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ladymarycrawley · 6 months

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Forbidden but delightful - Mason Mount

Request: I actually had a imagine request for Mason Mount…where the reader works for him and they’ve always been fond of one another and one day she comes in wearing a guys jumper, it doesn’t fit her properly and it smells like a man. So Mason feels himself becoming jealous, when in reality it’s just her brothers jumper that she ended up wearing because she fell asleep at his babysitting his kids + @anon that asked me sth based on Mase's Nike shooting that got out out in august/september

Warning: none

Tag list: @prideofpd , @johnstonesfc , @chelsealover , @masonxomount , @masterclassbaby

(gif credits to @bracedes)

A thing Mason promised himself he would have never done in his life was falling in love with someone that worked for him or that simply happened to cross his path for business reasons: he knew it would have been unprofessional but, most of all, he feared he would have ended up as the wronged party.

Another thing he knew deep down his heart was that promises are sometimes meant to be broken and the aforementioned one was one of those.

Since Y/N took on the role of his personal stylist she became the ever so present object of his thoughts as she charmed him since day one, when that shy smile of hers made him blush and ask for more, more moments of him in her company.

He knew she had something special but didn't know what that was, he only knew it was something that made him feel relaxed, at peace with the world around him. It was as if she held an aura of calmness that was never enough for him as his engaged lifestyle required a lot of it.

Needless to say they got along instantly and, as he was one of the most appreciated footballers on the planet, she soon became one of the most envied women for spending so much time with him. That time they would spend together wasn’t related to fashion matters only but quickly spread to their spare time too: after their work for a magazine, Mason invited her over to his house to celebrate their first job together.

In the meanwhile, on her part, a small sentence he said to her like “I’d like you to always feel at ease when you’re around me, we don’t have to be friends if you don’t want to but I’d like you to be totally yourself” was what made her like him as soon as his brother Lewis introduced him to her. What he expressed was quite an easy concept not to be taken for granted as a lot of famous people would likely treat their employees as servants, making their business life miserable but that wasn't his case.

Everyone loved Mason for being a down to earth guy, a family guy that always had the most beautiful smile painted across his lips and that smile was the second thing that made her weak to her knees: it could light up a dark room faster than artificial light and warm her heart at the same speed.

The second time it was her turn so she asked him to join her in going to a club in the centre of Manchester. It was just the prelude of their game of looks, subtle and unintended touches, sweet words. All of that happened without them even realising it as it felt so spontaneous, so right.

The crucial moment in their professional as well as personal career was when the Red Devils player was asked to feature in the next Nike Underwear campaign as one of their latest posterboys.

“That’s huge, I can't believe it” She kept on saying in disbelief as he was in a delighted mood too. That was probably the biggest job she got until then and they were both buzzing.

“I’m sure all the girlies will love me even more after this shooting” You joked, alluding to the shirtless pictures of Mason that would soon reach every corner of planet Earth through the worldwide coverage they would have had.

He blushed a little and chuckled. “Yep and they’ll probably hate you a little too cause you’re stealing their place”

“Me?? I’m just doing what I’ve been hired for and just got you the biggest shooting to date”

“Yeah but don’t flatter yourself sweetheart”

Sweetheart? Y/N would have never thought of hearing that nickname coming from his mouth and above all, addressed to her. The shade of bright pink that painted her cheeks after that exchange of words, matched her geranium skirt and that combination didn’t go unnoticed to her client who smirked, quite pleased with what his sentence ignited in her.

They both gave each other knowing looks, a look that made Mason’s heart beat faster and Y/N’s legs shake.

The stylist cleared her throat with a fit of coughing before looking at the time on her phone screen, deciding it was time for her to go home before things would have gone out of your hands.

“Are you already going home?”

“Yes, I have erm - a friend over for dinner, yeah” She nodded as if she was trying to convince herself to buy her own lie.

“Do I know her? Oh wait, is it your best friend?” The Englishman didn’t really care about her guest, he only wanted to spend a couple more minutes with her and make sure she wasn’t seeing any guy he would have to compete with.

“No no, you don’t know her…” She said dismissively, putting her bag on her shoulder.

“Is this mysterious friend a guy you haven’t told me about?” He said, crossing his hands and trying to sound as chilled as possible.

“Please! Not interested in any guy right now” Yeah, in any guy that wasn’t called Mason Mount. “Really have to go now, my house is a mess and she will be there in less than an hour… see you tomorrow, Mount, don’t be late cause we’ll check your Nike’s outfits out!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t…have fun tonight”

“Yep…thanks”

They almost whispered their goodbyes with a hint of sadness and delusion in their voices, as though neither of them wanted to leave each other nor wanted the other one to be left alone but the positions they were in forbid any kind of romantic relationship: it would have been too complicated and too risky.

The very risky thing though was the task she had to undertake the next day: some Nike people met Mason and Y/N at the sportswear brand’s headquarter in London and shared a quick chat to get to know each other better, before skipping to the part where they would explain the shooting they had in mind for Mason to be featured in.

She gulped the moment they showed them the underwear models they could have chosen among.

Y/N’s mind soon got crowded with not safe for work images, as the sight of the Manchester United player’s toned body covered only in a pair of tight boxers, smiling at her began getting more and more vivid.

She shook her head when the Mason in her mind bit on his lower lip and seductively brought his hands to his sides to take off the tiny piece of clothing covering his lower body.

“Are you okay?”

“Me? Oh yes, yes I’m so excited for this you have no idea” She laughed.

The people working with them smiled and left the room to do God’s knew what, leaving her and Mason alone.

He chuckled, lowering himself to her level so that his lips were close to her ear and whispered “Bet you’re more aroused than excited for this job”

You widen your eyes and hit him on the shoulder.

“I’m fully focused on my work, wasn’t thinking about anything vile”

“Even if you’re thinking about it that would be nothing wrong with it…I won’t tell anyone about your secret crush for me”

“Stop it! How old are you? 15??”

Mason giggled and swiftly pecked her cheek. “I love it when you get annoyed at me”

If someone would have seen that scene they would have thought they were a couple, a cute couple but sadly it wasn’t the truth and maybe would have never been…

Y/N arrived at work the day of the Nike shooting some minutes late and she entered the venue out of breath.

“Hi! Sorry everyone, stuck in traffic and it was horrible” She justified herself panting. What she just said was a white lie because she had nothing to do with London’s traffic: the night before her elder brother asked her to babysit his children because he had planned a night out with his wife and forgot to call someone to look after those two rascals that spent all the night shouting and running around the house.

She tried to say no when he asked her that favour, as she had a big day coming on but he said he really needed her help.

So she fell asleep on the sofa, after battling to put her nephews to bed, waking up just in time to go back home in a rush, begging her brother to give her a lift, and put on some knee-high boots that would have complimented that oversized grey jumper she borrowed from him to fight the coldness of the night.

Mason raised his eyebrows when he saw her, recognising immediately what she was wearing was a man’s jumper.

She styled it as if it was a dress and she looked so hot in his eyes but couldn’t stop thinking she must have spent the night with some man, that’s the reason why she was late.

The shooting went as planned: Mason looked genuinely flawless and sexy in that underwear, smiling at the camera and she kept on biting her lips as she couldn’t help thirsting over him as he looked nothing but hot ... that infatuation for him would have been the death of her.

She thanked that one person that asked for a little break because she needed a giant cup of coffee and some fresh air.

“You look good” Those were the first words she said to Mason that day.

“You too”

“No way, I look hideous as I’ve barely slept and arrived late on what’s the most important day in my career” She blurted annoyed at that, something unforgivable from her point of view.

The footballer started biting on his nails as he was clearly nervous and maybe needed some fresh air as well as she did.

“This…” The strong smell that tickled his nostrils interrupted him “...this smell, where does it come from?”

“Oh I think it’s my jumper” Y/N admitted shyly, referring to the garment that looked huge on her.

What Mason noticed made her blush, as if he caught her red-handed while doing something inappropriate and he glanced at her sideways, as if that inappropriate thing she did disappointed him somehow.

“It still smells like him...” She said under her breath but he still heard her and couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock: in his head they’re perfect together, smiling and laughing every day, even subtly flirting so he thought she was single and he could go on courting her but now she’s wearing another man’s clothes? The poor man was confused to say the least.

“You told me you weren’t interested in any man…”

“And I’m not”

He raised his head and smiled quite relieved with the real explanation behind all of that.

“So why are you wearing another man’s jumper?”

“Oh god Mase, are you jealous?? This is my brother’s. He asked me to babysit his kids last night and took this because I was cold and in a rush so it was literally the first decent thing I’ve found”

“Oh well…I was ready to mock you for your walk of shame actually”

“No dear, you’re dying for me to tell you I haven't slept with anyone last night and now you’re joking only because you didn’t get angry” You giggled, offering him a cup of hot coffee.

“Can I take you out tonight?”

“Mason I- I don’t think that’d be a good idea, I mean we’re working together”

“I know that but I’ll do my best to keep things separated, I promise” He gave you puppy eyes, making you giggle.

“If you wanna try…”

“You don’t wanna try?”

Of course she wanted to, she'd been dying too…and she'd been dying to know what his lips tasted of too: she quickly glanced around to make sure all the people involved in the shooting were still out and unexpectedly kissed him, the coffee flavour on his lips mixing with her nude lipstick.

“Now go on posing, nothing happened!”

Nothing could swipe Mason’s smirk off his face as he brushed his thumb over his lips that now tasted like her.

“Yeah...nothing happened”

Mixing work and private life wasn’t something they were willing to do but sometimes breaking the rules has that forbidden charm that brings to one’s soul the highest of delights and that’s a risk worth taking.

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sqvishii · 6 days

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Ok Everyone talking about Silver cheat the reader or the reader cheat Silver. But I want to up the ante of pain and angst:

Imagine a reader (for this scenario fem Reader) being Silver's wife. That they both live in the kingdom of thorns having a happy and comfortable life. Although the reader could not return to his world, she was at least able to build a life in TWST with his current husband

So Silver, being one of the main guards of Mallues and the son of General Lilia. In some way or another he is someone who has a certain degree of power in the kingdom due to his position and lineage. So it certainly wouldn't be unusual for someone ill-intentioned to want to get something from Silver (either by stealing or getting forbidden information from the Draconia family or even Lilia) The point is that said person had Silver in his sights as he was technically "the least powerful" (Mallues being the king, Sebek being half-fae and Lilia being a former war general). Whether for any reason they manage to discover the traitor (Silver's work)

But said person manages to escape and is now searching for the Kingdom. The ill-intentioned person, wanting to take revenge on Silver, decides to take away what he loves most. So upon hearing rumors that Silver has a wife who some claim has no magic. The traitor finds the house and murders the reader.

Silver along with other guards are patrolling and looking for the traitor. But he has the feeling that something bad is happening so he tries to call the reader and try to inform her about the situation. But no one answers...even though he has dialed almost 25 times, his wife does not answer his calls. Panic-stricken Silver runs towards his home. Only to find his house damaged and his wife dead on the floor.... Silver gives a cry of pain that echoed throughout the forest. Silver who didn't rest until the damn thing was found

When the traitor is captured by orders of the king and his right hand is executed to death. The now widower who discovered that when his wife was murdered she was newly pregnant ...Now she is buried in the back of Silver's childhood home. Now the happy little home is only inhabited by a lonely knight who never remarried or had a family. Sometimes the home is visited by three faes who take care of their lonely human. 💔

Silver, who at the end of his days never took off his wedding ring and was buried next to his deceased wife's grave. Centuries later the small abandoned house but curiously the graves are still cared for and always have small flowers around them.

STOP THIS ANGST

will the both of you still meet in the next life?

silver wished, his last days were nearing as he stood above your grave, a fresh batch of your favorite flowers in his hands.

silver vanrouge and you. such a beautiful relationship bloomed between the both of you in which silver just couldn't help but fill his journal whenever he spent his days with you.

you made him so happy. so in love like a lovesick puppy who awaited your every order.

he remembered when the shyly held your hand during the first month the both of you were dating in night raven, lilia always chuckled at the two of you and always teased him about it.

now, you're gone.

and heavens did it hurt.

it hurt. extremely; the worst part? you were pregnant with his children.

he knew you were going to surprise him with the news once he got back home, that lopsided grin on your face as you excitedly jump into his arms, he was always there to catch you.

how badly he wished he went home when that gut feeling hit him.

instead of the sight of you with that giddy smile, your radiance and basically just you in general,

he saw you, laying on the ground as the bloody pool underneath you had spread around.

writting the last page of his journal with his signature, he buried it near your grave, how badly he wanted you to read it, how badly he wanted to see that smile on your face and the blush that burned on your cheeks once you saw the years he took to finish that journal for you.

but the least he could do at the end of his life was to have himself buried near you.

years have passed and the house was already withered. despite that, the poeple who walked by could only be left confused at the sight of the flowers growing in between the two graves.

a new era set in stone, silver had heard of a book about a man who spent his life writing his journal dedicated entirely to a single woman, he heard the story was pretty heartbreaking, really.

the plot was basically the man, being in college and finding the one he loved, a woman who was magicless, years passed and he becomes one of the main guards of a fae kingdom, though a traitor was among them.

that said traitor killed the woman without the man knowing, and the plot continues. though, silver had read only a quarter of the book.. he felt like he already knew what happened, as if he was the said man in the book, ironic.

having to be dragged along with his father and brothers to a museum, he could only find himself staring at a portrait, a man whos features looked exactly like his.

'silver vanrouge.'

..huh. weird. same name, too. apparantly, this was the man in the said book he read a few days ago.

.. he could only wonder who was the woman he fell in love with.

searching around the museum without lilia knowing, he eventually found the portrait that was actually just next to the mans. whoops, he didn't notice.

there was a lot of people looking, in awe of the beauty of the painting. he was too, the woman was breathtaking, no wonder the man had fallen in love with her.

going to the front, he saw a girl who looked exactly like her.

"..-ver? silver?"

".. [name]?"

lilia and malleus could only fist bump in the background, finally reuniting the long lost lovers once more.

#!! squish writes #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #silver twisted wonderland #silver twst #silver x reader twisted wonderland #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #silver vanrouge twst #silver vanrouge twisted wonderland #silver vanrouge x reader

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rimunagenius · 2 months

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Wait For Me

Paring: Kayce Dutton x reader!

Words: 2.1k words

Warnings: Angst, fluff ending, curse words?? if that’s even a warning, mentions of branding and burning, abuse, over use of baby (i love it, i love imagining him calling me that, do nit judge me🤨😒)

Summary: Growing up you and Kayce were inseparable. You didn’t know the love you shared was more than friends until sixteen, but what happens when John pushes Kayce too hard, and your relationship hangs in the balance?

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A/n: no gender or body specification made in the story, so this could be read from any gender/personal preference. This is very self indulgent for me, I love Kayce Dutton and have since i started Yellowstone and I was deeply upset with the lack of fics for him so I had to take matters into my own hands while this godsend of an author writes my requests!!🥹 anyways, hope you enjoy!!

not my gif!!

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You knew it was stupid.

You knew you couldn’t have him.

You can’t love someone into loving you back. You knew it. He knew it. He knew it would never happen between you; he wanted it to. He did love you, too much, though.

This summer had to be your favorite on the Dutton Ranch. Favorite in Montana. Your favorite in the world, same thing. As long as Kayce was there, it was the perfect anything.

You had loved him your whole life. Ever since you were kids anything he would do would mesmerize you. His hair caught in the breeze when you’d chase him around the arena for tag, his smile when you’d tell the same joke he was tired of but laughed because he knew it meant something to you.

Somewhere along the way, you had fallen inlove. You always had been, but this time you actually knew what it was. You knew why. It was Kayce. Any woman would be a fool to not love everything about him.

But…

He had fallen inlove too.

“Oh my god! That’s not-“ You looked at the boy next to you, absolutely falling more inlove the more you looked. Having by far the funniest conversation all summer.

“Oh, please! That’s seriously what I told him!” He laughed, his body leaning on yours, his head halfway into your lap.

“Kayce, your such an idiot.” You looked down at him, his eyes already trained on you. Your chuckle had died in your throat as you saw the look in his eyes. He’s never looked at you like this before—you didn’t see the other times he had. Those moments were just for him.

Your hand landed on his forehead, sliding it back over the expanse of his scalp, his long hair following the pattern your hand tread on his head.

“Oh, yeah?” He said. His signature small smile already creasing the corners of his lips. “I’m okay with that. You still love me, though.”

