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springwitch26 · 7 months

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hots for teacher (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later?

warnings: NSFW content, implied future smut (part 2 on the way??), praise kink, age gap idk

notes: hi everyone! my name is april, and this is my first ever fanfiction. i wrote this for fun and then decided to share it with the community, because i love the little gay women in my phone! i've been reading fics on tumblr for as long as i've been on the internet, so this is a strange experience for me. anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you guys think!

tonight you looked sexy, and you knew it. you wore a sinfully short black dress with colorful butterflies. it was one of your favorites; it showed just the right amount and hugged just the right places to be tantalizing. your eyes were painted with thin black wings and soft, glittery eyeshadow that made you look like a sweet dream. your lips glistened and your hair was tied up in two dutch braids. you were a vision.

all this meant that you were not the least bit surprised when a deep, sultry female voice sounded from behind where you sat at the bar.

"it should be illegal to look like that in public."

you smiled coyly and turned around to face the stranger.

"why? see something you like?" when you turned to face her, however, you were met with a familiar face. it was a face you'd seen in your dreams time after time: your former boss, melissa schemmenti.

you had been assigned to work with melissa as a student teacher while you were in school for your teaching certification. at the time, she was teaching two grades simultaneously, so she was grateful to have you there to ease the burden. it didn't hurt that you were always so eager to please. you wanted to learn and become the best teacher you could be.

of course, your motives weren't entirely pure. you were attracted to melissa from the moment you saw her. you remembered it like it was yesterday: her flaming red hair was slightly messy from trying to wrangle her double class, and her glasses sat askew on her nose. then you came along and turned everything around. she would give you to-do lists, and you would finish them before lunchtime the same day.

"great job, hon! you're so good, don't know what i'd do without you..." she'd say each time, beaming with pride at her new prodigee.

"o-of course, ms. schemmenti. what else can i do for you?" you'd respond, blushing profusely at the praise and struggling to hold her intense gaze.

within a week of having you, melissa was caught up on all her work. she couldn't help but feel like you were an angel, or some kind of gift from god. whatever you were, she cherished you. as the two of you spent more time together, she started to want you more and more. every project, every conversation, every smile you two shared only added to your chemistry.

she had fun with it--teasing you with special pet names and praise, watching you get all flustered and squirmy. she knew you liked her back. you weren't the most subtle about your desire.

melissa would never act on her feelings, though. you were a doe-eyed twenty-something with big dreams, and she was your much older boss. getting involved with you would be too messy. but she always held out hope, even after you left abbott, that one day you'd meet again.

you studied melissa's sly smirk for a moment, in disbelief at your luck. it had been two years since you left abbott. you had your own big girl job now, and you were a bit more mature. there was nothing stopping you from acting on your desires.

"oh my god, ms. schemmenti! please, have a drink with me. it's been a while." you hoped you didn't sound too desperate, although you definitely looked desperate once you got a good glance at her.

her look was striking. your breath hitched in your throat as you scanned her form, dressed in red leather pants and a button-down shirt. her arms were visibly muscled, even through the jacket. the black button-down shirt she wore was unbuttoned just enough to tease her cleavage. around her waist was a thick black belt that you wanted to pull on. her fiery hair was tied back haphazardly in a high ponytail, just messy enough to be sexy. and her hands—god, her fingers were long and ringed and—

"whatever you say, kid," she shrugged and sat down next to you, giving you a playful smile. "and you can call me melissa now."

she had a mischievous glint in her eye, probably knowing how you felt just by the wanton way you stared at her. when she sat down beside you, you felt your whole body heat up. your thighs were almost touching from the proximity, and you could smell her intoxicating perfume with each inhale. feeling her body so close to yours had you more drunk than the alcohol. it didn't help that her eyes now roamed over your body shamelessly, taking in your glistening lips and lingering on your soft cleavage. you tried your best to play it cool.

you talked for a while, catching up on everything. you told her about your new job at a suburban elementary school, your volunteer tutoring on the weekends, your summers in the mountains. she beamed with pride hearing of your accomplishments.

