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hunny-beann · 6 months

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The Coming of Spring

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Synopsis: It is May Eve on Asgard, a Holiday that exists to celebrate love, fertility, and the coming of Spring…

Though, if your lover, Prince Loki has his say in the matter (and he usually does), Spring will not be the only thing to come, nor will it be the only worshiped aspect of this particular eve.

Note: Welcome to the smut fest! For some reason I've found myself up at six in the morning writing this, so please forgive any mistakes I've made while in my horrendously exhausted state. I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Pretty graphic NSFW, vulgarity, somewhat of a breeding kink, and pure unadulterated filth

Word Count: 2,419

There was a rather frantic energy pulsing throughout the room as the palace staff rushed about nervously, not a single set of idle hands to be found in the combined effort to finish the preparations for the afternoon's upcoming festivities in a timely manner.

You blew out a puff of air, already exhausted from the tasks you had completed thus far and silently cursing this day for daring to come at all.

And yet this year, as with every other, the springtime holiday still arrived, the augur of some great change, according to legend, though for you it always meant the same thing:

Waking up at five in the morning to prepare for the upcoming afternoon festival in whatever manner the queen deemed fit for the proper celebration of what had come to be well known Walpurgisnacht, or May Eve, the holiday that brought upon the loud and boisterous worship of love, fertility, and the coming of Spring.

And of course, a day so dedicated to such things was one of pleasant festivities to be certain, and thus you never failed to enjoy it, but even still, your chores weighed heavily upon you as your overworked fingers weaved petals and stems through glistening golden iron.

It had been four hours since you had gotten up to work, and somehow it had felt like an eternity, your hands cramping and begging for relief as the tips of your fingers rubbed themselves raw with duty.

You paused for a moment to yawn into the crook of your elbow, wishing for the one hundredth time within that hour alone that you had gotten more sleep the night before.

Still, it had been a worthy sacrifice, had it not? A little bit of exhaustion today in order to avoid the simmering desire of the realm's younger prince throughout the festivities, or, more accurately yet, throughout your abundant tasks that you had scheduled about your day?

Yes, almost assuredly. You had learned all too well from last year (and the other two before that), that it was rather hard to do such things as wash the finest of the palace's dinnerware with Loki's skilled fingers upon your chest or beneath your dress, after all.

So, if a bit of freedom from your concerns of being dragged off into some dark corner upon every available moment of your dear prince's day came at the cost of you being forced to wake up early while he slept away the previous evening's activities, then so be it.

At least this way, you could know for certain that you still had quite a few hours yet until someone urged the prince to rise, giving you plenty of time to complete at least the preparatory chores before he began his ever persistent search for you.

He seemed to enjoy the game of seeking you out each morning, or at whatever time it was that he rose or found himself at leave, though usually it was to do little more than tease or annoy you as you attempted to work through his ceaseless attempts at distraction.

But on a holiday like today, you found that he was typically all too content with taking his teasing quite a few steps further. That said, much to your (mostly feigned) chagrin, that did not mean that he never found himself seeking out far less innocent sounds than those of annoyance, laughter, or sheer disbelief from you on random days throughout the year.

No, Loki was incorrigible, and beyond even that, incomprehensible with his choices and behaviors, and you could normally never hope to know upon which day you might find yourself sandwiched between his chest and some palace wall, though with the arrival Walpurgisnacht, it was almost always a certainty.

Still, with something that was perhaps akin to a fool's ignorance, you dared to hope that maybe, after a night like the one this dawn had followed, your prince may have been just sated enough to make it through the holiday without torturing you so the way that he usually chose to.

Such a thought could not be so terribly remiss, could it? Not after the hours upon hours of groping, fleeting, and cradling touches that the two of you had offered one another the night before.

Not after an afternoon's worth of teasing at the hands of the god of mischief upon that very same day, or the longing glances that carried on well into the evening.

Not after he had cornered you in the garden after dinner had come to an end, speaking his long withheld and inconceivably filthy promises of what was to come clearly and casually into the cool night air as if the two of you were simply taking an evening stroll together, talking about the weather or your hobbies rather than the way he planned to have you upon his tongue within the hour, hands creating bruising imprints of obvious ownership in the soft flesh of your hips and thighs as he drove you to madness before pulling you right back toward sanity again with the blunt tip of his cock as it kissed up against your wet folds, smearing precum amongst the remnants of his saliva and the glistening drool of your already thoroughly abused cunt.

Not after you had given in a mere twenty minutes after hearing his whorish promises of what he intended to do to you once he laid his hands upon your bare flesh again, knocking quietly at his heavy chamber doors until he finally came to find you standing there, having made you wait in a manner that was no doubt intentional just so he could feel the exaggerated way that you melted against him when he finally pulled you near, kissing you deeply until his amused and teasing chuckles turned into low and rumbling groans that arose from deep within his chest, and he pulled away to order you to your knees before him, mouth open and waiting so he could see the way your eager tongue stuck out to taste him even before he was bare before you, and how your perfect thighs began to rub together in a fruitless attempt to ease the ache that the sight of him never ceased to cause.

Not after he had held you firm against his chest, arm looped around your middle as you'd laid beneath him on all fours while he'd thrust his strong and lithe hips against your trembling ones, not an ounce of mercy to be found as he hissed and moaned with reckless abandon beside your ear, the sounds of his pleasure easily matching and occasionally even drowning out your own as he reminded you of who you had been born to serve, to worship, and to cum for upon his very command.

And oh, did he command.

Eleven orgasms, if you had counted correctly, and you were fairly certain with as hazy as your mind had felt after the first four, that you had not.

Your cheeks burned red at the clear and persistent memories of the previous night, Loki's satisfied groans and sluttish moans playing over and over within your head as if he were right there with you, cock buried in whichever tight, wet hole was deemed worthy of his attentions within that particular moment.

You swallowed thickly, pressing your thighs together tightly as you continued your seemingly endless work, flower after flower coming to rest perfectly upon the third archway that had been granted your efforts for the morning thus far.

Though, in spite of how diligently you worked at your assigned chore, it seemed that the fates themselves had something against it being completed,

For what other reason could there be for such familiarly agile hands to suddenly rest upon your hips so early in the morn, in spite of the tiresome escapades that had occurred the night before?

It was so unlike the younger prince of Asgard to awaken so early after a night of passion, after which he tended to lounge upon his sheets, naked body blessing the very realm with its presence as sunlight danced upon his skin.

You had seen that many a time after all, hadn't you? So you would certainly know, better than most at that, if not better than all.

But then again, it was so very much like Loki to rise early not to seize this day, but rather to seize you upon it as he had done for the past three May Eves since he had claimed you as his own...

And maybe you had not considered that fact as diligently as you should have while working to tire him out the night before, though now you were embarrassed to admit that you scarcely knew why you would have wanted to do so in the first place.

It seemed that your rather vivid memories of the prior evening's festivities had brought about a familiar stirring betwixt your thighs, and you knew all too well that there was only one set of hands, one silver tongue, one long and devastatingly thick cock, and one god of mischief who could help you to ease your sudden discomfort.

"Good morning, my dear."

He purred against the shell of your ear, warm breaths causing your hair to flutter about delicately as his hands traveled over top your gown.

"It would seem that I require some additional support when it comes to selecting and befitting myself with the proper attire for this afternoon's festivities."

He all but purred, forcing you to bite back a shiver as you struggled not to make your already overwhelming need for him too obvious.

It was never fun to just give in, after all.

You knew all too well how much he liked the chase.

So, with that thought in mind, you steadied yourself to the best of your ability, giving your already racing imagination a few brief moments of peace before finally, you spoke,

"Is that so, my prince?"

You asked, feigning curiosity as you did your best to continue working on the task at hand, sore fingers working deftly at soft petals and slightly thorny stems as you weaved them continuously through metal.

"Well, I regret to inform you that your dear mother, our most respected queen, specifically requested that I myself create the flowered arches for the festival this year."

You began,

"She was kind enough to let me know how much she enjoyed my work upon them last eve in Lady Juniper's absence, and asked if I might be willing to work my magic for a second year running."

You heard an amused chuckle arise from behind you, and though you were certain that Loki had already planned something truly devious to drag you away from your duties with, you continued to feign innocence.

"And how could I dare say no to a request such as that, dear prince? It would seem that Lady Juniper's past maternity leave has provided me with quite the opportunity with which to rise into our lady's good graces, and who would I be to squander such a thing?"

There was a thoughtful hum from your lover as he reached beyond you to thumb at a few of the petals that decorated your current project with his left hand, though the right stayed firm upon your hip, the pads of his fingers pressing deftly into your flesh just as they had done the night before, mirroring the bruises he'd left there perfectly.

"An utter fool, to be sure."

He replied easily, voice low and smooth as he continued,

"Though, I can think of a far better way for you to rise into the All-Mother's good graces, sweetling."

He murmured, lips brushing against your neck just enough so that you could feel the smirk that rested so prominently upon them.

He had you exactly where he wanted you, though you could scarcely bring yourself to mind when there was such a tremendous desire building for him deep within your core.

"Oh?"

You asked curiously, nimble fingers still working on your once so heavily fixated on project,

"And what might that be, Prince Loki?"

At that, you felt the ever teasing god of mischief crowd your back, his hardness pressed against you as you desperately fought the urge to wriggle against his crotch just to hear the no doubt sluttish groan he would let out if you did.

Thankfully enough though, your lover seemed eager to get to the point, the reasoning for that fact somehow growing even harder at the touch of your warmth, even with it being so dulled beneath your clothing.

He chuckled,

"Well my dear, I think you would find her to be quite pleased if you were to request your own leave in the coming months."

He purred, and this time, you could not even hope to fight back the shiver that followed, your hands finding either side of the nearly completed archway with a gasp as Loki bent you over at the waist, pressing himself as close to your clothed core as he could manage with a low and eager groan, his words dripping with both amusement and thinly veiled arousal as he spoke up again,

"Would you like me to give you a reason to do so?"

He all but growled, offering you one tortuously slow gyration of his hips in order to ensure your understanding of his less than subtle connotations as the hand that had once gripped so tightly to your hip moved swiftly beneath your dress, rubbing firmly against your bundle of nerves through your undergarments as you gasped both out of humiliation for where he had you so plainly in need of him, as well as out of arousal at his confident and ever beseeching touch.

And then suddenly, you were giving fervent and almost pleading nods in response to his previous question, having given up entirely on any hope of completing your most important project of the day.

It was, after all, May Eve, and how else should one hope to properly celebrate the coming of the Spring if not by blossoming beneath the touch of the queen's beloved second son?

And, it was as Loki had so cleverly stated himself,

It was not as if you would not be arriving swiftly and permanently within Frigga's good graces soon.

No, not if the god of mischief had his way,

Not if the two of you celebrated Walpurgisnacht in the way that Freyja herself had intended.

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lustspren · 1 year

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California Love ft Soyeon, Minnie.

length: 12k words✦

Soyeon, Minnie & Male Reader.

(The Judge A.U)

genres: threesome, anal, voyeur, hard sex, creampie, double blowjob, oral sex, facefuck, daddy kink, squirt, facial, strap sex, bi ✧

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What should be done when you feel that you don't know exactly what your relationship with a person is? That was the question that was constantly going through your mind every day that passed after having visited Soyeon's apartment and having fucked in absolutely every corner of it.

After that day you two had been going out together to all possible places, you went to see movies, to have breakfast, to have dinner, for a walk, to museums, and any moderately fun place for you two to have a good time together; she would even show you the songs she was working on when they were just the skeleton of what you were sure would become a PAK worthy song there in Korea. But the most important of all this, was that you fucked like absolute rabbits in each of the places you went out, yes, even in the movies.

You had never been caught, despite being quite horny all the time, you still kept a certain common sense and all the fucks you did were previously thought out and planned, so nothing had ever gone wrong. Never, except once.

You went to visit Soyeon without letting her know, since you had a day off and you were really bored at home. Soyeon was obviously surprised, but she wasn't really upset about it. Right at that moment she was making food, so you two calmly ate dinner while watching Lost on TV. Things began to heat up, as always happened between the two of you, and as it was also common, she was the one who took the initiative. It all started with a make out session, and in a matter of minutes, you were fucking her missionary on the dining room table.

But there was a small detail that completely escaped Soyeon, she had invited Minnie to her house before you arrived, and in all the heat of the moment, she forgot about it, it simply vanished from her mind. Besides, you had made the mistake of leaving the apartment door unlocked, that's what put the nooses around your necks. As expected, anyone could enter, and of course, Minnie was one of those people. The poor girl had entered without making any kind of noise, and when she got to the dining room, she caught you pounding Soyeon's pussy so hard that you almost broke the table.

You had your back to the kitchen doorway, so only Soyeon realized that she had caught you while you were still working, it was only when you both finished that Soyeon had told you what had happened, and you immediately felt embarrassed and quite worried about what Minnie might or might not do with the information she had just obtained, but the horny little monster was always one step ahead of you, and with complete serenity and confidence, she had told you that she wanted you to have a threesome with her. She did not tell you when or under what circumstances, it was just a comment that remained as a that, a simple comment.

After that day you didn't talk about it anymore, it was simply forgotten, but you kept it in mind all the time, especially when you were together with the other girls and you exchanged glances from time to time with Minnie. You pretended that what had happened had never happened, and you acted like it. In fact, you had a very good relationship with Minnie and with all of them, but deep down you knew that she couldn't get the memory of finding you while you were having sex out of her head.

However, you became so close to those girls that you came to do something that you never thought you would do for a person. Travel to LA. And the irony was that the idea had come from Minnie herself.

G-IDLE was preparing for their next comeback, you knew it before anyone else thanks to your relationship with Soyeon, and you had also heard both songs, both the pre-single and the main track, but the most exhausting moment of the whole process was coming, shooting the respective MV's.

Finding out that the chosen place had been LA was a somewhat bittersweet feeling, on the one hand you were sad, since clearly you weren't going to be able to see Soyeon or the girls for a long time, but also happy because you knew that the MV's were going to be of incredible quality, with good scenery and producers. You were already resigned to spend the days without Soyeon, but Minnie changed the whole landscape for you.

You had met her a few days before their flight to the USA, while you were waiting for Soyeon at the exit of the CUBE building. Minnie had dared to get into your car, tell you all about the plan she had, give you her phone number, and if that wasn't enough, give you a bank transfer with which to buy your one-way ticket. At that moment everything happened so fast that you couldn't even internalize all the information she had given you, all you knew was that it would be a surprise for Soyeon.

The reality was that Minnie hadn't even given you a real plan, it was more like 'Alright, I know you're going to miss Soyeon, why don't you come with us to LA?' To which you had no choice but to say yes, even though you knew all the difficulties that entailed.

And there you were, on a plane heading to a city that you had only visited in GTA V so far. The 11-hour flight had left you completely destroyed, and as soon as you arrived in the city, the first thing you did was look for a nice and cheap hotel to sleep properly. You woke up around 8 p.m, jetlagged as hell and with your perception of reality completely blurred. It wasn't until you checked your phone that you remembered where you were and why.

You had several unread messages from Minnie, and you didn't know how long ago since you still had Seoul time set.

You put the phone down when you were done talking to Minnie and sat on the edge of the bed, immediately getting dizzy, and having to close your eyes, stay perfectly still, and take a deep breath before you were able to get up without falling over in the process.

The room you had rented was about 12 square meters, located in a small hotel near the Santa Monica pier. It was quite a beautiful area, full of life and unusual things, the little you could appreciate in your search for the hotel when you started wandering around was nice, but it was just that, since your head was more on a comfortable bed in which to sleep than in reality.

For the modest price you paid, you were quite surprised by how clean and nice your room was, minimalist, with just the necessities and a bathroom that wasn't exactly great, but it was more than functional for your purpose at the time, in fact, you were also surprised that in the shower there was a fully functional heater. Maybe you had a wrong idea, but in many places, for that price you barely got a bed.

You took a quick bath, no more than 10 minutes in which you just washed your body well and spent a few minutes just letting the water flow over your body to relax, and when you came out of the bathroom to check your phone, Minnie already I had sent you the location of the set where they were filming. You dressed as quickly as you could, with jean shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and vans sneakers, before going out into the street to hail a taxi.

You reached your destination after around 10 minutes by car, you recognized it thanks to certain signs that indicated that something out of the ordinary was happening there, but the most obvious were the warning bands that must have formed some kind of perimeter for several streets. You got out of the taxi, and as soon as you approached one of the bands, a security man discreetly stepped between you and the other side. It was Minnie's turn to act, so you pulled out your phone to text her.

A couple of minutes passed until in the distance you saw a stunning goddess walking straight in your direction, your first reaction was to be completely mesmerized by the sway of her hips, and by her strong aura with which she demanded all possible eyes on her. Incredibly hot body, wide hips, perfect waist, gorgeous long legs, and killer shoulders and clavicle, all highlighted by a short, tight black dress, with one piece of leather on top and the rest of glittery fabric.

You knew Minnie was gorgeous, but on this particular day, she could easily be the hottest, most beautiful woman on earth.

"Let him in! He's coming with us," Minnie said in perfect English to the security guard, who was obviously a local. The guard stepped aside, and you stepped under the band to wrap Minnie in a warm hug.

"Girl, you look really hot," you told her with a giggle, to which she laughed back.

"Oh yeah? Wait till you see your little woman," Minnie replied, pulling away from you with a smile, "she's over there, come on," she nodded for you to follow.

You followed Minnie from behind through the set, which was nothing more than the completely normal street, with empty lit cars and actors who would later appear in the scenes as ordinary passers-by. The other girls weren't on set, but if you'd seen any familiar faces, like the styling team or the group's manager, Soyeon was right behind him, and it wasn't until you got closer that you could fully see her, dressed in the exact same dress as Minnie, sporting an ass and hips that always drove you crazy.

She was distracted talking to the manager, but you wish you were recording her reaction the moment she saw you approaching with Minnie.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Soyeon yelled, putting her hand to her mouth, "Oh my god!" In the midst of her emotion, she took quick steps towards you and clung to you with a strong hug, which the manager viewed with some misgivings.

"Surprise surprise!" you laughed, lifting Soyeon into the air in the middle of your hug and then lowering her down.

"Have you been planning this all this time, you little jerk?" Soyeon broke away from you, still incredulous that you were standing in front of her in the middle of Los Angeles while she was working.

"You could say that someone planned everything for me," you stepped aside, so Soyeon could see Minnie playing dumb.

"Oh right, I should have been suspicious of the rich girl who's been acting weird all day," Soyeon raised an eyebrow, glaring at her.

"Hey! Thanks I brought him here, the poor guy was going to be left with nothing to do in Seoul," Minnie replied, annoyed.

"If you want I can go back to Korea, no problem," you teased, pretending to turn away.

"Don't even think about it, boy," she grabbed your forearm and held on to your arm. You and Minnie laughed.

"I'll get him a room at the hotel where we're staying, okay?" Minnie asked Soyeon, hoping for her approval as her leader.

"Honey, it's your money, not mine, you can do whatever you want," Soyeon replied, still hugging your arm, "Manager-nim!" she caught the man's attention, "I need to talk to him alone for a moment, okay?" while she said that, she started to walk pulling you with her.

"Don't be long, please! There are a few scenes left to shoot," he told her, then motioned for Minnie to come with him.

"It will be a moment! Don't worry!" Soyeon said louder as you walked away from him.

Soyeon led you through the empty cars, to a location that was outside the perimeter of the set where they were filming but was significantly more isolated and lonely than the rest of the block. A dead end, basically. You went behind a quite tall block of garbage, enough to cover her and you up to the neck. The first thing she did was press you against the wall with her tight body, one hand on your abdomen and her eyes on yours.

"You're not going to suck my dick here, are you?" you teased, tracing the outline of her hips with your hands on them.

"Sadly I can't, sweetheart, it's too risky," she replied, reaching under your shirt to rub your abdomen, "but I can tell you one thing."

"What thing?" You raised an eyebrow, wrapped your arms around her body, and bravely squeezed her ass through her dress.

"Do you remember what happened a while ago? With the girl who brought you here?" she responded immediately, reaching down to squeeze your cock over your shorts and getting closer to your lips, "Today could be the day we fuck relentlessly… with her."

"Uh?" you frowned, "you're kidding right?"

"Do you think I'm kidding?" she squeezed your cock harder, and lifted her dress with her other hand so you could touch her bare asscheek, "The other girls have the night off, who knows where they are, and my hotel room will be lonely..." she brushed her lips against yours, "all night."

"I'm glad you said it, then," you bit her lower lip, giving her a small spank that echoed through the walls, "Because in those black dresses I can't help but imagine how you two suck my cock clean."

"She looks hot, doesn't she?" Soyeon murmured, massaging your cock slowly until it was completely hard, "Wouldn't you like to fuck that pretty face? Or fuck her ass as hard as you do me?" Soyeon's tone was loaded with desire and sensuality, so much so that you were tempted to fuck her right at that moment against the garbage can.

"Fuck, Soyeon..." you gasped, "Yeah, I'd love to, and I'd love to cum on her perfect fucking midriff, too."

"Then you'll have to play along with me, honey," she smiled mischievously, letting go of your cock, pulling away from you and then pulling her dress down. You growled, your cock nearly ripping through your shorts and now too horny to think straight.

"Whatever you say, I'm in, fuck," you sighed, glancing down the street to make sure no one was peeking, "let's go now, you've got work to do."

"There are just a few close ups left to record, it's not a big deal," she adjusted her dress, making sure not to arouse suspicion, "Okay, listen to me," she crossed her arms, "here's the plan, you're going to Look for your suitcase and your things at the hotel where you stayed, and you'll wait for me to tell you to go to our hotel. I'll invent an excuse for Minnie to leave while you arrive."

"And are you sure that all this will work out?" you raised an eyebrow.

"No, but it's better than nothing, right?" she shrugged, "walk on."

"If you say so," you sighed, following her back onto the set.

While you two were in the alley, the thing on the set had started up again. Minnie was filming one of her scenes, while Queencard was playing in the background. Soyeon and you discreetly approached the director, to see the screen he was looking at. You were perplexed by how she performed in front of the cameras, her face and her body made a deadly combination, with a charisma and charm that few idols in the industry were capable of showing so naturally.

"Wah, she's really stunning," Soyeon said next to you, genuinely impressed by Minnie's beauty.

A few long minutes of different takes, directions and revisions passed until Minnie had finally finished filming all the scenes that were missing, and the first thing she did was walk towards you with a smile on her face.

"How was I?" she asked, a little nervous.

"Awesome as always!" you said, flattering her.

