#is this a plea to get people to listen to it? kinda
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Genshin boys in heat! PT. 1
ᡣ𐭩 characters: Tighnari x afab reader
ᡣ𐭩 cw: Minor writing smut, penetration, public sex, masturbation (kinda?), Switch Tighnari
ᡣ𐭩 notes: New series of oneshots! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) my posting schedule is so inconsistent omg yall im so sorry— 😭
Tighnari
You and Tighnari were nothing but coworkers, both of you were members of the Vanara that often bumped into each other. Well, that’s how you saw him at least. Tighnari on the other hand, found you quite attractive. He was interested in you, but knew better than to pursue his romantic ambitions. Especially with a coworker. So he just often caught himself staring at you.
One morning, while you were getting ready to go patrol with some other forest rangers, you bumped into Tighnari. But… he was acting strange. His face was very red and he seemed really fidgety. You tried to apologize nonetheless, “Oh- I’m sorry Tighnari! Uhm… are you alright.?” You asked, but Tighnari didn’t respond. He just quickly pushed past you and hurried away into the forest. That made you really worried. So instead of going on parol like you were assigned to, you went looking for Tighnari.
After searching most of the areas you knew he frequented, you ended up wandering around the forest by the Gandharva Ville. That was when you heard panting coming from a… tree? You approached quickly, worried that it was an injured animal. But when you peeked your head past the tree, you instead saw the Forest Watcher. He was leaning against the tree, sweating profusely while gripping a bulge in his pant. Your face flushed red and you quickly looked away, hoping to quietly sneak away and pretend it never happened. But all of a sudden Tighnari grabbed your hand.
His sense of smell was outstanding, and it seemed he noticed you. Tighnari looked up at you with a red face, a desperate look in his teary eyes. “I-I’m sorry.. plea—please help..” He begged you, pulling on your arm. Despite his appearance, Tighnari was shockingly strong. You struggled to find the words, not wanting to say yes… but he looked so desperate. Tighnari seemed like he needed you. So you feebly nodded, mumbling an embarrassed response, “Okay.. Uhm- What do you need.?” Tighnari looked around to make sure nobody could see him before leading your hand to the bulge in his pants. Just you touching him, even through his clothes made the Forest Watcher shiver.
Your face was red while you continued touching him through his clothes, listening to Tighnari’s whimpers. He moved from laying back against the tree to laying back against you. “Moree..” He whined, sweating while trying to make you remove his pants. You bit your bottom lip before removing his pants. This entire situation was so embarrassing… But for some reason Tighnari was to blinded by his lustful heat, which you were still oblivious to. His hard cock was poking out of his underwear, longing to be released. You let out a shaky breath when seeing it, surprised by how large your supervisors cock was. Your hands trembled, pulling his underwear down to his knees so you could get a better look at it. You felt so perverted as your fingers wrapped around his lengthy dick. Tighnari’s eyes rolled back into his head as he lifted his head, letting it rest on your shoulder. He was so sensitive..
You were standing in the middle of the forest jerking off the Tighnari of all people… This was insanity. But his sweet moans clouded your mind, distracting you from the thoughts running wild in your head. You got the chance to focus on just pleasuring him, swirling your fingers around his tip and watching as the green eyed man whimpered. He was getting a bit loud, and Tighnari noticed. He covered his mouth, muffling his moans just barely. He even started breathing heavier, and you could tell he was about to reach his edge.
Then, just as you thought, a rope of sticky white cream bursted out of Tighnari’a cock. He hyperventilated, tears trickling down his cheeks after the intense pleasure. Your hand was now a mess, and so were your panties. Your eyes were locked on his still hard cock while Tighnari tried to collect himself. “T—tha..Thank yuo…" He mumbled, leaning against a tree. His face was flushed with blush and a bit of tears and Tighnari didn’t notice that you had bent down onto your knees until you gripped his sensitive cock. The Forest Watcher let out a yelp, his ears drooping against his head. "W-what are you d— oh archons~..” He shivered, biting his bottom lip as you opened your mouth and began to suck on his cock. Tighnari’s legs trembled, feeling sensitive after his orgasm. But even still, He wanted more. Much more than only your mouth. He wanted to breed you.
It had been an hour since the two of you were gone, and none of the others forest rangers knew what was happening between the both of you. They had no idea that by now, Tighnari had you against a tree, ramming his cock inside of your cunt desperately. He was holding your legs up even after your protests against it, clearly determined to breed you. “Ti—Tighnariii~!! Too— too much~..” You moaned out, gripping the tree in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Tighnari had his face nuzzled in your shoulder, smelling your arousal, which only fueled his thrusts. You continued to moan until you heard his muffled voice, “You’re being too… loud.." Then you made an attempt to quiet down by covering your mouth with your hands. He was fucking you like a rabid dog, and honestly, he basically was one. Tighnari began to feel your pussy clenching around him, and he noticed your back was arching. So he decided to try pounding into you deeper, feeling his own orgasm reaching near. All of a sudden, you felt the Forest Watcher’s cum overflowing in your pussy, dripping onto the grass. As the high of your orgasm ended, you knew that the two of you wouldn’t just stay coworkers.
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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.
picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.
it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.
and then he gets to the sword.
demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.
but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.
when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.
the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.
and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.
the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.
luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.
instead, he hears this:
"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."
but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.
"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."
"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."
"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."
"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"
somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.
weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.
xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.
it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.
sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.
maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.
maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.
"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.
hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."
xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.
...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.
(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)
#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan#why did i actually write all of this#idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing#at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword#someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword#i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans#and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it#might write this#but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing#yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok#bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here#while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge#i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them#for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl#and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator#luo binghe#luo bingge#mxtx svsss#svsss#fanfic stuff#the scum villain's self saving system#svsss ideas
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sanguine - jjk- part one
⟶title: sanguine
⟶au: vampire au, arranged marriage au, royalty au
⟶ pairing: vampire king!jungkook x human queen fem reader
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ genre: romance, kinda slow burn?, smut, angst
⟶wc: 10.5k
⟶warnings: some swearing, mentions of blood, lots of sexual tension, one kiss, a bit angsty, reader is a badass. No smut for this part my fellow horny bitches, but there is certainly smut in the future.
⟶ summary: Marry the vampire king. Save the kingdom.
Your father is the king of a rare human kingdom that has been plagued by famine and sickness. And in a last ditch effort to save the kingdom, he has arranged for you to marry the vampire king to the north. Your hand in marriage in exchange for his help in saving your kingdom.
Everything you swore could never happen between the two of you begins to unfold as you spend more time in the vampire kingdom with its king and his subjects. Can you learn to love this place and it’s beloved ruler?
⟶ authors note: hi friends. this has been a whirlwind of a fic and this is only part one lol. it’s my baby in a way because I’ve had this idea for so long. I started writing it long before my king decided to actually grace us all with his vampire concept for his folio. that only encouraged me more to get this done.
A few shoutouts need to be made because without these people I don’t think I’d ever finished this. @jeonjcngkook jords, not only did you beta the shit out of this, but you’ve been there for me while I’ve written it and listened to me whine and cry for weeks. u have no idea how much it means. @haliiimede for reading through and convincing me that it wasn’t trash and giving me such lovely feedback. And also a huge thanks to @tea4sykes for reading through and encouraging me the whole way, ur the best Kay. @missgeniality siya, you absolute angel, I literally owe you big time for this amazing banner. and thank you for making me a new one when jungkook dropped all the vampire content lol. It’s so stunning.
(Vows found at vampireweddings.blogspot.com)
Alright enough blabbing, please enjoy! Send me all the feedback!
For the good of the kingdom.
For the good of mankind.
That was what your family kept telling you…no, they insisted that this was the only way.
Your father’s kingdom had become wrought with sickness, famine, and the people were starving. All of the resources available had been drained, there was nothing left.
And so, in a desperate plea for help, your father went to the vampire kingdom in the north, with whom your kingdom shared a border. And while the vampire king was willing to help, he wanted to make sure that this alliance was official and binding. He asked that you marry him to join your kingdoms, and that way there would be no reason for any type of betrayal.
You hated the idea. You fought it with everything that you had. The vampires disgusted you with their lust for blood and their strange habits. It was the worst thing you thought could happen.
But your father was right, it was the only choice your kingdom had left, and you had a duty to the people.
With that realization, is how you find yourself under this gorgeous oak tree in the middle of the night. The stars and moon and a few scattered candles are the only light to be found in this open field.
“Welcome one and all, witnesses to both His Highness the King and ______, princess of the human kingdom to our South, as they pledge their dedication to walk the night together. From the night we come, to the night we go, Cursed or blessed to walk the moonlight alone.”
The wedding dress that is chosen for you to wear is dark crimson, a bloody reminder of just who exactly is standing before you. With full lace skirts that drag against the ground, it’s light, airy even. It feels incredibly soft against your skin as your finger tips brush against the fabric but none of that matters as you still feel like you’re suffocating. It’s the absolute opposite of the dress you imagined yourself wearing on your wedding day but it is tradition here in the vampire kingdom for the bride to wear red.
“Sometimes another soul walks our path, Then two become one, in love everlasting. Come forward, Children of the Blood, And welcome this couple to your brood, Within each other, these two are found, Bear witness as their souls are bound.”
The hardest part of this is that it needs to be believable, and at the same time, the subjects from both kingdoms wanted you and the king to hate each other. So the wedding had to be done with official vows, ones that made it sound like the two of you were in love. It makes your stomach churn as the priest continues to speak.
“Please bring your left wrists forward towards me.” The priest said with a soft smile. Though it was gentle, his fangs are still visible, sending a shiver down your spine.
He takes out a red sash from his pocket and gently ties it around both of your wrists, Jungkook’s cold skin brushes against yours and makes you jump slightly. Though it’s as cold as stone, it’s also as soft as cashmere.
Finally, you allow yourself to look up at the man standing next to you.
You hate that he is so beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful being you have ever seen. Soft, thick, black hair slightly smoothed back away from his forehead, eyes almost as black as his tresses and lips that were sharp and hued pink.
When he catches you staring for a bit too long, he merely smirks and turns his attention to you.
“Sorry.” The king mouths to you, no sound coming from his mouth. You look back towards the priest quickly. He holds out a golden goblet beneath your bound wrists.
“Stand now as ye will stand forever, Like this crimson cloth your hearts are tethered, This goblet's contents are your symbols of devotion, So take the rings from the Goblet.”
Your hand shakes violently as you reach into the cup to retrieve the silver band that is to be placed on Jungkook’s right finger. You swallow thickly as you toy with the silver band in between your fingers, your pulse quickening because you know that not only can Jungkook hear the beating sounds of your heart, but all the other vampires present as well. Jungkook does the same with your wedding ring but with more confidence in his motions.
The ring he holds for you is a silver band as well, but it also contains a dark shaded ruby, cut into the shape of a blood drop or possibly a tear in the case of this marriage. But even then, it was stunning.
“______, please repeat these vows after me:
I will stand by your side, hunt at your back, and fly within your Soul. I will stand between you and all which would harm you. I will shield you from the Light of Day with my flesh. I will never betray you, for you are my Heart, my Soul and my Life.”
These vows had been written hundreds of years ago, meant for two vampires binding themselves together…not a vampire king and someone like you who is so very human. But you say them anyway, your heart still hammering in your chest as you turn your body towards the king and take his hand into yours, noticing just how soft his hands are before you slip the ring onto his awaiting finger.
“I will stand by your side, hunt at your back…” You pause when your voice shakes for a moment, “and fly within your Soul. I will stand between you and all which would harm you. I will shield you from the Light of Day with my flesh. I will never betray you, for you are my Heart, my Soul and my Life.”
You place the ring onto his finger and release the breath you have been holding the entire time. Jungkook smiles and takes your hand into his.
“King Jungkook, please repeat the vows to your bride.”
Jungkook waits a moment for you to look up at him, his eyes hold yours and his thumb rubs gently over the back of your hand. You wish you could pull it away…even more, you wish you wanted to pull it away.
“I will stand by your side, hunt at your back, and fly within your Soul. I will stand between you and all which would harm you. I will shield you from the Light of Day with my flesh. I will never betray you, for you are my Heart, my Soul and my Life.” His voice is alluring and even, as if he isn’t nervous about this at all. He slides the ring down your finger and lets it sit perfectly against your warm skin.
The priest hands the goblet to one of his assistants and turns back to the two of you after you’ve both finished.
“Above you are the stars, below you are the stones. As time passes, remember, like the star should your love burn brightly, like the stone should your love be firm. Be close, yet not so close that you restrict one another. Possess one another, yet grant each other the freedom to grow. Be understanding and compassionate, and have patience with each other, for storms may come, but they will quickly pass. Be free in giving affection and warmth. Fear not, lest the ways or words of the unenlightened give you unease.” He clasps his hands over your joined ones before he finishes the last part of the ceremony.
“As both your arms and the cloth form the symbol of eternity, may your love endure through this life and all others. As the Gods and the old ones are witness, with those of us present now, I proclaim them Husband and Wife, and thus are they bonded in Blood. The Two are now one. I present to you the Blood King Jungkook and Queen ______ forever bound, eternally free! You are husband and wife for all eternity. You may now kiss each other to seal your eternal bond of love.” The priest opens his arms and presents the two of you to the guests.
A kiss…was it necessary? Would they believe you if you didn’t kiss him? Would he be able to resist biting you? Would he taste of blood on his lips? So many thoughts plagued your mind in the moments before he cupped your cheek and tilts your face towards his.
“It’s just a kiss.” Jungkook whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion at his gentle touch.
“One kiss.” You step forward and wrap the arm holding your bouquet behind his back as he leans down to mold his lips against yours.
You weren’t expecting the softness of them, assuming that their appearance would be deceiving. His cool hand on your cheek brings you just the slightest bit closer as your lips brush over his once…twice…three times before your brain catches up with you and you remember who you are kissing.
There are whispers amongst the wedding guests who watch the scene unfold in front of them. Some with disgust. Some with curiosity. However even with the divided opinions in the crowd, they all share the same opinionated attitude. You try to ignore them as best you can.
Your lips separate from his a little too quickly and your hand immediately flies up to cover your mouth and the gasp that escapes you. Jungkook smiles, a flash of fangs when his lips pull back, and gently touches the veil hanging from your head and cascading over your shoulders. He takes your free hand in his and turns you both towards the guests, who clap but don’t seem to be pleased.
“And now the crowns.” The priest turns back to his assistants and picks up the crown that belongs to Jungkook first. The king bends slightly at the waist and the crown is placed gently atop his head.
The crown looks too perfect on him, black and silver metal twisted into spikes with small red gems at the base. It’s as if he has always worn one, perfectly designed with Jungkook in mind. And maybe he has, you don’t know how long he’s been the king after all.
You hadn’t actually seen your crown until this moment. The priest picks it up from a black silk pillow and presents it to you to observe. Like Jungkooks, it too is also made from black and silver metal twisted into even more dramatic spikes. Large, jagged diamonds and rubies cover it in its entirety. It looks ridiculously heavy, and when the priest places it on your head, you find your assumption to be correct. Heavy and cold.
From somewhere nearby, horns and trumpets start to play, signaling the end of the ceremony. Jungkook takes your hand again, and the two of you make your way back down the makeshift aisle your father had nervously walked you down less than an hour ago, and already things feel so different.
