#though i will say. i knew the childrens hair would like match the other parents but i was not expecting it for some reason

[jinwoosungs]

{ 183 }

slow it down.

academy arc

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ ain't it funny how it changes? | how the future rearranges | i get nervous, oh, i'm anxious | maybe loving you is dangerous. }

you lived in a relatively safe neighborhood, spending most of your childhood years in the same area. your parents had a good relationship with the other families, yet you didn't find many teens close to your age.

any children that lived close by tended to be in their elementary or middle school years. at times, you were hired to babysit them for a couple of hours when needed, and other than that, you had little to no interaction with the neighborhood kids.

it wasn't until you began your second year of high school that a brand new family moved into the neighborhood.

they were settled in the house to the right of your own home, and their move was quite the event for your tight-knit cul-de-sac. as you watched the large moving truck and the men that carried the heavy furniture within their new home, you couldn't help but wonder if they had any kids.

as you observe the scene from the safety of your window, you suddenly saw a tall boy stepping out into the yard. the mere sight of him was enough to make you straighten in response. with your lips parted, you felt as though your breath was stolen from you at the mere sight of him.

he was dressed casually in a simple shirt and jeans. he had perfectly styled ebony locks of hair with strands that fell across his forehead, coupled along with stormy grey eyes. the perfect clarity of such eyes was what kept you mesmerized as you watched him, noticing the way his full lips were tilted up in a half smile.

as if sensing your gaze, the boy suddenly turns his head, seeing your curious gaze from behind your glass window. a sudden heat was felt creeping up your skin, pure embarrassment at being caught staring at him. like you were a deer caught in the headlights, you were frozen, unable to look away from him or step away from the window, being completely and utterly rooted to the spot.

but he doesn't show you an expression of disgust or disdain when meeting your gaze-

instead, he smiles at you sweetly, lifting up a hand to give you a wave before turning away from you, as if hearing someone calling out his name.

"oppa! mom says she needs your help!" a cute girl looking to be around 9 or 10 years old with light brown hair and matching eyes starts pulling on his hand, making him chuckle before he disappears back into the house, leaving your heart a pounding mess.

that was the first time you had ever seen sung jinwoo, the boy who had become your new neighbor. he appeared to be close to your age, and you briefly wondered if he would attend the same high school as you.

your suspicions were confirmed when you saw him just a week later, donning the male version of your school's uniform. he was walking several feet in front of you, yet you kept a safe distance away from him. despite how much you longed to talk to him, your lack of confidence prevented you from doing so.

when their move was complete, your parents went over to introduce themselves to the family with some gifted pastries in hand. it was through them that you realized that they were known as the sung family, with their oldest son, jinwoo, being the same age as you. you were shy even then, unable to bring yourself to meet the new neighbors as you made up an excuse about needing to complete some homework.

after all, you still felt so awkward at being caught staring at him so blatantly when he first moved here.

but now that jinwoo was heading to the same school as you, you knew you were running out of excuses to avoid him.

so, you kept trying to keep a fair distance between you and him. however, luck didn't seem to be on your side when jinwoo physically stops, glancing behind him to see you walking the exact same path as him.

even when he was further away from you, you could have sworn you saw his eyes glow momentarily when he takes casual strides back to you. his hands were kept hidden within the pockets of his jacket when he greets you, "morning neighbor."

"h-hey, good morning." you tried to hide how flustered you felt, brushing back your hair while simply looking ahead. jinwoo ends up walking beside you, silently bringing you closer against the safety of the sidewalk whilst he took the side that was close to the open road. his quiet kindness fills your heart with warmth, and your ears perk when he introduces himself.

"i'm sung jinwoo."

you tell him your own name, and he repeats it with the same lazy smile he had given you that first day you had seen him. "what homeroom are you in?"

"ah, i'm in class 2-b."

jinwoo clicks his tongue in response. "that's disappointing. i'm in 2-c."

you pursed your lips, unsure as to why he felt disappointed to begin with. you continue walking in silence beside jinwoo, arriving at your school as several girls begin giggling at the sight of him.

"oh, who's that?"

"i heard that's the new transfer student."

"he is so cute. i'm going to talk to him later."

your eyes go wide, hearing everyone's whispers, but jinwoo seemed unfazed. he simply ignores them all, placing a hand behind your back while walking you to your class. once class 2-b was in sight, he removes his hand from you and gives you another smile, "have a nice day, and wait for me. i'll walk home with you when classes end."

and when jinwoo leaves you all alone, heading to his own class, you felt your heart performing somersaults from within your chest.

he truly was the perfect, boy-next-door type.

soft,

achingly handsome,

kind-

it came as no surprise that he had you so captivated in such a short amount of time.

{ ... }

ever since jinwoo and his family moved into your neighborhood, both of your families developed a deep friendship. your parents would invite the sungs over for dinner, while they would do the same.

and each time, jinwoo would always be there, wishing to sit next to you as his little sister, jinah, would sit across from him, teasing him throughout the night like little sisters would do to their older brothers.

yet it felt like as you and jinwoo got to know each other better, he would start steadily begin displaying his interests and affections toward you.

when he came over for dinner, he would purposely sit across the table from you, and you swore you could feel his legs gently intertwining with yours while giving you a soft smile. such intimate touches were enough to make your head spin, and you admittedly struggled to keep a straight face while making casual conversation with everyone at dinner.

you walked to school together every morning, and when jinwoo had track practice, you would end up waiting for him, simply working on your homework while seated on the metal benches. once he completed practice, he would come to you, dressed in his track clothes with his duffel bag in hand, ready to walk home with you.

it was a routine you had gotten used to, yet you wondered what type of relationship you had with jinwoo.

at the moment, it seemed too easy to simply refer to jinwoo as your best friend. oh no, the way he treated you teetered on the edge of being far too intimate-

far more romantic, in a sense.

but he never put a label on how he felt about you, and you never asked.

as you were caught up in your reveries, you were simply reading by the light of your nightlight, not really taking in the paragraphs or what was going on within the plot of the novel. when you found yourself re-reading a certain phrase over and over again, you gave up reading and slammed your book shut.

that was when you heard it-

several tiny taps felt against your window.

with a frown, you place your book on your bed and go to your window, eyes going wide when you see jinwoo on the ground with a handful of pebbles in hand. opening your window, you called out to him in hushed tones, not wishing to awaken your parents.

"jinwoo! what are you doing here?"

he gives you a smile, "it's the weekend, come on and take a walk with me."

you look around your house and bite down at your bottom lip. "i can't... my parents will kill me if they see me gone."

"don't worry about it... it's late and they're in a deep sleep. come on, climb out your window, and i'll catch you."

you could feel your heart skipping its beats at the sight of jinwoo with his arms outstretched, ready to catch you as his eyes were once more glowing purple with mirth.

a part of you didn't want to face your parent's wrath for sneaking out so late at night-

yet the stronger, more irrational part of you wanted to be with jinwoo and spend some time with him.

letting out a sigh, you climb out your window with your eyes clenched shut, taking a plunge when you allowed your body to fall directly into jinwoo's arms.

he captures and holds you with ease, letting out a hum of your name before proceeding to carry you out of the parameters of your home. feeling his grip on you tighten makes your face heat up, and you weakly tell him how you could walk-

but jinwoo simply shakes his head, "i don't mind holding you like this, sarang."

your heartbeat became erratic at the sound of that term of endearment, making your mouth go dry when he continues to carry you to a nearby park illuminated with a few streetlights. he keeps walking with you in his arms, not stopping until he reaches a hilltop. with his destination achieved, he sets you down on the grass before sitting next to you.

feeling jinwoo's warmth radiating off of him, you tried to ignore staring at him as you honed in your gaze at the night sky, admiring its beauty as you could see the crescent moon illuminating the night sky as the stars twinkled in response.

"i thought i had plans of meeting someone i once loved and admired."

jinwoo's sudden words and confession makes your heart twist a bit painfully in response. you end up facing him with a questioning glance and a tilt of your head, "is that so?"

he doesn't meet your gaze, simply continuing to look up at the skies. "yeah, i know that she's a star athlete... with track being her strong suit. i joined our school's track team in hopes of meeting her in a competition someday..."

"oh..." you prayed that your voice didn't show just how disappointed and hurt you felt, yet all feelings of pain disappears into thin air with jinwoo's next words.

"but ever since my dad had a promotion, and we moved here, such a change brought me to you instead."

you felt his hand reaching out to you, gently taking a hold of your chin with his gloved hand as you were forced to meet his gaze. his eyes were still glowing a vibrant, violet hue, yet this time, you could see the affection and adoration in his gaze.

"and i found myself not caring about that other girl anymore... i found myself not caring about anyone that wasn't you."

jinwoo lets out a rich chuckle upon seeing your wide-eyed, yet hopeful expression, resting his forehead against yours. "you're so damn cute. i love how i'm able to live so close to you. i get to see you every morning, and walk home with you every evening. you mean everything to me... and i can't help but wonder if me being here with you was simply fate."

your heart was practically skipping beats now, feeling warm and soft all over when he leans in closer to press a kiss against your forehead. upon feeling such a gentle sensation did you finally find your voice as you spoke, "is this really happening... jinwoo... i... i've had the biggest crush on you. e-ever since i first laid eyes on you, i was so mesmerized by you."

you felt his smile against your skin, feeling him kiss your forehead one more time before meeting your gaze again, "i could say the same to you... ever since i saw your cute face watching me from your window, i was hooked."

"so let me put us both out of our miseries and do this..." jinwoo trails off before leaning in closer to you to perfectly slot his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, making you let out a dreamy sigh in response as you carefully kissed him back, basking in the softness and first blossoms of true love while in his embrace.

{ so slow it down, take a moment now | we're too young to drown deep in dirty waters | full of hopeless doubt, let me pull you out | let me hold you now, let me slow it down. }

a.n. - i had another fluffy and soft jinwoo brainrot.... i was thinking about boy-next-door jinwoo and felt my heart melt at the thought.... hhh i needed to get this fluffy story out of my system; please do enjoy (/ω＼) ♡ this is currently unedited bc im lazy and exhausted lmaoooo

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader

[harvestmoth]

been playing awakening for the first time lately, youll never guess who my favorites are

#sorry for the fire emblem posting again it was bound to happen eventually #i dont think im very far in it though. maybe about mid game? #and ive been playing it with the gay mod which. makes it a tad bit difficult to tell whats canon dialogue and whats the gay mod for some #surely the chrom robin story dialogues are from the gay mod. they have to be. #dw though when ive finished the game im planning on looking up the canon dialogue for some scenes and the supports #i really like the story and characters so far so i wanna know more about them outside of it #though i will say. i knew the childrens hair would like match the other parents but i was not expecting it for some reason #pink noire jumpscare. very cool though #the pair up feature is so broken though its awesome and officially my favorite fire emblem mechanic #i say that but ive only ever fully played 3 houses. ill finish engage after this and then maybe ill do fates finally #.. i dont wanna play fates though ive tried three times and just cant get into it #fire emblem awakening #olivia fire emblem #tharja fire emblem #tharlivia #i think thats what they are. i think

[alotofpockets]

From dreams to diapers | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Arsenal!Reader & Lotte Wubben-Moy x Best Friend!Reader

Prompts: "Twins? We're having twins?" & "You're great with kids."

Warnings: Pregnant Alessia, morning sickness, and a whole lot of fluff :)

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.3k

You had met Alessia when the both of you made the squad at UNC. You found comfort in being surrounded by a piece of home in both her and your other teammate Lotte, the three of you being the only girls in the squad that were from the UK. The connection with both girls was great, over time Alessia had become your girlfriend, and Lotte your best friend. 

The three of you made it to the England U15 squad together, and continued to grow up together moving up all the way to the seniors team. While you all played together for country, you had signed with different clubs in the UK. Lotte was the first that signed with Arsenal, you followed a few years later, and Alessia had signed for the club last year. Playing for the same club, and all living in the same city was such a great feeling.

Ever since you started dating Alessia, the two of you had talked about wanting children together in the future. Alessia made the move to Arsenal, when the talk of starting a family started to get more real. Sure, it had always been real but now you both felt like you were ready to actually start a family. The talking started to be less about the general idea, and more about the practical side.

After many consults, and conversations between the two of you, you had decided that Alessia would carry. The striker was more than happy to put her career on hold to get your little family started. You had started the process of getting pregnant a few months ago now, a box of pregnancy tests always present in the house. So far you had only gotten negative results, you both knew it wasn't likely for her to get pregnant right away, so you patiently waited for the day that a test would show a positive result.

A couple weeks later, you wake up to Alessia running to the bathroom. You quickly follow her, and hold her hair up as she’s leaned over the toilet, your hands rub soothing circles over her back. Your wife leans her back against the wall, relishing in the coldness of the tiles against her back. Before you get up to get her a glass of water, you place a soft kiss on her forehead. “Should we check?” A question you had asked her many times over the past few months. 

While you wait for the pregnancy test to be ready, you cuddle up in bed together, holding your wife close. Your alarm lets you know that the test is ready to be checked. Alessia grabs the test from her bedside table, the result face down. “Ready, baby?” You smile at her, before you lean in and kiss her, “Now I’m ready.” Alessia slowly turns the test around, it feels like time stops for a moment when you read the word positive. You slowly lift your head up to look at your wife, who looks at you with matching teary eyes. The both of you are too overwhelmed with emotions to speak, so you just fall into each other's arms. “We’re going to be parents.” You say still in disbelief, when you finally find your voice again. “We’re going to be parents.” Alessia says back, the smile on her face growing.

The two of you stay in the bed a lot longer than you usually did on days you had training, neither one of you wanting to end the moment. But as training got closer, you knew you had to. “Do you feel okay going to training? If not I can call Jonas.” Alessia pecks your lips, “I’m okay to go, thank you though.” She could already tell that you were going to be very protective of her during this pregnancy. 

You kept exchanging love sick glances with Alessia, while the both of you were basking in the moment of the two of you being the only ones in the world that knew that Alessia was pregnant. However, the love sick glances didn’t go unnoticed to your best friend. “What’s up with the two of you?” She asks as the two of you walk up the water bottles. “Nothing.” Your reaction was way too quick for Lotte to believe a word that was coming out of your mouth. “Oh, something is going on.” Her mind starts going over the list of things that her two best friends could be up to, until her eyes widened with a possible explanation for your quick response. “Omg, are you preg-” Your hand was on her mouth before she could finish her sentence, sending her a warning look before you slowly removed your hand again. You weren’t able to hold back the smile that was forming on your face, enough proof for Lotte to know that she was right. She pulls you into a hug, “I am so happy for you both.” She whispers in your direction before joining the rest of the girls again. 

Lotte went with the both of you to all of the doctors appointments, she declared herself the videographer of your journey, and you accepted her role glady. That’s how the three of you found yourself in the doctor's office one morning, ready for an ultrasound. You sat by Alessia, holding her hand, while Lotte stood to the side with her phone ready to film. The doctor applied the gel to Alessia’s belly, and started moving the machine around. Both of you look at the screen in awe, trying to figure out what you were looking at, but knowing that it was a little miracle whether you were able to figure it out yourselves or not. 

“So, here we have the baby.” She points to the screen. Tears start filling your eyes, it was still early in the pregnancy, so you hadn’t seen the baby on the screen just yet. You give Alessia’s hand a squeeze and kiss her forehead. “And then here we have another baby.” Your jaw drops, "Twins? We're having twins?" The doctor smiles at the two of you, “Yes, you’re having twins.” Alessia’s emotions get the best of her as well, as her tears start flowing as well. “I’ll give you all a moment.” The doctor says as she hands you the sonogram. You both stare at the pictures in disbelief. “We’re going to have two babies.” Alessia says in a whisper. You nod with a big smile on your face. The two of you share a long hug, meanwhile Lotte is filming the interaction with tears in her eyes. She was overjoyed for her two best friends, having been along on this journey between the both of you since day one.

The next day at practice you had told the team, and showed them the sonograms. Everyone was overjoyed for the both of you, hugs and congratulations were shared in big numbers, and you couldn’t be happier. After you had told both your families, there was only one more thing to do, and that was to tell the world.

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The response to your announcement was incredible, the overwhelming amount of love and that was thrown your way enough to make you tear up. 

After talking with your OB-GYN and with your own trainers, you had set up a schedule for Alessia. She could continue her training for a while longer, but since soccer was a contact sport, the OB-GYN recommended to stop playing matches two weeks from now, and that in the meantime, Alessia could still play, but not a full match.

That’s how you found yourself the next week, the last match Alessia would play before the twins would arrive. After consulting with the trainers, you had decided that Alessia would start and play only the first half. You were happy to walk the field with Alessia by your side, knowing that was going to be something you were going to be missing dearly over the next few months. You walk up to the side line of the field and wait for Alessia and Lotte to join you. You stand in the middle of them and link your arms with them, jumping over the line together. A pre-game ritual the three of you had started back in college, followed by national team matches, and since you all played together for Arsenal, the ritual was brought there too.

The match was going well, you were glad it wasn’t a very physical match so far, for the sake of Alessia and the babies. You manage to intercept a ball and run towards your opponents goal with it, lifting your eyes to see who was with you, when you saw that Alessia was running forward as well. With a calculated kick, the ball goes flying to her feet. You watch as she kicks the ball to the back of the net, running her way to celebrate the goal with her. After a quick hug, you fall to your knees, and place a kiss on her belly. The first goal you ever dedicated to the babies. Alessia pulls you back in for a hug, before you are met with your teammates from all angles. 

Just five more minutes left in the first half when your team earned a corner. Katie takes it and the ball comes flying your way at the back post. You jump up and head the ball into the goal, just slightly out of reach of the goalkeeper. Your eyes met Alessia’s and you knew what you needed to do. You slide down and place another kiss on her tummy, now both babies had a goal dedicated to them. The rest of the match went great and you ended up winning 4-1. All in all, a great match for Alessia to end on. 

While you continued training and playing matches, you were also taking care of your wife, and getting the house ready for the twins. The girls came over often, helping you out. You were forever grateful for them, helping you paint the nursery, and helping the two of you to gather all the stuff that you would need. 

Amidst all the shopping you kept stumbling on pictures of dad’s on baby products, parenting books for fathers, at first they were just things you noticed, but eventually it started to get to you. You didn’t want to bother Alessia with your emotions, as she was literally growing two humans inside of her but being the amazing wife that she is, she noticed your change in behaviour instantly. “Baby, what’s going on?” She asked softly. “It’s nothing, love.” Alessia knew all your tells, so she knew you weren’t being truthful. “Hey, none of that. If something is going on, you can always tell me, baby.” You cave in after she brought out the puppy dog eyes. “I’ve just been in my head about not being related to the twins. What if my maternal instinct won’t kick in? What if I won’t have a connection with them the same way that you will?”

Alessia takes your hands in hers, “Sweetheart, you already have a connection with them. You talk to them, sing to them, and read to them every single day. These kiddos know your voice by heart already. You’re going to show up for our babies, and you’re going to love them, you’re going to care for them, and that is all they will need. You are great with kids, baby, you might not realise it but I think that your maternal instinct kicked in the moment we saw the positive result on the test. You are going to be the most amazing mother to these two little nuggets.” Alessia always knew the right words to say. “Thank you, my love.” You place a kiss onto her cheek. “I needed to hear that.”

