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My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK) !PART 3!

PART 1 PART 2

*WARNING! THIS PART HAS GOES INTO DETAIL OF SEXUAL ASSAULT*

"I don't need an escort." You say with your arms wrapped firmly around your chest in anger. "It's a bodyguard and yes you do. I'm not arguing about this anymore." Negan says with a small roll of his eyes as he walks around the room, getting himself ready to leave.

"I'm a big girl Negan, I can handle myself." You say. Negan sighs in frustration, "Two people were killed on the premises. I'm not taking any chances." He says while throwing on his leather jacket. "Didn't the person who did that escape?" You ask. Negan sighed and held the bridge of his nose in annoyance before turning to you. "Enough Y/N. When my mind is set it is damn set and you know that." Negan says. You groan and throw yourself back down onto the bed so you are lying down. "...Can I at least pick who's going to be hovering over my shoulder all day?" You say while staring up at the ceiling. "No," Negan says without hesitation. You groan again. Negan sighs, "Listen, Arat is going to be with you as much as she can and you like Arat." Negan says while sitting down on the bed next to you.

"But Arat is one of my best, if not the best, solider I got. So I'll have to trade her out with other people." Negan explains. "Dwight?" You ask while turning your head to look at him. Negan chuckles, "No. Douchebag got himself into a hole for letting my puppy out." Negan says with a shit-eating grin. "Well, who does that leave? ...Oh god no don't say Simon, Jesus no." You say with a cringe. Negan chuckles at your words. "No. David will." He says. You groan loudly, "Ohhhh god! That's even worse!" You put your face into your hands and continue to groan. Negan smirks and leans his head back, "What's wrong with David?" Negan asks. "Jesus- what's not wrong with David? He's a creep, annoying, a weirdo, and he's loud and obnoxious." You say while looking back at him.

"Well, I'm loud and obnoxious too and you seem to like me." He says with a grin. "That's because you have a charm. David has no redeeming qualities." You say. Negan leans closer to you, his grin widening. "I have a charm?" He asks. You roll your eyes, "Ugh... Of course, that's the only thing you heard in that sentence. You totally missed the whole 'I hate David' part." You say. "Oh! How about Laura? I like Laura." You say with a hopeful look on your face. Negan slowly shakes his head, "Nope. She's gotta watch over Mr. Smartypants." Negan says. You groan again, "Goddd... I'll just lock myself in here forever." You say with a sigh. "Great. Problem solved then." Negan says while standing on his feet.

You glare a him, "That was supposed to make you feel bad." Negan chuckles. "I know." He says with a smirk before he bent down to kiss you on your lips. You turned your cheek to him and tried to suppress the smile that wanted to form on your lips. Negan chuckles, "Is that how it's gonna be?" He asks, just barely a few inches away from your face.

A smirk formed on your lips. Negan bent down further, his lips now barely above the skin under your ear as he whispered, "If you keep acting like a brat I'll have to punish you y'know..." As he spoke you could feel his lips brushing along your sensitive skin. A chill went down your spine and you suck in a shaky breath. "Maybe I want to be punished..." You whispered. Negan's grin somehow widened and he let out a low and dark chuckle, "Hm... Darlin'... I don't think you understand what you do to me." He whispers.

Negan then grabs your jaw and forces your face to look back at him. Before you could even react he slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you into a hungry kiss. The kiss was sloppy and rough. He kissed you like he was starving. Like he hadn't eaten in days and you were a four-course meal. But he couldn't do this forever, he had business to attend to.

Before he pulled away he bit down harshly on your bottom lip. You groaned in surprise and a bit of pain. When he pulled away a line of spit kept you two together until it broke when he was far enough away. You reached your hand up and touched your swollen and throbbing lip.

"Don't worry. I didn't break the skin." He says with a smug grin. "I'll see you later." He says with a wink while rubbing your cheek with his fingers. He straightened himself up, giving you one last good look before walking to the door and leaving.

"Douchebag..." You mumble under your breath.

After about an hour you were getting hungry. So you got dressed and walked out of the room. When you walked out you were met with David. He stepped in front of you with a smirk on his face, "Where you goin'?" He asks. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Really? He's having you guarding the door? Jesus..." You say in annoyance. "I'm getting something to eat. Move." You hissed while pushing him aside and walking down the hall. David followed closely behind and you tried to keep your annoyance suppressed but it was difficult.

You were walking fast, trying to keep your distance between you and David. "Slow down," David ordered from behind you. You rolled your eyes and ignored him. Then David forcefully grabbed your elbow and yanked you back. You spun your head around and snatched your arm out of his grip. "Don't touch me." You hissed.

"Or what?" He asks with a chuckle. You glare at him, "Don't. Touch. Me." You repeat in a more threatening tone of voice. "I wouldn't have to touch you if you listened," David says while stepping close to you and getting in your face. You glared daggers at him and you shook your head gently.

"Whatever..." You mumble before turning around and continuing to walk.

When you finished eating your breakfast you decided you wanted to walk outside to get some fresh air. This day was stressful for you and you wanted to get a breather. "Where are you going?" David asks with an annoyed huff. "Outside. Is that a crime now?" You ask. "Why the fuck are you going outside?" David asks. You stopped walking and turned to glare at him, "Isn't your job just to follow me around? Why the hell are you asking me questions? Just do whatever job Negan assigned you and stop talking to me." You say before turning back around and walking outside.

David glared at you before following you. As you walked around slowly outside around the gate you sighed in relaxation and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on your skin. It would be perfect if there weren't hoards of dead people walking around outside of the gate.

But your peaceful was so interrupted, "So... Y/N, I have a few questions." David says. You sighed in annoyance, "What?" David smirks. "Are you happy with Negan?" David asks. This question made you stop in your tracks. "Excuse me?" You ask while turning around. "Does he satisfy you?" David asks with a grin. You squinted your eyes and gave him a look of disgust. "None of your goddamn business." You say while turning around so you can continue walking... But David stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and shoved you against one of the sanctuary walls. "The fu- LET GO!" You yelled. "Oh c'mon... We don't gotta hate each other..." David says with a smirk. His hands squeezed tightly on your arms and you winced, "STOP!" You shouted. "I can make you feel good. Better than he can." David says while trailing his fingers along your side. "Fuck off!" You yelled while shoving him away. You turned to run off but he grabbed you again.

One of his hands grabbed one of your wrists and pinned them to the side of your head while his other hand forcefully grabbed your jaw and slammed your head back into the wall. You let out a small cry on impact as the wind was knocked out of you.

"Listen here you little bitch. The more you fight, the more I enjoy myself. So if I were you, I'd just do what you're told." He says angrily while squeezing your jaw tightly. His touch was so much different than Negan's... When Negan had his hand on your jaw earlier it was gentle and full of love... David's touch was harsh, cold, and full of anger.

"Just stop fighting and I'll give you the time of your life," David says in a low tone of voice. "Stop! I-I'll tell Negan what you're doing!" You say with fear in your eyes. "Hm... Who do you think he'll believe? The one who hates the other one and will do anything to get that person off their back or the one who's just trying to do their job?" David says with a chuckle. "He'll believe me." You hissed. "Mm... I doubt it." David mumbled. "You see, Negan has known me a lot longer than you sweetheart. Plus, when I'm done with you you'll be begging for more." David says with a smirk.

The hand that was on your jaw went down your body and he began to undo your belt. You took this opportunity to swing your head forward and smash your head against his nose. He yelled out loud and held his nose in pain as he stumbled back. You turned and ran back into the sanctuary. "FUCKING BITCH!" David screamed while storming back into the sanctuary behind you.

You ran through the sanctuary, David close behind you. You wanted to run to Negan, but you had no idea where he was. He could be anywhere or even not at the sanctuary at all. So, you ran to the only other place that made you feel safe...

The bedroom.

You were far away from the bedroom... You just had to make sure he didn't catch you before you made it there and he was catching up to you quickly. Adrenaline pumped into your veins which helped you run faster.

David yelled at you, telling you to come back. When you heard him right on your trail you finally saw the door to your bedroom. Your eyes widen with hope... But then David grabbed you again. He grabbed your upper arm and yanked you back. You screamed and reached back, scratching your nails across his face. He yelled in pain and stumbled back again. You quickly ran to the door and opened it before slamming it shut, locking it behind you.

David banged against the door and your breath was shaky as you slowly backed away from the door. He kicked the door one last time before giving up and grumbling to himself. Your body trembled in fear as you slowly sat down at the end of your bed. The only thought that went through your mind was;

'...How the hell am I going to explain this to Negan?'

As you waited for Negan you paced around the room, biting your nails nervously. This wasn't going to end well and you knew it...

The door knob jiggled and you froze and stared at it in fear. You thought David was trying to make his way back in again. "Darlin'?" Negan's voice says through the door. You sigh in relief and walk over to the door. You unlocked it and walked back to where you were previously standing. Negan opens the door and scans your body over. He saw how tense you were and how nervous you looked. "What's going on?" He asks curiosity and concern in his voice. "Um... Can... Can you sit down?" You ask while motioning to the edge of the bed. He squints his eyes and looks at you up and down, "Okay... Why?" He asks while leaning Lucille against the wall next to the door and slowly moving to the end of the bed.

"Um... Because this will be easier to explain when you're not looming over me." You say with a nervous chuckle. Negan continues to stare at you before he slowly sits down. You stared at him for a moment before pacing back and forth again nervously. You bit the nail on your thumb and tried thinking of the best way to say this to him without him getting all murdery...

He watched you walk back and forth for a moment before getting annoyed, "Y/N. Tell me. Now." He ordered, his eyes getting darker. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him nervously, "Promise me you won't get mad... Please." You begged, your eyes glazing over with tears. He squinted his eyes again. "Don't give me a reason to get mad then." He says. You give him a pleading look and he sighs deeply, "I promise..." He mutters.

You take in a shaky breath and lower your hand from your lips. "U-Um... Okay well... It started this morning," You say. "I got up to get some breakfast and David was guarding the door... When I left he was telling me to slow down and I ignored him. It made him upset and he forcefully grabbed my elbow and yanked me back..." You explain.

You couldn't make full eye contact with Negan, you just gave his eyes some glances before looking around the room nervously. But even in those glances you already noticed him getting pissed off.

You shift around nervously, "But... I held my ground and everything went okay until we went outside..." Your body began to tremble in fear. Fear of how Negan would react... Stupidly part of your brain worried about David's words... You were worried that Negan wouldn't believe you and take David's side. But the other side of your brain was scared that he would believe you... You knew he would raise hell upon David and everybody in his path.

"He started asking me these... Questions. Like if I was happy with you and if you," You swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing. "Satisfied me." You say with disgust and a cringe on your face. "What?" Negan hisses in a low tone of voice while standing to his feet. You take a step back and look around the room nervously, "This is where this issue ends right?" He asks, anger laced into his voice. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out... Negan's eyes widened and his eyebrows rose, "...What else happened?" His voice was low and menacing... Like he was ready to pounce at any second.

Your breath was shaky and you stood there nervously, "Y/N-" "He pushed me against the wall." You say while interrupting him. You had to get this out quickly. "He started saying things like he could make me feel better than you could. I tried fighting him off but he grabbed me by the jaw and slammed the back of my head into the wall." You say with your voice cracking with emotion.

"He said 'The more you fight the more I enjoy it'. I then told him I'd tell you and he said you wouldn't believe me and you'd believe him..." Your body trembled as you spoke, your gaze was to the floor and you didn't know what Negan's reaction was at the moment, and in all honesty... You didn't want to know.

"The hand that was on my jaw lowered down and he tried undoing my belt..." You say before pausing as your voice cracks while you fight back tears. You cleared your throat before continuing, "I was able to get out of his hold and run off. He caught me once before I made it here but I scratched him across the face. He banged against the door before giving up..." You felt a weight off your shoulders after you finished telling him your story.

As you sighed in relief after finally getting this over with a tear fell from your eye. The room fell into a deep, threatening, and slightly awkward silence. You finally built up the courage to slowly move your eyes up to meet his gaze. When your eyes met his gaze you were a bit startled to see him staring back at you with a blank look on his face. You two stared at each other for a moment before you decided to speak up... But he beat you to it.

"So... He tried to rape you?" Negan asks, the blank stare still on his face. You slowly nodded. He continued to stare at you for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking off to the side. He was thinking for a moment, about what you didn't know...

He then broke the silence again,

"I'm gonna kill him."

He turned to the door and grabbed the Lucille. "Wait! Please don't!" You begged while grabbing his wrist. He spun around with a look of fury on his face, "Don't? DON'T?!" He yelled. "The hell you mean don't?!" He shouted. Him yelling at you made you jump but you tried your best to keep up your confidence. "It's not worth killing him over!" Negan scoffs, "The hell it isn't." As he spoke the grip he had on Lucille grew tighter, making his knuckles white. "Rape is against the rules here, and he was stupid enough to try it on you?" He then lets out a sinister chuckle.

He shakes his head, "No. This shit ain't flying." He says while turning back to the door. Your grip on his arm tightened, "No! Wait, please! Please don't leave me alone again! I don't want to be alone." You begged. The tears that you were holding back came falling and you sniffled. Negan looked back at you and his face softened. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes for a moment. He was in a deep thought.

He then sighed deeply and placed Lucille back against the wall. He turned back to you and put his hands to the side of your head and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Listen to me..." He says in a low tone of voice while resting his forehead against yours.

"I need to take care of this. I will come back to you... And I promise I won't do anything to him today. But I at least need to get him under control... He knows something is coming and I need to get it under control." Negan says.

You look at him with wide pleading eyes that are filled with tears, "Please..." You mutter. Negan sighs and droops his head for a moment. "I gotta take care of this darlin'... I can't let this go for the moment." You shake your head. "No... Please..." You say with more tears falling from your eyes. "Baby... Lay down, relax yourself... I'll be back in less than twenty minutes I promise. Okay?" Negan says while gently grabbing your shoulders and making you sit on the bed.

You sigh in defeat and sit on the bed with your head low. "Be quick... Please." You say in a sad tone of voice. Negan leans down, cups your cheeks, and kisses your forehead. "I'll be quick." He says with a soft smile before pulling away and grabbing Lucille. "Twenty minutes max. Okay?" He says. You nod with a frown. He gives you a small nod before leaving the room.

About five minutes later Negan was sitting in the meeting room wiping down Lucille when there was a knock on the door. The person entered and it was Simon, "He's here." Simon says. Negan doesn't reply, his eyes are just fixated on Lucille. David then stepped in and Simon stepped out, making sure to shut the door.

Negan finished wiping down Lucille before turning to David with a smirk. "I assume you know why you're here?" Negan asks. David lets out a small chuckle, "I have an idea." David says with a smug smirk. Negan stands to his feet with a sinister smile. "Oh? Enlighten me then." Negan says while taking a step forward. "Your little girlfriend told a lie," David says. Negan's eyes widened, "Hmm... A lie? How was it a lie?" Negan says while stepping a few inches away from David while holding Lucille with both his hands in front of him.

"She hates me. That's obvious. I was a little mean... A little pushy. She threatened to tell you something that'll piss you off just to get me in trouble." David says with a wide smirk. "A little pushy?" Negan repeats with a small chuckle. "A little pushy means trying to shove your hands down her pants?" Negan asks, he is now an inch away from David's face. David scoffs, "Negan. You know me." David says with a confident and smug smirk.

Negan nods, "That's right. I do know you." Negan says. Negan pauses, his gaze neutral before it went into a fury. He took Lucille and shoved the top of the baseball bat into David's stomach painfully and harshly. David hunches over and groans loudly. Negan grips David's hair and pulls his head up to look at Negan.

"Did you seriously think I was going to believe you?" Negan says in a low and angry tone of voice with a glare that could kill. "I'm going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully." Negan hisses into David's ear. David stared up at him in fear.

"Rape isn't allowed here and you knew that and yet you thought it was a good idea to try and rape my woman," Negan says before chuckling sinisterly. "I don't know if you have a death wish or if you're just stupid..." Negan says with a grin.

"P-Please I-" "Shut up." Negan hisses, his smile wiped off his face and a furious glare replaced. Negan then shoved David towards the table and bashed his head into the edge of the table. David sits on the floor, yells in pain, and holds his bloody nose.

"Now. Simon is going to take you to the hole. I'll deal with you tomorrow." Negan says. "I'm going to enjoy killing you," Negan says with a small smirk before leaving the room and stopping next to Simon who's leaning against the wall outside of the room. "Bring him to the hole. No food. No water. No light. Nothing. That prick needs to suffer for the night." Negan orders and Simon nods. Negan walks off and heads back to his room.

When he enters the room he sees you lying on the bed on your side and facing away from the door. The sound of the door opening caused you to turn your head and look at him over your shoulder. Your face was smudged with tears. You quickly sit up and Negan walks over to you and sits next to you. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and the other goes around your head, his hand cradling the back of your head as he holds your head to his chest.

You begin to cry again before hugging him tightly.

"It's okay... I got you." Negan whispers. "You're safe... I won't let anyone hurt you again." Negan says while stroking your hair.

"You're safe..." He repeats.

PART 4

*JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE PLANS FOR THIS STORY ALL THE WAY TO SEASON 9 SO THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS PART AND THE NEXT PARTS MIGHT NOT BE OUT FOR AWHILE AS WELL BUT THEY WILL COME OUT I PROMISE!*

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overtail · 1 month

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Can u do zuko x tall reader headcanons? Her being his height or an inch taller??

i mean I'll do that but way taller since Zuko is canonically 5'3...................

he's our short king guys

Zuko x Tall Reader Headcannons

pre-book 3 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

-zuko was always taller than you as a kid

-he was always teasing you since you were such a short girl

-over summer break, when you and your family went on a trip when you two were 11, you came back extremely tall

-'pre-teen growth spurt I guess?'

-he always felt very inferior to you

-you just kept getting taller as the months went on

-when you signed up to fight in the army, you were teased and called a boy by the others in training

-zuko always defended you, and made sure you felt like a girl

-he would get you flowers, try to get dresses for you, and would always call you his 'girl best friend', even though you were his only friend

-when he was sent on the mission to find the Avatar when he was 13, you couldnt accompany him

-you were devastated, even going as far as trying to quit your soldier training

-but when he left, you gave up on your efforts

-you worked hard, writing letters to zuko that were never sent

-you celebrated his birthday, buying gifts that collected up in the closet of your bedroom

-everyday you believed he would come back

-but he never did

-you gave up after about 2 years

-you tried to focus on your work of becoming a soldier, graduating at 13

-you were the most versatile and strongest because of your height, and you were the top of your ranks

book 3 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

-over three years later, zuko returned

-his hair was longer, his scar was fully healed at this point

-he was taller now, but not by much. you still towered over him

-he didn't recognize you at first. you of course knew it was him, since the announcement of his arrival was spread throughout the kingdom

-since you were the most trusted by your commander, you were assigned to guard zuko

-you waved awkwardly at him, and the only thing that confused him was that such a tall person has such a feminine figure

-he didn't see your face under the helmet, so that added to the non recognition

-'y/n?'

-he hugged you the moment you took off your helmet, waving back

-you were maybe 2 or 3 inches taller than him

-though it had been 3 years, it was like you were back at iroh's house, learning how to play pai sho

-'you're a soldier now? sick'

-he was already happy that he had his honor back, but seeing you made him ecstatic

-every say you two would take walks around the palace

-you two would eat lunch together, visit the village

-until he started dating mai

-you held no grudge against her - she was a lot like zuko

-you were happy that he met his other half, someone so indifferent to him

-that's what made you jealous

-you two stopped hanging out like regular

-'wanna get lunch?' 'I'm going on a picnic with mai'

-the title friend slowly faded into just being his bodyguard

-🔞it was always so awkward hearing him and mai get up to things in his room as you stood guard outside

-🔞you always wished it was you

-the possibility of you being too tall ran through your mind, how being a soldier cracked your femininity

-on the day of black sun, you caught him writing a letter and setting it on his desk

-'what are you doing zuko?' 'theres no time to explain'

-you insisted that you come with him, that you could help him

-it was both because you wanted to protect him and stay with him

-he told you that he was abandoning his role as the crowned prince of the fire nation, and that if you wanted to come with, you'd no longer be a loyal soldier

-when he said yes, you were both ecstatic and worried

-you would be leaving your whole life behind - you'd be commiting treason

redemption 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

-none of the members of the Gaang trusted you and Zuko

-they thought you were one of the soldiers that were on the ship with zuko

-you tried explaining to them you had to be 16 to graduate the training academy, and zuko left when they were both 13

-when sparky sparky boom man attacked, you and zuko helped fight him

-they trusted you a bit more, but still held a grudge against zuko

-they forced you two to sleep in a secluded tent together

-the first night you two stayed, there was an awkward silence

-you two were still distant

-'what was in that letter?'

