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sweetnothingtm · 3 months

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every man gets his wish // simon riley

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ "i learned how to make love from the movies" ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

pairing simon x fem!reader

content pure unadulterated smut, maybe a daddy kink?

summary the one where ghost is obsessed w a camgirl

note based off my drabble, thank you for the love ♡ lmk if you want a part twooo

There’s a special place in hell for people like Simon Riley.

He could’ve gone to heaven - but he won’t.

Simon has vices. He has anger issues, and he doesn’t like to share. He doesn’t take precautions, he’s cocky with his wallet and he most certainly doesn’t take orders from anyone.

He’s impulsive, abrasive, and most importantly - Simon Riley only thinks with his dick.

You’re the opposite of him. Careful, gentle and patient, you come across as bubbly and approachable. The sparkle in your eyes just never seemed to die, and an innocent smile is always playing at your lips. You seem to embody everything that Simon could never be.

Not that he would know - you’re just an eager camgirl with a big audience.

Every night, Simon Riley comes crawling to you like a stray dog. It wasn’t meant to be this way, so vile and naughty and delicious. He swore it would only happen once, and yet here he is, pining after the taste of you. He always finds himself with his cock in his hands, eyes rolling up to the ceiling and filthy curses slipping past his lips.

You’ve already started - much to his disappointment.

He’s usually so punctual. Never wasting your time. Always appreciative of the way your eyes sparkle with adoration when he joins the stream. Today was no different - he was just a little too eager and spent the last hour jerking off to the thought of you.

And he’s gonna do it again

The room is cast in a soft glow, your legs tucked beneath you and the soft hum of music playing in the background. Your soft skin is covered in red lingerie, pillowy tits covered by the lace that he bought.

It’s a damn shame - the way Simon can’t be there to take it off himself.

In contrast to the natural shine you give off, Simon is drowned out by the dark moonlight. His body casually leans back against the headboard, eyes trained on the illuminated screen that separates you from him. While he is adorned in shadows, you shine with the soft glow of your exposed skin.

Your lips, pulled into a little pout. Your delicate fingers, dipping between your plush thighs. The ebbs and flow of your body, curves and blemishes that he’s memorized like he owns you.

It’s quite pathetic, really - how infatuated he’s become with a camgirl. But he can’t help himself. He’s got all your videos saved in a folder that he opens at every opportunity.

He’s cum to you more times than he can count, always groaning as the hot ropes of white liquid splatter against his skin. He’d tip you relentlessly, always accompanied by a foreboding message that sent chills along your spine.

Missed you, princess. What a good girl. Finished so soon? What a beautiful little slut.

Your hands are wrapped around a little pink toy that you push between your thighs. It hums against your skin, causing Simon to angrily palm himself through his pants. The sickeningly sweet sound of your gasp has him reeling, cock already beginning to twitch and drip with precum.

His hand continues to palm at it, ignoring the little stain that starts to form on his pants as you continue to stimulate yourself. You gently part your thighs, hair framing your face as you give him - yes, him - a little preview of his deepest desires.

You’re already wet, and he curses himself for being late today. Simon is memorizing the little bow on your panties, the way you push the vibrator against the soft fabric and let your little plump lips part for a moan.

He’s got a toothy grin, rubbing at the tip of his cock and imagining that it’s your delicate hands struggling to wrap around him.

You’d blink up at him with full and eager eyes, lip pulled between your teeth. You’d gently unzip his pants, fingernails dragging against his skin and causing his dick to perk up. He’d rub the pad of his thumb against your cheek, a nasty smirk plastered across his face.

Simon imagines that your tongue would give gentle licks against his irritated tip, that you’d hollow out your cheeks and suck him off until his cum is coating your throat. He would continue to lazily fuck your mouth, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as you hummed against his cock.

The sound of your little gasps pulls him from the daydream, eyes sharply trained on the screen as you pull your panties to the side and rub the vibrator against your clit. Your chest is pressed outwards, nipples hard against the red lace that separates him from you.

Before he can stop himself, with his cock twitching underneath his touch and thumb rubbing softly over his tip, he absently clicks on the keyboard. It’s a good thing he’s got his card number memorized.

$250 from Ghost_Stalker

-smile pretty for me, princess.

You pause your movement, vibrator stuck between your folds as you writhe and twitch against it. You squint your eyes, rolling over the message once. Twice. Three times before a smile is tugging at your lips. A hand comes up to squeeze your tit, fingernails dragging against the lace as you lean into the camera and smile sweetly.

“hi ghost - i missed you.”

His belt hits the floor before you finish your sentence.

Your voice is thick like honey, laced with desire that Simon is convinced was meant just for him. The vibrator begins to move again, pressing into your wet core with a little squelch as you mewl out in pleasure.

He follows your pace, eyes fixated on the pink toy that dips in and out of your little pussy. It stretches you, pushing against your folds and humming against you.

Simon is messily jerking himself off as you roll your hips against the vibrator, letting soft pleas fall from your lips. He spits on the tip of his cock, palm rubbing it against his shaft as he grunts happily. The slick and lazy strokes mirror the way you rub the vibrator greedily against your clit, thighs parting like the gates of heaven.

He wants in.

When you pull the toy away from you, the sound of your dripping cunt follows along with it. You wiggle closer to the camera, eyes blown out with pleasure as you press the pink toy into your mouth and lick. Tongue sloppy, eyes rolling in ecstasy and hips bucking against the pillow underneath you.

$300 from Ghost_Stalker

-i missed you more princess. missed your pretty little pussy.

“prove it,” you challenge.

His head slams against the back of the chair, cock covered in his spit as the sounds of your soft laughter that plays from his screen. He bucks his hips up with his movements, imagining that your body is curled around him and bouncing on his lap.

Your nails would drag against his skin, leaving harsh red lines in their wake as he’d let his hand fly to your ass with a sickening smack.

You’d jump, grinding your mound into him with desperation as your perky tits rub against his chest. Simon imagines himself nipping, licking and biting at them, his dick throbbing at the way you’d drool out his name.

In his dreams, you’re an obedient little slut. Ever a tease, you’d bounce on his dick one minute and beg for a kiss the next. He’d wrap his hand around your throat, choking you until you’re seeing stars and begging him for more.

You’re chatting away with sleazy men who can’t afford you, and it makes Simon enraged. It’s him who matters. It’s him who should have your attention. It’s him who you should open your legs for. His stroking gets aggressive, jaw set and hardened as you blow kisses and make false promises. Simon is rubbing himself raw, his free hand going to cup his balls and gently squeeze.

And then someone asks you where you got your cute little outfit. And like the vixen you are, you smile sweetly into the camera and push your tits together.

“Oh? these? they were a gift from someone special.”

And it’s true. He’s your favorite. He’s the one who you’re dreaming of - and it’s embarrassing to pine after a man you��ve never met. But it’s washed away by the burning desire to please him. Only him.

He’s trying so hard to hang on. To regain some sense of normalcy as his dick continues to twitch and warmth spreads throughout his body like an inferno. His eyes are trained on your curves, the way you’ve got a smile lighting your face up as your hips grind into the soft pillow below you. He’s slapping the tip of his dick against his abdomen, letting the beads of precum splat against his skin and forever stain him a sinner.

Here he goes again, thinking with his dick.

$500 from Ghost_Stalker

-put on a good show for daddy.

And you do. The red lace has been slipped off of you, tossed to the side as you reach over and off the screen to grab something. A perfect angle of your tits in full view. Simon follows every movement. He licks his lips in anticipation, stomach heavy with desire.

You sheepishly pull the dildo out, smacking it against your outstretched tongue and dipping a hand between your legs. Dripping, wet beyond comprehension and Simon is lucky enough to watch as you curl your fingers inside your pussy and mewl.

His hips are rutting up, hand fisting his cock in desperation as you suck on the dildo while fingerfucking yourself. His chest is tight, sweat glistening against his skin while he watches intensely. So fucking wet.

You hope he’s watching. You’re praying that he’s jerking off to the sight of you. That you’re both staring up at the ceiling, eyes searching for the constellations that brought you together when the stars aligned.

Is it wrong? To want something that you’ve never known?

Simon can tell you’re becoming undone. You always get riled up with his words, eyes full of excitement as he showers you with attention every stream. In his fantasy, Simon thinks you wished that your delicate fingers were his. That you wanted him to slowly rub at your bud of nerves and press his fingers into your cunt. And then he’d have you sit on his cock and make him watch as he licked his fingers clean.

He can’t help himself when you’re like this, messy and needy on screen with your wet pussy smearing against the pillow that he wishes was his face. You’re whining and panting, fingers dipping in and out of your core as Simon picks up the pace and lets the heat travel up his skin and light him ablaze. Your voice is music to his ears.

“i’m so close- fuck. please, i- gonna cum.”

When you climax, your chest is heaving and a layer of sweat has covered your soft skin. Your hands are dancing across your soft tits, twisting at your hardened nipples that all but scream bite me. He’s smearing more spit all over himself, breath coming out in short pants and eyes dark and heavy.

The dildo rests against your folds, almost as if it’s taunting him. And so what if he blows all him money in one night? It’s going to a good cause - at least, that’s what he’s convinced himself.

$2500 from Ghost_Stalker

-again.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth at the message, ignoring the chat as it blows up at the extra show. You’re already eager, smacking the tip of the dildo against your folds and rolling your hips upwards.

“a little desperate tonight? i don’t mind - anything for daddy”

It takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. Simon feels like he’s died and been reborn. Like a siren has sung him to a peaceful sleep. Like the explanations for his bank statements are worth it. And when you press the tip of the toy into your dripping wet hole, it feels like Simon can practically smell your sickeningly sweet pussy.

He thinks it smells like candy.

You wince at every inch of silicone that slides into you. Your thighs are trembling, an arm propping yourself up as you whine and mewl like his favorite little kitten. The camera is shaking from your movements, head hung back in ecstasy as you bottom out the dildo and sigh happily.

Such a dirty slut, Simon muses. So nasty. At this point, his strokes are quick and methodical. Tugging at his tip that’s still producing precum, almost as if it’s desperate for release. His balls ache, his eyebrows are knitted in concentration and his abs are tight with anticipation.

“m’ so wet,” you gasp, the sounds of your pussy flitting against the dildo playing on repeat in Simon’s mind. Your thighs are spread fully, and your pillowy tits are jiggling with the movement of you fucking yourself. “are you watching?”

There’s a frenzy in the chat, a hundred eager men thinking that your words are meant for them. You raise yourself to your knees, angling to toy to press against your folds as you bite your lip. “i bet you are. guess what?” You breathe, eyes twinkling with mischief. “i wish you were here.”

Oh, how wrong they were.

He's close. The edge that he’s built is about to fall beneath him, collapse into a million pieces while you get drunk off the way the dildo slips in and out of you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your chest is heaving, lungs struggling to take in air as you climb that high once more.

You whine and beg to yourself. Simon curses and lets his hips snap up against his stroking. His cock is unbearably hard, skin tingling with the sensation of pure lust that consumes him. You bounce and grind on the dildo with need, hair falling back against your bare shoulders as Simon drinks in every ounce of you.

Legs shaking, tits bouncing and hands coming up to play with your nipples, you look like a goddess. He’s never been so entranced, so enthralled and so obsessed. The way your nails dig into your skin, squeals of pleasure ripping through your stomach as you cum around the toy. You roll your hips greedily, savoring the orgasm and rubbing quick circles against your clit.

It’s all that it takes to have him squeezing the tip of his cock and shooting hot cum all over his stomach. It’s shameful, pathetic and downright heavenly. He promises that he’ll never cum to anyone but you.

The overstimulation has you reeling, chest heaving and eyes watering in excitement as a wave of pure bliss is crashing against you. The chat is singing praises to you, falling on deaf ears as you lazily still your hips and lean forward - dildo still firmly shoved in your pussy.

“are you satisfied?” You ask innocently. No, never. You don’t say his screen name, but it doesn’t matter, he knows it’s him you’re talking to. He knows by the way you slide off the toy, hair sticking to your skin as you slip on the red lace as a sign that the shows coming to an end. He knows by the way you dip your fingers between your wet folds, gathering the sticky cum around your digits - before you lick it off them like such a good girl.

He has to have you.

$5000 from Ghost_Stalker

-i’ll double it if you do it again

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clumsy-jiminie · 3 months

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection

↣ notes :: welcome to the first chapter! 💕 I hope you guys already for the rollercoaster between these two.

↣ next :: previous :: series m.list ↢

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"you see my thick thighs, lost when you look into my brown eyes, see my little waist can make you switch sides. you've never seen the devil in disguise."

- be honest, jorja smith-

ｗｉｎｔｅｒ

A low hum of people chatting over the Lo-Fi beats filled the area. Glasses clinking, some munching, all sounds that Kiara Smith grew familiar with. Though the crowd was more significant than the last exhibition she attended, it was starting to become all the same.

She could remember the very first exhibit she went to and all the nerves it brought. She was a bumbling mess—sweaty palms constantly being wiped on her dress that she may have also used as her prom dress while her stomach frequently threatened to release her breakfast all over the floor—as she watched the few people who also attended like hawks. So insecure about the words those people chose not to share. So insecure about their lips pressed into taught smiles. Were they being genuine or just keeping up appearances? Was her art worth anything, or was she going to flop and end up having to get a shitty job just to make ends meet? Those same nerves would never fade, holding onto her like some clingy child desperately needing attention. But they became less apparent whenever her boyfriend was around. The heaven-sent angel would always know the right thing to say and make the world melt away. Though he would never miss an event, it was very seldom that he was on time. She never stressed his whereabouts, knowing he'd arrive eventually.

The 24-year-old continued to walk around, partially eavesdropping as she passed couples and groups of people. Occasionally, she would take a sip of the bubbly gold in her glass to appease that child named Nerves tugging on her leg. She slowed to a stop once a particular piece caught her eye. It was two separate canvases placed at equal heights. One canvas had a bright figure colored in hues of pink and blue, while the other was dark. Shades of black and grey bled from one canvas to the other as if it was trying to overcome the figure itself. The darkness had enough space on their canvas, though, at least a third remaining untouched, but it wanted the colors. It wanted to possess them, spread its darkness to them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" blurted a voice near her. Despite the voice being calm and inviting, it startled her. She quickly turned to the side, not realizing a man joined her. His side profile was magnificent — features that were immaculately sculpted from his eyebrows, down his straight nose bridge leading to a button tip, to where his rose-shaded lips took center stage, frozen in a pout. His light blonde hair with dark roots made his olive skin stand out. It looked natural on him. The man was attractive, and Kiara couldn't deny that. His aura alone was almost as intoxicating as the drink in her hand. It pulled her in and wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She nodded, humming in agreement with his question. She faced ahead again.

The man stole another glance at her, eyes slowly glazing over her features. "It's so rare nowadays to find someone who could capture so much without saying a word. It's almost godly."

The more he talked, the nicer his voice sounded. It had an excellent depth, low and appealing even in his hushed tone. Kiara was into what he was saying, continuing to nod until the last comment. She had to sip her drink to subdue the urge to giggle.

"But you know what you and this painting have in common?"

She turned to look at the man, their eyes meeting for the first time tonight. And boy, how he could get lost in those pools of amber. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her glass still resting on her lips as she silently urged him to continue.

"You both were crafted with the same care, holding a beauty one could only dream of containing."

Kiara almost spat out her drink, startling the man before her. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, holding back the remainder of the liquid behind her taut lips. The man's eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed slightly. His expression then dropped to a neutral state once he realized she was chuckling at what he said.

Once she swallowed the liquid, she turned to face him completely. She took a moment to graze over his appearance fully. He was well dressed, wearing a black blazer, white crew neck underneath, and dark-wash skinny jeans. Silver earrings dangled from his earlobes to match the silver chain around his neck and the wristwatch.

