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Nightfall Heir

Chapter 8

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

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Summary: Two years have passed since the events surrounding the destruction of the Absolute. Baldur's Gate is slowly rebuilding itself from the rubble, and you and your companions have established yourselves within the city to help in its restoration.

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

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There was no way of telling how long you had been kept captive. When you had been awoken, your eyes were almost swollen shut. In profound darkness and restraints, the passaging time was practically impossible to ascertain. You did not know what time of day or night it was, and your Drow eyesight was next to useless now. Not knowing when Faceless was coming was just one aspect of the fear. However, knowing Astarion may be dead was the worse thing you could imagine. And as such, it gnawed at you every waking hour, which is why you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering towards the darkest of places.

Faceless had let slip to you that you were with child.

But... how? You strained your mind and some sliver of memory graced you. You remembered that Faceless had special abilities regarding the sanguine arts of blood. But you had been menstruating. Or so you thought you had been... or was the bleeding because of your apparent pregnancy? Would Astarion not have been able to taste the difference in your blood too, when he drank from you all those nights ago?

But nothing you could think of made sense. So, you opted to keep your wits and focus your efforts on surviving. You could do nothing but.

Upon being tied to the whipping frame, Faceless had tortured you in the most obscene, painful ways. Your back and buttocks were covered in weeping gashes and slices. The leather of your hide and flesh was fraying, blood flowing and sizzling from each wound as you were sliced open, re-opening and healing every few minutes with her use of potions. She relished in your prolonged suffering. Perhaps it was revenge for things you had done to her in times past when the Dark Urge had power over you.

Sweat and blood were clinging to your face like a visceral glue. You had screamed until your throat had been shredded to nothing but a coarse whisper. Despite the torture and blood loss, the baby was alive. Or so Faceless told you. She would kill it in the end, though, or so she tormented. You were terrified and furious and distraught all at once. Your heart ached at the thought of not surviving... not seeing him... having the child you carried in your womb ripped from your body. That is, if you were actually carrying one.

All you could do was curl inwards, pushing the anguish to the back of your mind so that it did not swallow you whole.

But, try as you might to distract yourself, you could not help but keep envisioning him in pain, in danger... dying in the street in agony while the sun scorched him to a cinder.

There was nothing she wanted more than to destroy you and make Astarion suffer as a consequence. The searing lash of the whip continued to rain down upon you. But, for however long it had been, your silent tears had not faltered.

Hour after agonizing hour, the relentless torment unfolded, each blow leaving its mark. The days blurred together in a haze of uncertainty, unsure of how long her sadistic pleasure lasted. Sickening sounds of bones snapping echoed through the air, drowned out only by the muffled cries that escaped your swollen and bloodied lips. The acrid smell of fear and pain hung heavy in the air, as the excruciating torture persisted.

Your head was so darkened and clouded you could no longer tell whether you were on the material plane or were ascending through the heavens.

In the far distance, the air was filled with the piercing sound of desperate shouting and agonising screams. The echoes of clinking and clanging metal reverberated, creating a cacophony that resonated through the surroundings.

The ferocious roar of a bear.

Halsin?

The crackling of lightning and explosions of fire.

Gale and Shadowheart?

Shouting, cursing, slicing...

Lae’zel , Wyll and Karlach?

So many voices were flooding into your mind.

“My love...” His voice... “What in the fucking hells have they done to you?”

The gentle touch of those silken arms wrapped around you, softly cradling your broken body off the cold, metal rack. In the dimly lit room, numerous figures stood silently, their voices muffled and incomprehensible to your ears. However, a flicker of familiarity sparked within your mind, recognizing them in some inexplicable way.

Your eyesight was distorted, everything merging into a chaotic blend of vibrant hues. The agony persisted, relentless in its grip on your battered and contorted body. Yet, amidst the torment, it was Astarion’s embrace that offered a sliver of solace. But even in that fleeting respite, the metallic tang of blood clung to the air, its sticky residue coating his armor, a visceral reminder of the gruesome encounters he had endured.

“No amount of spells or potions is going to heal her in this accursed place.” Halsin spoke. “We must take her home.”

You could discern your love was sobbing as he clutched your almost lifeless frame. “I must make every one of these fuckers pay with their lives.”

“I will help you achieve that.” You heard Wyll’s voice. You could hear the others agreeing.

“Shadowheart and Halsin are the only ones who can save her.” You heard Gale say.

“Take her home, do what you can for her, please...” Astarion’s tone was pleading and desperate.

“By the Oak-Father’s blessing, you have my word.” Halsin answered. You could feel his burly arms taking you from Astarion’s, and he held you like a father would to his newborn child.

“Astarion...” Your voice whimpered.

“It is alright, my sweet darling, you are safe now. All will be well again. I will come home soon, I promise you. Let our big bear take you back.” He kissed your forehead softly before you heard him and the others leave the dank room. You could feel tears wetting your dry, crusted eyes again. You did not want him to go. But you could not stay there either.

Halsin muttered a few soft words, and you felt a warm embrace surround you both. The sound of faint whispers echoed in your ears, like a distant melody. As Halsin’s magic took effect, a subtle and mild numbness began to spread over your body, like a comforting blanket. The sensation caused a wave of euphoria to wash over you, releasing the tension from your weary, beaten muscles. Though it didn’t completely ease your condition, it created a feeling akin to being intoxicated, enveloping your mind in a gentle haze. Your vision became slightly hazy as your eyelids grew heavy, like lead weights. This time, the sensations were... pleasant.

A stark change from the relentless suffering you had just been put through.

Just before you fully slipped away, a warmth in your abdomen tingled like a small spark igniting in the dark of your stomach, and then you blacked out.

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All Halsin could think about was getting you to your home so you could get the care you needed. You did not have long left, that was a certainty. Not if you remained in such a wretched environment. Astarion was livid, and not just with his hunger, but with his guilt for allowing such atrocities to happen to the woman who he had found his salvation in. You had brought him the very thing that had given meaning and hope to his eternal life: love, and a desire to find inner peace. That peace was something that seemed to elude him and the others now. There was something greater afoot, and it left Halsin troubled.

Just how had Faceless survived? You had destroyed her.

And you could recall nothing from your time in the cult? The knowledge you did have came from the tadpole.

Questions swirled about in Halsin’s mind and his brow furrowed at the very thought of the mysterious ordeal. However, once he had you nestled safely within your house, his focus shifted and all his thoughts became dedicated to aiding you as best he could.

Upon entering the room, Halsin gently set you upon the bed as if you were fine glass ready to shatter. Carefully, he peeled the cloak he had wrapped you in from your flesh, revealing every inch of the carnage that Faceless and the cult had left upon you.

He felt tears sting his eyes. The cruelty of what they had done to you was unfathomable. Shadowheart had already begun weeping at the sight of you and so went to prepare you a bath, a meal, and clean clothing. Halsin’s healing powers far surpassed her own, and she knew he needed the utmost concentration.

Sweeping his large hand over your body, he began whispering a prayer to the Oak-Father. Tendrils of glowing emerald wrapped around and caressed you in a deep, pleasant warmth. Your body slowly began to repair itself. As his hand moved over your lower abdomen, he halted. His hazel eyes shot open as he looked down at you in surprise, losing his concentration on the spell. He could feel the beginnings of life growing within you - one of the many gifts he had obtained as Archdruid. He placed a palm gently against your stomach and a genuine smile spread over his lips.

“There is one among the stars looking after you, and her strength will keep your tiny soul safe.”

He returned his focus to the prayer, hoping to repair every bit of damage that had been inflicted. It pained him deeply to see the broken face of his dear friend. Though the swelling had gone down somewhat and the gashes on your body had closed up, there were still numerous injuries.

“Will you be able to bring her round?” Halsin heard Shadowheart question from the doorway of your bathroom.

Halsin smiled over at her. “Her state is extremely dire, but I am hopeful.”

Shadowheart could see his work. It was making a marked difference to you.

You groaned after a short while, your consciousness slowly returning.

Shadowheart hurried to the bedside and touched your hand to let you know she was beside you. She also carefully tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered and creaked open, their pupils shrinking from the candlelight of your bedchamber. Your skin felt as though it were still on fire. Every breath was agony to draw. The internal injuries would take quite a lot longer to fix, it would seem. You were exhausted, but were able to look upon the furrowed brows of worry of Halsin and Shadowheart, at least for a moment. Your head was throbbing from your inability to truly open your eyelids any further. You had not the strength to even turn your head. Your mind was full of fear for the life of your beloved, the ache in your heart amplified by the sound of his anguished voice still lingering in the back of your mind. It was all too much. Tears trickled down your pained features, their trails burning along your wounds as they fell.

Halsin stood slowly from the side of the bed and placed a gentle hand on your forehead. The overwhelming need for rest made it easy to pass out once more as soon as you shut your eyes.

Shadowheart removed her hand from yours as you slipped into an uneasy sleep.

“It may take quite some time for her to regain full consciousness,” Halsin mumbled, shaking his head.

“Was... is everything you said about the baby true, Halsin?” Shadowheart looked up to him, her eyes wearied. “I saw and heard what you said before, that one among the stars is keeping her tiny soul safe whilst you had your hand upon her stomach.”

Halsin nodded, a sad smile falling to his features. “I sensed the faint essence of life as I moved my healing towards her stomach.”

“How is such a thing possible?” Shadowheart tilted her head as she looked back down at you, her mind still grasping the concept.

“Have you ever heard of the Dhampir?” Halsin asked as he wrang the water from the cloth he was going to use to wipe your face.

“I... I have not...” she answered, her voice uncertain yet curious. “I can only assume that they are... half-vampires?”

“In a sense, yes,” Halsin nodded.

He placed the cool and damp cloth onto your forehead and laid his hand on your stomach once more. The very beginning of a barely visible mound had formed, making Shadowheart’s eyes widen in shock as she focused on it.

“She never mentioned that she was pregnant...”

“I have a feeling that she herself did not even know.” Halsin sighed. “From the blood that had been on her inner thighs, she had been menstruating, or so it seemed.” He removed his hand from your stomach and continued to wipe your face. “Her pregnancy could well have triggered her bleeding. It would not have been a true period of fertility if she were already carrying a babe. She bled, though; of that, there is no doubt.”

“What could cause such a thing, though?” Shadowheart queried further.

“Who knows?” Halsin mused and stared into the depths of the fire which burned in the hearth nearby. “It could be the stretching of the womb, or something more serious. I do not know enough about the pregnancies of potential Dhampir children. But the babe’s life essence seems strong and unharmed.”

“We know that she still lets Astarion feed from her from time to time... I wonder if... “ Shadowheart trailed off as she blushed.

The archdruid smirked and raised a curious eyebrow towards her. “Wondered if what?”

Shadowheart cleared her throat. “I wonder if her blood tasted any different.”

Halsin nodded as he pondered the thought. Shadowheart had a point.

“It is possible, but it is also possible that he thought nothing of it. It is not like either of them has been familiarised with such a situation before,” he laughed softly. Shadowheart couldn’t help the amused grin that formed on her own features.

“Well, as soon as they are familiarised... or perhaps we should suggest the matter?” She coughed slightly and looked down.

Halsin eyed Shadowheart curiously. “I think we should wait for Tav to regain her senses.”

Shadowheart looked him directly in the eyes, but her expression was filled with concern. “I am also worried that Faceless has suddenly returned … It cannot be a sheer coincidence, surely…”

Halsin stroked his chin, staring off into space for a second before gazing at her once more. “Indeed.”

They both looked back upon your form and then to the beautiful garden and river view beyond your balcony doors. Neither of them knew what other machinations were occurring behind the scenes. All the same, the thought left both Shadowheart and Halsin worried for your safety and that of the child.

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heartbeatan · 10 months

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The Art of Revenge (Chapter 8)

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Chapter 8

You woke up the next morning bright and early after another night of great sex… like really, really great sex. You didn’t stay up all night, the way you had on your first night together, but you did make love until the early hours of the morning. But last night, everything between you was just so much more… intense.

You looked over to look at a sleeping Jungkook beside you, and admired the soft way his bare chest rose and fell with each of his deep breaths. It made you think of how good it felt when that chest of his was dragging over your hardened nipples, while he had you caged beneath him and was rolling his body into yours. You remembered the breathy way he moaned your name, or called you “baby” or told you how fucking good it felt to be inside you. And you remembered when he could no longer form words, how instead his appreciation and mounting pleasure began to wheeze out of him in whining pants. And when he came… God, you loved how he crushed your body, and the hard way he ground his pelvis into yours. Most of all, you remembered the feel of him shuttering in your arms with every single burst of pleasure he spilled into you.

The sex had been sensual, sweet, and dirty - and your minds and bodies had been so incredibly in sync. You marveled at how you had achieved such intimacy with someone you weren’t in a relationship with, nonetheless, someone you hardly knew. Wasn’t that kind of connection reserved for great loves? Or was it reserved for people who had no-strings arrangements? Was it the lack of attachment that allowed all your inhibitions to be cast aside - because you didn’t worry if he saw you completely undone, or cared that he knew how crazy he made you feel?

The sex had also been long and unrushed. Instead of fighting to come as many times as you could fit into a night, you both were patient… taking your time to pleasure each other, to tease each other, to drink in every single sensation, and bring yourselves to the brink over and over again - until finally you came, and it felt like every unsung orgasm had burst out of your soul all at once.

After it was all said and done, after you cleaned yourselves up in an unnecessarily long shower together, you changed the sheets (because, well, that was necessary.) Then, you crawled back into bed, and you fell asleep over his chest to the steady lullaby of his heartbeat, and the feeling of his fingers tracing the length of your spine.

Now, you looked past Jungkook to the alarm clock on his side of the bed. You were surprised to see it was barely half-past six. But after the week you had, you figured your survival response was kicking your REM cycle to the curb. You pulled yourself out of bed and tiptoed off towards the bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen-minutes later, you sat on the edge of the mattress, hovering over a still-sleeping Jungkook. Just as he had woken you up a couple days ago, you smoothed a palm gingerly over him, and called his name softly until he began to stir.

He opened his eyes, just enough to see that it was you above him, but then close them again as sleep fought to keep him from you.

“Hey,” he said groggily, stretching a blind hand out to touch you, finding gentle purchase over your wrist.

“I’m gonna go into town for a little bit,” you said softly.

“Mm,” he acknowledged with a subtle nod. “Just gimme a minute, I’ll come with you.”

“No, stay. Sleep. I’ll get out of your hair for a bit.”

“I like you in my hair.”

You bit down on your beaming smile. “Do you need anything?”

“Mmmm,” he hummed again as he thought. “Where are you going?”

“I was going to get a present for Hyejin.”

“You don’t need to do that. I got her something.”

“I want to. I’m just gonna get a bottle of wine.”

“I have wine. You can take one.”

“I wanna get out for a bit.”

A sleepy smirk curled his lips. “I said you’d get sick of me first.”

“That’s not it,” you chuckled. “I got some stuff I should check up on. You know… when the real world starts calling your truck looking for me, I figure I should do a check-in.”

“Okay,” he said, stroking his fingers along your arm. “Just promise to come back.”

“I promise. Text me if you think of something.”

He nodded, then went fairly still - you could tell sleep was overtaking him again. You moved to sit up, but before you could, Jungkook’s hand tightened around your wrist. You looked back at him.

“That’s not how you leave a man’s bed, Y/N,” he said.

You stifled a blush, then did as he asked. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him chaste and gentle, letting your lips linger a touch longer than they probably should.

“One more,” Jungkook mused when you pulled back. And once again you complied, kissing him a touch firmer and a touch longer.

“One more,” he said again.

“Last one,” you said sternly, kissing him a final time, then jumping to stand up before he could distract you from your schedule. With a sweet and self-satisfied smile on his face, he rolled over onto his side, showing off his impressive arms and muscular back, and pounded a squishy pillow beneath his body.

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You were in town a little after 7AM, but since the liquor store wasn’t open for another hour, you grabbed yourself a coffee and a breakfast bagel, then parked your car in some lot overlooking the public beach, and jeered at all those eager go-getters who were jogging along the boardwalk. On any other day, you might have been one of those go-getters, but today, they just made you feel lazy.

You decided it was time to turn on your phone. You thought it might be a good idea to make sure your stepmother hadn’t forced your father to call in the military or something. You were relieved when you discovered no one had. You were also relieved that the volume of daily messages flooding your notifications had dropped significantly. People were getting your message: you didn’t want to be bothered.

The eviction notice for Chris was prepared by your lawyer, and she informed you that she sent it to him in a registered letter. She also emailed you a copy for your records, or for you to issue to him yourself. You fantasized about what he would look like if you were the one to hand it to him. You even workshopped a few punchy lines you could say. But then again, cutting him off from you cold turkey was thus far proving to be driving him mad. A registered letter would be just the cutthroat coldness he deserved. If you were lucky, from this point onward you may never have to see that man’s face ever again. Regardless of how he got the notice, however, this PDF in your box was a sobering reminder that this was really happening. This chapter of your life was officially beginning to close. You needed to start looking to begin a new chapter.

You also found another important email from your travel agent about the honeymoon trip. It was scheduled for the late fall, so you would have been escaping the first of the winter chill, then returning in time to celebrate your first Christmas together as a married couple. The first two weeks you were going to spend traveling like tourists, seeing historic landmarks, eating delicious foods, and appreciating the cultures of the places you visited. The final two weeks were a complete and total winddown at a romantic resort. You were going to spend your days lazily sunbathing in the sand, and making love every night to the soundtrack of crashing waves on the beach. You hadn’t been on a proper vacation in years - or ever, really - and your honeymoon was a dream trip. But you weren’t going anymore - and you almost hated Chris the most for that.

The email from your travel agent was full of apologies and regrets.

Yes, he was also a friend of yours, and yes, he had heard the news.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t be completely refunded for the trip. That didn’t seem so bad, except that the part that couldn’t be refunded equated to about half the cost. Poetic, since half of the parties involved caused the honeymoon’s demise. But the whole trip could be postponed for a year, or he could offer you vouchers which would be good for five. You had until the end of the month to decide. You typed out a reply to him, letting him know you would think about it, and asked him about other potential options. As you did, you began asking yourself the what-ifs of not canceling the trip. You had already blown away your vacation time by taking this month off, but perhaps they’d allow you to take an unpaid leave – emotional distress and all - and you could just go by yourself. Or perhaps you could take a friend with you. In the past, that friend would have been Stephanie, so that option was tricky. She had been your best friend and all - it’s not like there was a dugout full of best friends waiting for their turn at the plate. One would think a free month-long vacation would be something people would jump at. But the truth was, most of your friends were married with small kids, and had jobs that wouldn’t let them blow off work for a month.

Perhaps… Jungkook would go with you? If anyone had time, he would…

You licked your lips as you thought about it.

You could see it so vividly in your mind. Walking hand-in-hand through cobblestone streets, not unlike how you had already walked together along the streets of his town. You would have your bucket hat and dorky waist bag, and he would probably look like some cool Ray-Ban Sunglass model. You could also imagine how it would smell when you made love in your oceanside hotel room. The salty air, his natural scent mingling with sweat, and how amazing the cool breeze from the window would feel over your bare and heated skin.

Sitting alone in your car, your hips began to subtly move as you thought about it. It was a fantasy too perfect to ever be a reality. Today was only your third day together. Five days ago… or maybe six… you were engaged to be married to someone else. You lived hours away from each other already, and soon he’d be going on tour. You barely knew each other… this was just about sex. This was just about revenge.

But… when you thought about the way he touched you, and looked at you, and the way he fucked you… was it really all that crazy to think that there was more happening between you than sex and revenge? If you stayed with him longer – the way he had offered - would it be so unrealistic to think that after his tour, he’d be willing to jump on a plane with you and do it all again for another month? What if it became more than a month…

“You gotta stop,” you said out loud to yourself. Even if by some chance Jungkook was feeling the way you were feeling after only two nights together, you knew pursuing anything more right now would be stupid. You were grieving, and he was a warm body that showed you affection. Even with a level head, daydreaming about uprooting your life for a fuckbuddy after barely three days was insane. So certainly, and unlevel head couldn’t be trusted to know if your feelings were anything more than insecure need.

