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peachiiesims · 2 years
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💜 hair - bangs - earrings - eyeshadow - eyeliner - facepaint - lipstick - necklace - top - acc top - belt - pants - shoes
cc credits: @evoxyr @trillyke @arethabee @dyoreos @candysims4 @clumsyalienn @crypticsim @bellassims
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demonbunnii · 17 days
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everyone look peachii made another sona
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peachiimilquetea · 2 years
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Oh I gotta get my hands on this art class thing. Can I please pretty please get ma and Iida with me drawing on his hand?? I’m not really a visual-arts artistic person, but I doodle on my hands ALL THE TIME. Thank you, my love!!
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tenya iida x gn! reader
peachii's notes: surpriseeee shawtiesssss!!!! this took me an embarrassing amount of time to fill im actually kinda ashamed i never finished this event before dipping.. in ANY CASE it was a super fun way to ease my way back into a type of writing routine of sorts! ive been trying to pour back into my hobbies more so expect to see more of me! i hope you like this my love!!!
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“black or blue?”
“huh?”
you held the two pens out in front of iida’s face, asking your question again, “black or blue?”
“is there a reason for this line of questioning?”
“just answer the question, please.”
“uhhh, black?” he said, somewhat unsure he made the right choice.
you put the blue pen away, and turned back to him, grabbing his hand so fast you made him jump. tenya stayed deathly silent as you turned his much larger hand over in your own, looking for a good place to start.
settling on his palm, you went to work, starting with little hearts the stars, but eventually deciding to do an entire mandala design, covering the top of his hand. 
doing something with your hands made it easier to focus in class, so you continued to draw as the teacher droned on about whatever the hell you were learning in class. tenya, however, was undergoing a difficult internal battle. 
you see, because of the angle you were working at and the desk you had chosen at the beginning of the year, you were drawing on his dominant hand, the same hand he needed to be writing his notes with.
on the other hand (no pun intended), your scrunched-up face of focus was too cute, and iida didn't know when he would get an opportunity to be this close to you ever again.
and so, tenya opted to say nothing at all, enjoying the fact that he could shamelessly watch you scribble on him, relishing in your fleeting gentle touches and trying hard not to think about how you were indirectly holding hands.
“all done!” you whispered, just loud enough for iida to hear, “do you like it?”
iida quietly admired the intricate flower you had drawn on his hand. clearly, it was drawn by an amateur, and even some of it was smudged, but it reminded him so much of you, and you looked so proud of yourself, he just couldn't bring himself to say anything except, “it's a bea-"
ringgggggg
the bell to end class cut him off, and before he could finish his sentence, your nerve had gotten the better of you and you dashed off. there he stood at his desk, smiling softly at his hand.
maybe next time he'd choose blue instead.
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recoverink · 2 years
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Another of Peachiie Shop’s gorgeous ita jackets (this picture from there), and one of my very few completely finished projects! When I ended up getting the Dark Moon jacket, I knew I’d finally found the best home for my Cutthroat Cuties pin collection. ^~^
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I love how it looks all put together so much!
The jacket came from peachiieshop.com and the pins from geekthirst.com. :D
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ranpd · 2 years
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animating <3
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bluewhale52 · 3 years
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The Queen’s Secret
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Summary: No one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely. What secret does she have?
Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Namjoon reader, Namjoon x Jungkook, Namjoon x Jungkook x reader (phew)
WC: 9.4k (PHEW!)
Genre: Royalty au, arranged marriage au, fantasy au
Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!
Warning: where do i start..... virgin reader, handjob, oral (m & f receiving and giving), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!), some mmf threesome action, a bit of breeding, Namjoon likes to watch. 
A/N: This fic was inspired by the fairytale story The Princess and the Frog, and will be the first installment in my Bangtan Fairytale series. Thank you to peachii, NeoneunnaJimin and Andrea_btsarmy47 for being my cheerleaders and betas!
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The Queen has a secret.
The words keep reverberating through the palace, and Lord Yoongi cannot stand it anymore. Of course the Queen has secrets. The King has many more. Granted, no one expected the shy little Queen to have enamored the King so completely; however, one only needs to check the history books to see that sometimes - not always - arranged marriages do work.
As the Queen’s Secretary, it is Yoongi’s responsibility to know every single schedule Her Grace has. However, he wishes some of the schedules could be kept secretive, for example the times the King wishes to visit her quarters. Unfortunately, it also falls as his duty to pass on such wishes to you.
“It would save us a lot of time and energy if they sleep in the same room,” Yoongi complained.
Seokjin, the King’s Secretary, simply shrugged. “Just telling you what the King wants.”
“It’s absolutely unnecessary for me to know whenever Namjoon is horny.” Yoongi continued his grumbling as he started making his way to the East Wing.
A few sets of grand stairs later, Yoongi knocks on the door to the Queen’s private chambers. He hears shuffling, then a young woman opens the door slightly. Yoongi wastes no time.
“Inform Her Grace that the King will visit tonight.”
The woman’s eyes widen. “Again?” she peeps.
Yoongi does not repeat himself. He simply turns around and walks to where he comes from. He hears the door slam shut, and he imagines the flurry of activities that are happening behind closed doors to prepare for the King’s arrival. The ‘again’ comment sticks in his mind; it is only a matter of time the servants quarters will be abuzz and for the whispers to travel out of palace grounds by morning. Yoongi supposes it is not all that bad that the royal couple are madly in love (or lust, as Yoongi is more inclined to believe) with each other, but his deep sense of loyalty prefers the King, and the Queen, whom he has grown very fond of, not be discussed in anything so salacious. Perhaps he needs to persuade Seokjin to seduce another lady in the royal court to take the heat off for a few days.
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Five months ago
Your twentieth birthday was spent in a carriage with two friends who had been carefully chosen to accompany you on your journey to the capital, and for the new life that lay ahead of you. The convoy the King had sent to pick up his new bride was small yet fortified, led by his very own Captain of the Royal Guards.
Captain Jung had a very intimidating look, even when he periodically asked if you were all right or if you or your ladies needed anything to make the journey more comfortable. You thanked him for his concern while your two friends continued to swoon over him.
“If men in the capital are as handsome as Captain Jung, you both will be in trouble,” you teased.
Iseul sighed. “I bet he already has ladies waiting in line for him.”
“You’ve met the King’s court. Are they all handsome like our Captain there?” Nari whispered, curious.
You hummed. “I’ve only met Lord Seokjin and Lord Yoongi before. And they both are very easy on the eyes.”
Your two friends tittered. You smiled at them as you gently petted the rabbit in your lap.
“I can’t believe you accepted the rabbit from the witch.” Nari pouted at the animal.
“She’s a healer,” you disagreed. “Only silly children call her a witch. And you’re a cute little bunny, aren’t you? You’ll keep me company in the big, scary city?” You rubbed your nose against the rabbit’s, and giggled when its whiskers tickled you.
An old woman, widely known in your area as a gifted healer, had stopped you earlier to give you a basket of gifts - bulbs of wild flowers and herbs she claimed could only be found in the forest by your father’s land, and a rabbit, whose fur was white as snow except for the streaks of black across its body. She had wished you a happy life as she pressed the basket to your hands, and you were touched by her gesture. Immediately taking a liking to the small animal, you held it in your lap throughout the day-long journey to the King’s palace.
On arrival, you and your small party were welcomed by the King’s Secretary, the very handsome Lord Seokjin. He apologised for the King’s absence, citing a hunting party that went a little over schedule. You smiled in understanding, and let him escort you through the stately building that would be your home.
“This is the East Wing,” he explained. “Everything here is yours, my Lady. All of your household staff will be staying in this wing. You have your own kitchen, and the King has made sure that the cooks know how to make dishes from your home. There is a library and also a small private garden, perfect for those flowers and plants.”
Seokjin gestured at the basket in Iseul’s hands. She immediately straightened her back. You hid a smile at the immediate blush that appeared on her cheeks.,
“You must be tired,” he turned back to you. “The King would be back by supper time tomorrow, and he would welcome you to join him.”