"Damn," she commented, a grin growing on her full glossed lips, "you're really laying it on thick for someone you don't know." Her voice was nothing he expected. She seemed like one of those Hamptons girls, playing in New York City with daddy's money. Her voice was light and smooth like silk fabric, but her accent was hard like a concrete wall. She was either from Queens or Brooklyn, syllables being dropped or stretched at a whim. Something about the way her words blended was incredibly sexy.

The man quirked a brow, intrigued as the corner of his lips pulled into a half smile. "You tryna say I'm out of practice?"

"Precisely." She answered quickly and confidently as she gazed up at him. "I expect that kind of line from someone twice your age."

"Well, ouch." He chuckled, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced downward at the girl. "My job requires me to be blunt, so I call it like I see it."

"And you're saying I'm as beautiful as this painting?"

He grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. "Your beauty surpasses it." It was true. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden honey skin practically glowed under the cool white fluorescent lights. Her hair was dark brown and long, pulled back into a sleek high ponytail with two strands framing her face. Her black satin dress hugged every curve in her body with grace, and there were plenty of them. The material looked soft to the touch, gently reflecting the light. He'd be lying if he said her looks weren't the reason why he approached. And on top of all the looks, she smelled phenomenal—warm and sweet, like a freshly baked sugar cookie with a dash of cinnamon on top, making him want to relive through the holiday season that just passed.

Kiara let out a soft scoff. "Thank you, but that's not as much of a compliment as you may think." She suddenly spun on her stiletto heels, turning her back to the man as she walked away.

He quickly followed, catching up in a few steps to join her by her side. "Do explain."

"Beauty has, and always will be, skin deep." She circled the champagne in her glass while looking out into the crowd. "Looks fade over time. Trends come and go faster than the seasons. So if you really wanna wow a girl…." She stopped at another painting that grabbed her attention before looking at him. "Compliment the things you can't see." The two stopped to gaze at the artwork in front of them. The man thought over her words while admiring the piece. The canvas before them had various hues of green splashed about, but shades of purple peeked through upon closer inspection. It mimicked little flowers blooming through a field of wild grass. She managed to lead him to the only painting that mirrored their conversation.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You're completely right. And to think I almost missed out on how intelligent you are."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "Thank you."

The man stayed by her side as Kiara floated, offering his opinions on whichever piece they stopped in front of. She really appreciated being able to receive unbiased feedback on her work. He didn't know he was chatting with the artist. No one in the room knew. The name signed at the bottom of each canvas was Luna, a faceless painter. It's been that way since the beginning, and she intended it to stay that way. Only her close friends, family, and people she hired knew of her secret.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow." The man asked at their fourth or so painting.

"I see you don't waste any time."

"Correct. Time is limited, after all."

She looked up at him, his perfect lips pulled into a soft smile. Maybe in another lifetime, she thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Flattered, but I can't."

His brows furrowed. He thought that the conversation they were having was great, so what was with the rejection? "May I ask why?"

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a wide smile.

He suddenly scoffed, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. "I haven't seen anyone on your arm the whole night." The first thing the man hated the most was being lied to.

Her brows then lowered while her eyes narrowed. "He's just late."

The second thing was excuses.

"Tsk," he shook his head before downing his drink. "Committed to a man with no time management? Red flag."

"And somehow that's better than a man who can't take rejection?" She shot back as she quickly matched his energy. They had a peaceful conversation only moments before, and now the energy between them had grown negative.

"Oh, I can take rejection," he stated with a chuckle as he put his glass down. "But only when I'm being told the truth."

"It is—"

"Hey, darling." And finally, the deep and butter-smooth voice appeared, melting away the anger that was bubbling inside Kiara. As he approached her side, he placed his large hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The blonde in front of them eyed the man from his tan skin and wavy ebony hair to his solid-colored turtle neck and long coat. Something about the dark-haired man seemed familiar to the blonde. Then it hit him like a freight train. "Well, isn't it Mr. Kim Taehyung?" He smiled widely, glancing up at the slightly taller man.

Taehyung's brows furrowed momentarily before grinning. "Holy shit, Park Jimin!" He stepped forward, leaving Kiara's side to wrap his arms around the blonde. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled away from the man. "I never would've thought that you'd be into art."

He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a little appreciation I picked up from Spain." He shrugged casually.

Taehyung's jaw clenched briefly, his smile slipping for a moment. For as long as he's known Jimin, he always had to slip in a way to brag about his accomplishments. It was sad that he still hasn't grown out of that trait yet. "Ah yeah," he responded, playing cool, "I forgot you traveled there. How was it?"

Jimin shrugged again. "It was Spain," he said, glazing over the topic. "But me and—shit, I'm sorry." His attention shifted from Taehyung to the woman. "I never asked for your name."

"I'm Kiara," she said softly. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the two men converse. She didn't mind a bit since Taehyung was the most extroverted of the two.

"Kiara," Jimin repeated to himself, his eyes trailing down her appearance briefly. He tried to pin the name to the face, especially if she was Taehyung's. His eyes finally returned to the other man. "Kiara and I were discussing some of the pieces earlier. I've been a huge fan of Luna for years now." He tried to be calm about the subject of Luna, but it made excitement course through his veins. He was among the first few to learn about the mysterious artist who abruptly appeared on the scene. Everyone wanted one of their pieces overnight, and Jimin was obviously at the very top of that list. Every brushstroke left was a paragraph, speaking a language only artists could understand.

"I don't even wanna talk about how hard it was to get in here," he chuckled, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks. A Luna Eclipse had a longer wait list than some Michelin-star restaurants. Luckily for him, he was able to pull a few strings. A few phone calls here, some embarrassing promises there, and he was in.

Kiara couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she eyed the man. The smirk on Taehyung's lips was full of pride, almost conceited, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Oh, you don't say?" For once in the pair's life, it felt like Taehyung had a one-up on Jimin. "How does it feel to—"

"My love," Kiara interjected, voice just as sweet, yet bitter, like honey as she placed her hand on Taehyung's chest. She looked up at him, and Jimin could see her pupils dilated, swirling with love. He chewed on his lower lip gently. He barely knew this woman, but why did he want her to look at him like that? "I have to talk to you about something."

Taehyung stared at his partner with furrowed brows before looking at Jimin. "Um, alright. I'll catch up with you later then."

She looked at Jimin, and that love dissipated instantly. Such a look was only reserved for Taehyung, making a heaviness grow in his abdomen. "If you would excuse us."

The blonde couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Kiara. "Of course," he finally said, grinning at the man. "Don't be a stranger!"

The two waved at each other before Kiara led him away. Her arm wrapped around his, holding him close to her. She glanced back at Jimin one last time before pulling Taehyung to a quiet section of the event. He leaned against the pillar while Kiara stood before him, gazing up at him.

"Why did you cut me off?" Taehyung asked, keeping his voice calm.

"Because you almost name-dropped me," she said, her arms folding over her chest.

The 26-year-old's lips turned into a small o shape before forming a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot for a second. It's just so hard not to brag about you when you always look so good." He reached out and touched her waist, pulling her into him.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming a smile as he buried his face into her neck. She giggled quietly, her hands placed on his chest. "Stop it," she whined, not wanting him to do such a thing.

Taehyung inhaled deeply, the notes of her sweet perfume entering his nostrils. "Mm, and you're wearing my favorite perfume too?" He mumbled against her skin, placing gentle kisses randomly. "You just wanted me to be on you."

The girl laughed before gasping when she felt his large hand fully palm her ass. She pulled away from him just enough to slap him in the chest playfully. "We're in public!"

His eyes locked with hers, with a smirk playing on his lips. "So?" He questioned as he pulled her close again, resuming to litter her neck with kisses. "No one's looking anyway. They're too distracted by your beautiful art."

He continued until he reached her favorite spot, a moan parting from her smiling lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her, feeling her up as if it was the first time. Kiara's eyes fluttered shut, biting back moans that wanted to escape her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Taehyung," she whined again, partially out of want. It started to feel so good that the world began to melt away. "Someone will see."

Someone cleared their throat. "That's true."

Kiara's eyes shot open, quickly pushing the man in the midst of giving her a hickey off of her. He groaned as his back hit the pillar wall while she turned around. Her cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassment promptly replacing the arousal. She saw familiar ice-blue eyes playfully glaring at her. The petite woman pushed her long, ginger hair off her shoulders as she cocked an eyebrow at the two—disapproval flooding her features.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Hello, Aimee," he said, greeting the woman for both of them.

Aimee huffed, glancing at the man. "Taehyung."

He stood up from the wall, kissing Kiara's temple. "Lemme get us something to drink." He shot one last glare to Aimee before walking off.

Aimee shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with him and all the PDA." She grumbled, her heavy New Jersey accent ringing through Kiara's ears while she glared a hole into the back of Taehyung's head.

Kiara straightened out the smooth material of her dress. "You get used to it," she smiled softly to herself. "Plus, I kinda like it."

"Ugh," Aimee rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "Seems like he'd fuck ya right there with an audience." The girl pointed her index finger to her open mouth, making a gagging sound while Kiara laughed.

"You're so dramatic," Kiara smiled while shaking her head. "But what's up? Is everything going OK?" Aimee was at every event Kiara held. She was her art dealer, providing guests with the information needed to purchase a piece. She would only come up to the artist if something were awry.

"Oh! Everything is fucking fantastic, honestly." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her heels. "I think this might be your best collection yet."

Kiara sighed in relief, placing her hand on her chest as it fell. "Thank you. If we can get everything sold tonight, I'll be set." Aimee looked at the girl, her brows furrowing momentarily before releasing. "Taehyung and I have been looking for a bigger place."

Aimee's lips turned down into a slight frown. "A bigger house? Has he even talked about getting a ring yet?"

Kiara's shoulders dropped, her hand pinching and rubbing at her fingers. She sounded just like her best friends and every other friend in Kiara's life. "I know," she sighed. She glanced down at her left hand, where her ring finger was aching to be adorned with something. "It's so backward, but a one-bedroom isn't enough. He needs an office space for work. So, I'm hoping the ring will come soon after once we settle into a new place."

She looked at the girl, a sad smile replacing her frown. "Well, it's only been four years, right?"

Only. That word ran circles in Kiara's head.

It's only been for years.

You've only just moved in with each other.

You've only just started dating.

The word was growing tiresome, especially in the conversations about Taehyung. Everyone had an opinion about her and her relationship, but no one dared to say anything straightforward about it. She was sick of only.

Kiara nodded slowly, which only caused Aimee to sigh. "He'll come around, doll, don't stress it." She assured with a soft smile, gently patting the woman's shoulder. "Lemme get back to my job so you can get that house." After Kiara gave Aimee a small smile, she walked off. She almost bumped into Taehyung on the way out, the two quietly cursing at each other before continuing their path.

He returned to Kiara with a smile, handing her a glass of champagne. "All good news?"

She grinned at the man, feeling warm despite not sipping her drink yet. "Amazing news."

As the night continued, the two walked around together. They always had a hand on each other somehow, whether it was Taehyung's on the small of her back or Kiara's hand being swallowed by his. She adored this. It made her feel safe—feel wanted. He had to let everyone know she was off the market and was his. As if a shiny diamond ring resting upon her left finger wouldn't have done the same. Taehyung struck up conversations with random people, small-talking them like the extrovert he was. During each conversation, she would glance around, finding something to fill her attention while they spoke of things that didn't matter. Every time, her gaze would meet the blonde.

Their eyes lingered for longer than what was appropriate. Why was he looking at me? She thought while she fidgeted with her fingers. Or was he staring at Taehyung?

"Love," she said as she turned her gaze to Taehyung. He has just finished up a conversation with an elderly couple. "How long have you known Jimin?"

"We grew up together, and were best friends."

The girl's eyes went wide. Despite four years together, Taehyung rarely talked about anything before his college years. It was optional to dwell on past things, even though Kiara would've loved to know everything, from how he scraped his knees while learning to ride a bike to his first love.

"We even went to college together, out here," he continued. "But our crowds were completely different. He got along with the nepo babies since he basically is one, and I got along with the art kids. I remember us bumping heads quite a bit." He let out an amused chuckle.

"Oh," she frowned slightly.

"Like he didn't have to brag about going to Spain," he blurted out. "Not all of us can drop our responsibilities and take off on vacation for a year."

"A year?!" She repeated as her jaw dropped.

"Mhm, basically had his parents pay for the whole trip." There was a fire behind his words. He's been tight-lipped about his friendship with Jimin, and finally, it felt amazing to let it out. "I'm surprised he's not rotting from the inside out."

Kiara pouted a bit, never hearing Taehyung speak so harshly about another. "Well, maybe it was a birthday gift?" The blonde couldn't be that bad, even if she got a taste of that quick-witted mouth earlier. He could've just been having a bad day after all.

"He left in March, babe, and his birthday is in October."

Her mouth formed a small o before she chewed on her lower lip gently. "So you're not gonna catch up with him?"

He looked ahead before glancing down at the girl. "I am," he said with a shrug, "I would rather hang out with a nepo baby than my coworkers." Kiara let out a half-hearted snicker as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "It would be a good opportunity to get out of the house since someone says I need to make friends."

"You do!" She looked at him, brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. "I feel bad leaving you home every girls' night. I want to know you're having fun and not rewatching the same three movies."

"They're good movies!" He argued with a smile as the girl shot him a glare. "But I hear you," she stretched out the last syllable as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "So I will try for you, OK?"

The girl smiled, leaning up to touch their lips together briefly. "Thank you." She hoped they could work past their differences and become friends. She knew the man wanted to go out and experience things, but he longed for a set group to do that with. Sometimes, rekindling a relationship was more manageable than starting a new one.

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#bts fanfic #bts fic #fic: inevitably yours #park jimin fanfic #park jimin fic #bts smut #jimin x oc #park jimin x oc #park jimin smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 11 months

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Ok i have quite the obsession over miss Kim Chaewon! So imagine reader is a famous actress (you can decide if she a Hollywood star or a k drama star or whatever you want). Back to what I was saying, so reader is a famous actress and she's doing some interviews and some stuffs like that to promote her new movie. And on one of these interviews, she met le sserafim cuz they are promoting unforgiven (imma villain) and Chaewon can't take her eyes off reader, she can't help but feel her pussy going wild and have the dirtiest thoughts about reader

I don't mind writing another Chaewon fic at all, especially when you give such interesting plots.

Chaewon X Fem!Reader

The easiest ways to become famous in Korea are two: being an Idol or being a drama star. And these are exactly the two paths our main characters chose: Chaewon and...you.

Even not having ever met you, Chaewon was a big fan of your works, how you can switch from being the most beautiful princess to a great spy, then again to a goofy girl in love. And if you add to your skills the fact you're gorgeous...well, the result is her having a big crush on you.

She was actually talking with Sakura, when her manager announced to them that you would have interviewed one of them for your personal YouTube Channel, something that you do out of passion to know new people. Obviously Chaewon was the chosen one, even because she menaced the other members of putting them in a box and sending them in the space otherwise.

The big day finally came and when she arrived at your house, the interview location, she was basically freaking out...and then she saw you: in her eyes you were stunning. Actually you were so beautiful, that her shyness reached a new level. Add to this the fact that there were no staff crew, because you simply put a couple of camera here and there and that was all settings needed.

Luckily you are very good with shy person and you know that the best way to making them at ease is making them drink. So, one shot, two shot, three shot and extrovert Chae was there. And she was more flirty than ever. If when she saw you, she felt something in her chest, after talking with you, she felt something leaking from her pussy.

You didn't miss the signals: her biting the lips, her looks full of lust...you knew it was a matter of time. And if fact when you moved to the kitchen to get something to eat, she practically ran after you and put her lips on yours. The making out sessions lasted quite some time, and now her pussy was on fire, it was basically clenching on the air. She needed your touch so badly.

