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donaweasley · 3 years

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Their Little Secret

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot: This can be read as a sequel to What If or even as a solo.

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst in relationship, a happy ending! Oh! And late-night hazards and a long read. Sorry!

Read time: ~26 mins

“(Y/N), could you please take a look at this once?”

Loki waltzed in through (Y/N)’s door with a file in his hand. She was reading a book, when he knocked.

“It’s pretty late. I thought you said you’d go straight to bed. What are you doing with this poor old piece of rat-food now?”

“I did. But then I couldn’t sleep. So...I thought of doing something boring enough to lull me to sleep. But this old file actually turned out to be quite interesting,” he explained animatedly. “I just couldn’t understand one part. So, here I am!”

She eyed him suspiciously as he spread his arms to accentuate his royal presence.

“That, or you wanted to see me, and this file is a flimsy excuse,” she drawled.

“Come on, darling! I’m fond of you but not to the extent that I’ll have to make lame excuses to see you. Besides, why would I need to lie to you?”

After taking a moment to consider his words, she stepped beside him and asked him to show the file.

“It is here - this part,” he pointed at a chunk of printed information.

“This one is…” She pondered aloud. “That doesn’t make sense! Loki, w-where did you get this from? That doesn’t look like any mission report or anything. It looks like...an excerpt...from...a book?”

Before she could register, a kiss landed on her cheek. It was immediately followed by Loki excitedly wishing her, “Goodnight, darling,” and vanishing into a green glow.

She stood stunned for a while. Gradually, the tingling sensation where Loki’s lips had caressed her skin began to spread like wildfire through her face, and soon she was blushing and smiling like an idiot.

“Idiot!” She cursed him as she flopped back on the bed.

After a few seconds of fiddling with the bookmark, and staring at blurred lines on the page, she closed the book, and decided to call it a night. After what Loki just did, nothing else could compare to a happier ending to the day.

As she closed her eyes, sunny memories started flooding her mind.

It had all started hardly two months ago, when they were having their usual midnight snacks, casually talking the day’s stress away, talking nonsense - just the usual best buddy night.

But then something happened: a childish game of “what-ifs”.

It was fun, for the most part, until Loki had asked her about her intentions if she met the love of her life the next day. Already stained with painful memories of past relationships and with the hopelessness about her love life, she tried her best to evade the question. But Loki, being Loki, kept proding her until she gave him a genuine reason for her frustration.

And everything changed after that. Because in trying to save the other from falling down the emotional cliff, they had saved each other. They had found each other.

She laughed softly as she remembered the hesitancy in both their hearts as they had crossed the threshold of friendship.

That was the first time that she had kissed him. On the cheek. And that was even before she had fully realised that her feelings for him were no longer platonic.

That was the first time Loki had put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Another giggle escaped her as she remembered the moment when the soft morning light, and a stiff back had awakened her from her sleep.

Both were still sitting in almost the same position as they had been when they were chatting.

She had found herself cocooned in the arms of Loki, her legs tangled with his, both of them safe under the thin blanket that Loki had picked while preparing for their night. Her head rested on his chest, while his rested on the top of her head.

The last thing that she remembered from the previous night was them promising each other that no matter how things turned out, they’d always be beside one another. And then Loki had pulled her closer, and gently laid her head on his throbbing chest.

It was now peacefully moving up and down with his sleepy breaths. Before opening her eyes to reality, she stole a few moments to let this feeling sink in.

When she had closed her eyes the night before, there was an excitement so high in the air that Thor’s thunder would have been ashamed. It was the hammering of Loki’s heart that had eventually put her to sleep.

The morning brought a peaceful rhythm beneath her ears. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was...reassuring. She loved it more than the thrill of the past few hours.

But no matter how long she tried to soak herself in the feeling, the incidents of the night before still seemed somewhat unbelievable. How could something months long change overnight? Was it all a mirage then, cast by the treacherous night?

The darkness of the night sets the mind free to imagine anything, take any decision. But the clarity of the day brings logic to the forefront, which sometimes turns out to be good but sometimes not so good.

But...it had felt right. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It still felt right. That was all the assurance that she needed for the moment.

As she turned in her bed, she remembered the raspy voice in which Loki had wished her a good morning.

The close proximity, the husky, sleep-laden voice, the sudden change in the air - everything made blood rush to her cheeks and ears. Loki had sleepily chuckled at her flushed state, though he was only slightly better than her in hiding his own flustered state.

Ever since, not a single day had passed when the two of them hadn’t thanked the stars.

She used to think that she loved Loki’s friendship more than anything. She was happy to be proven wrong when she experienced Loki’s courtship.

A different flower everyday, sometimes inside her room, laid carefully near her door, sometimes on her bedside table, and on some mornings, beside her pillow.

She was used to going out with her best friend Loki, but going out with her boyfriend Loki was an experience on a whole new level. Light brushes of the fingers, sometimes an arm around her shoulder, intertwining of fingers, occasional brushes of his lips on her temple, and not-very-occasional blushes that tinted both their skins.

Every day, before parting for the day, she was blessed with bear hugs from him - something that she had never expected him to be fond of.

It was the best time of her life! Almost every doubt that she had about this relationship not working out had evaporated long ago. It was - she dared to say - perfect!

Except for one small hiccup: they had to keep everything off the radar.

For one, they were still testing the waters. No matter how happy and confident they were with one another, their newfound relationship was still at its infancy, and they didn’t want to declare anything to the rest of the team right away.

Second, everybody in the compound had been teasing both (Y/N) and Loki about “getting a room” for a long time. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were finally correct. Well, figuratively.

Unfortunately, the team did not know that they had already confessed their feelings to each other. And so, they were desperate to make the love birds see the truth of their emotions. The Avengers, tough and stubborn as they were, never gave up. And Loki and (Y/N) simply decided to play along.

For instance, around a month and a half ago, Tony had thrown one of his usual parties at the compound, and had brought a line of apparent suitors for (Y/N) and a host of gorgeous ladies and lads to introduce to Loki.

Though the new couple was initially confused at the unbridled attention, they eventually understood what was going on: Tony Stark had decided to use the age-old recipe of jealousy to crack either one or both of them.

It was fun, they both admitted later, to dance to the tune, and give the host a frowning face when he realised that neither were biting the bait. Instead, both seemed to be enjoying themselves flirting or dancing with their respective “baits”.

What escaped the eagle eyes of the team were the furtive looks that both (Y/N) and Loki threw at each other from time to time. It wasn’t easy to masquerade those longing glances with playful teases that two friends might share. But they had to.

Late into the night, after the party was over, Loki teleported into (Y/N)’s room. The security cameras were still a threat to their little secret.

“Hello beautiful!” Loki purred when she didn’t turn all her attention towards him as she usually did, but kept herself apparently busy in making the bed.

“Is this my consolation prize for all your flirting this evening?” She tried to keep it casual but her displeasure seeped into her tone.

“Ooh, someone sounds jealous,” he drawled.

“Speak for yourself, God!”

Loki stepped towards her, and gently caught her hand, putting a pause to her actions.

“Look at me. Please?”

She smiled as she faced him, but he could easily catch the facade.

“I know what you're trying to do. You can’t fool me, (Y/N).”

“And what is it that I’m doing?” She tried to question with the same casualness but her voice kept betraying her.

“You are trying to make it look like it didn’t affect you - me being with all those lovely people. But in reality, you are hurt, even if it is a tiny bit.”

Her smile faltered. Of course, she couldn’t fool the God of Lies!

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, “I don’t know why you’re saying this Loki. I’m perfectly fine! Why would I-”

“You and I understand each other perfectly,” Loki gently cut her off. “Or did you forget that?”

He reminded her of the one line - of the one realisation - that had triggered the tiniest thoughts of them being possibly together, if at all.

Realizing that all doors were closed for her, she tried to turn away from him, only to be stopped by the trickster.

“If it makes you feel any good,” he resumed, “it did burn me a bit, too, to watch you dance and laugh with those clowns.”

At this, she burst into laughter. Loki was glad at the change of mood, and allowed a few happy creases around his eyes as well.

“Is that true,” she asked, “or are you simply trying to make me feel better?”

He shrugged, “What do you think?”

“I’d like to believe that it’s true,” she confessed shyly.

“It is.”

“Well then,” she said after suppressing a wild grin that tried to crack its way through, “I guess that makes us even.”

“Guess so.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” she sighed, “I lied earlier because I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything. I mean...jealousy? That’s the first stage of obsession. And...I don’t want you to think that...”

“Hey,” Loki held both her hands in his, “your feelings for me will never suffocate me. On the contrary, they help me breathe. You have given my life a new purpose. I thought I was happy being your best friend. But this...this is even better. Never think that you’re putting any kind of pressure on me. None of those men or women out there, or anywhere for that matter, can bring me what I feel with you, for you.”

Words seemed insufficient for what she wanted to say. So, she simply nodded, and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.

He chuckled as he ran his hand on her head, “Being jealous actually makes you look cute.”

She unwrapped herself from him just enough to look at his face, “Says the man who just confessed being jealous himself!”

“I never said I don’t look cute,” he shrugged again.

Shaking her head and laughing, she pulled his face down, and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

“Go now, before I punch that cute face of yours.”

“When you say ‘punch’,” Loki drawled, “do you mean…’kiss every inch of’...?”

Blushing furiously, she pushed him towards the door.

“Shut up, and just go!”

Loki laughed as he wished her a lovely night, and disappeared into his usual green glow.

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But the Avengers were not the ones to give up.

Not many weeks later, Natasha planned an evening at one of her favourite nightclubs. While Steve, Vision and Bucky backed out of the plan, given their previous not-so-delightful interactions with the loudness and the crowd, Thor and Tony were adamant on dragging Loki with them.

“We thought you liked a little fun! Since when did you start wearing grandpa’s knickers?” Tony snorted.

“C’mon, brother, don’t embarrass me,” Thor’s voice boomed in Loki’s room. “(Y/N) has embarrassed me enough. She didn’t want to go either. Said she’d rather sleep than be tormented by the blasted noise.”

She said what? That means she’s going to stay back-

“Wait, what?” Tony turned towards Thor with a perplexed look, “She said that?”

He turned around to face Loki again, “Are you two planning something or have you both become boring?”

No, no, no! They’ll add up…

“I am not boring!” Loki declared. He decided to stay quiet on the other option that Stark had mentioned.

“Well, then join us,” Tony shrugged.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Loki agreed.

Needless to say, his eyes went wide when he saw (Y/N) dressed up and ready for the outing when he was expecting her in her pajamas. When she silently questioned him, he immediately realised that he had been tricked.

I have to be more careful.

The team’s plan soon became obvious when, after a few rounds of shots, everyone made a beeline to the dance floor, leaving behind a string of excuses, and Loki and (Y/N) at the bar. Even through the crowd, the duo’s trained eyes could catch glimpses of their teammates shadowing them.

“Do they really think getting drunk will make us confess?” She shouted over the sound of the music.

“I’m a God,” he shouted back. “Midgardian liquor doesn’t affect me anyway.”

“Well, it affects me,” she shrugged and drained another shot down her throat, “and I love it!”

Last one.

She had started feeling dizzy. Getting wasted could be saved for another moment when she wasn’t being spied on.

A few minutes passed in silence as neither was fond of shouting to communicate. (Y/N) bobbed her head to the music while Loki eyed the mass of bodies swaying and moving with the beats.

“Would you-” Loki began but stopped midway.

While her eyes questioned him, he silently slipped from the stool, and came to stand almost behind her.

His hot breath, dipped in a faint whiff of alcohol, hit the shell of her ear as he purred, “Would you like to dance with me?”

She was rendered immobile for a while. A small corner of her mind wondered if Loki knew what he was doing to her.

I bet he knows what he’s doing.

“I’d have loved to!” She drawled. “It’s a shame there isn’t room for a waltz here, and I wouldn’t want a God like you to hop like teeangers in the crowd.”

She felt his chest brush against her back.

“I was actually hoping that you’d be up for that dance,” he pointed at a section of the crowd where bodies were gliding against each other in the most provocative ways.

Her breath hitched again. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that Loki was smirking at his achievement.

But this time, she wouldn’t squeal, she wouldn’t push him away with a timid smile. Diffidence and boldness both tugged at polar ends of her heart until boldness won the war.

Not this time. Two can play the game, darling.

“So, what’s stopping you?” Her lips almost brushed his earlobe as she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.

Where did that come from?!

Loki wasn’t prepared for this.

It was usually him who threw mildly suggestive comments which she pushed away with a shy gesture. He never expected the tables to turn so quickly.

She did not even have enough shots to get drunk yet, he noticed.

“What happened, did the cat get your silver tongue?” She smirked.

“I-I...uh...”

While Loki continued to gape at her, an inkling of panic nudged her chest.

Did I take it too far? He obviously wasn’t ready for this, but…

It all must have been another prank for him, and I…

No!

With a cackle, she sliced the apparent tension in the air. “So, finally got you, ha? Mischief!” She winked.

Turning towards the bartender, she ordered another shot.

Loki’s brain was still trying to decipher her behaviour.

Did she really mean it…? It didn’t look like a joke though…

As she focused on her drink, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but the incessant dance of light and shadows made her features almost unreadable.

“You should get back to your seat, y’know?” She told him with downcast eyes.

“What?”

“The team might notice and...they might know.”

Did her voice just...tremble?

Loki hated the place: the noise, the dim lights, the secrecy - he hated the way everything seemed to veil her from him.

“I think I’ll go find them.”

Downing another drink, she hopped off her seat, and disappeared in the crowd, leaving Loki to his thoughts.

Once they were back in the compound, Loki went straight to (Y/N)’s room. This time he did not sneak into her room using magic; he knocked on her door. This wasn’t the moment to play a game of cat and mouse. If the entire compound was prying on him, he would gladly allow them to. Well, maybe not gladly.

“Hey! Hi, Loki!”

Her smile was as bright as ever.

Was it all in my mind then?

“Are you alright?” He tried to sound calm but his anxiety turned out to be more stubborn than him.

“Yes, I am. What- Come inside first.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to stride into her room, and flump down on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he began honestly, “I thought...I thought you were upset. At the club… I thought I saw you...sad? I’m not sure. I just had this feeling that you’re probably not okay, and-”

“Loki,” she held his shoulders and gently hushed him, “I’m fine.”

Her assurance enabled him to breathe normally again.

Caressing his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you, Loki! For everything. For caring so much about me.”

“(Y/N),” he held her hand, “are you hiding something? From me?”

He didn’t miss the way she gulped before replying.

“Why would you say that?”

“Look, I’m sorry if I cross the lines sometimes. I know I tease you but those are… I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable or have hurt you.”

“You are an idiot! Do you know that? You’ve never hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, get these stupid thoughts out of your little brain, and give me that devilishly charming smile of yours.”

Despite all her compliments, his eyes did not light up as they usually did.

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Absolutely!”

“You’ll tell me if you’re upset, won’t you? Promise me.”

He took note of how she licked her lips before nodding.

Something is not right.

“Come here,” he pulled her in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “And I’m not an idiot. I am smart.”

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The next few weeks turned out to be more and more challenging as the team was now hell-bent on getting them exposed. What made them so sure of their relationship was still a mystery to the couple.

“Are we that obvious?” (Y/N) asked Loki one day.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It is said that it shows on the faces of those in love. So, I guess...”

The words, coming from him, filled her with warmth. If that be true, and if everyone could see that they were in love only by looking at them, then she’d happily trade their secrecy for more obviousness.

But every time they came close to taking the relationship to the next level, she would find Loki backing away. Every time they had the opportunity to reveal their beautiful secret to the team, he would quickly shield both of them.

Why, Loki? Do you not want us?

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It was a rainy evening when Tony had gathered everyone in the living room. At first (Y/N) thought that it was an urgent meeting for a new mission. But when she knew the actual reason behind it, she couldn’t prevent the snort that escaped her.

“Excuse me?” Tony pointed at her. “You got some problem, princess?”

“Truth or dare? Like, how old are we? Twelve?”

Tony spread his arms as if to silently make a point. “Since when did you start categorizing fun into ages? Ever since you started dating Rock of Ages?”

“Hey!” Loki made a tiny protest at his nickname.

“We are not dating,” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“And there goes my question,” Wanda sighed from across the room.

In response, (Y/N) simply rolled her eyes, and grumbled, “Kids!”

Once the game started, the team wasted no time in getting to the point: (Y/N) and Loki.

The first one to get attacked was Loki.

“No, no truth for you,” Sam chimed in just as Loki sucked in a breath to choose “truth”.

“He’s the God of Lies!” Sam announced, “He can easily slip away with any lie!”

“The bird’s got a point!” Tony agreed, followed by everyone else. “‘Dare’ for you!”

“This is not how it works,” Loki protested.

“Did you play this on Asgard? Thor?”

“No, we had never even heard of it until we came here,” the big brother responded.

“But-”

“Nah-ah!” Tony didn’t let him finish. “This is exactly how it is played. Who wants to give the God of Mischief a mischievous dare?”

(Y/N) wanted to protest; she wanted to tell Tony that he was bending the rules to get to them. But any word of support would further corner them both. All she could do was play along.

“Kiss (Y/N). And you know where I mean.”

Nat’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. She watched in horror as Loki’s expressions changed from shock to anger while the entire team cheered.

“Nat!” (Y/N) jumped up from her seat, “do you even hear yourself? He’s my best friend! We can’t just...”

“Why not?” Sam questioned with a smirk. “You seemed to be enjoying it when I was asked to kiss Buck. He’s my best buddy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bucky mumbled.

“C’mon, it’s just a game! Don’t be a spoilsport.”

Steve?? Et tu?

Rubbing her eyes, (Y/N) tried to find a way out of it. She knew well that if Loki kissed her, she’d melt into it. Everything would become obvious.

No, no, no!! This can’t be. They can’t just expose us like this. Loki would be so....

Wait, why isn’t he saying anything?

She opened her eyes to see Loki standing. His expression was unfathomable.

Oh no! Is he going to…

“This is outrageous!” Loki snapped and turned on his heels to walk out of the room.

Oh!

For reasons she did not want to explore then, (Y/N)’s heart dropped several feet. She was expecting a similar reaction from him but wasn’t hoping for it.

Quickly gravitating back to the situation in hand, she stammered an excuse or two for his behaviour, and followed his tracks to check on him.

Once both of them were out of earshot, Tony leaned towards the group, “Did we save it or kill it.”

“Looks like we killed it,” Sam sighed.

“Trust me,” Wanda smiled, “we saved it.”

“Vision? What do you think?”

“I still do not understand why you have to torment them like this. Let them come out when they want to. It’s-”

“Okay!” Tony interrupted him. “Sorry I asked! My bad!”

The door to Loki’s room was half open when (Y/N) arrived. Gingerly, she admitted herself inside.

Loki was standing at the window, with his back towards her. His head was bowed but his hands were curled into fists on both sides of his body.

“Loki?”

The name came out so softly that she couldn’t be sure if he had heard it, given that he did not move at all.

But before she could call him again, he spoke.

“I did not want this to happen,” his voice bore that particular kind of seriousness that usually preceded an unwanted or unhappy revelation.

What?

“I am sorry, (Y/N).” He turned towards her, and she realised in an instant that he wasn’t fooling around.

“What are you talking about, Loki? What did you not want to happen?”

Her chest felt tighter with every passing second.

Please, not what I’m fearing.

“This,” his hand vaguely gestured towards the hallway. “Whatever happened just now. I knew they would come down to this one day. I never wanted-”

“It’s okay,” she interjected. “I did not like that either. Although they meant no harm. It was just for fun… And I understand if you're having second thoughts. This entire thing between us was just something… y’know, a spur of the moment kind of thing. I totally understand if-"

"(Y/N)! Where is this coming from? What are you even talking about?"

She couldn’t make herself look at him, for if she did, he could clearly see the moisture pooling in her eyes. She needed to appear strong.

“Loki, you’ve always been my best friend. And I’ve loved that. You know it. And it’s okay if this new turn in our relationship does not turn out to be something that you had hoped for. It happens. It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay for me,” Loki grasped her hands. “What are you saying? Why? A-are you not happy with me? Have I done something wrong? Did I offend you in any way?”

What is he saying? I thought…

As she looked up at him, a couple of drops ran down her cheeks and on her shirt.

“(Y/N), please tell me. You had promised to tell me anything and everything that upsets you. So, tell me what happened. Why do you speak of our relationship as if it was a mistake?”

“It never was a mistake for me,” she breathed, “I thought you felt...I thought you...”

“What?”

The shaky way in which the question came out of him stung her more than any thought of Loki not wanting this relationship. It was then that she realised how badly she had hurt him.

He never wanted to leave! He always wanted me? Us?

She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. “I thought that you...didn’t want...this. Us. I-”

“Why would you even think so? Why would you bear such thoughts when I love you with every fiber of my being?”

Her head snapped up.

“You love me?” Her own voice became shaky.

“Of course, I do,” he gently placed a hand on her cheek, “always have. At first I thought it was a love for friends until that night, when I realised that I wanted to be more than just friends with you.”

More tears fell down her cheek as she rejoiced in the moment. Loki wiped them all, and placed soft kisses on each cheek.

“And all this time, I was afraid that you’re having second thoughts,” she confessed.

“And why is that?”

“Because...”

How do I say that it’s because you haven’t kissed me yet? And ran away from the one moment we had today, albeit in a not-so-comfortable situation?

“Because I haven’t kissed you yet?” Loki asked her.

Her heart beat so violently, she could have sworn that Loki could hear it. Her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted. “That is the reason why I did not dance with you in the club either. I was teasing you, yes, but when you responded I was definitely taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was you or the ambience talking. So…

You have always shied away from any comments that I make, and...I did not want to push anything on you.”

“Oh, Loki!”

She hugged him so hard that even the Asgardian had to take two steps back to balance himself.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she wept into his shirt. “I misunderstood your actions for… I pushed you away. I thought you weren’t ready for this relationship. I’m sorry!”

Tears of both apology and relief flooded her. He tried to sush her as he rocked her slowly from side to side.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she stood straight. Loki looked at her red-eyed, tear-stained face and tutted.

“Doesn’t suit you, darling. Show me your crazy, grinning face.”

With a chuckle, she gave him a funny face-splitting smile, making both of them laugh.

“(Y/N), I didn’t want to kiss you because of a game or under the watchful eyes of that insufferable bunch of imbeciles. But if you will allow me now, I-”

“Just stop being so polite for a change, and kiss me,” she tugged at the collars of his shirt.

