#ari strikes once again...

[pynkgothicka]

— cherry ღ

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: cheating, manipulation, corruption, pseudo incest, age gap, virgin!reader, she's quite innocent (but please always assume 18+!), inappropriate inspections ahshdhdhd, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, ridiculous amounts of "good girl", mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding kink ooops

Namjoon was just... committed. It was his job as your father to look after your heart; and everything else that came with it.

"Show me, baby," he whispered, soft lips brushing your ear. "It's okay."

It sounded so simple. Yet the sweet words were followed by the tip of his big, hard cock pushing into you, every inch stretching your cunt open, hot breaths fanning your neck.

Tight.

You were so tight, so sensitive; so inexperienced. Ever since Namjoon found out you were untouched, the thought haunted his each waking moment; and in his dreams, a fear followed, creeping up his bones, infecting all cells until his body felt sick.

What if someone else got to touch you first?

Not a soul, dead or alive deserved that. He's seen you cry over your crushes and eventually exes, seen you open up like a flower, then wither away and die. Boys your age were just that; boys. They didn't know how to take care of themselves, let alone of you. They were fickle leafs fluttering in the wind, and Namjoon was a rock. Always there for you to lean on; the foundation of the very ground he helped you learn to walk on. So, wasn't it only natural he'd be concerned who gets to put their hands on you? Wasn't it only natural he loved you so much all other women paled beside you?

Still, people would never understand; everything between you had to remain a secret. There was nothing wrong with that though. Because Namjoon was your dad and he knew best. Besides, you weren't blood related either, and that seemed like a perfectly valid explanation for why he could do things no real dad could. It seemed reasonable when he'd come into your room and lock the door, hands sneaking under your shirt to wake you up, whispering that he just wanted to see if you were still only his, only daddy's girl.

You never had a father before him, and you didn't really know what that kind of bond was supposed to be like, but you always longed for it. Your mother had a few boyfriends, fleeting relationships that quickly took away your childish hope of ever being the jewel in someone's crown.

And then he came along and changed everything.

That was how you found yourself here, back pressed into his chest under the weight of soft sheets, swallowed by darkness. Simple, routine inspections were not enough anymore; it was not enough to feel you wrapped around his fingers night after night. He just had to be sure no one else took what was his. Had to feel your pretty, virgin cunt struggle to take all of him, mark it with his shape.

He kissed your shoulder, stroking your hand with his thumb in mindless circles.

"Good girl."

Sleepy, and getting quite used to having him inside you, you tried to keep your eyes closed, not react to his words. But you felt yourself clench around his girth, and you knew he felt it too, from the way he moaned into your neck.

"Sorry," you whispered shakily, a wave of heat crawling up your spine.

Namjoon hugged you tighter, the scent of his cologne soothing your senses.

"What are you sorry for, baby?" He asked softly. "Feels nice... to be close. Doesn't it?"

You nodded slowly. Namjoon graced your shoulder with another sweet peck, his lips so warm on your skin.

"Nothing wrong with that, hm?"

He always said that. You couldn't help but feel conflicted; having him like this was so intimate and oddly comforting. On the other hand, though, it left you addicted, desperate for things you knew you shouldn't want. It didn't help how often he reassured you, tempted you with promises that if you ever needed more, all you had to do was ask. It was completely normal for your cute, little hole to clench around daddy's cock like that, he said; it was where he belonged, and your body knew it, too. It was more than okay to play with yourself after he left and think of him.

He kept kissing your face, like all he wanted was for you to know that just as you belonged to him, he always belonged to you. This was your heaven, and nothing else mattered. Your tummy twisted when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you attempted to swallow the lump building in your throat, willed your thighs to stay still.

"My good girl," he breathed, "only daddy's. Right?"

You nodded, too scared to open your mouth and make a sound. You had no idea what would come out if you tried.

Namjoon could read you like an open book, even with his eyes closed — all the more when he was buried so deep inside you. His large palm slid down to your tummy, settling under the cotton of your oversized shirt. The pads of his fingers brushed the swell of your breasts, knocking your heart out of its steady rhythm.

"You're so wet. Is that only for me too?"

You pushed yourself to nod again, only this time that wasn't satisfying enough. Namjoon skimmed the underside of your breast, opening his hand slowly enough to make your head spin. Your pussy clenched, gushing arousal, tummy churning as he finally gripped the soft flesh.

"Say, 'yes, daddy'."

You stifled a whimper, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Yes, daddy."

Another twitch inside you. You forced yourself to remain still and quiet, though Namjoon seemed too lost in you to notice your efforts, too focused on the throbbing of his cock. He squeezed your breast, his palm resting right above your pounding heart.

"And you're daddy's girl. No one else is ever gonna see you or touch you like this, no one else ever has. Right?"

A soft whine fled your lips. It was embarrassing, somehow, to submit yourself like this, so openly and willingly. Yet the craving for his approval, his love and his touch was stronger than any shame, bringing you to nod some more, eyes falling shut.

"Yes, daddy."

The bridge of his nose brushed against your neck tenderly, while his cock kept twitching.

"Good girl."

Once again, the words instantly went to your head - and cunt - they always did. You wanted to keep being good for him, to reach for all the things he oh so kindly gave you permission to take. It was like he was just waiting for you to break, until you had no scruples about the taboo of the situation. Because Namjoon himself was shameless, especially when it came to the things he wanted.

And all he wanted was you.

At last, as always, he settled a warm hand on your hip to slip out of you. You could feel the way your pussy protested, reluctant to let him go, aching pathetically and dribbling out slick.

You could barely breathe. It was difficult not to notice. Namjoon himself was anything but happy knowing he was going to have to go back to bed frustrated, again. It was probably a mixture of that, and his heart stirring at the pitiful sound you made, that broke some of his resolve. He still wanted you to listen to him like the good girl he knew you were, wanted to hear you ask him to touch you, to defile you. But he simply leaned over you, giving his throbbing cock a squeeze. He left another kiss on your cheek, the next words coming out hushed, like another secret.

"I know it hurts, baby... It hurts me too. How about daddy helps you tomorrow? Would that make it go away? Hm? Would that little pussy feel better if I rubbed it for you? Just a small, tiny massage, and then it won't hurt so bad anymore."

You were starting to feel light headed, your lungs heavy, cunt pulsing in response to his suggestion. How sweetly he talked to you, like a dad just taking care of his daughter, made it sound filthier, made your body burn. You opened your mouth to respond — slowly reaching out — little girl finally about to take the hand that has been waiting so patiently for her to grasp it from the darkness of her closet.

"Please, daddy," you uttered quietly, heart beating out of your chest.

Namjoon gave his cock another squeeze, precum dripping down the thick shaft. He needed to get off, but he'd get through one more night of this torture. So that tomorrow, after all this time, he could finally release all the tension while he felt you quiver on his dick. He'd give you months worth of cum, breed you so nice and full; and that's before he'd even get to fuck you. He tried to keep his composure, gave your pretty face more kisses as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Good girl. I love you."

You rubbed your thighs together as soon as you felt him sit up, ready to make his way back to your mother.

"I love you too," you sighed, unable to think straight anymore.

He blew out your candle, then looked down at you, affectionately stroking your hair.

"I know. Sweet dreams, baby."

Maybe he could see into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind; or maybe it was just a precaution. Either way, as much as he loved spoiling you, what kind of father didn't discipline their precious child when needed?

"Don't," he warned softly, ghosting his lips over your temple, "even think about touching yourself tonight. Daddy's gonna help you tomorrow, as much as you want. Be a good girl and wait for me, or I'll get mad. You don't want that, do you, angel?"

You held your breath, shivers crawling down your spine. It felt like for a moment, your heart stopped beating altogether. Finding no courage to look up into his eyes, you simply nodded again, hugging your pillow tighter, as tight as your thighs clenched.

"Good girl."

Hot all over, you watched him close the door and turned, immediately met with his scent lingering on the sheets. How were you supposed to fall asleep now?

At least you weren't alone. Namjoon was asking himself the same question, but he's been patient for so long already. He's waited, and waited, the scent of cherries lingering in the air around him, craving to bite into the sweet fruit, satiate his hunger. The wait would be worth it, he knew. And oh, he'd make sure to make it worth your while, too. All good girls deserved rewards. Especially from their dads.

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Bold Moves

Summary: You decide to slip Ari your panties during an innocent encounter at the public library...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Bird Being Brave, Going Commando, Light Roleplaying, Frisking, Manhandling, Spanking, Ass Slapping, P in V Sex, Implied Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Decided to finish this when I came across it in my drafts. Takes place earlier in Ari and Bird's romantic relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m so glad you pitched me this idea, Marisol.” You beam as you finish writing in your notebook. “I know it’s still early yet, but I would love to collaborate with you for Halloween.”

“Yes!” The younger woman cheers, throwing her arms up in the air. “I knew I picked the right woman.”

“Just I knew they picked the right woman to run the town library.” You throw her a wink before tucking your pad and pen back into your purse. “Now, I hate to cut this meeting short…” Out of habit you press a hand against your belly, silently wishing you’d opted to throw on a pair of spanx this morning instead of a flimsy pair of panties. 

Frankly, you were tired of sucking it in. But every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you looked pretty damn good. Perhaps your confidence was growing after all. 

“But I need to get home and change so I can run by the shop before it gets too late.” You finish, feeling grateful when the sweet librarian sees fit to lead you out of her office.

“Sooo…” The dark-haired woman drags out the word, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you both come around the corner. “Word on the street is that you’ve been seeing a lot of Detective Levinson lately. Everything good, I hope?”

 “What do you mean?” You respond, willing your pulse to remain steady. “Everything’s fine. He just…likes for me to call him whenever something new pops up about Martin. That’s all.”

And whenever you lock up in the evening. And when you make it home. And then again to decide if he’s coming to your place for the night. Or, if you’re already on the back roads heading to his. 

It was all so fun and exciting. But at the same time, it was just sex. Amazing sex, mind you. But just sex all the same.    

Instead of responding immediately, Marisol simply chooses to link her arm through yours. “Mm. While I haven’t lived here long, I’ve already learned how much this town loves gossip.” She muses. “Which is why I try to fly under the radar at all times.”

“Uh huh.” You give her a gentle nudge. “Even when it comes to a certain Officer Milton?”

“Shh! We do no not speak that man’s name in this house!”

“Why not?”

“Because I feel like he always goes out of his way to just…be around. He’s like a puppy. I do not have time for puppies, chica. I’m too busy building a career amongst the books.”

“Well sugar, I suppose you might wanna tell him that.”

“Ay, but that would involve making conversation. Something I also do not have time for because–”

“Because he’s standing over there by the door, talking to our favorite resident detective.” You interrupt with a giggle, prompting the other woman to drop your arm in a flourish before racing off back in the direction of her office before squeaking out “you never saw me” - leaving you alone. 

You allow yourself to stand there for another moment, content with watching the two men talk. While both were easy on the eyes, you were only interested in one of them. Glancing down at your outfit, you once again reassure yourself that you’re looking pretty damned good. 

And then – just that fast – an idea strikes you.

Refusing to overthink what it was you were about to do, you discreetly make your way into the ladies room. After checking to make sure you were alone, you slip into a stall. Reaching underneath your skirt, you slide your lacy black panties down your thighs before stepping out of them. 

Biting your lip, you tuck the small scrap of fabric into your pocket. Once you’re finished, you go to leave. But not before stopping long enough to refresh your lip gloss and fluff your curls. And then you’re out the door.

Hopefully you’d be able to catch the handsome bounty hunter before he left.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s right where you saw him last – near the front of the library still talking to Milton. As you near the two, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to pull this off without making an absolute fool of yourself. 

But first you’d have to find a way to get rid of Officer Milton without making your intentions obvious. And then it hits you. While it might be wrong, it was officially time to pawn him off on your favorite new friend.

Marisol.

“Good afternoon, Officer Milton.” You chirp as you sidle forward, politely interrupting their conversation. “Detective Levinson.” Of course you’re immediately met with smiles from both men. 

“Well get a load a’ you.” Milton gives a playful whistle once he gets a good look at your business attire. “Lookin’ sharp, darlin. Goin’ somewhere special?”

“Actually, I just came from a meeting down at the bank.” You tell them, smoothing your hands along your gray pencil skirt. 

“Ahh.” The officer nods. “Fingers crossed all went well.”

“It did. Thank you.” Delicately clearing your throat, you make a show of glancing around before directing your complete attention to the young officer in front of you. “While I hate to interrupt you two when you’re hard at work, I think Marisol might need you.”

“She does?” The man immediately perks up, vaguely reminding you of your neighbor’s golden retriever. 

“Yep.” You wince inwardly, hating yourself for lying. “Not sure what it’s about, but I think she’s somewhere in the back.” 

Just like that, a switch has been flipped and Officer Milton is off on the hunt for a sweet little librarian who most certainly did not need him. Fingers crossed she would catch the hint and just go with it. 

And now you’re alone with the one man with the power to leave you breathless. You were constantly left tied up in knots around this man. But today it was finally time you turned the tables on this guy. 

“How’s the manhunt going, Detective? Any new leads?”

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss this part of my investigation with you, Miss.” He says, flashing you a rather charming smile. “But if you hear from our guy Martin anytime soon, be sure to give me a call.”

“Of course.” You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “Well, I’d best be goin’ now.”

“Be safe gettin’ home.” 

“Same to you. Detective.”

And then, without sparing him so much as a warning glance, you discreetly remove your panties from their hiding spot and slip them into the back pocket of his jeans. To his credit, Ari doesn’t move a muscle. Instead he continues to stare straight ahead, his gaze never wavering.  

Head held high, you manage to make it all the way to your car before collapsing in a fit of nervous laughter. While you wished you could’ve seen his face, you know deep down that you were better off running off the way you had.  

Maybe he’d call you tonight and maybe he wouldn’t. But all that mattered is that you’d mustered up enough confidence to make some bold moves this afternoon, which by all accounts made you a bad bitch.

Later That Same Evening…

It’s been hours since you pulled that stunt with Ari, but as luck would have it, you still had yet to hear from him. Not that you were worried or anything. In fact, if you had to choose an emotion, you were more disappointed than anything else.

While you’d long since abandoned your high heels by your front door, you were still wearing the outfit you’d worn to the bank. You’d simply been too excited to go by the shop so you’d decided to remain closed for the day.