The day your baby girls were born was one with many emotions, all of the best kinds. When you held them for the first time, everything you had been worried about faded away. Their little hands holding onto your fingers, and you had never felt more ready to take on motherhood. Alessia was tired but so in love with the two little bundles of joy. Ever since you had found out that you were going to have two girls, you had known what you wanted to name them, and Alessia had loved your idea.

Lotte, Beth, and Viv were the first of your teammates to come visit your family in the hospital. You hadn’t told anyone the names yet, saved for this special moment. After the four of them have admired your girls, you take one of them from their little crib. “This is Mia, named after Alessia’s middle name, since I’ve always loved it so much.” You hand Mia to Beth, Viv is quick to snap a picture. Then you picked up your other little girl, and walked over to Lotte, handing her the baby. “And this little girl was named after our best friend.” Lotte’s eyes quickly shoot up to you. “Meet Mae.” Lotte could not believe that the two of you had named your child after her, as tears started rolling down her cheeks. “I’m so honoured, thank you so much.”

In small groups the rest of the team, and your families came to meet the little girls. You were so grateful for having such a big group of people you called family, knowing that the girls had so many bonus aunties warmed your heart.

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You quickly got used to life as a family of four, and you were loving every single moment of it. The gallery of your phone was filled with pictures and videos of the twins, wanting to capture every moment, so you could hold onto the memories forever.  

The twins were very loved, not only by Alessia and yourself, but also by your friends and family. Your home was often filled with visitors, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[dreamwritersworld]

On the run (? X Reader)

* means it’s referring back to an old memory

During the past few weeks Y/n coudlnt held but stay silent to the Sully’s. She had so much time to think now, she sat and wondered a lot..

Would Neteyam be the one?…I have loved him my whole life

*

Their puppy love was the sweetest when they were younger

He didn’t fail to make Y/n smile and she didn’t fail to give him butterflies. Everyone could see that they liked each other, but Neteyam denied it..forever wanting to keep his feelings secret.

Neteyam knew what love was, how it looked..he saw it on his parents. It was the fact that it was Y/n, she was who had his heart. They grew up together, played together, trained together, occasionally slept by each others side, sharing warmth and comfort between their bed.

Having Y/n there during training put his mind at ease, because once it was over…

“Neteyam!”

“Y/n!”

They grabbed each others hands as they lifted each other off the floor running in a circle, laughing like children..

It wasn’t just that but when they slept beside each other Neteyam would graze his hand on her face as she did the same, smiling at each other…so in love.

*

Was all that just something she imagined?..Made more than what it was? How about all those times Neteyam treated her sweetly? All those times he was a gentleman..

*

The two sat in silence, listening to the sweet sound of the forest and their bodies relaxed, comfortable with just sitting next to each other.

Neteyam spoke first, he always did..his voice would only bring her out of her daze.

“So, when I was training I found this for you.”

he opened a bag and, pulled out gemstones that were so beautiful they were able to match Y/n’s eyes..

“..for you!”

Y/n accepted the gift, admiring it

“thank you, it’s beautiful..”

Around him, y/n spoke softly and calmly. It didn’t take long for Neteyam to smile shyly looking down.

Y/n embedded those gemstones into her hair, she still has them.

*

…and then everything went crashing down

*

They had walked into his home, seeing both their parents seated..staring in silence.

“Ah Y/n! Neteyam! Just who we’re talking about!”

Neteyam and Y/n’s hand remained on top of each other, both were confused and scared for their next words

Their parents had dragged the conversation on for awhile..until they finally said it.

“…you too will be promised to each other.”

Y/n gripped Neteyam’s hand until he tugged on her hand to let go. That’s when her heart began to shatter..was he not happy? Of course this was sudden, but at least she wasn’t fully uncomfortable with the situation..

“What? You can’t do this father.”

“We have to Neteyam, you have no other women beside you to be a leader to this clan. You have no one worthy of this position besides Y/n, she is best for the future. You two spend quite some time together.”

“Yes! Because she’s Y/n dad. We’ve known each other since we were children-“

Y/n’s father made an abrupt interruption to Neteyam’s statement

“That Makes this relationship between you two even better. There is no discussion about this Neteyam. Y/n is yours.”

Those final words rang in Y/n’s head, louder than ever…it felt as though she was drowning. Her entire life, body and soul would be Neteyam’s and he wouldn’t be able to be satisfied.

Neteyam gave one last look to Y/n before walking away , Y/n followed.

“Neteyam! Neteyam! Please stop!”

“What?!”

“We can make this work Neteyam, I understand that this isn’t what you want-“

“Of course this isn’t Y/n! I wanted to choose my mate, this is my life.”

“And this is mine. I respect that but..just please Neteyam we have no choice, we can make the best of it-“

“Really? The way I see it, is that there’s no way out, what more does this deal have to offer?”

“A chance to connect on a deeper level Neteyam…I know you, I’ve known you for all my life..Neteyam I-“

“You what? You love me? You can’t say that when we literally just got set up to be mated? We’re already promised with no choice, it makes no sense to admit feelings right now Y/n.”

“Neteyam..”

It was the cracks in Y/n’s voice that hurt Neteyam, but he couldn’t help it..it was how he felt. Maybe his feelings for Y/n weren’t real, they were just surface level emotions that never seemed to leave …but how could he ever explain to her the way he felt? Y/n was everything to him and now their relationship would go down the drain, everyone was rushing them to be together and Y/n needed someone ready and stable to protect her. Neteyam felt he couldn’t fufill that need, he wasn’t ready to be committed to her…he had his own plans and his own timeline for them.

*

…did all the running we did mean nothing?

*

“I just want to leave, get away from all the training and find my own way.”

“If you go Neteyam…I will too. We can go on the run”

The pair smiled to each other shyly. Weather Neteyam realized it or not Y/n’s way of showing love to him was everything.

acts of service

Words of Affirmation

Physical touch

Y/n had it all and she was able to grant it to whoever won her heart, Neteyam had all her love.

Their love was sweet..

*

He won’t play, he’s no fun…

*

Tuk was dragging my arm urging Y/n to play with her, so she did

The young girls laughed as they chased each other, neteyam watched from afar.

He wanted so desperately to join but he feared that Y/n wouldn’t be ok with it, not after everything that was said and done. He never was one to show deep emotions so he never did, he never let go of his sadness. That certain emotion is one he kept hidden, especially when he watched his relationship with Y/n fall apart. Neteyam’s stares caught Tuk’s eye, as she ran to him grabbing his hand to play with them.

“Cmon Neteyam! Play with us!”

“No Tuk. I have to get back to work.”

Y/n watched Neteyam walk away, it hurt that he disassociated himself with everything. neteyam used to be the man who would give up whatever he was doing to spend his time with his little sister and …with Y/n.

*

Y/n’s thought came to an abrupt end, Lo’ak urged Y/n to pay attention and hurry off to training with them, saying “Tsireya would want us there bright and early!”

On the outside of it all Neteyam and Y/n seemed somewhat normal, they kept their problems in their relationship hidden once they got promised. They seemed as though they had a perfect love story. However, if you focus on their flaw you’ll notice all the cracks ready to burst in the relationship.

Neteyam rushed to Y/n’s side, both of them standing tall and confident side by side. It was as though they were a power couple, never to be broken..

“Hello guys! We’re going to do diving training today!”

Tsireya yelled louder than ever, excitement within her voice as the group smiles at her warm welcoming. Ao’nung however couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/n, he hated it. She was the most breathtaking navi he’d ever seen and yet he hates that newcomers have came to his home…not her though, she was a gift.

Tsireya was going to group everyone with specific partners until Ao’nung signed to her to let him go with Y/n, he made up an excuse to go along with it of course; gullible Tsireya believed it.

“…and Y/n you’re with Ao’nung!”

Y/n’s body unintentionally reacted to this, her ears went up when she heard his name and her tail swayed side to side under the water; Neteyam was furious. It had been a few weeks and it somehow always ended up with Y/n and Ao’nung being partnered. The entire time the pair interacted, he watched and it bothered him that he couldn’t even hear them.

“I’ll put the shells at the deepest part of the sea and you can dive down to take them ok?”

“Ok! This is going to be easy!”

“We’ll see”

The pair exchanged challenging smiles, Ao’nung diving down to place the shells. Y/n didn’t even wait for him to say go, she just dived right in..

Y/n was under the water swimming for what felt like hours, but that could’ve just been because Ao’nung missed her sweet face. When she finally rose she had more than the shells she was tasked with..

“Wha-what is that? I thought i told you to get-“

“Just the ones you put out, I knowwww. But i found this..”

Ao’nung dazed off, admiring Y/n’s face, he was pulled out of it when Y/n motioned him to take the most beautiful gems he’d seen. All he could think was how Y/n was able to connect with the ocean and bring the most beautiful things to the surface with her…

“For you! For teaching my family your ways!”

“I-i don’t need that-“

“I insist!”

He grabbed the gems with a shy smile, attempting to keep his cool. It bothered him that she said “my family” as if he hadn’t noticed how distant she was with her own promised mate. Ao’nung hated the idea of her being stuck with him, he didn’t even appreciate her the way she deserved..

“..thank you..so i was thinking about instead of you know? Being with your family for dinner, you’d come to our home, you and Lo’ak..considerate as a peace offering.”

The words slipped right out of Ao’nungs mouth without a thought, he gave a cold shoulder to any of the Sully’s but Y/n consistently held his heart captive.

“Just a peace offering?..ok, that sounds great! Would the others be able to come or exclusively me and lo-“

“Yes just you and Lo’ak…you know since we’re the closest to you two”

“Oh of course!”

Y/n smiled, turning away so he wouldn’t noticed her excitement. The two sat and discussed about everything and anything for what felt like hours, Y/n even got to know more of two of Aonung’s greatest friends. However when she walked home she couldn’t help but feel sick to her stomach, she was happy. In the longest, for the first time ever she was excited and blushing, oblivious to the conversation happening while she was gone..

“She’s nice and whatever but something tells me she’s more than just a friend-“ (Roxto)

“More than a friend? Please their already mated with that way their speaking.” (friend 1)

“No-“ (Ao’nung)

“Don’t deny it Ao’nung! You just can’t help it and that’s fine man. I see the way you talk to her when we’re training, the way you look at her” (Roxto)

“We aren’t anything. She has a promised mate-“

“What?!” (Friend 1)

“Shh! I don’t think their too open about it, Neteyam isn’t what she needs. I mean he can barley make an effort to show her off.”

“Ah but it doesn’t mean anything Ao’nung..you know that right?” (Roxto)

“What do you mean? She probably just loves him in private she wouldn’t just-“

“Dude I’ve heard Kiri tell Tsireya about it. Kiri says their relationship was good when they were younger but for some reason once they were promised it fell apart-“ (Roxto)

“No, cmon Ao’nung don’t listen to Roxto . Just enjoy her from afar, she’s promised-“ (friend 1)

“Well..maybe your right-“ (Ao’nung)

“No?! he isn’t. Neteyam’s own mother did the same thing when she was young. She was promised and mated with a demon blood. If she can do it, Y/n can too!” (Roxto)

“That’s different, Neytiri did that on her own terms , she wouldn’t want Y/n to do that to her son-“ (Ao’nung)

“Like you said, “Neteyam isn’t what she needs” so maybe..? Just maybe, Y/n will recognize that.” (Roxto)

“Your insane man, she won’t have an affair-“ (friend 1)

“They aren’t mated yet!” (Ao’nung)

Aonung sighed as he laying on the same with his back as he smiled to Roxto and his friends encouragements of just how much Y/n was happy with him

“She smiled brighter than ever Ao’nung!”

…the picture perfect life with Y/n was installed into Aonung’s head…

That night while Y/n laid in her bed smiling, fear began to seek from under her. Neteyam’s hand rested on her hip as she thought about another man, it had been so long since she felt excitement..yet she felt guilty.

-💕-

Hope you enjoyed love!

@jackiehollanderr @itsemy01

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[thee-horny-thicky]

Hey, Mama!

In honor of Mother's Day, here's a snippet of a fanfic I wrote about Kurusu Kazuki lusting after a single mother, because there's a disgusting lack of reader-insert fics about that blond assassin

If you're interested in the full fic, it's on Ao3 💓

If there was one thing Kurusu Kazuki loved, it was women. Though he was technically bisexual, he had a strong preference for the fairer sex. He adored their feminine curves, their soft skin, and even softer lips.  He viewed them as walking works of art regardless of their size, color, or origin. Because in his eyes, women were just God’s gift to Earth, a reason to preserve in this cruel, cruel world. A wise man once said that though it’s a man’s world, it’s nothing without a woman or a girl, and Kazuki wholeheartedly agreed.

And the woman before him only reinforced that belief. With heavy breasts that hung beautifully, a soft tummy he just wanted to rest his head on, deliciously thick thighs that flared out to child-bearing hips, and adorably chubby cheeks, you were truly a sight to behold. A walking fantasy come to life, one that he couldn’t tear his eyes from. From the way you shyly smiled at him, he knew he was coming off a bit strong, but he couldn’t help himself.

His time at the daycare had exposed him to many women he deemed attractive, but they all paled in comparison to you. And based on your ringless fingers, unlike them, you weren’t spoken for. A single mother for a halfway single father, a match made in heaven.

“Papa!”  Miri called as she dashed toward him.

Behind her was another little girl with cloud-like black hair, who bared a strong resemblance to you. As Miri called for him, the other child called out, “Mama,” and B-lined for you, confirming the blond’s suspicions.

“Hey, sweetie,” you cooed as you scoop her into a hug, your soft tone making Kazuki’s heart flutter.

She beckoned you to come closer. When you did, she whispered something in your ear, making you furrow your brows together.

“Papa!” Miri repeats, tugging at his pant leg and recapturing his attention. His cheeks warmed as he realized how unfatherly he was being. “Can Mia come over?”

“Mia?” he questioned, trying to recall the names of her friends.

He knew Miri primarily hung around two other little girls, but his daughter was a social creature who would make friends with a rat if given the chance.

“My daughter,” you volunteered as you joined the two of them, clasping Mia’s hand in yours. “She was just telling me about Miri. Say hi, sweetie,” you urged when Mia hid behind your legs.

“Hi,” she whispered quietly, barely loud enough to be heard.

“She’s a little shy around strangers,” you revealed with a soft smile that made Kazuki weak in the knees.

Shit. He needed to say something.

He grinned at you two, hoping it masked his nerves, and offered the girl a wave. “Hey, kid! I’m Miri’s father.”

“So can she come over?” Miri inquired, a small pout on her face at her question going ignored.

“If it’s fine with her mother, then sure!”

He’d like nothing more than to have you at his home. He’d have to make sure the living space was clean, as Rei was a messy being. Often, it felt like he parented two children, a hyper child and a teenager in the middle of his emo phase.

Miri nodded, before turning to you. “Miss, can Mia come over?”

Much to his daughter’s delight, you nodded. “Sure! Let me get your number so we can set it up. When are you free?”

You wanted…his number? Holy shit, you wanted his number! Even the fact that it was completely platonic and for the sake of your daughters didn’t put a dent in his joy.

“Yeah, of course!” Kazuki exclaimed; a tad too eager based on how Miri looked at him funny. Pulling his phone from his hoodie’s pocket, he unlocked it and handed it to you. “Go ahead and put your number in.”

You nodded and accepted the device, quickly inputting your information. Your phone vibrates, and with a nod, you hand it back. “Okay, all set! It was nice meeting you two!”

He felt the same way. In fact, he was thanking every God in existence that you were put in his path.

“Yeah, same here!”

“We have to get going. Say bye, Mia.”

“Bye, Miri,” she said softly, no longer acknowledging Kazuki’s presence.

Okay by him, since she’d have plenty of time to get used to him. Seeing as he was going to woo her mother and all.

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[shadowbriar]

Regulus Black - Supermassive Black Hole

Pairing : (F/M) || Regulus Black x Selwyn!Reader Word Count : 4.3k Warning : Curse words. Arguments. Mention of blood and unconscious SH. Synopsis : A simple arrangement turned into an everlasting one as two naïve children try to figure out their heart. Notes : I understand the title makes no sense but I don’t know what else to name this splurge of idea in my head. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

She stares at her own reflection once more, heart pounding as if it’s trying to burst forth of her ribcage. She has spent extra time today, dolling herself up to welcome the big day. The green satin bow, her very first present for her birthday, sits neatly on her hair, making her half up half down hairstyle look more adorable. She smiled to herself before grabbing her satchel and walking out of her dorm room.

People congratulate her right after she steps out of the room. Sixteenth birthday has always been a special one for wizards and witches, especially when you’re one of the Sacred 28 who still very much practice the belief of blood purity. Though her family isn’t as outspoken as the Lestranges or the Malfoys for pure-blood supremacy, the Selwyns still have their bad takes upon keeping the family lineage. She knew that when break comes and she has to return home, her parents must have already arranged parties and soirees to find her the perfect match. Arranged marriages are common for the families of Sacred 28 and she’s been made ready for such disposition to occur.

Though growing to hate the idea of such an arrangement, she understands that being the only child means that there’s no other person her parents could burden their expectations with. The family traditions will be the baton she alone would have to pass down to her children. Given the fact that her parents have given her nothing but love and support throughout her life, she felt that there would be no better requital than to do her duty and marry someone who is on par, if not of better family rank.

Out of all the proud and lofty candidates, one name echoes more in her late night thoughts than the rest. Regulus Arcturus Black. The boy was in her grade, the most reserved and tranquil person of the Slytherin trio, Black, Rosier, and Crouch. He’s the one student every younger student would secretly have a crush on, admiring and praising him in silenced whispers everytime they see him in the corridors. 

Having been close to the Black family did not mean that she was anywhere close with Regulus. Regulus has always been so uninterested and out of touch for as long as she could remember. All these years spent in the Selwyn Manor or back to Grimmauld Place only made her close to the older Black brother. She often wonders if Regulus ever even remotely thinks of her as a friend.

Her bubble of thought burst when her friends swarmed her with hugs and congratulatory greetings as she reached the Slytherin Common Room. Gifts were being given and her lips haven’t stopped saying thank you. She tries her best to show a happy and warm smile though her mind was still wary.

“Happy birthday, Selwyn.” Rosier said, giving her a hug “Sixteen at last!”

She nods, smiling at the hug.

“Welcome to the club.” Crouch says “Any idea who you’re going to marry yet?”

She rolled her eyes, “Hopefully none of you.”

“Oh don’t be too bitter, sweetheart. We’re not all that bad.” Crouch argues, a smug smile plastered on his face “Isn’t that right, Reg?”

Regulus, who was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, only hums and nods, not even looking up to see her.

“Don’t you want to say happy birthday to Selwyn, Regulus?” Rosier asked.

Regulus sighs before putting his book down and looking up, forcing a smile, “Happy birthday.”

She stares at him with knitted brows. Regulus’ cold gesture towards her has always been something she could not decipher. She wasn’t sure if he treats all girls this way, she’s never seen him interact with the opposite gender unless it was a classwork project. She wonders if there’s anything she’s done in the past that offended or upset him that much to make him act this way.

“Thanks.” She replied with the same disinterested tone “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be.”

“Where exactly?” Crouch asks, curious “Don’t you want to spend your birthday with your Slytherinkins?”

