#what about the museums and the palace?????

[cha-melodius]

hihi i love your writing can i request firstprince in the white house !

(thank you so much for this prompt! I had a lot of fun turning it into a silly little AU 😆)

Special Tour (of My Heart)

(M, 3k, read below or on AO3)

Henry hadn’t even wanted to come. They could have gone to Paris, or Barcelona, or Florence, or Prague, or Vienna, or Athens. But it had been Bea’s turn to choose the destination for their annual summer holiday trip, and she wanted to visit a very close online friend that she’d met in a support group. That person lived in Washington, DC. Henry supposes he should be grateful it wasn’t somewhere like Kansas.

To be fair, it hasn’t been as bad as he feared. He’d scoffed at the idea that American museums could compare to European ones, but he had to admit, they’d been to some very nice ones. The Native American museum in particular had been a highlight. He hadn’t been that enthused about visiting the White House, no more than he cared to tour Buckingham Palace, but Bea’s friend had planned an entire itinerary, so here they were.

Specifically, here Henry was, faced with one of the most beautiful men he’d ever encountered in his life.

He’d say it’s made the tour more interesting, except he’s not sure he’s really taken in much of what the guide—Alex—has been saying, distracted as he is by big brown eyes framed with obscenely long lashes, a perfectly cut jawline, a chin dimple, and those forearms. Even his voice is deeply sexy, which is not helping Henry’s predicament. That being, arguing with himself about whether it’s completely mad to ask out your tour guide when you’re a tourist and leaving in two days.

Normally, he’d just appreciate from a distance and go about his life, perhaps write some rueful poetry about missed chances. But Alex keeps looking at him, and not in the way his eyes skip across the other tour group members as he talks. He looks at Henry with intention, with the kind of heated gaze that would usually lead to a very enjoyable night if someone fixed him with it in a club. Not that Henry goes to clubs much anymore. The music is always too loud and he is not a dancer, and after sowing no shortage of wild oats in uni, he’d kind of gotten tired of one night stands as a rule.

He’d be willing to make an exception for Alex.

The tour is over far too soon. They finish in the State Dining Room, then Alex is leading into a grand entrance hall on the north side of the building and thanking them for visiting. He invites anyone to stick around if they have more questions, and the way he stares directly at Henry when he says it has Henry rooted to the spot.

“You two go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later,” Henry says to Bea without looking away from where Alex is now talking with some other visitors.

“Henry,” Bea sighs with a chastising note in her voice. “The tour guide? Really?”

Henry sticks his nose in the air. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just have a question.”

“Right. Well, text me when you have your questions answered.”

Unfortunately there are some visitors with actual questions. A family from Topeka has a seemingly endless supply, which Alex, to his credit, answers patiently. The entire time, his eyes keep flicking over to Henry like he’s afraid Henry might leave before they can speak. Not that Henry has any bloody clue what he’s going to say. He wonders if he should make up a question, just so he actually has some reason for sticking around. Can’t seem to come up with anything that’s not just can I have your number?

Finally, the last person files out, and Alex hurries over to Henry’s side. Then, unexpectedly, he takes hold of Henry’s elbow with a low, “Come with me,” said under his breath, and walks him determinedly back through the corridor. Pausing at a door, Alex looks around to make sure they’re alone, then pushes Henry through it.

They’re back in the Red Room. It’s strangely silent now, just the two of them among the ornate furnishings. Alexander Hamilton stares down at them judgementally from his portrait, as if he knows they’re up to something untoward.

“Wha—” Henry starts, but he doesn’t get far because Alex shoves him back against the table in front of Hamilton’s portrait and crowds up close, until their noses are only centimetres apart.

“How dare you stand there the whole tour, being incredibly fucking distracting with your eyes and your lips and your fucking cheekbones, and give me those fucking looks,” Alex practically growls.

“What looks?” Henry tries weakly, not completely certain he’s not about to be punched.

“Fuck, your voice, too,” Alex groans, the muscle in his jaw clenching as he closes his eyes and exhales heavily, and Henry comes to the strange realisation that although he’s just spent forty-five minutes listening to Alex talk, he’s said a grand total of three words. Two and half, really. Not that it seems to matter. Alex huffs, “You know what looks. Like you wanted to fucking devour me.” He meets Henry’s eyes steadily. “Am I wrong?”

This time, Henry can’t find his voice at all. He shakes his head, and Alex doesn’t waste any more time before kissing him soundly.

It’d be easy to say he’s never been kissed like this—by a man he’s barely spoken to, pushed against a portrait in the bloody White House—but that’s not even the most remarkable part. Because Alex kisses him with a confidence that’s dizzying, like he already knows exactly how Henry likes to be kissed, like they’ve kissed a hundred times before and he’s staking a claim on Henry’s mouth for the next hundred as well. He teases Henry’s lips open with a slide of his tongue and tests the cut of his teeth against the fullness of them, then bites down harder when Henry whimpers in response. And for a moment Henry loses himself in it, gets his hands in Alex’s curls, hooks a leg around Alex’s thigh and pulls him even closer, grinding their hips together.

Then his head thunks back against a heavy gilt frame, and he abruptly remembers where they are.

“Shouldn’t we—” Henry starts, only to be cut off by Alex’s mouth on his. He tries again. “What if someone comes in—”

“We’ve got twenty minutes until the next tour gets here,” Alex pants into his mouth. “So unless you’ve got somewhere to be…”

His hands tighten where they’re clenched around Henry’s waist and on top of his thigh and he leans in again, like he already knows the answer to that question. But Henry decides that if they’ve got twenty minutes, then he does have somewhere to be, so he shoves Alex backward and ignores his yelp of protest as Henry flips their positions, pushing Alex against the table as he drops to his knees.

“Fuuuck,” Alex groans as Henry tugs his trousers open. “Are you actually gonna…”

He trails off, but he doesn’t make any moves to halt the proceedings.

“I am,” Henry confirms. He slides a palm over Alex’s cock, straining against his boxers, and watches as Alex’s eyelids flutter as he presses his thumb just under the head of it. “Unless there are any objections…?”

Alex’s eyes snap open and he licks his lips. “Nope, none. Please, uhh, continue.”

Right, then. No time to waste.

Alex’s cock is just as pretty as the rest of him, long and curving and leaking at the tip, and Henry mourns the fact he won’t be able to take the time he wants with this. That he won’t be able to take Alex apart piece by piece, to draw whimpering moans from his throat and leave him writhing in desperation, to make him yell until he’s just as hoarse as Henry will be after this. Still, there’s something incredible about this moment—here, in this place, on his knees for an American boy he’s just met. The ghosts of the American founding fathers must surely be conflicted, if any were around to witness.

Henry shoves the thought out of his head and focuses instead on the heavy weight of Alex’s cock on his tongue and the ache in his jaw. On the slide of smooth skin under his palm as he works the base of the shaft, and on the musky scent that fills his nose and the little bursts of salt that trickle out onto his tongue. Above him, Alex is breathing heavily and making little bitten off sounds every time Henry swirls his tongue just so. Clearly, he’s trying to stay quiet, and Henry doesn’t want them to get found out, but he also can’t quite help but try to make Alex unravel a little further.

Also, the clock is ticking. Quite literally. There’s an ornate one on the table next to Alex’s hips and nearly at Henry’s eye level, helpfully marking time until the spell they find themselves under crumbles apart. And that’s assuming Alex’s ‘twenty minutes’ was accurate. Henry pushes a little harder, hollowing his cheeks and taking Alex deeper, and is rewarded with a hand in his hair as Alex’s hips hitch forward minutely.

“You are—ah—way too good at that sweetheart, fuck,” Alex murmurs, keeping his voice low. One of his thumbs presses to the corner of Henry’s mouth, brushing over the mole there as saliva dribbles unchecked down Henry’s chin. “So fucking pretty down there for me.”

Desire curls almost painfully in Henry’s gut at the words, his own cock throbbing where it’s trapped in his trousers. It’s so tempting to reach down and give himself some kind of relief, but he abstains. Partly because he doesn’t want to risk any telltale spots on his clothes, and partly because the delicious ache of it—in combination with that of his jaw and the pressure of Alex’s hand in his hair—is making him almost lightheaded.

“Fuck,” Alex whimpers softly again, “fucking— fuck. Holy shit, I’m gonna—” His grip tightens in Henry’s hair and he tugs, just the right side of painful, but Henry takes him down to the root and swallows. Then Alex moans a broken “baby,” and Henry doesn’t have the time to process what that does to him before he feels sudden heat and bitterness filling his throat. He keeps working, swallowing, until Alex lets out a hiccupping laugh and all but collapses back against the table like all his strings have been cut.

He laughs again, a little helplessly, as Henry licks him clean and tucks him away again. “This didn’t just fucking happen,” he says. “I’m fucking dreaming.”

“I hope it was a good one,” Henry rasps, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

His voice is a wreck; he’s never going to hear the end of this from Bea. He lets Alex tug him back to his feet and into another kiss, tongue sweeping into Henry’s mouth like he wants to taste himself there.

“Best one I ever had,” Alex murmurs against his lips. Christ, it’d be so easy to get lost in this. Alex’s hand presses against his lower back, urging Henry’s hips against the crease of his thigh, and Henry shudders at the pressure.

Then they both freeze. Voices, in the next room over. Another tour. They spring apart, and Henry’s still shoving at himself, trying to make his erection less noticeable, when the door between the Blue and Red Rooms swings open.

“Oh,” the other tour guide says, an older woman with her grey hair pulled into a bun, as she looks between the two of them. Henry cannot imagine what’s going through her head right now. “Alex. What are you still doing in here?”

“I—” Alex starts, but Henry must have sucked his brain out through his cock, because his voice fails and he just looks at Henry blankly.

“My sister lost an earring, and I told her I’d go look for it,” Henry lies. “Alex volunteered to help me.”

The other guide’s eyes narrow. “That was good of him. Did you find it?”

“Ah,” Henry says, well aware that his cheeks are far too flushed. “No. Unfortunately not.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for it,” Alex says, having apparently recovered some of his faculties. “You should give me your number, uh—”

Christ, he doesn’t even know Henry’s name. “Henry.”

Alex doesn’t look the least bit abashed by this fact. “Right, Henry. So I can text you if I find it.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Alex offers. He nods at the other guide, who’s still looking at them suspiciously, and the collection of tourists behind her. “Have a good rest of your tour.”

They don’t speak until they get back to the north entrance. Alex follows him outside and stops on the steps under the north portico, then turns to Henry and holds out his hand palm up. It takes Henry a moment to realise Alex is asking for his phone.

“Oh,” Henry says as he fumbles for it in his pocket, “you were being serious about the number.”

Alex scoffs and looks at him like he’s crazy. “Of course I was fucking serious.” He takes the phone from Henry and sends himself a text. When he’s done, he holds it out again, though he doesn’t let go when Henry’s hand covers his to take it. “I’ve got a few more tours to do today, but I’d like to see you later, if you’re not busy.”

Technically, Henry has plans to go to a show with Bea and her friend. Plans that he will be entirely abandoning. He rubs his thumb along the side of Alex’s hand and watches as Alex takes a deep breath. “And what exactly does ‘see’ entail in this case?”

“Actually, I want to get you in my bed and do some very bad things to you, but I was trying to be polite. Since we’re in public.”

Henry swallows. “Ah. Well then. I’m free.”

“Yeah?” Alex says, smiling like he’s won the lottery. “We could do dinner first,” he adds, almost shyly. “If you’re interested.”