Loki didn’t need to be asked twice.

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In the hall, the Avengers were busy speculating the outcome of their little plan, when the couple in discussion walked in. Hand in hand.

“Yes, we had changed our relationship status around six months ago,” (Y/N) announced to a stunned audience.

“And yes, we kissed. Just now. And I hope you know where I mean,” Loki added before dragging his love away towards the elevator.

“What was that?” She whispered as she was being whisked away.

“What?” Loki asked innocently, although his eyes stated otherwise.

“You didn’t need to declare that we just kissed!” She laughed as the doors of the elevator closed.

He shrugged while jabbing at a button. “They wanted us to kiss anyway. So, I gave them the satisfaction of knowledge. Besides, they need to know who you belong to now.”

“Aha! Possessive?”

“No! I also made it clear who I belong to now.”

He smiled as the doors opened to the hallway that led to his room. And once again, his words had rendered her speechless.

Silver tongue!

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𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑮𝒐 𝑶𝒏 (𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 (𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛)/ 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 6.8K

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑷*𝒓𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑*𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒅𝒐𝒎 × 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃!, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

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Soft pants once again slipped out of his lips, the bottom of them glossy after he had run his tongue over them. He tried so hard to keep quiet, even though he was the only one in the room. One of his hands was buried inside the blankets covering his exposed bottom half, stroking his length at a slow pace, his thumb occasionally playing with the slit on the bulbous head.

Through hooded eyes, he watched as the figure on the screen pushed her panties to the side and ran the tip of the pink glittery dildo across her soaking lips, effectively smearing some of her arousal onto the plastic toy. Her eyes were once again covered by a Venetian masquerade mask, a signature trademark she always possessed during her livestreams. But Mingi could see, and feel, the lust and yearning in them, he swore it was as if she was looking directly at him...

Probably the same thought and illusion the hundreds of thousands of other viewers had as well.

"Do you want me to put it inside me? Want me to fuck myself on this huge cock?"

Immediately a bunch of comments started pouring in, begging her to do it with a splatter of cuss words in between their request. The female let out a teasing chuckle as she read them.

"Desperate now aren't we? But you've all been so generous and I've teased you all too long.."

Lifting her hips up slightly, she lined the dildo up her entrance and slowly sank down on it, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth as the toy stretched her out in the most delicious and painful way. This was by far the biggest toy she had put inside herself and it turned Mingi on so much to see this tiny and cute girl fit a dildo that was almost as big as his own cock into her frail body. He watched in fascination as her legs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust to the size once it was all the way in. His hand squeezed hard at his throbbing length, waiting for her to move so his hand could match her rhythm.

Regaining her composure, she looked back at the camera and smirked before she started rolling her hips. As soon as he saw her movements, his hand began pumping himself once again, holding back the urge to speed up or cum before she did. He always did enjoy cumming at the same time she did. His eyes were latched onto the screen, gaze fixed on her and the way she slid in and out of the toy. He imagined it was his own cock, lord knows how many times he wished it was him she was touching, he wanted to taste her essence as it dripped out of her, wanted her to ride him as she called him 'baby boy' and just be good and pliant for her. He especially wanted to know what her face looked like, she was shrouded with pure mystery that only added to her sexiness and heightened his desire to be with her. For just one night.

But he had to be content with watching her livestreams. It was enough to get him through his stressful days. Especially now when they were preparing hard for a comeback. Mingi was grateful when she decided to pick up the pace and start bouncing on the dildo, his hand now furiously jerking himself off, getting dangerously close to cumming. The moans her pretty lips were pouring out wasn't helping either.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. You gonna cum with me?" She teased, her hand reaching down and rubbing at her clit.

Mingi resisted the urge to answer back, instead opting for muffling the groan that was about to burst out of him.

"Cum with me my pretty baby. Cum for me like the good boy you are." She cooed softly.

That was all it took for Mingi to spill all over his blanket, effectively soiling it. He gasped a little too loudly than what he intended to, but he couldn't help it. Not after edging himself for so long and biting down on his lip so much he'd swear he probably drew blood. He layed his arm to rest on the pillow next to him, feeling sore after that intense session. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the girl pulled the long toy out of her, trails of her slick juices pouring out and Mingi oh so wished to know what they tasted like.

Giving a tired smile to the camera, she waved at her audience. Mingi pouted slightly.

"I want to give you the best aftercare if only I knew who you were." Without realizing it, his fingers grazed the screen slightly.

"Thank you for joining me on my livestream. I hope you all have a good night."

She looked at the right hand side of the screen, looking at some of the comments before snorting.

"Oh. You guys wanna see it? Ok."

Turning around, she let them admire the tramp stamp adorning her lower back: a cherry slightly shaped like a heart with a green arrow stem piercing through the middle. All her viewers went crazy for it and Mingi was no exception.

Turning her head back to the camera, she winked.

"See you next time."

The screen went completely black, bright red letters on it as it read:

Cherry Venus' Livestream Has Ended

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Mingi!"

Hongjoong's voice called out for him. Mingi rolled his eyes, already dreading whatever the tiny leader was going to ask him to do. Shuffling his way down the hall, he yelled.

"What?!"

Hongjoong quickly appeared, an unamused look on his face.

"Don't give me attitude! I need you to do me a favor."

Without wasting a second, Mingi began walking to the kitchen, hand already opening the cabinet.

"Ok, what do you need me to get down for you?"

Hongjoong let out a mutter of incoherent noises.

"That's not what I needed you for!" He crossed his arms and frowned.

Mingi immediately retracted his hand.

"Oh....what'd you need?"

Hongjoong inhaled as he glared at the top of Mingi's head.

"I need you to go over with Y/N. Seonghwa wants a bake a cake but someone destroyed our pan, so go ask her if she has one we can borrow."

"What the heck? It was new. How did our baking pan get destroyed?"

Right at that moment as Mingi was asking that question, Yeosang walked in then rapidly spun on his heel and walked right back out, making the two other guys look at him curiously.

"While you go do that, imma go investigate what that bunny is hiding."

Without giving him an option, Hongjoong passed by Mingi and made his way to Yeosang's and Wooyoung's room, ready to start nagging and scolding for any involvement in the pan incident.

Having no other choice, Mingi put his shoes on and went over to their neighbor's door to ask for her help. He ran the doorbell and waited for her to come out.

"Oh. Hi Mingi." He observed the smaller girl as she slowly opened the door.

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing?" Mingi always made it a point to be extra friendly and enthusiastic around her, who was really shy and soft spoken.

He remembers the first time he and the rest of the members met her when she moved in next door. Yunho took the heavy box she was carrying out of her hands and she just stared at him with wide eyes, completely in shock at how tall he was. When they asked if she wanted help, she just nodded and uttered the quietest thanks in the history of soft words. San and Wooyoung were absolutely enamoured with how cute she was and tried hugging her or pinch her cheeks, but Seonghwa and Yeosang prevented them from doing so, thinking it would scare her to have complete strangers touching her, even if they meant no harm. Mingi just watched from the side as he helped bring some of her stuff inside. After a while, she started talking to them more, occasionally joking around and always checking up on them or bringing them food. She was still a bit shy, but not as much as before.

"I'm fine. Did you need something?" She asked.

"Yeah! We were wondering if we could borrow a baking pan from you."

She opened the door wider and gestured for him to follow her. As usual, her place was neat and spotless, not a single speck of dirt or a cushion out of place. She was always meticulous like that, something Seonghwa and her had in common. Mingi could only snort at that. But he'd never make fun of her for it. Seonghwa yes, but not her. She was too nice and never made fun of him or scolded him. In fact, she was always taking care to him when the others couldn't.

He followed her to the kitchen, hand already reaching for one of the cabinets.

"Will you need my assistance in getting anything down for you?" He offered.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I actually keep them down here, but thank you Mingi."

"Oh.... maybe I should stop insinuating that people need me to get things for them." He admitted awkwardly, remembering the incident with Hongjoong just minutes ago.

"You know Mingi. Just because you're taller than the rest of us, doesn't mean we can't get things down by ourselves. Ladders were invented for a reason." Her statement made him poke his bottom lip out.

"Maybe I like feeling useful."

She couldn't help but smile at his little confession as she crouched down, opening one of the lower cabinets, which was surprisingly unorganized. She glanced back at him with an embarrassed look.

"I haven't gotten to organize all of the kitchen supplies." She explained.

"Y/N you've seen how we live, trust me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He assured her.

Y/N went back to her task of rummaging around, trying to figure out where she stashed the damned baking pan. As she moved around, her shirt slightly rose up, exposing part of her lower back, which Mingi would have just shrugged off and not paid attention to......

If a certain splash of red tint wasn't sprawled all over it.

Mingi stared in shock as he recognized the familiar cherry heart tattoo that he had fantasized about so many times. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination, but when he looked back down, it was still there. So many thoughts were going through his head that he didn't notice Y/N had found the pan and was now holding it out to him.

"Mingi? Are you all right?" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts.

He stared at her in bewilderment, eyes boring right through her and Y/N shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

"Um....here's the pan."

Mingi mentally slapped himself and managed to compose himself.

"Thank Y/N! You're so nice as always. I'll be sure to tell Seonghwa to bring you cake as a sign of appreciation."

He spoke just as fast as the footsteps he took to get out of her apartment.

"That-that won't be necessary-"

"Please! I insist. You're just as sweet as a cherry- I mean! A cotton candy! I mean....."

He decided to stop himself before he messed up even more.

"Thank you Y/N and have a good day!"

He sped back over to the dorm, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N confused as to his strange behavior and yet not at all surprised.

"He always was the most bizarre one of them..." But then the image of Hongjoong pouring his milk first before cereal immediately shut down that statement.

Mingi closed the door to the dorm behind him, his back settling on the wall as his eyes looked at the ground for a few seconds, completely oblivious to the argument coming from Hongjoong's room. Going inside the kitchen, he placed the pan in front of Seonghwa, who was already on the task of getting out the ingredients for the pastry.

"You look like you saw a ghost." He pointed out.

Seonghwa looked back at Mingi when the latter didn't respond. He just kept his eyes locked on the pan in front of him. Seonghwa waved a hand in front of him.

"Earth to Mingi!" He exclaimed.

Mingi covered his ears.

"There was no need to shout you know."

Seonghwa let out an incredulous "whoah". He decided it was best not to pay attention to whatever was going on in Mingi's mind, just in case it was something that would end up making him angry or just straight out make him lose brain cells. He opened the freezer door and took out the frozen fruits that kept there.

"What I should I decorate the cake with? San wants kiwis and pineapple, but I kinda wanted strawberries and cherries. What do you say?"

He held out the options out for Mingi to decide, however Mingi just shot up at the mention of cherries.

"I know nothing about cherries ok?!" He stormed out of the kitchen, speeding for his room to hide under the shelter of his blankets.

Seonghwa blinked at his sudden outburst before sighing.

"Literally just tell me you don't want them. No need to be such a drama queen."

Hongjoong opened the door to his room, with Yeosang and Wooyoung trailing behind him, their heads hung low as Hongjoong directed them to go to their room and follow through with their punishment.

"Well the mystery of the destroyed pan is solved." Hongjoong announced happily.

Seonghwa however ignored him, making him pout.

"You're not interested in what I have to say again." Hongjoong whined as he shimmied over to where Seonghwa stood. Tilting his head, he asked.

"Are you still mad about taking them into my room?"

Seonghwa glared at Hongjoong, his eyes speaking for him.

"Well I had to. Besides, it'll be good for you to know that the reason why the pan was destroyed is because your angel son, Yeosang, tried to kill Wooyoung with it when they stayed home by themselves."

Seonghwa involuntarily let out a laugh.

"Probably had it coming."

Hongjoong opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided against it. He stared at the contents in front of him.

"So did you finally decide what you want on it?"

"No. And Mingi is no help either. He got all freaked out when I pulled out the cherries. It was weird. He's not allergic right?"

Hongjoong picked up the cherries and held them in his hand for a bit before looking back at Seonghwa, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Let's find out."

"Kim Hongjoong! Are you seriously trying to poison the kids?! No wonder Yeosang thinks murder is ok!"

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Mingi could not get the image out of his head. What on earth was going on? What did this all mean? Could Y/N possibly be...?

He shook his head at that, not wanting to picture anything else. Besides, it couldn't possibly be her. Y/N was so soft, shy, sweet and the most innocent person on the planet. There was no way she was the camgirl he often fapped to late at night.

Then again........

Mingi noticed how they did seem to have similar heights, the same hair color and length, they looked to be around the same body proportions as well, but he wasn't too sure about that since Y/N wore either baggy or oversized clothes. He was so lost trying to figure out what was going on that minutes stretched to hours and soon there was a knock on his door.

"Mingi-ah! Seonghwa Hyung says you have to take cake over to Y/N!" San's voice called out.

Speak of the devil.

"Why don't you guys take it?" He protested, not wanting to see her so soon.

"Wooyoung and Yeosang aren't allowed out of their room for another 23 minutes. Yunho is already gorging himself on cake, Seonghwa is busy baking another one, Hongjoong is at the studio and Jongho is..... well.....I actually don't know what he's doing. He just promised he won't get arrested and then left to who knows where. So you have to go."

Mingi groaned as he rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with a slight thud.

"Be careful Mingi. Just cause you're a giant doesn't mean you can't fall off the bed." San reminded him rather innocently.

Opening the door, Mingi snatched the tupperware containing the cake from him.

"And why can't you go?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I have been tasked with keeping count of the time they have to spend in their room." San answered, pointing to WooSang's room.

Knowing there was no way out of it, Mingi just dragged his feet over to Y/N's place once again, dreading having to face her for the second time. He ran the doorbell, but there was no movement or sound from the other side. He rang it again, but still no answer.

"Did she leave?"

Mingi casually typed in her passcode and went inside. He figured he'd leave it on the counter with a note on it for her. He looked around trying to find a pen or notepad, but found nothing.

"Where is her office?"

He tried to recall which door it was. He scanned the different doors by the hallway before ultimately deciding on the second to last door. He peered his head in but could not see anything do to the fact the lights were turned off. He carefully made his way inside and patted around the wall trying to find the light switch.

"A ha! Found you!" He squealed gleefully and flipped the lights on.

Turning around, he dropped the cake he was holding when he saw the room, his mouth hanging wide as his eyes scanned every corner and wall in there.

"And now I found you..."

Mingi thought he was about to pass out. He walked deeper and deeper in the room, staring at awe at the contents in there. Fairy lights were strung in the air, a soft ivory low bed was pushed against the walls, long sparkly chiffon curtains were pushed back to leave it exposed, and next to it was a pink treasure chest that he didn't need to open to know what was inside....

He recognized that room like the back of his hand.

"Holy hell...." He whispered as he realized he was in the very room where his favorite live streams happened.

"Mingi? What are you doing here?"

He was startled by a voice behind him. He swirled around and found Y/N standing by the door, her head tilted to the side, eyeing him curiously.

Mingi gulped as he thought about what he could answer. Should he just lie? Say he doesn't know anything? Apparently not since all he could get out was:

"You're Cherry Venus aren't you?!"

He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. He had already exposed himself. He was expecting Y/N to deny it, ask what he was talking about or give some reasonable explanation, like it's actually a friend of hers, or a long lost evil twin sister. And although she did widen her eyes slightly, it wasn't out of fear. It was out of amusement and it soon manifested itself in the form of a smirk.

"Oh....... you know who I am? Interesting."

Mingi began walking backwards when she started taking steps towards him. He felt intimidated by her complete change of aura. How did the sweet and pure girl suddenly turn into the same person that more than once has made his breath get caught in his throat? He gasped softly when his feet touched the bed and he nearly fell on it where it not for Y/N who took hold of his shirt and pulled him against her. Mingi blushed intensely at how hard she was staring at him, her touch felt electrifying. His eyes trained down to her lips as she run her tongue across her bottom lip. On impulse, he bit down on his lower lip as he recalled where that tongue had been just a few days prior.

"You know Mingi.....for a while I've been wanting to have a guest appear on my livestream..."

He shuddered slightly when her hand gently caressed his chest.

"If you're interested.......meet me here.....you know exactly when." She winked at him.

"W-wait.....are you suggesting that I...?" Mingi pointed at himself rather incredulous.

Y/N hummed softly, her hands unzipping part of his sweater.

"As I said, if you're interested. I always wanted to....fuck a fan of mine."

Mingi closed his eyes when she placed a hand on his chest, inching closer and closer and his neck, finger tapping on his Adam's apple.

"So let me know.....

Baby boy."

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Mingi could hardly believe that this was happening...he could not believe he actually agreed to this. Sensing his apprehension, Y/N stroke his head, making him relax a little at her touch.

"Mingi.....if you want to back out, it's ok. I understand."

She looked into his eyes again, softening for him as she waited for his reply. Although he was nervous, Mingi also knew he wanted to do this. It was a life long fantasy of his and now that he got the opportunity, he wasn't going to back down. Besides, the black mask covering his face gave him a sense of relief knowing that no one would be able to recognize him. He held onto Y/N's arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"Go ahead."

Y/N gave him a warm smile before kissing him softly. Just as Mingi had imagined, they were soft and plump. He could faintly taste her strawberry lip balm and was tempted to take her bottom lip in between his teeth, but just as soon as she kissed him, she pulled away, leaving him kind of disappointed. Y/N reminded him the safe word in case anything went wrong or if he wanted to stop at any moment. Mingi nodded and signaled that he was ok to start the session. Y/N went over to the computer in front of them and clicked the record button.

"Hello my little lovelies. Tonight I have a little surprise for you all. I'd tell you about it...but I think it's best to show you."

She stepped away from the camera and back over to the bed, where Mingi was already sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but the black mask Y/N had given him as well as his dark blue boxer briefs. He gazed at the camera, trying not to think of all the viewers that were watching him right now and he especially did not want to glance at the comments that were flooding in by the second. Y/N petted his hair gently and he directed his attention to her.

"Isn't he cute guys?"

Mingi blushed at her comment, but most of his visage was hidden under his mask, so he doubted Y/N could see it. But she did, however she didn't want to tease him too much.

"I'm going to start off slow with him guys. I don't want to scare him off.......yet."

Mingi was about to ask what she meant by that, but he had no chance to as Y/N straddled his lap, lips crashing onto his in a heated kiss. When Mingi felt her tongue run against his upper lip, he did not hesitate to grant her entrance. For someone claiming to take it slow, Y/N sure seemed to do the opposite. However Mingi just let her do her thing, allowing her to take control and let her tongue dance inside his mouth and then across his jaw.

As if his hands had a mind of their own, they went to her hips, his large hands pinching gently at her skin. Either Y/N was too busy sucking hickeys onto his neck or she wanted him to do as he pleased, but she didn't stop him even when he began squeezing her ass cheeks, occasionally snapping the straps of her garter belt against her body.

"You feeling more relaxed baby boy? Are you enjoying yourself?" She pulled back not only to ask him that but to also grind against his bulge that was now very noticeable.

"I- fuck yes! Yes." Mingi stuttered out when she pressed more of her weight down on his tent, allowing him to feel how wet she was becoming.

"Oh yeah? Can I have my little fun now?"

The way she gripped his hair to tilt his head back had him releasing a mix between a moan and a whimper. Mingi attempted to nod, but that just made Y/N's grip on his hair tighten.

"Use. Your. Words." She declared.

"P-please. Use me however you want." He cried out as he raised his hips up against hers so she'd do something about the problem he had.

Y/N seemed satisfied with his answer and she wasted no time in pining Mingi down on the bed, his hands above his head. All Mingi could think was when the hell did she get so strong? Her hands began caressing his torso, stopping right at the top of his underwear. She began palming his hard on, getting him even more worked up than what he already was. Turning her head, she peered at some of the comments.

"You guys want this to come off? Want to see how big he really is?"

Mingi took one quick look at the screen, briefly scanning all the comments that desperately wanted to see what he was hiding. Y/N tapped the side of his thigh, signaling him to lift up his hips which he obeyed immediately. As soon as it was freed, his cock hit his stomach, tip red and already leaking a bit. Y/N couldn't hide the surprised look on her face. Sure she always imagined him to be big, but not....that big. It made her even more aroused though, having always been somewhat of a size queen.

She looked back at the audience, giving a little chuckle.

"Are you all as surprised as I am?"

Lots of comments affirmed that they were, praising Mingi's size as well as stating all the filthy things they wanted to do with his cock.

"You want to deep throat it? Trust me, so do I." Y/N signaled out one of them.

Mingi's eyes shot up as soon as she said that. True to her word, she bent her head down. She spit on his cock and proceeded to stroke his length, for once it wasn't his hand that was doing the job. She maintained eye contact with him as she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue playing with his slit, making Mingi gasped softly. He couldn't peel his eyes off such a dirty scene and his mouth went agape when she sunk her mouth down, taking all of him in her mouth. She gagged slightly when she reached the base, tiny drool escaping from the sides, but she didn't care. She began a steady pace of bobbing her head and sucking as much of him as she could. As her mouth was busy in the task of sucking him off, her hands entertained themselves by fondling his balls, making the experience even more pleasurable for Mingi. He hissed and gasped whenever she slid all the way down on him again or when she sucked particularly hard, catching him off guard and making him feel more dizzy. Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, clear sign he was about to cum any minute, and the way his chest rose up and down, his moans becoming more and more loud just furthered her suspicions. She wanted to let him cum and swallow it all, but instead opted for pulling him out of her mouth, releasing his tip with a loud popping noise.

Mingi whined loudly and sat up, feeling dejected at having his climax taken away from him.

"I told you all he was cute. Even his little frustrated grunts are adorable."

Mingi frowned at her words. He wanted to retaliate but Y/N gave him no opportunity as she climbed onto his lap again.

"I wanna let you cum my little prince.... but first can you do something for me?"

Mingi had no idea what she was planning, but agreed nonetheless. Y/N beamed at his willingness and pushed him to lay fat on the bed again. Her hands hooked on her panties which she teasingly slid down a bit.

"What do you guys think? Should I make a mess on his pretty face and make him eat my pussy out?" She questioned.

Mingi's heart pounded harder when he heard her words. Was she really about to make his fantasy come true? His question was answered when she slipped her now soiled underwear off and crawled further up, bare pussy sticking to his chest.

"Can you do that for me baby boy? Can you eat me out like a good little pup?"

Mingi wetted his lips as his hands raised her up and placed her right on top of his face, her dripping cunt right in front of him, looking absolutely succulent.

