#makes me a vixen living in the woods
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Since its loki we are talking here, can we have loki lusting for his half sister, reader who is the goddess of lust and love. He does magic on her so he could do on her
Courtyard Shenanigans
Damn what a gorgeous evening tonight turned out to be. Its just what the fuck I need after the most grueling day of coming second to Thor in everything. Plus there's nothing more peaceful then enjoying the beauty of Asgard as the day settles out. Dusk makes the orange stained sky unsually gorgeous, infused with dusty pink clouds that cast the prettiest of shadows over the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. The crisp clear breeze seems fresher than any air I've experienced on any planet.
But trying to enjoy the phenomal view, as I step out into the courtyard, is short lived. Sus muffled grunts sound off from a few feet away, seemingly near the statue my worrysome mother insisted be created in my image. What or who the hell is that moaning in terrible pain?
Crouching low, I creep along the edge of the full shrubbery leading in that direction. I can't help my eyes transforming into saucers as I peek through the multi-colored rose bushes. Utter disbelief smacks me like a speeding freight train at the scene unfolding right before my eyes: my slutty half sister riding the fuck outta one of my guards face.
The lucky bastard is horizontal on the cemented circular bench that surrounds my stone doppelganger. His hand is flying at the speed of light on the pathetic member that sticks out through the guard uniform as you grind your clearly soakin wet pussy on his mouth; transparent rivelts drip from your oozing center down his chin to his neck. I'm not shocked that his lips are so damn red and raw from your treatment but from the way he moans into your core and fucks his fist is a clear indication of satisfaction. Piercing moans of approval get louder before you begin to speak out loud.
"Fuck, riiiiight there! Come on, cause you-ah!- finished allova yourselfself twice but haven't made me cum once. Haaaah, fuuuuu- mmm.. Shame on you soldier, maybe you need a little incentive."
I watch intently as you throw your head back on a moan with closed eyes and roll your neck counterclockwise. I rather soak you in your every move, purposely ignoring the wad of cum pooled around his balls. Your freshly done braids swing widly; cute, jet black nails grip his shoulder tight in your pleasure. The breeze gets stronger for a moment, swirling around the two of you in a glittery sheer sky blue mist before dissipating within seconds. When your lids reopen, eyes matchin the color of the sky, you stare upwards with an open mouth. The man beneath you seems to go insane, licking and sucking at your hungry little cunt like a starved man in the woods.
"Gods yes, so much better. Good boy, jus needed a little push huh? Thats it, aaaaah, lemmeuseyouuuuu!"
Fuck, your skin is radiate, glistens with perspiration from all your hard work. The humping of your hips makes your perfect soft flesh jiggle erratically. How I'd be perfectly happy to die right at this moment without making my way to Valhalla if it meant trading places with that insignificant bug. He has no idea how lucky he is to have the gift of YOU sliding what's gotta to be the the universe's most perfect pussy on his undeserving mouth.
The shocking incredulity surging through me at the scene seems very understandable, the raging boner however makes me pause. It's not the first one the little vixen has caused me but the guilt that comes with lustin after you is gut wrenchin.
Probably doesn't help that you appear to have strict orders to never come near asgardian clothing. Your fuckin itty bitty knitted baby blue top and salmon tinted scrap of cloth wrapped around your waist like a snug skirt damn nearhad me drooling. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Shouldn't be hard to guess why I'm relentlessly having to secretly grip my dick at the base almost every time I'm in your fuckin presence. I live in a life of hopelessly attempting to not nut in my royal robes because of you.
Damn, it's impossible not to witness how this plays out since I've yearned to be in the place of this unworthy fucker for years.. How I desperately wish it was my mouth you dragged your quivering quim allover like that. I'm entranced at the way you grip his medium length blonde locks and drag across his face even faster as you degrade him.
"Gonnacuuuuum! Oh God, finally! No thanks to youuuu, had to u-use my gifts jus to get the pleasure I yearn. Yeeeeees, stay right there! Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuk!"
My hands flies to grip my clothed dick firmly, this time to aid the nut trying to spray outta me instead of stifling it. It only takes a couple squeezes, along with the image of you leaning forward as the scum sucks your little clit vigorously; the flutter of your vacate gummy walls paralyzing me as my cream sprays 5 abundant globs into my mother's rose bushes. I thank the gods for your booming whine that helps to covers my perverted groan.
Your hips swivel a few more times before you drop her head back down and gracefully slip off his face. Taking a few steps back, you watch my soon to be fired guard gasp for breath; his hazel eyes are unseeing and dazed as fuck. So memorized by her orgasm, I'm estatic to notice I missed the small peckered fucker cum for a third time. It seems my little sister has also noticed, the way narrowed eyes trail to his dick and your cute little nose wrinkles in disgust.
"Leave us." She demands to him curtly before looking right into my soul through the thick bush.
As confused as he seems to be, head ducking left to right quizzically, the guard scrambles away as he hastily tucks his dick away. It would almost be funny if it werent for the sinking feeling in my gut. Nothing else to do except sheathe my still hard cock and reveal myself, I stand awkwardly and watch you fix your clothing to hide your drippy little slit.
"Come, brother." Y/n demands, finger crooked at me.
You step one leg over the bench and sit with it between your smooth chocolate thighs. Back straight with your nose in the air, you sit like a queen where that coward laid just a moment before. I walk over on stiff legs and do the same a few inches away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The smell of your pussy lingering in the air entices my rock hard dick that taps impatiently underneath my clothing. Your stare on the side of my face almost burns but my guilt keeps me focused on the ground as you speak confidently.
"Why do you spy on me in my most private of moments, Loki? You must know it isn't proper of a brother to watch his sister do such things."
I swallowly visibly before answering.
"I'm- I'm sorry. It was not my intention. I came for air after a long day and heard noises of which I assumed were pain. Well, I thought.." I trail off uncomfortably.
"But you did not leave once you realized." You counter back.
My mouth open and closes as I fumble my response, cheeks feeling like they've been god damn torched.
"Well you- you knew of my presence and still concluded such distasteful acts, out in the open may I add." I shoot back, finally looking into your pretty, dark, almond shaped eyes.
"You didn't seem to mind as you stroked your fat cock to completion while starin in between my legs."
That stumps me as I sit gazing at your beautiful frame, mouth slightly agape. But you only giggle at me as you stand and prepare to exit the courtyard.
"Next time be more inconspicuous; my father wouldn't like to see you do such things. In fact I think mother would be amused even less." She teases me and turns to leave.
A snap of my fingers brings my statue to life. The stone scrapes loudly as it moves and grabs each of your wrists, locking them in place into the air. The way you stand there helpless and shocked does soothe my ego a bit, I can readily admit.
"You blame me as if you weren't gyrating allover that man's face like a common whore. Yes I lust after you, dear sister. But I know you do for me as well. Yet you charade around the castle flamboyantly, refusing to wear our royal attire. Instead insisting on donning tiny earthly garments and then bending in front of me every chance you get. You want me y/n and I'm sick of you pretending you fuckin don't." I say leaning in close, lips just half an inch from your own.
Already a bit agreeable, I sense how much our close proximity affects your state of mind. As tense as your flawless frame is, your gorgeous eyes shut and you lean in to try to kiss me. Before you can I raise my right hand, swiftly drawing a circle in the air with the tip of my finger, watching as glittery emerald green smoke forms a thin circle. I gently blow it into your face and you unknowingly inhale as I press my lips to yours lightly for a few seconds before pulling back. You try to follow, lips pouting as I deny your request.
"Lokiiiii. Kiss meeeeee." You whine, arms pulling at the stone hold on your wrists.
"Hmmm.." I pretend to think dramatically. "Beg me, sweetheart."
Your response is instantaneous.
"Please, big brother, pleeeeease! I want you, no NEED you so bad. Can I have your lips? No wait!Your cock? Pretty please? Promised to always take care of me right? Need you to take care of me now, Lokiiiii."
"Ok, Ok y/n. I'll give you what you want, but only if you answer a question. If you lie, you don't get my cock. Understand?"
"Yeeeees big brother." You slur back at me, lookin a bit dazed from my little homemade concoction.
"How many of my personal guard have you fucked?"
"Just the one you seen me with today. It was awful: he came with a quickness I couldn't have imagined. He's the only man I've ever been with." You answer honestly.
"Glad to hear I needn't murder my entire guard then. Alrighty, honey sit up a bit."
You do as I ask and I slide underneath your restrained body, taking out my leaking dick. I wiggle the shaft back and forth, smacking it against your plump soft brown ass cheeks. Fuck, your moans are like music to my ears and I curse myself inwardly as a feel a tautness in my groin from the way you frantically hump back at me.
"Please Loki, you promised me. One question and I answered. Gimme my dick. I've earned it, have I not big brother?"
That filthy fuckin mouth spurs me to lift you by your hips and rapidly poke my fat cock tip into your snug little hole. (Although he should fear my wrath, I am suddenly semi grateful for the foreplay my guard provided for how fuckin drenched you are now.) It feels so fuckin good.
The way you squeal and tremble has me mandhandling you with a tight grip, keepin you in place as I dig into the tightest pussy I've ever felt. It's so warm, so wet, just the most perfect little slit to ease into. I can't cease the breathless way I repeatedly grunt your name into the air of the courtyard loudly.
The tense sensation bubbling in my balls and pelvis quadruple and its my turn to whimper loudly. It's barbaric the way I fuck into you for the first time, carelessly crying my pleasure into the wind. Your wails are even more unhinged and it's a miracle that nobody has come by to see who's out here groaning like a wounded animal.
"Haaaaaah! OhmygodsLoki! Ohgodsohgods, so very good big brother! Just like my dreeeeams- aaaaahhhfuu-Loki!!!"
You've hit feral and I've only just got in all the way. Our chests heave simultaneously as I reach up to flick your little top out the way, watchin your breast flop out and shake uncontrollably at your attempts to fuck onto my cock. If not for my hold on your hips you'd most definitely would be successful in milking me within seconds. It shouldn't be this hard not to breed you but it's taking all my will power not to creampie my little sisters pussy.
"Y/n s-stop it, lemme-FUCK! Darling, please just lemme handle it. C-can't hold back if you don't keep still. Haaah, ohgods! Please sweetheart!"
The swiveling of your hips is gonna be my demise. All I can do is match your frenzied pace, pulling out only half way before slamming in each time. I know I'm giving my princess what she deserves as continuous praises for me spill over your plump lips.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyoubigbrother! Your cocks the best! I'm yours Loki, only your yours tohavetoholdtofuck! Ohgods! You'resofuckinamazing!"
The whiny dirty words, plus the way your soaking wet pussy puts my spasming dick inna chokehold makes me lose all concentration. The stone statue releases its grip on you and falls back into place as if it never moved and inch.
Your quick to lean forward on my chest, one hand slipping down to rub at your sticky little clit as your hips never miss a beat in their delicious torture. Its almost pathetic when you cum on the first stroke of that throbbing button, except im grateful because there was no way I could hold out for much longer.
"I'mcummingLoki! Yesyesyes, cumming on your cock big brother! Feelssogood! Ah ah ah! Mmm yeeeees Loooki!"
Warmth spreads throughout me as you put your pretty face in my neck and fuck the shit outta me. Fuck the tables have turned, high pitched moans flowing from me as I stare into the sky blankly as you force me to creampie your tiny little cunt. I'm gasping through my groans as I try to breath through this intense fucking orgasm.
"Y/n haaaah oh Gods, y/n! Suchabrat for thiiisss. Gonna make you pay little girl. Ohfuuuuck, big brothers gonna get you back.."
Gush after thick gush pours into you as my arms drop limply to the ground. My hips quiver and I can't control the small humps they give as I fuck my heavy load into you. I don't notice how the last of the sunlight slips behind the castle, dimming the courtyard. It's hard to observe anything other than my cock becoming overstimulated from cumming twice so powerfully within just a few minutes.
"Ah, ah, ah y/n! Waaaaait darling, gimmeasecondplease! 's too fuckin good, haaaah! Please pretty girl, need a moment." I beg unashamed, head thrashing from left to right.
Thankfully your hips circle to a slow halt, but you dont immediately release me as you did the guard. I can admit I am less than pleased at the way you sit up and look down at me sinisterly while I suck in air desperately.
"No fair big brother, you used your powers on me.." You say in-between heaving breaths as I look at you in shock. I had no idea you knew..
Your hypnotizing eyes swirl with that tantalizing sunset color as the shimmering blue mist appears again but this time surrounding the two of us thickly.
"Now I wanna use mine on you."
OH. FUCK.
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Can't Help It I Want You
Glorfindel x reader
Kinktober 2022: Blowjob
Request: "think you can warm me up" Reader x Glorfindel - anon
A/N: This was originally intended to be a cockwarming fic but I dunno why I changed it.
Warnings: fembod, blowjob, dirty talking, slight public sex
Word Count: 1.6k
Synopsis: The most popular activity at a ball was never dancing, it was getting on your knees for your favourite Lord and worshipping him.
Prompt: "think you can warm me up"
If Glorfindel could come up with a proper word or words to describe the emotions that were flowing through his body that that given moment, he’d be lying on the grave of his fallen soldiers. Eyes closed and hands fisting the material of his robes, the golden threads on the hem were already shredded from his tugging. It was beyond difficult for the beloved Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, the most loved house of them all and Lord, to form some comprehensible coherent syllable.
Instead, all that escaped his throat were airy sights and broken sobs that echoed into the empty hallways of the King’s palace where anyone, servant, friend and brother included, could stumble upon the spectacular sight of their Lord and Lady engaging in such frivolous affairs. Some might think that their Lord was adventurous and daring, kinky and would attempt to have a night with him, but a certain other would attempt to swear and strangle the living daylight out of his corpse.
The gurgling echoed so easily off the walls of the corridors and wooden doors he was pressed against. His circlet was digging into his scalp as his head banged against the solid wood in the greatest attempt at swallowing his moans and groans because fuck, you were far beyond any dream or fantasy of his he could conjure. The quick work of your mouth and wrist on his cock, switching between his length and balls to fondle and wanting to grant him unlimited pleasure, your cheeks would hallow to take him deeply till he reached that back of your throat. You would keep him there, swallowing around him before pulling over to suck on just the tip, swirling your tongue around as if he was candy.
You would admit, he was sweet, a delectable, salted caramel that you wouldn’t mind having down your throat very often if only your brother would stop hovering nearby whenever you were around his friends. You had eyes for Glorfindel since your days in Valinor, always staring at the young handsome noble Lord that make eyes follow everywhere he went. Anyone would have questioned if he was a prince for his beauty was unmatched and rivalled many of the real princes of the House of Finwe. His soft rich silky golden curl, lusciously bouncing in the wind as he rode on his horse and chased his friend Ecthelion while you would still from a distance and just stare because you weren’t permitted to engage with him. You were a young Lady and were not ready to mingle with the males.
The main reason why you disliked your brother’s behaviour towards you was when it came to males asking for your hand in courtship. He took after your mother and believed that it was his right to prevent you from falling in love because no one was perfect for his baby sister. This obviously leads to the situation as of now, Lord Glorfindel’s perfect cock was buried down your throat and being pleasured by you, his best friend’s sister. For too long you’ve wanted him, and it was only a matter of time before you took control of your own plans in life.