Henry can’t help it—he pulls Alex into a brief kiss right there on the White House steps, heart fluttering as Alex smiles into it. “I’m interested.”

~~~~~

Alex pads back into the bedroom juggling two glasses of water and a tupperware container, which rattles when he drops it onto the bed. After he deposits the water on the bedside table, he climbs in after it, settling with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out next to where Henry is still sprawled on his stomach and feeling utterly fucked out. Henry watches through cracked eyelids as Alex peels open the lid and extracts two dark brown, round circles, which turn out to be some sort of chocolatey biscuit.

“Here,” Alex says, holding one out. When Henry doesn’t immediately take it, he wiggles it a little in front of Henry’s nose. “Homemade.”

Henry can barely move, but the smell of chocolate is a seductive one. He manages to prop himself up on his elbows and takes the biscuit, which turns out to be delicious. “You made these?” he asks Alex through a full mouth. Alex nods, looking pleased. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Carry a tune?” Alex offers.

“Hm,” Henry hums. He shifts a little closer, so he’s pressed up against Alex’s leg, and presses a kiss to his hip. “Still not convinced you’re real.”

To be fair, the last two days have passed in something of a haze. Henry has barely left Alex’s bed, much less his apartment. Bea, as it turned out, had been perfectly happy to spend time with her friend without her little brother hanging around, and Henry has been perfectly happy to immerse himself in all things Alex. He knows much more about Alex now—that he’s a law student, that he wanted to be the President when he was growing up, that he works at the White House during the summer holidays, that he’s sweet and funny and smart and passionate, and everything Henry could ever want in a man.

“Can I confess something?” Alex asks as they each crunch into another biscuit.

“Of course,” Henry agrees, perhaps too easily. He can’t help it. He wants to know everything about Alex.

Alex swallows and looks down, his eyelashes fanning across his cheekbones. “I don’t want you to leave.”

It’s so vulnerable and honest it makes Henry’s heart ache. “I know, love,” he sighs, because he does know. It’s impossible not to with the way Alex looks at him. And it’s only been two days, but this feels… significant. Like the kind of thing that he can’t—that he shouldn’t—just walk away from. Henry looks up into his big brown eyes and hears himself say, “What if I didn’t?”

Alex frowns. “What?”

“I’m on summer holiday from my graduate program for another month and a half. I could just… stay, until then.”

Even as he says it, he knows it’s true. What does he have back home? His empty flat. His deserted office on campus. Sure, he’d miss Pez and Bea, but it’s only a month and a half, and Pez could come here. The only real question is whether Alex would actually want him here.

“Are you being serious right now?” Alex asks, his voice creeping higher.

Henry rolls onto his side and looks up at him, holding Alex’s gaze steady in his. “I am if you are. Would you actually want me to stay here?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious,” Alex says with a huff of incredulous laughter.

“Here, here,” Henry clarifies, gesturing around Alex’s place. “I can’t afford to get my own flat in DC. Though I could help with rent.”

“Fuck the rent. And if you think I’m letting you leave this bed, you’re crazy.”

Henry can’t help the too-large smile that takes over his face, though he tries. “We will probably need to leave the bed occasionally,” he says, with as much mock seriousness as he can muster.

“I guess,” Alex says with a theatrical eye roll.

“Where’s my phone?” Henry asks rhetorically, casting a look about the room for his trousers. When he finds them, he pulls it out to find a decent number of unanswered texts from Bea, and several from Pez. Whoops.

“What are you doing?” Alex asks.

“Telling my sister about my change in plans and cancelling my flight,” Henry tells him. First, though, he pauses and lowers himself back down on the bed next to Alex, reaching out and lacing their fingers together. “If you’re sure.”

Alex squeezes his hand, then slides his other behind Henry’s neck and pulls him into a soft, lingering kiss. “I’m sure,” he murmurs when they part. “A thousand percent.”

[mishkakagehishka]

And the fact that emperor Diocletian's favourite holiday destination has to remind tourists not to piss on the palace walls. I fucking hate what party tourism did to us

[sforzesco]

decimus wanted to wind cassius up a bit just to see how he would snap

uhhh. what else. you know!! caesar was collecting (and discarding) a new generation of romans, operating a new kind of roman imperium. political manipulation. "good" governance. conspiracies are forming in reply.

the collage art is all public domain/open access stuff from the met collections!

[wispstalk]

ok u know what? Objectively correct ranking of skyrim's cities is coming out of the drafts. Listed from best to worst.

1. SOLITUDE: no one should be surprised by this. this is a list for real city lovers, and solitude has all the shit a city is supposed to have.

2. WHITERUN: same deal as above. palace is pretty sick but it's not perched on an enormous rock arch over a harbor, so points deducted.

3. MARKARTH: now we're venturing into controversy. If you don't like Markarth, you're a wimp. "wehh there's a demon house wehhhh I saw someone get murdered and had to slaughter my way out of prison" skill issue. I'm gawking at waterfalls and feats of ancient civil engineering, I'm eating delicious mystery meat at a food cart, I'm buying a badass dog, I'm ingratiating myself to the local crime family, I'm breaking into the temple so a drunk can crank off to a statue, I'm secure in the best-fortified city in the province. I am having a GREAT time in Markarth. Get on my level and by "my level" I mean six flights of stairs.

4. RIFTEN: Extremely cool layout and great location. Would be ranked higher if guys stopped fighting guards and random citizens to the death over a stolen candlestick. I figure after a while you just get used to that and stop caring.

5. WINDHELM: none of you rubes can appreciate architecture. Also, do YOU live somewhere that you can beat a racist's ass without the cops getting mad at you? Do tell

6. FALKREATH: it's fine.

7. MORTHAL: this is where you see the integrity of my infallible judgments, because personally I think Bog Is Best, but I have taken its small size and shit economy into consideration.

8. WINTERHOLD: in shambles, and probably super boring if you're not a wizard, but I could have a decent time poking around in dangerous condemned buildings and failing to impress Faralda.

9. DAWNSTAR: Awful climate, broke-ass museum, unimpressive port, Jarl is a dick, host to a murder cult torture hole, nightmare plague, miserable mine with child labor. Only redeeming feature is one guy and the nightmare plague is kinda his fault.

I was right about daedra-fucking and I'm right about this. Disagree with me in the tags at your peril

[urstruly-ghst]

do you think i have forgotten? - leona kingscholar and malleus draconia

in which you two were separated for too long (inspired by about you by the 1975 and astronomy by conan gray <3)

authors note: happy new years! for the new year, im giving sadness!

cw: a bit suggestive (its implied something happened)

leona kingscholar

being someone to leona was easier than you expect, he's a big softie at heart. you learned that quite quickly when you first step foot into the palace. you were simply a visitor, but that wasn't what leona thought.

it was idiotic, you think looking back at it now, that you thought this romance would last. the blossoming friendship you harbored changed the very same night when each rendezvous turned almost vulgar.

laying down on the bed of the prince of afterglow savannah was not what you expected, but, it felt too good to let go. turns out, you were right. because he left for night raven on the same night something happened. you were upset, understandably so, how dare he leave you after the whispered promises of passion? you both never kept contact after.

but you were bold to assume he never would find you. each break, each time he can escape, he's looking for you back to the corner he met you. for many years, you were gone. but on one faithful night, just as he was about to lose hope, you appeared glowing even more.

"can't you forget me already?" you say in a hushed voice as you glare at him. leona shook his head laughing at your suggestion, as if he could ever forget you.

he placed his hands on your waist as he looked at you with such emotion, it made you question if he was really leona. your glare softened up as he breathed in your scent.

"i would never. do you really think i have forgotten our promises?" leona asked. he then sighed in relief as your arms wrapped around him too, he thanked every star for this moment. this time, he won't be idiotic enough to leave without knowing how to contact you.

"besides, night raven can't compare to the few nights we had"

"leona!" you hit him as he smirked while laughing. not noticing how his tail wrapped around you, to make sure you'd never leave again.

malleus draconia

how you met him was something you'll never forget. it was at a random museum and that one gargoyle you saw intrigued you, it had such detail you never saw possible for such a small gargoyle. that was when a horned fae appeared behind you.

you also remembered how you refused to give him your name, suspecting some sort of scam, but that never hindered him or you. that trip had so much memories without ever knowing who he truly was. for malleus, it was a dream, someone who shared the same interests and no fear.

but, it was also during this time, something bloomed. each day, you kept coming back to that gargoyle. and each time, malleus appears. it was like this for nearly 2 months, but those months of friendship and long talks turned intimate, not one of you can tell how it started. but it all ended the same, you leaving without telling who were you.

for a while, malleus pined for you. but pining wasn't meant to stop him from going to night raven. he knew he can't just leave this memory behind, but his hands were tied. he left an enchantment on the gargoyle, hoping you'd know now who he is. and when break arrived, you were there smiling.

"malleus draconia, huh?" you say as you were looking at him. you should've known from the get-go that he was no ordinary someone. he smiled and nodded, you sigh and give a him a look.

"you're not mad?" he asked as he reached out to you, you giggle and shook your head. malleus relaxed and guided you to the place you mostly spend your "dates" with. usually, you two would chatter nonstop, but it was now quiet.

malleus felt anxious but before he spoke, you looked at him, eyes filled with hurt, "i thought you forgot about me"

and that sent malleus in a spiral. how dare you think he'd toss you away that easily? do you think of him so low? he reached out for you and looked a bit mad.

"do you think i would just forget the days and nights where you made me feel like im not to be feared? do you think, just because i am malleus draconia, i could abandon you without second thought? do you dare to think i forgot about you?" he said passionately and grabbed both of your hands before declaring

"not a single night where you haven't passed my thoughts. my dear, you have managed to bewitch me, without even having to lift a finger. just say you'll be mine, and..." malleus stared hesitantly before you smile and hum.

"i was yours the moment you saw me"

[bunnyluvx]

hii could you write castlevania nocturne alucard x fem!reader💗maybe the reader is a vampire or speaker/witch

enchant me, lover. ♡

featuring: adrian fahrenheit ţepeş / alucard x f! vampire, speaker & witch! reader.

summary: you're stargazing with your husband, and he doesn't get the chance to wish on a shooting star. you know just what will cheer him up.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. i made the line dividers, so please don't use them. | support divider: @cafekitsune | wc: 2.3k | ao3

tags: fluff | hurt/comfort | domestic fluff | one-shot | stargazing | established marriage

a/n: i'll do you one better, friend, and combine ALL OF THEM!! >:D i'm trying to make my way through my requests, so there will be lots of castlevania stuff for awhile! this is set a couple of years before adrian left to track sekhmet. i hope that i did you justice, anon, and please enjoy, dear friends!!

date started: 7:08PM, february 16th, 2025. date finished: 8:45PM, february 25th, 2025.

The moon cloaks itself amidst the twilight to leave room for the stars to illuminate the sky. Thousands gather closely together to observe the night's events, and whisper gossip that the breeze tells them. A castle, tall enough to hold the heavens and older than most museums, resides within the forest. Its worn stone enjoys the scenery's tranquility, and the surrounding wildlife serves as a reminder of its reason for standing.

There are two occupants in this castle; The legendary Alucard, A.K.A Adrian Țepeș, and you, his lovely wife. You have been married for almost two-hundred years, and there is nothing that you would change about the life that you have built together. You both enjoy travel, so the adventures that you go on together are eternally endless. Adrian has solidified himself into your soul, and he is part of you that you never wish to do without. In moments where you felt like you couldn't go on, his face came to mind and you remembered just how strong you are.

Adrian knows that the connection that you share will last far beyond the relevance of your immortal lives. Not even at the chance of death will your love's resilience waver, for it is a force stronger than any enemy that you have vanquished together. If you were not in his life, then he would not laugh, smile, ponder or explore as much as he has in your company. Adrian Țepeș is not a man who fears much, but the idea that plagues his mind into restlessness is how much darker his world would be without you in it. Imagining a reality where he lives without your rants about all of the things that he wouldn't think twice about, paired with its angelic echo chanting off of the walls of your home would send him into madness, if not for the comfort of your body lying asleep by his side in your shared bed.

Every day that you spend together is a day that you both cherish, and today has felt particularly special. From dawn 'til dusk, you walked through the forest and discovered things that you hadn't noticed before; The different flowers blooming within the grass or unfamiliar streams, for instance. You have lived in this area for some time now, yet when journeying with Adrian, all sorts of new encounters appeared. It was very fulfilling to wander out with him to see what awaited you.

Now, your exciting day has come to a close, and both of you agreed that the best way to wind down before bed was to stargaze together. You stand on one of many bridges of the palace, your hands resting on the cold stone railing while your eyes sparkle just as brightly as the stars you stare at. Adrian stands not far behind you, a smile gracing his pale lips as he admires the great darkness above. Every once in awhile, he will look back at you and treasure the warmth that pools within his chest. Your joy while looking up at the stars is more beautiful than any twinkling light in the sky, and if he spent his night watching you like this instead, then he would be just as content.

Occasionally, you'll point out an exceptionally bright star, or a constellation, and Adrian's eyes will follow where you lead them. You'll tell about the story behind how the constellation was named, and anything else that comes to mind in relation. Being born into a group of Speakers has left a lot of room for you to acquire all sorts of knowledge about a variety of different subjects, and at one point in your life, you found yourself very fascinated with everything related to space. As a result, you did a lot of research on the subject so that you could share it with your family, and anyone crossing your path willing to listen.

Both of Adrian's parents were people of science, so he gathered quite the bounty of information himself, but he would always make an effort to listen to you. No matter how many times you repeat the same tales and facts, he will nod along and asks questions as if it's the first time, just to prompt your endless, passionate rambles. Gaining the opportunity to share your wisdom grants you an ethereal, excitable glow that he will gladly blind himself with, if it means that the last thing he ever sees is your smiling face.

A comforting quiet lingers in the air while you both gaze up at the stars, cherishing the night's delightful weather that provides you the freedom to enjoy this moment together. Sky's stillness suddenly dispels when a star swiftly descends from the shadows, and immediately, it catches Adrian's attention. A blissful, child-like smile graces his lips as he takes a step forward, then points above while announcing, "Look, a shooting star!"

Instantly, your head whips into the direction where Adrian's finger follows, and you see it. Fortunately, before it leaves your view, you are able to make a wish. Many would see it as silly for an over three-hundred year-old vampire to believe in wishing on stars, for you have lived long enough to know that not all myths are true. Regardless, you like the hopefulness that the idea brings; That someone, somewhere is listening, with the goal of helping you achieve your dreams.

Wherever this comet is going, it's in a hurry, for it's leaving as quickly as it came. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath, thinking about what you want most in the world. When you open them, you release the wind trapped inside your throat at the realization that the shooting star has disappeared over the horizon. Disappointment dwells in your heart and on your shoulders briefly before you spin around to look at your husband, whose arm has lowered. His face illuminates with a gentle joy as he gazes into the distance, a display that lightens your disheartenment and replaces it with bliss.

Long ago, you swore that you would commit all of Adrian's smiles to memory, so you take this time to do just that. The radiant expression that he wears is one of wonder, faith and longing, as if he wishes to chase that star to the ends of the Earth. You think that he looks so adorable like this, and you would hate for him to stop, but you become curious as to if he made a wish too, so you ask him, "Did you make a wish, Adrian?"

Blinking out of his awestruck state, golden eyes meet yours. You are so glad that during all of this time, the color of Adrian's eyes never changed. You think that it gives him individuality, and they remind you that through every hardship, you will always have someone at your side to endure it with. Sunshine dims into a soft sadness, which rawly clenches at your heart. Adrian's eyes glance to the ground, a frown on his face while he admits, "Oh, no. I didn't get the chance to."

The vessel which keeps you standing feels like it is being brutally mauled through at this response. Now, Adrian gazes out into the sky with furrowed brows, and your own face falls as his does. While he is skeptical about the idea of wishing on stars, he does find it fun to do sometimes. It didn't even come to mind when he saw it passing by, and seeing just how disappointed he is hurts more than any wound you could ever receive.

You use your quick-thinking skills to come up with something to cheer the dhampir up, when it hits you. You have been studying human magics for one-hundred years, and while you are quite skilled, you do not practice enough to fully achieve your true potential. Typically, you only use your magic on occasion when you're bored to make fun shapes, or when you're in combat with no other choice, but this is just as vital- no, even more-so. This is more dire than any foe that you have vanquished, more monstrous than any beast you have slain; Your sweet husband is sad, and as his wife, you want to make him feel better!

So, you cup your palms together and hold them out in front of you. Adrian notices the shift of your body, and turns to watch as you close your eyes. You focus on your desire, and think about the way that a star feels. You feel a tickling sensation spring its way up your back, as if stardust brushes your skin. Slipping into a deep state of concentration, you reflect on your early studies of magic when a yellow spark erupts into your hands. Adrian watches with fascination while the spark begins to brighten; It begins to take shape, until a thin, golden diamond glows in your grasp.

Adrian is completely blown away by your demonstration, his mouth hung open and eyes gawking widely at what you've just created. You open your eyes and smile at the dumbfounded look on your husband's face, giggling. "Make a wish, Adrian."

Realistically, you both know that this isn't what a star looks like, but that doesn't matter to your man. What matters to him is that it's yours, and it's perfect. For a moment, Adrian is silent, too bewildered by your manifestation to summon his voice. He knows that you are a very talented magician, and he has seen your capabilities at their finest. The fact that you have forged something so precious just to make him happy deeply touches Adrian. A smile adorns the man's face once more, eyes holding a love that is reserved only for you. He reaches a hand over to the side of your face to allow gloved fingers to graze your skin while he leans forward, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You watch as he melts before you, your smile growing wider when seeing that he's happy again. Unexpectedly, he gives you a kiss, and this makes you feel even better. Adrian's lips have a very dastardly power to make you weak; One brush of them, and you feel like you could faint on the spot. His lips are soft, and he tastes of the most captivating spell. You would have dropped the illusion and wrapped your arms around him to properly relay your passion, if you didn't know how meaningful this was to him. Heat crawls its way into your cheeks, and your shoulders have hiked up from surprise, but they slowly lower themselves as you allow your body to relax. You return his kiss and tilt your head slightly to enhance the experience for both of you, and you stand like this for a moment to cherish how perfectly your lips mold together.

Albeit regrettably, Adrian is the one to back away. The sun of his eyes shines brightly with admiration, and the smile on his lips is tender. "I don't need to," He murmurs sweetly.

Seeing this look on the dhampir's face is everything that you could want out of tonight. You have shared a wonderful day together, but this has been the best part of it by far. A crooked grin curls its way your lips, and you give him a knowing look when you decide to tease him, "If you say it's because you have everything you could wish for right here, I'm going to hit you."

Adrian's posture straightens as he throws his head back to laugh. Light blooms within your chest at the sound, one that you would listen to every hour for all of your days if given the chance. Tilting his head upright, he meets your eyes and responds, "Alright, I hear you." Then, he leans over to examine the star in your hands more closely, asking, "Could we save it?" Your husband aligns himself upright again, reuniting your gaze to his while adding, "For my next wish."

You smile at the man, head slightly tilted while fondly gazing at him. Any request of his is one you will gladly satisfy, so you tell him, "I think I can do that."

The look on your face causes Adrian to soften, his shoulders noticeably relaxing a bit more at the sight. "Good." He then turns so that his side faces you, and offers an arm for you to take. "Shall we head to bed now?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and press your lips together harshly, charging all of your energy into the little splendor in your hands before hopping up. With your little bounce, the star shoots up into the sky, stardust hot on its trail, before it lowers down to settle itself floating slightly above you and Adrian. The dhampir turns around to recognize what you've done, that same stupefied expression on his face. You see it and laugh, an arm coming over your stomach as you take a step back and point at him. You gather yourself shortly after, and brush away any lingering dust on your clothes before you turn to face where Adrian is to take his arm. "Let's go."

It's only when you make contact with him that your husband comes out of his shock, his face relaxing when seeing yours and a smile decorating his lips. "As you wish."

With that, you head into the castle to begin your nightly routine. The star you created twirls around you both the entire way, and you laugh at mystical friend's enthusiasm. Love has brought you two a long way, and you guarantee that it will take you even farther. In every life, you know that Adrian would do anything to make you happy, and he knows that you would do the same.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

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Behind the Meme: Complaint Tablet to Ea-nasir

In 1953, explorer Sir Leonard Woolley discovered and acquired the tablet from what is believed to be the ruins of Ea-nasir's home while on an expedition to the city of Ur. Several other similar tablets complaining about poor copper quality were also recovered, suggesting Ea-nasir frequently sent his customers poor-quality goods. The tablet is currently held at the British Museum.

A few of the most viral Tumblr posts about this meme: https://probablybadrpgideas.tumblr.com/post/171826102481/your-players-are-faced-with-an-ancient-sumerian https://brightwanderer.tumblr.com/post/645195882465230848/ea-nasir-is-that-you

Translation of the tablet:

Tell Ea-nasir: Nanni sends the following message:

When you came, you said to me as follows : "I will give Gimil-Sin (when he comes) fine quality copper ingots." You left then but you did not do what you promised me. You put ingots which were not good before my messenger (Sit-Sin) and said: "If you want to take them, take them; if you do not want to take them, go away!"

What do you take me for, that you treat somebody like me with such contempt? I have sent as messengers gentlemen like ourselves to collect the bag with my money (deposited with you) but you have treated me with contempt by sending them back to me empty-handed several times, and that through enemy territory. Is there anyone among the merchants who trade with Telmun who has treated me in this way? You alone treat my messenger with contempt! On account of that one (trifling) mina of silver which I owe(?) you, you feel free to speak in such a way, while I have given to the palace on your behalf 1,080 pounds of copper, and umi-abum has likewise given 1,080 pounds of copper, apart from what we both have had written on a sealed tablet to be kept in the temple of Samas.

How have you treated me for that copper? You have withheld my money bag from me in enemy territory; it is now up to you to restore (my money) to me in full.

Take cognizance that (from now on) I will not accept here any copper from you that is not of fine quality. I shall (from now on) select and take the ingots individually in my own yard, and I shall exercise against you my right of rejection because you have treated me with contempt.

Source: https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/complaint-tablet-to-ea-nasir

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JiuYuan au

Basically when SY goes into pidw SJ switches bodies with him! Cool fine whatever right? Not long into it they both discover they can see each other in their dream realms, which have collided into one.

At first it’s SJ being like “damn bro, you live like this?” And SY being like “damn bro, isn’t the sect so much nicer when you’re not being a cunt?”

Basically bickering until they realize the other isn’t that bad. SJ reads the webnovel and is like “this is fucking awful.” And SY just bonds over shitting on it.

As they talk and bond over a few years they start to actually kinda like each other like “wow maybe this guy isn’t awful *all* the time” and they get into a truce telling each other about their original worlds and stuff.

One day SJ is looking at old swords and finds Xin Mo, which shouldn’t be possible? Oh well, it is! And being the Rich Boy TM he is he just buys it from whatever museum or collector has it.

After a bit of discussion SY is like “what if you brought my body here and we swapped back to our originals?” And SJ is so game, he misses cultivation no matter how cool the modern world is.

So during the Jin Lan city arc they figure out how to swap bodies, SY immediately going into his but SJ accidentally getting stuck and being in a coma. Eventually when he wakes up he’s like “shit, why am I here���. Why am I naked?” And he escapes from Huan Hua palace only to get caught up in the fighting between CQS and Binghe’s people.

