#crybaby baby princes

[fisheem4mmal]

[bigfatbimbo]

sub lucifer definitely pulls hair when you give him head. imagine the so powerful king of hell getting scolded because he can’t help but thrust up in your mouth and pull hair meanwhile you edge him

he is loud but when is about to come he stutters and whimper, throwing his head back against the pillow

HE IS A PILLOW PRINCE!! a pillow king???

(p.s: same anon that requested vox with mommy kink. love ur writing so much) ;))))

a/n — THIS IS THE REALEST THING EVER OH MY GOD! Also here’s a meaningless little smut drabble with Lucifer to make up for the evil atrocities i’ve written tonight.

“Lucifer, control yourself.” You pull off his dick with a ‘pop’ and gaze disapprovingly up at him.

He whines at the loss of your warm wet mouth, “I’m trying, please.” His eyes search yours desperately.

“Try harder,” you command, “Do you want me to tie your hands up?”

He shakes his head fast and whines loudly as you plunge down on his dick once again.

Tears fill his eyes as he try’s to contain himself. The desperate urge to do something overtakes him. To tangle his hands in your hair or to buck up into your mouth.

The tears finally spill from his eyes as he tries with all his might to stop himself. He’s the king of hell, hypothetically he should be able too.

But, then again, it’s been so long. And the way you’re bobbing up and down on his cock is fogging up his mind.

He couldn’t stop himself. In one swift movement, he thrusts his hips up into your mouth, making you gag.

Furiously, you slam him back down by his waist and once again pull off.

He whimpers and looks away, feeling his mouth wrinkle down and his face get red, followed by warm tears flooding rapidly  from his eyes.

Oh how he hated you being mad at him. You crawled towards him on the matters and sat on his stomach, just missing his aching dick.

“Please, ‘didn’t mean too, mommy, please,” Lucifer choked out pathetically. 

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Luci,” you hiss, earning a whimper from the man below you, “If you want my mouth back on you, you’ll just have to earn it.”

“What do you…” Lucifer began, before seeing you get up and understanding what was about to happen, “Oh god, yes of course. Anything, mommy. I’ll do anything.”

He rambled on dumbly as you lowered your pussy onto his tear-stuck face. 

“Earn it back, Luci. Be my good boy,” You say, beginning to ride his tongue. 

He lapped you up, eagerly trying to make you feel good so you’d forgive him. From the sound of it, his plan was working.

“Good boy, sweetheart. Just like that. Keeping going,” you sigh contently, picking up the pace.

You hear Lucifer moan softly from underneath you, and his hands rose to clutch your thighs.

“Making mommy feel so good, baby. My good boy,” you mutter sweet nothings as you feel your climax building.

Lucifer’s whines from beneath you were becoming hard to ignore, along with the bucking of his hips from the other side of the bed.

Although, he was making you feel good enough. You decided not to degrade him for it. 

He happily sucked at your clit, earning a long drawn out moan from you.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, Luci. My beautiful pretty boy—“ Your words are cut short.

Lucifer’s moans reach their peek as he climaxes untouched. Your hips stop moving and you pull off.

At first he’s confused, as if he doesn’t realize what he’s done. But then, his face wrinkles up and he lets out a desperate, apologetic whine.

“I didn’t—“ He tries.

“Oh but you did,” you say simply, “You dumb whore. Couldn’t stop yourself, could you?

He shakes his head and kicks his feet, tears beginning to fall once more. “Please mommy, I didn’t mean it.”

“That didn’t stop you, huh baby? It’s clear you didn’t learn your lesson,” That earns a cry from Lucifer, “Now, mommy has to punish you. Because that’s what happens to desperate sluts.”

You get off the bed and retrieve ropes from a nearby drawer. Lucifer looked absolutely horrified at the sight and whined uselessly.

“Now, sweetie, you don’t get to touch me at all,” You grin maliciously in his direction.

This was going to be fun.

[mixtape-racha]

crybaby | hwang hyunjin

oh, your baby was such a good boy. and so, so pretty when he cried for you. // 18+, minors dni

words: 1.23 k// warnings: sub!hyunjin, nipple play, praise, premature ejaculation, dacryphilia, dance teacher!hyunjin x local dj!reader, brief piv at the beginning, porn with plot

a/n: based on this request by anon!! i hope i did it justice ♡

it was enlightening, really, to see how hyunjin reacted to praise. to see how he flushed red when people complimented him, to see how he hid his face in your shoulder when people told you what a cute couple you were. he had always been sensitive to praise, but you wondered how far that shyness went - and how much you could indulge him in it.

that was how you discovered how shy and submissive he really was. it was an accident, in all honesty. you wanted to test your luck by calling him a good boy while he was balls deep in your cunt, whining and whimpering as he dragged his cock along your walls. you truly weren’t expecting him to let out a high-pitched cry at your words, before cumming so hard inside you that you swore you could feel it in your throat.

the embarrassment that flooded his features was enough to have you dripping again, the realization of how much power you really held over him churning your stomach in a truly satisfying way. he really would do anything for you to praise him, huh? now, you could definitely get on board with that.

“its okay, baby. you did so good for me, don’t be upset.” you shushed him, lovingly, stroking his hair as he buried his face between your tits to hide his flustered expression. the last thing you wanted was for his embarrassment to cause an unpleasant sub-drop, and so you worked your hardest, giving him the best aftercare of his life and treating him like the delicate prince he was.

you pondered on his sensitivity for a few weeks after that, brainstorming a plan to have an evening that was all about him, and seeing how far his limits truly went. it started mostly innocently, playing with his gorgeous blonde hair in the bath together while he told you about his day.  work was harder than usual, he told you. he’d been dragged into teaching a dance class for newer students on top of his already packed schedule. he loved being a teaching assistant at the local music academy, but it was rough sometimes.

sometimes he claimed you were the only good thing to come out of the job - meeting you when you were just a part-time guitar teacher there, before the opportunity to become a radio dj at the local station, broadcasting worldwide, and also better pay for less hours. but you knew he didn’t mean it - the kids he got to teach, and watch grow, made him so immensely happy that you couldn’t picture him working anywhere else.

once you had moved back to the bedroom, things got… less innocent. you went from caressing his hair, and softly mumbling about how much you loved him, to grinding on his lap and messily making out - a concoction of drool and clashing teeth making him painfully hard from where you sat on him.

you worked quickly to rid him of his shirt, marveling at his body. you swore blind he must have been carved by greek gods, because there was no way anyone could be that pretty. his cock was painfully hard against the material of his sweatpants, precum staining the gray material darker in a patch where he needed you the most. but he would have to wait for that, you told him, wanting nothing more than to worship the piece of heaven before you in every way you could.

when hyunjin was exceptionally needy, he was extremely sensitive. anything, even the smallest touch, could have him keening into your touch, babbling and drooling all over for you. more often than not, you took advantage of that - and today was no different.

from soft kisses of his plush lips, you began mouthing down his jaw and throat, hands caressing every inch of skin you could reach. you shushed him everytime he whined, or tired to move your hips against him, telling him if he behaved that it would all be worth it. he instantly folded at that, taking your every word as sacred and doing whatever you asked of him.

once you were satisfied with the new batch of dark, splotchy marks you had attached to his neck and collarbones, you moved your attention to his chest. he was so, so beautiful, and you just couldn’t resist. with one hand playing with his nipple, you were quick to attach your lips around the other, teasing it with your tongue. his back arched at the motions, pushing his chest further into your face as he started to mumble out nonsense that you couldn’t begin to comprehend.

swapping your hand and mouth, you were keen to give both sides equal attention, oblivious to the wrecked state hyunjin was in. you were so wrapped up in how amazing he felt underneath you, you didn’t even realize the way he had tears springing from his eyes, and his fists balled in the sheets below.

“please, oh fuck, please please, (y/n)-- too much, too much-!”

you pulled away with a pop, caressing his cheek as you looked down in faux sympathy. he was an absolute state, and it was so unbelievably hot. tears falling down his flushed cheeks, lip wobbling from trying to contain his moans. his cock was throbbing beneath you and you couldn’t help the way you cooed at him. 

“too much, baby boy? does that mean you want me to stop?”

the shake of his head was so fast you nearly got whiplash.

“no, no, please. i’m your good boy, please.”

“yeah, you are,” you smiled, pinching one of nipples hard. “my perfect boy, aren’t you, jinnie? such a good boy, and all mine.”

with your words still ringing in his ears, you dipped you head back down, sucking on his nipple and tongue swirling around it like it was your last lifeline. with a final pinch and flick of his other nipple, you felt him tense beneath you, quickly pulling away in confusion to look at his face.

he let out a moan so loud that anyone else would think he was in pain, veins popping out of his neck and eyes rolling to the back of his head. you smirked as you felt a wet patch growing beneath you, and rocking your hips cautiously, overwhelmed with emotion when he whimpered and begged you to stop. it was too much, he said. too much, and not enough. give him a second to breathe, he asked, and you were more than willing to comply.

“that good, love?” you asked, teasingly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips when he nodded. he’d never come just from your abusing of his nipples before, and god knew you were going to be trying to more often.

he was breathless, chest heaving as his blush spread onto his ears and down his chest. but for once, he didn’t seem embarrassed. more delirious with pleasure, and so out of it your body craved to see more.

“think you can give me one more, baby?” you smirked, moving down the bed to rest between his legs, hands playing with the hem of his sweatpants. his overwhelmed nod was all you needed before you bit your lip with glee, already manhandling the offending clothing item down his legs.

yeah, you sure struck gold with such a good boy like hyunjin.

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[henrioo]

Hello, I see that your ask are open may I request a angst to comfort for Sanji. With a really emotional reader like tears up/cries because they love him so much.

Heeey, thanks for the request and sorry for the delay, here it is!

✦ ── CRYBABY: SANJI

Sanji x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: You can't help but get emotional when you realize that Sanji is your dream boyfriend... The problem is that you get too emotional

Warnings: None, just the reader crying and Sanji being a perfect man

Word Count: 1,1k

Notes: I thought this idea was simply amazing because if I dated someone like Sanji I would definitely cry everyday with happiness. Pardon the English

Revision: @waitingmydemons

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Everything seemed very normal when the day started, Sanji woke up with you wrapped around him like a baby koala on its own mother. You had been on watch last night so he quietly left to give you a few more hours of sleep, after all you deserve it after so much hard work. It wasn't exactly unusual for you to continue sleeping after he got up, as Sanji would wake up long before the sun rose to ensure the preparation of the day's meals. Then he placed a light kiss on your forehead as he whispered that he loved you very much, took his clothes to change in the bathroom and left the room you share.

Once he was dressed and ready to start the morning, he concentrated solely on preparing all the meals for breakfast and expediting what he could for the other meals of the day. As time went by, the ship gradually became noisier, whether it was Nami and Robin's footsteps going to the bathroom, Chopper and Usopp's confused conversations, who were still too asleep to speak meaningful things, or any other member of the crew waking up and moving around. He didn't bother going to talk to anyone as he knew that soon everyone would be there in the kitchen for breakfast so he could greet everyone.

The thing is, as soon as the table was ready and Luffy was eating things off the other people's plates, he noticed that you hadn't shown up. His first reaction was panic, are you sick? Has something happened? You were sick? He felt his stomach lurch at all the possibilities and even sweat began to break out. That's when he remembered, you had been on watch and you were probably too tired to go to breakfast in the kitchen, he sighed in relief as he judged himself for being so distracted as to forget about it.

So as soon as he explained everything to the others, he started preparing a huge flag with his well-deserved breakfast. There were several selections of breads, fruits, coffee and milk, even some pastries he had hidden from breakfast and would give exclusively to you. He walked the halls alone and hummed as he thought how surprised and delighted you would be to be greeted with breakfast in bed. He couldn't help but feel his heart warming as he imagined what it felt like to be a real prince going to pamper his significant other, he loved treating you that way!

He knocked on the door and all he got were tired murmurs, he chuckled and cautiously walked in, meeting you just as he left you. You were curled up in bed around the various covers and hugging a pillow like your life depended on it, initially he thought that maybe you imagined you were hugging him… But when his face started to get too hot he decided to ignore it and go back to his main mission.

"Good morning angel… You missed your coffee" he walked over and placed the tray on the dresser next to the bed as he sat on the edge "Aren't you hungry?"

You yawned loudly and then opened your eyes, they were tired and cloudy, but as soon as you could see who was there, everything changed. Your eyes gained a new sparkle and now you had a melted and passionate look. This definitely made Sanji's stomach churn and his heart beat faster than it should.

"Saaaaaan" You murmured happily while giggling, you sure are happy to see him.

"Good morning love" he approached and gave a long kiss on your forehead "I made your breakfast"

You sat up a little confused on the bed and he placed the tray next to you, you still looked confused and distant having just woken up. But for Sanji you couldn't be more beautiful, your hair messed up, his blue shirt you wore in your pajamas, your cheeks slightly red… You looked like a masterpiece made by the most experienced master in the world, how could someone be so beautiful like that? And how could that person justly love Sanji?

"You know…" he placed a hand on your cheek making you look at him "I really love you"

There was a certain innocence in that sentence, not that Sanji didn't love you, but most of the time he said it automatically. It seemed like he had been programmed to say that he loved you every five minutes, obviously he felt it every time, but here it felt different. It was as if for the first time he let his feelings do the talking, as if he was more sincere than he could be any time before.

The problem was that Sanji had said that hoping to cheer you up a bit, maybe get a kiss or an "I love you" back. What he didn't expect was for you to start crying desperately, to the point where your cheeks got wet and even sniffled.

"What happened?!" He asked desperately, he quickly approached and wrapped you in a strong and safe hug. Has he said something wrong? Perhaps you were on a diet and offering so much food was an offense?

Thoughts raced through Sanji's head as he desperately tried to figure out what he had done to make you start crying. His stomach dropped and he started to blame himself, you were his angel, he should never make you cry! He hated seeing you cry for whatever reason and knowing what the reason could be for him broke his heart.

"My love, tell me, what did I do? I'm so sorry! Please stop crying" he begged as he stroked your hair and rubbed your back.

"Sanji!" You called him over and he immediately looked over to find out what he had done "You are so cute!" And then you went back to crying desperately as you clung to him.

By then Sanji had stopped working, you're crying because… Was he cute? He didn't understand, why would you cry about it?

"I don't understand love… Didn't I do something wrong?" he asked, confused.

"What? No!" You looked at him like he was crazy "It’s because you came here to hand me coffee and you said you loved me! And you care about me so much and that's so sweet! I… I love you!" You said everything quickly while mixing up the words, then grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

Sanji was still confused about you crying over this, but a part of him calmed down knowing nothing was wrong. You were definitely the cutest and kindest person Sanji knew, crying just because you loved someone so much that emotion doesn't fit in your chest… All he could be sure of was that he was very lucky to love you and maybe even luckier to be loved by you.

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Notes: My first Sanji imagine has over 300 likes and I'm just in shock, since you guys liked the first one so much you should be happy with this ask

I have a lot of things I wrote in the last few days, so it won't take long to update, I'm also working on the ask and soon they will open again

[jmvore]

wild thought(s) • 1 | pjm

‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › Being sexually frustrated seemed to be the story of Jimin's life. So he turned to writing his wants and wishes in a blog he kept online for people to read. He used to be content with that, until he met you. Eventually, he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing. › series masterlist | masterlist | request ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › slice of life » PAIRING(S) › park jimin x f!reader » WORD(S) › 8.5k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › Jimin thought his dance rehearsal would run over but when he came home. You weren't there. » SMUT WARNING(S) › JIMIN CALLS THE READER MOMMY (so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read), sub!jimin, domme!f!reader,non-con voyeurism (but the reader makes sure Jimin is okay with it), loads of teasing, ass play, m! fingering, uh Neighbor!Namjoon jacks off to you and Jimin, p in the v s*x, teasing, pretty boys with toys, jimin is in love alright, soft!domme reader, cowgirl positions, there are a lot of petnames for Jimin (Petal, Prince, Baby, Sweetheart, etc), it's implied Namjoon has a crush on Jimin, & riding Jimin with a purpose. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 06/30/2019 » RE-POSTED DATE › 10/26/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)!For those who don't know, this is a request series: you can request for this universe. You can read more about it on this story's masterlist.

There’s one thing Jimin hates about this world and that’s the world of dating. Heartbreak. Betrayal. Lies. Wistfulness. There are plenty of emotions Jimin has felt throughout his years of trying and wanting to be loved. It’s something he’s yearned to experience since he was old enough to be able to know what love is. 

Most dating apps proved to be a bust and most of the people he met in his everyday life didn’t fit his vibe. Yoongi even told him he’s going to have to use specific apps that cater to his specific needs but Jimin disagreed. 

At least, he used to. Now? He’s not too sure.

He remembers all the things Yoongi has taught him about understanding his own wants and desires. He had to learn that not a lot of people are into the same kinks as he is. And Jimin had to come to that realization after a handful of disastrous dates and relationships. However, he also thinks Yoongi is tired of listening to him cry about it (he won’t say it though).