Flashing your eyes up to gaze at him, his jaded eyes were shut, and his lips were mumbling mouthless mutters. It looked as if he was mumbling a prayer to the Valar because he felt as if his soul was being snatched by the gifted mouth of yours. Had he only known the vixen Ecthelion’s sister was capable of being, Glorfindel would not have wasted any time in taking you to bed, but he wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass after you were finished with him, a reward was necessary.
“Ay, is your mouth always this good kitten? Fuck, I could have called you to pleasure me when I was stressed – ah.” His voice waivered as he spoke when your lips attached themselves to his balls to suck. Taking one of his sacks into your mouth, you slipped it into your mouth to suck, tickling him with your tongue.
One of his hands that were forever stuck in his robes had finally moved to rest atop your head, not wanting to disrupt your hairstyle to raise suspicion. He was sure your brother was looking for you and the fact that he too was not around would ring the alarms in his head. But part of Glorfindel didn’t care, he was being pleasured far beyond any fantasy could conjure or his hand donned. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment that he was not about to let slip through his fingers.
Bucking his hips into your mouth which caused you to gag, he opened his eyes to apologize and was met with yours gazing back at him with his cock still in your mouth. Your hand that was gripping his length stroked him off, swiping your thumb against his tip and then slapping his cock against your tongue. Flashing a doe-eyed look, crossing them, you stuck your tongue out for Glorfindel to get a good image of how you’d look if he were to ever fantasize fucking you after this. Feeling like he was in heaven by the grand treatment you were giving him, he couldn’t help but dip his head to meet your lips and bring you in for a filthy kiss.
Glorfindel was quick to draw your tongue out for him to play with, twirling and sucking on the delicate muscle, tasting himself off your lips. Locking lips with him brought butterflies to flutter in your cunt. It was the way his skilful tongue danced with yours that made you wonder if it was just as proficient when having to eat you out. His tongue danced professionally around yours, licking your wet cavern with delicate care as his free hand rose to wrap around your throat to cut off your air supply as the kiss escalated. Glorfindel was sucking at the air from your chest as though he had a dire need for it instead of you.
“If only your brother could see you like this, on your knees before me, with my cock down your throat. You like sucking my cock, don’t you princess?” he questioned you seductively as his hand still kept its hold around your throat. The other hand that was resting on your head travelled to grip your chin and tug your head to meet his dexterous gaze.
“Open your mouth wide for me princess, let me use you a bit to warm up so I can return the favour.” He commanded as he freed your chin to guide his leaking cock into your mouth, poking your cheeks with his tip and thrusting into your mouth.
It was then he allowed for all the pent-up moans he was withholding earlier to escape and rip through the hallways. His hold on your head as his hips pumped their way into your mouth was vicious, he refused to relinquish hold, not when your mouth was a gift from the Valar. Slacking your jaw and giving him access to plunge deeper and travel down your throat, he would slowly retract his cock and take his time to sink it down your throat so he could feel your throat muscle swallowing around him. The tightness was driving him insane, he almost felt like he was fucking your cunt.
Tears were pouring down your face and to Glorfindel, you looked beautiful as ever. He stared at your tear-stained cheeks, rosy and flushed with desire for him to claim you. Chanting your name like a prayer as his high was approaching, you were shocked as it fell from his lips. Your name. Your name he was singing like a prayer to the Valar for mercy to be released and flood your mouth with his cum. It sounded queer but bewitching. You wanted to hear more of your name escaping his gorgeous plump lips. You wanted to hear your name fall from his lips as he lost his mind from the pleasure you were giving him. You wanted your name to fall from his lips because of you.
In no time, his hips began to stutter as his orgasm was approaching. Grunting deeply with a cry of your name upon his lips, Glorfindel’s buried his length down your throat and spilt his release. No being a messy person and hating to destroy your fabulous gown, he would also love to see you swallowing his cum delightfully since you were a little minx, and he was blessed with the sight of you sputtering some of his cum from your mouth since not all were able to fit. Dribbles ran past the corners of your lips and streamed down your chin, and he observed as your fingers scooped it up and plopped it back into your mouth to savour his taste. The best part was that you held eye contact with him to make his knees buckle.
“I don’t think I can let you go so easily darling, there’s so much to do with you, but first you deserve a reward. I want to be between your legs. Inside now.” He commanded with great persuasion despite still being in the hallways with his cock sprung from his breeches.
“But my brother would be looking for me, I should return – ”
“ – Now you wish to be concerned about him? I said, get inside or no reward at all.”
That was all Glorfindel needed to command before you scrambled to your feet eagerly awaiting your return of pleasure.
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Vixen ~ Three (Final)
➼ Pairing: Jimin x OC (Shin Ara)
➼ Length: 6k
➼ Rating: pg-15
➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Vague Threats of Violence; Kidnapping; Non-Graphic Violence (Fight Scene); Minor Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS/SKZ members)| Ara and JK are so sibling-coded; Jimin ships Vixen and JK
➼ Thanks to @moonleeai for betaing! I had this posted at noon and closed tumblr but when I came back now somehow it disappeared into the cloud?? I'm so annoyed ;-;
➼ Taglist: @bangtan-famiglia-net@kookthief@otome-wandering@sarcasticbambi
➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.
➼ Chapter 1 (13/10/23) ➼ Chapter 2 (14/10/23) ➼ Ao3 ➼ Masterlist
ARA, AGE 25, (PRESENT DAY)
A hand flopped around on the wooden table, finally locating the device making that infernal racket far too early in the morning.
“It’s too early for this,” Ara groaned, sliding the call button on her phone. “Yeoboseyo?”
“Princess? It’s Jimin. Sorry if I woke you…” Ara heard a sharp inhale as her husband realised the time. Still, he pressed on. “Um…you know how Park Wonshik adopted me after I was kidnapped?”
“Ye-ah,” she replied slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he sounding so awake after helping her break up the trafficking ring early this morning? He probably hadn’t slept yet, she realized. Hence, his too-early call.
“So, the police broke up this ring last night and saved a bunch of kids. They called me and asked if I’d mind talking to them, tell them that things are gonna be okay, y’know?”
Ara made some sort of agreeing noise, heading to the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash and maybe comb her hair and hope that putting her hair in order would simultaneously put her brain cells in order.
“So…one of my dad’s old friends was there and suggested maybe…we could foster one or two of the kids who are in need of a home until they get all the paperwork sorted out. A couple of the kids agreed to testify, so they’ll also need to stay close until the trials are over. What do you think? We have really good security, so they won’t need to worry about a repeat kidnapping, and I know we’ve got space and love. You mentioned wanting to help trafficking victims when I was telling you about my childhood…but…”
The longer her silence stretched out, the more Jimin rambled. He was so cute.
“Yeah, that sounds like a great, practical way to help,” Ara agreed after spitting her mouthwash out. “Just let me know how many you kids you drag back so I know how many rooms to get ready.”
“Thank you, jagiya.” Muffled conversation crackled through the line as Jimin paused to speak with an officer. “Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call later, alright?”
“Okay. Love you!”
“Love you!”
Ara put her phone down on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
~~~
At 2:33 PM, Jimin arrived home with an eleven-year-old girl in tow. The police officer and Child & Family Services officer quickly checked the premises and living situation, then left, leaving Jimin, Ara, and the girl.
Ara smiled, crouching down to her height. “Hi, I’m Shin Ara. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Hello, Mrs. Shin. My name is Kim Nabi,” Nabi bowed politely. “It is nice to meet you as well. Thank you for letting me live with you.”
Her shiny hair teased the tops of her shoulders as she moved.
“I’ll show you to your room, then,” said Ara, motioning at the stairs. “I know you saw it already during the tour, but you can get settled now. My room is right across the hall, so my bodyguard will be close by if you feel unsafe. Have you met Jungkook yet?”
Nabi shook her head, then gave a small smile full of delight as she really took in her room.
Ara and Jimin’s gazes met as they exchanged smiles at her satisfaction.
The walls were a pale periwinkle reflected in the pale blue duvet, the trim white to contrast the wood furniture.
“I hope you like it,” joked Ara. “There are a couple of outfits in the closet, but I thought maybe you’d like to go shopping for some things your own style while you’re here. Jungkook and I will take you whenever you’re ready.”
Ara pulled the stuffed rabbit from the top shelf of the closet and held it out to Nabi. “I thought you might like a friend to talk to while you decide if you want to talk to me or someone else about what happened. I’ve told quite a few secrets to Cookie here, and he’s kept them all remarkably well. He also gives a pretty nice hug,” she smiled conspiratorially.
“Thank you very much, Mrs Shin, Mr Park,” Nabi bowed again.
“You’re welcome, Nabi. I know things have been tough, but you’re a very brave girl,” said Jimin. “We want you to feel safe and at home here. I remember how I felt after I was brought here by my adoptive father. If you want to scream, cry, maybe hit a couple of things, go for a run– whatever you’re feeling, we’re here for you.”
“Thank you,” Nabi said again.
Jimin kissed Ara’s cheek goodbye and left to finish his assistance at the police station.
Ara looked at Nabi, laid a soft hand on her shoulder, and said, “I think you’d like to be alone right now to settle in, but if you want company, my room is across the hall, and the door’s open. If you need anything, just walk in or give me a shout, ‘kay?”
Nabi nodded, and Ara crossed the hall to call Jungkook and explain the situation.
~~~
Ara softly knocked on Nabi’s door for the third time. When there was still no response, she twisted the knob and peered in.
Nabi was sound asleep in her bed, hugging Cookie tightly to her chest.
“Nabi, it’s ten to seven. Jimin-ssi will be home any minute, and supper will be ready. I’m sure you’re pretty hungry by now. Jungkook wants to meet you, too, so can you wake up and get up by seven?”
As Ara talked soothingly, Nabi stirred and gradually opened her eyes. Ara opened the door a little wider to let the hallway light shine in, as Nabi had drawn her blackout drapes.
“Hello, Ara-unnie. I’m up now.” Nabi yawned and stretched, then slid off the bed.
“Did you have a good nap? I hope you’ll sleep tonight!” Ara stepped just outside the doorway so she wouldn’t stifle Nabi, who yawned again.
“Yes, I slept well, thank you.”
The two headed to the top of the stairs, where Jungkook awaited.
“Nabi, this is my bodyguard and best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, this young lady is Kim Nabi.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Nabi,” Jungkook’s bunny smile shone through as he grinned at the girl.
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jungkook-oppa.”
Jungkook grinned even wider at Ara. “I’m her oppa already!”
Ara punched his shoulder gently. “Don’t let it go to your head; I told her she could call us that.”
The foyer door opened, signalling Jimin’s return home. He headed to the powder room to wash up, then joined the little group in the living room, brushing a kiss to Ara’s cheek on his way in.
Jungkook pretended to gag, wincing as Ara pinched his arm.
Nabi was quiet during dinner, her gaze bouncing between the three adults talking and laughing around her but not volunteering much. They drew her in when they could, but weren’t surprised that she didn’t immediately become a chatterbox. She’d been through a lot and was probably still deciding how much she could trust them.
Ara did manage to get her to commit to going clothes shopping the next day, but that was it.
A large yawn cracked Nabi’s face as Jimin asked Jungkook to see him in his office after supper, so Ara said goodnight to the men and followed Nabi upstairs, just in case she forgot where something was or needed help.
Two nights later, Jimin was back at Vixen’s HQ, meeting with the woman herself. He’d showed up unexpectedly, interrupting her spar with Hyunjin, so she wasn’t in full Vixen gear like all the previous times he’d met her.
She’d donned the mask, but her hair was free, a neat brown-black braid falling down her back, a few wisps curled to her sweaty face and neck.
“If you tell anyone you’ve seen more of me than my lieutenants, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to break our agreement,” she waved a finger at him.
“I won’t,” promised Jimin.
More of her meant arms and feet, since she was only in a black tank top and workout leggings, her jacket having been tossed aside as she heated up.
Jimin noted interestedly that the gold eyes and red mouth was an indispensable part of Vixen’s persona, as they were still visible.
(As two of her most notable character marks, Ara made sure the lipstick and contacts were first in and last out when she switched between Ara and Vixen. He’d just proved her point—though he didn’t know it—that you should always be prepared for the unexpected; you never know when someone would drop in, either ally or foe.)
“So, you took care of the three men?” she asked.
Jimin nodded. “JK and I made sure they won’t be trafficking in the future…or committing any other crimes.”
She nodded approvingly. “Good.”
The tones of Vixen’s cell phone rang and she bent over, fishing the phone out of her pocket. Answering it, she turned around but didn’t move away; Jimin eavesdropped as best he could. “Vixen.”
There was a pause as her contact spoke.
“What? Stall him! Flag him down and tell him I have a visitor! Engage blade if necessary.” With an aggravated sigh, Vixen ended the call and pinched her nose, muttering something about stupid training, then turned with a smile that was clearly false.
“I’m going to need a minute, would you mind waiting in another room?”
Jimin complied, following her to a small room that reminded him of a cabin. She pointed to the twin bed and shut the door behind her. Jimin didn’t feel like a captive since there was a window large enough for him to crawl through, and there didn’t appear to be any bars or lasers to stop him from doing so if he wished. But he didn’t wish to; he was here for a reason, afterall.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway as someone came jogging up to Vixen. The tread was heavy, likely male, and the visitor greeted her in a male’s voice.
“Hey Vix, I found out where he keeps the goods- why are you frown- ouch! VIX-mmph!”
That male voice sounded awfully familiar. Jimin frowned.
“Shh! I’m gagging you because he’s. next. door!” hissed Vixen harshly. “If you’d checked outside before you snuck in, you'd have seen his car!”
Jimin strained his ears as the whispers softened and moved down the hallway. However, he’d managed to drop a bug on Vixen’s back as he followed her, so he pulled out his receiver and shamelessly eavesdropped.
“I came over the roofs tonight so I didn’t see. I’m sorry, VIx, that was careless; I should’ve known better. I’ll check 360 degrees next time, yakseokhae.”
That was definitely JK.
“Good. Yeesh, oppa, you almost gave everything away! I had Han ready to rush you with his knife to slow you down!”
Oppa?! Why was Vixen so close to JK?
“Sorry, Vixen. But I found out where he keeps the goods, and I’m getting mine tomorrow, so I need to make sure the others won’t be visible when it’s done.”
…the blacklight tattoos each member got when they were inducted into Bangtan? He’d thought JK was a reliable asset to Bangtan, so he’d invited him to get it. JK was obviously Vixen’s spy in Bangtan, but why?…most of JK’s time was spent on his bodyguarding duties with Ara.
Unless…Vixen was going to take out Ara to hit Bangtan and Grey? But both of them were allied with her, that didn’t make sense. And he knew JK would never hurt or let anyone or anything hurt Ara.
Clearly, more investigation was required.
“When are you going to tell him, anyways, Vix? Hasn’t it been long enough for you to trust him?”
Vixen sighed. “It’s a big secret–half my life. It takes time to open up.”
“I understand. I’ll be there when you’re ready. I’ll leave now…”
Jimin heard JK discover the bug when he hugged Vixen goodbye.
There was a pause, crackling as the bug was moved, then a dramatic inhale.
“Vix, what’s this?”
“That’s not one of ours…that’s Jimin’s. I thought I felt his fingers on my back, but I didn’t have time to check.” Vixen cursed, and then all that Jimin heard was static as JK crushed the bug under his boot.
The door swung open, JK standing protectively beside Vixen, who crossed her arms and stared at Jimin.
