efficiently.

(iv) Curricular Support: Franchises often provide a well-structured curriculum that is designed to meet national and international standards, ensuring a high-quality learning experience for students.

(v) Marketing Assistance: Franchisors usually assist with marketing strategies, promotional materials, and advertising, giving the franchise a head start in attracting potential students.

Choosing the Right Franchise

Selecting the ideal preschool franchise is a crucial decision for aspiring entrepreneurs. Factors to consider include:

(i) Reputation: Research the reputation and track record of the franchise to gauge its success and parent satisfaction.

(ii) Support and Training: Evaluate the level of support and training provided by the franchisor to ensure you receive the necessary guidance.

(iii) Location: Analyze the demographic and educational landscape of the area where you intend to establish the preschool.

(iv) Cost and Investment: Understand the initial investment required, ongoing fees, and potential return on investment.

(v) Philosophy and Curriculum: Ensure the franchise’s educational philosophy aligns with your vision for providing holistic early education.

Legal and Regulatory Compliance

Before diving into the preschool franchise venture, ensure you are familiar with the legal and regulatory requirements. Obtain the necessary licenses and permissions from local authorities to run an educational institution. Comply with safety standards and health regulations to ensure a safe environment for children.

Marketing and Enrollment Strategies

Once your preschool franchise is up and running, effective marketing and enrollment strategies are vital to attract parents and students. Leverage both online and offline marketing channels, conduct open houses, and utilize social media platforms to showcase your preschool’s unique selling points.

Nurturing a Nurturing Environment

Creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere is critical for preschools. Focus on hiring qualified and passionate teachers, maintaining a clean and safe campus, and fostering open communication with parents to build trust.

Conclusion

Owning a preschool franchise in India presents a rewarding opportunity to contribute to the nation’s future while running a successful business. By choosing the right franchise, understanding the legal requirements, and implementing effective marketing strategies, you can unlock the gateway to early education and make a positive impact on the lives of countless children and their families.

[draculasstrawhat]

[CN: Eating Disorders, Suicide, Self Harm]

The reason I know, from experience, that the replies to OP are full of shit is because when I was actually self harming, and experiencing body dysmorphia the type of people who are concern-trolling and attempting to emotionally manipulate OP were broadly contemptuous. My mother, never said anything about “the precious life she’d carried for 9 months,” none of my teachers ever cared that I was “mutilating myself”. There was no support, no compassion, in fact the only line that rings true from the above rants is being told - repeatedly - to “stop being so self centred”.

I was in active crisis for a lot of my teens and early twenties, spent a lot of time engaging in very harmful behaviours, and at points genuinely wanted to end my own life - and at no point did anyone talk about my precious young body, or how heartbroken my parents must be to see me treat it so poorly. Instead, I was told I was essentially being a silly, selfish little girl who was making up problems for attention.

The only time “irreversible damage to my precious body that actually belongs to my mother” came up was when I was doing things I wanted to do - that made me feel good about being in my skin: tattoos, piercings, unnatural hair dye colours.

I suspect I transitioned a lot later than OP at a time where my mother felt less entitled to make calls about what happened with my body, so I’ve been spared a lot of the emotional blackmail around it - but that doesn’t mean randoms on the internet (some of whom are younger than me) haven’t tried. But every time I see it happen - to me, or another trans masc - I recognise it as the exact kind of manipulation that was done to me when I did something harmless with my body that my mother (or another female authority in my life) didn’t like.

Crucially, though, it was never about COMPASSION, it was always about CONTROL. It was about my body as an extension of hopes, dreams, or preoccupations in the world - no one gave a shit about the self harm scars, or suicide attempts, or the fact I was skipping meals, that was all just ‘teenage angst’ or ‘selfishness’ or ‘attempts to be emotionally manipulative’. There was never any help offered around any of that.

No, they were just terribly *worried* about the effect having a nose ring would have on my career prospects, or using permanent hair-dye would somehow ‘spoil’ me.

