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â synopsis:Â you've come back to the small town you grew up in for a visit. though your relationship with the catholic church and faith in general have been strained since you were younger, you find yourself drawn back to the church... or more specifically... the new priest... you aren't ready to share your secret sin with him... but you may not be able to help yourself.
â pairing: sylus x curvy fem!reader
â rating:Â 18+ (minors do not engage)
â cw:Â religion (catholicism), priest, lapsed faith, adultery, priest kink, suicidal mention, dead parent, sex, masturbation, drugs (marijuana), mentions of other drug use, drinking (more will be added when/if they arise)
â disclaimer: this fiction explores a romantic relationship between a lapsed Catholic and an unconventional priest. it is not designed to be inflammatory or critical. catholic authors were asked to participate in the process. we hope you enjoy it, but we know that these topics can be sensitive, so please skip this fiction if it will in any way offend you.
â chapter:Â 5 / ?
â co-authors:Â redbriony, confuseddoughnut (they do not have tumblr)
â ao3 link:Â here
â chapter synopsis: a series of risky decisions gets you into more than one kind of trouble.
â index: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5
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The next few days were spent in the confines of your childhood home, your bed almost becoming your permanent address as you thought about that kiss. The kindness and how the words expressed resonated with you in a way you hadnât felt in a long time. But more than anything, how the kissing Father Sylus had made you feel - the tenderness of it all. But surely you were getting ahead of yourself and even found yourself a little disgusted with yourself over the whole encounter.Â
But he had just been so close, too sweet, and his face was so beautiful, and all you wanted to do was press kisses all over him.Â
But itâs wrong, isnât it?Â
Something inside you rebelled against the idea for obvious reasons. Any resolve you had would disintegrate when you decided to act or speak on it.Â
But then, one evening, Rafayel called. You barely answered in time because part of you was hoping it would be someone else.
âHey babe, just wanted to check up and see how youâre doing. Havenât heard from you.âÂ
You blinked, frozen for a moment as you twisted into a sitting position on your bed. âFine. Whatâs up?âÂ
He chuckled, and you werenât sure if he was annoyed. You felt slightly upset at yourself for not reaching out when you could have. A normal rekindled friendship typically involves a friend being there for the other, especially after what he revealed to you. But before you could follow up with an apology, he spoke again.
âNothing in particular. I wondered if you wanted to get some of the old gang together and go up into the woods like we used to.âÂ
You knew the place he was walking about, the old lumber yard out in the middle of the woods where the kids from town used to gather. It had been a favorite spot to hang out, build bonfires, other illegal shit teenagers liked to do when they wanted to get away from their parents.Â
âWhat do you mean âthe gang?ââ You asked.Â
âWell, uh, itâs just gonna be you and me. When I tried to call anyone else from school, they either laughed at me for being back here or didnât answer.â You could hear his nervous laugh when his words cut off. âStill a small town, and everyone is the same.âÂ
You couldnât resist, though. Even if you were a bit too old for that behavior. Reliving your past was one of the reasons you returned home in the first place. âI have nothing better to do, so yeah. Sounds great.â You paused, wondering if you had said the right thing, hoping that Rafayel understood what you meant. âSorry, Iâve beenâŚnot myself lately. Lotâs on my mind.â You rubbed the back of your knee with your fingers before standing, keeping the phone to your ear as you crossed the room to where your suitcase lay open on a chair.Â
âI get it.â He responded with a laugh, light and airy in a way that made you smile. âLife is pretty shitty, especially for people like us who - well, you know.â There was a hint of apology in his tone as you heard him open and close a door. âThis is the perfect opportunity for me to listen to you now.âÂ
âI kissed the priest.âÂ
âFucking, what? The hot one?âÂ
You sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward a bit, a bit shaken now with your admission. Even though you had spoken it out loud, you still felt as if you couldnât totally come to grips with the situation.Â
âWell, yeah. Heâs the only one.â You said, curling your hand around the hem of the comforter. âAnd Iâm also in love with a married man. Iâm losing it. This is what happens to people who donât peak in high school or something!âÂ
Rafayel said nothing, obviously processing. Then he began to chuckle, which turned into a laugh. Then, he let out the most ridiculous roar of laughter.Â
âWow,â he managed to gasp out after a bit, only to laugh again. You could imagine how his shoulders probably shuddered as they shook and the grin plastered on his face. âOkay, once Talia goes to bed, Iâll grab her car and pick you up. And then youâre explaining this whole damn story to me. Got it?âÂ
âGot it.âÂ
âI canât even comprehend this,â Rafayel breathed after you recounted your tale of how you ended up back home, finishing off with the way Father Sylus had kissed you and the way your panic overtook you. He shook his head, hands clenching and unclenching, brow knitted as he looked at you.Â
The two of you sat in Talia's car, parked outside the old lumber yard in the woods. The empty dirt parking lot was bathed in the moon's light peeking through the clouds. The bowl on the dash between you both served as a reminder that some things hadnât changed and that this was the first place you had smoked weed.Â
Rafayel picked it up, fingers curling around the glass as he brought it to his lips. The flick of the lighter illuminated his face in the dark car, shadows dancing across his cheekbones as he inhaled deeply. You couldnât blame him for his reaction.Â
When he passed it to you, you mirrored his actions, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and the earthy taste coating your tongue. You held it in briefly before exhaling slowly, leaning back into the passenger seat.Â
âAnd Xavier asked me out.â You said.Â
Your friendâs face contorted in disbelief before he let out a short burst of laughter. âYouâre joking, right?âÂ
âNope.â You giggled and looked out towards the old building before you, wondering how he could think you were making any of this up.Â
âDamn, you have three guys chasing after you, begging for scraps. I bet the doctor has loads of money.â Rafayel clicked his tongue thoughtfully. âThis is every girlâs dream! I donât understand what the problem is.âÂ
And as if it suddenly hit him all at once, he started to laugh, and the laugh turned out to be contagious. You both soon ended up in a fit of giggles inside the growing colder car.Â
âI mean, what am I supposed to do? Ask him to leave his wife?â You huffed.Â
âRelax! Think about it. People get divorced all the time.â The high was definitely setting in as Rafayel rested his head on the back of the seat. âAnd if heâs as hopelessly infatuated with you as you said, he might do it anyway.âÂ
âRafayel! Thatâs horrible.âÂ
He leaned in and playfully nudged your shoulder, saying, âI canât help but be honest with you. Who would I be if I wasnât?â He caught the look on your face and rolled his eyes, flicking the lighter absentmindedly. âOr, you know, you could just call him up and give him a piece of your mind. Maybe that will push him right in the direction of Silver Springs.â
You rolled your eyes and muttered, feeling the familiar laziness creeping into your body. You barely resisted the urge to snort at his suggestion. âThe Fleetwood Mac song?âÂ
âYeah, Stevie cursed him, you know. Lindsey. In â97. Hexed him right on stage in front of everyone. So if I were you, I would call him up and tell him what direction he can shove his thumb up his own ass.âÂ
You laughed again, shaking your head at Rafayelâs ridiculous suggestion. The pot was doing its job, making everything seem way funnier than it should be.Â
âI donât know, man,â you sighed, sinking further into the seat. âEven if Zayne does leave his wife for me, which would be so wrong, what about Father Sylus? I mean, I kissed a priest, for Christâs sake!âÂ
Rafayel took another long drag from the bowl before setting it between you in the cupholder, smoke once again billowing in the car as he responded. âHey, forbidden love is the hottest kind. And I figure if Iâm going to get any entertainment out of this town, itâs gonna be from you at this point. So just call the fucking doctor while Iâm still high.â With that, he shoved your shoulder, and you turned and shoved him right back.Â
You grumbled as you reached for your phone, unlocking it as the smoke settled around you. You scrolled through your contacts until your thumb was right over the number. It was so tempting, especially with the encouragement of the young man beside you - but you stayed still.Â
Youâll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.Â
âFuck it.â You breathed deeply, heart hammering, and hit the phone symbol. As soon as you heard the first ring, you nearly jumped.Â
Why do I do this? A mantra in your mind, like a worm in your skull, beating against the insides repeatedly with a tiny hammer.Â
You waited, putting the phone on speaker so the idiot beside you could hear. After a few long rings, you were about to hang up when there was a click. An unfamiliar voice picked up instead of the one you were used to, and the wave of anxiety almost made you dizzy.
âHello?â Her voice was soft, not as straightforward or bubbly as you had imagined she would sound.
Silent, you swallowed thickly, and along with the fear, you felt the ache settle in once again. The sharp guilt began coiling around you. You looked toward Rafayel, who suddenly looked just as panicked as you. He quickly grabbed your phone, raising an index finger to his lips and giving you a stern look.Â
âHi! Uh, Iâm calling about your car's extended warranty!â Rafayel quickly stated, cutting off whatever the woman was about to say next. Then, he turned and threw your phone out of the open window.Â
The two of you stared at each other blankly. Then, all the adrenaline hit you at once, and the numb haze obliterated.Â
âOh my God, fuck!â You managed to say, trying and failing to fight the delirious laughter that began wrapping through your body. You barely noticed your vision clouded with tears, and your next laugh came out mixed with a sob. âThat was his - and you just - HA! You threw my phone out the window!âÂ
âListen, Y/N, I donât think that was a good -âÂ
âFUCK.â You kicked the dashboard with your foot, the glove compartment popping open and spilling its contents onto the car's floor. âHow could you throw my phone out the window like that?â you cried, turning to glare at Rafayel through your tears.Â
He held up his hands defensively. âI panicked, okay? I didnât want you to do something youâd regret later. That was his wife on the phone, not him! What were you going to say to her anyway?âÂ
âI donât know!â you wailed, burying your face in your hands. The high rapidly dissipated, ruined, and replaced by a growing despair. âIâm a horrible person. What am I doing with my life?âÂ
Rafayel sighed and scooted closer, draping an arm lazily around your shaking shoulders. âHey, youâre not a horrible person. Do you want a Xanax?â
âNo, I donât want Xanax! Go get my phone!â
âOkay, okay! Just chill out.â Rafayel moved to open the car door but paused, a muttered curse leaving his mouth before he hurriedly attempted to clean up the drug paraphernalia scattered on the console. Then he turned just in time to have a flashlight shone in his face. In all of your agitation, it appeared that neither of you had noticed the other vehicle that had pulled up.Â
âHi, Tara.â Rafeyel greeted the deputy at the window with a thinly veiled hint of irritation as he shielded his eyes with the back of one hand. âGood to see you.âÂ
Tara looked at him, and then her eyes landed on you and widened slightly, her mouth parting as she put the two of you together. âReally? Youâre back home?âÂ
Tara was only a couple years younger than you, and there was no surprise that this was her chosen profession. You remembered how she used to hang around all the time in high school, staying behind and hoping youâd ask her to hang out to go to a party. Even back then, it was as if you couldnât shake her, the girl pursuing anything and getting into anything she could think of.Â
âSo, uh.â Tara leaned over and peeked into the car, leaning her free hand on the window. Perfectly manicured nails and the same cherry red lipstick; her features and skin soft. âWhat are you guys doing?âÂ
You started to laugh again, unable to resist the odd delight rippling through you. Rafayel tensed, and his lips pressed together as he looked at you in warning.Â
âNothing, officer.â You answered with a grin. âDonât you have more important things to do? Whatâs all we ever did when we came up here?âÂ
Rafayel slapped a hand to his forehead. Tara scoffed and looked around nervously, as if confused as to how you reached the admission you realized shouldnât have slipped out of your mouth so easily. Her sudden lack of boldness reminded you of the faux courage she often displayed when she was younger, which was why you were never that close with her.Â
As long as youâve known Talia, she was the type to call the priest whenever something happened. Even though you partially expected it, you were still on edge seeing Father Sylus walking into the tiny police station with her.Â
You were sitting on a bench with Rafayel, feeling angry and frustrated, and your high completely came down when the two of them walked in. Your head snapped up at the sight of the tall man next to Talia, looking composed and put together while she looked like she had just taken a sleeping pill. It truly was no surprise to see Talia rushing in to rescue Rafayel from whatever trouble he had gotten himself into.Â
âRafayel.â Taliaâs small, five-foot frame was in front of her nephew. âYouâŚâ She rubbed her temples and let out a groan.Â
âSorry, Talia.â He held up his hands, which were cuffed together, a bit of a chuckle leaving his mouth as if he thought this was the most amusing thing that could possibly happen to him.Â
You averted your gaze again, the memory of the kiss burning in your mind, and you couldnât bear to look up. A fresh wave of shame washed over you. Taliaâs exasperated voice faded into the background as your heart pounded.Â
âCome on, letâs get you two out of here,â Talia finally said with a sigh. She turned to Tara, who was seated at the desk nearby. âIâm assuming there wonât be any charges? They were just being stupid, right Tara?âÂ
Tara glanced between you and Rafayel, conflict flickering across her face. You could see the gears turning in her mind, weighing the social capital to be gained by letting this slide versus following protocol. After a tense beat, she sighed and waved a dismissive hand.Â
âYeah, yeah. Come on, letâs go fill out the paperwork.â
Talia nodded curtly and followed Tara out of the room, and an awkward silence descended, thick and lingering, although you couldnât pinpoint the cause of it. You kept your gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum, tracing patterns with your eyes.Â
âHey, Father,â Rafayel said, âWhatâd Talia say when she called you?âÂ
âShe asked for a ride, said she would kill you, and needed someone to perform the last rites.âÂ
Rafayel let out a short laugh at Father Sylusâ dry response, but you remained silent, still unable to bring yourself to look at the priest. Your mind kept replaying that moment - the gentle press of his lips against yours. How could you face him now, after what transpired between you? What would you even say?Â
âRight.â Rafayel hummed, âSuppose I should thank you then. Potentially saving my soul and all that.â He nudged you with his elbow, âAinât that right, bestie?âÂ
âYeah, thanks.â You mumbled, only lifting your head when Tara appeared in front of you to remove the handcuffs from your wrists. Talia moved before her nephew, jingling her car keys before dropping them into his hands.Â
âLetâs get out of here before I change my mind, Rafayel,â She grumbled. He flashed her a cheeky grin but wisely kept his mouth shut this time.Â
âI can take Y/N home.â Father Sylus nodded toward you once you stood and shook out your wrists. Nervously, your eyes flickered to Rafayel, who looked terrified for you for a brief second before mouthing the words, 'Touch his butt.'
A moment later, you found yourself outside the police station next to the priest who had consumed your thoughts since that ill-advised kiss. You shivered in the harsh autumn breeze that cut straight through the light jacket you wore. You risked a brief glance at Father Sylus. He stood without a jacket, radiating heat, and for a moment, you wanted to press against him to feel that warmth.Â
You found your words. âI - I can get home on my own,â you said, a bit harsher than was necessary. âIâm an adult the last time I checked.âÂ
Father Sylus paused at the bottom of the steps and turned around. There wasnât any tension or hesitation in his tone, just like the other night. He was just genuinely inquiring. âHow are you feeling, Y/N?âÂ
Shivering slightly and wrapping your arms around yourself, you looked toward the man and offered a smile. Your voice had the faintest tremor as you tried to joke, âIâve been better.âÂ
Father Sylus glanced at you from the corner of his eye as you fell into step beside him, releasing a little snort at your sarcasm, a gesture that, for some reason, sent a hot rush of awe through you.Â
âThatâs all right, Y/N.â He said with a sad smile. âWe can talk about it later if you want. For now, the important thing is getting you home.â Reflexively, his hand came to rest on the small of your back as he steered you toward the parking lot.
Just the brief caress of his warm hand on your back made your thighs clench. It didnât mean anything, you told yourself, but your stomach churned as the sweet electricity of his touch rushed through you.Â
Stop it, you told yourself. He was just showing you where he had parked. Yet his lingering warmth was flooding your senses. Swallowing thickly, you pinched your brows together and hoped you didnât actually upset him in any way.Â
âShould I be worried?â he asked.Â
âAbout what?âÂ
âThe things youâre into.âÂ
Stopping, a hard lump formed in your throat, and the entire world fell into a hush. The nearly pitch black parking lot of the police station, the night chill, the beautiful priest that just - was he teasing you, now?Â
âAgain. Iâm in my twenties. Weed,â you snapped, emphasizing the last word, âIsnât a big deal.âÂ
His palm felt scorching through your jacket as he closed a hand around the top of your shoulder, squeezing gently.Â
âHey now,â He said, making your breath hitch as you stiffened slightly. âIt was just a question.âÂ
You said nothing, simply sliding into the passenger seat of Father Sylusâs car.
A quiet settled between you two in the car, then. All you could do was look out the window at the dark neighborhood and overanalyze every word, every touch, trying to pinpoint exactly how you felt. But how could you even explain that the man beside you gave you the thrill of wanting to do something terrible? Because there had been a moment with him, something that broke the reality of the relationship the two of you had. It didnât necessarily feel awful, more like an unspoken truth waiting to be expressed.Â
You tried to control your emotions and thought process, registering that you were in front of your house now. Just as you were going to say goodnight and grab the door handle, you heard Father Sylus speak.Â
âI owe you an apology for the other night.â The quiet murmur was easy to miss, but you did everything possible to hang onto the sound. A mix of breath. You looked back at him, trying to catch his eyes in the darkness only illuminated by the porch light from the distance.Â
âI donât want to make things difficult for you.â He continued, âIâd still like for us to talk.âÂ
As tempting as it was to open the car door and leave, the ache in your belly nearly overwhelmed you. A terrible, crushing sense of longing settled in. Knowing where the lines were drew a blank in your mind. Where the hell were you supposed to draw the line? Fuck, was this situation genuine, or just one of opportunity?Â
âCan I ask an inappropriate question, Father?â You choked out, swallowing the lump of anxiety that wound its way around the base of your neck. You watched as he shut the car off.
âWhat is it?â He wasn't looking at you, but the hand still on the wheel tightened slightly.Â
Inhaling deeply, your heart thumped at an aching speed as you murmured your question, your voice beginning to betray how much he affected you. âDo you kiss a lot of girls?âÂ
âI beg your pardon?âÂ
Why the hell did you mean to bring that up? What good would knowing do, even? Right, of course, you would just go ahead and ruin the image of purity - what was the worst that could happen?Â
âWell,â You continued, unable to stop yourself but choosing your words carefully, âYou kissed me. So, do you kiss a lot of girls?âÂ
Father Sylus was quiet for a long, brutal moment. You felt sweat bead on your skin despite the car being cool. Clenching your fists and digging your nails into your palm, you try to brace yourself. You hadnât intended to ask your question so outwardly , but what other way was there to put it?Â
âY/N, youâre trying to minimize our connection,â he said. He took a deep, steadying breath and then rubbed a hand over his brow. âAnd I can ignore it. I can try to pray for the strength to bear it.â
Then, he met your gaze directly. In the light from the porch, you could see how his crimson eyes tore into you, emotion suddenly exposed and bared. For the second time, he had allowed you to glimpse what was hiding under the careful mask he put on.Â
You almost flinched as he touched your knee, his tone dropping. âBut I wonât diminish it.âÂ
You found yourself falling, then, into those wounded eyes. You slid your hand forward and set it over his, the heat from the simple touch making you feel like you had touched an ember.Â
Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned across the center console to kiss him, slow and sweet.Â
Please donât push me away.
For a moment, you feel his surprise. However, just before you pull away, he pulls you forward, one warm hand sliding up your back and the other threading through your hair gently, reverently.
You moan softly into his mouth, and his grip tightens slightly. He deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth. You lose yourself in the feel of his lips on yours, his hands on your body.
The gentleness he handles you with stokes the fire within you, warming you from the inside and slowly turning into a fever. You long for him to hold you tightly, to show you he wanted you too - you need that affirmation.Â
Then his lips grazed the shell of your ear, voice husky and warm. âYouâre far too close for your own good.âÂ
What sort of torment was this? All these words hung in the air that you wanted to say, but none came to your mind except for -Â
âFuck me,â you rasped. Your face felt hot as the words spilled from your lips, driven by the intensity of your want. âPlease, I -âÂ
He silenced you with his mouth, capturing your lips again. His kiss is no less intense and consuming but maintains a level of restraint that a part of you hoped was rapidly crumbling. Your hands move on their own accord, reaching for his belt.Â
A hand on your wrist stops you before you can go any further, his skin like silk against the pounding pulse point of your wrist. It was a heavyweight, slowly making its way up to where your heart was beating wildly.Â
Heâs looking directly into your eyes when he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.Â
âNo here, sweetheart.â His voice is feather-light as he speaks. âNot like this.âÂ
While he let go of your wrist, something unseen held you in place. But it was only momentarily before the horror of what you had tried to do crashed over you.Â
âOh, fuck, Iâm so sorry, I - what the fuck am I doing?âÂ
With the state you were in, it wouldnât take much for the well of tears to come. Unable to look at him, you unlocked the car door and pushed it open, nearly tripping on your feet as you stumbled onto the pavement.Â
You didnât look back, fearing falling apart, and slammed the door shut.Â
Rather than going through the front door, you circled the house and went up the back porch through the kitchen. Once inside, you walked past your dad in the living room, who was sleeping on the couch with the television blaring and a near-empty bottle of beer within armâs reach.Â
You went into the bathroom in the hallway, shut and locked the door, then slid down onto the cold tile.Â
The rejection shouldnât have hurt as much as it did. No, this was different. Something deep inside, something raw and fiery, made the ache grow exponentially. It was the memory of the touch, the intoxicating mixture of scents.Â
Anger clawed its way to the surface because you couldnât even wrap your head around what you felt. How pathetic, how foolish, how humiliating.Â
Clutching the sides of your head, you let out a scream, frustration causing your body to shake.Â
You wanted so badly to disappear.Â
Did God have a sense of humor or something?Â
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Sir;; CYJ
Word Count;;Â 2.7k
Genre;;Â Smut, E2Ls
Pairing;;Â Yeonjun x Fem!Reader
Summary;;
Youâre at your wits end when it comes to your bossâs spoiled son. Beyond the point of formalities and long past niceties, itâs high time the tension between the two of you finds some form of release.
Request;;
@light164star asked: hard!dom yeonjun is very much welcomeâŚ
Warnings;;
Smut, Enemies to Enemies That Fuck, Reader is a higher-up in the company but Yeonjun is the CEO's son, exhibitionism but lowkey, office sex, kinda hate sex? kinda rough, brat taming?, Reader thinks she's a dom butâŚ, Dom!Yeonjun, biting and clawing, ass slapping, pussy slapping, face slapping (jk), vaginal fingering, mild humiliation, orgasm denial. There are no safe words or the likes â itâs fiction lol.
Notes;;
Writing Yeonjun brings out the worst in me :) yet somehow I still wasnât able to summon forth a really hard dom. I just donât have it in me I guess. Coming back to edit this several months later and I gotta say, I love this Reader!
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âI bet you like that.â
Gaze darting to Yeonjun and his overconfident smirk, your lips press into a firm line. Heâs made a habit of getting on your nerves as of late, knowing full well you can't retaliate without repercussions. His status affords him unwarranted respect, allowing him to run rampant in your life. Day in and day out, he's a menace. It takes all your willpower not to give him a piece of your mind right here and now but instead you fix your posture. Sitting a little taller, you clear your throat. Everyoneâs eyes are on you. You canât let him get under your skin.Â
âAs I was saying, theyâre slamming us with these accusations. Our reputation canât handle it. Any suggestions?â
Silence.Â
âNot a single idea? I didnât realise we were paying you to be slack-jawed buffoons,â you seethe, slamming your presentation binder shut.Â
âW-well, maybe we could release a different scandal as a distraction?â
You roll your eyes. âAnyone else?â
"Why not throw some money at them until they shut up?"
âOr run a smear campaign on them."
"Boooring," Yeonjun sighs, spinning in his chair. "Might as well tell my father to declare bankruptcy at this rate."
"Well, please enlighten us since you're obviously teeming with ideas."
"Sure, but you're not going to like it."
"What a surprise." You tap your pen against the table. "Spit it out."
"For years now their CEO has been eye-fucking you. I say we wrap you in a little bow andâ"
âWhy are you even here?â Scathing hot words match the intense heat spreading across your nape like wildfire. âCan't you laze about somewhere else? This is a meeting for professionals, not kids playing adult.â
If a pin dropped, you'd hear it. No one dares breathe. There's a tumultuous air between you and Yeonjun, and your subordinates are stuck in the middle. Examining the presentation notes with newfound interest, not a single one of them has the balls to meet your eyes.Â
Aside from Yeonjun, of course. He can't seem to look away. His lips curl up into a devilish smile as he leans forward, the table squeaking as he rests his elbows upon it. With a quirk of the brow, he tilts his head and chuckles. A part of you relishes in his reaction, eager to push his buttons at any given opportunity.
"Everyone, out. I expect a full report as well as viable solutions before the day's end," you say, the finality in your tone biting.Â
The room can't empty fast enough. Papers jostle and sing as they're shoved into briefcases. Chairs groan in relief with every new departure. Within seconds you're alone with your boss's son, the bane of your existence. You wait with an impatient frown for him to follow the crowd.Â
His dark eyes bore into you. Like a beast on the prowl, he doesn't let you out of his sight as he closes the door. A gentle breeze squeezes through before metal seals against metal. It's much colder without the extra bodies inside. You shudder.Â
"Do you need something, Yeonjun?"Â
"Isn't that"âthe door locks with a loud clackâ"Mr. Choi to you?"Â
"I don't respect positions given through nepotism."
Even louder than the lock is the thud of his shoes as he approaches you. Shoving a chair out of his way, he navigates the mess left behind from the meeting with ease. Paper crumples underfoot but he doesn't pause. There's a storm brewing; it flashes through the cracks of his smooth exterior.Â
Once he stands between you and the desk, going so far as pushing your chair back with his heel, he pulls out his phone. The glass walls tint. While you can look out, the rest of the workplace can no longer see in. Just swell. You huff, crossing your arms while you wait for him to rant and whine then finally leave.Â
"Shouldn't you call me⌠sir?"
"Shouldn't you, I don't know, earn that right?"Â
He scoffs. "I do plenty around here."
"Plenty of nothing is still nothing. Unless you have something important to say, make yourself scarce. Some of us actually have to work."
It strikes a nerve and God does it feel good. His nostrils flare as he nods, forcing a smile onto his much too pretty face. You return it, though you imagine it is more akin to a smirk. Which would explain why the veins in his neck are bulging. Indulging in the moment, you watch his Adam's apple bob up and down in an angry little dance.Â
"I'm not leaving until you call me 'Sir'."
Pulled from your entertaining reverie, youâre face-to-face with his overwhelming audacity.Â
"Then I'll leave," you snap, his persistence eating away at your patience. The back of your chair slams against the wall. Standing much too quickly, you break into his space with a well-placed leg lodged between his spread thighs, "because I'll never call you 'sir'."
His legs close around you. Unable to flee, youâre stuck within his intoxicating close proximity. The ticking of the clock subsides and all that remains is the thrum of your racing heart. You gulp down your anxiety before straightening your shoulders in an act of composure. His hands trace up the length of your arms, leaving electricity in their wake. When his tongue peeks out from between gleaming teeth, your resolve weakens.Â
Yeonjun is going to be the death of you.Â
"That sounds like a challenge," he coos. Trapping your jaw in a tight grip, his fingers burn hotter than the flood of warmth rolling through your system. His lips brush against yours as he leans forward. The delectable scent of his cologne clouds your senses. It's dizzying. "Should we bet on it?"
It would be easy to push him away, perhaps even slap him (once for his arrogance then again for good measure), and yetâŚÂ
"If I win you have to be a good little boy andâ âhis eyes narrowâ "do your job from now on."
"And when I win you will call me Sir in <i>and</i> out of the bedroom."