There was a relationship he had with an older man that he thought was going well! Their personalities fit well with one another, they loved the same things and even got along as if they knew each other for a long time. The only downside is when it came to having sex. He was almost always disinterested in the things that Jimin liked and when Jimin would suggest trying something different, he would berate him for it.

Ungrateful. Whiny. Uptight. Clingy. Crybaby.

He remembers all the names he called him and all the times he downplayed his feelings. Jimin never wanted to feel insignificant like that again. Unfortunately for him, he fell back into that pattern with a couple of other ex’s. His last lover (a woman he used to work with) he told her about some of his kinks and desires as they lay in pure bliss of the night. Jimin thought she would be willing and understanding. Willing to try but she fell into the same pattern as the man before. Only this time, she told the whole office about it as others labeled him as weird or an outcast. 

Ever since then, he swore off dating. 

It hurt to know the person you trusted enough to pour your heart out to was the one to betray you. Jimin knew eventually he was going to want to find love and settle down but for now, he’s content.

He ended up creating a blog. A safe place to be himself and express his needs and wants to the world anonymously. In the beginning, it was simple fiction stories to get his mind off of the things. His mind wants to cope with the kinks (he realizes), not too many people share. It wasn’t until he met someone who told him about BDSM clubs and so forth. At first, Jimin blew them off. Choked it up to them being a weirdo but then he researched it and that’s when he knew there were people out there like him. Men who love to get dominated. Men who love when women dominate them. 

Club Black Whip was the club that ended up becoming his favorite after visiting several ones. Though he only visited when he wanted a dose of inspiration or to feed into his own desires. It took him a minute to participate with others but when he started to let loose, he found the experience a lot more pleasant.

That’s where he met you. 

You were the fifth person he had a session with and you were going to be his last. If things didn’t work out the way that it did. You were the dominant he clicked with the most. He often left your sessions feeling satisfied but yearning to see you more. Eventually, he became a regular of yours. You would meet outside of the club whenever either if you didn’t want to go. You were so gentle and empathetic. He found himself being comfortable with having you as his domme. His feelings began to tread the thin line between friends and lovers. You quickly became his safe haven. Someone he could confide in. Someone he knew wouldn’t spill his secrets to the next person listening. 

Someone he could see himself being with.

Spiritually, Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally. 

When you expressed your desire to want to take care of him, he had the softest heart eyes someone could make a person. His heart soared higher than the clouds. He knew you saw other sub’s on the side but he also knew that he was your favorite. You never saw any of his fantasies as strange and he was thankful to find someone so understanding. You were never judgemental. You wanted him for him and it was everything he ever wanted…

And yet, with Jimin being hurt so many times, he was hesitant to jump into another relationship. He started to panic and in return, he kept you at arm's length because he didn’t want to be disappointed. He didn’t want to break this… illusion he had of you. And well, he didn’t want to disappoint you with the burden of dating someone who has been scorned. 

Eventually the talks with others helped Jimin come to the realization that you were nothing like his past lovers. You were (and still are) genuine and honest. Caring. Affectionate. Considerate. He can go on and on but he knows he’s never had a connection with someone like he has with you and that realization led to Jimin asking you out on a date. Jimin remembers the warning Yoongi gave when he told Yoongi he was going to meet you at a nearby Dutch Bros to finally talk things over. Granted. Yes. He doesn’t know you outside of the club but (aside from the texting and phone calls) but Jimin was determined to get to know you. 

He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers a second time.

That day vividly etched in his memory…

There was some texting back and forth before you told him your ride was pulling into the parking lot. Jimin's nerves didn't do him justice either. He was already anxious the moment he got your text. A sudden rush of butterflies fluttered in his stomach as his heart began to drum. The wildest thing to note is that he’s seen you in all types of lingerie, leather and suits but the fact that he’ll be able to see you in your casual wear makes him nibble on his bottom lip. 

It feels more intimate. More… exclusive.

He pulls out his phone and smiles at the fluctuation of text between Yoongi and Jungkook in their group chat. Many of them were asking if he was okay and if he had spoken to you yet. The latter asking Jimin to at least let him know he’s still alive. It gets a giggle out of him as he texts them back. Yoongi and Jungkook always told him they felt his blog was a safer option (not by much because there was still a risk of weirdo’s) but he digresses. 

“Jimin?” He raises his head at the sound of your voice. “Hey!”

“H-Hi. Hey.” He’s quick to stand but in the process, he accidentally knees the table. He hisses with you immediately flock to his side to make sure he’s okay. 

“You have to be careful, love.” You grab a hold of his calf to lay his leg on top of yours to massage. “Does it hurt?”

“No. I’m okay.” Jimin tries to hide his smile at the way you’re taking care of him. It feels good to be taken care of like this even if it’s something minor. He can’t help the smile that spreads.”I’m sorry for making y-” Jimin gasps when you place a finger to his lips. 

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay, honey.” You run your fingers up his calf as he shivers to the touch. Jimin swore it was like gazing into the sun. Blinded by how pretty your smile is. And when you spoke, your voice was a different story. Usually, he’s listening to you bark orders over the music within the club. Your speaking voice sounds so different. So smooth. Velvety. He felt like he was melting into a puddle just listening to you talk about nothing and everything.  And when your brunch date was over he asked to see you again. 

It’s been a little over two years since that day and Jimin still feels as if he’s on cloud nine. Quite frankly, since you've been together, the both of you stopped visiting the club and he forgot about his diary. He didn’t have a need for it anymore now that you were here and it seemed like your relationship was going to last. You were understanding of his needs. You were willing to do any and everything to make him happy. You are his everything but he knew he was going to have to sit you down and have a serious talk with you about everything once you officially started dating.

That happened six months into your relationship when you were both comfortable discussing certain topics without him growing anxious. 

He sat you down with a soft huff as he typed in his url to reveal his well kept secret. He let you scroll on your own as his nerves ran into overdrive. His leg bounced and he nibbled into his bottom lip when he saw the frown on your face. When you asked him what this was, he bashfully told you it was things he’s always wanted to try with his significant other. Unfortunately, in the past, they would turn him down and make fun of him as if his needs didn’t matter. Your glare told him everything he needed to know. He didn’t mean to start crying but when you began to console him, everything came crashing down over him. 

He didn't realize how much it affected him until now.

“Oh baby,” You spun the chair until you were facing him to grab him by his hand and pull into your lap. You told him it would never be that way with you and that if he ever wanted to try something, he needed to let you know. You’ll be more than happy to indulge in whatever fantasy he wants as long as it’s talked about.

You wanted him to let loose. Be adventurous. 

From then on, you urged him to do the things he wanted to do and as time passed, you kept discovering new things he wanted to try. He’s also been more vocal about it as well. 

There was one time when you let him sit on your lap while you took a public train to get to Yoongi’s house. He wanted cuddles but didn’t want to wait (in which you didn’t mind). When people would stare, you would glare as if to tell them to mind their business. You didn’t care. You weren’t hurting anyone. As long as he was happy, you were ecstatic. 

Another time was when he asked if you could pick him up and carry him around your shared bedroom. He felt light as a feather, his body vibrating with happiness. His arms were bound loosely around your neck and his legs wrapped tightly around your waist while he was nuzzling his face into your neck. It made him feel adored. Loved. Wanted. Something Jimin hasn’t felt romantically in a long time. 

Right now, he remains seated on the couch as he’s watching some show on television (that’s not really important to him). He’s waiting for you to return, noting it’s after six. You needed some things for your dinner you were going to have with some of your friends tomorrow. It was your annual game night and well, it was your turn to host. He hasn’t seen or talked to you since this morning, aside from face timing you during his lunch period. All he wants to do is cuddle and give you all his love and vice versa. Jimin told you he was going to be late because his dance class ran over longer than he anticipated so you decided to go to the store. In the end, it didn’t run over by much and Jimin ended up beating you home.  He wonders if you’re on your way home. Hopefully you won’t be too long. He’s so bored. He doesn’t know what to do with himself right now. 

06:12pm | Petal🥰 : I’m home! Let me know if you need help. SENT

A couple minutes later, your ringtone blares. He doesn’t even remember turning it up but he’s quick to answer it.

“Honey!”

“Hey sugar. I’m outside.” He hears you grunt, knowing you might need his help. “Can you come help bring the groceries in?”

“I’ll be right out.” He’s quick to press end, his excitement to see you through the roof. He slips on his sweats and grabs his house shoes off the rack to meet you outside by your car. He can see the frustration in your eyes when a bag twists your finger a certain way.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t expecting it to twist like that,” You chuckle. He grabs a couple of bags to take inside as he watches you leave to drop off the ones you have in the kitchen.

“How much did you get?”

“Not that much. I think.” You look down at the rest of the plastic bags in your trunk before looking back at him with a soft smile. “I made sure to get stuff to make your favorite.”

“Really?”

“Of course, my Pretty Petal.” You grin before pinching his cheeks. His nose scrunches as he wiggles out of your grip to try his best to grab a couple of more bags without hurting his hand. He loves that you’re always thinking of him even when it’s something as small as this. “There's not much left.”

“Okay.” He runs back into the house to drop off his bags, coming back out with quickness. He goes to grab more bags but before he can, you stop him. 

“Sugar, What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You’re quick to push him against the car door and lean in for a kiss. It’s nothing but a quick peck, but you notice he instantly melts against your touch. He blushes when he realizes but you’re quick to stop him from becoming shy. “N-Nothing, My Love.”

“Nu-Uh. Look at me,” You whisper while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. He instantly takes it into his mouth and sucks on it. Hard.

“I-It’s nothing. I just missed you,” He mumbles as you beam with pride at how soft your baby is.

“Well… Let’s finish so I can show you how much I missed you,” You hum, moving to let him head toward the house. Before he can get too far, you smack him on the ass to give him a little boost. He lets off a tiny moan, hurrying to take the groceries into the house.

When he comes back out, he glances around before asking, “Is that it?”

“Yeah, I have a couple more things if you wanna start putting everything else away. I’ll be right behind you.” 

Jimin nods, running back into the house to finish his tasks. Although, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You shrug it off and grab the rest of the bags and head inside to see he’s halfway done. 

“Is everything there?” You questioned, setting the rest of the bags down on the counter. “I should be able to make enough to last the night.”

“For the Yubuchobap and Fried Chicken?”

“Mhm.” You smile, watching as he reaches to put the cans in the cupboard. You move to stand behind him as you lift his oversized shirt to run your fingers down his spine before reaching his ass. He shivers at the feeling, loving how your lips feel against the back of his neck. “That's what you wanted me to make, right little dove?”

He nods, whining softly and pushing himself back into you to try and get you to touch him more. When you give his ass a light smack, he immediately stops.

“Please…”

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” You chuckle into his ear, giving his ear lobe a soft nip before letting your hands roam lower. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already melting.” 

“Because your touch feels too good.”

You hum, “I bet it does, Prince. And where do you want my touch?”

“All over me.” Jimin bucks his hips as you run your hand over the bulge in his sweats.

“Are you sure?” You tease while stroking him over his clothes. You can hear his breathing pick up as his oversized shirt falls off his shoulder. “Show me.”

He brings your left hand to his throat while placing the right at the hem of his sweats. When you pull them down, you reveal the secret of his cute purple lace boy shorts he decided to wear. His ass looks phenomenal and you can’t help but give him another smack on the cheek. This time, you knead the skin so he doesn’t bruise too much.

“Awww,” You coo, listening to how hot he sounds when he moans your name. “Don’t you look lovely.”

“I wore them for you.” He gasps once you start to palm at his cock through the underwear, the friction itself is enough to make him weak at the knees. “I-I wanted to look pretty.”

“And you look gorgeous, Petal.” His head falls back against your chest as you continue to feel him up. He ruts into your hand and bites his bottom lip the moment you squeeze it. 

“Mommy… P-Please…”

“Please what?” You smirk, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You dip your hand in the front of his panties and stroke him, feeling the pre-cum oozing onto your hand. You can feel just how hard he is just from your touch. Listening to him whine and plead makes you wetter at the fact that he’s this way because of you.

“I want you,” He murmurs, “Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Or we can do it here.” Your eyebrows quirk while you smirk mischievously. “You wanted to do it with the blinds open, didn’t you? That was one of your fantasies, wasn’t it?” 

“I—I… Well, yeah but what if he sees?” You follow his line of sight to see your next door neighbor, Namjoon, is in his kitchen on his laptop. Whoever built your duplex had the bright idea to make the window tall but narrow and unless you have blinds or curtains covering them, anyone can see through inside. Also with your kitchens facing the same direction, all he has to do is look over and he would have a full view of everything.

In which, you know he would love that. You’ve seen the way he looks at Jimin as if he wants to devour him whole. The only reason he hasn’t been invited into your bedroom is because Jimin doesn’t want it. And well, you don’t want to have to fight someone over Jimin.

“And if he does?” You push him forward to lean him over the counter. Jimin wouldn’t admit it but he loves being manhandled by you but the thought of Namjoon seeing the two of you is making him worry. “Sweetheart, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

Jimin’s cherub cheeks flare once he puffs them out. The red slowly tints over the pink. He’s thinking about it. He knows it’s something the two of you discussed but actually following through with it is a different story.

“Baby? Look at me.” You pause your movements to turn him around to face you. Your hand goes to cup his face while removing your other hand from his underwear. You never want to make him uncomfortable. Ever. And if this isn’t something that he wants to do then you’ll move the party somewhere else. “Petal, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can always stop.”

He gazes over at his neighbor who is immersed in his own world. The man is so absorbed in his laptop work. What are the odds he’d actually look over? Jimin takes the chance to glance over, just for a moment and then looks back at you. 

“Okay,” He breathes, his lips crashing into yours. It’s rushed but his lips are soft. The taste of his peach chapstick is ever so present too. “I want to.”

It’s the thrill of getting caught for him. The thrill of knowing Namjoon can look but he definitely can’t touch. The thrill of knowing that he’s your and yours alone. No matter how many times you share your bed with others, it’s always going to be you and him.

“I’m serious.” You pause what you’re doing to get him to look you in your eyes. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. He’s had enough of that in his previous relationships. “We don’t have to, honey.”

“I want to,” He says, kissing your jawline then down to your neck before throwing his arms around your waist. You lean back to not influence his decision as he whines about not being able to kiss you but you bring your thumb up to rub the corner of his lips. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you sure?” “I’m positive, Mommy.” He grabs your waist and pulls you into his front. Bringing your hand down to his cock to rub it again. “Please touch me…” You chuckle at how needy he is before running your hand up his chest to gently wrap around his neck.

“As you wish, my dear.” You lean forward to kiss his delicate lips one more time before yanking his shirt over his head and yanking his panties down. “I want to see you. All of you.” He whimpers when you slowly lower yourself, nipping at his belly until you’re on your knees in front of him. You glance up to take in his expressions. Eyes hooded, mouth agape and waiting. He loves how you tease. Flicking your fingers over his nipples while kissing and nipping at his muscular thighs.

Your mouth waters at the sight of how endowed he is and when you start to stroke him, his head falls back in utter bliss. It always amazes you with how much he’s packing. He’s not even fully hard yet but with the way you’re about to work your mouth around him, it definitely won’t take long. 

“Oh fuck.” He releases a sigh as he tries to silence his sounds. He brings his fist to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds of his moaning but you’re quick to pull it away. “Don’t you dare,” You warn him, only to receive a whine in return. “I wanna hear how pretty you sound, Petal.” 

Your hand pressed to his hip for leverage as he refrains from putting his hands on your head for leverage of his own. Instead, he squeezes the counter until his knuckles start to turn white because the feel of your mouth is godsend. The way you work your tongue around the tip of his dick has him so close to coming undone but he wants to hold on until he can’t anymore.

“Oh, That f-feels so good.” 

“Yeah? You like that, Petal?” You ask, voice hoarse for wear but holy shit you sound so fucking sexy and it makes Jimin want to shove his cock even further down your throat. In which, he knows you can take it. You do it every time.

“I do…” He mewls, his voice trembling with the way his stomaching is starting to coil. You’re so good at pleasuring him that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover if the two of you don’t work out. “P-Please..”

“Please what, my love?” You ask with a pop of your lips, opting to continue jacking him off with the added twist of your wrist. He can hear how sloppy it’s getting, the sounds turning him more than it should. He always loves the way you slurp him down. How you work his cock until he cums in and all over you. 

As you continue to suck his dick, Jimin takes the chance to look over to see that your neighbor has noticed your activity. Though, he’s trying his best to be oblivious to what’s going on. 

“Holy shit…” Jimin gasps, pretty mouth falling open as he moans, “I-nngh-I think he sees us.” 

You pull your mouth off him to glance over noticing he’s sitting at the island and eating. His phone is up like he’s doing something on it but you think he’s recording. When you smirk at him, he fumbles with it as it crashes to the ground. You’re pretty sure the screen is cracked.

