#like do I just sit here and wallow in my own self-pity alone or do I drag other people down here to fail and drown alongside me.

[endthedream]

[7:03 pm]

jaemin x reader (1.1k words)

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There is something so vulnerable about admitting you were wrong, something so absurdly hurtful about digging into your faults.

Jaemin knew he messed up. The moment he raised his voice and said words he didn’t mean, he knew he messed up. But the stress from the past weeks and the the exhaustion drilling itself into his bones, was enough to make him snap. He snapped at the one person that always comforted him, the one person that never means any harm to him.

And he knows you aren’t mad at him, god, you’re too good to him to be mad. He is mad at himself for being such an idiot. The only thing he always wanted whenever he was stressed at work, whenever he had to stay behind late, was you. And now he messed up.

He can still hear the whole conversation ringing in his mind, spinning over and over and over again. It’s like his own brain is torturing him for the mistake he made.

“God, just leave me alone.”, he said, head is his hands. “Stop being so annoying. Stop bothering me.” He could almost hear your heart breaking in your chest as the words left his mouth. But he didn’t yet have a clear mind to tell you that nothing he said was true.

“Okay, Jaemin.” Despite the hurt you were feeling, your voice was still gentle and so incredibly soft. “I’m going to give you some time alone. I really think you need it. And if you feel ready to talk, or you just need someone, call me, okay?”

That was two hours ago. Two hours of Jaemin not being able to stop the tears that are streaming down his face. Two hours since he couldn’t stop wallowing in self pity. Two hours since he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms.

He watched you as you put on your coat and shoes. He watched as you grabbed your purse. He watched as you showed him one last smile. And he watched as you walked out the door.

Jaemin has to make it up to you again. He has to correct his own mistake. And he will do anything that it takes for you to forgive him. Even if it means he has to beg for your forgiveness on his knees, he will do it. So without thinking any further, Jaemin grabs his jacket and sprints out of his apartment into the pouring rain.

You sit in front of the TV, watching a random show you found on Netflix, when you hear the knock on your door. Thinking it was just the delivery guy, bringing you your pizza, you stand up to open the door. But what you don’t expect is seeing Jaemin in front of you, soaked from head to toe from the rain outside and soggy flowers in his hand. You can’t tell if there are tears streaming down his face or if it’s the rest of the rain water dripping from his hair, but the blood shot eyes answer your question.

“Jaemin?” His name comes out in a question as you take his arm and pull him inside. “What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick.”

“I needed to see you.”, he says, voice strained from all the crying and his shoulders shivering from either the coldness or the sadness in his heart. “I had to make it up to you. I wasn’t being fair. You always treat me so nice. You take care of me, listen to me, hold me whenever I need it and I go and tell you to leave me alone when I actually needed you the most.”

“Baby.”, you coo, gently talking the flowers from his hands and pulling him with you into the bathroom. “There is nothing you have to make up to me. I know how stressed you’ve been and I should have given you some time before overwhelming you with all my questions. It’s okay, really.”

“No it’s not.” More tears stream down his face as he lets you take off his soaked clothes. “It’s not okay at all. I should have never raised my voice at you. I should have just told you that I needed a moment to myself, not driven you away by my bad mood. I am so sorry, baby. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, Jaemin.”, you tell him as you walk to your bathtub, filling it with warm water. “Baby, stuff like this happens. People get overwhelmed and say things they don’t mean. I know you didn’t mean what you said. I know, because you are the kindest person on this planet. You wouldn’t even hurt a fly. But the stress got to you, and it’s okay. I love you, my sweet boy. Nothing will change that.”

As you see the tub filled with warm water and bubbles that you added in, you lead him into it, making sure he is nice and comfortable. Almost immediately Jaemin stops shivering, his muscles relax and his mind stops spiralling. You put some shampoo in your hands, softly massaging it into his hair, earring a small grunt of satisfaction from the boy in the bathtub.

The tears soon stop as well and a comfortable silence fills the room. Jaemin opens his eyes a few minutes later, looking up at you with so much adoration. “I love you. So much.”

“I know.”, you tell him, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “I know because you show me your love every single day.” And for the first time since today Jaemin smiles, a bright and genuine smile.

“There it is.” You clap your hands excitedly over the beautiful scenario right in front of you. “There is my sweet boy. I missed your smile.”

“It’s because of you.”, he tells you, one hand reaching out to link his fingers with yours. “All my smiles are only for you, and will always only be for you. You make me happy, Y/N. You give me life. I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay you for everything you do for me.”

“You won’t ever have to repay me, Jaemin. I do those things because I love you.” There’s a short silence, a few seconds where neither of you say a word. “But maybe you can just cuddle me through the whole evening and give me as many kisses as I want, and we can call it even.”

A bright grin appears on the boys lips, his slight chuckle filling the room and all he can do is shake his head at your words. “You don’t have to tell me twice, baby.”

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authors note: I hope you liked this one :) I hastily wrote it at work when I had some time, and I hope it makes up for the lack of posts in the past few weeks

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[thetriumphantpanda]

I’m begging and on my knees🧎‍♀️ drunk make-up sex with Javier Peña with a dash of angst please

Have a nice day!

Anon, I see you on your knees. You can get up now because here you go! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you love it!

Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count| 1.8k

Warnings | Explicit, 18+ Minors DNI. Not many warnings for this one apart from alcohol consumption, a dash of angst, Javi begging for forgiveness on his knees (Translation, oral sex (f) receiving) and unprotected PiV sex.

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The empty bottle of wine on the coffee table is taunting you, just like the unopened second bottle of wine in your fridge is taunting you as well. The phone in the entryway is also doing a pretty good job of taunting you, begging you pick it up, dial his number and apologise, even though this had been all his fault. You sigh, pushing yourself up from the couch to go and retrieve the second bottle of wine from the fridge. Maybe another glass or two would be enough to knock you out so you didn’t feel the need to pick up the phone. 

You’re pouring the white liquid into your glass when there’s a soft knock at your door. For a moment, you consider ignoring it, thinking it’s probably only going to be your neighbour, knocking on your door for the third time this week because he’d forgotten an essential ingredient for dinner or wanted to complain about where you’d parked your car. You were likely to explode at him, so you take a large sip of the wine, wincing as it burns down your throat, your own fault for picking the cheapest option you could find, and take the glass and the new bottle to the couch. 

There’s another knock at the door, this time more insistent. You grumble, all you want is be left alone to wallow in your self-pity, so curse whoever this was that wouldn’t let you do that. In hindsight, you should have looked through the peephole in your door to check who it was that was disturbing you, but instead, you yank it open with a frustrated ‘what?!’ to be met with none other than Javier Peña. 

He's taken back by the venom in your words, swaying slightly as he steps back with his hands raised in surrender like he’s scared you might strangle him. It takes your alcohol-fogged brain a few seconds to realise he’s just as drunk as you are.

“Are you drunk?!” You exclaim, voice louder than intended because of the wine coursing through your veins. 

“Might be,” He shrugs, a lot calmer than you are when you’ve had a drink, “Think you might be as well.” He’s peering into your apartment, pointing a finger at the two bottles of wine on the table. 

“Jesus Christ,” You mumble, leaning forward to grab the collar of his leather jacket to drag him into your home, “Get in here before I get a noise complaint.” 

“Never worried much about those before, hermosa.” He grins as you shut the door behind him. 

“Shut up and sit down,” You demand, pointing to the couch, “What the hell are you even doing here?” 

This is when his exterior changes. Gone is that bravado and confidence you’re used to, that attracted you to him in the first place, replaced with aa nervous energy and a shifting in his seat. He leans over, picks up your wine glass and takes a hefty drink of it. 

“I miss you.” Is all he says. 

“Miss me?” You scoff, folding your arms over your chest, “You’re the one who left, Javier.”

“I did it to keep you safe.” He mutters. 

“Safe?” You ask, “Nothing about this fucking place is safe, Javier, you leaving probably did the opposite.” 

“I wasn’t talking about Colombia, querida,” He sighs, “I was talking about me.” 

You’re stunned into silence for a moment. If there was one thing you knew about Javier Peña, it was that this man in front of you, though capable of hurting most people, would never lay a finger on you. He’d never hurt you, apart from breaking your heart two weeks ago when he left without a word and didn’t bother calling. 

“I don’t…” You start, not being able to find the right words through the brain fog, “I don’t understand.” 

He’s standing now, walking slowly towards you to test the water as he speaks, “I’m not good at this,” He begins, “I’m not good at falling, I know I can’t be the man that you want me to be, the man I know you see when you look at me with your beautiful eyes,” He’s so close to you now, palm of his hand cupping your cheek, “I was only ever going to break your heart, hermosa, I just did it before it was too late.” 

“Then why are you here, Javi?” Your voice falters, head tilting into the warmth of his hand. 

“Because I can’t stay away,” He murmurs, “I want to be that man for you, I want to be better, I want to give you everything, to make you happy, God I want to try,” His face is inches from yours, you can feel hiss breath fanning across your cheeks, “Will you let me?” 

You don’t answer, instead, you push yourself up onto your tiptoes, wrap your arms around his neck and catch his lips with yours. He moves forward, pressing the breadth of his body against yours, one arm wrapping around your back to pull you even closer to him. You run your tongue along his plump bottom lip and groan when his mouth opens for you. It’s messy and it’s desperate and you’re both trying to drink each other in as much as possible. You because you’re scared he might pull away and leave again. Javi because he’s worried you’ll come to your senses and kick him out, just like he deserves. 

You taste the multitude of whiskey on his tongue, mixing with the taste of smoke from his cigarettes. It’s a heady mix and you’d missed it. You’re whining when he pulls away from you, trying to drag his face back to yours because you don’t think you ever want to be without his lips on yours again, but he’s dropping to his knees in front of you, and suddenly you don’t mind so much. 

“Forgive me?” He breathes, hooking his fingers into the band of your sleep shorts, dragging them down your legs to pool at your ankles, “Forgive me, hermosa.” 

Your hands are tangling in his hair, fingers running through the wayward locks. His mouth is so close to your core you can feel the heat of his breath fanning over your skin. He uses one of his wide palms to push gently at your stomach, leaning you back against the wall. Then, he takes hold of one your thighs, moving your legs to drape over his shoulder, the other firmly planted on the ground to keep you upright. 

You look down at him and he’s looking up at you, devilish grin painted across his face. He keeps his brown eyes locked with your own as his tongue flicks out and licks a perfect, wide stripe, up the seam of your pussy. Your head tilts back, hitting the wall behind you as a gasp leaves your lips when he does it again, this time letting his tongue dip between your folds to worship at your clit. 

You can feel his free hand spreading you for him, then his tongue is swirling fully over your clit and you’re crying out his name into the dark, tugging the hand that is tangled in his hair as you grind your pussy into his face. 

Javi could take you apart with military precision. In the span of a few short months, he’d managed to learn the exact movements of his tongue and fingers to get you off in record time. You can tell that this man is desperate to be inside you because his fingers are sliding through your slick and pushing into you with a ferocity you’re not used to. He’s relentless in his pace, curling his fingers up into you, hitting the spot that makes you sing, whilst his tongue is working quick flicks around your clit. 

“Fuck-” You groan, legs shaking as Javi has your hurtling towards the edge, “Fucking missed this.” 

His mouth pulls from your aching cunt just long enough to speak up at you, “Let go for me hermosa,” His wet mouth presses a kiss to your inner thigh, fingers still working in and out of you, “Come on my mouth.” 

His lips envelop your clit, there’s the pressure of sucking, the pressure of his fingers deep in your pussy, and the feeling of the tip of his tongue still running tight circles over your clit. Combine it all and you’ve got his name falling from your lips, orgasm slamming into you as Javi’s hands fly to your hips to keep you upright, mouth still working your clit through the aftershocks. 

Once he’s sure you’re not going to crumble to a heap on the floor, he’s standing, undoing his belt and tearing it through the belt loops in one motion. He unzips his jeans and pulls them down just enough to free his cock, before his hands are reaching around to pull you up. You wrap your legs around his waist whilst he pins you to the wall. His thick cock is buried inside you in one, swift thrust, and he doesn’t give you the usual time to adjust to him before he’s rutting into you, your back hitting the wall with every thrust. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispers into your ear, tip of his nose running along your jawline as he peppers kisses across your skin, “I’m sorry, hermosa,” His teeth are worrying at different inches of skin, biting and sucking until he leaves marks before soothing them with kisses, “Tell me you forgive me.” 

Your pussy is throbbing with every hard thrust he makes; you can feel yourself clenching around him. Your hands are gripping at his shoulders through the leather of his jacket and the angle of your position means he’s going to push you over the edge a second time. There is no way you couldn’t forgive this man in this moment. 

“Always,” You moan, “Always forgive you Javi,” Your hips are grinding down into his own to meet his thrusts, “Just don’t leave me again.” 

He leans his head forward, resting it to your forehead as he continues to fuck you, “Can feel you,” He mumbles, “Feel you getting tight for me, come with me?” 

You let out a high-pitched squeal at his words, as he picks up the speed. Neither of you are going to last long. It’s you that finishes first, fingernails dragging along the leather of his shoulders, your throbbing cunt clenching around his thick cock, which is all it takes for him to join you. You revel in the sound of your name falling from his lips as he fills you up. 

He manages to hold you up long enough to move you both back to the couch. He sits down, you still straddling his hips, as he brushes the hair from your face. His lips kiss at every inch of skin they can find along your face and neck whilst you catch your breath, “I truly am sorry, hermosa,” He speaks softly once you’ve recovered enough to look at him, “And I’ll spend as long as I need to proving that to you.” 

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[wonwussy]

Happy Anniversary

pairing; hongjoong x female reader

genre; smut (MINORS I HEAR THE ICE CREAM AT MCDONALDS IS WORKING QUICK GO GET SOME AND LEAVE), angst

notes/warnings; hongjoong is angry, reader is angry, everyone is angry, there's flirting with a stranger, there's drinking, there's fighting, use of sir, spanking, CONSENT IS IMPORTANT KIDS, edging, marking, GRRR ANGER (there's a lot), fucking and fighting (y'know like that one zayn song), no cover (they're adults), possessive hongjoong. really something for everyone; this is a repost of my own work

word count; 2.9k

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You glare at your boyfriend as he speaks, shaking your head at him. You can’t believe he was prioritizing work over your anniversary. You had been planning a romantic dinner at home for the two of you, and now he was saying he had to work.

“I’ve had this meeting planned for weeks! I can’t back out of it,” Hongjoong tells you, growing increasingly frustrated with your argument. As far as he was concerned, your dinner could be rescheduled. He can’t understand how hard he fought to get the meeting.