"that's great, y/n! sounds like you're goin' places."

"thank you! i think i owe a lot of my success to my student teaching experience—everyone at abbott was great, including you. especially you," you looked at her with an intense gaze, feeling your desire catch up with you.

"you were such a passionate mentor. you just had this way of getting me excited..." you trailed off as you fixated on the stirrings of a smirk on her face.

"...excited about learning," you finished shakily.

"mm-hmm," she chuckled.

maybe it was the alcohol, or the simple fact that she was right next to you and seemingly devouring you with her eyes, but you became bolder then. you only had one shot at this.

"i mean, you really touched me in a way that nobody else could," you leaned in, dragging out your syllables for emphasis. "i worked so hard because i just needed to be good for you."

now she was the one shuddering. you had the upper hand, if only for a moment. but she quickly got her boldness back.

"i noticed that. always so bright and attentive. i bragged to all the other teachers about what a good girl you were." to top it all off, she punctuated her sentence by placing her hand firmly on your knee.

you thought you were going to explode right then and there. your skin erupted in goosebumps at her touch, and you spread your legs ever so slightly to indicate your consent. her face split into a smug grin and she began to crawl her fingers up your thigh, agonizingly slowly.

your response came as a shaky whisper. you were sure you must have soaked through your panties just from her teasing touches.

"it's good to know that you thought so highly of me. i looked up to you a lot," you said sheepishly. "um, i'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but i did have a bit of a crush on you..."

"oh, yeah. that doesn't surprise me. don't be embarrassed, hon. you can't help what you feel," her hand had stalled at the midpoint of your thigh, and she looked at you with sincerity.

"it doesn't surprise you?" you asked, struggling to get the words out once she resumed stroking your thigh.

"i had my suspicions," she said with a knowing smirk. "i'm sharper than i look, ya know."

her darkened eyes sent shivers down your spine. you felt your core heat up at the humiliation of knowing she knew exactly what you thought about her.

"am i that obvious?" you asked, somewhat breathily.

"oh, sweetheart," she laughed. she leaned in close and you could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. her fingers pinched the skin of your thigh as she whispered to you. "you sat five feet away from me for months, always wearin' those little black skirts. you think i didn't see you rub your thighs together every time i gave you praise?"

her hand now caressed your inner thigh softly, teasingly. you failed to respond, trying to process her words but finding yourself unable to do anything but whimper almost silently.

"so soft here. mhmm," she husked into your ear. there was a hint of giddiness in her voice, as if she was pleased with herself for taking you apart so easily. "does that feel good, princess? do you like it when i touch you?"

"yes!" you said, almost too loudly for the public setting. "yes, i like it very much."

"good," she whispered as her fingers found the edge of your panties. your thighs spread even wider, and you let out a small gasp.

"we've got lots more to catch up on, don't we?" she continued, her fingers drawing feather-light circles over your clit through the fabric. you wondered if she could feel you throbbing for her. your hips bucked up to meet her hand, and she slapped your thigh in warning. "if you wanna keep talkin', we can head back to mine..."

you turned to her with big, glazed-over eyes. still whimpering, you nodded rapidly, earning a laugh from the older woman. she grabbed your hand and guided you out of the packed bar.

"i'm gonna wreck you, hon," she mumbled without looking back at you.

#melissa schemmenti x y/n #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti/reader #melissa schemmenti x you #wlw ns/fw #kinktober #abbott elementary #fanfic

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anantaru · 9 months

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yoru i need miko and ei SO BAD they're just nghhh--- 🛐🛐🛐 big powerful women makes me go crazy

cw. ei and miko being so sexy (as always), fem! reader

big, powerful women, as you say, such as ei and miko like to share you between them. while ei prefers to please you with her tongue, expertly course and loop around your cute, little cunt— as she refers to it, yae miko chooses to taunt you with her mouth.

what's more to long for than an enchanting woman casting her warm tongue over your erected nipples while digging ei's head down your pussy so she'd become rougher, and more, feral with you?

once miko starts to suck on your mounds of flesh and pleasure the other with her fingers, you're done for. ei can't see herself calm down either and sneakily seeks her own pussy to play with it— way too aroused and wet from eating you out and splitting your folds apart with her slippy tongue. you arch your back off the bed and begin to jolt forward into her face, shaking, practically embracing the electrifying shock waves on your entire skin, locking the ever so strong and resilient electro archon into your core.