"Somebody is definitely eager." Y/N mused as lowered herself down on him.

"Go ahead. Show me what that tongue of yours can do."

Mingi didn't hesitate as he layed his tongue flat against her folds, licking a strip up her slit and placing a small kiss to her tiny nub. He then attached his lips to her heat, his mouth working on sucking and lapping at her clit as fast as he could. He wanted to have her release all over his face. Y/N's hands steadied themselves on the bed, her thighs trembling as Mingi exceeded her expectations and ate her out with such voracity. She could feel her orgasm building up and it felt so amazing to have someone perform oral on her after so long. She couldn't help herself as she tugged at his hair rather harshly as she grinded her hips against his face. Mingi did not object at all, feeling somewhat proud that he could make her produce such sinful noises from her mouth. He just kept at his task of lapping and burying his mouth inside her, his moans sending vibrations on her core, making it feel even better.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Y/N's hands gripped tightly at his soft locks, she began to fuck his face as she chased her climax desperately. Mingi paid no attention to the pain in his scalp, he was so lost in the feeling, in finally being able to taste her essence and knowing it was he who was making her feel this good. Y/N's thighs closed around his face, her pussy smothering the lower part of his face, slightly lifting the mask he was wearing, she cried out incoherent words as her orgasm was ripped from her body. She was still trembling even after it passed, her breathing starting to become normal again. She sighed blissfully as she lifted herself off Mingi. He was a complete mess. He had cum all over his chin, nose and he was breathing heavily. His bangs were sticking to his forehead and he looked completely dazed. Y/N feared she might have gone too far, but the light giggle that escaped his lips let her know he enjoyed that.

"You taste even better than I what I imagined."

His comment made her feel flustered and she momentarily forgot where they were as she pulled him in for a soft and gentle kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn't care. Mingi was just so sweet and endearing she couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. She felt his dick poke at her ass, reminding her that she owed him an orgasm.

"You've been such a good boy. So patient and pliant. Let me return the favor."

She coated his dick with her slick, running his tip against her folds. Mingi sat up on his forearms, wanting to see when she sunk down on his length. Y/N lined him up at her entrance and slowly inserted him inch by inch. He was bigger and thicker than any toy she had put inside herself, so it took a bit of time to get fully adjusted to his immense size. Mingi groaned at how tight and warm her walls felt. He was in ecstasy and it took every strength he had left not to thrust his hips up and fuck himself inside her.

Y/N ran her hands down her body, stopping when she felt his bulge protruding from her abdomen. She pressed down on it and Mingi shuddered at how deep inside her he was. She ran her hand across it several times, a smirk on her face as she spoke to the audience once again.

"I bet some of you ladies are jealous of me. Having such a thick and huge cock inside my tiny pussy. I bet you all would want him to destroy you."

Y/N turned back to Mingi who was all red from her comments, his cock aching inside her. Y/N lifted her hips up and slammed back down on him, giving him no time to prepare as she began bouncing on his cock. Mingi began spurting out curses and moans, his hands reaching out to hold her hips and keep her from going, but Y/N slapped them away.

"Oh no baby. You wanted to cum? Well I'll make sure you cum."

The evil grin she had plastered on her face let Mingi know he was definitely in for a ride. Y/N purposefully clenched around him, edging him closer to his release. Mingi's hands clutched the bedsheets underneath him, he panted as he tried to tell Y/N that he was about to cum.

"You're gonna cum already? Go ahead my little prince."

Mingi grunted loudly as he released himself inside of her, feeling overwhelmed by how hard he came. He was about to ask Y/N about her cumming, but he was cut off when she began slamming down on him again, making him nearly choke and become sensitive at the overstimulation.

"P-please..t-too much ...c-can't"

He tried to grip her hips again but Y/N pinned them up above his head, this time landing a slap to his thigh that had him jolting up and trembling under her.

"Next time, I'll slap your face. Come on, you can take it. You're a big boy. Can't you?"

Her hand dropped down and began toying with his nipples, causing him to cry out and squirm at her touch. He didn't even realize that he was already cumming for the second time, pumping more of his seed inside her hole, some of it spurting out. Such lewd squelching sounds could be heard across the room. Mingi at this point had tears trailing down the corners of his eyes, his body a writhing mess as pathetic whimpers fell from his plump lips.

Y/N felt him twitch for the third time and she also felt her second orgasm for the night build up inside her. She wrapped a hand around his throat, applying just a bit of pressure to make his vision hazy.

"Cum for me just one more time baby boy. I want to feel you again. Can you do that for me? Please?" She begged him.

His body couldn't deny her request. He shook violently as he squirted himself inside her once again, her grip on his neck tightening, making his climax feel even more exhilarating. He nearly blurted out her name, but thankfully he was so worn out and his brain fucked dumb that nothing but guttural moans and small yelps could be made out. Y/N wasn't that far off as she squeezed against his cock, her legs shaking as her juices mixed with his. She released her hold on his neck and panted heavily as she calmed down from the high she just reached. When she regained her senses, she pulled out of him, hot white liquid pouring down her legs. Her thighs ached and she nearly toppled over when she tried standing up, but she managed to hold herself up with the help of the bed.

"I think.....we got a little carried away..." She smiled apologetically at the camera.

She looked at the comments, some asking if she was ok, some praising them both and others teasing her about how she was gonna feel that in the morning.

"Thank you for joining us today. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make sure my baby boy is taken care of. See you all soon."

Shutting off the camera and closing the laptop, Y/N took the mask off her face, rubbing her temples gently from how tight it had been wrapped. Getting up, she sat down next to Mingi, who looked absolutely tired and worn out. Smiling softly, she took off his mask and threw it across the room.

"How are you feeling?" She scanned his face for any signs of regret or discomfort.

Mingi gave her a faint smile.

"Better than any fantasy I ever had."

Y/N snorted softly at his answer. She opened a tiny bag that was hidden behind the bed and took out some wipes and towels from inside. Taking out some of the wipes, she began to clean in between Mingi's legs and thighs, making sure not to touch his dick as he was still extremely sensitive there. She then wiped his sweat off his forehead with one of the towels, gently patting around his temples and cheeks. All throughout it, Mingi just looked at her with adoration and tenderness.

"What?" She asked when she noticed his goofy grin.

"Glad to know my cute and caring Y/N still exists."

Y/N shook her head, a smile on her lips.

"She never left. I'm still the same me you met 3 months ago."

"Yeah....except now I know your dirty secret." He teased.

Y/N playfully smacked his cheek with the towel.

"And now you're part of that dirty secret actually."

Mingi hummed softly, enjoying the way she was pampering him. When she made move to get up again, he wasn't having it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, his face resting on the top of her head.

"Mingi!" Y/N exclaimed.

"Y/N! Cuddle me!" He whined as he tightened his grip on her.

"Ugh. Fine."

Mingi let out a tiny shout of victory as he snuggled closer to her. His fingers played with her hair, so many thoughts running through his head.

"Hey Y/N......? I kinda wanted to ask.....what happens now?"

Y/N tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I......and you......does this make us...?" He looked at her, hoping she could understand what he was trying to say.

"Song Mingi, are you asking if we should date right after we just got done fucking in front of hundreds of people?" She looked at him incredulously.

"Well I certainly wasn't going to ask you before we fucked."

They both laughed at his answer. He always did say the darnest things.

"So...will you go out with me?"

Y/N pretended to think about it, making him pout and look at her with puppy eyes.

"I can't say no to you when you look so adorable." She admitted.

Mingi lit up when she agreed and he couldnt stop himself as he kissed her softly, elated that she agreed. She giggled into the kiss and laughed even harder when Mingi began peppering her neck with kisses.

"Mingi! Stop!"

They were so lost in their own little world they failed to notice the figure that popped inside the room, eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

"Ummm......am I interrupting something?"

They both froze and looked up to see Yunho clearing his throat at the sight of them. Mingi immediately pulled the blanket over Y/N's body, covering her from Yunho's piercing eyes.

"Yunho, I swear it's not what you think." Mingi tried to explain as he covered himself with a pillow.

"Well I mean....let's be honest Mingi, one of us 8 would have ended up sleeping with Y/N sooner or later, so I'm honestly not surprised." Yunho scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

They all stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to do or say. Yunho noticed the camera equipment and laptop, peeking his interest.

"Did you guys just film a porn movie?"

Mingi and Y/N bursted out laughing.

"No." They shook their heads.

"Then what's that for?" He pointed to it.

Mingi looked back at Y/N. They both mentally asked the same question and both smirked when they realized they were thinking the same thing.

"Can you keep a secret?"

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Writting request!

Hels!Impulse taking regular impulses place n stuffing him in like a closet or somethin-

N someone who's sus of him (maybe iskall?) Finds the real impulse.

Now to unmask the fake.

okay so a few quick things:

1) this ended up a LOT longer than i expected lol so i apologise for that, it’s over 2k words

2) i also didn’t entirely stick to every detail in the prompt because i had an idea i rly liked and i wanted to roll with it, so i’m rly sorry if it’s not as good as you were expecting

3) anyway i hope it’s good! it was a lot of fun to work on

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Impulse is working on the redstone of his pumpkin and melon farm in his base when he spots a shadow moving around right at the corner of his vision. Frowning, he leaves his task and heads out into the main part of the base, looking around. “Hello?” he calls cautiously. “Grian, if this is you again…”

He gets no response.

Just as he starts to turn back, thinking he just imagined it, something slams into him and knocks him into the wall, stunning him. He looks sharply up to find…

...himself.

Impulse’s eyes widen. “Wh-Who are you?!”

The new Impulse has his arms crossed and a malicious grin on his face. “My name is Impulstor. I’m your Hels counterpart. And I’m going to take over your life as my own.”

“W-Wait, what?!”

Before Impulse can move, Impulstor seizes his lapels and drags him across the base. Impulse struggles as hard as he can but he’s still winded from being hit against the wall.

Impulstor takes him to one of the support pillars at the very edge of the base, which has a two by one block hole in it, left over from Grian’s secret base shenanigans a few weeks ago. Weakened, he’s unable to stop Impulstor from shoving him roughly through the gap.

Since the floor is a block lower than the bottom of the hole, Impulse’s foot slips and he falls heavily against the wall, hitting his head and stunning him even more. The space inside the pillar is only one block by one block, with two or three more blocks of space above his head, so as Impulse collapses, he’s forced into an uncomfortable sitting position.

Blinking back tears of pain and fear, Impulse tries sluggishly to escape but Impulstor bashes him on the head with his own pickaxe.

The last thing Impulse sees before he passes out is Impulstor blocking the gap with white concrete, trapping him in this prison.

…

Zedaph flies over the shopping district and lands a little way off from Impulse and Tango, who are sitting on one of the benches outside town hall, chatting. As he approaches, the two look up and spot him. “Hey, Zed!” Tango calls, beaming. “Wanna join me and Impy hanging out?”

“Yeah, sure! What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I thought we might go give Decked Out a group run,” Tango says. “I’d have to fix things up a little bit but that shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I think it’d be epic to go in as a team.”

“Ooh, yeah!” Impulse grins. “I always loved that game. It terrifies me, but I loved it. Those ravagers, man. I’m always on the lookout for them and it’s terrifying with the heartbeat and everything.”

“That was the idea,” snickers Tango.

“I know, I know. Doesn’t make it any less terrifying, though.” Impulse grins. “Going in as a group would be great! I’d really like to do that.”

Zedaph involuntarily takes a step back. He doesn’t know what, but there’s something off about Impulse today. There’s something different, something he can’t quite put his finger on. He’s known Impulse a long time, but not as long as Tango, who doesn’t seem to share his doubts. Is he misreading the situation?

“Yeah, me too!” Tango enthuses. “You up for it, Zed?”

“Um, actually…” Zedaph forces a convincing cough and rubs his stomach. “I feel kinda sick all of a sudden. I think the flight over here churned my insides.”

“Oh.” Tango frowns sympathetically. “You’d better rest, then.”

“Yeah, sorry. I need to go home.”

“No problem, man. Hope you feel better.”

Zedaph slowly walks away, keeping up his charade in case the others are watching. Over his shoulder, he hears Impulse say something about his ice farm, then a few seconds later, the sound of rockets are heard as the two take off with their elytras.

He keeps going for about a minute longer, just in case, before deeming it safe and taking off with his rockets. His heart pounding, he shoots over to Impulse’s base and after crashing through the water curtain, lands neatly on the ground inside. “Impulse?” Zedaph calls, starting to rush through the pyramid base. “Impulse, are you here?”

Zedaph’s voice awakens Impulse. Blinking against the throbbing in his head, he bashes his fist against the wall of the pillar as hard as he can. “Ze-Zedaph! ZED!”

Following the sound of Impulse’s voice, Zedaph locates the pillar and slices a hole in it with his pickaxe.

To his horror, he finds Impulse squeezed inside the narrow gap, blood still dripping from the wound in his head.

“Oh my god…!”

Zedaph drags Impulse out of the pillar and lets him lie flat on the ground for a moment while he tends to his wound. Impulse doesn’t even have the strength to wince at the stinging of antiseptic.

“Are you okay?” asks Zedaph quietly. “How long have you been stuck in there?”

“A-A few hours at most, I don’t really know. What’s going on?”

“Well, fake you is cosying up to Tango. I don’t think Tango suspects anything.”

Impulse swallows back a pang of hurt. “Oh… I-I thought he knew me better than that…”

“To be fair, whoever’s masquerading as you is really, really good,” says Zedaph slowly. “I hate to say this, but even I barely noticed.”

“Really? What made you catch on?”

Zedaph hesitates. “It was more of a gut feeling than solid evidence. I dunno, there was just something about the way he talked that seemed off. It didn’t seem like you. I thought either there was something wrong with you or it wasn’t you at all.”

“And you came to the conclusion that an imposter posing as me was more likely than me having an off day?” chuckles Impulse weakly.

Zedaph matches his chuckle as he starts to wind a bandage around Impulse’s head. “Again, it was just a gut feeling.”

“Well, your gut feeling was right. Now what do we do about Impulstor?”

Zedaph immediately bursts out a laugh. “Impulstor!”

Impulse gives him a look.

Zedaph clears his throat awkwardly. “S-Sorry. Anyway, we should go and save Tango from, uh… Impulstor.”

“Shouldn’t that be easy?” remarks Impulse. “I mean, I’M me. He’s not.”

“Man, you didn’t see the way he was with Tango. He has to be some kind of clone of you or something; there’s no way he’s just a guy who’s studied the way you behave. It’s not about us not knowing you well enough; it’s him knowing every mannerism, every quirk, every facial tick. If it wasn’t for my random gut feeling, I doubt we’d have noticed for a really long time.”

Impulse’s worry increases. If Tango, someone he’s known for over a decade, couldn’t even tell the difference between him and the imposter, his clone could have the whole server fooled within hours.

“We have to get to him away from the other hermits,” Impulse says. “The longer this goes on, the harder it’ll be to convince them I’m the real Impulse. What were him and Tango doing when you left?”

“I think they were taking a look at your ice farm,” responds Zedaph.

Impulse shoots bolt upright. “Oh no! I spent ages getting that farm the exact way I wanted; he better not ruin anything!”

Zedaph grips him by the shoulders. “Hey, easy, man. You might have a concussion.”

“I don’t care! Tango is in real danger and so is everything I’ve ever built! I’m going over to my ice farm right now and you can’t stop me.”

Zedaph hesitates. He knows his friend well enough to know that he really can’t stop him. “Okay, then. I’ll come with you.”

…

“-really like this pattern,” Tango is saying, looking down at the floor underneath the ice farm. “How’d you think of it?”

“Oh, it just came to me,” says Impulstor. “Took me a while to turn all the powder to concrete.”

“I bet. Nice farm, dude!”

“Thanks!”

Impulstor watches Tango move over to the side of the farm and look down. Tango clearly suspects nothing; if he has any doubts, he’s doing an amazing job hiding them. But Impulstor isn’t worried. From his (no, not his. Impulse’s) memories of Tango, he should be fairly easy to take down if the need arises.

But what he doesn’t anticipate is his ruse falling apart so soon.

“TANGO!”

Tango jerks and snaps his head upwards to find two figures flying towards him. He blinks in shock; one of them is clearly Zedaph but the other… It can’t be…

Impulstor lets out a very quiet growl, before rearranging his face into an expression of shock. “Wait a sec…”

Impulse nearly falls over in his haste as he lands, him and Zedaph getting between Tango and Impulstor.

“What the hell is going on?!” Tango demands. “Why are there two Impulses?!”

“He’s an imposter,” declares Impulse, jabbing a finger at Impulstor. “He’s a fake Impulse.”

“No, HE’s the fake!” Impulstor snaps back. “I don’t know what’s going on here but I’m the real Impulse!”

“Oh god, this is my worst nightmare,” Tango groans. “How are we supposed to know who the real one is?”

“Look, ask me anything,” says Impulse. “I’ll answer any question you ask.”

“What was your first build when you joined Hermitcraft?” Zedaph asks.

“The witch huts in season three,” say both Impulse and Impulstor at the same time, causing the former to stare at the latter in shock.

“Who did you team up with to do the pirate ship prank in season six?” Tango asks slowly.

“Ren and Doc,” both Impulses say, again at the same time.

“What did you call your season five base?” Zedaph says.

Again, the answer comes simultaneously from both Impulse and Impulstor: “Atlantis.”

“Okay, stop, stop.” Tango waves his hands. “This is going nowhere. I don’t know HOW you two have the exact same memory but clearly, we’re not gonna make any progress this way.”

“Hey, Impulse.” Zedaph turns pointedly to the real Impulse. “How did you get that scar on your thigh?”

“From an arrow wound during the season six civil war,” Impulse and Impulstor reply.

A split second later, Impulse realises what his friend is doing. He lifts his shorts leg just enough for the small scar to become visible. “This one.”

The other three turn to Impulstor, who realises he’s in trouble here. He may have Impulse’s memories but they don’t share a body. Impulstor remembers the exact moment Impulse got that injury but he wasn’t actually there. He didn’t live it; Impulse did.

“Impulse, if you’re the real one, show us the scar,” Tango says sternly.

Impulstor hesitates, his slightly narrowed eyes flickering from Tango to Impulse.

Suddenly, Impulstor takes off running, deliberately slamming into Tango as he does. Tango tumbles to the ground and slides right over the edge of the farm with a terrified yell.

Luckily, Zedaph reacts quickly and grabs his friend’s wrist. This stops Tango from falling long enough for Impulse to take hold of his friend’s other hand, and the two pull Tango back to safety.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” gasps Impulse. “You almost went over!”

Breathing heavily, Tango starts to speak but cuts himself off as he finally registers the bandage around Impulse’s head. “I-Impulse, did he hurt you?”

“What?” Impulse frowns, before remembering his head injury, which is already mostly healed. “Oh, yeah. He ambushed me in my base and knocked me out and stuffed me in the hollow space in one of my pillars for like five hours or so.”

“Oh my god...” Tango squeezes his eyes shut. “I-I’m so sorry…”

“Wh-What?” Impulse stares at him. What for?”

“For not realising he wasn’t you. I should have seen it; I can’t believe I was so blind.”

Impulse blinks. “Oh, Tango, no. Please, please don’t feel guilty. It’s not your fault at all.”

“But…” Tango’s eyes glisten with tears. “I… I’ve known you for at least ten years. Surely I…”

“No,” says Impulse firmly. “Don’t blame yourself, Tango. Impulstor is… He’s me. Essentially.”

“What do you mean, Impusle?” asks Zedaph quietly.

Impulse hesitates. “Impulstor is my Hels counterpart. He looks like me, talks like me, he has all my memories. Tango, nobody can really blame you for not noticing. Dude, I know I’m the real Impulse and even I did a double take. You know I’m not observant at all but that was taking it to a whole new level.”

Tango gives a quiet laugh. “Yeah, you’re really not super observant. But still…”

“And hey, at least we now have a fairly easy way to tell us apart,” Impulse adds. “He won’t be able to fool you two again. But the rest of the server needs to be warned and briefed on how to tell us apart. Will you help me do that, both of you?”

“Of course I will,” says Zedaph immediately, putting his arm over Impulse’s shoulders. “We’re a team.”

Tango meets Impulse’s gaze.

Finally, he says, “I always knew you’d have an evil twin but I didn’t expect him to be LESS annoying than you.”

“Hey,” complains Impulse mildly. “Give me some credit for not trying to murder you.”

Tango laughs and grabs his friend in a hug. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favourite Impulse.”

Impulse hugs him back. “Good. Now, let’s find Xisuma and warn him about Impulstor.”

Tango pulls sharply away from Impulse and stares at him. “Wait… Is that his NAME? Impulse plus imposter?”

“Uh huh. Trust me, I didn’t choose it.”

His friend bursts out laughing. “That’s GREAT! Oh my god. That sounds like something Zed would come up with.”

“I know, right!” Zedaph laughs.

Impulse can’t help a laugh too. The tension and fear that’s been controlling him for the last few hours has mostly melted away now that his best friends are safe. Impulstor might still be out there but with a little luck, he won’t be able to fool the rest of the server the way he fooled Tango. He’s sure he’ll see Impulstor again, though.

But the real question is: how soon?

#hermitcraft #impulsesv #tangotek #zedaph #vaunna’s requests

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forthechubbies · 3 years

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Mrs. Jeon Vol 3

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's•Violent Thoughts, Hostel Behavior, Nsfw (Later), and Bratty Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

What’s going on down there? It sounds restlessly calm. You could hear muffled voices but nothing more; you aren't too keen on testing your luck and sneak into the corridor to eavesdrop on their conversation. Pretty sure the door is locked anyway.

Instead, You took note of the confined walls surrounding you. A typical master bedroom accessorized an earthy decor, cute mini-plants placed in various room areas, two tiny pet turtles in a tank constructed into a giant wooden bookshelf.

Speaking of books, talk about books galore. The shelved books had little to no wiggle room aside from the one empty slot belonging to the open novel on the nightstand. The owner won’t mind you partaking in one quick gander-

“Ah!” You gasp, fixing your eyes on your newly treated ankle. For a minute, you just about forgot this crazy abducted situation your in. The bedsprings dip as you flop back into the spot where Jimin left you. Jimin was the man you fell on during your first attempt at freedom; he was even generous enough to bandage with utmost care.

A kind gesture a particular bunny wasn’t too thrilled on seeing, Jungkook's face soured while watching Jimin’s filthy little womanizing hands caressing the delicate soft plushy skin of his carrot’s legs.

