#at least he looks slimy ❤️
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RORY CULKIN IN BLACK MIRROR S06E03 'BEYOND THE SEA'
#black mirror#rory culkin#they should've had him on there for longer tbh for our sakes#at least he looks slimy ❤️
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To Love You
Pairing | wanted!Jimin x princess!Reader
Word Count | 16,1k
Warnings | +18, angst, smut, Jimin is a wanted outlaw, mention of dead parents and conspiracy, the new king is a slimy being, mention of hatred, painful feelings and abandonment, many tears, Jimin is allergic to romantic feelings 💀, murders (sword, poison, torture…), attempted rape, lots of kissing and touching, breast worship, love marks, talks about having a baby, impregnation kink, sex in the woods, virginity loss, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, licking pussy, forcing orgasm, mild fantasy!AU toward the end, this is not for minors.
⤷ Summary | You have been separated from your beloved and your kingdom is under the rule of a heartless man, but all is not lost.
➢ Author's Note | I wrote this story because after Dark Moon I found it hard to part with Jimin, and at the same time I wanted to bring some sweetness to heal my heart a little, I hope you enjoy this story ❤️
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"The multi-murderer Park Jimin here, the rebel leader who has been sowing terror in our lands for years, stealing from our families and killing our children, is sentenced to capital punishment, tomorrow at dawn the gallows will await his head."
A buzz rises in the room, all the attention of those present is focused on the commander of His Majesty's Royal Guards, the man is reading an official communiqué, with every word your heart receives a painful, deafening stinging.
Your eyes are steady on the blond-haired boy, kneeling in the middle of the hall, his mischievous gaze on the king, your uncle.
"The condemned man will be escorted immediately to his cell, where he will remain until the following morning, in the hope that he will repent of his deplorable deeds and ask God for forgiveness."
The boy’s grin deepens, in his ice-colored eyes that contributed to his fame, shines an amused spark, you know what it means… it’s that attitude of his that made you fall in love with him, your Jimin.
"Deplorable is forgetting the poor people you have killed for your own interests, mine was only justice, my lords...there should be someone else in my place, you all know that," the barb aimed directly at the king makes everyone present hold their breath. including you.
To address a tyrant ruler like your uncle in that way is simply insane, by your side you see the man in question clenching his fists and narrowing his gaze, but he dare not go on a rampage, not in front of his subjects, at least.
"Take him to his cell, that's where such a beast deserves to be," the king hisses, and when the guards badly pull Jimin to his feet, he finally looks at you-it's only an instant, but it's enough for you to notice his expression change from mischievous to wistful.
You barely hold back the tears as they take him away, unable to say or do anything, you promised him, you promised him you would do nothing foolish or dangerous, but your heart clenched in a painful grip calls out to him and longs to feel his embrace again, but yours is a secret that must be kept silent and hidden.
You feel a hand wrap itself around your shoulders and you shudder, watching your uncle's dark eyes stare at you suspiciously, the crown jewels shining wickedly on his head, as if mocking you, a princess forgotten by her people.
"Is there something you would like to say, my niece?" his words creep disgustingly down your spine, you want to spit in his face, but you hold back.
You clutch your robes in your hands, imprinting your best smile on your lips.
"No, Your Highness, I am calmer now, finally that outlaw has been caught" uttering those words kills you inside, it is before you the real outlaw, the one who plotted against your father to usurp his throne, you are alive only because you are a sweet and important pawn in your uncle's game, if you want to conquer a new country without shedding blood, you need a precious bargaining chip, no?
And in your veins runs the pure blood of a princess, an opportunity too tempting for your uncle who is already itching to give you away in marriage to who knows what spoiled, deadbeat prince.
You sense a gentler hand pulling you away, it is your wet nurse, sweet old Harun, she curtseys to your uncle and when he turns his attention to the other nobles in the room, the woman finally speaks, "Come, my lady, you must rest now" you let yourself be dragged away from her like a shattered rag doll, once this woman could patch you up, now you doubt that playing another of her games to cheer you up will have the desired effect, the love of your life will be executed tomorrow.
"It's over, Harun," you say with a sob stuck in your throat, "It's really over..." Harun stares at you with tears in her eyes.
After all, she witnessed your love; before he was an outlaw, Jimin was the son of a knight of the king, one of your father's best friends, you grew up together, you watched him practicing with his sword in the imperial gardens, hidden among the hedges as a princess should not have done, he loved practicing with you during dance lessons, you were very close and Harun had never dared to push you away, aware of the importance of a young love like yours.
After your uncle killed the king, Jimin's father rebelled by not accepting the new ruler and found death awaiting him, his family was stripped of its noble title and robbed of all wealth, throwing Jimin into a spiral of hatred and revenge.
He found ways to stir up trouble for the new king and his court by looting their homes or killing important members of their families, you on your side knew he was alive because of the whispers coming from the servants, with regret you realize that you saw his handsome face again as he was kneeling at the new king's feet and it will probably be the last time as well.
Harun gives you time to enter your bedroom, "My lady, Jimin never blamed you for what happened to him."
You smile softly, "I know, he... he is good, Harun, Jimin is good."
The elderly woman nods understandingly, it is when you sit on the bed that you notice something. Before you leave, Harun deliberately lets something slip among your things; it's a key.
"I hope you can both be happy, princess," she says before closing the door behind her.
With slow, tentative steps you reach for the key, you look around fearfully, almost expecting your uncle to pop out from somewhere, ready to accuse you of treachery, but when you grab the key to the castle dungeons nothing of what you imagined happens, you look out your window, the moon in the sky is high and motherly, almost inviting you to follow your heart, and with a salty smile you clutch the key to your chest.
Just for the thoughts invading your mind you deserve condemnation, but what do you have to lose now? If the love of your life dies tomorrow at dawn, then you will stand by his side, not among cruel people looking down on him.
Take a last look at your room, you spent a wonderful childhood within those walls; on the bed wrapped in tulle and silk you embroidered with your mother, on the carpet with your family crest you played while Harun braided your hair, good-naturedly reprimanding you if you spoke a little too loudly and smiling sweetly you remember at the window a young and cunning Jimin climbing a tree to join you in your rooms, that's how your first and only kiss happened, it was a light and chaste touch, but it was enough to leave you with your heart wrapped in joy.
Then it was all over, no more games, laughter or shy hugs at every corner of the castle. The new king ruined everything.
The night welcomes you and slips with you as you move like a shadow within the castle walls, after years of dancing your step is so light that the heels of your shoes do not make the slightest noise, you clutch the light shawl you have carried with you over your shoulders, shivering at the draught that penetrates through the draughts of the dungeons, you have found no guards as you pass, they are all focused on protecting the king and his apartments, the fear of possible revenge from Jimin's men is too vivid for them.
You descend the stone steps covering your nose with your shawl, the smell of mold is strong and makes your eyes water, drops of water whose origin is unknown to you fall from the ceiling, it is so dark that you are forced to take a torch from the wall and use it to light your way, the flame dances sinuously with your every movement and you finally access the last part of the long and winding corridor. A sickening smell of urine overtakes you as you approach the filthy cells, Jimin is locked up in such a place, another wicked way of trying to humiliate him.
There are five cells in all, in front of them you notice a wooden table with two chairs, that's where you immediately go, take the bottle of wine and swallow, you have to.
It's something you've always thought of reserving for your uncle someday, but Jimin's life is more important, so you firmly detach the thin chain you've been wearing around your neck since your father's death from your neck, you look one last time at the silver pendant with your family crest, then you open it with a small click and its contents are revealed, you throw a few pieces of the wolfsbane root into the wine, hoping that the guards will drink it before they realize what had been done, and with a shuddering breath you hide the necklace in the pockets of your dress.
Then, as if you hadn't just poisoned the bottle, you slowly make your way to the dirty rooms enclosed by old iron bars, you illuminate the cramped space of each cell by the torchlight flame, you notice beds of dirty, old straw and dark stains on the wall, you don't even want to imagine what it could be.
You notice a soft humming, it is gentle and sweet, you swallow recognizing the melody, he is there.
You approach the last cell with your heart in your throat, you haven't seen him in years, you don't know exactly how he will react to your presence, you repeat Harun's words in your head as you use the key she gave you to open the cell, the noise is creepy as you open the rusted iron door, the shadows inside are even more so.
You take a step in there, your feet meet more straw, it is so dark that you can only rely on the torch you clutch in your hand and the moonlight filtering through a tiny barred window, you try to look around but suddenly the flame goes out, the loss of light provokes in you the instinct to scream, but one hand rushes to close your mouth while another grabs you by the side, holding you to a warm body you didn't think you could touch again.
You shudder when the tip of his nose lightly brushes your neck, and you are inflamed to realize that he is inhaling your fragrance. You feel him smile against your skin before leaving a kiss on it that makes you lose several beats and your hair stand up pleasantly.
"What's a princess like you doing in a place like this... with someone like me?" he whispers in your ear as the tempting devil would, you'd be lying if you said he had no effect on you, your mind and body are hopelessly drawn to him.
His hand releases your mouth and reaches down to your neck, tightening it in a deliberately weak grip, you lick your lips before responding.
"I'm here to set you free, Jimin," you say softly, this makes him snort in amusement.
"Set me free? Oh, Y/N... I'm not afraid to die" you tremble when he says your name and turn in his arms, you try to look into his eyes but the only thing you catch is the dangerous glint in them.
"I do, I am afraid! I don't want you to die, Jimin..." you whisper in a broken voice and finally allow yourself to embrace him, rest your head on his warm chest and although he doesn't reciprocate, he does nothing to stop you.
It's a strange feeling you feel, he left you he was a skinny little boy full of rage, now he is a man facing death head on, but you are not ready to let him go one more time.
"And I don't want you to be here when the guards come back, this is high treason to the crown, Y/N," he growls looking at the open cell door and clutching your shoulders, he wants you to leave, you know.
"Do you think I care? No, Jimin... I stopped being a princess when my father and mother died, when you were forced to leave and left me alone" you say the last word bitterly, "If I die saving you, I will accept my fate."
He slowly pushes you back, each step brings you closer to the light filtering through the small window, and when you end up with your back to the wall, you can finally see clearly the face of the man he has become and your breath catches, his peculiar eyes hold a torment that does not shine through in his brazen voice, you raise a hand to his face and shyly brush the line of his jaw, his golden locks shine under the moonlight glow, it is shocking.
"You don't even know what you're saying, you're a silly princess who's read too many books and now thinks she can save an outlaw" he laughs softly shaking his head, "Go back to your room, Y/N and forget me" when he turns away from you and you lose the little hold you have on him, the world comes crashing down on you.
Forget him? He has no idea how many years you spent waiting for him, hoping he would take you away from your uncle's clutches, he never came to get you and yet you never stopped hoping, you shake your head looking at him sorrowfully. It is easy for him to say such a thing, after all, he has already left you in his past, a past he has turned his back on.
"You're probably right, I'm a silly princess who has read too many books and now wants to save an outlaw, but I won't forget you," you hiss feeling a sudden surge of anger, because if you gave in to the sadness that now clutches your heart you would find yourself crying on your knees and he doesn't deserve that, "It may have been very easy for you to make me disappear from your mind and heart, but don't think we're the same in this."
He does not answer you, you know he is gritting his teeth by the rhythmic click of his jaw, you thought you had found him and instead you are looking at a stranger.
"You've grown ... and you've changed," you whisper before turning toward the exit with a chill in your body, "The cell is open and the guards are focused on protecting the king, you pretty much have the coast clear."
Before you can leave, his voice stops you.
"What will happen to you? Every action has a repercussion, princess."
You smile without amusement; it's ridiculous how he avoids facing your feelings by pretending they don't exist.
"Don't waste your time on me and go, it's not even certain that they will find out," you sigh with one last look at the man who stole your heart and soul before freezing you, he now has his hands clasped around the bars of the window, as if he refuses to look at you. It is stupid what you are about to do, but you need one last test.
You let your shawl slide to the ground; if it is still in the straw tomorrow, you will be condemned in Jimin's place; if, on the other hand, the guards do not find it, it means the boy has taken it with him. You know you are being selfish, but you wish a part of you would stay with him, even though he would probably like not to think of you again.
"Jimin!" one of his friends notices him, and relief is immediate in the group.
They welcome him with open arms as he collapses to the ground, tired but happy to still have his head attached to his neck.
"We were already prepared to intervene during the public trial, but this changes everything! How did you escape?" Hoseok asks him with wide eyes, Jimin brings a hand to his damp and dirty hair, seriously in need of a bath after spending a night running through dirty streets and dirt.
"I was helped ... by a friend, let's say," he replies through clenched teeth, gratefully taking the water bottle Yoongi is handing him.
"A friend? Some servant girl you've had fun with in the past?" asks Taehyung smoothly, receiving a blow on the head from Namjoon.
It is Seokjin who notices the shawl that Jimin has tied around his waist, masterfully takes it before the boy can even notice and ignores the latter's protests.
"I'd say a princess," he says with a smile, spreading the fabric and displaying the royal family crest under the sunlight, "I knew it, she-"
"Stop. I know what you are going to say and I urge you to go no further," Jimin growls taking back your shawl, "She belongs in that castle."
"Kidnapping a princess is easy, so what's your problem?" in a not at all gentle way, Jungkook voices the question that has always crossed everyone's mind.
"Her place is not in that castle, everyone in the kingdom knows that ever since Cobra killed his brother and sister-in-law, he wants to use his niece as a bargaining chip with all countries provided with an heir" Namjoon looks at him sternly, but Jimin sighs.
"She is a princess, that is her duty."
He clutches your shawl tightly before getting up from the ground and heading to his tent, your place is not by his side, you are safer in that castle, whoever went against that foolish new king met his death, he will never forget the life in his father's eyes that faded away, nor the flames that burned his house and the king's guards that captured his mother and brothers, you will not end up the same way because of his selfishness, if leaving you by your uncle's side will preserve your life, then he will give up on you.
He clutches tightly at the fabric that still carries your sweet scent of vanilla and cookies, it was devastating to have had you next to him again without being able to hold you as he would have liked, for a moment the memories of childhood lulled him tenderly, but you are two different people now, he is different and must let you go, it is for your own good he thinks as he ties your shawl around his duffle bag, trying not to think back to the pain in your voice as you left the cell.
Someday, when you have a family of your own, you will understand the reason behind his every action.
The walls tremble at the king's shouts, he is furious.
Everyone in the hall looks at each other nervously, you keep your vacant and tired gaze, it has been three days since Park Jimin's escape and your uncle shows no sign of ending his fury, he has executed five guards and two nobles of his court suspected of helping Jimin with the escape. The reason is the poison found in the wine that killed the sentries who were on guard that night; it is a plant found only in the royal gardens and only the king and the nobles of his court have access to it.
"Who dared to betray the king?" is the question circulating among those in the hall as you crinkle the skirt of your gown with nervous fingers, not regretting helping Jimin, but breathing the heavy air of these days is not easy.
"Who do you think could have done it, my niece?" when your uncle whispers the question in your ear you stiffen.
"I don't have enough evidence to accuse anyone, Your Majesty, the only thing I can say is that it must have been a fool with no conscience," you reply in as firm a tone as possible, your uncle scrutinizing you from head to toe before nodding.
"Yeah, a fool..." he hisses shifting his gaze to his nobles, out of the corner of your eye you notice Harun looking at you from the front door with sadness.
She expected Jimin to take you away with him, and truthfully you had hoped for that at first too, but you can't force a person to love you, it's a good thing things turned out this way, you can finally stop chasing a ghost and wishing for something you will never have.
When that day's reunion ends, you can finally be free to wander around the castle, what you don't expect is to find the king in your safe place, your mother's private little garden.
"Sire..." you whisper strangely, the king never dared to enter there, everything about those lush plants and flowers carries the memory of your mother, a beautiful and sensitive woman, but also very strong. She did not shy away from her brother-in-law's sword when he pointed it at her chest.
"Y/N, you are doing a very good job here," he nods in the direction of the white lilies in the height of their bloom, you do nothing to approach the man, you have always discreetly driven away his presence, but it is one thing to leave his halls, another to leave a place you consider your own, this may make him too suspicious.
He, however, seems not to notice your lack of response, too busy studying the many plants in the small garden.