And it’s the same thing here - when people cite statistics around the suicidal ideation of young trans people as a reason why transition care is important, rather than extending an ounce of compassion, these fucking ghouls reinterpret it as “emotional manipulation” where “unreliable teenage girls” are “saying they’ll kill themselves if they don’t get their way”.

It’s a model where your emotional anguish and any actual harm in your life is immediately considered a sham, but your attempts at self determination and autonomy are conceived of as violent and harmful. Yet, because it is framed by the idea of hurt and care it is a form of structural power that cis women can leverage without social censure - the statement of “you hurt my [or someone’s] feelings, while I am just trying to care for you!” But when you actually examine both the care and the hurt, they are illusory, overstated, or at least vanishing non-specific.

Because WHY should it be hurtful to a parent that their child makes decisions they personally wouldn’t make? Why is it something that is considered as done *to* the mother (or other authority figure) rather than something someone is doing to - and for - themselves? The moment we start to examine it, it all falls apart - which is why the emotional tenor is kept high with words like “mutilation” and “misogyny” and sentimental invocations of “maternal love.” It also completely refocuses the protagonist of the situation from the person making the decision to an archetype of the Weeping Mother - something that we are socially conditioned to find moving. All of which is intended to shut down any discussion of the situational specificity, the reasons, motivations, and emotions of the person doing the action and - most crucially - the possibility that the mother figure and her advocates might be *wrong*.

Sorry - this has all turned out a lot longer than I intended, but anyway: as a parent and certified Old Git, @transmascissues - I’m sorry your mum is being a dick about it, and that you’re getting this kind of hassle from the transphobes.

the cis maternal urge to treat your trans son’s body like an extension of your own body, and to react to said trans son’s physical transition as if they might as well have just started hacking away at your own body with a rusty axe, really is something else.

my mom hasn’t seen my chest post-op at all because the idea of it is so awful to her that the one time we took my bandages off with her present, she ran across the hotel room to hide from it and started crying to my brother about it (yes, with actual tears). she drove an hour and a half with us at 5:30am to my post-op just to sit in the waiting room because she refused to come in and see me after the surgeon took the bandages off. my dad has been the only one helping me with recovery things like changing bandages and monitoring healing because she still won’t look at my chest.

and she says that’s because she loves me and cares about me. love is when you treat the body your child can finally live in comfortably like it’s your worst nightmare. apparently.

[holychocopie]

Bodyguard! Sanemi x F! Reader

Meeting your new security detail 😫

Author’s note: This trope is inspired by @mari-the-bimbo’s exceptional JJK series, please go check out her blog if you don’t know her yet, her Dorm mate! Gojo series is just to die for 😍 This will likely be a series as well, probably some ‘slow burn/can’t make my mind/deep in denial yet terribly jealous and possessive’ sort of romance, Sanemi being Sanemi! I have a few ideas but I’m open to prompt suggestions so please DM me with your ideas! BUTT! This doesn’t mean I am taking requests yet, sorry, I’m just afraid to get overwhelmed… Also, I plan on keeping this mostly SFW – we’ll see how it goes. Warnings: swearing, F! Reader, word-count 2075 Part 1 - Part 2 - Masterlist

· Your family being crazy rich and influential, and your father financing a lot of lobbies, you grew up with a target on your back.

· That and the fact that you’re barely 18 and finishing high school, you kind of lack in the maturity department still, and often take rash decisions just to upset your father with whom you have a bit of an oppositional relationship. So naturally, you tend to find yourself in risky situations…

· Clubs open their doors wide open for you because they know you’re loaded – well, your parents are, but ain’t that the same thing?! – and cracking a couple grands shouting your besties is a regular occurrence. Fashion week in Paris? Sure thing. Sponsors from huge brands? Don’t need to ask, their PR packages are already at your door. Want to hang out with some celebs? Dude! Zendaya, Lily-Rose and Millie are already asking you what you’re planning for the summer break! So yeah, you’re kind of a spoiled brat.

