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gremlingottoosilly · 4 months

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Nature vs Nurture (monster!Konig x fem!Reader)

The new world order - monsters on top, creating the perfect dystopia for humans. You are nothing but a pet to them, a breeding mare for their perverse desires…and now you've finally been claimed by their colonel. Good luck.

Tags and TW: Dub-con, monster fucking, size kink, power imbalance, dumbification, pet play, dystopia, obsessive Konig, tentacle monster Konig, oviposition, breeding. AO3

It was supposed to be a supply run. Fast, quick, stealthy. In and out, the ruins of the abandoned store not so far from your hiding spot. Whatever you could find, some canned food – maybe, but not realistically. Some rubble and garbage that could be exchanged for food for triple the price it was – possible. Realistic.

It was supposed to be a quick supply run. Like a rabbit out of her hole – but not really a rabbit, not even having the courtesy of strong legs and long ears that could spot anyone from a mile away. No, of course not – the universe wasn’t feeling particularly merciful when you were born a human in the age before monsters decided they didn’t want to be servants anymore. You think you remember going to the store like a normal person. Picking up a cart, hauling anything you could afford – not bothering about a lot of things.

There are still stores, you think. Remesances of capitalism, working only for monsters – whatever crude economy they were building, it stayed in the cities. In the military bases, were filled with monsters even before the uprising. Not here, in the wasteland – it belongs to humans, as little as there were left.

It was supposed to be a quick supply run for you and your friends – but you were dumb, but you were careless, but you grew accustomed to being the only one here, you didn’t even spot a patrol. Nasty fuckers, getting humans off the abandoned streets – you tried to fight and it didn’t work. Tried to run, and they were faster. Always faster. You should have been quicker, you shouldn’t have been a human – but you are, your soft self still not hardened by the life on the run, so you weren’t put out of your misery as you saw some other humans who got caught. Monsters took pity on you – or, perhaps, your submissiveness finally paid off. You were shown off the corner of a store – a human store, as you read, the words burning in your mind. You heard the stories about humans – attractive, soft people, mostly weak and obedient – who were snatched off the streets to do god knows what. Monsters can’t breed on their own, you remembered.

You can hear the voices coming somewhere in the hallway, a good few meters away from your cage. You force yourself to stay as far from the bars as possible, not wanting to attract attention. Not even want to bother yourself with trying to see what your captors look like – monsters can take on human appearance and you’d rather live without seeing a human pet trader looking like someone who could have been your neighbor before the uprising. You curl in a ball, hugging your knees. Sobbing softly, quietly – knowing that there is no way out of here now. Not even other humans would help you now. “Just got new batch, colonel. Doesn’t look like a resistance member” “Ja, I heard that the last time. Schlampe killed all the hatchlings the second they were born.” “W…we didn’t know, sir! I promise, it was a…” “You can’t even breed them properly. There wasn’t any new humans in months, wolf” “Humans are…delicate, sir. They don’t want to breed in captivity.” “Make them then.” You hear something heavy shuffling around. You hear heavy footsteps that are making the flimsy flor of your cage shake. Even monsters have their disputes – but you can’t bother with caring when you hear footsteps approaching. Large shadow casting down on you. Making you feel even more small and miserable than you did before. Your head hurts. Your stomach hurts. Your everything hurts.

Someone is staring at you. You see…someone. Humanoid silhouette – too big to belong to a human, at least 7 feet tall and broader than the entirety of your cage. You whimper when the creature tilts its head to the side, a surprisingly boyish tone of his voice grasping on your panicking mind. It isn’t the one that captured you but, for some reason, you can sense that he is even more dangerous. There is something on his uniform – some decorations, you think. Soldiers from the age before the uprising are all have quite high ranks in the new society – if they are monsters, that is. Large, droopy red tentacle falls from the guy’s hood. Definitely a monster.

— Come closer, human. You whimper, trying to get up – only to get as far away from him as possible. You’re terrified, but he only hums in acknowledgment. A group of tentacles rising from under his hood, pushing you towards him through the bars. You were never more thankful for being locked away.

— Disobedient. Or just dumb?

— I d…don’t…

You cry, not wanting to give an answer – too disoriented, your nostrils are filled with the smell of sea and blood. You feel light-headed, dizzy, you’re hungry and dehydrated and you don’t know how could you even proceed to resist when one of his tentacles goes through the bars of your cage. Caresses your face, surprisingly gentle. Smearing cold slime around your skin, but even this is a welcoming feeling – you’d take everything that isn’t damp air of the human compound and the old sweat tattering your skin. You’d give anything for a bath right now. At least a few wet wipes, to wash the grime off your face – to stop feeling like an animal even though you know you’re already been reduced to one. — Just dumb, then. Gut. Monster caresses your face for a while, admiring your features. Salty tears feel like heaven on his tentacles – you can’t possibly see him, but he is grinning under that weird hood of his, adoring how obedient you are. It might be just exhaustion, but he missed humans like this – broken and abandoned. Soft and adorable, crying at the brim of a hat. König is going to have a lot of fun breaking you in – you couldn’t possibly be worse than the last wife he took. He wants to see you round and filled with his eggs. He wants you to see you cry for his cock, begging him to fill you up like the dumb, pathetic human you are. He wants to lay in the nest with you, pressing his body against yours – stealing the coolness of your body, covering you with his tentacles like a perfect chewing toy. He wants to… — Ah, sir. This is the new one. Just took her yesterday.

A merchant smiles, slimy face spreading in a wide grin. Tentacles retreat from your face and shoulders immediately, only leaving a small trace of liquid over your features. If you were dumb enough, you could have sworn the monster was affectionate – but you don’t want to be dumb. Can’t survive in this world only on silliness, unfortunately. — I will take this one. — B…but it isn’t properly domesticated yet! You know how wild strays can be, colonel… — I thought you said all pets were properly obedient?

— W…well, of course, sir, but… — I don’t need a trained slut to carry my eggs. This one would do nicely. Consider this your sacrifice to the order, ja? Before you know it, the merchant showed you in the hands of a giant man. Colonel, as you heard – not knowing proper military ranks, you wonder how high it can be. Or low. Monsters only value power and personal strength – and the merchant was fucking terrified of the tentacle creature who was holding you right now. Perhaps, you should have tried your chances of running away and being killed. Perhaps, you should have slowly died of hunger instead of coming out for supplies. `You’re held high in the air – too high for your liking. The monster presses you against his chest like he expects you to run away any second now – and you want to, really, nothing you’d love more but to simply jump off and run for the hills. But you’re too exhausted, the hunger sitting deep in your empty stomach makes you think that, maybe, for whatever reason this monster bought you for, he’d at least feed you. Maybe turn you into a pet – this is why there are stores for captured humans, right? Humans were treating their pets nicely, maybe the monster wouldn’t be too far off. Tentacles are swirling around your legs, around your hands – now you can’t even move your neck properly, cheek squished against a warm chest. This monster is a weird one – it’s like he can’t stop his tentacles from touching you, the cold tips of his tendrils spreading slime on the dryness of your skin. His body is warmer than any human would be, and his tentacles are cold – the contrast against your naked skin, barely covered by your torn clothes, is making you crazy. Making you think about weird things – like the monster reproduction again. Like your empty tummy, like the friends you left at the compound when you were supposed to go for supplies. Not getting captured by one of the monster higher-ups.

— You’re soft for a human. You weren’t even sure he was talking to you at first. You’ve been walking for a couple of minutes before you could finally hear some traces of civilization. Roaring vehicles. Gunfire. Laugh and groans – moans, too, to your surprise, not all of them very pain-induced. Your face is still pressed in his chest, you can’t see anything meaningful – but he stops in some corner, you think, covering you in his arms like a package he needed to deliver. You aren’t sure if you remember what the word “package” means. Something naughty, you think. — Quiet, too.

You still don’t answer, and he hums. Pushes you on the ground, suddenly – you fall on your ass, yelping in pain and surprise as you lay on something softer than a concrete floor. It’s a pile of mattresses, you realize. You’re in a room, you realize – still too dizzy after everything that’s happened, you didn’t even notice when he entered the building and pushed you away from the sounds of life you wanted to hear so much of. You’re sitting on your ass on the pile of soft, rotten mattresses – a faint smell of decay builds up in your nose, but you can’t even concentrate. The tentacles are spreading your legs suddenly – you cry and whimper, your walls breaking down to reveal a soft center because the monster tears away your pants with ease. Your clothes weren’t much, to begin with, dirty and torn after the capture – still, you don’t want to be naked in front of him. You don’t want to be naked in front of anyone.

— Spread your legs, human. You don’t want to, but you obey – you don’t wish to give him an opportunity to pry your legs open, to use force and make your life even more miserable. You know that being so obedient is kind of pathetic but, honestly, you couldn’t care less at this point. If being pathetic would save you from a broken leg, you will spread yourself open. Place each ankle on the side of the rotten mattress, not even caring that the thing fabric of your clothes – whatever little is left there – is slowly whiskered away by the tentacles. His hands are worse, somehow. He pushes your legs a bit wider, making you hiss from the stretch – and then he tears off your underwear. Not even letting you a chance to save your dignity – before you could cover yourself with your hands, at least, he is already launched at your cunt, smaller tendrils swirling around your core. You’re dry, obviously – and the monster tilts his head to the side. Acknowledging. Looking. He isn’t soft in his movements and the prying attention makes you embarrassed – if your legs weren’t in hid hold already, you’d try to close them. To save yourself. His motives are obvious, his intentions are clear – still, you sob and whine i his hold when his hand slowly presses on the button of your clit. The colonel – you try to remember this, it’s probably important – is somewhat slow – he pushes your inner lips, spreads your hole as much as you can with a meager amount of fluid from the slime of his tendrils and, somehow, you find yourself getting aroused. Maybe, it’s his attention – he isn’t laying his eyes off you, and it almost makes you blush too much. He is adorable in this way if a monster of his regard can even be called this – and you’re freaking terrified when he goes closer, looks at you even more.

His hand is making squelching sounds as your cunt becomes wetter by the second – it’s the first time in forever you had this kind of attention, and surviving the monster revolution didn’t exactly help with getting the edge off. You’re desperate for anyone to touch you – and the monster has beautiful hands. Big and burly, with tendrils sometimes running around to add even more lube – you know you’d never get anything like this with a normal human. — Need to check you first, Maus. The merchant keeps sending me infertile ones. You don’t know what he is talking about – but his hand lays flat on your tummy, putting you in place, and the larger tentacle – big, slimy one, with uneven structure with little bumps that made you wonder how it’s even going to fit inside – slowly creps to your sloppy, wet opening. It doesn’t hurt, you’re wet and open – something in the lube he extracted made you dizzy, dumb, you don’t even know when you spread your legs a bit more and welcomed the intrusion. It feels right, it feels wrong, it feels like the thing to die for – it feels like something that could kill you. He laughs and it sends slow rumbles right to the tendril penetrating your pussy. The pressure on your clit is too much – and your brain is to foggy to think that it reminds you more of a medical exam than actual sex. The tentacle inside is vibrating, twisting and turning, pressing on your cervix – it should feel painful, it can’t be this good but, somehow, you welcome the feeling of being this fucking full. You don’t buck your hips, but you cry and moan – and it’s enough of an indication of your pleasure. Monster laughs, his other hand goes to lay on your face – a surprisingly gentle gesture. Short-lived, but you could still feel the warmness lingering on your tattered skin. It’s hot and cold with him – you aren’t sure what comes next, but the tendrils are sliding in and out, probing at the entrance of your womb and, despite everything, you feel the knot in your stomach untying. The orgasm is a quiet one – build up is slow and small, and it doesn’t make you black out – but you whimper nonetheless, the tight embrace of his hands on your body feeling more like a cage than a normal hug. He is too powerful, probably not sure about his strength – you feel him squishing you like a fruit. The slime is leaking from your empty pussy, clenching around nothing. — Obedient. You’d be a good vessel for my eggs, human. You whine, turning away from him. He chuckles, pressing you in his arms again. Like a child with his favorite new toy – you feel squeezed and touched in various places, his tentacles having a mind on their own. Not an inch of flesh getting ungroped. — Ar…are you going to kill me? — Ach. You can talk after all. — Are you going to… — No. Have a much better way to use you. He chuckles in your hair, pressing his face in it. Inhales the scent – if he has nose, of course. This stupid hood conceals everything, not letting you know anything besides his rank. Which makes you think about…

— What is your name?

A stupid question, really. You shouldn’t care about the name of a monster who bought you – still, you don’t want to refer to him as just “a monster”. This dumb part of your brain wants closure. — König. Remember it, little human. Oh. So his name is König. Somehow, it doesn’t make you feel any better.

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merakiui · 7 months

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long-distance love.

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, nsfw, phone sex, obsession, power imbalance, kidnapping, implied (cyber)stalking, non-con touching, characters written as 18+ note - sea witch, the magicord mod you've had intimate online relations with, is closer than you thought.

Sea Witch is a busy man.

His weekly schedules are almost always packed to bursting, each event meticulously arranged into open slots as if aiming to form a perfect puzzle. Times never conflict; he’s particular about how he spends his hours, and very rarely does he allow himself a break. It has always been work, work, work. He’s one of the city’s most affluent, eligible bachelors and yet he’s married to his business. Those who lust after him think it’s a wasteful shame. Azul finds it to be a relief far greater than any he’s ever known. He will never compromise the enterprise he’s built from the ground up just because of some flimsy, fickle feelings.

Originally, he had no interest in Magicord, a messaging platform that grants people from all over the world the chance to congregate on specific servers for mutual interests like anime and gaming. He only downloaded it because Idia Shroud, a fellow friend and business partner, lived and breathed the app, his online presence so profound it was almost like a second home. He’d swipe away notifications from his actual messaging app, too busy in a voice call with his group of dungeon raiders to bother answering important calls.

So he resolved to get on Idia’s level in hopes of improving communication. Although Idia’s level, as Azul often noted, was not exactly a place he wanted to be. While Magicord could be used for business purposes, that wasn’t what drew people in. Azul of all people knew very well which target audiences were being reached with apps like Magicord, and he was not one of them.

“To think I’d stoop as low as this,” Azul had once groused over a phone call with Idia, who was giving him quite a lengthy, not-very-needed-but-also-very-much-needed rundown on Magicord’s inner workings. “I hardly have time to play games, let alone socialize on this…app.”

“Aren’t you always going on about how adaptable you are?” Idia sniped back, not in the mood for normie criticism. The sound of clacking keys could be heard on his end. “And you’re the one who asked. Kinda defeats the purpose of learning if you’re just gonna complain.”

Azul rolled his eyes. “I fail to see the logic in downloading another app just to ensure my messages reach you. Honestly, you ought to start checking your email. Or, at the very least, go through your missed call and text logs.”

Alas, Idia had been stubbornly adamant about his preferences and so, much to his displeasure, Azul was forced to undergo something of a Magicord Training Camp until he emerged a pro. And being a pro meant knowing how to navigate his own profile and toggle between that and Idia’s, which was really the only tip he needed because that was all he’d use the app for.

But Azul has always had an innate itch for wanting to know something from top to bottom, inside-out, and the idea of not knowing every little detail about Magicord drove him insane. If there was an opportunity he could capitalize on, why should he risk squandering it with his elementary-level knowledge? So he spent his rare slivers of free time playing around in there, creating a server and wondering who could ever become so attached to an app when the world beyond the screen was filled with just as many, if not more, social encounters.

His introverted side understood the appeal. In fact, he loved the idea of hiding behind a manufactured persona online. He didn’t have to be Azul Ashengrotto on Magicord. Rather, he could rid himself of his dislikable traits and become an entity—an idea or a concept—rather than a flawed man who others might scrutinize ruthlessly.

So he became Sea Witch, and within just a week he’d constructed quite the comfortable server. The invite link was spread throughout the various branches of Mostro. It would provide employees with an online sanctuary, where they could easily connect should doing so in person prove complicated (as had been the case regarding Idia, which was the sole reason he’d even poured so much time into this effort). Most of all, it gave Azul the chance to keep watch from afar, silently sitting in wait and curating a collection of mostly unimportant intel. Mere gossip, if anything.

But gossip is just as good as the next scandal. He likes to be prepared, a razored edge on all sides.

As far as the company was concerned, no one knew who this Sea Witch character was and no one knew who spread the link. And as far as individual employees knew, this was likely just some overworked intern’s labor of love—a well-crafted server intended to function as a digital gathering place for those exhausted after a long day. And that was mostly true, but all of the potential blackmail he could gather, the information he could glean, and even the people he could keep a closer eye on in an online setting—all of that paled in comparison to the real prize he’d attained. This was of great importance. It was something that altered the course of his life, opened his eyes to the brilliant beauty of a first love.

It was there in that undersea-themed haven where he met you, the one who would add flavorful spice to the once bland, boring meal that was his life. And just after a few weeks of simple, cordial conversation, he realized a single taste of your kind companionship wouldn’t be enough to sate him.

Greedy to a fault, Azul wanted you in your entirety.

Which brings him to the present, where he’s currently leaning back into the expensive leather of his driver’s seat. He’s parked on a silent strip of road, in a more residential part of the city. It’s not very busy here, and his windows are tinted to avoid immediate recognition. Rush hour won’t hit until later, and he’s not due for any conferences. He has time. Plenty of it to spare on this little excursion.

“I wanna meet you, Sea Witch,” you admit, nearly whining through the phone. “Where’re you from? Maybe we’re in the same area.”

Azul smiles at your impatience. You just can’t get enough of him, can you?

Every weekend, you hop into a VC with him and chat for hours on end. At first he simply provided a listening ear when you wished to rant through text or call. You’d voice all sorts of complaints. Azul filed them away in the event that they might be useful in the future, initially intending to use such information to ruin you should you prove to be someone worth ruining. But the more he spent listening and scrawling notes on blank paper, the more he realized you were just overworked and struggling financially.

Upon making these connections and learning all sorts of facts from you regarding your life beyond Magicord, he felt compelled to help. Out of the goodness of his heart, of course, ever the benevolent saint. And you weren’t complaining when he offered to pay you for your time. In exchange for two hours of conversation, he’d provide you with the funds you needed to afford your necessities.

Somehow, throughout many months of give and take—with his giving being on the jaw-droppingly exorbitant side, always one to top his own ludicrous generosity—your hours-long conversations would sink beneath the surface of mere companionship. It was one-sided intimacy. Azul was careful with what he shared, building a mostly secretive profile for himself. He didn’t want to risk tarnishing your fondness for Sea Witch by sharing details that felt more like Azul and less like the effortlessly funny, charming, and eloquent Magicord mod you’d originally made contact with.

You didn’t seem to worry about compromising your own privacy, easily divulging a variety of fun tidbits about your life. You’d share the tiniest of details and he’d eat it up every time, hungering for more than just crumbs. That time you sent him a photo of the octopus macarons you’d bought from a local bakery because you were thinking of him? He remembers it well, and he’s constantly reminded of it when you text him about things you did over the weekend or hobbies you basked in. Sending photos of your houseplants, asking him for his opinion on clothes you were hoping to buy (which he was always more than willing to sponsor; all you needed to do was send the link and he’d purchase it), and even trusting him enough to fall asleep in the VC with him (arguably one of his favorite things about your unique relationship).

And he called it unique not because it was a bad sort of strange. Rather, it was unique in the refreshing sense. He’d never had an online friend before, let alone someone who would so willingly and readily indulge him. Granted, this willingness stemmed from the deal he’d cut with you and so you were really only doing these things for your own gain. But then so was he. It was a relationship built upon necessity. You needed money to survive, and he needed you.

So it was okay to fall into sleazy fantasies. It was all an act anyway, and it wasn’t like you judged him or his preferences. At least, not outright. If you did, it was silent. You were considerate and sweet; and you really did consider him a friend. Or so he hoped. If your casual conversations were any proof, it was obvious there was some sort of enjoyment and trust there.

Friendship or something more, he would have you. Whether that meant in the safety of his pocket, enclosed within his mobile phone forever, or in his penthouse, tucked away in his bedroom—he’d have you.

“I’m from a city, yes,” he answers, purposely cryptic.

“Obviously. Come onnn, Witchy. Don’t you wanna meet me, too?”

“I do, and one day we’ll meet. I promise.”

He listens to your irritated groan and his cock twitches in his slacks. Good god, your voice is a blessing—more heavenly than a cherubic choir.

“One day isn’t today, though.”

“Perhaps not.” He speaks to distract you from the rustling fabric of his pressed suit as his hand strays further. He spies his reflection in the rearview mirror, notes the flash in his irises. If only you were here, sitting beside him in the passenger seat. If only he could slide his own seat as far back as it would go, lie still and serene, and let you climb into his lap to spear yourself on his erection. Genuine leather be damned. He wanted your scent, your essence, your everything engraved into the very interior. “Humor me—if we were to meet right now, what would you like to do?”

“Mm, I’d want to get a good look at the man I’ve been talking to for nine months now.”

“Oh, you’ve kept track?”

“You haven’t?” Your laughter is fluffy and light—authentic amusement. “And I’d want to memorize your face so that I’ll never forget it.”

“May I ask why?”

“Because I’m so curious! You know what I look like—”

“Not entirely,” he interjects, sly and silver-tongued. “You’re a portrait half-finished in my mind. Not yet sketched to completion.”

And it’s true. From your shoulders down, you are a faceless beauty. He’s seen you nearly naked and fully clothed, in frills and lace, in latex and ribbons, in satin and chiffon. And yet, for all of the skin you’ve shown, he can’t place a face (or a real name, for that matter) to your body.

“Okay, poet,” you tease, and he’s already palming himself through the fine fabric of his trousers. “But I’ve still never seen an inch of you. You’ve never even sent a dick pic.”

“You’ve never asked.”

“Can I have one now?”

“Nice try.”

“Asshole!” you gripe, clicking your tongue in disappointment. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

“I’m aware,” he hums, squeezing himself, his breath coming out faint and haggard.

