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moonlit-dreamers · 4 months

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*sighs loudly* so i Was going to draw them but turns out my own design is too difficult for me to draw. but i'll be making this post anyway bc this au has been cooking for so long i might as well!

Featherless Flight AU

aka dca avian au where these fucks r BIRDS

(disclaimer this is a sun x moon au. it also deals with heavy themes such as child abuse, death, violence, and. ya know. wutever tws come with the apocalypse (also these will not be talked about in detail in this post))

nothing robotic in them. just feathers, blood, and bones. a lot of that stuff may be lost or break throughout their story! but lemme at least tell u wut they look like (without having my own drawings OTL (i only have a ref for their faces (which im not confident of)))

a quick note for both of their designs, they r both Fully Covered in feathers, including their arms and faces (yes they have arms And wings). the only places that dont have feathers is their lower legs and hands. they have anthropomorphic legs. and their face shape is also similar to a barn owl, as shown here (ignore the lack of mouths, idk wut to give them)

suns design! he has the coloring and general design of a sun conure. hes full of bright reds and yellows, tho the green is replaced with a bit of blue. he has multiple crests around his head that fluff up similar to a cockatiel but theyre in a way that make it look like rays. in the drawing above is wut they look like without their crests raised; that is their default. suns feet r grasping feet which r 2 toes in the front and 2 in the back. sun has high speed wings so aes a lot faster. (if u dont know wut any of this means i recommend u look it up, im a bird nerd) sun is also specifically an omnivore (them having different diets is actually plot relevant)

moons design next. moon is the color of a hyacinth macaw tho his anatomy is closer to an owl. he has one large crest on his head like a cockatoo. its also colorblind! since its anatomy is based mainly off of owls, for moons ability to see at night means he can see less colors. and bc hes more sensitive at night his eyes r always half closed in light, making it look sleepy despite being fully awake. moon has raptor feet with 3 toes in the front and 1 in the back. xis claws r also much larger than suns. moon has passive soaring wings which is better for longer flights. and moon is a carnivore :)

theres also an eclipse but their design is an enigma to me even in my own mind

but back to sun and moon! if anyone is curious moon uses he/it/xe pronouns while sun uses he/it/ae pronouns. they r both aroace and love each other deeply (qpr babyyyyy). sun is genderfluid while moon doesnt give a shit (agender).

sun is more bubbly and energetic. very much high energy bouncing off the walls. hes the kind of optimist where u cant tell if their "bright side"s r trying to help or be condescending. its a master at back handed compliments. heavily a perfectionist and will reach the point of screaming fits if wut he doesnt isnt perfect. ae has a lot of self image issues. ae hides a lot of aers lack of self confidence and doubt behind a wall of "im the best", tho that wall can crash very easily. a bit of a flirt, but mainly bc he just enjoys seeing how ppl react. he takes compliments from everyone but moons compliments r always the best

moon is lower energy and calmer. at least, he acts like it. hes more reserved and if it wasnt for sun he wouldnt have any friends or talk to ppl at all. he fears abandonment and sun is the only person who has stayed with him this whole time and is the only person he truly trusts. is very aggressive towards anyone it doesnt know. despite being shorter than sun (hes 6ft while sun is 7ft) it definitely does a good job at intimidating ppl. over time when xe becomes comfortable with someone xe will eventually calm down and show a bit of a softer side to them. when xes actually calm and likes someone xe can be a bit... chaotic :)

im honestly not sure where ill start their story since ive already thought about their childhood but i also wanna write about their adulthood as well. the story of their childhood mainly deals with the abuse they went through, then with adulthood theyre shoved into an apocalypse bc... y not :) (btw the apocalypse is mainly just bc ive been enjoying apocalypse aus a Lot lately and wanna write one. the child abuse is for their development and to show y they act the way they do. while it will be fun to write their development, i am by no means saying abuse is okay and this topic will be treated carefully and seriously.)

oh theyre also nd as Fuck

but yeah. these r my babies! i hope to at some point start writing the fic so i can show it to u all, but im already in the process of writing another fic, which will be coming out soon!

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sweetness47 · 5 years

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Rescue

Pairing: Alpha!Demon!Dean x reader (Non Con), Alpha!Sam x reader

@spndarkbingo – Demon Dean

@spnabobingo – Touch Starvation

@heavenandhellbingo – The First Blade

@spndeanbingo – A/B/O

@samwinchesterbingo – fuck or die

Word count: 1368

Warnings: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY…smut, knotting, claiming, non con, unprotected sex, rape, blood play, abandonment, violent themes THERE ARE TRIGGER WARNINGS HERE!!!!!!