She didn’t answer, continuing her pace out of the dungeons. The sight of Regulus being so impassive and the apathetic tone of his congratulatory words seethes her. What exactly is his problem? 

—-

Her head was thrown back, eyes disappearing in blissful laughter. She would miss slow afternoons like this. A couple more week until the break starts and she could already imagine the feverish plans her parents have prepared back home. They’ve sent more frequent letters, giving a little spoiler of the soirees her mother has specially prepared for her. It was as if she was a prized turkey open for auction.

Perhaps finding a husband wouldn’t be as bloodcurdling had she not had her eyes set on someone, especially when that someone had shown her the slightest interest all these years.

She couldn’t tell precisely when the tingling inside her arised. There hasn’t been any difference in him that could provoke such alteration. His gazes are still cold, tone tepid, and gestures so insouciant. Nothing about him has changed over the years. He’s still the very same remote and out of touch Regulus Black. The very boy she’s known of all her life.

Days leading to her birthday only made her ponder more if whoever the man her parents chose to be her husband could ever give half as much emotions as the one she felt whenever Regulus was around. She wonders if the man she was to marry would give her the same butterflies just by glancing at her or throwing her a forced smile. She wonders if the man she’d end up with would ever be able to compete with such magnetism that Regulus has over her. She wonders if she could ever hold such affection for any other guy than Regulus.

Now that she’s finally sixteen and about to come home, perhaps she will get her answer sooner than she’s expected.

“Selwyn,” A voice called, making her turn to the person “A word.”

She raised an eyebrow, certainly not expecting Regulus to come to her table of friends and steal her. The expression her girl friends were having were mirroring hers, completely baffled at the boy’s peculiar approach. What could be so important that the Regulus Black had to come and ask her for a word?

And so she stands from her seat, following the distraught boy outside of the Common Room and into the quieter side of the Slytherin Dungeon. His hair was slightly unkempt, a sight she’s never seen on him before. He was pacing with fists turned into a ball, eyes glued to the ground as if he’s trying to make out words to utter.

“Will you spill your words or am I only being called to watch you pace back and forth, Regulus?” She says, eyes trained on him “What is it, is everything alright?”

“Date me.”

Her jaw dropped, eyes widened at the two words the raven haired boy had just spilled, “Come again?”

“Please don’t make me repeat it.”

She blinks. There was no logical explanation she could make as to why Regulus would suddenly come and ask her to date him. Well, correct that, he wasn’t asking, he was demanding her to date him. Though his words were firm and resolute, the worry radiating from his eyes betrays the resilient bravado he so hard tries to maintain. Never has she ever seen him in such a state and it made her question the true motive of his intention.

“Yeah, not funny, Regulus.” She says, rolling her eyes “Is this some kind of silly bet you made with Rosier or Crouch?”

Regulus’ jaws tensed at the mentioning of his friends, “No.”

“Then why exactly would you come to me and say those words?”

“Because I like you.”

She scoffs. The words rolled out of his tongue with tone as if he was put through a cruciatus curse. Something is evidently amiss. Regulus was never one to struggle with words, never one to look agitated and unsettled. He was not showing the kind of anxiety and nervousness you see from someone confessing their love. No, this was far different than that. It was the kind of convulsion you see from someone who’s trying to hide something.

She rolled her eyes and turned her heels, “I don’t have time for this, Regulus.”

“So is that a no, then?” Regulus asked, stopping her pace “Do you not want to date me?”

“No, I don’t want to date you.” She says, turning herself back to face him.

“Why not?” His brows are now knitted, confused and looking slightly offended.

“Because, Regulus,” She answers with a long sigh of exasperation “Not everyone in this castle finds you attractive.”

She lied. Everyone in the castle finds him attractive. Everyone.

The veins on his neck were more visible now. A wave of disappointment flashed on his face but before she could study it better, Regulus’ gesture turned back to his usual self. As if he’s hit the reset button, his expression turned blank, making it hard for her to read. The muscles on his face relaxed, signifying that he’s gathered himself back.

“So you have someone else you fancy then?”

She remains quiet, eyes still glued on the remaining trace of his perturbed gesture.

“Very well.” Regulus says, taking her silence as his confirmation “I’m sorry to have caused you some inconveniences. Let’s pretend the last twenty minutes didn’t happen.”

Before she could say a word, Regulus was already on his way away from her presence. His pace was fast, long legs taking big steps that would be impossible for her to catch up. Within seconds his silhouette was gone from her sight, leaving her alone at the dungeon with a million unanswered questions swarming her mind.

What’s just happened?

—-

To say last night was agonising would be an understatement. Hypothetical reasons with no real closure were driving her insane. What exactly was Regulus doing? What did he really want with her? He couldn’t just suddenly have the switch of feelings and urge to date her over night unless he was spiked with a love potion, which sounds like the most reliable possibility yet still inadvertently impossible.

And so determined to get her answer, she searched for Regulus at the library. To her delight, she found him within seconds of stepping inside the book room. He was sitting with a book in his hand, eyebrows knitted as his eyes focused on the words of the pages. Whatever the book was, it seemed to occupy his mind so heavily that he hardly noticed her presence.

“Regulus,” She called, making her presence known “We need to talk.”

Regulus looked up, swallowing his saliva at the sight of her, “About?”

“You know what about.”

He sighs and puts his book down, gesturing to her to proceed.

“What in the seven hells were you doing yesterday?” She says, trying her best to keep a low volume as not to anger Madam Pince “Were you drunk? Did someone spike you with some tonic?”

“No, I was fine.” He answers, debunking all her accusations “I only wanted to know if you wanted to date me, is all.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Regulus sighs, biting his lower lip as if debating to continue his words “My parents are arranging me to marry Greengrass.”

Her brows rose, stunned at the new information spilled.

“I was wondering if you’d like to date me so I can stall more time before a marriage happens.” He continues, eyes not looking at her “Sirius has made it clear that he has no interest in getting married soon, especially with anyone my parents chose for him, so my parents turned to me and arranged the marriage. They fear that I might rebel and follow my brother’s missteps.”

She chews on her lower lip, trying to digest his words. Greengrass? She’s surely someone who would be a good match for him. Respectful family, graceful face, and cunning mind. A proper partner indeed.

But why does she feel rather resentful? Shouldn’t she be happy that he’s going to be paired with someone who would be the perfect match for him? It wasn’t like she’s got a chance nor did she intend to proceed with her feelings for him. She was sure that she’s only to admire and love him in silence and were beginning to accept the fact that she has to move on. Now that she’s got a real reason to let him go, why does she feel more hurt than she’s expected?

“Then why did you ask me to date you?” She asks, trying to keep her voice stable so as not to show her quivering heart “Don’t you think that’s a bit cruel to ask a girl to be their girlfriend when he’s betrothed to another?”

“I thought we could pretend to date each other so my parents would call the arrangement off. I mean, it’s a good proposal, don’t you think? I know your parents must be planning for your arrangement too, so I thought we could just date and make them postpone the arrangements.” He continued, sharing his piece of mind “Assuming that you’re not ready for a marriage too, of course.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so? Why did you have to lie and say that you liked me?”

Regulus gulps, regret and guilt filling his eyes once more. Had it not been somewhere public she must've bawled her eyes out. The lies he said yesterday, though she knew full well that it was too good to be true, still pierced her like a thorned rose. Yet with her heart bleeding like this, she finds it hard to hate the man who’s now looking down to his palms as if he’s just found out that he’s got hands. Perhaps he was just desperate and had to say the words out of haste, she tried to convince herself.

“So you don’t want to marry Greengrass?”

Regulus shakes his head slowly, “No, I don’t. And I don’t think I ever would want to.”

She taps her fingers to the wooden table, contemplating the proposal Regulus just offered. It sounded like a decent solution to both of their problems. He wouldn’t have to marry Greengrass and she could have a little more time to breathe, at least until she graduates.

“Look, it was a foolish proposition, I understand. I don’t expect-”

“Fine,” She says short, letting out a long exhale “Let’s do it.”

Regulus raised his brows, “What?”

“I said, let’s do it. It’s a favourable offer for us both, so I’m game.” She says firmly, hands resting on the tables as she leans closer to show her determination “But just so we’re clear, this is business strictly. No emotions, no feelings, what so ever. The second either of us catch it, we’ll tell it to each other and call it off, deal?”

No deal. How could she make such an agreement when she’s already so plastered over him? Perhaps she was saying those words to herself, as a reminder to not fall deeper into the intoxicating force that is Regulus Black. She needed to make it clear for herself that this is nothing close to the relationship she craved to have, that way she could minimise the damage done when things finally come to an end.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Regulus says coldly, taking out his hand for her to shake “Deal.”

—-

“People are staring.”

“Well that’s the whole point of this display, is it not?”

She glares at Regulus, wanting to push him off of the railway.

The break finally comes. Students are now waiting to board the Hogwarts Express. In contrast to how she would usually have her group of friends around her, she now has Regulus standing beside her, intertwining their hands in the most awkward and uncomfortable grip. The gesture is still very much bizarre for her though they’ve been doing it for almost a week now. Her palms no longer sweat as much as she did the first time, but to say that it’s gotten better would certainly be a lie.

When the train finally comes, Regulus leads her to their booth. The compartment was typically occupied by him and his group of friends, however it seems like they wouldn’t be joining them today. A relief she’s thankful for because she knows she wouldn’t be able to fake intimacy for the next few hours.

“Have you owled your parents?” Regulus asks as he takes a seat “Told them about us?”

She nods, “A couple of days ago.”

“And what did they say?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t opened their letters.” She shrugs, plopping into the seat in front of him “Reckon I could just witness their reactions first hand when we arrive.”

Regulus nods, not uttering another word.

She turns to the glass door, watching as students come in and look for their designated compartments. She could see Sirius and his group of friends walking, flashing a big smile and waving at him as their eyes met. Sirius grins back at her, only to have a sour expression when he sees his younger brother sitting opposite of her. Sirius gave a small nod to Regulus before continuing his walk and following his friends away.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You know what.” She says, sounding irritated “Must you really ask questions you know the answer to? It doesn’t make you seem cool, you know. It makes you look like a twat.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Why are you asking me? Ask Sirius, he’s the one who seems to have a problem with us being together.”

She shows an annoyed look before turning her eyes back outside.

Regulus turns out to be a more pain in the arse than she’d ever imagined. He acts as if he’s above everyone, giving no remarks nor care to anything she’s said. It was as if he was tortured to be in the fake relationship he himself had proposed. Any moment now she feels like she’s about to burst in vexation.

“We have to talk about what to do during the break.” Regulus says, eyes still glued to his book “I’ll owl you weekly and come to every parties and soirees your parents are holding. I suppose your birthday party is coming, right?”

She turns her head to him, eyebrows furrows, “Weekly? You think that would suffice?”

“I don’t owl anyone so a letter weekly is a luxury.” He said with an adamant expression as he looked up to her “You can send me your letters as frequently as you want but know that I’ll only be replying once a week.”

“You’re impossible.” She scoffs, folding her hands in front of her chest “Daily. You are to owl me everyday. You tell me about how your day went, tell me how much you miss me, how much you miss holding hands with me, and you are to send me flowers. I like orchids, so send me those.”

Regulus remains quiet, watching her intently as if he’s trying to strip her mind. His grey eyes are piercing through her soul. She couldn’t help but to feel intimidated. Her shoulders shudders, gulping in nervousness from the staring contest.

“Fine.” He says at last, closing his book “Any other request?”

She pursed her lips, contemplating, “We have to stop calling each other by our names.”

“What do you mean?”

“Couples don’t do that. They call each other by their pet names.” She says, a slight hint of blush evident on her cheeks “I mean that’s what my friends do.”

“I see.” Regulus nods slowly “I’ll call you motormouth.”

“Motormouth?” She asks, appalled “That’s not a pet name, that’s an insult!”

“Well if you learn to quiet down a bit we’ll upgrade to something more mediocre like Darling or Love.”

“Fine,” She spat in annoyance “Honey Puff.”

Regulus glares, “Don’t call me that.”

“Aw, does my dear lover hate to be called with cute names?” She taunts, faking a cute pout “Should we call you Pooh Bear instead?”

Not entertaining her any longer, Regulus turns back to his book with an annoyed scoff.

She frowns, pulling the zipper of her jumper up to cover her face. The height of nuisance he gave her is beyond her comprehension. How can anyone cause this much distress and nettle? And to make it even more baffling, at the end of the day, right before she sleeps she would play the memory of his detached comments and cold stares with a smile, hoping that she would never get out of such a situation.

The things he’s done to her poor heart.

—-

When they arrived at Kings Cross Station, they were welcomed by one of her father’s right hand men. The three of them, including Sirius, were to go to the Selwyn Manor right away. No further information was given to them, only that a party was being held, awaiting the new couple. The gesture surely raised their eyebrows, but perhaps this is just one of the occasions leading up to her birthday party so neither of the kids asked for more questions.

Arriving at the Selwyn Manor with a portkey, more suspicions and questions rose as the place was decorated extravagantly. The gardens were garnished with colourful orchids, satin covered chairs arranged on the green grass field. This doesn’t look like a birthday nor a welcome party. It looks more of a ceremonial settlement.

“Darling, welcome home!” Mrs. Selwyn greets, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace “It’s so good to see you, my love. And welcome Regulus, Sirius. I hope the journey back was pleasant for you, yes? Your parents are inside, preparing themselves.”

Regulus raised his brows, “They’re here?”

“Well of course they are! They wouldn’t miss their son’s wedding would they?”

“His what?” She asks in surprise, pulling away from her mother’s embrace “Who’s marrying who?”

“You, of course, you silly goose. You’re marrying Regulus.” Her mother teased, poking her daughter’s nose “Did you not read the letters I’ve sent you? Walburga and Orion thought that it would be best to hold the wedding now, seeing that the both of you are already dating, anyway. Your father and I thought the same. We’ve sent the both of you letters but neither of you replied, so we assumed that there was no rejection against the idea.”

She remains quiet, looking at her mother as if she’s grown two heads.

“My darling girl.” Her mother says warmly, looking at her daughter proudly before turning to Regulus with a warm smile “We didn’t need to put you two in an arranged marriage, after all.”

The jaws of the children were hung open, bewildered by the new wave of information.

“I have to get back inside and make sure the catering is ready.” Mrs. Selwyn says before excusing herself inside.

The three children were still frozen, their souls sucked out of their body. She glances at Regulus who looks like he’s been kissed by a dementor. His face was pale, not blinking as he tried to swallow the hard pill.

“I’ll look for Mother and Father, see if they’ve got some better explanations.” Sirius says before getting inside the manor.

When the older boy was gone, she turned to Regulus and called, “Regulus.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cursed under his breath, rummaging his hair as he paced back and forth “What in the holly fuck is going on in our parents’ head?! We’re sixteen, for fuck’s sake! What exactly are they rushing for?!”

“Regulus, quiet down.” She whispers, noticing the stares thrown at them “People are staring.”

“And you,” He turns, finger pointing at her “Why couldn’t you just open the bloody letters? We could’ve avoided this!”

“Me? How is it my fault? You were sent letters too and you didn’t know. I’m not the only party at fault for not being diligent with my post!”

Regulus clenches his jaws in anger. He lets out a small growl, one that made her quivering in fear. She’s never seen him this angry before and it honestly scares her. She isn’t sure on what he’s going to do nor what she should do to help diffuse the tension. The situation they’re entangled in is surely acute but how are they supposed to find a solution if their heads were in turmoil? Is there even a way out from this?

She chews on her lower lip until it bleeds. The bitter taste of iron was strange but it wasn’t enough to wake her from her train of thoughts. She’s too engrossed in thinking and trying to figure out the best way to tame Regulus’ anger.

“Stop, that. Don’t hurt yourself.” Regulus says, noticing the blood coming out of her lips and hands her his handkerchief “Stop mutilating yourself.”

She took the white cloth and pressed it to her lips, his initials were embroidered on one of its corners, “What do we do know?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus sighs, his rage seems to be curbed down a notch “I don’t think we could ever out mind our parents' wicked plans. They’re sick in the head, is what they are.”

“Don’t talk about my parents like that, I love them.” She argues “Even when they’re being dickheads like this.”

Regulus shows an amused smile before taking a hard gulp, “So will you do it? Will you marry me?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

She does. She has plenty of choices. She could just tell her parents the truth about fake dating and everything. Or she could just lie and say that things aren’t working out with the two of them, they’re barely together for a week after all. Or she could simply say no and reject the marriage, let Regulus take the shame alone. But neither of the options above seem to be better than to spend the rest of her life with him. He’s a strugglesome person to bear but does she really have the heart to back out and taint both of their houses?

Regulus nods, his brows still knitted as if he’s unsure if the decision they’ve made were the right one, “Alright, let’s get married, then.”

↠ Part II

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Promise

Pairing: (Virgin) Chase Hudson x (Virgin) Reader

Warnings/tags : virginity, loosing virginity, mild blood, Sharing past memories of them being just friends as children. brief mention of underage drinking (Chase and reader DO NOT par take), brief off page mention of them kissing and getting to 2nd base( kiss/touch breasts) in the past prior to them turning 18. , NO SEX including ORAL happens before they are 18 only after!!!

“Pinky Promise,” you and Chase said in unison, hooking your little twelve year old pinkies together. “And I promise to never break a promise… EVER!” You both followed, in tradition with your usual promise making ritual the two of you had developed over your lifetime of being neighbors and best friends.

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And you never did break a promise to each other, not once… and you certainly weren’t going to start now.

“Ugh, if I could go back in time and punch twelve year old me in the face right now I would!” Chase grumbles in sexual frustration, pausing his steamy make out session with you, and moving to sit at the end of his bed before things go any further. This is the closest the two of you have ever been to breaking the promise you made to eachother that fateful day after watching a video on STDs and teen pregnancy in sixth grade health class.

“I’d punch twelve year old me too, if I could,” you match his level of frustration. You grab your bra and fasten it back on before joining him at the end of the bed. “I should have known coming over here when your parents aren’t home was gonna make it nearly impossible to stick to our stupid ‘no sex until after highschool graduation’ pact.”

“If we’re being honest you should probably punch yourself twice,” he elbows you playfully.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

“Because you’re the one who decided we should add ‘no oral sex or touching below the waist’ to the pact.” He runs his painted fingertips through his deep brown hair.

“It sounded gross at the time!” You exclaim in playful defense. “Plus neither of us knew we’d end up together.” You add. “It wasn’t until we were fifteen when you kissed me during our weekly Friday movie night that I even knew you liked me like that. I still remember the surge of electricity that went through me the second your lips touched mine, and how it made me lose my grip on the bowl of popcorn— what a mess!” You smile at him.

“Yeah,” he smiles back at you, reminiscing. “We kissed until the credits rolled. I still don’t know how ‘I’m Thinking of Ending Things’ actually ends.” He laughs.

“It ended with your tongue down my throat,” you giggle. “But it’s three years later — we’re eighteen now — and that’s still all we’ve really done, besides you kissing and touching my breasts. There’s gotta be something we can do to get some release without breaking our promise. The overwhelming desire to make eachother cum, is absolutely killing me lately.”

“It’s killing me too—Fuck, especially hearing you talk like that— you’re not helping you know,” he jokes, adjusting himself in his pants.

“Sorry,” you blush. “But ummm, I think I might know something we could try though,” you say softly, hesitant to admit what you’re about to.