"Hey honey, you should go get your things, don't you think? We're almost done here," Soyeon asked, staring at you.

"Oh right! I'll call a taxi," you said, pulling out your phone.

"I have the hotel number, I think I can book your room in my name right away," Minnie said, looking for her bag.

"Thank you very much, Minnie, this makes me very happy, really," you thanked her with a bow and a smile, "I'll go wait outside for the taxi, okay?" you told Soyeon.

"Alright, please be careful," she waved her goodbye to you, indicating for you to go now, "I'll give you the location of the hotel when I'm done filming."

"Understood," you nodded, "see you guys!" you said goodbye to them, starting to walk.

"See you later oppa!" Minnie said goodbye, and you walked back to where the previous taxi had left you.

The taxi arrived about 10 minutes after you called it, and you returned in a short time to the hotel where you had stayed. In there you didn't really have to do much, you hadn't unpacked practically anything from your suitcase and the only things you picked up were your airpods, powerbank and your watch.

You waited for a few minutes which frankly took forever. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, with your hands clasped between your knees while you looked at a fixed point on the wall, anxiously moving your right ankle. You would have used your phone to distract yourself, but it was charging, and you didn't like using it while charging. The precious message arrived just a few minutes later, and it contained only the relevant and necessary information: the location of said hotel, and you were not a bit surprised to find out that it was the Fairmont Century Plaza. Minnie fucking Yontararak was going to get you a room in what was probably the most famous hotel in all of Los Angeles, and she hadn't trembled at any time to do it.

You ordered another taxi (the third in a little less than two hours), and you waited patiently outside the hotel, when it arrived, you put your suitcase in the trunk and got on. About 10 minutes by car were enough to reach your destination. The taxi dropped you off right in front of the impressive piece of infrastructure, which if that wasn't impressive enough on its own, was made even better by the two parallel towers just behind it.

Of course, your first instinct was to take a picture of the place, whose red-gold lights, placed on each and every room balcony, made you gasp when you realized how massive the hotel was. When you had finished taking as many pictures as you could, you walked around the large circular fountain that preceded a roundabout with two installations on the sides and a sculpture in the shape of a man's head made of what appeared to be thick metal wires, which it was backlit with a set of lights installed under its water.

Among all your astonishment, you didn't even realize that Soyeon was already waiting for you in the hotel lobby, so big that if it weren't for the fact that she was waving at you like crazy, you wouldn't have found out that she was there among so many pieces of furniture, pillars, plants and people. You approached her with your suitcase in hand, dragging the little wheels on the most expensive floor you had ever stepped on in your life.

"Do you have any idea how much fucking money Minnie must have to splurge on a room in this place for an idiot like me?" you asked, looking at Soyeon with a mischievous smile on her face, of course she still had her dress on.

"Last Christmas she gave us all Chanel handbags like it was nothing, that's your answer," Soyeon said pulling your shirt to give you a little kiss on the lips, "wait here, I'll tell someone to bring your suitcase to your room.”

"Have you booked it yet?" you asked Soyeon before she left, "What about...?"

"She did it right after you left the set, and don't worry, I told her I needed some alone time in our room," she winked at you, and then headed down a couple of steps to the reception area. She spoke to the manager for a moment as she pointed in your direction, the man nodded, and within seconds she was back with you.

"You don't think she suspects something?" you asked, seeing how a bellboy took your suitcase who knows where.

"It's not the first time I've asked her for a moment alone, sometimes I need to be alone in a room and think about things," she replied with a sigh, "let's go to the reception, you have to sign up to get the keys."

You went to the place that Soyeon had indicated, and with her you spent at least 10 minutes filling out paperwork and doing security checks before the receptionist gave you a pair of keys along with the card you would use to open the door of your room, he also explained to you that the service Minnie had purchased was an all-inclusive service, which meant breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and access to recreational areas such as the pool, spa, and bars.

"Fuck, I didn't even want to ask the amount paid, I'd feel guilty," you said, walking Soyeon away from the reception.

"Honey, whatever amount it is, it's not your problem," she took your arm and looked into your eyes, "now let's go to my room, I want you so bad," she licked her upper lip slowly, thing she knew turned you on

Soyeon grabbed your hand, and you hurriedly headed to her room, first taking an elevator and then going through a long corridor with several people before reaching the door. Each room seemed to have a badge above the door frame, and that one in particular said 'Fairmont Gold Suite'. You two walked in, and as she closed the door behind you, you stood there admiring the space.

It was a long room, with two wide glass doors on the left that led to two separate balconies, each with two chairs and a small circular table. On the wall between the glass doors was a large TV, and at the far end of the room, a gray leather corner sofa, with a small table and a small barrel-shaped stool. Lastly, to the right were the two queen size beds, with a nightstand in the middle and decorative pictures on the wall. To the far right was an open door, and judging by the little marble wall visible from where you were standing, you knew it was the bathroom.

"CUBE didn't put a single dollar to pay for this, right?" you asked, taking a few steps while looking at the incredible views of all of Century City.

"Of course fucking not," she answered behind you, moving closer to the first bed to tidy up the mess a bit, "we both paid for everything."

"God, may I ask why you continue with that disgusting company?" You sat on the opposite corner of the bed that Soyeon was making, watching the TV off and then back outside.

"Contract," Soyeon said dryly, "Soojinie was really lucky that CUBE terminated hers, she's been very happy and easy-going lately."

"Is she?"

"Yup, she is always in contact with Shuhua, you know why."

"Are they together?"

"They were," you heard a suitcase open behind you, you turned to see Soyeon over your shoulder, who was putting some things inside, "They broke up when Soojin decided to walk away, but they're still really good friends."

"I'm glad to know that," you couldn't help but smile.

"Anyways," Soyeon closed the suitcase again and stood in front of you, "Time to tell the little bird that she can come back to this nest, don't you think?" She had the phone in hand, typed a message to Minnie, and then tossed it to the other bed, "Okay, now, I think it's time to open the curtain, honey."

Soyeon stood between your knees and put her hands on your shoulders, rubbing them slowly. You wrapped your arms around her petite body, looking up into her pair of staring predatory eyes, and she climbed onto your lap to accommodate her legs on either side of your hips and involuntarily lifting her dress, just enough so that your bulge pressed against her slit over her black lace panties.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, and with a quick movement of her head she attacked your lips in a fierce and intense kiss from the beginning. Her fingers tangled in your hair, and as your tongues swirled around each other she began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her slit against your now growing bulge. Your hands went to her hips, and from there slowly moved down to her ass, you gave her buttocks a hard squeeze, only to then grab the hem of her dress and pull it straight up to the middle of her abdomen.

Soyeon broke away from your lips, and as she now attacked your neck with wet kisses, bites and suckers, she reached between your bodies and reached for your cock, to give it an initial squeeze and then began to massage it constantly until it was completely hard. You gasped, and gave her right buttock a hard spank, followed by a light squeeze. You tried to lean slightly forward to push her panties away and bring one of your fingers to her ass, but she stopped you by putting her hand on your chest.

"Uh uh, no sir, not yet," she told you with a mischievous smile, placed a small kiss on your lips and climbed down from your lap to kneel between your legs, her face right in front of your big bulge.

"Did I tell you how fucking hot you look in that dress?" you commented, gasping.

"Actually no, you didn't," her hand went straight to your bulge, massaging it for a moment before beginning to unbutton your shorts, "but you didn't need to tell me to know I had you drooling, darling," she pulled down the zip, and grabbing the hem of both your shorts and boxers, she lowered both items of clothing directly to your ankles, releasing your hard, throbbing cock in front of her face.

She skipped absolutely any foreplay and took your cock in one hand, rubbed the tip of it a couple of times against her tongue, then took you right into her mouth, taking half of your shaft in one quick shot. motion. You gasped, throwing your head back to then stare at her as she began to bob her head up and down.

It was obvious that she was just as in need of it as you are, as she aggressively pumped her head and started salivating all over your cock within a minute of starting. Her little lips slid lower and lower, until with each bob of her head your whole cock was going in and out of her mouth.

You moaned, and she mimicked you moaning around your shaft, using her tongue to stimulate the back of her and tilting her head from side to side in a corkscrew motion. She was making your cock all salivary and slippery, driving you completely crazy with pleasure; you supported your hands on the mattress, and wrinkled the sheets when she pushed her head down and rested her nose against your pelvis, while she looked you straight in the eyes and without showing a single gag reflex.

"Holy fucking shit, I missed this cock so much, honey," Soyeon said after taking you out of her mouth to take a breath and start jerking you off quickly, then she spat all the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth right onto your dick again.

"Then sit on it and bounce like the slut you are," after a while you were confident enough to talk to her like that, so you weren't afraid to tell her what a slut she was, or give her small orders.

"Do you want my ass or my pussy, sweetie?" she asked, placing little kisses on your shaft.

"I want your pussy first, let's save the best for later."

Soyeon gave a small smirk and stood up, grabbing the straps of her dress and pulling it off her shoulders, rolling it all the way to the middle of her abdomen along the other end, now leaving her perky little tits exposed. You took off your t-shirt, and as you did, she had already turned around to present her ass to you. She pulled her panties down very slowly, first showing you her ass and then her delicious little plump pussy.

She tossed the panties away after pulling them off her legs, and with her back to you, she bent her knees to float her round ass just above your cock, ran a hand between her legs and cupped your shaft with one hand to straighten it, rub it a few times between her folds and then begin to slowly lower herself over it, impaling herself inch by inch on your cock.

"Oh fuck yes baby!" Soyeon moaned, resting her buttocks against your pelvis as your cock was deep inside her pussy. She rested her hands on your knees, and began to move her ass up and down slowly until her pussy walls molded to your shaft, that's when she clung more tightly to your legs, and her ass started to quickly bounce.

Under normal circumstances, seeing your cock disappear between Soyeon's buttocks would drive you fucking crazy, but in that situation, in a suite that expensive, with the city lights of LA illuminating the room, you felt like you were in the most sexy erotic Hollywood movie, fucking a coveted and desired movie star.

Soyeon didn't bother to regulate the volume of her moans, despite the fact that it was already quite late at night and that the people in the adjacent rooms were probably already sleeping, she just dedicated herself to jumping like crazy on your dick, making the sound of meat against meat colliding take over the room.

Your hands went to her hips, and clung there until her hair looked tremendously tempting to you. You caught a handful of her hair in a messy ponytail, and yanked it back hard so she let out a little groan of pleasure. That seemed to make her angry, because she started moving her ass as hard as she could, and you responded with a strong spank straight to one of her buttocks.

No more than your moans and the sound of her ass bouncing against your pelvis was present in the room, until the moment that both you and Soyeon were looking forward to finally happened. There was a small Beep at the door, and then it opened wide, showing Minnie as stunned as if she had seen a ghost, still dressed in that sexy black dress. She put her hand to her mouth and looked to the sides of the hall to make sure no one passed while the door was still open.

You saw her, and then you saw Soyeon still bouncing on your cock like the sex machine that she was.

"S-sorry guys… I better go, sorry," she was about to play dumb and close the door again, but Soyeon cut her off.

"Not so fast, woman, why don't you join us?" Soyeon asked between gasps, "or don't you want to release today's stress?" she moaned louder than normal, just to show Minnie how much she was enjoying jumping on your cock.

"Uh... can I?" Minnie asked doubtfully, biting her bottom lip and stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, she saw Soyeon waiting for an answer, then you, and then your cock disappearing and appearing between Soyeon's buttocks. She seemed mesmerized by the scene immediately, as if it was something she had been imagining all this time, but that was coming true until now.

"Of course, princess," Soyeon finally stopped, and you let go of her hair as she looked over her shoulder at you, "Honey, why don't you help me give our guest the welcome she deserves? "

"I'd be delighted, boss," you winked at her, and she got up from your cock to walk slowly towards Minnie, you followed her from behind, until you stood behind her and Soyeon in front of her. Minnie looked nervous, clearly intimidated by being trapped between two naked bodies, but still horny as fuck, you could tell by how she was looking at Soyeon, or how she was looking at you and your cock over her shoulder, "Can I kiss you?" you asked.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," Minnie said in a low, sweet, dreamy voice, the one she usually used to open songs like Oh My God, so fucking sexy she made your dick throb.

You took Minnie's chin with two of your fingers, leaving her head still for you to slowly approach her lips, looking into her eyes at all times until finally your mouths met in a slow and calm kiss, which soon evolved into a more intense and passionate one. Soyeon was the next to attack, taking advantage of the fact that Minnie's neck was exposed to fill it with small kisses as she removed the straps of her dress and lowered it to her abdomen.

Having a new pair of tits at your disposal, you didn't hesitate to pass your two hands around Minnie's body and reach her little tits to play with her small and sensitive nipples, Minnie moaned low in the kiss, and you went even deeper in the kiss, adding your tongue and little lip bites from time to time. Soyeon continued to undress her, grabbing her rolled down dress and pulling it down her body until she slipped it off her legs. You didn't even have time to find out what color Minnie's panties were, because Soyeon as soon as she saw them also removed them from her legs.

Now completely naked, Minnie pulled her ass back and pressed it against your slippery cock. She also took one of her hands back, grabbing your neck and drowning her small moans into the kiss while Soyeon put her tits in her mouth, licking and sucking on her nipples. Minnie moved her hips slowly, rubbing your cock between her buttocks, and you began to go over the body that had been driving you so crazy for a while with your hands. Your hands slowly passed the sides of her torso, moving down until you reached what was undoubtedly your favorite part of her body, her flat, soft, long and incredibly beautiful abdomen, which you slowly rubbed up and down, teasing with touch her pussy but always coming back higher.

"Enough," Soyeon said, and you and Minnie parted from the kiss, her face red with pleasure and you gasping for air, "I want to cum on that cock, and you," she looked at Minnie, "are going to help me with that."

"Oh, with pleasure," Minnie replied, carefully taking Soyeon by the face and planting a short but sensual kiss on her lips.

You let go of Minnie and went back to the bed to sit on the edge, leaned back and rested your hands on the mattress, waiting for Soyeon, who came back to stand between your legs with her back to you. You took your cock, and you made it straight so that she only had to lower her ass and find herself once again completely impaled on your cock. Minnie also went to stand between your legs, to grab Soyeon's face once more and start kissing her; Soyeon began to jump more aggressively than a moment ago, devoting the entire moment solely and exclusively to her own pleasure, using you as a little sex toy, which didn't bother you at all.

Minnie, remembering what Soyeon had asked of her, separated from her lips and raised her back slightly to be able to leave her tits at a more accessible level, for her to bend her knees and begin to pinch and suck on her tits. Soyeon took Minnie's head between her arms, holding her and pressing her even more against her tits while she jumped like crazy on your cock. You brought your hands to Soyeon's ass, squeezing her buttocks as you helped her bounce faster. You gave her another strong spank that made her squeal, and then she started to lose control of her body as Minnie brought a hand between her thighs and began to quickly rub Soyeon’s clit.

Soyeon was already close to her orgasm even before Minnie arrived, but now with her help, and between the two stimuli in her pussy, it didn't take long for her to reach her peak of pleasure. She pulled Minnie's hair away from her tits and kissed her again, muffling loud squeals of pleasure against her lips as she jumped slower but just as strong on your cock. Her pussy walls tightened around your shaft, and you had to make an inhuman effort not to cum. You clung to her waist, closing your eyes and concentrating until she finally stopped.

"Fuck..." you sighed, "I missed that tight little pussy so much," you gasped, still deep in her cavern to give another hard spank to her other ass cheek.

"And I missed that big cock, honey," she turned to look at you, Minnie's face still in her hands when she blew you a little kiss.

"I… I want to suck it, can I?" Minnie asked, looking down as Soyeon lifted her hips to free your cock.

"You'll only do it with me, naughty girl," Soyeon climbed off your lap and pushed Minnie aside to kneel between your legs, Minnie knelt to the side of her, forcing you to spread your legs wider so they could fit between them.

"My god… it's so big," Minnie said, taking your cock in her hand and admiring it like it was the toy she asked for for Christmas, "now I envy you," her hand began to move slowly up and down, spreading Soyeon's fluids on your cock.

"Wait till you feel it in your ass," Soyeon said with a giggle.

"What are you waiting for to clean that cock, cutie?" you asked, rubbing the outline of her face with the back of your hand.

Minnie bit her lower lip, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she guided the tip of your cock right into her mouth, wrapping her thick lips in a tight grip as she slowly began to suck the first few inches of your shaft. Soyeon brushed Minnie's hair from her face, and joined her with little kisses and licks on your balls.

After a few seconds Minnie got confident enough to start pumping her head lower and lower, and that's when you noticed that she was fucking amazing giving head. You gasped, placing a hand on the back of Minnie's head to guide her into the correct pace, but it was unnecessary to do so, as she knew exactly how to move her head and her tongue to drive you wild with each pump.

"Your pussy tastes delicious, Soyeonie," Minnie said, pulling you out of her mouth to get some air, her hand moving slowly over your cock.

"Don't be greedy, I want a taste too," Minnie stopped moving her hand, and Soyeon started licking your shaft and then sucking a few inches of it.

"Get on the bed, both of you, I want to see those asses while you make me cum," you ordered with your mouth agape, getting on the bed and resting your head on one of the two pillows.

Minnie and Soyeon obeyed your command, and climbed on the bed to slowly crawl towards you, then turned around, their asses facing you and their backs arching so that their faces were level with your cock. You saw Minnie's pussy for the first time, and you couldn't help rubbing her folds slowly with your fingers, she turned to see you, and with her gaze fixed on you, she took your cock again to guide it back to her mouth. You let out a long moan, and squeezed both asses as Minnie let her lips trail to the base of your cock with each pump of her head.

Minnie took you out of her mouth after a few seconds, and Soyeon was the next to take you. Unlike Minnie, who gave you a more sensual, slow and clean blowjob, Soyeon was completely the opposite, with frantic and fast movements on your cock which began to leave it more and more full of saliva. After a moment, Soyeon took you out of her mouth and then they both began to work together to give you pleasure, each one with her mouth on the side of your shaft to stick out their tongues and start moving up and down, from your base to the tip. And that was your downfall.

The two girls kept moving their perfectly coordinated heads, making their tongues serve as a cocksleeve for you, and after a few seconds your unannounced orgasm arrived. You let out a loud moan, and immediately your cock began to shoot thick jets of cum into the air, which fell on your cock while they were still moving their tongues up and down, collecting every drop that ran down your shaft, but it was so much that part of it remained accumulated on their lips or on their chins. Out of sheer instinct you gave each of them a strong spank, but you were so out of that existential plane that you didn't realize when your orgasm had passed, and they were already taking turns sucking your cock clean once more.

"Such a fucking delicious cock, dammit..." Minnie said, licking your cock just like Soyeon.

"You can have it anytime you want, as long as you share it with me and do everything I tell you today," Soyeon replied, taking her chin to run her tongue over it and clean any remaining cum.

"I'm fine with that," Minnie smirked, and then she licked her lips to return the favor to Soyeon, wiping her lips and her chin until they were clean.

"Oh yeah? Well listen to this, rich girl," Soyeon grabbed her neck and kept her brushing against her lips, "I'm not touching that pussy... until your fucking squirt."

"Oh… but, I don't think I've ever done that," Minnie said, with a slightly worried expression.

"It's quite easy, I'll guide you," she knelt up, and stared at you, "but for that you'll need inspiration," she raised an eyebrow, you got the message, and nodded for her to do what she wanted.

Your cock was still hard, and Soyeon took advantage of that to climb onto you with her back to you, planting both feet on either side of your hips, and began rubbing the tip of your cock between her folds. Minnie also took a new position on the bed, lying on her back in the right corner with her legs wide open, leaving her pussy exposed to you and Soyeon.

"Should I just... finger myself?" Minnie asked, rubbing her index and middle fingers between her slit from top to bottom.

"You must be completely relaxed, honey, especially your pelvis, when you feel close, just let me know, okay?" Soyeon asked her, teasing with impaling herself on your dick but only sticking the tip of it in and then pulling it out of her.

"God… very good," Minnie agreed with a sigh, rubbing her clit slowly in circles and then taking her index and middle fingers slowly inside her pussy, she let out a small moan, and that was the green light for Soyeon to fully impale herself on your cock one more time.

Soyeon leaned back, and rested her hands on the mattress to start moving her hips at a steady and pleasurable rhythm. Minnie, staring at how your cock moved in and out of Soyeon's pussy, moved her wrist faster than she was supposed to at first, and did so between cute, needy moans.

"Do you like this, princess?" Soyeon asked Minnie, moving up and down on your cock, "seeing how his big juicy cock fills my little pussy? I bet you'd love to feel it inside you, wouldn't you?"

Minnie didn't respond with words but with more moans and an increase in the rhythm of her wrist, her fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her pussy. Her mouth was parted, and her free hand was pinching her own nipple as the pleasure built up in her body. Soyeon began to bounce harder completely on purpose, forcing Minnie to stop looking at her and see what was going on between your legs.

You could let Soyeon ride you all day, in fact, it was one of your favorite things in the world, but you needed to take control for a moment, so you made her stop, planted your feet on the mattress and you grabbed her legs tightly before pulling her back, her back was pressed against your chest, and now you were holding her in a full-nelson position, her knees on either side of her head and your hands holding the sides of it, perfect to give Minnie exactly what she wanted.

Soyeon couldn't even meet Minnie's eyes anymore, you had started pumping your hips up and down as hard and fast as you could, crashing your pelvis against her ass with each thrust. You turned your head to the side, so you could see Minnie clearly as her fingers went in and out of her as fast as your cock did Soyeon's pussy.

The moans from both girls were like music to your ears, both squealing and whimpering with pleasure in different ways and volumes. Minnie stopped pinching and massaging her tits with her free hand, and instead brought both of her fingers into her slit as well to begin rubbing her clit intensely and in circles. You couldn't see Soyeon's face, only Minnie's, and you couldn't stop thinking that it was a work of art carved by the angels themselves, and how it distorted and turned red with pleasure, had your motor at all speed.

"Soyeonie... ah, fuck fuck! I'm too close, now w-what?" Minnie managed to ask between whimpers, pumping her fingers and rubbing her pussy quickly.

"Just squeeze your glutes and relax!" you were sure Soyeon meant to tell her nicely, but instead, she just let out a desperate scream, "You're gonna!... FUCK!" Soyeon squeaked, "You're going to feel like you're going to pee, don't panic, j-just go on relax and push!" she said all that last without a pause, only to be able to moan again.