You’re quickly whisked away by carriage. The space inside doesn’t feel big enough, you can’t get far enough away from him, but he simply stays on his side of the bench seat and doesn’t move towards you on the ride back to the castle.
Once you’ve arrived, you’re met at the doors by Jungkook's advisor, Namjoon, who you had met a few times beforehand during meetings with Jungkook and your father. He has a kind face, gentle like he could do no harm, but that did not change the fact that he is a still a vampire. Standing next to him is the Captain of the vampire kingdom's army, Yoongi. You had also met him previously, but he doesn’t speak much unless it’s to Jungkook regarding the royal army.
“Did everything go accordingly?” Namjoon asks as the two of you ascend the stairs to the castle.
“It was my wedding, Namjoon, not a transaction.” Jungkook moved to the side and motioned with his hand for you to walk ahead of him through the doors.
“Is that not exactly what this is?” You hear Namjoon say just before you’re inside, Jungkook sighing as he follows.
“He’s right.” You grumble.
“Beg your pardon?” Jungkook says from beside you, his hands clasped behind his back as the two of you walk towards the great hall where the celebration and dinner is being held.
“It wasn’t a real wedding. It’s part of a bargain.” You stop to face him and he does the same, looking at you bewildered.
“Perhaps the circumstances aren’t ideal, but the wedding was real, my queen.” He bows to you, and you’re sure the scowl on your face is as deep as they come.
“Let’s get this night over with.” You grab the skirt of your dress in your fists and begin stomping off towards the great hall. You can hear Jungkook laugh quietly, but you choose to ignore him.
You’re forced to mingle, your hand wrapped through Jungkook's arm as the two of you make rounds through the room. You absolutely despise the whole experience. But soon enough, you’re thankfully seated at the head table and wine is poured into your cup.
You notice that yours and your parents' place settings are the only ones with plates. But of course they would be, no one else in this damned kingdom eats food.
Downing the first glass of wine in one gulp, you signal for an attendant to bring you another one. You can feel Jungkook's eyes on you as you down one glass after another, unable to bring yourself to care about what he could possibly be thinking.
“Do you want any?” You finally ask him after your third glass. A very unladylike hiccup following.
“I think you know the answer to that question already, my queen.” He smiles softly but his jaw is tight with annoyance.
“I’m not your queen.” You say a little too loudly. Some of the guests begin turning their attention to you.
“You have every right to be angry, _____.” Jungkook tries to say under his breath, but you scoff loudly, reaching for the bottle of wine and rudely snatching it from the attendant.
“Angry? That does not even begin to cover it. I am outraged.” You take a swig from the bottle and laugh bitterly. “I am disgusted…and I am not your queen. You and your people are just…fucking vile.” You look up from the bottle of wine to see a look of horror on your father’s face from where he sits at the next table. You know you’ve said too much. You’ve been cruel. “Jungkook…” You start to correct yourself but he cuts you off by standing up from his chair with so much force that it flies back against the wall, causing the guests to look up and stare.
“One thing you are not going to do is insult my people. You can say all the terrible things you want about me, but not them. Not when they’ve given up so much so that your people can live.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you to your feet. “Let’s go.”
“Let go of me.” You try to pull your wrist away, but it’s no use against his inhuman strength. “Release me this instant!” Jungkook continues to pull you towards the door, your legs wobbly from wine and the heels on your feet.
“The evening is over. You need to sleep it off.” He pushes open the door and drags you into the dimly lit hallway.
“I am not sleeping with you!” Even though it’s futile, you scratch and pull at the sleeve of his embroidered jacket.
“As if I’d expect that of you.” Jungkook scoffs and swings you around to face him. He maneuvers your body until you’re pressed against the wall with your arms above your head, one of his hands pinning your wrists there.
“Let go!” You try to kick at him but he dodges every time.
“Whether you like it or not, my queen, this is your home now and these are your people. I have and will continue to do what’s best for everyone involved, including you.” His eyes are almost pitch black, a deep red threatening to spill into the iris’ as he speaks through his clenched teeth.
You must stop forgetting that Jungkook is a monster.
“You know nothing of what’s best for me.” You begin moving to spit in his face, but he knows what you are about to do before you have even finished the thought. His free hand comes up to cover your mouth, leaving you to glare at him without being able to talk.
“Listen carefully, my queen.” The grip on your wrists tightens slightly. “You are not the only one making sacrifices around here. So when you decide you want to act like royalty and not some drunken heathen, by all means come to me.” You jerk around in his hold, you just want him to get the hell away from you. He seems to understand your request as he slowly takes his hand away from your mouth.
“I fear you’ll be waiting a very long time, your highness. Possibly until my death, but I’m sure you’ll find that day ever so joyous.” You use your body weight to push at him once more and he finally releases you, but stays in close vicinity.
“Don’t assume you know anything about what I find joyous.” Jungkook looks over his shoulder towards the guards who are standing near the doorway to the hall. “Escort her majesty to her chambers, she’s not to leave them for the night.” Jungkook straightens his shirt and jacket, and begins making his way back towards the dinner hall.
“You can’t just lock me away! Do you hear me?” One of the guards motions for you to walk towards the opposite hallway.
“No more talking tonight. Go to sleep.” Jungkook says over his shoulder before he disappears into the dinner hall. You scoff loudly, taking off walking as fast as your drunken legs will allow you to go.
“Stupid, ignorant, pig headed blood sucker.” You grumble under your breath as you continue down the hallway. The dim lighting from the candles doesn’t allow you to see much, but you can see there is art on the walls that you would rather enjoy if you were not so pissed off. And if they did not belong to the most ridiculous man you had ever met.
The guards lead you to a winding staircase where you quickly find out that in your drunken state you are unable to climb them unassisted. At the top of the first set of stairs they split, one set going left and the other going right. The guards gesture for you to head to the left.
“And where does the right go?” You ask with a hiccup.
“To the king's chambers.” One of them replies. Jungkook had not been lying, he really had prepared your very own chambers. You reach the doors to your bedroom soon after.
One of the guards opens the door for you to enter the room. You cross your arms over your chest and practically stomp inside, turning around to face them.
“Your king is sadly mistaken if he thinks he can lock me up for the rest of my life. I’d rather die.” You aren’t sure what you expect them to say, but they merely bow before shutting the door.
As soon as it clicks shut, you grab the skirt of your dress into your hands and begin ripping the fabric apart, tossing the pieces around the room.
“Stupid, ridiculous, hideous dress.” You screech, grabbing the sleeves at the shoulders and ripping them apart too. You bend down to grab the heels off your feet, stumbling around before yanking them off and chucking them as far away from you as possible.
Your chest heaves with short breaths as you feel yourself burning with rage. Reaching up into your hair, you hastily pull out as many of the pins holding it into place as you can. You start to walk towards the wardrobe when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the far wall. You look like a forest witch. And not the good kind.
Changing your mind about finding other clothes, you begin to notice that there isn’t much in your room. A few vases with fresh flowers and a bed with soft, silky white sheets. There’s a white fur rug at the foot of it and a very large trunk atop that. There’s also a small fireplace in the corner with a few small logs in a basket nearby. The room was otherwise quite empty.
Looking through another set of double doors, you find the washroom. There’s a claw foot tub in one corner with several shelves of soaps and oils on the wall behind it.
As badly as you want to bathe, you need to find ways to protect yourself. Weapons. You need to learn the layout of the castle so that you know where all the exits are at all times. And you also need to find some food. Food in a castle full of creatures who don’t eat it. You sigh loudly, almost tripping over some pieces of your skirt on the marble floor.
Looking down at what's left of your wedding dress on your body is almost laughable. It’s mostly just the bodice and a few pieces covering your lower region in a tattered disarray. You cannot bring yourself to care, this dress was a mistake. It was all a mistake.
You walk out onto the balcony and see a ledge that looks just big enough for you to make your way over to the next room. Wasting no time, you swing your leg over the side, feeling a bit dizzy and suddenly remembering that you’re still quite drunk. But there is no time to sober up now, you have missions to complete.
Still barefoot, you balance onto the ledge and carefully side step your way along the stone. It's only about ten feet from your balcony to the next one.
You get a little too ahead of yourself and almost slip just once, but manage to climb over the railing of the next balcony successfully. You slink over to the window and peer inside, seeing what appears to be an empty guest room. Trying the handle for the doors, you’re overly pleased to find that they are unlocked.
Once inside, you press yourself against the wall and move towards the bedroom door. You pray that once you open it, there will be no vampire guards waiting for you. You have yet to secure a weapon and this might be your only chance to do so when so many of the castle's occupants are still at your wedding reception.
Slowly, you open the door, poking your head outside to see the guards are still occupied with watching over your bedroom door. You silently thank the gods, tip toeing into the hall, you're able to make a mad dash as soon as you’ve rounded the corner and gotten out of the guards sight.
You run until you find the winding staircase that you had come upstairs on. Its familiar shape lets you know that you’re going the right way. Eyes darting from side to side, you descend the stairs, making sure there are no vampires lurking about in the halls.
With absolutely no idea where you are going, you take the hallway to the left, and to your surprise, you smell food. The scent gets stronger and more distinct the further you travel down the hallway. You notice a swinging door, the sounds of clanging pans and a soft voice coming from inside. You brave a peek inside the small round window on the door, the person inside has their back to you for a moment, but when they turn around to face you, you almost cry.
Hoseok.
You shove open the swinging door with all your might, jumping onto a very unsuspecting Hoseok, who screams bloody murder at the sight of you. He almost falls backwards, but catches himself on the corner of the counter.
“Get off of me, witch!” Hoseok yells, reaching for a frying pan in hopes to knock out the creature currently hugging his torso.
“Oh, Hoseok, I’m so happy to see you.” You cry into his chef's coat.
“______? Is that really you?” He grabs your shoulders and moves you back to get a look at you. “My god, it really is you. What the hell happened to you?” He picks up a piece of your dress from the floor that must've fallen off in your rush to get to him.
“How are you here? Why?” You sniffle, tears streaming down your face.
“The king asked me to come stay here and be your chef…since you know, they don’t eat food and you do.” Hoseok pats the top of your head affectionately.
Hoseok is your closest friend. You had grown up together back in your father’s kingdom. His mother had been a long time servant of your parents, the most loyal that you could ask for. Hoseok had inherited that particular trait from her. He began cooking as you got older and soon became one of the best chefs in your kingdom. You were very surprised when you heard your father was so willing to let him go.
“My father let you come? Who will make him those banana pancakes he loves so much?” You laugh, wiping your face so you can get a better look at him, making sure that he’s really here in front of you.
“No, not your father, I meant King Jungkook. He apparently gave your father a rather large sum to make sure that I came here to cook for you.” Hoseok shrugs his shoulders and smiles widely.
“Why would he do that?” You hiss.
“I don’t know, _____. Maybe he just wanted you to be comfortable here.” Hoseok gives you another small hug, then moves around you to continue what he was working on before.
“I find that hard to believe.” You scoff.
“Do you want to explain why the hell you look like a swamp witch?” Hoseok is packaging some food and placing it into the cold room that was filled with ice.
“I…may have gotten drunk at the reception…and got sent to my rooms like a child. And I may have thrown a fit of rage about it.” You plop yourself down on a wooden stool in the corner of the kitchen. You learned a long time ago not to get in his way when he was working.
“You? Throw a fit? Could not imagine such a thing.” He laughs before closing the door to the cold room. “So you haven’t eaten?”
“No. I’m starving Hoseok, please make me food.” You whine to your friend and he rolls his eyes in response.
“You’re lucky I don’t beat you with this plate of food. I made this damn dinner for the reception and they brought your plate back to me untouched? You’re on thin ice my friend.” Hoseok pulls a plate of food from the oven that he had been keeping warm there and sits it in front of you.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You don’t bother waiting for him to hand you any utensils as you grab the food with your hands, dismissing the fact that it’s too hot to be eating. You’re too hungry to care.
“One day in the vampire kingdom and you’ve already lost your mind.” Hoseok places a fork beside your plate, but still, you ignore it.
“Do you have knives in here?” Your face lights up, looking around the kitchen.
“I’m a little hesitant to give you any sharp objects right now _____.” Hoseok looks at you with concern reaching his face.
“It’s for protection, Hobi. We’re the only two humans for miles, aren’t you a bit concerned about that?” Your mouth is half full of food as you speak and Hoseok looks disgusted as you stand up and start rifling through his kitchen.
“Of course it’s a little…unsettling. But the king isn’t going to let anything happen to us. Especially you.” Hobi walks behind you, picking things up as you make a mess. You scoff at the last part.
“He cares about me as much as I care about him, which is not at all.” You finally find the drawer that holds the kitchen knives. “Finally! Why didn’t you tell me where they were?”
“Because I think you’re slightly insane.” He puts his hands up in front of him in surrender when you turn around to face him, knife in hand.
“I’m not insane. I’m being…prepared.” You close the drawer and move back towards the kitchen door, peaking out into the hallway through the circular window. You don’t see any movement.
You aren’t sure where to keep this knife if you finally managed to get your hands on, looking around the kitchen for something to use.
“Here, just use this.” Hoseok sighs, handing you a long leather string. “Wrap it around your thigh, that's what all the female warriors do.”
Looking at Hobi inquisitively, wondering how he could possibly know that bot of information, you take the string from his hand and wrap it around your thigh until you can tie it. You’re able to secure the knife between the leather well enough for now.
“Do you even know how to kill a vampire, ____? Is a knife even going to work?” Hoseok crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at you.
“Father told me once that you have to remove their heads.” You don’t look at him, just continue looking into the hallway.
“And a kitchen knife is going to remove a vampire's head!? I’m going to pretend you didn’t get that from me if anyone asks.” Hoseok motions towards your knife with his head before he goes back to cleaning up the mess you had left in your wake.
“I’m going to go look around some more. I’ll come find you later.” You look at him now, as he picks things up off the floor.
“Please don’t.” He teases, crossing the small kitchen to stand in front of you. “Be careful roaming around this castle.”
“I’ll be fine, Hobi.” You wrap an arm around him and he does the same to you, giving each other a much needed hug. He kisses the top of your head before he lets you go.
“Go on then, Blood Queen. I’ll bring you your breakfast in the morning.” He shoos you away.
“Do not call me that.” You glare at your friend. “Eggs and lots of coffee?”
“As you wish.” He rolls his eyes again and you can’t help but smile.
Pushing open the swinging door, you carefully step out into the hallway, keeping your back pressed to the wall as you follow it through the castle.
There isn’t much to see. Some extra bedrooms, one room that looked like a study and one door that had led to a small patio. You mentally mapped that door in your head and hoped you could remember it well enough to write down when you got back to your rooms.
As you approached the end of the hallway you began to hear voices. You knew you should turn around but your curiosity was too much to battle with. So instead, you made your way to the double doors that had been left slightly ajar.
Inside, the room was full of vampires seated at a very long table. Jungkook is sitting at the head of it, his fingers adorned by silver rings, stroking his chin with worry. You aren’t sure how you know that he’s worried, but you just know. Namjoon paces the floor behind him, babbling to no one in particular it seemed. Yoongi, who is sitting to his right, still appears to be his quiet and stoic self. Not much different to how you saw him for the first time.
There are several others present around the table that you do not recognize. But the real question is why are they here instead of attending the wedding reception?