“Please, What? Anything!” Chase practically begs.

“Ok, I’m kinda embarrassed to say this, and you’re probably gonna think I’m weird but umm…so obviously, sometimes I masturbate thinking about you, and I’m sure you do it thinking about me too—” you pause to take a deep breath. “—but sometimes it’s not enough so i’ll like hump my pillow and pretend it’s you and- and, I can get off like that,” you hide your face in your hands.

“Hey, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” he peels your hands away from your face. “I actually think that’s hott as fuck. I’m honored. He smiles, blushing. “I’m not sure how that helps us now though?”

“Y-you can be like my pillow — we’ll both keep our clothes on of course, well the necessary ones anyway.

“Ok, I’m totally down to try that,” he says with a flirtatious smile as he scoots himself back on the bed and lays down. “I’m all yours,” he smirks, gripping his erection through his tight jeans.

The depths of your abdomen are already warm with desire as you straddle him. As luck would have it, you’re wearing a skirt; the thin fabric of your panties are the only thing separating your plump and eager clit from the hard bulge of denim beneath you, as you begin the slow roll of your hips.

“Mmmhahamm,” Chase moans out a satisfied, smug, little laugh as he slides his hands up your thighs and under your skirt to grip your hips. “This just might be the best idea you’ve ever had,” he smirks, using his grip to push and pull you against him, intensifying the friction for you both.

The feeling is far more intense than the soft cushion of your pillow and you relish in it, appreciating the way his twitching cock excites your sensitive bud.

“Goddd, I wish you were inside me right now!” you whine out, adding a slight bounce to your movements so you can pretend.

“Trust me, I know, I wish I was too,” he bucks his pelvis up to play into the fantasy of it all.

The only thing missing is a fullness inside of you and a tight warmth around Chase, but this will do for now. You can feel how slick you're getting and wonder if Chase can feel the dampness through his denim. And as if he can read your mind he slides his hands back down your thighs to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up to take a peek underneath.

“Mm-Fuck that’s so hott! You’re soaking through your panties babe,” he exclaims, watching in awe as wet spot blooms.

“That’s because this feels s-sooo fucking good, baby! Mmmhhm.” You moan, looking directly into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Yeah?” He asks rhetorically and bites his lip, as his body moves in unison with yours. “Let’s get this back off you, huh?” He sits up slightly supporting himself with one hand as he expertly unhooks your bra with the other . It’s one of the only things he’s been allowed to take off of you for the last three years, so of course he’s mastered it by now. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he sits up fully now, gently cupping your face with partial sweater paws —his painted finger tips resting gently on the apples of your cheeks. He pulls you in and begins kissing you, your tongues embracing each others in sensual rhythm.

You grab the hem of his oversized sweater and begin to pull it up, only parting your mouths long enough to tug it over his head. The second it’s discarded, you’re at it again; desperate, hungry kisses moaning into eachothers mouth.

“C-can I try be-being on top now,?” he breaks the kiss to ask, panting and out of breath.

“Of course,” you roll off him and lay on your back, letting him climb on top.

Somehow this position makes everything feel more real; the weight of him between your legs; the skin to skin contact of your bare, sweat-slicked chests gliding against each other with every roll of Chase’s hips.

“Mmmhm— Fuck, baby! Can’t wait to do this for real,” he kisses the words into the flesh right below your ear; he knows it’s your favorite spot. As usual it sends a wave of pleasure straight to your core.

“Fuck, I’m so close, Chase! Don’t stop!”you cry out. But your words excite him too much…

“Shit! No no no no NO! Not yet!” He pleads with himself, shortly following with a defeated “I’m cumming.” With a heavy sigh he rolls off of you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Chase, don’t worry about it, besides I can take care of myself,” you reassure him, giving him a peck on the lips, and shift to get out of bed to head to the bathroom.

“Wait!” He reaches out grabbing you by the wrist. “I wanna watch …if that’s ok with you of course.”

“Umm.. yeah, okay,” you reply timidly, knowing you're about to star in a private show of one of your most intimate moments; all eyes on you, even if they are just Chase’s.

You position yourself back on the bed—legs spread and skirt lifted for Chase’s viewing pleasure— and slip your hand into your panties. It was never an official part of the original promise you made, but at some point in your relationship it became like an unspoken rule that seeing those parts of each other were off limits until after graduation as well. Your fingers move in circles over your clit, shielded only by the thin, delicate, wet fabric of your panties. It doesn’t take long before Chase is hard again; his own hand tucked into his boxer briefs, as he watches you.

“So sexy, playing with yourself for me,” he stares in awe. “Thinking about this dick inside you baby?” He says, as he strokes himself, his jeans now unzipped to allow him more range of motion.

“Mmmhm, you know it, Cha—“ your orgasm cuts off your words as it surges through you. Chase can’t take his eyes off you as your legs tremble and thighs clamp close around your hand— he’s never seen anything so arousing in his life.

“Baby, give me your hand,” he requests, when your body stops seizing in pleasure. You give him a quizzical look. “Trust me,” he elaborates. And you do—you trust him, you trust him with every cell in your body —so you extend your free hand out to him , the other still resting lazily in your panties. “No, the other one,” he specifies. In confused silence you pull out your hand—fingers still sleek with your essence—and give it to Chase who brings it to his lips. “Wanna taste you,” he takes two of your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling over, around and between them.

His dick twitches at his first taste of your flavor. You feel the buzz of his moans briefly around your fingers before they fall from his slack jaw as he cums hard in his pants, again.

“Can I?” You ask, nodding down to the mess seeping through his boxers.

He knows exactly what you’re asking and thumbs a drop of cum from his tip, and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth and he pushes his thumb in allowing you a taste of his salty release.

“Do I taste good, baby?” He asks. With his thumb still in your mouth you coyly nod yes. “You do too,” he smirks before slipping out his thumb. “God, I can’t wait until graduation.”

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By the time graduation rolls around the two of you have practically worn a hole in the crotch of every pair of pants and underwear you own.

After diplomas are received and caps thrown you sneak off to a hotel party with Chase, telling your mom you’re at sleepover with your friend, because even though you’re eighteen your moms one of those ‘you live under my roof, you live under my rules’ kind of mom. Technically you’re not really lying since your friend is here at the party too, but you doubt anyone’s gonna be sleeping, unless they just blackout; Another friend's older brother is stupidly supplying alcohol. You and Chase will not be partaking — another sixth grade health class promise to each other— no drinking until the legal age of 21.

Chase has been acting slightly off all night, he seems distracted, like his mind is completely somewhere else right now. It’s so unlike him and you're a little concerned.

“Earth to Chase,” you call out, grabbing his attention. “You okay? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He takes a big breath before answering “Sorry it was supposed to be a surprise after the party but I can’t get it off my mind …..I got us our own room,” he says handing you a key card.

“Oh..OHH!” It suddenly hits you as to why he’s been acting so odd. “I’m gonna go tell my friends I’m not feeling well, so we’re leaving early.”

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Once alone inside the room with Chase, your nerves start to kick in but you try not to show it. You and Chase are on the bed— still fully clothed sans socks and shoes— kissing softly when he pauses to ask…

“So how do you wanna do this?”

“Umm, however you want to I guess.” You respond sounding unsure.

“Are you okay? We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready yet,” he says sensing your nerves. “I’ll be just as happy sleeping next to you as I’ll be sleeping with you. No pressure.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Everyone makes such a huge deal out of virginity , I think I’m just psyching myself out even though I know it's just a social construct. I’m mostly just worried about it hurting,” you admit.

“Promise I’ll be as gentle as possible, and we can stop anytime you want or need too,” he reassures you. Just let me know—I’m your best friend before anything else, before being your boyfriend, and certainly before my own pleasure— the last thing I wanna do is hurt you in any way shape or form.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that. You make me feel so safe, I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone but you,” you give him a slow, sensual kiss, before pausing to speak again, “I really appreciate you going to the gyno with me to get birth control last month too,”

“Of course, birth control is just as much my responsibility as it is yours—which reminds me, I wasn't sure if you still wanted to use condoms or not, but I brought some,” he reaches into his small cross body bag on the floor by the bed and pulls out a three pack. “Completely up to you, I’m fine either way.”

“I’m okay doing it without one. I mean, I’m on birth control and we’re both virgins.”

“ That’s what I was thinking too, but I wanted to bring them just in case you didn’t feel the same way,”

“You’re the best,” you smile at him. “So umm I was thinking like, missionary— at least to start.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“And umm, if you don’t mind, can we like skip the other stuff for now? I’m just really anxious to finally have sex with you,” you blush.

“Same,” he smiles. “I’m completely fine with that,”

Slowly, you begin undressing each other: first tugging Chase’s form fitting black T-shirt up and over his head, followed by him pulling you to your feet so he can unzip the back of your dress. He stands behind you, kissing the base of your neck before taking his time lowering the zipper, and continuing to kiss down your vertebrae as he goes. Once fully unzipped you shrug the garment from your shoulders, letting it cascade down your body and pool at your feet. Chase lends you a hand, helping you step out of the swirl of fabric and then gently lays you down on the bed. You’re only in your panties; your graduation dress not requiring a bra. Chase stands at the foot of the bed and begins to unbuckle the belt of his dress pants. It’s by far one of the hottest sights you’ve ever seen, reminiscent of the cover of one of your guilty pleasure steamy romance novels. After he’s fully removed his pants, he climbs onto the bed, the both of you in just your underwear.

“Can I take these off you?” He hooks his thumbs under the skinny strap of fabric at your hips. You respond with a nod and your bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth. You lift your hips for him as Chase makes quick work of tugging them down and off. He marvels at the sight before him; you completely nude for the very first time in his presence. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he lightly traces a single finger over your slit, just barely parting your lips. “Ready for me?” He strokes himself through the confines of his boxers and then quickly removes them when you respond with another nod. He spreads your legs then positions himself between them. “Try to relax for me, okay.”

He attempts to run his tip through your folds to lubricate himself before pushing in but it seems your arousal isn’t quite as plentiful as the times that the two of you have simulated sex. You can feel the friction from the lack of wetness as Chase tries to navigate his way through your folds, and embarrassingly, you know he can feel it too.

“I’m sorry,” you cover your face in shame. “I want this. I’m in the mood and everything, I swear. I’m turned on, you turn me on—-” you ramble in a panic, thinking Chase is going to be offended.

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. I know it’s probably just because you’re nervous. Don’t worry about it, I brought some lube, just in case,” Chase reaches down to his bag once again, and pulls out a small colorful bottle. “Is it okay if I rub some on you?”

“Of course,.………Chase,—I love you, seriously, you’re the best.” You’ve heard some of your other friends' first time stories and you know how lucky you are to have someone who cares as much about your level of pleasure and comfort as their own.

“I love you, too,” he smiles, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I know you said you wanted to skip the other stuff for now, but I think it might be a good idea if I get you warmed up with my fingers a little first. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” you involuntarily squirm with anticipation.

Chase cracks open the bottle of lube, and squeezes out a moderate amount onto his fingertips. He warms the clear, cool, jelly between his thumb and forefingers before gently applying it to your opening.

“Ready?” He waits for your nod of approval before sliding a slicked finger inside of you. The sensation causes you to softly breathe out his name. “You okay?” He asks, sounding concerned.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Keep going.” And he does, working them in a ‘come hither’ motion and adding a second finger when you say it’s okay. You wouldn’t say it hurts by any means, but you can definitely feel the pressure and stretch of his long, slender fingers working inside you. But the pleasure is there as well; that special spot you also learned about in health class—Chase has undeniably found it. “Mmmm, Chase—fuck…so good — kiss me.”

“Anything you want, baby,” Chase leans over your body— his fingers still getting you ready for him— and connects his mouth to yours, devouring your moans. Every kiss fills you with the same electric surge as it did during that Friday movie night, three years ago. That’s how it always is with you and Chase; every kiss feels like the first time —everytime.

“Want you…now,” you whimper as he moves the kisses to your neck.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m all yours,” he breathes against your flesh.

“Inside me,” you clarify, grabbing his hard dick.

“Yeah?” He perks his head up smiling at you. “Think you can take me now?”

“Yeah, go slow though,”

“I will, baby,” he slips out his fingers and uses the mixture of lube and arousal to coat himself before lining up between your legs again. “Let me know if I���m hurting you or you need me to stop, okay.”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath and slowly release it, trying to calm your nerves, while he lines himself up again.

This time he’s able penetrate you, and delicately begins sinking further in. He places his hands down on the mattress near your shoulders to support himself and you instantly grip his arms, slightly digging in your fingernails.

“You alright?” He pauses pushing in.

“I’m ok… k-keep going.”

“You sure ?”

“I’m sure.”

He continues to caringly inch his way inside you until his pelvis is flush with your body.

“Mhmm—fuck!.. i-it’s, it’s all the way in, baby. Feels so good…too good. Mmmmh, shit, gimme a minute.” He closes his eyes and sinks his teeth into his lip.

“It’s okay, I need one too.” You distract yourself from the twinge of pain between your legs by fiddling with one of his necklaces. “I still can’t believe you’ve kept this all these years,” you say, holding the dog tag that hovers above your body like a pendulum at rest; Chase’s name engraved on the front.

“Of course I do. You gave it to me,” he strokes the side of your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, for your tenth birthday!” You giggle.

“I loved you then—even if I didn’t know it yet—and I love you now,” he leans down, kissing you softly. The cold metal of the tag now touching your breasts excites you, and you let out a small moan that buzzes against Chase's lips. “I should be good now, are you?”

You silently nod and Chase—paying close attention to where your bodies are joined — slowly draws his hips back and gently pushes in again, but this time when he pulls back his hips he notices a bright red streak down his length.

“Shit, you're bleeding!” he sounds panicked.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You go to cover your face again, but Chases intercepts, instead, interlocking your fingers together

“Baby, it’s okay. I know it’s common the first time. I don’t care about the blood, I’m worried I’m hurting you.”

“I mean yeah, it hurts a little, but it's gonna hurt whether we do this now, later, or another year from now; It just comes with the territory. I trust you and I know you're being as gentle as you possibly can. I’ll be okay, I promise.” You reassure him. Besides, from what your friends have told you it should begin hurting less and start to feel good soon.

“Soo continue?” He asks, to be sure.

“Yes, make love to me, Chase!

With his hands still interlaced with yours, he resumes the slow and careful roll of his hips and gently pins them to the mattress just slightly above your head. It’s not a dominance thing though , it’s not like the movies, or the spicy romance novels you read — it’s an assurance thing, a silent way of letting you know he’s got you, you’re in good hands and he’s gonna take good care of you. He dips his head, planting a garden of kisses along your throat as he delicately pivots his hips. It takes a bit to adjust to the intense stretch but Chase coaches you through it—reminding you to breathe, and distracting you with sensual praise and eye contact— until the ache eventually fades away. The sensation that replaces it is akin to the feeling of the way your heart skipped a beat the first time Chase said ‘I love you.” The memory of it playing on repeat inside of you everytime he glides over your g-spot.

“Ohh… Chase!” You pant breathily.

“You alrig—?“

“ You feel so fucking good,” you cry out, cutting off his question of concern.

“Mmmghh, he grunts at the pleasure your words bring him. “Happy you… mmhm finally get to enjoy this as mmmuch as I am,” he speaks through broken moans. “Don't know how mmmuch longer I can last though”

“Ss’okay, babe. It’s your first time too, I-I understand.”

T he next few minutes are filled with mutual pleasure, love-laden moans and passionate kisses. And even though a part of him is literally inside you, and your bodies are pressed together, you desire him impossibly closer still; your hands gripping and grabbing at his slender body as if you could just crawl into his chest and stay there for all of eternity. You call out his name as a familiar feeling begins to brew within you. But before you can reach your climax …

“Can I… in you?” Chase asks through heavy breathing. And with your nod of consent, he begins to pulse inside you, a warm sensation filling you up. “Ughhm, Holy Fuck!” Chase calls out, a shiver of ecstasy running through his body. He collapses on top of you, boneless as a jellyfish while he comes down from his high and catches his breath. “That was the best orgasm of my fucking life!” He manages to lift himself up to speak, making eye contact with you. “Wanna make you feel good too, Can I finish you off?” He sensually runs his tongue over his top lip.

“I’d like that,” you squirm, on the brink of orgasm already.

With no prior experience with oral sex you silently wonder to yourself if he’ll be able to make you cum, but the second his tongue traces a counter-clockwise half circle around your clit, you know he will—and soon! He continues licking a stripe down the side of your sensitive bud, then halfway back up, over and down. When he circles your clit next, you realize what he’s doing before he even finishes the letter.

“Chase!” You blurt out as if you were supposed to guess the word his tongue is spelling out in calligraphy.

Your hand rides atop his head as he softly zigzags the letter ‘S’ over your clit. Somewhere in the middle of the final letter your body starts convulsing in pleasure and Chase proudly wears your thighs as earmuffs as he makes you cum.

“God, I fucking love you,” he kisses his way back up your body, when your thighs finally release their hold on him. He gives you one last kiss on your mouth before he settles down on his back besides you. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips placing a gentle peck on the backside. “That was amazing,” he says with his head turned, looking in your eyes as he softly strokes your hair. “Finally getting to be with you like that after so long was….was everything!” He struggles to find a word special enough to encompass the way he’s feeling. “I swear the wait just intensified the experience as a whole; so many new and exciting sensations we got to explore together for the first time ,” he kisses you lightly on your forehead.

“I agree, and I’m so lucky to have a man so deserving of sharing my body with. I felt so safe, respected and loved the entire time; so thank you for that.”

“Of course,” he gives you another forehead kiss and starts to get up.

“Mmghh,” you grumble playfully “Where you going? Stay with me.”

“I’m gonna draw you a nice cool bath, it should help with any remaining soreness…and here take two of these,” he pulls out a travel size bottle of Tylenol from his bag.

“Thanks,” you smile, getting up from the bed and grabbing a water from the mini fridge. You wash the pills down your throat with a sip of water, and make your way into the bathroom.

“Oh, and don’t forget to pee!” He calls out as you close the bathroom door.

“Okay, you reply, laughing to yourself. You think it’s adorable how he obviously did his research; from the lube, to spelling his name between your thighs, the Tylenol, the cool bath, and reminding you to empty your bladder. You wouldn’t dare call him out on it though.

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After your bath, you wrap yourself in the white robe provided by the hotel and open the bathroom door only to find Chase sitting on the bed in his boxers, a bleach pen in hand, scrubbing at the small— mostly gone— crimson patch on the sheets.

“ You can sleep on that side. I’ll sleep on the wet spot… think I got it out though.” Chase says, tucking the stain remover back into his little ‘first time’ kit.

“Oh, Chase, you say playfully. You’re such a dork sometimes, but I totally love you for it,” you pick up one of his balled up socks off the floor, and throw it at him.

“Hey, what was that for!” He smiles at you, tossing it back.

“Nothing,” you say, not wanting to embarrass him. “I just appreciate everything that went into tonight,” you leave it at that, and take a seat on the bed.

“Wait, hold that thought,” he sounds both elated and nervous all of a sudden. “I have one more surprise for tonight.” He pulls a small wrapped box out of his bag and hands it to you. You look at him quizzically. “Go ahead, open it!” He’s so excited that if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging. You removed the wrapping paper to find a black velvet ring box.