"oh what do we have here—" miko whispers into your ear, nibbling on your jaw, "someone's getting greedy." before slowing her head back to blow cold air on your slicked up breasts which were shining of her saliva, not leaving you to rest, becoming more lewd, but so pretty to look at. you're in awe of them both, quickly reaching over to grab a hold on yae's breasts that had been squished against you, sweetly feeling up her darling tits so she could moan against your ear shell.

they both just love you, it's quite obvious and they don't make a big secret out of it on how they cherish your body, those delightful women want to fuck you forever, and they might just do that, really.

#genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #ei x reader #yae miko x reader #ei smut #yae miko smut

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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i’m sorry for sending an emergency request after you just did one but i have been really insecure about my weight and i wish i could do something about it but i never can and i don’t know why and it’s killing me. it’s making me hate myself more than ever and i just wish i could look like the other girls. could you write zoro comfort for that? (she/her pronouns and romantic)

if it’s too much trouble feel free to ignore. i hope you have a good day/night<3

Omg no angle please don’t be sorry! Also I love you and you are so beautiful and deserving of everything good in the world and your weight does not define who you are or what you are worth. I’m sending you a massive hug my dear 💚

Zoro Weight Comfort - Emergency Request

(SFW)

(Romantic intentions with a tad bit of possible leading to NSFW)

TRIGGER WARNINGS for issues with weight/self appearance/food issues/self worth

A thick haze circled the air up in the crows nest. The summer heat radiated through the windows as you sat on the bench, sprawled out to try and cool yourself down. Your partner, Zoro, was in the midst of his workout as per his usual routine. He had shed off most of his clothing to try and beat the heat; opposed to yourself.

You stayed covered up, not wishing to show any amount of skin. Even if it was just in the presence of Zoro.

You weren’t ignorant. You knew the state of how your partner looked; carved directly from the gods themselves. You also knew the type of women that were drawn to him. Tall, petite, perfectly curved in every place you wished you. They were everything you wanted to be.

It was hopeless to even try and compete with them. No matter what you did it wasn’t enough. You had attempted many efforts to try and grow to like yourself; working out, eating better, training with Zoro. Nothing seemed to fix your problem.

You could often lose yourself in a train of thought, wondering off as you counted the list of problems you found about yourself; shameful in how you looked.

“Hey? Are you listening?”

You slowly flickered your eyes over to Zoro, watching as he huffed; sweat dripping from his body. His brows furrowed at you, confused at your ignorance to his question. Dazed, your eyes wondered over his chiseled chest, zoning back out again; your fears resurfacing.

“Baby?”

His hand gently tapped at your cheek, alerting you of his whereabouts. As you focused back on him a stray whimper parted your lips. His strong arms wrapped around you as he sat beside you, curling you into his sweaty body.

“What‘s wrong?”

“Do you think I deserve to be with you?”

“What?”

“It’s just I don’t feel like I do… in this body… I don’t like how I look and I just feel so disgusted in myself. I don’t look like Nami or Robin or anyone else who is beautiful and I just think -“

“Take that back!”

“What?”

“Just because you don’t look like them doesn’t mean you are any less worthy to feel loved, (y/n). I love you and to hell with anyone who thinks you don’t deserve it! Every single part of your body is something wonderful and should be cherished. You are so beautiful”

“I’m not!”

In one swift move he flipped you onto your back, hovering above you. There was a playful gleam in his eye as he leaned down close to you, slowly teasing above you.

“I love your beautiful face” he leaned down, peppering kisses across your cheeks. His smirk stayed against your skin as you giggled from his light touch.

“I love your precious arms” he trailed down, covering every inch of your arms in swift pecks.