At first you weren't sure if Minnie had stored all that information in her head, but a few seconds passed, and she frowned, clenched her teeth, and suddenly put her fingers out of her pussy, letting out a considerable stream of fluid that stained the entire sheet in one line and part of your calf, all while she continued to rapidly rub her clit until the squirt combined with her orgasm. Her body twisted in a violent spasm, and she dropped her head to the mattress to writhe and crumple the sheets with her free hand.

"I think it's time to give her the prize, don't you think?" you asked Soyeon, considerably slowing down your thrusts and loosening your grip. Minnie, meanwhile, kept squealing and rubbing her clit much slower than before.

"I… fuck yeah, right," Soyeon moaned, and you released her legs so she was sitting on top of you again. She got off your cock and you got up to grab Minnie by her thighs and pull her to the center of the bed. You and Soyeon lay on each side of her, Soyeon cupped the side of her face and started kissing her, while you concentrated on kissing her jaw, her neck and then her clavicle.

Your hand ran down her incredibly sexy body once more, and when you reached her abdomen you couldn't help but move down a bit to bring your lips to it, spreading wet kisses around her hot tummy, down to her pubis and then back up. to bring one of her small tits to your mouth. Minnie still had her legs wide open, a moment that you took the opportunity to put a hand between them and rub her clitoris, a little spasm scared her, because she was still sensitive, but she immediately relaxed thanks to Soyeon's care.

“You're going to squirt one more fucking time,” you said, more as a warning than a request, Minnie's weak, lust-filled eyes meeting yours as she stopped kissing Soyeon.

"Do what you want with me, I don't care," Minnie said, her voice husky and low.

"Wow, that's an invitation you can't turn down," Soyeon said with a mischievous smile, grabbing one of Minnie's tits and spreading kisses all over her face.

You kept moving your fingers over her clit for a few more seconds, until you trailed them down her folds and deep inside her pussy. Minnie trembled and squealed, and grabbed onto Soyeon's neck as you began to move your wrist frantically without any warning.

You and Soyeon each took one of Minnie's tits into your mouths as you pumped your fingers in and out of her tight, drenched pussy. Minnie's legs did a little reflex to close, but you quickly looped a leg over hers to hold it in place, restricting any kind of movement other than her hips.

Minnie was screaming like crazy, making growls from the depths of her throat and grabbing both of you by the hair on the nape of your neck, entangling her fingers in it between slight spasms that her body had every time you hit her G-spot. You knew how and how deep to move your fingers, so now you were stimulating her sensitive area at all times.

You continued to lick and suck on her nipple for a few more seconds, until you came up and met her pretty lips once more. She cupped your face with both hands, and you brought your lips together in a fiery kiss. Minnie muffled her shrieks against your lips, but it soon became impossible with Soyeon's fingers rubbing over her clit, following the rhythm of your wrist and causing her to start screaming in pleasure.

Minnie's eyes started to get teary, but that didn't stop either of you from continuing your mission. Not more than a minute passed when you felt Minnie's hips thrust forward and her pussy squeezing around your fingers, that was your cue to pull them out, letting a new, stronger and longer lasting stream come out of her pussy, now completely wetting one new bed area.

"That's a good fucking girl, oh yes..." Soyeon said with a mischievous smirk, pecking her tit and then her cheek as her pussy shot out little less prominent squirts, "I think I'll go find something outside, have fun while I'm gone."

"Where will you go?" you asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"To find a mysterious tool that will help us later, honey, don't be impatient," she winked at you, taking you by the chin and giving you a little kiss before getting up and getting out of bed.

Soyeon put her dress back on, completely ignoring her panties and leaving it on rather disastrously, and without saying anything, she hurried out of the room, leaving you completely alone with Minnie.

"Seems like it's just you and me now," you got level with her face, grabbed her waist to turn her on her side and press her against you, embracing her body with your arm and kissing her again. This time you dedicated yourself to enjoying her kiss, tasting her lips and entangling your tongue with hers amid very soft moans from both of you.

"Fuck my face, please use me however you want baby," she murmured against your lips, plunging back into the kiss and hugging your torso with her thigh.

You took her request completely into account, and it didn't come out of your mind, but her lips were so addictive, so soft and delicious, that you couldn't help but stay kissing her for at least 5 more minutes, which certainly didn't bother her, since with each passing second she seemed more and more entranced by your lips.

When you considered that you had enjoyed Minnie's lips enough, you separated from her between small kisses and knelt up to one side of her, with your cock floating just over her face. She stuck out her tongue, and looked at you with a pair of incredibly sexy and piercing eyes.

"Holy fuck Minnie… your face is so fucking… unreal," you gasped, rubbing the tip of your cock against her tongue, "you're so gorgeous, and so perfectly ruinable."

Saying that, you grabbed Minnie by the back of her head and turned her towards you, giving you the free way to push your cock deep into her mouth, brushing her throat with your tip and letting out a moan into the air. Minnie scrunched up her face, while her nose rested on your pubis and you mentally prepared yourself for what was going to happen.

After a few seconds, you began to rock your hips back and forth, your cock slowly moving fully in and out of her mouth. Minnie's gag reflex was non-existent, which resulted in unimaginable pleasure every time you hit her throat. She was completely still as she stared at you, acting like a puny sex toy, which she enjoyed most was choking on a good cock.

You could spend hours moving your hips at the same nice slow pace, but you wanted to ruin her and her beautiful face completely. You gave her a dry and spicy slap straight to her cheek, then began to move your hips faster and faster, grabbing her hair hard and carelessly, and fucking her mouth as if she were just a piece of living meat.

You didn't mind treating her in a rustic and aggressive way, you knew she was loving it, especially because of how she moaned around your shaft. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of your cock hitting her throat over and over again, her eyes watered, and thick saliva began to spill from the corners of her mouth straight down her chin onto the sheets below her. Her tears spilled little by little, and with them her eye shadow began to run down her cheeks, staining a faint black.

You were fucking her hard and mercilessly, pulling her hair and moving her head in conjunction with your hips to reach deeper into her throat with each thrust. Your cock was all drenched in a thick layer of her saliva, and it was dripping in all directions as you kept moving.

Tears were running down Minnie's cheeks, who was clinging tightly to one of your thighs with her hand. Fortunately (or not) for her, your orgasm was not long in coming, you were already conditioned from before when you were hammering Soyeon's pussy, and when you felt the tingle, you immediately pulled out your cock and started jerking it quickly over Minnie's face. She didn't even stick her tongue out of it this time, she just stared at you with slightly parted lips and a puppy dog look, and that was enough for you to explode. Your cock shot multiple streams of cum straight into that work of art, staining her lips, her nose, her forehead, and even her eyes, which she instinctively closed as you unloaded on her pretty skin. Gasps were the only thing that came out of your mouth at that moment, so incredibly pleasant that you questioned for a moment if it was real.

"Fuck... is it okay if I call you daddy?" she asked after a sigh, wiping the cum over her eyes so she could open them, while you brushed your cock across her face.

"You call me whatever you want, honey," you replied, panting, and then she caught your cock in her mouth to wipe it clean.

Right at that moment, Soyeon suddenly entered the room, giving you a little scare. She closed the door quickly, but without showing what she had hidden behind her back. When she saw the scene that you had set up, she made a surprised face.

"Wow, you sure didn't waste your time, did you?" she asked you, raising an eyebrow.

"You can't blame me, her face is extremely fuckable," you objected, brushing the dick out of Minnie's face and sitting down on the bed.

"Yes, whatever you say," she ignored you on purpose, and then looked at Minnie, "I brought a little surprise for you, darling," that's when she finally showed what she had hidden on her back, it was a strap-on, with a rubber dildo at least about 6 inches long. You raised both eyebrows, completely stunned. Minnie didn't seem to have a different reaction than you did.

"What?! Where the hell did you get that from?" you asked, still unable to believe it.

"A horny bitch doesn't reveal her secrets," she said as she dropped the strap on the bed and quickly slipped out of her dress, getting naked with the two of you again. She strapped on like she'd done it a thousand times before (suspicious), and then went to get something in her suitcase, "put that little slut on all fours, I'm going to fuck her ass."

You and Minnie exchanged glances, she nodded, making you understand that she could do it alone, so you put a pillow on the head of the bed and leaned on it to enjoy the show. Minnie weakly dragged herself to the center of the bed, and with some difficulty got to her elbows and knees, arching her back and lifting her butt to wait for Soyeon, who came back with a bottle of lube in her hand and then climbed on to the bed, kneeling behind Minnie.

"Is that thing sterilized?" Minnie asked, gasping, looking over her shoulder at Soyeon with her face still covered in your cum.

"Of course, silly, what kind of psycho do you think I am?" replied Soyeon, pouring lubricant on the strap-on dildo and leaving it nice and slippery, then, with what was left in her hand, she took two of her fingers to Minnie's ass, to lubricate the inside of it for a few seconds.

With nothing else to do, Soyeon threw the bottle of lubricant to a completely random place and began to rub the tip of the dildo against Minnie's ass, who bit her lip and you noticed how her hands tensed. Soyeon placed one hand on Minnie's ass, and helped herself with the other to start guiding the dildo very slowly into her hole. Minnie squealed, as the dildo forced its way through her walls inch by inch. At this point you didn't know if her face was in pain or pleasure, the line between both things was very thin, but what you did know was that Soyeon was persevering, and she didn't stop until the dildo was completely buried inside Minnie's ass

Minnie crumpled the sheets tightly with her fingers, and dropped her face to the mattress amid desperate screeching. It was evident that it was her first time trying anal, but she was in good hands, so you didn't even worry.

"It fucking hurts! Ugh!" Minnie whined, pursing her lips, her hands balled into a fist.

"I know, just relax, it's normal at first," Soyeon began to rub Minnie's buttocks slowly, keeping the dildo buried in her ass for a few more seconds, "I'm going to start moving as slow as I can, but I need you to relax, you're going to feel good, honey."

Minnie nodded uncertainly, and then Soyeon did as she promised, moving her hips back very slowly. Minnie tensed again, but then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and bit her lip as Soyeon moved forward again, completing just a pump.

Soyeon continued pumping as slowly as she could, until she noticed that Minnie's body was not tense, and that a small moan had already come out of her mouth, indicating that she was already beginning to feel pleasure. Knowing this, Soyeon stopped holding back and began moving her hips faster with each passing second, slowing down a bit each time Minnie complained.

But soon the complaints subsided, even when Soyeon moved fast and hard, Minnie showed no trace of pain in her expression, now it had turned back into a mess of moans and whimpers as her ass was completely filled by Soyeon's dildo, which went in and out its full length with each pump.

"D-Daddy..." Minnie moaned, raising her head a little to look at you from her with lust-filled eyes, "fuck my pussy, I'm begging you, I need it!" pleaded Minnie between moans.

"Daddy? That's new," Soyeon said, raising an eyebrow and biting her lip, to give Minnie a hard spank that made her squeal, "do you want to be double penetrated? I didn't know you were such a fucking whore."

"Shut the fuck up, I just need it!" Minnie yelled, looking over her shoulder as she frantically fucked her ass, "daddy please!" she repeated, looking at you again.

You were so mesmerized and entranced by the scene that it took you a while to even react. You got off the head of the bed and went to kneel in front of Minnie's face, slamming your semi-hard cock against her lips.

"Put that cock hard again then, honey," you ordered, to which Minnie captured your cock in her mouth and began sucking on it fast and hard, helping herself with her hand to soon bring it back to its full hardness.

When your cock was fully hard, Minnie lifted her body so that you got under her, and when you got comfortable, she lowered herself on top of you, pressing her tits and her abdomen against your torso. You reached between your bodies, taking your cock and aligning it with her pussy to plant your feet on the mattress and push up, entering Minnie's tight pussy for the first time.

Minnie clung tightly to your shoulders and buried her face in your neck to drown out her loud whimpers of pleasure as she felt her other hole being filled deep, this time by a thick, throbbing cock, while Soyeon didn't stop hammering her ass mercilessly for even a single second, crashing the base of the strap against her buttocks.

You took a moment to enjoy the first sensation of Minnie's pussy clenched around your shaft, it felt silky, very fucking wet and tight, and dare you say it felt better than Soyeon's, but you would know that with time.

Your hands went to Minnie's waist, and squeezing her flesh firmly, you began to move your hips up and down in a rhythm that from the beginning all it did was drive her absolutely crazy, since you were matching Soyeon's movements while she pounded her ass.

Minnie kept her face on the side of your neck, but with a strong tug on Soyeon's hair she made her back stand up. You didn't stop pumping in and out of her pussy for a single second, so Minnie continued with her face distorted with pleasure. Soyeon caught Minnie's face in her hand, and turned her face to the side only to start licking your cum off her face.

"How does that juicy cock feel inside your pussy, honey?" Soyeon asked, licking cum from Minnie's lips and swallowing it all, "And your ass? How does it feel to be fucked in the ass like a good slut?" Minnie didn't respond, she just kept moaning and screaming like crazy while you continued to pump frantically up and down.

"You love it, don't you?" you asked Minnie, squeezing her ass tightly, "you love how my cock fills you up so well," you growled.

"Yes daddy, fuck yes!!" she squeaked, and Soyeon began to pinch her nipples as she continued to fuck her ass, "I'm gonna fucking cum so hard! Oh my fucking god !!" she grabbed the sides of your abdomen, and digging her nails into you almost painfully, she reached the peak of her pleasure.

You felt a different sensation inside her pussy when Minnie's orgasm came, a sensation that forced you to suddenly pull out your cock so that a squirt just as powerful and long-lasting as the previous one came out of her pussy, but this time completely soaking your cock, your pelvis and part of your thighs. Her body began to shake and spasm violently, and she rolled her eyes as she moaned and growled with her mouth wide open in an O shape.

It took a moment for her orgasm to pass, and when it did, Soyeon released her so that she fell directly on top of you, her hair now covering part of your face. You felt her breathing completely uneasy and messy, and also how her body still had little electric shocks. Soyeon got out of her ass, and then took off her strap to leave it on the side of the bed.

"Wipe off his cock and you can rest for a moment, I'm not done with you, sweetie," Soyeon patted Minnie's ass and went to lie down on her side next to you.

"I... I..." Minnie couldn't find the words or breath, she raised her face to see you and then Soyeon, "Okay..." she swallowed, and gathered strength from where she didn't. She had to stand up and give you space to get up.

You knelt up, and Minnie returned to her knees and hands just for you. You took your cock, drenched with her squirt and her fluids, and brought it into her mouth, for her to suck on slowly, from tip to base, until she left it squeaky clean.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, cupping the side of her face with your hand and caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"You're going to fuck her ass, honey, fill it deep, I know you're close," Soyeon commanded, leaning forward to take Minnie's buttock in her hand and squeeze.

"Are you okay with that, baby?" you asked Minnie, that she looked so cute, destroyed and sexy that you just wanted to cover her with kisses.

"Yes daddy… I want to feel your load inside me… I don't care which hole," Minnie sighed, nuzzling herself against your hand like a kitten.

"Fuck, you did charm her with that dick, didn't you?" Soyeon teased with a giggle, as you moved to position yourself behind Minnie, and she lay down right in front of her face, spreading her legs wide to leave her pussy inches from Minnie's mouth.

"Let's just say it was something much simpler than my dick," you replied, remembering your magnificent making-out session with her. The bottle of lube was close to you, so you just reached over to pick it up and pour it all over your cock.

"Oh, isn't your dick the only magical thing you've got?" Soyeon grabbed Minnie by her hair, and not caring what she said, she plunged her face right into her pussy. Minnie didn't seem to mind, as she fully understood that she had to start eating Soyeon's pussy, "That's it sweetheart, right fucking there," Soyeon moaned under her breath.

"I don't know, you should know right?" You raised an eyebrow with a smirk, and that was the last thing you said before guiding your cock right into her already stretched ass, which spread easily for your shaft until you were all the way inside her, "What the fuck Minnie, this ass feels amazing," you gasped.

You rested your hands on Minnie's waist, and as she ate Soyeon's pussy so well it had her pursing her lips, you began to pump at a leisurely pace, which gradually turned into aggressive crashes of your pelvis against Minnie's nice ass.

Minnie was moaning against Soyeon's pussy, which served to her advantage in bringing her to a quick point of no return, in which Soyeon was pinching her tits and arching her back between loud moans. Then you realized that Minnie was a fucking goddess of oral sex.

Seeking to increase Soyeon's and Minnie's pleasure, you raised your hand and gave Minnie the hardest spank you'd given her all night, which made her scream against your girlfriend's pussy. You squeezed both cheeks together, spanked her again, and started pumping your hips as fast as you could, pounding Minnie's ass like a complete animal.

You wanted to keep fucking Minnie's ass for a while longer, but you couldn't hold it anymore, and it took a few seconds until with a strong thrust, you left your cock resting inside Minnie's ass while you shot all your load inside it. You moaned loudly, and when she felt the spurts of your cum fill her ass, she began to eat Soyeon's pussy as good and fast as she could.

Soyeon, between moans, moved her hips involuntarily and pressed Minnie's mouth and nose even more against her pussy, while you already left your last drops of seed inside her ass. You pulled out your cock, and as if it were a plug, it dropped all your cum like a waterfall from her ass to the sheets.

You fell back, admiring your work while the focus of pleasure was now Soyeon, who didn't take much more than 2 minutes before she violently raised her hips and began to shake in spasms. Minnie continued to eat her pussy through her orgasm, scooping her fluids and wiping her fleshy folds so she wouldn't have a trace of what had happened. Soyeon was pulling her hard by her hair, and for a moment she closed her thighs around her head as her body relaxed.

"Minnie… since when are you so fucking amazing eating pussy?" Soyeon sighed, removing her fingers from her hair and relaxing her legs.

"I eat Yuqi's pussy all the time, it's one of my favorite pastimes," Minnie sighed, her soul completely drained out of her body as she begged for just five minutes of rest.

"But that doesn't explain how you're so amazing at sucking cock," you said from behind, breathing hard.

"I... I just want to rest, leave me alone for a moment," Minnie completely ignored both of you, and she settled on the side of the bed to plant her face on the pillow, her stomach flat.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll make sure to find out later," Soyeon said with a giggle, then fixed her gaze on you, "You… come here," she waved her finger, and you as a good slave of her charms, you went without question, placing yourself on top of her and covering her body with yours.

"We've fulfilled our little fantasy, haven't we?" You smiled, sharing small kisses with her as you took both of her hands to intertwine your fingers.

"Oh no honey... you're so wrong," Soyeon said between kisses, then looking into your eyes and tracing the outline of your lower lip with her tongue, "it doesn't end here."

"Huh?"

"I want us to fuck the other members… together," she murmured in a sultry, husky way, caressing your inner thigh with hers.

"Really? Are you sure about that?" you asked, somewhat hopeful for a positive answer.

"Of course, I know you're going to love it," Soyeon started to kiss you again, but this time on your chin and cheeks, "Miyeonie fucks like an angel, very fucking lovely," she returned to your lips, "Yuqi is too fucking energetic... and Shuhua..." she laughed at that last one, "Shuhua is the biggest fucking brat I know, she won't stop until you leave her scarred ass, weak pussy and shaky legs."

A shiver ran through your entire body just imagining each one of them, and you got so excited that even your cock, already flaccid, moved involuntarily.

"I… fuck, I'm in," you sighed.

"I know you are, sweet boy," she smiled, carefully taking your neck to kiss you again.

You two kept kissing for a long time, until you both got tired and settled next to Minnie to rest. Soyeon settled to your right, hugging your body with her hand and her leg, and Minnie was face down to your left, fast asleep. A few minutes passed, and soon you joined Minnie in a deep slumber.

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MOTHER'S MEMORIES

Okay....(take a deep breast* I mean breath) I'm kinda nervous to show you my very first fanfic and let me tell you, I never ever wrote a story about any kind of fanfics before so I'm sorry if I made a mistake and English is not my main language. But Since some of you guys are so kind to give me an opportunity to show my first writings, so here is my offering to you, I hope you guys can enjoy it :)

Summary:

(In this AU story, You are a young woman who married the Lin Kuei grandmaster, Bi Han, for reasons of diplomatic relations between the two clans. The father of Lin Kuei bros is still alive. There is no love in your relationship yet, and Bi Han still regards you as his subordinate rather than his wife. But you continue to strive to win his heart.)

After warming up for a long time, she finally found herself able to get closer to the grandmaster, Bi Han. Even though he still gave the impression of being distant, this was better than when Bi Han still treated her like the lowest student. (Y/N) does not expect her position to be equal to her husband, who is a grandmaster, but she hopes one day Bi Han will be more open up to her and start accepting her as his companion. Not his underling.

One evening the sun began to set, Bi Han finally asked (Y/N) to spend some time practicing alone with him in the temple's garden. He wanted to test (Y/N)'s abilities to see if she was worthy enough to become a Lin Kuei soldier. After all, Bi Han did not marry a weak woman and he needs you to show him strong proof why you married him.

And this is a good opportunity for (Y/N) to approach, not as master and student but as husband and wife. (Y/N) happily accepted orders from her husband.

After doing several tiring moves and her body starting to crumble, Bi Han finally told (Y/N) to rest and sit beside him under a maple tree that was starting to fall. Bi Han was seen starting to meditate and made signs for (Y/N) to follow what he was doing. A cool breeze began to blow on (Y/N)'s tired face. The grass swayed to the rhythm of the wind.

The wind blew into (Y/N) 's face again and this time it brought some leaves and hit (Y/N) 's mouth, (Y/N) winced in discomfort and she started coughing, spitting out the leaves that had entered her mouth. Bi Han glanced at her and stifled a laugh. Then Bi Han concentrated again on meditation.

(Y/N) wanted to try to break the silence but not a single word came out of (Y/N)'s mouth. She still felt afraid and awkward towards her husband. He still intimidating to her. Besides, Bi Han wouldn't be interested in small talk which could later break his concentration. (Y/N) just kept quiet and followed the breathing instructions. "Have you done all of your duties well today?" Bi Han asked suddenly.

“Uh? Y-yes, Grandmaster” “Good.”, Bi Han replied. "Have you had lunch?" he asked again. "Yes?" (Y/N)'s answer shortly "Good to hear, just because I often go on missions outside doesn't mean you don't take good care of yourself here." Said Bi Han curtly. Then silence returned It seemed that the meditation was over, from the way Bi Han sat, he started to look more relaxed. (Y/N) began to stretch out her legs which were starting to feel sore and played with the fallen maple leaves.