She had been hunting with the Winchesters for a couple of years when Dean took on the first blade. She watched it change him. He became distant, dark, and it frightened her. A LOT! Numerous times he was found attempting to take her against her will, and if not for the timely interventions of Sam or Cas, he would have succeeded. She took strong suppressants as well, and that helped secure her safety for the time being, well that and the fact that neither Sam nor Cas would leave her by herself anymore.

She was almost grateful when Dean buggered off with Crowley to explore his newfound darkness. The bunker went back to being their home instead of a prison. YN had more time to herself, the two ‘bodyguards’ having eased off their protection detail. They thought she was safe now that the threat was gone. Research was almost nonstop, there had to be a way to free Dean from the mark, but as of that moment, none had been found.

The nightmare began about two months after Dean had left. Everyone had gone to sleep, well except Cas, but in the morning, YN was gone. There were signs of a struggle in her room, ripped fabric, blood, but no sign of her. Cas tried searching for her, but came up empty every time.

YN squinted at the bright light as she struggled to focus. What the fuck had happened? Her head felt like a basketball and…oh god! Her face went ashen as she recalled the events before she’d lost consciousness. Dean had broken into her room and tried to grab her. She’d fought back, but he overpowered her and smashed her head against the wall a few times. And now she was here, wherever here was.

A cool breeze sent a new realization of terror through her: she was naked, and worse…tied to the bed. He planned to rape her.

He actually planned for much more than just raping YN. Dean had developed feelings for her before the first blade took over, and now he could have her, however and whenever he wanted.

Her eyes widened as he entered the room, torso bare, jeans hanging just right on those perfect hips. His grin was as wicked as his gaze, she shivered as his eyes raked over her naked form, nausea rising as she struggled to break free. She knew the bonds were too tight to break free from, but she had to try. If the circumstances were different, if Dean wasn’t under the dark influences of the Mark of Cain, she would gladly become his. But not like this.

“Relax sweetheart. I’m not gonna kill you. But I am going to have you lots, knot you over and over, claim you, and fill that belly with pups. You’re going to be mine!”

Her fear increased tenfold as he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. YN tried to move away as he reached his hand out to touch her soft skin, but it was no use. He grabbed one of her breasts, roughly kneading the sensitive flesh, twisting and pinching the nipples. Then his fingers ventured lower, running through her folds, finding evidence of arousal, even as she fought against it.

YN whimpered as he slipped a finger inside her slick, then a second. He began fucking into her hard, adding a third digit, wet sloppy sounds filling the room as he assaulted her. She tried to ignore him, tried to fight the coil in her abdomen, but failed. Her orgasm slammed into her hard, coating Dean’s fingers with her slick.

Then he took out the blade, and her terror was renewed. The tip scraped lightly along her breasts and her sternum before cutting a thin line down the middle, not deep, but enough to bleed. Tears ran down her face as pain flooded her system. Then he made another slice across one thigh, then the other.

She yelled and cursed his name, then, in her anger, she spit in his face.

Wrong move.

His eyes darkened, and she was the recipient of a backhand across the face. “Bitch!” he snarled.

Too late, YN realized her error. He rid himself of his jeans and boxers, then climbed on her, forcing her legs apart. Brutally, her thrust into her slick coated entrance, ripping through her innocence, bruising her tender flesh. He pounded hard, bending his head to lick red droplets from her chest. He growled low as he climaxed, knotting YN, then sinking his teeth into her scent gland, claiming her.

He lay there lapping at the wound, running his tongue over the cuts he’d made, while his seed spilled inside her. YN felt ill. Her body hurt, and now she quite possibly carried this man…no, monster’s, pups. Tears ran down her cheeks, unable to hide her fear.

Dean got up and put his pants back on. He took a glance back at his captive. “Thanks for the ride sweetheart. I’ll be back later for another round.” And he left her tied down, not bothering to clean up any of the blood or semen from her trembling form.

True to his word, Dean came to her three more times, each more violent and harsh than the last. His pleasure seemed heightened as he bit her, hit her, licked the blood from the cuts he inflicted upon her already battered body. His sexual assaults were brutal to say the least, unyielding and primal, without a care for her own well being.

He brought food to her, but she refused to eat. If this was to be her destiny, she didn’t want any part of it. She wished death would claim her, it would be better than this hell. Anything would be better than this.

Day three, Dean sent a lackey to clean her up as she had also refused to let him do that too. He wasn’t allowed to fuck her, but that didn’t stop him from forcing her to give him a blow job. He finished cleaning her, and was rewarded with death for disobeying the Demon’s one rule. Dean knew what had happened, and made sure his other followers knew the consequences should any of them think of trying something similar.

