#nick jonas x black reader

[96crewlove]

- give love a try, again.

nick lucas x black!fem!reader, from JONAS season 1, episode 1, fluff, 2.2k words.

you walk up to the trio’s table holding in a snort at their absolutely ridiculous disguises. you don’t tell them as much, but you give them a bit of a wry smile anyway, figuring that they wanted to be kept on the down low.

“hey, my name is y/n and i’ll be your server for the evening. is there anything i can get you to drink or get you guys started with?” you pull out a pen and notepad.

“sprite. extra fizzy.” kevin says.

joe, with his lopsided monocle, sticks out his index in your direction as if you looked familiar to him. “hey, i’ve seen you before. you go to mantis too, right?”

you nod, a little suprised that the rockstar recognized you. you weren’t a big deal at school unlike them. everyone at mantis academy knew of the lucas brothers and heard at least one of their songs. it just came with the territory.

“righteousness,” joe said casually before ordering in a british accent, “i’ll have a sprite then, good miss.”

lastly, you turn to nick, who unsuprisingly had the most normal disguise on. people did refer to him as the serious one, after all.

even though you couldn’t see his eyes since he had shades on, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you. his head was facing the direction of the stage and his lips were scrunched tight. he seemed to be looking or waiting for something. he only snaps back to reality after joe gives him a harder-than-necessary nudge on the elbow.

nick turns his head in your direction, and you get a little nervous with his attention on you.

“uh, some nachos and a water would be great. thanks.” nick says distractedly before turning his head towards the stage again. huh. weird.

you ask the trio if they’d like anything else, and after getting two “no”’s from the brothers that were paying attention, you put away your pen and notepad and make your way to the kitchen to prepare the order.

your best friend nearly knocks you into a wall as soon as you enter. “well? is joe cuter up-close than he is far away in the hallway? are kevin’s eyes as kind as the magazines say they are? oou, oou, is nick’s curl pattern natural or does he put product to make it look that bouncy?!” they say all in one breath.

you hold up your hand to stop them. “hold in your excitement. they came in with disguises.” you walk further into the kitchen before dryly adding, “and joe’s wearing a monocle.”

your best friend sighs dreamily. “so creative. sounds just like ‘im!”

you inwardly groan at your best friend’s foolishness, rolling your eyes.

“ay, don’t act like you’re immune, girl. did nick notice you or what?” they ask, nudging you with a gremlin smile on their face because they know that you…might have…the slightest…biggest crush on him.

you wanted to throw a bag of tortilla chips at your best friend’s head. instead, you bump your hips with theirs before getting started on the order. “get back to work, slacker. i ain’t playin’ with you.” you warn halfheartedly, earning a snicker in response.

a few minutes later you walk back to the rockstar trio’s table with a tray in hand. you hand them what they ordered before standing up straight again with a slight smile. “y’all set?” you ask.

“yes, thank y-” joe starts to say before nick interjects, looking up at you suddenly, “hey, um, when’s tonight’s performance gonna start?”

you immediately put two and two together. oh. nick’s interested in the girl performing tonight. you heard around school (stella, mostly) that the unsmiling nick lucas was seen smiling around school with a girl. you figured it was an exaggeration at the time, so you didn’t react much.

now that you were thinking about it, you’re pretty sure that girl performing tonight goes to mantis too, name’s jenny or penny or something like that.

“i’m not in charge of performances,” you reply honestly, “but it should start within the hour or so.”

kevin takes a nacho and dips it in cheese before bringing it to his mouth. “nick, man, quit buggin’ out. your girlfriend will appear soon enough.”

nick shoots kevin a glare, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

you take that as your cue to go. “well if you guys need anything, just flag me over. i’ll be around.” you say before walking back to the kitchen.

you’re just out of range when joe leans in to tell nick, “that waitress girl is cute.”

kevin nods, shoving two nachos in his mouth. “real cute.” he agrees.

nick shakes his head, his eyes still focused on the stage. “you guys are insufferable.”

“aha! joke’s on you, i don’t even know what that word means!” kevin says a bit too proudly.

soon enough, penny gets on stage. you finish taking down another table’s order before walking back the kitchen. you give the chef the order then go over to stand next to your best friend who is watching the performance at the food window.

“i’d like to start off this set with my newest song. it’s called ‘give love a try.’ hope you like it.” everybody who’s seated claps, you and your best friend do too.

penny begins, and the song isn’t bad at all. it’s great actually, you find yourself nodding along to the melody. whether it was intentional or not, your eyes trail over to nick. you could only see the back of his head at this angle, but you could tell that all of his attention was on stage. you sigh to yourself, feeling a little let down.

once the song is over, the crowd is loud with cheers and applause. your ears nearly pop as you bring out food to a table, wincing as you handed out burgers and fries.

“oh, sorry. i completely forgot. um, that song was dedicated to the coolest, sweetest, grooviest guy on the planet; a guy whose heart is filled with music…” penny starts, and you try your best not to roll your eyes at her words as you ask the table in front of you if they needed anything else.

“...my soulmate, jimmy.”

you stop in your tracks on the way back to the kitchen. turning around, you see a guy standing up from the audience and waving at the crowd. a guy that does not look like nick.

you turn your head towards the table where the lucas brothers sit and the three of them look shocked, nick’s face looking the least dramatic, but also the most affected.

nick is the first one to get up from his chair before penny can perform her next set. he brushes right past you as you stand frozen for some seconds, but soon you’re hurrying after him without a second thought.

it’s very cold outside and you left your hoodie in the locker room in the back, but you could care less about either as you call out, “hey!”

nick stops and turns around to face you, his eyes go wide for a second before he’s trying to avoid you. “look, i’m sorry, but i’m not in the mood for any pictures or anything.” he mumbles, mistaking your intentions. you shake your head. “no, i’m not tryna talk to you for pictures. i saw…what happened inside.” you say slowly.

nick huffs, “oh, that’s just great.” he says sarcastically.

you shake your head again. “no, it’s not.” you try to amend. “i could tell that you liked her, and for that to happen, i’d be embarrassed too.”

nick looks away from you to stare at the ground. "that's not even the most embarrassing part." he says under his breath.

"what?" you ask.

nick lets out a shaky laugh, feeling a little bitter and a lot sad. "that song she sang on stage - i wrote it." he confessed.

your eyes widen a bit in realization. he wrote it for her.

everything was starting to make a lot more sense now. the song was beautiful, both in lyrics and composition. of course nick wrote the song. he was talented, a musical prodigy; you also heard that nick wrote a lot of the songs for his band, including the hits.

you felt that nick deserved to be reminded of this, but you honestly didn't want to sound like a desperate fangirl (which you were not, you are just an appreciator of good music and people who make good music, thank you very much).

you decide to keep it simple and sweet.

“look, don’t let this get you so down; you’re awesome.” you don’t know where you’ve gotten all this courage from, but you run with it while you still have it. you take nick’s hand and squeeze it with the intention to comfort.

nick looks at your joined hands and stares for a while. fleetingly, he thinks it makes a pretty sight: your contrasting skin intertwined under the streetlights in the cold. he squeezes your hand back.

“woah, wow! that was a fast recuperating period!”

nick jolts, moving his hand away from yours as he stared at his approaching brothers. you turn.

“why is your butt stuck to the chair?” nick grunts out at joe while you laugh.

“wardrobe mishap.” joe responds before nudging kevin with the chair. “it’s your turn to pay for food.” he aggressively reminds, tilting his head towards at you.

kevin fishes out his wallet and gives you more than what the order actually costed. you try to give the extra money back to him, “please, it’s too much.” you say.

“take it.” you turn your head to nick, confused. nick shrugs, looking a bit shy as he looked away again. “see it as a ‘thank you’ for earlier.”

kevin leans in towards joe, “if that’s his ‘thank you,’ why am i the one paying?” he complains before joe shushes him up.

the smile on your face is a little sad as you say, “i don’t need money as a ‘thank you.’ the words themself will suffice.” you insist before handing kevin back the extra $20.

“we’ll be in the car, bro.” kevin says to nick before he and joe leave.

then it’s just you two again.

“thank you.” nick says, looking back up at you again. your smile gets a bit bigger. “you’re welcome.”

the two of you stare at each other for a moment before nick seems to remember something. “oh, uh, you should go back inside. it’s really cold, uh…h-here!” nick starts shoving off his expensive-looking jacket to give to you but you stop all that as fast as you can.

“don’t, please! i have a hoodie inside, i’ll be fine.” you say, laughing.

nick gives you a wary look. “you sure?”

“positive.” you respond.

you walk backwards towards the restaurant, offering another awkward smile. “um, well, see you?”

nick nods. “yeah, definitely. a-at school?”

“yep! at school.” you confirm.

you and nick wave each other goodbye, and you end the awkward but heartwarming moment by going back inside. you go through the rest of your shift with a giddy smile on your face.

nick finds you in the hallways during study period on monday. his hair is kind of all over the place and he’s sweating a little, but he looks relieved to see you. the little fangirl in you lets out a squeal.

“hey! oh, um, sorry that was loud, uh, hey.”

you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. “hey.” you say back.

nick blushes a little, looking away. “that was embarrassing.” he mumbles.

you shake your head. “no, it was cute. you’re cute.” you blurt out, and nick’s eyes are wide when he looks back at you again.

“you’re cute too.” nick hurries to say, nodding. “no, actually, you’re more than cute, you’re-you’re beautiful. i mean, look at you, y/n, you’re beautiful.” nick stammers, admiring you from head to toe in his serious, awkward way.

although you can’t really blush, you feel your cheeks get hot at nick’s words. “thank you.” you say softly.

nick nods, “no problem.”

the two of you stand there in silence a bit, just staring at each other, wondering what to say next.

you find the words first, “so, how’s the situation with penny?” you ask, both out of curiosity and a little insecurity. you were not going tolerate being a second choice or a rebound or something stupid like that. you were raised to know better.

the expression on nick’s face gets a little more serious now. he shakes his head. “i’m over it.”

you give him a wary look. “you sure?”

nick takes a small step closer to you and yeah. your heart beats like crazy as nick looks into your eyes and takes your hand in his. “i fall fast. after you left, i…couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart nearly beats out your chest. for real?

“for real?” you ask aloud.

nick lets out a gentle huff of laughter, looking absolutely handsome and warm and not the ice prince the magazines make him out to be.

“for real.”

it’s a couple of weeks later when nick asks you to be his girlfriend. you were in the middle of whooping his ass at table hockey when he caught you off guard with the question. the timer buzzes out and you beat him 6-3, but you were too preoccupied jumping into his arms and kissing him to care.

#nick jonas #nick lucas #jonas #jonas la #nick jonas x black reader #black reader #black!fem!reader #black!reader #woc #poc representation #poc #black woman #writers #black writers #interracial #nick jonas imagine #yes i know nobody's gonna read this shit

[ferrstappen]

Everybody wants a taste l LN4

a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.

i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.

pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3

summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.

No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.

But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.

Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.

He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.

And of course Lando didn't help himself.

user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris

user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen

user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing

And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.

Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.

Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.

"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.

"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.

Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.

So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.

But then, they get to the red carpet.

It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.

This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.

Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.

when are you getting replaced by tom holland??

now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao

lando control ur woman!!!

lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre

lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you

And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.

and you know your boyfriend too well.

"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.

Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"

But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"

"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.

"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"

Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.

You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.

"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.

"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing

Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.

"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.

"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.

"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"

You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.

"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."

Of course he needed to get the last words.

#lando norris au #lando norris x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris angst #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic #lando norris x oc

[imaginesandsmut]

Jealous - Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem reader

Summary: After a movie night at your place, Kate gets jealous of how friendly and close one of your friends’ is to you. She gets jealous and decides to show you that you belong to her

Warnings: straight up porn with a sprinkle of a plot

Writers note: This was a request and I love lesbian recs so keep them coming. I will do a part 2 to So Good (my Ethan Landry fic) so dw, it's coming. Thank you ya'll xx

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I turn my cheer music up

And I'm puffing my chest

I'm getting red in the face

You can call me obsessed

It's not your fault that they hover

I mean no disrespect

It's my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

Jealous - Nick Jonas

~

Kate hated you sometimes.

You were so happy and light, everyone wanted to be around you. Kate couldn’t blame them, her girl was the kindest social butterfly anyone has ever seen.

But that means Kate had competition to fight off.

She has been watching you talk to your university friend, Ben, for almost an hour now. It was movie night at your place: You, Kate, Ben and three of your other friends had watched the whole Twilight series. 

It was now 11pm and and everyone had gone home, but Ben decided to have another conversation with you at the front door. Kate had been watching you both from the couch, waiting for you to say goodbye and slam the door on his face, but you kept laughing.

Kate felt anger bubble in her chest, there was a part of her that wanted to slam Ben’s head into the doorframe if he didn’t leave in the next five minutes.

“No but seriously!” You laughed, leaning against the open door that you had opened for Ben almost thirty minutes ago. “I swear that professor is out to get me.”

“I’m sure he isn’t.” Ben chucked, his eyes hopeful.

But he could feel Kate's presence, her narrow eyes trained on him as her arms were crossed over her heavy breathing chest. Ben’s eyes darted to where Kate sat then back to you, his nerves growing by the second.

“You’re too nice,” You were ever the oblivious. “but he most definitely is.”

“No one can hate you.”

That made something snap in Kate, it was as if Ben said the worst words possible in that situation. 

Who even was he? Why did he have that look in his eyes? Did you want him to look at you this way? 

Kate's mind was racing as she pushed herself off from the couch and walked to the front door, standing behind you, her body pressing into your back.

“Thank you so much, Ben.” Kate forced a smile onto her face, it came out menacing and Ben felt small. “We hope you have a good night.”

“Oh.” Ben’s eyes were filled with fear and remorse, he looked at you for some sort of rebuttal.

You side-eyed Kate, confused at her hostility towards your friend but you didn’t want to fight it. You knew Kate, you knew that the black haired girl would only make things worse if you didn’t console her.

“See ya, Ben.” You smiled and let the boy walk out the door, waving happily. “Have a safe drive home.”

Ben smiled meekly. The image of you waving warmly and with a beaming smile on your face, and then Kate's taller figure looming over your shoulder, a dark look on her face as the boy walked to his car scared him.

You closed the door and turned to Kate quickly, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking your head to the side.

“Okay, what was that?”

"What?” Kate said as sarcastically as she could. “Did I interrupt something?”

Kate walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. You followed her, trailing after the hostile girl. 

“Are you ok? What happened?” You asked, your voice full of concern. 

"What do you mean? Nothing happened. You can leave and get back to talking with your best friend Ben if you want" Kate spat over her shoulder, her body facing the sink and away from you.

You pulled a sour face at her comment, "What's that supposed to mean?"

“Seemed like you were having a good time with him, sorry I ruined it.” Kate turned round to face you, the kitchen sink pressed against her back.

"Excuse me? Why are you angry at me for talking to my friend in my own house?” You huffed back.

"I’m not angry."

"Then why are you upset?"

"I'm not upset!" Kate shouted. She had never shouted at you like this before; she has ignored or rebuffed you if she's angry, but never yelled.

You watched her, the way Kate's chest rose and fell quickly, the red hue across her cheeks, and the way that she avoided all eye contact. 

"You’re not jealous are you?" You hid your smile.

Kate looked up at you, she pulled a questioning face, almost as if she was offended by what you said.

"No, I'm not jealous” Her eyes were sharp and steady, you tried to stay strong under the gaze.  

"You’re jealous, why?" You said bluntly, forcing an answer out of her.

“Fucking hell,” Kate was getting nervous under the pressure, “just drop it, okay?”

“No, I don’t wanna drop it.”

“Seriously, Y/N.” The archer threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Leave it.”

“I’m not doing that.” Your foot tapped on the tiles in your kitchen, irritating Kate even more. “Just tell me what’s going on.” 

Kate sighed, moving to stand closer to her. She dropped her arms from being across her chest to staying by her side, opening up her posture.

“I’m not stupid Y/N, and neither is he." Kate let out, letting go of the breath in her chest. "He likes you and obviously thinks you like him too. And maybe you do.”

“Ben doesn’t like me.” You looked at Kate with full sincerity, like you genuinely believed your words.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Kate could almost laugh at how blind you were.

You didn’t know what Kate was talking about, your friendship with Ben is nothing more than that, a friendship. Kate's annoyance at it, after only witnessing it for one night, was annoying too. You just wanted her to get along with your friends, but now she was picking fights. 

“I just,” Kate brought her hands up to rub her face, “I don't like the way he looks at you. He’s got this look in his eye, and it pisses me off.”

“Why?”

“Cause I don’t want anyone looking at you like that.”

“Like what?” You had a feeling that you knew already, but you wanted to hear it come from Kate. 

“The way that I look at you.” Kate said it through gritted teeth, as if it pained her to be vulnerable. “Like he wants you in the same way I want you.”

It was music to your ears, the exact words you wanted to hear. Seeing the archer stand in front of you with a desperate look in her eyes, it did something to you.

You stepped forward and put Kate's hands on your hips, putting your own hands on her shoulders. 

“And how do you want me?” 

You inwardly cringed at your choice in words but Kate seemed to like it, her eyes going dark and mouth falling open as she dumbly took in the change in atmosphere. The girl slowly nodded her head before attaching her lips to your neck, her hands tightening around your waist.

Kate's breath got heavier the longer she sucked and bit your neck, you threaded your fingers into Kate's dark locks and tugged. 

“I want you on the couch.” 

You could have came at Kate's voice, how low and raspy it was. Her strong hands began pushing you towards the couch, her lips ghosting over yours but not letting you close the gap, pulling back and chuckling every time you tried to lean up and press your lips together. 

Your legs hit the back of the couch and you fell onto the soft fabric, a sound of surprise leaving your mouth. You took a moment to see Kate's body standing over you, how weak you looked and felt in comparison to the superhero in front of you. 

Kate reached out and held your jaw, forcing you to look up at her face. 

“So pretty.” 

You groaned softly at the compliment, your eyebrows drawing together as the sudden urge to have Kate's body on yours took over you. Although Kate had every physical advantage over you, being so strong and lean, she was always gentle and careful with how she held you.

“My pretty girl,” Kate laughed softly at your face before kneeling in front of you, “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

Kate's calloused hands dragged up and down your bare thighs, stopping when she reached the hem of your shorts and then dragging back down again.

“Are you going to do somethin-“

Kate cuts you off, closing the distance between your lips. You kissed her back, loving the way she melts and goes slack against you. Kate's lips are soft and sweet, tasting just like the sweets you both had eaten during the night. She breaks away and goes to kissing your neck and further down. 

You started bucking your hips when Kate kissed the top of your thighs, begging for more contact. Kate's fingers curled around the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down along with your underwear.

“Kate.” You moaned it out into the silent air around you, your head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.

“Mhm?” Kate touched her lips lightly to your inner thigh, nipping the skin then pressing soft kisses over the hurt skin.

Your hands covered your face, trying to calm your erratic breathing as your lust was taking over your body.

“You're so wet," Kate whispers with a shiver, her brain fogging with thick desire. "You look amazing, bet you taste even better."

She presses another kiss on your thigh, higher now, her face now buried between your legs. Kate clasps her arms around your legs, pulling them to rest on her shoulders. Her hands feel their way up underneath your shirt, groping your boobs and pinching your nipples. Kate's mouth devours your pussy, sucking and licking with a newfound fever. 

Your fingers clench around Kate's dark hair, pulling it tightly, and Kate groans. 

Fuck, how can giving someone else pleasure make her feel so good.

Kate uses a free hand to grab a pillow from the couch and places it between her legs, grinding down on the plush as she wraps her lips around your clit. The feeling of her own pussy grinding on the pillow whilst she ate you out made her moan uncontrollably, the vibrations almost sending you over the edge. 

You moaned and began grinding yourself onto Kate's face, pulling on the black strands of hair to try and drag Kate's face closer to you.

"I like that," Kate says in a ragged breath. "Do it again. Harder.”

You looked down and cocked your eyebrow, lips parted to try and get as much air into your lungs, but you don't move. So Kate digs her fingers deeper into your thighs, face lifted towards you, lips parted and covered in your slick.

"Do it again," she whispers. "Please."

The plea is soft and quiet, it makes Kate feel ridiculous, it makes her feel desperate. You stopped breathing for a brief moment. Watching Kate be so sweet, a stark contrast between this Kate and the girl that hated was just yelling and being rude almost gave you whiplash.

“Apologise.”

You had never been one to be dominant or demanding, but the look of Kate begging in between your legs drew something out of you. Even Kate looked confused, her eyebrows knitting together. She was normally the one to demand things from you.

“Apologise for being mean to me.” Your eyes were dark, a sight Kate had never seen before but needed more of. “Beg for my forgiveness.”

Kate didn’t do anything at first, although she desperately wanted to continue her actions on you and for you to keep pulling her hair, she couldn’t give into you so easily.

But god she wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” the words were soft and sultry, “I’m sorry, baby. Please. Please keep pulling my hair. I’m so sorry for being mean.” 

As Kate whispered the words, her hands kept rubbing your thighs, her lips ghosting over the skin as she spoke the slutty words. 

It was enough for you, you smiled and almost felt bad for how needy Kate looked. Your fingers grasp a fistful of Kate's hair and you tugged it, drawing Kate's head backward. The archer couldn't help the long, deep moan she lets out.

"Fuck.” Kate pants, because it's all too hot and she feels like she's suffocating, but still she needed more.

Kate's slim fingers stroke your clit, pushing two fingers inside you and making you cry out.

"I want to be yours.” She whispers, thrusting her fingers in and out. You whimpered as Kate scissored them inside you, back arching off the couch

“You are mine.” You gasped as Kate added another finger, speeding up her thrusting. Her digits brush up against that one spot inside you and you arch your back, crying out loudly as the band inside you snapped. You moan through your orgasm, tears slipping from your eyes.

"So messy for me.” Kate moans, bringing her fingers into her mouth and sucking your juices off them.

Kate stands up and pushes you to rest on the couch, coming to hover over your body. Your chests connect and Kate's fingers go back to your clit, circling and trying to draw out another orgasm from you.

You whimper at the overstimulation, but still you draw Kate in and kiss her, mouths open and sloppy against each other. 

'Fuck, you're so hot.” Kate pants, roughly pushing two fingers inside her own pants and into her dripping cunt, thrusting them furiously above you. 

She moans your name breathily, a thumb pressing onto her clit as she desperately tries to make herself come. Her knees are shaking as she quickens her fingers on your clit and her other hand thrusting into her own needy pussy. She was so close, so close that it hurt.

“Let me.” You sigh, quickly replacing Kate's fingers with your own. You work on her, touching all the right spots and making her come almost instantaneously. 

Kate's now free hand goes to rest on the arm of the couch above your head, her other hand pressed harder and faster on your clit. You both worked in a lust filled fever to get each other off. 

You smiled at how needy Kate was, eyes squeezed shut as she rocked herself on your hand. She was so sensitive, it was too easy. The feeling of your fingers in her was what she had been craving the whole night, and as soon as her slim fingers entered her, Kate had moaned loudly. So loud that your were afraid your neighbours could hear you both through the house walls.

You came just after Kate, your own orgasm drawing another moan from your throat. The shaking feeling of coming down from your second high made you instantly tired. Kate collapses forward, her orgasm overwhelming her.

Kate rests her head on your chest, looking up at you with every ounce of love in her body. All she wanted to do was make you feel good, to try and prove to you why you should choose her, be hers and hers only. It was selfish, her reasons, but seeing the look on your face, she didn’t care.

“You're mine - mine only.” Kate said it softly, almost like she didn’t want you to even hear her.

You were so blissed out, too dumb to say anything. Instead you just nodded your head and kissed Kate's head, your hand going up to cup the archer's face and stroking her cheek with your thumb.

"Okay, jealous girl."

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[eddiesxangel]

Hi there! I’m TJ, she/her, I’m 28 years old, Gemini Sun, Pieces Moon, Capricorn Rising. This is an 18+ blog, if you are a minor please do not interact. Welcome to my little corner of delulu. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

** = smut

Take Me to the Lakes camp!counsellor Eddie x camp!counsellor reader series (ongoing)

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Lay All Your Love On Me **Rockstar!Eddie x Nepo Baby oneshot for #munnysummergame

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Baby, Im Yours** jealous!eddie x reader

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[xcaptainhannax]

Until I Found You (Jacob Black x Reader)

Plot: "I think dying by your side, when we've lived a long, happy life, would be the best way to go."

Warnings: none

A/N: omg it’s me again!! this time with Jacob bc he was my first love aside from nick jonas, love him so much it hurts, I found the propmt here but couldn’t remember who the author was, i will try to find it 

Jacob couldn’t begin to count the amount of hours he spent thinking about his future, before meeting and imprinting on you the thoughts were always uncertain, he didn’t really know what to make of his life; he could obviously stay at the reservation and continue with his pack duties but that seem dull, especially when slowly but surely everyone on the pack met their mates and were able to see life from another perspective.

But then you came along, and his entire world shifted, literally and metaphorically, he knew that know what was holding him down to this earth was your presence and at first, he thought he would hate the feeling of being attached to something that he couldn’t decide but oh boy was he wrong. He knew he wanted everything with you, as sappy as it sounded, he knew he wanted to give everything to you, shower you with love and affection and suddenly his thoughts about the future brightened. 

He now was able to picture a small house somewhere alongside the reservation, he remembered how you mentioned that it was one of your dreams to have a little cottage like home and be able to decorate it and renovate it with him and he knew that he would do anything to be able to provide that for you; he also pictured kids running around the house, well maybe kids sounded like a lot but he could see a baby that looked like the perfect combination of both of you and he smiled just thinking of that.

He also thought about how aging started to sound less and less scary as he the days with you went by, sometimes he imagined what it would be like if one day he stopped shifting, he wanted to grow old with you and see your little family grow as well. His smile deepened just thinking of your future with him.