-zuko explained to you that in that message, he told mai that he was leaving her

-he thought it was for the best

-you felt bad for him, not aware that he was going through a break up without telling anyone

-but at the same time, you were happy

-you had a chance

-'im sorry man'

-you tried to hug him, but he looked away.

-something was off about him

-'what wrong zuko?' 'i need to tell you something'

-he not only broke up with mai because he was leaving, but because he liked you

-he looked up at you as you two sat in the tent. the lantern light flickered as you moved closer

-the kiss was soft and first, tender, and practically just a peck on the lips

-when you pulled apart, he was extremely red

-🔞kissing wasn't all you did that night

freaky deaky 🔞 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

-zuko loved putting his face in your chest when you hug

-he likes kissing every part of your body, especially since there's so much of it

-he likes it A LOT, especially when he can make you buckle beneath his words

-you're such a strong girl that it makes him powerful when he's dominating you

-likes the arch of your back when he's hitting it from behind 🫣

-loves watching your long fingers prepare yourself for him

#avatar the last airbender #fandom #fanfic #fluff #smut #atla zuko #zuko x reader #prince zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko

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thetraumaking · 1 month

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Accursed Crown

Child soldier program within the Fire Nation. Princess Ursa will be having the first grandchild of fire lord Azulon, and as a gift, he sends his son, prince Ozai, to find an appropriate bodyguard for the mother of the nation.

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When she gave birth to her second. Not only did she suffer from a burn from the newborn, she didn't feel the motherly love she felt for her firstborn to her second. She couldn't hold her or even look at her. But she's not a cruel woman, so she found a wet nurse and let the other woman raise her. Well, that was the plan until for a whole day straight the baby girl wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. Even Ozai heard it and came to yell at Ursa for failing as a mother.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

NOT for the faint of heart!!!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 3: Her Touch

Chapter 2: Old Child

Princess Ursa is close to her due date. Her stomach and breasts have noticeably grown, her body preparing for the nurture of a child.

You stand beside her, from when she wakes up to when she goes to sleep. You are the first and last thing that her eyes have laid on for the past eight months.

She has grown an appreciation towards you, while no one’s there to support her, you’re always right beside her. Your eyes never leaving and your presence never fading. You have become her source of comfort.

Not even her supposed husband is present throughout her pregnancy. Other than the fleeting greeting they exchange, their interactions stayed minimal.

With your hands folded behind you, you stand on guard by a tree as your lady goes on her daily stroll. The royal garden was an arrangement on itself, countless numbers of plants and florals decorated the land. Each bush and patch neatly color coordinated, arranged into a certain pattern which one could only see from the tallest tower of the palace.

You feel someone staring at you, lifting your head just a bit, you catch the gold of the princess’s eyes. Your brows furrowed a bit before looking back down.

When you first caught her staring, you assumed that she was studying you, for the first couple of days that was what you thought. But as days went by, the time she would stare at you increased.

You see a flutter of red silk in the corner of your eyes. As she draws closer, you notice the pained expression on her face.

Before you could say anything, you see the bottom half of her robe dampening. Her legs give out but just as she was about to fall, you catch her.

Realization sets in, she was about to give birth.

You know you wouldn’t be able to carry her all the way back to her chambers, so once you guided her towards the tree to rest by, you planned to go fetch someone.

But just as you were about to run for help, you were held back by the princess. “Please… don’t leave me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The tears in her eye threatened to fall as she looked up at you with fear.

Taking a deep breath, you shoot a blast of fire into the air. With that, at least one of the royal guards would be able to come to your aid.

The grip on your hand was still present.

Kneeling beside her, you place your free, warm, hand on hers.

Just as you sat down, you were quick to be wrapped in a pair of arms. Her head rested between the junction between your neck and shoulder. Her breathing was ragged as you finally felt her tears fall on what little exposed skin that you had.

She held you tight as if you were a lifeline.

Unbeknownst to you, you were.

Ever since you came into her life, her loneliness subsided.

She could count on one hand the number of good or pleasant things her husband has given to her. And one of those very few things, were you.

Not once has she seen that man during her labor. Only after did he came in to see her child. And even then, she had to plead for him not to throw her newborn, the child she went through all that pain and suffering for, out of the palace.

But, since the moment her water broke, it was you who was there for her. It was you, poor little you, who stood in the shadow of the absent husband.

Your tiny hands, marred with scars and burns too much for even an adult, held hers. Young raspy voice giving her support and guidance without even knowing what exactly to do.

After what felt like an eternity of pain and agony, finally, release came.

And as a reward, it was you who held the newborn and handed him to his mother. For once in a long time, she felt true happiness. Finally, her own little family was created.

Her, her son… and you.

You were no fan of children, especially newborns.

As you stared down at the new prince, who peacefully slept in your arms, you couldn’t help but think that the pink, wiggling, babbling creature looked like a maggot… with hair.

It was hard to believe that you, along with everyone who you have ever met, was this small.

Sighing, you look away from the baby to look for the princess. She handed you the prince, Zuko, and went to fetch something. As you were looking around for the lady, the child in your arm began to wail. Screaming and thrashing like the worm that he looked like.

You clench your jaw.

Your job is to guard the princess, not babysit. You were trained to kill, attack, defend, and plan. Not comfort a child or feed it.

The baby managed to wiggle his hands out from his swaddle and with surprisingly good motor control, he tightly grasped onto the only thing that his tiny digits could reach, your hair, and pulled.

You held your breath as you felt each individual strand of hair being pulled out of their follicles.

The scene that welcomed princess Ursa back was almost comedic.

You, who usually have a stoic, almost bored expression, was now red in the face, the veins on your forehead visible as you had your eyes tightly shut, still holding the baby boy who had both of his hands full of ripped out hair and still crying.

Letting out a giggle, Ursa walked towards the two of you before you could suffer from any more damage. She walked behind you and released what she went out to retrieve, it was a golden hair ribbon. Cooing at her child, she combed through your hair with her fingers before tying your hair up.

She didn’t move from her spot behind you, her hands now rested on your shoulders. Her thumbs rubbing circles on your back as she hums her tune.

It was a comfortable, peaceful little moment, to her.

You in response, straighten your back as her hands work longer in working out your shoulders. The massage was a nice gesture but the longer she kept in contact with you, the heavier your innards felt.

You were now taking longer, deeper breaths through your mouth. Your lips began to dry out as you felt the tension now on your neck.

You were unsure what was happening to your body. Were you coming down with something? Why has it suddenly become hard to breathe? Why are your eyes unfocused? Why do you feel nauseous?

The baby’s sudden cries startled both you and Ursa. Snapping you out of your panic, you released the tight grip on the child’s arm.

Ursa takes the young prince from your hands and begins to sooth him. Rocking him gently side to side, she walks around.

You look at your hand, clenching it a couple times, testing it for… something. You couldn’t explain the rapid heart beat or the overly sweaty palms you now had.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you try to forcefully regulate your breathing. The greedy breaths you were taking were now covered, forcing you to take small, controlled breaths through the small gaps between your fingers.

You felt filthy, like you were covered in sweat after a long day of training. You could still feel where and how she touched you. The lingering, ghostly pressure running over your skin.

Swallowing, you lowered your arm. Staring at the back of the princess as she tended to her child.

You should not be thinking such things. It is a privilege to be in such close proximity to any of the royal family, even more so if they look at you favourably. You should cherish every moment you spend with her like a blessing from the heavens.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Rather than feeling grateful for the privilege and luxury the royal family has provided you, here you are complaining and have the gall to feel disgusted. You should be happy the princess is paying even half as much attention and care to someone as lowly as you. You should be jumping for joy every time she reaches out to gift you her warmth. Every interaction you have is a good one.

You swallow once more.

It tasted bitter.

#fanfic #atla #atla azula #avatar the last airbender #azula x reader #fire lord azula #princess ursa #fire lord ozai #prince zuko

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ystrike1 · 8 months

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The Devil Raises a Lady - By CHT (8/10)

Will being loved by a Devil make you great? Strong? Beautiful? Immortal? No. In this setting being adored by a monster makes you a toy. Someone who cannot die, because entertaining a Devil is more important than death or life. Our heroine must change her awful future, with an eternal shadow behind her. Can she kill him?

Lady Ayana has been hunting revenge for 13 long years. She failed. She ends up in a cell, to be executed at dawn. Before her dying day she worries about her loyal bodyguard. Her true love. The man she pined for when she was trapped in an abusive marriage. The man she could not forget, even after she gave birth to her only child. The man she ran away with.

Her bodyguard.

Diabel.

He is so brave. So loyal. Her family died brutally in their own dining room, assassinated by a powerful rival. She survived that day thanks to Diabel. She owes everything to Diabel. When she became a fallen noble woman, with little power, he stayed by her side. When she married an abusive man he begged her to run away with him. She abandoned her child to do that, even though she knew that same evil family would attack her. That abusive relationship was her last shield. The only reason why she did not get captured by her rivals.

Diabel convinced her and she got caught and she fought more and she raged and she attempted to destroy the bastards who had taken her family. Diabel took down dozens of men for her, but she surrenderd because she feared for his life.

She loved him.

He cut such a heroic figure, by her side. The one man who knew the truth. Who knew that her loving family was killed. It was no accident. It was all corruption. He reassured her. He said it was ok for her to be angry. He encouraged her rage. He cried for her. He swore loyalty to her, and yet they never confirmed their love. How tragic. She was a noble lady. He could only be with her as a Knight. Surely, that's the only reason why he allowed her to suffer with a hateful man.....right?

Diabel, her partner in life, tells her he will give her another chance. She will be executed, but he can send her back to the beginning of the story. She must make a contract with him though. She's confused. Hurt. She thinks she's crazy, but then he kisses her hand.

He feels different.

She believes it. It's like he's a different man.

He is a Devil.

She wakes up a spoiled and ignorant daughter once more, with a brand on her chest. Coincidentally, she cannot marry again with such a mark on her body. She questions reality, and her relationship with....everyone.

She has one month.

Only one month, before the Rozel Family sends their assassins. Ayana was an idiot girl obsessed with her handsome fiance back then. The Knights do not respect her. No one will believe her. She has to use Diabel...again.

The illusion shatters completely. Diabel never loved her the human way. He is a huge fan of her. He never wants to separate from her. He's willing to be her servant. He is willing to kill. To corrupt. To destroy...but he will never love her that way. That was all a lie. When she was in pain he didn't really care. He just thought it was interesting.

Ayana decides that she wants him dead, with the Rozel Family.

She is happy. Her siblings are alive. She has her loving father. She is safe for now, and she is motivated. She doesn't need rage. She has love. She won't let it go. Her family gave her real love. They don't make her perform tricks the way Diabel does.

She will save them.

She's very brutal.

First, she asks Diabel to summon a demon army. She wants to slaughter the whole Rozel Family. No drama. No duels. Just death. That would be boring, so Diabel says no. He will become the best Knight for her again, but he will not use his Devil power. She must use her knowledge to stop the incoming assassins.

Her main rival is Erez, but things are not what they seem. The Devil is in love with entertainment, and Erez did not want to kill Ayana in the past.

I hope this goes hard. It needs to be dark to work.

#The Devil Raises a Lady #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome games #otome isekai

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shuttershocky · 10 months

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I like how Waai Fu's story arc went, and thought it was especially cool how they contrasted her journey with both Du Yaoye's, and her own father Huai Tianpei's.

In Invitation to Wine, Du was a spoiled rich girl trying to escape the shadow of her father, wanting to become a warrior while he set up a successful inn and restaurant business for her to inherit, since she believed her father turned his back on the martial arts out of believing his daughter shouldn't be a fighter. What Du didn't know was what made Zheng leave the bodyguard business was him failing to protect one of his new recruits during a terrible mission, and realizing he had to go to the recruit's father and tell him his son died in battle protecting a stupid goblet that they didn't even manage to secure. Zheng didn't want that kind of violent, heartbreaking life for his daughter, and so he pivoted to the restaurant business instead. This is why Du left Shangshu for Yumen, as she still refuses to leave the path of a martial artist and set out for a new city to make her fortune doing her dad's old job.

But while she complains about all of this to Waai Fu, Fu can't help but muse that even if Du's father was overbearing, he did what he did out of love for her. Her own father ditched her to go on a kung fu journey and never looked back, focusing only on becoming the best kung fu master in Yan and leaving Waai Fu to grow up without him. For Fu, having a dad like Zheng would have been much more preferable. Even if the path Zheng wants for Du is not what she wants for herself, at least he thinks about her, and lets her go her own way. Even if she's annoyed with her father, she still loves him, seen when she mistakenly assumes Waai Fu is still rooting for Huai Tianpei in his duel vs Chongyue, because obviously you'd still be cheering for your dad right?

There's quite a few details about Waai Fu's issues with Huai Tianpei. For example, whenever she watched TV at home, Hung or Mr. Lee would quietly change the channel any time a soap opera involved a child meeting their missing father. Lee is also concerned about Waai Fu losing her way and becoming too obsessed with a deadbeat that abandoned her and never even visited in ten whole years.

I liked that even after Tianpei saved her life by fighting a literal nature god for her, Fu thanks him for the rescue as is proper, but still immediately challenges him to a duel anyways. It's not going to be that clean, convenient story where Tianpei does one good thing and that somehow makes up for a decade of neglect.

Fu loses the duel. It's to be expected, as Tianpei has been training in kung fu for 40 years and has never lost to anyone, but despite that, Fu's satisfied. She managed to finally kick him right in the jaw as payback, and for her to be able to land blows on a master who's been training for longer than she's even been alive makes her confident the gap between them isn't impossible.

Eventually, she may surpass him, and even then, she doesn't have to. In the ten years since he left, she graduated magna cum laude in mechanical engineering, got a job at Rhodes Island, became a detective with her fellow strays in Lee's Detective Agency, she has a whole other life outside of the only thing her father cares about, and even then she's still on track to defeating him. She doesn't need him, and she doesn't need his respect, what with having her own life and family now. She just really, really wanted the opportunity to break his jaw, and she got it.

As a bonus, she also got to see Tianpei challenge Chongyue, First Under Heaven, immortal god, and the guy that literally created half of kung fu, and watch her dad get his ass kicked. Tianpei finally manages to find an opponent that even he can't defeat, and Chongyue is delighted to see that there's a mortal warrior so dedicated that someone finally managed to get the upper hand on him (momentarily) after centuries. It will take 360 more years of training for Tianpei to be able to surpass Chongyue, three centuries that he doesn't have (tigers don't live that long). It will take MUCH less time for Waai Fu however, to eventually catch up to him, though she may not even have to anymore.

In the end, Waai Fu is satisfied. And even when Tianpei leaves once again without saying a word, it doesn't bother her. She helped save the city, got to fight a god, got to punch and kick her deadbeat father, got to see another god demolish her deadbeat father, and now she can go home a hero with her real dad, the shady fish conman detective.

#Arknights spoilers

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sunflowericescribbles · 15 days

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A Radioapple SpyxFamily AU idea dump

It seems that I´ve become incapable of writing down my ideas into a decent story, so I will just dump everything into this post - and whoever wants to pick up these pieces and string it together into a coherent story is welcome to take them and run with it. I just need to get it out of the system otherwise I´m gonna mad here.

Setting:

SpyxFamily Universe - Cold War between Ostania & Westalis (if I wanted to be funny I´d have renamed them into "Elysiana" & "Ereboris" or smth like that, because there already exists Eden Academy, so why not turn it into "Heaven & Hell")

A/B/O- Universe (?)

Alastor as westalian spy known as "Smiles". He´s an expert in hiding in between shadows & and concealing his presence. (You only know he´s there when you see a creepy smile, but then it´s already too late for you.) Officially he works as a radio host at a radio station, which serves also the purpose to get the latest news from everywhere and subtly altering it if necessary. They also use it to communicate in code via broadcast. His excuse for getting almost murdered on the streets or for coming home with injuries will most likely be "haters of his radio persona" or "fanatic fans". Yes, he has a very intense fanbase (and hatebase), yes some might call him the radio demon.

He accidentally rescued a little girl called Niffty while on a mission, who refused to leave his side since then. And before he could get rid of her, his superiors had the brilliant idea to keep her, so he could take on operation "Strix", because it seemed that she´s smart (& old) enough to be enrolled in the famous Eden Academy.

Niffty is able to read minds, so she knows that the plan is to get closer to the youngest son of Sera Desmond, Adam. (You can imagine how the first meeting will go when I say that Adam will be terrified of her most of the time and will constantly try to convince everyone that she tries to murder him.) Lute will be his bodyguard, of course.

Our little gremlin will also make sure that Al gets a "wife"/mate/partner, because of course Eden Academy has this strange/stupid rule that the kids need to a whole set of parents to even have a chance to get into it. Al is not eager to go through the list of potential partners that his informant and old friend Husker provided him. Fortunately the problem solves itself with a chance meeting at the park where Niffty almost falls into a pond full of ducks.

And look who´s there! A cute little blonde (omega) with the name Lucifer, who is pondering his life choices and who´s in desperate need to prove that he´s NOT single and/or incapable of taking care of himself. See, he can still look after a kid and prevent her from falling head first into a pond. See, he can also sympathize with being a single parent, because he´s been in that role many years since Lilith´s death.

The wedding ring on his hand? Oh, that´s just an old remnant that he keeps wearing because he´s not really into finding a new partner & when they see the ring they usually back off and leave him be. Unfortunately it led to his new coworkers believing he was still married, because he had been too distracted (and not in the mood to talk about it) in giving them a direct answer ("I don´t have a wife"- "Oh sorry, husband then"). And somehow he talked himself into a corner with his adult daughter Charlie, too, because she believes he´s been dating someone for a while now. He had only been on a handful of dates because she had been constantly nagging him over the phone & then simply started lying to her about it to make her stop worrying.

Now he has one problem coming from two sides: His new coworkers invited him to a dance party, so he needs a dance partner - preferably his nonexistent husband, because he´s too embarrassed to admit he´s single now that he´s already been there for a while and never corrected this assumption. His daughter deems it appropriate to finally meet his new (imaginary) partner & make sure her dad is in good hands.

Lucifer also kinda fears that Charlie would actually throw away her carrier chances if she worried too much about him, because as much as he tried to hide his struggles from her, he knows she´s seen it. Luckily Charlie doesn´t (& hopefully never will) know how far he went to make ends meet for them, because he´s definitely not proud of it. He will never regret marrying Lilith & having Charlie, even though they got disowned by their families and never got the chance to finish their education at Eden Academy after they found out about them (and the pregnancy).

Lucifer is officially working a boring office job, but has a (regrettably) successful carrier as an assassin since his daughter´s childhood years, because he was desperate for money and would have done anything for his daughter to get her a at least somewhat decent childhood & education. His codename is "Rotten Apple" (he always leaves a faint smell of rotten apples behind) and he´s very good at disguising himself. His small and slender build also makes it easy for him to disguise as woman if necessary.