“Fine. You discovered it. Jungkook is my spy in Bangtan. He helped me start Stray Kids, and he’s an honorary member, since he’s technically affiliated with Gray. I’m not plotting anything against you. Happy?”
“Why do you care about Bangtan’s tattoos?” Jimin stared back at her.
“Because Stray Kids have blacklight tattoos too, and I didn’t want to out JK’s and my relationship because you picked a spot close to his previous tattoo to add yours. It’s moot now, I guess.”
“Relationship?” He glanced between the two.
“We’re just friends,” they said in unison, then looked at each other. “What he/she said.”
Jimin sighed. Sure. Just friends. Whatever you say.
“Okay, prove it. Do you have a blacklight around?”
Hyunjin entered with the light and JK unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off one shoulder. The Stray Kids symbol glowed blue at the joining of his neck and shoulder. Along his left arm were eight small bands of moon phases, as well.
Vixen held the blacklight to her shoulder, and the vivid blue symbol appeared on the front of her left shoulder, slightly larger and thicker than JK’s. “Happy?”
“Alright, I believe you.” Jimin took the light from her and waved it over his left collarbone, showing Bangtan’s symbol in glowing purple-blue. “You can choose where you put it, but somewhere that allows for easy access is a good choice for easy ID,” he told JK before turning to Vixen. “Bangtan’s tattoos are secret for a reason.”
She nodded companionably. “Same with Stray Kids, hence, blacklight. JK and I won’t say anything.”
JK nodded as Jimin looked at him. “ I won’t say a word, boss.”
“You’re affiliated with three families, JK. Which one are you most loyal to?”
JK swallowed, his big eyes a bit rounder than normal at Jimin’s subtly threatening tone.
“Yeah, JK, tell me who you’re loyal to,” Vixen buffed her nails against her shirt as she leaned against the doorway, the very picture of nonchalance.
“...I am equally loyal to them. My primary loyalty is to your wife.”
After several tense seconds, Jimin smiled approvingly and patted his shoulder. “Good.”
Vixen nodded at him for his diplomatic answer, then left to continue her spar with Hyunjin.
Jimin and Jungkook rejoined, watching the spar just as VIxen put Hyunjin in an armlock. He tapped out and Jungkook danced into the ring. “Still mad at me for my slip up, Vix?”
“No, we’re good. Foxtrot spar?” She added one of her many code words with him, requesting the use of martial arts plus blades.
Jungkook nodded, and the spar began.
Jimin leaned forward, closely following the pair’s movements. Their sheer grace and long practice of martial arts gave them the facade of a deadly dance, clearly used to practicing together.
Silver flashes gleamed as their knives slashed and parried, tucked away the next second for strikes and kicks.
Finally, JK saw an opening as Vixen slowed from fatigue, her previous spar with Hyunjin lowering her endurance. Caught in a chokehold, Vixen tapped out.
Bowing, the pair ended the spar. Jimin clapped, impressed. “You both fight very well.”
“Thank you,” they said in unison, leaning down to grab a water bottle, opening it, and chugging at the same time.
Jimin rolled his eyes. Totally “just friends”.
Two weeks later, two days before the beginning of the trials, Ara took Nabi to the mall to take her mind off the upcoming event. Nabi now had a varied wardrobe, but Ara was looking for formal dresses for them for a future party..
Nabi had settled in surprisingly quickly, becoming more talkative and outgoing as the days passed, though she was still a quiet child.
She had only been on the street a week since her mom died when she was kidnapped. No one knew who or where her dad was.
Ara had contacted a counsellor for Nabi to see when she was ready to talk about it, and she and Jimin had agreed they’d love to foster with intent to adopt. When Nabi was ready, they’d talk about it. So far, she seemed to love the house, and she often followed Jungkook around like a duckling when he wasn’t with Ara.
Jungkook casually browsed through the men’s section of the formalwear store while he kept an eye on other customers. Ara took Nabi to the womens’ changerooms to try on a couple dresses each. Stepping into the room beside Nabi’s, she froze at the reflection of the man in the mirror with the gun painted at her.
“Follow me quietly and you and the kid won’t get hurt,” he growled.
Tentatively, Ara turned around, hoping Nabi would stay in her changeroom.
Alas, that was not to be, as Nabi stepped out. “Unnie, my zipp-” she stared at the man and Ara calmly, though her eyes were wide with shock. Slowly, she crept behind Ara, keeping an eye on the man.
“Come quietly and you’ll both be fine,” threatened the man. They headed out the back way to the van idling by the door.
Getting in, Ara felt the dull throb of a needle prick as everything faded to black.
~~~
Jungkook headed to the fitting rooms anxiously. Twelve minutes had passed with no sign of either Nabi or Ara. Normally, Ara asked for his opinion on formal fits; while he supposed she may have decided to ask Jimin’s opinion instead, he was still a little worried.
As soon as he saw the silver and jade hairpin Ara had worn that day on the ground, the needle pointing to the back exit, he knew something was up. Pulling out his phone, he began making calls.
~~~
Slowly blinking her heavy lids, Ara tried to focus her thoughts and make sense of everything. As she gradually became more clear-headed, her memories returned.
Pretending to still be unconscious, she strained her senses to check her surroundings.
So far, she could tell that she was likely in a warehouse (how original) in the industrial area by the Han River, with the smell of water and the faint industrial noises surrounding her.
Nabi was in the chair behind her, back-to-back, either still out or merely pretending, like herself.
Ara couldn’t sense any hostile presence around–evidently, they were still supposed to be under the drug’s influence for a while longer.
Carefully, she pressed her watch button in and twisted it, sending an emergency GPS ping to both Chan and Jin.
Clearly, the kidnappers didn’t expect much of a chaebol heiress; since she was untouched, her eight knives, two GPSs, and five impromptu weapons were still on her. Well, at least they were respectful. This meant she was likely not going to be harmed, at least at first, and they didn’t know she was Vixen.
She could work with that.
“Nabi-ah, are you awake?” If she was, Ara would have to wait for her prince(s) in shining armour (unless the kidnappers tried something before then), but if Nabi was still out, Ara could fight her way out and then claim a rescue…
She felt Nabi’s hands brush hers, then– “I know you’re Vixen. Can you get us out of here before oppa comes?”
How- how did this child– Jimin still didn’t know!
“I’ll try.” She wiggled a knife free and passed it through their bonds to Nabi. “Go for blood if you’re in trouble. Now is not the time for guilt or gentleness. Use your teeth and elbows if you have to. Aim for fleshy parts like eyes, groin, or disabling their arms and hands.”
“Got it,” Nabi whispered back. “You’re so cool, unnie.”
Ara smiled inwardly, then began tugging the knot of the rope around her hands loose.
Once she had undone the ropes, she slyly slid one of her knives from her thigh free, using it to cut Nabi loose. “Sit tight unless you’re attacked, okay? On three, I’m going to get our captors’ attention. I already sent a distress signal, so Jimin and Jungkook will be here soon,” she added to reassure her foster daughter.
On three, she ripped the blindfold off and stood up, sliding the knives tucked into her heels out and kicking them off, choosing to fight barefoot.
A quick slash up the side seam of her skirt, and she was ready to fight.
The kidnappers had noticed that she was awake, and five men dressed in black ran into the room.
Good, no guns, yet. The illegal weapons left traces very difficult to clean up and explain away.
Silently she charged the row of three, using the first’s momentum to tumble the second and third like dominoes.
While they were still reeling, Ara began slicing at the fourth and fifth, incapacitating them by aiming for their thighs and shoulders.
One, Two, and Three regained their balance, and Ara hurled one of her blades into Two’s shoulder as she danced around Three, hitting pressure points to take him out.
On her way to One, she yanked the knife out of Two’s shoulder, jabbing it at his waist and thigh.
One appeared to be better trained than the others as he aimed for a pressure point on Ara’s neck. Unluckily for him, she grabbed his wrist, forced him to his knees, and kicked him in the groin.
Spinning back to Two, she hit his neck to temporarily paralyse him, watching him slump before repeating the motion on One.
Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face, wishing she hadn’t dropped her hairpin at the store as a clue for Jungkook. He’d have found her soon enough through the CCTVs, and she could see better without her hair flying around if she’d kept it.
A second batch of five emerged from the hallway she assumed led to the boss’s control room, but this time the group was armed and better prepared.
Ara supposed the first group were the disposable, bottom-tier underlings who underestimated her.
Dropping into a crouch, she grinned ferally. Worked every time.
Two and Three charged her at the same time, so she simply crouched there, then uncoiled at the last second. Using Two’s knee as a springboard, she wrapped her legs around Three’s neck, sending Two sprawling and choking Three out.
On her way to meet One, Four, and Five, she gifted Two a knife to the thigh, dangerously close to the femoral artery. Oops.
Just before she hit One and Four, she dropped to her knees and slid by, taking their legs out. Rather badass a move of her, if she thought so herself.
Five grabbed her by the hair–rude, but smart— thankfully, it was long enough she could twist to face him and swipe at his knees, then grab his wrist and twist him around.
He released her hair, and she swiftly knocked him out, then headed back to the still-conscious Two, Four, and One.
A quick insurance stab to their dominant arms, and all ten opponents were incapacitated, if not unconscious.
Ara spun to the door, dropping into a defensive stance and re-gripping her blades tightly, only to relax in relief when IN and Felix showed up.
“Oh, good, you’re the first ones here. Nabi knows– I’ll figure out how later– but as of right now, Jimin doesn’t know, so you two took out those assailants, okay? I watched you rescue me when I woke up halfway through the fight,” Ara quickly aligned their cover stories.
Clearly, she should tell Jimin about her…nightly business ventures, but now would not be the time.
“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen’s bodyguards saluted, then began dragging the kidnappers into a row and tying them up.
Ara reclaimed her knife from Nabi and sat back in her chair, holding hands with the girl.
“Jimin-ssi should be here very soon and we can go home, okay? You were so brave; I’m proud of you. It’s okay now, so I understand if you’re a little scared or overwhelmed. Do you want to talk about it?”
Nabi shook her head. “I wasn’t scared; I knew you’d keep us safe, and Jimin-oppa and Jungkook-oppa would come for us.”
‘’How did you know I’m Vixen, Nabi-ah? And I gather you figured Jimin and Jungkook out too.”
Nabi grinned, turning in her chair to face Ara. “Jimin-oppa doesn’t wear a mask. I recognized him from the night when you all rescued us. That pink hair is kind of distinctive. I thought Jungkook-oppa worked for Vixen, but then I saw him with Jimin at the police station. I didn’t know till you woke me up for supper the first night; the way you talked to me and approached me was just like Vixen. And then I saw you with Jungkook-oppa and you were close to him like Vixen was.”
“Is that why you were watching us all so closely?” Ara had a revelation. “I just thought you didn’t trust us yet.”
Nabi nodded proudly. “I was trying to figure out who knew what about who.”
Ara smiled at Nabi and smoothed her hair down. “You are a very clever girl– you’re the first person to figure out that Shin Ara and Vixen are the same person. Everyone else who knows, I told. Have you figured out what everybody knows by now?”
“I think so…you and Jungkook-oppa know each other and Jimin-ssi, and he knows Jungkook-oppa but not you?”
Ara nodded, “Good job, Nabi-ah. Jimin’s family and mine are allies, and Jungkook works for both of them, Gray and Bangtan. He also works for my –Vixen’s– family, Stray Kids. Jimin-ssi and my appa both do not know about me being Vixen, but I think I should tell them now, don’t you?”
Nabi nodded. “Secrets should be kept few and far between.”
“Wise wor-”
Their talk was interrupted by a group of armed men bursting in, guns in hand.
Ara and Nabi blinked back at Jimin’s wide gaze. “You’re safe!”
He holstered his gun and anxiously looked them over. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, pulling Ara into a hug, then Nabi. “What happened?”
“We’re fine, Jimin. Nabi is probably a bit more anxious than she lets on, but we’re fine,” Ara ran her hand down his chest soothingly, feeling the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.
Jimin pulled back to examine Ara's face. “Why is there blood on you?”
“Oh, it's not mine, it’s…theirs…” Ara waved at the neat row of captives guarded by Felix and IN. “They took those guys out and rescued Nabi and me. Jungkook called them, saying we were in trouble.”
Ara had to have some last fun as Vixen, before she unmasked. Unable to resist, she asked in a loud whisper, “Why are there so many of you and why did you have a gun?!”
Jungkook coughed loudly to cover his laughter at Ara’s acting. Felix and IN exchanged grins, turning their backs to ‘guard the prisoners’.
The rest of Jimin’s squad of six looked awkwardly around, invested in the drama and wondering how their boss was going to get out of this jam.
Panic flashed through Jimin’s eyes. “Uh…why don’t we get you home and have a doctor look at you, jagiya. You must have been so scared, Nabi-ah. Let’s go home, hm? I think Mrs Lee was stress-baking up a storm.”
Jungkook slipped out to start the car and told Jimin quietly, but loud enough for Ara to get the message, “I called Dr. Hyunjin– he’ll understand. I have Lady’s men ready to help; I called her guys after you and Jin-hyung.”
“Thanks, JK.” Jimin escorted his girls to the car, leaving Jungkook to drive home while he fussed over them in the backseat.
Ara waited till Nabi showered and Hyunjin okayed her to do anything, much to her husband’s chagrin.
Nabi went straight to bed, and Hyunjin told Ara and Jimin that she was healthy, with no side effects from the drug used to knock them out, and was only stressed, though less so than he’d expected.
Ara was touched by Nabi’s faith in her and her guys.
Hyunjin said good night and all the attention was on Ara. She willingly took a shower, conceding to that after adamantly refusing Hyunjin’s checkup.
Finally, so Jimin would stop worrying, she agreed to give him five minutes to reassure himself that she was indeed feeling 100%.
Ara perched on the counter in her ensuite, her towel wrapped around her neatly and another on her head to keep her hair from dripping in her face.
Cupping Jimin’s face in her hands, she looked him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry for worrying you, yeobo.”
“It’s not your fault, jagi,” Jimin protested immediately.
“Not the kidnapping, no, but the worrying, yes. There’s something I need to tell you. Please don’t freak out, okay?”
Jimin nodded warily, his eyes full of questions.
Ara grimaced, then said. “I know you’re Park Jimin, Head of the Bangtan mafia.”
His face jerked out of her hands. “What? No, I’m not– where did you–”
“Sh, I know, Jimin.” She cupped his face again. “I know Appa is Shin Jungok, head of the Gray mafia. I know my oppas work for you and him as mafiosos. I know your friends aren’t just your friends, they’re also mafia. I know my friend Minho is mafia. The reason I know all this is because…I’m mafia. I’m Lady Vixen.”
Jimin pulled his face away again to stare at her, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.
“I know I was never supposed to know who you all are, but I have since I was twelve. I started planning Vixen then; Kookie helped me. When I was seventeen and Kook was my full-time bodyguard and we could sneak around, I became Vixen.”
“I…don’t believe you.”
Ara hopped off the counter and exited the bathroom, heading for her closet. She changed into jeans and a blouse, then slid her shoes on. “Follow me if you dare.”
Jimin took her hand, confused and curious, as Ara led him to Jungkook’s bike in the garage.
They hopped on, Ara revved, and they sped off, Ara making evasive manoeuvres and pulling over randomly to ensure no one would follow them.
Ara casually strolled up to Vixen’s HQ, D9, and entered her fingerprint, eight-digit code, and eye scan after a moment’s pause.