He took to washing her himself, despite the hatred she openly displayed for him. He force-fed her as well, making sure she swallowed the food, and didn’t vomit it afterwards. She managed to fool him occasionally, but for two weeks straight, he persisted. She needed to be healthy to carry a strong healthy litter of pups for him. Her health, or lack there of, didn’t stop him from raping her multiple times a day, cutting her, blood play, torturing her daily. Dean’s rut had long since ended, but she was his, and he thoroughly enjoyed playing with his toy.

After the third week, Dean decided to road trip with Crowley again. He placed guards he trusted to watch her and feed her, but not touch her in any sexual way. YN was stiff and sore, but she also began feeling the effects of his abandonment. And worse still, she realized she was indeed carrying pups, just as he wanted. For as much as she hated what this demon had done to her, she craved an Alpha’s touch now, and the craving was getting worse. She couldn’t keep food down, Dean’s scent was fading away, and she couldn’t shake the loneliness that plagued her. She hated him for what he’d done, but her body missed his touch.

One week after Dean left, Cas and Sam found YN and rescued her. Both men were horrified at the bruises and scars that covered her body. She was pale and severely malnourished. Sam was furious with Dean, he wanted to rip his brother to shreds. It was Cas who stopped him from doing so, telling him to focus on helping his friend instead. Sam agreed, only because he could see that YN needed him.

Cas healed the scars and the malnourishment, and told Sam of the pups, two of them. Sam asked if the pups were normal or if they were demon, not that it would change Sam’s decision to help his friend, but he needed to know. Cas confirmed that they were normal, and then told Sam about the severity of her abandonment sickness.

Sam went to YN’s room, smiling as he watched her nesting. He could tell she was still not well, she looked lost, and his heart broke. YN looked up at the younger Winchester and began crying. Sam crossed the room in seconds and gathered her into his arms, letting her sob into his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair in an effort to calm her.

“Cas told me about the touch starvation sickness YN. What do you want me to do? You’re carrying Dean’s pups as well. If the sickness gets worse, it could be harmful to them, and to you. You’re my best friend, and I love you like a sister, although I have to confess to being attracted to you. I did think about us as a couple on occasion.” He brought her face up to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to see you suffer, but I won’t force you into anything you don’t want.”

She bit her lip as she studied her friend. “Are you offering to claim me over your brother’s mark? Do you think that would help?”

Sam nodded. “Cas seems to think it would. YN, I want to help you, and if that means claiming you, then that’s what I’ll do. You and the pups are the most important thing in the world to me. I’ll love them as if they were my own. Do you want me as your Alpha?”

YN nodded, reaching up to brush her lips against his. Sam responded, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. YN moaned, leaning into his strong embrace as his hands undid the waistband of her jeans. She reciprocated, her hands eager to free his throbbing erection from the confines of his own pants. Need consumed both Alpha and Omega as Sam reached between them, finding her wet, but also needing the last bit of affirmation that this was what she wanted. She nodded.

He thrust inside, the slick coating his shaft as he did. YN arched up to meet his entrance, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Then he moved, and she met him pound for pound. His release came swiftly, and in one fluid motion he sank his fangs into her shoulder, overriding his brother’s, claiming her as his. The fever and pain subsided almost immediately as the pressure of the knot met her nerves and senses.

Once the knot shrank, he rolled over to the side and pulled her close, both spent and needing rest. She moved her head to look up at her Alpha.

“Sam?”

“Mhmm?”

“Thank you.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He kissed her forehead. “I love you too, Omega.”

@legion1993 @akshi8278 @alwaysdreamingforthebest

#spnabobingo #spndeanbingo #spndarkbingo #heavenandhellbingo #samwinchesterbinngo

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givemequeen · 5 years

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ticket to ride ; paul x reader

request: may I make a request with Paul,the reader is German and misses paul but they make it work. you see, my girlfriend lives in Germany and I live in the states as I’ve met her through pen paling.Hm, im kinda thinking of “just give me a reason” by Pink kinda fits in,reader doubts the relationship/assumes bad things but Paul comforts her.Oh also colors by Halsey,the effect of being away from each other on him and maybe it gets so bad that they breakup and Paul isn’t the same. 💓ILU and ur writing UwU a/n: bro- sad Paul makes me sad pairing: paul x german!reader summary: paul, your boyfriend, left the country and you missed him oh so much but being away from each other hurts too much. warnings: angst? mentinos of sex (nothing graphic at all) year: 1961-62 word count: 1954

You knew from the moment Paul said he was leaving that things weren’t going to be the same. You had gone with him to the airport to see him off. To be honest, you wished you hadn’t. All you did was cry and cry as he held you close to him.

