#Uff I need some sleep

[catliker49]

I am hoping I'll finish this tomorrow!! I'll be a day late for Clown's birthday, but it's currently 2:30AM! I must get my beauty sleep! Here is some of the Line art so far if you are interested! Howdy and Barnaby! Yay!!! Ooh I also drew Sally.. I love how I drew her.. I'm holding myself back from showing too much of the drawing, but AAHH! (Also I am so Angry - not really! haha! - every time I try to make my text fancy.. the last letter, full stop, comma or bracket is always white rather than the Colour I chose! Evil I say!)

[itstheghostofmypast]

One More Hour

Idol San x (f)Reader

Summary: If Choi San was sure about one thing, it was the love that occupied his heart, his love for her. She had become everything he needed, everything he believed in and everything he worshipped, not a thought that went by that wasn't followed by a thought about her. The only problem was, his undying love for her, was a secret known only to her, not the people he had been living with since his teens.

Genre: Fluff (a tinge of angst) (simp San, technically they're both hopelessly, dramatically inlove- i do not regret this)

Warnings: None

A/N: Choi San's got me whipped, I just can't. Please remember to show some love by 💗 and reblogs

With her cheek squished against his cotton-clad chest, she felt his warmth slowly lull her to a state of blissful sleep, their heartbeat synchronized as he hummed a familiar, yet random tune, perhaps it wasn't the tune that was familiar but his melodic voice that could compete with angels.

She had long forgotten the plot of the movie, too engrossed by his presence, arms squeezing his waist, pressing herself closer into his side, his hand reaching to rest on top of her head, fingers caressing through her hair. It had been long since the two had spent time together like this, just enjoying each other's presence, basking in each other's warmth. So, when given the opportunity to take a day off, when everyone else had other things to do, he chose to stay at home alone, unknown to the rest of the members that instead of sleeping in, he had decided to spend the evening with his significant angel. Calling her over with a well-formulated plan, since everyone was leaving and coming in late, he had told her to drop by earlier and he'd drop her off before they arrived back home, meaning the two could spend some time together- both knowing even an eternity spent together wasn't enough.

It's not that he didn't want to tell them or that they wanted to keep it a secret, it's just that company at the dorm was… something noone preferred, possibly due to this being the only place of privacy they had. More importantly, he didn't want to introduce her as just her girlfriend, his brain had been buzzing with a certain idea he wasn't sure if she was comfortable with, which is why he had been waiting for the perfect opportunity.

"Sannie…" her hushed voice rang in his ears, earning a hum in return she paused, eyes darting to the wall clock as a sigh escaped her lips, finally causing him to look away from the screen to scan her face, eyes tracing the subtle frown of her brows and pouted lips- "What's wrong-hey" he called out, trying to hold her still as she slipped away, sitting up straight, "Where are you going?" his own pout making its way to his face, mirroring the sad look in her eyes.

"It's six, Sannie, I need to get going before it gets too late," she mumbled, trying to make her way over his sprawled-out legs to the other side of the bed, only for him to gently push her down, ignoring her high pitched, over-dramatic squeak, climbing over her form as her head hit the soft mattress pinning her down, glaring up at him, his grip on her wrists tightened, pushing them down next to head. "Don't go." his whine not even remotely representing the death grip he had on her, his whole body engaging her, face pressed into the skin of her neck, lips pressing against her pulse, stretching into a smirk at the feeling of her breath hitching.

"One more hour," mumbling against her skin he traced his lips up the column of her neck to her jaw, trailing soft kisses to her ear, "I'll drop you home myself, just…one more hour."

"But Sannie- uff" her whine was cut off as the air was pushed out of her lungs, thanks to him putting his entire body weight on top of hers, rubbing his nose against her cheek, "You have been detained, due to the horrendous crime of breaking your boyfriend's heart."

"I'm about to die." wheezing out she tried to pull her hands out of his death grip or at least shove him off, only to fail and whine in defeat. His chest vibrated as a chuckle broke past his lips, proud at how all that time at the gym had paid off, before pulling himself off her, only to hover over her, his hands letting go of her wrists, to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her warm cheeks.

"Just one more hour," he whispered before placing a chaste kiss on the tip of her nose, smiling at how she scrunched her nose in response.

"Tempt me to stay."

Words that had no malice or implications, in truth she just meant food or a tasty treat, nothing else of any sort but a fact that slipped her mind. A thought and a fact about how the big, shy, feline-eyed man of hers was a pervert. A sinister smirk replaced his easy smile, eyes gleaming at the way her smile had faltered upon the realisation of the innuendo that could have been behind those words- mind you she had not intended for there to be any.

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"You perv." was all she could manage to huff out, chest heaving after the tedious, tiring yet exhilarating session, staring up at the false ceiling in post haze. His pillow felt cold under her head, her body shivering, more from the buzz of the aftermath than the cold. Laying on his side he watched her features, the way her gaze seemed to be unfocused, lips slightly parted, cheeks puffed out and pink, propping himself up on his elbow, he reached over to caress her cheek, neither concerned about the time anymore.

"Shower?"

"Yes please."

With a quick shower, the two had returned to their usual spot on the bed, after San had oh so kindly changed the sheets. He had forced her to wear his hoodie, only for her to insist he give her something to wear underneath too because it was cold and much to his displeasure he had to give his gym shorts, even after he had explained how he'd keep her legs warm even without anything, only to receive an "I've had enough of your nonsense for one day, Choi."

"What are you doing?" her words broke the comfortable silence, catching him in the act, and stopping him from pulling the covers over the two. She had allowed a cuddling session to commence but never approved of anything more, it was almost nine and she had to go- no, he said he'd drop her off- no, she'd rather go alone to avoid anything else.

"I thought we could rest…for a bit…you know…" clearing his throat he looked around, "After all that fun."

"And who decided to have that 'fun', huh?"

"You. It was actually you." with that he pulled her closer, holding her close as she struggled against him, "Don't worry, I set the alarm, just one more hour." she paused looking up at him, as he leaned down to press a sloppy kiss on her forehead, "Just one more hour, I promise."

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"That was by far the worst film you could have ever forced us to watch." Mingi sighed, opening the door and entering the passageway, kicking his shoes off, followed by the others.

"It was an art film," Hongjoong argued, locking the door behind him, noting how Seonghwa had been neatly stacking everyone's shoes, in order only to pause at a pair of Converse, one that looked too small for any of them.

"It was SHIT, that's what it WAS." Wooyoung called out as he headed towards his room, "A bloody day off and we decide to let him plan it- SAN WAS SO SMART FOR NOT COMING." he stopped by the kitchen, before swinging open the fridge, "I mean I get it, it can be in French or whatever language, but why did the dude become a slug and- this bastard…"

"What's up?" Yunho asked, ripping open a packet of instant ramen, midnight snacks are important. Motioning to Yeosang who nodded, signaling for a serving as well.

Slamming the door closed Wooyoung turned around and glared at them, "The asshole ate my cakeslice!"

"You mean the toothpaste one?"

"Not funny Yunho.Not.F*cking.Funny!"With that he stomped out of the kitchen, probably to confront the criminal.

"What's his deal?" Mingi, who Wooyoung slammed his shoulder into, stumbled into the kitchen, earning an eye-roll from Yuho and a quiet "He's insane" from Yeosang.

"Not mine," Jongho mumbled, staring at the shoes, both his hyungs humming in agreement. Hongjoong looked at the two, "Did San have company over? He never said he would- is he seeing someone?"

"Not that I know of?" Seonghwa mumbled, glancing at Jongho who looked up at the door when they heard the familiar keypad beep. All three stared at the door as the person of conversation walked in, the cap of his hoodie covering most of his beanie-covered head, his bangs peeking out from beneath. Pulling his mask down he placed the plastic bag on the floor to kneel and untie his shoes, only to freeze at the sight of the many shoes before him, slowly glancing up to meet the gaze of the three most judgmental members.

"I can explain." he began only for Seonghwa to snort, "We didn't ask anything yet."

"Listen, she was meant to leave- I- we thought you'd come later-"

"Please tell me, she is not a professional." Hongjoong cut him off, rubbing his temples, they could not and did not, need a scandal of sorts.

"Of course not!" he snapped, before biting back his tongue at the way Hongjoong stared at him, correcting himself, "No… she’s not a fling or a hookup, I swear she's special and I-"

A shriek cut him off, alarming everyone else too, "Shit!" Bolting past them he ran to his room, noting the door was open and from inside he heard, none other than Wooyoung, "I AM SO SORRY! I SWEAR I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!"

"Yah! What did you do??" He growled, stomping in to find his girlfriend crouched on the ground next to the bed and Wooyoung with his eyes covered by the doorframe.

"I CAME HERE TO BEAT YOUR ASS AND THEN I SAW- "He paused at the whimper, "I MEAN I SAW YOU MISS- NOTHING ELSE I SWEAR!"

San crouched down beside her trying to pry her hands away from her face, only for her to glare at him with teary eyes and hiss, "You asshole." Trying to shove him away but he pulled her into his chest, eyeing his shorts that she was wearing on the ground, oh, so she was trying to change her clothes- honestly, he had only gone for 40 minutes. He had woken up as soon as the alarm rang but with his quick reflexes, he turned it off, wanting to spend a few more minutes with her, call him selfish, clingy or obsessed, none of them was wrong. After a few minutes, an idea popped up in his head, which is why he had decided to make a little trip to the bakery nearby, to bring her something.

"So, this is why you didn't come with us today?" Wooyoung finally looked at the two, her face still hidden in his chest, San's hoodie covering her form, her grip on his sweater tightening at the question. This was it, it was all over, she would either be asked to leave or forced to leave his life, they’d take away the only reason why she woke up in the morning, the only reason she still had hope in the future of humanity- call her over dramatic but that was just how much he meant to her. His scent, his body, his soul, if she could she would keep begging the stars to make sure they are bound together for an eternity, surrounded by him, to keep her grounded. Though that was a distant dream now, one that was going to be snatched out of her hands, the very hands that were pulling him even closer, in fear, if he were to be pulled away from her so be it, but she would savour the few seconds she had left with him, to imprint his being in her soul, a memory she could turn to on rainy days. She had hopped he had not picked up on this little anxious act, but how could San be San if he hadn’t, the moment the question had left Wooyoung’s lips, he had felt her grip on him tighten, his heart growing three sizes bigger at this very act of love and want. He had noticed how she was clinging onto him, no longer out of embarrassment or anger, but fear- fear of uncertainty, the fear he knew had accompanied him the first time he had asked her out, the first time he had kissed her, the first time he asked her to become an official couple- that very day he had promised himself to never put her in a position where this fear would become a reality, yet here they were, about to face this demon, together for the last time.

"Good choice. The film was shit."

Her head snapped up to meet Wooyoung’s casual gaze, who shrugged, “Seriously, certain art films should be banned, and I’d rather choose to stay at home with a lady than go out with Hongjoong any day.”

San smiled at his best friend, eyes watering at the note of acceptance and approval, delivered in the most Wooyoung manner, but words of affirmation that both needed to hear. Slowly standing up he pulled her up with him, letting her adjust the oversized hoodie, “Thanks man, I appreciate-”

His words were cut short as Wooyoung raised his hand, “Not you, bastard, I still want to stab you, not only for eating my slice of cake but also for not telling us beforehand you had a guest, now she’ll think I’m a creep.”

“I’m sure she already thinks so.” Yunho peered in from the doorway, smiling at the girl who shied away, moving behind her boyfriend, who glanced up at Yunho, “Also, Hongjoong called for a group meeting and you’re invited too!”

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With her clothes changed, she sat a good distance from her boyfriend, hands in her lap, the same lap that seemed oh so interesting that she had been staring at it silently while San was trying to explain how they met.

“So, let me get this straight, you have been together for four years and you thought not telling us, your ‘brothers’, would be a good idea?” Hongjoong asked, staring- no- glaring at San.

“Four years, three months and 23 days actually…” he mumbled, before noticing the way she was staring at him, with the most, ‘what the f*ck, dude’ expression she could muster.

“Is he a good boyfriend?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“Are you into dumb dudes?”

“Have your parents met him?”

“Are they scared of his face?”

It was the last question that had her choking on her spit, trying to conceal the laughter, that increased in volume after his whines became more apparent, he knew what they were doing, they were embarrassing him on purpose- a form of payback.

“Yes, yes, I uh…guess so and yes they have met him and no they find him to be very good-looking.” Finally looking up at them she smiled gently, the nervous atmosphere around them, maybe this wasn’t so bad. At his point she was glad that they had accepted her, or rather had approved of their relationship, it was as if a giant boulder had been lifted off her shoulders, and she was free to love him with the certainty of them being together.

He was thrilled to see how everyone had absorbed this, he knew they’d give him hell once she left, but it wasn’t because they disliked her, no, it was due because of his cowardice. It was he who made all of them promise to be transparent, yet here he was keeping one of the most important people in his life a secret, putting strain on the relationship with his lover and his members. The issue was no longer whether they would accept her he had found a loophole for that, he wanted to introduce her to them, really did, but he wasn’t going to introduce her as ‘just his girlfriend’. San slowly moved closer, hands reaching out for hers only to pause and stare at her, “Wait, did you just say I’m dumb?”

“I uh-

“So, did you wait this long to tell us because you were going to propose first and then tell us?” Wooyoung cut her off as she choked on air, her boyfriend too busy trying to pat her back, his face dusted with pink, the tips of his ears burning at the embarrassment of being caught. Whispering to her, “You okay?”

She glanced up at him through her lashes, whispering back coyly, “Were you going to propose?”

“Yeah,” he gave her that million-dollar dimpled smile, eyes turning into crescents, only to turn into cat-like slits with the most serious and judgemental expression, one that sent shivers down her spine. His head whipped in Wooyoung’s direction, “How did you know- oh you bastard.”

Holding the crumb-covered ring in his hand, showing it to everyone, his eyes met his best friend's glare, the plate of a half-eaten cake slice on his lap, an easy smirk making its way to his face, “That’s what you get for eating my slice.”

[natsuyuki-w]

Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Lilia - Kalim and Jamil - Vil, Epel and Rook

- See you tomorrow! - I waved the ghosts at the cafeteria. "Yass pay day as come again!" I cheered while making my way to the dorm. The corridor was empty except for a student at the end walking in my opposite direction.

All of a sudden he slowed down and started to wobble. I rushed as fast as I could catching him just in time. - Uff - he fell face front in my arms, and I stumbled a little, needing to pull my all strength to support his limp body. - mmmm - he fought the dizziness but his lids refused to stay open slowly covering his lilac irises. - I'll bring you to the infirmary ,... - - Mmmm, no infirmary...father. - - Ehm... Maybe not? - I chuckled - Poor thing... I'm afraid is going to be quite difficult bringing you home in short terms. - and I tried shifting him better for the carrying.

- Smell...good - "Did he just nuzzled in my chest????" - Ha ha ha... l-let's go you need some sugar in your system. - "If I'm lucky enough, his brain is too turned off to..." - mmmm...A girl? - never mind.

- Is the feeling of dizziness getting better? - I asked deflecting the topic, but no responses came out. - Damn it!!! He passes out. - Starting to drag him I searched in every pocket anything useful and noticed "his colors". - Diasomnia eh? Can you tell me your name? - but again nothing came out of his mouth. - Uff we are almost *gnh there - I pulled resisting his full weight.

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Once arrived, the stuff helped me carry him to bed and informed me of his predicament. Apparently he was often found sleeping around. - So it's rather narcolepsy then dizziness... must be hard. - Sitting on his bed I tried to talk testing again if he was gaining cautiousness.

Looking down his sleeping face, I hummed a little tune inspired by his predicament - 🎶 I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream, I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam... 🎶 - -... Thank you...princess Aurora. - he murmured, held out weakly his hand to then falling down my arm in the trajectory.

*girly squeaks I got up covering my red face. - Is he awake? - came back one of the nurses. I shook my head and ran passed them - Thank you for your work, please take care of him I'm going to inform his dorm mates. - I quickly dismissed myself.

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In Diasomnia's lounge I found a solitary green haired boy, seemingly able to solely communicate in screeches. He started from the moment he lent eyes on me and continued till we parted ways.

- Goodness... I'm going to lay down myself... It was exhausting. - hopefully sleeping beauty in the confusion would forget about our encounter.

Swimwear fiasco

- Oasi maker! - exclaimed Kalim. - Come on (Yuu) let's enjoy the water!- encouraged the bubbly boy. - Oh no I... Can't.- I sat on the border enjoying the coolness with my feet. After the exhausting week, it would've been a blessing, but I knew better then risk once again my identity.

- But you said you love swimming...- - I did... But I'm... very tired from all the training we did, I'll just stay here for a while...- - But water is very helpful! It relaxes all your muscles. - he insisted. - Koebi-chaan... Let's go in the water. You'll make the baby otter cry. - teased Floyd, knowing Exactly why I didn't want to swim. - I-I don't even have swimwear. I can't. - - Y-yeah exactly Floyd don't insist, sh..he can't ha-ha.- laughed Azul awkwardly realizing the predicament of me in a swimsuit.

- Don't worry Prefect! - smiled brightly Kalim taking his thumb and middle finger together. - Here you...- - NO!!! - I quickly stood up, but my protest came late. * snap Red swim boxers with flames lay lower than my navel, showing in full display the tight sports bra that flatted my chest.

Azul shrieked and covered his eyes immediately, his face redder than his sunburn. Floyd and Jade instead watched all too attentively with wide grins. Grim started to laugh at my yet another involuntary revealing and Jamil stepped back in disbelief and completely flustered covered his eyes like the Octavinelle's head.

Kalim directly in front of me, was staring, his brain fused and mouth half agape. - Sigh... Don't be so shocked, I'm not naked.- and I grabbed my shirt from the boy's hand. - Come on, you're all reacting like you've never seen a girl in your life. - and then I mumbled - I'm not even that good-looking.- - Awwww that's not true Shrimpy,...*uf why already covering? - lamented Floyd. - HORNY JAIL FOR YOU!- I snapped.