“Chase,” you let out in a barely audible breath, your eyes already welling with happy tears. With unsteady hands you pry open the hinged box to reveal a conservative sized diamond ring. You drop the box into your lap and throw your arms around Chase. “Yes, yes— a million times yes, baby!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t get you anything bigger right now, it’s just a promise ring but I didn’t wanna wait any longer trying to save up, I figured tonight would be the perfect night to ask you.”

“ It’s beautiful, Chase, I love it!” You retrieve the box from your lap to admire the dainty melee diamonds that surround a slightly larger Marquise cut diamond in the center.

“Here, let me put it on you,” he gently takes the box from your hand, removes the ring and begins sliding it on the ring finger of your left hand. “A promise solidifies the bond between two people and with this promise ring, I vow to honor that bond forever. This ring is a symbol of my love for you and my promise to marry you… after College graduation,” he adds with a laugh.

“Oh we’re playing that game again?” You return his laughter.

“It will be worth the wait, just like it was this time, promise.”

#chase Hudson #huddy #lil huddy #chase hudson fanfic #chase hudson x reader #chase Hudson smut #huddy x reader #huddy fanfic #huddy smut

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 40 (part two)

Author’s note: TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of eating disorder, suicidal ideations, animal cruelty and sexual assault.

Forgive me for any typos. I am really tired!

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Chapter 40

The writing on the wall (part two)

“When we graduated from the Academy,” Annabel continued her story, “Effie was dead-set on becoming a licensed architect. For years, that’s all she ever talked about. But her father contacted my father. Asked if he could pull a few strings. Recommend his daughter for an escort position. An outline district would be absolutely fine. And then they gave her the good news like a sort of … early birthday present. One she could not return without breaking their hearts.

I had no idea what I wanted. Most of the time I just longed back to our Academy days. Those years remain some of the happiest of my life. Before I met June. It was Effie and I against the world. I even got smitten for the first time. A girl in our year with wild, curly, jet black hair. And the school, while strict, was also my ticket out of Cordelia’s little kingdom, or so I thought.

All the Snow children were homeschooled. Like most of the prominent ultra-rich families. Especially the daughters, destined for marriage rather than higher studies. But my father was adamant. His girls wouldn’t sit and wait until someone proposed. We would get a proper, thorough tuition first and embark on a fine career of some sort. So, first the Academy – then the University, just like he once did.

Pallas and Apollo’s Academy were boarding schools back then. ‘Give them to us young and they are ours forever’ was the motto. So even though I’d still see Cordelia during each Games, I’d only ever leave the school’s stone walls for the occasional holiday. With me tucked away, I thought, some other girl would take my place and I’d fade from Cordelia’s memory.

After graduation I moved back home again. All of us children were expected to stay at the Flickermansion until we were properly married off.

Father was present and he wasn’t. He outsourced everything. Nannies to dress us, chefs to feed us, housekeepers to clean up our mess. I think I joined The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble – father’s house band, playing the trumpet because then at least I’d see him and not through a television screen.

He wasn’t a bad father. He loved us deeply. He just didn’t really have time to have five daughters. Especially after mother died. I believe he always tried to do what was best for us. But how can you really know what that is when you hardly ever see each other? Especially in a society that teaches you to push down every bad feeling that arises.

I had been home for just a couple of weeks when father summoned me to his office. Said he had some great news. I was betrothed.

‘Clearly you’ve made a good impression’, he said. ‘Cordelia asked for you herself. Her parents have blessed it. A fall wedding. How would you like that?”

I always knew I’d be married off eventually. To the daughter of a coal mining tycoon or maybe an award-winning up-and-coming director like Cressida. A match viewed as mutually beneficial for both families. But unlike many parents in the Capitol my father, our father, promised the five of us that we’d all have a say in who we got engaged to. He’d never sentence us to a forced marriage.

But in these matters he had no choice. And we both knew it. You didn’t say no to Snow.

‘This is the best thing that could’ve happened, Bee,” he said. ‘We couldn’t have hoped for a better match. The merging of the families … We’ll be related to the most powerful man in Panem.’

What he didn’t say, not in so many words, were the dangers of declining such a generous offer. If I so much as hesitated it would be questions. My wavering could set a ball rolling that we had no means to control.

After that, I was to spend all my Saturdays with Cordelia. At the mansion, closely chaperoned of course. All while the Snows and the Flickermans made arrangements for our three day wedding.”

She wet her lips, a vacant look in her eyes much like Effie when she shared a painful memory.

“I could never quite tell if she really was gay like me or just wanted something soft and submissive to use at her own fancy. Like the animals. Either way, I knew that once we were married she could beat me and enjoy me as she pleased and there was nothing I could do about it. Not without risking my family.

I didn’t know it then but looking back, I was clinically depressed by that point. Save those mandatory Saturdays I isolated myself from everyone, even Effie. Kept to the Flickermansion as much as possible. I’d counted calories on and off for years but it wasn’t until my engagement that the habit really escalated. Triggered an addition of sorts. I could control little else in my life but I could control what I ate. Or didn’t ate.

Weight loss is glorified in the Capitol. Praised no matter how you achieved it. People want to know your secret. Calls you morphling chic. But for me, it was never really about being thinner or looking a certain way. I doubt it ever really is, at the core if you have this disease.

First I thought I had control over it. This ‘weight journey’ of mine in lack of a better word. But once I reached my goal I started negotiate and bargain the finish line, pushed it further and further ahead. Because it was never really about the weight.

It was a system I built up, to protect myself from anxiety. To manage my feelings. It would just be me and anorexia sitting in a room and then it wouldn’t matter that I was alone and unhappy, facing a future I dreaded.

I had a hard time showing up for meals. To eat in front of people in general. I felt like everyone was watching me but if I missed too many dinners my sisters would ask questions.

So it became this destructive cycle of starving myself and then binge-eat as a response which triggered panic attacks so strong I went and drank Evermore drops to make myself vomit, only to tumble into a pit of self-loathing for wasting good food and so I was right back to not eating again.

And then there were still my Saturdays with Cordelia. For someone who apparently ‘asked for me herself’ she couldn’t care less about the wedding plans being made over our heads. We never really talked about it, but she spent more and more time with the animals and during the last weeks of her life she practically lived in the Asphodel Meadow.

It was really just another room, with the same twenty-foot-high walls but it had a force field, mimicking an open green plain, distant mountains and the wide blue sky.

Cordelia owned only one animal bigger than herself. A pony. I called her Boo for short and she was the fairest, mildest, most sweet-muzzled creature you ever saw. A cream colored, freckled Connemara who loved sugar. I always made sure to bring a few cubes in my dress pocket in the hopes that I might slip her some.

The Asphodel Meadow was an equestrian centre laid out with horse jumping obstacles and this is where she lived. Boo. I never got to ride her myself but I braided her mane, groomed her, cleaned her hooves. Minor things that bored Cordelia.

She was a fine rider. Had been on horseback since she was a toddler. She was supposed to always wear a helmet and never ride bareback but she hardly ever followed those rules.

One morning when I got there she was in a foul mood. I never did learn why but she took Boo out before she was saddled and ready. Didn’t care what anyone else had to say. Just grabbed the whip and swung herself onto the horse’s back.

I’d seen her hurt Boo before but never like that. She was livid. The people who worked the stable tried to rein her in but Cordelia ignored their every attempt. Furious, her and Boo soared over the jumping obstacles and either you got out of her way or you got run down.

Then something happened with the force field. To this day I don’t know what it was. If somewhere a fuse had blown or there was a power cut or someone simply turned it off but there was a sharp zapping sound and in an instant the Mind Flight was gone. Nothing left but the real ceiling, the high walls with no doors unlocked but the ones leading you back into the depths of the mansion.

The reaction from Cordelia was instantaneous. She shrieked with fury and slammed the whip down, harder and harder. Yelled at Boo to go faster. Punished her, I think, for everything wrong in her life. Whipped her bloody until I screamed at her to stop.

Finally crazed with pain and terror the horse bolted. The servants could not control her. Neither could Cordelia. She shouted at the mare but the animal was beyond reach. All the girl could do was drop the whip and clutch on to Boo’s mane. Grip her with her knees. She couldn’t even throw herself off at such sped without breaking bones, without being trampled.

Panicked, I watched it play out. Frozen like the first time she kissed me. And then Boo crashed into the vertical poles of a nearby obstacle. Cordelia flew forward and slammed into the ground, head-first.

The room was in an uproar. People running wild. Some for Boo, most of them for the young woman. All I did was stare at one of her boots, twitching with what little life still left in her. She’d broken her neck. By the time the doctor arrived she was already gone.

The next few days were a haze. I was in shock. Numb. Scared too. Scared over what might happen to my family. I know father called for an emergency meeting. A meeting we children had no part of, of course. It wasn’t hard to guess what the topic was. ‘What we will do if miss Cordelia’s death is blamed on Annabel’. As if any words or actions on our part would make the slightest difference if Snow decided to rain his fury down on us.

In the end, Cordelia’s fate was ruled a tragic accident. Capitol News made a glorious tribute about president Snow’s oldest daughter. ‘The free spirit and lover of animals. A fine rider heading toward a brilliant future when taken to young.’

I never forgot Snow’s face at the funeral. Hard-lined. Unsmiling. A white rose in his lapel. Very controlled and yet I couldn’t escape the feeling that on the inside he was dancing. Because a problem of his had been solved in an unexpected yet welcomed way. A bad leaf snipped off of an otherwise glorious rose.

And I lay awake at night wondering if I was much better. Wondered during those bleak, dark, sleepless hours if the real reason I did nothing when Cordelia died was because a part of me wanted her dead, wanted to be rid off her.

What kind of person was I for being more upset about Boo having to be put down than I was a dead girl. A girl probably feeling just as trapped and caged as I was, only more. If I could wave a wand and bring her back to life, would I? Would I really?

Not a week after the funeral, the citizens of the Capitol had already gotten on with their lives.

Not me.

I hadn’t seen Effie in ages. Hardly ever returned her calls. So when we finally did meet up at her place she noticed how much I’d changed physically, unlike my family who saw me every day. And I could pretend in front of my father and my sisters but not Effie. In the end, I told her everything.

About Cordelia. About my anxiety attacks. That I didn’t know how to eat normally anymore and that the only thing I could hope to achieve with my pathetic little existence was help continue Snow’s Games through my father’s name. All the things I never told a living soul. I could see how concerned she got. ‘I think we should talk to your father’, she said but I made her swear not to tell anyone. Not ever!

I already regretted opening up. Effie wanted to meet up again after that but I dodged her suggestions of when and where.

A week of this and my father took me aside again. Only this time, he came to me. For ten dreadful seconds I feared he’d announce another marriage candidate but that wasn’t it at all.

Effie Trinket had come to see him. Told him she was worried. Deeply worried. About me. That I seemed depressed. That I wasn’t eating.

I’ve never felt so betrayed. So deceived. I trusted her with my secrets and my darkness and she fed me to the wolves. The only real friend I thought I had in the Capitol.

So then our house doctor paid us a visit, I got my diagnosis and from that moment on everything changed.

Anorexia is a symptom of a larger problem but people thing the problem lies with the food. If only you start eating again you’ll be healthy and happy. So why aren’t you eating? Just eat!

So I started hiding my behavior – the sick ways in which I ate and it infected every ritual, every habit, surrounding food. Even with eyes on me, I hid parts of my meal in the napkin, smeared the gravy out across my plate, found ways to get my hands on Evermores and burned the bloody tissues in the open fireplace.

With each broken rule the grip on me grew tighter and tighter. My going to the dining hall was now mandatory. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, closely supervised by nurses employed by my father. And their obsessive-compulsive counting of calories only fed the existing problem, like petrol on a fire. I couldn’t use the bathroom without someone standing outside the door. They locked me in at night with guards at the door. Put bars on the windows so I couldn’t escape for a nocturnal run around the garden.

Ten days of this and I snapped. Completely. Called Effie. Screamed at her until my voice gave out. Told her I never wanted to see her again. That I’d never forgive her for doing this to me.

With Effie cut from my life, everything got even more unbearable. A month went by. Two. I was literally a prisoner at my father’s mansion. Like Cordelia. I don’t think my family trusted me outside those walls and they were right. There must have been questions about my empty chair in the house band but I guess father came up with an acceptable excuse. A secret passion project perhaps.

Finally, the hospital had to get involved. I was literally wasting away before my family’s eyes. Way beyond what even the Capitol considered attractive and still losing pound after pound.

This was the last resort. Executed in the biggest of secrecy. Father wanted as little bad publicity about me as possible after what happened with Cordelia. To protect me in his own way. I didn’t put up a fight. Was nothing I could do. Either I checked myself in to their psych ward voluntarily or I’d be committed against my will just the same.

My father never called. Never visited. Neither did my sisters. Looking back I believe they trusted that I was in good hands. That interfering would only hinder my progress. But at the time I felt nothing but utter and complete abandonment. That the outside world had finally forgotten me and wasn’t that what I always wanted?

Days passed. Weeks. Medicines. Therapy. Enteral nutrition pumped into my body. We were eight patients at my ward. Eight pale little ghosts floating around. Nurses and the occasional doctor filled the halls at all time. I didn’t care what they did to me. Didn’t care about anything anymore. Well, not quite. I was waiting. For my first day pass. One day outside those walls. Just an hour would do. So I could slip some garden rocks into my coat pockets and walk straight out into the River Theseus.

So outwardly, I co-operated. Did what they asked. Told them what they wanted to hear. But inside, I’d withdrawn so far into my numb little shell I might as well already be dead. The only thing that got me going during those first few weeks was visualizing the quiet, deep river. Over and over again.

But then, there came a letter. First and only time I ever got one at the ward. And I didn’t have to turn it over to know who sent it. I’d recognize that careful handwriting anywhere. The nurse who first brought it to me, stood with me as I read. Hours after I’d mustered up enough courage to do so.

Sweet Effie. It was as if all of my dark thoughts had somehow lit a beacon. A beacon so large she was able to see the smoke rising into the sky all the way from her apartment.

The nurses got a call through to her for me and an hour later she arrived in the little room for family and friends.

One look at her was all it took. Even after everything I said during that awful phone call months ago, her blue eyes held nothing but love and I completely fell apart. Her arms encircled me and I cried. More than cried. Wailed. Like a child sitting at the bottom of a well with no way to get up.

She helped me to the couch so my knees wouldn’t give out. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t even get any words out. Words of forgiveness, most of all. But I didn’t have to. She understood anyway. And she just held me. Caressed my back, my hair with quiet soothing sounds. Like I were a baby in her arms. She stayed with me for as long as she was allowed to. When they came to take me away and I started trembling she squeezed my hands and said, ‘Tomorrow.’

A fresh wave of pain filled Annabel’s eyes, but not for the reason Haymitch imagined.

“I didn’t know it then,” she said, “but she was already pregnant by that point. I was still on the inside when she gave birth to her boy, months later. We’ve never really talked about it since but I wonder sometimes. If I hadn’t ended our friendship when I did, right in the middle of her tender first time as escort in the Games … If I never said the things I did, would she have come to me instead of going to that party.”

“Not your fault,” said Haymitch. “Effie would never blame you. You want a culprit, that’s Kane.” And, with a heat behind it that made the hairs on his arms stand: “Sexual assault. That’s what it was. Doesn’t matter if he didn’t literally force himself onto her, it’s still fucking rape!”

He’d given it a lot of thought ever since Effie first told him and the more he did, the more he felt he wouldn’t mind jamming his knife into the man a couple of times. If they ever saw each other face to face.

Lucky for him he’s rotting in jail.

“I haven’t been there for Effie the way I should,” Annabel said, with a pain behind the words that he knew all too well. “It’s one of my deepest regrets. That I didn’t pay better attention. Listened to the things she wasn’t saying. The way you do. The way she did with me. I wish I’d spent more time with her. Especially after the war and my father’s trial. Instead I fled to District 11 every chance I got, first as a volunteer worker and then living here part-time.”

She drew a deep breath.

“But I am here now. She saved my life. She knew I didn’t want help. Knew I’d hate her for interfering . Knew I had the means to turn the Capitol against her if I wanted to. And she was fine with that. Fine with all of it. Because I would be alive to do it … Takes a pretty remarkable person,” she said, “to make a sacrifice like that.”

Haymitch nodded.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been through hell,” Annabel said. ”I know that. Worse than any of us can possibly imagine. I just told you all this because I want you to know I understand. What it’s like when the people you love most goes behind your back. Tries to make you do something you don’t want to do. She did the same to me.

But it wasn’t betrayal. It was love. She carried me on her back when I couldn’t go any further. Helped me get the help I needed to help myself.

And now she does the same to you. Carries you on her back. Carries Amy and Ian too. And she's strong, without a doubt. Stronger than most. But she's not made out of titanium. She won’t manage it forever. No one can.

Now, I’m not telling you to check yourself into a rehab facility. Maybe you can’t. And if you can’t you can’t. But if you want to do something for me, then I beg of you from the bottom of my heart: Don’t break her just because you cannot live without her.”

Author's note: Special thank you to my sweet, dear friend Sara for sharing her experiences of eating disorders with me to help with this chapter. She and Annabel are not the same person and they don’t share the same backstory but the things I got right about anorexia is 100 % thanks to Sara!

Also, as you might have noticed I've made a slight change in past chapters concerning Haymitch sleeping with other Capitol women when drunk.

In my defence, I included that headcanon in 2015 so it's been a minute but lately I've thought to myself: "Oh come on! Effie would NEVER let Haymitch do that when he's drunk and isn't thinking straight! Especially after what happened between her and Kane."

So I went and changed it soo that poor/lucky Haymitch only got to sleep with two women he really cared about.

#hayffie #the hunger games renaissance #haymitch x effie #caesar flickerman #the hunger games #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #my fanfiction

[secondgenerationnerd]

Mother’s Day

Enjoy ☺️

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When Omega told their parents they had a surprise for Mother’s Day, none of them knew what to expect. Unpredictability being their children’s specialty, they are just as likely to walk into a screaming match as a dance party. But they trust them. They expect a brunch or party or even a supposedly friendly competition for best mother—undoubtedly leading to a fist fight.

What they don’t expect is home movies in the Manor’s viewing room. The teenagers had stocked up on their mothers favorite snacks and drinks, along with some gifts. The best one, though, is the memories filling the screen.

Two-year-old Jon Kent running around in Superman onesie, a red blanket tied around his neck. Five-year-old Lian headbanging in the kitchen with her parents. Four-year-old Milagro shrieking as Nine-year-old Jaime chases her through sprinklers. Eleven-year-old Damian’s soft look at his baby sister, whose giggles at his scowl, telling Selina that Helena wasn’t afraid of him. Six-year-old Jai and Irey delivering at TED talk about why dessert should be before dinner.

“Alright, who’s next?” Tim asks, with Helena, now five, hanging off his back.

“I am, Uncle Timmy.” Mar’i calls, settling back beside her father, “I sent you the video.”

Omega keeps chattering among themselves, ignoring the looks their parents send their ways. What on earth are these children up to?

Suddenly a warm laugh fills the room. For a second, they think it’s the resident princess, but the voice that follows isn’t hers. “Irt’cla, Bumgorf!”