You roll your eyes and shake your head again, digging your hand into your hair. “You know it’s our anniversary today! You could have picked any other day, so why did it have to be this one?” you ask, frowning at him.

He groans and rubs a hand over his face, shaking his head back at you. “I told you that it was all that I could get. We can have our dinner tomorrow. One day will not ruin everything. It’s not a big deal,” he retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.

You fall silent at his words, your anger simmering within you. You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, before nodding slightly and moving past him to the bedroom without a word.

He frowns at your back and takes a step after you. “Where are you going?”

“Out,” you say simply, shutting the bedroom door behind you and locking it.

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You let out a flirty giggle at whatever the man next to you just said. You aren’t paying much attention to his words, but rather just enjoying the attention he is giving you. At least someone is tonight, and you are glad for it, even if it isn’t Hongjoong.

After your fight, you decided you were going out. You didn’t want to sit around the apartment while he was in his meeting, wallowing in self pity at being alone. So, you had put on your tightest jeans, a low cut shirt, and a layer of your best make-up work. You had left Hongjoong staring after you as you left the apartment, with only the words “getting drunk” hanging in the air as the door shut behind you.

And that’s exactly what you are doing. Drinking at your favorite bar, flirting with the strange man next to you, and ignoring the alerts from your phone. You know it’s Hongjoong, wondering where you are, but you cannot bring yourself to care at that moment. You are having fun.

“Let me buy you another drink, sweetheart,” the man says, not waiting for an answer as he signals to the bartender.

You smile sweetly and nod, before finishing off the glass in front of you. “You’re so nice. Thank you so much,” you return, resting your hand on his arm lightly. You notice the arousal and lust flair in the man’s eyes, and wonder if you’re going too far.

He responds by resting his hand on your knee, and you shoot him a small smile. “I can’t believe such a beautiful woman like you is out all by yourself.”

You pick up your new drink, once it’s set in front of you, and take a quick sip. “Well, my boyfriend is working tonight. I was thirsty. So, here I am,” you explain, leaving out any specific details.

“Here you are. Well, his loss is my gain,” he says with a smirk, raising his beer bottle to yours in a toast.

You toast back and take a drink, before your eyes find a familiar face near the front door. You nearly choke on your drink as you see Hongjoong stalk over to you, pulling your leg away from the man so his hand falls away.

The man notices your demeanor change and glances around, raising his eyebrows as Hongjoong reaches you two. “Let’s go. Now,” he says, his voice low. He doesn’t even bother looking at the man next to you.

You frown and shake your head, taking another drink. “I’m not done.” You can tell he’s even madder than before, and knew you were in trouble. It was almost enough to sober you back up. Almost.

Hongjoong shakes his head and reaches for your arm, which you pull away from him. “Let’s go,” he repeats as he takes a step closer to you.

“Hey, man. She doesn’t want to go with you. Why don’t you just back off, alright?” the man says, looking between the two of you.

Hongjoong finally turns to look at the man, glaring angrily at him. He doesn’t say anything, nor does he need to, as the man shrinks back and moves to a different stool further down the bar.

You scoff and shake your head, muttering into your drink, “coward.” You drain the rest of your glass and look up at Hongjoong. “I am having a good time here. Don’t you have some stupid meeting to get to?”

He rolls his eyes and leans over so he can whisper in your ear. “You’re going to come home with me, right now. I will toss you over my shoulder if I have to, but I’d rather not cause a scene. So, get up and walk.”

You shiver at his breath on your ear, knowing he would fully make good on his threat. You swallow as he leans back, looking up at him and catching his gaze. You don’t see any softness in his eyes, and you can’t help but wonder if you crossed the line. Then, you remember what he did tonight, and you frown at him.

He pulls out his wallet as you finally get to your feet, shooting the bartender an easy smile as he sets a couple of bills on the bar top. Then, he turns back to you and notices you’re a little wobbly, sighing quietly. “Of course you’re drunk,” he grumbles, wrapping his hand around your upper arm, so he can keep you steady as you both walk out.

You whine and try to pull your arm from his grasp, anger building up again. “Let me go. I’m going with you.” You pause as he lets your arm go, adjusting your purse over your shoulder. “I will meet you at home,” you tell him as you start to pull out your car keys.

“You’re not driving,” he replies simply, snatching the keys from you. “We’ll get your car tomorrow.” He puts his hand on your lower back, forcefully guiding you towards his vehicle.

He opens the passenger door for you, watches as you clumsily climb in, and shuts the door once you’re settled. He runs a hand through his hair as he curses under his breath, rounding the car to the driver’s side.

You don’t say anything as he gets in and starts the car, crossing your arms over your chest. You know you’re pouting, but you didn’t care. He canceled your anniversary dinner, he ruined your drinking fun, and you are just angrier than when you had left the apartment. Angry and tipsy.

He manages to not get pulled over as he speeds the car home, a stern look on his face as he helps you out of the car and into the apartment. Neither of you had said a word the whole way home, and you had spent the ride staring out of the window. Now, you aren’t sure what’s going to happen.

He lets out a huge sigh once the door is shut and locked behind you both, shrugging off his jacket. “Bedroom. Now. And you better be naked when I get in there,” he commands, raising his eyebrows at you.

You suck in a breath at his words and swallow hard, nodding slightly. You know better than to disobey him when he has that tone to his voice. Though a tiny voice in your head wants to tell him no.

You turn on your heel and make your way to the bedroom, still trying to decide if you’re going to listen to him or not. You’re still angry with him, and honestly, you just want to scream at him.

As soon as you get into the bedroom, you slam the door shut behind you. You turn to sit on the edge of the bed and groan, dropping your head into your hands. The whole night has been mostly a disaster, and now you just want to go to bed.

You hear the door open, and you lift your head to find Hongjoong standing there. You two stare at each other in silence, and you can see his annoyance on his face. “You canceled our dinner,” you finally say, standing to your feet.

“And I told you to get naked, so I guess we both fucked up,” he returns quickly. “Get undressed.”

You lift your chin and cross your arms over your chest. “Apologize.”

A noise escapes his throat, and you swear it sounds like a growl. “I’m not apologizing for anything. Not right now. This isn’t about our dinner. This isn’t about my meeting. This is about you,” he tells you, his voice low. “And how you were flirting with another guy. So, get undressed. Now.”

His words make you pause, your anger slightly ebbing. He was right. You were flirting with another guy, and he saw it. And now you can see the sliver of hurt it caused, though it was hidden by jealousy and anger. You shake your head a little. “At least someone paid attention to me tonight,” you blurt out. When you realize what you said, your eyes go wide.

His familiar smirk, what you like to call his demon smirk, splits across his face. Now you know you’re really in trouble.

You clear your throat nervously, finally doing what he had asked. You tug your shirt off, push your jeans and underwear down, and unhook your bra. You pile your clothes on the floor and kick them away, your eyes dropping to your hands as you wait for him.

He steps closer to you, his fingers running down your arm lightly. “You know what you did, right?” he asks you, his hand sliding back up your arm and to your shoulder as he circles around to your back.

You nod as you lick your lips, shivering slightly at his touch. “Yes, sir,” you reply softly. And you did.

He doesn’t say anything as his hand caresses down your spine and to your ass gently, before he pulls it away. He swings and pops his palm against your skin, leaving the area stinging.

You let out a small cry, and you’re not sure if it was from surprise or pain or pleasure. You sway unsteadily as he smacks you again, biting your lip to keep you from making any noise.

Hongjoong smooths his hand over the area he just hit, before circling back to face you. He lifts your chin with his hand, studying your gaze carefully. “Before we get too far, I need to know you’re okay with this. You had some drinks, so I want to make sure this is okay,” he says softly, no anger in his voice. “And I need to hear you say it.”

You sniff as you look at him, nodding slightly against his fingers. You always loved that he cared enough to make sure you were okay, and that you were going to be okay with whatever was going to happen. He never pushed you too much or too far. No matter how dominant he was, he always made sure to take care of you first.

“Say it.”

“Yes. I’m okay. This is okay.”

He nods, satisfied with your answer, before dropping his hand from you. “Get on the bed. Hands on the headboard,” he instructs, his tone back to commanding, as he peels his shirt off.

You lick your lips and nod, moving to follow his instructions. Your arousal grows as you grip the headboard, just waiting for his next move. You glance back at him over your shoulder, watching as he pushes his pants and briefs off. You suck in a sharp breath as you eye his cock, squirming a little at the thought of it filling you.

“You let another guy touch you,” he says after a moment, catching your gaze. He climbs onto the bed behind you and smooths his hand down your thigh, “right here.” He pauses as his hand moves back up and over your hip, and back to your ass. “Did he touch you here too?” he asks, bringing his hand back and slapping it against your skin.

A quiet whine escapes you as you shake your head. “No, sir.”

He soothes the stinging area gently, leaving you moaning in pleasure. “Did he know that you’re mine?” he asks, before smacking the other cheek.

You grip the headboard tighter and nod, letting out a quiet sigh. “Yes, sir. I told him I had a boyfriend,” you answer, pushing your ass into Hongjoong’s palm as he grips it.

He smooths his hand up your back and into your hair, gripping tight enough to tip your head back. He smirks when he hears you moan, leaning forward so his lips are next to your ear. “I guess I just have to remind you who that is, huh?” he whispers.

“Yes, sir,” you return quietly, as his other hand slid between your legs.

He pushes your thighs further apart, before he runs a finger over your folds. “Is it me who made you wet, or him?”

You whimper again and resist the urge to roll your hips over his hand as he continues to tease you. “You, sir. Always you,” you whine out.

He slowly pushes one finger into you and tilts your head to the side, giving himself access to your neck. “Only me,” he growls against your skin. His lips press to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, his teeth grazing lightly, before he starts sucking.

Another moan escapes you as he starts to move his finger in you, the sensations making your knees just about weak. Your pussy clenches as he inserts a second finger, his mouth moving up to your ear. You know there must be a spot where he just was, but you don’t care.

“You don’t deserve my cock tonight. Maybe you don’t even deserve to cum tonight,” he says quietly, pulling his fingers from you.

You whimper as he lets your hair go, and you feel his absence behind you. You don’t manage to say anything, before he’s gripping your hips and pulling your ass back to him. “Don’t let go of the headboard,” he warns, smacking your ass again.

You gasp as he thrusts into you without warning, your fingers curling around the top of the headboard tightly. You’re barely able to catch your breath, before he is snapping his hips against your ass. “Fuck,” you manage to say as his cock hits deep within you.

Hongjoong’s fingers are gripping your hips tightly as he roughly thrusts into you. His grunts mix with yours, the sound filling the room. One hand slips back into your hair and pulls your head back slightly. “You’re mine,” he growls.

A loud moan from your lips fills the room, and you can’t help but push back against him. It wasn’t very often you had sex this rough, but you both were running on high emotions. Anger, jealousy, and apologies were in each thrust. You feel your stomach tighten as you tiptoe your orgasm, another whine filling the room.

Hongjoong’s hand leaves your hair and goes to your clit, teasing it to push you further over the edge. “You cum for me, and me only,” he grunts out.

His words and fingers cause you to let out a half yell half moan as your orgasm hits you hard. Your pussy clenches on his cock as you grind your hips against him. You’re panting as he keeps thrusting into you.

It only takes a few more thrusts before he’s cumming into you, his breathing hard as he slows to a stop. He leans against your back, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he slowly pulls out of you.

You can feel his cum drip down your leg as you let go of the headboard. You look over at Hongjoong as he climbs off the bed to grab a tissue so he can wipe your leg off.

He takes your hand as he tosses the used tissue into the garbage basket, tugging you to him as he lays back down on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have tried to move the meeting,” he says softly after a moment.

You slip your leg between his and sigh, resting your cheek against his bare chest. “It’s okay. We can have our dinner another time. I know the meeting was important to you. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad,” you whisper.

You can tell both of you weren’t mad anymore, but sorry. And it felt like a weight had been lifted from both of you. “Well, they canceled anyway. So, we fought over nothing,” he scoffs, a half laugh escaping his lips.

You snort and roll  your eyes. “Of course we did. Remind me to give them a piece of my mind for ruining our anniversary,” you joke.

“Baby, as long as it’s not me, you can be mad at whoever you want,” he teases, leaning down to catch your lips in a tender kiss.

#hongjoong smut #ateez smut #hongjoong fanfic #ateez fanfic #s reposts to wonwussy #i'm pretty terrible at tags i think it's apparent by now

[girlsneedff]

Impted

Chosou x reader

Slightly NSFW- sexual activities are only mentioned. Still, minors and ageless bios stay away from this pls!!

This is based off of the song Imported by Jessie Reyez and 6LACK. I was blasting that all while writing (and not studying for finals).

Oh, and I drew the pic…

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He doesn’t know why he’s getting so sad over this. It happens all the time. The girl that he loves finds some guy at a party, then they head home together, leaving Chosou a wreck. He knows it’s not fair, and he should have moved on a long time ago, but he can’t.

It’s hard to move on from someone you love- especially when she’s telling him “I love you” back. But she doesn’t want to make it official- she knows that this man will literally walk on his hands and knees to appease her, and she acts like he’s just some guy. It aggravates him to high hell, but he’s still hopeful about her.

This night was no different. She came with Chosou, and she’s leaving with another man. He can see her chatting this guy up from across the room in the house party. She’s batting her lashes up at him, playing with her hair, letting him feel all up on her. Chosou’s seething- you can practically see the steam rising from his head. With every bass boosted beat of the music in the house his heart is being torn to shreds. But she’s made it pretty clear that the two of them aren’t together- at all. He’s beginning to realize that they never will be.

“You look pissed as hell.”

A voice from behind him says, as (presumably, the owner of said voice) snakes an arm across his shoulder, leaning over the back of the chair to talk to him.

He peels his eyes off of ‘his girl’ and gives his attention to the voice.

It’s you. Your hair’s done up- you’re wearing a tube dress with necklaces and other jewelry adorning you. Lipgloss is shining. You’re smirking at him. He’s never seen you before- ever.

He doesn’t respond to you. Instead, he just looks at you blankly, then back at the girl he came with, dancing with another man.

“You like her, huh? In love with your best friend?”

That annoys Chosou a little bit. They’re not best friends- they’re… they…. Fuck he doesn’t even know. He takes a sip of his alcohol, just trying not to send his mind into a spiral.

“I get it. Happens to the best of us.”

Chosou would really prefer if you left him alone to wallow in his own self pity, but it seems that you have no intention of doing that. You haphazardly rub his chest, trying to comfort him.