You looked up at the sky, the stars illuminating your features, entrancing the teenager below you. He was looking at you as if you had hung them yourself. “The sky is beautiful tonight, Kayce. Don’t you think?” Your eyes following and connecting the dots in the sky as his eyes never once dared to move away from you.

“I do. She’s absolutely gorgeous.” In a quick second, he started to sit up, his absence from your lap, drawing your eyes down to him.

Your eyes caught his, as he immediately pulled you into a kiss. His hand on your cheek, your hand tipping his hat off his head, carding your fingers through the growing locks of golden brown locks.

This was just the start.

You knew now was different than when you both were just 16. You had spent two years with eachother, loving eachother. You didn’t think anything would tear you apart.

Kayce had started disobeying Mr. Dutton when you two had just turned 18. Something about them always butting heads and having different life plans. Kayce didn’t want this life, he wanted you, but not at the price John had been setting.

It was either you and the Ranch, or he’d be gone and forbidden to see you. You knew it was a crock of shit, John just trying to scare his son. And you had believed it. You should’ve known the youngest Dutton. Especially now that the behavior was super out of character.

You walked the rocky path up to the main house, on the Dutton Ranch, collecting the smallest size pebbles you could find to throw at Kayce’s window.

You approached the front of the house, stopping before the porch steps and launched pebble after pebble. You had gone through the whole collection and then some. He would come to the window by now, you thought.

He wasn’t asleep, his light was on. Then you heard yelling and screaming, crashing and smashing. You had saw a small glimpse of Kayce and John, and you had heard Lee, you think.

Then you heard nothing. Just saw John’s face in the window, looking down at you as he shut the blinds. You had started on your walk back home, worried sick, right down the road from the ranch before you heard the front door swing open, John dragging Kayce by the collar of his shirt.

They ended up behind the barn, you watching from a healthy distance to not be seen by Mr. Dutton, before you saw a burning orange ‘Y’ iron. The sound of burning flesh and muffled cries and screaming followed.

You obviously didn’t see Kayce that night but you had saw him two days after, breaking a horse.

You stood up on the bottom wood log of the arena with your arms draped over the top one. “Where have you been, baby?” Your boyfriend just looked up at you. A heartbreaking attempt at a smile casted over his beautiful face.

“Talk to me, Kayc. Is everything okay?” You knew it wasn’t. You knew what you saw, not expecting that from John.

“I’m fine, darlin.’ Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, yeah?” He looked back to the horse, grabbing the reigns and walking him through the exit of the arena, signaling you to follow him to the barn.

You didn’t want to pry, you knew he wasn’t okay but you’d let him tell you about it when he was ready. You knew Kayce would.

“Okay, handsome. You doin’ anythin’ later.” You tucked a small strand of hair behind his ear, fixing his hat that’s shifted.

“Nah, you wanna come over? Watch a movie?” He asked. You smiled at him and nodded your head. You leaned in for a kiss and turned your heel.

“I’ll see you later, cowboy.” You looked over your shoulder, Kayce eyes trailing up your body, his eyes eventually meeting yours. “You like what you see, Kayce?” You laughed as you were almost out of line of sight.

“Hell yeah, I do, baby.” His smirk as he watched you, slowly dissipating. He was dreading the moment he had to tell you. He had to do it soon, tomorrow.

That was yesterday.

Your movie had gone great but you should have known then there was problem. He seemed on edge that night, and his room seemed a little less lively since the last time you had been in there.

You walked up to the main house, opening the front door. John wasn’t home so Kayce said you could walk through the house and to his room.

That’s when you saw it. His shit packed and loaded into duffle bags. He packed his whole life away in bags. “What’s goin’ on Kayce? Why are you packing?” Your eyes wandered around the room. His dresser now vacant of any picture you two had, of him and Lee. His favorite picture of him and Beth now gone.

“Everything’s okay, baby. I promise.”

“Then why’s your shit all gone? Where are you going?” You couldn’t help the dampness growing in the corner of your eyes. The small quiver in your lip.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay.” He cupped your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes meeting yours, both damp and a little bloodshot like yours. “I just gotta go for a while, okay?”

“And your just gonna leave me here? Take me with you.” You pleaded. You didn’t think today of all days would start with Kayce Dutton possibly breaking up with you, and leaving you alone in this godforsaken state of Montana.

“I can’t, baby. Not where i’m goin’. Not this time.” He kissed your forehead and shifted his hands from your face to your waist.

“Kayce, where the hell are you going that you can’t take me with you? We haven’t separated since we were kids, why now?” You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes as you couldn’t dare tear them away from Kayce.

“I’m goin’ into the Navy. I don’t know when i’ll be back. But you have to listen to me-“

“The fuckin’ Navy!? Kayce are you serious!?” You yelled at him. He never once mentioned the Navy or any interest. It must’ve been John’s idea. They have been fighting more and more recently.

You thought it had been just father and son disagreements. But the thought should’ve clicked when the iron branded his son, your bestfriend, boyfriend, forever.

He belonged to his father. He had to do whatever he asked. It had to be John. You were pissed. “Was it John?” You whispered.

“No, sweetheart. It was me. I can’t take this ranch anymore, I feel trapped. All I do is eat, ranchwork, eat, ranchwork, sleep, repeat. I can’t do it anymore, baby. The Navy would atleast set me up with some cash so I could find a place of my own.” He sniffled as he held you, you stepping away from him to pace around the room.

It was his decision…he was leaving you.

He wiped his eyes, and in all the years that you had known Kayce Dutton and held him when he was sad, because he had done it for you, you haven’t seen him this torn up and emotional about something since his mother’s passing.

“But does that mean you can’t handle me anymore? I mean if your tired of the ranch, you must be tired of me, right?” You let a choked sob escape your lips. Stopping in your tracks, your legs feeling too wobbly to move another inch.

He immediately rushed to you, embracing you into the tightest hugs he’s possibly ever given you. “No, no, baby. That’s not it. I love you, with everythin’ in me, you know that. But-“

“But what? If your breaking up with me Kayce, don’t you dare think about saying goodbye as if we’ll never speak again. They’re always the hardest and i’m not doing that with you. I do not want to say goodbye to you. Ever.”

“Baby, you know I have to.” His big eyes even frowned with his face. The sad expression crushing you even more than humanly possible.

“No, you don’t! Why can’t you just love me from over there. It shouldn’t be any different, baby.” You grabbed his face. His eyes closing for a fleeting moment. Your cries getting harder and harder to bear quietly.

“Darlin’, I can’t ask you to wait for me in hopes i’ll make it home to you. I can’t ask that of you, and you know I can’t.” He inhaled a shaken breath, evident that this was hurting him as much as it was hurting you.

“Yes you can. You know that. I’d wait a million years and more for you, Kayce Dutton. I waited 16 years, didn’t I?” You laughed quietly, that didn’t hide the audible sob that also parted your lips.

“Godammit, sweetheart. I love you, nothin’ can change that. I’d die for you, i’d do anything for you, i’d go to the very ends of the earth for you, but please for the love of god; please stop making it harder to leave you than it already is.” Tears freely streamed down his face, him not bothering to wipe them away.

He was giving himself to you. All of him, and you couldn’t have asked for more from this man. He has always done this for you. He’s never hidden who he was, especially from you.

As you held his face, you sighed. His hand holding your hips, you could feel his fingers shaking on you. He didn’t want to go. If he was ever gonna leave he was damn sure gonna take you with him. This wasn’t how he wanted it to be.

“Kayce Dutton, I love you. More than you’ll ever know and i’ll spend my whole life showing you. I’d do anything for you, all you have to do is say what. Ask me to wait for you, and i’d wait for you.” As soon the words “ask me to wait” rolled off your lips, Kayce had his answer.

“Wait for me.”

You crashed your lips onto his, the kiss fast paced and full of emotion. The devotion his body poured unto you was otherworldly. You two stumbled back a bit from the force of the kiss. Your tongue meeting his in frantic greeting as you held onto him for dear life, and he held onto you like you were his lifeline.

As you both understood what this meant, what you two were signing up for, you knew now that there was no chance either one of you would be ripped away from the other. No fucken chance.

“I’ll wait for you. When you get back, i’ll be waiting here, you know exactly where to find me, cowboy.” You kissed his lips once again, and smiled, your arm around his shoulder and one hand on his face. His arms wrapped comepletely around your waist.

“I can’t wait, baby.” He kissed you once more and that was it.

You’d be here when he got back. He was going to come back to you. Whether he had to kill or crawl his way back to you, he was going to come home.

And you’d be right there, with open arms waiting. Just like you promised.

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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LUST • KYOJURO RENGOKU | the seven slutty sins series • part three

you’re his one and only vice..

perv!rengoku, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, phone sex, cum licking/finger sucking, roleplay, infidelity

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it was embarrassing..truly.

an absolute shame even....but honestly, he couldn’t help himself..he couldn’t help but to run the tip of his finger along the side of his shaft, up to his aching tip that seeped with precum. He couldn’t help but to shudder when he watched you through the window of your home..the one you left open just enough for him to peek through late at night. It was all but inevitable when you stripped down in front of him, peeling layer upon layer off of your body..letting it hit the floor as your beautiful skin because exposed to the cool air. Those supple breasts, plump thighs and perfectly round ass that jiggled with each step. It wasn’t fair..not even a little bit! It wasn’t fair that he was stuck stroking his cock from the sidelines, seeping precum like some hormonal virgin and attempting to stifle his whimpers, instead of being able to pound you from behind as you stood on your tiptoes. Rather than this clenching fist, it should’ve been that tight pussy wrapped around him..squeezing and clamping down as you cried out his name. He was a feign for you, an addict even..he just couldn’t help himself! Kyo was a well kept man who seemed innocuous enough to the rest of the world but behind closed doors..he harbored a dirty little secret. He was an addict! He craved physical contact all the time and when he couldn’t get it, he allowed his imagination to run wild. He got creative..even now, as he watched you through the window, completely undressed..sprawl out on your bed. Legs parted to each side as your fingers glided down your slit. Those pretty brown lips parted to reveal a bright pink center. You were like that of forbidden fruit..tantalizing, sweet yet unattainable. He wanted you desperately, craved you beyond comprehension but all he could do was continue pumping..stroking himself as he watched you join in on the fun. Gliding your tongue across your lips and eventually propping a finger or two inside of your mouth to lubricate them. Tasting the remnants of yourself on the pads. “Fuck..I bet you taste so good, baby..” he knew you saw him. He knew that you were his one object of desire right now so you decided to give him a show. To keep his eyes fixated on you. “Go slow, beautiful..play with it, just like that..” Groping your own tits and pinching the nipples, you’d plunge those digits knuckle deep and whimper his name. Pounding into yourself, wishing it were him. Bucking those hips to meet the thrusts as you imagined it was that big dick of his stretching you out. “I want to stretch you open, (y/n)..wanna make you feel so good, baby..” This was wrong in so many ways…a sin of the utmost caliber but you both loved it! Loved the rush that came along with doing something salacious. Something that neither of you had any business doing.

after all…you were someone else’s. That much apparent by the giant rock glistening from your ring fingering. Even so, it stopped neither of you from crying out and begging for one another because it was only him that could satisfy your body and vice versa. The sounds of your squelching heat ringing out over the speaker of his phone, along with loud moans. Calling him all types of lewd names and all the things you want him to do. They didn’t fall on deaf ears because in a matter of moments, Kyo couldn’t hold back and he couldn’t contain himself. He wanted to fulfill your fantasy more than anything and the thought of that alone was what sent him over the edge. Grunting and cursing as warm beads of pearl colored liquid came gushing over his knuckles. The best nut he’s had in a long time but it can’t be it..he needs more! After all, when lust consumes you, it’s impossible to come out of it. Even when you know it’s morally wrong in every way.

“My husband isn’t home, maybe you should come over and we can really have some fun.”

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layla4567 · 3 months

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Sanji with a reader who loves to collect trinkets (headcanons)

Pairing: Sanji x GN!reader Warnings: slight mention of bullying, beta read A/N: this is entirely inspired in tinkerbell lol

❀ You recently joined the straw hat crew but still became friends with all its members. You were a very curious person and you saw the world through a kaleidoscope of colors, you appreciated the small things that life gave you. And that caught Sanji's attention.

✿ You had boarded that ship for the first time with a large brown shoulder bag, it was hand-woven and had some colored patches all made by you since sewing was also one of your hobbies. You clung to your bag as if it were a life preserver, no one knew what you kept in there but everyone sensed that it must be something of important value to you.

❀ Everyone was very kind to you, respecting your space, secrets and belongings (well, Luffy not so much since he doesn't understand what personal space is). Ussop was very funny and told the best jokes, Luffy was an adventurous captain who liked to give hugs, Nami was a girl with an excellent gift for drawing maps, Zoro was a silent and serious individual but with a beautiful interior and finally there was Sanji. the ship's cook, a blonde with blue eyes with a tongue dipped in honey every time he spoke. Shameless but sweet flirtations slipped from his lips every time he spoke to you. At first you felt a little self-conscious because of his pet names or compliments, but he never crossed the line and would stop if he sensed that you were uncomfortable.

✿ Little by little you became close to him and you realized that, very contrary to what you thought at first, Sanji was not the typical womanizer who flirted with women to feel more virile and then leave them hanging, no, he was a gentleman. He always offered a helping hand, asked how you were doing and if you liked your new home. You weren't sure if he was like that with all the crew members but something inside told you that he was even sweeter with you.

❀ Your room on the ship was comforting, at first you were offered to share a room with Nami but even though you found her very nice you preferred to be alone. When you entered you saw a large wooden trunk like a treasure chest, and you would definitely place several treasures there, but not the ones that people imagine. For you, your best treasures are those you found in the sand, under a rock, hidden in the grass and in the ground, or even what you found near the seashore. You collected small relics of nature and treasured them as if they were diamonds in the rough. You opened your shoulder bag and delicately and lovingly placed what you were carrying: Sea shells, a piece of old paper that seemed to have something written on it, a stone that shone and seemed to be nacre, etc. Many people would think that you only kept rubbish and collected dirt, but you couldn't explain the value that those objects had and the satisfaction you felt when finding something new.

✿ Your room was forbidden to others, no one could enter and if they wanted to talk to you they had to knock on the door. It's not that you were a grumpy hermit, but you were so afraid of someone finding your treasure chest that you didn't want anyone to even come and look. You had a feeling they wouldn't understand you and would make fun of you like everyone else. Although now the straw hats were your friends and seemed like kind people, doubt always remained installed inside you, you were tired of the mockery and prejudices. You couldn't stand even a mean look

❀ Luffy was the most difficult to convince, with Nami and Zoro you had not had much problem since the first had understood that you had your secrets and the second was not interested in entering your room much. Ussop hadn't been a problem either and Sanji, well, after making some flirtatious jokes about "Why would I come into your room, love? Do you even want me to come in?" He respected you and didn't put a single toe near your door. But Luffy… holy crap that boy moved faster like a squirrel, always from here to there. And when you told him that he couldn't enter your room he started to ask why? like a little boy. You didn't want to give him explanations, so since you couldn't muster patience and you were starting to get frustrated, you exclaimed: "DON'T COME INTO MY ROOM AND THAT'S IT" and you walked away stomping.

✿ Poor Luffy, he was sometimes a little intense but he had no bad intentions, he was simply a slightly impulsive person who expressed his emotions eruptively like a volcano. So he didn't understand why you had gotten so angry if he had simply asked you something normal. Ok, maybe he had insisted too much and should have stopped, but he doesn't know when to shut up. After this little "discussion" things had gotten tense and Sanji, like a good Samaritan, had gently approached you to ask if you were okay: "What's wrong, sweetheart? Is everything okay?" His delicacy and tact when speaking made you smile again and you had almost forgotten why you were angry.

❀ When you returned to your room you opened your chest and caressed the objects, a soft green parrot feather you held in your hands. Your fingers brushed the furry part of the feather and soon you felt better. Those objects were all you had, they were everything to you. Every thing you collected had life and told you a story. They held memories and history.

✿ Apparently the captain of the straw hats was somewhat forgetful because one morning while you were sleeping comfortably in your hammock, Pel thought it would be a good idea to enter your room and wake you up with a smile like he usually did with the others. Luffy thought that the problem had already passed but when you finally felt the fine rays of sun on your face you slowly opened your eyes a little sleepy and when you saw him standing there next to you with a happy face you almost fell out of your hammock. Your eyes widened in horror and you jumped up, shouting for him to leave. Luffy got a little scared and looked at you confused. Your screams were heard throughout the ship and soon the other members were standing in front of your closed door, resting their ears on the wood to hear better. Angry and worried that Luffy had seen your chest, you got off the hammock and pushed him towards the door without giving him time to say anything. You opened it and kicked him out roughly while the others quickly walked away from the door and looked at Luffy in surprise.