“Is this a threat we need to be prepared for sooner rather than later?” You finally hear Yoongi say, his voice deep and rumbly.
“We knew taking on the human kingdom was going to cause issues with Taehyung. Because not only did you agree to help them, you married the fucking princess.” Namjoon says, distaste thick in his voice.
“They required protection. This was how we gave them that.” Jungkook doesn’t bother looking up, he merely sits back in his chair and crosses his legs.
“At what cost? Why are we paying for their ignorance?” Namjoon continues to pace the floor behind Jungkook's chair.
It surprises you how Jungkook continues to defend your kingdom when he clearly did not have much reason to. It isn’t as if you had married him on happy terms. The only thing he is really getting out of this arrangement is land, and it isn’t like there is much of it to give in the first place. You’ve been so angry that you really had never taken the time to consider that.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Jungkook says, abruptly standing up from his chair.
You feel panic rise up as you notice that he’s heading towards the door that you’re still standing in front of. You look around the hall frantically, seeing a large statue in the corner to your left.
You dash towards it, trying to keep the sound of your bare feet padding across the marble floor as quiet as possible. You hear the door creak open all the way as you fling yourself behind the statue, flopping against the ground with a thud.
“Shit. Shit that hurts.” You whisper, trying to right yourself into a sitting position.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the mouth of a sailor?” Jungkook is suddenly standing above you, making you jump with fright, banging your head against the statue that had apparently done nothing to hide you from him.
“Has anyone ever told you that it’s rude to just appear out of nowhere like a damn ghost?” You rub the back of your head and manage to get to your feet to stand in front of him. Jungkook scoffs, trying to hold back a laugh.
“What in the world have you done to your dress?” He asks, reaching towards your torn up skirt. Before he can touch them you slap his hand away, making your hand sting at the contact.
“I had a moment. Not that it’s any of your business.” You attempt to smooth out what’s left of the skirts at your waist.
“You look like a swamp witch.” Jungkook can’t help the smile that graces his face and you want to slap it away for being so beautiful.
“I do not!” You shove past him, stomping back down the hallway where you had come from.
“Would you please stop for a moment?” Jungkook calls after you.
“I will not.” You refuse to give him any further satisfaction. He does not seem to take the hint, his footsteps following after you.
You’ve had enough of him for one night. You reach into the band you had made and wrapped around your thigh to hold onto the kitchen knife you had gotten from the kitchen, spinning around and pointing the sharp end of the blade right at Jungkook’s throat, making him stop in his tracks in front of you.
“Where did you get a knife?” Jungkook dares to ask, an eyebrow raised in question.
“That is also none of your business.” You move the knife so close to his throat that the slightest movement could make you cut him.
“Were you keeping that knife strapped to your thigh?” Jungkook's voice lowers as he slowly raises his hands in surrender. You choose not to answer him, only stiffening your stance. “Incredibly violent…” Jungkook smiles and his fangs extend slightly, making you feel bewildered at his reaction.
“Why are you smiling?” You poke the tip of the knife against his skin.
“Because I like that you’re beautifully murderous.” Jungkook is suddenly out of your sight, making you whirl around to find him, only to be pressed roughly against the wall, the hand holding the knife anchored above your head.
“Get off of me!” You move to knee him in the groin but he’s too fast. Inhumanly fast.
“I want you to be a part of this, you know. I want you to help us help your people.” His grip tightens slightly the more you move around.
“Why?” You seethe.
“Because you’re the queen. My partner in this life. Why is that so hard for you to understand?” The look on his face is so sincere that it makes you halt your movements.
“Jungkook…this is not a real marriage. Why are you so convinced that it is?” With one last push, he releases you and takes a step back.
“I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to make you see that it is.” Jungkook tells you with a quiet sigh. “But for the time being, please just come inside and listen to what we’re speaking about. You should be a part of it too.”
You feel the tiniest sliver of hatred melt away from your heart. It makes your chest feel lighter, like you can breathe a little easier. You don’t understand it. You don’t understand him. But you can’t deny that you want to know what’s going on in that meeting room.
“Fine. Let’s go.” You rip your eyes away from his face before it becomes too noticeable that you were looking at him at all.
“Do you perhaps want to change first?” Jungkook asks. “The dress has become rather revealing.”
You glare at him before propping your foot up against the wall, exposing your bare leg to him. You slide the kitchen knife back into the homemade holster on your thigh, adjusting it slightly and letting your foot slip back to the ground as you keep direct eye contact with the vampire king.
“No. I think I’ll attend the meeting just as I am.” You can’t help but smirk a little, pointing your nose to the ceiling before making your way into the meeting room. Jungkook laughs quietly in disbelief, but follows you inside.
All the eyes in the room are suddenly on you. One of the men sitting at the table visibly chokes on air as he watches you walk into the room and takes in your appearance.
“I suggest you get yourself together, Seokjin.” Jungkook walks ahead of you to pull out the chair to the left of his for you.
“Apologies, your highness.” The man named Seokjin splutters slightly, then straightens in his chair.
“Were you attacked, my lady?” Yoongi says, his voice low but still holding a bit of concern.
“No…I was…it's nothing. Don’t let my clothing distract you from the discussion.” You move around the table, choosing to ignore the chair Jungkook has pulled out for you, but instead decide to move to his chair at the head of the table and sit down there. “Shall we?” You ask, a smug look on your face.
“Incredible.” You hear Jungkook mumble under his breath, only meaning for you to hear it, but obviously all the other vampire ears in the room do as well, making everyone shift uncomfortably in their seats.
“Does the queen need to be present?” Namjoon remarks from the seat next to Yoongi.
“Yes, she does. And I won’t hear another thing about it.” Jungkook makes his point clear and moves to sit in the chair he had originally pulled out for you.
“Fine then. We need to start preparing for a war with Taehyung. And we also need to consider that in order to avoid it, we should give up the human kingdom. We don’t need it.” Namjoon is very monotone as he speaks about giving up your kingdom to an apparent enemy.
“Absolutely not.” You say without thought.
“No disrespect, your highness, but I was speaking to the king.” Namjoon dismisses you and you can feel anger start to bubble beneath your skin.
“You say that you mean no disrespect, but you’re sitting there suggesting that we turn over my kingdom, full of innocent people, to your enemy.” You lean forward in your seat, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you look at the king's advisor.
“I’m not sure you understand the ramifications of going to war with Taehyung, your majesty. He is not to be underestimated.” Namjoon leans forward as well, meeting your gaze with a challenge in his eyes.
“Perhaps someone could explain to me who Taehyung is, and how he has become such a threat to the most powerful kingdom in this realm?” You don’t let your gaze fall from Namjoon’s, challenging him right back.
“If you two are finished with your vicious little disagreement you’ve got going, I would be honored to get the queen up to speed on the situation.” Seokjin says from a few chairs down. His voice makes you look away from Namjoon with a scowl on your face.
“Please. Tell me what you know.” You give Seokjin your attention, ignoring the mumbled curses Namjoon says under his breath.
“Taehyung is the king of the werewolf kingdom to our west, your highness. And I…well I know more than most about werewolves as I myself am one of them.” Seokjin looks up at you then, a golden glow flashing across his eyes when they meet yours.
“I’m confused. If you’re one of them, what are you doing here?” Your curiosity is peaked at this very unexpected bit of information.
“Well you see, my lady, I owe my life to your king. Many, many years ago he had mercy on me and I have pledged my loyalty to him until my dying day.” A smile plays at the corner of Seokjin’s mouth as he looks from you to Jungkook, who also shares the same smile of fondness on his face.
“He saved your life?” You ask, enthralled by this story. A vampire saving the life of a werewolf is unheard of, the two of them becoming friends is even more unheard of.
“He did. And now he has me at his side, even if he wishes I wasn’t at times.” He laughs a little and Jungkook’s smile grows wider.
“You’re too humble sometimes, hyung.” Jungkook says, sharing one last fond smile with Seokjin before he looks back at you. “Seokjin is vital to the way this kingdom is able to live and operate on a daily basis. Don’t let him talk lowly of himself.”
You wish their story wasn’t so endearing. That you didn’t feel a pang of something in your heart for the fondness they share for each other. But no matter how hard you try to bite back your smile, it betrays you, pulling your lips up slightly.
“I am happy to meet you, Seokjin.” You say, sharing one more look with him before the moment is interrupted.
“Could we get back to the point?” Namjoon says, obviously annoyed by the friendly conversation. Why was he so frumpy?
“Of course. My apologies.” Seokjin sits back in his chair with a small bow of his head.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a sour puss?” You say to Namjoon, almost causing Yoongi to choke on a laugh.
“My lady, this is not a joke. If you’re insistent on being involved, I beg you to take this seriously.” If Namjoon could blush, you suppose he would be at this point.
“I’m listening.” You roll your eyes a bit and turn to Jungkook, who is watching you with a smirk on his face.
“Taehyung isn’t happy about this…union. He believes your land should be his and we are almost positive he isn’t going to sit back and let it go.” Yoongi takes the initiative to explain this time.
“And for now, as I’ve said before, we double the guard at the border but we don’t engage. I’m not starting a war without reason.” Jungkook speaks now, everybody forwarding their attention to him. “And perhaps we need to set up a meeting with Taehyung.”
“A meeting? What do you hope to come of that, your majesty?” Namjoon looks with disbelief on his face.
“I’m avoiding a war at all costs. I won’t bring unnecessary danger to either of the kingdoms.” Jungkook stands up. “And this discussion is over for now. I’m sure the queen would like to sleep.” You nod, quickly being able to tell that Jungkook is done talking for tonight.
You stand from the table, bowing to the others who stand at the same time as you do to bow deeper in your direction. Jungkook motions for you to walk ahead of him with his hand as you take one last look over your shoulder at the men sitting at the table. More monsters than men…but it was easy to forget such a thing.
“I’m glad you joined us.” Jungkook's voice startles you from your thinking.
“Yes well…I won’t let anything happen to my people. We can’t just throw them to the wolves.” You hope he detects the seriousness in your voice.
“I hope that you can see that isn’t my intention. It never was.” Jungkook walks next to you, his arms crossed behind his back.
“As long as that is clear.” You reach the bottom of the stairs that lead up to your separate bed chambers, stopping on the bottom step and turn to look at Jungkook.
“Loud and clear, my queen.” Jungkook steps up closer and you almost trip over the step trying to create space. “Where is the knife now?”
“It will be in your chest if you do not step away from me.” You growl through your teeth, making Jungkook grin wickedly, fangs appearing under his lip.
“Beautiful and violent. Where have you been all my life, darling?” Jungkook steps up onto the stairs, making you stumble up a few more to get distance.
“You’re some kind of masochist, aren’t you?” You put your hand down onto the handle of the knife. Jungkook throws his head back in laughter. The sound is…certainly not what you expected. He seems so human as he laughs and tries to compose himself.
“Would you like to find out?” He takes one more step up towards you and you’ve had enough.
You lift your bare foot from the wooden stair and press it into the middle of his chest as he stands two steps down from you. You watch Jungkook's eyes as they take in what is happening, roaming over the exposed skin of your legs and thigh.
“Stop flirting with me.” You push slightly against his chest with your foot. “It’s very annoying.”
“Your heart is beating so quick, I’m not sure that you mean that.” Jungkook says in a low tone. The sound of his deep voice tries to pry its way between your thighs, but you won’t let it. “I think you rather like it, actually.”
“You’re not amusing, your highness.” You try to remain unfazed.
“You can’t lie to me. I can hear the blood rushing through your veins…and your breath struggling to even out.” Jungkook tries to take a step up but you push him back down with your foot.
“You’re delusional. Whatever you are hearing is simply because I am fending off a vampire, not because I find that vampire to be maddeningly beautiful.” You wish you had said that differently…surely he will know you’re lying now.
“Why do you fight it?” He questions.
“Fight what?”
“The attraction between us.”
“Because there isn’t any. None. It is nonexistent.” You shove your foot into his chest once more but he doesn’t budge of course.
“Liar.” Jungkook says quietly, you can feel his breath on the skin of your leg. His cool fingers come up to ghost over the skin of your ankle, allowing goosebumps to find home on your skin as your body betrays you even more. “Shall we test your theory?” Fingers continue their featherlight touch up your calf.
“You’re…it’s not affecting me at all.” Your voice shakes slightly as you fight to keep your eyes open.
“More lies, my queen.” When his fingers get to the inside of your thigh, your brain suddenly remembers what’s happening. You kick him in the chest with more force and Jungkook stumbles slightly, giving you a chance to jog up a few more stairs before you speak to him again.
“No more of your unrequited flirting. And especially touching. None of that.” You yell down to him, wishing you could smack the grin on his face.
“As you wish.” He bows to you.
“Goodnight, your highness.” You pull the knife out of your holster and point it towards him as you back your way up the rest of the stairs, making Jungkook laugh out loud again. You don’t look back this time as you dash your way down the hall to your bed chambers where the two guards are still standing. “I’ll be going to bed now.” You huff past them and into the room as quickly as possible.
You press your back against the cool wood of the door, trying to catch the breath you had not realized were holding . He was absolutely infuriating. Ridiculous. Egotistical. And yet… soft and endearing at times. Like when he was speaking to or about Seokjin. It is something you never expected to see.
Looking down at your hand, you see the wedding ring he had given you just a few short hours ago. Shaped like a drop of blood and every bit the color of it. You had forgotten all about it and now you aren’t sure you wanted to take it off. You and this ring have been through a lot already.
Finally, you bring yourself to move towards one of the tall armoires on the other side of the room. Perhaps it’s time to finally change out of your tattered wedding dress.
You look through some drawers until you finally find some silky night shorts and matching camisole. It seems revealing for pajamas, but you also don’t have the energy to keep digging for something else.
With a sigh, you head into the bathroom and make a beeline for that glorious claw foot tub in the corner of the room. You look around and notice the gold crusted faucets at one end of the tub.
Running water. The vampire kingdom had running water for baths. This was not a luxury that you had back in your human kingdom.
“Something decent has come from this.” You mumble to yourself as you turn on the faucets and watch the crystal clear water start to fill the basin of the tub. You grab one of the first glass bottles of soap that you can reach, breathing in its scent and finding it to be lavender. A scent you missed about the gardens in your father’s kingdom. You pour a plentiful amount into the stream of water and watch the bubbles begin to form and you can’t help but smile.
Stripping out of what’s left of your wedding dress, you toss it away and carefully step into the tub. The water is so warm already, instantly loosening your tired muscles and cleanssng your dirty skin. It felt like heaven.
Once the tub has filled you turn off the faucets and sink down into it. You let your head dip beneath the bubbles, letting it washclean your hair and , making it easier to pull the rest of the pins out of it.
It’s quiet in this washroom. Almost too quiet. So you decide not to dawdledauddle for too long, getting yourself cleaned up and grabbing a robe from one of the hanging hooks on the wall.
Making your way back into your bed chambers, you dress into the pajamas you had found earlier and climb into the bed. You feel alone all at once. Too alone with your thoughts.
How would your life play out now that you’re here? Married. To the king of vampires. Jungkook. The blood king.
You want to know more. Need to know more about him and this place.
In order for you to do that, you have to change your sleeping schedule. You need to be awake at night when everyone else is awake.