"Ah, please, help me", she said, more thirsty than ever. And obviously you didn't refuse. You made her set on the table of the kitchen and took her skirt off, revealing her wet pussy. You teased her with a finger, but that was enough to making her moan. Adding another one, you finally started fingering her. Her hips were moving like crazy, her head hidden in your neck. Though you took away her support, because you started eating her pussy.

That was too much for her brain, now totally drunk on pleasure. She grabbed your hair, basically grinding on your mouth. Her moans were out of control and her pussy was basically a river. After few minutes of frenzy, she cummed, almost fainting on the table.

Thank you for the ask, Anon 💙

Zazá

#kpop #ask me anything #kpop girls #kpop smut #le sserafim smut #le sserafim #le sserafim chaewon #chaewon izone #izone smut

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shoshanagrauer · 1 year

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On Displays of Physical Intimacy

Welcome back to another episode of Shoshana Talks For Too Long About Why She Likes A Choice That Understandably Most People Are Kinda "Meh" About.

Namely the lack of physical displays of intimacy and affection between Kit and Jade in the finale, namely from Jade.

While watching episode 5, I remember being kinda baffled that Elora would say Kit couldn't love Jade back because SHE'S BASICALLY ALL OVER HER. Well, that's a gross exaggeration, but Kit's constantly touching Jade in this casual, comfortable way that's somewhere between "I need to reassure myself you're here" and "hey I'm here for you."

In short, I'm obsessed. In long, it was pretty obvious to me from the jump that while Kit is much more comfortable with physical affection both when they're alone and in front of people, Jade is most certainly not.

Jade's been repressing her feelings for probably at least a decade, of course she's gonna be reluctant to touch Kit pre-confession. Even post-Jade's confession, some of the few times we see Kit and Jade touch pre-kiss are the adorable hug, which is more mutual, and Jade touching Kit's arm post-daddy issues sword extravaganza (which we kinda get a repeat of in the finale).

We only really see Jade break and touch Kit in a more intimate way RIGHT after she almost drowns (I will forever be bitter we missed the moments right after Kit got launched outta wyrm lake). There's also the moments when Jade's helping out waterlogged Kit post-drowning, but those felt more like Jade could rationalize that away as continuing to do her duty to both Sorsha and Kit. The more distance Jade can put between herself and her feelings, the better lol.

I feel like even though Jade maybe feels more safe expressing herself with Kit physically one-on-one once their feelings are out there, she CLEARLY doesn't feel the same in front of the rest of the group (we really only see them physically touching in a more relaxed way in front of the others that one moment on the beach, which is ADORABLE). Jade's got a long way to go before she fully shakes off the whole "can't touch the princess I shall pine from afar" baggage.

So like even thought my little shipper heart was screaming "hug her" when Kit popped out of the dust pile after Allagash's possible sacrifice or in a million places during the finale, it really tracks for me that Jade wouldn't be in that place. Physically comforting Kit isn't her first thought like it seems to be with Kit for Jade (which we literally get as early as episode 1). Like even when Kit is a disaster because she thinks she's gonna have to off someone she loves, an experience Jade both has had and wanted to protect Kit from experiencing, she's standing back clenching her fists because she doesn't see herself as belonging in that moment. It was for the royals, not for her. That little voice will always be there in the back of her mind.

As much as I wanted All The Content in this first season, I also would like more seasons, which means this relationship needs somewhere to go. And aside from any potential external conflicts that may pop up, I love a potential growth area for Jade being her becoming more comfortable initialing physical affection. I'm usually one for slowburn in terms of when the characters get together, but I think a slowburn in terms of characters growing more comfortable and taking more ownership over what they want to be in their romantic relationships is also fun as hell.

I also deeply need some more Jade Gets Hurt content next season. It's all I want, I am a hurt/comfort girlie.

#willow 2022 #willow sequel #willow series #willow spoilers #willow disney+#kit tanthalos #tanthamore #jade claymore #jade x kit

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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Hi! I have my birthday on the anniversary, how do you think the SAGAU characters would react? For some reason I can see an emphasis on remaining Khaenri'ahns like Kaeya clinging onto whatever they can find of those customs, and yeah, apparently celebrating the birth of Teyvat was a big thing over there. (I can also see Ayaka being very happy <3) Have a good day!

YANDERE!SAGAU CHARACTERS CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY (Hysteric Humanoid)

A/n: Omg happy birthday anon!!! o⁠(*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)o i hope you have a fantastic day too!!!

I'm not sure if you're referring to the Yan!SAGAU Hysteric Humanoid or not, because most of the cast in HH are pretty violent towards the reader (e.g: Aether nearly killed the reader, Zhongli tried to kidnap them, Rhinedottir manipulated you, etc). It's not a very happy story. People don't revere you. They actively hunt you down. Hence, I'm not sure you got the right author for this haha, I don't exactly write happy endings… I don't want to dump all those things on your birthday ;;----;;;

You deserve a happier response, so I'll be focusing on some of your devotees in the fic (at the time of chapter 1)!

Might be a little spoiler-y but oh well!

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Characters: Dainsleif, Abyss! Lumine, Baizhu, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli, and Kamisato Ayaka.

Before the three of you separated, Dainsleif often tried to do something special for you, and it's almost always practical (I say this because you've traveled with him for centuries, and not once did he give you something extravagant–). He thinks gifts are great as a concept, but it doesn't translate well with reality. Dain thought about fighting bosses for you just to give you a present but then weighed down that leaving you alone was too dangerous. Customs be damned. He believes that your safety is worth more than fleeting happiness. You understand, don't you? Being empty-handed makes him miserable too. Please be content with your scarf for now.

Things are a bit different after Chapter 1. He's a lot more bitter and reserved. Dainsleif is not afraid to act brutal around you if it means proving that he can and will protect you. He doesn't care if you don't approve or if you "hate" him. But the upside to this is that he'll drag you along to get you your present. Just say whatever you desire ("leave" is not an option) and he'll pluck it out of a corpse for you. After that, it's just another day. You're both over 500 years old. And it doesn't help that the Abyss Order is always up to something when it's your birthday.

Lumine, however, believes that "fortune favors the bold". C'mon, it's The Creator's birthday! She'd take any excuse to celebrate (after all, she's secretly down too, you know.) Lumine understands that for some people birthdays are a big deal. While personally, she doesn't like having hers become a big spectacle (she misses her brother), she wants you to be bombarded by her attention. Flowers! Feathers! Anything that catches her eye will surely find its way into your inventory. She'd peck you on your cheek and tell you that you deserve the world– and Lumine will not stop until she gives you just that. After all, she already promised that she'll bring you home someday with her brother too.

As the Princess of the abyss, she honors her word. Everything she does is for the home she wished to share with you. This is why Dainsleif keeps an eye on your birthday– she has a habit of conducting special operations during this time. She's awfully sentimental. If he didn't burn all the letters she left for you, you would've known that her obsession is a lot more terrifying and burdensome than you thought.

Baizhu doesn't know when your birthday is. But he DID help you make a fake birth certificate so he pretends that that's your real birthday (it's not.) On your/Jianfeng's birthday, he sadistically gives you a herb-flavored cake, made only with the bitterest ingredients Qiqi could find. The doctor explains that it helps maintain blood pressure among other health benefits– while he does speak the truth, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any ulterior motives. You know damn well he just wants more blood samples. If you could pass your immortality to Baizhu you would, but he wouldn't accept that. He wants to be immortal with you, and he will not accept any shortcuts.

You met Kaeya when he was 18 years old. I won't say how you met, but you've known each other for around 3-4 years. Kaeya considers himself your friend first and being your acolyte is nothing more than a cute title. He's not knowledgeable about Khaenri'ahn customs regarding birthdays, instead, he'll celebrate it his way… so expect alcohol. Kaeya knows that you hated how pretentious people are when they celebrate The Creator's birth. You couldn't handle all the noise, especially since you're convinced that you're an "impostor". He'd do his best to isolate you from any other "unwanted" attention by taking you somewhere only you both know. The air around Windrise feels nice this evening– he'll help you climb up the branches. You'd join him, right? This is a pretty sentimental place for him. He often hides here whenever he got into a fight with Diluc, you should know by now that he's being vulnerable by inviting you here.

Other than that, there's no doubt that he'd tease you about your age, and subtly remark where his loyalty lies. He knew after observing the Twilight Sword that chivalry remains unpaid despite 500 years of service, but he would still offer his body to whatever plans you wish would befall Teyvat. What is love without a bit of sacrifice, right?

Is it really a surprise that Venti dedicates songs for you on your birthday? Probably not. Especially when he did this more than a hundred times? Probably not. Does he care? Well, you can't tell. Either way, if you spent your birthday in Mondstadt getting dragged along by Kaeya's whims then the bard will find you eventually. Much to the cavalry captain's dismay, the archon would climb up the branches just to sing you a song. Afterward, you'd both try to push him out. Keyword: try. By the end of the day, the three of you would be the drunkest people in Teyvat. He'll end up clinging to your arm, sometimes sticking his tongue out whenever Kaeya makes a disgruntled noise. Venti will make sure to remind him that he's known you longer than him, that Kaeya is just a child in your eyes. They're both absolutely immature. You'll, unfortunately, need Dainsleif to get these two off of you.

Ahhh, Zhongli. Gosh, I wish I could just spoil my plans for him but I'll do my best to answer this without revealing much. He's no God of Stove, but he will serve you food, specifically jade parcels and his specialty dish, slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup. With somber eyes, Morax– not Zhongli– would reminisce the times you've spent together in mindless rambles, even if those memories evade you. He'll feed you kindly, asking if it tastes just like the first day you first met. When he doesn't get the response he desperately craved, he'll take you back to Qingce Village. Please… can't you give him at least one smile? He missed your company.

(I love Ayato but I can't include him here because he does not have faith in the reader. At all.)

Kamisato Ayaka is superstitious. Or at least, something close to that. For the longest time, she believed her mother when she said thunder is nothing more than the Electro Archon's way of communicating. Like everyone else, her sense of self did not exist at birth. A 5-year-old will always see themselves as the main protagonist of their own life– unburdened by social responsibilities and the weight of what will happen to their clan. And when the Kamisato Clan almost crumbled, she put her blind faith in one other person besides her brother.

You.

She firmly believes it was fate that you both share the same birthday and that it made her closer to you than anyone else. In times that she does not trust her confidence, she thinks of you. What would The Creator do if they were in her shoes? What would They have told her? And thankfully it helped.

That's why before she met the traveler, she never once celebrate her birthday– she celebrated yours.

"Happy birthday, Your Grace. I will not forget to glorify all that you have done and will do. Please continue to guide me in another year of living."

#yandere kamisato ayaka #yandere sagau #yandere genshin x reader #yandere #happy birthday!#yandere Dainsleif #yandere zhongli #yandere venti #tag: hh - sagau #yandere baizhu #yandere lumine #Abyss lumine #yandere x reader #yandere kaeya

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mysinsforventi · 2 years

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💛 I am you, yet you aren't me 💛 Part 1

(I couldn't find the credits for the fanart! So the credits are going to the artist of the fanart!! )

(DON'T reupload, use, share, repost it!! It's not yours!! This is MY fanfic!! )

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dom!aether x sub! f. reader

dom! abyss aether x sub! f. reader

(I say it just in case: reader ISN'T traveller!

Also: Paimon-haters be gone!!! We love & adore paimon here on my blog!! )

+18 (Aether is 500 or +500 years old so don't come for me!!!)

Warnings:

smut, dirty thoughts, a bit yandere abyss!aether?, cursing, drugging (breathing in stuff) , manipulation, gaslighting, dark themed, angst, anxiety, kidnapping/capturing, power abuse, god-complex, khaenri'ah mentioning, dom! abyss aether, dom! aether, (let me know if I forgot something~)

About:

Beeing friends with aether for a long time you always travelled together. This time you checked out a new domain. Your crush on the blonde traveler is getting more & more out of hand. Yet you never would tell him, since he 'obviously' didn't feel the same. But is that really true? Since a surten abyss prince has a very strong obsession with you. So strong that he wants you just to himself. Would you notice if you beloved traveler all of sudden was to act differently? Would you care if aether's goal changed? Would you agree to become his princess & help the old fallen kingdom to find his light again?? Also.. will you find out what happened to his other traveler-self?

~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~

( This didn't turn out like planned! But I decided to still post it. I hope you enjoy~ )

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Just another normal day. A day like any other, beeing on a commision with aether and helping him find clues for his missing sister. You and aether met a long while ago, as he first came to mondstadt and since then you two basically were always together. Paimon and you had also a great friendship going on. So it was only normal to go on commision's with your best friend, aether. Even tho for you aether was way more than 'just a friend'. You, for sure, could say that he was the most important person in your live. Your sunshine in this cloudy, dark world. You truly admired him. You truly loved- But.. let's not talk about it. Aether is busy enough and has so much worrys already, you didn't want to add to his troubles. Besides.. once he found his sister he would leave anyway! So you just kept quiet about your true feelings, thinking it would be for the best.

"Why is it so cold in here?? Paimon has a really bad feeling about this place aether..", paimon looked around while hiding behind the traveler. The whole domain was frozen and everything was covered in white ice. Which made sense why the temperature has dropped so much. To be honest you were also freezing, but were to busy following aether through the domain to care about yourself. Nothing should happen to him. Nothing can happen to him as long as you take care of him. As long as your eyes don't lose sight of him. That's what you quietly promised yourself. Always putting others first. You were very good at this.

All of sudden aether stopped and turned around to look at you. "W-What?", you asked confused, looking into his golden eyes. His stare made you feel intimidated so you had to look away. "I was just thinking we should take a break and cook some soup! You're cold to right?", aether gently smiled while walking towards a cooking pot. "Me? N-No i'm fin-", you started but got cut off. "You're shaking y/n! I can see it~", aether pouted cutely while starting to cook, "Now come here okay? Let's warm all up together!~", aether said while waving his hand at you to join him and paimon.

You sighed and walked towards your friends. He noticed! Of course he did, aether wasn't dumb after all. He always cares so much about others and is able to pay attention to the smallest details about people's feelings. There was no way you poor acting skills could've fooled him. Or so at least you thought. What you didn't know was that actually aether's eyes were always on you. Always looking after you, following you, making sure you stayed safe. He saw something special in you and for damn sure he wouldn't lose you too. That's how the blond traveler noticed right away, by your shaking hands and your lip bite that you were cold. After a long time studying your moves and gestures he was positiv to know every single thing about you. And that was important to aether. After all you mean so much to him..

After warming up and talking for a while you continued your way through the domain. "We need to get up there! But how?", asked aether, looking around for an solution. You smiled as you saw a circle on the wall, "Oh! I know!! Leave this to me!!", you said while you teleported up towards the wall before using the power of your vision to hit the circle. Jumping down next to the blonde traveler you realized that nothing happened.

"Use your elementare sight!", said paimon. Aether nodded, "There are invisible stairs they'll bring us up for sure! Good idea Y/N!!", he grinned at you, a soft blush covering his cheeks. This gesture made your heart jump and beat faster. "Heyy!! Paimon is the one who said to use your elementare sight! Why paimon doesn't get any praise??", your other friend pouted while glaring at aether. "Ehe?~", the blonde traveler lifted his shoulders and smiled. "Oh no.. don't tell paimon this tone-deaf bard shared his stupidity with you..", paimon gulped while hiding behind your back, "Y/N do something! Aether has lost his mind. Paimon feels scared!". You laughed while gently patting paimons head, "There, there", you giggeled.

This scene alone made aethers heart melt. Making him chuckle too. After a long time he finally felt home again. But every beautiful moment had to end sometime. "Let's go, take my hand so you won't fall!", he said, holding his hand towards you. This simple sentence stopped your brain from functioning probably. 'Gosh.. what a prince aether is. Someone come and bring him a white horse. With a rose like romeo-', not wanting to think about it anymore you just grabbed his hand, walking closely behind him.