“What are you smiling at, babe?” he heard your voice, and he looked down at you wrapped in his arms, the sounds of the beach fading slowly on the background and at that moment he swore that he could die at that moment, and he will be ok with that.

“Just thinking a little” he pressed you closer to him, you shifted a little on his arms so you could look at him better "I think dying by your side, when we've lived a long, happy life, would be the best way to go."

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[folkloresthings]

Hi 👋 Congratulations on your 1k and you deserve more! Can I request a jealous! Mick Schumacher?

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE — send a muse + a song and i’ll write a little drabble for it.

❛ jealous ❜ - nick jonas

Reader can be just a non-celebrity person but because they're gorgeous, they just have a lot of admirers from left to right. Y/n could be friends with other drivers (please make it Lewis or the Ferrari boys because it's going to be fun) and y/n could be really close to her guy friends that it starts to drive Mick over the edge. PS: I saw the love triangle (LH44 + MSC47) x y/n shot of yours so it kind of inspired this one. Please give this a shot if you can, you're a brilliant writer!

you can all pretend this is canon instead of today’s events

JEALOUS. ❨ mick schumacher x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: sexual tension, allusions to sex

mick trusted you, wholeheartedly. and you, him. your relationship was pure and good, there was no room for any kind of doubt that you were faithful to each other. mick knew you would never cheat on him — that wasn’t the kind of person you were. you’d be wronged like that in the past and would never put another through such hurt.

but you were close with some of the other drivers. lewis, carlos, charles… they were some of your closest friends. if mick was busy at the paddock, he knew where to find you after. and while he trusted you, and the boys, it didn’t mean he liked seeing your attention on another man.

“carlos!” mick heard you exclaim at the next table. you’d all gone out for drinks, booking out a section in a very nice bar. you looked like heaven, dressed in a little black number and practically glowing in the light of the bar. but you were looking like that next to carlos, your arm rested on his forearm.

it was friendly, mick knew that. he knew that your friendliness was often mistaken for flirtation. he knew you wanted to make everyone around you feel included. it was why you were adored by so many. but, for some reason, he was seething with jealousy.

you lean over, having to press yourself to carlos’ ear in order for him to hear you. charles has joined in, making you laugh even harder than you had before. mick swallows a gulp of his beer, knuckles turning white around the bottle’s neck.

“you’re shaking,” sebastian comments, smirking shamelessly. mick glares at him, pressing the beer into his hand and pacing over to you. you’re halfway through some anecdote when he laces his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side.

“mick! hi, babe,” you light up when you notice he’s there, turning and pressing a fond kiss to his cheek. he relaxes instantly, suddenly feeling quite stupid at his previously seeing—green. you always responded with love and affection, looking up at him like he was the only one that mattered. “carlos was just telling us about his vacation.”

mick nods, shooting the two ferrari boys a stiff smile. his hand tightens at your waist when charles starts speaking again, leaning into you. you notice, feeling the pressure at your waist, and glance up to your boyfriend with slight confusion.

his jaw is tense, eyes set on the monegasque who’s too drunk to notice you’ve lost interest in the conversation. he’s… jealous. and if makes you more excited than you’d like to admit. deciding you could play on this a little, you turn back to charles and giggle. you slap his chest playfully, twirling your hair and doing anything in your power to make mick’s grip tighter and tighter.

“mate, i’m sorry, but y/n’s not feeling great. we have to go,” mick suddenly cuts the other off, pulling you away from the pair before anyone can protest.

“mick—” you laugh, far too amused at his rage. your laughter dies down quickly when he tugs you into a dark corner of the bar, pressing you up against the wall.

“you think that was funny, hm?” he whispers, hand still glued to your waist. his usually bright blue eyes are dark and stern, your stomach twisting in the best way.

“wasn’t it?” you murmur, doe eyes feigning innocence. you gasp quietly as he presses into you more, lips lingering over your own.

“you’re mine. not carlos’, or charles’. mine,” mick’s teeth graze across your ear, sending shivers through you. “no one else gets to touch you like this. do you understand?”

“yes,” you answer a little too quickly, breathless. “please mick.”

“please, what? use your words, leibling.” mick smirks, knowing he’s back in control now.

“please, take me home.”

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[momobani]

Groundhog Day

THE WAY I hate YOU - chapter 5 - 10.9k

&team Nicholas x fem!reader - arranged marriage AU

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sum: the one where even coffee can’t save you. 

Warnings: swearing, sarcasm, a smidge of angst, mention of hospitals, implication of dysfunctional families, mention of wanting/not wanting kids, mention of food and alcohol, very suggestive stuff (smut separate chapter), mention of sex 

Soundtrack rec: Close - Nick Jonas, Tove Lo

Taglist: @nichoswag @seokka0o @sseastar-main @hyuckslvr @ssshasssh @wtfisgoingright 

A/N: please excuse the months of radio silence, sorry this took an age but i had to let this one cook properly, also life won’t leave me alone lol, it’s been hard lately, but hopefully this will get back on track at least a little <3

okayyy so there’s a bit of a formatting situation that needs explaining: basically the smut will be in a separate post linked within the chapter so that minors can just not interact with it and also the chapter doesn’t become 30k or some shit

You should have expected it really, at this point. 

You should have known you would be running late. Well, not you specifically, but your husband. 

“I told you to be ready by 2pm so we could leave.” you remind him as he runs around frantically, shirt still unbuttoned while he does his belt, toothbrush in mouth as he searches for a tie. 

You lean on the doorway and roll your eyes when he waves a hand dismissively in your direction. 

You decide you need to intervene.

“Go back to the bathroom, I’ll get you a tie.” you usher him away from his closet. He hums something that sounds like a protest but obliges and disappears.

You puff out your cheeks in thought, scanning the options Nicholas had laid out in the drawer of his closet. 

If you were your fashion diva husband, what would you do? 

He was wearing a light blue button up and black slacks, which were very simple, so the tie should bring something to the outfit. Your hand hovers over a silver tie with a tiny squares but settles over a dark blue paisley one instead. 

It would look better with his suit jacket, you think as you pluck your selection from its little cubby hole. 

You find Nicholas in the bathroom, toothbrush put back neatly in the little boba cup you used for both yours and his. He’s buttoned up the bottom three buttons but started focusing on his hair as if he just couldn’t settle on one thing to fix at a time. 

“Step back.” you say, squeezing in between the sink and Nicholas so he can keep doing his hair while you work on his shirt. He glances at you as if questioning if you really wanted to do this but you ignore him. 

You finish his buttons first, fingers nimbly popping the buttons through the holes while still holding the tie in one hand. Next, you reach up and pop Nicholas’ collar, threading the tie around his neck and bringing one end down the opposite side. 

Your hands move without effort, looping the tie into a knot and tugging it tighter so it goes into place. You notice Nicholas hasn’t put on cologne yet because he smells neutrally clean like the soap in your shower. You also notice that he’s finished doing his hair and is just looking at you as you work his tie. You stare determinedly at the tie and not up at him but you feel his eyes burning a hole through you. 

Nosy, you think. 

You leave the last bit for him to adjust and step away. 

“Thanks.” he says, tightening it accordingly. “How do you know how to tie a tie?” he asks, genuinely curious. 

You were about to walk out of the bathroom after inspecting your lipstick in the mirror but his question catches your attention. You look at him for a moment.

“Who do you think did Maki’s until he learned to do it himself?” you say before walking out. 

The thought sends you back suddenly. You remembered when you were a teenager and Maki was starting middle school, he had a uniform with a tie. Instead of going to your parents or the nanny that would sometimes take you to and from school, your tiny bean of a brother came to you, holding out his tie with a pout.

So of course you looked up how to tie a tie on the computer that sat in the living room, following the instructions on a Sunday afternoon as the sun set behind you. You practiced a million times, trying to get it perfect so Maki wouldn’t get laughed at by the other kids, that you were sure you could tie a tie in your sleep even to this day. 

You just hadn’t done it in years, but being married to Nicholas meant doing all sorts of things. 

Like running amber lights. 

You’re driving instead of him toward the charity event your companies were participating in, and you just want to make it on time. Your parents had already started asking if you were there yet, your mother especially blowing up your phone. You tell Nicholas to turn it on silent, discarding it to the depths of your bag. He obeys, popping it in swiftly. 

You’re almost there, mostly because you did run a couple of amber lights, and also took a shortcut through some small streets. 

“We should be careful when we get there, a lot of people will be looking at us.” you say. You’d been thinking about how to bring it up, the fact that due to the nature of a public event like that, you needed to be on your best ‘married’ behaviour. 

“Okay, Code Vermin it is.” Nicholas agrees. “Though, I doubt anyone will care about us, it’s a big event.” 

“Regardless, I don’t want to give my parents any reason to lecture me.”

“Got it.” 

When you arrive, you hand over your car to a valet (a charity event with valet parking? lifestyles of the rich and famous much? you could never reconcile the way that rich people did charity work while flaunting off their own wealth, but it didn’t matter since you were one of those rich people and you had to participate in the lunacy; leaving it would mean blowing up your entire life if you were honest) and make your way in, your arm casually draped around Nicholas’ own. 

As you walk into the venue, the parade of familiar faces begins. You switch into polite greeting mode and walk by, smiling and nodding and making small talk with whoever stopped you. 

The cause of today’s charity event was funding and equipping the new children’s hospital in your city. Since your companies largely dealt with pharmaceuticals and medical equipment, you were key figures in the very fabric of the event. 

Your mother spots you from fifty feet away and laser beams you in the back of the head until you feel something irking you and finally turn around to see her practically glaring at you and Nicholas.  

You automatically tug on his arm slightly to get his attention as he finishes chatting with some senior director of the hosting charity itself. You excuse yourselves and you steer Nicholas in the direction of your mother. 

“Get ready; the wolves are hungry today.” you mutter, smiling at some people you passed by. 

“About time, YN!” your mother hisses immediately when you’re within earshot. She switches her demeanour when she turns to greet Nicholas, smiling fondly at him. “Hello, Nicholas. Lovely to see you again.”

“Nice to see you too, Mrs L/N.” Nicholas says smoothly, extending his best son-in-law greeting smile.

“I was just wondering, when are your parents coming?” she continues as if you’re just an ornament or part of his outfit. You had to admit, you were a little grateful she liked him more because it meant he would take most of the heat today, although it made you feel guilty toward him too.

“They should be here soon, I can call to check if they’re okay?” Nicholas offers politely. Your mother shakes her head gently. 

“Don’t worry about it at all, dear, no need to bother them. I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” the response gives you whiplash but there’s truly no space in your heart for surprise because of course she wouldn’t mind your in-laws being late; everyone else got a free pass, but you, you were the bane of that woman’s existence as far as you were concerned. “Well, I’ll let you two go, the auction will be starting soon, so get some good seats if you can.” your mother says. 

“Auction?” you ask. This was the first time you’re hearing about an auction, though it was probably because you’d filtered everything you knew about this event out of your mind in order to stay focused on your work load. 

“Yes, YN, there’s an auction of art pieces, which will be one of the sources of donation. Please pay attention, hmm?” she smiles tightly at you and you feel a smile spread across your own face. It was ironic but it came naturally, the bitterness just about disguised in its artificiality. 

“Yes, Mom. We’ll get good seats.” you say. “Enjoy the event.” 

It was the automatic good-daughter-response that had been pre-programmed into your microchip since the matrix decided you had to be born into this family out of all the other families. 

Your mother seems satisfied and steps away to make conversation with someone else while you and Nicholas slowly make your way through the large hall and find the seating area set up for the auction. 

“You need me to oil your hinges, Ex-Machina?” Nicholas asks sarcastically, leaning his mouth closer to your ear, as you register into the auction and are handed a numbered paddle by the clerk. 

“No, that’s quite alright, dear.” you raise your eyebrow for emphasis. Nicholas rolls his eyes.

“Pardon my mistake; that was clearly Stepford Wives but make it ‘daughter’.” he says but still holds out his arm and you stroll to your seats in a manner that cannot be described otherwise than ‘nicely’. 

“And you married into the dysfunctionality.” you remind him. “Godspeed.” you add. 

In a few minutes, the event begins, most people finding their seats but a few stragglers sitting down just as the auctioneer stepped up to the podium. 

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to today’s main event.” the man begins. He’s wearing a clearly uncomfortable tux and a pair of those Mickey Mouse type of white gloves, even though clearly he’s not the one handling any of the pieces. “If I may introduce the first piece we shall be showing today…” and that’s when your brain hits the snooze button and you tune the world out.

You sit silently and listen to the numbers that are being called out as each painting, photograph print or sculpture is bought out. It’s mostly modern art from somewhat local artists but the calibre is higher than you expected. It all goes by very quickly, you think. You stare blankly, in a somewhat dissociative state until one of the final pieces is brought out.

It’s a photographic print of the silhouettes of what looks like two parents and a child between them, holding each of their hands as they walk away somewhere, presumably into the proverbial sunset. You hadn’t raised your paddle once yet since there was nothing you really wanted but something about the photo makes you reconsider. 

You think how ridiculous it would be bid on it since you had nowhere to put it at your apartment, so you don’t react. 

“I like this one.” Nicholas whispers to your left. You’re snapped back to reality. You’d almost forgotten he was sitting there since you’d both been so quiet the whole time. “We should get it, it’s cute.” he continues. 

“Is it?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he turns to you briefly. “it reminds me of my parents and I. Whenever we spent time together, I mean. Which wasn’t much, but still.” he shrugs.  

You let his words sink in. 

The auctioneer is done explaining the origin of the photo by way of introducing the photographer. The photograph is named ‘Another Place’ and you suddenly understand what you were feeling. 

Just as the auctioneer starts the bidding, you feel Nicholas wrap his hand around yours and raise it as you hold on to the paddle. You’re a tiny bit startled since you weren’t thinking about the object in your hand at all and you didn’t actually think that Nicholas would bid on anything. You look at him momentarily but he keeps facing forward, focused. 

It’s strange.

You don’t think to remove your hand from the paddle and just hand it to Nicholas. Instead he holds on to your hand while you let the echo of the voices in the hall fill the cavities of your head. 

The photograph wasn’t cute. At least not to you. 

In your eyes, there was something inherently melancholic about it. 

As if the photographer was missing something.

The name confirmed it for you more than anything. You could interpret it as homage to the happier times spent with loved ones like your parents, like Nicholas thought, but you could equally interpret it as wanting to go back to or imagining what could have been in another place or time. 

It makes a small part of you ache a little. 

The bidding doesn’t skyrocket so Nicholas keeps on raising your hand until the other bidders fall flat. They don’t seem to want the photo as much as your husband does.

“Going once, going twice…and sold, to the young gentleman over there. Number 88.” the auctioneer makes a note of your paddle before they switch to the next item. 

“Sorry, did you just buy that print?” you blink rapidly, feeling as if you missed the whole thing.

“Yeah, but if you really hate it, I’ll keep it in my office.” Nicholas promises. You shake your head, still unsure of what transpired. You didn’t have space at home but you’d probably make some if you tried. 

“It’s fine. We’ll keep it.” you say.  

The rest of the auction passes by in a blur, and then you’re going to find the photograph so you could claim it. 

You stand to one side while Nicholas handles all the paper work and signs the check. Meanwhile, you look at the photograph some more, noticing that the child’s silhouette seems to be standing closer to the father but has its head angled toward its mother, as if looking up at her. 

You wonder if that could be you one day. 

It seemed unlikely, since you didn’t necessarily feel like it was your calling. 

That and you were married to Nicholas currently. 

Then it occurs to you that you have no idea what he wants in life. What if you get stuck together for a long time? Then what happens? Do you try to make each other happy and what does that even mean? Could you give him what he wanted if he ever did want anything? Would you be enough for him? Would he be enough for you? 

“Ready to go home?” his voice breaks through to you with the clarity of shattering ice. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” you nod, doing your best to look like you weren’t just living through an existential crisis for five minutes straight. 

You find yourself reaching for Nicholas’ arm on your own, holding on with both hands because you weren’t sure you could make it out of the hall without stumbling or stuttering otherwise. You needed stability just in case your legs decided to give out from the burden of your thoughts. 

Nicholas gives you a soft smile when he catches your eye and it feels like the most natural thing to return it, even if deep down you were still shaken. 

But just for a moment, it was okay.

You didn’t have the answers but it was okay.  

*

It’s a Wednesday morning, just before noon, and you have no intention of picking up your phone when it rings on your desk as you wrestle with a box of paperwork except, you glance at your phone and read the caller ID.

Maki’s name is on display and you drop the stack of papers back into the box, hand flying to the device. 

Your little brother rarely called you out of nowhere, especially not when he’s supposed to be in school. 

“Hey, Maks, is everything okay?” you say hurriedly. You feel your stress levels rising as you wait for him to answer. 

“Hey, will you come pick me up from school?” he asks on the other side of the line. The request strikes you as very odd. He sounds okay but you obviously couldn’t be sure over the phone.

“Why? What’s wrong?” you press. 

“Just come pick me up.” he says. “Please? And don’t tell mom and dad.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Yes, I’m coming. Stay there.” 

You were about to have a meltdown. You were so worried about what on earth could have possibly happened for him to call you in the middle of the day and ask you to come pick him up. Could he be feeling sick and didn’t want to tell you? What could it be? 

You grab your jacket and bag and make your way out of the office, letting one of your colleagues know you were stepping out for an emergency. Well, you didn’t know it was an emergency but you just said whatever would get you out of that office quicker. 

You have to look up Maki’s school’s address since you basically had never been there and then drive in a way that would put the main characters of Fast and the Furious to shame. 

You throw your car in the nearest visitor parking spot and leg it to the reception of the main building. The school looks like a typical high school, except this is where all the smart, rich kids went and your brother was no exception. The kids all had crisp and perfect uniforms, the teachers looked impeccable too, and the buildings themselves were all but shining when you entered. 

You talk to the receptionist lady and explain that your brother had called you and she lets you into the foyer where there’s a seating area and several offices nearby. 

You knock on the door that the receptionist lady told you to and enter.

“Hello?” you poke your head in. You spot Maki sitting in one of the chairs around the table and open the door further, relieved to see he looked alright. 

“Are you Maki’s guardian?” the teacher sitting across the room says. 

“Yes, I’m his sister. Hello.” you say politely. 

“Hello. Please come in.” the lady says, gesturing with her hand. She doesn’t seem so stern but you feel like you’re in trouble for some reason. You slip into the chair next to your brother. 

“Is everything okay?” you ask, unable to take the tension any longer. The whole drive here, you felt like you were going to faint. 

“Yes, everything is fine. I just needed to call a parent or guardian in since Maki fell asleep in class this morning. It’s not the sort of thing we take lightly around here.” she informs you. 

You blink, thinking your ears failed you. Fell asleep in class? You swivel your head toward your little brother, who has subconsciously shrunk a smidge, which isn’t really possible since he’s not exactly a tiny child any more. 

“You fell asleep in class?” you repeat, addressing Maki. He nods quietly. “And you couldn’t tell me this over the phone?” you sigh. You ignore the teacher is there for a second. “Do you know how worried I was?” you demand. For a moment, you think you sound like your parents so you tell yourself to cool off and take a step back. 

The teacher clears her throat gently. “You see, miss, it’s not really a problem per se, we just needed to let you know and see if there’s anything going on at home that might have been the cause.” she clarifies. “We also think it’s best to send students home when they are not in their top form.”

“Right, I see.” you hum. “There’s nothing I’m aware of that could be the reason.” you say. You cannot discern the mix of relief and annoyance with the situation. What could he have been doing instead of sleeping and how could it have made him so tired that he fell asleep in class? At least it wasn’t worse, you said to yourself. 

“If students are unable to pay attention, then we find it best to give them some time to step away and come back when they can. Maki hasn’t done this before, so we won’t make a big deal out of it, it’s purely procedural that you were needed here today.” the teacher reassures you. 

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry about that.” you apologise on Maki’s behalf. “It won’t happen again, right, Maki?” you question him. 

He nods, staying very quiet and very obedient. It was a world away from the vibrant, loud and mischievous Maki you knew. He must be really tired then, you decide.  

“Right, well, thanks, Miss. I think we’ll get going now.” you say, standing up and grabbing a hold of Maki’s backpack, which he was wearing the whole time he was sitting down. You pull him up by the bag, the way a mother cat carries around her kittens by the scruff of the neck, except when you pull him up to stand, he kind of towers over you a little since he’s growing up into a giant.

The two of you leave the office but Maki informs you he needs to get some stuff from his locker, so you follow him through the corridors to find it. You try your best not to have horrible war flashbacks to your own time in high school as you walk further in. By the time you reach it, the bell rings signalling what you assumed was the lunch break. The noise feels like a punch in the gut. 

Suddenly the hallways are flooded with students, teenage boys running around and milling about like tiny ants in a colony, except most of them are like a head taller than you, which makes it doubly terrifying. You feel awfully out of place and old if you were being honest, even if they were not that much younger than you. 

Maki rummages around his locker for a moment before you find two boys coming towards you. You think you’re blocking their lockers so you think to stand over on Maki’s other side but he notices and waves them over. 

“Hey, you guys, did we have math homework?” he asks them. You stand awkwardly to one side but nod politely at the kids. 

Your brother’s question gets ignored as the two boys fixate on you and one of them particularly stares at you in awe. You should have just waited for him outside. It makes you feel even more awkward and you clear your throat, directing the noise at Maki so he does something. He gets the hint and introduces them as his friends Taki and Harua. 

“Hi, aunty, you’re so pretty!” the one introduced as Harua, who was staring at you, gushes. The corners of Taki’s mouth droop down and he smacks Harua on the back of the head, dubious. 

Maki stops short and gives Harua a stank face. “Dude, bro, that’s my older sister!” he corrects.

But it’s too late.

The word ‘aunty’ echoes through your mind. It sends you reeling, mouth agape. You imagine your head unscrewing from your body like a lightbulb or one of those lego men and floating into outer space all while explosions and bombs go off in the background, very much in a poorly made, greenscreened fashion, all accompanied by a full orchestral and choral rendition of Verdi’s Dies Irae. You choke on spit just a little but purse your lips in order not to cough like crazy. 

Harua pales impossibly and you think he starts quaking like a newborn Chihuahua.

“It’s okay, kiddo.” you reassure him. “I suppose I am on my way to becoming a fossil.” you mutter to yourself, only half-sarcastically. 

“S-sorry aun- I mean noona, I- noona, sorry.” Harua stutters out and lowers his head a little, and you worry he might just burst into tears. 

“Don’t worry about it.” you try your best to seem friendly but you’re not sure it works. Instead you try to make Maki move faster. “I have to get back to the office, sweetie, hurry up.” you tell him. 

It seems to do the trick because Maki grabs one last textbook and shuts his locker. Harua seems completely mortified so he barely looks up at you as he and Taki bid the two of you goodbye and you leave.   

Once you’re sat in the safety of your car, you exhale laboriously.

“Quit it, will you?” Maki asks. “Harua didn’t mean it, he just got confused. You don’t look like an aunty at all.” 

“Gee, thanks.” you deadpan. “I didn’t even say anything, you didn’t have to go there.” you mumble as you start the engine. 

“Noona, c’mon, doesn’t Nicholas tell you you’re beautiful all the time? Don’t you know it by now?” Maki shakes his head in disbelief but you know it’s directed at you, not Nicholas. You wanted to tell him, as a matter of fact, no, Nicholas did not say such things nor did he need to. 

“‘Kay, first of all,” you pause. “I know my worth isn’t tied to my appearance and I don’t necessarily need to hear it from other people, although compliments can be nice. Secondly, insecurity still happens, regardless of what anyone says. Alright?” you explain. “The two states can co-exist. I know I don’t look like an aunty, but it was still shocking.”  

“Okay, got it.” Maki raises his hands in defeat. 

You’re driving but you realise that you don’t know where you’re going. 

“Wait a sec, where am I taking you?” you question Maki. 

“Please don’t tell Mom and Dad.” he begs, giving you puppy eyes from your passenger seat. You hadn’t thought about that yet but you don’t say that. “Just drop me off somewhere. I won’t do it again, just this once, just don’t tell them.”

You think for a moment. “Tell me why you fell asleep and I’ll consider it.” 

“I stayed up all night studying.” he says. You scoff loudly. 

“As if, lil bro, you think I was born yesterday?” you say, making a turn without thinking. 

“I’m serious! I did stay up all night studying since we had a test…” he exclaims. 

“A test?” you prompt him to keep going. 

“A test I didn’t study for.” he finishes, talking in tiny. It finally clicks and you nod.

“Right.” you say. “Did you at least take the test?” 

“Well yeah, but-”

“Good, just don’t do that ever again.” you warn. Maki nods enthusiastically. “Fine,” you concede. “you can stay in my apartment until it’s time for you to actually go home.” 

“Yes!” Maki cheers. “Thanks, noona, you’re the best!”  

You get home and while you’re in the elevator, it occurs to you that this was the first time Maki had actually visited you here. You just hoped that there was nothing weird there that might make him think something was off about you and Nicholas. 

You had been pretty successful in quashing his suspicions, not that you thought he had any since he hadn’t expressed anything in a while, so you really needed to keep up the facade. It might be hard considering he was going to stay in the apartment for a few hours.

You make a mental note not to let him see your separate bedrooms; that would be hard to explain. 

You punch in the code to your door and open it, ushering your little brother in before following. 

“Here’s some slippers.” you bring a spare pair out of the shoe rack and plop them in front of Maki. 

You rush into the living room to make sure that it was at least somewhat clean but you’re startled by a wild Nicholas that’s standing with his back to you in the kitchen area. He’s cooking something at the stove, a pair of massive headphones on and you swear under your breath. 

You skirt around the edge of the couch and make a bee line toward your husband. He seems to notice you in his peripheral vision as you practically run at him, making him jump out of his skin and drop the pair of chopsticks in his hand with a clang against the surface of the stove.