“Yes, my Lord. Thank you,” you replied in a small voice.
Lord Seokjin left you and your ladies, and you soon got ready for bed, exhausted from the journey. As you lay in bed that night in the unfamiliar room with the even more foreign shadows outside your windows, you tossed and turned. It was exactly 30 days to your wedding to the King.
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The first few days passed in a blink of an eye. You were introduced to your household staff, to the Court, to the foreign dignitaries, and more people that you could remember. The King was kind and patient, quick to jump in whenever your shyness took over, but he was only with you when his schedule allowed, which was not very often at all. And when the King was otherwise occupied, Lord Yoongi, who had been appointed as your Private Secretary, stayed by your side, always ready to assist you in navigating this new chapter in your life. You were pleased to have him; you liked his quiet demeanour and no-nonsense attitude.
Your nights however, were torturous. You had made the mistake of listening in on the maids gossiping (when you were as quiet as a mouse, you heard the whispers all the more clearly) that the King was spending as much time as possible with his lovers before his impending nuptial.
“Who cares if you could please him? All you have to do is bear him an heir. Or two,” Nari said when you confided in her.
“All kings have lovers, you know that,” Iseul tried to comfort you.
“I know, I’m not that naive. I just… I just don’t want to be so boring that he’d lose interest in me completely!” You cuddled your rabbit closer. You were well aware of the true nature of royal marriages, and yet, you did not want to be reduced as a mere vessel.
Your two friends looked at each other. “You’re asking the wrong people, we’re as clueless as you are,” Iseul admitted.
Nari scoffed. “Said someone who has been flirting with a Lord!”
“I have not! Lord Seokjin smiles at everyone. It’s not my fault if his smile is sweeter for me.”
Nari swatted Iseul, and the two quickly fell into a playful bickering. You caressed your pet rabbit as it nibbled a cookie. It amused you how the animal had such a sweet tooth, preferring your sweet snacks to carrots.
“What am I going to do, Cookie? How can I please the King?” The rabbit merely twitched its nose in response. You laughed and brought it close to your chest, cuddling it.
You slept uneasily that night, and had an even more restless dream. You knew it was a dream, it had to be, for it was impossible for a man to appear out of darkness and sit by your bed. And that you were not even scared of his presence, in fact, you were curious.
“Who are you?” You sat up and watched him carefully.
The man tilted his head as if trying to recall a memory. “Jungkook,” he replied after a pause. “Yes, I’m sure my name is Jungkook.”
“Where did you come from? How are you in my chamber?”
Jungkook looked around the room, then pointed at the large cushion by your settee. “I was there earlier…” he drifted off, staring blankly.
“There? But that’s where Cookie sleeps.”
Jungkook blinked. “Yes, I was Cookie.”
What a very strange dream.
“Well, obviously you are NOT a rabbit, so I ask again, where did you come from?”
The man remained quiet, but his face scrunched up, struggling to answer. You continued to watch him, and to your embarrassment, you were even more curious the longer you looked at the man. You had never seen a naked man before, and Jungkook was absolutely naked, so naked that your eyes wandered down past his collarbone, to his chiseled chest and muscular stomach. And the… the THING between his legs! Your cheeks burned. You knew enough of the male anatomy of what that THING could do, and your mind immediately went to your earlier worry. You would have a similar… THING… shoved into you on your wedding night.
You swallowed and pushed your eyes back up. Jungkook had a very handsome face that was framed by short black hair. You felt very self conscious and flabbergasted at how good looking he was. Why was everyone in the capital so gorgeous? Then you caught a sight of his right arm, covered in black inks from the wrist all the way up to his shoulder.
“Those marks,” you pointed at his limb. “How did you get them?”
“I… I don’t know.”
You swallowed. “They look like the pattern on Cookie’s fur.”
He blinked again and moved closer to you. “I am Cookie,” he spoke as if begging you to believe him. “I heard you talking to your ladies earlier.”
You blushed heavily and clutched your thin nightdress.  You noticed his breathing had quickened, just as yours. You sputtered, “That was a private convers-”
“I can help.” He cut you off.
“Help? Help with what?”
He scrunched his face again,seemingly to be in pain. “Teach you. To please the King.” He breathed out every word. “Please, I need a touch. To touch.”
He kneeled suddenly on the bed, in front of you. His thing- erection- was so close to you, and so big and so hard. You covered your mouth as your body burnt, and you pressed your legs tightly.
“Please, may I?” Jungkook held his hand out, his face was still in agony.
You gingerly placed your hand in his, and he whispered a thank you. Then to your astonishment, he brought it to his cock, guiding your dainty fingers to wrap around it. Your mouth dried up as you felt the velvety skin, the vein protruding against your palm. A shaky moan escaped you as he covered your hand with his, and steered it to move up and down his shaft.
You wanted to faint at the impropriety of the act, but he had such a tight grip on you, and the look of pain on his face was soon replaced with one of pleasure. You were mesmerised by his expression, despite your earlier shock. He hissed through his teeth, and the sound only added to the pressure you were feeling between your legs. You pressed them tighter, almost crying at the unfamiliar primal sensation.
“Oh, my Lady, keep doing that,” he opened his eyes to meet yours, the corners of his lips rising to a smile. “It feels so good.”
“It does?” you whimpered. He nodded.
“Grip it tighter around the base,” he directed. “Yes, just like that… ah! Yes!”
You found yourself sitting straighter in your bed, your curiosity piqued. You followed his guidance, and the sounds coming out of his mouth made you stroke him with more confidence. You were amazed, unable to believe the way the beautiful man was coming undone with your hand alone.
Jungkook released your wrist, allowing you to continue on your own. “Keep going, my Lady, your hand feels so good.” He closed his eyes, sighing in pleasure. You adjusted your position, and in the process tugged him slightly which made him wince.
“I’m sorry!” You nearly pulled your hand back, but he held it back in place.
“It’s all right, don’t stop. Do it again, and like this.” He took your thumb to rub it against his tip. You gulped at the liquid leaking from it, but to your astonishment it actually made the process of stroking him more smoothly.
“Harder, you can squeeze a little, fuck,” he panted. “Just like that. Faster, my Lady, please.”
You felt the urgency and you quickly obeyed, gripping him harder and picking up your pace as he requested. Your free hand rested on his thigh, supporting yourself as you jerked him faster. You were spellbound with the spasms taking over his body, the flexing of his muscles and the thickness of his neck as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
You felt the shaft in your hand pulsating, and you screamed in a combination of fear, confusion and awe as thick white liquid spurted out. Jungkook covered your hand again, and encouraged you to keep going. And so you did, you kept pumping him until the liquid stopped oozing out and he released a long exhale. Only then you pulled your hand back, hypnotised by the white sticky liquid covering it.
“You can taste it if you want.”
You could not be any more scandalised. “Taste it?”
Jungkook nodded. You cautiously brought your hand closer to your mouth, then you stuck your tongue out slightly to lick your finger. The taste startled you. It was not as disgusting as you initially thought. It was bitter and salty, with a hint of muskiness that was very… manly. You licked a bit more, and realised that you could very well get used to it.
You were startled when Jungkook reappeared in your vision, somehow having procured a fresh linen. He used it to wipe your fingers one by one.
“Thank you, my Lady.” He kissed your hand once he had cleaned it thoroughly. He did not let it go however, and you made no move to pull it back. You stared at how small your hand looked in his.
“Jungkook, will… will the King like what I did to you?”
He squeezed your hand lightly. “Of course, my Lady. No man can resist that. Nor you.”
You blushed again, feeling some sort of pride in his answer. The discomfort between your legs remained, however. You adjusted your sitting position, still pressing your thighs together.
“You should get some pleasure too, my Lady.”
