#HE SNAP YOU LIKE A TWIG BUT CHOOSES NOT TO. THAT'S HOT.

[holdmytesseract]

Catch Me If You Can

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: You and Loki play a little 'game' in the forests of Asgard.

Warnings: hide and seek? chasing? handcuffs? thirst, swear words, fluff, spice and very suggestive smut, of course - because it's for LGG ;)

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: If I remeber correctly, it's @lokisgoodgirl 's birthday today. 😁 Therefore, I wrote a lil' something - and I know that you love this AU, so... Happiest of Birthdays, my wonderful, talented, beautiful friend! I love you! 🥰❤️

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The wooden ground beneath your feet rustled and crunched; aching a bit underneath your weight. Your steps were precise. Almost calculated. No twig snapped or cracked - luckily. Every wrong step could give you away. You had to be fast and quiet.

A cakewalk.

You stopped a second to look up in the sky, which was almost impossible. High, thick trees shielded your view. But there was no doubt... It would get dark soon. Time was running out.

Your breath was laboured; left your lips in small clouds of smoke.

It got cold.

You didn't feel the coldness, though. Your body was heated, due to the running and high adrenaline level within your system. Hot blood pumped through your veins.

The sheer inaudible sound of a breaking twig caused your head to snap behind you.

Nothing. Yet.

You quickly found your focus again, adjusted the sword, which was strapped to your back and kept on running; quietly cursing underneath your breath. You had worked hard for this advantage - and now you had squandered it.

He was close. You could tell. You weren't stupid. And if you'd make one wrong step now or stop, you were sure that he'd catch you. Something you couldn't allow to happen.

As you were running, your brain worked hard to choose the right path - which wasn't easy. The forest was huge - and yet he had 'found' you that quick. As if you were a wounded animal; leaking blood in the ocean. And he was the shark, smelling the blood. You needed a plan. Right now.

The gears in your head started to turn and when you passed by an all too familiar glade, it fell like scales from your eyes. Of course! Why didn't I think earlier of this!

If you can't outrun him, let him outrun you.

You smirked; quickly making a sharp left turn.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings ahead and when you spotted the huge fir, which had been split by lightning, you smiled.

Exactly where I wanted to lure him.

You looked behind you for a moment; swearing that you saw something blue flash between the trees.

Got you.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Intentionally, you slowed your tempo; let him get closer - until you could practically feel his presence behind you.

You stopped at an old oak - exactly the one you had to stop; pretending to catch your breath. But your eyes kept on roaming the area around you. There was nothing. No one to be seen.

And then everything happened fast.

He literally came out of nowhere, big, blue, veiny hands winding themselves around your waist like a tendril, before bulging muscles tore you (gently) to the cold, moist mossy ground. You knew it was going to happen, but nevertheless you didn’t see it coming.

"Got you, my queen."

You shook your head; giggling. It wasn't quite easy to tame yourself at the sight of your husband looking so dashing in the slowly sinking sun - but somehow, you managed.

A dark velvet voice purred from above you.

Loki was hovering over your laying body. His hands pinned your wrists to the ground; holding them in a firm but not painful grip. Your legs were secured between his knees; powered by the warrior's strong legs. The leather of his loincloth strained against the king's thick thighs.

His abs clenched with every sharp breath he took; hot breath fanning against your face.

"You wish, my king. What do you dream about at night?"

"Mhh," you purred.

A deep chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest; a few strands of curly raven hair falling into his face. "Mostly you, darling... And the sinful sounds leaving those pretty lips whenever I worship the holy temple your body is."

You had to swallow hard, in order to not squirm or squeak up at his words. His charming, tempting words never failed to affect you - and you had a hard time trying to not let it show right now.

Now wasn't the right time to give in to his seductive words. Loki could be a mischievous scamp - and you knew exactly that he would use his silver-tongue to trick you into losing. But not today. Time to beat him at his own game.

You bit your lip and stared directly into his beautiful ruby eyes. "Tempting. As always..." You pulled him into a passionate kiss; lips moving against his, teeth clashing.

You kept on biting, nibbling and sucking on his lips, when you started to move. With your hands firmly tangled around his neck, you managed to stand up; forcing your husband to get on his feet as well. Loki's palms glided over your back to settle on your ass; squeezing the supple flesh and yanking your hips into his. You couldn't help the small moan which slipped past your opened lips; feeling Loki latch on your pulse point.

The Jotun king's eyes fluttered shut. A moan threatened to leave his throat, but you swallowed it whole by even depending the kiss.

Once Loki was completely lost in the little make out session, you acknowledged that the time had come for you to turn the tables.

Focus, Y/N, focus.

You brought his mouth back on yours, before you started to back him up. Only a few more steps...

"...but your silver-tongue won't save you this time, my king. You won't win this game."

Right after your words had left your lips - and Loki confused, he stepped inside the trap you had build decades ago. A rope slung itself around his ankles and brought the hunky warrior to his knees, before pulling him off the ground. The trap was reckless; didn't show any mercy and caused Loki to end up hanging upside down on a tree, above the ground; dangling helplessly back and forth.

While Loki yelped up in surprise, you just giggled and stepped closer. "Told you so, my love." You tapped the space between his strong pecs with your hand; feeling the dark, fine hair which grew there tickling your palm. Loki was way too stunned to answer something in that moment. He just stared at you, then at your hand and back.

"Tag, you're it!" You giggled with a wink and turned on your heels to run away.

All you heard was a loud groan of your husband, followed by his voice calling out to you. "Little minx! Just you wait until I have freed myself!"

It took Loki longer than you expected to free himself from the little trap you had lured him into. It gave you just enough time to complete the plan you had forged inside your head to walk victorious out of that little playful game of tag and hide and seek.

And now that the tables had turned, time was on your side. Not much longer and the sun would be replaced by the moon; announcing your victory.

Checking your surroundings one last time, you started to climb a big, high oak and settled on a strong branch; leaning against the stem. This tree was perfect to hide yourself in. Thick with leafs to keep you shielded from Loki's view but not thick enough to keep him shielded from your view. You smiled to yourself. The victory is mine.

Time passed - and was running out for Loki. While he made use of all his hunting and tracking abilities, you were literally enjoying yourself up in the tree; watching a few wild animals and listened to the bird's songs.

You had gained enough distance and left the perfect amount of clues for your husband to find you just when the sun was about to set.

He may be the best hunter and warrior of Jotunheim - but Asgard is my playground, you thought to yourself with a smirk, as you watched him approach you through your binocular.

You watched your husband's head snap into your direction; fierce ruby eyes scanning the area. He froze in all his movements for a moment; just listening and observing, before he started to walk straight towards the tree you were hiding in.

You prepared yourself for the final step of your plan; getting into position and loosening the rope attached to your belt.

When Loki was in earshot, you reached above yourself and broke a twig into two, gaining his attention. After all, you needed to make sure that he was walking past this oak.

He took the bait.

Smirking, you climbed into position and directed your gaze beneath you. The king had learned to move quietly as well, but nevertheless you could hear his heavy boots crushing the small twigs and leafs underneath their weight. After all, he was taller, stronger and bulkier than you.

His steps got closer and closer, until he was right underneath the branch you were sitting on - and that was your sign.

You jumped - and landed directly on your husband.

The force of your jump swept the Jotun king off his feet, causing him to land on his butt with a yelp for the second time today. Loki didn't hurt himself, but was way too shocked at what just happened to react. When his brain finally caught up, you had already tied the rope you carried with you around his wrists. Makeshift cuffs.

"Got you, my king," you said with a smile; copying his words. "Again, might I add." You winked at Loki; standing up.

The king sighed and shook his head. "What a tragedy... The best warrior of Jotunheim, defeated by a woman... But your victory is highly deserved. You always had the upper hand."

Loki stayed quite for a moment, before he gazed up at you and gave you a smouldering look, accompanied by a sly smirk. "I came here to win, but..." He inhaled deeply; licking his lips. "Losing to you, my darling wife is so much more fun..." He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his cuffed hands.

He really likes this.

You giggled and bit your lip. "Uhh, does the powerful king of Jotunheim likes being cuffed?" A dark, sexy chuckle left Loki's lips, which almost caused your knees to buckle. "If it's by his queen, then yes." An idea formed suddenly in your mind at his words. You smiled.

"Be careful what you wish for, husband," you leaned down to whisper into Loki's ears. It sent a shiver down his spine. You could tell.

You reached for the loose end of the rope and tucked at it. "Stand up, prisoner. Time to bring you back where you belong to." You winked at your husband; telling him subtly to play along, if he wished to - and he did. Following your orders, he stood up. "Yes, my queen."

You led him through the Asgardian woods then, back to the palace. It was pitch-dark when you reached the majestic building. Without further ado, you brought him not to the dungeons, of course, but to your chambers...

As soon as the thick, wooden door fell shut behind you and him, your lips were on his; kissing Loki passionately. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the loose end of the rope and the other resting on the strong muscle of his right pectoral, you pushed him backwards; navigating your husband where you wanted him to be - on the bed. Loki let you, of course; was way too lost in the kiss - until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back.

Ruby eyes stared up to you as he chuckled. "I see I am back where I belong..." Loki mirrored your words and climbed further onto the soft mattress; smiling smugly. "I like that. Do I get a reward now for all the efforts and exertions I had to endure on this little... chase?"

"A reward?" You asked; rounding the bed.

"Oh yes."

"Hmm..." You hummed in a thinking manner; climbing on the bed, too. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The question had barely left your lips as your hand landed on his muscular thigh. Loki's eyes snapped to where your palm met his flesh. He grinned.

"Can't you tell, my queen?"

Loki's breath hitched; hips involuntarily bucking.

You knew, of course, exactly what he meant. The tight leather loincloth around his hips didn't leave much... space after all.

"Oh, I can tell, prisoner. It's quite obvious, but..." You let your hand glide upwards; ghosting shortly over the obvious evidence.

"I'd like to hear you say it," you purred.

You smiled; pushed him back on his back. "And what would you like as a reward?" "Untie my hands and I'll show you." Loki winked.

Loki took a deep breath; smirking. "Mhhh, a woman who knows what she wants... I like that, too." He adjusted himself on the bed; tried to seductively lay on his side - which wasn't easy being handcuffed.

"May I receive an reward for my fearless bravery?"

Biting your lip, you climbed on top of Loki; settling on his lap - which caused an almost obscene groan to leave his lips.

"No."

Your answer was short and strict and before Loki could blink or even react, he found himself cuffed to the big, comfortable bed; wrists strapped to the bedpost.

"You see, prisoner... I won this little game. Fair and square. So, this..." You gestured towards him, then placed your pointer finger on the skin between his pecs; slowly running it down his chest and abs. "This is my reward. Tonight, I am in control."

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[charmercharm3r]

I dont know if you're taking requests but

Imagine camping with friends and SKZ are in the campsite next to you and you start flirting with chan or any of 3 racha and you end the night getting fucked in their tent or an a table or something

Idk I've never made a request .....

ooo I like the way you think... perfect timing with chan's birthday :3 hope you like it!

Camp Out

BC

Masterlist

wc: 3.4k

Synopsis: You made some great friends on a trip you didn't even want to go on.

warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, unprotected sex (do not do this), mentions of exhibitionism, little bit of ass slapping, creampie

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You should’ve never let your friends convince you to go camping. You hated the outdoors, at least living outside for a few days. It never seemed appealing, no hot shower, no running water, having to use nature’s bathroom. But still, they assured you that you’d have fun and that it’ll be great for making memories together. So reluctantly, here you are at a campsite.

Surprisingly, there were a few people around doing campy things like barbecuing and playing in the lake. Sure, it was nice for a few hours. Then the boys at the site next to yours came over, inviting themselves to your campfire for some s’mores. They’d introduced themselves as Jisung, Changbin, and Chan, cool guys. Probably had no idea what they were doing because their attire screamed city, just as yours did. None of you were prepared for camping.

You had to admit, you didn’t hate the new addition to your camping group, the three boys were quite easy on the eyes. Chan in particular caught your attention, finding his quick-witted jokes and curly hair to be rather endearing. He lingered around you, making conversation that felt so natural as if you’d been lifelong friends. It felt right to stick around him, maybe throw in a flirt here and there. 

Your now extended group laughed and had fun together until the sun went down, and you were forced to choose tents. Since there were four of you and three tents, one tent would be shared between two. It was just your luck that you got a tent to yourself— in the dark, in the middle of nowhere.

Chan and his friends were around when your group decided on sleeping arrangements. To keep the fun going, one of your friends invited them to move their site to merge with yours. How could they say no to a group of girls inviting them to sleep oh so close by?

Yeah, the boys were underprepared with only one tent for the three of them, not that they minded. They all seemed pretty close and the tent was a decent size. The tents were set up in a lopsided circle, the boy’s next to yours and you were thankful there was a few people stronger than you in case something happened.

Seeing your hesitancy to sleep alone, Chan offered you the baseball bat he kept in his car to accompany your measly pepper spray for protection.

“Don’t leave any food out, bears can smell it,” Jisung nonchalantly said, packing his leftovers into the sealed garbage bin. Your voice caught in your throat at the mention of bears possibly lurking around.

It was like Chan could read your mind. “Don’t worry, there’s no bears,” he whispered, nudging your arm gently and giving you a warm, dimpled smile. 

His words didn’t ease you. By the time the sun had completely set and everyone dispersed for the evening, you were practically shivering with anxiety. It didn’t help that no one else seemed to understand your worry. So you tucked into your sleeping bag with the bat within arm’s reach, unable to fall asleep.

Somewhere between tossing and turning and your mind racing with the different possibly exit strategies, a twig snapped outside and made you jump, causing a small squeal to escape your lips. Scrambling to slip your shoes on and a jacket, you clicked the flashlight onto the highest setting and grabbed the baseball bat. Your hands trembled as you unzipped your tent, hoping to get into one of your friend’s tents as quickly as possible.

Your feet stumbled onto the grass and the bat instinctively raised at ready position. Just as you turned to walk towards the other tents, another body moved and you jolted the bat back, winding up to swing.

“Whoa, whoa! Down, girl. It’s just me,” Chan said quietly, throwing up his hands in surrender. A relieved breath pushed past your lips.

“What the hell are you doing?! You scared the shit out of me.” Lowering the bat, you relaxed your stance and shone the flashlight in Chan’s face.

“Checking on you, I thought I heard you scream. Will you not point that in my eyes?” He squinted and covered his face from the bright LEDs, you muttered an apology and waved the beam around the floor. “Maybe I’ll let the bear eat you next time.”

Terror suddenly made your jaw chatter, “you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Chan scoffed playfully, turning his back to crawl into his own tent.

“W— wait— Chan?” The unusual stutter of your words had him pausing, body half in the tent and half outside. He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. “Will you stay with me?”

Blinking blankly, Chan stared straight ahead at you. He didn’t answer for a few moments, brain short circuiting because this person he’d just met a few hours ago was asking him sleep with them.

Well, not sleep with them— just sleep next to them. Shaking his thoughts out of the gutter, Chan nodded and secured his tent with his sleeping friends inside of it. You wrapped your arms around your body, scared as he made his way over to you. All he did was put his hand on the small of your back to guide you into the tent and you felt warmth instantly shoot through your body. 