“Let’s give him a show then. Are you okay with that?” “Yes.” Jimin whimpers when you let go of his cock, helping him sit up on the counter. Pushing his leg up, he hooks it around your waist and he leans up to kiss you, darting his tongue into your mouth. He can faintly taste himself as he grinds into your front. 

The rough material of your shirt helps just a little bit. You nip at his bottom lip, pulling it toward you as you push his legs further apart. “Get comfortable,” You whisper in his ear, “I’ll be back.” “W-Where are you going?” His eyes widened as he leaned on his elbows. He goes to  close his legs but you pop him in his inner thigh as if to tell him no. He pouts, “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be back, baby. Get comfortable for me, my prince.” 

When he calls your name you simply tell him you’re going to get a toy as you saunter off toward the room without a care in the world. Jimin gnaws at his bottom lip and lays back against the cold surface of the isle counter. 

He doesn’t want to look over. 

He doesn’t want to know if Namjoon’s still getting a full show at your expense but he can’t deny the fact that it’s turning him on more that you have an audience. Granted, he would never let him touch him. Hell, you don’t really like sharing (in which Jimin is more than okay with that) so he has nothing to worry about.

But of course… he’s still curious so he takes the chance to glance out the window to see that Namjoon is gone. Jimin sighs, relieved for a second that he wouldn’t make eye contact with his neighbor. A very hot but weird neighbor.

“H-Honey?” Jimin sits up and calls out to you. You’re taking forever! Where are you? What the hell are you doing? Why were you taking forever?

So many questions that have no answer. He starts to scoot toward the edge but, before he can jump off, he hears your bare footsteps against the tiles. You’re coming back and he realizes he’s moved out of his spot. He clicks his tongue, scooting back and lying down in the position he was in. 

“You look so cute, baby.” You nip at your bottom lip, eyeing him up and down because he’s so damn fine.

“Please touch me!” Jimin whines, reaching out for you to come closer. Which you do, but not close enough for his liking. “You didn’t move, did you?” You question, seeing him furiously shake his head. Your purple manicure nails lightly scratched down his stomach before wrapping around his cock to stroke. 

“Oh…” Jimin falls back against the counter as you move to stand between his legs. He wraps his legs around your waist to pull you closer. It feels so good but you’re being too soft right now.

“You wouldn’t lie to me baby, now would you?”

“No!” Jimin’s breaths hitch as he tries to sit up but, you’re quick to push him back down by his chest. ”N-No, I wouldn’t.”

You hum, setting the new tropical fruit-flavored lube you bought earlier next to him on the counter. Your eyes meet and he knows what you want to do. He’s down for it. He wants you to make him cum.

He’s ready.

“You’re so eager, Petal.” You lick your lips, giving his thick thigh a slap before kneading the flesh. The more he lays still there the more he starts to become self-conscious but when you start caressing his body he tenses a little more. He’s gnawing his lip at this point and you’re afraid he’s going to break the skin if he keeps going. You want him to relax and what better way than to sing his praise. He needs to be opened up before he can take the bigger reward. If you decide to give it to him.

“You’re so good for me, Petal.” You bring your index finger to your mouth to lick it before rubbing your index finger against his rim. He clenches before relaxing only slightly and moaning the moment you push inside. You get him to bend his legs so his feet can sit on the edge of the counter. Opening him up wider.

“Aren’t you baby?”

“Yes,” He whimpers as he tries to move closer to you. He looks so cute wiggling to try and fuck himself on his fingers until you slap him on his balls to get him to stop moving so much. His eyes roll to the back of his head, biting his lip harder. He’s trying so hard not to come from the bare minimum but you do it so well, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it.  “I was good. I didn’t move.”

“I know you didn’t, my pretty petal.”

Jimin moans at the praise, begging for you to continue touching him where he needs it the most.

You lean closer to kiss his inner thighs. He’s trembling under your touch, whining about wanting to cum but you don’t want him to. 

Not yet. 

You stop and take the moment to pour more lube onto your finger as Jimin gasps at the warm, wet finger pushing past his rim again. He hisses at the light sting but relishes in the way you’re opening him up. Relishing in the attentive attention you’re giving him. Relishing the fact that Namjoon wants what he can’t have. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his labored breathing that he’s so close to losing himself but he wants to be obedient. 

He doesn’t want to cum until you tell him to. “M-More…” He pleads, hearing you chuckle at his desperation though you give him what he wants. You press two-lube soaked fingers into him, still making sure he’s comfortable. When he gives you the okay, you begin pumping said fingers in and out of him, hearing his high pitch moans. “Is that enough or do you want more?” You ask, still pumping in and out of him. He can barely get a word out when you begin to slow down and he cries for you not to stop. “More?”

“Y-Yes! Please!”

“More fingers?” You mock him teasingly, hearing him groan as he tries to sit up but you’re quick to press back into his chest. “Or do you want this?”

You wave the silicone toy in his face, seeing him salivate at the sight. 

“I want the toy,” He exhales, but you shake your head. “Pretty please can I have it?”

“Well then I would have to open you up some more, baby.” You coo when he wiggles closer. He doesn’t care. He wants you to do what you have to. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Please.”

You remove your fingers to pull him off the counter and turn him around to bend him over it. He hates the feeling of being empty but he knows you’re going to fill him up again soon. He nods when your hand comes down with force. It causes him to jerk forward. At this point, he’s leaking. He wants you to finish opening him up so you can fuck him properly.

He wants to cum so bad.

“Just a little bit more, Petal.” You whisper close to his ear before nipping at it. “Your ass is just so amazing. It sucks my fingers right in because of how wet you are.” 

You praise him with another slap on his left cheek before kneading the soreness out. 

“I could play with it all day.” 

He can feel your nails drag up and down the back of his thighs. His legs quiver, falling forward as he fights to not cum untouched. You’re making it so goddamn hard, he doesn’t know how he is going to last.

“So pretty and wet. I love everything about you, my love.” You’re on your knees again and he knows what’s coming next when you grip both his cheeks to pull them apart.

“All for me.”

“It’s yours, Mommy!”

The last part of his sentence jumps octaves when you run your tongue from his balls to his awaiting hole. The wet, warm muscle feels amazing as he pushes back for you to go deeper. Especially when you reach between his legs to start stroking him again. His breath hitches but, it soon turns into lustrous moans when he feels the fire building in the pit of his stomach faster than before. You flick your tongue before going to tongue fuck his hole, hoping it’ll bring him to his orgasm. As far as you can tell with the way his knees buck and the way his moans get louder and louder with each fuck, he’s soaring close to it. He grips the counter for leverage when you remove your tongue only to start fingering him again. This time faster, hitting his prostate over and over until his mind is completely shattered. All he feels is your hands caressing his body. Your mouth leaves kisses and licks in places that have his toes curling. When your mouth is wrapped around his cock from the back, he loses it.

Honestly, he doesn't know how much more he can take.

“I-I’m—Cum—Oh fuck!” He cries when you release him from your mouth to go back to eating him out. He reaches back to push you in further but, the slap that comes down to his ass lets him know he’s out of line. “I wanna c-cum, M-Mommy. Pleaseee, Let me!”

“Do you want to, Petal?” You ask, stopping your movement in favor of letting his fire die. You notice his head falls forward as the back of his neck is covered in a sheen of sweat. His breathing grows labored and he looks so damn hot begging for his release. “Or do you wanna feel me first?”

He doesn’t have to glance back to know what you’re talking about. He can feel the silicone rubbing against his ass and he can’t help but vibrate with excitement. He hates the fact that he loves being edged. He hates that you know he does too. And he hates that you love doing it because you do it so fucking well.

“I wanna feel you please…” 

“Thought so.” You preen at how fucked he is. Eyes hooded, mind all fuzzy and dazed. He looks so damn cute. “I can’t wait to wreck you. Is that what you want, baby?”

Jimin nods as he can feel the traces of your fingertips along his spine. They travel down, down, down until you reach his backside. You give it a hard smack before squeezing his ass to your heart's content.

"Good because I'm the one that gets to ravish you until you can't think of anything but me." You kiss his cheek to hear him sigh out in response. "I'm the one that gets to fuck you until you're brain-dead and can't think of anything but the way that little plastic cock drills your wet hole. Hold your cheeks apart, baby." 

He does as he's told, too enamored by the kiss to think otherwise. You know he has a pretty view of Jimin as you pump your fingers in and out, letting them brush against his prostate over and over again. You can feel his pleasure in the way he moans into your kiss, and it only fuels your desire. 

"You're doing so good, baby. So good for me, honey."

"You're going to make me hard again."

"Hm. Is that right?" 

“Yes…”

“Good.” You hum, fingers pulling his cheeks apart as he buries his head into the crook of your neck the moment you start to circle your index finger around his rim. Jimin knows what you're thinking and god, does it make it harder just thinking about you claiming him in front of others? "You think Namjoon would fuck you this good?"

"No..." Jimin whines, rutting against your thighs and fucking himself back on your fingers when you add a second. "You fucked me so good. You ruined me for anyone else."

"I did, huh?" You know you did and for as long as he lets you, you'll continue to do so. "And you know I'm not done with you yet."

"I know. I don't want you to be." His nails dig into your back as it's your turn to kiss his sweetly swollen lips. "Keep ruining me."

"Oh honey," You tease, nipping at his bottom lip as he chases after you. "I'll ruin you for as long as you want me to." Instead of letting him kiss you, you place your finger over his mouth and allow him to throw his arms around your shoulders to hold you close. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

That’s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Realizing your neighbor is back in his seat and still trying his best to make sure you don’t notice what he’s doing. It’s clear as day though and in this moment, you think of Jimin.

“Baby?” You turn your attention back to Jimin who looks so unbelievably fucked from your touch. “Stay with me, Petal. Answer me.”

“Please…” He whines, laying his head on your chest as you take the moment to shower him with the love he deserves. Kisses to his cheeks, jawline, and where else your lips can touch. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Pretty.” Jimin blushes, harder. He grows impatient as he realizes he can’t feel you touching him anymore. “My pretty petal.”

“Mommy…” He urges, snuggling right into your neck. Unsure if he’s the reason you’ve stopped. Why did you stop? “P-Please move. I wan’-”

“Baby, listen to me.” He gasps the moment you nip at his bottom lip, eyes finding yours to look into. He looks so beautiful like this. Under your thumb and ready and willing to do whatever it is you want him to do. “Are you still okay with this?”

“Huh?” He pouts and you want nothing more than to kiss it away but you need an answer from him before you continue.

“With him watching.”

You don’t want to make it obvious that you know because from Namjoon's perspective, he doesn’t think you do. 

“We can go to our bedroom or the living room if you don’t want to. Yes or no.”

“Yes.” Jimin nods so hard, you swear his head is going to fall off his shoulders. “Wan’ cum.”

You glance at your nosey neighbor one more time before deciding for him. He’s not in a good state of mind to make decisions and you would feel awful if he came to regret his decision later.

“No, No.” You remove yourself from Jimin, noticing he’s dropping more into his subspace by the second. He needs to be in the comfort of the two of you not to be gawked at like a piece of meat. “Baby, come with me.”

You grab everything off the counter before taking his hand and leading him into the living room. He has a permanent pout on his face but you know just what to do to get him in high spirits again.

“Does my baby want his reward for being patient and obedient?” You ask, oh so sweetly, as you lead him to sit on the couch. “I’m ready to give it to you.”

He nods but he knows that’s not good enough.

“Words, Petal. Let me hear you.”

“I want it.” He pants, opening his legs wider for you to kneel in front of him. His cock is as red as a tomato, looking as if it’s ready to explode. You lean down to lick the pre-cum off the tip as he whines for more. “I want you, Mommy. Please touch me.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yes!” You notice tears pricking at his eyes and you don’t want to see him in any more pain. He deserves his release and you’re planning on giving it to him. You reach for the lube beside the couch and pour a generous amount of it all over the toy you were going to use on him tonight. You can practically hear Jimin purr and it spurs you on more.

“Are you ready, Petal?” “I am.”

You rub the toy from his balls to his rectum before tapping it against his balls and watching his cock jump from excitement. You know if you hit the right spot, he will cum. Honestly, It’s what you’re banking on.

“Baby, hold your legs up for me.” You help him by placing his feet on the edge of the couch and pulling his bottom closer to you for leverage. He eyes you curiously, unsure of what you’re about to do. You want him to cum, want him to finally get the release he deserves since you’ve been edging him as you slowly insert the toy back into him. 

Only, instead of starting to move it, you angle it so it’ll graze his prostate if he moves.

“Be still, pretty,” You warn as he whines, his head falling back against the couch. He loves it when you’re ruthless with your teasing , but now, he wants to feel you close. 

‘You want me. my prince?” His eyes light up the moment you move away as he watches you stand to your feet to pull your leggings down your legs and off to the side. Uncaring of where they land. He realizes a minute too late that you weren’t wearing any underwear and before he can say anything, you move his legs back down and in the process, it pushes hard against him as he moans. 

“I want you…” He whimpers, biting his bottom lip as you make the move to stand above him on the couch. His eyes go straight to your pussy and wet you are. The way it’s glistening in the light makes his mouth water even more. “Mommy,” He moans, brain focused on one thing and that’s to pleasure you. “Please.”

“Like what you see, Honey?” You squat to hover over his lap, grabbing his jaw to bring his face closer. You kiss his lips as he melts in your embrace and it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen. “You want me to fuck you, my prince.”

“I do,” He whispers against your lips and well, who are you to deny such a request? “Take me…”

“Oh, baby I’m going make you cum so hard you’re not gonna remember how to speak.” 

At that, Jimin’s mind goes into a frenzy as he tries to raise his hips to be closer to you but you stop him.

“Have a little patience, baby.” You kiss down his neck as you nip and bite at the spot that makes him lose his mind. He’s so close! So, so close and he doesn’t know what to do. “Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart, and keep them there.”

He practically sits on his hands and when you deem him ready, you make quick work of grabbing his cock and lining it up with your wet cunt. He waits in anticipation once you make eye contact, his mouth falling open the moment you take all of him. You sit briefly, eyes scrunched close and listening to his soft pants.

“You fit me perfectly.” You moan, seeing Jimin with tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

“You feel so good,” He softly sighs, feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. With how much you’ve edged him, he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last but he wants to try to last as much as he can. “I-I’m ready…”

“You’re so soft, baby.” You pepper kisses all over his cheek and jawline that he closes his eyes to accept. The feeling of being so loved by someone that it’s making his heart want to burst from his chest he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t wanna do anything but you. “You look so pretty.”

“Only pretty for you.”

“Yeah? No one else?”

“No one compares to you, mommy.” His face falls into the crook of your neck as he whimpers at the feeling of him bottoming out inside you. “Oh god…” Jimin sighs, nails digging into his wrists as he tries his hardest not to touch you no matter how much he wants to. “M-Move, please.”

You’re slow to rotate your hips, loving the way his cock drags against your walls. He’s so thick that he fits you so snug and the way your walls clench around him has him almost blowing his load.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, baby.” You lift your hips before sitting on his cock to begin rocking back and forth. You roll your hips and he can feel the way your pussy clenches against his cock.

“Touch. ‘Wan touch. ‘M so c-close. Please!”

“Go ahead, Petal.” You smile and when he grabs you by the waist, you can’t help but pick up your pace. He can feel your breast drag against his chest every time you go up and down. The skin to skin contact feels so good, it makes him feel like he’s on fire. His body burns from the intensity of your movements. “Feels good?”

“So good.”

Jimin squeezes your waist as you let out a moan. You find yourself wanting to kiss Jimin as you press your lips into his. It starts slow and soft, before pressing harder and pushing your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back eagerly as your tongues intertwine. Deep and passionate. The sounds of the couch scraping against the wooden floor is like nails to a chalkboard the more you continue to ride him but his moans outweigh it.

You smile into the kiss as his eyes flutter shut. He is savoring the moment. 

"I'm close. Again. Close so close..." He whines, unable to keep up with the feeling burning in his stomach. He feels like he's about to explode with pleasure. He's dropping further and further into his sub-drop as he clings to you harder. He holds you as close as he physically can but you know it's not enough for him. He's going to need more and you're going to give your baby what he wants.

"You're almost there, sweetie."

"Please..." He can feel your hand between your bodies, no doubt going to play with your clit to help you cum. He would help but he’s so lost, he’s not sure if he’ll be much use. “Cum… with me?”

"Mhm, Stay with me, honey."

"Please, Please!" He's breathless, nails digging in your back as he's lost in fucking himself in your pussy. You moaning out that your cumming only fuels his fire. He’s coming in hot behind you. "Cum... Cum... I'm-"

You feel his warm cum seep into you the moment it happens as you let him finally  ride out his orgasm. He shudders before whining about being sensitive and wet.

"Fuck..." His eyes roll to the back of his head and for a second, you can't help but feel a surge of pleasure ripple through you. You take a deep breath and smile, feeling satisfied and pleased. You reach a hand up to brush his hair back from his face and kiss his forehead. He's still before slumping against your chest, exhausted. You wrap your arms around him, feeling your heart swell with so much love.