And Shen Yuan ex machina(+Xin Mo) come to take him away!

Obviously SQH is confused (that looks like the mushroom body but it’s not and he doesn’t know why it looks like that elusive third son of the shens) and LBH is even more confused because “hey now! That’s my sword! Why are there two?” And in the confusion SY fuses both the Xin Mos, purifies LBH, and gets the fuck out of there with SJ on his waist.

YQY: Shidi?! What’s going on, where are you going

LQG: If that man can control the demon sword he can’t be good, what are you doing!?!

SJ; this is my husband now

SY: we did not discuss that but sure (may as well because our consciousnesses are linked)

SQH never figured out what’s going on, JiuYuan go off and have a happy life on a tea farm and hunting monsters.

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Their Pearl | Yandere Pirates

My response to @sweethoneyrose83's writing prompt about yandere poly pirates. Took me forever but I just had to get it out my system! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“This meetin’s officially called to order.” First Mate Ran is glaring at the scallywags of his Captain’s crew, without an ounce of sympathy for the guilty-looking few, “Seems like y’all have been costin’ us a month's worth of travel delaying our biggest job yet.”

The six pairs of eyes looked anywhere but Ran or the glaring Captain Lu at the head of the table. Some of them didn’t have the decency to look away with guilt but at the wooden ceiling whistling familiar tunes, rocking on the chairs they were leaning in. Ran didn’t know if that indifference bothered him more.

“Since y’all think it’s not worth comin’ straight ta me or the Captain we’ll be goin’ over each of yer fail’res.”

Black eyes scanned the long table, a relic earned on a heist of a Queen’s museum. The history within its worn wooden finish and stone markings was of the infamous pirate band—Deadman’s Collect–a band of pirates that would meet at the table to plan their grandest loots. For a crew descended from the captain’s owned it, collectively they decided it was better off in their hands than in the museum of a royal, who fought for their executions. As it belonged, it was serving pirates once again on a mission to defy the oppressive oligarchy they were forced to live in. 

“Looks like you’ll be first—Heine brothers.” 

All heads turned to look at the mischievous pair of twins, their silent smiles graduated to smirks  Their unbrushed and untamed heads of burgundy hair, fashioned like the manes of the lion statues standing guard in front of the Western King’s palace. Almost indistinguishable from one another there’s Klaus and Kurt—the strong hands of the ship and the muscle in every fight. Despite not always being the first to come up with a plan or scheme, neither needed to be goaded to do whatever it took to keep the crew safe. Usually, that was what they preferred to do rather than be patient and not kill everyone in their path. Their dynamic with the crew was silently loved; always up for a joke, and their overprotectness of everyone, especially the crew’s weaker members. So it was the most shocking for Ran to discover the brothers no longer poking at the prisoner but playing with them. 

“In our defense,” Kurt spoke playing with a strand of his unruly hair,” we found the little Pearl incredibly entertaining.”

Klaus giggled diabolically as he thought back to their interactions with the prisoner. Of course, it wasn’t unusual that when there was fresh meat the twins enjoyed torturing them but never would they take it farther than that. But of course, there was something different about the King’s Pearl. 

“Getting seasick?” Klaus had taken advantage of Ran’s divided attention to sneak off to the brig, where the most expensive item they’d ever had on their boat was.

“Nope.  As the eldest of the North Creston Name, I’ve been on plenty of ships before!” 

Klaus chuckled watching them stick their nose up and then stumble as the boat rocked. Checking the narrow stairway down, the redhead tested his luck, looking around for the key to let himself in. Finding it in a barrel out of the cell’s field of vision he quickly unlocked the cell, making its only occupant jump.

“You lyin’ to me aren’t you?”

“W-what? I’m not! It’s the truth!”

His smile dropped, green eyes giving a death glare hundreds had seen before their deaths. Without breaking eye contact he pulled out his favorite dagger, twirling the jagged blade expertly in his hand. 

“Y’know what we do to liars, meat?”

“No.”

“We mark ‘em. Make sure the truth is carved into their skin forever,” he held the dagger under their chin making them lift their head so that Klaus could enjoy the fearful expression on their face,” like a tattoo except ours is going to be..much…deeper.”

Suddenly the expression was gone and a look of curiosity remained instead. 

“Wait what’s a tattoo?”

What a setup! He could stab them and they’d have their answer, but the tilt of their head despite the dagger less than a hair away let him humor them. 

“It’s easier if I just show ya.”

They lit up, moving forward so fast he almost didn’t have time to pull his dagger away. Sheathing it he knelt to their level, pulling back his opened collar more to reveal the marking underneath his collarbone. A gnarly twist of snakes and daggers on a rotting corpse. It was his go-to for torture; the well-known marking striking just as much fear if not more than they were already experiencing. 

“Wow,” their eyes were wide and their mouth open,” does it hurt at all?”

“Ha not really I don’t–” he was going to continue to rave about how pain doesn’t scare him in the slightest instead he felt the warm and soft hands trailing the design. 

“Cool!” 

They looked up at him with an unfamiliar expression. One of wonder. Something Klaus wasn’t exactly known for inducing. It made something in his heart tug, a feeling exclusive to his adored pirates. Usually looking up at him in admiration of his strength or with a challenge but this….was nothing he’d ever felt before.

“I’ll be back, gotta go!”

“Oh uhm bye then.”

Ignoring the way that same tug reappeared as he, hearing them sadly play with their fingers. He left as soon as possible, barely remembering to close the gate before heading up the stairs to safety. 

It just couldn’t be!

He needed his other half to be sure.

“Oh, it’s you again!”

The joyful greeting was not what Kurt was expecting. Just returning the key his brother was carelessly carrying around. If the Captain figured out it was misplaced they’d never hear the end of it.

The prisoner couldn’t go far thanks to the chain and cuff attaching them to the bed, but they were standing looking starry-eyed and smiling as they mistook him for his brother. Alas, Kurt wasn’t devoid of mischievousness, even though some may consider him the more behaved brother, when an opportunity presented itself he just couldn’t refuse!

“Do you by any chance have more of those tattoos to show me?”

Kurt held back a laugh before agreeing to unlock the cell once again to do what he knew his brother would have done, choosing another one. Lifting the sleeves of shirt up to his shoulder he showed off his bicep, trying not to react when he was so willingly touched.

“Wow! So many! Super duper cool!”

Kurt scoffed to himself. So a little gushing was what got him all worked up, how cute! He’d be sure to tease him with this later–

“And you’re so strong! I reckon—sorry I’m real sure you could just carry me! Wait let’s try it!”

The absolute invasion of the prisoner hanging on his curled bicep is startling but not as much as the end of it when they clumsily dismount falling into his chest. For a moment, maybe it’s instinct that his arm wraps around to steady them. Leaving him unguarded for the unbelievably carefree face staring up at him.

“Thanks! Sorry for stumbling over you like this, if you don’t mind we can try again!”

Kurt liked being looked up to and praised, but this was making his heart thump the same way it did when he cornered their bratty cabin boy. Even still this was a whole new feeling and he wouldn’t be a Heine if he didn’t explore this further!

“But of course!”

From that moment forward the twins decided they’d extend their efforts from lightly teasing with their crew to outright delaying them. They couldn’t deny it hurt their heart to hear them complain about the waning supplies and the money they needed to repair the oldest parts of the ship. But they figured the extra time was worth it to know of the intense feelings they had for their dear prisoner.

“Just cause ya caught feelin’s, that excuses you’re behavior?”

Klaus hummed looking carelessly at the steps that led to the upper deck of the ship as if he could see their Pearl through the wooden door. It bothered Ran that Kurt wasn’t even paying attention in his brother’s stead, like he usually did, only slowly blinking up at the ceiling with a lovestruck smile on his face. 

“It’s without a doubt Klaus and I have fallen deeply for our little Pearl. I’d definitely give you trouble if you tried to turn them in now.”

Ran was openly glaring as twin pairs of emerald eyes glared back with an intensity typically reserved for the bedroom the pirates on this ship. As much as he’d like to dismiss it as an over-exaggeration from them he’d seen the kind of devotion they had. 

“Hello (Y/n) you’re getting better at using that mop.”

Klaus and Kurt had managed to slip away after breakfast to visit their favorite prisoner, who had graduated from daydreaming in their cell. After the first two weeks of being delayed, the Captain approved of them having a few chores of course while always being monitored. Though it was very quickly learned they didn’t have to worry about them escaping too much at all.

“Really?!”

They weren’t, but Kurt thought the way they struggled with waving the mop nonsensically on the deck was incredibly cute. His brother, of the same mindset, cooed before pinching and squishing their cheeks.

“So cute! Maybe I should show you my technique with the mop?”

“Oh, you will? I’d love that Klaus!”

Kurt rolled his eyes. He knew what his brother was doing and he wished he thought of it before him. He frowned at his brother as he slotted himself behind (Y/n) and clasped his hands around their awkward grip on the mop. Kurt settled to stand aside already concocting a way to intervene, in the meantime hoping they wouldn’t catch onto his brother closing the distance.

“--So if you want you should bend back into me and–”

“I didn’t know you had others on the crew!”

“Yes, I’d love it if you bent into—wait what?!

Kurt followed your gaze toward a man attempting to hide behind some barrels, and looking further past them he could tell others were coming up the side of the boat. It was supposed to be a silent ambush, from some amateur pirates. They must’ve counted their crew and thought it’d be an easy job. They’d be dead wrong. 

The brothers already had their hands on their trusted knuckle knives and jeweled punch knuckles. They spared a second to look at one another–the silent orchestrating of a plan to quickly dispatch the intruders only for their Pearl to speak out before them.

“Hey! What are you doing sneaking around for?”

The first head that had been hiding figured their cover was blown or would be if he didn’t dispatch one of the waving witnesses, charging with a long knife. Kurt and Klaus sprung into action, the former twin breaking the arm of the lunging intruder, holding his other hand on their face casually snapping their neck. By then Klaus had spun (Y/n) around excusing the intruders' attendance on the ship; it was refreshing having someone so unfamiliar with their gritty style of life around. But it came with its own challenges. Challenges Klaus and Kurt would love to have. Kurt quickly threw the corpse where it was hiding before, joining Klaus in encouraging (Y/n) to go to the kitchen. 

“We have to dismiss our unwanted guests, so if you would please go help Marie in the kitchen.”

“Oh okay but if Angel comes back you’ll have to tell him why the deck isn’t swabbed.”

“Sure sure little Pearl. Bye-bye now!”

The brothers turned to the intruders who they purposely lightly incapacitated quietly groaning as they attempted to get up. They wanted them to be lucid for the ‘fun’ the twins planned to have. Ran recalled finding the aftermath of said intruders and not clearly being able to tell how many originally invaded. The twins infamously spend a quarter of their day reducing their enemies into a bloody, burnt mess. With great pride, they confided in him, how they wished they could show (Y/n) but the First Mate convinced them not to. Part of the agreement was that no permanent damage was inflicted and Ran was sure looking at the amalgamation of human corpses would scar them for life. Ran was certain such a reaction was only reserved for the crew.

“Are you openly admitting to betraying this crew on behalf of a prisoner?”

The twins shrugged and Ran had half a thought to throw them in the brig just for their nonchalance. He was going to do just that before their Angel spoke up. Always the odd one out of a crew of pirates, his hair was the brightest blond almost white. Combed and maintained just a little past his ears, his skin lightly sunkissed an active choice many on a pirate crew wouldn’t care to do. Despite technically being the cabin boy Angel’s almond-shaped red eyes with long lashes to boot were a soft spot for the whole crew. 

Blushing oh so cutely, he faked a cough to bring attention to himself,” Ahem, I also…like them and would like them not to be delivered.”

His statement made all but the twins and Captain Lu gasp in shock. The Captain smiled, her dagger-like silver teeth glinting from the sparse lanterns around. She was leaning forward, her talon-covered index fingers tapping excitedly on the table, leaning even closer to the petite cabin boy on her left. His blush intensified as she twirled a talon around one of his blonde strands. The surrounding crew getting just as hot as him.

“I thought you wanted them ‘gone as soon as possible’?”

He closed his eyes as though that would stop everyone’s curious gazes, with his nose slightly in the air he made his case.

“Well I’ve changed my mind…last time I checked that wasn’t a crime.”

The Captain chuckled her metal claw softly grazing from his hair to his naked neck,” It isn’t, but what made you change your mind?”

The question saddled Angel with too many different memories. In the short time, his Pearl arrived on the ship he couldn’t deny the fluffy feeling in his chest when there was any inkling of their prisoner involved. But it wasn’t always this way. Firstly he didn’t mind all that much, the crew had held hostages before. It was the change that was taking over the crew that made him reevaluate. Two weeks into their imprisonment already half the crew were sneaking off and arguing about sneaking off to “play” with the prisoner. Ignoring Angel’s usually coveted advances was an easy way to earn his hatred. Which resulted in his usual routine with the Captain–cuddled up to her after a particularly passionate romp to ask for the one thing that would cure his sadness.

“You want me to get rid of our big-ticket prisoner?”

“Yes! I mean aren’t you worried about all the stalling the royals have been doing? Don’t you think they’re stringing you along? And heck we don’t even need to keep all of them alive and just keep a finger that we can send for…motivation!”

For a second, Angel thought he’d won. The Captain cooed, running her dark hands through his tussled hair and lovingly kissing his forehead. Barely able to hide his victory his pink lips curved into a smile, that dropped with the Captain’s knowing smirk.

“You’re jealous of them?”

“What jealous!?” Instinctively Angel perked up sitting up in the bed, completely ignoring his worried damsel routine. 

“I have nothing to be jealous of! That barnacle is getting everyone worked up for no good reason!”

“How do you know?”

“What?”

“How do you know they aren’t worth the fuss if you’ve never played with them yourself?”

Angel crossed his arms to pout, managing his dramatic fall into the captain's bed (minding his sore behind). Glaring at the wooden grooves of the decorated wall as if they were the ones denying him. 

“I don’t need to know.”

“Well maybe you should….then you could leverage it for some much-needed time with everyone.”

Angel hated knowing that he was taking the Captain’s advice in the first place. Fully accepting the task of making the pampered prisoner useful by sharing his chores with them. The collective groans from the disappointed crew only spurred him on. Harshly shoving a pale and scrub into their hands and screaming for them to scrub the deck. Leaning back on a barrel as he styled his hair looking in the reflection of a compact mirror that Kurt stole just for him, he was sure it’d be easy. “Spending time to learn” while the prisoner he hated did his chores sounded like a wonderful dream. Except this prisoner was like nothing he’d dealt with before.

“Alright so make sure to scrub the floor. Don’t be too heavy with the wat–”

SPLASH

“...Okay…that’s a bit much but–”

SPLISH! SPLISH!

“STOP STOP! What are you doing?! Serves me right to believe some rich kid would know how to scrub a floor!”

“Well I’m sorry but I wasn’t exactly allowed to learn at home.”

“But I’m sure someone was scrubbing the floors, wouldn’t hurt to watch them right?”

“I was strictly forbidden from spending time with others….including the maids.”

“...Well you’re going to learn. Grab the scrub.”

He hated to admit, that he enjoyed watching them flounder with the new tasks. Turning to him with that wide-eyed curious stare admitting they had no idea what a ‘sea shanty’ was. It was weirdly endearing, to be the one looked up to despite being the shortest. To be asked for his opinion on things other than costumes for a disguise. Being the one to do the pinning against the wall when he’s being particularly mean.

Angel hated to admit it but when he was confided in about an arranged marriage, he actually intervened. 

“So we’re docking at Restwood Kingdom. Small town. You’re not going to get to see it though.”

“That’s okay I’ve already been.”

“...You have?”

“Yeah, my….betrothed lives there.”

“.....Your betrothed?”

“...Yeah my family wasn’t thrilled but they said he would have been the best for me.” “Do you feel the same way?”

He studied their face so intensely then, studying the quirk in their lips and their wandering eyes. He prided himself on knowing when his Pearl was happy. When they were reminiscing. This was not one of those times…there was something off.

“It doesn’t really matter,” the sad smile made him sick, “ when I go back they’re going to start the wedding plans.”

“...Hm that’s a shame.” 

Angel felt no remorse, casually reminding Ran of a juicy bit of information the prisoner let slip. Handing over the drawn map he convinced them to draw to ‘see the garden’ they talked so much about. Pretending to be just as distraught that a headline of the prince being massacred is published during their stay. Hiding the smile that threatened to come while cuddling a crying (Y/n) into the bed he was sharing with Marie. 

“So yes. I changed my mind because as much as I hate to admit I do…like them.”

“Whoa so they were gonna marry that prick,” Kurt piped up, smiling wide as he looked at the pinned headline in the brig. Klaus and a few others at the table snickered an air of pride exuding from everyone in the room, making Ran roll his eyes. They were getting distracted again. 

“That explains your sudden necessity for a…noble’s head…movin’ on. Willow? What about yer navigation blunders? You’ve purposely been leading us astray fer over a month now. I thought yer vow of loyalty trumped that.” 

The islander navigator sighed, “I’m loyal to my heart. That is why I came on this ship, in the first place.”

A series of cheers and whoops erupted from the table, Marie and Reese high-fiving her from both sides, much to Ran’s displeasure. Willow simply shrugs, her hooped earrings jingling against her necklaces as she shakes her head. Even without her culture’s morals influencing her, she was always inclined to follow her heart. Why else would she leave the stifling paradise of the islands and its familiar grottos and underwater caves and the singing with sirens if not for love? Watching the Captain, then the twins, then the others all falling for the poor prisoner. She recalled when she first laid eyes on the little Pearl, freshly plucked from the protective mouth of the royal clam. The Captain and the First Mate had headed the mission, relying on Reese and her to keep their passage out clear. It was but a moment when they needed to get past a crowd of marching guards. Reese had been the one to ask what everyone was thinking.

“Uh, are we going to gag them or something? What if they screamed right now?”

They didn’t respond instead the prisoner that was tied up and currently sitting on the sewer floor was attempting to raise their hands as if they were in school. The Captain snickered and Ran rolled his eyes, as Reese watched their eager attempt to ask for permission. Willow was the one who finally let them speak, with a finger to her lips. The prisoner’s expression lit up…like a teacher’s pet who could finally speak.

“Oooh I promised I wouldn’t make a sound for the whole trip! As long as I get a street beignet in the end!” 

Willow quietly laughed along with Reese before they were on the move again. Watching as their untouched ankle was shackled in their cell and the expression on their face not even changing did something to her. Something she found not many of her current partners had. Not that they weren’t sympathetic or understanding, just that they couldn’t possibly know how easy it was to be swept away by the pirates when she met them. And she knew that her Pearl felt the same way.

“Did you really promise not to speak for some pastries?”

“Yes!” 

“But weren’t you afraid? Didn’t you want to be helped?”

“I…kindof have always wanted to sneak away I just could never do it. If that makes sense.”

“It does. More than you’ll ever know.”

She recalled their conversations between the bars of the cell. Animated and intrigued with every word that came from her typically untalkative self. Even her dreams were filled with their endless chatter and entrancing smiles. Being a follower of her heart meant listening to her dreams and more than anything telling her destiny demanded she have them. Have you. And she’d do anything to keep you.

 “Mmmh Willow.”

“Sorry little Pearl, I’m almost done.”

“S-s-so this is kind of like a tattoo? Except with your mouth?”

“Yes,” she licked lovingly at the puncture marks along their neck. Pride filled her heart as she watched the blood underneath their skin coagulate, “something like that.”

That’s probably why she could only stare in response to Ran’s question.

“You’re asking if I’d join the twins? If they were to ever rebel for them?”

Ran nodded.

“Of course, I would.”

Kurt and Klaus cheered roping a reluctant Angel into it too, making Ran send a scathing look for them to stop. It didn’t and without his prompting Marie, the brunette chef spoke her peace. 

“I’d also reckon they deserve a place with us, forever. Don’t think I could bear it if they left me now!”

The freckled chef had their own share of tantalizing conversations over the meals she’d deliver. The kind she often never could have with the other pirates being as close as they were, it was lovely having a new taster.

“Hmmm so good…though.”

“What? What is it?”

“I think this could use…some more spice.”

“Really?! But I tried using that oregano they got for me.”

“No no, another spice maybe try,,,, coriander.”

“I’ll have to give that a try.”

Marie would love to say that she too had waited for a long while before she was enraptured but that just wasn’t the case. From the second they scarfed down and happily ate her food she was hooked. She just loved a good eater! Dreaming about what else she could feed their lovely little captive, who was just so responsive. So responsive they rarely ever refused her dishes even when they were well beyond the point of full. Not exactly free to roam around the ship, she’d fill them up with her concoctions and recipes until they couldn’t move. Her favorite instance was during their first day out of the cell, finally allowed to be out but only with a chaperone. Marie had volunteered, shoving her stuffed Pearl into her bed, taking advantage of their feast and the sleepiness that followed. With a few exhausted groans, they were asleep giving her free range to poke and squish the fat of their stomach. Squealing to herself at its light firmness, she delighted in the freedom to do so. Her other lovers on the ship were freaky open but not enough for her to do all she pleased. But her Pearl was different so oblivious asleep they wouldn’t protest her hands wandering to explore and touch and taste.

“You’re so easy, (Y/n)...so mine.”

She’d only felt inclined to stop when Reese had walked in on her, a silent warning to go no further as she nibbled on an ear and placed a grape into her Pearl’s lips. There was no one she could do this to without being scolded or with anyone so unaware of their own limits that they would stop her. Not to mention she adored the compliments given to her without caring where the meat she’d gotten came from. At this point, she could never go back.

“That would leave you Reese…do you too feel this way about our hostage.”

All eyes were on Reese. The impish, pick-pocketer with a big smile, an aloof personality, and hair dark as the sea. Suspicious as he was a good fighter, rarely was he on the receiving end of such big questions. Often preferring to go with the flow of his fellow pirates and backing his Captain in any way possible. When the plan was in motion to abduct the greatest payoff that they’d ever attempted he was all for it. Dismissing their weird behavior and the Captain’s quiet opinion of them. Not once had he tried to risk it, until he’d seen it. Everyone on the ship had dopey faces and distracted behavior–it was so out of character for everyone. It didn’t take long before he’d found the culprit and was tempted to do what he did to all his problems.

Chuck it off the plank.

“Are you sure this is a fun game? It just seems a little scary to me!”

“That’s part of the fun! That little adrenaline rush is how you know you’re playing it right!”

“Oh okay!” 

It was just too easy. The simple proposal of a ‘pirate game; had them following like an obedient dog, completely unaware their owner was going to shoot them in the back of the head. Reese didn’t think he’d feel bad about it. Chalking it up to another kill of some enemy to his crew, he’d done it before so many times. Using his tricks and wit to outsmart them; it really was too easy to instruct them to balance themself on the plank above the sea.

“Okay I’m at the end Reese I did it!”

“Good…real good.”

“Wow the water is—”

It was second hand to slam his foot on the end of the plank, sending their hostage slightly in the air and tumbling into the depths below. From his safety on the ship's railing, he watched them resurface once, reaching out to him and struggling to call his name. 

“Ree—”

Seeing their face disappear under the waves Reese thought he should feel free, yet his feet refused to turn away. Staring at the unmoving water trying to decipher why there was a piece of him hoping they’d resurface. But he recalls a conversation he’d had with them. It was a one-off something he probably didn’t even initiate.

“Oh yeah, I don’t know how to swim. My family told me I’d never need to!”

He remembered thinking the same thing he was now.

How helpless.

They need me.

He was only reassured when he finally dove in, a floating device tied to him as he held them up. Wet coughing and puking of saltwater against his chest and their hands hanging tightly around his neck. It was the tears that had him hugging back.

“Reese…”

“Yes?”

“I-I really don’t like this game.” 

“I know me neither.”

“C-can we g-g–go home?” 

Home. That’s where they needed to be because they were so darn helpless. He had to make sure they did just that, forever.

“Yup they gotta be here, I don’t know how they’ll survive otherwise.”

Once again the pirates around the table began to cheer, a collective air of acceptance of the same truth it all stopped though as everyone was reminded of had the real say. Captain Lu sat at the head of the table with her talon-covered hands folded underneath her face. Her luscious lips are straight, her expression far too apathetic for the cheering pirates before her. They held their breaths in anticipation—a silence encompassing the mess hall as they waited on her command. 

Her First Mate turned to her, his words suddenly so much heavier,” Cap’n Lu, do you want to keep the prisoner or d’ya prefer to return ‘em and get our reward?” 

The Captain leaned back into her chair—her throne observing the faces of her pirates whom she adored, all waiting for her word as they ought to. She, like many here, felt as though someone was missing from their ranks….and she couldn’t agree more. Having been the one to receive a message in the bottle written by the King’s beloved child. On the parchment was a plea to see the world, to see the ocean for themselves, and to find love.  