You lifted your eyes to meet Jungkook’s, and watched how his drifted down to your breasts, then further south to the lower part of your body that was still covered by the blanket. You stuttered and found yourself unable to speak under his scrutiny.
“Have you ever touched yourself?”
You shook your head fiercely. Then the words escaped before you could stop them. “Will you teach me?”
“I will,” he smiled, gently pushing your body back. You rested your head on your pillows, forcing your breathing to settle. “Just relax. Close your eyes if that helps.”
You did as he said. You closed your eyes. But when you opened them again, the sun was shining through your window and your ladies in waiting were knocking outside, asking for permission to come in. Panicked, you looked around your room for Jungkook. But there was no sign of him, not even of the linen he used to clean your soiled hand. Instead, your pet rabbit, Cookie, slept soundly on the pillow next to yours.
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The next few days, and nights, you did not cuddle Cookie at all. You were convinced what happened was a dream, but still, you were ashamed to the bone for having succumbed to such indecency, even in your subconscious. The rabbit hopped around as usual in your room, but it seemed to stare at you more than normal.
You stopped all talk about coupling in your room. You just could not deal with the implications should Cookie overhear again. Until, two weeks before your wedding day, nerves and fear enveloped you at night, sending you whimpering into your pillow. You felt movement next to your head, and you opened your eyes to find Cookie right next to you. Smiling wistfully at the rabbit, you pulled it closer to you to rub your nose on its head, taking comfort in its soft fur.
Jungkook appeared in your dream that night, naked again, just like how he was when you first saw him. He was lying down next to you, his big brown eyes observing you.
“I can feel your nervousness,” he whispered.
You swallowed. “I’ll be married to the King in a fortnight. I’m scared.”
He reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. “What are you scared of?”
“I was told it would be painful. And… what if he doesn’t like me?”
“My Lady, he would be a fool not to like you.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Since you took me in your care, you have been very kind and caring.”
You blushed under his touch. “Have you… ever done it?”
“It?” He scrunched his eyebrow. “I… I think so? I still can’t recall much of my human memory.”
You shuffled closer to him, curious. “You remember your name,” you prodded. “Is there nothing else you remember?”
Jungkook stayed silent for a moment, his hand moved down from your hair to your arm, rubbing it gently. The intimacy foolishly made you feel like you were in a lover’s embrace.
“I remember faces, but I don’t know who they belong to,” he finally answered. “It hurts sometimes to try to recollect memories.”
You immediately cupped his face, feeling the need to assure him. “It will come back to you.”
“Thank you, my Lady.” He turned his face to kiss your palm. Your breath hitched. “As to the other matter that is on your mind…”
He trailed off, eyes on yours as his hand moved yet again, this time from your arm to your waist. You instantly had the urge to press your legs tightly together again as his hand kept moving south of your body, until it stopped on your thigh.
“May I pleasure you?”
“Do you remember how to do that?” you teased. You were surprised you still had the ability to speak with his touch burning your skin. He smiled and nodded.
“Let’s see how much.” He snuck his hand between your legs, and your first instinct was to push it away. But then you realised in horror, that you were naked as he was. You pressed your face in your pillow in embarrassment.
With eyes closed tightly, you felt his fingers moving over you. Goosebumps broke on your skin, and even though you were naked, you felt so very hot. His fingers skimmed over your folds, and you felt liquid leaking out. He dipped a finger in lightly, almost to test your reaction, and when you mewled, he pushed it deeper.
“My Lady,” he called out. You took a peak at him, breathless. “Would you like more?”
You nodded eagerly. ”Yes, Jungkook. More, please.”
He took his time burying his digit in you, then he started sliding his finger in and out. At one point, you felt him touching a spot inside you that made you arch your back.
“Oh! Jungkook, please!”
You did not even know what it was that you were asking for, but your hips bucked and you reached out to grip his shoulders tightly. You could hear the sound of his palm smacking against your skin as he moved his finger faster.
“Ah, Jungkook!” You dug your fingers into his flesh as you felt a stretch.
“It’s all right, my Lady.” He peppered you with kisses until you relaxed. “I will make you feel so good.”
You dared yourself to look down, and found that two of his fingers were pumping into you. Bringing your eyes back to him, you sighed in lustful delight. You closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving you. The face of the King entered your mind, and for a moment it was him that was stroking the fire inside you.
Something wet touched you down there, making you open your eyes. To your horror, Jungkook was not beside you anymore, but instead between your legs. You cried out when you saw the pink of his tongue poking out and flicking you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You gripped the bed sheet underneath you, shocked at the intense pressure in your core.
“Let go, my Lady,” he murmured against your heat. “It’s all right, just let go.”
You exhaled sharply. Your hands left the sheet only to find themselves in his hair, instinctively pushing him closer to you. You lost yourself in the wetness of his tongue, in the movements of his fingers, and finally, your legs kicked once, twice, signalling your climax. You closed your eyes tightly as even more heat enveloped your body, and you wailed when the heat finally exploded.
When you next opened your eyes, it was morning, and your rabbit, Cookie, was sleeping on its cushion, with its back legs stretched out behind him, purring contentedly.
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The two weeks passed quickly. As usual, your days were spent in your preparation to become Queen, and your nights were filled with wanton dreams with Jungkook. He touched you, with his fingers and his tongue, making you scream night after night. He also had guided you on how to use your mouth on him, the mere recollection of that particular dream made you blush brightly.
Iseul and Nari mistook the rouge on your cheeks as wedding glow, but you knew better. As they prepared you for the King’s first bedding, you asked them to take Cookie out of your room.
“It would be quite weird to have him around, tonight.” You reasoned. You were highly strung already in anticipation, you did not need the addition of Jungkook visiting your dreams.
The three of you froze in place when you heard the knocks on the door, followed by the King’s low voice asking for permission to enter. Your two ladies bowed and curtseyed to you, and with a last whisper of good luck, they left. You sat up on your bed, feeling extremely exposed in your thin nightgown.
Your breath hitched when the King appeared. He was dressed in a dark purple robe, and underneath was a thin undershirt, so thin that you could see shadows of his nipples and the silhouette of his chest and abdomen. He wore loose slacks that rode low on his hips, and you knew from your experience with Jungkook what lay beneath the material.
“How are you, _______ ?” His voice abruptly brought you out of your staring, and you chided yourself for having failed to greet him properly.
“Your Grace,” you cleared your throat. “I am well, thank you.”
“Good. You are not drunk, are you?”
“No, Your Grace.” You shook your head. “You made sure I did not drink too much at the banquet.”
He smiled at that, and you swooned over the dimples in his cheeks. You blushed when you recalled how he had reminded you to stop reaching for the wine after every congratulatory greeting came your way.
“You must be nervous,” he took off his robe and draped it over the settee by your bed. “I will be gentle.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” Your voice was getting smaller and shakier. You tried to remember what you did with Jungkook in your dreams to gather your courage. Taking a deep breath, you inched to the side of the bed, where the King was standing, and you gingerly reached out for his slacks. You felt him tensing up, and you looked up.
He looked down at you with a questioning yet curious expression, as if confused at what you were doing, yet eager to find out what you would do next. You exhaled slowly, and with determination, you started to undo his slacks, occasionally stealing glances at him, to check his reactions.
When his slacks were completely off, you were greeted by his cock. You subconsciously licked your lips, your saliva pooling at the sight of it. It looked big, as big, if not bigger than Jungkook’s, You started getting dizzy, the mixture of alcohol and lust swimming in your head.
You wrapped both sets of your fingers around him, and the King hissed at your touch. You looked back up at him, and keeping your eyes on his, you began to stroke him, up and down at first, and when he let out a moan, you started to twist your grip around his shaft.
“Fuck, _______ ,” he hissed. “Have you done this before?”
Your heart dropped. The heat in your body immediately turned to ice. “No, Your Grace,” you answered, fear laced in your voice. “No, I have never laid with anyone, I swear. I am chaste.” Well, technically. Dreams didn’t count, did they?