"Jimin.” You hold Jimin's face, and seeing the look of relief that washes over his features makes you feel a sense of love. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Feeling good?"

"Feeling great." He reassures you, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. He grabs your arms to get you to wrap them around his waist. You can feel him grin against your neck, mimicking his gesture because that’s all you want for him. “It was amazing.” “Really?”

"Yes.” He squeezes your waist before doing his best to hold you still. “I also wanted to say thank you." 

"For what, my love?" 

“Being so good to me.” Jimin grins as he throws his arms around your neck to pull you closer. You fall against his chest in a fit of laughter but he knows it’s not in a fit of mocking. 

“That’s all I want to be. You deserve the world Jimin and I plan to give it to you.” You bring your hand to his cheek to caress as he melts into your embrace. He knows this but hearing you say it makes his heart flutter even more. “Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise, baby.”

He nods, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. He feels as if he’s on cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down. 

“Baby look at me.” 

He leans back to look at you with a lovesick smile. He’s drunk off you and quite honestly, it’s the best feeling in the world. 

“You’re so pretty.” You smile back, finally feeling him soften inside of you. Do you want to get up? No not at all but when you check the time, you realize you’re going to be late. “Baby, we should get up.”

“No!” He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you still. “You’re so warm. Don’t wanna leave…”

“We’re going to be late.”

Jimin whines, uncaring of anything other than loving you. You know when he gets like this, it gets hard for him to come back without the proper coaxing. So Instead, you lean into his warmth, holding his head into your breath as you hear him release the breath he was holding. You play with the hair on the back of his neck and there’s a moment where all you want to do is stay here in his arms. 

“Baby?” You lean back to kiss his forehead as he looks at you with nothing but love sparkling in his eyes. “Do you wanna just stay here? We can order takeout.”

He nods and well, you know neither of you are going to get up any time soon.

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[bucknastysbabe]

I can have an aegon ii crying and whining (love to see that man cry) because he knows you're going to break up with him....

I hope this is alright, thanks for the request. Xoxo

Rating: Mature

Tags: TW//Alcohol abuse, addiction, verbal and emotional abuse, alcoholic/addict Aegon, codependency, description of DTs, break-up, man tears, modern!au, sorry I projected my alcoholism on this, man tears whiny pathetic babykins

A/N: Sorry Anon if I took some liberties, I felt this as a good reason for him to be crybaby. Alcoholic projection gets me ass sometimes

“No-nononono!,” Aegon cried from behind you.

You poured the last of his bottle out of the sink. The fucker had hidden the booze in your boots. Your boots. After boldly claiming he was sober, clean, and going to meetings. Alas, here you were again, Aegon whining and begging once again. Cycle of insanity as that blue book he owned said. Fat tears leaked from his wide orbs, lips trembling, face blotchy and red.

“You lied to me!,” you barked.

He tugged at his hair, big violet eyes fixated on that precious liquid going down the drain. Aegon whimpered, “Stop. Stop it! I’m sorry, I- I- I won’t do it anymore! I hid it for an emergency!” He sobbed as you placed the now empty bottle onto the counter.

This was on and off for what felt like the entirety of the relationship. It was fun at first— party Prince Aegon Targaryen. You two would go all night. You began to grow tired of the non-stop celebration. He’d keep going, snorting in the bathroom, taking something to sleep, leaving to hang out with the ‘bros’. Always had a reason to have something in his system.

You didn’t know if he had ever cheated. It felt he cheated on you with the bottle— ‘his baby’ he so fondly referred to alcohol one time. He had to take an extra semester only to land on academic probation. You graduated and got a job, got a place with Aegon. Upon moving in you expressed your feelings about his habits, the blonde apologizing and swearing he’d be on the straight and narrow.

Your stupid simple heart thought he would change, the little oath he made would settle Aeg some. He did at first, snuggling down for movies, grandiose gifts, and dinner for two with one cup of wine. Looking back on Aegon’s behavior he was too settled— a little hazy, forgetful, coming in and out of the world. Checking his bedside drawer that night explained the situation. Bars upon bars of Xanax in a bag. Something to quell the annoyance of being a real boyfriend.

That was a big fight. You ‘broke up’ with him on the spot. Aegon immediately burst into sobs, crying and promising to do better. No more pills. You believed him, again, the fucker even charmed you back into bed. ‘Making love’, holding hands as he filled you up, promising and apologizing. Sorry sorry sorry.

It’s about all he could muster anymore with you. Sorry.

You swallowed a sob and warbled, “You keep saying you’re going to change Aegon! It never happens! Here were are again, finding your little lies all over the place. You need help! Sorry doesn’t change shit baby. I’m done, I’m done with this. Do you even think about my feelings?”

He whined in distress, walking over and dropping to his knees. You let your sick baby cry into your stomach, arms wrapped tight around you. Sighing heavily you pet his white hair, nose wrinkling at the booze coming off his skin, the sink, everywhere.

He looked up with reddened eyes, pretty lips trembling as he begged, “You’ve got to help me, please, I can’t stop. I don’t want to lose you. Don’t leave me alone, I-I’m scared.” Every part of your body wanted to believe him. The trust had been long shattered like the bottle he threw at the wall one time— smashing it in a drunken rage.

“Why can’t you just piss off and let me do my thing? Fucking ball and chain!”

Aegon whined your name some more, gripping harder. He whimpered, “You won’t leave me right? Right my love?” You looked away and wiped a tear. He clung harder, sobbing, “No, please love, puh-please, no.” Wrenching free from the grip you shook your head. He tried to grab again, you stepping backward with a hand up.

“No Aegon. You need to seek help. For yourself, not me. I’m done. You’ve hurt me enough,” softening your tone you added, “Baby, you’re very very sick. You’ll die. Make a choice.”

He looked disgustingly sad and pathetic on his knees, hands wrenching at whatever was available. Aegon’s brow furrowed as he hissed, “So you’re like the rest— just leaving me.” You sighed in pity, running a hand over your brow. This was getting harder by the second, the damn man wearing you down to a nub.

“No Aegon. You made them leave. Pushed all of us away on your pursuit for, for, whatever you’re seeking inside.”

He warbled, “Don’t say that.”

“Just go look in the mirror. Call your mother.”

You stepped out of the wretched apartment, Aegon’s wailing filling your ears. ‘Don’t leave me!’ You’d break down later. It felt like a gaping wound settled in your chest. You idly wondered if Aegon felt like that— needing to fill the pocket with anything that didn’t make the blonde feel like himself.

Aegon stared in the mirror, puking after a short gaze. He hated what stared back at him. Hated everything really. Now he had nothing to suck on to take the pain away. No baby to coddle him, his baby, who he used and abused like everything else. Aegon sniffled and wiped his mouth. Leaning on the wall in front of the toilet he dialed his mother's number. Straight to voicemail.

“Hey Mom. I need help. Like, put me somewhere help.”

He frowned at how worn down and whiny his voice sounded. Whatever. What did he have left anyway? A future? Maybe. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling the inevitable shakes begin. There might be a hidden spot up in the fake fireplace. The prince would get it when he’d start shaking enough to lose the ability to walk.

[harunayuuka2060]

Diavolo: Barbatos! *looks excited* I found her!

Barbatos: What do you mean, young master?

Diavolo: Nanny! I found nanny!

Barbatos: ...MC?

Diavolo: Yes! She's in another kingdom not far away from here and she has accepted my invitation to come!

Barbatos: She's just... in another kingdom?

Diavolo: Why do you look confused, Barbatos?

Barbatos: Because if she's just near... Why haven't I heard from her for such a long time?

Barbatos: Are you sure it's her?

Diavolo: I had Lucifer helped me in searching for her. There's no way we would be mistaken.

Barbatos: *smiles* If that is the case, then I must prepare everything to welcome her.

Lucifer: Are you nervous?

Diavolo: No...

Diavolo: Maybe a little.

Lucifer: Pft. Yeah. It's obvious. And what's that camera for?

Diavolo: Oh! It's Nanny's camera. The one she used often when taking photos of me.

Lucifer: You're going to show off those baby pictures, huh?

Diavolo: *chuckles*

Little D's: Lord Diavolo! Our guest has arrived!

Diavolo: Quick, Lucifer! Is my necktie good?

Lucifer: You're not even wearing a necktie.

*the door opens*

*MC walks in together with the former palace servant assisting her*

The palace servant: Miss, this way. *seems to tap their fingers gently on her hand*

Lucifer and Diavolo: *are stunned*

Diavolo: Nanny...?

Barbatos: *is done talking with the palace servant* I see... I'll relay the message to the young master.

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: What happened to her, Barbatos?

Barbatos: She couldn't see and hear. But her sense of touch is strong so... We can still communicate with her by touching her hand and letting her feel the vibrations of our voice.

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: *takes a seat in front of MC and carefully sits down*

MC: ...

Diavolo: *slowly slides his hand in hers, holding it firmly*

Diavolo: Nanny... Do you still... remember me?

MC: ...

MC: *seems puzzled* *squeezing his hand lightly*

Diavolo: *squeezes her hand back* It's me. Dia.

MC: ...

MC: Dia... My prince.

Diavolo: *slowly nods* *tearing up* Yes.

MC: My prince... My prince... *her lips curled up into a smile*

MC: You've grown up.

Lucifer: *is on the verge of crying while watching them*

Barbatos: *also stood there, trying to keep his silence, not wanting to interrupt them*

Diavolo: Nanny... What happened to you? *pulling her hands close to his face*

MC: *felt his tears on her fingertips* Are you crying, my prince? *chuckles* Don't tell me you're still a crybaby?

Diavolo: *hugs her* Nanny...

[darby-rowe]

am i crazy or is like university / academy! coryo truly… the biggest sub… like sorry. but he just is,,, idk what caused this thought but feeling like those werewolf memes this night over a man. A FICTIONAL ONE NONETHELESS. all because he has such pretty watery eyes like … godddddddd. someone sedate me please 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

18+ | nsfw | mdni

anon i can assure you that u are NOT crazy. bc in my mind academy!coryo is a switch in the sense that his hormones further drives him into dominating the everloving SHIT out of his partner. while him being lowkey a crybaby would make him soooo easy to just… melt within ur hands and make him do whatever u say 😩🙏💕

theres just something about those wet baby blue eyes and those princely blonde locks that makes me want to peg him until he’s sobbing from cumming too much and calling me mommy over and over again OH MY GOSH WHO SAID THAT……..

[tinytinybumblebee]

ack thank youthankyou for being ok with getting these hcs!! It’s just a long ask is all and I didn’t wanna like. Destroy your inbox and I also don’t really wanna come off anon to do a submission because my softness for agere is something I’d rather keep to myself, people can be nasty about it :( but yeah here are some of my bby astarion hcs!!

• Regresses from 3 months to 2 years

favored nicknames include little star (since that’s what his name means and all), prince/little prince, starshine, starlight, and ofc the classic baby boy

teethes like a baby shark in that he must investigate everything with his mouth! If he’s feeling especially little as well he’s not good at asking his cg for much of anything so if he’s hungry he’s going to be nibbling at them and whining all the while. Pacifier very necessary with him, he definitely needs a clip so he never loses it

I play by the rules that vampires can better pass for living people the more well-fed on blood they are and having enough blood reactivates some body processes like warmth, a false heartbeat, breathing, and digestion for nonblood things so basically what I’m saying is if he has enough blood in his system he can have some normal baby treats. He likes bottles of milk with vanilla and honey, and all kinds of red berries mashed up for him to enjoy, like strawberries, raspberries, cranberries, etc. Those are his favorite treats:)

Some little ones encourage their cgs to discipline them but astarion is not one of those. No discipline, please, just give him a stern-talking to, he’ll get so upset at anything else

Because he’s astarion with his massive ego no matter how much he trusts someone he represses his tiny side a lot and is pretty embarrassed about it, but the right actions from his designated cg can make him drop like that.

Picks one designated cg and that’s it, no one else. Will pitch a fit if separated even for a moment

He likes to be held, cuddled, anything that has him close to his cg. Rocking him is an instant happy boy.

Some little ones never say anything about needing a diaper change and must be checked constantly. He is NOT one of those little ones. When he has an accident it will be known, he hates how yucky it feels and will immediately start whining and crying

He’s a big crybaby but he recovers fast. Usually it’s just when his cg pushes the right button then bam tears stop instantly.

Doesn’t really do toys, he doesn’t get them… he just wants dada/mama. The things he does like to play with are his blankie, his one special stuffy (a floppy white bunny) and puppets and rattles if his carer is waving them at him

Brush his hair, give him baths, button his clothes, dress him, change him, ultimate sign of trust because of his horrible background is when he lets his cg interact with his clothes, especially undressing him. But it takes time to get there, such as the first few times they had to give him a bath he shrieked like a banshee but was distracted with words of reassurance and kisses

Loves to be praised!! Call him a brave little boy or tell him how pretty he is or how happy he makes you, he will be such a happy boy

Giggles+wiggles!! When he’s happy he squirms and giggles and babbles, oh boy does he babble, little Astarion and big Astarion have one thing in common and it’s that they’re soooo chatty

Must be held at all times and NEVER to be left alone. Especially while sleeping, waking up without his carer in arm’s reach is a one way track to meltdown town for good reason

Must be the most precious, delicate and adorable thing in the room at all times. Will also never willingly share his carer.

Big Astarion hates being coddled but baby Astarion? coddle coddle coddle, must treat like he’s made of glass

When he’s big he will deny literally everything that happened when he was little but rest assured he treasures every last minute of it.

Grabby hands all the way! Grabby hands at everything he wants… most of the time that would be mama/dada

Doesn’t like reminders of his vampirism when little, just whatever is instinct to him but he doesn’t like thinking about much else

Loves aaaaaall the little gear. He is not the type to want to regress with whatever is lying around, he wants all the diapers and onesies and strollers and what have you, whatever keeps him as removed from his adult life as possible

That’s just some of what I have!! I’m so sorry for this absolute monster of an ask, your blog just inspires me so much I’m such a big fan <33

WAAAAAAA oh my goodness these are absolutely phenomenal aaaAAAAA 🥺💖💖💖💖 rotating these in my mind forever now!!!

Thank you so so much for sharing these😭💖 Bby Astarion deserves all the coddling and loving praise aaaaAAAAAAAAA

[absolutebl]

10 Favorite Moments of Snark in BL

This one came is as an ask from the lovely @solitaryandwandering and there are tons of options so I just picked some of mine and labeled them top 10. I reserve the right to change my mind if a remember better.  

Quite a few of these came from truly terrible BLs, I wonder if that has to do with me remembering them. Like they stood out as moments of delightful charm in a sea of sewage? 

1. Just talk!

Ae getting annoyed with TinCan in A Chance At Love. 

Of course it’s MAME first, but the idea of her using one of her most popular characters (whom she fucked over) to criticize miscommunication as a narrative driver (which is her fucking calling card) was just the ironic poop version of a chef’s kiss. (Sorry, I don’t know how else to put it.) 

2. Saucing out of jealousy 

Let’s just get MAME out of the way, shall we? Type (in TharnType) is an absolute banger at the pithy quip in a very agro way and I love a lot of his lines. I mean calling your lover “crybaby” when you finally tell him you love him? Epic snark. Also the “you can finally stop complaining about us” to Techno is so good. 

But my personal favorite, hands sown, is the throwing a sauce bottle. Talk about product placement. (Although said senior’s snarky, “It’s fun to see a big baby agitated” about Type, was also pretty darn great.) 

3. I’m so gay 

In Rainbow Prince, the fact that Art’s focused pursuit is patently obvious and his subordinates are still careful about it was just really funny to me. It reminded me of my youth when friends got surprised when I came out. Don’t get me wrong, my coming out was perfectly serviceable at the time, but also the ones who were surprised I was like... 

4. Ate the phonebook

Bright in SOTUS (played by Off) is a wonderfully snarky character. I love the way he is self deprecating about being a bad student, even in front of his juniors, and the time he leads them in prayer? So funny. 

But my favorite is his one shot “Did he eat the national register” when Kong is showing off his memory for names in one of the hazing sequences. 

Shout out to the one I do have a screen cap of, this from SOTUS S: 

Like serious moment of scripted brilliance. 

Ah me, back in the days when most Thai BLs had really good scripts.... 

5. Goodnight, you fucker

Kao’s fandi-way in the Kiss series. 

This is a linguistic one. It’s just I already had grocked the notion of fandi na as being a cute thing couples use with each other (kind of like “sweet dreams, please?”) to see Kao make this super rude when Pete is begging him for it, is so much THEM, their dynamic, it’s particularly snarky and on character. 

Also, you know me, i had to pick a linguistic one. 

6. Rome getting his own back

Rome in Puppy Honey is such a sweet soft character but also so much owning his own identity, and so steady about it. It was just really fun to see him get one up on Pick. 