On the screen, Queen Koriand’r appears on camera. From the bottles and makeup in view, she must have it set up on her vanity. Their breath catches as a little girl flies over. They know those dark curls, mischievous impossible green eyes, and bright smile, a near-perfect miniature of her mother. Their Mar’i, so much younger than they had ever seen, with an odd stuffed doll in her arms.

While they are undeniably speaking Tamaranean, someone had added English subtitles.

“Alright, my Star, how are we doing your hair?”

“Like yours, Mommy.” Little Mar’i looks up, almost questioning if that’s allowed. A gentle hand smoothes a stray curl back.

“I would be honored to match the birthday girl.” Kor’i teases, reaching for a spray bottle, “How old are you today?”

Brow furrowing, Mar’i holds up four tiny fingers. Kor’i gently pulls her thumb free, kissing her head, “Silly Star. You’re five today.”

“Oh….How old is Daddy now?”

Such a simple question shouldn’t feel like a gut punch. Kor’i’s brows furrow, just like her daughter, as she says, “He’d be about 29, almost 30.”

“Is that old for humans?”

There’s that laugh again. God, how long has it been since Dick heard it? Braiding the front section of curls, Kor’i shakes her head, “Hardly, though some think it is.”

“Like Uncle Roy? Or Uncle Wally?”

“They thought that about other people,” Kor’i says, not bothering to hide her smile, “You know Uncle Roy has a little girl, about a year older than you.”

“Lian…would we be friends?”

“Oh Star, you two would save the world or destroy it. Especially if you met Uncle Wally’s children.” A snort from Lian and the twins confirms that.

“Is Daddy like that? With Uncle Roy and Uncle Wally?”

“Oh, absolutely, but he has a very special talent,” Kor’i muses, “He has such a sweet face, no one could believe he was a troublemaker.”

“Like me!” Mar’i says. With a pang, so many notice how she smiles like her father. Kor’i pins part of her hair as she nods, laughing again. “Daddy can’t fly like us, but he a….a…aco-bat.”

“That’s right, Star, an acrobat.” Kor’i gently combs another section, “You have a lot of Daddy questions today, huh?”

Little Mar’i nods. Present day Mar’i rests her head on her father’s shoulder. Kor’i scoops more cream into her hands, smoothing flyaways in the braid, “Remind me what Daddy’s name is?”

“Richard Grayson.” Little Mar’i says it slowly, like the words don’t quite fit in her mouth, “Everyone calls him Dick.”

“That’s right, sweet girl. Dick Grayson is your daddy. So, if we were on earth, your name would be….?”

“Mar’i Grayson.”

Kor’i holds a hand to her heart, pretending to be emotional, “Such a smart star I have. How’d you get that way?”

“K’norfka.” Little Mar’i squeals as her mother tickles her neck. The sweet scene makes their hearts ache. This was Mar’i’s childhood. Granted, she’d told them about the princess lessons and training to control her powers. But she had this too—a mother taking time from ruling to shower her affection, to tease her, to make her feel beautiful and smart and seen.

“If you’re so smart,” Kor’i teases as she stops the tickles, “Can you tell me why Daddy is on Earth?”

Dick tenses in his seat, no doubt scared of the little girl’s answer. The adults all had some vague details, but they all know letting Kor’i go is one of his biggest regrets.

“Because you both didn’t know I was in your belly.” Mar’i chirps, “You kept me and didn’t tell him just yet.”

“Why would I do that?” Kor’i asks, a bit of sadness in her eyes, though she doesn’t let her daughter see.

“Because Daddy spent a long time protecting other people, he didn’t take care of himself.”

“That’s right.” Gently tilting her daughters head up, Kor’i brushes her thumb over Mar’i’s cheek, “I made that choice, baby, not him. He’s figuring things out for himself. But don’t you think for one second you aren’t wanted or loved.”

“I know. You and K’norfka tell me all the time.”

“Love isn’t just words. It’s action. If someone says they love you, but their actions always hurt, that’s not love.” Kor’i says, twisting her daughters hair up, “When you find people who show you their love, you hold on tight. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright.” Kor’i has her stand in the chair, hugging her from behind. “All done, my Shining Star. Ready for our power words?”

Even at five years old, Mar’i straightens up, looking at her reflection. “Ready.”

“I am Mar’i.”

“I am Mar’i.”

Kor’i smiles with pride as Mar’i repeats her. “I come from warriors, their strength and bravery is in me. I am allowed to take up space and use my voice. I have a clever mind and kind heart. I deserve love for who I am, not what I can do. I am enough for the people that matter.”

Several throats close, tears rolling down faces. Dick squeezes his daughter’s hand. She should be crying, but she just smiles softly at the screen. How many times has she watched this video? Or repeated those words to herself?

“Oh! I forgot one!” Kor’i’s eyes twinkle with mischief as Mar’i frowns. Then the little girl shrieks with laughter as she’s attacked with tickles and kisses, “You are trouble, trouble, trouble!”

Mar’i wiggles free from her mother’s grasp. As she flies off screen, still giggling, Kor’i reaches for the screen. Softly, like she’s mostly talking to herself, Kor’i says, “Oh, my Silly Star. I named you perfectly.”

The video ends, Kor’i’s smiling face frozen on the screen. It’s quiet for a moment. Then Lian’s voice rings out, “Omega, all in favor of previewing Mar’i’s shit moving forward?”

“Aye.” Comes from the other six members, including Mar’i’s boyfriend.

“Motion passed—“

“On what grounds!” Mar’i scoffs. Lian gives her friend an incredulous look.

“You should be crying your eyes out. Yet you’re not. So you obviously watched this video multiple times in preparation. Like the sadist you are.”

“Mmmm in this context wouldn’t masochist—“

“Knowing you? You’re both, princess. But,” Lian gestures to the screen, “Not hard to see where you get the confidence from.”

“That’s still not grounds to pass a vote—“

“Get one person to agree with you, we will drop the vote.”

A wicked grin spreads across Mar’i’s face, “Oh, Jonny—“

Omega whips around at the youngest Super. Pointing a finger at him, looking eerily like her mother, Irey hisses, “Jonathan, If you can’t be strong, be silent.”

Normally Jon would not respond. However the look he gets reminds them of who’s son he is. Leaning forward in his chair, he says, “You wanna check that tone, Iris?”

“You wanna check these hands—“

“Easy, sweetheart,” Linda puts a hand on her daughters shoulder, “Let’s get one day without a fist fight.”

“Or heat vision.” Lois agrees, shooting her son a look.

“Really any explosions, fires, fighting, random stabbing,” Bianca nods. Her children had, smartly, stayed quiet.

“Or pickpocketing, Helena Claire.” Selina calls. Huffing, the little girl starts handing her brothers their stuff back. “Now! Who’s next?”

#mar'i grayson #irey west #damian wayne #lian harper #jai west #milagro reyes #jon kent #colin wilkes #koriand’r #mothers day #dick grayson

[lady-thorn]

A dragon’s match

It took me a while, but I didn’t forget my promise, and hope you guys enjoy it. This is a prequel, if you wish, about the day Aemond’s family decided to play matchmakers. As usual, unedited. No smut, but fluff.

*** 

It looked like years had passed since the last time King Viserys Targaryen had left his chambers to watch the children in the training yard. 

Weeks, was the correct response, but to a man rotting from the inside out, discharge leaking from any cut and puncture, every second felt like a lifetime. His wife, Queen Alicent, tried to cheer him up, and did everything she could to take care of him and make his life easier, though there wasn’t much to be done — he was going to suffer that illness for the rest of his life, Maester Mellos, had warned years ago. Each breath was a source of agony, each day a reminder that he was already dead inside. 

Viserys looked much older than his real age, and watching Ser Harrold and Ser Criston train Aegon and Aemond, he wondered if his grandfather, King Jaehaerys, had felt as close to death by the end of his reign as Viserys himself did. He didn’t know why his lungs and heart didn’t stop working; every day he closed his eyes to sleep thinking on whether there would be a tomorrow for him. 

He couldn’t say if he was relieved to find there was. 

Something caught his attention — a wild curtain of black hair, followed closely by the usually more sedated (and, right now, not less frenetic) silver curls of his youngest daughter, Helaena. The King watched in silence as Ravella interrupted the princes’ training to make frantic questions. His head — crowned by the same silver strands he’d bequeathed all his children — tilted when he saw Aegon, looking mournful, lower his sword to the ground and touch Ravella’s shoulder, saying something that was obviously apologetic. 

Viserys hadn’t known his eldest boy had it in him to offer comfort. Every time he blinked, it seemed to him that Aegon was drunk, up to some mischief. 

His surprise increased when Aemond came to stand to Ravella’s left, his right arm circling her shoulders — that son of his had a sensitive soul; he was the one more prone to offer comfort… only, he and Ravella spent their days arguing. He said something to her, she nodded, then both he and Aegon took off, disappearing from view. He couldn’t find his sons, though he saw Helaena and Ravella run away, in the direction of the godswood. 

From his position, the King followed the girls, hurrying through corridors with the support of a cane. All the servants he crossed paths with bowed in deference, then took off in a hurry, as if the Stranger himself were stalking them — or a dragon, he thought with a dry chuckle. 

In silence, he thought of the conversation he had with Alicent some days before, during the banquet to celebrate Helaena and Aegon’s wedding. His wife was adamant Aemond and Ravella carried a torch for each other, and while Viserys wasn’t sure of it, he admitted she knew them better than he did. The quality of his parenting had declined as had his health. 

Depending on what happened next, he’d grant Alicent’s request and push his son and ward together. They’d have to be patient, because those two truly enjoyed their bickering. Even now, he could picture them on the dance floor, arguing while they danced, following the music with the same fervor they snapped at each other. 

Finally, he reached the verandah that gave him the best view of the godswood. Ravella and Helaena were looking in the bushes, around the trees, under the stone benches and… “Ser Willis,” Alicent was breathless from running upstairs. “Have you seen Ravella’s dog?” 

“No, Your Grace,” Ser Willis Fell answered. 

“Alicent, calm down. Take a deep breath,” Viserys took her by the hand, led her to a bench. “Be easy, or you’ll have an apoplexy.” She obeyed, taking deep, steadying breaths. “What’s wrong?” he asked when her breathing got easier. 

“Ravella’s dog has gone missing. She’s been looking for hours.” 

That explained Aegon and Aemond offering her comfort. Viserys knew Ravella had been one of the few people to congratulate Aemond after he claimed Vhagar — the old dragon that had belonged to their ancestress Queen Visenya Targaryen — and commending him on his bravery. 

The memory of her, who seldom had pleasant things to say to Aemond, giving Aemond a brooch with Vhagar’s bust on his nameday filled the king with shame. He hadn’t congratulated Aemond, even if he, more than anyone, understood his son’s agony, comprehended fully well what had led Aemond to try his luck with the old beast. To be a Targaryen, and not a dragonrider… 

He’d also failed to protect his son. Hours before bonding with Vhagar, Aemond had been whole; a few minutes after coming off her saddle, he was injured and crippled for life. Three years, and he was still training to make up for the loss of his eyesight. 

Perhaps of his eye, Viserys thought. There were rumors Aemond had the destroyed globe removed and replaced by a gemstone. The king didn’t have the courage to ask. He was a failure as a father, didn’t believe he was entitled an answer. 

His eyes settled on Ravella’s back, and he wished she got her dog back. It was odd the way he’d bonded with the girl. To everyone else, she was Lady Whitmore, his and Alicent’s ward, brought to Court after her father’s passing. But to them… she was a part of their family. 

He thought of her dog, the furry black animal, with its shiny coat, following her everywhere. Alicent’s handmaiden had once told them she’d heard Ravella crying, and upon opening the door, finding the dog dutifully licking her tears away and trying to cheer his owner up. 

Viserys didn’t want to think of Ravella losing that dog. She loved her pet, the same way Targaryens loved their dragons. The animal, which she often carried in her arms, would give up its life for her. 

“Everyone should help find the dog!” he barked suddenly. 

Alicent nodded. “They are trying. I’ve been looking as well. Helaena is the only one not looking, and that’s because she’s elected to stay with Ravella. Where could that dog have gone?” she wondered. 

“Your Graces, look!” Ser Willis said, bracing himself against the bannister. 

Viserys helped Alicent stand so they could join the knight. They watched as Ravella sat under the shade of the weirwood, knees pressed against her chest, body wrecked by sobs while Helaena ran her fingers through her hair. Despite the distance between them, the king knew her hopes of finding the dog were dwindling. 

Only, that wasn’t what had caught Ser Willis’ attention — it was Aemond, covered from head to toes with dust, carrying something twice as dirty in his arms, and striding toward Ravella. Helaena heard his approaching steps, glanced up, then patted Ravella on the shoulder. As one, the girls scrambled to their knees, watching, breathless, as Aemond closed the distance between them. 

He stayed about a foot away from Ravella, holding his arms out. The dusty thing he held moved… and barked, excited, wiggling its tail. Viserys threw his head back to laugh, the sound of Ravella’s scream of joy piercing the air. Next to him, Alicent was bouncing on her feet, all but prancing; she held him by the waist, resting her head against his upper arm. To his right, Ser Willis had a small smile on his lips. 

“Why is Aemond covered in dust and spiderwebs?” Alicent asked, still laughing. 

“He must’ve found the dog in the secret passages,” he guessed, heart twisting when he saw Helaena run into Aemond’s arms, as excited as her friend. Aegon, as dirty as Aemond, soon joined them. 

Viserys studied the children. Helaena and Aegon were married, a match arranged by Alicent. She’d told him it was Valyrian tradition — one she found disgusting —, though he knew the truth: Alicent didn’t want Helaena to marry Jacaerys, Viserys’ grandson, on account of his illegitimacy. He didn’t argue with her wanting the best for their daughter, but knowing she didn’t consider the future king of the Seven Kingdoms good enough grated him. Besides, he considered Aemond was a much better fit for Helaena; he was calm and composed, wouldn’t press his sister. 

But now… Viserys inclined his head, squinting to better see: Ravella, still holding the dog against her chest, took two steps forward and spoke. Then, with a deep smile on her face, one that illuminated the godswood and lit up the entire world, she stood on her tiptoes and gave Aemond a kiss on his cheek. 

On his scarred left cheek. 

Then, still laughing, she did the same to Aegon, then took Helaena’s hand, both girls walking away while Ravella brushed most of the dust off the dog with her fingers, a gray cloud of dirt rising in the air around them. 

The silent adults weren’t the only ones watching them, Viserys noticed. Aemond, spine straight and tense, was also staring at Ravella’s back, a scowl distorting his face. But, when she disappeared inside the Keep, the glower on the young prince’s beet-red face diminished, changed until it turned into a small, discreet grin. Slowly, his spine relaxed, and he touched his fingers to his cheek, where the warmth of Ravella’s kiss still had to be imprinted. 

Viserys looked at Alicent. “If it is to Ravella and Aemond’s taste, I won’t argue.” 

“Really?” tears welled up in her eyes. 

“Really,” he smiled and kissed her forehead. “I want them to be happy. If you think they’ll be happier together, then you must be right. But they must agree to the match, Alicent.” 

“It might take a while,” she frowned. 

“It doesn’t matter if it takes years. We’ve promised Ravella that she will have the final say on the matter. It’s important Aemond does, too.” 

She nodded. “I agree, Viserys. What if someone asks for her hand before Aemond does?” 

“Reject the proposal.” 

“Don’t you mind?” 

“I want my son to have the advantage,” he grinned. The truth was, the more he thought of that match, the more he liked it. It was perfect — Ravella was like a daughter to them, and if she married Aemond, she’d be a part of their family. Alicent adored the girl, and trusted her to make her favorite child happy. Helaena would have a sister of a close age. 

All in all, it was much better than perfect. 

*** 

Weeks later, Viserys and Alicent joined the children on a picnic on the beach. Aemond and Aegon were racing in the sky — Sunfyre was winning, because he was younger and lighter than Vhagar — while Dreamfyre merrily soared between the clouds, riding the air currents. 

His younger daughter was pregnant with her first child, and Ravella had planned the picnic to commemorate. Not only that, but she’d worked with Aemond to make it happen. 

“Won’t you fly?” he asked Helaena. 

“My stomach’s too upset for that. I’ll wait a while,” she said, but took the twig Ravella handed her, and threw it as far as possible so Ravella’s dog could fetch it. 

It was impossible not to laugh at the sight of the small dog running after the small piece of wood, barking out loud in excitement. 

In a blink, the dog was back, offering the stick up to Ravella. She threw it in the opposite direction, and again, the furry animal took off. 

When she raised her gaze to them, her smile froze. “Your Graces?” 

Viserys said nothing, but Alicent turned ashen-faced. Ravella frowned, looking down… her eyes widened at the sudden darkness. Slowly, she turned around until she was facing Vhagar. Aemond’s dragon had landed in silence behind her. Viserys saw his son on the saddle, adjusting his body to watch. 

Ravella gathered her skirts and took a step to the right. Vhagar’s head moved, slowly, and rested on the sand, intercepting her. 

She went left, and Vhagar followed, intent. 

“She wants a hug,” Viserys called out. 

“Viserys!” Alicent said, though her voice was choked. 

“She won’t leave you alone,” he said, all but shouting, “Think of her as a really big dog.” 

Ravella glanced back and nodded. Then, she raised her hand and laid it on Vhagar’s scales. The dragon let out a loud, huge grumble that echoed in the distance. It grew and grew until it became a delighted hoar. Holding the reins, Aemond watched, transfixed, a silly, albeit confused, smile on his face. 

At that moment, Viserys Targaryen knew that, someday, Ravella would conquer Vhagar’s one-eyed, scarred rider as well. Dragons know the souls of their riders, he thought. They had but to wait.

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen #ravella #aemond fluff #the dragon's butterfly

[insertpoetryhere]

Losing Dogs (Part 1)

(See look I haven’t forgotten about the DILF AU)

Maybe Yuuichi should have realized something was wrong when the girl he’d gone too far with at a party suddenly was enrolled to study abroad in Switzerland. Maybe something in his fourteen year old mind should have clicked, connected these dots earlier.

She was gone nine months before having her friends pass him a note, asking to meet up at a park to talk. Something about nine months should have told him everything he needed to know.

He was embarrassed to say that he didn’t even realize what was happening as she wordlessly handed him a carseat and a diaper bag. But as he was sitting on a park bench, looking miserable as every old couple walking by stopped to coo at the little blue lump fast asleep in the car seat.

This was his son.

He knew full well he couldn’t leave him there at the park. He wasn’t heartless. But he couldn’t take him home. There were other options. He could take him to the police station, claim he had found him and didn’t know who his parents were. He could leave him at a fire station, surrendering him no questions asked. But none of these ideas came to him fast enough,

Instead he called a cab, taking the unnamed baby to the Ootori’s second house. Technically, it was the first house. But it was smaller and his father insisted it wasn’t as nice as the main estate so they rarely used it. Yuuichi could remember coming here often as a young child, back when his great grandmother Kyoko used to teach him traditional Okinawan songs and play little games with him.

The staff was gone, not due to arrive to tidy the place up for any guests for a few more weeks. Yuuichi knew where the key to the staff entrance was hidden.

It was a good place to hide.

That's where he was sitting, holding his son with uncertainty. He didn’t look very old, the math suggesting that he can’t be over a month in age. But Yuuichi was too young to remember what Akito and Fuyumi looked like when they were born, he had no frame of reference for how big a baby should be.