You flinched when the King raised his hand, but he only did so to cup your cheek and caress it gently. “_______ , calm down, I’m not mad, nor am I questioning your purity. I’m just surprised, and it feels good. Keep going.”
Relief washed through you, and you turned your head to kiss his palm in gratitude, which made him tense again. You looked back up to him, confused by his reaction, but all you saw was his eyes, full of lust.
Your hands moved again, and you swiped the precum off his tip, using it as lubrication, the way you knew Jungkook liked it, assuming the King would like it too. And he did; you heard the rumble in his chest, and his voice dropped even lower as he whispered your name.
Emboldened, you leaned forward and started licking the head of his cock. You felt him shuddering, and so you took it a step further. With one hand on his thigh and another still pumping the base of his cock, you wrapped your lips around him and took him in as far as you could. You gagged a little when you felt the intrusion hitting the back of your throat, but you knew that you could take more once you relaxed a little. However, before you could do so, you heard the King swear again.
“Enough,” he said harshly. He pulled out of your mouth. You sat still, jaws aching and throat a bit sore, but you dismissed the discomfort, for fear engulfed you again, worried that you had taken it too far. The man before you had crowned you as his Queen earlier that day, and yet here you were, acting like a whore, greedy and lewd.
“Move up the bed.”
You did as he instructed, quietly. You did not dare to meet his eyes, but you could feel his glare on you.
“Lie down.”
The air was still around you and you held your breath. You lay your body down, on your back. You closed your eyes, with chill running through you, as you resigned yourself to whatever punishment the King would give you for your impropriety.
You felt the bed dipped by your feet, then a pair of hands gripped your ankles tightly. You bit back a sob. The hands moved up your legs, pushing your nightgown up until you felt the material pooling on your thighs, and those hands were not far behind. His hands were big, and they felt rough, the calluses scraping against your sensitive skin. Your hands bunched into tight fists by your sides.
The hands left you and you braced yourself. However, what happened next was as surprising as the obscene moans that escaped your mouth. The King ripped your nightgown, grabbed your knees and pushed them up until they hit your chest. Your eyes flew open and you immediately looked down, to find his head between your legs, and his eyes boring through yours as he gave your sex a slow wet lick.
“Oh, my King!” There was no more fear in your voice, only primal needs.
He licked you a few more times, then he lifted his head. You wanted to faint at the sight of his slick mouth and chin. “Namjoon. Call me Namjoon.”
You mewled as he went back to your cunt. His tongue was wide, and hard, and his hands held your thighs in a death grip, keeping you open for him. You felt yourself gushing out, and you could not believe how much liquid was dripping out of your hole to wet the sheets below.
“Namjoon!” You wailed out his name as his tongue poked in, and his lips smacking against your wet folds. He seemed to like having his name shouted out, for he doubled up his pace, stabbing the wet organ quick and hard into you, eliciting more screams of his name out of you.
You felt the telltale signs, not so unfamiliar as you had experienced it many times in your dreams with Jungkook, but the sensation in real life was a hundred fold more intense. The pressure was heavy on your core, tight on your abdomen, and your legs shook to close around the King’s- Namjoon’s- head.
He gripped your thighs harder, and he started to wiggle his tongue in you. The room was full of your cries of his name, and the loudest came when a particular flick of his tongue triggered the explosion in your body. You closed your eyes tightly as the pressure was finally released, your back arched wildly as you rode your orgasm.
You were barely aware of your surroundings, your head was still spinning and your vision blurry, when you felt an intrusion at the entrance of your pussy. You forced your eyes open, and you sighed wantonly at the sight of Namjoon hovering above you as his hand guided his cock into you. He pushed in slowly, and you felt your walls stretch. This was new- you did not do this with Jungkook in your dreams- so you started to panic a little. Tears escaped your eyes as Namjoon lowered his body over yours.
“Relax, _______,” he kissed your tears away. “I’ll go slowly.”
He took your arms and draped them around his shoulders. You quickly took purchase in them, holding on to him as you held your breath. He dipped his cock in shallow thrusts in and out of you, helping you adjust to his girth. You could not escape the pain, but the pleasure on top of it was too delicious. You dug your nails into his back, biting back a moan.
He pulled your bottom lip. “Be loud, my little Queen. It’s just us here.”
With those words, he thrusted a little and you gasped as he intruded your virginal hole further. Your body writhed, desperate for more.
“You’re sucking me in,” Namjoon smirked. “You think you can take me?”
“Yes, yes,” you whined. “Please, I want more.”
He surged forward to kiss you fervently, at the same time sheathing his whole length into your warm, wet hole. You cried out into his mouth, your shock and your sobs faded away the moment you tasted him and yourself on his lips. The stretch in your cunt triggered your second climax, taking you both by surprise and making you clench tightly around him. He broke the kiss to groan next to your ear, the sound only amplified your pleasure.
When the waves subsided, your body went limp, but Namjoon was still hard as a rock. He remained unmoving on top of you as he watched your face. You were certain you looked an absolute mess. You could feel a mixture of your and his saliva on your chin, and streaks of tears drying up on your face, far from the usual prim and proper appearance you put on.
Namjoon, however, did not seem to mind. “I’m going to put my heir in you,” he shuffled to get back on his knees, his cock still buried in you. “And if your womb does not take tonight, I will fill you up over and over until it does.”
He pulled your hips up, and your body followed along pliantly. He began moving, slowly fucking you. You threw your head back further into the bed, captivated by the feel of his cock dragging around your walls. You could not stop the lecherous wails from escaping your mouth.
He smirked. “My shy little Queen,” he was moving faster now, the slapping sounds of his skin against yours deafening in your ears. “Who knew you would take me so well, hmm? I will enjoy fucking you until you are big and full of my children.”
He pulled himself nearly out, until only the tip remained inside. You wanted to protest, for you felt so empty. But before you could find your voice, he thrusted hard into you, so hard that you felt your breasts bounce. He grunted above you, then repeated the motion over and over again, until your body was pushed across the bed and you found your head dangling over the side. Then, with what you could identify as a roar, he pulled you up until you were sitting on him.
The new position made his cock go even deeper in you, and you sobbed and clung desperately to him. His hands gripped your hips to hold your body still, and he started to thrust up into you. You babbled his name, mind delirious as the pressure started to build for the third time that night.
“Are you going to cum again, _______ ?” He carded his fingers through your hair, an almost smug expression on his face. “Will you milk me to my last drop, hmm?”
“Namjoon,” you whined. “Yes, please.”
You lost your voice when he moved even faster and harder. Your body bounced over him, his strong hands holding you so you did not topple over. Your eyes were closed, you were so lost in the pleasure. You felt his hair brushing against your chin, then you heard a growl, before something pricked your collarbone. He bit your skin, and was sucking on it as he continued thrusting up into you, and it proved to be the last push you needed to succumb to your climax again.
Everything was a blur afterwards. Namjoon emptied himself into you when you were riding out the last of your orgasm, and you were quite certain you collapsed onto the bed, spent, satisfied and completely unable to move. When Namjoon kissed you, you returned it by reflex, and when he left your bed, you dragged yourself to move under the blanket. However, he came back with a cup of wine, offering it to you.
“Your throat must be parched.”
You blushed, knowing how unabashedly loud you had been. You forced yourself to sit up to take a few sips, then you looked at him questioningly when he tucked himself in bed next to you.
“Your Grace?”
He settled on the pillow. “Namjoon, call me Namjoon when we are in bed.”
“Namjoon,” you corrected yourself, “are you staying the night?”
“Of course I am,” he chuckled. “It’s our wedding night, and I’d like to think you still want me, as I do you.”
You blushed all the way to your ears, suddenly embarrassed by your naked bodies. “Oh,” was all you managed to say.
“Come on, let’s have a rest.” He pulled you down until you lay tucked in his arm, your head on his chest. You fell asleep soon after, listening to his heartbeats, and for the first time in two weeks, Jungkook did not visit you in your dreams. You were awakened, however, by the King’s hunger.