You both started to walk up the stairs. All of sudden you heard a weird sound. 'I have a bad feeling-', you thought and looked around. "Watch out!! The stairs are disappearing! Quick- Run!!", paimon yelled, flying upwards. 'If only I could fly too', you thought in panic. Aether started to run and so did you. Almost at the top of the stairs. Almost there. In the next moment as you wanted to take another step, you felt yourself stepping into nothing, you just lost all ground under your feed. A scream, you fell, still holding on to the travelers hand.

You crashed against the cold, freezing wall. The ice was sharper than it looked like since your arm started to bleed, beeing cut open by the crash. Blood running down your arm, your feed hanging into the air and nothing under you. Nothing than a black hole that didn't seem to end. Within this second everything started to slow down. It was like you saw your live flashing by your eyes. You could hear aether calling your name but it sounded dull, far away from you. But yet he was right here, infront of you. There was pure fear in his eyes.. you never saw him like this. Usually he was always calm, collected. Yes, he was angry before. But this was a side of the traveler you hadn't seen until now. You felt how his his hand trembled, his breath was fast and shaky. Also are there tears in his eyes??

Aether ran up the stairs. Almost there. He already had an idea what he was about to say once they reached the top. Wanting to impress you, proving he can keep your safe. Even this proff was more for himself then towards you. One last step. Aether smiled at paimon, who already waited for the both of you. Paimon smiled back and cheered already. Then everything happened so fast. A whoosh was heard, he felt a tug on his hand and it forced him backwards. Quickly turning around he saw something that made his heart shatter. Memorys of the scary, lonely past flashed by his eyes. You, who were so important to him, were about to fall. Fall and disappear. Disappear, like his sister had. Clinging to the wall, clinging to his hand while letting out a paniced scream. Aether kneed down, focusing all his strengh into his arm, into his hand. A loud crash was heard. The moment the traveler saw blood running down your arm, something in him snapped. He wouldn't let you go. Not now, not ever.

Protecting you was his second goal after finding his sister and he wouldn't give up on either of those! "Y/N hold on!! Don't let go!!", said aether, using his geo powers to creat something to stand on for you. Giving you the strength to stand up straight but with your shaky legs this wasn't so easy. You tried your best to climb up the wall. You really tried. Tears started to form in your eyes.

As you looked up your eyes widened. Aether jumped down, just to stand on his geo plattform he created. Taking you into his arms and lifting you up, helping you. As soon as you were up, laying on the cold floor you paniced. Jumping up, grabbing both of aehers hands and gave everything you got. You put every last strengh you had left into your arms to pull the traveler up. Finally the both of you were safe. Heavy breathing, sitting on the floor. Just looking at each other, no one said anything. You really thought this was the end but once again aether proved you wrong. With one swift pull, the traveler had you in his arms.

Holding you close to his chest, his grip tight, he whispered in your ear, "I got you!! I won't let anything happen to you! I-I.. won't lose you too!!". You swear you could hear his voice break slightly at the end. You heart broke at the sound of his voice. Gently laying your still a bit shaky hand on his cheek you looked at him and smiled, "Thank you aether! I'm okay now~". The blonde boy blushed but smiled gently back. Kissing the back of your hand while looking into your eyes. 'Yup, a prince. That was prince aether. He just needs a crown-'

"Are you done flirting yet? Paimon wants to get away from here you know?", you heard a familiar voice speaking. You blushed and hid your face in the traveler's chest while he just sighed and helped you stand up. "Are you jelaous paimon?~", aether smirked and chuckled a bit while still holding you close, needing to feel your warmth to calm himself down. "Are you okay Y/N? Did you hurt yourself?", he looked at you, worry in his eyes. You nodded, "I'm okay! Just some scratches. It'll be fine, don't worry", looking into aethers eyes. Turning around, letting go of aether to look ahead of you, your eyes widened. The snow was gone, no more ice and the temperature felt warmer. Before you was a room but it was completly empty. "I feel like we went the wrong way aether..", you said while pointing towards the empty room.

"Use your elementare sight again!!", said paimon while floating towards the room. "Wait paimon!! We don't know what is in there! It could be a trap!", you said stopping your friend. "Ohh you're right-", "Nothing! There is nothing to be found.. We really went the wrong way..", aether sighed and looked from paimon to you. You turned around and looked down, a gasp left your mouth. Your heart almost had a solo flight towards the heavens. "G-Gone. The floor we just walked on his gone!!", you screamed hiding behind the blonde boy. "So this is the right way after all..", aether said while looking back towards the empty room.

"Let's go Y/N! There has to be some way out of here!", he said and took your hand again, smiling at you. The smile that helped you a lot. It gave you confindence, it gave you hope and it calmed you down. You took aether's hand once again and smiled back. With him by your side everything would go well. You believed in this fact. The two of you walked into the room, looking around. But it was really nothing to be seen. "Maybe we should just use our power and see what happens?", paimon sighed also confused.

"Power? Wait!- I swear I saw something earlier!", you looked towards the door you just came from, "Look! Outside this room is a cube. I'm sure we need to light it up!", you said pointing at it.

Paimon already floated towards it, trying to understand it. Aether just stepped infront of you and leaned a bit closer, "Sometimes I really wonder about you..", he whispered with a special look in his eyes, a soft smile placed on his lips as he continued to speak, "How are you this amazing? Without you I'd have been lost so many times. You are a genius Y/N! I really do lo-", but before aether could finish his sentence a loud sound rolled through the room.

Turning around, looking for an enemy but nothing. The room was still empty. "Guys are you okay in there?? Paimon didn't touch anything but.. the door closed on it's own!", paimon yelled, voice sounding far away. 'How thicc is this door??', you wondered. The blonde boy let go of your hand and ran towards the door, hammering against it but it didn't even move. "We are fine! We'll get out of here somehow! Go and get help paimon!! Call our team together!", aether yelled back while leaning against the door. "Paimon understands!! Just hold on!! Paimon will be back with much help!!", your friend yelled as her voice than disappeared.

"Looks like we're stuck here for a while..", the traveler sighed while walking back towards you. Walking around, taking a look on the ground. Observing everything carefully. "What are you doing?", aethers voice asked standing infront of you again. You were to busy concetrating on the floor that you didn't even looked up at him. A hand grabbed your chin and moved it upwards so that your eyes met golden, confused ones, "Hey? Y/N what's wrong?", the blonde boy asked. 'Gosh.. how is aether this intimidating sometimes and then this sweet other times??', your heart jumped at the eye-contact.

"I-I was just checking the floor if there are any hints of footprints or maybe a fake floor", you explained still looking into his beautiful eyes. "Oh- That is very smart! I'll help you!", with that aether let go of your chin and walked towards the other side of the room. Which idea, in the beginning sounded so clever, turned out to be a complete disaster in the end. Yet none of you both noticed the hidden, dark golden eyes glaring in your direction.

~💛~❤~ A few minutes later ~❤~💛~

"Have you found something?", you asked, after not hearing anything from aether. It had been quiet some minutes you were searching every inch of the room. Why didn't aether say something? Confused you turned around to look at your best friend. Your eyes scanning the whole room and the traveler was.. gone??

"Aether??", you called for him again. No responds. Silence. That's when the panic overcame you. Turning around and running towards the spot aether was just standing, you tried to search for a trap, a hole or anything looking suspicous on the floor. Yet you didn't see anything. Tears slowly started to fill your eyes. 'Hopefully paimon will be there again soon!', you thought while sitting on the ground. There was nothing you could do. This room didn't have any way out and you slowly lost hope. Not that you were the much optimistic type to begin with. You never were. But for some reason this room took away all your energy, motivation and stamina. The air felt so heavy. It was so difficult to breath. And everything seemed so dark, almost black. This whole situation made your head hurt. Wait.. Quickly standing up, looking around and it clicked. The whole room is covered in purple dust. No way. That wasn't there before.. 'Is someone trying to knock me out?? Is that what happened to aether?? But how didn't I realise it earlier??', millions of question's went through your head. Leaning against the nearest wall, holding your breath as long as possible. Your head started to pound with pain and your vision slowly blurred. Still you tried to stay focused. Slowly breathing in & out, making sure to keep your eyes open. It was hard to make out but you were sure you heard a familiar voice speaking,

"You're really stubborn huh? Ahh, my precious princess~ I didn't expect anything less from you! After all, you are THE ONE that I choose to rule with me. Soon you'll be mine~".

~💛~❤~ Later ~❤~💛~

"Y/N?? Can you hear me?? Y/N!! Please say something!!", someone screamed, the voice sounded familiar but somehow much more broken. At beginning it felt like you were far away but the voice got louder with each second. A sob. Then another sob. You felt something wet on your cheek.

Ahh.. now you remember! Aether! The small sobs, the sad whines, the way he breathed that all reminded you on aether. He often cried because of his missing sister. Never infront of you, but in the middle of the night you would wake up just to hear a crying aether. You would walk over to his room and cuddle him back to sleep. He always apologized in the morning for you not geting enough sleep. To be honest you could care less about your sleep! The happiness of the blonde boy meant much more to you. Slowly lifting an hand, eyes still closed, still feeling tired, "Don't cry aether! We will find your sister!", you whispered while caressing weakly his cheek. His cheek were more than a bit wet. How long did he cry already? You tried to open your eyes, blinking at the sudden brightness.

Acting? Yes, he should be acting. But no, no! This wasn't acting! Aether was truly worried about you. The tears running down his face were real. The sudden sadness he felt was also real. Did he drug you to hard? Was it to much for you to handle? He can't lose you! Not yet! Not ever! Aether had waited for 2 hours, yet you still were asleep. Not moving but still breathing. Slowly he started to worry, 'What if he went to far?? What if he killed his most beloved??'. The blonde prince wouldn't be able to live with himself. After all you were the reason he did all of this. The prince of the abyss saw something so special and outstanding in you, that he would sacrifice the entire teyvat for you. So usually confindent of himself sitting on his throne, now he kneed on the ground next to his knocked out love of his live. The moment your hand moved his breath stopped. Then for the very first time, he heard your angelic voice speaking. Well it wasn't his first time, but the first time you adressed him personally. Actually he liked this a lot more then the many times he heard you moaning his name while you pumped your cute fingers into you. Quickly shaking his head, now was not the time to think about such lewd, sinfull memorys!

"Y/N-? Are you okay?? Are you hurt??", aether asked, calming down a bit. You finally managed to look at him. Holding on to his hand and sitting slowly up. "Yes- I'm okay. I think? Just a bit dizzy.", you said, smiling at him. Aether smiled back, "I'm glad! You got me really worried there!". Looking away from aether you realised the place you were in. The room was different. So someone really knocked you out! The room you were in was darker, filled with purple light. No doors were to be seen. Just a long wide, open corridor going over into another room. Infront of you were a few stairs. On top of them stood a throne, with a crown on it. Very intimidating but interesting! Looking back to aether who was just starring at you, not saying anything. Weird.. usually aether would talk some more to easy up the mood.

"Where are we?? Did you also breath in that weird purple stuff?", you slowly stood up. Deciding to look around some more you took a step forward, torwards the throne. Maybe you'll find some clues to get out of here?

"I wish I could tell you that Y/N.. I think, I did?!As I woke up, I found myself here.. like you!", the boy looked at you from behind, saying these words with the most innocence in his voice. Yet he had a huge smirk on his face as you walked towards the throne. His throne. It would be lovely to see you sit on it with that fuckable ass of yours. Maybe you could ride him on it one day-

'Enough!! Be patiened! Now is not the right time!', the blonde prince bit his lip and reminded himself on his goal.

Aether loved when everything went like planned. And so far it did. A few more steps and you were right infront of the scary looking throne. Right there where he wanted you. Gosh he could just stare at your behind forever, you looked perfect. The need of grabbing you, bending you over, just feeling your insides around him got bigger. The abyss prince got hard over your hips swaying side to side. He wants to fuck you so bad. And he will.. later..

One step. Two steps. You were right infront of the throne. For some reason you couldn't take your eyes of the black crown infront of you. The feeling of having it seen somewhere before, the need to pick it up and put it on your head. What is this feeling?? With all your self control you managed to turn away. It wasn't your throne, not your crown so you shouldn't touch it! Instead you walked back down to aether. Looking at him you thought he behaved rather weird, because you both breathed in that purple stuff. The boy didn't move an inch. He just looked at you with the most innocent puppy eyes you had ever seen.

"We should look around! We have to find a way out! We don't know who did this to us but they clearly want us alive. Soo I guess they won't hurt us?", you said, trying to calm aether down. He must be scared, that was why he isn't moving. You thought he probably had flashbacks to his missing sister. "Aether, don't worry~ Everything is going to be fine. We will get out of here safe and sound!", smiling at him as you stood infront of him.

That was what you hoped at least. To be honest you were shit-scared! Who did this? And what do they want from you both?? The fatui, the abyss? According to your surroundings, you would say the abyss. Some strange feeling about this room, about the crown, the thrown told you. 'Wait! If this is the 'abyss-doing'.. Now way!!!', you thought to yourself, 'Are we even still in teyvat??'. This place looked like nothing you had seen before! The walls looked way more like some of the ruins you had found in all three of the nations you had travelled through! 'No way! Maybe I'm just shocked! Yes.. I'm just making up things', you tried to calm yourself down. After all this was still a very scary situation!The best you could was trying to make sure not to lose hope!

Feeling a hand on your cheek, you looked up starring into aethers eyes. His beautiful golden eyes. But.. something felt off. Something was missing. Was this really your aether? Now looking at him closer, your eyes wandering down his body you realised also a huge difference. Did he grow taller? No.. it's just that he has more muscles right?? For some reason the boy infront of you seemed stronger, more mature. You didn't know how to explain it but.. Aether had changed! 'Okay, now I'm just going crazy! Did this purple stuff mess with my mind that much??', you bit your lip. How could you ever not trust aether! He would never hurt you! He always helped you and saved you! Now look at you, questioning his appearance..

"You're right y/n! We will be safe! Let's go and take a look into the other room over there, maybe we can find a way out", the blonde boy spoke while taking your hand, "Let's go~", with that aether started walking into the small corridor. Caught of guard, blushing at the gesture you followed him. On the walls of the small corridor, a few pictures were placed on the walls. They all seemed familiar. Yet you don't know them. Still pretty confused and tired you decided to concetrate on the room before you. Walking in, it wasn't anything special. A bed, a closet, carpet, chairs and a couch, a table, some candles but no door or window. Really strange. The whole room was also, besides the candles, colored into a purple light. As you looked closer, you saw on the bed were even rose pattles. 'Oh no- we surely ran into some perverts-', you thought, blushing. Making sure to look everywhere but aether's eyes. This was hella embarrassing. Shit.. why do you had such lewd ideas now?? You couldn't help but to imagine how it would be to be deflowered by aether on the bed infront of you. How it would be to make out on the couch. How it would feel like having aether's shaft inside you. How big is he? How would his muscles feel? Would he cum-

"Y/N??", the voice next to you made you snap out of your thoughts. "YES??", you yelled, voice breaking slightly. Embarrassed you coughed, looking up to aether. Wait.. up?? Just yet you realised you were laying on the bed with aether sitting next to you. He looked scared. "W-What happened? Didn't we just stand at the door?", you asked confused, wanting to sit up. "Don't!!", a growling voice said, while aether's hands pushed you down on the bed again. Kneeling half way over your body, both of his hands on your shoulders while starring into your eyes. "I-I mean don't get up. You just fell over! I carried you to the bed.. My guess is that you still weak from the purple stuff you breathed in earlier..", the blonde said, his grip disappearing.