She headed straight to the back, to Vixen’s room, waving briskly at the sparring members of her mafia gathered in the main room, and pressed on a panel in the wall.
The panel popped out and Ara reached in, removed a small package, and slipped her contacts and fangs in. A small tube of lipstick sat on a shelf, and Ara carefully applied a coat. The mask went on, the jacket was zipped up, and her boots laced up.
Dumbfounded, Jimin watched as his wife did a slow twirl in front of him, a smug smirk on her face. The entire transformation took five minutes.
“You’re really Vixen.”
“Yup.”
Hyunjin popped in with the blacklight again and Ara confirmed her SKZ tattoo on her shoulder. “Thanks, Jinnie. Can you ask the others to come see me in a minute, please?”
In the minute they were left alone, Ara sat behind her desk and kicked out a chair for Jimin to sink into. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner–for worrying you without reason. I was actually the one who knocked out the guys; Innie and Lix got there after. That’s why I was bloody.”
Hyunjin reentered with IN and Felix, handing Jimin a bundle.
He unwrapped it to discover six knives and two stilettos, which caused him to turn to Ara in confusion.
She smirked. “I never go out unarmed. I also have a GPS in each watch and a few of my larger jewellery pieces. I could also have utilized the belt on my skirt and my necklace as weapons, if I so wish. Unfortunately, I had to leave my hairpin behind, but I often wear my hair up in pins because they double as an excellent weapon in a pinch…especially if they’re modified. All this is to say, I’m sorry for worrying you earlier, and I can take care of myself, so please don’t worry if something like this happens again.”
Jimin stared at her, taking in this whole other side of his wife he’d overlooked before. “Wow, you really are a vixen.”
She tossed him a wink, a proper one, as Seungmin, Minho, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung entered.
“Sup, Vix? Oh…”
“Yep, I told him. Thought he might like to know some of my most trusted men, so he can reassure himself about everything.”
Once her men gave a succinct explanation of their path to Stray Kids and left, the couple were left alone, silence blanketing Vixen’s office.
Jimin leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You’re really something, jagiya.”
The faint sound of people sparring elsewhere in the building filtered through the air while he collected his thoughts.
“I want to be angry that you hid all this from me, but I can’t really without being a hypocrite. Thank you for telling me now.”
Ara sighed in relief. “Thank you for accepting this part of me. Shall we agree to keep no more secrets?”
The two shook hands solemnly. “No more secrets.”
“Oh, by the way…Nabi figured you out the first night she stayed with us because you don’t wear a mask, and also because of your pink hair. She found me out because Vixen and Ara approached her the same way.”
Jimin sputtered and Ara giggled.
“We have a future menace to society and the underworld on our hands.”
Park Jimin and Shin Ara exited the courthouse, their bodyguards shielding them and their new daughter from the paparazzi.
Once the trial was over and the traffickers harshly sentenced, Nabi relaxed more and was able to enjoy life.
She’d readily agreed to Jimin and Ara’s proposal and was delighted to become a Park.
Secretly, she was dying to know which Family she’d join when she grew up, but wisely didn’t say anything about it.
Now, the papers were signed, sealed, and filed, and Kim Nabi was officially Park Nabi.
In honour of the occasion, Bangtan and Stray Kids had collaborated again to open Black Swan, a restaurant that would be Nabi’s future, if she so desired.
Bangtan and Gray had also collaborated to open Blue and Grey, the last bar in the Blue string owned by Jungok.
He’d been thoroughly shocked to find out his little girl had known for a long time about his secondary business, and how she had twisted his most trusted men around her little pinky (Jin and Namjoon had been glared at for weeks after Ara spilled the beans), but he was proud of her ambition and success, even though he wished she had stayed on the legal side of things.
~~~
Jimin crawled into bed beside Ara and flipped off the light, turning to pull her to him.
“How is everything going? You’ve been pretty busy lately,” she murmured, cuddling into his body heat.
“It’s calming down now, thankfully. The worst part is seeing you less.”
“Flatterer,” she said, but Jimin heard the smile in her voice. “I miss you too, when you’re busy like this.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying her angelic appearance as the moonlight fell across her face. They lay there, cuddling in silence for a while, until a thought struck Jimin. He’d been getting used to talking to Ara about his mafia issues, knowing that she’d understand him better now.
“Yoongi is looking for a wife.”
“Oh?” Sheets rustled as Ara pulled away a bit, turning to look at him.
“Yeah, for some reason he wants a wife who’s not in a gang. You know anyone?”
Ara made a noise of surprise. “Really? Hm…I might! You know how I’m allying with that gang, Seventeen, temporarily? I might find a way. I’ll look into it.”
TO BE CONTINUED…in Godmother: Tigress
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope you have a beautiful life<3
Some fun notes about the universe, if you're interested:
-> 22924514 = Vixen in Alpha-numeric code. It's Vixen's code for D9. D9 is a STAY easter egg.
-> Jimin and Jungkook were both part of the same trafficking/rescue situation. They weren’t together, though, and their memories are fuzzy and black out from that time. Eventually, they realise they have a connection and bond over it.
#bangtanwhq#bangtanfamiglianet#group: bts#member: pjm#type: fic#author: star-my#series: godmother#title: vixen#chapter: 3#length: 5-6k#rating: t#au: arranged marriage#au: ceo#au: mafia#bts fanfic#bts jimin fanfic#bts ff
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Under The Arbor
Part One: Few Scars, Many Kits and Endless Prey
Fall Leaf puts her nose to the dirt and climbs the stones where she can overlook the clearing beyond it. The golden field had been cleared by a human noise maker, leaving the space open and empty. Calling her above anything else.
This is a lookout point she's climbed and even gone far outside of countless times before. Even venturing out regularly now when the humans living within sight across the field were far away. But the urge is different as the sun peeks through the trees this time. This time, no part of her felt the tug to return down the slope again, not as it had before. There is a part of her somewhere in her chest that tells her she won't be coming back this time, drawing her far away. Her pointed ears stand upright, and her tail waves excitedly behind her.
Like every fox did, as her mother explained so early in her life, she felt the calling. The burning drive to leave the den she was raised in and become her own hunter, den builder, and protector. A fox cub's parents fill those roles until the kits are old enough to do these things for themselves. Independence from their parent's food, shelter, and protection marks the beginning of a fox cub becoming a grown adult.
As a cub, it had terrified her.
"One day you won't need me, little leaf. You will do all I do for you on your own." The warm voice of mother whispered as she snuggled into her belly. Ignoring her brother's paws digging into her side to get closer to hide deeper into the vixen's fur.
"But what if I can't!" Fall Leaf had squeaked, curling closer to her mother.
"You will. I am sure." She laughs, licking her cheek,
With a tail wrapped tightly around them, her mother silently sends them into a deep sleep. With a full belly, warmth, and safety, Fall Leaf hadn't let her mind dwell on it long.
Now, all Fall Leaf wants to do is leap onto the other side of the ridge and go.
Confidence wells in her, remembering her mother's words. A season after that moment, deep in a den with her mother, Fall Leaf has provided her own food for what feels like forever. She's fought off crows and helped her mother build a new spring den. As the cold of autumn sets in, her whole body, from nose to tail tip, screams that she is ready.
There would be good hunting, Fall Leaf knew, beyond this field and several over. There, she has seen thick woods- not unlike the ones that sheltered them now. The crows, the kind ones who patiently waited for what her family left behind instead of rushing them for the leftovers, promised her so. It would be plenty to help her through the winter, she knows, which will set in once all the vibrant colors currently on the trees fall to the ground, and the last of the color dies and sleeps till spring, as her mother explained.
There was little to no fox scent there the last time she visited (because, of course she visited), nor that of wolves of any kind. While that didn't promise a lack of confrontation, it seemed a safe start. That place would be her goal.
Staying with her mother was always an option, and the vixen knows that well. But she didn't intend on helping her mother raise a litter of siblings, as safe an option as it would be. No, not when the chance was so wide open before her under the gleaming gold of the sun pushing through the trees as it rises.
The ground is slowly being warmed by the rays, but soon, the earth will begin to freeze overnight. Lightly, a coating of frost at first, then deeply, making everything ice before snow. The thought of trying to get her paws into frozen earth makes her have to shake off an extended look over the area around her mother's den.
Now. The time was now, or else she might never leave.
Looking back a last time into the shaded drop into the ravine where she grew up, Fall Leaf's dark-furred chest deflated, still. Sunrise is crouching at the bottom of the stones. The sunny orange ears of her littermate are pinned to his head, and he doesn't look up at her with his long muzzle close to his white paws. Undoubtedly, he knows where her mind is already, and if his tail tucking itself around his body is any indication, he is less than happy about what she is planning to do. It's nearly enough to break her resolve to move on today.
"Stay!" He cries out to her, lifting his face from the ground and taking a few steps to place a single foot on the first stone. For a moment, she thinks it is a shame for his bright orange coat to be sullied by the dirt.
Her ears pin, and her tail drops close to the ground at the sound.
"Come with me!" She screams excitedly at him. Playfully, she jumps down and intentionally nudges him before leaping back up. A failed attempt at convincing him with a bit of play. They aren't kits any longer, but Sunrise always loved wrestling.
Sunrise shrinks back into the den at it this time, and Fall Leaf stops and sighs sadly. Her brother isn't ready, not yet. It simply wasn't his time now. Despite knowing that that was a good thing, that it would make her smaller sibling more ready for what the both of them would be facing, a twinge came over her heart temporarily, and she slowly made her way down the stones again. Closing the distance and nuzzling his lighter fur. Would he be happier here, helping their parents with next season's litter? Would he leave this winter before that?
The first bit of grief comes over her, knowing she might never really find out.
"I love you, brother," She whimpers despite the sound coming out heavy, "I wish you the best life if we never cross paths again."
"I wish you the best life, too, Fall Leaf. With few scars, many kits, and endless prey," Sunrise whimpers back as he returns her affectionate nuzzle before they pull apart.
Turning though, she comes face to face with her mother's unmistakable white mask, looking down at her with gentle hazel eyes. Otherwise, she looks much like her sibling, a lighter color than her fiery red pelt. The steady gaze is the one that had watched her learn to walk, to pounce, to track. There is sadness in them, though. While she had grown more distant the last few turns of the moon and had visited them less and less, the love, even with her presence, wraps itself as tightly around her as her own pelt.
"Thank you," She squeaks. "I want to be as good to my kits as you were to me, Mother."
White Mask steps forward and nuzzles her shoulder before pulling away and nodding. "I have no doubt you will do that and more, my little one. That said, I came to be sure that you're ready. Are you ready, to feed yourself alone, to protect a terrority? Make a den?"
She is taken aback by that by the hesitancy in her voice. "You were the one who told me I could, even as a kit." She says firmly.
"And I stand by that. It's just that you may not understand how much you still have to learn." White Mask replies with the same unwavering tone she raised them with. "I only love you and worry, daughter."
"I can do this; I know it. No matter how much I still have to learn." Fall Leaf says back, unfazed and matching the immovable belief in her words that White Mask had used.
White Mask's eyes seem to grow proud when she steps away, making her heart feel full. Sunrise, while still not filled with zeal about seeing her go, still manages to be excited as they watch her take her first steps as a grown, free fox. They believed in her, and if Fall Leaf didn't believe in herself, that would be enough to fill her up with confidence in what she was doing in spite of anything. With a large deep breath, she turns. This time, she reminded herself to not look back.
Bursting with the energy loosed from finally taking the first steps, Fall Leaf climbs the stones for the truly last time like the wind rushes, fluidly jumping down over the other side. As she takes full strides through empty fields, the vixen is careful to avoid the sharp stubs left by the human monster claws when they cut these fields. A handful of birds take wing. Sunrise and their mother let out exuberant farewell calls to her from behind her. Which she returns for as long as the sound of their voice echoes.
Likely for the last time. No more stashes of food from her mother or sharing warmth with Sunrise. No more strolls in the territory with her father, whom she hadn't seen in days and days.
It makes her choke on her grief while she passes through one field, a second one, and then a third. Practically bouncing as she avoids the sharp, dry stubs left behind. The pangs melt away when her hazel eyes take in the tree line, lit up by the rising sun, and the sounds of life within make her ears lift towards it. Her whole body falls into the same pull without her consciously directing it.
#Orignal Writing#Orignal Fiction#Orignal Characters#Prose#Animal Fiction#Foxes#Short Story#Part One#Under The Arbor#Part One: Few Scars Many Kits and Endless Prey#Please share/reblog!#First time doing something like this and I am SO nervous. Please do be kind.#writblr
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Shepherd S-Teir Essence
DISCLAIMER: So this is my first Essence idea I'm doing publicly for people to join in on, if they want. I'm not great with Essence lore, but designs I really really like doing. I'm going to put some ground rules for the essence below. For now though, here's a little bit of info on the lore.
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"Today was supposed to be a joyous day for me, for us."
"For once I don't have to worry about lowly humans messing with our lives. That is why it rains when the foxes are to be married. To keep the bad away."
"But now? The rain is weeping, cold and in misery. I've lost so much, given them so many chances to prosper, but they all run away, calling me a foul beast..."
"Will you be the bride-to-be? Or are you here to strip me of my chances of happiness once more?"
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S-Tier: Twofaced-Fox Groom - Pearce Whittaker
The groom who is half man, half beast. Countless maiden's were fated to him, and yet all have washed away like the rain on his special day. He will get what he wants, even if a little sacrifice entails.
A-Tier: The Vixen Bride - Carmilla Blackwood @ask-idv-outcast
The bride who came to be. Her world spins at the lack of understanding. Is this a reality? Or is this a twisted fantasy of possession and desperation? Pleading is endless.
A-Tier: Hindered Ijiraq - (OPEN)
The objector to this nightmarish event. Shapeshifting into what he must, Protecting the Vixen Bride is all that matters. To pry the claws off a fox, you must be in the exact situation, and take the rightful role back.
B-Tier: Deathly Officiant - (OPEN)
The preacher who's gone cold. Nothing more than a long, skeletal remain of who they once were. Adorned with the antlers of an elk, they must ensure this wedding does not end in humanity's downfall.
B-Tier: Wilting Willows - Ameillia Thomson @ask-idv-gas-specialist
To toss the petals at a wedding is almost necessary, and yet here, everything is dead and lifeless. While there may be no joy in such a place, there is always a small glimmer of hope. All roles must be played, no matter how bitter it may be.
B-Tier: Ouroboros Bearer - Eiji Narukami @idv-artists-trio-trio
The rings bind lovers indefinitely. Vows are made, and promise till death. This is the eternal cycle of destruction and re-creation. Fighting through skin and bone, you must be there for your beloved always.
B-Tier: The Urayuli Usher - Victor Grantz/Campbell @ask-victor-grantzcampbell
A large beast who finds the to-be-brides lost in the woods. Those who have gone missing lie at the hands of a beast with high-pitched shrills. Yet here, they serve as peaceful creatures seeking to guide those destined to fate.
B-Tier: Maid of Shallowness - (OPEN)
Jealousy, Hatred, Pettiness. All things accumulated to malice. The maid who wished to be the best, to have a gorgeous wedding. The plot only thickens when trying numerical times to replace the bride. Even if bloodshed is the last resort.
B-Tier: Best Man's Sorrows - (Damien Hardwick @idv-sinful-deities
Pity, Regret, Ashamed. The things that make the Best Man feel sorry for countless brides and their frivolous ends. With little to no power, all they can do is weep enterally at what could transpire next. If only someone could stop this nightmare once and for all.