“I especially love your sexy chest” he burrowed his head between your chest, resting there for a moment.

“I love your gorgeous stomach” he made his way down, lifting up your shirt; covering every fold and curve in soft kisses. He groaned as he covered your skin, relishing in how soft you tasted against his mouth.

His hands slid down the side of your body, his lips dragging over your skin as he reached your legs. “And I love your angelic thighs”

His breath fanned against your skin, tickling you as he moved around; covering every inch of your skin in his lips. Once satisfied with his claim he rose back up to dangle over your face, his expression more neutral than before; his once playful demeanour vanished.

“I love you; every single part of you. To me you are the most beautiful girl in the world and I wish you saw that. You are so incredible in every single thing you do and never cease to amaze me. There is not a single moment where I question if I deserve you; because I know it’s you that truely doesn’t deserve me. I love every single fold and roll and curve on your perfect body and I wished you understood how heavenly you are. You don’t need to look like Nami or Robin to be beautiful or have a purpose in this world, (y/n). You are beautiful and you have purpose. I wished you saw yourself from my point of view”

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do; every last word” he leaned back down again, this time pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “And I will continue to remind you until you understand it, baby. You are perfect just the way you are”

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patrochillesvibes · 11 months

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Thanks for the Pyrrha HCs. I love it, and I love her😘😘😘

Do you have any Modern AU HCs for Pyrrha as well? Oh, and what would it be like if Pyrrha was a woman in the first place, not Achilles in character? Do you think the relationship with Patroclus would be any different? And if so, how?

Hmmm

I HC Achilles as bigender or gender fluid. I don’t really have HCs for trans Achilles. As for Patroclus, I don’t think it would matter much to him. They have a deep love for each other, and Pat is bi. I think trans Achilles would be open with Pat about it from the beginning. I think Pat would love and cherish all aspects of Achilles and would support however Achilles chooses to present. Pat might be more protective of trans Achilles due to sexism, but not much else would change. Trans Achilles would be just as capable, strong, and confident as cis Achilles. One thing that Pat might be especially please with would be their ability to get married (TSoA/Iliad).

Modern AU

Pyrrha started off as a joke. It started one Halloween when Achilles dressed in drag. He was always a bit curious about women and their clothes and makeup etc.. Often he had been called “girly” and “pretty.” He had fun with the drag. It was especially thrilling to flirt with Pat while “in-character.”

The “joke” then evolved into a roleplay persona that got more and more elaborate over time. Also as time passed, Pyrrha started showing up more, especially outside the bedroom. And more feminine pieces became incorporated into Achilles’ wardrobe. Eventually a conversation happened, and Achilles admitted to liking being Pyrrha (Pat liked it too). And so now sometimes he’s Pyrrha.

Pyrrha prefers to wear dresses and skirts (mostly because she loves getting railed in them).

Pyrrha has great skin, so she mostly only wears mascara and lipstick for makeup. She loves getting her lipstick all over Pat.

Pyrrha loves wearing earrings.

Pyrrha loves getting nail polish on her toes, especially reds.

Pyrrha engages in more PDA than Achilles (she gets away with it due to homophobia) (Pyrrha passes).

Pyrrha gets away with E V E R Y T H I N G. Pat can’t say no. And also once she got pulled over by a cop for speeding. She got out of the ticket by flirting. Pat was in the passenger seat at the time and was a bit miffed, but he also didn’t want to pay yet another traffic violation fine for Mrs. Road Rage.

If you insult her husband, Pyrrha will beat the shit out of you. Like put-you-in-the-hospital kind of beat down.

Pyrrha has her own diamond wedding ring (it compliments Achilles’ wedding band very nicely). She received it on one of their wedding anniversaries (5th or 10th).

Pyrrha is expensive. She brings a very sugar daddy/baby vibe to their relationship.

Pyrrha doesn’t care for handbags. They’re clutter.

Pyrrha prefers doggy (mostly it’s the hair pulling). She also really enjoys being bent over furniture. She loves muffing. Gender affirming terms for body parts are a big turn on and are the base of dirty talk.