Yeah, he’s the worst. But then you’re the best at eliciting these sorts of reactions from him. The effect you have on him is utterly enthralling. Your ability to reduce him to a pliable puddle in just a few words—a mere few lighthearted, hollow insults—is truly impressive. He’d feel ashamed of himself if it wasn’t so good.

“You’re probably not even that big.”

“Would you like an exact measurement?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to measure it in person? See how many inches I could fit inside. I’ve been practicing with that dildo you sent me—the one shaped like a tentacle,” you purr, frustratingly coy. He wants your sinful lips wrapped around his dick right now—wants to fuck your throat sore and raw. Wants nothing more than to spill heavy and hot on your tongue so you’ll taste him for days. “If we met up, we could make that happen. Sooo, where’s my Sea Witch from? What part of the world?”

“Patience, angelfish.”

Even though he says so, he’s practically vibrating with excitement as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. Soon. So soon. Very, very soon.

And then…

He imagines you rolling your eyes with your next words. “Fine, fine. I’ll be patient. But that’s not gonna stop me from fantasizing.”

“Well, what do you think I look like?”

“Now isn’t that a fun question?” You mull it over. He can tell because you mutter a variety of ums and hmms in that soft, sweet voice of yours. “I think you’re tall and you have a handsome face that matches your equally handsome voice.”

“Yeah?” he encourages, undoing the belt, button, and zip on his pants one-handed. “What else?”

Your giggles filter into his ears, seeming closer than they actually are due to the wireless earbuds he’s wearing. “From what I’ve gathered, you seem to have expensive tastes.”

Sitting in his lavish, one-of-a-kind, custom-made sports car, Azul thinks you would be correct.

“I wonder what gave it away…” he drawls, his voice creeping an octave lower.

He places his phone in the cup holder, reaching to open the glove compartment and retrieving a tiny bottle of lube. Squirting a scant amount on his palm, he fishes himself, throbbing and pathetically hard, out of his boxers. His slick hand is a warm, welcome embrace around his silky-smooth shaft. He sucks in a breath through grit teeth, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Mhm, I wonder. It’s not the fact that you told me I should just buy a designer bag for work when I asked for recommendations. And it’s certainly not your ability to get me lots of nice gifts as if it’s nothing. So maybe it’s just your excessive generosity that makes you seem so rich?”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.”

“Speaking of that, what do you do for a living?”

“Guess.”

“Okay, Mr. Mysterious… Um… Hm. I think you’re a pilot.”

The whiplash that assumption brings is so seismically jarring he thinks he might go flaccid. Gripping himself with renewed vigor, he slides his fist along his length, slow and perfunctory, picturing you under his desk, your mouth open wide to receive him…

“A pilot… Mm, no, not quite.”

“Aw. My second guess was gonna be a contract killer. They make lots of money.”

“You have quite the wild imagination, angelfish. Even if I was one, do you think I’d admit that to you?”

“Maybe,” you tease. He pictures your smirk as it twists your perfect, pretty lips into something wicked. “For the right price, yeah?”

“Oh? Do elaborate.”

Please. Please keep going. Don’t stop talking. I need to hear you, closer, louder, clearer… More.

“What sort of price would I have to pay to get Sea Witch to spill his secrets?” you muse, your voice a tantalizing curl of syllables, but he suspects you already know the answer to your hypothetical. “I can’t offer you money, so you’d have to settle for something a little more…physical.”

He shivers, nodding his agreement even though you can’t see it. “Physical’s good,” he mumbles, foregoing eloquence in favor of filth. “Much better than—mm—than money…”

“Yeah? All right. Let’s see… You’re well-off and you might or might not be a contract killer. Do you wear suits?”

“I do.”

“Ooh, so you’re one of those contract killers.”

Azul can’t help it; he laughs, the sound tumbling out in a breathy gasp. “I prefer looking nice at all times.”

Languidly, his hand continues its idle pumping. He cracks his eyes open to peer at the pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Even if you’re just going to get messy?”

“Explicate the situation that’s leading me to soil my clothes. Details, angelfish.”

“Well, if you’re a killer who wears suits, you wouldn’t like even the smallest stain. It ruins your image, but if it was me…” You pause, probably for effect, and it works. His back arches with anticipation, fingers closing tighter. “You’d make an exception.”

“I would,” he admits far too quickly. “Always.”

“So you really would out yourself as a killer if I spread my legs for you?”

“No, but I’d let you dirty my suits.”

“Good. They’ll look better on the floor anyway.”

His breath hitches. Fuck, your every word is a siren’s song, leading him deeper into mist-clouded waters. He’d keep you pinned on his cock all day if he could. Why should you continue to work your mundane job when you could spend your precious hours with him instead? He’ll be your job. Seven days a week, during each of the breaks he’ll pencil into his schedules, you can visit him and he can empty all of his stress into you. And you’ll take it because you’re such an obedient sweetheart for him, always so ready to please your master.

He prays you can’t hear the salacious squelch of skin on skin as he works himself towards the edge, but a nastier part of him wants you to listen in so you’ll be reminded that this is your fault. No one else can possibly make him this messy. No one else is capable of rendering him a clumsy, lovestruck fool. You’re probably well aware of these facts, having brought him to this same edge numerous times in the past. Sometimes you would reach that tipping point alongside him, your gasps and groans joining his in an obscene duet.

Neither of you decided upon today’s development, but he thinks—knows—you’re intentionally stringing him along. You want this as much as he does.

“So was I right? You’re totally a contract killer?”

“I’m a businessman, angelfish,” he corrects, a silly, drunken smile softening his jaw. You make him feel so stupid, so warm and fond.

“So basically the same thing. Just as ruthless, no?”

“Please, you wound me. I’m always kind.”

“Ah, so there are others who get this treatment? And I thought I was the only one…”

“You are. No one could ever compare to you.”

He intends to tack my love onto the sentence’s end, but he stops himself. You’re not his love. Not really. You’re his angelfish, sure, but that’s different. That’s just a pet name befitting the aquatic theme he masquerades behind. And you’re not really Azul’s. You’re Sea Witch’s.

It’s Sea Witch you know and love. Beyond that, Azul is just Azul. And he’s nothing like the ideal he’s cultivated on Magicord.

He sighs and forces himself out of the turbulent trenches of his withering self-esteem. Now is not the time to contemplate which version of himself you’d be more preferential to.

You’ll have no choice but to love the real him. Soon.

“Really? I feel so special.” Impressed, you whistle and add, “I’ve gotta make you feel special, too.”

“You already have—”

“Not inside the VC. Come on, Sea Witch, don’t you wanna meet me?”

“I do. I really do,” he babbles dumbly, grinding his thumb into his slit and smearing pre-cum. He grits his teeth and tamps down a colorful word. How he yearns for this to be your hand wrapped around his length, tugging him to that far-off finish line. “I want nothing more than to—t-than to see you, all of you, in person…”

“So what’s stopping you? I could do a lot more in person than I can over the phone.” He has a smart reply for that, but it sticks in his throat. Pitifully, like the rightful debauched mess he is, he groans, low and guttural. “Let me turn the question on you, Sea Witch. If we were to meet today, what would you like to do to me?”

So many things, he thinks, a litany of smutty imagery flickering through his head.

But Sea Witch is classy (most days) and today is one of those instances. Or at least he’s going to make an attempt, however weak it may be.

“Take you to dinner,” he mumbles, executing jerky, quick motions in a daze, his cock weeping for release. He throws his head back, peers up at the interior roof of his car, and inhales sharply. “Take you all over the city if it pleases… I’d spoil you with so much finery—dress you up and then tear every article off…”

“And then?”

“And—god, fuck—wanna be inside you, angelfish… So badly—need you so badly. I wanna feel you and kiss you and hold you.”

He’s unraveling, strings pulled taut and fraying to extremity. Azul bucks into his hand and imagines it’s you, tight and warm, a sweet, snug embrace. He opens and closes his mouth, intending to beg you for more, but all that slips out are the tiniest huffs and grunts. He’s so wrapped up in his own ardor that he almost misses your quiet pants, every breath squeezed out of you as if you’re struggling to withhold your gratuitous moans. And it’s deplorable, really, the way his ears prick at these muffled sounds, the way his cock stands rigidly at attention, the way he’s falling through fragments of filthy fantasies, each one so close and yet impossibly far.

“I want you, too,” you mewl, tone wavering between shameless thrill and some sort of seventh heaven.

He wonders what you’re using to pleasure yourself. Are your fingers, slick and curled, rubbing up against those perfect, pretty spots that have you seeing stars? Or are you using the toys he purchased for your enjoyment? Maybe you’re lowering yourself onto the dildo right now, gummy walls clenching around girthy silicone. And maybe you’re tugging at your nipples, massaging them between the pads of your fingers, or maybe you’ve swapped skin-to-skin for a bullet vibrator instead.

Maybe—just maybe—it’s the mere thought of him that sets your flesh aflame with an intoxicating desire.

“And I want you—” you gasp, and his mind travels to all of the risqué photos you’ve sent, each one saved in a password-protected album on his phone— “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I want you to show me that no one else can compare to you. I want you to—mmh, hah—to hold me down in bed and fuck me until my legs are sore and I can’t walk.”

I will, he thinks, lashes fluttering on his cheekbones. He strokes himself quickly, chest heaving, tongue near-lolling out of his mouth as he pants like a hound in heat. I’ll do all of that and so much more. I’ll fuck every coherent thought out of your pretty head, keep you just smart enough to rely on me, turn you into the prettiest sea flower who’ll only blossom for me.

“I promise, angelfish. I promise I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” he vows, his nerves alight with lustful delight, “and you’ll never know misfortune again.”

“I—oh! I’m close, so close! Please, Sea Witch! Please don’t stop. Please fill me up and make me yours!”

The sheer vulgarity twined through amatory vehemence, coupled with his own hurried pace, has him tumbling down the slope, arousal peaking and spilling over in thick, creamy spurts. He has half a mind to catch his spend before it can ruin the pristine interior of his car, and he blinks down at the semen sullying his palm. Idly, he rubs his fingers together to test the viscosity, wondering how his fluids would look on your face, your stomach, your ass—or even pooling out of your hole in plentiful amounts.

That fantasy is enough to send blood rushing right back to his softening cock, and he wills those thoughts away with logic—complex calculations and the financial forecast for Mostro. There will be plenty of time to indulge in sexual cravings later. He reminds himself of this while he tamps down his zeal, his heart relaxing in his ribs as he sits with the slowly ebbing aftershocks of orgasm.

You seem to be doing much the same, for you’ve gone perfectly quiet.

“Everything all right, angelfish?” he whispers after a few minutes, his breath now evened out.

“Mm, yeah. All good over here. Messy, but good.”

“I’m comforted knowing we’re in the same boat.” He chuckles while fumbling to dig a cotton handkerchief from the depths of his suit jacket. He cleans the cum and residual lube from off his hands and dick before neatly tucking himself away. Soon, there will be no need for this charade. Soon, he can adore all of you from beyond the screen. “Angelfish, there’s something I’d like to tell you.”

“What’s up?” you murmur, your own voice settling into its usual cheery cadence. He suspects you’re just putting on an act to sound happier. That will change when you’re reunited in person because it will be real. Because there will be no point in pretending through the phone.

“Well…” Azul smiles, folds and unfolds the sodden handkerchief, and then straightens his posture. He should be on his way now. “Ah, it’s nothing. Never mind it. I’ll tell you later.”

“Whaaat? But you’ve made me so curious now. Don’t just leave me in suspense!”

“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to remain in that suspense indefinitely.”

“Ugh. You’re so annoying sometimes.”

He knows you don’t mean that.

“I’ll tell you soon, angelfish. Exercise a little patience. There’s no rush.”

“Easy for you to say. You know what it is.”

“That I do, yes.” He hums, considering his next words. “Would it help if I left you with a word of advice?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything.”

“Um. Okay, sure. Hit me. What’s your advice?”

Azul buckles himself in, starting his car via push button. It rumbles to life, smooth and steady. “Don’t fight so much, my dear.”

“Don’t what? Sea Witch, what are you talking—”

Your words are interrupted with a startled yelp. Azul listens to the struggle as if it’s a podcast enjoyed at sunrise. Things are toppled in the chaos; something shatters. He catches the beginnings of a blood-curdling shriek before it’s swiftly silenced. There’s more muffled scuffling before, eventually, absolute peace.

It’s broken by Floyd’s petulant whine. “Maaan, Shrimpy was so difficult. Thought you said they were easy, Azul.”

“Understandably so,” comes Jade’s astute reply. “We did catch them when they were most vulnerable.”

Floyd hums his agreement. “Y’know, Jade, Shrimpy’s kinda cute…”

“They are, aren’t they, Floyd?”

“Whatever you’re thinking, perish it right now,” Azul hisses, features twisting into something dark. “Keep your slimy mitts off of my angelfish.”

There’s an unsettling silence. Azul rolls his eyes. They’re fishing for a reaction he refuses to give.

“Clean up whatever mess you’ve made.” He takes his car out of park and eases into drive. “And don’t let anyone see you. It’ll be a hell of a pain if neighbors make unnecessary reports.”

“Yeah, yeah. Heard ya loud and clear.”

“Very well. Farewell for now.”

The call is cut. Azul grips the steering wheel, smug.

Soon waits for him on the horizon. He will not be a minute late.

You wake on a bed, in a spacious bedroom with exquisite floor-to-ceiling windows, many stories up in the clouds. A brightly lit cityscape sprawls beyond the confines of this room, illuminated with the deceptive shine of promise and success. At first it looks foreign. But then you recognize notable buildings, each standing tall and proud amidst the rest, and it occurs to you that you’re in a stranger’s home, in the heart of the big city.

The room itself is plainly colored; it reminds you of a hotel or a room you might find in a real estate catalogue. Perplexed, you sit up and take pause as your unfamiliar surroundings prove to be more frightful than your own confusion.

Pasted to the walls are various printed screenshots from Magicord, each one detailing a conversation of sorts. You stare at the wall behind you, the one in which the bed is currently pushed against, and peer closer at the contents of these messages.

They’re all from you.

Endearing terms you’ve called him in passing. Gentle insults. Lewd flirts. Vents and rants. Photos you’ve sent of very insignificant things—houseplants, meals, clothes. And then there are the photos of your body in skimpy lingerie and cosplay, all taped to the wall like this is some abstract museum of the digital you. The you who, despite being honest most of the time, took solace in the world of Magicord. The you who’d grown close with the mod from that whimsical ocean-themed server. The you who is now trapped, your ankle enclosed in a cuff. There’s a lead that only allows you to meander into the attached bathroom if you so please, and you suspect it’ll pull taut if you try to leave the room.

“What the fuck?” you mutter, your stomach twisting with disgust.

You look down at your clothes—you’re in someone’s collared shirt, intentionally designed to be oversized so that it drapes like a nightgown—and horror prickles your skin.

And then he arrives.

He’s dressed casually in black slacks and a simple white dress shirt, primly tucked in with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. You stare for a long moment, studying his features as his familiarity dawns. Your mouth falls open in a muted scream.

He smiles sweetly, stepping further into the amber glow from the bedside lamps. “It’s nice to formally meet you. I’m Sea Witch.”

But that’s not what’s shocking about this. The real shock—the thing that has your brain stumbling in an effort to put the pieces together before the picture can crumble—is far more jarring than the kidnapping and the captivity. You find your voice then, and before you can stop yourself the words are falling out in a hurry.

“CEO Ashengrotto?!”

Sea Witch—CEO Ashengrotto—stiffens, his brows furrowing immediately. He gives you a sharp, dangerous look. A look that seems to radiate one unspoken question: Where did you hear that name?

“You… You’re A-Azul Ashengrotto,” you continue, swallowing thick trepidation. “CEO of Mostro. You opened a new restaurant last year—Crave, right? And the menu features celebrity favorites—celebrities like Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche.”

He laughs his disbelief, carding a hand through soft, silvery locks. “How…do you know this?”

“I work there. You visited once with your secretary for quality checks. We even crossed paths.”

Azul gawks, realizes he’s gawking, and clears his throat. “I… I see. Well.” He inhales, holds his breath for three seconds, and exhales. “This makes things rather…awkward.”

“When you said businessman, I didn’t think… I mean, how was I supposed to know? Your voice sounds so different over call than it does in interviews.”

“Of course it does! I never use the same inflection for those things.”

This cannot be real, you think, watching him flounder anxiously. Azul Ashengrotto is Sea Witch. This whole time… Nine entire months… I was talking to the CEO—to the city’s most popular bachelor—and I didn’t even know it. They write articles about this guy! He’s all over the TV! How did I never realize?

And then a very mortifying thought worms its way in: Oh my God. We both know each other’s preferences. He saw so much of me—more than I’d ever want him to see—and I heard too many private things during our calls…

“Let’s just…” You rub circles into your temples to quell the incoming migraine. “Let’s never talk about this again. You can buy my silence and I’ll move on with my life. I’ll even forget all of…” You glance at the Magicord conversations stuck to the wall and then the chain binding your ankle. “All of this…stuff. We’ll agree to call it a misunderstanding and life will be good, yeah?”

The bargain doesn’t seem to reach him. He continues to stare at you, his eyes glazed with an emotion you can’t place. Whatever it is, it’s stormy and dark. You don’t like it, and you shrink away when he steps closer.

“All this time you were right under my nose…”

Azul climbs onto the bed with you, the mattress depressing under the additional weight. Framed by the hypnotic radiance of the skyscrapers climbing heavenward, he’s certainly earned his place in every celebrity gossip magazine you’ve ever read. Articles debating whether he’s secretly committed to a relationship. Articles theorizing what his life plans may have in store for him. Articles discussing whether he’ll ever get married, if he’ll remain single for the rest of his life, if he’ll ever open his heart to the many people who hope to earn his romantic affections.

No one knows it—how could they when he’s so tight-lipped with the paparazzi?—but you are the secret variable the articles have yet to discover. You are the covert partner, the one who has won his heart, the one who now sits shackled on his bed.

What sort of tabloid journalist could ever spin this story?

You scoot further up the bed, your back pressing against the ornately extravagant headboard. Your knees are pulled into your chest, a futile attempt at protection.

“All this time you were so close to me…” He marvels at this, his baby blue hues locked permanently on you. “And neither of us knew. I could’ve had you much sooner had I just realized…”

You blink at him, your heart sinking with every passing second. “Mr. Ashengrotto, what do you mean by that?”

A pout tugs at perfect, pretty lips. “Why so formal, angelfish? We’re much closer than that, surely.” His hands settle upon your knees, gently pulling them apart. Your blood curdles with fear. “There’s no need to be so tense. It’s only me.”

“No… Please wait. Hold on!”

“Hm? If I’m not mistaken, this is what you want. You were rather vocal about your desires. You’ve always been. So why are you looking at me like that? I’m not scary, am I?”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Please let me go…”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, his tone patient despite the subject. “You know I can’t do that.”

“But you… You kidnapped me! Y-You had those guys hiding in my home and they…” You shake your head, unable to describe the sheer terror that had overwhelmed you when those creepy twins descended. Hopeless, you open your eyes to give him your most despairing look. Tears brim in your eyes, threatening to fall at the slightest prodding.

“Oh, my dear, did they scare you? They’re brutes who know nothing of how to treat a person with adequate care. You needn’t worry anymore. I’m here for you.” He cups your face in a fond hold, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your cheek. “Don’t cry, angelfish. You’re in good hands—my hands. And have they not been the most generous?”

“You’re crazy. Obsessed! How can you think any of this is okay? Look around at the walls! You’ve pasted our conversations everywhere—they’re practically the wallpaper!”

“What of it?” His hand slides down to grip your chin, forcing you to meet him at eye level. “I love you. I have for months now. And if those are the ways you choose to classify my care, so be it.”

Tear trails trace down your face. He leans in to kiss the rivers away, but they morph into the saltiest of seas.

“You may not approve of my affections right this very moment. You may hate me, think I’m monstrous, a culmination of all things foul, but you will love me. In due time, my dear. And when you do, the world will open and the chain will come off and you will know freedom under my roof.”

He has the gall to worship you with a loving smile. It poisons you with newly brewing abhorrence.

“So cry your heart out. Scream and kick up a fit. Do what you must. And when the floods subside, we can learn to love one another. Both at our best and our worst, within and beyond Magicord.”

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul #yandere azul x reader #n/sfw

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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🎮 behind the lens!

a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis - you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

genre - enemies/rivals to lovers, streamer and youtuber au, college setting, crack, slight angst

status completed ✔️

warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol, nsfw

sideships xiao x aether, kazuha x heizou

↳ playlist

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featuring…

↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends

ACT ONE: raiding your heart!

01. kicking my feet and giggling

02. beat my ass

03. get out of my notifications

04. id donate for nudes

05. pls be ugly

06. now wait a damn minute

07. throwing up and crying

08. do you get deja vu

09. would you love me if i was bald

10. passenger princess

11. would you bark for me

12. breaking my silence

13. caught in 4k

ACT TWO: you're live!

14. he’s cheating on us?!

15. damage control

16. chat going crazy

17. breaking character

18. #JUNGKOOK

19. drowned cat core

bonus — heizou’s theory

20. twitch con

21. city of love

22. he who must not be named

23. and there’s only one bed

24. how to get akumatized 101

25. a glimpse of us

26. the ship has sunk

27. best of both worlds

28. something in the water

ACT THREE: cut the camera!

29. gatekeeping the sexy

30. show yourself

31. hold on i’m processing

32. sad quotes bot

33. please leave a message after the tone

34. were you silent or silenced

35. they don’t know about us

36. plot twist we’re dating

37. co-op irl! that’s called hanging out

38. stop asking for esex

39. out of character

40. paper rings

bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞

41. truth or drink

42. epilogue; curtain call

ACT FOUR: fuck capitalism!