“Shh!” you hiss at him, putting a finger in front of your lips, glancing back at the foyer. Nicholas slides the headphones off his head, letting them hang around his neck. He looks more confused than you’ve ever seen him before. “Maki’s here!” you whisper. 

“What? Why? What’s going on?” he whispers back, alarmed at the new information. You shake your head dismissively. No time to tell the whole tale. 

“I’ll tell you later, but he’s here so act normal!” you conclude just as Maki makes his way through the door. 

“Oh hey, Nicholas hyung!” Maki’s face lights up when he sees your husband and you feel a little strange - your brother never greeted you like that. 

“Hey, buddy, how are you?” Nicholas switches up immediately, seamlessly, as if the shock of your arrival had never happened. He meets your eye for a second before properly looking at Maki, who deposits his backpack on the couch and comes to sit at the counter.  

“Y’know, normal.” Maki shrugs. You narrow your eyes at your little brother. 

“Not normal, you don’t normally get kicked out of school.” you scold him slightly. 

“You what?” Nicholas does a double take. Maki seems annoyed at you, as if you said the wrong thing. Well, you weren’t about to lie to your husband about something petty like that. 

“Eh, noona makes it seems worse than it is. I swear, I didn’t do anything bad.” he pouts. 

“He fell asleep in class.” you tell Nicholas, as if he had any authority in the situation. Nicholas visibly relaxes. 

“Oh, the way you were talking, I thought it was something serious. I used to fall asl-” Nicholas starts to say but the way you glare at him changes his mind. “I mean I never did that, that’s really, yeah, that’s not good.” he trails off, bringing a hand to massage the back of his neck. 

“Anyways, I’ve decided to let Maki stay here until he needs to go back home.” you say. “Is that okay? I didn’t think you’d be home actually.”

“Yeah, stay, it’s cool. I got home because my meeting was cancelled.” Nicholas replies, but is looking at you without blinking and you know something’s up by the way he keeps glancing at the hallway. 

“Okay, great.” you pick up the hint and turn to Maki. “We don’t have a lot to do here, Maks, but you can just watch TV for a while, right?” and you all but lift him out of his seat and steer him toward the couch. 

“Yeah, I like TV-”

“Awesome, knock yourself out.” you seat him at the couch and turn back to Nicholas, walking back across the room. 

With the background noise of the TV, you don’t think Maki will hear you if you whisper. 

“What?” you all but mouth when you’re close enough. Nicholas’ eyebrows raise so high they might ascend to the heavens above (your ceiling).

“Don’t you think he’s going to get suspicious?” he whispers back. “What if I say something dumb and he realises this is a sham?” 

You knew it was a real risk to let them hang out unsupervised for a long period of time but without you there for damage control, Nicholas was just going to have to deal with it. 

“I’m sorry, I promised him he can stay. You can figure it out. Just don’t talk about me or us.” you instruct. Nicholas nods, realising there’s no alternative. 

“Fine, just hurry back.” he pleads. 

You definitely weren’t sure you wanted to leave the two of them alone. Would the house burn down if you did? Could they handle it? This was inevitable, really, it was going to happen at some point. 

“Right, if he starts to get annoying, just threaten to tell my parents.” you forgo the whispering, moving toward the hallway.

“Oh? Kay?” Nicholas frowns, not quite understanding. 

Maki senses you’re about to exit and turns around to listen. 

Shit, he’s watching. 

You turn back to face Nicholas and he almost runs into you. You give him a slight smile. “Call me if there’s any problems.” you say sweetly, as if you’re not risking shattering the fabricated relationship you were thrown into. “Now, lean down.” you mutter. 

Nicholas lowers his head innocently and you lean in, planting a swift kiss to his cheek, making up the charade. If he’s surprised, Nicholas doesn’t show it because he straightens up and acts like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

You don’t dwell on it and turn to Maki next. 

“Listen to Nicholas, okay?” you warn. “Be good.” you say, directing it to the both of them. 

“Yes, Mom.” Maki drawls sarcastically. Your mouth drops open at the tone, then again, you didn’t have to wonder where exactly he picked it up from (you, most likely). You stick your tongue out at him as you walk away, Maki mirroring you almost instantly. 

You glance at Nicholas, who’s kind of standing still in shock at the display of sibling affection, not quite sure what to do with himself. 

“This house better be intact when I come back.” you call behind you as you walk out of the door. You really hoped everything would be okay. 

The entire time you were at work, you were anything but focused. You had minutes of good concentration before your mind wandered to how your husband and your brother were getting along. There was a few times where you even picked up your phone with half the mind to call and check but you realised how maniacal that really was so you put the device down on the other side of your office while you worked so you wouldn’t be tempted to slide into control freak mode. 

As soon as the working day finished, you rushed out of there, ignoring the sound of your coworkers still tapping away on keyboards, clipping and filing papers together, or the wistful sighs of those stuck doing overtime. 

You willed yourself to still follow road safety, in a carefully executed exercise of self-control, instead of mimicking your earlier attempts at cosplaying Vin Diesel behind the wheel. 

The familiar sound of the password unlocking the front door finally came as you yanked open the handle and swished through the corridor quickly, kicking off your shoes haphazardly in the process and padding across the floor barefoot. 

There was noise coming from your living room which you’d heard about a half-way through the hallway and you’re fascinated when you enter and find the boys sitting on the couch, controllers in hand and still oblivious to your arrival. 

They were playing video games. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. That’s pretty neutral and doesn’t require any intellectual conversation. 

“Yaaa, where you going, lil dude? That was never a short cut!” Nicholas chuckles, eyes still glued to the screen. 

“It is too!” Maki argues. “Just ‘cause you’ve never heard of it, hyung.” you can hear the cheekiness behind his provocation. 

“Hey, I don’t need to know stuff to be good at this.” Nicholas insists. 

You look closer at the screen and finally put two and two together; they’re playing Mario Kart. 

You can’t believe it - you’d been worried about nothing. And as a bonus, your husband now had a video game buddy, as it seemed. You decide to clear your throat and enter the room.

“Hey, I’m back.” you say. “What did you guys get up to?” you quiz nonchalantly. They both greet you, almost a little surprised since clearly they weren’t paying attention to you coming in. 

Great, a thief could have walked in and out and nobody would have heard a damn thing. 

“We just hung out. Nicholas hyung made lunch then we played video games and well, that’s it.” Maki says, lifting the controller in his hand as evidence. You nod.

“Great, good, awesome.” so you were hyperactively checking your watch for no reason. You were glad to know it was a great use of your time (not). 

“Maki’s really good at this game, YN. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have invited him over sooner so we could play.” Nicholas comments. 

“Well, if it’s about video games, Maki, you can always come around.” you say, only slightly strained at his forgetfulness - it was only a few hours ago that you were freaking out about your brother possibly figuring out he’d been lied to. Well, not lied to exactly, just … left in the dark about the nature of your marriage. 

“Really?” Maki seems really excited to hear he’s got a free-for-all to your house at any time. “That’s great, I’ll come on weekends so we can play, hyung!” he says and for a moment you feel a swell of emotion overcome you; you hadn’t seen Maki this happy and excited for a long time. And he certainly didn’t get this animated when he was hanging out with you. It made you feel like marrying Nicholas wasn’t so bad after all; it had its silver lining. 

“You guys hungry?” you change the subject. “I’ll make dinner.” you say, leaving your bag on the couch. 

“I can make it, if you want.” Nicholas offers over his shoulder. 

“No, no, you made lunch, it’s okay, keep playing.” you reassure him. You just needed a minute to yourself so cooking would suffice. 

“Alright,” Nicholas agrees but he keeps looking at you, as if he noticed the look on your face. You meet his eye and turn away quickly. You didn’t want him to think you were feeling weird about stuff since you weren’t. Much. 

“Maki, call home to let them know you’re here.” you call over the noise of the video game. It was getting late, about the time he’d go home from school. 

“Okay,” he groans quietly but does as you said obediently. You felt like you were nagging all of a sudden. 

You wondered if you’d been replaced as the favourite sibling now that Nicholas was in the picture. Were you jealous of your husband? What a dumb thought. 

You shrug to yourself and wash your hands. 

*

Sometimes you did wonder why you bothered waking up at all on your days off.

It was more of an instinctual thing; it was your body clock waking up for you, telling you that you just had to keep doing that thing where you opened your eyes and then dragged your body out of bed, regardless of whether you had work that day or not. 

So you do, you get up, and your natural routine of getting coffee first thing takes you to the kitchen where you spot Nicholas already at the machine, brewing the first lot of the day. He’s still in his pyjama pants but has not been bothered to put on a shirt yet, his hair all tousled and fluffy from sleep.

“Morning.” you say. You pick out a mug from the cupboard and situate yourself next to the machine, to wait for the coffee to be ready. 

“Hey,” Nicholas responds. It’s surprising since it’s morning and you usually tend to get communication via strange noises from him at this time of day. You glance at him for a moment, trying to discern if something’s different but you just watch his back muscles as he reaches for the milk from the fridge. It’s harder than you’d like to admit to take your eyes away and focus on whether the coffee is done yet. 

The machine does its usual whirring and whatnot but you can’t figure out why it seems to be taking an age. You stand with the empty cup but tense up when Nicholas materialises behind you, reaching over your head to get the box of cereal in the cupboard above you. His bare skin comes into contact with yours and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

His body is warm against yours and it’s overwhelming. 

You realise you’re holding in a breath you didn’t know you’d sucked in, only letting it out when he stepped away. You purse your lips and try your best not to mind that, whatever it was.

But you do mind. So much. 

Your eyes wander back over to Nicholas as he fixes up his bowl of breakfast. He’s not doing much but you just watch him, mesmerised for some reason. It’s weird for sure; it’s not the first time you’d seen him without a shirt, so what on Earth was going on? 

You tear your eyes away but you’re incredibly aware of his every move. He glances at you, as if he can feel your nervous energy permeating the air in the kitchen, but doesn’t say anything. 

You forgot you were waiting for that damn coffee machine, you fingers tapping against the counter, eyes shifting around. You look at the numbers on your digital clock - had they changed at all since you came in? Was your mind playing tricks on you? Maybe it was just too early in the morning. 

“YN?” you hear behind you and you whip around, almost too fast, only to be shocked at how much closer Nicholas was than you thought he would be. He doesn’t say anything else, but assess you, trying to read you. “Are you okay?” he asks, looking at you with concern. 

“Yeah.” you breathe out, inaudibly. 

Except it’s a lie. 

It’s not okay. You can’t seem to focus on anything but Nicholas and the tension between you, thick and intoxicating, a fog that you could cut through with a knife. You hate it; it’s too hot and stuffy all of a sudden and you feel your chest rising and falling with every breath. 

Nicholas takes a slow step toward you, and then another and you attempt to step backwards but are blocked by the edge of the counter against your back. And then you’re standing too close, closer than explainable, close enough to see the colour of his irises in detail or the soft skin of his cheeks or the slight parting of his lips.

You weren’t proud of it but for a moment, you considered closing the space between you and kissing him. It was completely primal, this urge that came from nowhere in particular, an impulsive thought that could be converted into action if you just lost control for a split second. 

But you didn’t decide to lose control. 

Nicholas did.

And you followed, falling into him like a domino.

You think it seems almost natural, reasonable even, when Nicholas leans down and smashes his lips against yours. So natural that your arms curl around his shoulders immediately, grabbing hold to keep you locked together as you kiss intensely, mouths moving in sync as if you’d rehearsed this exact scene a million times. 

There’s a vague beeping noise somewhere in the background, and if you were paying attention, you would have spared a thought that it was your stupid coffee finally ready, but nothing could permeate the bubble the two of you were in.             

Nicholas swipes a paw to your left at the empty mug, his own abandoned next to it, and sends them flying off the counter. You don’t even hear the crash of ceramic against the tile floor because his hands are wrapping around the back of your thighs and he’s lifting you up to perch you on the counter, his mouth never leaving yours. 

You shuffle to accommodate him standing between your legs, wrapping them gently around his waist, keeping him flush against you. Your nighty rides up your thighs, revealing your underwear underneath and Nicholas’ hands make the most of it by running up the sides of your legs, gathering the material and slipping under to hold your bare hips. 

There’s not a single comprehensible thought in your head while you make out with your husband, except for maybe you liked having his tongue down your throat a little too much. That and your awareness of what you were feeling between your legs, exacerbated by the way your hips moved against Nicholas’. He was only wearing pyjamas and you could definitely feel something there. 

You can’t keep your hands still, your fingertips eager to touch every inch of his broad shoulders, reaching to his back and then finding purchase in his hair as Nicholas detaches from your mouth only to skim over your cheek and jaw on his way to your neck. You’re breathless while he pays special respect to sensitive skin of your neck, kissing it hotly and biting down gently, the intent of leaving a mark clear in his actions. 

You all but melt at how good it feels, relaxing in his arms. A low moan escapes your mouth while he’s busy finding your sweet spots. Then another.

“N-nico…” you can’t help the breathy stutter that your throat produces. It seems to catch his attention because he hums against you, acknowledging your reactions. 

Without a word, you kiss him again, guiding his mouth back to yours with one hand. He catches your wrist with one of his hands and holds it there while the other reaches down between you. You’re just about aware enough to know that he’s pulling at the strings on his pyjama bottoms. You shimmy further to the edge of the counter in response, reaching down too, fingers clumsy toward your underwear but before you can do anything-

Everything disappears.

You startle awake, half-jumping out of your skin with clarity that you’d been dreaming this whole time.

You straighten up, lifting your head up from your desk, recognising the familiar decor of your office. You feel almost dizzy and completely dazed from your sleep. Moreover, there’s an uncomfortable heat radiating from your skin, as if you’ve spent too long in a sauna or taken a shower that was far too hot for far too long. 

You swallow thickly and sigh, shaking your head. 

You had to calm down, it was just a dream. Nothing to worry about. None of that happened, everything was okay. 

Everything was-

“Are you okay?” 

You all but scream when you hear Nicholas’ voice behind you. 

“Wh-when did you get here?” you stammer, turning around to glare at him. You watch as he picks up a folder off your shelf, opens it and deposits a stack of papers inside. 

“I was here? The whole time?” he informs you looking back at you, scepticism on his face. “We’ve been working for hours, you must be really tired.” 

“Oh,” you try to calm down. “right.”

“Right.” Nicholas says. “So how was your nap? I didn’t wake you, did I? You seem surprised.”

“I, uh,” you pause to think. “had a scary dream.” you finish and get up. Scary might be an understatement; those kind of thoughts? About Nicholas? Definitely terrifying.  

The safest thing your brain could think of doing right now, was getting a cup of coffee. That should wake you right up, and you hopefully you can put this whole thing behind you. 

“I’m sorry, that sucks.” he hums sympathetically, picking out another folder from the shelf. You glance back at him while you start making your coffee. It’s really strange seeing him in your office - he tended to stay at his own at Wang Enterprises. But what’s stranger is that no matter how much you wrack your brain, you cannot remember what it is that you were working on right now. 

What kind of nap made you forget hours of past events?

You’re lost in thought as you pour the coffee, staring into space. 

“Woah! Hey!” Nicholas exclaims. “Watch it!” 

You snap out of it just in time to lift the jug before the cup overflowed. Your heart is racing from the sudden scare and you put it down quickly. 

“What the hell is going on with you, YN?” Nicholas asks, already by your side, taking your hands away from the counter and inspecting them in case you burned yourself. You look at him blankly and shrug. 

“I must have overslept.” you say lamely. He rolls his eyes, seemingly annoyed but you can tell he was just worried. When had you started to read him so well? 

“I’ll say.” he mutters, letting your hands go then scanning the table to check for any spillages. You were in an office after all; coffee spillages were the most common hazard. “Do you need a wake up call, Mrs Wang?” he quizzes, leaning closer to inspect your face.

“This feels like a trick question.” you blurt out loud. He was still up close, not making a shift away even when he chuckles at your response. 

“Gosh, YN, you’re such an over-thinker.” he says. “We should work on that.” he hums, still looking at you intently. 

“How?” you mumble, still drowsy. 

“Like this…” he trails off, stepping closer to you. You’re starting to feel a sense of deja vu and it’s because his face is literal inches from yours. Maybe it was because of your dream, but somehow you were desensitised to him being in that proximity and didn’t try to create any distance between you.  

You almost start panicking, but it’s more of a dull afterthought. “Don’t think.” he whispers, lips hovering over yours.

It’s too late to think, you note. 

You move, catching his mouth with yours, reaching up to hold his cheek for balance. 

And then you’re stumbling back, Nicholas guiding you toward your desk, lifting you to sit on the edge, papers flying as you swipe a hand back to make space. 

Was it sleep deprivation? Was it complete and utter lack of self-control? You had no idea, but you didn’t need to be told twice about not thinking; all you could comprehend right now was how badly you wanted to keep kissing Nicholas. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

He seemed to share that thought because he made no effort to de-escalate the situation despite you two being in your office, in broad daylight, with presumably all your co-workers outside. 

If you were using your brain, you’d worry what they would think if they found the two of you - the daughter of the chairman and her husband from the merging company - behaving like a couple of crazy teenagers during office hours. 

But you weren’t using your brain. 

You were using your hands, pulling at Nicholas’ tie to undo the loop and throw it to the side. Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt easily, popping each one from top to bottom, then sliding the garment off his shoulders. One of his hands had made itself comfortable squeezing your thigh, shoving your skirt up to expose your leg.

Your hands wander up and down his torso, trying to memorise to feeling of every inch of skin, as if it was the most important thing in your life. His hands rest in your bunched up skirt, thumbs playing with the skin just covered by your underwear and you just want him to get rid of it already. 

But he doesn’t; instead he keeps teasing the skin around it, fingers meandering over your thighs and hips. You whine into his mouth in protest, hoping he gets the message. 

And you wonder if he might have if it wasn’t for the distant beeping sound that gradually became louder and louder.

You open your eyes with gasp when you finally wake up.

The beeping sound is loud and clear and coming from your nightstand. You smack your phone to snooze the alarm and sigh.  

This time you’re in your bed, the ceiling of your room above you, and early morning sunlight streaming in through your window. 

You’re panting, chest rising and falling rapidly, way too hot and sweaty under the covers. You thrash around wildly, as if fighting your blankets until you’re sure that this is definitely reality and you’re 100% awake now. 

So all of that…all of it, was a dream?

You clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the panicked squeak that almost escapes you. You have to sit up and attempt to calm down. 

It wasn’t real, none of it was, thankfully, none of that had occurred in real life, you tell yourself. It was all in your imagination. 

“It’s not real.” you whisper out loud. 

So why did it feel so real, if it wasn’t? 

There’s real heat radiating off your skin, a slight sheen of sweat over it and your covers are a mess and there’s a very real ache in your core, one that you wish you couldn’t feel right now. You reach down and find your fears confirmed with the slick that you find drenching your underwear. 

For a hazy moment, your brain jumps to the image of Nicholas smirking at you, amused at your circumstances if he found out. 

He’d never let you breathe if he knew. 

Then your brain jumps to the image of him lapping it all up with his tong-

“No!” you exclaim. “Stop thinking, just stop.” you will yourself, massaging your temples with two fingers. You hurry to get up and try to snap out of it, chugging the water you’d left on your nightstand. As you drank, you realised how parched you were - you needed to rehydrate after that horror episode. 

You needed to take a shower too but you decided to make a cup of coffee first, since caffeine was the next best thing if you didn’t want to start your journey to alcoholism at 7 in the morning, though it may be justified after what you just experienced. 

You glance in the mirror before leaving the room, seeing the ratty, oversized t-shirt you slept in crumpled but falling to just underneath your thighs. Now that you think about it, you should have known it was a dream because you definitely wouldn’t wear a nightdress that nice to bed.

You smooth over your bedhead a little and shrug; the faster you get coffee, the faster you can wash this whole nightmare away. 

You poke your head out of the door first, listening out for any movement. 

There’s quiet sounds coming from the kitchen, so Nicholas was definitely awake. Before you? He must have meetings or something. You decide to brave it and just get in and out. 

You creep up the hallway and practically sneak into the kitchen in your own home since you didn’t want to alert him to your presence. He’s got those giant headphones on with his back to you as he cooks something in a pan at the stove. 

You felt a bit exposed in your little t-shirt and damp panties but you knew he’d seen you in less, in fact, he’d seen you na-

Do not go there, you willed your brain. Now’s not the time to remember embarrassing shit.

You get to the kitchen and Nicholas notices your movement, turning to greet you.

“Morning.” he slides the headphones down to rest on his neck. He looks at you for a moment and you think this is it, he knows, he’s a mind reader, but then he turns back to his food without a word.   

“Hey.” you find a mug and get to the coffee machine. You knew you could practically do this in thirty seconds flat, so you moved as if you were running late for a meeting (it was simply a hypothetical situation but it wouldn’t hurt to practice it like a drill). 

“You want?” Nicholas asks, tipping the pan towards you to show its contents. He’s frying eggs. 

“No, thanks.” you say quickly and snap the button on the machine. You can’t help but tense up as if he’s going to say something more. Could he tell what happened? Could he sense there was something wrong with you?

“‘Kay,” he says. “Can you get me a mug too?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the eggs. 

“Sure.” you grab one as the machine whirrs. So far, so good. You were acting normal. Totally unsuspicious. 

The machine finishes its thing and you pour the cups, putting sugar into yours by habit. Your stomach growls so you decide to get some toast too even if that means staying in the kitchen longer. 

You busy yourself on the other side of the counter but look up when Nicholas moves to pick up a coffee cup. He picks it up and takes a sip. You realise it’s the one you poured for yourself with the sugar. Why didn’t he notice? He usually didn’t have sugar in his. Actually he usually had an iced Americano but that’s a whole other thing in itself. 

“Something wrong?” he asks when he finds you watching him.

“That one had sugar in it.” you say. 

“Oh.” he looks at it, as if he would be able to tell by looking at it. Dumbass. “Sorry, here.” he hands it back to you and you take it, putting it on the counter. 

Normally you wouldn’t care about sharing mugs since you were married - like technically - but you weren’t strangers, that’s what you meant, but right now you looked at it, thinking about how his lips had been there and that yours would be too-

Your toast resurfaces and you almost keel over in relief. Time to get the fuck out of there. 

You throw the bread on a plate and attempt to scat, bumping into Nicholas, who had silently moved to your other side, raiding the fridge. Luckily, you hadn’t picked up the hot coffee yet, or you would be wearing it right now. 

Nicholas is just as startled to find you up in his grill, milk carton forgotten in the fridge as he lets the door fall shut. 

So you stay for a split second, a Mexican standoff.

The eerie deja vu begins again and this time you’re determined to call the shots. You could not allow yourself to just fall into his arms. Not that he had any clue about all that, of course. But you did, your body did and it was starting to react as soon as Nicholas was near you.   

At the risk of your own demise, you make the first move. 

“Your eggs are burning.” you lie and watch as his eyes widen and he rushes back to the pan. In the meantime, you snatch the cup and plate and run.

You make it to the safety of your room and rest your back against the door, exhaling deeply.  

Oh god, that’s bad. That’s very, very, truly not good. 

You’re having weird thoughts about your husband, but then again, who were you really supposed to have those thoughts about? Jake from accounting? That guy Sunghoon across the hall? Heesung from your tort law class? No. 

It kinda checked out that you were somehow into Nicholas - at least on a subconscious level. He was something else entirely. He’d just made your brain short circuit and you had no idea why. 

Well, you did. He was Nicholas. He was your husband. 

And you could totally have sex with him, since that’s what married couples did, even fake ones such as yourselves probably did. You had to think about it - could you bring this up to him? It’s not like you hadn’t talked about it before. 

You’d have to establish boundaries - it’s not like you were in love with him - it would be like a friends with benefits thing at most, nothing to freak out about. 

Your husband was stupid fine; a total smoke show, who could really blame you for thinking like that? It’s a miracle you held out this long, right?  

It was true you’d lasted this long, but you also had your pride on the line - you weren’t the type of person to beg or to ask for anything, so how could you even consider asking him if he wanted to have sex with you?  

You knew you should just forget about the whole ordeal and move on.

So why couldn’t you?

*

Another day, another bullshit situation waiting to happen.

Work was slow and you were more than ready to leave since you’d had enough of office noise and the never-ending pile of paperwork that seemed to arrive in your email inbox every five minutes like clockwork. 

You wanted nothing more to leave but there was still some time left in the work day. 

Your email pinged as if on cue, and you sighed before clicking on the icon on your computer screen. 

You stopped short. This was totally unexpected. 

It was from the people you were negotiating with over the contract you’d lost. They had sent you an email containing a copy of the list of things you’d lost with the meeting notes. They had also requested a meeting next week to go over the revised stuff. The most shocking part of all was perhaps that it was all serious; it was definitely not some kind of passive-aggressive attempt to humiliate you, as there sometimes was in corporate relations (you would know, your legal team was often the one who started that sort of thing, you weren’t proud of it). 

You emailed them back immediately thanking them and confirming the date, then apologising profusely that you’d lacked on your end. You hesitated for a moment, but asked why the sudden reminder of the details from the first meeting. 

The email wooshed away and for a while you forgot about it. 

You were packing up your things to leave when the reply came. 

“Dear Mrs L/N…blah blah blah…” you muttered. “…your husband got in contact and explained that there was a logistical mishap with your papers and got the edits off of us…” you sit and stare at the screen. 

Your what had done what now? 

You took a moment to process. 

According to them, Nicholas had found their contact information and told them that there was a problem with your notes, and they just gave them to him?

What had he done? Surely no one would do that, right? Even for their wife? And why would they have allowed that? What could he have possibly said to them to make this happen?

Probably just told them his full name with a flash of that charming smile and voilà - they probably fell to their knees and begged him to take the edits. Regardless, he’d got them…for you.