Son of a bitch trying to cop a feel on his wife, Jimin’s flirtatious persona, led him out to be a well-known heartthrob but often seen as a gigolo through certain people's point of view and, frankly, Jungkook's wife won't be a victim of the Jimin Effect.

Crash!

The smash of a glass object-making contact with the hard marble kitchen floor snatched Jimin’s and your attention giving it to the irritable bunny who’s psychotically enthusiastic about testing his progress in strength by snapping his hyung’s neck-

Oh, no, his carrot looks frightened-He shouldn't do such a brutal act of love with his wife nearby; her poor innocent heart might shatter. No violence...At least for the time being.

Next thing you know, Jungkook's face lightened up, and even when Jimin bit his head off for breaking one of Jin’s fancy dinnerware, his facial expression persisted undaunted. Jungkook kept a serene masquerade, but through closer observation, he clenched his jaw at Jimin’s hand on cradling the small of his wife’s back, guiding her into hiding in the upper part of the house for a reason unknown.

Jungkook let Jimin take you no-fuss included, Hence, Your encaged situation. For all, you know, The men were downstairs plotting a far-flung strategy to murder you making it look like a battle of defense.

Though, You were more occupied by another Crack for the floor down below. ” Ahh!” You cried out, falling back on the bed once again.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

”Stop! Breaking Hyung’s plates, or we're both as good as dead!” Jimin growled. ”Quit avoiding the question! Who the hell is that woman!? Did you hurt her!? Why-!” Jimin asked Jungkook until his cheeks burned a reddish hue, and his neck veins were dominant.

In one swift breath, Jungkook responded. “ She’s Mrs.Jeon. My wife.”

Jimin knew his maknae had a few loose screws in his head, but this is getting out of hand.

”Wife?! Do you know how old you are!? Kook, You just turn twenty-three-”

”So What.” Jungkook interrupted. ”You want me to wait until I’m an ancient fart like Hyung to get married.”

”Pffft.” Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line suppressing his need to laugh. ”Ahem, respect your elders-You little brat.”

Amidst the brothers at each other's throats, another member of the maknae line awakened from his mid-morning nap; drowsy eyed Kim Taehyung waddled upstairs to check up on his Hyung living in the room above him.

He could have sworn a faint scream is what he heard-Well; there's no harm in checking.

You jumped at the squeaky hinges of the door opening. Wait, it was unlocked!? Expecting the uninvited visitor to be Jungkook, You raised a pillow over your head, ready to be hurled-to your amazement; it was a completely different man.

A long-haired male with long chocolate locks kept at bay by a beige headband; his attire was disarray. His tank top hung off his shoulder, slightly creased in his pajama pant’s waistband.

Adorable, to say the least, the poor thing’s eyes weren’t even fully open yet, the pretty pink pout of his lips nearly forced an” Aw” from yours.

”Who are you?” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Sweet mother of deep, He stood a few feet away, but the raspiness and depth of his voice caused your insides to start quivering.

”I’m-I’m the sand fairy.” You choked out, fluttering the tips of your fingers as if spreading magic dust. ” I'm here to ensure all your dreams are sweet. ”

You nibbled your lip nervously, hoping he takes the bait. He yawned in response dragging his exhausted body across the room to you; he halts. You gulped, staring up at him; you felt like a mouse about to pounce on by a tiger.

”H-H-I!” You yelped.

The man took no real investment in your fib; instead, he decided to reap the benefits of how soft and plushy you are by laying his head on your bare thighs. He wiggled in place to reach maximum comfort.

”Ah.” He moaned, falling back to sleep.

Oh, dear.

………

The sound of the hyung’s arrival made the two maknae gulp.

First in the door was Hoseok, hands full grocery bags ” Come help! Quick, save the ice cream if it isn't soup by now.”

Namjoon followed behind. ” I told Jin not to get the ice cream first-He knows how he gets with his coupons.”

”The worst part is he got upset when we told him that's enough food then told to stay in the car.” Yoongi stretched out the pins and needles feeling in his limbs.

”You may say that's enough now, but when that brat comes, he's going to eat us out of house and home!” Jin scolded, unconsciously fetching the rest of the bags.

Jin froze, staring at Jungkook, helping put the food in the correct places. He didn't hesitate to smother his baby boy in a hug, but right after, he jabbed Jungkook's gut.

”Oof!” Jungkook doubled over, gripping his chest. ” I missed you too,” He coughed.

Jin stood tall. ” And there's plenty more where that came from once Hoseok gets his hands on you.”

Anyone but Hoseok.

” I heard Jk!” Hoseok rushed Jungkook a bear hug. ” Thank goodness you're alright!” He jabbed in his Jungkook's gut. ” Where the hell have you been?!”

Jungkook groaned. ” Ou-Ouch..I won't be able to tell you if I keep getting hit.” He cleared his throat. ”America.”

”America!” The hyungs blared out.

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. ” What possessed you to go there on your own? Have you forgotten what you are?”

Jungkook sighed. “ I know, I know, but I just envy normal people around my age having the freedom to go wherever they want.”

“ But you’re not," Yoongi brutally minced Jungkook’s sob story. He’s not particularly fond of beating around the bush, especially when dealing with his brothers earlier this afternoon. “ Unlike ‘normal’ twenty-year-olds, you are adored by army who would be upset if anything happened to you.”

Jungkook bowed his head in shame; the thought of army never really crossed his mind.

“And-“ Yoongi continued. “ There are crazies in every country, so what made you think heading off on your own would be alright!?”

“Why America?” Namjoon’s brow jumped as the gears in his head began to turn. “ Out of all the beautiful places we visited-You chose the U.S? What was there that you had to leave without an explanation?”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook’s eyes not in a malicious sense, just a habit when trying to figure out a solution or, in this case, a missing clue to the reason his little brother hopped up and left.

“Twinkats (Twinkies),” Jimin laughed nervously. “ I bet his suitcase is full of them.”

Sadly, Jimin’s fairy charm wouldn’t work this time. Jungkook is drowning in deep waters, and there’s no salvage coming for miles; at this rate, Jungkook had two options: tell the truth, orrrr, run away with his loving wife in his arms.

Not gonna lie; Jungkook leaned towards the second option, but the fates had another plan.

”Hyung! Hyung! Namjoon-Hyungie!!” Taehyung screamed bloody murder, sprinting downstairs minus jumping the last five steps. ” Her ankle is purple!”

Taehyung paused, breathing heavily in front of the kitchen where the interrogation is being held, accompanied by a woman injured cradled in his arms, more worried about him dropping than her throbbing ankle.

Taehyung had the room’s undivided attention, and Jungkook’s enviousness scowl; his wife was clinging on to another man like a baby koala to its mother but had it been him, she would scratch his eyes out.

Let's not mention the fact! It seems like she's only wearing a shirt, and guess who the owner is, not him!

” Who-”

”What-”

”Why”

” How!?”

Before getting into details about the hyung's reaction to their new houseguest, let's first take a detour to Prince Taehyung mini rescue adventure.

A good hour in, Taehyung woke up from the best nap of his life to beautiful damsel sniffles and tears. The sweetheart asked what was wrong and nodded as the damsel explained, coming to realize she was in distress. Prince Taehyung aided the beauty with new clothes and tied a red ribbon into her hair….beacause he thought it would look pretty (Shrugs).

However, her ankle injury required a different source of help, so who else to ask but his favorite Hyung? But he couldn't find Yoongi in his room, so he decided to ask Namjoon instead.

Back to the original story

Taehyung explains the truth unconsciously, throwing his little brother under the bus.

Jin’s eye twitched as he peered at Jungkook, who was attempting to slip out of the kitchen. ” You little sh-!”

Let's just say Jin didn't nearly beat Jungkook almost half to death with a rice paddle while shouting numerous insults to bruise a thousand men’s pride in a second.

It went silent after Jin banished Jungkook to the beach house a few feet from the house until he wanted to see his face again. Namjoon took it upon himself to introduce the gang.

You politely shared a warm hello but wished nothing more to go home.

#bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagination #bts smut #bts #bts army #bts imagine #bts namjoon #bts run #jungkook yandere #bts yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere jeon jungkook #jjk fanfic #jeon jungkookie #bts jeongkook #jeon jungguk

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srose-foxfire · 3 years

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Damirae Week 2021- Day 4

“Tale as old as Time” Day 4: Masquerade Ball

“I have a gift for you.”

Was all Damian had said to Raven one early winter morning. She couldn’t help but lift up a brow as she noticed his short black tail kept swishing back and forth. Damian was unusually pleased with himself as he explained her gift would be ready for her till midday. Raven couldn’t fathom what he had planned for her and agreed to stay in her room so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined. All morning Raven found herself walking in circles, she kept biting her lower lip with anticipation to what was in store for her. She looked up through her bedroom window noticing how the sunlight pierced through the white puffy clouds. Raven went ahead and opened the window all the way to allow the soft cold breeze of winter to enter her room.

The coldness did sting her for a bit, but Raven felt strangely delighted to be enveloped by it. She continued to gaze how everything was covered in perfect white snow. Raven hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but this had been her first-time seeing snow, she had read about it in her books but seeing it in person was truly a marvelous sight to behold with one’s eyes. The forest surrounding Wayne Castle were all blanket in white, making everything seem like a frozen white sea.

Something Raven was just noticing was that her bedroom window had a view of the castle’s main gates. This made her recall when she had fled, the day she had seen Damian’s true beastly form for the first time. She winced at the memory thinking she truly acted like a fool before him. She had kept that memory suppress since the rest of the day that followed, she had been unconscious. Raven remembered she had had just passed the gates; she entered the forest when she heard a strange sound belonging to a creature she never met.

Raven had stopped and stood still, hoping to blend with the pine trees. Whatever inhabit the forest gave her a low growl and stayed well hidden in the trees. Raven carefully took a few steps back, hoping to give herself some distance from the creature. She darted her eyes through the trees’ thickest trunks and manage to see a black form dart between the trees. It looked huge, much bigger in body than Damian’s beastly form.

Raven continue to back away, lifting her hands in surrender, she prayed that her body would show she meant no harm. Taking another step back, Raven lost her footing as she hadn’t realized the small cliff behind her. Raven screamed, frantically swigging her arms hoping to grab hold onto anythingto lesson her fall, she continues to roll down as branches and rocks poked her whole body. In the distance the creature howled, Raven managed to catch the glimpse of black fur running down the hill faster then she, she felt her body slammed into it. She whimpered in pain, her head was throbbing very painfully, she carefully turned her head and looked up. The sun shined brilliantly, blinding Raven for a moment, all she could make out was a dark form over her, as it panted and watched her. Its eyes were black and it too like Damian’s were sad.

That was when Raven blacked out.

The next thing she knew was waking up in her bedroom with Damian’s sisters looking after her. Raven scanned the area from her window, hoping to catch maybe a glance of whatever lived beyond the castle. Damian or his family didn’t speak much of the creature but did label it to be some sort of monster that guarded the castle. Just another ‘addition’ the witch’s curse held. They believed she summoned some monster to make sure no one entered or even allow Damian to leave the castle. Not that Damian would ever leave, he felt there was no place for him beyond the castle.

A light knock on her bedroom door brought Raven back from her thoughts. She called out and Damian timidly entered her room.

“I have something for you, if you would please follow me.” Damian said as he bowed and extended his left paw towards her.

Raven couldn’t help but smile, at the gesture, she truly wanted to believe they had become somewhat the strangest of friends. She walked slowly towards him and wrapped her arm around his large arm. Damian smiled and Raven could had sworn she had seen a very faint blush cover her dark fur cheeks.

Damian guided her out of her room and took her through hallways and rooms around the castle. It always amazed her how hugethe castle truly was since she hadn’t really explored every bit of it. Raven only walked through the hallways she already knew, she believed if she venture further into the castle, she would be lost in the maze of hallways and chambers. Since their celebration a month ago, the castle was always kept clean, Damian’s siblings did all the work. Raven offered to help but Dick insisted that they had it under control, though he was always to stay away since most of the time it was him creating the messes they had to clean up.

Damian led Raven to which she assumed was the East wing of the castle. The hallway they were walking through had many glass windows lined to allow sunlight to illuminate the halls. Raven couldn’t help but gaze out and see the gardens now adorned with snow and ice crystals. In the distance she saw an ivory pavilion in the center. Raven then saw the hallway was nearing to some large wooden marble doors with golden swirl-like handles. They were opened and she quickly scanned the open room, it was very grand, bigger than any other room in the castle she had visited. It must be the ballroom, Raven thought to herself as she noticed the room held somewhat a circular shape and as a single grand golden chandelier lit it ceiling. She took a mental note on how to get to the room for she wanted to examine it more.

Down the hallway were a vast case of stairs which led to a to entrance of another large wooden doors. They walked up, Raven waiting for Damian to open the doors but he stopped and looked at them for a long moment before letting go of Raven’s arm and turning to face her.

“Before we enter, I must ask you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“It’s part of the surprise.” He added with a smile.

Raven lifted her brow but closed her eyes either way. She could hear as the doors slowly creaked opened, Damian carefully grabbed her hands and slowly guided her inside. Though her eyes were shut, Raven had to squint as she could feel the room was illuminated by the sun’s rays as her eyelids turned a crimson red.

Damian let go of her hands and cleared his throat, “You may open them now.”

As Raven did, she gasped and widen her eyes in amazement. Books covered the entire walls of the two-floor room. A library, she thought. Raven turned and turned as she study each shelf, marveling at every ancient texture that slumbered here, waiting for her to read and study each of them. Never in her life had Raven seen a collection like this, she had only every dreamt it. To add the library had a ceiling painting, it was a beautifully drawn art piece depicting the time-lapse of a rising sun, to it setting, and finally the sky decorated with small stars. “It’s beautiful.” Raven managed to finally say.

“Do you like it?” Damian questioned her.

Raven couldn’t help but scoff at him, “like it? I love it! This place, I never seen anything like it. I can’t imagine someplace like this ever existed.”

Damian didn’t hide his huge grin as he continue to watch her circle the room, “then it’s yours. No one has ever entered this room since the curse was placed. My father treasured this room for many of the books you see belonged to my late-grandmother, Queen Martha. I believe you will value this library and every book the same way she did.”