43. extra headcanons

44. stardust merch

45. balladeer merch

46. scarastar collab merch

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misted-dream · 4 months

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welcome to mad city.ᐟ ⭒˚｡⋆

the city with endless opportunities, every possibility at your fingertips. how will you settle into city life?

mad city playlist 🎧 . . . mad city nct127 go nctdream 119 nctdream skyscraper nct127 escort chaseatlantic too late chaseatlantic escape from la theweeknd one of the girls theweeknd the bat nctu

info . . . timeline of events career descriptions are not synopses. fic infos will be published separately.

. . . introducing the districts 🏍️ ·—̳͟͞͞

you’ve now entered . . . district 127 .ᐟ ♱ ₊˚⊹꒷ the business district — people here work hard, but they play even harder.

💼 careers :

s.jn ☆ barista — in this bustling part of town, this coffee shop is where most go to take a break from the fast-paced city life. | select can i take your name?

n.yt ☆ detective — not-so-petty crimes plague the streets of mad city. it's your job to get to the bottom of each and every case. | select good cop, bad cop | moodboard

k.dy ☆ personal assistant — become the personal assistant to one of the most influential men in mad city. | select lipstick stain

j.jh ☆ chief executive — as the chief executive officer, you're responsible for a whole empire and a bit more. | select all tied up

you’ve now entered . . . district 119 .ᐟ ‧₊˚✩彡 the entertainment district — whatever your definition of fun is, you’ll find it all here.

🃏 careers :

h.rj ☆ dealer — not the most legal or safe way to make a living, but when it pays, it pays. | select lose my number

n.jm ☆ bartender — being a bartender at one of district 119's most popular clubs comes with some irregular perks. | select string theory

l.jn ☆ con artist — when your whole livelihood is based on being cunning, the skills you learn can come in quite handy. | select indebted

you’ve now entered . . . district V .ᐟ ♛ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ the capital district — home to the highest echelons. it may all look like glitz and glamour, but people here are especially skilled at turning a blind eye.

🍸 careers :

l.yy ☆ spy — work undercover and collect insider information to help put the most notorious cartel leader in mad city behind bars. | select behind enemy lines

x.dj ☆ escort — accompany socialites to the most fancy and private of events. | select private invitation

d.sc ☆ heiress — try to keep out of trouble as the heiress of a life-changing inheritance. | select between heaven and hell

#madcityseries #📂 - nct #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct fanfic

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naisilla · 4 months

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The Emperor's New Muse Part .1

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: female reader, non-con, forced blowjob, forced doggy style.

Thunderous marching reverberated through the ship's interior as the sling troopers advanced. In their grasp, you struggled, digging your heels in, violently thrashing. With gritted teeth, you lashed out at the two soldiers who gripped your upper arms like a vice.

Your voice snapped at your captors as you hissed out threats, graphic descriptions of what you promised to make of them ejected from your lips. They cut you off abruptly by throwing your body to the floor. More cusses came from you after your face collided with the hard floor when your eyes snapped to the pair of boots ahead of you.

Looking up your eyes met with a single cold blue stare as his left eye was concealed with a golden eye patch that branched across the sharp features of his face. Immediately you recognize who this imposing man is. The blue hair cut into an edgy mohawk and the golden robotic arm that always gripped that mysterious glowing scythe. The Supreme Ordinal Kayn.

Any shock that you expressed vanished as your lip curled in a snarl, but before a creative insult could come out, the ordinal's boot came down onto your head, pressing it firmly as a warning. The troopers are watching this snicker. "That rebel has quite the silver tongue," one of them comments, making you growl in response, the chucking escalates.

The pressured weight on your head shifts as the ordinal kneels before you, grabbing your face and roughly turning it to look at him. A deep ''hmm" vibrates in his throat as he inspects you closely. His single blue-eye flicks up addressing his sling troopers. "A Rebel you say?"

One of the troopers pipe up "This one was caught trying to tamper with our fleet ships at the last dock."

"Yeh, little shit crawled into the system and sliced up the engine room," says another one. Kayn looks at you with a raised brow.

"You're a mechanic? You understand the elite design of our locus armada fleet ships?" You scoff and roll your eyes.

"I don't, I was just blasting everything until it turned off" Kayn's face scrunched in annoyance.

"I see" he drops your head and straightens himself to his feet, walking past the troopers. "Lock her up, I can't be bothered wasting my time on petty nuisances" He turns his back to you and continues walking off indifferently to your presence.

A hot flush boils within you, and your teeth and wrists clench simultaneously. How dare you be written off as a pest by this bastard! You were his sworn enemy, THE enemy of the Demaxian empire. They may not know who you are but you know them. They had taken your home planet from your people and had drained it of all its ora leaving a lifeless uninhabitable system behind in their greedy pursuit.

You remember the day when the serene sky darkened with the looming shadows of a fleet. When the Demaxians landed an instant struggle ensued as the village you lived in was raided and ravaged by troops. Anyone who resisted was executed immediately and those who remained were either left behind on the dying planet or taken in by force. You never saw your family again, which filled you with bitter hatred towards King Jarvan IV and his empire.

In retaliation, you dedicated your life to vengeance. You had joined a growing rebel group becoming a menace to the empire. You would sneak into capital cities to graffiti the suburbs and protest loudly in the streets. Unfortunately, it seemed that the people of the capitol didn't care much for the opinion of a lower-class citizen. They didn't have to suffer having their planet overthrown by the empire, they lived comfortably in their wealthy establishments and benefitted from having their cities powered by the ora they drained from your land.

You had all this rage, a desire to be known to the empire for that hatred. You wished to tear down Demaxia from its golden pedestal of ora, to drag it and all of its selfish people into hell. To be caught then mindlessly thrown into the prisons like some petty fellon? How demeaning.

As you were being taken away by the guards, you let out a sharp scream and managed to break free. You quickly rushed towards Kayn, moving swiftly and lightly on the balls of your feet, pumping your legs, and launching yourself upwards to attack him. However, even with Kayn's back turned towards you, He swiftly swished his coat and maneuvered himself out of your range.

He swiftly spins his scythe, the blunt handle of it knocking your airborne body off and slamming you into the ground with a painful crack. Your entire body aches as you cough, the wind completely knocked out of you. You spit blood from your mouth as you scramble to collect your composure. You glance around and see the other troopers holding back their laughter.

You lunge towards the demaxian again, the soldiers attempting to restrain you before Kayn. Although Kayn refused to acknowledge you he was impressed by your display of determination. The ordinal scowled while gripping his scythe tightly as if struggling to contain his frustration. "You may be skilled, but that doesn't excuse your lack of respe-" You cut off Kayn with a swift kick to his gut, he hunches over briefly before lashing out a flurry of swings from his scythe each slash you manage to dodge and counter, edging closer to him between each of his misses until you edge close enough to launch another hit hooking into his jaw.

Kayn's demeanor becomes more agitated as he realizes he's been outclassed in the battle. However, you watch as the Demaxian's eyes light up with interest as he smiles slyly and laughs. "You have guts, it's rare for someone of your status to fight back like that." He steps back cracking his neck with his scythe now lowered to his side. "Tell you what, if you can beat me in this duel I'll let you go. Then you'll be free to live this encounter and go back to being a menace to our glorious empire. If you lose however.... let's just say your sentence will be much more severe."

The ordinal inhales deeply and resumes a broad stance standing confidently before you beconing you with his hand in a taunt. "You will not be granted freedom unless you prove yourself worthy of it. So fight me."

The troopers cheer on encouraging the ordinal to put you in your place, but to their surprise you don't back down from the fight. You manage to hold your own against the demaxian, the troopers' eyes widening as you throw punch after punch.

The fight is fast and brutal. Both of you trade blow after blow as your bodies move effortlessly, dancing and flowing together with incredible agility. You dodge and duck beneath his swings while you deliver your own quick attacks in return. The soldiers spectating are captivated by the sight of the fight, some even cheering you both on as the two of you push each other further and further.

You may have been unarmed but Kayn was still unable to land a hit good enough to take you down, merely cutting you lightly while you miraculously used your body as your weapon. Your swift movements are a blur to the soldiers, who barely manage to track the two of you.

You land a series of solid punches to Kayn's body before he retaliates and delivers a kick to your side, pushing you back. You're able to move out of the way of his scythe as it flies past your head, the demaxian's face remains unfazed even though you landed some powerful hits on him.

"A lower class nobody shouldn't have such power" The Ordinal seethes through clenched teeth, his face twists in rage as he realizes you have successfully fought him to a stalemate. You can see the furious fire in his eyes as he stares at you menacingly.

"A rebel...someone like you, you have no right to be this good," the demaxian snarls, "what a shame, you could have been a fine soldier if you had been born into the proper blood," the demaxian chuckles.

Your own face creases with fury. "I take pride in not being of such filthy heritage"

The demaxian laughs loudly and gives you a look of disdain. "Oh? And just what are you prideful of? A species that could never create something so glorious as the Locus Armada? A race that could never harness an element that grants such limitless possibilities?"

He gives you a mocking salute as he speaks, "I can understand why you became a rebel. It must be exhausting being inadequate."

Fed up with his obnoxiousness, you interrupt his insults, swinging your leg behind Kayn's knees in a sweeping motion, causing his legs to buckle. As he stumbles, you aim a well-delivered strike to his groin, forcing him to recoil with a grunt. You top off the combo by bringing your elbow down onto his shoulder.

A satisfied smirk beams down onto the ordinal who was still recovering below you. "Your "glorious" bloodline is full of fat selfish pigs. All you do is swarm and colonize your military is rightly named the locus armada because that perfectly describes your kind as the pest you all are".

Suddenly your nerves are set on fire and your body twitches and spasms erratically as a powerful current of electricity jolt through your body. You drop to the floor feeling all of your strength instantly drained and your blurry vision spots the guards had stepped in with one of them holding a tazer.

Kayn grabs your dazed body and presses you against his chest, he stares into your eyes intently with a powerful gaze, his blue-eye boring right through your spirit. Your hearing is muffled as the insides of your ears ring but you can make out the ordinal's voice commanding his guards to be dismissed before blacking out.

Your eyes snap open as the past events rush back, instinctively you try to get up but are immediately halted finding your hands bound in cuffs. Glaring at them your first move is to try crushing your wrists free through the hole, too tight. Grunting you attempt to bash them against the wall before Kayns mocking voice rings "ah ah ah I wouldn't do that if I were you" He walks over towards you tapping the cuffs with a cunning smirk "Military cuffs, GPS, vital tracking and a shocking protocol" You grumble and glare up at the Ordinal before looking at your surroundings. You expected crumbly, rusted floors, sterile flickering lights and heavy-duty bars. But instead, you found yourself in a luxurious suite. A massive bed made with silky fabrics set in a spacious room of black gold and blue... Demaxian colours.

You squint your eyes and look up at the Ordinal guardedly. "Why did you bring me here? You get lost in your oversized cruise ship?" Kayn remains silent glaring down at you. You looked so pathetic on your knees before him and yet you stared back defiantly, the distain you had for him coming out like potent venom.

The ordinal doesn't respond to your provocation, instead he continues to stare at you with an amused look. The opulent room around you is a contrast to the harsh life you have lived on the streets. The silken furniture, the lavish bed, the spacious room would make any homeless individual feel uncomfortable in its presence.

There is a strange silence between the two of you as you remain on your knees, staring intensely at the demaxian with a hostile glare. His eyes bore into yours for what feels like ages before he finally speak.

"I wouldn't speak so proudly if I were you," the ordinal hisses, "you are a traitor to this empire, a lowborn pest. I could have your head for a pillow, yet you dare to act with such attitude before me?"

The room is silent as the two of you lock eyes, your resentment towards him clear as day. "So what now? Are you going to just kill me?" you ask, your voice full of contempt. The ordinal only shakes his head leaning over you so you have to crane your neck to remain eye contact. "No Im going to remind you exactly where you stand in this chain of command" Kayns says as one of his arms pulls up the fabric of his uniform that drapes over his pants chuckling. "You were naive to think I'd actually set you free from my grasp after all the little stunts you pulled" he clicks his tongue and shakes his head dismissively "no no no imprisonment or death is too good for you, I plan on breaking you another way."

Your eyes narrow as his hand goes to unzip the fly of his pants as he watches your reaction with an amused smirk. "I'm going to teach you to respect this empire" his other arm, the golden robotic one, grabs the back of your head gripping at your hair controlling it to become level with his hips as he looks at you expectantly.

You resist his hold as you jerk your head trying to break free of his grasp when another electric shock reverberates through you eminating from your wrists. A single glare from kayn reminds you that this shock was merely a warning for any more defiance. The ordinals cock now prods your lips promptly.

With a growl you releuctantly submit and begin to tentatively part your lips open, yet Kayn impatiently thrusts his long cock in, instantly hitting the back of your throat. You retch and pull back on instinct but the grip on your hair becomes more severe and you are force to take in more as kayns grip pulls you until your face is flush against his groin his neatly trimmed blue hair brushing your nose.

You can feel the Ordinals cock curve to penetrate your throat cutting off your air, you try to scream intent on cussing him out but the garbled noise that emits from you only makes Kayn throw his head back and moan. His hips begin to thrust each time his cock is crushed down your throat, tears prick your eyes as you helplessly choke.

You can feel your face burn red from the humiliation and lack of air, your head was caving in on itself with pressure, your pulse began to thrum. Panic was sinking in and you felt like you needed to retaliate so you bit down.

Instantly Kayn pulls himself out of your throat and you gasp for air barely getting a sputter before an iron grip is on your throat continuing to suffocate you. "Insolent brat! You'll pay for that!" Suddenly Kayn grabs you and throws you onto the bed, you bounce on the mattress and try to scramble but the Ordinal was fast to pin you down from under him. He grabs your cuffed wrists and pulls them behind your head forcing you into an inconvenient position with his other hand he takes his scythe and uses it to slice off your clothes now leaving you bare beneath him.

You could feel Kayns evil grin behind you as he positioned himself at your entrance, your hands and knees trembled and you mindlessly began to beg for him to stop between little sobs. Kayn leaned forward pressing his broad chest against your back and his laughter vibrated through you. "Not so high and mighty now are you little brat?" his tone was sickeningly sweet and condescending, his warm breath ticking your ear. Finally he pushes in his long length reaching deep within you. Kayn shudders at how you tightly clenched at him, the raw sensation driving him to thrust fast slamming his hips into yours.

Swallowing your sobs you grit your teeth and scrunch your eyes tight bowing your head, you refused to beg, begging for mercy would get you nowhere. Demaxians never took pity, the Ordinal was just as cruel and greedy as the troops that invaded your planet. So you would not cry, you would not submit and you would stay strong through all of this.

Part 2 out now

#kayn shieda #shieda kayn #kayn league of legends #kayn x reader #league of legends x reader #kayn league of legends x reader #odyssey kayn

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litnerdwrites · 2 days

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The NC is really similar to The Hunger Games. I mentioned before how I think the NC is a dystopian nightmare but, as someone pointed out, it's very similar to Panem.

Even in the excuses they use. The blood right has to happen to solve conflicts between war camps and prevent civil war. The CON has to maintain it's appearance in order to protect Velaris from discovery. Rhysand has to basically abuse and neglect his own people in a show of power at the slightest sign of disobedience or revolt because it's the only way to maintain order.

Sound familiar? The Capital said the same things, and look where there that got them.

It was a fic by @kataraavatara , Those the stars cannot hear, that made me realise this. As she so eloquently put, "if they need to enter a yearly killing arena in order to avoid having a civil war, what else are we meant to think?"

And take it a step further, if abusing his people is the only way to prevent civil war, and maintain his authority as HL, what are we supposed to see him as, other than a dictator or a villain. If he acts like a villain, and thinks like a villain, then he's a villain. It's really not that complicated.

And don't even start with me about Velaris. The people there obviously don't have any concerns. They either don't know what's happening, or they don't care. It doesn't affect them, and they get to live in peace. Plus, it's better then being sentenced to life in either of those places, as far as they're concerned. They have it made, never worrying about their city being under attack, until ACOMAF. Never worrying about mysterious daematis killing their children, or having a cursed placed on them to punish their HL. They have no reason to complain and every reason to go along with it. If only to avoid meeting the same fate.

#anti inner circle #anti rhysand #anti amren #anti ic #anti mor #anti acosf #anti feyre #anti feysand #sjm critical #feyre critical #rhys critical #inner circle critical #nc critical #night court critical

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quartergremlin · 6 days

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Top 5 anime?

what have you dome. there was so much litigation for this one. i had to consult people (one guy) (it was fun).

Im going to only include tv shows, not movies or (only)manga. And exclude "american anime" (it is very valid its just too many new options) and shows that are currently being released.

1- Soul Eater:

Beautiful animation, beautiful fights, beautiful story. Its funny and thoughtful and I wish the ending wasn't as jank as it was (as an anime from a manga that got cut short). I have the whole series second-hand from a friend's brother who knew how to burn dvds and watched it religiously through my early teens. Maka and soul's relationship drives me insane. Romantic or not, they are completely devoted to each other and on rewatch i love how their individual strengths work with their dynamic even in their introduction episode.

2- Ouran High School Host Club:

It definitely shows its age in some places, but years later ohshc is still a fun watch. Its cute! Its got romance! Its got gender schennanigains! It was my first brush with anything queer as a kid and kassanoda - bisexual king - deserves the world.

3- Blue Period:

One of the only anime ill only watch the sub of. Every episode fucks me up artistically (sometimes positively sometimes negatively) and it helped me understand composition better than art school did. I enjoy the large cast with a wide range of views on art and school and paths and their personalities clash beautifully! Cons: Too many characters with y names. I get confused.

4- Mob psycho 100:

You know why. Its beautiful. With a beautiful message.

5- Deca-dence:

THIS ONE GOES OUT THE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE WHO'VE WATCHED THIS SHOW MWAH! Do you like gay robots? Found family monster hunters? Post-capitalism post-apocalypse city car with a giant fist on top?? Wait where are you going come back the main character is disabled and it isn't "fixed" hey-

+1- My Dress-Up Darling:

Im a dirty cheater but I already cut so many things from this list let me live. I've gotta insist on the dub for this one, the sub reads as a more literal translation and the characters personalities (esp marin's) really shine in the English dub! The romance is cute, but marin and gojo's budding friendship is even cuter! they bring out the best in each other and it explores the technical details of cosplaying in a way thats genuinely interesting!

#askbox #ask game #ugh this was so hard #i love fullmetal alchemist vrotherhood so much!!!#vut it umfortumately got cut #vc i always get vored aroumd the maria ross arc :((((((((

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aita-blorbos · 9 months

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AITA for killing my adoptive father figure?

Sounds bad but hear me out. I (17M) have been living under an authoritarian government on a remote planet my whole life. My adoptive father figure (Dad aged M) took me in off the streets when I was young, teaching me how to be a thief and con artist as well as telling me stories about my “real” father.

The version of our master plan that he told me was that we were going to deactivate the superweapon that enables the authoritarian government to keep people in line. However, once we enacted our plan, I realized that he had failed to tell me that deactivating the superweapon would destroy the capital city of our planet, killing thousands. I also learned that he never knew my real father, despite claiming for years that he did. In my panic and rage, I stabbed him and then sabotaged our plan (though I did attempt to intimidate the law enforcement when they came for me so they would stop their authoritarian methods). AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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matchagator · 5 months

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Hustlers: Unwind

From the warm winter climate of down under, to the brittle cold of the great white north. Join our jeweled trio as they seek out some long awaited tranquility and relaxation away from their male adversaries, or so they think.

*Make sure to check out previous episodes to follow the story. Let us know how you're liking the story so far by leaving a comment 😊*

{Say Hello to the long-awaited reveal of the new Hustlers banner! We could not be happier and hope you all love as much as we do.}

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con Artists

{Word Count:} 16k

{Warning} Sexual Content, Stealing, Mature Language, Manipulation, Angst, Spanking, Dub-Con, Sexual Harassment, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

Episode 4: Wine Country

Episode 5: Art Auction

Episode 6: Magic Men

Episode 7: Unwind

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BIG FISH: Leedo

LOCATION: Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada

A fresh powder of glistening snow covered the terrain of the Canadian Yukon, casting the perfect, tranquil image of a winter scene with mountains looming in the distance. Emmy sat perched against a small nook bench within their rustic, yet, luxurious suite; a pleasant accommodation for their stay at the Nordic Spa. She admired the view as she sipped a cup of warm tea to keep her toasty in the winter air. Jade was replacing a log in the fireplace, the warmth of the fire veiling the space with just enough heat to make a comfortable living arrangement.

Ruby was soundly asleep in one of the large beds, wrapped in fluffy down comforters as she recovered from their long travels after taking on a few additional hustles on the way back from Australia. It had been relatively peaceful for the feminine trio, capitalizing on a few gains without the presence of three obnoxious men always insistent on getting in their way.

Emmy sighed happily as she took in the sights outside of the spa accommodations, admiring the change of scenery the great white north had to offer. While the past few hustles had her falling into the background, allowing her plenty of opportunities to get caught up in Jungkook and Taehyung’s presence, she relished in being able to hold her own again, taking center to their schemes.

While this trip was mostly an opportunity for the girls to relax and recuperate before seeking out another lavish target in the great white north. Emmy smiled against the rim of her mug, sipping the earthy tea happily as she thought of all the simple ways she could manipulate and seduce said target. It would be an easy hustle and hopefully something that could distract her from her intrusive thoughts of Jungkook despite the disdain she felt towards him after their last encounter.

Even though the girls had successfully hustled a few cases after their adventures in Australia, Emmy still felt bitter about the way things ended with Jungkook. It was her own fault for getting invested emotionally when they were both just hustling each other, trying to one-up the other. The sour taste in her mouth left by his words made it that much more appealing to throw herself at their targets, finding any distraction to get over her addictive high that was Jungkook.