You were a little winded, if you were being honest. You’d had so much anxiety over what had transpired with the contract, that you’d tried to block out most of it until you had to actually work on the matter. 

But Nicholas had tried to help you behind your back. Why didn’t he tell you? Probably because he knew you’d never let him to do that for you, yet it was probably the nicest thing any person had ever done for you. Saved you more humiliation and strife so you didn’t have to endure it. 

He really did that for you.

You felt like crying and screaming but like in a happy way for once. 

You couldn’t wait to go home and- and what?

If you saw Nicholas right this very second, you couldn’t trust yourself - you’d probably do something dumb like hug him or kiss him. Or both. 

You had to make it up to him, to thank him. 

So you did the only thing you could think he would really love.

…

The warmth that wafted through your apartment was far too strong for this to become a surprise but you kept cooking, making dish after dish, still on a high over what Nicholas had done for you. 

People didn’t tend to do a lot of nice things for you, at least not genuinely and with good intentions - usually it was because of your money - so when someone did, you always remembered and internalised it. It made you want to do good things too. 

It hadn’t escaped your attention that between you and Nicholas, the language of gratitude and affection was food, so it wasn’t difficult to pick out your thank you gesture. 

The front door beeped open and you heard the shuffle of slippered feet coming toward your kitchen.

“My god, it’s a sauna in here! What are you doing?” Nicholas exclaims when he comes through. 

“I’m fulfilling our beautiful kitchen’s purpose.” you state. “Did you have dinner yet?” 

“Nope, I’m starving.” he says, already eyeing the dishes on the table as he washed his hands. 

“Good, sit down. I made it for you.” you say, turning back to the stove, mostly to avoid Nicholas’ inquisitive eyes. 

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks, sitting down.

You turn and look at him. For a moment you think about how to phrase it, your tongue poking out your cheek. 

“Thank you for getting the contract back.” you say earnestly. You watch as recollection appears on his handsome face, and he nods modestly. 

“It’s alright; it’s the least I could do.” he replies. You smile fondly at him. 

“What did you end up telling them? I really am dying to know because I know you definitely didn’t tell them the truth.” you chuckle. Then you hesitate. “You didn’t, right?” you start to sound panicked.  

“No, of course not.” Nicholas reassures you. “I just told them our dog ate the contract.” he gives you small shrug. You think you misheard him. He must read into your reaction because he rushed to correct himself. “I’m joking! I just told them it blew away through an open window. It’s totally plausible, airing out offices and such.” 

You sigh in relief. “Alright, even I could believe that. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Nicholas hums. “Now, tell me all about this feast.”   

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CHAPTER 5A - ADDICTED (smut MINORS DNI)

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a/n: thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3 welp things are finally getting real for YN lol, hope that helps. also fun tmi - i looked at a photo of nico and went ‘hey husband’, then the next one of euijoo and went ‘hey husband’s husband’ lol, might explore this dynamic more tbh

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Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

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‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare - shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt - recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands  - thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance 

3rd Person POV:

Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.

Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room. 

Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened. “Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

~at the hotel~

He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.”  He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers. 

Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder. 

After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal. 

“You were so good for me, puppy.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You took everything so well, princess.”

“I love you so much.”

She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.” 

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The Hollow Vows, Ch. 4: Two Worlds Collide || Royalty!S.S x Royalty!Reader x Royalty!T.H.

Word count: 10.1K

Genre: Period Drama, Angst, Royalty AU.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Tom Hiddleston x Reader.

Warning: Mild Violence: Sword fight. Combat.

A/N: Story has no set/final plot, just going with the flow. Thank you to all the read my stories. I love reading your thoughts so let me know what you want to see next. I hope this one isn't too boring.

Long, long ago, and for millennia before that, the first humans to settle in Cardonia were of Xarean origin; lured there by Mystic mercenaries with the promise of land in exchange for their servitude, they were instead transformed into slaves. They had poured their blood and effort into constructing magnificent, sprawling civilizations, built them temples to their feral gods.

One day, humanity all throughout the nation engaged in a widespread and violent uprising. The War had been so bloody and destructive that it took 3 mystic Kings and 3 appointed mortal Kings to compose the Treaty, which stopped the killing on both sides and allowed the wall to be built. The West of Cardonia was given to those with Pure Mystic blood and enchanted creatures, who took their magic with them. The East was taken over by Xareans, who made the Empire. To pacify the mortals of the east, the three mystical kings agreed to outlaw the use of magic altogether, ensuring that it would never again be used as a weapon.

As part of his punishment, Stephen was ordered to gather intelligence about the neighbouring kingdoms by speaking with mercenaries on his father's behalf. However, that wasn't all he got for his transgression; as part of his punishment, he had to spend his days patrolling the prison. 

To mask his disgust at the combination of liquor and perspiration, he covered his nose as he waited for the mercenary he had been tasked with meeting in a bar. Since an assassin had been sent to kill him, he donned a black cloak with a hood to conceal his identity. However, the question remained: who had dispatched the hitman, and why?

“They found Lewis this evening, just outside the Dunwich Forest, dead.” 

Stephen glanced up from his glass of rum, which he had no plans of finishing, and saw three men sitting at the table across from him, all of their cheeks stained red from the alcohol they had consumed.

“Dead?” a low ranking guard said, one with brown hair and a soft face, “He wasn’t just dead. Lewis was unrecognisable, his flesh chewed up like wild dogs had a go at him, and then torn to pieces.” 

Stephen hid his participation in the talk by lowering his head so that others around him would not notice that he was listening in. It seemed unthinkable since wild dogs could never act in such a way unless they were provoked. Not to add the fact that the Dunwich Forest did not have any feral dogs living there. 

“You know what that means,” the young one went on, “The other Kingdoms must be near. An attack will—”

“Not sure this is the right conversation to be having out in public.” one of the older guards cut in and looked around. The mercenary came just in time and assumed the position directly opposite to Stephen, thereby obstructing the vision of the other three men. In the presence of Stephen, he made a polite gesture of bowing his head, and the Prince dismissed him by waving his hands.

“So. . . they found a man’s corpse in the forest?” Stephen asked the latter. There was not the slightest shred of doubt in anyone's mind that the mercenary was already aware of this. The news spread like wildfire very quickly. Stephen suddenly found himself wondering how many individuals his father had threatened to silence in order to prevent his affair with Christine from becoming public knowledge. It wasn't to protect the reputation of his son; it was to protect his own.

“Does the attack have anything to do with Yelenet and Eivengard?” Stephen asked again.

“There's a possibility. No one really knows what they are planning,” the mercenary said, his face like stone. “We have no idea whether King Baron is losing control of their beasts or if these are deliberate attacks. An old Xarean aristocrat I was guarding said things had been growing worse for the previous half-century. Two weeks ago, he boarded a boat to the south and advised me to do the same. Just before he left, he revealed that he'd heard that a group of daevas had broken through the wall at night and destroyed half of his town.”

“Daeva?” The air came into Stephen. He had an idea that there was a wide variety of demons and creatures, but he could only identify a limited group. The mercenary’s night-dark eyes flickered. 

“Ancient demonic creatures of shadow, they're savage, animalistic, nasty attitudes— kinda like demonic pit bulls. Similar to hellhounds and unlike most demons, these demons do not need a host to attack humans. They left the villagers in literal ribbons, the nobleman said.” Stephen’s stomach turned. This is what their Field Marshal, Wong, has been training him for—his father was unaware that he was being taught magic because it was forbidden, especially when the Kingdom is tight with religious beliefs.

“So we don’t know what all these attacks mean,” the mercenary went on, “other than more jobs for me, and make sure ye’ keeping well away from the borders. Especially if their armies start turning up. Baron would make the daevas seem like dogs.” Stephen studied his scarred hands, chapped from the cold.

“Have you ever faced another type of entity?” 

His eyes shuttered. “Ye’ don’t want to know, Prince—not unless ye’ want to be hurling up ye’r breakfast. Are ye’ gonna drink that?”  The mercenary gestured towards the glass of rum Stephen hadn't touched and the Prince shook his head.

No one in the plaza dared to talk about it, much alone to go any closer, in the event that anybody had witnessed what was going on. Stephen can't take it for one more minute. The mercenary's words prompted him to rise from his seat, and he stood firm. The plan was for your brother to come to get you up tomorrow morning and bring you back to Xarean for a break. The knowledge that such beings exist left him feeling nauseous. It was a stroke of luck that they weren't anywhere near Black Eagle Woods.

“Thanks for the warnings,” Stephen said. 

The older man brought the glass against his lips and jerked his head, “Good luck.” 

Stephen adjusted his hood further forward to cover his face. On his way out, a stranger wearing a leather maroon jacket accidentally bumped into his shoulder, “Look out where you’re going.” Stephen said.

“My apologies, Sir.” Tom showed that he did not intend any harm by raising both of his hands in the air. Taking his departure, Stephen cast a cursory look at the man. As he mounted his horse, he saw the stranger looking about as if he had never been there before.

“Are you lost?” Stephen engaged with the stranger which caused the latter to turn around.

“Me? Oh no, no, I’m just waiting for a friend of mine.” Tom answered Stephen casually. Stephen squinted his eyes, this man looks oddly familiar.

“You look familiar, have we met before?” 

“I look familiar to many people, I guess I have a common face. And no, I don’t believe we’ve met before or else I would’ve greeted you.” The latter smiled politely. 

Another man came out from the pub without recognizing Stephen, "Your Hi—" 

Stephen lifted his head while Tom widened his eyes at the man and the latter instantly corrected himself, "Sir Thomas, long time no see, shall we?" The man tried his best to hide his panic as his gaze bounced on and off Stephen. 

"It was nice meeting you, sir." Tom nodded his head to Stephen and went inside with the so-called "friend" of his.

Stephen cocked his head to the side; there was something suspicious about that person, but he chose to disregard his gut feeling and instead rode his horse back in the direction of the palace to report what he had discovered to his father.

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Tom's military medals were pinned into his uniform, the silver emblems of his specialisations and achievements thumped against his chest as he moved. They were beating like battle drums on his heart now.

“You look glum, brother.” Andrew stormed inside the tent that belonged to his half-brother Tom, sat down in the chair that was directly in front of Tom, and propped his feet up on the table. Tom's mouth twitched in amusement at his younger brother's cavalier attitude, but he couldn't show it since he was too focused on the issue at hand, which was getting his people to safety.

“And you look like our world is not collapsing around us," Tom closes the scroll he was reading and puts it away. This edict was written by their father four winters before the Yelenites were betrayed and invaded, therefore he must have had some kind of premonition about what was about to happen.

“Oh you should relax. You’ll live longer.” Andrew then flung a berry into the air and waited for it to land in his mouth when it dropped from the air.

“Relax? It took us two weeks to get these people somewhere safe and I don’t know if Eltham would be kind enough to consider helping us since we don’t have any relationship with them.”

“Look, Baron’s just another warmonger with no war to fight—we don’t need Eltham’s help.”

“No, you don't know him like I do. He changes location and routines by the hour. We'd be foolish not to take necessary risks—Father needs us, so let's get one thing straight, "we" will play by my rules. Do you understand brother?”

“You sound just like father right now,” Andrew shook his head and took his feet off the table, “and I understand. Get Eltham’s stamp of approval and then overthrow Baron.”

Overthrow Baron Mordo. Tom liked the sound of that term more than "war," and he is willing to do all it takes to send an unthinkable amount of misery and fire down onto the maniac. Tom reached beneath the table and pulled out a sceptre, which he then placed on the surface of the desk in front of Andrew.

“And what in the name of Hecate is that?” When Andrew was shown the sceptre that had a shining blue gemstone on it, he retreated and leaned away from it.

“I believe it’s new magic, I stole it from Baron before we fled,” Tom explained, “Some kind of mind control, I think he was planning to use it to create an army and used it to usurp father.” 

Now that Tom had taken one of the most important weapons out of Baron's arsenal, he was certain that Baron would rely on terror to gather his forces. It was just as if there had been a battle that had never even taken place. Everything that their people have been through over the last two years, including being robbed from their houses and being left to decay by the Yelenites, and the Yelenites have merely referred to it as an epidemic. Baron believes that he can raise an army using Eivengard, and the book that he used to teach himself magic is the first step he is taking in gearing up for this war.

“You know you don’t always have to do things alone.” Andrew informed his brother as Tom emerged from the tent where he had just finished changing out of his uniform. 

“I need you here Andrew, when I’m not around, you’re in charge.” Tom patted his younger brother’s shoulder.

“You mean in charge under the supervision of General Fury? Pft. So much for being in charge.” Andrew huffed and handed Tom essentials for his short travel inside Eltham’s Kingdom. 

Tom elicited a short laugh and ruffled Andrew’s hair which got his hand slapped off in return, “His suggestions just sound like orders—you should be used to that by now.” 

“Sure. . .” Andrew paused as Tom swiftly mounted his horse, “Please stay safe, brother. With our father left behind. . . you’re the only one I got left to lean onto.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t get my title as escape artist for nothing—if I’m not back by late evening, I give you permission to find me.” Tom pulled on the horse’s reins, Andrew walked with him just until they reached where the illusion ended.

“I’m not waiting that late—As soon as the skies turn black, best know that I’ll be on my way.” 

Tom chuckled and agreed in defeat, “Alright, you know where to find me." He whipped the reins of his horse and galloped away, leaving behind the protection of his illusion. He was going to meet up with Sir Oscar Isaac, who was one of his men who his father had ordered to go to Eltham many years before. According to the letters that he has been writing, he has just been promoted to the position of Knight Captain within the Royal Unit. Tom isn't really sure what their trustworthy knight has in store for them, but he's willing to take the chance that Andrew may not approve of.

Tom found the dirt road that Oscar had detailed in his letters after riding through the woods for half an hour. He was told to dress in the garb of commoners so as not to attract any attention and to leave his horse with an Eivengardi couple who also live in a small village just outside the castle town. After that, he was to walk all the way to a pub called "Fox & Hounds," where Oscar had occupied a private meeting room upstairs.

Tom approached the gates of the castle town with trepidation. At those gates, other people were leaving and entering the town, and the guards were holding onto the hilts of their swords while keeping a tight check on everyone. Tom remained inconspicuous by keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact, assuming that no one would recognise him.

"Excuse me, sir!" Tom was singled out by a patrol officer when we passed through the gate coincidentally at the same time. Tom closes his eyes and nearly lets out an expletive under his breath before turning around and flashing a friendly grin.

“Good afternoon, sir.” Tom greeted the younger guard.

“You dropped this.” The guard handed a couple of letters that fell through Tom’s satchel. 

“Oh, thank you very much.” Tom took the letters back hoping the Eltham guard didn’t read any of its contents.

“You ought to get another satchel, sir. There’s a merchant just a few blocks away that sells satchels with great quality leather.” The younger guard advised Tom, pointing to the satchel that now has a significant hole in it, that the bag most likely got caught in a branch when he was riding.

"Thank you, you're very kind." Tom's grin got bigger when he decided to put the letters inside his jacket rather than his pocket. Tom felt like he could finally take a breath after the guard had left and nodded before returning to his post. He turned on his heel and continued to locate the pub. The castle town was larger than he had thought.  The buildings and architecture were roughly identical to what they had back home; the only difference today was that Baron had vandalised what was once a wonderful and peaceful Kingdom. 

Tom was astounded by the fact that they had been able to construct such a sizable kingdom without making use of any magical means for a century. Eivengard closed their Kingdom due to their use of magic a couple of hundred years ago—it just proves his point that magic is not a necessity. 

Tom glanced up and saw the sign for the Fox and Hound tavern; at the same time, he made eye contact with Oscar, who was watching the scene from the window on the second floor. He gave Oscar a subtly acknowledging nod, but he failed to realise that Stephen was walking out, which led to the two of them colliding accidentally.

“You look familiar, have we met before?” Stephen asked him. So much for not being recognised. Tom shook his head, the only thing best to do now is deny—but of course they wouldn’t have met before.

“I look familiar to many people, I guess I have a common face. And no, I don’t believe we’ve met before or else I would’ve greeted you.” Tom smiled politely towards Stephen who was looking uncomfortably wary of him, a pleasant grin in an attempt to gain his trust.

Oscar was in such a hurry to leave the tavern that he failed to recognise Stephen, "Your Hi—" When he saw Tom's anxious expression, he froze in mid-sentence and then quickly rectified himself, saying, “Sir Thomas, long time no see, shall we?”

Tom addressed Stephen before following Oscar inside the noisy pub. He laughed to himself as he glanced about and saw how cheerful everyone was, even if they were singing obscene drinking songs with their friends while downing a pint of beer in the late afternoon.

“Your Majesty, please come this way..” Oscar whispered and ushered Tom upstairs with him in a secluded room used mainly for interrogations. Oscar opened the door for Tom first and then shut it behind him, muffling the singing that was coming from below, “It is with great pleasure to finally see you, Your Highness.”

Oscar put his right hand over his heart and bowed down on one knee in front of Tom before saying, "Rise, Sir Isaac. You are doing the best possible service to our King and our Kingdom."

“Thank you, Your highness,” Oscar rose to his feet, “Please, Sire. Have a seat.” 

Tom complied with his request and sat down on one of the wooden chairs. "By the way," he said, "Congratulations on your promotion."

Oscar chuckled and shook his head, “Thank you. . . My Prince, I will not be beating around the bush. Eltham and Xarean have been keeping a close eye on the exchanges made between Yelenet and Eivengard. It is not in your best interest to directly request assistance from them since they have absolutely no faith in Eivengard.”

Tom clenched his jaw, he never thought this would be easy. Now that he's considering his choices, he's wondering whether or not the Kingdom of Vercide might be prepared to provide support. Or their neighbouring Kingdom, Ravacyn?

“They are on high alert, especially in light of the failed attempt to assassinate the Prince, not to mention the horrible deaths that have been discovered on the city's outskirts.” Oscar broke the bad news to his true Prince, “But do allow me to say a suggestion, my Prince.” 

Tom lifted his gaze, eager to listen to what Oscar had in mind, “I’m willing to listen, proceed.”

“As Knight Captain, I will be recruiting more for the royal knights unit, if I could get you in—”

“You’re suggesting we infiltrate Eltham?” Tom thinned his lips.

“We can relay the information we already know about what really is happening between Eivengard and Yelenet, and what Baron has got planned.” Oscar proceeded with his idea for Tom to enlist in the Royal Knights Unit. Tom wiped his hand over his face—it wasn’t a bad idea but it would take ages.

“Well, looks like we don’t have any other choice—fill me in.” 

“I will write your name in the list that I got, we will be basing your positions on how well you do on the assessments—I suggest you double down on your combat and swordsmanship skills, my Prince. Here, there are seven ranks; Private, Sergeant, Lieutenant, Knight Captain, Knight Commander, Knight General and Knight Marshal.” 

Tom nodded and allowed Oscar to continue, “I am under the King’s unit and Commander Barnes, who will also be an assessor, is under the Prince’s unit. I suggest you choose to go with the Commander, they are more open minded.”

Tom sighed, “You seem confident that I will make it through, Sir Isaac.” 

“I will succeed, my Prince, that is without a doubt in my mind, if the Commander doesn’t choose you then I will. This has to work. . . for Eivengard.”

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Tom returned to his people later that night to make the announcement that he would be going to infiltrate Eltham in order to shift their perspectives with regard to Eivengard and, in essence, encourage them to fight against Baron Mordo. His folks did not seem to be too impressed. They voiced their disdain of their Prince, who had positioned himself on top of a tree stump, preventing Tom from having an opportunity to speak.

“QUIET!” Fury shouted as the people were getting out of hand, “Let his majesty speak!” 

“Thank you, General.” Tom let out a breath and swept his eyes across the gathering of people before continuing, “I know you’re scared and I will not lie to you and say I’m not—because I am terrified. Nobody could have possibly been ready for this. I am not prepared for this. However, this. This is the only safest option we’ve got—not when demons have been released to roam these lands. It is not safe for you to be out there.”

Andrew, who was one of the persons who were unable to accept Tom's plan, glanced at his brother with a very disheartened expression on his face.

“I am not abandoning you,” Tom addressed the crowd but took a long glance towards Andrew, “I am doing this so that we could reclaim our home. I will be leaving at dawn for my enlistment, I will be assessed and if I deem successful, I will become an Eltham Knight. The only favour I ask of you is to keep me updated on what is going on so that I might perhaps sway King Dorian's mind.”

Andrew got up from where he was sitting and started walking away because he was upset, even enraged, over the impulsive choices that his brother had made. Tom's attempts to get his attention were completely disregarded by him.. 

“Andrew! Andrew, listen to me!” Tom screamed in the direction of his younger brother, “Andrew! You will listen to the Crown Prince!” 

Andrew halted and turned around, “Andrew came to a complete stop and spun around, asking, "What? What more do you think I should know? You have successfully proven your argument, brother; congrats; you are deserving of the throne.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Tom wrinkled his brows in apparent irritation at Andrew's snide tone, which caused him to feel somewhat insulted.

Andrew scoffed, “You always leave me behind, Tom. Always three steps ahead. I'll wager one thousand sterlings that you decided this on a whim.” 

"Oh, for the sake of Hecate! If you only let me finish!" Tom pressed the tip of his index finger to the bridge of his nose and said, "I want you to join me."

Andrew's face softened, “What? A-Are you serious?”

“Oh brother,” Tom slowly approached Andrew, “Do I look like I’m joking? Congratulations, you’re enlisted to become an Eltham Knight. Let’s do our worst.” 

The Next Day - Tom

“You boys have everything you need?” Fury asked the two Princes while they tied the laces of their boots, “Wit? Courage? That Sceptre?” 

“I think so.” Tom replied, “What about you little brother?”

“Overflowing, can’t wait to show these Eltham knights the real deal.” Andrew chuckled to himself in a self-satisfied manner as he polished his bow.

“I think that you’re forgetting, Prince Andrew, that you are not there to show off. You are there to hold back and pretend you’re a bit incompetent.” Fury reminded Andrew, in which the lad scowled.

“That’s probably the nicest thing you have said to me, General.” Andrew paused, “I’ll hold back about 20 percent.”

“40 percent.”

“30 percent. Take it or leave it.” Andrew flashed Fury a grin, which was met with a head shake from Fury. Tom couldn't refrain from laughing at the enthusiasm of his brother so early in the morning.

“Me and the men will look forward to your reports, Your Highness. I’ll make sure to keep our people safe.”

“We know you will General,” Tom stood up and chose a sword that was laid out in front but instead, he chose two daggers, “Are you ready to risk your life little brother?”

“Ready to kick some Elthamese ass.” 

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The Evening Before - Stephen

Stephen stormed into the great hall where his father was surrounded by members of the court, including the father of Christine, who Stephen avoided making eye contact with. During the conversation between Marshal Wong and King Dorian, King Dorian looked away from the war table at which the locations of the Yelenite army movements was being discussed when he heard the sound of Stephen barging into the hall.

"Father, may we speak in private?" Stephen asked while still feeling a little out of breath from the sprint he had to take to get there from the main entrance.

The other members of the court turned their attention to King Dorian and waited for his response, "Very well. You have five minutes." Dorian motioned for the men to go, and every one of them, including Wong, made a beeline for the exit.

"Marshal Wong, you can stay." Stephen spoke to Wong, who then turned to the King for authorization. The King showed his agreement with Stephen's statement by nodding, but he remained silent until the very last member of the court had left the hall.

"Speak to me, my son."

"The mercenary has informed me of some horrific news, as well as an assault that took place on the fringes of Dunwich Forest,"

When the subject of an assault was brought up, Dorian's brows wrinkled, and he said, "What kind of attack?"

"People being ripped to ribbons by a beast that cannot be identified. It was referred to as a Daeva by the Mercenary." Stephen began his statement and looked at Wong, who was far more knowledgeable than he was about supernatural beings and creatures, and as soon as he saw the grim expression on Wong's face, Stephen knew without a doubt that the news wasn't a pack of lies.

“A Daeva?” King Dorian’s face shifted to scepticism, “A demon from hell?” 

“Yes.”

“Have you seen one for yourself?” His father asked.

“No.” 

“Then until you face one yourself, there is no reason for me to believe that it’s real.” King Dorian laughed at his son’s ridiculous claims. 

“Do you believe in our elder gods Gaea and Oshtur's father?” Stephen asked once more.

“Yes of course.”

"Have you seen them with your own eyes?" Stephen immediately responded with the identical questions that his father had asked him just a few seconds before. When King Dorian saw that his son had outwitted him, the grin that had been on his face vanished, his face hardening, “You want to believe in Gods, father, then don’t deny the existence of their wicked counterparts.”

“I think what your father meant is, we need to gather more evidence that they do roam these lands.” Wong addressed Stephen before the King snaps, “Isn’t that right? Your Majesty?” 

King Dorian cleared his throat with eyes that’s burning through Stephen, “Yes, that is exactly what I was trying to say.”

Stephen scoffed, “Then prevent (Y/N) from leaving this place—I don’t care if you believe me or not. Demon or no demon, I refuse to put her in harm’s way. I won’t be able to live with myself.” Stephen held his father’s gaze with just as much intensity. King Dorian paid close attention to Stephen's body language and facial emotions, and he concluded that Stephen was highly determined to stick to his word.

“Fine,” King Dorian seethed, “But I shall give you the assignment on catching a Daeva. Prove me wrong.” 

“Consider it done.” Stephen spun around to exit the vast hall, and as he opened the door, the members of the court came tumbling in on top of one other.

“You imbeciles!” King Dorian shouted, “You dare eavesdrop on me and my son’s conversation?!” 

Stephen walked over the fallen dukes, earls, and viscounts as they were forced to face the wrath of his father. He left while shaking his head and walking away. He couldn't wait to get into a good, warm bath and maybe conduct some reading on how to capture a Daeva in the north wing of the palace.