Raven couldn’t find words to express how much she was grateful for this and the only thing she could do in that moment was wrap her arms around Damian in a tight hug.

~~~~

“Grayson, care to explain what you are doing?”

Damian growled at his brother as he watched him float around in his bedroom rummaging through his wardrobe. Annoyed and overly frustrated with his older brother’s meddling, Damian crossed his large fury arms across his chest and started tapping his foot on the ground rather loud.

Dick laughed happily, disregarding Damian in the room as he pulled out some clothing and bundled it up in his hands. “This will do nice,” Dick commented in a very low voice but still loud enough for Damian to hear. “Do you mind if I take this?”

Damian opened his mouth to protest but Dick continue, “No? Good. I will bring this back later today, make sure to bath extremely well and put on some cologne. The family and I have a little somethingplanned for later this evening.”

Damian let out an annoyed scoff, “And what if I don’t want to attend?”

“Oh, but you want to attend. Lady Raven has requested your company.” With that Dick exited the room leaving Damian with a dumbfounded face.

Raven had asked for his presence? After his mind had finally wrapped around to what his brother had meant Damian immediately went to his personal bath and soaked in a rose petal bath and washed his fur. For good measures he washed himself four times. Throughout the day, he had to wonder what his family had planned, what Raven had planned for them. Damian had to admit, since he gifted Raven the family’s library, they had been spending more time together. When out strolling with himself, Damian would find Raven on the floor, reading a book before the fireplace. He would then join her and ask if he could listen to her read. She had the most beautiful voice. Damian would think to himself as he listens attentively to Raven as she brought every passage she read to life. Sometimes Damian would sit next to her, resulting in Raven leaning up against him as she read.

It was times like these Damian would notice his own heart would beat much faster and his insides felt like they were in a whirlpool. Damian was content to the moments he was allowed to be by her side. Though he would look at her and couldn’t help but wonder if she was truly happy to be with him and his family. He did treat her like his prisoner when they first met, he grimaced at the thought of how harshly he had treated Raven. Damian had treated her like a thief wanting to rob his family’s treasures. Not once since she stayed in his castle had Raven ever tried to steal or wanting to take anything to claim as her own.

Damian sighed heavily as his heart started to ache of the times, he could had been kinder to her. Perhaps he could had shown her his true form much earlier, so she hadn’t gotten hurt that one time. Though revealing himself was the last thing he wanted to do, she was so damn beautiful, almost as if she were a goddess brought down to the Earth share her beauty with mortals. Raven was truly a kind-hearted person, while he was a beast. Though now under these strange circumstances, Raven didn’t seem to mind at all his form, but was this truly a place for her? As much as he may want it, Raven wasn’t bound to the castle like everyone else. She was allowed to leave and go back wherever she had come from. That sudden thought of saying goodbye to her, hurt Damian greatly. He felt a sharpen pain compressed his chest, thinking of never seeing her sprawled before a fireplace reading.

A small gentle grunt shook Damian awake from his thoughts as he looked to his door, Dick’s body halfway through the door. He had a huge grin across his face, “You ready Dami?”

Damian only nodded.

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Dick had brought Damian an outfit he would only wear on special occasions. An emerald tailcoat with golden accents on the seams, over a black button dressing shirt, and a pair of black trousers. To finish his attire, Damian had been given a black domino mask to cover half his face. Yesterdaythis outfit would had not fitted him, but Damian could conclude that his brother had his suit tailored by Kori. As Damian followed Dick along a hallway, the young prince had to wonder what Raven was wearing. If he was dressed like this, then perhaps she was…

“We’re here.”

Dick commented softy as Damian looked up and in the middle of the ballroom, there she stood. Damian couldn’t help but gasp softy at the sight before him. Raven was there standing in a light strap lavender dress. It wasn’t extravagant as gowns he knew from centuries ago, instead the bodice was covered in lilac laces design to look like vines and fallen leaves. It hugged her carefully showcasing her beautiful curves. At the dip of her waist the dress was lightly fluffed. It wasn’t exaggerated puffy, instead it looked like she could walk calmly well and wasn’t weighed down as it lightly feathers over the ballroom floor. To compliment her gown, Raven wore long silk lilac gloves and a pearl-white feather mask.

Dick bowed and exited the room, leaving both his brother and Raven alone. As he closed the doors, an old phonograph started to play a soft melody. Damian cautiously walked towards her and for the first time in years he became aware of his steps. Damian briefly glanced down to look at his shadow, assuring himself he was taking careful and beautiful strides as he was once taught when he was a prince. He kept one arm behind his back while the other was folded across his chest, when he stood tall before Raven, he bow slowly toward her. “My lady.”

Damian peeked under his thick lashes to notice a small blush over Raven’s cheeks before she courtesy to him, lifting her dress as she did. “Your highness…” then she slowed rose back up and locked his gaze with her amethyst. “May I ask why we are dressed… like this?”

“Pardon? I was told you requested me tonight, I would-” Damian stopped himself long enough to realized what had occurred. This was a set-upplanned by his annoying family. Damian let out an annoyed sigh and wonder how he could make sure his family would stop putting him and Raven in uncomfortable circumstances. “It would seem we been played; I am sure my siblings planned for all of this, what I don’t understand is why here.”

Raven gave a half-hearted chuckle as she turned and study the decorated room. “Probably I am at fault, I was here earlier; readying, when your sisters came to check-up on me. Then I asked them what the ballroom had been like before the curse. They explained that every month there was a party and told me stories of the Annual Masquerade Ball, your family held for your people to celebrate the beginning of autumn.”

The ball, how did he manage to forget that?! “Yes, actually my father was the one who started the ball in order to give everyone in Gotham a chance to be something else, allow them to dream of the wonders outside their lives. Needless to say, that was how Koriand’r met my brother.”

“Really?”

“Yes, she was just a simple seamstress from the village. She came dressed in this brilliant crimson dress, one she made herself. Grayson fell hard for her; she was invited to the castle multiple times to fix our garments and create dresses for my sisters. After a few months Grayson proposed to her, and they were to be wedded when-”

When the cursed happened.

Damian didn’t want to tarnish the mood reflecting on what the curse had taken from them. They all been living under a blanket of sorrow for much too long. Though if it hadn’t been for the curse then Damian would had never met the beautiful woman who was standing before him.

The music from the old phonograph started to play rather loudly, making Raven lift her hands as they clasp Damian’s paws. “It would be a shame to waste this music.” She never once left Damian’s gaze leave hers as she carefully placed one large paw behind her back and the other held her hand. “Please lead me, my lord.”

Damian couldn’t suppress the smile in him as he lifted her hand higher and swept her off the dancefloor.

Let this dream never end.

#damirae week 2021 #Damian Wayne #raven roth #dc raven #Beauty and the Beast AU #DC Universe #DC comics #damina wayne #damianwayne #damian and raven #raven x damian #raven and damian #day 4 #masquerade ball

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Taste Of Your Lips - 5.

Prince!Ransom x Reader AU

Part 5 of the Taste Of Your Lips series

Run-through: Your parents force you to attend a masquerade ball which is being held at the palace. Reluctantly, you do as they say. There, a masked stranger approaches you and asks if he could have a dance. You agree; unknown to the fact that that one dance would soon change your life.

Themes throughout the series: fluff, smut, angst

a/n: This is it, the last part of this series! Thank you to everyone who loved prince!ransom as much as I did, and thank you guys for always being so sweet and loving and supportive. I love you!!

After the night, you began seeing immediate changes in Ransom’s behavior.

Good changes. He had called for a meeting with all those who usually helped his father in his duties; councilmen, and lords and advisors – all those who would now help him make the Kingdom safer, and better.

You could see the determination in his eyes, he truly wanted to be better. He was still grieving the loss of his father, but he was also determined to make his father proud of him.

Two days later, as promised, he was crowned King of the castle. Your family attended the ceremony obviously, and it was everything you imagined. It was beautiful, and emotional and you shed a tear when they placed the crown on his head.

Ransom immediately looked searched for you in the crowd the moment he had his crown on. And he smiled when his eyes met yours.

He addressed his subject as their King for the first time that day. And he promised to be a better man. He promised that he would do everything in his power to be just and earn their trust like his father did before him.

You could see that he meant it. When you looked up at him; well-dressed in his signature royal blue cloak, standing beside his father’s throne – which was now rightfully his, he didn’t look like the reckless young man who used to get wasted at taverns and seek trouble. He looked like a mature man, with remnants of the reckless boy here and there, but mature and wise nonetheless.

Ransom pulled you aside once the ceremony was over, he pulled you away from the crowds and into the deserted hallway nearby. You giggled as he gently pushed you against the wall and kissed you feverishly. His kiss was passionate and hot, and you could sense his hunger and love.

You smiled through the kiss when you felt his hands grip your waist and press you further against his body. He moaned quietly through the kiss, nibbling on your lower lip and shoving his tongue past your lips. He kissed you deeply, pouring out all his love.

Your hands cupped his face and you pulled away slowly after a while, letting both of you take a breath.

“I love you.” he mumbled against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours.

You smiled and caressed his cheeks with your thumb. “And I love you.” you whispered and watched how a big smile formed on his face. “It suits you really well, you know?” you added.

Ransom pulled away a little to look into your eyes, “What?” he asked softly.

“All of this. The crown, the title, the throne. Everything.” You explain and he reached up to pull your hand away from his face and pressed your knuckles to his lips, kissing it.

“I wouldn’t have the courage to go through any this if it weren’t for you. Thank you, my love.” he let go of your hand and leaned in for another kiss.

Days went by and the kingdom was flourishing. Rumors about Ransom’s flaws stopped circulating given he was fulfilling his duties marvelously. You had heard around that he was somewhat strict regarding certain policies and rules, but overall, he was good. Better than he had ever been. He wasn’t entirely adored yet, but you could tell everyone was willing to give him a chance to earn their trust and respect. And you knew it wouldn’t be long until so.

Ransom kept courting you, although now he was much busier than he used to be. But he always made sure to spend time with you every day. He couldn’t come by house as often as he used to, but he would try and meet your parents as much as he could.

He resumed sending you little gifts and notes, and tokens each morning. And your heart fluttered each time you found a little basket at your doorstep, it soon became your favorite part of the day.

Once he had learnt almost everything he had to, and began understanding the rules and laws and ways of ruling better, he grew even more confident. And eventually announced that your wedding would take place some weeks later.

Given his new responsibilities, you knew he was the busiest person at the moment. And you begged him not to plan anything too grand for the wedding. But he just rolled his eyes and told you that you two would have the most beautiful wedding anyone had ever seen.

And once again, the entire castle began preparing for the big day. Your mother resumed on making your dress, and your love for Ransom grew even more now.

Ransom changed in many ways. He was now much more serious when he needed to be. He was less reckless, and more focused on his duties. He didn’t throw money out of the window like he used to, he was wiser now. But one thing didn’t change; his mischief.

Ever since that first night together, Ransom had trouble keeping his hands off you whenever you were around him. Be it while you two are strolling in the castle grounds and in the magnificent gardens, or in his room, or anywhere else – his mouth would always be on yours, his hands under your dress or you would somehow always end up on his lap or on his bed; naked.

And each time he made love to you, he wouldn’t fail in showing you just how much you mean to him. He’d tell you he loves you, softly, incessantly, even when he’s pounding into you so hard that it makes your moans echo off the walls of his room.

Your relationship morphed into something more solid over the remaining weeks which led to your wedding. Ransom couldn’t wait and neither could you.

But it seems he was much more impatient than you because on the eve of your wedding, he sneaked into your room through the window. You said good night to your parents and walked upstairs into your room, deciding to get a good night of sleep even though you kept having butterflies in your stomach just thinking about becoming Ransom’s wife.

But you were surprised upon finding Ransom standing shamelessly in the middle of your dimly lit bedroom. You immediately smiled, instinctively as you did each time you saw his pretty face. Then you noticed the opened window and your smiled faded.

“Ransom!” you chided, in a whisper; frowning and closed the door behind you and moved to close the curtains. You turned to face him again, and he was smirking with nothing but mischief in his eyes. “You are incorrigible!” you whisper-yelled again.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “Hey don’t yell at me. I’m your King.” He teased, boasting just a little bit. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then along your jaw and down your neck but you gently pulled away from him and gave him a serious look.

“Then act like it. We’re not supposed to meet before the wedding.” You worried about what would happen if you got caught tonight.

He sighed. “I needed to see you, alright? I haven’t talked to you since yesterday. I missed you, my love.” he murmured and leaned in to kiss you again. You didn’t pull away this time, you kissed him back.

His kiss got more and more heated as he carefully walked the two of you over to your bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you onto his lap. One of his hands held you at the back of your neck while the other slipped under your night gown and past your underwear. He chuckled when he felt your wetness coating his fingers like he expected.

He hummed through the kiss and pulled away just a little. “It seems you missed me too.” He mumbled against your lips; teasing you. His fingers circled around your throbbing clit, then he pushed them into you. He stroked your walls gently, curling his fingers just right and making you push your face into his neck and moan under your breath.

You tried to be as quiet as you could but Ransom didn’t help. He kept on torturing your body lovingly, earning more and more moans and mewls out of you as he made you cum all over his hands. He chuckled against your cheek as he felt you gush out all over his hands.

You panted as you pulled away from his neck and pressed your forehead on his. “Touch me.” He whispered against your lips and a smirk formed on your face. You pushed him back on your bed and rapidly stood up to take your night gown off before settling back on his lap, straddling him; your wet core pressing onto his thick member and your hands pressed against his chest, supporting yourself. He looked up at you in all your naked glory and his heart fluttered.

He couldn’t believe that in less than a day, you would be all his. His wife, his Queen – his.

Ransom watched how your delicate hands rapidly undid his pants and lowered it just enough to free his erected, throbbing cock. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking his length and making him close his eyes, throw his head back and moan under his breath.

You leaned in close to him again. “I love you.” You whispered against his lips and soon connected your mouth with his. Your kiss was heated. You slipped your tongue past his lips and slowly stroked the top of his mouth. He moaned into your mouth, and you immediately bucked your hips against his; your wet core rubbing against his cock and he grunted. His hands rubbed up and down your sides lovingly.

You broke the kiss briefly, lifting your lower body off his and slowly, lowered yourself down on his hard on; earning quiet moans and groans out of both of you as you sank down on his cock. You felt him slip inside of you with ease, and you felt all of him. Once he was buried deep inside you and filled you up completely; you went back to kissing him.

Ransom moaned and his grip around your waist tightened as he tried to get you to move and stop torturing him. His cock throbbed against your pulsating walls, allowing the tiniest bit of friction which drove him insane.

Slowly, you moved against him. Lifting your lower body just the slightest, before sliding back down on his cock; you whimpered along with him, both of you trying to be as quiet as possible. You took a good look at the man beneath you; eyes closed, moaning quietly in pleasure – you couldn’t believe than in less than a day, he’d be all yours.

Deciding to finally stop teasing him, you moved faster; lifting and lowering yourself down on his cock. You whimpered above him as you felt him filling you up completely. His hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed the swollen bud furiously. He mumbled your name under his breath as you sped up even more; riding his cock and making him lose his mind.

You were whimpering and whining as you took more and more of him. Ransom shut his eyes as you rode his cock perfectly, and leaned down to kiss him; tugging at his bottom lip while you sped up. You felt full, and his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up.

His hand circled around your waist and he pulled your warm body closer to his. Ransom was in a daze, his body tingled and he felt warm. Your lips brushed against his each time you moved up and down his cock. He didn’t guide you, he let you set the pace and he took whatever you gave him.

You bounced on his cock moaning and whining; feeling him stretch you out. Ransom held you at your waist and thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock, throwing his head back and moaning. Or he’s occasionally lean in and kiss your neck.

He panted and groaned at how good you felt and shamelessly told you about it; whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him – wet and warm all for him. He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came – hard; feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone. You panted and leaned forward, pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath.

He came right after you, his warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your front to his, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. To him, you were.

When you both finally came down from your high, he tucked you in bed; pulling your blankets over your naked body and he kissed your face softly until you fell asleep by his side. He smiled as he looked down to see that you were already passed out.

He kissed your forehead before he got out of your bed. As much as he wanted to stay and hold you until the morning, he knew he couldn’t.

“Good night, my love. Just spend this one night on your own, and then I’ll hold you close to me each night for the rest of our lives. I love you, I can’t wait to be married to you tomorrow.” Ransom whispered at your sleeping frame. He chuckled quietly to himself. “I can’t wait to be your husband.” He gave you one last forehead kiss and then made his way out of the window again.

The wedding seemed like it was out of a fairytale. Ransom chose an outdoor venue for a change, so the wedding was being held in one of the many castle gardens. He chose the part with the bridge, and the altar was beside the pond. Mainly because the view from there was to die for. But also because this is where he kissed you after you accepted his proposal.

And he didn’t lie when he said it would be the prettiest royal wedding anyone has ever seen, because it truly was. The theme matched your dress and his cloak – white, and gold, and accents of peach. Those lovely colors tied with the elements of nature around made it look like it was a dream.

He waited for you at the altar, impatient. And he had the biggest smile on when he saw you finally walking down the aisle, to him. You did indeed look like the Queen he wanted by his side for the rest of his days. Your wedding dress was magical. Ball gown styled, a big wide skirt with layers of tulle and a long train trailing wonderfully behind you. Accents of peach adorned the dress perfectly. You looked angelic.

Your father gave you away, and Ransom held your hands tightly in his as the two of you stood at the altar. “I will never get tired of seeing you in this color.” He whispered to you as he remembered the first time he saw you and how lovely you looked in peach.

You smiled up at him and got lost in his blue eyes. The sun shining above made them look magnetic.

And there, on the warm summer day, the two of you promised to love, and cherish and care for each other for the rest of your lives. Ransom smiled brightly as he leaned in to kiss you, his wife finally.

---

Life with Ransom in the castle was no less than a fairytale. Sure, hectic and bumpy at times, but each day was filled with love and happiness. You helped him rule and reign, and everything was perfect.

And just like that, years went by without you even realized it.

Ransom found you on one of the balconies one evening, you were leaning against the balustrade, looking down at the castle grounds and spotted the section where you married the love of your life five years ago. You smiled at the memory of that day, and all that’s happened since then.

You didn’t realize that Ransom had joined you until you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind. “Hello, my love.” he pushed his face into the crook of your neck and kissed you multiple times. You giggled and placed your hands on top of his.

“Hi.” You whispered and turned your head to peck his lips. Ransom pulled away and smiled. He had aged a little, but he still made your heart flutter just like day one. He looked up at the setting sun and then down at the gardens.

“This is where I first kissed you.” he pointed out. You were currently on the same balcony that you two went to on the night of the masquerade ball, the night you met for the first time.

You chuckled. “I remember.” You turned to look at him.

He stared into your eyes for a few seconds, “Thank you.” he said out of nowhere. You frowned a little.

“What for?” you asked.

He lifted his hand to caress your cheek softly. “For making me a better man. For staying by my side, through everything. Thank you for everything.” He said that often. Truth is, he didn’t think he’d be able to thank you enough for all that you did, and still do for him.

You smiled and turned to face him properly. You placed your arms around him and leaned in to kiss him deeply. “Don’t thank me, I do it because I love you.” You whispered against his lips.

He mumbled how he loves you more.

“Where are the kids? I haven’t seen them all day.” He asked, hugging you and pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he took in the warm sunset.

“At my parent’s house. They should be back before dinner.” You replied, hugging him back and sighing in delight.

He was quiet for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of the love of his life in his arms and the orange sunset. He smiled at how lucky he was. Sometimes he couldn’t put into words how much he loved you, but he sure knew how to show it.

“We need more heirs, don’t you think?” he asked, and waited for your reply.

You giggled and pulled away to playfully glare at him. “Ransom, we have three kids.” You stated.

He shrugged. “Yeah, just one more.” He pressed his lips to yours, hands pulling you closer as he walked the two of you back inside. You giggled through the kiss and gave in eventually, and you let him lead you to the bedroom.

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Confident (Lucio)

Inspired by Confident by Carlos Vara, and @desskryze ‘s The fool’s lovers Spotify playlist.

Characters: Lucio (POV), Morga, a dash of Nasmira. Mentions of Nadia and Valerius.

Prompt: A painful question makes Lucio go down memory lane and question his own confidence.

Words: ~ 1750

Warnings: strong language, violent themes (emotional abuse), angst, alcohol misuse.

AN: (this is my first time writing a fanfiction so pls go easy on me lol)

“How are you so confident?”

Lucio had no idea why he still remembered that question. It was the middle of summer in Vesuvia. It hadn’t rained in weeks. It was as if a huge cloak of fire was covering the city. The heat outside was almost unbearable.

“The people need something to cheer them up”, Nadia had said. So naturally, Lucio threw a party. Then another. Then he decided to host another full-blown masquerade, and tonight was the night. The roaring sound of laughter and happy screams was filling the air. Singers and musicians were all playing in unison, tapping their feet and smiling, as a huge crowd of partygoers danced their heart out on the floor. The music was so loud in the palace, it could be heard from a few miles away. The rhythm of the drums was almost hypnotising. The walls were shaking, the heat was rising, and amongst the crowd, Lucio was thriving. He loved the attention. He loved the spotlight. The masquerade was made for him.

“How’re you so confident?” What a dumb question. When Nasmira - one of Nadia’s sister - asked, he couldn’t help but laugh in her face. The nerve of this woman! Even if it had happened a few hours earlier, Lucio could still remember. Despite the drinking, the dancing and all the partying. Why did he remember? He could still hear her voice:

“How’re you so confident?”

“What?” Sat at the buffet table, Lucio turned to the woman next to him, clearly annoyed. “Speak up Nasmira, I can’t hear you over the music.”

“I said, how are you so confident? It’s amazing, I would lov-”

“Hah!” Lucio raised his hand to stop her. “It doesn’t matter, actually. I don’t care.”

Without any care or hesitation, Lucio flashed her his prettiest smile, stood up and left. He paid no attention to Nadia’s murderous gaze on his back, as he headed to the dance floor, after stealing a drink from a nearby table. He already had a little buzz, but that was just the beginning.

For hours on, he had danced, eaten, indulged in all the pleasures he could get without taking a break. Time seemed to have flown by, and yet the night was still young. Swaying his hips to the music on the dance floor, Lucio started to sing. Drink in hand, shirt open, he was the life of the party. His dance partner looked at him with half hooded eyes, clearly under his spell. He was having more fun than he could handle, and yet he couldn’t forget this question. “How’re you so confident?”

The thought of it made him frown. Hell, of course he’s confident. That’s just him! What else could he be? That’s simply who he is. Right?

Spinning and spinning on the dance floor, Lucio could feel the alcohol from his drink starting to settle. Lost in thoughts, for a moment, he did ask himself “...Why am I?” Memories of his childhood came to mind. Morga, his mother, screaming at him because he couldn’t hit the target with his axe. The other kids chuckling at his struggle. Him getting so mad, he almost threw the axe at them. Getting to bed without dinner for being bad. Crying to sleep. Plotting his revenge. Getting it, but being unable to get rid of the pain. Morga rejecting his hugs. Being forced to sleep outside during a thunderstorm at night. Feeling so small. So weak. So insignificant.

It all came back to his mind in a second. Lucio almost needed to sit down. He looked at his glass: empty. Feeling dizzy, he excused himself from his date and rushed to the bar. He sat on the nearest stool, yelled a couple words to the bartender and sighed. In a second, he had two more drinks in his hands. It was more than he needed, and yet it still didn’t feel like enough.

He was hurting. The black hole he used to feel in his chest had come back. His face, now red was contorted in anger. He squished his glasses, so tightly the veins on his hands were pulsing.