Iseul and Nari later would tell you as they dabbed ointments on the purple marks across your collarbone and your breasts, that the guards stationed on your floor stood as far away from your room as possible all night, and that they even prevented everyone, including your and the King’s secretaries, from stepping anywhere towards your room, until the King himself exited, when the sun was high up in the sky.
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Namjoon always walks purposefully, more so when he walks towards your room. He wonders if he should move you closer, or if he should take up Yoongi’s advice (or rather, whining) to move into your room altogether. He spends almost every other night there anyway. Thinking about you, he smiles to himself. The shy noblewoman from the country turns out to be a menace in bed. And even when you are too tired, he is more than happy to just talk and sleep next to you.
When he opens the door to your room, your ladies in waiting are already getting ready to leave, and they do just so, one by one filing out. He finds you sitting on the bed, draped in a robe that he knows is hiding that damned thin nightgown you seem to favor so much.
“Your Grace.” You greet him when you see him. “Namjoon.”
His name slithers out of your mouth like silk, and it has become one of his favorite sounds in the world. “Good evening, my little Queen,” he unrobes himself before joining you in bed. “You seem to be in quite a good mood tonight.”
You smiled. “I am indeed.” You take his hands and press them to your stomach. “I think I am with child. I have asked Lord Yoongi to bring the physician tomorrow, so hopefully we will get confirmation then.”
He nearly jumps out of excitement. His eyes zeroes down to your stomach immediately. For once, he is lost for words. So instead he bends down to kiss you there, but in the process knocks you back awkwardly to your pillows. He apologises, embarrassed by his clumsiness.
You giggle at his reaction. “Look at that,” you point at your pet rabbit hopping around the room wildly and onto your bed, “Cookie is excited too.”
Namjoon scoops the rabbit up. “Did you hear that? What wonderful news!” In his elation, he absent-mindedly gives it a little peck on its head.
What happens next cannot be explained. The rabbit starts to spasm, its head jerking around as if in pain. It continues to twist, and you start shrieking in fear.
“Namjoon! What’s happening? Why is Cookie like that?”
The King lies the rabbit down on your bed and grabs his robe to go out to get help. “I will get someo-”
A puff of black smoke fills your room suddenly, stopping the King in his tracks. He immediately reaches out for you, worried for your - and the baby’s - safety. He finds your hands amidst the smoke, and he pulls you to him, only feeling somewhat safer when you are standing behind him. He waves his arm around, as the smoke starts to dissipate. He wishes he had his sword with him as he calculates the time to get you out of the room and alerts the guards. The grip you have on his arm and your gasp, however, prevent him from doing any of that.
“Namjoon, look!”
He peers through the smoke, and sees a figure on your bed. It is a man, naked and curled up, the silhouette is familiar, and his heart beats faster.
“_______, stay here,” he steps closer to your bed. “I just need to see who it is.”
It can’t be… can it? But he knows that hair, those lines of muscles, the dimple on the small of his back. There is only one person whose body he knows this intimately. “Jungkook?”
You gasp. “You know him?”
“Jungkook?” He shakes the man’s shoulders. “Jungkook? Is it really you?”
Jungkook stirs and opens his eyes. “Your Grace?” he calls out with a soft whisper.
Namjoon chokes. “It is you.” He pulls the naked man into a hug. “Jungkook, you have no idea how long I have been looking for you.” Jungkook raises his hands and wraps them around the King’s back, with a sound of laughter mixed with teary relief.
“Namjoon, you know him?” You ask again. He finds himself struggling to find an answer.
“Jungkook… he is one of my knights.” He swallows, suddenly feeling guilty for what he is about to admit. “He was lost after we visited your father last year.”
You blink. “You mean…”
Namjoon nods. “Yes, after your father and I made the agreement for our marriage.”
You inch closer to Jungkook, your hand reaches out to stroke his hair. Namjoon is surprised at your tenderness. He expects you to be shocked and fearful, but the look in your eyes is soft, and dare he says, affectionate?
“You seem to know him too, my little Queen.” He eyes you carefully.
Your eyes dart to his, but before you can answer him, Jungkook speaks. “She brought me here. Back to you. Don’t be mad at her.”
You sniffle. “He has been my… companion the past few months.”
Namjoon tilts his head. He knows you enough by now to know you are hiding something. However, he realises he is too. He decides to let it go for now and turns back to Jungkook.
“What happened?”
Jungkook sighs. “I can’t remember much. Actually, I did not remember anything at all until I was in this room. With Her Grace.”
Namjoon cannot help himself. He cups Jungkook’s face and leans down to kiss him. He hears your breath hitch. Then he turns to you and kisses you as well. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your lips.
Jungkook moves to sit up on the bed, and both Namjoon and you help him, propping up pillows on his back to make him more comfortable.
“We came across a group of bandits on our way back, do you remember that?” Jungkook starts, directing his question at Namjoon who nods. “As I was chasing them, I came across a witch. I must have insulted her- I don’t even remember what I did - and next thing I knew, I was a rabbit. She kept me in her hut, until another witch came, and took me away, to give me to you.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath. “I do not have much recollection about my time as a rabbit. Not even my name. Then once I was here, it slowly came back to me. Every night, little by little, I started to remember.”
Namjoon reaches out for your hand, wanting to thank you again, but he is shocked to see your cheeks and ears have turned bright red. You nervously glance at him, then back to Jungkook. Then he remembers your choice of word. Companion.
“Did you know that your rabbit is Jungkook?”
Your face is devoid of color. Namjoon feels Jungkook tensing up as well.
“Your Grace, please forgive me!” You immediately kneel on the floor and bow to him. “I swear I have not been astray.”
Namjoon is baffled by the tears and the pure fear in your face. He waits for you to explain further, but you do not seem to be able to, lost in your sobs.
“I visited her in her dreams,” Jungkook admits quietly. “I was in such a need, needing to feel somewhat human, and she helped me. In fact, the more time I spent with her, the more my memories came back.”
You hiccup. “I did not lay with him, we just… touched each other.”
Namjoon takes a deep breath, trying to understand what is going on. His wife and Queen has brought back his… he swallows nervously. He has never acknowledged the relationship he had with Jungkook, despite his close circle of friends knowing the true nature of it. He takes in your form, his own memory going back to the scared and nervous young woman he first met a year ago at your father’s estate, then to the shy Queen he first bedded three months ago. How much have you changed since that night he first slept with you? With every moan, every scream he pulls out of you, you are becoming more and more confident, in court and in bed. And soon, you will bear him an heir.
“My dear,” he pulls you up, having made up his mind. “Fear not, I am not angry. Surprised, yes, but not angry, never with you.” He strokes your cheek, calming you down. “And, you have brought back someone precious to me. How could I be angry?”
You look at him and Jungkook nervously. Namjoon continues. “Jungkook was my lover,” he admits, feeling a large burden being lifted off at the admission. “I was devastated when he disappeared, and I have never stopped looking for him.” He turns to Jungkook to cup his cheek. “In fact, Jimin and Taehyung left just two days ago to continue the search. When, all this while, my little Queen has brought you home.”
Namjoon is taken aback when you crash into him, hugging his waist tightly. “Thank you, Your Grace.” You sniffle noisily into his chest. “He, Jungkook… I asked him to teach me things because I was so afraid I would not be enough for you. But I swear, you were my first, in my dreams or otherwise.”
The three of you remain quiet, partly because you are trying to calm down from your crying, and Jungkook is getting used to his new human body. Namjoon contentedly caresses your hair with one hand, while his other is linked with Jungkook’s, assuring you that it does not matter. He is just so happy to see Jungkook after despairing for so long. His lover, whom he has loved and longed for, is finally, finally back home with him. And then his Queen- he has fallen in love with you, over the span of three months. How lucky could one be to have both together? He feels incredibly content.