"Go ahead and sit down and read one of your books, nephew...I'm just here to find some peace...I confess, Park Jimin's escape troubles me," he casts you a little glance and you clear your throat.
"You are the king, he cannot harm you in here, Sire."
The man nods weakly, but still looks tense.
"Oh, I know I am the king, my dear niece, but the idea that a traitor could live within the walls of my castle does not let me sleep at night."
You grit your teeth.
His castle? The castle he forcibly wrested from you and your family?
This is another humiliation to which you cannot respond as you actually want to, you swallow the knot in your throat.
"Precisely why I'm so disappointed... in you" you squint, possible... "Y/N, I kept you alive when I took the throne years ago, you were such a pretty and malleable child, but maybe not enough" he continues before shaking off the dark cloak and pulling out something that locks your breath in your lungs.
In his fist he clutches your necklace, the one that contained the poison and that you thought you had hidden in the sewn folds of your dress, you don't know what to say, so you try to pretend.
"Oh! You found it, I've been looking for it for days," you exclaim in the most surprised tone you can imitate, but the man doesn't seem to be playing along with you.
"Don't lie to me, Y/N, this necklace was found inside the cell where Park Jimin was locked up, I had heard rumors about your childish feelings for that outlaw, but to go that far? To go so far as to betray me? I spared your life, I never denied you and your title of princess! I raised you as if you were my own daughter!" he shouts, violently pulling off a wolfsbane root hidden among the lilies.
Something snaps inside you at his insinuations, an anger you've been hatching for years that has never found an outlet.
"Raised as a daughter? You killed my father and mother for a crown! You put power and wealth first, you deprived me of a family, you did the same to Jimin and claim to pass as a victim now! You are a vile monster!"
Your uncle is quick to draw the same sword with which he had remorselessly severed your father's head, he points it at your throat and it is so close that you feel the blade press against your skin enough to scratch it, you inhale deeply trying to block the fear that makes your heart gallop against your rib cage.
"I am the king, I don't allow a foolish girl to judge my actions, I realize I was wrong to spare you that night...but what should I do with you now? Should I kill you now or..." a mad light flashes in his eyes, "Of course... a condemned will be there, you will take the place of your beloved Jimin," he hisses in your face, a slow smile makes room on your cheeks contrary to what the man expected.
He expected you to burst into tears and fall to your knees begging him to spare you, but you will not, you will honor your mother's memory.
"You're just a coward," you whisper amused, at which the man's face turns red with fury.
"Guards! Guards!" he shouts at that point, six men enter by breaking through the glass door from which you enter to reach your mother's garden, shards of glass surround you along with the soldiers, you have no escape and so you merely chill the king with your gaze, "Lock her up in the highest and most isolated tower of the castle, I sentence the princess to death for helping the dangerous fugitive Park Jimin escape from my prisons!"
"Your day will come, too, Uncle," you hiss furiously, "And when you find him before your eyes, you will fall to your knees begging him to spare your life, but he will not be so merciful," you announce proudly, not needing to utter Jimin's name to alert your uncle, the way he suddenly whitens is already an answer for you, you keep smiling as an austere-looking man tugs you badly, forgetting that he has a princess on his hands, or maybe they don't care, it's the king who matters to them.
As you are thrown to the floor inside what will be your final chamber, darkness engulfs you once the door is closed.
You cough hard involuntarily inhaling the air thick with dust and dirt, your eyes burn and you do not know whether from tears or from the irritants in the room, the only thing you are sure of is that tomorrow your entire kingdom will know of your death sentence.
They will probably learn of that news with indifference, wondering why the king did not kill you earlier, along with the rest of your family.
You often ask yourself that too, if he had killed you then, you would have died basking in the thought that Jimin loved you and would remember you forever.
"Let's move, we need to refuel in town before we leave," says Seokjin starting to saddle his horse, Namjoon on the other hand is busy cataloging all their stuff to avoid losing anything after yet another move.
"Taehyung's not back yet?" complains Hoseok snortingly, picking up the "stupid guy's" bag, Jungkook shrugs in response.
They sent Taehyung to check the situation in town, moving in a group would have been dangerous; it's always better to check one at a time that the coast is clear.
"Strange, he should be here already," Jimin whispers as he squints, their momentary safe place in the heart of the forest is now almost completely clear, only Taehyung is missing.
"Maybe he's found something interesting," murmurs Yoongi crossing his arms and staring at an unspecified point toward the horizon, everyone staring at him in confusion before hearing Taehyung's voice.
"Jimin!" exclaimed Taehyung coming galloping in a breathless gallop, Hoseok cursing.
"I hope no one saw you running and screaming like that, you asshole," he growls, but Taehyung overtakes him with wide eyes and a paper clutched in his hand.
"Jimin, it's about the princess!" silence instantly replaces the protests of the others, Jimin stiffens as he stares guardedly at the paper Taehyung is clutching so desperately, "That fool of a king-" is interrupted by his friend who snatches the flyer from his hands to read it himself.
A boulder falls into his stomach and the ground is as if shaking beneath his feet, the king has sentenced you to death, you will end up hanging with a noose around your neck for helping him escape, he clutches the piece of paper tightly, shaking with fury.
You should not have helped him, you should not have risked your life for someone like him, when he thinks of how he treated you before you left he feels only immense shame.
"We should have kidnapped her when I proposed it," Jungkook sighs before saddling his horse as well.
"Saving her is the more appropriate term," Yoongi corrects him, adjusting his leather vest before turning to Jimin, "What do you want to do now?"
Jimin lets out a laugh full of malice, his adamantine eyes shining as he observes the king's seal in the communiqué.
"Are you still convinced that leaving her in that castle is the only way to keep her safe?" asks Namjoon sarcastically, Jimin shakes his head.
"In light of the new events, I would say no," he sighs reluctantly, handing the communiqué to Hoseok.
"The execution is in two days, we have to find a way to get into the castle and find her."
"He probably locked her up in the most isolated tower, he did the same with her mother before he killed her, it's as if he enjoys seeing them wallowing in fear," the blond man forcefully clutches a twig picked from the ground before snapping it in two, wishing he had the king's neck in his hands.
"Now with all those guards circling her it will be harder to kidnap a princess, but nothing is impossible for us," sneers Jungkook, but Jimin doesn't seem thrilled at the idea of having you back by his side, filling him with unease and remorse, reminding him of all the years he was absent and didn't really care how you might feel sitting side by side with the monster who killed your parents.
Someone squeezes his shoulder in comfort, it is Jin who is looking at him with a smile, "Hey, if you explain everything to her she will understand, from what you told me, she seems like a smart and intelligent girl."
Jimin grins slightly and nods.
"She is."
You look out the small tower window with tears in your eyes, you don't know how many hours you have been crying now, what your uncle did was deplorable and cruel.
You were allowed to sleep with your sweet old Harun beside you, you had to imagine that behind that concession was the cruel promise of a snake.
‘With the princess dead, there is no need for a wet nurse anymore’ is what the king said before ordering the guards to carry Harun away to the outside, exactly in the direction of your window, before they began to slaughter her amidst the screams of both of you, you shook the bars at the window of the hope of breaking them and reaching her, but it had all been in vain, Harun died almost immediately, she preferred not to withstand the blows to spare you the suffering of watching her fight like an animal for who knows how long.
Your throat burns as you sob, her body is still there, no one has gone to cover her, they are simply waiting for the ravens to arrive.
You slowly fall to your knees letting go of your grip on the bars, your hands are encrusted with blood and your nails are broken, you clutch your hands to your chest remembering your wet nurse who apologized to you the night before for encouraging you to free Jimin, repeating numerous times that she firmly believed you would run away together.
You feel guilty, perhaps if you had not requested Harun's presence, she would not have come into the king's sights, you find yourself wishing the hours would pass quickly, you do not want to be alone with your thoughts, they are too scary, death in comparison seems like a sweet promise.
Suddenly you hear the creak of the old door opening, for a moment - your despite yourself - you brighten up, believing you'll find Jimin ready to help you, but the dream soon shatters once again, it's not Jimin, it's one of the guards, and then you frown, what is he doing here? The king has expressly ordered that no one should speak to you again.
"What do you want, sir?" you ask with a strange feeling in your stomach, the guard sneers.
"A change of room, the king has ordered it," you stare at the open door, then back at the guard, it's a boy who looks familiar to you, he has black hair and droopy eyes.
You don't ask any further questions, you get up from the floor and shaking off the dust you let him grab you by the arm, though you grit your teeth in anger you dare not say anything, it's still better than having chains on your wrists and ankles.
He takes you outside urgently, you don't see the other guards and it makes you suspicious, you remember there were at least three outside the door, what is going on?
It is when you get to the fourth flight of stairs that you feel a violent grip on your shoulder before you are forced into a small, dark room, perhaps a closet used by the servants to store items, you scream with all your might, but the man's slimy mouth immediately covers yours, it is disgusting as you try to force his tongue between your lips and with a firm conk in your throat you bite it off with all your might.
This makes him flinch away with a yelp, it's dark and you can't see anything, you can only imagine him probing his tongue with his fingers to make sure it's still attached, you spit out his blood shuddering.
"You know..." he begins panting, "I've never been with a princess, I must say you are much better than servants," he laughs like a maniac returning again to his intent, trying to lift your dress skirts, but every time he tries to sneak his hand in, he always finds a kick to hit it badly.
With your heart engaged in a mad rush, you try to defend yourself as best you can, you've never been in a situation like this, but you won't let this happen, ever.
You desperately grope for something behind you, his wine-smelling breath twisting your guts and when he comes to lick your neck you manage to hold on to something cold and spiky, you don't even need to ask for forgiveness for what you are about to do, you don't even feel a hint of guilt as you start hitting him viciously wherever you can, with a snarl he tries to block your hands but you manage to knock him unconscious with one last blow.
You open the door to the small room to escape and the man's body collapses to the floor, you finally recognize him, he is the son of the guards' captain, and a rush of satisfaction fills your chest as you think back to what they did to Harun, then you suddenly realize you are free.
You don't know exactly where you're going to go, but you have a chance to escape and you're not going to miss a golden opportunity like that.
To enter the castle they used an old and dense series of underground tunnels leading to every corner of the palace, to be on the safe side Jimin chose the one that would lead them to the kitchens populated only by servants at certain times.
"Well, we're in," Hoseok snorts, shaking cobwebs from his clothes in disgust, "Now what?"
"We should split up and check every single tower, just in case," proposes Seokjin nabbing an apple from the basket in the large kitchen, Jimin looks around wistfully, brushing against the massive old wooden table he remembers all the afternoons spent with you stealing cookies with the complicity of Harun and the cook, with the old housekeeper always at your heels repeating to you to go back to the lessons with the riding teacher.
"Be careful, the castle is swarming with soldiers," the blond warns them before going on his way, refusing to take anyone else with him.
He moves through the shadows of the palace, making sure to avoid every corner illuminated by the light of the flashlights hanging on the walls of almost every corridor, his stride is light despite the leather boots he is wearing, he is getting closer and closer to the throne room and he shouldn't, he is there to save you, but... if he kills the king you will ascend to the throne.
He tries to calm his breathing, the idea of coming face to face again with the man responsible for his downfall is too much for him, it would be delightful to sever the head from his neck and proclaim a new ruler, one man's death would be enough to end both of their nightmares.
Before he can even really realize it, he has reached the vicinity of the throne room, hidden behind a secluded corner he watches the guards lurking at each corner of the door.
Opening his palm he slowly slides a dagger down his arm to his wrist, grasps the handle foretasting the moment when he will plunge the blade into the living flesh of the two soldiers in the king's service, one of them yawns sonorously and keeps his eyes almost completely closed, receiving a shove from the other.
"Hey, I'm going for a check-up, try not to fall asleep as usual, you boar," he growls before putting his hand on the sword hilt and walking away looking around.
Jimin sneers as he licks his lower lip, drops his cloak hood and calmly approaches the displeased man.
"Why do I always have to stay on guard?" he hears him mutter, "That prick really turns my-" the words stop in the middle of his throat while Jimin is cutting it, it is such a smooth movement his that it now seems remarkably natural.
The man doesn't resist, he moans in a hushed voice as he collapses to the ground accompanied by the blond man who doesn't mind the blood smeared on his cloak, the stench of alcohol the soldier exudes, he can swear he was too drunk to try to react in any other way, everything seems to be going in his favor and he can't help but bask in the pleasure of what is about to take place.
When he enters the great throne room, he cannot help but think of the time when he found himself kneeling before the king in a humiliating position, but that night everything will be reversed.
The young man remembers the walls finished in gold and silver, but the frescoes proclaiming King Cobra as the victor are new, depicting hunting scenes and valiant battles to feed the man's narcissistic side, but they are all lies, Jimin knows and so does Cobra himself.
The king's back is turned and he is holding his hands behind his back, he is carefully watching something from the high windows of the throne room, perhaps he does not sense the presence creeping behind him or simply ignores it, the fact is that when Jimin points his sword at his back, the man does not move an inch, he remains ice cold.
"I knew you would come back for her, Jimin," there is an amused note in his voice, Jimin thins his gaze.
"For her? I came back to kill you," the boy growls, pressing the gleaming blade harder.
"Um..." the man brings a hand to his face to smooth his long beard, "So you don't care about Y/N or what might happen to her at this very moment."
A trace of insecurity quickly passes through Jimin's icy eyes, he grits his teeth before uttering the words he would not want left his lips, "Exactly, I'm just here to settle a score."
"Oh, well ... then, before you settle this unfinished score, why don't you enjoy the show with me?" the sardonic question awakens Jimin's sixth sense, as he lifts his gaze over the king's shoulder and toward the stained glass windows, just outside the garden that would later lead inside the bramble forest.
Immediately he feels the blood freeze in his veins, he rolls his eyes and tries to keep his calm demeanor, but inside he is dying.
You are there.
You're running toward the forest with a soldier behind you gaining more and more ground, you're too tired and petite to outrun him, you won't make it.
"So what? Will you take my life and satisfy your revenge or will you run to save the princess in danger?" chuckles Cobra, Jimin hisses strengthening his grip and tearing at the king's gaudy robes with the tip of his blade, he knows what he has to do, the answer is so obvious, but letting go of such a being is unthinkable for him, unbearable.
With a snarl he pushes the king away, who rolls badly to the ground, and before he can even comprehend what has just happened, Jimin puts his sword to his throat, the blade shining under the dim light of the candles and longing for the young man to go forward, to pierce the flesh of that worm and sever his head from the rest of his body, but all that does not happen.
Jimin's eyes are now as dark as darkness, he uncovers his teeth like a snarling wolf, "I will return, Your Majesty... and when you see me again, you will pray for God to save you, for I will have no mercy on your dark soul," he hisses, hurling a slash toward the king, then heading quickly and in a blind fury toward the exit of the hall.
Cobra with wide eyes grazes his own face, slowly a wound opens under his left eye and blood stains his hands.
You hiss in pain with every thorn that sticks in your legs, your dress is torn in several places and you try to catch your breath as you pray that the soldier will not find you.
You have ended up in the bramble forest so feared in your kingdom and every movement of the wild plants that inhabit it makes you tremble with terror, everything is dark and cold, you can only hear the cry of the owls that watch your silent struggle mocking you.
You manage to crawl painfully behind a large and imposing tree, lift your skirt and observe the pitiful condition of your legs, bite your lower lip with tears in your eyes, your skin is full of scratches and blood, but you can still run.
You try to pick yourself up, but noises of broken branches block your every movement, you stand with bated breath as someone wanders through the trees.
"Come here, little flower... let's go back to your room," you hear him humming with amusement, "I don't know how you got out, but you won't be punished, you're still a princess after all."
You tremble with cold and fear, it is obvious that the man is not telling the truth, you have seen your uncle's men act before and you know they know no kindness or mercy.
"Our sweet..." you frown as you follow the man's footsteps with your ears, you can't make out which direction he is coming from, "Princess..." you see something moving quickly out of the corner of your eye to your right, you spontaneously throw yourself to the left to avoid it, believing it to be the guard, but to your horror you realize it is a small fox, "... Y/N! " you scream with all your might when hands yank you away, you manage to free yourself only because the man's grip is weak, at which point you run away again.