She let a long drawn-out sigh escape her lips as a loud clatter echoed from the kitchen of their small suite. Jade was currently raiding the pantry for a small frying pan, eager to cook up some pancakes to fill their hungry stomachs as they settled into their spa retreat. Emmy rolled her eyes at the eldest, giggling to herself as the brunette knocked over a few pots and pans in the process.

“Do you need help?” Emmy called out across the small suite, watching as Jade’s eyes narrowed in her direction.

“No.” She huffed, finally pulling out the frying pan and setting it down on the gas stove. “Whoever stacked these did a crap job.” Jade grumbled as a loud groan resonated from one of the bedrooms.

Ruby shifted in the sheets, feeling jet-lagged as she tirelessly plucked the eye mask from over her face. “Could you be any louder?”

Jade instantly turned toward Ruby, fighting off her bubbling irritation as she glared over to the brawn of the trio. “Do you want pancakes or not?”

Ruby pulled a pillow over her head, grumbling as she fought to keep her slumber. “We’re here to relax. Just order room service.” She groaned, completely ignoring Jade’s response as she sunk back into the darkness beneath the sheets.

Emmy smacked her lips at her partners as she stood from her small nook, walking towards Jade with a questioning glance. “I’ll order. Don’t you need to check on Leedo and his reservation?” Emmy had familiarized herself with Kim Leedo, learning everything she needed to know about the wealthy bachelor in order to gain another successful hustle. Not only was he fabulously wealthy, he was handsome. The perfect distraction.

Jade took a soothing breath as she watched Emmy pick up the telephone, dialing in their room service order. She turned her attention to her laptop that was still open on the dining table as she moved to take a seat in front of the screen. She tilted her head to the side, popping the joints in her neck as she attempted to release some tension in her muscles. It didn’t take her long to pull up the resort's software, locating the reservation placed under Leedo’s name.

A smile graced her features as she noticed the words “checked in” labeled clearly under their accommodation. She glanced back up just in time for Emmy to hang up the phone. “He’s checked in,” Jade announced happily, pushing her laptop away as she leaned back in her chair while swinging her legs over the top of the table to relax. Her hands wrapped together behind her head as she sighed happily. “Now we just need to figure out what spa services he booked and Emmy can do her thing.”

“Sounds easy enough.” Emmy grinned, returning to her cup of tea as she took another soul-warming sip. “As long as I have time to make it to the Japanese clay tubs, I’m happy.” She murmured happily as she found her cozy spot back amongst the cushions of the window nook. Nothing was going to stand in her way of some much-needed relaxation and she was going to make sure of it.

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As the brittle air whipped around the guests gathered outside of the organically heated pools, Ruby and Emmy strolled their way through the natural rock formations of the hot springs. Steam cast a fog of ambiance around them as the cool air mixed with the heat of the water, aiding in warming the atmosphere. The girls had on their sexiest swimwear, desperately searching for Kim Leedo through the boujie guests lounging in the springs. Thankfully, they each had on a luscious winter coat to help keep them bundled from the breeze until they located their target.

“No sign of him yet.” Ruby mumbled under her breath, her eyes skillfully scanning the pockets of pools throughout the rocks and patio in an attempt to locate him. Emmy silently did the same, casting her eye beyond at another section of pools as she caught a glimpse of a few more patrons relaxing about.

“Let’s check up there.” She casually spoke to Ruby, nodding politely at a few wealthy guests enjoying their amenities as they passed by. Ruby closed her eyes as a sharp wind blew by, causing a deep-rooted shiver to course through her bones.

Emmy noticed Ruby’s reaction, giggling quietly at her friend's torture. While Jade was the oldest of the group, Ruby and Emmy weren’t too far in age. They often ganged up on Jade, taking each other’s sides as they teased the eldest. Emmy relished the opportunity to finally mess with Ruby a little. “What’s wrong? Canada’s too cold for you?” Emmy’s tone mimicked that of a small child, causing Ruby’s features to morph into a stare of annoyance.

“Damn right. I should be at the spa or on the beach sipping a cocktail right now.” Ruby grumbled as she wrapped her arms around her torso. The great white north wasn’t exactly her choice of vacation. Thankfully, there came promises of exhilarating spa treatments and clay tubs that she could soak in to revitalize herself from their latest jobs.

Emmy rolled her eyes, laughing at the brawn of their group. “You’ll be in the water enjoying the heat in no time.”

Ruby huffed at the thought, knowing she wasn’t planning on staying out in the community pools for very long. “Once we find this prick, I’m ditching you for the clay tubs.” She shamelessly admitted, to which Emmy simply shook her head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have him wrapped around my finger in no time.” Emmy beamed, eager for a new man to dig her claws into. She needed a distraction and she fully intended to indulge in it to thieve him of his money all while relaxing and enjoying her time.

Ruby laughed sarcastically as she nudged Emmy to glance over toward a new set of springs. “Yeah, if we can find him first.”

While the youngest of the group ventured out into the cold, Jade found herself looking around the receptionist's desk at the entrance of the spa. Her eyes scanned over the various signs displaying their services as she quietly plucked a pamphlet from its holder to properly investigate the spa and its offerings. “May I help you with anything?” A dainty brunette at the counter offered the brains of the group her largest customer service smile.

Jade instantly shrunk behind the pamphlet, shyly observing the spa’s offerings as her eyes found one of the mud masks. “How much is the Arctic mud package?” Her eyes flickered back up to the brunette, watching her smile remain just as plastered to her face as before.

The hostess tapped away on an iPad, pulling up the various packages offered to their guests. Just as she was turning the device toward Jade, the sound of a phone ringing from the back office echoed through the reception room. Her smile faltered at the noise as she placed the tablet down in front of Jade, resting on top of the counter. “Take a look at the pricing.” She offered as she turned her attention toward the back. “I’ll be back in a minute, excuse me.”

Jade lowered her pamphlet, closing it as she reached for the tablet as if pretending to be interested in booking herself a service. Once the receptionist disappeared in the back, Jade quickly manipulated the software of the tablet, attempting to locate the spa's internal information system to figure out when Leedo’s services would take place.

Unfortunately for her, the employee wasn’t logged into the tablet, and hacking the system would add more time to her task. Her eyes flickered up to the desktop computer on the opposite side of the desk. Jade frantically looked to see if anyone else was around, thankful to find an empty building since everyone was outside enjoying the amenities. She set the iPad down, pressing her palms against the countertop as she gently lifted herself up to glance over at the screen.

Thankfully, the employee was already logged in with the appointment booking already pulled up for reference. “Perfect.” Jade beamed as she took another glance around before swiftly maneuvering herself around the counter toward the desktop computer. She quickly moved the mouse, typing away to insert Leedo’s information as his reservation pulled up on the screen.

Jade couldn’t fight the smile from pulling on her features as she pulled out her cell phone, snapping a picture before quickly resetting the screen just as she found it. Of course, she made sure to skillfully remove any history of digital footprints from her search before hearing rustling coming from the back office.

Jade quickly moved back around the desk, snatching the pamphlet from the countertop as she felt herself collide with what she could only presume to be a body. “I’m so sorry.” She babbled as she turned around, only for her heart to sink to her stomach at the sight of a familiar, yet, handsome man standing behind her.

Jimin’s lips were stretched into a sly smile as he plucked the pamphlet from her hand. Jade's jaw practically dropped open, stunned to see him here in all places, especially after a few cases being clear of the mischievous male trio. “What do we have here?” Jimin’s voice was like a spell, soft and alluring as he leaned into her to whisper in her ear. “Caught red-handed, love.”

Jade went to protest but was interrupted by the return of the employee who was walking back from the office. “Did you find anything you’d like?” She asked calmly toward Jade before flashing a genuine smile at Jimin as she admired the new guest.

Jade rolled her eyes, quickly catching onto the employee’s attraction to their rival as she grabbed her pamphlet back from Jimin. “I’m going to think it over some more.” Jade flashed a wild threatening stare in Jimin’s direction before softening her eyes to turn back toward the woman. “I can call to book from my suite, right?” She added as the woman nodded at her inquiry, clearly distracted by Jimin.

“Wonderful.” Jade couldn’t hide the slight bite in her tone as she turned to walk past Jimin. She practically gasped when he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks before giving her a cocky grin.

“We’ll be watching you.” His voice dipped in octaves as his voice hummed low enough for just her ears to comprehend.

She offered him a sarcastic smile, pulling herself away from his grip as her eyes pierced into him. “I look forward to it.” She snapped under her breath before walking off toward the pools to seek out Ruby and Emmy. While she was eager to tell them about Leedo’s planned activities, she was also eager to warn them about the looming presence of their rivals.

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Out by the main hot springs, Emmy and Ruby continued their search through the various streams of pools flowing into each other through the natural formations of the rocks. Little to their knowledge, they weren’t aware of the pair of eyes stalking them from the highest pool, overlooking the cascading springs into each section.

Jungkook and Taehyung were casually sprawled about the rocks, the heat from the water causing the stone to warm their bodies perfectly in contrast to the frosty air. Jungkook and Taehyung were both wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, their torsos bare to the world as their coats rested on the rocks beside them.

“What’s so special about this prick?” Taehyung whined, a pout pulling at his bottom lip as he stretched out beside Jungkook, his body tensing up from an incoming breeze as he groaned from the elements.

Jungkook sat up, placing his elbows against his knees as he stalked the sight of Leedo casually soaking in the springs as his back was pressed against the rocks. “He’s loaded.” Jungkook added, his eyes shifting at the sight of movement walking towards Leedo’s pool. To his surprise, he found his favorite female criminal strutting up the steps, Emmy’s eyes sharply focusing on Leedo as Jungkook’s interest suddenly piqued.

He pulled his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on the metal of his lip piercing as his eyes drank in the sight of her toned body sporting a dangerously attractive bikini that he could barely make out beneath the coat draped across her shoulders. Jungkook moved his hand to smack against Taehyung’s side, keeping his eyes glued to Emmy as Ruby came into view behind her. “Look alive. We have company.”

Taehyung groaned at Jungkook’s rough action, rubbing his side as he pushed himself up to see what was worth interrupting his relaxation. To his amusement, he followed Jungkook’s stare to find Emmy and Ruby both looking stunning against the elements as they stopped to converse with each other.

“Ah, our klepto Barbie is here,” Taehyung commented through a smirk, stirring an uncomfortable sensation in Jungkook’s stomach as Taehyung referred to Emmy as theirs. He knew he was trying to keep space between them given they were natural enemies in their field of work, but it didn’t prevent his jealousy from igniting as Taehyung gawked at their appearance. “And the drunk too? What a treat.” Taehyung hummed happily as he adjusted himself to have a better view.

Jungkook chewed at the inside of his cheek, fighting off his urge to make any comments as he watched Emmy strip herself of her coat, reviewing just how attractive her body looked in her swimwear. Jungkook couldn’t help but let his mind fall into the temptation of dwelling on thoughts of their previous encounters. Why did she have to be so fucking alluring? “Damn.” Taehyung ‘s voice sliced through his concentration, causing him to narrow his eyes in his partner's direction. “What?”

“Don’t forget, they're here for him.” Jungkook quickly commented, letting his jealousy simmer down as he watched Emmy sit on the edge of the stone patio, letting her feet dip into the heat of the water.

Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance as Jungkook’s attention remained on their target and the infiltrating beauties. “Well…” Taehyung pushed himself up from the rocks, reaching for his coat as he quickly covered his body from the elements. “I take it you can handle keeping an eye on those two?” Taehyung teased as he slipped his feet into some of the spa's complimentary slippers.

“And where are you going?” Jungkook protested, his eyebrows scrunching as he turned his attention to his partner.

“To relax.” Taehyung flashed a confident grin as he started walking off. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much.” He called back, leaving Jungkook to fend for himself as he disappeared down the path away from the springs.

Meanwhile, Emmy and Ruby sat on the opposite end of the pool, completely oblivious to Jungkook’s presence given their focus was merely on Leedo. Emmy let out a small moan of pleasure as her skin touched the warmth of the spring, letting her legs swirl in the water as Ruby stood behind her.

“It’s too cold out here,” Ruby complained, glancing back in Leedo’s direction to see that he was casually scrolling through his phone while enjoying the relaxation of the water. “You can handle this, can’t you?” Ruby practically begged, desperately fighting off her uncontrollable shivers.

Emmy giggled to herself, placing her hands on the edge of the pool as she stared up at the brawn of their trio. “Please, this is nothing.”

Ruby’s features seemed relieved as she pulled a key card from her coat to slip it into Emmy’s that was hanging off one of the loungers. “Then I’m outta here.” She offered Emmy another look of gratitude as she glanced back over at Leedo. “If you need me, I’ll be at the clay tubs defrosting my fucking body.”

Before Emmy could get in another word, Ruby was already sprinting back down the path, eager to escape the cold. Emmy could only shake her head in laughter as she slowly dipped her body into the pool, letting the warmth encompass her limbs. She sighed happily, her eyes shifting back towards Leedo, happy to see him glancing up from his phone.

Emmy took this as her opportunity, carefully bringing her arms up to pull the hair tie from around her strands to let her hair cascade down onto her shoulders. She swiftly swayed her head back and forth until her tresses were attractively shaping her features. Leedo seemed intrigued as he closed his phone and set it down against the rocks behind him, reaching his arms out to rest against the rocks as he took in the sight of the mysterious beauty who joined the spring.

There wasn’t another body in the water beside the two, casting an alluring environment for the pair. The heat caused Emmy’s fair complexion to instantly flush red, almost as if she was purposefully trying to bewitch him with the rosy coloration of her cheeks. She finally glanced back in his direction, offering him a flirtatious smile as she brought her hand up to push her hair back behind her ear.

Leedo was a very handsome man. His body was a clear display of his athleticism as his muscles sculpted his body wonderfully. He was easy on the eyes, his features devilishly accentuating his charms. Honestly, it was surprising that he was visiting a place like this on his own without a blonde or two on his side.

It didn’t take long for Emmy to notice Leedo smiling back at her, nodding his head in his direction as if welcoming her to join him. Emmy paused for a moment, contemplating the offer as if playing hard to get, glancing back in the direction that Ruby had just disappeared in. She bit her lip gently, glancing back at him only to see his eyes become wildly playful.

She smiled bashfully as she walked her way through the water, feeling her confidence course through her body. The closer she stepped to their target, the more handsome he became, causing her the smirk to herself at the thought of having a nice distraction to play with while making their hustle. “What’s a handsome gentleman such as yourself doing out here alone?” She asked, batting her eyelashes and offering Leedo her most captivating smile.

She felt her heart swell with pride as his facial expression so easily exposed his attraction to her, reminding her of the high she felt each time her self-esteem was boosted by their targets. It was good to be back in her usual role. Leedo blatantly looked her up and down, his irises sparkling with his intentions. “I could ask the same thing of you.” He grinned as he extended a hand. “Leedo, pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”

“Emerald.” She answered simply, holding out her hand to accept his kind greeting. “The pleasure is all mine.”

While Emmy became cozy in the warmth of the spring beside Leedo, Jungkook maintained his distance as he watched the scene play out. Something didn’t sit right with Jungkook, the constant pull of his stomach was different from the previous times he watched Emmy hustle their targets. He narrowed his stare, leaning forward as he pressed his hands together in thought, focusing on the brunette's efforts to seduce the young billionaire.

Jungkook noticed each flip of her hair, each strategic flutter of her eyelashes as Leedo easily fell into her trap like a moth to a flame. These were her tricks, things Jungkook witnessed from her numerous times before. Somehow, this time felt different. Maybe it was the way Leedo so quickly indulged in her delusions, or maybe the uncomfortable feeling slowly caused Jungkook to question his own game. He had nothing appealing compared to her looks. He would need to distract her if he and his partners had any hope of getting near their target. Especially seeing how dumbstruck he seemed over the imposter of a woman batting her eyes in his direction.

With a stroke of luck, a distant chime caused Jungkook’s focus to break, readjusting to the sight of Leedo quickly reaching for his phone. The message seemed to rip him away from Emmy’s venomous stare like a charm, offering Jungkook the perfect opportunity to swoop in himself.

Jungkook slowly crawled down the rocks, letting his legs dip into the heat of the springs as his bare torso was suddenly soothed from the cold air. He watched Leedo turn his attention back toward Emmy, offering her a haste goodbye with the promise of meeting up with her at a later date. Emmy’s lips pulled into a playful and flirty pout as she watched Leedo collect his things before both of them seemed to exchange a silent glance, eager for their next rendezvous.

Jungkook slowly pushed his way through the water, creeping up behind his newly acquired target as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear from behind. “Moving on so quickly?” His voice was paired with a cocky grin as Emmy whipped around to find Jungkook handsomely displayed before her with his tattoo sleeve gloriously displayed. “And here I thought we could finish what we started?”

It took a moment for Emmy to fully register that the man she had so desperately been trying to escape was now standing in front of her, glistening from the water droplets collected on his toned abdomen. Once she finally managed to pull herself together, she turned her attention to the smug look on his face as he shamelessly stepped closer. “Surprised to see me, baby girl?” He teased, flicking his tongue against his lip piercing. “It’s been a while.”

The reality was, it had been a while. The girls managed to go off on their own and successfully conduct a few hustles in peace, avoiding the trio of misfits until this very moment. “Fuck off.” Emmy groaned, rolling her eyes as she casually took a step back toward the edge of the naturally formed pool.

Jungkook took her hostility as an invitation, smoothly maneuvering himself to trap her between his arms as he caged her against the edge of the pool. “You know, you’d be far better off chasing a real man.”

Emmy sucked in a breath, feeling her body shiver at the forced proximity Jungkook was placing her under. She didn’t know if it was the combination of the heat and the cold swirling around her or if it was the alluring pull Jungkook still seemed to hold against her. “A real man?” She practically laughed at the thought, letting her anger toward him fuel her response.

Jungkook pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, feeling himself naturally lean closer as his eyes stalked the prey trapped within his reach. “Yeah, one who can fuck you just right.” He added, the tone of his voice dipping deeper as the corners of his mouth pulled into a smug grin. “Someone…like…me.”

With each word, he leaned in closer, hovering his lips near Emmy’s as she instinctively pushed against his chest to keep him at bay. Her hands were instantly warmed by the heat of his bare chest, causing her to bite the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep herself from falling for the same tricks that got her in this mess.

“Please.” She scoffed, pressing harder against him as she tried to move past him. “I’d prefer my chances with Leedo.” She grit her teeth, her eyes shifting up to find Jade walking out towards the springs.

Jungkook released a hand from the stone, grabbing Emmy’s arm as he turned her back toward him. “He’ll see right through your tricks, baby girl.”

Emmy froze at the words, clenching her jaw as she fought the influx of words threatening to escape the barrier of her lips. Jungkook wasn’t worth her getting so upset. He was their enemy, why would she allow herself to be so bothered by the things he says or does? “I said fuck off, remember?” She called back, refusing to turn and face him again as she made her way out of the water, seeking her towel and coat to warm her tightening muscles as she was met with another chilly wind.

She fought the urge to look back, choosing to focus on Jade as she hastily made her way closer to the main building. Jade turned the corner, spotting Emmy moving toward her quickly as the youngest pulled her inside the building to enjoy the central heating. “Emmy, I just ran into…”

“Let me guess, the three stooges?” Emmy’s features were etched with irritation as Jade placed together that her partner must have also had an encounter with the annoying trio.

—

While Emmy and Jade handled all of the various elements of their current hustle, Ruby utilized the opportunity to venture off on her own, trying to make the best of her time in the frigid north. She took her time exploring the facilities surrounding the infamous hot springs, finally approaching a path that would lead her down to the Japanese clay tubs. After freezing her ass off for the majority of this trip so far, she figured warming herself in a mineral-rich tub would do the trick in soothing her tired muscles.

She groaned as the wind tunneled through the buildings, causing her promenade down the path to be quite unpleasant as she pushed through the tension of her limbs from the chill that overcame her body. “I fucking hate this place.” She snipped at herself, knowing the spa was probably one of the nicest she’d been to in a while, however, the temperature was dampening her mood.

Ruby instantly smiled once the clay tubs came into view, ready to douse herself in the warmth of the water. She approached one of the tubs, noticing a family occupying it to half of its capacity, deciding to walk down a little further in hopes of finding one that would be free of other spagoers. She continued down past some of the winter foliage, noticing another tub down the way with a few patrons, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance. She knew there was another as she moved passed the second, desperate to escape the cold.

Thankfully, upon venturing down a little further, she noticed another tub hidden within a few low pine trees, the tub was almost completely empty except for a single person resting on the opposite end. Ruby’s body was shivering at this point that she figured sharing with someone would be her only option as she set her towel and coat down, slipping her warm slippers off as she rapidly darted towards the steps leading into the relatively small tub.

She couldn’t help the moan of satisfaction as she stepped into the warm water, her body instantly soothed from the elements as she sunk into the vacant end of the tub, sitting down against the edge till the water was covering her body up to her shoulders.

While she was concerned about quickly entering the tub, she failed to realize that Taehyung was the other occupant resting on the opposite end of the clay pool. His relaxed expression instantly turned cold as he opened his eyes to inquire about the sudden noise, feeling irritation bubble in his chest. “Well, if it isn’t the alcoholic,” He spoke coldly, sitting up as Ruby came to the realization of who was sitting across from her. “You’re gonna have to piss off and find somewhere else to relax. I was here first.”

Despite the tranquility Ruby felt from being encased in a blanket of warmth, her body tensed up as her eyes pierced through Taehyung. “Fuck no.” Ruby snapped, feeling irritation bubble over from having to once again deal with the male trio of idiots. “What the hell are you even doing here?” She seethed in annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest to conceal her body lusciously displayed in her swim attire. “I’m starting to think you’re stalking us or some shit.”

Taehyung’s jaw tensed as he bit down, tilting his head to the side as he purposely stretched his legs out, bumping into her in the process. “I’m here to enjoy these Japanese clay tubs, something I clearly can’t do with a woman who can’t shut the fuck up for two damn minutes.” His voice softened, a tone of amusement echoing in his every syllable as Ruby practically spat at his presence bumping into her.