Bi Han glanced at (Y/N) again. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her pleasing to the eyes. Her hair was a little messy, her sweaty skin, was exposed to the rays of the setting sun and made (Y/N) look glowing, and the Lin Kuei uniform started to look a bit tighter due to the curve of her body.

(Y/N) didn't notice Bi Han's gaze, and she was still playing with the maple leaves in her hands.

Bi Han was amused and wanted to mess (Y/N)'s head but his ego bested him and prevented him from doing so. Still unknown why Bi Han' s still against physical affection.

Bi Han began to feel the awkwardness between the two of them. He realized he had to say something other than questioning (Y/N)'s condition and (Y/N)'s obligations that she had carried out.

"You…have you sent a letter to your parents about how you are doing here?" Bi Han asked again. (Y/N) was a little surprised by Bi Han's question. Since when did he know that she had always been writing letters to her parents? but that is of course a normal thing for a child who will always provide news to their parents. Moreover, there was no internet in the Lin Kuei, and the only way to inform those closest to the situation was to send a letter.

"Y-yes, always." (Y/N) answered. "Hmm, I wish them good health," Bi Han replied. "Thank you, Grandmaster." (Y/N) answered. It's a little surprising that Bi Han hopes for good health for her parents. Even though he is not close to (Y/N)'s parents. And Bi Han always considered (Y/N)'s family to be outsiders who should have no relationship with Lin Kuei. Bi Han was too proud to make an alliance with another clan. But because this was an order from his father, he couldn't refuse it.

Bi Han started asking again, "Do you miss your parents?" (Y/N) was again surprised by Bi Han's question. Since when did Bi Han care about the condition of herself and her parents? isn't their marriage just a diplomatic relationship status? (Y/N) answered hesitantly and tried not to give an answer that could trigger her husband. "Y-yes, I miss my father and mother. I'm a little worried if one day something happens to them and I'm not there to help them."

"I understand" responded Bi Han. "You seem... to really care about your parents. Especially your father. It's clear how much he pampers you," Bi Han continued. "Oh? Really? Hehe…" While scratching her head, (Y/N) answered with a hesitant laugh. "Maybe because I'm their only daughter, so they must be a bit overprotective of me."

"Just like I thought" Bi Han sniffed.

(Y/N) realized that Bi Han was the only one who had been asking her several questions. Now it was her turn to ask about his life.

"What about your relationship with your parents, Grandmaster?" (Y/N) asked. Bi Han glanced at her with a sharp gaze and made her a little scared.

"I-if you don't want to answer, I understand. I'm sorry for being presumptuous in asking…" (Y/N) asked.

"My parents always taught us about the values of life and the dignity of the Lin Kuei. Discipline and honor." Bi Han answered.

"But my father as you know, was a former strict leader and he wanted me as his successor. You will never know the burden I have carried all this time, just to please him." Bi Han replied curtly.

"But I am proud of my title and I am confident that I can bring the glory of the Lin Kuei to greater heights than when the Lin Kuei was under my father's patronage." Bi Han crossed his arms while looking above.

It can be seen how Bi Han has a very visible distance from his father. He hated his father but he still respected his father. It wasn't easy for him as the eldest son, he had to carry out all his obligations as the new Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

"But in his eyes, I was still a snotty kid who needed guidance. Although in the end, he handed down the title to me he still did not admit my capability of leading this faction."

His face became enraged, and he was seen gritting his teeth and clenching his hands. She can see ice particles flowing through his veins.

"Despite the way he treated you,.. I believe he still loves you but...maybe you don't realize it, Grandmaster." (Y/N) tries to cheer him up.

"Enough of your nonesense!" Bi Han snapped in his booming deep voice.

(Y/N) shuddered in horror. Has she gone too far into Bi Han's family affairs? (Y/N) fell silent again and looked down while holding back her tears. She was afraid that if she asked again, she would only worsen her husband's mood.

Being with Bi Han felt like walking on eggshells. (Y/N) felt that whatever she did or said was always wrong in Bi Han's eyes.

Bi Han realized that his response had hurt his wife again, and he felt a little guilty. Bi Han exhaled a long breath and looked at (Y/N). "Whatever happens between me and my father is not something you have to be concerned about, you understand?"

(Y/N) looked at him slowly and nodded her head. Bi Han then took the maple leaf from (Y/N)'s hand and examined it carefully. "Soon, it will be winter." Bi Han said.

"Extreme cold won't stop you from training hard, right? A Lin Kuei must remain alert no matter the circumstances." Bi Han advised.

"Understood, Grandmaster." (Y/N) answered.

Bi Han seemed to be starting to relax again. He leaned his back against the tree and looked up.

"Back then… this garden, is the place we often visited with our late mother. My mother also trained me and my two brothers here." Bi Han opened the conversation again at this time about his mother. "We spent our break time here. There are lots of memories from my late mother that I can't forget." Bi Han replied.

Bi Han could be seen smiling slightly, remembering the days of his childhood. Bi Han has a close relationship with his mother.

(Y/N) started to become interested again and asked questions related to his mother.

"Your mother, what was she like when she was alive?" (Y/N) asked.

Enthusiastically, Bi Han began to answer her question.

"As a mother, she was loving, compassionate, and fiercely protective of our family. She taught me the value of honor, discipline, and respect for others. She was my guiding light and the source of strength for our entire family."

Bi Han woke up from his back and made small ice figures on the ground with his hands. The figures look like a woman and 3 small children, implying that they are the Grandmistress, Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas when they were little.

Bi Han made them change poses while telling his story, like when they were on a picnic, practicing martial arts, and playing. These ice small sculptures look very beautiful, and they were like moving on their own. Like the animated movies that (Y/N) has been watching when (Y/N) still lived in the city with her family.

"They're so beautiful!" (Y/N) was amazed by Bi Han's small creation. All this time, she has always witnessed the action and horror that always comes out of Bi Han's Cryomancer power. It is unexpected that someone as scary as Bi Han still has a soft side that has not been seen by other people's eyes. (Y/N) was very grateful for this little thing.

Bi Han smiled and continued his story. "Her legacy lives on in the teachings and values she instilled in me and in the hearts of all those she touched. She is dearly missed, but her spirit continues to inspire and guide me every day."

“She sounds indeed a great woman, a formidable warrior, and an amazing mother.” (Y/N) responded.

“She was. My mother was indeed a remarkable woman. She had the strength and skill of a warrior and the wisdom of a leader. She could lead as well as my father, and her presence on the battlefield was always an inspiration to those around her.”

“Until…” Bi Han's face looked sad again. The small ice figures in front of them shattered into snowflakes.

“The day our mother died. From that damned disease." The atmosphere became gloomy again. (Y/N) also felt the sadness in Bi Han's heart. Bi Han is good at hiding his feelings but they are still obvious to (Y/N). "You… must be really miss your mother." Bi Han let out a long breath. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her. I can still feel her touch and her voice." He closed his eyes. Silence began to set in, and (Y/N) didn't know what else to say. But (Y/N) had an idea. And that might not be a good idea or too bold. But it's worth a try. This is all for the sake of winning the grandmaster's heart. "Grandmaster?" (Y/N) called him softly. "Would you like to lay your head here? Just for a moment" (Y/N) changed her sitting position while patting her thigh.

Bi Han glanced at her and made a disgusted face. "Is this some kind of joke you made to degrade your Grandmaster?"

"No! Not at all. Please. Just this once. I won't ask for anything." (Y/N) begged. Bi Han frowned and sighed. He looked like he would reluctantly do what (Y/N) told him to do. Bi Han lay down and rested his head on (Y/N)'s thighs. This was the first time she had seen Bi Han's face this close. (Y/N)'s heart was beating fast, but she tried to remain calm.

(Y/N) began to gently stroke Bi Han's head and hair. She could feel all the muscles on Bi Han's face starting to relax. He no longer looked angry. and stared slowly at (Y/N)'s face.

"When I was little, my mother did this to me when I was feeling unwell. I'm sure the grandmistress did the same thing to you and your brothers." (Y/N) returned Bi Han's gaze with a smile.

Bi Han didn't say anything, but he seemed to be enjoying (Y/N)'s caress. Her hands are so small, so soft and so warm comparing to his hands. (Y/N) started humming a lullaby which strangely sounded almost similar to the song his mother always sang when Bi Han and his two brothers were going to sleep.

Bi Han began to reminisce about the pleasant times he and his two brothers had with their mother when they were children. (Y/N)'s touches reminded him of his mother once more. Bi Han closed his eyes and without realizing it he fell asleep on (Y/N)'s lap.

(Y/N) continued to stroke and massage Bi Han's head. She still couldn't believe that she had succeeded in making Bi Han soften towards her. This is one big step!

'When he's not angry, he looks handsome though' thought (Y/N). Bi Han seems so peaceful sleeping with his face like that.

The sky began to darken. Bi Han awoke from his slumber with wide eyes and promptly rose from his place. (Y/N) was surprised to see Bi Han wake up in such a hurry.

"How long have I been asleep?" Bi Han asked. He looked panicked. "Umm..around…15 minutes?" (Y/N) answered. "We can't rest here for too long. Get up! There are still lots of tasks to complete!" "Y-yes, Grandmaster," said (Y/N). (Y/N) got up from sitting and her legs also felt sore.

Bi Han seemed to have his back to (Y/N). "Wife." "Yes, Grandmaster?" "Thank You." Bi Han walks, leaving (Y/N) behind. (Y/N) smiled and assumed a respectful posture behind Bi Han. And walked after her husband leaving the garden.

THE END

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formulapai · 6 months

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DIDN’T DESERVE IT

a Daniel Ricciardo angst

WORDS COUNT: 2000 ish

scenario: he’s treating his new girlfriend in ways he never treated you: with respect.

warning: major angst, daniel being an asshole in the past but owning up to his mistakes

pai’s words: heartbroken rn so bear with me

It’s not jealousy.

She’s ethereal, breathtakingly perfect, she has the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and eyes as clear as a summer day. Her voice is like angles sighing, a terribly sweet melody rings when she laughs. Her tears are as sublime as an enraged sea, violent in its beauty.

It’s not jealousy, no.

He holds her with a new confidence but still treats her as delicate porcelain, his whole being overflowing with gentleness. He’s her confident and her therapist, he’s battling her demons with a disarming smile and he’s wiping her eyes with fingers as dainty as possible.

It’s not jealousy, it’s never been.

It’s longing, it’s the inability to understand, it’s mourning.

He came to talk to you, after years of waiting, years of wishing. He knocked on your door, heart in his hand, a whole new person you haven’t met yet. He’s not your Daniel, not the Daniel you used to know. He’ll never be again.

It’s painful to let him in, it’s angering to notice the way he doesn’t treat your apartment like home anymore (but why would he?), it’s disconcerting to sit on the couch next to him, it’s relieving to finally talk.

“- You’re a different man, a different lover now. It’s what she deserves, it’s what you deserve too.

- It’s what you deserved and what I couldn’t give you. I’m sorry, Y/N, I truly am.”

You wouldn’t cry, you wouldn’t allow it. He doesn’t deserve any more of your tears, you’ve cried an ocean already.

“- Why didn’t you give it to me, then ? Why did you treat me like this ?

- I didn’t know how to love, you’ve taught me, years after years. I’m sorry that I’ve taught you how to hurt in the process, I’m sorry that I took so much and gave you so little.”

You can see a new tattoo, an intricate drawing on his forearm, next to the one he did when you were still together. It’s almost glowing, so different from the others with how obviously full of love it is. Did she draw that ?

“ - You gave me nothing except pain and regrets, Daniel. Wasn’t I worthy ? Am I not worthy ?

- You’re worthy of so, so much. You were worthy at the time, too, you were worthy as I was blind. You’re the best thing that happened to me, even now. You’ve made who I am today and I can’t be more grateful.

- You’ve made me who I am too, and I can’t be more deceived. It’s not fair, I never deserved it. I don’t deserve to be this full of fear and scars, I’m always so scared I’ll give my heart again, and get it back in pieces, again. It’s all scarred now that I’ve finally put it back together, I don’t think it can stomach another love.

- It’s healing, you’re healing. You’ve picked yourself up and you did amazing at stitching yourself up, all alone. I wasn’t there but I saw it all, how you grew despite the pain, how your smile never left. In the one that caused it, I know what I’m talking about, trust me. Your heart will love again and so will you, and it’ll be worthy again, and it’ll be easy, this time.”

You grew, yes. Maybe you grew too much, feeling alien in your body, in your home, in everyone’s life. You’re not who you were and you’ll never be again, you grew out of your happiness.

“- What if I can’t love anymore ? I always think about you, whenever someone approaches me, it’s your face I see. How can I love again when my heart is shaped for you, when my whole body grew around you ? How can I love anyone else when you’re the one who created my love in the first place. I didn’t even know what love was before you, I learned with you, too. I learned how to love because of you, not thanks to you, yet I never treated you like you treated me. You’re not the only one who didn’t know better.

- I know. You’re made for love, you’ve always been. It’s so natural for you, no one could ever tell it was your first time too, even I doubted it sometimes. Your whole being is made of love, full of it, spilling on everyone and everything. You love fully and with no mercy, you love discreetly, you love quietly sometimes but most of the time you love proudly. One thing’s sure, you always love. You love the people you should hate, you love the pain, you love the anger, you love the bee that stung you during our last summer together. You love your family and you love your friends, you love your customers. Y/N, you’ve surrounded yourself with so much love that you don’t even notice it anymore. You’ll be fine, you’ll love again and again.”

You do love that bee. You loved the sting, loved the trip to the ER when your swollen finger got stuck in your promise ring, loved how Daniel told you he’d wait for you at the house instead of coming with you, loved how he didn’t send any messages the whole time.

“- I can’t, not this kind of love. It’s only you, Daniel, I can only see you, imagine you. I don’t understand how you moved on and I’m still stuck there, I feel like I’m going crazy. I desperately wish that I could find someone new and change, the same way you did, but it’s always you. You’re haunting me, you’re haunting my heart and my mind, even after all this time. I tried so hard to forget you and meet new lovers, you don’t know how much I’ve tried to get over you and everything you’ve put me through. But when he tells me I’m beautiful, I wait for the part where he says I should change how I look. When he tells me he’s interested in my stories, I wait for the part where he tells me he’d rather be drunk than to listen to me. When he tells me he wants me, I wait for the part where he tells me I can’t even make him hard. When he tells me he wants me to meet his parents, I wait for the part where he tells me they’ll hate me anyway. When he wants to watch a movie with me, I wait for the part where he turns the TV off and tells me my movie choices are as dumb as me. It’s always because of you, I don’t know how to shut your voice up or how to ignore it. He’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met, he deserves so much more than what I’m able to give him right now, I won’t be able to give him what I gave you, not ever.

- You don’t have to give him what you gave me, Y/N. Each and every love is different, you know, you don’t love the same way ever again. I don’t love you how I love my girlfriend. I don’t love you how I’ve loved my first ex, or the second one. And you don’t love me like you’ve loved the boy you fell for in middle school. You won’t love him the same way you love me, and that’s the beauty in it, isn’t it ? You think you know love, you think you’ve seen love, but you discover love again and again, days after days, persons after persons. You won’t love him like you love me, you will love him better, because he’s treating you better, you’ll find a new love just for him, made for him, created mostly by him. He’ll teach you like you’ve taught me, like she’s teaching me right now. You were amazing at showing me love, but what she’s showing me is totally different, and that’s amazing. You take tiny things from each of your loves and create a new one with them, that’s how you grow, that’s how you learn. I’m sure he knows it, I’m sure he understands you.

- He’s your friend, he’s going to see how I love you. I’ll never not love you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.

- And it’s fine, I love you too. It’s just different now, I’ve found a love that fitted me better. You’ve found it too, I know it. I see it. It’s platonic now, you’re just scared to admit it to yourself because it comforts you to think you’re in love with me still.

- I know, you’re right. Is it ok if I want to keep you in my life ? As a friend or as a stranger, I think I just need you in my life.

- As long as I can keep you in mine, it’s alright. She loves you, you know. She’s never met you but she’s heard so much from you, by me. She wants to meet you if you’re alright with it, you’ll love her too.”

It’s strange, isn’t it ? They should part ways and hate each other, that’s what exes do, no ? She should hate you and your whole existence just for the sake of being his ex, and you should hate her and their new relationship. It should have smashed his friendship with Max to pieces, it seems to strengthen it.

It’s a beautiful thing, really. How one bad person can grow into a good one, with efforts and trials. How one person can love, and love again, and never tire. How forgiveness can be as simple as hate, as despair.

“- Thank you Daniel, I mean it. Thank you for your apology, thank you for being there, thank you for what we’ve went through.

- Thank you for listening, thank you for forgiving me. You’re a beautiful person, you deserve a beautiful love story.”

He went like he came, confidently. When you door is closed, you fish out your phone out of the pocket of your pants, shakily pressing a finger on his call ID. You need to tell him.

“- Hey, darling, what’s up ?

- I love you.”

There’s a pause, a silence, almost insurmountable.

“- I know, don’t worry. I love you too, I promise.

- I’ll never love you like him, I’m sorry. But I love you like.. well, like you. I don’t know if it’s better, but it’s different, and it’s great. It’s going to work.

- I know it will.”

It’s not jealousy, it’s a love you thought you’ve lost.

It’s never been jealousy.

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 angst

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skzpvol · 2 months

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ THE BRIGHTEST STAR - bang chan ࿐ྂ

pairing: nonidol!bang chan x gn!reader

genre: angst, no comfort (i warned you)

warning: mentions of suicide, cursing, the entire drabble is full of hurt

words: 0.8k

synopsis: Chan visits you again. What will you say to you this time?

a/n (1): this drabble is triggering, so please if you are sensitive to the warnings DO NOT read. Your health is my priority and remember that you are not alone, you will never be. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. English is not my first language, so tell me if I made some mistakes.

«hi my love, i’ve missed you. Do you remember what day is it? It’s our anniversary and I really can’t believe that we’ve come this far. The younger me would be so proud to hear I’ve been with the love of my life for six years now. And I would do anything to spend this special day with you. Actually I don’t really want to celebrate. It would be useless if I’m alone.

«I bought your favorite flowers today. Hope you will appreciate them. Do you remember the first time I bought you flowers? They were roses and you were so scared to tell me you were allergic. I felt guilty but when I saw you laughing I thought it was all worthy. Even tho I tried to kill you, hearing and seeing your laugh for the first time was like being transported to heaven. I immediately felt lighter and happier. You’ve always made me the happiest. It’s a shame that happiness is gone now. But it’s not your fault, if anything it’s mine.

«the boys miss you too. You know, one week ago we met all together for the first time after the accident and I tried, I tried so hard to distract myself. I did everything I could, they did everything, but it was all pointless. I told them I was fine, that I felt like I was already moving on, but they were all lies. I can’t help it. I don’t want them to be worried. They’ve already suffered enough and I don’t to be another burden.

«I wrote you a song. Yes, another one. It seems like you are still my biggest inspiration. I really want to sing it to you, but it’s not finished yet. You need to wait just a little more. I promise you, the next time I’ll come with the lyrics. Just wait for me.

«why y/n? Why did you do this to me? Was I not enough? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust me? Why? Why did you not search for help? I would have been there. I would have listened to each of your worries. I would have stayed with you. I would have told you that everything was going to be okay, that you were not alone. So why did you never told me how you were really feeling? Fuck- why? I know that it’s anyone fault, but I feel like I’m the only culprit. I know that i should not be mad at you, but I am. I’m madly angry. I wanna scream, cry and at the same time let everything go. But you will still not come back to me. So why should I try anyway?

«I’ve always seen suicide like a way to die for cowards. I’ve always thought that people who chose it were selfish. But who am I to think about it like that now, if I wasn’t even capable of helping you? I’m the real selfish because in 6 fucking years I wasn’t be able to look into you, to look through you. You were suffering and I didn’t do anything. I tried to blame you when you told me you needed me, so who am I to fucking say you are the selfish one? I’m a mess. I’m a disaster.

«the last time I saw you, you were happier. I remember that I even asked you why. You just told me “today is a beautiful day” and before I left you said “I love you, always will” for the last time. If I only knew. I read somewhere that a star burns brightest in its final moments and I get it now. Every time I look at the sky I always wonder if you are finally happy. When I look at the glowing stars I always think it’s your way to tell me that you are there. You are there and you are okay. You are protecting me.

«I cry. A lot. Even now, I can’t stop crying. The guilt it’s really hard to bear. I can’t even look in the mirror without feeling disgust towards myself. And you would probably be disappointed too if you saw me like this. You want me to be happy, but I can’t. Not without you. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t look out for you when you needed me the most. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when I was supposed to. I’m sorry that i was the worst boyfriend you could ever ask for. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

«will I ever be able to see you again? I really hope so. But I’ll make sure to look at the sky every single night and look out for the brightest star. Because you are there, aren’t you?

«please wait for me, I still have to sing you a song. You will be proud of me, I promise.

a/n (2): hiii, how are you? I’m finally on school break! Sorry if I’m being inactive BUT, apart from school that is really stressing me out, I’m working on a bunch of things (a long ass fic and a smau :)) ). I probably already said this, BUT I’M GOING TO SEE MY STRAY KIDS IN JULY AFTER TWO YEARS, AND I’M THE HAPPIEST. I cannot really wait. Btw, thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed it. I also ask you to like it and tell me your opinion about this to help me to improve. Have a good day / night 🫶🏻

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getousatoruu · 7 days

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AND I AM BACK TO THE FIC REC GRIND BABY...Hope you enjoy them and give love to all the authors <3

Short fics:

he slips in to relieve the pain by weeb_grass (M, 3.3k, Complete)

Yuuji cannot sleep now that he's got another soul picking at him from within his own mind. Megumi keeps replaying the moment Sukuna ripped his friend's heart out. Both find ways to cope with the pain of emotional manipulation. "You stupid boy, Sukuna whispered into the deep crevices of Yuuji’s heart. You stupid, love-sick boy."

My Love Mine All Mine by darlingscurse (T, 8.1k, Complete)

“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!” Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.” (or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.) PS: this one for all the people (me) who LOVEE Megumi absolutely loathing Junpei for no reason except the fact Yuuji befriends him (sorry Junpei)

kiss me not him by tamarsilan (T, 9.4k , Complete)

Still, her mouth had nearly hung open in shock at the news. “Junpei and I are dating,” Itadori had said with a smile on her face, holding up her and Yoshino’s intertwined hands. In their shared college dorm, Yoshino’s socked toes had dragged against their carpet, unsure. Fushiguro had been glad that she was sitting at the time. Between her hands the bunny-adorned coffee mug, Itadori had made her, threatened to shatter Or: Fushiguro Megumi and the five stages of grief

Conbini Kisses by Anonymous (T, 2.1k, Complete)

Itadori’s anger, Megumi can deal with. His silence, however, is torture. ————— Now they’ve reconnected, Fushiguro and Itadori have a much needed conversation.