What he did know is that his son hadn’t yet outgrown that pudgy, squishy look that newborns had. The kind of quality that he had always thought made babies on TV look like aliens. But on this baby it was… different. In fact, he would go as far as to say he liked it.

Maybe fatherhood wouldn’t be too bad. His baby seemed mild mannered enough, sleeping peacefully in his arms, only twitching his little fingers once in a while. He was still dressed in a white hospital onesie, making Yuuichi believe that he couldn’t be more than a few days old. In fact, for all he knew he could have been born this morning and handed to him right out of the gate. Highly unlikely in hindsight, but completely probable to his scrambled teenage brain.

As the hours passed, the sun set, and the rain started. It wasn’t smart, but Yuuichi was growing used to the weight of the baby in his arms. In fact, he was fond of him. He didn’t think he was fully in love with him yet, though he really ought to have been. But he smelled like powder, and his heartbeat was calming. Yuuichi had never really thought about having children too much. He knew as the eldest son he would be expected to have an heir of his own, but that was always something that felt so far away.

This was now.

His son opened his eyes, just enough for Yuuichi to see the steel gray of the irises, a color that matched his own perfectly.

That’s when he started to cry. He held the boy tightly to his chest, one hand feeling the light fuzz of black hair on his son’s still soft head. He could hear the baby’s soft, raspy breaths in his ears as he let the tears fall against the scratchy blue hospital blanket he was swaddled in. Yuuichi was a child, in every sense of the word. And now he had a son who with just one look had suddenly grabbed him by his still-small shoulders and drowned him in love and so much fear.

He mourned for his own child as he realized there was no way he could peacefully part with his son now.

---

He couldn’t hide forever. Frankly, he had been foolish to do so for as long as he did.

The walk back to the estate in the rain was unpleasant, but mercifully short. He was soaked to the bone, woefully unprepared for the storm since he hadn’t intended to be gone for so long. His father was pacing the length of the foyer, face stern with a type of worry that you had to dissect to recognize. Yuuichi made no move to announce his presence, he simply waited for his father to turn and see him.

The moment their eyes met, Yoshio’s expression changed in a way that looked like it was far beneath the skin. Mechanical and nearly impossible to notice. “Where have you been? School let out hours ago.”

Yuuichi didn’t answer. He didn’t have the words to. Yoshio softened as much as he would allow himself. He crossed the room, taking a blanket from one of the couches to drape over his shivering son.

That’s when the baby sneezed.

His father paused, a look of pure confusion as his eyes settled onto the carseat. The face he made lacked any of the small, subtle movements that his usual expressions made. This was a sudden, dramatic shift. Confusion, a quick glance at Yuuichi’s guilty eyes, and then… Well, Yuuichi could only describe it as heartbreak.

There was no point in saying what had happened. It was all right there, plain as the blanket that the baby kicked off in his fuss.

“... Are you positive?” Yoshio asked, cutting right to the point.

Yuuichi almost scoffed. Maybe he had just already made his mind up as to what he was going to do next and saw what he wanted, but the resemblance was already uncanny.

Yuuichi bit his bottom lip. “If I deny him, then he has nothing.”

Yoshio Ootori looked down at his grandson, whose fussy whines filled the tense silence. “Then he has nothing.”

“You don’t mean that.” Yuuichi said, far too boldly for someone in his position.

“I do mean that. With all my heart.” Yoshio turned nose up at Yuuichi’s child, who had begun to cry softly and fight against the confines of the carseat. “We’ll take him to a fire station. An orphanage. I don’t care, he just can’t stay here any longer-”

“You can’t do that!” Yuuichi yelled, stepping between his father and the car seat.

“Do you have any idea how this looks?” Yoshio hisses, his hand wrapping around Yuuichi’s wrist in an attempt to move him away. “We can’t afford a mistake like this!”

Yuuichi bit his bottom lip. “My son isn’t a-”

“Spare me, Yuuichi. Spare me.” Yoshio let go of his wrist, giving up on trying to move a son who was almost as tall as him. “You’ve been a father for what? A few hours? You don’t know a damn thing about what that means.”

Yuuichi was silent. He didn’t know what to say to that. Maybe part of him knew that Yoshio was trying to be a father himself in that moment, stopping his son from making what he perceived as a mistake.

“... I can care for him, you don’t need to-”

“For god’s sake, he isn't a stray dog!” Yoshio scoffed.

Yuuichi observed his father, the panic rising in his chest. He was losing. He needed to do something quickly.

“... You need my consent to do anything with him.” Yuuichi said defiantly. “And I won’t sign my rights over.”

“Then his mother-”

“She doesn’t want him! This family is all he has, if you send him away then I’ll just go back and get him.” Yuuichi insisted, his voice so loud that it turned into a shout.

Yoshio barely flinched at his son’s harsh tone. “... Yuuichi, at what age can he eat solids?”

“... What?”

“When should you expect him to start sitting up on his own?” His father continued. “How do you enroll him in school when the time comes? How often should you schedule doctor's appointments for him?”

Yuuichi’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as he realized what his father was calling him; Incompetent. And even more annoying was the fact that he was making his point well. Yuuichi didn’t know the answers to any of these questions. Instead, he stood with the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth, looking angrily at the ground and saying nothing.

Yoshio drank in his silence. “You can walk out of that door with him if you want. But you will get no help from me.”

There was a break in his fathers voice, a quality that almost made it sound like he was in pain. That’s how Yuuichi knew he was being serious.

His throat was dry as he looked back up at his father, hoping to find a sign of hesitation on his face. Instead he was met with that same, steadfast stare that he had seen so many times in the business meetings he had been allowed to sit in on.

He had to think of something quickly.

“... He’s still going to grow even if I give him up,” Yuuichi said as evenly as he could. “And when he does he will ask questions.”

Yoshio didn't respond to that immediately. Instead he furrowed his brow as his son elaborated.

“You can either let me take responsibility now,” Yuuichi continued with more confidence. “Or the Ootoris will have a lot to answer for two decades from now.”

He was finally speaking his fathers language. Yoshio pursed his lips before nodding solemnly. He took his phone out of his pocket, turning to make a short, formality-less phone call that Yuuichi could barely hear. Even after his father hung up, he kept his back turned on Yuuichi in the way he always did when he had run out of arguments or ideas.

Fast, even footsteps echoed down the hallway, ending abruptly when a young man appeared in the doorway. Yuuichi recognized him as a member of the security staff, but only because of the uniform he was wearing. The young man looked around the room almost frantically, as if he was trying to put an entire puzzle together while missing most of the pieces.

“Tachibana,” Yoshio greeted in a breathy, exasperated voice as he walked over and clapped a hand on the young man’s shoulder. He leaned in and whispered something into the man’s ear. Tachibana’s eyes widened and he looked over to Yuuichi for just a second before staring down at the ground politely. Yoshio finished whatever he was whispering, his face growing stern. “None of what you’ve seen tonight is to leave this room.”

Tachibana hesitated before walking over to the car seat on the ground. He went to pick the baby up, but the little guy was not pleased to be woken up so rudely from an otherwise peaceful nap. He fussed, then he whined, then he cried.

“Here,” Yuuichi carefully snuck his hands in between Tachibana’s and lifted the baby from his seat, holding him to his chest until his son’s breath evened out and he drifted back to sleep in a matter of seconds.

Tachibana just sat there, watching and waiting for Yuuichi to deem the boy calm enough to pass over. Yuuichi hesitated, but eventually passed the baby into Tachibana’s waiting arms. His hand rested on his son’s little chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with every stuffy-nosed breath.

“... From now on, he is your younger brother.” Yoshio said it quietly, like he was trying to make sure Yuuichi didn’t hear it. But in the tense silence, it echoed off the walls clear as day.

Yuuichi’s eyes widened. “That’s not-”

“That’s my final condition.” Yoshio said sternly. “I will not discuss it further.”

His father began to leave the room.

“Kyoya.”

Yoshio stopped. “What?”

Yuuichi took his hand off of the baby’s chest slowly, like he was fighting against some type of force trying to hold it there. “His name is Kyoya.”

His father didn’t respond. Instead, his footsteps echoed, followed by the slam of a door.

#yuuichi ootori #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #Dilf Yuuichi #can’t stress enough that the title is a joke

[ofswordandcrowns]

It is with great honor that I present (ARMAN) of HOUSE (PITHOU), the (QUEEN) of (NOK). They are (FORTY-NINE) and look a great deal like (HRITHIK ROSHAN). Their people have described them as (ELOQUENT & INTELLIGENT) but be careful, for their closest friends have disclosed that they are also known to be quite (BOASTFUL & CRITICAL).

basic info

full name — Arman Rahim Pithou (nee Petkett)

nickname - Your Majesty

age — Forty-Nine

kingdom — Nok

gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)

religion —follows the teachings of Aznas and Etia

occupation — Queen Of Nok, Mother Of The Future King

living arrangements — The Cerulean Castle

physical info

face claim — Hrithik Roshan

hair — black / eyes — brown

height — five foot & eleven inches

clothing style — silk. silk. silk. tunics, robes, cloaks - you name it, it's usually in silk. he also enjoys wearing fine jewelry, gifts from his king and many lovers.

sexual preference — true versatile - enjoys both submitting and dominating, as well as both topping and bottoming.

The oldest son of the great house of Petkett, Arman’s fate had been sealed at an early age. Like many children born in Nok, his parents had already decided on who he would wed when the time would come - the babe that had been born to King and Queen Pithou just a year prior - and they made sure to let Arman know this. Of course, as a kid, he did resent them. Why couldn’t he marry for love? Why couldn’t he marry who he wanted to marry and not who his parents wanted him to marry? It wasn’t until he began to think about it that he realized that it was a good thing. Sure, the idea of being Queen wasn’t that enticing to him - he would rather be called King, given that they were often seen as the true power in a kingdom and that Queens were seen as lesser - but the idea that his children wouldn’t just be nobles but princes? That was enough for him to shut his mouth.

And, really, he could do worse than someone like Ram Pithou. The crown prince was handsome, personable, and even if he didn't seem keen on the idea of an arranged marriage, he was always polite and cordial with Arman and while it wasn't the most romantic of ways to be matched, Arman did find himself developing feelings for the crown prince. And he knew, really, that he would actually enjoy marrying the prince and living life beside him. He even began to fantasize about their wedding day, imagining just how extravagant a royal wedding would be... when all of a sudden, plans had changed.

With Ram abdicating his throne, his younger brother becoming the heir, Arman was no longer promised to Ram but to his brother. While Arman was relieved that he would still get to be Queen, part of him was... disappointed that he wouldn't be Ram's Queen. Even still, though, with the other members of court looking at Ram with disdain for stepping away from his duties, he did what he could to ensure that Ram knew that he would always be someone he could talk to - all the while Arman married Berik and the two began to build their life together.

Several years have passed since Arman's first heartbreak, and while he may not have loved Berik when they had first married, he can wholeheartedly say that he does love him now. Behind Berik's imposing and intimidating presence is a kind heart and a gentle soul, one that Arman feels gracious enough that he had been able to see, but he would be lying if he said that there wasn't a small part of him that also fluttered at the mere mention of Ram. How could it be that even after all these years, he still harbors these feelings for the man that had once been his betrothed?

Still, Arman knows his place in court and he knows that he has fulfilled the biggest part of his duty - providing an heir to the Nokian empire - but he knows that his job isn't done. No, what he has to do next is to ensure that the next generation of Pithou's are primed and ready to ensure the success of their family line. And if, in the meantime, Arman can have his fun as well? Well, that wasn't something he'd be too upset about.

#(about arman)

[sufandomgirl]

Prompt 16 Story Part 2

"Congratulations! Welcome to the family!" Allison's sister exclaimed as she hugged Melanie. Allison smiled. Her sister had always been supportive.

Melanie hugged back. "Thank you, Sunny. I couldn't accept the ring because I'm allergic to some metals like nickel and silver. We are getting married, though." Allison nodded. Sunny raised her eyebrows.

"I didn't know that! Mom and Dad are going to be so excited!" Sunny yelled. Melanie giggled. "Mr. and Mrs. Canmel came around quicker than I was expecting."

"I think they realized that their sons weren't getting married anytime soon. They like weddings, they don't care who they're for." Allison stated. It was factual. Sunny could concur. Their oldest brother, Oliver, had been with his girlfriend, Heather, for five years and still not proposed. Christopher had never had a serious relationship with anyone and Theodore, while she couldn't confirm, Allison heavily suspected that he and his best friend, Benjamin were secretly an item. Benjamin and her used to date before she came out as bisexual and met Melanie. They'd ended things, mutually and without animosity. Sunny was 16. She had a thing for someone in her class, but would never say who.

Allison led the way and explained to her parents about the ring. Needless to say, Mr. and Mrs. Canmel were ecstatic about the news. Maybe a little surprised about her allergies, but ecstatic just the same. It was at times like this when she wished that she hadn't been banished from the pack because of her brother's stupid mate. She could only imagine how many pups they had now. She loved her new family, though and would do anything for them.

Pack Territory...

Victoria ran the brush through her midnight black hair. Never in a million years did anybody think that a she and a werewolf would be fated mates, especially her and Chuck, one of her childhood best friend--Melanie's--brothers. She wondered what Melanie was up to now. As did Chuck. Melanie had basically raised him, on account of their parents needing to give his now late twin more attention. Bree, the one who got her banished, was on her fifth pregnancy with Sol, their brother. Victoria was aware that marriage and werewolves were less entangled than with vampires. It wasn't as much of an inevitability to raise your children for in werewolf culture as it was where she was from. It was more of a procedure for humans to make sense of fated mate ties. Victoria would have to adjust to the lack of scrutiny. Today was their wedding, which was arranged after their bond was discovered. They'd had little time for romance as Victoria was catapulted into wedding planning. Without Melanie, the only females on Chuck's side were the pregnant Bree and his mother. The latter helped where she could, welcoming Victoria to the family. Truth be told, she hated having to stand by while Bree got her daughter banished and never liked her to begin with. Victoria was a sweet girl and one of Melanie's oldest friends. She'd prepared her son as much as she could for having a vampire bride/fated mate. A match such as theirs had only been made five times, including this one, throughout recorded history.

Lydia, Victoria's mother, helped her fasten her dress. She was one of the most caught off-guard by the match, other than Victoria herself. Victoria's father, Count Murk, had refused to be a part of this ceremony. She would walk herself down the aisle, so not to dishonor him further. Lydia let the bridesmaids know that she was ready and let her walk down the aisle alone. Victoria met Chuck at the altar.

Meanwhile, With Melanie...

Melanie was relieved. Allison and her family already knew about her. The ring wasn't really silver, so she felt bad. Nala, her Siren friend, was the only one from their realm that she was able to keep contact with. Obviously, Sunny would be the maid of honor for Allison, so Nala would be hers.

[angelicsky64817]

“One more story!” One of the children around Xilra begged with the well known puppy dog face that all the other children mimicked immediately.

“What? Another? Isn’t it past y’all’s bed time?” Xilra hmmm looking at where the sun was still very high in the sky no where near sunset.” Oh fine but what tale or you wishing to hear? I must say I believe I’m running dry of exciting tales.”

Or at least ones she could lie and make exciting after all tell a child the truth especially on theses stories would get her In trouble with both parents and her goddess.

“What about your family? Do you have a sibling?” A little girl asks laying on her belly kicking her legs excitedly.

“Hmm well you’ve met my family already.” Xilra hums.

“Nooo like your biological family your mom and dad?”the child argued then remembered the tale she had just told.” Didn’t you just mention a brother?”

Xilra flinched she hadn’t thought that would of been anything important that they’d recall.”well I guess we have time for one more story…” Xilra sighs she would tell them the true story. No there much to young for that but maybe this will heed them a warning to be careful with strangers.

“Come on Ra! We’re gonna miss it~” called out a blonde haired boy.” Don’t make me carry you Ra!l

“Oh shut up I’m coming! Someone just happens to be double my size.” Huffs a tuckered out small child hair pulled into braided pigtails.”mama said we shouldn’t leave the house this late..” she muttered catching up to her brother who was climbing a tree that looked into the training yard.

“What ma doesn’t know won’t kill her xilra,” Blondie rolls his eyes having settled in a branched hidden from sight:

“Ginko… she always knows she just knows… ITs like Leira tells her it’s creepy…” Xilra shudders getting to the branch her brother was on.” Exactly why do you want to watch this anyway? It’s the same thing every time?”

“Cause i Wanna do it one day.” Xilra nearly fell out of the tree at that thankfully Ginko caught her.

“I think I heard you wrong.”

“You heard me right,” ginko rolls his eye and pointed out an elf with dark hair.” See him? That’s Aust Meliamne.”

“Meliamne… isn’t that the name of the witch mom said that eats children?”

“Errr well yes but look no one’s beat him yet. It’s awesome watching him fight… I wanna be like him.”

“I thought you wanted to be a Paladin?” Xilra looked at the elf curiously he was just hitting a wooden post so it wasn’t exactly exciting.” He’s cute.”

Ginko snorted,”your 5 and already you think a guys cute. Yeah I did… but I don’t know I believe in Leira but I don’t think I believe that much… mom and dads always have to be so careful of their words.” He began fidgeting with one of the leafs.

“Duh Leira is the goddess of lies obviously they watch what they say.”Xilra claimed higher in the tree to get a better view of the training yard. She didn’t really understand stand where her brother was coming from yet it’s kinda obvious you’d have to lie if you’d serve a god of lies. “Why the watch or guard though did you actually meet them or something?”

“Well.. no…” ginko looked away sheepishly.” You know it’s starting to get late.” He lies changing the subject.

“Oh I’m sure it is.”

“Oh shh it is and we gotta get a bread for tonight anyway.” Ginko cringed he knew he’d forgotten something.

As they climbed down from the tree several eyes begun watching them.

Ginko helped his sister to the ground from the tree and they headed to the closing market in a rush,” any bread?” He asks out of breath matching the baker before they locked for the night.

Xilra was lying on ground behind ginko gasping for air from running the entire way. “ little legs can’t keep up with big legs.” she wheezes dramatically,” I see the light!”

The baker just looked at the two like they grew two heads,” what on earth are you to still doing out it’s dark out. Don’t you know nights when children going missin.” They scolded them. “ I don’t have any more loafs those are gone by evening kid.” The baker thought for a moment and sighed going into the shop and getting two rolls for them.” Now get home don’t think I won’t tell yer mother!”

Ginko paled if there was ever a threat to use that was one. If his mum found out he’d be grounded for well forever. “Yes ma’am headed straight home.”

Xilra finally got off the ground rolled her eyes,” thanks ma’am! Come on Ginko.”

And home they went. Once they got to the front door though it was unlocked.

Ginko frowned that’s weird he could a sworn he’d locked it. Xilra didn’t think about it and rushed past her brother thinking their parents got home.” Xilra wait!” But it was to late as soon as the door opened they’d been grabbed by several hands. Before they could even scream something on a cloth knocked them out cold.

-:-:-::-:-:-:

“Sela I’m going check on them I’m sure their okay worse case they start a fire. We used be left alone to.” Emmet responds rolling his eyes. His sister had just messaged him to check on the kids when he passed through the town. He feels she’s just paranoid. Ginko is 12ish years old he doubted theyed be in trouble this quickly maybe high on sugar but actually it trouble well he doubted. That being said… he himself got a bad feeling now. “Dammit Sela now you got me paranoid…”

Emmet before heading to the house checked a few spots they might be in the middle of the day it would be odd for them to stay in especially on such beautiful afternoon.