Well, now they had eight. 

There was an apparent thrill for Lu–with every successful treasure hunt, there was a small part of her that felt satisfied. There truly was nothing that beat pure ale down her throat, a lover at her knees, and a view of the treasures she’d acquired burying her other lovers. It beat a hard day's work. It beats an ‘honest job.’ She could think of nothing as fulfilling until she met (Y/n) in the flesh. 

She and Ran lead the heist, letting only themselves into the innards of the intensely guarded wing of the castle. It felt disgustingly perfect to be trampling the lightly pink rug of the castle bedroom, leaving the faint dirt print within its wool. Passing a tray of ornate gifts, ranging from perfumes to portraits and priceless works of art. The handles and doors grand and golden would be fine prizes any other day but Rand and Lu walked right past them. All to stop in front of the completely bored Pearl at the center of it all. 

“I got your message.”

She handed the bottle over. The original writer tracing their sloppy handwriting from so long ago. A smile spread across their face.

“So have you come to take me? Like a hero?”

“Just like one.”

“Will I…” they trailed off eying the calendar plastered on the opposite wall. Large and in an overly fancy font mapping out a schedule that didn’t change much at all,” get everything I asked for before I come back?”

Without hesitation, she responded, “Of course and so much more.”

With a smile on both of their faces, the Pearl allowed themselves to be tied up. Stopping to negotiate a gag, and then leaving into the sewer systems of the castles. In the comfort of the ship, Lu felt no better place for her Pearl was by her side. In her bed. In her First Mate’s bed. In any of her pirate’s beds. 

No greater gift than seeing them there….among her pile of treasures.

“What do you think Ran? What will your Captain say?”

The question made the pirate fluster, shifting their boots along the floor. Dutifully looking into his Captain’s single purple eye. The silent question hanging between them—’ What do you want me to say?’. It was easier than breathing, the split-second answer that punctuates every scenario his heart likes to play out. 

Thinking back to all the new memories he’d made with their Pearl. It was the evening of a minor heist that ended with a fight. Not against the corrupt merchant but with Reese. The pick-pocket had been particularly reckless attacking the knight-in-training who’d followed their band bag to the ship. Despite shakily holding a sword up, Reese attacked with extreme prejudice. Holding the boy by the neck as he repeatedly stabbed a dull knife into his sternum, dragging through the skin to his intestines. Ran was the first to witness this, surprised by the aggression to someone they’d usually let live. 

“He saw them! Sleeping in the brig! He was going to tell! I can’t–! I wouldn’t–! We can’t let that happen!”

Ran listened to Reese flounder, the manic look in his blue eyes anxiously darting about. He’d rarely seen him in such a state. The detached sneak had a habit of masking his pain, a survival instinct he couldn’t quite part with. A paranoid obsessiveness that requires unspoken requirements to be fulfilled puts him on edge. People, not tied up, are the usual ones—too many opportunities for danger. And apparently, anyone threatening to remove their little Pearl would do the same. 

Ran did what he usually did when he got in this state. Pulling Reese into his chest, blocking his view of the dying intruder. Letting his rough hands curl within the locks of his shaking partner, holding him tightly as he hummed. 

“No one’s taking our Pearl. They won’t be going anywhere.”

“....Promise?”

Ran didn’t hesitate when he promised. He also didn’t hesitate when Marie and Willow asked to make a special pitstop. The chef wouldn’t stop talking about how their Pearl in passing spoke of a specific spice so fondly, that they’d die if they never got to see their expression when they finally tasted it again. Stealing anything from the spice merchants meant going out of their way; possibly mingling with other pirates who specialized in the trade. Yet he still said they could. Purposefully stalling their pearl until Marie was in the position to watch excitedly as they gleefully ate her cooking. Sending Willow to ‘wait’ with their Pearl for their scheduled bathroom break. Keeping quiet Willow promises to visit later.

“Are you alright with this, Ran?”

“Yes…you were very helpful…for our requests with the prisoner.”

“It’s not a problem. We haven’t broken the routine or protocol.”

He did lie just that once about not breaking protocol. He didn’t bother saying anything the next time Angel and the twins, confiscated a line of rope. Typically Ran demanded strict ledgers and labeling when it came to any supplies on the ship. It was the best way to make sure everything was in order. So typically he’d have quite a lot to say about the unspecified use of an extra rope—but this case was special. It was in front of the twins’ room, Klaus and Kurt usually kept the door open as an invitation but not this time. Knocking brought out Klaus and Kurt, pink on their cheeks and large smiles on their faces.

“We’re using it for a game.”

“Yes, a very fun game.”

Ran was so annoyed he hadn’t figured out why yet,”Well am I getting the rope back?”

The twins shared a look as they usually did before speaking up. Their door opening to reveal a flushed Angel has them stopping and eagerly turning to him. 

“---We’re ready for you~ Oh  Ran, how’ve you been?”

The twins no longer interested in the faux conversation, went into their room leaving Angel to placate their First Mate. 

“Sorry, no guarantees about that rope. It might not survive what we have planned for it.”

Ran wasn’t an idiot he recognized the specific shirt he was wearing. The one that was flowy and hung off his shoulders–deliciously inviting. Though it begs the question who was being strung up if it wasn’t him?

“Oh, and I’m chaperoning our Pearl by the way! Bye!”

He quickly disappeared into the room behind him, leaving Ran to burn with the broken rules of any prisoner. Granted special permissions were given, he wondered just how far he was slipping or just how bad it had gotten.

“Thank you Ran for helping me! If you can believe it I usually am not allowed to do this completely by myself.”

Beneath him was (Y/n) colloquially dubbed their Pearl bare and resting within the tin washbasin. In his hands was the washcloth lathered in the sudsy remains of a dwindling soap bar. Fighting the burning in his cheeks and begging twitchy hands running over unmarred skin, with the reverence it usually did. It was the quiet splash of the water with the slightest movements, their breathy moans of satisfaction that brought Ran to his knees. In his heart, nay! His very soul was for them.

For them, no amount of gore and death was unnecessary.

For them, no amount of stalling, lying, or breaking of rules was unneeded.

For them, no amount of rope, jewels, or spices could compare.

For them, their Pearl was worth more than all of it–and trading them in for any pile of gold or riches would be a loss. For nothing can compare to the value of their Pearl. 

“My Cap’n, you must say yes. As you already have the greatest of treasures.”

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The nervousness you felt was growing exponentially. A little while ago you’d been left in the crow’s nest; Lu assuring you’d be helpful while they had their meeting. For all the stories and headlines you’ve read about pirates, it’s crazy to know they demanded to have meetings with one another. 

Staring at the endless sea and sky full of blue, you let your mind wander. Thinking back to the endless cycle you originally lived through. Waking and being pampered day in and day out, in the same room you’d been in since your youth. Looking at the definition it constituted it being called insanity, but this insanity eased all in court. All in the castle. All in the Kingdom. To know their future was locked away, upkept, and healthy. 

But that was gone now. 

You were free.

For now. 

You wondered how long it’d take for your parents to chase, for the pirates to lose interest, for others to learn that the jewel of the crown was easy pickings. It felt so dreamy. To spend your days learning something new, trying what you’ve heard adventurous heroes get to do. Daring heists, escaping storms….being loved. 

It was foreign but good.

So good, you dreaded seeing the Royal Messenger ship appearing on the horizon. The white sails instead of red or black proving this was the one to pay whatever it took to bring you home. 

Quickly you stood, peering into the eye-glass once again. Turning to the ladder you made your way down, running to knock on the closed door of the mess hall. Instead, the door swung open revealing the dressed in purple Captain Lu smiling her infamous smile. Reminding you of the first day you finally met… a shame it’d be your last.

“Captain the Royal ship is here on the North horizon.”

She hums stepping to the side to reveal the others who had heard such major news. The first to step out was Marie, her bottom lip jutted out and quivering with an onset of tears. Throwing herself at you, you caught her to the best of your ability. The chef was petite but her grip around you was tight, making her dead weight a problem for you. 

“Don’t tell me yer gunna leave me (Y/n)! How will I go on?!”

You had nothing to say, just patting her flowing brown hair. Saving you from outright admitting you’ve never comforted anyone ever, Angel piped up.

“You’ll be fine,” he lightly kicked her, looping an arm around yours, “get up we’ve got work to do.”

“So what do we have to do to get ready? How do ransoms work exactly?”

The pirates around you stopped for a moment, something unfamiliar jading their expressions. But as quick as it came it was gone, them smiling and laughing like you’d told a funny story. You didn’t hide your curious face…was that the wrong thing to say? You felt a nibble against your earlobe, the familiar smell of lemons invading your senses as Angel pulled you close.

“You're absolutely hilarious, (Y/n).”

Klaus sauntered towards you coming on your opposite side, to hold your chin up. A light peck was all he got in before Kurt butted in. Holding the gesture for much longer before his brother pulled at his matching messy hair. The tug of war continued for a while until you heard a large a two smacks occurring simultaneously. Klaus and Kurt snapping upright clutching their behinds with a smirk and a flustered smile directed at Willow, who took advantage of their surprise to squeeze in pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“We’ve come to an agr’ment, Pearl. You won’t be going.”

“What?!”

“Isn’t this just the best,” Marie piped up. Tears gone and her grip now fondling the fat of your waist,” You get to try to fill up on all the new ideas I’ve got cookin’ up!”

Reese stepped forward minding Marie still kneeling on the ground, he looked you deep into your eyes a warm smile spreading on his face. 

“You’re stayin’ I doubt that ships going to get within boardin’ distance of us before they’re blown to smithereens.”

You don’t choose to focus on the dark look on his face or the way they all seemed to smile along with him. With Angel still clinging onto you, you turn to Lu who’s tucking her own spyglass into her coat pocket. 

“What d’ya say, Pearl? Gettin’ a little bit more than you asked for.”

Your first meeting ran through your head, and you nodded. Looking past her to see Ran who has a rare smile on his face. You pull Angel and Marie into a hug, leaning backward when Kurt, Klaus, and Willow join. Reese comes forward slipping past the arms going for him before he runs for the crow's nest. 

A look is shared with Ran as he runs off, making the First Mate fake cough to get your attention. 

“Now (Y/n), your trainin’ as a pirate begins now, and for yer first lesson: we’ll be discussin’ battle at sea!”

You beamed, wiggling free to follow Ran who was cleaning his handgun. Watching in awe as he practiced his aim at the incoming ship. 

“Are we really going to hurt them?”

He hummed, “Only if they choose not to leave us be. As a pirate, we protect our own first and foremost. You think you can handle that (Y/n)?”

It wouldn’t hurt to enjoy this adventure a little while longer!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

may 2024 twst manga updates~

***This includes spoilers for the Episode of Savanaclaw, Episode of Octavinelle, and the 4koma!***

AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LILIA SILVER AND SEBEK LOOK SO GOOD HERE 🤡 I love how Silver and Sebek are constantly shown flanking Lilia, it really enhances the bodyguard/knight vibes! Every time Lilia appears, he always looks like he's having so much fun. Lil' guy is living it up in every panel! Especially when he appears upside down to spook Ruggie.

efbiuSIUBDBYypvfW9wpWD THIS SHOT IS SO GOOD??????? ?I'M LIVING FOR CATER MAKING SILVER AND SEBEK LOOK LIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE AS HE HANGS ON THEM.............. .... . . . . ....... .. .... .. . . . . .. ..

Ruggie's despair is delicious 🤤 He's thinking about all the events that led up to this point and about how that will now all go to waste. Now that I think about it and I have the visual right in front of me... That's the same thing Leona felt every time he got knocked down for his efforts. The parallels, man...

Well, fellas... Looks like it's probably Overblot Leona time next chapter. A detail I love here is that, from Leona's perspective, all the faces of his dorm members are sorta blotted out... which is interesting seeing as how it was stated that Mrs. Rosehearts' face was intentionally blotted since she is considered the source of Riddle's trauma + the light novel tells us that Leona fears seeing hope and desperation for a better future in others because it might motivate him to try again, thus prompting another failure or rejection... 😭

Palace servants: Young master Leona's magical power is so strong, it's scary!! Leona: Damn, they don't understand me! They judge me before they even get to know me. If I were the older brother, they wouldn't be saying this stuff. Also Leona: [see image above]

MALEWIFE MODE RUGGIE????? 😭 What a contrast to the Ruggie in the Episode of Savanaclaw who is really going through it…

Love the detail of Yuuta and Grim helping out with chores in the background! It shows that they’re trying to pull their weight while they stay over.

Babe, wake up... New Yuuta and Leona reaction images just dropped from the Episode of Octainvelle... (I am Yuuta whenever new TWST content drops and my non-Twstie friends are Leona whenever they're listening to me blab nonstop about the updates--)

Yuuta once again proves to be my favorite of the current Yuu iterations 🫶 He’s just so sweet and hopeful!

We actually get to see the class photo!! Although the resolution here is very grainy. I'm really hoping that we get to see a close-up after Azul's OB!! I'm dying to see what he looked like as a kid!

fbhlavfuoeqy8vevif;fa fai THIS CHAPTER REALLY MADE ME LIKE ACE?????? ??? ? ?? ? It's probably because he gives the same flawless liar (even though the acting is sooo overexaggerated) energy as Jade in book 4. There's a really fun scene where he's distracting the Atlantica Museum guards and really hamming it up. He looks so cute while he's being (fake) upset yet so enthusiastic!!

This was my favorite part!! Ace excitedly talks about how he's always been interested in merfolk since he was little (lie) and how he saved up all his money to come to this museum (also a lie)... THEN BRO HAS THE AUDACITY TO POSE LIKE THIS AND TALK ABOUT WANTING TO BE A PART OF THAT WORLD????? ?? ???? ? ?? ? ?? ARIEL WHO>?????? ?? ??? ?? ? ?I o NLY KNOW TRAPPOLA NOW

One of the 4koma this month is about Octavinelle going on a camping trip! Azul wants to study the stars for money-making ideas/inspiration.

When talking about auroras, they're reminded of the Diasomnia students and think about making an aurora-colored drink to sell to them. The Octatrio also star-gaze and talk about aliens + selling octopus to them. They discuss the idea of filling a space suit with water and fish to they can walk in space too.

The other 4koma is about Trey brushing the mouths of his mandrake (as they have no teeth but dirt). He insists that everyone should have a clean oral cavity.

You can even tell which mandrake is Trey’s because it has a bunch of toothbrushes stuck in its pot 🪥

Jamil was planning on using his own mandrake to make an ancient remedy for relieving toothache. Trey is uh… interested… and attempts to test out the healing toothpaste for himself (Jamil of course stops him).

Trey… you’re the most NORMAL one, why are you like this OTL

[poptod]

Omg yay!!! Ik u already have to many for him I hope ur not tired of him yet 😭

Aukmenrah x gn reader where reader is a new part of an exhibit (I was thinking like Pompeii or roman/greek like along those timelines but ill leave it up to u :)) and while Larry is showing them around they meet up with Auk who explains the tablet but while trying to understand him, reader is just looking at him like he hung the stars and Auk starts to get flustered. It's like that between them for a while, like a school crush, and Larry makes it a mission to eventually get them together and becomes Auk's wing man <3

Notes: amazingly no, i am not tired of our dearest ahk but you have GOT to tell me why you spell Ahkmenrah's name like that </3 i made the reader from the islamic golden age since that's what i'm writing about in my book. hope thats satisfactory! WC: 2k

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It was startling, your first awakening––you were one of few exhibits who immediately realized something was not quite right with your existence. For you, it was because you had no memories. You were not a copy of some great historical figure or the remnants of a skeleton; you were a wax doll, there only to demonstrate the clothes of the time.

The nightguard, standing in front of you as the sun set and you shimmered into living, offered you a hand to help you down from your pedestal.

"My name's Larry. Larry Daley," he said. "Welcome to the museum."

"Mā? 'Ayna ana?"

A long sigh and grimace ran through him. He put his hands on his hips, muttered something to himself, then said something to you, beckoning you along. You glanced around––the shining floors and tall ceilings, the myriad of creatures and humans in the long hall. You decided it would be best to listen, even if you didn't know what he wanted.

"Okay…" he mumbled beneath his breath. he then, in a rather thick accent, introduced himself in your language. "I am Larry Daley."

"Uhuh," you said, lifting your chin. "I…"

You frowned. You weren't sure what your name was. Another hint that something was seriously wrong.

"I don't know my name," you said, but he seemed not to understand you.

He took you through the halls and large rooms of what appeared to be a palace with many treasures on display. Unfortunately, no one seemed to be able to speak your language, and so all of Larry's explanations fell on deaf ears. After a rather long walk through a section filled with crystals and minerals, you circled back round to the main part of the building, with its warmly coloured walls and decorated arches.

Rising up to the second floor, you turned down a hall filled with what you recognized as ancient Egyptian artifacts. You stopped in front of a few showcases, tilting your head curiously to the side as your eyes scanned blankly over the informational plaques, unable to identify the language.

Larry pulled you along.

Tumbling over your feet, you barely caught sight of the giant, moving jackal statues staring you down before you were in the next room, bathed in a dim, golden light. Distracted by the multitude of hieroglyphs around you––the art and mystery of which was a fascination of your time––you payed little attention to the quiet conversation Larry was holding with another person. Eventually you turned around, peeked over Larry's shoulder, and stopped dead in your tracks.

His beauty was a near perfect image of the ancient Pharaonic carvings. Your heart sped tenfold as you gawked at him––his khol-lined pale eyes, his soft lips stretched into a smile, the revelation of his tanned waist revealed between tresses of sewn gold. It was rather inappropriate, you knew, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself.

His eyes shifted and fell on you. You stiffened.

A keen smile creeped across his face, eyes narrowing. He said something, something you couldn't understand, and Larry replied in conversation. You attempted to hide a little further behind Larry's shoulder, but the nightguard stepped to the side and revealed you in your entirety.

You froze, then tucked your hands behind your back, straightening your posture.

"So, you are new," the Pharaoh said, lifting his chin in your direction.

You perked up. He knew your language.

"Yes, I am. You know how to speak Arabic?"

"I know many languages, fortunately for Larry," he said with a teasing lilt, glancing to Larry. "He says you don't know your name. Is that true?"

"I suppose so," you said quietly. "Do you know why that is?"

"I believe I do, if you'll lend me the time to explain," he said, offering a hand. You slowly, reluctantly, took it. "I am the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah, from many thousands of years before your time. And you are from some thousand years before this time."

He proceeded to explain the magic of his tablet, which you would've never believed without having been a product of it yourself––something which took you a long while to realize and come to terms with. Though, perhaps, you might've understood faster and more thoroughly if you had been paying attention. Instead, most of your mind was caught up in staring at Ahkmenrah and absorbing his beauty.

"The tablet was – was…" Ahk paused, his face flushing as he glanced between you and the tablet on the wall. "… was, um, constructed by my," he cleared his throat, "father… millenia ago."

You stared.

"It is, um, powered by Iah, the moon, which - which is why…" he chuckled weakly, eyes shining, "… why it only, uh, activates during the night."

Beside you, Larry crossed his arms, a soft huff leaving his chest. You continued to stare.

"Do you… have any questions?" He asked, tugging at his bejewelled collar.

"I don't think so," you said slowly.

"Well, um, if you do," he said, stepping forward and placing a hand on your back to guide you down the hall, "I better answer them tomorrow night. The sun will rise soon, and it is best if we all return to our places. Otherwise the general populace will discover our nature and I am sure it would be better kept a secret. People tend to become scared when confronted with that which they do not understand. Yes?"

You nodded vaguely, still looking up at him. He glanced down at you, his face still darkened by a warm blush, and immediately looked up ahead once more, avoiding your pointed gaze.

Larry led you the rest of your way back to your exhibit, which was filled with inner architecture and room design of the typical Islamic household of your time. You stepped back up into your place, smoothed down your many layers of clothing, and faded back out of living.

During the nights, you occupied your time by watching the Pharaoh. Few others knew how to speak to you, and try as Larry might to learn Arabic, his pronunciation was poor at best and his understanding rather weak. Your own English was coming along slowly. Yet despite the fact that Ahk was one of the only people you could communicate with, you found it difficult to interact with him. Most thought escaped your mind and you found yourself entranced by the majesty with which he held himself, even if it was dampened by his nervous blushing. You relinquished yourself to watching from afar.

You sighed, legs dangling over the edge of the balcony as you watched the party on the floor below. Ahk was an identifiable streak of gold amongst the costumes and exhibits, and Larry, the opposite of him who blended in, stood beside him. They were conversing quietly, with muted hand gestures as they stood to the side of the action.

Then, between words, Larry pointed up at you.

Your eyes widened and you quickly withdrew your legs from between the bannister poles, stood, and hurried away.

Your exhibit was rather small; just a single presentation in a hall detailing middle eastern culture. Out of all the artefacts on display, you were the only one to animate at night, which made the hall a rather lonely and silent one. You sat on your low couch, far more ornate than you figured you deserved as a nameless thing, and stared at your hands.

It was inappropriate, your behaviour––gawking after someone. Your emotions on the matter were beyond confusing. Traditionally, being Muslim, your curiosity in the Pharaoh could not extend beyond scholastic. After all, he was a polytheist. But his Gods were real, just as real as your God. His Gods brought you to life. You wondered as you stared blankly down if a blank, nameless wax doll could even have a religion.

At least Ahkmenrah was a real person.

Quiet footsteps began to echo, swirling round the empty halls and growing slowly louder. You noticed it faintly and hoped you blended in to the intricately woven carpets and carved wood facades.

Alas, the footsteps stopped in front of you, and as you looked up you found the Pharaoh standing in front of you, his hands folded neatly in front of him.

"May I join you?" He asked, gesturing to the raised platform.

You nodded. He smiled in return, and took a seat beside you.

"Your exhibit is much nicer than mine. Well-made furniture… though it is as quiet as mine," he said, chuckling softly.

You shrugged, tucking your hands between your knees.

"Yours is nice," you said quietly.

He nodded vaguely, and the two of you stewed in an awkward silence for a moment. Ahk's eyes wandered about, then finally settled on you, long eyelashes accentuating his makeup.

"How are you enjoying your time here?" He asked, turning towards you. "You've kept mostly to yourself."

"Well, there's not much to say to most people," you mumbled. "They do try, which is nice. But it's not the same. And I feel… different to the others."

"Different?" He repeated. "How is that?"

"I have a vague idea of my culture, but no actual memories. I know you and Larry gave me a name but it's not even from my own culture," you said. "So… it doesn't have anything to do with the others. Just my own troubles."

"I'm afraid I don't know many Persian names. I… had hoped the name I chose would be suitable," he said.

You couldn't help the smile on your face, as bashful as it was. A blush crept up your cheeks. You had no idea what the name meant, but the fact that he had taken the time to name you something––that your only identity was related to him––fuelled something warm and comforting within you.

"It's a nice name," you said, "even if I do not know what it means."

"Um, well…" he trailed off, his face growing ever redder, "it's… rather embarrassing, actually."

He lowered his head, scratching at the back of his neck subtly. You quirked your head to the side.

"You gave me an embarrassing name?" You asked, raising a brow.

"No, not at all," he said quickly, meeting your eye. "I suppose it's really only embarrassing for me that I am the one who gave you the name, because it is… it is a rather sentimental name."

"Sentimental?" You chuckled. "What do you mean by that?"

He fell silent, his mouth opening and closing as he seemed to debate whether or not to tell you. His eyes darted here and there, but eventually settled on you, and as his hands gripped his skirt tightly he offered you a diffident smile.

"Well, Meri… if you do truly wish to know… your name means 'love', in my language."

Your eyes widened as slowly as your realization. Ahkmenrah, unfortunately not privy to your thoughts, melted in his seat and began to stammer some excuse.

"I didn't mean it in any – any bad way, which is to say, I wanted you to feel welcome, and you…"

He pursed his lips, sucking in a sharp breath.

"… you have so much love in your eyes," he finally said, his voice quiet and diminutive.

You had thought just a minute ago that you couldn't get any warmer––that you had reached the full extent of your embarrassment, absorbed wholly in your own flustered cocoon of thoughts. You hadn't imagined your admiration of him was so overwhelming so as to be visible. When you finally recognized the sensations in your body once more, you realized your mouth was hanging open.

"I hope I haven't offended you," he said quietly.

"No, not at all," you said, reaching forward to place a hand on his. "Actually, I was hoping I didn't disturb you with my, um.. staring."

"Not at all," he replied with a smile, intertwining your fingers with his. "I find it quite endearing. Even as a Pharaoh, though being much admired, none would dare gaze upon me with such obvious… well, adoration. It's something I enjoy about being in this time. Less fear of expression."