“You’re welcome to leave.” Ruby hissed with a false smile, gesturing towards the exit of the tub. “It would be far more relaxing without all of your toxic masculinity.”

Taehyung pushed off the edge of the tub, moving closer to Ruby until he pressed his arm on the edge of the hardened clay beside her head. “Like I said, sweetheart.” His voice dipped into a lower register as he leaned in closer to her. “I was here first, so you can either leave…or it looks like you’re stuck with me.”

His last words were spoken in a seductive tone, his lips tugging into a mischievous smirk the moment Ruby smacked her lips in disgust and annoyance. He relished in the fact that this was torture for her, and he fully intended on making this the worst relaxation of her life.

Ruby debated her options, deciding that staying there wasn’t worth an ounce of her time. She sent him a threatening glare as she stood up to get out of the tub, instantly met with the brutal bite of the cold whipping around her. She glanced back at her towel and coat, feeling like every step to retrieve her items would be agonizing in this weather.

A long drawn-out groan escaped her lips as she sat back down in the water, admitting her defeat. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle the cold?” Taehyung teased as he moved even closer to her. “What about the heat? Can you handle that?”

Ruby instantly pressed the sole of her foot against him as she extended her leg to push him away from her, her features morphed into annoyance and disgust. “I’m gonna tell you how this is gonna go.” She watched as he fell back against the opposite end of the tub, amused by her actions. “You’re gonna stay on that side with your mouth shut.” She continued as she offered him a serious glare. “And if you don’t, you’ll be searching for your dick at the bottom of this tub. Got it?”

Taehyung brought his arms out of the water, resting them on the edge of the tub as he intently scanned Ruby’s expression for any signs of being able to crack her down. Once noticing her level of agitation, he decided to simply back off, laughing under his breath as he leaned his head back to rest his eyes. “Ah, so you’re the bitch of the group.” He teased just a little further, peaking an eye open to see the fire blazing behind her pupils. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go easy on you.”

Ruby watched him close his eyes again as he silently enjoyed the beneficial waters of the clay tubs, leaving her with no other option but to do the same. She let out a huff of frustration before wrapping her arms back around her chest to comfort herself as she leaned her head back, keeping every inch of her body underwater that didn’t need to be out to breathe.

—

The Nordic Hot Springs offered a variety of amenities that allowed its guests to relax and enjoy the tranquility of all its splendor. Emmy was more than happy to partake in one of the designated relaxation rooms, hoping to decompress from her encounter with the infuriating swine she knew as JK. With a towel rolled up under her arm, she shuffled into the Hibernation Relax Room, peering around at the calming atmosphere.

The room was sizeable to accommodate ample walking space between a few large and curved lounges. Her sandals scuffed lightly against the sand tiles that nearly covered the entire room apart from the navy-colored structures. The room had no light other than the natural sunlight warping off the glass block windows and the magenta LED luminescence accentuating the lounges and storage areas.

She hesitated when she noticed the only available spots were built to accommodate more than one person. She sighed defeatedly, deciding that the extra space would have to do, and prayed that no one tried to give her any trouble for taking the larger lounge. She walked to the side closest to the entrance, placing her towel on the dark tiles away from the gentleman with large headphones practically snoring in the lounge beside her.

Once the cotton was spread evenly over the surface, she gently rested her body along the warm but firm structure to get comfortable. She shifted around, adjusting her posture on the chair, and felt her muscles instantly loosen from the heat radiating from beneath her. She exhaled deeply, nearly sinking into the tiles as the warmth cradled her into tranquility. She savored the moment just a little longer before deciding to retrieve her earbuds from her case, hoping some music would enhance her experience.

The white noise of the room disappeared as the devices were plugged into her ears, waiting patiently for her to make a selection to match the mood. She pursed her lips together, her eyes scanning the plethora of playlists on her mobile device until finally, she found a variety of soundscapes that would ease her mind, and wash all thoughts of Jungkook down the babbling brooks. She rested her crown back on the tile, allowing herself to close her eyes and drift with the soft trickling droplets singing in her ears.

Emmy could swear she died and gone to heaven as tension was pulled from her body the further she sunk into the fabric of her towel. She inhaled and exhaled, deeply and slowly. Her mind seemed to be floating towards the clouds as her body rested to where she could feel nothing, and she knew that there was very little that could disturb her at that moment.

She intently listened to the sounds of water, traveling from simple droplets before soon turning into a cascade. Emmy felt a shift in the air, but readjusted her muscles, letting her joints softly pop with the movement. She hummed happily as the ambiance returned, hearing her voice vibrate over the waterfall roaring in her ears. The lighting in the room seemed to flicker from behind her eyelids, a shadow shrouding the natural light from coming into the windows. She decided to ignore it, figuring it was one of the other patrons she spotted within the space when she arrived. It wasn’t until a draft brushed over her side that she opened an eye to peak at the disruption.

Before she could see their face, a built figure plopped down beside her on the double lounge after casting their towel on the surface. She sat up sharply ready to give them a piece of her mind when she realized who the culprit was. With an aggravated groan, Emmy ripped an earbud out to hear his sorry excuses. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook couldn’t keep the childish grin from his face as he settled comfortably beside her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Emmy turned her body, squaring off in his direction as she addressed him again. “Why are you on my lounge?” She snapped, taking the earbud out to put it away for a quick escape from the insufferable Casanova.

Jungkook looked around, playing the ultimate dumb card and acting as if he was entirely confused. “Well, why else would you need so much space, baby girl?”

Emmy tossed her head back, groaning in the back of her throat. “Ugh, it was the only one available,” She huffed through her nostrils, determination plastered over her features. She firmly placed her hands against his bicep, pushing him away with all her strength. “Now, get off.”

Jungkook chuckled, amused by her efforts as he continued to sit like a boulder. He grabbed a hold of her wrists, pushing her hands away from his body as he loomed over her. “Oh, I get it…you’re hoping that Leedo guy might come in and make his move.”

Emmy rolled her eyes, pulling her wrists out of his grip and swatting him away from her proximity. “No, I’m here to…” She paused, realizing that she was about to humor his need for attention by admitting that she was trying to get him out of her head.

He waited, a smirk crawling over his lips as he noticed her hesitation to continue her response. “Ah, now I see. I bothered you that much, huh?” He curled his body on the lounge, supporting his head with his palm as he grinned mischievously back at her.

It took everything in her not to slap him clear across the face and storm right out. Of course, he did, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “You bother me the same way any other pain in the ass would, so don’t flatter yourself.”

Jungkook blatantly raked her figure with his gaze, unashamed when he suddenly felt parched after admiring the most succulent fruit he’d ever indulged in. She watched his tongue swipe across his bottom lip, flicking against his lip piercing as she decided she needed to retreat before he tried pulling her back into his trap. She sat up, gathering her phone and headphone case as Jungkook quickly thought of a way to keep her distracted.

Before she moved off the lounge, Jungkook crawled over her lap and successfully pushed her back down. The shape of the structure allowed him to push her further up the surface as her thighs rested over top of his. Emmy was stunned by how quickly he seemed to disable her ability to move, frantically looking around at the other people in the room. “Are you out of your mind?” She whispered harshly, avoiding bringing too much attention to themselves.

Jungkook smiled in that knowing and seductive way, unapologetic for his actions that kept her right where he wanted her. He rested his palms against the warmed tile, caging her beneath him as he leaned in close. Emmy’s hands shot out to push him away, but his determination was relentless. “You came to relax, right? So why don’t I help you really relax?” He slipped one hand over her side, grazing over her curves before gripping the soft flesh of her hip.

Emmy squirmed under his touch, unable to get any leverage from her position as she was supported by his lap. She grunted in aggravation, pulling his hand from her body as she tried to wiggle away from him. “Why don’t you fuck off like I’ve already told you?” Jungkook’s palm smacked down by the side of her head again, keeping her from slipping out of his hold.

Jungkook could feel his patience wearing thin. She was usually difficult, but her defenses were at an all-time high. Watching Taehyung and Leedo had already started an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach, but the extra effort in avoiding him left a bad taste in his mouth. His rationality was slipping and frustration was fueling his instincts. “You’re not special, sweetheart.”

Emmy froze, the venom in his tone striking through her veins as she digested his words. She blinked, slowly feeling herself come back from the shock of his rude comment. “Excuse me?” Her response was less than friendly.

Jungkook felt his pride soar when he watched her reaction to his remark. He knew she secretly craved validation and praise, it was one of the first things he noticed about her. He also knew she’d recognize the term of endearment used by his partner, the very same one she so easily slept with after repeatedly having dalliances with himself. “You heard me,” He challenged her, leveling his stare with her own as he completely invaded her senses until their noses brushed together. “Just another little gold digger, aren’t you? Stringing men along until you get what you want?”

“Is that what you think? I’m stringing you along? Ha!” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she leaned up to bump his nose with her own. “What would I possibly want from you?” She spat, her blood speeding through her system until her body buzzed with anger. She was already set off by his original statement, but he continued to strike nerve after nerve with each passing second.

Jungkook tilted his head while moving away from her, that infuriating smirk making a comeback. “Why don’t you tell me since apparently you can’t stop thinking about me?”

“From the moment you’re out of my sight, you don’t even exist to me, JK.” Emmy hissed, taking the opportunity to throw her leg over his lap and get away. Jungkook watched her scurry from the lounge, pushing his tongue against his cheek.

He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he moved to chase her. “Clearly, you’re finished with V and it’s obvious what you want from a guy like Leedo…” Emmy whipped around, glaring at him as he followed her.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, pressing the flesh together for Jungkook’s viewing pleasure. “A guy like Leedo?” She wondered.

They were stopped just at the entrance of the Hibernation room when Jungkook leaned his arm against the threshold as he hovered over Emmy. “Oh come on, you think he’s just here to enjoy the spa?” Jungkook laughed at the notion. “No, he’s here for two reasons: one to flaunt his wealth and two to fuck around.”

Emmy hummed with amusement, “I guess it’s true what they say, takes one to know one.”

“And I bet you’re not the only girl he’s talking to.” Jungkook seemed proud of himself, spotting that Leedo was just another pompous rich boy out to throw some dough around to look like a hot shot since he had no other accomplishments. “Come on, forget chasing him, and let’s have some real fun.“ He moved to trace his fingertips up her arm, dropping his eyes low before trying to entice her with the hooded appearance.

Despite how handsome he looked, Emmy was still scorned by his comment and almost appalled that he thought he could just sweep it under the rug. She pulled his hand from her body, dropping it away from her like a piece of trash as she looked at him smugly. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep stringing you along so I think I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want to damage your ego more than I have.” She turned on her heel, pushing against the door to escape Jungkook before he thought of another way to distract her from the mission.

The second she broke through the door, she felt like she could breathe again. The cold air rushed over her warm flesh, sizzling out the rapid racing of her heart after fighting the urge to prove her worth to Jungkook. She hated that he crawled under her skin so easily, especially after hearing him call her sweetheart. She never imagined that him using such a common endearment would make her feel so insignificant.

She glanced over her shoulder as she continued distancing herself from Jungkook, noticing him slowly walking out of the room. She snapped her head forward, making sure to disappear around the corner of another building to avoid any more interactions with him. Without the piercing feeling of his eyes on her, she felt more at ease and was ready to refocus her attention on the mission. The timing couldn’t be more perfect as she spotted Leedo standing along the rocks overlooking the forest.

She walked quietly in his direction, adjusting her posture to become more relaxed and allowing her hips to swing with every step. She noticed that he seemed to be on the phone, but his gaze swiftly ran over her figure, causing him to pause in his conversation. As she approached, he seemed to shake himself out of the daydream playing in his head before he quickly said something into the phone and closed it.

“Hey there handsome.” Emmy greeted, pulling her hair over her shoulder and gently twirling it with her finger.

Leedo’s smile was all too inviting as he stepped closer to her, his eyes feasting upon the shape of her frame. “I was hoping to run into you again.”

Emmy feigned surprise, coyishly blinking up at him. “Oh?”

Leedo was eating out of the palm of her hand, admiring the innocent expressions on her face as if waiting for him to charm the pants off her. “Well, yeah. It’d be a shame for such a pretty girl to spend her time alone. I wanted to keep you company.”

Emmy internally cringed at his tactics for flirting, but she bit the inside of her cheeks as she continued to smile. “Well, you know what would be really great? Maybe a nice candlelight dinner?” Any man knows that a romantic dinner is the way to take a girl to bed, which would give Emmy the opportunity to swipe his wallet.

Leedo grinned, picking up on her hint for a good time, but just as quickly he winced. “Aw, damn. You know what? I completely forgot I already have dinner plans.” He seemed frustrated with himself, realizing that he might not get the evening he was planning with the brunette.

Emmy tilted her head, wondering why he had predetermined dinner plans during his time at the hot springs. Her brows were furrowed together, “With who?”

Leedo’s eyes widened, not expecting her to ask that question and seeing the small pout on her lips. “Oh, just an investor.” Emmy’s features did not soften as she curled her brow over her forehead, wondering why he would meet with an investor at a resort in the mountains. Before she could dwell any further on the subject, Leedo grabbed her hand gently, resting it in his large palm. “Maybe after we can meet somewhere?” His voice was hopeful.

Despite the numerous red flags waving in her face, Emmy continued with the seductive facade, “I would love to.” She bit her lip as Leedo grinned, feeling suddenly nervous as Jungkook’s remark about the type of guy Leedo was replayed in her head. While ultimately she didn’t care, it bothered her to know Jungkook had leverage over her and might gain the audacity to say “I told you so.” She shook him from her mind, setting up her new plan of action to take advantage of Leedo during their after-dinner rendezvous.

—

After an afternoon of hacking the Nordic spa’s clientele profiles, Jade was finally able to track Leedo’s reservations for an appointment for a Swedish massage the following day. She felt pride seeping through her limbs as she informed Emmy and Ruby of his whereabouts and how she would be the only person fit to handle this part of the hustle.

Jade had a vast knowledge of random skills, something she easily picked up over her youth which allowed her to be the perfect brain of their operations. Tomorrow, she would pose as Leedo’s masseuse while tonight was dedicated to her enjoying some of the amenities that Emmy and Ruby have had plenty of time to enjoy.

The eldest of the trio happily hummed to herself as she strolled through the main facilities, passing the saunas as she sought out one of the themed steam rooms. Through her extensive knowledge of the spa and its services, she discovered a lunar steam room that offered a pleasant benefit of infusing the steam with eucalyptus for the ultimate relaxation. Jade knew that this amenity was a popular one, waiting till the dinner hours of the evening to enjoy it in hopes of getting the entirety of the room to herself.

She shuffled through the back hallways, finally reaching a locker room designated for the lunar steam room. She hung the fluffy robe onto one of the hooks near the closest locker to the small door leading into the darkened room. She took a soothing breath, enjoying the cool air before her body would sweat out all of the built-up toxins invading her pores.

Jade swiftly moved to pull open the door leading to the steam room, turning the dial on the wall to activate the steam as she walked through a thin-tiled hallway leading to another door that revealed a small dark-tiled room with two benches facing each other. The room had blue fluorescent lighting lining the edges of the floor and ceiling. It cast the perfect tranquil environment as the soothing fragrance of eucalyptus invaded her nostrils.

She took a deep breath, relishing in the sensation of feeling her sinuses become uncongested alongside the clean aroma. She was pleasantly surprised to see that the room was completely abandoned, allowing her to pick her spot, and settle for the back corner near one of the steam ducts. She sat upon the warm tile, feeling her body relax as she leaned back against the wall, letting her limbs soften from the comfort of the steam.

Jade utilized the opportunity to let any pent-up emotions escape her mind as she enjoyed a moment alone without her two youngest intruding on her life. While she loved her friends and partners, she also needed an occasional break from their constant teasing and pestering.

After a few minutes of solitude and tranquility, she heard the soft click of the door as another spa patron entered to enjoy the benefits of the scented steam. Jade glanced up to notice a man’s physique walking toward the opposite corner of the room, seeking out a spot close to the steam ducts just as she had. Jade suddenly felt nervous to be sharing such an intimate area with a random man, biting her lip nervously as she adjusted herself on the bench.

Her eyes took in the sight of his chiseled muscles, noticing a tattoo on his ribcage as he turned to sit across from her. Her pupils widened as the sight of his back graced her with an image of a tattoo running down the length of his spine, beautifully displaying the phases of the moon as her eyes glazed over the ink between the flex of his shoulder blades. With the darkness of the room, she wasn’t able to notice many of his features until he finally took a seat on the bench across from her, his eyes flashing up to meet her stare.

Jade gasped at the unexpected reveal, watching Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise from seeing one of his adversaries casually sitting across from him. She let a sigh escape her lips with a soft groan, knowing the last thing she wanted to deal with was one of the men in his trio, especially since she was admiring his tattoos.

Her mind quickly flashed back to their dalliance at the male strip club in Australia, realizing that she had been far too flustered to observe his tattoos properly. Now all of a sudden she was admiring his ink and drooling over his physique. She shook her head in annoyance, taking a soothing breath to calm herself.

Jimin observed her irritation, settling on the bench calmly as he leaned back to enjoy the warm vapor. “I didn’t realize that was you.” He offered, wondering if she would get up and storm off from his presence. To his surprise, Jade continued to loung about on the bench, refusing to let his presence bother her.

“Sure.” Jade spoke softly, refusing to make much eye contact with him as she switched her gaze onto the blue lighting that lined the floor beneath the benches. She felt her stubborn and defensive nature kicking in, refusing to budge from her seat just as Jimin seemed set on maintaining his position across from her to enjoy the spa.

A deafening silence fell upon them as they heard nothing but the gentle hiss of the steam seeping out into the room as their lungs were consumed with the clean fragrance. Jade was purposefully avoiding looking in Jimin’s direction, feeling her heart race in her chest as the heat wrapped around her, causing her to become flustered.

Jimin on the other hand was intently glancing over her figure, admiring the way her bikini exposed her physique to him. This was the first time he had ever seen the brains of their female counterparts dressed in such little clothing, leaving little to his imagination as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

As the steam got his blood pumping, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to memories he shared with the brunette, recalling their kiss in Jennie’s mansion to avoid the guards and the sensation of her lips molding over his abdomen during the body shot in Australia. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t fight the twitch of his member as his imagination dangerously took over, his eyes devouring the sight of her body, wishing she would join him on his side of the bench.

He took a soothing breath to try and tame his raging desires, feeling the heat only bother him further as he adjusted in his seat. “So…” Jimin finally spoke, gripping the edge of the bench with his hands as he leaned forward slightly to make conversation. “What exactly is your job in seducing Mr. Kim?”

Jade blinked in surprise at his question, shifting her gaze back to find his dark eyes piercing into her. She felt herself sink under his gaze, nervously stumbling over her words as she tried to find something to say. Obviously, she didn’t want to brag about being his masseuse tomorrow. It would give him exactly the information he was searching for. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She answered plainly, hoping to end the conversation.

The corner of Jimin’s mouth pulled into a flirtatious smirk, exposing his teeth as a small laugh escaped his smile. “Let’s hope you left the flirting to your partners.” He teased, lifting his eyebrows suggestively as he bit his lip. “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” He continued, looking through her as if she was transparent. “You’re flirting back at Napa Valley was cute and all, but your little gems are far better at getting a man’s attention.”

Honestly, Jimin had found her flirting quite endearing, enjoying her innocence and naive nature. It was one of the things that drew him to her versus the two younger females of her trio, not to mention the shape of her body that was lusciously displayed for his viewing pleasure. Of course, he would never let her know that he was attracted to her, which is why he used his teasing as a way to settle his stirring arousal. He leaned back, feeling the warmth of the steam further enhance his flirtatious nature, his body becoming sweltered in heat.

Jade’s skin flushed a deeper shade of red as the heat and embarrassment pooled in her cheeks. How dare he? Of course, she wasn’t as confident and shameless as Emmy and Ruby, however she wasn’t a complete waste in seducing men. “Ha, men are so easy. They don’t think with their brains.” She added with a little bark, feeling belittled as Jimin chuckled at her comment.

“Please, you’re too naive.” Jimin countered, shaking his head as he offered her another flirtatious smirk. “You’re cute though, I’ll admit that.”

Jade felt her body tremble, infuriated that someone like Jimin would think such a thing of her. She was insulted and dejected and it was bothering her more than she cared to admit. She usually didn’t care about proving someone wrong. She didn’t know if it was the building heat between them or his insufferable teasing, but she suddenly felt the urge to put him in his place.

She quickly thought to herself, wondering what Emmy would do in a situation like this? Jimin left her flustered multiple times in the past. It was her turn to return the favor and leave him speechless. Her mind suddenly settled on a thought, internally cringing as she contemplated executing the action. She took one more glance toward Jimin, seeing his tantalizing smile as his eyes drank in the sight of her. His smug expression caused her sanity to snap as she reached behind her back, tugging the string of her bikini top as she plucked the fabric from her torso.

Jimin’s smirk quickly vanished from his face as a dumbfounded expression replaced his cheeky demeanor. Jimin could hardly catch his breath, admiring the way Jade’s perky mounds stood proudly before him, leaving him oogling over her body. “Fucking shit…” He whispered, feeling his mind go fuzzy from the heat and the salacious sight explicitly laid out before him.

Jade grinned proudly as she tossed the fabric of her top over her shoulder, cocking her hip out to the side as she relished in the way Jimin’s jaw practically dropped to the floor. “All I need are these and I’ll win over any man.” She argued, standing tall as she shot him a teasing smile. “You got something, right there.” She spoke confidently as she gestured to the corner of her mouth.

Jimin blinked out of his trance as he watched Jade strut back out of the steam room, pulling the door open to lead back toward the locker room. Jimin felt himself exhale as she stepped out, not realizing that he was holding his breath to avoid acting upon his thoughts. He sunk back on the bench, running his hands through his hair to push the damp strands back as he tried to calm his hardening length.