Maybe I need to leave, you kept this thought in your head, in case saying it out loud might make it happen. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay – for as long as he’d have you. But the longer you stayed… the more likely it was that you’d end up with two broken hearts in under thirty days. Maybe you should go back to your home… even though, as you thought about it, it didn’t feel like much of a home anymore.

“Not today,” you rationalized, shaking your head as you came to a resolution. You couldn’t leave him today. When you left him this morning, he made you promise that you would come back to him. You also said you would go to a party with him.

Plus, you looked up to a bright, clear, cloudless sky, it might rain today, and driving in the rain is unsafe.

Nope. Today would not be a good day to drive back to your broken life. You could check the weather tomorrow – and with any luck, it might actually look like it could rain.

With that, you tossed your phone into your purse, turned the ignition, rolled out of the parking lot, and made your way to the liquor store.

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You wandered alone through town for another hour or so. It hadn’t been your intention - you were planning on returning to Jungkook’s house after you dealt with a few more break-up details and bought the wine. But as the town became more and more lively, you felt yourself drawn into it. It was a gem of a place - like something you would see in a movie or read about in a romance novel. A romance novel that probably wouldn’t have started out much unlike your own story. A heroine, escaping her big and busy life due to some tragedy, taking a pilgrimage to a quaint, coastal village to stay in the house her estranged Aunt had bequeathed to her, then falling in love with the hunky grounds keeper or something like that. Tragedy you had, inheritance you didn’t have, but hunky man you definitely had several times over. Two out of three. The question now was how the story was going to end. You didn’t know. But as you thought about it, as you walked the concrete sidewalks, and wandered through the farmers market, and peered into the restaurants and shops - which all seemed to have a live and in love display couple canoodling in their front windows - you wished he was there with you.

Your phone began to vibrate, and you were relieved to find Jungkook’s number pop up on the screen, and wondered if your fantastical thoughts had somehow willed him to call you. Maybe he’d meet you down here, and you could go on an adventure like you had the day before, and maybe even give his truck another test run.

“Hi,” you greeted him cheerfully.

“Heyyy,” he drawled out the greeting, and you knew something was up. “Where are you?”

“Still in town. What’s up?”

“Well… had a bit of an emergency up here, and I was hoping you could maybe do us a favour?”

Us? you wondered who the us in the equation was.

“Sure,” you replied.

“I’ve got some clients that showed up here needing to use the studio, and the lawn, and they want me to take some photos. They’re on a pretty tight deadline.”

“Oh?” you sounded surprised. Which was fair… this wasn’t the type of “emergency” you were used to getting called about.

“Yeah, sorry… If we could have scheduled it for another day I would have but… they won’t be here long though.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head. “It’s fine. You do what you need to do.”

“Thanks, babe.”

You went still when you heard the pet name roll so casually off his tongue. You couldn’t see him, but he seemed to pause as well as he registered the slip. “Babe” was something that was okay in the bedroom, but to be used outside of the bedroom was… different.

“Thing is…” he sounded sheepish now, like he was embarrassed about what he was about to say. “They need something from town, and I was hoping you could pick it up? And maybe some pizzas?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed. In fact you were relieved you could make yourself useful and finally find a way to help him out. “What do I need to get and how many pizzas?”

“Body paint. Specifically the edible kind.”

You paused again, tilting your head as your mind ticked with why on earth edible body paint would be needed for a photoshoot. “What kinda clients are these, Jungkook?” you teased.

“I swear, it's not a kinky thing,” he laughed. “Although, it could be if you’re into it.”

You smiled, “Maybe not in front of an audience.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “Basically, my friend got a cool opportunity to be a costume and makeup artist for a theater production. But she needs to submit her proposal by tomorrow - hence the emergency. But, apparently some of the colors from the edible brand at the adult store look better or show up better on camera or something - and she is out.”

“Which colors do I need to get?”

“Umm…” he thought, then you heard him moving through his house, and then you heard the chatter of people in the background. “Colleen, what colors do you need?”

“They come in a pack. Can she get two?”

“Did you catch that?” Jungkook said to you.

“Yup. And where is this place.”

“Well, it’s a small town and all, so it’s in a strip mall right next to the highway exit, facing the road so that everyone can see your shame and gossip about it.”

“Oh, great. I was really looking to build a reputation for myself,” you mocked. “And where should I get the pizza?”

“Right next door. I’ll pay you when you get back?”

“Not unless you want me to tan your ass next,” you quipped, then began looking around you since you had just recklessly made a sex joke in the middle of a wholesome market full of people.

“Well, shit,” Jungkook laughed. “Try to keep it professional, Y/N. This is work.”

You rolled your eyes, "You literally just propositioned me with leftover edible body paint."

"Did I?" he feigned ignorance.

“Alright, buddy," you gave up with another laugh and another eye roll. "Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No. That’s all. Call me if you have trouble.”

“Will do. See you soon.”

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Jungkook’s house looked like pure chaos when you returned. There were five cars, several people running across the lawn, a few more running in and out of the house, and equipment and props strung randomly across the property.

You went inside, smiling at a few frantic strangers with garment bags who rushed by you with a short and polite “hello!” then made your way to the kitchen to set down the pizzas. You hadn’t spotted Jungkook yet, but you deduced from the phone call that he would likely be in his studio. You took the paint packages you had bought, and made your way towards the studio - a bit excited since you hadn’t had the chance to see inside it yet.

The first thing you saw, however, stopped you in your tracks. There were two people - a man and a woman - standing on some sort of platform in the middle of the space. They were naked. Well… depending on ones definition of naked. They had on tight, shiny blue underpants, and the rest of their bodies were half covered in blue paint to match. You were also staring down two asses. The one on the left, the one in front of the man, definitely belonged to Jungkook. At this point, you could recognize that cake from the Hubble. He was bent over, with a canister of paint in one hand and a brush in the other, while he colored over the man’s legs. The other ass was that of a woman’s, also bent in front of the female model as she painted - and you reasonably assumed it was Colleen.

“Sorry,” you looked down and put your hand up like a visor to shield your eyes from the models. You weren’t sure what protocol was here when in the presence of nude professionals, or if you had broken it. “I brought the paint.

“You can look!” the woman model called to you, then laughed, “Everyone else has already seen it.”

That was a relief. You looked back up to meet the eyes of the artist in question, as well as Jungkook.

“Oh my God,” Colleen rushed up to you. “Thank-you so much! You’re a lifesaver,” she beamed, then aggressively grabbed the packages from your hands and began tearing them open.

Jungkook laughed at the exchange, then whinked at you before returning to his painting.

Poor Colleen looked frantic - and it made you feel frantic, like you should be doing something instead of just ogling over her work, her naked models, and your busy revenge partner's tight butt.

“Can I do anything to help?” you offered, and the question seemed to give her a stroke.

“Actually,” Jungkook jumped in, then walked over to you and handed you the paint and the brush. “Can you help with this for a bit? I’m gonna get my camera ready and take a few shots of the process. Is that okay?” he looked to Colleen.

“Perfect!” she sang.

“I’m really not a painter,” you warned.

“You don’t have to be,” Colleen said. “This is only the base coat, I just need you to slop it on, then I go back and do all the details. And then when you’re done, I’ve got four more models for you to paint, but Greg might be able to help by then.”

You didn’t know who Greg was, but, it was probably fair to assume he was one of the people darting across Jungkook’s grass.

“I’ll come back and help,” Jungkook said. “Just gimme 15.”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, although you didn’t sound sure.

Jungkook leaned in, offering you a polite “welcome home” kiss before he uttered a “thank-you,” then left the room.

You pursed your lips in a bashful line, then looked back to the models, catching both their stares on you - which then made your cheeks heat. You stepped up to the male model, which made you blush even further.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, although you weren’t sure what you were apologizing for. “I’ve never painted a strangers body before. Tell me if I’m being weird.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” the man shook his head empathetically, “I was swindled into this too, and now I’m seven tequila shots into the process. I’m well beyond feeling weird,” he then flung his arms to the side, offering himself like a sacrifice. “Just paint away and try to avoid my balls.”

You chuckled, and Colleen rolled her eyes.

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The whole morning was wild, and rushed by at a pace that seemed inhumanely slow but also disturbingly quick. You were recruited for task after task, becoming yet another body running around the house and across the lawn. You didn’t even get a chance to grab a slice of the delicious smelling pizza - which was fine, since you didn’t even have the mindset to recognize if you were hungry or not.

By early afternoon, the models were painted, and then partially covered with whimsical garments small enough to make even pornstars blush. But the end result was remarkable. The models all looked like some sort of elven creatures. Their skin glimmering in various shades of blues, purples and greens, and adorned with intricate details to make them look like a truly undiscovered species - rather than guys and gals covered in body paint. Then the real photos began to happen, and you were once again put to work, holding up white sheets and mirror looking things to try to capture the proper lighting. This portion of the day was mostly under the direction of Jungkook, and it was endearing to see how he worked. Cool, calm, and casual. Just like he was the first day you saw him. And just like that first day, his presence commanded everyone’s attention. He gave clear, patient instruction, and it was clear he had a great eye for seeing and capturing things that others didn’t. He was a true artist, completely in his element and it made your chest swell with pride to watch him work.

By mid-afternoon, everything was completed, packed up, and the entourage that had invaded the property were barreling down the dirt road with a cloud of dust behind them. Jungkook spent the clean-up time making edits to the photos he took, and handed Colleen a drive of the best ones, before she gave him the tightest of hugs, then ducked into her car to speed off with the rest.

When you returned inside, you both crashed onto his giant bed, sprawling out your limbs, laying flat to stretch out your aching backs, and closed your eyes as you took in a few heavy breaths of air, and reveled in the sound of a once again quiet house.

“That was fun,” you said to him after a few minutes of much needed silence. “And pretty cool, I can’t believe how talented she is.”

“It’s pretty unique what she does,” Jungkook said, linking his hands up behind his head over the pillow. “There’s not a huge market for it yet, but it’s growing. Talent like that should be appreciated.”

“Mm hm,” you agreed, rolling your stiffened body over so you could cuddle yourself over his sturdy chest - a place you had become well accustomed to. “You’re really talented too. Have you ever thought of doing more with photography?”

You felt him shrug. “Yeah, I guess. But, I’ve got my graphic design stuff, and the band and all - who knows how long that will last. I’m not in a rush to run off with National Geographic. But maybe one day. Who knows?”

“How about your painting and digital stuff? Weren’t you supposed to do a gallery event or something?”

He dropped one of his hands and began softly tracing his fingers over your arm strung across his chest. “I didn’t know you knew about all that,” he sounded surprised. “Have you been stalking me, Y/N?”

“Maaaybee,” you said with a sheepish laugh. “Like I said, I needed to know you weren’t a serial killer.”

“Yeah, I was supposed to have a show. In town, but the gallery went under before I could.”

“Oh no!”

“Yeah, it was actually Hyejin’s gallery. That’s how we met. It’s hard to make a go of it up here.”

“Mm,” you nodded against him as you thought. Your work brain was beginning to spin. One of your past clients had been a gallery. Albeit the gallery, as far as you knew, was still fully functioning, and they were in a more populated place, but even then, you remembered how they struggled - and how rewarding it was when you helped them restructure their finances into something more viable. “I wonder if I could help?” you said out loud, mostly to yourself.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is part of what I do. I look at the books, and help businesses navigate their finances. There’s tons of grants she could get for a place like that.”

“She could probably use the help, to be honest, I don’t think she’s all that moneywise. Actually a lotta people up here could use the help. You should set up your own practice.”

“There’s none around here?” you looked up at him, intrigued by the idea.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I think most will get someone from the city. But, you know, it makes it tough when they're not here and don't get our economy. You’d make a killing - we love to support local.”

“Hm,” you nodded, raising your eyebrows and pursing your lips as you considered it. That would certainly be a sure-fire way to start over and put Chris and Stephanie far in your rearview mirror. You were selling your house and all already. You might have enough after the sale to start-up your own business - but it would be tight…

“I would be in on all the town gossip. I'd hear about all your skeletons, Jungkook," you smirked. "You find out a lot when you look at someone's books. Could you handle that?”

He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a mocking tone, “I think I’ll survive. Besides, what scandal would you discover? That I'm sleeping with the town's bookkeeper?"

Now that was a thrilling suggestion. An escape, a new home, a lovely new town, and still getting fucked on the regular? By Jungkook? Maybe more than just fucked? What a dream. A dream that you liked a little too much that, once again, it frightened you.

"Bookkeepers and accountants are two very different things, sir," you diverted with feigned offense.

"My mistake,” he feigned an apology. “What’s the difference?”

“Mmm…” you thought. “Well… technically, I guess an accountant can function as a bookkeeper too, but a bookkeeper needs their license to do accounting. Bookkeeping is like… recording and organizing finances. Accounting can be that, but we also analyze and find inefficiencies and report through proper channels. And, well…” you scrunched your nose, “…taxes.”

“Hmm,” he thought for a second. “So it’s like the difference between edible body paint and non-edible body paint? One can make something beautiful and the other can make something beautiful but can also act as nutrition?”

You snorted a laugh. “Umm… that’s a weird analogy, but I guess so.”

“I just wanted to circle back to the fact that we have an unused pack of edible body paint that’s been burning a hole in my mind all day.”

Desire instantaneously began flooding through your system. Between the long day and your aching muscles, you had nearly forgotten about your inspiring trip to the sex shop that morning, but now, it was all you could think about.

You pushed yourself off his chest, then crawled a little further up his body, so you could hover over him. “Well,” you gave him the most seductive look of approval you could offer. “I appreciate the reminder.” You leaned in and kissed him, which he graciously accepted. Then you whispered against his lips. “Let’s do some accounting,” you said, trying to sound sexy without snorting another laugh.

“Ooo, baby, I love when you talk dirty.”

Go to Chapter 9.

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Turtles Catches Up With Old GMMTV: Manner of Death, and What is a BL Edition

[What’s going on here? After joining Tumblr and discovering Thai BLs through KinnPorsche in 2022, I began watching GMMTV’s new offerings -- and realized that I had a lot of history to catch up on, to appreciate the more recent works that I was delving into. From tropes to BL frameworks, what we’re watching now hails from somewhere, and I’m learning about Thai BL's history through what I’m calling the Old GMMTV Challenge (OGMMTVC). Starting with recommendations from @absolutebl on their post regarding how GMMTV is correcting for its mistakes with its shows today, I’ve made an expansive list to get me through a condensed history of essential/classic/significant Thai BLs produced by GMMTV and many other BL studios. My watchlist, pasted below, lists what I’ve watched and what’s upcoming, along with the reviews I’ve written so far. Today, I cover Manner of Death, a MaxTul crime show that leads us to wonder if we can call it a true BL.]

FINALLY! Yeeeeeeah! I’ve waited a while to get this one out, and I’m so excited to finally drop this review: this is going to be a fun one. Let’s pour one out for the retired homey, Tul Pakorn, as I dive into Manner of Death! (MaxTul after a weekend of PerthChimon and FirstKhao, huh? GIMME!)

So, first things first: I cannot remember who exactly recommended Manner of Death for inclusion on the OGMMTVC watchlist. I APOLOGIZE. I am going to GUESS that it was a combo of @manogirl and @miscellar (and if I’m wrong, friends, please forgive me, and whoever really suggested it, give yourselves flowers in the comments so I can give you a high-five!). In any case, though, as I’ve mentioned previously, @manogirl gets the OGMMTVC Trophy for Hyping a Homey To One of the Best Ships Ever, for real -- MG, your repping on MaxTul has paid DIVIDENDS in my life, DIVIDENDS! I LOVE MAXTUL. I love them, your honors! And they are important, historically, for reasons illuminated below.

Okay, ha, with that out of the way, Manner of Death as a show gets included on the OGMMTVC list because, as was discussed in the comments of my review of Together With Me, MoD may or may not be a BL by way of the “rules” of the genre. The majority commentary on MoD established that MoD was a show that had BL elements in a crime genre-based show that served as an influence for future genre shows in Not Me and KinnPorsche.

Now, I will note, during my MoD liveblogging, that @true-unicorn-queen came thru to say -- actually, it IS a BL (thank you, TUQ, for jumping in the comments!). I am really going to enjoy digging into this, and I think there are some good examples that serve as evidence on both sides of the argument. A little outline to help us out, maestro:

1) The frame of this piece is going to center on whether we call MoD a “genre” show of another kind that’s not TECHNICALLY a BL (like a crime story, or a workplace drama), vs. whether we call it a BL because there were quite a few BL tropes in it, and I’ll also talk about 2) Why I think this argument works by way of who worked on this show (and who may have influenced this show), 3) The general excellence of the acting of this show (...okay, we’ll gently poke Tul a bit, ha), and 4) Touching a bit on the conversation of whether or not MoD impacted future genre shows,

along with some other floating bits about MoD and its wild ending, ha.

Off the bat, I think this show worked because it played with successful elements of BOTH the crime genre AND the BL genre. It was like, fusion television. The actual twists and turns of the mystery (I will try to not give away too much if you haven’t seen it yet!) were FABULOUSLY done, and I love suspecting everyone during stories like this. Hell, I was suspecting Oat, for heaven’s sake!

So regarding the is-it-a-BL-or-not conversation: I’m not a person who dabbles in binaries and hardcore definitions. I really think art is best when it is dynamic and NOT definitively binary -- when art is influenced by many things, by many elements, by many tentacles. (You’ll notice that this is why I LOVE this OGMMTVC project.) I really felt that I enjoyed MoD, purely as a fan, in part because this show used the best elements of the crime and BL genres to construct a story that was exciting, that was SMART, that was driven and crisp -- and most importantly, that was not DRAGGED or HELD BACK by EXPECTATIONS of EITHER genre.

I myself would not call MoD a BL, in part because I don’t want to set up expectations that it needed to MEET certain elements of the genre in order to CALL IT a BL. BUT -- to @true-unicorn-queen‘s point -- maybe I GET to call it a BL, because it used BL tropes so well? I’m not going to quibble in this too much (and honestly, if folks have thoughts on this, jump into the comments, because I think the conversation around this will automatically be fascinating and interesting).

I want to also add that MoD shares many elements with another well-known crime show that is also not a BL, but arguably BL-adjacent -- Jojo Tichakorn’s 3 Will Be Free. 3 Will Be Free is ABSOLUTELY NOT a BL. But what 3WBF established -- on GMMTV! -- was a show that was not CENTERED in queerness or a queer romance story. It was, instead, INCLUSIVE of queerness as a GIVEN of the environment and community in which the show was set. I thought this was groundbreaking for the GMMTV network.

Like I wrote recently about YYY, and akin to 3WBF, Manner of Death, very importantly in its writing, did not hew to a NEED to CENTER the burgeoning queer romance between Bun and Tan -- which I think many would argue is a necessary element of a BL. Their relationship was an important ELEMENT to the show, but it wasn’t a CENTER of the show -- until the end, when we got a bunch of fan service flowers..... and fuckin’ gun whips with a proposal, but let’s leave that alone for another sec, HA.

I really liked YYY for its macro-level commentary about what BL creators and performers face, by way of pressure, of NEEDING to include and/or CENTER a relationship in a BL. The character of Porpla served as a symbol of that internal and external pressure on BL shows to be ABOUT the romance.

Manner of Death just... didn’t deal with that. The center of the story was: who killed Jane? That was it. It was a murder mystery, first and foremost, with two dudes falling in love as a side story.

I’m shaking my head in wonder at this, because Manner of Death did the love side story much differently than 3WBF, all while paying homage and respect to the inclusion of queerness within the show itself. How did the show do it?

As y’all know from my MoD liveblogging, I totally marveled at how WELL this show included some important BL tropes. We had tender gay uncles AND a side couple IN THE SAME SCENE! ThatSorn were a NATURAL side couple, great chemistry, GREAT comedy, and BunTan totally knew what was up with them. Utterly cute! And I cackled at some other tropes, including BunTan choosing to MAKE OUT instead of checking the LAPTOP THEY STOLE from BUSTING A CAR WINDOW, lol.

The inclusion of these tropes was done VERY well, VERY sophisticatedly. Unlike 3WBF, where I did not expect to see BL tropes -- because 3WBF’s crime story was clearly not a home for BL tropes, at all -- I LOVED SEEING THEM in Manner of Death. It was like seeing old friends again.