Anyway, Alastor & Lucifer come to the conclusion that it will benefit both of them if they entered a fake marriage. Lucifer is very glad he found Alastor, because not only can this man cook a thousand times better than him, he can also dance and make his coworkers jealous! Well, Charlie is not entirely convinced yet, but you have to forgive her, she´s very protective of her dad & worries too much (Vaggie is trying to convince her to let her dad be). Alastor is somewhat relieved that he found someone who has experience in child raising & knowledge of Eden Academy. He doesn´t care that his mate is older than him & already had a child roughly 20 years ago. If someone asks why he didn´t choose a younger one: He likes that they can enjoy the same things, such as music, dancing, playing instruments, etc. He´s also good with kids, has experience, doesn´t mind marrying someone with a child, does he need to go on? Ah, yes and both of them don´t ask too many unnecessary questions, because gotta keep their secrets.

Btw Vox is not happy about this fake marriage, because he wanted to play happy family with Al. (Niffty does not, she likes her new "bad boy" dad very much, thank you.)

#hazbin hotel au #spy x family au #Spy “Smiles” Alastor #Assassin “Rotten Apple” Lucifer #mind reader child Niffty #who terrorizes little Adam at school #fake marriage #Charlie is not happy about her dad´s dating choice #but has to live with it #Husker´s new side job is babysitter #abo dynamics #alastor x lucifer #radioapple #they can get Keekee as their pet #also Zestial is the class teacher #need to find a role for Angel

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nobodyfamousposts · 6 months

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Felix July - Tragic

Yes, I know this is years late. I hope it's worth it.

Follow up to the Betrayal prompt and an aftermath of Party Crasher:

*Click*

With that, the call ended. Felix gave a small sigh of relief.

At least that whole mess was over with. Mostly.

He looked up at the multitude of girls appearing all too pleased.

“I expect you’ll be having quite a few tokens of appeasement waiting for you come Monday. Maybe sooner.” He stated, returning his phone to his pocket.

“Thank you, Felix.” Alya said, sounding almost downright pleasant towards him for once.

“Don’t you think that was a bit mean?” Marinette asked. “I mean, they were doing it for Adrien.”

“The problem isn’t the party for Adrien, it’s that they lied to us about it and left us with all this work to handle by ourselves in the process.” Alya countered.

Mylene nodded. “It took a lot of planning to set this whole thing up and having most of the male portion of the city duck out at the last minute for a party they just set up that day is downright rude.” She looked away, pouting and muttering something about no kisses for a week.

Marinette felt a hand on her shoulder, drawing her gaze up to Felix. “They knew they would likely cause problems by doing this and chose to do so anyway. And so they decided to lie to try to avoid being caught. Whatever happens is a direct result of their actions, regardless of the supposed goodness of their reasons.”

“You’re saying that because they left you to nearly get your eyes clawed out.” Marinette pointed out.

His eye twitched. “But am I wrong?”

Well, he really wasn’t…

“Still…” She remained uncertain.

“They could have just invited Adrien and his bodyguard to help out here rather than start a party.” Rose pointed out.

“And leave all the work for us.” Alya added—because yes, she was still bitter about that.

“I still say we should use them as fertilizer.” Alix grumbled.

“Girls, this is a community project, meant to be for the community, not made up of the community.” Mylene reasoned.

“Even if they deserve it.” Juleka snarked, also still miffed and unwilling to let it go.

Rose smiled, beaming. “Still, that girls’ party sounds like a good idea.”

“It’d be a nice reward after all this.” Mylene agreed.

“Not to mention a nice petty revenge at the boys.” Alix said with a grin.

Marinette laughed, seeming relieved with the peaceful solution. “Better than killing them, at any rate.”

Felix clapped his hands, seemingly nonchalant.

“Well then, I hope you all have fun.” And with that, he turned to walk away.

Only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder and a smiling Alya.

…he did not like that smile. Not one bit.

The increasing grip on his being only added to his trepidation.

Alya, naturally, had no concern for this.

“Don’t say that, Felix! You’re coming too.”

A pause.

“What?”

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The week passed in relative normalcy. Emphasis on “relative” as it did still involve the drama of half of his classmates cowering and/or groveling before the other half. As well as much bemoaning, harrumphing, occasional begging, and the daily occurrence of walking into the classroom to be greeted by the sight of an array of flowers, candy, and gift baskets on the desks of one or more of the girls in the class each time he entered.

But it was surprisingly akuma-free, so Felix would consider it normal. An odd sort of normal, but normal nonetheless. It was nice. Peaceful, even.

…if not for the sense of impending doom he could feel creeping on him the more of the week that passed and the closer they got to the weekend—and the time of the planned “party”.

Felix knew that going to the party would be a bad idea. And not just because it was a girls’ slumber party. Or one that the girls in his class were throwing out of sheer spite due to the impromptu party the boys had thrown without them when they were supposed to be working together on that community project. Or because the girls in question had previously threatened his eyes. It was partly due to those things, certainly, but not solely.

He simply did not want to go. Period.

But like with many things in his life, Felix‘s feelings weren’t so much overlooked as they were completely disregarded.

Going to a party for the girls was not something Felix had any interest in. He wasn’t a people person in the first place and a slumber party with a number of teenage females was far from his idea of a good time, regardless of what his peers may believe. Furthermore, he was sure there were rules—or were SUPPOSED to be rules concerning the presence of boys at such things.

But apparently this was his punishment for his part in Lahiffe’s plot. Despite the fact he’d had no interest or involvement in that either. And had even been the one to explain what was going on.

Truly life was cruel.

Or maybe it was just Cesaire trying to make him miserable.

...considering the gleeful smirk on her face when she informed him of this decision, he was inclined to believe the latter.

“Don’t worry, Felix! It’ll be fun!” Assured Adrien Agreste, who was apparently either completely ignorant of what was to come or was simply a masochist.

And no, the fact that he would not be suffering this torment alone was no comfort.

“I’m so excited!” Agreste squeed—actually squeed the way the boy’s own fangirls did. Felix wanted to die from embarrassment on his behalf.

“I know! I can’t wait!” Agreed Whayhem Marot, whom Felix was sure would enjoy the event regardless simply as long as Agreste was there.

Felix twitched.

Why was he the only one who recognized it as the punishment it was? Even the other males in the class seemed to see this as a desirable or dare he even say enviable circumstance.

“Felix. Bro. We got to talk.”

Case in point: Nino Lahiffe as he grabbed Felix and dragged him across the courtyard to some impromptu meeting with the other idiotic males of the class. And Couffaine.

This was his life now, apparently.

“What is it?” Felix demanded. Demanded quite reasonably, in his opinion—given the grabbing and the forced interaction.

“Dude. While you’re there, don’t be looking at my girl.” Lahiffe warned him. Backed by the other relationship-bound males in the class whom were also giving him stern looks and nodding in agreement in defense of their respective girlfriends and girl friends.

Not that Felix had any interest in observing any of the aforementioned females in states of undress. And again, didn’t want to be there to begin with.

“But get pictures. We need pics, man!”

He wasn’t sure he would be able to be able to take pictures at all with the girls watching him. Much less take pictures of anyone when he wasn’t allowed to look at them.

“And details!”

“Yeah!”

More to the point...

Felix raised a hand in exasperation. “There are two problems with this. The first being that I don’t know anything about slumber parties.”

“It’s…y’know. Slumber. And parties.” Lahiffe frowned before turning to the others. “Guys, back me up!”

“I have compiled a list of top activities that tend to take place at slumber parties, along with their detailed explanations for your purposes.” Kante offered, holding out a ream of papers clipped together that could practically be its own book.

Felix shoved it back to the shorter boy with a glare.

“The second problem is that I don’t care.”

“Man, seriously?” Le Chien demanded, as if the reason Felix should want to go was supposed to be obvious. “This is a party! With girls!”

A pause.

Felix raised an eyebrow.

“...And?”

Le Chien scratched his head. “That’s…kind of supposed to be the reason.”

He turned away. “And I’m done here.”

Frustratingly, Lahiffe blocked his way.

“Come on, Felix! Adrien is going! Would you really let Adrien go to a girls’ party all alone?”

“Yes.” He replied without even the slightest hesitation.

If it was his choice, who was Felix to interfere? Or be needed to put himself at risk? Because that was the difference—Agreste actually WANTED to go and possibly meet death. A brutal, painful, burning, scarring death.

“Dude! You’re really just going to leave Adrien on his own?”

“I fail to see how that would be my problem.”

Or why they weren’t bugging Agreste about getting these desired ‘pics’.

“Besides, Marot is going so he won’t be ‘alone’, as you say.” Felix stated, even going so far as to make ‘quotation’ gestures for emphasis.

Lahiffe coughed. “Wayhem is…cool and all. But he’s a fanboy! And about as innocent as Adrien is!”

“Then they can learn together. Starting with why adolescent males should not be at slumber parties with adolescent females.”

“Oh come on, do you really think those two would do anything?” Le Chien questioned.

He said that like anyone would think Agreste and Marot would be the ones to worry about instead of the victims.

Felix expected that there would be bodybags.

…he expected one of those bags to be his own.

But on that note…

“Why isn’t Couffaine going?” He asked, gesturing to the musician who had apparently stopped by to drop off a delivery for the girls that likely had to do with the party in question.

Because surely, surely he of all people wouldn’t have earned the girls’ ire.

“Because Luka joined the guys’ party.”

Felix shot Luka a withering look.

“You disappoint me.”

Luka smiled, nervous and apologetic. “Sorry.”

“Make no mistake.” Felix stated, turning back to the others. “If I had any say in the matter, I would not be going to this party. At all.”

“Too bad you don’t have a choice!” Cesaire chirped, coming upon the group with a vicious smirk that made the other males scramble away like the dirty cowards they were. “We’ll be set for the night and you’re not allowed to run. Or we will know.”

Felix sighed.

How they had gotten his mother on board with this, he had no idea.

“This is a punishment, isn’t it?“

“What?” Cesaire fake gasped. “You’re going to be spending the night with a bunch of pretty girls, eating plenty of junk food and baked goods, and having tons of fun! How is that a punishment?“ She asked, fluttering her eyes at him.

Felix glared at her, unimpressed.

“I despise fun.”

“Careful Felix.” She said all too sweetly. “I would almost think you were rejecting our kind offer.“

Ah, yes. The “kind offer“ to not claw out his eyes at the low cost of one night of humiliation and degradation that would no doubt be used to haunt him for the rest of his life.

...he could learn Braille.

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The night of the party came, and at late afternoon, Felix was “escorted” to Le Grand Paris.

And by “escorted”, he meant “kidnapped”.

Not that his mother cared.

“Goodbye, Felix!” She called out, waving happily while seemingly ignoring the fact that he was literally being dragged away. “I’ll see you in the morning! Have fun!”

Evil woman. Evil vile woman.

“Come on, Felix! You don’t want to be late!” Cesaire said, all too cheerfully.

“I could just not go.” He muttered. He could very well hide out under a bridge. That would be unpleasant for the night, but still better than what was to come.

“How cute! He thinks he has a choice!” Cesaire cooed as she and Kubdel each stood on either side of him—likely to prevent him from escaping.

He gave her a flat glare. “Die. Die and come back as something pleasant.”

Cesaire just grinned smugly. Kubdel, for her part, rolled her eyes but went along with Cesaire.

It was clear there would be no avoiding this. All Felix could do was accept his fate and begrudgingly walk with the girls to the car that would be taking them to the party.

The only good thing to come of this was that Rossi would not be in attendance as she had not helped out with the volunteer project either.

Though Felix suspected that was just the official excuse so as to prevent discord during the night between Dupain-Cheng and Rossi…

…as well as prevent him from following through on his threat to jump out the first window available, regardless of relative distance to the ground.

You win this round, gravity.

“Hi, Felix!” Agreste greeted as Felix and his “escorts” entered the car.

Felix merely grunted in acknowledgment as the doors closed and his moving tomb started to head towards their destination.

Somehow, though for the life of him he would never understand precisely how, the girls had managed to convince Agreste’s anal-retentive father to consent to his son going to an all-girls’ slumber party.

Which would quite frankly be a miracle in and of itself. Felix has heard enough of the man over the years to know that this should have been an impossible feat. Even if Gabriel Agreste was the sort of man to believe in something as asinine as “fun”, no sensible parent would want to allow males at a sleepover comprising mostly of teenage daughters. And while Felix did question Mr. Agreste’s precise position on the line between “sensible” and “idiotic”, he had been sure that even that man would know better—if only to protect his slowly dying business from the scandal of his son spending a night with a bunch of girls.

Felix suspected some form of blackmail may have been involved.

Or mind control.

Agreste was clearly excited, practically bouncing in his seat. “This will be my first sleepover!”

“Mine too!” Merot chimed in.

It would be Felix’s as well, but that hardly meant it was a life goal and for the life of him, Felix didn’t understand why anyone would think it should be.

As the others continued chatting, Felix was contemplating the pros and cons of jumping out of a moving vehicle. They weren’t going too quickly. Maybe if he ducked and rolled? Or waited until it came to a complete stop?

Either fortunately or not, his contemplations were cut short as they had rather quickly arrived at the destination.

The Grand Hotel.

“It was really nice of Chloe’s Dad to let us have the party here!” Adrien said cheerfully.

Alya smiled.

Felix did not trust that smile. At all.

While none of the girls explained how they had gotten permission to use the hotel main event room for this party, Felix highly suspected that Mayor Bourgeois’s unusual acquiesce to their request had less to do with any good will than it did the very real threat that the girls involved were classmates of his daughter and could easily tell her that he had gone to that party at the mansion.

Adrien’s mansion.

Adrien. Her “best friend”.

A party SHE was not invited to.

To say she would be furious would be an understatement. And the fact that he had managed to keep his involvement secret from her was impressive in its own right. And maybe it would have worked out for him if Cesaire wasn’t involved and looking for vengeance.

Felix sympathized somewhat with the man. Only somewhat because….well…a grown man—and an easily recognizable politician at that? Going to that party was still an incredibly stupid thing to do. Not to mention somewhat creepy.

Andre Bourgeois seemed to think Felix was a kindred spirit as he smiled shakily at the boy, as if looking for some sympathy.

Or perhaps silently praying for him.

Felix would take the latter. He’d need all the help he could get to make it through this night.

The event room in question where the sleepover would be taking place was one of the hotel’s executive suites. There was a central room as well as two side bedrooms and a separate kitchen area. Not that Felix expected there to be much cooking if the laptop Haprele was opening up to the selection of a nearby pizzeria was any indication.

Lavillant and the younger Couffaine were already present and arranging the food and plates. Kubdel seemed to be setting up the television for various video games and movies.

Which left…

“Sorry I’m late!” Dupain-Cheng’s arrival was announced with an apology and a bang as she tried to open the door while holding several boxed of what he reasonably assumed were various pastries.

And with that, the gang was all here.

“Oh, let me help you with that, Marinette!” Agreste offered.

Felix prepared to step in himself. Knowing that girl’s crush, him coming closer to her would make her more likely to drop her cargo than help.

But he hadn’t needed to.

“No worries! I’ve got it!” Came a cheerful voice as another girl came in from behind her. She had tan skin and short red hair. And she seemed muscled, so the multitude of packages alongside her own bags were no trouble to her.

“Thanks, Odine!” Dupain-Cheng said, looking relieved.

Oh right. He remembered now. That girl was Le Chein’s girlfriend, Odine Soares. But why was she there?

As if sensing his confusion, Cesaire smirked. “Odine was invited to our party since she was also left out of the boys’.”

Soares settled the cartons on the table with a huff. “That was a real jerk move of the boys to make excuses to bail on their commitment, and I didn’t appreciate Kim using our swim sessions as a part of their excuse.” She turned to the others with a smile. “I do appreciate the invite though.”

Felix held up his hand. “Well, if this counts as an additional person for a party with limited room, it would be remiss of me to not give my place to someone more deserving—”

Cesaire grabbed his sleeve to keep him from his less than casual move for the door. Thankfully not his arm or they would likely have had a problem. “Oh come on, Felix!” She said, her grin a bit too wide to be innocent. “There’s no need for that!”

“I beg to differ. You just have fun and—”

The door closed behind him. The slam as clear as his own death knell.

“We insist.” Cesaire stated, her words clearly a warning.

Felix sighed and reluctantly moved to place his bags in the side room designated for the boys. When he returned, he found the girls in a discussion over horror movies or video games. With little option and wanting to open himself up to as little drama as possible, he chose to sit next to Agreste and Merot on the couch. His only allies for this mess of a night.

“This is going to be fun!”

“I know, right?”

…

…it seemed his allies had already fallen.

Felix was on his own.

___________________

The sleepover started simply enough.

Pizza was ordered. Soda was poured. Popcorn was popped and promptly somehow simultaneously fought over and used as ammo. Candy was shared.

They started with some Mecha Strike which all of them played—except for Dupain-Cheng, who was apparently banned due to her “mad skillz”. They played in teams that eventually came out with Lavillant and Felix as the winners—which he wasn’t at all smug about no matter Cesiare’s claim.

Then the girls insisted on a dance game. Felix, understandably, chose to sit out. To his surprise, Dupain-Cheng chose to sit out with him as well.

Or maybe it wasn’t that much of a surprise, given her natural clumsiness. No doubt it would be exacerbated due to the presence of her crush.

Still, that she chose to keep him company in his “dark and dreary” corner of the room (Cesaire’s words, not his) was…kind.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked, polite and considerate and everything he absolutely did not need right now.

He looked away, irritated. Seeing his expression, she frowned and sat next to him.

“I’m sorry you were dragged into this.” She said quietly. “I know this isn’t your idea of a good time.”

She wasn’t wrong. Felix’s idea of a good time was probably the exact opposite of the current situation. Somewhere quiet and alone. Likely his room with a book and some tea.

It was nice that someone at least recognized that. Not that it made a difference.

“I don’t blame you.” He assured her, insomuch that at least it wasn’t her he blamed. She could probably tell that much from the glare he sent towards Cesaire at her place on the couch and cheering on Agreste and Merot’s tag team in the dance game.

Oh yes, HER, he did blame.

As if feeling his glare on her, she turned to look at him and wagged her eyebrows in his direction.

He resisted the urge to make a profane gesture.

“Honestly, I think they’re just trying to stick it to the other boys for ditching us to throw a party where we’re specifically not invited.” Dupain-Cheng explained.

It wasn’t necessary for her to try to explain it away. Maybe she could convince someone who didn’t know better, but Felix knew full well that this was more than vengeance against the rest of their male classmates. Cesaire was taking full advantage of the opportunity to vex him as well.

But he would be magnanimous and refrain from pointing that out because she sounded a bit miffed about the whole prior incident and he wasn’t about to try and deny her her right to her fury over the matter.

Dupain-Cheng continued, smiling at him. “Since you at least stuck to your word and told us the truth about what was going on, this is kind of a reward.”

“But for whom? Because from my perspective, this is simply a punishment all around.” He bit out.

Marinette smiled. “But Nino and the guys won’t see it that way.”

Ah, yes. The adolescent male mind would no doubt see entry into this event as a privilege and something to envy.

That’s because they didn’t know better.

No doubt they simply thought of it as scantily clad girls sleeping together or whatever else their hormone-driven brains could imagine.

The truth was that it would be more embarrassing and aggravating than anything. Humiliating. Potentially traumatizing. And may very well end in death—most likely his own.

Felix wondered if letting the other males keep that foolish image would make this night worth it.

…it wouldn’t. He knew it wouldn’t. But he would still keep quiet about it because he blamed them almost as much as he blamed Cesaire since they started this mess in the first place.

And Felix deserved something today.

In his ruminations, Dupain-Cheng had left him to his thoughts, though only for a short time. A little while later, she had returned with some hot herbal tea.

It didn’t make him feel better about what this night would bring.

But it helped.

___________________

It wasn’t long before the group had gotten worn out from the more active video games and had turned to less active and more personal time.

The girls had sat in a circle, back to front. For…simultaneous hair-styling, apparently. They had a number of hairbands, clips, head pieces, and decorations with which to adorn each other while they talked and gossiped. Agreste and Merot excitedly joined them in the circle as well.

“Felix! You should join!” Agreste invited.

“Yeah,” Cesaire said with what could only be an evil smirk. “There’s a spot for your right here!” She patted the space in front of her.

Felix gave her a dry glare. “You’re not subtle, Cesaire. I know better than to trust you anywhere near my hair.”

She pouted but turned to Dupain-Cheng instead.