She only tucks with certain outfits. Otherwise, otherwise its her natural self in her sexy panties. Pyrrha is really only sensitive about her biology when (Pat’s) babies come up.

She’s vain. She thinks she’s prettier than most girls she’s right.

She has very sensitive nipples.

She is a big fan of jasmine, rose, and other flower notes in her perfume.

Her preferred pet name is kitten (babygirl is a must).

Pyrrha is both a girly girl and a tomboy depending on her mood. But she’s almost always coy and flirty just to get Pat riled up.

That’s all I can come up with for now.

#ask #my hcs #pyrrha hcs #achilles hcs #patrochilles hcs

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iztopher · 2 years

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please please please do galahad and/or te'ijal i love and cherish everything you think about Them™️

YESSSS thank you i LOVE talking abt them so i will jump at the opportunity and also this message made my day ;___;

also this got a little long so. under the cut time

galahad sexuality: i call him aroace but i think even at his most self aware he conceptualizes himself as "straight man who has never been attracted to a woman before" which like okay dude gender: cis dude. like, impressively cisgender. like "i have been alive for hundreds of years and have never once questioned my gender, gender as a concept, or felt it change" a ship: romantic-wise, which i think is what the original ask meme meant, none, "can be any dynamic" then of COURSE te'ijalahad i am constantly gnawing at my own hands about them a friendship: rhen & galahad... honestly i like galahad as friends with So many women & teenage girls who are infinitely cooler than him hfgdsjksfdj but rhen & galahad is always my kneejerk a NOTP: anything that ships him with one of the teens. boring answer but it's true. the more interesting, but potentially meaner, answer is romantic sexy requited te'ijalahad. i'll still read & enjoy aspects of fics where that's the author's intent but i cannot register it as them anymore a random headcanon: when he feels uncomfortable in a situation he will fully sleep in his armor. this does mean he has been sleeping in his armor for hundreds of years when living in ghed'ahre with te'ijal! general opinion: galahad is the character i have the single most complicated feelings on because i absolutely hated him for years and now i'm like wow my second favorite character of all time <333 and there was a good three year chunk where those two emotions were overlapping

te'ijal!! sexuality: bi/pan, arospec gender: i alternate between calling her "enlightened cis" and wiggly fem nonbinary and i can really go either way - i think she likes being a woman but also has a very immortal perspective on gender where she thinks it's kinda fake and opt-in. she just enjoys opting in! a ship: romantic wise... te'ijal/beatrice. i think they are exes. i think the debt beatrice owes te'ijal is te'ijal turning her the first time and i think galahad is a rebound a friendship: i pretty much thought three different ones simultaneously so lars & te'ijal, elini & te'ijal, and mel & te'ijal oh my goddd a NOTP: same answer as galahad dhgjfkldf a random headcanon: she was always a vampire! she came into existence because people believed in vampires, so in the same way the strength of aveyond shifts based on people's beliefs, so does the existence of supernatural creatures. she & gyendal emerged from the same tomb one day. they both lived with rashnu for a while while they got their footing, and he fostered her initial love of humans. general opinion: MY FAVORITE FUCKGING CHARACTER OF ALL TIME i love her so much. she is everything to me

#dear mel #THANK UUUU

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hollowboobtheory · 2 years

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thank u for the new TPG chapter. please have these live react notes I took instead of prepping for a bond hearing to either cherish, disregard, or a secret third thing (??)

- DJ “I’m an Empath” whatever DJ’s Last Name Is

- “I haven’t made a wrong move yet, have I?” Exclaims man who has made nothing but wrong moves, while making yet another wrong move.

- Idk if youve ever worked at a sleep away camp but this is pretty much exactly how being a camp counselor plays out

- “Most importantly, she had an excuse to keep hooking up with Duncan.” Babygirl. Sweetheart. You can just… do that. Without manipulating anyone.

- The only two career paths in life are being an attorney or committing arson. As a law student, I can confirm this.

- CATHOLIC GUILT!! I eat it up like cheerios.