“I’ll promise I’ll visit, I’ll write to you and I’ll phone you,” Paul said as he squeezed his arms around you. “I promise schatzi.” you looked up to him and smiled and the pet name, it always made you smile.

The day after he left things weren’t the same. He had been living with you for about a month before they were forced to leave and your bed seemed so empty that night so you cried yourself to sleep. As soon as the plane landed and Paul got home he called you.

“Hey there.” he quietly said into the phone.

“Hi.” you replied equally as quiet, you missed him so much and all you wanted to do was reach into the phone and hug him. You chatted for a while until he had to go.

It had been one month since he left and things had gotten better. You called each other a lot during the week and talked for hours without end. Apart from that you also wrote each other letter. Paul had started writing you sappy love songs and poems (in a jokingly manner) and even though you cringed at them you loved them.

Another you guys had started doing was send each other photographs. “So you don’t forget my face.” Paul had written in the first photograph-filled letter. You smiled down at his sloppy handwriting and smiled even wider at the pictures. Some of the photographs where of him performing, at home, with his hair up funny after a shower, taken by his friends, with his friends...

So the next day you did the same. After having all of them developed you packed them carefully in an envelope and sent them to him. He called you as soon as he got them and talked about them for hours.

Both of your friends knew things weren’t the same. The all saw how you were getting sadder as the days went by. Went the six months mark went by you didn’t even leave your flat. You kept yourself in your room, wrapped in one of his leather jackets he had sent you and looking through photographs of him and the two of you together.

Paul, on the other hand, got piss drunk also alone. John had found him when he got home, he was in the couch sobbing in the empty flat and John knew things weren’t going to get any better for the either of you. If it were up to him, or any of your friends, he would end the relationship. But you loved each other too much to do so.

“Hey,” you said weakly the day after, you didn’t want him to know you had been crying last night.

“Hi.” he groaned into the phone.

“Everything all right?” you asked at his tone.

“Yeah, just got drunk last night,” Paul said as he laughed and it left you shocked, had he been partying all night? Was he with other girls? You shook your head quickly, he wouldn’t do that and you had to trust him if things were going to work out. “Everything okay over there?” he asked when you didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.” you sighed and the conversation fell into silence.

“Listen yn,” he said. “I’m thinking about visiting, you don’t have any plans, do you?” your face lit up as soon as you heard the news and you couldn’t help but stand up straight and smile.

“No, no plans here. When are you coming?”

“In four days.” you threw your hand in the air, punching the emptiness. “Sorry for the short notice,” he added.

“No worries Paul.”

“See you then.”

“See you.”

You hanged up the phone and started to dance dramatically. You were jumping around and hitting the air. To set the mood you put on your favourite upbeat song on your record player. After your little dance party, you got yourself ready before heading down to the shops and buying things for when Paul came over.

In honour of him, you decided to cook his favourite deal. The couple of days you had before his visit were spent practising the dish. And if you said so yourself, you were pretty good at cooking it. All your friends noticed the change in you, you were much happier, back to your old self.

The day before his visit you could barely sleep. You tossed and turned in your bed and soon worry flushed over you. Why was he coming over? Was he going to break up with you? Was he seeing other girls? Now that you thought about it his visit seemed a bit strange. You pushed all the nasty thoughts to the back of your mind and dozed off to sleep.

Paul was coming at around 6:30 so you had a long time to get ready. You had cleaned the flat yesterday so that was one less thing to worry about. In the morning you washed your hair and shaved your legs so you felt as slick as a dolphin.

You put on Paul’s favourite dress and at around 6:00pm you began panicking. You sat down on the couch so Paul would see you as soon as the door opened (which was kind of dumb since you had to get to open the door). Was he going to like this? All the bad thoughts from last night came back to you and you felt like you were going to puke.

And then there was a knock. It was Paul knock, definitely. He always knocked with that same rhythm and your heart dropped. Very slowly you got up and walked over to the door. You took a deep breath in and out before opening the door.

There stood Paul, his hands were tucked into his jacket’s pockets, he was leaning against the door and his head was fixed on his shoes but it immediately flew up when the door opened. He broke into a smile and wrapped his arms around you.

You melted into the hug and smiled at the familiar sensation. Paul still smelled the same, like aftershave and cigarettes. His hands were tight around but not too tight that it hurt. He pulled away, looked into your eyes and smiled. Paul cupped your face and leaned down to kiss you.

“I missed you yn, so much,” Paul said after the kiss.

“Me too Paulie.” he smiled at the way you called him.