Meanwhile, Jade made her way out of the steam room, feeling the cold air snap her out of her delusional confidence as she quickly realized that she was bare-chested for everyone to see. “What the hell, Jade.” She scolded herself, rapidly replacing her top back onto her torso to conceal herself. She shook her head from her sudden rash decision, cringing as she went to retrieve her robe from the locker.

While her mind swirled with all of her insecurities, she couldn’t help but feel her pride swell from the reaction plastered on Jimin’s face as she left him completely speechless. She glanced back at the door of the steam room, watching Jimin stumbling out to cool off as she swiftly moved out of the locker room into the hallway, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk as she pinched her robe closed to go find Emmy and Ruby.

—

Emmy shivered as she stood in the plummeting temperatures of the Yukon, waiting for Leedo to hopefully show up just like they planned. She was bundled up in a coat with the freezing cold air that surrounded her as she stood in the darkness. Steam drifted from the springs along the resort, soothing the stiff ache in her muscles from being subjected to the frigid environment.

The forest beyond the main property creaked and cooed, the nocturnal wildlife creeping in the shadows around the perimeter of the area. Emmy inhaled the refreshing air through her lungs before exhaling between her rounded lips, debating if she should cut her losses at this point since she had been waiting for about half an hour.

She wondered what could be keeping him so long, considering how eager he seemed for her company. Was Jungkook right? Was he hooking up with other women during his stay? Or did his meeting run long? Emmy shook her head, frustrated that her thoughts drifted back to the bain of her existence.

“There you are!” She heard from behind her, snapping her head in the direction of the voice to see Leedo jogging towards her. She instantly noticed that he seemed out of breath as if he was in a hurry to get there and freshly showered. She found it slightly odd considering he was supposed to be at dinner, but ignored the little voice in her subconscious steering her away from her target. Steal his information and get out, the money would follow.

Her impatience melted as he approached her, replacing the stony expression with a more inviting smile. “I was wondering if you were still going to show up.” She cocked her hip to the side, accentuating the shape of her body as much as possible under the bulky coat.

Leedo finally caught his breath, standing close to her warmth as he collected her gently in his arms. His touch was light, but invasive as he towered over her. “Sorry about that. My meeting ran longer than expected.”

Emmy noticed the flicker in his demeanor as he lied, but continued on her conquest. Whether he was truthful or not, she still planned to rob him blind. She ran her fingers up his torso, walking her fingertips along his sternum until she could tug on the collar of his jacket. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stood on her toes, brushing their lips together. “I’m just glad you made it.”

“Me too.” She heard him groan deep in his throat and knew she had him under her spell. His hands held her around the waist, molding her body to his frame. “So, what did you exactly have in mind?”

Emmy giggled, slipping from his arms and slowly walking off the deck onto a small path that led into the forest. She looked over her shoulder, flashing him a dazzling smile. “You’ll just have to follow me and see…” Her words were ominous, but her tone was full of sexual promise. Leedo had no issue or hesitance in following the flirtatious brunette in the middle of the night.

She navigated them down the path toward small private pools that would allow them plenty of privacy from other guests of the resort and any offensive obstacles. The atmosphere was mostly dark, but the subtle illumination of the occasional lantern helped guide Emmy toward the pools while Leedo enjoyed the view from behind. She glanced over her shoulder as they approached the pools, noticing her target was focused on her assets. She sighed contently, feeling a rush course through her veins from his undivided attention.

“Here we are.” She announced, spinning on her heel to present herself in front of Leedo with the scenery of the tranquil pool displayed behind her. Dim light and the moon’s face reflected off the steaming water as she pulled him into her. “Let’s go for a little swim.” She cooed.

Leedo suddenly seemed sheepish, glancing around as if he was being watched. “I thought maybe we could go to your room instead.” He suggested.

Emmy internally cringed at the notion, slightly irritated that he was unintentionally ruining her plans. She cleared her throat, hoping her emotions were masked behind her seductive smile as she stepped into him. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” She looked up at him behind her eyelashes, moving her hands over her coat and slowly peeling the fabric away from her body. Her skin instantly bristled when exposed to the climate, the only thing keeping her warm was his close proximity and the bathing suit she wore underneath.

There was a hitch in his throat as she revealed her body, stepping away from him to retreat into the warm waters. He began salivating as she stood waist-deep in the pool before undoing the strings of her bikini top. “Fuck…” He whispered under his breath as her nipples instantly hardened from the cold air.

She twirled the article around her finger, letting the fabric wrap around her wrist as she lowered herself into the water. “Come on in.” She crooked her finger, drawing him in as he scurried to remove his clothes. He huffed when the temperatures hit his bare skin, pushing through the discomfort until he dipped his whole body into the pool.

Emmy hummed contently as she swam to him, crawling into his lap as his arms wrapped around her naked torso. His hands supported her ass, letting her core press against his member which slowly came to life after the flash freeze of getting undressed. “This is much better.” She cooed, curling her arms around his neck and tossing her bikini top onto the edge of the rocks surrounding them.

There was a rumble of approval, “Yeah.” Leedo reached up to cup her cheek, bringing their lips together while dragging her over his naked thighs. Emmy could feel his dick prodding against her thigh as she fell into his kiss, pushing back harder so that he was close to the rocks.

Emmy clawed at his scalp, digging her nails through the roots of his hair as his hands squeezed the swell of her ass, fingers teasing the seam of her bottoms. She adjusted her legs, sitting up higher on his waist as she pulled his head back, hovering over him as she slipped her tongue over his lip. She ignored the pit in her stomach when she felt smooth skin instead of the familiar cool metal, pushing forward to intoxicate her victim.

Leedo parted his lips, accepting her tongue as it flicked against his own while his back muscles flexed against the smooth rocks. His hands moved up her spine, massaging her body under his strong palms as her breasts sat heavily against his chest. The adrenaline running through his veins went rampant as he became more aggressive in his actions, his hands working harder on her body as his teeth nicked at her bottom lip.

Emmy pulled back from his assault, shivers rattling her core at the sensations he was inducing. She panted for breath as his lips eagerly sucked at the skin of her neck, trailing down to her ample breasts. His arms raised her higher, his teeth latching over one of her pert nipples as she cried out into the night air. Her senses buzzed with excitement as the crisp breeze swept over her skin while Leedo warmed her with his tongue.

Her legs tightened around his middle as he devoured her supple flesh, Emmy stealing the opportunity to sneak his phone into her belongings haphazardly strewn on the forest ground. Keeping one hand against Leedo’s head, she used the other to reach into his discarded pants to shimmy the device from his pocket. She yelped when he abruptly switched to her other bud, the cold snapping against the one he left abandoned. Her hand clutched the device as her body adjusted to the change, moving slowly to hide it amongst her clothing.

Just before she could slip it into her pile, the phone vibrated loudly as the face lit up to display the picture of a beautiful woman. Emmy gasped as she tossed the phone away, only able to notice that the caller's identification was labeled as Claudia. Leedo pushed Emmy away, urgently moving to retrieve his device. He didn’t seem to realize that it was lying on the ground as he was too concerned with seeing the name of the caller. “Shit!” He cursed, hopping out of the warm pool and quickly gathering his things.

Emmy curled her eyebrow, curious as to why he seemed to be leaving when she was so close to getting what she needed. “What’s wrong?”

Leedo stopped, holding his clothes against his naked frame despite the chill creeping over his wet body. His eyes were wide and the phone continued to go off as he tried to think of an excuse. What surprised her was the laugh that escaped his throat as he played the whole thing off. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…It’s getting late so I should probably head back.”

As he started getting dressed, the phone finally stopped vibrating. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his pants up. Emmy leaned up on the rocks, batting her eyelashes up at him, “Are you sure you can’t stay?”

Leedo glanced down, nervously biting his nail as he looked at the tops of her breasts peaking out from the surface of the water. She picked up on his hesitation, anticipating that maybe he would change his mind again, but his phone started vibrating again. “Damn, I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Emmy pouted, watching him quickly throw his clothes back on, unconcerned with the disheveled appearance as he bid his goodbyes. She collapsed against the rock, feeling defeated and slightly rejected when he hurried back up the path without even making sure she made it back to the main resort. She groaned, thinking back on what Jungkook mentioned earlier. “I hate when he’s right.”

—

Ruby had her eye on the prize while approaching the entrance of the spa with her partner in crime, Emmy. “I can’t wait for this to be over.” She chattered from the cold air outside as Emmy grabbed the door handle. Ruby made it very apparent that she preferred warm weather over the frigid cold of the Yukon. She knew the second they were done with their catch, they would be heading back to the heat of Las Vegas.

Emmy chuckled, embracing the crisp breeze that blew by before they stepped inside the facility. “Come on, we’re at a hot spring. What’s there to complain about?” She peered over at her lean counterpart with a smirk tucked at her lips.

Ruby only glared back, impatient with the sarcasm oozing from her friend. “Just get us checked in so I can do my job.” Emmy only chuckled as she stepped up toward the counter, settling the reservation that Jade arranged for them.

Ruby stole an opportunity to look at her phone, reviewing the message Jade sent right as Leedo got settled into his appointment. The message confirmed his room number and the opportune time for Ruby to sneak in to steal his things. After ensuring she had the correct information, she began to pace the lobby taking slow methodical steps to avoid raising suspicion as she surveyed the layout. To her delight, only a couple of rooms were visible from the lobby before there was a sharp turn in the corridor.

Emmy continued to talk to the receptionist as Ruby spotted the cameras placed in the main lobby and down the hall, hoping Jade accommodated for their footage during their appointment. “Ruby!” The sharp whisper of Emmy snatched her attention. “We can go to the room now.” She acknowledged, seeming impatient after waiting for her friend to stop scoping the place out.

Ruby made a noise of mild surprise, acting aloof as she followed the youngest in their group. Emmy turned the corner, out of the view of the receptionist and Ruby grinned at the ease of the situation. “Perfect.” She muttered to herself noticing their room was just down the hall from Leedo’s.

Emmy opened the door, revealing a gray stone room highlighted by soft lighting over the small vanity and embedded like stars in the ceiling. Two luxurious massage tables were settled in the middle, covered with silk sheets, matching towels, and a decorative lotus flower. Emmy quickly swept over the room, noticing a discreet closet hidden just by the door. “This is where we put our things.” She mentioned, opening the closet to reveal a clean set of towels for them to use.

She handed one of the rolled-up towels to Ruby, sharing a knowing look as they went to their respective corners before dressing down for their treatment. “You know, we should do these more often.” Ruby commented, pulling her shirt over her head.

Emmy paused, turning her head to speak in Ruby’s direction as she held her shirt at her waist. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I bet Jade would enjoy it.” She added, knowing their intellectual rarely relaxed. None of them did really, but even when they weren’t on a job, their friend was constantly doing research and tying up loose ends.

Ruby laughed, thinking of their more reserved friend getting a massage. “What if we hire a male masseuse?” The two women stopped, looking back at each other with a knowing look before busting out in laughter. “She’d die.” She chuckled, her body shaking from the rapid movement of her diaphragm.

“It’s going on my bucket list.” Emmy wiped a fake tear as images of Jade becoming even more tense during a massage rather than relaxing played in her head. “I wonder how she’s surviving with Leedo?”

Ruby continued dressing down, readjusting her view as she shimmied her pants down her legs. “As long as she’s keeping him distracted, it doesn’t matter.” She stepped out of her clothing before wrapping the towel around her body and gathering the bundle in her arms. “Ready?” She asked.

Emmy quickly shuffled her things together, standing upright and turning on her heel. “Yep!” She moved back over to the closet, placing their things in the cubby. “You’ve got your phone, right?”

She glanced back at Ruby who gently patted her hip, “I got it right here.” When she pressed against the towel, there was an unnatural rectangular shape hidden beneath the fabric. Ruby had tucked the device into the waistband of her underwear so that she could scan Leedo’s information.

Emmy grinned as she shut the door, moving to hop on the massage table. “Oh my god, I need these sheets on my bed.” She smoothed the fabric with her palm, savoring the silk material beneath her fingertips.

Ruby sat on her own massage table, touching the sheets in response to Emmy’s comment. She nodded in agreement, laying down across the expanse of the surface to relish in the luxurious comfort.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door to which Emmy called out, “Come in.”

A woman slowly peeked her head inside, smiling as she noticed the two women on the tables. She stepped further into the room, “Hello, my name is Olivia and this is JK. We’ll be treating you today.” She moved to the side, allowing a familiar man to slip into the door before the door was closed behind him.

Ruby whipped her head towards Emmy, watching her jaw drop as Jungkook leaned against the door. Her shock quickly wore off as she narrowed her eyes sharply in his direction. Ruby bit her lip to keep from laughing as Jungkook continued to stare back, undeterred by her heated glare.

Emmy stopped listening to Olivia as she began going over the procedure for the massage. Her focus was intent on burning a hole through Jungkook’s skull, hoping to watch him crumble where he stood. His eyes never left her, staring at her just intently as if challenging each other to look away.

“Are you ready to get started?” Olivia asked, glancing around the room. She noticed the tension between her partner and the client almost immediately. “Is there an issue?” She wondered, hoping their new transfer wasn’t making the guest uncomfortable.

Emmy shook her head, fixing the stony expression on her face as she smiled back at the female masseuse. “Nope.” She placed a strong emphasis on the p sound as her eyes flickered toward Jungkook.

Olivia seemed apprehensive, but slowly gestured toward the tables, suggesting the women lay face down to start their session. Emmy curled her tongue over the front of her teeth as Jungkook looked at her, waiting to approach. She made a noise of irritation before getting on her back and taking rigid breaths through her nose.

She peeked over at Ruby who seemed thoroughly amused by her predicament while Olivia adjusted her onto the table. Emmy pressed her lips firmly together as she glanced back up to see a smirking Jungkook hovering above her head. “Just relax…” He cooed, reaching toward the small table just beside him to grab a bottle of massage oil.

Emmy narrowed her eyes, fighting every urge in her body to tell him to fuck off. The only thing that kept her restrained was the kind employee working on Ruby’s shoulders. She watched intently as he rubbed the oil in his hands lathering his palms until they were smooth to the touch. Once he was satisfied he leaned down by her head, his lips just by her ear. “Are you ready, baby girl?” He kept his voice low to avoid any suspicion.

Emmy turned her head, letting their noses brush as her eyes were level with his lips from their unusual position. “Your move.” She dared.

He chuckled, standing up once again as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Under his touch, her muscles became taught as the feeling of vulnerability started to sink in. “You’re so tense.” He dragged his palms down her arms before bringing them back up again, noticing the movement of her body against his ministrations. “I can’t imagine why.”

Emmy mocked him with her facial expressions, mimicking him poorly as he rubbed his hands over her upper body. She inhaled sharply when his motions moved to her chest, dragging across the top of her breasts. “Don’t get any ideas.” She hissed between her teeth.

Jungkook merely hummed, smoothing his palms over the shape of her curves, running along the path of her torso as his gaze fixated on the supple mounds. He leaned over the table, hovering his waist above her head as his hands dragged up along the towel covering her and came all the way back up to her neck. Emmy moaned as his fingers massaged the roots of her scalp, closing her eyes while he sent jolts of electricity down her spine. His deep chuckle caused her to snap her eyes up at him. “That felt good, huh?”

Emmy bitterly turned her head away, seeking Ruby out. Her friend seemed lost in her own world as she puddled into the hands of the female masseuse. Emmy ignored Jungkook’s deliberate attempts to bring her attention back to him as he pressed firmly against her joints and muscles. Olivia moved to Ruby’s side, working along her arms as Jungkook seemed to follow suit. She lightly snapped her fingers, trying to get Ruby’s attention.

Jungkook noticed what she was trying to do and maneuvered himself to block her view, taking her hand in his as he began applying pressure to her knuckles. He grinned mischievously as he released small pops from the motions, switching his technique as he dragged his hands around her limb, softening the tension.

She huffed in response, turning her head in the other direction. She heard Jungkook scoff, gently resting her hand back on the massage table. She nearly cracked her neck when she felt his hands on her thighs, adjusting her leg so that he could knead the flesh with large, warm hands. She clutched the fabric of her towel to fight the overwhelming pleasure she got from feeling his hands on her body.

She glanced down at him long enough to see the proud smirk on his face before she dropped her head back to the table. Her emotions were conflicting as she convinced herself that she should hate how he was making her feel, but arguably, he shouldn’t be bothering her at all. Regardless, his touch being so close to her intimacy did well to remind her of how he felt between her legs, and she wasn’t happy about it.

“I’m sorry, but is there a bathroom I can use?” Ruby asked aloud.

This grabbed the attention of everyone in the room, Olivia pausing in her service to glance at her client. She hesitated, unprepared for the interruption as she pulled her hands away from Ruby. “Uh, yes. It’s just around the corner, out in the hallway.”

“Thank you!” Ruby made a theatrical exit from the room, squeezing her legs together as if she could barely hold it.

Jungkook continued moving his hands along Emmy’s body, unapologetically looking at Olivia as if her simply standing there was throwing off his technique. The woman became uncomfortable under his stare and quickly looked away, noticing that they could use a new bottle of massage oil. “I’ll be right back.” She muttered, quickly leaving the room with Emmy at the mercy of Jungkook.

The second the door was closed, Emmy sat up to slap his hands away from her body while he gave her leg a firm tug. “Turn over.” He demanded.

Emmy flared up, her eyes blazing as she tried to crawl away from his hold. “Let go of me.”

Jungkook dragged her to the edge of the table, forcing himself between her legs as he caged her against his stature. “I’ll give you one more chance. Turn around on your own or I’ll make you.”

Her head was tipped back to look up into his impatient stare, “I’d like to see you-”

She was abruptly cut off when Jungkook stepped away from her, using her arm as leverage to get her to spin around before pushing her over the massage table. She gasped as his palm smacked across her ass, the sting lingering as his hands gripped her thighs and pushed her up onto the silk sheets. She collapsed from his quick movements, her torso smothered onto the table while his hands run up her thighs and cupped her ass. He applied pressure to slide her body into position, letting her face rest on the pillow.

He gave her another slap to the backside once her body slumped into the massage table in defeat. “Girls who don’t listen get punished, baby girl. “ He tutted, replacing his firm touch with gentle kneading as he worked the underside of her thighs, playing with the plump flesh like dough.

Emmy’s blood tingled with excitement as his fingers traced the inner parts of her thigh, nearly brushing her underwear, but her spite forced her legs to snap shut. Jungkook only chuckled, prying them back apart. “Relax. Are you worried I’ll feel how wet you are?” Emmy tried to scoff until he spread her legs apart, skimming his knuckle across the crotch of her panties. “Guess I need to warm you up some more.”

“You don’t need to do shit.” He spanked her again, his hand lingering as he squeezed the swell of her ass. “Asshole.” She groaned, smothering her frustration in the pillow as he manipulated her body.

“I think you just need to get laid…especially after your fail last night.” Jungkook laughed as her body became rigid with his confession.

She twisted her body to the side, just enough to look at him, “You were spying on me?”

Jungkook turned her back on her belly, slipping his hand under her towel and pushing her panties away from his destination. “I was watching him, you were an added bonus. I did appreciate your little show in the pool. I always enjoy seeing the girls.” His fingertips played with her folds, slipping through the moisture that was spilling from her pussy.

Emmy keened when his index brushed over her sensitive clit, clutching the edge of the table in the same way she clung to her sanity. She refused to let this man get the best of her despite how good he made her feel. “Fuck.” She cursed, biting her lip as her body involuntarily moved against his hand. She was pent up, pissed, and wanted to take it all out on him.

“God, you’re lucky I can’t fuck you right now.” He moved his hand to brush her entrance, probing the hole with his fingertips. “I could just slip inside so easy…” He pushed two fingers in, gliding them along her walls. “I miss how good you feel.” He groaned, one hand squeezing her thigh as the other worked to pump his fingers in and out of her dripping core.

“I hate you.” She muttered, her words slurring from the pleasure that overtook her. Her body was so responsive to his touch, and his voice alone had her under a spell. However, the way he talked to her practically enslaved her, rattled in his seductive chains to do with her as he pleased. She weakly allowed him to commandeer her actions, giving him access to her needs and desires with every thrust of his hand.

She panted when his fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that shot straight through her limbs. His pace picked up, causing Emmy to curl in on herself, writhing in pleasure as she was exposed to his treatment. Her ears buzzed as blood rushed to her head, unaware of the footsteps just outside the door. It wasn’t until Jungkook abruptly pulled away that Emmy realized they were nearly caught by Olivia.

Jungkook swiftly wiped his fingers on the silk sheet, making sure to return to the routine of a Swedish massage. “Is she still in the bathroom?” The female masseuse asked, surprised that Ruby had not returned after being away for several minutes.

Jungkook silently shook his head, biting his lip as he watched Emmy crumble from the interruption. Emmy mustered a shaky, “No,” before melting into the silk. His chest swelled with pride, the pit that seemed to grow in his stomach now filled with a warmth that stirred down to his groin. Even though she continued to fight him, he could certainly boast that she wanted him sexually despite her best efforts. He was determined to break her down, time and time again.

Olivia sighed, moving to check the restroom, but gasped when she opened the door to see Ruby sheepishly standing outside in the hall with her knuckles raised to knock against the surface. “Sorry…I forgot which room we were in.” Olivia looked unamused but fixed the smile on her face as she allowed Ruby to return to her massage table to finish her session.

—

Emmy impatiently tapped her fingers across the lacquer of the dining table, looking across at Ruby who seemed just as bored. “What’s taking her so long?” Ruby focused on her nails, inspecting the cuticles.

Emmy looked out the large windows of the cafe, searching for the familiar brunette that insisted she needed to finish covering their asses from the day prior. “I don’t know.” Her view was somewhat obscured since the windows faced one of the main pools and they were a fair distance from the entrance. She sighed, resting her cheek against her palm as her stomach grumbled. “She better hurry up, I’m starving.”