Heaving a sigh as you rise from the couch, you’re in the middle of debating whether or not it’s worth trying to cobble together something for dinner when you hear the sound of your doorbell. Confused, you go to reach for your phone, only to frown when you see there’s nothing from the one man you wanted to hear from most.

The bell chimes again, prompting you to get a move on. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” You mumble, stretching your arms above your head. Opening the door, you’re treated to the sight of a large man standing on your porch with his hands in his pocket, his official badge prominently displayed on his hip. 

Hello, Detective Ari Levinson. 

“Evening, Miss. Apologies for bothering you so late.” 

“Why hello, Detective. Somethin’ I can help you with?” You do your best to keep your tone light while you wait for him to explain himself.

“Sure hope so. Got a report about someone engaging in some inappropriate behavior.” He informs you, barely concealing his smirk as he leans his big body against the porch railing.

“Is that right?”

“Fraid so.” He nods solemnly. “In fact, I actually found a trail of evidence that led me right here to your front door.”

“I…well, there has to be some mistake.” You protest, your hand flying to your chest. 

“Huh.” Ari sucks on his teeth as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small scrap of lacy black fabric. “Then you wouldn’t happen to know who these belong to, would you?”

Your eyes go wide at the sight of your panties dangling from one thick index finger. 

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, but they’re certainly not mine.” You sniff haughtily. “I’ve never seen those before in my life.”

“Now, Miss.” He gently chastises, taking another step towards you, invading your space. “Perhaps I should warn you that it’s a crime to lie to a member of law enforcement.” Instead of responding you simply fold your arms across your heaving bosom. 

The nerve of this man, thinking he had the right to question you like this right out in the open. Honestly, what would your neighbors think? The scandal!

“You know what? I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna need to search the premises.” The bounty hunter moves to enter your home, only to growl when your hand stops him short. “It’s also a felony to impede an official investigation.” Ari grunts, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“And I'm thinkin’ I'm gonna need to see a warrant first, Detective.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his eyes darken - his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. 

“I’m sure a good girl like you ain’t got nothin’ to hide.” Ari rasps, leaning in so that his mouth now hovers a mere inch above your ear. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” You respond, sounding a little more breathless than you’d like.

“Unless there’s something in there you don’t want me to find?”

“I don’t have anything to hide.” Blowing out a breath you decide to give the man what he wants, if only to see what comes next

“Not sure I believe you, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” You concede. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you come in for a quick look. But you’ve gotta be fast.” You tell him, poking him in the shoulder before turning to lead him into your home. “Because I’m expecting company any minute and we don’t need an audience.”

“We’ll see.”

Your pulse kicks up when you hear Ari shut the door behind you, followed by the quiet snick of the lock. Guess that meant he thought he was staying awhile. Just as you open your mouth to protest, you’re caught off guard when he brushes by you, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne. 

“I’m not sure what you’re on, Detective.” You say, shooting him your fiercest glare. Meanwhile, this man responds with his most lethal grin. “But I’m giving you five minutes to figure it out before I–” 

“You know, Miss, I didn’t wanna ask you this outside. Especially given the already delicate nature of this investigation. But do you happen to be wearing any panties?”

“Excuse me?!” His question has your mouth falling open, your cheeks burning hot with outrage.

“Answer the question.” His eyes track your every movement as you slowly back away in the direction of the stairs. “Because every good girl I know puts on a pair of panties before leaving the house for the day.”

“Goodnight, Detective Levinson.” You hiss before turning and taking the stairs two by two. “Please see yourself out before I’m forced to call your supervisor.”

Your words are met with silence. And it’s not until you reach the edge of your bedroom that you hear him moving – up the same stairs you’d just scaled only seconds before. You can hardly suppress a shiver as the heady thrum of anticipation courses through you. 

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart.” Ari growls softly as his impressive form fills your doorway, effectively blocking your only exit. “But I’m not through with my investigation.” It’s a struggle to ignore just how good he looks taking up space in your bedroom like this. 

“I want you to leave.”

“Oh, I will. As soon as I’m finished.” He takes a step towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he does. “But first, I’m gonna need you to turn and place your hands on the wall.”

“I–I will do no such thing!” Comes your almost breathless reply. “I’m not a criminal.”

“Hm.” Ari cocks his head, his magnetic blue eyes leering at your much smaller, curvier frame. “But you are a suspect.” In less than a fraction of a second, this man is now standing in front of you. “And it would be rather reckless of me if I didn’t pat you down.” One large hand curls itself around your bicep before gently leading to a nearby wall. “You should know that I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to following protocol.” 

Blood roaring in your ears, you place both of your hands on the cool surface. Taking a deep breath, you can’t help but jump when he kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs even wider, granting him better access.

“I’m gonna report you.” Unfortunately for you, your flimsy threat does nothing to deter him.

Your eyes fall shut when you feel two large, warm hands glide their way up and down your arms. It feels as tempting as it does comforting. He repeats the action twice more, almost as if he’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security. 

Next, those wandering hands are stroking along your sides, greedily following the path of your curves. And then you feel him bury his nose in the crook of your neck. It’s impossible to miss his soft groan as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Now I’ve gotta ask you, little Bird.” He hums, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. “Do you have anything on you that could stab, stick, or poke me?” 

“N-no.” 

God, you were so fucking wet right now it’s embarrassing. And you can’t stop the moan that catches in your throat when his sensual ministrations move to your breasts – cupping, massaging, and kneading. He lewdly palms them through your blouse, this thumps paying extra attention to your hardened nipples. Your back arches of its own accord as he continues to play with your body.

And there’s a part of you that hates yourself for the way he makes you respond.  

“Hm. So far so good, baby. Proud of you for keeping your hands where I can see ‘em.” Now his hands are skimming down your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt. His warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “But now it’s time for the big question.” Ari begins inching your skirt higher and higher. “And don’t you dare lie to me. Are you–”

“This ain’t right, Detective!” You protest, protectively clenching your thighs together. However, your words only make him chuckle. “Pretty sure this is an illegal search and seizure.”

“As a member of law enforcement, I would have to respectfully disagree with you.” He says at the same time as he grinds himself against you, his massive erection pressing into your lower back. “It’s my job to keep the community safe. And to deal with naughty girls who go around handing out their unmentionables to strangers.” Your skirt inches even higher now, stopping just short of revealing your dripping cunt. 

“And what do you know?” He purrs, holding you still as his hand dips between your thighs, cupping your most intimate flesh. “Looks like we’ve got a little liar on our hands. Don’t we?”

“Don’t. We.” The renewed authority in his tone makes your pussy quiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And how should we handle liars, sweetheart? Hm?” Your knees go weak when you feel two thick fingers spear their way through your messy folds, lightly strumming over your clit. “What should we do with you?”

“....I…don’t know….”

His deep chuckle has you squirming in his hold, your hips bucking as he continues to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive nub.  

“Tell you what. You and I are about to have a serious conversation about what happens to pretty young ladies who can’t seem to tell the truth. Even when it’s in their best interest. What do ya say?”

“Y–yes, Sir.” You moan as your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, sparks of pleasure dancing behind your eyes. “Whatever you want – I’ll be so, sooo good!”

Thirty Minutes Later…

“Why the fuck you keep runnin’, baby?” Ari growls, smacking your bottom hard. “Yeah, get that juicy ass back here. Love watchin’ those cheeks bounce.”

The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, spilling out into the hall as Ari drives into you over and over again with his impressive cock. 

He’d been hard for hours before he ever showed up on your doorstep. Frankly, he’d lost count of how many times he’d paused throughout the day to bring your panties to his nose. It was like he couldn’t seem to get enough of how good you smelled. But he also knew that wouldn’t be enough.

He needed to taste you. Needed your unique, earthy flavor on his tongue. 

Thankfully, he had no doubt that he’d have time to eat the fuck out of your sweet pussy later. After he was finished fucking you into oblivion for being such bad girl. Who would’ve guessed his little Bird had it in her to be so deliciously naughty?

Meanwhile, you’re too busy sobbing into a pillow to be proud of yourself right now, your hands fisting the sheets while your man exacts his revenge on your body. At this rate, you’d already cum twice. And here you were already roaring along to orgasm number three. 

Fuck, this man was a goddamned menace!

Your desperate cries grow louder as Ari picks up his pace, forcing you to clench around him as you finally resort to begging.

“Please, Ari!” You wail when he lifts your hips higher before adjusting the angle of his strokes. “I–ooh God–M’so close!”

“Oh yeah?” He snarls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Then let me see you work for it.” A sharp hiss escapes when his heavy palm comes down on your ass again, this time smacking both cheeks without so much as missing a beat. “This is how bad girls get punished.” You tense when he delivers yet another blow. “They’ve gotta work for their pleasure.”

“I’m sorry–wooh God!” Your voice comes out raw, bordering on hoarse.       

“That’s it, baby. Yeah, there we go.” He gifts you with another slap, earning a sharp yelp from you. “Yeah, throw it back like you love it.”

After an afternoon of being bad, there’s nothing you want more than to be good for this man. You wanted to please him. Make him happy. If only so he never stopped touching you. And you were trying – honest to God, you were.

But it was all too good. Too much. 

“Just know, everytime you run, I’m gonna drag that sweet ass right back.” Ari renews his punishing grip on your hips, holding you up even as your sweat slicked body starts to give out. “Now cum for me one more time so I can finally stop takin’ it easy on you, pretty Bird.”

END

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› A TASTE

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Three strikes, two times Chris didn’t lean into the temptation and one time you both let go your deepest desires after you got into a fight with your boyfriend Matt, Chris’ brother.

warnings: soft dom!Chris, smut, a little angst, pet names, use of y/n, swearing, cheating (why would you do that?), use of drugs, making out, unprotected sex (don’t be silly), choking, toxic relationship, masturbating, oral sex (female receiving), praise kink and fingering.

word count: 4k

a/n: If you checked that I haven't posted for like a month, no you didn't.

01.

Your relationship with Matt has gotten worse during the past two months, he will get angry out of nowhere throw a tantrum over you, and ignore your texts for the rest of the day or even the entire week.

ME

Fuck you, I fucking hate you, Matt.

The last text you sent to Matt and yet he hasn’t even replied to it. You hated him, you hated the fact that you couldn’t even break up with him because you were too attached to him.

Too attached to the idea of him being fixable, of being the version that he could be back again. The version of him that you fell in love with the first time you laid eyes on him.

The blunt on your hand wasn’t making this job of ‘forgetting’ your boyfriend any easier, it made things easier to cope, sure but it wasn’t doing what you needed to.

Move on.

Forget him.

Looking at yourself in the mirror across your room, you can see the traces of smoke flying away from your mouth, the dim light of the moon making those remarkable. The smell of weed intoxicates your lungs and senses, that sweet sound of being in a pool underwater filling your ears delicately.

You picked up your phone once more and yet no answer from him, the frustration getting more and more annoying for your fatigued brain. “Fuck…” You muttered as you placed the joint between your lips and inhaled a long puff of it.

Looking back at the ceiling, an idea came out of nowhere. Well, not out of nowhere since you've done this a couple of times so that Matt can notice you and forgive you for whatever nonsense he got mad for.

An idea that always worked but you hated.

Being closer to the mirror across the floor, sitting on the cold floor as your phone flashes to your figure revealing a white laced lingerie set on you, your thighs, hips, and waist being three things that are prominent from your body.

Looking at the photos that you took, you decided to send those to your boyfriend waiting for a response, you even added a small caption saying ‘Let me make it up to you.’

As soon as you sent those pictures, a notification popped up on your phone, and you eagerly checked if Matt answered.

And that's when you felt your blood pressure descend at an incredible pace when you opened to check.

CHRIS

Shit

Y/N????

I think you sent it to the wrong triplet, baby.

ME

Shit

Sorry Chris, I thought I sent it to Matt

CHRIS

Not answering you again?

ME

yeah…

CHRIS

He’s been in a mood tonight, so.

But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll text you in the morning

Btw

Wanna join me tomorrow night for a quick smoke?

Bought the good stuff yesterday.

ME

Sounds good, count me in xx.

Even though your best friend didn't make this situation such a big deal, it felt like that for you. What if he tells Matt and twists the entire story? What if Matt ignores you for the rest of your life? The paranoia consumed you, eating you alive, biting your nails you send the pictures to Matt, double checking if you are sending this time to the right triplet.

You place your phone on the bedside table next to you, staring at the ceiling again.

What if you didn’t want to send those to Matt? What if something deep down in you wanted to be seen by someone else?

Someone who will give you the attention that you crave?

02.

The headboard bangs against the wall, your moans filling Matt’s ears making his cock twitch inside you each time he thrust deep back inside you. Meanwhile, you were cock drunk after coming like two times already, you could barely say a word other than just emitting sounds every time Matt pounded relentlessly abusing your red, swollen cunt.

Drool pooling over the pillow underneath your face, you could feel the strands of hair sticking to the corners of your face “F-fuck b-baby…” You panted letting your head fall once again against the pillow and closing your eyes as Matt came to his thrill. His thrusts became sloppier within seconds and his grip on your hips got tighter.

You felt the burning sensation once again on your lower stomach indicating that you were also close to your own high, you squelched your walls around his shaft gaining a groan from him. “Cum for me.” He demanded sneaking a hand into your throat and gripping it delicately while his other hand gripped your ass before giving it a hard smack making you squeal.

Not even a split second after the knot in your stomach snaps and you release, your juices covering Matt’s dick, and some spilled over his bed making a big mess between the both of you.

The sweet sound of wet skin slapping skin is like music to your ears, the warm feeling of Matt being deep inside your pussy makes you salivate even more than you already were.

Your mind was fuzzy from the sensitivity of Matt abusing your cervix, you barely noticed when his load shot into your insides, painting your walls with his hot seed.

The noise was too much, the moans were uncontrollably loud and the massive boner Chris had was killing him slowly. As he was lying flat on his back staring blankly at the ceiling while he waited for the noises to stop.

He could feel his dick begging for being touched, for some sort of contact with anything. The only running thought wandering through his mind was you and only you.

He wanted to feel your lips against his, those soft lips that he could remember very well every time you wrapped them around the joints that you both shared once in a while. He could imagine how those lips must feel around his cock, how he could make you moan ten times harder than his brother ever could.