He hated them all. His mom, his dad, his family. For too many years, they had mocked him. For too many years, they had made him feel like he should hate himself. They had made him want to die. Well, no more.

He remembered the day he finally snapped. His 18th birthday. The worst day of his life.

“You have to earn the title of leader, Lucio!” Morga had said. “I don’t care that you’re my son, I don’t care that you’re of age, or that it is your ‘birth right’! You’re just a small, useless, incapable weakling! Unworthy to lead the Scourge tribe! I will not announce you as the next heir! Not you, a fool, deprived of any strength!”

Lucio looked at his feet. For so long, he had tried so hard. He’d had enough.

No more.

“I’ll show you ‘strength’, mother!” Morga’s eyes were big like the moon, as she watched her son flip the table over. Tears prickling his eyes, face deformed by painful rage, he began to break everything that fell under his hands. Vases, dishes, shields, frames... everything. Morga rushed to stop him.

“Lucio! Stop it, stop it! You idiot, you fool!” He tried to fight her off, but his mother managed to seized his shoulders and push him in his room. She locked the door behind him. "You'll get out once you learn how to be a man!”

Lucio heard his mom walk away, and the front door open, then close again. Face red, he punched his bedroom door, again and again, to no avail.

“I hate you!” he yelled, hurting his throat.

But Morga was long gone. There was no one to hear his first sobs. There was no one to hold him, as he slowly slipped on the floor, back against the wall. There was no one to comfort him, no one to hug him, as he sobbed so hard he could barely breathe. No one. There was no one for him. He was all alone.

That night...

The memory was excruciating to remember. Lucio opened his eyes, surprised he had even closed them in the first place. With a shaky breath, he looked around at the masquerade.

People.

People everywhere.

He was surrounded by guests. Friends, family, strangers. Citizens of Vesuvia and nearby provinces. So many people. All here tonight, because of him.

For him. In his honour.

The thought made him puff out his chest a little. If his dad could see him now, right? His dad...

His dad. He remembered sneaking out of the settlement, that night.

He remembered.

Cold, face full of dried tears, walking in the dark. The full moon in the sky being his only light. The only witness of what he was about to do. Alone, he was walking. Walking towards the biggest mistake of his life.

His fists were sore from all the punching he had done on his door, enraged, trying to break free. His arms - full of scratches caused by the window’s glass he had to break to get out - were painfully throbbing.

But Lucio was determined. One foot after the other, steadily, he reached the cave of the serpent of destruction - Vlagnagog. He knew what he had to do to become strong. He had to ask for the power to kill his parents.

So, he went on his knees. He went on his knees and performed the ritual.

No, at the time he didn’t know. He didn’t know, didn't realise, that he summoned the worm of pestilence instead. The worm did tell him that Vlagnagog was dead. He did. But Lucio couldn’t back down. Instead, he laughed. He laughed, like he always did when the pain grew too heavy. When his dad berated and insulted him. When his mom left him in the forest at night to toughen him up. When he felt like the ‘worm’ his mom called him so often. He laughed, because he refused to cry. And with a laugh, Lucio decided he would still make the deal. He was too weak, or stupid – as Morga said – to back down. So he got the worm of pestilence’s power.

He remembered holding his dad’s dead body, the next day. He remembered, finally feeling free when he realised that he could never hurt him again. He remembered the fury in his mom’s eyes, when she set eyes on him, bloody clothes, blood dripping from his hands. “See mom ?! Who’s weak now ?!”

“Not me”, Lucio muttered to himself, still sitting on the stool. He glanced at his glasses, which were now empty, and his head was spinning. “Holy shit, I’m smashed.” He got up, almost falling over, and looked around to find a dance partner. In the crowd he saw Nadia, who didn’t even care about him. He saw Valerius, chatting with another man. He saw his previous partner eating with their friends.

So he laughed.

He laughed so hard his ribs hurt. Grabbing the closest person to him, he headed to the dance floor, dancing with all his might. He could see several eyes on him, whispers of admiration, ‘heart eyes’ and blushing cheeks.

Adoration. Envy. Desire. He could see some curious eyes, from people - like Nasmira - wondering “How is he so confident?”

And deep-down Lucio knew the answer. “Because I have to.”

He refused to be weak. He refused to let his mom’s insults win. He refused to give up on whom he wanted to be.

Truth was, he wasn’t t that confident. Not inside. Not always.

But he tried. And he couldn't stop. Otherwise, his world would crumble.

So, he drank, ate, danced and over-indulged, trying to fill the hole in his chest which felt deeper, some days. And at every party, every masquerade, he put on his mask. And got ready to play.

Because maybe, one day he’d wake up feeling truly happy. And confident.

For real, this time.

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Catch Me (If You Can) -part 2

December Drabbles Day 20 Sanders Shorts: Remy Sanders Sides: Logan, Roman Blurb: Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick. Fic Type: Sick!Fic, Guardian!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Sickness, Fainting, Mentions of Religion Taglist in reblog.

To Catch Up: Part 1

“You’re sure you--”

An exasperated sigh sounded near Remy’s ears, a jarring dissonance from the murmuring waves beating against the shore, the noisy chatter abruptly cutting off with the slamming of a door somewhere in the distance as Remy gently floated back to consciousness, becoming more and more aware that he must be on some sort of rocking boat. A very cool, soft, rocking boat.

He couldn’t decide if that was a nice feeling. Being on a boat. While the coolness pressed against him was nice...his stomach was definitely against the back and forth motion.

“He’s not that heavy, Roman, I got him.” Came the cadentic voice that could only be from his Angel.

His Angel who had caught him when he fell.

Remy’s eyes fluttered, his lips twisting into a slight smile. His Angel. Carrying him...up and up and up to….heaven? Yah. Heaven. Heaven would be so nice with his Angel there.

“But shouldn’t we ha--”

Cool bands tightened protectively around Remy’s shoulders and legs as the rocking stopped. “....Probably, but I--”

A series of keys jangled together soon followed by the sound of a lock clicking open. “Because when people faint--”

“I’ve received the lecture from Virgil before--I know what I should have-- I just---”

A soft chuckle from Red--no Roman? Roman. “I didn’t expect you, Dr. Serious, to react so to a little flirting.”

“Shut up.”

“Pretty sure you would have left me on the ground.”

A soft growl. “Yes.”

“Wow.” Roman clicked his tongue as a door creaked open. “Harsh.”

“You’re irritating, he’s sick. There’s a difference.” His Angel stated, shifting Remy in his arms as he moved forward.

Sick? Wait. There was something….something wrong. WRONG! Remy inhaled sharply, eyes flashing open only to shut just as quickly at the harsh light. NO NO NO! He wasn’t sick! He hadn’t just faint--Gah!! HIS IMAGE. All those PEOPLE had SEEN!

Remy bolted upright in his angel’s arms, refusing to let this wonderous man keep carrying him despite the tightening of his grip around Remy’s limbs. No sir! He squinted, catching a glimpse of a modest living room with a dark couch and large flatscreen as he struggled to stand on his own. He needed his feet back on the ground! He could salvage this.

“Whoa! Whoa! Shades you can’t--” Red said, suddenly appearing in front of him, hands briefly resting on him to push him back into his angel’s arms.

“I’m fine!” Remy rasped out like a man with one foot in the grave as he shrugged off Roman’s staticy touch. “Just need some soup and--” His knees betrayed him by buckling just as he managed to get his feet to the ground.

“And rest.” His Angel said firmly, his grip on Remy’s arm the only reason why he hadn’t completely collapsed to the beige carpet like a melting snowman. “I cannot in good conscience let you leave when you are possibly concussed, obviously dehydrated, and in ill health judging by the pallor of your skin, the heat you’re giving off, and the redness of your eyes.”

His eyes? But his Angel shouldn’t be able to see--oh no. Remy jerked, reaching up to touch his face. Oh no no no NO! “Where are my sunglasses?!” He demanded, whirling and placing a hand on his angel’s chest to balance himself, only for it to turn into clinging to the fabric for dear life as his vision went black.

A cool arm wrapped around his back, holding him close. “If you would allow me to take you to the couch to lie dow--”

Not without his sunglasses. Remy gritted his teeth, blinking his vision clear. “But I need them!” He couldn’t let people see how unwell he was. That he was...he was…

Sick.

“Then Roman can grab them.” His Angel stated calmly as he rubbed Remy’s back. “You need to rest.” He added in a soothing undertone.

Oh, that was so not fair! Did this guy know how much power his voice held over him?! Remy rested his head against the man’s shirt, fighting back a soft whine as he closed his aching eyes against the bright lights. He shouldn’t give in like this. He needed---needed---

“I can?” Red asked.

“They’re on the counter by his soup downstairs. Grab both please.”

“But don’t you need--”

“Roman. Go.”

Red loudly sighed, slipping past them. “Okay okay. Fine. I’ll go play delivery boy.”

“Thank you.”

“Whatever, Specs. Go take care of your heartthrob.”

Heart...throb? Him? He must have misheard. Remy hardly felt like a heartthrob at the moment. A headthrob would be a far more accurate description. “I’m not sick.” He mumbled, tightening his grip on the angel’s shirt. “I’m not.”

His Angel hummed. “Given the symptoms and behavior you’ve exhibited since you walked in...I’m inclined to disagree.”

Remy stiffened in his Angel’s arms. S-since he walked in? Had the entire diner realized he was--that he--from the start?! He moaned, slumping further. “Great. Just kill me now.” There went his image. How would he ever recover from such a disaster?! If his fainting fit wasn’t already making the rounds on the Socials it would be soon. His life was definitely O-V-E-R over.

“That would defeat your original purpose of coming in to get better.” His Angel said, gently pushing against him to get him to take a step back, guiding him to the couch. “You will probably feel different after--”

“You toss me out the window?”

“--you rest.” He clicked his tongue. “Are you always this dramatic?”

Was he always--? Remy laughed, though it sounded more like a hag’s squawk from how dry his throat was as he looked up into those radiant sapphire eyes. “Babe...you don’t even know.”

His Angel raised a single eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m beginning to think I do.”

Remy blinked. What was that supposed to mean?

He shifted his grip to Remy’s elbows. “Can you sit?”

Remy glanced over his shoulder to the brown couch now right behind him that had no right looking as soft and comfortable as it did. Far softer than the wooden plank masquerading as a couch in his own apartment. “Do I have a choice?”

“Of course you do. Though I do not believe the floor would be as comfortable.”

Harsh. “Why would I--”

His Angel exhaled and moved. Before Remy could do more than yelp, he found himself laying down on the couch before his brain could process just how he’d laid down. The man called Specs knelt, tugging at Remy’s shoes, pulling them off. “Judging from the way you're shivering, I highly doubt you’d make it to the street before collapsing if you tried to leave now. Hence. The couch would be your best option as a place to rest.”

But he couldn’t afford to rest! Remy shoved himself up onto one elbow, blinking away the way his vision tunneled from that simple effort. “I can’t just lay here, Angel!” He complained. “There’s places I have to be!”

“Places filled with people who will probably appreciate your absence because you wouldn’t be risking getting them sick.” He stated, placing Remy’s shoes on the floor.

Okay...he probably had a point there. But his image! “But I need to--”

“Rest.” His Angel looked up, an odd shining gleam in his sapphire eyes as he straightened, the light behind him shining like a halo around his head as he gently pushed Remy back down onto a pillow that had no right to be so soft and fluffy, and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over him before Remy could protest. “You will help no one as you are, not even yourself. So rest.” He urged, his voice soft and soothing to Remy’s ears. “Rest and Recover.”

He’d never--no one had ever---”Why do you care so much?” He whispered, leaning into his angel’s touch as he rested a cool hand on his burning forehead. “I’m just a--” Nobody. This guy had no reason to care about a complete stranger. Under normal circumstances Remy was sure he’d be forgotten within the hour of him leaving the shop. And yet--

His heart skipped a beat as his Angel exhaled, adjusting his glasses as he shook his head. “You have greater worth than you realize.” He said softly, brushing strands of Remy’s hair out of his face.

Ha. Great worth? Him? Hardly. He--he hadn’t---Remy blinked, frowning as his vision blurred, making it appear as if actual wings were spreading out behind his Angel.

That wasn’t possible though.

Angels weren’t real.

“You--” He struggled to form words, to keep his eyes open as a wave of exhaustion flowed through him, demanding he rest.

His Angel leaned in, adjusting the blanket with his other hand. “Not everyone can call for me and expect my help.” Cool fingers moved down his cheek. “ And yet--”

Despite himself Remy relaxed at the gentle touch, his eyes drifting shut as his mind slipped into the peaceful rest of dreamless sleep, his Angel’s words echoing in his thoughts.

“You’ve done just that, Remy, by appointing me to be your Guardian.”

To Be Continued. Part 3

#Catch Me (If You Can)#December Drabbles #Sanders Sides #Remy #Logan #Roman #Sleep #Logic #Creativity #Guardian!AU #Sick!Remy #Sick!Fic #sickness tw #religion mentions tw #December Day 20

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ransomedrogue · 3 years

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Tales of Woe - Scenes from S1

1.2

When he had time to stop and think about it afterwards, Weller couldn't believe what he'd done.

It was a small thing, but only because everything had ultimately turned out okay. Still, it went against all his training as an agent, and was something he never would have done had he been thinking clearly.

But when he'd seen her vehicle flipped on its side, panic had instantly obliterated protocol and Weller had rushed to Jane right away, without even considering securing the perp first. It was only after he'd found her relatively fine and helped her out of the vehicle that he'd finally remembered to check on their target, breathing a sigh of relief when Gibson was still in his car.

Then there'd been the next rush of relief after Weller had found the little girl, scared but physically unharmed, and returned her to her father. He'd been stressed to the max since they found out she'd been taken, with all sorts of worst case scenarios running dangerously through his head.

Mayfair was right, of course. He didn't do well with cases involving little girls. Especially right now, with Taylor so forefront in his mind.

He looked at Jane, trying his best to keep his emotions from spilling out. She was so goddamned fearless; risking her life to chase down a criminal, even though it wasn't at all her responsibility. Everything about her reminded him of Taylor, the missing girl at the centre of his heart.

Was it possible that his own search was finally over?

"We got her back," Jane said, as if echoing his very thoughts.

Weller didn't want to overwhelm her with his feelings and fought to reel them in. But when he was around her, his emotions kept getting the better of him. Which was something he'd never really had to contend with before. And which really confirmed his outlandish belief that Jane was Taylor, all grown up.

He'd been drawn to her from the first day, and not just because of the mystery of his name on her back. Her touch had been nervous, but electric on his skin. Then, ever since then, he'd been unable to keep his hands off of her, acting not at all like himself.

It was only then that Weller reflected on his actions upon arriving at the crash scene, how he'd instinctively checked on Jane first before making sure Gibson wasn't going to get away. Even now, he felt his heart race at the memory of seeing Jane's vehicle flipped over; vividly remembering the panicked fear that he'd lost her again, so soon after just finding her.

"Yeah we did," he replied, trying not to choke on his words.

He wanted to pull her into his arms, confirm that she was still there. Double check that she wasn't hurt from the car wreck and tell her not to risk herself like that ever again.

But he was full to the brim with emotions and couldn't risk speaking, for fear of letting everything out and scaring her away. And, anyways, just like with Taylor, it didn't seem that telling Jane what to do was going to be successful at all.

So Weller swallowed back his rampant feelings and settled for gazing at her for an unreasonable amount of time. Considering everything she'd gone through, Jane really did seem to by mostly uninjured. Though he could see a bruise emerging around her eye and he was concerned about a concussion. Thankfully though, Jane did not even seem shaken from her experience.

But of course she was tough; Taylor had been stubborn and fearless, even at the age of five. Whatever else had happened in the twenty-five years since, her fundamental personality hadn't changed.

Now, after all that time, he'd finally gotten her back. And standing there, staring at her, Weller swore to himself that he was never going to lose her again.

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She was filled with a mixture of relief and dread as Agent Weller emerged from the construction site with the little girl and handed her off to her father.

The thought of a child being hurt because one of her tattoos led them to Gibson had helped fuel her dogged chase of the airman. There had been no way she was going to let him get away, no matter what it took.

Thankfully flipping the car hadn't led to any real injuries, just sore ribs and a headache from a hard impact into the steering wheel and windshield. More importantly, the crash had let her retrieve more of the memory that had been haunting her all day. But finding out that the person she'd murdered was masquerading as a nun hadn't resolved any of her worries about her past self.

Jane was sure that shooting someone in the back of the head couldn't be a moral action, no matter the circumstances. And, regardless of what Weller had said about her instincts, it was clearly not something that a good person would do.

Looking at him now, she could see how much it had meant for him to find that girl. He'd been so tense from the moment they found out a child had been kidnapped. Even now, he still looked too serious, like he had a lot going on in his mind.

"We got her back," she said with a small smile.

"Yeah we did," he answered, giving her a long unreadable look before letting his eyes drift down to the ground.

Jane, however, found that she couldn't break her gaze, even though she knew she was staring. Weller seemed to be caught up in some emotion she didn't understand and probably didn't need to know about. Even though she wanted to ask if there was something else going on, it seemed like too invasive a question for a man she hardly knew.

She had to remember that he had a life full of other people and she was a stranger to him, one that had been forced upon him. Even though she already felt attached to him, she figured it was because he had been so kind to her so far and she had no one else to rely on.

But then again, every word he said to her seemed dense with feeling, in a way that she was yet to figure out.

Eventually Weller looked back up at her and Jane had to pull her eyes away, trying to act as if she hadn't been fixated on him for far too long. But this time it was Weller who studied her closely, wearing a small furrow on his brow.

"Nice work stopping Gibson," he said. "But that was an extremely dangerous thing to do. This isn't your job, Jane. You shouldn't be risking your life."

Jane frowned a bit, realizing that she hadn't thought about that at all before engaging in the car chase. She also noticed that her initial reaction wasn't concern at what she'd done but annoyance at Weller for trying to limit her. Even though it didn't make any sense, she felt responsible for anything the tattoos led them to and morally driven to help save lives, even if it put her in danger.

She was about to argue with his statement, insist that it had been a necessary risk but then she saw the depth of emotion in his expression and completely clammed up. His blue eyes were wistful and heavy with concern as he raised his hand to her face and gently ran his thumb over her eyebrow.

"That looks like it hurts," Weller muttered. "It's already starting to bruise. You should get checked out by the doctor when we get back."

Jane automatically shook her head, tensing at the thought of yet another physical examination, especially so soon after being shot in the arm and having to see the doctor for that wound. Even without a reference point, she was sure that the throbbing in her skull would die down shortly and none of her aches warranted a medical professional.

"No, it's okay," she said softly.

"Jane, you could have a concussion," Weller argued. "Did you black out? How does your head feel?"

"Weller, I'm fine," Jane replied. But she didn't move away from his examining touch, feeling completely mesmerized by the intensity his focus. Which then reminded her that she had been staring at him in a mental daze just moments ago.

She didn't think that had anything to do with hitting her head though.

"You'd probably say that even if your head was pounding," he grumbled. "I still think you need to get checked out."

Jane sighed as his hand drifted over her eye again, like he couldn't help but worry it over her bruise. His touch made her spine tingle, but she also felt the heavy weight of his concern.

"I'm fine," she repeated, doing her best to sound confident in her self-assessment. "You don't need to worry about me."

Weller seemed taken aback by her statement, something hardening in his eyes as he pulled away from her and his hand dropped from her face.

"Yes I do," he stated firmly. "As long as you're in protective custody, it's my job to keep you safe."

"And in two cases you've already been shot and in a car crash. So I'm obviously not doing a very good job."

Again, Jane's instinct was to argue that she could take care of herself – he had even said it himself that very day. But again she was silenced as soon as she saw the guilt pouring out of his eyes and the defeat in his shoulders. Obviously he took his duty seriously, considering the emotional toll it took on him.

Maybe it wasn't so bad to have such a dedicated man looking out for her, Jane mused. Though it grated on her to be sheltered from danger, Weller's protective streak did make her feel warm inside. Like she wasn't just a case to him, but a real person that he cared about.

"Or maybe you're doing a great job with someone that doesn't like to be told no. You told me to stay behind both times," she said.

"You tried, Weller. It's not your fault I didn't listen."

Weller opened his mouth, seemed ready to argue further. But Jane was done with it.

"Please don't feel bad about this," she said, rubbing at her swollen eye socket.

"I know you're doing your best."

Weller gave her another long soulful look, as if he were thinking a million thoughts at once.

"I'll try," he replied seriously, fixing her in his gaze.

Jane stared back, taking in the mix of sternness and softness in her agent and thinking that she was glad it was his name on her back. She hadn't known him long but he seemed to be a good man. And he definitely cared.

"But when we get back to the NYO, you're going to see medical right?"

Jane sighed and rolled her eyes at him though she was now more amused than annoyed with his persistence. He sure was stubborn; especially when it came to her. That was something she'd learned right away.

"Yes, Weller," she huffed.

"But only if you stop blaming yourself for my decisions."

At first he gave her a quizzical look, as if he wasn't used to being given orders by the victims in his cases. But then his expression turned to appreciation and Weller flashed her a sheepish smile.

"Deal," he said.

"Now let's find a car you didn't flip and get out of here."

#blindspot fanfic #blindspot rewatch #s1fic #i wrote this

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anjanettexcordonia · 3 years

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Chapter 8: Thanksgiving

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

Catch Up Here The Spare Masterlist

Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; some language; suggestive language; self-confidence issues

Characters/Pairings: Liam x MC; Liam x OC

Word count: 1685 (+/-)

A/N: Liam annoys me so much in this chapter. But it’s necessary.

Disclaimer: Some characters & some scenes belong to Pixelberry.

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The next morning Liam woke to an empty bed. There was a note with a glass of water on his bedside table,

Early flight home this morning, didn’t want to wake you. I couldn’t find any aspirin. Sorry.

-Cam

P.S.

We need to talk about last night.

Liam rubbed his throbbing forehead. Fuck last night. He regretfully remembered every detail of last night. Princess Maria and he met in his study. One drink turned into two, they talked about the past. Maria apologized for her indiscretions and Liam accepted. He remembered kissing her before she left his study. FUCK! How could I be so stupid. Liam shot out of bed looking for his cellphone. He needed to call Cami and explain before things got worse. He remembered yelling at her. He remembered her asking him if he still loved Maria. Idiot! Liam chastised himself for his stupidity the previous night. Cami’s phone was going straight to voicemail. She must’ve already be in the air. He had no idea of her flight planes except she left a couple days early. For good reason.

Liam dressed for the day. He decided he would call Cami tonight when he knew for sure her flight had landed. He headed for his study to try and make sense of the night before. Mostly he needed to find something to keep him busy. “Prince Liam,” Liam was confused that his father, brother, and Princess Maria were waiting for him in his study. “Your Majesty.” Liam bowed to King Leo. “Father, Prinkípissa” he nodded to Constantine and Maria, “What’s going on?” “The Princess here told us of your rekindled relationship,” Leo raised his eyebrow at Liam. “And on behalf of Queen Mother Regina and myself we would like to congratulate you both my boy.” Constantine clapped him on the back. “Maria, no, I.. uhh.. I.” “Liam, can I talk to you in private.” Leo interjected and pulled Liam into the hallway. “Li, are you sure about this? I’ll banish her if you want.” “Fuck, Leo, Cami was here, Maria showed up.. I got drunk.. I kissed her. But I’m in love with Cami.” “Tell her Li now. She’s telling everyone. Cami finds out and you’re fucked little brother.” Liam rubbed his chin and exhaled deeply. “Father, I need to speak with Maria in private.” “Good luck, son. Perfect timing that the American left.” Constantine clapped Liam on the back and gave him a large grin. Liam nodded his head with a half grin.

Leo and Constantine left Liam and Maria alone in Liam’s study. “Maria, you and I.. aren’t going to work out. I’m sorry.” “Liam, just wait. The night you proposed I was confused. I never thought we had a future. Now I see things differently. I had to find my way back to you. syngnómi” “Find your way back to me? By riding someone else’s dick? One of MY security detail?” Liam scoffed. “Is this about the American?” “Excuse me?” Liam’s voice rose an octave. “It is, isn't it? She’s holding you back. Amerikanoí” “I don’t know what her and I are but it’s none of your fucking business.” Liam seethed. “Liam,” Maria calmly spoke, “this isn’t over.” “Just get out Maria.” Liam sat in his chair with his head in his hands. “I’m going back to Greece for a few weeks. Maybe the time will give you some perspective. Se agapó.”

Liam spent the next two weeks torn between his feelings. He longed for Cami, but he also felt something for Maria. The something he didn’t know what it was. He spent most of his time drowning his feelings. He would be going to America for thanksgiving with Cami. Her family would be going on a trip abroad so she was planning a traditional thanksgiving for the two of them. Liam arrived at Cami’s apartment a few weeks later just the day before thanksgiving. He had put off coming sooner in fear of what seeing her was going to do to him. They had decided to have the conversation they left in Cordonia after the masquerade ball in person over the holiday.