It took some time for you to get used to but after a couple of weeks you are able to get up and join the vampires during their meetings regarding Taehyung.
You are also able to explore the castle and its grounds more thoroughly. Finding it full of vast libraries and art from different centuries…different worlds it seemed.
Most recently though, you had discovered the gardens. Gardens that had been somewhat neglected by visitors if you were being honest. They were clean and well kept, but they were mostly empty. Not many flowers and things to fill all the spaces in between the manicured bushes and small trees. You wondered if it was because no one could come out during the day to care for them. And the more you thought about it, the sillier it seemed.
You love walking around outside nonetheless. Sitting on the stone benches and watching the fountains. But your urge to do more is constantly bouncing around in your mind.
Tonight, you find yourself changing into a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. You had decided you were going to start digging around in the gardens, whether it is something a queen should do or not, you didn’t care. It would busy your mind and give you something productive to do.
“Where are you off to?” Hoseok calls behind you as you make your way to the back doors.
“To the gardens. I think I’m going to start digging around. Maybe plant some new things.” You turn to see the bright smile on his face. One of the few bright things here.
“There are groundskeepers for that, you know?” Hoseok teases as he approaches you, taking in your very unqueenly outfit.
“I am aware, Hobi. But I’m bored and I need to find something to occupy my time.” You wave him off with a sigh.
“Do you know where the gardening equipment is?” Hoseok asks, hands moving to his hips as he looks at you expectantly.
“Well…no. But I assume that you do?”
“Perhaps. What’s in it for me?” He continues to tease.
“I’m the queen, you have to tell me if I ask.” Your arms cross over your chest.
“Oh now you want to be the queen? Only when it benefits you, I see.”
“Come on, Hoseok, pleeeeease?” You’re growing tired of his antics.
“Let me use your bathtub twice a week, and I’ll tell you where it is.” He puts his hand out for you to shake.
“As if I would deny you that bathtub.” You laugh a little and shake his hand. “Come on then, to the gardening tools.” You jump onto his back as he turns around to lead the way, making him carry you.
“I don’t remember carrying your spoiled ass around being in my new job description.” Hobi laughs, adjusting you on his back so he can walk with more balance.
“It’s in your best friend job description, check your paperwork.” You place your chin on his shoulder and squeeze your legs tighter around his middle.
“Ridiculous.” He laughs louder, making his way towards the back doors to show you where to find the gardening tools.
Hoseok takes you to a small building outside the castle, inside of which are plenty of gardening tools for you to get started with your plans. He doesn’t stick around though, making his way back to the castle to finally get some sleep. Hobi is having a harder time adjusting to the new sleep schedule than you had.
With your arms full of shovels, rakes, and other tools you may or may not need, you find an area near the fountains that you plan to start with. The dirt in this area seems a bit dry and sad looking, so you think if you dig into the soil, you’ll be able to bring the good dirt to the top.
You spend a few hours tilling the soil and sure enough, it already looks so much better than it did before. And even though autumn is in full swing and you’re working by the light from the moon, you’re still a bit sweaty.
“I think digging your way out of here may be a bigger task than you bargained for.” A now familiar voice says from behind you, making you jump at the sudden sound.
“Will I have to live out the rest of my days here wondering when the next time you’ll give me a heart attack will be?” You place your hand over your hammering heart while Jungkook smiles.
“Apologies, my queen.” Jungkook walks closest to where you’re kneeling on the ground, his hands behind his back. “What is it that you’re doing exactly?”
“I’m gardening. Is that not obvious?” You sit the small shovel down and wipe your hands off on your thighs.
“Yes. But why?” He asks curiously.
“Something to do? A hobby? I’m tired of wandering around this castle like a ghost.” You look up at him when he comes to stand next to you. “Is that something I’m allowed to do, your highness?”
“You’re rather snarky for a queen.” Jungkook smiles again, the sharp points of his fangs showing behind his lips.
“I have been called much worse.” You huff, standing up from the ground, wobbling slightly from being in that position a bit too long.
Jungkook is inhumanly fast, gently steadying you on your feet. One hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder. His skin is so cold it sends a shiver through you, goosebumps covering your warm skin.
“So long as you’re here, no one will dare to call you anything less than you deserve.” His eyes are almost black as they meet yours. “Are you okay to stand?”
You shake away the trance you feel when you look at him, stepping back slightly and out of his hold.
“Yes, I’m fine.” You awkwardly stumble over the shovel on the ground, righting yourself before Jungkook has a chance to try and help you again. “Thank you.”
“Shall I help you with this?” He asks, bending to pick up one of the rakes.
“Oh…that’s not necessary, I can manage.”
“I’m well aware that you can manage. But would you like some help…and some company?”Jungkook almost looks shy as he asks. “I think it would be good for us to spend more time together.”
You aren’t sure what to say. Part of you despises the thought of spending time with him. But a bigger part tells you that you long to know him more. To hear his infuriating tone when he teases you.
“Fine. But you start over there, and don’t crowd me.” You point towards an area a few feet from the one you had been working on. Jungkook laughs quietly.
“As you wish, my queen.” He bows at the waist and makes his way over.
“I’ve asked you several times to stop calling me that.” You sigh, pushing some hair away from your face before you continue tilling the soil.
“Why does it bother you so much?” Jungkook gets down to his knees, the brown slacks he is wearing meeting the dirt.
“I am not a vampire, Jungkook. Being the Blood Queen seems like I’m pretending to be something that I’m not.” It bothers you. All those vows that you took about protecting each other are just lies.
“You don’t need to be a vampire to be the queen here. No matter what you hear or what you think, you only need to try and understand.” Jungkook’s quick hands are making much faster work of things than yours ever could.
“Understand what?” You ask.
“Will you let me show you some time? It will be much easier to show than to try and explain it in so many words.”
You don’t understand what he means, but the look on his face tells you that he’s sincere in what he says. And even though you should probably say no, you’re too curious not to indulge him.
“Okay.” You simply state. Jungkook smiles softly and continues his digging.
Another week passes, and Jungkook joins you out in the gardens every night. He brings you new tools to use and lists from the florists in the kingdom so that you can pick out flowers to plant wherever you please. You choose as many as you can find that grow at night, because though they carry all the usual things that flourish in the day time, you know you won’t get to enjoy them as much as you will the ones who bloom at night.
You spend hours in the many libraries within the castle researching the plants and what they need to live well at night. Jungkook joins you there often, following you through the stacks of books and listening to you babble on and on about the flowers.
As much as you wish you didn't enjoy his company, as much as you don’t want to be fond of the sound of his voice, you are very much beginning to.
“_____?” Jungkook says quietly, closing the book that you’re holding in your hands. He doesn’t call you by your first name often, it’s a strange feeling that follows it.
“What is it?” You slide the book back onto the shelf in front of you, turning your attention to him.
“Would you please do me the honor of accompanying me into the kingdom tomorrow night?” His hands are behind his back as he speaks, stepping closer to where you’re standing.
“May I ask why?” You try to pretend his close proximity does not affect you. Jungkook is still a vampire after all.
“I told you I would help you to understand why being human does not mean you cannot be the queen here.” Jungkook brings a hand from behind his back and reaches out gently, brushing your fingertips with his.
“What are you going to show me, Jungkook?” You slowly pull your hand back from his touch, making him smirk at your stubbornness.
“Everything, darling.”
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yay! can you please write a mgg or spencer reid (nsfw) drabble based kind of that moodboard you made <3 it can be anything like punishing reader or teasing and reader just saying they can’t take it anymore :0? reader just being a needy mess not rlly able to speak. would honestly prefer spence/ mgg just being a soft dom but still stern on the rules? eeek i’m kinda nervous about submitting this but.. it’s rotting in my brain! 🎀
OFC! I LOVE REQUESTS! :D I also don’t write for real life people, only fictional characters (just so you know for the future <3) Don’t be nervous to send requests pls pls pls. I ENCOURAGE requests. pls send more :( This was meant to be a drabble but goodness gracious. I got carried away.
tw: MDNI, girly reader, afab!reader, needy clingy reader, soft!dom!spencer, teasing, punishment, smut, unprotected pnv, hand kink (obvi), degradation, praise, dom and sub relationship, girlfriend and boyfriend, kissing (oooo), pain, spanking, bondage (kinda), mention of a safe word, underlying tones of possessive!spencer, decryphilia
You hadn’t listened to his rules. He said you were being a “brat”, a word you hated. You had been sitting in his lap as he worked on some documents. That’s it!
At first, it was innocent.
But you saw the way his hands glided over the paper as he read, the veins popping ever so slightly. You hoped that the way your thighs clenched were going unnoticed by him when he flexed his fingers around his ballpoint pen as he wrote.
You held a stuffed animal he had given you, a bunny you’ve named Bun, in your own lap. Trying to distract yourself. Eventually, you started squirming. Your distraction not working.
Spencer was a patient man. He loved you and cared for you. But he also liked to stick to the rules. And distracting him from his work is one of those rules. He had quickly stilled your hips with one hand, the other trying to write. “Don’t.” His voice was soft but affirming. Not helping your arousal but deepening it. You’d let out a small whine at his words and he quickly tsked. “Listen.” He had said in that same voice.
That’s how you got here. On the bed naked (except for your thigh high socks) and spread open whilst he was fully clothed, sporting a large hard on. Your hands are tied to the bed post with his work ties. His fingers teased lightly on your inner thighs and you whine again, he slaps your thigh in disapproval. “S-spence…”
He shakes his head no, getting up and grabbing your bunny from the floor. “You think she is happy with the way your acting?” He asks, propping it up on the dresser. You let out a choked sob, moving your arms but to no avail. You cant get out of your position. “You know our safe word.” He tuts, “Now Bun is going to have to watch the way you get punished. I was hoping you’d be a good girl. Stay seated and wait till I was done.” He shakes his head. He comes back to you, his fingers teasing the lips of your cunt. Just as you think he’s going to open you up, he doesn’t.
He slaps your pussy, causing your back to arch and you to moan out in pain and pleasure. “Slut” He mutters and does it again, getting the same reaction out of you. Small pleas that are incoherent leave your mouth. Spencer’s fingers brush in between your thighs and he smiles. Grinning like the devil. He kisses your thighs and then trails them up your stomach up to the valley in between your breasts.
He chuckles and starts to leave love bites on your collarbone, neck and chest. “Mine” He whispers in your ear before kissing your earlobe and working his way over to your other to do the same thing. He crawls down from the top of your body back down to your lower half.
“I cant.” You whisper.
His grin grows, “Cant what?”
“I need more.” Your lip trembles as his breath ghosts over your heat. “I need you to fuck me.” Tears start at the corner of your eyes as he sucks little hickeys onto your hip bones.
“You gotta apologize. You broke my rules like a bad bad girl, bunny” He scolds
You sniffle, “M’sorry for breaking the rules like a bad girl,” You hiccup, “I’ll be a good girl. I pr-promise!”
He smiles at your crying; the tears falling down your pretty face. You bat your wet eyelashes and your cheeks turn rosy from the act. He comes up to your face and kisses your tears, bringing a finger to part your lips and you let out a moan at the small stimulation.
The sound is embarrassing. It’s wet. And sticky. And loud. Spencer loves it. He brings the finger to his lips and moans, a meek squeak coming from yours. He then undoes his belt. The sound causing your thighs to clench together. He takes his clothes off, stroking his cock as he comes to the edge of the bed and parts your legs. He puts your calves on his shoulders and lines himself up with your hole.
He slides in with no resistance, your tight cunt sucking him up immediately. His hand comes down to your thigh as the other holds one of your legs on his shoulders, “Was made for me.” He mumbles to himself. He looks down at you in bliss. Your mouth is open and your eyes are rolled back, your panting and you hold the ties with all your might. “Are you just a dumb bunny when a cock is in her?” He teases lightly, now thrusting in and out you while kissing your ankle to show love and affection. “Fuck”
You babble as he thrusts in you. Small uh’s or little moans of his name. He also hears you say he has the best dick, and that he can take whatever he needs. Soon your clenching hard and he brings one finger down to mess with your clit. “Cum.” He orders you.
Just like that, to his will, your body lets go. Arching for him and giving yourself to him as he cums into your body, a warm flood you welcome.
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Miserable
//fem!reader x idol!Han//
Synopsis: You see a picture of a gorgeous woman and a man that looks like Han, so you try and confront him.
Genre: Angst
Warnings: reader is described as a woman, yelling, Han has a tantrum (?)
A/N: I literally just listened to Han’s new song and RUSHED to write this. When you read you may catch a couple of the lyrics in there 👀
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“Get away from me Han,” You say, snatching your hand from his grip and jogging to your bedroom. He runs after you, grabbing at your shirt to slow you down.
“Baby please” He sobs, “I swear it’s not what you think. I swear it wasn’t me”
He’s in hysterics. Crying so loud that you can’t even hear yourself think. Someone had sent you a picture of what looked to be Han and another woman getting cozy in a club.
When you confronted him he only laughed at you. In his mind, you were ridiculous for even thinking he would cheat on you. He was obsessed with you, and you knew that.
You just wanted to have an honest conversation about everything. The guy in the photo looked similar to Han but you knew deep down that wasn’t him, still, you wanted to confront your lover just to be sure.
This was one of those moments where you needed reassurance. He had millions of people who were falling at his feet every day. He could have anyone he wanted. So, when you saw the picture and you saw how gorgeous that woman was- it kinda spooked you.
Even if you believed it wasn’t him, you just wanted to hear him confirm that he’d never do that.
Unfortunately, he didn’t react how you thought he would. You knew he would have been a little taken aback by the sudden accusation but you didn’t know he’d start laughing in your face while calling you “crazy” and “delusional”
“Be serious” He chuckled, snatching your phone to look down at the picture, “That doesn’t even look like me. Plus, I hate clubs AND whenever I’m not with the guys, I’m with you.”
You nodded silently and reached for your phone, to where he only held it in the air where you couldn’t reach it
“I can’t believe you even brought this bullshit to my attention. Do not trust me?”
“It’s not that” You quickly say, “I just needed to hear you deny it. That’s all”
He laughed more. Finally, giving your phone back before looking you up and down
“You must be cheating, with all this projection going on.”
You were shocked, “Excuse me?”
“I mean, why else would you show me this bullshit? Tell me, who’s in your head right now? Someone other than me?”
That comment hurt you. You understood if he was upset at you, but did he have to react this way?
You weren’t even accusatory when you brought it up. You started off by telling him you loved him but wanted him to be honest. Why was he being so hostile?
You were feeling a bit insecure, and you just wanted the truth.
The nonsense continued as you started to zone out. He shouldn’t be talking to you like this, even if he was upset with you.
Again, it’s not like you thought that was him, but your insecurities got the best of you. You couldn’t help but ask him, you needed to know he only had eyes for you.
But seeing how he reacted -how childish he was being, and how he was speaking so terribly to you- you started to doubt the relationship.
“Let’s take a break” You mumble. Walking away as Han was in the middle of a rant. As if a flipped switched, his rude and disrespectful attitude turned into an apologetic and regetful one.
“What? A break? A break for what? Baby that’s not me, I already told you that”
You ignored his pleas to talk this out. You tried to talk, but he wasn’t having it. Why should you hear him out?
He grabbed and held onto you while you tried to get to the bedroom. You could already feel the tears starting to wet your shoulder as he hugged you tightly from behind.