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You were awakened when someone tenderly stroked your face, which caused you to stir in your slumber and slowly acquire consciousness. As you got more awake, the image of your mother, Eleine, became more distinct. You suddenly sprang up with a gasp and asked, "Mother?"

“Long time no see, my sweet.” She said, after hearing her voice you instantly wrapped your arms around her, inhaling the familiar scent that you so longed for, “We thought we could surprise you.”

“I missed you too.” You released a sigh of relief and nestled your cheek against her chest while she hugged your head, “Is Father here as well?” You asked.

Eleine shook her head, “No, he had to attend to his duties back home, it’s just me and James. He’s been dying to see you.” 

You laughed at the thought of James being impatient, “Well I better get ready for the journey then.” 

Eleine held your arm, stopping you from getting out of bed. She tried her best to hide a solemn expression but you knew your mother, even though you haven’t seen her for a year, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. . . I just missed you—anyway, go prepare. Me and Jamie will be waiting for you downstairs.” Eleine smiled and called in your ladies-in-waiting that was waiting just outside the door.

They started your regular routine in the morning, and when they came to the point when they were picking your outfit, you gazed at yourself in the mirror looking sideways, and just as the Physician had indicated, it would be your fourth month. You were startled when you felt a kick, and you said, "Oh my heavens!" 

“Princess! Are you alright?” A hasty exit was made by Asha from your walk-in robe.

"Asha, don't worry about me," You gave a radiant grin and reached for your friend's hand so they could feel your bump. "You can feel it, my child is wide awake."

Asha's expression softened as she waited for the baby to kick, and when it did, she exhaled quietly and said, "So it is." Asha leant down to the level of your tummy and said, "Hey future little prince or princess, don't get too active in there; save it for your birthday."

You smiled and said, "Don't be concerned, he's a good boy."

"A boy? How are you able to tell?" After straightening up, Asha walked up to the younger women and grabbed the dress off of one of them. She then assisted you in putting it on.

"I can't say for sure, but I have a strong intuition about it." You gave a shrug and grabbed onto Asha's shoulders with both hands as you stepped into the dress.

To which she said, "Well, I think you're going to have a wonderful daughter," Asha presented her viewpoint and then carefully pulled the corset in tighter behind you, “How’s that? Not too tight? Can you still breathe?”

You inhaled deeply and then gave a definitive nod.

"When are you going to let everyone know that you're expecting?" Asha stopped what she was doing and looked at your body in the mirror before commenting, "It's beginning to become more visible."

"Asha, I'm afraid I don't know. I simply can't get the feeling that the King and Queen are going to be upset about this."

After snorting unintentionally, Asha quickly covered her lips and apologised to the princess, saying, "My apologies, I just don’t think they would feel that way at all.”

“Would you like to leave your hair down your highness?” Keiko asked.

“Yes, I would like to leave my hair down, thank you.” You gave a kind grin before turning to Asha and said, "It's alright Asha, I told you to abandon your formality when it's only me around."

“Sorry, it’s a force of habit.” Asha chuckled and clasped the lock your mother gave you, “There, all set. Queen Eleine and Prince James will be waiting for you at the dining hall.”

“Great! I’ll go ahead, no need for you to escort me.” You grabbed the skirt of your dress and hurried towards the dining hall. You were greeted by servants and members of the court that were in the palace the whole way to the dining hall, and when you finally arrived at the entrance, your heart began to race.

The door was opened for you by the security personnel, and Jamie immediately sprang up from his seat to give you a big embrace and say, "I am so delighted to see you." While he was doing this, he lifted you off the ground ever-so-slightly.

“I am so happy to see you too.” You replied, squeezing him with your arms as tightly as you could, “Let’s eat, I’m famished—we can catch up afterwards.” 

“Of course,” James held your hand and led you to your seat. You were so happy that you didn’t even notice Stephen’s presence in the room. 

“Your Royal Highnesses, The King and Queen will be five minutes late.” The herald announced after politely walking in. Now the room consisted of you, Stephen, James and your mother. 

“So when are we leaving for Xarean?” You twisted your body slightly towards James.

“You aren’t.” Stephen answered before James could and the Xarean Prince turned to Stephen with a puzzled look on his face.

“What do you mean she isn’t? We came all the way here to collect her. She will be coming with us.” James argued, his words final. 

Stephen shook his head, “No. She isn’t.” 

“The King has allowed me to go. You can’t stop me from going with my family.” You answered this time, placing your hand over James to prevent him from talking.

“And my father can take his words back.” 

“What’s your reason? Has my sister not suffered enough from your actions?” James tilted his head, attention was now fully locked into Stephen. When he had heard about what happened, James was livid and yet he couldn’t do anything. 

“It’s too dangerous to travel, right now. There have been multiple attacks from an unidentified creature.” Stephen informed you of the news in which your brother knew of because it started in Xareann. 

“Really? Then can you justify why my sister almost died for you inside these walls the night you betrayed her?” James got up from his seat, his voice thick with displeasure. 

“Why don't you sit down, Prince James, and show some respect inside my home?” 

“I’ll show you mine when you show me yours,” James quips, and then adds, “Prince Stephen.” but he sounds anything but polite. You weren’t sure of what to do, Stephen knows how protective James could be.

To stop things from escalating, you pipe up and say, “James, he’s already being punished for his choices.” 

It’s as if your brother couldn’t hear you and points at Stephen with a jutting finger, “My little sister isn’t your property!”

“James, sit back down.” Queen Eleine’s gentle voice commanded and pulled on her son’s tunic.

Stephen shrugs and glances at you, “She never was but last time I checked the law says she now resides here.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass.”

“Better a smart-ass than a dumb-ass.” Stephen retorted. Oh that was a bad thing to say. Jame’s expressions go from angry to furious.

“(Y/N), grab your things. We’re leaving whether he likes it or not.” James tugged you by the wrist and you stood up with him leading you towards the door. 

“She will not take one step out of this palace.” Stephen wasn’t going to allow this to happen and went after the both of you.

James' face was scrunched up in anger and drew his sword and pointed it towards Stephen’s throat, “Oh yeah? Why don’t you try and get through me first if you’re so tough now.” 

The palace guards also drew their swords but Stephen raised his hand to prevent them from attacking. You swallowed thickly, this was getting out of hand, “Jamie, please don’t.” 

Stephen wouldn't have a chance against James since James was the most ferocious warrior in your kingdom and he was personally taught by your father when he was just eight years old. He was specifically groomed by your father to become a weapon and to excel in all aspects of battle expertise.

The space was big enough for the two of them to have a fight without anybody else being injured.  Stephen removed his dark cloak, revealing a man dressed in a black tunic and long, tight-fitting tan trousers.  He took the long sword out of its sheath and carefully withdrew it from its sheath on his belt. The blade created a hissing whisper as it was withdrawn from the scabbard. Through it all, James maintained a steady focus on Stephen the whole time.

“Don’t hold back or I am going to break you.” James taunted Stephen.

"James, there is no need for this! Prince Stephen, please do not engage." Queen Eleine stood up, head turning between both men who acted like they're deaf. 

James charged straight at Stephen. Right as he was about to approach him, he dived and twirled right before slashing downward with the sword. When Stephen blocked an attack with his sword, the blade let out a loud shriek as it came into contact with the metal, which caused sparks to shoot into the air. James was swift and swiped at the Eltham Prince with an uppercut, attempting to catch Stephen from stem all the way to the stern.

Stephen evaded the blade by stepping to the right just the proper amount, and it came within a whisker's width of missing his face.

Quickly, before James could counter with a follow-up, Stephen forcefully punched James in the solar plexus, which knocked the wind out of the Prince and stunned him for a short moment.

The fight had taken James and Stephen dangerously close to the table and Stephen had his back almost to the wall, despite his counter offensive. Your mother has taken you with her far away from the two men but didn't leave the room, you refused to.

Stephen had a choice to move right or left, behind or in front of James' body. Moving in front of the man exposed him to the possibility of being injured by the man's weapons, but it also allowed him to bring his own into play. Moving behind James would put his own back to the man. Stephen quickly dodged to the left as the sword came flying down at him.

As he moved, his left hand came up, and his blade slashed across close to James' neck.  Stephen had no additional chance to study his strike since James' sword was flying by his nose at the time. Metal reverberated off metal, and there was no trace of blood elsewhere on his body. It was only his natural intuition that had cautioned him to take a step back. The blade of the sword was already so close to his face that it was only separated from it by the breadth of one finger.

The quick attack had opened Stephen up for another attack and James obliged him after dropping his sword, putting a simple sidekick into the Prince’s stomach, doubling him over.  James followed that up with a quick rising uppercut.

Stephen then extended his right hand, and his fist smashed itself onto James' throat.  James had taken worse, but the blow made his throat close. Gagging, he felt his grip on the hilt of his sword, loosen. James just about managed to tuck his chin in this time, but Stephen struck him once more. It happened once, then twice: Stephen's fist raked over his jaw.

After James took a step back, Stephen pounded him with sharp punches to push his advantage and finish the fight. They weren’t terribly powerful hits, but the flurry of punches kept him off balance, forcing him to retreat. Letting go of his sword James managed to grapple Stephen. He encircled Stephen's right arm with his left arm, trapping the man's elbow against his side in the process.

"How about I break something of yours for breaking my sister's heart?" James seethed at Stephen's ear as the latter groaned and spat, slamming his weight against James in an effort to overpower him and take control of the grapple. 

You were aware that this manoeuvre would result in Stephen breaking his arm if James was successful in lifting him up, so you yelled, "James, stop it!" You were able to free yourself from your mother's grasp, and you headed straight for the two guys.

"(Y/N)! Get back here!" Queen Eleine yelled.

"James I said stop!!" You repeated it, but your brother merely responded by increasing his pressure on Stephen, "James, I'm carrying his child inside me! Let him go!"

Even though Stephen was aware of it, his eyes opened in surprise at the same moment as Jamie's, who, upon hearing the news, relaxed his grip on Stephen. Queen Eleine mumbled something under her breath as she tried to process the information that had just been shared.

"What is going on here?!" Dorian spoke not too long after he and his wife entered the room. When King Dorian saw the damage, his face immediately turned a bright shade of crimson.

James let Stephen go and then picked up Stephen's sword from where it had fallen. He did not seem to be afraid of Dorian and approached the King while returning his weapon to its scabbard. "Congratulations, your highness, you're going to be a grandfather," he said as he stood face to face with the elder man.

The colour left Dorian's cheeks, while his wife displayed the same expression as your mother did, "Stephen. Is this true?" 

Stephen cast a quick look in your direction as you closed your eyes, a tear rolling down your face, "Yes. He speaks the truth."

The tension on King Dorian's face caused him to scrunch up his face and pinch the bridge of his nose; he was certain that he was beginning to get a migraine at this point. "You!" Dorian addressed the herald.

"Yes? Your Highness," he reported in front of the King.

"Get the messenger to bring in Lady Lazarescu—have her prepare the Royal wedding in a week." The King ordered and the herald went forth to find the palace messenger, "Princess (Y/N), Prince Stephen. Head up to my office, I need a word with both of you."

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You and Stephen sat in complete silence in front of the King, attempting to avoid making eye contact with him. You were starting to feel the tension build up inside of you and prayed that he would just talk now. After a few seconds, there was a loud knocking sound coming from the door, and there was Commander Barnes and Captain Isaac.

"Come in." The frigid silence was broken by King Dorian, and then four men entered the room.

"Your Highness," The men said in unison and bowed their heads to Dorian. 

"At ease." During his address to the knights, King Dorian stated, "There has been an alarming rate of reported attacks within Eltham and Xarean, and in the light of my son's assassination attempt, I ordered the leaders of the Royal Knights to recruit more men and women—they hand-pick the fiercest warrior they could find to be your wardens."

King Dorian made a gesture for Commander Barnes to step forwards and present Stephen's warden. "My Prince, this is Lieutenant Andrew Garfield. He is a superb marksman and has shown exceptional proficiency in stealth and hand-to-hand combat," 

Andrew leaned in against Ben and whispered "And impressive reflexes." 

"In addition to that, he has remarkable reflexes." Ben was added, which prompted Stephen to make a scowling face since it was unnecessary information.

"It is a pleasure to be of service to you, Prince Stephen," Andrew lowered his head respectfully, acting every bit the part of a classic knight.

"I look forward to working with you in the future." Stephen provided a response.

King Dorian then gestured for Captain Isaac to introduce his new Lieutenant, "Your highness, Princess, I would like to introduce you to your personal guard,  Lieutenant Thomas Hiddleston. He scored highest in swordsmanship. . . ."

As soon as you looked up, his eyes clicked onto yours and whatever Captain Isaac was saying all faded to grey. You feel as if your air is being sucked out of your body and everything stops moving for a split second. It is as if you are staring at him through a telescope that is zoomed all the way in and the world is stopping for that little moment.

From Tom's perspective, the instant you turned your face towards the light, everything came to a standstill. The beat of his heart, the pump of his lungs, the march of time. The effect of seeing you again had such a profound influence on him that he was shocked that his fingers could keep playing without pausing. Tom's eyes were wandering aimlessly, adrift and untethered in the shimmering lagoon that was your steady, even gaze. Your eyes were enormous and a magnificent shade of green. It had the same bright shade of green as trees in dreams have. It had the same shade of green that the ocean would have if the ocean were flawless.

Stephen noticed this exchange and saw how you appear to shine like a beacon. Stephen had always known you were beautiful—But how had he always known? Has there been a moment he has realised it?— But at this moment, the sight of your long lashes fluttering to brush your cheeks, followed by your eyes opening completely in Tom's direction as your tiny, round lips contracted into an instant and knowing smile— struck him like a brutal blow. You couldn't turn away from the eyes that held you. Eyes as deep as the blue sea, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold. From the golden silk flowers braided into your black hair to the ribbons and beads on your golden gown, you exude an aura of fire, or more specifically, heat and light.

"Have you met each other?" King Dorian broke the trance between the three of you.

You slowly broke away your gaze from Tom towards King Dorian, "No, my King." A lie slipped from your lips without a thought.

"But I have, you’re the man from yesterday." Stephen squinted his eyes and Tom's azure orbs followed his gaze and moved to Stephen.

"Indeed so. My deepest apologies for not recognizing you, my Prince." Tom offered his apologies.

"Where are you from? Why did you enlist yourself?" Stephen disregarded the latter's apologies and instead focused on satisfying his own natural curiosity. Andrew cast a quick look in the direction of his brother while attempting to conceal his expression. They were instructed to behave as if they were strangers to one another.

"Stephen, we are not here to interrogate." Dorian butted in before Tom could open his mouth to answer, "From this point forward, you shall not leave the Palace without your Lieutenants, and if they are to be dismissed or require a break, they will be replaced in the time they are gone." 

Stephen objected, saying, "This is ludicrous. You stated we're hiring men and women; thus, why would you offer (Y/N) a man? What about Natasha? Or Yelena?"

You gave Stephen a grimace as you slowly moved your head in his direction as he was working himself up.

"They are assassins; therefore, they have more important responsibilities. Stephen, do you have any issues with the choices that the Captain has made?" King Dorian questioned, "Like I said, they were picked because they demonstrated great talents, nothing more, and nothing less."

Oscar started to make a suggestion, "Maybe I could arrange a lady—" but Dorian stopped him off mid-sentence.

"No need for that, Captain. They will be starting today.” 

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Two years ago - Stephen’s Flashback.

“Wait.” Just behind you, his heavy footsteps came to a rest. "There are things for us to talk about."

Things. The sound of the word was never before so tedious. You didn't even bother to turn around. "Is that so?"

"New arrangements have been made."

“Arrangements?” Your stomach began to churn as you turned, “You are referring to my new warden, right?”

“You disobeyed me this morning. I told you not to go towards the north wing.” 

Shit. You seem to have forgotten that you are constantly being monitored . . . that didn’t work for you. Didn’t work for you at all. You had plans for today evening, one of which included making a brief excursion to the off-limits higher levels, and you were determined not to let some self-important jerk get in your way. If you were correct and the North Wing Tower did in fact possess some kind of magic, then exploring there on your own was the only way to go.

While you were deliberating over a response, you took your time to carefully remove your boots' laces and place them next to the entrance of your restroom. Bringing your hair to the top of your head and tying it back. Take off the covering from the dressing that is on your arm. He was really patient as he waited for you to generate an answer. Damn him. After trying every possible course of action, you made the decision to turn back. You may be able to... dissuade him against doing it. Surely he didn't want his brand-new fiancee to spend absurd amounts of time with another man after you're engaged? You weren't under any illusions about his feelings for you; nonetheless, men of the Church had a tendency to be territorial of the things they claim to own.

“Go ahead, then.” You displayed a lovely grin. “Bring him in. For your sake, he'd best be attractive.”

His eyes became stern, and he moved past you in order to turn off the water tap.

"Why would it be important for him to look attractive?" Stephen questioned, at which point you made your way to the bedroom, flopped down on the mattress, and turned over onto your stomach before placing a pillow under your chin. You fluttered your lashes in his direction.

"Well, it seems like we are going to be spending a significant amount of time together. . . .unchaperoned."

He tightened his jaw so tightly that it seemed as if it was about to break in two, “He is your chaperone.” 

“Mhm, Mhm,” You waved a hand. “Do proceed.” 

"He goes by the name of Peter. He's seventeen—” 

“Oooh.” You waggled my brows, smirking. "Only a year younger than me?"

"He's more than competent in every way—"

"I don’t mind younger men." You chose to disregard his reddening visage and instead attentively tapped your lip, “Easier to train that way.” 

“—and in terms of his potential, he shows a tremendous deal of promise—” 

“Perhaps I’ll give him his first kiss,” You mused, with the sole intention of enraging him. “No, I’ll do him one better—I’ll give him his first devil’s tango.” 

The normally articulate Prince was unable to finish his sentence, eyes boggling.

“Wh—what did you just say?” Does he have problems with his hearing? It reached a point where it was concerning. 

"Oh, Prince,no need to act so prim and proper," You sprang up and crossed the room with your eyes fixed on the notebook that was inside one of his pockets before grabbing it away from him. It was a journal that was full of love notes written for none other than Lady Christine Palmer. You laughed ironically at the situation. It is hardly surprising that he despised you.

“‘February twelfth—God took extra care in shaping Christine’” His pupils ballooned out of all proportion as he made a mad dash for the journal. You ducked—cackling as you did so, and dashed into the restroom, where you locked the door behind you. He beat his hands on the wood repeatedly. 

“Give that back!!” 

You cracked a wry smile and went on to read: "'I wish to gaze upon her face again. There cannot be anything more stunning than her grin, with the possible exception of her eyes. Or her laugh. Or her lips.’ Whoa, Prince Stephen. Is it not blasphemous to fantasise about a woman's lips? If King Dorian were here, what would our dear King Dorian say?”

“Open. This. Door.” When he hammered on the wood, it flexed. “Right now!” 

“However, I worry that I'm acting in a self-centred manner.  Christine has made it quite plain to me that my place is in my Kingdom.’” 

“OPEN THE DOOR—” 

“‘Her selflessness is admirable, but I just cannot agree with her. To put it bluntly, any solution that drives a wedge between us is no solution at all.’” 

“I’M WARNING YOU—” 

“Oooooh You’re warning me? What are you going to do? Break down the door?” There was an increase in the volume of your laughter. "Go ahead and do it. I dare you."

You refocused on the entry you were reading and proceeded to read the rest of his diary, "I can't help but think about her sometimes. The days and nights seem to run together and I can't seem to get my mind away from remembering her. This disrupts my training. I have lost all my appetite. I have a problem falling asleep. 'She is the only one.' I swear to God, this is becoming bleak. Certainly romantic, but yet a little too exaggerated for my liking.—” 

The wooden door was shattered by the impact of a big object. Repeated blows from your enraged fiance's arm crashed through, eventually creating a big opening through which his dazzling red face could be seen. Before he could reach your neck, you let out a guffaw and threw the notebook through the splinters. His nose took the impact, and the book slipped across the floor. You'd think he would have cursed if he weren't so annoyingly moral. He unlocked it by stretching an arm through it, then scurried inside to grab the notebook.

“Take it.” You almost fractured a rib from laughing so hard you couldn't breathe, "I can't take any more reading. It's truly rather heartfelt. If it were possible, her letters are probably, significantly worse. He glared at you and moved in closer.” He snarled and advanced on you. 

“You read my private...my own...!” 

"How else could I get to know you?" You asked in a sweet tone while circling around the tub. His nostrils expanded, making him appear more likely to breathe fire than anybody else you've ever met. Indeed, you had met several people who resembled dragons. 

“You—you—” Apparently, he was at a loss for words. Your anticipation of the inevitable caused me to brace myself. "You witch!"

The worst thing that a decent person like your fiancée could think of. In other words, a witch. You were obviously grinning at that point.

“See? You've spent a lot of one-on-one time with me, and now you really know me,” You gave him a knowing wink as you danced around the tub together, “You're smarter than you seem,”

He stared you down, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He kept staring blankly for a few more seconds before finally closing them. His vision suddenly sharpened, and his hold on the diary became so tight that it almost tore in two. Angry, he turned on his heel and marched back into the bedroom.

“Expect Peter any second now. He'll take care of the door.” 

“Wait—what?” You quickly shut down your laughing and followed him, avoiding the splinters in the wood, “You still want to leave me with a guard? I will corrupt him!” You shouted an empty threat. He reached for his coat and buried his arms within.

“I told you,” he snarled. “You broke trust. There's a limit to how much I can keep an eye on you. If I need anything done, Peter will take care of it," He flung open the door to the hall and called out, "Peter!"

A young knight popped his head a few seconds later. His dark, wavy hair was falling in his eyes. In spite of his scrawny build, he was strikingly attractive, his flawless complexion and long, curling eyelashes giving him an almost androgynous appearance.

“Yes, Your highness?” 

“You’re on guard duty now.” When he stared back at you, your irritated fiance's eyes were as sharp as knives. “Keep an eye on her and don't let her go.” There was no counterargument to his statements. You may have felt bad for the kid if he hadn't ruined your plans for the evening.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t listen to a word she says, and make sure she stays put.” 

Peter and you stood there silently watching him shut the door. Right. No problem here. To say you were flexible would be an understatement. You rolled over on the bed and sighed dramatically, "This should be great."

Peter immediately straightened up at your words. " I'm sorry, Princess, I can't speak with you."

This caused you to snort. "If you're not permitted to speak, this will become really boring." 

“Well, I’m not.” 

Charming. There was utter silence between you. You pounded the bedposts with your kicking feet. He avoided glancing in your direction.

You waited for quite some time before finally asking, "Is there anything to do here?"

His mouth thinned. “Please, stop talking.” 

“Maybe a library?” 

“Stop talking!” 

"It's been a while since I've been outdoors, and I really miss it. Some sunlight and open air," You nodded at his flawless complexion and said, "You may want to wear a hat, however."

“As if I'd take you outdoors,” he sneered. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

You perked up eagerly, "I am not, either. Believe me, I recognize that there is no way I can outwit you. To put it bluntly, you're uh. . . too tall. Your strong, powerful legs could easily outrun me."

Though he grimaced, you gave him an appealing grin. "Why don't you give me a tour of the North wing instead if you don't want to take me outside?" He shook his head, nevertheless.

"Prince Stephen warned me that you're cunning," he said.

"It's not really tricky to ask for a tour, Peter—"

“No,” he said firmly. “We’re not going anywhere.” 

Your grin vanished and just began humming a song until—

“No humming either.”

You ignored him, “Try to see whether he can manage this ass, and I probably caused him a panic attack. Apologies if I gave you an erection; you must’ve thought I was telekinetic—”

“Stop!” His complexion was so ablaze in crimson that it resembled that of your fiancée. "What exactly are you up to? That—really that's inappropriate!”

"Of course, it is. It's a song from a tavern!"

"You've gone to a bar?" he asked, flabbergasted. "But you're a lady, and a Princess!"

It required every ounce of your strength to keep from giving a smirk or rolling your eyes. Whoever it was who educated these men about women was horribly out of touch with what really happens in the world. It was almost as if they'd never had any interaction with a female before. A genuine woman, as opposed to Christine's implausible idealised self.

You owed this wretched young lad a lesson.

"Peter, there are a lot of ladies at pubs. We are not what you may believe us to be. We are capable of doing all that you are, and maybe even better. You should realise that there is a whole other world outside of your religion. If you were interested, I could show you."

His features became more ruddy, despite the fact that he had just become more serious. “No. No more chatting. Do not continue to hum. No more singing. Just—just stop being yourself for a bit, eh?

You stated it with all seriousness, "I can't make any guarantees. . . But if you gave me a tour . . ."

"Not happening."

Fine.

“I can't bear it, just one night me,” You bellowed, “Clink the glass and give me a sip. Tell me what’s your kink and give me your di—”

"STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW." Peter's cheeks began to flame again as he waved his hands about. "I'll take you on a tour, but you have to promise to quit singing about... that!"

You got to your feet, brought both of your hands together, and smiled broadly.

Voilà.

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Next Chapter (Preview)

After travelling for a few hours to Autumn shore, you no longer need to depend on your imagination to understand what Tom had meant when he stated that you would be riding with him. 

There wasn't much room to move between the two of you. Although you sat up straight and tried your best to ignore the sensation of Tom's arm being wrapped around your waist, the pace was challenging. Even though it wasn't a full gallop, the rigid stance rapidly became difficult and painful since you weren't accustomed to the way a horse moved this slow. With each passing hour, you inched closer to Tom until eventually, your back was plastered against his chest, and your hips were cradled by his thighs. At some point, the hood of your cloak had slipped off your head, and you chose to go about without it, in part because you were curious to feel the breeze on your face.

And in part due to the fact that each time Tom bent down to talk to you, you were able to feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. You'd be correct. This was completely unsuitable for a woman who was engaged to be married. Or, at least the way it felt to be held by him felt inappropriate for you.