Even if they both know it’s actually a compliment. 

Also should out to Porsche’s moment of quip, “I enjoy this scene a little too much” when he catches his bestie rolling around in paint with cute boy. 

7. Invitation? 

Tian actually has quite a few moments of snark in Tale of a Thousand Stars. (”You know how to sweet talk now?’). But honestly this is a phrase I use constantly IRL so I was just happy to see it show up in a Thai BL. 

8. Just alpha bitch bitching it up 

Look is this level of confrontation actually considered snark? I don’t know but Miriam’s defense of Chon in Tonhon Chonlatee is epic. Top level. It’s a real pleasure to watch a female bestie take out an evil femme fatale machine-gun style.

Yes there are others, the bffs (best female friends) in Together With Me and Dark Blue Kiss spring to mind. 

9. Calling out the industry moments 

There are quite a few of these, and a BL that is already bad and full of tropes has to be careful because they are reviewing themselves badly. And yet they do it anyway. This example comes from one of this year’s worst, My Secret Love: 

Our Days has 

“Can I love you, my tsundere” 

“This year so many Y series came out”

“I think the script writers are at fault” 

“Your acting skills suck”

all of which come off as more rich and inappropriate than snark in such a terrible show. 

It’s not always bad show tho.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter scene card calling out the “only one bed” trope. 

And in on of the Taiwanese BLs there is a moment where a side character tells on of the leads that “tsundere is so out of fashion” but I can’t remember which show. 

10. Seme subscription service 

Best of the best (IMHO) comes from Korea, who generally specializes in earnest, not snark. But... 

Semantic Error is one of my favorite BL’s because the two leads are nearly entirely comprised of snark. SangWoo’s “if my heart wasn’t beating I’d be dead” was perfection, since it also takes a common trope to account.  

And when JaeYoung is grouchy and says "No lettuce, eat perilla leaves instead” I bark laughed. Also the “oops my hand slipped” after he shot that dart at the drunk asshole in the pub. Both of these also involve physical comedy moments, so they aren’t strictly just snark they're visual gags but still? *kiss kiss kiss* 

But I had to pick seme subscription service as my favorite moment of snark from this series. Because it is both of them, snipping back and forth. 

And that’s it. That’s my top 10. 

Other good ones?

KinnPorsche Pete has a few the time at the table with the minor family and the time in chains when he’s reading a book.

Most of Team’s responses to Win in Until We Meet Again. from “You’re so picky” to “Don’t even think about it.” 

Half of what Pond says in Love By Chance. 

All of what Pure says in My Gear and Your Gown. 

I don’t love Theory of Love but Third’s internal dialogue (when he’s not whining and pining) and his occasionally take downs are pretty darn great.

Adachi’s internal reactions to Kurosawa’s thoughts in Cherry Magic, especially after they are dating. “Everything is so mushy.” 

Akoi’s internal dialogue and self criticism snark in My Love Mix Up. 

TangYi’s “too soft” in H3: Trapped. 

Noh’s “Fine, yes” at the end of Love Sick. Not a snarky character in general, just a wise and sweet one, but at the end, yes, snark. 

NamGoong in Light On Me, the sweetest side character of snark. 

Pretty much all of Mob’s thoughts and dialogue in Absolute BL. 

This post dated mid 2022, not responsible for snark that came after. 

(source) 

[yuumaofc]

//EP. 1: What a Nuisance..

sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀʏ: ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ғᴜɴ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴏɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇsᴏᴍᴇ.. ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴛɪᴇs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ.. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴜɪsᴀɴᴄᴇ.

//TW; Male with a Feminine body, that’s all(I think please let me know in the comments if I missed anything).

MC’s POV

BRIIINNNGGG!!

Ah, there goes the bell signaling the end of school for today. Although I won’t be leaving like all the other demons, I’m going to the student council room. I wonder what trouble will be happening today, somethings always happening when a meeting is called. I did happen to overhear Lord Diavolo’s conversation about another possible exchange student. Oh boy, the sounds of a pile of hazardous possibilities I can hear from beyond the horizon. Let’s just hurry and get this over with.

Lord D- “Ah! There you are, MC! My beloved human exchange student! Please hurry! They’ll be here any moment now!”

‘They? Hmph, is there going to be more than one? What a nuisance.. And where are the brothers? I thought this was supposed be a meeting.’

My thoughts were interrupted by a certain future seeing butler that is ever so loyal to the crown prince of Devildom.

Barbatos- “My lord, I believe it is best to keep your excitement to a minimum as we do not want to scare off the new comer.”

‘And so I stand corrected, there is going to be a new exchange student..’

Lord D- “I suppose you are correct, Barbatos! But I’m afraid that I might not be able to as I am fairly eager to meet the new student!”

MC- “Lord Diavolo, if I may interject..”

Lord D- “You may speak, MC.”

MC- “Why do I have to be present if the brothers are not?”

Lord D- “Well that’s because they are not very well needed as of now, they know about the new exchange student but they do not need to be present as we have you to show them the ropes!”

MC- “I see.. sigh”

Tup tup tup.

All three of our heads shifted over to the sound of foot steps clicking then suddenly, a portal opened up and a figure appeared.

Their body was quite feminine but there’s no details on them being a female so maybe they were possibly a feminine boy?

???- “H-hello? Where am I?!”

Oh my devildom.. How troublesome. Their panicking as of now, but it’s a reasonable reaction. If I were to be walking around one day then I suddenly show up somewhere facing three unfamiliar faces then I’d surely panic too.

..That happened to me when I first arrived here, dear lord help me.

The new student, in their(newly acknowledged feminine male but who knows) panic, they ran up to me and hid behind my body. They were shaking like a leaf in a harsh wind and whimpering, how annoying.. They’re a crybaby. They had fluffy baby pink hair and wore an off the shoulder light pink sweater with black shorts that stopped mid thigh. They dressed quite cutesy, so I’d have to assume they like cute things like kittens and puppies and bunny rabbits(and let me tell ya, they are some of the most vicious and murderous creatures I’ve ever seen).

Their large baby blue doe eyes were quickly filling with tears from the shock and fear of the sudden change as well as the possibility of never being able to return home to their family and friends.

Lord D- “Ah, please do not be afraid! We mean you no harm!”

???- “T-Then why am I here..? And what is this place?!”

Barbatos- “You are in the place we call Devildom, it is placed right above the seven layers to hell.”

???- “So I-I’m in hell?! B-but I haven’t done anything incredibly cruel! Have I..?”

MC- “sigh.. Fret not, you are not here to be punished. This is, simply to put it, you are here just to stay for a year and attended the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Shorter name is RAD. You will be monitored and tutored by me until you can catch up with the rest of the students in your classes.”

Lord D- “Wonderful explanation MC! Truly you are ever so wonderful! Why don’t you show around the new student?”

Barbatos- “My lord, are you forgetting something?”

Lord D- “..! Ah! Where are my manners! I am Diavolo! Crown prince of Devildom! This here is my loyal butler, Barbatos! And that one you are hiding behind is MC! Please enjoy your stay here in Devildom!”

???- “I-I’m.. I’m Felix.. please take care of me..”

He’s ever so shy, hopefully he’ll break out of his shell sooner than later so that I won’t have to take care of him any longer. He still hasn’t let go of my uniform either. He’s going to wrinkle my uniform if I don’t get him to let go soon.

MC- “You can let go of my uniform now, Felix.”

Felix- “Ah! M-my apologies!”

MC- “sigh.. this is going to be a long day. Lord Diavolo, where will Felix be staying?”

Lord D- “Felix will be staying with you in the house of lamentation under your supervision until he gets further aquatinted within the Devildom!”

MC- “I see, alright then. Goodbye, My lord. Come on Felix, we have to get there before a lower class demon decides to wreak havoc upon the streets.”

Felix- “O-Okay!”

And with the end of the meeting, we left the council room, not aware of the on coming problems that would soon lead to the failure of Diavolo’s precious Exchange Program.

{A little whiles later}

Felix- “Um.. MC, can I ask you something..?”

MC- “Go ahead.”

Felix- “What is this “exchange program” you speak of..?”

MC- “I had a feeling you’d ask about it.”

Felix- “blushes from slight embarrassment”

MC- ‘He seems to be extremely shy, I might even say he’s either socially awkward.’

MC- “The exchange program is something Lord Diavolo put together to achieve his dream of making peace within the three realms, to put it short, simple, and give you the basic information of what the Exchange program is.”

Felix- “Oh, that sounds really cool!”

MC- “You can say that.”

Felix- ‘MC is so cool! They talk so sophisticatedly!’

Felix- “Um, MC?”

MC- “What is it now?”

Felix- ‘Ack!- So Cold! (╥ ﹏ ╥)’

Felix- “So, how long have you been apart of the program?”

MC- “Why?”

Felix- “B-Because Lord Diavolo seems to be so fond of you! A-and he called you his precious exchange program s-so I was just wondering! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞”

MC- “Hm, you are quite amusing.. I’ve been apart of the program for about a year now.”

Felix- “Oh, okay..”

MC- ‘Hm, did I say something wrong? He’s gone quiet. How strange, he seems to be so talkative when he was just ever so shy earlier..’

Felix- ‘Wahh! MC is so cool! I hope we get to hang out more often!’

You can see the animated flower aura pouring out of him at this point.

//

Hope you guys liked this as it is my first time posting in a long time. We’ll get to the angst when we get farther into it so I guess you can say it’s a slow burn angst?

Edit: YOOO WE GOT A TAGLIST OF ONE :D comment if you wanna be tagged even tho it’s ass LMAO

@books-and-catears

[ramonag-if]

I play two main MC here (Rahn and Helena) and i'm so sure Rahn going kill Salyra after he know what she do to Prince Irus because he was overprotective to Prince Irus so much. He also courting with Queen Elora so i'm sure he going be protective to her from her mother too (i'm sure Rahn and Queen Elora going make 'Our mother ruin us' group for sure) Rahn and Salyra have a bad relationship already so Salyra hurt his best friend (Prince Irus) it make he going to burn her with his divine power faster but it turn out Rahn have a good relationship with Rana (i was headcanon Salyra replace Rahn because he look like Rana so much his personailty was like Rana when he still young too before he turn into angry issue man when he with Ahlf. Also Rahn was male name version of Rana too) Rahn talk to Zikar that he also want siblings, so Rana finally apper was like his wish become true. Like i said Rahn was angry that Salyra leave so want he meet her again he was blow up at her like Salyra was turn into crybaby already. Funny that Rahn tell Queen Elora that he think her mother was a bitch and when Rahn cry on Queen Elora after he have fight with Salyra, I didn't think Queen Elora going to roast Salyra 😂😂😂 (They are power couple who protect each other from they own mother)

From Helena, I see Salyra as a Helena's wake up call. I confess that when i play as a Helena i was tear up because i feel pity to her even i think she was annoying sometime. When Salyra going to leave her, Helena just agree because she believe in Salyra's word (My other MCs beg Salyra not to go, Helena was only MC who agree) and when Salyra don't come back she feel hopeless she also try to help Ahlf as much she can. Salt Bay destory all her self-esteem that make Helena think she was worthless and deserve to be happy (Thank you to you Salyra) so when anyone hurt her with punch or word, Helena don't care she don't sad, she don't even angry. She just feel numb because she think she deserve it (Helena think she born into this world was a mistake) and she used to it. Helena have a flaws she was selfless to selfless to the point she don't care about herself anymore that make Salyra take advantage of Helena so easily. The scene i was tear up was scenes was scene Helena meet Zikar's family i choose her to be afaid and happy to meet them and when i see Helena still believe in Salyra she think if Salyra have family she going to tell Helena because Salyra want to keep Helana safe (No, she lie to you Helena. That selfish woman just want to fix her own relationship by use you.) And the other scene was when Helena talk to Sargon and Helena think Salyra was hide for danger waiting to come back to her. So when Helena meet Salyra, she was crying like real tear but when she hear what Salyra have done Helena was sad but she also happy that Salyra have new life here, so she try to move on her bad feeling (like alway Helena was happy to the other but not to herself) but it not the same when Helena know Salyra might be the reason war happen that make Helena was distrust Salyra a little bit, she don't fully blame Salyra but it make her feel uncomfortable (same feeling after Helena reading letter that Ahlf used to be Blood Guard's General) and after Helena know Salyra make ritual to make divine power more powerful(even Helena almost lose her hand because she don't believe in god, I'm mean when she still in salt bay she prey to every gods and goddesses but none of them are help her. So she don't believe in god anymore) she still forgive to Salyra and she don't ask her why she doing ritual because she still want to give Salyra a chane to redempt but when Salyra try to blame Anu it piss Helena, it was the first time she stand up to her mother. Helena protect Anu and she tell Anu it not Anu fault (Friendship moment maybe but Sir Oren still be her best friend) so when she know what did Salyra do to Prince Irus it going to be her last straw because Helena courting Prince Irus even she don't babying him much she was protective to anyone equal. Prince might be a few person she share her pain with because he was the one who be kind to her (he dress her wound when she protect him from Blood Guard) they also run away together become trauma buddies (later become lovers) Prince Irus also the only person she share her confues about Salyra's action with (from the other people she said she don't mind or angry at her mother because she don't mind Salyra hurt her) so Salyra hurt the other again (Like Salyra blame Anu from Helena's injury) it going to be her last straw. Helena was rarely angry (she don't angry at Emos) like at all the only time she angry was when she see Morden kill her father and even Helena afaid of Blood Guard she swear she going to take revenge on Morden. I will see if Salyra going push Helena to that point.

Also i choose Helena to be warrior (she main skill was Combat skill) because i want to see if the person who was empathy, selfless and understanding to the other will going to turn into ruthless warrior or she going to hold her own moral code at the end.

Thank you for the detailed views of your different MCs! I'm so happy to see the wide range of characters you've created for your playthroughs. I think there's a wide enough range of reactions with Salyra depending on the way you intend the relationship to go and I can't wait for the upcoming chapters and Part Three where there's going to be a lot more influence on your relationship with her in the way she responds to the MC's actions.

I really need to work on those combat scenes 😅 I feel like I'm not doing justice for everyone who wants to be a warrior and I'm just cringing at the sand thrown into the eyes at every opportunity that I've written fight scenes.

Thanks for sharing Rahn and Helena with me! I really enjoyed reading about them and how they're coping with everything the plot has been throwing at them.

[belltrigger]

Submastober / Submas Sharetober Day 4!

Sharetober Inspiration: Tsukiyomi by King & Prince (2022)

So, like, did @glassesblu and I ever talk about the AU spinoff where ddIngo is in a boyband?

After a ton of improvement and growth and reconciliation, the four Death Train AU lads (Wife Ingo, ddEmmet, Mermmet and ddIngo) finally get to be reincarnated together as a quartet!

ddIngo is the eldest, and he's aware of his attraction to his brothers fairly early on, and through a series of chastisements comes to think he's 'manipulating' his younger brothers. He relieves the pressure he feels by embracing a club lifestyle - he goes out and parties, drinks, and plays around with people. This causes him to put his beloved brothers at a bit of an arm's length, adding in to the distance that later causes the quadruplets to separate. He does not get along with their parents at all, and their arguments push him out of the house more and more often.

Wife Ingo is the second oldest, and is very rigorous with his studies, feeling as though he bears the burden of their parents' expectations. After all! ddIngo is just playing around all the time. Wife Ingo feels disappointment and frustration in ddIngo in equal measure, but it also bothers him because that is still his older brother who is precious to him. He's always doting on Mermmet and ddEmmet, but feels the most shame out of the four about his brotherly love. He is a transman, and more than one person has gotten a bloody lip from ddIngo for trying to say Wife Ingo is not their identical brother.

Mermmet is the third oldest, and mostly goes with the flow of the others. He is a big crybaby, easily getting teary over things that may seem inconsequential to others. Cheerful and energetic, he is the strongest of the brothers. Openly affectionate to his brothers, he is somewhat confused by the idea that they would have anything to hide about how much they love each other.

ddEmmet is the youngest, the "baby" of the group. He's the most emotionally rounded and mature, but is extremely dedicated and protective of his brothers. When he was younger, he realized he really liked kissing with Mermmet, and even engaged in it with ddIngo a few times. When he was younger, he found some of the severe adult stuff that ddIngo was exploring online and saw things he was not emotionally ready for - this is what instigated ddIngo to feel like he was corrupting his brothers.

There's a pretty big fallout between ddIngo and Wife Ingo in their late teens, each saying things to each other that they later regret. Because of the tension, and a few other things, the quadruplets temporarily go their separate ways.

ddEmmet refuses to let that be the end of it, and he's been keeping in contact with Mermmet. In fact, he and Mermmet move in together as soon as they're independent.

Soon, they rope in ddIngo, because he is not fighting with them and in fact misses them very much. Since they last saw him, he and his club buddies have actually taken their love of dancing into a career. Now, he is the front dancer in a quite successful male dance group who perform at various venues. Because it's ddIngo, he's also the 'playboy' of the group, but it doesn't go beyond flirting since he's realized he only wants to be with his brothers.