- Gwen “I am NOT an empath” sawyer

- Gwen “How did I not put together that Gwen is a virgin” sawyer

- Thank you for preserving the homophobia jar joke.

- Courtney being low key invested in the “which cats would be the best knights” debate. Why was she listening. Does she have opinions

- Lindsay making a list of Hot Women Who’ve Had At Least One Conversation With My Girlfriend because she has a very secure attachment style

- I’m not sure I like Heather but her capacity for evil is unmatched in the modern era and that’s something to admire. Also how is Courtney stupid enough to trust this woman.

- “I love you. and I’m God. That’s all you need to know.” That’s. That’s kinda sexy. Also. I love that she just says this as “just had a Catholic crisis” Courtney looks on. Super normal interaction all around. I’d watch the shit out of this TV show.

- YES. Y E S. THIS CHALLENGE.

- Wow Courtney didn’t have to do anything to cause problems besides let Duncan make his own decisions I actually think she’s 100% blameless here.

- Gwen is burdened by the power of omniscience and also being 16

- DJ is burdened by the power of empathy and also Gwen’s burdens

- !!!!! Okay now make out???

- No!! Chris shut up I’m waiting for DJ and Gwen to make out!!

- Courtney honest to god. Honest to god. I’ll forgive you as many times as it takes but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.

- Izzy is actually perfect I think I’m in love with her I’m dead serious

- “As if getting a rush from serving up justice was a bad thing.” Duncan. ACAB. Gwen literally just explained this to you.

- Chef being the only Semi Responsible Parent on the island is so important to me.

- Oh. Oh no. Oh. Duncan.

- But also. Who’s vulnerable now, bitch?

- “Lindsay. You have a girlfriend or something. I don’t know.” How do you so perfectly nail Chris’ mannerisms. Im in hysterics over this.

- Why does knowing Heather was manipulating lindsay not make it any less awful??? Ow??

I did the secret third thing ty (saving them in my folder of nice comments for when i need a self esteem boost) (and then yes-anding a few of them)

DJ, an empath, seeing Duncan going behind Gwen's back and betray her trust for like the fourth time in a row: i'm sensing you have some trust problems in your friendship.

Duncan, actively betraying Gwen's trust: why the fuck wouldn't she trust me???

not to judge but how could Gwen not be a virgin she bites anyone's head off who comes within ten feet of her

OH so the cats thing.. i was imagining that Owen and Izzy were talking about warrior cats lol

literally all Courtney has to do is validate Duncan's toxic habits lmao he fucks everything up on his own she just signs off on it

"how do you perfectly nail Chris's mannerisms" well you see i'm a bitch

#beck rambles #ask #sentimentalslut #the popularity game

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max-the-d0g · 2 years

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The Missing Piece - Lavender And Honey

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Warning : NSFW, a little moment in the library with the redhead and a little moment in the greenhouse with a blonde.

A/N: mistakes may still be present.

Previous parts

Once the two women allowed you to retire to your room, everything felt fuzzy. You flopped on top of the bed, a girlish giggle erupted inside of you thinking back on the date and how gorgeous both women looked. In the other room, both Cordelia and Wilhemina had enormous smiles gracing their lips. Both of them felt like teenagers with their first crush. You were a piece of a puzzle fitting perfectly in between them. Wilhemina had felt as if the whole thing was a cherished dream, it was exquisite. Everything had gone well, and she hoped that nothing would ruin it.

---- You were in the library, it was awful silent. Inspecting the mountains of books on the shelves, nothing had captured your interest. You were too absorbed into your task that you missed the steady rhythm of a cane hitting the floor, the door swinging open and shutting close and the muffled footsteps that stopped just behind you. The only indicator that you knew a charming woman dressed in purple was there was the hint of lavender and rosemary, the scent causing a relaxed atmosphere to build in the library.