I wanted to know what was up with that. So to MDL I went, and found that Title Nirattisai is MoD’s screenwriter. I knew I knew that name, and I went a-clickin’, and went -- AHHHH.

Title is the screenwriter of He’s Coming To Me. THE SCREENWRITER OF *HE’S COMING TO ME!!!* And he, along with Au Kornprom, wrote Dark Blue Kiss. As we know -- they are both Aof Noppharnach shows of the highest order.

WELL, WELL, FUCKING WELL! That solves THAT mystery. Why is the writing of Manner of Death so great? Why does it balance a crime genre story so well with the very best of BL tropes?

It’s because we have a writer in Title who defied and/or played with BL tropes in HCTM and DBK. HCTM, as I’ve previously established, was WELL AHEAD OF ITS TIME by way of storytelling, mood, and BL genre subversion. DBK was the first GMMTV BL to focus on an ONGOING and ESTABLISHED relationship -- à la Still 2gether, later in GMMTV’s history, but a decision that goes against the grain of your usual BL assumptions in seeing a relationship BEGIN, complete with flirtation, with longing, with yearning, etc.

Title is a screenwriter who is CLEARLY comfortable with playing outside of the boundaries of BL expectations -- HCTM is DEFINITIVE of that position. Again, I wondered broadly why Manner of Death was just such a GOOD and watchable show. It’s because its writing was flowing, seamless, and SMART. And I think Title knew, that by centering the show in CRIME and MYSTERY, as opposed to romance, that he could actually play around with expectations of BL romance in a new and singular way.

This is some cool-ass shit. 3WBF established that you could lead a crime story and include queerness. Manner of Death took this a touch further, and brought BACK the very best of BL tropes within a crime frame. BRILLIANT. And, listen. I have He’s Coming To Me on the OGMMTVC list as a BL. If we continue to extrapolate this argument, then -- I might contradict myself, and agree with @true-unicorn-queen, and maybe call Manner of Death a BL. In the end, I’ll give this argument to whoever wants to pick it up, because for me -- MoD was just a good damn SHOW that used mystery, BL, and romance tremendously well in its composition. And that’s why I think it was so successful.

(One last tiny note on this: let me not forget to note the director of Manner of Death is Ma-Deaw Chookiat, the director and screenwriter of Dew the Movie. He, like Title, is certainly someone who plays on the very interesting fringes and intersections of the BL genre.)

For my pure simpy pleasure, I also thought MaxTul were way better in this than in Together With Me, Max especially. (As I’ve now established -- MoD was an excellent show itself, with the script of Together With Me being shaky at best, except for dear Yihwa.) I previously noted that there were some little fumbles in Tul’s acting in MoD, but nothing that kept me from enjoying the show. But Max was REALLY damn good. AND: listen. I mean, I love how jocky both of these guys were in the show, but Max REALLY did fighting and gun stuff and like, physical crime stuff VERY well. It was exciting -- he didn’t seem like he was doing it for the first time. If the show felt like it nailed CBS primetime shit like, I dunno, Hawaii Five-O or whatever, by way of its fight scenes, then I call that a win. I CLEARLY don’t normally watch those kinds of shows, HA, but I’ll watch a crime show if it has MaxTul in it, dammit!

Really quickly, on the point about whether or not MoD had an influence on future genre shows like Not Me and KinnPorsche: I will await my Not Me viewing, and my rewatch of KP, to make that final judgement, and I promise I’ll include MoD analyses in both those reviews. I think this is an important conversation to have continuing over the course of the OGMMTVC project, because aligned with this conversation is still a lingering awareness and analysis of the pressures that BL creators face and struggle with vis à vis romance, as I mentioned before. This is a struggle that continues to this day, as we most recently saw in Tee Bundit’s Step By Step, and whether or not that show was meant to be a romance, a workplace drama, and/or a macro-commentary on BL and BL expectations. I’ll be watching Not Me for the first time -- and I was not aware, at all, of any of these kinds of pressures when I first watched KinnPorsche. I’d like to go in fresh with both shows to be aware of what they WEREN’T doing by way of tropes to create very unique art, and to understand if and how Manner of Death opened that door.

One other floating point: à la A Tale of Thousand Stars that follows Manner of Death, MoD is centered in the rural town of Viang Phra Mork, showing off Thailand’s gorgeous northern scenery. I actually didn’t fully put this together until I had moved on to ATOTS on the OGMMTVC list, but as I was watching MoD, I loved that over the course of the show, many of the characters, especially Rungtiva, were shown wearing more ethnic Thai-inspired clothes, just like Khama and the villagers in ATOTS. I love that over the course of the OGMMTVC, we have gotten to see more and more deep dives into Thailand and Thai culture (Moonlight Chicken being another excellent example). Y’all who follow my blog know that I’m particularly interested in tracking Thai politics and Thai cuisine in our shows, and any bits of Thai culture that I can glom onto in our shows is so welcome. I loved it, and I’ll refer more to this in my ATOTS rewatch review.

Finally, oh finally: MoD’s ending, HA. FIRST OFF: I mean, THE WEDDING, GAH. COME ONNNN. What a lovely farewell to MaxTul. At that point, I think it was assumed that we’d see them one more time in Transplant, but alas. But I really loved that we got to see BunTan in full-circle commitment.

And that proposal. Y’all. Y’ALL. I. WAS. DYING. So not only did that proposal NOT NEED GUN WHIPS, LOL, but as @kattahj pointed out to me, the proposal included GIVING SORAWIT/SORN A GUN, which, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Listen. I didn’t get into the actual deep meat of the show itself, of the UTTER success of the mystery story, in part because I don’t want to give it away for folks who haven’t watched it yet. But -- if you haven’t watched it, please watch Manner of Death. It’s a wonderful break from the BL norm, done absolutely wonderfully by a stellar screenwriter in Title, acted very well by Max, acted very attractively by MaxTul, and the supporting cast was spot on. I know I’ll be checking out Triage at some point to say my final-final farewell to Tul Pakorn, and I wish him all the very best in his next career. We’ll see Max and Toptap next in The Outing, and while that show looks -- confusing? -- I’ll definitely be following it for Max, to see what’s next up in his career. (I hope his health is doing better.) MoD kicked ass, with that classic MaxTul heat, crime, intrigue, AND romance, and it was an utterly successful show that’s absolutely worth celebrating.

[We’re truckin’! I’m making process on my review queue: we have my A Tale of Thousand Stars rewatch review dropping next week, with Lovely Writer after that, and then a double-review of Last Twilight in Phuket and I Promised You The Moon. I’m also going to squeeze in a review of The Warp Effect on Thursday for that Only Friends-flava.

Not Me, 55:15 Never Too Late, and Bad Buddy/Our Skyy 2 rewatch on the horizon. Boom boom boom!

List below. As ever, feedback to ya gal is welcome!

1) The Love of Siam (2007) (movie) (review here) 2) My Bromance (2014) (movie) (review here) 3) Love Sick and Love Sick 2 (2014 and 2015) (review here) 4) Gay OK Bangkok Season 1 (2016) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 5) Make It Right (2016) (review here) 6) SOTUS (2016-2017) (review here) 7) Gay OK Bangkok Season 2 (2017) (a non-BL queer series directed by Jojo Tichakorn and written by Aof Noppharnach) (review here) 8) Make It Right 2 (2017) (review here) 9) Together With Me (2017) (review here) 10) SOTUS S/Our Skyy x SOTUS (2017-2018) (review here) 11) Love By Chance (2018) (review here) 12) Kiss Me Again: PeteKao cuts (2018) (no review) 13) He’s Coming To Me (2019) (review here) 14) Dark Blue Kiss (2019) and Our Skyy x Kiss Me Again (2018) (review here) 15) TharnType (2019-2020) (review here) 16) Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey (OffGun BL cuts) (2016 and 2017) (no review) 17) Theory of Love (2019) (review here) 18) 3 Will Be Free (2019) (a non-BL and an important harbinger of things to come in 2019 and beyond re: Jojo Tichakorn pushing queer content in non-BLs) (review here) 19) Dew the Movie (2019) (review here) 20) Until We Meet Again (2019-2020) (review here) 21) 2gether (2020) and Still 2gether (2020) (review here) 22) I Told Sunset About You (2020) (review here) 23) YYY (2020, out of chronological order) (review here) 24) Manner of Death (2020-2021) (not a true BL, but a MaxTul queer/gay romance set within a genre-based show that likely influenced Not Me and KinnPorsche) 25) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) (review here) 26) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For The Sake Of Rewatching Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (review coming) 27) Lovely Writer (2021) (review coming) 28) Last Twilight in Phuket (2021) (the mini-special before IPYTM) (review coming) 29) I Promised You the Moon (2021) (review coming) 30) Not Me (2021-2022) 31) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) (thesis here) 32) 55:15 Never Too Late (2021-2022) (not a BL, but a GMMTV drama that features a macro BL storyline about shipper culture and the BL industry) 33) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) and Our Skyy 2 x BBS x ATOTS (2023) OGMMTVC Rewatch 34) Secret Crush On You (2022) [watching for Cheewin’s trajectory of studying queer joy from Make It Right (high school), to SCOY (college), to Bed Friend (working adults)] 35) KinnPorsche (2022) (tag here) 36) KinnPorsche (2022) OGMMTVC Fastest Rewatch Known To Humankind For The Sake of Re-Analyzing the KP Cultural Zeitgeist 37) The Eclipse (2022) (tag here) 38) GAP (2022-2023) (Thailand’s first GL) 39) My School President (2022-2023) and Our Skyy 2 x My School President (2023) 40) Moonlight Chicken (2023) (tag here) 41) Bed Friend (2023) (tag here) (Cheewin’s latest show, depicting a queer joy journey among working adults) 42) Be My Favorite (2023) (tag here) (I’m including this for BMF’s sophisticated commentary on Krist’s career past as a BL icon) 43) Only Friends (2023)]

#manner of death #manner of death meta #he's coming to me #max nattapol #tul pakorn #maxtul #bun x tan #tan x bun #buntan #bl tropes #thai bl tropes #the old gmmtv challenge #turtles catches up with old gmmtv #turtles catches up with thai BLs #turtles catches up with the essential BLs #ogmmtvc

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i had a dream that sam and dean took cas to an art museum and showed him all these paintings of angels and it was like that scene in vincent and the doctor and cas said these paintings are beautiful because they depict the angels as human when a true angel could never be described as anything but monstrous and i woke up crying

anon i love this SO much. i love it so much i had to write it. this is 1.4k, destiel, human!cas

They’re making their way out of the city, monster killed and day saved, when Castiel sees a poster, pasted up on the side of the plywood wall of a construction site. It’s an angel—he doesn’t recognize the artist, but he’d guess late 19th century. Be Not Afraid: a History of Angels in Art, it proclaims, the logo of the city’s largest art gallery tucked into the corner.

Castiel stares at it. The angel on the poster stares back, wings spread and staff raised. Valiant. Something in his heart twitches, but it’s hard to place. He still has his blade, tucked safely into the trunk with the rest of their frequently used weapons, and he never had wings like that; even the shadows, the ones they showed to humans, were simply the closest representation to the real thing possible in this dimension (his back aches anyway, dimly, his human body reacting to the loss as if they were real severed appendages. He ignores it).

Dean notices, because of course he does. He stops, because of course he does, and flags Sam down before his long legs can carry him too far ahead. “Hey. You good?”

Castiel isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at the poster, but it’s long enough that Dean is obviously concerned. “Hm? Oh. Yes, I’m—I’m fine.”

Dean nods but doesn’t move. He considers the poster. “Art gallery, huh?” he asks, avoiding the obvious elephant. Castiel appreciates it. He nods back.

“I’ve never been to one,” he offers, as explanation. It seems odd—he can remember the painting of the Sistine Chapel, he remembers watching with fascination as humans began collecting the smaller paintings into collections and museums, but he’d never been inside one. It hadn’t seemed necessary. Humans collect art in large boxes to remember their history, but Castiel has seen it all.

Dean seems surprised by this. “Seriously?” Castiel nods, and there’s a pause, and he’s about to turn and keep heading towards the car, and Kansas, and home, when Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns to call over his own.

“Sammy! How do you feel about seeing some art?”

“You want to go to an art gallery?” Sam sounds incredulous, and is closer behind him than Cas expected. He hadn’t noticed him retreat the half-block he’d managed to gain on them.

“Yeah, why not? Come on. What happened to ‘a little culture wouldn’t hurt, Dean?’”

"What happened to ‘I’ve got plenty of culture, eat your damn burger?’”

“It’ll be fun, Sam,” Dean counters. Something in his tone has changed. Cas doesn’t think too hard about it.

There’s a long pause, and Cas knows there’s some sort of communication happening he can’t hear or see. “…Okay,” Sam concedes. “Okay, sure. Yeah. Let’s go.”

So they do.

Dean makes a comment about “haven’t been in one of these since I was a kid,” before they all fall into the hushed silence of the museum floor. It’s nice—nicer than Castiel had expected. Not in aesthetics; the building is sleek, and modern, and the art is obviously beautiful. But it’s nice to be there. It feels almost Holy—humans, funny creatures they are, with their habit of treating their own culture with the respect of something divine. Creating houses of worship out of museums and libraries and living rooms.

He wanders through the various exhibits but doesn’t really pay attention until he ends up in the exhibit from the poster. He’d managed to lose the Winchesters halfway through the photography exhibit, when both the brothers had gotten distracted. Castiel had continued onward anyway, on a mission, and by the time he finds himself walking into the angel exhibit he’s on his own.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the largest paintings in the room. It’s not the same angel as the poster. It’s several, actually, looking over what appears to be Mary and a baby Jesus. The angels are beautiful—smooth, flawless skin. They have long hair that looks soft, even in paint. They’re wearing white robes, and their wings are white and dove-like. None of these angels have several heads, rotating bands of fire, or thousands of eyes. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t angels. The human who painted this didn’t know that, of course—none of them did. Humanity was faced with the concept of divinity and conceptualized it as a version of itself.

“The real things ain’t as cuddly, huh?”

Dean’s voice startles him, which he hates, both because he hates being startled and because he’s still adjusting to Dean being able to sneak up on him.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, pretending he’d known Dean was there the whole time, “you paint us like we’re human.” Not ‘us’ anymore, he reminds himself, but he brushes that thought off. Not now.

Beside him, Dean snorts. “Yeah, well. If you’d told any of those Renaissance guys that the real angels are dickhead balls of celestial intent, they’d’ve arrested you for heresy.”

Castiel shakes his head. “No.” he pauses. “Well, yes. But that’s—” he turns to face Dean for the first time. He notices Sam over Dean’s shoulder, focusing intently on a painting a few feet away and obviously pretending not to listen.

“My father—God—Chuck,” he cycles through, which will never not be weird, “created us first, but not in his image. We weren’t worthy of that. Only you were. Humans, his perfect creation, modeled after their creator. But then—” he turns back to the painting and gestures to it. “You created us in your image. You thought about divinity and you couldn’t conceive anything more Holy than yourselves.”

Dean shifts. He tries for a laugh, but it comes out short. “Well, damn, Cas. Way to make a guy feel self-centered.”

Castiel turns back to him. He blinks. He frowns. That’s not what he means. “Most of my siblings thought so,” he agrees. “But I always thought it was an honor. Look,” He turns again and reaches out for the painting, only remembering a few inches from its surface to not touch it. “This one has a lyre. You always paint us playing music. But music, art….these are human things, Dean.” He lets his hand fall, but keeps his eyes forward. “We’re soldiers. They don’t teach us to play the harp in Heaven, they train us to fight. But these angels are…soft. Kind. Angels you trust to protect. The kind of angels people pray to, build churches to.” He looks back at Dean, who is staring at him with a frown. He holds his gaze, steady, and takes a deep breath before finishing. “I wish I was—that any of us were—worthy of being depicted this way. I wish we were the angels you paint us as.”

There’s a long pause while Dean searches his face, obviously trying to decide on the right reaction. If they were at home, Cas thinks Dean might reach out and hug him. Instead, Dean reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder—he lets it linger there, and Cas knows what it means, so that’s okay, too. “For what it’s worth,” he starts, and his voice is softer than the last time he spoke. “You’re the closest thing to those angels that I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but Cas smiles sadly as he turns back to the painting. “I’m not any kind of angel anymore,” he points out, and tries his hardest to keep his voice neutral.

Dean squeezes his shoulder and tilts his head, trying to recapture Castiel’s gaze. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, he looks back over. “Your wings weren’t what made you a good angel, alright?” he brings his other hand up to poke into Castiel’s chest. “That was all in here.”

He sounds like he’s quoting the Wizard of Oz, and Cas wants to make a joke about that, but he’s also never wanted to kiss Dean more. He doesn’t, because they’re in a museum, and they’re still working up to that, but he makes a note to do it later. Instead, he reaches up and pulls Dean’s hand away from his chest, links it in his own, and squeezes.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest, and it’s for everything.

Dean smiles. He understands. He squeezes back.

#i do hope it was ok to write this #i was hoarding this ask until i could #bc i couldnt stop thinking about it!!!#Anonymous #answered #my words #over 1k words #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #i am Not an art historian so i tried to keep all the descriptions vague enough to not cause problems but if there are issues im sorry

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queenshelby · 3 years

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My Friend’s Father (Part Five)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,848

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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YOUR POV

Two weeks had passed since you visited your friend Denise in Dublin and it was time for the annual Galway Arts Festival.

Denise had been working on a photography project for the past year and had been nominated for a student award in Galway as part of which ten of her photographs were being displayed during the Arts Festival.

Whilst, as you had expected, Cillian didn’t contact you, you knew that he would be there to support his daughter. Being an artist himself, he was very proud of her and her work and he supported her projects not only mentally but also financially with the caveat that she would finish her degree at Trinity College.

Unlike him, he didn’t want her to drop out of university even though she hated it and you certainly understood his reasoning.

Contrary to Denise, you had no creative bone in your body. You enjoyed art and theatre, but weren’t an artist or performer yourself. Instead, you were an A Grade Law Student who had become rather bored in Galway and had recently applied for a scholarship to Oxford University.

Reading was your passion and you had always been known as a geek. In school, you were the girl that no one liked, nerdy, not interested in fashion or social media and wearing braces, which, luckily, had been removed three years ago.

You were shy and it was only for Denise that you came out of your shell. She was popular in school, mostly due to her name, but also because she was generally confident and, over the years, she helped you gain confidence especially after you had left high school.

But, today, you knew you would be questioning your gained confidence once again since, first of all, you would be seeing Cillian again and the truth was that you couldn’t stop thinking about him in an intimate way and, secondly, you were featured completely naked on some of Denise’s photographs.

Whilst the photographs were artistic and not sexual in any way and your most intimate part wasn’t visible on them, it bothered you knowing that people you disliked would see you so vulnerable and you couldn’t remember why you had agreed to being photographed like that.

The other woman who Denise chose to photograph was Amalie. She was 23 and had been Denise’s friend for a while as well but, unlike you, she began modelling professionally when she was just 16. You all went to the same private school together and, clearly, her lifestyle had been largely financed by her parents. She always wore expensive clothes and had no interest in pursuing a career other than modelling, which barely sustained her lifestyle considering the few small jobs she got.

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Just as you served your last cup of coffee to an elderly lady sitting in the corner of the café you were working at, you saw Denise, Amalie and two other friends of Denise walk in.

‘Hey guys, take a seat. I will be right with you. I am just about to finish my shift’ you said as you hung up your apron.

‘Please tell me you will get changed before the Gallery opening tonight?’ Amalie asked somewhat weirdly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sat down at the table with her, Denise and the others before ordering some coffees for yourselves.

‘No, I thought I would go like this’ you said sarcastically, looking down at your coffee-stained clothes.

‘I bought a dress for tonight’ you then said, after Amalie didn’t seem to sense your sarcasm.

‘Right’ she then said as she flicked through Instagram and you simply looked at Denise who shrug her shoulders.

‘What are you looking for?’ you asked curiously as her eyes seemed to be glued to her phone.