Mermmet and ddEmmet reveal to ddIngo that they are open to a romantic relationship, and so they become a throuple.

They need to convince Wife Ingo to join them in their loving relationship! ddEmmet comes up with an elaborate plan in order to show Wife Ingo how much they miss him, love him, and want him to come live with them. He has to reign in ddIngo and Mermmet, who are a little more impulsive and want to just go and confess right away!

--~~*~~--

As for the inspiration, I found this band shortly before three of the members left, so that's a little sad! But they were going for multiple years, so there's a pretty big backlog!

The then-center (Hirano Sho) in this song is pretty much what I imagine ddIngo to be like. He puts his whole body into the dance moves! It's fun watching him dance! At first I wasn't super into the video because I don't really like the outfits, but the song's a banger and watching their moves and footwork, it's pretty impressive!

Music link below the read more!

[windblume-wishes]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some cute/funny HCs for Deuce? I’m really sad Deuce never came home when I pulled for his Starry Card….

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣! 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥! ♡︎

It’s a shame that you never got Starry Deuce yet, traveler, but worry not, you still have plenty of time to get him! I wish you the best of luck!

𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

Deuce Spade - Head Canons 

It should be obvious by now but Deuce is 100% a Momma’s Boy, he still even halls her “mummie” when no one is looking.

Deuce still sleeps with a plush chick that he has had since he was a child, he named it Eggbert, or Eggie for short.

His baby blanket was a blue blanket patterned with little pastel coloured chicks. He may or may not still have it.

Constantly keeps in touch with his mum, sometimes even calling her before bed just so he can hear her voice.

Deuce’s pyjamas are patterned with little breakfast dishes, he even has matching underwear for them.

He has accidentally called Trey “Dad” once and got extremely embarrassed because of it.

Deuce has had a Dipper Pines moment and was caught singing “Disco Girl” in front of the bathroom mirror.

As I mentioned, he can sing and when he does, it’s like listening to an angel. If former delinquent, why so angelic??

He sneezes like a kitten.

As a delinquent, Deuce has had his fair share of run ins with the authorities, one time in particular was with a large police dog, a Proxene Shepherd (German Shepherd), he’s developed a fear of those particular dogs.

Deuce has a pair of pink fuzzy slippers, his response whenever he’s teased for them is “Pink is a manly colour!”

If TWST eventually had an English Dub, I can imagine Deuce with a Cockney accent.

Deuce has never, ever, had “the talk” and is absolutely convinced that all babies are made when a stork brings them to the mummies and daddies.

He still believes in Father Christmas, Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny.

Gets awful nightmares if he watches horror films before bed. (Trey grounded him from watching them)

Has a secret stash of candy hidden under his bed.

Deuce keeps a journal, unfortunately Ace discovered it and found that he has a crush on you, dear reader.

Is a huge crybaby when he gets a bad grade and his mum finds out.

He’s the kind to worry about his mum not loving him if he fails at something despite his mum being super angelic and understanding.

Has beaten up a kid for talking smack about his mum.

If he has a bad dream he simply phones his mum and talks with her so he can feel better. Sometimes he asks her to sing to him.

He’s asked Silver to teach him how to use a sword and is surprisingly good at it.

Silver has taught him the rules of being an “ideal prince” just so he can impress you. He’s so sweet with wanting to impress you.

Deuce is 100% convinced chocolate milk comes from brown cows…

[iamdarkness]

Iris

Chapter 1 Letters.

Alfonse x F Summoner/ Alfonse x OC, Lif x F Summoner/ Lif x OC

Bel was summoned to Askr by mistake. Oly is summoned many years later. The ties than bind them are strong and unbreakable and they have to be if they wish to survive and save the men they love, their family and friends and the land they call home.

  A/N: This is an AU. Lif is his own person and much older than Alfonse, but his name was also Alfonse. Alfonse Andreas Viscount of Nibelheilm. Alfonse and Gustav are second cousins which makes him Prince Alfonse’s third uncle?

-Oly. You need to go to sleep. Your father will not be coming back tonight.- A woman said to the 6 year old girl sitting by the window. Her black hair falling down her back in silken waves.

-But mom! I can’t sleep without him.- Wines the child, rubbing at her dark eyes. Her short hair almost as dark as her mother’s.

  -Neither can I sweetheart. I feel much better when he is home, but your father is a very important man and the Prince needs him now.- She looks down at her daughter’s face. Her big eyes water and her mouth forms a pout. She knew her daughter had no notion of the importance a general was to the King. Especially now that the Empress of Embla had married and her husband was trying to invade Askr.

  Her daughter had no idea what war was, nor what it meant for her family. She did not understand her father was not only the Highest ranking General of the Royal Army, but also a great tactician and a second cousin to the Crown Prince Gustav. She only knew her father used to lay in bed with her every night until she fell asleep curled up in his protective embrace. This had been her life until this last two months when her father had been home only a couple of times and arrived home so late she was already asleep; if he even came home.

  Bel could never tell her the truth. She was too young to know the danger her father was in, every time he did not come home. It meant he had gone to investigate some attack in the borders or some report of spies.

  -Would you feel better if I read you his favorite book?-

  -Fine…-Oly says morosely.

  Bel takes the book from the coffee table and searches for the first page. From the yellowing pages of the ancient book a smaller piece of paper falls down. Oly who was now sitting by her side caught it and took a look.

  -Alfonse! Look mama a picture of Alfonse.

  -No darling that is your father when he was 10 years old. He was in fact Alfonse’s age.

  -He looks a lot like Alfonse.

  -Well they are related and I do think it is because of this and because your father is so dear to Prince Gustav that he named Alfonse after your father. I am sure Alfonse will grow up to be as handsome as Prince Gustav.

  -Alfonse is very nice. When are we going to visit them again?

  -Hopefully we visit this weekend. Princess Henriette did ask me to take you. Alfonse has been asking for you I hear.

-I like playing with him and his sister, but Sharena likes to climb up trees and I get scared. Alfonse is always worried about her and he has to go up the trees to save her because she can’t get down by herself! He says that when she was little she was a crybaby and was very annoying mom. I don’t want a baby sister.

-I bet Alfonse does not feel so alone with her anymore. He was a very lonely boy before Sharena was able to play with him.

- What do you mean?

-Well they are only two years apart but Sharena being a girl was kept with his mother and her attendants for a longer time while he, being a boy had his own nannies that took care of him. His parents are always busy too.

-Is that why he almost cried when I told him I slept with papa?

-Gustav used to play with him when he was two or three years of age just as much as Henriette did, but- Bel searched for an explanation to tel her child.Gustav had been more active since he was given the title “Crowned Prince”. His father was giving him more responsibilities every passing day. Henriette had confided in Bel that although the King was still very young he had contracted a disease that was slowly killing him and there was no cure for. For this reason both Henriette  and specially Gustav had had less time to spend actively raising their children. Now with war brewing it was even less likely for the children to see their parents. It was a very sad situation.- Being a King is a lot of responsibility darling. The King is … a father for the whole Kingdom see?

-So he has to share his father with all of us? But I already have papa! I don’t need his father!

-I know honey. You and I are very fortunate to have him. Now go to sleep and think of all the fun things you will do when we visit your friends.

-Yes mommy! I will be very nice to Alfonse so he does not feel lonely anymore!

-That’s my girl!- Bel says and seeing as how the girls is still determined to stay awake, she starts reading the book in her hands. Oly was too young to understand what the book was about, but her father would read some of the passages to her and hearing the words her father used gave her comfort.

Some twenty minutes later Oly was fast asleep in her mother’s arms. Had she stayed awake at least another ten minutes she would have heard the heavy steps walking up the stair and down the hallway. Bel looks down to Oly and then up to the door. As expected the door opens to reveal a very tall man of about 27 years of age dressed in the white and gold of the Askram Army. His dark blue hair fell over his face. It had come out of a simple golden circlet around his head. He was a Viscount after all and the youngest General in resent history. Alfonse Andreas Viscount of Nibelheilm son of the Earl of Nibelheilm in the mountain region of Askr.

Alfonse’s steps softened when he saw his dear daughter asleep in the arms of his beloved wife. How he had missed them these past days and nights on the road.

-Asleep?

-Yes. She was waiting for you but fell asleep some time ago. You can wake her up if you want to or she will be cranky tomorrow.- Bel says smiling.- You spoil her too much.

 -She deserves every bit of spoiling.- He says kneeling besides the two.-I have to go back.

 -So soon? Why? What is going on Alfonse?

  He sighs, makes a motion with his hand for her to wait and takes Oly from her arms. She was so very small in his arms. His beloved was a very short woman and her daughter had taken a lot of her features. To him this was a blessing, since he loved his wife dearly. Ever since he had rescued her from bandits years ago. He knew as soon as he had laid eyes on her that she was not of his world. Her strange clothing and her dark skin,paired with such black hair was something he seldom had seen before. A look from her dark brown eyes was all it took for him to be smitten with her. She was but 15 years of age at the time but her wisdom and personality made her seem older, just as her sense of humor made her seem childish at others. He walked slowly from the parlor to Oly’s room and gently laid her on her bed. He put the covers over her small frame and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.

  -I love you my sweet little “Olive”.- he smiled saying this as the memory of her sweet voice protesting to him that, that was not her name, came to his mind. He sighs in resignation and lays himself by her side. He had missed her being awake. She stirs in her sleep and opens her eyes slowly.

  -Papa?

  -It is fine my little Olive. I am here with you. Sleep.- He cradles her in his arms tenderly.

  Oly smiles and closes her eyes. It takes little time for her to be asleep again. He stays there for a while looking at her sleeping form in his arms. None of his achievements and titles had made him as proud as being called a father. This child was his most precious and beloved work. His masterpiece. Of course he had not done it alone and most of her looks came from her mother, but she was still his and he was as proud of her personality which he had actively helped form as much as the valuable time he has spent teaching her and being actively present in her life. Something rare in Askran Nobility.

  He had his wife to thank for that. When he had learned the way good parenting was done in her world ( which she said not all parents had the luxury to do it.) he was on board with it all the way. He wanted the best for his child. He wanted what he himself did not have growing up. A loving mother and a father who not only visited him once every few months and that only to see if he was behaving and learning his duties. He understood his own father of course. Loosing his wife in childbirth would have been devastating for the Count. He himself was very afraid when his wife got pregnant. It had also been what he thought, the happiest time of his life. It had been so ever since.

  Teaching his daughter to play the violin just like he had helped teach prince Alfonse was as much a joy as watching his wife teach her to draw and paint. He had thought his joy could not grow any more but when his father had started visiting her more often and Oly had won him over enough that he would come and read to her at least three times a week , he thought his happiness was complete.

  Lord Askr had blessed him with such happiness and now it was threatened and he would fight to keep it till the end. He gently brushed some stands of hair from Oly’s face and kissed her forehead again before getting up from her bed and covering her up. He looked around the room sadly. They had traveled to their Summer house close to his cousin’s Summer home. The ancient castle was once thought to be the home of the first king of Askr and the ruins near town were proof that it was most probably true. They had been spending the Summer with his cousin’s family the past three years . Oly playing with the young royals while his wife spend hours researching at the huge library or reading while watching the children play.

  The door opens and Bel comes inside. She kisses Oly on the cheek and turns to Alfonse. He nods and both of them leave.

  Once in their room Bel is serving him a cup of his favorite tea and sits by the table. He sits across from her and takes the offered cup. He looks at the steam slowly rising from the hot liquid and brings it to his mouth, taking a small whiff of the fragrant drink before sipping it. Bel looks at him through her long lashes while she takes a sip of her own drink. She is taking in his worried face and stiff posture. There is a shadow of two day stubble on his ever clean shaven face and dark circles under his deep blue eyes. This worries her. There is something bad going on and he has come to tell her and she knows he will try not to scare her and maybe hide some of the truth and she knows he needs time to find the words to tell her. So she waits for him to be comfortable nought to talk.

  - I need to go back. I have until midnight. -He says after a while. Bel looks at him expectantly.- My father has come to help.

  -Alfonse…what is going on for him to come all the way here ? Did Embla really declared war outright?

  - I wish it was that simple…If it was Embla we could fight and effectively drive them off…

  -What…what do you mean?

  -Bel…my beloved. Promise me you will will leave and keep our daughter safe after I tell you everything.

  - Alfonse of course I will protect her no matter what but you have to tell me what is happening.

  -Please you have to promise me. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you and Oly.

  -I ….Alfonse….I will not promise anything until you tell me what is going on.

  - Fine.- Alfonse sighs. He knew it was not going to be easy. His wife was a firm woman in her decisions.- You probably need to know what we are up against. I know you will not be as afraid as regular people. There was an attack North of here…not half a day on horseback. We thought…We thought that as expected it would be Embla. But what we found was…I could only describe the massacre we found as the bloodiest, cruelest scene I have ever seen. Everyone was dead. Men, women, children…babies…not one was left alive. Whatever had come to this village…they were cruel and effective. Even the soldiers were dead. There were no corpses of the attackers.

  -You mean they did not manage to kill even one of them?

  -That is not the case. There was evidence of struggle. They fought back until the end. The problem is that the attackers were already dead.

  -What!

  -I am afraid…your worst fear has come to be true here in Askr.

  -You don’t mean…

  -In a way. They are not mindless creatures I am afraid. They do no seek to eat the living..Although they do not hesitate to do it neither. We found the door to the real of the dead opened.

  -The…the what? What door?

  -That was my reaction when Gustav and my father told me. They knew the door to the realm of the dead was close by. King Lif build his first fortress close to it to guard it. He knew this would happen and left it written, but time passed and there was no trace of the seal weakening. Seeing as peace went on, the previous kings grew complacent and eventually they forgot about it and moved their capital to the South where the climate was warmer. Gustav who is more of an explorer and Henriette found it, after doing research in the library. They made this their Summer Home so that they could keep on researching and keeping an eye on it. That is the reason they never go to the beach in the Summer and they do not have much time to share with their kids.

  -But why is this going on? Wait…You mean…Isn’t Hel the Goddess of dead in the realm of the dead?

  -Yes. She is the one behind this attack.

  -Alfonse! How on Earth are you going to stop that woman? She is death! What does she even want?…I mean why is she doing this?

  -We are trying to find a way to seal her in again. We believe she wants to end the line of the first King of Askr and Queen Thrasir of Embla. I think it was King Lif and Queen Thrasir, who first sealed her inside. She…she comes for her vengeance and has an army of the dead to back her up.

  -Alfonse…

  -We are conducting an evacuation of the city and nearby towns and villages. It is ….tedious work. Henriette is taking the children to our mountain fortress.I need you to go with her. Our home is the safest place now. We have the advantage that Hel does not know the Summer Palace is no longer the capital. We have the chance to stop her before she reaches the largest cities. She will probably ride North to Embla as well.

  -I…

  -Bel…Promise me.Promise that whatever you hear, you will keep your promise and take our child away with you. If worse comes to worse…My father knows what to do.

  - What would I hear? What do you mean? What is he going to do?

  -BEL. - He looks at her with a serious expression.- Promise me.

  - I promise you.- She says with tears falling from her eyes. She did not want to leave him. Not when she knew his chance for survival was so low. She knew him, and she knew he was going to fight to the end.

  He smiled at her and took her hand in his; taking it to his lips to give it a kiss. Bel is still crying. She gets up from her chair and falls on her knees by his side like a little girl crying her eyes out on his lap. She wanted to tell him not to go. Something in the back of her mind was telling her not to let him go. There was something she should be remembering but could not. She wanted to ask him to run away with her, but she knew not only that he would never abandon his people in need, but she also knew that if someone could stop Death herself it was Alfonse. It was not only her love for him or the knowledge she had of his skills and intellect that fueled her faith in him. There was something inside of her that told her he was the one to do it, but she could not stop herself from worrying about him. She did not want to lose him, and did not want to have her child grow up without her loving father.

  Alfonse was very surprise by this. His wife was not a dramatic woman. She may be childish and playful and cried easily at times but he had never seen her this affected. He pulled her on his lap like he would do Oly and she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crock of his neck.

  He held her for a while and dried her tears with his thumb while he whispered softly how much he loved her. After a while he took hold of her and stood up. He carried her small form to their canopy bed and before placing her on it’s soft surface he whispered in her ear.

  -My beloved Bel. I love you so….I want to make love to you.

  He lay down on the bed with her on top of him straddling his waist. Her face reflected surprise at first. She smiled down at his mischievous smile and kissed him while his fingers made quick work on her dress buttons. He loved how she looked in a dress and knew she disliked them but made an effort to wear them to please him. The truth was that not only did she look beautiful in dresses but they were easier to manage when trying to have intimate moments. Her beloved pants were sometimes a nuisance to his advances.