· But really, you’re not that bad – I mean, you ARE a bit of a little shit, but you actually stay out of trouble… mostly. A lot of the rich youth tend to go for drugs, extreme partying, terrible behaviour, hanging out with the wrong crowd, etc. But the truth is, you’re a sham! You still go to school, you actually plan on going to college to further your studies, you’re too much of an introvert to ask your crush out, you’re not even that popular at your school because your classmates just know you’re a dork, and you can count your real friends on the fingers of one hand.

· Your family’s wealth just made you a wee bit capricious.

· Unfortunately, it also attracts attention from the wrong kind of people, and I’m not talking paparazzi, stalkers and panties-thieves!

· Recently, as you accompanied your dad on one of his business trips to Hong Kong, you two got into an argument and you decided to go do some shopping to cool down – indulge, friend! You deserve it! Of course, paranoid as he is, your dad sent one of his security staff along, but you absolutely hate being followed so you quickly (and way too easily) lost the gorilla. I mean, did this guy even try to do his job seriously? Or did he think walking behind you and looking mean were the only two criteria to fulfil his mission?!

· Of course, shit went south quickly enough. As it turned out, a rival company to one that your father invested in considerably, wanted him to withdraw his funds. And his daughter was the perfect leverage. They tried to take the opportunity of you fluffing around Hong Kong’s busy malls to get their hands on you, only failing because somehow the security detail who was meant to shadow you managed to find you first, and actually did a decent job at kicking the bad guys�� asses before extracting you to the safety of your armoured rental car (yeah, there is a niche market for that visibly…).

· Since it has become obvious that his enemies are trying to attack him through you, and that you’re too much of a handful for a regular bodyguard, your dad decides to hire a pro. He knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy (you know the drill) … who specialises in the other niche market of rare talents: mercenaries and former or reformed militaries to hire for the security of high profile clients. When you hear about that, you’re anything but happy.

· Your parents took the decision to have one of those thick-arm-no-brain kind of dude be your personal bodyguard. He will follow you literally EVERYWHERE. At school, when you go out with friends, etc. Your social life on campus was pretty much nil already – let’s not even mention your love life because, clearly, you’d have more chances finding true love in Antarctica than in this poor excuse of an elite school! – and you just know that this will hammer the final nail in the coffin, burying forever your chances at blending in and living a somehownormal life…

· When you get home from school that afternoon, you know the guy will be there, ready to be introduced to you. You fully expect some sort of Vin Diesel or Sylvester Stallone type of overly body-built stern-looking humour-deprived 2 metres tall man in black.

· The butler welcomes you with a polite bow and takes your coat and bag from you while you remove your shoes and put on slippers before going any further. A maid picks up your fancy Mary-Janes to take them back to your dressing-room for you, and you thank her with a nod and a smile (‘cause you’re a little shit but you’re still nice to the staff!). “Your parents are waiting for you in the master’s office,” you get told by the butler, and you can feel your stomach twist and churn.

· As you reach your dad’s office, you brace yourself. You take a couple of deep breath: it will go well! You don’t need to be friendly with the guy, he’s supposed to be your shadow after all. And it’s not a team’s work, you won’t be working as partner, so no stress! He’s an employee, he works for you! It’s not like you want him to appreciate you or that you should care about what he’ll think of you.

· You already start forming the outline of an evil plan to get him fired in case he turns out to be too much of a dick. Because one should always have a Plan B ready to get rid of unwanted attention from creeps or bullies.

· You eventually knock at the door, and wait to be invited in, like a proper lady – you’re already upset, no need to make your mood worse by getting into a never-ending argument with your old man about etiquette.

· After hearing your mother’s kind voice answer “Come in!”, you push the door open and get in. At first, you’re kinda confused… Like, where the fuck is the bodybuilder? Nowhere to be seen! Did your dad change his mind about the personal security detail?! Your veeerrrry brief moment of relief is quickly replaced by renewed confusion. There is a guy standing there, in the middle of the room, back to you and facing your parents, both sitting behind your dad’s huge hand-carved wooden desk. His more average silhouette isn’t quite what you expected: he’s only 180cm tall or something, medium build – like definitely not Arnold Schwarzenegger material but you can still see the curve of his biceps through the fabric of his white shirt – and somehow he appears a bit less stiff than the rest of the security staff. Yeah, they kind of all look like they got a stick up the ass… I mean, the guy has already gotten rid of his blazer and casually has his arms crossed over his chest. Etiquette? Nay nay! Visibly, this guy’s got no fuck to give about good manners in high society.