‘She is looking to find more photos of my dad and Laura Jennings’ Denise said, rolling her eyes.

‘Laura Jennings, as in the actress?’ you asked, causing Amalie to nod.

‘Yes, apparently they have been dating’ Amalie then confirmed, causing you to swallow harshly. You knew that you shouldn’t care but you couldn’t help it. Knowing that Cillian was seeing someone made you feel ill.

‘And you care about that why?’ you then asked Amalie after an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine.

‘Apparently, just like you, Amalie thinks my dad is a DILF’ Denise huffed out before telling you how disgusting you all were.

‘Well, he is though…he is super hot’ Amalie then joked before carrying on. ‘And I don’t understand how you don’t know about Laura Jennings and whether this is true or not. You need to find out’ Amalie then said but Denise simply shook her head.

‘My father doesn’t share this sort of stuff with me and I certainly don’t want to know about his sex life, thank you very much. In so far as I am concerned, he doesn’t have sex, ever…yuck! Also, I would appreciate if you could not talk about my dad anymore, please. It grosses me out’ Denise said and you knew that, all of this had become a common occurrence ever since the day the first episode of Peaky Blinders aired on BBC, a show which Denise refuses to watch herself because of the heavy sexual content and a show which you, only a week ago, had begun to binge watch.

Cillian’s POV

When Cillian walked into the basement after you had left, he immediately saw the small folded up note you had left him but, reading it, made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He was torn about what to do with it and certainly knew that he should ignore it. He couldn’t see you again even if he wanted to.

The fact that you were 23 years younger than him and that you were his daughter’s best friend made it all wrong and highly inappropriate and he didn’t know what had gotten into him in the first place when he gave into you.

He had never felt attracted towards you in any sort of way until that last visit which was the first time had seen you since you and your family had moved away.

You changed in many ways and he wasn’t sure what it was that he liked about you. But what he knew was that it was more than just sexual attraction, which was usually something he knew how to supress.

With that in mind, he placed your note into his wallet and decided to ignore it for now. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it out.

***

With his bags packed it was time for him to return to Manchester and resume filming of the final season of Peaky Blinders.

The first week of filming went well and Cillian decided to spend the weekend with his friend, fellow actress Laura Jennings. Cillian and her had developed a friend with benefits sort of relationship. No strings attached and no feelings involved. After his divorce from Denise’s mother, he wasn’t ready for anything else and Laura would certainly not have been the type of woman he would have wanted a relationship with in the first place.

Unlike him, she wasn’t press shy and, whilst they kept their arrangement a secret as best as they could, she was otherwise quite active on social media.

Cillian, on the other hand, only maintained a private Instagram account with the sole purpose of being able to check on his children. Whilst they were adults, he was still worried about them, especially Denise who had recently gotten herself in a lot of trouble after distancing herself from this Jeremy boy.

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‘Another wine?’ Laura asked as Cillian was relaxing on top of the doonas, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs, after they had spent the last hour doing exactly what friends with benefits would do after not having seen each other for over two weeks due to busy filming schedules.

‘Yes please…thanks’ he responded as he reached for his phone after a notification had popped up.

It was his daughter Denise who had posted on Instagram and, since she hadn’t posted for a while, he decided to check it out, hoping that she wasn’t with Jeremy again.

To his surprise, three new pictures of Denise and her friends showed up when he opened the APP and, one of them, there was you.

In the picture, you were wearing accompanied by a man in his late twenties, wearing a suit while you were wearing a dark blue dress and he couldn’t help but wonder who the man by your side was.

You looked simply stunning, with your hair long and open and your shoulders exposed. You were wearing only a little bit of make up and showed your beautiful smile.

‘There you go Mr Murphy’ Laura then said as she returned to the bedroom with another glass of wine, pulling Cillian’s phone out of his hand and climbing on top of him.

‘Round Two?’ she then asked eagerly as she reached for another condom, but Cillian’s thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

‘Maybe tomorrow, I am tired. It has been a long week, sorry’ he explained, causing Laura to pout with disappointment.

But the second round never eventuated as Cillian left Laura’s house the following morning to drive back to Manchester to resume filming.

On his way back to Manchester, he called his daughter Denise to check on her and while he did, he enquired about your companion on the Instagram posts.

‘Why do you want to know?’ Denise asked somewhat confused but Cillian played it cool.

‘He looks familiar, that’s all. Didn’t he go to your school?’ he then asked, playing dumb.

‘Oh god no, he is 29. His name is Connor and he is an accountant. Y/N wouldn’t date anyone our age. You know she isn’t a normal 21-year-old’ Denise joked, referring to your nerdiness and intellect.

‘Apparently not’ Cillian chuckled before asking another question about the stranger on the picture. ‘So, they are dating?’ he asked.

‘I think they went on two or three dates or something. Why do you care?’ Denise asked.

‘No reason. I was just wondering’ Cillian confirmed before changing the topic.

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saurexhas · 3 years

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Love is Blind - Part 1

So I’ve been hanging out with @studionovella and the team for @nightmare-castle, and the sheer talent in their discord server is so amazing. It led me to be inspired, and while I’m typically more of a Sanscest writer, I figured that it’d be fun to try something new considering the source of my inspiration! So have some Nightmare x MC (Nightmare x Reader).

Be warned, this story handles blindness and... probably some other sensitive topics considering it’s me. So just watch the tags for any relevant triggers!

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You didn’t think that it was possible, but somehow you had fallen for Nightmare. On the surface he was cold, cruel, and calculating, using everyone he could to advance his goals. But if you could tolerate the coldness, get past his clinical treatment of those he believed were beneath him, then there was so much more to him. Nightmare was a scholar, a brilliant mind with a vision for a world all his own. He appreciated the arts, often enjoying his downtime with a good book and a calming cup of tea. And believe it or not, there was a small part of him that genuinely cared for the skeletons under his charge. You’ve seen that side of him more than most, managing to open even his eye to what was hidden beneath the centuries of anger and hatred.

Even if negativity was still a large part of who he was, you found yourself able to accept that darkness, because it only made the small lights within him shine brighter. Just like the stars the two of you were gazing at. Though as your gaze shifted to the skeleton currently dominating your thoughts, you found that piercing cyan eye of his locked onto you instead of the sky. If there was ever any doubt in your mind that your feelings were reciprocated, one look at his gaze would sweep it all away. There was a tenderness to him, reserved only for you as he would say. It was only in these moments where the two of you were alone that he would let his imposing demeanor slide.

Getting moments to yourselves was easier said than done though. Despite the sheer size of the castle, the others always seemed to be around. They knew how Nightmare favoured you, how he treated you special and wasn’t as harsh. You were pretty sure that they’d managed to piece everything together on their own, even if none of them ever said anything for fear of angering their king. That said, some of them, namely Killer, seemed to delight in getting in the way of your fleeting moments alone. And there was always no shortage of work to be done, not when your partner was as ambitious as he was. Nightmare aimed to create an empire, and you were doing what you could to further his goals. Even if all that work and Killer’s interference left you and Nightmare fleeing to other worlds in order to have some semblance of a relationship.

Outertale was a favourite destination of yours, the beauty of the cosmos always taking your breath away. It always seemed so far removed from the chaos of the multiverse, or the chaos of the castle.The peace and quiet out here made it perfect for when both you and your partner just needed a break. You could stand out here for hours, watching the subtle shifts in the sky or mapping constellations.

But for now, you were seemingly locked in a staring contest with the lord of darkness, neither willing to look away or break the silence that had fallen. Unsure of what to do, you simply reached out with your finger and booped the tip of his nose. The look of utter surprise on his face left you giggling, only for his own rich laughter to mingle with yours.

“You dare to lay a hand on the God of Negativity, hmm?” He teased, pulling you close with his tentacles before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You are either very brave or very foolish… maybe a bit of both. How shall I deal with your crime, my little moon?”

You couldn’t help but swoon a bit at the pet name he called you, grinning up at him like a fool as you took advantage of the close proximity to snuggle close. “I could swear my love to you, would that appease the great Nightmare?”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, the distance closing between the two of you even further as he ducked his head down to be level with your own. Nightmare opened his mouth, perhaps to say something else or to move in for the kiss you were anticipating. Before either option could happen though, the dark skeleton froze for a split second. There wasn’t even time to ask what was wrong before you found yourself hefted into his arms, the two of you dodging a volley of bright blue arrows that had speared where you’d been moments ago.

Your heart hammered in your throat, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to get a grip on what was happening. Nightmare still had you cradled to his chest, dodging arrows and… was that paint? Following the paint’s trajectory, you could see your partner’s enemies had managed to crash your little date.

The Star Sanses stood on the other end of the floating chunk of rock you were on, the portal they’d used to arrive closing behind them. Blue was just coming through the portal, his gaster blaster hammer in his grip. Dream had another arrow ready to fire, though he hesitated upon seeing you staring back at him. Ink on the other hand wasted no time in splattering more of his paints everywhere, a tentacle raising to block you from the oncoming attack. The paint hissed and fizzled on contact, a growl leaving Nightmare as he jumped to another nearby rock to escape the barrage.

“Night, are you okay?!” You look up to see him trying to hide his pain, showing you that those paints are far more than something to be smeared on a piece of paper. While you’d heard stories from the others about the chaotic creator, you’d never met him in person or seen him fight. Seeing that paint flying towards you was way scarier than the guys’ stories had led you to believe.

“I’ll be fine,” Nightmare insisted as he set you down, even if you knew that attack hurt. “Look, you need to remain here where you’ll be safe. I don’t care what kind of training you’ve been partaking in with the others; I refuse to let you endanger yourself by fighting them. Ink especially is dangerous, keep away from him at all costs. If you cannot dodge his attacks, make sure to shield your face. His paint can burn like acid if he wishes, and while liquid negativity protects my body, you have no such defenses. Give me your word that you will remain safe while I deal with these pests.”

As much as you wanted to argue that you could help, even you couldn’t muster the confidence to speak against him with such a stern glare directed at you. It was clear that Nightmare wouldn’t take no for an answer on this one, so you had no choice but to nod your head meekly. “I-I’ll stay here,” you promised, glancing up to see him seemingly satisfied. Without another word, he rushed off, preventing Blue from getting any closer with his large hammer.

Watching Nightmare take on all three of the Star Sanses by himself was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, much like the first times you’d joined sparring sessions with the guys. But there wasn’t the assurance in the back of your mind that nobody would be out to kill you. While it might not be the goals of all of the Stars, there was very much mortal danger in this fight for both you and the one you loved. Staying on the sidelines like this was painful, leaving you feeling useless as Nightmare struggled to hold off the onslaught.

Were they not essentially your enemies, you’d be impressed by the coordination and teamwork the Stars possessed. All three of them were capable of both melee and ranged attacks, and wordlessly organized themselves so that one of their own was never in danger of being hit by their own attacks. Dream’s precision with his arrows allowed him to stay primarily a ranged fighter, while Blue’s blasters and Ink’s attacks were a bit too widespread to risk while one of them fought in close combat. Nightmare was the only one without a specific ranged attack, which probably explained why the others rarely got close to attack. Your lover’s tentacles gave him reach though, and the ability to hit multiple targets at once, so he was somehow able to hold his own against all three.

The battle looked to be a stalemate… until one of the Stars suddenly switched tactics. While Blue rushed in with a hammer and bones at his side, Ink actually turned his back on the fight. He seemed a little lost, like he was trying to remember something, only for his eyes to light up as he locked gazes with you. Instant panic seized you as the one skeleton that Nightmare warned you about came straight for you, manic glee plastered over his face as he quickly crossed the distance between the two of you. A glance back at the battle proved that Nightmare had seen what was going on, but Blue was keeping him from coming to your aid. So it was up to you to think fast and avoid the creator, hope bubbling in you that this might actually make things easier. If you could keep Ink busy by dodging his attacks, then Nightmare might be able to take on the remaining two with better success before coming after Ink.

With this admittedly crazy plan in your head, you began a game of cat and mouse with Ink, jumping from one place to the next. If you didn’t have a splash-happy maniac chasing you, it would’ve been cool to enjoy the low gravity of Outertale. For now though, it was all that was allowing you to escape most of the attacks directed at you. You were far from unscathed though, small splashes of paint eating away at your arms and legs. It burned, but was nothing you couldn’t deal with as you continued to dodge and weave the bulk of the attacks. So long as none of it touched your face, you would be fine.

Glancing back at the main battle going on, your hopes of Nightmare doing better against two targets instead of three were steadily being crushed. He seemed distracted, constantly looking up to watch you kite Ink around the area. Instead of focusing on the two he had to deal with, he was so worried about you and Ink that he was now losing. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was facing off against Ink and Blue, because there was little the two could do beyond superficial damage. Dream on the other hand was still very much a threat, his arrows of pure positivity being about the only thing that could seriously hurt. And you could see several piercing the ground, coated in the black negativity that Nightmare relied on for protection. It was a surefire way to see when he’d been hit, and the staggering amount of these soiled arrows made it clear that your partner wasn’t holding his own anymore. Guilt welled up in you, because you were the reason he was now losing this fight. While there wasn’t much you could honestly do to shake Ink from your trail, reason did little to quell the negativity rising inside you. All you could hope for was that your own despair could give Nightmare just a bit more power, enough to keep himself safe at least.

As time dragged on, both you and Nightmare were running out of stamina. Your legs cried for rest as you continued to run away from the creator, while your lover’s movements were growing noticeably sluggish. More arrows seemed to connect than not at this point, and he had barely any time to recover from one attack before dealing with another. The two of you were badly losing, and it was quite clear now why Nightmare rarely let anyone from the castle venture out on their own.

The Stars seemed to sense this sudden weakness in their target, Dream finally stopping his barrage to call out to the one going after you. “Ink! Stop playing around, I need your help!” Help? What help could Ink possibly be? Even his corrosive paints couldn’t breach the surface of Nightmare’s negativity, the only thing that could was Dream’s… oh… oh no.

As the realization hit you, Ink finally gave up his pursuit. “Woo! Looks like my plan actually worked… at least I think this was my plan. Whatever, let’s do this!” Laughing at some untold joke, Ink hopped away from you to return to the large rock that most of the battle had been on. At the same moment though, you felt your legs moving as the horrific reality of their plan hit you. Ink purposefully went after you to distract Nightmare, allowing the others to weaken him enough so that their special attack would hit. The creator might not be able to damage the surface, but if Dream’s arrow ripped through first, then there’d be a narrow window where Nightmare’s greatest defense would be gone. In a single spot he’d be vulnerable, which is why they needed to slow him down enough to ensure their hit would work.

You weren’t going to let that happen. Promise be damned, your soul was screaming at you to protect the one you loved, and you were going to heed its call. The ache in your legs went completely ignored, adrenaline pushing you forward with more speed than you thought you could muster. You needed to be faster though; Ink was already there, and Blue had set about corralling Nightmare to keep him still.

Only a few floating chunks of rock were between you and your beloved now, but you still weren’t fast enough. Panic rose once again as you watched Dream draw back his bowstring, the arrow glimmering faintly in the surrounding darkness. Ink stood ready beside him, the paint coating his brush a dangerous shade of red. That same paint had left such horrible burns along your limbs, and you could only imagine the damage it might do to the weakened god of negativity. With Blue running interference and drawing Nightmare’s attention, it was only a matter of time now.

As your feet touched down on the large space rock, several feet from everyone else, you knew that you were out of time. Nightmare was too absorbed in his fight to hear your warning calls, and it would only alert the two and likely cause them to reset before trying again. This attack would only work once though, because once Nightmare knew of their plan, he wouldn’t let it work a second time. That meant that you had one chance to stop them, especially when you saw that Dream was aiming towards his twin’s soul.

Courage and determination welled within your soul, driving you forward despite the risk you were running straight into. Any number of things could go seriously wrong, but… you couldn’t risk them killing him. Nightmare was the bane of the multiverse to many, but he was everything to you. Gritting your teeth, you timed your steps so that you’d only enter Dream’s field of vision after he fired, preventing them from stopping you and trying again. The second he saw you, the god of positivity’s expression changed from one of grim determination to one of shock and horror, his hand reaching out as if he could stop his attack or stop you. His hesitance once again wasn’t present in Ink, the creator wasting no time in flinging the red paint directly after the arrow.

With mere seconds to spare, your outstretched hands made contact with the cool goop that covered Nightmare’s body. All of your momentum and might went into a push, knocking the deity away from the incoming attack. Your lover turned back to look at you the second you made contact, his eye conveying the same shock and horror as Dream’s had when he saw you. All you could do was smile, knowing that you’d managed to save him no matter what danger you’d put yourself in. Nightmare reached out for you just as the arrow whizzed past, its trajectory leaving it slicing past your eyes. Pain bloomed as the minor cuts scratched the outsides of your eyes, but it was nothing compared to what came next. You’d been so concerned about the arrow that you temporarily forgot about Ink. His attack followed as per the Stars’ plan, splattering over the both of you with its acidic effect. The scratches to your eyes had left you temporarily blind, so you weren’t able to see that red paint as it splashed all over your face. The last thing you saw was instead Nightmare, reaching out to you as if to save you from this pain.

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umiarumi · 3 years

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fucking three houses | ignatz victor

in the wise words of cupcakke, slurp that dick til it cum (smack my ass like a drum)

You skidded backwards as Byleth landed the finishing blow to your side. Stumbling, you let out a defeated huff and dropped your training sword, stretching your arms.

"Jeez teach, even after five years comatose, you still best me in sword-fighting. And that's meant to be my thing!" You guffawed, heavily breathing in between words. You outstretched a gloved hand to your teacher, meeting his blank stare.

"It's mine too." He said, shaking your own hand. You deadpanned before bursting into laughter again.

"You'd be right on that one, teach!" You shook your head, continuing to grin at him, retracting your hand and letting it rest on your hip.

"Your reflexes have sharpened, and your footwork is impressive. You've trained well." He complimented, at which you felt your cheeks darken.

"Ah, thanks! Any constructive criticism?" You hummed, placing the sword back into the pile.

"Yes, you need to put more strength into your strikes." He explained, replacing his own.

You nodded gratefully, looking up to the sky. The sun started to set, a few spotty clouds resting above the two of you.

"I'm turning in for the day, (Y/N). I will be in my personal quarters if you need me." He bid you goodbye before strutting off like usual. As simple as the guy was, he had this odd charm.

"Guess I'll turn in too then... nothing wrong with a stroll around the monastery!" You cheered to yourself. You wiped your sweating face with the sleeve of your top before sauntering off.

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As you walked alongside the grassy plains of the monastery outskirts, you spotted a small green figure crouching in the distance. You could barely spot them among all the spurts of long grass decorating the land. You walked slowly as to avoid startling them, squinting to see what the hell it was they were doing. On further examination, you recognised that choppy, blonde head of hair.

Continuing to saunter to his destination, you soon picked out exactly what it was he was doing. Painting! You two had talked about your secret hobbies, your own being reading. You smiled at the thought, remembering how shocked each of you was to each other's hobby. You thought you had a pretty strong bond with Ignatz when you returned, so now seems a good time to have a chat!

You approached behind him quietly, taking time to, for once, keep your voice at a low volume.

"Uh, hi Ignatz!" You whisper yelled, flinching as the dirty blonde jumped in surprise. He turned around, breathing a sigh of relief after registering who it was.

"Oh! It's just you, (Y/N). You shocked me, haha!" He nervously greeted you, fidgeting with his paintbrush.

You grinned, waving at him. "Sorry man, I tried not to scare ya!" You chuckled bashfully, before sitting down next to him.

"So, whatcha painting and how are ya doing, Ignatz?" You asked, looking over to him curiously.

His gaze landed on your own, his earthy eyes seeming to be stuck to your own, a tension almost bubbling.

He shook his head, smiling softly at you.

"Ah, simply the view. It really is quite mesmerising in the evening, wouldn't you agree?" Enthusiasm built in his tone as he explained, his soft smile turning into a gleeful grin, matching your own.

You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. "I agree! I never really took time to take in the sights of the monastery, but now that I've matured... yeah, it really is a beautiful place, huh?" You hummed, looking off to the villages surrounding the base of the mountainous terrain.

He simply hummed to your question. "You're right (Y/N), you've really matured." He complimented, at least, that's what you hoped.