❀ After that you locked yourself in your room and didn't come out for anything in the world. You felt angry but also ashamed and then sadness followed. The others looked at the captain with disapproval, they knew him and knew that he was a good person but sometimes he did not mediate his impulses and unintentionally hurt others. At dinner you didn't go out or eat anything, Sanji couldn't allow others to go hungry so after everyone had left the table he went to your room and knocked on the door twice: "Hey sweetie, you're not hungry?" "You haven't eaten or gone out all day." You were surprised to hear the cook's sweet voice through the wood, but you didn't want to leave, not yet. Despite your efforts to keep him away, he wouldn't give up: "Come on dove, I promise I won't come in but if you come with me to the kitchen I'll prepare whatever you want." Reluctantly you wiped away your tears and opened the door, quickly closing it behind you.

✿ Sanji noticed your moist and slightly red eyes and couldn't help but worry: "Oh my love, come here, don't cry anymore" He said while hugging you and caressing your hair "I promise to cook your favorite dish or dessert." You smiled shyly against his clothes and you both headed to the kitchen. The cook loved two things in life: cooking for others and helping people, and he did both things perfectly. He went out of his way to care for the crew and that made him happy. You sat on a stool with a downcast face watching what Sanji was cooking. He concentrated on his task but he didn't take his eye off you either, from time to time he looked at you trying to know what was going on in your mind. "Listen, I know Luffy can be very stubborn sometimes, but he really wouldn't hurt anyone, you have to forgive him," Sanji said. You just shrugged your shoulders, "I understand that you don't want to talk about what happened, sweetheart, and I respect it, but if at any time you feel like talking, I'll always be here" Sanji looked at you lovingly and you saw compassion and understanding in his eyes.

❀ When he finished cooking, he gave you the plate and you ate vigorously, you knew it was rude to eat so quickly and put large portions in your mouth (like Luffy) but you hadn't eaten in a while and what Sanji cooked was delicious. He just looked at you funny and more than delighted that you like his food so much. When you finished eating you felt much better and had the strength to tell what was bothering you so much, you felt that you could trust him and that he would not judge you. An atmosphere so trustworthy and healthy had settled between you that you decided to tell him the truth about your treasures. Sanji listened to you attentively and did not take his eyes off you, sometimes he nodded his head, understanding more about you. When you finished speaking you looked at him worried, afraid that he would say some hurtful comment, but that didn't happen. Sanji smiled warmly at you: "You don't have to fear my petal, your hobby is charming in my opinion, I would love to know more" You were pleasantly surprised by his words, the blonde boy had not only said that he liked your hobby but had listened to you without laughing and now looked at you with what could be said to be… love?

✿ The next day your little conversation with Sanji was a well-kept secret in your heart and his. He felt full knowing that you had trusted him and you were happy to have taken a weight off your shoulders. Of course the others looked at you two strangely since sometimes you smiled or gave each other knowing looks. No one had overlooked the fact that you and Sanji were now closer, some had by chance seen the cook wink at you, place a hand on your back when he pulled out the chair for you to sit down, or even flirt more with you.

❀ Yes, you became closer. Sanji had a positive influence on you. One day he approached you and asked you to give Luffy another chance. His voice near your ear tickled you but you decided to follow his advice. Sanji had become a kind of keeper of your secret and you were happy about it. He had proven himself trustworthy. So you decided to "reward" him in some way, you knew it wasn't necessary but that was what your heart told you. One night when everyone was in their rooms you went to the kitchen knowing that Sanji would be there, he smiled at you like he always did and asked you what you needed. You told him you had a surprise for him in your room. You thought you saw a rosy color on his cheeks but you were distracted by his teasing flirtations. Still he followed you behind. When he entered he felt like he was stepping on sacred ground, he didn't even know what your room looked like. A little hesitant, he stood there not knowing whether to walk or not, but you smilingly grabbed his hand and led him to the chest. You crouched down and he imitated you. You solemnly opened the chest and showed them your most precious treasures. Sanji looked at everything with admiration, you showed him a bottle covered with a cork and inside it there were different types of sand. Then he grabbed an old diary that was damaged by humidity, it was missing pages and had a worn spine. You explained to him that you had found it on the beach one day, you asked everywhere for its owner but you couldn't find it and you decided to keep the object. Everything you found, whether old or new, broken or not always given a new use.

✿ While you spoke with true passion, Sanji looked at you smiling, biting his lip from time to time, happy to hear you speak so animatedly and open up more. You were so focused that you didn't realize his proximity until you looked up and saw his face a few centimeters from yours. Your shoulders bumped into his. You felt his gaze on your lips and you pursed them somewhat blushing. He laughed and said "Thank you for sharing this with me, now I also have a treasure to take with me" and immediately kissed your cheek and then left your room. You still felt that heat on your cheek where he had kissed you. Now I also have a treasure to take with me… you didn't know if he was referring to this moment you two had… or to you.

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justmeinatree · 10 months

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Everything updated oldest to newest. Send me a message to be added to taglist !

Requests accepted, not guaranteed. Just ask !

Mostly smut. Everything listed will have a TW when necessary.

Enjoy ✌️

The Greatest Show

a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and a life on the road.

Cocaine, Side Boob, ...

harry wants to go to the beach. and there’s cocaine.

... Choke Him With A Sea View

Part 2 to Cocaine, Side Boob, ... with a hint of subrry.

Step Into The Light

you’re one of the dancers in the lights up video. harry takes a particular liking to you.

So Bright Sometimes

Part 2 to Step Into The Light … harry’s wish comes true.

I’m Not Ever Going Back

Part 3 to Step Into The Light … your wish comes true.

Just A Little Taste

harry plays into your pain kink in a way you never could have imagined (feat. lhh)

Think I’m Losing It

weed makes harry submissive. until it doesn’t.

Your Delicate Point Of View

you & harry switch bodies. and well, you’ve both always been fairly curious.

I Was Thinking About You

part 2 to Your Delicate Point Of View … the next morning.

Black And White Film Camera

photography student harry x reader autumn meet cute.

Oh, I Think She Said

a tooth rotting harryween treat.

A Wet Dream Just Dangling

vampire harry wants to eat you out.

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Made Of Something New

you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

Astoria - Mini Series

you find yourself trapped on a pirate ship, desperate to be saved. or is it the pirate that needs saving …

Let Passion Get Too Much

niall x louis x reader threesome. with a sprinkle of feelings.

Empty As A Bottle Of Wine

niall gets home from tour. you’ve missed each other incredibly.

To Wake Up By Your Side

Part 2 to Empty As A Bottle Of Wine … the next morning.

Stoner Niall - Request

shotgunning with niall.

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you just wanted a cuddle. niall just wanted to dance.

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your first christmas tradition with boyfriend niall.

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his breathy groans caught your attention. his barely dressed, sweaty self convinced you to stay.

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Let Passion Get Too Much

louis x niall x reader threesome. with a sprinkle of feelings.

Open Up And Looking Down

you get home to louis getting stoned & watching porn.

She Is Beauty

louis pisses you off to no end. you admit some things you’ve been hiding. (friends to lovers)

We Are World Class

Part 2 to She Is Beauty … back at louis’ house.

Feeling It The Most

your first time in subspace with louis.

What We Shouldn’t Do

alcohol makes you horny. weed doesn’t help.

Last Night Of Tour - Request

the aftermath of louis’ tank top being ripped off at barricade.

Teasing - Request

as niall’s sister, louis is forbidden from making a move on you. you’re not about to make that easy.

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louis meets you at a meet & greet. and he wants to know you more.

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notinusesworld · 6 months

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“A somber reunion” Crowley x Angel!Reader

a/n: i haven’t actually wrote something this long before so i hope it’s coherent, i am open to constructive criticism though ^^ this is probs one of my favourite things i’ve wrote so far

synopsis: g!n reader, when crowley was an angel, you two was inseparable. you was the angel given the task of creating all the plants on earth. however, after crowley fell, you was forbidden from seeing him. one day, you was given the chance to spend some time on earth, where you found your long lost love

warnings: mentions of him fallen. kinda sad but not written in an upsetting way, fluffy

words: 1.7k 😧

requests are open and encouraged

At the beginning of time, Crowley had the kind of awe and wonder a child would have. You all did. Because, really, the angels were just children. God had only recently brought them into the universe, an empty and cold world, with only one job: to build the world she wants to fulfil her plan. Crowley was left with one of the most incredible jobs of them all: creating the stars that creatures on the soon-to-be-made Earth will gaze upon.

You were also a wide-eyed angel; you created a lot of the plants that populated the Earth. From corals to trees, you had a heavy influence on all of them, and Crowley had an intense interest in you because of it, which led him to develop a deep love for plants. You were even the one that created the beautiful garden of Eden, and so eventually the very apples that would later cause humanity to sin. Crowley thought it was silly to even have a test that could doom humans; you hadn’t thought of it that way until he mentioned it in passing one day.

Mean high school girls didn’t exist yet, but if they did, that would definitely be how you described some of the other angels—they didn’t like Crowley. You never quite understood why; he was very kind and a lot of fun to be with. You believed it was just because he was different; he wasn’t as snobbish as the others.

You both liked to hang around each other a lot. When marriage was invented and Crowley heard of it, he absolutely adored it and wanted to ask you to do it. Until he learned that angels weren’t allowed to, he wasn’t very happy with that fact. But when hugs and cuddles were invented, you spent a lot of time sitting among the stars doing so. After he made the other planets, he liked to take you to your favourite one to gaze upon its beauty together.

Slowly, though, you watched him be shunned by heaven, they didn’t appreciate how often he questioned the divine plan. He started to resent God for how little she seemed to care for her own creations. You tried to guide him, of course, but a lot of the time that just caused you to get in trouble. You watched as he became friends with the soon-to-be fallen and just kind of went along with his friends during Lucifer's rebellion. They all became damned to hell.

You were devastated, of course. You were forbidden to go down to Earth and see him; visiting Hell was unheard of. He was the only one that really seemed to understand you in heaven, and you were frustrated at the system that caused what happened to happen. In your eyes, he was never as vile or as dangerous as the other demons; he was just curious and the smartest person you’ve ever met. You would never say that, of course, in fear of being dammed the same way he was.

You only hear of him occasionally; there are rumours of him being the one who temped Eve and how he’ll eventually be the one to influence the Anti-Christ. You’re not sure what to make of it. On the one hand, after you figured out what love was, you realised that’s what you felt for him, and you couldn’t imagine him doing such terrible things. However, you also realised that he was just doing his job as much as you were; you were the one that created the apple after all. If you didn't, someone else would; he probably thinks the same.

Crowley still thinks of you fairly often. Even though it’s been a thousand years, his feelings for you never went away. But the more time passed, the easier it was for him to deal with the fact that he would probably never see you again. The admiration for plants you fostered in him is still as strong as ever; he spends a lot of time caring for his own. At a certain point, he completely accepted that you may never meet again, but he still loved you as much as he did while humans weren’t even wandering on the Earth yet. The demon is conflicted about these feelings, though; on the one hand, he hates that you’re still a part of a system that screws people over. But on the other hand, he knew how pure your heart was and that the other demons would eat you alive if you fell like him. He thinks being separated from you was one of the worst punishments he faced, and also the fear that you now hate him for being a demon.

It’s now the 20th century, specifically the roaring 60s. You’ve been getting fed up with all your beautiful trees being destroyed and have requested to go down to Earth to try and guide humanity into making better decisions on how they’re treating the world. You spent a lot of time building the rainforest. You knew not many humans would take refuge within them, and so you created a massive diversity of plants and trees, all working together in harmony, being sure to make it the perfect home for hundreds of species for fellow angels to populate the world with. It broke your heart to see it being treated with such cruelty.

To your surprise, your request was accepted, and you were able to travel down to Earth, only needing to report back once a week. You haven’t been to Earth in a long time, the last time being during the great flood to ensure all the plants made it through safely. Earth is very different from what it was back then. You decided to land in London to start. Being one of the biggest cities in the world, you thought it was a good start to find good people that would be able to make a change.

There was another motive, of course. You do not dare speak to another soul. Not even to yourself. As you adjusted to the time, you found yourself roaming around the city more and more, hoping to even get a glimpse of the man you sought. The streets were full of colour and hope in the postwar era. You were worried you would stick out like a sore thumb in white, but to your delight, you seemed just as normal as everyone else around you. You found refuge among botanists and florists, ecstatic that there’s humans on this planet that appreciate your work the way they do.

You were pleased to see how humans are becoming more loving and accepting of others with all the counterculture movements. You had no trouble finding people that were able to adopt the “save the trees” movement, as you called it, and hundreds of trees have already been planted around Britain so far. The issues of what happens to the climate when there’s a lack of trees have been integrated into a lot of political movements slowly. You feel hopeful, but you also know that in about a century, and all of your hard work will be erased, no matter what you do, which upsets you.

It took a few weeks until you finally saw it. “A.Z. FELL & Co.” You’re not sure what drew you to the location; you can tell another angel has had an influence over it. However, it was closed. You decided to miracle yourself in anyway. The bell rings as a voice can be heard behind the tall book shelf. “Didn’t you read the sign? We’re closed! How did you get in here any-?"

The man stopped in his tracks at seeing you gently shutting the door behind you; he was unable to finish his sentence and just looked at you with the same kind of expression you expect from someone who just saw a ghost. You, however, looked more like a child who just found out they'd gotten a puppy on Christmas day.

You walk towards him and say, “Crowley! Do my eyes deceive me, or is that really you?” He does not answer, still looking at you with his mouth slightly agape. You cannot tell where he’s looking due to his glasses. When you get close enough, instead of responding, he just pulls you into a tight embrace. You hug him back, of course. It’s been a long time since you’ve had one, the last being from him before the revolution.

“My dear Crowley. I’m so sorry it took me so long to be able to find you again.” You say it softly, almost at a whisper, while moving your hand to his hair. “I thought you were never coming back.” His voice cracks, as if he were stopping himself from crying.

You pull back slightly at this, hoping to meet his eyes. You raise your hand in an attempt to take off his glasses; he, however, holds onto your wrist in an attempt to stop you. “I don’t think you actually want them off.” He chuckles, but you can tell he doesn’t actually mean it in a playful way.

You look at him intensely and say, “I’m quite sure I do.” You continue to move your hand despite his still being on your wrist. Lifting up the glasses, you look deep into his pale yellow snake eyes; you weren’t expecting it, in all honesty, and you weren’t sure how to react. You didn’t mind it, but it shocked you. He looked embarrassed.

You move the glasses to the top of his head. Now, you didn’t actually know what a kiss was until recently, when you saw it in a film. You didn’t quite understand it, what the appeal was. Until this moment, that is. Crowley pulled you into one. His lips met yours; you weren’t too sure of what to do, so you just closed your eyes and tried to kiss back. It was soft and warm—even better than a hug, you thought to yourself.

When he pulled away, he hugged you once again, burying your face in his chest. “You’re a terrible kisser.” He smirked, you felt his heart racing against your face. “Well, I didn’t know of it until recently!” You mumble against him. His hold on you was tight; you felt as if you couldn’t move. He was afraid of letting you go in case you disappeared; he was worried you were only a figment of his imagination.

After a few moments of silence, he whispers, “I want you to stay with me.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! i wasn’t sure how to end it exactly so i’ll let you lovely people reading it to decide, if you’d like to send me a message through my requests about what you think would happen from there then feel free, id love to read them!

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moronkombat · 6 months

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okay so I’ve never done this before 😭

but can I request a nsfw work on Tomas being frustrated over how Bi-Han treats him that he sleeps with Bi-Han’s wife who also loves Tomas 👀 like Tomas is so frustrated and Bi-Han’s wife offers him leverage even if it’s cheating on Bi-Han?

decided to take some creative liberties with this prompt and made it into tomas is frustrated with bi-han and decides he's going to take his frustrations out on bi-han's sweet little wife

tw: afab pronouns and anatomy, dub/noncon, breeding kink/pregnancy mention unprotected sex

Tomas had known her since he first came to join the Lin Kuei family. She had been the daughter of a close family friend and someone Tomas had become rather fond of her. She sweet, kind and always very understanding. The very opposite of Bi-Han and yet his eldest brother had been the one to capture her heart. When he saw the two of them embrace each other, Tomas felt as if nothing in the world would ever go right for him.