Once greetings were over, you helped him put his things in your room where he was going to be staying. After he got ready you led him into the dining room where your round table was set up romantically. It had a white cover over it and a candle lit in the middle.

“This is lovely.”

“Anything for you love.”

The two of you sit down and began eating and chatting. He caught you up with what was going in his life, how they had changed the drummer. The new one was named Ringo and they even had a manager called Brian Epstein. In turn, you caught him up with your life. Nothing much had happened compared to him but he listened as you told funny stories of things that had happened to you and your friends.

That night, after cleaning up together, the two of you cuddled so close as though either of you would disappear. His arm was wrapped around your waist pulling your back close against his chest. Paul had his face nuzzling against your exposed neck.

But nothing that’s good lasts forever, he was going to stay for a week and at first, it was amazing. You took him around the city and acted like tourists. It was fun and both of you messed around an awful lot at tours and museums. You also took him to see your friends and all of you had dinner together.

During the nights he would softly make love to you but as soon as that was over it only made you realise how much you loved him and missed him and you didn’t want this to end. You knew that if he left again, which he was going to, you would be broken. It sucked, you didn’t want this to happen to you because of some guy but that was just the thing, he wasn’t some guy.

He was Paul.

Paul McCartney.

The last day came around and you both silently packed his back, you could barely look over at his direction. You knew if you did you would break down in tears. Once the bags were packed you cuddled in the living room until it was time for him to leave.

“yn we should talk,” Paul said as he turned off the telly. You gulped and sat up to face him.

“Yeah?” you asked with your eyes fixed on his fingers as you played with them.

“Look at me love.” he wrapped two of his fingers around your chin and tilted your head up.

“Yeah?” you repeated.

“I love you, I hope you know that.” you nodded. “But, this hurts too much. For both of us...” you held back tears knowing what was happening.

“We should break up.” you finished as you broke down in teas. Paul wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him as he whispered sweet words into your ears and for a minute you thought everything would be alright.

“I love you too much to keep you to myself, you deserve to be happy.”

“We can be happy, together.” you insisted and you rubbed your eyes.

“Love, I want you to have someone that can be there for you always.”

“I can come to Liverpool.”

“We both know you can’t, if you could you would have done it much earlier. Your life is here, your career, your friends, your family.”

“I’m sorry.” you cried.

“Wh- Why are you sorry?”

“For not being able to go with you,” you admitted quietly making him laugh.

“Oh yn, it’s not your fault. Sorry that we got kicked out of Germany.” it was your turn to laugh. Well more like give out a choked-out version of a laugh. You had half an hour until he had to leave to go back to Liverpool and the two of you spent it in each other embrace.

You hugged him like it was the last time you would see him and it probably will be. He tried remembering you, your face, your body and so did you. You wanted to remember his scent, the way his hands felt around your body and the way his lips felt against yours.

You watched from your window as his taxi sped away, he waved until you could no longer see him and as soon as he was out of sight you climbed into your bed and cried softly. This time it was over, probably for the best since you both knew it would have hurt too much to continue like this.

Both of your friends noticed a change.

Your smile seemed a bit duller, you no longer believed in love. The way you talked about was the same way you would talk about a disease. Eventually, you did find love once more but it wasn’t like Paul. Your smile wasn’t as wide and the twinkle in your eyes wasn't there.

Paul wasn’t the same as well. His jokes were reduced after the breakup. John, Ringo and George would notice him staring off into space occasionally but things got better. His humour came back and so did his happiness. He did call you after a year and when he found out you were happy and thriving he got happier.

Things were going to get better.

#the beatles #the beatles smut #the beatles fluff #the beatles angst #the beatles x reader #the beatles one shot #the beatles imagine #paul mccartney #paul mccartney smut #paul mccartney fluff #paul mccartney angst #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney one shot #paul mccartney imagine

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xcosmicficsx · 6 years

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Holy Place | Min Yoongi

Title: Holy Place Pairing: Min Yoongi x Actress!Reader (BTS) Genre: Smut Warning(s): Smut, public(ish) sex.

[ ] request

Prompt: “This is a holy place, so you better be quiet and respectful... while we bang in the confessional booth.”

Summary: You and your crew are filming in a church for an upcoming movie, while everyone was gone on break, you and your boyfriend have a little fun.

“Break time!” Your director shouts from behind a large screen.

Jisoo, your co-star, ran over to you, giving you a sweet smile and hugging you tightly once she got close enough. “You did so well with your lines! I’m so proud of you!” She cheered, squeezing you tighter, even though she was smaller than you, she was strong as hell.