- B-b-b since...when? Y-you ...I - Kalim became a mumbling mess. - Oh you know, it's the cold water. - I joked (to myself because nobody knew about Ranma 1/2). - For real??? - exclaimed him, incapable of understanding sarcasm. - No...No darling, since the first day here, I've always been a girl, but Crowley asked me to hide it. - and then I mumbled - Definitely harder than I thought keeping this a secret.-

- Excuse me on Kalim's behalf. - intervened Jamil still not looking at me from embarrassment. - I'M SO SORRY (YUU). - cried the boy, opened arms ready for his usual hugs but stopped unsure. I smiled and closed the gap to squeeze and pat his back. - Don't worry I'm not mad, fortunately, it all turned out...decently - at least I wasn't naked - Only thing I ask of you: don't tell anyone, plz. And look at the positive: now I can swim!-

- NOOO!!!- protested Azul turning into an even deeper shade of red. - YEES!!! - exclaimed instead Floyd and Kalim, the kid quickly recovering from the shock. - Tho I can't give you the clothes...my magic is not that good- muttered soon after. - Ah, no no I can go like this! Sure is a bit stuffy but it can work. - - (Yuu), I can procure you proper wearing if you want. - invited Jade with an evil smile. - Nah, thx -

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We enjoyed the water for a while till I heard someone screaming out of breath from afar. - Hm? Someone's running from across the desert. - I looked where Grim was pointing and saw my favorite bromance. - Heeeey Prefect, Griiim - - Are you guys alive? - Deuce was ready to throw fists. - Hey guys! What happened to you? Decided to come back ear... - - Whaddya mean " What happened to us"? What the hell happened to you? - Angrily inquired Ace. - As soon as we got your "We're locked up in Scarabia" message...-

- Oooh right...I'm sorry guys! Grim suggested to contact you but after we were so caught up with the all thing...- you excused - Tho... Awww were you worried about us? Such good friends!... Ace, only at times. - - WHAAAT? We freaking public transported here! The mirror warp is not opened yet. -

- It seems you solved the situation well. I'm glad you are... - Deuce noticed my fewer garments. - So... They found out too eh?- inquired Ace. - Come on come on! - I grabbed their hands dismissing quickly the topic - the water is so good, you came all the way here, now relax and I'll fetch'ya with ALL the dits. - The raven head looked vacantly before him in shock. - Yeah, I'm going to take a good soak, but I need more than relaxing. You better prepare a cocktail for all the scare you gave us. - - Perfect! Kalim, can you please do the *snap on them?- I shouted.

To be young

- But I thought you didn't bring a swimsuit (Yuu). - asked the ghosts. I groaned in response and stayed behind to admire the Winter Wonderland. - Gyahahhahaa, she didn't but...- and the cat started narrating my misadventure.

- Oooh would you look at that? So you have finally come back - in front of my face, a boy with black and pink hair flew upside down. - Whaaa! You scared the crap outta me! - then I looked at his face better and snapped repeatedly my fingers - What was your name....- - I'm...- - No no no! Wait. I have it...- - Fufufufu suit yourself. - he shrugged - You're a curious thing indeed...Not only you managed to catch his attention, but you're also an infiltrated girl. - smiled chuckling. - Aaaand here goes my identity... again. -

With his face so close I got a little starstruck and absentmindedly I recapped - Big eyes, pointy champers, always upside down, great hearing,... You truly are like a pretty bat... LILIA! YESSS I knew I had it! - and held my fist victorious.

He flinched - That's...- and exploded in a long laugh lowering to the ground - Why yes-and-thank -you! - he closed the distance again, his face inches from mine - You're quite the charmer. - He lightly gasped - Uh boy! Perhaps you may be...his first crush? - and his expression turned into a teasing grin. - Wha...?- - Awww to be young,... Here, I've come to deliver a holiday card addressed to you from a Certain individual. I wonder if he knows you're a girl...- and he passed me the envelope closed by a golden sigil.

- A Certain individual... - the only Diasomnia kid I knew was Tsunotaro. - M.D...- I glared at the card in search of answers, Lilia looking expectingly. - He was sulking since he wasn't invited to any holiday parties this year. - - Oh really? I hope he'll spend a wonderful vacation either way. Next time we prepare something I shall invite him. Tho... He has you,... right?- He smiled warmly and nodded - Yes we kept him company, but I think he will appreciate your sentiment. - I nodded looking again at the message.

- Ah-ha! Of course M.D: My Dearest! - I translated - Awww that's cute, send him my gratitude, he's dear to me as well...I think. I'm still not sure we are talking about the same person.-

And for 5 minutes straight, he laughed at my expenses.

Femboy

- I think you can see it well from him. - lectured Vil to the rebellious kid. - Tho still a bit of a potato, but he has embraced his cuteness with both masculine and feminine traits. - - W- wait... are you talking about me? - I finally realized. - Who else, Manager? - - I... well, you see...- - Schoenheit-senpai the Prefect is not...- - That... Feminine. - interrupted Ace before Deuce could spill the secret to yet another person. With all those people finding out, he had forgotten about his promise.

"If I tell those two now..." but my thoughts got interrupted. - I think a practical demonstration would be the best solution to get through this thick head of his.- Epel's brows twitched, he didn't seem much inclined to the idea and found a way to change the topic.

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- And now? What should I do? - I asked Rook. - How would Epel react after seeing that my "femininity" is in fact because I'm a woman? - - Mmm, I see,...it is quite troublesome.- he took a hand under his chin.- You could reverse the perspective, Trickster! - and pointed back at me. - ...- - I did't doubt you being a boy the first time I saw you, and the others too. -

Apparently, curious of our interest in the challenge, he made his research (stalking) and had confessed his discovery when my friends asked to apply to the selection.

"Aaaah so you are not applying Trickster? I guess it's unfortunate but inevitable. After all, you couldn't risk your identity being revealed in the presence of the other academies."

- Mmmmm... So like, emphasize that I'm a manly girl? - - ...Not exactly what I meant, but yes. You're remarkably beautiful in disguise and not.- - At...well. Wow, thank you! I guess,...uff wow... is it hot in here? - I exclaimed closing the conversation fast to hide my rosy cheeks.

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- See you this evening! - I saluted. - Have fun, but be there on time for preparing dinner, okay Manager? - inquired Vil. - Don't worry (Yuu), today I'll help you too so you can arrive a little later. - reassured Epel. - Sweet ~ Thank you so much I really appreciate it! -

- Where are you going (Yuu)? - came after me Kalim. - Shopping! Cater has been asking me to go for a while - Since the tie-reveal, the third year had been throwing "girly" dates ideas from time to time - Today my hard-earned savings are going to be put to good use... On myself! And dorms fixing obv. - since my interlocutor seemed giddy I asked - Wanna join? - - YES...- - I'm afraid not, Kalim. - inquired Jamil. - You have been neglecting your study for long enough using training as an excuse. We need to make up for lost time. -

- Ack... Sorry love - I pet his white hair, the poor Scarabia's leader totally drained from enthusiasm. - Good luck then but please, take some rest you all! You too Jamil! - I glared. - Bye (Yuu) have a nice day. - waved me off with a smile the Vice dorm leader.

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A few hours later we were strolling the streets ogling the shop windows -...something like that, you know? - I chatted explaining my plan to Cater. - I like the idea very much and I'll help you for sure! - he winked - I'm so happy you accepted! When we'll be back, I'll show Trey some peeks of our date juust to tease him. He's going to be so jealous! - he smiled mischievously pulling his phone out. -Hahahaa what are you talking about? Don't be silly. - I shook my head - But yes! If you could lend a hand I would reeeally appreciate it.-

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The day passed by smoothly and after some last touches of light makeup at Heartlabyul, I was ready to put my plan in motion.

I entered the door and greeted everyone with nonchalance. - Hii (Yuu)...Wooow! Your shopping went well! - gawked Kalim. - Hahahaha thank you! Pretty neat yeah? Cater is a good consultant I have to admit it. - - You look good, the jacket is dope! - Epel's ruder self slipped out but Vil's glare was an immediate shut down. - Wanna try? - I tugged the collar. He nodded and I slipped off the piece of garment to rest it on his shoulder.

Silence broke down.

Under the masculine attire, I wore a fitting cropped corset, hugging nicely my shape. -..but..you..- Epel blushed then frowned. Many things ran through his head. Kalim was going to cover me but I quickly stopped his track with a reassuring smile. Behind him Ace threw a teasing roll of his eyes. Meaning: show-off. Deuce blush inevitably came out and Jamil was the most flustered of them all. He was still recovering from the swimwear trauma. Vil on the other hand, after the first surprise, soon recomposed himself. He knew what transsexuality was after all. - Magnifique, c'est très flatteuse.- admired Rook.

- Sorry Epel and Vil, I never told you I'm a girl. - I confessed meeting the azure eyes of the boy before me. The look in them wavered in a mix of fluster and betrayal. I explained the all Crowley ordeal and my motives - I know I could've just stayed silent, but it didn't sit right to me. Especially when Vil's point seemed completely contradicted by the reality. But Rook... - - *Sigh, of course, you knew - commented Vil. - ...Rook told me I could make the same point out of my situation. I hope it reached. But mostly, I hope we can still be friends. - and I surpassed the first year with a pat on the shoulder. - Do you still wanna help? - and after a bit of pondering the boy silently nodded.

- I... Don't know what's right or wrong and I am not truly sure how to face this, but I do want to be friends. - spoke after we finished. I smiled brightly and responded- I'm glad. - and smiling back he went out to settle the table.

- Now I understand why you didn't even try the audition. - Vil posed at the entry. - Yep. The headmaster prohibited "too much exposure" especially for an event that invites all the other academies. - He nodded. - The attire suits you, by the way, it makes you look handsome. - and he left.

"VIL SHONEHEIT THINKS I'M HANDSOME."

The pairing of the names Kalim+Jamil is so amusing to me, and I always mix them up. (Jalim, Kamil) The ship is so strong it comes naturally.

[misguidedasgardian]

I need to (11)

... Run myself against you

MASTERLIST

I need to… rub myself against you

Summary: Jealousy Jealousy 

Pairings: Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking in some countries, alcohol consumption, implied use of other drugs, party peopleeee

Wordcount: 3.8 k

Notes: I’m introducing new players! Muahaha, and again, all is fair in this, characters from GOT or HotD, all in one, all in!, I did not check this, it like 5 am where I live and i didn't have the strength

You wanted to cry

You had been sleep deprived for the last couple of days, you had drinked your weight in coffee, endangering your budget for the semester, and right now, the thin wooden stick model that you were making had just collapsed in your hands by lack of glue.

You loved your career, but it was demanding, and right know you needed to make a model showing three different concepts for an art gallery and you were losing your mind

You couldn’t work at your dorm, so you were in your faculty with other students, you were starving and sleepy, and even though the building was open 24/7 for this cases in particular, it did not have even a expensive machine for you to use

You were losing it

You jumped when your phone rang, it was ten pm, who could be at this hour?

To your surprise, it was Sara

“Where are you?”, she asked as soon as you answered

“At the ADA”, you muttered

“Get your ass here at the boy’s”

“Really?”

“Yeah we have coffee, tea, snacks, and energy drinks”

“Uff great, I’m on my way”, you sighed, relieved

You packed your supplies and grabbed the base for your model, and abandoned the premises after saying your goodbyes to your classmates

You liked them, you had friends, but not as friendly as to spend the night with them yet

The walk to the boy’s apartment was fast, since you were almost speed walking. You weren’t scared that something would happen to you but still your walk was very fast, it was cold at night 

You, of course, were received warmly by Cregan when he opened the door, he greeted you with a kiss in the cheek, while you could hear screams in the background

“No!”

“Auw!”

“You got it wrong! The prima nocta was forbidden during the reign of Jaehaerys the conciliator in 60 AC”, you heard a squirting sound and and Jace whined, “I thought you were a feminist Jacerys”

You came into view and realised Sara was holding a spray with an unknown liquid inside of it, and was spraying Jace

“Very funny” whined Jace drying his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt

“Hello”, you giggled

“Hello love”, She greeted, “is the only way he pays attention”

“Yeah sure”, whined Jace

“It’s only water with a bit of tea”, said Sara

“I’m loving this but please keep it away from my model”, you laughed

“Half the table is all yours”, offered Cregan, putting papers in order

“Great, thanks guys”, you said with smile, “I was about to drop at the ADA”

“I love it when you call it the ADA, sound like a cool government organisation”, mocked Jace

“RIGHT?”, you chuckled back

You had half the dining room table while Cregan had the other half with his notes and notebook, Sara and Jace shared the couch and half the tea table each 

They quizzed each other amongst silly and colourful games, that really seemed to help them, while Cregan and you ended up sitting by the same side of the table, he would lean into you to ask you something, or sometimes when he needed to rest his mind he would help you cut or paste small sticks into your model

Hours passed and you had listened to music, you had helped each other, quizzed each other, you took turns to cut small wooden pieces, or reciting Sara’s hIgh Valyrian poetry, or helped Jace with phonetics to remember dates and kings and presidents… or helped Cregan’s with hypothetical in weak spots of his plan

You felt so good with Cregan, so comfortable, and you found yourself wanting to share the bed with him again, and not even have sex but… take a power nap cuddling each other

You felt like a burning need to touch him, he had hugged you a couple of times and you found yourself wanting to be engulfed into his thick, protective arms again

He caught you staring and smiled softly at you.

“If you want to take a nap, or just sleep, you can take my room”, he offered, you looked at your model, you were almost done… but just

“Not yet, but thanks”, you whispered, “are you going to sleep?”

“Not yet”, those couple of nights you spend sleeping together had been so nice, you wanted to be with him, in his company

The idea of being intimate didn’t frighten you anymore, you were looking forwards to it

You wanted to hang out with him, you wanted to be around him, to get to know him better, you wanted to… be alone… with him 

But right now, you needed to focus, you got up from your seat and went to get a soothing tea this time and a fruit for good sugar, 

As you were waiting for the water to boil, you looked at the coffee/breakfast cabinet, and you amazed to find a brand new can of Ashford coffee

The one that you liked

You knew Jace didn't like it, and apparently, Cregan drank Dornish, so it surprised you that they had it 

“I bought it for you”, Cregan joined you in the kitchen holding his empty cup

“Really?”, you asked, he smiled

“The other day when you spent those marvellous days with us”

“They were pretty great”, coming home to your friends and your… love interest, meaning Cregan was your friend but… you wanted him to be more than that… anyways… cooking together, eating together, the domesticity, you loved it, “I almost felt guilty when they fixed the boiler”, you whined

“Right? Anyways, you two spend a lot of time here, so, it’s nice to have your favourite coffee, right?”, you smiled at him

“That is… one of the most considerate things someone has ever done for me”, you admitted, he only smiled, his cheeks tainting with a blush

The water boiler whistled, letting you know the water was ready,breaking you out of your spell

“Tea?”, you offered

“Yeah, this one from Yi-Ti is the coolest”

“Uh, we might agree in this particular hot beverage”, you teased

“Yeah my cinnamon with Dornish I won’t trade”, that northerner accent really got you

“Neither my Ashford with chocolate”, you whispered

“Good, good”, the tension grew big, and you both realised it, and dispersed from the kitchen to continue your work 

You sat back again and continued with your model

Until you couldn’t, you were going to fall off the table asleep

Sara and Jace were knocked out on top of each other, and your eyes burnt, and you had the most of your idea embodied in wood sticks, and you had completed your vision board, you dropped out

“They look so comfortable”, you whispered with a shy smile, looking at them both, cuddling sweetly 

“Yeah”, Cregan whispered, you looked at him, he looked back at you

“Can I take you up on that offer of your bed?”, you asked, with a tired voice, Cregan was already looking at you

“Always”, he whispered with a shy smile 

“Are you…?”, he nodded

And with kinky smiles, you got to his bed, and almost fainted on top of it, not having the time or energy to really do something… 

. . .

After the presentation of your model, you slept like two whole days, and Sara did too right by your side on her bed… you might have broken a personal record or something 

But as Saturday arrived… you woke up renewed and ready for your first intense party on campus, even though you were halfway done with the semester anyways

And you you were applying mascara and lipstick on the mirror of the the common room’s bathrooms

“We look so hot”. Sara giggled

“I don’t understand why we couldn’t go hang out with the boys”, you muttered, as Baela and Rhaena joined you too

“Because, the magic fades if they see it happening, if better if they see us all ready to party, looking as hot as we are looking right now”

It made sense, you were looking… pretty good, you did your eyes, and your face and your lips… and your hair! Pretty much everything

You were excited

Many things happened at parties

Sexy things…

With people you had attraction with…

“So… who are you hunting tonight ladies?”, teased Sara, remembering the night of the hunt at the beginning of the semester

“Uff Corbyn Corway is looking extra yummy”, teased Rhaena

“Yeah, it's been a while I think I’m gonna give Jon a pass”, said Baela mindlessly

“AT LAST”, celebrated Sara, you laughed 

You were getting hyped up

You took a couple of shots with your friends, even though it was a big nono regarding guidelines of campus living

And then, you walked together to the party.