The Brotherly Code by awkwardtypeos (T, 2.8k, Complete)

He sighs heavily, and looks his best friend dead in the eye, and finally delivers the news. “You cannot court Fushiguro. He is not worthy of you. I must ask you to put a stop to this.” Itadori blinks at him once, twice, several times, and then absolutely squawks, high-pitched and certainly not manly, “W-what do you mean? Todo that’s-that’s none of your business!"

sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle (T, 3.1k, Complete)

Itadori needs touched, and Megumi needs to heal

Long Fics:

you may bury my body by movequickly (M, 32.9k, Complete)

In all the worst ways, Yuji is just like Suguru. PS: I could not sleep for 3 whole days after reading this...this fic is intense i won't lie, the gojo and yuuji scenes are hard to swallow, gojo and geto scenes even more but all in all this also feels like a love letter to Yuuji

Saving You by earthtodora (T, 73k, Ongoing)

Yuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku. When he wakes up in the infirmary, he finds that he's in the past, before the events of the Culling Game, and the Shibuya Incident. Yuji must try to avoid making the same mistakes, and find a way to defeat the King of Curses and save the people he cares about. But first, he must find a way to deal with his own trauma and come to terms with the future he left behind. --- "Sensei," Yuji spoke up suddenly, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts. Gojo looked over at him. "Yes, Yuji?" "I want you to kill me."

tears of a tiger (there is no night without dawn) by rugbratz (T, 53.9k, Completed)

Yuuji understands that most people in his situation would be excited for the promise of tomorrow and what it may bring. But that’s not him. Yuuji can’t even begin to explain the conglomeration of emotions that he feels, but he knows that all of them are horrible and that he’s not ready. He never is.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #fushiita #jujutsu megumi #megumi x yuuji #itadori x fushiguro #itafushi fic recs #fushiita fic recs #fic rec list #fic recs #ao3 fic recs #fic rec

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swallowedbymadness · 8 months

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♡ a melancholy melody ♡

Pairing: pianist!hongjoong x writer!fem!reader

Genre: Period piece drama/romance/aka my ultimate fantasy

Summary: As a writer, love was something you naturally longed for but thought it to be unattainable. However, when a mysterious piano player comes to town one summer, you find yourself falling into a fairytale of your own.

Word Count: 10.2k (oops)

A/N: hello again, my darlings! I come bearing another romantic Hongjoong gift. I’m currently in the middle of writing another member, but this came to me like a vision in the night. I simply could not ignore it. 🥲 aka I watched a period piece drama and needed to write aristocratic Kim Hongjoong asap. 🫠 Please I encourage leaving some feedback for me. I would love to hear your thoughts, emotions, or anything really! 🤍 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy!🥂

Warnings: ye olden times talk (lol), romantic fluff and sweet love makin’, pet names, sensory deprivation (blind fold & fabric restraints used on reader), unprotected sex, oral (f/r), if I missed any pls let me know. 🩷

Proofread: Of course! But, you know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t. 💌

You found yourself at yet another party for people you really did not care to socialize with. But of course, you could not deny your dear friend the company she begged for from you. You would much rather be at home immersed in the newly acquired novel you picked up from the bookstore the other day, upset that you were almost finished with it already.

You lived in a small town in the countryside, so it was always the same guests with nothing special to celebrate. Usually parties consisted of single wealthy men in search of a bride, so her father was always happy to oblige in their search by throwing these lavish evenings in their ballroom. You weren’t sure why you still attended, seeing as you did not care for any of the men that made the guest list. Maybe it was the consistent nagging of your childhood friend or your parents giving you a hard time for still being unwed at your age. Either way, it felt more like an obligation to throw your best dress on for another night of mingling with socialites. But then again, this was better than sitting at home with writer’s block. You were trying to write a fairytale of your own, but life was just so dull and uninspiring. Artists needed a muse, and you simply didn’t have one. You longed to experience romance as you did in the books you read time and time again, but alas, the same boring people did not tick all your boxes to deem worthy enough for the romance you daydreamed about.

This predicament always arose when you found yourself at these parties. Every man who you became acquainted with stayed just that — an acquaintance. Half of you wished your standards would be lower so you could finally marry and have children, but you knew in your heart that that was far from what you craved. You wanted passion, risqué rendezvous at midnight, adventure, and all the in between that the novels you spent so much time reading described, but mainly you wanted something worth writing about. Maybe then you could finish the godforsaken book you’ve been trying to write for months now.

You were trying to pay attention to a current conversation you were having with a military official who was boasting about his assets when your eyes drifted elsewhere, his bragging tone of no interest to you. You dreamed about being whisked away by a magical force to a far away land where the flowers sang along with the breeze and the rays from the sun danced on your skin. It was so sudden, but when your gaze was shifting back on the man in front of you, they caught a pair of chestnut eyes burning into you.

You looked around, not sure if they were truly set on you or not, but to your surprise, there was no one else around they could be looking at. You held the stare, your interest piquing immensely. It was like a string was tied to you because you felt a tug from behind your ribs when his gaze didn’t falter.

“Are you alright, Miss?” The man in front of you brought your attention back to him, breaking you from your hazy dream.

“Ah, yes I uh, I just need some air.” You excused yourself from the ballroom and into the garden. You took a seat on one of the benches near a rose bush, the red and pink petals shining under the night sky, the sweet scent filling the air around you. It wasn’t long before you heard a soft melody erupting from the piano that sat in the ballroom. You got up and roamed back inside to see what the commotion was all about. You lingered in the corner off to the side, watching as everyone danced and laughed while others drank and talked with voices too loud. You noticed a group of women gathered around the piano, giggles and awestruck smiles adorning their faces. As you got a bit closer, you could finally see what they were fawning over.

Sitting at the piano was a man with tousled hair the color of coffee, his sharp features focused on his slender fingers as they skillfully danced elegantly across the keys. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers stilled and the music stopped, silence filling the room before thunderous applause took over the atmosphere. He looked up, and you swore time itself froze.

Your eyes locked with chestnut once again, and suddenly the newly familiar tug in your chest returned, leaving you breathless.

—

“Back so soon are we?” The bookstore owner teased, smiling when seeing your embarrassment displayed on your cheeks.

“The last story was so captivating. A boy who never grew up, a magical fairy and pirates? It was an adventure I couldn’t seem to put down.”

“Well, maybe you’ll find something that lasts you a bit longer than the previous tale.” He smiled, the wrinkles etched into his aged face a comforting sight for you. You placed the small green leather bound book on the counter and began your search for a new fairytale to be entranced by. Your fingers grazed the books on the shelf lightly as you walked down the ilse, reading the titles, waiting for something to cause that initial spark that made you giddy. You stopped over a blue book with silver color bindings, your finger buzzing as it hovered over the spine. You pulled it out and opened it to sample a page. As you felt your mind begin to wander off into the fictional world you were ready to dive into, you didn’t notice the creak of the front door open and the owner greet the new customer that waltzed in shortly after you.

“Ah, Mr. Kim, it’s an honor. And what brings you into my shop?”

“I’m just looking for a light read to fill the hot days with. Any recommendations?” The man asked, and the owner hummed in response, pondering over the options.

“Well, the fantasy section might pique your interest. A good love story is perfect for the longer days of summer. It might even inspire you,” The hinting smile in his tone was obvious, but went unnoticed. The man chuckled at the old man’s words before headed towards the shelves with the recommended genre.

“I’ll have a look then, thank you.” He said with a smile. You we’re so enraptured with the words on the worn pages that you didn’t realize the presence that lingered just behind you.

“Good day, Miss,” A tenor voice from behind you brought you back to the present and away from the book in your hands. You turned around and the tug instantly returned as your eyes met with chestnut once again.

“Oh,” you stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought with the pianist from the other night, but now he was standing before you. “Good day, sir.”

“It is a good day indeed, now that my eyes have stumbled upon you again.” You felt your cheeks heat up from the sudden flirtatious advances. “I believe it is fate that brought us here to find each other again, don’t you?” The corners of his mouth turned upwards into an honest grin.

“Hm,” you contemplated playfully, noticing how his gaze never faltered from your face. “Fate indeed that the stars wanted our paths to cross once again.”

“Maybe this time I will be allowed more than a few stolen glances. Perhaps I’ll have the pleasure of knowing your name?” You clutch the novel in your hand a bit tighter, letting your name slip from your mouth carefully. You saw a small flicker of something you couldn’t quite figure out in his expression, a firm smile and kind eyes still exposed to you.

“It’s a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance.” He bowed, extending his hand out in front of you, waiting for your hand to be placed into his. Once obliging, your palms met and his rosy lips brushed lightly over the top of your hand, lingering over the warm flesh for more than what was deemed appropriate.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Kim.” You hated how your heart fluttered slightly at the delicate touch. His eyebrow shot up in surprise without his cool exterior faltering as his name fell from your mouth so easily. He wondered how you’d known. Perhaps you overheard his previous conversation with the owner.

“Please, call me Hongjoong. No need for formalities.”

“Very well then. And what brings you here, Hongjoong?” You looked back over to the shelf, pretending to nonchalantly browse the titles under your fingertips.

“Well, I play the piano, and very much enjoy writing symphonies. However, I am spending the summer away from the city to clear my head a bit. ”

“Well, Mr. Kim. You’re quite the talk of the town as of late, and I hear that you’re currently the most eligible bachelor.” You recall from all the gossip from around town that you had not stopped hearing about since the party. You learned that he had just arrived that morning and was quickly invited to play that evening.

“Is that so?” He took a step closer to you, and you felt yourself subconsciously step a fraction back, not realizing the bookcase was so close behind you. “And what do they have to say?” He was baiting you, and you knew it. Kim Hongjoong was said to be one of those men who frequented the city brothels only men of his status could afford, or he would find his way into the beds of aristocratic women that you absolutely could and would never associate yourself with. Part of you didn’t want to believe the rumors, but the way his eyes trailed your body left you unsure.

“Not much really, just how handsome you are, and how the way you play piano is a form of art all on its own.” He straightened his stance at that, a proud grin appearing across his features. But you noticed that it still seemed lacking, like the current compliment of the whole entirety of the town wasn’t enough for him or his ego.

“And what do you say?” His brow perked up inquisitively, eagerly awaiting another form of praise to drop from your lips. You lightly scoffed under your breath, just enough for him to hear it.

“I have nothing to say about you.” You simply stated matter of factly. His smile didn't fade like you’d expected it to. Instead, it only grew, like you were challenging a lion waiting to pounce.

“I see,” he hummed in response. His eyes trailed down your body, fixating on your hands that were now crossed in front of you, your fingers slightly white at how tight your grip had gotten on the borrowed book. “I see no husband accompanies you, and no band adorns your left finger. Why is a woman who possesses such beauty as yourself not wed yet?”

“Because, I have yet to find a man who has any interest in what I love most.”

“And what would that be?” You adjusted your stance in hopes this conversation would end soon, his gaze suddenly feeling patronizing. You tapped your fingers against the book in your hands and nodded knowingly. “Books, I presume?”

“Not just books, Mr. Kim, but the stories that lie within the pages. Fantasy, adventure, romance…it’s all so fascinating to me. It’s hard not to get lost in another world. Naturally, this is something I tend to fall victim to as I am a writer myself.”

“Well, I see nothing wrong with that,” he claimed, his confidence filling the air around you both. “You’re a well educated woman. Any man would aspire to have a wife with that quality.”

“I dream in rose color, Mr. Kim, and I’m afraid no man takes a woman like me seriously.” He clicked his tongue, looking around the room before leaning forward to hover his lips just above your ear.

“Not all men can handle a woman like you then, now can they.” He spoke low, his chest vibrating as his words rang in your ear and sent shivers down your spine, his breath hot against your skin. The breath you were holding in your lungs suddenly was lost as you inhaled, your senses being overwhelmed by citrus and bergamot.

“I-” you felt yourself stumble back and lose your footing, a quiet yelp escaping you. You prepared to tumble back into the shelf behind you when you felt his hand grasp the small of your back and pull you close to his chest. Instead, you found yourself crashing into the pianist, and the two of you hit the ground unceremoniously. You looked down into chestnut and swore you saw the sun when a toothy grin appeared across his face, followed by a hearty laugh. You sprung up after what felt like ages, not sure how long you lingered in his space with curious eyes trying to read him like one of your beloved novels. Once the both of you stood back up, the air turning awkward between you two, he picked the little blue book up from the floor that you hadn’t realized you’d dropped, and held it out to you.

“Careful, people may think you’re falling for me already.” You felt your features twist into a mildly disgusted expression before a very audible scoff left your lips.

“You’re…insufferable!” You pushed past him, not wanting to admit the way your heart twisted when you heard his chuckle from behind you.

“Good day, Mr. Kim.”

“I’m sure we’ll see one another again soon.” He winked, but you pretended that you didn’t see it to avoid your face from flushing more than it already was.

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The days of summer were passing by in a blur, and you grew more frustrated that you couldn’t write a single thing without feeling mediocre, resulting in you crumpling the paper up and tossing it onto the floor. Inspiration still remained hidden from you, like a treasure you had to hunt down. Your days weren’t always bothersome though, seeing as you started seeing a certain pianist in the bookstore more frequently. You often found Hongjoong at the bookstore whenever you returned for another new read, but as the warm days came and went, you noticed he would sometimes be in the fantasy section browsing the books as if waiting for you to show up. Or, other days, he would be in the back at a little table with his brows furrowed and a pen in his hand as he scribbled treble clefs and b sharps to add to his stack of sheet music.

You tried your best to stay away, you really did. Not wanting to be the next name in everyone’s mouth, but something wouldn’t allow you to keep your distance for long. It was when he was absolutely enthralled by his work one afternoon that you felt the tug again, the invisible string pulling you towards his hunched over figure. As you approached, you cleared your throat to make your presence known.

“Ah, what a pleasant surprise to see you again!” He looked up momentarily from his jumble of ink stained papers, his hair a tousled mess and plum crescents circled underneath his puffy eyes.

“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

“Trust me, I tried.”

“But?” A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.

“Well…you frequent the one shop in town that I do, so it’s unavoidable, I suppose.” Your excuse did not fool him, but he did not say anything about it.

“I see…” he looked around the mess in front of him and stood up swiftly from the wooden chair, creaking slightly as it slid across the floor under his weight. “Would you like to go on a walk with me?” He blurted, as if the idea just came to him at that very moment. Stunned, you looked out the small window at the front of the shop and then back at him

“Hongjoong, it’s nearly sundown.”

“Perfect,” he gathered the papers and shoved them under one arm, offering the other for you to grab onto. “I’ve been wanting to show you something.”

You two walked not too far, the conversation light and easy as you strolled on his arm through town. Once you reached the edge, cobblestone soon turning to dirt and grass, you noticed a stone path leading up the hill and through a clearing of willow trees. You recall staring up at the aged trees as a little girl, always wondering what magic lied behind the swinging branches. You stopped at the first stone, your grip on his arm loosening as you allowed your arm to unhook from his.

“What is it?” He turned around with a quizzical expression on his face at the loss of your touch. His eyes met yours, concern filling his dark irises as he looked into your own.

“Nothing, it’s just I…” you trailed off, unsure if it was appropriate to engage in such private conversation with a man you hardly knew.

But that’s the thing. You simultaneously felt like you’d known him for lifetimes prior to this one, and it made your skin buzz at the possibility. The very thought confused you, yet you felt excitement lingering in your bones every time he laid eyes on you and the tug pulled you to him.

“C’mon,” he held his hand out to you, his palm inviting yours to rest in his. “Do you trust me?” You weren’t sure what exactly possessed you to place your hand in his and slowly nod as a silent confirmation that yes, you did trust him. Why? You were unsure. But something inside you told you that you were supposed to go up that hill and beyond those trees that evening. So, you allowed him to pull you along behind him as you made your way up, up, up until you reached the very top.

You felt the air get knocked from your lungs when your eyes set upon what was in front of you. A beautiful garden that lit up with fireflies, sprites dancing around the leaves of the trees as the warm evening breeze allowed the flowers to sway in time with the music of nature.

“Hongjoong, what…is this place?”

“Do you like it?” He peered over at you, the warm glow from the candles burning in their lanterns above casting the most radiate light onto your skin, your lips parting in fascination as you watched his garden come to life as the moon and her stars filled the night sky above.

This, he decided, was the purest form of beauty he’s ever seen — You adorning the moon’s elegant light upon you. He did not dare admit that he thought your beauty almost outshined mother moon’s in that moment.

“Like it? I’m captivated by it.” You couldn’t find the words, too awestruck by nature’s true beauty as it flourished and came to life in the beginning of the night.

“This is my home away from home,” he chuckled at the disbelief that had made its way onto your face. “I grew up here.” You looked just past the garden to see a large house with more windows than you’d ever seen, greenery overtaking the brick walls. You noticed that there was a metal staircase that spiraled up to meet a balcony, a beautiful stained glass window with florals depicted in the vivid colors. “Would you like to take a look around?” He tugged you along, excitement flooding your veins as you walked through the various plant life, the different scents filling your senses. From roses to peonies, marigolds and tulips. They mingled together to create this Heaven on earth as magic hung in the air around you.

You took note of the fountain in the middle, frogs ribbiting and grasshoppers chirping as the night came to life around you as you ascended up the aged metal staircase. Once utop the balcony, you ran over to the edge of the thick railing, crashing into it as you took in the whole garden from above. The wind blew your hair around your face, and Hongjoong swore his heart stopped beating in that very moment.

“It’s like a fairytale.” You whispered more to yourself, but Hongjoong caught every word of it as he leaned against the half wall with you. “Oh Hongjoong,” you sighed dreamily, your chin falling into your palm as you rested your elbow on the marble below it. “Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” He felt the corners of his mouth turn upward slightly, his eyes falling onto your lips, his hand clenched into a fist as he fought back the urge to press his body against yours and kiss you with everything he had. Instead, he chuckled under his breath, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Yes, indeed it is.”

—

When the middle of summer hit, you did not ever dream of feeling this alive. Hongjoong had let you into a secret garden that opened your eyes to a world beyond the books you found yourself lost in. That alone made your heart soar, and you felt your heart flutter every time you were around him.

Small, innocent brushes of his hand against yours as you made small talk about anything and everything, feeling completely comfortable in one another’s presence once you started spending more and more time with one another. You hadn’t experienced this feeling before, but it felt like what every book you had read had described this feeling to be…but you were hesitant at first.

It wasn’t until you found yourself under the August full moon in his garden, your heart trembling as the energy in the air shifted that night. Something had changed, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly. As you popped various fruits into your mouth and drank the fizzy liquor he had brought out from the house onto the balcony to make “the perfect midnight picnic” he had claimed, you couldn’t help notice the way his eyes lingered on you for longer than usual. You saw his hands tremble ever so lightly and his features displaying a softer side to him instead of his usual charming facade. Your body was slouching back against the metal as you gazed lazily up at the twinkling stars that littered the sky, feeling completely at peace as you usually did in his presence. You heard him say your name under his breath, pulling you from whatever fantasy you’d made up in your head that evening, to see him standing inches from you. You’d noticed he had trapped your figure between his arms as he pinned you against the railing, his breath warm on your face as he inched closer, sending your heart flying manically within your rib cage.

“I-I think I’m falling in love with you…” he stuttered nervously, bluntly, shamelessly. His eyes darkened and were full of something you couldn’t understand. You felt your breath hitch, your mind fogging over in a lavender haze as you tried to dissect his words.

‘I’m falling in love with you.’ His words rang in your ears, your chest swelling uncomfortably as you responded with no thought behind your response, but more so you just allowed your intuition to guide you through the dangerous storm that was your heart, your feelings for Hongjoong that you had suppressed and refused to acknowledge because he was a player. How many other women did he confess to just to get them into bed with him? For so long, you refused to be labeled as one of them. But now, you couldn’t, wouldn’t, deny yourself and your emotions any longer. You didn’t care about the rumors, you didn’t care about his reputation. You only cared about acting on your feelings that had recently began to surface.

“Kiss me.” You requested softly. You half expected his ego to ruin the moment you reciprocated his advance, but you were surprised when his playboy exterior had not returned. Instead, if it was even possible, his eyes shined brighter than the stars above you two as an innocent smile painted itself across his face as his hands came up to cup your face sweetly. You could feel the beat of his erratic heart through his fingertips as he closed the gap between you two.

His lips on yours was absolutely electrifying, like bolts of lightning shooting through your veins and you could have sworn you heard the sky unleash a crack of thunder as the rain began to pour down onto you both. You didn’t care, even your mouths refused to seize their movements against each other as your tongues crossed one another in the most heated kiss you’d ever experienced. Both his hands clutched your face a bit tighter, pulling you deeper into him, sucking your bottom lip in between his own pair and making you dizzy.

He started backing up, taking you with him through the French doors inally and led you to the fluffy bed. He backed up into the mattress and collapsed against the warm fabric with you on top of him. You stayed like that, lips never leaving one another for hours, lazy kisses and fingertips exploring every inch of your wet skin until your lips were too swollen, and the clothing was too much to keep against your skin.

You swallowed the foreign feeling of surrender as you allowed your heart to experience the pleasure your body was. You instead focused on the way his calloused hands worked at the soaked fabric of your dress, the material slipping from your figure and to the floor, leaving you in your slip that stuck sinfully to you, leaving nothing to the imagination as the cotton fabric exposed you as if you were bare. He removed that as well in time, his jaw going slightly slack and his eyes becoming hooded once he had you naked before him. He did not dare rush, but simply wanted, needed, to take his time with you, savoring every little detail of your curves, your dips, and your edges. He felt the dam holding in his overwhelming emotions break, once your eyes locked again and he saw your smile.

He knew in that moment that he was in love with everything that was simply you.

You woke up later that night, feeling absolutely blissful after recalling how his body felt against yours for the first time, memorizing the sounds he made as he burrowed himself deep in between your legs. You felt a blush dust across your cheeks as the memories played out like a play.

You were soon drawn from your visions when you felt nothing next to you in the bed, the sheets abandoned long ago. You looked over across the room frantically, only to find him hunched over at a table, a lantern illuminating the concentration on his face as he scribbled onto tea stained paper. You watched him for a while, but it wasn’t long before he felt your eyes on him, causing him to return your gaze. He smiled tiredly, standing from the table and making his way over to you, a thin robe exposing his chest as he strode over.