You giggled breathlessly, as she let go of you. “Thank you, Jisoo, it means a lot.”

“You wanna grab a bite to eat with me, babydoll?” She said the pet name jokingly, as a reference to what her character had called yours in the movie.

The movie was about a pure and sweet girl; you, who fell in love with a more wild girl; Jisoo. It seemed cliche, but it was a really good plot with fantastic dialogue and intriguing characters.

From over her shoulder, you seen your boyfriend, Yoongi. You shook your head and responded. “No, I’m gonna chill here with my boyfriend, but I’ll see you after break.”

She nodded understandingly and sprinted off in the direction of one of the make up stylists. Yoongi walked over to you with a pouty expression. “Hey, baby, what’s up?” You asked with a questioning look.

“You and her do a lot of skinship, don’t you?” He asked with a bitter undertone.

“Yoongs,” You rolled your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he had gotten jealous while you were filming; if you had counted correctly, it would be the twentieth time. “You really need to quit being such a jelly monster.” You mumbled, sounding like a child.

He shifted his gaze from you to the stage of the church you were in. “I’m not jealous.” He insisted.

You chuckled and replied quickly. “Yes, you are, Mr. Grumpy Pants. You get all sorts of jealous when I’m not giving you all of my attention.”

Even though he wasn’t one to admit it, you were right. He put up an ‘I don’t care’ front, but he was a real softy that wanted to steal all of your attention. And he definitely was not going to ever admit it. He didn’t bother to say anything else, so he just kept pouting.

You reached up and touched his cheek, caressing it with your palm and pulling his attention towards you. “Listen, Yoongi, no one is ever going to take me from you.” You assured him.

“How do you know?” He asked, leaning into your touch a little bit.

You decided to recite words he had said one time when you had gotten salty over some fans flirting with him. “You’re mine, I’m yours, and I really love you.”

All of the sudden, his pout was replaced by a smirk and his eyes had darkened. “You’re mine, that’s right.” He hummed softly and leaned down to place a passionate kiss on your lips.

After a few seconds, he pulled away and looked around the church to see if any of the crew had stuck around. A camera man was sitting in the pews, eating his lunch and listening to music, but that was it. Yoongi grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him into the confessional booth, securing the door behind you two.

“Yoongi, what the hell are we doing in here?” You asked him.

He placed his index finger over your lips. “Hush, baby.” He whispered to you, pulling your body flush against his own, as he started to kiss you deeply.

Yoongi detached his lips from yours and planted kisses down your jawline to your neck. When he reached your mid-neck, he started sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, making deep red marks with hints of purple.

A soft moan left your lips as he continued marking your neck and collarbone. Once you had a trail of marks that lead to your chest, he pulled away and started unbuttoning your shirt.

“Yoongs,” You mumbled and he stopped to look at you. “are you sure this is the best place to do this?” You asked, unsure.

He shook his head. “It’s really not, we could get caught,” He stated. “but you have more filming to do and there isn’t a private bedroom here for us, so this’ll have to do.” He finished and pecked your lips before stripping you of your shirt and skirt.

Hurriedly, Yoongi took your bra and panties off, and unbuckled his pants. He pulled his pants, along with his boxers, down, his length springing free. He pulled your bodies together once again and lifted you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking into his eyes that had shaded over with lust.

“Now, baby, this is a holy place, so you better be quiet and respectful,” He paused, before continuing on. “while we bang in the confessional booth.” And with that, he rammed into you with bruising force, causing you to throw your head back and let out a whimper, trying your best to not moan so loud.

He started to thrust into you at a teasingly slow pace, which had you biting the inside of your cheek. “Yoongi, please.” You whimpered.

“Please what, baby? Please stop?” He cocked an eyebrow.

You shook your head quickly. “Please go faster.” You requested, and he did so, starting to quicken the pace, then before you knew it, he was thrusting rapidly.

It was no surprise that you both came to your high quickly. Soon enough, you clenched around him, the both of you coming to your climax. The thrusts became slower and sloppy compared to the ones you had endured seconds ago. You felt him breathing heavily on the nape of your neck where he had given you a multitude of hickeys.

He had pulled out of you and left you lean against he back wall. Just as the two of you were getting dressed, there was a hard knock on the door followed by a voice. “Yoongi, after you’ve cleaned up in there, I’m ready to take you back to the dorm,” You knew the voice well, it was a band mate of Yoongi’s; Jimin. “And, YN, Jisoo brought you some food.” He added and then you heard the footsteps fade away.

You were a little weirded out at how calm Jimin was about all of this, but then again, this isn’t the first time he caught you two during a sexual encounter. Once you were fully clothed, the two of you left the booth and seen a fairly flustered Jisoo standing outside. “Hey,” You muttered, a little embarrassed. “So, you got me food?” She just nodded and walked away quickly.