Ruby held up her menu, reading the descriptions of food, and groaned, “Same.”

There was a small clatter that broke through the quiet ambiance, drawing the two female’s attention toward an erratic woman shuffling between the tables. They instantly recognized their brainiac as she clambered into the chair next to Emmy. “Sorry, it was very difficult to hack the cameras after Leedo’s deep tissue massage.” Jade flexed her hands, wincing as the soreness in her knuckles flared. “It was like rubbing down a rock.” She complained, after spending nearly an hour the day before keeping Leedo relaxed while Ruby robbed him blind.

Emmy hummed with mischief, “How was that?” She could only imagine Jade struggling to keep her composure with someone as handsome as Leedo would simply make her nervous by being in the same proximity, let alone being almost naked.

Jade was oblivious to her teasing, “I don’t know how people do that every day. The technique is exhausting.”

“Of course, that’s what you focused on.” Emmy commented, sarcasm dripping from her lips as she softly shook her head in disbelief. Ruby giggled as Emmy’s expression turned deadpan.

“Did you give him a happy ending?” Ruby continued to laugh as Jade glanced across the table, her face horrified.

“Ew, no!” Jade was stunned as the two women busted into laughter. She reimagined her predicament from the spa day, dwelling on the empty flirting that fell from his lips that she ignored as she kept her attention on fulfilling his massage and making sure Ruby was able to do her part of the mission. “He was a sleaze though so it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s gotten one before.”

“Right? He had the worst pick-up lines.” Emmy chimed in. The girls shared a moment, mocking their most recent victim. They relished in the victories plenty of times, but it was always extra special to know they were fucking over someone deserving like the obvious womanizer Leedo was. “At least now he can buy us lunch.”

Ruby was eager to order their food, bothering Jade to look over the menu so they could wave down a waiter. After a moment, Jade picked out her meal and was able to submit their request to be made. This would be their last experience at the resort before they decided on their next destination, and a hearty lunch was deserved after a job well done.

Ruby finally pulled out the variety of cards she pulled from Leedo’s wallet, slipping them across the table to Jade. “Which one should we use?” She asked.

Emmy curiously looked over, trying to see the type of bank cards he had in his wallet, but noticed Jade flipping through them oddly. Her brow furrowed as she lifted her gaze to the confusion on Jade’s face. “What’s wrong?”

The techy turned the cards in her direction, displaying the logos and cardholder name, wordlessly Emmy was stunned to read the name Claudia Laurent on a MasterCard. Jade flipped through the rest, showing Emmy that all the cards had the same name. “All his cards are in a woman’s name.” Jade finally shared with Ruby.

Ruby’s eyebrows shot up over her forehead, “What? How is that possible?” The girls shared a look of confusion, each one coming up with their own scenario. “Do you think he stole them too?”

Emmy scoffed, “Please that man has only one thing on his mind and money isn’t it.”

Jade chewed her lip in thought, running different possibilities in her head. “That’s the only logical explanation though…right?”

Emmy vaguely remembered the name on his phone and went to share that particular detail with her friends until a boisterous voice cut through the atmosphere. “Claudia!” Emmy instantly recognized the name as she turned her head to see Jungkook approaching a middle-aged woman dressed in expensive furs.

She nudged her elbow against Jade’s ribs, gesturing towards the scene Jungkook was making as he kissed each cheek of this supposed Claudia. The trio of women watched intently as Jungkook proceeded to charm this woman, his hands holding her close to him gently. Emmy rolled her eyes as Claudia ate his flirtatious mannerisms, falling into his hands easily just like all the others he preyed on.

“I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” He cooed, tipping her chin up with his finger before delivering a wink. Claudia seemed beside herself as this man swept her off her feet before leaving the cafe, glancing back at the ever-handsome Jungkook until she turned the corner and was no longer seen. Jungkook relaxed once she was gone, his gaze instantly locking with Emmy as he moved across the restaurant.

“Shit.” Jade cursed, stashing the cards away in her small purse as he approached their table.

Just as they disappeared, Jungkook smacked his hands onto the surface of their table with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hello, ladies. What a lovely surprise!” His whole demeanor screamed that he was looking to cause them trouble and this put the girls on high alert as they leaned away from his looming presence.

“What could you possibly want now?” Emmy droned, agitated by all the obstacles he added to their once smooth plan.

Jungkook feigned hurt, placing a hand to his chest as if her words wounded him. “I was just coming to see my favorite gems.” He winked at Ruby who continued to show indifference. He waited for a response in return, but only received an eye roll from Emmy. “Well, actually I did want to let you in on a little secret.” He placed his hands on the chair Ruby was sitting on, looking at her expectantly. “Do you mind if I borrow this seat?”

“Yep.” She obnoxiously popped the p sound in the same way Emmy did it the day before.

Jungkook chuckled, amused by the shared trait with his klepto Barbie, and glanced behind him for a spare chair that was convenient for him to grab. He reached across the walkway to pull a chair across the floor, allowing the legs to drag loudly against the tile. Emmy went to argue as he settled into their table, but Jungkook stopped her with his hand raised. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Jade looked between the pair as Emmy regrettably backed down, looking back to Jungkook out of curiosity. Jungkook only ever approached them if he had one of his men with him, but this time he was boldly challenging all three on his own. She had a bad feeling that this had something to do with their score, and he seemed all too confident for it to be in their favor.

Jungkook grinned as he rested his elbows on the table, smiling at the girls individually. “I just want to say, good job. You really outdid yourself this time.” His tone was not lost on them as they recognized his attempt at a playful jab. “However, I recommend using those cards fast because the proper owner will be canceling them very shortly.”

He noticed the shared look between the three women, confusion slowly morphing over their expressions. He chuckled at their endearing pouts, “Did you see that lovely woman I was talking to? That’s Claudia Laurent, the proud account holder of the credit cards you stole.” Their uncertainty began to fade as they realized Jungkook seemed too all aware of their current dilemma. “She was also involved with our good friend, Leedo.”

There was a silence as the women digested the information, a blanket of understanding falling over them. “Was?” Jade noticed the emphasis he placed on the past tense of their relationship.

Jungkook smirked at her, “Yeah, apparently our sugar baby was flirting with every pair of legs so he got cut off.” He pulled a false pout over his lips in mockery. “What a shame. Sorry girls, I guess you weren’t that special and you were going after the wrong person.”

Emmy clicked her tongue, irritated as he laughed in their faces. “Are you done?” She snapped. She glared at him, hoping that her stare would drive him away, but instead, he smiled back at her like the cat that caught the canary.

“Yep.” He grinned, mimicking the two women’s mannerisms as he pushed back in his chair, creating the awful dragging sound as he stood up from the table. “I’ll let you enjoy your lunch.” He winked, his eyes never leaving Emmy as he proudly walked away.

The table was quiet as Ruby and Jade flicked their eyes towards Emmy to gauge her temper. They noticed her jaw was clenched as she burned a hole through the backrest of the chair Jungkook once sat in. Jade slipped the card from her purse again and showed it to Ruby. “Should we try this one?”

“If it works, I’m getting food to-go and dessert,” Ruby added, grabbing the drink menu. “Maybe some mimosas for the road. They’ll keep me warm till we get to Vegas.”

Jade smiled sheepishly, playing with her hands nervously as she avoided looking up at the heat enthusiast. “Um…about that…”

“Bitch, you better be joking.”

#bts smut #jeon jungkook #park jimin #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook fanfic #park jimin fanfic #kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #jeon jungkook smut #oneus leedo

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Once, I had a dream where Og!Cale had been travelling back and forth between Rain City and Little Garden. Then he had to stay on his natal world for a few years, no world hopping for a while, only to come back at Azi Dahaka trying to squash his Kuro-noona's new friend.

He was pissed off.

Just to be clear, he didn't come back alone at that time. His previous travels had been just him teleporting from his room to Little Garden, and then back again, without anyone noticing. This one, however, was not his doing. Mostly.

It's just that he got bored easily and Little Garden's games were fun. It's just that he has always been good at riddles, so beginning with games based on intelligence and deduction skills was the logic thing to do. It was that he got luck and won useful gifts. And it was that winning other kind of games becomes easier the more gifts you have. And, maybe, it was that he didn't realize exactly how well-known was himself between the people there.

Okay, so maybe not having to act the same trash role as always has taken quite a big weight of his shoulders. He felt so free that he forgot to pay attention to his reputation. Running here and there, doing whatever he wants.

(Now that was a luxury he would never indulge in his homeland. Cale could buy almost anything in Rain City, but being himself was not one of them. That was the choice he made, because the price would had been too high.)

Then, one of the residents of Little Garden had heard about him and decided to challenge him. Cale had been at the Henituse County at that time, pondering the pros and cons of healing himself. The child and the foreign god had surprised him a bit, but it was a pleasant surprise. It has been a while since he had been challenged by a kid like this.

The god, some guy that got dragged as the responsible adult— a plant-based deity, if he had to guess—, is designated as the impartial third part. They're not in Little Garden right now, so an extra pair of eyes to act as a judge is necessary. And he won't lie. "Even if I wanted, I wouldn't be able to, since I'm currently under punishment from a previous game", is what he says.

The kid— a redhead with reptilian pupils (was she a dragon?)— also offers a nice deal. Most likely because she doesn't owns a Host Master Authority, she prepared a tempting price for him: salvation from an uncoming danger.

The [salvation] she means is, in simple terms, a massive transmigration to Little Garden. Of course, it doesn't apply just to him, but to anyone of his world according Cale's conditions. (If his conditions include almost everyone who isn't responsible of the threat, and maybe some more that are, that's between him and his guests). Is not Cale's ideal method to keep his family safe, but is the avaible one. Which is good enough for him.

The punishment for Cale if he loses would be just his strongest gift. A bargain, if he says so.

Sure, he likes that gift, is one of his favorites, even. But its worth is not remotely close to his family's lives. Besides, she's not asking his whole deck of cards. 'She would have to wait too much to play with him again if he did so', is what the kid said.

Naturally, Cale accepted.

He also won, but because they were too into the game, they ended up landing on the capital. Inside giant bubbles and with blindfolds covering their eyes. And just in the middle of the Plaza. He's going to have to explain a thing or two to his family, isn't him?

It was good then, that Little Garden wasn't ruled by a noble society.— Noble what? We have demon lords and host masters. Even deities don't get a pass.— Because there's no way his trash persona survives the inquire.

Anyway, the kid kept her word and fulfilled her part of the deal right there. In a matter of seconds, the stone floor under them became grass and their surround changed.

"Space control, my element", she cleared out. Definitely a dragon, then. And one of his world, it seems.

She looked so proud that Cale didn't have the heart to tell her she has just let out two big hints about herself. She's still young, isn't her?

But it was an impressive power. The thousands of people (and maybe even more) hadn't have time to panic before being teleported to a completely different world. Although it seemed like there were some people already grasping into the situation.

However, before they could start asking questions, a little black blurr flew right into the red haired girl.

"Noona! That old white lizard is back! The Rabbit-noona and her friends are fighting him!"

...What.

"Kuro-noona!"

The red dragon stayed still, blinking at the space where his new friend had been just a moment ago.

"Wow, Noona, that red human is really fast!"

Yes, he is. After all, a great dragon like her had almost not being able to see him leave.

Bonus

Bassen, after he met with most of his family: Where is hyung-nim?

Violan: I think I saw him over the front.

Lily: *sees a bright red blurr* He left!

Deruth: What?!

Lily, wide eyed: *raises her voice* That he left!

Bassen, still looking right and left for him: when?

Lily: Just now! He was like "fwoshh". Like a lightning :D

Bonus II

Izayoi: *about to be impaled by a bastard*

Azi Dahaka, the bastard: *about to open a new hole through this brat*

Cale, falling from the sky in pure rage: —your ugly-ass paws away from my friends, scaly-branded cerberus, discount hydra fucker!

Azi Dahaka: *freezes* what?

Izayoi: *snorts*

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So, a few things more about this dream/AU:

•Cale's deck of cards is like it sounds: a deck of [gift] cards. Bro seriously did not intended to collect so many, but he was having fun.

•If you're wondering why or how can Cale travel to Little Garden and back to home, I think it was a present a sort of big deity gave to him. I have this vague memory of twelve-ish year old Cale sitting on a bed in a milky way-looking room, a giant pink lady standing besides him. She was really cheerful.

•When he is in Little Garden, he spends a lot of time at the No Name community. So much to the point he has his own room there. The only reason he hasn't joined the community is because he still wasn't a full-time resident of that world, an therefore he has some restrictions.

•Due to those restrictions, he can't use all his acquired gifts back outside what counts like Little Garden's world. Most of them get blocked or restrained when he goes back home. The ones who doesn't are the one who lets him jump between worlds, a healing gift and one that basically works like a library. The reason of this is to avoid a big disbalance in his and other worlds.

•Before this, Cale had been on a break from world hopping. He wanted to get officially out of the heir position before going back. With his 18 birthday coming soon, he had to do it soon before someone realizes that he's tecnically still the heir. (Then Choi Han happened). He hasn't seen his friends for almost a year.

•He usually gets into games/fights alone, but he's strong point are group fights where he can help them and use the battlefield like his own scenery.

•He had a gift even since before putting a step into Little Garden, but he wasn't aware. Is not something useful for most games, specially not friendly ones. Deathly fights, however... Let's say he can touch souls, and pulling one out of its body, hence separating them, is not something you can survive. He either fails and his enemy lives, or he succeeds and his enemy dies. He only has used it to pull a soul all the way once before, and it was a possession. The owner of the body was already dead by then, sadly.

•One of his gifts can be used like a warrior legion. It looks like ghostly samurais: glowing, translucid japanese warriors with an ominous aura. He got it from a war deity. (In my dream, he used it to fight Azi Dahaka)

•The gift he used to get to Izayoi and Kuro Usagi so fast was actually an object. A magic hooverboard, basically. Though he is fast, just thought saving energy would be better.

•He and Jack-o-lantern are close buddies. They met when he was thirteen, still so young and naive, travelling around Little Garden for the best sweets. Jack managed to trick him and then teased him about it (not to be mean, he was just to easy to annoy and his face went red really fast, looking like a red panda). In reprisal, Cale kept showing up near him, eating pumpkin desserts for a whole month. Somehow, they grew found of each other in a uncle-nephew relationship. Cale calls him uncle Jack.

•After the fight with Azi Dahaka, Jin presented Cale to the newest members. He and Asuka have a weird rich-kids conversation that no one else understands where they only spoke one or two words per turn (they were comparing life experiences).

•Yo, in all of her cat learned manners, measured him, determined he was not going to harm them, and blinked twice to show approval. For everyone else it looked like she stared at him for a long minute before blinking again. For some reason, Cale feels like Hans would be found of her.

•Izayoi and him get along like a house on fire. Izayoi likes to cause chaos and Cale likes to watch the chaos. Instant friendship. Although Asuka is absolutely sure that Izayoi has a puppy crush on Cale. (Idk if he has, dream asuka was always like "I know what you're" to Izayoi. Most likely not going to happen tho. Cale sees anyone younger than him like "little sibling aged")

•Cale finally joins No Name and some people of his previous world decides to follow as well.

•Lily and Lily bounding.

•Not really important but quite funny: in my dream, because Cale kept running here and there, kicking ass and being a decent person, but forgetting to properly introduce himself, he got an embarrasing nickname. "The Crimson Knight", they say. Cale was so ashamed when he found out. It took years for him to get used to it. Lily was thrilled once she heard about it.

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Propaganda

1. La Orden de Toledo: Paseos imaginarios en tiempos de vanguardia (The Order of Toledo: Imaginary walks in avant-garde times)

Author: Pantoja Rivero, Juan Carlos

Editorial: Covarrubias Ediciones

Edition: 2019

Synopsis: The Order of Toledo was, above all, an avant-garde fantasy of the brilliant film director Luis Buñuel, who knew how to infect his friends from the Generation of '27 to the Spanish intellectuality of the first third of the 20th century. Together, they dedicated themselves to living Toledo as if it were the great stage of a surrealist montage, in an artistic (or anti-artistic and irational) contrast with the monumentality and historical past of the old dead city.

(Well, in my blog I have been making posts about The Order of Toledo and the book is a valuable source)

2. Toledo: La ciudad de los muertos (Toledo: The city of the dead)

Author: Leblic García, Ventura Editorial: Covarrubias Ediciones Edition: 2013

Synopsis: Toledo. A large historical necropolis where Carpetans, Romans, Visigoths, Muslims, Jews and Christians rest...their rites around death, beliefs, customs, evolution of the cemetery spaces...

(I have posted the scans of the first pages of this books and I'm planning to keep on posting them but I wanted to know if you want scans from another book)

3. De Mayrit a Madrid: Madrid y los árabes del siglo IX al siglo XXI (From Mayrit to Madrid: Madrid and the Arabs from the 9th century to the 21st century) Editors: Madrid. Casa Árabe e Instituto Internacional de Estudios Árabes y del Mundo Musulmán ; Barcelona ; Madrid: Lunwerg Edition: 2011

Synopsis: This work deals with the Arab-Islamic past (Andalusian, Mudejar and Moorish) of Madrid and its forgotten heritage since it is the only European capital whose origins and name are linked to Arabic.

Revisiting that past and making it known is the objective of this work, which wants to rescue knowledge of a relationship between Madrid and the Arabs that does not end in the Middle Ages, since the town and court maintained various links with what was over time. Arab through diplomatic delegations, Arab figures welcomed by the city, valuable collections of manuscripts and numismatics, a romantic architectural taste that seeded the city with unique neo-Islamic buildings or Hispano-Arab scientific and cultural institutions. And, finally, the cosmopolitan and intercultural reconversion of the city has made it the recipient of a new Arab and Muslim immigration that once again gives human visibility to this relationship between Madrid and the Arab.

4. La Judería de Toledo (The Jewish Quarter of Toledo)

Author: Passini, Jean

Editorial: Ediciones del Sofer

Edition: 2014

Synopsis: The work reveals the vestiges of the areas of medieval Toledo Jewry and its history. It collects a topographical reading of its evolution and offers the main elements through maps, plans and high-quality color photographs.

5. Casas y casas principales urbanas : el espacio doméstico de Toledo a fines de la Edad Media (Houses and main urban houses: the domestic space of Toledo at the end of the Middle Ages)

Author: Passini, Jean. Editor: Toledo. Universidad de Castilla-La Mancha

Edition: 2004

Synopsis: This work is an extension of previous research on different districts, and seeks, for the city as a whole, to “understand the genesis of medieval urban space, to follow its transformations and successive reappropriations” , mainly with the aim of understanding, for one of the ancient provincial capitals of al-Andalus, the modalities of the transition from the Muslim city of the end of the eleventh century (time of its occupation by the Christians) to the Castilian city of the end of the Middle Ages. The main documentary basis of the work is a very important and very detailed inventory of the real estate of the Cathedral Chapter, an inventory carried out in 1491-1492, which covers a considerable heritage of 557 various buildings located in 64 sites or districts. The identification and location of houses, shops, mesones or fondouks and other urban buildings, often difficult on the current plot, has however resulted in the careful study of more than half of these old buildings. The systematic comparison of the text from the end of the Middle Ages with the remains still visible above ground or underground (and this very meticulous and patient work in the cellars of current Toledan houses is one of the great originalities of the research of Jean Passini) gave the results which are presented in this latest publication.

6. España medieval : el origen de las ciudades (Medieval Spain: the origin of the cities)

Authors: Novoa Portela, Feliciano; Villalba Ruiz de Toledo, F. Javier Editors: Barcelona ; Madrid : Lunwerg, D.L.

Edition: 2012

Synopsis: A fascinating essay that will teach us to look at and understand our cities better. In the pages of this essay we will analyze the Roman origins, the Islamic, Christian and European influences to discover the cultural melting pot that marks the Spanish urban legacy, without forgetting some disappeared cities that tell us their history through archaeological remains.

7. Valle-Inclán y el insólito caso del hombre con rayos x en los ojos (Valle-Inclán and the unusual case of the man with x-rays in his eyes)

Editors: Madrid. La Felguera

Edition: 2014 Synopsis: In 1923, a piece of news sparked great controversy among intellectuals, journalists and scientists. Joaquín Argamasilla, a young descendant of a family of aristocrats, claimed to have x-ray vision that allowed him to see through opaque bodies. The controversy, which divided half the country between defenders and detractors of the strange case, reached the highest circles. In April, at the initiative of Queen María Cristina, a commission was established to study the case, chaired by Ramón y Cajal. Valle-Inclán came to Argamasilla's defense and the great Harry Houdini challenged him to a public demonstration in New York.

(Joaquín Argamasilla, Harry Houdini, Valle-Inclán, Ramón y Cajal... yep, we're thinking the same, episode 2xO6, Tiempo de Magia, from El Ministerio del Tiempo, if anyone wants to learn more about this topic this book is good)

8. Guía mágica de Toledo y su provincia (Magical guide to Toledo and its province) Authors: Rodríguez Bausá, Luis; Álvarez de Toledo, Javier Mateo Editorial: Ediciones Covarrubias

Edition: 2010

Synopsis: Saramago wrote that traveling should be a matter of another matter, staying more and walking less; and a little later he added that it is not good to stay for only a quarter of an hour next to a construction that is seven hundred years old. The authors agree with such appropriate phrases, and that is why they have written this route, this uneven guide, this compilation of events, in short, so that the traveler stops in a multitude of towns that only sounded like transit and never like stop and inn. Because the truth is that the city of Toledo and its province discreetly hide a large number of enclaves that deserve to be savored by the five senses, and in which one must rest until the memory is macerated. This is what this work talks about: caves, sacred mountains, magical wells, rainy images, enchanted fountains or thunderous miracles... but, above all, towns, cities and regions; yes, with order and a taste of dissidence and heterodoxy.

Also included is what the authors have called "Beginner's Guide", a brief but rigorous approach to the magical phenomenon, something like an index so that whoever wants it, has the basic premises to get started in the world of research on these issues.