· And of course, there is his hair. Like WTF, does he bleach it or something?! In his line of work, shouldn’t he keep it neatly cut and natural? How does he even get such a perfect snow-like white?! He’s got a thick mope of it too, and you can’t help but think that he must have some pretty bad bed-head mornings. It’s cut sort of short at the back, probably in a desperate attempt at taming his gravity-defying mane. I wonder if it’s soft… you think, before pursing your lips. Why would you even think that, girl!

· “Good evening,” you say with the most neutral tone you can muster. Because you definitely refuse to give your dad any excuse to make you look like the horrible daughter he often makes you out to be when talking to his guests and business partners. You know he thinks you’re an ungrateful, worthless child, despite your many attempts at making him proud with good grades and honed creative skills… Sure, you’re spoiled, and you act like it more often than not, but you’re far from being the bad seed he regularly portrays.

· “Y/N, you are late. You knew you were expected to be home at 3.30 on the dot to meet the new member of our security team.” Of course, he’d find something to reproach you anyway!!

· Your father looks at you intently, clearly your cue to apologise. You sigh audibly and mumble: “Right, sorry, I should have foreseen we’d be stuck in traffic and teleported home instead.”

· The words slipped before you could stop them, talking back to your father like you always did because… well you know, you’re a bad seed and all. You bite your cheek, already mentally facepalming for taking the bait waaayyyy too quickly.

· Your father frowns, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back the hearing he would have given you normally – your mom rubbing his shoulder with sympathy may be what’s helping him keeping it cool(-ish.) His turn to sigh, one minute together in the same room and he’s already done with you. He would have sent you to your room if he didn’t have to see through the formal introduction of your bodyguard. “Y/N, this is Shinazugawa Sanemi. He will be attached to your personal security around the clock. He will not be living in the North wing like most of the personnel, but in a suit close to yours in the main building, to make sure you do not sneak out at night again.”

· You immediately try to argue that: “Dad, that happened only once an-” “That’s one too many time!” he cuts you firmly, voice raising and shoulders tensed, trying to assert his authority. You bite your bottom lip, fully frustrated with the whole situation, and your mom gives you a look that says ‘Sorry-not sorry, you know your dad…’. Poor her, always having to play Switzerland to try and smoother your firey fights. Your dad resumes, this time addressing the new-comer: “Shinazugawa-san, please do not hesitate to take every measure you deem necessary to protect her. Keep her safe at all costs.” “I will.”

· Was he one of those ‘men of few words’, who act more than they blab? Then maybe he wouldn’t nag you too much and you’d have some peace after all?

· But just as that thought crosses your mind, he glances at you above his shoulder – the nerve of this guy who doesn’t even turn to face you properly when looking at you! He didn’t even bow to you or anything either, what the hell! It’s as if he was gratifying you with his contempt! You could feel your blood boiling already, damn! He is an employee like everyone else here, who does he think he is!

· I mean, sure he is kinda cute… in spite of the many scars that litters his face… and if you are into perpetually pissed looking fuck-boy – the basic tsundere type! Like, he has some pretty features, really: light purple eyes, glaring at you angrily behind thick long lashes, like he’s gauging the size of your coffin or something … You randomly take note of the barely visible white eyebrows, considering he might actually be albino after all.

· The conversation doesn’t last much longer after that, and soon enough, the both of you are kindly told to fuck off, because your dad has better shit to do, like plan his next golf trip or whatever. As soon as the door closes behind you, the newly appointed bodyguard sneers at you.

· “You little shit better behave, ‘cause I ain’t some glorified babysitter for spoiled brats. I’ll put a leash on you if I have to.” “Sure, you can try! You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you sadistic polar grizzly!”