"Run, princess, run! I'll find you again anyway!" he laughs excitedly at the idea of hunting after months locked in the castle protecting the king's life.
You are tired, your eyesight is getting more and more fatigued, you just want everything to be over as soon as possible. You don't even know where you might go in case you escape the man, you will always be hunted down by the king and his array of soldiers, the idea of giving up everything and accepting the end you will make crosses your mind, even if it means saying goodbye to Jimin for good.
Bramble bushes once again block your way, they stick to your skin and dress, they seem to be on the side of your assailant, you can no longer escape, it's over.
"Gotcha, princess" you feel his heavy breath on your neck, his arms grip you tightly before he lifts you up by weight and throws you into the shaggy, dry grass, "Look at you... actually you don't look like a princess anymore, you look like a dirty peasant girl" he chuckles, kneeling down in front of you, he touches your hair and you glower at him.
"Don't touch me, you dirty mangy dog" you growl, slapping his hand, the man's expression changes, it is no longer cheerful, now he looks resentful.
"You have such peasant language, your mother didn't live long enough to teach you manners, but I'll teach you a good lesson," he says before lifting a hand, ready to slap you in the face.
As your wide eyes stare at the man's heavy hand, your ears feel something move across the grass and stomp on it, then the sound of a slash lashing the air and suddenly you are free, the man falls to the side holding his neck but desperately reaching for the dagger hidden in his leather belt amid curses and expletives.
"Jimin..." you whisper as you see a golden flash in the darkness of the forest, the shadow falls hard on your assailant and you find yourself forcefully closing your eyes to avoid looking at that gruesome spectacle, you listen in disgust to the intense barks of the dying man.
Then everything falls silent.
You feel Jimin's presence approaching your huddled figure on the ground and you don't know how to act.
He has certainly saved your life, but he has just killed a man and you are the granddaughter of the king who took everything away from him; he is no longer the Jimin of when you were an innocent child.
"Are you all right?" he kneels at your side with a certain formality and coldness in his tone of voice, as if trying to keep his distance, hurting you.
You slowly rise up avoiding looking him in the eye, "I'm alive, so yeah... I'm fine," you whisper dimly, hissing when you try to stand up and your legs resume burning painfully, you clench your flayed fingers into small fists and when he notices them he cannot forbid himself a barely concealed dry breath.
"One moment, let me see," he offers, already grabbing a flap of your torn dress, instantly freezing when he meets your eyes wide with embarrassment.
What he was about to do is disgraceful as well as incredibly intimate.
"It's nothing, I can still walk... can you help me reach the village? I might find someone willing to let me board by ship," you ask gritting your teeth, the forest finally gains some light and you can make out the young man's surprised expression.
Your gaze falls on his black robes, although it is not very clear you understand that the darker stains correspond to the blood of the man he has just killed and to whom you dare not even cast a glance, you swallow wondering why apart from your disgust at the blood, it does not bother you at all.
"I am here to save you, princess," he murmurs decisively, "Going to the village is not safe, you can only trust me," at his words you tighten your lips into a tight line.
"If you really want to save me, then stop talking to me in that tone, we grew up together as friends, stop pulling away from me" you whisper sadly, the boy shows a flash of displeasure as your words sink into his heart, behind him several men on their horses begin to approach, one of whom is unridden.
"Jimin, more guards are coming!" exclaims a boy with hair as dark as a raven's feathers and tenacious eyes, and tossing him the reins of the riderless horse, the animal is magnificent, its coat as white as milk and its mane shining like the most precious gold.
Orobel.
With tears in your eyes you recognize the foal your father gave Jimin for his 12th birthday. He is much bigger and more majestic now, a force of nature in every way.
"You must come with us if you want to save your life, princess," says another, his shoulders broad and posture proud, he looks like the leader of the group, a large bow protrudes from his back.
You send down a knot in your throat when Jimin extends a hand toward you encouragingly, "We must go, don't be afraid of them, they are my trusted comrades, Y/N."
Your name uttered by his sweet lips shakes you to the core, he may not be aware of the effect he still has on you and you want to cry like a little girl when he helps you up from the muddy ground and hoist you onto Orobel, if he somehow notices your glazed eyes, he says nothing, probably blaming the wounds on your legs.
You really wish it were that way.
Jimin is chopping wood with an axe, he is shirtless and you watch from a distance, sitting on the grass and wrapped in a clean, heavy cloak, it is the only thing the boys have found suitable for you to protect you from the evening wind.
You notice a few drops of sweat sliding down his neck and then down to his muscular chest as he flexes his arms to strike yet another wooden stump, you swallow with a slight blush dusted on your cheeks, you didn't remember his physique being so grown up, it's all new to you as well as incredibly embarrassing.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice Yoongi picking some herbs not far from you, it makes you feel uncomfortable to have to live with so many men; when your uncle took you into custody, he didn't allow any boys to get close to you, he wanted to keep you pure for his plans. Thinking back to the man who didn't think twice about sentencing you to death paralyzes you. You have to hold on until you find your own place to stay, you doubt that Jimin will ever want you by his side; therefore, you have to think personally about your future, even if it is painful to think about.
Being with them, you get a little insight into everyone's roles within the group.
Seokjin is certainly the leader as well as an experienced archer. You have observed him several times taking aim and hitting his intended target accurately, plus he has an aura around him that inspires confidence and trust. On the other hand, Taehyung looks a bit like the jester of the situation, but you have seen him wielding daggers to catch various animals and never wished to take their place, it is clear that behind that sunny smile he hides a soul as dark as the others.
Namjoon would rather observe and devise traps than take part in an actual confrontation, but it is clear that he would never back down in the face of a real threat, just as Yoongi, who plays the role of doctor in the group, helped you bandage your fingers and legs when you arrived at their camp and was incredibly quiet, not that you felt like talking still upset after the events of the night.
Then there are Hoseok and Jungkook, both of whom are the hunters, their job is to find and kill all possible threats in the surroundings, lest their lair be found and besieged by the king's men.
Also, you found out that Jimin is a master of swords.
He masters his steel blade so lightly and sinuously that it seems to dance when he moves and lashes the air.
You are in the midst of wolves, but it doesn't scare you too much, you know they won't hurt you, or so you assume after those five days spent in their company.
You feel a figure stop behind you, you raise your head and have to squint to avoid being blinded by the sun's rays, slowly you make out the form of Yoongi who bends respectfully at your height. His feline-cut eyes seem to invite you to listen to him.
"I can see you are tired, princess, and I know you haven't slept well since you've been here," he begins with a thoughtful look, "Taehyung has managed to find suitable clothes for you and there is a safe lake nearby, I invite you to freshen up and put on something clean before resting, you will surely feel better," he says with a small reassuring smile.
You frown, undecided about what to do, the idea of a bath tantalizes you almost overbearingly, but the embarrassment if one of them were to see you naked would be too much to bear, and Yoongi seems to understand that.
"The lake is far enough away from the camp, none of us here are planning to go to that area at the moment, it is completely safe and isolated, you need not fear anything," he hastens to specify, "I will just accompany you, I will be back here immediately."
"I... thank you, Yoongi" you smile gratefully, finally trusting the boy.
"I'll go get you those clothes, wait here for a moment," you nod, sighing slightly; you turn back to Jimin, but find to your disappointment that he has disappeared.
Yoongi leaves you by the lake, the path back to the camp is not difficult; so, you assure the man that you will have no trouble. He leaves you with a shadow of doubt etched on his face, but you pay no attention to it; you walk to the lakeshore and breathe in the air at the top of your lungs, enjoying the blue sky and the fluffy clouds that sail across it like ships.
When you finally reach the lake, you feed on the sight of the crystal-clear water, the temptation to undress is very strong, but tightening your lips into a line you look around suspiciously.
Stripping off completely would be too much, so you decide to stay in your petticoat, shivering at the breeze rattling the tree foliage, you hang your clothes from the branch of an old felled log nearby.
You turn toward the shore and treading over the small stones and grass you finally slowly begin to enter the water, sighing at the almost freezing temperature.
As the water reaches your belly you hear something emerge noisily from the lake, widening your eyes you find yourself screaming and covering your chest as best you can, wordlessly you see Jimin with his eyes closed bringing back his blond, golden-strand-like hair, the movement is magnetic, and you are practically naked. No, both of you are naked.
You flinch down with the water now up to your chin and your heart in your throat, peering warily at the boy who notices you only at that moment and stares at you wordlessly at first, you notice his jaw snap rigidly and his clear eyes darken, before turning away.
"I'm done, I'm leaving right now," he says raising his voice slightly to be heard, "I just needed to get the sweat off of me," he looks uncomfortable as he tries hard not to let his eyes slide to you.
A squeeze in your stomach is all you get from his words.
"Jimin..." you call out to him as he begins to swim toward the shore, the bitter feeling like gall at seeing him move further and further away from you once again has become unbearable, "So that's it? You don't want me?" his bare shoulders tremble slightly, and you don't know whether from the cold of the water or from your words.
You don't really expect to see him coming back toward you, but that's exactly what he does by moving at an extraordinary speed, he almost looks like a water creature, then he is in front of you in his full height, water droplets glide along his perfect skin and you swallow trying not to look at his bare chest or even lower, suddenly feeling like a little girl under the icy depths of his eyes.
"You're going to get sick, Y/N... Look, your lips are already purple," he whispers, brushing your lower lip with his thumb, stroking it gently, and you feel yourself suddenly go on fire.
"Can't you just answer me to end this suffering?" you beg him with moist eyes, Jimin sighs before shaking his head, reaching up to brush your hair.
"I am not suitable for you, Y/N," he mutters it almost angrily, wishing to put an end to this.
"Or am I not suitable for you, maybe that's what you think" you smile sadly and bitterly, "I'm sorry to still be a bother to you."
"You are not a bother" he almost growls those words and you sigh shaking your head.
"Then I will be soon, you will meet a beautiful woman, marry her and have your own family, that same woman will then wonder when I will disappear from your life forever and at that point there will be no place for me even in your memories," you say shakily, "That is, if there are still memories of me in your heart."
You follow the movement of his neck as he tilts to let his eyes peer deep into your soul, his serious, thoughtful expression leaving you interjected.
He doesn't seem to want to deny but not even admit your words; it's as if he, too, is as confused as you are.
His gaze moves further down, there where your thin robe has stuck to your body because of the water, you realize with shame that it has become transparent and revealing, but you decide not to cover yourself.
You want him to look at you, to see that you are no longer a child, that you have grown up and that your body is that of a girl in her prime.
"My real problem, Y/N ... is that I'm sure I've met that woman before, but I don't feel worthy to be around her, not when I abandoned her in a castle to pursue my revenge," he whispers, the sky-blue color of his eyes seems to become more watery, "I can't forgive myself for putting her on the back burner, that's the truth," you hear the pain in his voice, the one that was missing that night in the cell when you freed him.
The need to hug him and hold him to you suddenly becomes more suffocating, with a sob you throw yourself into his arms and this time he doesn't stay stiff as marble, his arms wrap around you like a silk blanket and you find refuge in his chest.
His skin is warm against your cheek and it's a feeling you didn't think you would experience again, the boy sinks his face into your hair and leaves a kiss on your temple, before brushing the tip of his nose against you and smiling softly.
"There will never be a woman who will make me forget you," despite his words, you feel sad, still incomplete.
You sigh against his neck and close your eyes, you have gotten used to the temperature of the water and its warmth helps to relax you.
"But there will be a woman who will take you away from me" you point out in a colorless voice, when he doesn't respond you decide to loosen your sudden embrace, "I'm tired of waiting for you, Jimin" you let go of the ripples in the water, swimming back to the shore without taking your eyes off the boy who still seems to be in doubt, then a small, amused smile stretches across your face, "I'll have to find a real man who knows what it means to love a woman," you taunt him, reaching down to a shallow spot in the lake bottom, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.
You begin to lower the straps of your now useless robe, abandoning all symptoms of shame, you want him to react or get angry in some way, you want a reaction from him and you get it, "Maybe Yoongi? I have to admit, he's very charming and he certainly knows what he wants, he could give me-" before you can even finish speaking, Jimin pulls you toward him grabbing you by the wrist, you only have time to make a surprised sound before his lips manage to cover yours in an impetuous, possession-filled kiss.
You hear your heart beating at a rapid pace in your ears, you did not expect your second kiss to happen this way, he seems exasperated as he presses himself against your mouth for more direct and intimate contact, you open your mouth slightly when his tongue dabs roughly on your lower lip.
It is a man who is kissing you, no longer the kid of your memories, and he seems more than willing to let you know it when one of his hands comes down to tenderly squeeze your throbbing neck, he smiles against your lips when he realizes that your heart seems to want to leave your chest and he separates himself from you with one last caress of his softest petals.
"I haven't even kissed you properly and your heart is already exploding," he chuckles with a spark of mischief in his clear eyes, "And who would you like to give such purity to, Yoongi?" he shakes his head hissing those words like an angry snake ready to attack.
You clench the hand that is still wrapped around your neck and strengthen his grip, wishing that the feel of his fingers on your skin would stay with you, "I've always wanted it to be yours, Jimin," you say softly, tilting your head at the slow descent of his hand.
"I'm very different from the nobles you grew up with, Y/N.... Don't expect me to catch you with a petticoat on," he continues by caressing a thin strap, lifting the fabric just a little, "Or for me to look away while you undress," he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips, reaches down to your chin and continues along the entire line of your neck, as water you adapt to the touch of him until he reaches your breast, your nipples turgid from the temperature of the water and his attentions are raised against the transparent fabric, the man can practically see their shape and color, he cups one breast as he pushes his head against your chest, kissing the soft, tantalizing flesh.
He adores you with his mouth and your sighs make him feel like a lion in a cage, his golden hair captures the last light of dawn as he pushes you against the shore and gets between your legs, studding you with kisses and caresses, returns to your mouth and finally with his tongue captures yours, inviting you to follow him.
You encircle his neck with your arms, trembling with excitement at the way he lets you touch him and the way he touches you, takes you by the hips and holds you against his massive, secure body.
"Jimin" you whisper in his ear as you feel something heavy and stiff against your inviolate intimacy, he mumbles something unintelligible, he seems lost in his bubble continuing to lick and kiss your neck, you tremble feeling incredibly hot, an unknown force urges you to rock against him and cling to his back with your fingernails, groaning suddenly.
This seems to awaken him and the spell is broken.
He flinches away, staring at you with agitation, in his gaze remorse is the one thing you don't want to read, but it's there.
"You need to get dressed," he warns you dangerously and with difficulty before pulling away from you completely, hurting you.
"H-Have I done something I shouldn't have done?" you ask bewildered, still with chills in your body from what his hands were capable of doing to you, this version of Jimin completely opposite from the boy who was kissing you only seconds ago is like a punch to the stomach.
"I said get dressed, Y/N! " he abruptly blurts out, "And stay away from Yoongi, I don't want to see you flirting with him, you're not a village woman," he runs a hand through his damp hair nervously, before stepping out of the water without caring about his nakedness, you turn your head away from him, the feeling of shame has returned to invade your limbs, and with a stone in your heart you bring your arms to your chest, stepping out of the water and groping for the dry clothes that Taehyung and Yoongi kindly gave you.
You don't see Jimin move away from you, clenching his fists and hitting the trunk of a tree until his knuckles are mangled, finding himself staring at the blood rushing to the grass with resentment, trying hard to forget your mouth begging his to be taken or the softness of your body that has enslaved him at an embarrassing speed.
You are worse than a circle of hell for him.
When you return to camp with your face pulled into an indecipherable expression, the boys study you in confusion noting also the strange attitude of Jimin who walks a few steps ahead of you.
The two of you seem farther apart than before and this certainly does not go unnoticed by the others, Yoongi tightens his lips as he reaches for the blond man who is walking back into the forest in search of more wood.
"Hey!" he exclaims behind his friend, "What happened at the lake?" he asks, Jimin snaps an eyebrow up.
"So you knew I was there?" he curls his upper lip over his teeth appearing menacing, but Yoongi's hard gaze doesn't lower.
"She's crazy about you, so it's clear that the fight stemmed from you, am I right?"