And incredibly needy. He tilts your face up, and starts kissing you until your face is dry of your tears. He feels you gasping at him, chasing his mouth, and he smiles.
Then he turns to Jungkook, who is already raising himself up, and kisses him. He sighs in pleasure as their lips touch, having missed the younger man’s taste so much. He deepens the kiss until he runs out of breath.
He falls onto the bed, flanked on either side by you and Jungkook. He sees a glint in Jungkook’s eye, also a flash of hunger. He turns to you.
“My little Queen, you have only met Jungkook in your dreams?”
You nod.
“So you have never touched him at all?”
“No, not like this.” You gulp.
“You should touch him then,” he guides your hand to Jungkook’s chest, placing it there. “Now that he’s here, you get to touch him all you like.”
You blink. “Namjoon, you don’t mind?”
He kisses you gently, then turns to kiss Jungkook too. “No, I won’t mind at all, in fact, I would very much like to see you both enjoy each other for the first time.”
You still look at him hesitantly. “If you want to, of course,” he adds. He would never force you to do anything against your wish. To his delight, you nod, still shy, and he shuffles out of the way, making space for you and Jungkook on the bed.
Namjoon hears little gasps from you as you touch Jungkook’s naked body, and he smirks in amusement, for he had done the same the first time he saw the younger man naked, the first time he grazed the plane of his chest, his tiny waist, his strong legs. He undresses himself as he continues watching you admiring Jungkook with your fingers, and soon, your mouth.
“Does it feel good, my little Queen?” He brushes your hair back. “What do you want to do to our Jungkook?”
You raise your head. “Namjoon…I have never laid with him. May I?” you ask hesitantly.
“Of course, if that’s what you want.” He glances at Jungkook, breathless now on the bed. “That seems to be what he wants too.”
Namjoon watches you kiss your way down Jungkook’s body, from his neck, to his chest, down to his stomach and even further. Namjoon nods when you glance at him, as if asking for permission, before you grab his cock in your little hand, stroking him to full hardness.
You stick your tongue out and start licking his shaft, before engulfing him completely in your mouth. You bob your head up and down slowly but soon you pick up your pace. Namjoon reaches for his own cock and starts stroking himself too, matching his pace with your mouth.
Jungkook jerks up at a particular suck, making you gag. You pull off of him and catch your breath. Namjoon has had enough. He wants more, and looking at how glassy your eyes are, he knows you do too.
“You can ride him, would you like that?” Namjoon smiles as you keen at his request, and helps you get on Jungkook. He holds Jungkook’s cock - he can’t even describe how much he has missed the feeling of his hardness in his hand, but for now he wants to watch you, to see you losing yourself in pleasure with his lover. So he guides Jungkook’s cock towards your hole, and he groans as you slowly sink down on it.
“Ah, fuck, you’re so wet,.” Jungkook moans.
“Jungkook,” you pant. “Finally.”
A tear escapes your eye. Namjoon catches it with his finger. “Yes, finally. How lucky I am to have you both here.” Namjoon nuzzles your hair. He loves how you smell of flowers and sex. He tilts your head to kiss you, and you pliantly open your mouth to welcome his lips and his tongue.
Namjoon feels your body starting to bounce, Jungkook has started to thrust up into you. Namjoon swallows your moans and whimpers, while still stroking his cock. He glances over to Jungkook, his face scrunched up in concentration as he fucks into you.
Suddenly, his hand is no longer enough. He longs for Jungkook’s mouth, memories of their rendezvous flooding back to him. He gives you a kiss one last time, then makes his way to Jungkook. The younger man looks up to see Namjoon looking down to him. The King caresses his lover’s cheek softly, many words are to be spoken but for now he needs to be intimate with him. Jungkook licks his lips and opens his mouth.
Namjoon shudders as he slides his cock in. “Ah, Jungkook…” He closes his eyes and revels in the feeling of those lips around him. He feels a touch on his chest, and opens his eyes to find you leaning forward towards him. He exhales, in excitement and in love, perhaps more than anything.
You are still bouncing on Jungkook’s cock, your face tight in pleasure but you only moan louder watching how Namjoon’s cock is sliding in and out of Jungkook’s mouth. Your nails trail down Namjoon’s chest, all the way down to where his body ends and Jungkook’s begins. Your fingers travel further, grazing his neck now and your eyes widen at how it moves along with Namjoon’s cock.
“Namjoon, I can feel it,” you whisper.
“I know my love,” the words pour out of him easily. “His tongue feels so good. And you seem to know about that already.”
Your cheeks redden instantly, but you chuckle. “Yes, yes!”
Jungkook thrusts up again and you nearly fall forward. Namjoon holds your body up as the man below you fucks you harder and faster. Namjoon can read you like the back of his palm by now. The signs of your orgasm approaching are there, in the little hiccups between your moans, in the way you get whinier as you call out his and Jungkook’s name
“Let go, my love. Cum for us.”
It is all you need to fall into the abyss of your climax. Namjoon loves to see you so lost in your pleasure, so free. He has seen it night after night since your wedding, and he loves how you let yourself be when all the titles and protocols are stripped. And now, as you cum around his lover’s cock, he feels only love and adoration for you.
As you ride out your orgasm, Namjoon has to hold his own back, until he feels Jungkook wrapping his lips right around the base, and dragging them to the tip.
“Jungkook, fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“Namjoon, cum please. I want to see you fill his mouth, as you like to do mine.” This time, it is you who encourages the King, as you reach forward to roll and pinch Jungkook’s nipples. That is the last straw for Namjoon.
With a loud roar, he cums, pressing his cock into Jungkook’s mouth as deep as he can while he empties himself. Jungkook’s hands grip his thighs holding him in place as his own hips start bucking as well.
“Please, please, Jungkook,” you beg. “I want to feel you. Cum for me, please.”
At that, the King removes himself, staining Jungkook’s mouth and chin with his seed. Jungkook licks his lips, then grabs you to pull you down on top of him. Planting his legs on the bed, he pistons into you until you are shaking and vibrating, your mouth latching onto his, lapping the cum the King has left on his skin.
“Are you cumming again, my little Queen?” Namjoon bends down to be eye level with you. He grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers, and finally he witnesses his wife and his lover losing themselves in pleasure, together.
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Lord Yoongi is annoyed. Everyone knows he is a punctual man, and he appreciates that his Queen shares the same sentiment about the importance of being on time as much as he does. He is also an understanding man. He can accept that having spent a night with Namjoon can be quite exhausting for you, and as much as he does not want to think about your nightly activities, he cannot blame you for wanting to sleep in a little bit.  He has heard enough of the gossip from Sirs Jimin and Taehyung how insatiable the King could be, especially with those he favors.
Today however, no one has entered the Queen’s room at all. Your breakfast lies dormant in the kitchen downstairs, and he predicts, your lunch will be too. Your ladies in waiting are pitter- pattering outside your room, too terrified to enter because apparently no one has seen the King leaving at all. He understands their concerns, he would not want to catch sight of Namjoon’s naked butt either.
“Just stay back a bit,” Yoongi suggests to your jittery ladies. “I will go inside and see what is going on.”
He knocks on the door, waiting for a response. When he gets none, he knocks again, harder. Still, he hears only quiet from your room.  He turns the knob and opens the door slightly, just enough for him to enter, preventing the curious eyes behind him from seeing inside.
Yoongi closes the door. “Your Grace?” He calls out, staying near the door and averting his eyes from the bed. He can smell the sex in the air. Then he hears it - the sounds that he has gotten used to since his teenage years, from the days he spent travelling with the then Crown Prince - Namjoon’s snores.
Yoongi sighs and takes a few steps closer. Namjoon has likely tired you and himself out. The grumbling he is about to let out is stuck on his throat, however, when he finally looks at your bed.
There, in your tight embrace is the missing knight, Jungkook. His youthful face is so at peace as his head lies on your bare chest, and your arms wrapped around him. Then behind you is the King himself, with his own hand draped across your body and onto Jungkook’s as well, almost possessively.