No matter how hard he tried to win her favor, she always had eyes for the cryomancer. Yes, she and Tomas spent time together but it was never anything more than a cordial and friendly chat between friends. Tomas wanted so much more than just friends. Yet she remained with Bi-Han and when he heard word of their proposal Tomas truly felt lost.

For years he has kept these envies to himself, watching from just the corner of his eye when Bi-Han and her were together. She smiles so sweetly with him. Never did she smile like that around Tomas. Though, this beautiful flower always kind, no matter the occasion. He treats Tomas with grace, respect and care. Did her husband share this trait? No.

Whatever Tomas seemed to do, Bi-Han was critical and disapproving. They do not share blood. They are not brothers. Tomas could never change that, he never could hope to. This day no exception as Tomas had been reminded of his commoner status yet again by his eldest brother. His only option to stand there and listen to this verbal lashing, waiting to be dismissed.

Upon his dismissal, Tomas had sought refuge in one of the dojos. There he stands, hand covering his brow, as he ponders all the failures Bi-Han saw him as. It isn't fair. It isn't right. Why is Tomas always met with such contempt when all he tries to do is receive acceptance?

"Tomas?" her voice an instant calming flow, "Thought I would find you here?"

A hand slides down the length of his face and he turns to look at the one who has always accepted him. Eyes softened, lips curved and offering a smile...she always so divine, so perfect. Tomas finds himself sighing and relaxing into the wall. Footsteps approach and her warmth radiates close. There's something tingling up his spine while she stands with him. So close, so close.

"'My husband giving you trouble, again?" Comes her inquisition and Tomas need not even answer her. Her posture and overall demeanor softens. "I'm sorry. It isn't right for him to become so upset with you."

His heart hangs heavy. It always her apologizing for Bi-Han behavior for his mistreatment of others. It is enraging to know that someone so sweet takes on the burdens of a brother most vile. Tomas can hear her voice, the words she says always so lovely, but he is unable to listen. No, his grey eyes merely watch her plush and tender lips move. Are they soft? They must be...they be so soft and comforting. Eyes continue their path...such a slender neck, smooth and warm skin.

Tomas can't stop himself not when eyes fall upon her chest. How unfair seeing the fabric stretch like that. Large breasts hide beneath it, just begging to be revealed. Fingers twitch as he imagines what it's like to hold them against his palms. What else could his hands do? That waist of hers...so tight and begging to be grabbed and pulled. Push and pull against his body again and again.

Shit...why does she have to do this? How can she be so cruel to taunt him with her body that so forbidden to him. It's not fair. It's not right. Nothing ever has gone right for Tomas, why does she have to rub it in by standing there looking so...tempting?!

Desire, so much of it, how is expected not to drown? Hands that flinch and wince now spring to life. They grab, they shove and he hears her shriek. Bodies pressed together, she trapped and ensnared and Tomas holds the key to escape. Large hands encompass her wrists, holding her against a wall. She struggles, squirming and writhing against him. Feels good...it feels so good!

Tomas pressed himself as close as he can to her, hot breath dancing against a slim neck. A stiff erection begins to burn and Tomas is so desperate for relief while she continues to move against his body. A tongue so damp licks at her skin and shaking hands begin to roam uncharted territory. The fabric of her dress so pretty against begging palms. He hears her pleading with him, asking him what he's doing and why but Tomas can only hear how delicious her voice sounds like this.

Hips begin to buck, rutting up against her to establish some sort of friction for his growing arousal. None of Tomas can remain still when he has her captured like this. He gropes and caresses all the curves he can. Pulling at her dress to better reveal secrets he could have never dreamed of revealing. Yet here she is, supple breasts exposed that Tomas quickly latches himself onto.

There's a new noise at his ears then, something very dangerous and it shoots right down to Tomas' desperate cock. She's whining, it feels good? He's making her feel good. Invigorated, Tomas begins to luck and suck at perked and blushing nipples. So easily his lips encompass such a beautiful little bud and how perfectly his tongue swirls around it. There's more of those pretty sounds from her and Tomas uses an unoccupied hand to bring her hand to his hard erection.

He can feel her wrist attempting to pull away. How dare she. Doesn't she know he's like this because of her? Because she is always walking around flaunting that lewd body of hers. This is her fault. There is only her to blame for what's happening. Tomas' grip on her wrist steels and he begins manipulating her hand so that she caresses him through his trousers.

"T-Tomas...!" Words are finally coherent again. "Please, you don't mean to do this!"

It is her attempt to reason with him, to still he the very good in him that Bi-Han could never see. Tomas groans and moves his lips from her breast torrid and wild. "Tom-!"

He can't hear her again, lips are pressed onto hers so rough and desperate. Even as she tries to resist, his tongue and hers still collide so gracefully.

"So pretty, you're so pretty." Tomas whines against her in that moment of breath. "I gotta taste you. You're making me go crazy. Fuck, you're always teasing me."

Panicked, afraid, she looks to him. "Tomas, I don't know what you're talking about! Ple-!" She screams, her world spinning as eyes come to witness the wall.

There's a gasp, hands are pulling her hips and soon she feels herself being bent over. She has no choice but to place her palms flat against the wall if she did not want to tumble. Her legs are moved apart and a dress is hiked up around her waist. Over her shoulder she is met with the wild and drunk gaze of her dear friend Tomas.

Bending down, he can feel himself shaking and trembling as he looks at her soaked panties. She's wet, so wet, practically dripping and she knows it too. There is a great shame within her, knowing she's been turned on by someone other than her husband but her body cannot deny pleasure no matter who gives it.

"You're so wet here." Tomas muses, pressing finger against the warmth of her panties. "So sticky...fuck, I gotta taste your pussy."

Her mouth parts to protest but there is only a moan as the flat of his tongue lays against her clothed pussy. Such a betraying moan, she bites her lip to keep herself quiet but Tomas does not stop. His tongue tangos against her nectar stained panties, pushing and sucking. Nails claw at the wall and thighs shake that he teases her like this. Why does it feel so amazing? She loves her husband so much but...this just feels so good!

Teeth slip and her moans are freed into the empty air. Such pretty music she makes for him and Tomas is only fueled to keep going. "You like this, baby? You like me teasing you pussy like this?"

No, this is so filthy. Bi-Han has never talked to her like this. No, Bi-Han always so sweet with his words but Tomas...so cruel and yet why does something within her twist and turn so tightly?

"Ah, you're getting even more wet. You must be really perverted, huh? So fucking hot..." Tomas breathes before continuing. He not even touching her core directly and still he has her moaning like this. "S-Shit, you just can't keep quiet. I'm gonna end up cumming just from listening to you."

That would be her salvation, wouldn't it? If he came now, then nothing could progress further. Please, please just finish! But there is no salvation awaiting her. No, instead her panties are pulled away and cool air greets her. No, no! Tomas could cum from just the sight of her pretty little pussy. Such a lovely color...Tomas quivers, fuck he needs to take her now

Sounds of clothing shifting and Tomas holds the base of his hard and thick length. The tip slides against her pussy, coating it so sticky in beautiful glistening wetness. She gasps and begins to beg. "No...! No Tomas don't! Please!"

Her pleas fall so silent, Tomas will not be denied that which should have always been his. His hands grab onto her hips, pushing into soft skin. "I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? I just gotta fuck you. I've always wanted to so...you'll let me, right?"

Words are spoken yet Tomas seems not to be interested in a response. Eyes captured by madness, there is no shred of hesitation left within him now.

"No, wait! Stop!" She tries again but she should have learned that there is no happy ending for her. Tomas' length rubs against her wet pussy, coating it in all her slick and warmth. She can hear him panting just from this, she knows he is excited to fuck her. He's so eager, desperately rutting himself against her in an attempt to enter her.

"S-Shit, it won't go in..." Tomas breaths as he rushes to penetrate that which does not belong to him. He moves a hand to stabilize himself and finally the bulbous and engorged tip spreads her apart. Eyes fly open and a back in bending. No...No! Walls are pried apart as his cock makes its shaky way inside her. Further and further those spongy walls are pulled apart but oh do they cling and wrap around him.

Tomas is moaning, watching as her greedy pussy swallows up his cock from tip to base. Hips slam together and now he is fully nestled inside. The warmth, the comfort, there no better bliss than to be engulfed by her. Tomas lightly swivels his hips, this length moving so snugly against her insides and she cries out.

"You're so tight...sucking me in like that. Such a great pussy. Damn, babe, I can hardly move you're clinging to me so much." She hates that he is right. She hates how her pussy so quickly wrapped around his cock as if he were her dear husband. Tomas can only move his hips shallowly, allowing her pussy to adjust to the foreign intrusion. Her mind knows this is wrong, that she only wants to ever do something like this with her husband but the body wants what it craves. Right now it craves the maelstrom that is Tomas.

Brows pinch together and fingers bruise tender flesh, Tomas can't tolerate this pace any longer. He needs more, he will have more. Skin against skin, the slap of it such a beautiful symphony that fills the room as he begins to fuck her tight little cunt raw. Each thrust brings forth a moan from both of them.

"So good, you feel so good." words slip between breaths as Tomas continues to ravage her. "Your cunt is so fucking tight. It feels like you're suffocating me, babe. Shit, your pussy is the best."

The words have her sick yet his body has her reaching divinity more and more. His cock stretches and fills up all of her, she can feel him so deep inside.

"T-Tomas...please..-" words cannot continue, the moans and mewls leave no room for them.

The sound of his names coming from her lewd and plush lips has Tomas throbbing and straining inside her. "Y-Yeah! Say my name again! Fuck, say my name again, babe!"

She resists, biting her bottom lip and sucking it in. No, she can't. She mustn't moan the name of another man. Her silence is infuriating and Tomas grits his teeth. A hand raises only to come down upon the flesh of her round and shapely ass. The skin there like rippling waves and her entire body tensing and Tomas feels every little bit of it.

"S-Shit! You're squeezing my dick so much! Fuck, you like that? Fucking dirty bitch...!" So horrible, so wonderful. No, this can't be.

Once again his hand punishes her and she can only whimper and shake under him. Her body responds the same, with lust and treachery. She thinks of Bi-Han and her eyes close. Apologies ring in her head over and over again. They compete with the corruption that is pleasure and all of its temptations.

"Such a good slut. God, I love you so much. You feel amazing!" Words from him begin to strain as colors so unspeakable begin to rise into view. "I just can't stop fucking you."

Her body never wants him to stop. The sex he gives so brutal, so feral. They like animals mating with the way they move and moan. Her head is dizzy, her pussy is wet and dripping, it's so good, it's too good.

"T-Tomas..!" A bond is broken, a name is said. "Tomas! I-I can't...!"

She can and she will. Tomas slams himself into her abused cunt again and again, the sounds of their sex so mind numbing. "That's it! Say my name again! S-Shit...I'm not gonna last...!"

Horror, terror, the realization. He's going to cum, he's going to finish soon. No! No! Please not that! "N-Not...inside! You can't!" Those the only words she can manage but they are not the words Tomas wanted.

"Inside? Yeah, Imma cum inside you. I'm gonna cum inside your slutty pussy." Tomas steels himself, he will have no other option. It is his right to do so. She always belonged to him. "Fuck that...idiot Bi-Han. Stealing you from me like that. You should be my wife."

The heat, it is rising it is coiling. Her walls tremble to match his throbbing length. Together they dance, together they reach the sky. Such beautiful rhythms around his cock she provides as her orgasm overtakes her into the pits of calamity.

Her undoing only fuels Tomas and the twisted thoughts within his head. "Yeah, yeah that's right. Cum on my cock! You fucking love it. You love when I fuck you!"

It should have been him. It should have always been him. What would Bi-Han think now? What would he think if he saw his wife having sex with his inferior brother? The thought drives Tomas to manic raptor.

"I'm gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up real nice. Hey..." wicked thoughts become villainous. "How about I cum inside of you and get you knocked up? Yeah, I think I'll fuck a baby into you. That'll show Bi-Han."

Bi-Han, her husband, the love of her life. The man who she promised herself to but now here she is being fucked by another and cumming around his cock. Her thoughts are ripped away as Tomas sharply pulls on her arm, forcing her back to curve and bend.

A craned neck, moans cannot hide themself and go birthed into the warm air. Tomas groans, Tomas grunts, driven now by a sinister purpose. He'll fuck her so full. He'll paint her insides until there will be no choice but to remember him forever. He loves her. He loves her so much.

Strings of white pearls erupt within a warm and welcoming home. So painted, so tarnished. His cock so buried inside her, he's cumming so much. It's never ending, there's too much! Tomas pulls from her cum stained pussy, spurts still releasing and sticking to her now reddening ass. So sticky and sweet he has made her, watching over her body as she falls to the floor, spent and used.

Tomas pants, enjoying the masterpiece he has created. She lays so cold, eyes filled with tears and pussy so filled with seed that didn't belong to her husband. She cannot move, she cannot bring herself to do much of anything.

Behind her there is movement and the youngest Lin Kuei brother is fixing his clothes, getting himself ready to depart.

"That was really great!" so casual, as if nothing had happened. "We'll have to have fun like that again. Fuck you were just as good as I always thought."

Now he would never have to only imagine it. Now he has the experience to relish in and return to. Turning to leave, Tomas pauses before opening the door.

"Oh and you won't tell Bi-Han, right? Hah, what am I saying, of course you won't tell him!"

Why is he right?

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mandu-17 · 6 months

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DREAMCATCHER reaction to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap

Requested by: @marrynikole

Request: Dreamcatcher reacting to their girlfriend sending them a thirst trap 👀

A/N: this request is soooo cool, i'm sorry for the long wait

Jiu

The moment Jiu saw the picture you sent, her eyes were blown wide. She quickly looked around to make sure no one else could see your half naked body displayed on her phone. Gosh you looked so good, she thought with a loud gasp. The other members looked at her questioningly, she had to give them a poor excuse that she just saw a cute phone case on sale, but luckily they bought it and didn’t dig any deeper. Everyone knew how Jiu could get at phone cases.

Trapped at work all she could do was to imagine the naughty things she’d do to you if she’d been there. For the rest of the schedule, Jiu stayed quiet with her mind running wild. Next time she’ll see you, she’ll have to teach you a lesson - torturing her the way you did was strictly forbidden.

Sua

Sua’s screams were nothing new to anyone who’d known anything about Dreamcatcher. This time her scream was surprisingly even more high pitched. You just sent her a thirst trap. While she was working her ass off, adding final touches to the new choreography. Sua couldn’t remember the last time she felt so frustrated. You were so far away, it was not fair. Despite having pure intentions, truly wanting to create a dancing masterpiece - she knew the practise was over. There was no way she’d be able to focus on anything else now. A defeated sigh left her mouth as she packed her bag in a hurry before announcing the end of work. She was speeding through the city late at night, feeling this wild urge as if your body was calling out for her.

Siyeon

Poor Siyeon was pouting at her phone. She was so far away and it was very late. Everyone was asleep already, as her and the members had left Seoul for few days to shoot a new variety show. Like a lost puppy she could only look and admire the beautiful shape of your body. Her finger traced your curves on the screen, but she would give anything up in order to have you physically by her side. Oh, the things she’d do... Two could play this game though, she smiled after a moment of realization. She wrote what she’d do if you were together. Before she really acknowledged it, she pressed ‘send’ to a message that was describing her intentions incredibly well. You replied right away. Who said sexting wasn’t allowed?

Handong

Dongie’s mouth fell open, but her hand was fast to cover it. Before anyone could see what was on her phone she locked it. With a deep breath, Chinese looked around the room - she tried to stay calm or at least appear to be fine. Handong gulped thickly and excused herself from the almost full recording studio. She found a place to sit in the hall, that’s where she clicked on your message again and let her eyes wander properly. A disappointed sigh left her lips. Why would you do that to her? Why would you send something like that when you perfectly knew that it’d only make her blood boil? She definitely had to take care of you so that you had some boundaries. Simulating feeling sick suddenly became a very tempting idea, she smirked.