You gave a short laugh, scratching your neck. "Yeah, thanks! I used to be a rowdy one, but I think the past few years have smoothed some of the edges. Not all of 'em though!" You cheered, tilting your head appreciatively. You looked to him, catching his lingering gaze. His face heated up slightly, nodding to you.

"If you don't mind, I uh, have a request..." He mumbled, refusing to meet your eye. He pushed his glasses back, taking a quick peek at your face. If you blinked you would've missed it, he seemed so shy right now!

"Sure thing! If it isn't gold or assassination plans, I'm open!" You beamed, leaning in to hear what he had to ask.

He chuckled anxiously at your response. Even after knowing you for such a long time, having a girl so close to him was nerve-wracking.

"Nothing of the sort, don't worry. I was wondering, well, may I paint your likeness?" He muttered quietly, his heart stammering. His stomach drops after a few seconds of silence before daring to peek at the mystery of what your expression could be.

However, he was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. Your face was dark, lips pursed tight in a taught smile. You stuttered as you replied.

"Y-you wanna paint me! For real?! This is such an honour, seriously, thank you Ignatz!"

Ignatz gasped, anticipating anything but your reaction.

"Oh really, it's no worries!" He waved his hand dismissively, his own face reddening like a tomato.

The two of you continued to throw gratefulness at each other for what seemed like forever until you found yourselves at his dorm.

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"Well Ignatz, what kind of painting would you like to make?" You asked, sitting on a plush, velvet stool in his room. You looked around the place, noting the birthday flowers from Byleth, the spare easels and art supplies.

"Well, whatever you'd like truly, as long as I may paint you." He answered, humbly smiling and looking down at you.

You smirked, raising a brow. "How about a nude painting then?" You asked teasingly, crossing your legs.

He smiled at the idea. "Oh, what a good idea! I haven't had many references for the female anatomy and I've always been interested in..." The colour seemed to drain from his face as he realised just exactly what you suggested.

You stifled a chuckle, watching him stutter and rush to speak.

"O-oh! I didn't realise, no, I mean of course I would love to! Ah, that's too forward, no um... I don't want to pressure you, argh!" The colour which had left soon returned in the form of a crimson storm.

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Ignatz, really, it's no worries. I would genuinely not mind, I'm happy to as long as you are." You attempted to calm him down, smiling.

He took a deep breath, nodding.

"Then, yes. We're both adults now, there's no need to freak out." He seemed to try to convince himself rather than you.

"Exactly!" You smiled, standing up. "Alright, I'll undress now." You hummed, thinking.

You had already teased him by suggesting a nude painting, and stripping in front of the blushing boy... you could make this fun for yourself. And maybe even both of them. Claude may have just had a point.

You held his gaze as you unclasped your armour, placing it down on his desk, avoiding the parchment and sketches.

Next, you untied your cropped top, letting it fall to the floor leaving only your bodice on your upper half.

Undoing your bra, you broke his gaze for a moment only to look back immediately. His body seemed to stiffen, in more ways than one, once he caught sight of your breasts slightly bouncing as you stopped stretching.

You wiggled out of your puffed pants, sitting back down to pull them all the way off along with your boots and leggings.

"Nearly there!" You huffed, as you stood back up, shedding your underwear.

By then, Ignatz' face had erupted into a furious blush. His eyes lingered all too long on your exposed vagina, causing you to grin teasingly as he met your gaze.

"Now, shall we?" You asked, sitting upon the comforting stool once more.

He seemed to snap out of his daze at those words, tugging on his coat. Pulling out his desk chair, he set it in front of you. Pulling his easel across the room, the slight scratching of wood against wood was the sole sound of the tension-filled room.

Setting a canvas down, he seemed to take a few deep breaths before grabbing a pencil.

"How would you like me to pose?" You asked, smiling. This could be interesting.

"Oh, yes, uh, however you'd like to, really!" He stumbled upon his words, before finally holding your gaze.

"Got it." You responded. How could you tease him further? As you contemplated, you finally came across a decision. You leant one leg over another, giving him a subtle view of your exposed cunt.

You raised your arm, letting your gloved hand sit beneath your chin. Your upper arm pressed against your left breast, giving you slight cleavage, You gave him your signature cheeky grin, before raising a brow.

Speaking through your teeth, you asked him a question. "How's this?"

"J-j-just perfect!" He stuttered, shutting his eyes tight before reopening them and focusing.

"Now, hold that pose for me?" He asked, finally confident and contained. At least, on the outside.

You were content with holding your pose, as long as you could continue to tease him after he finished his sketch was your real goal. Whether or not anything transpired... well, you'd be lying if you said you didn't want anything to.

As you waited, you watched Ignatz' face morph into one of pure concentration, reminding you of how admirable he was. Despite his preference to stay on the quiet side of things, he was a talented man. Both on the battlefield and in the artistic field.

Minutes passed until Ignatz' face settled into a satisfied smile, signifying his completion of the sketch. You grinned wider at this, his face was adorable when he was proud!

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He thanked you. Refusing to look in your direction, he was reminded of the tightness in his pants.

"No, thank you, Ignatz! Actually... it had me wondering... may you do a favour for me?" Your voice dropped into a whisper, so his gaze fell upon your figure. Your eyelids drooped as a sultry smile fell upon your lips.

He gulped at this, yet nodding nonetheless. "Anything."

"Wonderful." You commented pleasantly. Standing up, you sauntered towards him. Aware of his gaze dropping to your softly bouncing tits as you took confident strides towards him.

Once right in front of him, looking down upon his still seated form you grinned.

"Let me... repay the favour you did for me?" You asked, tilting your head, curious.

He swallowed nervously once more, before nodding shyly. He fiddled with his hands, struggling to meet your gaze.

"How... how would you like to do so?" He mumbled, occasionally peeking up at your towering form.

"Well, if I put it bluntly... let me please you." You deadpanned, the loose smirk on your lip tugging back into place on your face, cheeks steadily growing rosier.

His face officially became a competitor for ripest tomato, and he nodded excitedly.

"Please... do." He muttered.

Your lazy smirk grew into a full-on grin. Quickly, you dropped to your knees.

He gasped at the inclination of your actions, his jaw staying dropped as you worked his pants downwards.

You slid his undergarments off, his cock bouncing free of its strained containment.

You licked a stripe up his cock, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake. He shuddered, a slight moan escaping his taught lips.

You gave a kiss to the bulbous, pink head of his dick before letting it slip in between your mouth.

His breath shuttered as you began to work a continuous up-and-down rhythm on his cock.

He gasped in time with each bob of your head, his hand slowly reaching its way to the back of your head. He looked down to check with you for permission, and you winked, giving your best inclination of consent.

And with that, he began to thrust into your mouth and push your head at the same time. God, he was insanely fast and rough, but you controlled your erratic throat muscles. It was pretty damn hot, especially for a guy so shy.

Your hand snaked down to your dripping pussy, the situation you orchestrated obviously having an effect on yourself. Not a negative one though, not at all.

You harshly began to rub your clit, not bothered with dragging it out. You were looking to climax, and by the sounds of Ignatz, he was too.

As you rubbed your sensitive bud, you moaned around his dick. The vibrations caused Ignatz to shudder, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm gonna cum! Ah, (Y/N) you're making me cum!" He moans, groaning as you felt his cock still, and as the warm, bitter burst of cum in your mouth exploded, so did you. Your pussy clenched around emptiness, yet the throbbing in your clit as you orgasmed satisfied you all the same.

Your head slipped off his softening dick, a pleased smile settling on your face as you swallowed. As bitter as it was, you had nowhere else to hide the evidence.

"Thank you, Y/N)... that was... so good." He whispered, giving you a sweet smile. He leant down and kissed the top of your head and you chuckled.

"But I must ask, is that what you were learning whilst you were gone for so long?"

"Ignatz!?"

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iron-mum · 2 years

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Top 5 fan works of 2021

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2021. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thank you so much for the tag @official-wayward-fairchild ❤️

In a weeks time it’ll actually be 12 months since I posted my first fic on AO3 so I’d like to take a moment to say how much I appreciate all your love and support. Your comments, kudos, reblogs, everything mean the world. Without further ado and in no particular order!

1. Five Times Tony and Peter Chaotically Cleaned

Although I didn’t post them first, this bundle of chaos happens to be my first completed irondad fics! They were a birthday gift for the lovely @kevyfanfics and are an ode to the random shenanigans we come up with when daily. There’s an Endgame Fix-it amongst the disastrous hoovering and attempts to clean the Cloak of Levitation.

2. Love Leaves a Memory No-one Can Steal

Probably one of my most well known fics, irondad + a healthy dose of amnesia. I really, really enjoyed this fic a lot. Loved the research that went into it as well as exploring other characters who, at the time, I hadn’t. Definitely one of my favourite happy endings too.

3. My Spider Sense is Shinglin’

This fic was completed for the wonderful @friendly-neighborhood-exchange last year. I had so much fun with the prompts ‘sickfic - the more angsty the better’ and ‘nicknames.’ I remember telling my husband the title and he cringed. That’s how I knew it was the one 😂

4. When We Have Each Other, We Have Everything

My first proper multichapter and absolute beloved. I am slightly disappointed in myself that the final two chapters are still in the editing phase after a quick start but, here we are. I’ve loved writing SupremeFamily so much. I’ve combined so many of my favourite things into it. Without a doubt it is my favourite fic of my own.

5. Tumblr Prompt: Tony turns Peter into a frog

Need I say more than Peter ends up as a frog and Stephen ends up as an otter? If a fic were to sum me up (other than the chaotic cleaning) then this is likely it. Heaps of fun to write with a bowl full of self indulgence. Shout out to @retro-memo who had requested it!

Tagging (no pressure!): @retro-memo @winter-turtle @superherotiger @milstrim @call-me-coley and anyone else who wants to take part!

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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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“I find you absolutely fascinating.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.2K

a/n: Lovelies! Namjoon and Daisy/reader are being cute and soft and in love again :(( I mean at this point you probably know the drill. These two are about to take a big step and thinking back on how they started... they deserve this! I hope you all enjoy, and thank you for reading! :))

Strolling through the museum halls, you found it quite difficult to focus on the masterpieces surrounding you as you watched Namjoon stand in front of a colorful contemporary painting. Inspecting the piece, he leaned closer to it, his gaze bouncing from feature to feature within the work.

Nodding to himself, he put his pen to his notebook, jotting down a thought. You couldn’t help but grin at the way he absorbed knowledge, every piece of art intriguing him and inspiring him. It was something you truly loved about him.

Looking up from the paper, he slowly dragged his eyes from the piece to you, his orbs meeting yours as he noticed your smile. A bashful grin overtook his features, his dimples appearing as he stepped closer to you.

“Are you amused?” He asked, you nodding.

“Always by you,” you beamed. “I find you absolutely fascinating,” you confessed, amping up the cheesy tone of your voice to emphasize your playful teasing, though the words were genuine.

Shaking his head as he let out a breathy chuckle, he draped his arm around your lower back. Pushing his lips to your forehead, he snickered against your skin.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, just before leaving a sweet peck to your temple.

“If you are,” you told him, Namjoon nodding his head. As he started leading you down the hall toward the exit, you halted, the man looking at you curiously. “Dimples, what do you think of this one?” You pointed to a painting, Namjoon’s head darting to the piece.

Humming in thought, he squinted at the painting. “I like the palette,” he nodded. “The colors are cool in tone, it’s interesting,” he continued, his eyes drifting back to you as you stared at the piece intently, feigning a serious expression. A smirk curved up on Namjoon’s lips as he watched you pretend to critique the piece. “What are you doing?” He chuckled, you fighting to hold back your grin.

“It’s phallic, is it not?” You asked, Namjoon’s eyes widening as he cocked his head, looking back to the painting.

“What?” He asked in shock. “Is it?” He questioned further, holding back a laugh.

“Yeah,” you held your hand out, dragging your finger in the air to draw the shape you were seeing. “Like that, see?” You asked, turning your head toward Namjoon.

“Fucking hell,” he chuckled, squeezing his eyes shut as he lowered his head, trying to hide his amusement.

“Jot that down,” you nodded to his journal with a smirk, Namjoon taking a deep breath as you began walking away from him. As you left down the hall, your boyfriend watched you go, shaking his head in utter amusement and fondness, a massive dimply smile spread across his face.

Crowds of people surrounded you as you walked down the busy Seoul sidewalk, your hand intertwined with Namjoon’s. After about thirty minutes of walking, and finding yourselves at Olympic Park, Namjoon bumped his shoulder against yours. “Are you hungry?” he asked, looking to your face to see you smirk.

“Starving,” you giggled, Namjoon chuckling as he nodded.

“Good, come with me, babe,” he said mysteriously as you led you further into the park, your confusion growing.

“Are we getting something delivered?” You asked him, the man simply smiling.

“Something like that,” he said, giving you no further hints, you huffing though you couldn’t hold back your grin.

You walked for a few more minute, watching other couples stroll the park, people play with their dogs, parents as they watched their kids run around, until your eyes landed on a couple across the field who looked quite familiar.

“Wait is that Jin?” You asked your boyfriend, pointing at the recognizable man and his fiancé.

“Ah,” Namjoon simply said, changing the direction of his walking to get to his friend. “I almost walked right past you guys,” your boyfriend called out to them, Jin lifting his arms into the air.

“I thought you already did, you took forever,” Jin complained, you looking between the three people completely lost.

“What is going on?” You asked, just before giving the girl a hug, not missing the way she randomly held your face between your hands as she beamed at you, though you chose to ignore it for the time being as you simply giggled at her. Namjoon smiled shyly at you just as you followed his gaze to the picnic setup in the field and slowly realized what was happening. “Wait is this for us?” You asked in surprise. “A picnic?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon chuckled. “These two set it up for us. And cooked everything,” he explained, you looking to the couple with widened eyes.

“Oh my god, guys, that’s so sweet, thank you,” you expressed your gratitude, Jin brushing you off with a wave of his hand.

“It’s all Namjoon’s idea, he just needed some help with the execution,” Jin explained as your lips spread into a warm smile, your eyes glued to Namjoon as he ducked his head slightly, the man bashful under the attention.

The couple didn’t stay long, leaving you and Namjoon to enjoy your picnic alone, however your friend kept looking back at you both as she walked away with Jin.

“They were acting weird, don’t you think?” You pointed out to Namjoon as you both sat on the cute little picnic blanket.

“I don’t know, they seemed about normal,” Namjoon countered as he opened Jin’s old picnic basket.

“No seriously, look, she keeps looking back at us,” you nodded to the couple, your boyfriend looking after them with a small chuckle.

“She’s always strange though, is that really any different to how she normally acts?” He reminded you of your friend’s sometimes weird behaviors. Giggling, you nodded.

“Ok, kind of true,” you confirmed. “And I’m letting you dissing my friend’s eccentricity slide for now since you planned this adorable picnic” you teasingly added as you watched Namjoon lift a bottle of champagne from the basket. “Ooh, fancy,” you smirked, Namjoon’s dimples on display as he dug further inside the basket, setting different food containers onto the blanket. “Jesus, it’s a feast.”

“You said you were starving,” he pointed out, you giggling as you reached forward and opened a container of fruit. Bringing a berry to your lips, you watched the man as he uncorked the bottle of champagne. His face was full of concentration as he twisted the metal cage that held the cork in place. Dropping the wire on the blanket, he pushed up on the cork, both of you flinching at the sound of the pop, the cork being sent a few feet away and landing in the grass. “Oh, shit,” Namjoon mumbled as he set the bottle down, nearly knocking it over as he hurried after the cork, you having to catch it before it spilled all over your picnic set up.

Chuckling to yourself, you looked toward the man as he adorably made his way back, holding the object out toward you with a goofy grin on his face. There were several moments, nearly constant actually, where you looked at Namjoon and remembered all over again just why you wanted to spend your life with him. And as he sat back down, less than gracefully, dropping the cork on the blanket proudly, you found yourself in yet another one of those moments. What a blessing it would be to spend forever with this man.

As you enjoyed the meal your good friends put together for you, all you could think about was how unbelievably lucky you were in this lifetime to have found Namjoon. And how privileged you were to be on the receiving end of his love, along with his forgiveness. The man could have given up on you early on in your relationship, leaving you behind when you gave him nothing but insecurity and inconsistency. But he stayed by your side, showing you the care and patience that you’d never been given before him. He was a treasure, and he was yours.

The sun was setting over the city, casting Namjoon in a heavenly golden glow. Staring at him fondly, you wondered if he understood how beautiful he was; how beautiful you found him to be.

“You’re gorgeous,” he suddenly interrupted your thoughts, your jaw dropping slightly as he stole the compliment you were just about to give him.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” you grinned, Namjoon letting out a breathy chuckle. “You really are gorgeous, Dimples,” you appreciated him sincerely. “I never tire of looking at you, or talking to you, sitting with you in silence,” you shared, Namjoon’s eyes softening as he stared at your face. “You really are the most fascinating thing I’ve ever come across,” you whispered.

Namjoon’s adam’s apple bobbed against his throat as he swallowed nervously, a warm smile overtaking his features. “I have something for you,” he announced, digging inside his bag. Watching him curiously, your eyes fell upon the envelope he pulled out. Presenting it to you bashfully, you beamed.

“What’s this?” You asked as you took it, reading your name that was written across the front of the envelope. Carefully, you opened it, pulling out a folded piece of paper. You weren’t sure what the contents of the letter would be, but you had a feeling this was going to be a major moment for you and Namjoon. Opening it carefully and slowly, your eyes scanned the words across the page, mostly scribblings with crossed out words. But the first sentence told you exactly what you were looking at.

Etched in hangul were the words person and love. And below that, You make live to a love, was written in English.

Your heart raced as you realized this was the draft he started with when writing his song Trivia: Love.

Other single lines were scratched across the page such as, What if I go? If I go, would you be sad? And You’re my person, my desire, my pride, my love, my one and only love.

You could feel tears pricking your eyes as you read over the paper, the sentiment of the lyrics hitting you all over again; the love and vulnerability and purpose he revealed on the page, all feelings you caused him. The word destiny was written with an arrow pointing to, we’re meant to be. Do you feel the same?

At the bottom of the page, he abandoned single lyric ideas where he instead decided to write his thoughts plainly.

“This is love. I know it is, I just feel it. I’ve never truly known it before, but this is it. Like how the moon rises after the sun. You give meaning to my memories. Will you make memories with me forever?”

Lowering the paper to your lap, you looked across the picnic blanket to find your boyfriend holding a ring between his fingers, his eyes soft and large as he stared at you nervously. “Will you make memories with me forever?” He asked you, your breath leaving your lungs as the love you felt for the man rushed through your frame.

You couldn’t even form words as you began nodding, smiles overtaking both of your faces as you stood on your knees. Namjoon mimicked your actions as he met you in the middle, your mouths crashing into a needy kiss. Ignoring the other park goers, you and Namjoon were lost on cloud nine together.

Trailing kisses across your face, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you against his frame as he held you close. “I’ve wanted to marry for years,” he chuckled against your hair, you smiling against his neck in response. “I wrote this song knowing I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I’ve known for years too,” you assured him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” You asked him, chuckling as you pulled away from him to look at his stunning face. His eyes held your gaze for a moment before they landed on your hand, his fingers grasping your hand as he slid the ring into place.

“Here’s to a lifetime of being forever fascinated by each other,” he said cheesily with a massive dimply grin.

“A lifetime,” you beamed. “That sounds perfect.”

Staring at each other for a moment, Namjoon broke the moment first by lunging forward, pushing you to the ground as he positioned himself above you. Kissing you softly, your hands brushed over the sides of his face.

“I almost put the ring in your champagne glass but I was afraid you’d swallow it,” he giggled adorably, your finger tracing over the dimple in his cheeks before dragging over his smiling lips.

“Now that would have been a story,” you teased as Namjoon kissed the tip of your finger. “Thank you, Joon,” you said suddenly, his eyes widening in question. “For believing in us even when I couldn’t.”