“Move Han,” You say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp
That went on for a while, him crying and begging you to stop while you made your way to the room. When you finally got in there, he was nearly screaming as you began to pack a bag.
“BABY NO” He yells, causing you to jump in surprise, “DON'T LEAVE ME. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU.”
You continue to pack as he goes to your side and drops to his knees. His face is wet with tears and his lip is quivering slightly as sobs continue to pour from his mouth.
“I WAS NEVER OUT WITH THAT WOMAN. I ONLY WANT YOU. YOU’RE THE ONLY GIRL I’D EVER WANT. I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME”
You still ignored him and managed to get three days worth of clothes in your small suitcase. You planned to stay at your parent’s house.
You set your suitcase on the bed and walked to the bathroom to grab soap and your toothbrush. While you were out, Han started to put all your clothes back in the drawer. You only rolled your eyes when you saw what he was doing.
“Stop Han. Just let me go”
“Baby that wasn’t me!”
“Okay, and?” You say, causing him to give a confused look through his tears, “I get that you’re upset that I brought this up, but the way you talked to me was not warranted”
“Baby please, I’m sorry. I was just mad and wanted to hurt you because you hurt me!”
You groan, “Even if you’re mad, you communicate. How dare you call me crazy and all that other shit? Laughing in my face? Then accused me of being a cheater?”
“Y-You accused me!?”
“I asked if that was you, all I needed was a no. I just needed the reassurance, but you decided to be a fucking asshole”
You went back to your drawers and pulled out your clothes again. His screams started back up when you were fully packed.
“Y/N I'M SORRY. I’LL NEVER TALK TO YOU LIKE THAT AGAIN. I’LL NEVER MAKE FUN OF YOUR FEELINGS AGAIN!”
“Mhm” You shrug, rushing to the front door, “We’ll talk about our relationship when I get back”
“Baby don’t go away”
He grabs your suitcase, preventing you from leaving. You let out an exhausted sigh and turned to look at him. His eyes were already bloodshot. His shirt had streaks of tears staining it, and his hair was all disheveled from running his fingers through it.
“I’ll be miserable without you. I can’t function without you. We can work through this. Just don’t leave me. I can’t even handle you being gone for a few minutes, never mind a couple of days”
You sigh, thinking over the conversation in your head. You were taught to never allow disrespect, and you two were usually good about being aware of one another’s feelings.
You upset him, which you understood.
He shouldn’t have said what he said though.
You were conflicted for a few seconds but decided to leave so you could clear your mind.
“We’ll talk later.” That was all you said as you let go of the suitcase and walked out the door.
It took everything in him not to run after you, but he was content knowing you’d be back.
He sunk to the floor, weeping silently and counting down the seconds until you returned to him.
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omg????? imagine gyu making you ride his thigh while he's gaming, bouncing his leg occasionally just to see you whine and cry cause it feels too god but not as good as his cock god god i love meanie gyu <3
GAMER!BEOMGYU
note. glad to see people talking abt this bc meanie gamer!gyu is just something that i need to be vocal abt </3 i kinda went with the concept u sent, but also kinda changed some things 🤭
so you’re horny and desperate and you just need him to stuff you full of cock or else you’re literally gonna die. but he could care less about your needs in that moment because his game is getting serious and soobin keeps fucking up.
gyu is well aware that soobin’s mistakes are all because he can hear the desperation in your pleas for dick. he can’t have that, though— can’t have you being a needy slut ruin his chances at being top of the leaderboard, so he gives you his thigh to shut you up.
he mutes his mic, “come use my thigh, baby, but keep quiet, yeah? can’t let soobin hear you.” he’d tell you while he was waiting for the next round to start.
and you’re not that dumb, so obviously you accept the offer, thanking him as you straddle his thigh.
you roll your hips keeping your whimpers to a minimum so his best friend can’t hear you— but he most definitely can.
you’re moving faster and faster and your moans are growing louder and you’re feeling good, but you need more. it’s not enough to get you off and you don’t care if beomgyu is in the middle of his game, you need it. need him. need his cock fucking you open and making you cry.
it’s pissing beomgyu off— soobin is in his own world listening to your now-loud moans and you’re still begging for more like a slut even though he’s already given you so much. he figures he needs to just turn off the game and let his older friend tend to his needs, so he does.
you’re in for it when he’s done. he end up being so mean to you :( bouncing his leg up and down, flexing the muscle, getting you close to you orgasm and reveling in the way you beg and cry for him just so he can tear it away for you by gripping your hips and laugh menacingly.
“oh, baby,” he coos. “did you really think you were gonna cum after that?”
you whimper, attempting (and failing miserably) to grind and chase your much-needed orgasm. “gyu, please!” you cry and it only makes him laugh harder.
“i’m sorry, but you know that sluts don’t get to cum.”
you know he’s not really sorry when he wickedly smiles at the way tears fill your does eyes. he can be so cruel sometimes.
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pairing: levi x reader
cw: comfort from y/n, kinda angst but fluff at the end
- burdens -
even the strongest people need to be vulnerable from time to time. the calm and unbreakable exterior most of them hold on the verge of shattering to a million pieces, one single thing can push them over the edge.
levi was no exception. having the title of humanity's strongest soldier was more of a burden than an honor. people looked up to him for strength when everything is on the verge of falling apart. but, who does he look up to when he is on the verge of falling apart?
growing up, levi was never given the chance to show weakness. being born and raised in the underground city where having your guard up all the time is the number one basis of survival.
it didn't change when he got to the surface. it was a responsibility for him at that point to always remain strong for the people around him. like mentioned before, the title of humanity's strongest soldier was more of a burden than an honor.
just like everyone else, you also looked up to levi. you admired him for his strength, his unbreakable mask of stoicism, his ability to remain calm even when the situation is being held together by a single thread.
there had been times where you wondered if he was capable of feeling emotions, if he was capable of being weak and vulnerable, if he was capable of being human. you knew he was but you didn't know if he trusted you enough to let you see them.
over the course of a few years, levi has started to open up himself to you - even went far as getting into a relationship with you. he trusted you the most out of everyone in the survey corps but even though you were together, even you have never seen him vulnerable.
walking down the empty halls of the survey corps, you made your way back to levi's office. you were struggling to fall asleep just a few hours prior and decided to do some late night training to get yourself tired.
softly yawning, you were already half asleep when a soft whimper suddenly reached your ears. you stopped in your tracks, high on alert and wide awake as you listened in for the sound.
after a few seconds, you found out that the whimpers were coming behind the closed doors of levi's office.
you froze. you have never seen him show weakness before and you weren't sure whether or not he wants you to see him weak. but your instincts to protect him were kicking in.
meanwhile, on the other side of the door was levi on the verge of having a panic attack. it creeps up on him at the most unexpected of times, and the reason behind his attacks were unknown to him most of the time.
his eyes shut close, trying to calm himself down by taking deep breaths. all that comes out of him were strained whimpers as his body shook uncontrollably.
he willed his attack to not creep up on him, especially not when you could walk inside his office at any given minute. levi trusted you, he trusts you enough to see him weak and vulnerable. but he wasn't sure if you'd look at him the same way if you ever saw him like that, especially when he knew that you looked up to him as much as the rest of the survey corps did.
"levi?" your voice reached his ears as his eyes opened, darting to the closed doors to his office. he debated on letting you in or not - no one has ever seen him weak. no one.
but at the same time, he felt like he was going to die.
levi trusts you. but he wasn't sure if you'd look at him the same way if you ever saw him like that, especially when he knew that you looked up to him as much as the rest of the survey corps did.
but at that moment, due to the intensity of his attack, the only thing he could think about was you. to have you next to him.
"y/n" levi choked out, almost a plea as you immediately pushed open the door. you urgently walked inside his office, making sure to close the door behind you to give the both of you some privacy.
“levi” you breathed, crossing the room and made your way to his desk. he was holding his head in his hands, his body was visibly shaking from what you could tell was a panic attack.
"can i- can i hold you, levi?" you asked, carefully reaching out a hand to give him the option to refuse. relief. relief was all levi felt when you asked him that question.
he didn't hesitate on nodding, even turning his chair to crash himself in your arms as you held him tightly against you. you ran your hand through his hair, quietly assuring him to calm him from his attack.
"i've got you. i've got you, my love. shh" you whispered as a sob broke from levi's lips and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. you teared up from the sound but you willed yourself to stay strong.
"i-i-i'm s-sorry" levi choked out, trying to pull away from you but you held him firm. he was sorry because you saw him weak, you saw him vulnerable, you saw the side of him that he swore no one should ever see.
he was sorry for being human. he didn't need to voice it out but you understood.
"hey, shh. don't apologize, it's alright, levi. you've been strong for way too long, my love. you're bound to break at some point and that's alright, you're human after all. you need to have someone to lean on for support too and that's alright. it's alright, levi" you assured, running your hand down his back soothingly as another sob broke through levi's lips. he felt his body relax in your touch, your words being all that he needs to hear. all that he needed was you.
the both of you stayed in silence for a while, just you holding him while his panic attack subsided. it took a while but you were willing to sit there and hold him until the sun rises the next day if that's what it took.
after a while, levi pulled away from you as you looked at him. you wiped away the tears that stained his cheeks and cupped his face in your hands. he immediately melted into your touch, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm.
"thank you" levi said as you smiled softly at him, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. you didn't need to hear him voice it, you understood that he was thanking you for letting him be vulnerable, for letting him feel emotions, for giving him a safe space to be human and to lay down his burdens for once.
people looked up to him for strength when everything is on the verge of falling apart. and levi look up to you when he is on the verge of falling apart.
"come on, let's get some rest"
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Hey there! I really like your Faust shorts. Usually I’m nervous about requesting stuff, but I wanted to ask. Do you think maybe you could do Bard and a younger fan reader who’s been helping out at helvete for a job? He calls her “little lady,” both because she’s younger and way shorter than him lol. Maybe some of her bullies come into the shop and start teasing her, but then scary tall lanky boy comes out with the scary dog energy and scars them off? And when he sees that she’s kinda upset still about what happens he offers to let her pick out the horror movie they’re gonna watch together. Just cute platonic stuff with a smug of a crush on readers side lol
My little Lady - Faust x fem!reader
warning : alcohol, cuddling, use of a knife and gun
Info : Hi hi thanks for the request anon don't be nervous the only bad thing that could happen is a ,,No". So have fun reading this and hope you and others likes it ;)
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Helvete was the place to go if you were looking for like-minded people, weirdos, crazy people, satanists or simply a distraction.
It was a store for freaks, for people who didn't want to belong in society and didn't do so. A store that was nevertheless a home for very specific people.
A home that became a place where all the freaks could meet to be just that. Freaks. It was the store where the little lady stayed, at least that's what Faust always called her.
The younger employee who initially only helped out at the weekend was now an employee and a member of the store. At first, the boys had almost laughed at her when she came in because of her size she almost seemed to still be at school.
Although this was not the case, it was an unusual view, but by the time she proved herself on the drums and especially in her knowledge of music, she had the respect of the group. Her knowledge went so far that she only had to hear one note to know which song and band it was.
A talent that the biggest of the group, Faust, found particularly amusing. When he wasn't asleep, at home or watching horror movies, he was always in the store and a friendship soon developed between the two of them.
What started with a ,,Here, let me help you" and him taking a box from her to put it on the highest shelf usually ended with an extended evening in the store where they both listened to their favorite music.
She gave him a new knife for his birthday and he gave her a pair of boots with heels. Heels that made her a little taller, but not quite enough to even come close to her.
But she loved these boots and wore them almost every day, even on the day the door to the store opened and a certain group came in. Great, she thought as she looked up from the box of new records.
It was the new print of the Venom album and many would be coming in tomorrow so she wanted to get everything ready. But when she saw exactly who was standing in the doorway, she had to stifle a frustrated cry.
,,Well, if it isn't the freak," she heard the leader of her "friends" say, and she hadn't been able to get rid of the three of them since she had left the church.
She had met the three of them at the church and when she started wearing a little more black, well, Satan always shows himself in the strangest places.
,,If you want to buy something, make it otherwise," she tried, trying to suppress the fear and discomfort in her voice. But as the three approached her, she slowly moved away, wanting to escape, wanting to stop being the victim.
,,Oh, we're buying... only the customer service isn't that good, is it, boys?" he asked and suddenly the other two began to take the records out of their packaging and smash them. Their pleas and screams to stop stopped as the oldest of the three approached them.
She pushed hard with her back against the corner and her fear showed when he slid his fingers to her earrings. ,,It would be a shame to lose it," he murmured and placed his fingers on the upturned cross earring. ,,Don't do that," she said, her voice brittle and full of fear that he would tear her earring off.
Tears formed in her eyes as she watched more records being destroyed, the pain in her ear intensifying. Before suddenly footsteps could be heard from the cellar.
They sounded heavy and the steps creaked under the older man. ,,If I were you, you go now!" he hissed and she saw the knife flash in his hand as he looked at the three of them from behind his hair. ,,And what if you don't?" one of the three asked and threw a record at the larger one.
But Faust caught it and threw it so precisely that the edge cut the little one. ,,I'm... bleeding," he said firmly and backed away slowly, while the other fled, cursing as Faust pointed the knife at him.
,,What, are you going to kill me?" the leader asked, letting go of the young woman and walking towards the taller one, who towered over him. But Faust just smirked before grabbing the smaller one by the collar and pulling him towards him.
The coldness of the knife lay against the younger man's throat. ,,Do you want to find out?" he asked and saw the fear slowly forming in his gaze as he tore himself away and ran out screaming.
Before the door closed and Faust instantly lost the creepy energy. But in all of this she felt the rapid beating of her heart, which she knew was not only due to her fear.
Perhaps she had developed a little crush on him in all this time. But above all, he had her gratitude. ,,Thank you... Faust," she said and threw her arms around him, hugging the taller one, who lifted her up with a smile and twirled around slightly.
,,Come on, little lady, pick a movie and I'll make some popcorn...no one should say you were afraid of them," he said with a grin and went into the professional kitchen before she settled into the beanbag and decided on Halloween.
Already feeling much more relaxed watching the beginning, she soon felt the bowl of popcorn in her lap. ,,I couldn't have made a better choice, little lady," he said, slapping her lightly on the arm before he took some popcorn and she leaned against him before they both enjoyed the movie together.
But inside they both knew that they would give their lives to the other. They would look out for each other...they always would.
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#lord of chaos 2018#loc 2018#valter skarsgård#loc faust#lords of chaos faust#faust x reader#lords of chaos faust x reader
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Please, pleas consider an AU where Jayce tries to reject the council seat like maybe he says that he'll only take a seat if Viktor also has one,, and obvs there are 2 options either they say no and Jayvik can fuck off and do science in peace (i am in denial abt the up coming divorce) or they say yes and they both kinda suffer this time together edition!
Ugh, honestly option 1 would have solved so much… Jayce would have been spending more time in the lab, and they would have been channeling their collective energies into creating instead of solving trade disputes and Hexgate security issues. One of the main arguments they had was that Viktor thought they weren’t doing enough to use Hextech to help the people of the Undercity, and the reason for this was because Jayce was having to put all his energy into being a counselor. Jayce also would have noticed Viktor’s failing health a lot sooner, and likely also noticed how reckless he was being with the Hexcore, possibly avoiding the Sky situation entirely.