Yoohyeon

Yoohyeon literally choked on the water she was drinking causing many eyes to turn in her direction. She quickly apologized and affirmed that she was fine before heading off to the quiet corner of the room. Then she was able to take a decent look at the pic you’d sent. Utterly frustrated, she bit her lip hating the fact that all she could do for now was to stare at the screen. Gosh, she wanted to touch you again. Frankly speaking you got her worked up within a second. It took one silly thirst trap for her to forget about the whole world. Trying her best not to blush too much, she responded with a short text and put the phone away. It was a busy day with no hope of going home early, Yooh had to focus on her job. The sooner she’ll be done the sooner you’d be in her arms.

Dami

Dami had to clear her throat. It became dry once she opened her chat with you. With no hesitation, she went to the nearest bathroom hoping for some privacy. She wouldn’t bare it if anyone at the company saw the things you were sending. It’d be very embarrassing. Very. Back to the situation you put her in, Dami shook her head slightly amused at how desperate you could get for her. Her fingers already working on a response, as tip of her tongue swirled across her top lip. She had to be fast, entire team was getting ready to perform on stage. Sharp yet playful message was perfect, it’ll only get you worked up more for her, as she had job to do for now. Afterwards she’ll additionally remind you not to provoke her in the future.

Gahyeon

Gahyeon’s blush was deep red. She was very whiny that day. It was cold, she was tired and now you were only adding fuel to the flames. On the other hand, she was simply amazed at the realization that it was so easy for you to make her want you more. Not even five minutes had passed and she was already feeling hot, breathing a bit heavier. She had never felt this way before. Ever since you entered her life you had coloured every piece of it. The fact that Dreamcatcher still had two more interviews planned that day kept Gahyeon slightly in check. A sneaky thought crossed her foxy mind though, she started to look for excuses in order to leave work earlier than usual. One time wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

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xxoxobree · 2 months

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His Angel (Prelude)

Miles Morales E42 x Angel Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of religious themes, depression, insecurities

You were from a different world, a being of light, something that the world below deemed perfect, something that humans wished to be in the afterlife. What humans didn't know is that they weren't that different. Your kind had feelings too, mostly feelings of happiness. Who wouldn't be happy in a paradise where the streets are literal solid gold? Days filled with endless sunshine, with every color imaginable streaked across the skies. The air, clean and crisp, renewing you with each breath. Blooming flowers swaying in the gentle breeze, filling the air with an amazing aroma. Fluffy clouds scattered across the sky, inviting you to bounce from one to the other. But you weren’t like the rest of your kind, and you knew it the day your conscience exploded into existence.

Your halo appeared to be smaller than the others and didn't sparkle as much. Your wings weren't as fluffy, with grey feathers running through them. The only thing that seemed to radiate on you was your beautiful brown skin.

You always tried to embrace and love your differences, knowing that others saw you as an anomaly. You even went through the excruciating pain of plucking out each and every one of your grey feathers, hoping that they would regrow as white and "normal.", they never did.

You would describe yourself as friendly, always wearing a smile and eager to connect with any other angel who would be willing to look beyond your appearance. But most angels would quickly avert their gaze or simply ignore you as if you didn't exist. This made you stop trying over time, and your once sweet smile faded, replaced by a hardened expression. A feeling of loneliness grew in your heart while you resided in the great beyond.

Being alone and without anyone to keep you company, you often found yourself spending most of your time on the edge, gazing down and becoming immersed in the world of humans below. Days would pass as you twirled your fingers around in the fluffy clouds, your chin resting in your hands. You would listen to the humans, learning their names, repeating phrases you heard them use, dancing along to music you didn’t quite understand. They were happy, something that seemed foreign to you now as a being that is supposed to be eternally happy. They felt sadness and anger, which was a normal part of their human experience. They got to feel! Watching them sparked a new feeling within you, one that didn't belong in your heavenly home: envy.

A sense of longing started to settle in before too long after eons of watching. You would reach out your hand, stretching as far as you could, hoping to touch the human world, hoping to get a chance to become one of them.

You've heard a phrase that the humans you watched said a lot: "be careful what you wish for." And you were finally starting to understand it the day you were summoned by the supervisor of the guardian angels, Eden. He was named after the famous garden that you've managed to visited a few times, the closest you’ve ever got to your dream of life on earth. Your heart fluttered as you glided along the sky to meet him . What could he possibly want with you? You thought to yourself that you had certainly done it now, done too much, and gotten too close to the human world, which was strictly forbidden if you weren't sent on guardian duty. Shivers ran down your body as you thought about the punishments, being cast out on earth, forced to live in the shadows, or even worse, being bound in chains under the earth.

Your gaze caught the tall statuesque figure pacing slowly, his eyes fixed on the human world as they always were. You cleared your throat and spoke, "Hello Eden, it's a pleasure to meet with you." Eden's eyes never left the world below, but he spoke gently as ever, his voice sounding like a flowing stream. "It's nice to meet you too, I've heard a lot about you, my dear." You looked down at your feet, a look of defeat on your face. Surely Eden hadn't heard anything good about you. "You did?" you answered. Eden spun around, and this was the first time you actually got to see his features - piercing blue eyes and dazzling blonde hair. His face was divine yet hardened, like a warrior ready to go into battle. Your mouth opened to say something, anything, but the words failed to come out. Eden spun back around, his eyes locked on the world below as he began to pace again. "Yes, I've heard of your time spent looking at Earth. The Earth is quite fascinating, young one, but also very cruel." You scrunched up your face in confusion, and a million thoughts ran through your mind. Eden spoke again, "I can feel your confusion, young one, your longing, and that's why I've called you.”

Your heart fluttered with anticipation as you waited for his next words. Finally, the words left his mouth. I'll give you a chance, y/n. I'll assign you a life to protect." You were frozen in disbelief. It seemed too good to be true. You blinked, expecting it to be some cruel joke from Eden, mocking your desire to be anywhere but here. "What do you mean?" you managed to ask. He motioned for you to come closer. As you approached, your eyes locked onto the same sight as Eden's. A woman, average height, with the same radiant skin complexion as you and long curly hair pulled into a side braid. "She's beautiful," you said, a warm smile spreading across your face. Eden nodded. "But she's not the one for you. I have a more interesting assignment in mind." You turned to face Eden, tilting your head in confusion. "More interesting?" you thought to yourself. Curiosity and excitement surged through your body. "Look," Eden said. The door of the house swung open, revealing another human. A boy. His hair resembled his mother's, but hung on both sides. His jawline was sharp, and he appeared to be around your age in human years. He also had a striking resemblance to the beautiful woman. It suddenly dawned on you: she was his mother.

"Hmm," you hummed, your curiosity piqued. Eden then locked eyes with you, his gaze intense. "Miles Morales, 16-years old in human years, has lost his father. He's a special case, and I am entrusting you with his very life. Do not fail me," Eden said firmly. In a flash of bright light, Eden disappeared, leaving you with a whirlwind of unanswered questions.

You sighed, settling onto the soft, fluffy clouds beneath you, watching the life form that had now become your responsibility to protect. The weight of being a protector now seemed like too much to bear. You had always dreamed of experiencing life among the humans, but you had never imagined it would come with such responsibility.

It was nighttime in the human world. Time didn't really matter in this realm, but you watched as Miles, the name of the boy that Eden mentioned, was snug in his bed. You decided that now was the perfect opportunity to cross over and observe the boy, familiarizing yourself with your new duty. As you stood up and stretched your wings, you could hear the soft rustle of your feathers. With a heavy heart, you took your first step, saying bye to your heavenly home. A tear rolled down your face as a bittersweet feeling washed over you. You gracefully glided through the cold void between the heavens and the earth, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You couldn't help but wish for a better way to travel to the earth but you made it. The bedroom of Miles Morales.

Please leave comments if you’ve read😭 let me know if you liked it and what you’d like to see next in this series

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tybaltsjuliet · 2 years

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If you have the time, I'd love to hear more of your opinions about how Belle's aesthetic should be Gothic Heroine™ instead of Smart™. Can you elaborate on what that means?

for sure!

so, first off, this is all rooted in how i feel that intelligence is vastly overhyped and overstated as belle's Defining Trait. it's quite lazy, to my mind, that she has been deemed The Smart Princess because She Reads Books. ariel displays far more intellectual curiosity about the human world than belle does about anything. tiana is a successful businesswoman and mulan is a full-on war strategist by the time their stories conclude! i would sooner call them The Smart Princesses, whereas i think belle is far more defined by her passionate heart, her willingness to throw herself into danger, and her yearning for adventure. of course, those aren't terribly descriptively snappy, so i like to say belle is The Gothic Heroine Princess, as shorthand, because of the atmosphere of beauty and the beast and because she is a Capital R Romantic.

take the things we meet her reading, for one:

“i just finished the most wonderful story about a a beanstalk and an ogre and...”

“far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!”

“here's where she meets prince charming, but she won't discover that it's him till chapter three!”

this isn't to say that people who enjoy fairy tales and fantasy aren't intelligent, or that they aren't intellectually stimulating genres (consider villeneuve's full, literary “beauty and the beast” - if you want a fairy tale to rotate around your brain for months, that's it!) but intellectual stimulation is not what belle is focusing on. she delights in reading for the escapism - the adventure, the magic, and the romance that she craves.

and, speaking of which, for all the jokes people make her about her Daily Mean Song (and i do think that tweet is extremely funny), she's not even intellectually snobbish! the most derision in that vein she ever gives is in response to gaston - “well, some people use their imaginations.”/”you are positively primeval.” - who fully deserved it in the moment, because he was disrespecting her, her book, and generally behaving like a boor!

yeah, she remarks on the poor, provincial town and its little people, but what is her chief complaint? “every day like the one before.” “every morning just the same since the morning that we came.” yeah, she remarks that there’s no one in the town she can really talk to - but it’s clear from the opening number that it’s not that it’s because she thinks she’s better than them, but because they think she is the strange one!

leaving those thoughts aside, it’s also worth noting that throughout, belle acts far more from her heart than her head, relying on her emotions. racing off alone into the woods to try to find her father is not smart. sacrificing herself to become the prisoner of the beast is not smart. going into the west wing, after being expressly forbidden to do so by the beast, is not smart. for all she knows, the beast could have killed her for that. and defying gaston publicly, in front of his mob of angry villagers - decidedly not smart! and belle does not give a fuck, because she is The Gothic Heroine Princess, and she knows instinctively that her Capital R Romanticism will save the day. her good judgment of character - distrusting gaston, for instance - is often cited as another example of her intelligence, and it is - but that is something else that’s rooted in emotional intelligence versus intellectual intelligence. her emotional strength - her compassion and her passion, her sense of adventure and her sense of what is right, no matter what the rest of the world tells her to do and feel and think - is what gets her through her ordeals in the village that ostracizes and rejects her, as well as the enchanted castle with danger and mystery around every corner. (indeed, the line between “enchanted castle” and “haunted castle” is but a gossamer thread, and she makes that castle her home.)

and, of course, there is absolutely nothing more gothic heroine than falling in love with disney’s very first byronic hero.

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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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throttle | jjk - three

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven

warnings - car sex (yay), talk of wet dreams, jaykay is down so incredibly bad, talk of buying a fuck toy just to cope with how much he wants YOU, reader on top, unprotected sex, huge cawk jk, missionary (in a car! very cramped!! but he does it for YOU <3), jk is chatty during sex (like, actually chatty), mentions of politics, mentions of drugs, the plot is plotting, jin is sexy, namjoon is a prick, jungkook is losing his god damn mind, OH and! the oc is given a nickname - she's CC (ceecee) he he he

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minors dni // posted to wp late 2021 // series masterlist

There's a symbiotic nature to the way in which your bodies move together.

You're the moon, Jungkook your tides.

You work in tandem to turn the earth, finding peace in the rhythm that you provide one another. He'll reflect your beauty back at you, and you'll drag him to the shores; offer him respite that he didn't realise he needed until you came around.

It's a fantastical way to think about it, whimsical and ridiculous, but it's the only way that any justice is given to it.

Foolish, some may say, to compare a man to such a vast and complex ecosystem, but you think that maybe there are worlds inside of Jungkook that nobody will ever get to know. Some that maybe he isn't even aware of - but you want to be. You want to learn him. What makes him tick, what gets those dimples of his showing.

It's a fantasy. A what-if. A world of possibilities in the vessel of an impossibly handsome man, carved of stone, filled with feathers. Gentle to the touch, hard on your heart.

Funny thing is, Jungkook kind of regards you to be a fantasy, too. Make-believe. A story told to kids about princesses so pretty they're put to sleep at the tops of towers. The unattainable elite, who are somehow a friend to all, and an enemy to just one.

Jungkook knows better than to let himself indulge in the fallacy of you. It's a misconception he's dreamt up; a romanticisation of the reality that he loathes so much.

He isn't really sure why he's letting himself get so caught up with you. Maybe he just thinks he can keep you at arm's length if he keeps you as part of his imagination.

Which is ironic, given the way his arm is tight behind your back as your hips roll on top of his lap. Can't really get much closer than his cock being inside of you.

There's just something about the way you look at him - the little glances beneath your long lashes and the roll of your eyes - that makes him unable to stay away from you. He keeps coming back for more. Again and again.

You're like crack, he thinks. He's never done it, but he's seen enough poor sods trying to ween themselves of it. The withdrawals are akin to the way he feels when you're not around.

He's always been this way; attracted to the things he knows he shouldn't be. You're not the first forbidden fruit he's ever tried, but he's got a taste for them now. He doubts you'll be the last - unless you're the one that finally poisons him.

As he breathes you in, lips on yours, a hand in your hair, the other on your hip, Jungkook knows that you could, in fact, very well be his last - but he doesn't care.

You're still dressed, missing the intimacy of his skin sticking to yours, but neither of you could wait.

The backseats are icy cold, so your tights have just been pulled off, soaked underwear pushed to the side so that his cock - which has barely been set free from the confines of his trousers, still at the top of his thighs - can push up into you as quickly as possible.

The way his hands grip onto your ass makes up for the lack of skin on skin. He's in control, pulling you up and down his shaft like his own personal sex toy.

Maybe that's what he should do, instead - get himself a toy. A fleshlight. Or maybe even one of those fake torsos, the ones with a perfectly hairless cunt and a bolted-on pair of tits, so that he can mimic the way he grips onto your waist as he does it. That'd solve his problems. Stop him from screwing you. Maybe.

He could fuck himself into it; the silicone a pathetic replica of the silky feeling your walls provide him with, and spill his seed into it while he thinks about you. He could even circle his lips around the plump pussy, have his tongue toy with the labia, dipping down into the leaky hole he'd have stretched out with his thick cock. Lick it all up like a good boy, like he did the last time - but you wouldn't be there to swallow it. He'd have to eat his own cum, and that's just never as much fun.

Plus he remembers the ways your legs clamped around his head as you came, so tight he swore his skull could have cracked.

A sex toy would never have him fearing for his life (although he would die from embarrassment if Jimin ever found it), not the way that you do.

In his sheets, in his car, in his life in general; you're a threat to it. To him. And the acknowledgement of this gets his cock all hard and angry - engorged, flushed red at the tip, leaky - when he's alone and thinking about you at night.

Wet dreams had been reserved for his teenage years, but he'd woken up to damp sheets twice since he'd met you.

The first time, about three weeks ago, he was confused; the head of his cock, still a little firm, peeking out the waistband of his Calvin Kleins, a puddle of his semen gathering in his belly button. He'd poked at it a little, his sleepy yet deliriously horny brain not quite awake yet. Tracing his toned chest with his fingers tips, he ghosted his abs as delicately as he wanted to touch your body - and then he realised.

Or should that be remembered.

Remembered the pair of eyes he'd seen as he checked the rearview mirror in his dream. Didn't matter that the car was somehow driving along that little damp area where the sand meets the sea, or that he also seemed to have been wearing inflatable shoes. It was the eyes - sultry and subdued, sunset catching in your irises - that had his cock getting plump in his sleep.

'Show me all of you,' whispered in a hushed tone, and followed with 'I'll show you all of me, too,' was the thing that had his stiff cock oozing onto his abdomen at four in the fucking morning.

The next time, last week, was a little less dignified. He woke up to himself rutting against his mattress, laboured grunts muffled info his pillows, a wet patch growing midway down the bed. There had been a rag left too close to his bed, the smell of gasoline filling his senses, reminding him of you. Hardly his fault. Did also concern him that he was beginning to get conditioned to developing a semi at the mere scent of gasoline.

It was pretty clear to Jungkook by that point, that if he couldn't fuck you, he'd simply die.