Smiling softly, he shook his head at you as if he shouldn’t be thanked for such a silly easy thing to do. But instead of speaking against your gratitude, he chose to gently press his lips to yours. Because it didn’t matter how you started your relationship or who believed in what. You were there, and you were in love. And he knew you both would be loving each other for as long as you both lived in this lifetime, and even into the next.

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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The Art Of Starting Over (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader, Andreas x reader

Summary: It's time to fight back.

Series Masterlist

Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @anreeixcobra @kingunder221b @lflores2008 @alexiapayne12 @quarterback-5 @estelmei @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @artsyle @baueoud @glowingatdawn @shadowhuntyi @alice-the-nerd

A/N This is very much a filler with some background info, but I promise the next chapter will have plenty of drama and angst. It will also be the final chapter ✨

"A pleasure to meet you. I've heard nothing about you." You roll your eyes at the spiteful comment hoping he won't keep this up for the entirety of your stay. Saul extends his hand, but you're quick to push it back down.

"Cormac isn't a fan of touching," you say never breaking eye contact with him. He's mulling over the entire situation in his head, and you have no idea which way he'll sway.

"Come in. I was just making some tea." You follow him inside taking a seat at the large wooden dining table. Nothing's changed in here, it's like stepping into the past. There's a wall with shelves filled with different herbs that you're already itching to check out. You've always loved nature and the many medical advantages it offers if you know what you're doing - plus Saul has that cut that could use a nice paste of herbs.

"How much of our history have you shared?" You hate the calm, sickly sweet version of Cormac because it means he's angry. He's angry you've brought a stranger into his home, and he's angry you're here in the first place. An apology would do his mood wonders but even after all this time, you don't feel like you were in the wrong back then.

"Only the beginning."

"And yet, the ending is much more interesting." Saul keeps quiet through all of this, and you're thankful he's so good at picking up the mood. He takes your hand under the table though to offer some silent support, and you give his hand a little squeeze to let him know you appreciate it.

"People needed our help. You didn't want to leave this house, I thought you were wrong." The village that had sent you to inspect the animals were overrun by pillagers and when you had told Cormac, he'd simply shrugged and continued whatever he was doing. You couldn't remember the exact details but bottom line, Cormac had refused to help innocent and defenceless people because he didn't want to risk giving away the location of his home, and while you'd called him every name in the book, he still refused to go. It was humanity at its worse, and Cormac Wren couldn't be bothered.

"I remember it a little more complicated than that." He puts down three mugs on the table filled to the brim with green herbal tea. You're not exactly surprised when he fishes out a flask and adds a little spice to his own.

"You told me if I left, I shouldn't ever come back. It wasn't all that complicated." You're struggling to see what he's trying to get at, but he doesn't let you wonder too long.

"I also once said I didn't like cocoa which is foolish. Everyone loves cocoa."

"I hate cocoa," Saul chips in lightening the mood. Even Cormac can't hide the little smile. It's clear that Cormac is trying to read Saul, but he seems pleased so far.

"What I meant is that things said in anger shouldn't be taken seriously. I never meant you couldn't return." And just like that, he's back to being your mentor. It's hard being back here and hold onto anger towards him, but you also know that you can't let yourself hope that he'll help this time. It'll only lead to disappointment, and you can't allow any sort of distractions.

"I'm sorry I left things the way I did." You're still clutching onto Saul's hand under the table loving the feeling of his touch. It's been days since you've had time for anything even remotely resembling intimacy, and you have a feeling it'll be a while before you'll have a moment to yourselves.

"Water under the bridge. What's the plan?"

"I'm not asking for your help. We needed a place to stay while we figured out our next move."

"I know you're not asking. I'm offering," Cormac says much to both Saul and your surprise. He may not look different, but he's definitely had a change of heart.

"We'll need support from the other realms. Maybe you can reach out to them?" Cormac nods waving his hand and immediately, a bird lands next to him. He whispers in its ear before sending it off.

"Done." It's a call to arms, and you can only hope they'll respond.

"We'll need a plan of attack as well. It's pointless to have help if we don't know what to do once we reach Alfea," Saul says. This is the part where all his training and experience as a soldier becomes relevant. You know he'll be able to come up with a plan better than any of you.

"Do you have something I can draw on?" he asks Cormac who's quick to provide. You're not entirely sure why he's decided to help, but you're not about to question his motives. You need him on your side.

"This is Alfea, and here's the barrier..." You get lost in Saul's explanations as he contemplates a plan of attack. He'll say one thing the first minute, and then he'll change his mind only seconds after. But he knows the school like no other, and he has an incentive to make the perfect plan.

"We'll need to reach out to Farah and Ben too," you say looking over at Cormac. You furrow your brows in confusion when he doesn't summon another messenger bird.

"Oh, I thought you knew."

"Knew what?" By the look on his face, you can tell it's something you don't want to know.

"Farah's dead."

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cibeewastaken · 3 years

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TOP 5 OF 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

thank you @dragontamerdame @caroll-in @sitp-recs @lazywonderlvnd @bluebutter-art @ohdrarry for tagging me omg....it makes me so warm!!

despite everything, 2020 is still the year when i truly got into drarry. it’s both melancholy and happy to see the differences on my tumblr dash from the end of 2019 and the end of 2020. melancholy bc a few familiar faces back then had left, happy because i have gotten to know so many incredible people, enough to get a tag!! I didn’t write as much as i would have liked in 2020, but still i wrote a lot of things i do genuinely love, which is something i didnt have in my previous fandoms.

So, here is my top five in 2020:

Telling the Bees

this is the time i’ve written anything long and plotty. and one of the fics that gave me nothing but enjoyment during writing. i regret not working on it more because there was a lot I would like to add. But mostly I want to see Harry helping Draco through the grief of losing everything after trying so hard to be good.

Prompts: I love you

the first prompt list i reblogged and was very prepared for people to not send me any lol. these are messy and unbeta’d but they are very raw in my opinion. I did not spend too much time agonizing over them. And there are some odd turn of phrases bc i was trying to experiment. Some of my favorite lines i written are from this series, such as “My poor love, born only after I saw you dead by Voldemort’s feet.” “Tomorrow after we say goodbye, just for a little while, would you miss me like I would miss you?” “I had allowed myself to finally fall in love, and after I did I wondered, oh god, god, why aren’t more people doing this?” “spent the rest of the night singing to a pub full of people who wanted to hear about love so they requested songs about love and loved how he sang about love thinking … thinking the singer must be in love, too.”

they were all very cheesy maybe but i think if i still like them this much after a year than it’s ok

Title of Their Sex Tape

omg first time trying to write something thats funny...it was so scary bc i didnt want to be obvious that i was trying hard to make people laugh but then didn’t. Also first time in an anon fest, was really nervous about messing it up. I remember being so scared about asking for a beta, but i couldn’t just yolo it bc beta was in the fest rules!! I sat in front of my computer petrified at sending the message on discord, was REALLY certain no one would take up my beta request and then i would have to drop out of the fest + the face of the earth. Thankfully @pineau-noir came to the rescue and I was so so so grateful it was someone so kind and patient and funny who eased my nerves so much. Plus, she was also a B99 fan, what are the chances?!

To know the pain of too much tenderness

some of my fav fics came from mrpeg fest (*whisper* Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark) so i really wanted to join. But also there were already so many wonderful mpreg/parents drarry, i was like, why bother?

but i wanted to explore biological bonds and how i fucking do not think it means anything. Like ofc it does, but growing up in east asia, the idea of bloodline is so fucking gross sometimes i have come to despise it. So i wanted to write about Draco getting pregnant with someone who doesn't want the baby, and Harry who loves Draco and and the baby. How Draco and Harry would be Scorpius’ fathers because love is what makes a family. And I wanted to write about Harry’s struggle as he see this baby being abandoned by one of his parent, being reminded of how the Dursleys never wanted him. idk i love it a lot.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth

because first, it has a really long name, second, it was written for @serpent-under-the-flower and this is the first time i wrote something as a gift to someone in mind. I really want to show my appreciation of all the support. And I really wanted to have Draco pursue Harry, who feels like he would never be loved the way he wants. I just really like to make characters who feels unwanted know that that is not the truth. It’s like my universal flavor.

i want to thank everyone for the support and encouragement this year, it really made me more motivated to write and try things. I know it’s almost 2021 everywhere but still i like to tag @nadiasna7 @fictional @laurisophi @alxmeg @samyistrying @tsauergrass @pauleonotis @veelawings @pineau-noir @fantalf

#top 5 of 2020 #drarry #tagged

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dontmindmyshadowhunting · 3 years

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Am I forgotten ? (KitTy Fan Fic)

KitTy fan fic based on Kit and Ty’s flower cards (art by Cassandra Jean), to celebrate the release of Ty’s latest flower card. I alternate between Kit and Ty’s POV.

If you prefer reading it on AO3 or if you have missed the previous chapters, Link is here. AO3 Link - Am I forgotten?

Following Chapter is Chapter 5 - Blinded by the Sun

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Tiberius had never understood the concept of nightclubs. Of sharing loud music, like cacophony in his ears. Of sharing breath and body odors in the same crowded space. Of physical contact with mere strangers. No matter how large the room, he felt like he was trapped. Like he couldn’t breathe. Like all his senses were challenged, driven to the brink of explosion.

Tiberius clutched his pendant, his fingers reflexively stroking the heron shape in a soothing gesture he had made a habit of whenever he was confronted with stressful situations such as this one.

He had been in such a hurry that he had left the Institute without his headphones. This had been a terrible mistake. And Ty did not make mistakes. His mind never faltered, never betrayed him. Except, this was not entirely true. It only took one look into a pair of blue eyes for his mind to come tumbling down like a house of cards, as if hit by a storm, leaving a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts.

He wasn’t going to be able to go through with it. He had to get out of here, and come back in through a back door. Not the best plan if you tried to remain inconspicuous. But this was a matter of life and death. He couldn’t stay one minute longer in this noisy, giant tin can.

He was moving towards the general direction of the exit, trying to find a clear path through the throng of strangers, when a hand gripped his shoulder. He fought the urge to take the hand off. Literally. To cut it off.

“Not so fast, Dark and Brooding” said a girly voice. Tiberius turned to look at his assailant. He could see under the glamour that she was a blue-haired Faerie. He knew enough about Faeries to know which kind. A mermaid.

“Oh my, but you are gorgeous,” she said, her eyes widening, before zeroing in on the Runes partially visible under his shirt. “I have always wanted to do it with a Shadowhunter… and you, my dear, appear to be one of their finest specimens.”

“Sorry, not interested,” Ty answered in a clipped tone. Although his gaze was directed at her collarbone, his posture must have sent a warning, because she withdrew her hand as if she had been burnt.

He was about to move past her, doing his best to avoid physical contact, when he caught the change of expression in her face. She looked stunned, as if she had just seen the sun rising in the dark windowless room, her lips parting in awe. But she was not looking at him. Her gaze was directed at something - someone? - behind his left shoulder. Ty tensed and spun.

Kit was standing there, a grin showing white perfect teeth plastered on his face, his blond hair elegantly tousled as if he had just gotten out of bed looking like other people did after three hours at the hairdressing salon.

Actually, he looked like the Angel himself had decided to shrink to human size to walk upon the earth for one single night of debauchery. His thin white shirt did nothing to hide his muscular torso, and the broadness of his shoulders was barely concealed under a tanned leather jacket. He looked as if he owned the place. As if he could snap his fingers and get anyone to do his bidding. As if he knew he could but did not care. He looked dangerous.

And he was all Ty could see, as if he - not unlike the Faerie - had been blinded by the sun. There was only him. It was as if the crowd had vanished, as if the music had been turned off.

Except, Ty’s heart had started playing staccato inside his chest.

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It had not been difficult to find Ty among the crowd. Not only was he one of the tallest figures in the room, he stood out. Even as packed with Downworlders as this club was. It was as if a fairy tale character had lost his way in the modern world. Kit almost expected Sleeping Beauty or Snow White to come strolling around in the room, looking for him. The artificial lights gave his pale white skin an eerie glow, making him look even more surreal.

As soon as Kit saw him across the room, he fought the urge to fight his way through to get to him as fast as he could. Even from a distance, he could see from Ty’s stance that he was in pain.

Upon seeing him, Ty’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t acknowledge him otherwise. He seemed to be in a state of shock. Well, you weren’t expecting me, were you?

“Sorry, I am late,” Kit said, resting his hand casually on Ty’s shoulder. Ty leaned into his touch and relaxed infinitesimally. “Difficult to find a cab in Manhattan these days.”

The Faerie who had appeared to be talking to Ty was joined by two of her friends and the three of them were giggling and staring at Kit, as if he were a movie star who had just shown up at the club after his Premiere. Good. Focus on me. Ty doesn’t want that kind of attention.

“Evening, ladies,” he said in his most pleasant voice. “Have you been enjoying yourselves so far?”

One of the Faeries batted her eyelashes at him. “It has just turned into a very interesting evening.”

“Happy to be of service,” Kit said. He executed what he hoped was an elegant bow. It must have been, seeing how his fangirls had turned hysterical. Well, he had learnt from the best.

He mouthed a silence thanks to Jem, then turned to Ty, whispering urgently in his ear. “So, who are we planning to kill tonight?”

“Not kill. Interrogate. A Faerie. I will recognize him as soon as I see him. Two, maybe three bodyguards.” Ty jerked his head towards the far end of the room. “He will probably be spending most of the evening in one of the private rooms in the VIP section.”

Kit’s mind was racing. All his training had led to this moment. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, and he was beginning to sense the thrill of the fight. Now was his chance to show Ty just how much he had changed from the harmless mundane to the skilled Shadowhunter. But first things first. He needed a plan.

He turned to the puzzled faces of the three Faeries who hadn’t moved from their position during his whispered exchange with Ty.

“Apologies, fair ones,” Kit said. “We’d love to stay and chat but my friend and I had a long night. We are heading home. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He pulled Ty away from the Faeries’ disappointed faces, to a more secluded corner of the club, with a direct view of the double doors leading to the private section of the club. He started racking his brain for a plan.

“Should we use the ladies as bait?” He asked after a moment. “We could go back and find them. We would make sure, of course, that no harm comes to them.”

Ty shot him a puzzled look before realization dawned on him.

“No,” he replied. “ From what I hear, he has a preference for….” He cleared his throat. “Men.”

Kit paused to consider this new information. As he did, he noticed that Ty was searching his face, his eyes moving restlessly, as if he was looking for something there. What are you looking for, Ty?

“Ty,” Kit said after a moment. “Do you remember when Mark had to pretend he was in a relationship with Kieran? Do you think you could play the part of... my boyfriend tonight?”

He hoped Ty hadn’t noticed the way his voice had risen to a high pitch when he uttered the word “boyfriend”.

Kit understood his mistake a second too late. Ty stiffened and a wave of pure panic crossed his delicate features. His hands were shaking as he grasped the heron-shaped pendant tied around his neck. My gift to him, Kit realized with a jolt. Trusting his instincts, Kit caught Ty in his arms, squeezing hard, and started stroking his shoulders, his back, applying as much pressure as he could. Ty heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed under Kit’s touch, nuzzling his face against Kit’s neck. Kit was able to breathe easily again. He had made the right call.

“Ty- Ty, I am sorry,” he said. “It was just an idea I had. A stupid idea. I will come up with another plan.”

“No, Kit,” Ty said in a quavering voice, muffled against Kit’s shoulder. “I want to help you. Except that… I don’t know how... How to act. How to play a part. I wouldn’t know what to do. Tell me what I need to do.”

“Nothing, Ty. I am not asking you to do anything. I will do the talking. You just need to… come along. I just wanted to warn you in case I touched you in… inappropriate ways.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s alright,” Ty said, in a clearer voice. “You didn’t have to ask. You can touch me anywhere you want to. I don’t mind if it’s you.” I don’t mind if it’s you. Butterflies were fluttering inside Kit’s chest and around his stomach.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, Ty. I’ve got you...”

It was Kit’s own way of speaking the words he couldn’t say. I love you, Ty. I love you.

Too soon, he released Ty from his embrace, took his hand and, together, they moved towards the far end of the room.

*****

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and anyone who wants of course

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satanwithboobs · 4 years

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overindulgence | lucifer x mc

fandom: obey me

warnings: slight mention of nsfw content, general sadism vibes from our fave sadist

a/n: I wrote this while drunk, #sorrynotsorry. no editing was done to this trash, might be a little rough if you’re reading this before I get around to fixing any formatting issues. but I will not apologize for art.

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>> AsmoBaby: Partying it up with everyone’s favorite human! 💕 #LivingTheDream

Lucifer knew y/n was known to let a little loose on occasion, and while he wasn’t too much of a fan of their overall methods for doing so, he knew they were responsible enough to keep their indulgences to a bare minimum.

Not to mention, they kept in constant touch with him throughout the night whenever they’d go out with his brothers, so he never worried too much.

If it weren’t for the mountain of paperwork he needed to get through, he likely would have invited himself to the little shindig. It had been far too long since he had a night off, but he wasn’t about to shirk his responsibilities (like some demons he knew), so he refrained.

>> L3V1: ROFLMAO the normie keeps texting Lucifer. Transparent much? Lololol

His brother’s post piqued his interest. While, yes, they had exchanged one or two texts, the conversation wasn’t enough to take too much of their fun away from them.

He quickly brushed the post off as his younger brother’s sin rearing its ugly head while he wallowed away in the corner of whatever scene he had been no doubt bribed into attending.

An hour and a half quickly passed as he became engrossed in his work. That is, until he felt his D.D.D. ping.

He hadn’t even noticed that Y/N had responded to his last check-in.

[01:23 a.m.] >> Y/N: Everything is great! I’m glad I can finally have a night off. I wish you could have joined, though! ❤️

He briefly felt guilty looking at the text, before his focus shifted to his more recent notifications.

[01:46 a.m.] >> Satan: I’m starting to worry about Y/N. They look like they’re about to drop.

[01:48 a.m.] >> Asmodeus: Who are you, Lucifer?! Stop being a party pooper, Satan! Do you need me to give you another quick massage to loosen up those muscles? I’d be happy to 😘

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the mention of his name.

[01:48 a.m.] >> Asmodeus: As long as they can keep you-know-who in the dark, nothing is going to happen! I won’t let anything happen to a single beautiful hair on their head!

[01:49 a.m.] >> Leviathan: lolololol wrong chat

Levi’s comment all but confirmed that something was going on.

[01:49 a.m.] >> Lucifer: What do I need to be kept in the dark about, pray-tell?

He was already finished putting on his coat before the next text came through.

[01:50 a.m.] >> Asmodeus: Uh-oh. 😳

He was at the nightclub in record time, having avoided any trouble with the large crowds that flocked to the streets with the strength of his bloodlust alone. It was not unlike the biblical parting of the Red Sea.

He breezed past the bouncer and made his way to the VIP section he knew his younger brother frequently rented out.

As he approached, he could tell that every eye in the place was glued to him, but he didn’t care.

The sadist in him would have found immense satisfaction in the deer-in-the-headlights expression he was receiving from the three brothers he saw, but his priorities were elsewhere.

“Where. Are. They?” He demanded, but his question was answered nearly as fast as it was asked.

“I’m fine, Mammmmmmmon. You don’t have to hold me up, see? I can walk just fine on my—” their slurred reassurances were cut off as they tripped over their own feet, straight into the chest of the absolute last person in the three realms that they wished to see right now.

Their gaze slowly found its way up his torso to his chest, before it finally settled on the intense eyes of the firstborn.

“You really should be more careful...” he stopped their half-baked plan to escape his grasp in its tracks as he tightened his grip on their upper arms, likely painting a few faint bruises he was sure he’d be appreciating in the coming days.

“Someone might think you’ve overindulged,” he finished, drinking in the way the realization spread across their face.

“I didn’t..” they stammered. “I didn’t want to worry... you..”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at their frankly adorable attempt at an excuse, flashing them a smirk.

They gulped, their focus shifting to what he could only assume was the most interesting button they’d ever seen, resting somewhere on his vest.

“I’m sorry,” they mumbled, a beautiful crimson tinge spreading across their cheeks. He had to quickly stop his mind from wondering to what other parts of them he could paint that same glorious shade of red.

“That pitiful apology doesn’t even begin to make up for your indiscretions, my love,” the sinful thoughts once again began to swirl in both their minds as Y/N’s eyes widened upon realizing that this was far from over.