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

You said you’re working on so many stories. Could you tell us a few so we can get excited for them hehe

25 / 06 / 2023

ASK ANSWERED

I have currently more than 150 stories i am working on. That's why i spent times on it. I would like to thanks you for your interest on my stories.

I have stories about feet, about BNWO and also many surprises : there will be some sequels about stories. For example the awaited Part 2 of JONAS AND THE FAT MEN, and also a Part 2 of my gay story inspired by BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.

By the way if you have suggestions and ideas about what could happen in BEAUTY AND THE BEAST part 2... : in this story you'll see the life of Beau (male version of Belle) is now a days that he is married to Gaston and he have two sons with him. I thought maybe i could add the French Revolution in it and Gaston and Beau and their sons have to travel around France to go to America.

There is also HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY and CELEBRITIES IN LOVE. I mainly got requests about these.

Paul Walter Hauser, Joshua Bassett....

I got a request about Kylian MBappe x Male reader, Nick Pulos x male slave....

Stories about Asian supremacy

Stories inspired by

There is also my MCU GAY INTERRACIAL project with my friend @blacksuperiority. I wanted to write about King T'Challa of Wakanda / Black Panther being in love with Agent Everett Ross, and we had a lot of ideas about this project which means a lot to us. Maybe Miles Morales with a gay version of Gwen Stacy as a slutty gay male snowbunny

Someone even asked me to write about Sam Wilson enslaving Steve Rogers. I answered him by an extract of a love story between them, even if not a lot of persons liked it

- I am also writing several collaborations. Mostly about farts, cuckold, feet...

- Stories inspired by tv series :

Glee : Kurt Hummel in love with David

Game of Thrones : Renly's feet slave

And many short stories about feet / farts.

HERE ARE IDEAS FOR FUTURES STORIES

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL (2006-2008) : its my childhood and part of why i am so gay 😅

all these muscled men, the iconic Sharpay Evans, her twin brother Ryan who is supposed to be gay even though he dates a cute girl, Troy who was one of my first crushes, all the songs that i knew by heart and that i sang in song shamelessly with my friends 🤣

My ideas for an HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL story would be

-- Troy Bolton and his childhood Chad Danforth best friend falling in love / using a slave

- Why it could be good : they have a great chemistry and they are very dominant

- Why i may not write it : because i doesnt have any idea for the plot (them graduating and falling in love and / or using a loser slave when they are at university?)

-- Ryan Evans in love with Troy Bolton : maybe Ryan secretly loves Troy

-Why it could be good : because i love the (lack of) chemistry between these characters

, and i think a lot of gays guys would recognize themselves in the love of a gay guy from. It could be funny to see Ryan and Sharpay competing for the same guy

- Why i may not write it : because i don't want to be make this love story toxic, I want to show that Troy was secretly in loves with Ryan (maybe by alternating the pov)

-- Sharpay Evans and Zeke Baylor : because i am an addict to interracial porn and at the same time their love is pure and underrated. It could be a story where they finally become an official couple. It would be funny to see this rich asservative white woman date a black man who isnt even hunky or masculine but who is funny and kind, protective and loves he

-- Chad Danforth and Ryan Evans : of course there is their song I don't dance, but also it would be funny to see them dating.

- Why i find it intersting : because i love the contrast between the skinny effeminate classy rich white boy into arts and the muscular masculine poor black man into sports.

It could be funny to see Ryan dates Chad while Sharpays dates Zeke, so their conservative rich white parents see their only childs marry two muscular black men

--- DESCENDANTS (2015-2019) : it was interesting movies, not good, not bad, i hoped it would be better since it was made Kenny Ortega who directed HSM movies.

-- my idea would be to write about Chad Charming who would be a narcistic bully, a white privileged prince who uses a (male / female) loser as his homework slave as he did with Evie, or maybe he ends being in love with his loser slave.

I chosed him because he is the most handsome man according to me.

It could also be a femdom story about him being enslave by Audrey (Aurora's daughter), who could even humiliate him with Jay.

Chad could be Audrey and Jay's pet slave who lick their feet and follow them obediently

-- I had begun a story about Harry Hook being in love with Ben, Beauty and the Beast's son

This story would have been about their love story and Harry becoming Prince consort

I love the contrast between a prince charming and an evil pirate

There was such an homoerotism between them

i havent continued it because i wasnt inspired enough. But some people told me i should write about the handsome actor Thomas Doherty who plays Harry Hook, so maybe i'll continue it.

--- LIVE ACTIONS

i am far from loving all the live actions. there is live actions of animated movies, and there is movies with actors but not adapted from animated movies (Mary Poppins, Enchanted is my favorite, Pirates of the Caribean...)

There has been good propositions (Cinderella is the best, Maleficent, Alice in Wonderland, Cruella and 101 Dalmatians with Glenn Close) and some were kind of awful (Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, Aladdin). Maybe in some years we will see them and like them all

so i havent a lot of ideas with the characters of live actions

I am interested upcoming Hercules, and i planned on writing a Hercules multiverse story

My story would have been about the different cinematographic version of Hercules meeting and showing their differences (those who are bi, gay, straight, with slaves....).

-- Prince Anders from Aladdin (2019). A minor character but he is kind, sexy and funny.

I love furs coats and i imagine a servant smelling his furs 😍

-- David Gyasi as Percival in Maleficent - Mistress of Evil (2019) was an interesting character. He play the commander of the army of Uthread, the kingdom of King Henry and Queen Ingrith, Prince Philip's parents. He could be the bull of the Queen.

Percival could also be the lover of his son Prince Philip. You know how much i love interracial (gay) couples and hot tall muscled black men. As much as i love Prince Philip's character, i found Brenton Twaithes and Harris Dickinson's versions of him too... wimpy!

In this story Percival could be the bull, humiliates the cuckold dad and the wimp son, taking over the kingdom, (makes Aurora his fuck slave or wife), marry Philip and maybe enslaving him and so the kingdom is ruled by a strong black man.

--- ONCE UPON A TIME (2011-2018) : an amazing series, respectful of the fairytales and the Disney animated movies inspired by them

I already said i want to write a gay story about the Hunstman / the Sheriff Graham. It would have been about him in love with a boy, or him with a male version of Snow White

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[forever1kay]

Could you write Miles Morales x reader headcanons for what he would be like when he gets jealous? Thanks!

Summary: Miles doesn’t like the way your friend is flirting with you right in front of his face.

Pairing: Miles Morales x reader

Notes: Ooh, my first tumblr ask!! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy! I did more of a scenario for a certain event instead of what Miles is like when he’s jealous in general, but that’s only because I already have a “dating Miles Morales would include” headcanon in my drafts which features jealous Miles. Also, please note that you and Miles are aged up to high school students.

Warnings: Confrontation, jealous Miles, your friend is an asshole, public event (11th grade dance), vulgar language, nsfw pickup lines!!

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•Miles had never been jealous during your two years with him.

•Even before the first time a guy hit on you in front of him, he knew he would never lose you to another boy.

•Girls, on the other hand? That was a different story.

•He was aware of your sexuality long before you informed him of it.

•Your best friend could never keep her mouth shut, and it was clear just by seeing the way you carried yourself.

•When you were hit on by a girl for the first time, at least while he was present, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

•(They are a girl biologically, but go by they/them pronouns).

•You knew them from childhood, which was way before knowing Miles and way before he had met them on campus.

•You obviously know them better than he does, so you'll be able to tell if their flirtation is serious or not. But he won’t.

•You'd both been ecstatic when they invited the two of you to their high school's school dance. You are both (or were) friends with a lot of people who go there, so why not?

•For the most part, those friends remained outside for the duration of the dance. Either on the roof or out front.

•But, because you'd just had your hair done and didn't want it to be ruined by the wind or humidity, you persuaded Miles to accompany you and your friend inside.

•At first, he stands by your side awkwardly, but ends up almost choking on his drink when they use the suggestive pickup line:

•"I’m on top of a lot of things, and you could easily be one of them."

•Your cheeks burn (invisibly, of course), and you're grateful Miles isn't aware of it.

•When your friend appears to be reaching to touch you, he grabs onto your side, and you ignore him.

•He is completely oblivious to the majority of the conversation until he hears the two of you talking about having a sleepover.

•He intends to invite himself, but you speak him before he can do so.

•"Next week is fine!" You exclaim. “All I have to do now is ask my mom. You know she doesn’t fuck with the last minute shit."

•"I hope she says yes." Your friend responds. "You know how much I love being in your bed."

•Your eyes expand and Miles becomes even more uncomfortable as the conversation goes on.

•But he doesn't say anything since he doesn't want to upset you.

•He only tightens his grip on you, indifferent to your friend's smirk as they continue to speak.

•Miles isn't sure how much more he can take as their crusty lips spit forth more pickup lines.

•"Come on, baby. Let's go grab something to drink." He suggests.

•You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that he's finally rescued you from this conversation. “Okay.”

•"But I want to dance, y/n/n," your friend complains, innocently fluttering their eyes. "How about you go grab a drink for her?"

•Miles sighs heavily, trying to keep his cool.

•He looks between you and your friend, and you don't seem to be hesitant or uneasy.

•“Fine.” He mumbles before walking away.

•You cut the enthusiastic act the instant he leaves.

•"Look," You speak, getting into their personal space bubble. "You know exactly what you're doing, and I'm not fucking with it. You know I'm in a relationship and that I've already rejected you. Let it go. It's not going to happen, and the way you treated Miles tonight really don’t sit right with me."

•They cock their head to the side.

• "Yet you haven't done anything to put an end to it?"

•"Causing a scene at a public function while being the Vice President's adopted child?" you remark, rolling your eyes incredulously. "I don't think so,"

•“Then if you know there’s nothing you can do, shut up and let it happen.”

•You scoff and raise an eyebrow, clearly annoyed that they believe they can say something like that and get away with it.

•"At this point, I’m way past keeping composure." You mutter under your breath, taking off your shoes and placing them in Miles’ hand when he returns.

•You throw a punch.

•Miles being Spider-Man and all, sensed it coming and caught your fist.

•"You can't do this here, mi amor," He informs you, whispering so that your friend that bitch no longer hears your conversation. "There are people here."

•"But I have to do something!" You whine. "I really don’t fuck with how they’ve acted tonight. This hasn’t happened before.”

•"They most likely have before and you just didn’t realize."

•You gasp in offense. "Are you calling me stupid?"

•“No!” He immediately clarifies. "It's just that you don't pay attention to what's going on around you."

•"That didn't make things any better."

•“Sorry.” He chuckles.

•"Let go of my hand now, will you.”

•"Are you sure you're not going to hurt them?"

•"Perhaps,”

•He lets go of your hand and hands your drink to Avi.

•He then kisses you softly right in front of their face, eliciting just the reaction he wanted.

•He then hands you your shoes and instructs you to get onto his back (which you do), after which he grabs the drink from Avi’s hand.

•"You want this?” He asks you.

•"Nah."

•“Good.”

•He smirks as he pours the drink all over their clothes before leading the two of you out the door.

"I thought you said we wouldn't do anything,"

•"No." He tells you. "I said you wouldn't do anything. I've been looking forward to it all night though.”

•And from there on out, he takes the lead when he’s jealous.

•He’ll make his presence known and then find (a) reason(s) to sneak you away, of course not before doing or saying something to remind (or notify) the flirty person that you’re with him.

© forever1kay 2022 ,

#marvel #miles morales x reader #sony animation #into the spider verse #black!reader #woc!reader #gif #disney #spotify #nick jonas #lovekaia

[lightupthemoon]

This Is Heaven (Kate Bishop x reader)

Summary: Kate comes home after a long day at work. That’s it. 

Warnings: 18+, lots of fluff, a bit of smut, soft!kate bishop x female reader. I'm a little rusty so it might suck.

Word count: around 1.3k

Read on AO3

Author's Note: So, I was bored on a plane and this is what I did. I might have been listening to This Is Heaven by Nick Jonas while I wrote it. It's soft and short, I hope you like it! (Do let me know if I made any mistakes, I proofread a lot but ya never know.)

Your eyes fluttered open from slumber as soon as you felt the blankets slipping away from your body. You weren’t sure of how late it was but you weren’t expecting your girlfriend to come home for the night. The life of a superhero was unpredictable, and while Kate Bishop was the most thoughtful and loving girlfriend anyone could ever ask for, danger didn't just wait for Hawkeye to attend to her personal matters. With groggy confusion written on your face, you turned to your right, and couldn't help the soft smile that appeared on your lips as she came into view.

You could see the brand new patched-up scratches across her cheeks and forehead, and exhaustion was written all over her features but Kate still looked at you with a warm gaze that made your stomach flip. She murmured a small "hey beautiful" as she slipped into her signature purple sweatpants and shirt, a glow of happiness in her eyes for finally getting to spend the night with you.

"You are hugging a pillow again," she pointed out, sitting on the bed and taking the pillow from your firm grip.

"What's wrong with that?" You complained as you let go of it and she smiled, putting the pillow back on her side of the mattress. You felt her weight shift on the bed, and she laid down facing you, her soft minty breath on your face and her intoxicating blue eyes gazing at you lovingly.

"I need cuddles," she simply replied, pecking your lips after the words left hers. 

You sighed content and wrapped your arms around her cold skin, freshly touched by the winter current, and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head. She intertwined her legs with yours, sliding a bit in the bed to hide her face in the crook of your neck. 

You closed your eyes as you asked, "how was work?" and she groaned. You ran your hand up and down her back, soothingly. "That bad?"

The archer hummed in response and placed a kiss on your neck making you adjust your position to give her free range to continue. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Let’s just sleep, then,” You said and she shook her head, continuing with the trail of wet kisses she was leaving on your skin.

“Not yet,” Kate said against your collarbone, the vibrations of her voice making your brain short-circuit. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you,” you managed to say as you felt her nibble on your sweet spot. You shut your eyes and bit on your lip, trying to contain yourself. 

Your resolve flew out of the window when you felt her mouth take yours and any grogginess left from your sleep disappeared as soon as you felt her freezing hands connect with the warm skin under your shirt. Kate’s need for you felt like hunger, an impatience you had not sensed in her since you moved in together all those months ago. Your lips moved like a choreographed dance you had perfected throughout your time together and it always had the same effect—the world would stop turning. Everything but her touch would cease to matter. Time would be frozen at that moment. No missions to attend to, no dangers looming over. It was only you and her. 

Kate pulled away for a moment and tugged at the end of your shirt, making you let go of her briefly as she pulled the piece of fabric off of you. She switched your positions and climbed on top of you, the ends of her long black hair tickling your face as she leaned down and grabbed you by the cheeks for your lips to meet halfway. 

"I've been thinking about doing this all week," she said in a silky voice, her voice an octave lower than usual as her palms slid from your cheeks to your bare chest, tracing your abdomen until they reached the rim of your pajama bottoms. "It's the only thing that has kept me going." 

You whimpered at her words, unable to form a coherent thought with electricity running through your veins as she undid the ribbon that kept your pajamas in place impatiently, slipping down her expert fingers to touch delicately in between your legs over the thin fabric that covered it. She returned her lips to yours and you moaned in her mouth, feeling the heat increasing below, and lost any sort of rationality when you felt her tongue slip between your teeth. Involuntarily, your hips thrust at the rhythm of her teasing fingertips over the clothing, aching for the friction of their touch while your fingers sank into the skin of her waist. You could tell only by the way she smiled against your lips how delighted she was that her urgency had found its way to you. 

In a very Kate Bishop teasing fashion, she abruptly separated from the kiss you were lost in, making you chase after her lips like you did the first time you kissed her. Your eyes shot open and you were met with a mischievous smirk on her face, right as her index finger pulled aside the fabric that separated her touch from your core and she slid inside you, slowly, parting her mouth open in pleasure at how you felt under her touch. You bit your lower lip, trying to contain every inhuman sound about to escape your throat; the tip of her nose brushing against your own. Your eyes met and you needed nothing else to know that she wanted everything out of you. She slipped a second finger and a sharp whimper left your lips. Her smirk turned into a grin, and her hand and your hips started following a rhythm of their own. 

Kate never looked away. She whispered sweet nothings to you with your foreheads pressed together, your hands holding on for dear life to her as you reached your peak and came undone. She wrapped her free arm around you, never once stopping the synced movements that had gotten you to this point, slowing them down as the ecstasy subsided. At last, the hunger became a comfort, and her lips captured yours as it began, in a soft kiss that brought your breathing back to a slowed-down pace.

"That's my girl," she said with a deep seductive voice that sent shivers down your spine, removing her hand from its previous spot once she felt your body stop shaking and, with that damn smirk on her face, brought her soaked fingers to her lips, her deep blue eyes still on yours while she put them in her mouth. That sight alone was enough for the heat to return to your core and go ablaze when you tasted yourself in her tongue as she trapped your lips in a kiss once again.

Kate rolled over and took her place in your bed, her strong arms still wrapped around you. 

"If you are going to wake me like that," you finally said after a while of trying to gather yourself, placing a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "You can do it whenever you want."

Kate chuckled, pressing her lips to yours again. "I thought you might say that." 

You sighed, a different kind of warmth filling up your chest. You brushed your nose with hers, making her giggle as you said, "I love you so much, did you know that?" 

"I did know that," she whispered, tracing a figure-eight over and over again on your bare arm with her free hand. "And I love you more."  

You gently ran your fingertips over the bandages on her face, leaning forward to leave soft kisses over them. She closed her eyes with a smile at the carefulness you treated her with. The archer never felt safer than when she was with you, away from her responsibilities and the world's expectations. Inside the walls of your shared home, she could be only Kate, the woman you loved, and that was more than enough. 

"Well, now that you've woken me up," you said, switching your positions again and landing on top of her. "Let me take care of you now." 

With the biggest grin on her face, she nodded, ready to get lost in you. 

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #Kate bishop #Hawkeye fanfic #hailee steinfeld x reader #Kate bishop imagine #Kate bishop smut #kinda??? #writing #hawkeye series #hailee steinfeld #Kate bishop fluff #marvel fanfiction #kate bishop x yn

[syubseokie]

jealous (m) | jjk

― pairing: fem!reader x jungkook (jeon jungkook); fem!reader x vmin if you squint ― genre: established relationship!au, non-idol!au, smut ― warnings: age gap (2 years), swearing, alcohol, jealous!reader x jealous!jungkook, noona kink (sorry not sorry), explicit sexual content, softdom!jungkook, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, light choking, squirting, creampie ― summary: reader is jungkook’s hot older girlfriend and is well-acquainted with the clubbing lifestyle. Along with yoongi, hoseok, jimin and taehyung, they head out to one of the clubs where jungkook fights an internal battle regarding his girlfriend. OR the one where our reader has a ‘noona’ kink and jungkook almost fucks her in an elevator ― notes: this is a re-written version of my 2015 story that you can find here. loosely inspired by nick jonas & tinashe’s ‘jealous (remix)’ (2016) and man-bun!jungkook | cross-posted from ao3

∞

Friday night.

You carefully apply a coat of what you have dubbed your favourite ‘black like my soul’ lipstick, then place a tissue between your plump lips. “How far away are you and the boys?” you ask into your cell phone that sits atop your vanity dresser. You closely examine your painted lips in the mirror, liking what you see.

Perfect, you smirk.

“We’re around the corner,” a deep voice on the other end of the core replies and your core clenches in memory of the face the voice belongs to. “Are you almost ready?”

Stepping back to admire your reflection, you smooth down the wrinkles in your skirt and turn on every angle to see if anything is out of place. “I’m just doing my final touches,” you answer, raising the volume of your voice just a tiny bit so they can hear. “Do you want to beep and I’ll come out, or did you want to come inside first?” You begin to pack the necessary makeup, your ID, and credit cards into a small purse.

Some rustling on the other end is heard before the male responds, “We’ve actually just pulled up in front of your apartment if you’re ready.”

Checking your reflection one last time and sending a quick selfie with the caption ‘guess who’s going out tonight?’, you switch your bedroom lights off, then proceed to make sure that all the necessary electrical switches around your apartment are turned off as well. “I’m just locking up now and I’ll be down in less than two.”

“Okay then, noona,” the voice says, “see you soon.”

∞

“Is she on her way down?” Jimin asks, squinting out the car window for any sign of the female.

Jungkook makes a humming noise as he ends the call and slides his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “She’s just locking up.”

“Are you excited, Kook?” The excited grin Taehyung wears matches the energy in his voice. “This is your guys’ first time clubbing together, right?”

The youngest male shrugs with nonchalance, hiding his nerves.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Jimin exclaims. “He gets to show off his hot, older girlfriend.”

Even before the two of you had started dating, Jungkook knew you were a social butterfly that thrived on having your Friday and Saturday filled with drinks and dancing. It is how we met after all, he muses. Your reputation for getting “turnt up”, as Taehyung had once so eloquently put it, was renowned within the group, and it was common knowledge that you were a “go hard or go home!” type of party person.

A smack on his shoulder brings Jungkook out of his thoughts and Jimin points out the window. “Here she comes.”

Hoseok, who is sitting in the driver’s seat as the night’s DSD (Designated Sober Driver), whistles in appreciation.

“Better watch your girl,” Taehyung jesters, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook glances out the window and he can’t help that the sight of you exiting the building makes the area around his crotch a just a little bit tighter.

You look drop-dead hot and you know it. Sauntering towards the vehicle wearing a black velvet spaghetti strap mini dress and your ‘step on my neck’ thigh high stilettos in the same colour, you know the boys are looking at you and you can’t help but add a little more sway to your hips as a smirk graces your dark lips. The front passenger seat window rolls down to reveal Yoongi giving you a once-over.

“Is it too late to say I like pussy?” he jokes, and you playfully twirl like you’re on a catwalk; revealing a cheeky glimpse of your backside and the thin black material that sits comfortably between your round cheeks.

“Only if Hoseok joins.”

The car door opens and Jungkook steps out, looking absolutely delectable in a light charcoal gray suit with his freshly dyed purple locks pulled back in a bun. The two of you share a hungry look, and as you slide into the car, Jungkook is tempted to pull you back out and drag you back into your apartment.

“Gentlemen,” you greet, putting your seatbelt on, “How are we all?”

They greet you excitedly, complimenting your look for the night.

“It’s giving Ariana Grande’s ‘Break up with your Boyfriend.” Taehyung muses, childishly snapping the strap of your dress. “Spicy.”

You roll your eyes and focus your attention on the boy sitting next to you. A genuine, soft smile appears on your face as you take Jungkook’s hand and place a kiss on his tattooed knuckles. “Hi baby,” you whisper softly, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He squeezes your hand affectionately, loss for words, when the black choker around your neck catches his eye and he zeroes in on the small diamante initials dangling in the centre.

JK.

His brain short-circuits and his pants grow uncomfortably tighter. The sound of your voice saying his name brings him out of his stupor and his gaze quickly travels down your form, soaking you in. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the pink in your cheeks and the slight hitch in your breath when his fingers reach up to touch the material around your neck.

“Do you like it?” Your words are barely audible, only loud enough for him to hear, and he nods before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and wrapping you under his arm.

“You look beautiful, noona.”

You preen at the compliment, but you can’t help but notice that there is something off. You are not sure how or what it is, but the slight twitch in his pierced brow and the clenched fist on his lap has you concerned. “Jungkook,” you cup his face, bringing his attention to your slightly worried face. “Are you alright? You seem a little on edge?”

He isn’t sure how to answer but he feels awful when he sees your eyebrows stitch together in uncertainty. “I’m fine,” he reassures. He un-clenches his fist and caresses the apple of your cheeks. Your eyes close and you lean into his soft touch; the smell of him overwhelming your senses with comfort and longing. “Just a little tired, that’s all. I’ll be fine once we get to the club.” He boops your nose affectionately, breaking into a smile that warms your heart and the space between your legs.

You return his smile and whisper playfully into his ear, “We don’t have you go out tonight if you don’t want to. I’m happy just to stay home and have our own little birthday celebration.”

“We already did,” his tone matches the sultriness in your own, “On my actual birthday night, remember?”

You smirk knowingly. “Oh, I remember. And I won’t argue against skipping tonight if we get to do it again.”

A gagging noise breaks the obvious sexual tension between the two of you, and you both turn to glare at Jimin who is staring back at you with a semi-disgusted look on his face. “I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you two get up to in the room but unless you’re inviting all of us, please don’t make me privy to it.”

You grin mischievously. “All you have to do is ask, Park.”

His cheeks are red with embarrassment - and arousal, which he will vehemently deny - and you send him a flirty wink and air kiss before settling back into Jungkook’s embrace. The light touch of your lips on his cheeks and the cheers from your friends as Taehyung passes around a flask is enough to calm Jungkook’s nerves.

∞

The club is as busy as expected. You weren’t really one to skip lines, but seeing that you actually knew one of the bouncers ― “Namjoon!” you cry happily, engulfing the tall blond in your arms and placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Your eyes bulge at his solid chest. “Since when did you get these?” ― you and the boys were lucky enough to bypass the thirty minute wait and get a free round of drinks from the Bar Manager and Namjoon’s boyfriend, Seokjin.

Jungkook won’t admit it, but your friendly personality and knack for knowing everyone did have its benefits.

However, standing at the bar next to Yoongi and Hoseok watching you and the dynamic duo grind to the beat of whatever generic pop remix the DJ is spinning, does nothing to placate the irritated feeling in his chest. His grip on the glass in his hand tightens and his left eye twitches when you grind your backside provocatively against Taehyung’s belt and Jimin slides his thigh between your legs. Your arms are wrapped around Jimin’s neck loosely and your head is thrown back against Taehyung’s shoulder while his hands rest comfortably on your hips, guiding them along to the beat of the music.

“I know that look,” Seokjin says loudly as he rests his arms on the counter, slightly scaring the younger male. “Think of it this way; at least she’s not doing that with two complete strangers.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens as he takes a sip of the strong drink. “I would rather her not be doing that with anyone at all.”