“Oh wait, let me get my sleeping bag,” he said hushed as you were already getting back into your own. The thought of him leaving you alone was terrifying, making you reach out to grab his arm before he could leave the safety of your tent. There was a genuine terror in your eyes, making Chan nod and close the tent. “O— okay. Just hold on.”

The sleeping bag was expandable, knowledge you didn’t possess until he’d unzipped and rezipped it to fit two people. Chan waited for you to lay down first, unsure of what to do with himself because he’d only spoken to you this very same day. You faced away from him on your side, so he took that as a sign to lay on his back, unassuming in the way the back of your thighs touched his. He could feel your body warmth through his sweat pants, how were you so hot to the touch?

Against better judgement, Chan snuck a glance beneath the sleeping bag, seeing you in just shorts and a large shirt. He let out a deep sigh, and just as he did, your arm reached back, finding his. You pulled him to lay on his side behind you, draping his arm over your torso. His breathing hitched, holding it in until he was comfortably holding you.

Another glance below the covers, he took extreme notice of how closely your butt was to his crotch. Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, he thought to himself, imagining anything but your ass coming into contact with the half chub he was starting to involuntarily raise.

Your eyes were open, gripping tighter onto his arm and pulling him closer until you were flush against him, chest to your back and hips to your ass. Was it unnecessary? Sure. But Chan was hot, there was no denying it. And he seemed like he was the kind of guy that enjoyed saving the damsel in distress judging by how quickly he’d gotten up to see if you were okay when you screamed. He’d gotten into your tent with little to no convincing, it’d be a shame to pass up the opportunity to tease him a bit. 

His hand hovered over your stomach, unsure of where to touch, so you interlocked fingers, tugging him slightly upwards to rest just under your breasts. When you pushed your hips back just the slightest bit, you felt it. He was hard, incredibly so.

It was so unlike you, inviting a stranger into your bed. But maybe that was also what excited you. There were no strings attached, no feelings, you could enjoy yourself without having to worry about the aftermath.

That’s why when you heard Chan gasp at the contact, you didn’t stop. You pushed harder into his crotch and rubbed your ass over him, his grip on your hand tightening. The more you grinded back into him, the more confident he got, now absolutely sure of why he was here. So he propped himself onto his elbow, brushing your hair from your neck and leaning in, placing soft, experimental kisses to your skin. Unaware of his own neediness, Chan rubbed harder into your backside. 

The feeling of his lips ignited you and made the warmth in your stomach spread. He nipped at your neck again, growing hungrier and hungrier as his hips picked up speed. Turning your head just enough, you met his lips with the same fervor, only the sound of heavy breaths and the swapping of spit echoing in the tent. 

Chan untangled his hand from yours to bring it to the hemline of your shorts, tugging at them. It was rushed and slightly awkward, but you managed to get them down to your ankles. As soon as you did, Chan snuck his fingers towards your core, hot and wet from the second he agreed to stay with you.

His fingertips only grazed your clit and touch-deprived hole, making your body shudder. “Sensitive thing, aren’t you?” He whispered, voice deep with lust. You could only mewl in response, wanting more.

With the lightest touch, he flicked at your bundle of nerves, getting you to arch into his chest and whimper again. A dark chuckle erupted from his throat as Chan swiped some of your arousal, using it to spread over your pulsing mound. He played with you like this, legs instinctively spreading wider the more he rubbed circles into your clit with just the right amount of pressure, just the right speed. He alternated between gently biting onto your earlobe and whispering, “dirty girl. Letting a stranger touch you like this. You’re loving it, hm? Practically begging for me to fuck you.”

He pinched your clit between his fingers, getting you to moan louder. “Please,” the word all you could speak.

“You want that? Want me to fuck you here? Your friends might hear, y’know. They’ll know how badly you’ve wanted me all day.”

You mumbled an, “mhm,” followed by another moan.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” He circled your entrance, your hips lifting to give better access. Though, he only teased you, running them around the outside and making a mess of your essence.

“Fuck me, Chan. I know you wanna, too.”

Caught, he let out a guttural growl, shifting slightly to bite into the crook of your neck and plunge his fingers into you. Three digits, he was knuckles deep in your cunt and leaving bruising marks to whatever skin he could get his mouth on. You could only lean further into his body and let your jaw drop, mumbling his name as the heel of his palm nudged your clit and fingers picked up speed.

“More, don’t stop,” you pleaded, failing to keep a lid on your noises.

His fingers curled just right, doing exactly as you asked and not stopping until you crumbled. Obscene squelching and wet noises filled the tent as you came, Chan rubbing his palm into your clit through your high.

When you came down, he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on them and letting go with a pop.

“Tastes like heaven. You’re gonna have to let me get more than a sample next time, babe.” Want shot through you again at the thought of a next time with him, the thought of his plump lips and fat tongue on your cunt instead.

“Are you—“

“On birth control, yes. Now c’mon.”

In a hurry did he pull down his sweats, just enough to get his cock out. He lazily pumped himself a few times before running the tip through your sopping folds from behind, lifting your leg for better access. Holding up your leg and keeping himself propped up left Chan with no hands, missing and sloppily playing with your aching cunt. You reached between your legs, arching your back to get his cock to slide into you. And when he did, oh how your eyes rolled back and the lewdest of moans escaped. Chan had to shut you up by towering over and smashing his lips into yours.

He bottomed out in a matter of moments, your walls slick with arousal and orgasmic bliss. But he stilled, just feeling how you convulsed and sucked him in deeper with every clench.

“Move,” you urged, grinding your ass into his hips harder. The tip of his cock just barely brushed against your sensitive spot, but not enough. It was hardly anything and Chan was too lost in the heat of your cunt, so much so that you took it upon yourself to buck back onto him, fucking yourself on his cock while he relished in the way your body moved. 

It must’ve looked pathetic, how eager you were to come that you wriggled in his grasp to get him to screw you.

“Please,” you cried in a more desperate manner, voice rising an octave or two.

Chan took the hint, sitting up straighter and resting your knee in the crook of his elbow. He rocked his hips slowly, testing both yours and his limits. It was too gentle, too soft how he took you. There was no way you’d be able to come again like this.

“I said fuck me, Chan.”

His hips stilled, lodged in your pussy. “Hm, I don’t know, pretty girl. Beg me again.”

“I’ve been begging,” your voice grew broken, gone.

“Say please just one more time.” The teasing tone in his words made you want to curse him for even toying with you while he was balls deep. But no matter, you still caved.

“Please fuck me harder.”

A satisfied chuckle left his lips, messily peppering a few kisses to your keep and neck. “See, was that so hard?”

You groaned, playfully annoyed until he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made you whine. But Chan had another idea, gently guiding you onto your stomach and hiking just your hips into the air, back arching to the heavens and face planted in hell. His large hands smoothed over the area of your ass cheeks, placing wet kisses to your back where your shirt had ridden up. Chan hastily pulled his sweats lower to get more comfortable and took hold of his cock again, sliding in and filling you once more.

Upon your moans filling the space, he took both your hands and pinned them behind your back, using them as leverage to pull out and thrust back in hard. Your ass rippled when his pelvis collided, cunt tightening around his cock and making Chan’s eyes roll back.

“God, you’re a fucking sight to see,” he uttered, unsure of whether or not he really meant to say his thoughts out loud. 

Steady, solid pounds he left as you whimpered into the sleeping bag. Much to your pleasure, Chan had a mouth on him.

“This ass, been staring at it all day. Those fucking leggings, lord have mercy. Wanted to bend you over the picnic table and fuck you right there, in front of everyone.” His admittance to wanting you just as badly made you cry out louder. “You like that? Putting on a show for all your friends to see? I know my friends would die to see this ass up close. Guess they’ll have to settle on hearing you scream my name.” Chan brought his hand up, bringing it back down to leave a smack on your ass cheek. 

You groaned into the comforter again, biting on it to keep from making too much noise. However, Chan wasn’t having it. He pulled the fabric from between your teeth and swiped your fair from your face. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let them hear how good I’m making you feel. Make them wish it them getting to fuck you this good, that it was them getting to cream around my cock.”

Cream, you did. Chan was fixated on it, the ring formed around the base of his cock every time he pulled and pushed into your quivering cunt. He couldn’t look away, too pleased with himself because it was proof of how good you felt.

Good was an understatement, you were fucking levitating. There was a numbness in your legs that could only have been caused by a good fucking, and Chan was there giving it to you. So yeah, you cried his name as he kept your arms bound behind you using only one of his large hands as makeshift handcuffs on your wrists, the other hand reaching around to circle your clit again. When the pads of his fingers made contact with the bundle of nerves, your body jolted forward, presenting your cream covered pussy even wider for Chan’s viewing pleasure.

Oh, did that sight go to his head. His hips stuttered deep into you, head falling back as he let himself breathily moan your name. The pause he put on finishing each other off was only for a moment, because then he stole his hand from your clit and pushed into the top of your ass, signaling for you to lay flat on your stomach.

That position was the beginning of his end. As soon as you were how he wanted, the build up of cream spread further up your ass cheeks, covering them as he somehow slid deeper into you. 

“Fuck,” he let out a deep sigh, letting go of your wrists. Chan took your hands with him as he leaned over your body, wanting to hold onto you somehow.

When he started to hammer into you again, your ass jiggled even more, slapping sounds bouncing off the waterproof fabric of the tent. If water couldn’t get in, then it couldn’t get out. The both of you were a sweaty, sticky, creamy mess, unable to get enough of one another. Chan’s hips practically bounced off your ass with every thrust, keeping a steady rhythm until his balls grew extremely heavy. 

“C— close,” you managed to mumble as your brain grew hazy with every smack of his skin on yours.

“Just a little longer, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight. So fucking good for me.” His assault didn’t cease, but it did get sloppier. 

His rhythm faltered, speeding up and turning into shallow thrusts to constantly make your butt ripple and the head of his cock nudge into the sensitive spot inside you. A few more minutes, a few more rough slaps of his big hand smacking against your skin, the smell of sex filling the tent and now both your and Chan’s pleasure filled moans probably scaring away every animal within a few yards of the campsite. He couldn’t stop, you felt too good around him, your pussy was begging to milk him dry. 

“Gon— gonna cum,” you whimpered breathlessly, hiding your face Chan’s hand that kept his weight up next to you. Your cunt squeezed and released at a relentless pace around his cock, spurring him into a frenzy to reach his release.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Let go, cream real good on my cock.” His permission allowed for you to relax into the pleasure, let it wash over you for a second time and bite into Chan’s wrist to muffle your moans— not that it did any good. You cried his name as white took over your vision and body turned into jelly beneath him. 

Limbs weak, you let Chan continue to pound into you from behind until he found his peak as well, burying into you with a deep sigh and soft call of your name, walls spasming and welcoming his seed.

Heavy breaths, Chan collapsed onto you, trying and failing not to let all his weight press you into the ground. Even though you were both a sweaty mess, he still found comfort in kissing the back of your neck, rubbing soothing circles into your hand and hip, cock still plugging your hole to keep his sperm from spilling out. 

“Probably don’t have to worry about bears anytime soon,” he mumbled into your skin, eyes closing at the comfort of your body’s natural scent.

“The only bear in my tent just fucked me six ways to Sunday.”

Both you and Chan began to drift off, feeling content and full with his body acting as a blanket. Just as you were falling into darkness, Jisung’s voice called out, “Hope you’re both done scaring the animals and traumatizing your friends.”

-

A/N: I love doing requests. I feel like I write them better than coming up with ideas from scratch and idk why. but this was fun!! send me more :p

-momo < 3

#stray kids fanfic #bang chan #bang can fanfic #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x you #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfiction #skz smut #skz fluff #skz bang chan #skz scenarios #babybrowmbear95

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 2 Group C Match 2

ATTENTION VOTERS WE ARE TRYING TO ACHIEVE A TIE ON THIS POLL. MARGIN OF 0.2% OR SMALLER WILL MEAN JONNY AND MIKE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ROUND TOGETHER.

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall of text warning + videos. very.)

Jonny Greenwood:

"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"

"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."

"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."

"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."

"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"

"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"

"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"

Mike Patton:

"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"

"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."

"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"

"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"

"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."

"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #jonny greenwood #radiohead #mike patton #mr bungle #faith no more

[shedobewritingalittle]

Fourth of July

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Bucky visits the cemetery the first since Steve funeral, but he isn’t the only one that’s mourning on the Fourth of July.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: R

Warnings: Grief, self-harm, depression, death, mourning, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Listen, this has been in the works for a year, but I’ve been redoing this whole time. I wrote it listening to “Fourth of July” by Sufjan Stevens. Slight AU because I like to think that Bucky didn’t know that Steve was gonna do that shit. 

It was humid in the city, making it feel a lot hotter than it actually was. He had started to sweat under the sweater he had pulled on and he tried his best to ignore the discomfort. The slight breeze made the various red, white, and blue decorations flap in the wind and carried the scent of someone grilling nearby. Hot dogs, he thinks.

As the sun started to set, the smell of gunpowder started to fill the air as the streetlights started to flicker on. Children ran past him as he walked on the sidewalk, sparklers held high in their hands. They giggled and laughed, their families yelling at them to be more careful. The man just keeps on walking, quickly crossing the street as soon as his destination came into the view.

Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets, keeping his cap covered head down as he walks into graveyard, gravel crunching under his feet. He hasn't been here since the funeral and he didn't really want to come today, but he knew he should.

A part of him still wanted to scream at his best friend, wants to ask him what was so special about Peggy Carter that he had to go and upend so many lives. The other part of him just wants to stand there and cry, mourn the loss of his best friend, his brother, the only tie to he had to his old life.

Yet, someone had beat him to it to that second one.

He didn't expect her to be kneeling there in front of the shining marble headstone, her body as still as the statues that dotted the cemetery. She doesn't hear him, or possibly just chooses to ignore that someone else was here to mourn over the same person today. He can see that she's saying something, but even with his super hearing he can't hear it.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Should he let her be, let her mourn? Should he call Sam and ask her to come sit with her? Raynor hadn't prepared him for this. He was barely getting his own feelings under control, so how was he supposed to help anyone else? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had only met her a handful of times, with most of them being before a fight. The first time that he had met her, the first time he actually can fully remember meeting her, was after the mess in Berlin, when his arm was caught in a vice because none of them knew if he was still Bucky. She had smiled at him and said in a saccharine sweet voice, “I will not hesitate to put you six feet under if you do that shit again, understood?”. It was after that comment, after Sam and Steve had both look at her almost in shock, that the latter had introduced her as his wife.

Before he knows it, his feet are carrying him towards her, his footsteps almost silent on the grass until a twig snaps and announces his approach. Y/N's back straightens, her body tensing. Bucky's feet don't stop though, not until he is standing right behind her. She keeps her eyes locked on his headstone, tears having left black colored tracks on her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Bucky questions, immediately kicking himself for how stupid his question was. Of course she wasn't fucking alright. The woman was crying at her lover's grave on the man's birthday. You're a fucking idiot, James Buchanan Barnes. He watches as her eyes shut and she tilts her chin upward every so slightly, letting out a shaky breath. In the distance, fireworks go off, shimmering in the sky.