It was at that moment he remembered that, for as much as he sometimes wished, they were not the only two people inhabiting the world.

His focus shifted to level a harsh glare at his four younger brothers, lifting the intoxicated human up and over his shoulder with much too much ease.

“I will deal with each of you at a later hour,” he promised, a hint of a smirk evident in his steely gaze. “Prepare yourselves.”

#obey me x reader #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me #blah blah blah whatever other tags there are just imagine they’re here

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veinsandknuckles · 4 years

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Lessons, pt 1

Johnny Lawrence/f!Reader

Johnny and the reader turn playing dumb into a game of chicken. (I’m assuming this fandom is completely oversaturated with “sparring session going south, innuendo very much intended” fics so I thought I’d get that out of the way first thing) Content warnings: none afaik. Rated pg for now and explicit by the next chapter

You had to admit it - the night had kind of gotten away from you. You’d meant to spend less money, come home at a reasonable hour or failing that, travel by Uber rather than on foot. But God, being sensible and sticking to your plans got tired now and then. Why beat yourself up about it?

The lights along the entrance to the building had been flickering ominously when you left this morning and now they were dark. By the time you entered the square dividing the apartments the brightness almost disoriented you.

“Looks like someone’s had a good night.”

You turned to face the speaker. Johnny Lawrence, your all American man next door, was watching you and closing the lid on one of the dumpsters. Something must have smelt truly awful for him to make the trip past midnight.

“It was alright.”

“Yeah? You gonna make it in the door in one piece?”

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black.” That was the kind of smart ass comment you usually kept to yourself, at least around him, but it slipped out before you could stop yourself. You never knew from one day to the next whether he’d return your ‘good morning’ or just glare. But tonight you were in luck and he just smiled. He had such a nice smile... not a lot going for him in general as far as you could tell, but he had a nice smile. Or a cruel, cold stare that almost tempted you to annoy him.

Since you weren’t moving or looking away, Johnny stepped a little closer. “I didn’t hear a car.”

“No, I walked.”

“On a Saturday night? You’ve lived here long enough to know better.”

Oh, so he remembered when you’d moved in? You filed that bit of information away with care and nonchalantly started moving towards your own door. “I can handle myself.”

Now he laughed. “Please. I wouldn’t trust you to scare off a mouse.”

“What should I do, spend my life indoors?”

“Course not. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt, that’s all.” Another interesting discovery. You had, on occasion, caught him looking at you with some amount of appreciation, especially when you’d made an effort or shown some skin, but as soon as you returned his attention he excused himself, sometimes with a slight smile, usually by pretending nothing had happened. You’d tried as much as you’d dared to let him know you didn’t mind, but for whatever reason he wouldn’t get your hints and you were too shy around him to go beyond that. Perhaps the real reason was that he was a bit of a gentleman beneath all that bluster and grime.

When you looked back at him in surprise, he shrugged. “If you die out here, they’d probably ask me to clean it up.”

Perhaps not, then. But there were other ways to skin a cat. “You teach martial arts, right?”

��Oh no, I’m not taking you as a student.”

The nerve! “Why not?”

“You’re too old.” As if that wasn’t rude enough, he gestured vaguely at your general form. “And you don’t wanna learn to fight, you want that women’s lib self defence bullshit. Or a gun.”

“I think you should consider it. Don’t you need all the money you can get?”

“...Maybe.” He thought for a moment and shot you an unreadable glance. “A class full of cute, useless chicks mightn’t be so bad.”

“There you go,” you smiled and unlocked your door on the second try. “I’m just full of good ideas.”

“Uh huh. Sleep tight, genius.”

“You too, Mr Lawrence.”

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The noises from the dojo were so loud you could hear them before you even reached the door. Your first instinct was to check the time, then curiosity to see Johnny in action won out and you snuck inside.

Twenty or so heads turned to look at you, his amongst them. There he was, a few steps from the entrance in front of the class and you couldn’t hide a smile when you saw his outfit. The black gi was nice, but the headband and missing sleeves could’ve made the toughest man look silly. It said something that he came so close to pulling it off.

“I apologise, Mr Lawrence. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Before he could reply, someone in the crowd shouted “sensei Lawrence!”

“Oh, of course. Sensei Lawrence.”

Johnny turned his annoyed glance at the pupil who’d corrected you. “Yes, thank you. Mr. Diaz, take them through it again.” The class instantly sprang back to life. Johnny walked towards you and cleared his throat. “Can I help you?”

“I was hoping to have a word with you about those self defence lessons.”

Johnny glanced towards the gym bag you carried under your arm and raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

You knew if you acted polite and reasonable with him, he’d most likely shut you down. Direct action and a bit of nagging might at least convince him you were really up for this, but Johnny already seemed a lot less annoyed than you’d expected.

He sighed. “Alright, just... wait outside.”

“It’s cold outside,” you countered with a smile. “Besides, I wanna see what you’ve got before I enrol.”

“Fine, wait in the office.” He gestured to an open door, shot you a warning look and returned to his class.

You slipped out of your shoes as soon as he’d turned and pretended nobody watched as you padded quickly around the edges of the mat and into the office.

Johnny mightn’t have given you permission to watch, but neither had he told you not to. You kicked your bag into a corner, pulled his office chair out from behind the desk and placed it as close to the door as you dared. Surprisingly, no one seemed the least bit self conscious about having an audience - a few students looked in your direction but gave the sparring their all and Johnny was soon back shouting slogans and throwing kids around.

It was surprising to see he was just as abrasive and stubborn as a teacher as he was as a neighbour and even more surprising to see that seemed to be effective.

You’d come here to see if you could trick him into rolling around on the floor with you for a half hour or so but now actual lessons didn’t seem half bad.

The last twenty minutes of the class flew by. After stretches and a bit of chat, the students formed smaller groups, got changed, thanked Johnny and eventually headed out. Johnny himself didn’t pay you any attention until he’d seen the last one out, locked up and you finally had the dojo to yourselves.

“So,” he said. “What are you really here for?”

You joined him on the mat. “I told you. I’d like some lessons.”

He searched your eyes, then thought it over. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“No, sensei.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Johnny smiled. Was he going for suggestive or intimidating? Did he know the difference? Did it make any difference to you? “But just so you know, I’m not gonna go easy on you.”

Just like that, and your heart beat faster. “I wouldn’t ask you to.”

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence x you #cobra kai #cobra kai fanfiction #my fics

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Valentine Boy

(MOBILE-FRIENDLY VERS.)

Special Cover Art by @nakayutasama ❤️

Summary:

You’ve been dating College Student!Jaehyun for a few months now. He’s unbelievably sweet, smart, oh..and very handsome. Best of all, he gives you the best love you’ve ever had. He’s the love of your life and you can’t see anything going wrong as your relationship sails smoothly..that is..until you discover his biggest secret. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a camboy and you start to wonder..Is Jaehyun as sweet and honest as you think he is?

Pairing: female reader X college student and camboy!Jaehyun

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: cursing, cheating, cam boy (video-recorded sex with online audience), deception, manipulation, blackmail, alcohol use, descriptive smut (fingering, overstimulation, face riding, dirty talk, BDSM themes (handcuff usage, spanking), drunk sex, oral sex (m&f receiving), some masturbation, rough sex, vaginal penetration, breast fondling, dry humping, semi-public sex).

(A/N): I received a message saying that Part 3 was difficult to read on mobile, the app would glitch and eventually close (because we love tumblr for being efficient). So I am splitting part 3 into 3 equal parts of about 7K words each for easier reading. Thank you all again for supporting this fic!!!!🥺❤️

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[The Night before Spring Break]

“Do we have enough content for a week or so? I’ll be gone with my girl to Bali. I trust that you’ll upload everything on time.” Jaehyun fixes his shirt over his head while his back is faced to Reina. He doesn’t see her eyes roll in annoyance.

They’ve just recorded new clips to post during spring break for when Jaehyun goes on vacation with you.

“Yes, I will take care of it…but I have a surprise for you..” She fixes her smudged lipstick.

Jaehyun turns to her carefully, his hand already on his backpack. “You know I don’t like surprises.” He says lowly.

“Oh, Valentine Boy, don’t look at me like that..especially not while I clean your cum from my legs.”

Jaehyun glares then gets up from the couch and heads for the door.

“Anyway..I’ll be seeing you in Bali.”

He freezes in his tracks. “What did you just say?”

She gets up and walks over to him, a sly smile creeping across her face as she swings her hips.

“I thought I deserved a break too. I should treat myself to a fun vacation, right? And what better place to visit than Bali!” Her eyes open wide.

Jaehyun drops his bag and grabs her wrist, he spins her around so her back hits the door.

He towers over her with dark eyes and a menacing look. He looked as if he would tear her apart in three seconds if she were to utter one more word. But Reina is only turned on by his swift movements and harsh grip.

“Ah!” She hisses. “I love it when you’re rough with me..but are you sure you can go another round?”

“You’d be crazy to come to Bali! But if you do, I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t even want to smell your cheap perfume anywhere near me and my girl!”

Jaehyun says through gritted teeth.

“Oh, Jaehyun..a few minutes ago, you were dying to be in me..”

“It’s called acting!”

Reina chuckles, then leans in close to whisper in his ear.. “I can control my desires…can you? Will she be good enough? Can she satisfy your hunger?”

Jaehyun steps back, his mouth falling open into a gasp. “She’s more than enough..don’t you ever talk about her like that. You’re letting this gig get into your head if you think you could ever replace her. Move.”

Reina only grins and steps to the side. “I’ll see you in Bali, Valentine Boy.”

“For your sake, I hope we don’t run into each other. Don’t forget who I really love, Reina. You’re just my..Hmm how do you say it? Coworker.”

He brushes past her and opens the door to let himself out.

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[The First Day in Bali]

“Oh my God! Look at this room!!” You say with excitement. Your eyes widen at the sight of the gorgeous room overlooking the beach in Bali. There’s a main living room with a U-Shaped white couch and a huge TV Screen.

The kitchen was big also, filled with brand new and stainless steel appliances.

“Oooo!! This is so cool!” You drop your bags and run off to the bedroom.

Jaehyun laughs as he follows in behind you and watches you prance around.

You push onto the wooden sliding doors, they open to reveal a California king sized bed. It looked like a heavenly cloud and you couldn’t wait to be in it with the one you loved the most.

The best part about it all was you had the entire villa to yourselves. You could go out onto the patio and enjoy the serene environment that surrounded you. You could just imagine the wonderful moments you’d have with Jaehyun during the sunsets. The sun shining onto his peachy skin and bringing out his more handsome features like his eyes and soft lips.

You gasp, then turn to him. “This..this is beautiful Jaehyun. It must’ve cost a fortune.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Remember what I told you..no talk about expenses, okay?”

He stands over you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you into him more. He looks down into your wide eyes, brimming with tears.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think I’m worth all this, Jaehyun? I don’t know…you work so hard..and to spend it all on me.. I just.” You shake your head and break the intense eye contact he held.

Money was something you always struggled with. Your mom did the best she could to provide for you since you were young, so you always tried to spend wisely and appreciate every dollar. Your family never had disposable income to take trips around the world or even to Disneyland. You’re only able to attend college because of scholarships and loans.

So for someone to spend money on you just to give you a vacation to enjoy, you found it difficult to accept. It was all so new to you.

“Hey.” Jaehyun takes your chin in his hand and tilts your head back to face him.

“You’re worth all this and more. I love you..so much. Please never doubt that.”

He leans down to place a delicate kiss on your lips. Your arms circle around his waist as you hug him and tip toe to get another kiss.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

He kisses you deeper now, taking your tongue into his mouth as his head turns. Your eyes close as you enjoy this moment with Jaehyun. The two of you standing at the foot of the large bed in the wonderful room. Your hair swaying gently with the breeze coming through the open doors leading to the patio and pool.

When you pull away to breathe, you open your eyes and look into Jaehyun’s before biting your lips.

“What time is dinner?” You ask quietly.

Jaehyun smirks. He already knows what you’re up to from your lustful tone. “Well…we have reservations for 6…which is 45 minutes from now..”

You run your fingers up the back of his neck slowly then massage his scalp. “Hmmm..the sun’s getting real low..Can you…push it to 7? That way..we can enjoy the sunset.”

Jaehyun bites his lips. “It’s really difficult to get reservations at this restaurant, babe.”

Your other hand traces over his bulge and palms it as you still look into his eyes.

Jaehyun clears his throat. “But I’m sure I can pull some strings.”

You wink. “Good.”

You take his hand and lead him to the patio where there are several lounge chairs. You then push his chest lightly, making him fall into one.

You crawl over him and lean over his lap. He watches you below him while getting turned on by the lustful look in your eyes.

He takes in a sharp breath, watching as you take the waistband of his sweatpants in your teeth and drag it down slowly, his somewhat-hard cock springing up.

You lick over it slowly from the base to the tip, your eyes locked with his as the taste of his salt skin awakens your senses.

Your tongue dips in between the small slit at the top, collecting a tiny bit of precum in the process. Jaehyun watches your beautiful lips on him as your ass sticks up in the air. The breeze from the ocean feels harsh now that you are outside. It blows so hard that your dress flips up and exposes your ass cheeks, only your opening is covered by a g-string.

You continue to lay light, teasing kitten licks along his length while cupping your hand around the base and moving it up and down steadily.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we got on the plane, babe.” You say before running your tongue up his shaft.

Jaehyun is fully hard now, his lips red from him biting them as he watches you work.

“Fuck, baby, I wanted to take you in the bathroom, too. But this is so much better.”

You smile then sit up straight.

Jaehyun frowns and reaches out for you. “No..keep going..pl-“

“Don’t worry, baby, I just want to get this out of the way.” You zip your dress down and throw it to the side. You lean down to Jaehyun again but he stops you.

“But baby, that bra must be so uncomfortable..” He smirks.

You chuckle then take your bra off as well. Now you leaned over Jaehyun in just your thin underwear.

Jaehyun is even more turned on now that he’s seen your entire body dazzling in the rusty sunlight, your hair blowing in the wind and your body above his as your chest heaves.

You take his length into your mouth completely. Hollowing your cheeks so that he feels the soft surface of your mouth.

Jaehyun groans and leans his head back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You roll your tongue across every vein as your hand strokes the base that you can’t reach with your mouth. You enjoy the sounds he makes but you want more.

You take your mouth off of him, letting a stream of spit fall from it.

Jaehyun looks down and grunts.

You wipe your chin. “Shouldn’t you be making a call?”

Jaehyun tilts his head questioningly.

You raise an eyebrow.

A short moment passes but then Jaehyun falls out of his dazed feeling and remembers. “I’ll call them right now!”

He reaches over for his phone on a glass coffee table beside the chair and dials the restaurant. But you resume what you were doing, this time, taking in his entire length and gagging.

Jaehyun flinches at the sudden feeling. “Oh fuuuuu— HELLO! Yes.. I’m-I’m Jaehyun.. and..”

He struggles to speak while he watches you suck and feels your tongue across his aching cock.

You can feel your sensitive area become wet as your legs shake. You then take his other ball into your mouth and cover it in spit.

“Sir?” The person on the other line speaks.

Jaehyun holds back a groan. “Ah! Yes! I’m so sorry, I uh, I have a reservation for two and I want to change it to 7 instead. C-can you do that for me?”

“Do what, daddy?” You mouth.

He smiles and bites his bottom lip to hold back another grunt as he thrusts into your mouth.

You hold his hip down and shake your head as you stroke his cock. You then lick his neglected balls slowly before taking one into your mouth completely.

“Oh sh-“ He closes his eyes tightly, leaning back into the chair as he holds himself back.

“Sir..we usually don’t make last minute changes, but fortunately we do have a spot open for 7.”

The person awaits his response, but Jaehyun is too captivated by your mouth. Your tongue is working magic on him as you swallow him completely and gag.

“Sir?”

You suck harder and move faster, releasing your hold on his hip so he can fuck into your mouth now. He whimpers quietly while moving the phone away from his ear with his other hand. You breathe through your nostrils as you feel him hit the back of your throat.

He’s about to cum but..

“Sir?!” The person tries to get his attention again.

You chuckle, sending vibrations through his sensitive member.

“Yes! Ah! God, yes!” He yells into the phone as he releases into your mouth, coating the back of your throat with strings of cum.

“…We’ll see you then.” The person states then hangs up.

Jaehyun drops his phone, not caring where it falls, but moaning loudly now that he can be as vocal as he wants.

He runs his hand through your scalp as he thrusts into you slowly to get every bit out and into you. “Fuck..you naughty girl.”

When his grip loosens, you lift your head and let his essence cover your chin. “What did I do?” You ask innocently while wiping your mouth. You then shrug your shoulders.

He chuckles. “You’re gonna regret that, sweetheart, come here.” He makes a motion with his finger. He looks dangerously handsome, a strand of his hair falling into his forehead after he climaxed.

You crawl over him, but stop. “Where do you want me, baby?”

He wipes your chin for you and smiles widely. “I know you’re dripping…should I help you out with that, sweetheart?”

Your legs tighten just from the sound of his gravelly voice calling you ‘sweetheart’. You nod.

“Stand up for me, baby.”

You do as he says and watch as he slides down so that his body now rests at one level rather than being lifted at the neck up.

“Sit on my face, right now..I can’t wait to taste you.”

Your eyes widen. “A-Are you sure?”

Jaehyun smiles and licks his lips. “Get on me..now.” He says with a deeper voice.

You quickly stand over him and lower yourself slowly, kneeling into the chair.. Jaehyun takes the waistband of your underwear in his hands and rips it off of you.

“Hey!” You let out but he slaps your ass.

“It was in the way.” He gives a sly smile.

With a reassuring nod from him, you rest your bare pussy onto his open mouth, but not without flinching from the feeling of something being against it finally.

“Mmmmm..” Jaehyun hums then licks up and down your opening.

You move back and forth, slowly grinding against his soft lips and flattened tongue. Your breathing becomes shallow as he passes it over in between your folds slowly, pressing against your sweet spot gently.

You naturally raise your hands up to your breasts and massage them as you watch Jaehyun below you. You moan as a shaky breath leaves your wet lips.

He just has to touch you so he places his hands on your waist. He pulls you down onto him more while flicking the tip of his tongue onto your bud.

You let out a whimper, moving faster as Jaehyun pushes into your opening with his tongue. He pushes in as deep as he can while watching you move above him. He enjoys watching you like this with the sky above the both of you, painted in colors of blue, orange and pink.

It didn’t feel real, it felt like he was looking at a painting. Your perfect breasts move while you grasp them harder and let your fingers rub against the hard nipples.

Your hair is still blowing in the wind and your mouth opens while your moans get louder.

You grind onto him harder. “Are you sure you’re okay? Fuck..this feels so good.”

Jaehyun nods.

His hands lower from your waist down to your ass cheeks. He spreads them apart so his tongue can explore every inch of you, sticking the tip of his tongue on your slit before flicking it from side to side. He buries his nose onto your clit to provide the perfect stimulation.

“Jaehyun!” You cry out and move your hips faster.

He feels himself become hard again as he feels your round ass in his hands and listens to your wonderful sounds.

“I’m-.” You convulse over him and shake.

Jaehyun watches as you writhe, your entire body becoming covered in goose pimples and your jaw clenching as your head falls back.

He continues to massage your clit with his unforgiving tongue. Your eyes shut tightly while you orgasm for what feels like a century.

When you finally start to come down, Jaehyun releases his hold and takes your waist in his hands again. He quickly flips you over so that you’re on your back now. He throws his shirt off and kneels over you as your legs fall over his shoulders.

“I love you..” He says before pushing into you slowly.

You take his head in your hands and kiss him, licking off your essence from his mouth as he enters you completely.

He pushes deep inside you, running against your wet and sensitive walls as you whimper into his mouth.

One hand massages his scalp again while the other presses onto his back.

Jaehyun kisses you harder and harder each time, he takes your bottom lip into his mouth before licking over it.

“I love you too, baby.” You whisper once you pull away to breathe.

His chest presses against your breasts. Your heartbeats run at the same pace, his breath dances on your chin as his speed increases.