But option 2??? Oh my god, Viktor would have absolutely despised being a counselor… he would have been miserable and angry and bitter. I think he would have lasted a week tops dealing with their bureaucracy before he snapped and went full gremlin mode—letting loose a fully unhinged ten minute rant laden with the foulest language he can muster in two languages, leading to him (probably both of them) being censured and removed from the council. And possibly thrown in jail, haha.
But up until then, they might actually get some shit done with the council?? Like, yeah Viktor would have hated it (Jayce obv hated it too, but he sucked it up and tried to do his best), but with Viktor’s steadfast commitment to helping people and Jayce’s ability to turn that into a speech/presentation those bureaucrats would actually listen to? Damn, fucking power couple. Zaun may have had its independence much, much sooner, avoiding Silco’s entire campaign and Jinx’s extreme measures.
Ugh, what could have been…
#can I just say#from the bottom of my heart#OOF#arcane#jayvik#jayce talis#arcane Jayce#arcane viktor#Viktor arcane#asks#ace answers
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START YOUR ENGINES
after getting over a bad breakup, you thought going to a racing experience would be different. it was bound to get your mind off of things, right? however two boys in particular couldn't keep their eyes off of you; causing a chain of events that were sure to light fire in your stomach.
RACE TO YOUR HEART series
PAIRING kim woonhak x fem! reader x myung jaehyun
WC 4.5k
TAGS adults dni. racecar driver au. no poly relationship. mentions of toxic relationship. friendly arguing. mention of fire. jae is a fucking flirt. they both kinda are idk. kys jokes.
TAGLIST @skullverse
OMI NOTE to begin with, i may or may not be utterly obsessed with this series. i tried to make it as accurate as possible since i know close to nothing about cars in general, let alone racecars (can you tell i can't drive yet.) but i did my best.
adrenaline ran through every vein, every trigger in their bodies. fingers tightly wrapped around the steering wheel as they waited for that sweet start. and when the green flag initiated release, impatient feet slammed on the gas.
engines revving couldn’t mask the sound of each racers ego shooting out of their exhaust pipes. flashes of shiny colors sped by down the hot pavement, a crowd of people screaming the names of their respective favorites. pretty girls in uniform leaned over the the railing, checkered flags in their hands.
but that wasn’t the reason woonhak and jaehyun glanced back and forth from the road in front of them and their rear view mirror. something caught their eye, something much more sincere than any flag girl.
despite the large crowd, you stood out to them. and not because you were cheering louder than everyone, not because you were making a scene, but because you looked bored. that was far from the actual truth, but how could they let a cute girl leave unphased?
the expression on your face remained blank, completely opposite of your excited friend next to you. breakups were hard, and you were unsure if going to a racecar driving event would mend your broken heart. but you listened to her pleas to get you out of the house, knowing she only meant well.
everything was so distracting, but maybe that was a good thing after all. the last thing you wanted was to turn back to the boy you used to love the most, knowing all too well that he destroyed you. it had been months, so putting on a front was easiest part.
the race continued like normal, every man for themselves fighting to be the one that crosses the squared black and white line. both of the boys sped up impressively, shooting down the road to pass on their competitors, yet still neck and neck with one another. titanium skid blocks underneath the cars produced fiery sparks that trailed down the concrete.
tension emit from every corner of the stadium, fans on the edge of their seat. popcorn kernels were discarded on the floor and beer cans were crushed under seats, that being the integrity of events like these. people around you practically squatting, awaiting the cue to erupt into screams.
energy was at an all time high on the track, lap after lap inching closer to victory. racecars zero - six and zero - three were almost going at the same fast pace, leaving any other participant back in the dust. the final lap came around, the names woonhak and jaehyun ringing through the loud speakers.
it was about to happen, the audience holding back even a single blink to perfectly grasp who would touch the finish line first. seconds felt like they were increasingly slowing down, yet before you could count down any longer, a car drove by and the checkered flag was waved down. silence
“put your hands together for your new first place medal holder, kim woonhak!”
cheers erupted from the stands, your friend jumping up and down with joy and taking you with her. the boy who’s supposedly named woonhak took his helmet off and waved to the audience, putting hand hearts to the side of his face in a cutesy manner. another boy followed closely behind him and gave him a pat on the back.
people filed out almost immediately, in hopes to catch a glimpse at some of the racers. autographs were being signed in a safe spot away from the track. grabbing your hand, your friend took you down the stairs in an attempt to meet her idol, and the newest winner, woonhak.
you followed along with a sigh, letting her get excited so she wouldn’t worry for you any more. when you got towards the bottom, the catch fence towered above you with great height which caught you by surprise. the line got extremely long, giving you a sense of false hope for a supposed autograph.
“hey, i’m going to go to the bathroom okay? when you’re done i’ll be at the car if that’s okay.” you tell the jittery girl.
“awh alright, y/nnie. i’m sorry if you didn’t have any fun. hopefully this will be quick!” she smiled, waving you off as you left towards the bathroom.
in complete honesty, you didn’t have to use the bathroom at all. you just needed an excuse to get away from the chaos. there was a small closed off area that was open for anyone to stay by, yet it was completely empty. leaning against the wall, you let yourself slide down and plop on the floor.
considering the circumstance, it would take forever for her to get an autograph and a picture, so you busied yourself on your phone for a little while.
however, you failed to realize the cheerful second place winner from the track spotted you trotting away from the crowd, making him grow curiouser and curiouser. he snuck around a few large walls before he wasn’t too far from you, the sound of his helmet clanking against his suit was drowned out by whatever you were occupying yourself with.
“hi, are you lost?” the voice said, poking his head around the corner to look down at you sitting on the floor.
“oh– i’m sorry! am i not supposed to be here?” you jolt at his sudden presence.
“no, you’re totally allowed to be here. i was just curious is all.” he smiled, “i’m myung jaehyun, i don’t know if you remember me from the race but i kind of got second place. no rhyme intended.”
“right, i’m y/n! it’s nice to meet you, where are my manners? i do recognize you.” you try to stand up and shake his hand, but he’s already sitting himself down in front of you.
“don’t worry about it, it’s nice to meet you too! did you enjoy the race?” jaehyun quirked an eyebrow, curious of your reaction.
“yes! it was great, especially when you guys.. raced?” you respond, though it almost seemed like you were asking a question.
“you don’t have to lie, it’s chill. i kind of saw you in the stands and you looked distracted?” he wondered.
“was it really that obvious? gosh i hope i didn’t throw you off your game by seeming uninterested.” you frown, “a lot has been on my mind recently and my friend offered to take me out of the house. she’s a huge fan of racecar driving, and kim woonhak.. but i’m not sure which one she likes more to be honest.”
“you’re funny, woonhak has that effect on people. but i swear i’m his biggest fan. hopefully you can come to a race whenever your head clears up?” he laughs casually like he’s known you his entire life.
“maybe i will. it did seem pretty tense right before they announced the winner. i was kind of curious myself.”
“then hopefully next time i’ll win, maybe give you a show worth watching.” he grinned at you, making a tint wash over your cheeks.
“right! do you know when you’re holding your next one?” you ask.
“our next one.. i believe at the end of the month? woonhak and i will be driving still, as well as the third place winner, but the rest will be all new drivers from around the world!” he answers you.
“i’ll see, thats not too long from now–” your words were interrupted by a cheerfully excited voice.
“jaehyun! where are you?!” he searched around, finally landing his gaze on you before his face contorted into a scowl, “jae, what are you doing?”
“woonhak, this is y/n. and y/n, you already know him. i invited her to our next race at the end of the month.” jaehyun told him.
“so she can see you lose again?” woonhak teased playfully.
“hey! you got youngest luck, all of your fangirls were screaming your name from the rooftops. the myungz fandom is lacking!” jaehyun defended.
“it’s not luck if it’s twice in a row you lame - o. y/n, you saw me shooting down there, right?” woonhak looked over at you for answers.
“not exactly..? i wasn’t paying the most attention and i’m so sorry.” you mumble in embarrassment.
“it’s no problem, that just means you have to come to the next one!” jaehyun smirks, patting your knee lightly.
“like i said, i don’t know right now, but i’ll definitely consider it!” you brush off lightly, glancing over at your phone.
four new messages and two missed calls, all from your friend. getting caught in between these two boys made you completely forget. there wasn’t going to be an autographing line if the main racer wasn’t there, how could you not notice?
concern washes over your face, making them stop their bickering to look at you. sending her a quick text, you let her know you’ll be back at the car in second.
“i’m really sorry guys but i completely lost track of time. i have to get back to my friend.” woonhak holds out a hand for you to help yourself up, which you accept.
“that’s too bad, i wanted to get to know you a little better. you seem really cool.” jaehyun compliments you out of the blue.
“yeah, me too.” woonhak adds on, his hand still holding onto yours lightly.
“oh, wait! me and woon are going to free run the tracks tomorrow, you should totally stop by tomorrow and hang out!” jaehyun realizes, excitement washing over him like an energetic puppy.
“that’s a good idea, why didn’t i think of that? we won’t be out for very long, and we can show you our cars up close.” puppy number two says, giving jae a high five and a pat on the back.
“i mean, i’m not busy tomorrow?” you tell them, failing to think of a proper excuse.
“then that means..” they both say in unison.
“fuck it, what time do you want me to be here?”
twenty four hours ago, if you had told yourself you would be secretly coming back to a race track with no authorized permission to do so for two golden retriever boys, you wouldn’t believe yourself. whatever convinced you to go through with this must have brainwashed you until you didn’t even know your own name.
though you knew exactly what got through your head, because their pleading eyes never left your mind. your friend would be extremely confused if she found out you were sneaking around with her favorite racers after supposedly ‘not enjoying’ the event yesterday.
but there you were, walking down by the wall closest to the track in search of familiar faces. it felt weird being in an empty place that’s usually lively and awfully loud. abandoned merchandise scattered along the floor where warm bodies used to stay. chills ran down your spine at this thought.
faint music played in the distance, alerting you that maybe they were closer than you thought they would be. you walked towards the noise to find out, seeing the two of them fixing up their cars. what they were doing exactly? you had no clue, cars were never really your thing, let alone race cars.
“um, hello!” you spoke up, catching their attention.
“y/n, hey!” jaehyun approached you, catching you in a sudden hug.
“we’re happy that you could make it!” woonhak beamed brightly.
“of course, didn’t wanna go back on my word or anything.” you vowed.
“jae and i were just going to do a few laps, then we were thinking we could order lunch? we’ll give you the best spot to view, and we won’t take long!” woonhak hovered a hand on your shoulder, placing it down gently when you didn’t pull away.
“there’s a section that’s usually super empty, but we personally think it’s the greatest. everyone is missing out.” jaehyun shrugs, putting his arms through the sleeves of his uniform.
“oh, sure! thank you guys for showing me this, i’m very honored.” you nod politely.
“we’re not crazy celebrities yet, so don’t worry about being so formal with us.” woonhak reassured, holding his hand out, “let me take you over there right now!”
you blush slightly as woonhak leads you away, not processing the look of envy behind jaehyun’s eyes. the walk wasn’t very far, but the grip woonhak had on your hand was inescapable. he gave you fond glances every now and then that sent sparks to your heart. you tried your best to push this down.
they were right by giving this specific seating arrangement good rep, as it had an amazing view of the track. taking a seat on one of the benches that woonhak pointed to, he let out a breathy exhale.
“this is it, isn’t it pretty awesome?” he looks out into the distance, admiring the dark asphalt almost glittering in the sun.
“you guys were right, the view is really good. thank you.” you gave your thanks.
“seriously, y/n. it’s no problem! we’re glad to have you here to watch us.” he sits himself down next to you.
“i’m not used to this, is all. i was kind of taken aback when you guys invited me, i guess? aren’t i just some stranger?” you asked the boy curiously.
“stranger, sure. but jae and i think you’re too cute to look so bored.”
“huh?!”
“ah– i’m sorry that was kind of out of pocket!” he laughed nervously, “what i mean is that we’re pretty used to the energy from the crowd, and we didn’t want to leave a single person not excited. he told me you had a lot on your mind apparently, and thought it was a good idea for you to come hang out with us.”
“that’s actually.. very sweet. i’m not sure what to say.” you admit sheepishly.
“you don’t have to say anything, just enjoy yourself!” he stands up from his seat, “we’ll talk more when we get food, i’m gonna go grab my car and you can watch us do some laps.”
“okay, that sounds good!”
woonhak left you by yourself, picking up a slight jog back to jae. the situation at hand was so random that it made you forget about everything for a moment. hopefully, you’d be able to put everything aside for now and try your best to move on. what they were doing was kind, and disappointing them feared you.
the sun's golden rays painted the pavement in warm hues, you felt a unique blend of curiosity and anticipation. before you, the track stretched out like a ribbon, a playground for speed and skill. your attention is suddenly drawn to two figures pulling up to the start with their cars.
they give you a wave, before the revving of their engines is all you could hear. with a burst of acceleration, they're off, racing side by side into the first turn. you follow their every move, eyes tracking the graceful dance of their cars as they navigate each curve and straightaway. it was a mesmerizing display of skill, the cars almost an extension of their bodies as they maneuver down the road.
you began to grow glad that they invited you out, feeling much more positive emotion towards the sport than you did yesterday. yet as you focus more on their prowess on the track, you began to realize something else. every time they made contact with you, their desperateness to get you to hang out with them, a compliment slipping from woonhak’s lips not too long ago. were they flirting with you, and you’d been to dense to properly notice?
their couple laps continued as normal, but you find yourself between the exhilaration of their mini race and the growing awareness that maybe they didn’t intend to be exactly friends. unsure of what to think, you continued watching the race in an attempt to ignore the stutter of your heart beat.
once the two boys were finished, they immediately came back to you to see your opinions. beads of sweat dripped down their forehead as they approached you.
“how was it?” woonhak said, excited to hear your input.
“it was cool! i don’t know much about cars but it definitely kept me on my toes.” you reply honestly, watching the both of them smile brightly.
“that’s good you were more interested this time around! next time i’ll have to take you around with me.” jaehyun winks at you.
“sounds fun!” you try your best to ignore his very obvious and dramatic wink.
“we ordered pizza on the way back to you, it should be almost here.” woonhak interrupted, giving jae a light shove, “let’s go back?”
you nod, feeling the bubble of hunger forming in your stomach. the three of you walked back to where you originally started when you got to the track. it was almost like a garage, with various tools scattered everywhere and some bean - bags in the corner.
arriving back, you settle yourself down on one of the seats while woonhak leaves to get the food from the delivery guy.
“hey, are you okay?” jaehyun asks randomly.
“i’m fine, why wouldn’t i be?” you perk up your head.
“i was just wondering since you said you had a lot on your mind yesterday. i hope you weren’t forcing yourself to come here today.” his words sounded sincere.
“don’t worry about that, i’ve been trying to distract myself anyways so this was a good excuse.” you explain, “i don’t want to get into any specific details, but i went through a breakup about a month or two ago? it was kind of rough but i’m starting to get over it.”
“oh, shit. i’m sorry y/n.” he mumbles awkwardly.
“hey, if anything you’re doing me a favor. i know we don’t know each other very well, but i’m glad to have someone else to talk to.”
“glad that i can be here, woon and i will keep you company! we kind of talk a lot? so you’ll know us like the back of your hand asap.”