"You don't have to say anything-It's okay." He quickly replies, knowing that he wouldn't want to open up to someone that he hardly knew. Y/N sighs, her eyes fluttering open and she looks back down at the slab of marble. In front of it was dozens and dozens of offerings. Flags, small shields, candles, plastic red, white, and blue flowers, action figures of the man himself-all left by people they didn't know.

"I didn't think anyone was going to be here. I thought that since it was getting dark that everyone was going to be watching the fireworks." She tells him, her eyes scanning over the words on the headstone over and over again, as if the name was going to change, "I guess I was wrong."

"I didn't want him to be alone on his birthday." She cuts through his thoughts with a knife, stopping him in his tracks. Her voice sounds small, almost faraway as she continues, "I didn't want to come, didn't want to be here, but-but, I knew he shouldn't be alone on his birthday. No one should be alone on their birthday."

Red explodes in the sky, bathing them both in scarlet. Another flies past it- a green one this time-and bursts as the other fades, just as Bucky takes a seat beside her. He gives her ample space  as he tries to get comfortable on the grass.

"No, no he shouldn't." Bucky echoes as he picks up a small action figure of Steve. The eyes are slightly crooked and the colors of his suit have been discolored by the sun, "Did he ever let you throw him a party? I tried, but the punk never let me. Always told me that we shouldn’t waste money on shit like that."

"A couple of times, but nothing too big. Just something small, no gifts, no frills." She answers, a faint smile appearing on her face, "Always gave me something to do. I've never been patriotic."

A bright white firework exploded in the sky, making it look like a thousand more stars had suddenly burst into existence before flickering out.

"You aren't patriotic but you married him?" He questions, holding the action figure in the air. She her smile grows ever so slightly as she shakes her head, her eyes turning towards the sky. Bright blue illuminates her, turning her cobalt for a few seconds.

"I see the irony in it too, don't worry."

There's a moment of silence between them. He looks away from her, his eyes focusing back on the headstone in front of them. The noise of the city celebrating still sounds then, the whistles of the fireworks flying into the sky, the cheers of happy children.

She had disappeared after the funeral.

No more public engagements, no more paparazzi shots. Sam had said that she hadn't been calling, hadn't talked to him at all since they laid Steve to rest. The lights were always off at the house she used to share with him in Brooklyn, but they knew she was home.

She didn't have anywhere else to go.

Her friends were either dead or spread to the wind. Her team was gone, splintered far beyond repair. She would’ve had her husband, but he had made his choice and now she sleeps in a bed that’s too big for her, in a house that’s too quiet, too empty.

"Do you think-Do you think we are allowed to be mad at him?" Her voice is no louder than a whisper when she decides to speak. Her eyes once more on the slab of marble, looking at it like the man himself was sitting there with them. She continues, her eyes watery, "I don't-I've been trying not to be angry with him, but I can't."

"I think so. He-He kind of screwed us over, didn't he?" Bucky answers, turning his head to look at her once more. Her thumb was twisting her gold wedding band around her finger, trying to calm herself, rating to rein in her emotions. 

She was there was Steve came back, hair white and skin wrinkled. She hadn't said anything-No, she just looked at her husband, tears filling her eyes. There was no screaming, no sobbing, no real signs of any outward emotions other than her watery eyes. Steve had tried to talk, tried to explain himself, but she had just walked away. She knew what he did, where he had went. There was no point in arguing with him, with fighting over a choice he had already made so she didn’t. Bucky wonders if she had cried after that, if she had screamed into her pillow after being betrayed by the man she loved. 

He didn’t know that an oh so familiar numbness had started to taken a hold her as she had walked away from the situation. She doesn’t remember any of the drive home-she honestly doesn’t understand how she able to drive at all. The next few days were a blur-she didn’t leave the house, hell, she didn’t even leave her bed unless she had to.

It had taken four days for it to finally settle in, for the pain to crack through and force itself through that numbness. There had been a lot of crying, of screaming during that time. Shattered picture frames, broken dishes. She kept to herself, not wanting to take her anger out on anyone as she processed everything.

At the funeral, she didn't say much to anyone. Everyone's condolences were met with a small smile and nod. She had stood in between Sam and Bucky in the front pew. Her back was rigid, her head held high. Her makeup and hair done perfectly-she had been the dutiful wife and now it seemed like she was becoming the perfect little widow. For a second, Bucky had thought she was processing this all well-better than him, at least-until Sam suddenly grabbed her hand in the middle of someone's eulogy. She had been scratching the back of her hands until they were bloody and raw, her pale pink nails discolored by garnet.

Another firework screams its way into the sky, exploding and illuminating them in emerald for a brief moment. She shifts in the grass, drawing her knees into her chest, making her look smaller than she actually is.

"I miss him. I-I don't know if I should, but I miss him. I still love him." She announces, barely loud enough for him to hear, "No matter what he did, I still love him. I-I wish I didn't, I think it might make it all easier."

"I yelled at him, both Sam and I did. He tried to justify it, wanted Sam to convince you to forgive him." Bucky confesses, his eyes still on her. She turns her head to look at him, brows furrowed, “He didn’t understand why you were so angry with him.”

“I talked to him before he-He didn’t want me to be mad at him. He didn’t want to leave with us with in the middle of fight. Didn’t want to leave it like that. He couldn’t stand it when we fought and these past five years-God, it felt like that was all we did. Everything I did wasn’t good enough fir him.” She looks back down at the ground, fingers picking at the grass, “I kept askin’ him ‘Why?’ and he couldn’t give me an answer. He told me that he loved me, but he also loved her. He acted that’s all he needed to say.”

“I know he had a family with her. Had kids, grandkids, the whole shebang. He had told me-He told me that after we fixed everything-after we brought everyone back that we were gonna settle down like we always talked about, that we could start trying and God, I knew it sounded too good to be true.” Emotion is wrapping around her neck like a noose, making her words strained as tears start to roll down her cheeks, “And I wanted it so bad. I wanted a family with him, even though things were shit and he was pushing me away, I still wanted that. I thought-I thought that finally everything was okay and I feel like an idiot for believing it.”

Her words hang in the air above them, above his grave. They weighed heavily on Bucky, forcing his shoulders down. Steve had promised her a family, a quiet life-some semblance of normalcy and had ripped it away for what? For a woman he knew less than a year? Bucky had asked him if he had regret what he did and Steve hadn’t responded. He had just changed the subject, deciding to instead talk about the quality of his hospital food.

“You’re not an idiot. You didn’t-You didn’t know he was going to do this. None of us did.“ Bucky replies, his voice just as quiet as hers had been moments before. She just sits there, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Both of them just looked at the grave in front of them, a dozen different emotions flowing between the two.

The tears on her face have started to dry. In the distance they could hear music playing, people laughing, and celebrating. They continued to sit quietly in the cemetery, the buzzing of cicadas and fireworks turning into white noise.

-

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loon?

Why do you cry?

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

While it is light

Well, you do enough talk

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die"

#bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers/reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #steve rogers

[suiseisyojo]

because i am sinful, this body will rot away

「overblot!riddle rosehearts x gn!reader」 ↳ ever since you arrived in twisted wonderland, riddle had looked after you. the you who felt so lost and empty, they thought that maybe you'd accept whatever love you could get. cw: [name] is yuu/mc, general yan themes (one forced kiss), riddle's bg mention a/n: [pt. 1] just 1.5k of word vomit describing my adoration for overblot riddle♡

You don’t remember what it felt like to be whole, to be filled with purpose and meaning.

As tears speckled your dampening eyelashes, you blinked while a rush of scorching pain suffused through your body. Trembling in agony, your hands pushed your body upwards and you scrutinized your hazy surroundings.

Beyond the blanket of murky mist whipping around, massive bushes aligned with roses encased the garden of your resting spot; the shapes akin to hearts and royalty. Blotted card soldiers punctuated the outskirts around you, and your tongue felt sordid just looking at them.

“Where am I⋯?” you whispered to yourself, watching how your breaths reflected solemnly in the thick air. You could feel the bluster across your cheeks, pieces of thorns and twigs snapping through each [breeze], burning your legs and tearing apart your uniform. “Ah, that’s right⋯ Heartslabyul. Ace-kun and Deuce-kun were fighting——”

“[Name], this is what happens when you disobey me, and now,” a familiar, yet discordant voice called out to you from your pitiful silhouette on the ground, “are you going to be good for me; or do I have to punish you again?”

Peering upwards, your gaze fell upon 「Riddle Rosehearts」— heaps of ink coated his pallid skin and clothes as the daunting, oppressive figure of a beheaded queen emerged from behind him. The Queen of Hearts who operated solely on the arbitrary darkness of her own choosings, obsessed with order and control. 

“I expect an answer when I’m talking! No response other than ‘Yes, Riddle-sama’ is acceptable!!”

Wretched misery smoldered behind the cavernous depths of his euphoric high—the high born from his inundation of blot. You look at him through your dazed stare; do you feel fear? Pity? Why do you have no desire to flee? Even with all this pain inflicted onto your body, you⋯ stay put.

“I-I’ll be good,” you choked out between heavy breaths, gradually beginning to lift yourself back up. A short distance from you laid an abundance of Heartslabyul students converging together in piles.

Just what did he do?

“——But are you okay, Riddle-san?”

The question spilled from your lips in a soft whisper, a prayer spoken from your heart. It had Riddle’s eyes widening, a flick of his wrist following as the gargantuan blot queen floated rapidly towards you.

Drip, drop.

You blinked and in an instant you felt yourself being scooped up into its frigid, slimy hand. Your back pressed against its palm, the inky blot roiling beneath you, and its elongated fingers confined you into its clasp.

Drip, drop.

Heeled shoes dug into eroded grass as Riddle sauntered over to you with precise steps, and he extended his hand to you.

“How am I expected to trust you’ll listen to my rules without disobedience? Do you think asking some foolish questions is going to save you from not answering?” Riddle asked austerely, his ink-stained fingers tracing along your quivering jaw, smearing splatters of blot into your skin.

Slowly, you shook your head; your own quietude was eerie, yet you couldn’t help but to continue looking upon him. Your precious Riddle.

“I understand what happens if I don’t listen to you,” you answered as you steadied yourself in the queen’s hand, a delicate hand coming out to touch his tarnished cheeks. You needed to placate Riddle, not exacerbate his rampage.

“Hm, do you really understand? If so, then, kiss me,” Riddle ordered with a sardonic smirk, his hot breath fanning across your cheek as his mouth brushed against you. “Ever since you came here, you’ve been far too vulnerable. Ah, but I suppose your kindness is my sin to keep, isn’t it?”

Fluttering your eyes shut, you felt trepidation pervade in your gut.

Is he all you know in this strange world of Twisted Wonderland, and thus you can’t bring yourself to leave his side? No. It’s because you’re becoming him; engulfing everything he has to offer and storing it inside you. You can’t separate yourself from him—not when you both need each other to feel full, whole.

You knew the hole in Riddle’s heart is so deep, he can feel how it aches with his every breath. And if you reached into his chest and searched for something, anything, your hands would only end stained in black.

That’s why, at this rate, he’s going to fill you up with pitch-black ink too.

Distantly, a child cries. Somewhere far within the rose maze, guarded behind rows and rows of card soldiers, lies 「a child bound by rules with no reason」.

Underneath your fingertips, you could feel a faint thrumming starting; it was warm yet lonely, inviting and calling out to you—begging for you to stand back up against the blood red queen in front of you.

Ink dripped and trailed from his face onto yours as you felt his mouth connecting with yours, deep and forceful. As if this kiss was an absolute sacrament that was meant to happen in the warped wonderland Riddle wished to create.

As Riddle parted from you, leaving a heavy blot along your lips—a stain of a reminder to everyone that this day, you had been marked, claimed by him—his smirk only imposed onto you an unending yearning.

“‘I’ want to bring him back⋯!”

As if galvanized by the invisible voice that wept out for you, your hands shoved against his chest and you stumbled from the interstices of the queen’s fingers. Tottering to your feet once more, you held onto yourself tightly⋯

“——After them! Don’t let them escape, soldiers! Capture them, now, now, now!”

⋯so tightly your numbed fingers could feel the force in which you dug into your own flesh.

Riddle’s horrifying screams resounded behind you as card soldiers upon card soldiers pursued you, the unjust ire emanating from him nearly tripping you.

You followed along a vein of heat that permeated beneath the soles of your shoes into the Rose Maze, granting feeling to your nerves, and you looked desperately for the source of the wailing. Your vision was obscured by the frenzied mist, scattered streaks of blot deluged the billows of grass and roses, and you spotted a shimmering red glowing from deeper within.

Glimpsing behind you, from above the hedges, you espied the lances of the soldiers bouncing up as they ran and ran, getting closer to your position. Of course they would know the maze’s layout better than you, this is your first time inside it.

You fixated on following that red light, turning around twisting corners until you lost your footing from a vine; you barrelled into the hedges, rolling until you were stopped by an invisible force.

Despite the pain, you brought your gaze onto the new area of the maze—in the farthest reaches.

A red gleam shone around you, pitch-black silhouettes of teacups and books and treats swirled around the air. In the middle of this vacant-feeling space was a sobbing child, one with red hair and despairing eyes.

“You’re,” a hiccup, “finally here!”

“Riddle-san⋯?” Mesmerized, you slowly made your way over to the child. His sobs were lagging, matching that of your weak breathing, and you could feel his pain burn your skin even from the distance you were at.

You sauntered over to him, steadily as to not trip again, and extended your hand out. The closer your fingers reached for him, the more emotion that swelled in your chest.

This dream truly felt alive to you, as if he was wailing out.

And you still didn’t know why the fog obfuscating your mind wasn’t lifting, making you so readily accept an irregularity such as this but you can’t help but feel like you belong here—as if you were always meant to find and comfort this crying child.

Why had they brought you here? You wondered, the question gyrating before dissolving into nothingness as a memory of misery filled your aching heart.

A young Riddle clinging onto his mother’s dress as hot, thick droplets of tears cascaded down his flushed cheeks; mortification and devastation contorting such an innocent countenance. Apologies spewed from his lips, the once glistening strawberry tarts he longed for colorless and rotten.

Your arms enveloped the young Riddle, laying your warmth over his tender flesh.

“[Name], we were waiting all this time for you,” he spoke, his voice garbled and distorted, reminding you that this was nothing more than an afterimage, “Ever since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland, we felt right again. You’re not going to abandon us, are you?”

“Abandon Riddle-san? No⋯ I-I couldn’t,” you whispered, fingers carding through the young boy’s hair as you spoke with a mollifying tone; to soothe and comfort his hurt.

“Yay! Because you need us too,” he told you, his hand coming up to rest over your chest; feeling the heat of your heartbeat, “you came here because you were empty. You need someone to fill in the pages of your lonely, empty soul. But that’s also why⋯ you have to bring him back.”

Your blurry, tear-soaked vision continued to ravage your grasp on the situation; you sat there, holding onto the young Riddle, overburdened by bits and pieces of memories from the past. What were you suppose to do right now?

Just as that thought entered your mind, you heard the sound of swift footsteps as card soldiers flooded into the hollow space; and you squinted your eyes to see them better.

Their thin lips moved, and all you could hear was, “Queen Riddle ordered us to bring them back—or it’s off with all our heads!!”