Scoffing, your tone drips with incredulity, "When you winâ"
The words are smothered by the press of his lips against yours. Your mind races as he unzips your skirt but when it drops past your thighs he abandons it, focusing his attention elsewhere and leaving you to wrestle the tight fabric the rest of the way. His fingers entangle in your hair as you shimmy your legs and kick the skirt onto the floor. Nails scrape along your scalp, a biting sting left behind as he yanks your head back. You whimper from the roughness of his touch, ravenous and angry, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue tastes like apple as it toys with yours.Â
Eyes squeezed shut, the first smack comes out of nowhere. Tantalising pain blossoms across your arse. The second earns a soft yelp. He swallows the sound. You were unaware of how tight his hold on your hair was until itâs gone, leaving a lingering ache in its place. Tracing the curve of your cheek, he wipes away the tears before they spill. Itâs tender, much more gentle than you thought him capable of, but it doesnât last. Another strike against your raw flesh leaves you trembling. Clinging to his shirt, your hands ball up in fists as he massages your skin.
You break the kiss to glare at him. A coy smirk twists his lips and desire blazes in his eyes. He possesses an intensity youâve never known. Itâs all-consuming. Unable to hold his stare, you look toward the door. Still locked. Biting your bottom lip, you watch as members of your team walk past, oblivious to the sin taking place just beyond the darkened glass.Â
Yet you canât shake the thought of being caught,Â
canât escape how it ignites a fire in your core,Â
canât stop your cunt from clenching in anticipation.Â
âAnything you want to say?âÂ
âYes, actually,â you say with a chuckle, ignoring logic in pursuit of pleasure. Overheated, your mind is an incoherent jumble. You know you should end this before it devolves into something you canât stop but thereâs a carnal urge within you. Desperate to be stung, you kick the hornetâs nest. âYouâre as inadequate as a lover as you are an employee.â
Tilting your chin back toward him, he groans when you refuse to look him in the eye. âGod, Iâm going to ruin you.â
âIâd like to see you try.â
Thereâs no real bite behind your words. Theyâre hollow just like your promise to remain professional around your bossâs fucking son. How much of a horny idiot does one have to be to get involved with Yeonjun of all people? A fresh wave of embarrassment explodes throughout your body. This is career suicide, so why are you guiding his hand under your skirt while your tongue grazes his jaw?
âI knew you were a freak,â he purrs into your ear, the baritone of his voice eliciting a shudder.Â
âLuckily for me, so are you.â
With little grace he flips you around and pushes you down on the table. It shakes and creaks as he follows close behind, lowering himself until your bodies meet. Lifting your leg onto his back, his hips thrust against yours. The friction is electrifying. Though the sensation is minimal, it is just enough to leave you wanting. Â
Animalistic, you claw at his shirt. Buttons fly free before hitting the table with sharp taps. His shirt opens to reveal a toned chest. His expression morphs into that of a smirk, confidence oozing from his sparkling eyes. Itâs enough to halt your admiration â you donât intend to boost his overinflated ego. With a glower you run your nails down his torso. Red streaks decorate his skin.Â
âAt this rate you'll be calling me âsirâ,â you sigh, feigning disinterest. Itâs all in vain as your body follows in tandem to the slow grind of his hips.Â
âWhat a wild imagination you have.â
Gripping both of your wrists within one large hand, he pins your arms above your head. He doesnât hold back. His lips latch onto your neck and he sucks on the skin until you whine. Tantalising and deliberate, he grinds against your cunt one last time before rising to his knees. Your body instinctively lifts, eager to bask in his warmth longer, and you have to dip your head away to hide your shame.Â
âKeep your eyes on me.âÂ
Thereâs a sternness in his tone that has you faltering. Hesitantly you turn back to him for a mere second before giving up, choosing to watch how the office is carrying on without you. A mistake, you realise too late, as Yeonjun slaps your pussy. Fire blossoms in your gut. You clench around nothing, your toes curling. He slaps the sensitive area again and you squirm in his grasp, an indignant mewl passing through your parted lips.Â
âLook at me.â
Your gaze snaps to him. Magnetised, you canât look away. Once more he slaps your cunt, mouthing something about you being a bad girl. The pain is delicious â shocking and intense. It sets your nerves ablaze. Back rising off the table, you arch toward him. The contact you expect doesnât come; instead youâre greeted with the harsh nipping of his teeth. He clamps down on your breast, biting hard to combat how your bra shields you. Never one to make things easy, you fall away from him. Your breast slides free of his mouth without much fight but the clothing is another story.Â
As you drop thereâs a snap. Like a small whip, one of your bra straps licks your back in an angry assault. You wince as it lashes your bare skin. After taking a moment to catch your breath and clear your mind, you allow your teary eyes to reopen. His chest heaves as he snickers around your clothing. He doesnât let go, tugging on your shirt until it stretches.Â
âBastard!â you growl, baring your teeth.Â
Spitting the fabric out, he releases your wrists and licks his lips. âHush now. Iâll buy my little honey a new one. Would you like that?â
âYouâre damn right you will!â
His nails tickle your stomach, trailing up your chest to toy with the collar of your shirt. The material constricts around you as he lifts you with one hand. All teeth and tongue, he kisses you, stealing your breath until you manage to break away. Head lolling to the side, you transfer your whole weight into his hold, ignoring how your shirt digs into your back.Â
He tuts. âWhere are your manners?âÂ
When he lets go, the table wobbles as your body slams down upon it. Pens clatter to the floor. Your pained irritation warps into a wide-eyed shock when he drags his fingers up your thigh before pushing your panties aside. Two fingers slip into your soaked cunt. Gasping loud enough to be heard by anyone outside the door, panic chokes you. When you glance out and see no one nearby, the churning within your gut slows. Your heart stammers in your chest. This isn't like you. What the hell are you doing?
Unceremoniously fast and rough, he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet pussy. Squelching reaches your ears. Red hot embarrassment has you whimpering beneath him. He smirks against your skin, breath warm against your collarbone. He massages your clit with his thumb and you canât stop your body from reacting. Lightning quick you clamp a hand over your mouth to silence your strangled moan before you alert the whole office to his lewd actions.
âMy pretty little slut is making a mess all over my fingers,â he taunts, using said fingers to scissor you open. âYouâre going to drip onto the table at this rate.â
"Sh-shut up," you pant.Â
"Still so rude. Shall I stop?"
When he pauses, you whine. Itâs not your proudest moment but you yearn for him. Your body craves his touch, your mind desires his taunts. Clenching around his fingers, your pussy begs for him, something the rational part of your mind still refuses to do. Itâs only a matter of time before you break, however. Thoughts of his cock driving deep and fast into your needy cunt squashes the remainder of your willpower.
âIf you want something, use those pretty little lips and beg for it.â
You glare at him out of pride but comply nonetheless. âPlease.â
âMaybe,â he hums, pumping his fingers twice before pulling out completely, âyou should try harder.â
Youâre empty without his touch. Itâs shameful how quick you fell to him, how easily you crumbled to his whims. You could end it all here and nowâtell him to get to work and walk outâbut thatâd be like quitting. Even losing is better than quitting, at least thatâs what you tell yourself as you grab his belt buckle. Within seconds itâs on the floor. It isnât until youâre yanking his pants down that he halts your actions.Â
Always so condescending, he chides you. âNot so fast, princess. You havenât earned it.â
Lips forming a small pout, you huff. A lazy smirk crosses his features and he coos, tapping your nose. Every inch of your being burns with indignation. You should leave, you know you should, but thereâs a part of you thatâs loving it. Loving how he belittles you, loving how he takes control. Thereâs no denying how wet you are from the mere notion of submitting. Abandoning the last of your sensibility you relent.Â
âPlease, sir,â you whimper, the words foreign on a tongue so used to taking charge, âI need your cock. No⌠no one else will do, I need you.â
He sighs, the sound mocking everything youâve ever stood for, and cradles your face. The triumphant grin adorning his near-perfect face only serves to wound your pride further. Thereâs a sparkle in his eyes that spells trouble. Gloating, he leans down to your level, his mere presence warming your skin in anticipation.
âThen get on your knees and work for it.â
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Russingon being an incestuous couple is so fucking interesting to me for what it represents narratively. (Yes, I know they are not canonically a couple. No, I do not care, because I do believe the coding is on purpose. Even if itâs accidental, itâs still there.)
If you donât have a lot of experience with incest in other fiction (for example: the staple gothic horror), incest usually represents deviance. Thatâs just what it says on the tin: diverting from norms. Usually in a bad way. Deviance can be narratively treated as bad or wrong, and there is plenty of deviance from our meta societal norms with these two, but I digress. I donât want to talk about that today.
I want to talk about subversion, and the deviance that is sometimes good, actually, and the message that sometimes you must break norms to do good.
[PS guys if you read all this and want to add your thoughts please do! This is kind of half-baked and Iâd love to see more opinions because Iâve not seen anyone talk about this much.]
They are so fucking fascinating, because they are deviant! They are! Their entire relationship is baffling politically because of the FinwĂŤan house feuds. More importantly, they have individual deviances that this relationship is telling you to pick up on.
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Maedhros is a Kinslayer. Maedhros is also arguably the most heroic one of his siblings.
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No, we canât burn the ships. How the fuck are we gonna get Fingon over here?
No, I have to go parley with Morgoth.
I have to abdicate the crown because Iâm becoming something I donât want to be.
No, I have to put myself in front of everyone else. I have to hold Himring so the rest of Beleriand doesnât get nuked.
I have to summon everyone for the Nirnaeth.
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And then after Fingon dies in the Nirnaeth, Maedhros (as we all know) goes fully off the railsâwhich is to say, he becomes fully FĂŤanorian. He goes back to the norm for his family.
There are more Kinslayings. He tries once to save two twin children, and thatâs it. He gives up. There is no more hope. Maglor is responsible for taking in the next set. Maglor also wants to beg the Valar for forgiveness, and maybe Maedhros wouldâve seen the sense in that once, but instead he becomes the second coming of his father and dies burning, clutching onto his Oath.
The deviance from FĂŤanorian standards was the only thing keeping him from becoming a monster for all that time.
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Fingon is also (very likely) a Kinslayer. Heâs also the family extrovert and hope incarnate.
Unlike Aredhel and Turgon, he does not seclude himself for his own protection. He does the opposite.
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No, we canât just stay here in Aman. We need to protect the other half of our people??
No, we actually have to get Maedhros. Fine, Iâll do it myself then. Iâll reach out to the gods while Iâm at it, since none of you will.
Of course weâre going to join every battle. Of course weâre going to help hold down Beleriand.
If I have to face evil alone I suppose I will, then.
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And he dies when heâs alone against those Balrogs. Fingon is also like his father in many waysâbut in some ways he is not. He is brighter, sometimes. He is hope incarnate in the worst of places.
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Iâm far from the first person to acknowledge that what Maedhros and Fingon have going on is a very strong message to never give up hope. But likeânot just that. What kills me is that, you know, the hope and the heroism and the goodness is the deviance.
They like each other while most of the Noldor are off getting doomed or fighting with their relatives. You get to those little bits where it mentions Maedhros and Fingon still keeping up their friendship and you kind of have to think âdamn, at least some people still genuinely love each other in the midst of all this horror.â Itâs sweet. And yet itâs deviant.
And thatâs weird, right? Usually deviance is bad. But I think here itâs more neutral. Just presented as: this is not the common option, not the norm. Itâs not the common option, but it leads to one of the kinder relationships in the Silm.
The Silm wants you, the reader, to take away that you should have hope and goodness, even when everything around you is hell. Even when it is the hard option. When it becomes hardest to hold up light and help others, that is when itâs needed most.
It will be scary sometimes to be hopeful, and thatâs okay. It will be scary to extend yourself. It will be scary to trust and to defend others. Thatâs okay. Do it fucking scared and keep doing it.
#incest was prob the weirdest way to do this message so idk if I think thereâs authorial intent here#but. itâs still fun to read into subtext and pick apart the book#silmarillion#russingon#maedhros#fingon#this was like a little puzzle for me#I spent so long thinking about Fingon because heâs not as clear cut#these two are so deeply compelling. why are you like this guys#if thereâs typos ignore them Iâm Eepy#Iâve tried to make sure there are no egregious ones but knowing me I forgot an important word somewhere#btw if I start seeing arguments about incest morality please read the room. this is not about that#essay tag
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Hello all, and welcome to the first chapter of Momento Mori!! I hope you are all excited for this new AU, I know Solâď¸ and I are very excited to be sharing this with you all. We will be posting chapters weekly and hopefully we will be able to keep on top of the workload ahaha. We will update you if this does change.
Also an overall disclaimer that this story will involve violence, gore, swearing, abuse, SA, death, non-con, family trauma, parental abuse, dead dove: do not eat, just a lot of bad things, please inform us if we have missed anything and we will add it. (We will not be adding this to every chapter, only if we think one needs some extra disclaimers, or if it going to be very bad, we will let you know. We will have a full disclaimer list on the masterlist when it gets posted.)
Also also, this work is purely fictional, based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters and no hate to the men who served in WW2.
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Chapter One: The Plan
âDo you hear me, soldier?â The Lieutenant bent forward as he screamed in Samâs face, as if she couldnât hear him.Â
She tried her best to not recoil from him as his salvia landed on her cheek. Sam wondered what her father would say this time, another infringement in just one week. Surely, he would have some choice words for her, when doesnât he?Â
Sam couldnât believe she spent her whole life trying to please that sorry excuse for a man. God, everything she had ever done had been for him.Â
The tall woman thought she was finally earning the praise she so desired when he suggested she join the army. All for it to be about him and not her. God, how could she have been so foolish, constantly trying to please that man.Â
Well now she had woken up, and Sam was angry. The blonde woman would not beg anymore, she was better than that. She would not let him treat her like she was gum on the bottom of his shoe.Â
âDonât make me repeat myself!â Lieutenant Jones boomed.Â
âYes, sir.â Sam yelled back, looking past the man.Â
âThe General will be hearing about this, Jackson.â She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.Â
âGet your pack and get your ass moving, Jackson. I donât want to see you back here until you are throwing up all over your boots!â Sam bit her tongue to keep from spitting back a retort, things were going to plan so far, she didnât need her temper getting the best of her now.  Â
âYes, sir!â Sam yelled, turning to grab her gear, hauling the heavy pack onto her back and slinging the gun over her shoulder.Â
The girl moved quickly out of the barracks into the open expanse of ground that the base covered. She ran down the road into the open field, heading towards the woods at the furthest end of the territory. She couldnât help the smirk that pulled to her lips.Â
Everything was falling perfectly into place.Â
Samâs punishment had purpose, she had intentionally been sloppy all day; her bed wasnât made, her uniform incorrect, she spoke back brazenly to her superiors, it all had snowballed to this moment.Â
The blonde needed the punishment to be bad enough to get a full pack run, but it was harder than she thought. Sam had tried earlier in the week, but falling from the top of the class to the bottom was hard. She had made a name for herself for being the best of the best and so the officers turned a blind eye to her misdoings, thinking she was just having an off day.Â
But when she kept up the behaviour for the second week, the officers started to notice. Sam noted that was the first time she had ever been yelled at like that by an officer.Â
It wasnât her first time being scolded, Samâs father didnât join the military for nothing. She had only ever known him as a cold strict man, she had never seen him smile once, not for her anyway.Â
Sam didnât see her father often though, Robert was a busy man and didnât make time for his daughter. Â
Isolated from a young age, Sam often was alone. Her own mother didnât even make time for her, all Sam was to them was an accessory. She could count the times on one hand the amount of instances they were all together as a family.Â
After her mother and father divorced, most families would fight over taking custody of their child, for Sam, she was forgotten about entirely.
Samanthaâs legs moved faster carrying her towards the back fence, she checked her watch 1300hrs on the dot. She made it to the fence, slinging her pack off her back and sliding it through the cut hole at the bottom, she pushed it through to the other slide, following after it on her belly.Â
She got to her feet brushing the dust from her clothes and bag before putting it on her back again. The girl needed to move away from the compound before she was spotted by one of the patrolling guards.Â
If she had timed it right no one would realise she had disappeared, the next guard wasnât due until 1330 and her Lieutenant wouldnât be expecting her back for another hour.Â
Woods surrounded the base, the dense brush hiding the whole facility. Sam slipped further into the bush, making her way towards the only main road close to the base.Â
Before emerging from the bushes she redressed into more casual clothes, she didnât need her whole attire to scream, âHey look over here, Iâve just deserted and Iâm running away!â
Sam stood on the side of the road, scanning up and down for one lone car.Â
âJesus Christ, whatâs taking him so long?â Sam muttered to herself checking her watch for the millionth time. He was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago, if he wasnât here soon she would have to move to plan B, and plan B was not her favourite.Â
Sam sighed, her foot tapping impatiently on the tarmac. Screeching tires pulled her gaze down the street again.Â
âFinally!â She said exasperatedly.
The girl watched the car zig-zag down the road. The man who was coming to pick up some army goods she had stolen for him was now careening down the street towards her.Â
Why she used Craigslist she didnât know but she was desperate for money and he seemed to be the only buyer interested in her items she had put up for sale, and he was offering her top dollar for it.Â
Sam needed enough money to get her out of state and at least a few meals, then she was going to change her name and start a new life, one where she wasnât tied to her horrible family or past.Â
But now this guy was swerving all over the road, Sam watched the car speed from one side to the other. Everytime the car looked like it was just about to fly off the side of the street it swerved back onto the other side again.Â
âFucking hell, what is this crazy motherfucker doing?â Sam shook her head. The car never slowed as it came closer to her, in fact it seemed as if it was speeding up the nearer it got.Â
âHey, slow down!â She called, not thinking it would actually do anything, he couldnât hear her yells from outside the vehicle. The car was heading towards her now, full speed, not looking like it was about to stop.Â
âFuck!â Sam screamed, leaping out of the path of the oncoming vehicle.Â
She watched the events play in slow motion, the car screeched past her ploughing through the exact spot she stood only moments before. Sam crashed to the ground, her eyes never leaving the car as it sped past her.Â
The blonde lay on the grass panting as the car smashed into the line of trees that bordered the road. Sam winced watching the collision, the whole front of the car imploded on impact with the trunks, the car halved in size. The whole front bonnet was now in the driver's seat.Â
âOh my fucking god!â Sam got to her feet running over to the smoking vehicle. She rounded the car to the front, the driverâs top half was sprawled across the bonnet, unmoving.Â
The man clearly wasnât wearing a seatbelt, his whole body impaled with glass, the pool of blood quickly spreading around him.Â
Sam hesitated, she didnât know what made her pause, her hand outstretched ready to check the responsiveness of the driver. But she didnât want to touch him for some reason, he seemed off, everything about this situation seemed odd.Â
She slung the gun from her shoulder, extending it forward, Sam gently nudged the man with the barrel of her weapon. The man didnât move or react, so she tried again but harder.Â
âHey! Dude!â Sam called to him, trying to rouse him from his unconscious state. The manâs shoulders rose and fell, was he breathing? Sam couldnât tell. She stepped closer again, eyes trained on the driver.Â
âSir?â She uttered under her breath.Â
The manâs head shot up, his bloodshot eyes staring into hers. Sam stumbled backwards, the sudden movement from the person made her heart drop. A strangled groan or gasp left the manâs lips, it didnât sound human, almost animal-like.Â
Feral.Â
Sam out of instinct raised her gun again, but it wasnât loaded, all of the ammo she had was neatly tucked away in her pack.Â
The driverâs eye never left hers, but he began to move. Surely all of his limbs were broken or injured, but the man wrangled his arms back to his sides. His movements were sharp and jerky, Sam had never seen someone move like that before. A loud crack nearly made her gag as she watched the man move his backwards leg back into place.Â
âWhat the actual fuck!â She whispered under her breath. She took small steps back from the car, trying not to alert the man of her current escape.Â
Ragged breathing from the driver grew louder, she watched in horror as he lifted himself off the bonnet, a long piece of glass from the windshield halted his movement forward. Samâs eye bulged as the man pushed himself up, removing himself from the glass that was slicing into his flesh, fresh blood pooled underneath him. Questions flooded through Samâs head but a louder voice spoke over them.Â
âRUN!â Her mind screamed at her to move, but she stayed planted in place, watching the driver.Â
In that same moment the man had gotten himself free, by the time Sam looked up again at him, he was standing in front of the wreckage. He jolted forward in a gurgling roar, Sam didnât look back as she sprinted her way through the trees.Â
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and ragged breaths spilled from her lips. She ran as fast as she could from him. He pursued her quickly and she could hear his rabid noises following her through the trees.Â
Sam darted and weaved through the branches, hoping that the uneven terrain would slow down her pursuer. The wire fence came into view, if she crawled back she could hold him off and get some assistance, it was nearly time for patrol so there would be someone in the field that she could call over.Â
Sam threw her pack off her shoulder, pushing it through the cut in the fence as she had only done moments before. The footfalls of the rabid man grew closer, his snarls and screaming sending shivers up her spine. Sam used her boot to shove her bag under the fence, but it was stuck. Her now entrance to safety was blocked by the bulky army bag. Her urgency rose even further as the man was so close she could see him charging through the trees in the distance. Sam kicked harder, using both of her feet, looking over her shoulder constantly to find the man coming closer and closer with each passing second.Â
âFucking hell!â Sam cried, willing the bag to just move at her effort, âPlease!â She begged, putting her full strength into her legs.Â
The rabid man now almost to the fence as well, growled loudly making his presence known. The bag came free moving from the hole, Sam moved quickly sliding under the wire as well, not wanting to look back at how close he had come to catching her.Â
The girl got to her feet moving back from the fence as the man charged at full speed, never slowing. The driver launched himself at Sam, arms stretched wide, jaw hanging agape. She had never seen anything like it, no person has ever acted this way.Â
The rabid man didnât get very far in his attack, the chain link stopping him in his path, he ricocheted backwards landing in a heap on the ground. But much to Samâs surprise he was back on his feet in no time, clawing and yanking at the barrier between them.     Â
âHey, you!â A loud voice called from behind her, pulling her eyes from the crazy driver that gurgled and groaned. A guard walked towards her, his hand on his hip, ready to draw at any second. She raised her hands to show she meant no harm.Â
âSir, I can explain.â She replied breathlessly, but the guard's attention was drawn away from her as the driver roared loudly.Â
They both turned to see the man had found his way under the fence, he clawed at the ground ferociously.Â
Sam cringed, she could see from here the manâs fingernails ripping away from his flesh.Â
Before she could even warn the guard, the driver had wiggled his way in. The driver leapt like he did before when he was coming after Sam, but this time there was nothing stopping his attack, the guard didnât even have time to draw his weapon.Â
The rabid manâs body crashed into the guards tackling them to the ground. Sam stepped back towards the fence. The driver baring his teeth, teared into the guardâs neck, blood spurting from the carotid artery that he had found so easily.Â
The guard wailed in pain, trying to get the man off him. More voices sounded from across the field; the man's screams of pain had alerted the other guards.
Sam watched, her back pressed against the fence, as the driver lifted his head. The man stood focussing on the guards approaching, standing over the man who clutched at his neck choking breaths leaving his mouth.Â
The driver once more sprinted towards the guards who came closer, but Sam didnât need to see the rest, she had to get out of there. Once again she slid under the chain link fence, tugging her bag through with her.Â
Sam ran quickly back to the road, her gun bouncing over her shoulder. She examined the car but it was completely totaled, she wouldnât be able to drive it anywhere. The girl didnât waste any time, she swung open the back doors, noting nothing of use.Â
âGuess its plan fucking B then.â Â
Authors note:
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#band of brothers#hbo war#easy company#hbowar#david webster#joe liebgott#joseph liebgott#lewis nixon#band of brothers#eugene roe#Samantha Jackson#BoB AU#Sol and Esra's AU#my oc#zombie AU#zombie apocalypse#zombie apocolypse au#do we like?#is it so fun so fresh?
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Did Gru take parenting lessons from Peter B? Why did he take a baby with him on a dangerous mission? đ
#what's up with fictional fathers doing this all the time#don't do this y'all#also i just noticed both of their wives are redheads and so are their babies#despicable me 4#across the spiderverse#peter b parker#gru#mayday parker#gru jr#spider man across the spider verse#Spiderverse
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THREE WEEKS & THREE DAYS - P.SH
pairing. best friend's ex!sunghoon x reader
genre. best friend's ex au, halloween au, smut, angst (if you squint).
word count. 12.2k+
warnings. alcohol consumption, drug usage, partying, driving under the influence, toxic relationships, themes of divorce, brief mention of physical abuse, smut [car sex, use of handcuffs, oral, praise kink/dirty talk, creampie]
summary. a stressful night at a Halloween party has you seeking comfort from the last person you should be involved with â your best friend's ex.
a/n. HIGHLY HIGHLY inspired by season 2 episode 1 of euphoria! this is a work of pure fiction and is NOT a reflection of how i view the members. despite writing this story, i DO NOT condone the dangerous choices the characters in this fic make and DO NOT encourage others to do so! read at your own discretion. also, very special thanks to @zreamy for beta-reading this for me!!
When you were six, you spent Halloween night lying on a hospital bed dressed as Hannah Montana.
Everything happened so fast; one moment, you were trick-or-treating with your father and younger sister while scarfing down a Snickers bar for the first time (a king-sized one at that), and the next, your dad was rushing you to the hospital in a panic, tears in his eyes as he encouraged you to stay awake in the backseat.
By the time youâd arrived at the hospital, your body had gone completely limp, and your father struggled to carry both you and your younger sister into the hospital lobby. From what you can remember, it was like a scene from a movie: seeing your dad cry for the first time, being wheeled into an unfamiliar bright room on a mobile bed, all while dressed as your favorite popstar.
The scariest part of the night was shortly after arriving at the hospital and catching a glimpse of your reflection, not recognizing the person staring back at you. The blonde wig and blue eye contacts were to be expected, but the swollen face and half-lidded eyes were another. Had you been able to breathe (let alone talk), you likely wouldâve given your sister a classic Halloween jumpscare.
Your mother had arrived only a few minutes after you did, yelling at your father loud enough to have the hospital staff threaten to kick her out. âYou forgot she was allergic to peanuts?! Where was her fucking EpiPen?!â
Your dad sighed, running a hand across his face, âI forgot to pick it up. Iâve been busy withâŚyou know.â
She scoffs, âYou donât think Iâve been busy too?! Especially now that we have to meet with the divorce lawyer once a week?!â
Your ears perk up at that, âDivorce?â
You hadnât known much about the true meaning of divorce, except that itâs something your friendâs parents had gone through, and now he gets two of everything. Two birthdays, two Christmases, two lives. So simple yet so perfect, what child wouldnât dream of that?
Your parents, who hadnât even known you were awake, silence themselves immediately. Tears quickly form in your motherâs eyes as she realizes theyâd been caught, trying their best to keep the news of their divorce as quiet as possible, waiting for the right moment to explain to you and your sister, Yuna, the real meaning of it, and how different your lives would be.
It dawns on them that thereâs no point trying to keep this secret any longer. You were a smart kid, it was probably only a matter of time before you found out on your own, anyway.Â
All in one night, you managed to survive a near-death experience, only to be followed by the news of your parentsâ divorce. And somehow, at twenty-three years old, watching Lee Heeseung flirt with random girls at a Halloween party is much worse than everything you experienced that cursed night in 2007.
âCan you at least pretend that youâre having a good time?!â You can barely hear Minjeong over how loud the music is, her words fading in and out as you take a sip from your cup.
âI am having a good time, isnât it obvious?â you reply, showing Minjeong your best fake smile.
Grinning, Minjeong shakes her head at you. âNot at all. Here, need a refill?â
Without waiting for your response, Minjeong hops off the kitchen counter and snatches the red solo cup in your hand. You donât bother protesting, sighing as you rest your weight against the marble countertop, while she adds a mix of different ingredients to your cup.