"Ms L/N anything gained your interest?" Wilhemina said, her voice was humorous but still had a hint of softness. You swiftly turned around, confronting the woman. She was typically wearing a lilac knee-long skirt with a lilac floral blouse, her lustrous hair was in her signature ponytail. A sparkle of dazzling light shined through your brilliant eyes as you looked upon the gorgeous specimen. "Oh, yes Ms Venable." You muttered back, a teasing tone behind your words. You watched closely as a perfectly shaped eyebrow lift slightly, "Oh, please do tell." She adequately expressed, her teeth toyed with her rosy lips as she stared intensely into your eyes.

"You." You whispered out, you take a step closer to her. The woman stepped closer too, following your lead. She rolled her eyes at the comment. "What? Fine," You playfully rolled your eyes at her look. "Something did capture my eye, a book about a beautiful, sexy redhead. She radiates power and she falls in love with two witches." You whispered, trailing your nimble fingers across her arm, she gripped your wrist.

"I would stop that, Ms L/N," Wilhemina stated, letting go of your wrist. Her hand trailed across your body delicately, she stops at the chest. Your breathing becomes ragged, she comes closer and you had the sudden urge to lean forwards and claim her plump lips. However, you had some self-control.

"Oh, honey. I will do what I pleased." You said clearly. You watched closely, watching how her fierce eyes darkened at the challenge. Your back hits the bookcase behind you, Wilhemina had nudged you against it, restraining you there.

"You aren't in charged here, Y/N." She muttered fiercely, she leaned close, almost teasingly slow. A sinister smile crossed her lips, looking deeply into your eyes. She crushed her plump lips to yours, the kiss was fueled by lust. A thud echo through the room and two hands hold you close.

The kiss was rushed and sloppy. It seemed that Wilhemina was gaining her confidence back, the way she held herself strong. Wilhemina was feeling more like herself, though a small voice wouldn't quiet down. Telling her that she was doing too much, trying too hard. She had a powerful grip on you, bruising almost. The kiss had paused, she was listening to those critical voices, the inner self that would severely degrade her. Noticing the blank expression in her eyes, you delicately cup her face with both of your hands. "Wilhemina, darling. Are you with me ?" You asked, stroking the apples off her rosy cheeks. Her eyes were now filled with overwhelming sadness, her body had coward slightly. You weren't quite sure what to do at the moment. Thinking a delicate touch may help, you leaned forward pressing soft pecks against her glowing cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose and lastly her lips.

Pulling back slightly, you observed her eyes slowly, blinking as she comes back into the present and out of the cage in her head. The delicate touch of you held the key to get out, releasing her of the harsh words. She shied away slightly, her eyes flickering to the floor.

"Hey, Mina. Are you okay now?" You questioned carefully, hoping the softness of your voice soothed her enough for her to open up to you, to allow you in.

"I'm... I'm fine, Y/N." She justly said, leaning forwards promptly capturing your lips in a kiss. This affectionate kiss was completely different to the kiss moments ago, it was gentle and fueled with unconditional love. Her eager hands began to wander, they were on a divine mission to set fire to your skin, they trailed along your back leaving hot trails of dazzling flames across it. Her hands groped your arse, giving it a harsh squeeze before they take their place on your waist. Which caused a muffled moan to escape you. You decided to retaliate, moving your hands away from her face you pull her closer to you, causing the redhead to stumble into you full force. Unbeknownst to Wilhemina, you tucked your leg in between hers. Your hands copied hers; they wandered to her arse, you were just merely grasping it.

Shifting your attention to her neck, you sucked at her skin and at the same moment you give her butt a grope. Her body stiffened at the action, taking this to your advantage you slipped your leg up against her cunt. The action caused a surprisingly deep groan to escape her lips, as soon as the groan escaped her she clamped her mouth shut, you move your hands hastily to her ample waist and you rocked her against your leg. You could feel the arousal building in her underwear, a noticeable wetness was building on your bare leg. Carrying on the motion for a few minutes, hands gripping her slim waist. It was slow and teasing, you felt her trying to gain some speed, buckling her hips but you wouldn't allow it. A smirk was growing on your lips as you heard her failed attempts at holding her moans. "Oh, fuck." She gasped out, holding you steady by the shoulders.