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RULES:
One person per blog, sorry homies with the multiple characters on one blog. U_U
a. OCs and canon characters are allowed btw!!!
First come, first serve. That's the rules man. Once all the roles are filled, that'll be it so I can work on designs.
Skin Recommendation ideas would be cool! If you have any questions, you can message me here on Tumblr, or On Discord if you prefer! My User is JustMandika#2840.
Don't rush me on the skin making. I absolutely hate that and it might make me procrastinate longer.
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So yeah, that's it. If you want a character to be in this little essence idea I did, please lemme know in my inbox here for shepherd. I'll answer in due time, I promy ( Xv X) b
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Fandom: Ikémen Revolution
Pairing: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice
Tags: PWP, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Hand Jobs
Thank you to @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore for organizing this event!
The perfumed fairy lights of the artist market enchant the eyes and delight the senses. Jaw-dropping paintings, wood-turned bowls, blue glass ceramics, intricate woven baskets, and leis of all color and materials clamor for attention. Bedecked in your matching green sundresses, Seth and you coo over your favorite pieces. "Let's get a souvenir for Nodisha!" you exclaim.
"Of course! She would be disappointed if we didn't ⭐️" says Seth. "What do you think of this, Alice?"
He holds up a wooden box that's a swirl of color: light and dark wood intertwine into the shape of a hibiscus flower. After careful examination, you remove a carved stamen. With a click, the lids slides off and reveals a cushioned compartment. You clap in happiness. "A jewelry box! Oh, she'll love it!"
Seth's smile crinkles into the corners of his eyes. "I think so too. Let's get it!"
You pay the artist their asking price and they throw in a pretty bag and bow to wrap the present in. You loop the bag through your arm and hold hands with Seth as you amble the thoroughfare. The market is hot and lively—partly since the Army descended upon it en masse. The air has a tang of festival to it.
As your gaze wanders, you realize, with a start, that you know the name of almost everybody here. You began the trip knowing the Black Army and the Chosen Thirteen. Now you recognize Ozymandias, Celeste, and Zero buying baskets together, laughing over how they're perfect for storing lollipops. The trio of militiawomen drinking margaritas out of coconuts are Amber, Dimple, and Brittney. You must strain to hear over the hubbub, but Luka is sharing recipes with Mateo, Yuki, Edward, and Jake. When did this happen? You know the Kings and Queens meticulously planned this appreciation trip for weeks, but your heart basks in this after-glow of their success. Step-by-step, Cradle heals.
With an almost audible pop, your musings are interrupted. Somehow, you've walked into a discreet alleyway. Seth leads you onward to the back of a building. No one is here but darkness and cricket sound. "Seth?"
"There you are 💚," he says. "You were so lost in your thoughts, I was lonely without you!"
You glance around. "So you took me here?"
"Less distractions and," he crowds into your space, backs you against a friendly wall, "I want a kiss."
You arch a brow. "Just a kiss?"
"Without any wolves watching us. May I have one please?"
There's only one answer you want to give. You kiss him, sweet and clear as a summer morning. You two showered before going out, so Seth freshly smells of his favorite rose moisturizer. You could eat up the scent. You could eat him.
Seth seems to be having similar ideas. His hands roam up and down your thighs, leaving dull nail trails of excitement. You grab his plump ass and squeeze. He stutters against your mouth, but is undeterred in lifting the cotton cloth of your sundress and diving for the prize underneath.
His flat hand rubs against you, rough and quick, waking you to sensation. Desire flares. You're seized by the imperative to rut against his hand. Seek light-popping friction against his calluses. As you work, your panting breath keens over to whine. Seth, devil he is, bites your neck in encouragement.
You cling and break against him, over and over in desperation. "Seth, please, I need more," you beg because the heat filling you up is reaching intolerable levels.
Because you are you and he is Seth, it only takes a stroke and a finger twist. You cum hard into his palm. You shudder and grip tight his shoulders. "Alice," he coos, "what a sweet present you've given me."
Before you can even make a semblance of a recovery, Seth brings his drenched hand to his lips and licks it clean. You blush to the roots of your hair. "You didn't have to…"
"I did." He fixes your dress and dusts off his own. "Shall we return to the market?"
You grab his chin and lay a searing, bruising kiss on him. "Now we can go," you say into his dazzled eyes. "And I owe you a treat later!"
#summer of smut#summer of smut writing challenge#summer of smut content creation challenge#ikemen series#ikemen revolution#ikerev#seth hyde#ikerev seth#a03#text post
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We Need More Joan.
I'm stuck in bed with a torn meniscus and back spasms. All I've done over the past two days is read, and watch Bravo television. For those wondering, Vanderpump Villa is absolute magic, and I am still hoping to come back as Lisa Vanderpump in my next life.
All this time spent in bed allowed me to finish the first book from The Brown Paper Bag of Smut: Velvet Song by Jude Deveraux. This is the third book in a series, all of which have Velvet in the title. It was published in 1983, and the paperback copy I have was a whopping $2.95. Man, inflation is a bitch.
Velvet Song is set in the very specific, "South of England" in 1502. Right off the bat I'm going to tell you I'm not a historian, and the only history I know anything about (much to my mother's delight and pure bafflement) is revolutionary China, because it was the only subject that interested me in college. If you're looking for historical accuracy, I doubt Jude Deveraux novels are your wheelhouse.
Now that we got that out of the way, our heroine is the Taylor Swift of the 1500's. Alyxandria Blackett has no curves to speak of, lavender eyes (it's always lavender), hair of every color, and mad troubadour skills. She's out in the woods one day with her cittern, writing songs and making music when she's accosted by Pagnell, the soon-to-be Earl of Waldenham. Alyx kicks him in the balls, and takes off. Pagnell is livid, so he retaliates by killing Alyx's father and starting her house on fire. He also puts wanted posters all over town, accusing Alyx of treason, witchcraft and thievery. So typical, am I right?
Pagnell is universally hated, and the town feels bad for Alyx; so they disguise her as a boy and send her off into the woods to live with a band of outlaws. Now, this is where the book goes full Mulan. Since Alyx has no curves to speak of (something she curses God for every chance she gets), it's easy to disguise her once her hair of many colors is cut off.
Of course the leader of the band of outlaws is our heartthrob: Raine Montgomery. Raine takes Alyx on as his squire, and it immediately becomes an enemies-to-lovers situation. With plenty of weird homo-erotic behavior thrown in for good measure. Raine declares he's going to, "whip some order into the men." Guys... this is where Disney got the "Make a Man Out of You" inspo for Mulan. I'm TELLING YOU. Jude girl, I hope you're receiving some residuals.
One of Alyx's squire duties is to wash Raine's armor. She's down by the river, casually washing away when a really hot guy shows up. I thought this might turn into a love triangle, but no dice. Jocelin has too much trauma from his last relationship. Instead, he and Alyx (remember, she's supposed to be a guy) have a very intimate singing scene.
Later on, Raine gets hurt in battle, loses a ton of blood, and of course it's the perfect moment for him and Alyx to bang it out. Oh, I'm sorry. It's when, "his maleness touched her womanliness." I will say, I love the fact Alyx has no shame or guilt over their tryst. We love us a sexually positive queen!
Once Raine recovers, he finally admits he knows Alyx was a female (honestly, she did a terrible job disguising it), they admit they love each other, and they proceed to have sex on the forest floor. And on horseback, which sounds very uncomfortable and damn near impossible to do.
Lest you think this is just a romance novel, some "historical" stuff happens too. Raine's sister is kidnapped by the rival Chatsworth family; she is raped and then commits suicide. Raine is furious and wants to go avenge his sister. Meanwhile back at camp, Blanche the jealous camp vixen sets Alyx up and makes it look like she's been stealing from the settlers. Raine agrees to take Alyx and leave camp. But Alyx knows this is a horrible idea, so she and Joselin pretend to make out, Raine sees them, and banishes them from the camp, only to stay behind himself.
Fast forward four months, and of course Alyx is pregnant. I would love to know if they conceived the baby during their horseback romp, but we'll never know. She and Joselin are traveling around as a musical duo, and they end up at a castle where they meet Elizabeth Chatsworth; one of the reviled Chatsworth family members who is actually very nice, and protects Alyx when the dreaded Pagnell shows up.
Just as Pagnell is about to get his revenge on Alyx, Raine arrives. He rescues Alyx, they quickly get married, and he takes her back to his family's land. Of course Raine's family all loves Alyx, and they head off to the market where Raine buys Alyx all kinds of furs and cloth for dresses. It's like Pretty Woman of the 1500's.
While at the market, Alyx gets pulled aside by Roger Chatsworth. He wants to know what happened to Elizabeth, and is worried about her because he heard she was sent off to live with Raine's brother Miles. Raine sees Alyx talking to Roger, and loses his shit. He heads back to the woods, and leaves her with his brother and sister-in-law.
While he's pouting in the woods, Alyx gives birth to his daughter, Catherine. But even the birth of his daughter isn't enough to draw him out of the woods. So, Alyx takes matters into her own hands, leaves baby Catherine with Raine's family and heads into the woods to get her man back. She takes Joan, the maid, with her.
Y'all. This is where the story really got interesting.
Before Alyx leaves for the woods, her sister-in-law warns her about Joan, and tells her she, "sometimes forgets her station." This is 1500's speak for, "Joan is a sexually liberated woman." Once they get to camp, Joan proceeds to have sex with four different men. At the same time. Alyx is both impressed, and curious about the logistics. Raine is mad, because Joan's magic vagina tired his men out to the point they can't even lift a sword.
I need a Joan standalone novel. How did she become the tamer of four men at one time? What's her backstory? How did she end up as a maid for the Montgomery women when she's obviously capable of so much more? We need more Joan.
Raine is still so mad about Alyx talking to Roger Chatsworth, there's a requisite spanking and make up sex scene. Meanwhile, Brian Chatsworth shows up at the camp and asks for refuge. Not long after, Roger shows up looking for a fight. Brian drugs Raine, takes his armor, and tries to fight Roger. It doesn't go well, and he ends up dead. Alyx and Joan nurse Raine back to health again.
Alyx goes back to the castle where Raine's brother and sister-in-law convince her to go talk to the King on Raine's behalf and get him pardoned. Alyx knows Raine is going to be pissed, but does it anyway so their family can be reunited. The King agrees to pardon Raine, and allow Elizabeth and Miles to marry. Alyx... brokering peace after generations of strife. We love her.
Raine is mad, and still won't come home. So, Alyx packs up baby Catherine and sends her off into the woods to live with her father. It's like split custody before that was even a thing. Of course Raine falls in love with the baby, returns home, and they all live happily ever after.
This was a promising start into The Brown Bag of Smut, and I'm resisting the urge to get the rest of the Velvet novels to see if there are any more details about Joan. But this queen deserves her own novel. The Velvet Touch? The Velvet Maid? Drop your suggestions below.
I give this one 2 peppers on the spice scale. Mild heat, but nothing outrageous.
Until next time... feed me romance and tell me I'm pretty.
#lisa vanderpump#vanderpump villa#mulan#pretty woman#jude deveraux#velvet song#romance novels#historical romance#romance books
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I was gonna make a joke about fox noises in response, but it reminded me one of the stranger facts about living in the suburbs/rural areas where foxes happen to exist.
Foxes, when mating, the vixens let out sounds that, to the human ear, sounds uncannily like a woman screaming. If you know what foxes sound like, it’s not too freaky to hear and you can differentiate it pretty easily, but just an odd fact for you.
(Fun facts and any implications aside, if you ever hear someone screaming in the woods, please DO NOT go towards the sound. Call authorities, but don’t go trying to play the hero. People use methods like that to pull you into unpopulated locations for nefarious reasons. Even if it’s not exceptionally common, don’t risk your life, and call authorities or people who can better help anyone who might need it. Malicious people will play off of your empathy, please don’t let it mess with your capacity for empathy for others, but also don’t let them hurt you because you are kind.)
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Family Matters, Ch. III
Chapter 3 of 4 for "Family Matters", an Essence of Ragnarok story.
Kris gives Joseph an ultimatum. What will his response be?
Word count: 2,417 – Character count: 13,622
Drafted: March 10th / 11th, 2023
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If there's one consistency in the Essence of Ragnarok stories… it's that Joseph is always sad about something. d:
Joseph Lithius, Kristian Sanders, and "Essence of Ragnarok" series and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li
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"Kris… no…"
"Four," she said without emotion.
"Kris, why…?"
"Three."
Joseph trembled. "Kris, don't do this…"
"Two."
"Kris…"
Kris narrowed her eyes further. She looked like a remorseless killer…
"One…"
Joseph had to make a decision. And in that last second, he chose…
"Vehicle!!"
The vixen's eyes opened a little wider. "'Vehicle'?" she echoed.
"V-vehicle…!" the fox squeaked, trying desperately to climb over the barricade.
Kris held him at bay, watching him squirm for half a moment. She seemed to be studying his actions… almost like determining if she should let him climb back over.
"Alright…"
Eventually, though, she pulled her umbrella away from Joseph's head and even offered him a hand. He was extremely happy to accept it. Not long after, they crossed the bridge together and entered the former's car. Kris put it into gear, got onto the road, and headed out.
Joseph couldn't bring himself to speak or even look at Kris as she drove. All he could do was hug his legs and hide behind his tail. He wasn't exactly scared of the vixen… Rather, he was still horrifically shaken up over what he had almost done… or what she had almost made him do. He was still recovering from the panicked state he'd reached while scrambling for the other side of the barricade. It wasn't until they arrived at the house in the woods that he was finally able to get a grip on his situation.
"Out."
Joseph winced as Kris slammed her door. They were home and she was already outside of the vehicle. He shakily clambered out from the passenger's side, wincing as he closed the door on his side. When the vixen began walking toward the house, he hesitated…
"I will lock you out."
At least until she said that. He was quick to follow her once that threat was made.
"I am going to take a shower," was the next thing Kris told him as they went inside.
He quietly nodded, watching her hang her coat…
"Do whatever you want, but change out of those wet things."
Her eyes narrowed again.
"I have no desire to mop the floor tonight."
As she headed down the hallway and into the back of the house, Joseph decided to wait in the foyer. He wasn't sure if she was going to lock him out of the master bedroom, but he wanted to make sure she was preoccupied before he tried to get any dry clothing.
About five minutes after entering the house, Kris had made her way into the shower, leaving Joseph access to the rest of the place. He removed his wet garments and walked to the guest bathroom. There, he used a towel and dried off as well as he could. Once he had stopped dripping, he walked into the master bedroom and retrieved some sweatpants, a shirt, and some clean underwear, slipping into them before finally going into the living room.
Well… now what?
Dressed and dry, Joseph sat on the couch, head in his hands and eyes on the floor. He was still beside himself with how casually the woman he loved had encouraged him to end it all. He had seen Kris' malicious side before, but the way she handled him at the bridge was an entirely new level of heartlessness that he wasn't sure he would ever forget.
Was that her way of handling the news…? To take it out on me…?
The fox curled up on the couch, hugging his legs and chewing on his tail. He blankly stared at the deactivated television across the way as he got lost in thought.
Maybe this is the new "normal"… Maybe she hates me, now… Maybe she's right to…
He bit down on his tail's tip, shivering.
I made her sleep with me… her own brother…! No wonder she wanted me to jump off the bridge! If the roles had been reversed…
He paused, really thinking about things.