  Tonight she was wearing that one dress he had got her to match Oly’s. Ones he had gifted them to go on a picnic the month prior. They had gone to the lake at the food of the North Western  mountains that housed their fortress home. His father Lord Andreas Of Nibelheilm had taken time from his very busy life to spend with them as a family. It had been a day that had taken him by surprise, since it had been his father who had suggested it. Both of them had prepared it to surprise the two most important people in their lives.

  He smiles into the kiss remembering the image of his wife and daughter, under the early May sun. Their dark skin contrasting with the light tones of their floral dresses. Her people beloved by the Sun shone in the copper and golds of the most beautiful of metals, while the earthly tones of their intelligent eyes gave depth to their beautiful faces. That day their eyes shone with mirth and delight while they played some of her childhood games, that his father or himself had never had the chance to play in theirs. He had never seen his father so happy in his lifetime.

  -I love you.- He says still smiling and separates enough to look up at Bel’s face. Her face was flushed and her lips swollen by the kiss.

  -I love you too my Alfonse.

  -Have I told you how much I love it when you wear a dress?- He asks with a blush and a shy smile.

  -Only like a couple of hundred times you pervert.- Bel says with a smile and ruffles his hair. He gives a grumble of a laugh against her neck and then gives her a soft bite.- As long as they make you happy Alfonse.

  -Oh I am happy…so happy.- He adds while one of his hands reach under the folds of her dress to get a hold of her panties and lower them. He finds she is not wearing any and looks questioningly at her.

  -I came prepared. - She says smiling smugly and winked at him. Indeed she had prepared. She knew if he was going into danger she was going to give him the best night she could give him, just like she had done other times. She then would make him promise to return.

She had prepared for war with Embla, but she had not counted on his bad news. They were as bad as bad news could get but, if someone could return from such endeavor it was her Alfonse. She had that much faith in him.

  He blushes and bites his lower lip in that cute way he does. He then takes the lower part of her dress and raises it up. Bel raises her arms to help him slip it off. She is wearing nothing underneath. She looks down when she hears an intake of breath to find his mouth parted and his tongue coming out to lick at his lips.

Before he has the mind to do something other than stare at her naked breast and the dark curls of hair shadowing her womanhood; Bel sets her hands to work on his uniform. He is not wearing the armor he used in battle, only the uniform used in meetings and regular work. He had taken the white and gold jacket off and only the royal blue shirt is in her way, so she opens it up. Alfonse who had been caressing her hips and back, rises himself to kiss her. His kiss is hard and demanding. He has the mind to flip her over and trap her in with his body, but he loves how she looks when she rides him.

The first sexual fantasy he ever had featuring her, had been when he was teaching her to ride a horse and he could see her breasts bouncing to the horse’s trotting rhythm. He was not a womanizer nor some pervert to be looking at women’s breasts. He was at the time, already a commander and he was in charge of many female subordinates and had never been untoward to any of them. Yet that sunny day watching her laugh happily at her achievement had made him feel something he had never felt before.

He had fallen in love with her almost at first sight eight years ago. He had known he wanted to be the one to protect her and keep her safe. That was the reason he was teaching her to ride and fight after all. He knew this, but never had he felt such strong desire hit him so violently before. The unbidden image had flashed in his mind of her naked breast bouncing in equal rhythm to her hips. Raising and falling on his manhood while his hands roamed her body and his mouth kisses that small pouty mouth. He imagined the feel of her warm , wet core surrounding him.

He had been so flustered by the image that he entered into a momentary panic. He had been so afraid of her finding out just how hard he had gotten by that thought of her; he had to excuse himself pretending he had forgotten he had a meeting. Ever since that day it had been torture to be around her and not let her know how he felt.

That desire had never lessen. He still wanted her and loved her the same. At his moment he was battling with himself. One part of him wanted to take her already. He wanted to stop the ache of being so long without her touch and bury himself in her soft embrace. The other part wanted to make it last and savor the flavor of her love like it was the first time. He wanted the moment to last a lifetime and forget he had to leave. So he decides to let her mark the pace.

She takes the hint when he takes his hands off of her hips and gestures for her to do with him whatever she wants.

Bel lowers her face to kiss where his heart is and then moves to undo the pants. She gets off of bed to take his clothes off. She climbs back on the bed, all the while kissing his body here and there. Marking each limb, but avoiding to touch his manhood. All the while he watches her, every second more exited than the last. His hunger growing with every teasing touch of her hands and mouth. He raises himself again to meet her kiss midway.

Her teasing has rendered him hard as a rock and he is eager for her kiss. He places his hands on her hips but does not make to move her and when the kiss turns deeper and more heated, he embraces her, cards his fingers through her hair and caresses her back. He can’t restrain himself anymore and reaches under her to find her folds wet and warm. He feels for the small pearl of her clitoris and  teases it. Bel arches her back moaning loudly. He takes this opportunity to bite at her neck. A few more movements and Bel is pleading for release.

-Alfonse! Alfonse…Al…Alfonse…I’m …I’m ready…

- Ready love? So am I …

She backs down and finds his manhood pocking at her butt checks. She raises herself and takes his member and carefully guides it into her entrance. He is big and it takes her a few seconds to lower herself down to take him all in. He groans huskily and arches a little to guide her.

Her movement is slow and steady at first and his hands caress her breasts and legs, but after a while she starts moving faster and her bounces move her breast in that way he has fantasized so many times since the first time. How he loved when his amazon rode him as if he was a wild stallion. He took her hand in his to help her steady herself and with the other took one of her breasts. It was so soft.

-My…my Alfonse! I….yes…I…

He grunts in response and steadies himself with one arm to raise himself and take her lips in a heated kiss. He is fully sitting up now and embraces her to get her to be closer to him. He knows she is close and he himself is close and so he shifts and changes positions. There is a whine of protest coming from Bel and he smiles.

-Be patient love.

-Alfonse! Come on! I need you please!-She says under him now. He takes her hips after uniting himself with her slowly and starts moving. He knew this way she would feel more pleasure. Sure enough she moans loudly and arches her back. He moves faster and his rhythm grows more erratic. He feels so close now and some moments later he feels her walls pulsating around him.She wraps her legs around him and he is reaching deeper than ever. He feels himself give in and whispers her name at the same time she moans his.

-My Bel…my soulmate…I love you.- He says moments later still reluctant to move. She has taken to massage his back in soothing circles.

- I love you too. - He can heard her whisper . He moves a little downward to be leveled with her face and kisses her. Sweetly and slowly. When he retreats, he takes a long look at her. He does not wish to go but it is almost time to do so.

 -Go to sleep a while dear.- He says in her ear. He is holding her from behind. She fits so smugly in his embrace.

 -I can’t sleep when you are not home. -She says and he knows she means she will be having nightmares. Se always does when he is away. He knows because even the servants tell him about how she looks like she does not sleep when he is away and how restless she becomes. His wife in not a nervous person, but she does worry about him a lot.

-I will be back I promise you.

-I will hold you to that promise.- She says softly and kisses his hand. He kisses the top of her head and then moves to kiss her neck. She makes a humming sound. She knows what is coming. Sure enough she can feel the hand she is holding leave her own to massage her breast.It travels down to fund her wet folds and started playing with them while Bel writhed in his arms from pleasure.

-Mmmmm….Alfonse…

-Darling you are so sweet…- He was telling her sweet nothings in her ear and biting her neck. Her moans were turning him on again and Bel could now feel his hard member close to her butt cheeks.- Are you ready for me darling?

-Yes…I ..please!..please Alfonse…Take me please!

-I need you too Love.- He takes her leg and lifts it a little. She held it up for him and bent over to let him have better access. He takes her and starts moving holding her by the hip while both lay sideways.

-Alfonse! Harder …ummm…harder!- She was asking and he happily complied. He needed her so much right now. He did not like manhandling her but she sometimes asked him to be more forceful than he would have believed he would like…except he did like it too. He loved it in fact when she moaned loudly for him and praised him for his efforts. He knew there would be a little bruising in the morning and she would smile at him and tell him it was fine and that she was more than fine and that he had done great.

-You like this love? You want more?- He says in his husky voice.

-Yes! Yes ! Harder!! OH GOD Alfonse you do it so good….I..aaahh!

She had not lasted much after all the foreplay and he also reached his limit when he felt her clench her core around him.

-I love you Alfonse…

-I love you too Bel…

They told each other still holding on to her hip. She turned her face to the side where he caught her mouth in a heated kiss.

- What are you doing? Papa? Are you two fighting?

They heard a small groggy voice coming from the door. Alfonse who was half covered by the bed cover took the blanket and covered both of them as fast as he could. Reluctantly Bel moved from her place to look back over Alfonse’s body.

-We are not fighting baby. We were…writing a letter to the stork…- She says because he is a little speechless and hiding his face in her hair.

-Why?

  -To…ask for a little brother or sister for you to play with.

  -I don’t want a little sister…they’re annoying.

  -Do not worry little Olive your mother only likes to write them. We do not send them.

  -I am very sure that one we actually sent…-Said Bel softly when she feels the come dripping out of her wet opening and made a face. Alfonse passed a hand over his face to hide his blush.

  -Darling why are you out of bed?-He asks.

  -I heard shouts and banging…-Said little Oly. There was a small giggle at Alfonse’s side and a quiet “banging” coming from Bel , followed by ‘sorry”.

  -We were moving the furniture looking for an insect. You know how your mother dislikes them.

  -Oh…Did you get it?- Asked the girl eyes wide in terror and looking around.

-Yes Darling don’t worry.

-Can I have Link? I left him on your bed…He has to go to sleep or he will be cranky tomorrow.-The little girl says. Alfonse looks around and finds the stuffed elf, Bel had made for Oly, almost falling down the bed with his blue eyes staring at them. Carefully not to let the blanket slip, he reached for the girl and gave her the doll.

  -Now go to bed dear.

  -Yes papa.

  -Oly! Oh dear ! there you are!- Bertha a 60 years old woman, came into view and took Oly by the hand, but when the old nanny looked inside she took her free had to her face to stop watching.- Oh. Pardons my Lord! I was getting some tea prepared and she was gone when I came back.- We will be going now.

- It is fine Bertha. Good night Oly.- Said Alfonse serenely like he was not discovered making love to his wife.

-Do not get up again or El Coco will come to bite you!- Said Bel smiling.

-Yes Mama! Good night Daddy!- Oly said before the door was closed.

-She is going to have nightmares dear.- Alfonse said turning to Bel and kissing her hair.

-Eh! Builds character.- She says smiling. He snorts in response.

-I will never understand why your people are so afraid of coconuts. -He said laughing low. He is playing with words in her language. He knows Coco is an evil entity and coco a coconut, but in his mind every time she says “Coco under the bed” he can not help imagining a coconut and Bel being afraid of it. It is a funny picture in his mind.

-Oh! You learn fast! I knew you were an evil genius! Ummm by the way, you saved the night again “ potato”.- She reaches up to kiss him as reward. He smiles at the nickname. He knows “papa” means potato in her native tongue.- And we had an audience. I mean Link saw it all the poor boy. -She giggles again and can hear his rumble of a quiet laugh as well.

-Did we really “sent” that “letter”?- He asks biting her neck again.

-Yep. Very sent. Twice.

-Good.- A kiss.-mmmm… I would like to send another one Madam.

-As you wish My Lord. - The way she said that always gave him chills. It was never with the same reverence his people used it. She always used the title as if it was a term of endearment or in a seductive voice that suggested he could do whatever he wished with her. He gave a husky growl and bit down on her neck smiling. Once she had asked him playfully if he was not an actual vampire since he loved biting on her neck after a particularly heated night. She had to wear high collared clothes for days after. Her dear “Viscount Dracula.” He actually liked the nickname too. It fitted him. He was after all the son of Count and there was dragon blood in his veins. He was the son of the dragon.

He was thinking about that when they heard a knock on their door and a voice calling out to him.

-Lord Andreas. Captain Needa is asking for your presence. He is waiting in the parlour.

Alfonse sighs in resignation.

-Inform him I will be down in ten minutes and send for Njal and Sven to be ready as well.- He says loudly to his butler Frode referring to his two retainers. He looks down to his wife who is hugging him tightly and kisses her head.- I am sorry love. I need to leave. I guess we won’t be writing that letter today.

-It is fine honey. The mailbox was full anyway. - She says smiling but her smile does not reach her sad eyes. She still manages to make him laugh a little. Once upon a time, before he ever met her, he would have never dreamed of making such jokes. Everyone thought he did not have a sense of humor. And he did not. But he had found it when he met her. She was one of the only people he ever joked with, beside his cousin even thought Gustav was just as stoic as himself. She was also the only person who ever dared to joke around with him.

-It will have to do then.- He got up and so did she . He went to wash his face to the bathroom and she went to dress herself and prepare to help him with his clothes. Once they both were ready he headed down the corridor to Oly’s room and found her still awake.

- My little Olive. I have to go. You will take care of your mother for me while I am away?

-Do you have to go already Daddy?

-Yes my doll. I am sorry but I do need to go.

-I promise I will take care of Mami while you are away. You will be back soon?

-I will try to come as soon as I can. You will leave early to visit Alfonse and Sharena. Be a good girl and obey your mother. I love you my little Olive. Remember you are a piece of my soul and I will always be with you.

-Yes Papi. I love you too. Here take my bracelet my mom and I made. You can give it back to me when you come back!

Alfonse looks down to find a blue and gold embroidery thread bracelet. He lets her tie it on his grist, Kisses her on the forehead and gets up to leave.

- Bye Daddy!

-Bye Darling. - He says and closes the door.

 He found Bel outside of their bedroom waiting for him. She motions for him to walk with her downstairs.

-I ordered to make the preparations to leave right away Alfonse. I do not see a reason to stay. Should I send a message to let them know we are coming sooner?

-Good idea. If you can leave as soon as possible it will be a great relief for me. Yes send them a message.

-I will. I promise. I already sent the people to work. I will do Oly’s belongings last so she won’t get scared.

-Thank you love. I knew I could count on you.

- I am here for whatever you need. You know it right?

-I know. Thank you.- He looks down at her and smiles.

They both enter the parlour and the Captain stands up strait in attention and salutes Alfonse and bows to Bel. Alfonse salutes back and Bel give the proper courtesy.

-Sir. General Sir. My Lady. We are ready to ride out. I came to escort you Sir. The guard you asked for will stay to wait for your family. They will take you to the Summer palace to join the Prince’s family My Lady.

-Thank you Captain Needa. Bless you and take care. I will pray for your safe return.

-Thank you My Lady. I am sure we all appreciate the prayers and blessings.

They walked outside to where The horses and the men were waiting; including Njal and Sven. Bel could not contain her tears and even though she tried very hard they spilled down her cheeks. All of these men were going to uncertainty and probably death and there was noting she could do to help except flee and protect her child. These men she knew young and old and many if not all would die defending the people of Askr. She felt such sorrow and felt so powerless. And as much as she tried to be strong for Alfonse she could not bear to part with him. Ashamed she lowered her face to stealthily dry her tears. Alfonse was too astute for that and gave her a last hug.

-Llorona. I gave you my word, did I not?- He says in the tongue of her people. He had learned that some of her words and that particular one was from a song she often sang and he liked very much. Llorona meant “crying woman”- I will come back.- He said and took her face in his hands to dry her tears with his thumbs.

-My Lady. We will take good care of him. You have our word. They will have to go through us first Mam.- Said Mjal. Sven just nodded in assent.

- I want you to come back too! You hear!

-Yes Mam! Said both of his retainers smiling at the same time. They were seasoned warriors both of them and knew that to be trusted with the General’s back was not only an honor to them. They loved the family and it was a great happiness to the to be trusted with his life. The same was for Bel’s retainers. She had been trained with the sword but when Oly had been born her focus was on being a good mother to her and the safety was left to her retainers.

 -I will write to you form the camp. - Alfonse says getting on the horse.

 -Ok Darling, but focus on your task and do not worry about us. I will take care of the rest Ok? Te amo.- She answers sobered up. Their eyes meet and he nods and then gives the order to leave. She watches on until they dissolve in the darkness of the night. She then turns to her trusted servants and they all nod and go inside to finish the preparations to evacuate the premises.

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It took the household an hour to gather the necessary items to evacuate. Oly was asleep when it was finally time to get her out of bed. She was transported in the arms of Bel’s burly retainer Erland. A young man of 18 years, already tested in battle and with a life debt to Alfonse who had saved his life when he was but a boy of 7 years of age working as a stable boy. Aleen Bel’s female retainer was a woman of 20 years of age. Older than Erland but already engaged to him. She had a family life debt with Alfonse’s father and had been raised to be a retainer from age 6 when she sowed skill with the sword and lance.

Erland laid Oly on one of the carriage’s sits, where Bel already was sitting waiting for them and then joined his fiance on horseback. They talked to the family guards and the soldier guards left by Captain Needa to plan their course of action. One set of guards would travel at the front and one at the back each of the would be overseen by each retainer.