“Did I wake you?”

“Not at all, I was just upset that the bed was cold.” He chuckled, his breathy laugh sending a soothing emotion through you.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to get this song out of my head…would you like to hear it?” You nodded, eyes lighting up at the thought of him playing for you. “Very well then,” he grabbed the sheet music and placed it at the grand piano just next to him, the chair squeaking under his weight as he sat down. He cracked his knuckles, shaking his hands out to loosen himself up before inhaling deeply and looking over the paper one last time before he began to play.

The room suddenly filled with so much emotion, it was nearly suffocating. Your eyes watched how his fingers strategically danced across the keys, the motions seeming so effortless as he swayed back and forth in time with each key being pressed. The melancholy melody painted the room various shades of blue and gray, the music reminding you of the midnight sky and the feeling it evoked when you longingly looked up at the stars and wished for your heart’s deepest desire. It was the sound of how it felt to talk to the moon when you prayed for your wish to come true. It was indescribable with words, but Hongjoong was able to convey every emotion lingering in the air with his fingertips.

When he stopped playing, you came back down from the cloud you’d perched yourself on top of as you lost yourself to the lullaby he had created, and you felt tears burning your eyes.

“That was lovely. You play beautifully.” You commented, voice barely there as you allowed your eyes to speak for you when words had failed you.

“Thank you,” he gathered the pages back up neatly, placing them back on the holder before reaching for the glass with a swig of amber colored liquor left in it that sat on the table. “It’s meant to portray longing. It’s an insatiable feeling that gets deeply rooted into your soul if you’re not careful. Even if you grab hold of something so tightly and never want to let go, sometimes you feel that sense of greed that you need more, even if you have the whole world at your fingertips.” You hummed in response, feeling the ache in your chest burn as you dared ask your next question.

“What was your inspiration?” His eyes finally settled on yours, a sad smile making its way onto his lips before he sighed.

“You.”

—

As the sun began to burst into bright hues of oranges and reds, painting the sky as it set for the day, you unlocked the gate that led into Hongjoong’s garden, the sprites welcoming you back once again to the fairytale you longed to escape into. As you approached the spiral stairs that took you to a land that seemed far far away from reality, there he was, the handsome prince of your summer romance, waiting for you at the top.

He was bent over the railing, a bottle of fizzy liquor half empty dangling from between his fingertips as his eyes searched the sky for something he would never say out loud. A miracle maybe, that someone would someday come sweep him away from the tower he deemed himself trapped in.

“That’s very Romeo and Juliet of you,” you laughed from the bottom of the steps, taking one of the leaves of ivy that wrapped around the railing in your finger, the leaf turning a bright green in the sun’s evening glow. You saw him shake himself from his daydream and look down upon you. He let out a breathy laugh as his eyes focused onto you and how your aura was a bright gold at this hour. Maybe this was his golden hour, you standing in his blooming garden, the butterflies and fairies dancing around you as you looked up at him like he was some kind of god that you worshiped. He pondered on the thought.

“I suppose, but why do I have to be Juliet? I’m not a damsel in distress.” You giggled under your breath as you began walking up the steps.

“Are you sure about that?” He rolled his eyes, taking a swig from the crystal bottle before extending his arm out as he waited for you to reach the top. “It’s okay, I’ll rescue you. Just don’t drink any poison before I arrive.” You reached for the bottle he gripped tightly onto but willingly gave over to you. He smiled, a kind of stoic look appearing on his face.

“I can’t make any promises,” he sheepishly grinned as his eyes diverted down to the bottle in his hand. Your heart trembled at the way his words rang with a hint of truth and a cry for help with how his eyes flickered with a hint of sadness, but that was something you would address another day perhaps.

He held the door open for you to enter, the last beams of the sun’s light shining through the stained glass and creating a rainbow of color on the walls.

“I’m only kidding, you know.” he made sure to assure you, you not noticing that he could see the sudden panic in your eyes as you approached him. He walked past you and collapsed onto the bed, a weight filling the air that suddenly caused you to follow suit. You crawled on top of the duvet next to him, waiting for him to open the door to his secret wonderland once more. His head hit the pillow, eyes looking up at the ceiling, hands laying flat on his chest. “I just…” he sighed, trying to find the words while seeking out the courage to let you through the door to his heart. He reached over and pulled you to him, his head rolling to the side to rest his lips against your temple. You were soon thankful for him closing the space between you.

You tiptoed around Hongjoong, like trying not to scare a fawn away. That was your biggest fear — losing him. But when the warmth of his lips met your burning skin, the thought of him running away vanished quicker than it had arrived.

“So when do I get to read one of your stories?” He questioned, eyebrows wiggling teasingly. You groaned at the thought as you tried to forget that you had not picked up a pen to write since you started seeing Hongjoong more.

“I don’t have anything to show you, unfortunately.”

“That’s alright. Maybe you just need a little inspiration.”

“That’s exactly what I need. It’s not easy to come by when you’re surrounded by the same things and people everyday. There’s just nothing to write about.”

“There’s enough gossip floating around town that you could find something to write about, I’m sure.” You hummed in response, the air in the room falling into a comfortable silence before he spoke again, much more softly this time. “They’re not true you know...”

“Hm?” You turned to the side, your eyes focused on the shape of his mouth as he spoke.

“The rumors,” he deadpanned, the words not easily slipping from his tongue. His jaw clenched slightly, and you knew you were approaching something touchy, but if he allowed it, you would slowly walk towards that door he was willing to open for you.

“What do you mean?” An exasperated sigh fell from his lips, but you knew it wasn’t directed towards you.

“I’m sure you’ve heard them by now, just like everybody else. ‘Artist Kim Hongjoong, the playboy, makes his rounds into a different bed every night.’ ‘Pianist Kim Hongjoong was seen leaving the brothel once again.’” He trailed off, the annoyance seeping into his tone.

“You can’t truly believe that anyone believes that about you.” You supplied, but you knew Hongjoong wasn’t buying it when he let out a cold laugh.

“Clearly you haven’t been around town lately.” Even though you knew it wasn’t supposed to be a jab, you could feel the knife pierce your skin with the way he spoke his words with a hint of venom laced between each letter. “Besides, I’ve tried time and time again to save my image, I really have. I don’t know how it even started...” he paused, feeling frustrated, with hurt taking over his soft features, hardening him like a shell that wouldn’t crack. “It’s like, if I pretend I don’t hear what they say, it’ll all go away if I ignore it long enough. I’ll forget about it and move on. But you don’t see the way people look at me…maybe I’m not cut out to be in the spotlight. Maybe I should just stop playing and-” You sat up and took his hands in yours, your heart beginning to jump within your chest like a wild rabbit.

“That’s nonsense, and you know it.” You urged, your words beginning to get stuck in your throat. “You’re too talented to let this dream go. You’re already so loved here, who knows how far your music could take you.” You rubbed circles with your thumbs into the top of his hands, your eyes refusing to meet his own. “Please…don’t. Hold onto it…so tightly, even if it suffocates you. Don’t let anyone or anything take it away from you.” The desperation leaked from your voice, and you weren’t sure if you were referring to his music or yourself, but with the way he pulled you closer to his chest, you knew he wasn’t sure either.

You wouldn’t push him to say more, and Hongjoong was silently thankful for that. The words you both didn’t want to speak were dangling threateningly over both your heads the closer Autumn became. You both knew the end of the summer was your doomed fate, but neither of you dared to speak of it. You simply pushed it away from reality instead, allowing yourselves the peace of existing in a garden of mystical creatures and fireflies as the long days blurred into shorter nights. Every moment spent together was filled with glitter and magic, and every bit of fantasy you could ever ask for. You wanted to be his, gods, did you so desperately want to be his, but you would rather have this little piece of him that he offered to you willingly, than nothing at all.

The little fragments of himself that he chose to share with you were so precious, whether that be a tender kiss to your temple as a silent confession, or when he stayed up until the sun woke up and the dew covered the gardens outside to write something beautiful just for your ears to hear later that night. You never asked for anything, but were grateful when he let you into his inner world, a place you knew no one but him was allowed to explore, reside or dwell in.

There were days you would just lay together, no words exchanged between the two of you, just the steady beating of your hearts. Those were the days you laid in bed waiting for the sun to set so it would welcome the moon and her stars into the sky, the air filled with laughter and sweet nothings being whispered onto sticky skin. Once the stars littered the sky, soft whimpers and gasps would fill the hazy atmosphere when fingertips grazed sensitive spots on exposed skin, when kisses were slow and drawn out, lazy but intentional. Swollen champagne lips and strawberry kisses melted into burning flesh that craved to be touched, to be loved. Ignoring the empty liquor bottles that littered the floor from the days you were not there fueled a new fire within you.

You felt the need to save him from everything that plagued him, a need to save him from himself, but you didn’t even know what this was between the two of you, let alone know if he even wanted to be saved. But, as the days blurred together like your vision when tears formed in your eyes when the sun was too bright in the early afternoon, you realized it would be harder and harder to stay away from him. All of you wished for it, but you knew both of you didn’t have the strength to comply with that, nor would you ever ask that of him. So, with a heavy heart, you decided that wanting was enough.

For you, it was enough.

—

As the cool September breeze rolled through the open window and past the sheer curtains, you let your eyes wander around the space you began to think of as home, reflecting on the summer days that had passed by in such a blur. You saw the wind chimes that played a symphony of their own, the large weeping willow tree just outside the window knocking into the stained glass harmonizing with the clanking metal. You saw the way the birds flew around, singing the beautiful lyrics of nature, the grasshoppers playing their legs like a violin as butterflies fluttered around in a synchronized dance with the fireflies.

Your eyes finally landed on Hongjoong’s ethereal figure next to you. Some strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as his chest rose and fell to steady his erratic heartbeat underneath his rib cage. Your gaze trailed down his bare chest, the smooth skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The delicate sheet draped just over his lower half, his hip bone peaking out slightly. One arm was stretched behind his head for support as he laid there with his fingers combing through the hair at the base of his neck with his eyes closed.

His other hand trailed along the soft skin on your back, both of you bare and exposed to the walls surrounding you. Paintings you had created together when the air was sticky and the fruit he brought from the garden was sticky sweet, hung on any available space, making each wall feel cluttered, but it was how Hongjoong liked it.

All you, always. Compressed into an overwhelming suffocation. It was beautiful and made it hard for him to breathe in the most intoxicating way.

Your attention was brought back to the moment when you heard him exhale contently and felt the sheets rustle next to you, his front now nuzzling into your side. You felt the tip of his nose graze across your skin, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a content sigh.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he admitted into your sticky flesh, his hand coming up to caress the exposed breast that was uncovered from the sheet. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his mouth place wet kisses onto the mound of flesh that adorned your chest, his lips taking your nipple in slowly as he let his tongue rile the bud up. You sighed, feeling a wave of arousal crash into you.

“Tell me you love me,” you whispered breathily, the air surrounding you warming up as you felt the disbelieving and honest chuckle rumble from within his chest, as if he couldn’t believe you’d tasked him with something as easy as breathing. “I want to hear you say it again,” His mouth came off of you with a pop as he looked at you through his thick lashes. He laid his head across your chest, his ear pressed just above where your heart was wildly beating like thunder during a vicious storm.

“I love you,” he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, not letting the fondness in your eyes go unnoticed. “I love you with everything that one human could possibly give to another.” He rubbed his thumb lightly across your cheek, a small smile forming across his lips as he stared at you. “I love you earnestly, passionately, and irrevocably so.” He paused, lifting his hand to cup your cheek lovingly. He scooted up, putting his arm over your abdomen and supporting himself up. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, and soon was dipping down to press a lingering kiss to your lips before continuing. “I would willingly give myself to you in any way you wish to have me.” You felt the blush dust across your cheeks at his words, as if pulled from one of your favorite novels.

“I must admit,” you propped your head up with your chin on your forearm, eyes lazily looking into his as he laid back down beside you to get a straight on view of your features. He swore he would never tire of the sight before him. “I feel the same way.” He chuckled in response, his hand going to the back of your head as he used his fingers to comb through your hair.

“I would sure hope so. If you didn’t, I would be questioning your motives.” He joked, his smile spreading when you rolled your eyes and laughed under your breath.

“I’m serious! I have never loved another this way, nor do I ever want to.” Your eyes became glassy when you saw the sun shine in his own, the sunset painting an array of hues across his porcelain skin. His other hand reached down to grab yours, his lips pressing feather light kisses to each fingertip, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so, his gaze growing serious and intense. A shiver made its way down your spine in response to his affection.

“Would you die for me?” His lips stilled on your skin, waiting for your response. You could feel his hummingbird heart about to take flight in his chest the longer you let the air between the two of you stay silent.

“Of course.” You simply said, the words easily leaving your swollen lips to your own surprise. You weren’t sure when that had become an absolute truth in your heart, and you didn’t want to ponder on the thought for too long. “You’ll be the one to kill me in the end, anyway.”

“‘You say I killed you, so haunt me then.’” Your eyes darted up at him, a knowing smile making its way across his face.

“I didn’t know you read Brontë.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he lightly traced patterns into your back, your head falling back onto his chest. “But I’d like to change that.” Next thing you know he is hovering back over you, his intense irises locked on yours. His strong arms pulled you into his embrace, the stickiness on his skin from your previous endeavors heating up under your touch like lava. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out three matching black satin ties and sitting up straight above you so he could see the entirety of you. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You stated firmly, but you didn’t know if the answer was for him or yourself. He smiled, his eyes softening at the mere sight of your body underneath his, the sheet long gone from both of your bodies.

“Good. I want to make sure you never forget me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Your eyes stared holes into his face, the passion burning your veins and begging for him to touch you. Your skin tingled, blood red hot and buzzing with adrenaline when he took your wrists in his hands and began tying a knot. Once your wrists were bound together, he sat you up straight and gathered your luscious hair into a messy pony, wrapping the second piece of satin around the bundled up hair. Some strands fell back onto your face, but he did not seem to mind. He finally held the third piece in his hands, reaching behind your head and covering your eyes.

“Are you alright?” He inquired, goosebumps forming across your skin as you felt his breath ghost along your ear. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, feeling your scorching blood running thickly through your body, acutely more aware of everything around you now that you had lost your vision.

“Good,” you felt his fingers ever so lightly brush along you, shoved after shiver rippling through your body, your core beginning to dampen the bedding underneath you. You felt his breath hovering over your lips, and you so desperately wanted him to close the small space that separated your lips from his. Like he read your mind, he nipped at your lower lip, his tongue quickly swiping over it and backing away as you tried chasing his lips with your own. A disgruntled groan left you, the frustration only building the more he did it.

“Please Hongjoong, ” You whined, feeling the tension in your abdomen twist every second he denied you the touch of his lips. You felt your core tingle as his hands traveled over your body, but never really touching you. But you could feel the energy from his palms vibrating every atom within you. You leaned forward and were met with nothing, a frustrated whine slipping from your lips. You heard him chuckle, and it wasn’t long before his lips were crashing into yours feverently. You had never wanted your hands to be free more than you did in this moment. You had not realized how deprived you would feel restrained under his strong hold on your wrists as his mouth consumed yours. You needed to card your fingers through his hair, you needed to feel his muscles under your fingertips, you needed to touch.

“I want you…” He panted into your mouth, his length hardening against you as he subconsciously began to grind on you. “So. Bad.”

“Take me, for I am yours.” You pleaded, against his rushed kisses, your tongues waltzing with one another as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing firmly into yours. “Only yours.” You sighed into his lips, and you heard a small moan leave his own.

You felt him grab your wrists and bring your arms up over your head, the tie in your hair loosening and soon your hair fell around you as he removed the strip of satin. You could hear Hongjoong working above you, and soon felt his grip on you leave, but your arms were still suspended above you. Your abdomen swirled with excitement as you realized he had tied you to the iron bed frame to keep you in place.

You shuddered when you felt his breath back on your skin, this time it was much, much lower than before. His hot breath was blowing against your clit, causing you to writhe at the immediate sensation.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste you on my tongue.” You felt his nose brush along the sensitive skin near your folds. It disappeared just as quickly as it had come, but not without a deep sigh leaving him first as he took in the very sight before him. Your trembling figure above him, your dripping cunt waiting to clench onto something, your throbbing clit wishing to be abused.

“To devour you, is my most absolute desire in this world.” He growled against the inside of your thigh, lightly nipping his way towards your heat once more. He suddenly licked a stripe up your center, your back arching instantly as you felt the air being ripped straight from your lungs, a gasp falling from your lips. The moan that exited his lungs was feral, and was now something you craved to pull out of his chest. Again, and again, and again.

“No wine, no champagne, nor any fruit could ever taste as delectably addictive than you do, my love.” He said as he licked his way around your sex, making sure every drop of arousal that dropped from your awaiting pussy was cleaned up before he made an even bigger mess of you.

He reached up and pressed two fingers against your lips, encouraging you to allow him entrance into your mouth. You allowed it, your tongue obsessively coating his digits with your saliva, sucking hard and needy. You heard a groan come from him, his dick twitching in anticipation at the feeling of your mouth on his fingers. He pulled them out and dipped back down, slowly sliding them into your soaked cunt, your walls inviting him in. You couldn’t suppress the noises that begged to leave your mouth as he reached a hand up and pressed down against your stomach, pumping his fingers in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Hongjoong, I-I need it faster,” you panted and begged into the air, the itch to grab a fistful of his hair so strong in your fingertips it felt like an ache. At your request, his fingers plunged deeper and at a quicker pace, his fingers curling inside to feel the spongy wall he was looking for.

“I want to make you see stars brighter than the ones outside that window as you cum for me, pretty baby.” He confessed into your core as his tongue flicked against your clit, waiting for your release and the floodgates to open onto his awaiting tongue.

“I can’t, I can’t hold on,” you jumbled, your eyes rolling behind the blindfold as you squeezed your hands together like you were in prayer.

“Let go, my love.” He cooed, his honey voice making you melt under his words.

One.

Two.

Three.

You counted the amount of flicks to your swollen bud and until you were gushing around him, your slick running down the base of his fingers, your back arching like your body was possessed, the desperate moans escaping you as you felt liquid hot and completely on fire, everything going numb and your body exploding like a shooting star under his touch, the pressure of his hand on your stomach becoming overwhelming as he pressed down.

Your ears rang, you felt the earth spinning and you tried catching the stolen breath to return it to your lungs as you laid there, arms exhausted from hanging above you.

“We’re not done yet, darling.” He purred, coming up to you and removing your blindfold so you could watch him put his fingers into his mouth, slurping up the slick that had coated his hand. You felt another tug in your gut and the familiar warmth returned to your core as he used the rest of it to coat his dick and stroke his length lazily, his eyes blown out completely and hooded as they bore into your sparkling skin.

“I need more,” you pleaded weakly, the emptiness your felt while your walls clenched at nothing, waiting for something to grip onto. “I need you. Please Hongjoong, I need you.”

“You have me, love. I’m right here.” He grabbed your arms and untied you from the iron, your wrists still bound together. He draped your arms around his neck before positioning you over his throbbing member.

“Now,” he held your hips firmly in place just above him. You could feel his leaking tip barely touch your entrance, a string of precum connecting to you. “take what you want from me.” He sucked your earlobe into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the cartilage as you sunk down onto his length. You did not need time to adjust to him, your heat consuming his length effortlessly. Your rigid walls sent a shiver down his spine, the shock of your sex tightly encasing him in a safe hug brought him to near tears as he released your lobe and tilted his head back, a guttural moan shamelessly slipping from between his swollen lips.

Your lips found his adams apple, it vibrated under your touch as you began to bounce slowly on top of him, grinding your hips in a circular motion against him. The lewd sound of your skin smacking against one another, the squelching when his member was pulled completely out and thrusted right back into your hole, your slick pooling out of any available space it could. His hands gripped your hips as he guided you to rock back and forth, his face dipping down in between your bouncing breasts as you moved in rhythm with his heartbeat.

His nails dug into the sensitive flesh of your hips as he bucked his hips upward to meet your thrusts. The pace you had set was much too slow for his liking, but he didn’t want this moment to end so soon, the warmth beginning to build up in his abdomen. As your hips rocked and your body shook with each jab his dick made into your spongy wall inside of you, a waterfall of gasps and moans poured from your lungs, the stars in the night sky filling your vision completely with their dazzling light.

“Baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he panted into your neck, his own whines and moans filling the space between you in the most beautifully erotic way.

“Hongjoong, I-oh,” As you both released everything you possibly could while flying through the galaxy behind your eyes, it was like a nebula of stars bursting inside of your chest, forming new constellations just for him. All the love you could ever imagine giving to someone was bursting at the seams and overflowing from your skin. It was all consuming, and you knew you would never recover from this.

Hongjoong was your undoing.

Satiated, he collapsed on top of you, all of his weight melting into your body as you laid there. His member softened inside your walls, still holding onto his member desperately as you were his body on top of you. You felt his hand slide up your arm and untie the satin that kept your wrists bound in place so you could finally relax the aching muscles against him. You finally were able to run your fingers through his damp hair, your lips planting themselves onto his temple as he laid there breathing heavily.

“I love you…so much.” Your voice broke, barely above a whisper, hot tears falling from your tired eyes as you took in the comforting citrus and bergamot you’d come so accustomed to over the summer. Now that autumn was here, you were sure you had fallen just as the leaves on the trees that laid beyond the walls you resided in had. It was inevitable, unavoidable, and almost felt fated.

“You’re everything to me,” he pressed his lips to your pulse point on your neck, lingering there as he took in your sweet scent and committed it to memory.

“Everything.”

—

Once the leaves darkened and began to fall from their branches, the air cooling and the days getting shorter, you knew it was time for Hongjoong to go back to the city.

“I’ll write to you,” he said, his warm hands taking yours and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. The arriving carriage outside to take him was confirmation that your time with him was truly up.

“I’ll tell you all about the fairytales I write, but only if you promise to write a song for me.”

“Oh my love,” he cupped your face, eyes softening with tears brimming and threatening to spill. “You’re my muse…the reason I will continue to write from every day on. Everything I do is all for you now.”

“Promise you’ll come back to me? Tell me this isn’t goodbye…” he brought you into his embrace, the autumn breeze sending a chill through you. His warmth surrounded you as his cheek pressed into the top of your head as he held you.

“This isn’t goodbye…” He adorned a sad smile on his face as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “Besides, how am I going to marry you if I never return?”

“What…?” You pulled back a little so his face came into view, your heart freezing over as his words embedded themselves into your soul.