The house wasn’t even on campus, it was outside of it, the legend was that the house was a rental, and the only renters were the members of the football teams, for generations

The school didn’t want anything to do with it, it wasn’t condoned 

But you didn’t care, this were the wildest parties and today you felt on fire

You wanted to see Cregan, you wanted to drink, you wanted to dance… with him… you wanted to rub yourself against him at the rhythm of music, you only hoped he wanted it too

The last time you saw him you were sleep deprived and on student mode, but today you wanted to let off some steams and Gods… you really hopes he was in the same party mode as you were

“Ladies! Welcome!”, a big man greeted you at the entrance 

“Robb”, called Sara, he had curly red hair and piercing green eyes, and a strange similarity to

“Hey cousin”

“Cousin?”, you asked

“Robb Stark M’Lady”, he greeted with the same accent you liked

“Back off Robb, she is “spoken for”, mocked Sara

“Well, nothing is set in stone”, he said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, “Hey Theon”, another guy with dark brown hair and blue eyes approached you, he brought a tray with shots in them, “for the ladies”

“Thanks”, you said quickly, and took a shot and drank it all. The girls did the same

“Beautiful girls are always welcome in the house, party or not”, he winked, and you smiled only to be polite

“Let’s go”, murmured Sara

“I didn't know you had a cousin”, you said

“He and Cregan don’t get along”, she said quickly, “he is a junior in Business and there was always been some sort of rivalry”

You already knew about Sara, and her story, she and Cregan where half siblings, she was the daughter of an affair Cregan’s father had and he didn’t even knew about his sister until his parents died in a car accident when he was thirteen 

His uncle took care of Cregan, and he in turn took care of his sister.

Apparently, The boys haven't arrived yet, Sara texted Jace but he hadn't answered

The party was already in full swing, music blasting from the living room, so many people that you could barely see how the house actually looked like, you only could realise that it was a three story home, and it did look like those frat houses in the movies, nothing impressive regarding decor, it was clear that only guys lived here.

You went directly to the kitchen, where you got drinks 

Beer from a keg

It was lacking bubbles but it was free so you couldn’t complain

Baela, Rhaena and Sara were giggling and checking guys out, and you started to get nervous, bad nervous, there was so many people and the only one you wanted to see was not here yet 

Sara was also getting annoyed

That is until, the hosts appeared in the kitchen

“I see the ladies are making themselves comfortable”, said the ring leader apparently, you could see it now, under the horrible cold lights of the kitchen, he had on this certain thing, a similarity to Cregan you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but if you met them separately, like on the street, you would have never guessed they were related 

“And where is your man, the one that spoke for you?”, this old lingo was getting old pretty quickly, this guy was clearly into you, and you couldn’t be more 

“He will be here soon”, you whispered

“It's your cousin”, teased Baela, that seemed to surprise Robb

“Cregan?”, he said, visibly surprised, he then turned to you, “you are dating my little cousin? He is a lucky man”

“Not yet”, you said back, he raised a perfect eyebrow

“Not yet?”, he said with a mocking smile, “what does that mean?”

“It’s a long story”, you said simply, not wanting to discuss your personal life with a stranger

“Oh, speaking off”, he said, signalling to the entrance, which you could see clearly form the kitchen

A big ground of friends entered, you immediately recognised Ben and Alyssane, and behind them, entered two girls, and then, Jace and Cregan

“Ah fuck”, Sara whined

“What?”, you asked her

“They partied before with Alyssane’s friends from pre-med”, she said

The boys were talking to both girls, and they looked gorgeous, they were gorgeous, they were laughing at things you could clearly not know, since, you weren’t there at the “pre game” with them, and it was clear that they had a good time

Cregan seemed awfully close to this gorgeous redhead, and it was naive of you to think that that a guy as awesome as him was going to be alone for that long

And then, like he sensed you looking at him, he raised his head, and he looked straight at you, at first, he smiled, and then… Robb placed an arm around your shoulders, making you jump in your spot. Cregan frowned, very annoyed, like you had never seen him before 

You shook Robb off of you, making his annoying friend Theon laugh mockingly

“Sorry, reflex”, you said nonchalantly, and took the shot Sara was offering you

“Dang it, why did it have to be Miranda?”, whined Sara when she took you to a corner of the kitchen, out of the guy’s sight, and our of Robb’s reach

“What do you mean?”, you asked

“She is…. Argh, the girl I always worry about”, she admitted, you looked down, you were looking forwards to tonight, and now it was just akward

“We could go”, you whispered, she shook her head, drinking the beer she had in her hand

“No way, you have been looking forwards to this party for almost two weeks!”, she whined, “we need to vent”

“I agree”, said Rhaena, bring you both more shots, the fourth ones of the night, and you took it without complaint

Now your body was started to heat up

“Let’s dance!”, demanded Sara, and you only nodded, she grabbed you and directed you straight to the middle of the furnitureless living room, where people were jumping and dancing at the rhythm of the last song from this urban singer

You could tell Sara was angry, perhaps the reason you didn’t go to the boys’ house was because they didn’t even answer for starters.

The shots started to make effect on you, you were angry too, jealous also, but also you blame yourself for taking so long

So instead of making a scene, or just feeling gloomy, you decided to dance and let go, you had been through a lot the past months, and you did need to vent. The twins joined you and you danced together loosing yourselves to the music 

You let the music and the alcohol take you somewhere else, where you could let go

But you couldn’t hide for long, soon you had that familiar feeling, the one that told you someone was looking at you.

You immediately found Cregan, looking at you from the arch that separated the living room from the entrance

He was alone, looking at you, beer in hand, his heated gaze almost burn you, and in a second, you felt relieved, but it was short lived, the red head appeared and cling into his arm

You didn’t want to feel like this, this bitter, so you shook your head and looked away.

Of course you didn’t see him pulling away from her, you were already in the other corner of the room 

You didn’t want to see it, you couldn’t, you didn’t even go on a date with the guy and he was already hurting, that couldn’t be good, it was too good to be true, wasn’t it?

You were back in the kitchen and you served yourself a plastic cup of beer.

“There you are stranger”, of course Cregan had followed, alone, you turned to face him, and when you didn’t see the girl that had come with him, you visibly relaxed

“Hey”, you greeted

“I saw you dancing out there”, he teased, you smiled

“It’s been so long, I needed that”, you said more calmly, where is…. That girl?”

“I don’t know, I told her I wanted to see you”, he said, “she left”, you shared looks, longing looks

“She was beautiful”, you warned

“Not as beautiful as you”, he said firmly, “they came home with Ben before we were ready to come here to meet you, I didn’t want to…”

“Cousin!”, you could see how Cregan’s face got really annoyed when Robb appeared, and surrounding his shoulders with his arm, “aren’t you going to introduce me to your new girlfriends?”, what he had in handsome he had a jerk… so… quite much

“She is not my girlfriend”, he said calmly, “yet…”, he said, looking back at you

“What is this “yet…” thing?”, he had a thicker accent than Cregan, but he was using it to mock you

“Why do you care?”, Cregan asked back, Rob shook his shoulders

“It looks like you are stringing this poor girl along”, he said simply

“He is not”, you answered back, “and he is right, why do you care?”, you asked back

The kitchen was getting crowded and everyone seemed to be paying attention

“Well, nothing, it seems like you need time to think things through, to have things… clarified, and what better way to do it than a little… seven minutes in heaven?”, he asked out loud, and everyone cheered and clapped, whistled even

“What are we? Fifteen?”, mocked Cregan

“Let’s make it ten then, that should give you time for a quickie”, he said

“This is insane, I'm not gonna lock myself in a closet…”

Robb closed the door of the closet and locked it, you and Cregan exchanged looks and then whine when they turned off the lights, leaving you in total darkness 

“Well, this is embarrassing”, you whispered

“Have fun in there, and remember, we can heard everything, but pretend we cannot”, you heard Robb say, and then he walked away

“I’m sorry for him”, Cregan muttered

“Now I know why you didn’t introduced him sooner”, you mocked, he chuckled

“It’s complicated”, he said softly

“It’s fine”

“So… you got a little jealous there?”, he teased

“No…” he couldn't; even see you and he knew you were embarrassed, and not being truthful

“I have to admit… I got jealous too when I saw you with my cousin…”, you savoured the words in your mouth, you liked them 

“Cregan…”, you called

“You are not ready, I know…”

“I want to be with you”, you confessed, “I like being around you, you are considerate, generous, so so sweet and mature, when i’m with you, I feel safe and comfortable, and I want to spend more time with you…”

“I feel the same”, even in the dark, he managed to find and grab your hands softly, “I feel like I’ve known you since forever, ever since I first saw you…”

“With barbecue sauce on  my face”, you laughed, he chuckled

“I want it to lick it off of you”, his tone dropped an octave, and it made you shiver. You couldn't see his face, but you wanted to, you felt his breath on your forehead, you knew and he knew what the other wanted 

You felt him leaning in, you lent upwards, you could feel it, and almost taste him…

And then, Robb opened the door to the closet with a serious look on his face

“Happy?”, asked Cregan, annoyed, showing him your joint hands. He faked a smile

“Very”, he said then, letting you out

Cregan wouldn’t let go of you, he guided you to the first floor and onto the dance floor, your need raised again, you wanted to dance along, to celebrate, to jump in joy as Cregan accommodate you in the middle of the dance floor

“Are you sure you are ready?”, he asked, you were surrounded by people, but strangely, you felt you had more privacy now, not being heard by Robb and his creepy friends

“Yes”, you admitted, “I am, I’m so so ready”, he smiled widely

“Great”, he whispered, “mee too, I want to be with you, I want to watch slashers movies for your comfort, I want you to spend the nights in my home, in my bed…”

“I want that too”, you admitted, “I want to go to your football games, wearing your number, like in those cheesy movies”, he growled smirking

“Oh I’d love that”, he admitted, “you’d look so sexy with my colours and my last name on your shoulders”, you giggled

“Let’s do it”, you said with excitement

“Let’s do it”, he said. He looked down at you with those beautiful eyes of his, and couldn’t hold it any longer

He leaned down, you leaned in, and  your lips collided in an explosion of feeling and sensations.

The music blasting, the bodies moving, the smells of cheap beer, bodies moving, and specially, the smell of him, of his cologne, of his essence. It was mind numbing, in the best of ways, his lips moulded to yours like they were made to fit perfectly.

He grabbed you gently, hugging you tightly against him, and you passed your arms by his shoulders, not wanting to let go 

You finally separated, he abandoned your lips to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle

“You are so delicious, and you look so good tonight”

“Oh good, because I had a single person in mind when I was putting on this old thing”, you teased, he smiled widely

“I need to get you jealous more often”, he teased

“Don’t you dare”, he only smirked, and then he kissed you again.

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[instarsandcrime]

A Divine Comedy of Errors

Hey @zensations35, guess who? Your Ra//dio//App//le request is all done! We've got Sick!Seraphim!Lu/ci/fer and Worried!A/la/stor. I did my best to balance the silly, the hurt, the comfort, the snz, and the feels! And I chose the macro and monsterfucker parts because it is my personal responsibility to experiment with my writing and, in the process, make myself suffer at all times. 👍

This is a sequel to my previous fic Overworked and Under-Managed, but honestly it can also be a standalone thing too! Though I did sprinkle in a few romantic gestures this time for good luck! And like before, I'm working off another Sick//tember//2024 prompt. This time it's "taking a sick day".

Quick cw! There's also a little bit of mess and, although it's not much, I still wanted to give a heads up just in case!

Alright, that's all from me. Enjoy!

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“This is stupid.”

“Now now, there’s no need to be so touchy, Your Majesty.” Alastor cautioned, peering over a shoulder at his pathetic patient. Pouting, fluffy nightrobe wrapped snugly around his shivering frame. One arm bunching up the warm collar around his neck, a tissue box tucked under another.

“Hey! You dragged me out of bed at three in the morning without explaining anything and now I’m- ugh!” Disgust twisted the demon king’s face as he kicked swamp sludge from a poor, unsuspecting duck slipper, “—wading through whatever this shit is in the middle of a bayou! I can be as– uff! touchy as I want to be!”

“Hah! If you actually chose to sleep rather than push yourself to the breaking point, maybe then you wouldn't be here spouting your grand excuses.”

”Well maybe it's because I suck at bed rest, okay?! Sure I've got the bed part down. That's simple! Easy! One quick hop and you're done! But the rest part? Nope. Nuh-uh. The second I close my eyes I feel a tickle. And when I feel a tickle I just know I'll cause some kind of chaos around the hotel. So it's my responsibility to keep myself under control in case I– ...in ca-case I...hih!" A pause. His nose twitched, breaths turning shallow. He couldn't help but groan in frustration as he ripped a cluster of tissues from his box to stifle painfully for the billionth time.

"Ht’chnx! Hn’chxt! H-hehhh–” Sneeze. In case he sneezed. Saints above was he sick of doing that. “Heh’TCHNX’hewww…ow."

“And what well-timed proof of your incompetence. I should be grateful, really.” Alastor grumbled, dusting the newly created pink glitter from his suit. 

“Oh shut…up…hhh–!” Before Lucifer could even lift a finger to suppress another possible fit, the other slid to his back. Squeaking in alarm when his arms were restrained by the crook of an elbow, spraying a fine mist straight into a gloved palm.

“Het’CHMPH! Guhhh…” Lucifer glared up at the looming demon, “Hey, what’s the big idea?!”

Alastor released his hold with a grimace, quickly disposing the near-soaked fabric into his shadow– followed by a spoonful of hand sanitizer. “Admittedly not very big, but certainly necessary.” 

“What do you mean by–”

“Ah, here we are.”

The Radio Demon surged forward, hooking a large fan of willow leaves with his cane to reveal a sudden clearing. Moss spread thickly across the plush, overgrown field, ripples peacefully lapping at the water’s edge. Fireflies hovered just above, hemming the murky surface with a soft, warm light. It was a breathtaking sight, and it made Lucifer pale entirely. Because now he knew what was happening.

And he hated it.

“Look, Alastor, I’m not going to lie. You're the worst. Your breath stinks like a rotting carcass. Every time you open your mouth all I hear is claws on a chalkboard. And Father forbid you get a few centuries of beauty sleep because wow you need a serious makeover.”

“Is there a point to all this, or are you asking me to push you into the swamp water? At this rate I’m inclined to choose the latter.”

“The point is! The point. Is. I can't ruin something like this. This bayou is precious to you. Louisiana is precious to you.”

“Oh, please. Have you forgotten who I am? I made this place, I could easily undo whatever meager scratches you cause.“

“But that’s—”

"Regardless, your creative powers leak through whether you like it or not. You might as well release it in a space that won't harm the hotel."

“I don’t– hehhh!”

“And no, you will not get stuck in your condition by 'letting yourself go.'” Alastor stressed, pinching the space between his eyes. “If I may speak freely Sire– this is ridiculous. You’re exhausted and ill beyond belief, and if you suppress one more magic-infested sneeze I will tie your hands to the ground myself. For God’s sake, the cure to your condition eluded me until you accidentally let the damn thing slip at dinner! So what, pray tell, is so beneath the King of Hell?"

”H-heh-aht’chhhh! I'm—ht’chnx!“

“Is the transformation painful?”

“N-nuhh– no– Aht’CHSHH!”

”Does it drive you mad beyond all belief?”

“No!” Lucifer wheezed out, “Focus! I’m trying to tell you thahhh…that…sonofahhhHATSCHH-‘TCH–’TSCHH’hhiew!”

But Alastor was not focused on his disjointed, half-assed reasoning. Nor the painful failures to bury his fit through the whistle of little fireworks that followed. No, Alastor was focused on the sight that briefly flickered behind his patient. It was for only a second-- a blink and anyone would miss it-- but it was there. There, and massive. And judging by the way Lucifer suddenly froze, he'd known the same. His stare fell to his feet, pulling back his collar to reveal a fracture in his porcelain skin. Holy light pierced through the growing cracks, and Alastor found himself squinting curiously at the sight– as if the true puppeteer of such a tiny doll didn’t satisfy the hunger enough.

“Ugh, forget it! You wihh…win…‘Etchhh!”

“Good.”

“Grea– snff!-- great!”

“A pleasure doing business with you.”

A pause.

“Well?”

“I, uh. I can't do it if you're watching.”

“Oh for God’s sake.”

“Look, do you want me to take this shit off or not?!” Lucifer spat, flames spouting from his lips.

"Phrasing, Your Majesty." Alastor sighed, begrudgingly turning his back. “Better?”

乃𝒆ţt𝐄𝓇.

The sinner nearly jumped in place. It was certainly a voice that rang out— or something along those lines. More of a chorus of pitches and concepts of tone. And yet they harmonized as one.

Ť𝑒𝔰丅ιℕ𝔾, Ｔεsting!  Well. At least the idiot’s mind remains intact. It would cause quite a scene if he had to drag the drama king kicking and screaming from another plane of existence. Whew! Okay, you can look now. But take it slow because hoo boy it is a  l o t. 

The Radio Demon decided to go as slowly as he pleased– with all the caution of a bull in a china shop. And all too quickly he chastised himself, holding a hand to his temple. Maybe, just maybe, the seraphim’s warning was not unfounded.

Though the pocket of home was designed to be near endless, his mind couldn't conceive the number of wings that crossed the metaphysical. They were still somehow boxed into such a wide universe, glancing around with eyes that decorated each feather like adorned jewels. Or so the sinner presumed before the memory continued to fade for another. In fact, the only tangible features he could possibly grasp at the moment were flowing robes and two small wings that wrapped around a near-featureless head like a blindfold. 

And yet the being could see perfectly, thin lips pulled into a frown, staring with-- ah. Alastor was just adjusting, but he could certainly recognize the overwhelming anxiety. The least surprising part that he did expect, of course, was his size. He didn't just crane over Alastor. He towered over him-- a far cry from the false shell he wore. Somehow, Alastor stuffed down a pang of petty anger that threatened to overtake him.

He'll lecture the idiot on giving him a proper fight later. 

Alastor? Are you alright? The ground trembled ever-so-slightly as the Saint slowly, carefully lowered himself. 

"I'm offended that you’d even ask." The caretaker took a small step back before hopping up on a folded knee, giving it a sympathetic pat-- earning an embarrassed flush that overtook fever.

Oh, thank goodness. I almost-- I... The wings around them flared, puffing at each desperate buildup. Quickly Lucifer drew a wavering finger in a circle to create a portal, grabbing a familiar crimson fabric before pitching into it. "ATSHHHHEWW! AHDT’SCHHHHEEWW! HATSCHHHHHIIEEEWW!"

Each shiver of ivory skin sent shockwaves through the flora below– and from above sent Alastor hurtling towards the reeds.