This simply rattles the blond more, "I didn't do anything at all, don't play cupid, man, because it won't stick with me."
"Or maybe it was a one-way conversation and you didn't even give her a chance to talk, you're such an asshole! She doesn't deserve a bastard like you, a guy who doesn't grab a chance like that when he has it at his fingertips," Yoongi blurts out, starting to turn back, but those words turn on a red flag in the younger boy who grabs the older one by the leather vest.
"And what would you like to do, Yoongi? Seize the opportunity yourself? I've seen how you watch her pretend to gather herbs for your infusions," at which point Yoongi chuckles wryly, his black eyes twinkling.
"I won't lie, I like her. But I also know to whom her heart belongs, and as a doctor I can well say that if you continue to keep her on the edge like you're doing now, that heart will get sick," he sighs, flinching, "Don't make me punch you, Jimin... you're no fool."
"I'm a criminal and she's a princess," he says without emotion on his handsome face, Yoongi snorts as he rolls his eyes.
"You are her hero, the crown wants her dead and you saved her, now she's a woman like any other and nothing forbids you to be with her," clarifies the older man with a raised eyebrow, as he walks away Jimin remains frozen in place.
‘She's a woman like any other.’
No, you are not like all the others, you are his princess and will remain so forever, which is precisely why he cannot allow another man to lay his hands on you.
Abandoning himself against the bark of an old tree he wonders if being with you would be worth it as a form of protection, he would never hurt you and would ensure you protection for life, the very idea of giving you his love has always terrified him, anyone who ever loved him is dead and he wouldn't want anything horrible to happen to you because of him, but now things have changed, you need him and he... needs you.
He finds you sitting in front of the fire, you're focused on the crackling flames, and if you notice his presence, you don't show it at all, you pull the blanket tighter over your shoulders.
Your thoughtful, melancholy expression suggests to him that you are still remembering the events of a few hours ago, recognizing that he was a real jerk for the way he treated you earlier, kissing you like a lover and then rejecting you like a cheap whore. He still feels ashamed and makes sure that each of his friends is asleep in their own tent before sitting silently next to you.
He hears you wince a little and out of the corner of his eye notices you turn your head away, refusing to acknowledge his presence. He smiles slightly, even as a child when you were offended by something you would puff up your cheeks and turn your head to the side, just as you are doing now.
Yes, you are still his lovely princess.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, moving a few millimeters closer to you, "I shouldn't have spoken to you and I especially shouldn't have touched you like that."
You frown in annoyance, snorting slightly through your nose.
"I don't object to the way you touched me, but you should keep quiet a little more," you mutter venomously, "You have the hands of an angel, but the tongue of a devil," you say casting a glance at his hands, you see the wounds and your heart sinks, you want to kiss them and curse that thought.
Those words trigger two completely different reactions in Jimin, on the one hand they help make him feel guilty, on the other he finds himself smiling internally, because you really don't know how devilish his tongue can be, if used in the right way.
"And you a mermaid's lips," he says taking your chin between two fingers, staring at you with such intensity that you feel naked.
He mirrors himself in your glossy irises and sighs, "Forgive me, after so many years of believing I'm not right for you, I forgot the most important thing."
"The most important thing?"
"Yes, you."
You gasp in surprise, registering his words only after a few moments of unbearable silence.
"You're saying that..."
"I am saying that I want to stay by your side, to be your protector and also your lover, if you will still allow me to be, Y/N."
His irises as clear as the waters of the lake gently brush against you, you feel your eyes tingling, and before he can see the tears streaming down your face you rush toward him, embracing him as if your life depended on it.
In a way it does, because without Jimin, your last piece of happiness that endures from childhood and which you have finally found again, you would have wandered in the void of loneliness for who knows how long.
You think back to your parents, to Harun, to all that you have lost and come to the conclusion that you were not yet ready to lose Jimin too, but he is here. You smile, pulling up with your nose before resting your lips on the boy's soft ones, who more than willingly accepts to surrender himself in your arms that are as small as they are warm and that scream familiarity.
"So you haven't forgotten me," you whisper, pulling away slightly, the blond shakes his head, snorting.
"Never, I tried to protect you by keeping you away from me, the king wants me dangling on a rope ... or at least it was until you made the mistake of saving me" he utters the last words with a note of reproach in his voice, staring at you sternly for the way you put yourself in danger.
But you don't lower your gaze, you won't feel guilty for saving the man you love.
"Now the two of us are here, together, do you want to blame me so much?" you murmur softly and his heart melts like snow in the sun.
He shakes his head, no, he cannot blame you. He, too, for love has made foolish and terrible decisions, and he will not let go of the chance to make up for all the pain he has caused you.
"I could never," he hisses almost painfully, closing his eyes as your fingers graze his hair and his lips reach for you, snapping another kiss.
You let him embrace you and he hold the back of your neck with one hand as he tries to deepen your contact, making it more intimate and slower than the more feverish kisses the two of you exchanged at the lake.
Your heart vibrates like the wings of a hummingbird, happy to give yourself in that way to the one man you have always loved and whom you know for certain you will love all your life. You would never have agreed to an arranged marriage; you hoped with all your heart that your uncle would never find a suitable suitor for you, and fortunately it did.
A commotion from one of the seven tents surprises you both suddenly, you separate slightly and cast a glance toward Namjoon's tent.
"He must have dropped one of his swords," Jimin mutters irritably, you, on the other hand, are traveling with your imagination, imagining sharing the tent with Jimin for the first time and blushing, since you were rescued the boys have taken turns to stand guard and let you have their little station, although strangely enough Jimin's guard duty was lasting for too many days, and as a result you have always used his bed made of furs and straw. Not quite like the one in your room at the palace, but by now you were well used to it, considering the tower where your uncle locked you up.
"Come with me," he offers you his hand and you stare at it for a few moments, before extending yours and linking your fingers in a secure grip, "I know a place a little more... peaceful" the word slips between his teeth persuasively, you don't know what will happen tonight, but if he asked you to throw yourself off a mountain, you would do it as long as he stayed by your side at all times.
"Is it far?" you ask raising your skirt slightly, trying not to trip over tree roots and stones.
The blond looks ahead without letting go of your hand, "Just a little bit" he turns to you with his laughing eyes and you are enchanted at their color, he is lighter and more affectionate, he almost looks like that child Jimin you have missed so much.
You walk just enough to reach the thick, lumpy roots of a large tree, its branches entirely covering the night sky that until moments before was towering over you with its stars.
"Jimin... is ..." you try to say, but there is really no doubt.
The man nods.
"We are inside the lovers' forest, Y/N... this is the tree where according to legend their marriage was celebrated."
You look around, almost hoping to see the blooming arch where the first king and queen of your kingdom were married, eventually giving birth to your dynasty, but you see none of it, disappointed to realize that it is just a clearing of grass and flowers that seems to bow its head to the great tree that towers above it all.
"That's not how the stories described the place," you mumble slightly, your mother and Harun's stories spoke of magical creatures as spectators, flowers of every color and every shade decorating the lawn and the guests' walnut chairs, not to mention precisely the large archway on which roses and climbing plants had grown in honor of the two newlyweds.
You hear Jimin chuckle behind you, his hands encircle your hips and your back rests against his chest, you feel his warm breath on your neck, and goose bumps cause you to shiver.
"I never believed those stories and you know it," he says in a clear, amused tone, "But as I grew older I realized that something really happened here," he whispers in your ear.
With an elegant hand he lifts your chin slightly, bringing your gaze to the trunk of the large tree, you sharpen your vision and finally notice them.
"Runes?"
"Runes," the boy confirms, "This is the Lignum Vitae, the tree of life according to the legends, little princess," he chuckles as he turns away, his leather boots hardly audible among the uncultivated grass and damp earth.
"You don't believe that either?" you snort with a smile, you know you've always been the one to believe in everything your country's legends have handed down, but you would expect some cooperation from him, after all, he was the one who brought you here.
"I don't believe in magic, but I believe that lovers gathered here to bring offspring into the world, relying precisely on this tree," he explains with a shrug.
In fact, talking about a marriage in the stories was much easier if you wanted to tell something about the origin of the royal family to innocent children.
"They succeeded, didn't they? Look at me!" you laugh, pointing with a little bow, and Jimin does, looking at you with an affection and love that until morning he jealously kept to himself.
He walks to the tree and touches the runic symbols gently, in his mind an idea takes an increasingly clear and tantalizing shape.
"If magic really existed and we strengthened our ties to the tree, would everything fall back into place?" he wonders softly with furrowed brows, not wincing when you hug him from behind, as if expecting your closeness.
"We cannot get back what was taken from us, Jimin... even magic is useless in the face of death," your hands are intertwined over his heart, you feel it beating hard and fast, like a free and powerful horse.
"Life is what interests me," he admits, turning toward you.
He takes a few steps forward and you are forced to take as many steps backward, you don't see one of the raised roots of the tree and fall back with a little yelp, Jimin is quick to catch you before you can hit your head, and you both square off with wide-eyed stares.
"If I asked you to give me the gift of a child, here and now, what would your answer be?" he asks seriously.
You don't think about it for a single moment.
"I would answer that it is one of the desires that bind me to you, Jimin."
Another kiss comes, followed by another and another, his mouth demanding yours with such need that it seems almost savage, as if he wants to feed on you after all the years spent lusting after you in the shadows, fleeing like a wanted man of the worst kind.
He accompanies you on the damp grass and reacquaints himself with your neck, using the softness of his rosy lips to tease your tender skin, with the tips of his pearly teeth biting it lightly, and this causes an outcropping of dark, purple stains along the column of your throat, amused at imagining how others might react the next day once they set their gaze on you.
You don't even care, his attentions are a novelty, you welcome his mouth and tongue on your body as a blessing, you wouldn't turn him away from you for anything in the world, let them accuse you of being a prostitute, you and Jimin know the truth, which is that your body and soul have always belonged to the blond and no one has ever touched you as he is doing.
When he gets to the modest bodice of your dress you do something that must be strange to him, or at least you sense this from his gaze when you lift your skirt and stand helpless in his hands, like one of the wooden logs he cuts daily.
"What are you doing?" he asks with a furrowed brow.
Agitation clouds your cheeks, what's wrong?
"You said you want a baby," you say almost shyly, perhaps you misunderstood? But no, he had made it clear earlier....
"I did say that, but I don't understand why you just lifted up your skirt without responding to my caresses and now you stand still" his doubtful expression embarrasses you, that's how educators told you to do it, "Forgive me, my request was too bold."
"No!" you immediately exclaim, "I want to, only I was told to do it this way."
You see his nostrils flare to snort with irritation.
"Right...you've been locked in a castle full of soulless puppets" he shakes his head, "But that's not how I want to take you, Y/N, I prefer you receptive" he whispers persuasively, "Just like today at the lake" he continues, stroking the bare skin of your legs, pushing into your soft inner thighs, you feel your belly tighten heatedly.
"Let's leave certain unnecessary distances to those old nobles," he goes on, kissing you behind your ear, a tremor shakes you when his lips wrap around your earlobe, licking it with the tip of his tongue, "Take off your bodice, love, show me what a good girl you are, hmm?"
You nod without a drop of saliva in your mouth, Jimin's tongue hisses like a snake and you are drawn to his drawling words, you are his forbidden fruit and he can't wait to bite you and find out how sweet you can be and how deliciously you can bleed.
Each button that leaves a buttonhole is a soft kiss from him over the light blouse that still holds your breasts, mentally moaning the blond curses himself for not enjoying your eager body sooner and perfect for his fingers.
He would like to tear off your clothes instantly, but he restrains himself, how would you return to others without instigating some desire in them?. No, he is gentle when even the last garment leaves you and he can finally quiver at the sight of your naked body shivering under the icy night air, or perhaps it is his eyes that make you tremble?
He lifts himself off your body and tosses his tunic to the side, your eyes drink in the sight of his hard chest and the slight hair that descends to his private parts, which you did not see that morning, but you distinctly felt on your warm intimacy, and the air escapes your lungs when you notice something that in the sunlight has strangely escaped you, perhaps because you have tried not to stare at him too much, his chest is studded with small, shiny white lines, they are thin and almost intangible, but they are there.
You brush those lines with a tentative finger, feeling the reliefs with a question mark in mind, and in doing so his skin twitches, "What are these?" you ask gently, Jimin gives a small smile and kisses the knuckles of your hand.
"Every day spent without you," he pronounces solemnly, the wind rattles the leaves of the large tree and for a few moments it is as if you feel it voice whispering over the blond man's words. You chase away the feeling and embrace the boy once more with a tear running down your cheek. You were a fool to believe that he had abandoned you when all he had done was think about you.
You have a feeling that the air is warmer now that his head is buried in the hollow of your breasts, his moist tongue playing with the tip of a nipple initially causing a strange tickle in the center of your chest before a glowing sensation slips between your legs, making you blaze with desire, it's all more direct without your petticoat and you love every second of it.
You bite your lower lip, holding back a moan louder than your sighs, you don't want it to go away again, but it's stronger than you when the delicious sting of a bite makes your thighs tremble around his bare hips, you feel the length of his cock twitch against your skin, it's heavy and it arouses you to know that you have that effect on him, at that thought the wetness descends between your thighs against your will and you try to hide, but Jimin can read a woman's body and you are still too inexperienced to go unnoticed by a hunter like him.
"It's normal" he breathes on your lips imparting another deep kiss, "It means you like it" the tip of his nose rubs against yours trying to soothe you, your eyes fly to his cock when he lifts a little to settle himself better and all the blood rushes to your head, you don't know whether from the shame of seeing a naked man or from the incredible wave of pleasure that washes over you at noticing how thick and needy he looks, there is white liquid at the tip, dripping thickly down his veiny length that seems to contract under your curious and hungry eyes.
Then a thought alarms you, "Does it all have to go in there?" you point to your intimacy, though you don't know for sure, your educators had been vague and you never touched yourself, sometimes you felt the need as you imagined what an adult Jimin might look like, but you never dared to break the imposed rules.
A princess does not do such things as a street woman.
Yet, that's exactly where Jimin caresses you, his fingers dance over your moist folds with mastery and you block the instinct to close your legs, as you might when with his thumb he rolls over a spot that gives you particularly intense and wonderful sensations, "Jimin!" you grab his wrist trying to slow down his devilish circles, but your pelvis continues to chase pleasure against your will, you throw your head back and Jimin kisses the line of your jaw as if it is impossible for him to stop kissing you in any way.
"This is called the clit, love," you hear him smile, "And this is where I'm going to go all in...my cock will go into your sweet little pussy, Y/N," he hums moving his fingers to your needy slit, entering lightly with his light fingertips, you gasp at his sudden dirty language but find that you like it, it makes you feel desired.
You feel his fingers move inside you as his thumb continues to caress your clit, your lower abdomen trembles and stutters in despair with each jolt of pleasure, your teary eyes are lost in the immensity of the tree that seems to silently observe what is happening.
Jimin never goes beyond the elastic barrier he senses beyond your entrance, he merely teases you within inches of your entrance and it is amazing how liquid and copious your pleasure flows past his wrist until it drips onto the grass. His instincts are stronger than he is, he must have a taste of your sweetness and you abruptly hold your breath when his tongue catches another wave of your honeyed essence, you are devastating to his taste buds and he wants more, you find yourself crying and contracting your hips as you try to escape his mouth, he devours you by insisting on your scarlet pearl and when more drops of pleasure come he runs to lick them away from your slit, he seems to be going crazy or maybe he is.
"Stop, Jimin... Stop-oh!" you stiffen instantly when a firmer lick shakes your body and makes you explode in such pleasure that you squint and cry.
"Ssssh, princess" you feel Jimin's lips gathering your tears before placing a kiss at the corner of your stammering mouth; his lips are wet and glossy; he is the embodiment of sin.
He is still breathing down your neck as the thickness of his cock begins to furrow your folds to gather as much moisture as possible, the thick, shiny tip of his cock swirls around your slit and you reflexively contract your pussy muscles, it is almost funny how despite the pleasure that has shocked you, your pussy still tries to invite him inside her.
"It's going to hurt, my love" he warns you with a sharp breath, you nod immediately, this part has been repeated to you many times by those women whose job it was to instruct you in your duties as a wife, though none of them had ever told you that you could experience such pleasure that you would be left gasping for breath.