“Marry me.” It wasn’t a question, which sent your heart soaring through the clouds above. “When I come back, I want to take you away. We can travel the world, see the stars from anywhere you wish. Just as long as I’m with you.” He gulped, his eyes turning glassy at the sight of you. “I can’t bear to live a life without you in it...So please, wait for me. I won’t be gone long.”

“Oh, Hongjoong…I-”

“Do you trust me?” His eyes bore into yours, nothing but absolute infatuation and devotion swimming in his chestnut irises, erasing any doubt you had lingering in your heart. You closed your eyes and leaned back into him, allowing his embrace to tighten over you once more. You allowed your senses to fill with his intoxicating citrus and bergamot before a sigh fell from your lips.

“Always.”

—

That evening, you sat by your window with fresh pages and a new pen in your lap, ready to finally write. As you replayed every memory, every touch, every whispered confession from this summer, you felt a sense of ease wash over you when you realized that you had now found your muse.

You took a sip of the tea you had made, placing the tea cup on the sill as you gazed up into the night sky. Even if he wasn’t with you, you sought comfort in the way you could feel in every bone in your body that you were under the same sky, illuminated by the same glittering stars.

As you found yourself humming the lullaby he played for you that one august morning after you had shared another sleepless night between his alabaster sheets, you lazily looked up at the stars above, chin resting on the palm of your hand as the fireflies danced for you like they did when Hongjoong was there. You felt the familiar tug you’d grown used to over the summer pull at the strings that held your heart in place.

You couldn’t help but wonder he was looking up at the moon and thinking of you too. Another tug in your chest was felt as the thought floated around your headspace. A small smile formed across your features as you nuzzled deeper into the cushion on the sill, eyes filling with tears as your heart sang.

Yes, he most certainly was.

#ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x y/n #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x y/n #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez hongjoong

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norraexploradora · 19 days

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“Clone Force 99 Died With Tech.” Is that really true? The Answer is Deeper than you Think

In the series Finale of the Bad Batch, Crosshair shouts at Hunter with a harsh but memorable line, “Clone Force 99 Died with Tech.” But was that really true?

The answer could be both yes or no depending on the point of view.

From Crosshair’s perspective, he did believe Clone Force 99 died with Tech. A great deal of time had passed after he chose the Empire over his brothers. Like Omega told him on Pabu, “You’ve missed so much.” Crosshair was unaware all of the changes the squad had been through.

However, Crosshair knew exactly what was waiting for them inside Tantiss and that any attempt to infiltrate the base would be considered a suicide mission.

By sending his brothers elsewhere, Crosshair felt he was saving them. Given that his choice to remain with the Empire was the main source of his guilt, he felt that deserved to be the one to sacrifice himself. Hunter calling out this attempt as “Plan 99,” triggered Crosshair to forcibly reject everything they once were; thus giving us the line in question.

It’s important to note that by the time Tech enacted Plan 99, he had already come to the realization that they were more than a squad; they were a family. Tech sacrificed himself during a mission. So in essence, he saved his squad as a soldier. However, given the narrative of Season 2, there is a greater possibility that Tech quantified his decision as saving both his family and his squad.

Tech never thought he deserved his fate but understood it was the only solution. Plan 99 was implemented as an act of love. In Crosshair’s case, he felt he owed Omega; that sacrificing himself was an adequate punishment for his mistakes. That’s a huge difference.

Crosshair ultimately needed to forgive himself in order feel worthy of being accepted into the his old squad’s established family. We see this moment happen during the defeat of Dr. Hemlock.

During a tense stand-off on the bridge outside Tantiss, Crosshair had the ultimate test of faith. Plagued with doubts, he faced his worst fear; failure. With the encouragement from his brother, Crosshair pushed through his trauma and made a perfect shot to save his sister.

When Omega chooses to hug Crosshair after the battle was over, we clearly see the shock on his face that turns into relief. It was that in that exact moment that he finally forgives himself and is able to accept the love of his family. It’s one of the most touching and meaningful scenes in the entire series.

So, was Crosshair right? Did Clone Force 99 really die with Tech?

In my opinion, no.

Rescuing Omega from the clutches of Dr. Hemlock was their last mission as a squad. Their armor may have been metaphorically stripped of their old identities, but Clone Force 99 is irrevocably a part of them; just as one becomes a college alumni after graduation.

It’s also important to point out that Clone Force 99 was a title given to them by the GAR and the Bad Batch is a name they chose for themselves. A more accurate declaration would be that the concept of Clone Force 99 died when the Republic fell.

The narrative through the story of the Bad Batch is that the past is always a part of you. Your decisions and choices become your legacy.

Romar told Tech that Serennians existed before the war and the archive was a way to preserve his people’s history. Tech later explained to Omega that their squad existed before Echo and will still exist without him; that change is a fundamental part of life and they must adapt and move on.

Clone Force 99 and the Bad Batch may have been disbanded but their existence didn’t die.

They simply remain part of the Galaxy’s history and their legacy lives on through Omega and all people they’ve aided throughout their lives.

The skull patch on Omega’s jacket during the epilogue proves that.

#tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #the bad batch #the bad batch crosshair #bad batch season 3 #bad batch tech #bad batch omega #bad batch #badbatch #bad batch spoilers #clone force 99 #tbb hunter #hunter bad batch #omega bad batch

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atopvisenyashill · 3 months

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"Daenerys has done a lot of wrongs" and said are killing slavers

thanks for this one actually because you gave me an excuse to talk about that for a bit.

now first of all - i find it very frustrating that when people say “this was wrong” everyone defaults to “why do you care about slavers” when usually, when i’m talking about things dany has done wrong, i’m talking about mirri maz durr, sacking astapor, sexually abusing irri, and taking a profit off slavery. mirri wasn’t a slaver, she was a slave, and she was blood sacrificed by dany. sacking a city, regardless of who is in that city, is always messy and bad - ask Cleos the Butcher and the people he rules over how they feel about the Sack. Ask the people of King's Landing how they feel about their houses being set on fire every few decades. Ask Missandei how she really feels watching the woman she put all her faith in take a cut off the selling of slaves. Hell, Dany knows that Irri does not want to have sex with her and is doing it because she feels "obligated" because she's a slave and Dany still uses her as a bed warmer and then bars her from expressing an interest in Rakharo because she doesn't believe Irri is ~worthy~ of Rakharo (worthy to fuck but not to love and don't I fucking know about attitudes like that coming from white straight girls lmao).

But let's move past all of that (you certainly seem uninterested in talking about the personhood of slaves like Missandei and Mirri after all, despite ostensibly defending them here) and dig into the crucifying of the Great Masters. In fact, let's turn to Dany's own thoughts over this, bolded part mine:

In the plaza before the Great Pyramid, the Meereenese huddled forlorn. The Great Masters had looked anything but great in the morning light. Stripped of their jewels and their fringed tokars, they were contemptible; a herd of old men with shriveled balls and spotted skin and young men with ridiculous hair. Their women were either soft and fleshy or as dry as old sticks, their face paint streaked by tears. “I want your leaders,” Dany told them. “Give them up, and the rest of you shall be spared.” “How many?” one old woman had asked, sobbing. “How many must you have to spare us?” “One hundred and sixty-three,” she answered. She had them nailed to wooden posts around the plaza, each man pointing at the next. The anger was fierce and hot inside her when she gave the command; it made her feel like an avenging dragon. But later, when she passed the men dying on the posts, when she heard their moans and smelled their bowels and blood… Dany put the glass aside, frowning. It was just. It was. I did it for the children.

Immediately after doing it, Dany regrets it. She recognizes she did it while angry and impassioned and reckless, and that the deaths were agonizing, that she did it not for the children but because she was angry and humiliated. This scene has never been as righteously clean morally than people would believe from the moment it was on page! She recognizes she did a fucked up thing but rationalizes it away because she can't admit she made a mistake. She reflects on it later again as she's ruling Meereen:

She had not forgotten the slave children nailed up along the road from Yunkai. They had numbered one hundred sixty-three, a child every mile, nailed to mileposts with one arm outstretched to point her way. After Meereen had fallen, Dany had nailed up a like number of Great Masters. Swarms of flies had attended their slow dying, and the stench had lingered long in the plaza. Yet some days she feared that she had not gone far enough. These Meereenese were a sly and stubborn people who resisted her at every turn. They had freed their slaves, yes … only to hire them back as servants at wages so meagre that most could scarce afford to eat. Those too old or young to be of use had been cast into the streets, along with the infirm and the crippled. And still the Great Masters gathered atop their lofty pyramids to complain of how the dragon queen had filled their noble city with hordes of unwashed beggars, thieves, and whores. To rule Meereen I must win the Meereenese, however much I may despise them.

She lets the bodies of the people she wants to rule rot, the smell lingering in the plaza for weeks, reminding the people she is trying to make peace with that she can and will viciously murder their families and gloat over their corpses and they cannot stop her. Then doesn't put in any rules about wages, anything to help the sick and disabled. She blames the Great Masters for working within the system they've had for generations despite yelling at them to get a new system and doing nothing to help them move to that new system. She judges them, she hates them, and she wonders why she has the Meereneese version of the KKK springing up afterwards. She is just as ineffective as Andrew Johnson is during Reconstruction, too focused on her own feelings to look objectively at what this destroyed city actually needs from her, instead judging them from her own lofty pyramid with her own slaves and her own superior culture and mopes about how much she wants the Seven Kingdoms.

SHE is the one who decided she was going to rule this place. But instead of focusing on reconciliation, she focuses in on revenge. And that is why she sets herself up to fail.

#ya'll are so fucking annoying #anti daenerys targaryen #anti dany stans #slavery in essos #asks #anons

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Hiya Charlie! I missed ya! I’ve been busy with college. I finally changed my major to American history and I’m happier.

Anyway I have a request for you! Idk if you do AUs or anything, but I thought it’d be fun. How about a Hannibal royal family au? I’ve been reading a lot about knights and princes and princesses lately, and this idea wouldn’t leave my brain!

have a lovely day Charlie!

ROYAL HANNIBAL FAMILY AU:

You were but a villager.

In no way were you expected to attend any royal ceremony or to even set foot into the palace…but, you had still received a letter one morning—inviting you to the castle. You had believed in a hoax at first—a joke. Or maybe even a mistake. But, the letter had your name on it—written in pretty cursive.

You were hence invited to the castle of the royal family. Once confirmed, you began to be frightened. Many rumours went about that place…And some of them were gruesome.

Tales of man-eating monsters and bloodthirsty creatures hiding within the castle.

You didn’t know why you had been invited—but you knew that you had no choice but to accept the invitation or some misfortune might befall on you. You hence stepped within the walls of the dark castle where many had stepped in before—only to never return…

You knew you ought to bring a gift for the family, and hence chose to pluck flowers from your garden and bring them with you—hoping they would be enough to change your destiny.

HANNIBAL SR. THE KING:

Fleur de Lys.

For the king, you had brought magnificent fleurs de lys—the royal flower. It was said to bring peace and prosperity to a kingdom. You entered the throne room and sure enough, here was his majesty the king. Your knees started shaking as you made your way into the throne room and bowed deeply before none other than King Hannibal Lecter. His eyes seemed to bore into yours and he didn’t talk for a moment—until his eyes landed on the flowers.

"…Are those for me ?" He asked and you nodded before taking a step forward.

"Yes, my king." To your utter surprise, king Hannibal himself stood up and walked down the stairs of his throne to you. He then took the flowers in his hands and smiled.

"…Ah. Fleur de Lys. How thoughtful. A worthy gift. Such a lovely one at that." His eyes looked down at the unfortunate creature who had come into his castle for the sole purpose of being hunted.

"Tell me, my dear child. Why bring me flowers ?"

He was genuinely curious and you smiled before slowly looking back up at him.

"You and your family have been protecting this land and our way of life for as long as I can remember. And I knew that if I was to meet a king, then I was to bring a gift to show my gratitude as to this unexpected invitation."

Hannibal Sr looked at the villager curiously. It was rather odd. No villager had ever brought a gift with them before…But, it wasn’t unwelcome. He smiled. It was even quite touching in a way…He gave the flowers to a servant for them to put them in a vase. He then looked back down at the villager.

"What is your name, child ?" He asked—his voice authoritative and loud enough to echo all around the throne room like thunder.

"…Y/N. My king." You replied before looking up at him and he smiled as he looked at you curiously. You were intriguing. He hummed before returning to his throne to sit back down.

"How about I offer you a job, Y/N ? Would you like that ? Would you consider to work under my service ?" He asked and your eyes widened at the offer.

"Sir…I would love nothing more."

And just like that, you had now been hired by the royal family as a servant. And for the first time, the villagers saw one of their own return to the village. You quickly packed your bags and left—unaware the fate that you had miraculously escaped.

HANNIBAL JR. THE PRINCE REGENT:

Roses.

When you approached the gates, you could already see the guards staring at you with knowing smirks. You gulped. They seemed to know something about the purpose behind your visit and the way they looked at you made you involuntarily shiver…You looked at the roses in your hands. Perhaps your gift would spare you punishment, or even death ? You shook your head at the dark thoughts plaguing your mind before stepping inside and making your way to the throne room…You were expecting to meet with the king.

But instead, the Prince Regent was sitting there—his piercing gaze staring at you intensely as you approached.

"M-My prince…" You greeted him politely before bowing respectfully before him.

"…I was made aware that you had a gift for me, is that correct ?" He asked and you bowed your head deeply before offering the roses to his gaze.

"Yes, my prince. Roses." He scoffed before standing up to look at the roses closely.

"I have many roses within my kingdom, why would you bother bringing me such a gift ?" You stayed completely still and didn’t know how to answer.

"I…I just thought that his majesty would appreciate them. I have grown them myself and I thought that you would be able to appreciate a gift as this one because I heard you valued hard work and dedication. I only wished to prove myself to you."

Hannibal Jr smirked before grasping your chin and slowly tilting it up to look into your eyes.

"Very well…And what can you do for me then, little flower ?"

You started thinking about it before replying confidently.

"…Anything you want, my prince."

He studied your answer and smiled as his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second. He finally released your chin and seemed pleased by your answer.

"Anything you say ? Interesting."

Maybe…Would he keep that one ?

MORGAN HANNIBAL THE FIRST PRINCE: Pansies

Once you had entered, you followed your instincts to give you the path to the throne room, as no one seemed to be around to guide you. You started walking until you reached a magnificent door with lovely gold patterns. You thought it was the throne room and opened the door—only to end up in a library. You looked around curiously. The village didn’t have books such as these—not as many anyway…And besides, only a lucky few knew how to read. And they didn’t share their knowledge unless they were paid…

Then, your eyes landed on a book that was open on the table. You knew you better haste and find the throne room before your time was up but…Curiosity got the best of you and you slowly made your way to the book. You hoped there would at least be pictures for you to look at…Once close enough, you looked at the pages and found it rather curious to find the illustrated representation of a rabbit wearing a waistcoat and holding a pocket watch…How curious.

As the pages were flipped, more incongruous and confusing characters came in, all the more interesting as the pages went along…You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of a smiling purple cat. You then wondered who that book might well belong to ?

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could turn around—you felt the hand of a stranger at the back of your neck and forcing you to remain in the same position…bent over the book.

"…Do you like it ?" He asked—his voice merely a whisper in your ear and you gulped as you started becoming nervous.

"I…I didn’t mean to look at it. I am sorry, sir. Please. Forgive me."

He tsskd in disapproval before digging his fingers into your skin.

"Answer my question, little mouse…or your last words will be the apology."

And with that threat, your tongue started working on its own.

"Y-Yes. I like it. I love the pictures and the funny animals. I just…I would just like to understand more. I have trouble understanding the story. I am sorry."

He hummed behind you before sitting down next to you. That is when his face came into view and your eyes widened as you recognised the first prince…You wished to escape—but his grip hadn’t loosened as he took the book and opened it on the first page.

To your utter shock, he started reading it to you. His voice was cold, but poised and rich like cinnamon and melted sugar…After a while, you decided it was best to just listen and enjoy the privilege of being read to. You didn’t even notice when his grip on you finally loosened completely and he instead started circling the side of your throat with his thumb—seeking your pulse and wondering if you were afraid.

He searched for fear. He found none…His eyes settled on the flower pot you had brought with you…pansies. You had brought pansies to the castle and he held back a laugh before continuing reading to you.

You had no idea of the fate awaiting you.

KEVIN HANNIBAL THE MIDDLE PRINCE: Daffodils.

"HELLO, PRECIOUS !" You were stunned when the doors of the castle opened wide and none other than Prince Kevin came out with a big grin on his face. "Come in, luv’. Make yourself at home !"

He took your hand and before you could as much as let out a squeak of protest…You were already in. He dragged you all the way to—what you assumed to be—his bedroom. It was a great room with all the luxury one could afford…but what truly struck you wasn’t the fine furniture and incredible gold, silver and emerald green designs worthy of such a man…No.

It was the paintings.

Hundred of them. They were covering the walls and for a simple villager, it was like walking inside a great museum. You had never seen so many paintings, or even held a brush before. But, you couldn’t but to marvel facing all those reproductions of people you had met, people you had never met, places you had seen and other unseen…It put into perspective all the things you knew and didn’t in such a beautiful way.

The prince remained silent—observing you with a slight tilt of his lips. He was holding back a smile as he saw the admiration in your gaze…The middle prince was foreign by what the rumours said about him—from a country far away surrounded by water and where dark creatures resided. But, his smiling face was a complete contrast with what you thought your first meeting with royalty would be.

"Not bad, eh ?" He asked and his accent rolled off his tongue in such a way that it inwardly made you smile for some reason.

"Those are…incredible, my prince." He chuckled at your compliment before looking down at the flowers in your hands.

"Are those for little old me ?" Before you could answer, he took the flowers from you and smiled at the daffodils. He then did something unexpected and threw the flowers on his bed. You were about to ask the reason before he wordlessly guided you to the bed and laid you down carefully. He then started placing the flowers all around your head—as if putting together an art piece. When he was finished, he smiled.

"Don’t move." He then quickly grabbed brushes, colours and a canvas to start painting. You didn’t dare move as he put himself to work and silent fell all around you—except for the occasional sounds of the careful strokes of his paintbrush on the canvas and your breathing. After a while, you dared to glance at the prince and observe him as he worked. He was…quite handsome. His eyelids lowered and his eyes focused on his work. You didn’t know the reason for your summoning, but you would have never thought it was to be the model for the prince’s next art piece.

Suddenly, his eyes met yours and he smiled knowingly—for a moment resembling his own art in the perfection of his traits.

You smiled back.

PETER HANNIBAL. THE YOUNGEST PRINCE: Sunflower.

Peter was bored. His father and brothers were all busy with their duties and he wasn’t allowed outside the wall of his room. He sighed and was staring out his window. He wished for a friend…a friend to come and cure his boredom. And as if his prayers had finally been answered, someone entered his room—someone new. He had first expected Morgan or Kevin, but his eyes lit up when he realised that it was someone he had never seen before…

"Oh. My apologies. I…I am afraid I am a bit lost."

His mouth was about to speak up when they landed on the sunflower in your hand instead. A sunflower ? You had brought a sunflower ? He stared at it and you noticed. You smiled before giving it to him. He was surprised, but smiled at the gift that he eagerly received and stared at…

"Could you please tell me the direction of the throne room ?" They asked with an incredibly sweet voice and Peter was stunned for a few seconds. The throne room ? No…So, they were the next meal ? The next one to be served as dinner for his family ? He looked them up and down and in a matter of seconds—took a decision. He stood up and went to the door to lock it. He then remained with his back facing you for a while before slowly turning back towards you with the biggest grin on his face.

"C-Could you play a game with me ? Just the two of us ?" You blinked twice in astonishment at his request before chuckling nervously.

"Hum…I am not sure, my prince. I think I ought to go to the throne room now before I arrive late…"

"Just one. PLEASE !" He pleaded and you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you smiled and nodded in agreement. "Sure. What is the game then, my prince ?"

He giggled and his face got closer to you before he replied:

"Listen to me and do everything I say or…you die." You were taken aback for a moment before you huffed a nervous laugh.

"…What ?"

Suddenly, his jovial smile disappeared—replaced by darkness in his eyes.

"You heard me. Do as I say or…my papa and my brothers will find you and eat you. But, I can keep you safe. I can help you. All you have to do is promise to be my friend !" At that last part, he grinned again and you knew better than to ignore such words. They were no laughing matter—especially that you knew you hadn’t been the first to be summoned and to never return. You realised that he wasn’t kidding and you gulped. What choice did you have ?

You bowed.

"Yes. Thank you, my prince."

His grin widened before he hugged you tightly.

"You and I…we’re gonna be best friends. You’ll see. And I’ll love you and you’ll love and it is gonna be so great ! You’ll see…"

Indeed, you would…

You thought before a petal of the sunflower fell to the floor.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #hannibal siblings #morgan hannibal #peter hannibal #the hannibal family #hannibal jr #hannibal x reader #hannibal family #hannibals #hannibal lecter #hannibal #kevin hannibal x reader #kevin hannibal #morgan hannibal x reader #peter hannibal x reader #hannibal sr.#hannibal jr.

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woncon · 10 months

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➳ a stubborn heart

➶ bts x fem!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ you need to choose a future-husband at today's ball. Even if you love seven princes equally. Little do you know, the princes have a plan.

➴ genre: royalty au, fantasy, prince!bts, princess!reader, forbidden love, poly, fluff

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, but reader has some independence

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➴ a/n: i recommend listening to mdp's boy with luv orchestral cover while reading. i wrote this fic when i listened to it and it's such a masterpiece !

The princess and her father are descending a marble staircase covered with white carpets trimmed with gold. The participants of the ball all look up at and bow to the host. The man smiles and waves, while squeezing his child's properly held hand and whispering:

"Today you have to choose a prince for yourself. If you don't, I'll give your hand to Leopold."

You grit your teeth, trying not to grimace, still smiling softly. King Leopold is sixty-eight years old, he has had two wives. So far, has no successor, but rules a very rich empire not so far from your homeland. To keep peaceful relations, it would be a great deal if your dad made you marry him. But you would never be able to love that figure.

You were saved from this marriage - desired by your father only - by your mother, who convinced her husband to give you a chance of finding a man worthy of you, with whom you can spend your life happily.

This is your last opportunity to do so. Now, when all the possible princes have shown up, when they are waiting for you to give permission to propose.

"Do you understand me?"

You nod, yet you know you won't succeed, no matter how hard you try.

You already gave your heart away.