' What was that??', you were sure you both just stood at the door. How did you not realise you fell over?? This gave you chills. Yet the whole situation made your heart jump. He never was this close to you. Also you never heard him growl like that. The sound of his voice effected you more than ever. You totally forgot about what just happened. Not questioning it anymore. "A-Ah- okay..", you just nodded, laying back down again, looking at aether. He seemed completly alright, somehow? Like he wasn't even a little bit affected by the purple stuff. Well but then again.. the traveller was always stronger than others. Nothing very special there..

"Are you feeling alright? You worried me.. just falling over like that! Or.. could it be..", aether's voice spoke up, bringing your attention back to him, "that my presence actually got your knees weak? Tell me my dear y/n, did you perhaps fall for me?", he whispered in your ear, slightly leaning over you , a smug smirk covered his face, teasing you like always. But his stare.. said otherwise. It was like fire. Like he knew your deepest, darkest secrets. 'He can't, can he?? Of course not!! I mean how would he??' Aether is way to oblivious to such things. He couldn't know your true feelings for him. "As if!! Don't get cocky just because you're on top of me!!", you giggeled, gently grabbing his arms and pulling him down to you. Laughing at his suprised gasp, you didn't even realise the sinfull position you both were in. Aether was now kneeling completly over you, one of his legs between yours, your arms trapped under his chest. Also you didn't realise aether's big, devilish smirk on his face.

Having all of this planned out. Having waited for you for years. Waiting for the moment to make you his princess. Waiting for the moment this cursed, lost, very dark world of his, would finally see the bright shining sun again! You would make this place shine again. You would bring khaenri'ah back to the top. Because you were his god! It was your destiny! And the prince had you exactly where he wanted you to be. In his bed, under him, clearly in love with him.

~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~💛~❤~

(Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Part 2 will follow soon~ )

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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Something Tells Me We're Not Done - Ruhn Danaan.

A/N - Back with some more Ruhn stuff!!

T/W - Talks of SA, please don't read if this is triggering for you, it's not discussed in massive detail just mentioned but please keep yourself safe! A little smut! First time writing this so criticism is welcome!

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Your earliest memories were of toddling around after your brother Declan, Flynn and the kind Prince who always held your hand and carried you on his shoulders. You weren't sure when your obsession with Ruhn began because you couldn't remember a time when you weren't. He was always there, in every memory you had of growing up, it was always Ruhn, Dec and Flynn.

Age 3:

You toddled into the kitchen having grown bored of the toys Declan had gotten out for you to play with, a handful of felt tips clutched in your chubby little hand as you approached the table where your brother sat with his friends discussing things you were too young to understand. Ruhn was the first of the three to notice you, he always was and you made a beeline for him, knowing it would be easier to convince him to play with you than your brother or Flynn. He scooped you up into his arms sitting you on his lap as he smiled down at you "Whatcha got there, Little Princess?" You beamed up at him "Colours!" You told him as you pulled at his arm, his sleeve of tattoos slowly growing and some still missing colour, he'd let you colour them in once and since then it had become a favourite pastime of yours. "Go on then" he smiled as he placed his arm flat on the table for you to colour and went back to his conversation.

You coloured contently for 5 minutes until you noticed a blister on his other arm, too young to understand it was a burn and that his father had given it too him but your little mind was so mad about how sore it looked and he must've felt your little body tense as his eyes snapped down to you and followed your eye line. "Hurt?" You asked him, a pout on your lips and he chuckled, brushing it off "It's okay Little Princess, I'm okay" he assured you but it wasn't enough and you hovered your little hand over it. That was how you all learned you possessed the rare gift of healing, just like your big brother as you healed the burn on Ruhn's arm.

The older you got the more complicated your feelings for Ruhn became, he was your brother's best friend and you knew he'd never see you as anything other than Dec's little sister and you felt pathetic for being irrevocably in love with a Prince you would never be able to have, at least not fully. The one who was your anchor when you made the drop, he taught you how to drink and smoke and kept an eye on you at the house parties they had, he took you to get your first tattoo, the one who had never stopped calling you Little Princess no matter how old you got and how much Flynn teased you for it and the reason you had a tiny little tiara tattooed on your hip.

The three of them were your fierce protectors, a lot of the time males feared getting close to you and girls only tried to get close to you for the three of them. You were content with your brother and his two friends who he shared with you without a second thought so you didn't need anyone else, you'd gotten into university to study healing, while Dec had taught you everything you knew about hacking and tech, you wanted to help people with your gift and Ruhn had promised you a job as the official Aux healer when you graduated.

Age 18:

Tears streaming down your face, you ran to the only place you knew you'd feel safe, banging on the door of your big brother's house frantically. "Flynn if you've lost your keys again, I swear-" A sleep mussed Ruhn cut himself off taking in the state of you. "Y/N, what's wrong?!" He asked as you shoved your way into the house "Is Dec here?" He shook his head "No, it's just me but I can call him?" He didn't have a chance to even wonder where his phone was as you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed. "Please talk to me? What happened? I thought you were going on your first ever date?" He asked again and you shuddered as you peeled yourself away from him and crossed your legs underneath yourself as you sat shakily on the sofa.

"I went" you confirmed "It was going so well Ruhn and he was driving me home when-" Ruhn tensed next to you "-he pulled into some empty parking lot and he tried-" you swallowed the lump in your throat as tears welled in your eyes again "-he tried to force me to-" Rhun cut you off as he stood "I'll kill him, I swear to the gods I'll kill him" you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the sofa "Please don't leave me right now?" He sat again and pulled you into his side "I'm not going anywhere Little Princess, I can kill him tomorrow" you breathed him in "I smashed his face into the dash." Ruhn grinned "That's my girl!"

You weren't sure how long you sat there before he spoke again "I'm sorry that happened to you, don't settle for an asshole like that, when you're ready, make sure it's with someone you trust, someone you care about and who cares about you." He mumbled into your hair. "When I'm ready, I want it to be you." The words left your mouth before you could stop them and you were horrified at what you'd just admitted, Ruhn froze next to you. Shit shit shit. "What?" You knew he'd heard you but you repeated yourself anyway and waited for him to laugh at you, to reject you, to say anything really because it would be better than him staring at you like you'd grown a second head. "Why me?" He asked, "I trust you more than anyone, I can't think of anyone I'd rather share that with." He opened his mouth to reply but Dec and Flynn chose that moment to burst through the door. It was never spoken of again, until two years later, when Ruhn became your first.

Something had shifted between the two of you that night although you could never quite work out what. The dynamic had definitely shifted and you were now more friends than Dec's little sister. You adored your big brother but you wouldn't miss being known as his little sister, you guessed that laying yourself bare, quite literally, in front of someone would do that. You smiled softly to yourself remembering how he worshiped every inch of you, muttering into your skin how no one would be worthy of you, how he wasn't worthy of you, it had been all about you that night, which you'd heard from other girls at university wasn't common and later experiences confirmed this.

Ruhn had coaxed sounds out of you that you didn't even know you could make, at the time you were mortified but the look in his eyes told you not to be as he continued to drag them out of you. It was only after he'd given you three orgasams did he let you touch him, and you took your time exploring every glorious part of his body you could get your hands on.

"You need to stop looking at me like that Y/N" Ruhn's voice in your head shocked you back to reality, your cheeks heated as you realised you had indeed been looking at him the whole time as the sounds of the office met your ears again. "What were you thinking about?" You locked eyes with him across the room, and through the open door of his office in the Aux headquarters, his eyebrow raised at you waiting for an answer "The night of my 20th birthday" his smirk turned feral knowing exactly what you were talking about and it wasn't the party they'd thrown for you. "Enjoyed that did ya?" He teased, you rolled your eyes at him "I enjoyed you." He shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair and you smirked at the effect you were having on him. You stood from your desk, smoothing your little summer dress as you turned to leave, swaying your hips a little more than necessary as you left, his eyes following you the whole time. "You're killing me, Little Princess." You laughed back into his mind.

Teasing had become the norm for the two of you now, and at some point it snapped, how you'd ended up in Ruhn's room with his head between your legs you weren't sure but you didn't care as you pulled on his hair, begging him for more as you writhed underneath him. His strong hands had your hips fully pinned to the bed and the sounds you were making were unholy, not caring about the party or your brother downstairs. "Please, more" you gasped at him as his eyes snapped up to you, he crawled up your body, his fingers replacing his tongue as his lips met yours, you whined at the amount of clothes he still had on, pulling at his shirt. "Skin" you begged him "I need to feel your skin on mine." He smirked at you as he pulled his shirt off, your hands falling to his jeans that you were desperately trying to rid him of, your eyes widened at the sight of him in all his glory, no one you'd been with since had compared to him and that first time 5 years ago. He allowed it as you pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. "Let me show you what I've learned since last time." You smirked as seductively as you could and Ruhn threw his head back in a groan as you placed a light kiss on his tip and then licked his entire length from base to tip before finally taking him in your mouth. You hummed around him as his hips bucked and you dug your nails into his thigh to let him know you were okay. He lost it and was thrusting into your mouth in minutes when his voice floated into your mind. "I'm finishing in you, not like this." Your core tightened and you rubbed your thighs together to try and get any kind of friction you could. You pulled off of him with a very audible pop and crawled up his body, he quirked an eyebrow at you. "I want to ride you." He groaned again as he dragged your hips forward sliding you over his length as you let out another moan.

Sinking down on him was like heaven, the two of you both letting out breathy moans, his hands instantly finding your hips and started moving you, you placed both hands on his chest before taking the movement yourself getting into a good rhythm when he'd decided he wanted the control back and flipped you over, kissing you once more before thrusting into you at a godlike pace when the door flew open and he dropped his body over yours to cover you from whoever had come in. "What are you doing?! My eyes!!" Flynn screeched, his eyes going from Ruhn to you. There was nothing either of you could do, Ruhn couldn't get up and pull him into the room without leaving you exposed so you both watched in horror as Flynn called for Dec and then said "I'd get dressed before he gets up here" and turned his back. Ruhn kissed the side of your head and slowly pulled himself out of you and handed you his t-shirt, you pulled it over your head while he pulled his boxers on and threw your underwear at you that had ended up hanging off of the sword that stood in the corner of the room.

You'd never seen the murderous look in Declan's eyes before as you sat next to Ruhn on the side of his bed. "What in the ever loving fuck, were you thinking?" Dec asked his friend and your bare knees suddenly became incredibly interesting. "She's my little sister!" He continued "You've known her since she was born, she used to colour in your tattoos and make you wear your hair in bunches like her, you've literally watched her grow up, she's your little sister as well essentially!" You met Declan's eyes "I'll talk to you in a minute!" He snapped and you cringed. "I wasn't thinking Dec, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Ruhn told him and your heart tightened and Dec turned to you "What do you have to say for yourself? How could you? He's engaged Y/N!" Your eyes filled with tears, you hadn't known that and Dec had never looked at you like he was now, eyes full of disappointment. Dec sighed when it was clear you weren't going to give him an answer. "Get dressed and go home, Y/N" he turned on his heel and walked out the door, Flynn following closely behind him.

Ruhn opened his mouth to say something to you but you cut him off. "Don't" it came out weaker than you wanted as you stood to find your dress which had a lovely rip down it, you shot a look at Ruhn as he silently handed you a pair of his shorts instead and pulled them on and left the room without saying another word, you'd made it the the gates at the front of the house before you ran into Bryce and Hunt "What's wrong?" She asked taking you in wearing her brothers clothes as a tear slid down your cheek, you said nothing "Hunt, take her home, I'm gonna go and talk to Ruhn" Hunt nodded and offered you his hand and pulled you into him as he took to the sky "Please don't cry, whatever it is, we'll sort it out." He promised and you nodded weakly knowing that it couldn't be sorted out.

You crawled into bed, still wearing Ruhn's t-shirt and sent a text to Dec. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt or upset you, I love you. He replied almost instantly I love you too, just give me a few days. You let the tears fall then, sobs racking your body as you realised you'd lost Ruhn and maybe your brother in one fell swoop. Your phone buzzed again, it was Bryce I'm on my way, Ruhn told me what happened. Through your tears you text her back. You know where the spare key is.

It took 5 minutes for Bryce to arrive at your apartment, pull out a pair of cosy pyjamas for you both and another 5 for her to convince you to change into them and back into bed, she held you as you cried about Dec hating you, your feelings for her brother, about how Flynn was a narc, she'd laughed at that. "I had to get Hunt to break open his door" she said quietly "He'd trashed his room and was just sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands" you didn't want to think about him being sad, it hurt something deep inside you to know he was hurting. "He's getting married, Bryce, I didn't know." She sighed "He doesn't want to, it's just another move by our asshole father, I can tell you with absolute certainty that he'd give everything up to be with you if he could, but like you, he's scared of losing Dec." You shook your head "I'm just his best friend's little sister." She sighed again, "We both know that isn't true and hasn't been for a long time."

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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Yandere royal momo yaoyorozu x fem normal reader where the reader saved momo from thiefs (without knowing that momo was the princess since she wore a disguise)in the past and momo never saw a lady with a sword and arrows so she fell for her and stalked her and knew she was a bakers daughter and then she asked her father if the reader could be her personal guard but he said no cuz women cant be guards so when her parents died and she became the queen she asked (forced) the reader to marry her ( and if she didnt marry her she would murder her whole family and make them suffer in front of her until she say yes )

♡ The Queen ♡

(A/N: This was really fun to write!! I haven’t written for Momo in a while but I missed writing for her 😭😭 I hope you like, I think it’s really cute and I love royalty au 💖)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, royalty au, kidnapping, mostly just fluff

Summary: After unknowingly saving the queen of the kingdom, she becomes obsessed with you (Yan!Momo x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Momo had been in love with you for as long as she could remember. At least since the first time she saw you, when you two were both younger. Two years ago Momo, the princess soon to be queen of the kingdom, went into town just to see how things were. She was disguised so she was cornered by a couple thieves. Luckily for her, you happened to by near.

♡ Your father owned a small bakery in the kingdom. You had been working with him since you were a young child, you had also been trained with a sword since you were a child. The bakery wasn’t exactly in the best part of the kingdom so you often found yourself need self defense. So when you saw a woman around your age being cornered by some thieves you were quick to pull out your sword, threatening the thieves to stay away.

♡ Momo only thanked you before returning to the castle, completely star struck. You were so beautiful. You were selfless as well, trying to help her. You were so strong. You were so graceful. Of course, after such a chance encounter she wanted to know more about you.

♡ After ordering the guards to learn more about you, she only fell in love more. You were always helping with the bakery. Your family loved the bakery even if you didn’t get much money in it. She thinks though, if you were to just marry her, she’s sure she could help put your family. She wants you to be hers. She could help you, give you a better life.

♡ She knows you stay up late to help your family. She knows you give some of your little money to other families to help them. She knows you give free bread and sweets to the local children. She knows you help people in the community. Shoe knows you don’t go to bed until very late. She knows you’re tired. You need to be cared for too sometimes, and she can do that. She could coddle and care for you when you need it.

♡ So the moment she becomes queen, she’s ordering guards to go out and bring you to her. The moment guards turn up at the bakery, ordering you to come with them, you’re terrified. You think you’re being arrested and you’re terrified because you have no idea what you did wrong.

♡ The moment you arrive at the castle, Momo is just smiling so widely. You’re even more lovely than she remembers. Sadly, it doesn’t seem like you remember her. She loves seeing you again, but she also sees the bags underneath your eyes and she sees how tattered your clothes are.

♡ She will be able to give you a better life by her side.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere bnha #royalty au #yandere momo #Yandere!Momo #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere momo x reader #yandere yaoyorozu #yandere yaoyorozu x reader

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just-a-simple-sapphic · 2 years

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SGE Movie: Where is the character development? (spoilers obviously)

The following criticizes the characters, NOT the actors as they've done a wonderful job.