Yoongi stares aghast for a few seconds, processing what he is seeing. A barrage of questions enter his mind, but he quickly gathers himself. Those can wait. He must now immediately ban anyone from entering the room, and… Seokjin. He must find Seokjin.
The Queen indeed has a secret.
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OMG CONGRATS ON 200!! i cant believe i missed your event announcement BDJSBSKSJ
i go by peachii on here and i think i’m gonna switch things up and request hawks and fatgum!
tysm and congrats again girl!! 🍑🧡
thank you peachii!!! 💛✨ ohhhh, i was expecting iida from you so this will be fun! also the second “i” is ✨spicy✨
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Keigo Takami (Hawks):
- Pace: Hawks, Number 2 Hero, Fastest Man Alive. Your boyfriend holds many titles. However, to you he’s just Keigo and you’re the one thing in the world he wants to take slow. He moves slowly and with purpose, savoring every moment with you. They end much too quickly in his opinion.
- Entertainment: Keigo would want you to have as much fun on dates as possible. With his busy and unpredictable schedule, proper dates can be hard to come by. He’d take you to expensive night clubs and fancy restaurants. When he wants time alone with you he likes to fly you above the city lights. If you’re not big on heights he just takes you somewhere quiet where you can look at the stars.
- Affection: Keigo loves holding your hand, periodically squeezing it to remind you he’s there. Whether the two of you are sitting on the couch watching tv or walking through town, Keigo’s fingers are always perfectly intertwined with yours. He’s never had someone who truly cared for him. Now that he has you, he doesn’t want to let go.
- Cuddling: He likes to be the big spoon. The two of you like to lay on the couch and watch movies like that. If it’s cold, Keigo wraps a wing around you as well. When he’s feeling needing he’ll pepper your neck in kisses until you finally turn to face him. Then he assaults your lips head on.
- Hugs: Keigo likes to pick you up when he hugs you. If he’s particularly excited to see you he’ll lift you both off the ground slightly and spin in a tight circle. Other times he’ll wrap both his arms and wings around you so you’re completely encompassed.
- Interests: Keigo tries to get into your interests, even if he doesn’t completely understand them. He’ll watch your favorite show with you and listening intently as you tell him about your skincare routine. He really likes listening to you talk about all your different graphic liners. He’s even had you do his makeup before a few patrols.
- Intimacy: Keigo isn’t much of a romantic, so there’s never a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom. But he’s also not one for a quickie before heading out for a party. Keigo has a lot of stamina and loves overstimulating you before finally chasing his own high.
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Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum):
- Pace: It took Taishiro nearly a month to realize the two of you were dating. He was just surprised that someone as wonderful as you would want to be with him. As soon as he realized you two were a couple he couldn’t stop showing you off. Afterwards, he felt a lot more confident in himself and your relationship.
- Entertainment: Taishiro is really into cooking due to his quirk. He sometimes schedules those couples cooking classes where you drink wine the whole time. When the pair of you find a recipe you really like you make it again at home for a candlelight dinner.
- Affection: Taishiro is always checking in on you to make sure your taking care of yourself. He reminds you to stay hydrated and to eat something. He keeps some of your favorite snacks on him when he knows he’ll see you. It’s his way of showing he cares about you.
- Cuddling: You tend to lay on Taishiro’s chest and stomach, with your legs resting between his. One of his palms rests on the curve of your ass as the other rubs circles on to your back. Occasionally, he glances down to place a kiss to your forehead.
- Hugs: Bear. Hugs. Taishiro swallows you whole in his arms. He squeezes you tightly, but never enough to hurt. He also likes picking you up when he hugs you, so that your face is even with his. He won’t put you down until you place a quick kiss to his lips.
- Interests: Taishiro really loves spending time with you, so he’s big on sharing interests. He’ll try anything you suggest at least once. On occasion he’ll go with you to the salon when you get a pedicure. He really enjoys the massage and quality time with you, but his feet are so ticklish. He squirms as they buff the callouses out, squeezing your hand in an attempt to stay still.
- Intimacy: Taishiro is a body worshiper. He likes when you’re on top so he can look up at you and all your beauty. He whispers honeyed words about you against your skin, tracing your outline with the tips of his fingers.
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a/n: and here it is !!!! THE LAST PART OF WAIBFF IM GONNA GO CRY IN A CORNER NOW IT REALLY DO BE OVER AHHH BUT DONT YALL WORRY I HAVE AN EPILOGUE IN THE WORKS SO ITS NOT OVER OVER JUST YET!!! i also have a new smau idea in the works so be on the look out for that!! 
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ailucitrino · 3 years
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Voltron Fic Recs
(From what I had on my chrome bookmarks)
First of all, most of this is pretty long and not all is complete, and I think all of them are mainly Lance centric. Also, I'm going to put both the summary (and probably some tags, but always check for triggers, squicks and stuff), and something about why I like the fic, my stuff might have spoilers, be warned.
(Once I'm on a computer, I'll add a cut here, in the meantime, sorry for the incredibly long post)
Just a Little Death, by phoenixyfriend
200k, Rated M, allurance and klance (kind of) , Incubus Lance, no smut. (Complete)
AKA: The Incubus AU Where There Isn't Actually Any Smut
In which Lance is half incubus, hiding it, and possibly spending most of his time low-key panicking that someone's going to find out.
At least Hunk is a good bro that's helping him keep his secret.
I should probably start with this one, because if I think about Voltron, this has to be the one I remember the most. Honestly, I really love this one. It follows canon pretty closely at first, with the main difference being that Lance needs blood to survive and then it just turns into a modern fantasy work with magic and deals with the fae in space. Also, there's no actual smut nor romantic relationships, and it deals with a lot of sensitive subjects really well (like the sexualization that Lance has always faced as an incubus, and how the whole supernatural element brings a bunch of new stereotypes and misconceptions, which I think it's great and well explored)
The main warning I'd give is both the fact that it deals with a lot of sexual stuff and that it has no smut whatsoever, so, Lance has sex with a lot of people, including a pretty regular arrangement with both Allura and Keith, but none of this is explicit. I really loved it, but a friend of mine was really frustrated, so you decide.
Familiar by achievingelysium
100k, Rated T, gen, Altean Lance (Complete)
The only one who remembers the fall of Altea, Lance struggles to find a place in a band of misfits he will never fully trust. Secrets aren't the only thing on the rise; on the other side of the battlefield is Zarkon, someone Lance once saw as a brother and now his greatest enemy. But Voltron has always protected the universe, and the Blue Paladin won't stop now.
I remember a moment when you couldn't open ao3 or tumblr without finding an Altean!Lance au. This one has Lance as the original Blue Paladin and how he learns to trust himself and other people again after Zarkon's betrayal, I think it's really great, and while the second part of the series is abandoned with 6 chapters, the first one, that goes through the first season, is complete.
The sunflower you lost by peachii
50k, Rated T, Klance, Lancelot, Matt/Shiro, Altean Lance, angst (incomplete, last updated december 2017)
There was a short pause, and then he took a step closer, cupping Lance’s cheek with his hand in a soft embrace. “Tell me…Is there anything you would not do for your father? For your people?”
Lance swallowed, lost in those bisque orbs. “…Of course not. I am loyal to my blood.”
In which Lance is the original blue paladin, but only remembers in a sunflower field in his dreams.
This one also deals with Lance as the original blue paladin, but unlike Familiar, Lance doesn't really remember much of his life before (until he does). It starts after season 2 (so Shiro is still missing), and it deals with Lance coming to terms with an entire new life, Lotor in general, a lot of self esteem issues, and his crush on Keith (some of those more successfully than others). It has a lot of flashbacks, I personally like how they are written and they add a lot to the story because it merges what Lance is living now and what he lived before, but I know that they're not everyone's cup of tea.