Felix watched in some limited amusement at the mixture of decent styles and outright monstrosities that were born of the styling circle. Agreste ended up with his hair covered in pink clips by an overly enthusiastic Lavillant. Merot ended up with wild streaks from Kubdel and…wow, he was glad he didn’t join. He hadn’t thought they’d bring hair dye.

Cesaire, much to his vindication, ended up with her hair looking somewhat akin to a hydra after Merot separated her hair into a number of separate mismatched asymmetrical ponytails and then used hair spray to keep them in place. Whatever hairstyle the boy had been going for had failed atrociously, but they seemed to get a good laugh out of it…and only convinced Felix all the more that he was right to avoid it altogether.

If only he would be able to avoid the next activity.

Because then came THE game. The one Felix knew was coming. The one he dreaded.

“Truth or Dare~!”

Was it too late to jump out the window?

He glanced over, seriously considering it. They were only a few floors off the ground. Just 10 or 12. It wasn’t that much, right? He could make it.

Or he would fall into the sweet, sweet embrace of death and never have to experience another night like this.

Unfortunately, Kubdel and Lavillant blocked the path to the window—likely the former knowing more of his plan than the latter, who just smiled at him innocently and asked if he wanted to sit next to her for the game.

“Of course he would!”

Before he could even speak, Cesaire had reached an arm around his shoulders and “guided” him to the circle where everyone was now facing the center and preparing to play.

“I can escape.” He hissed to her. “Don’t think I wouldn’t.”

“Oh sure, you could.” She whispered back in agreement. Then she smirked. “And what a shame that would be. Marinette would be disappointed. I guess this would leave me with no choice but to distract her from your absence and use this opportunity to continue Operation Adrinette and all of us would be free to ask Adrien so many questions about who he likes.”

Something about that struck him as more distasteful than remaining at the party and taking part in the game.

And given the way she was looking at him, Cesaire knew it, too.

“Plus you’ll have to go home sooner or later.” She added with a smirk. “And your mother is going to want all the details of her son’s ‘first sleepover’. Imagine her disappointment if she finds out you ditched us?”

…vile girl.

“Fine.” He hissed, moving to join the ‘Circle of Friendship’.

Most of the group seem elated as he sat among them. Kubdel was snickering. Lavillant looked on the verge of squealing. Agreste and Merot smiled at him with their ignorant, oblivious, innocent eyes.

Dupain-Cheng looked nervous. Understandable, given the nature of the game they were about to play and her history of embarrassment at the hands of her so-called ‘friends’. Something that a game like this would only open her up for in spades.

If nothing else, he supposed he could at least try to help spare her the death of embarrassment. If only to spare himself the same.

The first rounds were simple, silly things.

“What was your worst akuma?”

“I dare you to impersonate Hawk Moth!”

“Try to pun like Chat Noir!”

At least Cesaire was keeping to her word with him there, as she had yet to try any of her silly matchmaking shenanigans. And the other girls seemed to be following her lead, as none of them did anything of the sort either.

Then of course, came the inevitable…

“Felix! Truth or Dare?” Lavillant asked cheerfully.

He immediately felt his back straighten.

She was cheerful. And out of all the classmates, the girl was the most kind—seemingly. But also the most naive and impressionable. Cesaire could have put her up to something.

But she wouldn’t willingly make him do anything she knew would hurt him, right?

He felt a grin from the side and resolutely chose to not look at Cesaire.

“Dare.” He said. Against all better judgement.

“I dare you…” Lavillant said, drawing it out as she seemed to be trying to think of something.

“To style Juleka’s hair!”

He blinked.

“Come again?”

“You didn’t get to take part in the hairstyle circle so it’s only fair!” She insisted.

“Yeah!”

“Style something for us, Felix!”

“Use your modeling skills!”

…well, that wasn’t so bad, at least.

“Fine.” He agreed, rolling up his sleeves. All the better to get this over with quickly. And with as little fuss as possible.

“You okay with this, Felix?” Dupain-Cheng asked. At least she was kind enough to have some concern for his comfort. He wasn't fond of touching people, after all.

He shrugged.

“It could be worse. They could have me shirtless and serving them drinks.”

A pause.

A long pause.

“Can I change my dare?”

“No.” He replied immediately.

#ml fic #felix culpa #felix july #felix month 2019 #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #in which alya is evil #and having too much fun #adrien is obivious #only felix understands #and suffers #felix suffers

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yourstartreatment · 5 months

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i’ve got a burning desire for you, baby

warnings: smut, masturbation (f/m), piv (without condom), slight spanking (+ slaps on face), degrading, praises, pet names, overstimulation, rough!dom!alex x sub!reader, aftercare, description of body, harassment (not much), mention of angst, cheating

[ based on this request ]

smut under the cut // mdni!

you couldn’t miss matt and breana’s wedding, after all they’ve done for you, you couldn’t not show up. with your lilac dress, you arrived at villa aurelia and showed your invitation to a bodyguard at the entrance.

you walked in, with other couples near you, you regretted to came alone, matt and breana proposed you to invite a friend of yours, but you refused.

the villa was breathtaking, with a lot of decorations, it was simply beautiful, and matt and breana with their wedding planner, set up a beautiful location.

you felt a bit disoriented as you walked out the villa, for enter in the stunning garden all decorated for the wedding.

you started seeing friendly faces, you knew most of them since you were once a close friend of them all, but after you and alex divorced, you lost contacts with most of those people.

katie and kelly quickly walked towards you, with a huge smile. you missed them a lot, it’s been an year since the last time you saw them.

you can’t lie, they always kept you updated about the band (even if could you see it from social media), the guys themselves and alex.

you couldn’t even remember how you two broke up, you really argued too much for jealousy, busy schedules and other stupid little things that comported your divorce.

“oh my y/n” katie greeted you, hugging your body tightly, and so kelly does.

“how are you?” the second girl asked softly, they always been so good at read your emotions.

you were the youngest of the group and you always saw them as your older sisters.

“i’m— uh, fine… i think” you replied softly, not completely sure, you wanted to ask about alex, but you prevented it with biting your tongue for not saying anything else.

“yeah” she nodded slowly, putting an and on your shoulder in a comforting way.

“uhm.. is he here with.. someone?” you mumbled softly, while grasping your purse tightly, trying to ease your anxiety.

the girls exchanged a look and you nodded, understanding that he’s not alone.

of course he moved on, it’s been a year after all.

but you, you just couldn’t.

you were his and that’s wasn’t going to change, maybe you’re being more of a hopeless romantic. you were just imagining something that could never happen again.

you were his in every sense: he’s been your first he was going to be your last.

maybe you should change your mind because that was only damaging you, but we’re talking about alex, not some lovers.

from someone else's perspective, you were just trying to have something that won’t ever happen again, but from yours, you’re just being too in love.

you don’t even know if your thoughts make sense, you know they’re stupid.

the next minutes were passing very slowly, your mind was filled with thoughts, you're always been an overthinker, but you always had alex to reassure you about your stupid thoughts.

after a while of listening katie and kelly talking, the wedding planner asked the guests to sit on their reserved seats.

you were on breana's side fortunately, near her cousins (you met them a few years ago during a gig); the couple probably knew that wasn’t a good idea sat you on matt‘s side, you weren’t still ready to meet nick and jamie, or — see alex’s new girlfriend.

you didn't see him yet, you were quite sure he wasn’t going to be matt’s best man, and now that you were thinking about it, probably they were going to be even jamie and nick.

you started chatting slightly with breana’s cousin, she was really excited about the wedding and she wondered where the groom was, and you did too.

you don’t know if you’re ready to see him, after an year, a whole fucking year without him, you don’t even know how you’re still alive without him.

you know you’re exaggerating, but you also know about your attachment issues, and after all the promises he made, after a wedding, he left you without words, after broke up with you.

the thing that you weren’t ready to accept, happened, matt positioned himself near the priest, followed by alex, jamie, nick and his brother.

alex with his gelled hair, wearing a black suit and he was so fucking handsome.

you held a breath, noticing how much he changed in a year. you heard that he was creating a project with miles, one of your and his closest friends, who keep you updated a bit about your ex’s life.

you could notice a slight beard in his chin, even if you were meters away, his hair was longer, but gelled, with few of it falling down his face.

he was so fucking—

“stop looking at him” breana’s cousin nudged your ribs with her elbow.

“i’m not looking at him” you mumbled fidgeting nervously in your lilac dress, pouting.

“you are” she replied softly, taking your hand in her, “i know what you’re thinking— but you have to move on y/n..” she sighed softly.

you hummed, not quite sure of what to think about now, you have so many thoughts.

after an hour or so, the wedding ended, and you’re all invited inside the villa to have lunch.

breana was simply beautiful, smiling, holding matt’s hand and their little girl amelia in her arm, as they reached you. you hugged them, and kissed your niece in law’s forehead.

“i’m so happy for you, guys” you smiled honestly, as you started talking a bit about the wedding, and so.

then, breana’s face started to fall as she exchanged a look with matt, then they both tilted their head to you.

the lunch, the fucking lunch.

“you’re sitting with katie and kelly, jamie and nick..” matt started slowly, but breana interrupted him.

“alex’s next to you” she said, in the most excusing tone.

“oh alright” you just replied and it seemed a bit caring about voice, but your mind was filled with thoughts.

the married couple asked if you were okay and simply nodded, replying that it’s been an year and that you moved on, but you all knew it was a lie for convince yourself.

they dismissed you, with two soft kisses on your forehead going to meet other guests.

you reached the inside of the villa, a large time was adorned with flowers and lots of table, a full bar in the near one with many cocktails and few barmen.

you sat at the table, after greeted nick and jamie that you ignored for two whole hours, for your sake though.

then, the empty seat next to you was being occupied by the man you knew so well, alex.

he didn’t notice you, or maybe he pretended, but it seemed an honest reaction when his mouth slightly dropped when he saw you.

“y/n” he breathed, smiling cocky, smirking as he always does. “how are you?” he asked.

you had enough time to prepare your words when you had to meet him, but they seemed dispersed in your mind.

“i’m— okay” you mumbled, with a slight tremble voice and a little smile. the tension is palpable, the guys’ eyes are fixated on you and the time seemed stopped.

“good” he nodded slowly, keeping smiling, probably enjoying seeing you feeling uncomfortable with him.

“oh, i didn’t introduce you” he pointed to the girl next to him, a tall red head girl with big eyes and lips, her breasts looked like they were spilling out of her dress.

“y/n - jenny, jenny - y/n” he smirked.

was he doing it on purpose? certainly.

“my pleasure, alex talked about you a lot” she smirked in the same way, offering her hand to you to hold, you did it just because you’re educated.

what did he talk about with her? bad things, obviously, maybe he painted you as the crazy ex wife who left him, who should be close in a psychiatric ward.

you just faked your smile, then tilting your head to the other guys around you.

your eyes were slightly wide, thinking about this meeting and the fact that alex is fucking sitting next to you.

katie, who is sitting next to you, took your hand in her, caressing the back of it with her thumb, trying to soothe the tension in your body.

you spent two hours sitting at the table with them, and after a few meals you felt the need to drink something with more alcohol.

you excused yourself and under alex’s eyes, you got up and walked out the large room, going to the bar’s one.

you walked up to the bar and smiled slightly at the bartender, then you ordered a martini.

you waited for it, leaning against the counter with your elbow and your purse near you; after a few minutes the bartender placed it in front of you.

you were sipping it slowly, tasting it on your tongue, while thinking about how the lunch was going, then you felt an arm wrapping your shoulders, slipping on them as the stranger sat next to you.

it made you tense a bit since you felt quite uncomfortable under his gaze, he looked like he was making a screening.

“how are you, pretty lady? who could someone left a beautiful girl as you alone?” he started, you could smell the alcohol coming from his heavy breath.

you ignored, as much as you could, since he started caressing your arm, moving then his disgusting hand towards you cheek. you tilted your head away from his touch.

“oh c’mon, don’t be like that” he whined, smirking awkwardly, making you shiver because you’re not enjoying this moment at all.

the bartender wasn’t even paying attention, no one was actually paying attention to how you were being harassed by this drunk man.

but then, a miracle.

“here you are, doll, this jerk is annoying you?” the familiar voice hugged you, alex showed up, wrapping protectively your waist pressing his fingertips onto it.

you didn’t know what to reply, alex knew what was happening and it took all of his self-control to not punch him right away.

it’s been age since you felt so protected by someone; fuck, you missed his touch so much, you were craving for it.

“go, before i fucking break your nose” alex’s cold voice went down your spine making you shiver, and alex noticed.

you felt your panties getting wetter second by second, you always have a thing for his voice.

the man nodded slowly, since alex was being quite intimidating with his piercing eyes, so he got up and walked away; alex was going to make sure he’s going to be kick out.

“are you okay, y/n?” he asked, walking in front of you, with his hands on your shoulders.

“did he harm you in any way?” he continued, noticing that you looked quite zooned out.

you quickly returned on the earth and you nodded, slurring your words, because you were still thinking about the fact that he was actually touching you.

“uh yeah, yeah— thank you” you mumble, actually quite embarrassing due the moment of silence, you moved a few strands of hair behind your ears nervously, looking at him, while your cheeks are coloured with red.

you’re blushing like a teenager, because he’s touching you after an year and because your panties are fucking drenched due his stupid and cold and hot voices

you’re feeling like a teenager, you’re feeling horny as they usually are.

you don’t know how you ended up in his reserved room in the villa, without your dress while being pinned against the wall as you were kissing passionately.

you released a moan in his mouth as his hand grabbed your breast strongly, palming it through your lacey white bra, which makes you really angelic.

“please” you breathed, you’re craving for his touch, you need to feel him inside you, it’s been too much since the last time you two have a proper sex.

“someone is eager to be touched, eh?” he mocked you, pinning your wrists above your head and moving his leg between yours after noticing that you were closing your thighs trying to have some friction.

you whimpered as his knees touched your needy core, he could almost feel your wetness through his trousers. you buckled your hips, but he quickly pulled away.

“are you being a brat, my little slut?” he grabbed your face with his free hand, “c’mon, tell me” he smirked.

“i’m being a brat” you muttered.

you still remembered the kind of rules you established years ago and you knew pretty well that it's better not to make him mad in any way while he’s ‘wearing’ his ‘dom’ suit.

“good you know, down all fours, on the bed” he said firmly, leaving free your wrists.

he almost worried for you, because you seem already so lightheaded, or maybe he’s just feeling guilty because he’s cheating on his girlfriend - who is most of a rebound.

“you still remember the safe word?” he asked you carefully, while caressing your asscheeks slowly. you hummed, “red” you mumbled softly. “good girl” he praised you.

then the first slap on your ass collided, provoking a pleasurable pain, you knew alex was going to leave bruises.

he then removed your lacey panties, mocking you again for being so drenched, just turned on from hearing his voice.

his ran his fingers through your folds, then he slipped two of them inside you, stretching your little hole so delicious.

you can’t lie; thinking about how many times you touched yourself pretending he was actually him, it’s never been the same though.

but now you're just enjoying yourself while alex is giving one of the most powerful orgams of your life, just with his magic fingers.

“you’re such a needy whore, aren’t you?” he said sarcastically, giving you another slap on your ass while thrusting you.

“need to come.. please can i?” you moaned on the pillow you put under your head, trying to ease your loudly moans, since you both didn’t want to the guests hear you two fucking.

“yes, doll, cum all over my fingers, let me know how much you missed me” he mocked you, while adding pressure on your needy clit, making you come.

“fuck” you mumbled, while tears are rolling down your cheeks due the overstimulation.

“don’t think we’re done here, pretty girl” he smirked, “need to ruin your makeup, get down on your knees” he said firmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

you weren’t exactly sure if he wanted you on the bed or on the floor, so you opted for the last one and you knelt at his feet.

you noticed his bulge through his black trousers, you undone his belt and pulled down his boxer and pants with a movement, letting free his cock, his huge cock. it looked like it was even more big than what you remembered.

alex didn’t let you time, that he started fucking your face, after grabbing your hair in one hand.

you hold the gag, you learned after many blowjobs how to not actually suffocate yourself on his cock while he does something like that.

he pulled out for a few seconds while drool is down your chin, while tears are still running and they probably weren’t going to stop. he slapped your face slightly, it almost looked like a pornographic scene.

“what a pretty doll, i bet you missed my cock, yeah?” he said, slapping you face again.

you nodded slightly looking at him with your big and quite red eyes, watery, in your most innocent expression.

he slowed down a bit, giving you the permission to stroke him with your hands while slowly sucking him off at your pace.

you missed his groans so much, they were really pornographic, you remembered when he used to tell you, during aftercare, how you’re been the only one to do such a blowjob.

he caressed you face, while looking at your watery eyes, not wanting to break eye contact once.

“want to cum all over your face, pretty girl” he let out a moan as he pulled out your warm mouth his cock with an audible ‘pop’.

he pumped himself a few times, then finally his cum went all over your face, covering your eyes, mouth as you stick out your tongue to catch it, nose, even your breast he painted.

“fuck” he groaned, “you’re so fucking pretty” he mumbled leaning for a passionate kiss, as he pulled you on your feet while grabbing your waist, eventually he discarded your bra on the floor.

you unbuttoned his shirt, while he fully removed his boxer and trousers, kicking them with his loafers.

he laid you down the bed, on your back while you were already breathing heavily, craving for his cock inside you.

he positioned himself between your legs, while preparing you again with a few touches, even if you were really soaking, he didn’t want to hurt you.

he already knew that you haven’t seen someone in that year, matt told him, so he also knew that you were so tight.

he pumped himself again, still leaking a bit of his cum, lubricating his length. he then aligned his cock at your entrance, and with slowly and painful movements (you needed him so badly), he finally got into you.

your walls clenched around him, making the both of you moan in simultaneous. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight” he groaned, nibbling slightly your neck as to hold himself to fuck you immediately, he was waiting your permission to move.

you whimper, so he started moving deep and slowly, as he liked. he wanted to feel every inch of you, his tip perfectly hit your g-spot so deliciously, making you moan every time, while scratching his back. “‘m gonna cum again, al” you moaned loudly, as he continued to fuck you dumb.

he added more stimulation now that his thumb is pressed against your clit, making circles on it. “oh fuck” you sweared, crying out of pleasure. you thighs are shaking slightly, as your climax hit you once again, reaching your highest level.

alex is capable of making you roll your eyes at the back of your head, he makes you feel in heaven, you’re lucky because he knows your body so well.

“‘m gonna fill you babygirl, do you understand?” he asked, while caressing your cheeks.

you nodded, feeling so lightheaded and fucked dumb as his cum painted your walls perfectly, you missed it, you missed the feel of being so full.

as he pulled out slowly, being careful, he left kisses on your forehead, praising you for how you’ve been a good girl for him, making you smile slightly, tiredly.

he got up, and went to the bathroom to clean himself and take another pair of boxers from the bag he prepared to stay overnight at the villa.

he then took a wet cloth and started to clean you up, very slowly, knowing that you’re already so sensitive and you don't need more stimulation.

few moments later, you were under the covers hugging each other. alex wrapped an arm around you as you’re resting your head down his bare chest.

“we fucked” you were the first to talk, because you had to stop that awkward silence that is being more than noisy.

he didn't stop to stroke your hair, even if he released a deep breath, nodding slowly to you.

“you cheated on jenny” you whispered, almost feeling bad for her, probably waiting for him innocently at the table, waiting for him to come back while everyone else at it knows where you two actually are and what you’re actually doing.

“i don't love her” he mumbled, sighing softly, “just.. a rebound - yeah, i suppose i wanted to make you jealous” he admitted softly, feeling a bit guilty.

you don’t know how to reply, he left you without words once again. “i love you” you whisper, without thinking twice about it, he smiled, because he knew it.

matt always told him, thanks to breana, that she never stopped loving him once. he never missed an update about you, even if he wasn’t with you, he was still being that kind of protective angel.