Yoongi side-eyes Jungkook with concern. “Are you alright kid? You seemed upset earlier this evening.”

“It’s nothing.” Jungkook waves his hand dismissively before finishing his drink. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, encouraging the younger to speak. “It’s just that...” he sighs, unsure of how to continue, “I know the three of them have history―”

“The three of them have been friends for a very long time,” Hoseok, his chin resting on Yoongi’s shoulder, interrupts with a comforting, but firm, smile. “I know where your mind is at, JK, but Yoongi and I have also known her just as long as those two have. Trust us. Trust them.

“Trust her.” Yoongi finishes, sending Hoseok a thankful smile and subtly rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

Jungkook casts another look out onto the dance floor and sees you sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, head thrown back in full laughter as they lead you in a very awkward yet hilarious three-person tango.

Sighing guiltily, he scans the nearest bathroom and tells his friends he’ll be right back. Thankfully there is no line and he nods at the security guard standing in front of the bathroom door. It is empty inside so he quickly relieves himself then washes his hands. As he pulls his hair into a small ponytail ― “Man bun,” he hears you chide with a small giggle ― letting a few tendrils frame his face, he stares at his reflection.

Come on man, he scolds, get it together.

He splashes some water on his face, and then with one final look in the mirror for confidence, he exits the bathroom. He immediately spots Hoseok and Yoongi on the dance floor with you, and his eyes soften as he watches the four males cheer and hype you up. He is undeniably in love with you, and when he locks eyes with you amongst the crowd, your lips curling into a coaxing smirk, he feels the blood from his head rush down to the semi-hard appendage in his pants.

He begins to make his way through the crowd when suddenly, he feels a light tap on his shoulder.

Confused, he turns around and is greeted by a petite female he doesn’t recognise.

“Sorry,” she says, nervously biting her lips, “I don’t mean to bother you…” she casts a quick look backwards.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brows furrowing in concern. He follows her gaze, trying to see what she is looking at or looking for, but the woman is already facing him. She steps closer to him and he forces himself to remain in his spot. “Is something wrong?”

She lowers her head hesitantly and Jungkook has to bend to hear her, “My ex is at the bar and has been harassing me all night.”

Not one to leave someone unhelped, Jungkook scans the area for any available security. “Do you need me to call security?”

“No!” she cries, confusing him. Before he can react, she grabs his hands and places them on her hips before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer. “He’s not dangerous, just persistent. If he sees me dancing with someone else, he’ll leave me alone.”

“Oh.” Jungkook gulps nervously and he can feel his hands getting clammy. “Um…” he tries to inconspicuously wipe his hands on her dress, but the movement is misconstrued when the female takes it as a sign to press her body closer to his.

∞

“I should probably go and help him,” you sigh pitifully, watching your sweet, sweet boyfriend struggle to politely remove the woman’s arms wrapped around his neck. You can’t help but feel a certain type of way as your eyes rake over Jungkook’s toned figure. His shirt sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoos, and your mouth salivates at the sight. Never have you been so attracted to someone before.

It’s something you consider making very clear to the woman trying to seduce your boyfriend on the dance floor.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?” Taehyung jokes as he and Jimin stand either side of you, also watching the scene in front of them. The three of you are resting against a wall that gives you a full visual of the dance floor, while Yoongi and Hoseok have wandered to the bathroom.

“Please. I don’t get jealous.”

As if mocking you, the DJ smoothly transitions the current set into Nick Jonas and Tinashe’s remix of ‘Jealous’, and your two friends snicker at the irony.

“I think both the universe and the DJ disagrees with you.”

“Don’t make me stab you with my heel, Kim.”

He has the audacity to wink. “Wouldn’t be the first time, babe.”

“I’ll make sure it hurts this time.”

“Promises, promises,” he tuts, running a hand through his honey-blonde locks.

“If you two are finished sharing your pain kinks,” Jimin interrupts with an eye roll at your antics, “I think our golden boy might actually need rescuing.”

Landing one last jab in your friend’s abdomen, you redirect your attention back to your boyfriend. Your eyes narrow when the female whispers in his ear, a flirtatious smile painting her red lips, before she spins and seductively slides her body down his front and then slowly grinds her backside back up his leg.

Wordlessly, you push yourself off the wall and make your way towards Jungkook, leaving Jimin and Taehyung watching you maneuver through the crowd. They admire the way your presence alone has people seamlessly moving out of your way.

“The power she holds…” Jimin murmurs.

Taehyung nods in agreement, licking his lips.

∞

Jungkook is frozen when the woman turns around and faces him once again, her chest against his and her lips dangerously close to his neck. He doesn’t deny that the woman in his arms is attractive, but the strong scent of her perfume tingles his nasal senses in a not-so-nice way, and he fights the urge to sneeze.

She peers up at him with a small, flirtatious smile. “I’m sorry for coming so strongly onto you like this,” she purrs, and Jungkook notes that the coquettish lilt in her tone is anything but apologetic. “But I really appreciate you coming to my rescue.”

I didn’t though, Jungkook thinks to himself. His fists clench at his side. “It’s not a problem…” he curses the way he stumbles over his words. “Do you think your ex has left yet?”

The woman hums, throwing an all-too-quickly half-hearted look over her shoulder before returning her attention back to the young male. “No, he’s still there. We’ll just have to keep dancing until he gets bored.” Her eyes flutter innocently. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Uh…” Before Jungkook can even think of a reply, he feels an arm slide between his and gently grab his hand. The touch is familiar and Jungkook visibly relaxes as you stand next to him and uncurl his fist to interlace his fingers with yours. “Noona…” he breathes in relief.

To anyone looking, the smile on your face appears warm and easy-going. But Jungkook recognises the look in your eye, and he’s torn between being grateful or nervous. “Baby,” you coo, placing a soft kiss on Jungkook’s cheek that has him blushing at the public display of affection. “Who’s your friend?”

The woman pauses, the frown on her face declaring her obvious unhappiness at your presence, then folds her arms defensively. “We were just dancing.”

“When?”

The woman falters. “When what?”

“When did I ask?” Your tone is sharp, scathing, as you finally turn your attention to her and raise a perfectly arched brow; silently daring her to speak.

Like something out of a K-drama scene, the female scoffs. “Who are you? His girlfriend?”

You almost laugh at the cheesiness. Thanks to the inches in your heels, you stand a few centimetres taller than her, making your presence that more intimidating. “As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Is he not allowed to dance with other women?” she sneers and you sigh, bored.

Deciding to ignore the woman altogether, you gaze at Jungkook, who is staring back at you adoringly, your free hand creeping up his back to lightly graze the back of his neck. You ask, “Home time?” and he nods fervently. Without sparing another glance at the female, you lead Jungkook by the hand. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, he is in awe at how your presence parts the crowd on the floor like the Red Sea.

The two of you reach the rest of the boys by the bar, and with a simple, “we’re off; love yous” followed by Hoseok reminding you to text them when you get home, the two of you exit the club and catch a taxi back to your apartment.

∞

Although the ride back to your apartment is quick, Jungkook struggles to hold himself together in the backseat as your hands lightly trace non-existent patterns on his thigh while holding a small conversation with the driver. He doesn’t know how you’re able to multitask so effortlessly when he’s shifting uncomfortably at the tightness in his pants, but he draws it up to one of your many talents.

When the taxi pulls up outside your apartment complex, Jungkook hurriedly places a large bill in the driver’s hand, telling him to keep the change, before helping you out of the car and pulling you towards the entrance to your building. Your melodic laughter rings throughout the lobby as you wait for the elevator ― your building’s security guard acknowledges the two of you from their post with a knowing smile ― and when the doors close and the lift ascends, Jungkook’s large hands are cupping your face as he presses his lips against yours. He licks at the seam of your mouth, foregoing any softness you’re used to, and when you part your lips, his tongue is exploring every crevice inside.

There is urgency and want in the kiss which you return happily.

Reaching up, you playfully tug on the man bun that has been giving you grief since the start of the night and Jungkook moans at the sensation of his hair being pulled. The sound shoots straight to your core, and you grind helplessly against his thigh that slides between your legs. You moan at the friction.

With one hand, he frantically pulls your already short dress higher; his palm sliding the material further up before gripping your thigh and wrapping it around his waist, the heel of your boot digging into his back deliciously. You sigh happily; the cool metal of his buckle hitting your centre. It’s not exactly what you want, but you don’t complain. Anything will do if it is rubbing against your covered clit.

Jungkook smirks into the kiss and grinds his hard, albeit clothed, cock against your core. The sound you make drives him crazy. “You’re so needy, noona.” He pants, trailing kisses down the column of your neck. He is greeted by the velvet material around your neck, and the bejewelled initials dangling in the centre brings out something feral in him. “Did you wear this just for me, hm?” he asks, fingers lightly grazing the choker.

“Jungkook…”

He raises a pierced brow and you can’t find it in yourself to argue at how hot the simple action is. “While I enjoy hearing my name spill from your lips, that’s not the answer I was looking for.”

You’re dazed and confused, the bright lights from the elevator blinding you as you feel Jungkook’s deft fingers lightly graze your neck, your clavicle, down between the valley of your breasts, and then disappearing beneath your dress. You can barely breathe his name, but when you feel the briefest of touches against the material covering your centre, you can’t help the long drawn out “yes” that falls from your lips. The sound is embarrassingly pornographic, and you hate that with just the simplest of touches, Jungkook has you reduced to a wanton mess.

“Say it again for me.” Your boyfriend coaxes, his long digits inching towards the band of your underwear. “Did you wear that choker just for me?”

You bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep your noises at bay, but Jungkook is having none of that. He kisses you harshly, nipping your lip hard but not enough to draw blood, as his fingers slide beneath the material that guards the place where you want him most. You move your hips reflexively against his thigh, but the pressure isn’t enough, making you whimper needily. “Kook...please...want you…”

“Right here?” Jungkook asks, his fingers caressing your lower lips. “In this elevator?”

You whimper again and Jungkook offers you a moment of reprieve. The pads of his fingers find the nub hidden between your lower lips, and you sigh in relief. Gently, he rubs circles and whispers words of encouragement as your arms come up behind his neck and your hands find purchase in his hair. Sliding your wetness from your clit to your entrance, you shiver at the feeling, pleading with him to use his fingers. “Jungkook…” you moan, grinding down. “Stop teasing. Please.”

His thumb on your clit feels euphoric, but your core clenches around nothing and you want more. Need more. His lips are on your neck and his voice is soft when he says, “Whatever you want, noona.”

Satisfaction and excitement courses through your body when he rubs his middle finger against your entrance, but the feeling is interrupted when the sound of the elevator doors opening pulls you from your reverie.

“Fuck!” Jungkook growls in frustration and he reluctantly retracts his fingers to help adjust your clothes.

The two of you are breathing heavily when you part, dishevelled, but the look you share is animalistic and impatient. You exit the lift and swiftly walk to your apartment door; Jungkook right at your heels, his hands tightly gripping your sides and his teeth lightly nibbling on the clear expanse of your neck. Your mind is clouded with arousal and want as you struggle to open your door.

“Noona,” he grunts, grinding his hard length against your cheeks, “If you don’t hurry and open your apartment, I will fuck you against this door and I won’t care who sees us.”

You are tempted to just let it happen when your core clenches around absolutely nothing, but the sliver of conscious that reminds you that you like living in this building and footage of you having sex with your boyfriend in the hallway is a one-way ticket to eviction is enough for you to clumsily unlock your front door. The two of you stumble into your place, quickly dropping your belongings on the side table near the entrance followed by a swift back kick that slams the front door close.

Without warning, Jungkook pins you against the door, the look in his eyes commanding you to stay put as he drops to his knees. His hands are soft as he brings one leg up over his shoulder and noses your thigh up your dress. The smell of you is familiar and the purple-haired boy snarls at the memory of your taste.

“Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me,” he whispers and you nod frantically, hoping he foregoes the teasing and puts his tongue where you so desperately want it. You thread your fingers through his hair, discarding the elastic holding his hair together, and push your hips against his face. If there is one thing you’re not, it’s patient. Jungkook knows that all too well. He smirks at your frustration. “You looked so fucking hot tonight, noona―” the title makes you preen and your boyfriend teases your centre with his fingers with a chuckle. “I really wish we had just stayed home like you suggested. But then I would have missed the show tonight. Who knew you could be so possessive?” He slides the flimsy material covering what he so desperately craves and swipes his tongue between your lower lips.

“Fuck!” You pull his hair and dig the heel of your boot into his back. There is vague recognition of the pattern he draws against your clit to be the spelling of his own name, rendering you speechless, but then he is pushing a single digit into your dripping core. The stretch is pleasant and you throw your head back whilst pushing his face against your centre.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. His eyes close as he savours your taste, adding another finger and drawing out another sinful moan from your lips. Your hips move in tandem with his tongue on your clit, words stuttering into nothing but delicious moans and cries. He feels you clench around his fingers and the memory of you clenching around his cock is enough to cause said cock to harden in the tight confines of his pants. As desperate as he is to fuck you senseless, he needs you to come on his fingers first. Reluctantly, he pulls his mouth away, hushing your whimpers with gentle praises as his fingers move in and out of you.

“You’re so good for me, noona.”

“Look at you; so pretty while fucking yourself on my fingers, pretending it’s my cock.”

“Tell me what you want, baby, what you need.”

The coil in your gut is winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers inside of you. With the added pressure of his finger rubbing your clit, it takes no time at all for you to be falling over the metaphoric edge of your climax. You cry out in euphoric pleasure, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Jungkook...Jungkook...Jungkook…”

Both your hands find purchase on the door behind you, grinding down on his fingers as you allow his soft words to guide you through your orgasm. His fingers slowly pull out of you and he brings the digits to his mouth. Your breathing is heavy and uneven, but the sight of Jungkook slurping on your juices makes your pupils dilate. He groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, and without warning, pulls your hips forward and thrusts his tongue up into you.

“Motherfucker!”

Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That’s not my name.”

You’re sensitive, but the younger male is relentless. “Kook...please...I can’t…”

“Need one more from you, noona,” he urges, staring up at you with desperation in his eyes, “I need one more from you and then I’ll give you my cock.”

The promise has you keening, his tongue working fucking magic on your clit, and your hands frantically find purchase anywhere they can hold on to. One hand grips Jungkook’s locks tightly, making him moan earnestly, and the other finds your nipple and you play with it voraciously. You can feel your second orgasm inching its way deliciously up your body, making your toes curl in anticipation. “Oh my god,” you pant, “Fuck!”

Jungkook ignores the sharp pain of your heel but relishes in the sting of his hair being pulled and the taste of you trumping all other sensations. He’s desperate for you to come. “Come on baby,” his words coax you gently, muffled by your pussy. “Come for me.”

You’re forced to do nothing but obey as the work of his tongue and the commanding tone in his voice brings you over the brink a second time. Your eyes roll back as your juices gush out and Jungkook laps it up like a man starved of hydration. Your grinding comes to a slow halt, releasing your grip on his hair, and when he feels that he’s had enough, Jungkook pulls away with gentle kisses marking your thigh. His chin glistens with your juices and you swear the image almost makes you come a third time. He drags your panties down your leg before slowly standing to his full height and wrapping your leg around his waist. He kisses you softly on the lips.

You’ve never been a fan of tasting yourself after you’ve come, but Jungkook loves the way you taste and loves kissing you, so you fall complacent to his touches. You whine when he grinds his hard cock against your bare centre and you see his eyes turn feral.

“Kook…”

“C’mon baby,” his sweet, velvet voice comforts you as he undoes his belt and pulls his cock from the confines of his pants. “Do you think you can take me, noona? Hm? I think you can…”

You’re absolutely exhausted but the promise of a third orgasm and Jungkook’s thick cock has you spreading your legs willingly.

“That’s a good girl…”

Bracing himself against the door with one hand and holding your body up with the other, he uses your juices to coat himself before sliding into you in one gentle thrust. You both moan at the contact.

“Oh god―fuck!”

“Christ, you’re so tight.”

“Kook...please move!”

At those words, he begins thrusting in and out of you, gently at first, and as your moans increase in volume, as does his pace. You’re oversensitive and tired but the feeling of his thickness dragging against your walls is too immensely pleasurable for you to ask him to stop. He’s breathing heavily into your ear and the feeling of your slickness mixed with sweat is driving you crazy. He whispers your name and you whimper in response.

“I want you to ride me. Can you ride me? Please?” His voice is deeper and needier.

Without words, you use all your strength to push him off, and when he sees the hungry look in your eye, Jungkook is quick to take off his shirt and his pants. You momentarily admire his tattoo sleeve before pouncing on him. You disregard the fact that the two of you are still in the entrance of your apartment as you line your wet centre with his pulsing member. It’s not like it’s the first time it has happened. Sliding down on his cock elicits a deliciously loud moan from your lips, harmonising with Jungkook’s deep growl.

With your hands on his firm chest, you find it easy to bounce up and down, setting the pace; sharp, quick, deep. You cry out when his tip hits a particular spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

The look on your face is pure pornography and Jungkook can’t get enough. Not happy being the only one naked, he tugs at your dress, bringing it up over your head and throwing it in an unseen direction. Next is your black lacy bra and Jungkook, with a proud smirk, unclasps it in record time with one hand. As soon as your chest is bare, his large hands have engulfed them and his fingers are twisting at your pert nipples.

The sight of you bare with nothing but your boots and choker is a memory he hopes to have for the rest of his life.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you throw your head back and grind down relentlessly on his cock. The pain from the oversensitivity melds into desperate pleasure as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it, noona.”

“You’re so perfect for me, you know that?”

“God, I love watching you ride me.”

“You are so fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

His words are deep in your ears, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Jungkook can see how close you are and his thrusts upwards, matching your movements, to also bring him closer to his orgasm. With one hand occupied with your nipple, he brings the other one up and encloses it around your throat.

His grip is loose, but the knowledge that he could apply pressure at any given time makes you even wetter.

“I want you to come for me a third time, baby. Can you do that? For me?”

You nod, whimpering when you feel his thumb stroke your windpipe. His smile is dark and wanting.

“Good girl.”

Wanting to please him, you increase your movements; slamming down and then grinding against his pelvis. You are so, so, so tired but Jungkook’s thrusts continue to match yours, bringing you closer to the feeling you so desperately crave. Your pussy clenches around his cock and he grunts, the sound going straight to your core.

“Baby,” you whimper, digging your nails into his chest and leaving crescent-shaped marks, “I think I’m going to…”

“Are you going to come?” he asks.

You nod frantically.

“Good. Come.”

With the feeling of your clit dragging against his pelvis as he pistons in and out of you, his fingers playing with your nipples, and the slightly added pressure against your throat, you come hard with a ragged, choked cry; Jungkook’s name falling from your lips. Your eyes roll back as the orgasm takes over your body and you feel your wetness gushing out of you, soaking his thighs and making a mess on the apartment floor. Your body twitches, your pussy clenches, and yet your hips still rock against his.

Jungkook is in absolute awe of you as he gently removes his hand from your throat. His eyes struggle to find a solid place to rest as he etches your expression into memory, before dragging his gaze down to the wetness still gushing out and coating his cock. He has never seen anything hotter and he says just as much.

“Fucking look at you, noona,” his voice is thick with lust as his hands guide your hips back and forth. “You’re absolutely drenched and you’ve made such a mess.”

You whimper, pleading with Jungkook that you’re too sensitive to continue.

“I know baby,” he coos, his thrusts never ceasing. “I’m gonna come now, okay? I’m gonna come inside of you.”

You nod, too exhausted to reply, and allow Jungkook to use your body to his liking. Sweat dots your face as Jungkook increases his pace, and with a softest smile, he smashes his lips against yours and comes with a guttural moan. The feeling of him coating your insides spurs you into a surprising fourth orgasm, and you tremble in mild delight.

“Fuck―” Jungkook’s eyes closed as holds you close. “Baby, are you coming again?”

You nod tiredly, grinding down softly as to prolong the glorious feeling. Exhausted, you collapse on top of Jungkook, sighing when you feel your juices and his semen drip down your thighs. “Holy fuck…” you murmur.

The smell of sweat and sex linger the air; the smell of a good time.

Jungkook quietly laughs as he brings his arms around you. “You can say that again. How are you feeling? Did I push you too hard?”

His fingers stroke your bare back mindlessly, lulling you into a safe space of sleepiness. “No,” you answer softly. “But I do regret not taking this to the room because now we have to move and I just don’t have the energy.”

“Tired you out, did I?” His tone is cocky and if you had the energy, you would smack him.

“Something like that.”

Jungkook smiles lovingly at your fatigued form. “C’mon noona,” he cajoles tenderly, both of you wincing when he pulls you off of him and sluggishly removes your boots. “I’ll go run the shower and then we can snuggle into bed. How does that sound?”

You hum contently, your legs feeling like jello as you slowly stand before making your way to your ensuite bathroom. “I like the sound of that.”

fin.

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a/n: hiya!

this one took a little bit longer for me to write and edit. i decided to write this as i was planning the sequel-not-sequel for my hobi fic i posted last week because i found that i was struggling with trying to write smut. i figured that an easier way to get me into the groove of writing smut again would be to just re-write one of my old smut fics. So here we are! i'm super nervous about it, but i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts.

i am currently working on the sequel to 'can we talk', as well as revamping (read: re-writing) some of my older fics, so i will do my absolute best to write those and try to get some consistency in my life.

thank you so much for reading my work. I'm always open to thoughts and feedback, so feel free to drop a like, reblog or send me a message!

please look forward to my other work ♡

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The Jake Incident || An Indecent Proposal AU

Author's Note ⭐: Just a little early Valentine’s treat for you all since I won’t be on tomorrow! This is the Jake Incident that is referred to in An Indecent Proposal. Basically, it takes place a year and a half before Indecent Proposal so feel free to read that first if you haven’t yet although this stands alone! Reader is the same. (Also, I edited this without my glasses on so I apologize for any mistakes) Tagging @gretasmokerising

Content Warnings: drinking, swearing, slight sexual content (18+ minors do not interact)

Pairing: Jake x f!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Drunken escapades, that’s what you and Jake were known best for when you found yourselves emptying a bottle together. It was always whiskey, too.

But these nights were tradition, after all. Once a month, you and Jake would venture to a local record store and each pick out two albums. Together you’d journey back to one of your places, cook dinner, drink, and work your way through all four albums. It was a great time to catch up on whatever you were missing in each other’s lives, if it had been a while since you’d spent any time together. But more importantly, it was a great excuse to get drunk and laugh with one of your best friends.

These nights were some of your favorites.

At the moment, you found yourself flipping through a row of records in the Country section. Not the current, drinking-beers-and-riding-tractors kind but the please-don’t-take-my-man kind. You already had a record that you knew Jake would hate in your hands and you were looking for something a bit easier for him to swallow.

From where you were standing halfway across the store, it looked as though Jake already had one album in his hand as well, an unusually fast choice for the guitarist who preferred to take his time and look through practically every record the store had. You had gotten an especially early start today to make sure he had time to look and enough time to make dinner. The previous month, you had had to order in at the last minute after Jake had stayed browsing until closing.

The two of you perused on opposite ends of the store, a testament to the venn diagram that was your shared music taste. They were separate circles.

Well, that was a bit unfair. You and Jake did in fact have some music taste in common. But you weren’t opposed to jamming out to Nick Jonas singing about caviar and pringles. Jake, on the other hand, very much was.

So there typically wasn’t much interaction until you both met at the register and even then, you’d keep your records a surprise until you made it home.

Tonight’s destination was Jake’s house, the cozier of the two options, and he had promised to make you his famous carbonara. Normally you would help but in all honesty, you were not the best cook. So you’d chop anything, wash anything, stir anything, but Jake did most of the heavy lifting while you drank.

“Can I help?” you’d ask.

“Yeah, you can sip on your drink and look pretty,” he’d say.

The two of you did love your tradition.

You stumbled upon it then, the perfect record to go with the first you had picked. You held it up in satisfaction before quickly dropping your hand behind your back when you noticed Jake looking. He was making binoculars with his hands, pretending to try and see which record you had picked before he was allowed. You giggled at his antics before sticking your tongue out at him.

With two records now in tow, you maneuvered the tight aisles of music back to where he was, still flipping through album after album. He always looked so focused when he was picking music, like he was deep in thought, with concentration twisting his features into a very brooding expression. It paired well with his whole look, honestly; his go-to black button-down (never fully buttoned, of course) tucked into worn jeans with a blue blazer over top and metal hanging on leather dangling from his neck, gracing his smooth, tanned chest. He looked like he belonged right where he stood. And he certainly did because he wasn’t the one with a habit of wading through a sea of vintage music only to pick out Fine Line on vinyl.

"I'm finished so you have to hurry it up," you said when you reached him, resisting the urge to study the record in his left hand.

"Get outta here, I'm almost done," he retorted, shooing you away.

The owner of the store, the large man usually working the register, had gotten familiar with you and Jake over the many months you had been going. He'd usually make small talk with you while you were waiting on Jake, purchase in hand. Today though, there wasn't much time for chit-chat as Jake had made his second choice just as quickly as the first, meeting you at the register right after you pulled your bag off the counter and stuffed the receipt inside. So soon enough, you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car, on your way back to his place.

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You prepared drinks as Jake began cooking: Jack and Cokes, heavy on the Jack. At some point in the night, the drinks would turn into straight Jack Daniels sans the coke but it was still early and the two of you were still feigning decency.

You had yet to show each other the records you bought so for now, Crack-Up by Fleet Foxes spun on in the background, a fitting soundtrack for the cozy ambiance that was Jake's house. You let yourself twirl about the kitchen to Fool's Errand, ignoring the fact that you were definitely in Jake's way, while the drink in your hand began to warm your face.