Fuck.

‘I’m so fucked for thinking this way.’ He thought to himself.

But he can’t help it.

Sneaking painfully slow his hand through his clothed dick he could feel his precum spurt all over his tip and inner thighs, the contact of his cold fingers against the base of his arousal as soon as he cupped his hand around it, his pace was slow and careful until he heard the most intense moan coming out from upstairs he has ever heard his entire life causing him to fasten up his speed with his hand.

The groans and whimpers that were slipping out of his mouth were uncontrollably loud but he couldn’t give two fucks about it, he didn't care if you could hear him or Matt, he needed it, he needed you deep inside him feeling your tight walls wrapping around his shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“mm- Y/N” He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his head falling backward as his hand edged him to his release, his heartbeat increasing incredibly fast as his hand moved up and down, his thumb running circles on the tip.

A slight burning sensation hit on Chris’ lower stomach causing him to clench his jaw as he felt his release. His hot seed leaked all over his hand. His chest heavily moving up and down as he removes his hand from his sensitive cock, his mind all fuzzy from the ecstasy that he just got.

He was so fucked up.

03.

“So this is the reason you’ve been treating me like shit for days?!” You spat sourly at Matt whose tears were all over his eyes. You’ve been staying over for the past three days and you thought things got better between you and Matt.

Seems like it was all an act to cover his lies, his disgusting lies. “I’m sorry…you have no idea of how I’ve been feeling the last couple weeks….” He replied wiping his tears away.

“No, no, no, no you don’t get to pull the victim card on me! I’m sick of your bullshit, we’ve been fighting for months just because you felt guilty for fucking another girl?” Your voice cracked each time you jumped back into the subject.

You knew Matt was a total idiot but not the kind of idiot to cheat on you.

Not the kind of idiot to blame it on the alcohol, not the kind of idiot to do something wrong twice or even a third time, not the kind of idiot to treat people like shit just because of repressed feelings.

“She didn’t mean anything to me! I know I was fucked up for pulling this shit but I regret it, so bad and I’m sorry.” His voice also cracked, the tears breaming down his cheeks, he looked genuinely hurt, and that made this more fucked up than it already was.

You shook your head, the rage was more intoxicating than anything “If she didn’t mean anything to you, you wouldn’t have done it three times and even worse blamed it on the fucking alcohol!” You shouted as your index finger pointed at him moving it up and down repeatedly when each sentence came out of your mouth.

“I know, I know I’m fucked up, alright? But this mistake doesn’t mean that we have to end things.” He said, the stuttering of his voice getting worse every time he watched your reaction.

“You’re so fucked up, Matt. You’re fucking unbelievable, we’re over.” You said sternly, walking out of the room, you felt your hands trembling the anxiety devouring your mind and body, your heart pounding as if it was going to explode any second, your blood pressure descending incredibly fast, your breath hitching each time the tears warned to advert from your eyes.

The thoughts on your mind got interrupted by something or someone abruptly stopping your steps, you look up to see Chris murmuring a curse and picking up something from the floor. Looking back at you, his face shifted to an annoyed expression from a worried one. “Y/N? Baby, what's wrong?” He asked, his hand gently resting on your shoulder now while his thumb caressed it.

That's when you can't handle your emotions anymore, the tears rolling down your cheeks as if you had a waterfall coming out from you, instantly his arms wrap around you rubbing your back gently as his voice soothes you, “Shhh, everything is going to be alright, sweetheart.” He murmured as he placed a soft kiss on your head, the tears kept falling at a slow pace now, gaining puffiness in your under eyes.

“Why don't we go to my room so you can relax? Hm?” He asked pulling back from you as his arms still wrapped around you, his fingers now brushing delicately the strands of hair that attached to your cheeks, your vision blurry from the tears that kept falling continuously.

The dynamic between you and Chris has always been something else, hanging out with Chris made you feel different than hanging out with Matt and Nick, it felt like you two were made to understand each other without the need to communicate, it was as if he could read your mind and you could read his mind and it was a connection that Matt never liked.

Either the fact that he always accused you that someday you might cheat on him with his brother or the fact that he could never get that kind of bond with you, maybe that was the reason he cheated on you or maybe he just wanted to take those repressed feelings on another girl's pussy.

But at this point, you didn't care at all, the joint that Chris was carrying when he saw you a few minutes ago was having its effects on you and you never felt more relaxed than you were right now, “So let me get this shit straight, he just admitted that he was fucking someone else and he expected that you forgave him?” Chris retorted taking a large puff from the perfectly rolled cherry-flavored joint he had between his index and middle finger.

You replied with a nod as Chris let the smoke out of his lungs a small trail of it escaping from his lips, you had to admit he looked a little too good when you both were smoking, it was a scenario that you couldn't describe at all. He passed you the joint as you took a long puff, letting the effects relax your thoughts.

Chris scoffed before speaking “Matt can be my brother and everything but I've seen the way he treats you, the kid is an asshole and doesn't deserve someone as beautiful as you.” His eyes bore into yours for a moment before taking the joint off your hand to give another puff to it.

Beautiful?

You couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth and it seemed that neither did he because the puff that he took almost got him choking out, the coughs escaping uncontrollably from his mouth as he was trying to search for his water bottle.

You giggled a little seeing the way he chugged the bottle at an amazing pace as he held back the coughs that warned to get out of his mouth, “Are you okay?” You asked as you tried to hide the sheepish smile from your face.

“Yeah, it’s just—” Chris interrupted himself to take another gulp from the bottle, “I took a long ass puff and my lungs were at the edge of collapsing.” You both cracked up, the weed kicking in incredibly fast, the sensation of being high washing you over once again.

“What we were even talking about?” He was the first to talk after a hot minute of laughter between the both of you, “I’m not sure, but I can remember very well that you said that I’m beautiful.” You teased him as you took the joint out of his hand and inhaled more of the content of it.

He rubbed his eyes before looking down, the pink tint on his cheeks started popping out, “Don’t do this to me.” He babbled nervously while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Do what?” You retorted playfully as you got closer to him, the sound of the wheels of the chair you were sitting on echoing in the space, you grabbed his chin softly lifting it so his eyes could meet yours once again, the blue hue losing up a bit by his dilated pupils.

“This, whatever this is. Don't do it.” He spat out, his tone a bit resentful as he expected to sound, his eyes shifting to your lips, his pursing in a thin line, that sensation that he had just a few nights ago, that thought coming back to him, the thought of your sweet lips against his, the thought of your moans making his crotch twitch against his sweatpants.

He needed you and as far as this seems you needed him too.

Something in common that can be easily done.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you, he was eager to taste your lips for ages and it drove him crazy. He placed his hand right above your jaw, his thumb caressing your jugular vein that felt like it was going to explode any second, electric waves of adrenaline going down his spine. You gave him easy access for his tongue to slide into your mouth, and the clicking sound between kisses flooded your ears. Your hands flew to his hair grabbing a handful of it, messing it up as his hands moved to roam over your body; the kiss getting sloppier, and your breaths heaving by the amount of time this had been going on.

Chris began to attack your neck, trailing wet kisses around it as he lowered them further getting to your lower stomach, his eyes scanning every faction of your face, on the other side was a load of nerves.

What if Matt finds out?

Cheating on him wasn't a good way to get on his nerves, not even when it came to cheating with someone as close as his brother. And neither it was a good idea to fuck him while you were still wearing one of Matt’s shirts, his favorite one.

But this felt right, felt like it was meant to be.

However, you couldn't help but feel the guilt wash you over, “Chris, we shouldn't…” You spat out, your face contorted into a worried expression.

He kept playing with the hem of the black shirt, his eyes lingering from your eyes to your thighs “Why now?” His voice was deep now, a smirk showing off as clear as the crystal on his face.

You couldn't help but feel soaked to his response, your words coming out sloppier “Because I’m your brother’s girlfriend…” You replied nervously, he just scoffed softly the air hitting your legs delicately.

He looked at you before lifting your oversized shirt and spreading your legs wide open taking the sight of your soaking wet pussy, “Ex-girlfriend, baby.” He kisses your thighs, getting closer to where you need him most. “Do you think he deserves to taste you after what he did?” He kept getting higher and higher, his fingers grazing the waistband of your panties before pulling them down harshly.

He tsks before articulating his last sentence, “Now it's my turn to have a taste.” His mouth now making contact with your wet folds, his tongue trailing along your slick before sucking it, your head rolled back resting on the headrest as you let out the loudest moans you've ever had, your hand instantly gripping onto his hair as Chris kept devouring you.

Groans leaving his mouth, the vibrations cursing through your insides making the knot inside you get tight each time his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub. “F-fuck.” you panted, your tongue being dry from the amount of pleasure you feeling at this moment.

Chris’ fingers make contact with your entrance, his index and middle fingers sliding deep inside you as his tongue keeps working on your nub hungrily. Pornographic moans came out of you as soon as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot of yours.

While you were ecstatic about the number of sensations you were having right now, Chris was enjoying the sight of you completely melting for his touch, his deprived touch, the way his tongue and fingers were driving you insane, and it was only making him harder and harder through his pants.

This was the moment he was waiting for his whole life, the moment where he could make you moan ten times louder than his brother ever could, the moment where he could claim you, the moment where he could make you feel good for the first time.

The moment when he gets to taste you, to see all of you.

Your walls clench on his fingers, the burning sensation in your stomach ready to snap any second as Chris works his way to make you cum for the first time in the night.

“Mmm—, y’like that?” He whispered as he pulled away, his other hand reaching out to rub your clit now as he kept fingering you, his tongue going back to trace circles.

You hummed in response, letting out a curse before the knot snapped, your juices dripping all over his face, a proud smirk smeared all over his face as he licked every single drop of your sweet liquid. Your chest heavily moved up and down as you tried to regain your composure, the grip that you had on his hair loosening up.

“You taste even better than I could ever imagine.” He said, sliding his fingers out of you a popping sound as he did so, and you squeezed your thighs by the sensitivity of the aftermath.

Chris leans to kiss you once again, this time it is rougher than the previous one, you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your hand places now on his hard-on, palming it through his sweats as you try to pull them down.

His hand stops you, pulling back to whisper in your ear, “You wanna fuck me? Hm?” He said, his tone dominant yet soft and caring.

You nodded desperately smashing your lips against his once again, his hands traveling to your waist as he picked you up and pushed you down to his bed, climbing on top of you in the process.

He signals you to take off Matt’s shirt and you don't even hesitate to think about it leaving the shirt tossed somewhere around the room, Chris' mouth moving to suck on your right tit and use his hand to draw circles on your left nipple, your back arching from the new sensation you've got.

You reached for his hoodie pulling it out of him as he helped you through the process, throwing it somewhere in the room as he kept working on your tits, his mouth switching sides to stimulate your nipples well enough.

There it was, once again that wave of pleasure hit your nerves once again.

Chris removes his sweatpants along with his boxers, his hardened dick hitting his happy trail as he did so, his tip now grazing against your swollen cunt making you flinch at the sensitiveness of your previous release.

He picked up one of your legs and rested it on his shoulder, the tip now making contact with your entrance sliding in slowly, his hand stroking your leg in the process.

His pace was slow and steady at the start, waiting for you to adjust to his size fully. You must admit that he was bigger than Matt and it felt ten times better than it has ever felt with his brother.

His pace picked up quickly, and his tip was now abusing your cervix sweetly, his cock was now pumping in and out of you at an ungodly pace, this angle that Chris had you on makes you see stars.

The moans coming out of you echo through the whole room, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as Chris keeps thrusting in and out of you harshly, the sensation in your lower stomach returning faster than it did before.

Chris on the other hand was kissing your leg, his mind all fuzzy from your tight pussy, he could cum right there and right now but he knew that wouldn’t be the best timing ever. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so well.” He whispered gently, his thrusts still going harshly.

You started to scream out loud his name, his hand went to your mouth to lower the screams “We can't let Matt hear, do we?” He said, the well-known knot getting tight, your mind was foggy from the raw ecstasy you were experiencing right now.

“So so close.” He groaned feeling your walls clench around his shaft his release getting closer.

That's when you felt the knot snap once again, a squeal escaping from your lips as your juices coated his dick, the overstimulation hitting as soon as Chris kept pumping in and out, tears forming in your eyes.

“Where do you want it?” He moaned as he looked down at you, his hand that was situated in your mouth slipping out to pick up a faster pace to reach for his high.

“Mmm-, inside.” You babbled, feeling his cock twitching inside you and then his hot liquid filling you up. Before he pulled out he gave a few slow thrusts, collapsing beside you on the bed as you both tried to catch your breaths.

Chris moved closer, cuddling with you now as he stroked your hair gently, “You did so well.” He kept whispering praises at you, causing you to smile slightly.

“We should get you cleaned up, baby.” He mutters giving your shoulder a peck before he walks into the bathroom to pick up a towel returning to you as he cleans your inner thighs.

“Thank you.” You whispered at him before you shifted into your sleep.

a/n: Was this a good comeback y’all? Bc I hope so, I’ve been reading a few requests and I promise I’ll be working on them soon! I rather do a good job writing each request instead of uploading trashy stuff (quality over quantity). Btw, I’ve been asked to write a third part for Brutal but tbh I don’t feel like writing anymore about Brutal, just lmk if you guys think it’s worth it to write a third and FINAL part of Brutal. BYEEE LOVE YALL (we’re so close to 500 wtf)

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[yourstardarling]

Astrology Observations: Fire Signs🔥

Think of fire placements as the heat bringers. The fire signs are filled with passion and a lot of raw energy. People with these placements can be seen as extroverts even when they themselves don’t identify with that notion. It’s cause they have an inner confidence within themselves that just exudes out.

🐏 I low key consider having an Aries Moon to be a debilitating placement. It’s mainly because Aries Moons had to learn to be emotionally independent and nurture themselves from a very young age. With the Mars influence, there’s often times a lot of conflict faced within family dynamics. A love hate relationship with family, they are the main ones that know how to get under their skin. Also, emotions are often times heightened and felt throughout the entire body. One moment it feels like we feel everything and then the next moment we’re back to normal.

🦁As bright as Leo risings are, they oftentimes carry a lot of inner insecurities. With Scorpio in the 4th house their home life was one of intensity and emotional trauma. Their family background is oftentimes something they rather not talk about, keeping it hidden from the public view. Leo Risings are the reason why I'll always hype up for Leo's to shine, because they have been in the dark for far too long.