You nodded and hummed, your smile sweet on your lips.

"So you don't mind it then?" You asked, looking up with glowing eyes.

"I would prefer you talk to me rather than just stare, but… I suppose… even desiring your company in greater intimacy… I could 'make do' with watching you from afar in return," he said, a coy smile on his face.

You blushed, looking down at your hands together on his lap.

"I will… do my best to talk to you more," you said.

"I appreciate the effort, my love," he said, and lifted your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your palm.

[akirathedramaqueen]

The bias is not always conscious

And that's the case with Stolas. That's it, that's basically the post, so you can count it as your tl;dr, but let me elaborate. :)

(A little gratitude note! Sorry @tealvenetianmask, I failed being concise here, but I thank you for encouraging me to put it all together :3 I also thank you for our conversations about Stolas and about museums in particular which heavily contributed to it)

I think there's some misunderstanding when people get offended by the suggestion that Stolas acts classist/racist. It seems that people assume we’re implying he is malicious and intentional with it, but the actual problem is that he doesn't think.

S2EP2, Seeing Stars, 1:29

The problematic behavior we're discussing is reflexive and internalized. Stolas was raised in an environment where the lower demon class is looked down upon, and while he believes he expresses nothing but deep respect for Blitzø and treats him as an equal…

Goodnight, Blitzø. S1EP7, Ozzie's, 14:50

And while you can see from this bow that this intention is sincere, which is both wonderful and fascinating—he preserved this profound gesture ever since he was a kid, despite being actively discouraged from doing so!...

[Stolas]: I'm Stolas! It's nice... Ouch! [Paimon]: Don't bow to that one! He bows to us! Idiot! S2EP1, The Circus, 7:40

He was still raised in privilege and influenced by the narratives around him. For him, it's acceptable because that's what he was taught is fine. It's part of his everyday speech, and he never actually asks Blitzø, or anyone else, how they feel about the literally belittling nicknames (like literally—do you notice how often he uses the word "little" when referring to imps?).

I mean... there's a lot, okay? I'm just going to pull out some examples off the top of my head. All of them are from Season 1, and I'll explain why later.

I was hoping you brave little imps would accompany us! S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 5:15

Ugh, that's better... Where's Blitzy? He's my knight in shining armor, not you, littler ones! S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 13:22

And it [grimoire] isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty imps like yourself. S1EP5, The Harvest Moon Festival, 0:30

Greetings, tiny Wrath Ring imps! S1EP5, The Harvest Moon Festival, 8:22

[Stolas, in the background]: Who dares threaten my little impish plaything? S1EP6, Truth Seekers, 18:20

How the fuck did you get caught by humans? Are you little creatures not being careful up here? S1EP6, Truth Seekers, 19:38

He also takes pride in being part of Ars Goetia. That pride seeps into his mind whether he wants it to or not. He lives in a huge palace, never worries about money, can arrange a seat in a club that’s always booked out, and gets admitted to a hospital immediately, while hellhounds wait five years for a Hellbies shot.

Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know. S1EP2, Loo Loo Land, 4:39

Most of these examples come from Season 1 because, after the disastrous Ozzie’s date, Stolas begins to unconsciously cut back on this language. He seems to sense that something is wrong, though he doesn’t fully understand why. However, he is acutely aware of the problems with the transaction and the unfair dynamics it creates, and he is serious about putting Blitzø on equal ground by providing him with the means to run his business independently of Stolas.

And still, he maintains full control over the conversation during the Full Moon meeting, immediately dismisses Blitzø after one mistake, and throws him out. He continues to impose his narrative on Blitzø and…

I don't look down on you! How many times do I— When have I ever?! S2EP9, Apology Tour, 2:45

When have you ever indeed, Stolas? You literally look down on Blitzø saying that. This moment illustrates the problem clearly. He isn’t lying when he says he doesn’t look down on Blitzø because he genuinely believes he doesn’t.

Despite all said, Stolas is making a tremendous effort and is progressing, and he is far ahead of Stella, who is openly classist/racist and very conscious of her biases. So I believe—no, I know—he will get there one day. But not today.

This is something I take quite seriously, and I think people need to understand how dangerous this subtlety can be, as it happens all the time in real life too.

How often do you ask yourself why medical research groups are predominantly represented by white, cis, upper-middle-class males, and how this affects the efficiency of treatments suggested in these studies for everyone else—women, people of color, non-binary folks, and those who struggle financially?

How often do you visit museums and see art created by wealthy aristocrats who defined what constitutes 'fine art,' while 'folk art'—often created by marginalized communities—is overlooked and lost to time?

I could elaborate further on how deep and cruel this bias is, but I’ll stop here. I just ask you to consider why you might get offended when someone points out Stolas's subtle bigotry and why you might downplay it compared to the loud, aggressive Blitzø, whose anger and avoidant issues are obvious.

Just sit with it.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Manners

A/N: So I saw something in a museum when I was on holiday about curtseying and then like the weirdo I am my brain turned that into a fic. Enjoy!

Pairing: 73!Elvis x wife!reader

Word count: 2.4K

TWs: Reader calls Elvis Daddy and Sir, sub/dom themes, Elvis is teacherish, the cane makes an appearance, praise kink, Elvis talks reader through it, smut including a bit of a rough blowjob.

You stand nervously in front of him, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You know he doesn't like it when you fiddle but you can't help it. He's been sitting on the couch, reading and ignoring you ever since he called you into the room what has to be at least five minutes ago, although it seems like twenty, and it's making you feel kinda awkward. Part of you wants to mumble your excuses and go back to what you were doing, but the rest knows that wouldn't be a good idea. He did call you in after all, so he must want something. You've always struggled to stand still though, no matter how hard you try, shifting your weight from foot to foot as your fingers caress the very edge of your dress. Impatient, that's what he always calls you. An impatient little girl. But you can't help it if waiting in silence for him to finish reading an unknowable amount of book is boring. You hate being bored. It baffles you how often he subjects you to it, actually. Considering you're absolutely certain that you mentioned it at least ten times. 

“Baby, ya've gotta stand still. Yer causin’ a distraction.”

He hasn't even looked up, his eyes still fixed on the page. Or you think they are anyway, the shades make it hard to tell. You're sure this head hasn't moved though. 

You bite your lip, hard, and let go of your dress. “Yes, Daddy,” you reply, trying to use the sharp pang of pain to focus your mind. You can stand there without shuffling. It's got to be possible. Those guards at Buckingham Palace don't move for hours, so a little girl from Kentucky should be able to manage a few minutes. 

After what genuinely seems like forever, he closes his book, sets it to one side and moves his attention to you. You can feel yourself colouring as he looks you up and down, studying every inch of you. It goes on for far too long, and you start to worry about your hair and whether the humidity has made it frizzy, and then whether your dress has creases from where you've bunched it up to get it out of the way when you were scrubbing the floor earlier. Maybe your eyeliner is smudged, the bow in your hair is crooked, your nail polish is chipped. A million worries go through your head as he continues his silent observations. You wipe your slightly sweaty palms on your skirt and toss your head a little in the hopes of rearranging your hair. He chuckles. 

“Can't keep still, can ya? Impatient lil thing.”

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you wet your lips with your tongue as you try to endure the intensity of his gaze without any more shuffling about. 

“Sorry, Daddy.”

Looking down, your eyes alight on his black boots, shining from the polish you'd given them the other day. The memory of the way you'd done it makes your cheeks burn with shame, it's certainly not how your mother had taught you to polish shoes, and you briefly wonder what she'd think if she knew what your life was really like here. Just a nice country girl, thinking her daughter had married well, into fame and fortune and the Presley family. Having no idea the sorts of things he asked you to do on a daily basis. The sorts of things you enjoyed doing. 

“Baby, I've been readin’ somethin’ that might interest ya.”

His smooth baritone interrupts your thoughts and your head whips up, eyes meeting the shadow of his behind the shades. 

“Really?” 

Another low chuckle. “Really. Book ‘bout manners.”

You look at him, wide-eyed, as he continues. 

“Young ladies used ta curtsey fer their masters.”

Your stomach drops at the word master, and you can feel tingling between your legs. 

“They did?” You breathe. 

A grin spreads lazily across his face. “They sure did, honey. Thought ya might like ta learn how.” He's leaning back against the couch in that self-assured way he has, hands resting on his spread thighs. 

“Yessir,” you reply, sensing the slight change in atmosphere. 

His grin gets somehow wider at the use of the honorific, and he opens the book back to the page he’d just been looking at, holding it up for you to see. 

“Alright then. Feet out ta the sides like this, baby.” Tapping the picture in the middle of the page with his index finger. 

You shift your feet out as far as you can, then put your hands behind your back as he tells you. He nods his approval, reaching for his cane, which you somehow hadn’t noticed had been propped up against the couch this whole time. You’d been too busy looking at him. You might’ve been bored, but his attention was all you wanted.

“Bend yer knees,” he continues, tapping one with the end of the cane. “That’s it. Keep bendin’ ‘em honey. Keep goin’. Very nice. Now straighten up again.”

You do as you’re told, springing back to an upright position with your legs straight. His teeth seem to gleam as he grins again. 

“Very good. Again.”

You weren’t really expecting to have to do it again, but you repeat the movement as he gets up from the couch to stand in front of you, watching you bob down and back up. 

“Don’t stop, honey.”

Slightly flustered, you curtsey again, trying not to move your head to follow him as he starts to walk around you, looking at you from all angles. 

“Straighten up, honey.” A tap to your lower back with the head of the cane. “Keep yer chin up.” His fingers under your chin, pushing firmly. “No stickin’ that lil bottom of yours out, now. Keep goin’ straight up an’ down.” He taps your ass with the cane, just hard enough to make you flinch. To make you remember other times he’s tapped you not quite so lightly. 

Your quads are starting to ache from the movement, and you feel the start of sweat beading on your brow too. His warm breath on the back of your neck as he talks you through what he wants you to do, praising you when you’re getting it right, the smell of him… it’s driving you crazy, wanting his lips pressed up against yours, his tongue in your mouth. You feel something hard nudge your hip as he leans closer, whispering that you should be looking straight ahead as you dip down for what seems like the hundredth time. A sharp little exhale gives away your discomfort and he smiles to himself as he asks you for just one more, one more perfect one for Daddy. 

“Yessir.” Your voice is hoarse, lust-filled. 

“Oh that’s my good girl,” he coos. “Ya can stop now.”

Your legs tremble as you stand there, watching him move back to the couch, his legs splayed and his obvious hard-on on display for you. The idea that you’ve got him so excited makes you giddy. 

“Well, I think ya got it down, baby,” he tells you, with a wink as he removes his shades. “Think ya deserve a reward. Whaddya want?”

You can barely tear your eyes away from that big bulge in his pants and you can’t think of anything else but how much you want his dick in your mouth right now. 

“Can I suck you?” 

He blinks, that’s not the answer he was expecting at all, but surprise is soon followed by delight. What a good girl you are. “Such a fuckin’ good girl,” he murmurs, undoing his belt. “So good fer me.” He gestures for you to kneel between his legs. “Don’t deserve ya, baby.” Unzipping his pants and freeing his aching dick. “C’mere.”

You shuffle closer, opening your mouth obediently, feeling it water at the sight of him. He gently eases the tip between your lips, pumping it slowly as you run your tongue around the head, enjoying the sound of him moaning softly. As you start to take more of him, you look up to see him reaching for a cigar and lighting it, taking a long drag. His hand cups your cheek and he softly encourages you until his whole dick has disappeared inside your mouth, puffs of cigar smoke enveloping you both. His fingers continue to caress your cheek, murmurs of praise and encouragement falling from his lips as he grips the cigar between his teeth and adds his other hand to your face, holding you oh-so-gently while his hips start to thrust upwards, the end of his dick nudging the back of your throat and making you gag. 

Your eyes water, and feeling your stomach clench you shift to get a better angle, one that gives him a clearer route to fuck your throat, hands demurely resting behind your back. Groaning at the sight of you and the feeling of tightness all around him, his fingers knit into your hair, hips snapping now, trying to hold back so as to avoid hurting his princess, but failing a little more with every movement. 

“Yer so goddamn perfect, baby,” he mumbles around the cigar, still trapped between his teeth. “Gonna cum right in that perfect little mouth a yours.”

Your watery eyes look up at him, lost in pleasure, you can tell he’s only a few strokes away from completion. You love watching him like this, out of control because of you. The final thrust forces him further down your throat than he’s ever been before, and you cough and your eyes stream, but you swallow it all down anyway. You don’t want to waste a single drop. 

“Lemme see,” he instructs, lazily, putting the cigar into the ashtray as you pull off him, saliva trailing out of your mouth. He grins as you stick your tongue out to show him you’ve swallowed. “Good girl.” Putting himself away with trembling hands, he pats his thighs. “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

You wipe your wet lips with the back of your hand and shakily get up off your knees, letting him help you sit sideways in his lap. One arm is around your body, holding you to him, as the other runs up your leg, feeling the bumps on your skin from kneeling on the carpet for so long. 

“So good ta me,” he murmurs, kissing your face, then your lips. 

You moan into the kiss, the place between your legs is so hot and swollen and so needy for him. His big arms make you feel safe and warm and that rich, woody smell that surrounds him makes you melt into his kisses. His hand carries on its journey, sliding under your skirt now, the coldness of his rings and the roughness of his palms just adding to the sensations. 

“Not even askin’ fer anything, after bein’ so good,” he coos, fingers deftly moving your panties to the side. “Can’t leave yer pussy like this though, can we?”

His fingers slide through the slickness he finds between your legs, making it very hard to think, let alone speak. 

“Hm?” He encourages, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his nose tickling the end of yours. 

“N-no Sir…” you finally manage. 

He smiles. “She’s all wantin’ an’ needy…” he slides his fingers down to your entrance. “Can’t leave her like that… all empty…” he pushes one finger in, and then another quickly follows. You gasp. “Not after all ya’ve done fer me.” His thumb brushes your clit as he starts to pump his fingers in and out, lubricated by your arousal, his eyes flicking over your face to watch your reaction. You whimper at the feeling, pushing your face into his chest. “Pretty, selfless little girl didn’t even ask ta cum… so goddamn patient…” he whispers in your ear, fingers still working you in the way he knows will make you come undone. “Best girl I ever had…” he continues, praise so intense it’s making you blush, pleasure filling your body. It feels like he’s holding you right on the edge of orgasm and it’s starting to make you crazy. 

“Uhhhhh.” Muffled into his shirt.

You hear that tell-tale low chuckle of his at the noise you just made, knowing he’s fucking you stupid only using his fingers, knowing he doesn’t need anything else. Sometimes you think he could make you cum just by talking to you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, back to encouragement again, feather-light kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, pressed into your hair. “Cum all over Daddy’s hand. You can do it. Fer me. Reward fer bein’ so patient…”

You feel it start to build then, his fingers brushing against that place inside of you as he increases the pressure with his thumb. All those years of guitar playing… people said he wasn’t any good, could only do basic rhythm parts, but he’s playing you like a damn virtuoso… your attempts at being demure fly completely out of the window when it finally hits, fingers grasping desperately at his shirt, head tipped back, back arching as you moan low and dirty, looking like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“Yes… fuck…” he mutters, holding you as he gently finger-fucks you through it until you’re flopped against him, breathing heavily. 

Watching you as you lean your head on his chest, eyes closed, your make-up a mess from the blowjob earlier and your breasts heaving, he wants to hold you like this and never let you go. He slides his fingers out and presses a kiss to your temple. Gradually you start to come back down to earth, eyelashes fluttering as you open your eyes to see him watching you. His cute, lopsided smile makes you smile too, a hand reaching to touch his cheek. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you tell him. 

“You deserve it, baby.”

Still smiling, you feel warmth spreading through you at his words. And then you remember what you were doing earlier.

“Though I should probably curtsey, shouldn’t I?” You giggle.

Elvis chuckles too. “Ya should. But I won’t make ya.” 

Giggling together, you nestle closer into him, and he picks up his book again, flicking through a few pages ahead and then moving so you can see. The next chapter is called "the Texas dip” and there’s a photo of a girl doing it. Her arms are out to the side and one of her legs is bent behind the other. She’s bent over so far at the waist that her head is almost on the floor. You giggle. It looks kind of ridiculous. 

“Whatchu gigglin’ for?” Elvis teases, elbowing you playfully in the side. “This is tomorrow’s lesson, little girl.”

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The politician's daughter (3)

Main characters: James Beaufort x reader Genre: fanfiction, fluff, TV show  Word count: 2973 Requested by: @marjoriesemente

Summary: What will happen when you put the rich against the rich and suffer the one in between?

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“Wait!” James said when he saw a maid walking up the front door. The woman stopped walking and looked questionable at James. “I will get this. It’s okay,” he smiled and jogged to the front door. Through the glass, he saw Y/N stepping out of a car, looking bewildered as she glanced around. Her eyes met his, and she raised an eyebrow in surprise. James opened the door. “Hey, welcome,” he said and stepped inside. 

“Hi,” Y/N replied and stepped inside. “Long time no see,” she smirked, looking around the hall. 

“How have you been?” James went along. “We need to catch up, I suppose.” He squinted his eyes, but cheekily smiled. He invited her to the living room. 

“Hmm-hmm,” she hummed and playfully gave him a nudge. She stopped walking when they stood in the living room. “Holy shi…” Y/N mumbled and turned around to have a complete look at the living room and entrance. “This is like Buckingham Palace. At least, that's what I think it looks like,” she added. “Or Windsor Castle. A royal residence.”

His eyes were resting on her face. A grin came on his face. “That is… too much?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

Y/N turned around and rolled her eyes. “Not everyone is that rich. It’s a compliment, though.”

James chuckled. "I'll take it as one," he said, uncrossing his arms and motioning for her to follow him. "Come on, let’s get started on that project.”James led Y/N through the grand corridors of his home, their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors. They paused in the kitchen, where the gleam of stainless steel appliances contrasted with the warm wooden cabinetry. James grabbed a couple of bottles of sparkling water and a plate of assorted snacks.

"You have people who work here, right?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"That's right," James replied cautiously, unsure of her reaction.

An impressed look crossed her face. "Hah," she mumbled. "Just interested." They resumed their walk, heading up the sweeping staircase, Y/N's eyes darting around, taking in every detail; the intricate railings, the family portraits lining the walls, the luxurious carpet beneath their feet. "It's like walking through a museum," she remarked, her voice a mix of awe and amusement. “Sorry, I am just impressed.”

“I noticed,” he smiled. 

They reached the first floor and entered a room: James’s bedroom. The room was spacious, with large windows allowing natural light to flood. Y/N placed her bag against the enormous wooden desk across from his bed. This room smelled like him. A small smile came on her face. 

James set the snacks and drinks on the desk and motioned for Y/N to take a seat. "Alright, let's dive back into the project.”

They settled in, opening their laptops and notebooks. Their ideas flowed more freely as they brainstormed, the initial awkwardness dissipating. They discussed their concept for ‘Sub Coffee’ in detail, planning the marketing strategies, target demographics, and potential partnerships. At some point, they were designing the logo and deciding their corporate identity. They moved from the desk to the floor, laying out some designs and ideas. Y/N was sitting against his bed, and James was lying on his side next to her. 

“I don’t see it anymore,” Y/N mumbled and threw her notebook next to her. “You picked out a logo.” She sighed and let her head lean on the bed. 

James, lying on his side, propped his head up with one hand and glanced at the scattered designs. He picked up one of the logos they’d sketched. “How about this one? Simple, clean, and it gets the point across.”

Y/N lifted her head and looked at the design he was holding. “It’s decent,” she admitted, a small smile on her lips. “Maybe we could refine it and add some colour or texture.”

James nodded. “Yeah, that could work. But it’s not wow.”

“We need that wow factor.”

At that moment, there were three knocks on the door. The door flew open, and Lydia stepped into the room. “James…” She didn’t know he had someone over. Especially not the politician’s daughter. “Oh.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Lydia.”

A warm smile came on Y/N’s face. “Hey.”

Lydia’s eyes shot from James to Y/N, and back to James. It was a weird couple to see together, and she had no idea what it meant. She blinked several times, clearly trying to process the scene before her. “Hey, Y/N,” she said, her voice tinged with curiosity. “I didn’t know you were here.” It wasn’t like Lydia didn’t like Y/N, but Y/N was an attention seeker. She had a name. She was in the middle. It was kinda like there was a battle going on between them: Y/L/N versus Beaufort. 

James sat up. “We’re working on a project.”

“The company project?”

“Yes.” 

“The deadline was Friday evening,” Lydia mentioned. 

Y/N’s smile dropped, and her eyes shot to James. James’ jaw dropped, and he looked at Y/N. 

“But the presentations are tomorrow,” James said while looking at Y/N. The corners of his lips curled up, mirroring Y/N’s smile. 

Lydia nodded slowly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “Yes, but the deadline to submit everything was Friday evening. I guess you two missed it?”

The two on the floor began to laugh about their failed planning. 

“Y/N is new at school. They probably will condone it this time,” James confidently said. 

“Yes, but James is not new. Be prepared for the worst,” Lydia smiled. “Anyway, I am going to the golf club. See you later. And good luck,” she said and walked away. 

Y/N and James exchanged a glance, their laughter subsiding as the reality of their situation set in. "We really messed up," Y/N said, a mix of amusement and frustration in her voice.

James shook his head, still smiling. "We'll figure it out. We have to.”

Just seconds after Lydia left, the door opened again. This time it was a maid. Y/N eyes shot to James, not knowing how to act. James showed an emotionless smile. It was shocking to Y/N how quickly James could switch between his own personality and a business personality. Or his act. 

“Mary,” he greeted the young girl. 

Y/N wondered how old she was. Maybe their age. How did she end up here? 

“Mr Beaufort, Miss Y/L/N,” the girl nodded. “Mr Y/L/N has arrived and is here to pick up Miss Y/L/N.” 

A thin line appeared between Y/N’s eyebrows, and she looked confused. “My father?” How did he know that she was here? She didn’t tell her mum or brother about it. “How… What… Huh?” 

“He is waiting in the car for you,” the maid mentioned. 

“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” Y/N politely smiled. The maid left the room. “What is my father doing here? I wasn’t supposed to see him for another week. And now he has time?” Y/N mumbled to herself and sighed. She looked at James, who didn’t answer her rhetorical questions. “I am afraid we must finish it alone, at home.”

“Sure, that’s not an issue. We’re almost done anyway. Only the corporate identity. I will work on it and send it to you,” he offered. 

“Really?” 

He nodded. “You were the brain behind all of this. Now it’s my turn to put it on paper.”

Was this the same James Beaufort I met last week? A grateful smile came on her face. “Thanks.” She got up and collected her own stuff. “Do you take everything with you to school tomorrow? Or do I need to bring something, too?” 

“I’ve got it covered,” he said, his tone reassuring. “Just bring yourself. We’ll nail this presentation.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and curiosity. “Okay, thanks, James. I appreciate it.”

James gave her a small smile. “No problem. See you tomorrow.”

Y/N turned to leave but hesitated momentarily, glancing back at him. “You know, you’re not as much of an asshole as I thought.”

James chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Thanks, I guess.” He was holding some papers in his hands. “You are not as much of a bitch as I thought.” 

An amusing smile came on her face, and she shook her head. As Y/N went downstairs, her mind was a whirl of thoughts. She still couldn’t quite wrap her head around that her father was here, unannounced. The maid’s announcement had thrown her off balance, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

* * *

The following day, Y/N arrived in a sleek black car at school, and the family chauffeur opened the door for her. She stepped out with an air of confidence and a stern expression. Dressed in a tailored blazer and heels, her demeanour was unmistakably authoritative. She thanked the chauffeur with a curt nod and walked towards the school entrance.

As she moved through the hallways, students parted to make way for her, sensing the change in her presence. Her eyes were focused straight ahead, ignoring the whispers and glances that followed her. She rounded a corner and nearly bumped into James, who was on his way to class.

A soft smile came on his face. “Y/N,” he said. “Good morning. Are you ready for the presentation?”