Sophie

Sophie's whole character is meant to be narcissistic and cruel but she hides it because she believes she's Good.

In the books, she chooses Agatha as her "good deed" because it's what princesses do. It's why she hangs around Agatha in the first place and tries to give her a makeover to make Agatha "not a witch" and planned to leave as soon as she did. She didn't mean to become friends with "the witch who lives in the graveyard. Basically Sophie pulled an "I can fix her" and then they grew closer and became friends. I mean c'mon this is the girl that donated beauty products to an orphanage so that they can "be beautiful like her".

In the movies, everything Sophie does is not inherently evil in any way. She smacks a dude in the head with a frying pan to save Agatha. She actually hears Agatha out and promises not to leave Gavaldon (even if she broke it, she was actually sorry). Sophie should have been selfish. Sophie would tell Agatha that she's worrying for nothing and that she's overreacting. She would leave anyway with a "flah-se-dah" on her way out.

Agatha

The movie only shows her as obsessed with Sophie and that she has low self esteem. That's it. That's her entire character in the movie. The whole point of Agatha (the character concept) was to show that you do not have to look beautiful to be beautiful.

Her character is supposed to be witty and sarcastic, but she's just very dismissive. She brushes off Dovey and doesn't listen to a word she says. She brushes off Tedros whenever he tries to talk to her. She refuses to believe that she belongs at the School for Good way past when she was supposed to.

The only people we see her actually listen to is Gregor and Sophie. Gregor because he was meant to be Agatha's "character development". Sophie because they're close friends.

Tedros

I'm just going to say it. Being blonde was his personality. He's a lot more calm and level-headed in the movie which I appreciate, but where is the child whose father's throne sits empty too early? That was Tedros' main struggle outside of the two protagonists. I get that the franchise is mainly about Sophie and Agatha but Tedros is a vital character in the series.

From any person's perspective (who has only watched the movie) they can only conclude that he is King Arthur's son and he's spoiled because he doesn't want someone who just bats their eyes at him.

Lesso

WHY did they give her Evelyn's ambitions and goals? It's not healthy.

They completely stripped her personality and gave her Evelyn's. Evelyn is the one in love with Rafal. Evelyn is the one who causes chaos for fun. Evelyn is the one who delivers Sophie to Rafal. Lesso was made a Reader because of this whole "in love with Rafal" thing. If Movie Lesso was supposed to be a placeholder for Evelyn Sader, why didn't they just add her in instead of swapping out her character?

Lady Lesso is supposed to be a mentor to Sophie, a maternal figure even, but we see NONE of that. Sophie would have had help transitioning and adjusting to being a Never and embracing her inner witch but nooooo make Lesso a Reader and in love with Rafal for d r a m a

Dovey

She's not a calm and passive old woman we've seen her as in the books which is great because now she has more depth to her character. She's so flighty and jolly to set an example for her students and is down to earth when she realizes that there is real hope for Good in Agatha. But why is she kind of a bitch sometimes? I get that she and Lesso are coworkers on opposite teams with occasional jabs at each other between speaking out, but it's not even the almost-playful kind. It's bitter.

Anemone

So glad we got more backstory for a side character at the expense of butchering the more important and present characters.

I actually do love that she's not passive and uptight like in the books, but I miss her eccentricity. She shows up in class wearing the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen but she wears enough confidence to make it work.

"Do I look like I give a shit about smiling" is my favorite

School Master/Rafal

One of the greatest mysteries of the books was the identity of the School Master. As great as it was that it was cleared up I really hated the execution. Why is Rafal showing himself to the students? His younger self, no less. He's actively looking for his "true love" and now even the students know. There's no more mystery and that's what made it so intriguing.

The Evergirls

Their behavior is so much worse than what it was in the books. In the movie, they weren't just vain vanity girls gossiping amongst themselves, they were outright bullies. They lock Agatha in her room and laugh as they walk away, Beatrix pushes Kiko away from the Wish Fish pond (kind of violently too), and Beatrix throws an insult to Agatha during Beautification when she tries to smile. I kind of expected them to be more like how Dovey is, flighty and smiling (albeit fake) and trying to act nice despite what's going on in their head.

Lack of Characters

August Sader is probably the character that most book readers notice is missing. No one knows why he's missing as he was one of the most significant characters in the series, even after his death. He's the one who guides Agatha through life in Book One. I personally think that August Sader was Agatha's anchor during her time in the School for Good. Outside of looking for Sophie and a way home, she saw him as an eccentric father figure. He was important to her, and he was important to the story. The reason why the School Master knew his true love was a Reader was because of August Sader's prophecy. Whatever happened to that?

Storyline and Plot

Okay what the fuck is "Blood Magic" and why is it a new thing? "Normal" magic, so to speak, is thought to be powerful enough with the right person. The only outside source of powerful magic was thought to be in spells and ancient artifacts.

The Circus of Talents was completely removed with no mention of it either. It was a groundbreaking event for both protagonists and several side characters. It's where Tedros asks Agatha to the Snow Ball (or I guess Evers' Ball eh) and where Agatha shows both schools the fate of failed students. It's where Witch Sophie makes her grand entrance and declares Agatha her nemesis. So WHY is this scene, one of the most significant, not part of the movie?

The Trial by Tale was completely butchered. Only Sophie and Tedros enter the Blue Forest for a "trial of true love". Of course Agatha is there too but where is the battle royale the Trial by Tale is supposed to be?

I thought the books were meant to be a blueprint, but that could also just be me and my expectations. But they're adding unnecessary things and removing the more important ones so the movie is just really confusing and vague especially to someone who has never read the books. Fuck, even the ones who have read the books are confused.

If their issue was time, it would have been better accepted by the community as a series.

#sge movie #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #lady lesso #leonora lesso #clarissa dovey #sophie of woods beyond #agatha of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #rafal mistral #emma anemone #beware of swear words #beatrix of jaunt jolie #kiko of neverland #august sader #evelyn sader #this post is really just a pack of salt #im that salty

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prpfs · 4 months

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🗡 hi! 30f who posted this plot months ago and then got shadowbanned and missed out connecting with all the cool people who liked the ad! so here’s to trying again going into 2024 still craving 21+ writers for a half-formed fantasy plot that's dug its hooks inside my brain and will not let me rest. someone please make my angsty m// prince x mercenary/knight dreams come true

>> there's a war going on, it has been for some time. it's pretty brutal, but may be finally coming to an end because the the prince is being married off to the warring kingdom's princess. only catch is he needs to be escorted across a war-torn country in order to attend the wedding. enter the knight/mercenary, someone who has seen the true realities of war and is either hired by the kingdom or otherwise oathbound to ferry the prince across the land unscathed. >>it might be a pretty standard transaction BUT! the prince happens to be a pampered, thrill seeking, golden retriever-type, booksmart disaster. he's an incorrigible flirt, confident, overzealous, has never had to care about the conflict the realm is embroiled in or had much regard for his own life. (he's also a soft top ahem)

>>the knight/mercenary on the other hand is a little older, a little more reserved, has seen the true realities of this war and just how bad it can get.

>>angst ensues as they travel together and ~FEELINGS arise. the prince sees the realities of war and becomes more empathetic, perhaps even protective of his protector. the knight/mercenary feels more and more conflicted about bringing the prince to his new bride. conflict, drama, hurt/comfort, trauma, soft moments of respite in between. >>(bonus points if the warring kingdom is planning to betray them when they get there.)

i would prefer to play the role of the prince if possible because i have a character in mind. he is my idiot son. so, you are totally free to take the knight/mercenary in any direction you want--his reasoning for taking (or being forced into) the job, his backstory, his part in the war, etc. BUT i'm also totally happy to switch it up as well and could easily be talked into it so just let me know. i prefer to roleply over discord or gmail or gdocs. i consider myself lit/adv, depending on the scene i'm good for 300-800 words per reply. i’m a super enthusiastic partner who will scream and collab with you, let's world build to our heart's content, make playlists, share headcanons! wanna add magic into this world? dragons? let's go for it! we're here to have fun and get WILD. i just want to obsess over our ocs and go a little crazy c: like this and i'll reach out!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #m/m #dead dove #21+ rp

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waterfall-ambience · 6 months

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assorted strawberry shortcake headcanons where i imagine them as chronically online, gen z ish young adults, but the information i'm drawing on is from the wiki, my mother's interpretations of the characters, and my vague recollection of the cartoons and playing with my mother's dolls

strawberry shortcake runs a baking-focused social media account and is the proud owner of several dozen pinterest boards with an ungodly amount of pins. she crochets her own clothes and liked the lirika matoshi strawberry dress before it was cool (she cannot afford it and would not have a good opportunity to wear it, but she dreams nevertheless). she plays minecraft with all the mizuno 16 packs. actually goes outside.

blueberry muffin is a book smart 'honors student' type, and is well-versed in classic literature. she also stays up way too late on ao3. she got onto the internet when she was way too young and was the type to very innocently warn her friends not to search up whatever horrors she saw (only for them to search up the horrors). she's spent way too much money on gacha games, but she tends to her garden to 'touch grass' and balance that out. she also thinks about stealing her neighbour's fruit, but don't tell anyone about that.

orange blossom got into art because she was super obsessed with minecraft animations as a kid and learned how to draw in the hopes of becoming an animator one day. she holds very strong opinions about bevelled minecraft character rigs, and is mildly tired of people irl constantly referring to her art as 'anime'. she travelled around europe in her early childhood but remembers absolutely nothing of it (this makes her so sad. she wants to go back one day to appreciate the art museums and architecture). she taught strawberry how to crochet and is a huge fan of sustainable fashion. she dabbles in pottery.

angel cake comes across as a rather straight-laced and sensible young lady- she sleeps at a reasonable time, does yoga, balances her duties and social life, stays hydrated, and performs well academically (she likes math). however she is hopelessly addicted to online drama. she doesn't necessarily participate unless she's feeling particularly spicy, and while her heart is in the right place, she is often overcome with the very human desire to Dunk. she follows the conversation intensely and knows all the who-did-whats and who-you-should-avoids.

plum puddin is genderfluid (she/they/he) and a biochem/genetics/microbio stem girlie. she's mildly snarky and 100% down to play the part of the mad scientist with wildly flexible morals. she likes to dance and watch video essays about queer sociology and feminist theory. they're online friends with tn honey but when they talk about her irl they refer to her as their 'overseas colleague'. they taught blueberry how pirate stuff off the internet when they were younger and she used that power to make anime amvs. he could probably stand to pop a multivitamin.

lemon meringue is a mildly successful fashion blogger who uses her platform for political activism- queer rights, climate justice, decolonisation, etc. most of her clothes are thrifted or handmade and she is disgusted at quite a few of her private school peers who buy things from shein. she's dating her childhood friend raspberry torte and has the privilege of being passenger princess when she misses her train.

rapid fire headcanons go: lime chiffon is plays a lot of video games and is addicted to monster energy drinks. she's an absolute beast at rhythm games like taiko no tatsujin, project sekai, and ddr, as well as claw machines. between lemon and raspberry, lemon is more outwardly sweet and raspberry is a can come across as a little unfriendly at times, but lemon is the one who holds grudges while raspberry is more forgiving. huckleberry pie is trans and did taekwondo alongside raspberry and strawberry for a couple years. apple dumplin is in elementary school and is a big fan of a series of unfortunate events (blueberry is so proud), but has only read the ones the library had available. purple pieman and sour grapes bully eight year olds in minecraft in their spare time.

#strawberry shortcake #well this is quite different from my usual stuff haha #the specific bits that came from my mom (either from headcanon or lore): blueberry being into gardening and orange travelling to europe #also blueberry is asian because she said so (we're asian)

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bytedykes · 11 months

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wip game!

tagged by @princess-of-purple-prose <33 ty for tagging me! :D

Rules: in a new post w/ rules attached, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post.

my five most recently edited docs are:

5 times vash needed some SUN

fabiniku…………… dies

edgeworth and his phoenix obsession acting insane

mfw my boyfriend ive been dating for 6 months thought we were just boy best friends (he is dumb and i love him)

edgeworth has to plan for phoenix not to swallow the proposal ring

i like to name my docs with at least a vague summary/idea of what im actually writing so i dont get confused looking thru my files so ummm. yeag. #2 is the only one that isn't actually a real fic idea and just a doc for fabiniku related snippets lol

would absolutely LOVE to share something from #1 because the fic is hilarious to me but unfortunately i only have a few lines written. so from #5 which is a proposal crackfic and exactly what is says on the tin:

On the third sheet, he forgoes proposal planning and dedicates a few lines to comparing the visual appeal of Miles Wright-Edgeworth and Miles Edgeworth-Wright. Then he remembers that they had already decided they wouldn’t hyphenate, seeing as they work in the same field and it would most likely become confusing or inconvenient or both, and crumples the paper with a sigh.

He misses the wastebasket again.

I am a failure and Phoenix Wright is never going to marry me, briefly runs through his head, before he remembers that Phoenix is also a massive loser and they complete each other. Perfect. I am a failure and Phoenix Wright is obsessed with me and he will say yes and we will get married, he thinks. After so many years, this therapy shit is easy.

tagging @bi-demon-ium and @kar-krashew and idk who else to tag so if anyone wants to do this u can say i tagged u :) <3 once again TY FOR TAGGING ME !!! this was fun

#edited the rules a little bit bc i dont want this turning into a chain even accidentally<3 #tag game #wip #misc

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roseamongroses · 1 year

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fantasy! shuriri ideas? (mostly using movie characterizations since i havent had the chance to brush up on lore bc finahells )

riri learning being a self taught blacksmith and creating her own armour after being rejected from magic/knight training '

but in doing so unlocks magic that was long since thought to be locked away so everyone and their mama is goin after her cause how did u do that???

coincidentally enough a traveling princess from a far nation encounters them and decides to join their travels as a way to better understand themselves and their place in the world after the death of their loved ones

shuri doesn't believe in magic or at least doesn't believe in doing it the traditional way. so she becomes obsessed with learning more about riri's invention and finding other ways to progress magic/technology combos

in the process she does build a better appreciation for her cultures traditions but she's stubborn and wont admit to that right away

side plot where okoye and the rest are trying to find shuri cause they love and miss her and also someone is def trying to kill her. ( but shuri always casually ends up getting around it bc of hijinks and her loved ones interfering in the background)

everything is modern but in a ella enchanted type way instead of 100% traditional fantasy but there is def beef between the traditionals and the hightechs

the big bad ends up forcing shuri to ultimately take on the black panther mantle but the aftermath isnt all roses and sunshine since it does change her physically, mentally, and spiritually. funnily enough leaving her more suceptible to big bads influence

perhaps that would cause conflict between the two??? shuri had been ignoring her grief up until this point, but now she CANT and its causing her to spiral. riri herself is going thru shit too since shes still fighting to be seen and the person who was there for it all is treating her differently (plus its bringing up her own issues regarding loss)

shuri sees herself as fundamentally Different now and stubborn girl doesnt realize that relationships can change and still hold love

maybe riri goes off to handle something by herself/ prove herself and ends up getting caught up in namors mess (hes not the big bad hes just a menace tbh)

so when shuri finally wakes up from her fog and realizes riri's gone she resolves to fix it and goes off as well. she has some back and forths with namor and sees herself, her rage and everything. but at the end of the story/ fight she realizes that ye they share anger, but they also share love. and the people they love? need their help and she wont give up on them after everything

meanwhile with riri in the prisons: she's got beef with everyone at first but over time they start coming to her to fix little stuff here and there. she eventually starts innovating for her captors (namor dont know yet) and comes across a breakthrough that rlly helps the people there. all of which reminds her of her own worth and why she does what she does

namor doesnt rlly apologize for the kidnapping/almost murder thing but he does let them go and allows for future diplomatic trips (hes jelly cause the kids rlly like their new aunties and their cool magic suits)

(btw their magic system is diff then the others and is just as complex. the innovation comes from combining knowledge and is more mutual then one sided)

still haven't decided if mommy panther is alive yet but if she they get the sappiest scene once shuri finally does go back home to visit

ill write more ideas later cause i rlly do need to do research

#shuriri #shuri x riri #mcu #wakanda forever #fanfiction #head canons

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stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland · 2 years

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Camila (c) x Cosmopolitan Spain (CE)

CE: Have you called a "boy" by the name of another in a discussion?