No… he decided. No, if she was the one who pushed me into a sexual relationship and we found out we were related, I wouldn't want her dead… I don't want her dead! I just want… I just want… I… I dunno what I want…
Joseph hugged his tail, hiding his face.
It was bad enough that the doctor told us we'd never have kids… Telling us we're siblings on top of that…? I… I don't think he was lying, either… He had no reason to lie about any of that beyond maybe charging our insurance company for more unnecessary testing…
The fox shook his head.
Kris is my… my sister…? How is that even possible? I never saw her before college… I'm sure I would've remembered a blue-haired girl from the orphanage… And she told me she was adopted from one in the Cobalt Region, too, which is nowhere near Chromium. How is it even possible we have the same parents when we grew up in completely different places?
He paused… then he felt his stomach turn.
We had sex… So much sex… A-and we're related…! I… I still… I c-can't…
Joseph's head was buzzing with questions that had no answer. He tried to close his eyes, but he just kept hearing the doctor's voice… "You're related." He kept hearing Kris' voice… "Jump or get into the vehicle." He heard his own voice… "I slept with my sister…" When he heard a door open down the hallway, though, he sat back up and looked. Kris was approaching, wearing her floor-length, button-up nightgown.
"I see you are still here," she said to the fox in her usual, cool tone.
He nodded. He didn't have much to say.
"Have you eaten?" Kris looked toward their kitchen. "I can make you something."
She got the answer she needed when she heard his stomach growl.
Things were quiet as Joseph and Kris sat at the kitchen counter. The latter had cooked a couple of fried egg sandwiches with cheese for them both – a regular fixture of their diet even before they tried to have a kid together. Joseph occasionally glanced at Kris, but Kris seemed wholly unfocused, just staring off into space and eating in silence.
Why isn't she saying anything? he thought to himself. She couldn't be that mad at me… She made me a sandwich, like usual. What's going through her head…? Gods… I wish I could read minds, right now… I wonder if she can read my mind… Was that one of the things Professor Marcus taught her? Why can't I remember…? Ugh…
He paused, taking another bite of his food.
Gods Above… this sandwich is so freaking good…
After a long, uncomfortable meal, Kris collected their plates and walked over to the sink. Joseph continued to stay silent as he watched her wash a dirty pan and the two plates from the meal. Within five minutes, she was done.
"Where do you intend to sleep tonight?"
"What?"
The vixen had turned to face Joseph. She was drying her hands with a dish towel as she addressed him.
"Where do you intend to sleep?" she repeated. "Do you intend to sleep, for that matter?"
"Wh… why?" the fox cautiously asked.
The vixen shrugged, putting the towel back near the kitchen sink. "Curiosity, I suppose."
"I… I'm not sure I can sleep after what happened…" Joseph truthfully answered. "It's a lot to process."
"You will live. Or, do you wish to return to the Haz River and jump after all?"
Kris quietly hummed as she saw the fox's ears fall.
"I thought as much."
"Would you even care if I did, at this point…?" he asked, sounding a little spiteful.
"Do what you will," she told him, walking out of the kitchen. "And apply that statement to any action you may take going forward."
"You really don't care… do you…?" he asked, starting to tear up.
Kris stopped walking, though she kept her back turned to her… associate.
"We will discuss things when you are ready," was the only answer she gave.
"I'm ready now…!" Joseph hopped up. "Why won't you talk to me…?"
"You are not ready."
"I am!"
"No. You are not."
"Bullshit!!"
He stomped over to Kris, putting a hand on her shoulder. To his surprise, she sharply knocked his arm away before turning to face him.
"You are not ready to have this discussion," she stated as a fact, though with an attitude.
"I am, too…!" Joseph cried.
"You may think that you are," she callously informed him, "but you are not."
"Then… then when will I be ready?!"
"When you grow up!"
Joseph was once again startled by how sharply she had answered him. He was even more startled by the angry look she wore. Her fur bristled and her ears were pulled back. She was baring her teeth at him, too…
"I'll… be sleeping on the couch," he quietly said at random.
Kris' face relaxed. "Then, I will retrieve your pillow for you," she answered.
After Kris snapped at him, Joseph decided to just drop the matter altogether. She really didn't want to discuss things any further. Once she left and came back with his pillow, he returned to the couch and laid down, drawing a nearby blanket over himself and settling in. Kris didn't say a word more, quietly retreating to the master bedroom and leaving him there. Just as well… Joseph was out of words, too. And so ended that night, early as it may have been.
The next morning, Joseph was awoken by the sound of a door closing loudly. When he shot up from the couch, he noticed that Kris was in the kitchen. She had retrieved a glass from the cabinet and was in the process of retrieving some orange juice from the fridge.
"Good morning, Joseph," she said in a calm tone. "I hope that you slept well."
He hadn't, but he didn't want to tell her that.
"I would offer to make you some breakfast," she said, "but I am in something of a hurry. I had forgotten that today is the class trip to the War of the Trinity Museum in Muramasa. 'Ash's Cataclysm' is on display for a limited time, you see, and the student board decided that it would be a good idea to–"
"You're going to school?"
"Yes." Kris quietly looked on. "Why?"
Joseph rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses. Once they were in place, he noticed that Kris was dressed in her nicest outfit: a purple pencil skirt and blazer, a pink dress shirt, black heels, and dark stockings. She even styled her hair and was wearing makeup and earrings!
"Wh… why are you all dressed up?" he asked.
"Because," she said as she poured herself some juice, "we are going to a museum. It was recommended that the staff and chaperones dress nicely to–"
"You're really going to school after everything that happened yesterday…"
"Yes…" answered, sounding impatient. "I would have offered your services as a chaperone, but–"
"After everything… You're just…" Joseph swallowed. "You're just gonna… keep going? Like nothing happened?"
"Some of us have day jobs." She took a long drink of her juice before telling him, "We cannot simply abstain from responsibility because we were given some bad news."
"But–"
"The news has not physically incapacitated me as it seems to have with you. Ergo, I am going to Masamune Union High this morning, as I do most weekdays. That is my job."
Kris emptied her glass and set it in the sink. Just as she started rinsing it out, the toaster on the other counter beeped and ejected a piece of toasted bread. She was quick to grab it and even quicker to head to the front door.
"Do what you wish," she told Joseph as she grabbed her car keys from a bowl near the front door. "I will press onward for the both of us if I have to. However, I would prefer–"
"You don't have–"
"– that you grow up and get back to what you do best. I will see you later."
Joseph couldn't get a word in as Kris left that morning. All he could do was sit on the couch and stare at the front door. And… that's about all he did after she was gone, too.
Kris returned home just as the afternoon rolled into the evening. When she opened the front door, she wasn't the least bit surprised to see her housemate lying on the couch with a pillow over his head. He wasn't trying to suffocate himself or anything… He was just trying to block out the world around him, seemingly – or at the very least, the light of day.
"Should I assume that you have not left that spot all day?" she asked, tossing her keys in the bowl on the table in the foyer.
"Mm."
"Have you eaten anything?" She paused, holding up a greasy-looking paper bag. "I drove by your favorite fast food restaurant and ordered a pair of chili dogs for you. I have also ordered a portion of seasoned curly fries."
"Mm."
"Joseph… you need to eat something."
"Mrr…"
The vixen sighed. "So be it."
Choosing to ignore Joseph, Kris walked through the living room and over to the kitchen. She set the bag on the counter and walked to the sink. As expected, the glass from that morning was still there. The pan and plates from the previous night were also still in the dish rack nearby.
"Have you done anything all day?"
"Mm…"
She narrowed her eyes. "Riveting conversation." She then sighed and walked back into the living room to kneel near the couch.
"As I said this morning," she began, "I will carry us both for as long as necessary. However…"
She pulled the pillow off of Joseph's head, revealing his messy face.
"It would be somewhat easier were you to give the minimum."
"Mrah."
The vixen shook her head before placing the pillow back down.
"I know you will have to relocate sometime… Even if you are neither eating nor drinking, your body still has to relieve itself." She paused again. "Should you choose to do so on our couch, however, I will throw both you and it outside."
She was trying to be funny. When he didn't respond, though, she just sighed again.
"Right… I need to remove these garments and slip into something more comfortable. I say again: do what you will…"
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@vulpesse | the GBEP
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Lambs.
Sarang looks at the ferocious beast giggling beneath the strongest weapons at her disposal and suffocates on the venom in her own smile.
She hates lambs perhaps just a tad more than the arrogant man. He she knows how to deal with, he's so easy to dispose off, whenever she encounters difficulties in getting a job done, they're related not to her lack of wit or prowess, but to circumstances, equipment, sudden turns of event usually related in turn to the inevitability of the fallacy of man.
So, either she's up against something her arrows don't work against or someone or the other stepped out of line for some half-assed belief or the other, messing with her plans, falling over themselves to fix things according to their ideals, ignorant to the larger scheme of things she's forced to operate in here.
They're idiots, basically.
But lambs.
She commends and even admires the vixen's ability (and the genuine tone of it) to split the soft into categories of deserving and undeserving. She wishes, perhaps, deep within her she could say the same. That she could nurture those meant to be nurtured, that she could be soft enough to watch over a lamb rather than kill its mother.
But the envy prickles at the back of her throat like a snake tickling her insides with the tips of its fangs, a playful, demeaning threat.
She grimaces for a split second as though she were about to vomit.
She almost relaxes at the shift in the other's everything. The darkness and anger that befalls her, the threat she exudes, Sarang thinks of the people who have had the misfortune of meeting her and delights in knowing they met their predator.
It's easier, this way, she sighs to herself. This is a lot more comfortable.
"Oh I'll be out of your hair fast," she moves her hand as though dismissing the mere notion out of the air, that she may intrude into the beast's lair for longer than she's allowed to. Her immortality may protect her from seeing her rather timely demise in these woods, but no secondary glance towards her teeth or claws or eyes is needed to imagine the kind of pain she'd live through first.
She stills somewhat, pauses in pushing the perfume extract she always carries on her tongue onto the air around her to truly - as she's done before - take in who she's dealing with.
Considering the power the fox possesses, Sarang should rather begin wondering if her name is written on a list hidden somewhere in the Order's depths. A beast, a revenger and avenger, protector, mother earth's finest, deadliest weapon. Why wouldn't they want her dead?
Perhaps this is an act of defiance on Sarang's part as well. Work with the she-fox another version of her might have been set out to kill, in a different timeline.
"I do have a plan. I'll lure them in, you kill them. Devour them. I mostly need you to take care of one of them."
She lifts her index, as unnecessary a gesture as it is decorative.
"He's wearing dragon skin and my arrows can't penetrate that. Before you ask, can't tell you where he got it from. Though, I'm happy to add, you get to keep it if you'd like~"
No, she doesn't. Or at least not ideally. The scaled leather strapped across his frame is what she's actually here for. But, oh well, who knows. Maybe she'll just have to keep away from the Order longer, if it gets oh so mysteriously lost again.
A thought strikes her. Once the parasite is removed, she'd have to address the parasitical presence she poses, as she's mentioned. Where Sarang considers herself to be giving parasite, where co-existence might be an option, she's not stupid enough to not understand who makes the rules here.
And it's much better to play by them. To lose an ally like her, a tragedy.
"And you can feast upon me as well, later," she throws onto her branch with a challenging little smile.
"I regenerate. If you see my liver as just payment for your help here, I'd be delighted to pay up."
#vulpesse#the success;sarang#HYELLO~ FKLDHGFJHLG hope it's okay that i moved the post i'm trying to switch over entirely#to the beta editor so yeah ;W;W;W;W; HOPE IT'S OKAY ♥
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Reblog if you are vixen living in the woods, currently hanging upside down from a tree, or love my chemical romance
#these are all me by the way#i live in the middle of buttfuck nowhere#makes me a vixen living in the woods#hanging out in trees for fun#whispering my love for my chem to the woodland creatures#cara.txt#gerard way#my chemical romance#mcr#ray toro#emo#frank iero#mikey way#memes#overly specific mcr memes#the black parade
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Kny x OP Female Reader | 2
⚠️[Warning: Spoilers for Demon Slayer]⚠️
Muzan felt a heat overtake him. No! It was chills. No! This was something so bizarre and unusual for any urge of his. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you seemed to physically express your amazement at your power. It wasn't fear. Not like with him. But this desire that was overtaking him wanted to stop this battle entirely and to hold you against himself.
To feel every facet of your body imagining the softness of such a strong figure. WHAT WAS GOING ON!? He hadn't felt this way since he was a weak pathetic human. He had to get away from here away from you...for now. When he took his chance he ran from you. This fiery and confusing (s/c) vixen that had the gall to taunt him and even land a few hits. He found himself reflexively running slower as if he wanted You to catch up as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Finally escaping you he tried to forget you. He really did but your power and alluring nature just couldn't keep him satisfied.
It had been nearly a whole month since he had seen you and unfortunately he couldn't go searching in that town. The hedge of wisteria stood guard even as he camped out, hoping to see you emerge from it but you did not. He figured if he couldn't have you here he'd settle for the town over, maybe kill some humans to blow off steam?
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The whole Kamado household was beyond worried, borderline devastated when you declared that you'd be traveling to the town over to do your training.
"Waaaawaaaa"
"Please don't leave us Ni-sama!!!"
"Please stay."
"na y/n-cha"
"Now now Takeo, Hanako, Shigeru, and even you Rokuta!" Their mother lovingly reprimanded.
Nezuko stepped in, "Although we will really really miss you, (Y/n)-chan I know you've been antsy since you have gotten here. At least now you can put all that energy to good use."
"Oh was it that noticeable?"
Everyone nodded and you were sure if this was an anime you would have sweat-dropped. You looked to Tanjiro who you expected above everyone else to have something to say but he just smiled at you and continued eating. Needless to say you puzzled over his reaction for the rest of dinner. Is he mad or just in deep thought? Your best bet was to confront him after dinner during his final chore: organizing the fire wood.
"I think you shouldn't go." He sad it with a smile as pure as fallen snow but the tone of an angry darkness was wriggling beneath the skin. You helped him relocate the wood he was trying to move. "What?! Why?"
"Why? Why!" He kept his voice down for most in the house were off to bed. "You're strong enough already, you barely know anything about anything, and the family needs you!"
"Tanjiro-"
"We-I don't want you to leave." His smile was gone now and he glared at the pile he had made refusing to make eye contact. His fists were clenched and you could tell those burgundy pupils were filled with unshed tears.
"Ever since you got here you've become someone I can't live without...different than just family. Something more."
You dare not to speak fearing you'd mess things up somehow. You only came closer to him.
"Ever since you've gotten here you've had this scent of foreboding and it just keeps getting stronger every time you do your training sessions." He hesitantly reached for your hand, "I just want to be there whenever this danger comes so I can be there for you." You intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed. When he finally looked up you brought your forehead to his, locking your eyes with him the best you could.
"Tanjiro. I can't dissuade your worries about what I'm dealing with now but I'm going to need you to trust me." You captured his other hand with your free one. "All relationships are built on trust Tanjiro...I can't guarantee everything I do will make sense but it will always be for the betterment of our-er-the family. Ok?"
He looked shocked for a moment before gliding past your arms to tug you in for a hug.
You would stay close with him and the rest of the Kamado family for your last week, spoiling them with your super abilities to make work take half the time and just doing things together. You promised Tanjiro you'd send letters every time you had the chance and even then he couldn't let go of you when you agreed to one last hug. Even worse the whole family got emotional again and piled back onto you full of tears and mournful goodbyes.