“i haven’t stopped loving you once” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 6 months

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The Love of a Princess - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Simpson!OC (Princess Alexandra)

Word Count: 2.3k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Series Warnings: (Modern-ish) Royal AU; Meant to Be Set in 1920s/1930s; AU Country/World; Inspired by History; Royal Protocol; Bodyguard AU; Implied Very Much Legal Age Gap; Mentions of Arranged Marriage; Mentions of Social Construct of Virginity; Sexism; Angst; War and Politics; Eventual Non-Descript and/or Implied Sexual Content; OCs

Series Summary: When Princess Alexandra is sent to the countryside to allow her father, King Beau, to deal with pressing state issues, she views it as a banishment. But with Lieutenant Bradshaw of the Royal Navy accompanying her, perhaps she can finally find the freedom she's been searching for her whole life.

A.N. Very lightly inspired by the first two seasons of the Crown, but it's not meant to reflect that or take on a distinctly British tone.

Master List

Part 2

There was always a silent freedom of the early morning, when the sun was just starting to rise and drops of dew were still forming on the blades of grass. It was her father, the King, that taught her that it was the early hours of the morning where she would always find the most peace in the day.

It was when she was allowed to be herself, and not the Princess, Heir Apparent to the Throne. When the weight of the day had not yet fallen on her shoulders, and she could still breathe freely. And when for just a moment, she could enjoy complete serenity.

As such, there was rarely a morning that Princess Alexandra was not out in the gardens or even a ride when she was out in the country. And this morning was no different.

Sitting on a stone bench in the middle of the gardens—as far away from the walls of the palace as she could get without a chaperone—Princess Alexanda quietly read her book, humming to herself as she reached to take a small sip of her coffee. She just needed a few moments to herself before her country called for her and she was forced to become Princess Alexandra.

From her conversation with her private secretary the night before, she understood that today involved more meetings with stuffy statesmen. Ones that viewed her as a silly little girl playing dress up in the role of the future queen, yet none of them could actually say it or even think it too loudly. And Alexandra was tired of it.

“You should be getting ready for your meetings,” a voice called from her left, causing her to look up suddenly from her book.

“You know how I feel about those meetings,” Alexandra sighed, turning away from her father and back to her book. “Besides, my outfit is already selected for me, down to the earrings and even the stockings. My schedule has been picked for me. And even the words that should travel from my brain to my mouth have already been decided without me.”

“I thought you normally had coffee when you came out here to read?” King Beau mused, resting his hands on his knees.

“I do.”

“Then why are you still so crabby?” he teased his eldest daughter, nudging her with his elbow. Alexandra shot her father a look but it quickly dissolved into an amused smile. “It will get easier with time. I promise, my dear.”

“More automatic, you mean,” she sighed, marking her book before shutting it.

“Perhaps,” he replied softly. “But you’ll find your way, Alexandra. Your own way.”

“I will certainly try.”

“I know that you will. But right now, you should get back to your room and get ready for today before you scare your maid. There are military men coming today. And military men are always on time. You can’t be late.”

“Alright,” Alexandra replied, getting up from her seat. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she bid her father goodbye. She made it a few steps before turning on her heel and asking her father, “Who’s coming today that’s so important?”

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“Remind me again why the princesses need additional security? And from a man like me, no less?” Bradley asked, walking a step behind his uncle into the palace.

“Tensions are rising across the globe. The King quietly wants the princesses to be shuttled out to the countryside while he’s in intense meetings all day.”

“He doesn’t want to alarm them?”

“I would think so. He doesn’t need distractions. It’s a very delicate situation everywhere and the princesses are young.”

“The future queen is very much an adult,” Bradley pointed out to Maverick.

“In age, certainly. But in the eyes of the country and of the government, not entirely,” Maverick replied, taking the steps in front of him quickly.

“But why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

“That’s a bullshit answer.”

“Do not swear when in the palace,” Maverick hissed, nudging Bradley with his hand. “And be careful here. There are ears in the walls.” Maverick quickly adjusted Bradley's medals and straightened out his collar before shooting Bradley another look. “Just get through today and then you can act like a normal human being again.”

Bradley nodded and followed his uncle’s lead. They walked into a grand room where several gentlemen were mingling. Most of them were in military uniforms, but there were still a fair number of aristocrats running around the place. Probably annoyed at all the commoners running around, if Bradley had to guess. But he stood silently as Maverick led him over to Ice.

“Prime Minister Kazansky,” Maverick greeted, causing Ice to turn.

“Captain Mitchell,” he returned, shaking Maverick’s hand as if they were meeting for the first time. But the smiles shared between them clearly showed a level of familiarity that Ice didn’t share with the other high-ranking officials in the room. Ice turned to Bradley and extended his hand again, as if he was not at Bradley’s military academy graduation, “And Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

“Prime Minister,” Bradley stated, struggling a bit to hide the familiarity in his tone.

“Are you prepared for your next mission, Lieutenant?” Ice asked, folding his arms behind his back.

“Yes, sir. I have studied the mission extensively, as I would any military operation,” Bradley replied, sharing a look with Maverick. “Though, I must admit that I don’t know why this mission has become mine in the first place.”

“There were several factors at play,” Ice explained quietly, keeping his voice low. “The King served in the Royal Navy and therefore trusts a Navy man more than he would another. Your record is exemplary, and your personal recommendations are pristine. You are young and agile. And you don’t have any record of being a fanatic concerned with the Royal Family.”

“Fanatic?” Bradley repeated, confused.

“Fanatic, yes. The Princess is still unmarried, of course, and as she is of marrying age, the King does not want any fanatics or obsessive social climbers anywhere near her.”

“Then why did he invite them?” Maverick asked dryly, gesturing to a group of nobles on the other side of the room. At Ice’s expression, Bradley turned to Maverick with a small smirk. “Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t know proper decorum at these events, Mav.”

“If you would all please get into your order,” a voice boomed from the entryway.

Bradley followed Maverick and stood at the very end of the line. Straightening up, he stared ahead, waiting for the King and Princess to finally arrive. He had seen photos of them, of course, but meeting them in person was different. The black and white of the photos still hid details that Bradley felt like he needed to know if he was going to act as a guard to the three princesses.

The doors opened as Bradley turned his head to watch the King step into the room and greet Ice at the head of the line. Maverick told Bradley that the King was a bit stuffy and a stickler for the rules, but when one truly got to know him outside of his duties, he was a man of exceptional character with a strong, caring nature.

Turning his head again, Bradley paused when he saw the Princess Alexandra step into the room.

Her hair was curled and pinned back into place in a bun that Bradley was sure could probably survive a bomb. She wore a simple gray dress and coat with matching heels, looking a bit like an accountant as she followed a few steps behind her father. And the necklace around her neck was quite simple for the future Queen.

But when she looked down the line and briefly locked eyes with him, there was no mistaking her for an ordinary woman. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, analyzing every minute detail put in front of her, down to the shine of each medal on each man’s chest and the quality of the thread below it. Her quietness that the papers liked to discuss was not timidness, but simply a pause.