When sheâs not looking, you tilt your head in the direction of the living room, hoping to get a glance at Heeseung through the sea of drunken college students.
The only word that can be used to describe your relationship with Heeseung is âunfortunateâ. You were together for six months, and spent most of the time fighting, making up, and having sex. It was a relentless, tiresome cycle you allowed yourself to succumb to just for the sake of not having to be alone.
Most of the arguments would start with you questioning Heeseungâs loyalty, growing suspicious upon seeing his username pop up in the likes section of random girls on social media. In hindsight, it seems like a silly thing to get upset over. The entire purpose of social media was to connect and interact with others anyway, but, why was it always girls? And why would these girls suddenly start watching your stories?
Breaking up with him was harder than you couldâve imagined, and youâre sure you wouldnât have been able to do it without Minjeong by your side, encouraging you through the entire process.Â
The aftermath was embarrassingly excruciating. For two weeks, you locked yourself in your bedroom and fell into a cycle of sleeping and crying, occasionally taking breaks to eat or use the restroom. At one point, your phone spent a full forty-eight hours without being turned on at all, causing your loved ones to panic upon not being able to get ahold of you.
Slowly but surely you managed to build yourself back up, finally starting to feel like your old self when Heeseung suggested the two of you get back together.
You were hesitant, of course, telling Heeseung you were willing to work things out if he can prove to you heâs changed and ready to be the loyal, doting boyfriend he shouldâve been from the start.
So no, youâre not together. But youâre also not not together. Itâs confusing.
A football player is blocking your view of Heeseung (dressed as a cowboy), you have to stand on your tip-toes to catch a glimpse of him talking to â wait, who is that?
âPatrick would not stand for this.â Minjeong interrupts your thoughts, poking fun at your costume choice of a female Patrick Bateman.
You shrug, pretending to act clueless. âI wasnât doing anything.â
Minjeong rolls her eyes, shoving your cup back into your hand âSure, you werenât. Come on, cheers with me.â
âTo what?â you ask, suspiciously eyeing the drink sheâs just handed you. Minjeong isnât that great of a cook, so you can imagine sheâs not the best bartender either. In fact, itâd be best if she stayed far away from any sort of kitchen appliance.
She thinks for a moment then excitedly extends her cup out to you. âTo getting over our shitty ex-boyfriends!â
Minjeongâs ex was Park Sunghoon, they dated on and off for a year and a half before calling it quits over the summer. You donât remember the exact reason why they broke up, there were many different factors. It didnât matter, they were bad for each other anyway and the relationship was entirely too toxic for either of their wellbeing.Â
You donât know much about Sunghoon aside from the things Minjeong felt comfortable enough to share with you and the fact that he is on the universityâs hockey team with Heeseung. Youâve probably had a handful of conversations and interactions with Sunghoon in the entire time of knowing him, and are more than happy with things staying that way.
Holding your cup up high, you match Minjeongâs smile and tap your cup against hers. âTo getting over our ex-boyfriends!â
The drink is disgusting. You quickly turn away so you donât hurt your best friendâs feelings by gagging at the taste. She manages to down her entire cup while you make quick work of pouring a majority of yours down the sink behind you.
Minjeong stares down at her empty cup with wide eyes, licking the remains off her plump lips. âHoly shit, that was so good. Do you want more? Iâm gonna make myself another cup.â
âIâm good for now, thanks,â you say, snatching your cup away when she reaches for it. Minjeong raises a brow at you, and you follow up with, âI should wait before having another drink.â
She nods understandingly, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for coming up with that so quickly.
While sheâs occupied with making another drink, your eyes trail back over towards Heeseung. The football player from earlier is gone, and now that your view is no longer obstructed, you watch in confusion as Heeseung now has this mystery girl by the waist, leaning his head down close to her lips as she whispers something in his ear.
This really is worse than Halloween 2007.
âHey.â You tap Minjeongâs shoulder. âIâll be right back, okay?â
She follows your line of sight, scowling when it lands on Heeseung. âYN, donât make a big deal out of this. You guys technically arenât even together.â
âRelax, Iâm just going to say hi.â You assure her, moving to head towards Heeseung when Minjeong stops you with a hand on your chest. âThink about this, please.â
You sigh, using your free hand to clutch hers and slowly bring it down from your chest. âIâll be fine. Be back soon so we can dance, okay?â
Minjeong knows she wonât be able to stop you once your mind is made up, all she can do is sigh and wish you the best as you make a beeline for your ex. Maybe not the greatest idea on your part, but youâre too tipsy to think rationally.
Heeseung doesnât notice you when you first approach, it takes the mystery girl awkwardly gesturing in your direction for him to finally look over at you, immediately dropping his hand from the girlâs waist. âYN!â He shouts, a little too excitedly, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
A few minutes later, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom with Heeseung on step one of your toxic cycle â arguing.
âYouâre overreacting,â Heeseung claims. âWe were just talking.â
âAbout what, Heeseung? Why did you have to hold her by the fucking waist to talk to her?â
âBecause! She was drunk! I was holding her up so she wouldnât fall and hurt herself!â
âWho gives a shit if she falls? Sheâs not your fucking girlfriend.â
âYeah, well, neither are you.âÂ
His words shouldnât hurt as much as they do because heâs right; despite trying to work on things, you arenât his girlfriend. You were the one who said you werenât ready to get back together, not him. You shouldnât be upset with him for talking to other girls.
And yet, here you are with tears in your eyes.Â
You nod silently, avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat.Â
Heeseung must realize how much his words have affected you if the way he curses at himself, and shamefully runs a hand across his face is anything to go by. âListen, Iâm sor-â
âDonât bother.â You stand from the bed, holding back a sob.âEverything about this was a mistake. Youâll never change.â
Heeseung reaches a hand out to grab your arm as you push past him. âYN, I didnât mean it.â
âYeah, Heeseung, you did mean it,â you say, pulling the bedroom door open.
There is no point in trying to reason with Heeseung. You know in a matter of time heâll apologize, youâll accept it like you always do, have make-up sex, then lecture him about how important it is that he changes before you can consider getting back together. Another endless cycle youâve fallen into.
Stepping back into the party, you head in the opposite direction of where Minjeong would be, not wanting to run into her in your current state and bump right into someone dressed as Spiderman, causing the little remains of your drink to spill over and knock to the ground. Youâre grateful that a crucial part of Patrick Batemanâs costume involved a plastic raincoat, or else your outfit would have suffered a dark blue stain.
âOh my God, YN! Iâm so sorry!â Spider-Man apologizes with a thick Australian accent.
âJake?â You question, gesturing for him to take the mask off.
He follows your command, face bright red from embarrassment or alcohol. Probably both.
âYeah, haha, hey. Really sorry about that, I can get you a new drink.â Jake turns in the direction of the kitchen before you stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âItâs fine, Jake. Do you know where the bathroom is?â
Jake thinks for a moment, scratching at the small amount of stubble thatâs graced his chin. He really does make a perfect Spider-Man, and if you werenât so upset, you probably wouldâve stayed and told him that.
âUpstairs, all the way down the hall. Wait! Itâs occupied, people are doing coke in there, I think.â
Great.
You sigh. âDo you know if thereâs another one I can use?â
âIâm pretty sure thereâs one.â Jake turns, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. âRight there. I saw a few people come in and out.â
Thanking Jake, you follow his direction and head to the door at the end of the hallway.
Itâs a garage, not a bathroom. But, as long as you get a moment alone, you donât really care where you are.
After shutting the door behind you, you sit on top of a washing machine and flinch at the cold metal sending chills down your thighs.
You shouldnât have come out tonight, you donât even care about Halloween to begin with. Itâs an overrated holiday, you wish you wouldâve convinced Minjeong to stay in with you and have a classic horror movie marathon while eating takeout and pausing to hand out (peanut-free) candy to trick-or-treaters.
Though, youâre sure you still wouldâve spent the better half of the night obsessively tapping through Heeseungâs Instagram stories or trying to spot him in the background of someone elseâs. It was a lose-lose situation no matter what, and you find yourself wondering if thereâs an end to this unhealthy cycle.
Despite being so young when it happened, youâre sure your parentsâ divorce obstructed your view of love and how a healthy adult relationship should work. Your father went on to have short-lived relationships with younger women who were using him for his money, while your mother remained single and chose to criticize her ex-husbandâs current lifestyle choices. They couldnât even co-parent in peace, always making petty comments to the other during drop-offs and pick-ups, finding any and every little thing to start arguing about.
One time in particular, after spending the weekend at your fatherâs house, your mother slapped him in a Dairy Queen parking lot upon realizing his new girlfriend had taken you and your sister to get your ears pierced. You didnât actually see the slap happen, but it was loud enough to echo through the empty parking lot and hard enough to leave a red mark on his face.
The memory has tears forming in your eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, but before any of them have the chance to trickle down, the garage door swings open.
You turn, and Park Sunghoon (dressed as a police officer) is staring back at you with a confused look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before pointing in the direction of the party. âUh, Jake said this was the bathroom.â
Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. âNo, the bathroomâs upstairs but itâs being used. If you really have to go, Iâm pretty sure that door leads to the backyard.â You nod your head in the direction of the other door, and Sunghoon picks up on what youâre implying.
He thanks you before jogging over to the exit, setting his cup down on a metal dog crate before turning the knob and pushing open the door.
Sunghoon stands far enough out of frame that you only see a portion of his backside, and once the sound of him pissing on the grass hits your ears, you wonder why he didnât bother to close the door in the first place.
Men.
He clears his throat awkwardly, âSo, you sââ
You cut him off. âLetâs just wait until youâre done, please.â
Sunghoon nods, mumbling, âRight, right.â
He finishes up a few seconds later, zipping his pants back up and properly adjusting himself before returning to the garage, closing the door behind him and picking his drink back up in the process. âSo, Iâm guessing youâreâŚupset because of Heeseung?â
You let out a sad chuckle that sounds more like a sob. âLucky guess. Heâs just so fucking confusing, I canât take it.â
âYouâll be alright,â Sunghoon responds, slipping his phone from his pants pocket and unlocking it. âHeeseungâs a douchebag.â
This catches you off guard, and youâre laughing before you even realize it. âIsnât he your friend?â
Sunghoon shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at his phone as he scrolls. âNot really. We donât talk much if it isnât related to hockey or school.â
A beat of silence passes, then you ask, âWhen Heeseung and I were together, did he mention anything about cheating on me? Or talking to other girls?â
Sunghoon glances up at you for a split second, taking in how sad and hopeful you look before returning his gaze to the weather app heâd been using to distract himself.
He wasnât sure if Heeseung went as far as physically cheating on you, but he was definitely talking to other girls behind your back; proudly showing the hockey team countless nudes and vulgar photos they would send him, some of them coming from your own friends.Â
Sunghoon canât tell you this, youâre upset enough as it is.
âI wouldnât know, I always tuned him out whenever he talked.â
Though heâs not sure what answer you were hoping for, Sunghoon can tell youâre a little disappointed by his response. Truthfully, he didnât feel like getting involved in anyone elseâs drama. If you wanted clarity from Heeseung, you shouldâve gone straight to the source.
âSorry,â you apologize, feeling slightly embarrassed that you probably made things awkward, âhave you seen Minjeong?â
Your attempt to change the subject seems to work, because Sunghoon scoffs loudly at your question and shoves his phone back in his pocket. âHave I seen the girl that just spent ten minutes yelling at me? Yeah, we may have crossed paths.â He says sarcastically, shaking his head before taking a sip of his drink.
âYell at you? For what?â
âShe fuckinââŚI guess before we broke up she said I should dress up as a cop for Halloween and I mustâve said no, and now sheâs saying I only dressed up like this,â he gestures towards himself, âto spite her. Fuckinâ insanity.â
âWell, did you?â You canât help but ask, Minjeong would always go on for hours about how spiteful of a person Sunghoon was.
He shrugs, mindlessly tracing the rim of the red solo cup with his pointer finger, âMaybe, but this is all that was left in my size at the party store.â
Youâre surprised Sunghoon makes you laugh as much as he does, and maybe thatâs a bad thing since itâs making you enjoy talking to him. Though he technically isnât your enemy, heâs definitely not a person you should enjoy having a conversation with. Itâs not appropriate, heâs the ex boyfriend of your best friend; all your ties to him were cut the moment Minjeong broke up with him.
You should tell him to leave, that youâre really upset over Heeseung and prefer to be alone, but you donât. Instead, you keep the conversation going, laughing every joke he makes and completely forgetting why you were upset to begin with.
Halfway through telling Sunghoon about the horrid drink Minjeong had prepared for you, your legs grow numb from having been sat on for so long. You untuck them from underneath your body, not thinking much of it as you continue on with the story, legs dangling against the cold washing machine.
Sunghoon takes notice, though, his eyes quickly darting down to the space between your legs and the white fabric thatâs suddenly visible to him due to the short length of your skirt. You miss it the first time he does it, but the second and third time are hard to ignore, especially now that he doesnât seem to mind being caught.
You really should cross your legs or call him out on his staring. Or maybe even get up and leave entirely.
To no oneâs surprise you donât do either of those things and opt to keep your panties visible enough for Sunghoon to see while you continue to talk his ear off about his ex-girlfriend. Thereâs something unspoken happening between the two of you, and itâs exciting yet confusing since this is the longest conversation youâve had with him in the two years youâve known each other.Â
The strangest part of it all is that youâre just now realizing how attractive Sunghoon is, Sure, heâd always been a good looking guy, but youâd always seen him as Minjeongâs property and never paid much attention to his face out of respect for her.
But Minjeong no longer has a claim on him, and now you really notice the perfectly placed moles that graced the side of his nose and under his eye. He really was a sight to behold, you often find yourself stumbling over your words as you speak to him, becoming flustered over the intensity of the eye contact heâd been making with you.
ââŚmy throat is still burning and itâs been, like, twenty minutes.â You say with a laugh, watching as Sunghoon finishes off his own drink.
He sets the empty cup down, licking the remaining alcohol on his lips before smacking them, âYeah, I wouldnât trust her in a kitchen. Iâm not that good either, though. There was this one time I had to make brownies for our hockey teamâs bake sale and they turned out awful. Itâs like, half of them were watery and the other half were burnt. So weird.â
âThat doesnât even sound possible.â
âIâm serious! Hold on, I probably have a picture.âÂ
It takes Sunghoon approximately forty-five seconds of scrolling through his Snapchat memories to find a photo of those godforsaken brownies, and sure enough, they really are a watery, burnt mess. Not that you can even focus on the picture to begin with now that heâs sitting next to you on the washing machine, and youâre finally able to see him up close.
Sunghoonâs words go in one ear and out the other, because now youâre close enough to smell the cologne heâs dabbed on the back of his neck, and notice the metal handcuffs hooked in his belt loop, and it makes it hard to focus on anything else. Especially his uninteresting story about those stupid fucking brownies.
When Sunghoon locks his phone, you take it as a sign that heâs finished with his story and let out another laugh, âNot sure what I was expecting, but it wasnât that.â
âIâm a man of many talents,â he jokes, slightly slurring his words.Â
Maybe itâs the fact that his voice sounds deeper than usual, or that heâs staring right at you with half lidded eyes, or that he's started playing with the handcuffs on his waist, but Sunghoon looks dangerously attractive right now.Â
You gulp, looking down at your lap, âWell, at least one of us had a nice drink.â
Sunghoon nods, running his fingernails along your plastic raincoat, âWanna taste mine?â He asks, eyes darting down to your lips for a split second.
If there was ever a time to get up and leave, it shouldâve been now. The rational part of your brain is telling you to push Sunghoon away and return to the party and forget this encounter with him ever happened. But you canât move, and if youâre being honest, you donât even want to.
Youâre stuck in place, heart beating out of your chest as Sunghoon leans in closer to you. You feel dizzy in the best way possible, and a part of you feels sick for enjoying the moment as much as you do.Â
His breath fans your cheek, and the faint scent of alcohol on it shouldâve been enough to remind you that you shouldnât be in this situation with him. Still, you donât move.
Right before Sunghoon has the chance to kiss you, the door swings open and you jolt away from each other out of shock, clutching your chest as you watch Jake jog into the garage.
âYou guys seen my vape?â he asks, a little out of breath.
âIâŚno, Jake. Why would it be in the garage?â Sunghoon asks, hopping down from the washing machine. He offers a hand to help you down and you ignore it, finally starting to come back to your senses.
âDude, I donât fucking know! It was just in my pocket and now itâs gone, it could be anywhere. Help me look!â
Spending your night in a garage helping Jake look for a strawberry-flavored vape doesnât sound ideal in the slightest; now is the perfect time to leave.
Heading in the direction of the party, you pause when Sunghoon calls out your name, a slight shakiness to his voice. âKeep an eye out for me, yeah?â
Another beat of silence passes, then you nod and say, âYeah.â
In your defense, thereâs nothing to feel guilty over. All you did was have a conversation with Sunghoon, and keeping an eye out for him doesnât necessarily mean anything else will happen, right?
You try not to think too much about it as you exit the garage, holding in a laugh when Sunghoon says something along the lines of, âYouâre a grown ass man, Jake.â
What Minjeong lacks in cooking, she makes up for in dancing.
While you wouldnât consider yourself to be on her level of dancing, youâd say youâre good enough to keep up with her at a crowded party. If swaying to the music, holding hands, and grinding on each other counts as dancing, that is.
âYouâre too stiff; loosen up, babe,â she comments, fingers interlocked with yours.
âSorry,â you reply, slightly frustrated since you donât feel like dancing in the first place. âWhat were you saying?â
âOh, yeah!â Minjeong turns to face you, moving your arms to drape them around her shoulders. âThen he said I was being crazy, and that he only got the costume because it was all that was left in his size, as if I believe that.â
âSorry that happened,â you say, and it comes out more sarcastic than you had intended it to.Â
Minjeong takes notice of this, raising a brow at you before slipping her arms under your raincoat and pulling you closer to her. âYou okay?â
The two of you are pressed so close up against each other that it almost feels romantic, and youâre sure if there was another drink in your system youâd probably lean in and kiss her.Â
You nod. âJust thinking about Heeseung.â
Fake offended, Minjeongâs jaw drops. âYouâre dancing with the hottest girl at this party, and all you can think about is your ex? Iâm hurt, YN.â
Truth be told, her ex was the one you were thinking about, certainly not your own.
Not a whole lot of time has passed since you left Sunghoon in the garage, but you make sure to keep your promise of keeping an eye out for him upon returning to the party. Youâre certain that on the outside you probably look panicked and frantic, eyes darting all over the place for any sign of Sunghoon.
âWell,â Minjeong starts, tugging on your tie. âSince youâre thinking about your ex, itâs only fair that I think of mine; and there he is.â
You stop yourself from excitedly shouting, âWhere?!â and watch as Minjeong subtly nods towards the staircase.
Sure enough, Sunghoon is leaning against the banister, eyes zeroing in on you with his hands shoved in his pockets.
âHeâs been watching me for, like, ten minutes. Probably wants to see if you and I will make out, fucking pervert,â she says, rolling her eyes.
Minjeong has it wrong, Sunghoon has been watching you for the past ten minutes. Ever since he finished helping Jake find that stupid vape, heâs had his sights set on you and you only.
That other part was probably true, though.
You swallow the lump in your throat and say, âSuch a pervert.â It comes out a tad more robotic than you were going for, but you tried your best.Â
Once Sunghoon is sure that Minjeong is distracted, he mouths, âBathroom,â before immediately turning around and jogging up the steps.
Fuck, are you really about to do this?Â
Your eyes dart from Minjeong to the staircase, and you canât believe youâre even considering going upstairs to meet her ex. Everything about this predicament is sick and twisted and perfectly on brand for Halloween.Â
But, somehow, itâs not sick enough to stop you.
âHey, I think Iâm gonna get some air; Iâm feeling kinda dizzy,â you lie, hoping itâs believable enough.
Minjeong stops dancing immediately, a look of genuine concern on her face. âHere, Iâll come with you.â
âNo, no. You keep having fun, Iâll be back soon. Make another drink for me, okay? Iâm sure Iâll need it,â you assure her with a smile, taking her hands into yours.
âFine, Iâll be here. But the only drink Iâm making for you is a Ginger Ale.â
Thank God.
After giving Minjeong a kiss on the cheek (feeling guilty as ever), you slip past her and head towards the direction of the backyard. Once Minjeong is fully out of sight, you switch paths and sprint up the staircase, bumping into and angering a few people along the way.Â
You keep your head down once you reach the second floor, speed walking to the end of the hallway and avoiding eye contact with everyone you walk by until you reach the bathroom.
The door is closed and locked, of course, and thatâs when it dawns on you that this could be one big, elaborate prank from Sunghoon. You could open the door and be met with a camera in your face with Sunghoon recording, laughing maniacally before mentioning something about telling Minjeong everything and that he stayed loyal to her the entire time.
Unfortunately for you, even that possibility doesnât scare you away from knocking on the door and saying, âItâs me, YN.â
The knob twists before the door is pushed open, barely enough room to slide in discreetly, but you manage anyway.
Using your body weight to press the door shut, Sunghoon reaches behind you to make sure itâs locked. âYou really came.â
You hate that he sounds shocked, as if he had some faith that you wouldnât risk your friendship with Minjeong for a few minutes with him, of all people. Heâs not even your type.
âDonât make a big deal out of this.â
Sunghoon scoffs as if youâve said the most obvious thing in the world. âTrust me, I wonât.â
You donât have time to overthink the meaning of his words because before you can even realize it, Sunghoon is pushing you further up against the door, and heâs kissing you, finally kissing you.
This kiss is everything but soft, and it knocks the wind out of you. Sunghoonâs hand cups your jaw, tilting your head sideways to allow himself further into your mouth. Itâs wet and sloppy, youâre certain that dancing with Minjeong was far more romantic than this. You kiss back anyway, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his hair, shivers running down your spine when he groans into your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon reaches down to slip the raincoat off of you, pressing your body closer against him to ease it off.Â
He pulls away slowly, his blown-out eyes focused on the string of saliva that connects your mouths to one another. âFuck,â he groans at the sight, moving his mouth to kiss along your jaw.
You let out a moan when you feel his tongue slide against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, tilting your head back against the door. Sunghoon takes notice of this, focusing his attention on that same spot, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark before teasingly scraping his canines along the area.
Quickly, your fingers move to unbutton your shirt, suddenly feeling warm all over. Youâre only halfway done when thereâs a sudden banging on the other side of the door, startling you enough to halt your movements.
âIgnore it,â Sunghoon mutters against your neck. âTheyâll go away.â
They donât go away, they actually start to bang louder and harder once a few seconds pass.
Sunghoon lets out a frustrated sigh, lifting his head away from you, âOccupied!â
âSunghoon?â You hear Minjeongâs voice on the other side of the door, causing you and Sunghoon both to freeze.
âM-Minjeong?â He stutters.
âI have to piss,â Minjeong whines, messing with the doorknob. âHurry up!â
Sunghoon must sense your panic and the fact that you feel like bursting into loud sobs, because he places his hand over your mouth before mouthing for you to stay quiet.
Minjeong doesnât let up on trying to open the door, and youâre sure that with just enough force, she could probably get it open.
âIâm using it! Canât you just go outside?â
âIâm a fucking girl, Sunghoon. Just hurry up and finish.â
âJustâŚjust hold on a second, Minnie.â
Minnie? Fuck is that about?
Sunghoon pulls you away from the door, keeping his voice and movements as low as possible. âYouâre gonna have to hide in the bathtub, just lay down flat and wait for her to leave.â
âWhat?! What if she sees me?!â You whisper, silently praying Minjeong canât hear you over the music.
âShe wonât, okay? Iâll pull the shower curtain back. Itâs the only option we have right now unless you want to jump out the window.â
You shake your head. âThere has to be a better idea.â
On the other side of the door, Minjeong begins to grow impatient, anxiously tapping her foot against the floor. Sheâs had three full drinks and is on the verge of busting the bathroom door down if Sunghoon doesnât open it soon. She focuses her gaze downward, raising a brow at a piece of plastic thatâs been slightly pushed under the crack of the door. What is it? A shower curtain? It canât be, why would the shower curtain be on the floor? It looks more likeâŚ
âFuck! The cops!â A drunk voice yells before the entire house panics, sirens and flashing blue and red lights fill the house.
Inside the bathroom, Sunghoon had still been trying to convince you to lay down in the bathtub when even more panic sets in.
Minjeong bangs on the door one last time. âSunghoon, the cops are here, you need to leave! Fuck, I gotta find YN!â She yells before taking off down the hall.
Police officers are raiding the house, and all Minjeong can focus on is finding you and making sure you're okay, while you were seconds away from hooking up with her ex. What a fucking nightmare.
âWe gotta jump out the window,â Sunghoon says, hurrying over to the other side of the bathroom and forcing the window open.
âWhat?! Why?!â
âPeople are doing fucking illegal drugs at this party, YN, and now the fucking cops are here. My dad works for the city and if-â He pauses to grunt, struggling to get the window all the way open. â-news spreads that his son was at a house party that was full of people doing fucking cocaine his career will be fucking over. Fuck!â
This doesnât explain why you have to jump out of the window with him, but you narrow it down to the possibility of Sunghoon just wanting to be around you for a little longer. And as pathetic as it sounds, you find yourself smiling at the possibility.
Sunghoon finally gets the window fully open, quickly hiking one leg over. âItâs not that far of a jump, weâll be fine. Iâll go first then let you know when to jump.â
âYouâll catch me?â you ask, buttoning your shirt back up. Now that the raincoat is gone, you probably resemble a perverted schoolgirl costume.
Sunghoon sighs. âYes, YN, I am going to catch you. Just be ready to run, my carâs down the street.â
He doesnât give you any time to protest before hiking his other leg out the window and jumping down; you watch in horror as he lands face down. If it werenât for your current predicament, youâre sure you wouldâve gotten the ick.
It takes Sunghoon a few seconds to get back up, brushing himself off before standing, âCome on! Hurry!â
Despite your hesitancy, you follow Sunghoonâs action and hike a leg out of the window, staring down at him. âAre you sure about this?!â
âIf you want me to catch you, you better jump now!â
Halloween fucking sucks.
You swear to yourself as you hike your other leg out of the window, saying a quick prayer as you brace yourself to jump.
Sunghoon doesnât exactly catch you, but he does brace your fall, which is good enough for you.Â
He groans in pain from the impact as you stand and dust yourself off, reaching a hand down to help him up. âSorry!â
Sunghoon stands, feeling a tad bit dizzy and lightheaded. âJust follow me.â
It isnât too late to turn around and find Minjeong and just leave with her. In fact, itâd be the morally correct thing to do in this situation. Not that you seem to care for morals.
You make a mental note to send Minjeong a text later as you run after Sunghoon.
Sunghoon is not that great of a driver, but this doesn't surprise you.
He's still somewhat tipsy, occasionally swerving along the empty back roads.
What makes it worse is that Minjeong has been calling and texting you nonstop, your phone practically burning a hole in your pocket as you ignore her relentless attempts.
Sunghoon is trying his hardest to stay focused on the road, but your phone ringing every few minutes was really starting to irritate him. "Just fucking answer her," he says, shaking his head.
"And say what? That I'm with you?"
Sunghoon isn't too pleased with your sarcasm and rolls his eyes, "Obviously not, YN; just do something to make her stop panicking."
That's way easier said than done, especially considering that you can barely even think about Minjeong without wanting to burst into tears. The guilt has already started to set in, and it has you questioning yourself and your morals.
You can't talk to Minjeong; it's too risky, but you can call your sister and ask her to cover for you.
Slipping your phone from your pocket, you force your eyes to unfocus and ignore the string of missed calls and messages from Minjeong, dialing your sister's phone number with trembling hands.