He glides in and out easily, your bud being stimulated easily by his quick movements. But he goes so deep, you begin to widen your legs more for comfort.

He pushes into you harder, pressing you into the chair and you’re sure there will be a lasting impression of your body based on how hard he’s pushing.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He leans into your ear and whispers while gripping the crook of your knees. He watches you below him, your brows furrow and your lips red from you biting them. Your eyes are wide and brimming with tears as he fucks into you deep and keeps your legs by your head.

You look down to see his hips slap against your ass cheeks rapidly. His abs and biceps flex with every movement. And you think to yourself, how hot he is.

“Shit.” You orgasm again just from the sight of the beautiful man above you.

Jaehyun’s movement stutters. His cock being greeted by your convulsing wet pussy is enough to make him cum, but he pulls out quickly.

“Open, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth and look up with low eyes as he releases onto your tongue and chin.

“F-fuck.” He curses from the sight of your position, your legs by your head and your chest rising up and down as you catch your breath.

You lick all of it up and swallow.

“Oh, you nasty girl. Let’s get cleaned up.” He picks you up from the couch and holds you in his arms bridal style.

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[Third Day In Bali]

After snorkeling a few times and enjoying a walk through multicolored flower fields, you and Jaehyun decide to take a cooking class together. You both needed to work on your skills, so what better way to learn than to learn from each other’s mistakes.

“Hello! Welcome to Laplapan Village! Today, we will be making Sambal. We will start off by taking a walk through the market behind us and buying the spices necessary for our dish!” Your tour guide states enthusiastically to your group of about 10 couples.

Jaehyun turns to you and gives you a wide smile. “Are you ready?” His eyes shine brightly in the sun, his skin shimmering with small balls of sweat. He smells like fresh sea and sage, but he looked like a prince. He had already gained a slight tan during your stay. Your eyes travel down his thick neck and to his exposed collar bone. Luckily, all the places you marked the night before were still being covered by his linen button up.

You nod and smile back. “Of course.”

He takes your hand and leads you in front of him. The two of you walk through the market and gaze at the vibrant colors, the smell of unique spices fill your noses. Everything is so bright and beautiful. People smile as you pass by their stores.

The tour guide had given you a list of spices to buy, so now it was up to the two of you to find them. Sounds easy right? Well, with no comprehension of the language and no cell phone service to simply Google the names, you were left to ask the owners of various shops if they had certain spices. Some gave you weird faces while some were very helpful.

Jaehyun laughs at your awkwardness. You hit him lightly on the arm and roll your eyes.

As you walk in front of him, he watches the way your body sways in your sundress, your curves perfectly accentuated yet the flowiness of the dress left much to the imagination…that is, to everyone but him. He knows exactly how your body looks underneath, he knows that your thighs and gorgeous skin were littered with his love bites, and that your waist has small bruises left from his fingertips.

He bites his lips as he thinks about the night before as well. But then he smells your hair, it is a refreshing scent. He loves to bury his face in it just to smell that scent. He loved placing his chin on your head as you laid on his chest and fell asleep. But most of all, he loved moments like this: you holding his hand as you guide him through crowds, you turning to him with the prettiest smile on your face and your beautiful, captivating eyes.

“Ah! Here it is, Jae!” You squeeze his hand gently once you find the right peppers.

“Ooo!! Yup those look spicy as f-“ Jaehyun’s face twists as he lifts it to his nose.

“We’ll take it, thank you!” You speak over Jaehyun before he continues and hands the store owner the money to pay.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, you enjoyed cooking together. Luckily, you had aprons for when things got messy. The two of you were probably the most childish during the lesson. You laughed at everything and stared at each other.

Jaehyun tried to blame you for making the dish too spicy.

“Maybe if you weren’t busy staring at my ass in this dress, you would’ve measured the peppers correctly.” You whisper into his ear as the two of you eat with the other couples.

Jaehyun only smirks and turns to you slightly. A twinkle in his eye catches your attention.

He places his large hand on your thighs and squeezes them. You flinch and almost hit your knee against the table.

Jaehyun stuffs his mouth, chewing as he turns back to watch you.

You lick your lips as he pushes his fingers up towards the apex of your legs slowly. You gulp and look down as his long fingers caress your thigh and send goosebumps up your neck.

Jaehyun chuckles quietly then leans closer to your ear. “Be careful, sweetheart.. I’ve been dying to rip that dress off of you all day.”

You look around at the other couples. None of them seemed to notice that he was carefully pushing his fingers against your dress, pressing ever so lightly to apply pressure to your sensitive area.

You try to scoot away from him, but he grabs your thigh and pulls you back to where you were.

“Hmm now why would you do that? Are you running away from me? Your boyfriend? Tsk tsk..”

He pushes two fingers against you again but with more force this time while he takes a scoop of rice up and holds it in front of your face.

“Open for daddy.”

You open your mouth. Jaehyun places the fork in your mouth and drags it out slowly.

He watches as you struggle to chew while he runs circles onto your aching slits.

“Open….” he whispers huskily. Your mouth falls open as you give him a questioning look.

“Jae..we can’t..”

Jaehyun smirks then leans into your ear again. “Open your legs or I’ll fuck you right here and show them how much of a slut you are..no one knows you’re not wearing underwear right now. Do you want them to find out?”

You gulp. Your eyes widen at Jaehyun’s sudden shift. He very rarely spoke dirty to you, but you had to admit you liked it. You are thankful to be sitting, your legs becoming weak as a growing and unignorable wetness starts to build below you.

You do as he says while moving down more so your lap is completely under the table.

He continues to tap your slit and move his harsh fingertips up and down slowly, teasingly.

“What are you..doing?” You ask through a shaky breath.

Jaehyun smiles. “I’m playing with my food.”

“Jaehyun..that isn’t fair..” Your stomach starts to feel uneasy. You can feel that need for release growing.

“I’m so hard right now..just thinking about slamming you down onto this table. Fucking you from behind while all these people watch. It’s been a while since I’ve been rough with you, hasn’t it?” He takes a deep breath. “I miss watching you cry when I choke you.”

You open your legs a little more and place your fork down. You shift in your seat slightly, grinding onto his fingers now to feel more, more friction, more of him, more of anything that will just get you to cum.

But he pulls his fingers away and places his hand on the table.

“Do you miss it, baby? You have to show me you deserve it.”

You pout. “Of course, I love it! Please..just touch me again.”

“At the dinner table? Oh naughty girl, that’s just not right. Who would do such a thing?” He winks then takes another bite of his food.

You curse quietly and shake your head, glancing away from his beautiful fingers that were bringing you to paradise just moments ago.

That night, you and Jaehyun went to see a movie on the beach. You cuddled up to each other and enjoyed your warmth. He would look over at your cute face every now and then and grin to himself. He knew he was lucky to have you.

But when you got back to the villa, Jaehyun didn’t pick up where he left off. No matter how much you begged.

“Please!! Jaehyun…I want you so badly.” You practically cling onto his arm as he changed into his night clothes.

“Hmmm I’d say we’ve been fucking a lot..almost too much on this trip.. can’t you last just one night without it?”

You look up at him with big eyes as he brushes his teeth. “But you got me so wound up at dinner. Ugh!”

Jaehyun only laughs as he watches you through the bathroom mirror. You stomp off to the room and take your dress off.

“Why would you start something you’re not gonna finish?! Ughhh! You’re so unfair! I’m never sucking your dick again for this!”

Approaching you, Jaehyun laughs so hard he nearly chokes on his spit. “I love when you’re bratty.”

“Pleaseee Jae….” You crawl over him and onto the bed while begging one final time.

He suddenly brings you to his chest and holds you tight in a comfortable bear hug.

“Yes, just like this, baby..this is how I want us to be tonight..” He hums in your ear.

“I love you..”

Your heart rate speeds up as you rest on him. “I love you too….but I mean it when I say I’m never sucking your dick again.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “Sure..whatever you say, sweetheart.”

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[Fifth Day in Bali]

The fourth day was filled with many more adventures with Jaehyun. You had your bratty moments but he would smirk and say that he liked it. Perhaps because he knew what he would do to you during your last night in Bali.

Tonight was your final night so you decided to go to a popular nightclub after having a romantic dinner on the beach.

You wore a black lingerie set Jaehyun had bought you. It had a gorgeous lace bra and garter belt with a lace thong accented by red beads attached. Once again, you felt beyond delicious and ready for Jaehyun. But unlike Valentine’s Day, you’d been together all day, there’s no way he’d be late for anything.

Your black leather dress was tight and accentuated your boobs while minimizing your waistline with a chain belt. The dress stopped a little higher than mid thigh but had straps which connected to your stocking heels.

If sexy was a person, you were sure you were it for the night.

You did your hair and makeup nicer than usual. You even wore Jaehyun’s favorite lipstick, a blush pink color that you wore with a lip liner so it would complement your skin color perfectly.

“Wow..” Jaehyun gasps when you walk out of the bedroom.

He was waiting for you on the couch. He stands up and walks over to you, a smile crossing his face before he licks his lips. “You know what? I’m not really feeling the club anymore..why don’t we just stay inside and..”

“Nope! We are not staying in on our last night! Let’s go!” You shimmy away from him and head for the door.

The club was large and lavish. Stunning women and men danced to bass boosted music while under the colorful stage lights. You and Jaehyun were still feeling the effects of the red wine you had at dinner. But you decided to have a few shots so you’d really be engaged and as carefree as the other club attendees.

Bodies swayed easily, bodies were on top of bodies as they grinded and made out.

They all looked so sexy, you wanted to feel what they felt, to be as they were with the ones you hoped they loved too.

Jaehyun wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. He slants over and kisses your ear. “You look amazing, my love.” His voice is raspy and low, the alcohol clearly having an affect on him.

The music is loud but you can still hear him. But more importantly, you can feel him. The way his arm holds you. The way his heart beats against your back. Your butt presses against his pelvis. You grind onto him along to the music. Your bodies move together as you blend into the crowd of other lustful dancers.

Jaehyun pants into the crook of your neck while your hand goes to his head and your fingers intertwine with his hair. He moans quietly as you massage his scalp and press onto his growing erection.

“Fuck baby, I love you.” He whispers again.

He grips your hip with one hand so the two of you stay in sync. His other hand snakes up your abdomen and to your chest. He cups your breast through your dress as you let out a quiet mewl.

Your butt moves in circles on his lap, making his head spin. He moves his hand from your breast and then to your neck. He squeezes gently. “Show me how badly you want it, sweetheart.”

You grind onto him harder. You’re both tipsy and everything seems a bit hazy. A machine releases smoke which makes the two of you even more dazed. All you feel is a longing for each other being boosted by the heavy bass.

Jaehyun is about to whisper again when he feels someone pull him away.

The person grabs his hand.

“Hey!” He calls out.

He’s too drunk to stop walking, they easily overpower him and ignore his calls.

You, on the other hand, feel his absence only for a brief moment before he is replaced by someone else.

You close your eyes and dance with the person, being too drunk to realize that they’re not Jaehyun.

Jaehyun is shoved into a wall, before someone places a hand on his chest.

“Well, hello, Jaehyun.” Reina says sneakily.

“What the f-“

Jaehyun is interrupted by a rough kiss. Reina holds his face in her hands, pulling him close so her chest rests against his.

Jaehyun doesn’t protest at first, instead he wraps his arms around her, pulling her onto him even more while overtaking her tongue with his.

You also enjoy intimacy with someone else. Their hands roaming across your body as your back presses into their broad chest.

“You’re beautiful.” The person leans down and whispers in your ear. His voice is low and sexy, sending butterflies through your entire body. In a drunken haze, you let out a laugh and close your eyes while grinding your butt onto him. It had to be Jaehyun, right? Only Jaehyun could feel this good.

But Jaehyun is making out in the corner with Reina. He spins around and pushes Reina into the wall, his lips still latched to hers. Reina moans quietly as she runs her hands up and down Jaehyun’s biceps.

She bites her lips when he pulls away to look at her, his forehead sweaty and his mouth open as staggered breaths leave it.

“You look great in this shirt, Jaehyun..” She unbuttons two more buttons to reveal his chest and runs her fingers down the bare skin slowly.

“Have you missed my touch?” She asks.

And that’s when Jaehyun shifts back to reality.

Touch.

It wasn’t her touch that he missed, it was yours. Jaehyun wipes his mouth and looks at the red lipstick smudge on it in confusion.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you here.” He growls out.

He begins to grow angry at himself for being so ‘easy.’ Reina caught up to him and now you were alone somewhere on the dance floor. You could see them together at any moment.

“Ahhhh..Jaehyun, baby, you know I couldn’t resist.” Reina smirks.

Jaehyun shakes his head and starts to walk away, but Reina tugs his hand. “Just touch me..daddy, feel how wet I am for you already.”

She tries to pull Jaehyun back onto her but he shakes his hand out of her grip.

“Reina..I am too upset for words right now. You have the audacity to show up at the same place me and my girlfriend are at just so you can lure me here. I may be drunk but I’m not stupid. I don’t want you.”

Reina’s smile turns to a frown quickly as she watches Jaehyun walk away from her. It feels bad to be let down after being wound up by his wild kiss, but it feels even worse to know that he wants you more than he wants her.

Meanwhile, the man behind you moves his hand from your waist to your hips. You swing slowly onto him to feel him.

He takes your movement as a sign to touch you more, placing his round lips onto your jawline and soon your neck. You place your hands behind you, throwing your head back as you arch into him. His touch feels amazing, sparks of electricity running across your skin as you dance to the intoxicating rhythm. Everything is blurry and all you can think about is the yearning in between your legs. The yearning that can only be satisfied by him, by J-

“Hey!”

You hear a loud, hoarse voice over the music.

Your eyes snap open as you are taken out of your trance. You turn around to see Jaehyun looking angrily at the man you were dancing with.

“Shit. Jae—I’m so sorry. I-I thought..”

He turns to you, steam practically escaping his ears. You shudder from the look on his face.

“Y/n..what the fuck!”

The dark-haired man chuckles. “Hey, we were just having fun..”

He turns back to the man. “Hey dickhead, can’t you see she’s taken?! Fuck off!”

Jaehyun got so upset so fast, you didn’t understand. Was it the alcohol that made him this angry?

“Jaehyun!” You try to pull him away as the man steps closer to him, but Jaehyun doesn’t budge.

“Like I said..we were just having fun..but I can see why she wanted to get away from you.” The man snickers as Jaehyun’s head looks as if it’s about to blow.

Jaehyun’s eyes widen. “This fucking asshole..”

“Hey! That’s not true!” You put your hand up to the man. “Just leave us alone.”

“Pretty boy started this…I want to see what he’s all about.” He crosses his arms.

Jaehyun balls his hands into fists. You turn back to him and place yourself in between them. “Jaehyun..don’t do this, let’s go home. The last thing we want is for you to be arrested in a foreign country. It’s not worth it.” You place your hand on his.

Jaehyun huffs and turns away from you, speeding to the door. You struggle to push through the crowd to follow him out.

“Jaehyun..baby, wait.” You finally caught up to him outside, but he held his head down and stared at the ground.

“I’m so sorry, I was drunk, I’m still a little drunk, I didn’t..I swear I didn’t know you weren’t behind me.” You beg while panting.

Jaehyun purses his lips. “I don’t want to talk about it..” He raises his hand and calls for a taxi.

“Please..Jaehyun..”

He opens the door for you. “Get in.”

You hurry inside the taxi and fix your dress. Jaehyun joins you and closes the door. He shows the driver the address, but then the two of you sit in silence.

You stare at the side of his face, waiting for him to turn to you and see your face of regret and eyes filled with tears. His jaw is clenched, his eyes are focused on the dark road and street lights outside.

About 10 minutes later, you finally break the silence. You place your hand on his thigh. “Jaehyun, I would never cheat on you, you know that..I love you, and I’m so sorry.”

But he still stared out the window. “How could you not feel the difference, y/n?”

“I-I don’t know, I was drunk. Please, believe me.”

“I don’t know..maybe you just wanted someone else, someone other than me? Is that it?”

“Jaehyun, no, that’s not true at all..I just-“

“Then why did you dance with him?! I’m your boyfriend right?” Jaehyun finally turns to you, his voice rising as the two of you sit in the backseat of the taxi.

“Yes! You are! And I love you so much, please believe me.” A tear runs down your cheek.

Things went south so fast. One moment you were dancing together, the next you were arguing and on the brink of a breakup. But you couldn’t understand why Jaehyun would’ve been this upset. A part of you felt it was unnecessary given the fact that you were inebriated at the time.

Jaehyun turns to the window as you approach your villa after a long and tense ride.

You can’t help but wonder why Jaehyun had let go of you in the first place.

“Where were you, Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened slightly. He was thankful that you hadn’t seen him with Reina, but how could he explain his absence?

“What?” He turns to you.

“Where were you? Why did you leave me alone on that crowded dance floor?”

“Are you seriously trying to turn this on me right now?” His eyes narrow and you never felt so small. But you remained firm, your concern was valid after all.

“I’m just asking-“

“No, dont..you’re just trying to come up with an excuse for your…slutting around..”

“What? ‘Slutting around’?”

“I went to the bathroom and I came back to you dancing with another man.”

“Jaehyun, I’m not stupid, you were gone for longer than a bathroom break.”

He rubs his temple. “The place was crowded as fuck, y/n! It was difficult to get to you! Wait, you know what, I’m not doing this. You’re making me feel like the bad guy.” He slams the door and heads inside.

You thank the driver before leaving through the other door.

“How am I making you feel like the bad guy when you’re the one that left me in the middle of a nightclub in a country that neither of us are familiar with?!”

Jaehyun takes his shoes off and places them on the floor.

“I drank too, y/n, and I messed up by leaving you. But you know what? At least, I don’t become a fucking slut like you when I’m drunk.”

You scoff. “Wow..Jaehyun, just wow.”

You drop your purse and kick off your heels before rushing into the bathroom to cry.

Jaehyun breaks at the sound of you crying in the bathroom. He sighs and closes his eyes. “Shit.”

You sob uncontrollably while sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

Jaehyun knocks on the locked door. “Hey…listen..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Jaehyun knew his outburst had more to do with Reina than it did with you. He was upset that she actually showed up, he was upset that your relationship was at risk because she was there. Things weren’t going as planned, and he didn’t like that.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t control his anger and took it out on you instead.

“Y/n..baby..I know you made a mistake, okay? I’m sorry, I just got upset.”

You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“Talk to me, please?” Jaehyun leans on the wall beside the door. “I don’t like hearing you cry, baby..”

You roll your eyes and think of how ironic all of this was. One moment he was calling you a slut, the next moment he was begging for forgiveness like you were.

You wash your face and breathe heavily into the towel.

“Y/n…don’t go to sleep angry at me, you know I don’t like when you go to sleep after we argue,” He says.

A moment later you open the door and brush past him while looking at the floor.

He takes your hand and brings you back to him, pressing you into the wall while towering over you.

“Look at me. We’re both upset, right? Let’s just forget about everything…it’s just me and you right now..no more crowded clubs, no more weird guys. I don’t want to regret this vacation, I just want to be with you, okay?”

You look up at him slowly. His eyes are brimming with tears as well. He’s so handsome as a strand of his dark hair hangs in his forehead, his lips are pouted. His cologne fills your nose, he smells so good, you just want to rest on his chest and breathe him in.

You place your lips onto his. He steps forward, making your head fall back into the wall. He takes your head in his hands and presses onto your lips harder.

Your tongue crosses over his bottom lip slowly, teasingly while he turns his head.

Jaehyun then grips your chin in his hand and kisses your lips harder. His kiss is filled with fury, anger, longing. He bites your bottom lip as your eyes close and your back leans even more. When he pulls away to breathe, he looks at you through low eyes while still holding your chin.

His gaze sends chills through your body. It’s a dark gaze that you can’t read. He looks as if he wants to destroy you, make you remember why you’re his.

You breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling as you stare at his lips, wishing they were back on yours.

But instead he rubs his thumb along your bottom lip.

“You love me…right?” He tilts his head, his eyes still narrowing in on your open mouth.

“Of course I do, Jaehyun.” You say breathily.

“Show me then…” he steps back while taking his belt off.

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