C: I have never called a boy by the name of another in a discussion, no. When I fall in love with "someone" I am very focused on that person. I mean, I fall very hard for a single person

CE: Have you ever taken advantage of your fame to get a table in a restaurant?

C: I have definitely used my name, or whatever a table in a restaurant. And I am not ashamed of that. I have done what I had to do

CE: Confesses your favorite curse in Spanish

C: When I am with my family, I do not say bad words, but one of my favorite words is "I shit in milk", Mamagueva "Motherfucker" "son of a bitch" i like they are of a bitch to lot. It feels good to say it, it has meaning

I shit on milk is a curse from Spain. Mamagueva is a curse from Venezuela.

CE: Have you ever refused to take a picture with someone?

C: Yes, when I'm not working. For example, when I am with my family or friends, or when I am trying to have a quiet day, I tell people: hey, I am trying to maintain a low profile today. I greet you and whatever. But I try not to take pictures because it attracts attention and for me it is very important to try to live a very normal life for my mental health

CE: Confesses something that you are currently obsessed with

C: Something with which I am obsessed right now is with the series "Girls" on HBO. When I like a television show it is like a disease and becomes my life

CE: Your favorite song in Spanish

C: The C Tangana album, "the Madrileño." The song "Change." I like "When I will forget" I like "ungovernable" And Bad Bunny's album "A summer without you"

CE: A mania before concerts

C: I am like a "gum in the shoe" of the dancers. I am always following them because they give me a lot of that energy, of the hype that I need before the concerts. So, when they are changing or are doing anything I am always hey, hey knocking the door: do they want to do something guys?

CE: What is the last lie you have told?

C: Honestly, I try not to lie. But the last lie was yesterday. I was in a session with my vocal teacher and I don't know, it is a very random lie because it was completely unnecessary. But we were doing a vocal thing and I wanted to hear a new song that I have been working on someone sent me so I told my teacher that I had to hang because he had to go to the bathroom to pee.

CE: Are you the one who asks the horoscopes on the first date?

C: I think so. I don't have much knowledge of horoscopes like some people I know. Some people ask what your ascending is, what is your sun, what is your … whatever. You are Pisces, you are whatever. Sometimes if someone for example is a Pisces like me, I feel that I know them more. (Folks, she knows me jajaja)

CE: Who is the last person you started to follow on Instagram?

C: No, I follow people without thinking much. Because, if I get tired of their content, I just leave them in Mute. I have many people in "Mute" and never find out. It is my little secret.

CE: What is the dance step that gets best out?

C: I have different steps; I think the Wine step is the one that comes best to me because I have practiced a lot. And I intend to improve my twerking, I have to receive Anitta classes.

CE: Apart from Cinderella, what princess would you like to interpret?

C: We need a Latin princess. I hope you write one and I will be in a row auditioning

CE: The emoji you use the most

Ok folks this is all I have. I missed the Harry Styles question. Camila said she wanted to marry him and I missed the question about the music she regrets to make. For obvious reasons she talked about songs and mentioned Roger, and we all know how that works. The interview was funny but we also know she had to lie a lot in it too

#camila cabello #cosmopolitan españa

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tealincubusspeckles · 1 year

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Can u write a story about james?

@sapphire-15

First, thank you for sending me a request! Although I am not sure what type of story you are asking for James to star in. Second, I prefer writing snippets to full-blown stories since I get lazy. Third, please note that my blog is more centered on empathizing with the characters of Seduce Me rather than focusing on its story. Fourth, I am not the biggest fan of James since he makes me uneasy. Why? He tells Erik to kiss Mika instead of proving the effects of their powers himself. When Erik probably has emotional pain related to being considered the playboy of the group and James would probably know this based on rumors floating around the castle. Is he not confident in his own skills? Did he not want to put himself in danger in case Mika was a being who could hurt them? Was Erik’s magic abilities stronger than the rest? It is possible that James was so deep into his studies he truly did not care about rumors of his brothers, and/ or he never truly got a chance to hang around his brothers until they bothered him and got him in trouble for playing. Fifth, I did not want to say no to this request because I know the fandom is hungry for content. Sixth, Did James know the mansion and Mika were protected by magic in Seduce Me 1? My theory is that he did not only Damien and Matthew did. Damien probably knew from Harold and Matthew seems like the type to search around a new environment testing his limits. I apologize for the long time and spelling or grammar errors.

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STORY ABOUT JAMES

So, I hear you want me to tell a story about James. Well, how does one tell a story about someone else? For starters, I can question family and observe the man as much as I like. But, what about James does one want to write about? I am here to tell you the story of falling for James. As anyone with a crush would know falling for someone is thrilling and nerve-racking at the same time. Honestly, I could not even think of comparing it to anything else. When I crush on someone, I crush on them hard. I can become obsessed and want to know as much about them as possible. I want to know the places, people, and things they like. I want to know who they hang around with the most. I want to be close enough to see them but far enough to run away. I dream of holding them in my arms to cuddle up against their chest and hide in the warmth of their arms. Hell, maybe even sniff them… for science. Did you know the nose can remember 50,000 different scents? Not interested? OKaaay! Let’s go with the testimonies!

“What is there to know about James? Almost everyone back at the castle would tell you he is perfect. Flawless even! Lucky in almost every way! That hasn’t changed even though we are here. There has never been a fight or being he has not won over. So long as he knows the rules of course. James loves rules and structures. Nearly drove himself insane by trying to read all the books in a local library when we first visited, Princess! Truly admirable. Or maybe ridiculous. Depends on how much you value a book over food.” Erik said.

“You want me to tell you about, James? Like what? …Anything? Uh He reads. Well! If you know that then why ask?... How is he with what, sex? How should I know? Ow! HEY! You said ANYTHING!... Alright, alright no need to get violent! Damn! James is the eldest and mostly likely first for the throne. The four of us were basically replacements if James failed. Never seen him much except when he was telling me off for fighting. But gives good advice, even if you don’t ask… Close? I guess? I mean I would fight to the death for any of my brothers… The five us would only hang out if we caught James reading outside of libraries. But even then, seeing him was not as often as I get to see him now. Not to say I miss his presence or anything! IT’S JUST NICE TO SEE HIM RELAXED! I mean! FUCK IT! Go ask him yourself, Doofus!” Sam said.

“About James? Well, he is smart, but not the smartest person alive. I doubt anyone is that smart or not as smart as they claim to be. I respect him though since he has book knowledge down pat. You should see him when he starts reading contradicting articles and books! It drives him up the walls and I have seen him attempt to write his research paper. Until he realized that he would probably have to attend university first before his work could be acknowledged. Funds were running low so that dampened his mood for about a week. I challenged Sam to stop a car with his bare hands. Good times. Listen, I’m not mean to Sam! He’s mean to me!... Ok, ok, James. Right. Oh! His glasses endlessly respawn on his face even if you remove them! Yeah! They do trust me! I know you have seen him take it off but that’s because his glamour produces new glasses if anyone besides James tries to remove them. How do I know? Fishing pole. That’s all I am going to tell you. Wait. Do you smell that? Oh, snap! My perogies!” Matthew said.

“James is smart, kind, talented, and quickly learns just about anything. Except probably the concept of fun. James did not play with the rest of us to often. It got him in trouble. Sometimes he had bruises although no one would know. James was good with magic enough to hide them if need be. I mean all of us where to a degree. But James was the one with the most access to energy due to his status. However, like the rest of us I think he often used sweet flowers when he could! Sweet flowers? Um they are um flowers that give us a bit of energy instead uh of taking it from another being. No, they do not grow here in the human world. You can ask James to draw it for you if you like. Although I think Erik or Matthew are better with arts than James is. I mean James is good at drawing but drawing stress him out. James usually feels better after writing, reading, or doing an activity. I think he likes tending to the garden since he gets to put his book knowledge to practice. I agree a puzzle or dollhouse kit would be a great gift for James... If I could find a way to stop mind reading I would. I just think that James would enjoying reading and building things. I don’t think those things are as useless as you think they are. They hold memories, don’t they? Ask him.” Damien said.

Hair as black as ink styled with a side part. Face seemingly distracted by the thoughts in his mind to care he is making his wrinkles permanent or even smoothed down to reveal nothing. Amber eyes like whiskey focused on the task at hand, challenging someone to be defiant, or simply acknowledging someone’s presence. Gold frames catching the light in just the right way to highlight him but not enough take away from the scene around him. Pants pressed to the point anyone would feel like they are wearing a trash bag full of wrinkles. Business style shoes with shoelaces to push home the fact you probably prefer slippers, crocs, or sneakers every day. The flash of his gold watch to remind you that time is flying by as your eye never strays him. The collar of his shirt held closed together by his tie not tight enough to choke him, but enough to make you wonder why a guy who looks like he came from a business meeting is hanging around at home. The tone of aggravation anytime Erik, Sam, or Matthew do not act like civilized beings raised like princes. The gentle touch he was trained to have so as not to offend anyone, but firm enough to let you know he is already taking the lead to an interaction. The words simple to understand with easy interpretative meaning so as no one can misuse what he said.

How about personal effects and living space. James shares a bathroom with his brothers and his stuff is hidden away neatly in the corner of the bathroom like in a hotel. The towels are folded neatly under a bar of soap, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, shampoo, and conditioner. Heading toward the bedroom shared with Erik. James’s half of the room is neat. Almost as if he was never there, the only indication is the book on the desk and the way the bed was made. Did he learn how to make a bed in the military? A single book on the table. No bookmarks or dog ears were noted in the book. Only if you ask him does he tell you the exact page, line, and word he stopped on. Impressive. With permission to open drawers, one can find all James’s items stored in such a way that everything is easily recognizable and grabbable. However, he does not have an organizer for these items and just sorts “depending on material and subject matter”. His clothes look somewhat like one another as they all are business casual white button-up shirts, jeans, dress pants, gray sweaters, and gray blazers. The drawers are immaculate and feel like an in-a-store display instead of in a house. When asked about his favorite places in the house he suggests the library and the garden. In the library, one can find a few books lying about near reading spots such as the table beside the chair with the lamp. There is a book resting against the wall under the window. When asked, James states he often chases the last of the sunlight to read by the window, and having the book there is easier to access than having to walk back and forth from the shelf. The shelf has a few books lying on their spines to make a note of the space from which the original books were taken.

The amount of discipline he forces himself to follow that makes others revere him can either make the best first impression or give off an air of coldness. The pedestal that others put him on which force him to keep up the appearance of knowing what the heck is always going on. Let’s face it there are few people who are truly prepared for the unexpected. Life is about how well you can adjust and adapt to events. As Erik once said James is just Lucky. Lucky that no one will see his flaws because of his appearance of perfection. Lucky because everyone seems to hand you things if you look like you have your life together. But is someone truly lucky, if all an outsider sees is how you are outside? If outsiders never take the time to know you, never offer to help, never say it’s ok to take a break, and never check in with you because they cannot to see you as an equal? Since the world will fall apart if a person who is perfect is not so perfect at all.

Easily considered the golden goose of his siblings, James is known as the prodigy child of the Demon Lord. Sitting at the right hand of the throne, James has seen many of his father’s decisions declared firsthand. One can even infer that early on in his life, James knew his father would not give up the throne easily. After all why would a prideful man after power, ever consider letting go of that power freely to a being that would eventually become a rival? When you train someone to rule, you often tell them not to obey because they need to be firm with their choices. There is a human saying knowledge is power and James was often reading. Meaning James had the ability to spot inconsistencies with how his father ruled but he probably learned to keep his mouth shut just to keep his head on his shoulders. But James was loyal to the father’s cause and knew no other way of life than to rule. So, he seems perfect because he was told to be and learned to be.

Many could say he was a soldier following the beat of someone else’s drum and told to give himself up for a cause that claimed to be for the “greater good”. The “greater good” of uniting every demon under one banner, one ruler, and one unified power that not even heaven or hell could stop. Without different allegiances, in theory, everyone would stop fighting with each other and instead should be focused on the goal. A goal that even James knew was ridiculous. The demons did not want to be led, threatened, mistreated, unheard, or worse killed for just trying to live their lives! Why would demons ever try to fight the other two know powerhouses of the world? James did not even live long enough to study the different worlds because he was forced to study all types of demon law and customs. With so much studying James could barely have a social life except for his brothers! However, even with limited friends James still stood confident in his ability to win others over. Even if most of them he won over were just trying to get with him superficially because of his position. This means that James knows how to treat others equally at least to keep up good relations with people so he can seem charming.

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Youngblood Resolution

From the first moment, they met Mika fell in love with James’s smooth voice and gorgeous features. He noticed her pain, and in that instant, she felt acknowledged for the first time. Unlike most adults in her life, James questioned Mika’s conduct and put her in for a split second in the spotlight. A spotlight that she could not run from because she had accepted his arm to walk her to the chair at the head of the table. Thinking back, the only reason she admitted a bit of her truth to the whiskey-eyed stranger was that she wanted to keep him by her side. She was interested in what the tall, good-looking, and put-together adult would say. Would he judge her just as other adults did and force his advice into her hands? No, James’s voice of honey soothed her concern with a concise observation. His voice was her reward and offered her comfort just as her grandfather’s words had healed her soul many times before. This interaction easily overwrote her initial fear of the brothers as she now felt closer to James. James felt like the leader, he was respectful, and surely staying by his side meant she had nothing to fear from the rest. In her mind, she wanted to spend more time with James because he paid attention to her, listened to her, and was nice to her without being vulgar. Mika held onto the hope that one day James would return her affection and they would get married. She knew that thinking about marriage when only knowing him for about a day was quick. But that is how fast she crushed on people, and she knew there was nothing wrong with having hope.

The evening James saved her from Malix, Mika couldn’t sleep and decided to write in her journal. Her entry was a secret love letter that expressed her unsaid adoration and thanks for James coming into her life. She had been so engrossed in her writing that she jumped nearly six feet when she heard someone clearing their throat. Standing to her side and peering into her journal was a beautiful woman with piercing red eyes, chestnut hair, and a well-endowed figure. Mika’s scream was caught in her throat, but she simply hugged her journal close to her chest before she spoke.

“Don’t look! No wait! Who are you!?” Mika shouted

The woman crossed her arms before addressing the human.

“I have no business with you. But I do have business with the man you are writing about. If you hand him and his brothers over to me, I will get out of your hair. I can even go as far as making you forget I ever came here.” The woman said.

“How did you- No! I don’t have to tell you anything! You broke into my house!” Mika said

“I didn’t break anything, human. I’m a demon. I’m just here to offer a way to make your life normal again.” The other said

“Normal?! I don’t want to go back to how things were! I won’t let things go back!” Mika said getting out of bed and getting within arm’s reach of the woman as she spoke “You don’t know what it was like! I don’t want that to be normal!”

“Oh? Child, you don’t have any powers to keep his attention for long. You are just one human out of many. Or are you so delusional from your horrid past that you believe he’ll say he loves you?” The woman asked

“You, know nothing about my life and I won’t let you have them,” Mika said

“Go on and convince yourself. With your looks, he’ll get bored of the novelty of human hearts soon. I won’t even have to lift a finger.” The woman said

“SHUT UP!” Mika lunged and attempted to hit the other woman, but her fist was blocked and caught in the hand of the other.