“Thank you for- thank you for coming to my party.” You slur, smiling warmly.

Great. A drunk hostess. Not that he also wasn’t tipsy- it’s just that he’s sitting down, and he’s focusing all of his sobriety on his love.

And this is your house. It must look so nice when it’s not full of a bunch of mid to late 20-year olds getting wasted as fuck and destroying the place.

“Thank you for having me…”

“Of courseeeee,”

He side eyes you, as you place your head in your other hand.

“You’re too cute to be here upset about a girl.”

You grab the back of his head, which startles him, a tinge of red dancing across his cheeks as you move his head to look around.

“Take aaaa look at all of the possibiliessss.”

You’re referencing all of the people in your home right now. He doesn’t doubt that there’s some beauties in your humble abode, but they’re not her.

When you let go he looks back up at you, rubbing the back of his head clumsily. Now he’s really looking at you. Before he was so focused on his girl that’s not his girl, but now that he’s really really looking at you-

You’re bad as fuck. Real bad. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or the fact that he’s been ignoring his heart skipping beats like it’s beatboxing ever since you came to pester him. He hasn’t felt this feeling for anyone but her in a long time.

You pick up on his staring, looking him up and down. Then you say, with a sly grin:

“Maybe I can offer some help…”

He stiffens, and it’s noticeable. You let out a small hum, seemingly happy with his reaction, running the hand wrapped around him along his chest.

“Come with me.”

You take said hand and grab his jaw, turning it towards his situationship.

“You really want to sit… and watch in agony?”

He gulps, feeling his heart squeeze even harder, watching this girl on the verge of kissing the random man of the night.

“Your eyes are so easy to read.”

He looks to his side, and sees you leaning over further, damn near falling onto the couch to look at his face.

“At least for now, I can help you forget.”

His face is burning up, and he’s feeling dizzy. Maybe it’s the drink? Or his situation? Or how close you are to his face?

“If you’re not down to fuck, that’s fine too. We can have fun other-“

“I want to fuck.”

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even process what he was saying with the little control he had.

You let out another hum in satisfaction with a grin.

“Shit- ok then.” You kiss his cheek sloppily, then stand back up behind the couch, waiting for him so you guys can go.

He stands up, looking at ‘his girl’ then back at you over his shoulder. You’re leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, looking at him. Obviously undressing him with your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek.

Your confidence and unabashed ogling is something he’s not used to.

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but he likes it. Maybe it’s the punch you’ve brewed up for this party, but he’s starting to remember it’s nothing serious between him and ole girl. Perhaps it’s the drink, but he hopes you grip his hair just as roughly as you were doing before, whether he’s eating you out, or you’re riding.

You’re here- for the night, at least. It’s been so long since he’s had sex.

For once, his mind isn’t on her.

Maybe the best way for him to get her out of his head is to get inside of you- at least for the night.

#jjk #choso kamo #chosou #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x black!reader #unrequited love #black reader #choso x black y/n #jjk choso

[thelittleangel]

Blind Date

tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader,

warnings: possible OOC, angst, reference to past relationships that weren't great, reader gets stood up.

taglist:@agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666 @waywardseraph @wraith-posts

When I agreed to do this, I didn't think there’d be this much waiting.  I thought he would have been here by now.  But sitting at the restaurant for thirty minutes seemed to me like he wasn’t coming.  

I made a deal with myself to wait another ten minutes and if he didn’t show up, I was going home.

Another five minutes, I sat, tearing up napkins.  

Three minutes pass.

“Screw it.” I mutter.

I grab my coat, dropping 5 bucks on the table.

On my way to the door, I bump into someone.  Turning to say ���excuse me.”, my eyes meet with a familiar shade of blue.

“Hello.” 

“Hey, Cas.  What are you doing here?”

“Dean asked me to pick something up.  What are you doing here?”

“Nothing anymore.”

His lips shape into a frown.  “What’s nothing?”

“One of my friends set me up on a blind date.”

“How did it go?”

I breathe out a heavy sigh. “It didn’t.”

“He didn't show up?”

I shake my head.  He looks at me with what I guess is pity, and then back at the tables.  

“I’m sorry.”

I smile at him and shake my head.  “Don't be, it's not your fault.”

“May I sit with you?”

I look at him in confusion.  “Aren’t you picking something up for Dean?”

He smiles gently at me, “it can wait.”

I smile back at him, “Pie?”

He nods. “Pie.”

He gestures to the table I was just sitting at.  I look at the table and then back at him, “you sure?”

He nods.

I walk to the table, setting my stuff down.  He sits across from me.  We just watch each other awkwardly.  I don’t know what to say to him and I doubt he knows what to say to me.  I look down at my hands.  

“Why do you go on these dates?”

I breathe out a sigh.  “I honestly don’t know anymore.  I never have any luck, and when I do hit it off with someone, they never contact me again.  And I don't know if it's me or if it's just….”

We sit in silence for a moment, and I lean back into my seat, wallowing in sadness and self-pity.

“Can you look at me for a second?’

I look up at him, sure that I’m going to get some kind of stern expression and aggressive words to stop with the pity party.  And I know he wouldn’t do something like that, but it’s just a common occurrence that I've learned to expect from everybody.  But no, his expression is kind, his eyes are gentle.

“Even if you don’t can’t find someone who will love you right away, please don’t give up hope.  There are still people out there who care about you.”  

“I don’t really have a lot of people in my life, Cas.”

“You have Dean, and Sam, and you have me.  You have your friends.  Your family.  You’re not alone.”

“It feels like I am sometimes.”

“Because no one’s interested in you romantically.”

“Yes.” 

“How do you know that’s the case?”

“Because they never make an attempt to contact me after the first date, so I'm just left to wonder what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.  You just haven’t found the right person.”

I look down at my hands again.  He covers them with his own.  I look up at him again.  There’s sympathy there.  

I squeeze his hand and then let go.  I grab my stuff and head out.  

As I'm walking to my car, I hear footsteps behind me.  I turn and I see Cas.  

I force a smile onto my face.  “Hey Cas.  What’s up?”

He looks nervous.  I unlock my car and open the door.

“Before you left, I wanted to give you something.”

“What is it?”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other.  “It’s a surprise.  I’m going to have to ask you to do something strange.”

I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.  “Like what?”  

He looks away.  “I need you to close your eyes.”

“Are you sure you can’t just tell me?”

He looks back up at me, his expression serious.  “I’m sure.”

I sigh, closing my eyes.

I hear a shift, like he’s moving, maybe adjusting his coat.  He takes a step.  

I shift from one foot to the other.  Waiting. 

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I jump from the sudden and unexpected touch.  “Cas, what are you-”

His hand moves to my face, his thumb brushing my eyelashes gently.

He takes a step closer.

I feel his lips brush mine.

My eyes open wide, and I take a step back, but I realize it's all for nothing, because there’s no one in front of me.

#supernatural #castiel x male reader #male reader #castiel x reader #castiel

[tadashisdisaster]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐩_𝐀𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫  - 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 part 1

CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷     idk if there’s gonna be smut here, suggestive humor, college life, breakups, toxic relationship, college boy/girl curiosity

AN ~ arny is so JJGSJIISOJAMAHJSJSISH IDFK. also comment below if u have an addiction to coffee? I do☕️ vanilla mocha latte🤍or just plain coffee with a medium amount of creamer and 3and a half spoon fulls of sugar. 😌Yus pls.

You slam your door and chuck your shoes off to the side. “FUCK.” Arny peeks his head through the crack of his door. “Um, so…how’s your day been?”

You and Arny have been roommates for a full year now. You two have grown really close over the past few years, and so have feelings that remain one sided. Arny has been your friend since high school. Sure you had your ups and downs but that’s what make you two so compatible.

You rip open the fridge and snatch 3 strawberry milk boxes and flop yourself on the couch. You peal the straw off the box and stab the top of the box with the bottom of the straw. ‘SIIIIIPPPP’ you sigh and place the box on the coffee table and lay down.

Arny (who had been watching you practically rip the fridge door off and murder a milk box) finally opens his bedroom door all the way and shuffles towards you.  He places his hands on his hips and look down at you.

“Rough day huh?” You don’t look at him as you quickly click through your anime series, selecting one and letting the remote slip from your hand to the floor. “How’d you know?” Arny raises his hand, pointing to the fridge. “You literally-” you roll your eyes and respond again without looking at him.

You knew that if you looked at him you would bawl your eyes out, but you wanted to stay mad. You wanted to wallow in your own self pity. 

“That was a rhetorical question….doof.” Arny lets out and over exaggerated gasp and puts his hand on his chest. “Well I never…in a million, trillion, billion, years have never been so insulted in my life.”  You snort and hide your face in the pillow you had stuffed under your head. “Leave me alone, Barney.” Arny, being used to the old high school nickname, let out a chuckle, “So, that’s how it is…” he climbs on top of you, tickling your sides.

“A-arny…” you try to breathe, “s-stop!” Not really paying attention to the not so innocent position you two were in at the moment, you wrap you arms around his neck, tossing your head back as you continued to laugh.

Arny looks at you, unwanted thoughts creep into his mind. Watching you laugh made his mind race. He subconsciously leans his head to your neck, his nose softly brushes against the your beating pulse, making you jolt.

“Um…Arny?” You hold you hands together at you chest as you shyly look away at the floor. Arny backs off you and quickly licks his lips out of nervous habit. You two sit in silence wait for the other to speak up and break the thick tension.

Arny clears his throat, “Ehem, so, a-about you day?” You fidget with the ring on your finger. His gaze was soft yet intense, making you take a quick glance at your concerned friend then quickly look away. He smirks at how shy you’ve always been, even after 5 years of friendship.

Arny sighs and gets up, “Well if you really don’t wanna talk about what happened then I guess i’ll just have’ta-” you grab his pant leg pinched between your index and thumb. You haven’t bothered to lift your head, afraid to show your flushed face, “He…he cheated on me.”

Your hand fell to your lap. Tears stung the corners of your eyes. All he could do was look at you with utter frustration and confusion, wondering why a girl like you, would decided to go with that douche, Damion, instead of him, who obviously cared so much about you.

Arny ran his hand through his curls and sat back down on the couch. After a few more seconds of silence he clears his throat, “Well…” you look up at Arny, his arms open wide as he looked away from you, his cheeks a tinge pink. You crawl across the sofa and into his arms.

You sobbed into his chest. “Why Arny, why?” Arny knew he couldn’t answer. There were so many answers but only one spoke louder, “I-I don’t know.” He stroked your hair planting a small kiss to your temple. You had the tendency to fall for toxic guys, making you and your life miserable. You would get upset (angry) whenever he would tell you “He’s not that great of a guy y/n, if you would just-” you’d end up arguing and the fight always ended in “YOU’RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD, GOD, GET THE FUCK OF MY BACK ARNY!”

You had avoided Arny until your boyfriend either left, cheated or did other things to you that made you leave the relationship, only then would you find your way back to him and cry your heart out. “I don’t think I wanna date anymore.” You blankly state as you look at you fuzzy duck socks.

Arny hums at your response knowing that your “statement” wasn’t going to last that long. You said that every time your heart got shattered to a million pieces, then (with Arny’s help of course) put the pieces back together and then hand the not fully healed heart to another.

You get up and walk towards your room. “I’m gonna go shower…and wash this,” you do a circular motion with your pointer finger around your mascara covered face. “l’ll see you for dinner. Or maybe order something, I might even cook if i don’t feel tired, you know how I get after a good wash.” You awkwardly chuckle walking to your door. Just as you grab the knob Arny stops you.

“When did you get-”

Arny’s hand was gently placed on yours preventing you from continuing to turn the door knob. Maybe you were too busy rambling about dinner, that you hadn’t  noticed him get up and walk behind you, but the way his warm chest brushed against your arm sent goosebumps up and down your spine.

“Y/n, I…” you blush waiting for him to finish his sentence. His face was dangerously close to yours making you yearn for more contact. “Y/n I love you.”

To be continued…..

#tadashisdisaster #khai’s feed❕ #love khai #birlap x reader

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Blinding Lights Chapter Seven

Warnings: Implied torture, a little actual torture, thought it’s light, a very intimate scene between the reader and Yoongi (no sex though), and some very angst unbridled rage, oh, and murder. I think that covers it all.

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We end up seated around the dining room table, though the attitude is much more solemn than it was this morning. Jimin still clings to me, his eyes red and puffy. I’m feeling pent up enough to feel ready to burst. Between them taking Taehyung and the state that Jimin is in, I feel like I could kill a man with my bare hands. Hoseok sits at the head of the table. His hair looks wild, like he’s been close to pulling it out a few times.

“I found their warehouse,” Hoseok gets right to point, sensing that no one is in the mood for an anecdote,” I followed the van and saw it park there. I couldn’t get any closer because I didn’t want them to hurt Taehyung. It’s here.”

Hoseok points at a point on a map spread across the table, circling it. For a while, I tune out as I memorize the map and the route to the warehouse. They’re conversing and planning. When I look at Jimin, I see that he has a look on his face that I don’t quite understand. The only words I can think to describe it are determined rage.

“We’ll move out tomorrow,” Namjoon says finally, after considering everything,” It could be dangerous if we go tonight.”

“Tomorrow?” Jimin’s tone is incredulous as he stands, his hands slamming on the table. I’m quick to join him.

“That gives them too much time to have Tae. They could hurt him,” My voice is a little wobbly but I ignore it.

“Neither of you are coming with us,” Yoongi levels a look at me, and then at Jimin. I scoff, fury quickly building in me,” I know you guys want Taehyung back but your rage is a liability. I can’t trust that either of you will keep a level head.”

“This is bullshit,” Jimin growls, his tail flicking in obvious irritation. He turns and stomps up the stairs. I’m quick to follow him, but his door slams, the lock clicking into place. I sigh and go to my own room instead, leaving him to his own grief. I change clothes into something it would be easier to fight someone in. Part of me wishes I could drive, I would go after Taehyung by myself. I’m the reason he was taken, I should be the one getting him out.

That thought is the one that triggers my breakdown. Sobs wrack my body. I grab a blanket and walk into the massive closet, settling into the back corner and wrapping the blanket around me, pulling it over my head. I just, want to be left alone for a while and it will probably be easier to hear me crying in my room. I didn’t bother turning on any of the lights and I made sure to close the closet door behind me. I don’t know how long I lay there, just wallowing in my pity.

I can feel my self-hatred growing. I should have never let Yoongi take me out of there, I should have stayed. Then they would have been safe. Taehyung would be here and Jimin wouldn’t be in this state. Even though I can hear them frantically looking for me, I make no move to make my presence known. I just want to be alone. It’s there that I make my plan.