🐴Mars In Sagittarius will go far and beyond when it comes to conflict. They're anger can become excessive and they will do the most to prove their point. That's why they'll oftentimes prefer to stay funny and optimistic so that they don't get pushed to their limit.

🐏Aries Placements aren’t always out to fight you. The thing about them is, they are always on guard. Think of them as knights ready to protect their castle from enemies. It’s more defensive than offensive. As soon as they feel like something threatens them, they will immediately address it. Once they’ve analyzed the situation, they can then decide whether to back off or go to war. It’s what separates them from Scorpio who don’t address things immediately, but let it simmer before striking.

🦁 Leo Suns are the most Leo placements, since they are literally the embodiment of the Sun. That is why most Leo Suns rep their sign so hard. They have a lot of pride about being a Leo and will not be afraid to let everyone know that. Also, a lot of them tend to have Lion Tattoos or an obsession with lions. May have loved the Lion king a lot more than other people, that movie was literally made for them. It’s really hard to not see a Leo Sun shine, the spotlight is always on them whether they like it or not. Unless the Sun falls in the 12th.

🐴Sagittarius Risings carry somewhat of a god complex within themselves. The sign is all about faith, so they hold strong beliefs about who they are and what they represent. They benefit a lot by finding a spiritual path that is individualistic to them. Even if they may not believe in God, they will always believe in themselves. This oftentimes works in their favor as I see they get away with things most people could not.

🐏Aries love to win, wherever you have Aries in your chart shows where you like to be a winner. It’s the go getting attitude that this placement brings to strive for victory. They are trailblazers, but if they see the trail not blazing, they are very quick to move on to the next endeavor. It’s cause the energy of Aries is short burst, it’s like an explosion and then it subsides to then explode again.

🦁Leo naturally shows us where we shine in our charts. It’s where we hold a lot of pride in ourselves for being good at something. This is our talents and the thing that makes us stand out. We can oftentimes become egotistical in this area of our lives, thinking we know what’s best. That is why Leo’s oftentimes get that egotistical criticism. However, Leo teaches us that we should be proud of our achievements and not allow others to dim our light. It’s important to have a humble heart, but also knowing your worth at the same time.

🐴Sagittarius is where we have good aim. We are often very lucky in this area of our lives. It is our lightning bolt and what we can often depend on to give us hope. The energy of Sagittarius is very expansive so the possibilities are endless with this sign. However, the Jupiterian nature makes most Sagittarius face the issue of excess. It’s important for them to redirect their aim and figure out where are they even heading. This is the mutable nature of Sag, always having to change the course of direction they are moving to. Sometimes the adventurous nature is not even something they choose to do, but have to in order to not be wandering around for no reason.

Each of the fire signs are really good at bringing attention to themselves. They are master storytellers because we have to remember they sit opposite the air signs. While the air signs tell stories about other people, the fire signs center the stories around themselves:

Aries placements are very open and honest about the hardships in their lives. They will tell you about the battles they have gone through and oftentimes glaze over issues like it wasn’t that serious. It’s because that experience in their lives is already over, so all they can do is move on. Meanwhile your over here looking at them like damn. Stories often involve them being the first to do something and how they triumphed over a situation they had.

Leo placements will reel you in with the theatrics. They will emphasize certain parts of the story to keep you entertained. It can be overly dramatized in order to get positive attention towards them. After all, Leo rules over the theater so these stories they tell about themselves have to be larger than life. As long as they gain positive feedback and make others feel good, they don’t care if they have to tweak some aspects of the story.

Sagitaurius placements will tell you stories about their adventures. Specifically stories involving their misadventures and how they ended up in bad situations. They hilariously look back upon these issues they face and usually it’s so unimaginable that it makes other people laugh. Someway somehow, they always manage to get back on their feet and things work out in their favor in the end. Situations that occur to these folks are always unique to them fr.

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Also, this just my personal opinion Jesus was an Aries and had an Aries Rising. Hear me out. The whole lamb of God thing he had going on fits the signs association with lambs and rams. Baby lambs are born during the springtime, and Aries season begins the spring equinox. Jesus is the sacrificial lamb. In that sense, Aries is the first sacrifice and the sacrificial lamb that begins the zodiac cycle. All other signs are the followers/disciples of Aries. He’s God’s one and only son, because we only have one Sun. Aries is the exaltation of the Sun meaning that is where it’s at its full power. Don’t crucify me in the comments y'all this is just my speculation. I just don’t see Jesus as a Capricorn. Also, this man had to be real bold in order to tell the Roman’s and Rabbis to their face that their actions were wrong. That boldness just had to come from an Aries.

Anyways that is all.

- your Star Darling

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Having the attention of Oberyn

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Oberyn being clingy

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Vipers were notorious creatures; quick, deadly, and adept hunters who'd strike and catch their prey before the poor creature even realized its intentions. They were beautiful with scales that glimmered under direct sunlight, smooth to the touch as they slithered against the skin, entrancing with their beauty and charm. The Red Viper was perhaps the most deadly with his ability to dance on the line between a vicious warrior and a dutiful lover. 

But alas, even with their sweet words and gentle touches, one always had to be careful of growing attached to a viper.

With the sun beginning to rise over the dunes in the east and chasing night away with its light, (Y/N) similarly went with the shadows. He moved quietly, managing to untangle himself from the prince without waking him and collecting the clothes Oberyn had haphazardly tossed around his room. Mindful of the crinkling of the clothes, he slipped them back on and spared the sleeping prince one last glance, ensuring his chest continued its steady rise and fall and his eyes remained closed. 

It was not uncommon for figures to be seen coming and going from the bedchambers of the prince, ladies and men alike slipping away for whatever reason after spending a night with Oberyn. Servants barely batted an eye at him when he stepped out into the halls, merely smiling and murmuring greetings before continuing down the halls. (Y/N) could only return the knowing smiles as he returned to his room, finding relief in the fact his elder brother remained in Starfall, although the whispers would no doubt reach him in no time. Those who resided in Sunspear or even in the shadow city sitting at the feet of the castle knew of Oberyn's infatuation with him, how he frequently courted and flirted but was left brushed aside. A game of chase they both equally enjoyed.

"And so you've finally fallen into his jaws," A husky voice purred right as he reached the doors of his bedchambers, hardly needing much else to identify who the voice belonged to. He pushed his door open and turned to face the heiress of Sunspear with the hint of a grin on his lips. "It was only a matter of time. Shame, though," Arianne batted her long lashes, slim fingers toying coyly with one of her dark curls. "I hoped to catch you first." 

"I'm not one of your little knights, Ari." (Y/N) replied, chuckling when her lips formed an exaggerated pout. "Nor am I my cousin."

"You most certainly are not." She laughed, crossing the distance swiftly and tossing her arms around him, purposefully pressing up against him and making use of the sheer silks she so often enjoyed wearing. With her shorter structure, she had to tilt her head up to look at him as she did with everyone else, flashing another smile. "You are much more interesting than Gerold. But alas, I love my uncle, and I will not steal his catch unless he decides to share." 

"Run along then, Ari." (Y/N) gave a small eye-roll, listening to her laugh echo down the hall when she retreated, the purple skirt of her dress flowing freely behind her. 

Once the sun rose and stepped out of hiding, (Y/N) knew it'd only be a matter of time before Oberyn would be on the prowl again, no doubt more determined to find him once he realized he'd snuck out of bed. He kept himself on the move, visiting his usual spots but only lingering long enough for a servant or courtier to be able to point Oberyn in the right direction.

It'd always been fun; pretending as if he wasn't fully aware he was being hunted down by the Red Viper. It'd started as youths when his parents had brought him to Sunspear, back when his siblings, Arthur and Ashara, as well as Elia Martell, were still living and breathing. (Y/N) had never given in to the prince, but he supposed Oberyn had caught him in a better mood than usual.

(Y/N) peeked over his shoulder, his footsteps light and quick while he walked, gingerly plucking a plum from one of the trays once he confirmed he was in the clear. He stepped forward toward the railings overlooking the gardens, searching for any sign of Oberyn or one of his Sand Snakes who'd no doubt betray him in exchange for helping their father. He bit into the plum, tasting the tart flavor from the skin and then a sweetness. He considered heading to the Water Gardens but right as the thought crossed his mind, arms wrapped around him from behind and caged him against the railing.

"Little Star," Oberyn's familiar voice murmured in his ear, lips brushing over his earlobe before dipping to kiss the base of his neck. (Y/N) tried biting back a smile. "You left too soon. There was more fun to be had."

"Was there? I thought that perhaps you'd be... too tired." (Y/N) replied teasingly, taking another bite of the plum before Oberyn spun him around to be chest to chest. His dark eyes narrowed playfully yet he planted a chaste kiss between (Y/N)'s brows. "A man of your age needs much rest, no?"

"You say that as if you're Arianne's age." Oberyn huffed, palms moving to run along (Y/N)'s hips and back with a familiar spark igniting in his eyes. He glanced at the bitten fruit in his hand and arched a questioning brow, the corner of his lips twitching upward when (Y/N) offered the rest to him. Instead of plucking the fruit from his hand, Oberyn swooped in to kiss him, tongue darting between his lips. (Y/N) couldn't help the muffled laugh that escaped him, his hand lightly shoving Oberyn's shoulder and breaking the kiss. 

"I should have known." (Y/N) allowed himself to melt into Oberyn's arms when he brushed their noses together despite knowing fully well how enchanting the Red Viper's eyes were. 

"Come," Oberyn tugged on his hips and kissed the corner of his lips. "You must make this morning's escape up to me, Little Star."

[ronearoundblindly]

Ohhh Valentine's who would! Who would write you a love letter/ be your secret admirer?

eee, so cute! (Warnings for language because Lloyd is on this list all the time.)

James Mace

Though he keeps them basic, simple, short and sweet, Mace absolutely writes love notes. If you aren't already dating, he'd be the deepest of secret admirers, meaning you would get lovely gifts and things but never know who he was. Mace strikes me as the "hopelessly in love with his best friend" type. He's around to make sure his gifts are appreciated, stops if they aren't, and also escalates if you seem super interested 🥰.

Curtis Everett

Definitely a secret-admirer type but not really a letter writer. Curtis also keeps it simple. He prefers 'gifts' that make your day easier, so he coordinates more tedious tasks be done (if you work together) or does stuff like pay for your drink ahead of you in line at the café. Little things like that rather than deliveries of chocolates and flowers.

Jimmy Dobyne

Old school and old fashioned, Jimmy will write you the occasional letter. It's meaningful but not gushy. He's honest about how happy you make him and descriptive of your best times together. Every so often flowers or candy don't seem like enough, usually after hard times or big events. Valentine's as a holiday...doesn't really count.

Johnny Storm

Nah. If he likes you, you'll know, and if he can just text or call, he ain't writing shit on paper.

Jake Jensen

Digitally? Yes, tons of notes. Bunch of AI/deepfake videos of animals or famous people professing how much he loves you. Most of them are funnier than hell, several have brought you to tears, and I would not put it past him to sneak an intro to a marriage proposal in one...

Lloyd Hansen

He takes great pride in making all the little cards on gifts horrible. "So you smell better" on the perfume he buys you, "eat me and like it" on the chocolates, and, of course, "don't be fucking late" on the dinner invite. On the back it also says "wear something slutty."

Ari Levinson

No letters, sorry. Snail mail reminds him of deployment so he'd rather not. Ari did enough secretive stuff in the military, too, so he'll just openly admire you, thanks.

Ransom Drysdale

He tried once.

He then had to clean up an overflowing bin of wasted papers from shit drafts, and he's never fucking doing that again. He'll take you shopping. Problem solved.

Andy Barber

The only love letters/notes he's written have been in apology for having to miss a date or special occasion due to work. Sorry. I know that sucks, but overall, you'd also rather he spend time actually with you whenever possible instead of running around buying cards and writing notes.

Steve Rogers

They start as letters but end up half full of doodles. One of Steve's favorite subjects to sketch from memory is your profile. Your smile comes in at a close second.

Bucky Barnes

Would so much rather spend the time and effort with you, but if he has to be away (and he can find enough space for himself to quietly focus on it) then he'll write you. Though he's not as well-read or eloquent as Steve, Bucky has the advantage of being slightly dorkier and (deliberately) funnier. His love letters are sweet, spicy, and often hilarious.

Thank you for asking!

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[sl-vega]

0.2; abandonment issues personified

project: love liason! - a scaramouche smau

scaramouche:

childe's childhood best friend and former next door neighbour

moved around a lot as a kid before getting taken in by his aunt due to his mother always being away on business trips

mona's academic rival, saw her as a nuisance before recently developing feelings for her (not that he'd ever admit it.)

was childe's neighbour up until they were sixth grade and scara's aunt passed away, so he ended up moving abroad to live with his mother

doesn't say it out loud, but he's grateful that childe did whatever he could to keep in touch with scara while he was living overseas

moved back just in time for freshman year of highschool

has a pet gecko that his aunt gave him before she died, he named him durin

only uses durin as his pfps

childe:

real name is ajax but childe was more of an inside joke/nickname that way too many people caught on to

guy of many talents, and part of many extracurricular activities around campus

essentially a walking wallet for the rest of the group due to his family having many connections

doesn't mind paying for everyone and that is frequently abused

albedo:

albedo is basically that one cousin/friend that your parents always compare you to

honour roll, member of the student council, as well as the science and art club, not to mention a trusted tutor

sometimes people who have crushes on him fail tests on purpose just on the off chance that they can get him as a tutor

venti and childe thinks it's funny af but he got pretty annoyed by it after a while

his block list on all his platforms are mainly made up of people who pretended to be failing just to get his attention

poor guy doesn't gaf about their grades he just wants some alone time

venti:

drunk without alcohol friend

chronic band kid, frequently tries to convince new students to join any of the band courses

always mooches off of childe whenever the rest of the group goes out

met scara after childe introduced them to each other during a school dance that everyone was forced to attend

heizou:

the FBI friend of scara's group

just like navia he knows everything about everyone, except he actually charges people for his services

has a questionable search history at best

a SHIT ton of burner accounts on all his social media platforms for "research purposes"

has blackmailed a teacher into giving him an extension once

kazuha:

recently transferred midway through sophomore year

knew scara while he was living overseas and fate brought them together again

the actual dad of the group regardless of what childe claims

works part time at his local book store and is a MAJOR literature and poetry nerd

is part of several book clubs with a bunch of sweet old women

additional notes:

profiles are finished and done!

taglist is still open so just lmk if you want to be added <3

𝜗𝜚 SYNOPSIS: you're head over heels in love with childe, and scaramouche is (begrudingly) smitten with his "rival" mona. and, by sheer divine coincidence, you both happen to be the best friends of each other's objects of affection, so you strike a deal with each other. if scaramouche helps you ask out childe, you'll set him up with mona. so with the annual spring formal right around the corner, the two of you vow to be each other's wingmans so you can end your junior year on a high note (and maybe even kick off your senior year with a new relationship!). between, scheming, planning, and researching, you and scaramouche find yourselves developing a new relationship via helping each other out. now the real question is whether this friendship will remain as a pure platonic bond, or blossom into something more?