· Once again, you talk faster than you think, words spilling out of your mouth like verbal diarrhoea. It’s only after a hot second that you realise your words could somehow be perceived as some sort of invitation to a very inappropriate kind of foreplay… And judging by his raised eyebrow and slight frown, the white-haired man got the awkwardness of your vindictive answer just right. You blush – definitely out of anger, nothing else, okay! – and walk off. “I’ll go to my room, good night!” you inform, drapping yourself in whatever’s left of your dignity.

· You start to seriously consider working a bit more on your Plan B.

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heyy!! love everything you write and would love to do this off anon but je suis shy 🤚 idk if you're taking requests for pope and i havent really thought this through but perhaps,, reader's kinda doing shit in school so pope offers to help (or she asks him to help idk) but she's pretty down bad since they barely get to spend time alone together so, uh, minimal studying ends up happening...

sorry for the crappy explanation but your last pop fic threw me for a loop 🙃

You are so sweet - do not have to be shy! I am always taking requests for our guy Pope. Thank you so much. You are the loveliest xoxo

Author's Notes: All characters are 18+ If I had a boyfriend like Pope I probably would have done better on my academics..maybe..If this was your request, I hope you love it !

Warnings: Sexual references - sexual innuendos *(Not full smut, but clothes are removed, and I suppose I eluded to unprotected sex - so be careful out there, your choice how!! )

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Pope tried not to get into his own head too much, or let JJ get into his head too much, when she had asked him over that night to help her study for an upcoming test.

"Dude. You know what that means, right? Come over and 'study'?"

His best friend's words rang in his head as he pedaled his bike through the Cut towards his new girlfriend's house. He was expecting nothing, and his book-bag was full of all the necessary notebooks and textbooks to help her prepare for his English exam this coming Thursday.

Pope knocked on the door of the small house and waited for a few minutes before he let himself in. Her parents weren't home, both of them pulling double shifts that day and her being an only child gave them more than enough time to be alone and study.

"You're not gonna study, dude."

Pope shook his head as JJ's words invaded his thoughts once more, then made his way through the short hallway at the front of the house and to the back towards her bedroom. He knocked on the door frame of her bedroom when he saw her pace the floor of her room, mumbling to herself.

"Hey. I'm here." He smiled softly as he placed his bag down on the floor by the doorway and walked in slowly.

"Pope. Thank, God." She breathed out at the sight of him. She walked over to him quickly and tossed her arms around his neck, pressed up on her toes to be closer to his height.

"Nervous?" He asked while he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder while he let her squeeze her as tightly as she could.

"Yes."

"Don't be. I have the best system for studying, and it's even helped JJ a time a two when he's actually wanted to study. So, you'll be fine. Better than fine." Pope stated firmly as he pulled out of her tight grip then reached back to grab his book bag for his study supplies that he brought with him.

"You're so sweet for helping me, Pope." She breathed out as she walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, running her hands through her hair.

"Of course. You know I'm here for you." Pope smiled softly as he walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting next to her. He placed his notebooks on his lap and handed her his textbook, marked with sticky notes and highlighted to perfection.

They studied for a full 45 minutes before her impatience and pure frustration with the subject got the best of her. She let out a loud groan, taking the book and tossing it across the room before she flopped back on the bed.

"I'm never going to get it right." She sighed heavily as she tossed her forearms over her face. She always felt so inferior when it came to books and smarts compared to Pope. He was brilliant, and he tried to hard to help her understand her subjects.

"It's alright. You will. Sometimes you need to study in little increments as opposed to all at once. We can take a break." Pope smiled softly as he removed the books from her lap, and his own, then placed them on the floor by the edge of the bed.

Pope laid back on the bed beside her, his hands respectfully on his stomach as he looked over at his girlfriend who was still in the throes of an academic meltdown.

"You're smarter than you think you are. You put too much pressure on yourself." Pope stated softly, a small smile on his face as she finally pulled her arms off her pretty face and looked over at him.