Your only worry was that would be the last time you saw them.
.......
He was so elated to bring you home and finally indulge in you the way you had promised him in your letters. Stalking in the thick snow he called for you, again. You had been trailing behind him with that scent of foreboding again, stronger than ever. We'll figure it out when we get there when we....get..home..the scent of blood...?
A lot of blood....he began to ran aware of just how sluggish your steps had become. There he saw it. An image of his nightmares. Laying still in the snow bloody and still Rokuta, Nezuko....no in house the lifeless eyes of Takeo stared right back at him...his mother....Hanako...Shigeru He couldn't believe it this must be a dream, right? RIGHT? Nezuko..doesn't smell dead, Nezuko! He ran to her side and slumped over Rokuta. She wasn't dead. There was still a chance. Lifting her up he passed by you, who was siting with Takeo.
"Nezuko's still alive! We need to get help...come on!"
He only heard those same sluggish steps as he tried his best to run in such snowy conditions. Somehow he could still hear you trailing behind him even as the sound of growling was heard. Sensing the danger Tanjiro maneuvered her off his back to fight her off pleading for her not to fully turn.
"TANJIRO!"
Your call gave him the cue to turn over, protecting Nezuko from the flying swordsman. You watched as Giyuu got a hold of Nezuko and you decided this was your chance coming up from behind you shot your kick out to take out his legs only for the water Pillar to dodge and land to hold you down instead. Even as he dodged Tanjiro's rock attack, you remembered this is what made the Pillar take an interest in Tanjiro. You decide to stay pinned until Tanjiro is knocked out; when he hits the ground, the axe lands, and Nezuko is released you hit the ground running. You don't fight but you stay prepped in a stance ready to fight.
"Why are you protecting her?! I get him that's his sister but why does this concern you?" He looks over your shoulder to see Nezuko stand protectively over Tanjiro, you look back to see the fated scene yourself. Leaving your back exposed he uses his sword to bring your back to his chest in a hold with just his hands.
"Hey!"
"And what are you? Some weird variant demon-type." He was mostly joking, he felt like you were human and the warm backside struggling against his front was just further evidence. He quickly held you in place hitting that pressure point causing you to slump into him. Before he could relish in the feeling the attacking demon lunged for him again and again aiming only for him. The difficulty of holding an unconscious girl in his arms and dodging Nezuko was too much so abandoning you into the snow was the best idea. Your falling form was promptly caught by Nezuko who jumped back retreating to the sleeping Tanjiro laying you nearby before going back on the attack. Giyuu knocked her out as well, being sure to mention you in his letter to Urokodaki.
Man, it was hard having to relive this whole experience
My poor bby tanji
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yanderes#yanderexrea#yandere#yandere harem#yandere kny#yandere demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#yandere muzan kibutsuji#yandere tanjirou#sad vibes
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[ peace treaty - kiribaku ]
AN: this is a fantasy au piece, enjoy! :)
CW: yandere, dubcon, arranged marriage, stalking, coercion, dragon/animal anatomy, fantasy au, afab terms, predator/prey dynamics, size difference, facesitting
“A mate, huh?” Katsuki chuckled as he stroked his companion’s horns, looking into the horizon thoughtfully.
“Think about it! We need hatchlings to lead the future generations of the Bakugo clan.” Eijirou pleaded with his mate. “Don't you ever miss the company of a woman? I know I do.”
Adding a woman to their pack would certainly bring its advantages. It would undoubtedly strengthen their positions as clan rulers if they were to have a wife and children to carry on both men’s legacy.
“Fine,” Katsuki conceded. “Let’s go find a mate then.”
The pair returned to their respective forms, wolf and dragon, as they began their hunt through the wild countryside for their new mate. Days of running down the mountainous forests away from their clan, they settled on resting at the edge of the woods, looking at a clearing just over a shimmering river that separated the two territories. Beyond the meadow was a small fortress surrounded by the community that they presumably controlled—a perfect place to start their search after some well-needed sleep.
Katsuki was the first to awaken from his slumber at the sound of a woman’s voice. And a heavenly voice it was, signing an alluring melody. Peaking his head over the bushes, the young prince saw the enchanting woman bathing alone in the stream. The other man had awoken as well, just as equally entranced by the naked dancing woman.
“A vixen...” Katsuki murmured, twisting to look at his mate. It was clear to both men that she was the mate they were looking for. Independent, vexing, sweet. She was perfect.
“Let’s snatch her up now while she’s distracted, ” Eijirou grumbled impatiently, eager to take her back to their den at once.
“Patience, Ei. I want her too, but now is not the moment to strike. Let's watch her a bit more; she needs to be more than a pretty face, you know that.”
Katsuki did not doubt that she wasn’t their perfect match, but he is a predator to her before he’s a man to her at this moment.
The blissfully unaware maiden that you were, you went on with bathing peacefully in the warm, summer day. Your attendants had followed you from the castle, watching from afar as they knew you valued your time alone in the stream. After some time, one of them called for you back to the castle for supper. Dried and dressed, the group of you departed from the meadow by horse as the sunset.
“So, she’s a princess, Katsuki.” Eijirou’s tail trashed with excitement. “If we marry her, we’ll get this territory too! Oh, I wonder if she likes to travel..” The red-haired man went off on a tangent about his many fantasies for you while the blonde thought deeply. This was almost too perfect; he had just the plan to corner and ensnare their lovely little prey.
The men stayed at the edge of their territory, for the time being, glad to notice that you had returned to the riverbank almost daily. Sometimes you took your handmaidens; sometimes, you came alone while they trailed back.
They learned that you liked to flip through many a book while basking in the sunlight. A library would be a perfect wedding present for you-they intended to spoil you thoroughly with the dragon’s hoard.
Five days had proven to be enough time for the men to watch you and returned to their clan to make the necessary preparations for your place as their lovely spoiled mate.
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A fortnight later, a letter from the young prince arrived at your doorstep, addressed to your father, the king.
“An alliance? With the barbarian tribe, that’s unheard of, father. Are you sure it’s not some trick?” You doubted, finding it difficult to understand his request. The barbarian clan was...mysterious, to say the least. Living up in the mountains beyond the river, they were a solitary bunch who were ruthless and never exhibited mercy towards their foes. Not much was know about them because they simply never made alliances or held diplomacy with other clans or kingdoms.
“Perhaps they wish to make allies with the next closest kingdom, my dear.” Your father spoke quietly, his voice wavering as he avoided your eyes. “You’ll go up the mountains to discuss the terms with young Bakugo. An older gentleman like me is not suited for those kinds of traveling conditions.”
Nodding solemnly, preparations were made for your immediate departure. All of your belongings were brought to your carriage, something that struck you as rather odd. Although father did say something about the uncertainty of the amount of time you would spend with the barbarians for the sake of discussion.
With that in mind, you set off into the forest just as the sunset.
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The journey had taken nearly five days through the rain and snow, your small carriage trudging up the mountainside to the den of the barbarians. As your carriage came to a stop, two men helped you out and down, both possessing a tenderness that didn’t seem possible for them. The blond was bare-chested, even in the snow! He stood at about six feet and had a body that seemed the gods themselves sculpted it.
“Welcome to my clan, your majesty.”
His smirk was wolf-like, eyes bearing down on you like a predator who has caught his unwitting prey. “Come, let’s get you inside to warmth and comfort. I'm sure you’ve had a long journey. Eijirou here will help with your belongings and join us after you rest.”
The prince held out his arm for you to take as the red-head beside you gave a toothy grin before setting off to work. He...he was something more than a man, he had to be! Standing at well over six and a half feet, he was much more muscular than the blonde; Eijirou airs about him more than human. It was inexplicable.
Katsuki gave a gentle tug to your arm before ushering you to the massive tent that stood in the middle of the community of barbarians who looked onto you with glowing pride. What an odd bunch of people, but you couldn't very well judge them now, could you? They simply had a different culture, another way of life.
The tent seemed larger than life on the inside and was impossibly warm. It had had a large bed adorned with piles of pelts and furs near a roaring fireplace. Many bookshelves lined the walls, as well as prized kills and weaponry were displayed. Katsuki led you to a table near the warmth of the fire. How-
“Magic, princess. I am fortunate enough to possess it, as well as many of my clansmen.” Katsuki boasted, clearly prideful of his abilities. He could only hope it impressed you, which it certainly did. “It keeps us warm up here in the dead of winter, which is soon approaching. It protects us, provides for us, all of which it will do for you too.”
Your smile could hardly be contained as you gazed upon the handsome man with wonder. For you, too? Would this he be so kind as to lend you its strength while you struck a deal with them? The barbarians were indeed nothing like the fairytales you had heard about them.
“I thank you for your hospitality, Sir Bakugo. I am truly humbled to be here with you.”
“Call me Katsuki, little one. We should grow familiar with each other before our wedding.”
His wolfish smirk grew wider as he saw the look on your face. Ah, he so loved that look of feeble innocence and confusion on your expression.
“Oh, did your father not tell you?” he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup. “This is an alliance through our union. Suppose you’ll have us, of course. Otherwise, we might have to resort to other means down the mountain.”
Us? Oh, he means-
“Ei, don’t be shy and stand in the doorway. Come greet your bride properly.”
Thundering footsteps came from behind your seated form as Eijirou towered over your much smaller frame.
“Please, tell me you agree to us, my love. We've waited so long for your arrival, won't you let us have you?” A scarred but gentle hand enveloped yours as the dragon shifter kissed it tenderly. “There’s no need to be frightened; we intend to treat you like our queen and spoil you rotten with all the world’s riches. Grant us your blessing.”
How could you deny them? Your kingdom was in danger, yet these men, they lulled you into such a state of comfort and safety. Perhaps it was the magic at work?
“Please, may I think on it?” Your heart battered against your ribcage with fear and excitement. Two men, both for husbands. What a strange culture indeed.
“Only if you let us have you tonight. Give us a chance to prove our worth as not only husbands but as men to you.”
Blood rushed to your face, heating your cheeks as you felt aflame with shame, and to your horror, arousal. They are seasoned men. Indeed they’ll treat you as gently as they have been the whole time?
“O-Only if you are gentle with me. I am...inexperienced.”
That was all the approval they needed. Eijirou, still behind you, swept you up in his arms and onto the bed. Wanting to show some display of his true strength, he ripped your gown clean off your body. Whimpering, your hand flew to grip his forearm fearfully. “Gentle, please, gentle.”
Eijirou shushed you softly, placing a sweet kiss on your trembling lips, hands beginning to wander to down your sides and to your sex. Stroking your clit in small circles, the men relished in your little whines and moans.
“I think I should give you a taste, huh? I haven't eaten all day.” He purred as he dipped down to press kisses to your lips before diving in with his hot tongue, lapping your clit.
Katsuki’s searing kiss swallowed wanton moans and cries. Eijriou’s hands kept your squirming hips firmly in place, positioning you to sit on his face while the blond continued to lay passionate kisses on your lips, neck, and chest.
Teeth sunk into your neck as the prince wasted no time in marking up his newfound territory. Your cries heightened in pitch as you gripped red hair, calling out Eijirou’s name as you came from his overwhelming sucking and slurping of your juices.
“N-no more! Please, that's enough!” Whining, you began to shake when his tongue barely came to half after your cries. Panting and writhing, you peeled off his tongue and laid on the furs next to Katsuki.
“I think that’s enough for this evening; poor thing is already exhausted.” Katsuki chuckled as he dabbed the sweat off your brow and cleaned in between your legs.
“We’ll build up your stamina and be sure to stretch you gently daily.” Eijirou quipped as he took his place next to your side. Up close, you could see how different he really was. Red iridescent scales trailed on his sideburns and h
shoulders. Absentmindedly, you stroke them and wondered if there were more.
“After all, it’s customary to lose your virginity on the wedding night, so need to rush you in right now. Have you made your decision, given Ei’s stellar performance?”
Letting sleep overtake you, your head nodded gently as he rested on Eijirou’s shoulder. The hunt was over and the men could not be more happy with their choice.
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🌈Masterlist✨
Descendants
Carlos De Vil
”He makes me laugh”
Being the son of Cher from ✨”Clueless”✨ and Carlos De Vil has a crush on you …
The Prince and the Dog… Boy
Ben
Being Elle Woods son and catching the eye of Ben…
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Scooby Doo
Fred Jones
Being part of the Scooby gang and being in love with Fred Jones…
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Glee
Sam Evans
Waiting for tonight
Valentine’s Day at Mckinley High (Part 1)
Valentine’s Day at Mckinley High (Part 2) (Smut)
Finn Hudson
Motivation
No Pairing
Original Song
Physical
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Dc comics
BatCat!Bro
BatCat!Bro Masterlist
Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader
Masterlist
Jason Todd x Male Reader / Y2K Movie-ish AU
Masterlist
Batfamily (platonic)
Being the son of Killer Moth and becoming the new Spoiler…
Easy On Me
Being the nephew of Kate Kane and becoming her sidekick…
Being the son of Superwoman and being moved to another Earth…
Being adopted by Bruce Wayne…
No pairing
Becoming Black Canary’s sidekick…
Dick Grayson
Being Mera’s son and helping the team while Dick Grayson falls head over heels for you…
Being the son of Lady Blackhawk and joining the Batfamily…
BOOMBAYAH
Jason Todd
After Patrol Cuddles
Being The Huntress son and dating Jason Todd…
Being the Son of Hera and dating Jason Todd… (Crossover with PJO)
Dirty Little Secret
Jason with a ”dumb slut™” boyfriend…
All That Jazz (Smut)
Tim Drake
Being Giganta’s son and falling in love with Tim Drake…
Being Supergirl’s sidekick and falling in love with Tim Drake…
Gloves Up! (Smut)
Being Black Canary’s sidekick and Tim Drake becomes your bf…
Wally West
Being Vixen’s nephew and joining the team…
Being the son of Fire and Wally West crushing on you…
Being Zatanna’s cousin and needing help from the team + Wally falls for you…
Kyle Rayner
Your Lois Lane’s son and you become a Star Sapphire because you have crush on Kyle Rayner…
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The Hunger Games
Finnick Odair
Fluff Alphabet (Part 1)
Fluff Alphabet (Part 2)
Being from District 1 and being in the 75th Hunger Games with Finnick…
Smut Alphabet
Finnick falling for a Capitol citizen…
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians/HoO/ToA
No pairing
Being Hera’s demigod son and just being generally pissed off with everyone…
When Son of Hera met Percy Jackson…
Your a son of Aphrodite but Artemis pratically adopts you…
Percy Jackson
Being the son of Circe and sleeping with Percy Jackson…
Being Helen of Troy’s son and being ”rescued” by Percy Jackson…
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Game of Thrones/Asoiaf
Robb Stark
My Love, My Life (Smut)
Being from House Mormont and being Robb Stark’s ✨lover✨…
Robb Stark!Band AU
Summer Renaissance (Smut)
Disco-Fever (Smut)
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Marvel
Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader
Masterlist
No pairing
Being Valkyrie’s son and joining the Revengers… and saving Asgard… Sort off (Part 1)
Becoming Black Widow’s sidekick and just being generally cool…
You’re Tony Stark’s actual intern but you’re also a badass…
You’re Tony’s son with super hearing…
Peter Parker
Being a psychic and going to school with Peter Parker…
Your basically a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and dating Peter Parker…
Again you are a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and your dating Peter Parker but that’s not really the focus of this story…
Okay so you are a male version of Kim Possible and you save Peter Parker…
Meeting Peter and being the oldest child in the Addams Family…
I love you (Smut)
So your basically Danny Phantom but your also part of the Avengers… + Peter Parker becomes your boyfriend…
Just some small relationship and powers headcanons for basically being Danny Phantom and part of the Avengers… (A little smut)
You’re an alien but you also have a magic car and you hook up with Spider-Man… (Smut)
Having Sandman’s superpowers and being saved by Peter Parker…
Peter’s boyfriend with the powers of Invisible Woman… (A little smut)
Drivers License
Being Peter Parker’s boyfriend and living with the iconic legends the Golden Girls… (aka: I made an iconic crossover)
Being the Nova and being frienemies with Peter Parker…
You’re basically D.va from Overwatch and you meet Peter Parker…
Being the son of Emma Frost and being in the same class as Peter Parker…
Flash Thompson
One Time Thing (Smut)
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Boy Meets World
Eric Matthews
HOLD UP!… Guys can kiss other guys?