I’m leaving tonight. After everyone has gone to sleep, I’m going to go and I’m going to get Taehyung. I don’t care if I have to turn myself in for him, make a trade. I would rather be tortured a million times than know that Taehyung is there and I could have done something about it. I can feel my resolve harden.

“Kitten?” I can hear Yoongi’s voice calling for me in my room. I don’t respond. Part of me is anxious about how I’m going to pull off my plan, but I’m also mad at him for leaving Jimin and I out. I can feel the air pressure in the room change when Yoongi opens the closet door. He can probably smell that I’m here,” Baby, what are you doing?”

I don’t respond, curling in on myself. He lets out a soft sigh. He tugs on the blanket gently and I think about fighting but I let him pull it away. His hand gently cradles my cheek, his eyes searching mine. He coos softly, lifting me into his arms. He nuzzles his head into me gently.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know you’re worried about Taehyung. I am too,” He murmurs softly, his lips pressed to my forehead,” But you and Jimin could get hurt. It’s late. You need to eat something. Then we can get some sleep.”

“I’m not hungry,” I croak, my voice hoarse from crying,” I just want to go to bed.”

“You haven’t eaten since this morning,” Yoongi frowns.

“I’m not hungry, Yoongi,” My tone is a little more annoyed. He sighs and sinks onto the edge of the bed.

“You need to take care of yourself, baby. You still skip meals, and it’s not good for you,” I chew on my bottom lip at his words. I was hoping no one had noticed but I shouldn’t be surprised.

“I think that anything I eat is gonna come back up, right now,” I say softly, my hands clenching together,” This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, baby,” Yoongi’s arms wrap around me tightly, like he can squeeze the negative thoughts out of my head.

“They wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for me!” My words come out much more angry than I intended,” They were here because of me! They tried to take Jimin because of me! They took Taehyung because of me! Of course it’s my fault!”

“Then it’s really my fault,” His words have my blood freezing in my veins,” I’m the one that brought you here, I’m the one that didn’t protect you, I’m the one that told them not to let you and Jimin come with us.”

“I can’t do this right now, Yoongi,” For the first time, I almost shove Yoongi away from me. I get off of his lap and move away from him, holding up my hands when he tries to reach for me,” Please, just leave me alone. Please, I’m begging you. I can’t think right now and I don’t want to say something that’s just going to upset us both.

I want to break down again when I see the wounded expression in Yoongi’s eyes. Maybe it’s better this way. It’ll be easier to leave if Yoongi’s mad at me. I wish I had the guts to make them all hate me. It would be so much easier that way. He looks like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. He get up from the bed and gives me one last look, like he’s expecting me to just say I was kidding or apologize. When he opens my bedroom door, Jin is on the other side, a tray in his hands. Yoongi sighs and takes it, setting it on the bed.

“Be as mad as you want, but please try to eat something,” He says softly, then he’s gone, the door closed behind him. I stomp to the door and flip the lock.

I didn’t lie to him when I said I didn’t feel like eating, but if I’m going to follow through with this plan, I need to eat something. I pick at the food, though I make sure to drink the entire glass of water on the tray. Then I begin my plan. There’s a small backpack in the closet, which I fill with a change of clothes and a few other essentials. I make sure to leave my phone on the bedside table. By now, it’s well passed dark, the sun having set over an hour ago. I change into a pair of comfortable pants and a t-shirt. The last thing I grab is the knife Jungkook gave me for protection.

After working with him for a few weeks, he had presented me with the knife as a sort of courting gift. He wanted me to be ready. I forgot about it earlier and now we’re paying the consequences. I won’t forget it again. I strap it around my hips, the sheath on my left hip. Then begins phase two.

I ease the window open as quietly as I can, climbing up onto the sill and slipping through. For once, I’m extremely grateful for my small stature. It makes it much easier to fix the curtain and close the window before jumping down. I’m sure they probably have people watching the front and back doors, knowing how volatile Jimin and I are right now. So, this was the next best option.

The warehouse is actually a lot closer than I thought it was. I studied a map on my phone for a while, to map my route, scrawling a quick plan on a sheet of paper. Sneaking around the side of the house to get to the gate feels like it takes forever. I can’t take any direct routes, knowing those will be the ones they have eyes on. Luckily, it’s easy to slip through the large wrought iron fences. Turns out, they’re not cat proof.

Following my scrawled instructions, it only takes me about an hour to find the warehouse, maybe a little longer. For a while, I just watch, nearly fully concealed in the brush. The warehouse is well hidden, surrounded on all sides by trees and shrubbery. There aren’t many guards outside, maybe six or seven? It’s easy to learn their routine. The don’t seem to be focused on anything above eye level, seemingly figuring that no one is that dumb. Except me, I guess.

There are a few trees that sit along the edge of the warehouse. A few of the taller trees have branches scraping against the second story windows. I maneuver through the trees carefully, scaling one far enough away that they hopefully won’t hear me. Moving from tree to tree is hard and time consuming, but it’s the only plan I have. When it comes time to jump to the tree closest to the warehouse, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I have a few minutes before the next person will pass under it so I have to do it now. The jump is good but my foot slips from the branch, nearly sending me to the ground. I can feel the skin tearing a little on the underside of my arms when I catch myself. I pull myself up quickly, pressing myself against the tree trunk and catching my breath. I’ve calmed down considerably as the next rotation goes through. Once they’ve passed by, I move toward the window, peaking in. The upper floor isn’t really an upper level at all. The building is almost built like a barn with the upper level being storage. Maybe it is a converted barn, that would explain the location.

The window isn’t locked, and it slides relatively soundlessly. I clamber through and slide it closed just as silently. I creep to the edge, looking down at the floor below. There’s a table set off to one side, where my former Master sits, talking to one of the other guard. Taehyung is in the back corner, curled into a ball. Even from here, I can see his shoulders shaking. He makes no sound but it’s easy to see the signs that he’s crying. My heart clenches, my rage returning.

I have to come up with a plan. There has to be some way to make a distraction, or something, and an get Taehyung out. Those thoughts are quickly interrupted by the door swinging open as they drag someone in. Familiar pink hair sends my heart pounding out of my chest. Jimin.

“Caught this one trying to sneak in,” The hybrid snarls, though I can’t tell what kind he is from here. Master stands and saunters over to him, seeming all too pleased. He crouches and grabs Jimin’s chin, lifting his face to him. His arms are restrained in ropes, as are his legs, but he bares his teeth in anger, a growl resonating from his chest.

“Leave us, all of you,” Master snaps, standing turning his back to the men, and Jimin,” Leave the cat.”

“But-“ One of the guys tries to argue but it seems futile as he is dragged out by the others before he can get himself in trouble.

Master goes over to the corner that Taehyung is in, dragging him up and dragging him over to Jimin. I can see the recognition in Taehyung’s eyes but, as he brings Taehyung into the light, I can also see the bruises. So can Jimin as his growls grow in volume, his body wiggling as he tries to free himself. Master laughs, dropping Taehyung on the floor by Jimin.

“How sweet, a little cat trying to protect a Tiger,” Master coos, rolling his eyes,” I can’t believe they sent a little cat to try to retrieve him. I expected better.”

The state Taehyung is in sends me into a rage I’ve never felt. His back is to me and I move without thinking, back up a few steps and launching myself into the air. I roll when I hit the ground, hopping up and unsheathing my knife. My hand is over his mouth and my knife to his throat before he can react. Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes are wide but I ignore them.

“I’m the only one you need to be worrying about,” My voice is a low growl,” You hurt what’s mine and I won’t let it happen again.”

“You won’t hurt me, Little Kitten,” His voice is muffled by my hand, barely audible.

“You’re right, I won’t hurt you,” I use my grip to switch our positions, pressing him to the ground and holding the knife point to his chin,” But I will kill you.”

It’s almost like I’m watching from far away as the knife moves across his throat. It’s sharp, needing barely any pressure to break the skin. His eyes widen, his hands flying to his throat as red spills out. I feel numb, like this is happening to someone else. I turn to Jimin and Taehyung, using the knife to free them.

“Jimin, get him out of here. Tell the others that you need to go into hiding. I’m serious, you both need to lay low,” I turn and wipe the knife on the dead man’s clothes.

“Come with us. We’re all going back together,” Jimin supports Taehyung, who cradles his ribs.

“I can’t,” My voice is soft. I can hear voices outside,” Go, both of you. Use the second level. Go out the window and use the trees as a bridge.”

Jimin looks like he wants to argue but they’re going to come in here and we can’t be here when they do. I help him get Taehyung up the stairs, leading them to the window I came through. I help them through and close the window behind them, locking it. Jimin turns toward me, his face anxious. I have to leave, create a different trail for them to follow. I can hear the doors of the building slam open as I run to a different building.

I jump out a different window, heading for the trees. The voices I can hear inside start to sound familiar, though. Hoseok runs around the side of the building, his eyes focusing in on me. The urge to run away, sprint into the trees and not turn back is strong. He approaches me cautiously, his hands outstretched like I’m some kind of wild animal. I feel like it. I just killed a man. God, I must look crazy.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay,” He says softly, his hands pressing onto my shoulders. I nearly flinch but manage to suppress it,” Come on. Jungkook found Jimin and Taehyung.”

He leads me to the front of the building, where everyone is gathered. Jin is checking over Taehyung and all I can do is stare at my hands, the red painting it nearly sending me over the edge. I can feel my eyes blurring as we come to a stop, a black t-shirt blocking the view. I look up to see Jungkook staring down at me, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly. I shake my head, my whole body starting to shake like a leaf. I think the shock is starting to subside, or maybe it’s just setting in?

“I killed him,” My breath is nothing but a whisper but I can hear the way everyone stops,” He hurt Taehyung so I killed him. He was gonna hurt Jimin. He hurt me.”

“No one’s mad at you, baby. You did a good job,” Jungkook’s hands run through my hair, brushing tears I didn’t realize were falling from my eyes,” What do you need, baby?”

“Yoongi,” The word leaves me as a hiccup, a sob building in my throat. I didn’t plan to say that, but I realize how true it is after I say it. I have so many things to say. I need to apologize, to tell him I didn’t mean it. None of this is his fault.

“I’m here, Kitten. Come here, I’ve got you,” His voice is soft, arms wrapping around me. He doesn’t seem to care about the blood covering me. I just sob into his shirt, letting his comforting scent wrap around me.

For a while, everything is a blur. I didn’t realize we had made it home until Yoongi carries me into the bathroom, my face buried in his neck. He sets me gently on my feet, leaving me leaning against the counter heavily as he turns on the shower.

“You need to clean up kitten. You’re covered in blood,” His words are soft, but he still won’t meet my eyes. He moves as if to leave me alone, but I grab his arm.

“Will you stay with me?” My voice is tiny, may hand shaking on his arm,” You need to clean up too.”

“Are you sure?” He finally looks up to meet my eyes, but I can still see the faint hurt there.

“Yes, please,” I pull him back toward me, my hand sliding up his arm. He smiles faintly.

I help him pull his now blood stained t-shirt over his head. His hands rest at my waist, his eyes seeming to search mine. After a moment, he tugs the shirt over my head. We both work on our own pants and undergarments. Then it’s just us, no barriers between us.

His fingers twine with mine as me pulls me under the stream of warm water from the open air shower. I press a small kiss to his lips, hoping it can help explain what I’m having a hard time putting into words. How do you apologize for hurting someone like that. He just wanted to help me, but I don’t know how to tell him that I was too far gone, too far stuck in my own head.

He’s gentle as he washes me, red swirling down the drain as he makes sure to clean every inch of me. He pays special attention to my hands, pressing small kisses to the palms after he rinses them. I return the favor, paying the same amount of care as I wash him. He’s practically purring under my touch, a gummy smile peaking out at me.

“I’m sorry,” The words are nearly lost to the water as I clean his arms,” I wasn’t mad at you, not really. I was mad at me. If I had known that Taehyung was in that van, I- I don’t know what I would have done but I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I probably shouldn’t have run off, either.”

“I’m not mad at you,” His voice is a gentle thrum in the air,” I just wish you would have trusted us. We just wanted to keep you safe.”

“I know. But safe isn’t what I wanted. I almost left, you know. When Hoseok found me, I was going to run. This probably isn’t over. They’ll want revenge for his death, and I’m the one that killed him. It would be easier if I left, if you all hated me and their attention was focused on finding me. They would leave you alone,” I finish washing his body and let him rinse off as I pour a generous amount of shampoo in my hands, threading my fingers through his hair to massage it in. If he was purring before, the sound multiples as I massage his scalp.

“I was terrified when I realized you were gone. You and Jimin both. I was so scared I would never see you again. That something would happen and we would never know,” His words are murmured, his face buried in my shoulder. His hands rest on my hips, though they shake slightly,” You’re still not bonded with anyone. Even with Jungkook, it’s half complete.”

“I know,” I say softly, tilting him back so I can rinse his hair,” It’s because I wanted to bond with you first.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes opening and staring into mine. Bonding is a very intimate practice. For most hybrids, it happens during sex, but not always. You can bond outside of that too. Yoongi was the first one I felt comfortable with, the first one to put my feelings first. He keeps me safe and makes sure I eat and take care of myself. The love I feel for him feels immense.

“I love you, Yoongi,” The words feel right to say. The shampoo is gone from his hair by this point, but he seems frozen. Then he’s moving, his lips pressing into mine for a sweet kiss.

“I love you too, Kitten,” His smile is nearly blinding,” So much.”

His hand lifts to run across the juncture between my neck and shoulder, his touch soft. His lips press to the skin, a soft sigh leaving me. His tongue feels warm on my skin and then his teeth bite down. I wince for a moment but the pain quickly fades. This bite feels different than Jungkook’s. I won’t call it more intimate, but a feeling of elation runs through me. He pulls away, his tongue laving the skin around the wound. He grins at me.

“Your turn, Kitten. I want your mark right here,” His hand presses to the back of my head, leading me to his own shoulder. I can feel nerves flutter through me but it’s just Yoongi.

My nose brushes along his shoulder, looking for just the right spot. My lips press to the spot, tasting his skin for a moment. I can feel my teeth adjusting, ready to place my bite. As my teeth sink in, I can feel Yoongi stiffen against me, a whimper leaving him. Like he did, I clean the wound with my tongue before pulling away. He pulls my lips to his in a searing kiss, our naked chests pressed together. He presses a few smaller kisses to my lips before finally pulling away.