“You might need to go to hair and make up for a touch up, YN” Yoongi stated, deadpan.

You looked up at him, squinting. “No shit. You’re glad we have full coverage foundation to cover the marks you made,” You said bitterly. “When we get home, you’re gonna get it, Yoongi.” You hissed and walked off to find your stylists.

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Reckless and Impulsive 7

Tony Stark X Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 End

You wandered around the party’s venue, staggering slightly. Tony had gone missing a couple two hours ago. So, you drank to fill the time.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, almost tripping on someone’s foot that was sat on the couch.

“You don’t need to apologize.” The random man took your hand and pulled you down onto his lap, “I may have a better idea of what you can do with that mouth instead of apologizing.”

“I think not,” you replied quickly, attempting to get out of his hold.

“Come on play with me for a while, sugar.” He pressed a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rhodey pulled you out of the man’s grasp. He made a signal for the guy to be removed. “Hey sweetie,” he kissed the top of your head, “You feeling okay? Do you want to go?”

“What about Tony?”

“I already saw leave with someone.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “let’s go.”

Rhodey helped you walk out, “At least you’re easier to manage than Tony. How much did you have?”

“I lost Tony a while ago. So, I drank,” you shrugged, “I had a good bit.”

He helped you into his car and got in the drivers side. “You’re staying at Tony’s tonight too or do you just want to go home?”

“Wanna go with you and Tony,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. “I love my boys.”

“Yeah, we are pretty great. Aren’t we?”

“The best.”

“And when we get home, you’re going to take a shower and eat before you go to sleep.”

“Food sounds amazing.”

You dozed off on his shoulder, not waking up until the car jolted to a stop.

“But you’re more amazing than food,” you completed sleepily.

He laughed, “Thanks YN.” Rhodey helped you into the home, pulling away from you to unlock the door, “Go take a shower. I’m going to look for food. Dont do that thing that Tony does and get into the liquor.”

“Yes, dad,” you sassed, walking off to complete your orders. After the shower you quickly realize you forgot to stop by Tony’s room to grab your clothes. Wrapping a towel snuggly around your body, you raced to his room hoping Rhodey was too preoccupied to notice. Closing Tony’s door you start rummaging the drawers for the clothes you left a while back.

“Well, that’s a sight,” Tony said, nonchalantly sipping on a bottle of rum, “Your clothes are in the drawer in the walk in, the very top one. Maybe not the shirt, but just take one of mine.”

“Thanks, Tones,” you gave him a small smile displayed the blush as you closed the walk ins door. He was exactly right. You pulled on the shorts and one of his shirts with a science pun on it. “I’m clean, that creep’s hands don’t feel like they’re still on me, I’m hungry, and I’m kinda drunk. Calming down, I think,” you said as you went to lay face down on his bed.

“Never mind, I like this view sight better,” he joked, “Want some? Wait what creep?”

You sat up and took the bottle, “Just some dude. Saying we should play and I can do other things with my mouth.”

“Who?” He asked, in an eerily calm tone. It hadn’t been that long since the Starks and Tony was choosing most small fights, but now this was something important to him.

“Down boy,” you set the bottle down on the bedside, “Rhodey helped me. Your security isn’t lax on these things. It’s just hard to spot in all the moving bodies. It’s handled.”

“Let me help.”

“Fine,” you made him lay down and cuddled yourself into his side, “You’re helping.”

“This is hardly helping. I’m the one that put you in that position. I left, what if Rhodey didn’t make it to the party after all?”

“It is helping,” you shifted so that you could rest your head on his chest and look at him, “You can’t feel guilty about this, okay? Nothing happened. It was just a minor bump in. Rhodey, you, and me, we’re all okay.”

He didn’t answer opting to just glare at the wall.

You sighed and got up from the bed, making Tony follow after. “Let’s go see how our favorite Rhodey is doing.”

Rhodey was singing along to the song on the radio as he was cooking. “How’d you find a station playing Rocking Robin?” You laughed.

“Do you have a problem with it?” He smiled taking your hands as he started to spin you around to the song.

The two of you were dancing happily, giggling like little kids. Tony finally cut in, “May I have this dance? Usually they are my date.”

“Go right ahead,” Rhodey pulled away from you. Tony immediately went to Rhodey and started dancing the next song with him. You sang along to Johnny B Good. Everything seemed lighter, nostalgic.

You watched them laughing softly before taking over the cooking. Their song ended as you were setting up food onto the plates. “Time to eat boys.”