Y/N avoided his eyes without breaking stride, but her expression was cold and distant. “Excuse me,” she said icily, not acknowledging his question. She brushed past him and continued down the hall.

James stood there, momentarily stunned by her demeanour. The warmth and fun they had shared while working on the project seemed to have changed overnight. Confused, he watched her retreating figure, trying to make sense of the sudden change. He turned to his friends, who all looked impressed and bewildered. Cyril somehow looked amused. James raised his arms and looked as confused as them. 

Y/N entered the classroom, her posture straight and her face set in a mask of willpower. She sat and began setting up her materials for the presentation, her movements precise and deliberate. James entered shortly after, his expression still reflecting the shock of their brief encounter. He placed beside her, trying to focus on the task at hand.

The class settled in, and the teacher called for the presentations to begin. Y/N and James were first. They stood at the front of the class, their professional demeanour masking any personal tension. The synergy they had developed while working on the project was evident as they went through their slides. Their presentation was polished, and their ideas were well-articulated. Despite the cold shoulder, Y/N had given James earlier, their professional collaboration was flawless.

When they finished, the class erupted in applause. The teacher nodded approvingly. “Excellent work, both of you. Your proposal is innovative and well-thought-out. You’ve set a high bar for the rest of the class. However, you did not upload your documents on time. An explanation?”

“Regrettably, we experienced a delay in uploading the documents due to unforeseen challenges in delivering the results at that time,” James answered. "Y/N was unfamiliar with the process as it was her first time working on this project.”

“My apologies for that,” Y/N went along. 

The teacher nodded slowly. “Since it is your first project and your third week at this school, it’s fine for now. But the next time, there will be consequences.”

Y/N and James returned to their seats, the tension between them palpable. James couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had hoped that the presentation would help bridge the gap that had suddenly appeared between them.

As the class moved on to the next presentation, James leaned over to Y/N and whispered, “What happened? Why are you acting like this?”

Y/N kept looking in front of her, her expression unreadable. “It’s nothing, James. Let’s just focus on the project.”

He nodded slowly, knowing that pressing her further would be pointless. Business partners… James changed the look on his face to authoritative. She wanted to be a business partner, and then they would be business partners and nothing more. 

As the day went on, James resolved to find out what had caused the shift and, if possible, to mend whatever had gone wrong. He opened up to her, and they shared some jokes and laughed a lot. She took advantage of his weakness. There was a reason why James was extremely selective about picking his friends or partners. He let go of that once, and he was shown the exact reason why he was that selective. 

The day's last class ended, and Y/N was the first to leave the classroom, even leaving Amelia behind. James quickly grabbed his stuff and followed Y/N. He had to talk properly to her. He quickened his pace and grabbed her arm when he was close enough. “Don’t,” he mumbled, and she was trying to snatch her arm back. James led her to an empty classroom and closed the door behind him. “What was that?” 

Y/N sighed, walked to a table, and sat down. She crossed her legs. Her face straightened, not looking forward to talking to him. “What was what?” 

James took a deep breath, trying to control his frustration. “You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Yesterday, we were working together just fine. We had a good time, even. Then today, you act like I don’t exist and give me the cold shoulder. What’s going on?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her expression remaining impassive. “James, don’t make a big deal out of this. We finished our project. It’s done. That’s all there is to it.”

“So… You used me.”

“I did not use you.” 

“Hah,” he breathed and nodded. He stepped to her, noticing she didn’t care to look him in the eyes. “Why…” The word sounded harsh between his lips because he didn’t understand her behaviour. He saw her eyes flutter because of his town. “Why are you ignoring me then? Acting like I’m your business partner that you can’t stand but must work together.” James kept looking at her; her eyes had a mixture of frustration and something else he couldn't quite place. Yet she still wouldn’t look at him. 

“James, it’s not like that,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” James challenged, stepping even closer. “I want to understand.”

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms defensively. “Because it’s easier this way. It’s easier to keep you at a distance. Yesterday was… it was a mistake.”

James shook his head, a pained expression on his face. “So you’re just going to shut me out? Pretend like we didn’t connect?”

“We didn’t connect,” Y/N said sharply. “We worked on a project. That’s all it was.”

“That’s not true,” James insisted. “We talked. We laughed. I saw a side of you that you don’t show to anyone else. And now you’re acting like it never happened.”

Y/N looked away, her jaw tightening. “Because it can’t happen, James. My life is complicated. I don’t have room for...”

“For what? For friends?” James interrupted; his voice was harsh.

For a moment, she broke character. Her eyes softened, and her shoulders hung low. She looked down, hoping she could blink the forming tears away. “I am not allowed to be friends with you,” she whispered. “Not even be project partners.” She slowly looked up. And for the first time today, their gaze met. 

“What do you mean?” James’ eyes shot from her right to left eye. The entire time, it was an act. And he fell for it. “How are we not allowed to be even project partners?” 

She was fighting between her own emotions and her father’s values. “Because of your scandals,” she mouthed. “I can’t be seen by you because it will damage my father’s reputation.” The words rolled over her lips like her father instructed her to. It wasn’t her words. 

James’ lips parted. “What?” He stepped a few steps back. “But your father literally wears our suits and compliments them during a public appearance. He is a loyal customer of Beaufort. He is literally wearing Beaufort, he is Beaufort.”

Even her father prepared her for this sentence. Her lip started to tremble, and her blood was boiling and freezing simultaneously. She sniffed. “I don’t want to do this, James,” she said, not following the script. “But I have to pick my father’s side-“

“Sure. No problem. It was a nice project, Y/N. Hopefully, we will get a good grade because I will never work with you again. Good afternoon.” 

James turned on his heel and stormed out of the classroom, leaving Y/N standing there, feeling a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She wanted to call out to him, explain, and apologise, but the words caught in her throat. Every word she said didn’t make sense to her, and it was a mess. She had betrayed James and herself, all to be forced to protect her father's reputation.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she realised the depth of the mess she had created. She had lost a friend, maybe even more than that, all because she was forced to be loyal to her father. It was either that or her life would be ruined. 

Money is power, and power is ego; ego is arrogance—even when it comes to your own family. 

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[hwangsbabygurl]

Prince!Hyunjin x maid reader (lots of smut)

Contains : oral (m/f), inexperienced reader, reader is really cute, forbidden romance, slight slight dacryphilia, Hyunjin kinda tricks the reader but he’s actually really sweet, unprotected sex, fluff, a bit of angst

Plot : prince Hyunjin’s usual chamber maid is on leave…

Sunday

"My lord, may I come in" your knuckles knocked against the hard, wooden door of the Prince's chambers, waiting for him to answer.

"Um, yeah- yes. Of course" you heard.

You reached for the door knob when the door flew open revealing none other than Prince Hyunjin.

You were a rather new maid in the palace. He had seen you a few times before but never had you interacted with him like this. You had never even spoken to him.

"My lord" you bowed, staring at your feet, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"I'll need you to make haste, it's almost bath time and Mrs Nam should be arriving anytime soon" He told you, leaning against the doorway.

Mrs Nam was the old maid who usually gave the Prince his bath. How were you to tell him that you were replacing her out of nowhere?

"Um.. Mrs Nam won't be coming. She's occupied with some family issues." You muttered, earning an eyebrow raise from the taller male who waited for you to finish what you had to say.

"I.. um, I shall be taking over  her duties for the next two weeks until she comes back from Daegu" you told him.

He simply nodded, moving away from the doorway to let you in.

Hesitantly, you stepped into the chambers, your heartbeat threatening to beat out of your chest.

You didn't even know which way to go to reach the bathroom. It was after all your first time in the Prince's humongous chamber.

"This way...." he stared, waiting for you to tell him your name. And so you did, managing to complete his sentence without stuttering. You internally gave yourself a clap on the back as you followed him to the bathroom.

Of course you were nervous. Mrs Nam had been doing this for the Prince for three years now, she was accustomed to the job. Not to mention she was about 40 years older than him, and married.

You had never even spoken to him until today, to bathe him was a whole other issue. And the age gap between the two of you, with him being two years older than you, made it all the more nerve wrecking.

And if things couldn't have been worse, the prince was truly a sight to see. He looked as if he'd belonged in a museum. It would have been so much easier had he just been unattractive.

"I'm not sure if you were notified of the schedule. Bath time is usually at 6 everyday except for tuesday and thursdays when I go to the stables, always takes around 10 to 20 minutes so I can get some reading in before supper at 7" He spoke, his fingers toying with the rings on his fingers that he swiftly removed, placing them on the counter.

"Mrs Kang usually comes in a few minutes earlier to set the bath while she's picking up the laundry" he assured you, eyeing the bathtub full of warm water and a few bubbles.

You nodded, not really sure of what else you were to do but that.

You watched as he took off at least two layers of upper body cloths, leaving him in only a white blouse, held together with strings on the top and a few buttons on the bottom.

"Could you help me take this off, mother insisted I wear it today for good luck" he chuckled, referring to the gold chain adorning his neck.

You took a deep breath, moving closer until you were at an appropriate distance, not too far but not too close either, he was the prince afterall.

He turned around as you stood on your tippy toes, your fingers going up to unclasp the lock on his necklace.

Your finger barely grazed the back of his neck before you finished, grabbing hold of the chain and handing it to him.

"Thank you" he placed the chain next to his rings as you rushed to remind him that he had no need thanking you, it was your job after all.

"How old are you again?" He raised an eyebrow, turning to face you as he began untying the knot that held his blouse together.

"I- um, turning 23 next month my lord" you let out, once again staring at the ground to avoid watching him, especially whilst he's undressing.

"You're two years younger than me?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he continued speaking.

"And they let you take on this job?" He looked at you, head tilted, waiting for an answer, one that you didn't know how to give him.

"It's only temporary my lord, for two weeks until Mrs Nam comes back" you muttered.

"Am I making you nervous?" He chuckled. You watched as his shirt fell to the floor, your gaze lifting only long enough to notice the Prince unbuckling his belt, his upper body now bare.

"Um- I-" you cursed at yourself internally for making yourself look pathetic and unable to formulate correct sentences.

"What? Am I intimidating?" He quirked an eyebrow, your gaze remaining focused on the same spot on the ground.

"No- I just-" You tried to explain yourself but had no idea what to say.

"It's alright, I'm just teasing, don't worry" you heard him let out a laugh as his pants fell to the floor.

You immediately turned around, staring at the wall, not risking seeing anything you weren't supposed to see.

He shook his head at your behavior, finding your flustered, nervous state in a way, sort of adorable.

He had never had anyone close to his age assume such a duty, especially one like this that required him to be naked. All his chambermaids have always been much older women.

That's not to say he wasn't used to being with women his age, or having them. In fact, he had had a few of them, three but who's counting, but they were not from the castle, not even from the kingdom.

In all honesty, he only ever made out with the first one, the second one was only good at sex and the third one due to living so far and not being able to see him decided to sleep around, so he had to end that.

In that sense, Hyunjin hadn't really had anyone for about half a year. And in his mind, he knew there would be no way to get anyone from outside the kingdom right now. His schedule was getting more and more busy and he had no time to go to town to pickup any girls.

He rolled his eyes at the thought, dipping his finger in the tub water to check the temperature, before climbing into it.

"You can look now" he signalled, making you turn around to look at him, making eye contact for the first time since the two of you had met.

It only then hit Hyunjin how attractive you really were. He wasn't used to seeing alot of people your skin color except for the occasional royals he'd encounter on his trips abroad.

But you were truly beautiful. You had soft facial features reflecting a certain indescribable innocence that drew Hyunjin in, in addition to a beautiful body that perfectly complimented and completed your entire persona.

Well, he assumed it was a nice body from what he could see of you with your dress on, notably in the chest area. You had a bigger chest than all of the girls he'd been with, that he was certain of.

You watched Hyunjin deep in thought for a while before he spoke up.

"Aren't you going to take yourr dress off?" He asked, making your eyebrows instinctively furrow in confusion.

"Why would I remove my dress?" You had never been told of such a rule.

"In case it gets wet. Mother hates it when anyone wears anything the slightest bit improper. Didn't Mrs Nam tell you?" Hyunjin explained.

Perhaps if he wasn't a prince you could see that he was blatantly lying through his teeth. You simply shook your head no before he spoke up again.

"Mrs. Nam usually bring a dress to change into but I see that you don't have one. You're wearing an underdress I assume?"

You were in fact wearing an underdress, one that looked like a modern day satin nightdress.

"You can just stay in that and put the dress back on when you're done" he shrugged, leaning back against the tub.

He felt a little guilty tricking you on your first day but he couldn't help himself, especially when he knew you'd believe everything he told you.

"Are you sure the queen, I mean your mom, the queen.. um.. are  you sure she'll get mad? Maybe she'll understand this time”.

"I'm not sure mother will bother understanding. Besides, better safe then sorry"

Hyunjin watched you nod before reaching down to the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head, setting it on the table next to the door.

Hyunjin couldn't bother hiding the fact that he was so obviously staring at you. Who wouldn't stare when you were so attractive and wearing but a nightdress not even reaching mid thigh and beautifully displaying your chest.

Hyunjin was right, you did have a bigger chest than the girls he had been with.

But he promised himself not to trick you any more, he only allowed himself this once but just because he so desperately wanted to see what you looked like underneath your green and white dress.

"So..um, what exactly am I supposed to do, my lord?" You asked him.

"You know, you can call me Hyunjin, at least in here" he told you, signalling for you to approach.

You hesitated, then nodded before he began explaining how this usually went, showing you the sponge he usually uses as well as the special soap for his hair that were resting on the built in seat in the tub that you were sure he never used.

You listened carefully to the steps, body first then hair, be careful with the face. You were only to wash the limbs and his back which was a major relief because you couldn't see yourself being able to rub a sponge against his chest or his abs for that matter without probably going crazy.

You had lost about 5 minutes just getting ready and you couldn't lose anymore so you sat next to him, on the edge of the tub, starting with his arms.

Hyunjin started regretting his decision to trick you into removing your dress because the underdress you were wearing allowed him to see certain things he shouldn't given the distance between the two of you, like the outline of your nipples.

You hesitantly reached for his arm, unaware of his gaze on your chest as you focused on your task at hand.

It's when you reached for his other arm, the one closer to the wall and further from where you were that things got complicated as you almost lost your balance, which would have resulted in you falling in the water had the prince not caught you, splashing you in the process but it was better than falling on him in the tub.

Your heart almost beat out of your chest when he held you, for that split second. He was so attractive but also so unavailable and out of your league as a prince.

"I'm so sorry, I swear-" Hyunjin drowned out your voice as you let out a string of apologies, biting hard on his lower lip.

"It's fine, don't worry about it" he told you, eyeing your chest, this time your nipples were more than visible as your top was drenched and sticking to your body.

He was really struggling to control himself, especially when he looked up at you with your tongue stuck out and your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, unaware of the one sided sexual tension.

Meanwhile, despite focusing on your job all you could think about was Hyunjin and the butterflies you were trying your best to chase away.

You looked up at him, making eye contact for a few seconds before continuing what you were doing, moving down to his shoulder resting your free hand on his other shoulder to stabalize yourself.

You bit down on your lip as you could practically feel his hot breath on your side with the proximity between you two.

And you almost choked on air when you suddenly felt his hand on your thigh, startling you as you looked up at him, stopping your movements.

He stared at you, his hand remaining on your thigh, waiting for you to say something. You knew too well that if you wanted to you could've told him to remove his hand but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

He took that as some sort of permission to continue to do whatever he wanted to.

It's not like he was going to make you do anything you didn't want to and if you wanted him to stop, he really would.

In all honesty, the most he was hoping for was a handjob, maybe a heated make out session at this point.

But you, you didn't even know what a makeout session was nevermind a handjob. You just sort of liked having his fingers trailing on your thigh, all the way to the hem of your dress.

"Come here" he instructed for you to bend down and you did, holding onto his shoulders for balance support.

And he wasted no time in crashing his lips into yours. You froze.

"I.. um, I'm sorry" he pulled away after noticing that you were unresponsive to his advances.

"No, don't apologize" You told him, feverishly shaking your head.

"No, I insist, I don't know what came over me and I-" he started, before you cut him off, simply pressing your mouth to his.

"Why aren't you moving then?" He pulled away for a brief moment to ask. Why would you kiss him and then do nothing?

"Am I supposed to?" You asked, confused. Your innocent reaction to a simple kiss making his heartbeat rise. He was your first kiss.

"Is this your first time kissing someone?" He asked knowingly, fighting back a grin. You nodded in response.

"Just follow my lead then" he pulled you closer, once again attaching your lips and you did as he said, followed his lead, his grip on your thighs tightening as his fingers on the other hand played with your hair.

You let out a small whimper when his hand trailed upwards, closer to your heat, shocking you, the noise like music to Hyunjin's ears.

"I really don't think I should be doing this" you managed to force yourself to pull away from Hyunjin's soft, addictive lips.

"Why?" He knew exactly why.

"Because if we get caught, I'll lose my job" you told him.

"We won't get caught, nobody comes in during bath time or during my reading time. We have time" he tried to convince you.

"Even so, you're a Prince. And I-"

"In here, there really isn't anyone to tell us what we can or can't do" he cut you off.

"I've never done something like this before. Like ever" you warned him.

"I can tell princess" the nickname rolled off his tongue so easily, sending the butterflies back into your stomach.

Never would you have imagined being called princess by the prince himself.. and liking it so much.

"Just, why don't you come in the water with me?" He offered.

"I can't, I can't get this wet, I have nothing to change into" you told him.

"You can just wear your dress?"

"It's not proper to wear a dress without an underdress" you reminded him. The underdress was like a bra and you couldn't wander without it.

"You can take that off too then" he chewed on his lip.

"I-"

"Come on princess, take it off and join me, huh?" He encouraged you.

And although you were usually a pretty reasonable person, there you were taking off your underdress, placing it on the counter.

You crossed your arms to hide your breasts, approaching the tub once again, only your underwear on.

"Don't hide those, or anything from me" he reached out, his hand grabbing onto your arms and uncrossing them, allowing him to finally see your breasts in all their glory.

He nodded towards the other side of the gigantic tub, watching intently as you got in, making his way over to you.

"Are you nervous, princess?" He asked despite already knowing the answer.

"Don't be, I'll take care of you" the sweet tone had an underlying explicit sexual meaning and despite not knowing much, that you quickly caught onto.

And despite Hyunjin so badly wanting to take you, and use you, he alsso felt for you. He saw how innocent you were and  how easily you believed and listened to him. In that sense, he wanted to please you, and for you to please him. He wanted to teach you every little thing he knew, knowing that you knew nothing of all this. He wanted to care for you, but ruin you.

He pressed a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your neck as his hands found their way to your breast, the ones he had found himself fantasizing about, cupping them in his hands to test the waters before squeezing on them, surprised when you let out a barely above whisper moan.

You knew that what you were doing was "wrong" in the sense that your body "belonged" to your future husband and nobody should ever touch it in this way before marriage. But you also knew that you were probably going to be given by your parents to a random man with enough money to sustain them.

So you thought, "fuck it", because you'd rather be touched like this by Hyunjin, a stranger who you were absolutely attracted and drawn to, than by a random man who you'd most likely not be attracted to.

"You like that?" He looked up at you for a small moment, chuckling when you nodded, before continuing his actions, rubbing on your breasts as his lips trailed over your neck, pressing kisses to certain spots, until he began sucking lightly on one specific spot making you gasp, feeling an electrifying feeling overtake your entire body.

You felt him smirk on your neck as his fingers went to your nipples, rolling them in between his fingers.

"Ah hmm" you moaned lightly when he sucked harshly before nibbling on a sensitive part of your neck, his fingers tugging at your nipples.

He took hold of your hand, sliding it down his chest until you reached his shaft, where he pulled away.

"Just, wrap your hand around it princess" he directed your hand with his own, his much bigger palm covering your own to guide your movements. You did as he said and began moving like he'd told you to do.

"Fuck, yeah, like that sweetheart" he moaned at the feeling of your small palm wrappped around his shaft, rubbing on it exactly how he wanted.

And he revelled in the fact that this was your first time ever doing anything like this. He was absolutely ruining your innocence and you were completely, willingly, letting him.

He reconnected your lips, his hand leaving yours, wrapping itself around your neck as he continued kissing you.

"Just- bit faster hmm?" soft moans escaped his lips as you began moving your hand a little faster, mouth attached to his, tongues clashing together in an attempt to simply feel each others presence in every way possible.

You felt him bite down on your bottom lip, grunting slightly as his hips bucked forward into your hand.

"F- fuck I'm gonna cum" he warned you, pulling away from your lips to throw his head back.

You looked at him in confusion only to find his eyes closed shut, mouth slightly ajar. He looked absolutely breathtaking.

"Keep going- like that fuck" his head fell into the crook of your neck, pressing a few kisses to your shoulder as he encouraged you to keep going.

And it didn't take long for him to "cum" as he had previously mentionned. With his hips snapping forward, matching the rhythm of your hand, he let out a rather loud grunt, the vibrations of which you felt even on your shoulder as he spilled into your hands.

"F-fuck princess you did so well" he gave you a peck on your cheek after pulling away from your neck and giving you a fucked out smile.

And just as he went in for another kiss your eyes fell on the clock in the bathroom.

"It's 6:23, we should clean up, we're behind schedule" you told him, standing up before he pulled you back down.

"I can skip reading for today" he gave you his infamous eye smile, making you lose reason for a minute before you shook your head.

"I'm a maid in case you forgot? I usually set the table for supper so I have to go at half past" you explained.

"But I want to take care of you."

"Hyunjin I want to stay longer but-"

"Then stay, we'll wash up when we're done, good thing I have a spare towel, I can tell everyone you were helping me organize my closet or something"

"Your closet is perfectly orrganized. Mrs Kim comes in here every morning to do so." you giggled, shaking your head at him.

"Then I'll say I needed you to help me with something, they don't need details." his lips found their way back to your neck and even though you knew you should've told him to stop, and that you had to go, you simply sat there moaning out his name.

He surprised you when he dipped his head lower, sucking lovebites on your breasts before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly on the sensitive nub, making you shudder in pleasure before he did the same to the other one.

"Darling-" he pulled away, admiring the dark bruises he'd made on your neck and on top of your chest.

"Can you get up there for me" he nodded at the built in seat, watching as you did as he said, sitting up on the seat with his help.

He pulled you closer by your thighs, until you were sitting at the edge of the seat, his face in front of your heat but his eyes looking up at you, in some way to make sure you were all good.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he began leaving kisses and sucking on the inside of them, chuckling when you reflexively tried to shut them close as he kept them open.

"Is this fine" he looked up at you, hooking his fingers to the waistband of your underwear.

This was definitely not fine. Not only was nobody allowed to touch your body, especially there, until marriage but this was the prince, you were a maid for haven's sake.

"Mhm" you simply nodded, watching his fingers tugs down the white and wet piece of cloth and throw it to the side of the tub.

"Fuck" he kissed on your inner thigh, closer to your heat, unwrapping one arm from your thigh to free his hand.