As always, Yuna answers on the fourth ring, sighing loudly into the phone before greeting you with a monotonous, "Hello?"
"Hey, um, I need you to help me with something," you keep your voice low, not wanting Sunghoon to hear your conversation despite being right next to him.
Yuna sighs again, "With what, YN?"
"The party I was at got raided by the cops, and we all ran, so if Minjeong calls you, I need you to tell her I'm with you," you say, your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when Sunghoon makes a sudden sharp turn.
"Sorry," he mutters under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
You hate that even now, you find him cute.
"Well, where are you?" Yuna asks, snapping you back to reality.
"I⌠it's not important, just please do me this favor."
Your sister scoffs, "You expect me to lie for you, and you can't even tell me the full story?"
"The full story isn't important, Yuna."
"Clearly, it is if you're asking me to lie to your best friend."
"Just tell her," Sunghoon groans, sounding slightly annoyed, "but make sure she doesn't tell anyone else."
Yuna doesn't have many friends, and the few she does have wouldn't even care about your drama, so it's not like she'd have anyone to share your business with. You hesitate anyway because of the principle of the situation, how just ten minutes ago you were unbuttoning your shirt for your best friend's ex. Maybe you're starting to come back to your senses because replaying the scene in your head has you cringing from embarrassment.
You lean your head against the window and squeeze your eyes shut, "I'm with Sunghoon."
The line goes silent for a few seconds, and you're worried you may have lost service from driving in such a rural area until Yuna sighs for a third time, "The pretty ones are never that bright."
"I swear it isn't like that," you plead, "just, please, help me out."
"And what will I get out of this?"
Of course, she wants something, classic younger sibling bullshit.
"Well, what do you want?"
"I don't knowâŚa normal older sister?"
"Yuna, I don't have time for this, will you help me or not?"
Bickering with Yuna was starting to give you a headache; you were seconds away from hanging up and coming up with a new plan entirely.
"After tonight, don't involve me in this anymore; I have my own shit to deal with."
You hold back a laugh at that as if Yuna does anything other than stay home and talk to the same two people. "I won't, I swear. I'll text you when I'm close to being home; let me know if Minjeong reaches out to you."
"Whatever, just get home safe and don't do anything else stupid," Yuna says through a yawn before immediately hanging up, not giving you the chance to say goodbye.
As much as you loved your sister, the two of you weren't exactly close. The divide started sometime during high school; your interests and friend groups never really aligned and only led you to stray further away from each other.
You being fairly well-known within your high school didn't help much, either. Countless random students would approach Yuna on the daily, asking if you were seeing anyone, begging her for your number, or even giving her small gifts and treats to pass along to you.Â
What annoyed her the most was that they never called her by her name, in their eyes, she was always known as "YN's sister", and nothing more than that.
You're sure Yuna doesn't hate you because of it, but it certainly didn't make her very fond of you.
"What'd she say?" Sunghoon asks, interrupting your thoughts.
"She agreed to cover for me tonight," you respond, gazing out the window, "pretty sure she's pissed, though."
"She'll get over it," Sunghoon taps the navigation system on his dashboard, "type in your address."
Despite making you jump out of a bathroom window, Sunghoon technically doesn't owe you anything. He never claimed he'd bring you back to his place to finish what you started; you quite literally only jumped because he told you to, under the pretense that maybe â just maybe â he'd want to hook up with you.Â
Clearly, that wasn't happening, at least not tonight. Having to jump out the window and then proceed to drive while tipsy must've knocked some sense into him, making him realize he'd been making way too many questionable choices all in one night.Â
You let out a disappointed sigh, hesitantly reaching out to type your home address into the car's GPS. The system buffers for a few seconds as it calculates the quickest route to your home before displaying an estimated travel time of thirty-eight minutes.
"Forty fucking minutes?!" Sunghoon shouts, causing you to jump.Â
He sighs, cursing under his breath before reaching forward and ending the navigation route. You sit up further in the seat, ready to ask Sunghoon what he's plotting before he starts typing "7/11".
You raise a brow at this, "Why're we going there?"
Sunghoon gestures towards the navigation system as if the answer is obvious, "Your house is forty minutes away, and I'm still kinda tipsy; I'm gonna need to pull over and get something other than alcohol in my system if I'm gonna be driving for that long." There's a slight slur to his words that had you weary about him driving, so pulling over to recharge isn't a bad idea.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sunghoon managed to safely drive the two of you to the nearest 7/11, opting to pay seventeen dollars to park in a parking garage down the street instead of the shop's personal lot.
"This neighborhood isn't that safe; I don't want anyone breaking into my car," he claims, taking up two spots as he parks in the most secluded corner possible.
The neighborhood is fairly safe; he was just being dramatic.
The walk down the street is quick and slightly awkward, with you and Sunghoon stumbling every few steps yet refusing to hold onto the other for stability.
The two of you go your separate ways upon entering the shop, Sunghoon headed straight towards the snack aisle while you make your way to the slurpee machines. The difference in your priorities was humorous, with him wanting to focus on building up energy and you wanting nothing more than a quick sugar fix.
Blue raspberry isn't necessarily your go-to flavor, but it's the only flavor on the Slurpee machine that's currently working, so you fill your plastic cup to the brim before absentmindedly reaching for a straw.
Sunghoon is still prancing around the store by the time you've finished making your drink, and despite not being that hungry, you decide to kill time by strolling through the snack aisles.
The Snickers bars and Reese's Cups look tempting as always, but you refrain, sighing as you look over the selection of peanut-contaminated candy.
"Don't even bother," Sunghoon says from behind you, causing you to gasp in shock.Â
He pauses for a moment, staring at the array of snacks before grabbing a pack of Skittles and walking off.
The thought of Sunghoon being aware of your peanut allergy is as comforting as it is strange. You can't imagine this is something Minjeong randomly decided to tell him, and even if that is the case, why would he bother retaining that information? It's not like the two of you are friends.
Whatever, you're probably thinking about it too much.
After deciding on a package of powdered mini donuts and Haribo gummy bears, you proceed to the checkout counter and set your items down, looking over your shoulder at Sunghoon, who was selecting the last of his items.
The man behind the counter smiles at you, typing his employee ID number into the cash register, "How's your night going?"
"Horrible," you say, making the clerk laugh even though you weren't joking.
"Sorry to hear that," he responds, scanning your items, "your total came out toâŚ$6.12. Oh, hello, officer."
Despite not having done anything wrong, you nearly panic before remembering Sunghoon's unfortunate costume choice.
He nods at the man, setting his own items down on the counter, "Add these too. You guys take Apple Pay?" He asks, unlocking his phone.
"Oh, you don't have to pay for mine," you say, a nervous tremble in your voice.
Sunghoon shrugs, "No big deal."
Except it is a big deal. Sunghoon behaving like a boyfriend gentleman by paying for your items only made you like him even more, which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.
You sigh, taking a literal and metaphorical step back as Sunghoon taps his phone on the card reader.Â
"A cop and a schoolgirl, huh? These couple's costumes are starting to make less and less sense," the employee comments, eyes darting between you and Sunghoon.Â
"We're not a couple," Sunghoon responds, a little too quickly for your liking, but whatever.
The employee apologizes, embarrassed about his implications as he bags your items and wishes the two of you a safe trip home.
On the way back to Sunghoon's car, it dawns on you that Minjeong has stopped trying to get ahold of you, which is slightly worrisome considering that she's a person who wouldn't give up that easily.Â
Sunghoon climbs into the backseat this time, mumbling something about needing to rest and stretch out before driving you home. He sets the bag down on the center console, grabbing a few of his items before propping himself up against the door.
You do the same, retrieving your own items from the bag before slumping into your seat.Â
When you finally unlock your phone, a new voice memo from Yuna is waiting for you. Hesitantly, you hold your phone against your ear and hit play.
Yuna lets out a loud sigh, "So, you and Minjeong must have some sort of, like, telepathic connection because she called me as soon as I hung up on you. Anyways, I told her our cousin was also at the party and was able to, uh, give you a ride home once the cops came. Oh, and I told her your phone died and that you'd call her, um, later or in the morning. I'm not sure if she believed it, but she calmed down.
And, by the way, I meant it when I said I don't want to be involved in whatever this is after tonight. So, for everyone's sake, if something serious is going on, do not tell me about it. Get home safe."
You're not entirely sure if you deserve a sister like Yuna, who'd go against her own morals just to cover for you, but you're grateful you have her.
you [11:54 pm] : *you liked a voice memo*
you [11:54 pm] : thanks so much
you [11:55 pm] : i promise i wont involve u anymore. if minnie calls again u can just ignore it and lmk please
yuna [11:56 pm] : oh and she told me to let you know that she's safe. tho im sure that's not your biggest concern :/
Harsh but true.
You set your phone on your lap and tear open your pack of donuts, wiping away the powdered sugar that falls onto your blouse. Much like the blue raspberry slurpee, mini powdered donuts weren't exactly your go-to snack, but your options were limited, and you weren't in the mood to roam around the store any longer.
Suddenly, Sunghoon groans from the backseat and sits up, "Phone died."
Leaning over the center console, he plugs his phone into the car charger right underneath his navigation system, resting it on the dashboard before returning to his seat.Â
The car falls silent, and as much as you want to start a conversation, you're not sure where to begin. There's so much you want to ask, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue so hard you're surprised the taste of blood doesn't fill your mouth.
Sunghoon leans forward again, this time resting his cheek on the side of your seat, "What'd you get?" he asks, staring down at your lap.
You turn your head to look at him, holding up the half-eaten pack of donuts for him to see.
"Can I have one?" he asks, already holding his hand out before you could even say yes.
You hand him one regardless, watching the powder fall from the pastry as he pops it into his mouth.
Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself narrowing your eyes at him as you ask, "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"
He nods, gesturing towards the remaining donuts in a way that tells you he wants more. You hand him the remaining three, nodding back when he mumbles "Thanks" under his breath.
"How did you know that I'm allergic to peanuts?"
Sunghoon pauses, brows furrowing in utter confusion as he looks up at you, "What do you mean?"
"Earlier in the store, I was looking at the peanut candy, and you told me not to bother. I'm assuming you must've known I'm allergic, right?" You ask, fully turning around in your seat to face him.
"UmâŚyeah. I know."
"OkayâŚhow?"
"I mean, was it supposed to be a secret or something?"
"What? No, of course not. Allergies are probably the one thing that shouldn't be kept secret," you respond, "I'm just curious about how you know. I don't think I've ever told you, and I can't imagine Minjeong randomly deciding to tell you."
Sunghoon awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he avoids looking at you. It takes the tips of his ears turning pink for you to realize that he's embarrassed, which only confuses you even further.
Sunghoon shrugs, staring down at the snack you've just given him, "Whenever all of us would hang out, and there was, like, food involved, I just noticed you'd pay so much attention to the ingredients of whatever it was you were eating. At first, I thought it was a calorie thing, but you never really asked about the calories, only the ingredients."
"But, how'd you know it was peanuts specifically?" you ask, feeling embarrassed about how curious you were over something as silly as a peanut allergy.
"Remember the hockey team bake sale? The one I made those terrible brownies for?" He asks, continuing when you nod, "You were there, and I remember how excited you were to try the cookies that Jake made, but right before you bought one, you asked him if there were peanuts in them. That's when I knew."
You can't remember the last time someone had paid this much attention to you, and it's dangerous, considering how easily impressed you are by the smallest things. Sunghoon was by no means a friend of yours; you hardly knew anything about each other and often kept your interactions rather short, so his being able to pick up on your peanut allergy just by watching you was ⌠different. Maybe even nice.
You don't even realize you've been staring at him until he stops chewing and stares back, unblinking.
You look away, retrieving your Slurpee from the cup holder and taking a long sip as Sunghoon watches.
"Can I ask you something now?" he asks.
You don't respond, side-eyeing him as you continue to sip your drink.
Sunghoon smirks, amused by your sudden silence, "Why'd you meet me in the bathroom?"
You pull the straw away from your lips, voice barely above a whisper as you respond, "To see what you wanted."
He nods, taking the cup from your hands, "You knew what I wanted," he says, pausing to take a sip of your drink, "and you still came; why?"
When you don't respond, Sunghoon lets out a loud sigh and sets your cup back down in its holder, "It's okay, YN."
"It isn't."
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I guess we'll never know, huh?"
This is a test of your morals, and Sunghoon knows this. Every decision you've made tonight has led you to this exact moment. There's still enough time to redeem yourself and make an excuse for your actions. You could easily lie and say that making out with Sunghoon was just a result of being tipsy and vulnerable. But now, with the two of you in his car, sobering up and coming back down to your senses, you won't be able to use those same excuses.
Realistically speaking, what are the chances of your ex's finding out? Heeseung probably wouldn't care, but Minjeong was an entirely different story.
In your defense, they've been officially broken up for three weeks and three days, so you wouldn't technically be hooking up with her boyfriend. Right?
Sunghoon must've sensed the gears turning in your head because, after a few seconds of staring at each other in silence, he leaned over the center console and pressed his lips against yours.
The kiss is softer this time, nothing like how it was in the bathroom as if he's trying to coax you in and convince you it's okay, that you're doing nothing wrong.
You find yourself slipping under his spell, eyes finally fluttering shut as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. The faint taste of alcohol is still on his tongue, but he does taste much sweeter now, like the blue raspberry slurpee he'd just had. A part of you wonders if he'd done that on purpose as if tasting better would make you enjoy kissing him like this.
He pulls away, scooting farther back into his seat, "C'mere, climb over."
You do as you're told, slipping off your shoes with Sunghoon guiding you right onto his lap as you climb into the backseat. You can't help but squirm on his lap, and he can still sense a slight hesitancy in your actions, the way you shiver when he touches you, how you initially pulled back when he tried to kiss you again.
"You're nervous," he comments, eye flickering across your face.
You shrug, holding onto his shoulders for support, "I can't help it."
Beneath you, Sunghoon reaches down to unclip the handcuffs from his belt loop, "You're making it hard to focus."
"The fuck am I supposed to do, then?!" You didn't mean to shout, but your patience was starting to run thin. You felt guilty enough as it is, and Sunghoon reminding you of how nervous you are certainly didn't make it any better.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, undoing the handcuffs before grabbing your left hand. He tightens the cuff around your wrist, "Just trust me," he says simply. He sits up further in his seat, grabbing your cuffed wrist as he pulls down on the car's grab handle. He slips the empty cuff through the slot before gesturing for you to give him your free hand.
Fuck.
"SunghoonâŚ"
"Just trust me," he doesn't wait for a response, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up towards the empty cuff. It locks around your wrist with a click, causing him to smile in satisfaction.Â
You're sure that with just the right amount of force, you could easily snap the handcuffs in half, but it's the thought that counts. With your arms and hands restricted towards the ceiling, all you can do is stare down at Sunghooon and await his next movement, his very calculated movement.
He presses his cold lips against your neck, simultaneously using his hands to slowly unbutton your blouse. The mark he'd left on your neck earlier was as prominent as ever, and it pleased him to know you were okay with him marking you up like this. He swipes his tongue against the sensitive spot, hardening in his pants when you squirm on top of him.Â
His nails trace along the bare skin of your waist once he's finished unbuttoning your blouse, your bralette â that was a few sizes too small â fully on display for him. He's practically salivating at the site, his tongue sliding across his canines, completely in awe of your breasts spilling out of the flimsy, white material.
Sunghoon can't unclasp and slide off your bra, or else it'd be awkwardly hanging in the air, and trying to slip it through the handcuffs would take too much effort. Instead, he apologizes under his breath before his hands reach the front of your bra.
"Wait, Sunghoonâ!"
Without warning, he stretches the fabric until it finally rips, seemingly pleased with himself if the cocky smirk is anything to go by. "Relax," he says, "I'll buy you a new one."
You don't have time to scold him because before you can even process what's happening, Sunghoon's tongue is swirling around your nipple. You swear at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his face. It's almost embarrassing how such a simple act already had your head spinning.
His hands trail downward until they reach the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it upwards until it's bunched around your waist. He traces the tip of his finger across your clothes cunt, pleased with how wet you've already gotten without having done much.
Your hips buck up into his hands on instinct, desperate for the friction, borderline craving it.
Sunghoon releases your perked bud in his mouth, looking up at you as he asks, "You want me to stop?"
"No, please don't." You beg.
"So this is okay then, right?"
If your wrists weren't handcuffed to the grab handle, you're sure you would've reached down and choked him for all the teasing. "Yes, Sunghoon, it's okay! Just hurry up and do something!"
Sunghoon shakes his head at you, mumbling, "So impatient." as he moves to lie flat on his back.
You stare down at him, confused, when he doesn't immediately start undoing his pants but instead positions his head right between your thighs.
It's funny, Minjeong claimed Sunghoon wasn't really into giving head and only gave it to her a handful of times during the course of their relationship, claiming he preferred to save it for special occasions.
But yet, here he is, willingly pushing your thighs further apart before pressing his lips against your clothed cunt.
The action sends shivers down your spine, and the handcuffs around your wrist suddenly feel tighter. He presses his tongue flat against you, groaning at the taste of your slick that's soaked through your panties. You grind down on him instinctively, your body trembling with anticipation as you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Fuck." You whisper, tugging at the handcuffs in frustration.
The sound of the metal clinking makes Sunghoon chuckle, pressing a final kiss against your damped underwear before mumbling, "Cute."
He makes quick work of sliding your underwear off your legs, tossing them to theÂ
front seat with a grunt as you wait for him to continue. Sunghoon settles himself between your thighs again, groaning in annoyance as you hover over him. "Stop fucking hovering," he demands, attempting to pull you down directly onto his face, "it's fine."
It's too intimate; you've never even sat on Heeseung's face before, and you're sure this isn't something he's done with Minjeong.
"But, I don't wanna cru- fuck!"
Sunghoon dismisses your worries, forcing you down onto his face and instantly wrapping his lips around your clit. You barely have any time to process that this is completely new territory for you, being this intimate with a man, sitting right on his face while he drags his tongue along your cunt; gathering your wetness and dragging it up towards your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.
You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at that, leaning your head against the cold window as your face heats up. This only encourages Sunghoon even further, and his confidence grows, feeling bold enough to tease the tip of his tongue into your hole.
You jolt up at this, biting back a moan and wishing you could reach down and grab a fistful of his hair and properly ride his face. He licks another stripe up your folds, gripping your thighs and holding your body in place when you try to squirm away.Â
"Stop trying to run from me," he groans into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending a shiver across your body.Â
He presses his face further into your cunt, moaning at how much wetter you've gotten since he's started. For a man who apparently wasn't one to eat a girl out, he sure did seem desperate and eager to have you come on his face. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was doing it for his own pleasure rather than yours, which only turns you on even more.
After a few more slides of his tongue, you finally feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs tensing around Sunghoon's head.
"I know you're close," he whispers, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, "go ahead, use me. I know you want to."
He's practically begging at this point, big, wet eyes staring up at you in pure adoration as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. That's your breaking point, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself as your orgasm washes over you.
You let out a moan so loud that your throat hurts shortly afterward, your wrists going limp in the handcuffs as you ride out your high.
Sunghoon doesn't let up until you're practically shaking from overstimulation, your body naturally twitching and squirming away from his greedy mouth as he cleans you up. He pulls away finally, his mouth and chin completely coated with your slick as he leaves a trail of kisses on your bare thighs.
You can't help but stare down at him in awe; he looks completely dazed as if he's running off, nothing but pure desperation and lust for you. You.
"Sunghoon," you say, trying to get his attention, "IâŚdo you keep condoms in here?"
He flutters his eyes open, shaking his head, "No, but 7/11's just down the street. I can go-"
You interrupt him with a shake of your head, "I don't wanna wait; we don't need one."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm on the pill. Just, please, fuck me already."
It's music to his ears, really.
Sunghoon slides himself back up the seat, reaching up to release you from the handcuffs. You groan at this, having gotten used to them and quite frankly enjoyed the temporary feeling of restriction.
"You liked the cuffs?" Sunghoon questions, dropping your wrists from the grab bar.
"Yeah," you admit, "I liked it more than I thought I would."
He nods at this, and you realize now that one of the cuffs is still clasped around your wrist. Sunghoon also notices this and smirks as an idea forms in his head. "Turn around."
You comply with no further questions, groaning when he suddenly pushes your body down into the seat. He brings your arms behind your back, handcuffing you once more as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. "I knew you'd like it."
Sunghoon pushes your skirt back up, straddling himself around your things after pulling his pants and boxers far enough to allow his cock to spring free. He steadies himself with a hand on your shoulder, using the other to teasingly drag his fully-hardened cock across your slick folds.
Sunghoon shivers at this, cursing at the sight as he repeats his movements. He knows he won't last much longer; he was practically seconds away from coming in his boxers just from eating you out, so he really should quit with the teasing for his own sake.
Minjeong had never allowed him to fuck her without a condom, so this type of intimacy was new and overwhelmingly good.
He finally pushes himself into you, his tip alone causing you to bite down on the leather of his seat. You already felt so full, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.
"Ah fuck," he groans, "you're so tight, you're soâŚfuck." He can barely even form a sentence, biting down on his bottom lip as he further inches himself inside of you.
You're not doing any better, feeling as if you're already seconds away from your second orgasm when he's hardly even done anything. It takes a minute before he's fully inside of you, pausing before he leans down and asks, "Can I move?"
"Please, I need you to."
Sunghoon nods at this, pressing a kiss against your ear before sitting himself back up. He angles your hips off the seat but presses your chest further into it, giving you (and himself) the perfect arch to comfortably slide in and out.
The first few thrusts are slow, as expected, but just enough to get you used to his size. Even this was all too much for Sunghoon; he was already dangerously close to his orgasm.
He didn't intend on speeding up his thrusts already, but he really can't help it. Everything about this feels too good. The way your walls perfectly wrap around him, and the way you're moaning and cursing for him to keep going are overwhelmingly good.
"Fuck." He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses you down further into the backseat. He pulls his cock all the way out before pushing himself back in, which you seem to enjoy. He does it a few more times, mostly to humor himself since it's something he assumed you would've been annoyed by.
"Sunghoon," you pant, "I'm close."
"Already?" He asks, pushing your hips downwards until you're lying flat on your stomach.
He tries to come off as cocky and frustrated, but he really is grateful you're already so close to your orgasm, seeing that he felt like he could burst at any given second.
You nod, "Please, keep going."
He doesn't respond, opting to remain silent as you pull his cock out of you before ramming it back in at a pace much harder and faster than before. His thrusts are sloppy and borderline desperate, the sound of skin slapping and grunts filling the air shortly afterward.
The two of you could hardly keep your eyes open, too lost in the pleasure of your approaching orgasms.
Your's hits first, and Sunghoon's follows shortly after, practically filling you up to the brim with his cum. You've never felt so full and warm, heat spreading through your entire body as you slowly calm down and regulate hour breathing.
Sunghoon doesn't feel like moving, but he does anyway, slipping himself out of you with a wince, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the seat of the car. He curses at the sight, stopping himself from leaning forward and eating it out of you.
He undoes both of the handcuffs this time, helping you sit up as you avoid eye contact with each other. "Hold on," he says, re-adjusting his pants and boxers, "I should have a towel or something in the trunk."
Sunghoon steps out of the car, returning a minute later with a towel in hand. He leans down, prepared to clean you up, until you stop him, "It's okay, I got it."
He shakes his head, "I can do it for you."
"It's fine," you say, buttoning up your shirt, "I'd prefer to do it myself, actually."
Sunghoon finally gives in, handing you the towel before leaning over the center console and retrieving your panties from the passenger seat. He waits patiently for you to finish up, instructing you to just drop the towel on the floor as he hands you your underwear.
"Hey, have youâŚdo you think you've sobered up yet?" He asks, watching as you slip your panties back on.
"Yeah, why?"
"Before I met you in the bathroom, I took a few bites of an edible, and I think it's starting to kick in. I think you should drive."
You sigh, mostly because this was not at all what you'd been hoping he'd say. "Drive where? To your place? Then where would I go?"
"I can pay for your Uber home."
"Sunghoon, it's past midnight, and I'm a girl; taking an Uber this late is too dangerous."
"Then drive back to your place; I'll sleep in the car and drive off in the morning."
You groan, "No, Minjeong might visit me in the morning. What'll she think when she sees your car in my driveway?"
"Dammit, YN, then just spend the night at my place. You can take my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch; just please drive us somewhere, for fuck's sake."
Bickering with Sunghoon somehow doesn't annoy you; in fact, it feels almost domestic. Going back and forth like a real couple.
"Fine." You say, climbing into the driver's seat.
Sunghoon's phone falls off the dashboard in the process, now charged at twenty-eight percent, and apparently, a missed text from Minjeong that was sent a few minutes ago.
The jealousy that fills your chest is downright abnormal; Minjeong is your best friend; there's no real reason for you to feel jealous of her in the first place.Â
In fact, you shouldn't feel any sort of guilt at all; it's not like they're still together. They've been broken up for three weeks and three days.Â
Three weeks. And Three days.
#enhypen smut#enhypen imagine#park sunghoon#sunghoon smut#sunghoon imagine#lee heeseung#sim jaeyun#jake sim#enhypen scenarios#kpop imagine#kpop smut#kpop scenarios#sleepyhoon
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Something I love about The Far Roofs is how much of a swerve its premise is if you're coming to it uninitiated.
Okay, so there's these talking rats with a culture of swashbuckling heroism â basic Redwall/Reepicheep stuff.
Also, there's a magical realm called the Far Roofs which exists above every human community, and that's where the rats go adventuring; a little weird, but you can see the precedents in popular fiction. It's like wainscot fantasy taken to its logical-yet-absurd conclusion.
By default, the game wants you to play as a fictionalised version of your (presumably human!) self and go up onto the Far Roofs to have adventures with the rats. All right, now it's coming together: it's like isekai fantasy meets The Muppet Show, with you as the obligatory human character, right?
Then we get to the nature of those adventures: the rats have this whole culture built around questing against beings they call "the Mysteries" â beasties with names like Harpy and Goblin and Unicorn. So basically it's a bunch of muppety rats on the roofs fighting Dungeons & Dragons monsters, and you go up and help them do it. Great.
And then you get to what the Mysteries are actually like, and... well, I'm going to let the following excerpt carry the weight here. (This particular bit of text also appears in a previously published work by the same author, so I'm not giving anything away that's still under wraps.)
Unicorn, which is named Numinous, dwells three steps away and beyond the world, but most often in the Farthest Roofs, where the Steppes of the Sky come down to touch the Vast and Earthen Court. There it is stepping upwards from the world, as it has always been stepping upwards from the world, caught in a moment of transcendent glory that does not complete. It simply is. Melanthios heard the footsteps of Unicorn. Melanthios heard the ringing of Unicornâs bells. So Melanthios chased Unicorn off to the Farthest Roofs, and Melanthios did not return. Anton and Karel, who were his sons, were wiser than their father. They heard the bells but they did not follow. Instead, they memorized the scent. They gathered swords, and ropes, and nets, and they went out. They brought food and water and all manner of gear. They clung to the roofs with all four feet wheresoever after Unicorn they went. It proved no good. Anton looked up, and Karel to his brother. The world came downâ Thatâs what Karel said. He had time to look away. He had time to bury his head in his paws. He did not see the fullness of Unicornâs presence. He only saw Anton his brother become unreal. In the light of the moment of the Unicorn, Anton became as a paper figure in the fire. His reality burned out. His shadow seared into the roofs behind him. Where heâd stood, for just a moment, the Steppes of the Sky came down to touch the Vast and Earthen Court; and Anton was gone away. So Karel ran and Karel ran and Karel ran from the Unicorn; and all his life, he envied but was more fortunate than his brother.
These are gods. You're going up there to kill God.