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Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Being Ginny’s friend and Ron Weasley has a crush on you…
George Weasley
A love story with George Weasley but it was inspired by Bewitched…
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High School Musical: The Musical: The Series
Ricky Bowen
Just A Touch Of Your Love
Cheerleaders (+ EJ Caswell)
EJ Caswell
Secret Love Song
Cheerleaders (+ Ricky Bowen)
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Star Wars
No pairing
Being a mirialan jedi youngling and getting your kyber crystal…
Escaping from Jabba the Hutt and joining the Ghost Crew…
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Lab Rats
Chase Davenport
I watched disney shows from my childhood now you have to suffer for it…
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Modern Family
Luke Dunphy
Being the Dunphy’s neighbour and being Luke’s bff and crush…
Being Luke’s future husband…
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Pokémon
No pairing
Being the son of Lenora and starting in Pokémon school on Alola… + getting your first Pokémon…
#Masterlist#Master list#x male reader#x male reader fluff#x male reader smut#x male!reader#x male!reader fluff#x male!reader smut
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She’s not here
They were all on the bus, heading back to the hotel for dinner and rest.
It was hard work, fixing up a park, but the class did it well. By the end of the day, it was beautiful, all traces of trash had disappeared and they had even managed to give some benches a new coat of paint.
Lila beamed and clapped as it was over, promising everyone a scoop of ice cream, as was tradition when she finished a big project. However, when they found a place that was selling ice cream, she realized she left her wallet in her room.
Apologizing profusely, she swore that she’d get them a treat some other time.
“This has never happened before; I’m so sorry everyone!”
Alya patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, girl. You already helped so much to heal that park; let us do something for you.”
“At least let me order for all of you.”
“If you want, girl, sure.”
“Okay, I’m usually really good at guessing people’s favorite ice cream flavors once I get to know them, so I should be good for most of you, but since Marinette and I haven’t been on such good terms lately, I’ll probably need to ask her. Where is she?”
“I dunno. Mari!” Alya called into the meager crowd of students. “Come on out, hun, we need to know your pick for ice cream!”
Adrien piped up from the back, where he was chatting with Rose. “I don’t think she’s here. She must not have come back from her walk.”
Alya felt her heart race with concern. “Lila, I know you want us to have ice cream, but there’s no way we can just leave Marinette in the forest.”
“Of course not, Alya.” She placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go look for her after I place our orders. I know these woods better than anybody; I’ll have her back in a jiff.”
“Okay, thanks Lila.” She let out a breath, leaning against Nino.
True to her word, Lila left soon after ordering for everyone, heading down the sidewalk to look for Marinette. Sure, she seemed to be going the wrong way, but it was probably a shortcut she forgot to mention.
—
The walk back to the hotel was lovely, with Alya and Adrien arguing over which picture of Ladybug should be the new header for her blog and Nino holding her hand the whole way.
It was only when she got back to the hotel and saw Lila lounging beside a cute boy, did she remember that her BFF was missing.
“Lila! Did you find her?”
Adrien jolted, mid-sentence and looked up at Lila with hopeful eyes. It seemed that he forgot about Marinette too.
Lila sat still for a moment, before a look of remorse crossed her face.
“I’m so sorry, Alya. I couldn’t find her. I scoured every path, but nothing.”
“I should probably check.” Adrien raised his hand. “After all, I’m her boyfriend.”
“That’s a great idea.” Lila stood and walked to clasp Adrien’s arm. “I’ll come too, so we don’t get lost like Marinette.”
An odd look crossed Adrien’s face, but he nodded nevertheless. They began walking to the exit.
“Ah!” Lila flinched, clutching her leg. “My leg! I must have sprained it while looking for Marinette.”
“Oh!” Alya rushed to Lila’s other side, helping Adrien hold her up. “Let’s get you to our room, maybe get some ice for that leg.”
“No, I know you and Nino probably wanted to spend some time together. Adrien can take me. After all, what are all of those fencing lessons for?” She nudged him with a teasing grin, which he shakily returned. Poor guy, probably so worried about Marinette.
“Okay, make sure you call me if you need anything.” She grabbed both of her shoulders. “Anything.”
“Of course.” She smiled and patted her arm before tugging Adrien to the stairs.
Alya turned to Nino with a beam. “Soo, wanna hang out?”
He rolled his eyes, slipping his headphones back around his neck. “Of course, it’s not like we’ve talked about it since we found out about the trip.”
She leaned into his side, pressing a kiss on his jaw. “I’ve looked up a map, and I’m ready to show you all the sights.”
“Hi!” An unfamiliar voice surprised them; it was chirpy like Rose, but not quite as high. They turned in unison and saw a willowy girl with a long ponytail trailing down her back. An odd headband was woven into the deep purple locks.
“Sorry to eavesdrop, but I heard you two were looking for a place to hang out? Might I suggest…” her eyes landed on Alya’s face before brightening up again. “The aquarium? In the evening like this, the lights turn on and everything seems to glow an incredible blue.”
“Really?” She glanced at Nino with a grin. “That sounds like an incredible thing to put on my blog! Come on, Nino, let’s go!”
“Okay.” He chuckled and allowed himself to be pulled down a random hallway.
“Just take a right, then a left. It should be two doors down!”
They both giggled like kindergartners as they ran down the halls. Nino stopped and cocked a brow when she continued pulling him past the door the girl mentioned.
“Let’s play a game.” She whispered. “We both get lost and try to meet back here. Video chat so we know we don’t cheat.”
He pulled out his phone and called her in response.
Once they had gotten thoroughly lost, Alya set a timer and began dashing back to the aquarium.
It took her three minutes. (she may have cheated a little bit, but it wasn’t her fault! Nino is really cute when he gets winded from running!) She stumbled into the room, listening to Nino complain about how much she was making him run.
It was incredible. The latent orange from the sunset and the blues from the aquarium blended in a perfect contrast that she almost dropped her phone.
“Whereisshe...”
“You say something babe?” She glanced down at her phone. It was blank; no service.
Oh well, Nino would tell her what he said when he got here. Meanwhile, she raised her camera app to capture the stunning sight before her.
“She’snothere...”
A flicker at the corner of her screen. She lowered her phone, but nothing was there. It was slipped into her pocket as she turned to the larger aquarium. The fish seemed to be missing, except for one bright orange angel fish.
“She’snothere...”
The fish swam in hypnotizing figure eights. Alya stared at it, entranced. It felt like with every figure eight, the fish was stealing a little bit of breath from her.
“She’snothere.”
The fish moved faster and faster, until the swift motions combined with her shortness of breath made it look almost like it was forming a circle.
“She’snothere.”
No, not a circle.... a face. A face with thick rimmed glasses and a mole just above her eye. A face that looked like hers, but not.
“She’snothere. She’snothere. She’s. Not. HERE.”
A body erupted from the water, and Alya flinched from the waved, but they didn’t even spray her with a mist. Almost like they weren’t there.
A girl stood before her, hair in knots, staring at Alya. She was in a fancy blue dress that looked like it should be poofy, if not for the water dripping from the hem.
Alya stood stock-still, chest heaving. “Who are you?”
“Where is she?” A voice hissed from nowhere.
The girl looked at her with hollow eyes. “She’s not here.”
“Who are you walking about? What was that voice?”
The figure jolted, like a glitching video. Suddenly, her hair was neat and styled. Her dress was dry and fanned out around her.
“Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“Where is she?” The bodiless voice asked again, this time in a tone so sickly sweet, Alya felt like retching.
Her mirror image grinned at the ceiling, walking closer to the empty aquarium. She put her hand on it, like she was about to push open a door.
“She’s right here.”
Spectral waves rushed from the glass, assaulting and surrounding Alya. Her breaths became more and more shallow, it felt like her throat was closing up.
Like she was drowning.
—
When Nino came in, panting and just barely biting his tongue from cussing, Alya was curled in a ball on the floor, wheezing.
“Als!” He fell to his knees beside her, taking in her vitals like he learned in the akuma relief seminar. “You okay? It looks like you had either an allergic reaction or a panic attack. What was in that ice cream you ate?”
“Don’t...know... Lila ordered.” She gripped his hand tightly and pulled herself up, pulling out her phone and dialing Lila’s number.
“Alya!” She could hear the smile in her voice. “Adrien, come on over, it’s Alya.”
“Hey Alya.”
“What... was in the ice cream?”
“The ice cream I ordered? I can’t remember... hazelnuts, I think?”
She glanced at Nino with wide eyes. She was allergic to hazelnuts. Not enough to do anything serious, but enough that she had a little trouble breathing afterwards. That must also explain that weird stuff she saw too; oxygen deprivation.
Nino grabbed her arm, fully intent on taking her to her room to recuperate for the rest of the night. She allowed him to, still a little shaken.
—
A sleek fox sat in front of a broken-eyed ghost. So?
“She’s not here.” Anya replied, glaring at the ceiling. She looked back down, her defiant eyes turning sad. “She’s not here.”
Not true. She’s here, and she’s safe and sound in her room.
Her broken eyes lit up and she floated purposefully towards the best room in the home.
Not yet you don’t! Finny hovered in front of the ghost. She’s sleeping and you won’t bother her!
The ghost nodded forlornly and dissipated.
That settles it, doesn’t it? Grace asked once the ghost was gone
Yep, Allegra moved forwards. These students are helping them pass on. Once they impart their knowledge, and scare them straight, they get their free will back, to haunt or help who they choose.
It’s weird though, isn’t it? Finny mused. How just one word could have changed everything? If Anny had just lied to her, none of this will be happening.
But she didn’t. Allegra reminded him softly. None of them did, and this is the price they pay.
Yeah... Finny flew low. Hey Allegra?
Yeah, Fin?
She’s here. Giddiness oozed from his voice.
Yeah, Allegra stared at the hallway leading to the girl that gave their lives purpose again, she is.
………
The rest
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Quarterly Fic Recs 2021
Hello! This is my first recs list so I’m not sure if I’ve done this correctly, but here are fics I’ve read, loved and thoroughly enjoyed in the first quarter of 2021! They are all very wonderful fics! Each story has its own genre, warnings (and are 18+), so please take that into consideration before reading. If any authors would like me to untag them, please let me know. Enjoy!
Seokjin
golden boy @kpopfanfictrash
summary: The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbors with pizza delivery.
Yoongi
finding big foot @bloomsuga
summary: you set out to hike the pacific crest trail in search of yourself… instead you found him
Jimin
steamy waters @oftenderweapons-a-companion
summary: it’s been a while since Jimin has returned from the tour. Princess is supposed to meet with Vixen and Lace — Girls’ Night squad is back — for dinner and is missing only a few details before leaving when Jimin presents his counterarguments. Too benevolent to leave him sulking — and too vulnerable to his charms — Princess decides she has enough time to indulge him. Of course she ends up being late to the appointment, but she’s not the only one.
Taehyung
the snow king @/bloomsuga
summary: cursed to freeze anything he touches, prince taehyung built a castle of ice to keep everyone else out. what he didn’t plan on? you getting in
enemy @btssmutgalore
summary: Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.
Jungkook
ancient history @moononthejoon
summary: there is no way to deny that you and Jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?
bound @/btssmutgalore
ASK: Imagine Koo on his knees in front of you so that you can bury your fingers in his now blonde hair and pull his head back so he looks all vulnerable and ready to be devoured by you with his throat exposed. Oh, did I mention that his hands are tied behind his back in red silk and you stripped him of his shirt? Have fun with that mental image!
viki & hickeys @1kook
summary: Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.
gold rush @venusiangguk
summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you.
teeth @sweetbunnykook
summary: Your obedient servant has a craving only you can satiate.
oops wrong wedding @ppersonna
summary: jungkook drives you to the wrong wedding
bad behavior @noteguk
summary: in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while.
bad influence ^
summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.
after hours @zibermuda
summary: after your boss hires a second assistant, you feel the pressure of being outperformed more now than ever. A blind date, a tight skirt, and a cup of jealously is the perfect recipe to bake a your-boss-fucks-you-against-your-desk-because-you’re-his-favourite-assistant cake. How sweet!
concrete king @bratkook
summary: when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could you ever say no to him
OT7
nutjobs @ironicarmy
summary: Eight friends. One terrible idea. A whole lot of trouble. Welcome to No Nut November.
Namjoon
cinderella!joon @jinpanman
will you let me? @/bratkook
summary: Namjoon wants nothing more than to see you stuffed full of his cum, and as his mind starts to wander with thoughts of the future, he has to know if you’d let him.
Jungkook
swipe right @/ppersona
summary: after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, Jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?
another taste @/bratkook
summary: full of adrenaline after a show, Jungkook just wants to see you fall apart on his tongue.
Yoongi
of fire and love @hollyhomburg
summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.
Namjoon
break up with your girlfriend @lovetrivia
summary: After his long time girlfriend, Yuri, rejects his proposal and confesses to cheating on him, the two “go on a break”. However, a beautiful student retaking the Human Sexuality class he TAs for may be the breaking point.
heated @joonsgalore
summary: Namjoon is your own personal living, breathing, walking furnace.
fool for you @cutechim
summary: he may be your best friend, but he’s still only second best.
lost in the funhouse @dovechim
prisoner!namjoon au
Jungkook
commercial break; eight @/1kook
summary: You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give. But Jungkook is the same.
e2l!jungkook ^
summary: e2l jungkook checking out his annoying ass coworker
piece of you @dntaewithluv
summary: After three months of pining over the cute delivery boy, as well as ordering a questionable amount of pizza, you decide to finally shoot your shot with him by slipping him your number during one of his deliveries. When Jungkook actually takes you up on your offer and calls you on a Friday night to see if you have plans, you’re quick to invite him over. Seeing the blonde haired beauty at your door with pizza and beer in hand makes you think maybe you’re in for something a little extra tonight, and that for once it won’t just be the cheese on the pizza.
thirty four, thirty five @sunshinekims
summary: you and jungkook had two rules in your apartment: no stealing clothes and no hooking up with each other…too bad you guys broke both of those rules because of a TikTok trend. or was it all bad? you’re certainly not complaining, especially if it means you getting with your roommate. roomies to lovers! au
sweeter than sugar @jungkxook
summary: when infamous playboy jeon jungkook comes to you with a proposition that you know you should say no to, you can’t. because all you really know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before
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