"Not as smart as you." She whispered as she reached a hand over and began to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. She shifted her body so she laid on her side, propped up on one arm as she began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"I - uh - I don't know if I would say that. You're really smart, and pretty. And like, really funny. Did I mention pretty? Because you're beautiful." Pope stammered as he looked from her face to her fingers as they pulled at the final button of his shirt.

"You've mentioned it a time or two." She nodded as she turned her body to straddle his hips, her hands pressed to his chest for leverage as she sat up straight.

"What are you doing?" Pope inquired softly as he sat upright, his hands on her hips as he let her wrap her arms around his neck.

"Study break?" She smiled as she began to push his shirt off of his shoulders, down to his elbows.

Pope let go of her hips in favour of shaking his hands out behind him, his shirt sliding off arms. He groaned when his girlfriend pressed her lips to his firmly, knocking him to his back again. Pope let out a long exhale through his nostrils as she pressed a firm kiss to his lips, his hands making their way to her backside to keep her in place on top of him.

"Your parents - " Pope breathed out as she began to kiss down his neck, her fingers trailing down his abdomen towards the button of his shorts.

"Mom is on late shift at the hospital, and my dad is driving a truck to Fortworth this week." She smiled into the crease of his neck as she felt him squeeze her backside over her shorts.

"Texas?" Pope asked with a heavy breath, his fingertips creeping up the back of her shirt.

"Long-haul trucker. You know that." She replied as she sat up, pulling her shirt over head.

"So, we're alone." Pope stated with his hands firmly on her hips while his eyes scanned over her chest in a bright yellow pushup bra.

"For a long time." She smiled with a nod, thumbing open the button of his shorts and then waiting. The tension between them thickened, both of them waiting for other to make the first move. They had been together before, more than a handful of times, but each time felt like the first time. That shortened breath, quick heartbeat. The excited nervousness was tangible.

"Can I?" Pope questioned as he reached his fingertips up to brush over the clasp of her bra. He sat up to be closer to her, feeling almost cold without her next to him.

"Of course you can." She nodded as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her forehead against his as he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful." Pope breathed out while he pulled her bra off her arms and tossed it off the edge of the bed, his hands surging forward to cup her breasts.

"Thank you." She shivered at the feeling of his warm palms on her skin, her left hand at the nape of his neck while the other held herself steady on his shoulder.

Pope leaned forward to press a kiss to her collarbone, then began to press kiss after kiss along her chest as he gently kneaded her breasts, his breath heavy as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of him.

"Take off your pants, Pope." She whispered as she pulled her nails gently over his shoulders, not quite scratching him like she usually did, but close.

With her request ringing in his ears, Pope flipped his girlfriend onto her back on the bed and shimmied out of his shorts leaving him only in his briefs. He grabbed hold of her shorts and tugged them down her legs, along with her underwear, in one swoop. He dropped to his forearms above her again, his nose brushing over hers as he laid between her parted thighs.

"Come here, baby." She smiled as she pushed the waistband of his briefs down over his backside, pressing the heels of her feet under his backside to bring him right against her.

"You feel good." Pope groaned as he pressed his tip against her, his head dropped down to her forehead as he held himself up on his forearms.

"You're not even inside of me yet, Pope." She laughed breathlessly while she ran her hands down his back.

"Don't need to be. You're perfect." Pope whispered as he reached a hand between them to guide himself inside of her.

As Pope steadied himself, ready to settle inside of his love a loud gasp and a snicker echoed throughout the once otherwise quiet home.

"No, just leave it and go. They didn't see us. Move, JJ!"

"Wait, wait. I wanna see!"

"Guys, are you seriously here right now?" Pope groaned as his hips dropped down to his girlfriend's, his hand removed from between them to run over his face.

"I'm not looking. I just wanted to drop off an exam prep I had to help you guys out. Seriously!" Kiara yelled as she ran down the hallway with her hands over her eyes.

JJ stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face. He raised his eyebrows at his friend before he turned on his heel, closing the door over behind him.

"Told you that you wouldn't study, Pope!"

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