And you were subsequently drowned in black as every single soldier pounced on you at once; and you vividly remembered in that moment using your body to shield the young Riddle from their onslaught.

#riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #overblot #overblot riddle #gn reader

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Grueling training led you to this moment, standing in the middle of the forest sent to deal with a demon terrorising the area but it seems you've gotten more than you bargained for when the stripped Kizuki steps into the clearing.

Warning: blood, biting, some light body horror, smut, choking.

A/N : blame @kinjuutsu for this one. wc 3260

Standing in the thick of the forest makes your hairs stand on end. Your ears perking at the sudden blanket of silence that smothers all the sound.

No birds, no hooves or clash of antlers against wood. No claws or screams of trapped prey.

Not even the rustle of the leaves over head.

It's animalistic, the instinct that you're fighting hard to ignore as it burns in your limbs. Scorching the soles of your feet and tugging at your chest. It's hardwired so deep in your DNA that you think you can hear your ancestors yelling through the veil just one word, in various tongues all meaning the same thing.

RUN

But you can't, sent here to purge this Earth of the evil, of the sinful things defying Death as they linger in the shroud of night, too unholy to see the light of day.

Clouds lazily float over the full moon, momentarily blocking out what little light filters through the canopy and by the time the dense vapor eclipsing the moon dissipates there is a shadow looming in the clearing across from you.

You should startle, your ancestors must be even louder now, more worried as you think you feel a tug at your silver starlight hirori. Yet still training for endlessly, tireless years proved the steady stance you had. The blankness to your face as you relax your muscles.

Telling yourself this was just another sparring match.

Amber eyes glow in the dark, kanji in his eyes as you fight the flinch in your spine as you read the unluckiest of numbers.

Three.

Upper three.

A slow steady intake of breath through your nose. Inflating your lungs with the force of your diaphragm, held at the apex of breath.

"A woman slayer?" His voice is velvet sin.

Sucking on your tongue harshly as you feel every inch of skin that his eyes rove over. Like having the evil eye pointed directly at you. Fingers gently ghosting over your very soul and you feel nauseated from his presence.

"Shame I don't fight women. Your spirit is….interesting." In an instant that weighted gaze is gone as the broad man with harsh lined tattoos begins to give you his back. The pink haired man choosing to ignore the sweet lull of your smell that makes his cock stir. He chalks up a discrepancy encouraged from Douma speaking of fertile women non stop.

His fucking mistake to give a tiger his back.

You're pouncing him faster than he can react, first form, Swift Nightshade, severing a part of his head but his vertebrae are too thick. Your amethyst blade is lodged, struggling you place your between his shoulder blades trying to force it free to no avail.

"Oh little moon flower." He sighs, his voice soft before it turns darker, clipped, "You're gonna regret that."

He grabs onto the blade and shoves it from his throat as if he were merely dusting off his shoulders, sending you flying. Bursting through the trunks of thick trees, hundreds of years of growing just to be snapped like a twig in the matter of seconds.

Before you can take in another breath he's on top of you, smile dripping with cruelty. Reminding you all too much like a cat with a mouse in their claws.

Toying as he does, tossing you again in the opposite direction and by the grace of muscle memory you land on your feet.

If you see an Upper Kizuki. Run.

But that command falls on deaf ears. Now that fear has melted, hot as it turns into molten rage. Rage you've worked so hard to control, the flames of it licking at your insides, tongue sharp and jagged as it rips away the sinew from bone.

Turning you into something anew.

A quick change in your stance and you're launching yourself at him again. Fifth form Might of Wolf's bane.

A visage of a giant wolf forms from the swift movements of your blade, slicing his arm clean off only for his fingers to flex a moment later, a new limb grown from his body.

"Pathetic. Your fighting spirit wavers between nothing and supreme territory, you have no control at all."

"Fuck off." You hiss, jumping backward as he advances. Combining two forms, Lily of the Valley and Swaying Foxglove.

Flowers break through the soil in the ground, creating a meadow so vast and thick that there isn't a place that Akaza cannot step without crushing the head of a flower.

"Cheap parlor tricks moonflower." He takes another step and a scent washes over him. Wrapping around him like a silken blanket as his eyes flutter with a sudden exhaustion.

It's weird how the feeling is how you smell. Like the courtyard in his home and just in the distance he thinks he can hear a rhythmic thump as water is dumped into a pool meant to reflect the sky. A mirror for the moon to dance in.

Who used to say that to him again?

Suddenly there is a searing pain in his chest, he looks down and sees you, looking up at him before you slice again, crossing over your original cut.

The wound takes a moment to heal as you retreat to a safe distance, barely felt on his compass as he looks down.

"Aaahh." He grunts and the sound reverberates in your chest, "You crossed my heart."

He touches two fingers to the wound as it heals, wetting them in blood before he licks it away.

"Guess I'll fight for real now." He changes his stance and with it the air about him. The flowers wilt at his feet before it spreads like a blight. Killing everything in its path including withering some of the pre existing trees.

You have to attack now, before the sound at his heart clears all the way up, you need to send the tip of your blade back through his heart in order to paralyze him long enough to cut his handsome head clean from his shoulders.

If it was even enough time with how thick his skin and vertebrae are.

Swinging your blade down, a breath almost fully activated he reaches out with ungodly speed.

Grabbing onto your blade and he has the audacity to yawn. As if he's bored, snapping your katana in his vice grip before he shoves you into the closest tree and shoves the deep amethyst blade right through your shoulder. Pinning you like a delicate insect for display.

Your smell is even more enticing now, the heady metallic tang coating his tongue making him dizzy. His cock stirs again and he rushes for the wound. Pressing his nose just above it and inhaling deeply as you lean your head away from him. He laps at the blood, like a mistreated dog in the summer months finally finding solace in a half dried puddle. His fangs elongate and for the first time he's tasting the blood of a woman. Growling as he huffs over your throat before taking a deep bite.

"Heh." You smirk beside him, "Ya like that?"

It's a growl before you're shoving his face deeper into your wound, letting out a gasped breath as you activate your final form. Wisteria Bloom.

The poison makes quick work as you feel the grip of him failing before the bitterant of the poison coats the back of his throat. It gives him an inkling of a feeling. Of a piece so long forgotten as it burns up the nape of his neck, spreading through synapses with each pounding thought of his head.

"Poison?" He spits onto your clothes, "You did that to them?"

You aren't sure who he's talking about but you'll take credit for killing some vile demon if the taunt meant giving you the upper hand. But before you can his pupils flicker in and out as if his body were combating your deadly, delicious blood on pure rage alone. His black fingers sink into the flesh of your ribs, slowly pushing through the tender meat between the bones.

"You killed them? Poisoned the well?" He growls and your yelp is high pitched. It causes him to slow, to quickly retract his fingers from your frame and dig into his own forearm. The four fingers separated in the middle as he digs two thick and deep wounds on his forearm. The only area that isn't banded in the twilight ink.

His head pounds, louder and louder is the call of a woman's voice just at the fringes in his mind. A soft thing drifting through the veil she toed so easily in life.

Enough. ᴉɾnʞɐH

His ears ring and the pressure on his body is more than any he's felt from his master before. The very master who now slithers into his head, speaking over what can barely be comprehended in his drunken state.

Enough Akaza. There is a finality to it that makes his stomach clench, You hate the weak.

Revitalized, the poison slows but his lust for you doesn't. He claims it is the affect of your blood but he's on you again without so much as a second thought. Running his tongue over your wounds, gently pressing his fingers on the weeping wounds he made in your ribs.

"Are you alright, Moon flower?" His voice is soft and you swallow thickly, it makes your stomach flutter. A gentle press of his lips to each wound on your left side awakens something in you that you wish not to speak aloud. It causes heat to collect and pool between your thighs, as it does his senses heighten.

Repeating the action on the other side. Dark fingers ripping away the buttons at your front, tearing away and yet keeping your haroi intact aside from your own sword holding you in place.

"D-dont." You try to squirm out of his touch, the cool night air causing your nipples to peak.

"Oh shy now are we?" He smiles up at you, mouth smeared with your blood, the moonlight plays tricks on your eyes and it almost looks as if he were flushed.

As if his eyes were flickering between blue and amber. Dark twilight making room for the stars and moon before they return to a golden shine of the rising sun.

You feel dizzy yourself, mostly from the blood loss of so you say as he brings his mouth to your breast. Pulling your pebbled nipple with his teeth gently before giving a harsh suck. A breathy shine escapes you and when he looks up you freeze. Like a bunny seen on the forest floor by the grinning fox in the brush.

It's well known how that will end.

Just like this as he rises back to his full height, looming over you with that look. His hands finding your sides, gently squeezing your ribs in his massive grip making you feel so small.

"Do it moonflower, use a breath to heal these." As if under a spell you speak so softly.

"Y-yarrow's touch." White lace flowers blossom over your ribs and throat, slowly healing wounds not being kept open. The demon slaps his hand onto your throat over his bite wound.

"Not this one, Princess." Sinful velvet again and you concentrate elsewhere. Soon they are healed, skin barely discolored and the only sign you were ever wounded at all is the lingering lines of blood that the demon leans over to lick. Thick tongue pressed flat against your smooth skin to take in your sweet nectar.

A shiver runs down your spine, cunt clenching embarrassingly and again he looks up. That predatorial look shining in his eyes. He wipes away the blood, your blood and comes closer to you. Pressing his lips to yours with such a softness, such a need it makes you whimper.

He groans, licking your lips that you part for him. Tongue swiping, swirling over yours and when he pulls away for just a moment the two of you share a silvery string of spit. He groans, coming back for more when he smells that insanely sweet smell again that clouds his mind before he finally realizes what it is. Hand sinking down your front, paste the dark fabric of your pants and panties cupping your heat for just a moment. Feeling the weight of you here and his harder than he's ever been before. Slowly his middle finger parts your folds and when he feels a wetness to you he shudders.

"So wet." He presses himself into you further, nose over your bloody throat, "I've hardly done anything to you Princess."

"Or maybe…maybe you like fighting as foreplay huh?" He bites you again and the moan you let out is loud, long. Makes your face and throat heat as he sucks. Letting your blood flood his mouth and he groans with each swallow. Pressing harsh sloppy circles to your clit, mouth at your ear.

"'S that why you're a demon slayer moonflower?" He teases, gently nipping at your ear, "Wanna be corrupted and fucked by a big bad demon?"

You can't speak, can hardly breathe as he hovers in your personal space. Drowns you out with his scent. Smelling faintly of salt. He grabs onto your throat, squeezing so tightly your eyes flutter.

"Answer me. Tell me how you want to beg for my fat cock." He palms himself before he lets you go, fingers still pressing on your clit as you quake beneath him. Your vision blacks out and you let out the most beautiful, constricted moan he's ever heard.

"Is that a yes, pretty flower?" He pulls it from you again and again and again until his fingers are so soaked in your juices it drips from his wrist.

"Pl-please." You're so dizzy. So overstimulated as he has you reeling again. He leans close, pulling away his fingers from your clit and shoving them roughly into your spasming pussy. Angling them back towards him, lucky he found your sponge spot right away.

"Akaza." He breathes into your ear, "Now moan my name and I'll fill this angel cunt."

"Akah...I- can't." You pant, trying to desperately grind against him but his free hand slams your hips into the tree, cracking it even.

"You can and you will." He bites your throat again, worsening the wound and lapping at the blood, he feels dizzy. So drunk off of the smell of you, "Say it."

It's obvious in his tone that he wants to fuck you as badly as you want him. Lust and nothing short of delirium riddle your mind and swell your tongue.

"Akazaaahhh." You pant, your head resting on his heavily, "Please fuck me."

Without thought his voice changes, soft, endearing, protecting and filled to the brim with want.

Need.

As if it were you who were denying him.

"As you wish, princess." He slides himself into you with ease. Right to the hilt and he stays still. Savoring the feeling of you fluttering around him as you adjust to his size.

"M-move, p-please." Your head is spinning and the wound in your shoulder and bite marks pound in time with your cunt. Sick with want and need, for this demon to fill you up with sticky white, "Akaza."

"Anything for you." He moves slowly, setting a deep rut that has your head hitting the trunk of the tree. The pleasure is unimaginable, cresting in you with each steady roll of his hips. You've been fucked before but no where near like this, it felt different.

Like devotion.

Like he needed you to know what you did to him, how you make his heart pound and the way he's moving you, the way his hands touch at your body as if you were something to be marveled had your brain twisted.

Love sits on your tongue when it shouldn't, especially as he gently grabs onto your chin with on big palm. Fingers and thumb causing divots in your cheeks with no real malice as he forces you to hold his gaze.

"So pretty. So fucking pretty." He rasps, eyes deepening into twilight blue, hair turning jet black and where his self inflicted wounds were now twin bands of black ink on both forearms.

"Akaza?" Your voice is soft and suddenly the image is gone and he's back to how he looked before. Tattoos elsewhere on his skin, on his throat and face. Eyes a golden color as upper three stare back at you. He comes closer, swallows your moans with a kiss. Its hungry, deep, as if he's finally come home.

"What is it, Princess?" He asks after he breaks the kiss, "What do you need, let ᴉɾnʞɐH, take care of you."

But whatever name he uses doesn't come out right, it sounds blurred and fuzzy and it makes his free hand grip at the back of his neck so hard he draws blood. Pushing his fingers in knuckle deep as if trying to rip a parasite from his spinal cord.

"N-need you." You pant, hands coming up to class at this back, "Need you to fill me."

His cock twitches at that and whatever was bothering him fizzles out at the back of his head. He chases his own high as you continue to squeeze him so tightly he sees stars. His pace lacks structure as he sloppily thrusts into you. Painting your walls with white hot ropes. He says something so low. Three words but you can only make out.

"Princess." Like it's a sacred word, a song to be sung to the gods in worship, a sound that he makes seem as if it's only for you.

Slowly he pulls out and when he is without you he suddenly feels enraged. Anguish, head throbbing with such an intensity he falls to his knees.

"Where are you? Moon flower?" He begins to claw at his face, lost in some sunbleached illusion, "Princess? Where the fuck are you?"

You think you see fat tears fall down his cheeks before they are followed by thick ribbons of crimson.

Panic devours you whole and in your own hazed mind you pull the sword from your shoulder, feeling his pain well in your stomach as you rush to him.

"I'm here. I'm right here." You coo, wrapping your arms around him as you bend over to cradle his head. Quickly he wraps his arms around your waist while he stays on his knees burying his head into your legs. He gasps, fangs elongated but like a spell the smell of you placates him before globs of blood land on his shoulder.

He looks up at you shocked, your knees turning to jelly causing you to fall but he rises to catch you before you hit the ground holding you tightly to him that your bones groan from the force. Passing out with a final breath.

"Akaza."

You were a liability, a fucking problem as he slowly comes back to his senses. Unsure how this scene unfurled before him. How he ended up whispering so softly that he loved you as he fell into his own sweet abyss as you encouraged him with the sweet sounds of your mewls.

He should let you die.

He should kill you.

He knows he should.

It would be easy to just crush you together in his grip as you lie limp in his strong arms.

But instead he grabs the blade of your sword and the hilt, pushing you closer to him as he jumps from the clearing in the forest.

Bringing you back to God knows where.