Like, it's still silly wainscot fantasy with funny talking rats, but there's that tension. It's like if Fraggle Rock occasionally took a hard turn to serious cosmic horror â Lord Dunsany by way of Jim Henson â and that tonal juxtaposition was treated as something unremarkable.
Basically what I'm saying is go back The Far Roofs.
#gaming#tabletop roleplaying#tabletop rpgs#the far roofs#dr. jenna moran#crowdfunding#kickstarter#violence mention#death mention
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Book recs: black science fiction
As february and black history month nears its end, if you're a reader let's not forget to read and appreciate books by black authors the rest of the year as well! If you're a sci-fi fan like me, perhaps this list can help find some good books to sink your teeth into.
Bleak dystopias, high tech space adventures, alien monsters, alternate dimensions, mash-ups of sci-fi and fantasy - this list features a little bit of everything for genre fiction fans!
For more details on the books, continue under the readmore. Titles marked with * are my personal favorites. And as always, feel free to share your own recs in the notes!
If you want more book recs, check out my masterpost of rec lists!
Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor
Something massive and alien crashes into the ocean off the coast of Nigeria. Three people, a marine biologist, a rapper, and a soldier, find themselves at the center of this presence, attempting to shepherd an alien ambassador as chaos spreads in the city. A strange novel that mixes the supernatural with the alien, shifts between many different POVs, and gives a one of a kind look at a possible first contact.
Nubia: The Awakening (Nubia series) by Omar Epps & Clarence A. Hayes
Young adult. Three teens living in the slums of an enviromentally ravaged New York find that something powerful is awakening within them. Theyâre all children of refugees of Nubia, a utopian African island nation that sank as the climate worsened, and realize now that their parents have been hiding aspects of their heritage from them. But as they come into their own, someone seeks to use their abilities to his own ends, against their own people.
The Scourge Between Stars by Ness Brown
Novella. After having failed at establishing a new colony, starship Calypso fights to make it back to Earth. Acting captain Jacklyn Albright is already struggling against the threats of interstellar space and impending starvation when the ship throws her a new danger: something is hiding on the ship, picking off her crew one by one in bloody, gruesome ways. A quick, excellent read if you want some good Alien vibes.
Dawn (Xenogenesis trilogy) by Octavia E. Butler*
After a devestating war leaves humanity on the brink of extinction, survivor Lilith finds herself waking up naked and alone in a strange room. Sheâs been rescued by the Oankali, who have arrived just in time to save the human race. But thereâs a price to survival, and it might be humanity itself. Absolutely fucked up I love it I once had to drop the book mid read to stare at the ceiling and exclaim in horror at what was going on. Includes darker examinations of agency and consent, so enter with caution.
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson*
Utterly unique in world-building, story, and prose, Midnight Robber follows young Tan-Tan and her father, inhabitants of the Carribean-colonized planet of Toussaint. When her father commits a terrible crime, heâs exiled to a parallel version of the same planet, home to strange aliens and other human exiles. Tan-Tan, not wanting to lose her father, follows with him. Trapped on this new planet, he becomes her worst nightmare. Enter this book with caution, as it contains graphic child sexual abuse.
Rosewater (The Wormwood trilogy) by Tade Thompson
In Nigeria lies Rosewater, a city bordering on a strange, alien biodome. Its motives are unknown, but itâs having an undeniable effect on the surrounding life. Kaaro, former criminal and current psychic agent for the government, is one of the people changed by it. When other psychics like him begin getting killed, Kaaro must take it upon himself to find out the truth about the biodome and its intentions.
Do You Dream of Terra-Two? by Temi Oh
Young adult. A century ago, an astronomer discovered a possibly Earth-like planet. Now, a team of veteran astronauts and carefully chosen teenagers are preparing to embark on a twenty-three year trip to get there. But space is dangerous, and the team has no one to rely on but each other if - or when - something goes wrong. An introspective slowburn of a story, this focuses more on character work than action.
The Best of All Possible Worlds by Karen Lord
After the planet Sadira is left uninhabitable, its few survivors are forced to move to a new world. On Cygnus Beta, they work to rebuild their society alongside their distant relatives of the planet, while trying to preserve what remains of their culture. Focused less on hard science or action, The Best of All Possible Worlds is more about culture, romance and the ethics and practicalities of telepathy.
Mirage (Mirage duology) by Somaiya Daud
Young adult. Eighteen-year-old Amani lives on an isolated moon under the oppressive occupation of the Valthek empire. When Amani is abducted, she finds herself someplace wholly unexpected: the royal palace. As it turns out, she's nearly identical to the half-Valthek, and widely hated, princess Maram, who is in need of a body double. If Amani ever wants to make it back home or see her people freed from oppression, she will have to play her role as princess perfectly. While sci-fi, this one more has the vibe of a fantasy.
An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon
Life on the lower decks of the generation ship HSS Matilda is hard for Aster, an outcast even among outcasts, trying to survive in a system not dissimilar to the old antebellum South. The shipâs leaders have imposed harsh restrictions on their darker skinned people, using them as an oppressed work force as they travel toward their supposed Promised Land. But as Aster finds a link between the death of the shipâs sovereign and the suicide of her own mother, she realizes there may be a way off the ship.
Where It Rains in Color by Denise Crittendon
The planet Swazembi is a utopia of color and beauty, the most beautiful of all its citizens being the Rare Indigo. Lileala was just named Rare Indigo, but her strict yet pampered life gets upended when her beautiful skin is struck by a mysterious sickness, leaving it covered in scars and scabs. Meanwhile, voices start to whisper in Lileala's mind, bringing to the surface a past long forgotten involving her entire society.
Eacaping Exodus (Escaping Exodus duology) by Nicky Drayden
Seske is the heir to the leader of a clan living inside a gigantic, spacefaring beast, of which they frequently need to catch a new one to reside in as their presence slowly kills the beast from the inside. While I found the ending rushed with regards to plot and character, the worldbuilding is very fresh and the overall plot of survival and class struggle an interesting one. Itâs also sapphic!
Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah*
In a near future America, inmates on death row or with life sentences in private prisons can choose to participate in death matches for entertainment. If they survive long enough - a rare case indeed - they regain their freedom. Among these prisoners are Loretta Thurwar and Hamara "Hurricane Staxxx" Stacker, partners behind the scenes and close to the deadline of a possible release - if only they can survive for long enough. As the game continues to be stacked against them and protests mount outside, two women fight for love, freedom, and their own humanity. Chain-Gang All-Stars is bleak and unflinching as well as genuinely hopeful in its portrayal of a dark but all to real possible future.
Parable of the Sower (Earthseed duology) by Octavia E. Butler*
In a bleak future, Lauren Olamina lives with her family in a gated community, one of few still safe places in a time of chaos. When her community falls, Lauren is forced on the run. As she makes her way toward possible safety, she picks up a following of other refugees, and sows the seeds of a new ideology which may one day be the saviour of mankind. Very bleak and scarily realistic, Parable of the Sower will make you both fear for mankind and regain your hope for humanity.
Binti (Binti trilogy) by Nnedi Okorafor
Young adult novella. Binti is the first of the Himba people to be accepted into the prestigious Oomza University, the finest place of higher learning in all the galaxy. But as she embarks on her interstellar journey, the unthinkable happens: her ship is attacked by the terrifying Meduse, an alien race at war with Oomza University.
War Girls (War Girls duology) by Tochi Onyebuchi
In an enviromentally fraught future, the Nigerian civil war has flared back up, utilizing cybernetics and mechs to enhance its soldiers. Two sisters, by bond if not by blood, are separated and end up on differing sides of the struggle. Brutal and dark, with themes of dehumanization of soldiers through cybernetics that turn them into weapons, and the effect and trauma this has on them.
The Space Between Worlds (The Space Between Worlds duology) by Micaiah Johnson
Multiverse travel is finally possible, but thereâs a catch: No one can visit a world where their counterpart is still alive. Enter Cara, whose parallel selves happen to be exceptionally good at dying. As such she has a very special job in traveling to these worlds, hoping to keep her position long enough to gain citizenship in the walled-off Wiley City, away from the wastes where she grew up. But her job is dangerous, especially when she gets on the tracks of a secret that threatens the entire multiverse. Really cool worldbuilding and characters, also featuring a sapphic lead!
The Fifth Season (The Broken Eart trilogy) by N.K. Jemisin*
In a world regularly torn apart by natural disasters, a big one finally strikes and society as we know it falls, leaving people floundering to survive in a post apocalyptic world, its secrets and past to be slowly revealed. We get to follow a mother as she races through this world to find and save her missing daughter. While mostly fantasy in genre, this series does have some sci-fi flavor, and is genuinely some of the best books I've ever read, please read them.
The Women Could Fly by Megan Giddings*
In an alternate version of our present, the witch hunt never ended. Women are constantly watched and expected to marry young so their husbands can keep an eye on them. When she was fourteen, Josephine's mother disappeared, leveling suspicions at both mother and daughter of possible witchcraft. Now, nearly a decade and a half later, Jo, in trying to finally accept her missing mother as dead, decides to follow up on a set of seemingly nonsensical instructions left in her will. Features a bisexual lead!
The Prey of Gods by Nicky Drayden
South African-set scifi featuring gods ancient and new, robots finding sentience, dik-diks, and a gay teen with mind control abilities. An ancient goddess seeks to return to her true power no matter how many humans she has to sacrifice to get there. A little bit all over the place but very creative and fresh.
The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson*
Young adult. Young artist June Costa lives in Palmares Tres, a beautiful, matriarchal city relying heavily on tradition, one of which is the Summer King. The most recent Summer King is Enki, a bold boy and fellow artist. With him at her side, June seeks to finally find fame and recognition through her art, breaking through the generational divide of her home. But growing close to Enki is dangerous, because he, like all Summer Kings, is destined to die.
The Blood Trials (The Blood Gifted duology) by N.E. Davenport
After Ikenna's grandfather is assasinated, she is convinced that only a member of the Praetorian guard, elite soldiers, couldâve killed him. Seeking to uncover his killer, Ikenna enrolls in a dangerous trial to join the Praetorians which only a quarter of applicants survive. For Ikenna, the stakes are even higher, as she's hiding forbidden blood magic which could cost her her life. Mix of fantasy and sci-fi. While I didnât super vibe with this one, I suspect fans of action packed romantasy will enjoy it.
Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany
1960s classic. Rydra Wong is a space captain, linguist and poet who is set on learning to understand Babel-17, a language which is humanity's only clue at the enemy in an interstaller war. But Babel-17 is more than just a language, and studying it may change Rydra forever.
Pet (Pet duology) by Akwaeke Emezi
Young adult novella. Jam lives in a utopian future that has been freed of monsters and the systems which created and upheld them. But then she meets Pet, a dangerous creature claiming to be hunting a monster still among them, prepared to stop at nothing to find them. While I personally found the word-building in Pet lacking, it deftly handles dark subjects of what makes a human a monster.
Bonus AKA I havenât read these yet but they seem really cool
Lion's Blood by Steven Barnes
Alternate history in which Africans colonized South America while vikings colonized the North. The vikings sell abducted Celts and Franks as slaves to the South, one of which is eleven-years-old Irish boy Aidan O'Dere, who was just bought by a Southern plantation owner.
The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow
Young adult dystopia. Ellie lives in a future where humanity is under the control of the alien Ilori. All art is forbidden, but Ellie keeps a secret library; when one of her books disappears, she fears discovery and execution. M0Rr1S, born in a lab and raised to be emotionless, finds her library, and though he should deliver her for execution, he finds himself obsessed with human music. Together the two embark on a roadtrip which may save humanity.
Womb City by Tlotlo Tsamaase
Lelah lives in future Botswana, but despite money and fame she finds herself in an unhappy marriage, her body controlled via microchip by her husband. After burying the body of an accidental hit and run, Lelah's life gets worse when the ghost of her victim returns to enact bloody vengeance.
Orleans by Sherri L. Smith
Young adult. Fen de la Guerre, living in a quarantined Gulf Coast left devestated by storms and sickness, is forced on the run with a newborn after her tribe is attacked. Hoping to get the child to safety, Fen seeks to get to the other side of the wall, she teams up with a scientist from the outside the quarantine zone.
Everfair by Nisi Shawl
A neo-victorian alternate history, in which a part of Congo was kept safe from colonisation, becoming Everfair, a safe haven for both the people of Congo and former slaves returning from America. Here they must struggle to keep this home safe for them all.
The Splinter in the Sky by Kemi Ashing-Giwa
Space opera. Enitan just wants to live a quiet life in the aftermath of a failed war of conquest, but when her lover is killed and her sister kidnapped, she's forced to leave her plans behind to save her sister.
Honorary mentions AKA these didn't really work for me but maybe you guys will like them: The City We Became (Great Cities duology) by N.K. Jemisin, The Lesson by Cadwell Turnbull, The A.I. Who Loved Me by Alyssa Cole
#nella talks books#lagoon#nubia the awakening#the scourge between stars#xenogenesis#midnight robber#rosewater#do you dream of terra two?#the best of all possible worlds#mirage#an unkindness of ghosts#where it rains in color#escaping exodus#chain gang all stars#parable of the sower#binti#war girls#the space between worlds#the fifth season#the women could fly#the prey of gods#the summer prince#the blood trials#babel 17#pet
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JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333
I love you ty for your request! âHotch flirts with Jackâs favourite teacher, because heâs never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k
Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isnât as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories donât end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones.Â
With Jackâs library card they can borrow ten books. With his dadâs, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if theyâre careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does.Â
âCan I look for Super Pup?â Jack asks his dad.Â
Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. âWhat?â he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jackâs just handed him.Â
âSuper Pup?âÂ
âIâll help, buddy.â Hotch looks like heâs going to stand, then hesitates. âIn a second. Donât go where I canât see you, Jackers.âÂ
Hotch is tired. He didnât come home until very late, but heâd woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. Heâs sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesnât mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart.Â
And now heâs brought him to the library, and after that theyâll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until itâs too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he wonât do it again with a quick hug from behind.Â
As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack canât know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesnât seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his.Â
Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotchâs phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.
A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesnât require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike.Â
You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. Youâre so used to kids you say, âWhatâs up?â before you remember you arenât at work.Â
You turn in your crouch to look behind you. âOh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?âÂ
âMe and dad are looking for books.âÂ
You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if youâre terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. Heâs the most gentlemanly man youâve ever met. Heâs arduous in how respectful he is, heâs understanding, and heâs tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him.Â
But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. âWhat sorts of books? Just for fun?âÂ
âI want to read Super Pup.âÂ
The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. âWait,â you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldnât leave Jack alone, would he? âWhereâs your dad? Youâre not by yourself, are you?âÂ
Jack laughs. âNo! Iâm looking for Super Pup! Dadâs tired.âÂ
You canât decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kidâs section. Fiction is the other side of the library. âHow did you end up over here?â You offer your hand. âShould we go back and find your dad?âÂ
âI saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.â
He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. âThanks, honey. Letâs go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.âÂ
You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section.Â
âJack?â Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. âJack.âÂ
âMr. Hotchner,â you say.Â
âDad!âÂ
He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains.Â
âJack, I said stay where I can see you,â he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. âPlease, buddy. You gotta listen to me.âÂ
Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, âBut look, itâs Miss L/N.âÂ
âI can see,â he says softly.Â
Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where youâve stayed.Â
âI hope he didnât interrupt you,â he says.Â
âPlease,â you say, âheâs my favourite. Justââ You wince. âDonât tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.âÂ
âI think we can keep this secret,â Mr. Hotchner says.Â
âHe was just telling me that youâre looking for Super Pup. If you donât find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.âÂ
Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. âI donât think he even looked.âÂ
âI did look!â Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing.Â
âYou clearly werenât looking in the right place.âÂ
âI was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!âÂ
âI wasnât sleeping,â Mr. Hotchner says to you.Â
You tuck your hands behind your back. âItâs okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say weâre resting our eyes.âÂ
âAaron,â he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion youâd swear to be bordering affectionate.Â
Youâve been Jackâs teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, youâll find out if youâre moving up a grade with him, but until then, youâve made the most of such a nice kid, and you arenât shy to tell that to Aaron. You donât mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place.Â
And his father is a good reason to stay. Heâs one of the only nice (hot) dads.Â
You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, whatâs so funny? Heâs terrifying.Â
âAaron,â you rush to say, and fill the silence youâve made, âItâs nice to see you.âÂ
âItâs nice to see you, too. Youâll see me on Monday, so youâll be sick of me by Tuesday.âÂ
You rock ever so gently on your heels. âYou arenât working.âÂ
âItâs Jackâs birthday.âÂ
You nod, pleased. âI know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didnât we? Everybodyâs gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat weâre going to watch a movie before lunch.âÂ
âDo you do that for every kid?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âHow do you afford it?â He lowers his gaze. âI just mean, itâs expensive to do that for every birthday.âÂ
âLuckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesnât usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But⌠I donât know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. Itâs special to feel special, and,â âyou smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your handâ âJack always makes everybody else feel special. âÂ
The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words.Â
Aaron gives you a long, long look. âThank you,â he says.Â
âOh, youâre welcome.âÂ
You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaronâs hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like heâd give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all.Â
Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you canât help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive.Â
âAw, Jack, whereâs your birthday badge?â you ask, fall air nipping your nose.Â
âHe was feeling too shy,â Aaron says. Heâs in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, itâs inhumane.Â
âYou were?â You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. âWell, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. Itâs super shiny, bud. What do you think?âÂ
You show Jack the badge, Itâs My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop.Â
Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldnât want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch.Â
âWe have something for you,â Jack says.Â
You stand straight. âYou do?âÂ
Aaron hadnât been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me.Â
âThank you⌠Can I open it now?â you ask.Â
âI think you should wait for lunch,â Aaron says.Â
You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. âHave a good day. Iâll be here to pick you up, I promise,â he says.
Itâs a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, heâs actually happy for the attention. He doesnât eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company.Â
Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm whatâs inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side.Â
The front of the card is as youâd expected it to be spelling out Aaronâs contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but itâs the back that youâd been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier,Â
Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? âAaron.Â
Flirt, you think firmly, happily. Heâs such a flirt.Â
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Loving Flames | Part One
Pairing: Eris x Reader
Summary: Amarantha decided to 'gift' you to Eris Vanserra to get back at Rhys. Requested by anon here.
Warnings: 18+ only, canon level violence, alludes to SA, the word whore shows up a few times, (again not proofread), let me know if anything was forgotten...
Word Count: 4.6k
Disclaimer: I do not own SJMâs characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.
Dividers from @saradika
Eris met you when you were 35, years after the war. It was at a High Lords meeting, with your father bringing you along to introduce you to the court. It snapped for Eris in that moment.
You were wearing a spectacular navy blue and silver gown, fabric attached to your shoulders to make it look like a cape. Your wings were tucked in tight behind you to keep from bumping into anyone.
He tried to speak to you that night, tell you about the bond, but his father pulled him away quickly and he didnât see you again.
The next time he saw you, however, you were by Rhysandâs side in all black, mourning the loss of your father and your mother. And your wings. While Tamlinâs brothers didnât kill you, they almost did. Taking time with you is what allowed you to live, unfortunately for you.
Eris tried approaching you again, needing to say at least something to you. This time, Azriel, the ever obedient guard dog, growled and told him to leave. These ceremonies were for friends only. Which the Autumn Court was not. That night, Eris gave up on the idea that you and him could be together. He decided to leave you be, and avoid you at all cost.
But then Amarantha came sweeping in. Rhysand brought you to the ball with all of the High Lords when she took their powers. As since Rhysandâs father killed Tamlinâs, she wanted to punish him more than just taking him to bed.
âBeron, which one of these is your heir?â She asked, perched atop the throne. You were standing close to Rhys, his arm around your back. Eris, even though the bond was buried deep down, could feel the nerves radiating down that bridge. You were terrified. That she was going to hurt you. Or Rhys. And what better way than letting your enemy do it or you.
âI am,â Eris spoke before his father could utter a word. His father shot him a deadly look, but Amaranthaâs smile widened.
âGood. Iâm gifting her to you.â She said and smirked, nodding towards you.
Your eyes widened. Rhys looked to Eris with an even deadlier look than his father, almost saying âif you hurt her, you will be killed slowly and Iâll enjoy it.â Eris stepped forward, soliciting a growl to come from deep within Rhysâs throat.
âEasy, bat, I will be gentle.â He said, unable to drop the mask. He forced his hand to remain steady as he reached it out to you.
You shrunk closer to Rhysand, listening as he leaned down and whispered something not even fae eyes could detect. You looked up to Rhys with pleading eyes.
âHurry, now, I do not have all day.â Amarantha said, staring at her nails as if she were bored.
With a final nod from Rhysand, you shakily took Erisâs hand.
He did not pull you, instead allowing you to walk with him back to where his father and brothers stood. After that that, he let go of your hand. He promised himself he would protect you, even if you all thought he was a monster. He would never harm you, and never make you do anything you didnât want to. Not as long as he could help it. His mate. You were under his protection now, and he would be damned if he let anyone harm you ever again.
Deciding to make you suffer even more, since you were the reason Rhysand knew about Tamlinâs brothers hurting you, Amarantha assigned you to a tiny room connected to Erisâs. It didnât have a fireplace, and it barely fit the small bed that was in it. There was a small room filled with revealing clothing. Specially placed there so you could please Eris, according to her.
But months went by and he did not touch you. He would escort you to court dinners, offering you more food than the small portion you were allowed. You never accepted, eyes always darting for your brother to bring you some sort of comfort. But, Rhys was barely there. If he was, his eyes were cast downwards as Amarantha stroked his arm or his leg, making it clear that Rhys was her obedient dog, her whore. It made you sick to your stomach, but you knew he did it to keep your family safe. So maybe one day you could return to the sanctuary of Velaris.
You flinched slightly as Eris rested a hand on top of yours. âYou need to eat, my lady,â he whispered. What seemed to be concern filled his eyes.
âSo you can treat me like a pet?â You asked, swallowing your fear.
âSo you can survive this.â He said. âI-â he glanced up as Amarantha stood up to make an announcement. âI will come to your room tonight and I want you to have strength.â He said before she began to speak.
A chill ran down your spine at the thought of what you imagined on your head. You looked down to your plate, taking a small bite of the food. You were no good if you starved yourself. And if you didnât please Eris like he wanted to, either he or Amarantha would punish you. Probably in front of your brother. Or make him do it.
Eris hummed in agreement to your action, before his attention looked towards Amarantha.
That night, you were shivering in your bedroom. The light set of pajamas doing nothing to keep you warm in the cool room, surrounded by nothing but stone. You perked your head up when the door connecting to Erisâs room opened. He normally used the main one connected to the hall, but tonight he must have wanted to be discrete. Bile rose on your throat in anticipation of what was about to happen, tears welling in your eyes as you body shook from the cold.
âIâm taking you to see your brother.â Eris said quietly. You looked at him, sitting up even more as you curled into yourself more.
âWhy?â You asked
Erisâs heart broke at the sight of you, shivering from the cold and near tears from what you imagined he would do. He could be the villain in your story as long as he could keep you safe. But he needed you sane, as well. He would not let you deteriorate under this gods-forsaken mountain.
âDid you not hear Amarantha? She is sending Rhys to do scouting for the next few months. And Iâd like for you to get a proper goodbye.â Eris said. âHere,â he said, pulling out the long, wool lined robe for you. âYouâll be warmer in this.â He even warmed it up with his internal heat before he came in here.
You slowly reached out, grabbing it before wrapping it around your body. He saw as you sunk into its warmth, wish that it was him you could find such comfort in.
He held out a hand and you slowly took it. âIâll need to act like Iâm taking you somewhere else, so just stay close and donât talk.â He whispered before wrapping an arm around your waist. While you would have normally recoiled, you could only lean further into his body heat, much warmer than any youâve know before. You assumed it was his internal flames burning under his skin, maybe causing his temperature to be much warmer than others. It must have been a nice luxury to have. Though, you were certain he had a fireplace in his room. Not that it would be hard for him to conjure flame anyway.
Eris stole glances at you, hoping that this would make you happier. You hadnât seen Rhys, at least not at a distance where you could embrace or talk, for at least a year. But Eris knew Rhys would take your unwillingness to eat as Eris forbidding it, or some other malicious thing. Your eyes were sunken, each piece of clothing hung from your body looser as the days passed. You looked tired, exhausted, as if someone was draining the life force from you. No matter how many times Eris had asked, you were never allowed outside with him. Not even on one of the upper balconies. Your punishment for being alive while her friend was dead. It seemed Amarantha wanted to punish you more than Rhys. And Eris was just glad he could be there to protect you from most of her wrath, claiming that his gift shouldnât be harmed. The things she threatened to do⌠Eris hoped she wouldnât figure out you were his mate. Because if she did⌠even if her and Beron were allies, Eris didnât think she would spare you much longer.
Eris knocked on a door, one of the shadow wraiths opening it. Your lips turned into a gentle smile as you greeted Nuala, happy to see a familiar face.
At the site of you, Nuala stepped aside. Rhys had bruises all around his neck, where he was staring at them in the mirror. You swallowed and looked up at Eris.
âFive minutes.â He said and stepped back, nodding at you to go in. You tentatively took a step inside, and once you were over the threshold, Nuala shut the door. Rhys turned, his eyes widening as he finally took account of who was in the room.
â(Y/N),â he breathed out rushing over to you. He looked you over, frowning at how poorly you looked. He cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes. Searching for the carefree little sister he knew. âAre you okay? How did you get here?â He asked.
Rhys must have put a shield around the room before Nuala opened the door, if he did not know Eris brought you here.
âIâm fine⌠I wanted to say goodbye. You are leaving for the outside soon.â You said, your voice quiet and weak. If Amarantha was trying to torture Rhys, she was doing a good job at it.
âHas he hurt you?â He asked.
You shook your head, wanting to say how well Eris was treating you. But the look on Rhysâs eyes told you he wouldnât believe you. Maybe you needed to make more of an effort to be involved in this ridiculous, cruel court. But would that make you any better than Beron? Would it help you? Would it help your brother?
Rhys pulled you in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his chest, burying your head in it. âPlease come back.â You whispered, holding him tighter.
âI will never leave you here.â He whispered, rubbing your back. âAnd I will do everything I can to get you away from him.â He said as he pulled away.
âDid Amarantha do this?â You asked as you traced the small circular bruises on his neck.
âShe likes to mark her whores.â
You frowned, looking up at the cold look in his eyes. âIâm proud of you.â You whispered. âI want you to know that⌠you are doing what is right for our family. And Iâm so proud that I can call you my brother.â
You could see the words didnât hit like you wanted them to⌠and your heart sank at the thought of Rhys not thinking he was doing enough. Or that he wasnât good enough. âI will see you soon, (Y/N).â He said, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.
You glanced at the time on the clock, then noticed Rhys had a balcony to go outside. âFly for me, brother.â You whispered before stepping back. âI will see you soon.â You said before turning around and walking out of the room. You gave Nuala another smile before finding Eris with his back against the opposite hallway wall.
You walked up to him and took a quiet, internal breath. âIâd like new clothes.â You said to him.
His rose his eyebrows, shocked at your sudden urge to talk to him. âExcuse me?â It came out more rude than he meant it, but didnât let that show.
âI-â you started and then took a visible deep breath. âIf I am to be your gift, I want to be presentable. I would like new clothes.â You said. You had no intention of doing anything for Eris, and the more you could avoid him, the better. But if Amarantha thought Eris favored you, maybe she would let you out. Maybe you could fool her into thinking you were enjoying it. And maybe that would be enough for her to let you leave your room by yourself.
âOkay.â Eris said.
It was your turn to be shocked. You thought you would need to convince him a lot more than that.