Like a lioness waiting in the grass for the right moment to strike.

~~~~~

Princess Alexandra had been through about a thousand lineups in her life and every single one was as boring as the last. There were never people that she wanted to meet—scholars, artists, individuals who did not treat her like a dainty doll that they could manipulate as they pleased, but rather a strong woman with her own thoughts.

No, it was just a lineup of stuffy statesmen and nobles that all thought she was an idiot waiting for her chance to burn it all down through her own delusion.

But she didn’t mind Prime Minister Kazansky.

“Your Royal Highness,” Ice greeted her with a nod of his head, “it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Prime Minister,” she returned, shaking his hand briefly. “And please tell me that I have the continued mercy of having you at my side at lunch.”

“Indeed, miss.”

“Good,” she stated with a genuine smile before she was ushered on.

Going down the line of statesmen and nobles, she had to bite back a grimace when she saw the next man in the lineup. Michael Warrington, the next Earl of Avon. And the man who seemed so intent on seducing her that it was honestly laughable. She had about as much interest in his serpentine smile, bad breath, and small mind as she had interest in getting shot in the face.

“Lord Warrington,” she greeted him politely.

“Your Royal Highness, it is a pleasure to see your beautiful face again,” he drawled, shaking her hand for a bit longer. Thank goodness she was wearing gloves, or she would have to thoroughly sanitize her hands after this encounter. “We missed your presence at the races. I believe you are a good luck charm for our horses.”

“You are too kind, Lord Warrington.” As she turned to the next man in the line, she muttered under her breath, “Really too kind.”

Making her way down the rest of the way, Alexandra came to the last two men in line. They were both dressed in naval uniforms that were freshly pressed and medals that were recently heavily shined. But she could tell that they were both not used to these events. And that automatically made them more interesting to her.

“The Captain Peter Mitchell of the Royal Navy,” her attendant introduced Maverick to her.

“Captain Mitchell,” she stated, extending her hand for him to shake. “My father has told me a great many stories of your valiance in the Royal Navy.”

“I do hope only the stories that paint me in a good light, Your Highness.”

“Only those that paint him in a good light, I’m afraid,” she replied with a note a humor in her tone. “What brings you to our fine palace today, Captain Mitchell?”

“Military matters, miss.”

“Of course.”

“And the matter of your security, as well.”

“My security?” Alexandra repeated, trying to not show her confusion.

“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw of the Royal Navy,” her attendant continued, pushing her along.

With her usual stately mask slipping, Alexandra stepped to the side, turning to the man standing beside Maverick, whom her father had been talking to for a few moments longer than the other guests. Looking up at the lieutenant, she felt her cheeks instantly warm with girlish embarrassment that she swore she had outgrown.

He was tall, but not gangly. Nowhere near gangly. The white fabric of his naval uniform was absolutely pristine and outlined the size of his strong frame. His face was tanned, showing that he spent much time out in the sun, and he wore a finely trimmed mustache on his upper lip that framed his plump lips.

She wouldn’t mind statesmen who looked more like him.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw,” she greeted him, offering him her hand.

“Your Highness,” he returned politely, nodding his head to her before shaking her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“The honor is all mine, Lieutenant,” she stated softly.

“Alexandra,” her father called, causing her to turn to him, “Lieutenant Bradshaw will be joining you and your sisters in the country.”

“Wonderful,” was all she managed, shooting Bradley a small smile. “Well, I look forward to spending more time with you, Lieutenant.”

“I as well, Your Highness.”

Alexandra nodded back to Bradley before following her father towards the dining room where the state lunch would be taking place. When they were a few steps away, her stately expression slipped, and she turned to her father with a look that her mother used to shoot him when she knew that details were being kept from her.

“I’m supposed to go to the country with Ellie and Sophie next week?” she asked quietly, but with a strong measure of force behind her words. “And with a guard?”

“Something has come up,” Beau replied just as quietly as they approached the table. “We will discuss it later tonight.”

“Or never at all?” Alexandra needled, pursing her lips together.

She shot her father one last look before walking around to her side of the table. Beau took a breath before moving to do the same. He was never concerned that his eldest daughter would be able to keep herself composed at these state events. But he was concerned for the sharpness of her words afterwards.

Bradley found himself at the end of the table, but yet he could still see the Princess standing in the middle, beside Ice. She kept her composed expression, but the daggers in her eyes only seemed to have sharpened.

The lioness was getting ready to pounce.

Part 2

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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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Businessman Toji x f!reader ୨ part 2 ୧

Part two of the last blog postt

Hope you like this 👀

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CW - rough sex, spanking, name calling, jealous sex, makeup sex, non spoken consent, Toji is low-key hypocritical but he redeems himself, slight fluff at the end ♡

A/n - took me 3/4 hours so enjoyy. If anyone requests it I'll do a part 3 (Not proofread or grammar checked cus I was lazy 💀)

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Your complicated work relationship with Toji was frustrating.

To the public, you were just his assistant, there to help him with whatever problem he had but once the doors were closed, you were his plaything.

Toji would shower you with kisses and the best sex you've ever had and call you his and only his. He even wanted to go public with your 'situationship' at some point but you refused. You knew this could cause rumours and you didn't want to effect his reputation in any way. Especially since he was doing amazing for himself.

The only problem you faced with this whole façade was that there was no label on it. You didn't mind at first but it began to get on your nerves.

Especially when one of his ex flings came running back to him during your work hours.

You were in toji's office when it happened, the door suddenly opening with one of toji's bodyguards holding a guilty expression, in front of the big man was a girl dressed in a tight purple dress. Brown highlights contrasting her blonde hair. She gave me a slight glance before walking towards Toji, slamming her hands onto the table.

"Toji! Why didn't you invite me to the gala tonight!"

That was where you were both heading to next. A charity gala that toji's business partner - Gojo - was hosting. Despite your complaining, toji made it clear that he was taking you as his plus one.

"Busy." Toji replied, typing away on his computer. He clicked his fingers and the bodyguard came over to the young woman.

"Miss pearl, you need to leave now." He instructed.

The lady glared at him and looked like she was going to throw a tantrum. Instead of doing so, she stomped out.

Once the bodyguard left, you wanted to ask Toji about it but decided not to. Since he was 'busy.'

After your work hours, Toji took you back home, telling you he'd be back to pick you up for the event.

You took the time to shower and pamper yourself, taking care with your makeup and putting on perfume, before looking between the three gala dresses toji had bought for you, choosing the rose gold mermaid dress that had a slit at the side, reaching your mid thigh, a fluffy shawl that came with it. You used the jewellery gift set Toji had also given you, rings, a necklace and dangly earrings, as well as bangles . You wrapped the shawl around you and slipped into the heels. You took a look at yourself in the mirror. Sometimes you felt like you were toji's sugar baby rather than whatever sex relationship you had.

You thought back to the girl that had come by and just as you did, your phone buzzed, toji's caller ID flashing on your phone.

"Yea?" You asked, grabbing your purse as you answered.

"I'm outside. Get your ass down here."

You rolled your eyes before hanging up, sliding your phone, keys and purse into your purse before turning your bedroom lights off, going through your house and making sure everything was okay before finally leaving your apartment, easily spotting toji's sports car in the front. You slid in, making sure you had everything before you set off.

You were a few minutes into the ride, glancing over at toji every few minutes.

How could you not stare though? He was wearing a jet black suit, the few buttons at the top of his white shirt undone to give off a somewhat messy and undeniably sexy look, the silver chain laid on his chest teasing even further. His rings that hugged his thick fingers as well as the watch on his wrist.

"You good?" Toji asked, his grip on the wheel tightening.

You made a small 'mhm' sound.

"Who was that girl that came in today?" You asked as nonchalantly as possible.

"Just an ex fling."

Your brow furrowed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

"When was the last time?" You asked, fingers playing with the gold rings on your fingers.

Toji hummed in confusion.

"The last time you slept together."

He tensed up slightly once he reached a red light before sighing.

"Last week."

Ouch. You don't know why but knowing he was still sleeping with other women whilst sleeping with you was like a punch of reality that knocked the air out of your lungs.

"I see." You trailed off.

You had no right to be jealous. You weren't dating. Just fooling around with no strings attached. That's all.

But why did you feel upset?

Sure you liked him and toji knew that all too well but neither of you decided to talk about what you thought the relationship was. Instead, deciding to just live in the moment.

The rest of the ride was silent, with Toji focused on the road whilst you were on your phone from time to time or just looking outside at the scenery passing by.

Five minutes passed and you both arrived at one of Gojo's charity buildings. You both got out and walked up the red carpet, Toji leading you along with him as news reporters and journalists took photos and begged Toji to look their way.

You, however, didn't really need to worry about the press. Another perk of having this whole thing be a secret. A butler and maid lead you both into the building, the sounds of light music playing from the grand hall. You both entered, greeted by many guests and people who worked with Gojo.

You were amazed at everything. You had only ever been to business dinners with Toji in the past but this was even better.

"Ah, Toji! Glad you could make it!" Gojo smiled, walking up to you both, a girl wrapped tightly around his arm.

"Melissa, this is Mr fushiguro and his personal assistant, y/n."

You smiled at the lady and she returned hers, even wider.

"I'm Melissa, Gojo's girlfriend."

You admired the woman. She was dressed in a tight long mauve dress that had a deep v cut and thin straps, her long hair curled and flowing down her back. She was undeniably gorgeous and you couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of her beauty.

"How bout you two go talk whilst Toji and I talk business?"

Melissa nodded, detaching herself from Gojo and instead grabbing you, leading you away and through crowds of people.

Gojo hummed and signalled for a server to come over. He took two glasses of champagne and handed one to Toji.

"So. How is it with you and y/n?"

Toji rolled his eyes.

"That's what you mean by business?"

Gojo shrugged.

"I'm a man of culture, what can I say? Now what's up. You getting lucky tonight?"

Toji shrugged.

"Probably not." He murmured, taking a large sip of the bubbly liquid.

"And why's that? You fuck up?"

Toji nodded.

"Lizzy came by the office."

"Shitt, that girl who you picked up at Geto's birthday?"

Toji nodded.

"She asked for the last time I slept with her and I told her the truth..Even though she didn't say anything I can tell she's upset about it." Toji hummed, sipping the rest of his drink while looking for where you and Melissa had walked off to.

Gojo shrugged.

"Well, guess you'll just be stuck with ya hand tonight, hm?"

Toji rolled his eyes whilst his friend patted his back.

"Am I late to the party?" Gojo and Toji turned to see Geto, dressed in a light grey suit.

"Not at all. We were just talking about how toji's not gonna get lucky tonight -" Gojo blabbered, downing the rest of his drink, a server coming to his side almost immediately to take the empty glass from both him and toji.

"Ahh, I see." Geto hummed. "That's her right?" Geto nodded to the side, toji followed his gaze to see you at the side with Melissa and some other girls, all of you having what looked like a good conversation.

"Yeah." Toji trailed off. Admiring how amazing you looked. Your hair, your smile, your makeup, the gold jewels complimenting your skin tone, your hips and curves and the hip dips he loved too much. You were so perfect yet. Too perfect.

"She's pretty." Geto commented, breaking Toji from his trance. "Sexy too."

Toji's brow furrowed.

"You two aren't dating?" Geto asked, looking back at Toji.

Toji glanced at both the men in front of him before shaking his head.

"We just fuck around sometimes. That's all." Toji revealed. "Why you askin'?"

Geto shrugged.

"You might not be getting lucky but maybe I will."

Toji grit his teeth, trying to maintain a plain face. Geto getting his hands on you? Not a chance. He looked over at you, still engaging in a conversation with Melissa and the others.

"You think it's that easy? She's too good for you." Toji scoffed.

Geto shrugged.

"You got some of that," Geto hummed. "Why won't I be able to?"

Because she's mine.

That's what Toji wanted to say. But it wasn't true. You weren't his. You didn't owe him anything. You were just a fuck buddy and so was he to you. You could sleep with any man you wanted to, just like he did with other women too.

"Do what you want." Toji dismissed.

Geto's eyes practically lit up. He didn't need toji's permission to get with you but hearing it was always something he couldn't get enough of.

Without wasting anymore time, Geto walked over to you. Toji watched with Gojo who had a teasing look on his face.

"You sure you want him to hit on her?" Gojo asked. "Geto is quite the flirt."

Toji shrugged.

"She's not my girlfriend and I'm not her boyfriend. Why should I care who she sleeps with?"

Even though Toji said this, he couldn't ignore the feeling of jealousy clawing at his leg.

You on the other hand, were having a fabulous time. You were worried about all the girls here being bitchy and stuck up but instead Melissa introduced you to the nicest girls you had ever met, they all shared similar interests to you which you could all talk for hours on.

Your conversation however was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Excuse me ladies,"

You all looked over and saw Geto standing in front of you all. His eyes locked on yours.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

The girls all looked at you with teasing looks, pushing you towards him. You awkwardly walked away from the group.

"Does Toji need anything?" You asked thoughtfully. You knew Geto only from business areas and you couldn't lie, he was an attractive man and him in a suit was even better.

"No. I wanted to see how you were doing."

He glanced behind him and before you could look to see what he was looking at, he turned back around, leaning down to where your ear was.

"I can show you some places around here if you want."

Your cheeks became warmer as his breath tickled the hairs on your ear.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

And just like that, he lead you out of the grand hall.

Toji was frustrated. Frustrated at the way Geto glanced at him, a smirk on his face. Frustrated at the way he whispered against your ear. Frustrated at how easy it was for him to lead you somewhere else.

Toji bit the inside of his cheek, signalling a server to come over with more drinks, causing Gojo to laugh.

"What'd you expect from the one and only Geto?" He chuckled. "Don't worry too much though."

Toji didn't listen to anything Gojo was saying however, instead, downing another drink.

"Calm down, aren't you driving home?"

Toji sighed, ruffling his hair. He looked around and saw you were nowhere to be seen.

"Gonna go to the bathroom." Toji murmured, leaving Gojo without another thought.

He was thinking about you as he exited, he looked outside the big windows and saw paparazzi were still outside. He didn't want to storm out as it would cause confusion but did you really go home with Geto so easily?

In short.

No.

You were with Geto, yes. But you never left the party. Instead you were on a balcony on the fourth floor, leaning on the railing and staring at the river that was on the other side of the brick wall surrounding the building.

"Wow, it's really pretty." You smiled, hugging the shawl around your chest as the wind blew.

"It is.." Geto hummed, scanning your form with more ease since you were closer. Toji was a lucky bastard. Geto had only been with you for about 20 minutes tonight but he already knew he wasn't going to sleep with you.

He knew damn well that you had a thing for Toji and that toji did too, he was just too much of a pussy to accept actual feelings for someone instead of just lust.

Even though Toji and him did butt heads from time to time, he would never betray a friend, especially toji.

"So.... you're into Toji?"

His question caught you off guard and you found yourself stunned, trying to find an answer.

"Well..... I'm not sure." You eventually revealed. "I'm confused."

Geto raised a brow.

"Why's that?" He asked, moving closer and resting on the railing beside you.

"You won't tell him?" You asked, cheeks heating up.

"I pinky promise." Geto smiled, raising his finger. You interlocked yours and for some reason you felt the tension raise.

"Well, I'm confused because I don't know if I should let myself have these feelings. For starters, we basically crossed boundaries with this whole secrecy thing and I've liked him for a while now...." You confessed, playing with your necklace.

"I want to have....some kind of relationship with him and I don't mind if it's not public but...I feel like Toji has lots of boundaries and prefers to have...options."

Geto knew all too well. He was partially the same.

"So that's why I just don't complain about it...I like being around him anyways so this is enough for -"

Geto suddenly cornered you against the railing.

"Shhh."

You heard footsteps coming and looked up at Geto, your face flushed.

"Trust me?"

You gulped before nodding slightly.

Just as a shadow came from the open doorway, Geto leaned down, giving you a soft but passionate kiss. You were surprised at the suddenness, reluctantly kissing him back once his hands rubbed against your hips.

"What the actual fuck."

You both broke the kiss and saw Toji staring at you both, his deep green eyes piercing through the two of you.

"Toji-"

"What's wrong? Did they start the auctioning already?" Geto interrupted.

Toji narrowed his eyes at him and instead walked to you, grabbing you by your arm roughly.

"We're leaving."

Toji dragged you from Geto, causing you to stumble slightly. You glanced at Geto to see him calmly resting against the railing, waving at you lightly.

You barely had time to think about it before Toji dragged you down the stairs.

"Wait- Toji- The press. They'll see us!"

"It's fine. There's a back entrance."

Toji dragged you through the back, strategically taking you through a route back to his car. He opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming it shut, making you flinch.

Toji got into the driver's seat, immediately starting the car, pulling out of the parking space a bit too fast and recklessly than you liked.

Toji pressed his foot against the gas, your nerves going off as he passed a red light, other cars' horns going off as he did so.

"Toji!" You yelled.

This time he slowed down, taking time to glance at you before focusing on the road. You noticed the route. It was the one back to his place.

You felt yourself grow more nervous. It was just a kiss. Why was he so riled up. You should be the most jealous one. Who knows how many people he had slept with?

It didn't take long for you to reach his mansion. He drove up the hill, stopping in front of the door, turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

Your throat suddenly felt dry once Toji came to your side, opening your door and grabbing your arm.

"Hey! I can walk by myself." You complained, trying to wriggle free from his grasp.

The front door opened and one of his butlers greeted him. Toji didn't return the greeting, instead you did for him, not wanting to be rude.

He led you upstairs and into his master bedroom, ignoring your complaints and whines.

Once you were both inside, he shut the door behind him, the only light being the ones that were left on that were atop of his bedside tables.

He slid his watch off, placing it on his coffee table, a hand moving into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

Toji knew how much you despised smoking. You had practically lectured him the first time he did it in front of you, but he was too annoyed to care and you were too nervous to try.

"Toji." You broke the silence. Watching as he lit it, placing the pack and lighter on the table before collapsing on his couch, taking low draws. "Why are you so hypocritical?"

He glanced at you. You had your arms crossed, eyes glaring at him while your face was blank.

"S'cuse me?" He asked, getting up and taking a few more puffs.

"You can sleep with the entire female population if you had the chance but I can't kiss one guy without being treated like shit?" You scoffed, shrugging your shawl off your shoulders.

Toji watched you, his brows knitted together. He took another draw from his cigarette. It hadn't reached the stub yet but Toji couldn't care less, walking past you to his shelves, pushing the cigarette against an ashtray.

"Didn't say you couldn't kiss the bastard."

"But you decided to drag me back to your place?"

You turned to face him and he looked back at you, dropping the cigarette in the glass plate before walking over to you.

"Geto is a man whore. You'd be better off with any other man."

You raised a brow. "But you think you're a better candidate? Give me a break, Toji. Just admit it. You're jealous."

"Jealous?" Toji scoffed. "I don't give a shit who you decide to fuck."

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine. I'm going back to the event." You stated, walking past him. "Pretty sure he'd be able to fuck me better too-"

Before you could open the door, Toji pushed you against the hard wood, not wasting any time before ripping the material of the dress, making you look back at him.

"Hey!"

You didn't buy the dress, obviously. But the dress was almost over 500,000. Hearing him rip it as if it was nothing made you slightly annoyed.

"I'll buy you another dress." Toji dismissed, tugging the straps of the dress down to free your breasts, playing with your hard buds.

"You're impossible-" you breathed, leaning against him more as his hands groped your chest. You were trying to stay mad but the pleasure he was giving you just from touching your breasts was amazing.

"Thought you said Geto would be able to fuck you better? How can you say that when you're getting turned on just from having your tits squeezed?" Toji taunted, moving to bite your neck, his hands moving from your chest to rip off the rest of your dress, revealing the thong you had chosen to wear.

"Hah, you were really planning to sleep with that fucker, hm?" Toji's finger hooked onto the thin skimpy material, pulling it up against your pussy.

In reality, you had really worn it for him, hoping that he'd have you crying over his dick tonight. You were partially getting what you wanted tonight.

Toji's hand suddenly landed on your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

"You think he can handle you?" Toji asked, delivering another heavy slap against your ass, making tears swell in your eyes.

You held back a sob from the heaviness of the blows delivered. "Of course...I would've found out if you hadn't appeared so quickly-"

Toji dragged you away from the door, pushing you onto the bed instead, immediately pulling off his suit and shirt, tugging down his pants afterwards to show his hard cock, precum leaking from his tip.

"Since you wanna fuck someone so bad, I'll give you what you want." Toji laughed, sliding a hair through his jet black hair before spreading your legs wider.

"Waitwait-" you stammered, you aren't gonna prep me?"

You looked down at toji's dick, watching his hand slowly pump his length. You knew it was going to hurt. Even with three or four orgasms worth of prepping, it was still hard to take toji whole. You didn't wanna think about no prep

"No. Should've done that with Geto." Toji shrugged.

You felt scared once he lined himself up with you. Luckily, his fingers trailed up to your lips, pushing past them. You lathered them in saliva watching as he hummed in delight, taking them out after and spreading your spit on his dick.

"You know that dick hungry whores don't deserve good girl treatment." Toji smirked, pushing himself into you.

You almost screamed as he bottomed out, your walls squeezing him tightly.

You tried to push away from his hips, his fast thrusts making your mind go blank as the pain mixed with the pleasure sweetly.

"Fuck- I can't -" you breathlessly moaned, toes curling against the cool sheets.

"You're gonna fucking take it, y/n" he growled against your ear, picking up his pace.

You whimpered, your mind clouding in nothing but pleasure and the feeling of his dick moving in and out of you.

You were still mad obviously but right now your thoughts were pushed aside, the only thing you wanted to do was have your oh so sweet release.

Toji watched your eyes cloud with tears as he continued fucking into you. He wasn't worried at all. After all, you both had a safe word in place so if anything went wrong he knew when to stop.

His thumb moved between your legs, pushing against your clit and rubbing harshly. He noticed your moans become more high pitched, your legs closing around his hips whilst grinding against him, your eyes rolling back as your back arched.

"Fuck- Gonna cum-" you whined.

Toji smirked. Despite the circumstances he knew you were his and he wanted to be yours. Sure he did sleep with other women but none were the same as you. You were the only one he could be vulnerable with. The only one he cuddled and kissed gently after sex. Obviously he did aftercare with his flings and hookups but he felt somewhat empty. They were all just a distraction for him to run from his feelings.

Your nails digging against his hands brought him from his thoughts.

"Tojiii m' gonna-"

Toji pushed your thighs up to your chest, hitting your sweet spot and your orgasm was just there but sadly, out of reach.

"Fuck- Y/n! I-"

You don't know what you were expecting but you didn't expect this.

"Y/n! I- fuckk I love you. Love you so muchh-"

That was all you needed, your orgasm crashed over you and you were surprised when you felt Toji fill you up with his cum, making you let out a choked moan.

Toji continued fucking you through both your orgasms, the overstimulation making both of you whimper and moan. Your legs wrapped around him tighter.

"Toji-" you gasped, you felt another orgasm oncoming.

"Really- really do y/n- I love ya-" Toji moaned, whimpering slightly as he overcame the overstimulation from just cumming.

Your hands clawed at his back hungrily. You couldn't even form words at that moment. Tears rolling as your orgasm rushed over you again, biting into his shoulder. Toji grunted as your walls squeezed him, trying to milk his dick again.

Toji gave you a few more pounds before he finally spilled into you again, your eyes rolling at the amazing feeling of being filled up again.

Toji sighed against you, both of you hugging each other whilst you shuddered at the feeling of toji's cum overflowing your pussy, dripping down your ass.

"Toji.." you whispered, hand lightly patting his shoulder. As much as the feeling of him being on top of you comforted you and him, you could barely breathe.

"Toji- I can't breathe."

Toji reluctantly moved off of you and for the first time, you saw he was flustered, his cheeks were a deep shade of pink and he couldn't even look you in the eyes.

"Toji. Look at me." You whispered again.

He finally did and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, lightly tilting your head.

His blush deepened.

"course I did. You think I did it for the fun of it?"

You were about to reply, instead, sighing when Toji pulled out of you, his hand moving your thigh to watch as more of his cum spilled out of your entrance.

"Toji..." You murmured, watching his eyes meet yours again.

He shook his head slightly.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Toji helped you both into his bathtub, both of you helping each other in cleaning up, moving back into the bedroom to see that the sheets had been changed. You blushed when you realized his house helps had probably heard you two fucking like rabbits.

Toji helped lather your body in lotion, being gentle on the bruises around your thighs and hips.

Finally, he dressed you in one of his favourite black shirts, opting for just some sweats to sleep in. You both laid in his bed and you felt awkward just watching Toji click through different channels on his flat screen, whilst you rested on his chest.