They made it as far as the northern outskirts of the city, some miles before reaching the Summer palace, where they would meet with the Prince’s family. There was an ambush waiting for the royal family and they had the misfortune to be the ones to pass by. The Guards fought head on, fighting the onslaught of the dead who were surrounding them by now. They were stuck and there was no going back to the city.

The sounds must have reached the sentinels at the castle and men were sent to help out the group since they have been expecting them. Inside the carriage Bel clutched at a crying Oly. They could hear the shouts coming from everywhere and the carriage was rocking like a boat on a stormy sea. Bel lowered Oly to the floor of the carriage and before covering her with her own body, she risked a look outside through the glass and iron window.

The torches gave out such feeble light against the darkness that only the surrounding area from them was illuminated. Still there was enough moonlight for her eyes, used to see better at night, to make out the dead coming from the forest near the castle grounds. The dead used no archers that she could see or hear apparently, but she still feared projectiles coming through the window or wood.

Outside the guards were fighting relentlessly and the dead kept coming in waves that seemed endless.

-We can’t go back to the city! Let’s try to make a path forward to the castle!- Said Aleen. Her fierce lance working her magic while her dark green hair escaped her braids with the speed of her attacks.

-We should take the Lady and her daughter on the horses and escape to the castle as soon as we can. The carriages will be difficult to defend!- Said one of the Soldiers.

-If you wanted easy; you should not have enlisted! Lord and Lady Andreas would balk at your suggestion to abandon our people! We have elderly in the carriages! Escape if you wish coward! Dishonourable bastard.- Said Erland angrily. His words as cutting as his axe.

- Soldier! When you want to shame yourself, do not drag the whole army with you! If you are afraid get into one of the carriages and wait for the rest of us to make a way for all of us to make it to safety!- Said another young soldier wielding a magic tome and on his back Aleen could see a bow like those the hunters in little villages wielded.The poison green of his magic felling three of the dead at the same time. He spared an icy sidelong glance at the offending cadet with his light gray eyes.- This is what happens when you buy ranks thanks to money and titles…- He muttered. He could not have been older than 18 himself, while the scared soldier looked to be in his mid twenties.

-You! Mage! What is your name soldier?- Asked Aleen.

-Feraht Guerrer!

-See that place at the front where the reinforcements are trying to make way? -Feraht nodded.- Erland and I are able to make our way and meet up with them and help them reach our group. Climb on top of the carriage and defend it with your life! Can we trust you with this?

- On my mother’s name and my honor!

-When you see the opening, order the men to march on! You are in charge are you not?!- Asked Aleen and gave the men the instructions when Feraht assented.

-Yes Mam!- Feraht jumped from his horse and on to carriage. His slim and nimble constitution gave him the agility he needed. From there he could see the opening in the ranks and strike at the dead with ease. He kept an eye for projectiles and for the retainers to give him and his men the opening to escape. His keen silver eyes flashed with intelligence and and determination. No enemies got past his guard that night. He turned to his right to where the front of the caravan was headed and saw an enemy try to cut the horse’s harness. He took out his bow and arrows and hit the dead on the head with it. The chariot driver who was busy himself striking another enemy attack to one of the guards looked back at him and thanked him.

 He saw the retainers signal for him to go and he shouted at the others to start the run. Not looking back he whistled at his horse and held on to the top of the carriage.For a moment he saw from the corner of his eye the color of his horse. He chanced a look and saw the Soldier who had suggested to leave the others take hold of his horse reigns. Their eyes met and Feraht thanked him with a nod.

They entered the castle with minimum casualties.

Once inside Aleen saw Feraht jump down from the carriage top with the same agility as before. Someone touched his shoulder and he turned around to find the soldier whom had taken the reigns of his horse.

She saw the shorter man thank the soldier and retreat to talk at the back. She hoped they would patch up the disagreement. It was no time to be angry with one another when you needed others to watch your back.

She approached the first carriage door followed closely by her fiance and knock on the door. Said door opened to reveal a disheveled Nanny a tear stained Oly and a very pale Bel. Bel came out first. Aleen offered her hand to Bel to help her out of the carriage and Bel took it gratefully to stabilize herself when stepping down the carriage steps. Her legs felt like jelly. She turned to get Oly who jumped to her arms as soon as she could and held tight to her mother still crying. Oly felt hot to the touch. Bel feared she had a fever.

  The rest of the people start getting off the other two carriages as well. Bel looks around as see all the the people moving fast everywhere.

  - Aleen?

  - Yes Mam?

 - Where…- Bel started to ask Aleen something but was cut short by a shout of her name.

 -Bel! Oh thank Lord Askr you arrived safely!- Came the sweet voice of none other than Princess Henriette.

  -Oh Henriette! If I had know I would have left as soon as Alfonse left!

  - We did not even know it! I was just told we are surrounded right now! I do not think we will be able to leave.

  - They were probably waiting for you to leave then. What are we going to do? Do you have a plan? Is Gustav gone as well?

  - He has not come back since yesterday. I was told to prepare and leave by a messenger two hours ago.

  -I see…let us go check with the guards and analyze the situation so we can decide what to do I suppose.- Henriette nods and turns around to give some instructions to the people she is with. Bel looks down to see a very silent Alfonse and clinging to him a very wide eyed Sharena. Bel smiles at them both and proceeds to talk to Oly.- Oly look who is here?- Oly looks up from her mother’s embrace to see both siblings looking up at her. She said “Hi” in a quiet voice, but does not let go of her mother.- Why don’t you go with Nanny Bertha, Alfonse and Sharena while I help Henriette? -Oly looked at her mother and Bel said quietly.- They are probably scared. Be a good girl and entertain them for me?

  Oly looked skeptical for a moment and then she nodded and when she moved to let go Bel let her down. Sharena immediately went to hug her. Bel took this chance to whisper at Alfonse.

  - Oly is very scared and I think she has a little bit of fever. Can you protect her and be sure she takes her medicine? -Alfonse looked very determined and nodded.

  -I will. I promise.- He says solemnly. Bel could not help but feel warmth in her heart at such an outburst.

  -Thank you. -Bel says and kisses him on the forehead. Alfonse’s eyes widen and his cheeks grow red but he smiles.- I appreciate it very much. I know you have Sharena to care for. We will be back soon as we can.- Alfonse nods and proceed to go talk to Oly and Sharena.

  -Gertrude, take them inside to Alfonse’s rooms. I am sure they rather be together right now.- Henriette orders her own Nanny.- I still can not believe Alfonse lets you kiss him.

-Bertha. I will be back as soon as I can. Oly has a fever I think.- Bel says to the retreating woman, who is now checking Oly’s forehead.

-Heh! Well it is not like I asked him. - Bel says and they both start walking to where the Chief of Security is giving orders.- He reminds me of my Alfonse. I wish I could give him a son like him.

-I am sure there will be time for that later.

-As things are playing…I can only wish for him to live, even if I am not bless with any more children…

- I understand you completely. I am sure they will both come back. We will pray for their safe return and their success.

After a while the Chief of security was giving the report from all sides of fortress to the Army Officials while Henriette and Bel listened. They knew that Henriette was not one to hide and that as someone who had traveled a lot with the Prince and knew how to lead would be here to oversee and even help out if needed. On the other hand Bel was not a bad tactician herself thanks to Alfonse and so she wanted to be present and see what she could help out with.

-We are surrounded on all sides. They are not trying to get inside as much as waiting for us to go out…it is a siege. We have tried to send a message but the messenger birds have been killed.

- They were not using archers when they ambushed us…I guess they wanted us alive…Or they let us get inside…interesting.- Said Bel

- I believe so too, although I still can not see the reason.- Said The Army Officer in charge.

- Bait or hostages?- Asked Bel.

-Perhaps.- Says the Officer.

-Most likely.- Says Henriette at the same time.

-Yet they killed the messenger birds… They are biding their time. Isolation until the time is right to move.- Says Bel pondering about it.

-That is true. They don’t want us getting help or reinforcements.- Said the officer.

-Then we only need to hold and prepare for when they are ready.- Says Henriette.- See that some guards rest and form watch schedules. Have them all on call. The household will prepare for a retreat inside the castle if the outside wall is breached.

- That is precisely the plan we were talking about my lady.I will be thankful if you see to food and shelter for the garrison and guards My Lady and prepare a list of all the food in case this situation stretches and we need to ration the food.

- We will do it as soon as possible.

-Also we will need a list of the civilians and a escape route for all of them to get inside the castle no matter where they are if the wall falls.-The Official added.

- Good idea. I will let the Butler know and order him to do it.

Bel and Henriette went inside the castle along with their companions.

-My Lady I will go take a look at the kids and send you my people to help out and I will meet you in the pantries?

-Good idea. Bel tel my children I…I better get going.- Henriette started but changed the subject. Bel just nodded, and turned to walk towards the chamber she knew the kids would be staying at.

-Erland I want you to stay outside and let me know anything you think is of importance. I know they have their messengers but they are all going to Henriette and we may split up and I need to be prepared. Erland you have a good eye for details, you know what I mean.

-I will do it My Lady. You can trust me.- He said solemnly and took off.

- My Lady. I may be out of turn but…May I speak my mind?- Asked Aleen.

-Of course. Go ahead.

-Lady Henriette is usually very …astute and unafraid to speak her mind. It may be the situation but.., She seems hesitant in her actions and command.

- I know. I feel it too. There is something else going on she is not telling us. Something that is making her hesitate or unsure…

-I can question the staff Mam…I am sure with the tensions running high, one of them will talk.

-Do it. I do not think we really have much time…It feels like something is coming…But Aleen…Let me ask you something. Who was the soldier on top of the carriage? He was good with… well I saw him use magic and a bow.

-Ah My Lady That is Feraht. A soldier from the Royal Army. I am not sure of his rank but I know he is probably from the Mountain villages. He seems to be a hunter too. A bit young too, but My Lord asked me to have him close to the carriage at all times.

-I would like a word with the men… and specially him.

-Of course My Lady.

  They both reached the place where the personal guards of the household and the Army guard had been left. They were being put in groups to patrol and rest as told. Aleen and Bel found Feraht still by the soldier’s side talking.

-Listen before you all go to your designated posts I want to tell you something.- Said Bel firmly and loud enough to catch their attention. They all gathered around to listen.- How many casualties did we sustain?

-Two Lady Andreas. They were the first to come into contact with the enemy.

-I see. I thank them and I thank all of you for your brave efforts. I really appreciate it and I know Lord Andreas does as well. My blessings to all of you. We will need all the blessings and luck we can get in this situation. - There was a murmur of thanks among the men and nods of agreement.- I will not keep you. We all have chores to do to keep everyone alive and well. Thank you for your time and thank you again for keeping me and my daughter safe.

A choir of different exclamations followed by bows and then their retreating to where they were supposed to go. Aleen left to question the rest of the staff.

-Feraht I take it?- Asked Bel to the young Soldier with long raven hair. Bel had noticed black hair was rare and very praised in Askr. Indeed this young man was beautiful to behold with his long black hair and his feline gray eyes that shone with intelligence.

-Yes Lady Andreas . I am Sergeant Feraht Guerrer . How may I be of assistance?- Bel saw the older

Soldier move behind Feraht and grab something from the horse and try to tie it around his waist but she still saw the wet stain on his pants. Noticing the direction her eyes had strayed to, Feraht moved to obscure the other soldier from view.

-I just wanted to tell you I am very impressed by your skills. If you were not in the army I would ask you to teach my daughter and be her retainer….Well I actually am asking you to do it. It is up to you to accept of course I am not pressuring you.

-My Lord’s daughter retainer and teacher? I am very flattered My Lady, I am sure there are other more important people and much more skilled to do it.

-My husband had you in the guard for a reason.

-Indeed he did ask me personally to do it. I was initially assigned to go with him My Lady.

-Ah! See? I know my husband well. He asked you to be close to the carriage…I thank the sentiment… but I am sorry too. I wish you had gone with him… if it wasn’t for my daughter…I…can only wish…

-I feel the same Mam…not that I…I mean I am very proud to be given this much trust with his most precious people, but I also know…- For a second Bel could see his age show from under the Icy cold professionalism.- My Lord is Strong and Wise. He will emerge victorious. Indeed I was tasked to be close to My Lady and your daughter too.

-Well. In that case come with me…Oh and your friend?

-Privet First Class Gudrun Von Viera at your service…Although as you can see…. I do not know how much service I can give you.- Said the older male uncomfortably.- I apologize for my behaviour. My Lady. I am unworthy of my spot in your guard.- He had been a Corporal but had been demoted that same night by Feraht for his conduct.

-Private First Class Von Viera was at the first attack in the villages of the North with General Andreas and I. He knows what they can do.

-I have heard the details. Do not feel ashamed. Fear is our natural survival tool and drive, We only need to use it wisely. Only fools do no feel fear.- Gudrun looked up at her face with a thankful expression.

- Thank you My Lady.

-No worries…I was scare shi… I mean I was very scared myself. Still I am more worried about how easily we were let through.- She says watching them both.

-That is exactly what we were talking about Mam.- Said Feraht. Gudrun nodded his assent. After all an enemy that could do what they did in the northern villages, could have easily destroyed them if they had wanted.

-So we are in the same page that something us up huh?

-Yes Mam.

-Good. Private Von Viera rest but keep one eye open and a sharp ear. Let us know what you find out.

-Yes My Lady. I will take care of your horse first Sir.

-Thank you Private. See to it and then to rest.

~*~*~*~~*

 Bel found Oly asleep when she entered Alfonse’s chamber. Toys littered the floor around a blanket on which Alfonse sat propped up by the sofa behind him. He was reading a book while Oly rested her head on his left leg and Sharena lay sleeping as well by his right one, balled up like a baby. It was such an adorable sight.

Bertha, Gertrude and two maids were looking out of the window. When they heard the door open Bertha came to welcome Bel.

-My Lady, I could not pry Oly from his side. I was waiting for her sleep to deepen to move her.

- How are they?

-They looked very nervous. Alfonse got all of his toys to play.- Bertha smiled.- You know how our little Oly is. She soon recovered and took the toys and started playing with them until Sharena started laughing. It did not last long though, since they are very tired so, Oly asked Alfonse to read from her book.- Bel looked at Alfonse and on his hands was the strategy book her Alfonse always read to Oly.

-Poor boy! His leg must be asleep by now.- Bel said smiling and approached the kids. She got on her knees and kissed Oly and Sharena. They both had a very content look on their faces.- Thank you Alfonse. Oly never sleeps like this with anyone else but her father and I. She must trust you a lot.- She said in a whisper. Alfonse’s cheeks colored bright red but kept quiet.- May I?- She asked motioning a kiss. Alfonse bit his lower lip and nods in answer, while his cheeks turned red again. Bel gave him a kiss on his forehead again and saw a hint of a shy smile on his face. Bel Moved Oly to lay on the blanket so Alfonse may be able to lay down as well.

The bed was not big enough for the three of them and so they would sleep on the blanket by the fireplace.

-Rest. I will go help your mother, and come back later on.

-How are things outside? What is mother doing?

-It is all quiet for now. Your mother is just assessing the provisions…food and medicine, to be sure we have enough, until your father and Alfonse come to get us.

-We can use the food in the library.- Alfonse says biting his lower lip.

-What food?

-Umm…- Alfonse looked around to see if the others were hearing him.- I heard Mother saying they discovered some…stairs leading to some basements in the library. There was a hidden library under it and it has a lot of food…I did not hear that…I saw it yesterday when I went inside while my Mother was talking to Father. I think it is a secret…I did not want to get in trouble, but if it can help and Mother does not know about it, you can tell her.

-Alfonse. You are a very brave boy and a very honorable one too. This is why I love you, you know. If your mother says something about it, I will keep quiet, but if we do need it I will explain it to her. Ok? Just don’t go in there unsupervised again. It may be dangerous. -Alfonse nodded.-Let us hope we do not have need of it…or…you said basements. How many?

-I counted four…but…the library kept going like a huge cave. Do you think the people attacking us may reach us in there if we go inside?- (1) Alfonse and Sharena do not know the dead are the ones attacking. They think it is Embla.

-It may serve as a bunker. Alfonse you little genius! You are just like my Alfonse! No. I do not think they will reach us in there. It may turn to be of use. Thank you. - Bel took Alfonse’s face and kissed him again and got up to leave.- Get some sleep. OH by the way…your mother sends her love. - She winks at him and leaves.

Alfonse watched her leave with a bewildered expression and red cheeks. Slowly a smile formed on his lips. He left the book on the sofa and laid down to sleep between Sharena and Oly. He never noticed the watchful eye of the black haired man standing near the windows.

A/N 2: Alfonse Andreas (Lif) lives in in the Nibelheilm mountains that are on the North-Western side of Askr. I named it after the Nibel mountains in FFVII because I am a fan.

[valinorsprince]

You're a crybaby who is too emotionally unstable and inexperienced to be a prince.

“cry. . . baby?” he asks softly, blinking once or twice before smiling and bringing the crux of his finger to his lips. “actually, sometimes I do wish that I could bring myself to cry. a shame, really.”