Admittedly, he hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

He also, thankfully, hadn't placed bets with Jimin on it, cause he'd have been out of fifty-thousand won if he had. Little fucker never gives Jungkook any benefit of the doubt. Always bets on him caving as quickly as he can. 'No willpower. All cock and balls, no brain.'

You're both Jungkook's proudest conquest and deepest darkest secret.

Can't be letting the boys know about you. Can't be sharing you with them. Can't so much as admit the fact he's been getting laid whenever they rib him for being celibate (which is a reach - he's only been out of action for, like, a month. Two, tops.).

If they could see the grip he had on your hips and the way your hand were locked behind his head, hair draping over his face, lips lost in his, they'd be asking for tips. Probably be wishing they had x-ray vision so they could see beneath the pooled clothes that protected both of your modesties.

But the windows of his car are clouded, the heat of the exchange between the pair of you preventing anyone from intruding. This is your safe place; with him.

He tightens his grip, but pulls away from your lips. You mirror his actions, curious to see why he'd be willing to leave such a warm embrace, your hips stalled by his hands. He's looking at you, blonde hair tangled over his eyes, the metal of his piercing reflecting tiny fragments of light that sneak into his windows. There's a silhouette to his face, beautiful and bold; the kind of art you'd find in the museum on the outskirts of town.

Maybe you'd go there together one day. Laugh at the pompous nature of it all, revel in the fact that you're both too churlish for all that shit. He'll make up stories for the people in the pictures, and you'll play along, narrating the lives of fictional people for funsies.

When you aren't looking, he'll take a picture of you in front of some drab minimalist piece. He won't show you it. Keep it to himself. A reminder of what once was; the beauty of a girl who could capture every ounce of his attention in a room of priceless masterpieces.

That was the thing that always puzzled Jungkook about artists; how did they know when to stop?

If the artist kept trying to blend out their muses' almond eyes, would they surely not become at one with their skin?

How much paint would saturate the canvas?

At which point would the brush stroke turn into nothingness?

He supposed the same could be said for the illicit embrace he was entangled in; how many kisses would it take for a casual fuck to turn into something a little more consequential?

If eyes are windows to the soul, would he be giving his up if he looked at you as he came?

At which point does a thumb in your mouth become a thumb stroking your blushed cheek, and does it really make as much of a difference as it feels like it should?

When you whine into his mouth, displeased at the way he isn't letting you bounce on his cock, he smiles, and knows that it's already crossed that line.

In fact, the lines are so blurred that 'indistinguishable' is the only appropriate way to describe them.

"I really did want to talk tonight," he hums quietly, pushing your hair back. It had been hot when he was covered in it, the scent of gasoline suffocating him, but he wants to look at you now. You hold up your wrist as he piles it all to the back of your head, his hips moving gently as he pulls the tie from your wrist and secures your hair in place.

"We still can," you say a little breathlessly. You're not exhausted, barely used any of your energy on the languid nature of the fuck you're indulging in, but the way he stretches you, cock thick and plump between your tight walls keeps you slightly out of breath.

"Now?"

"As good a time as any."

He smiles, pretty teeth resting on his bottom lip. Head shaking, a little bashful beneath the lunar light that peeks out from beyond the clouds, he lets his eyes rest on yours. They're inky, full of unspoken words, and you want to spend days studying them, just to decipher even a handful of words that make up who Jungkook is.

"Tell me about your life," he hums, head resting back against the headrest. There's an intimacy to this position. The way you're keeping his cock warm is something that's reserved for, well, no one. You've never done this before. Never shared anything other than your body during sex. It all feels foreign - but surprisingly, his stiff cock inside of you doesn't. "Your dream job as a kid. Your nicknames."

You smile, now, and the way your diaphragm tenses has his cock throbbing. "Vet. Popstar. The usual. One that stuck? Lawyer. And I never had a nickname. My family weren't really like that," you say, before rolling your hips, scared that the mundane talk would make him soft again.

Jungkook stills you. Looks at you with an expression you don't really recognise. His eyes are all hard, the dimple above his lips present as if he's thinking. A miracle, really, given most men's inability to produce a single thought during sex.

"You're smart," he assesses. Thinks that girls who dream of becoming lawyers always are.

"Was an overworked teenager. Burnt out. Flunked," you shrug, failing to disclose exactly why you flunked.

He nods, that fierce contemplative gaze still lacing his features. The pads of his fingers are delicate as he pushes your skirt a little further up your waist. His eyes are still on yours as his thumb hooks beneath the lace of the panties you're still wearing. He presses against your clit. It's only a little pressure. Just enough to have you gasping.

"Could always retake your exams now," he says, as if he isn't toying with your pussy like it's his favourite arcade game. Slow and steady. Easy does it. His eyes are wide. Doe-like. Incapable of committing any crimes, it seems. Innocent. "You're smart enough to do it, CC."

Your lips curl to the side slightly, head tilting, ignoring all of what he said except for those two little syllables at the end. "CC?"

"Everyone deserves a nickname."

"And CC?" You laugh, strands of hair falling loose, framing your face. Jungkook was right. You are a work of art.

"CC," he smiles, leaning a little closer to steal a tiny kiss from your lips. "As in, LMCC."

Brows raised, he's got you curious. "LMCC?"

"Little Miss Clutch Control," he grins, so proud of himself that you can't help but smile, too.

The pressure of his thumb on your clit gets firmer, and Jungkook lets his smile drop as your pout rests ajar, a small moan shaking from your very core. There's an intimacy to be found in the way Jungkook can procure such radiant happiness and sinful lust from you within seconds of one another.

He's harvesting for diamonds again. They're not in your eyes tonight. It's too dark for that. But they are in the hushed moans that let him know he's got a hold on you that no one else has. You could talk all the shit you liked about his clutch control, but if you even attempted to argue with him about his clit control, he'd just laugh.

"Thought you wanted to talk?" You say, though it comes out as a gasp. He's got a rhythm, but he isn't moving his hips. He's just feeling your walls tense around him.

"I do," he says with a shit-eating grin. He's too hot, you decide. So hot that you could never be with him, not properly. You'd probably lose your mind fearing he'd cheat. Boys that look like him always do. "Favourite food?"

The casual nature of his tone is a challenge. One that you accept. Even if your thighs are shaking.

"Don't have one."

"Any pets?"

"Family had a dog."

"Name?"

"Bingsu."

Jungkook is so pretty when he laughs. Cheeks all plump, the tip of his nose shiny from the moonlight his car is being bathed in. It's in his eyes, too, twinkling as if it's joining in on the joke - but of course, it is. You are the moon to his tides. Your happiness, for the moments of which you spend entangled in one another, is intertwined.

"Very original," he teases. He knew at least three girls who had called their pet rabbits Bingsu. Some cats, too.

"I was like 10," you defend. "Fuck off."

You say, as if you arent mounted on top of him.

"Favourite position in bed?" He questions, lifting your skirt so that he can see where your pussy meets his cock. He lets a small pool of spit gather in his mouth, before slowly releasing it, aiming for your clit. He spreads it around with his thumb, getting your pussy all nice and wet as he feigns indifference to the way your moans increase.

"How do you go from pets to sex?" You question, finding his method of enquiry maddening.

"Dog," he tilts his head from side to side. "Doggy. Very easily. Answer it."

"Missionary."

It's a lie. You just want to see how he'll react.

"Boring."

"Intimate."

"Old people position."

"Didn't we say we're already married? Perfect for us."

"We're still in the honeymoon period - and don't give me that bollocks about intimacy. I'd say that this is pretty fucking intimate," he protests, thinking that having you on his lap, warming his fat, leaky cock is far more intimate than any rendition of missionary he's ever had.

"And I'd say missionary is only boring if you don't like the person you're fucking," you bite back, just to be difficult. "I could force you to give up all other positions for lent, and I bet you'd still be dying to fuck me every single night, regardless of whether or not it was missionary."

"Yeah, you're right," he admits. Doesn't even find missionary that boring. Quite likes it actually. and he'd happily fuck you for forty days and forty nights. "I prefer morning sex, though."

"Fine," you shrug. "Missionary morning, noon and night."

"Three times a day?"

"Can you handle it?"

"Can you?"

"Only one way to find out."

"You're on," he grins. What he wouldn't give to be buried in your pussy three times a day. "Next question. Political stance?"

"Liberal," you respond instantly. "Left. Whatever you wanna call it. Also, this is terrible dirty talk."

"Good," he nods, as his thumb begins to brush at the hood that protects your sensitive nub, pushing it from side to side. Your toes fucking curl. "I don't fuck conservatives. And also? I can feel you leaking around the base of my shaft. You're still turned on, dirty talk or not."

You ignore his winning remark.

"What if I'd have said I was conservative?"

"You're on my dick in a car down a back alley of Daegu. You're not conservative in any sense of the word."

"But if I had?"

"I'd have probably carried on," he concedes. "Hate fuck."

"You're into that?"

"Not really."

"No?"

"I fuck girls 'cause I like them, CC. I don't really get those straight dudes who always go on about how much they hate women. Surely just fuck dudes instead? Regardless, if I'm fucking someone, it's cause I like 'em."

He says it without a single care in the world. Yet you feel like your whole entire world is imploding, in the best possible way.

"So you like me?" You question, all coy and a little shy. The tip of his cock leaks a little precum into you.

"My dick is in you, no?"

Touché.

And then your morbid curiosity makes an unwelcome appearance.

"When did you last like a girl enough to stick your dick in her?"

Jungkook laughs.

"Last night."

You're about to be offended. He can see it, the way your brows contort, a scowl forming - and then you realise. The smile you give him is sweet, but doesn't last for that long. He'd avoided the question, and you still want the answer. "Before that."

"About two months ago."

"She better than me?"

"I've only fucked you once. Not really a fair comparison."

Disappointing response.

"I'm fucking you right now," you remind him. "The correct answer was to say no."

"Actually," he argues, because of course he does. It's what the pair of you were born to do. "The correct answer is that you're incomparable - but the answer that you want? The one that means anything?" He pauses. Stops toying with your pussy, and pulls you in for a shallow kiss. It's fleeting, but enough. "The way I've been thinking about you doesn't compare. Been going insane thinkin' 'bout you, CC. Wrapped those pretty little legs of yours around my head and have been embedded in my brain ever since. Making me in-fucking-sane."

He's right. It is the answer you wanted.

"So stop asking me questions and fuck me," you laugh. "I've never met a more confusing yet straightforward man."

He ignores your statement, though he doesn't disagree with the sentiment.

"Am I comparable to your last fuck?" He asks, taunting you. He doesn't want to know, not really. But you asked first. He wants to see if there's a reason why; if maybe you're still harbouring some sort of attachment just like you're accusing him of having.

The way your body gets a little tense in his grasp confirms this. He notices. Hard not to when he's trapped inside of you. Thinks it's rich of you to grill him in the way you did, only to clearly be projecting your own feelings onto him.

But there's a look in your eyes that he doesn't like, now. The moon is hiding behind a cloud again, stealing the diamonds from his line of sight.

"I'm sorry," he says. The smile that had been on his face when he'd asked the question is gone, and he's looking at you like he's truly seeing you; the eyebrow hairs that need shaping, the pores that need cleansing and the flyaway hairs that land on the wrong side of your parting.

"It's okay," you say, because you should have expected it. The question was fair game.

Jungkook knocks his head to the side briefly as if to say 'no', but chooses against it. Instead, he pulls you in closer to him and kisses you tenderly, his hips pulsing upwards beneath your weight. His hands are in your hair, tongue in your mouth, and he's reminded again why the answer to his question doesn't matter.

"Let me fuck you how you like it, baby," he mumbles into your plump lips, his tongue flicking against the tip of yours as he speaks.

You question what he means as he grips onto your waist, elevating himself a little but keeping himself snug inside of you. He turns, restricted by the tight space in the back of his car. The movements are a little awkward, but it's endearing how he gets you on your back, sprawled lengthways across the back seat.

Your legs are bent at the knees, a foot resting on the ledge of the window while the other perches on the centre console. You're spread for him, but he can't devour the beauty of you blooming in such a way, thanks to the cramped room. He shuffles his jeans down a little, just beneath his ass, and strokes his cock; pumps it once, twice, as he lines himself up with your entrance.

The position is gonna be hellish for him, his backseat too narrow to really fit the both of you, but he figures if he hooks your foot resting on the window ledge over his shoulder instead, then it should be okay.

And so he does just that. You're surprised you can still bend like that, but you're also pretty sure your bones would turn to jelly if Jungkook asked them to. There's nothing that you wouldn't do to keep him close like this.

"Thought this was boring?" You hum, knowing that it doesn't really compare to standard missionary.

He's stroking the tip of his cock against your folds - and then he sinks back into you, a laboured moan hanging off the cushion of his bottom lip before he presses it into yours. His hips don't really waste much time, fucking into you slow and deep.

"It is," he groans, before hooking your other leg over his shoulder, too. You're a little tighter like this, the grip your pussy has on his cock akin to heaven on earth. "But you're not."

You go to say something, but he can feel you smiling against his lips so he tells you just to kiss him, instead. He rolls his hips into yours, resting himself a little deeper every single time. The tepid air in his car wraps around the pair of you like satin ribbon, tied in a pretty little bow where your bodies meet.

It's a gift, how well you work together. A blessing. A curse, too, but that only concerns Jungkook for now, and honestly, he isn't thinking about it. He's just thinking about the way your hair smells, and how much he wants to suffocate in your scent.

When Jungkook cums, the weight that eases off his shoulders settles in your stomach instead. It traps the movement of the chime that hasn't stopped ringing since he first stepped foot into the gas station that evening. He moans into your lips, tells you how well you take him, how much he likes it, likes you. "Think I'll die if we ever stop hooking up."

He asks if you came, but knows that you didn't. He remembers the way you felt the last time it happened - and as incredible as it had been to have your pussy wrapped around his cock, he knew that it hadn't throbbed in the same way that it had last time.

You shake your head, but you're already moving to sit up. There's something refreshing about your honesty. It's not that he doesn't want to make you cum, it's just that he's getting a bit of post-nut clarity and is highly aware that Namjoon could be around the corner. City isn't that big. Especially not this side of the river.

"Too cold," you smile, to which Jungkook responds with a small, confused hum. "Can't cum when I'm cold. Your car is fucking freezing, Kook."

The way you say his name has him wanting to blast the aircon just so he can get you warm enough to finish all over his tongue - but then you yawn, and he feels bad for keeping you out late after your shift. You're cute when you yawn.

Cute how your hand curls, eyes scrunching up tightly, shoulders hunching and then lowering back down again. He likes your shoulders. They're sloped, and petite, and a far cry from his. So dainty. Everything about you is. The way you look, your pretty lips, the earrings you wear. So pretty, and perfect, and in this moment, his.

Doesn't want the moment to end.

"Come back to mine," he offers, in a bid to elongate that feeling. "Stay the night."

"Again?" You ask, and your tone of surprise has him laughing.

"What? It's not like I'm asking you to marry me, C."

"I'd say no, anyways," you bicker back without even thinking about it.

"Thank God," Jungkook grins, rummaging about to find a packet of tissues he's sure he put in his car at some point.

He'd hidden them up after Jimin had teased him about having car sex like a fucking teenager, but Jungkook had waaaay too much pride in his car to do that.

The tissues are for when he gets greasy food from gas stations. Can't be getting the leather all fucked up, not after he spent so much getting it reupholstered.

"Ah, here," he pulls them from the back of the passenger seat and passes them over to you. Apparently, his mind has changed on the whole 'having too much pride to fuck in his car' thing. "Nah, I just-"

He pauses. Shrugs. Does his trousers back up, and doesn't look at you as you sort out the mess between your legs.

"I liked having you there last night. I'd like to have it again."

He glances over his shoulder, to find you looking at him in the very way he was afraid of. You look fond.

But so does he as he smiles at you.

"Plus, I kinda owe you an orgasm now, and my apartment is way warmer than this tin can."

You tuck the tissues back into the now-empty packet and scrunch your nose up, trying to fight a smile. He doesn't realise, but Jungkook does the same thing back.

Your legs hook over the centre console, and you plonk yourself back down in the passenger seat.

"I do actually wanna sleep tonight," you tell him.

Jungkook smiles, popping open the rear door, making his way back around to the driver's seat. The leather is freezing when his body falls into it, and he starts to realise just how cold you must have been all exposed like that.

He wants to get you home quicker than ever. Shower you in the warmth of his kisses, use his fingers like strike anywhere matches along your skin, igniting fires from the tips of your toes to the very centre of your core.