"There's going to be a casualty if you're not careful," he said with a laugh as he paused what he was doing over the stove to grab your hips and sway with you, putting your arm over his shoulder, your drink still in your hand.

"I can't help it, I just feel twirly," you exclaimed as you fell into him ever so slightly, dizzy from your dancing.

The twirliness you felt was a product of the whiskey, sure, but also the dress you were wearing, something you had gotten specifically for the occasion. It had been a while since you'd seen Jake this time around and you'd wanted to look cute. So a week prior, you had gone to a little boutique which hardly carried your size, and picked out the cutest sundress they had, a black dress with puffy shoulders, a tight bodice flowing into a flowy skirt, and tiny red flowers all over it. And pockets, of course.

With his hands on your hips, he held you at arms length and gave you a slow once over.

"Hmm, this is new," he said with a smile on his face. There was a hint of something else there too but you couldn't quite place it.

"It is," you beamed. "Do you like it?"

Before he answered, he reached to his shoulder and took your glass from your hand, downing the rest of your drink for you and setting the empty glass on the only counter he could reach without moving too far. He let his hands wrap around your hips once again and he pulled you into him until your bodies were flush against one another. You'd never been quite this close before, close enough for his mouth to reach yours without much effort, and suddenly it was his close proximity that had you feeling dizzy.

"I love it," he whispered. And for a moment, his grip on your waist tightened and your heart rate picked up as you swore he looked like he was about to kiss you. But the sound of sizzling on the stove stopped him and he let go of your waist and turned to address the pan of pasta that was quickly darkening on the stove.

Any trace of seriousness that had been splayed across his face was gone as he took to his Oliver Reed accent to reprimand you for distracting him. "You've distracted me for the last time, sweetheart!"

He was throwing back his own drink now whilst trying to save dinner.

"Maybe you shouldn't cook drunk, Jake," you accused with dramatic pointedness, trying to shake off the encounter from just a moment ago. You couldn’t deny that you were close to the boys, maybe closer to one in particular, but lately, certain things between you and the boys had been happening: someone walking out of the shower in just a towel, waking up in someone’s arms after falling asleep on the floor. Maybe this was just one more incident to add to the list that didn’t really mean anything beyond friendship. Although the way you were currently hoping he would try again told you this probably wasn’t like those other times.

"First of all, do I look like fucking Jake to you? And second of all, I always cook drunk, love. That's what makes the cooking work." His gravely British accent always had an effect on you, despite the goofy things that came out of his mouth when he donned it. Well, maybe that was part of it too.

"Oh, my mistake." You rolled your eyes in his direction as you grabbed plates out of the cupboard before turning your attention back to both of your empty glasses and making yourselves another.

He was busy plating while you were eyeballing ratios but soon enough, you met in the living room together and the escapades from the kitchen were left behind.

Jake had set both of your plates of pasta on the coffee table along with both of your purchases from earlier in the day.

"It's your turn to go first," you remarked, setting down a drink at each plate and plopping down on the floor next to the coffee table, not bothering to fidget with your dress to make sure your thighs were fully covered as you folded yourself into a comfortable position, plate in hand.

He took his first record out of the bag and held it behind his back.

"Okay, this first one you're going to absolutely hate." He had a wide grin on his face and he laughed as you gave him a cheerless "yay" from where you sat like an audience member.

Without showing you the record, he turned to pull it from its sleeve and place it on the record player, carefully dropping the needle on the first song. You immediately recognized The Velvet Underground coming through the speakers, a band Jake had forced you to listen to many times before, and you audibly groaned.

"Eat your pasta and let me culture you."

He sat down on the floor next to you with his own plate of pasta in his hand, a plate that he hardly touched with his fork as he talked over every song, explaining to you why he loved each so much and pointing out all of the parts he wanted you to listen carefully to. Truthfully it made the album much more enjoyable.

But that was just the Jake experience. He could make anything more enjoyable; all of the things he was passionate about, it was hard not to fall in love with them too when you saw how they made his face light up, how much joy they brought him. And you could listen to him talk for hours about the things he loved. It was part of the reason these little nights you had together were so important to you. You felt like every time you got together, you learned new things about him. And it drew you in just a little bit more each time.

So you didn’t mind when he talked you through the entire album. You welcomed it, in fact, and you nodded along as you ate.

That was the tradition. Someone would go first, play a record, and then the other would play a record, back and forth taking turns. So when his album came to an end, it was your turn to pick one from your bag and play it.

He was eyeing you, you could tell as you stared into the bag and tried to decide which to play first. He wasn’t very drunk yet, although he was working on it with his drink in his hand, so you had to choose carefully. One was a bit less his taste, and by a bit less, you meant a lot less, but he was always more open to it when he had a significant amount of whiskey in him. So you decided to start with the safer of the two options, a Marty Robbins album that Jake would have no complaints over. In fact, he seemed pleasantly surprised as Big Iron crackled to life through the record player speakers.

Yes, waiting until he was less sober to break out the Montero album still sitting in your bag was the correct choice.

“Is my music taste finally rubbing off on you?”

You giggled at the thought of what was to come as you took your seat on the floor next to him again. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Kiszka.”

He laughed, probably guessing that the next album you had in store would be something he would like way less. “It’s fine, this is a win and I’ll take it.”

You sipped on your drink as the album played and Jake finished his pasta. You had far less commentary than he did but he didn’t try to fill the silence. He just listened with an appreciative ear. It was probably the quietest he’d be for the rest of the night.

“Kinda makes you want to swing dance,” he commented a little over halfway through the album as he finished his third (maybe fourth?) drink.

The bottle of whiskey now sat on the coffee table, although the diet coke was nowhere to be found, and you yourself were starting to feel the indiscretion that was emptying half of the bottle in your face and hands. Certainly in your entire body as well, if you were to stand up.

You would have agreed anyway, sober or not.

“It does make you want to swing dance,” you mused in agreement.

“Alright then,” he said, standing to his feet and once again donning his Oliver Reed persona. “Dance we shall,” he continued as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey with one hand and offered you his other.

It was much less a swing dance and more just the two of you passing the bottle of Jack Daniels back and forth, all the while spinning in aggressive circles hand-in-hand.

“Wow, we’re really good at this,” you commented sarcastically, unable to keep from laughing.

“Yes, we really are,” he responded, slightly out of breath but determined to play along.

You were fairly out of breath yourself. “Where did you learn to swing dance?”

“Your mum taught me,” he replied, the bottle of Jack against his lips.

It was his words combined with his serious demeanor that sent you into a fit of giggles as you plopped down onto the couch, exhausted from the dancing and the booze.

Jake moved to switch the records as Marty Robbins’ voice came to a slow finish. He pulled his second purchase from the bag, a White Stripes album you were actually familiar with, and placed it on the record player before he plopped down on the couch next to you.

He sat forward to set the bottle of whiskey down on the coffee table, then leaned back so his head met the cushion behind him before he turned his face towards you. You let your actions mirror his own and the two of you sat like that for a while, your eyes fixed on one another as the music played softly in the background.

You smiled at him before you spoke. "Can I have Jake back, please?" you asked in a whisper.

"What's wrong with Oliver Reed? You don’t like me, babe?"

A light laugh escaped your lips as you responded. "Oh no, I love Oliver Reed," you started. And then after a second of silence, “But I love Jake more.”

You could see a glimmer of pink flash across Jake’s cheeks at your words but he hid it well.

"Okay okay, hang on, I'll get the twat," he relented.

He made a show of turning away from you, as if he had to go and get Jake, before he turned back with a sleepy smile that had no hint of Oliver Reed and you laughed as you greeted Jake like it was the first you were seeing of him in a while.

"Oh hi," you smiled.

"Hey there," he responded, the warm smile still on his face.

"I missed you."

"Yeah I missed you too."

His head was still leaning back against the cushion as his eyes fixated on yours and again there was silence between you.

He let his eyes drop to your exposed thighs and his hand followed soon after, resting on the top of your leg close to your knee, far from where the hem of the dress fell.

"Have I mentioned I love this dress?" he asked, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on where his hand was now sitting, practically burning a hole through your skin.

You kept your soft smile from earlier despite the fact that all of the nerves in your body felt like they were on fire at his touch, the way it had felt earlier when you were sober and he had pulled you into him in the kitchen. "I think you might have but I don't mind hearing it again."

His hand traveled upward slowly, now passing the hem of the dress as he searched for more skin. And it seemed that the skin he was looking for was not that which was exposed by the dress. "I do, I fucking love this dress."

When his hand came close to the top of your thigh, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his palm near the space between your legs that now throbbed, he lifted his eyes to meet yours, and for the second time that night, he looked like he was about to kiss you. But this time, there were no disruptions.

Slowly he leaned in and as his face drew closer to yours, his eyes flickered between your lips and back up to meet your gaze. You weren’t entirely sure you were breathing because the only thing you could focus on was the closing distance between his lips and yours. But after what felt like an eternity of build up, his lips finally found you.

There was caution behind it, despite the electricity it sent through you. It was as if he was asking you a question. And you both knew the answer, that it would change things to continue down this road, possibly even ruin things between you (if you only had any idea how things would actually turn out, you wouldn't have been so hesitant). But more than anything, it was something you wanted in spite of all of the reasons not to.

He let his mouth leave yours but he kept his face close, with his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes shut tightly as though he were considering his next actions very carefully. Or perhaps trying to gauge your response through the way you had felt on his lips, the way you still lingered there. And then, seemingly making up his mind, he opened his eyes to meet yours as you still stared breathlessly at him, and he pressed his lips to yours again, this time with much more haste.

It was feverish as the floodgates opened and you melted into him, losing yourself in the taste of him on your tongue as you pushed your tongue eagerly past his lips. It felt like years of unspoken need were being met at his touch, like he was erasing everyone from your past as he pulled you into his lap and let his hands explore your body.

As one hand still gripped your thigh, he let the other travel up your back, tracing the deep neckline of your dress from a point on your spine up and over your shoulder until his fingertip was grazing the skin on your chest and sending a shudder through you.

Without any hesitation, your hands dropped to his belt, possibly moving a little faster than your drunken thoughts could, but your hands kept their pace, giving your mind no time to catch up. You didn’t want your thoughts to cloud this experience, to talk you out of it.

At the feeling of your hands working to undo his belt, propelling the situation ever forward, Jake suddenly shifted where he sat and lifted you from his lap, pushing you so your back rested against the fabric of the couch and he hovered on top of you.

His hands worked their way up under your dress and you sucked in a light gasp against his mouth as his fingertips grazed the lace of your panties before he quickly hooked them around the material and began sliding them down your legs.

If you had given yourself any time to stop and think, to process the situation unfolding at your fingers, you might have wondered how things had progressed so quickly. But there would be time to think later. Right now was just about Jake and the way he moved against you. That was what you were focusing on.

You moaned against his lips at the feeling of him pressed hard against your thigh. You were aching for him, desperately trying to free him from the confines of his jeans as he discarded your panties somewhere on the floor to be forgotten.

He pulled back slightly, giving your hands more room to work on his jeans, all the while he kept his eyes fixed on you and you did your best to not get distracted.

“The sounds you make are better than anything I could ever play,” he whispered.

If you hadn’t already been dripping for him, it would have been his words that had done it, more so than his hands or his lips or his body, and you abandoned your work on his jeans to pull him back into you, losing yourself in the way his hips grinded against yours as his tongue explored your mouth.

“So this is what you guys do when you hang out alone, huh.”

It was Sam’s voice that had you both crashing back down to this plane of existence, quickly separating and reaching to adjust clothing as you each frantically searched for where his voice had originated, trying to determine how much he had seen. Or could still see.

At the sound of Sam’s voice, Jake had quickly moved off of you and into an upright position on the couch, pulling a blanket from the corner behind you as he moved and haphazardly throwing it over you to help you cover up a bit as he tucked himself back into his jeans, not bothering to fix his belt. He looked angry. It was apparent in the glare he had already prepared on his face for when he stood and met his brother's eyes, trying to block Sam’s sight of you with his body.

“What the hell are you doing here, Sam?” You didn’t often hear him use such a stern tone of voice but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something for you.

“Oh relax,” Sam started. “It’s not like you haven’t walked in on me with someone before.”

It seemed Jake was at a momentary loss for words as he silently seethed at his brother because Sam had time to peer around Jake’s form and send you a wink before adding, “Although she didn’t hold a candle to you, pretty girl.”

You gave Sam a somewhat guilty smile from where you were huddled under the blanket, wondering if your panties were somewhere within his eyeline as Jake regained his footing and pointed with an outstretched arm towards the front door.

“Get out, Sam,” he all but yelled.

But Sam didn’t move.

“I need to borrow your Leonard Cohen record, I’m trying to prove a point to Josh.”

“Sam, I swear to god if you don’t get the fuck out-”

It was almost comical. In fact, for Sam it probably was comical. Hell, even you were trying to hold back an awkward laugh for fear of how Jake would take it. More than anything though, his presence seemed to solidify the drunken actions that had taken place. It was like him walking in had suddenly made it all real. And that was not so comical.

Sam just rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, jesus.”

As Sam turned back toward the direction he entered from, Jake stayed close behind, escorting him out to ensure that he actually left. You could have sworn you heard a ‘have fun, you two’ from Sam but your focus had now shifted and once the two of them were out of sight, you quickly glanced around, looking for your panties, hoping you’d find them, along with your dignity, before Jake returned.

It was the dizziness as you stood to further your search that reminded you of just how very not sober you were and your body swayed right as Jake reappeared, grabbing your arm just in time to steady you.

“Hey, careful, y/n.” He was moving close again, this time gripping your forearms in his hands to keep you from tipping over. “Are you good?” he asked, his eyes practically boring into you.

You found it difficult to meet his gaze, well past embarrassed by what had just happened, and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark room and hide from him. And he must have been able to feel the newly-formed awkward tension in the air because when he opened his mouth to speak, he quickly shut it and shifted his gaze to the ground.

And suddenly you felt bad. You felt bad for giving into your desires so easily, for putting him in the position of having to re-dress himself in front of his brother. And you especially felt bad for not kissing him again the second Sam had left. But it felt far too late to recover the situation and the only thing that made any sense to you in that moment was sleep.

“I should…” you began slowly, trying to swallow your confusion. What was he thinking? Was he just as panicked as you were?

“I should probably go,” you finally whispered.

“You’re drunk, you should stay,” Jake said, finally letting his eyes return to yours.

His eyes were glassy and he looked tired. Not just physically, either. He almost looked…frustrated. At you? At the situation? You had no idea.

You nodded at him in response. You were, in fact, drunk and the idea of taking an Uber home alone was not a welcome one.

“I’ll take the couch, you can sleep in my bed,” he offered in a low voice but you protested.

“I don’t want you to have to sleep on the couch, Jake.”

“It’s fine, really. I don’t mind.”

The idea of him crawling into bed with you was much more enticing than the thought of leaving him to sleep on the couch. But, not knowing where things now stood, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. Instead, you simply nodded again, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor so maybe you wouldn’t be so tempted to grab him by the shirt and pull him into his bedroom with you to finish what you had started.

So you crawled into his bed alone and woke up just the same, without him next to you. And surprisingly, as the two of you silently cleaned up the remnants of the night before from his living room, no one spoke an utterance of what had happened or what had almost happened. Maybe it truly was just another incident to add to the list.

Or so you thought, until a year and a half later.

#an indecent proposal #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fic #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #⭐

[smolla-than-a-bug]

dilf shinichiro

shinichiro as a dad

sano shinichiro x reader

based in the wait for me universe !

[ navi | tokrev m.list | wait for me ]

content — fem!reader, wfm!shin, wfm!nina, dorky shin, includes a dad shin section, dilf shin section (nsfw), and a bonus section about the black dragons as uncles just because

notes — took some time to respond to this ask but,, i know u didnt intend for this response but sending me “dilf shinichiro” holds a helluva lot of power this hc list is like rlly long 😟 ALSO AFTER TR 230 IM FALLING IN LOVE W SHIN ALL OVER AGAIN

dad!shin

let’s start this off by saying i saw someone in the notes of wfm say that Shin would be such a dorky dad

i completely agree. 100% accurate. he would be THE dorkiest dad !

he makes the dad-est dad jokes this is a simple fact

when Nina was younger and he had to be the one to give her a bath, they would usually sing in the shower together

like they would do duets to whatever song was on the radio, making up random lyrics when they’re unfamiliar with the song

but sometimes when the shampoo is dripping and Nina's getting too carried away, Shin would just:

"singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. then it's a soap opera."

and younger Nina would laugh so hard despite not really understanding it

all she knew at that age was that her dad meant for it to be funny and therefore it is funny

the more she grows though, the more she realizes the corniness of Shin's jokes 😭

she's kinda getting sick of them but they make her dad happy so she tries not to show her growing distaste too much

unbeknownst to her, Shin already knows she's getting sick of them and it weirdly makes him wanna say more dad jokes

he finds her reactions so funny

she would try to smile at his crappy jokes but she ends up looking constipated

then when she thinks Shin isn't looking, she turns around and makes the most exasperated expression

he can tell she doesn't wanna offend him by saying his jokes suck and he knows they do but that's part of the humor

he's never gonna stop saying dad jokes as long as they get any reaction out of his little girl, it's quite hilarious

cried on Nina's first day of preschool

when he dropped her off, he was so excited for her but she didn't wanna let go because new places and new faces are scary

then when he crouched down to talk to her like "this is gonna be your new school, angel! you're gonna have so much fun, make so many friends, and forget all about daddy!"

cue he realizes that last part and takes it to heart a bit too much

and what really does it for him is when Nina goes "but i don't wanna forget about daddy!" and starts crying because she really doesn't wanna go to school if it means being away from her dad

he starts crying and now they're both crying and all the teachers and other parents are like half moved but half concerned

calls Nina his little girl, his angel, his princess, his gumdrop, his muffin, jellybean idk the list keeps going

like he could find something, anything cute and attribute it to Nina

he took Nina to a zoo once, found an otter cute, and called Nina a little otter

when they're in the car, he always gives Nina music privileges

he only got the car when he had Nina because as much as it pains him to not be able to use his bike so often anymore, it isn’t the safest mode of transportation when you’ve got kids

he doesn't really mind what artists she plays either

big time rush? sure. the jonas brothers? Shin's favorite was Nick. Nina's starting her kpop phase? he's already thinking of the photocards to gift her on her birthday.

he tries to learn the songs too so that they can jam together during car rides, especially if it's a long trip

he’s such a supportive and active father as well, he’s used to having to fill in for both parental roles for most of Nina’s life

definitely cries at every recognition day/graduation day/awarding ceremony

whether it be for school or any extracurricular Nina got into

or tbh any of her hobbies that she’s excited to share with her dad

like, it could be a drawing and Shin would be close to tears with how much she’s getting into another hobby

Nina got into ballet at a young age because she watched Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses and wanted to be like them

Shin’s been there to witness her whole journey, from the first time she entered the academy to the first breakdown she’s had because of the sport to the first recital,, until present day

he has photos hung up at home/in a photo album to document everything

he may have been clueless and inexperienced as the guardian of a ballet dancer at first but he’s learned so much over the years and he’s so proud

there are times where he feels helpless when he gets short on income at times but he refuses to tell Nina anything

it’s not her problem, it isn’t something she needs to worry about

after all, when he looks at Nina and how invested she is in the things she wants to do, he knows he’d do anything to support her in any way he can

he’s seen everything she’s been through and he’s so proud of how much she’s grown and improved both in skill and as a person

he tears up just thinking about it

definitely cries whenever he looks through the photo album to put in an additional photo when there’s another recital

when Nina needs a dance partner, he takes it completely seriously to fill in the spot for her to practice

Nina knows her dad absolutely cannot dance but she appreciates his effort and loves him even more for trying

sometimes they do get into disagreements but Shin refuses to let it escalate

he can’t go to bed without resolving the conflict either, refuses to end the day on a bad note for either of them

he’d rather talk to his daughter because he knows that she has her own perspective/experience than him and would want to understand her rather than alienate her

the last thing he wants is for his daughter to slowly become a stranger

they’ve really only ever had each other until you came along and their bond is so endearing to witness

dilf!shin, suggestive/nsfw themes

fast forward to when you met shinichiro

you’ll never admit it but knowing that he’s so good with kids was soooo attractive, even when you refused to acknowledge that you were attracted to him

now that you’re together though, you like to observe him interact with Nina

he’s just that good at responding to her—he doesn’t merely deal with her, he takes the time to exchange and understand in order to be able to give the best response that both considers and works for everyone involved

he’s just such a skilled father, not to mention his skills in the household

the domesticity he radiates is,,,, 🥵

some days, watching him move about the house setting things in their place in such a natural manner makes you all soft thinking about having started a life with him

but other days, it just gets you thinking about having his kids, giving Nina a younger sibling that you’re sure she’ll love with all her heart

and raising them alongside Shin is the best and only scenario there is for you

watching his lean muscles flex when he tries dancing with Nina 💯

watching him roll up the sleeves of his loose long sleeved lounge shirt when he’s cooking on the stove 💯💯

when he sighs in relaxation after a long day and Nina’s asleep 💯💯💯

THE LOOK HE GIVES YOU WHEN HE REALIZES IT’S JUST YOU AND HIM NOW 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

he makes it a habit to kiss you so heatedly, so passionately once Nina isn’t around to see

you can practically feel everything he’s been holding back on since the start of the day

he loves his daughter, don’t get him wrong, but goddamn parenting is fucking hard

and he gets to relax and wind down, if you will, when he’s alone with you

and you’re more than happy to take care of your loving, hardworking man how ever it is he desires 🤫

a lot of the time, you’re both tired and just get into the bath together

nothing sexual, just a romantic and relaxing bath where you can both massage each other’s shoulders

but otherwise, i think ya’ll know where this is going

he likes to take care of you, mostly

he likes to make your pleasure a priority, and he takes it seriously, like a man starved

but if you rile him up enough, he’ll end up rutting into you desperately like a horny virgin

usually, whispering scenarios of him fucking you around the house works well enough to get him like this

especially the image of bending you over the kitchen counter while he pounds you from behind while Nina’s in school or even now since she’s asleep

it’s too risky to actually do it though, and Shin wouldn’t dare actually try it out of fear of being caught

he likes to think he’s a responsible father and most of all doesn’t want to scar Nina

but the image of it while he’s fucking into you in the bedroom or bathroom is enough for him to go wild

when Nina’s in the house, regardless of whether or not she’s awake, you both make it a point to keep quiet

and somehow, it adds to the thrill

it becomes a game to you both, maxing out each other’s pleasure but also having to restrain yourselves from being loud

on less freaky days though, which is most of the time, Shin prefers intimacy

romantic sex >>>>

he’s kind of traumatized from how Nina’s biological mother left and he doesn’t really like feeling used

he’d much rather feel the connection between your souls exchanged through your bodies and you’re more than happy to oblige

you just want to make him feel the way he makes you feel

you want to overwhelm him, overstimulate his brain with your love

i’ll leave it up to your imagination how you want to make that happen 😘

bonus: black dragons as uncles

Nina is so loved by her uncles

they all spoil her so much and they’re all so proud of Shin for raising her because she’s absolutely perfect

uncle Omi is Nina’s godfather and he’s the type to spoil her with so many gifts

whether it be toys or clothes or books or literally Nina’s entire wishlist for her birthday/gift-giving holidays

you name it, he’ll buy it without hesitation

Shin has to constantly remind him not to spoil her too much

uncle Omi also likes to let Nina spend time with Senju for a little girl time when she comes over, especially before they met you

Nina essentially sees Senju as her cool older sister and looks up to her a lot

one of Nina’s love languages is unconsciously mirroring you whether it be your words or personality or interests

that said, Nina gets her sense of fashion from her older sister figure Senju

uncle Waka is the most laid back uncle she has

he literally lets her do anything

it’s chaos when he’s the one babysitting her

they’re like best friends, w chaotic dynamic duo

don’t be surprised to find your kitchen trashed or something on fire when Waka’s in charge of looking after her

they get into all sorts of mischief together too

their favorite activity is pranking Shin

and then leaving him to clean up the mess they make

Waka just laughs but Nina feels guilty seeing her dad on cleanup duty all by himself so she ends up helping him out

despite Waka being insistent on just letting Nina have her fun and letting the grownups handle everything that follows, he’s proud of the fact that Nina has such an empathetic consciousness

he still doesn’t help with cleanup tho

and he’s usually already planning what chaos to bring next, who to prank next (usually Benkei)

uncle Benkei/uncle Ben/uncle BK is the one Shin trusts the most with babysitting

he’s very firm with Nina’s disciplining—a big contrast to how Waka deals with things

but it’s only because he doesn’t want her to think that actions don’t have consequences

he does teach her self-defense tho

he and Waka let her tag along to Waka’s gym at times

and Benkei’s the one who teaches her the basics of self-defense, like the correct fighting stance, how to dodge, and where to hit your opponent’s weak points

he makes it a point to teach her how to deal with people who are bigger and stronger than her

after every training session, he carries her back home on his shoulders so she doesn’t need to walk and further exhaust herself

plus she loves the view from up there and the fact that she feels so strong, just like her big uncle BK

she refuses to call him uncle Ben after watching Spiderman

all three uncles tend to scare off boys

if they so much as spot a little boy the same age as their precious Nina, they’re already giving him a nasty glare in warning

it ends up with the boy crying and scrambling away to their parents because they’re literally in elementary school

but all the uncles are like 😌 no dating for Nina until she’s 30

Shin just rolls his eyes at them, knowing that they only do it because they’re protective of their niece

he knows they wouldn’t hesitate to kill if anything happens to Nina, which kind of worries him

but at least he knows they love her almost as much as he loves his daughter <3

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[adarafaelbarba]

So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

#adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo #law and order svu #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago fire #chicago med #kingsman #marauders #fantastic beasts #outlander #a discovery of witches #marvel #mayans mc #karen hosts a bingo