“you’re too sweet, i’m shocked you guys don’t have girlfriends yet.” you realize.
“girlfriends– oh, yeah! i do kind of have my eye on someone right now, but i don’t know if she’ll want to go out with me if i asked right now.” he mentioned, rubbing the back of his neck. you internally facepalmed, you should’ve known that he was just being nice.
“oh– if you like her, then you should just ask her. the worst thing she can do is say no.” you stammer, “but maybe my advice isn’t that good!”
“okay then, if you think that i should,” he didn’t argue, “y/n, would you like to hang out with me sometime? it doesn’t have to be a date or anything..”
“me..?” your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat or two, maybe three.
“is there another y/n in the room with us?” he jokes.
“this was probably the last thing i expected, you didn’t have to trick me like that!” you pout, making him smile.
“i just used your advice! but in all seriousness, you don’t have to say yes if you’re still hung over your breakup. you deserve someone good at the right time.”
“you know what? i’d love to go out with you sometime. it could be fun. i just don’t want you to think i’m trying to rebound or anything.”
“y/n, i could never think that of you. you seem very sincere, and i know you’re just trying to improve yourself.”
“that’s a relief then, was there anywhere in specific you were thinking?”
“here, put your number in my phone and i’ll text you when there’s something that pops up! i haven’t really planned that far ahead, but maybe we can do something the weekend before our big race?” he hands you his cell phone, open to the contacts page.
“then i’m in.” you smile at him, punching in your digits before handing it back to him.
“i hope you guys like pineapple on pizza!” woonhak announces, walking back into the room and placing the box in front of you two.
“dude? i don’t even like pineapple!” jaehyun whines.
“i know, that’s what makes it funny.” woonhak grins mischievously, falling back on one of the bean bags.
“bro?”
“i’m kidding, it’s half pineapple and half pepperoni.”
“i’ll eat anything, i’m just really hungry..” you mumble, placing a hand over your stomach.
jaehyun lifted the cardboard lid of the pizza box open, and each of you grabbed a slice to eat. in between rushed bites of the food you shared, you guys talked a lot. jae was right earlier when he said him and woonhak talked a lot, because you ended up learning a lot about them.
they were both still in school, but they did everything online since they were so busy with racing stuff. but besides racing, they enjoy singing and dancing a whole lot too. in all honesty, it caught you by surprise to hear the jump between their two completely different hobbies. they’re good friends with the other racers. as you heard the names sungho, riwoo, taesan, and leehan being juggled around a lot.
each of them were different in their own respective categories, but they were almost the same. both were extremely puppy - like, and had an immense amount of balled up energy. it was charming to you, and you found yourself laughing at everything they had to say.
when you got the opportunity to talk about yourself, besides relating to the occasional comment they’d make, you were happy to give them a basic run down. explaining all of your little interests, whether you had a job or not, and that you were also still in school. talking to them became as easy as breathing.
night time came by quickly, as much as you were starting to feel like you didn’t want to leave. the pizza box was quickly discarded as you continued conversation with the two boys, but you knew they were starting to realize that you had to go too. the sunset spread orange and purple hues amongst the sky.
“i had a lot of fun hanging out with you guys, really. you don’t know how much i appreciate the invite!” you express your gratitude, slinging your bag around your body.
“we had fun too, you have to come hang out with us more before the race, yeah?” woonhak begged.
“i will!”
“you have my number, y/n. so you know who to call when you’re feeling bored.” jaehyun smirks, which made you remember of the date that you had planned.
“i’ll walk you out to your car since it’s getting dark soon.” woonhak recommended, as you only responded with a nod.
“bye, jaehyun, i’ll message you!” you wave goodbye, the youngest boy treading on your heels as you walked out.
“do you live close?” woonhak asked next to you as you lead him to your car, hands in his pockets.
“it’s just a fifteen minute drive, nothing crazy. what about you?” you return his question.
“i live just slightly closer, that’s sort of how i got into racecar driving. when i was younger me and jae have always passed by the track on our bikes.” he reminisced for a moment.
“you and jaehyun have known each other since you were kids?”
“pretty much, we’ve always been super close. and we live in the same neighborhood!” he exclaimed, happy to be talking about his closest friend.
“that’s super cute, i can tell you guys are stuck to each others hip. i can see some competition there though, but i’m assuming it’s all friendly?” you point out.
“definitely, we have very similar motives so it’s bound to happen. but he’s like a big brother to me, even though he’s not that far off from me. don’t tell him i said that.” he mumbled, watching as you click the unlock button on your car keys.
“nothing wrong with a little friendly arguing.” you say, “thank you for walking me to my car, and again, for today.
“no problem, but actually i wanted to ask you something before you leave.” he leaned an arm on the top of your car, being tall enough to do so.
“what’s up?”
“would you maybe want to go out with me sometimes? date or not, you’re really pretty and um– i enjoyed talking to you a lot today!” he stammers, an unfamiliar timidness underlying his tone.
“woonhak i–” you were at a loss for words, “i’m so sorry but, jae asked me out earlier and i know you guys are friends so that would be really–”
“i know he did, he told me.”
“what?!”
“we both think you’re cool, y/n. that’s probably why you saw so much of us arguing? fighting i guess? but– we don’t want you to think you’re apart of a competition or anything! like of course it would be cool if me and you could go on a date but i wouldn’t be super pissed if you chose jaehyun or anything and–” he rambles.
“so let me get this straight, you and jaehyun want to go out with me,” you point at yourself, “but you actually like me and aren’t using me for a competition?”
“god it sounds so much worse when you say it like that.” he sighs, “i genuinely think you’re amazing, and if you would let me– i wouldn’t mind taking you out some time! i know you’ll be going with jaehyun too but there’s no hard feelings, trust me.”
“you two are.. very interesting. but honestly, i don’t see why not.” you gave in, watching the boys face light up.
“really?!”
“really. you seem genuine so i’ll take your word for it. granted that’s kind of what fucked me over last time but..”
“y/n i promise i won’t hurt you. we can always be friends, plus it doesn’t even have to be much of a date!” he covers up.
“i believe you, woonhak. i’ll see you around, okay?” you open your car door as he waves to you.
“bye, y/n!” he bids you goodbye eagerly, a large smile never failing to leave his face.
as soon as you shut yourself in the confines of your car, and the giddy boy is out of your vision, you let out the loudest groan imaginable. for once, you weren’t being completely delusional in the thought that both the boys took a liking to you. because now you sat, wallowing in your own self pity, with two dates lined up on your calender.
you were unsure if you were in a good mental position to go on dates, but the only thing that spending the day with woonhak and jaehyun taught you was that it would get better. it had been months, and you were realizing that maybe it was time to move on. you would never attempt to rebound with either of the boys, so on the bright side, you had the time up until these dates to grow.
this didn’t entail that you’d get in a relationship with one of them the second the date was over, but they would at least be in your consideration. with all of that, the big question still remained in your head. what exactly were you going to do?
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Hey guys...
Is… Is this Rukia’s weird roundabout way of saying "I love you"?
(More under the cut cause it gets kinda long XD)
Let me start off by saying that I’m more of a Bleach anime watcher than a manga reader, so I never saw this full scene until I happened to read an old Polynya post about it. (It’s really good, you should check it out!)
I had seen the second part, mostly in a humorous context about how Renji fails to conceal himself, but now that I have seen the full thing, it really kind of clicked for me. This isn’t just Rukia being instructive. This is Rukia’s weird and very roundabout way of saying "I love you" to Renji.
Now when I say that, I’m not saying this is Rukia’s big confession scene. I think she either confessed before or after this. If she confessed before, this is a confirmation. If she hasn’t, this is a “Listen, I desperately want to tell you I love you. I really, really do. But this isn’t exactly the time, what with the war and all, and also I’m still not sure if you’re in love with me (because I’m a bit of a lunkhead when it comes to these things). So instead, maybe I can just get the feeling across without actually having to say the words out loud.” So yeah, not a confession, just either a confirmation or a beating around the bush. Anyway, let’s get into it.
Let’s look at the first line.
“We’re gonna be landing right in the middle of enemy territory. If we’re surrounded we’ll be at a disadvantage even with our training.”
This tells me that she already sees them as a pair. Although to be fair, they would be fighting together (eventually anyway, after they split up and rejoin), so whether she means this romantically or not is a little more vague.
Let’s actually talk about the last part next since it’s the one I think circulates around more.
“So… …conceal yourself after every battle. Do not let the enemy get a jump on you! You got that?! Renji!!”
Now at first glance, this may come off as “typical Rukia bossiness” or in other words “typical Rukia”. But I don’t know, to me, it comes off more as a plea? I think it’s how it’s broken up. “Conceal yourself after every battle.” (stay hidden, stay safe) “Do not let the enemy get the jump on you! (your safety is more important to me than you beating up a bunch of bad guys) “You got that?! Renji!! (I need you and you specifically to get through this. You are important to me.) Now I’m pretty new to this whole writing thing, but I do know that generally when a writer/character repeats something, it’s because it’s pretty friggin’ important. So the fact that she repeats phrases asking for his safety, tells me that it’s really important to her. She’s not telling him to stay safe, she’s begging. Also, something about how she says his name here reminds me of how she said his name on Sokyoku Hill. I think it’s how it’s separated. It’s not, ‘You got that, Renji?” It’s “You got that?! Renji!!” as if to emphasize the way she is saying his name. It’s almost another way of saying, “You specifically are important to me.”
Now let’s go back to the second part, the line I’m not sure I had even seen until I saw the post.
“And knowing the way you fight, you’ll quickly attract attention.” “I’ll live with that. I’ve accepted it.”
This. This right here was the main line. She doesn't say, “I’ll deal with it”. Instead she says, “I’ll live with that. I’ve accepted it.” She understands his faults and has chosen to live with and accept them. She has chosen to accept him. That’s honestly pretty huge. I can't remember the last time someone has said that they understand my failings and accept them! I know I have people in my life who do, but to feel comfortable saying it all out loud is a whole nother thing! The shipper in me pushes the "I'll live with that" line further to “I want to live with you”, but that uh… might be pushing it past it’s intended meaning. xD
So we got Rukia seeing them as a pair specifically. Then you have her saying she understands his faults and has accepted them to the point that she has chosen to live with them. Lastly, you have her begging for his safety, reminding him that he is important to her, and calling out his name.
Or in other words, “I see us together. I accept you as you are. You are important to me. I want you specifically.”
And if that’s not a weird, roundabout, Rukia version of “I love you”, I’m not sure what is!!! xD
#Bleach#Bleach tybw#bleach tybw spoilers#tybw spoilers#renruki#renji abarai#rukia kuchiki#renji x rukia#like I said#I don't think this was her big confession or anything#but#can you imagine if it was?#And she was just this vague about it?!#top tier Rukia content right there#poor Renji gotta read through ALL the lines#She's so vague that he doesn't get it at first#only for the war to end#this scene to pop into his head again#and he's like WAIT A MINUTE#WERE YOU CONFESSING?!?!#and she's like#Yes? Was that not obvious?#Truly she is Byakuya's sister xD
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TFA anon about to dump some TFA BulkOp on you because it’s one of my favorite rarepairs
Really it started out as a series of hookups that started because Optimus was feeling a bit lonely and really need a fat spike absolutely ruining his tight valve and he figured that Bulkhead was the perfect choice (considering that Ratchet was too old therefore not really able to pound him into oblivion like Optimus wanted, Bumblebee being a bit immature for Optimus’ tastes though he had considered it, and Prowl because he was broody)
He was big and strong, a gentle giant, and with a mech of his size he was sure to have a giant spike that could suit Optimus’ needs. So Optimus just casually brought it up one day when they were alone. Bulkhead was stunned but he admitted that he had been feeling lonely as well and like hell he wasn’t gonna pass up on an opportunity to fuck the prettiest bot he had ever met. So that night Bulkhead went into Optimus’ room and the best sex of their lives began.
At some point after they’ve been hooking up for a long time, Optimus starts to develop romantic feelings for Bulkhead. The big guy is just so soft and caring and loving, Optimus can’t help but want more..
Bulkhead deeply admires Optimus for his courage and passion, but his spark does a little twist whenever he blames himself for something out of his control. He just wishes to hold Optimus tight and reassure him that it’s not his fault, whispering lovely things into his ear..
Things get kinda awkward between them after that, just dancing around each other for a bit and avoiding any subjects regarding anything too intimate until Bulkhead accidentally lets it slip that he loves him after another night of passion and he panics for a bit thinking that he fucked up until Optimus admits that he feels the same. Bulkhead is overjoyed and they talk about it for a bit before they decide to see where this goes and they end up dating.
..Which literally NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT.
Yeah those two were the absolute last people anybody expected to have gotten together. In fact, nobody even knew they were hooking up before all of this. The only reason Team Prime found out was because one day Bumblebee walked in on Optimus and Bulkhead making out on the couch and screamed at the top of his lungs in shock and slight horror and who wouldn’t because holy shit my best friend is kissing our leader.
For the next month Bumblebee stared at Bulkhead slightly impressed that he actually landed Bossbot and horrified because holy shit he landed Bossbot. Prowl was just incredibly confused on how the hell THAT happened but was still happy for them and Ratchet kinda had a hunch when Bulkhead and Optimus came into the medbay with a suspicious amount of paint transfers on them.
Optimus and Bulkhead become kinda embarrassed when Bumblebee recovers enough from the “trauma” to start making all sorts of jokes at their expense but they get used to it quickly.
And when Bumblebee asks, yes, they’d answer, the sex is amazing.
Woah. This turned out more wholesome than I thought it would. Anyways, at some point after the war Bulkhead probably knocks up Optimus and that’s how everyone else found out BulkOp was a thing. Bulkhead spends his nights pounding Optimus into oblivion while filling his forge with load after load of transfluid for their future sparkling as Optimus moans and whimpers in pleasure <3
i love how this took a quick turn into breeding kink debauchery. I haven't really considered this ship before, but i'm into it. mhmmm Bulkhead being Optimus gentle giant that'll slide his fat spike into his valve, listening to Optimus' pleas for faster, harder, deeper, slower. Optimus is tight for such a big bot and Bulkhead is almost ridiculously big, so the sex is as amazing Optimus expected...
I love the thought of them making it official but still keeping it on the down low a little, only to be found out by Bumblebee while they were casually feeling each other up on the couch. It's embarrassing, but it's probably for the better that the rest of the team knows. Though once Bee starts making jokes about it, they're not so sure...
I do want Optimus pregnant with Bulkhead's fat baby. He'd make sure to keep Optimus topped up on transfluid to keep the little one growing, so you know Optimus has got quite a baby bump <3
#valveplug#pregnancy mention#hell yeah#this is very wholesome if you unthink the breeding kink#a breeding kink can be wholesome#texty
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[ 23.59 ] hero!karina — angst (?)
a few notes: very loosely based off aespa’s lore so i kinda made up stuff for the plot ok don’t hate me :) + fem!reader + please take this as an apology for jaemin’s broken melody taking too long, the draft deleted itself like twice however i’m working on it once again :( + was formerly a full fic so it's a little long + i also really hate this :)
“look, if you come to kosmo with me then this can all go away. just say the word and i’ll take you there.” karina begins to plea, she walks around the lab. “i’ll protect you, we’ll protect you.” she’s now in front of you and holding your hands. her thumb strokes your hand in an effort to coax you into going with her.