âGive me a list of clothes youâd like, and Iâll see what I can do.â He answered, then held out his arm. âNow come, you must be tired.â He said.
You tentatively took his arm, still slightly shocked that he didnât dismiss you. This male that you knew to be cruel and abusive was nothing but kind, gentle, and patient with you. You started to piece together the times you interacted with him, and couldnât think of a single time were he was mean. Maybe distant, cold, but plenty of faeries were like that. Your brother was like that a lot of the times. It was a mask to keep him safe. Maybe Eris was the same. Maybe you could trust him.
You faltered as he did not stop at your door, but kept walking a few more steps to his. You looked up at him and watched as he opened the door and lead you inside. Maybe you didnât escape what you dreaded earlier today.
âItâs warmer in here. If youâd like, you can sleep in here. I can take your room.â He said.
You frowned. âWhat?â
âEvery time I see you, you are freezing. And itâs because Amarantha put you in a room that is meant to be a cooler. Why itâs attached to a bedroom, I donât know. But I donât think itâs the proper place for the Princess of the Night Court to sleep.â
âBut⌠wonât you get cold?â You asked, glancing to the door that connected the rooms.
âI run hot.â He said, a slight smirk coming to his lips.
âWhy are you being nice to me?â You asked.
âMaybe it will be beneficial to me later on.â He said and shrugged. âBut I cannot bring myself to harm you.â He said. âIn anyway.â
And he showed it. From then on, you stayed in his room. Soon enough, you offered him to come to your room too. Even with the fire, you were still cold. You supposed it was the lack of food, of sunlight, of fresh air. It was not good for your body. So, you asked him to join you in the bed. Just to sleep. And he obliged, staying on his side of the bed. Until one night, where you were particularly cold after a âwinterâ ball was thrown.
You turned over to Eris, who seemed to be asleep. You were in an oversized sweater and some loose pants. Courtesy of your wardrobe he provided for you. âEris?â You whispered.
His head turned towards you as he opened one eye, a small smile coming to his lips.
He would act like this whenever you were alone. When no one could see you, he would show you a soft side. A side that had you wondering where all the cruel things said about him came from. This couldnât be the same male that left your cousin for dead in the Autumn forest. He was so different than how Mor described him. If he was helping you, why wouldnât he help her?
âYes, princess?â He asked.
You werenât even technically a princess, but he insisted on using the nickname. You were surprised it didnât bother you.
âCan you⌠make the fire warmer? Iâm cold.â You said quietly.
His eyes flickered to the burning hearth before looking back at you. âCan I try something before?â He asked.
You searched his eyes and, as usual, found no malice. Maybe a hint of mischief, if you detected it correctly. You gave him a nod, narrowing his eyes as he asked for you to turn on your side. Your back facing him.
âDo you trust me?â He asked when he noticed your hesitance. You paused at the question. Youâve been asking yourself the same thing for months. Almost a year now. Could you trust Eris? âRemember what I said? I wonât hurt you.â He said.
You slowly took a deep breath, turning your body so your back was facing him. You tensed up when you felt him shift on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling her closer to his warm body. âWhat- what are you doing?â You asked.
âIâm going to make you warm.â He whispered in l your ear, the breath sending a shiver down your spine. In the best way.
Suddenly, you felt his hand settling on your bicep, and your arm instantly warmed up. You relaxed into the warm, smiling to yourself.
âIs this better?â He asked, rubbing your arm up and done as he held you close.
âMuch.â You answered, even leaning into his chest more.
Eris became your anchor Under the Mountain after that. You often found yourself clutching his bicep, not wanting to be far from him. He stayed true to his word. He would not hurt you. And, apparently, he wouldnât let anyone else hurt you either. One day, you were in the throne room as the court reveled, sitting on a loveseat while you waited for Eris to bring you something to drink. One particularly drunk made stumbled his way to sit next to you and got too close for your liking. Right as he was about to wrap an arm around you, Eris hauled him out of the seat. He pushed him back and said something with a growl you couldnât hear, and then the male was running out of the room. Not many males approached you after that.
Maybe it was because your brother was gone for so long, or maybe it was because Eris was genuine to you. Even when you were out of the room, when he wore that cool uninterested mask, he was gentle with you. His touch was never too tight or too harsh. Was never too high or too low. He made you comfortable. You were starting to like him. As a friend, at least.
For the next 40 years, you were always around him. Even when Amarantha gave you more freedom, you wanted to be near Eris. Rhys started to notice, but didn't say anything as it was only apparent for your affection to his enemy before Summer, Winter, and Day rebelled. And then Amarantha's reign became increasingly strict. With only High Lord dead, and a new one taking his place, there was more tension than ever. Especially because anyone who was caught doing anything suspicious was whipped or tortured in front of the court. Sometimes, your brother would be the one to hold their minds and do it.
However, after finding out that Autumn and Night had nothing to do with the rebellion, she decided to be nice one day and allow you to the upper levels. She gave you in particular one rule, do not go outside. You couldn't help but watch as your brother went out on one balcony. And on the other, Beron and his sons were laughing. Actually laughing. It was only one month when the High Lord of Summer was killed and a bunch of Winter children were closed. Children. And Amarantha was celebrating you all.
Eris, however, was sat across from you on the couch. He noticed the way you longed to go outside, realizing while he was allowed out to visit his court with his father, you were stuck Under the Mountain. You hadn't been outside in more than 40 years.
"You should go, celebrate." You muttered, motioning to his family. "You may not be able to leave for along time." You said, frowning as you looked to your hands.
"I'm just fine in here." Eris said, resisting the urge to lean over and grab your hand. While you never crossed a line of being intimate, or anywhere near it, you had become friendly with Eris. You were more than glad to curl into his side at night, hold his hand at the dining table, or grab his arm while you walked around the passageways.
Before you could suggest it again, one of Eris's brothers peeked his head into the room. "Eris, bring your whore in here." He said.
You internally winced at the term, and Eris glared at his brother. While many people had called you the same, Eris normally corrected them. Especially his brothers.
"She isn't my whore." He growled out. "And if you call her that one more time, Sol, and I will rip your throat out." He said. "Besides, you know she can't go outside."
"Ah, Amarantha will never know." Sol said and smirked. "We'll distract the bat, you take her out there for some alone time." He said, making his way over to the balcony where Rhys was standing. As Sol pulled him inside, you could visibly see and hear Rhys's growl. He didn't want to be here, but if he could watch you amongst the Vanserras, he would.
"Sol-" Eris called out but groaned when him and one of the other brothers pushed Rhys out to talk to Beron and the Lady of Autumn. About what, you didn't really care. You stayed in your seat, taking a deep breath.
"I could at least open the door." He said and stood up, going over to the free balcony and opening the door to let in the breeze. You stood up, standing in front of the threshold. You closed your eyes as you felt the wind on your face, even if it was light.
The smile that came to your lips took Eris's breath away. Even in this terrible place, you could still find small bits of joy.
You looked down at the gap between you and the rest of the world, Eris standing on the other side. "Thank you." You said quietly to him, holding out your hand for him to take. He squeezed your hand, fighting the urge to pull you over the threshold and into his chest. He could image your giggle and scolding before you stepped back into the room. But before he could answer you, Amarantha burst through the doors with two of her sentries.
"Seems like the little princess can't follow the rules... Ah, Eris, are you trying to disobey my command?" She asked.
Your eyes widened and you immediately dropped Eris's hand. "I didn't go outside." You said quickly.
"No, but you were about to. And Eris was going to help you." She said. Rhys and the others came in.
"Now that I ponder it, I do remember hearing about the two of you sneaking around the passage ways months ago. That wasn't to spy, was it?" She asked. "Acting as lust-crazed fools?"
You never once showed any interest in Eris like that, and yet everyone just assumed the two of you were sleeping together. Or more like Eris was fucking you as he pleased.
"Nothing to say? Too bad." She said and nodded towards the sentries, one of them grabbing you and the other grabbing Eris. Rhys lunged forward to try and protect you, but Eris's brother's grabbed him.
"Relax, bastard, no one's going to hurt the princess." Sol teased.
"What is the meaning of this, my queen?" Beron asked, the ever-loving servant. His wife next to him looked completely uninterested other than a hint of worry for her son.
"We will make sure Eris and the princess never sneak around again." She said, giving a small wave before walking out of the room.
Before you knew it, you were standing in the throne room with Eris on his knees. One of Amarantha's sentries had a whip in his hands. "This is what you get for disobeying my command. And you get to watch princess, for luring him like you did the former High Lord of Spring." She said.
You looked at Eris, then at Rhys, pleading him with your eyes to do something, anything to stop this from happening. Rhys just tilted his head and stood beside Amarantha. Of course he thought Eris tried to pull you out and he would gladly see Eris punished over you.
The sound of the whip rang out, skin ripping underneath it. Beron and his other sons stood, stoically watching the punishment.
"How many month ago was it? 5? You've been sneaking around 5 months?" She asked. You weren't even sneaking around, you were simply walking. "5 more." She said and you struggled against the sentries holding you back. "Oh and another 5 for all those months lying to me." She said.
More sounds of the whip. More skin ripping. You watched as Eris clenched his teeth, never yielding a yell or scream. Like he had endured this before. You, on the other hand, were silently crying. You desperately tried to hold back your tears, but you couldn't.
After the final sound of the whip crack rang out, Eris sagged to the floor. "And 10 more, because I don't like hurting my friends." She said.
"Stop!" You screamed, an instinctual tug at your gut telling you he would bleed out if he received any more. "I'll do anything, stop this. Eris didn't do anything wrong." You begged, the sentries yanking you back as your legs almost gave out from under you.
Rhys shot you a look that essentially told you to shut your mouth, but you didn't see it. You were staring into Amarantha's cold eyes.
"Anything?" She asked. When you let out a whimper and nodded, a side smirk came to her red lips. "What about agreeing to be locked in sweet Eris's room under I die?" She asked. "Seems like a fair trade, since you disobeyed my command of not going outside. And you can't roam the halls with him either."
You let out a gulp, hearing a small whisper from Eris telling you not to do it. "So long as you, or anyone of your behalf, hurts him again. I will stay in his room." You said.
"Unless I command you out to court, you will stay in his room. And I, nor anyone on my behalf, will not hurt him. Until I die." She said.
You stood up straighter, feeling Rhys's eyes on you. "We have a bargain." You said.
"That we do." She said as you used your magic to imprint a tattoo on your back, right where Eris's scars would be. In doing so, you did the same for Amarantha, who only smirked more. "Take him to a healer. And take her to the room." She said. You stumbled as they pushed you towards the giant doors. You watched as Eris's sagging body was hauled up by his brothers, nearly sobbing at the sight of him.
As the sentries pushed you through Eris's room's door and shut it behind you, you suddenly realized what you agreed to. You were going to be trapped in this room forever. Unless she wanted to torment you more. Or she died.
What did you just do?
Part Two
A/N: This was so much longer than I expected and it's not even finished yet.. There will be at least another part! Hope you all enjoyed!
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Iâm realising as I browse around that I really love lore when it comes to ttrpgs, games and game worlds. And by that I donât mean I like to obsessively learn lists of dates and wars, and the names of leaders of factions, I mean âŚ
I like learning weird, juicy details about the worlds of games. I like finding little nuggets that say things about the set-up and culture and assumptions of the world. I like finding fragments of ideas to hang whole story and character concepts off.
I love that in D&D 5eâs Spelljammer, the Astral Sea is full of the corpses of dead gods that you can fully sail up to in your ship. Just. Floating out there. Waiting for you to rock up to them.
I love that in Sunless Sea, the king of the drowned is the way he is because he fell in love with an eldritch sea urchin from space, and successfully married it. His niece is an angry sentient floating mountain whose mother is a goddess-mountain and whose father is a face-stealing humanoid abomination. This is fine and normal.
I love that in Starfinder, there are mysterious bubble cities in the surface of the sun that the church of the sun goddess discovered and cheerfully occupied despite having no idea who the hell built them or for what purpose.
I love that in Dishonored, the entire industrial revolution that has built the empire weâre in the midst of saving or destroying was built on the properties of whale oil harvested from eldritch tentacled whales that live half in the oceans and half in an eldritch void personified in the form of a weird-ass black-eyed shit-stirrer of a deity who was formed from a murdered and sacrificed child. And this is largely a background detail.
I love in the Elder Scrolls that the dwarves up and fucking vanished, as a race, at some point in history and absolutely nobody has any clue what happened to them or where they went, but their technology is so insane that ideas like âthey time-travelledâ or âthey erased themselves from existenceâ are absolutely on the table.
I love that in Numenera, so many incredibly advanced civilisations have risen and fallen on this world that itâs absolutely littered with bonkers science fiction artefacts that have caused the current medieval-esque society built over top of them to develop in bizarre ways, and also you can find a mysterious artefact that absolutely baffles and delights your character, but that you the player will fully recognise as a slightly-more-advanced thermos flask.
I love that in Fallout, an irradiated post-nuclear apolocalypic hellscape, thereâs a cult that worships the god of radiation as they have come to understand it, and they are mysteriously immune to radiation with absolutely no explanation whatsoever. Theyâre not ghouls, the usual result of fatally irradiated humans with some resistance, theyâre perfectly normal humans who can somehow just tank rads all damn day. It could be a mutation, but Lovecraftian gods apparently do also fully exist in this setting, so itâs also possible that maybe they were on to something with this Atom thing.
I love that in Heart The City Beneath, thereâs a mass transit train system that they tried to hook up to the eldritch beating god-thing buried under the city so that they could metaphysically chain the stations together more easily, which went horrifically and metaphysically wrong in entirely predictable fashion, and now thereâs a whole order of train-knights who have to keep people safe from the extradimensional weirdness magnet the network has become.
That, and all the fantastic little details you can stumble across. Thereâs a biotech augmentation in Starfinder called an anglerâs light that gives you a little angler-fish bioluminescent antenna on your forehead, and it was developed by asteroid miners who needed light but also both hands free for work. In Dishonored thereâs a festival that everyone pretends is outside of time so nothing you do during it can be held against you. Thereâs a god of snuffed candles mentioned in a single line from Heart The City Beneath who has pacifist cannibal priests, and that is literally all the information you get on him.
While things like the history and geography and timeline of a world do also fascinate me, Iâm not really here to memorise stuff like that. Iâm here to find weird little nuggets of information and worldbuilding and delight in them. Give me funerary customs and weird myths and oddly specific circumstances and baffling little objects and absolutely bonkers cosmological implications. Give me the corpses of dead gods, and aesthetic movements with highly specific backstories, and bureaucratic fuck-ups of titanic scale, and mysterious things that seem to break all other rules of your setting with absolutely no explanation because people in-universe have no fucking clue how they work either. Why are the Children of Atom immune to radiation without ghoulifying? Not a clue, but Confessor Cromwell has been cheerfully standing in that irradiated pond that kills the player character with about 10 minutes of exposure for the last year and heâs still absolutely fine.
I just. I really love lore. I like my settings to have some meat in them, some juicy details to dig into, some inexplicable elements to have fun trying to explain. Particularly that last bit. I feel like a lot of people when building worlds feel like the rules have to be absolute and everything has to have an explanation, but nah. Putting some weird shit in makes everything immediately feel bigger, more real, because we donât have even half an idea of how our world truly works, thereâs always something we just donât fully understand yet, and you can put that in a fictional world too. Some mysteries, some contradictions, some randomness, some weirdness. Thereâs a line, obviously, this depends on execution, but a little bit of mystery really does help.
Lore is awesome. And weird lore is even more so. Heh.
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Baby Mama Drama(jjk x reader)
Pairing: BabyDaddy!Jeon Jungkook x BabyMama!Female!Reader
Word Count: 3.2K+
Warnings: reader and Jungkook coparent, they have a daughter who is mentioned but doesnât appear in the story, reader and Jungkook technically arenât together but they still love each other and fool aroundđĽ´, reader irritates the hell out of JK but he canât stay mad at them, reader is definitely a little toxic, Smut(18+ but I donât control what you consume), oral(m and f receiving), 69 position, the sloppiest of top, face riding, fingering, reverse cowgirl, reader rides like a pro, missionary, reader has a tattoođ¤, reader is also dragging that wagon, reader also also has that certified WAP, reader is flexible, squirting, unprotected s*x(donât do this and then turn into this couple), creampie, dirty talk, one face slap, multiple ass slaps like seriously JK is obsessed with readerâs badonk a donk, a little degradation and a dash of dumbification
A/N: IâM BACK EVERYONE!đĽłfor anyone who didnât read my last post, my tumblr was suspended for a little while so thatâs why I wasnât posting. Anyway, itâs over so Iâm back to work. This is a piece inspired by @joonberriess and their Sleazy!JK storyline. Shoutout to them. I love everything about the way they write JK and reader so definitely check them out if you havenât already! Their stories make me want a sleazy baby daddy who canât leave me the hell alone but I know Iâll never be able to handle that in real life so fictional is good enough for me!đ¤Łthis fic is just kind of a reverse of theirs where I made reader a sleazy and jealous baby mama. I know this kind of behavior is a stereotype among the black community but I am in no way condoning it. Itâs just fiction and meant to be entertaining. Anyway, please let me know what you guys think as I am always open to criticism and please look forward to my upcoming posts! Much love and thanks for reading đ¤đ¤đ¤
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âSo, do you have any kids?â
Taking a sip of his drink, Jungkook nodded. âYeah, one. A daughter. You?â
âTwo. Their father is an absolute nightmare though. Thank goodness we have a court order. I canât even be in the same room as him without wanting to pull all my hair out.â She bitterly laughed with a shake off her head, tossing the rest of her drink back. âWhat about you? Is your childâs mother a monster?â
Jungkook titled his head, a strained chuckle leaving him. âUm, well sheâsâŚ..something.â
The woman hummed. âI get it. A real bitch, huh? I hate women like that. Ones who canât let their baby daddyâs go and are somehow always around. So annoying. Like donât you have something better to do?â
âYeah and I do it 4 times a week in my Queen sized bed.â
Jungkook stiffened at the sound of that familiar voice. There was only one person he knew that spoke that crassly to strangers.
The scent of your perfume and the smell of the mousse you used on your braids invaded his space and solidified that shit was about to go downhill.
The woman, whoâs name he donât think he ever caught, made a noise of surprise once you appeared before her. Your body stood right between her and Jungkook, forcing her to step back a little. Arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked out to the side, your eyes roamed up and down this womanâs body in a scrutinizing manner.
âAnd who are you?â
Leaning back a little, you plopped yourself right on Jungkookâs lap.
Looking her up and down once more, you answered simply with a big smile, âIâm unimpressed. Nice to meet you.â
Ignoring you for a moment, the woman looked around you to make eye contact with Jungkook who was shooting her a look that screamed, âplease walk away!â She didnât really understand what was going on. Who were you and why did you walk into their conversation on 10 like that? It was one thing to interrupt a conversation but to be that disrespectful to someone you didnât even know? That didnât go down well in her book.
Copying your previous stance, the woman replied, âWell Iâm unimpressed with your attitude. Didnât your mother ever teach you any manners?â
âNo but she taught me to how to wrap a bitchâs hair around my wrist and keep swinging until my arm gets tired.â Your smile was sugary sweet but your words cut deep like knives. The woman was stunned. No one has ever spoken to her this way and it was a rude awakening. She didnât even know how to respond.
Not wanting to see you demonstrate your motherâs teachings, Jungkook quickly stood to his feet. âWell, we should really be going. It was nice meeting you. Letâs go.â He grabbed your arms to start pushing you away from the woman.
âNo it wasnât!â You called out, both of you leaving the shocked woman by herself.
Once you two had made it outside, Jungkookâs frustration boiled over.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you? Why is it everytime I meet someone, you show up and scare them off? We arenât together anymore. Is it not getting through your head? Like what the hell-â
His rant was flying right over your head because all you could focus on was how unbelievably sexy he looked today. How dare he walk outside like that? And he was going to waste all of that on some random stranger in a bar? Yeah right. Not as long as you had a say about it.
Your greedy eyes trailed from the top of his head to those bulging veins in his neck and down to his soft cock that was pressing against his jeans. Whew, just imaging that monster had your panties sticking to you. It was so big and warm and when he was giving you back shotsâŚ..
âAre you listening to me?â
You blinked a few times, your eyes slowing raising until they met the searing glare of your baby daddy.
âUh yeah. Something about airline prices. So what are you doing tonight?â
Jungkook couldnât fucking believe you. God you pissed him off to no end but he always had a way of letting off some steam.
âLetâs go. Now.â
âYes sir.â You purred with that mischievous glint in your eye. Jungkookâs own eye twitched at the implications behind your tone but he decided to ignore it in favor of turning around to begin walking to his car, you hot on his heels and a Cheshire like grin on your face because you were getting what you wanted.
The drive back to his place was quiet, as was the ride up the elevator and the living room as he moved to sit down. He didnât even raise his eyes to look at you once since you got in the car. Although you could see right through his petty act.
Flopping down on the couch next to him, your head leaning against your hand, you said, âcome on, baby. Youâre not still mad at me, are you? I said Iâm sorry.â
No answer.
Moving closer to him, your hand trailed over his chest and up to his face to turn his head to face you, lips just centimeters apart. This wouldnât be the first time you were on the receiving end of his heated glare and it certainly wouldnât be the last but youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on.
âWhat do I have to say for you to forgive me? I hate when youâre mad at me, baby.â
âThen stop doing shit that pisses me off and I wonât be.â He fired back, that low tone of his sending shocks down your spine.
âIâm sorry. Now let me make it up to you.â He could pick up on that sultry voice anywhere and those bedroom eyes you were currently shooting him was a dead giveaway as well.
He rolled his eyes. âYou need to stop expecting dick everytime you come over here. Itâs not gonna fix anything.â
Gasping dramatically, you moved back a little to hold a hand to your chest in faux offense. âYou wound me, tater tot. I came here with pure intentions to apologize to you. Can a woman not apologize to her baby daddy without him thinking she has an ulterior motive?â
An unimpressed look crossed Jungkookâs face from your dramatics and from that stupid pet name you gave him all those years ago.
âWhatever.â He mumbled. âFine. I accept your apology. Just donât do it again.â A warning that fell on deaf ears because yeah, youâd definitely do it again if needed but for now, youâd bask in his forgiveness.
âThank you, baby. You know I only want to make you happy.â
âYou do,â he whispered, those doe eyes lifting to connect with yours.
Your lips met, your hands pushing Jungkook back against the arm of the couch to climb into his lap. He went willingly, melting into your touch and the feeling of your plump lips. His own hands traveled up your thighs to squeeze at the plushness of your ass, his grip forcing your covered cunt to rub against his growing erection.
His grunts mixed with your low hum of pleasure as you grinded against one another but Jungkook could only tolerate about a minute of that before he started getting impatient.
Groaning against your lips, he struggled out a, âfuck. Sit it on already.â
The sounds of your giggles made him pause, eyes cracking open and his eyebrow raising because what the hell was so funny?
âOh nothing.â You said as if reading his mind. âI just remember a very certain someone saying not to expect dick everytime I come here yet that same person is telling me to sit on his dick. How the tables have turned.â
Rolling his eyes yet again, Jungkook suddenly heaved himself up, forcing you backwards. Your giggles increased, the contagion of your amusement finally breaking him and stretching a full blown smile across his face.
âYouâre so goofy.â
âThen do something about it, Mickey.â
In a show of strength that turned your panties from a pool into a water park, Jungkook heaved you over his shoulder, hand coming down on the fat of your ass.
âIâll do something about it alright.â
Once you made it to the bedroom, Jungkook tossed you down onto the bed and was about to climb on top of you but you were a little quicker. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him down until he was flat on his back with you straddling his waistâhis hard cock pressed right against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released.
Leaning down, you captured him in another kiss while he captured your ass in his grip.
âDamn I love this assâŚ.â He murmured into your lip lock which made you giggle.
After deeming him throughly kissed, you sat up to take in his flushed face and reddened lips. Perfect.
âForgive me yet?â
He hummed, fingers playing with the hem of your top. âMaybe after you take this off.â
Ever so compliant, you gripped both sides of your shirt and pulled it over your head to reveal your bare breasts to Jungkook. His eyes could have popped out of his head, the groan he let out a mixture of arousal and slight irritation.
âYouâre not wearing a bra?â
Shrugging one shoulder, you simply answered, âI knew I was coming here. Whatâs the point? Do you want to know if Iâm wearing underwear?â That cheeky smile answered the question for him and it only sunk him further into the already unhealthy infatuation he had with you.
Gripping your ass, he roughly grinded your cunt down on his erection. The friction made both of you gasp, the air starting to feel electric as desperation began eating at both of you.
It didnât take long for both of you to undress each other. Jungkook helped you wiggle out of those tiny shorts you wore, letting out a curse as a little drip of sticky arousal snapped back against your inner thigh. Sitting up, he grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere in the room. Now you could feast your eyes on the hard planes of his body and trace your fingers those intricate tattoos that marked up his skin.
Leaning down once again, you trailed kisses from that sweet spot on his neck, down his chest and over his abs until you reached your destination. Your eyes never left his as you began your descent, hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans to pull them down and Jungkook helped kick them off. You licked your lips at the sight of Jungkookâs hard cock slapping against his abs once you freed it from the confines of his pants . He could see that hungry look in your eye, smirking as he took hold of his erection and began lightly pumping it; a motion that drove you fucking crazy was watching him stroke himself. It just did something to you.
âYou want it, bug?â He teased to which you nodded frantically.
âYes, baby. Give it to me.â Opening your mouth, you held your tongue out to lick at it, Jungkook hissing at the contact. He slapped it against your wet muscle a few times before letting the tip slip in your mouth. You immediately wrapped your lips around it, suckling at it like a desperate whore. Which you were but only for him. No one else could make you act like this.
You replaced his hand with your own, licking and spitting all over his cock to lubricate it. Taking him down your throat, you began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to twist your wrist just the way he liked it.
Jungkook let out a series of low moans, curses, and the tiniest of whines everytime you went down. One hand gripped at the ponytail you put your braids up in and one hand behind his head, he let you take the lead. You knew just how he liked it, just the way to flick your wrist and tighten your throat to throw him over the edge in minutes.
Coming off him with a wet cough, you continued to stroke his cock, your spit soaking your own hand but that only helped the glide. Your hazy and hungry eyes stared right into his, your chin and mouth soaked in saliva. âI love this cock so fucking much.â You gasped before taking it back down your throat and bobbing your head.
Tossing his head back, Jungkook let out a strangled moan, forcing your head down. You let him, of course, relaxing your throat so he could fuck up into your mouth.
âCome sit on my face, baby. Right fucking now.â He demanded.
Pulling off him a little, you maneuvered your body until your pussy was right over his faceâ69 style. He gripped both of your ass cheeks in his palms, pulling you down until he could suck your neglected clit into his mouth.
You let out a sharp gasp around his cock, finally getting some type of relief. Sucking his cock made you a different type of horny and he could see that with the way your cunt was dripping.
His mouth and tongue started going crazy, ravenous as he alternated between sucking and licking, making sure to dip his tongue in your opening every once in a while. His hands continued to slap and grip at your ass, one wandering sometimes to pull your slippery lips apart so he could really get in there.
His hand trailed down from your ass to your tight opening, squeezing a finger into your spasming walls. He located that sweet spot with practiced ease, slipping in another finger in beside it and stretching your snug cunt open. The squelching of your walls was like music to his ears, adding to the salacious âgluck gluckâ noises your throat was making as you swallowed his cock.
Since you were horny on your way here, it didnât take long for that feeling to start burning hot in your belly.
You pulled off his cock but continued to stroke him, your cheek resting against his thigh as high pitched moans left your lips.
Jungkook flattened his tongue, his grip on your ass guiding you to rut against his face. The fat of your ass almost suffocated him but Jungkook couldnât imagine going out any other way. He hooked his fingers right into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and head hanging low as you used him for your pleasure.