Shit, I-I can’t see you! Did you fall? Are you okay? Lucifer squeaked, infinite irises darting.

"Okay is certainly an overstatement, Sire. You nearly ruined my coat!" An offended huff brushed the seraphim’s ever-shaping ear and, once again, The Radio Demon was meticulously scanned. Paying no mind to the sudden attention in the shadowy nook of his patient’s shoulder, playing with a tuft of shimmering plumage.

Sorry! Don't know m'own strength. Lucifer’s large body hunched in on itself in shame, quickly pressing the makeshift tissue to the space where his nose should be– now golden-tipped with irritation– desperate not to sniffle too strongly.

"Is that my blanket." Alastor's smile sharpened.

I panicked okay?!

All too suddenly the complaints stopped. Time for the saint came to a standstill, and Alastor was barely able to wonder if that was a very literal metaphor before the cotton-knit carpet beneath him hiked up again. He quickly pinned himself to Lucifer’s neck, bracing for–

“ETCHH’CHHHHHF!” He doubled over again. S-sorry, sorry! I can’t help it! I’m trying to hold back but I cahh– can’t–huh-hgf! “ATSHH’HHHHHF! HUH’ATTKSHHHEWWWW!” Rrrgh, forget it! You should go be-before– hhhHHH!

Panicking, a multitude of palms weaved into being. Desperate to stifle again, quick to suffocate–

“Oh, please.” 

Black tentacles wrapped around countless wrists and yanked, pinning them and the seraphim to the ground. He cracked open a watery eye, strikingly bright with anger as he watched Alastor hop up on his cheek. When I break– “Snff!” –break free I swear I’ll–!

“Do what, might I ask? You’ve threatened my life a million times, what’s one more?” The Radio Demon teased, focusing on keeping his patient's poor, abused nose in his reality. He pointed his cane, lightly scratching along the rims of the nostrils as he spoke. “Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar. Despite your constant objections, you’ve served Hell for so long. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to bow to someone else’s power? Especially to such a lowly sinner like me?”

Ahhh— Alasto–or!

“So tell me, oh great and benevolent fallen saint, why should I stop now? It seems quite like a fair trade to me! I get to boss around one of the most powerful beings in existence, creator of light and the illumination of free will. And you, my dear, get to take a sick day.” And with that, he poked the very end of the tip. “Effective immediately.”

“GEHH’AHTSHHHH’HUUE! ATSHHHH! HAT’KSHHHHUUE! H-HAH-AHHH–! ETCH’TCHHHH’FFF!” The bayou rocked with thrashing waves and unearthed roots. For a moment the sky flashed to dawn, then dusk, before resuming its starry night. Wind whipped through Alastor’s hair followed by a gust of debris and dirt. A few raspy, heavy breaths and the chaos slowed to a stop. He peeked open one eye, then another. Finding himself safe in the eye of the storm, cradled in a soft flurry of wings pressed to the seraphim’s chest. 

Mnnn…bless m’be. Lucifer bit back a heavy sigh before he could cause anymore damage, shaking aside his chains before scooping Alastor up. Small scarlet eyes met large, weepy ones– blindfolds making way for a sea of silver and gold. And yet Alastor swore he could see constellations underneath their elegant surface.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Thadd was cruel. The other whined. He flicked a wrist between congested sniffles, lacing a cotton cloth into existence. Obdnogxiously true. But still. Fugk you.

“Have you ever known me to be kind?” The sinner tilted his head curiously, ignoring a noseblow that bent the few trunks that remained, branches laying bare at their feet. “Honestly, it’s like you’re afraid of hurting–”

Every fibre in Lucifer’s existence tensed. In that moment, The Radio Demon was suddenly very aware of what the problem was from the beginning. And it was hilarious.

“Y-you! You–” He wheezed between a laughing fit, leaning on the base of a pointer for support, “You? You’re scared I’ll get hurt by you?! Hah! I’ve always taken you for a king, but a jester? Bravo, Sire! I haven't seen such a marvelous performance since the Iroquois Theatre Fire of 1903!” 

A gleam of moonlight brushed his vision. His giggling died down to find a crystal clear orb floating in the air. Another dancing around them. And another. All mingling with the night sky to reflect an aurora of colors. The eyes that had once remained hidden came into view, leaking droplets that never quite touched the earth.

And oh, Alastor realized. He’s crying. His ears wilted against his will, and adjusted himself accordingly to remedy the error. “I must admit, I never suspected an ancient being such as yourself was capable of fear.”

Of course I’m afraid! Lucifer curled into a tight ball, clouds slicing into ribbons as he brought all wings in on himself. Leaving Alastor stunned and alone, perched outside on a slightly shaky arm. Do you know how hard it was to show you this disgusting side of myself?

“Lucifer.” Alastor scolded back at the self-loathing a little too kindly for his liking.

Oh, don’t you Lucifer me! Sinners don't exactly like being reminded of Heaven. Especially the design of God's right hand. I must be a nightmare to you!

“And?”

A wing cracked open, thousands of surprised gazes peering back. Pardon?

“How does that apply to us?” Alastor arched an eyebrow. The fallen angel blinked, pearly tears unsticking from his crystalline lashes. A flustered heat rose to the wavering spots on his cheeks.

Alastor, I am literally Hell’s version of an atomic bomb.

“Mhm.”

I could kill you if I looked too hard. You could turn to ashes.

“Sounds exciting.”

Alastor!

“What was it you said just a second ago? ‘Don’t you Alastor me’? Honestly! I find it insulting that you would even question my strength, nor allow me the benefit of the doubt. Everything I’ve done up to this point, and further still, is by my design. If you ever hurt me, rest assured that I already knew the risks a thousand times over. Besides, recovering alone is incredibly unproductive. Take it from…my own personal experience.” Sharp claws tapped against the middle of his cane, “And besides, what would dear Charlie say if she saw you in such a state? Alone and helpless, losing control of his body? Poor thing would be worried out of her mind.”

…And you? Lucifer asked hopefully, the barrier between them cracking open a little more. Just a little more.

Alastor rocked on the back of his heels, bracing himself. “I suppose so.”

Finally the curtain parted, and Lucifer raised his hand to greet the other, leaning close with a soft, ethereal smile. Thank you I really–...r-really…

The telltale sign of a twitching nose. A hand rose to his face like clockwork. His caretaker opened his mouth to protest. But before he could, it moved instead to cup Alastor in a tight-knit shelter.

“HEH’ISHHHHUHHH! ISHHH’HUUUE! HH-HGHH-HUT’TTCHUUUE! ”

His wings snapped open at the force of every outburst, tree roots ripped from their homes and marigolds snapped at the stems. A billowing fog that spilled out turned from fire to dust and back, reshaping itself again and again until it settled on a light rain, creating puddles on the ground. And when twilight finally crept back into Alastor’s vision, Lucifer was sniffling thickly– unrestrained. Relaxed. Devoid of any concern or self-pity.

Briefly, Alastor wondered if this is how it felt to fly.

I cadd’t use your bladket, right? Do– “Snrfff!” Ugh, do we have more? He smiled sheepishly, holding up the sad pile of ash that once resembled a tissue.

“Pauvre ti bête! That sounded awful. I’ll see what I can do for your fever and nose.” Alastor hummed, signaling a small lift to press a kiss to his cheek. “And thank you for trusting me.”

[pizza-tower-fracture]

After a few hours of celebrating and socializing (and after someone compelled Peppino to finally take a break), Peppino decided to head to his apartment in the back of his pizzeria and get some well deserved rest.

Peppino: Mio Dio…finally…I need-a some rest. My body is cracking more than the tower…

Peppino: I think if I stay up any longer I'm gonna pass out…the party was nice-a but…uff…taxing…

Peppino: Still…I'm glad that we did it…this chaos is finally over…

Peppino: I still have a lot to do in the pizzeria, but that's a problem for future Peppino…

Peppino: Right now…I just want to sleep…

A mysterious voice is ringing out to you.

Soon...very soon...he will notice our presence. One more...just a little more patience...

[natinkart]

✨️FEM MERCS HEADCANONS✨️ pt 3 SUPPORT

those would be mainly things directly influenced by the gender change, so like personality wise they are pretty much the same as the og

THE BIG FINALE W/ MEDIC, SNIPER AND SPY, oof this one's long and heavy...

*mentions of periods, pregnancy, conceiving and all of that, blame medic and spy, those two are fucked up, and descriptions of resentment towards ones child (it's really heavy but i dont know how to tag it help, i hope this is enough ;-;)*

medic - I like Ludwig as a surname, so she prefers to be called by that (I don't wanna search German names rn). she's bat shit crazy as og medic, so she too, didn't feel "challenged" in medical school and started doing not so legal surgeries. ok now, let's take the weird obsession that og medic has for uteruses but put it through a femminine lens. a woman with a god complex OBSESSED with the concept of reproduction and basically "creating life" is ten times more scary and menacing than the og. I firmly believe she made a procedure on herself to stop her period while keeping her ability to conceive. She just wanted to stop the pain and the bothering bleeding. so no projecting your period cramps on her, sorry 😔. she's one of the few mercs to shave, she cares about her appearance. she has a thoughtful hair and skin routine she's trying to pass to engie. medic and engie are besties. They do girls' nights in the medbay or in engie's lab in which they try to create life from scrap metal and spare body parts. Just girly things, don't worry about it. she needs 3 bottles of beer before starting to feel tipsy, she's not the best drink buddy because trying to keep up with her will most likely bring you comatose. everyone thinks she has big tits but actually, she has a big rib cage and little fat on her chest. She does not correct the others, though, she never showed her full body in the common shower. seeing the team fully naked does not bother her, she just sees future specimens, but others seeing her? that's embarrassing, that will NEVER happen.

sniper - ok, hear me out for the name, but I think Mildred would be cute, but she would prefer to be called Mindy, so her name would be Mindy Mundy. I'm a genius I know. anyway, like og sniper, she had a difficult childhood, always out of place, distant and isolated, like engie but 10 times worse. so she has EVEN WORSE care routine. no wait, correction, she DOES NOT take care of herself WHATSOEVER. she's a greasy, unkept woman with little to no care about her appearance. she has mid back length hair but she cut her front hair with scissors because they get in the way. she prefers to stay with no bra, she finds it restricting. she does sleep in the van and lived out of canned food every time she had work to do. obviously, when employed by RED she kept sleeping in the van but is grateful that heavy, scout and engie are able to cook really good meals, this kind of helped with her health. she knows how to skin animals and have great anatomical knowledge. she's neither shy or introverted, she just doesn't care about others and sometimes she's kinda of a dick, but if she actually talks to you it means that in some way she cares about you. she talks a lot with scout, even if they mainly tear each other apart, both verbally and, sometimes, physically. the fight is usually stopped by heavy or engie, the others either encourage it or do not care. she is a professional so she would never say it but she likes staying with the team, but she does say that the all have their use.

spy - uff.. ok. spy is a complicated one. an arrogant, stubborn, self centred femme fatale. she wear her mask (i'm sorry i don't remember how it's called T.T) that covers her face like og spy, but i want here to wear a neckerchief and sunglasses. she still wears a suit, but it's a woman's suit, so shorter jacket and some other small differences. the main problem with spy is that a relationship between father and son and a mother and daughter one it's REALLY DIFFERENT. if you are the one that suffered for 9 month to give birth to a human being you didn't want, you are not just gonna ignore her for the rest of her life, no, you gonna have pure hatred in you soul for your daughter… the maternal love is so easily obscured by this resentment against the child you feel ruined your life. spy's really spiteful and maybe even malicious against scout and the fact that Jenny keeps her in such high regard would only increase that love-hate sentiment. spy wants to have a loving relationship with her but she connected the very concept of her daughter to that profound hate she had for so much time that she started to loath herself. that hate towards Jenny became toward herself, but she won't admit it so she conceive that feeling behind her "disliking scout". a bond between a mother and their children is so deep that when severed in any way leaves such deep scars and may will never heal. and when your daughter sees you everyday but not her own mother, you know that wound for spy is open to the world to see. she isolates herself from the team to NEVER create a bond with anyone, she's always alone, she must know everything about others and make them scared of her, it's the only way she can keep control on her own emotion. if someone would find out ANYTHING about her she would feel vulnerable, if she bound with ANYONE she would be vulnerable, and she won't allow it. she won't never allow it again. but Jenny is the living manifestation of her vulnerability, the only time in her life in which she was happy, in love, but from where she fled the moment she had a physical representation of that. so no, she doesn't hate scout, she hates herself, she hates that she is vulnerable, that she can't be vulnerable, that she crave a loving relationship with her daughter and the consciousness she fucked everything up. her love for Jenny is so deep inside of her that is impossible to grasp, is at her very core but covered by millions of layers of hate and self loathing, all protected by the mask of a cocky and egoistic woman.

EDIT: you can find the full art line up HERE!!

pt1 | pt2

i really hope you're still here after the depression™️

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 24 - Choking]

Pairing: Caged Bird!couple

Kinks: nippleplay, choking, passionate sex, unprotected sex (they are on magical protection though), this has some sugar mommy queen & cute spoiled prince vibes

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: you only picked those three kinks so i didn’t really know how far i could go? it was so hard to hold back djfaj just uff imagine besties, a cunniligus scene with him being all desperate and whiney ngnf you’re gonna get more stories about him, i'm telling you 💗

Jungkook couldn’t imagine any other life than life with you. He often catches himself wondering how he spent so many years believing that life as a Raven was the supposed life. He wonders during moments of tranquillity, of warmth, moments of good food and drink and moments where he finds himself connected with you in the only state which truly mattered. He wonders why he spent so many years resenting the woman who would bring him true freedom and why he spent so many years believing an utter madman.

Jungkook doesn’t like to think about Rafkan these days. It fills him with rage and grief and ruins good days with heaviness on his heart. Jungkook trains a lot when that happens. He likes to keep his body strong, not because he needed it to survive, but because he liked the way he looked when he was strong. He had that choice these days. The choice to stay strong because he wanted to, but also the choice to let himself go if he felt like it. He never had that choice before. Jungkook also liked to participate in the Queendom’s tradition of sword dance. He really enjoys training the different movements and steps until he perfected them so he can show them off to you and earn himself a wave of compliments and loving kisses. It heals him so much that he forgets all about his past during those days. Just as eating good food and sleeping in your bed do.

Jungkook has his own chambers. The biggest next to yours and located just a few doors down your chambers. He has a view of the Snowy Mountains in the faraway distance and the even further away Singing River on the other side and during the warmer months, Jungkook likes to keep his windows open to let in the scent of the forest surrounding the castle. His chambers also possess their own bathing room with a big bathtub in the middle and comfortable seating for Jungkook to relax in as one of his servants brushes his hair. It always smells like vanilla scented oils in his bathing room because Jungkook really liked the smell and so you make sure to always keep a big stack of oils in your storehouses just for him.

You quite frankly love spoiling him. Jungkook sometimes feels too shy to even think about all the things you have done for him and all the treasures you purchased just for him. His chambers are filled with the most valuable of furniture, the finest of fabrics, the most golden of trinkets and the purest of jewels. His closets – yes plural because you spoil him way too much – are filled with the most beautiful of clothes made out of the most expensive of fabrics, imported from all over the continent or handmade by his dear friend and the castle’s best tailor Bartholomew. His dresser was stacked with the finest of beauty products, selected by the Queen’s very own skin magician and his treasure boxes carried the finest of jewellery for him to pick from.

Truly, Jungkook sometimes felt unworthy of everything you purchased for him and most of all, for everything you do for him.

You allow him to go wherever he wants to go. And one shouldn’t even use the word “allow” to describe his situation for he needn’t ask for your permission to go somewhere. Perhaps it would be best to use the words “make possible” to describe his state of living. You made it possible that Jungkook can go wherever he wanted to go. If he feels like running around the forest for two days, he can do that these days. If he feels like taking one of the wolves into the Snowy Mountains, he can do that these days. If he feels like riding all the way to the Nourishing Fields far, far away in the south of the Night Queendom, he can do that these days. And if he feels like staying in the castle for days, coming out of his chambers only to eat and drink and talk to you, he can do that these days.

And perhaps being happy over such simple things sounds peculiar to some, but to Jungkook they meant the world for he was finally and truly free to be a person. To be human. To be Jungkook. Jungkook was finally allowed to be himself, to think for himself, to exist for himself and for that freedom, he will always be in your debt.

Jungkook has his own chambers, but he spends most of his nights in your chambers for he really craved your company when falling asleep. Truly, Jungkook could only find true peace in sleeping when he could talk to you once the candles were extinguished and hold you as you drifted off to sweet unconsciousness together.

Jungkook is in your chambers tonight as well. He is already washed, wearing his most comfortable sleeping gown and with his hair soft from brushing it extensively. He used soaps infused with rose oils tonight, enjoying the sweet scent surrounding him. He is painting as he waits for you to return. The craft interests him greatly these days and he loves doing it to calm down.

You weren’t in the castle today. Royal business in one of the towns kept you busy while Jungkook decided to stay back to have a relaxing day. Again, he never had such a choice before. He had a very good day. First breakfast with you, then sword dance training and later he took Nahla – one of the wolf goddesses – out for a ride. He had lunch under a tree while She napped beside him and once he returned to the castle, it was already dark outside and he decided to eat dinner in the great hall with all the friends he made during his time here. He decided to spend his waiting time in your chambers once dinner was finished and he finished washing up, continuing the painting he had started yesterday. It was supposed to be your portrait and Jungkook plans on finishing it before your birthday next week. He knows that he can’t offer a lot, but hopes that the painting will be enough to show you his ever-growing love and undying gratitude.

The doors open, startling Jungkook, who barely manages to hide the painting before you have already entered the room. He stumbles to his feet, hiding his paint covered fingers behind his back.

“Oh? My starlight”, you stop in your steps, eyes softening upon seeing him, “you are here.”  

You chose the nickname because of his eyes, always telling him that he carried the lights of many stars in them. Jungkook really loved the nickname. It made him feel beautiful.