#akaza x reader #akaza x female reader #hakuji x reader #kny x reader #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️ #kitten writes hakuji

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A summer's secret - m.yg

Love can hit you like a heatwave unexpected and intense leaving you breathless and yearning for more, but it can also bloom like a flower in the summer shyly revealing its beauty day by day.

Genre : Fluff

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Its the brutal July again! where sun baked the suburban streets turning them into a shimmery haze. Cars across the road wavered in the hot air rising off the pavement. Inside, the room felt like a stuffy cave. Dust danced in the weak sunlight that peeked through the blinds. Sweat stuck on to you like glue and the fan whirring like a tired hamster, just moved the hot air around.

Seo ra and Hyun woo (y/n's friends) sprawled on your flowered rug in misery. Seo ra's normally fiery red hair stuck to her forehead as she limply fanned herself with a comic book. Hyun woo always enthusiastic and loud was a melted puddle of sweat as he swatted at a fly buzzing around his head half heartedly. The sun was a relentless bully and the air in the roon hung heavy, thick enough to cut with a knife. You all needed a way to cool off, a taste of summer that wasn't just scorching heat.

"Okay, okay," Hyun woo huffed, wiping sweat off his brows. "I give in Truth or Dare?"

A mischievous glint lit up Seo ra's eyes. She glanced at the window overlooking the neighboring house where a glimmer of blue water teased. "Y/n is choosing Dare." She said her voice laced with a hint of a challenge.

Your neighbor Yoongi was a mystery wrapped in puzzle. Tall and athletic he had moved in a month ago, rarely seen outside except for the occasional late night swim. Curiosity with a dash of nervousness bubbled in your stomach.

"I dare you to jump from your roof into Mr. Mystery's yard" Seo ra declared a smirk pulling at her lips.

Your head snapped towards her. "Are you crazy? That's a two-story drop!"

"Chicken," Hyun woo taunted, looking at Seo ra to join in with him

You didn't wanted to be called a chicken. Pride that internal motivator flared besides, it was just the yard right?. A rebellious part of you thrilled at the prospect of breaking the monotony of the scorching afternoon.

"Fine" you muttered a tremor running through your voice despite your bravado. "But if I break my neck you guys are taking the blame."

They whooped and high-fived, their enthusiasm fueling your fear. Climbing onto your roof felt ridiculously impulsive, the rough shingles biting into your palms. Below Yoongi's pristine white house gleamed the pool beckoning like a sapphire oasis.

You took a deep breath peering down at the yard. It seemed much farther than it did from your window. Your foot hovered on the edge, fear creeping in and suddenly a twig snapped beneath the shoe. Panic surged through you before you could overthink you were pushed off, a strangled cry escaping your lips. The wind whooshed past your ears as you plunged downwards. Time seemed to stop as your eyes squeezed shut bracing for impact.

Then......a rush of cool water enveloped you. Disoriented you sputtered, coughing out a mixture of pool water and surprised laughter. You had landed not in the yard, but right in the middle of Yoongi's swimming pool. The shock wore off replaced by a sinking feeling. Your clothes were heavy, clinging to you like a second skin. Your hair usually a mess of curls was plastered to your face everything felt thoroughly ridiculous.

A deep chuckle broke the silence as you opened your eyes cautiously to see Yoongi standing on the edge of the pool sunlight catching the droplets dripping off his dark hair. He wore nothing but a pair of swim trunks the kind that left very little to the imagination. Your cheeks flushed crimson.

"Well, that was certainly an entrance" he said, his voice in amusement and also with concern. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah," you stammered, desperately wanting to vanish from this world. "I... uh..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and a playful smile on his lips. "Care to explain?"

Shamefully you spilled the story about the dare your voice growing quieter with every word.

His smile softened. "Sounds like you need better friends." He extended a hand towards you. "Here, let me help you out."

You took his hand, surprised by the warmth that shot through you at the simple contact. He pulled you out of the pool with an ease. Water cascaded around the both of you as you stood dripping and utterly mortified on the pool deck.

Yoongi offered you a towel. "You look like a drowned cat" he remarks "How about you get yourself dry first Mmm? We can talk about your escape route later."

Awkwardly, you accept the towel burying your face in it to hide the blush creeping up your neck and scurry past him, stealing a glance at his toned physique as you both walked towards the back door. He held the door open and motioned you to get inside.

The cool air conditioning inside his house felt heavenly. You wrapped the towel around yourself trying to ignore the way it clung to your damp clothes. Curiosity nibbled at you, This stranger who lived next door suddenly seemed interesting.

Yoongi walked in holding a dry T-shirt and a pair of shorts. "Here" he said placing them on the kitchen counter. You grabbed the clothes, your gaze fleeting across his face. "Thanks" you muttered. After a while silence stretched in the air punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator as you cleared your throat.

"So" He said, leaning against the counter, his arms folded. "About that escape route."

The memory of the predicament flooded back and a sheepish smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah, about that…"

"Don't worry" he chuckled. "I won't tell your friends you chickened out. Though considering your…grand entrance, maybe you already won the dare?"

"Not exactly" you admit. sinking into a chair at the table. "They wouldn't accept just landing in the pool. I was supposed to jump into the yard."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Well, you certainly made an impression."

Heat crawled up your face again as you chewed on your lips, unsure what to say. "Listen, I'm so sorry about trespassing. Your pool just… looked so inviting."

His smile softened. "Don't worry about it. I'm surprised no one else has taken a dip in this heat. This place can turn into an oven on days like this."

After that a comfortable silence settled between, broken only by the clinking of ice cubes as he filled two glasses of lemonade. He handed one to you, the cool condensation sending a shiver down your arm. You took a sip, the sweet and tangy flavor welcomed against contrast to the oppressive heat outside. You both talked for what felt like hours, about everything and nothing. He told you about his job as a photographer, the stories his travels brought him. You shared your dreams about living a decent life as an artist as you are attending college for now. He took genuine interest in knowing and wanting to see your drawings. Time seemed to melt away the awkwardness replaced by an easy companionship. It felt…different than any conversation you had with your closest friends.

The sun began its descend casting long shadows across the room, you finally realize how late it was. Panic threatened to rise What were Seo ra and Hyun woo thinking? "Oh my gosh, I gotta go!" You exclaimed, jumping out of the chair. "They must be freaking out wondering where I am."

"Time does fly when you're having fun'' he says.

"Right. Well, thanks for everything. The towel, the clothes, the lemonade… and of course for not throwing me out." You say slightly shy.

He walks you to the back door, his presence sending a strange flutter in your stomach. "Anytime" he says. "And hey, don't climb on your roof again. There are better ways to impress your friends." He winks a gesture that makes your heart skip a beat. As you step onto the porch, a mischievous glint enters his eyes. "Unless, offcourse your next dare involves climbing back up there for another swim?". Your jaw dropped and he laughed the sound rich and warm sending goosebumps prickling on your skin. "Just kidding," he says quickly seeing your flustered expression. "But the offer stands. For a um...less dramatic entrance though."

You stumbled out a goodbye your head spinning. Back at home Seo ra and Hyun woo bombarded you with questions. But you made up a lame story about Yoongi scaring you off with an angry dog or something, knowing full well they didn't believe it. However their voices faded into the background as you replayed the afternoon in your head. Yoongi’s easy smile, his genuine interest in your art all of it felt new and exciting.

Days passed and you constantly found yourself glancing out your window towards his house, a strange sense of anticipation bubbling in your stomach. When dusk settled casting shadows across the street, you saw him emerge from his house a towel slung over his shoulder. He caught your eye and waved, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. Your heart left for vacation, and you suddenly grabbed your swimsuit and a towel tiptoeing out your bedroom window. The roof once daunting now felt like a path to something thrilling. You stood at the edge, taking a deep breath. The memory of your ungraceful entry made you wince. Then with a newfound confidence you pushed off landing with a graceful splash in the cool water.

Yoongi stood on the edge of the pool with a mixture of surprise and relief on his face. "Much better entrance this time" he said extending his hand.

"So," he said, his voice low, "ready for a real swim this time?"

That night, under the star lit sky laughter echoed across the pool deck. Him being an excellent swimmer patiently showed you strokes you'd only ever attempt in the shallow end. The fear of the deep water that used to constrict your chest had vanished. As the moon climbed higher you both retreated to the poolside chairs wrapped in oversized towels. He talked about his upcoming trip to capture the Northern Lights his voice filled with an infectious passion for his work. Suddenly a beat of silence hung heavy between as you both leaned forward your faces inches apart. His gaze held yours a question lingering in his dark eyes. His lips hovered just above yours the space between the both charged with unspoken possibilities. Before you could bridge the gap, a loud crash from inside the house startled the both of you. Yoongi cursed under his breath. "That must be the door" he said his voice tinged with annoyance. He went to investigate leaving you alone with the echo of what could have been your heart as it hammered against your ribs, a mix of disappointment and a strange sense of feeling. He returned quickly a sheepish grin on his face. "Turns out my brother decided to grace me with his presence after all." The arrival of his brother effectively put an end to the almost-kiss but a new kind of comfort settled. You said your good byes and returned back home.

The next few days were filled with stolen glances across the backyard fence and whispered conversations through open windows. You both found excuses to be outside when the other was around, lingering over watering cans and strategically placing the lawnmowers.

As the summer days bled into warm nights, the dare that had brought the both of you together faded into a distant memory. What started as a rebellious act had blossomed into something far more meaningful a connection forged under the summer sun a friendship with the promise of something more.

On one starlit night as both of you sat by the pool your shoulders brushing, Yoongi turned to you, his voice a husky whisper. "Maybe" he said, his gaze searching yours "we don't need dares anymore." With that your lips met under the watchful gaze of the moon, it felt like the beginning of a story waiting to be written, a story filled with laughter, dreams, and perhaps just perhaps the blossoming of love under a summer sky.

#bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts #yoongi #min yoogni #fluff #bts fluff #summer #bts army #bts ffs #bts ff recs #sky

[misaverawrites]

Hiii your Adaman works give me life!

Can I make a request?

Could you do a fic where Adaman accidentally “walks in on” reader bathing in the stream? (No nsfw, just suggestive? We love unresolved sexual tension) 💕

The Flow of Time (Adaman x Reader)

Tags: suggestive content (18+ mdni!!), adaman is awkward, kissing, no sex, reader is not the mc, fem!reader, mutual crushing

Summary: Adaman catches you while you’re bathing in a river, though it’s awkward, he makes it up to you.

In the early mornings of the summertime, when it was hot and humid in the crimson mirelands, you found yourself making somewhat of a routine of bathing in the cool rivers that surround the diamond clans encampment. You tried to not stay for long, lest someone see you, only long enough to cool yourself off and get rid of your post-sleep haze. This was one of those mornings.

You had removed what little you had worn to bed, being just your underclothes, leaving them just at the river’s bank. You lie back, letting the cool water pool around you, it runs through your hair and over your body. You sit up just slightly, shivering at the water’s coolness compared to the heat in the air. You run your hands through your hair before switching to getting on the both of your knees, you pool water in your hands as the sun shines on your bare skin, the golden hue burning your eyes just slightly as you splash the water on your face.

That is until you hear a noise, the snap of a twig or something or other. It draws your attention from your lovely and rare alone time. Your eyes snap up nervously and your head darts around like a Stantler looking for its predator. That’s when you see him, Adaman. Your life-long friend and the leader of the diamond clan.

Oh shit. You stand up without thinking as if to run and get your clothes on. That’s when you realize, that if Adaman hadn’t seen you before, he could certainly see you now. In all your glory. His eyes go to you and then to the side, “Almighty Sinnoh!” He says, trying to avoid your gaze, “What… What are you doing out here?!” He moves forward a bit, still avoidant of looking at you and just looking around you. “I was bathing, Adaman.” You say, defensively, “What are you doing out here?!” Adaman, unfortunately, doesn’t get a chance to answer before stepping just a bit too close to the riverbank, knocking your underclothes into the stream. You gasp and he panics, able to grab them but, they’re unfortunately soaked through.

“Almighty Sinnoh, I’m so sorry…” He looks like a kicked puppy, it’s all he can do to quickly remove his haori, “Can you turn around?” He asks you, to which you cautiously oblige. Your skin jumps even more at the warmth that soon surrounds it, his haori tracing over your figure and bringing back warmth and covering everything that needs to be covered. 

“Thank you, Adaman.” You murmur, as you lean against him. His strong arms wrap around your shoulders, “Of course, but I do believe I should help you in sneaking back to the encampment, it would look rather scandalous for both of us should we return while you’re indisposed.” He chuckles a bit and you scoff jokingly, “I think I’d be dead of embarrassment if I was seen by anyone in the Diamond Clan like this, except for you.”

He pauses as he takes your hand, walking with you, “I’m flattered but, you also didn’t choose this…” You shake your head, “It’s okay though. You’re my friend Adaman, more than my friend, honestly.” He hums in surprise, “More than your friend?” He gives you a smile that could only be called cheeky, “What do you mean by that?”

It’s just a moment but he looks hopeful after that comment, something in his eyes, “You know what I mean Adaman,” It isn’t until he stops you, “I want you to say it, otherwise I will only hope…” You nod, “Adaman, I like you more than anyone else, I only want to be with you and unfortunately, you finding me naked in a river is how you had to find out.” You laugh softly, which is interrupted by his lips on yours. “I love you too, more than the world,” He murmurs against your lips as he deepens the kiss, his hands carefully sliding over your body. It’s a scene out of a novel but for now, you pull away, “I’d rather anyone not catch us in a scandalous position, Adaman.” He chuckles and nods, “Then, let me escort you back home, it is the very least I can do, considering I… ruined your underclothes.” You laugh a bit with a nod, as Adaman walks you home and despite being thoroughly nude, it’s one of the best walks you’ve had in a long, long time.

#adaman x reader #x reader #fanfiction #adaman x y/n #adaman pokemon #diamond clan leader adaman #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends fanart #pokemon legends oc #pokemon legends adaman #pokémon adaman #adaman #pokemon legends #legends arceus #pla

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“Unless you have something worthwhile to say,” he forewarns, “I don’t want to fucking hear it.” He releases her neck, and she collapses to the ground on her hands and knees between his legs with gasps and coughs under her lips. He huffs, eyes rolling as he reprimands, “You have a knack for running those lips and getting yourself into trouble. I suggest you choose your next words carefully, female.”

She keeps her head down, her hands stuck to the floor by an invisible weight as the mass of her body is thrust down on her. All she can do is gulp down the oxygen he’d limited her moments ago, her lungs thanking her for the air as her ribcage expands and then contracts over and over again.

Her throat has since become dry, the red imprints of his fingers marring her throat on both sides as she pants and breathes the numbness in her temples away so she can think. Her thoughts are as wispy and formless as air, and they are blown away with each breath she takes.

Her alpha grows in impatient, his heel lifting and tapping the ground again and again as he vituperates, “Your silence will not be sufficient and you have been taught this, you disobedient whore.” He takes one foot and puts it beneath her chin, lifting it up so she has no choice but to meet his cold glare, “If you want to remain a mute, you can be one by yourself and spend the next few nights alone in our bed with your hands tied to the bedpost so that you don’t get any…ideas while you are by your lonesome, you indecent slut.”