As I put it, there's both Keith/Lance and Lotor/Lance explored in this fic, so if you don't like love triangles this is not the fic for you. (Also, you already read the 'orbs' as a reference for eyes in the summary, so be mindful of that...)
You're not falling - You're just flying down (Till air will leave your lungs then you hit the ground) by Maegalkarven
70k, Rated T, Klance, Matt/Shiro/Allura, mutual pining (Complete)
In which Lance sees strange dreams about people and places he has never seen, Shiro is missing and travelling through universes isn't as enjoyable as sci fi made it look.
Something alike to reincarnation AU where Lance was an altean prince once and now past tentatively reminds him of itself.
So... I'm seeing a pattern here... as you can imagine, this is yet another Lance was the old blue paladin fic, because I'm easily entertained.
This one has a lot more pining and a lot more Klance, also, Lance has a lot of self esteem issues, because I love to see him suffer.
Boom Crash the Sound of My Ship by maychorian
40k, Rated G, Shiro&Lance, whump, sickfic, PTSD (Complete)
After a Galra attack splits Voltron, the blue lion is damaged and falls toward the jungle planet below. Shiro follows, and now he and Lance are stranded in hostile territory, fighting to survive. Lance is injured, Shiro is having flashbacks, and help is far away. And the Galra just...keep coming.
This one, is just beautiful. It's part of a series (the first 8 works are complete, the ninth hasn't been updated since 2018) and it just focuses on the team becoming a family, it has a lot of angst and a lot of hurt/comfort, I cried with this one (tbh I cry really easily, but still). It deals with a lot of the trauma that this kids go through, and has a lot of bonding, this one is mainly Lance and Shiro, but the others have their moments to shine in the rest of the series, and I am weak for good platonic relationships.
This was taking too long, because I wanted to read the fics (or part of them to remember, at least) to give an opinion, and they're all very long fics (I didn't want to rec a 3k abandoned fix from 2016), so I'm going to cut it here. Also I know that three of these have kind of the same idea, because just like the rest of us, Altean Lance was my weakness (or just BAMF Lance in any way), so sorry for the lack of variety, I'll probably do another part later when I read some more, maybe I'll even read some shorter fics, because this ones are all really long...
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lcathia · 3 years
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i never liked the 4th of july. patriotism just seemed so pointless to me as a kid, n now that i see all the injustices our country has let happen it’s hard to be proud of anything
now the 4th of july holds a bit more meaning to me. i neglected to share this last year when it happened in fear of being seen as "attention-seeking" or whatever, i was also in the midst of grieving n didn't really want to talk about it publicly
some of you may have noticed that peachii has not appeared in any pet posts i have made as of late, this is because she passed away on july 4th, 2020. we took her to a clinic the day before bc she was puffed up/looking ill, but she passed in my hands the very next day. i never got to celebrate her first gotcha day, or even her first hatch day, n i never got to see her fly (her wings were clipped, not at my request). i want to say she was about five or six months old when she passed away
yet in her short time on this earth she was the sweetest lovebird anyone could ask for. she loved peepo, n she loved attention. she loved climbing on people's feet n sitting there. she sung, but she was reserved for the most part. she was my little angel n i miss her every day. today i'm taking this day to grieve
rest in peace, peachii. i hope your passage along the rainbow bridge was a smooth one. i hope you finally learned how to fly
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peachiiesims · 2 years
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2022 Pantone Color of the Year: Very Peri Look #2
hair - headband - eyeshadow - eyeliner - earrings - lipstick - choker - top - pants - nails - shoes
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💜 Very Peri Looks:  Look #1 - Look #2 -  Look #3 - Look #4
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Hey! Can I have a matchup please? I’m 19 y/o, pansexual, INTP and a Slytherin! I have blonde hair + green eyes. I have a reputation for being cold + distant, and it takes a while for me to really get close to someone. I’m studying law at uni right now; I’m a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to organising my work + get pretty stressed out when things don’t go my way. I’m secretly obsessed with soft toys, but I’m so embarrassed I never tell anyone. I enjoy reading, ballet + playing piano!
Mod Peachii: Tmw you accidentally do the wrong fandom my bad!
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Quite honestly I think Light would like you. He himself is a perfectionist and is all about keeping things in order. He’d be beyond pleased with you studying law and would highly encourage it ( even though he’s Kira ). There would be plenty of study dates, except they wouldn’t be romantic they would be completely serious. He’d make sure you were focused and constantly on top of your work. He’d be an expert at figuring out when you’re stressed and when he does he always knows how to relax you, he’d brew you up some tea or whatever your favorite drink is and force you to take a break. Surprisingly this man is a master at self care but then again it’s only natural for him to want to take care of what’s his ( he sees you as more of a trophy wife material tbh ) Like he really wants to look like the perfect couple, that’s the main goal here. Just like you he’d never tell anyone but he finds your obsession with soft toys to be adorable, he’d even surprise you with them in private. He’d love to read any book that you recommend especially if it was works of nonfiction, of course he’d recommend his own to you as well. He’d enjoy watching you practice ballet as much as he enjoys hearing you play the piano. You guys are literally the sophisticated couple that would most likely go to art galleries or banquets together
Others I’d ship you with: L and Near
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peachiimilquetea · 3 years
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OMG SO IM GONNA RANT ABOUT MY SIMS BC I LOVW THEM AND I JUST STARTED A NEW LEGACY CHALLENGE SO SKIP THIS IF YOU DONT CARE BC IDC THAT YOU DONT CARE SKDBSKSN
ok so as the chronic escapist that i am, my founder is based on me and literally has my name so for safety purposes we’re gonna call her T.
so T is a recent college grad who has just learned that she has a super rich and super old distant relative and that they left her a 50x50 plot of land somewhere in the middle of Willow Creek so ofc she moves bc DUH ITS FREE LAND
but then she gets there and realizes that the previous house was already bulldozed and that it’s JUST land so she’s like omg what am i gonna do and builds a tiny little makeshift structure to live her life. she’s so broke she literally becomes friends with the uber eats takeout delivery girl 😭 (they’re a actually gonna be besties)
so in order to survive she plants a little garden for side revenue and gets a job as a writer, following her aspirations (and bc art supplies are too expensive for her to get rn)
in comes Ace, her former college roommates’ friend. she knows him a little bit but she doesn’t know him well enough to consider him a friend. BUT they follow eachother on social media and after seeing her post about moving, he reaches out bc they now live in the same area.
so they become really close, catching up about college and where life has taken them and then after a few weeks they end up hooking up 😭 but they still refuse to put a label on it bc duh we need drama.
finally she asks him on a date (after missing his text asking her on a date) and then they… havesexintherestaurantbathroom BUT WE SPEED PAST THAT PART BC I DIDNT MAKE THEM DO THAT SKDBDKDDN
after the date they’re STILL dancing around eachother but T finally asks Ace to make it official and now they’re dating but they need to speed the process up bc we need to start having kids for the first generation 😭
i usually never story build like this in the sims but i’m actually in love with these characters and i wanna keep playing the household to see how everything goes. imma be so sad when they eventually die and their kids take over :/
anyways, if anyone cared to read this and liked it let me know! i might give updates on their lives and show pictures BSNSBSJ
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bandleciity · 4 years
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i ended up making a playlist for my girl !! give it a look if you want some new songs to listen to !!
img credit. @/glacierclear 
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ranpd · 2 years
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Look ik u aren’t into love live (but u like all my love live rbs sooo /LH)
sends u a ganbaruby ily and always so ur best!! <33
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CRYING SHES SO CUTE…….ILYT PEACHII-MARU <333333 /p
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* Writing down everything Nagisa wants before looking up and blinking * ah no I’m not going anywhere I’m just getting in the Christmas spirit! What are your plans for Christmas? Is the swim team going to do anything? - Peachii
Nagisa: Not that I'm aware of. Maybe the SC will throw a Party. I don't know.
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Nagisa: Maybe you can help me throw one! Will you? It will be a total surprise for them. *smiles brightly*
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