âOh yes! Oh yes, daddy! Youâre gonna make me cum!â Lifting your head, you took his cock back into your mouth, burying it all the way to the hilt in your throat. Jungkookâs hips jumped, him groaning against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks right through you.
A few swallows around his cock and a few more jabs to that spot inside of you and both of you were cumming. Your body tensed, hips rutting faster against his face to ride it out. He thrusted his hips up once, twice, three times before letting out a drawn out moan as he pumped his release down your waiting throat. Your body shivered as buzzing pleasure raced down your back and to your toes. You donât think youâve had an orgasm like that sinceâŚâŚ.three days ago when Jungkook ate you out in his car after he had to pick you up because you forgot to get gas.
Amazing car head aside, the party wasnât over yet.
âSit on it, bug. Hurry.â Jungkook rushed you, tapping your ass a few times, his breath labored and tone dripping with desperation.
Good thing you were just as eager because you crawled forward on your weak knees until he was lined up with your entrance. Reaching between your legs, you held his wet cock steady as you slid down on it. Jungkookâs hands held your ass cheeks apart to watch, eyes blurring slightly as your hot, tight, and gushing walls wrapped around him. You werenât faring much better, your head knocking back as his thick cock stretched you to your limits. It didnât matter how many times you had taken his cock, the pure g i r t h always knocked the breath out of you. This is why you couldnât leave him alone, his cock was just too fucking good. Youâd be damned if you ever let someone else take it from you.
Once you were settled to the hilt, your body leaned all the way forward to rest between his legs and you began bouncing your ass on his cock.
Jungkook was mesmerized by how your fat ass rippled and moved against his pelvis. At this moment, he didnât give a damn how many women you threatened or how much you pissed him off; just the sight of your ass and the feeling of your juicy cunt wrapped around him was enough to make him remember another reason why he couldnât let you the hell go. He loved your pussy too much. And if that wasnât enough, the sight of that tiny ââĄJKâ tatted on your left ass cheek certainly let him know.
Jungkookâs hands came down to slap repeatedly on your bouncing ass. âFaster baby. Fuck, this ass is so good!â The seat of your ass was wet from a combination of spit and cum, the wet slapping noises filling the space. Your moans were in competition with the clapping of your ass, your cheek pressed against the sheets and your nails digging into his calves.
âAhhh! This cock is so b-big,â you whine, âlove it so muchâŚ..right thereâŚ.! Oohhhh-ohhhh fuck!â
Lifting up a little and adjusting your knees to a better position, you began throwing yourself down on his cock, the head brushing against every spot you had and sending you reeling. Youâd come all the way up until just the tip was inside before slamming back down, the bed shaking underneath the force. Jungkookâs toes curled, your cunt gripping him tighter than a vice.
He was about 98% sure his soul left his body, eyes rolling and head knocking back against the pillows as his lungs struggled for air.
Not able to hold it anymore, Jungkook was quickly flipping your positions. Now it was your turn to be on your back, your legs spread in a wide V shape, his cologne invading your senses and his lips covering yours. He was everywhere, all over you. Your skin was on fire from his touch, sweat soaking your back and air becoming sparse as he kissed away what little oxygen you had left. You were obsessed with him. He was yours as you were his. Nothing would ever change that.
His cock buried itself back into your walls, a deep moan of pleasure getting caught in your throat once he began jackhammering into you. Your hands gripped the bottom of your feet, keeping them apart so he could continue to plow into your soft spot. His hips moved like a well oiled machine, making noisy contact with your ass with every thrust.
Your mouth dropped open, âoh myâŚ..fffucking g-godâŚ!â Tears welled up in your eyes as blinding pleasure spread over every nerve in your body.
Jungkook grunted, his own pleasure peaking at the sight of your fucked out face.
âYeah? You about to cum? Are you gonna what the fuck I say and stop acting so fucking jealous? Huh?â Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth as you tried to form sentences but hurried âyes yes yesâ were the only words you could manage. âHow many times do I have to fuck you before you get that through your thick head? I only want you. Fuck you push my fucking buttons but I know itâs just because you want me to fill up this tight cunt, isnât that right?â A slap came across your cheek, orgasm crashing into your body without warning from the sudden strike.
Jungkook could feel wetness soaking his pelvis and cock, jaw tightening as he began moving even harderâthe headboard knocking into the wall so hard that he doesnât think heâll get his security deposit back for this place.
âJuicy fucking cunt squirting all over me. MhmmmmâŚ.Iâm gonna fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to send you home with my cum running down your legs?â
Your ears were ringing, his dirty talk propelling you right into another endless orgasm, your toes curling in the air as blissful overstimulation began to take over.
Jungkook wasnât far behind, a few more thrusts and he was burying himself deep in your sopping cunt. His cock throbbed inside you, the thickness pressing right into your abused gspot. Your hands released your feet to scramble against his back, sharp acrylics digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain.
âOhhhhhh shitttttttâŚ.fuck baby,â He groaned out as he pumped creamy ropes inside your clenching pussy, your spasming walls sucking him in and milking him for everything he was worth.
Both of you collapsed from exhaustion, Jungkookâs face planting itself in your breasts and your legs falling weakly to the bed with a light thump. Only the sounds of your heavy breathing filled the room, both of your hearts beating wildly as you two came down.
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âSo am I forgiven?â You asked as you two soaked in the tub, the scent of an apple scented bath bomb wafting around the room.
Jungkook was behind you, head leaned back against the wall as he tried not to fall asleep. âI guess so. Just stop doing that, okay? Itâs so embarrassing.â
âDeal.â
A beat of silence washed over the room, just the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub filling the space.
âOne more time.â You suddenly said.
âHuh?â
âYou asked me how many times do you have to fuck me before I get it through my thick head to stop being jealous. I think one more will do the trick.â
Jungkook let out a chuckle, opening his eyes only to find your beautiful irises staring back at him with that playful and lustful glint.
âYouâre impossible.â He scoffed with an endearing shake of his head.
âBut you love me.â
âYeah, I do.â
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One criticism of Jane Austen is that she ignored the lower classes. I find this kind of dumb on multiple levels, primarily because not every work of fiction or social criticism needs to include every single social ill, but also because she does talk about servants/the lower classes quite a bit more than people realize and what she says is important.
The overall theme: kindness to servants/the lower classes/the poor is a very important mark of character.
We all know that Elizabeth Bennet changed her mind about Mr. Darcy after hearing a positive character reference from his housekeeper, but that is just one example of many. The Dashwood girls are better employers than John & Fanny since they easily find servants to move across the country with them: Her wisdom too limited the number of their servants to three; two maids and a man, with whom they were speedily provided from amongst those who had formed their establishment at Norland. Also, servants tended to brag about having wealthy employers, these three servants wanted both a far away and a less prestigious job. John & Fanny were really that bad!
Another mark against General Tilney's character is that he gets irrationally angry at/scares servants:
To such anxious attention was the Generalâs civility carried, that not aware of her extraordinary swiftness in entering the house, he was quite angry with the servant whose neglect had reduced her to open the door of the apartment herself. âWhat did William mean by it? He should make a point of inquiring into the matter.â And if Catherine had not most warmly asserted his innocence, it seemed likely that William would lose the favour of his master forever, if not his place, by her rapidity.
âWhy! How can you ask the question? Because no time is to be lost in frightening my old housekeeper out of her wits, because I must go and prepare a dinner for you, to be sure.â (Henry, on his father coming to his house for a visit. This may be half a joke, but General Tilney is very critical of the meal)
Mrs. Ferrars's character is made quite plain in this complaint about paying annuities (basically a pension here) to some of her husband's old servants:
I have known a great deal of the trouble of annuities; for my mother was clogged with the payment of three to old superannuated servants by my fatherâs will, and it is amazing how disagreeable she found it. Twice every year these annuities were to be paid; and then there was the trouble of getting it to them; and then one of them was said to have died, and afterwards it turned out to be no such thing. My mother was quite sick of it. Her income was not her own, she said, with such perpetual claims on it; and it was the more unkind in my father, because, otherwise, the money would have been entirely at my motherâs disposal, without any restriction whatever.
Mrs. Ferrars is loaded, and she begrudges paying a few pounds to 3 servants. She is greedy and ungrateful.
Mrs. Norris's treatment of the servants is similar to her treatment of Fanny. It shows the depth of her miserliness (how much could one boy really eat?) and also cruelty:
"I had been looking about me in the poultry-yard, and was just coming out, when who should I see but Dick Jackson making up to the servantsâ hall-door with two bits of deal board in his hand, bringing them to father, you may be sure; mother had chanced to send him of a message to father, and then father had bid him bring up them two bits of board, for he could not no how do without them. I knew what all this meant, for the servantsâ dinner-bell was ringing at the very moment over our heads; and as I hate such encroaching people (the Jacksons are very encroaching, I have always said so: just the sort of people to get all they can), I said to the boy directly (a great lubberly fellow of ten years old, you know, who ought to be ashamed of himself), âIâll take the boards to your father, Dick, so get you home again as fast as you can.â The boy looked very silly, and turned away without offering a word, for I believe I might speak pretty sharp; and I dare say it will cure him of coming marauding about the house for one while. I hate such greedinessâso good as your father is to the family, employing the man all the year round!â
It also highlights her hypocrisy, as Mrs. Norris has moved in during the play to help with the preparations, so she is getting free meals all week but she won't let this kid eat when he's helping his father (who is building the stage for the play)
Mr. Knightley considers the common people of Highbury before moving a path, even though he likely owns all of the land and can do whatever he wants:
"But John, as to what I was telling you of my idea of moving the path to Langham, of turning it more to the right that it may not cut through the home meadows, I cannot conceive any difficulty. I should not attempt it, if it were to be the means of inconvenience to the Highbury people, but if you call to mind exactly the present line of the path"
The kind Musgroves, who have given their nursemaid a retirement plan instead of turning her out:
A chaise was sent for from Crewkherne, and Charles conveyed back a far more useful person in the old nursery-maid of the family, one who having brought up all the children, and seen the very last, the lingering and long-petted Master Harry, sent to school after his brothers, was now living in her deserted nursery to mend stockings and dress all the blains and bruises she could get near her, and who, consequently, was only too happy in being allowed to go and help nurse dear Miss Louisa.
And who clearly are rewarded for this kindness.
Anne Elliot showing kindness to Mrs. Smith, who has nearly fallen right out of the gentry, vs. her fathers disdain for charity:
âWestgate Buildings!â said he, âand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?â
Added to Sir Walter and Elizabeth's idea to cut expenses:
âCan we retrench? Does it occur to you that there is any one article in which we can retrench?â and Elizabeth, to do her justice, had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of economy, to cut off some unnecessary charities, and to refrain from new furnishing the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the happy thought of their taking no present down to Anne, as had been the usual yearly custom."
Vs. how the Crofts treat the poor:
She could have said more on the subject; for she had in fact so high an opinion of the Crofts, and considered her father so very fortunate in his tenants, felt the parish to be so sure of a good example, and the poor of the best attention and relief, that however sorry and ashamed for the necessity of the removal, she could not but in conscience feel that they were gone who deserved not to stay, and that Kellynch Hall had passed into better hands than its ownersâ.
Henry Crawford's moral fall begins with ignoring the needs of his tenants:
"I have half an idea of going into Norfolk again soon. I am not satisfied about Maddison. I am sure he still means to impose on me if possible, and get a cousin of his own into a certain mill, which I design for somebody else. I must come to an understanding with him. I must make him know that I will not be tricked on the south side of Everingham, any more than on the north: that I will be master of my own property... I have a great mind to go back into Norfolk directly, and put everything at once on such a footing as cannot be afterwards swerved from. Maddison is a clever fellow; I do not wish to displace him, provided he does not try to displace me; but it would be simple to be duped by a man who has no right of creditor to dupe me, and worse than simple to let him give me a hard-hearted, griping fellow for a tenant, instead of an honest man, to whom I have given half a promise already. Would it not be worse than simple? Shall I go? Do you advise it?â
Of course, Henry does not go to Everginham, as he knows is right, but instead goes to the party in London, where he again runs into Maria...
Yes, Austen didn't write servants/the lower classes as full characters in general, they are in the background and around the edges of the scenes, but over and over, we can sort characters into moral and immoral by their treatment of those less fortunate around them.
#servants#jane austen#mansfield park#emma#northanger abbey#pride & prejudice#sense & sensibility#persuasion#treatment of servants#and the lower classes#there are more examples these are just some#the poor and servants are there#and they tell us a lot
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summary | How the House of the Dragon characters would react before, during and after your pregnancy
warnings | Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth
this is a work of fiction. i do not own these characters
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Jacaerys Velaryon
Finding Out
Jacaerys has the audacity to look shocked when the Maester tells him that youâre pregnant, like the two of you havenât been fucking like rabbits ever since you got married
No seriouslyâhe literally freezes and just kind ofâŚstares with an unreadable expression on his face
Just sort of wide-eyed, in shock before he finally snaps out of it and briskly walks away without another word
Heâs not really sure what to do, or how to react to be honest. And it might take a few days for him to come around, but he will eventually
Bonus: Rhaenyra sees his reaction and sheâs like Jacaerys, what did you expect?
And heâs like: Not this
And then sheâs like: Well did you pull out? Ask for moon tea? Something??
And Jace is just like staring at her like: No? Why would I do that?
Like boy what did you expect when you literally nut inside your wife every single time
During Pregnancy
Once he does come around though, Jacaerys will be so protective. Iâm talking like he barely let you out of his sight, and makes sure that everyone knows youâre pregnant
Like they canât already tell, heâll constantly tell people that youâre carrying his heir and that they need to be careful with you
Even the Maesters who literally know what theyâre doing get a scolding by the future king if he thinks theyâre being too rough
No one is allowed to get too close to you and if they do, Jace will always have one hand on his sword just in case he needs to defend you
He will even better himself at sword fighting, pushing himself to the limits during the hours that heâs not with you so that he can always be prepared
For Jacaerys, you being pregnant is sort of like a wake-up call for him, a chance for him to finally rise to his responsibilities and become a bit more serious
He understands the weight of being king now and for Jace, heâll want to put away all childish things so that he could become the man you and your child need
Giving Birth
Oh my god heâs so supportive
Iâm talking like this is a man that will get behind you and physically hold you while you push
Despite what anyone says, he will be there for the birth of his child and he will be so soothing
Holding you, kissing you, kissing your neck to calm you down, taking the cloth from the Maester and wiping the sweat off of your forehead
Jacaerysâ support of you never ends and heâs constantly telling you how proud of you he is even while youâre screaming your lungs out
Heâll help you breathe and let you squeeze his hand till you break it if thatâs what you so desire
Calling you his brave girl and letting out teary laughter when your baby is finally delivered
After Birth
When your child is born, itâs like fatherhood is something Jacaerys is born for
Heâs a natural; knowing exactly what to say and how to raise your children even if you are still figuring it out
Seriously, itâs like he has a cheat code or something
If the two of you have a boy, then Jace wonât hesitate to start grooming him to be king and unlike most fatherâs, he is very involved in his sonâs upbringing
Jacaerys will be the one to teach him how to hold a sword, how to ride a horse and a dragon. Jace will be there for his son every step of the way no matter how improper it may seem
Likewise, if he has a daughter, he will be entirely overprotective
If you thought it was bad when she was in the womb, just wait until Jace takes one look at his baby girl
Suddenly, heâs terrified to let her out of his sight; sometimes even holding her on his knee during council meetings. She likes to play with the marble and Jace tries so hard to keep a straight face while also wrestling it out of her hands
Everyone at the meeting will try and pretend like they donât hear her babbling and like itâs not the cutest thing ever while theyâre talking about literal war
Overall, Jace would be prepared to defend you and your children to the death if need be, and he would be such a stern but loving dad
Lucerys Velaryon
Finding Out
Luke doesnât even notice that you havenât gotten your moon blood for several months and neither do you, until one day a servant happens to say something and youâre both like: oh shit
Since you both are still quite young youâre not really supposed to be having heirs at the moment. Like Rhaenyra specifically told this boy to not get you pregnant just yet and now heâs terrified of telling her
So yeah, it was an accident and Luke is so nervous heâs literally shaking when the Maester confirms it
But sweet boy, he will do his very best to remain calm and will put on a brave face for you
Heâll act like heâs not scared as well at the prospect of having children so young but on the inside heâs freaking out. Heâll hold your hand tightly and give you kisses to calm you down, keeping his voice from shaking to seem brave
During Pregnancy
Even though itâs a little too soon for the both of you to become parents, Luke will slowly become excited at the prospect of becoming a father
Like heâs so proud, growing to love his child before youâre even four months along
He decides right then and there that heâll do anything to protect you and his child and swears that no harm will ever come to either of you
While youâre pregnant, Luke will take on every single responsibility so that you wonât be stressed out. He always has you relaxing and content while he deals with all of the hard stuff
And yeah, over the course of the months he will find himself growing up a little
Maybe a little bit too fast, much his motherâs sadness, but Rhaenyra canât help but love the look of pride of Lukeâs face every time he touches your belly. And neither can you
You love when Luke rubs your son or daughter and you especially love when he blows raspberries on your stomach, giggling every time while he coos to the baby or talks to them in High Valerian
Itâs a such a sweet moment to witness and many people, sometimes even Daemon, catch themselves smiling or smirking at you and the young prince
Giving Birth
Okay, so Lucerys is now back to being scared shitless
It all started on the day you delivered your child, with Luke sweating and pacing outside of your room while the Maesters attended to you
Your screams severely upset him and he kept pacing back and forth in the hallway, peeking in the room and desperately trying to get a glimpse of you before the Maesters pushed him out
He wants to be there for you so bad, especially since itâs your first pregnancy and youâre crying your eyes out for him
Eventually, heâll just have to say damn it and force his way in, gathering his courage for his wife. And even though the Maesters tell him that itâs highly improper, heâll ignore them and will hold your hand the entire way
Whispering sweet praises in your ear and stroking your back while Rhaenyra or your own mother loudly encourages you
Heâll be so worried up until the moment he hears that first cry, and thatâs when everything just melts away for Luke and all he can feel is happiness when the Maester hands you your child
After Birth
After your child is born, you and Luke are the absolute best parents
Youâre both soft and gentle with your baby, and youâre glowing in a way that Luke just absolutely loves
Both of you have immense pride for your son or daughter and you fall in love immediately despite not even knowing if you were ready yet
You justâŚjump in and honestly itâs not so bad for you and Luke once your bundle of joy finally gets there
Lucerys especially is thrilled, winning the best dad award for always playing with your child or making up silly games to make them laugh
You love watching him interact with your baby because heâs just so good at it and he doesnât even realize it
Sometimes, heâll confess his insecurities that he might not do a good job at raising your kid and you literally have to be like: hold up. Luke youâre doing amazing already
Heâd be scared and terrified on where this new adventure would lead but honestly, Lucerys has never been happier and in the end it would all work out
Also, he totally gets so excited when you let him pick out an egg for the baby, just like he did for his brothers
Itâs almost like itâs tradition, and every single time Luke knows exactly the right one to choose
Aemond Targaryen
Finding Out
If youâre nervous to tell Aemond, then donât be
Nine times out of ten heâs so perceptive that heâll put it together himself and Aemond will be over the moon
He will not stop smiling the entire time the Maesters confirm it, pressing a hand to your stomach and kissing your belly
His reaction kind of throws you off a little bit because youâve never seen him so excited in his life, but he reassures you that heâs been waiting so long for this moment and now heâs just ecstatic that itâs finally here
During Pregnancy
While youâre pregnant, Aemond hardly ever lets you leave your bed chambers. Nor does he let anyone other than your family or Maesters near you
Heâs just so protective and heâs paranoid that somethingâs going to happen so he wants you to be safe at all costs
He definitely does his own research because itâs not like he distrusts the Maesterâs, he just wants to be sure that he knows what they know and more about childbirth in case he has to step in
God forbid your baby wonât come or is stuck upside downâtwo common themes for Targaryen children. Aemond reads all about it so that he knows different ways of getting the baby out or repositioning it without hurting you
Heâll also read about different birth techniques and decides to teach you to make your labor easier
Making you drink raspberry tea, take walks or stretch to lesson your pain when the time comes
You have to admit, youâre a bit shocked when your husband comes to you and makes you start doing breathing exercises with him
After all, who would have thought Aemond of all people would be so involved and so devoted?
It definitely warms your heart to see thoughâand no matter how much you want to wave him, you always end up letting him help you because you trust your husband you know more than anything he has yours and your childâs best interests at heart
Giving Birth
Aemond will respect your privacy and will wait outside during your labors, but you better believe heâll be right there
Listening to every scream and every detail just in case he feels the need to step in
If you really want him to be there, he absolutely will be in a heartbeat. And if anybody tries to stop him heâll venomously tell them to get out of his way before pushing them aside
As much as he loves his incoming child, majority of Aemondâs focus will be on you and your safety
Heâll make sure everything is going smoothly before he even thinks about celebrating and only then will he finally start to smile, a grin like no other taking over his face when your baby is finally placed in his arms
After Birth
Aemond is a caring yet trusting father
He knows that if his child came from you, theyâll already grow up to be exceptional so he allows them to grow into their own person
He doesnât hover, but he does care. A lot
He may not show it in every way but if your child wants his attention, theyâve got it. If they want to play with him, he absolutely will. If they want to be comforted? Heâs there. They tell him they want some space? Then Aemond is in the next room over, ready to talk when they are
In a way, your children are way for Aemond to heal his own self. To be there as a parent like his never were
Early on, Aemond already swore to you and your babe that he would never abandon you or ignore you when you needed him most
He swore to break the curse his parents placed on him so he is very involved with his kids
Heâs also very protective, especially considering what he went through in his childhood. He never wants his child to feel left out so Aemond will go searching for a dragon egg pretty early on
You better believe that thing is burning HOT until the moment itâs ready to be placed in your childâs cradle
And Aemond swears
He swears by the old gods and the new that if they allow his child to have their own dragon he would never commit another sin again, if thatâs what it took
And sure enough, Aemond is beyond relieved when your babies egg hatchesâthe widest grin ever overtaking his face as the baby dragon prances about
You swearâyou sometimes joke that it was Aemondâs fiery gaze on the egg that hatched it and not nature
And while that very well may be true, Aemond is just grateful nevertheless that even if he wasnât delt the best cards, he sure would find a way to rig the game for his children
Anything just to make them happy
Daemon Targaryen
Finding Out
You wish you could say that after having two children of his own, your husband would recognize the signs of pregnancy
But unfortunately Daemon is not a man that concerns himself with that kind of stuff so itâs the Maester that points it out to him
And at first, Daemon is stunned
Like okayâhe knows that he never pulls out and that the two of you go multiple rounds a day but pregnant?
He thought that your tits getting bigger was just, well, a huge blessing for him
He can hardly believe his ears or that heâs going to have more children
Briefly, he jokes that he may as well start breeding his own army which causes you to punch his arm
Joke aside though, Daemon is really happy and he will shower you with kisses, laughing slightly at how his seed must be extra strong to stick so fast
During Pregnancy
Daemon is not really much help himself, expect for when it comes to massages or warm baths
Almost every night, to ease your discomfort, your Lord husband will bathe you which is oddly intimate for him, or he will massage your feet and shoulders to soothe some of the pain
Of course, your other activities will remain as well which helps a little the closer you get to birth
Mostly, Daemon will be ordering Maesters around or just simply asking you of your progress from time to time
He really hopes for a boy secretly, and sometimes while youâre sleeping or just barely awake, he will rub your stomach and whisper sweet phrases in High Valerian
Expect Daemon to also already have the names of his children picked out, boy or girl
He might even ask Baela or Rhaena their opinion and let them choose an egg from Caraxes
If he has to be somewhere else where he cannot physically look after you, heâll also entrust his daughters to keep them informed and up to date on your condition
Giving Birth
Daemon is outside, on the balcony while your screams reach his ears
Truth be told, itâs too much. He canât be there as much he wants to beâas much as you surely need him to be
After witnessing Laenaâs death, childbirth has become quite traumatizing for Daemon so he prefers to remain outside, waiting until a Maester or one of his daughters come to fetch him
Of course, Baelaâever her fatherâs daughterâscolds Daemon a bit and reminds him that every lady wife needs her husband during such times
But Daemon will not budge, not until Rhaena comes to the balcony with an unreadable expression on her face
At first, Daemon is terrified. He stands, the breath freezing in his lungs as he tries to decipher what that might mean. Your screams had died downâŚperhapsâŚ
Daemon stands, his heart clenching in chest as he begins to possibly grapple with another untimely death of the one he loved. He prepares himself, but then a wide smile grows on Rhaenaâs face and Daemon knows all is well
âMy sibling is here. It is healthy, father.â
Thatâs all Daemon needs. And suddenly, heâs tearing himself away and down the halls, straight to your room where he walks in on the sight of your smiling face and the glowing cheeks of his newborn child
After Birth
You like to give Daemon the benefit of the doubt and say that he spends an equal amount of time with his children
Of course, maybe a little bit more attention towards the baby since he or she does need Daemon more than his adolescent children, but as your child grows up pretty much everything is the same
Baela and Rhaena absolutely adore their new sibling and vice versa. They may be a bit older but youâll always find the three of them playing together or one of the girls reading them a bed time story
It always warms your heart to see them bond, and Daemonâs too
Though heâll never admit it, his favorite thing to do is spy on his children and eavesdrop as the girls help the youngest with their Valerian
Or when the three of them are together, somehow still fitting on his lap and Daemon teaches them the history of their house while you sit in the background, smiling
Itâs special moments like those that remind you that while you may have married a morally grey man, his number one priority would always be his family
And you know more than anyone that with Daemon around, the five of you would never have anything to fear
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Pairing: Knight! G!P! Karina x princess! fem reader
Note/warnings: multiple s*x scenes, swearing, this is all fiction gang, riding Next
âY/N,â he begins, his tone one of authority. âNext week Wednesday is an important night, not just for our kingdom, but for you personally.â
You nod, trying to keep your expression composed. âYes, Father.â
He walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip is firm, a reminder of the expectations that have always been placed on you. âMarkâs family is powerful, their influence extends across many lands. A strong alliance with them would benefit our kingdom greatly. Itâs time you start thinking about your future⌠about marriage.â
The words hit you like a blow to the chest, but you force yourself to remain calm, nodding in agreement. âI understand, Father.â
He studies you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. âI know this isnât easy for you, Y/N. But as a princess, your duty to the kingdom must come first. Tonight, you must show Markâs family that youâre ready to take on that responsibility.â
You swallow hard, your throat tightening as you suppress the emotions threatening to break free. âI will do my best, Father.â
He gives you a small, approving nod before turning back to the window. âGood. Now, go prepare yourself for the ball. Remember, the future of our kingdom rests on your shoulders.â
With a final bow, you leave his chambers, your composure intact until youâre out of sight. The moment you reach your own room, however, the dam breaks. You collapse onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as the weight of your fatherâs words crashes over you.
Itâs not just the thought of marriage that tears at your heartâitâs the knowledge that you could never be with the one person you truly love. The unfairness of it all feels suffocating, as though youâre trapped in a cage with no escape.
The door to your chambers opens quietly, and you look up to see Karina standing there. Her expression shifts from concern to heartbreak when she sees you crying. She rushes to your side, kneeling beside you as she gently takes your hands in hers.