The threat has her scampering for words, eyes glossy and wide as she looks up at him from her position on the floor. The sight of him before her has her pussy clenching around nothing, intimidation and arousal coloring her in delicious ways. A light tint of pink shades her cheeks, from both, the lack of air and the stare he sends her. She can't help it. She's always found it hot when he was being assertive. One of the reasons as to why she'd been bratty was because she thoroughly enjoyed watching him assert his already-established dominance over her. She loved watching him fight and take what was his. From her position on the floor now, however, she realizes that he was more upset with her than he's ever been. She'd gone too far in her actions this time. He'd make her take the consequences for it. He's put up with her nonsense for far too long, and his patience has snapped like a fucking twig under the weight of her disobedience. This was the last straw. She's pulled back from her thoughts and into reality when she feels him nudge her chin with his foot, a growl leaving him at her silence. Yet again, she'd forgotten to answer him. Fuck- "A-a" she tries speaking, but, her voice cracks under the pressure of her own windpipe, her throat sore from the hand he'd put around her throat earlier. "I-.. n-not.." she tries, but she fails. Pathetically so.

Her thoughts flow into his mind like water. There is nothing that stops their course from the basin of her mind to the whirlpool of his. He sucks them in and doesn’t relinquish them. They are the water he needed after a long fucking drought.

He knew there was nothing she found more attractive than when he exercised his authority and power. He fully understood that she had pushed him this far because she’d wanted just that. She couldn’t help herself when he demonstrated his command and control over her. She’d said it only once, when he’d had her wrists bound behind her back and she’d been on her hands and knees underneath him, but she loved it when he ruled and reigned over her.

When he made it so that she didn’t have to think and could just be used by him.

He’d told her then, when she’d come around his cock with a high-pitched cry, that he would be her slave. All she needed to do was obey him. Love him. Serve him.

And now, as she lays on her belly between his feet in an act of obeisance, the truth of those words strike her far too late. She’d pushed him too far this time. This time, there would be no forgiveness. Not until he’d reminded her who really held the reins. Not until he’d put her in place.

“I’m afraid I didn’t quite hear you.” He berates, his toes pushing up on her chin. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you do not wish for me to get up from this place and leave you to wail next to the fire for me.”

She whines, her throat aching from the punctures and fingerprints still left there.

He gives a blustering gnarl, “If you can find it in yourself to fucking whine, you can manage to speak, whore. Don’t make me tell you again. You won’t like what happens, you little slut.”

#alpha jungkook asks

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Like A Hurricane: Part 1

A/N: Going through some of the prompts I’ve saved over the years from when I was just lurking around writeblr – and this one from @prompts-for-every-need was like striking gold for instant inspiration!

Character A = Avian | Character B = Blaze | Prompt is in blue font!

Warnings: Past trauma, unwanted company (not sure if this is a warning per se, but thought I’d mention it), slight anxiety/panic attack, strong feelings of anxiety

My masterlist

Blaze jerked at the sharp snap of a twig behind her.

“Scoot over,” a voice muttered, budging Blaze with their elbow. Blaze turned to see who had joined her lonely assignment, only to find the one person she couldn't be around.

“Get your own scouting spot,” Blaze grumbled, but shifted to make room for the man whose company she avoided like the plague. Since when was he assigned to this detail?

This was supposed to be a solo mission. Taking down Terren was easy. All she had to do was—

“God you’re difficult,” her unwanted companion whispered.

“I didn’t ask you to be here,” she hissed, “and I doubt the Agency did either.”

For once, Avian remained silent. Who knew he wasn’t all hot air and wasted breath? Blaze had to admit—albeit begrudgingly— that he was a powerful hero, and maybe, just maybe, having his assistance would this already simple mission even easier to complete so she could go home and revel in…

Her absolute solitude? Her utter loneliness? Her empty apartment?

There was a reason she’d chosen the overwhelmingly popular assignment set for Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t like it would interfere with any plans or her loving, committed relationship and its well-being like that of so many of her colleagues’.

Her huff misted in the air before her. She’d barely allowed herself to use enough energy to stave off the chill in the air, but at least she wasn’t shivering or suffering from the bone-numbing cold. Nevertheless, she’d had to conserve her energy. Terren was ruthless. A viscous fighter and a savvy planner, Terren could literally rule the earth. And it wouldn’t have anything to do with her ability to control natural matter and everything to do with her.

“Why did you choose this assignment?” Avian asked quietly.

Blaze’s eyes slid to him, watching him skeptically for a second. Any of her doubt or suspicion remained unseen, as his intent focus was on the supervillain’s darkened base. She shifted her focus back to her—their—target, gritting her teeth. Forcing her jaw to relax, she relented and offered an answer under her breath. “Does it matter?”

“Guess not.”

Again, her gaze landed on the aerokinetic human beside her. Her breath stuttered when she found his steel-blue eyes fixed on her as if he were trying to unravel some great mystery. She swallowed thickly. Taking a breath, Blaze prayed that her voice wasn’t strained in that way it so often was when she had to interact with Avian for a second too long. Breaking her eyes away from his to watch over the hidden base just one frost-covered stretch of grass away, she forced out a question of her own.

“Why are you here?”

Avian hummed, shifting in place amongst the bed of pine needles and prickly underbrush Blaze had so wrongly chosen as the perfect scouting location. “Why not?”

Blaze clenched her jaw. Her ears burned, just as the blood in her cheeks was surely aflame. In another time, perhaps steam would have whistled from her ears, and smoke would’ve billowed from her flared nostrils. But she had control now, and neither happened no matter how much the mental image she had of herself remained that hot-headed, easy to flare, pyro.

“Remind me again why you hate me?” Avian questioned, his voice tight.

Blaze’s lips parted. She almost managed to form the words that she didn’t hate him, but she couldn’t. All she could think about was him. All she could think about was the one, single incident that had sent her on a collision course with herself, and it was all because of—

“Oh, that’s right,” Avian persisted, unhindered. Blaze could barely hear him over the pounding of her heart against her chest. “I signed on at the agency and the first time we met, you instantly decided you didn’t like me. What, am I a threat to you? Have I offended you in some way? Afraid I’ll smother your flames?”

“No,” Blaze interrupted quietly, lips wobbling.

“Then what,” Avian pressed, “what have I done or said or haven’t done or said that’s made you so cold toward me?”

Blaze bit her lip. The memories, the horrible nightmares, the past mistakes flooded her mind’s eye. The light snow, the frost, the bite of the air, the pine trees, each throat-burning breath ceased to register in her mind as the crackling fire she couldn’t control consumed her mind.

Yes, she’d started it, but he’d taken control of it.

Twister.

He’d come in and out of her life like a hurricane. Destructive, commanding, absolutely evil.

She hadn’t known it at the time. Neither had the agency. By all means, Twister was an upstanding citizen, a hero through and through. And a very good kisser, a smooth-talker, a—

“Hey,” Avian’s tentative fingers brushed her arm. She jerked away, shooting to her feet and jumping away. “Blaze—”

She gasped. Sparks fizzed from her fingertips as she brought her hands up to attack.

“Blaze, it’s me. It’s only me. Avian.”

Blaze blinked. The memories faded. The fire curling in her blood cooled. Goosebumps prickled along her skin, reminding her of the chill, and why she was here. Her eyes dropped to stare at the frozen ground. Her chest heaved. Taking full deep breaths, Blaze tried to calm her pounding heart. It was like she’d run a marathon. Squeezing her eyes shut as her lips twisted, she found herself wishing that she had.

“It’s not you,” she uttered at last, unable to drag her eyes away from her feet. Blaze feared that if she looked into Avian’s eyes, she’d shatter. “I—it’s your powers.”

“My…powers?” Slowly, Avian got to his feet. Blaze didn’t see him move, half consumed by the memory of the fire she couldn’t control, that had burned an entire city block, all because she’d lost control.

No, she gritted her teeth. Twister had taken it, her control, her fire.

“Hey,” Avian said softly. His fingers grazed her wrist. The light touch against her bare skin made her flinch. She didn’t even have time to jerk away from him, her mind mistaking him for someone else, before the phantom touch was gone completely. “Blaze…are you with me?”

She blinked, fighting to hear anything over the roar of flames long since extinguished.

“Maybe I should go?” Avian said. Slowly, he turned away.

Blaze shook her head fiercely. Her lips turned into a frown as her eyes went wide. Panic thrummed through her bloodstream, and the utter stillness that had consumed her moments before fled, receding like a flash of lightning. Before Blaze could even realize what she was doing or could think it through or make any conscious decision, her hand shot out and weakly grasped his wrist. Avian stiffened. His steel-blue eyes met her blank hazel stare over his shoulder.

“Stay,” she breathed. “Please.”

“You sure?” In the dark light of the stars, she could just barely make out his raised brows and the blanket of shock laid over his features as he half-turned around to look at her.

Blaze bit her lip. “No,” she paused, her chest heaving. “But I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Okay,” Avian nodded, stepping closer. Blaze dropped his wrist and wrapped her arms around herself. Avian gestured to the bush, and beyond it, the lair they were supposed to be surveying as he slowly crouched down. “I’ll stay.” Blaze followed his lead and crouched beside him, resuming her position from earlier as she tried to stave off her shivering. “Thank you.”

A/N 2: Fun fact: I've had this drafted since last Valentine's Day and never posted it but then bestie (@heroes-villains-side-blog) and I were chatting and decided to post our Valentine's pieces together😜 I'm also fairly certain during the course of this conversation we ended up becoming co-conspirators and thus our Villaintine's Day event was born😈

#heroes and villains #prompt fill #prompt creator appreciation #prompt by: prompts-for-every-need #hero x hero #hero x villain community #my writing #writeblr

[opkinktobercyoa]

> STICK TO WHAT YOU KNOW

Into the Haunted Forest! A One Piece Kinktober CYOA!

Chapter One: Zoro

Content warnings: N/A (SFW chapter) | WC: 800

> START READING HERE > PREVIOUS CHAPTER

You’re not exactly eager to go trekking to the woods on the word of some panicked kid. Besides, you’ve been here before, and it’s basically common knowledge that time passes differently in the spirit realm. As long as you keep to the path, you’ll have to find a crossing point eventually.

The shift in the terrain is so gradual that you hardly even notice it at first. The undergrowth knits itself a little closer, the trees more sparse. It’s hard to be sure how long you’ve been walking by the time you realize that there’s something artificial to the flora lining the path; their lines are ever so slightly too rigid to be natural, like they’ve been carefully trimmed by some unseen gardener.

For a moment, you consider turning back, but there weren’t any forks in the road. The waterfall has to lie at the end of… whoever this strange garden belongs to. So you forge ahead as the bushes grow into tightly compacted hedges, walling you in.

Eventually, you reach a fork in the road and realize: I’m in someone’s hedge maze.

You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves. You have plenty of time before daylight; this is just the landscape of the spirit realm rearranging itself to throw you off, but you’re too cunning to lose your cool to something so simple.

While you linger there, trying to choose the left or right fork, you suddenly make out the sound of something crashing through the underbrush. It’s still far in the distance, and not quite as big as deer-kid, but clearly big enough that you aren’t particularly worried about something so trivial as left or right anymore.

You break into a run, feet thudding against dusty earth that gives way to cobblestone as you bolt between the hedges. While you somehow, miraculously, manage to avoid meeting any dead ends, the path is full of sharp turns and switchbacks.

The thing that’s following you, on the other hand, is charging straight through the hedges, cutting a straight path toward you.

You keep running, the burn in your lungs building steadily as the minutes pass, but it’s no good. Your heart sinks with the sound of twigs snapping and branches snapping directly behind you as something, or someone, barrels into you and shoves you to the ground.

Its breath is hot on the back of your neck as it pants. You can feel its palms–human hands, you think, even if they’re big ones–sweaty against your bare skin, and you can’t help but whimper a little in fear.

But then, to your surprise, the weight pulls away from you. There’s a heavy thud as the thing collapses back onto the bare earth, still fighting to catch its breath.

For a moment, you wait, not quite convinced that it isn’t going to attack you again, but when nothing happens, you pull yourself up to face it. At first, it appears human: the face of a human man, high cheekbones and soft features an alluring contrast to his broad, densely muscled chest. But as your gaze trails down, past the emerald green happy trail on his stomach, you find a pair of boar’s haunches.

Another were-beast? you wonder, but no, the kid seemed like an even melding of human and animal features while this thing is split straight down the middle. He catches your eye when you look back up and smirks a little when you notice the pair of horns sprouting from the crown of his head.

“A minotaur?” you ask, more curious than shocked at this point. It seems the night is going to have plenty more surprises in store for you; may as well get used to them.

“Cool, huh?” he brags, the rise and fall of his chest settling a little.

“Yeah,” you nod, not really hearing yourself. You’re more focused on trying to recall all the mythology you’ve ever read. “You guard this place? I didn’t mean to trespass, I swear. I’m just trying to find my way home.”

“You and me both,” he grunts, rising to his cloven feet and dusting off his furred legs. “My shift ended days ago.”

Okay, maybe some things can surprise you.

“Your shift?” you ask, and he furrows his brow a little in your direction like you’re being unbelievably stupid. “Days?! I don’t have days!”

He rolls out his shoulders, rubbing at one of his biceps. “Shut up for a second. I'm tense. Need to clear my head.”

Rude, you think to yourself, but if he really is this place's guard, he must know it better than you do. Getting him into a more relaxed state of mind is in both of your best interest.

> OFFER HIM A MASSAGE. (SFW)

> OFFER HIM A "MASSAGE." (NSFW)

> HOME

> MAP

#text #c. zoro #sfw

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

An very Spicy Short NSFW Drabble where Stanley's wrists is tied to a tree and he can't escape, but is encounter by a werewolf in heat, please?

(feel free on choosing who's the werewolf ;3c

((Hmmm, I see. Well, I can try to write something really good for you dear. Just give me a moment.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

The night was young but still pretty good, with the moon out it was beautiful. However, their was something within a hidden grove garden. Loud angry grunting was heard showing a strong male there. He was laying on a stone pedestal with his wrists tied to a tree branch. He was growling trying to get free but no luck.

"Son of a-Grrrr, I need to get out of here and when I find that asshole who tricked me I'll murder him!" He growls tugging but no luck. He sighed seeing this but as he kept trying to pull, he heard a twig snap. He tenses to stop hearing it but looks to wonder what it was.

"....H..Hello?! Is someone there!!" He shouted but saw nothing to look. Stanley got nervous but now tries to get loose again even if it's like the ropes got tighter around his wrists.

However, he tries to tug only to hear a deep growl to stop. He tenses to slowly look back seeing nothing but looks about to see something. A pair of crystal blue eyes looking at him as the growling came from that. He struggles but he slowly sees that it was a werewolf. A black fur one with white patches on it's body. He looks seeing Stanley but he got nervous seeing it coming closer to him.

"T..the hell? A werewolf!? I thought their were no werewolves here!" He now struggles more trying to get away but he saw the Werewolf growling now close to see Stanley glaring back.

"Stay away from me!" he barks but as he tried to kick the werewolf, he grabs his leg to stop him but pulls him close to look down at him. Stanley was shaking seeing this big werewolf but he then felt something pulsing against his leg to look. The werewolf was hard and aroused to make him shake more.