“Thank you,” He reaches behind me to turn off the water. I’m not sure when we switched positions. He helps me dry off and I return the favor. He even lets me brush his hair, running my fingers through it to style it the way I want it. He dresses me in one of the shirts I stole from him while he changes into shorts he left in my room.

My sleep that night is content, wrapped in Yoongi’s arms and enjoying the intimate feeling it leaves in my chest. If his presence was comforting before, it’s like it’s increased tenfold. His scent has also become sweeter, a clear happiness contained within it.

As per usual, when sleeping with Yoongi, I wake up before him. I slip from his arms, though he grumbles at me, and skip down the stairs to make him a cup of coffee. I make sure to put it in his special coffee mug. As I set it on the counter, preparing to grab a second one to make myself a cup of milk, arms wrap around me from behind. A hand comes up to cover half my face, suppressing the scream that was crawling up my throat.

“You didn’t think you’d get away that easy, did you?” The voice is low, and my feet are no longer on the floor. I kick my feet, scrambling for some kind of purchase to keep me here. The hand on my face is covered in a thick leather glove and it feels like he’s almost cracking my jaw.

He carries me from my home toward the pool house. Maybe he’s planning to use it to hide. I don’t know what inspires me to do it, but my brain just keeps chanting Yoongi’s name over and over again. I don’t know a lot about bonds, but maybe he can hear me. He slips into the pool house, throwing me onto the floor and pushing some junk in front of the door.

“Where are you?” It takes me a moment to realize that the voice is not out loud, but in my own head.

“Pool House. He’s blocked the door,” I scramble back, searing for some kind of weapon. The pain hits before I can process.

I didn’t notice him remove his belt, but I can feel the sting of it hitting my skin. A yelp leaves me. The first one doesn’t hurt that bad, it just shocks me. The second one hurts much more. I don’t have time to react, other than to raise my arms to cover my face. Some of the hits draw blood.

“Which one killed him?” His voice is a growl. My eyes widen.

“I did,” My voice comes out weaker than intended. The blows grow stronger, the lashes deeper.

“Which! One!” His voice is louder, angrier. Before the belt can land again, the door is shoved open and then he’s gone.

The pain is overwhelming. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to breath. I’ve been whipped before, but this might be the worst one. He wanted to hurt me, to torture me. Then Yoongi is there, his eyes wide and terrified. Though he lifts me gently, I can’t help the startled cry that leaves me.

“Oh god, baby. It’s gonna be okay. Please be okay,” His words are pleading and I can feel them nestle in my soul.

“It hurts, Yoongi,” I whimper.

“I know baby. Jin is gonna make it better,” His lips press to my forehead.

“Jungkook, grab my first aide kit. Namjoon, clear off the table. Hoseok, grab two sheets,” Jin’s instructions are hurried as he pulls chairs from around the table. I feel like I’m watching from far away, and it’s hard to focus.

Hoseok throws a sheet over the table and then Yoongi is laying me on it. It’s hard to focus and I feel like I’m fading in and out. For a moment, I’m unaware of anything. Then there’s a stinging pain on one of my wounds. He must be cleaning them. Then I’m gone again. When I come too again, I’m hazy. There’s a sharp pain and a dragging sensation.

“Just rest, baby. You’re gonna be okay,” Yoongi’s voice is gentle and I realize that someone is holding my hand. I can see tear stained eyes and I realize that they belong to Jimin. I want to ask where Taehyung is, if he’s okay, but I can’t find the words. Then, everything is dark again.

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[choiwonder]

♯ HWANG HYUNJIN

synopsis: drowning in the despair of your own heartbreak, he comes in to distract you from it all.

warnings: this is kinda a meet cute??? idk, fluff!!! strangers to lovers, tiny bit (VERY TINY) suggestive, mentions of recent heartbreak, i imagined this hyunjin while writing this. happy birthday hyunnie!

you sat alone, reminiscing under the dimmed lights of the breakup between you and your boyfriend mere hours ago. although he was a self entitled asshole, what better way to wallow over your wasted years at a bar, pathetically swishing your now watered-down drink?

you drown in self pity, ignoring the bell that rings, indicating another individual has entered the calming space. his footsteps are light yet his heeled shoes still click against the ground.

eyes are immediately drawn to him, whispers of laughter describing how gorgeous or handsome he is circle around.

noticing you all alone on a stool, you freeze at the hand that squeezes your shoulder, “you got here first,” he says and you’re forced to meet eyes with this stranger, initially ready to tell him off until you actually made eye contact.

he’s a million things at once; whether it be gorgeous, handsome, pretty, ethereal. he was…. stunning. all you could do is blink, observing his tousled black hair and his eyes that curiously sparkled at your silence.

“um, who… are you?”

“aren’t you yeonjin?”

“no…” you shake your head with a small laugh, “my name is y/n.”

it’s his turn to blink, processing what you've just said. his eyebrows furrow a bit, “y/n…?” you nod, assuring his confusion, “oh, i guess i mistook you for someone else. sorry,” he raises a hand in condolence but you shake your head.

“it’s fine.”

he smiles, removing himself from the stool beside you, immediately grabbing for his phone as he makes his way out.

now, though it’s difficult to imagine, for some reason… the moment you met eyes… your moment of self pity that basically ruined your whole night… melted away.

surprisingly, mere moments later, he takes place beside you again, “can i sit here?”

“you’re already sitting.”

he smiles at your comment, making himself comfortable, “are you with someone?”

“no… but aren’t you planning to meet someone? you said you mistook me for someone else.”

“i canceled on her,” he answers quickly.

you tilt your head in a questioning manner, “why?”

“i just thought… i didn’t need to meet her…” his eyes longingly observe your features. taking in your reaction to his comment. cute. he thinks, seeing as how your lips lift and eyes avert back to your drink out of shyness. it’s cute how you play with your straw to distract yourself from the feeling that swarms your stomach. it’s cute how you look back at him with lights surrounding your irises, listening intently as he introduces himself and prompts for a game of darts.

hwang hyunjin. a man that was shaped up beyond your deepest desires and fantasies. his every facial feature was carved to perfection and you instantly knew this man was dangerous for you.

you knew going down this path only hours after a breakup would be terrible, so why did you say yes to playing darts? why were you listening to his every word as he converses with you? why did you find yourself wanting to stay with him the whole night?

just like before you ignore all the red flags, seemingly more focused on how fit hyunjin was. with a coat covering most of his stature, the game of darts forced him to remove the various layers of his outfit. yet you could only focus on the miniature flower tattoo revealed upon him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

you blink out of your trance, returning back to the reality of your terrible way of playing this game whilst hyunjin gained numerous points. you throw another dart, huffing as it doesn’t even stick to the floor and lands on the ground.

hyunjin chuckles, grabbing the ones from off the floor and board, “the loser grants the winner a wish. remember?” he teases, raising a brow, aiming for the board upon his turn and easily hitting the middle point.

“i’ve been conned,” you whine, “why is it so hard?”

his smile remains, body taking slow steps towards you, “because you haven’t done it often. if you keep practicing you’ll eventually get the hang of it,” he’s behind you, grabbing for your wrist that holds a dart. as he aids in your aim, his other hand grips your shoulder, chest pressed against your back to straighten your posture and face close to your own.

you could only hope he doesn’t sense the way your heart beats and realize how clammy your hands have gotten, “it doesn’t matter where it hits,” he whispers, breath hitting your lobe, “just try to get it near the middle. it’s easy.”

you hum, throwing the dart by his instruction, squealing and grinning from ear to ear when you actually manage to hit the board; it was a few meager points but it was still exciting. hyunjin lifts his hand in congratulations, smiling when you enthusiastically slap your hands against his multiple times whilst jumping up and down.

“that’s surprising.”

your brows lift, slowly reeling back from your claps of congrats to yourself, “what do you mean?”

smirking like how he had done most of the night, hyunjin reaches to tap your cheek, “well… you look a bit different when you smile.”

you gently touch your cheek, embarrassed from the tingling feeling coursing through your veins, “what are you talking about?” you mumble, looking anywhere else but him. it was your turn again and you followed just what he had taught you, only to miserably fail as the dart hit the ground for the umpteenth time.

“i won,” hyunjin boasts, collecting the equipment from the floor, board and your hand.

you roll your eyes but still smiled widely nonetheless, “of course you did.” with the way you were playing he was bound to win regardless unless he was equally as bad.

“you seem happy for a loser,” he smirks, taking steps towards you.

“well… it was fun...”

he nods, “right? it’s fun to be with you, y/n…”

he was bad for you. you knew he was. to feel so connected to someone whilst dealing with a heartbreak wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t reject him. you continued to say yes, heading back to the bar as you prepared for your punishment.

you’re not sure why but for hyunjin’s punishment he was drawing something on your right arm. your eyes look at the flower tattoo on his left arm, fingers itching to outline the beautiful piece of inked art.

“do you like it?”

you raise your head at his inquisition, nodding with a small smile, “it’s pretty… why did you get a flower?”

“i like…” hyunjin focuses back on you, “pretty things…”

you both share a smile, averting your eyes back to the drawing he was done with.

he leans back, allowing you to see what he’s done. your thumb lightly grazes over the drawing, your smile widening when realizing it was a flower similar to his, “it’s cute…is this really your wish? this is pretty simple.”

“then should i… make another wish?” his smile of innocence turns into a sly one as you look back up at him. your eyes sparkle in curiosity but begin to understand everything when hyunjin leans in and his eyes drop to your lips. he’s so close and all you can do is think about whether you should go through with this or not. you liked everything about him but wasn’t he making moves too fast? ever since your breakup, your view on wanting to be with someone has drastically changed.

as his lips nearly met yours, you gently press a hand to his chest, afraid to look at him. this has happened before. they’ll get mad, tell you off and make you feel like shit… but… that isn’t what he did. instead, hyunjin laughs — he genuinely laughs, cupping your cheek in a playful manner before leaning back and resting his own in the palm of his hand.

“i won’t do anything if you don’t want me to…”

you feel your heart beat against your chest in a way you don’t understand and couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling that bubbled, “this is silly…”

hyunjin doesn’t question what you mean, simply happy that you’re not dwelling on your ex and just smiling. he stands from the stool, body closer to you than from before. his hand touches your own and moves up your arm to trace the outline of the flower drawing, “do you want to go see my paintings?”

“…where?” you ask, already knowing the answer to the question but felt the need to hear the words come from his mouth.

“at my place,” he grins, gently squeezing your arm with slight desperation in hopes you’ll say yes.

naturally, you felt worried about what could happen but you trusted yourself and sighed thinking carefully about your decision. hyunjin leaves his hand out, offering for you to take it as a way to accept his suggestion.

with minor hesitance, you place your palm atop his, “…okay…”

hyunjin smiles in relief, holding your hand a little bit more tightly and using his free hand to tap the tip of your nose. you step off the stool following him out the bar and quietly walk together hand in hand.

who knew you’d luck out with hwang hyunjin?

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#skz fluff #skz drabble #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin x reader

[urscruely]

— i’m a creep?

I. pairing: ellie williams x reader

II. warning(s): homophobia, cussing

III. word count: 569

IV. content: reader fawns over ellie and seth has something to say about it

V. song: creep - radiohead

Ellie Williams, the definition of an angel. Soft as a feather, she has a beautiful soul. The sun shines brighter when she's around, my heart bangs against my chest when I see her smile. The times she made me feel safe just by being in my presence. But we’re just friends, right?

Ellie grabs her guitar and places it on her lap while she sits across from me on the bed. We finally have time together alone, with the nonstop patrolling and looting, we haven't had time to relax or even see each other. “Okay, so what do you want me to play?” She asks and leans back on the headboard to get comfortable. 

“I really don’t know any songs,” I replied.

”Pick any song from there,” she points at a crate full of records, CD’s, and tapes. I hop off the bed and walk over to the overflown crate, sitting right beside it as I do so. I begin to rummage through her collection with songs older than us combined. Finally, I pulled out two records. 

“I can't decide, which one do you want to play?” I asked as I held them out in front of her. 

“This one is one of my favorites,” She points to the record titled “All I Want”. Ellie adjusted her guitar and looked down as she began to play the song. “When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside,” She sang softly, as I watched her hands strumming on the strings of her guitar.

I shift on the cushioned bar stool trying to get comfortable all while watching her. Well, her and Dina. They’re smiling. Laughing. Happy. Doing things that I’m not. I wallow in my own self-pity and jealousy. Why is she so fucking special? Honestly... what the hell am I even doing here? I turn in my seat ready to get up and leave but a slurred voice stops me.

“What are you staring at? Fucking creep. ”Seth, the owner of the voice steps closer. “I know what you are,” he chuckles. “You're one of them, a freak! Get the hell out of here, you don't belong in Jackson.” He finally finished. It’s dead silent, only the music in the background accompanied his voice. All eyes are on me. Not that I'm looking, I don't want to, I don't need to, I can feel it. I then lock eyes with her. And I began to run, run, and run. I ran out the door, not looking back. I didn’t make it that far, especially with the tears blurring my vision. I sit on the gravel that laid on top of the alley right beside the bar I just stormed out of. But just moments, minutes, hell even hours later is what it felt like, I feel a soft hand on my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She- Ellie, crouched down to my level. I didn't respond, I just kept on crying. “Shit, that was a dumb question. Listen, ignore him, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”

“No. He’s right,” I wipe my face dry and she sat right next to me.

“No. He's not. You're not a creep and you're definitely not a freak. You're perfect just the way you are.” She pulled me into her arms, and we sat there. In each other's comfort and silence, no words spoken, staring into the nothingness. 

a/n: ending is rushed bc i literally suck at romance lamo :l ANYWAYS give constructive feedback

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #oneshots

[titlemewickedwonderland]

The Manager (Ghost fic) Chapter 3

Summary: The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

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Chapter 2

"How's work?" the phone was cold against the side of her face as she scribbled down some more notes in her journal and scanned the papers in front of her.

"I'm currently in an investigation of a child kidnapper. It's been pretty tough." Braydon, her husband's voice came from the other end of the line; he sounded tired and distracted meaning he was probably working late again tonight at the station pouring over files.

"A missing child? Shit. How's that going? Any leads?" Ari asked sitting back against the couch.

"Not really, it's a cold dead end right now. How's....how's stuff over there?" well, at least he was trying to make conversation. That was something.

Ari knew Braydon wasn't keen on her staying at the Abbey for her job but why did it matter when they hardly saw each other because of work anyways? She often slept in bed alone most nights of the week and he was gone in the morning before she woke if he did make it back home late in the morning.