"What do you want me to do princess" he asked you, knowing too well you had no clue as to any of this. You'd never even pleasured yourself before-

"T-touch me? Please-" you whispered, a grin making his way onto Hyunjin's face before he moved up, planting a kiss right on your core, taking you by surprise.

You inhaled deeply, your palms planting on the seat to hold yourself up when your felt him lick a stripe up your slit, stopping at the sensitive bundle of nerves and flicking his tongue over it.

You moaned his name as quietly as you could, biting down on your lip as you looked down at him.

All you could see was his wet, black locks with his face buried in between your thighs.

He replaced his tongue with his lips after flicking at your clit for a while, wrapping it around the small button and sucking harshly.

"Hyunjin" you threw your head back, feeling him smile against your sex.

You watched as his fingers, from his free hand, trailed all over your body, your core aching for some sort of contact the second he pulled away.

His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, his other hand drawing shapes on your thigh.

"Open" and so you did, abiding instantly and opening your mouth.

He instantly stuck his middle finger in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"Suck" he ordered. And you did exactly that, before he added his index finger.

He pulled out, a string of saliva making a bridge between his fingers and your lips before he moved back down.

He gave another kiss to your sex and without warning, inserted his middle finger in you.

You gasped, whining loudly as your walls clenched around his finger, unaccustomed to the feeling.

"H- hyunjin-" your toes curled almost immediately when he bent his finger, angling it at a certain spot that sent a pool of pleasure to your stomach.

The second finger was quite a stretch, coming not long after the first, and despite being so tight, you managed to take it, your arousal serving as a perfeft natural lubricant.

You had watched hyunjin spit on the two fingers before proding them at your entrance, slowly pushing in.

You whined as he stretched you out a little, scissoring his fingers inside of you, before he began curling his two fingers, his mouth going back to your clit.

"Hyunjin I- my stomach I-" you began, not knowing how to put into words what you were feeling.

He simply hummed against you, adding to the speed of his finger movements as he gripped on tighter to your thighs.

You felt lucky that nobody could hear what was going on with the Prince's chambers being on the other side of the castle. You would have certainly lost your job by now if it weren't.

"I'm- Hyunjin" you cried, your walls clenching more against his fingers as your hand went to his hair without you even realizing.

You ran your fingers through the locks, tugging at the strands when he hit a certain part in you with his fingers that had you losing focus of your surroundings.

And the moans he would let out when you tugged his hair, vibrating against your core, it didn't take long for you to release.

You had no idea what was going on but you couldn't hold it anymore. Hyunjin pulled away to admire you, his fingers still working into you, slower than before, as he watched you release, your legs quivering and face contorting into one of absolute pleasure.

You winced when he finally pulled out of you, resting his arms and head on your lap as he looked up at you, descending from your high, your breathing slowly falling back into place.

"You did really good princess, wait just a second" you watched him pull the plug and drain the bath water the both of you had been in, before turning the two knobs, adjusting the temperature and waiting until the temperature was perfect to put the plug back.

He waited until the tub was full to pull you inside with him, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Had he always been so affectionate after hookups like this? It's like, he felt the need to take care of you, and shower you with that sort of affection after everything that just went down.

Nothing else happened after that. You had warned him of the time and how much the both of you needed to hurry up. So you washed up as quickly as possible, making small talk in the process before climbing out of the tub.

He handed you a towel, watching you with a smile as you dried yourself, quickly pulling on your underdress and dress on.

"Thank goodness I didn't wet my hair" you bit down on your lip as you fixed your dress.

"So I'll see you tomorrow princess?" He walked closer to you as you watched him putting on a new shirt.

"Y- yeah, see you tomorrow" you grinned, wrapping your arms around him, taking the both of you by surprise.

He simply chuckled, holding you close for a few seconds before you ran out of the bathroom.

It's as he was struggling to put his chain back on, in a rush to go join his parents for supper, that he saw your underwear laying next to the tub.

He smiled to himself, going to pick it up and putting it on the sink.

Nobody would be coming into his room until the next day anyway, he'd deal with it after supper.

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Monday

You were getting dressed for the new day with your closest friend who you shared a room with in the maids chamber.

Everything was fine until you took off your underdress (yes you had changed into another one before going to sleep), resulting in a loud gasp from Chaelin.

"What the hell happened to you" she stared at you, at the dark bruises adorning your chest.

The ones on your neck weren't really visible and could pass as anything but there were no excuses to the ones on your breasts.

"I-"

"Are you seeing someone? Who? How are you- we never leave the castle? Unless... a guard?" She began questioning you.

Of course Chaelin knew about these things, she was six years older than you and has been in a relationship with one of the guards, Hangmin, for as long as you could remember.

You didn't know how you were going to get out of this one.

"No, I- I gave them to myself" you told her, hoping she'd let it go.

Instead she started laughing.

"No, but seriously, you gotta tell me who gave you these. They're like all over damn- when did-" she was cut off by a knock on the door.

"Hurry up girls, breakfast preparation starts in five" the head maid announced, as you rushed to put on a new underdress, your breasts still visible enough to see the hickeys until you pulled your dress on.

"Chaelin I want to tell you but-" you groaned, sitting down on your bed as you ran a hand through your curls.

"But what? I won't tell anyone" she assured you.

"Ok but I swear you need to keep calm when I tell you" you warned her.

She nodded, her brown orbs widening in anticipation.

"Yesterday, I- um" you started when the door flew open.

"You, the prince is calling for you" Mrs Park pointed at you, her eyebrow raising in suspicion.

"For what?" You heard Chaelin ask, receiving a glare from the older woman.

"We do not question the Prince's requests, hurry up and go. And you, Chaelin, follow me to the dining room" she walked out of the room with your best friend who gave you a look as if to say the previous conversation was not over.

You made your way to the Prince's chambers, greeting some staff members on the way there.

When you arrived, it only took a few seconds after you knocked on the door for you to be pulled inside the room and pinned against the wall.

"Morning Princess" he grinned down at you, his hands on either side of your frame.

"Good morning Hyunjin" you chuckled. You noticed he was already fully dressed for the day.

"Did you sleep well, I bet you did huh. Dreamt of me?" He teased as you shook your head.

"What did you call me in here for" you looked up at him, chuckling slightly.

"I wanted to see you-" he started, a smile threathening to make a way unto your face.

"But also, I have something to give you, before Mrs Lim comes in for cleaning. Unless you'd like for me to keep it" he pulled your underwear out of his pocket, your eyes wodening in surprise as you grabbed it from him, shoving it in your dress pocket, your hands immediately going to your face in embarrassment.

"What, you weren't all embarassed yesterday when my head was between your thighs" he spoke, shocking you even more as you glared at him.

"Pardon me for being lewd, I couldn't get the image out of my head last night, it was all I could think of" he grinned at you.

"See you at 6 princess" he stood back, as if giving you permission to leave, a smug look on his face, proud of the reaction he managed to ssuscite out of you.

The look didn't stay for too long when you pulled him into a kiss, a short one, not nearly half as bad as the one you shared the previous day in the tub but certainly taking him by surprise.

Before he responded you pulled away, smirking at him as he stared at you in confusion.

"See you at 6, my lord" you gave him a bow, before walking out of the chambers, your sliver of confidence only lasting a few seconds, heat rushing to your face as you walked down the corridor, thinking about what you’d done.

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"No messing around like we did yesterday" was the first thing you told him when you entered his room that evening.

"You have guests so you need to be there earlier to greet them, we can't take time" you told him as he removed his shirt.

"I know princess, stupid guests" he rolled his eyes, throwing his shirt next to him before moving closer to you, pinning you against the sink, his palms flat against the counter on both your sides.

"Ruining all our fun" he tsked, planting a kiss to your lips, his hands going to your ass and squeezing on them as hard as he wanted to before he walked away, undoing his belt.

"I had several many ideas of all we could've done today" he told you, your heartbeat rising as you watched him ridden himself of his last pieces of clothing and climb into the water.

Yeah, stupid guests. You cursed at them internally.

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Tuesday

You had somehow miraculously managed to escape from Chaelin's intense questioning the night prior.

"You know you're so lucky you're taking over Mrs Nam's role, even if it is temporary" Chaelin sighed.

It was around 6 but the Prince was still at the stables with the King and would only return after supper. So you had nothing to do at the time and neither did she.

"I've seen him before. He's truly a sight for sore eyes" she continued, looking at you as you nodded nonchalantly.

"So.. have you seen him naked" she asked, making you choke on your own spit as you looked at her in disbelief.

"Chaelin?!"

"What? Isn’t he hot? I bet he has a nice body.. a really nice body even! Is he big.. down there?" She nudged you with her elbow as you gave her a playful smack on the shoulder.

"Stop!" You shook your head at her.

"He is, isn't he" she smirked.

"If I were in your position, I don't know if I could control myself" she told you, making you chuckle.

"What about Hangmin?”

"It's not like we're married. Or ever going to marry.. Hangmin knows how to please a woman, and I happen to know how to please a man. So we get together sometimes. Nothing official" she shrugged.

That had you thinking, was that the relationship you had with Hyunjin? You were well aware there couldn't be anything serious between the two of you but still you wondered, what exactly was going on.

"Hm" you nodded, respecting her choices.

"Wonder if the Prince ever received a suckie. If not I would totally give him one" she laughed out loud as you raised an eyebrow.

"A suckie?"

"Like you know, one in the mouth" she made a lewd gesture as your eyes widened in shock.

You had witnessed Chaelin say some very dirty things but you never payed much attention and never really tried to understand what she was talking about.

"You've done that? But why?" You asked him.

"Because it feels good for Hangmin and when he feels good, I feel good" she simply said, as if it were nothing.

"How do you do it?" You asked after a small moment of silence, looking down at the floor.

"What? Give a suckie?" You nodded.

"You sure you wanna know? Might ruin that innocent little mind of yours" she teased.

If only she knew.

"Just tell me" you playfully rolled your eyes before she began speaking.

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It was 8pm when you went to see Hyunjin. He had told you that usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays bath time was at 8, and he'd simply get some reading done before he went to sleep; but you had other plans.

"Princess" he grinned upon opening the door, moving to the side to let you in.

"How was horse riding?" You asked him, making your way to the bathroom as he followed suit.

"It was fine, and your day" he asked as you turned to face him.

"I thought of you alot today" you told him honestly, giving him a small smile only to result in him smiling back.

"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow as you removed your dress.

Perhaps he should've told you by now that you didn't really need to remove your dress.

But perhaps you had already figured that out and had ulterior motives he was soon about to discover.

"Mhm" you simply hummed to say yes, pushing yourself up onto the sink.

"What were you thinking about" he approached you, until he was between your legs, bodies millimeters apart as he looked up at you.

"Tell me princess" you could feel his hot breath fanning on your face as he spoke to you, his hands going to your waist as he looked straight at you.

"I- um, I learned something new today"

"Did you now?" He furrowed his eyebrows as you nodded.

"So tell me? What is it that you learned" he grinned, your breath hitching in your throat as the small ounce of confidence you had quickly dissapeared.

"I can't just tell you about it" you finally let out, receiving a confused look from the older man.

"Why not?"

"Because, I have to show you" you whispered, your entire face heating up as he raised an eyebrow.

"Then show me" he sounded amused, relieving your nerves and making the situation far less embarassing for you.

"I will, but first, you have to kiss me" you giggled, earning a chuckle from him as well as he bent down slightly to kiss you, your arms wrapping around his neck as his gripped on tightly to your waist.

"I like this newfound confidence" he muttered against your lips, his tongue swiping against them before reaching your mouth and reaching your own.

You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your legs around him as he pulled you closer to him. It didn't take long for him to take control although you had been the one to initiate it by asking him to kiss you, his hands finding your breasts, the ones he loved so much and cupping them, squeezing on them through the thin material of your underdress. He could feel your nipples, the thought alone made him smirk.

Your fingers danced in his hair for a while before they trailed down from his shoulder to his abs, him smiling into the kiss as you did so.

His eyes widened in surprise when you pulled away, pushing him back a bit before reattaching your lips, flipping the both of you around until his back was against the sink.

"Whoa" he chuckled, breaking the kiss for a few seconds before his hands were back on your ass and his lips back on yours, his tongue roaming your mouth as you both tried to feel the most of each other.

"So, is this what you wanted to show me" he raised an eyebrow after you pulled away to breathe.

You shook your head, pulling him down once again planting a kiss on his jawline this time, then on his neck, sucking lightly on the spot as you reached down, your fingers trailing lightly over his dick covered only by the thin material of his pants.

He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering closed. You panicked.

"Are you okay?" You pulled away, looking up at him as he gave you a small smile.

"I'm fine, better than fine princess. It feels good" he nodded making you smile, breathing out in relief.

You reattached your lips to his neck, peppering kisses and sucking lightly as your fingers applied more pressure to his growing erection.

"Fuck.." you heard him moan lightly, his fingers gripping onto the sink as you smiled, feeling a wave of confidence rush over you at the sounds that escaped his lips.

You bent down, sucking gently on his collarbone, trailing to his chest, kissing his nipples, swiping your tongue over them before peppering his abs with kisses, until you were on your knees in front of him.

"Wh- what are you doing" Hyunjin stared at you with wide eyes. Of course he knew what you wanted to do, seeing your position. However, he didn't know how you even knew about this or how to do it.

"I- um.. my friend Chaelin.. she told me about it. Said it was supposed to feel good and I wanted to make you feel good but if you don't like it we can stop you know I-" you began rambling, your nerves making their way back and butterflies swarming your stomach as he looked down at you.

"Its not that sweetheart, it's just I know you haven't done this before and I was curious to know where you learnt it from"

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip before answering him.

"Well I mean she kinda told me how to do it but I'm really not sure it's gonna feel good cause I have no idea how it works and-"

"Hey, if you don't want to do it, that's fine, no pressure princess. And if you do, I can guide you through it" he offered.

"I do want to do it" you assured him, reaching forward and undoing the knot of his pants before hooking your fingers to the waistband.

He looked at you intently as you tugged his pants down slowly, along with his underwear, up until his knees, your eyes widening when you saw his length slap against his stomach, not quite understanding you were the cause of his raging erection.

You spit a small amount into your hand before slowly wrapping your hand around his shaft, as if to test the waters, a small sigh escaping his mouth as he looked down at you.

Once your small fingers were fully wrapped around his length, you began moving, giving his erection a few tugs, occasionally teasing his shaft between your thumb and index fingers.

"Fuck, feels amazing princess" Hyunjin groaned, his hips twitching forward into your hand.

The noises he let out were barely above whisper noises until you placed your mouth around the tip of his dick, swirling your tongue around it.

You pulled away.

"Does that feel good?" You asked, staring up at him. He was absolutely melting.

"Fuck,  yeah" he nodded making you nod, taking him back into your mouth, trying to take him further.

"Be careful with your teeth, try hollowing your cheeks" he winced in pleasure as you did as he said.

You moved your head back and forth, cheeks hollowed as you took in as much as you could and jerked the remaining part of his length that your lips couldn't cover.

His moans got louder, your name and filthy praises falling from his lips as his fingers went to your hair.

Although you hated people touching your curls, you let him, as he used your hair to guide your movements, making you speed up a little as he rolled his hips into your mouth.

You gagged a little, tears stinging your eyes but continued nonetheless, his moans only further encouraging you.

You moaned too when his fingers tugged at your curls, the vibrating sensation around his dick making his eyes shut in pleasure.

"Keep going fuck I'm gonna cum" he warned you as you pulled back until only his tip was in your mouth, sucking hard on it and licking on his slit as your other hand toyed with his balls, massaging them.

"Wanna fuck your face princess, can I?" He asked, only opening his eyes enough to see you nod.

You'd do anything he asked you to, he knew that, just like he'd do anything for you, all you had to do was say the word.

He grabbed a good fistful of your hair before thrusting into your mouth, making you gag once more as you held onto his thighs for support.

He continued, his moans getting louder and more frequent until his movement stopped and he pushed you against him, making you take in as much as you could as you felt warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

"Shit" Hyunjin opened his eyes, pulling away to see some of his release spilling from your mouth along with some drool as you made a weird face. You had no idea what to do with the liquid in your mouth, you internally shrugged and swallowed.

"Shit, I should've pulled out I'm sorry" he apologized, swiping his thumb against your lips and cheek, wiping the mess both of you had made.

"Is it dangerous?" You asked, seeing the worry in his face.

"No, it won't do anything to you, don't worry. Next time I'll try to go easier on you" he let out, helping you up as you shook your head.

"No! I mean.. I don't mind it. I liked today. And as long as it's not dangerous, I don't mind." You explained as he nodded, grinning down at you before planting a kiss to your forehead.

"Do you want me to repay the favor?"

"This was already me repaying the favor" you told Hyunjin, laughing as he kicked off the rest of his pants and made his way to the bathtub where you were sure the water would have gotten cold by now.

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One week later

It was Thursday,  which meant you only had today and tomorrow with Hyunjin as Mrs Nam was coming back.

Hyunjin had come from the stables a little later than usual, around 8:30 because of a transportation problem.

So it was around 9 when you headed to his chambers, not even bothering to knock at this point, you simply let yourself in.

You found him sitting on his bed, singing along to a song that seemed familiar to you somehow while entertaining himself with his sketchbook. You had discovered not long ago his interest in drawing.

"Hey princess" he looked up from whatever he seemed to be working on, placing it on the desk next to him, giving you a smile.

"Hey, before last day! Let's get to it" you told him, hoping the fake enthusiam could hide the clear disappointment in your words.

"Before last day?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Nam comes back after tomorrow" you told him, kicking off your shoes as you usually did; you couldn't afford them getting wet and waiting for them to dry.

"Oh, that? Don't worry about that" he smirked, making you raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"What did you do?" You asked.

"Let's just say I let Mrs Nam retire earlier than envisonned. And because I was in need of someone to replace her, I suggested, completely randomly and not at all planned of course, that you take over as you already knew what to do" he told you, making you laugh as you shook your head in disbelief.

"Are you for real?"

"Of course princess, I couldn't just let things end like that, could I" he grinned as you rushed over, tackling him in a hug, making both of you fall back on his bed, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist before your lips found his own, only for a few seconds as you then kissed all over his face, happiness overtaking you.

"I don't even know what to say" you grinned, looking down at him, kissing him once more before he flips you over so that he was hovering over you.

"Maybe a 'Oh Hyunjin you're amazing' would be nice" he proposed.

"Or better yet, you could moan that for me" he smirked as your face began heating up.

"Stoppppp" you hid your face with your hands, flustered, making him let out a loud chuckle before he removed them.

"Why? It doesn't seem like you mind when I say such things when I'm touching you" he laughed as you became even more flustered, further adding to his amusement.

"Quite the opposite actually, I seem to recall you moaning even louder at some of the things I say" his his fingers trailed over your arms as you let out a giggle.

"Not as loud as you when I tug your hair, sometimes I'm scared the whole kingdom can hear you" you taunted back as he remained unfazed.

"It's less about the fact that my hair is being pulled and more so the person who's pulling it" he grinned, earning a smile from you as well as you hooked your fingers behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

The kiss was rather sweet, only your lips moving against each other, clearly different from some of the other times the two of you kissed but it was clear Hyunjin had other intentions when he moved his knee between your legs, pushing it against your core, making you let out a gasp, the instant pleasure taking you by surprise and dampening your underwear in a few seconds time.

"Was that fine?" He pulled away to check up on you as you nodded before repeating his action, a small moan escaping your lips once again.

"Your sheets are gonna be a mess if we stay here" you warned him, knowing where things were headed, as he shook his head.

"Don't worry about that, Mrs Lim won't ask any questions. And I don't mind my sheets messy if it's cause of you" he told you, his fingers trailing over your arms as you nodded.

He reached down, once again, this time pressing a kiss to the underside of your ear, sucking gently on the area, then blowing on it before moving to your lips giving it another kiss.

His tongue made its way into your mouth in record time as his fingers were already digging into the flesh of your thighs and your sides, underneath your dress and your underdress that he personally couldn't wait to remove and did not long after, tugging onto your dress and slipping it off with a bit of effort and help from you before his lips were on your neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot. You were more than thankful that your skin was dark enough for the marks to not show as much.

You whined, gripping onto his dark locks, a smile making its way onto your lips as you receive the reaction you wanted when he hummed in pleasure at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. His mouth trailed everywhere it could, eventually reaching your sweet spot and sucking hard on it, your toes curling in pleasure.

"Take this off for me?" he pulled away, referring to his top. Hyunjin watched intently as your fingers slowly undid the first few buttons of his top before tugging it over his head, with his help and cooperation of course, your eyes instantly setting on his toned chest and abs. Fuck.

"Nothing you haven't seen before princess" he teased your reaction as you shamelessly admired his figure, a smile painting his face as he bent down pressing a kiss to the exposed part of your collarbone, his one hand on the bed, keeping him balanced while the other scrunched up your underdress, lifting it slowly until it was at your stomach, your underwear completely exposed to him.

He pulled your underdress over your head, leaving you now bare apart from your underwear, like the first time you had met.

Hyunjin didn't bother hiding the hungry look on his face as he practically devoured you with his eyes, especially your chest. Oh, how he loved your chest. And you knew it too, how he'd like to grab them through or under your underdress every time you made out or did anything remotely sexual.

His lips immediately latched onto one breast, inciting a squeal from you as he sucked harshly on the skin around your areola. You were certain your chest would be painted in marks the next day but you really liked admiring the pretty bruises he'd leave on your breast as it was a reminder of the time you'd spent with him.

Your eyes shut in pleasure as he took your nipples into his mouth, licking around the soft bud before sucking on it.

"Ah- Hyunjin" you moaned when he swiped his thumb against your underwear covered slit before pressing on your clit, humming in response with your nipple still in his mouth.

"It feels good" you felt the need to tell him and you could tell he was smiling, only having confirmation when he pulled away to look at you for a few seconds before his lips were on your other nipple and his thumb was rubbing circles on your sensitive nub, your whimpers and moans sending blood rushing through his already forming erection.

You had no idea where this was going and neither did he. He knew you were as virgin as could be and had only ever done anything remotely sexual with him. But he so badly wanted you, especially with how you looked laying there, almost naked on his bed with those noises escaping your pretty lips.

You were the first girl he'd ever let on his bed. And he'd ever probably do so.

"Hey, where do you want this to go? What do you want me to do?" He pulled away looking at you with his pretty brown eyes and his brown locks falling onto his bare shoulders. He looked unreal, perfect. Perfect to you.

"I- I don't know" of course you didn't know. You'd never had sex before. Your mother simply told you it was something you were supposed to do with your future husband, and him only in order to get pregnant. You had no idea it could even be pleasurable but you were sure with Hyunjin it would be.

"Just tell me to stop if I do something you don't like then" you nodded as his fingers hooked unto your underwear, pulling it down and tossing it next to him.

He ran his middle finger against your slit, collecting your arousal, a smirk adorning his fave seeing how wet you were, before poking at your entrance, pushing it in slowly.