"I know," you smile, but Jimin seems a little anxious.
"It will be short-lived, I'll be gentle and-" you caress his face affectionately, you know that too, he would never intentionally hurt you.
"And I will have your baby," your heart warms every time you think about it, a baby with the same cheeks and eyes as Jimin? You would love him infinitely, Jimin melts into a real smile.
"Ours."
He intertwines a hand with yours as he prepares to enter and the next thrust makes your eyes widen, he is incredibly slow and gentle, but you have never had anything inside you before and you feel all too clearly his length piercing and widening your inner walls at his will, Jimin is breathing shallowly with sweat beading on his forehead in an attempt to keep calm, you hold him deliciously and you are extraordinarily beautiful as you stare at him with your eyes lost and your lips half-closed and swollen from his kisses.
"I-It doesn't hurt, don't worry, my love," you manage to murmur with a smile, that's right, it doesn't hurt.
It's just a strange sensation, the stretch stings and tingles, but it's nothing unbearable or terrible as you've been led to believe all your life.
Or maybe Jimin is a very good lover, whispers a little voice in your head.
Even so, you feel something warm dripping from your slit after a more direct lunge, running down one of your thighs and ending up on the damp grass; it is your blood, but you pay no attention to it, just as you pay no attention to the quick absorption of the earth near the tree roots.
The blond man nods, but he reaches down again to take a nipple in your mouth, massaging your breast as if he expects milk to come out of it already, your clitoris twitching pleasantly and his cock sliding more sinuously, now you can feel it tapping deeper and deeper, you can almost feel it in your belly and you accompany his thrusts by moving against him, you cling to his back with your fingernails, you hear him moan loudly and that sound excites you, you wonder if...
Before you even think, your hand slides over his chest and you rotate your thumb around one of his smaller, darker nipples, he stiffens with a hoarse sound in his throat and the intensity of his thrusts increases, he clings desperately to you as you tease him again, encircling his hips with your legs.
In the clearing the obscene sounds of your relationship are lost in the wind, the leaves of the tree moving gently almost as if blessing your union.
You kiss him once more and let his tongue take over your mouth, abandoning his deep sighs in you, your walls begin to vibrate ecstatically each time his cock repeatedly plows through them, your belly heats up and you squeeze his swollen length into your pussy, preventing him from leaving at all, Jimin increases his jet speed, now sure of the pleasure that envelops you like a bubble and crushes you against his body, he rides the waves of lust like a stallion, your lungs run out of breath and the world swirls around you.
"We're going to have a baby," he growls decisively, his once ice-blue eyes now a deep electric blue, "And I'm going to bring your uncle's head to you, love," he announces, repeatedly pounding into you at a more assertive and rough pace, his pleasure is snaking incandescently, he can't wait to cum inside you and fill you to the last drop, you will surely accept him as a good wife should.
You tremble with panting and his fierce lunges, praying that he will never leave you, your core is on fire, your walls wrap around him with desperation, and your clit is ready again to let you go in a spiral of enjoyment. You want it all, you yearn for it, you need it, you would kill for it all.
Making love with Jimin.
Yes.
Carrying his child.
Yes.
Having your uncle's head on a silver platter.
Yes.
You hold him in your arms as the first hot jet is shot inside you, he is still buried between your legs as he continues to come, you whimper and at yet another strand of his seed you stiffen, you open your mouth wide in a mute sound as you come with no more strength.
Your body is shaken, unable to recover and you don't understand why, you try to escape when Jimin comes out of your sweet depths, but he blocks you with his weight.
You stare at him shocked when he returns with his hand to your pussy, repeatedly rubbing your perky, still rigid pearl, you shake your head.
"No, it's too much!" you cry clutching your legs, but he continues fearlessly, "I can't do it," you gasp pleadingly.
"It's what you need, honey" he murmurs in your ear, "You're so sensitive you don't realize you need another orgasm to soothe your body, I should have fed you earlier like this, sweet little thing" he sighs with his wrist locked between your thighs, bliss finally comes in little spurts of pleasure that make you gasp and Jimin's thumb stops torturing you, you sag against him without strength, feeling nothing but the vibrations of your intimacy still reliving the intensity and strength of his presence.
"Thank you," you say turning a little toward him, who stares at you with all the love he has for you, "For everything."
But the blond man shakes his head, "You did it all, my princess, I just waited for you" you hear regret in his tone of voice and you're sorry, you don't want him to think back to all the time that kept you apart, now you're together and that's all that matters.
"We will be fine now," you nod.
"When I regain the kingdom" a kiss, "Our baby will be born" another kiss, "And I'll have the king's head to make you a gift" he snaps an even more intense kiss, "We'll be even better, to love you this and more, Y/N" he stares at you with devotion and you lose a beat.
"And I want it, I want it all, Jimin" you let yourself be cradled in your love's embrace and you notice a flash of lightning in passing, you widen your eyes and turn toward the big tree.
It was only an instant, but you swear you saw the runic symbols glow gold.
You kiss Jimin's neck with a smile, foretasting a flood of sweet happenings for both of you, you feel your lap throb gently and you know, a new dynasty is about to be brought into the world.
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N-NAGA!BAKUGO 🐍
Naga!Bakugo who stands about 7ft tall at his full height. Thick, muscular arms crossed over his bulging pecs that lead to into perfectly chiseled abs and tapers into a massive corded serpentine tail that he uses to prep you before stretching your tight little hole out with his two slimy ✨cocks✨
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Ngl it took forever but I got it done lmaooo excuse mistakes I never proofread
Pairing: Naga!Bakugo x Explorer Chubby Black!Fem Reader
c/w: 18+ MDNI
chileeeee 😭 monster fucking, oviposition, tail fucking, kats has two cawks, oral (m!receiving), language ofc, Katsuki hates humans, Katsuki’s 100 yrs old at least, he’s also a lil mean but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t sprinkle a little praise here and there, venom intoxication, full nelson position, cervix fucking, girl you a babymama now 🤤 ❀ let me know if I’m missing any tags ❀
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Something wasn’t right about this forest, so many sinkholes and underground traps lingered around the bunker-like caves.
Which is exactly why you’re limping back to your camp. You’d lost your canteen, which meant you had no drinking water for the night. Fortunately, you had somewhere warm and sheltered to sleep.
You entered the bunker you’d claimed for yourself. This one was the least creepy of them all, lacking the furs and animal carcasses you’d seen in a couple of the others.
At the entryway you kicked off your boots, not wanting to track dirt and mud inside. The tapestry you’d brought gave you a decent amount of privacy, kept you hidden from whatever might’ve been lurking outside, however it couldn’t hide you from something already inside.
“Oi, it’s about time, who the fuck are you?” He snarled violently, tail curling around to push you the rest of the way inside. He’d been waiting on you to return all day, dying to see just who was bold enough to trespass amongst his territory.
He was huge, not only big and brutish but tall too, his head nearly grazing the cave’s ceiling as he raised up at you.
Katsuki hated humans. They were messy, disgusting and vile, destroying every place they’d come to inhabit.
So he’s absolutely seething when a ditzy little bitch makes herself comfortable right in the middle of his territory. Pinning your dumb little tapestry in the entryway, and leaving your things scattered.. neatly in a corner?
Okay whatever you didn’t make a mess, but still he’d spent days digging it out and getting it just right for his rut, only to have some human bitch trespassing while he was out collecting supplies.
“Oh I-.”
Terrified was an understatement as you looked everywhere but his face to to avoid his angry red eyes.
“You’re a..a…like a centaur..but a snake?” He heard you say. Should someone, or something like this even exist? You couldn’t help but wonder if he was the product of some freaky genetic splicing, or something conjured up from the deepest darkest depths of your monsterfucking fantasies.
His human or hunanoid half was absolutely beautiful. A very handsome face, even if it was fixed into a scowl, big muscled arms and an abdomen like a washboard. He wore golden cuffs on his arms and wrists, thick rings adorned a couple of his fingers. His body was thick and bulky, tapering down to a slender twelve foot long tail. His scales were black with splotches of tan, the underbelly that same sandy tan color.
“A Naga, dumbass. I don’t have time for ya little games, bitch. The hell are you doing in my den. Where’d you come from?”
“Your what? I’m traveling south and I just needed a camp for a few nights. Please don’t eat me, I’ll leave!” You were willing to beg the handsome creature for your life. You nearly fainted at the feel of his cold, scaly tail wrapping around and giving a deterrent squeeze.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He snarled. The last thing he’d ever eat was a disgusting human, you’d probably taste like shit anyway, with all the garbage humans ate.
Now, a deer or a big fat juicy rabbit? He’d do just about anything for. He’d probably go hunting after he figured out how to dispose of you.
“So, what should I do with you, my chubby little bunny?”
His tone was taunting, you’re sure anything you suggested he’d laugh at, but you mustered up enough courage to speak anyway.
His gaze was fixed on you, red reptilian eyes daring you to make a move. He wanted you to run. He’d probably even stall a bit, give you a little leeway before hunting you down like the predator he was.
And when he found you he’d contemplate snapping your pretty little neck, or pumping so much venom into your veins that your blood solidified completely, or even gutting you like a fish and tossing you aside for the scavengers to deal wit-
“K-keep me?”
He stared at you like you’d grown another head.
“Keep you?” He spat the words like they were poison filling his mouth. He scoffed, nose turned up and brows bunched into a menacing scowl. “Fuck are you talkin’ about?”
He’d expected you to beg for a merciful death, totally caught off guard when you suggested such an impious request.
“L-like a pet or maid..I-I can cook or forage or…please you.” You reasoned with the monster, voice dying in your throat at the end of the statement. You knew there was no way he’d let you go unscathed, so you offered up the next best thing, you hoped.
The blonde stopped and looked down at you, arms crossed over the thick trunk of his body and squeezing his deliciously large pecs together, before his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. Uncoiling his tail, he dropped you right on your butt.
“Don’t need a pet, but I do need an incubator.” Your eyes widened when his eyes fixated on your chubby tummy.
“Incubator?”
“Yeah,” His forked tongue flickered. “Ain’t got a mate, but I’m ready for a litter.“
He slithered the rest of the way to you, pulling you right into his arms. He pressed his cool fingers into your doughy body, pulling you right up against him. “You have the perfect body to bare my clutch, so you will.”
Sure, it was contradictory. He hated humans, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use you and all of your warm holes, right?
“Either that or I stuff em’ into your corpse.”
He could smell your fear, along with the sweet scent of ovulation and it was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent alone made him fucking feral, made him want nothing more than to burrow deeper into his den and have his way with you, to pump you full of cum and then his eggs.
Which is exactly what he’d do. Make you pay for disturbing his peace and triggering his rut early.
“Gonna keep papa’s eggs nice and warm, right? Ya promise?”
You nod with so much force your head might fall off, flinching when his thin tongue flickered rapidly beside your ear.
“Good, now whad’ya say about pleasing me, Bunny?”
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The naga is left speechless when you take the head of one of his cocks into your mouth. The warmth enveloping him like the tightest hug.
“Fuck…what a good little bitch.”
You responded with the faintest little ‘mhm’ staring up at him all starry-eyed and dazed. Your tongue ran up and down that thick vein, sending shivers up his spine.
Katsuki had fucked with plenty of Naga women, but none of them had ever taken his dicks into their mouth, too prude and snobby to commit such a profane act.
But humans—humans were the embodiment of sin, the epitome of absolute trash, and before now he’s never been more grateful for the scum of your race.
Because here you were, the sexiest plump little vixen he’d ever seen, on your knees with your tongue swirling around each of his heads, showing neither more attention than the other.
You squished one of them between your busom, fucking it with your tits while your mouth handled the other.
“Holy fuck.” The naga breathed out, palming your head to push you down onto his cock, the tip nudging the threshold of your throat. Katsuki’s mind was clouded with delirium, head thrown back as little grunts and groans were forced out of him.
He laced his fingers into your braids, the hair ties that held your bun long gone. He was surprisingly gentle, forming your hair into a ponytail to rut against your mouth.
You sucked his cocks like your life depended on it, because it did. You needed him to feel like you were worth keeping, not to be discarded after you’d given him a litter.
“S-stop.”
Of course you didn’t stop, too stupefied to even understand the command at first. The naga felt like putty in your hands, the rattle of his tail moving intensely fast, nearly beating against the ground to signal just how close he was.
Your tongue and throat tingled as you worked him with your mouth, pushing him closer and closer to a release that would’ve brought him to his knees if he had them.
“Stop…or I’ll kill ya.” Bakugou panted hard, breaths ragged and strained, giving your hair a rough tug.
He quite literally meant what he said, as much as he did want to paint your throat with his cum, you’d likely asphyxiate from all that semen.
Your mouth was off of him in an instant, staring up at him waiting for your next order. You were a delectable sight to behold. Saliva dripping from your chin onto your big tits.
He pulled you up into a sloppy kiss, coating your tongue and throat with venomous saliva. It made your mouth water, the more you swallowed it down. You were now covered in a light sheen of sweat, body lax in his arms and incredibly sensitive, signs that you ingested the poison well.
“Please! I want-I need your cocks! Need you to fuck m-me.” His venom had you slack-jawed and slurring, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.
Katsuki loved a bitch who wasn’t too proud to beg, carnal urges roused and ready to give you all that you asked for.
“Gotta stretch that pretty pussy if you want both my cocks.”
You nodded, or at least thought you nodded, head swaying as he maneuvered you around. Now you have your arms looped around his neck as he holds you up by your knees.
You let out the most wanton moan when his rattle breached your cunt, gasping and panting like a whore when more and more of that thick tail made its way inside.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth formed a wide ‘o’ as the rings of the his tail were sheathed deep into your cunt.
“Nice and warm.” His deep raspy voice lingers in your mind even after he’s spoken.
“Fuckkkk! I need more!” You cried out, cunt gushing more of your syrupy arousal around his tail and down your thighs.
“Doing s’good, I’ll give ya more.” He praised, fangs pressed into his lip as he slipped his tail out, rattle coated in your pussy’s cream.
Tears stung your eyes at the delicious stretch of his upper cock stuffing your cunt.
He bounced you up and down, loving how your warm, creamy pussy felt around him. With every thrust the head of his second cock bumped against your clit sending tremors through your body every single time.
He never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt and quite frankly you didn’t want him to either with how you wrapped your thick thighs around him so tightly.
He was able to pry you off of him a little, just enough to position his second dick at your entrance.
Completely cock-drunk and dickmatized you’d probably die if he pulled out of you. You’d never been so full in your life, filled the the brim with this monster’s cock.
“You said you wanted both right?”
“Uhhuh?” You agreed to all of his questions if it meant keeping your life. Your mind was so clouded and hazy that you didn’t even process what he meant until he stuffed that second cock into your greedy cunt.
Shifting the position, he turns you around so that your back was against his front, cocks still stuffed inside as he handled you like you were featherlight. He lifts your legs up until he has them over his forearms, you’re now folded in half against him with his hands locked behind your head.
In an instant he’s moving again, holding you still and slamming into your pussy at a god-like speed. “Oooo shit.” You moaned, staring down at your bulging belly.
“You’re so stronggg.” Your praises pumped his ego, if that was even possible, the man already had so much confidence as it was. “Nghhh it’s s-so fucking good.”
“Yeah? Human whore loves my cocks?” He had the meanest grin on his face, basking in your praises.
“Yesssss, fuck yes.” You screamed, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out like a mad woman as he fucked you into oblivion.
“J-just like t-t-that.” You stuttered as you felt the peak of an orgasm creeping up on you.
It had just dawned on you, the blonde hadn’t even given you his name, if he had one.
“N-name..what’s your name.”
“Katsuki.” The Naga said, thrusts never faltering. He rarely gave his first name, especially to people he deemed beneath him. However, in a matter of moments you’d be the mother of his brood, of course he made an exception.
“Katsu…mmphhh. I’m gonna cum, Katsukiiii!” You whimpered out his name as you coated his cock with your juices.
“Oh f-fuck, what’s happening?” Your hooded eyes widened when the thick heads of his cocks pushed passed the ring of your cervix, sitting snug inside your womb and ready to deliver his clutch.