Jungkook nods his head to answer your question, hurrying to you in big steps.

“How was the ride, my Queen?” he asks, taking your right hand to bow down and kiss your knuckles.

His gesture makes you chuckle.

“What’s with all these formalities tonight?” you ask in laughter.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes sparkling in playfulness.

“I merely wanted to make you laugh”, he says, “I know how much long days can drain you.”

You step closer and place a grateful kiss atop his cheek. Jungkook leans in with closed eyes, heart fluttering in his chest.

“You are truly the greatest treasure”, you whisper, sniffling quietly, “oh and you smell so sweet.”

“I used the rose soap tonight.”

“I see”, you say, hovering your hands above his cheek, “oh, I ache to touch you, but I shouldn’t. I reek of horse.”

Jungkook dismisses you with a shake of his head.

“Do you want to follow me?” he asks, turning his back to you to hurry away.

“Have you prepared something?” you ask, following him to your bathing room. You are so grateful to be back. You yearned for Jungkook the entire day. 

“Perhaps”, he says, sneaking a suspicious glance over his shoulder. The kind which makes you giggle in excited fondness. He is so precious.

Jungkook steps through the curtains first, holding them open for you. You follow with a fluttering heart.

“Tada”, he says, pointing at his surprise. The candles are soaking the room in golden lights, a wax burner infuses the air with a sweet rose scent and the bathtub is filled with hot water and your favourite bathing milk.

“Oh that is-“, you pause to look at everything. He prepared a plate of the finest meats and cheeses, topping it off with grapes and neatly cut bread. You look at him. His eyes are sparkling, his cheeks are rosy, “-did you prepare this?”

“I did”, Jungkook sticks his chest out in pride, “I did all of it myself. Our servants wanted to help me, but I gave them the night off. So I did all of it myself. I even cut the food and, and plated it. What do you think?”

“I think that it is so lovely”, you say, stepping closer just to cup his cheeks and kiss him.

Jungkook sighs, touching our lower back with gentle fingers.

“Thank you so much”, you whisper, “you truly are my treasure.”

Jungkook giggles, shoulders lifting to his ears.

“I wanted to treat you”, he confesses, “because you always take such great care of me. So I wanted to repay the favour.”

You give him a smile, tracing his glowing cheeks.

“You are so precious”, you say.

He blushes, taking a small step back afterwards.

“Shall I help you out of your clothes?” he offers.

“I am not going to deny you”, you say, turning your back to him so he can open the lacing of your corset.

You decided to go for riding pants and a loosely sitting blouse today, giving yourself some warmth by covering your waist in a warm leather corset and your torso in a matching jacket. Said jacket, you have already shrugged off, next to your riding boots and gloves. Jungkook works carefully to make sure that the lacing of your corset is neatly opened. He places his hands on your back to trail them to your front. The touch is of innocent nature, but leaves you with flickers of arousal in your stomach. You really missed his hands on your body, especially today when the weather was so cold.

He rests his chin on your shoulder so he has view down your torso, busying his fingers by opening the front clasps of the corset. He tries not to look at your cleavage, but still finds himself drawn to it. The corset pushes up your breasts so perfectly. He loves how pretty they look. He gulps.

“Weren’t you cold in the blouse?” he asks, voice slightly raspy.

“Yes, a little”, you answer him, resting your head against him.

“I see”, Jungkook breaks his eyes away before his mind wanders to different places, “I, I hope the bath will warm you”, he says, clearing his throat loudly afterwards. He feels like such a rude man, hoping that you hadn’t noticed his longing gazes.

He finally opens the corset and steps back, pulling the piece of clothing from your body. He places it over the clothing holder and rounds you.

“It will most definitely. I can’t wait to get in”, you tell him, studying his face as he opens your blouse. His furrowed brows let you know that he is taking his task very seriously.

He opens the lacing at the collar first, pulling it apart just enough to ensure your head wouldn’t get caught in it. He tries his hardest not to glance down the front. Then he runs his hands down your torso again until he reaches the hem of your pants. He tugs the blouse out of your pants, sneaking a glance up at your eyes.

“May I take it off?” he asks.

“Of course. You are so wonderful in what you are doing, that I’m feeling my heart race”, you confess, lifting your arms.

Jungkook pulls the piece of fabric off of you and carries it to the clothing holder, his cheeks are burning up because of your confession. His heart is racing too. When he turns back around, you have already slipped out of your pants, presenting them to him. He glances at your bared bottom then finally looks at the pants.

“You, uhm, you didn’t have to”, he says, taking them for you to drape them over the blouse. He really hopes that you didn’t see the glances he gave you. This was supposed to be your relaxing surprise and not his attempt to get a glimpse of your bared body.

You did notice, but you don’t mind. On the contrary, your beloved is beyond precious when he tries not to glance but still ends up glancing.

You dismiss him with a shake of your head, “I’m impatient, I really want to get into the water.”

“I see. Well, let me help you”, he says, hurrying to the bathtub so he can hold your hand as you step inside.

“Thank you”, you say, sinking into the hot water with a content sigh, “oh that is wonderful. Oh, I’m in paradise. The temperature is perfect.”

Jungkook feels incredibly proud because of your words, smiling to himself. He was scared that it might be too hot for you, but he did it perfectly. He feels very happy right now.

“Shall I scrub your back?” he offers, earning himself a fond smile from you.

“That would be lovely, but only if I can try some of that wonderful food.”

“Yes, of course you can. I prepared all of this just for you. You can eat as much as you want to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bathtub. He grabs the sponge and soaks it in the water, placing it on your back afterwards to scrub your skin gently.

You snatch a piece of cheese and a grape, eating it deliciously.

“Oh that is wonderful, my starlight”, you gush, “I was starving, this is so wonderful.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your shoulder by massaging it gently. He dances the sponge over your other shoulder, making sure to clean you very thoroughly.

Jungkook stays with you as you clean yourself. He sits by the bathtub and feeds you the delicious food he prepared. And while he pays you company, you tell him about your day and scrub the parts you can reach with the soft sponge he prepared. Jungkook listens intently and you call him precious way too many times, which will make him blush and giggle every single time.

“Do you want to leave the bath?” he asks you once your body was clean and the food was finished.

“Yes.”

“Stay. I will get the towel.”

Jungkook helps you step out of the bathtub, offering you the towel to wrap yourself in. He stays close, rubbing your shoulders and leaning in to place a soft kiss on your neck.

“Jungkook”, you sigh, tilting your head to the side, “don’t do that, you know what effect it has on me”, you say, doing very little to actually stop him.

“Forgive me. Forgive me”, he whispers, kissing your neck repeatedly, “you smell so good, forgive me.”

“Lies. You aren’t sorry”, you say, sighing softly when he chuckles against your skin. 

“I really missed you, my destiny”, he whispers, “I thought of you all day.”

Jungkook chose this nickname for you because he found his true destiny when he met you. You loved it so much. It made you feel so incredibly cherished.

“You did?” you ask him.

Jungkook kisses you right under your ear where it tingles the most, “I did.”

“Oh you enchanter, you”, you whip around to slap his chest softly, “you know exactly what to say to seduce me, don’t you?”

Jungkook smiles softly, “I speak the truth”, he touches your arms to tub the towel against them.

You allow him, feeling even the last fragments of the long day melt off of you. 

“You are so precious”, you say with fondness in your voice.

Jungkook blushes and looks to the side, “shall I bring you your gown?” he asks to deflect the attention from him.

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

Jungkook turns and walks to the sitting bed on which he laid out your favourite night gown. He fetches it and turns, coming to realise that you are waiting for him bared. 

You find great enjoyment in the gulp he does, basking in his widening eyes. 

“You look-“ he clears his throat, “-your gown, my Queen. Here”, he says, hurrying to you in big steps. 

He helps you slip it on, fixing the slanted collar for you while you gazed at his face. 

“I thank you for all of this. Truly this is what I needed after today”, you tell him, painting a content smile on his face.

“I’m glad you feel that way. You work so very hard, my destiny”, he says, “I could never do all the things you do and for that I admire you.”

“Oh you”, you poke his chest, “you’re such a sweet talker.”

You leave the bathing room together. Jungkook offers to prepare your hair for sleeping and you accept instantly. He works diligently, having done your routine a hundred times before. He even includes a little scalp massage, sending shivers down your spine and almost making you fall asleep in your chair.

You have just finished your night routine and were in the middle of climbing into bed with him when someone knocks at your door, disturbing your peace.

“Who might that be?” Jungkook asks you, studying your features.

“I know not”, you answer him.

Another knock on the door lets both of you know that whoever wanted to enter, was persistent.

“Royal duties, am I right?” Jungkook jokes to lift your mood.

“Yes, indeed”, you say and sigh in annoyance, “come in!” you call out despite not wanting to.

Valkeria enters your chambers. Her eyes land on Jungkook relaxing under your covers, lips curling back in a distasteful scowl. Jungkook retorts it, pulling the blanket further up his body to let her know that all the frowning in the world won’t make him leave this place. This is as much his bed as it is yours and he is here to stay.

“Please excuse the late disturbance, my Queen, but Brothos is still waiting for your guidance with the carriages. He asked to send for you because he needs your answers by tomorrow morning”, she says. 

“Oh the carriages!” you exclaim, “I knew that something slipped my mind. I will be with him shortly”, you turn to Jungkook, “one last duty and then I'm with you, yes?”

“Yes, I will wait”, he says, sitting up so he can scoot closer to you and kiss your lips. He does this not only because he loves you, but also to spite Valkeria, “good luck, my Queen”, he whispers.

“Dear, you enchanter”, you breathe with a racing heart. You give his cheek a soft pinch, “I won’t be long”, you promise before getting out of bed to leave the chambers after throwing on your night coat and slipping into your night shoes.

Valkeria stays behind, eyeing Jungkook with disgust. 

Jungkook retorts it, frowning but with confidence. He holds his head high, making sure to show off the golden promise ring sitting on his finger.

“When are you finally going to return my knife?” she asks him.

“When I feel like it”, he retorts. 

“Tzt, such a nuisance”, she murmurs and turns to stomp out of the room. 

Jungkook falls into the pillows and sighs. He isn’t angry at her. Not anymore. Perhaps he even feels a little victorious. He knows that Valkeria will never win over him. She can frown and voice her distaste all she wants, but at the end of the day Jungkook was still your treasure. He was still your partner and beloved Jungkook and that was the most empowering thing he could be.

Jungkook is already significantly sleepier when you finally return. 

“Please forgive me for taking so long. Brothos had a lot to talk about”, you say, finally climbing under the covers with him, “but everything is sorted now. They’re bound to leave with the first light.”

You roll yourself over, caging in his head between your elbows and running your fingers through his hair. Jungkook blinks at you slowly, placing his hands on your back. 

“You aren’t going to fall asleep, are you?” you ask him.

“No, I’m just sleepy”, he answers you.

“I see, the difference is grande isn’t it?” you snicker.

Jungkook smiles tiredly, “it is”, he insists, “I want to stay awake with you.”

“You do?”

Jungkook nods his head, running his hands up your back. He runs them down along your arms, returning to your back again just to feel you up. The touch rises goosebumps on your skin.

“I want to have you”, he confesses, eliciting sparks of desire in your stomach.

“You want to have me?”

Jungkook nods his head, running his hands down your arms and to your chest. He cups your breasts, massaging them over the thin material of your gown.

“I thought of you as you were missing”, he locks eyes with you, “and how beautiful your breasts looked in the candlelight”, he adds, massaging your flesh with loving passion.

The touch elicits a sigh from you, sending shivers down your spine. His confession sends heat to your core, making you ache for him. You squirm just slightly, drawing closer to him. His hands are warm and big. His touch feels wonderful.

“I must confess that I didn’t want to ask you because I didn’t want to pressure you, but I feel the same”, you say, leaning down until your lips were almost touching.

“You do?” he asks breathily, eyes closed and fingers rolling your nipples. He craves your kiss like nothing else.

“I do. Riding all day made me….sensitive”, you say and snicker, “and then I noticed all the glances you sent my way.”

“You noticed?” he sighs, feeling your breath swirl against his lips. Oh how he aches for it to be your lips instead.

“I did”, you say, letting your lips brush against his’, “my cunt aches for your cock, Jungkook.” 

“You fluster me”, he gasps, “oh sometimes you say the most sinful of things”, he whines, cupping his own cheeks as they feel like burning up.

You laugh, replacing his hands with yours, “you are so precious”, you say, finally pulling him into a kiss. 

Jungkook moans, hooking his arms behind your head to keep you from pulling away. Not that you plan on pulling away. You have craved his kiss all day. Knowing that you have someone as precious as Jungkook by your side fulfils you with daily happiness. You wake easier now that you know you have Jungkook to wake up to and you sleep better knowing that you will always have his arms to fall into. You have also realised that you leave a lot harder, yearning for him the moment you set foot out of the castle and hoping for a quick return. Truly, all you really want to do these days is spend time with him and spoil him with the finest of treasures and sweetest of kisses. 

You run your hand down his chest, lingering on his left pec. Jungkook has a sensitive chest. You have figured out that much in the countless nights you shared together. 

You place your fingers right on his nipple and circle it slowly. 

“Oh”, Jungkook lets out, kiss breaking so he can gasp for air. He chases you with an arch of his back, fingers grasping your shoulders.

“Do you like it?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he sighs, pulling you back into the kiss. 

You allow him gladly, sighing his name as your lips get lost in a passionate rhythm. Jungkook sighs your name as well, feeling his head turn and his length swell between his legs. Your touch to his nipples is way too powerful, oh Jungkook feels bewitched and dizzy. 

Jungkook is a very good kisser. Perhaps the best you ever had. He wasn’t always, but developed the most wonderful of skills in the time with you. He was sloppy at first and way too eager, which resulted in many giggly moments. So in a sense he never was truly bad, as kissing each other always felt right, he merely learned how to be tender and gentle.

And Jungkook truly is such a gentle man. You learned that about him when you did the simple thing of allowing him to live. Jungkook may enjoy straining his body's strength in training and grow his muscles, but at the core of his being he was a tender man. He enjoyed fabrics which felt soft on the skin and enjoyed clothing which didn’t pinch. He loved sweet smells and you often listen to him talk about a certain scent and why he didn’t or did enjoy it. He enjoyed cleanliness and loved taking care of his skin and hair. You have also realised that Jungkook is bursting in talent. His singing voice is sweeter than honey and his sword dance skills are remarkable, he also has a great talent for painting and shows interest in stitching. Truly, Jungkook is the most remarkable person you have ever met. And you are beyond grateful that destiny brought him to you and that he can finally be himself.

Jungkook pushes at you, surprising you so greatly that you fall to your back and Jungkook can claim the space above you. The kiss breaks solely because you let it break.

“You surprised me”, you whisper, gazing into his eyes. They were filled with love and desire, mirroring your state. 

“You should rest. You worked so hard all day”, he whispers, tracing the shape of your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“I'm so affected”, you confess, “oh my starlight, why can’t we undress ourselves and connect already?”

“I want that as well”, Jungkook says, sitting up so he can take off his gown. 

You sit up as well, doing the same. You throw it to the side, locking eyes with him. Well, at least you attempt to as Jungkook’s gaze is locked onto your chest. 

“Touch me, Jungkook”, you order lovingly, dropping back into the pillows. 

Jungkook reaches for you instantly, cradling your breasts in his strong hands. When you met him, his hands were callused and carried many small wounds. It all has healed these days. Jungkook has the softest hands. You often tell him that they weren’t sculpted to be the hands of a cruel murderer like he so long believed himself to be, but that you always knew that he had hands of a loving man. Jungkook spilled tears when you told him, as he so often does when he realises just how incredibly much he loves you. You find it beyond precious and always buy him new treasures the next day. 

“You are so beautiful”, Jungkook whispers, eyes racing over your breasts.

“So are you”, you breathe. 

“I want to lose myself in you”, Jungkook moans softly and lowers himself to your chest. His length presses against your naked thigh, giving you a sweet glimpse of how swollen you have already gotten him. He moves it against you slowly, moaning and sighing as his tongue is busy with worshiping your nipples.

“That feels so good”, you sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. Your eyes are closed so you can truly enjoy his sweet touches. Jungkook is a very attentive lover. He learns by doing and observing and improves by truly listening. You have always known that behind his inexperience, potential for greatness lied. And you weren’t disappointed, not one bit. He takes time to explore you and more often than not you have to be the one to tell him to hurry up for he could truly spend hours worshipping your every inch. 

Tonight is no different. You sense that Jungkook is in the process of losing himself to the sensations, hips restlessly chasing friction and rubbing his cock sensitive as a result. You don’t want that. You need him inside of you. Need him becoming sensitive because of your warm cunt. 

“Jungkook, beloved”, you get out, tugging at his hair gently.

“Mhm”, he hums, sucking on your right nipple while his fingers massaged the other. 

“Slip inside”, you say, forcing Jungkook to break contact with your nipple.

“Are you certain? Should, should I not lick you first?” he asks. His cheeks are so heated, his lips look so soft. 

“Not tonight. I really need you.”

“I understand”, Jungkook exhales shakily, “oh, I’m so excited now”, he confesses and smiles shyly. 

“Me too”, you retort his smile, “I can't wait.”

Jungkook climbs between your legs, reaching down to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his tip against it slowly, eliciting a shaky gasp from you. 

“Oh…Jungkook…” you sigh. 

“You are so wet”, he whispers, voice trembling in pleasure. He guides his tip up to your heat, parting your folds with it before rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit. 

Your legs open further, your breath hitches in your throat. Oh how sensitive you are. Even such simple touches send fiery pleasure through your limbs. 

Jungkook trails his cock down to your entrance again, massaging it with his tip. He pushes in every second time, not much but just enough to give you a little glimpse of pressure. He abandons your hole afterwards just to circle your clit. He repeats the process over and over again. Truly he drives you mad in desperation. 

“Be quicker”, you say, holding his shoulders. 