9. AL-ANDALUS. Ocho siglos de civilización musulmana que marcaron la historia y la cultura de España (AL ANDALUS. Eight centuries of Muslim civilization that marked the history and culture of Spain) Author: Masiá, Concha Editorial: ALBA Edition: 2006

Synopsis: "In the year 711, the Muslims arrived in the Iberian Peninsula. They called the vast territory where they settled for 800 years, from Tarifa to the Pyrenees, from the Levant to Portugal, al-Andalus. With their lights and shadows, these eight centuries of Muslim civilization, configuring many aspects of our personality as a people and as a culture, to which we Spaniards of the 21st century are still indebted"

This book and the following two books are like a triology about Al Andalus. This first one collects information about the different periods, states, events and some of its rulers throughout the history of Al Andalus.

10. AL-ANDALUS. Personajes históricos (AL ANDALUS. Historical figures) Author: Masiá, Concha Editorial: Albor Libros, Madrid Edition: 2011

Synopsis: "A general vision of al-Andalus, from the 8th century to the 17th century, through its most prominent characters and also through less known, although no less important, people. Both of them reveal the splendor and glory of the imperishable Andalusian legacy"

This book gathers information about divers people from different states and periods throughout the history of Al Andalus: emirs, caliphs, politicians, religious leaders, warriors, scholars, artists, philosophers, poets...

11. AL-ANDALUS. 800 años de lucha (AL ANDALUS. 800 years of struggle)

Author: Masiá, Concha Editorial: Albor Libros, Madrid Edition: 2011

This book offers a view on the warfare, battles and military campaigns from different periods and states throughout the history of Al Andalus.

12. 20 grandes obras de 20 autores andalusíes (20 great works by 20 Andalusian authors)

Author: Lirola Delgado, Jorge

Editorial: FUNDACIÓN IBN TUFAYL DE ESTUDIOS ARABES

Edition: 2014

Synopsis: Selection of 20 Andalusian authors and 20 works from the different periods of al-Andalus. The book offers a biography of each author and a detailed description of the work.

#bookblr #books #history #polls #history books #spanish history #al andalus #la orden de toledo #paseos imaginarios en tiempos de vanguardia #toledo: la ciudad de los muertos #de mayrit a madrid #madrid y los árabes del siglo IX al siglo XXI #la judería de toledo #casas y casas principales urbanas #el espacio doméstico de Toledo a fines de la Edad Media #españa medieval : el origen de las ciudades #valle-inclán y el insólito caso del hombre con rayos x en los ojos #guía mágica de toledo y su provincia #AL-ANDALUS. Ocho siglos de civilización musulmana que marcaron la historia y la cultura de España #AL-ANDALUS. Personajes históricos #AL-ANDALUS. 800 años de lucha #20 grandes obras de 20 autores andalusíes #sefarad #madrid #toledo #the order of toledo #The Order of Toledo: Imaginary walks in avant-garde times #Toledo: The city of the dead #From Mayrit to Madrid #Madrid and the Arabs from the 9th century to the 21st century

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List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material

tagged by @sasusquatch

hockey narratives: specifically sid and geno but i will literally never shut up if you let me start about hockey, i have a 50-slide powerpoint on hockey duos and it only covers 4 of them and i have it memorized. i can, will, and have ranted about for an hour about sid crosby. i got into this fandom two months ago and let me tell you i fell down the rabbit hole so hard and fast it made everyone in my life think i'd been replaced by an alien

my garden: let me tell you how much of a bitch it is to grow cherry tomatoes out of a hanging basket in an effort to maximize their vining nature and my square footage. growing everything in containers because of soil issues. how i wanted to get a worm bin for vermicomposting but my family wont let me keep it in the basement and im growing milkweed for the monarchs and trying to find real wild lupine for the karner blue butterflies and how to grow a polyculture lawn when climate change is a bitch

social justice: one time i got drunk at a con i was in a guy's lap in a pool and he absolutely wanted to bone and i was too busy ranting about late stage capitalism and minimum wage and he put up with it for far too long to not get laid sorry not sorry dude maybe be more sympathetic to the plight of the working poor (this is not an isolated incident)

fallout 4 but the logistics of being General: i played too much fallout 4 but for every hour in game i spent 2 figuring out how it would work realistically (within the game's universe) i had every settlement figured out for what it would realistically produce including getting salt from the castle using nuclear reactors and fishing in taffington boathouse, how to use vault 111 for cold storage and build up sanctuary as a rival to diamond city while putting a foothold in hangman's alley, trade routes to maximize efficiency of the traded goods value for each farm/resource, raiding the library for books, setting up civilian vs militia work rotations and having universal basic income to allow for the cap-currency vs commune living discrepancies... i would have been a great general of the minutemen except for the part i'd die of starvation or malnutrition from eating only 200yr old pre-war snack foods and nuka cola or more likely a deathclaw

c!tommy: this was my child. i love him so much even though dsmp went to hell and i hated the ending but i was there gandalf. i was in the trenches. i miss him. i loved his arcs and his growth and his portrayal and how important it was that he was unlikeable sometimes. he made me stop apologizing for being That Bitch. he was a child and he deserved justice and now it's worse because he deserved it in real life too. c and cc tommy you both deserved better.

tagging my 5 with absolutely no pressure or time limit <3 we here for funsies: @hearty-an0n @medusasstory @veerani @the-sad-little-fallen-angel @hir4

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'It's almost a cliché, but the locations in Netflix's Ripley are like characters in the action.

The limited series adapts Patricia Highsmith's novel The Talented Mr Ripley and moves from New York City to a flurry of locations across Italy set in the early 1960s.

The story follows American con artist Tom Riley (Andrew Scott) as he is tasked with heading to Italy to bring home an old acquaintance and a wayward scion of a shipping dynasty, Dickie Greenleaf (Johnny Flynn), now living a relaxed life away from his family responsibilities as a carefree painter.

Actress Dakota Fanning, who portrays Dickie's girlfriend Marge Sherwood in the series, told Netflix: "We were filming in so many of the most beautiful cities in the world; Rome, Venice, Capri, the Amalfi Coast. Naples had its own grit and electricity.

"It’s interesting because I do think that the show portrays the country in a different way than most people have seen Italy."

Where was Ripley filmed? Stunning locations from gorgeous Netflix series

New York City, New York, USA

One of the most iconic cities in the world, New York City is the location for much of the premiere episode of Ripley, as we follow Tom Ripley's hand-to-mouth existence in the sprawling metropolis - which feels all the more oppressive in the almost gothic black-and-white.

Atrani, Italy

Atrani is the setting of multiple episodes in the series, as this is where Dickie and Marge live in Italy. The small city on the Amalfi Coast in the province of Salerno is in the Campania region of south-western Italy. The area today has a population of around 900 people.

The winding steps and mountainous exteriors make it a visually stunning backdrop.

Production designer David Gropman told Netflix: "It was just the incredible geography of that town, the relationship of the main square to the beach, all of those unbelievable paths, that maze of stairs and corridors through the mountain."

The location provided the production with space for Marge's home and Ripley's hotel room in the village too.

Capri, Italy

The setting of Dickie Greenleaf's villa was not filmed in Atrani, despite it being set there. Instead, this was filmed on the glamorous Italian island of Capri.

The island is legendary for being the home of Emperor Tiberius during his retirement from Ancient Roman politics.

In recent decades, Capri has continued to be legendary as a holiday destination for the rich and famous.

Rome, Italy

The main location of the action from episodes 4 to 6 of the series, the ancient capital city of Italy and the previous centre of the Roman Empire means the city is brimming with ancient architecture and cobbled streets that are as old as time.

Here, Tom Ripley begins to build a new life with a new name, but it is also where further crimes occur and everything threatens to unravel.

Palermo, Sicily, Italy

The medieval streets and numerous statues of the capital of the Italian island of Sicily, Palermo, are a key feature of the seventh episode in the series, which sees Tom Ripley hiding out in Southern Italian territory.

Recently showcased on the HBO series The White Lotus, Palermo also provides a location brimming with uncertainty, as Tom Ripley moves through the city with fear of being watched by authorities - and he's wise to worry.

Venice, Italy

The principal location for the finale episode, few places in the world are as romantic or as iconic as Venice.

Brimming with canals and the absence of automobiles, Venice has not much changed from the time of Tom Ripley.

Its medieval magnificence but inevitable doom to sink beneath the waters only adds to its romanticism, making it the perfect site for the show's climax.'

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Pillars of salt, pillars of sand (Aegon x OC, with slight Aemond x OC) Chapter three: A prisoner.

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships. Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on.

The wings of your dragon used to be your staircase to freedom, your pathway to dreams, and to feel free of being a princess even if it was just a brief moment. There has never been a moment where you felt trapped when flying on Justyce’s back.

Until today, that is.

Today, you are flying in front of the big dragon Vhagar. She is ridden by Aemond Targaryen, your uncle. He has your brother, Lucerys, over his lap and holds him as the prize he won. It sickens you, yet there is nothing you can do about it from out of the sky.

Vhagar will win any battle. She will win any attack. The best chance will be an assault from the ground. Aemond keeps behind you, making sure not to lose sight of you. He promised you if you were to fly off; he would drop your brother to the ground far below, vowing that it will crack his skull open and that his blood will pour out the way a coconut gives milk once it is cracked. His remains would be scattered from a great distance and all you would find would be little parts of Lucerys that would long be eaten by animals before you even gathered his left hand.

That is just your imagination making things worse. You are good at that. Excel at it, in a way. You look over your shoulder to your brother and watch as Aemond holds him tightly on his lap, flying right behind you on his beast.

You tell Justyce to hurry and fly in the direction of the capital. Your dragon and his dragon soar over the town and most town folks are unfazed by it. This is ordinary. Normal even. Nothing about this rings alarms bells the way it should. You are taken captive into a city that you were born in. Your mother birthed you here with your eldest sibling, Jace. And now you are returning as a prisoner.

Aemond signals you to follow behind him, as if he is the king and you are a mere peasant. He picks out a spot near the city gates, a big field of trampled grass. He hovers above it with Vhagar and yells at you to land your dragon.

Your feelings are starting to show, there are cracks appearing in your mask. With great difficulty you mutter the command in your dragon's ear. She lands with elegance and poise in the grass field. Aemond lands after, taking in almost all the space of his dragon. You understand this is where he keeps Vhagar when he is not off riding her. She does not fit in the pit after all.

Aemond is greeted by two guards keeping the gates and the city safe. They respectfully bow their heads for him and take you in, as well as Lucerys. The kinslayer has a proud smirk on his lips when he tells them what will happen now. "This is my lovely niece, Lady Maella Strong. She will escort me to the pit, put her dragon away and follow me to the throne room of the Red Keep to bend the knee to my brother and her rightful king." He speaks smugly. You have no choice. He knows that you would put Luc over everything.

The guards are unfamiliar to you but they understand you are important. They do not dare to question their prince and ask if he wishes his dragon to have a good lunch. Aemond declines their offer. ‘’Vhagar has an appetite for something else.’’He tells them.

You know what comes next when Aemond takes you and Justyce to the pit. You ride and control your dragon when Aemond holds you by your hips.

You are surrounded by guards the moment you land. Guards that once swore to protect you and your mother. Now they point their swords at you. They all bowed at some point in their lives for your mother, and now they are risking their lives for their new king.

Aemond shows himself, surprising everyone by jumping off your dragon as if he is your secret lover. You remain on the saddle but you know the guards still have Lucerys. So you get off obediently. ‘’Put away your swords. She’s my prisoner.’’ He boasts, his pride unmatched.

He turns on his heel to prove it. He looks you directly in your eyes and nods an inch to the pit, barking a command. ‘’Put your dragon away, lady Strong.’’ You have tears in your eyes when he says those words.

‘’Don’t hurt Luc. Or Justyce.’’ You beg. They mean the world to you. Aemond scoffs and rolls his eye as the men and guards of him chuckle. They find your begging just so delightful.

You enter the pit with Justyce and bring her to her usual place. It is kept empty and prepared. You bring her inside and tell her to be a good girl with a shaky voice. Justyce tilts her head in question and confusion. She does not understand. She knows something is amiss. You walk away, only to run back to your dragon before hugging her so tightly that she yelps in pain. You mutter a apology before walking away. You lock the door and take the key.

‘’I'll take that from you.’’ Aemond has followed you without you realizing so. He holds his hand open for the key of her pen. That was not part of the agreement.

You hesitate. ‘’Do you really want Lucerys to die over a stupid key?’’ He is good at playing you. You won't ever want Luc to die over a key, but Aemond would kill him for it.

Justyce is your friend but Luc is your brother. You hand him the key. He puts it in a pocket of his long coat. ‘’Don't hurt her. Please. She is my only friend.’’ You can't help but beg again tears helplessly burning in your eyes.

He has no mercy whatsoever. You are beyond saving. ‘’You are a princess. You have plenty of friends.’’ He spats angrily. You do not. You might be a princess but you are not good at it. Social events frighten and confuse you. You have little to no friends. Floris was your only human one.

You eye Justyce as a tear rolls down your left cheek. You wipe it away angrily. ‘’Not like her. No one compares to her.’’

‘’Follow me. We have a long way to go.’’ He is right. It is no short track from the pit back to the other side of the city where Vhagar is comfortably resting. You follow him, allowing him to put you in the carriage waiting for him. He joins you in the carriage and you ride in silence. You refuse to speak or look at him. He seems fine with this, keeping a smug smile on his lips the entire time.

He finally speaks. ‘’Good girl. It is good to see that you can be trained.’’ He grabs your chin as you furiously glare at him. He only chuckles when leaning in closer so he can properly smell you, breathe in your scent, and see the fear in your eyes. ‘’A lady like yourself has enjoyed way too many privileges. I will pay my respects to whoever will marry you. You will be a difficult nut to crack.’’

Cracking means breaking. He hopes for your future husband to break your will. To tame you as if you are a disobedient little girl. ‘’You are insane. I will not marry anyone.’’ You spat. He is just as Daemon, although Daemon wants you to marry to become more powerful. He wants allies when Aemond wants a man to teach you what it means to be a woman in his eyes.

‘’Let’s see what my brother the king has to say about your treason.’’ You glare at him when he speaks those words out loud. He is mad.

You did your part and now he won't do his. ‘’My brother. You promised he was to be released.’’ You speak. He laughs.

He shakes his head. ‘’No, I promised he would either be eaten by Vhagar at Storm’s End or that he would come to King’s Landing.’’ You recall and must admit that he is right.

You warn him of double crossing as the carriage finally reaches the outskirts of town, where Vhagar is held. '’Aemond, I swear to the gods…’’

He waits for the second to stop riding and takes your wrists, dragging you out first and pushing you out of the carriage. You stumble and nearly fall but can compose yourself at the very least moment. You look up...

And are terrified by what you see.

Lucerys is tied up and silently crying when you arrive. You rush over to him but Aemond grabs one of your arms, pulling you back. ‘’No, no no, Lady Strong. You will stay here with me.’’ He chuckles darkly.

He puts his hands on your hips and forces you to be pressed against him. He muses in your ear when the guards drag Lucerys over the field, to Vhagar. She approaches him, greeting him as if he is coming to court her and she is a lady. ‘’Watch, watch every moment.’’ He whispers breathlessly.

You gulp tears of fear burning. He laughs once more. ‘’You see how she sniffs him? She smells his fear, his piss. She is calculating how to kill him the easiest.’’ There is a soft yet terrifyingly audible gasp of admiration as if he is just a little boy seeing a dragon for the first time not believing what his eye is telling him. ‘’Dragons are majestic honest creatures. A dragon does not lie. A dragon will sniff out a bastard as your brother the moment she sees him.’’

Vhagar does not care about bastards. She is a dragon. ‘’Vhagar does your bidding. She doesn't care about me or my siblings. She does not hate us. You do.’’

‘’That much is true, Lady Strong. Vhagar does not care. She won't care a bit if I tell her to swallow him whole.’’

You doubt that he would be that stupid. That reckless. Lucerys is a prince. He would be a valuable pawn to trade with your mother, the Queen. When you look at Aemond, the light has died in his eyes. You see that he notices your scoffing and hesitation. He knows you don't believe him. He feels challenged.

And monsters are dangerous when they are challenged, dragons most of all. Aemond turns his back on you as the guards drag you behind him, as he marches to his dragon. He raises his chin to Vhagar before giving her a command that sends Chills down your spine. He points to your brother on the ground.

‘’Ipradagon zirȳla!’’ Eat him.

The colour drains from your face when your mouth opens but no sound comes out. He can't be serious about this. He is bluffing. He has to be.

You look up at Luc's trembling body. Yet he forces himself to smile when Aemond repeats the command to his dragon. ‘’Ipradagon zirȳla, Vhagar! Qūvy zȳhon ñelly, qūvy zȳhon ēngos hen se havor bē zirȳla hae lo ao emagon issare merbugon syt tubissa!’’

Eat him, Vhagar! Tear his flesh, tear his tongue out and feast upon him as if you have been hungry for days!

Your eyes flutter close and you gulp. A slap on your cheeks forces them open, and judging by Aemond’s raised right hand and his glare he is the one that hit you.

Vhagar grabs Luc by his skull, causing the boy to scream in terror as she throws him in the air. She does not care that Luc is your brother. You beg Aemond helplessly and curse him at the same time when he watches with a pleased broad grin. The Queen of all dragons sets her teeth in Luc’s neck and just briefly turns her head the way a dog would kill a pigeon. Your brother is ripped apart in front of you, his remains and blood scatter around the square in front of the city when you just scream of pure agony and heartbreak. You thought he would be happy. He took Luc's eyes. Both of them. He cut his hair. All of it. He abused and broke his finger bones. Not leaving one unbroken.

He even killed Arax, your brother's beloved dragon and pet right in front of Luc.

And yet, he still would not grant your brother mercy. You watch as Vhagar chews, and blood splashes from her mouth onto the stone ground. She spits some of his armour out. The Velyaron crest lies broken in front of you. Aemond lets out a laugh before turning on his heel and glaring down at your teary face. ‘’I promised you he would be eaten. I did. You were just stupid to not -’’ It would forever be a mystery what he would have said next. You do not care about his titles or that he holds your life in his hands. Your brother is dead.

You take a fighting stance and kick him between his legs. The prince doubles over, clutching his stomach but remains on his two feet when growling at you. You have nothing left to lose so you take off running. Your gown proves a major difficulty as you trip on the fabric, falling face first on the ground with a painful smack.

A guard gets you first, bringing a dagger to your throat when Aemond is mourning his bruised nuts. They bring the dagger to your throat. ‘’Shall we give this pretty whore a bloody smile?’’ Aemond doubts, slightly yet muses.

‘’You kicked me, Lady Strong. You will be punished now for your actions.’’ He takes out the same dagger as you struggle, terrified. He smirks. ‘’Your eye would do, my little niece. It taught your brother so much obedience when I took it from him. It will do the same for you, my Lady Strong.’’

A sharp yet older male voice rings out. ‘’No.’’ You all turn your heads to whoever dared oppose Aemond so openly. You see Otto Hightower. Aemond’s grandsire, the father of the queen, grandsire of the usrurper and the reason you have both your eyes.

Aemond lowers his dagger with a scowl, but when he turns around he is smiling as a innocent boy. ‘’Grandsire. I did not realise you were here.’’ He tells the hand of the king. Otto only glares at his grandson. You hide a chuckle by softly biting your lips.

Ser Otto nods to you, instead of addressing Aemond. The monster is greatly offended that he won’t get a pat on his back from his grandsire. You smugly smirk.

‘’Princess Maella.’’ Otto calls you by your titles. You are terrified.

‘’Ser Otto.’’ You reply, showing your good manners.

Otto takes in the dragon, the blood and Aemond glaring eye.

‘’Escort the princess to the Red Keep. She must be brought before the king.’’ He orders Aemond’s knights around. You cough by hiding another chuckle as Aemond becomes as red as a tomato.

‘’You will not do such a thing. Aemond killed your leverage over me. I will go now.’’ You tell them, before taking direction to Aemond to retrieve the key of Justyce’s pen. Otto turns to Aemond.

‘’What is she referring to?’’

Aemond takes the box out of his pocket and shows the two eyes to his grandsire. ‘’A gift for mother. Lucerys will trouble us no more. He is swimming laps in Vhagar’s belly.’’ You try to get into his other pocket with your hand but Aemond stops you with a glare grabbing hold of your arm. ‘’You are not going anywhere, little brat.’’ He growls when grabbing you. ‘’You are my prisoner now.’’

You never saw disgust but mostly disappointment before as when the hand coldly approaches Aemond, staring him down. ‘’You are telling me, you had two children of the usurper queen. And you killed one of them out of spite over a pitiful childhood fight?’’

Aemond raises his voice and growls, tightening his grip on your arms until you can see his finger nails in your skin. ‘’They took my eye from me!’’

‘’Had you been stronger, it would not have happened. You are as weak today as you were then!’’ Otto shouts at him. You are surprised but see who Aemond inherited his cruelty from.

It was five against one. No child could have survived it. You see Aemond scowl before he grabs your arms. ‘’You will obey, my little prisoner. I won’t hesitate to spill more blood.’’

Otto scoffs and you are terrified as to how much he looks like Aemond when he does that.

‘’She is the king’s prisoner, not yours. Put her in the carriage. We will take the horses. We have a lot to discuss you and I.’’ Aemond drags you off by your hair as you cry in pain. Two guards open the door of the carriage. He throws you on the bench and closes the doors easily, locking it as well. You helplessly slam with your hands on the door.

You become more and more afraid the longer you are in the carriage as images of your screaming brother echo through your mind. You try to remain strong and to listen in on the conversation Aemond and Otto are having, yet you can’t hear a word. You open your mouth and wail instead, helplessly banging with your fists against the door until your knuckles become bloody and your energy is drained.

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