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[hwnglx]

do u think a lot of male idols are quite similar to hyunjin where they arent as loyal as you would assume they would be? I can think of a few but without knowing them personally I can only assume that they have a much different side of them that we dont see or know for some time.

well the interesting thing here is, there's definitely plenty of male idols who do not live up to their on cam persona and play around behind the scenes. however, so far according to my impression, pretty often it turned out to be the ones who you don't necessarily expect it from right away lol.

hyunjin is a pisces venus (conjuncting his sun) with an impulsive and oftentimes selfish aries mars, he literally craves romance, affection and validation, and can therefore look for it in anyone. he can struggle finding true fulfillment because for him, the spark of his connections often just fades so quickly.

this side of him striked me oddly similar to mingyu actually. hyunjin is just way more pronounced and open in his softness, it's crazy how he can go back and forth from being the softest dude in the room, to being the most dominant. he himself seems to feel conflicted by these two clashing ways of his, the people around him evidently too.

then we have someone like jungkook, who everyone perceives and expects to be this “idgaf about women” player who fucks around. but my impression so far has always been that he's much more considerate, polite and loyal than people think. then there's someone like jake, who's often pretty obvious in his enjoyment of the physical encounters lmao, but actually puts a lot of importance into remaining committed once he finds the person he's in love with.

just goes to show again, what we see of idols rarely reflects what they're truly like behind closed doors. we're essentially judging a book by its cover.

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Astrology of the Week

“Eclipsed” by Misty

✨Monday, March 24th: Sun conjunct Mercury Retrograde (Rx)

This Mercury retrograde period brings a lot of re-evaluations regarding the ideas we want to bring to life, potentially even old ideas that we previously let fall to the wayside. The sun meets up with Mercury, revitalizing our minds with a fresh burst of solar power. Old concepts and conversations can now be looked at from a fresh new perspective.

✨Tuesday, March 25th: Mercury Rx sextile Pluto

As Mercury continues retracing its steps, it goes back to this aspect we last experienced on March 5th. After this enlightenment from yesterday, Pluto adds some focus-power to our minds. We’ll be wanting to get to the root of things today.

✨Thursday, March 27th: Venus Rx enters Pisces & Venus conjunct Neptune

With Venus in Aries, love is a battlefield. Now, Venus retraces its steps back into Pisces, where love becomes more of a fairytale —especially with Neptune coming into play. This feels like the make-up period after a fight with someone you love, when things can once again feel dreamy and cuddly. This is a great time to engage your sense of fantasy, especially when it comes to artistry.

✨Saturday, March 29th: Solar Eclipse in Aries & Mercury Rx enters Pisces

This day marks the last of the eclipses in the Aries/Libra cycle. Since 2023, we have been on a collective journey learning lessons about self vs. other, autonomy vs. dependence, and self-assertion vs. people pleasing. This has been a time of mastering the art of balancing our authentic selves within our interpersonal relationships. Solar eclipses are super-charged new moons to set us on new paths. It’s time to take all of these relational lessons into our next chapter.

Mercury retrograde entering Pisces this same day grants a wonderful opportunity for processing —maybe even mentally escaping— any of the eclipse craziness we’ve experienced this month. This will be a good day for reflecting and reconnecting to your oneness within.

✨Sunday, March 30th: Neptune enters Aries

We are experiencing important outer planet ingresses this year that mark the start of a new era. Neptune —the planet of dreams, illusion, and confusion— spends around 14 years in one sign, and for the last 14 years it was lost swimming with the fish. Today, it enters the sign of the pioneer, the warrior, and leader. The art of astrological prediction requires looking at the past in order to look to the future. The last time Neptune was in Aries was from 1861 - 1875, when we saw:

✨The American Civil War

✨The abolition of slavery in America

✨The invention of dynamite

✨Completion of the first transcontinental railroad

✨The start of the 2nd Industrial Revolution

This is the start of a deeper story unfolding when it comes to the illusion of leadership, and the illusion of the self-made person. This also speaks to the dream of striking out on one’s own in pursuit of freedom and autonomy. These next 8 months will be a taste of what’s to come for the next 14 years, as Neptune makes one final dip into the waters of Pisces later this year.

Book a reading

[maybe-ody]

God Games

(Warrior! Penelope au)

A/N: Sorry for any misspelling.

Warnings: Violence

Aries knew he wasn’t the favorite out of the children. He knew there was a chance that Zeus wouldn’t listen… But he had to try to save Penelope.

Aries breaths in and out stepping out approaching Zeus. Zeus scowls at his son approaching him.

What could the boy want that is so important that he had to come me? Zeus thinks to himself.

Aries sallows hard and speaks. “Father, God King, rarely do I ask for favors. Now, I'm knocking on your door with hopes to save a friendship, with one who's a prisoner far from home… Penelope.”

Zeus grins and chuckles a bit, “Divine intervention, is that what you seek? To untie apprehensions that were placed on that Greek? You are playing with thunder for a woman full of shame, but if she’s worth the risk of going under…”

Aries stays quiet and listens to Zeus speak. “Why not make it a game? Convince each of them that she ought to be released. And I'll release her.”

Aries asks almost dreadfully. “Who's them?”

Zeus stretches out his hand as he makes certain Gods appear. “Apollo… Hephaestus…”

Crap Hephaestus… Aries thought to himself.

“Aphrodite, Athena. Hera or me.”

Great Hera, another parent who hates me. But I can’t back down. Aries thinks to himself.

Zeus smugly smiles as Aries. “What do you say?”

Reluctantly everyone agreed. Aries smiles cockily and also agreed. As he convinces one God after another. Nothing awkward was between Aries and Hephaestus. Which was good.

It all seemed to be smooth sailing ahead. But as it got to Hera. He thought this would be difficult. He was wrong. It was far from difficult, it was insane. Aries had to dance battle his own mother.

“Never once she has cheated on her husband.” Aries says.

There was a pause and Hera turned to him. “Release her.”

Now it was time to approach his father once again. He can feel the tension in the air. Standing tall he looks to Zeus.

“I've played your game and won, release him.”

Zeus is furious at this point. He began to summon thunder near him. “You dare to defy me, to make me feel shame? No one beats me, no one wins my game!!”

Zeus makes a thunder bolt in his hands ready to strike Aries with it. “Thunder, bring her through the wringer! Show her I'm the judgement call The one who makes her kingdom fall!”

He throws it striking Aries with the thunderbolt. The Gods step back scared and worried. All was silent until Athena spoke up

“Is he dead?”

Aries remembers back to when Penelope was young and hand him her son to hold. Suddenly of the thick dust, he emerges unscathed. He starts up the stairs to Zeus.

As Zeus keeps hurling thunder at his son. Finally Aries at the Zeus’s feet. Weekly, Aries grabs Zeus’s ankle. The poor man is bloody and his armor broken. Zeus pauses his eyes widen. Still holding the thunder bolt in his hand.

“Let her go, please… Let her go.”

Aries let’s go of Zeus’s ankle as he falls unconscious. Zeus standing over the son he despise so much…

But did Aries deserve this…? Zeus felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He bend down and picks up his unconscious son and start to head to the infirmary…

[cevansbrat0007]

A Friend in the Dark Part II

Summary: After receiving an unexpected call from you in the middle of the night, Ari's not going to let anything stop him from getting to you. But will he make it in time? Takes place directly after the events in A Friend in the Dark: Part I.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, References to Home Invasion, Scared Reader, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to my creative consultant, @curls-and-eyeliner, who helped me come up with the opening. Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari Levinson’s P.O.V.

Although it feels like hours, it’s really only a matter of minutes before Ari finds himself pulling onto your street. Not wanting to call attention to himself, he immediately kills his headlights before throwing his truck into neutral, quietly gliding down the block. 

He already knows which home is yours – the one with the rose bushes out front. Stopping a couple houses down, the bounty hunter swiftly exits his vehicle. After triple-checking the gun in his waistband, he knows it’s time to make his way to you. 

Ari moves with lethal grace, his corded muscles tense and ready to strike should an enemy make the mistake of crossing his path. As he gets closer, he spots Milton’s cruiser parked a ways down the street.

Perfect.

The burly lawman tosses a brief glance over his shoulder, just to make sure he isn’t being followed – the last thing he needed was someone sneaking up behind him. A blow to the back of the head could be deadly, even for someone as big as him. 

He does a swift scan of your front yard, noting that nothing appears out of place. Holding his breath, Ari tunes his ears to the silence, quieting the sound of his own heartbeat as he wills his military instincts to take over. During his brief conversation with you, you’d said that the intruder had been at your back door.

Which meant that was exactly where he needed to be. Heaven help the fucker if he was dumb enough to still be there, scaring the shit out of his girl. 

He draws his gun and dispenses the safety, holding it low with both hands as he stealthily makes his way around the side of your house. It was time to confront whoever was out there, hiding in the dark like a coward. 

“Gotchu, motherfucker!” He barks, aiming his weapon in the air. 

Except there’s nobody there. 

Although he’s surprised, he remains on high alert. Keeping his head on a swivel, he slowly climbs the steps leading to your back porch. He takes a moment to examine the door, smoothing his fingers along the cracked, splintered wood. The frame itself is also bent and hopelessly warped.

It didn’t take an expert to see that someone had indeed been here at one point. Most likely trying to kick the damned thing down. The whole thing appeared to be hanging on by a thread as it was.

“Shit.” Ari hisses under his breath. Raking an agitated hand through his hair, he pulls out his phone and dials your number once again. “C’mon, baby. Answer the fucking phone for me.”

Why the fuck weren’t you picking up? Had the intruder managed to make their way inside some other way? Ice fills his veins at the prospect of someone holding you captive inside. Scaring you. Hurting you. 

If that something happened to you because he hadn’t gotten here fast enough, Ari would never be able to forgive himself. 

And just where the fuck was Milton? Out in the woods somewhere holding his dick?

At that moment, Ari makes a snap decision. He was determined to get into that house. Frankly, he’d already wasted enough time out here hemming and hawing as it was. Taking a step back and leveling the door with the most powerful kick he can muster, sending it flying open with a loud thunk. 

Taking no time to celebrate, the bounty hunter goes to make his way inside only to duck when he notices an object come flying at his head at the last second. Thankfully, it connects with the door frame instead of his skull.

Your P.O.V.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” You screech, swinging your bat wildly at the large figure that just tried to break their way into your home. “I’m crazy and I’ll kill you! Lord, help me, I’ll do it!” You continue swinging, attempting to keep the intruder at bay on your front porch until help arrives. 

“Wait – stop!” The intruder pleads, throwing up a hand in the dark as his weapon goes flying. 

“I’ve called the cops, you pig-fuckin’ bastard.” You spit, raising your Louisville Slugger high. They’re on their way and –”

“Goddamn it, baby!” Ari roars, scrambling away from the assault. “It’s me! I am the cops!”

That’s enough to knock the wind out of your sails almost immediately. Blood roaring in your ears, you belatedly realize that you’d almost just turned the very man who came to rescue you into a frickin’ vegetable. 

“Ari?” You whisper, finally allowing the bat to fall limply at your feet. “Oh…oh God.”

For a brief moment, all you can do is stare at each other. You, relieved to see him here. Him, relieved to see you unhurt. And it’s only as that feeling of relief begins to settle in is that you begin to shake. Covering your mouth with trembling hands, you watch the bounty hunter stand and collect his gun, before turning on the safety and tucking it back into the security of his jeans. 

“Hey there, sweetheart.” 

You don’t think. Don’t question. Instead you just launch yourself into his arms, praying that he’ll catch you.

Of course he does.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” He growls after a beat, pulling away to assess you for injuries. His large, warm hands make quick work of checking you out before gently cupping your face. “Huh? Why the fuck did you go quiet on me like that?”

You rest your smaller hands atop his as Ari brushes a feather-light kiss along your brow. His big body feels so tense beneath your touch. He’s wrapped so tightly, you’re almost certain he’s bound to go off at any moment. 

“I…” You swallow thickly as you will yourself to stop shaking. “I was trying to use the element of surprise. I took my phone with me but…when he started really trying to bust down the door I knew I had to do something, so I –”

“FREEZE!” A new voice yells, taking you both by surprise. Your bounty hunter immediately spins on his heel, pushing you behind him to protect you from view. 

Fucking Milton had finally arrived. A day late and a dollar short. 

“Jesus Christ, asshole.” Ari snarls, briefly raising his hands in the air long enough for the officer to recognize the fact that there was no discernable threat. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Got held up on the way here. I’ll, uh, tell you about it later, Levinson.” Is all he says, holstering his weapon. “You okay there, darlin?”

Later he would pull the lawman aside and let him know that someone had tried to hold him up. Make it difficult for him to get here as fast as the situation had warranted. It wasn’t quite suspicious, but still odd nevertheless. 

“She’s fine.” Ari answers on your behalf, circling a possessive arm around your waist. “Fine as can be, anyway.” He continues when you nod at his side. “Almost took my head off with a baseball bat before you got here.”

“Well, I reckon I wouldn’t expect anything less from one of The Creek’s champion softball players.” Milton responds with a tired grin, his hand coming up to massage the back of his neck. “How bad’s the damage to the door?”

“Eh…” Your bounty hunter attempts to shoo you inside with a guiding hand. “Whoever our guy is did a pretty good job damn near kicking the thing off the hinges. I just finished the job. I just wanna get her indoors so we can – wait.”