Jungkook sneaks a glance up at your face and smiles shyly.

“I love your wetness so much”, he says, returning to your entrance. He pushes and finally allows his length to slip deeper. 

“Ah, yes”, you moan, closing your eyes in bliss. 

“You are so warm”, Jungkook keens and then his own eyes fall closed as he sinks into you inch by inch. 

He begins moving once he bottoms out, allowing your bodies to get used to the sensation with slow, long strokes. His hands are gripping the pillow beside your head, muscles tensing. You have your hands on his chest, rubbing his nipples.

“That feels so good”, he whispers and moans softly, circling his hips when he's deep inside. He continues the rhythm, but adds the circles for a new sensation. 

“Keep going, you are wonderful”, you encourage him, melting into a puddle of warm pleasure. 

You had intercourse before Jungkook. It was fun and you enjoyed it, but nothing could have prepared you for how Jungkook will make you feel. When he is inside you, you feel like flying and as if nothing in this world could defeat you. When he is close, you feel content and whole. And only through holding him, you have found true peace. Truly, Jungkook feels different and it is the best type of different ever. 

“Oh mhm”, Jungkook lets out, lowering himself to his elbows. 

You peel your eyes open, meeting his hazy gaze. 

“Are you alright?” you ask him, basking in his racing heartbeat against your palm.

“Yes. The position was exhausting”, he explains. 

“I see. You held out long, my starlight”, you praise with a smile, “are you comfortable now?”

He nods his head, cupping your cheek and showing you a sweet smile.

“It feels…so good”, he whispers, smile falling solely because he lets his eyes flutter closed and his lips part instead. He moans softly, running his thumb over your cheek. 

You love the position so very much. Like this your chests are touching, exchanging warmth and closeness. Your legs are resting on his thighs, bend slightly by the knees and getting pushed up into your body each time he thrusts into you. Like this you can’t really close them around him, but you don’t mind as it gives you a glimpse of his strong thighs tensing with each movement. It also allows his pubic bone to rub against your clit, sending bolts of lightning through your veins each time that happens.

You sigh his name, reaching up to cup his cheek. Jungkook leans into the touch instinctively, hips faltering before gaining in a little bit of speed. 

“You're beautiful”, you whisper, moaning softly because it feels so wonderful to be fucked by him.

“My Queen”, Jungkook whimpers, “oh, ah, a-ah.”

He loves calling you by your true title in bed and you love that he does. Jungkook loves to submit to you. He loves serving you and making sure that you are pleased. He loves how it makes you feel and loves how wonderful you reward him because of it. 

“You're mine”, you whisper, hand falling to his throat gently.

Jungkook gasps, eyes opening slowly to gaze at you.

“I'm yours”, he whispers shakily, hips stuttering desperately. 

“You are. You’re my starlight”, you say, giving his veins a soft squeeze.

“Oh ___”, Jungkook gasps, squeezing his eyes shut, “please don’t let go.”

Your stomach tingles in pleasure, your heart flutters unbearably. 

You have choked Jungkook before. Quite often actually. One time you choked him as you were on top, riding his cock. Another time you choked him as you fucked into him from behind and he covered his cheeks with his tears of pleasure. Another time you choked him solely for the sake of choking him. No other stuff happened. Jungkook rested comfortably in bed while you experimented with different grips and strengths and he reacted accordingly with sweet sighs and blissed moans. And another time you ordered him to choke himself while you licked and sucked his cock. 

You really enjoy it and maybe Jungkook enjoys it even more. He loves the dizzy feeling he gets when you cut off his blood. He loves how his head starts pounding when the seconds become more and more. And he loves the rush he gets when you release him again. 

He also loves how it makes him feel. When you choke him, Jungkook feels happy and content and owned. And such statements may sound confusing to one as Jungkook always talks about cherishing his freedom, but that was the point. Jungkook has the freedom to choose to feel owned. He just has to say the word and you would release him, but he has the freedom to stay quiet and to enjoy being yours for as long as he wants to. And quite frankly, being yours is his proudest achievement. There is nothing he would want to be more. 

“Harder”, he begs, hips chasing your warmth desperately. 

You increase the pressure on his veins, basking in his heart skipping a beat and the shaky gasp he lets out. You can feel his heart race in his veins, feeling dizzy because of it. 

“I'm yours”, he croaks, “I'm all yours”, he gets out and whimpers softly, face contorting into an expression of hazy pleasure. You know that face. It is the face when the hot intense pleasure your cunt brings him mixes with the slight fogginess the choking brings his brain. It is both strong yet gentle, makes him feel both breathless and light as a feather. 

“Yes my starlight, you’re all mine”, you whisper, tensing around his length. 

Jungkook moans, voice vibrating against your hand. 

“My Queen”, he croaks, hips chasing you desperately. The new rhythm shakes you, knocking deep sounds of pleasure out of you. 

Skin slaps against skin. His thighs push against your legs, his fingers twist a bundle of pillow. And his body grinds against your clit so intensely, you almost release his throat to instead scratch down his back

“Keep going, ah Jungkook, ah my beloved ah”, you moan loudly, doing everything in your power to keep squeezing his throat. 

“I'm so hazy, it feels so good”, Jungkook moans, doing everything in his power to keep moving. All he wants to do is fall on top of you and sob your name. It feels so good to be choked. It feels so incredibly good. 

Jungkook often thinks back to your beginnings. He thinks back to the time in his life where he thought that women were witches and that sex was their way of getting to a man's soul. He laughs about it these days because he couldn’t have been more wrong. Sex is the most wonderful experience. Especially with you. Only with you. He doesn’t even mind that perhaps you are stealing a little bit of his soul, maybe he even wants you to.

Jungkook thrusts into you, shaking your entire body with it.

“O-oh fu-“, your voice cuts off before you could finish, fingers digging into his throat tightly, “Jungkook…ah Jungkook, J-Jungkook.”

You are tensing up, losing yourself to the sensations. Your cunt aches in sensitivity, his length feels like heaven inside. Your body trembles each time he fucks into you, his strength turns you into a hazy, dizzy mess. 

“So tight”, he croaks, meaning both your cunt and your grip, “don’t stop, my Queen. Ah please, I feel so good”, he keens, gulping under your grip while his cock aches inside you, “do you feel good too?” 

“Yes, yes, yes”, you chant, “oh yes. Yes!”

You have guards outside. Probably Valkeria and maybe Leyanna. Your doors were not soundproof. Are you both aware that they aren’t? Yes, you are very aware. But that doesn’t stop you from being as loud as you are. You always lose yourselves in the sensations that, quite frankly, it is just you and him right now. No world around you, no other people, nothing. Just you and him fucking like desperate animals. Jungkook also likes to make you be loud when Valkeria is around because he can show her that he can serve you so much better than she ever could. He would never tell you that, but he loves the rush of power it gives him.

“Good, that’s good”, he gets out, resorting to moaning afterwards. His head is pounding, his blood flow is cut off. Oh, Jungkook is riding on the sensation with his toes curling in pleasure. He twists the pillow, thrusting into you with a desperate strength. He feels how your thighs tremble because of it and hears how sweet you sound in reaction. He keeps going. He keeps fucking you hard and rough just so he can feel your thighs tremble and hear you moan. It motivates him so much. He doesn’t fuck you that hard to chase a selfish wave of pleasure, he is doing it for you. He knows that you love it when he is rough and strong and he wants to give you your favourite sensations. That is why he fucks like that right now. To give you your favourite kind of fuck.

“Jungkook I’m close”, you gasp out, arching your back as best as the position allows you to.

“I, I know. I feel it”, he stutters, hips chasing your tightness.

“Ah my starlight”, you croak, dropping into the sheets, “almost there, don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t”, Jungkook promises you, shaking his head even if that makes your fingers dig deeper and for him to almost pass out in pleasure. He can’t breathe from it. He can’t function. It feels so good to be choked. Oh it feels so good.

Jungkook sobs softly, dripping tears onto your cheeks.

“My Queen”, he whimpers, “I’m yours.”

“No, I’m yours”, you moan, falling into your high uncontrollably, “ah Kook”, you squeak, fingers almost slipping from his throat if he didn’t grab it panickedly to keep it there. He squeezes for you, strong hand resting over yours and glassy eyes focused on your pleasure contorted face.

“That feels so good. It feels so good”, he whispers, hips chasing your high to make it as best as possible for you, “I love you, my destiny, I love you more than anything.”

“I can’t...breathe”, you press out, wheezing for air, “oh”, you get out, shaking anew as Jungkook’s rough grinding lifts your high into mindnumbing altitudes.

“Neither can I, oh I feel breathless”, Jungkook says and sobs softly, “I’m yours”, he says, making your hand squeeze his throat even tighter.

His hips stutter uncontrollably, his thighs tense against yours.

“I can’t hold it anymore”, he confesses, voice frail and weak from the harsh choke.

Luckily for him, you are slowly coming down already, being present enough to hear his desperate confession. You feel so incredibly fulfilled from your high and yet you begin aching for his warm seed the moment your dear love begins trembling above you.

“Let go of my hand”, you order.

Jungkook drops his hand, twisting the pillow instead. He whimpers, nose scrunching up in tormented pleasure.

“There we go, you are my most precious love”, you whisper, “let go for me, my starlight”, you encourage him, releasing his throat.

Blood shoots back to his brain, his body crumbles instantly. Jungkook barely manages to get your name out and then his voice cuts off as he fights for air, cock throbbing inside of you and body feeling as if fire magic had a hold of him. He rides out his high in seven stuttering thrusts, filling your cunt with his warm seed and your heart with immortal love.

He collapses on top of you once his high died down, body feeling defeated. His skin is sticky in sweat, as is yours. He is panting, arms cradling you so tightly you wonder if he wanted to merge with you. His hair is tickling your neck as he turned his head in a way that would allow him to breathe. Truly, he wants to hide away in your neck, but he knows that such a request was impossible right now. He needs air, you have stolen him of it and now he needs to get it back.

You are breathing heavily as well, struggling just a little with his weight atop of you. Your fingers run up and down his spine, your legs are still wrapped around his thighs.

You feel so happy.

“How”, he clears his throat, “how are you?”

“Good, still dizzy”, you answer him, “and you?”

He nods his head, “defeated?” he says and laughs breathily, covering his eyes behind his hand, “oh goddesses.”

You giggle, giving him a loving squeeze.

“You are so precious”, you say, craning your neck to kiss the back of his head.

Jungkook lifts his head in reaction, propping himself up on his elbows with his last remaining strength.

“No, I’m too tired”, he gives up, rolling off of you instead to cuddle into the pillows next to you. Not for long because he seeks your closeness instantly, draping his arm across your chest and hiding his face in your neck while his leg laid itself between yours. He sighs contently, giving you sleepy neck kisses and small sounds of contentment. They constituted of little giggles, soft sighs and squeaky noises as he breathed out. He always gets like this after a good fuck and you find tranquillity in it. Jungkook is so sweet when he is content.

“Shouldn’t we relieve ourselves before we become too tired and fall asleep?” you ask him, caressing his arm.

Jungkook shakes his head, making you laugh.

“So you would rather take five days of painful peeing over going now?”

“Yes”, he says, making you chuckle, “you’re so warm.”

You try to leave only to be held back by his strong grip. He even tenses his arm for it.

“Dear, oh Jungkook you clingy man, just let me get up. I’ll be back as quickly as possible”, you complain in a laugh, trying to get his arm off your chest.

Jungkook moves his head, gazing up at you with droopy, lovedrunk eyes.

“Promise?” he asks.

“Yes promise”, you say fondly, poking the tip of his nose, “I have to hold my precious starlight for sleep, don’t I?”

Jungkook flusters, giggling sweetly and squeezing his eyes shut in shyness. He relaxes his arm, hiding his face in the pillow. Truly, he makes it so hard to leave for your heart was melting in love for him. You peck his ear and finally get up to leave. You’ll be back as soon as possible. You promised him and you intent on keeping it.

[hand-picked-star]

IPKKND was a show which was made to rewatch again and again to peel away it's layers like an onion.Call it luck or the fruit of the dedication and hardwork that IPKKND team had done on this show,the show had achieved a cult-classic status.Otherwise all the intrigated storylines,the tragedy, the pain in the past, the layered and nuanced acting of the actors would have been overlooked. ITV isn't a medium where the facial expression of an actor needed to be observed.It's a place where character's emotions are showed blatantly by loud music and multiple cuts and effects. But here we are,IPKKND lunatics, trying to read Arnav's subtle facial expression even after 12 years later.Though the beauty of the subject makes the process more enjoyable.😉

Such an moment of this show was where our emotionally-stunted male lead practised the art of apology in front of a mirror in the initial stage of their courtship and did kind of a similar thing again down the line.

The thing is khushi could read Arnav to a level that no one close to him could and that had solved certain problems in Arnav's case and he got away without stressing himself much to adopt the art of communication. And how long can a person read another person without exhausting herself,which happened with khushi here.After the contact marriage khushi could sense Arnav was hurt,that's why he was being mean to her.So, his 'hate' doesn't affect her that much cause she could see the battle going on inside him in his eyes.But after the revelation of truth of the contact marriage she broke down thinking he really hated her,whatever she thought she saw in him, was just her imagination. Then the hope came with a declaration of love, but soon was destroyed by unjust accusation hurled to her in throes of anger.At this point, khushi became the person who was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

So khushi's silence and reluctance toward him was understandable, on top of her heartbreak the guilt towards the whole situation doubled her pain.Amidst all the hurt and confusion, khushi didn't have it in her to decipher Arnav anymore who kept hurting her again and again , she needed clear and heartfelt words of reassurance .And Arnav suspected khushi needed some form of verbal comfort for her hurt . And what solution he came up with?He was practising to make conversation with her when she was asleep just like he was practising to say 'sorry' to her in front of the mirror. 🙄Man,Arnav, you are a duffer, who does that?

Day 01

Arnav was a man who despite not interested in marriage in first place, knew the fundamentals of a real marriage. Because, marriage meant a great deal to him.And here his love of life was hurting and he was unable to provide her an emotionally available husband that could erase her woes.A man who couldn't wish his wife a simple 'happy birthday' to her face despite best efforts of the whole day, how could he make her happy throughout their life? The burden of being a terrible husband wore him down. He was barely holding himself, sitting beside her sleeping form with unshed tears in his eyes and a single rose in his hand.His heart was heavy with unspoken words that he wasn't able to say out loud.He was crying not only for his weakness but also for the uncertainity of their future in case thing didn't change and his inability to make her happy.So, the man wished for his wife all the happiness in the world, because that's what he wanted to give her.

And uff those unshed tears that laslty formed a teardrop threatened to spill over his eyes.Who need heart anyway, crush it in a mixer grinder and make chutney with it. Kahe Arnav bitwa,kahe?

Day 02

Arnav remained consistent on his pursuits in consecutive second night.He knew khushi is suffering from self-guilt over the whole situation. So,He promised her everything would be sorted with time. I always get moved by the yearning in his eyes.

And he told her that it's easier to talk to her when she's sleeping.I don't know when I see this scene in an instagram reel in a funny light, like it's easier for him to talk to her sleeping from,coz she talked too much, irritate me so much. There were so much going on here and she wasn't even in her talkative self those days.It's not funny,damn it.This was serious business.The biggest deal of Arnav's life was in progress right here.

I bet khushi was pretending to sleep that night too. And it's my headcanon that she was not allowing to hold him her hand at those nights, but here she took out her hand under the duvet and placed it where he could hold it , in case it's the last night they were sleeping together in the same bed, as she decided to leave shantivan the next day.And it's funny too,how alarmed Arnav was when she moved in her pretend-sleep.His fight-and-flight response was activated.

And then Mrs.Raizada went to her buaji's house, putting a obstacles to Mr.Raizada's night time rituals.Stay tuned to know what Arnav bitwa did next😉.

My scattered thoughts (10/?)

[preservationofnormalcy]

I’m the Time Traveller. Time has been…You need to tell me what this thing is. I don’t know what happened to the last message you’ve sent me, but it’s been intercepted somehow. I think it was behind it.

I don’t care about your damned rules and regulations, you need to tell me what I’m up against. Wipe my memory after, if you’re capable, but you need to tell me what it wants. Please. I see it in my sleep. It wants something, for some reason, but I don’t know what. Your jumpsuits are useless, I tell you, useless.

I can’t stay here much longer, you don’t understand. I’ve been here, in this time—oh lord when am I?—and in this- my house for far too long, you don’t understand, I have to go. I have to go, or I will…I don’t know.

I don’t know. All right? I don’t know.

I can feel the strands of time, I need to wrap them around my fingers. I can’t stay here.

But I need to. I need to I need to I need to go.

Make it go away. Send it away. That’s your job, for fuck’s sake, do your fucking job.

I’m going to burn the envelope. I’m going burn that one and the other two you let it deliver, unless you do something.

You don’t understand what I will lose if it gets me.

You will lose nothing but the chains that bind you to an artifcial accounting. This fake, this lie called "Time" will be eradicated, to an end th

--ello? This thing on? Gosh sakes, I--

--came unto you with grace and this is how you repay my kindness? Miserable, insignifi

--ighty, mister, you gosh darn gone far enough! Y'know I got half a mind to put you in th--

--at? What is this. Who dares?

--ell it's Amanda Wright who dares, doncha know? You'll have been causin' us a lot of trouble, mister!

Unbelievable gall of thi--

Uff da, you kiss your gramma with that mouth?

--ow are you doing thi--

'Cause I'm from a little place called Minnesota, mister, and we have a thing called gosh darn manners!

--are you....No no no no--

You betcha! Better just skooch on, it'll be better for ya if you start now! Hello? Oh for cute, Norm's got the - the jabberwock's all wrapped around him. Ms Cold? You -- oh there ya are, honey. You okay? Is this how I tell the people --

Doncha worry, everybody! This is Amanda Wright speakin'. Holy buckets, I had to pull out some pretty major stops to put a downer on Mr Destroyin' Time here, but it's done! Don't ask when it will have been done, fer your sake, but doncha worry your pretty little heads. Just, ah, for all the folks out there slidin' around time all willy nilly, you may wanna take a little break!