Play time was over, and Katsuki was ready to collect on that promise you made him.
Large and round, the first egg settled into your belly. One after the other he deposited six big eggs into your belly. The stretch was uncomfortable, heavy.
You weren’t even sure if you could stand holding so much extra weight. After all you’ve been through you weren’t sure if you could stand at all, honestly.
He finally lifted you off of his cocks, both semi flaccid and slowly retreating back into their slit. Your eyes were fixated below you, intrigued by the bright green slime that dripped out of your cunt but even more so by the swell of your tummy after being filled with the naga’s eggs.
You felt yourself being moved, until you were layed against your sleeping bag and few extra blankets you had brought to bundle up with.
You were drained— body covered in sweat and cum, belly stretched to capacity. You didn’t even want to think about how you looked right now.
“Oi, stay with me.” He slapped a calloused hand over your cheek a couple of times.
You floated in and out of consciousness but you kept your eyes locked on his crimson ones as best as you could.
“Did good.” He patted your head as you snuggled into his cool body, bulging belly jutting against his abdomen.
He rubbed a hand over your belly. ”S’good for me, gonna give me a strong litter.” He kissed your forehead and that’s all you could remember before consciousness evaded you.
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#bakugou x chubby reader#bakugou smut#black reader#bnha smut#chubby reader#mha x plus sized reader#bakugou imagine#bakugo x poc!reader#bakugou x black reader#kinktober#plus size teratophilia#teratophilia smut#terato#naga!bakugou#naga!bakugo#naga monster#naga smut#HentyeHottie
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@fxckyeahclintasha this one is for you buddy 💜❤️
Natasha stretches and leans back on the blanket under the oak tree, a strand of red hair displaced from her ponytail and tickling her cheek. The summer sun is hot. Lucky seems to agree, padding over to join her. He drops a slobbery tennis ball at her side, but doesn’t want to play at the moment. She pushes it to the grass and he lays down.
“Too hot, buddy? Take a rest.”
He sighs in contentment, watching Katie with his one good eye as she helps her dad pick up sticks in the yard. They’re collecting firewood for a bonfire tonight. Her arms are full of twigs and a few leaves. Natasha thinks she takes more after Clint in some ways, adventurous and headstrong, always wanting to help. Her blonde curls are already turning a shade of light brown, but the bright green eyes, they look like hers.
She dumps her armful on the pile and scouts the yard, deciding to head in the direction of the apple tree. It doesn’t get fruit. It hasn’t in years, at least since Clint was a child, but they haven’t cut it down.
Lucky twitches his ears, then gets up to follow. He picks up the pace as she gets closer to the tree and lets out a warning growl. Clint is moving before she even has time to react. The dog grabs the back of Katie’s shirt, gently pulling her back.
“Lucky, what’s the matter?” He stoops down to look, then throws his head back in a laugh. “You stupid dog, it’s a turtle. It’s not dangerous.” He clicks his tongue and Lucky releases her, allowing her to get closer. Clint picks it up and brings it over to Natasha, and they all rest on the blanket to examine it.
“Is it slimy? What’s in the shell? Does it eat strawberries? Or bugs? Why is it hiding? Can I touch its feet?” Katie bombards them with questions about the reptile. Clint does the best he can to answer them all, encouraging her to carefully touch the shell. Her eyes are wide as she runs her fingers along the ridges.
“Mommy, look!”
“I see it. Maybe we should go put it back in case it has a turtle family waiting for it.”
“I’ll carry it!”
“Careful.” Clint shows her how to pick it up without pinching her fingers and they replace it under the tree. Katie runs back to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the stick pile.
“You hungry?”
“Yes!”
“Alright Katie-bug, let’s get this fire started.”
Clint settles in the creaky swing on the porch. He kicks off his boots and socks, bare feet swinging below him. Natasha helps Katie build a small teepee of twigs and light it. The flames grow steadily. Clint doesn’t want to move just yet, but his stomach rumbles, and the thought of food over the fire prompts him to get up.
“You guys ready to make some hot dogs?”
“Yes! I’ll help!” Katie runs past him, into the kitchen, and he shakes his head with a laugh as she yells something through the screen door.
“What did she say?”
“She wants to know if we can have s’mores, too.” Natasha grins, and he already knows the answer. She has a major sweet tooth.
“Definitely.”
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Bam here I am again-
Yakumo boyo and ur fav characters with a shapeshifter s/o that in real form is basically a squishy slimy moomin and whenever they're really tired and sleepy s/o gets into their real form and just snuggles up with the Cc
I think it would be kinda funny too for some day the Cc see s/o shapeshifted as them just trying on some clothes they were thinking on buying/gifting to said Cc or shape shifting into something big and fluffy and soft to cuddle up with them and be the big spoon
Anygays, have a good cycle of 24 hours:3
“Would you still love me if I were a moomin?”
I had to do this edit. This was the exact image that flashed into my head when I read the ask 😭❤️
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Tokyo Ghoul
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Yamori
He’s…stunned…to say the least. That’s at first! After a while, and some explaining, he understands.
He finds you very interesting and endearing.
The day that he finds you, well him, trying on his clothes, he just kind of laughs. You like him so much that you’d try and be him? Well alright then!
If he’s got something important to go to, he might ask if you could shapeshift into him so he could compare and see what looked better for the event or meeting.
Doesn’t mind any of the sleeping arrangements you have. He’s just happy to have you.
He’s very interested in how you came to be, your past, and your general background. It’s all very new and exciting from a scientific standpoint.
Naki
He’s convinced that it’s a joke at first, and then you turn into him, and then into your moomin form. That’s when he gets it.
He gets used to it after a while and he gets so many ideas.
You can help him with outfits, for pranks, his mischievous plans, etc.
Much like Yamori, he loves cuddles, a lot more openly anyways, so he’ll be excited for sleep, regardless of what form you take.
He also finds your moomin form adorable so expect to see little doodles of you on random slips of paper.
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The Boys
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Black Noir
Compound V is doing some seriously weird stuff to supes.
He’s somewhat confused but then he realizes that it’s just shapeshifting powers so he understands now.
He has to remind himself off and on that when you’re tired or just relaxing, that you’re not human.
You shapeshifting into him comes in handy for those days where he has to do appearances but is on a mission or just not available.
He has fun with the shapeshifting thing with you. He just finds it really interesting.
He likes hugging and cuddling regardless so he’s really happy that you want to do the same!
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Side note, I’m so sorry for the slow turn around times. I really enjoy doing requests but it’s been taking me a while. So sorry!
#the boys#jason tokyo ghoul#moomin#naki x reader#tokyo ghoul manga#tokyo ghoul naki#tokyo ghoul headcanon#tokyo ghoul anime#tokyo ghoul:re#naki tokyo ghoul#naki tokyo ghoul x reader#yamori tokyo ghoul#yamori x reader#yamori#yakumo oomori x reader#yakumo#yakumo oomori#tokyo ghoul fluff#black noir#black noir x reader#black noir fluff#the boys black noir#the boys fanfic#the boys amazon#the boys prime
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Daryl Dixon gt/Vore headcanons por favor 🥺🤲
HI HELLO YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ASK LIKE THIS SO I CAN GO ABSOLUTELY OFF THE RAILS INSANE
I apologize if some of these are ooc. I'm a bit delulu ❤️
He's always very gentle with tinies- even if they're being annoying, he's still very careful and wouldn't intentionally hurt them.
He's very awkward about holding tinies, tho. Sure, he holds them securely with both hands, but he likes to be able to do things with his hands and stay busy. Tinies will usually end up in a shirt pocket, or perched on his shoulder if it's a more calm environment.
He doesn't like tinies climbing around on him, it makes him a bit tense or nervous that they're gonna fall. Being on his shoulder and being stationary there is one thing- trying to climb up the back of his shirt is another.
He'll bring tinies or borrowers any sort of scraps he finds while out on runs. He doesn't really know what'll be useful to them, but if he spots something that he thinks could be useful in smaller hands, he'll grab it anyway.
Now into the vore stuff... *horrible gremlin laughter*
He doesn't strike me as the type to be particularly into mawplay- he's usually a swallow-and-done type of pred. But if his prey wants to linger in his mouth for a bit longer, he'll gladly let them since it gives him a sort of excuse to properly taste them more than he'll usually allow himself to.
He's not an aggressive pred a majority of the time- at least not towards willing prey- but he's not super gentle either. It's not intentional, he just doesn't really realize he can be a slight bit rough at times. If a prey points it out, he'll be more conscious of it and would probably mutter out a quiet apology and not much else.
He really, really loves willing prey. He won't admit it aloud, but he does.
He likes being able to hold someone he cares about close to him- it's one of the few times he's actually able to relax and feel like he's doing a proper job at protecting someone.
His belly is. Super fucking loud. That man has the diet of a rat in a New York dumpster, you can't tell me it's not noisy in there.
His stomach in general is really active no matter what, and might be a bit more slimy than what's normal- again, because of his awful diet.
He tries to hide it but when his stomach is particularly loud he does actually get a bit embarrassed by it. It's not super obvious, he's good at hiding his emotions, but if you know what to look for you can tell he's a bit flustered.
His voice is also very loud from inside. Like. He talks all low and gravelly so from inside his stomach it's super bassy and loud. He probably doesn't even realize how loud it is either until it's pointed out to him. He'll try to keep his voice down afterwards if it's someone he actually likes that's in his stomach, but otherwise he could care less.
At heart he's kind of a caretaker pred. He'll occasionally check in with his prey and press at his belly to see if they're alright and if they need anything. Not constantly, but often enough for it to be obvious that he cares.
He's not super touchy with his middle- at least not in public. If it's the right person, and he's away from prying eyes, however... his hands are practically glued onto his stomach. He doesn't usually rub, but when he does, it's slow and soothing- more for his own comfort than his prey's.
Belly rubs don't tend to do much for him... most of the time. Usually, he'll grumble something appreciative under his breath about it or other. But if it's timed correctly, and he's emotionally primed enough... oh, that man just breaks down. He's not used to being treated with gentle affection, so if it's coming from the right person at the right time he'll cry.
He refuses to eat anything with his prey. Not for any specific reasons, he just feels awkward doing it because he doesn't really see prey as any sort of food, and it feels weird to have them in his stomach while he eats.
Prey can expect to get squeezed a lot if he's in combat. He's got dense core muscle, and he throws himself around pretty violently, so being held tight is probably a good thing anyway. He'll check in with his prey afterwards to make sure they're okay, and maybe mutter a small apology for the 'bumpy ride'.
All of the softer stuff aside tho, he'd also be great for unwilling prey scenarios.
It's most likely that any sort of prey he eats that's unwilling is just being captured and contained temporarily. Be it a stranger he encounters, or someone from an enemy group.
He wouldn't go through with fatal stuff, I don't think, but he'd probably threaten it if the prey has info he needs, or if they're just flat out squirming too much.
He doesn't mind prey moving within him, but if they're outright fighting him he doesn't really like it. It doesn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, it's just hard for him to focus on much when there's some agitated prey thrashing around in his gut- and that can be detrimental in a dangerous situation.
Not surprising but he's very cold towards any sort of captured or enemy prey. He's not cruel, per say, but he's pretty much going to ignore them and just be snippy whenever he does talk to them at all. He won't purposefully pick at them or press at his belly much like that though, he deems it best to just let them sit and stew. If they're panicking, it's not his problem.
...at least, most of the time. If he's got someone who's outright crying and terrified of him he'll soften his approach a bit. Not by a whole lot- they're still a captive, after all- but he might confirm to them that no, they're safe, he's not intending to hurt them.
That's all I've got for right now nonnie!! I'll probably have more thoughts later it's 4am rn and my brain is fried so more asks abt my fav greasy man are more than welcome :)
#asks#foxx answers#vore talk#anonymous#soft vore#safe vore#willing pred#willing prey#unwilling prey#v0re#nonfatal vore#d/aryl d/ixon#he's EVERYTHING to me you dont even KNOW#ive been braining about him so fucking bad
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Ask and ye shall receive! I am here to ask you to tell us all about your OCs! What kind of world do they live in? What kind of story do you want to tell with them? Their personalities? Your favorite aspects of each of them? What do you associate with them, like, what thing, when you see it, makes you go "ohhhhh! This reminds me of them!" Please tell us!
OMG.... THANK U FOR ASKING AAAH 🥺🥺🥺 so im going to answer this for the 2 OCs i drew and posted most recently... these guys...
FIRST OF ALL want to start off w a disclaimer that I'm going to talk abt them as if it's like. a story or webtoon or webnovel that im going to make but in reality i think theres a slim chance of me making that a reality even tho i rly want to TT but its still fun to think abt/develop them...
This OC story has a main 4 (2 guys and 2 girls); there's a 💙girl, 💚guy (the 2 protagonists) and ❤️girl and 💜guy (on the opposing/"antagonist" side). This story is actually based off a dream I had back in 2018 LMAO but my subconscious just gave me the very basic concept/vibes (like a prompt basically) and i had to flesh it out from there... also only 3/4 showed up in the dream, the 💜guy I had to make from scratch and he went thru the most changes(+all r still being developed)
-what kind of world do they live in?
So in this universe there's a power system/a small percent of the population has powers... I've just been generically calling them "psychic powers/espers" like in mp100 (超能力/초능력, lit: superpowers) bc i dont have a name for them like "nen" or anything... I'm not going to go into detail of how it works yet but I think it does share some similarities w mp100 (like how some r born w it and others can awaken it thru stress)... Anyway, both 💚 and 💜 are very strong psychics(aka have strong power)... I think all 4 of the main charas have some powers, or at least 3/4 (💙 is also a very strong psychic.) Other than that I guess it takes place in modern day Korea..? Except... I may be Korean American but I know very little about actual Korea/have never lived there, so if I was ever to make this story a reality(again prob neverㅠ), I'd have to do a lot of research and/or have a Korean writing partner/consultant...
-their personalities (v basic intro)
💚guy... His name is Hyojun (lastname tbd) and he's the son of a rly rich family (3/4 mcs are from rich familys...def influenced by ouran smhdsj). Even tho he's from rich society, he doesn't really look or act like it (he's handsome, but has a rough/rowdy look), and really detests this environment and most of the people; finds them suffocating, obnoxious, scummy, Fake, etc. He has a rebellious personality, hates rules and values freedom... He's also really good at and enjoys fighting/sparring. He is a powerful psychic and is also physically strong (knows martial arts + how to fight). (yyh yusuke is def one of his influences heh..) The "hyo" in his name means filial piety/duty... basically a name given with the hope that he'd be an obedient and dutiful son...
His color motif is green💚 and his animal motif is snake🐍 (secondary motif: lizards in general). He's one of the 2 protagonists!! (The other is the 💙girl)
I like the idea of one of the protags having an atypical animal motif that's often associated with evil (or being slimy/conniving etc) like a snake... tried to incorporate this subtly into his design too (slit pupils + cute fang(s)... the fangs give him a cat/dogboy look but it's actually bc snake motif😙)
💜🦋: I kind of designed him to be a foil to hyojun and contrast him in many ways... He's one of the main "antagonists" of the story! (in that he's on the side opposing the "protagonists"... not that he's necessarily "evil"...) He's the heir to a very rich & powerful family, and Unlike the rough and rebellious Hyojun, he's refined, elegant, reserved, calm, polite and gentle. His design is made to look very soft in contrast to Hyojun's sharp edges (literally designed him to contrast hyojun in as many ways as possible lmao🫣). He's also a powerful psychic. He and his family are involved in some shady business behind the scenes... He usually seems kind and gentle, but he's hiding a lot of things behind his smile... He and Hyojun may be opposites in terms of personality, but they may have more similarities than they seem. 👀 I'm being vague but KDJSKDN basically know that he's the smiley faker type... like Clotted Cream Cookie... (clotted actually matched so many of the ideas i had for this OC which I think is 1 reason why I got so attached to him when he came out bdkbdn... his lore is diff but his personality/vibes r p similar + both have parental issues/trauma...)