At the end of the stairs, the prince of the southern kingdom, Namjoon, whom you first met at the January ball, is waiting for you. The man is suave, wise, and has a library of magic in his mind and a seductive cavalcade of emotions in his heart.

He extends his hand and flashes a polite smile. He is donning an ice-blue coat and snow-white gloves. The king happily nods and hands you over to the young gentleman.

Namjoon leads you to the dance floor and doesn't say anything until you start dancing.

"Is this your last ball as an unmarried girl?" he asks in a whisper, probing.

"Yes, I'm afraid..." You let out a sad sigh. Namjoon turns you around and holds you in his arms again. As long as you look into his eyes, the thought of tomorrow is not so painful.

"Have you decided yet?"

"You know I can't."

Ever since you had met him, you had a turn on the dance floor together at every ball. You're titled as friends officially. This way, you can share your doubts and fears, the truth with the man.

That you're in love. Into seven princes at once, and it breaks your heart to choose between them, because you know they all would love you back.

Namjoon nods in understanding and your heart pounds in your throat, waiting for what advice he has to give. Although your companion's lips tremble, they do not form words. He breathes a gentle kiss on your silk-covered palm, then leaves you with your own company.

And you find yourself trapped not only by confusion, but also by another prince. You had met the man in the golden clothes at a ball organized by your family, and you danced almost all night. Pans are very good at music and entertainment.

"Hoseok!" you gently caress his shoulder as you continue from where you and Namjoon left off.

"Did you miss me?" The man smiles playfully, his face already flushed. Warmth spreads in your chest. You try to mentally separate from the strangeness of saying goodbye to your previous partner.

"Of course."

"And would you like to marry me, so that you will never suffer from my absence again?"

"I wish it was that easy." Your upper bodies touch as you take a step closer, hand in hand, as required by the choreography.

"It is that easy," he nods encouragingly. "Didn't Namjoon tell you?"

"Tell me what?" You take the prince's outstretched arm and walk around him.

"If he didn't say anything, I won't, either. Taehyung will fill you in."

"Did you organize something?" A spark of hope flares up in you. "Hoseok, please, ‘fess up!"

But your partner only shakes his head with a sweetly insolent smile, and the dance is over. You bow to each other, Hoseok kisses your hand and leaves.

You look around frantically, wanting to find the aforementioned prince, so that you can get the answer from him. You don't see him, and you don't move, therefore you're asked for a dance again.

"May I?" This time the hand is covered by a green satin glove. The color of nature, charm, elves. And Seokjin is their prince-to-be-married. A beautiful, humorous gentleman who is perfectly worthy of your heart.

You’d be a fool to reject the attractive Seokjin's request, but at the same time, you still don't give up your search for Taehyung with a troubled gaze.

"Have you seen Taehyung?" You ask as you stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder. Seokjin furrows his expertly arched eyebrows.

"You wouldn’t just accept his ring instead of my emerald, would you?"

"According to Hoseok, he supposedly has something to say to me."

"Oh," he smiles alluringly. "He has something, indeed."

"If you know, please don't torment me anymore. Tell me!"

"I can tell you, but it comes at a price." He leans to your ear, whispering. "Marry me."

"I wish I could." Your eyelashes flutter longingly. You two link your fingers, go around each other, and Seokjin spins you elegantly around your axis.

When the song is over and Seokjin has said his proper goodbye, you start your journey and break through the crowd. There is no way that the prince of the sirens is not here.

Then you see him - the handsome man dressed in gray, but suddenly another individual grabs your waist, and turns you towards him.

"Princess, you're magnificent." Even the voice of King Leopold is wrinkled as he pronounces these words, glancing at his prospective bridge in appreciation.

Finally, the prince of the mermaids enters the scene, who showed you glowing stones in the depths of the water for the first time, and gave you one, so that you would never forget him. You love him so much that you wouldn’t be able to do that.

"Excuse me, are you free for a dance, princess?" Jimin puts on his most charming smile as he bows and offers a helping hand.

Leopold frowns, reluctantly pulling you closer to him.

"She is dancing with me."

"Did you ask her?"

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." Your heart calms as soon as the king lets you go, and your palm slips between the warm fingers belonging to Jimin. Mermaids don't wear gloves, only bracelets made of small shells that wrap around their middle fingers.

"You could thank me by accepting our offer. You would never have to worry about this man again."

"What offer, Jimin? So far none of you have said anything, you've only hinted at things. If you don't fill me in, I'm afraid I'll pass out from excitement."

"Taehyung wants to tell you." Jimin holds your hips tightly as your back bends towards the ground.

"Then why didn't he come to me yet?"

"As much as we'd all dance the night away with you, there are other princesses and countesses besides you, and they have good taste, just like you."

"Was that a compliment?"

"I tried."

You notice that you're not dancing in unison. Although all of Jimin's movements are impeccable, everything is done to the rhythm, you evade couples in the process, getting closer to Taehyung.

Leopold - determined, in terms of his intentions - is getting closer and closer to you. The next dance form in the evening will be the first waltz. He certainly feels entitled to own your first waltz.

After distancing yourself from Jimin, you hustle in the opposite direction of where Leopold is. Yet a gentle touch lands on your covered wrist. You prepare to shake off the pushy, old king.

"Found you." It's not Leopold, but the prince of the wolves. Even though they have little dancing tradition, he waltzes perfectly and your first waltz at every single ball is his. His moves are dazzling. "May I have this dance?"

"You know it's always yours." You smile with relief as Jungkook pulls you close, and as you get lost in his brown eyes, the surrounding world and everyone in it falls apart.

He is donning a well-tailored red shirt, his jet-black hair hanging slightly in his eyes, and his smile is sweet. He is the same age as you.

"Are you excited?"

"I can't wait to find out what this is all about."

"You don't know yet?" You shake your head. "Then I'll be watching closely to see your reaction. Maybe it’ll be a bit of an unsettling experience, but even sweeter."

"You are all sly, the way you keep secrets from me."

Jungkook laughs. You step in front of and next to each other, in sync and harmony, as you fight the battle of words.

When the song is over, Taehyung can finally take your hand in his. At first you're so excited that you can hardly speak.

"Tell me!" The prince tilts his head. "The plan. Please."

The siren smiles. He can move his lips very charmingly. Near his home, on the beach, he had kissed you. You had almost lost your mind from the beauty, from feeling as if you were the most beautiful woman in the whole world for Taehyung.

"This is your last ball," declares the prince, then he leans closer to murmur the tingly continuation "Because we're running away tonight."

"What?" You step aside, luckily not onto your partner's feet.

But you can't pry for any more explanations at the moment, a short exchange of couples takes place, the male member of the couple dancing next to you grabbing you by the arm, making a circle before you could talk to Taehyung again.

"How?"

"All you need to do is go out to the balcony with Yoongi. He will fly you to his own land, where we will all gather, and from the moment you run away, you'll already be ours."

You'll be theirs. Your body goes numb at the thought that this is indeed possible: you don't have to choose, because you can have them all without your father inflicting a terrible fate on you.

"Hold me tight!" As if all the air had been squeezed out of your lungs. The surprise weighs heavily on your whole being. Euphoria and terror mingle in it - betrayal is being prepared, but for the sake of love.

"That is all I want." Taehyung hugs you, leads you and whispers sweet nothings about the future, begging you to agree. He doesn't know yet, that as soon as you heard the news, you were already in it. You just can't communicate this yet.

The dance is over.

"We’ll see each other again soon, right?" You smile, adjusting the silver seaweed crown on your partner's head, for whom this sparkling look and the hidden hint of the words are enough answers for his question. "Take me anywhere you want, because I am yours. And thank you for being mine."

"Forever." The boy leaves.

You close your eyes, sighing. You want to calm down, you don't want to seem suspicious. You can't screw up your only chance at actual happiness. You are beginning to like the fact that you found out the result of beating around the bush only now. If you had been aware of it before, it's not certain that you would have reached this part of the evening in such a peaceful state of being.

Finally, the prince of dragons, the seventh of your loves, approach you to dance at your last ball, but he notices something about your body.

"You're trembling..." He gently hugs your waist, stopping with you during the movement so that you move a little further on the floor.

Before your first dragon ball, you were afraid of the majestic but terrifying creatures. Until the prince led you into the flower maze and showed you his body covered in night gray scales.

His horns are still twisted towards the sky, but you don't feel even a slight bit of fear around him anymore.

"Did something happen?"

"I think I need some air." Then you lean a little closer, clinging to the other's shoulder with a pleading look. "Take me out of here, please."

Yoongi flashes a satisfied, proud grin, which beautifully paints his often gloomy face. He grabs your waist, holding hands with you, spinning and turning to reach the balcony door.

He opens it for you. The cool summer breeze caresses your bare upper arms, the liberating idea of distance. Yoongi takes your hand again and guides you to the railing, where he stands up himself and helps you - his beloved - up.

The depth is repulsive and attractive at the same time. Your legs are shaking.

"We're going to jump," he murmurs, then reassuringly adds: "Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."

"I trust you," you answer with a nod.

Then you jump, shutting your eyes, without screaming, and in the next moment, you're on a strong dragon's back between the two wings. You cling to the horns.

And you fly in the starlit night towards the land of dragons, freedom and love.

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Spoils of War

Pairing: Gladiator!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, mention of Dark Advisor!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances. Word Count: Over 3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Noncon references (do NOT read if this upsets you), Dubcon elements (reader consents with Steve), vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, dirty talk, talks of violence, captivity, servitude, dark themes, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Here we go with The Arena! Please heed the warnings with each post for this AU as there will be dark elements throughout. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Steve Rogers believed in doing the right thing. Even as a young boy, he didn't allow his small size to let bullies push him, or others, around. As long as he could get up, he would fight. He carried that idealism throughout his life. It was why he chose to work with S.H.I.E.L.D..

But he no longer fought for the greater good.

The cheers from the arena rang in his ears as he closed his eyes, the water from the showerhead washing the blood and grime away. It wouldn't take away the guilt that ate at his soul. He was meant to save people, not take their lives away. How was he reduced to being a puppet for the demented masses?

One day, he would be free.

Today, he would savor the spoils of war.

"You've done well, Captain Rogers. A prize is long overdue."

Steve dried off moments later and kept a towel around his waist as he waited for you. He didn't have to wait much longer. The cell door opened long enough to shove you inside, anger boiling in his gut when you almost fell to your knees.

"Break her and Barber will kill you," the guard threatened.

Andy Barber. His former colleague. Your master.

"Should I tell him you nearly made her fall on her face or do you want to do that yourself?"

The guard didn't respond, but had the decency to look afraid before he slammed the door and left the two of you alone.

Steve watched as you straightened up and carefully glanced around the room. The cell HYDRA kept him in was comfortable enough. A small bathroom, a nice bed, and a desk so he could draw. Charcoal only, as they didn't allow him to have anything he could use to harm them. They also refused to let him have a cell near Bucky, afraid they would conspire against the guards and break free.

Even if he did have a weapon with him, he wouldn't use it on you.

His prize.

"Would you like to sit down?" he asked, bringing your gaze toward him.

This was the first time he had seen up close since the day everything went to hell. You were still beautiful, but there was sorrow in your eyes that hadn't been there before. The lacy red and black lingerie set did little to cover you, so different from the office clothes he typically saw you in. He wondered if you shivered slightly from the cold or fear.

"Yes. Thank you, Captain," you answered, offering him a small smile as you made your way to the foot of the bed.

You still had the same smile.

"Don't call me that," he said harsher than he intended to. "I'm not your Captain anymore."

He failed as Captain America. HYDRA captured you, Bucky, and countless others because he hadn't taken them down. It seemed like they only referred to him by his title to taunt him. Was he ever worthy of the shield?

Your smile slipped away as you sat down and lowered your gaze. "I'm sorry, sir."

Steve immediately wanted to pull you into his arms and apologize. You weren't in his cell for more than two minutes and he took his frustration out on you. He hadn't meant to.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm sorry for taking that tone with you. Steve or sir are both fine, sweetheart," he said, his towel slipping further down his hips as he walked toward you. "Or would you prefer I call you by your name?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

The words sounded rehearsed.

You looked up at him when his warm hand cradled your jaw, surprising him when you didn't recoil. He wondered what you saw as you looked into his eyes. A murderer? A monster?

"Why did you ask for me?" you asked.

"Because I was told I could have a reward for a job well done," he told you.

You narrowed your eyes. "Why me specifically?"

Rewards were typically in the form of a mistress since fighters couldn't ask for their freedom, or challenge anyone in charge to a battle. Mistresses were usually sent from the harem and not taken directly from one of the advisors or generals. It was only natural that you'd ask why.

"You belong to Andy Barber," he stated to gauge your reaction.

You flinched, your eyes flashing with something akin to offense and fury, but you didn't pull free from Steve's grasp. From what he gathered, you weren't a willing mistress to Andy. You knelt beside him at every match he could remember and never said a word. Advisors and Generals loved to show off their possessions. Requesting you as his prize for doing such a good job in the arena pissed Andy off, but he couldn't deny him.

A pet having power or sway over a master isn't allowed.

But unlike Andy, Steve's intentions weren't to harm or force himself on you.

If he thought for a moment that you were a willing participant in this, your reaction told him otherwise. "I don't belong to anyone."

"I wasn't trying to offend you," he promised, keeping his hand on you as he took a seat beside you. "How does he treat you?"

You hesitated before you answered. "Sometimes he fucks me like he loves me."

He ran a thumb across your cheek when a tear fell from your eye, rage surging through his veins. Even though you didn't bear any physical scars like him and the other fighters, you no doubt had wounds on the inside. Forced into sexual servitude would be enough to hurt the strongest of people. But the flicker of fire in your eyes, you still had some fight in you. It comforted him that they didn't break you.

"Did he do something to you? Is this some sort of payback?" you guessed.

"He did, but I didn't ask for you to get back at him," he said.

He wouldn't have asked for Andy's mistress if it was anyone other than you.

"I don't know why you're asking how he treats me. At the end of the day, I'm just his whore," you said, eying him warily. "And tonight, I'm yours."

He shook his head, bringing his other hand up to cup both cheeks. "You're not a whore."

He wished you could be his girl.

Maybe in another life.

"Then I don't understand why I'm here if you're not going to use me," you said, confusion filling your beautiful eyes. "I'm nobody."

"You worked on the 3rd floor," he said, tracing his finger along your bra strap when you gasped. "You had a cardigan on the back of your chair and the background on your computer matched whatever season we were in. You kept to yourself, but offered a small, kind smile whenever someone looked your way or jumped in to help without anyone asking. You were vital to S.H.I.E.L.D. and you're far from being a nobody."

You moved an inch closer and his gaze fell to your lips. "You knew me?" you asked in disbelief as he nodded. "I-I never thought anyone as high up as you would've noticed me."

"Of course, I did. I was just too stupid to say anything then," he replied, smiling sadly when he wiped another tear away.

Would it have made this situation better? Worse? Dwelling on "what if" would do more harm than good.

“So, you asked for me because you wanted to see me? You care?”

He let out a breath as he nodded. “I had to see for myself that you’re okay. Well, as okay as you can be given the circumstances,” he said.

There were so many things he wanted to say. That he was sorry a man like Andy ever got his hands on you. That he didn’t want you to give up hope. Why wouldn’t the words come out?

"I didn't think anyone cared," you said, lightly tracing a tiny scar on his arm. Something in your expression shifted from uncertainty to seductive as you leaned in closer. "But that shouldn't surprise me. You're a good man."

He placed a hand on your lips to stop you before you kissed him. Yes, he asked for you to be here, but he didn't want you to feel forced to do this. “No, sweetheart. I’m not going to use you.”

The point of his confession, or whatever he could call it, wasn't to make you give in to him. He needed you to know you did mean something to someone. You weren't alone in this.

“Is it using me if I’m offering?” you countered when he lowered his hand, giving you the chance to lean in to pepper his jaw with soft kisses. He didn’t stop you this time. “Unless you don’t want me.”

Steve wanted you. God, he wanted you, but he wouldn’t take from you the way Andy did. Even when you placed a hand on his thigh, your touch light and heavenly, he had to resist. HYDRA reduced him to a killer, he refused to sink any lower.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” you said, leaning back and reaching behind you to unhook your bra. He didn’t mean to groan when you took it off, but your breasts on display had his heart pounding against his ribs. Your nipples were hard and he hadn’t even properly touched you. “Like I said, you're a good man.”

Steve’s hands fell to your hips when you straddled him, his cock twitching beneath the towel. Was it wrong to give in if you wanted it? But did you actually want him? Were you acting on instinct? Orders?

“How am I a good man if I’m taking advantage of you?” he tried to argue when you pushed your hips down.

“You aren’t. You're giving me a choice and I'm choosing to give myself to you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want to forget even if it’s just for tonight.”

He wanted to forget, too. He didn’t want to see the blood that stained his shield or the life leaving the eyes of the bodies that fell. What he wouldn’t give to have a beer with Bucky after a mission gone well. Or take you out on a proper date.

“I’m your prize, Steve. So take it.”

The last shred of hesitation inside him snapped when he fastened his lips against yours. You went pliant against him, opening your mouth for him to take what he wanted. It wasn’t how he wanted your first kiss with him to be, but it made him dizzy nonetheless.

He didn’t break the kiss as he rolled you over, spreading you out on your back to slide in between your thighs. He swallowed down the small sound you made before he gave you both a chance to catch your breath. The sight of you gazing up at him made him lose his breath again.

“Please,” you whispered, shuddering as he moved his calloused hands up your legs.

He heard people beg before, but not like this. You would be his salvation. He hoped he could be yours, too.

Torn between kissing up your thighs or diving right in, he decided to dip a hand between your legs. You shivered again as he pressed his palm against the damp, flimsy fabric. “You’re wet,” he said in awe, gripping the underwear and tearing it away.

Your back arched, sending a shiver down his spine when he saw your eyes glaze over with lust. “For you, Steve.”

For him.

The slide of his first finger made him close his eyes. You were tight and warm and the clench around the digit alone was enough to make his cock twitch. He wondered if you ever got this wet for Andy. Did he prep you? Make you come?

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” you whined when he pushed another finger in.

“Are you my prize, sweetheart?” he asked, spreading and sliding his fingers in and out. He brought his other hand up to your breasts, not wanting to neglect them as he toyed with your pussy. "Are you giving yourself to me?"

“Yes,” you said breathlessly when he pinched a hardened bud, your walls tightening more by the time he added a third finger. “I am.”

“Then let me handle you as I see fit,” the slight command that came out was reminiscent of his days of being a Captain, the very thing he told you not to call him.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimpered, arching your back again when he removed his fingers.

He brought them to his mouth and licked each of them clean, savoring the sweet and tangy flavor of you on his tongue. If he was a better man, he’d take more time with you. Worship every inch of you until you sobbed and begged for more. Later, he’d indulge until all he knew was your taste. Your first orgasm though, he wanted on his cock.

He had to be inside you now.

You blinked and smiled as if you sensed his need. “I’m ready.”

Steve gripped the base of his cock as he settled between your legs. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine you were in his home. He refused to do so. This was the reality you were in and he had to make the most of it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, silencing you with a kiss when you opened your mouth.

You gasped as he lined up with your entrance and slowly slid in. He almost stopped halfway through when you clenched hard around him, but his kisses relaxed you enough to let him in. He never felt anything as good as you and was sure he never would again. He was afraid he’d become addicted.

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered back, sending shivers down his spine when you ran your fingers through his beard. “But it’s okay.”

He began to thrust, unable to take the tenderness in your eyes. In another life, he would’ve been worthy of that gaze and comfort. Now it was survival of the fittest.

“I won’t break,” you moaned, allowing him to take your wrists and pin them over your head. “You can fuck me how you need to.”

“What was it you said?” he asked, driving deeper into you to make you moan louder. “He fucks you like he loves you?”

You choked on your breath when you gazed up at him with fear in your eyes. You blinked it away before he could dwell on it. “Sometimes.”

“You haven’t been fucked by me before,” he grunted, taking your leg to wrap around his hip. “When I send him back to you, you’ll be dripping with me. He'll know you'll never truly be his."

A loud moan escaped when his grip on your wrists tightened, your hips rising to meet his thrusts as he fucked into you. It was easier than he thought to forget the horrors when he was buried inside you. What would he have to do to keep you for more than a night?

You squirmed when he slid his hand between your bodies and sought out your bundle of nerves. “You said you don’t belong to anyone, but here with me, you’re mine,” he said, circling your clit with his thumb. The whine he got in response was otherworldly. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He wanted to believe it.

“Again,” he gritted. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours!”

Your eyes widened when you quivered around him, a gush of wetness flowing around his cock as you cried out. The orgasm seemed to take you by surprise, but he kept up his pace to ride it out. He hoped it would be the first of many. Your face twisted in pleasure was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“Please, Steve,” you moaned brokenly, lying bonelessly beneath him as he buried his face in your neck.

Steve couldn’t resist when you begged so beautifully, letting out a broken sound of his own as he spilled into you. The release had him panting against your skin as finished, trying to remember the last time he experienced ecstasy like that. He desperately tried to hang on, not wanting it to end for either of you.

He pushed himself up to look at you, but didn't pull out, a sense of pride filling him at your fucked out expression. Releasing your wrists, he brought your hands up to wrap around him. He wasn’t expecting to need the comforting touch, but he had to feel your hands on him after what you shared.

Silence stretched on as snuggled close and he thought for a moment that you drifted off when you stayed quiet.

“I don’t want to send you back in the morning,” he admitted, tilting your chin so you'd look at him.

You quietly sniffled as you turned away. “I don’t either, but you have to. Andy is furious enough as it is."

He pulled you in for a hug when you trembled. He wanted to choke the life out of Andy himself. Maybe HYDRA had made him a monster.

“Maybe you can't stay here permanently, but I’ll ask for you again after my next match. I promise.”

He didn’t want you around Andy longer than you had to be.

“So, we meet up after your fights and allow ourselves to keep forgetting? You go back into the fight and I go back to the Advisor quarters?” you asked, your eyes shining as he let you rest against the mattress.

He tilted his head as he studied your face. The blissful expression had determination underneath. Both of you wanted to get out of here, like everyone else. With your position, maybe you could use it to your, and his, advantage.

“I’m a fighter. You’re the mistress of an advisor. I’m sure we can forget and find other uses for our time together,” he said carefully, in case he was reading you incorrectly. “What do you say?”

The smile you gave him was hopeful. “I'm in."

Oh, you don't think it'll be that easy, do you? Not if Andy has his way. 😏 Love and thanks! ❤️

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