Ari stops cold, his entire body going stiff as if he’d only just realized something. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning to face him, briefly halting his attempts to move you along. 

“You said you just got here?” You know the question is meant solely for Milton. 

“Yeah.” The officer responds, clearly perplexed by where Ari seems to be going with this. “Why?”

“Baby, you ain’t wearin’ nothing’ but a gown and slippers.” He murmurs, his lips hovering just above your ear. “Stop fightin’ me and go inside where it’s warm. Please.”

It’s an order, that much you can tell. But as much as you want to protest, you decide to do as you’re bid, leaving the two lawmen alone. 

Just this once.

“Good girl.” He praises you, still keeping his voice low even as his words warm your belly. “We’ll be along in a moment.”

Ari’s P.O.V.

“What’s up, Levinson?” Milton tries again once you’re safely out of earshot. 

“When I pulled in, there was a cruiser already parked halfway down the block. Assumed it was you and kept it moving.” 

“That’s awful strange.”

“I know.” Ari grunts, hands on his hips. “Did you call this out over the radio?”

“Well, yeah.” The officer shrugs as he wracks his brain for more details. “But nobody responded. Figured it would just be me and you and that would be enough.”

“Well, clearly someone else heard it.” Your bounty hunter snaps. “You didn’t see anyone when you pulled up? They weren’t still parked there?”

“No.” Milton scrubs a hand along his jaw. “I came the opposite way you did. Only saw your truck.” Turning on his flashlight he flashes it towards the woods beckoning along the edge of your property. “And did you see anyone trying to break-in when you got here?”

“No. But the damage was already done.”

“Think you chased ‘em off?”

“Maybe.” Ari murmurs, his tone rife with suspicion. “But I doubt it. Somethin’ tells me the fucker dipped before I even stepped foot on the lawn.” 

“Fucking. Awesome.” The officer blows out a tired breath. Turning off his flashlight, he lightly claps the other man on the shoulder. “Look. We ain’t gonna get anywhere with this shit tonight.”

“Yeah.” He drags out the word. “Yeah, I know.” God, he needed a fucking cigarette.

“It’s late. I still need to get her statement. We…we can pick this up in the morning.” 

With nothing else left to say, the confused and frustrated men head for your front porch. Regardless of wherever Milton stood on the subject, Ari vows to get to the bottom of this bullshit. 

But first he wanted – no, he needed – to see to you.

Your P.O.V.

It’s nearly 5:00am before Officer Milton walks out your front door, leaving you alone with the one man who had the power to keep you off balance. Right now the two of you are sitting in your kitchen, each sipping a mug of hot tea with an added splash of whiskey. 

Ari had been quiet for most of your conversation with the young officer, only interjecting where and when he felt it necessary. He’d also fetched you tissues when you started to cry, and even held your hand during the…more harrowing portion of your evening. 

“Thank you.” You tell him, your voice barely above a whisper when you finally break the silence. “For coming tonight.”

He wants to tell you that he’ll always come, whenever you call. But he can’t quite seem to summon up the words. So instead he simply settles on: “You’re welcome.”

“You…you don’t have to stay.”

“I know.” 

But Ari makes no move to get up. He’s not sure he’s capable of it. Not with you sitting here looking every inch the fragile little bird that you are. Now he knew that you, his woman, had two sides.

You were either his firebrand of a Duchess, or his sweet, soft little Bird. But what you didn’t know is that he was absolutely willing and wanting to keep you. Both of you. 

Clearing his throat, your bounty hunter leans back in his chair, his turbulent blue gaze clashing with yours. “You’re gonna need someone to fix that door.” His tone comes off a little more gruff than he intends.

With a sigh, you come to rest your head on your hand. “I’m afraid it’s too early for me to call the insurance company just yet.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

His response catches you completely off guard. You stare back at him with wide eyes, silently wondering how much the whiskey was talking. 

“Sweetheart.” Once again you find your hand encased in the warmth of his, squeezing gently. “It’s gonna take the insurance company days, if not weeks, to handle this. You and I both know you can’t go that long without a proper door.”

“But I still need to report it…” You protest, hating the fact that you can’t get your brain to work as fast as you would like. 

“So do that. But in the meantime, I’ve got a buddy who owes me a favor. I’ll get him and his boys out here and we’ll get you fixed up good and proper.” 

“I can’t afford that.” 

“Did anyone ask you to pay?” He responds, making it known that he had it in him to be just as stubborn as you. Releasing his grip, he scoots away from the table. Standing up, he picks up your mugs before depositing them in the sink. 

“Ari.” While you mean to sound firm, his name comes out more like a whine, making him smile. 

“How about you get on up to bed, hm?” He murmurs when he sees your head start to dip. Now that all that adrenaline had run its course, you were plum exhausted. “I’ll close up down here. Maybe find some tarp to put over that back door until we can get you the real thing.” 

“You’re so bossy.” 

“Hmph.” Ari grunts as he helps you stand. “Afraid it’ll only get worse the more I have to repeat myself.” 

Your sweet, yet incredibly stubborn lawman runs an affectionate hand over your curls. Unable to help yourself, you lean in, burying your face in his chest to inhale his scent. And even though part of you is waiting for him to push you away, you struggle not to melt on the spot when you feel him press a tender kiss on top of your head. 

“Off to bed with you, little Bird.” He rumbles after a minute, knowing this has already gone on longer than it should’ve. “Get a move-on, now.” 

You’re in such a haze that you don’t even bother to call him out over yet another stupid nickname. First Duchess and now this? You were gonna give this handsome jerk a piece of your mind after you got some sleep. Perhaps you’d threaten to peck his eyes out or something…

Leaning on him even as you plot, you don’t balk as he leads you toward the stairs. Nor do you complain when you feel a territorial hand settle on your hip as he guides you to the foot of your bedroom where he watches you climb into bed. And you decide to ignore the way your belly flutters when you hear him calling you his “good girl” one last time. 

END

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[lacunenoire]

✦ AURORA SERAPHINA BLACK

They say when a child is born to the House of Black, the gods toss a coin into the sky — and the stars go quiet, watching. Madness or greatness. Brilliance or ruin. Two sides of the same name. Morgana once said so herself.

Aurora Seraphina Black was born beneath a thunderstorm, in an estate carved into the cliffs above a churning sea near Aix-en-Provence. Lightning rippled across the sky in perfect silence, striking nothing. Rain fell soft and endless, as if the world had slowed to mark her arrival. Inside the manor, the air glowed with quiet magic: steam rising from bowls of charmed milk and vanilla, white lilies suspended mid-bloom in the corners of the room, spellbound gold candlelight reflecting off tall windows slick with rain. The birth was not chaos. It was ritual.

She did not cry when she arrived. She blinked. Her eyes — blue-grey, calm, knowing — took in the world as though she had already seen it once before. Her mother, Evangeline Devereaux-Petrova, held her like a whispered vow. Her father, Regulus Black, said nothing, only brushed a kiss against her temple. They named her Aurora, for the light before light. Seraphina, for the flame that protects and consumes in equal measure.

The next morning, she met her brothers. Atlas, seven, stood beside her bassinet in perfect stillness, studied her face, and nodded — a silent confirmation that something rare had arrived. Aries, four, leaned over the edge and brushed his fingertip along her cheek. She turned toward him, eyes wide, steady. He smiled. Their bond began before words.

The manor she grew up in was built of secrets. Its windows faced the ocean, its stone walls hummed with enchantments, and its mirrors reflected only what they chose to show. The floors did not creak unless they wanted to be heard. Her nursery bloomed lilies all year, white and gold, fed by magic alone. The scent of her room would become part of her legend — ocean air, salt-heavy and clean, layered with rich vanilla and fresh lilies charmed to stay in bloom. You could smell it before you reached the door. The house knew her, and adjusted accordingly.

She lived in ritual. She preferred it that way. Ballet every morning, her slippers fitted and spelled to respond to the rhythm of her body. Breakfasts of powdered teas whisked into warm cream, orchard fruit served in golden bowls. Her robes were pressed by charm, and her gloves adjusted themselves at the wrist. She annotated her textbooks in rose ink, her handwriting pristine. Her hair — straight, jet-black, impossibly glossy — was brushed nightly with enchanted oils and tied with gold-threaded ribbons. Her nails were kept in a permanent state of polished elegance. Her lips gleamed with a magical gloss that deepened in hue depending on the light. Her perfume was never spoken about, but never forgotten. It filled every corridor she passed through, sweet and commanding — storm-warm vanilla layered with musk and amber, bold white florals, and something golden and sharp beneath it all. Even long after she left a room, her presence stayed.

From the very beginning, she was exacting. Never messy, never loud, never less than perfect. Not because she wanted approval — but because she had standards. By three, she was correcting her tutors. By four, she was reordering the manor library by spell type. By five, she had begun crafting sigils into the lining of her gloves. She was born to be exceptional, and she knew it.

And then, her parents vanished.

It was meant to be a short diplomatic trip. Her mother had straightened her collar. Her father had offered the smallest nod. The doors closed behind them, and they were never seen again. No letters. No bodies. No answers. The house held its breath once more.

Walburga Black arrived days later, uninvited, unannounced. The staff went still. The magic in the manor tightened. She wore grey silk and gloves, pearls at her throat, and eyes that judged like scales. She found Aurora standing alone in the music room — barefoot, perfectly brushed, her face unreadable. Walburga studied her. Then stepped forward, took her chin in her gloved hand, and said, calmly and without affection, “A Black does not show weakness, my darling girl.” That was it. No softness. No comfort. Just a standard. Aurora did not cry. She nodded, adjusted her posture, and followed.

When she arrived at Hogwarts, the castle felt older for it. The Sorting Hat grazed her crown and named her Slytherin before anyone could blink. She did not need to make an impression — she was one. Her gloves fit like they had been spelled for her alone. Her wand never stuttered. Her robes held a shine no one else could replicate. She was named Prefect by her fourth year. By her fifth, she was untouchable.

She did everything — and never spoke of it. Dueling league. Magical law symposiums. Charmed ballet. Legacy debate forums. Fashion society. Her essays were studied by older students. Her spellwork was silent, fluid, commanding. She wasn’t the loudest voice in the room. She was the one people waited to speak.

Aurora did not just succeed. She excelled. Quietly. Tactfully. Brilliantly. Not because anyone asked her to — but because failure was never part of the story she was writing. Her excellence was never performative. It was constitutional.

She kept a private life, though eyes followed her wherever she went. A paper began circulating in her third year. No one knew who wrote it. It tracked the Sacred 28, their secrets, their rituals. It never named her. But it watched. Closely. Always. And it never got too close. Because she was not to be touched — only admired from a distance.

She wore her gold necklace every day. Simple. Gleaming. Unclasped only by her. Its enchantment was never confirmed, but everyone knew better than to ask. Some said it was protection. Others said it was inheritance. Only she knew the truth.

Aurora Seraphina Black was not the girl who laughed too loudly or failed too publicly. She was grace made sharp. Silence made sacred. Power made palatable through beauty.

She did not glitter.

She gleamed.

And long after you left the room, she stayed.

[loonarii]

Ari's K-Pop Roundup: April 2024 (NewJeans, IVE, RIIZE, KISS OF LIFE, ARTMS, LOOSSEMBLE, BABYMONSTER + MORE)

check out last months installment here :)

Bubble Gum - NewJeans

With HYBE collapsing in on itself and ADOR being the epicentre of the explosion, a part of me was a little afraid that NewJeans' comeback would take a hit in the quality department. From the first bars of 'Bubblegum' I knew I had been worried for no reason.

'Bubblegum' is an early 2000s synth fueled record with an edge of 80s Japanese citypop. It's groovy, simplistic, and effortless in execution, and while it isn't necessarily an innovation in NewJeans' notoriously trend-setting discography, it's still a welcome addition that capitalizes on the members vocal tones and the group's style beautifully.

The music video is gorgeous, as usual, with it taking notes from the raw, realistic nature of 'Ditto' and the colour-pop confidence of 'Hype Boy'. Danielle looked especially gorgeous in her natural curls, and Hanni's sharp bob is so striking - she looks like an anime heroine, and I love it.

I know we've all heard the phrase 'I think I just made the song of the summer' a little too much these past few years, but I am of the opinion that NewJeans has successfully achieved it with 'Bubblegum' - it's been a whirlwind year so far for me, and something easygoing and chill like this is exactly the energy I will be bringing into the hotter months.

Even though they have made ripples in the kpop industry, it seems nobody can do it quite like NewJeans.

해야 (HEYA) - IVE (IVE SWITCH)

note: i will be covering the rest of the mini album when the m/v for 'accendio' is released next month, so stay tuned :)

Coming off of the mildly contrived 'Baddie' and the shockingly beautiful 'Off The Record' from 2023's 'I'VE MINE' EP, I wasn't sure where I was going to stand with IVE's comeback. Once again, I was pleasantly surprised.

'Heya' is a track with a chorus melody that makes such perfect sense that you are left amazed that nobody has thought of it before - its so easily catchy, and being 100% real, it's been stuck in my head since the m/v teaser. The construction of this song is honestly very impressive (Dem Jointz is the arranger so this is unsurprising), every vocal or instrumental motif pokes it's head in and reappears in an effortlessly perfect way, even the raps aren't jarring, a pitfall many a kpop track have fallen down before.

Functionally, this song is the perfect response to 'Baddie': that playful edge they centred in on in that track is still present here, but IVE have returned back to home base a little more and drawn from that elegant, untouchable concept they built in their iconic debut trilogy. 'Heya' understands the elements that saved 'Baddie' from succumbing to unlistenability, and knows how to use them redirect back to the right track without discarding the lessons learnt entirely.

While I don't think this song has reached 'After LIKE' or 'Love Dive' levels of perfection for me, it's still a super fun song for IVE, and absolutely a step in the right direction.

(final note: does anyone else feel like this song samples 'flashing lights' by kanye west?? does anyone else hear this? like at 45 seconds?? maybe im slowly going insane idk)

Midas Touch - KISS OF LIFE

(check out my breakdown of the historical allusions in the mv here)

Kiss Of Life seems to just know exactly what they are doing, and the music is just getting better and better. The Britney edge and old SNSD flair on this track is right up my street, and all the members just give their all on this song, their talent is so consistently clear.