“Camilla?” Liam walked into her apartment the evening before the holiday. The smell of turkey took over his senses. “Hey baby! I missed you!” Cami was in a more cheerful mood than Liam had, expected bringing weightlessness over him. Cami stood on her tiptoes and planted a sweet wet kiss on Liam’s lips that sent a tingle down his spine. He dropped his bags at his feet and picked her up and carried her to the kitchen counter. Their lips connected in a passion neither had felt before. Liam could feel himself coming alive like never before as he touched every inch of velvet skin. He lifted her to the counter and dropped to his knees running a finger over her laced cover center. “Liam,” Cami moaned. He slid her panties to the side with his fingers and slipped a tongue into her wet slit. He licked and lapped at her clit until her body was quivering. He moaned as he nibbled her clit sending Cami over the edge as she covered his lips and tongue in her nectar. “Liam, fuck me now.” Cami screamed. She lifted her hips so he could pull her red laced thong off. He kicked his dress pants off and slid his hand up the length of his cock coating it with his precum. He bit his lip as he looked at Cami, sitting with her legs spread on the kitchen counter fully exposed to him, with her palms against the counter as she leaned on her shoulders. He slowly pushed his engorged head into her, then with a hard thrust he pumped into her. Cami screamed at the welcome intrusion. “Fuck me, my Prince.” Liam gripped her thighs as he pumped into her watching himself disappear into her. “You’re so fucking tight,” Liam moaned,“Fucking you feels like home.” He rubbed circles on her clit and picked up the pace of his deep thrusts. He felt her walls start to flutter. He pushed Cami back until her back was flat on the counter surface. She lifted her legs to his shoulders granting him deeper access to her body. “Cum for me baby.” At his words, Cami came unglued. He leaned down swallowing her screams for him. His thrusting came more frantic until he shot his strings of milky seed deep within her.

They laid on the kitchen floor listening to the sound of each other’s heartbeat and the slight sizzle coming from the oven that was cooking the turkey for tomorrow’s holiday. “Cami, I think we should talk.” Liam mumbled as he ran his fingers through her silky locks sprawled across his chest. “About the night before I left?” “Yes.” Cami and Liam stood. Liam threw his pants back on and Cami pulled his dress shirt over her head. They made their way to the living room’s white plush couch and sat down facing each other. “I think I should start by explaining my past relationship with Maria. I know I haven’t been very forth-coming about it.” “You haven’t at all.” Cami snapped already irritated by the direction of their conversation. “She and I we’re together for two years. We were expected to get married. I expected we would get married. The night I proposed, I caught her in a compromising position with one of my security detail.” “Is that why you don’t have security?” “It is.” “She broke my heart and made a fool of me in front of my entire country.” “I’m sorry, Liam.” “I’m not. It led me to you. The past few weeks, I’ve been conflicted about my choices since Maria’s return at the Masquerade Ball.” “You’ve been conflicted?” Cami asked, confused. “The night before you left, she kissed me.” “She kissed you?” Cami’s eyes grew wise, she could feel the bile forming in her throat. “SHE KISSED YOU?” Cami screamed with rage. “I realize now, it meant nothing. It’s you Cami.” “You realize NOW? You yelled at me that night, you made me feel like I did something wrong. I pried too much. Your world and mine are much different.” Cami turned her head trying to hide the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry Cami, I should have told you.” “Cami, no, I love you.” “NO YOU DO NOT GET TO SAY THAT.” Camilla stormed to her bedroom and slammed the door. Liam ran after her, hearing the lock click as he reached the door. “Camilla, open the door please.” “Get out Liam.” “No, Cami open the door.” “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT.” “I AM NOT GOING ANY-FUCKING-WHERE, NOW OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR.” Liam bellowed. His temper getting the best of him. Cami ignored his pounding. “I’LL BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN.” Cami slung the door open, her face was swollen and red from crying. She had put on shorts and a t-shirt. She threw his shirt in his face and dug her pointer finger into his chest, “You’re no better than your precious princess. You can have her. Get out of my apartment. New York. MY FUCKING LIFE.” Liam stumbled back as she pointed her finger into his chest pushing him back towards the living room. “Good thing you didn’t unpack.” She quirked an eyebrow and turned and marched back to her room slamming the door again. “Fuck you Camilla Whatever this is, it’s fucking over.” Liam yelled seething through his anger. “Whatever this was?” Cami stormed back out of her room, “Whatever this WAS… if you don’t know.. You’re right.. This is OVER!” Cami screamed with tears running down her face. She ran to the oven and pulled the small turkey out of the oven. “Here’s your fucking traditional Thanksgiving, asshole.” She threw the turkey in Liam’s direction. “You’re fucking crazy Camilla.” She opened the door and threw his bags into the hallway. “Get out.” Liam grabbed his bags and walked out of the apartment building. He loved her, why couldn’t she see it? What did he do so wrong?

#trr #theroyalromance #princeliam #liamxmc #liamxoc #cordonia #thanksgiving #fanfiction #ff #fanfic #choices #pixelberry #turkeys #toxic #kingleo #toxicrelationships #angsty

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cherryquitecontrary · 4 years

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Love’s Tender Chokehold

Asra Alnazar x Elvira Casimiro

In which Asra is honest with his resurrected apprentice and feels the weight of his emotions.

He should have never suggested that she get into the romantic poetry.

Sure, he was glad that her reading had greatly improved. And oh, was it just amazing to see her drawn back to the book of poetry that she had indulged in so many times before she had slipped through his fingers. For a moment, Asra could pretend that Elvira had never left (or, more accurately, that he had never made the mistake of leaving her). He could pretend that they were both the same lovestruck teenagers that they were when they met, back when they were still green and hopeful. His mind drifted to the first time he listened to her recite the poetry in the shop, chin resting on his hand with what could only be described as a goofy grin of pure admiration on his face. A hearty chuckle echoed in his mind, belonging to Elvira’s aunt Marina as she cautioned her niece to “be careful, lest your friend allows your words to carelessly pierce his heart.” Little did she know, he had been careless enough to allow her to pierce his heart the very moment they met.

But as quickly as the gentle embrace of the memory had set in, an all too familiar throbbing guilt rose to the surface. He shouldn’t allow himself to get lost in her words, knowing that they were not for him anymore. These were no longer the words that passed their lips when they lied tangled together in the dark of the night. As far as anyone but the Arcana knew, all they would ever be again were the words tattooed on the half of his heart that still belonged to him (although he knew that there would never again be a part of his heart that didn’t belong to her). He tried to tune her out. If he could focus on the inventory for just one moment. But, once she finished a poem, the magician found himself asking her to read another, if only to lose himself in the lilt of her voice for a while. The soft comfort of his affection would slowly eclipse his guilt for a stanza or two, before he submitted himself back to trying to focus on something other than her.

“Master, have you ever been in love?”

Elvira’s words shattered Asra’s careful concentration, and he hated his heart for responding to her question before his brain could fully process it. The organ threw itself against his ribs like a frightened bird in a cage.

“Me? In love? That’s a funny question.” He kept his back turned to her, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the way he all but stopped breathing.

His apprentice huffed in response and tilted her head at him. “Yes, you, silly. I’m not being funny. I’m just curious. So? Have you?”

He half-turned to her, raising a cloud-colored eyebrow. The sight of her was enough to make his heart jump up into his throat. She sat on the counter, legs crossed with the book in her lap. Just like the last time she recited poetry to him. He knew it was better to lie. It’s not like she would know. The less she knew about the truth, the safer she was. That had been his reluctant policy ever since the last time the truth landed her in a deathlike slumber. There was no telling what would set off the catatonia. It was not worth the risk. He knew that.

“Master?”

But then, Asra remembered her as she was when he first saw her: a wide-eyed teenager with the brightest smile he’d ever seen. He first saw her under the warm glow of festive lamplight, and he was sure that she had been sent down from the heavens by the way she shone. Her eyes seemed to hold a galaxy’s worth of stars. The cacophony of the revelry around him was drowned out by the beating of his own heart. Everything around them faded away, and for a blissful moment they were the only two in the world. He remembers his tongue getting tied when he first spoke to her, and he’ll never forget damning his heart for speaking out of turn. But, she laughed. And, oh, was it a beautiful sight. They spent the night as many did during the Masquerade: talking, laughing, and twirling to the music that poured from every crevice of the city. Even when she was called back inside late at night did her presence linger. He fell asleep that night to the echoes of her laughter. Only the Arcana knew how many times he fell asleep to the sound after that. He didn’t know it yet then. But, everything that anyone else had called “love”, Asra had called “Elvira”.

“Once.”

He had said the word so softly, it hardly even registered to the magician that he’d said it aloud at all. He tried to find it within himself to curse his heart for betraying him once again. But, if he couldn’t tell her the truth, this would have to be enough.

“Really?” Elvira swung her legs over to the other side of the counter to face him, eyes sparkling with interest and hugging her book to her chest. Gosh, those eyes. They were like fields of dew-covered clover, and, oh, were they so easy to get lost in. But now they were looking up at him, waiting for an answer to her question, blissfully unaware that the truth was far more complicated than she would likely ever know. “Who were they? What were they like? Where are they now?”

Asra tried not to wince at her excitement.

“She was... a friend. We were young and naive when we met, but our love was... everything. It was all-consuming. To me, it was as if she hung the stars in the sky. She was so warm. Fiery, actually. She had no problem putting me in my place the moment I stepped out of line. But she was fair, caring. When we were together, it was like the world was kinder. We had so many plans for the future. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her...” He trailed off before he forgot himself. He had said more than enough, and he inwardly cursed the open dam of spewing emotion that he called a mouth. Turning from her was all he could manage to do, if only to hide the pain and guilt in his eyes. “Anyway, that was a long time ago now. She’s not here anymore. In the end, she went somewhere I couldn’t follow. That was the end of it.”

The silence that hung between them after his revelation was thick, so thick Asra swore he could choke on it. It was just a confirmation of his fears. What he spoke of would’ve been better left unsaid, if he just hadn’t given in to his heart. It was stupid and irresponsible of him.

But then, there was the sound of rustling cloth. And then the soft padding of bare feet on the hardwood floor. Finally, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, and the whole world shrunk down to that one single point of contact. Asra’s entire body stiffened, eyes widening as he turned his head slowly to look at the head of ebony colored hair that rested against the back of his shoulder. Her hold was firm, but not too tight. Still, it managed to leave him breathless.

“E-Elvira?”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Master.”

He placed his hands on hers and patted them, letting out a slow exhale he didn’t even realize that he was holding.

“It’s alright, Elvira. People leave, they drift away. It’s a fact of life, really.”

Elvira’s arms quickly unwound and Asra turned to face his raven haired apprentice. The gentle fire in her eyes burned his own as he raised an eyebrow quizzically at her.

“I won’t.”

His breath caught in his throat once again at the sound of Elvira’s declaration. For a moment, time stood still. How was it that, after all this time, she could still stop his entire world with a mere sentence? After what seemed like a brief eternity, he let out a puff of air.

“Evie, I appreciate th-”

Elvira crossed her arms and furrowed her brows, cutting him off. There was a spark in her eyes, one that Asra knew meant that he had struck a nerve. Her glare was like magic itself. It was the kind that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“Don’t do that. I mean what I say. Even if I’m not here physically, I’ll always be with you. Isn’t that what you tell me?”

Asra didn’t even bother arguing. How could he, when she put it that way? The firm conviction, the resoluteness. That’s just how she always was. If he closed his eyes, it would be just like listening to her scold him before everything fell apart. A chuckle escaped his chest as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alright, alright. I give.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. He chuckled again when Elvira gave a self-satisfied nod. What a stubborn woman she was. Asra would argue that it was her best quality. He watched her walk back over to the counter and hoist herself up to where she was sitting before.

“Elvira?” She looked over to him, eyebrows raised slightly. “You know I mean it when I say that, right? About never leaving you.”

She stared back at him in silence for a moment before shrugging.

“Of course you do. Honestly, I don’t blame you. I’m a delight to be around.”

Laughter bubbled up from Asra’s chest, and it was the lightest he had felt in what felt like eons. He set down his inventory book and pulled his step stool over to where Elvira sat on the counter. He leaned his elbow against the smooth wood, resting his chin on his hand. He looked up at Elvira, his beloved apprentice, his resurrected love, and smiled.

“Go on, you delight. Read a couple of more poems for me.”

#I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS GOOD GOD #this took months to finish and the final product is a vastly different story from when I started out #here have a painfully tender Asra #also idk about the name but I changed it a billion times and this one stuck #asra alnazar #The Arcana #fan apprentice #the arcana asra #The Arcana game #Elvira x Asra #Asra x MC #Asra x Apprentice #;The Magician #Elvira Casimiro #;Cherry Writes

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talpup · 3 years

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A Night With the Stag

Summary: Taking a breather from a Fall Masquerade, Julius gets propositioned...it's smut, okay. Not much plot. Though I may put this during future events of ‘Light In the Darkness’ and have Julius' disappearance noticed. Might even have his 'Kitten' show up later in the fic. We'll have to wait and see.

Rated: Explicit; blow jobs, one night stand. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Sorry it this isn't up to my usual smutty stuff but @simpingforthisonedeer egged me to do some Julius smut. Please be kind. This is the first Julius smut I’ve ever done.

A Night With the Stag

Fuzzy from a little too much drink Julius stepped outside. The crisp night air was a welcome reprieve from the over warm ballroom of dancing people. The duties of a Captain and a royal, Julius thought, resting on the balcony rail.

“You look as tired as I feel.” Sounded an amused female voice.

Julius turned and straightened. “And how would you know if you can’t see my face?” He gestured to the mask that hid everything but his mouth.

“Body language speaks just as well as facial expressions.” She answered.

Julius looked her over. He was admittedly bad at remembering people by anything but their magic; but she definitely wasn’t a fellow Captain or member of his squad. Whether it was the alcohol in his system or anonymity of the masks for this Fall Celebration, Julius relaxed and teased. “And what’s my body language telling you now?”

“That it’s been a long time since you let loose and are hoping for some fun.”

Julius’ eyes narrowed. Her reply was a bit too spot on. Especially the bit about it being a long time.

“I’m game, by the way.” She seductively stepped toward him and shrugged a shoulder. “I’m a bit overworked and could use some fun myself.”

“What division do you work in?” Julius asked. The last thing he need was to upset a fellow Captain and suffer the embarrassing discomfort of sleeping with a Magic Knight.”

“Magic Investigations.” She answered.

Julius’ lips thinned. He went to Investigations a lot. Jon, his Vice Captain, claimed he practically lived there. He would've preferred someone from Healer’s Hall or the Sentries. But he had a type and though he couldn’t see the woman’s face. Her form, hair, and eyes fit perfectly. He might be bad with names and faces; but he was sure he’d remember seeing someone so fitting his taste.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what division I serve?” Julius asked.

“It doesn’t matter. This is nothing but a one night stand with no strings attached. We don’t give names and you can leave your mask on if you wish.” Anna said, heart beating faster. She was actually going to do this. Have a one night stand.

“What do I call you?”

“Whatever you want.” Anna teased.

Julius studied her dancing eyes a moment before his focus fixed on her mask. It was an orange and white Saber Cat. “How about Kitten?”

“I like it, Stag.” She smiled, naming him after the mask he wore.

Julius closed the gap between them. “One night. No strings attached.”

“So you’re agreeing to my terms?”

Suddenly Julius’ lips were on hers. The kiss was clumsy with their masks. The balcony door opened, a laughing couple exiting the ballroom. They didn’t even notice Julius and his Kitten, the couple lost in their own kiss.

Julius stepped back. For a disappointing moment Anna thought he had changed his mind. Then his hand wrapped around hers.

“Come with me. I know a place where we won’t be disturbed.” Julius said with a tug.

Anna eagerly followed him. Easily keeping up with his hurried pace. It seemed her Stag was just as horny and excited as she was.

Julius pulled her into a room and pushed her up against the door, hand blindly finding the latch and locking it. His lips once again found hers.

Anna growled, irritated at the clumsy kiss.

Julius pulled back thinking he’d done something wrong. “What is it?”

Anna roughly pulled off her mask and instructed. “Keep yours on.”

Her hand gripped the back of his neck and tugged him into another heated kiss. Better. She thought. Satisfied by the clunky loss of her mask bumping against his.

Julius licked against her lips, asking for entry. Anna more than gave her acceptance. Her tongue drove into his mouth. Julius gasped at the licking muscle that explored his mouth. He had never been with a woman so forward right of the bat. The thrill of it sent blood rushing straight to his cock.

Anna turned them, pushing Julius up against the door. She moved on to his neck. Biting. Sucking. Licking.

“Do you have somewhere to be? Slow down.” Julius murmured, her delightful ministrations making him dizzy. It had been too long. His heated flesh sensitive under her touch. His trapped cock throbbing and leaking per-cum.

Anna dropped to her knees. Clothes in disarray, Julius looked down at her. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her when she first took off her mask. But now he saw just how beautiful she was. His hand reached out, fingers caressing her face.

Anna melted at the tender touch. Soft fingers gliding over silken skin. But tender wasn’t was she wanted. Her hand moved his pants. “I have nowhere to be. I just want your dick in my mouth.”

Julius sputtered at her unabashed reply. Then sputtered again when his cock sprung free.

She lowered his pants and underwear just enough to get at her prize. And looked over the size of him. Damn. He was thicker than she imagined. A bit longer than average and deeply veined, the head of his cock an angry red.

Julius’ expression was smug. “Like what you see?”

“It’ll do.” Anna said, sounding unimpressed despite how thrilled she was. Her jaw already ached at the thought of how wide she’d have to open her mouth.

Julius’ smile widened. “Cheeky and forward. I like it.”

“Try to keep your legs.”

Julius shivered at the husky melody of her voice. Her eyes pinned him to the door. He moaned at the first swipe of her tongue.

Anna lapped the head of his cock collecting the shining pearls of pre-cum. The sampling taste blossomed in her mouth. Naturally bitter, there was a hoppy flavor that reminded her of the finest ale. Mixed with the wooded musk and citrus of him and his cologne. It was divine.

She suckled the ruddy head wanting more of the milky treat.

Julius’ breath hitched.

“Sensitive.” She remarked.

“You have no idea, Kitten. You guessed right when you said it’s been awhile.”

“Poor thing. A cock this big and beautiful shouldn’t be trapped and denied. You should let it have more attention. It certainly deserves it.”

More pre-cum dribbled out at her words. Anna greedily licked it up. She placed reverent kisses down his length. Nuzzling into his downy pubic hair and breathing deeply. Her lashes fluttered at the intoxicating smell.

Julius looked down at her at a loss for what to do with his hands. He was use to more subdue women. He didn’t want to offend by his Kitten by petting her hair. Not when her heavenly mouth was wrapping around his cock making him forget his own name.

Anna dropped her jaw giving a few experimental bobs of her head. Even with her mouth open as far as it could, she could only fit half of his dick.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Anna looked up at him.

Julius bit his lip at the sight. Her glistening lips stretched around his cock. Eyes made impossibly dark by her blown pupils. Even seeing a new form of magic couldn’t compare to this.

He shrugged. “It seems to help.”

She pulled off him with a pop and stuck out her tongue, trying again. It did help. Though she soon found it was quite a bit messier.

His cock heavy in her mouth, Anna’s lips closed around him creating a sucking seal. Julius’ skin prickled in delight. His thrumming dick sliding in and out her hot, wet cavern hitting the back of her throat with every dip of her head. She started off slow. Getting accustomed to the sizable girth in her mouth. But soon she picked up pace. Setting a rhythm that had his legs quivering.

Julius’ head fell back against the door. Losing himself in the sucking warm velvet. He didn’t catch his hand petting her hair. Anna moaned at the praising affection. She felt her Stag twitch and shiver at the vibration and hummed again.

“Damn, Kitten. You feel so good. You’ll have me cumming in no time if you keep that up.”

Anna hummed again then whined at the saliva dripping from her chin. Though she couldn’t say if it was the thought of feasting on his cum. Or the dragging underside of his cock on her tongue that stimulated her salivary glands. Either way, his promise had her taking him deeper into her throat.

Julius’ hand tightened in her hair. “Fuck! Just like that, Kitten. So good.”

Anna moaned. Scalp stinging in his hold. It was wonderful. Glorious. But she needed more. Her hand lifted to his urging him to move her head to his tempo. Julius quickly got the message and gladly to over. Driving her head up and down his long shaft.

Anna’s eyes rolled back. This was what she needed. To be thoroughly used.

Julius’ brow furrowed, the telltale tightening in his lower back and balls telling him he was close. Damn. He didn’t want this to end. But couldn’t stop or slow himself. She looked to good. Feel too good. Sounded too good.

Anna’s wet chocking and Julius’ heavy breaths filled the air.

Soon Julius stopped moving her head and began thrusting into her mouth. With every snap of his hips Anna gurgled. Julius’ cock driven deeper and deeper till her nose grazed his pelvis with every harsh thrust.

“And here I thought you wanted control.” Julius panted. “If you wanted me to fuck your pretty face all you had to do was ask, Kitten.”

Anna moaned, eyes rolling in the back of her head. Her hand reached down to her sopping cunt. But before she could lift her skirts, Julius kicked her hand away.

“None of that now. First I give you your treat. Then I take mine.” He licked his licks making himself perfectly clear.

Anna melted in his punishing hold.

“Blink for me it you wanna swallow. Tap my thigh if you want it on your pretty face.”

Anna never blinked so rapidly in her life.

“Fuck! You’re prefect. Such a good little kitty.” Julius rasped.

She mewled around his cock. Then sucked all the harder when she felt his dick come alive. His cocks pulsing thrum pounded and twitched in her mouth. Julius’ body went rigid. A final hard thrust and he was cumming down her throat with a guttural groan.

Anna pulled back letting the twitching length spurt its last offerings on her tongue.

“Good girl.” Julius praised, leaning against the door.

She pulled completely off his spend dick and licked it clean. Julius hissed in over-sensitivity but didn’t stop her. He wiped her chin clean with the pad of his thumb and sucked the digit.

Pushing off the door, he tucked himself back in. Anna backed up on her knees, shivering at the predatory glint in her Stag’s eyes.

“Now for my taste.” Julius grinned.

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#julius novachrono #Black Clover #light in the darkness

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anangelicday-mrwolf · 3 years

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Wolfsbane : Noblesse Fanfic (post-ending)

(previous chapter)

Chapter 33 – Nice to See You at Last, You Rat

“Lady Lunark...?”

The voice could not be softer, but the werewolf warrior jerked as if she were touched by fire.

In turn, she caused an almost identical motion in the young warrior who addressed her.

“Uh... Your order, please...”

She turned her head, doing a terrible job of hiding that she is dreadfully keen on her leader’s mood.

Lunark directed her eyes towards the two rookie warriors, who were just as conscious of her as they stared in waiting.

They happened to be standing in one of Union’s facilities, officially dubbed as “dispository.”

Based on the Union dictionary, “disposal” comes with a definition different from its counterpart in the civilian world.

The process of disposing something does exist, but irredeemable, permanent disposal is a highly rare case in Union.

Because it is Union belief that even the most useless, outdated file or source could one day shine in the future.

For this reason, every file or source deemed “to be disposed of” follows two steps: (1) its online copies are deleted, and (2) it is duplicated into physical, hard-copy format to be disposed-slashed-stored.

And this is when a dispository comes in handy.

Although she was once an elder of the Union, Lunark could not remember the last time she was at a dispository.

She was back to her main task: discovering and shutting down Union’s facilities, especially those that were in possession of Crombell.

She remembered how she could only suck her thumb as she came across one facility after another already shut down by someone else.

However, for once she landed upon a facility with its doors locked, not sealed for good.

Which is why the three young warriors assigned for today’s mission seemed clueless about what to do.

“First we must get rid of all evidence that could hint our presence. Judging by the location and the order of shutdown for each of the facilities we ran upon, the rat who had been ahead of us all this time will be here. So let’s get ready for our guest.”

The warriors immediately got busy, and so Lunark was given time to get engrossed in her thoughts.

Her reasons were hammering her head that she should not let herself get distracted when she is outside for business, but her head was beyond her control.

She could not help but recall once again the conversation she had prior to this trip.

*****

In spite of the invasion by Union’s weapons against noble heads of clans and failure in initial activation of QuadraNet, werewolves regained peace.

Or rather, they could shake off the confusion, which unfortunately did not apply to everybody.

For instance, a certain werewolf who ended up thwacking her human crush’s lips with hers was still very far from peace.

The problem was that she had to make it so obvious that something was bothering her, and wherever she went she made the occupants tiptoe with nervousness.

In the end, Muzaka summoned her in privacy for a talk.

“Are you really planning to zip your mouth for good?”

“...I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, my lord.”

“Playing pretend, are we? Well, I should’ve known, based on your atmosphere for the past few days.”

Her eyes were sore, and her tongue was tied. However, her head had never been nimbler.

‘What do I do? Did he notice that I’ve feelings for Frankenstein?’

Lunark was aware that Muzaka does not take kindly the relationship between human and wolfkind. She would not be surprised to find out that he was outright opposed to the idea.