"It's going good. These books though are atrocious. Whoever was the manager before me was absolutely shit and stole some money. I'm actually working right now to finish up some details for their next tour. We're leaving in a few days."

"We?" his voice came a little sharper on the other end and Ari winced a bit as she tried to keep her voice calm.

"Yes, we. Braydon. You knew when I took this job that it meant I was working with them...on tour as much as here at the Abbey. I'll be going with them in a few days for their tour and will be gone for the next two months." she explained slowly.

"Two months?!" she pulled the phone from her ear at his raised voice and blew out a breath.

"Yep, but I'm planning on coming back home to visit you before we go in a few days...are you free for us to have dinner or something before then?" she asked; it was silly to be asking her own husband as if she was asking if he was free for a date when she was married to him but she'd realized not long into the marriage how much that man was married more to his work than her at this point.

"I can't Ariel. I have this little boy to find. I can't just drop everything to go have dinner. Time's ticking." Braydon replied in that usual voice Ari knew as disapproval.

"Right...I-I know that. Well, I mean. I suppose I can call you in my free time while I'm on tour to check in and see-"

"Hey, I got to go. I have to go talk to someone about this case real quick." Braydon didn't even say goodbye or let her finish before the line went dead on the other end and Ari was left staring at her phone.

"Right..." she muttered and locked her phone with a heavy sigh as she rubbed her face in exhaustion.

It wasn't that she was physically tired or even mentally tired from work. She was more exhausted from walking around eggshells in her marriage; that bone tiredness that only came when you know something just isn't going right.

Ever since she started her job here at the Abbey a few weeks ago she felt as if her husband wanted nothing to do with her anymore - it wasn't from the lack of trying on her part at least. Braydon was just...busy. But she knew she couldn't keep living like this if she wanted this marriage to work. What did he expect her to do? Drop everything and stay at home? Of course not! She wasn't that kind of woman. She had ambitions and goals of her own and she'd made that perfectly clear when they had started dating; he even supported her...until he got the position he wanted and everything slowly just started falling apart.

The door began to open suddenly, so quietly she didn't even hear it; too busy wallowing in her own self-pity and her disaster of a marriage. It wasn't until a mug was placed on the table in front of her that she looked up.

"Oh, Dew." she forced a smile on her face. "I'm sorry, did you need anything?" she asked looking up at the male who stood so silent and still in front of her just staring down at her.

He didn't wear his mask even when he had on his usual uniform and his skin was that familiar gray tone of his true skin beneath the glamor. His long hair was piled on top of his head and his two small white horns jutted from his forehead as he tipped his head down to look at her.

The room was dark, Copia having gone to bed many hours ago and only a single lamp light in the corner giving her light to work on her papers in preparation for the tour in a few days. But she wasn't expecting visitors let alone Dew of all people who could have found her. Despite working and building relationships with the ghouls over the last few weeks Dewdrop had always kept himself at arm's length. He never sought her out until now it seemed.

"No, you just look like shit."

Ari let out a little bit of a laugh that ended in a sigh as she swiped at her long hair left unbound around her face. "Geez, Dewdrop. You are so sweet. Thanks." she replied rolling her eyes a bit.

The fire ghoul didn't say anything as he nudged the leg of the table with a boot; making it move half an inch in her direction and her eyes fell to the mug of hot cocoa in front of her seeming to realize for the first time that it was actually sitting there.

"Oh...thank you." Her gratitude was a little more genuine as she reached out and wrapped her hands around the warm mug and brought it to her lips.

"You looked like you needed a break...who were you talking to earlier to make you look like that?" the male asked as he scanned the room pretending as if he hadn't heard the conversation; Ari knew better though, with his inhuman hearing as a ghoul he would have been able to pick up both sides of the conversation even behind the door in the hallway.

"My husband." Ari sighed staring down at the papers in front of her without looking seeing what was written on them.

"He sounds like a dick."

her lips tipped up a bit at the corners and she shrugged. "He's just busy. Seems to be all the time now but you know that's the life of a detective, I guess." she replied taking a sip of the chocolate goodness in her cup.

"Too busy to not go out to dinner before his wife leaves for two months? No, that's not busy, sweetcheeks that's full-on douch mode right there." Dewdrop snorted crossing his arms before seeming to think something over and he outstretched a hand towards her.

"Come on."

Ari frowned looking at his offered hand; slender and gray-skinned with dark-tipped claw-like nails. It didn't frighten her, she'd gotten over her shock of seeing them weeks ago but it was the offer of contact that was unlike Dewdrop to offer her. Still, she would take the offered branch of peace as she reached out to slip her hand in his and rose to her feet.

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously as he led her by the hand into the darkened corridors beyond Copia's office.

"Give you a break." was his simple reply.

He led her dark hallways in the familiar path toward the rehearsal room. He let her in first before slipping in behind her and closing the door a bit behind them before marching her towards the stage where a few stools were still out on the stage front.

"What are we doing here Dew?" she laughed a bit as he sat her down on one of the stools before disappearing to grab something.

He returned with his white guitar and sat down beside her. "Giving you a break." he replied insistently as if that would explain her confusion.

He placed the guitar in his lap and began to tune it with daft skilled fingers; despite his claws, he was still very good at handling the musical instrument. It wasn't as if Ari hadn't watched him or the others do the exact same thing before with their instruments while doing practice but it felt a little different tonight. In a room alone with the most notorious grump of the ghouls, Ari found that she actually didn't feel uneasy as she should have been.

When at last he was done he played a few chords seamlessly and Ari found herself entranced as she watched his fingers work over the neck of the guitar. She only raised her eyes when Dewdrop stopped playing and handed it to her.

"Dew, you know I can't play to save my life!" she protested holding her hands up defensively.

"That's why I gave you the pick, idiot." Dewdrop replied "You still got it?" he added

"Yeh, of course, I do!" she held her wrist out to show the bracelet wrapped around her wrist.

"Well damn." Dewdrop grabbed her arm to bring it closer as he examined the band.

It was made from leather, entwined in a braided fashion but in the center of the bracelet held a guitar pick-shaped metal piece that looked an awful lot like a locket. Ari smiled as she reached over with her free hand and clicked it open carefully to reveal inside was the pick Dew had gifted to her snug inside safe and sound.

"Well, I be." he muttered in what seemed like amazement.

"I didn't want to lose it but didn't want to carry it around with me in my pocket in case I lost it that way or it got lost in the washer machine. I'm terrible at emptying my pockets so instead of making it into a necklace and ruining it I asked Mountain to help me. He made me the leather bracelet to put the pick in so I always had it with me." she explained.

That actually got a little grin from the fire ghoul and Ari couldn't help but smile back at the sight; it was rare to see such a genuine smile coming from him where she was in regard. She gently slipped the pick from its holder and dropped her arm; holding it up at him to show him it was exactly the same he had given her.

"Now...I don't know how the hell to use this thing. It looks easy when you guys do it." she laughed a bit and Dew snorted.

"It's not that hard; just takes practice. C'mere. Let me show you." he rose and shifted side her as she adjusted the guitar into her lap.

She could feel the hellish heat coming off of his body as he bent over her and placed her hands in the proper position. A few strands of his long hair came out of his messy bun and tickled the back of her neck as he showed her how to hold the instrument.

"Just place your fingers here and strum the strings here with the pick while pressing down on the ones up here," he explained softly as he wrapped his fingers around hers to adjust them and pressed down on the metal strings before strumming the guitar; filling the room with the sounds of the chords and actually startling her a bit.

She had been so busy looking at him from the corner of her eye that she wasn't aware of what he was really talking about; he seemed to notice as his lips tipped up into a smirk when he caught her sheepish look when she realized she got caught staring at him.

"Sorry, just..." Ari pressed her lips tightly together and looked down at the guitar as Dewdrop moved back to his seat.

"But what?"

"I suppose it's just...I wasn't expecting this side of you. You always seemed just out of reach. And I guess I don't blame you. Being dumped with a stranger and all it isn't easy to trust people who aren't in your immediate circle like your pack." Ari confessed.

The fire ghoul leaned back in his chair and stared at her with a thoughtful expression. "I get it. If it makes you feel better thinking about it...I wasn't expected you to be this cool of a person. You're easy to get along with; that's obvious. Not a lot of strangers would come into a Satanic church and come face to face with creatures from hell and be so chill about it."

The woman shrugged biting at the side of her cheek. "I'm not a religious person, to be honest. But working here certainly has changed my view on things; whether heaven and hell exist is still something to think about but...I do know there are things out there that aren't human - you guys are living proof of that." she replied wih a small shrug.

"When I first talked to Copia about you guys during our little chats before I took the job I thought the whole Satan and ghoul thing was just a front...like stage lore I suppose, but I don't think I've ever been so glad to be proven wrong." she laughed a bit as she set the guitar down gently.

"Well, we're glad you are here." Dew finally replied after a long silence.

"Me too." Ari smiled to herself before checking her phone. "Shit, I should probably get back to the office and pack up my things. I still have a few things to get done before I call it a night." she rose

"Thank you for this experience Dew." she gave him a warm smile before turning to leave; she paused though when she heard Dewdrop speak up behind her.

"You know, happiness doesn't mean having to sacrifice yourself all the time; especially for someone who doesn't deserve your precious time."

She blinked staring at the door for a long moment as she mulled over his words; he wasn't talking about their time spent together, she knew that even as she turned around to look at him.

"You aren't talking about you are you Dew?" her smile was a little forced as she tried to joke.

But Dewdrop's face was serious as his golden gaze scanned her features and the way her body seemed to be wired tense.

"He doesn't deserve you Ari. You deserve so much better than what he has to offer you, and that's not a lot he can offer you. You're better off without him."

"Are you saying that out of experience?" she raised a brow as she watched him idly fiddle with his guitar.

"I'm just saying." he shrugged but she knew there was more he wanted to say but wouldn't, not yet anyway.

"I know Dewdrop...But I have nowhere else to go." she finally let out a sigh.

"You're an idiot for giving up your life for him woman. And you do have somewhere to go if you left him, you know. You got us know. The ghouls and me, Copia...We wouldn't be mad if you decided to stay here officially." the comment came easily enough but the meaning behind it as she watched him almost shyly fiddle with his guitar avoiding her eyes made her realize this was his way of telling her she was part of their little ragtag group now. That he'd accepted her already.

It warmed her heart a little bit so she couldn't help but smirk playfully and take a step towards him as she tried to seek out his gaze. "Are you telling me you want me to stay Dewdrop? I thought I was just a stranger."

"Idiot. Just...get out, go to bed or whatever," he grumbled stubbornly but even from that door she could see the tinge of a blush darken his features and she laughed under her breath.

"Thank you Dewdrop. For tonight." she told him sincerely before she turned and headed out of the room.

~

Chapter 4

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kinktober day 7

Title: Heart On A Silver Platter (3804 words) Pairing: astarion/dark urge tav Warnings: nsfw, biting, ascended vampire lord astarion, dark urges, angst A/N: used a wip to fulfill this. essentially the turning scene after astarion ascends. kinks of the day: teratophilia, hair pulling, scent kink

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Karlach pulls Sarnarei to the side, her brows lowered. Something isn't right. Something hasn't been right since she accepted Bhaal's gift. She's been ignoring that feeling that something is wrong ever since they left the tribunal. Sarnarei isn't her little soldier anymore, there's something sinister growing in her heart. Letting Astarion ascend confirmed it. He flaunts around the inn, holding his head a bit higher, looking down his nose at everyone.

"Don't take too long with her, Karlach. I must speak with my dearest pet." He purrs as he goes to his side of the room. The taller tiefling bristles as she squeezes Sarnarei's hand. She's probably too late for this conversation, too late to persuade her that Sarnarei doesn't have to bend to the will of power, the will of murder.

Sarnarei blushes as she glances over at Astarion letting Karlach take her to a more private area. The rooftop is serene, the smell of fresh flowers fills the air, the smell of food mixing with it. She grimaces. Their first date was up here. Gods, it felt like eons ago. What happened to the woman she fell for?

"Are you feeling alright, Sarnarei? Because things have been odd." Karlach chooses her words carefully, not wanting to upset her.

"Odd?" Sarnarei asks, sitting down on the bench, and patting the space next to her. Karlach stands. "Why the fuck did you let Astarion ascend? You knew what that meant, what it would do to him." Her voice cracks as she tries to keep her anger from bubbling out.

Sarnarei's eyes lower as she looks away. "I... We need him stronger." Her tone is different, scary. It chills her bones. The Urge. "He was weak, pathetic. Needing me to save him all the time. I couldn't be his hero. He needs to be his own."

"He was strong just the way he was, soldier. You were giving him that chance," Karlach flares her nostrils, flames growing in her heart.

"He needed a push so I pushed him. Just like Gortash saw you needed a push, so he pushed you." She sees red at the mention of that man, her tormentor. "He told me all about you, but I forgot thanks to Orin. You're so much stronger than you were, my love."

Karlach stops herself from strangling her, punching the stucco wall. "Did you sleep with him?" Karlach manages to ask, needing the confirmation.

Sarnarei hesitates, snapping out of whatever trance she's in. "Sleep with who?" Her voice is normal, the demonic look on her face gone. Karlach closes her eyes, unable to speak, the next words she has ready are the worst ones she can think of.

"I need to be alone, soldier. For a while." She slams the door, the wall rattling. Sarnarei rubs her head, her headache pounding. The Urges are only getting stronger, she notes as she finally leaves the roof, returning to their room.

Karlach doesn't look at her when she arrives and her heart sinks. Wyll is by her side and he sees his lips moving, but can't hear him. She's unable to wallow in her self-pity as the subject of their conversation approaches.

"Aww, trouble in paradise? Not for long I hope. I have plans for you and we can include Karlach as your cute little watchdog if you would like." Sarnarei's brows furrow as she opens her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but once her eyes meet Astarion's she's charmed.

She laughs softly, rolling her eyes. "I only want to spend time with you, my love." She feels her mouth say, her own will coming through as she adds, "Leave Karlach out of this."

Astarion chuckles, "Of course you want me. I am irresistible and strong. Stronger than I have ever been. And it's all thanks to you, my beautiful consort." Sarnarei glances up at him confused, but lets him speak. "I never imagined I would have such power, but you showed me the way. Imagine what we could do together. The world will tremble at our feet. I only wish to share it with you, my dearest Sarnarei." She looks away, worry rising in her heart. "I could give you the greatest gift. The gift of immortality, makes you the most perfect spawn, no, the most perfect wife." His words are so sickeningly sweet, but she feels so entranced.