Finally he heads toward the home when he notices a horrible smog of smoke.” Shit I was joking they better not of started a fire.” He pulled out a handkerchief and held over his mouth going through the smoke.” Cameilla Lazuli!”

No response.

“Cameilla Lazuli! This isn’t funny!”

Silence.

Now Emmet was worried.

He’d finally found his way through the smoke to the chard house. “Cameilla Lazuli!… where the hell are those two…”

Suddenly he was pounced from behind.

“Grrrrr.”

Emmet flipped the creature and then glared.” Kali down!”

‘Kali’ at hearing her name jumped off Emmet and barked happily one of her humans. Kali is border collie with a pretty black and white coat at least she normally is. Currently she’s covered in blood and ash. She growled again grabbing emmets arm in an attempt to drag him where she wanted.

“Calm girl calm I’m coming you know where the kids are?” Emmet says getting up removing Kali from his arm.

Kali whined and started digging in a pile of rubbish. She pulled out with her teeth two garments.

Emmet was confused what Kali was trying to tell him but picked up one of the items maybe it’ll shed some li-.

Emmet dropped the item immediately. It was Cameilla’s mask.

Horrified he picked up the other item shakily.

It was Lazuli’s mask.

Emmet was gonna be sick. While the children didn’t wear the masks all the time they still never let them leave their person. Hell Cameilla but Emmet when she was 3 when he’d picked up her mask just to get it off the floor.

To make matters worse the masks were cracked and broke and scrawled horribly was: faceless nobodies liars trickster freaks doppelgängers.

[ghostofabookworm]

Strangers

A/N: I saw the writing prompt “and suddenly we were strangers again” and my brain did a thing. This is a mess. I overuse the word ‘we’ a ton. I have no idea what I was trying to say so interpret it however you want. Please give feedback, I’d like to make my writing better.

not proofread

We were strangers.

You sat across from me on the B line one rainy morning in march. You ran a hand through your sleep-rumbled hair and checked your phone for some unknown message. 

Then you looked up, and for one beautiful instant we were not strangers. 

I met you in high school English, when we had laughed about Mrs. Smith’s ridiculous handwriting. We sat together at lunch that day. I helped you with your chemistry homework, you helped me with my history. I came over to your house after school to work on our English project, then we started hanging out every day.

We raced our bikes down the street. I talked you into auditioning for the school play with me, even though we both knew neither of us would get in. We ran off the end of the dock at the lake, and immediately regretted it when we realized how cold the water was. We climbed on the roof of my house and watched the stars. We just sat next to each other and read. 

The next year I asked you to senior prom. You said yes. We picked matching outfits and then left halfway through to find something better to do. The McDonalds employees looked at us strangely - two high schoolers dressed up for prom ordering milkshakes - but we just ignored them.

We went college in the same city. We got together every weekend to help each other with our work, but never ended up getting much work done. You took me on a date to a museum downtown. I took you to a hole-in-the-wall cafe I had found on my way to class one day. We spent New Years on the roof of your apartment building, and Valentine’s Day walking in the park. 

When we graduated we got jobs near each other, and bought a house together. You asked me to marry you on December fifteenth, after we’d ditched our friends at a drive in to go get hot chocolate. We got married that spring. 

We found a donor, and had two beautiful children - twins. We taught them to be kind and responsible, and to love themselves for who they were. I cleaned up their skinned knees, and you bought them ice cream on the way home. We were so proud when they graduated, and got them both huge bouquets of flowers. We may have embarrassed them a little, but that’s what parents are for.

When they had moved out, we moved to a smaller house away from the city and grew old together. You brought home a hissy old cat named Albert who I pretended to hate, but secretly adored. We had matching rocking chairs, where we would read together every night. We would bake cookies for all the kids in the neighborhood.

Then the subway slowed to a stop, and you glanced away. The old lady next to me bumped into me trying to get up, and knocked my glasses off my face. When I had found them and put them back on, you were gone, and suddenly we were strangers again.

#i tried #i failed #but I posted it anyway #Idk this is a mess #Strangers to strangers #writing

[jeonjcngkook]

kintsukuroi: sweet treat | jjk (m)

kintsukuroi (keen-tsoo-koo-roy) ; “to repair with gold”; the art of repairing broken pottery with gold lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. 

➵ pairing: jungkook x female!reader

➵ genre/au: established relationship, fluff, smut

➵ word count: 3.1k

➵ warnings or possible kinks: parent!koo, sub!reader, soft dom!jungkook, mentions of jungkooks tattoos and piercings (yes this gets its own warning, hes dangerous), swearing, hickies, dirty talk, kitchen/dining room sex, smut in the form of - slight fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe hgshdfsjhd), pregnancy kink, creampie, cock warming, mentions of aftercare because im a total sap at heart.

➵ summary: newly married and swept away by how in love they truly are with each other, jungkook shows you just how much he loves you.

➵ note:  thank you @taegularities​ for taking the time out to beta this♡ 

You had never been an ‘I love you’ kind of person. You were never the type to believe that a man and woman were destined to be bound together by the law of marriage, and you certainly didn’t think that the woman had to stay home to cook and clean and cater to the children while the man went to work.

You never believed in the traditional ways of life. You were a powerful woman. Independent and headstrong, you didn’t need a man to get you by, you did just fine on your own.

And then you met Jungkook.

Something inside you shifted the day he strutted his way into your office equipped with an attitude that demanded attention and a smile cocky enough to match. His aura was definitely captivating. You knew of Jungkook, of course you did. Some hotshot lawyer to your rival firm, known for being the youngest in the field at just twenty-one years old, with an ego more inflated than a helium balloon.

And quite rightly so.

His case win tally was certainly impressive for someone of his age. Popularity surrounded the young man, rising with each win he sealed under his belt, but what Jungkook didn’t realise when he burst through your door, having guaranteed himself his own victory, was that he had met his own match. Walking into the dragon’s den a little too comfortably for your liking.

You don’t play nice. You don’t see the need to in a career that was already so male dominated. You never back down from a fight and you certainly wouldn’t let an airhead stand in your way. 

But it seemed that fate wanted to see the both of you brought together by its own design, because Jeon Jungkook himself was no match for you in the courtroom.

You were his first loss. 

But you were his biggest win, too.

“Is that Ji-eun down for the night?” you ask as Jungkook saunters into the dining room, eyes slightly tired from the task of putting your restless little girl down.

Jungkook nods, humming a small ‘yes’ in your direction as he starts picking up placemats to set the table with.

“She definitely has an attitude problem. Must be the troublesome twosomes, as they say,” he jokes, but the smile doesn't reach his weary eyes.

Raising your eyebrow, you try to stifle a small chuckle. “Oh yeah? And who says that?” you retaliate back his way.

“Me. I say that. She definitely gets it from you,” Jungkook winks.

“Oh, really?” You grin. “Well, it’s nice to hear she’s inherited something from me - she’s basically a carbon copy of you at this rate.”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh at your comment. You weren’t wrong though. Ji-eun takes after her dad in every way. From her perfectly shaped sloped nose and her dark curly hair that bounces with every step she takes. Her eyes have the same warmth that Jungkook possesses, the same dark gentle doe eyes that with just one look would have you wrapped around her little fingers.

Turning around at the sound of his chuckle, you walk over to Jungkook who is leaning up against the kitchen island, watching you put the finishing touches to dinner. Standing on your tippy toes, you reach up and grab at his cheeks, squishing them together with your pointer finger and thumb as you stare into his starry eyes. “I don’t know what you’re laughing at, if she’s possessing my attitude, she’ll be able to take you on just like her mother did.”

Placing one hand up to his chest and the other on your shoulder, Jungkook doubles over teasingly. “Ooh __, hitting me where it hurts most.” He fakes. To this day, you’re still the only person he has lost to in a courtroom battle, all down to your confident, feisty attitude and fiery personality.

Rolling your eyes, you turn to leave Jungkook’s side. As you begin to walk away, Jungkook's hand traces the skin on your arm until he gets to your wrist, bracing it in a gentle grip and pulling you back into his arms, kissing you sweetly.

You give him the satisfaction of the kiss, reciprocating his actions just as sweetly. “You’re still such an ass,” you smile into the kiss, “set the table, otherwise no dessert for you.”

Getting up from the dining table, you make your way round picking up empty plates and dirty crockery as your husband finishes his last mouthful of food.

“I’ll get the dishes done, you’ve had a long day baby, so you just relax,” you say softly.

“Don’t deserve you” Jungkook announces after swallowing his food and taking a last swig of his wine, “I really don’t deserve you.”

Bending down, you place a small kiss on the crown of his head; a small but affectionate action Jungkook loves.

You make your way into the kitchen, careful not to drop anything on the way as you settle the dishes on the countertop as you begin to run the hot tap, leaving it to run to the ideal temperature.

Jungkook is hot on your tail, wine glass in hand as he leans slightly against the doorframe admiring you. It hasn’t been long since the two of you had finally gotten round to getting married.

Unconventionally, you unexpectedly ran into the hurdle of having your daughter before getting married. It’s been around three months and time has flown by so quickly these last few months that you honestly don’t remember much.

You’re startled when you see an empty wine glass come into your vision from underneath you and shortly afterwards, a pair of hands wrap around your waist as you start cleaning the sauce from the white ceramic.

“What is it?” you giggle.

Jungkook dips his head down, placing small kisses in the crook of your neck. The feeling of his hair tickles the side of your head, causing you to chuckle further.

“Mm nothing. Just thought I’d tell you how pretty you look,” Jungkook coos as he continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulders, deepening them the further down he goes.

Kisses turn into bites and nibbles as he sucks on the sensitive skin. A hue of red and violet blossom on your skin. They look beautiful. You make them look beautiful.

“Jungkook, please,” you moan, although not sure for what; as you place the dirty dish back into the soapy water in the sink. Turning around in his hold, you peer up and take in the sight of him.

He is gorgeous, in every sense of the word. His hair has grown tremendously over the last few months, dripping droplets of water down his golden honey skin as it rests flat against his forehead from his earlier shower. A crisp all black vest hugging his upper body, allowing you front row seats to ogle and admire the ink swirled across his right arm. Intricate black and white shapes, texts and quotes of all sizes covering the expansion of his arm, finishing just atop his shoulder. He truly is a sight for sore eyes. And he’s all yours.

Jungkook looks down at you, studying your face with a soft smile as you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook brings his hand to the back of your head to push your lips onto his. You’re so pliant and easily melt into his embrace as you reach up to cup his jaw, pulling him down for a kiss.

He kisses you passionately. His lips are warm, soft and taste like your strawberry flavoured lip balm. Your hands creep up, one finding the nape of his neck whilst the other tangles in his hair. Your nails tug at the crown, scraping your nails gently against his scalp and earning a gasp from him, giving you plenty of time to sneak your tongue into his mouth. The smacking and lewd sounds of your kisses fill up the empty room.

“Jump,” he commands in between hot kisses.

Doing as you’re told, you jump into your husband’s arms, allowing him to guide you through the living room back into the dining room, moving the remaining placemats out the way and setting you down onto the table.

“Here?” you whisper, voice light and airy.

Jungkook pulls away from your lips. “No time. Wanna fuck you now and don’t want Ji-eun waking up,” he moans huskily, the murmur of his voice leaving a home of goose bumps on your skin as he continues to leave a trail of wet kisses down the length of your neck.

You move your head just enough to come in direct contact with his pierced lobe. They’re so pretty. You’ve seen them decorated in all sorts of ways. Little silver studs, black hoops, dangly multicoloured rings and the illustrious double forward helix he had. You’ve even had the privilege of witnessing a small black taper, the beginning of his ear stretching journey.

But the best of all that? His new orbit piercing. 

A simple dainty gold hoop, encrusted with small sparkling diamonds curling around his ear. Jungkook knew the effect it would have on you the moment the idea of getting it done came to him. And he was right: you thought the piercing was sinful. How a measly bit of metal could make someone look so fucking good was totally beyond you. 

Taking his lobe into your mouth, you suck on it lightly, knowing how much of a sensitive spot it is for him. You feel the tell tale sign of his arousal through his grey sweatpants as he presses himself right against where you want him most. The action of your mouth on his ear turning him on instantly.

“Yeah? You wanna fuck me right here on our dining table?” you whisper directly into his ear, dropping your voice lower and sexy, “you wanna be reminded of it every time we eat here, baby?”

Pulling back at the sound of your voice, Jungkook pushes you further back onto the table and slips his hands underneath his shirt that you had thrown on earlier in the day and removes it from your body. 

Your nipples feel the cool change in the air, hardening instantly as he starts to tug your panties down your legs. Dipping his head down to your cunt, Jungkook takes a long whiff, the smell of your own arousal clear and evident.

“Mm, bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, pretty? Every night at dinner, you’ll be reminded how much of a meal I can make from you,” Jungkook growls. You can’t see the smirk on his face, but you can definitely hear it in his voice.

He dips his hand in between your thighs, cupping your cunt in his hand. You tremble and whine with the contact, electric sparks running through your body. Jungkook takes his index and middle finger and runs it up and down the hood of your pussy, collecting the slick from inside your nether lips lips.

Bringing his digits up to his face, he becomes mesmerised with the transparent liquid sticking to his fingers. Jungkook separates his fingers and watches in awe as the stringy liquid binds his fingers together.

“Time for dessert I think,” he announces as he dips his head in between your thighs and licks a thick wet stripe along your pussy. A concoction of curse words fall from your lips as Jungkook’s tongue flicks your sensitive bud in a steady rhythm, adding fuel to the fire inside that was already alight.

“Oh - fuck,” you let out in a breathy moan. 

“Want you to look at me, pretty,” he groans from in between your thighs.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you wince in pleasure as you find Jungkook already staring up at you through dark lashes. His usual mahogany coloured eyes are already darkened black as they fill with lust and love when he continues to suck and lick every drop of your essence.

You notice the flexing of Jungkook’s arms in your view, signalling your husband’s palming himself through his sweats. Your eyes flutter shut again, the knowledge of him rutting his clothed hard cock into his own hand sending your own hips rutting in pleasure. Fist tight in his long dark hair, you keep Jungkook still as you fuck yourself against his face, his tongue now circling inside you.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers against your thigh, lightly biting on the flesh before he goes back to lick your pussy a few more times. “Look how needy your little cunt is, creaming my cock, isn’t it?”

“Ko-kook, want you. I-inside, please,” you plead with teary eyes, the thought of him taking you raw on the dining table and filling you with his thick cum making you clench.

Not one to keep you waiting a moment more, Jungkook removes his tongue from between your legs and comes back up for another kiss. Sinful tongues dancing a dirty tango, messily tangling against each other. The taste of yourself making you moan loudly against his lips.

Pulling his vest off, Jungkook quickly moves to pull his sweats down his legs and kicks them away, allowing his cock to stand at full attention.

Jungkook has the prettiest cock. Pink and long in length, falling short under his belly button and with just the right amount of girth to him too. Deep veins run up the expansion of the skin only to end at the red tip, pre-cum dripping from the head and travelling down his cock. Jungkook wraps a hand around his length and tugs at it, twisting the head at the end and smearing the pre-cum down his length to help lubricate. 

Guiding himself towards your entrance, you wrap your legs around his waist and push yourself onto his cock, feeling his tip sliding into you. Jungkook stops as the head of his cock breaches you, knowing that you still need a few seconds to adjust to his size.

Your eyes flutter shut and you allow your head to roll back. Taking that as confirmation, Jungkook slams the rest of his cock into you, filling you up to the brim until your hips are flush together, balls pressed to your ass and deep moans escaping both of your lips.

Jungkook’s pace is relentless, pumping in and out of you with ferocity as his cock grazes against your cervix over and over again. A beautiful symphony of incoherent sounds and broken sentences leave your lips, entwined with the lewd sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy filling the room; it’s music to his ears.

Jungkook is a sight to see - plump lips swollen from being bitten, sweat beading his skin and down his neck and hair sticking down to his forehead. You clench down experimentally, pulling a reaction from Jungkook as he licks his lips and groans as or swallows him whole.

“So wet, fuck,” Jungkook grunts, “wanna get you pregnant again, ah-fuck, see you swollen with another child-shit, gonna put a baby in you, huh? What do you say?” Jungkook growls.

You whimper, words caught in your throat as you lose all sanity, his words making you clench around him like it’s the one thing you were made to do.

“Hold on, baby, let me just-” he trails on, leaving his sentence unfinished as he slides out of you and pulls you off the table.

Jungkook turns you around and bends you over, pressing your tits flush against the table and lifting your ass in the air. Grabbing at one of your legs, he instructs you to place it on top of the table before he grips his cock and slides back in with no resistance, your pussy stretched out beautifully already by his earlier ministrations.

“Oh, shit, shit, shi-, Jungkook,” you scream out, not caring if the neighbours behind your shared walls can hear as the new position spreads you open wider for him. A part of you hopes they can hear you; hope they can hear just how well your husband fucks you.

You stand at full height, your chest flushed against his toned body and head resting upon his shoulder, trying in any way you can to watch his facial expressions as he continues his rough thrusts into your tight wet cunt.

His hands find purchase on your hips, controlling your movements as his cock fucks through your folds roughly; coaxing a low moan out of his own lips. His head falls low and captures your lips in a messy kiss as a hand circles round and gives your swollen clit some needed attention.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you chant over in between kisses, “I’m gonna c-come, J-jungko-”

“Yeah, you like that? Being fucked hard by my thick cock,” Jungkook grits, “never going to get enough of this tight pussy.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust, his cock kissing your g-spot unceremoniously.

Tears gather at your lower lash line, the tell tale of your oncoming orgasm present as your tummy tightens and your pussy clenches around Jungkook’s cock. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he growls when he feels your cunt spasm around him.

“Kook, I-I”, your words are cut short as you lower your head, a scream leaving your lips as the tight band in your stomach snaps, eyes snapping closed as your orgasm washes over you.

Jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy and less precise, a tell-tale sign that he is nearing his own end. “Fuck yes, give it to me,” he pants as he keeps you upright, still with one leg trembling on the table top.

Your pussy pulses repeatedly, gripping his cock inside you like a vice, and Jungkook slows down entirely as his own high reaches him. He bites down on your shoulder, his cries of pleasure caught in his mouth as he unloads thick rope after rope of his sticky white load inside your welcoming pussy. 

He presses wet open mouth kisses into your shoulders as he comes down from his own high. The feeling of your relaxed cunt keeping him warm.

You both stand there for a few moments together. His hands on your tummy, rubbing soothing circles on your skin. “Are you okay, baby?” His tone is soft in your ear.

“Hm. M’ tired” you try, too weak and fucked out to give a coherent answer.

“C’mon pretty. Let me run you a bath and I’ll finish cleaning the dishes, how does that sound?” Jungkook smiles behind you sheepishly.

Nodding your head, you remove Jungkook’s softening cock from your pussy, feeling his cum drip out and coat your thighs.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he picks you up bridal style and heads towards the bathroom to run you a well deserved bath. Stopping at the door, he leans his head down and presses a sweet kiss against your lips.

“You’re definitely the sweetest treat I could ask for.”

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