He'll get you warm.

Get you coming undone. Get you all sleepy and cute. Get you dreaming the sweetest dreams as he holds you close through the night.

"Me too," he says as the engine starts up, his motor purring almost as pleasantly as you do. And perhaps he's just a little cum-drunk, and doesn't realise the weight of his words as he knocks the car into first and heads in the direction of his apartment, humming softly: "Let's get you home."

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When Jungkook wakes up at four in the morning, he's hot. Cheeks a little puffy, hands clammy, tongue dry. Hot.

Your lips are pursed and pouted, firmly shut, body curled up next to his. He wouldn't normally complain, but his arm is trapped beneath your body, and so he's fixed in position next to a girl who burns like the heat of a thousand matches. He'll get scalded, skin tarnished, branded by you, and yet he can't bring himself to disturb you.

He reaches for his phone to check the time, and you hum softly in your sleep. Wonders if you're dreaming; if it's about him. Hopes you are; hopes it is.

His voice is low as he berates himself, whispering to 'get a grip', rubbing his free hand over his face and pushing it back into his hair. It's a little brittle, in need of a deep condition, the bleach damage a small price to pay for the anonymity his hair gave him - until, of course, it became his trademark.

He thinks about cutting it all off sometimes, but he's got a Samson complex. Fears he'll lose his strength without it. Wonders if one day you'll be his Delilah. Kind of already feels like you are.

You would never cut his hair off, though, purely for selfish reasons. Mainly 'cause the way it frames his face makes him look like art; but also cause you like having something to hold onto when things get a little rough (though his ass is also ideal for that).

He likes the way you always play with it. Knows you think it's a little sexy, all wavy (unintentional, just fried) and long. The roots are as dark as his eyes, though.

You romanticise it, in a way. It's like his true self is peeking through, and it makes you think that maybe one day you'll get to know who that is.

Jungkook isn't so sure.

In fact, he knows you won't. Sucks, but such is life.

It's not that he doesn't want you to know when his birthday is, or his favourite spot along the river to watch the world go by, it's just that it's asking for trouble. He gets into enough of that alone.

Still, he likes it when he's not alone. Likes it when you're with him - and so he falls back asleep, the beating of your heart soothing him into his REM cycle like the white noise he normally listens to instead.

It's gone seven by the time he wakes up again.

He reaches out, strokes the mattress where you'd once been and sighs. It's empty, though a little warm. There's silence in his apartment, and your bra isn't hooked over the end of his bed anymore, so he knows you're gone. Probably just didn't want to wake him.

He's cold, now. Hates the fuckin' cold. Isn't made for the winters. His lack of body fat does a terrible job at keeping him insulated through the cold nights, and heating is a luxury that he can't really afford these days, not with the sheer amount of gas he funnels into that goddamn car of his.

You had been a welcome, warm addition.

He'd teased you about it, told you it was the only reason he'd invited you over when you cursed about how bloody cold it was - but then you reminded him that you couldn't cum cold, and it had him flicking on the electric fan heater quicker than you could click your fingers.

Bleary-eyed from the morning sun, his hair a haphazard mess falling over them, Jungkook makes his way to his bathroom. He trips on his jeans in the process, forgetting the way you'd practically stripped him of his clothes the night before. Insatiable, that's what you are - and he loves it.

There's no coordination in his body as he walks, and he imagines a shower is the only thing that will really wake his body up - but there's no point. He needs to be out of his apartment within the next ten minutes. He's already running late.

His tardiness is noticed by everyone by the time he gets to the boxing club that morning.

"Here he is," Jimin grins as Jungkook avoids eye contact with every single fucker in the room. He slings his bag down and chucks his jacket on top, mask following. The room is cold, Old Man Kang not one for wasting precious profits on heaters.

Cold? He'd say. Train harder.

"Sorry I'm late," Jungkook mumbles, head hung a little low, throwing his body down next to Jimin, into the empty seat of a tatty sofa that sits in the corner of the rest area.

Jungkook can feel Namjoon's eyes on him. They're as cold as the ice that's melting on the roads outside, a little bit of spring sunshine thawing what once was frozen. He twists his neck, bones cracking at the top of his spine. Rolls his shoulders back. Postures himself correctly - and only then does Jungkook look at Namjoon.

"Where'd you disappear to last night?" Jungkook taunts him. "One minute you were tailing me, the next?" He clicks his fingers and sticks his bottom lip out, eyes all wide and faux-friendly.

They're the kind of eyes that remind you of the summer before you started secondary school; warm custard on a sponge cake, served up in a yellow cafeteria. A little bit of colour, hundreds and thousands sprinkled on top, but overwhelmingly yellow.

All yellow.

The school regulation sundress, the frills around the top of your socks. The highlighter stains on your fingers, and the rubber band charity bracelet worn around the wrists of every single boy in your class because it was 'trendy', not because any of them actually understood the concept of charity yet.

Yellow; canary, butter, midsummer Daegu sun. Lemon kombucha, mustard, and honey, too. In some lights, maybe even gold.

It curious how eyes so new, so foreign to you, seem to harbour memories of childhood that you thought had been lost. If not the memories, at least, the feelings; the notion that after the sunshine fades, nothing will ever be the same. Jungkook is the summer before secondary school, the final song of your favourite bands' encore, the subway doors closing at 11:57 pm. He's the end of something good, familiar, safe - but nothing great ever came from safe, now, did it?

His eyes are nostalgic, served up with a side of the unknown. Promises. That's what they're full of. Or is it potential? You're not sure, but you're actively choosing to be naive to the fact that it all seems too good to be true.

You don't know him like the boys in Old Man Kang's boxing club do.

Jungkook's void of colour in there. His eyes are black when they look at Namjoon. There's no honey in them.

They're bitter like black treacle, his disdain thick as it oozes over last nights competitor.

"Bastard lights," Namjoon shrugs, his indifference not convincing enough to come off as authentic. "Bad timing. Those cars were all coming from CGV. The last film of the night had just finished. Wasn't expecting the rush."

Jungkook holds back a snort. Typical of Namjoon to go and check the fucking cinema listings, just so that he had something else to blame his poor performance on.

"I mean, I made it through the lights on time," Jungkook smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes. Treacle drips from his whole entire being. It's sticky, and it coats every single surface in the room. The floor, the ring, the people. All covered in the heaviness. Everyone can feel it; how uncomfortable the empty silence is.

"Alright, ladies," Seokjin breaks the tension.

Shoulders broad, shirt discarded by the punching bag he's spent the morning working out his frustrations on, there's a sheen to his skin. It's damp. Salty, presumably, though no one in the room would dare lick his torso to check.

It's as if he's got sodium chloride crystals on his chest, glimmering when the light pours in through a tall window to the rear of the building.

His muscles are made from clay, carved out so intricately that Jungkook wonders why he bothers training himself so hard when he'll never look like his mentor. Impossible.

He's glad Seokjin has never stepped foot in the GS25 you earn your keep from. Thinks it will impact the way you look at him. Thinks maybe you'll start picturing Seokjin's face, instead of his own, whenever he takes you from behind in the future.

The thought unsettles him. Has him adjusting his legs, repositioning his cock so no one notices the fact it's a little plump now.

What? He was thinking about fucking you. Bound to happen. He's only human.

Male to be specific, with a libido to rival that of a bonobo.

Sometimes, Jimin likes to joke that Jungkook's genealogy must be closer to them than it is to his own grandfather. Even made him watch a documentary about it once. Only difference between Jungkook and his distant primate relatives is that Jungkook prefers to keep his sex monogamous.

He's made mistakes before; learnt the hard way that in order to keep things messy in bed, emotions have to run clean.

"Kook?" Seokjin interrupts his thoughts. He hadn't even realised he'd zoned out, but everyone's looking at him now, thankfully none of them noticing the semi in his pants. "You listening?"

"Huh?" He mumbles. "Sorry, was thinking. What were you saying?"

"We're swapping you out. You've been working well -" Namjoon scoffs in the corner, but Seokjin ignores him "- but I want to see if Park can get things done a little quicker."

Oh, fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. This will not do.

"No!" Jungkook shouts, before realising how out of pocket his tone was. Cringe. "I mean, uh. I just. I've been making good progress. She's a tough cunt to crack."

"Charming."

"Fuck off, Jimin - see, that's what I mean," Jungkook begins to over-explain his outburst. "She'd call me a cunt right back. She likes my sense of humour. It just takes a while for her to open up. Sending Park in would just put us back at square one all over again."

"Yeah, but what's better?" Namjoon interjects. "Square one, going nought to sixty, or square two, still, only going five miles per hour."

"I'm on, like, square ten, asshole," Jungkook spits, incredibly childishly. If he wanted to, he could get specific. Talk about a different game that requires squares. Bases. Tell them all that he hits home runs, and that he's getting pretty consistent.

But if he tells them that, he'll be stopped from playing the game altogether.

"Sure," Namjoon just smirks.

Jungkook runs his tongue along his cheek, and looks at Seokjin, nostrils all flared, lips pouty.

"Calm down, Kookie," he says, and even though it's a little patronising, it has the desired effect. Jungkook respects him too much to fight against him. "I'll give you a week - and then you're swapping out with Park, alright? Get me something good. Something we can work with."

"I've got something," Jungkook shrugs. It isn't much but it at least confirms something they've theorised. "Asked her about politics last ni- last time I went in for gas."

"Casual kiosk discussion, seems legit."

"Do you ever shut the fuck up, Namjoon?" Jimin shoots him a glare.

"See, this is what I mean," Jungkook grumbles. "I can ask her shit like this 'cause I've built up a rapport with her. We talk." Fuck a little bit, too, but who's keeping tabs? "She won't be like that with Jimin."

She better not be.

Seokjin nods. He accepts what Jungkook is saying. Knows he's right - but knows that the lack of results is making his leadership look weak to Old Man Kang. "Carry on. What did she tell you?"

"She doesn't subscribe to her father's idea of politics. Didn't name drop him - never does - but she said she's left-wing."

"Performative," Namjoon scoffs, proving that no, he doesn't ever shut the fuck up.

"Or maybe she's the black sheep," Jimin counters. "The name change, the distancing herself from him-"

"Is all standard witness protection shit," Namjoon argues before Jimin can even finish making his point. "Her daddy is keeping her hidden so that he can keep her safe during the election campaign. Remember the amount of assassination threats he got during the last one? "

There's back and forth between them all, assessing how you ended up behind a gas station kiosk without a single link tying you back to your father. Most photographed man in the city, and yet you've been out of the pictures for a good three years, now.

The four of them never would have known who you are, or how expensive that pretty little head of yours is, had it not been for Old Man Kang and the job he'd given them all a couple months back.

Jungkook didn't exactly lie when he told you he was between jobs. He's just got a little something part time going on, too.

"Well, how about this?" Jungkook interrupts them, cutting their discussion about you short. It was annoying him. None of them know you. Not like he does. He's the only one qualified to have an opinion on the matter. "Keep me on the job. I'll be able to find out far quicker than any of you fuckers."

Seokjin concedes. Accepts that Jungkook is the best bet they've got. Dismisses them all, but keeps an eye on Jungkook as he pulls the neck of his shirt over his head and tosses it down onto his bag.

His composure is cool as he begins to wrap up his palms, but he's nibbling at his lips. Nose all twitchy like a bunny - and when he gets the bag he'll be working on, instead of testing the weight, he just hangs his head. Rests his forehead against it. Holds it. Taps it gently with his knuckles, before whispering a sharp 'fuck'.

But then he's bouncing on his feet, squaring up, getting ready, as if he hasn't just very visibly gone through an existential crisis, of sorts.

He would ask Jungkook what's going on, but there'd be no point. He's as good at lying as he is at throwing punches - and he's got the best left hook on the team. Doesn't use it much - but never misses when he does. Lies? Yeah, he uses them a lot more.

In fact, he's so good at fibbing, that Seokjin half thinks he doesn't even realise he's doing it a lot of the time. He cleans up the ink of his bad choices with white lies, and before he knows it, everything in Jungkook's life is grey.

"Posture straight," Seokjin calls over to him. "Don't lose your form."

Jungkook grunts a response. Does as he's told. Stays in the boxing club long enough to convince them all that it doesn't feel like he's having a heart attack. Chest all tight and shit. Lungs twisting beneath his ribs.

He grabs his stuff as quickly as he can without looking like a mad man on a dash, and locks himself in his car, staring into the oncoming traffic. Hands on the steering wheel, his chest heaves. Up and down, in and out. Contracting and expanding in all different directions.

The soiled packet of tissues is still on his backseat, your hairband looped around his gearstick. Your perfume spices the air, sweet vanilla and black cherry. He can only smell your hair when his nose is nestled in it.

Bizarrely, thinking about it doesn't make his heart race like it normally does. It calms it instead.

Jungkook whines. Stomps his feet a little in his footwell, then rests his forehead on the wheel.

"I'm so fuckin' screwed."

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csmiclxtte · 2 months

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ATEEZ Fama [408] asteroid mini reading

disclaimer: i'm still learning & idk these ppl personally. so dont be too serious

ATEEZ has Fama in Aquarius (2°). As a group, they are known to be:

Original, unique, eccentric.

Aware of social issues

2° : "Fame" is a gift which can help them to produce wealth.

Fama Shadow Side

Spreading of news & controversies

ATEEZ is rather unproblematic, but if we take a look, the scandals mainly involves Aquarian theme.

Cultural appropriation(s)

Plagiarism (original ideas getting stolen)

ATEEZ's Fama aspects

square Sun-Venus, square Uranus, opposite NN forming a fixed Grand Cross / Grand Square

They may find "fame" to clash wih their ego (square Scorpio Sun).

"Fame" might trigger love-hate reactions from public. Or members may have tricky relationship with "fame", things can be awkward or tense (square Scorpio Venus).

"Fame" made them question their personal values at some point (square Taurus Uranus retrograde).

Their goal is to achieve fullest form of self-expression (Leo NN).

Fixed signs causing them to face the same issues again, if lessons not learned.

ATEEZ Members Fama Placement

Who they are known to be

Hongjoong | Fama in Virgo 8H (22°)

Workaholic, critical, and perfectionistic

Self-reliant.

Manage resources well.

Natural charisma, mysterious.

8H rules legacy, it can mean leaving a big legacy into this world.

Regenerate wealth.

Seonghwa | Fama in Cancer 12H (12°)

Emotional, sensitive, moody.

Nurturing, "motherly".

Imaginative, intuitive, may be spiritual.

Delusions & illusions which can mean he is often misunderstood. Or people may see him just as they like.

Great at conveying emotions and playing roles.

Yunho | Fama in Virgo 10H (28°)

Hardwork, competence, and diligence.

Perfectionistic, critical.

Professional and able to control his emotions relatively well.

Soft and caring, comforts people.

Intercepted Fama 10H: may mean Yunho have difficulty in climbing career ladder & gaining reputation.

Note: Fama in 10H can mean higher level of fame (positive or negative). Also the 28° degree, from what i've read, can be linked to karmic disposition. If his birthtime is exact, Yunho also has intercepted 4H. It can be translated as lacking familial/parental support. However he does have a strong ancestral connection, which possibly means that his career & reputation is linked with karmic clearing & such.

This is only based on degree theory & interception theory.

Yeosang | Fama in Virgo 6H (24°)

Hardworking, pays a lot attention to detail.

Takes extra care of his fitness & health.

Can be very particular about things.

Coworkers may often talk about him.

Can be known as spirirtual/mysterious, head in the clouds, not so present.

San | Fama in Virgo 1H (29°)

Another workaholic placement, striving for perfection, especially in how he represent his physic.

San seems to have a specific image/concept he wanted to project.

He can demand a lot from himself & his body.

Anaretic degree: ability to master the Virgo qualities. It might be something familiar and the energy is much easier to direct.

Mingi | Fama in Libra 9H / 11H (6°) - not sure what time Mingi was born, either 12 pm or 4 pm (please lmk which one is correct tysm)

Natural charm and beauty.

Center of attention.

Well-liked in foreign land/culture or internet.

May be indecisive.

Travel, media, and exploration will help him (9H), or rather technology and his friend group (11H).

Perfectionistic.

Wooyoung | Fama in Scorpio 1H-2H cusp (10°)

Scorpios are usually magnetic, so Woo doesn't need to do much to lure people.

Gives people a sense of intimacy, but also very private in a way. People are naturally curious of him.

Fearless, won't hesitant to approach taboo/forbidden stuffs.