...that one's not a request. Take a break. Fer your sake.

Anyway, Miss Amanda's got it all taken care of. No longer experiencin' time in a linear fashion's got some perks, eh?

We're gonna give Norm and Ms Cold a little time to rest. They'll be back in a jiffy!

You will lose nothing but the chains that bind you to an artifcial accounting. This fake, this lie called "Time" will be eradicated, to an end th

--ello? This thing on? Gosh sakes, I--

--came unto you with grace and this is how you repay my kindness? Miserable, insignifi

--ighty, mister, you gosh darn gone far enough! Y'know I got half a mind to put you in th--

--at? What is this. Who dares?

--ell it's Amanda Wright who dares, doncha know? You'll have been causin' us a lot of trouble, mister!

Unbelievable gall of thi--

Uff da, you kiss your gramma with that mouth?

--ow are you doing thi--

'Cause I'm from a little place called Minnesota, mister, and we have a thing called gosh darn manners!

--are you....No no no no--

You betcha! Better just skooch on, it'll be better for ya if you start now! Hello? Oh for cute, Norm's got the - the jabberwock's all wrapped around him. Ms Cold? You -- oh there ya are, honey. You okay? Is this how I tell the people --

Doncha worry, everybody! This is Amanda Wright speakin'. Holy buckets, I had to pull out some pretty major stops to put a downer on Mr Destroyin' Time here, but it's done! Don't ask when it will have been done, fer your sake, but doncha worry your pretty little heads. Just, ah, for all the folks out there slidin' around time all willy nilly, you may wanna take a little break!

...that one's not a request. Take a break. Fer your sake.

Anyway, Miss Amanda's got it all taken care of. No longer experiencin' time in a linear fashion's got some perks, eh?

We're gonna give Norm and Ms Cold a little time to rest. They'll be back in a jiffy!

[burnwater13]

Grogu with his ears being buffeted by the wind as he rides on a speeder bike in saddle bag. From the DataWorks calendar. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 1, The Marshal.

Grogu never got tired of going fast. Never. It was great feeling the air rushing past along with the scenery. It didn’t matter to him if the scenery was the desert, a planet that was a city, or the stars themselves. It was exciting and fun and safe. At least for him.

His friend Ian had once told him that problem was never how fast you going. It was all about how quickly you stopped. Grogu giggled thinking about that. He and the Mandalorian had made some sudden stops. On Arvala-7. On Tatooine. Nevarro. The list went on, but Grogu didn’t really care about that. 

He and his dad only had a few things in common. Their beskar armor. Their brown eyes. And their love of going fast. Din Djarin didn’t giggle as much as he did when they were zipping around on a speeder bike. But Grogu had excellent hearing and he knew that his dad giggled some of those times they were flying around at top speed.

Sure. The Mandalorian tried to hide it. Tried to keep it soft. He didn’t want anyone to know that when he was going so fast that he thought he was a kid again. Just a kid having fun. Going as fast as he could. Just because it was fun.

Grogu wondered how much fun the Mandalorian had ever had in his life. Grogu had a lot of fun at the Jedi Temple, despite the serious nature of studying the Force, understanding balance, learning Gal Basic, all that stuff. He’d had that fun even without Ian helping him. He was just a happy go lucky youngling back then. Other than going really fast, Grogu didn’t really know of anything else that the Mandalorian considered fun. 

When Grogu had suggested that polishing his armor must be a lot of fun, considering that Din Djarin did it all the time, along with cleaning it, he was surprised when the Mandalorian shook his head.

“As a Mandalorian you are trained to properly maintain all of your tools and equipment. The armor keeps me alive. I need to treat it with respect, as do you. Next time, use your markers on something else. These walls are kind of boring.”

The Mandalorian hadn’t actually said that last part, but Grogu felt it was implied. 

What wasn’t implied was that the things his dad spent so much time on were not things he found fun. It was just a fact. Plain. Boring. Constant. Fact. Grogu thought that was terrible. Din Djarin needed more fun in his life and Grogu was determined to figure what else the human enjoyed. 

At first he asked his dad straight out what he thought was fun. It was like the Mandalorian didn’t even understand the concept of fun. He couldn’t even list one thing that he did just for the fun it. Not even the flying fast thing. That was to get away from bad guys, or inconveniently placed New Republic scouts and rangers. Uff.

Then Grogu began to quiz his dad. 

Was cooking fun? Nope. Fuel for his body, plus you didn’t cook rations. You heated them up. Not the same. 

Was maintenance fun? Nope. Another necessary aspect of Mandalorian training. 

Was sleeping fun? Din Djarin just shook his head and asked Grogu if he’d cleaned his armor yet that day. Uff. Grogu was hoping to get his dad to tell him about his dreams. Maybe his dad would realize that he dreamed about fun stuff, even if he didn’t do that fun stuff. 

After that lecture (maybe his dad found those fun because he sure did deliver a lot of them, but Grogu didn’t want to encourage that), Grogu decided that he would have to observe his dad more closely and listen for the slightest changes in his voice. 

After three days of dedicated observation, including when his dad was sleeping, Grogu had been able to determine a couple of things that other people might consider fun that his dad willingly participated in. The speed thing was real, as Grogu had known it was, no matter what his dad said about staying safe. Playing catch with Grogu was something that the Mandalorian found fun and that surprised Grogu a little bit. His dad didn’t usually like him using the Force too much. Mandalorians had to learn to do things by hand, blah, blah, blah. And the big softy seemed to like to watch Grogu when he was sleeping. Like he was counting each breath and just smiling to himself that he managed to get through another day of parenting and that seemed to make him very happy.

Grogu understood the happiness part but didn’t actually think it was fun, until he realized how his dad pretended that he wasn’t watching him when he was asleep. The Mandalorian tried all sorts of head fakes, sneezing, reading, literally falling on the ground, to make it seem like he was there on other business or just happened to notice Grogu while he was doing all those other things. But Grogu knew that his dad was grinning the whole time.

How? His beard made a subtle, scratchy sound when Din’s face moved. The sound of the grin was different than the sound of a smile or a frown and they had all been catalogued and cross indexed so Grogu would be able to continue his data collection and analysis. Apparently, the thing Din Djarin found the most fun was spending time with his son and that was definitely the Way. 

[spidybaby]

I wanted to post something today but I've been so tired and sleepy. When I got home the first thing I did was lay in bed for a moment cause my headache was uff crazy (but that's on me for eating later than I should) and I ended up sleeping like an hour.

To all the anons who sweetly asked me for something, know that I'm trying, I'm just not on the best shape rn and need to get some energy.

[yootdong]

Healing December (pt.2)

mina chuckled hearing chaeyoung's voice «i think they've arrived» while sana just come closer to her to seek warmth

«Tired unnie» and Mina smiled at how tiny she looked right now

«honey!» yelled chaeyoung entering the room and then throwing herself on the bed between her sisters «two honeys here!»

«hi chaeng» smiled mina

«hii unnie, sana unnie we bought you stuff, wake up!» and sana now was more awake than ever, bringing all her attention to the youngest

but before chae could say anything jihyo entered the room and seeing the position of the younger she laughed «what are you guys up to? chae jeongyeon unnie was looking for you, you need to change»

«uff, fineee» the youngest huffed going back upstairs

«Be careful on the stairs» Jihyo said before going to change too

when the singer came back mina and sana were sleeping again so the older one threw herself next to Sana, who unlike Mina would not have slept that night if she had continued like this «booo!»

sana jumped slightly, opening her eyes and then grabbing jihyo's sweatshirt «why are you still sleeping, huh?» but the girl didn’t answer still too sleepy to deal with the older one

«It looks so comfortable» Mina sighed as she looked at her unnie in her pajamas

«jeongyeon surely brought yours too baby» Jihyo reassured her

«i’ll go up and get it in a moment» Mina said and then curled up in the blanket again

«hey I have some clementines, do you want them?» Jihyo then said to Sana, knowing how much the younger one loved the fruit

«Yay!» the little girl screamed excitedly, forgetting about how cold and sleepy she was the moment Jihyo handed her the bag with the fruits «i’m too happy now unnie!» Sana laughed

«i know princess» giggled the older one

«Mina look! they got clementines!” and the slightly older japanese just smiled at sana running a hand through her hair

«appa jeongy is upstairs, right?» she then asked jihyo

«mhm, if you go up tell her to go down and retrieve the princess, I don't think she’s very inclined to get up» said jihyo seeing the girl curl up back in bed and making Mina giggle

and Mina went up finding Nayeon explaining to Momo how to make the bread plate while the older was holding Tzuyu in her arms «it’s burnt eomma!» Momo teased her

«it's not burnt, it's just... the beans»

then she saw Jeongyeon entering the room holding Dahyun's hand as she carried Chae

«What's this burning smell? what did you burn?»

«smells burnyy» giggled Dahyun running to her mom and leaning against Momo «fish bread! appa look! they made fish bread!»

«made? more like they set it on fire» laughed jeongyeon

«’inari!» shouted chaeyoung seeing mina walking to them while jeongyeon sited on the bug couch

«here’s my minari, did you sleep well?» nayeon asked wrapping an arm around the girl

«mhmh, is my jammies in the suitcase?» mina asked shyly

«of course sweetie, do you wanna take it now or later?»

«later» she said sitting next to momo «oh appa! jihyo unnie said that um you have to go downstairs to to take sana-chan»

«mh guess someone doesn't want to get out of bed huh? thank you for telling me baby» Jeongyeon said placing chae on the sofa between mina and Dahyun and going downstairs

«hey, what's going on here?» jeongyeon asked making Jihyo, who was sorting out her pajamas, turn towards her

«your princess over there» she replied pointing to Sana who was lying on the bed on her stomach hugging the bag of clementines

[crazyunsexycool]

Is it a crime?

Chapter 5

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader

word count: 5.0k

warnings:Bucky being a bit of a simp, teeth pulling (just one), knife use, heavy petting (If I forgot something please let me know)

series masterlist

Ch. 4

7 years ago There have been too many close calls recently. Pierce’s men were coming out of the woodwork trying to track you down and take you back. This time one of them had found you as you finished a job. There were enough people that hated Pierce and would either look the other way when they saw you or gave you odd jobs. It was enough to keep money in your pocket and allow you to keep moving. You couldn’t settle in one place for too long like you had in the sleepy town you were currently leaving.  It’s how you ended up in the bathroom at a truck stop at 3:00 am cleaning up some wounds. The last guy Pierce sent out almost managed to knock you out but at the last second you got the upper hand. You were throwing away the used supplies when you heard footsteps behind you.

“Are you ok?” 

You looked up at the owner of the voice. “I’m fine.” You said, hoping the woman would leave you alone.

“You’re bleeding. Did someone hurt you? Do you need help?” 

“I said I’m fine.” 

“I can stitch up that wound.” She insisted.

You turn to look at her. She was tall with tanned skin and dark hair and she looked genuinely concerned for you. “Back off.” 

You threw everything in the trash can and walked out. She followed.

“Listen if that doesn’t get treated properly you can get an infection.”

You looked over your shoulder as you turned the corner to walk out of the bathroom. “I said back off. If you don’t then uff-“ you walked right into someone as you stepped out. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there… Y/N?”

You looked up and you couldn’t believe your eyes. “Jake?” You reached out to touch him. Maybe you were dying and you were hallucinating or something. 

Jake pulls you in for a hug, a bone crushing hug that has you cry out in pain. He pulls back holding you at arms length as his eyes look you over. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Jensen, you know her?” The woman that had followed you out asked. 

“Yeah, she’s my best friend.” 

“Are you two done? We’ve got to head out.” Someone else spoke but you were too wrapped up in finally having someone you knew close that you didn’t pay attention to them. 

“Hey are you with me?” 

“Yeah, it’s just- it’s been so long since I’ve seen a friendly face. I’m so fucking tired JJ.” 

He hugged you again, softly this time and you returned the hug. Silently Jake leads you to a canary yellow hummer limousine and at some other time you would have found it hilarious but you weren’t sure what was happening. Jake introduced you to his team.

“And you are?” 

“Clay this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“The mob princess?” Roque asked

“I’m not a princess.” You snapped.

“Sorry, we’ve heard a lot about you.” He held his hands up defensively. “Mostly from this one.”

“She’s my best friend, we grew up together and we need to help her.”

“Jensen, we can’t. We’re going after Max. We have enough on our plate.” 

“I don’t need help.”

“Are you joking? Look at you.”

“It was just a job. I’m doing just fine on my own.” you scoff.

“Nothing to do with Pierce’s men going after you?” 

You averted your eyes. Jake had a way of reading you that rivaled Bucky. 

“How much longer can you stay alone on the road? They’re going to catch up to you sooner or later. Join us.” Jake offered without even asking the others.

“No way, we don’t know her.” Clay spoke up.

“If she can’t come with us then I’m out.” 

You sat on a chair across from who everyone has nicknamed fake Jake. The resemblance was uncanny and if you didn’t know Jake as well as you did you would have thought this was him. He had been there since the early hours of the morning but you had still been dealing with Tommy at the club. Now you were here on two hours of sleep and not enough coffee. It was the perfect mix to have you feeling irritated at the idiot in front of you. 

“So fake Jake, what is your boss up to?” you ask. 

“My name isn’t Jake.” 

“You’re tied to a chair in a warehouse and your main concern is us getting your name right.” Roque smacks him across the back of his head. “Answer her question.”

“I don’t know.” 

“Wrong answer.” 

“Were you going to do any other jobs for him?” you sigh. “Was Rumlow going to have you impersonate Jake again?” 

He doesn’t answer, instead you see his jaw move around. You narrow your eyes, it’s an odd movement and then you remember.

“Open his mouth right now!” Roque moves and grabs his face, forcing him to open his mouth. You grab a pair of pliers and a flashlight and turn it on to look into his mouth. 

He tried to move around to keep you away from what you inevitably found, a molar replaced with a single dose of cyanide. With the pliers you pulled until it was out. You inspected it and scoffed before setting it down on the table. Roque lets your guest’s face go as he inspects what you pulled from his mouth.

“What the hell is this princess?” Roque asked with a disgusted look on his face.

“Hydra’s insurance policy. It’s a cyanide capsule hidden under a fake tooth. All members are required to get one and if they’re caught by police or their enemies with no way out they’re expected to use them. It’s the same trick Pierce has had in his playbook for years.”

“You don’t have one of these do you.”

“Of course not. But it does let us know something important, isn’t that right fake Jake?” You look back at the man in front of you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything and if I did I wouldn’t tell you anyways. Pierce scares me but you’re just some little bitch playing pretend.” 

You smile as you get up and walk over to the table and grab some brass knuckles and a knife. Slipping them on your fingers and admiring them the same way you would a ring before walking back to the imposter. You connect your fist with his jaw, a grunt flying from his mouth. With a quick movement you drive the knife into his thigh and twist it. He yells a string of curses before looking up at you before you do it again. 

“You should be scared of me, who do you think taught me how to do this? And I’m so much worse than he is. Pierce is set in his ways and doesn't like change. With him you’d be dead by now, but we’re just getting started.” You smirk and punch him in the ribs. “Tell me what you know.” 

“I don’t know a lot.” 

You raised an eyebrow as you twirled your knife around. His chin trembled as his eye followed the movement. As you move to stab him again he fights against his restraints, so much so that he falls over.

“No, wait! Wait please. I’ll tell you.” 

You lower your hand and sit down.

“I want to know everything you do.”

“You can’t go in there without an appointment.” A petite blonde stood in front of you, her arms crossed. You thought it was cute that she believed that was enough to stop you from walking in. 

“Well, if you would have scheduled me in I wouldn’t have to barge into Stark’s office now would I?” 

You step around her, Jake following close behind looking a bit apologetic at Stark’s secretary. It might possibly cost her the job but you have more important things to worry about. You don’t knock instead just turning the doorknob and pushing it open. Inside you find Tony and Nat pressed up against each other. You smirked as they scramble to put some space in between them.

“Sorry, was I interrupting something?” 

“No.” Nat scoffs as she straightens herself up. 

“Well then you should let Tony’s dick know.” 

Tony does his best to hide the bulge in his pants before sitting down. He glares at you as he grabs his office phone and calls his secretary a quick you’re fired is all he says before hanging up. Nat excuses herself and closes the door on her way out. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’ve tried to set up a meeting with you but you’ve been busy. So I decided to just show up to see if you could squeeze me in.” 

“Why?” 

“We’ve got very interesting information and as a courtesy I thought that I would come to let you know that you have a few hydra members working for you.” 

“There’s no fucking way that there are any hydra members here. I do thorough background checks on all of my employees before I hire them.”  He glares at you as he leans forward resting his arms on top of his desk.

“Have you ever checked on any of your employees after you’ve hired them?”

He doesn’t respond.

“Didn’t think so.” You smile. “I happen to have proof if you don’t believe me. Your employee, Garrett Warren who looks a lot like Jake, was working for you for six months when Rumlow approached him. Rumlow had him dress up like Jake recently and sneak into Barnes’ warehouse to try and set us up. He gave me a lot more information this morning after our one-on-one.”

“Ok so you took care of Warren, what do you want?”

“Warren started recruiting others that work here. I suggest you clean house.” You pull a piece of paper out of your purse and place it on the desk. 

“What is this going to cost me?” 

“Oh Tony, why would you think I’m going to charge you?” You smile sweetly.

“Because you are your mother’s daughter.” 

You look at him curiously. What did your mom have to do with any of it? 

“Let’s just say you’ll owe me one.” 

He rolls his eyes before grabbing the list you gave him. You see his eyes scanning the names, his jaw clenching more the further down he went. 

“I want to talk to Warren first.” 

“You can drop by whenever you want. Meanwhile Jake here has the information on the program Warren installed within your company.”

“Now you’re saying I don’t know what software is running in my systems?” 