"There will be no better love than us together. That's what you want? To be mine forever?" His hands rest on her waist, bringing her closer. He doesn't wait for her answer, his mouth pressing soft kisses on her neck, tempted to bite her. He restrains himself as she rests her hands on his shoulders, sucking on her taut neck. She moans softly as his hands cup her ass in her teal dress. "I promise no harm will ever come your way, well as much as I can with these tadpoles in our head." He adds when she doesn't say anything, her mind is too focused on his touches and kisses.

"Yes..." She says finally, her heart thrumming in her chest. He'd miss hearing how excited he makes her, but the feeling subsides with excitement. His first spawn as Vampire Ascendant, his forever.

He smiles as he pulls away, "Good girl... We should go celebrate your last warm night. But don't worry, there will be more times later." He tosses his head back as he laughs, "I cannot wait to sequester you in my palace and ravish your body for decades." Would he get bored? She wonders as he pulls her closer, feeling his hard cock against her thigh. Maybe not. She guesses as he leads her away to the private room. 

Sarnarei is more nervous than she ever has been with him. Even her first time, her heart's never pumped so quickly. She tries to make it slow down, try to make it not so obvious but he has ears, he knows. He smiles as he reaches behind her, unhooking her dress. She bites her lip as she feels the dress loosen, goosebumps traveling across her skin from the air and his cold touch. She's hyperaware of his temperature, of everything. His hands move to her front, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

"You'll be perfect forever. How lucky for you." Astarion purrs, gently twisting her brown buttons. She gasps as her brows furrow. "When you are my spawn, you'll also be mine. My consort, my heart." The dress falls to her feet and she feels so exposed. He leans down, brushing his lips against her neck. Her hands rest on the bed behind her, feeling weak as he continues to massage her breasts. "Tell me what you want me to do and I shall make it so." Astarion commands, his hands sliding down her torso, over her bone spikes on her ribs until his hands stay idle on her waist. His red eyes stare into hers, their noses brushing against each other. To have him...

Her morality slips through as she rests her hands on either side of his face. "Are you happy?"

Astarion flares his nostrils as he pulls her closer, taking her mouth with his roughly. Her gasp is muffled by the kiss as he picks her up, guiding her on the bed. "Very. The happiest I've ever been. I'll be even happier when we rule the world, together." His voice is almost a growl as he peppers kisses down her neck. His mouth wraps around her nipple, his tongue lapping at the sensitive bud before he goes to the other. She wants to ask more, doubting her decision, all those lives lost, but what could she do now?

He senses her doubts as he holds himself above her, "Do not worry, my dearest pet. I'm so much better now that I've ascended. You will soon see." He slips two fingers between her thighs, rubbing her clit as he watches her reaction. She curses as she looks away, her legs wrapping around his waist. He doesn't say anything now as she moans. She glances at him from her lashes, his stare intense and the least sexy. She freezes, feeling more like prey than a lover. He doesn't seem to notice or care as he dips his fingers inside of her, smiling as she squirms. She looks past him, up at the ceiling as her hips rock with him.

He leans down as he continues to pump her, pressing his lips against her neck, going up to her earlobe, and sucking on the dangling skin. "I will break you down until you are mine completely, love." The words cause her to shiver, her hands going to his arm as she tries to stop him. He removes his hand, stands up, and removes his clothes. She watches him, digging her nails into her palms. The Urges stay on edge, teetering between letting Astarion do what he would like and ending him. Vampires even Vampire Ascendants are all the same right? She shakes away the urges as he climbs on top of her, kissing her passionately, his cock half-hard on her stomach.

"Please me." Astarion demands as he gets on his back, grabbing her hair when she moves too slowly. She grimaces, holding on to his hand as he pushes his cock towards her face. "Say please." Sarnarei says back, trying to make her tone teasing. He's vulnerable and you can do it with your bare hands...

She closes her eyes as she wraps her hand around him, waiting for him to show some sort of remorse for being rougher than he has been. He rolls his eyes as he loosens his grip slightly. "Of course. Please, darling. Please me," Astarion retorts, sarcasm dripping from his words.

She strokes him, deciding not to give much of an effort. Karlach is right, and she should stop him before he turns her... Imagine how strong you will be as a vampire.

She opens her mouth letting him use it as he sees fit, his hands going to her curved horns. He uses them as a guide as he fucks her mouth hard, moaning as he hears her gag around his thick shaft. She closes her eyes as she squirms, her tongue swiping up and down against his thrusts. She couldn't lie to herself. She does like being used like this, hearing his lusty grunts, the wetness that seeps between her thighs. Plus he said he loves her. He does love her, right?

She pushes back the intrusive thoughts as he drags her up, his pupils blown. He holds her cheeks between his fingers, forcing her mouth to stay open, her tiefling fangs exposed. "Such a perfect mouth from such a good girl. Only I will get to use this, promise me." She nods, his grip on her face painful. He lets go, pushing her back on the bed.

"What else belongs to me?" He asks, slapping his cock on her pelvis. She moans, her brows furrowing together as he does it again.

"What does?" She asks, coyly, watching as he rubs himself against the ridges on her pelvic bone.

"Your sweet cunt belongs to me. Your womb belongs to me. Your pleasure. All of it will be mine." He states before thrusting inside of her. Sarnarei rests back against the bed, moaning his name. "Say it." His hand rests on her chest and throat as his strokes are slow, and deliberate, grinding his hips once he's fully sheathed.

She can barely think of her name, let alone what he just said. His grip around her neck tightens as he waits for her to repeat him. Her nostrils flare, all the nerve endings awakening as he continues this slow pattern.

"I-I-I belong to you." She whimpers, hoping that he will speed up, her aching hole desperately needs more. He laughs to himself as he does, pounding her into the soft bed. Her little yelps and moans are music to his ears as he leans down, turning her head away from him, and kissing her neck. She knows he wants to bite her now, but he stops himself. He's done it before plenty, but this would be different, so much more different.

"Say that you're mine." He growls in her ear, his cock nestling so deep. She closes her eyes tighter, baring her teeth as she endures the hard thrusts. His nose presses against her skin as he inhales sharply. Her arms wrap around his neck as she arches her back, her hips pressing down on the bed.

"I'm yours!" She cries, the sound of their skin meeting and the bed creaking filling the room. Gods above! He leans back momentarily, his hands firm under her knees as he takes glee in watching himself slide in and out of her warm and wet hole.

"'Till Death Do Us Part?" His voice is steady as Sarnarei can barely keep up, as soon as he's in, he's thrusting out.

She nods quickly, her eyes rolling back. Her tail caresses the back of his thigh, the tip under the crease of his firm ass. "My consort... I can smell how close you are. How much you need me." He rolls his neck as he lets out a low moan, pressing his hips against hers. "So sweet on my nose... You're so beautiful." He moans, leaning back down as she clenches around his invading member.

"I'm so close." She manages to say, his nose running against her neck and up behind her ear. He purrs as he takes another sharp inhale. "You must ask like the most obedient lover you are," Astarion replies, kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her brown skin.

She tenses under his body, her toes curling up. Her tail smacks his ass, possibly on accident, as her mouth dries. How could she speak when he's driving her on the brink of insanity? "Please, please!" It's all she can say, her hands move to his chest, trying to get him to slow down before she explodes. She feels like a ticking time bomb as he keeps her legs up, the angle exposing himself even deeper, finding the spot with the most pressure built up behind it.

"Please what?" He whispers in her ear, grinding his hips against hers, his tip being squeezed by her overwhelmed walls. "Astarion..." She whines, her nails starting to dig into his collarbones.

"Call me Lord Ancunin, my sweet." She makes a face. It's a mouthful when all she wants to do is come undone around his cock. "Lord Aaancuninnnn." She drags out his name as she tosses her head back needing him carnally. "Please let your beautiful consort cum!"

His smile is sharp, his fangs on full display. "Oh, you are so sweet. You may." She melts at the permission, her legs trembling as he picks up his pace, watching as she can barely hold herself together, the way her breasts bounce with each thrust.

"Th-th-thank you milord!" She cries out as shivers run down her spine and goosebumps awaken on her scalp. She keeps her eyes closed, panting loudly trying to catch her breath. He slows for a moment, letting go of her legs as he leans back down, peppering her sweaty skin with kisses up and down her neck and collarbones.

"You're going to be so much fun, my treasure." He whispers, before pulling out. "On your knees." Her mind processes his request, but she's mesmerized, watching as he strokes himself, watching her. She swallows hard as she obeys, her legs barely cooperating as the aftershocks try to take hold.

Astarion smiles as he brings her ass back to him, her body tensing as he easily stretches her again. He grips her tail, holding it as leverage, watching as she cries out. "Astari-" She buries her face into the covers, her words turning into soup as her eyes roll back. Her ass reverberates back against his thrusts, his cock assailing her hole, demanding her to give in to his pleasure. She closes her eyes tight as her hips bounce against him and the bed, the sound sending shockwaves throughout her sweet body.

"Please, please!" Her voice is strained as she lifts her head, the tip of her tail tensing as his grip on her tail tightens. "Gods, I want to fill you with my seed, make you my sweet darling." He moans, his orgasm not too far off.

"Use me, milord. I want just want to please!" She cries out, feeling so intoxicated from his love. Imagine all the pleasure they would amass in the centuries to come. The idea pushes her back to the edge.

"I want to come with you!" She adds, gripping the covers tight in her fists. "Such a good girl..." Astarion purrs, his other hand resting on her waist. He doesn't let up, his groans more pronounced as he pounds into her. "And I shall give you what you want." She lets out a satisfied moan, waiting to feel him finish inside of her, a break in sight.

He grinds his hips against her ass, letting go of her tail and instead, gripping her curved horns to make her come back hard against him. She cries out as her head is pulled back, the hot emission filling her almost instantly as Astarion shudders. "Sarnarei, my love." He moans, pulling himself out after a moment. She smiles, figuring it's over. He rubs his messy cock in between her ass, letting go of her horns. "I'm so happy that this will be mine forever. You'll be the best spawn any vampire has ever created." She grimaces at the statement, hiding it behind a smile.

Astarion sighs before slipping his cock back inside of her. Sarnarei gasps, tensing at the insertion. "We must get a headstart on creating our children." He states, returning to his earlier pace. Her mouth is so dry as she cries.

"Astarion!" She tries to pull her hips away, but he keeps her in place.

"As my perfect spawn, you will obey." He states as she hides her face in the covers, her legs trembling underneath her. He leans down, pressing his body on hers, gripping her wrists. "I want to fuck you in front of the mirror. Your last chance to see yourself." Astarion growls in her ear as she holds on to him tight, his hips pounding into her.

She moans in response, the idea of herself being fucked by someone invisible mind-boggling. He pulls out, getting to his feet. She takes a moment, not having his energy. He chuckles as he helps her up rather roughly and he essentially carries her over to the standing mirror.

"When you're my spawn, you'll have all the energy in the world. You'll be able to keep up." She barely listens as he drags over a bench. "On your knees." He commands. She does as she's told, getting on her knees in front of the mirror. It's jarring, knowing Astarion is there but not seeing him, not even a sliver. He mounts her from behind, his cock fitting like a glove in her slick hole. She moans out as he picks up his pace, matching how fast and hard he was before, not giving her a chance to catch up. She watches herself in the mirror, her tail wrapping around his leg, nothing in the mirror. Her face is pure ecstasy, her whimpers filling the room once more as he reaches down, dragging her up by a fist full of hair. He forces her to watch still in the mirror as his other hand massages her chest.

"You look amazing taking my cock, my pet. You'll look even more beautiful when you become mine forever." He squeezes her hair tighter, her eyebrows knitting together. Another orgasm builds in her stomach. He pulls out without a warning, pushing her to the side as he sits. "I want you to watch as I stretch you." He states, moving the bench even closer to the mirror. She feels so tired as she takes the moment to gather herself. He's come inside so many times, she's come so many times. She can't believe it. He's like an incubus.

He picks her up when she moves too slow again, holding up her legs once he slips inside. She screams out as she watches him fuck her hard. Her overstimulated hole gets stretched out with each thrust by an invisible cock, her feet dangling in the air as he presses his fingers into her thighs. She closes her eyes tight, the pressure building so deep inside. "You need to ask permission, pet."

He's so deep, and seeing herself get fucked by nothing does turn her on. He should have done this before it was her last night with a reflection. "Please let me cum Lord Ancunin!" She cries out, her face scrunching up as he pounds into her without a care in the world. "You may." He says quickly, feeling her contract and explode around him again.

He smiles to himself, his breathing hard through his nostrils. "You belong to me. Only me... Your womb will bring forth so many children..."

The idea of having his children, if that's possible, worries her. If this is how he is when she's still considered living, how will he react when she is his spawn? She'll be compelled to do it. She can feel him getting close again, Gods...

Her cheeks flush and she sniffs, feeling so overwhelmed. Her lips are purplish-red and swollen from his torture, his cock still pumping her. She can't help but stare at the strange sight, how open she is. He digs his fingers into her thighs deeper as he listens to her screams, watching as his invisible cock stretches her hole. "I will make you the most beautiful."

She closes her eyes again, giving in to him. "Yes, Lord Ancunin. I'm ready!" She cries, her brows knitting together.

He pulls out, not finishing as he puts her down on the bench. Her body goes into overdrive, trying to take advantage of this break as Astarion stretches her legs, making her lie still against the quakes.

"I shall drain you of every drop of your blood, my sweet. Own your body... Kill your mind."

She's barely listening as his hand wraps around her neck. "Take me." She says softly, his knee resting between her thighs as he leans down, his teeth finally sinking into her neck.

She gasps, the icy pain much different from before, the restraint he had previously gone as he drinks more and more, her body growing colder by the second, her life slipping through her fingertips. Her eyes are heavy as she grows limp, knowing that in the morning, she shall remain his forever.

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Fluff or smut, enby or f!reader & ELP

This Magic Moment

ELP X F/READER

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Extremely fluffy.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

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RILEY - ELP

Summary: ELP is waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle. He thinks back to the time he knew she was the one for him.

ELP'S POV:

I looked at every single person that was here today to join us. Many more couldn't make it, but they sent gifts to our home that we have shared for three years now.

My hands were clasped in front of me as I waited for YN to come through those doors. My best man kept telling me how gorgeous she looked as he saw her this morning after delivering one last gift I had for her.

It was a simple locket with our names etched on it, but the photo on the inside was what truly mattered to me.

It was from the day I knew she was the one for me and the first time I ever told her I loved her. We were together for about six months and even though she told me she loved me two months previously, I didn't say it to her and YN never pushed me to say it.