And she would rather make herself Maduke’s stepdaughter than to have Muzaka look into what lies in her heart.

Plus, she knew Muzaka would rather give Maduke a peck on his face than to offer his blessing for her and Frankenstein.

“Is it because of Frankenstein?”

And just like that, Lunark started to wonder if she should start calling the dead werewolf daddy.

Muzaka smirked at how Lunark’s face turned stony.

“Honestly, it’s not that hard to guess. There were only a very few changes in our land lately. Union’s invasion. That blondie’s visit. And trouble with the QuadraNet. But since that blondie happened to have gone around the time you changed, anybody would be able to guess he did something to you. So, is it because of him?”

Despite knowing that silence is definitely not the remedy right now, Lunark could not utter a sound.

Muzaka, on the other hand, was quite unfazed by her silence, which made her question whether she should take it as a good sign.

“I’m sorry, but I say no.”

Muzaka yielded what Lunark had been predicting from him all this time, although the fact that she saw this coming did not stop her mind from crumbling to pieces, to the very bottom of her stupefied body.

“I know I don’t get to play a vote in your relationship. And it’s not like I have power to officially ban you from a relationship. But if I dare give an advice, I do not think this is recommended, Lunark. And I’m sure you know why I can’t say yes. Racial difference serves as no bars in love. I truly loved Eileen, and Ashleen was a gift like no other. To me, they were my entire world.”

Lunark could feel her heart throb as she watched how Muzaka spoke of their names without the slightest flinch.

She could not imagine how many rakes in heart and how much the magnitude of pain he would have gone through until his own family’s names turned mellifluous upon his lips.

Which is why on the other hand, she felt guilty as hell. She actually made Muzaka bring out his deceased family.

“However, our story did not meet a happy ending. Yes, there were bastards that intentionally set fire upon our path. But it does not change the fact that our story is a masquerade of blood, tears, and death.”

Muzaka’s voice remained as placid as it was, but Lunark could not even dare make a face that she wanted to comfort him.

“And as far as I know, I am the starting point of our kind’s taboo regarding relationship with humans. It’s been alive ever since my first era of reign. And I do not wish to see you suffer even little by eyes and ears against relationship with humans.”

“My lord...”

This time Lunark spoke; she did not want to keep her mouth relieved of its duty for the rest of their meeting.

Nonetheless, she could not manufacture any sound afterwards.

“And I have a practical reason as well. As you’d know, Frankenstein is in no situation to get involved in a relationship. Let’s be frank here – and I’m not trying to accuse you – you don’t think you can strike up a good relationship with him at this moment, do you?”

Lunark’s chest seized even harder; this time Muzaka sounded much more legitimate.

“And it looks to me that your feelings are already taking effect upon you. Need I remind you, you’re a warrior – the most influential one, next only to Garda. You should know that you have tons of work allocated to you, and I believe you’re smart enough not to make yourself a hindrance in our kind’s pathway due to unrequited love. However, should you make yourself a hindrance because of your feelings, I must take proper measure as your lord.”

Muzaka sounded strict, stern, pulling down Lunark’s head even further towards the ground.

Lunark even felt dizzy because his words were as veritable and unbreakable as they could be.

The only reply she could produce was a confirmation, a gratitude, and a promise to be careful.

Her reply was halfhearted, but he would anticipate her to stay true to her words.

And she knew that. She knew that awfully well.

*****

Now that she returned to her field work, she could see that Muzaka was right.

She happened to be agonizing over her feelings at the very scene where she is supposed to get bustling.

She virtually scolded, slapped, and slammed her head to knock it off. She recognized the problem, and she wanted to fix it.

Alas, an elephant is bound to dance in one’s head the more they try not to think of it.

‘Frankenstein... What would you tell me if you figure out what’s with me?’

Would he poke fun at her with that oh-so-impish face, making a condescending show of how he did not expect her to fall for him?

Or would he snap at her that he will have none of her feelings whatsoever?

Lunark could only roll her eyes in her shoes, hopelessly tied to her heart racing to the far end away from her head. That was when the new warriors returned to her.

“Lady Lunark...”

“We just finished the job.”

“Now what should we do?”

Lunark barely managed to hide her wince and answered them.

“Now let us wait. Brace yourselves, all of you. It could take us hours, days, or weeks until we get what we want. But we are not leaving empty-handed. This time we will catch that rat still going about and nipping away what should be our duty.”

Lunark regained her stance as a senior warrior, tall and proud and authoritative.

The new warriors, overwhelmed by her posture, bowed their heads in mixture of anxiety and motivation.

“Now, positions, everybody. You know what to do.”

The three werewolves sang “understood” in synchronization before they jumped into the air, and Lunark followed suit, sneaking into the corner of the dispository that provides the best view of the entire space.

She wished, however, that they would get to stay as long as possible.

She knew that there is no good in taking so long until they could leave.

Yet she wanted to return as late as possible; otherwise she would get to meet Frankenstein again rather too soon.

Lunark grit her teeth in the lowest volume she could pull off, feeling how her lips would boil with heat every time she thought of him.

Sadly for her, it turned out that Lady Luck was certainly not on her side for the day.

She could hear clicks of heels, drawing nearer and growing bigger every second.

In reaction, her muscles tensed with automatic alertness.

After she waited to make out the profile of someone who had been ruining werewolves’ tasks all this time, she got to stare at and scan from head to toe the said someone.

Then suddenly, the visitor’s head violently rotated to a corner of the dispository, and Lunark’s eyes enlarged as she reminded herself who happened to be hiding there.

Bam! Came a thundering noise and a groan of pain.

“What are you? Who do you think you are to spy on me? Well, doesn’t matter. I don’t know how you found me in this place, but you saw my face. Which means you just earned yourself a death sentence.”

Clenching the least competent warrior in the room by the throat, the unknown figure sliced the air with her other hand.

Thud!

Dust and wind were whipped up one more time, along with the impact from Lunark’s feet, when she jumped in just in time to stop a potential carnage.

“And who do you think you are to lay that filthy paw of yours on our warrior? I hope you’re ready for your consequence.”

The woman’s eyes twitched, in clear recognition of the former 5th Elder.

“Nice to see you at last, you rat. You might wanna call your parents right now; you won’t be going home tonight.”

As Lunark bickered, Helga did not even cringe, instead squinting her eyes in a way her eyeballs would bulge out with hostility.

(next chapter)

At last, Muzaka noticed lol. And at last, Lunark found Helga. I may be the writer, but I feel kind of bad for throwing Lunark into two troubles at once. I really wish I can write something fluffy for her very soon! By the way, “dispository” is my creation for this fic. There is a reason why I came up with this facility; however, I will save the reason why for later, for as of now it could serve as a spoiler. Please stay tuned to find out why!

#korean webcomic #korean webtoon #fanfic #noblesse #frankenstein #lunark #frankensteinxlunark #wolfsbane

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Unveiled Love

@smutember

Ao3

Chapter 27 – Try Everything

“Fuck, Adrien.” Marinette screamed out as he sucked her clit. It was just supposed to be a relaxing afternoon watching movies and shows on their couch, lounging around in their underwear with a few blankets and pillows surrounding them.

Little did they know, an intimate scene in the show caused a shiver of arousal to course through Marinette’s veins, and Adrien, as doting as he normally is, understood said shiver.

A few kisses and sensual touches later, here they were in their bedroom, Adrien sucking on her clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of her.

Marinette’s head arched back as the familiar coil came undone, her moans and stiffness giving Adrien the understandment that she had climaxed for the second time in twenty minutes.

“Fuck.” She managed to sputter out in between her ragged breathing. Her eyes shuttered close for a second as she tried to level her breathing, but she knew it was all for naught.

Adrien smirked against the back of his hand as he cleaned his face off, then quickly dove in to suck on her nipples until they peaked in his palms.

He popped off her nipple for a moment and swirled his tongue around the mound, humming his approval of the mewls that spilled from her lips. Adrien pulled himself off of her and flipped her onto her stomach, watching as the loose tendrils of hair fell from her bun and cascaded over her face.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He huffed out, slapping her ass in the process.

He parted her legs slowly and ran his fingers against her folds, caressing the bundle of swollen, sensitive nerves that nestled against the duvet.

“There’s always something I wanted to do with you...” He spoke against her skin, kissing along her body and relishing in the warmth that radiated off her skin. “...my lady.”

Marinette hummed. “And what’s that, chaton?”

He pressed his lips against her shoulder before lifting himself slightly. “I want to fuck you while you’re suspended in the air.”

Marinette moaned out at the idea as Adrien continued to kiss up her body until he reached her neck. She turned to the side, lifting her sultry gaze to his with a smirk dancing across her lips. “Maybe Ladybug needs to make an appearance.”

Adrien bit his lip at the possibility of trying this out, and for a brief second, his eyes shuttered close as he envisioned the sight. Marinette moved away from his grasp and slowly pressed her hands against his chest, bringing his back flat against the mattress.

Adrien’s eyes fluttered open and grinned as he took in Marinette’s body. She hovered over him, pressing her lips against his. It was slow and sensual, but full of love, desire, and want. She then pressed her lips against his jaw line, completely tracing the chiseled feature until she reached his neck.

Adrien moaned as she continued her way down. Marinette relished in the feel of his body until she reached his hard cock, the throbbing length twitching in delight when he understood her intentions.

She kissed the base of his cock, pressing her lips up the shaft until she reached his tip, licking the slit and tasting the bit of cum that dripped with anticipation.

Adrien moaned out once again, lolling his head back once he felt her mouth engulf his cock. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, focusing on her ministrations as she added her palm over the exposed skin of his cock. She moved in tandem, popping off every so often to jerk him off as she rested her jaw.

She eyed his expressions, waiting until the moment of sweet release that would allow her to taste what she does to him, how she fulfills his every desire.

Marinette brushed her lips to the tip of his cock, then swirled her tongue around the tip before engulfing him once again. She eyed him once more, moaning while her lips wrapped around his cock and vibrated against his skin.

She watched as Adrien clenched his eyelids shut, the way his fingers gripped both her hair and the duvet, while he was losing the battle of his bucking hips, and Marinette knew it would be a matter of time before he fell.

She removed her lips from his cock and pressed a kiss to the tip, before leaning back and quietly calling out her transformation phrase.

Adrien was enjoying the moment, the feeling of sweet release starting to form at the base of his cock. He suddenly felt cold and the lack of pressure from her leaning on his thighs, and Adrien’s heart lurched as he realized that she was no longer there to finish her tease. A bright red light brightened up the darkness behind his eyelids, and when he finally opened them up, Ladybug stood before him with her yo-yo in her hands.

“Fuck.” He cried out as he took in her form. Ladybug wasn’t wearing her normal supersuit.

No.

She was drop dead gorgeous wearing a spotted corset and crotchless black panties with a tiny red bow nestled right above her pussy. Her hair was down in wavy locks that cascaded around her shoulders with one side of her locks pinned up to the crown of her head. She wore a deep red lipstick that only complimented the color of her suit, and her mask was shaped like she was going to a masquerade ball. She wore red and black stiletto heels, with thigh high tights finishing off the look.

Adrien was ready to burst in anticipation at just her sensual posture alone.

Ladybug sauntered over to him and ran her hand up his thighs, pressing a kiss to his cock once more before walking away.

“Fuck, I love kissing your cock.” She voiced out, turning around slightly and winking at him as she readied for her next plan.

Adrien whimpered as she continued to walk away, watching her as she ran her fingers seductively up and down her yo-yo. She winked once more before stepping out of their bedroom, and Adrien couldn’t help the curious cat within him to follow her.

Getting up and making his way out the door, he peeked around the corner to see which direction she had gone to.

“Ladybug?” He called out, the anticipation of this fantasy causing his voice to waver. He couldn’t wait to find her.

Peering around the next corner into their living room, Adrien caught sight of Ladybug sitting in a makeshift swing that she had created with her yo-yo. He swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing as he noticed a lucky charm had been used to anchor the string from the ceiling.

He smirked as a passing thought crossed his mind. He’ll just patch the wall up tomorrow. Just her sultry expression alone made him know this was going to be completely worth it.

Adrien moved towards her until he stood between her parted legs, eyeing her waiting pussy that was dripping with want. He leaned in and kissed her lips passionately, wrapping his fingers within her locks as he steadied the back of her head. He lined himself up to her core, silently thanking her for hovering at the perfect height.

He slid his hands down to her hips and grasped her ass, feeling the lace underneath his fingertips. He removed himself from her lips enough to slide himself in her, hearing her gasp at the sudden fullness when his cock filled her.

Adrien gasped, too, relishing in the warmth that surrounded his cock. Keeping his dick in her for a moment, he lunged at her lips, devouring and biting the soft muscle until she mewled in delight. He started to thrust in her, relishing in the way the swing swayed away from him as he pulled out of her.

He continued to fuck her senseless, allowing himself to pound against her pussy whenever she swayed back towards him. The sound of clapping bodies echoed in the room. Her breathing became erratic as the tip of his cock brushed against the bundle of nerves at every thrust.

Ladybug arched her neck as she straightened her back, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s neck as she relished in the feeling of him. She could feel the coil begin to form, rising up and heating her already flushed body.

She was so close. So close to falling over the edge, yet she needed a bit of help to fall over completely. She removed one arm from his neck and brought it down to her clit, massaging the nub as Adrien continued his thrusts.

His breath hitched as he felt her hand move to her mound, but Adrien wrapped his fingers around her hand, removing them from her hood and kissing the knuckles before bringing them back to his neck. He winked as she whimpered from the lack of contact, and he in turn kissed her lips, shifting her hips until he was able to fuck her deeper, getting her to moan out in satisfaction.

The moan sent shivers down his spine, sending electric shocks to his core as his arousal peaked. He thrusted in her rapidly, the constant mewls spilled from her lips as she reached closer and closer to her release.

He could feel her walls clenching around him, her erratic breaths as she dropped her head onto his shoulder. He was close too, keeping himself in check until she reached her climax first.

Adrien brought her lips to his and ran his tongue against her bottom lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips and his tongue entered in, dancing against the languid muscle as he thrust deeper and harder into her core.

She moaned into his mouth and tensed as the orgasm came, suddenly ripping through her with electric force. She pulled from his lips and moaned out in sweet bliss, then whimpered as he also fell over the edge in sudden elation. He moaned out until he stilled his hips, pulling back after a few moments to press his lips against her forehead.

He reluctantly pulled out of her as she held onto him. Her head had lolled to the side as she relaxed from the orgasm, and he could do nothing but stare at her gorgeous form.

“Hi.” He whispered quietly, his eyes locked on her features.

“Hey.” She whispered back, closing her eyes for a moment.

“Let me get you down and we can head to bed.” Ladybug looked up at him tiredly, and he kissed her forehead once again. “I’ll massage your legs for you.”

She hummed and looked up at him. “That sounds nice.”

Adrien wrapped his arms around Ladybug’s form, catching her into his arms as she called off her transformation. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest, and he nuzzled his nose into her hair as she closed her eyes.

He laid her down softly onto the bed, guiding her to lay on her stomach before laying down beside her.

He ran his fingers along the red marks on her legs, kissing the spots as he massaged it tenderly. Marinette sighed at the simple touches, slowly falling asleep at the feeling.

Adrien noticed her breathing had leveled out, turning to her and noticing her silent snores. He pressed his lips to her temple and covered her with the blanket before turning off the lights and settling into bed to fall asleep beside her.

“Good night bug. Love you.”

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Creative Fervor

New Year, Truly New Beginnings

Part 1

Summary: You are dating the king of Gotham, what does that mean for you since you are a famous furniture designed? Will it last?

Roman Sionis x Reader

Warning: Fluffy and smutty.

Disclaimer: Had to balance their rough present with lots of fluff and smut...I hope you don’t mind. 😉

There are song lyrics in italics...I chose the lyrics because I found them to be fitting for the charactes in question.

It was New Year’s Eve, you and Roman were going to one the most sought after party in Gotham. It was elegant, dream like masquerade. Anyone who was anyone would be in attendance. At the moment, nothing else was important. It was one of the few holidays in Gotham that everyone would just celebrate.

“So you would like some soft curls?”

“Yes, please.”

Roman, had a person stylist visit you. They not only were they going to help you with your make up and hair but finalize your choice on a dress. “Sometimes, you truly loved being pampered and this was one such occasion.

You watched the lady work her magic. You were tickled to the core to attend. It had been something, you had always wanted to do.

“Feeling good kitten?” Thinking of him, and he popped his head in. You smiled.

“Yes! Shoo you...no more peaking till we are ready to leave.” You tried to contain any giggles to not give this lady a hard time.

“Alright....” he gave a very dramatic, playful sigh. “See you later.”

You thought you would forever read about it in the magazines or watch clips on the news but now you were attending with the handsomest man in Gotham, your Roman! Just the thought made your heart flutter harder after just seeing him.

*****

You gasped when you saw the mask that Roman had chosen for you. The rose, the designs, wow. It delicately waited for you on a pillow. Thankful it was attached to a rod, so you held it to your face. It was so lovely.

“There’s my queen.”

“Roman!”

He held up his hands, “Don’t send me away again?” He chuckled and drew closer to you.

You smiled, rolled your eyes and shook your head happily. “Ok, come here.”

You could feel as his eyes moved over you. “Do you like what I chose Roman?” You put the mask down on the pillow.

He soon drew closer still then easily wrapped his arms around your middle. He made a very happy sound. “I will be the luckiest man there.”

You flushed. “Oh, Roman.”

He let one of his hands drift up till he cupped your cheek. “You know I speak the truth.”

You gently leaned into his hand. “I know.” Moving, you placed a soft kiss on his hand. You loved his gloves, they certainly heightened intimacy and were well down right part of who he was but when his hands were bare, you did enjoy how soft and solid they were.

“Keep kissing me like that, Y/N and we may just have to stay here.” He paused, his blue eyes were filled with mischief. “However, I do love showing you off, and that makes it worth while.”

“Well, I will just have to start kissing you like that when I want to head home.”

Smirking, he drew close. “You have my permission to do that anytime you want time for just us.” He kissed you then.” You sighed and melted into his kiss.

****

Back, in his walk-in closet, he took out the small box that held a little something special and tucked into the inside pocket of his tux, the he slipped on a pair of snow white and black gloves.

He was beyond thrilled to be taking you to this party. Your dress, your curls everything had come together so nicely for you. It pleased him greatly.

He grabbed the mask he had designed especially for this evening. Tonight he was moving forward, life was finally infolding as he wished it to bed. He ran his fingers through his hair before turning on his heel and went to meet you at the elevator.

*****

“Those flashes will be far more daunting then the ones they had for your event, I must warn you.”

You nodded. “I just hope I won’t trip.”

“You won’t,” He squeezed your hand. “Hold my hand and I won’t let you fall.”

For you, he loved sharing the spotlight the longer you were together. You supported him and never judged. If anything when he came home, he enjoyed that you didn’t mind the mess sometimes came along with keeping things in line.

“Let’s do this kitten.”

He slid out and gave the cameras one of his most radiant smiles. He turned towards you and offered his hand. He smiled wider as you took it.

You had such grace, it pleased him to no end. Together you walked the carpet, pausing for photos with and without your masks.

*****

The food was exceptionally good. There was a wide assortment. All food desires were easily there on trays here and there. Speciality plates moved around on the trays that the waiters brought weaving between the groups of people here and there. As wide of a selection the food was the array of drinks.

Mostly with your arm linked with Roman’s you smiled and made small talk with people. Some wanted to discuss your creations but you made the promise that once the new year was well on its way would you want to discuss your creations. Roman, as well did not discuss anything about his club or Janus Cosmetics.

*****

As midnight was soon, approached you sipped on your third glass of champagne. When Roman, came your way, “Y/N, I asked for a special song, dance with me?”

You put your glass down and let him sweep you away.

How sweet it is to be loved by you

I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were

You met his eyes, as the singer began to sing, your eyes began to fill. “Roman, I don’t know what to say.”

He shrugged. “Sometimes I can be sentimental.”

You saw his attention get distracted but then he smiled and swished you around and around till be was able to dance you out onto the balcony.

“Now, we can have a moment” Cupped your cheek he placed a quick kiss. Was his gloved hand shaking. You thought for a moment. But you barely were able to react as he slipped downed right in front of you.

“Roman..” You looked at him confused.

He smiled up you, “yes? I have to tell you something.”

Oddly, you were slight confused and but he was making you feel all tingly.

“Y/N, before I met you I was, fuck I am ruthless beast at times. I do what is necessary. Though the longer, you are around I do not want to be alone anymore. Y/N, will you be the beauty to my beast?”

Tears, came then and you nodded. “Yes...yes. I want to be.”

He got up then and slipped the ring onto your finger

“Oh Roman, you are no beast you are man, a king of this great city and you just do what is needed.”

“Oh, Y/N this is why I love you.” He kissed you then.

Fireworks rose, climbed higher and higher then exploded into colorful radiance.

“It must be new years!” You squealed as Roman, picked you up and swished you about. “Kitten, we’ve survived till midnight. Let’s go home.”

“I’d like that.”

*****

Once the door closed and the car began to pull away, he pulled you close.

“I have quite the naughty idea.”

You were intrigued. “What is it?”

He smirked, “I will tell you once we’re home and once I am done checking in with all the New Year festivities in the club. He gave you a rather chaste kiss, then he moved so he could comfortably hold you as the driver managed to get you back.

You eyed him, in the pit of your stomach excitement began to knot up. What could he possibly have in mind. A little over a year of being together and you two have done more things then you could ever imagine. Roman was insatiable and well you never knew next what he’d be up to.

You still remember how the two of you broke in your studio he had put together for you...

You were more the willing to work close to him. That kidnapping had really shaken you up, so you also were rather fond of having protection now that you knew how easy it was for things to go awry.

One particular, afternoon you were at your drafting table, sketching away. Your favorite music was blaring away, feeding into creativity. When, one of the earbuds, was gently removed from your ear.

“Kitten,” Roman’s voice, dark voice filled your world. “Continue working but you must remove your panties for me.”

You started to turn back to him.

“Nope, keep focused on your work don’t look back at me. Just do as I say. And open those sweet legs of yours more.”

Truth be told sometimes you would straddle or just have a very wide sitting stance so you could rest your elbows on your thighs...or just because hey..that is just how you sat.

You nodded. “Ok.”

“Good girl.” He remarked then placed the ear bud back into your ear.

You out your pencil down in the cradle for any tool you decided to use.

Standing almost hovering, you removed your panties. Not looking back, you dropped them beside your chair. You did as you were told and backed the seat up. Feeling like you were on displaypmay it a little harder to breath but then you started working again and easily to fell into the rhythm of the music.

Drifting in the world of your creativity when you first felt his gloved hands on your exposed thighs almost made you jump. Stressing to keep your hand steady you stared hard onto the paper in front of you. Though with each movement of his hands the more breathless you became.

You reached down and lowered the volume on the music. To remained focused, you bit your bottom lip. Though you couldn’t stop from moaning as your felt the scruffiness from his cheeks, chin as he placed nibbles on your thighs.

A smirked curled his lips before he continued. An ache began to throb between your legs hoping he’d pay you some attention to you there.

“Roman,” you pleaded, squirming a little.

You attempted to draw your newest creation from a different angle. That worked for a little while but that was when he licked you. It made you shiver. Then he licked a litter deeper. You tried desperately to do as he told you to continue working but you couldn’t. You dug your fingers into his soft brown strands and opened yourself wider if that was even possible.

“Roman,” moaned, as you finally had to look at him. His blue eyes were electric as be tilted his head up to look at you. You panted and moaned since he continued lick at you as his eyes remained locked with yours.

You were jostled out of the memory when the car came to a stop.

“We’re home.” He announced. You slid from and let him get out of the car first then holding his hand you slid out yourself. He pulled you close. “Stand with me while I wish the crowds a happy new year, then be a good girl and get upstairs. Change into something playful then I want you to go and hide. After I am done downstairs I will come upstairs and find you. And don’t you dare make it easy on me.”

With his arm tightly around your middle he brought the party crowd that was wild with drink and food to an absolute silence, “Happy New Year!” He hollored, “Are we having a good time?” There were wild cheers and whoops. “Fantastic! A round of a shots for everyone in here!” He made a twirl with his finger. “Turn it up!” He handed you his mask, patted you on the backside, “Go now like a good girl.” You then watched in relish as he went to move among the crowd, attending to business.

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