“Wait, wait,” Tony grabbed you as the next song started, “You really think I was going to pass up the chance with my girl.”

Your song with him was slower than the past two but it worked. Tony slowly moved the two of you along, his head resting on his shoulder. He sang along quiet enough where you could think you imagined it.

“For I can’t help, falling in love with you,” he finished, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I can’t wait to be your kids godfather,” Rhodey pipped up as he ate.

You and Tony pulled away quickly after that. “So it’s time to eat right!”

Both of you sat down next to Rhodey. “Thanks, Rhodes.” Tony cuffed him playfully.

“Anytime. So, what are the odds of having one named after me?”

“Rhodey!” The two of you yelled, much to his amusement.

“What’s your middle name?” You asked.

“Rupert.”

“Really?” You scrunched your nose, “You’d have better like with James or Rhodes. Maybe Rhodes, it’s not like we ever call you James.”

“So you’ll name one after me?” He asked excitedly.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Hey, what about me I’m cooler anyway?” Tony looked offended that he wasn’t being taken into consideration.

“They’re going to have your last name,” Rhodey said in a fake frustrated tone, “Isn’t that enough?”

“No!”

“Come on you two, let’s get our plates and go watch a movie. So we can stop talking about my future hypothetical kids and who their father is.”

The three of you gathered your plates and moved into the living room. Tony set up Ferris Bueller’s day Off and you guys continued to eat in comfortable silence.

“I’m heading to bed,” Rhodes took the plates to the kitchen. “Goodnight!” He called out.

“Goodnight!” The two of you called out.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t draw all over you again.”

“Come on, let’s head to my room so we don’t make too much noise for him.”

“I don’t wanna get up,” You whined, slouching further into the couch.

He got up rolling his eyes, “Just ask if you want to be carried.”

“Tony can you please carry me?” You added a small pout for good measure.

He scooped you up into his arms easily, “You’re lucky I’m fond of you.”

You yawned, resting your head on his shoulder, “Love you too, Tone.”

He walked to his room and set you down on his bed softly. “Be my valentine?”

“Really?”

“I mean Valentine’s is up in what thirty minutes? Come on be the first Valentine I actually care about. I know, I’m not in a good state right now and I probably won’t be anytime soon. So, will you just be mine for the next thirty minutes.”

“A no strings attached valentine? You’re gonna have to make this really good, I haven’t had a real valentine.”

“Is that a yes?”

“I’d love to be your valentine.”

“I planned ahead and I have gifts.” He went to his closet and came out with a gift bag.

“Tony, you know you don’t have to get me anything.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to. Come on open it!”

You opened the gift bag to reveal three presents, “Tony, you really shouldn’t have.” You took out the smallest box and unwrapped it carefully, it was a simple bracelet with a heart charm that was surely the most expensive thing you owned. “I love it.” He helped you put it on. The next was a slightly bigger box that, it turned out to be a newer Polaroid camera with tons of film. He knew how upset you were when your old one ceased to function. Next was a simple bear, “Classic! I really love it all, thank you, Tony.”

“Anything for you sweetheart!” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You loaded up the camera, “C’mere.” The two of you posed for a couple of pictures. Smiles, silly, scary, you kissing his cheek, you kissing his, whatever you two thought about at the moment.

It was simple to see how easily it was for you two to switch into a more romantic tone. Though it didn’t particularly surprise either of you. Neither of you had kept it on the inside how you felt. Maybe you would be together for more than thirty minutes if some things didn’t happen or, maybe, you just weren’t meant to be together.

“You know, I really love you. Like I think in the honest and true way.”

“I think, I do too.”

“I’m a real mess, YN. I know it. You know it. I don’t want you to have to deal with that. Look, we can wait. When we’re older if the feeling is still there, if I’m in better control. We can try. That doesn’t mean we have to put things on hold. If life goes on without the both of us together, we should let it.”

“You’re right. Just know I’m still here for you,” you ran your hand through his hair, “In any of those situations.”

“Of course, I do. I can always depend on you.” He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“You know, there’s a minute left on the clock.”

“Not if we unplug it.”

“You’re the one who taught me leave them wanting more you joked.”

You were pulled onto someone’s lap for the second time for the day. The only thing was this time it wasn’t unwelcome. “My genius, it’s a gift and a curse.”

“And your need to talk all the time is taking up all the time.” You leaned in and caught his lips in the first kiss that wasn’t for a joke or a badly timed drunken decision. It was right and good, exactly the type of kids the both of you were waiting for.

Tony looked dazed when the two of you pulled away. “You definitely left me wanting more,” he joked, pulling you to lay down with him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

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