Known for the his journey & transformation in building success.

Jongho | Fama in Sagittarius (6°) - also ugh idk his birthtime

Got famous by literally doing whatever he wants and following his guts.

Great sense of humor.

Known to be optimistic, wise and knowledgeable, philosophical, adventurous.

Perfectionist, practice make perfect.

Notice how Virgo energy is always involved in the placement, aside from Wooyoung and Seonghwa. Perfectionistic & critical ppl fr.

I by no means state this all as fact. Take it for fun only. Again, idk these ppl irl.

I'm just exploring astrology theories :>

Thank you for reading!

#astrology #kpop astrology #ateez #ateez astrology #astrology notes #astro notes #fama asteroid #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #astroteez #fama

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Yandere Toji pt:2

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Mention of forced sex, drugging, choking, abuse, dom toji, yandere Toji, submissive reader, smut, ( little angst )

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Since that incident, you became toji's infamous Girlfriend. Everyone including the professors to gatekeepers knew who you were dating or more exactly, who you belonged to.

Toji was nothing but feeling proud, as if achieved the utmost success he was chasing by birth. You were his biggest, priceless achivement. He can't even imagine how miserable he'll become if he looses you by any chance.

2 weeks into the relationship and you have began to experience his clingy side as well his ruthless side. He keeps his eyes only On you, sleeps with you, eats with you, shower? Together! University? Together? If you're absent, he is absent and if he is absent, YOU MUST BE ABSENT! Going somewhere? He is with you, if he says no that means NO. Wanna buy something or make any purchase? He'll do it for you. He is the MAN of the house. You're not his girlfriend but his wife in his world. It's just the fake world demands a certificate which he'll make it later. You're his possesion. Only his!

And that's what was killing you. You couldn't live anymore like this. Suffocating and dying, despite he was charming, good looking, rich enough, maybe you could've accepted him only, if he wasn't blackmailing you, if he wasn't the one who knew your ugly secrets. Only if he was Normal!

But that's just an " if ". In reality your life belongs to him, he'll toy with it as long as he wants. You have already given up on saving yourself and escaping. You tried to erase the data he had collected about you and those pictures and videos of yours from his laptop and phone, but failed miserably! He caught you red handed. You didn't knew that your whole house is filled with cameras, every movement of yours is love telecasted to him. At first he let you do your thing, watching you feeling all relieved as you thought you erased all the proofs, and now were packing your suitcases to go to your mom's home to stay and make police complaint on him... But to your horror, toji was right standing at the main door. Smirking at you.. his hunter eyes stabbing at your body from inch to inch as he licks his lips and says. You really thought I would only capture your beautiful pictures and videos in some cheap phone and laptop only? Mama~ lemme show you my collection!

He grabbed you by your waist and picked up on his shoulders. You didn't even made any movement, you knew what happens if you do anything against.

You see him entering the forbidden room.. the room which always stays locked. You couldn't barge in as the keys always stayed with him, the room was filled with your pictures and posters pasted on the wall, all were naked pictures of yours.

Your eyes filled with shame, guilt, anger.. when suddenly he gripped your jaw and spoke there's no escaping babygirl

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2 months later

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You were making pancakes for you and toji as he was about to reach home from his gym session.

Your pancakes were done, and your served it in the plates. You started eating them.. slowly getting lost in your Memories.

Things started to go different with toji, you started to see a soft side too.. he was becoming quite a man with you, not just a psychopath. But a ... Lover

And somewhere in your heart was loving it, despite you still couldn't accept him for what he did to you. You wanted this thing to last, you were addicted to him sadly, he was your guilty pleasure!

You loved his body from head to his toes, especially that dick which stretched you at the right ways, made you remember your place, send you to heaven and hell both.. those eyes which rapes you every single second, those massive hands touching you in the most filthy yet with the most delicate angelic touches. Everything you loved and hated was all in that man. You couldn't find a way to unlove him, hate him completely. You tried your best to sabotage yourself, make yourself belief that you'll find a better one then him, he is a criminal a bad person a fukin monster -

Your thoughts were ruined when you heard the lock of your door open. Yes toji locks you from outside when he goes somewhere out. You saw the big giant man with that sweaty sexy look enter the house.

Hey mama~ ( kisses you on your cheek) made me some pancakes hah? Damn strawberries hmm- but i love your these 2 strawberries right here ( pinches your nipples)

Aah~~ you yelp as he chuckles. He sits beside you and munches down on the pancakes. Some times you wondered what If you poisoned this food, and he would still eat it like a fool, why does he trusts me like that? Wait- nah he doesn't trust me. If he did, he won't have locked me and kept these bloody cameras. You shrugged your thoughts and started to eat.

I bought you something mama~ I know you'll love this. Well, obviously it's because.. it's my choice.

You wondered what was he talking about, when you saw him taking out a necklace out of his pocket.. it was rose gold made necklace with his initials on it craved.. and diamonds in it. Must be Expensive as hell. You gulped as he stood up and made you wear it.

You felt that expensive jewel sit on your neck, as if it was only made for you.

I knew you would look the best with my initials craved, I guess I must get you a tattoo.. but heyy baby, it's fine ik you got a fear of needles, and on a glass like skin i don't want any Dirt on it.

He snuggles his face on the crook of your neck as he sniffs your scent and slowly starts licking on it.

Why? I mean why.. did you gift me this? For what?

Hah! My dumb mama. Obviously you need it. To show you're mine, to show that finally were official.

Official? What official? W-ait the hell?? What you talking about ?

He gets back and pulls towards his chest and cups your cheeks.. eye to eye contact as you froze when he said

I am marrying you babygirl, we're getting married. Now you'll stay with me forever. We're moving to Italy soon.

Your eyes widened. Tf? Who does he thinks himself to be? He played with my self respect and me, made me distant from my family, controlled my life, ruined my academic records and studies, raped me, took away my virginity and purity, my freedom, and now.. now marriage? The most auspicious part of someone's life... And to dedicate that.. to him? No wayyy. Every blood cell in me started to boil in loath. I pushed him with all the strength i had.

Toji lost his balance as he wasn't aware of what you were about to do, he didn't expected to see this side of you, or more like he didn't knew a form like this existed of yours. He fell as his head hit the cupboard, he was bleeding.. not alot but.. yea it did made a cut.

Wtf do you think am i? Your possesion? A toy? It was fine till sex, fine, fine fine fine but not ANYMORE! I FUCKIN WON'T TAKE THIS SHIT! YOU'RE NOBODY TO TAKE DECISIONS OF MY LIFE. YOU'RE JUST A DICK, DICK WHICH JUST NEEDS A CUNT, A FUKIN DOG IN HEAT! GO FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S LOOSE PUSSY! YOU SCUMBAG! I REMAINED SILENT ALL THIS TIME- ( tears brimmed down continuously as you totally lost control on yourself, eyes shit red) ALL THIS TIME, THINKING YOU WERE GROWING TIRED OF ME, AND SOON I'LL GAIN BACK MY FREEDOM! BUT- B-BUT ( hiccups) n-nnnghNOT ANYMORE! FUCKINN GET OUT OF MY LIFE TOJI FUSHIGURO!! I LOATH YOU, you digustin--

You were about to speak more but realised he stood and gripped your neck in a split of a second and now you were on the edge of death. Choking you with a slight hard grip, he still didn't give his 100%, when it comes to you, he is weak, miserably weak. If it was someone else, within 3 seconds the person would've been ded. But you- he was kind... He was gentle. But you didn't noticed it more like you didn't want to notice it. You were fixated on to hate him. Hate him as much as you could.

I did everything for you, and that's how you repay me bitch? Fucking whore. I knew it. You can't be good for nothing! Uugghh ( grip tightens around your neck)

Tears brimmed down, your hands traveled to your neck, but to his surprise you didn't tried to remove his hand which he wanted you to do.. but.. you- You broke that necklace! And tossed it away

He lost his grip on your neck, as he went to pick that necklace, it was divided into 2 parts.. you coughed as you looked at him. His back was facing you. You missed that heartbroken look on his face.

Kill me~ kill me~ i don't want to live. You already- already took away my purity. My family won't accept me anywa-

Before completing, you passed out. Toji heard the thud sound as he looked to see you lying on the floor. He panicked as he rushed to pick you up and took you to the bedroom. His panick was growing. How fucking stupid was he? He knew you couldn't bear much pain.. you're fragile.... Did he? Did he .. kill you? Did you really hated him that much? Did you.. really leave him? You really wanted to die? You really want him to leave?

All these questions were buzzing around his head. He saw you breathing... He sighed in relief..

Sorry..y/n! I guess, i really ain't the one for you. Goodbye~ mama

That's all he said as he went out of your apartment.

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Next episode coming soon

#toji x you #smut #toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk toji #toji x reader

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The Princess and the Book Keeper

Steven Grant X f! Princess Reader - Medieval Royal AU

Not Beta-read - Requested by Anon - Written in 3rd Person (reader is not coded and has no description)

Summary:

Steven is the royal book keeper, and he's fallen for the princess. He enjoys seeing her day after day enjoying her books, but doesn't realize that she likes him as well. When she comes to him in the night, he can hardly contain his excitement.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, 3rd person perspective (but still reader insert), reader is not coded, reader is a princess, Steven is a "librarian" (royal book keeper), royal AU, smut, p in v sex, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship, power imbalance

Word Count: 1.6k

Steven knew it was impossible for them to be together. She was a princess after all and he was, well, the palace book keeper. It wasn’t a fanciful title, nor was it a noble one. He couldn’t protect her from danger, provide her with financial security, and his family name wasn’t of any great significance. It didn’t change the fact that the world stopped rotating when she would come to the library in the afternoons adorned in her beautiful dresses and jewelry with her ladies in tow.

He could only watch in awe as she would walk by him, flashing her dazzling smile as she passed. He swore his heart might pound out of his chest at the sight every single time. She always went to the same section, Steven’s favorite as well. Rows upon rows of books on Egyptology sat upon the shelves. She looked so pretty with her eyes scanning each page while she idly bit her bottom lip. He wondered if she even knew she was doing it.

One night she came to the library alone, much to Steven’s surprise. He didn’t often see visitors at that hour. She was wearing something different from the norm, but equally as breathtaking. A nightgown cut off at the knee, lace sewn at the hem, and nothing but thin straps draped delicately over her shoulders. He’d never seen her in anything other than her silken dresses with her hair done and face made-up.

“Princess, what are you doin’ here at this hour?” He asked, still surprised to see her there.

“Well, I could make up something about how I couldn’t sleep and wanted to come read but I’d rather get straight to the point if that’s alright with you?” She stepped closer to him, touching his chest with her middle finger gently.

Steven’s throat bobbed, “I…I…”

She brought her lips frighteningly close to his, so close that he could taste her. He felt her hand trail up the side of his neck and cup his jaw. Shock overcame him when she crashed her lips over his hastily, stealing moans from his mouth as she melted into him further. She reached down and grabbed his hands bringing them to her hips before tangling her fingers in with his dark locks, deepening the kiss.

“I always see you looking at me. Wondered when you’d make a pass at me.” She was grinding her hips into his roughly, enticing his growing erection, “imagine my disappointment day after day when you never did.”

“I would never make a pass at-“ she cut him off with a kiss, “you, princess, I’d be asking to get m’self hanged.”

“Only if we were caught.” She was breathless.

“Well we are standing right out in the middle of the library I don’t think that’s very-“

“Then move me.”

He did, lifting her up by her beautiful bottom and carrying her to a section in the library unfrequented by anyone. He lay her down on the tufted lounge chair where she squirmed in her silk nightgown as he climbed over her. She pulled his shirt out from the waist of his pants and slid it over his head. His messy curls dropped within his line of sight. She was faster than he, brushing them out of the way and keeping her palm on his stubbled cheek.

“W-what can I do, princess?” Steven asked, nearly choking on the words as they escaped him.

He had dreamt of this moment, imagining how it would happen, if ever it happened. He’d thought many times about what he’d do with her if the opportunity should arise. His mind was filled with how he wanted to feel her, taste her, and most of all, how terribly he wanted to hear her while she gave in to the pleasure he knew he could provide. Imagining the way she would sound made his body tremble with anticipation. He had to know how far he was allowed to tread though. Surely he wasn’t permitted to take everything he wanted, despite how badly he wished he could.

“Anything you please.” She gave him a soft smile.

“Well,” he let out a nervous chuckle, “not anything. Surely you’ve got to save yourself for-“

“You really think the royal ladies don’t have ways to get around something most men know so little about?” She pulled his head down and leaned in so his ear was brushed by her sultry lips, “I’m not a virgin anymore, so take whatever you want.”

Steven was wide-eyed when she lay back. She pulled her nightgown over her head and discarded it on the floor. He looked down at her breathtaking frame beneath him. He’d always thought her the most beautiful woman in the room, but now there was certainly no compare. Her giggling at his dumb-struck face made his head spin with excitement. Of all the times he’d fantasized about this moment, he never thought it would actually become a reality. Steven didn’t want to waste anymore time, so he tugged his trouser to his thighs, lowered himself between her legs.

“You’re sure princess? I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want either of us to-“

“Take. Me.”

A unified gasp echoed off the shelves stacked high with books. Steven reached a hand out to grab the arm of the lounge chair for leverage, veins protruding from the sheer strength at which he held on. The princess dragged her nails gently down his chest, forcing his body to shake. She rested her hands on either of his hips, commenting on how well-built he was for a royal book keeper. Steven thrusted faster, feeling her soft walls flutter around his girth in response.

“Didn’t know you felt so good.” She bit her lip and looked at him with a lusty gaze. “Who knew the meek book keeper had such a big-oh-oh-my!”

She was being too loud, so Steven covered her mouth quickly with his in an attempt to silence her shrill whines. She tasted so delicious with every pass of her tongue along his. He wanted to pull her closer, and if it were possible he would. Their chests were pressed together so tightly not even the thinnest piece of parchment could pass between them. He shuddered against her with every thrust; he’d never felt anything like this. Every sweet drag of his cock through her tight, wet cunt made him groan in his pleasure.

“Surely you can go harder can’t you?” She asked, digging her nails into the meat of his hips.

“Y-yeah, yep-sure-can-princess,” Steven managed to choke out in between the breaths that punched out of his lungs.

He was rolling his hips into her at an unforgiving pace. He worried his grip might break the arm of the chair he was squeezing it so hard. The veins in his hand were distinguished in the dim light of the moon. The princess arched herself into him, angling her cunt to take him deeper. His mouth fell agape over hers in a heavy groan before he closed over hers again. Steven still wondered when he might wake from this dream.

“I’m so close-oh God-where would you like me to finish?” He asked, looking into her eyes.

“I want to taste you…always wanted to taste you!”

Steven had to cover her mouth with his hand as her whimpering turned to screams. Her face was shrouded in ecstasy, lust ridden eyes rolling back in her orgasm. If her expression didn’t alert him to her climax, the way her velvet walls squeezed around his girth did. It was like every contraction was attempting to draw out his own release, and it was working.

“Princess, I-I can’t-I can’t-I-oh my-oh f-” Steven pulled himself out of her in a mad rush, gripped his length and angled himself up to her chin.

He’d barely made it.

Hot spurts shot into her mouth, a few stray bits dressing her lips and chin in a glossy sheen. Steven’s breathy and pleasure laced moans filled the library with every bit of his spend that spilled into the princess’s mouth. When he was finished, he pulled back and stared in awe at the breathtaking sight of her with her mouth painted white. She dragged her finger over the globs that missed their target, bringing it all her mouth as well. Steven watched with a dumb smile while she swallowed every bit of him down.

“Thank you,” he said, sitting back on the lounge chair and catching his breath, “thank you a thousand times, thank you.”

Her giggle was a whimsical melody to his ears, “the pleasure was mine.”

She walked over to her discarded nightgown and pulled it over herself. Steven couldn’t even bring himself to stand. His body had never felt so sated and numb. She brought his shirt over and handed it to him. When he tried to take it from her, she leaned in and kissed his lips softly before releasing the garment.

“I don’t even know your name, how silly is that?” She stepped back away from him.

“Steven, I’m Steven with a ‘V’.” He explained, still just sitting there as though his mind were empty.

“Isn’t that unique.” She gave him a coy smirk as she turned and started toward the library exit. “Well, Steven, if you fancy yourself a stroll around the far corner of the garden tomorrow at high noon, you might find something there worth your while.”

And then she exited the library, as if she’d never been there at all.

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