Their seemingly exponential growth in popularity and success from debut is so well deserved, they are truly setting the standard for the quality of music of the 5th generation; they are proving with every release that kpop does have more to offer, there is more innovation to be made.

My grievances at this release being a single album aside, this was a perfect comeback in my opinion. Congratulations Kiof for graduating nugudom, I can't wait to see what you do next.

Impossible + 9 Days + One Kiss - RIIZE

And just when I thought I would never enjoy a boy group release again, RIIZE dropped 'Impossible'. The audacity to release something as fucking amazing as this like 3 months after 'Love 119' (which i controversially loved)??? Insane.

This track marks SM's latest addition to their arsenal of iconic house bangers, 'Impossible' revitalizes everything that made Shinee's 'View' and f(x)'s '4 Walls' so good for the 2024 music scene. It has that late night BBC Radio 1/love island pop edge to it that I have been yapping about for months, and I am so obsessed. This is how to compete with Somi's 'Fast Forward' for the most british sounding kpop song.

'One Kiss' is a sonic sequel to 'Love 119' - I am just so obsessed with how much they sound like an early 2000s western boy group on tracks like this, they just exude NSYNC energy. '9 Days' is another laidback pop hit, with a little more energy and longevity than 'One Kiss'. The sound of 2024's summer in kpop has clearly been established, and I for one am in favour.

RIIZE being the first boy group to last more than two comebacks on my stan list is really something I didn't see coming, but it's a welcome change.

SHEESH - BABYMONSTER (BABYMONS7ER)

I think babymonster may start to be delegated to the mini review section of these monthly reviews, because I am genuinely struggling to find something likeable within this song. 'Batter Up' at least had a danceability to it, even if it was highly derivative, but 'Sheesh' is just so predictable to me. Even the switch up from the standard YG party final chorus felt formulaic somehow, and the mini album wasn't much better.

Ahyeon is back though, and she proved once and for all that she is absolutely a necessary part of the group - her rap was easily the song's highlight. The performances from this era were genuinely excellent considering what they were working with.

I don't like being a stuck record with groups I just will never enjoy, so I apologize, but discussions around their future releases will be limited going forward, unless they drop something that I actually enjoy.

Pre2: Flower Rhythm + Pre3: Candy Crush- ARTMS (Dall)

There is something about modhaus production that just works for me, and the interpolation of Heejin's 'Algorithm' on 'Flower Rhythm' is a really exciting choice. The verses, post-chorus and bridge are very strong in my opinion, but the chorus itself seems to get a little lost in the sauce. I can see that chorus growing on me however, and the rest of the song is highly enjoyable, very evocative of the yyxy sub-unit.

Haseul's 'Plastic Candy' is one of my favourites from the ARTMS girls' releases, and with it's interpolation in 'Candy Crush' means I am predisposed to be obsessed with this song. It's a little jazzy, a little citypop, and it's the perfect late night summer vibe. This is easily my favourite of the pre releases so far, but the sheer array of styles the girls have demonstrated makes me very excited to see where they go for the title track.

Girls' Night - Loossemble (One Of A Kind)

LOOSEMBLE AND ARTMS RELEASES IN ONE MONTH??? WE WON

Loossemble's 'Sensitive' was pure pop perfection, and the album was just as impressive, so going into 'One Of A Kind' and its title 'Girls' Night' I just knew they were going to deliver.

'Girls' Night' is a classic LOONA type track, a total kaleidoscope of sonic innovation, and it stuns throughout its 3:24 runtime (we love long songs). My girl Yeojin got PINK HAIR, Vivi got a lore update, and Gowon unlocked her irish ancestry - overall a 10/10 in the visuals department. The rest of the album is an actual masterpiece; 'Moonlight' is a banger that caught me off guard by how good it is, 'Boomerang' has an addictive almost hyperpop edge - it's very evocative of Yeppi Yeppi by aespa, or even Paradisin' by Rina Sawayama. 'He Said I Said' plays it a little too safe in the production department in my opinion, and it comes off a slightly childish for them - it's a perfectly enjoyable song, but probably the weakest on the album. 'Truman Show' brings in a more acoustic sound, which builds with the synth to create a truly cinematic feel - it has a ballad vibe, but keeps it on the upbeat side, so if kpop ballads aren't your thing, you still might enjoy this one. 'Starlight' is a perfect album closer, and although it will never be my favourite LOONA song with 'Star' in the title, it's a really beautiful song. This was a really successful album for them, and I can't wait to see what else they bring to the industry.

MINI REVIEWS:

SPOT! - ZICO feat. JENNIE: I was fully prepared to lie and act like this was a masterpiece before I listened because it has my queen jennie in it, but when I actually heard it I was pleasantly surprised with an absolute certified banger. This has that TripleH - 365 Fresh energy that I love, and Jennie's amazing vocals have made me so excited for what shes going to do with her solo work at odd atelier :)

Could It Be + Freak - YUQI ((G)-IDLE): I've never been a huge (G)-IDLE fan, so 'Freak' really wasn't my vibe, but 'Could It Be' had a Sunmi-esque edge that draws me in somehow. Having heard a snippet on TikTok, I also listened to the b-side 'Red Rover', and it's a real standout, make sure to give this one a listen if you only heard 'Freak'.

Blush - woo!ah!: i am in denial thay the official group name is now WOOAH, why are we erasing herstory?? Anyway, 'Blush' really blew me away - this song is so fun, every second is packed with memorable melodies and beautiful production, and that post chorus??? a killer!! SO underrated, if you haven't checked out this song yet this month, be sure to, it's an underrated song that I can see making it high in my yearly ranking.

고민중독 - QWER: Sapphic themes?? in a kpop music video??? with a girl BAND??? yoasobi vibes??? of course i was going to love it! I had never really heard of QWER before this month, but this song is such a banger and the pop rock sound is immaculate - ( @a-moth-to-the-light this feels very much up your street) I will 100% be checking out their discography, and I can easily see these girls making a home on my stan list, this track is truly amazing.

Final Love Song - I-LAND2 Contestants with ROSÉ: This is the kind of kpop song that makes me understand why this genre is so bullied. What are we doing. Rosé sounded good I guess. Moving on.

IMMM - ILY:1: Such an unexpected groovy sound - big Momoland energy. Pretty much everyone is eating up these April releases, even the nugu girlies are bringing it more than usual. I'm slightly worried about the lack of music video or promotions, but this song is really fun, so please go stream and show ILY:1 some love :)

[holylulusworld]

Deadly Kitten (12)

Summary: You’re a deadly kitten. 

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, violence, characters death, blood, stabbing

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 11

Eighteen hours earlier…

“You want us to do what?” Ari crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head and dares anyone to agree on your plan. “No! We won’t use you as bait!”

“I talked to Jensen about this,” you point out. “He will be the guardian angel on my shoulder and watch my every step. Jake won’t leave me out of sight. Lee and Lance will be my shadow. This is the only way to get hold of Hansen.”

“No-!” Andy stands next to Ari. He mirrors Ari, adamant about keeping you safe. “We will find another way, kitten.”

“You’ll not leave the house,” Ransom grabs your face. He rests his forehead against yours, mumbling your name. “We will get them all.”

“We will if we follow my plan.”

“Just listen to her for once. Y/N came up with a great plan,” Jake grunts. “Can you for once act like she’s not some pretty face but a smart woman too? We’ve got a plan, and it’s a good one. We will get them all at once.”

“I won’t let her play bait for Hansen!” Ari raises his voice. “Never.”

“You need to meet up with Rachel. I want you to tell her that you got into a fight with me and that our relationship is falling apart,” you pat Ari’s chest. “I need them to believe that all of you will turn their back on me.”

“Darling, that’s insane,” Andy tries to be the voice of reason once again. “Let us handle this.”

“No! That’s exactly what I don’t want!” You throw your hands up. “Secrets, all those secrets. You kept me in the dark and that’s how Lloyd got close enough to hurt me. I’m part of all of your lives and keeping locked away in a gilded cage won’t save me. I got to be strong and handle things on my own.”

“Y/N will lure Hansen out. If she checks in at one of the hotels in town, using one of the credit cards he undoubtedly keeps tabs on, he’ll fall for our trap,” Lance explains your plan. “We will strike hard and fast.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lee shrugs. He leans against the wall, stuffing one of the taffy you got for him into his mouth. “Boss, we’ve got this. Lance and I are a good team. We will not leave her out of sight. And Jensen will…uh…do his thing.”

“She will be wearing different trackers and I’ll be following her signal all the time,” Jake explains. “Nothing will happen to Y/N.”

“This…no!” Andy throws his hands up. “Are you fucking insane? This will never work. I won’t let Hansen get close to Y/N. Ari, Ransom, we will think of a better plan…”

Your men storm out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“I guess we are on our own then,” Lee points out. “Do you still want to go through with the plan?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we are all in. Hansen must be taken care of.” Lance looks at Jensen. “What about you, nerd?“

Giving Lance the stinky eyes Jensen says, “I was all in the whole time. Now, let’s bring to show on the road.”

“Ah, look at what the cat dragged into my house,” You’d like to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s antics. You press your lips together and try to ignore that your plan went down the drain.

You didn’t expect Lloyd’s men to overwhelm Lee, Lance, and the others keeping an eye on you. “What? Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”

“I just prefer talking to gentlemen, not the likes of you,” Trying to sound confident you hold Lloyd’s gaze. His mustache looks funny to you, but his eyes. Those ice-cold blue orbs tell you that he’s no one to mess with. “Why am I here again?”

“I wanted to know what the fuss is about,” you gasp when he roughly cups the back of your neck. He holds you in a tight grip while his eyes seem to scan every inch of your face. “Hmm…pretty face, but not so special. Maybe it’s what's between your legs that they like so much.”

You grit your teeth. No man ever dared to talk to you like this. And you won’t let Lloyd Hansen do so. 

“I wonder what women see in you,” you look him straight in the eye. Showing strength while facing a stronger opponent is essential. That’s what Ari taught you years ago. “It can’t be the mustache. Right?” 

You hum and place your right hand on his shoulder. “Oh, this is getting interesting,” Lloyd smirks. He believes you will be putty in his hands soon enough. “Abandonment is a hard fate.”

“Maybe it’s what’s between your legs.”

Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. He makes the mistake of dropping his hand from your neck. Lloyd wants to say something, wants to tell you about his dick when the worst pain he ever felt ripples through his crotch.

“What?” He screams as you slide the knife back out only to ram it back into his crotch. Once, twice, and three more times. “You bitch!”

He punches your face to get you off him. Lloyd is bleeding heavily. He stumbles back, hand pressed into his crotch. 

“I bet you didn’t expect me to stab your dick,” you chuckle darkly. “Lee gave me the knife. He helped me hide it in my sleeve.”

“You had an ace up your sleeve, huh?” He laughs, while slowly bleeding out. Lloyd doesn’t fight it. “I never thought a pretty girl would be the death of me…or I hoped one would. I just dreamed of dying while letting a busty bimbo ride my dick…”

His legs give in. He ungracefully drops to the ground. It almost looks like he’s amused as you stand over him, the knife still in your hands.

“They are coming for me…I know they will…”

Now, an abandoned warehouse, …

“Kitten!”

“Darling!”

“Y/N!”

Your men storm into the abandoned house, looking like they fought their way through an endless stream of enemies to get to you. And you guess they did. None of them would leave you to their enemy.

Ransom limps a little. Andy’s face is bloody, and he shelters his left arm. Ari looks like a wild animal. His shirt got ripped open and there is blood all over his jeans and shoes.

“Baby!”

Ari storms toward you. He gasps and drops his gun to cup your face. Ari tilts your head, sniffling as your clothes are soaked with blood. Your left cheek is swollen, and your lip is split. “Baby, we are so sorry.”

“You should see the other guy,” you grin up at Ari. “I gave it to him good. He never stood a chance against a badass kitten.” Ari wraps you in a bear hug. He holds you tightly as Ransom and Andy look at the other guy on the ground.

“She didn’t lie, Ari. Damn,” Ransom whistles. „Kitten got him good!”

“I told you so,” you hide your face in Ari’s chest, sighing deeply. Your heart is still racing, and your legs feel like jelly. While in Lloyd’s hands, you tried to be strong, and not show that you are scared. “I’m a deadly enemy.”

“We should never mess with our girl,” Andy runs his right hand over your head. His hand trembles, and he needs to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“Kitten, you outdid yourself. I’m proud of you,” Ransom watches you relax in Ari’s arms. He squares his jaw as his plan fired back. Three of their men got killed, and Lee and Lance barely made it out alive. And you got kidnapped and had to endure Lloyd Hansen’s presence.

“We are so sorry. We failed you,” Ari buries his face in your neck, almost crushing you against his chest. “I promised to always protect you and let him get his hands on you for a second time.”

“Did you get Rachel and the others? Did my plan work out?” you ask. “Ari, did it work out?” You press on as he doesn’t answer. 

“He got her,” Ransom answers your question. You slowly pull away from Ari, smiling up at him. You stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before you turn your attention toward Ransom. “Kitten…”

“Let me look at you,” you tut. Ari snickers as you look Ransom up and down. You check on him before pecking his lips too. “You’ll live. Now, daddy needs my attention. He looks awful.”

“I’m good, darling. You know I had it worse,” Andy tries to not worry you even more. It’s no use. You’re all over him, touching his injured arm with gentle fingers. “Y/N…”

“Your arm looks like it hurts a lot. What happened?”

“He didn’t watch his back, and someone dislocated his shoulder.” Ransom snickers. “He’s getting old. His reflexes are not the best.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Andy,” you mutter. “How about you tell me if you got that bitch good too!”

Epilogue

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[uncontrolledfission]

The Perseus Constellation

Post #17 in Physics and Astronomy, 03/02/2024

Welcome back,

In spirit of the Percy Jackson series’ first season coming to an end, I figured it was time to share some knowledge about a very famous constellation that you may or may not have heard of, named the Perseus constellation. 

First, it may be appropriate to explain the story of Perseus, the mythical hero. I say this because a lot of the foundations of mathematics and metaphysics come from the work of Greek mathematicians and philosophers, so to explain some of his story is the least I can do to give it some justice.