After that day, she didn't say it very often, mostly when we would talk on the phone while I was travelling for work, and she was stuck in her apartment as she couldn't travel with me all the time.

Or when we would spend the night together, as I would usually fall asleep before her, I would hear her muttering it as she too was falling asleep.

But something happened one day, some fan kissed me when I was at the club with some friends and the next thing I knew, it was all over social media.

I tried calling YN, wanting to explain what happened. That I pushed her away and had her thrown out of the club, but YN never picked up.

I was panicking of course. Calling all of our mutual friends to see if YN was with one of them, but all I got told was that they haven't heard from YN either.

I kept trying and trying to get ahold of her, but still no answer. It wasn't like I could just drive down to her place and talk to her face-to-face, no I was halfway across the country at the time.

Everyone I knew was trying to get me to calm the fuck down, but all I could think about was YN, sitting there all alone, crying at the thought of me cheating.

When it was late in the night, I sent my friends away, wanting to wallow in my own self-pity, that I was ignoring the person who was knocking on my hotel door.

"Come on man, open the fuck up. I got a gift for you."

"Go away," I called back out.

"Don't make me have room service open this door."

I knew he would. That is just the time type of person Jay was.

I swung open the door, not even bothering to look at him. "You could at least look up," Jay said to me, and I looked up, ready to bitch out the man to leave me alone, but to my surprise, there was YN, smiling at me.

I pulled her into a bone-crushing hug as I wrapped my arms around her, telling her how much I missed her.

YN pulled back and I looked into her eyes as she just leaned in and kissed me. "I know you didn't do anything. Jay called me and told me what happened. He didn't know I was coming to see you anyways." She said as she pulled away from the kiss.

I looked over at Jay and he just shrugged his shoulders at me, like it was no big deal he probably just saved my relationship.

I looked back at YN and I knew right then and there that I loved her. I just kept lying to myself as I figured she would just realise she was too good for me. That she could do better, but I  couldn't keep lying to myself anymore.

"I love you YN." 

"And I love you, Riley."

It was the photo that Jay took of YN and me looking into each other's eyes that I placed in the locket. Our moment in time that made all this possible today.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my best man nudging me as The Bridal March came on and everyone who could stand, stood.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as I saw YN for the first time in her dress. She looked absolutely stunning.

She was smiling as she focused on me. She mouthed those three simple words that I know I will never get tired of hearing.

"I love you."

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[crmsnmth-journal]

3/29/2024

11:02 PM

I decided I need to get out of my slump I've been in lately. I may feel angry and depressed and very apathetic right now, but that doesn't mean I should sit and wallow in my own self-pity. It's not a good place to go, and I know that. I know better than doing what I have been, which is absolutely nothing. So today, I woke up, and had one cup of coffee (I've decided I'm going to attempt and cut my caffeine intact way way down). Talked with mom for a while, which is odd but was nice. Usually, we don't talk more than five minutes at a time. It almost always turns into a fight between the two of us, but right now, out of the three of us (my two younger brothers), somehow the felon with a really bad attitude is being the most responsible. I mean, it only took me 35 years to get here, but I'm actually doing pretty good, and I need to remind myself of that. I have come so far from where I was, even four years ago. Hell, even last year. And it's not arrogant to remind yourself of that every so often.

Anyway, I showered and finally bleached half my head. I took extra care in washing and cleaning and just making myself look like a person again. I think I read somewhere that that's supposed to help. I don't know if it actually does, but it kept me occupied for a while.

I got to work at 2, which is usual for Friday's. It gives me about an hour of alone time where I can just belt along to my music and get the prep for the night down. Honestly, being alone back there is my favorite part of part of my job. The closest I've ever come to a religious experience was back there. It was right when I got work release during my time in jail. I had sat six months already, and for the last three months I was allowed to have work release. And the first night I came back, I was alone for three hours before open. I listened to music for the first time in six months, and I cried like a baby and screamed along to Amigo The Devil's Stronger Than Dead while dicing tomatoes. It's an experience I will never forget. That song holds such a deep importance in my life (it's part of my next round of tattoos, my only hand tattoo is going to be Amigo's 'pineapple' logo with the chorus of that song). Only two songs I've ever heard can I say truly saved my life. Stronger than Dead and Frank Turner's The Ballad of Me And My Friends. Different reasons, but the end result was the same for both and I didn't listen to the impulses and bury a bullet in my brain. And I still listen to both songs, religiously. At least once or twice a day.

Sorry. I keep getting off track. Sherry came in around 3 and started putting together the salad bar. That's her one thing she has to set up for Fridays and she never complains about it. I always tell her I do nothing with the salad bar, that it's all on her. It used to be just a trick I learned a long time ago on how to deal with less then stellar staff. Give them something that is all their own. It give them a feeling of control, and let's face it, I hate putting our salad bar together. I don't like salad bars in general. They are extremely gross on the kitchen's side of things.

It wasn't exactly busy tonight, but it wasn't exactly slow. Just kind of real steady, plodding forward pace. And Sherry did alright, by her standards. We shut down, and when I left after doing all my closing work, Sherry only had to finish up her dishes. Usually she just leaves the extra for tomorrow, when she opens.

I did start getting a pretty massive headache around 7 though. I'm pretty sure that's just the withdrawal from caffeine. At least that's what it felt like. I'd get them a lot in jail when we'd run out of coffee. It's all we drank all day, that instant add hot water crap, and when we'd run out before commissary made it's way, everyone was in hell. Ibuprofen costs 75 cents for two pills. The price mark up is insane, which I really don't think is all that fair. I get having some cost added, this is jail after all and it's not supposed to be fun. But when a package of Ramen ends up costing close to two dollars, that is a little passed a punishment. That's an outrageous kind of extortion.

Back to what I was saying, I got out of work around 9:30 and got my cab ride home. When I got home, I had yet another actual conversation with my mom, finally got some Advil in me and showered. The bathroom still smelled like the bleach I did my hair with. And finally, I took my handful of pills and turned on Malcolm In The Middle. I've only got a few episodes to go before I move on to whatever the next mindless background noise I put on. I'll write and work with phrases for a little bit and read. I restarted reading my favorite book, The Great And Secret Show by Clive Barker.

For being as bitchy and moody as I have been the last few days, I think I did okay today.

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[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Twenty-Four

A/N: is this short af? yes. is Lucky a total bitch? yes. do you blame her? no.

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Lucky hangs up the phone, praying that her putting her fate in Jake Seresin's hands had been a good idea.

"Ready to get your ass kicked in another flight sim?" Hermes' voice grates her nerves as she packs her cell phone away.

"Once again, you may be a pussy, but you can't just walk into the women's locker room."

"Whose gonna stop me? You? Your husband?"

She refuses to let him get under her skin, instead she puts on her boots and shoulder checks him on her way out.

"I don't know why you're being such a hoity toity bitch Lucky."

She still doesn't say a word, let him talk. That's all he ever did at Top Gun anyways. Running his mouth hadn't done him much good back then either, hence him not even getting a podium finish. 

When the two walk into the daily briefing, all eyes land on her, she usually took a seat in the back while their eyes trailed her. But instead she stood at the podium - Hermes' usual spot. Before the blonde could even open his mouth? Lucky gave them all a glare that made all of them sink a little into their seats.

"If you want this mission to be a success, you will all start listening to me. I was sent here because your lovely leader, Hermes, has an ego that makes Zeus look tame." She pauses, appreciating her little joke. "Egos like that lead people to death in the air. Egos like that wouldn't go back for their wingman, leaving them in the wilderness alone. Egos like that, don't survive the night in freezing cold temps just praying rescue finds them soon. Egos like that? Aren't leaders."

There is a silence that falls upon the men as they take in the sight of Lucky, her eyes cold.

"Oh and as the leader here right now, I don't need all of you on this mission. I'm only taking one wingman and a foxtrot. You will have to prove to me you deserve a chance to fly with me."

That hits their nerves, she much liked the way their jaws clenched.

"So you better start doing the flight simulation like you want a spot. Oh and Hermes? Jinx and Joker? Chaser? None of you will be considered. I already know you don't have my back."

Once she's in the air, they can tell she means business. She's a tyrant - pushing their boundaries, lowering the mission time to almost nothing to make them sweat. She will have to thank Maverick later for his unethical training practices. Hearing them cuss her out is just pushing her to be even harder on them.

At the end of the day, none of them have impressed her. Not even slightly. She's damn near ready to run the mission her damn self. She doesn't allow them to hit the showers either, she forces them to sit down and reams into them again. For an hour before she finally turns them loose. All of them are calling her names that she'd rather not repeat. Nothing she's not used to having thrown at her.

"You really think you can come in here and throw my men around?"

"Maybe if you ever disciplined them I wouldn't have to be such a bitch Hermes."

"You always were such a bitch."

She smirks, he's digging his own grave and he doesn't even know it.

"Good night Hermes, I hope you dream of me."

"You wish Steele."

"It's Garcia, remember?"

With that she takes all her notes and leaves him to wallow in his self pity. When she reaches her locker she does a quick look around to make sure nobody is in there with her. She takes the cell phone out from underneath all her stuff and checks for messages from Jake. Nothing yet.

"Damn it Seresin, I'm counting on you."

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Back in California, Jake is sitting at his desk trying to do his task for Lucky. He kept hitting brick walls, but he was determined to get her what she needed. She had trusted him with this, he knew why she had. He refused to let her down, she certainly didn't need anymore ammunition to believe he was useless. Plus, as much as he hated to admit it, he admired Lucky. Sure she was a pain in his ass, but she was also the first one other than Cin who called him on his shit. She wasn't afraid to punch him even though he was damn near a foot taller than she was.

He had to help her, she needed him.

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A/N: what is Jake up to? What did Lucky ask him to do? Wouldn't ya love to know.

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much for the tags @anxiouspineapple99 and at @techs-stitches !!! I was tagged by several people last week, but I just couldn't get it done, but I was determined to do it this week.

Infectious: Ch. 3 (TBB & Fem!Reader)

“When I look up at the stars,” You begin with a big smile and a soft sigh while continuing to stare out at the horizon. “It’s almost like I can feel them with me, you know? Watching over me as I make my way in the galaxy.”

“Sounds nice,” Echo replies.

“I bet Fives is watching you too,” You reckon as you look at Echo with soft eyes. “He hasn’t left you alone, just like my parents haven’t left me.”

“Maybe,” Echo supposes with a slight shrug. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes back to haunt me.” He chuckles slightly and lets a small smile escape before his countenance reverts back to a frown. You wonder what memory he is recalling. It must be a funny one in order to make him smile.

“We’ll see them again someday, the people we love,” You imagine out loud as you try to fill the air with hope. “I just know it."

“That would be something wouldn’t it?” Echo remarks half-joking, but you can hear the part of his heart that wants what you're saying to be true.

Beloved: Ch. 2 (Fives x Fem!Reader)

Echo’s jaw drops, and the two bags of groceries slip from his arms and crash to the floor. One of the cans rolls gently across the floor and comes to a stop at the bedpost. He can not believe what he’s seeing. You’re standing on the bed, in your underwear, with a frying pan in hand wound up behind your head and ready to swing. Then there’s Fives standing on the floor next to the bed, in his boxers, holding up a severely dented cookie sheet as a shield.

Echo blinks in shock and takes a deep breath. “Should,” Echo begins cautiously. “Should I leave?” He gestures towards the door, ready to escape at any moment.

“Yes! No!” You and Fives yell in unison.

“Fives, what did you do this time?” Echo asks with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘what did I do?’” Fives questions with offense, still ducking under the cookie sheet.

A Man's Worth: Ch. 2 (Tup x Fem!Reader)

“I don’t see what you’re so upset about,” Kix says in bewilderment. “You walked away from this with your life. You could’ve died.”

Should have.

Kix rubs his hand across his mouth and huffs in disbelief. He moves his face down to get on Tup’s level. “You listen to me, and you listen well,” Kix begins with a stern voice. “I didn’t save your life so you could lie here and brood about your fragile masculinity. I don’t care about your feelings, and I don’t care about your pride or your dignity or your ego. I only care that your heart keeps beating and your lungs keep breathing. Suck it up, trooper.”

Tup scrunches his face into the best sneer he can make in response to Kix’s fiery words.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Kix says as he straightens up and shakes his head. “Well, I’ll let everyone know you’re awake and that you don’t want any visitors. Rex has only been sitting in that waiting room for seven rotations waiting for you to wake up, but by all means, wallow alone in your own self-pity.”

I'm not tagging anyone because it's late, and I'm exhausted.

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[slimeranch7]

i have a confession guys. an angry rant, of sorts. read if you will, i don't care. i need an outlet and it will be here

potential spoilers for this year's golden apple archipelago, up til xinyan's quest

i hate the golden apple archipelago this year. hate it, despise it, not even doing it for the primos cuz i just can't find it in myself to continue no matter the rewards. it hurts but like. I've just been ignoring the event since fischl's quest came out.

don't get me wrong, the art is so damn beautiful, the stories are great (at least what i know of kazuha and xinyan's, and what I've heard of from fischl and mona's)

but MY GOD. i love the islands and stuff it's just the puzzles. the PUZZLES. literally show me to my FACE how pea sized brain and impatient i can be.

i finished kazuha and xinyan's quests (and kazuha's event domain bc it was literally just hack n slash) but basically i have no idea what is going on in fischl and mona's island which is so painful because i love em to death, they are my little damage shotguns <3. just,,, the puzzles are so unbearable, the exploration isnt straightforward in the sense that it's just confusing as fuck. i had to return to fischls domain multiple times before giving up and begging a friend to do it on my behalf. didn't even bother with monas. i just entered, saw a fuck ton of new mechanisms that i just can't understand and can't be bothered to google, and hit exit.

like guys I'm here for a muthafuckin summer vacation, not wrack my brain on a stupid iq game that i would've never solved on my own if it weren't for the blessed Twitter threads and YouTube vids.

i know a lot of people hype over it and probably enjoyed the overall archipelago- and yes, good for them!- but over here, in my stupid dark corner, im sobbing and wallowing in self pity because i love genshin impact, but for FUCKS sake i am just here to turn off my brain, sit back, and indulge in some exclusive character building.

NOT run around aimlessly on google and spend more time clicking thru tutorials than on the actual fucking game.

if this is what sumeru is going to be like, then i'm done. forget it. I'll take what Mondstadt, Liyue and Inazuma has and that will be it. UGH

if I'm not the only one here annoyed by the event, let me know i feel so alone LMAO. i mean my friends hate it too but like,, what made u annoyed by it if u are???

#mom slimeranch is shitposting nonsense AGAIN #someone stop this sore loser