"Toji..we need to sort this out." You stated, catching his attention.

"Sort what?"

"Us....I don't want to continue a relationship like this if we aren't honest or talk to each other. And I don't like the idea of being another person you can just use to get your dick wet-"

Toji cut you off with a kiss, it was soft and slow. Toji moved away from you and sighed.

"I'm sorry princess, I've been ignoring your feelings as well " Toji sighed, softly patting your head. "I meant what I said and if you're willing to.."

He was basically saying the magic words.

"Of course I will!" You hurriedly accepted, kissing him gently.

Toji smiled against the kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

You moved from his lips. "But I don't want us to go public....yet."

Toji frowned slightly but knew there was no debating it.

"Fine... I'll wait for you."

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Side part

"Alright, pay up!" Gojo hummed.

Geto rolled his eyes.

"Told ya it'd only be 50 minutes before Toji lost control. Poor y/n though. Don't think she'll be working for a week."

Geto sighed, confirming the money transaction on his phone.

"Well, it was expected." Geto hummed. "Wanna go to the bar for a drink?"

"You know me too well."

#toji #richtoji #daddy toji #toji x black reader #businessman toji #toji x black y/n #toji x y/n #toji fic

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― pairing : Seungmin x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst, fluff, smut, royals au, Seungmin is a Prince, reader is his most trusted knight, medieval settings, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 5.480

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

Kim Seungmin, a name you knew far too well.

Kim Seungmin, the soon to be King; but also, Kim Seungmin, your beloved bestfriend.

You and him knew each other since you were little, both your parents deciding that the two of you should grow up together in order to develop a strong bond based on friendship and loyalty which would definitely come in hand as soon as you’d be proclaimed his personal bodyguard- since your family had always served the Royal family like that. Truth to be told, your parents expected to give birth to a boy, but nonetheless, the King decided that even if you were a girl, you would have been trained for the same purpose.

Days turned into years, and the two of you gradually grew up, overcoming together even the most embarrassing stages of your adolescence, and completely becoming inseparable. People at the King’s court did not fail to express their disagreement with the fact that the personal guard of the only heir to the throne was a woman, but anytime it happened, both the King and Seungmin stood up for you.

«She comes from a well-respected family,» the King would answer, «I have good faith in her.»

«You have no idea of what she can do!» Seungmin would answer instead.

Eventually you proved your capabilities and your talent, deciding to spend most of your free time training yourself, and so, in your twenties, you proved yourself enough in battle to being assured both the title of Seungmin’s personal bodyguard, but also the Royal army’s Commander.

The rumours of a woman being not enough qualified for the job disappeared, and people respected you, the only complain being about your too-stoic behaviour.

What they did not know, is that Seungmin was the only one to see both sides of the coin. Seungmin’s behaviour – and therefore yours, immediately changed as soon as you were alone, and you’d spend your time laughing together until your stomachs hurt, sharing blankets, cuddles, and everything a couple of friends that had known each other for their own life would do. When you were alone, you and Seungmin would often lose yourselves in your own little world, where the two of youwere the only inhabitants.

Growing up, however, you could not help but notice that your feelings for Seungmin were slowly changing, constantly transforming until they finally took the shape of a crush, which sadly, quickly developed into love.

Spending your whole day with him didn’t help you suppress your feelings at all, and so you gradually grew attached to Changbin, your attractive and witty second in command, and finding yourself seeking for comfort in his wise words of advice. «You should never, ever, tell him.» Changbin had told you one night, while pouring you a glass of wine while you were discussing important matters in his private chambers; and of course, with “important matters”, you clearly meant “Seungmin”.

«Doll, don’t get me wrong,» Changbin quickly added, dropping any time of formality when the two of you were alone; his brows furrowed as you kept staring at your glass with a dejected expression. «I honestly wish for your love to become true but, we’re soldiers.» Your eyes met his over the table, and you quickly understood what he was about to say. «Unless we suddenly adopt the Vikings mindset – which would be extremely cool by the way, our hands are soaked with blood. Seungmin’s - the King’s or the Queen’s, are not, they’ll never be. At least, not directly.» Changbin’s words did not surprise you, since you have been thinking about the same things for a while, but you had to admit that hearing them out loud from someone which wasn’t the voice of reason in your head, actually hurt.

«We’re like the Sun and the Moon,» you sighed, finally sipping from your cup of wine. «How could I bring together two worlds when they’re so different?»

Changbin’s eyes locked with yours, a drunken smile on his face. «An eclipse.»

«Why are you so unfocused today?» you questioned, as you effortlessly planted both Seungmin’s hands on the floor rather roughly, your body hovering above his.

Training together was a daily habit, over the years you both memorized the other’s technique so that it was actually a challenge to win against each other, but today Seungmin was definitely not himself. He let you disarm him during the first ten minutes, and even let you pin him on the floor without a fight. «What’s wrong?»

Seungmin sighed, the cloud of thoughts that enveloped his mind dissipating at your softer tone. He rolled the two of you around, so that he’d be the one to pin you on the floor. «Battle strategy, I won.»

You narrowed your eyes, «Seungmin,» you warned, and his hand hovered above your cheek, the ghostly touch sending shivers on your skin. Something was definitely wrong; it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to cuddle or hug, but if was definitely unusual for Seungmin to run his fingertips along your cheekbone as if he was almost scared to touch you, as if such a simple act was actually forbidden. Seungmin’s gaze bore into yours with an intensity you’ve never felt, your heart picked up pace as his face imperceptibly drew closer, and you instinctively tensed up.

«My father wants me to get married, soon.» he mumbled with a strained voice, looking as if he was totally opposed to the idea for a moment.

«Oh.» was all you managed to answer. Seungmin arched his brows, definitely not used to his bestfriend being so quiet about important matters like this, especially regarding him. «What do you think about it?»

Despite the feeling of Seungmin’s body pressed flush against yours, your heart sank in your stomach, and you repeatedly tapped his side as soon as you managed to sneak one of your hands out of his strong hold, «Come on, buddy, training’s over.»

Seungmin’s confused expression only deepened, but he let you move him off you, so that you could stand up and gather your things as quickly as you could; you felt his eyes bore into your shoulders, since he probably was still waiting for an answer.

«You knew that it would have happened, sooner or later.» you answered, more to yourself than to him, hoping not to burst in tears since it would have been rather inconvenient to explain why you were crying.

With quick steps, you walked out of the training room, leaving a confused – and hurt, Seungmin calling for your name.

A month had passed rather quickly, and you hated to admit that Seungmin’s fiancée was unquestionably beautiful, charming and adorable. The worst thing was that you could not bring yourself to hate her, since she had only been kind and respectful to you; even if you didn’t know it, yet, the two of you were more alike than you could originally have thought.

In fact, both you and the Princess would have given anything to be born with a different social status.

«I admire you so much,» she confessed with a tiny voice after she had approached you – standing on the side of the room, during a ball. «You’re a warrior! You must be so strong and elegant, too!» her eyes became as wide as child’s which was talking about her favourite tale. «I’d love to be in your place, even for a day.» you couldn’t help but sigh at her words, as she gently linked her arms with yours.

«Me too, Princess.» you admitted, your eyes scanning the room and immediately glancing at Seungmin, busy laughing with his friends; you and the Princess kept talking for most of the night, and she never failed to notice you and Seungmin stealing glances to each other.

The Princess started scheming an intricate plan that same night, her pretty doe eyes narrowed and a smug smile adorning her lips as she held your still linked arms closer to her frame in the same moment she saw her soon to be husband looking at his personal guard with the same adoration you’d look at your lover.

Contrarily to what you expected, you and the Princess became friends. She was easily entertained, and loved to hear the stories you have experienced on the battlefield; you also became friends with her lady in waiting, following her Princess like a shadow and you had to admit, sometimes you brought yourself to wonder about the bond the two of them shared.

Despite the fact that you were technically befriending your enemy on the unforgiving battlefield of love, you knew that you could never win and so, you gradually started to find happiness in the fact that for the first time in your life, you had a friend that wasn’t a boy.

Seungmin, however, started giving you mixed signals. He was happy that you and the princess got along, but he also felt extremely dejected; the realization that he’d have to get married, made him realize that the only woman he wanted to give his heart to, the only woman he wanted to be faithful to, was you.

There were days where Seungmin would run away from his meetings in order to spend time with you next to the river, pretend to be a fortune teller and reading your hand.

«A majestic Prince will swipe you off from your feet, one day.» he’d say, refraining from the instinct of intertwining his fingertips with yours and never let go.

«Seungmin,» you laughed, «I’m not qualified enough.» you mocked the words you’ve been hearing for years but this time, they held every bit of truth. As you were about to retreat your hand from Seungmin’s, he tightened his hold, falling silent as he silently held your hand and wordlessly stared into the water, his jaw clenched and looking somehow as if your words managed to hurt him.

Other times, Seungmin would treat you as your relationship was strictly business related; talking to you only when it was strictly needed or coldly dismissing you as soon as the both of you reached his personal’s chambers room. You silently went along with him, loving and cherishing every moment of kindness he showed you, but also hoping for your feelings to definitely dissipate into thin air before the engagement was officially announced.

Another month had passed, and for your Kingdom, things dramatically changed; the King sadly announced you that you would lead the army in order to suppress a riot, which had quickly turned into a guerrilla, and consequently, couldn’t be solved peacefully anymore. The nearest Kingdom was attacking; declaring war to yours and taking advantage of these riots to furtherly increase the number of their soldiers.

«No.» Seungmin interrupted you; as you were about agree on the mission. Both yours and Changbin’s head turned to him at the speed of light, and your gaze locked with Seungmin’s intense one. «It’s too dangerous for her.» he spoke, his eyes never faltering from yours with such a desperation that almost made it difficult for you to breathe.

With a hammering heart, you furrowed your brows, confused by Seungmin’s strange attitude; you knew the possibilities to come back alive were almost inexistent but they have always been, and still, Seungmin never objected, not once. At least, not during an official meeting.

Changbin’s knee softly bumped against yours under the table, and you snapped out of your thoughts, noticing how everyone was staring at you.

«It’s my job, your Majesty.» you tried to keep a composed voice despite the whirlwind of emotions running into your soul, referring to Seungmin by using his title, like every other time you were in public. Seungmin’s eyes widened in surprise and his brows furrowed; he wanted so desperately to convince you not to go, but the words died in his throat.

«The meeting is dismissed.» the King nodded at you and Changbin, «You’ll leave tomorrow in the morning.» he dismissed the both of you, but asked Seungmin to remain.

«The hell was that?» Changbin whispered at you, tightly gripping your elbow as soon as you were outside the council room.

«No idea.» you mumbled back, watching Changbin sneakily placing his ear against the heavy wooden door in order to hear what they were saying.

«They’re yelling!» he mouthed, aggressively pointing towards the door. The guards standing at the sides curiously glanced at him, but then decided to remain silent, knowing better not to get on Changbin’s bad side. «I can’t understand anything, for fuck’s sake.» he furrowed his brows, bending his knees as to try a better angle.

«Maybe near the keyhole…» he whispered, and you shook your head before grabbing his ear and starting to walk away, ignoring his pained whines.

Seungmin asked to meet you in his private chambers few hours later, and you gladly accepted, always preferring to stay away from the busy preparations of war; Changbin would have done everything superbly anyways. Seungmin didn’t tell you what he and his father talked about, and you did not ask, knowing that he would have eventually told you as soon as he was ready.

The two of you laid together on his big mattress as you did every time you’d be about to leave, Seungmin holding you impossibly close to his strong chest at the point where your breathing synchronized, and probably did your hearts, too.

«Promise you’ll come back,» Seungmin’s quiet mumble broke the peaceful silence of the room.

«I always do.» you mumbled back immediately, unaware that you’d cut Seungmin’s sentence halfway.

«To me. Come back to me, please.» Seungmin’s arms tightened around you, and you widened your eyes, confused; your heart picked up pace, and you shuffled, removing from his tight hold in order to sit on the bed and face him instead.

«Seungmin,» your heart was hammering in your chest at the point you felt it was getting hard to breathe, but you proceeded; you knew better than anyone that, despite your promises, your return was never granted, and with an imminent war coming up, you would rather face the enemy with a furious broken heart instead of a heavy heart full of unconfessed feelings. «I… Love you.» you mumbled, suddenly unable to look at him in the eyes.

«I love you, too.» you felt the bed shuffle, and Seungmin sat in front of you, mirroring your pose and reaching out to hold one of your hands; with a breathless chuckle, you shook your head, a lump forming in your throat.

«Not like that, Minnie.» you tenderly looked at him, calling him by the nickname you used when you were still kids. «I love you in the way I’m not supposed to, like a woman loves a man.» you finally managed to lock your gaze with Seungmin, which was looking at you like he had seen a ghost; his eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted. Seungmin remained silent, and your heart sank deeper by each passing seconds, until you closed your eyes, sighing loudly.

«It’s okay, your Majesty.» you politely smiled at him, your walls building up by themselves, «I knew that, already.» you reached out to affectionately ruffle his hair, before climbing down the bed and taking your leave.

That night, Seungmin’s and the Princess’ engagement was publically confirmed.

Needless to say, being his bodyguard, you had to be there too, a fake smile plastered on your face as you congratulated them, Seungmin’s eyes looking anywhere but you.

That night, you broke down crying in Changbin’s arms, which remained silent, patiently caressing your hair and wiping your wet cheeks as you cried yourself to sleep.

The following morning, you and Changbin sat on your horses, leading the army as the Royal Family and the villagers were ready to wish you good luck, accompanying you all the way through the city’s gates.

No matter how many times Seungmin tried to make eye contact with you; you kept your gaze strictly in front of yourself, your eyes swollen and your heart heavy.

«That was hot.» Changbin told you once you were far enough from the Capital. «Cool, but also hot.» you scoffed, sad smile on your face.

«It wasn’t. I’ve been an idiot.» you sighed, shaking your head at the thought of what happened the day before.

«I don’t think so,» he shrugged. «You didn’t look at him, but I did. And let me say that-»

«Changbin,» you turned towards him, and he immediately shut up at the sight of your teary eyes, mimicking to close his mouth with a lock and throwing away the key. «I’d rather talk about our upcoming duties.»

For the following three weeks and two days, Seungmin did not show up in your thoughts, not even once; the situation on the battlefield was alarming, and to say that the problem had been underestimated was a euphemism.

The enemy’s soldiers outnumbered yours, and you had spent your days restlessly fighting and protecting the small watch out defensive forts you managed to occupy. Both you and Changbin had been changing up strategies day by day, and the both of you grew stressed easily, also noticing that the soldier’s morale definitely weakened due to the unbalanced situation.

«If we get back alive, I’ll start a riot myself.» Changbin said, putting all his effort into keeping a calm surface when he probably wanted to set fire to the whole Castle out of spite. «That bastard of a King sent us out here on our funeral.» he spoke, his hands balled in fists and his knuckles almost white; you chuckled, humourlessly, agreeing with him.

It was indeed a suicide mission, and you allowed yourself thinking about Seungmin’s strong arms holding you close, one last time, before gathering your things and getting ready to join your soldiers on the battlefield. You were glad you and Changbin were on the same page: today’s battle would have been decisive for the decision regarding your retreat.

Swinging your sword, you managed to neutralize yet another one of your opponents, helping one of the soldiers that had been surrounded by enemies. Deep in your heart, you knew you would never win today’s battle; the soldiers were too tired, and the enemy clearly outnumbered you. As much as you hated declaring loss, the options were simple: retreat and have a small chance to get back home, or die on the battlefield. Your sword effortlessly sank in the stomach on another man, and you kicked him to the floor with a strained groan.

«Fall back!» you shouted at the top of your lungs, glad that the soldiers near you immediately repeated your command, and so you all quickly retreated. Hastily, you glanced around one last time, and Changbin appeared next to you with a worried shout, which did not reach your ears, as it should have.

Everything started to get blurry, and you gradually got dizzy; your grip around the sword’s handle loosened, and you glanced down to see a short blade perfectly lodged into your abdomen. Pain and darkness surrounded your senses and you collapsed, aware that Changbin was ready to catch you once again.

Seungmin essentially spent the majority of his days staring outside of the window, waiting to see you coming back with a triumphant smile on your face as you leaded the army back home, as you always did every time. Once again, he shifted his position on his chair, before he heard one of the guards outside his door announcing that his fiancée was about to enter the room.

«Seungmin, we have to talk.» she told him, an unusual distressed tone in her voice, and he shifted his gaze on her. «I know you don’t have feelings for me.» she reached out, placing her hand above his on the chair’s handles.

Seungmin scoffed, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he threw his head back on the chair. «And?»

«And I don’t love you, either.» she finished with a polite smile as his head shot back and their gaze locked. «I’m in a relationship with my lady in waiting.» she carefully whispered her confession. «I’ve been cheating on you even before meeting you!» she smiled widely, and he faintly returned her smile. «I came here to tell you I want to help you, as soon as she comes back. We don’t love each other, but we’re still friends.»

«Thank you.» Seungmin said, placing his hand on top of hers, gratitude evident in his eyes. Seungmin couldn’t wait for you to come back home to confess his love for you, and so, he and his fiancée spent the entire morning creating a plan that could allow their Kingdoms to maintain the newfound peace, but also allow them to realize their love without suffering any further. She was about to answer, when a guard entered the room, informing you that the army was now crossing the castle gates, and Seungmin ran.

Seungmin rushed through the castle’s corridors like a mad man, and as soon as he was almost at the Castle’s gates, he was met with Changbin, riding on top of his horse and staring ahead with a dark look on his face. Seungmin’s eyes shifted on your white horse, pain squeezing his heart in a tight grip, as he did not catch any sight of you. You were not riding your horse, you were not walking among the few remaining soldier, and you were nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, a small, wooden carriage that both yours and Changbin’s horse were pulling along caught his attention; an arm was dangling from the wooden surface, and Seungmin petrified.

Even if that person’s identity was hidden thanks to a blanket placed over their shape, Seungmin would recognize that armour anywhere, since he gave it to you as a present.

«Move.» Changbin’s tone was rough. It did not show empathy, nor respect. Seungmin could feel the pent up rage that was boiling in the boy’s blood.

«Is she-»

«I said move,» Changbin repeated, as if he was talking to a captured enemy soldier and not to the future King, the dark circles under his eyes now more evident as he finally returned Seungmin’s gaze. «Or she might as well be dead.»

You woke up feeling as if a whole army had been using your body as a carpet to walk on; you couldn’t entirely remember what happened on the battlefield, but there was a white bandage covering up you abdomen, and the pain you were feeling was almost unbearable.

«You’re lucky you’re alive.» Changbin said as soon as he heard the news that you woke up. «That blade was poisoned.» he said, squeezing your hand as he sat on the small, wooden chair next to the bed.

«Well, that was an adventure.» you muttered, still feeling weak and already hating the feeling of the bandage around your abdomen.

«Adventure? I was so worried for you, I almost got fired!» Changbin whined, and you giggled.

«I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to almost die.» you sighed, and your friend simply leaned in to quickly kiss your forehead.

The second visit you received was Seungmin’s. Cowardly, you pretended to be asleep for half of the time he had been there, until he sighed, and hesitantly reached out to hold your hand.

«I can’t wait for you to wake up,» his voice gently said, as his thumb caressed your knuckles. Even if your first instinct was to intertwine your fingers with his as you always did, you prevented yourself from doing so, settling for enjoying the feeling of Seungmin’s warm hands holding yours. «So that I can confess to you properly, hoping to be still on time for you to say yes.» your heart picked up pace at his words, but you still kept your eyes closed.

«Truth was, you caught me completely off guard that time, and I had been talking with my father about annulling the engagement, because I love you. The marriage… It won’t be cancelled, but me and the Princess found a way to make everyone happy, guess how?» he chuckled, «The Princess has-no, I want to see your expression as I tell you but, long story short, we both love someone else.» you had to bite the inside of your cheeks not to smile. «And now, you can’t stop pretending to be asleep.»

Your eyes shot open with a groan, «I was good at acting!»

«You’ve always been terrible at it.» Seungmin smiled at you, tightening his hold around your hand.

«Tell me about the Princess.» you eyed him curiously, as your fingers finally interlocked together.

«Oh! She has a girlfriend.» he said, smiling at your eyes widening while an incredulous smile spread on your face. «Her lady in waiting.»

«No way!» you exclaimed, excited and happy with the news. «Now help me up, and tell me everything.» With gentle hands, Seungmin helped you in a sitting position, and told you that he and the Princess both decided to get married, but live their own sentimental life behind closed doors.

«I guess me and her maid will sink our sorrows in the wine that will be served at the wedding, then.» you sighed, and Seungmin held your hand a little bit tighter.

«Is that a yes?» he asked, hopeful eyes searching for yours.

«Yes, Seungmin.» you smiled, with a nod. «A thousand times yes.» Seungmin leaned in, kissing your lips with a soft peck, before smiling widely and mumbling a sweet «I love you.»

One long year passed since that day; your wound totally recovered, and in exchange, you got yet another scar adorning your body. Seungmin saw you naked a countless times by now, and yet, he’d still take his time to kiss every scar on your skin, his gentle and soft lip making you shiver in reflex.

The guerrilla had been won thanks to the Princess’ Reign landing you their military forces, and you and Changbin came back from the battlefield with wide smile on your faces. Needless to say, as soon as you told Changbin about Seungmin’s plan, he couldn’t stop talking about it.

«What did I tell you back then?» Changbin smiled, hugging you close and spinning you around few times. «You needed an Eclipse!»

«Changbin!» you laughed, «It makes no sense, and you were drunk back then!»

«Tipsy. And still a genius.» you were glad to have Changbin as your friend, since sometimes you felt like he was happier than you were about it. Truth was, deep inside you knew that you risked your life on a daily basis, and the thought of not coming back to Seungmin made your heart sink in your stomach.

Seungmin and the Princess got married approximatively seven month after you came back injured, and you couldn’t help but giggle as the Princess’ lady in waiting gently elbowed you as they swore each other fidelity. Seungmin managed to glance at you as he spoke his vows, and you rolled your eyes at him, tilting your head and hiding a smile from unwanted eyes.

Seungmin and the Princess both insisted to re-arrange the dispositions of the rooms, so that yours and her lady in waiting’s would be at each side of their shared chambers; meaning that they both could sneak out to meet their lover without anybody knowing. Therefore, that’s how you spent your time. During the day, you would be occupying your position as Seungmin’s personal bodyguard, ignoring Changbin’s knowing gazes as you were trying to maintain a stoic posture, while at night, you were Seungmin’s lover.

Seungmin was both a gentle, passionate Prince as much as he was a gentle and passionate lover; whatever he did, he always made sure not to hurt you, and he always put your pleasure before his. At first, his hand would be draped over your mouth to muffle your too loud moans, but eventually, the King found out about your secret relationship as one day, a loud cough interrupted your make out session behind one of the Castle’s columns in the hallways. Seungmin had you pinned against the wall, one legs between yours, and you couldn’t be more embarrassed about it. Of course, the Princess had been called up immediately, and they both decided to confess.

The King’s face paled for a minute, before dismissing you all with a wave of his hand. «I want an heir. I don’t care how, but at least make me become a grandfather before you make me die of heart attack.» since then, he never said anything else about the situation, but indeed, he had been paying a little more attention to the four of you, finding a new source of entertainment among the court.

Your nightgown danced around your legs as you walked over to Seungmin’s desk chair, his eyes travelling on your body since the nightgown’s fabric did not hide almost anything. With attentive hands, you grabbed Seungmin’s crown, admiring the precious stones adorning it, before placing it on top of your head and turning around to meet Seungmin’s gaze, still looking at you while leaning against the doorframe which connected your rooms.

«Does it suit me?» you asked, smiling at how Seungmin was looking at you. Seungmin was indeed taken aback, utterly dumb at the sight – at the sheer insolence of it, at the impossible beauty. His crown suited you perfectly, he thought. With slow steps, Seungmin moved closer to you, and you furrowed your eyebrows at his lack of answer. Seungmin’s careful fingers adjusted the crown on top of your head, and as you met your gaze, you felt almost devoured by the sheer lust and love you saw in them.

«Don’t ever let anyone but me see you like this.» Seungmin mumbled, as he admired once again the girl he has loved for his whole life wearing his crown and looking definitely too insolent, too beautiful – and entirely his.