His color motif is purple💜 (+yellow) and his motif is butterfly🦋!! (/moths? +insects in general) I really love this motif for him bc butterflies have an image of being docile, fragile, gentle and pretty... I love the trope of villains/antagonists with aesthetics/motifs that are soft/pretty/unassuming and atypical of villains... Just like w hyojun having a 🐍 motif as a protagonist... But I also love the butterfly motif because besides being pretty, as insects, there's a somewhat creepy/horror element to them too? I think the duality of butterflies suits the duality of his chara perfectly... And I tried to incorporate the motif into his design thru his spotted eyes... They're normally light on dark and look like sparkly eyeshines, but the colors invert when he's using his powers and become dark spots on light, inspired by spotted butterfly eyes (u can google "butterfly eyes"), creating an entirely different vibe + invoking slight trypophobia (but in the latest/final iteration of his design I simplified the spots to just 3 as to not go overboard)
(Btw I actually wanted all the psychic charas eyes to look diff when using their powers as a cool visual indicator... 💜's are prob the coolest atm but Hyojun💚's eyes also change/invert; they go from black w a light green slit pupil to green with a black slit pupil)
-what kind of story do u want to tell w them?
If I had to describe it, it'd be like a mix of a shounen/action genre piece (action scenes, fighting, facing an evil org, superpowers etc) and at the same time play heavily off of/include a lot of elements/tropes of the shoujo/romance genre??? This won't make sense without more context but... there'd be a lot of insp from/playing off of (and subverting) tropes from shoujo romance manga/webtoons... while at the same time blending it with the action genre... The goal is to draw heavily from both and take these tropes and mash and twist them up and create something new and really fun (and hopefully funny... I def want it to be a comedy kdhfj. But also I want it to include well rounded characters with deep and angsty backstories and relationships... def a lot of overcoming trauma...) Even the makeup of the main 4 mirrors the main character tropes of both the action/shounen and romance/shoujo genres... there's 4 main charas, mirroring the main 4 of some of my fav shounens (mainly YYH and HxH), but they're also evenly split in terms of gender, 2 guys and 2 girls, which mirrors the main cast formula of the romance genre (ex: female lead, male lead, sub male lead, sub female lead/rival)... It's definitely going to have a strong theme of friendship/found family/platonic bonds (as is typical of shounen genre) bc I eat that sht up... It wouldn't be classified as a "romance", but that doesn't mean it won't have romance... just not in the direction one might expect... Idk how much I should say but it'd be sooo hetbait dkbfdjd I love the idea so much... (hetbait but actually gay kshdjdh)
Anyway I want to make a story that'd have readers (like the webtoon commenters i see) confused about what genre it is lmaoo... like is this supposed to be action or romance... and also be like who am i supposed to ship... KFJSKJ (i have my own ships but it'd be fun to see who ppl would ship during the course of it... ppl liking diff ship dynamics... fantasizes abt it being a real thing even tho it prob wont happen lmao)
I need to draw updated art of 💙girl and ❤️girl..!! In the meantime here's some older art of 💙girl(2021-2022) that I apparently never posted... my pookie she is everything to me mfbdn Her name is Seol!
And here's some even older art (2018-2019)!! I've had these charas since 2018 (well... 💜 didnt exist back then... conceptualized in 2019) but I only drew/developed them once in a blue moon bc i usually just draw fanart of my hyperfixations🥹... sorry for neglecting u, ocs...
edit: I realized I forgot a very important piece of info... ages MCNDNB Hyojun and Seol are both 20 (at least for now? it could change) and 💜guy(NEED TO NAME HIM SOON FR) is like 1-2 yrs older. hmm... when i first made them they were my age but now theyre younger lmaoo. Maybe I'll age them up or not but they're all over 18 at least
#ask#oc#my art#WHEW SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS ASK#THANK U SM FOR ASKING ABT THEM AND BEING INTERESTED IN THEM!!!#*passes out*
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A self-indulgent moodboard prompt: the jatp stranger things crossover au (literally anything from the whole vibe/lore we've established lol) ❤️
(Everyone should read the JATP Stranger Things Crossover.)
When Reggie came back from the hell dimension, the Upside Down as his friends had called it, things had changed.
For one, his parents were gone. They'd taken government settlement money and had skipped town as soon as possible. That was okay though, because Ray had pretty much adopted him on the stop. (It wasn't like it was that big a change, he spent all his time at the Molina house anyway.)
For another, their friend group all of a sudden had a boy with superpowers in it. Willie was cool, though. A little quirky, and nobody should love Eggos that much when pizza existed, but cool. The way he made Alex blush with just a smile was pretty awesome.
And yeah, maybe he'd felt a little left out. His two crushes had already been dating each other, but at least he'd had Alex to commiserate with. Except then Luke and Julie sat him down and told them they loved him, and everything was perfect.
Well, everything was almost perfect. There were the nightmares, of course. The doctors said it was PTSD. So if he sometimes blinked and he was back there, in the Upside Down, no matter where they were, well, that was probably PTSD too. And his coughing fits. And if he sometimes saw something gross and slimy in the sink after he was done coughing, surely that was just some kind of flashback as well.
The second part was way more serious. "You guys..." he said, after the hugs and the crying and the swapping of stories (oh man, he missed Victoria making a flamethrower AND Julie wearing his leather jacket? No fair!). "Where's Reggie Junior?" If they'd forgotten to feed his Tamagotchi, there would be hell to pay.
"Aaaahm," Luke and Alex squeaked, looking between each other and Julie. "LA?"
"What?"
"Bobby won the custody dispute, okay!"
#julie and the phantoms#the jatp stranger things crossover#willex#juliexlukexreggie#reggie peters#I made a thing#I wrote a thing#reggie like: I missed Ray going feral? no fair#also eggos are ugly as shit so please pretend these aesthetic waffles are just eggos
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Lost Hero: I -Breisa
The time I saw a goddess
Word count: 1970
Warnings: Cursing (ENG/ES) , bad comebacks, teenagers being teenagers
Summary: If weird dreams weren’t bad enough, Breisa had to deal with a stupid field trip. Could it get any worse?
Likes ❤️ , reblogs 🔁, and comments 💬 are much appreciated :)
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Breisa jolted awake.
A kid beside her looked at her, startled, and moved to a seat in front.
Where am I ?
Slowly she blinked, yawned, and stretched.
The rubber cushion of the seat squeaked as the bus lurched and bump along the road.
She turn to look the window as they pass amber mountains, cactuses, dry grass, open areas of plain dirt.
The sky was clear and bright blue, which was very condricting to cold and dry December weather.
Around Breisa there were kids her age talking, laughing, sleeping, listening to music on iPods, and just being teenagers.
‘I’m in Nevada. The wilderness school. On a stupid field trip to gaint shithole in the middle of nowhere. She reminded herself and fixed a hand through her dark curly hair. ‘What time is it?’
It must’ve been two hour drive from the wilderness school. Another hour or so before they arrive.
‘Probably should’ve ate that breakfast sandwich.’
‘How long til we get there?’
‘Are we going to have to do more nature walks? Ugh.’
‘I brought my only pair of jeans, I gotta do laundry when I get back to the dorm.’
‘Don’t forget about that English Essay. If miss that deadline, we’ll get bumped down to a D.’
‘Wait do I still have dad’s gift on me?’ Breisa patted her inside jacket pocket and the jewelry was still there.
With all the flood rush thoughts, her mind went down the rabbit hole. It landed on her dream.
It was weird.
Weirder than usual.
Which was saying a lot since weird things have always happened to her.
Most of the time it felt like the world was out to get her.
Kind of why she landed to this reform boarding school. It was more like a prison Boot Camp from hell. Public school was better than this place.
But, that dream in some odd way felt like a warning.
Annabeth and Butch are too travel to Navada
Extract the Demigods
Demigods
Demigods
‘The heck is a demigod?’ Breisa thought.
It was probably nothing. Maybe—
THAWCK!
Her train of thought was broken when something slimy hit her cheek.
“Eww! The fuck?!” Breisa exclaimed in disgust, wiping a spitball off.
Someone cackled in delight.
She recognized that laugh. That angered her even more.
“Valdez!” Breisa growled out.
She turned to see the curly haired boy leaning over his seat grinning cheekily. A straw twirling in his scrawny fingers.
“Sorry Cariño, your big head was in the way!” He called out, earning laughs from bus.
She huffed in anger and a little bit of embarrassment as they laughed.
Then She stood up and remarked “Well at least I’m not the size of an imp!”
Other kids cracked up.
“Hey I’m fun sized!” Leo protested.
“Fun sized?! You’re so short, you’ll need a ladder to reach manhood!” Breisa retorted.
He flushed up to his pointed ears. “Y-Yeah well at least, I don’t look like a wack ass clown with all that cheap hair product.”
“Shouldn’t you be making toys in Santa’s workshop?!”
“Bitch!”
“Dumb ass!”
“¡VEIJA!”
“¡HIJO DE PUTA!”
“Break it up you two!” A new voice ordered.
There stood coach hedge with a glare. It would have been intimidating- if he wasn’t shorter than Leo. Or wearing shorts. “I don’t want any funny business on my bus, ya’hear?”
“He started it! Spitting that spitball on my face!” Breisa grumbled, pointing her finger to the wet spot on her cheek.
“How do you know it was me?” Leo hummed ‘innocently’.
“The straw is literally sticking outside of your pocket!” She gestured towards the breast pocket of his army jacket.
“Tattletale.” He stuck his tongue out at her.
She lurched forward to grab him as he tried to duck.
“Alright enough!” Coach pulled her back by the collar of her Jean jacket.
“If you two can’t get along, I’ll make you get along.” He waved his baseball bat between the two. “Alessandro, your new partner is Valdez. That means you have to work together and sit together. For the reminder of the field trip.”
“WHAT?!” Both of them whipped their heads to him.
“You heard me.” Coach began to shuffle his way back to his seat.
“Coach, I think you’re being a bit rash about this.” Leo tried to reason, “I could scrub the bus. I could give a full essay on the importance of sports. I’ll even polish your bat. Anything. You don’t have to make us partners.”
“Some teamwork would do you good, Valdez.” Coach sat down and ignored any further protests from both of them. “Alessandro move to the back, and NO funny business.”
Grumbling, Breisa moved her way towards her new seat.
Reducantly, he got up and let her sit towards the window.
She turned and glared at Leo. “I hate you.”
He could have swore he saw something green flash in her eyes. It might have been the trick of the light.
“Yeah? Well the feelings are mutual, princesa.” He retorted, and began taking things out of his pocket to keep his hands busy.
She turned away and placed her headphones on, playing her MP3 player. It blasted music, loud enough to be Leo-noise canceling.
‘This is going to be a long ride.’ Breisa own thoughts complained.
-
They were nearly there towards the destination. Only a half a mile through, when they stopped at a gas station.
Half the students go off to go to the bathroom, get some snacks, or stretch.
So it only left a few on the bus.
Leo jumped at the opportunity to let out his energy. Also to get away from Breisa.
It didn’t bug her at all, finally glad to get away from him. And get some sort of peace.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Annoyed, she turned ready to tell someone off— only to find a unique pair of eyes staring at her.
Maybe it was some illusion or something but they shined like Kaleidoscope. Breisa blinked and the other persons’ eyes were now a sepia brownish color.
“Um yes?” Breisa asked mesmerized, taking a headphone out of her ear.
“You’re Alessandro.” A girl acknowledged, showing the other half of her face.
The bridge of her nose curved out slightly and her pink lips were full. She had high cheekbones and wide jaw to go with them. There was no trace of makeup anywhere in her face.
She had warm amber skin. Her chestnut hair worn into a mid length braid with Choppy bangs. It looked like a quick updo. So some of her hair was sticking out of her braids.
She leaned over and Breisa noticed she wore an old patched up snowboarding jacket.
Despite her look that screamed “Don’t notice me”, it was very hard not to stare at her. She was very beautiful.
“Yes I am.” Hesitance was in her voice as the girl studied her. Intensely. “But I go by Breisa. Do I know you?”
“Oh sorry. I’m Piper. Piper Maclaine.” She stuck out her hand as a greeting. Breisa shook politely, still unsure emotions about her. “A friend of Leo’s.”
“Oh.” Did Breisa say that out loud? What the fuck?
Great. Now she’s on someone else's blacklist.
But all Piper did was chuckle. “I get that a lot. Don’t worry. Being Leo’s friend can be a bit tiring. Also that thing he did with the spitball was uncalled for. Sometimes he just doesn’t know how to act …normal?”
“Normal is an under statement for him.”
Piper laughed loudly at her remark. (Which Breisa grinned at). “Leo can be a pain in the ass. But he’s not always like that.”
‘I doubt it. This is the same guy who stuck gumwad with super glue in my hair.’
Piper noticed her doubt. “I know it’s hard to believe. But once he gets under your skin, he grows on you. Kind of like a fugas.”
She really wanted to believe her
But then again this is Leo they were talking about.
He was arrogant, egotistical, immature, and machista.
Breisa has known this since she was his main target of pranks and jokes.
“Piper, you seem nice. And I get that Leo is your buddy, but honestly I just want to get this field trip over with.” She tried not to be snarky. Only blunt. Besides, it was the truth.
Piper stood quite, before letting out a little hum. Her eyes flash yellow, mint, and red—then they went back to their normal color. It felt like she was planning something. “Understandable. If he bugs you any more, I could punch him.”
“Noted.” Breisa hummed and began to play her MP3 player.
Everyone began to pile on the bus. Coach yelling at those strolling along the back to get their sorry asses on the bus, before they leave them behind.
Leo came back and he had that wide grin on his face. The type of grin that said “I caused trouble.”
She shuffled to her side of the seat, rolling her eyes at him.
Surprisingly he said nothing.
Everything was normal.
As usual when things were decent—shit got weird.
The bus rumbled and shook, it reminded Briesa of an earthquake.
That set her off into panic mode.
“Hey do you fe-“
She couldn’t get the words out before a beam of light blasted down into the bus.
With a yelp Breisa covered her eyes from being blinded.
Through the gaps in her fingers the light dim from scorching sun to heavenly glow.
Carefully she lifted her hands away from her eyes.
She pulled out her headphones and looked around.
All her classmates were frozen.
Not in ice, but frozen in time.
Coach was scowling and had his lips in a shout but no sound came out.
Some kids were in motion of talking or movement -yet, nothing happened.
They all looked like wax statues.
“Ok if this is a prank y’all can stop now!” Breisa voice shook in disbelief.
No one word was heard from anyone.
Down to her last resort, she turned to Leo. He was frozen like all the others. For once, she wasn’t grateful that his annoying voice was quiet.
Looking out the window, a bird was paused mid-air.
‘This is a dream. I’m hallucinating.’ Briesa thought, trying to pinch herself awake.
It was no use.
She couldn’t feel anything.
The bus began to tremble again. In the light something appeared.
A woman in golden armor. Her hair was black and braided. She wore a peacock cape. held a staff with a sharp edge. She could've been six-foot.
She began to walk along the aisle.
Then she shifted. Like a retro video game trying to reboot itself. Now she was an old lady, wearing black drapes and a vail-like headband. She turned backed into warrior state.
As she walked her state changed from old lady to warrior.
Breisa felt her eyes sting the longer she looked at the woman but she couldn’t look away.
The woman carried a boy. He had short blond hair and a purple shirt. With a thin windbreaker draped over him. He was knocked out cold.
She sat him down behind her. Breisa peaked over the side. She placed him laying down next to Piper.
The woman frowned at the kid. “I’m sorry but this is the only way. I hope you can forgive me, hero.”
She tapped his forehead with a finger. Smoke evaporated from his head, it was a faded yellow. She swished the smoke into her palm. Like she captured it.
Next she tapped Piper’s head and pulled out the same smoke. But she twisted it around and half of the smoke turned pink. It pushed back into Piper’s mind.
The lady leaned over and was starting the process with Leo.
When she noticed Breisa’s wide and frightened eyes.
“Can you see me?” The lady demanded questioned.
Breisa nodded dumbly as fog flew out of Leo’s head.
“γαμώ” She hissed, Breisa didn’t know why she understood that as ‘fuck’. The lady was still messing with Leo, changing the fog’s smoke? color. “My energy is running out. I have no time to change your memory. You must have true sight. A gift from your mother. ηλίθια μάγισσα!”.
“True sight?” She barely realizing she spoke.