“i simply can’t, rina. you know that so please stop asking.” you push her hands off and walk over to the desk ningning is working at.
she carefully re-wires giselle’s headset, checking each side to make sure everything is connected. “it should be fine now. give it a try later on in the range and we’ll fix it later on if it’s still not working.” she calls to giselle, handing you the headset to pass it to her.
“please, just listen to me-” she begins to plea once more.
“just let it go.” you state firmly, giving her a warning look.
she rolls her eyes and grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the lab and into the hallway. she stares at you intensely and instantly you do the same as a way to silently challenge her. eventually her eyes softened but yours stayed the same.
“naevis got hurt, because of you might i add, and now she’s here, she can’t be here. you’ll take her to kosmo and you’ll help her get better. in order to get her there i’ll create a diversion in kwangya. that’s what’s happening, quit arguing with me.” you tell her firmly.
her brows frown at you, reminding her of the last time she was there, reminding her of the fact that you’re willing to sacrifice yourself for her friends. “you can’t.”
“i can, i have to. you have to as well so just drop it please!” you push past her, ready to send go back into the lab.
karina catches you hand and pulls you back to her. “why can’t we talk about it?”
“because, rina!”
“no! why?!”
“because i’m scared, ok! you’re reminding me every minute that i could get killed, i know! i’m scared i will die and i don’t need the woman i love reminding me every chance she gets!”
the realisation hits her like a truck, that’s why you’ve been so dismissive. it also explains why you’ve been nothing but lovey dovey with her for weeks since the plan was decided. you’d been trying to savour every moment with her. you’ve been taking her on a date at least once a week to spend more time with her, picnics, arcades, go karting, the beach, anything she said she wanted to do was done without a second thought.
the pair of you had just gotten back from a picnic in the forest three hours ago, you spent so much time making the food, finding the freshest fruit for her and finding books for you two to read to each other.
slowly she pulls you into a hug, one hand on your head and the other on your waist. your hands gradually meet around her waist. her cheek rests on the top of your head and your cheek rests on her shoulder.
“ae-winter said she’s stay back with me but i’m still scared and you keep reminding me of it.” you sniffle.
she starts stroking your hair, “oh honey, i’m so sorry.” she says genuinely, softly. she leans into you more and you sink down to get more comfortable. “i just don’t want you to get hurt, naevis is close to me, sure, but i can’t live without you.”
karina was someone who ruled with an iron fist, she told people what to do and it was done. to the girls and anyone that looked up to her she was all knowing and was someone the people could depend on. she was their saviour and without her, and the rest of her team, the real world would be in shambles. yet without you her world would be in shambles. the reason she goes out daily to save the world is to make it a better place for you, a better place for the small family you planned to have. when you offered to create the diversion she needed to get their friend to kosmo, to the safe haven, for treatment winter, giselle and ningning were immediately on board and the four of you created a plan without letting the leader know.
the thought of not coming home to you made her want to cry on the spot, which was unbelievably hypocritical considering you would sit on the couch every other night bouncing you knee and picking at your cuticles waiting for her. when she did come back and see you sleeping on the couch, you tried staying up for her but sleep was just too convincing to which you would apologise for and she would give you a kiss and say it's fine, it would remind her what she's fighting for. the reason why she had to live because without you she was unsure of how.
you take one of your arms away from her and rub just under your eye in the hopes to halt your tears before they fall.
"i'm willing to do it because i love you, and i love the girls and i love naevis and the ae's and the people you protect, they were my people once. just because i stopped fighting years ago doesn't mean i can't do it at all." you explained to her, sounding almost like a toddler whining that they can't get their own way.
"i'm sure you can, i just don't want you to alone. do you want my ae along wi-"
"no, you're both the strongest so you both need to go."
"how abo-"
"you're doing that thing again, where you doubt me even though you know i can do it but you want me to think i can't so i stay." you look up at her and she pulls her head back.
she presses her lips into a thin line and you watch as she silently cries looking at you. "but the last time you went you got hurt, it was my fault, again, i don't want you to go. i really don't."
you meet eyes with her and you can see the pain and the hurt and the guilt she's been holding in for the past few months. maybe even years. her grip on you firms and you immediately match it. "promise me you won't get hurt."
she places a kiss your temple and puts her chin back on top of your head, you take this as a sign to snuggle right back in between her shoulder and neck. "i can't make a promise like that, not there." you mumble, getting cozy for possibly your last embrace.
"please, promise me." she begs.
"i can't." you shake your head.
"and ae-winter will definitely be there?" she questions, trying to calm herself more than anything.
"when has she ever lied to you?" you hear her hum in agreement.
you both stay like this for a few minutes, both silently appreciating what you have before it could be gone.
at the beginning of your relationship karina refrained from holding you at all, she was worried her strength would hurt you, although most of it was contained in her glove there were times when she would feel so angry or emotional or overjoyed and it would just take over and she couldn’t help it. you had to initiate all skinship and you never held that against her, you had fought the black mamba once much like she had, you were the one that locked it away for so long, so you understood that each girl had a power and her’s just happened to be strength.
eventually you had gotten her to hug you first and you learned to deal with the too tight hugs and potential bruises because it was all worth it. that was what made this embrace so much more than the others, not only could this be your last but it would hurt too much to let you get hurt after getting over the fear of hurting you herself.
“please don’t go.” you hear her whisper, mainly to herself in the hopes that she could trick herself into thinking you’ll be there when she gets home.
“if i don’t go, who will?” you get no response.
“who’s going to fight it, hm?” silence. “i’ve been the only one to do it so far, although i can’t get rid of it this time naevis must come first to you.” you tell her reluctantly.
you can feel her shake her head.
“if it comes to it…” you begin reluctantly, letting her go and standing back far enough to create a noticeable gap between the pair of you.
“you have to chose the world over me.” you whisper.
“you know i can’t do that.” she reaches forward but you pull back.
“you have to.” you state firmly.
before she has the chance to reply you wipe your tears and walk past her back into the lab.
karina stays there frozen. hurt. angry. heartbroken. it feels like you stood there, ripped her heart out and crushed it right in front of her.
she hears the lab door shut and concludes that you’ve gone in there to get your stuff, she stays outside and waits for you not wanting to see you when emotions are so high.
“winter,” you call softly, gaining the attention of all three girls in the room “come here for a minute.”
she comes over and you move closer to her in order to whisper, she notices and leans her ear slightly towards you.
“once you get to kosmo you can jump from here to there without needing to go through kwangya anymore,” she nods. you take a deep breath before continuing, “if i can’t get out too shut the portal and leave me behind.”
she stands back in anger, how could you suggest something like that, and begins to shake her head. “you can synk and bring your ae back to safety.”
“it’s not that, it’s you! you can’t do that!” she defends.
the other girls stand up at her shouting, clearly confused by her behaviour.
she turns back to them. “she wants one of us to leave her behind if we need to,” she turns back to you “what about us and karina and this life you’ve built?”
the door clicks shut.
you sigh and look away from her, laughing in disbelief. “you’re acting like i said close it regardless, it’s only a what i-”
“i’ll do it.” karina states, from the way her voice slightly shakes you can tell it’s out of anger more than anything.
“you can’t, ri.” giselle is quick to stop her.
“she wants to go, so be it.” she says like she would when mentioning the weather.
you begin. “you’re high on emotions, i’d rather win-”
“well, beggars can’t be choosers.” she replies.
before anyone can get a word in an alarm sounds within the lab.
you shoot karina a look that tells her you’re sorry, you love her and you won’t be angry at her if the ‘what if’ comes true and that you hope it doesn’t, if it does there's a high chance you wouldn't see each other again and that pained the both of you.
but you had to consider it, for the greater good.
#aespa#aespa imagines#aespa x fem reader#aespa x reader#aespa imagine#aespa scenarios#aespa angst#karina#karina x reader#karina x fem reader#karina imagines#karina imagine#karina scenarios#aespa drabble#karina drabble#RINA’S TIMESTAMP
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Hi! I hope your summer is going well!Can we pretty please get some submissive Nadia headcanons?
Hello Anon! Thank you, it's been alright. I hope you are well!
So we all want to top and dom Nadia, huh? I knew I was not the only one. Not sure if I did a good job with this one because I kinda feel like something is missing. I might add a thing or two later.
Anyway. Enjoy!
Submissive!Nadia headcanons
Listen. Nadia might seem like a dom. She is mommy as fuck and always in control. But once she is a dom!MC's good hands; it's over. She is completely baby girl. Well, at least when she is subbing.
The easiest way to make Nadia sub is by teasing her. By teasing her, I mean doing it until she's begging MC to do something, anything.
Nadia knows that MC would be a good dom, but she doesn't think that she would be a good sub. Wrong. It doesn't matter why she has never subbed for anyone else until MC came into the picture, but good gayness, her mind is blown after their first session.
Who would have thought that being on the submissive end could be this amazing? She is usually in charge when it comes to everything, so the first time she subs for MC, she feels liberated and completely satisfied (assuming MC allowed her to come.)
And if MC wants her to sub again? Count her in.
Nadia might need some time to warm up to certain ideas, such as her being tied up. Giving up control is not always easy, and this is a huge change for Nadia. Still, she is keeping an open mind.
She knows that she is a strong woman and that even her presence can make people feel intimidated. Therefore, Nadia is a powerful sight even when she is on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. Those crimson eyes scream dominance. And yet, MC has the power to make her submit (but only MC, and she lets them know that.)
Still, tying her up soon becomes a must because otherwise, when she is being pleasured, her hands are everywhere. Tangled in MC's hair, gripping the sheets, holding onto the headboard, etc. She may or may not end up scratching MC unless those pretty hands are bound.
Being called a good girl is something that Nadia never thought she'd enjoy until, during one session, it accidentally slipped out of MC's mouth. But she is a good girl.
The Countess's work is a hard and tiring job, so Nadia needs to blow off some steam pretty often. What else could ease the tension from her body than making her come until she forgets her name and her voice is hoarse? The Countess needs to be fucked and overstimulated. It's not an order. It's a plea.
Nadia begging MC to please fuck her 💦💦💦💦💦
Speaking of begging. Edging Nadia is definitely an easy way to get her to beg. She tends to be quite needy, and MC can use that against her.
She has such long, gorgeous hair. Not pulling it would be a shame, and she always moans a bit louder when MC does it.
Nadia loves it when MC presses her against the wall, then tells her to be quiet and eats her out, knowing that she will have trouble containing those sweet moans. Bonus points if it happens in a public place, such as the streets of Vesuvia or the palace hallways, where they could get caught at any time.
The tongue and fingers combo is her ultimate favorite, but she really enjoys toys too.
When something is wrong, she lets MC know without hesitation. They agreed on a safe word or action beforehand, and she's not shy about using it (as it should be.)
There are certain things that she definitely won't do (at least not at first,) and she has to discuss those things with MC before anything happens. Never, ever slap her face. That's gonna make her angry for AT LEAST a week, and she might even consider ending the relationship. Spanking her ass is occasionally allowed. She is not getting her face fucked (whether MC is amab or afab. Strapons exist, and some people might be into that.) She doesn't want anything too painful or unpleasant.
Generally, Nadia is quite good at following orders and rarely needs to be punished. She really is a good girl.
Gentle aftercare with lots of hugs, praises, kisses, and cuddles ❤ She loves it when they take a bath, and MC washes her hair and then lets her relax in their arms.
Nadia lying in MC's arms with her head against their chest while she is a hot, satisfied, trembling mess 😍
She is the little spoon after subbing.
#nadia satrinava#the arcana nadia#countess nadia#arcana nadia#nadia the arcana#nadia arcana#the arcana#nadia x mc#arcana
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So originally i've always had this 5+1 idea where i already told you about (idk when i'm gonna write it)
But i imagine that solar in the ages of like 4-7 ish LOVES to call for his abang, bcs hes sunshine boi and loves basking in his older brothers attention. But i've kinda always hc solar being absolutely terrible in making friends
The main issue is bcs he talks a LOT (he wanna share fun facts 🥲) and uses words that kids his age just.. does not understand at all, and if you don't know. Children especially 7-12 year olds are BRUTAL they have absolutely no filter, so they say things about solar being weird and boring and annoying etc.
So he; at 7 years old he calls for his abang a lot bcs.. well kids are being mean and abang can fix this they always help him. But then kids make fun of him for always calling for his brothers and this.. didn't really bother him suprisingly (he didn't need other kids they don't understand or listen to him, his brothers understand him)
UNTIL one of his brothers –who was having a bad day– just says how annoying it is that he always calls for them and thats what made solar self concious, all the other kids words suddenly started getting to him. So logically he doesn't wanna be dependent anymore he doesn't want his brothers to also find him annoying like the other kids. They can't. They're the only people who gets him. He can't lose that so he stops calling for his brothers
And his brothers doesn't understand why he just.. suddenly stopped and is obsessed with being independent. Years go by without even a single MENTION of abang from solar (daun and air still does it) and after 3 years they just kinda accepted it until that is.. they turn 11.
All the brothers were ecstatic to have powers and be superheroes, so much so that they always leave and is barely home except when tok aba closes the shop. Daun was the only one who didn't have powers like himself, so he held onto daun like a lifeline. But of course like any 11 year old, daun gets bored and starts to spend more time with api and angi taufan. Hes barely home as well now..
His brothers has found other more interesting things than his rambles of information or facts. And this kid only had his brothers bcs he was basically isolated by other kids, so obviously he starts to panic. What was the point of being independent if his brothers won't even be here (he became independent just so they won't be irritated with him)
So when his brothers were about to leave daun was going with them. Daun is leaving him. In a desperate childish plea he calls for his abang to just.. please.. please don't leave him.. its so lonely at home don't leave him behind.. please. So daun stays.
This is so lovely🥹
I actualy want to make different comic scenarios of some of he things youve mentioned(daun going with api and Angin, the kids making fun of him)
But more of the things youve mentioned and said add SO MUCH MORE
i love this
I love that
Him just desperate for his brothers is just👌
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!
Hey thanks for the tag!
The automatically selected daily "memories" on Google photos that always end with a plea for me to tell them the baby's name (clearly unnecessary since they can find his photos just fine without it)
The baby's current obsession with sweeping, taking out the trash, and putting garbage in the garbage can... my house has never been cleaner
Going to a completely baby safe place and being able to relax and zone out
Going somewhere warm in the middle of February & spending time outdoors
This list is already extremely normie but I just wanted to mention that the new dish drying rack I bought that's a kinda fancy/upscale is making me really happy right now because it just looks so nice in the space it's in ..
EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT TO MENTION WHALE WEEKLY... It's the Moby Dick version of Dracula Daily, you can listen as an audiobook! They're on chapter 100 right now but I ignore that and just read the next chapter from the archive whenever I have time, the chapters are very short and follow an obvious serialized format so it works well to read in small chunks. Highly recommend, there's a reason this one is a classic
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Tagging: @chubsthehamster @adorablegorilla @syncopatedid @nautilusopus @cafeaulater @chaasiu @cardioat3am @whats-wrong-aniki @storybookprincess @kiwizoom
#honorable mention - discord#specially following ONE thread in a kinda active discord and talking to the same 4-5 people every day#for like an hour a day#feels homey#real life i guess#thanks for the tag <3
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