Standing on your tiptoes, your hands sneaked around Seungmin’s neck as you hastily captured his lips in a passionate kiss, and he quickly held your waist, turning you around so that you would partially sit on his desk. Seungmin’s hands travelled along your legs, lifting your nightgown as they reached higher, and quickly scooped you up in his arms, causing you to squeal in surprise against his collarbone, which you were busy marking up. Seungmin effortlessly walked to your room with you in his arms, blindly closing the door behind the two of you.

Seungmin laid you on the bed as your open-mouthed kisses set the pace for the rhythm of taking off each other closes, and that night, Seungmin let you ride him while wearing his crown on top of your head. Seungmin was sitting on the bed, balancing his weight with his left hand stretched out behind him, as his right one occasionally gripped your thigh, strained moans accompanied by nails sinking into your skin, or either to cup your jaw to connect your lips as the feeling of you moving so perfectly on top of him and leaving scratches along his back and his chest made him feel on cloud nine.

Needless to say, you felt the same; Seungmin’s hooded eyes would follow every move, looking at you like you were some sort of goddess, while his hands caressed your body, fondling your breasts or gripping your hair just to roughly connect your lips. Seungmin’s gaze went downwards, and you followed it; your wetness was spreading all over Seungmin’s hipbones, and you could not help but let out a moan at the sight of his length continuously disappearing inside of you at the pace you set.

«So perfect,» Seungmin mumbled against your neck, voicing a strained moan as your orgasm unexpectedly washed over you as now both his hands were playing with your breasts. You sank down on his length, your head falling in the crook of his neck as you hugged him tightly, his crown falling on the mattress. The continuous feeling of you clenching around Seungmin triggered his orgasm as well, and he came with a low moan.

«Let’s use your crown every night from now on.» you panted, reaching out to toy with the jewel as both of you were still recovering from your post orgasm state. Seungmin chuckled over the sweaty skin of your neck, and you shivered.

«Give me ten minutes,» he mumbled, lifting his head to bite your earlobe. «And we can use it again.» your answer came under the form of a breathy, needy whine, as his hands roughly pulled your body against his.

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boldlypurplelight · 15 hours

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Love is a drug|| JJK|| 10

Pairing: Yandere CEO Jungkook × Female Reader

Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal.

Warning: Yandere jjk, use of drugs, stalking, the characters are all fictional.

Summary: After knowing Jungkook's intentions YN was horrified trying to get out of his life as soon as possible. But Jungkook's there, he'll always be there.

Chapter 10

The Rainy season was over, darkness looming over the Seoul city when there should have been sunshine and brightness. But life isn't a la la land where everyone could get what they want. Poor people always thought Rich people's life was easy well somehow they were correct, it was easy but not happy. It looked like the darkness is going to engulf the whole city, but this was not the case maybe the darkness in jungkook's mind was making him imagine things.

He set the packet of ciggerate on the table. Smoking had become his favourite hobby nowadays, his days and nights goes by working and working. His dad didn't cared much or so he thought but he saw his mom every night kissing his forehead and pulling the comforter till his shoulder.

Jungkook had been looking for you but it looks like you just disappeared as if you were never there. But jungkook doesn't want to think about it, the situation of you disappearing is much more horrible than you running away from him.

Park Jimin, his assistant barely slept in the search of you. Jungkook didn't know where else would you be other than Paris and your hometown, daegu. His last option was Nayeon but that girl didn't know shit about you, you fooled her as well as him. You were one step ahead of him but how?

It was clear to jungkook, someone helped you. If anyone one actually knows Jungkook's past are his mom and dad as well as jimin. Jimin won't betray him, ever.

Jungkook knew jimin since they were kids, jimin had witnessed that day and he was the only one to comfort him after the incident.

The only two options left were his father and mother. His dad was not suspicious knowing that he doesn't know much about his son's life. There was only one person left.

'Mom'

It was weird that baby jungkook's first word wasn't dad but it was mom. Jungkook lived the whole day with his mom since birth. He was used to everything from her laughter to her scolding. She was his peace and safe place. One day Jungwoo's mother came up to him saying he should spend some days with her. Jungkook was scared, he cried all night thinking how could his mom send him away wasn't he good boy.

Jungkook was 9 when he did that, a literal child who pushed his grandmother down the stairs. When soojin arrived the place she was in shock. There she saw jungkook, smiling looking down at her from stairs.

"Now, No one will separate us, mom" little jungkook said proudly until he saw his mother's face becoming pale.

Jungwoo was eerily calm for the situation. He saw his wife screaming at jungkook, poor child just wanted to stay with his mom can't soojin understand.

"Darling, go to your room please!!" Jungwoo tried to comfort his wife. But soojin was not angry at jungkook she was angry at his father.

"Mommy! I'm sorry!!" Jungkook cried in little jimin's arms, he was bodyguard park's son as well as jungkook's favourite hyung.

Jungkook had a little smile playing on his lips.

"Why'd you do that mom?" A tear slipped from his eye, but jungkook knew the reason, very well.

The next day of the incident Jungwoo called doctor, for his mother as well as his son. The doctor had admitted that jungkook was taking up his father's traits and somehow jungwoo was proud while soojin was horrified.

The doctor slipped his advice to soojin secretly

"Don't keep him too close with his father"

"Thank you so much" you thanked the cashier after purchase, well not your fault people here were so generous and kind unlike the city, countryside was better.

Yes, you were in a small countryside in South Korea. You calculated the risks though you are not sure if you were safe for long time. At the time when jungkook's mom came to your apartment she confessed everything from his childhood to adulthood.

It sent chills to you, you were practically being with psychopath. What if he would have actually killed you if he really loved Sarah. Your thoughts came to halt when you stopped at your home.

Home. It was really a home to you. It made you feel safe and happy like you have never been. You lived your teenage years in toxic household hence, you never contact them after moving out.

And then was your apartment, a temporary replacement of real home.

Shit. You forgot the eggs as baking the cake was planned today.

"Guess it's eggless cake today!!"

You chuckled. The door bell cheeped, indicating there is a visitor. You went to open the door thinking your order of satin shirt arrived today.

Silly YN. Silly, silly YN.

You should have known. You should have been alert. You should have runaway.

Yn felt number standing. There was he, standing in his suit. Victory in his eyes and smirk on his lips as he he asked you in a mocking tone.

"Shall we leave, baby?"

Yn didn't know what had gone wrong. How did she end up this way, just three years before she was an independent and happy living woman and now here she is rotting in jungkook's penthouse.

"Babe I am home!!" Jungkook hugs yn from behind as she was cooking their dinner.

Yn gets out of her thoughts, the thoughts were useless anyway. After jungkook found you with the help of his bodyguard who visited his family and saw you there, he threatened pursued you for marriage. It's been two years, you had your freedom and it fucking hurts you at how you're going to be a trophy wife of a psychopath.

You were thinking of pursuing him to let you go to job but jungkook was thinking total opposite of you.

"Jungk-"

"Babe"

You both called each other at the same time but you signalled him to go further as you were nervous talking to him about that topic.

"It's just that, umm, I think it's the time we have kids YN. You know we both are reaching in our 30's, I want to have a sweet family with you "

WHAT THE FUCK. 'Please, no' these words unfortunately couldn't come out of her mouth. You were thinking hard at how to deny this question for now. You love children but with him, never.

"I don't think I am ready -"

"Baby, did you know I met your mother today. She told me that she wanted to meet you. Do you wanna meet her baby!"

He was mocking you, he didn't meet her today he had held her captive before he found you. Your mother was the only one you cared for aside you best friends. You can imagine your mother withering to meet you.

You got to know jungkook's real power, you turned around to face him seeing that devilish smile on his face.

You were doomed. You knew deep down as you nodded. You just wanted to see your mother. Your only source of living as you realised that you were becoming next soojin.

Jungkook was happiest man to be said, you ask him with tears in your eyes

"Why?"

"Love is a drug to me, yn. It is stronger than the one Sarah used. Don't worry though darling, it'll get to you too. Intoxicate your heart so much that it'll be harder to even breath without me. Maybe then you would understand my love, YN!!"

Author's note: Pheeeew!! Finally!! The end of LIAD series. I know that I posted a little late but I wanted to make the end worth it. Thank you so much for being throughout the series. This was my first and I was not expecting to grow so much.

Love you guys 💋💋. I'll come soon, stay tuned 😁.

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thetraumaking · 17 days

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The Accursed Crown

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

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NOT FOR THE FEINT OF HEARTS!!

Chapter 6: Praise

With the sun warming your back, you stare ahead towards the skyline. A rich blue with flocks of birds freely flying this way and that, with a cool breeze under their strong wings that could carry them for hours on end, you admire them with a hint of jealousy.

It makes you wonder.

Would you be able to achieve such freedom?

Would you ever sore in the sky with the birds that you admire so?

“6!” You heard a shout from your side.

With a mouth that held only two teeth, Azula smiled at you as she wabbled her way towards you. Her tiny hands raised in a way that indicated that she wanted “uppies,” carrying her legs one by one.

Your gaze softens. She’s growing up quite fast, you thought.

“Oh my, she already started walking?”

The voice made you bite your tongue. With a breath, you look away from Azula and greet her highness, princes Ursa. She smiled at you while her son, Zuko cheerfully waved. He greeted you enthusiastically, “Hi, Zero!”

Your lack of attention wasn’t received so kindly by the child at your feet. With a wack, her soft hand with her fingers wide spread, Azula hit you on the knee. She leaned on your leg as she let out an “Auu” with a loud exhale. Staring up at you expectedly.

Right, you haven’t rewarded her for her prior achievement.

Her first steps.

Leaning down, you picked her up in your arms. And once she was there, her hand went to your cheek, where the branded number of yours lay, burned, scarred, and later healed.

“6…” She said once more.

The strange texture must have taken her interest, her baby fingers patting and pressing on the scarred tissue. Her eyes analyzing the painted surface of your face.

You look away from her when you were called. Princess Ursa had set her son down and made her way towards you. “Zuko and I were going to have a picnic in the garden, why don’t you join us?” she requested with a smile.

“If Her Highness wishes, who am I to decline.” You lower your head for a bow.

However, your respectful bow didn’t seem to be translated too well for the little princess. Before you or anyone else could say anything else, Azula copies your movement, though with a bit more added force as she slams her head on your lips. You could taste the familiar bitter taste as your lip gets smashed between the child’s head and your teeth. Creating a gash where blood could easily escape.

You let our a small noise of pain as you flex your arms to not accidentally drop Azula.

In return, she smiles brightly at you. The impact did not seem to faze her as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “6. Pwase!”

Letting out a sigh, you pat her back.

“... pwase?” Questioned princess Ursa, sharing a puzzled look with her son. “Does she mean ‘please’? Does she need something?”

“I think she’s hungry!” Zuko chimes in.

Swallowing the bit of blood, you replied with a negative. “I don’t believe so. I just fed her before we came outside.”

The princess lets out a hum, “Strange…” she mumbles before turning to her son, “Zuko, dear, why don’t you play with your sister while I talk to 6? Could you do that for me?”

The young boy nodded before dashing towards you. Waiting for you to lower Azula down so he could fulfill his mother’s wishes.

Your now swollen lips form a thin line. You weren’t sure if letting a three-year-old boy play with a toddler was the best idea. Children his age would be more rough and might, albeit accidentally, hurt someone as young and small as Azula.

Your hesitation seemed to be clear enough for the older woman to pick up. She found the care you held for the girl adorable as she placed her hand on your shoulder. Trying to show comfort. “Worry not, my dear. There will be maids around in case anything happens.”

Hesitantly, you lowered Azula. She held onto your sleeves as you did so. Staring at you with those beady eyes of hers. Even when she let go, her hands opened and closed with her palms to you.

You wanted to pick her up again.

Ursa, with her hand still on your shoulder, guided you away. Pulling you to the blanket the maids have prepared. Decorated with fruits and sweets.

As you sit down, she takes a seat beside you. Your body tense, shoulders straight, and hands folded on your legs. You wished, prayed, to the Gods above to have minimal contact with the woman as much as possible.

Despite the years you’ve been with her, being near her makes you feel uneasy. Especially when she does things like-

“My dear.” Her hands breaches your vision. Holding onto the sides of your head, she pulls your head to her lap. Her eyes trained on your swollen lip, where Azula had prior demanded a kiss on her forehead. “Just look at you. Such deep eye bags and your poor, damaged lips.” Her thumb caresses your bottom lip.

She leans down just a bit, her hair falling from the sides, brushing ever so lightly on your cheek.

Your number itches.

And suddenly, your breath came out ragged. There’s that pressure on your chest. The familiar stinging behind your eyes. Every touch she gives stings, leaving your skin irritated.

Your lips parted with a gasp when you tried to speak. But nothing came out. The parting of your lips was big enough to let the still-unhealed gash to seep through. The blood ever so slightly dribbles out.

The offending thumb on your lip moves. Smearing the rich red around, painting your lips in blood as her eyes follow the movement.

“I’ve missed you…” She whispers out. Her hair curtaining your faces from the world.

Temporarily hiding your shame behind strands of rich hair.

“Did you miss me too, my young guard?”

You couldn’t say. Your lips were sealed once more as you stared at her, unblinking.

Oh, how you wish you were a bird. To fly and chase the sun. To be free and sore the neverending.

But you can’t.

Just like you can’t deny an order. You can’t abandon your post.

Your breathing became unsteady. Tears began to brim. Your mouth began to gasp as you felt your lips tremble. You could feel dread clawing at your back.

If Ursa truly did care for you as she said, why is she simply staring at you? Why is she still holding you? And why is she tilting your head up like this?

Before you could fully fall off the edge.

You felt an actual, physical pressure on your stomach.

“Mommy!” The cry snapped you back into reality.

You heard Ursa let out a sigh before she looked up to see her son running to her. A scratch on his cheek.

“What’s the matter, my dear?” She asked. Her hands finally left you as she soothed prince Zuko.

“Azula hurt me.” He mumbles out, trying to tame his wild tears with the help of his mother.

Once her attention was fully drawn away from you, you were quick to sit up, minding the weight on your stomach.

When you were up, you looked down to see Azula already staring up at you. She held onto your collar with surprising strength for a toddler. “Pwase.” she repeats.

“See, my dear. Azula’s sorry for what she did.” You heard the lady speak behind you.

You paid no mind to the two royals behind (you shouldn’t.)

Azula pouts, still intently staring up at you.

You let a smile slip by, glad that you had your back to Ursa. Bringing your hand up, you gently pat Azula’s head.

Giving the praise that she wanted.

You lean down to her head with a smile.

“Good job.” You whisper into the kiss.

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armpirate · 11 months

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 11

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook was waiting patiently, back resting against the car while he stared at the big private jet that was about to set off to Korea, while Yejun moved nervously on the other side of the car, waiting constantly for that girl to show up. But minutes kept passing by, and the chances of her showing up kept reducing.

She was a menace, and the best thing his boss could've done was taking her out of the way. Instead, he was planning on taking her to his country, and let her live inside his house. It didn't seem like he was aware of how vulnerable he was going to be, out of one horny night he had a few weeks ago.

—Sir, she won't come —but Jungkook didn't even turn to him.

—Stay in your place —he simply said, eyes still fixed on the airplane—. She will come.

He was so sure of that, that he didn't even waste any time thinking of her coming up or not. He already thought of how he'd introduce her into his life.

He was right. She came.

Yejun looked at the small girl that walked to them, with both of her hands inside the pockets of her jacket, while one of the bodyguards escorted her to where they were -while the man carried her luggage.

Y/n wasn't sure of what she was doing. But it wasn't like she had any other choice.

She woke up earlier that morning, and thought of the million ways she could say goodbye and the thousand excuses she could give as to why she was leaving. But she knew she wouldn't be able to tell them directly, so she chose to leave them a letter.

She remembered every word she wrote as she made her way to the black car in front of the private jet. How she thanked them two for turning into her family in the past years, the big debt she had with Jorge -especially. She knew she was good at hiding things, but didn't think she was that good at lying when she came up with the whole idea of being offered a job overseas a long time ago, and not saying a word because she hated goodbyes -although that was the only truth she wrote on that note. She hated the idea of seeing either of them being affected by her departure -Y/n was sure things would've been more difficult if she had sit with them later last night to tell them she was leaving. She also didn't forget to assure them she'd be sending them money every month so they could keep going the same way they did until then.

—She's here, sir —Yejun whispered to Jungkook, as soon as he was able to tell who the girl was.

Jungkook smirked at that comment, not turning to her, because she was expecting her to make the effort to talk to him first.

—Happy now? —Y/n let out annoyed, standing next to him.

He turned to her, and examined her frowned eyebrows and tensed jaw, while her lips were fighting not to spit the worst words that could come out of someone. She was annoyed at everything that was going on, but especially at how she was more focused on his exposed tattooed arm.

—Very —he nodded—. See how it isn't difficult to do as you're told?

He tried to reach her cheek, to pinch it playfully, but she moved her face away faster so his hand couldn't reach her.

—Hope you know this was your choice —he let his hand fall, and sneak into his pants pocket—. You were given freedom, but chose to play dumb.

—There was no way I could know you were a freak that would be following me —she spit back, eyes challenging his.

—And I had every right to, didn't I? —his pierced eyebrow raised with his question.

The fact that she was called out again for her actions, only proved to her she had no way of snapping back at him. Y/n was sure there was no way she could have him feeling sorry for her at that point.

—Phone? —he opened his hand to her.

Annoyed, she gave him his phone. And although she was already frisked, before she was able to walk to him, she felt one of the bodyguard's hands on her again just to confirm in front of him that she was wearing nothing.

A devilish smile was shown on his face when it was confirmed she had nothing on her, before he managed to throw the phone away. Y/n tensed her jaw at that, knowing that the damned phone was the least of her problems at that moment.

He invited her to get first inside the jet, and she felt her throat closing when she saw two big bodyguards dressed in black sitting in two of the first seats. Her anger and fear were momentarily blurred by the luxury that was radiating from the place. She had never been in one of those -she barely had been in an average plane-, but it was impressive for her that there were people in this world that had the chance to travel that way, with comfy and spacious seats, and always with the chance to look through the window.

Y/n was snapped back to reality when she took a seat, and saw Jungkook taking a seat right before her. Rolling her eyes, she stood up and stopped Yejun, getting in his way to the back of the jet. She didn't say a word, she just walked to one of the seats that were further from him.

Jungkook scoffed at her reaction, knowing damn well she wouldn't be easy to get.

—You didn't have to change seats —he mentioned.

—I did. I thought that seat would be better for a pet, and that's why your dog is sitting there instead —she replied, not turning to him as she referred to Yejun.

Jungkook curved his lips, looking away for a second before he stood again, sitting in front of her. She made an attempt to get up again, but he immobilized her when his hand covered her wrist to keep her back in place.

—If you think you're going to fuck me after all of this, you're so fucking delusional —she assured him, eyes piercing on his with the biggest rage she's seen in a woman in a long time -if ever.

—I don't care about fucking you —he tilted his head, making her eyebrows wrinkle for a quick second—. Just knowing you'll be looking pretty and untouched in my house will be enough —he let go of her wrist.

Without having her fight him, Jungkook slid the belt over her hips and buckled it. He didn't argue with her, he didn't prolong whatever conversation they were having. After saying that, Jungkook moved back to his seat, in front of a concerned Yejun -who still thought everything that was happening was a bad idea.

Almost three hours later, Y/n saw that the jet was landing. Something that confused her, because there was no way they were already in Korea. Jungkook saw her looking around from his seat, her head kept moving from one place to the other -as if she were going to find an answer to her question inside the jet.

—We're doing a stopover in Germany —Jungkook let her know.

Y/n was confused by that information, since she thought having direct flights was one of the many luxuries that flying in a private jet had. It seemed like she was wrong.

It was her opportunity.

There was no way that the security in Germany would side with that group of freaks. Pedro's power didn't reach that far, and she highly doubted anyone there even knew Jungkook. She could make everything finish right in that moment if she played her cards right.

—How long will we be here? —she asked, slightly turning to Jungkook.

—An hour at most, maybe less —he answered, eyes fixed on his phone.

—I want to stretch my legs —she commented, as if she were in a position to demand anything at all.

—Then walk around the jet —Yejun answered annoyed.

—I'm sorry, I don't do barking —Y/n replied back.

—This b...

Yejun was stopped by Jungkook, who grabbed his wrist and pushed him back to his seat when he made an attempt to stand up and walk to Y/n. She was forced to be there, but she knew that if Jungkook was bothering to take her to Seoul it was because the chances of her being hurt were minimal. If he had wanted to hurt her, he'd have done it back in Spain. She lost any kind of strength against him, but not against his men.

—Take her out —Jungkook asked one of his men.

Yejun complained right in front of him, huffing and shaking his head in disapproval as he saw the young girl grinning proud as she walked outside. Sitting back on his seat, Jungkook kept his eyes on the phone, focusing on the text Namjoon had sent him just a few minutes before -where he was congratulating him for closing the deal with Pedro.

Everything was silent and calm, until it was not. A dry hit and a hurted groan got Yejun and Jungkook looking at each other, expecting the worst. Heading out of the jet, they found the guard covering his nose with one hand, while blood kept drooling down his chin.

—What shall we do now? —Yejun looked at him.

If she escaped, it was only a matter of time until she tried to contact the security in the airport. Sighing, he turned towards the long-haired man.

—Send a notice to the security of the airport —he turned again, looking at the building—. She'll tell us where she is herself.

Y/n, who had used her only chance to run away, hit the bodyguard that was standing right behind her, smacking her elbow against his nose before she tried to run towards the inside of the airport before any of the men inside the jet was able to get out. Although she only was able to reach one of those mini carts before she heard those voices behind her.

She tried to recover from that race she made, and tried to control her heart beating against her chest as if it were aiming to escape over her throat. She needed some time to think what she was going to do before she could take the next step.

Looking over the cart, she saw that there were no men in black looking for her outside the jet. She could only see people that worked in the airport, wearing a reflective vest, walking around or just talking to one another.

She took a deep breath, bravery building inside of her, when she decided to get up and start walking to the building, trying to hide behind anything that could cover her body -although she didn't have the impression of being followed.

Her pupils shook as she looked around, and celebrated out loud when she finally found two people that seemed like security guards. She thought that she could start crying at any point as she headed to them.

—Please, help me —Y/n started talking fast—. He... He... He's coming. I don't have much time —she started rambling.

—Slow, take it slow —one of the men spoke—. What do you need?

—Help.

The two men looked at each other, before they finally decided to take her to the security room. There weren't a lot of people there. It was only her and another man that looked as if he had done anything, but something good.

She gulped thick, when the woman looked over the counter and then looked at the two guards. They gave her a strange expression, as if they had recognised her from somewhere. And a tiny hope ran over her body at the thought of someone maybe reporting how she was taken away against her will. Maybe Amira tried to make up for what she did.

It could be one of those cases where she was the only one being saved after a fair amount of victims.

She was being signaled to walk towards the counter, which she did. She supported herself on the elevated surface, looking at the man and the woman with scared eyes before they spoke.

—They'll come to pick you up soon.

Confused, she looked at the both of them again. Pick her up? Who? She could only pray it was a group of cops that were informed of her situation. It had to be that.

Y/n was so deep in her thoughts and own theories that wasn't aware that someone stepped inside the office. At least not until she felt a hand on her shoulder, and heard a voice that froze her right on the spot.

How the fuck...?

—Thanks for letting me know she was here —he thanked, with the most educated tone she had ever heard from someone before.

—It's okay —the woman nodded—. You'd be surprised with the amount of cases we have with people in her condition.

Her condition?

Jungkook managed to think fast as soon as he was aware of her missing. Keeping his head cold, as he thought of the best way to have her being ignored or treated like she was talking nonsense. If he moved first to report her disappearance, the chances of anyone believing whatever she tried to say were low. Adding that to a mental health condition, and some medication, it'd be the perfect match to totally invalidate her attestation. Although it didn't seem like she made any.

—Thank you so much —he bowed again.

The change in the way he behaved left her completely speechless. He went from that sweet and educated guy, to a dark beast that dragged her inside the jet and threw her on one of the seats.

—Doll, you really have no idea who you're messing with —he sighed, when he was aware of her eyes on him—. But don't worry, you'll know soon.

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