This werewolf was in heat.

He tires to get the werewolf away but as he did, he gasped feeling something. It was wet and hot to see this werewolf licking him down there. "H..H..Hey! Stop that! Get away from me!" He winces but feels the werewolf growling licking him deeply to push his tongue deep into his hole.

"Ah!?" His eyes were wide but he feels him still licking deeper to prep him while growling with the wag of his tail. Stanley growls annoyed even if he was holding his voice back. He can endure this. He has to. He won't lose to this damn werewolf.

He feels the monster licking deeper and more even hitting all his spots getting a whimpering Stanley but as he was still going, he was seeing him endure it. This werewolf was going insane but he was panting, drooling from the feeling inside of him. However, the werewolf stops to pull his tongue out hearing Stanley gasping out loudly drooling.

He looks down thinking the werewolf was done but he gasped feeling something slap against his ass. Looking back, he saw the hunger in the werewolves eyes.

It was not done; it's just starting.

~~Hours later~~

Loud growls and something shaking the tree was heard, along with weak moans of pleasure as the werewolf was slamming it's cock inside of his hole. However, he took it with no problem. Stanley was twitching trying to get away but his moans were loud weakened by the monster.

"haaa..hhaaaa...f..fuck..f...fuck fuck fu..nmmmm!!" Even if he hated this feeling it felt good. His cock was so big and it was stretching him so much. Their was a bulge showing in his stomach. Even if the werewolf was panting heavily slamming it's hips down, he growls holding him down as Stanley was lost in heat.

"Ahhhhhh ahhhhhh t.too deep..it's too deep.." He growls at the werewolf but he feels him trying to move up for the werewolf to pull him back still thrusting deeper and harder while clawing the tree as he was slamming inside. His hole felt so good and tight around his aching pulsing cock that the werewolf wanted more.

He keeps holding his hips slamming in deeper and harder that Stanley feels the hot werewolf knot pressing against his hungry hole. He claws the stone pillar to moan out, feeling the werewolf cock pulsing again till he flips them to have Stanley laying on his back. He was dazed drooling that he feels the werewolf pull him close, licking and kissing his chest.

He whimpers from the feeling only to see him leaving kisses and bites to start thrusting into Stanley harder. He felt good growling aroused in his heat that he was shivering dripping heavily that he arches his back screaming out as the werewolf still slams into him grunting deeply feeling his pleasure growing that he was drooling.

"S..slow down please slow down...g..gonna c..cum..gonna cum again!" He begs to beast seeing him still pounding even deeper that he quickens his thrusts before pulling Stanley close to scream out cumming against the werewolves furry chest. He gasped loudly twitching and shaking from his orgasm but as the werewolf growls wagging his tail, he begins thrusting his hips hearing a weak moan from Stanley. This guy had long stamina but even if he did, his hips moved again with the werewolf. He knew he was tired but in his mind...

'C..come on, breed me more. Fucking breed me till you break me..'

Stanley has lost himself to the heat of this werewolf and was hungry for more.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Stanley and the werewolf #anon #short drabble #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

[beavesaintmarie]

bet ya anything now that teddy is about to become a murderbot the same people who talk about how boring teddy and dolores are will be shipping it like ‘wow now he’s an asshole i suddenly care about him and this ship and that’s in no way a commentary about who i am as person!’ 

#like i'm all in for this arc. i rather knew that s2 there was gonna be some SERIOUS angsty fallout from Dolores becoming terminator jane #so i BEEN ready for this and i think it's gonna give Marsden a chance to show off some of his crazy range #and imma ship that ship till i die no matter what im in love with that ship #BUT #IMMA BE JUDGING EVERYONE WHO SAYS 'OMG NOW I FIND TEDDY INTERESTING!' #cause it's like teddy was already capable of going ham on motherfuckers BUT AT HIS CORE HE WAS A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER #AND THAT'S WHAT'S BEAUTIFUL ABOUT HIM #HE SNAP YOU LIKE A TWIG BUT CHOOSES NOT TO. THAT'S HOT. #now he's gonna be just bodying bitches left and right and imma stan but imma also mourn for my purehearted son #AND HOPE HE FINDS HIS WAY OUTTA THE DARKNESS D: #westworld related #crazy ramblings of a troubled mind...

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 9

propaganda below the cut! (enormous wall of text warning)

Trent Reznor:

"he is everything. he is all that exists around us. he is the air which we breathe. he performed covered in mud at woodstock 94 and somehow made it work. he's largely responsible for arguably the most influential concept album of the 90s. he is beautiful and sweet and stunning. i want to study him under a microscope. i know closer is about sex as a self-destructive behavior but also have you seen how insanely gorgeous he looks in the music video? in the words of my friend, "he sings like he's in heat". he literally humps and destroys synths (in a variety of ways, including stripping the keys off with his boot) during performances. every single outfit he wears is extremely cunty. on multiple occasions guys have said that even though they're straight they would fuck him. finally, in the words of jude doyle: "to this day, looking at a photograph of trent reznor in the early '90s feels like looking into the sun""

"The live March Of The Pigs (1994) video makes me froth at the mouth I start biting and snapping my teeth and growling. I need to rewatch it five times a week at LEAST to stay sane. Trent Reznor is like if a trophy wife was a man. Also the way he WHISPERS INTO THE MIC AT THE END OF SUCK?????HHFSJBDNDNS???? THE ENTIRETY OF THE BROKEN EP????????? Cleanup on aisle my fucking pants. Is this too insane? Sorry"

"I’m a lesbian but that does not fucking mean anything when confronted with trent reznor"

"It's Trent, man. Even the literal devil wants him. He's just boypretty."

"This man deadass wrote a song with the lyric “My moral standing is lying down" in it"

Jonny Greenwood:

"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"

"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."

"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."

"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."

"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"

"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"

"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"

Mike Patton:

"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"

"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."

"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"

"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"

"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."

"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #trent reznor #nine inch nails #mike patton #mr bungle #faith no more #jonny greenwood #radiohead

[early20sfailingplenty]

You fall asleep listening to Vincent work // fluff.

Something I got inspired to write when I was doing the dishes after dinner. Just a quick drabble!🥰🥺

GN!reader, no coded language, “you” & Y/N used.

No warnings; this is shameless self-indulgent fluff. 

FIRST GIF is what you fall asleep to. SECOND GIF is what you wake up to. Isn’t he cute?🥺😍😘💖

Word count: 800.

You laid on the twin bed in the basement, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to Vincent while he worked on a sculpture for the town. The quiet crackling of the classical music he was listening to coming through the old speakers of the radio, the gentle scraping of his metal tools on unevenly applied wax, the hiss of the same as it melted under the small flame he held close to warm it up to make his craft easier, the brushing of his strong hands down the appendages he was molding... it was a soft, gentle atmosphere which only succeeded in lulling you to the very edge of sleep.

After such a long, hard day, it didn’t take too much time before your eyelids slid shut of their own accord and you were aware of no more...

You awoke to fingers lightly tracing your features, patiently and gently appealing to your threshold consciousness. Calloused pads of fingers ran across your skin and left goosebumps in their wake. You wrinkled your nose against something dangling against your cheek; it tickled, and you registered that it was likely his hair. He never secured it back when he was working unless you did it for him. He could do it himself but he simply chose not to; he much preferred to have his muse tend to him. It warmed him from the inside out and made him feel loved. There was an amused huff from above you as you turned your face away from the tickle. You cracked your eyes open when it followed you and saw Vincent looming over you, but you were not afraid. No. You cooed in greeting, so beautiful was he and so deeply in love with him were you. You moved so that you could wrap your arms around his neck to tug him down atop you. A weighted blanket was he, a fitting analogy given how he always radiated pure heat. 

Vincent huffed again and you understood it to mean, you fell asleep.

You didn’t answer him, choosing instead to tug him tighter so that Vincent had no choice but to totally relax into your grip. He could move away so very easily, snap you like a twig if he so chose, but he didn’t want to. He loved the way you loved him, the way you reached for him even when you were still mostly asleep, the way you trusted him enough to be asleep when he was working. You trusted him in your absolute vulnerability and it thrilled him as much as it only made him love you more. “Bedtime?” Barely audible was your voice, puffs of air hitting his neck making him cringe his head to the side in a half-hearted attempt to alleviate the tickle. 

Vincent’s response, such as it was, was only to burrow into you, his masked forehead against yours, his body tightly pressed along every plane of your own, and his time wholly yours. He wasn’t going anywhere, lured over to you had he been by the promise of sleepy cuddles with you. If he was a sailor then you were a siren, so completely did you command him just by being yourself. The mouth of Vincent’s mask touched your forehead before he settled back in, the both of you shifting around on the bed until you grew more comfortable. Bedtime. Didn’t want to sleep without you. Words drifted into your mind, carried by the wind, and you wondered how you were able to feel what Vincent was trying to say. Maybe you just knew him that well, for even the most erratic of people had some kind of pattern, but in your sleepy state did that not occur to you. You were right on the precipice of sleep, and being held by Vincent like this was only going to tip you back over the edge. 

He would come with you. He always did.

The candles dotted around the basement were left to burn, though the big vat of hot wax had been turned off. Everything had been put away for the night and now finally, finally, so had the two of you been. You couldn’t, wouldn’t properly fall asleep without Vincent, and he point blank refused to sleep anywhere without his muse. He needed to make sure that you were there with him, so that he could safe and protect you from any kind of harm, including that which your own mind subjected you to. With one final press of his mask’s mouth to your neck, Vincent settled down for the night, following you into sleep for there was nowhere you could go where he would not follow.

If he awoke early enough tomorrow, Bo never need know that the day’s work had been left unfinished.

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under the moonlight — jjk

Plot: Jungkooks’ omega is in heat. 

Pairing(s): Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!OC (Name: Belle) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: Supernatural | ABO Dynamics | Smut/Angst 

Tags & Warnings: abo dynamics, explicit smut, mild violence

Authors Note: repost for those who wanted this! 

Elation floated around her mind when she was taken in as a mate by the alpha himself. Only the strongest were chosen so it was no surprise that a sense of pride burst through her body at the decision. Though the result of it all had been a lot more anti-climactic than expected when Jungkook seemed to have no interest in being near her.

Belle would stay close to him in front of the pack, sleep next to him on his bed but he always turn the other way or just sleep on a chair and not a single intimate touch shared between them. The excitement that once reached the roof of her mood now dropped down to a pile of fear and insecurity.

Nothing happened between the two of them but the omega could not help but think that Jungkook grew tired of her as soon as he took her in. Something the betas were quick to assume in front of her while the alpha was not around.

All hope lost for a while until the heat began. That same excitement bubbled inside her again knowing now more than ever, Jungkook would try to get close.

Belle even went as far as to dress herself up in a short, silk babydoll dress with nothing else underneath making her completely ready and open for her beloved alpha. And she waited in the room. The same room that had no memories but of distance and silence. Her legs rubbed together absentmindedly growing impatient until the door finally opened, heart jumping almost out of her ribcages. A smile stretched across her lips when she saw Jungkooks’ eyes trail up and down her body. “Do you like it?”

Jungkook continued to stare as he closed the door behind him. “It’s cold…wear something warm.” He mumbled under his breath quickly turning on his heel towards the bathroom leaving the omega in her pooling lust and pain.

Frustration burst inside as disturbing thoughts passed through her mind, chest rising and falling rapidly glaring at the direction Jungkook walked away.

In a jolt of impulse Belle grabbed a large coat, draping it over her body before rushing out of the room and being rid of her constant disappointment in her uninterested alpha.

Unfortunately a little omega in heat all alone in the forest may have not been the greatest idea.

-

His body burned like a furnace as soon as he saw her in that thin little nightie, a little see through with her plump thighs peeking out resembling a cake he wanted to bite into. Those gorgeous tender breasts and that fucking smile. So much innocence yet her body spoke all kinds of sin. Jungkook had to grip onto the edge of the bathroom counter to calm himself down, his eyes already darkened with lust as her scent echoed throughout the room hurdling him down to a pit of insanity.

The alpha struggled to keep his control around the beautiful omega and from his observation, the rest of the pack had the same idea. A lot of betas would eye her with dark eyes sometimes whispering all the things they would do to her once she was in heat. Jungkook had to shut them down somehow without showing just how much he hated the thought of anyone else touching the ethereal and delicate creature.

It was simple for him to choose Belle, not much as a second thought passed through his mind when he did. The beauty tried her best to be perfect for him even though really there was no need for a lot of effort since the slightest flip of her hair had him growling in hunger. Every part of his body tingled at the thought of her but he harbored a slight concern of tainting all that innocence.

Jungkook did not earn this position by being gentle on anyone even his previous mates. Though none of their scents swirled in his head as badly as Belles’. It smelled so sweet, calling out for him to taste even just a little.

Thoughts faded when he heard the bedroom door slam shut forcing him to rush back out to the place he saw the beauty waiting for him but now completely empty. The strong scent of her already fading away, frustrating him in mere seconds.

“Where’s Belle?” He immediately announced as he barged out to the main hall where most of the pack were still chatting and eating.

One of the betas shrugged, licking one of her fingers. “She just walked out of the mansion.”

“And you let her?” His eyes flashed amber silencing the entire group as they finally listened to his every word, barely moving.

“We thought she just went out to hunt or something.” Another beta spoke a little less nonchalantly but uncaring nonetheless.

Jungkook was not surprised considering he pushed past most of these betas to get to the precious omega he wanted. The idea burned him with more fury, raking his fingers through his hair knowing Belle would not just randomly go out to hunt. He rejected her while she was deep in heat, any member of the pack would have been frustrated beyond belief.

“She’s just a scrap member of the pack, Kook.” The first beta spoke up again rolling her eyes at how concerned the alpha looked. “I don’t hear a lot of noises from the bedroom so that means you probably taken her yet so—let her freeze.” She quickly came to regret her words when her neck now tightly encased into Jungkooks’ hand until all her breath stuck in her throat.

“She has more use to the pack on her pinky finger than you do in your whole body.” He seethed before letting her drop to the floor coughing.

“Jimin!” Jungkook growled in command for one of the betas as they rushed out of the mansion in search of his omega.

-

The night was harsh and cold especially since her legs were not properly covered, allowing the breeze to create goosebumps on her skin. Belle had no idea where she was going but the mansion deemed to be an unfriendly and now unsatisfying place to be in. At least it was warm though. Even the mud splotched under her shoes making her feel more exposed, pooling between her legs forced an annoying mixture of desire and disgust.

For a moment she imagined Jungkooks’ reaction of her disappearance. Would he be angry the omega rushed out into the open while still in heat? Would he even care? Hell, had he even noticed at this point that she was gone?

Unlikely, she thought. He probably took in a beta he actually wanted instead of her and continued on with the night in a flurry of pleasure. The vision and thought caused a burning behind her eyes that deemed to be the only warm thing on her body.

A rustle in the bushes made her heart jump as Belle hugged herself even tighter. In a small moment of hope she thought it was Jungkook but the forest looked completely empty. She wanted to call his name out but no sound wanted to be formed. All of her words replaced with shivers. Twig snapped somewhere close by, her ears pricked up trying to back away against the tree trunk until her back hit something.