“I was able to get into your servers in about a minute, Warren left a back door open when he tried to delete footage from the security cameras at Barnes’ warehouse.” Jake supplies. 

“Like I said, I want to talk to Warren first. Then we can talk about that favor.” 

“Deal.” You get up from your seat and start heading out with Jake following you. “Make sure the door is locked next time, Stark.” 

“Get the fuck out, Y/L/N.” He says with slight amusement. 

Bucky had been in his office all day, as expected. If he wasn’t giving his own men orders and keeping his territory free of any hydra men, Bucky was handling his father’s men. Everyday more responsibility fell on Bucky, still his father refused to give up control completely. If he wasn’t in some type of fight with people that wanted to do harm to him or his family, he was cleaning up his father’s fuck ups. Like at this very moment where he was moving money around because his father spent thousands on who knows what. He had been smart enough to separate his own money from his father’s early on and invested it in his own business deals both legal and not. With it, Bucky had been branching out and financially supporting his mother and sister. It was one responsibility he would gladly take from George's hand. Still his moves needed to be cautious and calculated, Bucky had plans to completely remove himself from under his father’s thumb and have the freedom he so desperately wanted. 

“What are you looking at?” Steve’s voice interrupted the solitude Bucky liked so much. He glared at his right hand man for just a moment before accepting the glass of scotch Steve had placed on the desk in front of him. 

“The contract.” 

“Again?”

“There has to be a way out of it.” Bucky said as he grabbed his drink and drank it in one big gulp. 

He hadn’t looked at the contract in months. It’s what he had signed when he agreed to marry Dot. There had been a lot of back and forth between himself, George and Dot’s father as to what the contract should include. After months of arguing everyone agreed and Bucky signed his life away. Back then he thought he would never see you again and if he had to get married at the insistence of his father he might as well get something out of it. It’s why he had made his own demands. But now that you’re back and he has a chance to be with you again he couldn’t care less about the contract and his requests, he would find another way for his requests to be fulfilled. Bucky knew if he asked you to back him up you would but he wanted to get out of this himself. He was tired of needing someone to bail him out of his own problems and he wanted to do this on his own to prove he could do it. 

“Why don’t you call her and ask to see her?” 

“No, I can’t be distracted. I want to figure this out first.” 

“It’s already late, give it a rest Buck. Call Y/N I bet she’ll want to see you too. I’ll send this to Murdock to look over it. If anyone can find anything it’ll be him and Foggy.” 

“Fine, I’ll go. Worry about this tomorrow though.” Bucky said as he grabbed his phone with the intention of messaging you.

You had just finished showering and getting dressed with the intention of getting some actual sleep when your phone buzzed.

Bucky: busy? 

Y/N: not for you.

Bucky: I want to see you

Y/N: where?

Bucky: the hideout.

You smiled as you replied that you’d be there in 20 minutes.

15 years old

It had been one month since Bucky had asked you out on a date and that same night had asked you to be his girlfriend officially. Your father found out a few days later and although he assured you it was ok you suddenly found that you had more bodyguards than before. It was a precaution he said, but really it was to make sure you and Bucky spent as little time alone as possible. But what your father wasn’t aware of was both of your abilities to sneak around. It was how you found yourself standing in front of an abandoned building in the Barnes territory on a Saturday at 11:00 pm. You had checked the note that Bucky had given you earlier to make sure you had the correct address as you eyed the chain link fence that surrounded the property. A large no trespassing sign hung in front of you and for a moment you thought this was some kind of prank before you heard your name being called. 

“You made it.” Bucky said with a smile. He placed a kiss on your cheek  and his arm around your shoulder once he stopped next to you. 

“I thought you were pranking me. This building is off limits, why are we here?” 

“It’s a surprise. And it’s not off limits, it belongs to my dad,” He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the alley and then to the fire escape. “Here, can you hold this?” He handed you a rather heavy backpack before pulling down on the ladder. He grabbed the bag again and hung it over his shoulder before motioning for you to go first.

It was quick work for both of you to get up the first ladder before Bucky stopped you. He made quick work of opening a window so that you could use the regular stairs. With his hand intertwined with yours he led you up to the final floor. Bucky covered your eyes and led you through a door at the end of the hall. 

“Surprise.” He said quietly as his hands fell from your eyes revealing what he had brought you for. 

The space seemed like it was meant to be an office but it lay empty. Well almost empty. There were bean bag chairs and lanterns everywhere casting a soft glow as well as a small coffee table with a radio sitting on top. The building was tall enough that you could see a good part of Brooklyn from the huge windows opposite the door. There was a broom in the corner along with some big black trash bags. It’s obvious he had cleaned up.

“What is this place?” 

“My dad bought this building a while back and plans for it fell through. He can’t seem to sell it to anyone. I thought we could use it. It can be our hideout, you know, for when our dads get annoying.” he said with a grin as he walked further into the room. He took off the backpack he brought with him and looked back up as he pulled something out. “I brought you a blanket, I know you always get cold and snacks.” 

Bucky held out the blanket and you moved towards him, snatching the blanket and taking a seat in one of the bean bag chairs. He sat next to you and offered you a small pink box. A cupcake from your favorite bakery. You thanked Bucky as you grabbed one and he took the other. He kept his eyes on you as you continued to look around.

“I thought we could make it nicer, you know. Bring in some more stuff to decorate it however you want.” 

“We’ll make it the perfect place.” you said with a smile.

The smile that appeared on your face made your cheeks hurt as you stepped out of your car. It was obvious the building had been renovated but that couldn’t take away all the memories made there. The parties Bucky would have there when your parents wouldn’t allow you to have one at home, the many, many times you would sneak out and meet him there after not being able to see each other for days or weeks at a time. You stepped onto the sidewalk as you admired the building. The chain link fence was long gone but you wondered if Bucky would have you climb the fire escape for old times sake. The front door of the building opens to reveal Bucky. He waves you over and you realize for the first time you hadn’t seen him dressed so casually since you came back. You were glad to have come dressed comfortably after seeing him. He had on a black t-shirt under a leather jacket and dark wash jeans. His eyes were bright, his smile mirrored yours and he looked good. So good it should be illegal. 

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Come on in.” He opens the door wider to let you in. 

“Wow.” Was all you managed to get out. The lobby was completely renovated. There was tile on the floor, the walls were painted and everything looked new. There was some furniture covered with plastic sitting around. “Are you actually using this building?” 

“Not yet, but I’m making it my new office.”

“I thought George was going to sell it.” you said as you walked further in.

“He did, to me. I just couldn’t let this place go.” 

You looked at him over your shoulder, his eyes were on you but somehow it was like he wasn’t really looking at you. It was more like he was reliving memories of your time spent here. He smiled sweetly at you when he realized you were looking at him and extended his hand, which you happily took.

“Come on, I’ve got a surprise.” 

“I’ve heard that before.” you chuckled as he pulled you towards the new elevators. 

Bucky lifted your hand to his lips and placed a quick kiss on it as you waited for the elevator to stop at the last floor. When the doors opened you let Bucky pull you along the newly renovated but still familiar hallway. At the end was the room you spent a lot of your time in. The door was closed and a small private sign was screwed on to it. Bucky pulled a key out of his pocket and gave it to you to unlock the door. 

A small gasp escapes you as you take in the room. The windows still gave you that view you had missed. Long gone are the bean bag chairs, they’re now replaced with some couches. A small bar was on one side of the room, shelves sitting high above it filled with pictures and memories from when you were younger. The room was dimly lit and inviting. Opposite the bar there were a few bookshelves and a music system. It had everything you and Bucky had talked about adding to liven up the place. 

Bucky’s arm’s wrap around you from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You fall back into him as you bring your hands to cover his. 

“Do you like it?” 

“It’s perfect.” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling. He lets go of you and moves his hand to your lower back, guiding you into the room. 

“Want a drink?” 

“Sure, do you have wine?” 

“Absolutely.” He says as you take a seat and he moves behind the bar. A few minutes later he’s handing you a glass of your favorite wine as he sits down next to you.

You take a sip and savor it. “How did you know this was my favorite?”

“That’s top secret.” 

“You asked Sarah?” 

“I asked Sarah.” He sighed as you giggled. Bucky sat back, getting comfortable and as he rested his arm against the back of the couch you moved to lean against him. You rest your head on his shoulder as you get comfortable yourself. 

You both sat in comfortable silence for a while. Every once in a while you felt Bucky place a chaste kiss on your forehead, or you would hold his free hand. But the longer you sat there, the more the one question you wanted to ask him kept nagging at you. You sit up and you drink the last of your wine before placing the glass on the coffee table in front of you. 

“I need to ask you something.”

“Anything.” 

“Do you love her?” You ask cautiously. It scared you more than any situation you’ve ever been in. If he said yes you weren’t sure what you would do with yourself. But you saw the way his face twisted in anger.

“No, absolutely not. I can’t even stand being in the same room as her,” Bucky sat up straighter and turned to look at you. “The only reason I’m even engaged to her is because of a deal my father made with her’s.”

“What kind of deal?”

“If it’s ok I’d really prefer not to talk about it right now. I’ve spent all day trying to find a way out of it.” 

“Ok, why are you trying to get out of it?” 

“Well, you see there is this woman I know. She’s beautiful, sexy, intelligent, a total badass. Don’t even get me started with how hot she is when she handles a weapon.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows and you smile. “Anyways she just so happens to come back into my life recently and I really want her back. I can’t really have her back fully if I’m engaged to someone else.” 

“She sounds like a lucky woman to have your heart like that.”

“I like to think I’m the lucky one. Hopefully I have her heart too.” He said as he moved closer to you. 

“I’m pretty sure you do. She’s be kind of dumb to not love someone like you. Especially if you’re doing something like that for her.”

“Well, I’d do anything for her.” Bucky added before his lips barely touched yours.

“Really?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Dance with me?” You whispered against him. Bucky let out a small annoyed groan but it stopped quickly when you pressed your lips to his. It was too fast to even be considered a kiss but it was still there. You got up and went to the shelf where there was a new radio and turned it on, searching until you found a random slow song. It was a well known fact that Bucky doesn’t dance but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t ask him to once in a while. You thought you would have to ask him again but you were pleasantly surprised that he was up and moving the coffee table. 

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around each other and began to sway to the music.

“You know this means I get to feel you up now right?” 

“You can feel up whatever you want, baby.”

“Is that right?” you nod in response before you feel his hands move from your waist to the small of your back until he slid them over your ass, giving you a quick squeeze. “That can get you in trouble.” 

“What kind of trouble?”

“Only the best kind.” 

You give a little hum of acknowledgement as you press your body against his. Resting your head against his shoulder and hiding your face in the crook of his neck, Bucky takes the opportunity to hum along with the song that filled the air. He swayed side to side while enjoying having you in his arms. That was until he felt your lips on his neck. Little nips and kisses left behind in a trail up his cheek. 

“What are you doing?” he whispers.

“Making up for lost time.” 

The words had barely escaped your lips when you felt Bucky lift you. Your legs wrapped around him as he walked back to the couch and gently placed you down before settling between your legs. That was one thing you loved about him. No matter what was going on, he was always so gentle with you. His touch, his love. No matter the things he’d done or seen, not even the abuse he’d survived at the hands of his father could break him. There was no doubt that Bucky could be cruel and vicious if needed, you had seen it on a number of occasions and heard about it in the years after you had been driven out of New York. 

But right now, in this moment where it was just you and him wrapped up in each other he was the man you knew. His eyes were bright and his smile soft. It was what you remembered from before this mess. Bucky hovered above you, just like he had so many times before in the same exact room. Your hands had moved from around his neck to cup his cheek, you couldn’t help but study his face. You’d notice how much he’s changed. The little scars here and there most likely from fights that made his face their permanent home. The stubble that he had started to let grow out some. His lips, pink and inviting. Before you could make the move he lowered his head. His lips crashing against yours. They were just as you remembered, maybe even better. There was no fight for dominance when his tongue slipped between your parted lips because your trust in him ran so deep you would give him control whenever he asked for it. 

His hands were another story, somehow calculated and determined as they followed the path along your body as they did so many times before but also eager to relearn what made you putty in his hands. It was now his turn to move to your neck, kissing his way down until he found that spot that had you weak and moaning for him. You were a mess under him, your hands were in his hair or gripping his biceps. Bucky’s hands slide under your shirt and you shudder at the cool sensation of his left hand as it inches up to your chest. He groans as you roll your hips against his hardening length. Cursing under his breath he pulls away, sitting up and looking down at you. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want it to be like this.”

You sit up and place a hand on his chest and moving up to his neck, you pull him down for one more kiss. Bucky rests his forehead against yours while keeping his eyes closed. 

“You have no idea how bad I want you, bug. But I’m not going to make you feel like the other woman.” 

“I know.” You smile up at him. “Just know that I want you too.” 

“You’re going to make me change my mind if you say things like that.” 

“A girl can try. Come on, we can at least cuddle right?” 

“Yeah, we can do that.” He answers as he sits back down. Bucky gets comfortable against the arm rest before you move to lay against him. 

The radio fills the comfortable silence, Bucky plays with your hair and you feel safe enough to want to drift off into sleep. It’s the first time in a long time where you don’t feel like you have to carry the weight of everything on your shoulders alone. Bucky’s here with you, keeping you safe and warm. He mumbles sweet nothings in your ear and promises of a new future together once everything is over. Your eyes close, there is a smile on your lips as you savor the small moment of peace you have with the man you love.

Completely unaware of the rushed footsteps heading your way.

Ch. 6

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Hellooo :) 16, 18, 27 and 30 for the Simon asks if you'd like 😊💜

hey :) thanks for the questions!

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

Starting right off with the hardest question lmao uff...maybe being scared of ending up like his father...idk if that's deep and dark enough though

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

oh, there might be a few things lol, Simon definitely has some unresolved issues and trauma about his upbringing and childhood probably. What's it like growing up with an addict father, what does that mean for his relationship with alcohol and drugs? His parents separation and how it influences his relationship with his mother and sister and resulted in him growing up faster and taking care of the people around him and ignoring his own needs and possibly letting others take advantage of him. He needs to acknowledge these things and while he does set some boundaries he still has to get better at not just giving emotional support but also voicing his own needs more and let others take care of him and not just bottle things up internally for so long until he can't anymore

27. Their guilty pleasure

Liking when Wille is acting all crown prince-like and like he's got the full authority and power. That maybe he shouldn't and yes he has all kinds of problems with Wille's position and privilege but he can't help but also find it a little hot sometimes 🤭 (i mean, he didn't oppose to Wille pointing the gun at August and telling him to go on his knees 👀)

30. Sleeping habits

I'm not sure if we know but he seems to me like a restless, light sleeper like limbs flailing around, constantly switching sides and hard to calm down, his mind still on overdrive, thinking about everything and brooding. I can imagine him liking to have something soft close he can grab and cuddle (like the teddy bear we saw on his bed in s2 or Wille's sweater under his pillow 👀). He curls himself up when he feels safe but he has also trained himself to sleep somewhere uncomfortable and not care too much about comfort like when he was sleeping upside in Wille's bed, or maybe crashing at Rosh's or Ayub's, sleeping in a hospital chair (idk what for but i can see it), just being quick to wake up and on alert for anything that could happen

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Camp NaNo – week 1

Monday (7/1):

It's 9:30 pm and I finally opened my laptop. Uff, what a long day. Ngl, I'm exhausted. I woke up at 5:30 am to get ready for work. I left at almost 4 pm. Then there was a problem with my car (stressing af) and I had about 20 minutes to get to a meeting in another town so... very nice. The meeting was 'till 6 pm and around 6:30 pm I was finally home. Now let's get to writing.

It's 10 pm and I'm falling asleep as I write so it's time to put my laptop down and get some rest before my work, tomorrow. I haven't written much, but I didn't want to start with a 0 tomorrow.

Wordcount: 326

Tuesday (7/2):

It's 17:40 and I'm opening my second draft. I'm so hyped even though I just got home 😂... maybe I'm even overhyped because an hour ago I had a veeeery strong coffee and I mean wow, it just kicked in and I'm overflown with energy. So my writing is either going to be very good or very bad, we'll see.

On my schedule is: finish chapter 1 (I started it yesterday); start reading The Throne of Glass. I read that book a lot of times already, but it has similar writing style as I'm using in this book and I found out I'm repeating the same words again and again, so I want to use this reread for the benefit of my vocabulary (plus I want to reread the whole series this summer, although I wanted to finish reading Iron Flame first... so complicated, right?)

My plans for the day have escalated quite differently. We had a game night so after about 200 words I stopped writing for several hours and just before I head to bed I wrote up to 752 words. It's still not much, but I can't focus anymore. We'll se how tomorrow's going to be. I was planning to write all day, but I found out we're going to the ZOO. I'm very excited for our little trip, but at the same time I have no idea how the heck I'm going to get the wordcount I need. This challenge is going to be fun.

Wordcount: 752

Wednesday (7/3):

It's 10 pm and I just opened my laptop. This day could be divided into two parts – the awesomest one and the worst stressful nightmare. Me, my mom and my sister went to the trip to the zoo. It was a wonderful day. But after that there was a family matter that we had to solve so I didn't have time for writing...

Wordcount: 0

Today it's Tuesday, 9th of July... I'm so sorry for my delayed post but the thing is I am sick. I have the stomach flu since Saturday, but have been feeling so off most of the week so the last time I've written anything was on Friday and it wasn't much. Hopefully I'm going to be back on track soon but now I'm feeling so bad that the only thing I do is sleep and watch TV.

Also on Thursday I had an 11 hour long shift at work so very tiring day. On Friday my friend had a birthday party so I was with her all day and when I got back I started feeling sick but I didn't think it was something to worry about. On Saturday me and my dad went to visit my aunt and when we got back the stomach flu started in all it's power and hadn't left since.

I'm not sure how I'll get 45k words in my draft by the end of July but now health is my priority. So I'm going to get back when I'm feeling better.