âWhatâs wrong, Y/N?â she asks softly, her voice filled with worry. âWhat happened?â
You can barely speak through your sobs, but the words tumble out in a broken whisper. âItâs so unfair, Karina. My father⌠he wants me to marry Mark. He says itâs my duty to the kingdom, but⌠but what about us? Why canât we be together?â
Karinaâs jaw clenches, and you can see the anger flicker in her eyes. She pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly as if she can shield you from the pain of reality. âYouâll always have me, Y/N. Iâll be by your side, no matter what. And if it comes to it, Iâll run away with you. We can leave this place, start a new life where no one can tell us what we can or cannot be.â
You pull back slightly, looking into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. âYou would do that for me?â you ask, your voice trembling.
Her eyes blaze with fierce determination as she cups your face in her hands. âI would do anything for you. Iâd even get rid of anyone who stands in our way⌠even your father if it meant keeping you safe and happy.â
Your breath catches in your throat at her words, a surge of emotion overwhelming you. The world around you falls away, and all that matters is Karinaâher love, her devotion, the way she makes you feel safe and cherished. Without thinking, you crash your lips against hers, the kiss filled with desperation and raw need.
Karina responds immediately, her arms wrapping around you as she deepens the kiss. You can feel the intensity in the way she holds you, as if she never wants to let go. Her hands begin to roam, pulling you closer until thereâs no space left between your bodies.
You break the kiss, panting as you look at her with a mix of longing and urgency. âKarina⌠I need you. PleaseâŚâ
She doesnât need to be told twice. In a blur of motion, she lifts you into her arms, carrying you over to the bed. She lays you down gently, her eyes dark with desire as she hovers over you. The sight of her above you, her hair falling like a curtain around your face, sends a shiver of anticipation through you.
âAre you sure?â she asks, her voice husky, though you can see the tenderness in her eyes.
You nod, your hands trembling as they reach for her. âIâve never been more sure of anything.â
With that, she kisses you again, her lips moving down your neck as her hands begin to undo the delicate ties of your gown. The fabric slips away, exposing your skin to the cool air and Karinaâs burning touch. Her fingers trace over your curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she explores every inch of you.
Your breaths become ragged as her hands move lower, teasing and caressing, until youâre a trembling mess beneath her. The composed princess, who stood so poised before her father, is gone. All that remains is a woman lost in the throes of passion, unable to hold back the moans and gasps that escape her lips.
âKarina⌠pleaseâŚâ you plead, your voice barely a whisper as you arch into her touch.
She doesnât make you wait any longer. Her hand slips between your thighs, and you cry out at the sensation, your body reacting instantly to her touch. She watches you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire, as she brings you to the edge of ecstasy.
You can barely think, your mind clouded with pleasure as she continues to work her magic. Words fall from your lips, broken and breathless as you cling to her, your nails digging into her shoulders. âKarina⌠I⌠IâmâŚâ
âLet go,â she murmurs against your skin, her voice soothing as she pushes you over the edge. âIâve got you, Y/N. Iâll always have you.â
With a final cry, you shatter, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Karina holds you through it, her touch never wavering as she guides you back down, her lips pressing gentle kisses to your flushed skin.
When itâs over, you collapse against her, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. Karina pulls you close, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she whispers soothing words in your ear.
âYouâre mine,â she whispers, her voice full of conviction. âAnd Iâll never let anyone take you from me.â
You smile weakly, feeling safe and cherished in her embrace. âAnd Iâm yours,â you murmur, your voice filled with emotion. âAlwaysâ
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The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the tall windows of your chambers. You stand before a large mirror, admiring the way your gown shimmers like stardust. The intricate embroidery catches the light, making you look like a vision of royalty. You smile softly at your reflection, but the flutter in your stomach isnât just from the anticipation of the grand ballâitâs from the woman standing just behind you, her presence as electrifying as ever.
Karina, your ever-loyal knight, is supposed to be helping you get ready, but her touch lingers far longer than necessary, her hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress and the bare skin of your shoulders. Her fingers trace delicate patterns on your back, her breath warm against your neck as she leans in close.
âYou look stunning,â she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. âBut you know, I could just as easily take this gown off you as I put it on.â
You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, and you bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure. âKarina,â you whisper, your voice trembling with both excitement and a hint of warning. âWe donât have time for this⌠the ballââ
âLet them wait,â she interrupts, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against her. âYou know how much I hate sharing you with them.â
You laugh softly, though it quickly turns into a quiet gasp as she presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, her lips lingering there. âKarina, please,â you try to protest, but your resolve is already weakening under her touch.
She turns you around to face her, her eyes dark with longing as they meet yours. âDo you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?â she asks, her voice low and husky. âTo watch you parade around in front of all those nobles, pretending you belong to the kingdom when youâre mine?â
The possessiveness in her tone sends a thrill through you, and you canât help the way your body responds to her, leaning into her touch. âI belong to you,â you whisper, your hands coming up to rest on her chest. âBut we must be careful. If anyone finds outâŚâ
She silences you with a deep, searing kiss, her hands sliding up to cup your face. The kiss is filled with a mix of frustration and need, her lips demanding as they move against yours. You melt into her, the worries about the ball and the court slipping away, replaced by the sheer intensity of her kiss.
When she finally pulls back, youâre both breathless, her forehead resting against yours. âIâll never let anyone take you from me,â she vows, her voice rough with emotion. âYouâre mine, Y/N. Only mine.â
Your heart swells at her words, and you nod, your hands tightening on her arms. âAnd Iâm yours,â you reply, your voice soft but firm. âNow and always.â
She kisses you again, more gently this time, before reluctantly pulling away. âWe should go,â she says, though the reluctance is clear in her voice. âBefore I decide to keep you all to myself.â
You laugh softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. âYou always know how to make me want to stay,â you tease, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping back.
Karina watches as you turn back to the mirror, her eyes never leaving you as you finish preparing. She helps you with the final touches, her fingers brushing against yours as she adjusts your necklace, her gaze filled with both love and longing.
âAre you ready, my princess?â she asks, her voice a soft whisper in your ear.
You nod, turning to face her once more. âAs long as youâre by my side.â
She smiles, a rare, tender smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
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The grand ballroom buzzes with life, the music resonating through the space as the elite of the kingdom whirl about in their finest attire. You, Princess Y/N, are the center of attention, as always. Tonight, you're dressed in a gown that shimmers like stardust, catching the light with every graceful movement you make. You smile and nod politely at the courtiers and nobles who bow as you pass, though your heart is elsewhereâfocused on the one person who truly matters to you.
From across the room, you feel Karina's eyes on you. Your knight, ever vigilant, stands close to the shadows, her gaze never straying far from you. Sheâs always been your protector, your confidante, and now, your secret love. The bond you share is a hidden treasure, known only to the two of you, kept safe from the prying eyes of the court.
As you continue to circulate through the room, your attention is suddenly drawn to Prince Mark, who approaches with an easy confidence. His charm is well-known, and the look in his eyes tells you that tonight, his interest is solely on you.
âYour Highness,â he says with a smooth bow, his eyes gleaming as they meet yours. âWould you do me the honor of a dance?â
You hesitate for a brief moment, your thoughts flickering to Karina. But you know that you must accept; refusing him in front of the court could raise unnecessary questions. With a composed smile, you place your hand in his. âOf course, Your Grace.â
As the two of you begin to dance, Mark pulls you slightly closer, his grip firm but still within the bounds of propriety. The two of you move together effortlessly, and for those watching, youâre the perfect picture of royalty. Yet, thereâs an unease in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that only grows as Markâs gaze lingers on you longer than it should.
âPrincess,â he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear, âyou are even more beautiful up close than I imagined. Itâs no wonder everyone speaks so highly of you.â
You offer a polite smile, keeping your expression neutral. âYou flatter me, Your Grace.â
You nod, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor. As you move together to the rhythm of the music, he watches you closely, his gaze intent. âYou must have suitors from every corner of the kingdom, vying for your hand,â he begins, his voice low and intimate. âBut I wonder, has anyone truly captured your heart?â
His question pulls at something deep inside you, and you canât help but laugh softly, the sound tinged with the memory of the night beforeâa memory that flashes vividly in your mind.
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It was late, the palace silent, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the curtains of your chambers. Karina, your loyal knight and secret lover, had entered your room with a look that sent a shiver down your spine. She closed the door behind her, sealing off the world outside, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the night.
Without a word, she crossed the room, her eyes locked onto yours. You tried to maintain your composure, the grace and poise expected of a princess, but it all began to slip away the moment Karina reached you. She cupped your face in her hands, her touch gentle yet commanding, and leaned in to press her lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of unspoken desire.
âY/N,â she murmured against your lips, her voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill down your spine. âYou drive me mad, you know that?â
You smiled against her mouth, your heart pounding in your chest. âAnd what do you plan to do about it, Karina?â
Her answer was to deepen the kiss, her hands moving to the laces of your gown, deftly untying them. âIâm going to make you mine,â she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. âIâm going to make you forget everything but me.â
You shivered at her words, a quiet moan escaping your lips as she pushed the gown from your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. The cool air of the room brushed against your bare skin, but all you could focus on was Karinaâher touch, her scent, the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
âKarina,â you breathed, your hands finding their way to the hem of her tunic, tugging it over her head. âI need you.â
She groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she kissed a path down your neck. âYouâll have me, Y/N,â she promised, her voice thick with need. âBut first, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that youâre mine.â
You gasped as her hands roamed over your body, her fingers brushing over sensitive spots that made you arch into her touch. âIâm yours,â you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. âIâm yours, Karina.â
She smiled against your skin, a wicked smile that made your pulse race. âThatâs what I like to hear,â she murmured, her lips trailing down your collarbone, over the curve of your breast. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you back until you were lying on the bed, her body hovering over yours.
âTell me how much you want this,â she said, her voice low and commanding as she teased you with light touches, her fingers brushing over your thighs.
âI want this more than anything,â you moaned, your back arching as she continued to tease you, the ache between your legs growing with every passing second. âPlease, Karina, donât make me wait.â
She chuckled softly, a sound full of dark promise. âOh, my princess, I wonât make you wait long,â she said, positioning herself between your legs. âBut I need you to know that Iâm the only one who can make you feel like this. Do you understand?â
You nodded frantically, your hands gripping the sheets as she finally entered you, a cry of pure pleasure escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, her rhythm steady and deep, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.
âKarina,â you gasped, your voice breaking as she moved inside you, the pleasure building with each thrust. âOh, gods, Karinaââ
âLouder,â she demanded, her voice rough with desire as she quickened her pace, her hands tightening on your hips. âI want to hear you scream my name, Y/N.â
And you did. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming to hold back. You screamed her name as she brought you to your peak, your body trembling beneath hers as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and spent.
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Back in the ballroom, Prince Markâs words pull you back to the present, a soft, knowing smile tugging at your lips as you laugh lightly, your mind still lingering on the memory of Karina and the way she had completely unraveled you just hours ago.
The question catches you off guard, and for a split second, your mind flashes to Karinaâher steady gaze, the way she always seems to understand you without a word. You quickly compose yourself, offering a practiced response. âAs a princess, my duties to the kingdom come first, Prince Mark. Matters of the heart are secondary.â
Markâs smile widens, but thereâs a calculating edge to it. âPerhaps,â he says, leaning in just a fraction closer, âbut even the most dutiful princess deserves someone who understands her, who can stand by her side through all challenges. I could be that person, Y/N.â
His use of your name, without the formal title, feels too intimate, too presumptuous. You maintain your composure, though inside, you can feel your frustration building. âYour Grace, you are kind to offer such sentiments, but I believe you overestimate your familiarity with me.â
Mark chuckles softly, undeterred by your cool response. âPerhaps, but I would very much like to change that. I see in you a strength, a wisdom that surpasses others of your rank. Together, we could do great things.â
The dance continues, but your thoughts are no longer on the music or the steps. Youâre acutely aware of Karina, standing just out of sight, undoubtedly watching this interaction with a heavy heart. You glance briefly in her direction, catching her silhouette in the corner of your eye. The tension in her posture is unmistakableâsheâs holding herself back, maintaining her knightly duty, but you know sheâs struggling to keep her emotions in check.
As the music draws to a close, Mark tightens his grip on your hand slightly, as if he doesnât want to let you go just yet. âThink about what Iâve said, Princess,â he says quietly, his tone sincere. âYou deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are.â
You nod politely, withdrawing your hand as the dance ends. âI appreciate your words, Your Grace. Now, if youâll excuse me, I must attend to my other guests.â
Before Mark can respond, Karina appears at your side, her presence a reassuring balm to your frayed nerves. She bows slightly, her voice calm but with an edge of urgency. âYour Highness, may I have a word?â
You nod, grateful for the interruption. As you walk away from the crowded ballroom, you feel Karinaâs hand brush against yoursâa brief, hidden touch that sends warmth through your entire being. Once youâre alone in a secluded corridor, Karina turns to you, her eyes searching yours.
âAre you alright?â she asks, her voice filled with concern.
You nod, though the encounter with Mark has left you unsettled. âIâm fine, Karina. But he was⌠persistent.â
Karinaâs jaw tightens, and you can see the storm brewing behind her usually composed exterior. âI donât like the way he looks at you,â she admits, her voice low and filled with barely-contained jealousy. âHe doesnât know you like I do, and I wonât let him think he can have you.â
You reach out, gently placing your hand on her cheek. âAnd he wonât,â you assure her softly, leaning in until your lips meet hers in a tender, stolen kiss. âYouâre the one I choose, Karina. Always.â
Karinaâs breath catches, her eyes darkening with a mix of desire and possessiveness as your words sink in. She tightens her grip on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other.
âThen show me,â she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, as if daring you to prove your devotion.
Your heart skips a beat at her command, the intensity in her gaze sending a shiver down your spine. Without another word, you quickly glance around to ensure no one is watching, then take her hand and lead her down the dimly lit corridor. Your steps are hurried, the anticipation and need driving you forward until you find a door to a private roomâone that you know will offer the seclusion you both crave.
You push the door open, pulling Karina inside before shutting it behind you. The moment the door clicks shut, Karina is on you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss thatâs both demanding and filled with raw passion. You respond with equal fervor, your hands tangling in her hair as you press your body against hers, needing to feel every inch of her.
She backs you up against the bed, her hands roaming over your curves, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your dress. You moan into her mouth as she grips your hips, lifting you slightly before laying you down on the bed. She hovers over you, her eyes devouring the sight of you laid out beneath her, your dress slipping off your shoulders to reveal more of your skin.
âYouâre so beautiful,â she murmurs, her voice filled with reverence as she dips her head to kiss along your neck. Her lips and teeth work in tandem, leaving a trail of marks that you know will be hidden by your gown later, but for now, theyâre a claimâher claimâon you.
âKarinaâŚâ you gasp, your body arching into her touch as she works your dress down further, exposing your breasts to her hungry gaze. âPlease⌠I need you.â
She growls low in her throat, one hand sliding down your body, pushing up the fabric of your skirts until her fingers find the slick heat between your thighs. âIâm yours, Y/N. Only yours,â she whispers before claiming your lips again, her fingers slipping inside you with ease, making you cry out.
The way she touches you, with both tenderness and urgency, sets your nerves on fire. You grip her shoulders, your hips bucking against her hand as she works you over, her thumb rubbing against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. But you need moreâso much more.
âKarina,â you pant, your voice breathless as you pull her closer. âI want you inside me. Please⌠I need to feel you.â
She doesnât hesitate. With a quick, deft motion, she undoes her belt and frees herself, her thick, throbbing cock springing to life. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you canât help but reach out, your fingers wrapping around her shaft, feeling the way it twitches in your hand. She groans at your touch, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as you stroke her a few times.
âY/NâŚâ she breathes, her voice strained with desire. âI need you.â
You release her, your hands shaking with anticipation as you pull her down to you, positioning her between your thighs. She lines herself up with your entrance, and you both let out a shared moan as she slowly pushes inside, stretching you in the most delicious way. Your back arches off the bed, your nails digging into her shoulders as she fills you completely.
âOh god, KarinaâŚâ you whimper, your head falling back against the pillows as you feel her cock bulging in your stomach, the veins rubbing exquisitely against your inner walls.
She stills for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. Her eyes are locked on yours, filled with a love so deep it nearly takes your breath away. âYouâre so good to me,â she murmurs, her hands caressing your sides as she starts to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate. âHow did I ever deserve you?â
Your heart swells at her words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you meet her thrusts, the pleasure building with each movement. âKarina⌠youâre perfect. Iâm the one whoâs lucky⌠so luckyâŚâ
She kisses you again, her movements becoming more urgent, more frantic as the need to claim you, to make you hers, overwhelms her. You can feel every inch of her inside you, the way her cock drags against your walls, the way she seems to hit that perfect spot with every thrust. Itâs overwhelming, the pleasure bordering on pain as she takes you higher and higher, until youâre both teetering on the edge.
âKarina⌠Iâm closeâŚâ you gasp, your hands gripping her arms as you feel the coil in your belly tightening, ready to snap.
âMe too,â she groans, her hips slamming into yours as she chases her release. âIâm going to fill you up, Y/N⌠make you mineâŚâ
âYouâre so perfect,â Karina breathes, her voice rough with emotion as she begins to move in earnest. Her hips rock against yours, creating a rhythm that has you gasping and moaning with every thrust. âI want to fill you up with my babies, Y/N. I want you to feel me inside you, to know that youâre mine in every way.â
The words hit you like a wave, and you can barely process them through the haze of pleasure. The thought of Karinaâs claim on you, her desire to leave a mark, sends shivers through your body, making your pleasure even more intense.
âKarina⌠please,â you moan, your hands clutching her shoulders as you try to keep your composure. âI⌠I want it.â
âThatâs it,â she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as she leans in closer. âTake it all, Y/N. I want to see you filled with my cum, to know that youâre carrying a part of me with you.â
Her words are almost too much to bear, adding an extra layer of urgency to her thrusts. Youâre so lost in the pleasure that the thought of what sheâs saying only intensifies the feeling. You moan loudly, your hips bucking against her as your climax draws near.
Karinaâs thrusts become more frantic, her cock driving deeper, hitting all the right spots inside you. She reaches down, her hand finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles to push you closer to the edge. âCome for me, Y/N,â she commands, her voice a low growl. âI want to feel you come around me, to know that youâre mine completely.â
The combination of her cock filling you and her fingers working magic on your clit sends you spiraling over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes through you. You canât think, can barely breathe as the pleasure overwhelms you. âKarina⌠Iâm c-comingâŚâ
âGood girl,â she murmurs, her voice filled with pride and desire as she fucks you through your climax. She speeds up her thrusts, her cock pulsing inside you as she chases her own release. âIâm going to fill you up, Y/N. Youâre going to be so full of me, you wonât be able to forget who owns you.â
The force of her words pushes you even further, your orgasm extending as she continues to pound into you, filling you with her cum. You can feel her release filling you, the warmth spreading through your core as she moans and groans, her thrusts becoming erratic as she reaches her peak.
Karina finally stills, her cock twitching inside you as she spills her seed, the heat and pressure almost overwhelming. She collapses beside you, pulling you close as you both try to catch your breath. The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the faint echoes of your shared pleasure.
âYouâre mine,â Karina whispers, her voice a mix of satisfaction and tenderness as she wraps her arms around you. âAll mine.â
âAnd Iâm yours,â you reply, your voice filled with a contented sigh as you snuggle into her embrace. â
Her words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. You scream her name, your body trembling as the pleasure consumes you, your inner walls clamping down around her cock.
The sensation is too much for Karina. With a guttural moan, she thrusts deep inside you one final time, her cock pulsing as she spills her hot seed into you, filling you to the brim. The warmth spreads through you, and you can feel her cum seeping out around her cock, coating your thighs in a sticky mess.
âââ
The moment is brief, but itâs enough to reaffirm what you both know in your hearts. You pull back just as the sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway. With a shared look of understanding, you both step back into your rolesâprincess and knight, lovers hidden in plain sight.
âTonight, we play our parts,â you say quietly, giving her one last lingering look before you return to the ballroom. âBut never forget, itâs you who holds my heart.â
As you rejoin the festivities, Karina watches from the sidelines, her protective gaze never leaving you. And while the world may see you as a princess without a suitor, you both know the truthâa love that runs deeper than duty, hidden beneath the moonlight.
The grand ballroom is alive with laughter and the soft strains of music, guests swirling around in their finest attire. You move through the crowd, your thoughts occupied with the evening's complex dynamics and your secret affair with Karina.
After your quiet, intimate moment with Karina in the hallway, you return to the ballroom, your heart lightened by her presence and the secret you both share.
You exchange fleeting glances with Karina, whose eyes remain steadfast and watchful from the sidelines.
Just as you're about to engage in conversation with a group of nobles, Mark approaches you again. This time, his demeanor is more earnest, and he catches your hand gently, guiding you to a quieter side of the room.
âY/N,â he says, his voice carrying a note of earnest sincerity. âI have something important to ask you.â
You look up at him, sensing the gravity of the moment. âWhat is it, Your Grace?â
Markâs gaze is steady and filled with emotion. He reaches into his pocket and produces a small, elegant box. With a deep breath, he opens it to reveal a sparkling engagement ring. âPrincess Y/N, I know that our time together has been short, but in it, I have seen the depth of your heart and the strength of your character. I cannot imagine my future without you by my side.â
He drops to one knee, his eyes locked on yours. âWill you marry me?â
The room seems to freeze around you. Markâs proposal hangs in the air, the weight of his words heavy and poignant. The unexpectedness of the moment leaves you breathless, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind.
As you open your mouth to respond, a soft touch on your arm makes you turn. Karinaâs presence, though discreet, is unmistakable. Her eyes, filled with a mix of pain and determination, meet yours across the room.
Markâs gaze is unwavering, waiting for your answer, while Karinaâs look speaks volumesâa silent plea, a promise of unspoken love.
Oh fuck.
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the first date (one-shot)
summary: hugh takes you out for your first date. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader word count: 1.2k warnings/tags: fluff, implied age gap (reader is 30, hugh is 55), teasing, brief sexual tension, brief jealous!hugh, no use of y/n. a/n: shout out to this anon for this request! i had so much fun writing this and tbh, it's the only way i can live out my fantasies lol đââď¸ as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.
An hour into your date with Hugh and you canât help but notice the way heâs looking at you from the rim of his glass. There had been an instant attraction you felt towards each other and this first date so far had been a dream. The age gap was a topic of conversation before you agreed on this date. You didnât see a problem with the fact that he was old enough to be your father, but Hugh â well, it had taken quite a while for him to warm up to the idea of taking you out.Â
He had tried to keep his distance, to be respectful, but after hearing you go on and on about a disaster of a date with another man, Hugh couldnât hide his feelings for you anymore. The jealousy that he felt in the pit of his stomach lingered until he finally blurted out that he wanted to take you out on a real date.Â
You were surprised, uncertain if he was just saying that because he felt bad or if he really did feel the same way you did. But you never asked. Instead, you agreed on going on a date with Hugh.Â
And now, from the way heâs looking at you, you know that the feelings you have for him aren't just one-sided. You both still have to maintain some boundary, especially with Hugh being so well known in the public eye. Even after his divorce, he had been careful about who he wanted to be seen with.Â
But with you? Well, with you, he didnât care.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you finally ask him, brow arching upwards.Â
âLike what?âÂ
âYou know what.â
âI donât,â he grins, setting his glass back down on the table. âAre you having a good time?â
You bite your lower lip and nod. âThe best time, actually. Who knew these are what dates are supposed to be like?âÂ
Hugh laughs quietly and leans back against his seat, staring at you from across the small table. When he had picked you up that evening, you took his breath away. The black mid-length dress you were wearing clung to every curve â it was modest and elegant, but when you walked, the front side split showcased your leg and all he wanted to do was run his hands along you.Â
Even now, Hugh canât help but glance down at the exposed skin on your upper thigh when you cross your leg over the other. In the dim lighting, Hugh can see you so clearly. No one else in this restaurant mattered, the sound of chatter fading in the background until all he could focus on was you.Â
âYouâve been going out with boys,â Hugh teases. âThey donât know a thing about taking a woman out on a proper date.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âPsh, boys,â you repeat. âAt least the night ended withââ
âDonât even bother finishing that sentence,â he growls. Hugh moves his seat next to yours as he drapes his arm on the back of your chair until heâs leaning into your personal space. He shuts his eyes and brushes his nose against your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo mixed in with your perfume.Â
âWhy not?â you ask teasingly, heart racing.
âBecause I donât wanna hear about it.â Hugh whispers, voice low and so dangerously close to your ear. âBesides, I doubt those boys treated you right.â
âHow would you know, hm?âÂ
âLet me guess,â he continues, the hand on the back of your chair slowly moving to graze your upper arm. âDid you even get to come, baby? With those boys, did they make sure you were taken care of first?â
You feel the heat settle between your legs and you shift in your seat at his words. âIâ uhâŚâ
âYou what?â Hugh leans in, brushes his lips against your earlobe. âTell me. If your dates were always so shitty, did you at least get to come?âÂ
âYes,â you lie.Â
Hugh pulls away as if he can sense the dishonesty in your voice. He looks down at you, glancing between your eyes and down to your lips and back up. Then, he just grins and it irks you because you know that he caught onto your lie. And heâs fucking smug about it too.Â
âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â you tell him, bringing your hand up to tuck your hair away from your face and behind your ear. You clear your throat, leaning slightly back against the seat as you suddenly feel hot. Under Hughâs gaze, you can feel the tension radiating between the both of you. Lingering in the air.Â
âWhat a shame,â he ignores you. âShitty dates and an even shittier way to end your nights.âÂ
âI manage just fine, thank you very much.âÂ
âOh yeah? And howâs that?âÂ
You lift your hand and wiggle your fingers in a suggestive manner. You see his eyes narrow down at you and you know what heâs thinking, know where his mind had drifted off to. And now, itâs your turn to be smug.Â
âExactly,â you tell him. âNow, can we go and get dessert?âÂ
Hugh grins and then nods in your direction. âWhatever you want, baby.â
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âItâs cold outside, Iâve given you my jacket, and now youâre eating ice cream,â Hugh points out, walking alongside you.Â
You nod and grin up at him, gently nudging him with your shoulder. You feel warm and safe in his jacket and even though itâs well into nighttime, it feels oddly calming to walk the park without any distractions, illuminated by the cityâs lights.Â
âThere is always a time for ice cream,â you giggle.Â
Hugh smiles to himself and then wraps his arm around you, pulling you to his side as you both continue walking. He kisses the crown of your head as he thinks to himself. Hugh likes you, a lot, and your presence alone puts him at ease.Â
âWant some?â you ask, lifting the small plastic spoon up in his direction. Youâre gazing up at him with a hopeful glint in your eye and Hugh just smiles. He leans in and takes the spoonful of vanilla ice cream in his mouth and pulls away, seeing your eyes gaze down at his lips.Â
âThank you, baby.âÂ
You and Hugh continue to walk until you both hear the sound of quiet music in the park. You both walk towards it, noticing a man playing the guitar. You can see his eyes widen when he registers that youâre with Hugh Jackman, but Hugh just nods in his direction, drops some money in the guitar case before he turns his attention to you.Â
âWhat?â you ask, tossing the small empty cup of ice cream at a nearby trash can.Â
âDance with me?â He extends a hand out for you and smiles in your direction. âPlease?â
âSince you asked so nicelyâŚâ you take his hand and feel him pull you to him. You rest your free hand on his shoulder as he brings your joined hands to his chest, his free hand moving to rest on your lower back. Both of you sway to the sound of the music, eyes locked with each otherâs, and it feels like itâs only the two of you in this world.Â
Hugh leans in, resting his forehead against yours as he keeps his eyes locked with yours. âItâs been the best night,â he whispers.Â
âDoes it have to end?â you ask hesitantly.Â
You can see the recognition flicker in his eyes, the familiarity of what youâre implying. âNo, it doesnât.â
âTake me back to your place?âÂ
âI thought youâd never ask, baby," he grins and leans in to press his lips against yours for the first time that night.
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