Except it wasn’t a tree. Trees didn’t have hot breath running down her neck and limbs that tried to wrap around her body.

Belle gasped quickly turning around to see the figure, the tiniest ray of hope of the person being Jungkook now completely destroyed when she came face to face with a man, eyes flashing red and trailing uncomfortable slow down her body.

“Look at you…” He gave her a sinister smirk as she continued to back away. “It’s dangerous for such a pretty omega to be walking around here.” He took a step forward attempting to stay closer distance no matter how much the woman tried to move. “Especially one that—smells so sweet.” His eyes flickered down immediately making Belle press her legs together tight. “Where’s your pack, darling?”

She stammered lightly having that vision of Jungkook again with a beta and her heart sank deeply glancing behind her.

“Oh…” He followed her gaze. “Exiled pup.”

“I wasn’t exiled.” Belle argued. “I—I left.”

He hummed and nodded, plump lips pouting out a little before carefully taking another step, a tiny bit pleased when the creature did not take another step back. “Why did you leave?” The question lingered in the air for a while as the man was now almost overwhelmed by the decadent scent touching his nose.

“My—the alpha—” She gulped down the lump in her throat. “I’m not wanted there.” The reply was simple but saying it made her body close in wanting so badly just to ask Jungkook what she did wrong. But he would never tell her.

“I don’t think that’s the truth.” He shook his head, one more step taken now only closing the distance since the omega stood still. “If I had someone like you in my pack, I would’ve taken you as my mate without a second thought.” Something stirred in his pants even just imagining the idea of this gorgeous creature being his mate. “Especially when you’re in heat…” His deep voice vibrated in her ears a little. “I’d never leave your side.”

Belle gripped onto her coat again averting her gaze to the trees, wondering if sprinting away would be a good idea or could just get her into more trouble. “I don’t know you.”

“Oh my apologies—I’m Taehyung…I lead the pack on the South edge of the forest.” He gestured casually behind him with a small smile.

The omega was a little surprised that this alpha even answered her question. Omegas had no real right to ask anything, they were just supposed to do what they were told and be the butt of everyone’s joke. Part of the reason why all the betas grew furious at her presence after the alpha chose her. The runt of the pack.

“What’s your name?” Taehyung leaned in slightly searching her expression.

“Belle.”

“Belle.” He whispered back, a smile tugging at his lips as his eyes trailed from her bright eyes and slightly glistening pink lips. “I never knew omegas came this pretty.” Taehyung practically stood over her now. “Too bad your alpha didn’t snatch you up when they had the chance.” Fingers hovered over the creatures’ neck trying not to touch the skin just yet. “Good thing I found you. Anyone else would have already grabbed you by now.”

Belle shifted a little to get away from his lingering fingers. “Am I supposed to be thankful?”

“You should always be thankful if an alpha decides not to kill you for being of no use.” Taehyungs’ tone grew serious for a brief moment. Though his expression softened when the omega hung her head not giving him another response. With a sigh, he spoke again. “I’m not going to hurt you. Someone so beautiful should never come in harms’ way.”

“I’m not beautiful.” No one in the pack thought so. Belle never really got to sit at the table with everyone else and on the rare occasion, a few of them sat with her to taunt her about something for entertainment. It sounded like a harsh life but the girl did not really have any other family left to wonder what everything could be like. Besides she felt safe at best in the mansion. Especially since the moment the omega walked out, another alpha sniffed her out in minutes.

Taehyung merely chuckled at her comment. “Would you like me to show just how beautiful you are?” Those wild fingers now hovered over the coat covering her shivering body. “I’ve been wanting a little omega for a while.”

“I’m already—” It would be a lie to say Belle was taken as a mate since she technically was not. But this red eyed alpha was still a stranger no matter how warm his smile looked now. Lying a little might not be such a betrayal. “I’m already taken.”

“Didn’t you say you left?” His brows furrowed but the smile remained. “That means you’re not taken anymore, sweet one. Means you’re open and ripe for any alphas’ taking.” Taehyung’s flashed that deadly color again as he grabbed her chin firmly to force her gaze on him. “So be a good little pup—”

His words interrupted by a heavy growl that echoed through the tress almost making them tremble. In a flash of black Belle saw Taehyung being tackled to the ground, his right eye already bleeding and puffed up before she could even gain her bearings.

Gaze followed the assailant and immediately recognized the long-ish curly hair. His fists practically jackhammered across the other alphas’ face, only giving him the chance let out grunts or cough up blood.

Eventually when Belle’s surrounding came back into clarity, her heart jumped. “Jungkook…” She muttered. The perfect omega inside her wanting to keep her distance and letting the alphas do what they always did. But the part that didn’t want a death because of her running away finally won the battle. “Jungkook, stop!” She grabbed at Jungkooks’ shoulder and tried to pull him back which shocked both the leaders and the beta, Jimin. “I’m sorry…” Her hands moved away from his shoulder back to holding her coat while the two alphas caught their breath.

Jimin glared at her for stopping an alpha fight like that but stayed silent waiting for Jungkook to reprimand the omega instead. The beta did not have any qualm with the creature at all. In fact he thought she was very kind to all the members despite that kindness not being returned a lot of the time. However Jimin knew the rules. Omegas were never allowed to consort with the alpha at all in most cases but breaking up an alpha brawl broke all kinds of tradition.

Taehyung struggled to get himself up from the ground but tried to hide it as much as he could, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping away all the excess blood. “Doesn’t seem like you weren’t wanted, little omega.” He smirked.

Belle merely hung her head not wanting to face anyone and hoped to disappear into thin air. It became harder to be invisible nowadays ever since she got chosen. Everyone either stared at her, whispered or tried to taunt her more than normal just so they could see a reaction that would make her look weak. That way Jungkook would in some way ‘open his eyes’ and figure out she was nothing but a runt. Never good enough.

“You fight dirty as always, Jeon.”

“I told you not to cross to our border.” Jungkook sounded and looked like he had no time for Taehyungs’ smug antics.

“Easy now.” He chuckled. “I just smelled a stray pup and wanted to help. Is that so evil?” His voice was sickly sweet but his wild eyes spoke other things looking over at Belle again causing Jungkook to stand in front of her. “I could get her scent from miles away. It’s almost like she’s never been touched in heat.” He tilted his head.

The omega gulped while Jungkook tightened his jaw.

Taehyung then smiled at the silence. “Ah—she hasn’t.” His eyes flashed red again. “An innocent pup.”

“Don’t come onto my border again or your pack will have to find a new alpha.” Jungkook threatened, eyes still completely amber wanting to rip those wandering eyes out from his sockets.

He raised his hands in defense though as usual taking no real responsibility in considering it seriously. “No more sneaking around. So long as you keep your members in check next time.” Taehyung winked before turning on his heel and disappearing into the forest.

Deadly silence plunged into the forest while Belle’s skin felt like a thin layer of ice covered every inch from how long she had been exposed to the air.

Jungkook stood with his back to her, anger still radiating out of him. “Jimin…go back to the mansion. We’ll catch up.”

Jimin stammered a little wanting to protest but the alpha flashed his still amber eyes forcing him to bow in farewell. He gave a soft glance at the omega trying to be reassuring and not furious but quickly sprinted back into the forest not knowing how much effect it had.

Once the two stood alone in the forest, the alpha spoke.

“All the things you’ve done tonight. You could’ve been killed because of at least one of them.” Jungkook kept his back to her while the omega lowered her head again, staring at her mud covered shoes. “You need to stay out of an alpha fight.”

“I know.” She mumbled.

“And you need to stay indoors when you’re alone and especially when you’re in heat, you know that.” His voice grew more frustrated as the words spewed out of his mouth almost carelessly. “He could’ve taken you by force or even killed you.”

“But he didn’t, I’m fine.” It only came to her attention after a few moments of absorbing his words that this was the most feeling Jungkook had when he spoke to her. Maybe it was just adrenaline from the fist fight.

Jungkook scoffed. “No you’re not. This isn’t fine. A fucking alpha was just about take my own mate in my own territory.” He gestured towards the forest around them wildly.

“I’m not your mate!” Belle snapped finally looking at the male and seeing the glisten of sweat layered on his skin. “You barely even touch me. You just chose me—all I’m doing is sitting, eating and sleeping the same place you are. I’m not your mate, I’m your little unsatisfied housewife!”

He stomped closer to the omega, her scent practically shooting up his nostrils to his head.

“You—you don’t find me beautiful, what’s the point?” She looked down at the covered outfit she had so passionately adorned on her body just to please Jungkook. Only to be once again met with a cold shoulder that seemed to never melt off. “All I want to do is make you happy—but you don’t even want to look at me.”

The alpha stared down at his little omega telling him that she wanted to make him happy. Everyone wanted to make him happy somehow but they always had a ulterior motive and it was never hard to tell. Getting close to the alpha meant getting close to being alpha. But he could sense something else in her tone that never rung with anyone else.

Sincere loyalty.

Not an ambition to fight to the death but a genuine want to please the one she cared about. Jungkook could not express just how much he wanted to do the same thing. “The reason—I don’t look at you…is because when I do, I want to devour you right there and then.”

Belle searched his expression looking for any sign of deceit but it was always hard to read the leader.

“Everything you do…” Jungkook sighed to calm himself down from how much his fingers trembled being so close to her scent. “…I can’t think of anything else. I want to do more things to you than you can imagine.”

She had to close her eyes for a second letting out a shaky sigh, feeling more lust leak out of her making the area between her legs almost drenched. Biting down her bottom lip she held onto his freshly injured hand and placed it under her nightie. Belle had to stop herself from moaning already at his warm hands against her cold skin, riding up her thigh to her soaking wet cunt.

Jungkook growled under his throat finally feeling her cake thighs after so long of just pining and looking. Then the heavenly drench on his fingers pads from making just the slightest contact had him grabbing the back of her neck. Lips stopped merely a breath away from hers trying to keep himself contained from going too wild on her untouched body. Well…now slightly touched.

Belle caressed his chest, gasping lightly as his hand moved achingly slow on her core while her head was kept still dangerously close to his. “Do them to me.” She whispered, a soft, reassuring smile graced her features. “Please…I don’t want to imagine them anymore.” She brushed her own lips against his just gently. Not a kiss but a non-verbal plead. “Take me.”

The alpha managed to keep his control for so long when it came to the omega even though it grew harder and harder by each passing day. Tonight became his breaking point. Now that her scent overwhelmed his entire being, fingers soaked from her juices and those beautiful lips brushing against his, the beast inside him finally broke out of its cage. Leaning in Jungkook took her bottom lip between his twin flesh suckling on the skin and tasting a strawberry hint. Tongue ran across the soft surface as he felt her arms wrap around his neck.

Her heart pounded excitedly against her ribcages finally being able to feel her alphas’ lips again her own. His rough hands shifting from the aching core to her ass, squeezing it a little as Belle parted her lips to invite his tongue happily. Complete submission to the beloved leader had been her wish from the beginning. To see it come true caused a different kind of burn behind her eyes and under her skin.

Reluctantly Jungkook broke away only a little not forgetting to place a trail of pecks before looking into her eyes again. As soon as he gave her that sweet smile, the alpha ducked down and threw her over his shoulder, hand covering the small peek of her ass from her nightie.

-

Once at the mansion, the whole pack watched the alpha had opted to hold his omega’s hand while he took her to their bedroom. The beta who said for Belle to freeze tried to walk over to them and talk to Jungkook only to have the door slammed in her face.

Jungkook pushed Belle into the room and locked the door behind him. Turning around, his eyes were already blown out with lust raking up and down her body. “Show it to me again.” It was a softer demand but a demand nonetheless.

With a willing smile, the omega unzipped the long coat and shrugged it off, throwing it to the side. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices could leak down the inside of her thighs. “Is it nice?” She played with her fingers which made her look a lot more innocent and Jungkook could actually whine.

“Take it off.” He muttered, his mind rummaging through all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate. “I want to see you.”

Belle kept her gaze on the alpha as her hands gently hooked onto the ends of her thin nightie and pulled it over her head. The piece of cloth now discarded same as the coat. “Like this?”

Jungkook had already accidently seen her in the shower; blurry sights of what her curves and crevices looked like but it did not give the real deal justice. How anyone could have the guts to call her the runt of the pack he would never know. They would watch their tongues next time they tried however. Walking over to the beauty, his hands immediately found their shaking way to her waist, caressing down to her hips making her utter the sweetest breathy hums. Lips pressed onto her neck, leaving trails of kisses until he came to left breast.

Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Knees grew weak at every movement trying to keep herself steady while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.

The alpha knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. The beautiful omega did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Despite knowing this personal risk, Jungkook did what he craved for so long. Tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.

Belle felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her body making her jerk. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub coaxing light moans to spew out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair. “Jungkook…”

He moaned sending vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Jungkook broke from his light snacking and bite onto her thighs like he always wanted.

The omega giggled affectionately caressing his head before he stood over her. A few messy steps and Belle dropped back onto the bed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Jungkook strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Lust blown eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.

“Spread your legs.” Jungkook only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making her throw her head back. “You want it, baby?”

Belle nodded frantically.

“I can’t hear you.” His tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her but he wanted to hear her beg.

“Yes, I want it..” She jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly. “I want it so bad.”

She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every single time. It was almost magical how the omega had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Jungkook pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, hovering over the omega as he relished in her warm walls.

Belle held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening and his shaft inside her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.

Their foreheads pressed together softly as Jungkook whispered. “You like that?”

She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”

The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against each other ever so slightly. Jungkook shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek. “Don’t ever leave me like that again.” He whispered a little breathless, still thrusting into her steadily.

“I won’t…” Belle cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I won’t, I promise.”

Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the alpha pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs over his shoulder.

Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Jungkook leaned in closer, Belle muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.

Jungkook felt her walls clench around him already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal grabbing her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.

“Cum inside me…” She managed to say as her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.

Her adorable whisper was all it took for the alpha to finally come undone, filling his beauty up with his seed in a sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.

“I’m yours now.” Belle giggled.

Naked, cleaner bodies cuddled together under the blankets now relishing in their new found intimacy after so long suffering distance and silence.

“Would you have gone with him?” Jungkook asked.

Belle sighed, heart sinking a little when all her true thoughts popped in her head first. “I didn’t want to. But I would’ve to save myself, I guess. Otherwise he could’ve just killed me.” She shrugged nonchalantly. Truthfully she did like the attention Taehyung gave her despite his less than chivalrous nature. He had a danger about him that was less creepy more intriguing but still nothing compared to what Jungkook made her feel. Though the omega did not want to ruin the new mood they had so her verbalizing answer only lingered in the air. “Would you have found someone else after I left?” She traced patterns on his chest.

The alpha gulped not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time to a point where he barely noticed what the other members looked like. Granted they were pretty but a lot of people were ‘pretty’. “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you.”

She giggled hiding her face in his torso. “You didn’t even taste me then.”

“No but you smelled really fucking good.” He smiled nudging the top of her head with his nose. “I thought I lost you…just for a second.”

“If an alpha came up to me after this, I will fight.”

“You will?”

“Of course…” She propped herself on her elbow and smiled up at him. “I’m yours now, remember?” She lay a small kiss on his chest.

Jungkook caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own. “You’re mine.”

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