Perseus, the Greek hero

The King Acrisius of Argos, disappointed in the fact that he didn’t have a son, consulted the Oracle at Delphi. He was warned that he’d be killed by his own grandson, and in fear of his own life, he imprisoned his only daughter, Danaë, in the courtyard of his palace. Despite this, she found herself with child eventually, as a result of Zeus himself falling in love with her. Deciding to visit her in the form of golden rain, she fell pregnant, eventually birthing a baby boy whom she named Perseus.

His most famous story, perhaps, may be the fact he was the one to slay Medusa. Polydectes, the ruler of the island of Seriphos, came to fall in love with Danaë. Perseus deemed him unfit for his mother, and, angry, Polydectes schemed to have Perseus sent away. In short, Perseus didn’t bring the correct gift to a large banquet held by Polydectes, so the former asked him to name any gift, and he’d bring it. The gift named was no other than the head of Medusa.

With the help of Zeus, Hermes, and Athena following a prayer to the gods (or the Hesperides in other versions), he was gifted with various items to help in his quest, like a pair of winged sandals, Hades’ helm of darkness, and Athena’s polished shield. With Athena’s guidance, Perseus was able to slay Medusa and take her head with him in a knapsack.

The final detail in Perseus’ story I find worthy of mention is his marriage. 

Queen Cassiopeia of Aethiopia had once boasted that her daughter, Andromeda, was more beautiful than the Nereids (sea nymphs). This drew the vengeance of Poseidon, who set a upon the land a sea serpent.

Andromeda was tied to a rock on the shore, but Perseus was quick to come along and slay Cetus, the serpent, using the harp given to him by Hermes. Perseus and Andromeda were married soon after, and following her death, Athena hung her among the Perseus and Cassiopeia constellations in the sky.

How romantic.

Perseus’ location, surroundings, and features

Of all the constellations in the sky, Perseus is the 24th largest, occupying an area of approximately 615 square degrees. It’s within the first quadrant of the northern hemisphere, and its neighbouring constellations are Andromeda, as aforementioned, Aries, Cassiopeia, Taurus, and Triangulum. 

There are also two meteor showers associated with Perseus, the Perseids (which should be visible in July-August of this year), and the September Perseids. 

The International Astronomical Union approved of eight names for eight stars within the constellation. They are: Algol, Atik, Berehinya, Menkib, Miram, Mirfak, Misam, and Muspelheim. 

Finding Perseus

Here’s the image from earlier again. Though you may only be seeing a cluster of stars at first, you’ll quickly realise there are some distinct shapes within this, shapes you’ll recognise across all images of the constellation. This image is a ground image found on the Hubble website.

Most notably within the constellation is the shape of a tilted stickman poised to strike, at least that’s how I’m seeing it. 

You can find the full-size image here—it’s beautiful, I couldn’t show it here, since the file size is too large. 

[frailowl]

Chapter Five- In The Blood

cw: mild violence

The castle had a rhythm.

Not one Aris trusted.

But one she’d started to move with.

She woke before the servants—always had. Sleep didn’t cling to her the way it used to. Her body still treated rest like a tactical window. Grab what you can, then move. Never long. Never deep.

Her room stayed untouched overnight. No guards at the door. No footsteps outside. No missing knife.

The first few days, she’d checked every morning.

Now, she didn’t.

Not because she trusted the place.

But because she was tired of expecting knives where there weren’t any.

She dressed quickly, as always—black shirt, reinforced pants, boots laced tight. Knife at her thigh. Just because no one had tried to kill her in a week didn’t mean they wouldn’t start again today.

When she stepped into the hallway, a maid walking past gave her a polite nod.

Aris froze for half a second, blinked, then nodded back.

It felt... wrong.

She didn’t like being seen as normal. It made her skin itch.

This place is fucking weird, she thought.

The halls smelled like beeswax and cedar. The chandeliers above her clicked softly in the breeze from the upper windows. She passed through the library—Daniela’s domain—then down toward the east wing for morning drills. Cassandra said she wanted a rematch.

Aris had no doubt she meant it.

She moved quietly. She always did. But today, no one flinched. No one turned around like they were expecting violence behind them.

That unnerved her more than being feared ever had.

“Too soft,” she muttered under her breath. “Too clean.”

The last time she’d felt anything this calm was two weeks before she’d been captured by Umbrella.

She remembered the taste of beer and cheap cigarettes and blood under her fingernails. The weight of a pistol she hadn’t cleaned in days. The calm before everything turned sideways.

That’s what this felt like.

The calm before.

But she didn’t know what it was before yet.

As she stepped into the courtyard, Cassandra was already waiting—grinning, blades in hand.

Across the second-floor balcony, Bela leaned on the rail, arms folded.

They were watching her like they always did.

But now?

It didn’t feel like they were waiting for her to fail.

It felt like they were waiting for her to show up.

Cassandra was already grinning when Aris stepped into the courtyard.

The younger Dimitrescu spun her sickle once in her hand, the blade catching the early light like a wink.

“You’re late.”

“I’m early. You’re just desperate.”

Cassandra snorted, then tossed Aris a short practice blade—blunt but solid, still capable of breaking bones.

“You bled last time. Let’s make it two for two.”

Aris caught the weapon one-handed and rolled her wrist, testing the balance.

“Careful,” she said, stepping onto the worn sparring stones. “You get too into this and I’ll think you like me.”

“That’s rich, coming from someone who growls in her sleep.”

Aris smirked.

“Only when I’m dreaming about people who talk too much.”

They circled once.

Then Cassandra lunged.

It was fast, cleaner than last time. Aris blocked with a hard upward sweep of her arm, the clang of metal hitting her forearm like a bell. She twisted, slipped out of range, and struck low.

Cassandra dodged, eyes sharp, laughing.

“You’re faster than you look.”

“And you’re exactly as irritating as I expected.”

Bela stood silently above them on the balcony, arms folded, one foot resting on the rail. She said nothing. She watched everything.

The fight escalated fast—no wasted movements. Aris didn’t hold back. Cassandra didn’t ask her to.

Boots skidded on stone. Blades locked and broke. Aris ducked a horizontal strike and planted her shoulder into Cassandra’s chest, sending her staggering back three steps.

Cassandra recovered with a snarl and came back harder.

They moved like predators circling the same kill—fluid, fierce, unspoken understanding in every blow.

At one point, Aris’s blade slipped past Cassandra’s defense and caught her across the ribs. A shallow cut bloomed red against the white of her shirt.

She didn’t flinch.

“You’re getting cocky.”

“I’m getting bored.”

Cassandra surged forward with a flurry of wild strikes—fast, chaotic, too much too quickly. Aris let her overextend, then twisted in close and dropped low.

A sweep.

Cassandra hit the ground hard with a grunt.

Before she could roll away, Aris had her pinned—knee to chest, blade at her throat.

Breath heavy. Hair sticking to her face. One hand still clenched tight.

For a long second, they just stared at each other.

Cassandra grinned, panting.

“Fuck.”

Aris raised a brow. “That’s your surrender?”

“That’s my fuck, I didn’t think you’d actually win.”

Aris snorted and stepped back, offering her a hand.

Cassandra took it.

“Next time,” she muttered, brushing herself off.

“That’s what you said last time.”

As Cassandra collected her sickle and wiped blood from her chin, Aris glanced up at the balcony.

Bela hadn’t moved.

But her gaze met Aris’s.

And for the first time—

She nodded.

It was late when Aris returned to her room.

Her arm ached from blocking Cassandra’s last strike, and her ribs were sore from where she'd caught a wild elbow to the side. Nothing broken. Nothing she couldn’t walk off.

She stepped inside, unbuckling her boots as the fire crackled low in the grate.

And then—

A knock.

Soft. Barely there.

Too light to be a guard.

Too polite to be Cassandra.

Aris opened the door.

Daniela stood there with a book pressed to her chest and a hopeful look in her eyes.

“I brought you something.”

Aris raised a brow. “Not another poetry collection with everyone dying in the last page?”

Daniela grinned. “This one has a dog that lives.”

“Damn. Guess I have to read it now.”

Daniela slipped inside without being asked. She moved with her usual energy—quick, but quiet. Familiar. Comfortable in a way Aris still didn’t know how to handle.

She dropped onto the chair by the fire and looked up at her expectantly.

“You’re limping.”

“Sparring got messy.”

“You won?”

“Of course I fucking won.”

Daniela laughed, then looked down at the book in her hands.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

Aris arched a brow. “You think I can’t read?”

“I think you look tired.”

That made Aris pause.

Just long enough for Daniela to smile wider and open the book.

“Chapter one,” she said cheerfully, “The wolf with no name.”

Aris sat on the floor beside the chair, one knee up, arms resting loosely across it. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t stop her, either.

Daniela read in a quiet voice, soft and even, the firelight flickering off her curls. It was a story about a wolf who didn’t belong in the woods or the city, who wandered between places and never quite fit into either.

It wasn’t subtle.

Daniela wasn’t subtle.

But Aris listened anyway.

And when Daniela leaned lightly against her shoulder—just for a moment—Aris didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even roll her eyes.

She was used to being alone. But this didn’t feel like a threat. It didn’t feel like a weakness either.

The castle was quiet after dark.

Not the kind of silence Aris had known in labs and cells—there, silence had teeth.

Here, it was velvet.

The halls held the hush of an old place sleeping. Candles burned low. Fireplaces crackled quietly in rooms behind closed doors.

Aris wandered without thinking, barefoot for once, her boots left drying by the hearth in her room. Her steps were nearly silent as she passed through the upper corridor toward the western wing.

Then—music.

Piano. Soft. Minor key.

Not practiced. Not performative.

Just... played.

Aris stopped near the cracked door. No guards. No servants.

She didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

But she didn’t mean to leave, either.

The melody was low and slow—something sorrowful wrapped in silk and smoke. It didn’t demand to be heard. It just existed, like fog, like memory.

Like regret.

She leaned against the doorway and listened.

Inside, Alcina sat at the grand piano, head slightly bowed, long fingers gliding effortlessly over ivory keys, her large form dwarfing the instrument. No sheet music. Just instinct. Muscle memory.

The firelight painted gold into her hair and cast shadows along her back. Her silhouette looked like something sculpted—regal, still, and impossible to ignore.

Aris said nothing.

Did nothing.

Just… stayed.

The music slowed, notes lingering like breath in winter.

Then stopped.

Alcina didn’t turn.

“Are you going to lurk all night?” she asked, voice dry.

Aris smirked faintly.

“Was thinking about it.”

“You’re not subtle.”

“You’re not quiet.”

A pause.

Then: “Come in.”

Aris stepped through the doorway and leaned her shoulder against the wall just inside. She didn’t sit. Not yet.

“Didn’t know you played.”

“You never asked.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“They don’t hear it the way you do.”

Aris tilted her head. “And how do I hear it?”

Alcina finally turned to look at her, one brow raised.

“Like someone who knows what loneliness sounds like.”

Aris didn’t flinch.

Didn’t deflect.

Not this time.

“Guess it takes one to hear one.”

Alcina rose from the bench, tall and deliberate.

She crossed the room, poured a glass of wine from the sideboard without offering one to Aris.

Aris didn’t mind.

She didn’t need wine tonight.

She needed... this.

The space. The quiet. The way Alcina’s presence filled a room and still left enough silence for her to breathe.

“Why do you play?” Aris asked.

Alcina sipped her wine. Thought about lying.

Didn’t.

“Because some days, I forget I have a heart. The music reminds me.”

Aris stared at her for a long moment.

Then: “...Same reason I fight.”

Alcina smiled. Barely.

They didn’t say anything else.

They didn’t need to.

The fire crackled softly. The keys went quiet.

And in that silence, Aris stayed just a little longer than she meant to.

Alcina stood by the window long after Aris was gone.

The piano bench remained pulled out behind her. The keys still carried the warmth of her hands.

But the room was colder now.

She hated that she noticed.

The fire burned low. Her glass of wine sat untouched on the mantle.

Outside, the courtyard was blanketed in silver moonlight. She could just make out the dark patch where Cassandra had knocked Aris into the stone earlier that day. A scuff. A memory.

You should have kept her at a distance.

You should have fed her to the cellars.

You should have done what you always do with dangerous things.

But she didn’t.

Because something about Aris refused to be discarded.

She didn’t flatter. Didn’t grovel. Didn’t try to charm. She fought when challenged, listened when necessary, and disappeared when she wasn’t wanted.

And yet, she stayed.

Not because she was bound.

Because she chose to.

Alcina had watched kingdoms fall apart because of weaker men and prettier women.

But Aris Zakarian wasn’t delicate. She wasn’t polite. She wasn’t safe.

She was a blade—filed down and repurposed. A scar that walked and breathed and stared at her like she wasn’t afraid to see what was underneath all the silk and power and legend.

Aris didn’t want to own her.

Didn’t want to worship her.

She wanted to understand her.

And that, more than anything, made Alcina want to shut the door on her for good.

But I won’t.

Because she looked at me tonight, and didn’t flinch.

Because when she laughs, I feel it in my ribs like a bruise.

Because she’s mine… and I’m starting to wonder if I’m hers, too.

Aris sat on the floor beside her bed, back to the wall, knees drawn up.

The fire had burned low. The moonlight spilled in through the curtains in pale streaks, casting long shadows across the rug.

Her knife sat on the windowsill. Clean. Unused.

That was new.

She hadn’t taken it to the piano room.

She hadn’t thought to.

That was worse.

Her boots were still by the hearth. Her shirt was still faintly damp with sweat from the fight. Her ribs ached. She hadn’t bothered with proper bandages.

She touched the bruise along her side and winced.

“Should’ve blocked that better,” she muttered.

Her voice echoed faintly in the room. No one answered.

She didn’t expect them to.

The image of Alcina at the piano—shoulders relaxed, expression almost human—floated up again. The music. The silence. The weight of that shared glance.

The way Alcina had said, You’re mine.

Aris had wanted to argue.

To push back.

But in that moment?

She’d wanted to believe it.

And that scared the hell out of her.

“You’re getting soft,” she muttered, rubbing her thumb across her palm. “You like the quiet too much.”

She looked at the bed.

Then back at the window.

Then, finally, she climbed under the sheets.

No dagger under the pillow tonight.

Just her.

For the first time in years, Aris Zakarian fell asleep with her back to a door… and didn’t dream of running through it.