The woman then easily pulled Mika close into a firm embrace where Mika could feel the other’s breath on her face. The hold was awkward since one arm was held over her head and the other was trapped between her own and the woman’s warm chest. Then the woman’s grip tightened to the point it almost hurt Mika’s wrist and back. How was that even possible?

“Hit a nerve, did I? If you are so keen on that man. Then you should learn to control this temper of yours, dear. It’s unbecoming of a lady going after the first prince.” The woman said

In response, Mika spit at the woman and glared at the other’s eyes in defiance. It took a woman a split second to recover from the shock and soon Mika watched the other’s eyes turn an even brighter red. The next moment Mika felt an intense pressure in her head, her tongue felt heavy and there felt as if something was squeezing around her throat.

“You see, little one, I was simply trying to save you from heartache. But there is no one here to stop me from getting rid of you.” The woman said as the pain over Mika worsened. For a split second, Mika thought she was going to pass out. As sudden as it came the pain whisked away to allow her to breathe, but Mika's voice was still trapped “Now I can’t have you calling him and ruining your punishment, can I? You need to understand you never had the upper hand here and never will. You are a weak link, a bargaining piece, and a second-rate witch at best. You are so obsessed with that man but there is nothing stopping you from achieving things greater than he can!” Diana pushed Mika back into her bed with ease and magic. “You aren’t even worth explaining anything to. When we meet again you will call me Diana, human”

Mika could not move her body from the sitting position and was forced to watch Diana disappear into a portal. Even when Diana left, Mika’s body refused to move which left her the choice to sit in silence or fall asleep sitting up. She was just happy that when she awoke the next day the effects of the spell wore off. After a quick visit to the bathroom and a change of clothes, Mika told the boys about Diana. Mika straight out asked them if she would be targeted simply because she offered to house them. The boys were quiet for a few moments before Sam said Mika did not have to worry about Diana as they would all do their best to protect her. At the time Mika was not comforted by Sam’s response and voiced her concerns to them again. In response, James stood up and walked over to her saying

“Your focus should be on school. Leave Diana to me and my brothers. You know I will come to protect you whenever you call for me. Just trust my promise to you, Mika.” James said

After James spoke, he gently caressed her face and asked for a kiss. The action was simple but enough to calm Mika’s worries and she easily accepted the kiss. To Mika, James had been the only adult aside from her grandfather to stay true to his word. James put down Malix for her and always seemed ready to give her or his four brothers guidance.

The school day went by uneventfully, but Mika’s friends commented a couple of times that Mika seemed tense. Mika easily attributed her tense demeanor to Lisette’s almost friendly truce-seeking attitude. It was true that Lisette never treated Mika nicely in front of the popular pose, but Lisette never went out of her way to make amends with Mika before. Lisette usually treated Mika with indifference however it seemed that Mika was the only one to acknowledge this shift. Or maybe there were more sides to Lisette that Mika never got to see? Or was it that eye-catching purple pencil that had something to do with it? Mika did not entertain her suspicions too much just in case Lisette tried something funny later. Although Mika’s fears never came to true as she was soon back in the company of James and his brothers.

That same night a fit of restlessness called Mika out of bed to catch Diana trying to convince James to go to the Plains. Also, it was the night that Mika heard James declare his love for her and refuse Diana’s offer. Mika felt a surge of pride for herself, possessiveness for James, and anger towards Diana that caused her to burst in to interrupt the two just to tell Diana off. Before Mika could even blink or get to James’s side, Diana stole a kiss from James and disappeared! Mika was still fuming but James’s unsteady grip on her shoulder caught her attention. Mika quickly became worried, but James turned the focus back to Mika asking if she was ok. To Mika, the fact he cared more about her than himself made her feel at ease and reminded her how much she adored him. This thought gave her the courage to admit her feelings for the eldest incubus. In return, James told Mika that he loved her, and his touch sought her in a way no one had ever done before. Elation and feelings easily carried Mika away as she reciprocated James’s touch. That night the two joined as one seeking comfort and reward in each other as they held on to the hope that the worse was behind them. Then the next night, as if stepping out of Mika’s dreams, James proposed to her and sealed their fate together.

One would believe that marriage ensures a fairytale ending, but is that ever truly the case? Diana’s words never left Mika’s mind and it often caused her possessiveness to come up at any time. There were times James missed Mika’s cues but luckily Mika was quick to give in to James and admit what was bothering her. Meaning James always took the role of a comforter who allowed Mika to indulge in whatever she wanted at any time. Meanwhile, Mika would silently question James’s loyalty and focused on spending as much time with James as she could. When they were home or outside together Mika could be seen clinging onto James’s arm or holding his hand. When apart Mika would often text James questions about schoolwork, tips on cooking, and ideas for dates that she wanted. If James did not respond quickly Mika would end up telling the plans to Damien or Matthew before texting the idea to James again. Mika did such things because in the back of her mind she worried that Diana would come back for James or that some other woman might try to take James from her. It was only when James was in her sight, in her arms, and doting on her that she felt loved and that he loved her in return. What she had kind of forgotten was that the brothers were still her roommates and often kept tabs on the two. After a few months of watching the couple, the brothers took Mika out. They sat her down for a talk and pointed out how she could be seen as controlling. Thus Mika was offended and immediately became defensive. Until Sam spoke up saying:

“You act like you never had legs before! You use him like a crutch whenever you are around him! Maybe it’s because you are young, and this experience is new for you. But never forget what we are, Mika! Did it ever occur to you that once James found out you were Harold fricking Anderson’s granddaughter that he would have a foot in the door to gaining a different kind of crown? James was trained to be king!”

Mika was shocked into silence and when she looked at the other brothers for comfort none of them met her eye. Mika took a few deep breaths to stifle her emotions as she took some money and blocked out the words Matthew and Erik were trying to offer. After she placed the money for her meal on the table, she did her best to speedwalk and not run out of the door. Mika was hurt because each word Sam spoke was like a bucket of cold water over her head. The sheer audacity of the boys after she offered her house to them! How dare Sam implies that she was just using James and that James was using her! That could not be true! She was not that selfish of a person! James even said he loved her to Diana! Mika did not force James to say that, and she did not force him to stay! James was his own person and she just wanted to be with him. Was that so wrong!

Does he truly want to be with you?

Did you ever ask him what he wanted?

Are not always wanting him to act perfect while you act like a baby?

“Shut up…” Mika whispered to herself as she wiped her tears.

Why did the voice in her head have to be so cruel? She was trying her best every day she just got lazy, but she knew she could do it if she put her mind to it. James seemed to want control and she thought being submissive was what he wanted. But has she ever really asked James? Did he only indulge her just because she was the closest person nearby? Mika felt her voice shake as the possibility that James had simply been using her started to fester in her mind. There was no way, right? No, she had to call him. She needed to… Mika’s hand shook when James’s voicemail box picked up. She was alone and no one was on her side in this. Mika felt a surge of panic rise within her as she quickly covered her ears and started to hum to herself. She forced herself to focus on her own humming and even shut her eyes as if her actions could shut off her thoughts. Although she wanted to block her thoughts the remnants of them still affected her and her heart still hurt. It took her awhile to somewhat recover as she let a few stray tears go, however when she got up she did not stop humming. In fact Mika hummed herself almost all the way home as she told herself to focus on the sound. She did notice a few stares and would lower her humming, but Mika did not want to stop humming. Mika felt she needed to continue humming or else she’ll have a mental break down in public! The rest of the way home seemed like a blur as she tried to suppress her thoughts.

Eventually, Mika approached the mansion’s door and shivered as if her mind’s chill escaped into reality. As she gently closed and then locked the mansion door, Mika glanced around taking note as to how much the mansion has changed because of THEM. The game system was set up in the living room for the group to play games. In the same living room was gaudy exercise equipment because of Sam. There were a few simple books tucked away in different areas of the house because of Damien. There were new curtains and an open songbook on the piano because of Erik. There were many different dishes, cutting boards, and knives drying in the dish rack because of Matthew. There were new flowers and vases around the house because of James.

Had all the brothers been playing with her feelings this whole time as Sam implied? Was he jealous of James? Did Sam feel sorry for his brother being tied down to a human? Was Damien even her friend, she basically told him everything! But he had always been soft-spoken, hadn’t he? She should not blame him, probably. Not even the suave, silver-tongued, pretty boy stepped up to stop his brother. Then again, they had never been close since she made it clear that he creeped her out. Matthew was just someone fun to be around and his insults for others always took Mika a while to understand. Maybe Matthew had told her off in the past, but she never had her mind focused on him? That was possible. James could have told her and been honest if he was having a problem with her. Then again she did rely on James too much. But I mean she never had much guidance growing up and he was willing to give her guidance! It’s not like she was saying that James was her dad, right? I mean she did call him daddy sometimes, but the context is different! She calls him that because the title is sexy. Look it’s not like they are related, or she is asking him to baby her! She just asks that he protect her, provide for her, and discipline her if she does wrong. I mean it’s not like he is raising her! She is 18 and he is just 5 years older than her.

As Mika brushed her thumb against the flowers, she scoffed at herself “…I would usually get upset if he said anything.”

That was the truth she was pretty much defensive over every little thing, and she was headstrong. Meaning it was possible that James saw her as someone hard to talk to. Thinking about it, Mika never knew anything about the boy’s past because she never asked. So, she did not know how many places they have called home, but it was clear looking around the mansion that her home has equally become their home. Mika forced out a big sigh and went to sit on the living room couch thinking over her questions. She knew she had to ask the boys or at least James directly but what was she going to say? Mika's thoughts started creating mock scenarios of her ideal outcome and the worst possible outcomes. She went as far as writing some of her questions on a notepad to ask James later. When Mika could not take the swirling thoughts, she decided to listen to ASMR videos on her phone and focused on her breathing. It was a habit she forced herself to do when she was stressed out, her mother had called it internalizing. The noises and emptiness of the house eventually lulled Mika into a nap.

“Love?... Wake up, please. It’s cold downstairs. The blankets are much warmer.” James said

His voice was gentle as if nothing was wrong. Maybe his brothers did not say anything? Did his brothers come home? Mika stirred and sat up looking over to James who stood nearby where she had laid down.

“Did your brothers come back home?” Mika asked

“No. They said not to wait up for them either because they are going to find accommodations for tonight.” James said

“Oh… I hope they stay safe” Mika said

“Erik and Sam are with them. I trust those two will watch after the younger ones. Shall we get you to bed?” James asked

“…Yeah” Mika looked down at her hands for a moment then spoke up “Actually can we talk?”

James looked surprised for moment but took a seat next to Mika “Is something on your mind?”

“Um. I know this going to sound stupid… But do you love me?” Mika asks

“Of course, I do… Mika is something wrong?”

Mika looks to James’s expression, and he seems to look worried. But Mika could not hold back all her concerns “Are you saying that just because you got comfortable feeding off me? Aren’t you just keeping me wrapped around your finger because you can?”

James’s seemed to search her face before speaking but his expression became unreadable “…Is that what you think I am doing, Mika?”

“No… I don’t know. James answer me, please!” Mika pleads and holds onto James’s hands

James was silent for a moment “The only thing I have ever wanted, Mika, was my brother’s happiness. I want them safe, sheltered, fed, and out of trouble. So, I made myself open for you not because I wanted you but because I needed you to trust us and not be scared. Right now, I can tell you are stressed and from books, I know that loving someone takes time. We have not been together long, so I need to know what more you want from me for you to be secure.”

“So, you used me! You are manipulating me!” Mika said getting up and stepping away from James

“I never said that-“James said

“No! Don’t gaslight me! That’s what you implied!” Mika shouted

“I won’t deny that I am willing to say and do almost anything for my brothers.” Mika's body shivered in response because he seemed so cold “Mika, I treated you as cordially as I would with any stranger. Humans seem to return kindness for kindness and so far, that mentality has worked with you. Dating you means my brothers have a place to return to with food and are out of trouble. If I marry you then I ensure that at least you would be there to support our identities. Over our time together I have indulged you as best as I could using information about love from books. Is there more you want from me that you haven’t told me?”

“Raestro! I want you to love me because you want to love me! Not because I want it! Did you ever love me at all! Did you lie when you told Diana that you loved me?” Mika asked her voice breaking a bit. But she stood her ground she needed to know.

James sighed and stood before her relaxed “According to a dictionary love means having deep affection, great interest, pleasure, or enjoyment with someone or something. You are interesting to me; I can never anticipate what you might say or do. I enjoy being so relaxed without the threat of death around every corner. My brothers and I are forever indebted to you for allowing us an opportunity to live with you. I feel pride whenever I catch your blushing face staring at me. So, I do love you, Mika. Were you hoping for something else?” James said

Mika shook her head and looked away “Honestly…I wasn’t…I di-didn’t know what to expect from you… it’s always logic with you isn’t it. Haha” a sob slipped past Mika’s lips but she bit down and looked to her feet “… So there were no feelings of affection for me I was just something to boost your pride and a new sight to watch, huh?”

When James said nothing, Mika looked up at him, and his confused face

“What! Got nothing to say now, bookworm!” Mika accused

“No, I do have something to say…” James stays quite until Mika signals for him to continue “…Books say that love takes time to grow and requires all parties involved to work for it. I do feel platonic love for you, but romantic love will take longer for me to grasp. Also, I feel like you have always left the decisions up to me. I want you to be able to tell me what you want and need instead of making me always take the lead with decisions. Often you ask me what I want. But it always feels like it turns into a guessing game to guess what you want, and it stresses me out. I do not find having absolute control over every aspect of someone’s life enjoyable as it reminds me of my… father” James said

Mika blushed “…I’m sorry”

“No worries you had no idea... But I feel it would be best for you to figure out what you want and learn to communicate it with me. Just know my brothers and I will support you even if you are not dating me. We do owe you for supporting us.” James said

“I just. I don’t want you guys sticking around for obligation…” Mika said

“With how many calls I receive from you a day I think otherwise,” James said

“…I’m sorry I am clingy, aren’t I?” Mika said

“Honestly yes. But that just means I am not meeting your needs to make you feel secure in this relationship.” James said

“I- ha I think that is just a problem with my confidence… I wish I could have better self-confidence.” Mika said

“What do you want to do to help build your own self-confidence?” James asks

“Any tips?” Mika asks sheepishly

“There are a few books I can lend you to read. If you like” James said

“I think… I think I would like that.” Mika said

Unbeknownst to the two beings, there were a few beings listening in using a helpful toy.

“Think she is going to get better?” Matthew asks

“Who knows. I just didn’t realize the lost woman would be helpful to her” Sam said

“In a way it could be said Diana used you to play cupid for those two,” Erik said giving Sam a push

“Buzz off that is disgusting!” Sam said and shivered

“She did though. She saw their potential.” Damien said

“Oh! Hey Damien! You feeling, ok?” Matthew asked

“I just feel a little weaker, but I can’t hear your guys' voices anymore,” Damien said

“Congrats, Damien! We are happy for you!” Sam said giving a genuine smile to the youngest while ruffling Damien’s hair

“We will monitor you though just in case,” Erik said with a slight smile

“I wonder where she learned to force power into a crystal though ever heard of it, Erik?” Matthew asked

“Yeah, I have. It’s a strong spell, but she is a pure-blood.” Erik said thoughtfully

“Hm.” Matthew simply hummed “I just hope things turn in her favor.”

“She is not our problem and we should make sure that Mika doesn’t become a problem again,” Sam said

“Ha. Rude.” Matthew said

Damien yawned and continued to lie on the hotel bed. Tonight the four would sleep in a two-bed hotel room. Sam was going to sleep on the pull-out couch, Erik slept in his own bed, while Matthew and Damien shared a bed for one night. So far it seemed as if the boys would have to help Mika find confidence and they couldn't leave James alone on this journey just yet.

#seduce me james #seduce me the otome #seduce me 2 the demon war #seduce me sam #seduce me matthew #seduce me damien #out of character #seduce me erik

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