You moaned loudly, his long finger instantly curling up as he began slowly moving it, in and out. You moaned even louder once you got adjusted to the second fingers stretch, the slight pain in your facial expression quickly dissipating and turning into one of only pleasure and lust.

Hyunjin wondered how you'd take him if you were this tight as he kept trying to stretch you out with his two fingers, your moans and clear arousal making it harder to take things slow.

It's when he saw that you were nearing your release with his thumb against your clit and his two fingers in you that he pulled away, biting down hard on his lower lip in concentration.

He slowly undid the buttons to his pants, glancing up at you, smiling to himself as he noticed how impatiently you were watching him. Your eyes were glued to him as he took off his pants along with the underwear he had on, tossing it to the side, his length springing up flat against the veins on his lower abdomen.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He felt the need to ask once more just in case. You nodded, a little nervous, more than excited and kind of in awe at the situation.

You'd be absolutely dead if anyone found out what was happening. You were risking a lot. Also what if it hurts... like a lot. What if you got pregnant like your mother told you..

"I'm not gonna get pregnant right?" You asked him, feeling his dick against your thigh as he was now on top of you.

"I'll make sure you don't get pregnant" Hyunjin, unlike you knew how pregnancy really worked. And if he could, for extra safety, he'd get protection or something but they were absolutely banned from the kingdom and you could only find them in the outskirts which he could no longer access.

You nodded as he slid his shaft over your slit, collecting your arousal and teasing your clit just the slightest bit, making you even more impatient before you felt him poke at your entrance.

You bit down on your lower lip as he pushed the tip of his length inside of you, the stretch more than you had imagined. You were surprised it even fit.

"You okay" he looked down at you as you nodded. He bent down to press a kiss to your forehead, taking you (and him) by surprise, and sending butterflies to your stomach.

"You're doing really well princess" He encouraged you, pushing further into you until he was finally fully inside, the tightness of your core enough to make him want to burst right there and then.

But he wanted to savor this moment, remember it for a long time, so he had to stop himself and that took everything he had in him at that point.

"Is it okay if I move?" He asked you as you nodded, not really knowing how everything was supposed to go down.

The first few thrusts were kind of painful but soon, a wave of pleasure washed over you, your mouth falling open as you felt the same tingly feeling you did when he worked his fingers on you, but to another extent.

You moaned, rather loudly, making Hyunjin look up at you, a sense of pride taking over him knowing that he was making you feel good and that the pain from earlier wasn't stopping you from enjoying this as much as he was.

Your moans continued to encourage Hyunjin, his hips rolling against yours, grunts and curses escaping his lips as the pleasure was becoming overwhelming.

He bent down to kiss you once again, his locks falling onto your forehead before he pulled away, smiling at you, the simple action making your mind go crazy as your walls clenched around his length.

His thumb found its way to your clit and he began rubbing circles on it, his name pouring out of your mouth in moans before he stopped, pulling out of you in a rush and you watched as he spilled all over your thighs and a little on the bed, his eyes closing shut as his head fell back in pleasure. He looked absolutely unreal.

"Fuck" he muttered, regaining his breath for a minute as he fell back onto the bed next to you. You grinned when he kissed you again, but you were surprised when his arms hooked onto your legs and his head found its way between your legs. He was determined to make you come and it didn't take him much to do so as you were already close. With a mouth like his, it wasn't a surprise that his lips on your clit and tongue all over your core would have you a wriggling mess underneath him.

He pulled back, watching your face scrunch up, mouth falling open and toes curling as you released, a smirk adorning his own face, proud and absolutely in awe of how perfect you were to him at that moment.

"I'll be right back" he said, walking to the bathroom as you were recovering from your orgasm.

"Do you want to spend the night with me" he offered, returning from the bathroom with a hand-cloth making you look up at him as if he was crazy.

"I can't, people will ask questions and I'll definitely get caught" you explained, his face falling as he nodded in understanding.

"Well, can you lay here with me, just for a bit, we can actually clean up later" he told you, wiping the mess you'd both made on your thighs before laying next to you.

You nodded as he pulled you into his chest, a wide smile on both your faces.

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Sunday

"Princess" you were greeted with Hyunjin's usual enthusiasm, a bright smile on his face as the much taller and slightly older male pulling you in his room and closing the door behind you.

"Hyunjin" you smiled back, his cheeriness instantly lifting your mood as he gave you a quick kiss before leading you to the bed.

"I'm still annoyed my dad's stupid dinner plans ruined our own but I can assure you I was thinking about you the entire night long" he told you, plopping down on the bed, laying down as you laid down next to him.

Hyunjin was looking forward to seeing you Sunday when he came back from the stables but his dad had other plans and he was forced to sit through a meeting to discuss the kingdom's issues when he'd have much rather been in bed with you sitting on him instead.

But it was okay, he had you to himself. It was 6 and he could skip reading time and shower later in the night when everyone went to sleep which gave the two of you a good hour or so to do whatever you wanted.

"Yeah I was kinda bummed when Mrs Kim said that you weren't coming back until late and I could go to the dorms earlier" you admitted, a smile making its way onto his face as he pulled you into his arms.

"Missed me that much?" He teased as you playfully rolled your eyes, refusing to respond.

"Well I'm here now and we have enough time to catch up" he grinned, kissing you once more, his hand moving a few strands out of your face before cupping your cheek, kissing you as if to make up for yesterday when that was all he could think of.

You smiled, kissing him back, your hands resting at his shoulder up until you felt his hand slide up your leg and you pulled back in record time, face heating up as you sat up.

How could you forget.

"I can't.." you told him, refusing to look up at him. Even then you could tell he was probably looking at you all confused.

"Why? You don't feel like it?" He asked, sitting up next to you. He had no problem with you not being in the mood but the way you were acting had him completely confused.

"No it's not that I just..."

"It's okay if you don't want to Princess... we can do something else.."

"It's not that I don't want to.. I can't" you told him as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"But why? Are you hurt? Is everything alright?"

"I'm on my monthly" you said barely above a whisper, which would explain the 'huh' he let out in response, asking you to repeat yourself.

"I'm on my monthly course Hyunjin" you groaned, realization sinking in before he began to laugh.

"Is that why you acted like that?" He laughed even harder before pulling you back down to lay with him, his arm wrapping around you.

"I thought I did something wrong or that you were hurt or something"

"No but this means we can't do anything" you told him, looking up at the ceiling. You could literally feel his eyes on you.

"It's fine we don't have to do anything sexual, we can just lay here and talk. I like having you in my arms like this" he admitted, pulling you even closer as you froze coming to a realization.

What the fuck was this thing you had going on between the two of you? If it wasn't a sexual relationship, what was it?

"Huh?"

"I mean it's nice just spending time with you princess it doesn't always have to be about sex" he continued.

Then what is it about? It was fine when it was just him fucking his maid because in that sense as wrong and technically banned as it was, both of you still knew your places but if you take the sex out of whatever this was it would make it even more of a relationship which both of you knew was impossible. What was he doing.

Did he like you? Of course you liked him but you knew you could never have him and you hoped he didn't forget that either because as fun as everything is, there is no actual relationship between the two of you, there could never be.

"What else could it be about?" You looked at him.

"We could just talk, and enjoy each other's presence, maybe kiss sometimes..”

"That. I don't understand that. What does that make whatever this is between us if we're doing more than just sexual things." you sat up, escaping his grip and furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"I don't know, some things are fine the way they are, don't need a name or to be defined" Hyunjin sat up as well, a little taken back by how you were acting.

He wasn't angry or anything, more so scared of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing at this point.

"Yeah maybe for you because as soon as this is over you're going to fall in love with someone of your rank and I'm going to be here still thinking about you while my parents try to decide which scumbag to sell me off to."

"Princess.." he looked at loss for words so you continued.

"I really like you Hyunjin. Like really a lot. But I can't get too involved with my feelings when I know nothing's good is going to come out of that" you stood up, your eyes brimming in tears.

Was it your period making you act this way or were you just finally waking up from this dream you let yourself live in for much too long. Either way, Hyunjin could see the tears falling down your face as you rushed to wipe them away.

"My love can you just please sit down and we'll talk about it" he watched as you were putting on your shoes.

Of course he liked you. He made it as clear as day but you were right. He failed to remember that there was a question of hierarchy in the kingdom and both of you were breaking boundaries that were not meant to be broken.

"There's nothing to talk about Hyunjin" your voice trembled as you walked out, closing the door behind you.

Hyunjin was in for a sleepless night. And so were you.

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One week later

Hyunjin had been distracted in every aspect of his life because of what had happened between you. It wouldn't have been a problem had he been a regular worker but he was the prince and he couldn't afford to be this distracted, especially for matters concerning the kingdom.

And he had made several attempts to get you to come see him or to see you but none of it was working, you had been "sick" according to the head maid.

And frankly, Hyunjin was tired of this new replacement who was three years older than him and let her hands wander off where they shouldn't have. He wanted you. He craved you.

And it felt even worse when he thought about how you were technically living in the same place but he couldn't have you.

As for you, you wanted him just as much. Sometimes you'd feel butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it, him and everything you'd do together, including the non sexual aspects of whatever your relationship was.

And it angered you to a melting point whenever you heard your replacement, Minsoo, rant to the other maids about how attractive the prince was.

Of course he was attractive. But he was off limits. You knew he wasn't yours but you still felt a certain possessiveness when it came to him and wanted nothing more but to wipe that smile off of her face everytime she spoke of your prince.

Your, yes your prince. Even if you couldn't have him and even if you had ended whatever was happening, he was still yours.

And it made you feel even better when Minsoo admitted that he was quite cold towards her, not giving in to her advances.

Was he still not over you? As toxic as it might've been, you smiled to yourself at the thought.

"Hey, I've been calling for you for the past two minutes" the head maid stood in front of you, rolling her eyes as you gasped, quickly bowing in apology.

"Are you feeling better? Because the prince is calling for you... again."

"I think I'm still a little sick" you faked a cough as she raised an eyebrow at you.

"You've been sick for a week. That's as long as you get. If you don't want to be kicked out I'd suggest you get up and go see what the prince wants." She stated before walking out of the room.

When you walked out, you saw Minsoo sitting with her friends at the assembly room for the maids. But it was bath time. Which meant only one thing.

"So you're finally going back to your job. How lucky! I'd kill to stay in your position" Minsoo spoke up after noticing you as you nodded, forcing a small smile before walking up to Hyunjin's chamber.

Your heart sunk in your stomach as several thoughts swarmed around your head. Was he angry at you. How were things supposed to go after everything what had happened between you. Why did he even call for you again.

Your train of thoughts was cut off short as you reached his door, knocking and waiting, your arms wrapped tightly just under your chest as you chewed on your bottom lip trying to calm your nerves.

When the door was opened, you heart almost skipped a beat. Did he get more attractive. Oh how you wanted him to just pull you in and kiss you like he often did.

But that was your heart talking. And your head was right last time. There couldn't ever be anything between the two of you.

You stared at each other for a few minutes before he moved to the side, as if to let you step in. And so you did, having him close the door behind you without a word.

"You're done ignoring me?" He asked, finally speaking up before he began walking to the bathroom as you trailed behind. You were wishful hoping he wouldn't bring it up, but you knew it'd be the first thing the two of you spoke about as soon as you entered the room.

"I wasn't ignoring you, I was sick" you lied through your teeth making him scoff as he turned to look at you. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see you were lying.

"Sick of me, I suppose" he laughed bitterly as you frowned.

"I wasn't sick of you, I just needed time to get myself together and figure things out" you admitted, watching as he seemed to look everywhere but at you now as he removed his shirt.

"And we couldn't do that together? Figure things out together? You just had to ignore me for a week?" He was visibly angry but the fact that he wouldn't look at you scared you more than anything.

"I was scared Hyunjin okay. I was scared because I was catching feelings ridiculously fast and I knew that I was setting myself up for heartbreak and I might've reacted badly-"

"Might've?" He laughed, walking closer to you until your back hits the sink, his hands on either side of you as he stared down at you. You were fucked.

"I- I know I did" you lowered your head. Why was he so close..

"Yeah, you fucking did. An entire week princess. A whole fucking week and you couldn't come up once to talk to me?" he was speaking low and at this point was dangerously close to you.

And any other time at this point you'd have wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You wanted to touch him, for him to touch you, for him to want to touch you.

And even his voice alone was enough to set off the sparks and butterflies not to mention the fact that he was half naked and practically pressed up against you.

"You're not answering my question" he spoke up once again making you look up for a brief second, taking in his face before looking down.

And you cursed him for being so absolutely attractive. His full lips, the mole under his eye you loved to swipe your thumb over, everything about him.

"I'm sorry" you sighed out finally.

"Are you?" he raised an eyebrow before grabbing onto your waist and turning you around, both of you now facing the large mirror in front of the sink.

"I- I am" you assured him as he let out a disbelieving chuckle, rubbing on your arm as he stared at your reflection in the mirror.

"You don't look very sorry princess."

"I really am sorry." You apologized.

Deep down, Hyunjin understood you. He knew you really were sorry but that didn't take away from the anger and hurt. And rightfully so. Because through it all he still cared. He cared for you and made it known and you ran out on him.

"You should be. You're not scared of breaking all the other rules we've broken but you're scared of us liking each other? Who the fuck cares what we can and can't do at this point?" Hyunjin finally let out after a small silence as you looked at him through the mirror.

"After all this time of breaking boundaries, what's one more?" His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed himself harder against you, holding you tight against him as if he was scared of letting you go.

"One more?"

"I want to be with you princess." He kissed at the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he let his chin rest on your shoulder, looking straight into your eyes through the mirror.

"I know you're mine but I want you to know that, even if nobody else can. I want to be yours, for you to know I'm yours" he pressed another kiss to the side of your neck, biting down lightly on the spot as you nodded while your eyes fluttered close.

Your heart was racing out of your chest and to anyone it might've seemed like you weren't listening but you were. And you loved what you were hearing even though you shouldn't.

And you could feel your underwear dampening with each touch of his lips against your skin and every word he uttered. He was yours, and you his.

"Look at yourself princess. Look at the state you're in when I've barely even touched you." He chuckled, though he was far from amused. You could tell when you stole a glance at his reflection, no sign of a smile or humour anywhere on his face.

He was clearly teasing you, trying to rile you up, in a way getting back at you for what had happened knowing you wouldn't bite back, not this time. Not when you were sorry and scared that anything you did would get him to stop his actions. You really didn't want him to stop.

"Did you miss me?" He finally asked, his arms leaving your waist and fingers hooking unto the strings of your dress, undoing it with ease. He didn't need to ask, you'd let him, you always did.

"I did" you nodded, attempting to turn around before he kept you in place.

"Stay still." he pulled your dress down, until it reached your feet and you stepped out without him having to tell you what to do. Was this some sort of punishment? Or was it him making up for lost time. None of you knew.

But you found it arousing, the way he was speaking to you, ordering you around, making sure you knew he was in charge.

You were wearing the same underdress he had seen you in the first time you'd met. The thought made him smirk but only for a second before his attention was back on what was happening at the moment.

"How much did you miss me" he pressed his body up against yours once more, his erection poking against your ass, a low groan emitting from his lips as he grabbed onto the hem of your underdress, scrunching it up in his fists while he placed more kisses on your back and neck.

"I missed you more than I can put into words" you admitted, looking at him, seeing a small smile make its way onto his face.

You watched through the mirror as his hands latched onto your breasts, squeezing on them and kneading the nipples through the fabric of your dress before he lowered the straps and pulled it down, watching your breasts spill out.

"Turn around" he ordered and you obeyed, turning to look at him. His eyes were on your breasts, then on your lips, then back to your breasts.

"These are mine too" he sucked on the underside of your ear, his hands playing with your boobs before he moved up to kiss you.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth and danced with your own as he grabbed onto your ass, pulling you closer to him in an attempt to create any sort of friction, grinding against you as your own hands found his locks and tugged at the strands.

Hyunjin just wanted to feel you, every inch of your body, he had missed it so much and knew even before you had arrived to his room that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. And it was the same for you.

The second time he flipped you over, it was with less anger but more lust as he pulled down your underdress and underwear off together in a swift movement , giving you only enough time to step out of them before he was bending you over the sink and his hand was on your ass.

You let out a small gasp when he spanked you the first time, and a moan the second time he did it, his fingers digging into the flesh for a while before letting go.

You couldn't see much through the mirror as you were blocking his reflection but you heard him fumbling with his pants and definitely heard when they fell to the floor.

He kept you down, your chest flat against the surface of the sink and your legs slightly parted as he pressed his erection against your ass, moaning slightly before rubbing the tip against your slit, collecting all the arousal.

You both moaned as both of you were growing impatient to feel more of each other. It seemed like forever until his tip finally stopped teasing your clit and found itself in the comfort of your heat.

"Fuck fuck fuck" You winced in pleasure as you felt his cock slip past your walls, reaching deeper and deeper until he was finally all the way inside.

"As much as I missed hearing these sound from you I don't think you deserve to be making them after the shit you pulled princess" he was looking at you through the mirror, knowing very well that you couldn't see him despite every expression of yours being visible to him.

"I-" you should have known what Hyunjin was up to the second he'd bent you over as a "punishment" because the instant you tried to get a word in he'd pulled out and slammed into you so hard that you felt the air knocked out of your lungs.

You let out a scream in pleasure, biting down hard on your lips as your fingers curled into a fist, mentally preparing yourself for whatever Hyunjin had in store for you.

"You what? You're sorry? You already said that" he chuckled lightly despite being far from amused as he continued moving not too fast but certainly with enough force to blur your mind out completely and leave you speechless apart from the occasional curse words that came out.

It's when he rolled his hips upward into you that you lost it, a choked noise leaving your lips as tears brimmed your eyes and slowly made their way down you face.

"You're crying for my dick princess" he laughed, his fingers digging into your hips as he went even faster, your mind way too fuzzy to come up with any replies.

"You look fucking pathetic like this, crying, desperate, completely fucked out, and all for me." He let out in between grunts as he struggled to keep his gaze focused entirely on you and at your fucked out expression that was reflected by the mirror.

"Look how good I treat you.. making you scream in pleasure when you should be begging for forgiveness"

"Or at least begging for my dick" he practically growled, hips still snapping as your mouth hung open, tears still streaming down your face as you were completely lost in the intense pleasure bubbling up inside of you.

You could hear every word he said and in any other occasion you would've taken them really badly but right now, they'd sounded so fucking attractive, arousing coming from him.

"Guess you practically are seeing how you're crying for it. Hmm princess?"

"Hmm"

"Answer me" he demanded, his hand coming into contact with your ass with full force, a yelp escaping his lips.

"Y-yes" you replied, voice barely above whisper but

Hyunjin caught it and that was all that mattered to him.

"You miss me? Miss my dick? Missed how I make you feel? How ONLY I can make you feel?" He continued, dangerously close to releasing but there was no way he was going to come before you, he had a point to make and a lesson to teach and he'd hold it in for as long as necessary.

"Fuck- yes" you moaned as his thrusts slowed down, his hips rolling into yours as he continuously hit the spot that had you seeing stars. You were also dangerously close to releasing.

It's when you were about to speak up and tell him you were close that he stopped, pulling out abruptly and making you face him, his heart racing and dick twitching at the sight of your face, seeing the effect he'd had on you.

He placed you on the same counter you were bent down against on and parted your legs, instantly diving between your walls as your legs wrapped around him.

You supported yourself with your palms flat against the surface of the counter as he watched your breasts bounce with each roll of his hips, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure when he reached between you, his finger coming in contact with your clit.

"Fuck Hyunjin- I"

"No" he simply said, his finger moving even faster.

"Huh-but-“

"Did I say you could come? You think you deserve to?" He bit down hard on his lip as he felt your walls clenching uncontrollably around his length, worried he wasn't going to control himself at this point.

"Please" you practically begged, the knot in your stomach hanging by a thread and the feeling like you're about to explode only further intensifying each passing moment.

"Please Hyunjin, I'll do anything please" you whimpered, overwhelmed as you struggled to control your orgasm. You could tell he was close as well with the uncontrollable twitching of his dick and the way his movement slowed down.

"I’ll remember that" he nodded, allowing you to release. You did so just as fast, your legs trembling as well as your entire body. You were quite literally shaking in pleasure when he pulled out, a loud grunt resonating through the bathroom walls as he gripped on tightly to your thighs, spilling on them and his hand.

Both of you took a moment to get over the groundbreaking, earth shattering orgasms you had experienced before his eyes landed on you again.

Without a word, he'd pulled you in, kissing you passionately in a way to maybe excuse himself in case he drove you too far or went even the slightest bit too hard on you seeing as to how he'd never spoken or acted towards you like that.

But the way you'd kissed him back made all those worries go away.

End of part 1

[diamondwerewolf]

I wonder...

apart from getting to know az's personality, I'm curious to know how they'll handle how he speaks in game. we see him so little in pokemon XY there's no way of really knowing what he's like. you have to dig around for all available materials and sort of cobble together some conclusions, or assumptions from what we do know about him. does he have a very outdated or formal way of speaking? Is he gentle? Is he incredibly stubborn? I will have to wait and see.

I also hope he'll speak candidly on the very distant past. I talked about it here for a while, but unless you really scrounge for every shred of text you can find, or all supplemental official materials through videos, manga, and defunct websites regarding him in XY, he is a complete mystery. With a grain of salt, here's some random -canonical- information that may not be greatly known:

- AZ wasn't always 9ft tall. His unusual size was caused by exposure to the ultimate weapon. - AZ is Lysandre's distant uncle. Lysandre's grandest uncle, if you will. - The king of Parfum Palace is also implied to be AZ's distant nephew. He looks a lot like him. -AZ had a brother who tried to use the war of 3,000 years ago to usurp the throne. We assume he took control of Kalos after his elder brother disappeared. He was also responsible for burying the weapon after the devistation. - Eternal Flower Floette's original trainer was AZ's mother. -AZ was not only a king, but also a 'professor' of sorts. Text in Lysandre's lab states that he contributed miraculous technology to ancient society.

-According to the Tera leak of last year, AZ's character was inspired by depictions of Christ. The developers in preparation for XY took a visit to France and probably saw plenty of old art. So, you can find a painting of AZ in his youth with kneeling subjects in Lumiose museum if you've completed some side quests. - AZ is a legend, so his story is moderately known in his home region. This isn't canonical, but implied in manga so something I'm keeping in mind:

AZ may have been stalked for quite a while by Zygarde following his use of the ultimate weapon.