“No time to explain, Demigod.” The lady spit. Then placing it back into Leo’s mind. “I’m just setting things in motion. You saw nothing!”
“Like hell I didn’t!” Breisa scoffed, staring in disbelief as she stood up and began to walk towards the front of the bus. “What's a Demigod? Is this what the dream was talking about? Is that guy who went missing?”
“No time to explain!” Her form shifted rapidly as her voice cut in and out. “Running out. I need to salvage some power. Hope and pray that your disruption will not interfere with my freedom.”
Without thinking Breisa asked, “Who are you?”
The lady-goddess halted.
She wanted to ask again but the lady speared glanced at her.
Her lip curled up and she bleated “I am the queen of Olympus, Demigod! You’ll know soon enough!”
The bright light appeared again.
Then everything went black.
Translations
Cariño - Sweetheart
Vieja - Old lady/old bitch
Hijo de puta - Son of a bitch
princessa - princess
machista - toxic man
ηλίθια μάγισσα- Stupid witch
{A/N: Hope you all enjoy this one - :) Soically awkward nerd }
#pjo#pjo tumblr#pjoverse#heroes of olympus#hoo#lost hero#leo valdez#piper mclean#jason grace#leo valdez x oc#leo valdez x reader#poc oc#spanish speaking oc#pjo series#rick riordan#riordan universe#camp half blood#coach hedge#latino oc#Breisa Alessandro
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Okay I had the craziest idea ever that had me rolling on the floor for a good minute. And then cringing really badly for another 🤣
What if...MC was a power ranger? God, I'm laughing so hard while typing this 🤣
If you've seen the abundance of shows out there, let's say fem MC is the staple pink/yellow ranger. She lost her morpher when they fell into Devildom, so no one would believe her. She's used to fighting evil, but the demons in hell make the ones she's been fighting look comical. MC trains harder to become stronger without her transformation, and she is going on an entire character development arc. Becomes a fighter that's definitely not family friendly in terms of violence or ehem...dress code.
Meanwhile, the bros can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with the human. She keeps talking about weird monsters who shoot rubber tentacles and slimy spit out of their mouth, she keeps posing weird every time she kicks someone's ass or says something heroic (yk that pose all the rangers make 🤣), and there's sparks flying out of her body instead of blood every time she gets hit Satan is SHOOK. Also, she keeps begging them to let her go back otherwise the entire planet will be in grave danger.
So when her human world friends (a.k.a other rangers) finally visit her, she's ecstatic because she has her morpher and powers back. And furthermore, the demons still have a reason to get jealous because the Red Ranger (who, by generic formula is always Mr. Perfect Body with A Perfect Smile) obviously likes MC and she's absolutely oblivious. 🤣
Oh God, I could have a field day with this. Please write some funny scripts about this, because I need to discuss this more 🤣
Damn, I wish I watched Power Rangers as a kid-
(I have watched a grand total of 0.05% of a single Power Rangers episode and skimmed the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers Wikipedia page, please go easy on me)
Diavolo: Welcome to the Devildo-
MC: Wat.
Diavolo: Oh, it’s natural to be confused, just let me-
MC: Send me back home right now! The earth’s in danger without me!
Lucifer: …sure it is.
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MC: I’m telling you, I’m a part of a team of heroes tasked with wearing primary colours and protecting the world! I just don’t have my morpher with me!
Mammon: Suuuuuuuurrrrre. Man, you humans and your excuses.
Levi: Wait, tasked with protecting the world and wearing primary colours? Are you a Voltron fan?
MC: NO!
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*training montage music*
Beel: Uh… MC? What are you doing?
MC: Training! I need to get stronger, the demons I’ve had to deal with down here make the battles I’ve been fighting on earth look like schoolyard tussles…
Beel: Oh. Okay. What’s with the music?
MC: Gotta fit my training into a twenty minute runtime.
Beel: …okay.
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Asmo: So~ MC dear, what’s the colour of you “superhero costume”?
MC: Your use of air quotes is wrong because I do have a super suit! And it’s pink by the way…
Asmo: Suuuuuuuure you do. At least you have good taste in cosplay colours~ ❤️
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Lucifer (looking at a hallway filled with beaten up Demons and the only one still standing is MC): …what is this?
MC (posing): I guess you could say I “beat some manners into them”
Lucifer: …
MC: Take me to the nurse’s office, the training montage wasn’t good enough to avoid all attacks…
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Diavolo: Oh! MC! I’m glad I caught you! Your friend is visiting.
MC: My… friend?
Red Ranger: MC! There you are!
MC: :0 YOU! What’s been going on?! Is the planet safe?!
Red Ranger: Heh, yeah. We’ve been holding down the Fort. But we uh��� we miss you. We really do. Ah! That’s right, here’s your morpher back.
MC: …finally…
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MC (in their suit): See! I told you I wasn’t lying!
Satan: So you really are a super hero?
MC: YES!
Satan: And you really fight an evil alien sorceress?
MC: YES.
Satan: And your powers were given to you by someone named Zordon who was tasked with capturing the alien sorceress, but when she gets released he says, and I quote “find five teenagers with attitude”.
MC: YES.
Satan: …WELL PARDON US FOR NOT BELIEVING THIS!
#Power Ranger MC kicks the crap out of Belphie send tweet#obey me#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#obey me mammon#obey me asmodeus#obey me Lucifer#Obey me Beelzebub#Obey me Diavolo#obey me Leviathan#Obey me Satan#obey me headcanon#obey me Headcanons#obey me! headcanon#obey me! headcanons#asks#ask
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Hard Pill to Swallow
Pairing: Dark!Curtis x F!Reader
Summary: When you misbehave, Curtis finds an appropriate punishment for you.
Word Count: 1262
Warning: explicit language, violence, mentions of kidnapping, fear, binding with zip ties, non-con, blowjob, dark!Curtis, forced feeding, punishment, 18+, mental torment, threats, choking, serial!killer!Curtis, mentions of murder/death, prison cell
A/N: This story is part of my serial killer quartet, all the men will have two parts to their stories, a how they met and a flash into the later on. There might end up being more parts but initially just gonna be two parts each. This is Curtis' part one. I wanted to have these posted last month but I didn't have time sadly. A huge thank you to my lovely friend @wakingbeauty ❤️ You're the absolute best babe! All mistakes are still my own. Hope you enjoy!
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Curtis walked down the stairs, still seething from the fact that Bucky had killed the blonde that he had wanted to keep. He probably would have killed her anyways but he at least wanted to break her in first.
He came to the first door and kicked it open being greeted by a shrill scream of the cowering girl in the corner. You were the only one who had a room to yourself. Well, you and the girl whose roommate Bucky killed. You curled into yourself, the chain on your leg clanging with the movement.
Curtis could tell you were trying to curl into yourself, trying to appear smaller. He takes in the windowless room, barely lit by the single bulb swinging from the ceiling. The light made you look washed out but Curtis still saw the appeal of you, the remnants of glistening hope lingered in your teary eyes. Curtis came further into the room, smirking as you shrank away. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go, you were already in the furthest corner.
He noticed the tray of food untouched by the door and bent over to grab the bowl. Curtis kneeled down in front of you; he gathered some of the now cold stew on the spoon and held it up to your lips.
“Open up, sweetheart. We can’t have you wasting away,” he said, stroking your cheek with his free hand, ignoring how you flinched away. “If you don’t, I’ll have to force you and you won’t like that. I can promise that.”
His hand moved to grip your chin and you winced when he tightened his hold. Curtis felt a stirring in his pants at your pain and he loosened his grip, just to repeat the action, to hurt you.
“I’m not hungry,” your voice came out in a croak, probably from the dry climate of the room and thirst but the stubbornness was fully present. A low growl came from Curtis and you tried fruitlessly to pull away from him.
“Did I ask if you were hungry? No. I fucking told you to eat. Now open up or I’ll go get a tube to shove down your throat.”
Your mouth dropped open, and Curtis pushed the spoon in, not withdrawing it until he was sure you had taken the food off it. He watched as you chewed, the glare you gave him was murderous. Shock racked through him as you spat the food at his face.
He swore he saw red as he wiped the slimy goop from his face and his hand wrapped around your throat, lifting you effortlessly and slamming you into the concrete wall.
"What the fuck!" He roared, face close to yours.
"I told you I wasn't fucking hungry," you snarled, clawing at his wrist. Finding no use in that, you attempted to claw at his face getting one good swipe in before Curtis intercepted your hands. He twisted you around so that he could bind your hands with a zip tie before he pushed you down on your knees.
"If you don’t like what I feed you, I have a different kind of protein for you."
Curtis unbuckled his pants with one hand while keeping a tight hold on your throat. You looked so pretty on your knees and Curtis was eager to fuck your throat raw. Maybe then you'd realize that talking back got you nowhere.
He freed his cock and let it flop out to slap your face. Guiding it he hit your face again before tracing your lips. You tried to pull back but his hold on you was firm. He could crush your throat with little effort and to prove his point, he squeezed tighter. Your eyes bulged a bit as you struggled to breathe.
Watching you falter to near unconsciousness, Curtis felt himself getting harder.
"Please," you mouthed, trying to get air to form the word vocally. Curtis took the opportunity to shove his dick down your throat, releasing his hand. He didn't care about your inability to breathe, your mouth felt too heavenly for that to matter.
He held your head in place, watching tears fill your eyes, before releasing you. You coughed, gasping for air.
"Remember sweetheart, breathe through your nose," was the only warning he gave before pushing himself back in. You gagged around him, struggling to get air into your system. Curtis's hand cupped the back of your head, holding you in place as his hips snapped forward.
He began to fuck your throat faster, showing little mercy for anything but his pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks and excess spit dribbled down your chin onto your shirt. He pushed as far in as he could go, relishing in the way he could see his cock in the column of your throat.
The gagging sounds you were making were like music to his ears. Curtis enjoyed the way you were struggling against your restraints. As if getting free was going to get you away from him. He squeezed your nostrils together, completely cutting off your air supply and your eyes bugged out. Fear began to overtake you and you were making noises, or trying to, around his cock. The vibrations of it felt amazing and he had himself there for a moment longer before releasing his fingers.
He wasn't gonna let you pass out but you didn't need to know that. He wanted you scared, to know he's in control, but he wanted you to keep your fight. He liked a woman who fought back. Curtis kept his tempo going, feeling tightness on his abdomen, and knew he was close.
He knew you could tell too, and you gave another fight to tug your head away. But Curtis wasn't having it, he held you firm, nose buried in the coarse hairs of his base, and shot his load down your throat. He did promise to feed you after all.
Once he was satisfied that you had swallowed all of him, he drew out slowly. Your chin was covered in drool and cum, tears stains on your cheeks, and fuck if he didn't want you on your knees like this any chance he got. You keeled over, choking and spitting on the ground, trying to expel his taste from your mouth.
Your throat hurt and you didn't know if you could talk for the moment so instead, you glared up at him. He took a hold of your chin, keeping your gaze locked on him, "You look good like this, sweetheart. Maybe we should add this regime to your regular meals. As a supplement. Rotate between this and facial. Make it good for your skin too."
He used his thumb to rub some cum on the corner of your mouth into your cheek. You turned away from him, not wanting to look at him anymore. It wouldn’t be long before you realized there was no escaping him. Curtis had laid his claim on you, marked you and you weren’t ever getting away from him.
Pulling out a knife, he snapped it open and you did your best to crawl away from him. Curtis stopped you, holding your upper arm and getting you on your feet. He turned you to the wall, holding the back of your neck tight as he cut through your ties.
“Better eat up, sweetheart. Next time your mouth won’t be the only thing I stuff,” Curtis leaned in to whisper. Leaving you shaking against the concrete wall, he smirked and exited the room, locking it tightly before him.
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make this chaos count by devotedbones
Aww what a sweet story. Well written! ❤️
Quotes:
He’s not a complete fool. He knows that Lan Wangji doesn’t pour liquor for just anyone, nor does he smuggle it into the Cloud Recesses for anyone else’s benefit. He knows, logically, that he must like him at least a little bit. More than a little bit, he admits. There were times he almost thought, maybe--
He didn’t ask you to stay , a voice that lingers in his head reminds him as it often likes to. Humble yourself, Wei Wuxian.
It’s his own voice he hears, but he recognizes the layers, the tone, the inflection from places outside of himself. Hateful boy, son of a servant, traitor, Yiling Laozu.
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Lan Wangji is quite obviously waiting for him to continue, the quiet patience of him is more than he can bear to look at. He thinks about what it would have been like if he asked him to stay. Worse, he thinks. If their friendship, his standing by him, was enough to drip dark water and stale blood all over his reputation, what would they say of him if he’d allowed Wei Wuxian to stay?
A fiend who claimed righteousness, yet kept the Yiling Laozu as his bedwarmer. A lecherous fool, easily deceived. A reflection of Qingheng-jun, who caged a murderer to be his wife and shunned his own sect in penance until he burned along with it.
E, 15400
Summary:
“Have you ever met him?” The young man that Wei Wuxian has decided to internally refer to as The Worst of them, asks. There’s an arch to his brow and a slimy quality to his words that he definitely doesn’t like.
“This humble one can’t claim to have spent much time in the company of Hanguang-jun,” he lies straight through his teeth, like it’s breathing. They already seem to have a poor opinion of Lan Wangji, and he will not make it worse by claiming to be associated with him. “But, I have met him in passing.”
“In passing,” the man echoes him. “So you haven’t had the misfortune.”
(OR: Wei Wuxian defends the honor of his not-boyfriend, shortly before meeting him again for the first time in over a year.)
#lan wangji#lan zhan#wangxian#wei wuxian#wei ying#wangxian fic rec#the untamed fanfiction#the untamed fic#untamed fic#mdzs fic#post untamed
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Hannibal Rewatch musings / 1x02 Amuse-Bouche
Mussshrooooommmm
♦ ALANA LEAVE ALL THESE MEN TO THEIR BULLSHIT AND GO FIND YOUR W I F E
♦ he he he I love rewatches. Stammets is a ‘farmer’ who’s ‘cultivating’ people to look for ‘connection’. Such subtle parallels.
♦ STAG. ❤️❤️❤️
♦ STAG. ❤️❤️❤️
♦ STAG. ❤️❤️❤️
♦ S T A G. ❤️❤️❤️
♦ I ADORE FREDDIE LOUNDS. She's slimy, she's clever, she's brash, she's obnoxious and she's compltely unlikeable. And I love her. I love the way Lara Jean plays her, and I love to hate-slash-love her. Moreover, I like the kind of role she plays in the narrative. How characters network and are positioned at any time in Hannibal is a complex matter, but for the sake of simplification you have the Jack-Alana axis who tend to always give Will the benefit of the doubt and assume he's an innocent victim and trying at all times. And on the other side you have Freddie who depicts Will as extremely dangerous and not any different than the serial killers he helps catch. So she balances the scale, and with this sort of radical counter-take on Will she encourages the audience to notice relevant details, plants seeds of doubt in our brains about how we should interpret what's going on. And paradoxically, even though she tells her stories through omissions and flat-out lies, her conclusions often tell key pieces of truth that everyone else is missing or refusing to aknowledge. Her scoops are fantasy but she frequently ends up being more right than not. She’s often the only one saying what everyone is either thinking or fearing.
p.s.: it fills my heart with joy and pride that this fandom at large doesn't hate her. In my experience most of us love to like-dislike her (or at least the ones who just dislike her do so peacefully). I love that fandom has adopted her as a folkloristic staple, insufferable estimated member of the character ensamble, and to an extent comically-terrible avatar. It's so easy for this kind of female characters to be ferociously hated, no matter that they might be accompanied by actual male serial killers. Actually, y'all respect and cherish (and for the most part, love) all our great female characters, AND I LOVE YOU.
♦ God I forgot how packed with plot this show is, like, it never wastes a minute. Also every single line of dialogue and moment of characterization is beautiful?
♦ WHERE... IS THE MOST INTELLIGENT PERSON IN THERE... MY GODDESS?? SHOW YOURSELF DEVIOUS WINE MOM
#hannibal meta#beddy pls... show urself#nothing to do with the episode but i just remembered y'all (and me) cheering when alana and margot kissed#during the hannibal musical at rdc3#i love you guys i love you#nbc hannibal
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