It was like a switch was flipped, she gained enough strength to focus. She zeroed in on your throat, sucking at the sensitive skin. The unexpected movement caused a shuddering moan to flee your lips. She carried out her fierce assault on your neck, long enough to cause you to get distracted and allow her to move against your leg. It had worked in her favour for a moment, not long enough as the closer she got to her release the assault on your neck had slowly ceased. Acting quickly you shifted your leg away, holding Wilhemina still. The room was filled with heavy breathing you had almost forgotten where the two of you were, almost.

"Don't do that again," Wilhemina uttered out, her eyes darkening once again, they were dark brown almost black.

"Whatever you say, Mina." You said, humour lacing through your words, adding to the comment you flash her a toothy grin. "But.. you liked it." You whispered, watching a slightly blush coat her cheeks.

"That is beside the point, Ms L/N." The redhead said, there was a softness to her words. She waited, allowing your guard to go down and she waited for the precise moment to put you in the right place. Footsteps coming towards the library took you and Wilhemina out of the moment, two sets of eyes snapped to the door, neither one of you moving at first.

It was Wilhemina who had moved first, though she had stumbled a little without the help of her cane. Gathering the cane up you gently place it in her hand and helped her look presentable knowing she had a reputation at this academy and looking anything below perfect won't do for her. You noticed a twitch of her lips as you covered the slight pink hue on her neck, and pushed her skirt back down.

The student walked through the door, head deep in a book. She hadn't noticed the two of you and not wanting to be seen you and Wilhemina made a quick exit.

--- It had been a few hours since the heated moment in the library, and you hadn't seen Wilhemina since. Nor Cordelia. You strolled towards the greenhouse, allowing yourself to feel at peace. The wind was chiller, little cold pins prickling at your skin. The sun had begun setting, and you could see the golden hues of orange lightening the sky, it was beautiful and tranquil.

You saw a light shine through the greenhouse, reluctantly you stepped in. You were hoping for some alone time in the greenhouse, to calm down from the excitement. You see a dash of golden hair, perfectly styled. The supreme in question was wearing black palazzo trousers and a white blouse. She looked carefree. She was in her little world, you watched her hands skillfully using a pestle to grind some ingredients into the mortar. Leaning against the doorframe, you observed Cordelia in her element. She had always gravitated to plants, to the greeny. It was the only thing that brought her joy when she was a teen, and when her mother left her. She loved to see what each ingredient did, she loved to experiment.

Cordelia felt eyes on her, if she didn't know it was you she would have been creeped out. She enjoyed how your eyes stayed on her, watching her perform something that was second nature to her, almost like a second language. Cordelia looked up to you, a smile graced her lips, her brows furrowed a little as her eyes roamed the mark left on your neck by Wilhemina. Toying with your lip, trying desperately to hold back the smirk threatening to spill from your lips. Cordelia's eyes narrowed playfully, she puts down the pestle. You gracefully stepped closer to the supreme, a look of desire shining through and a devilish smirk graced you. You stopped, a table separating you are Cordelia. The atmosphere had changed, it was no longer peaceful but tense with desire.

"This was left by our dear, Wilhemina." You husked out, leaning your arms against the table. Looking into Cordelia's eyes, "We got a little handsy early today." You nonchalantly said, shrugging your shoulders. Cordelia smiled brightly, a little twinkle in her eyes. You stalked close, almost predator-like to her, Cordelia being the prey, you thought.

The supreme nibbled against her lip, watching you closely, her eyes never leaving yours. You stopped just before her, you trail your hands slowly up her arm, the tips of your finger touch the silky skin of her neck. Her breathing hitched slightly, noticing the movement you loop your arm around her neck pulling her close to your lips. They weren't touching, just hovering. You felt her warm breath against your lips. The desperate look in her eyes told you she wanted to be closer, to touch you, to feel your lips on hers. A slight gentle smile grew on your lips, looking at the gorgeous woman in front of you. She tried to pull you closer by gripping your waist, her hands moving across the expanse of your back. Nudging her against the table, you hold her down slightly.

"Y/N, Come on... Kiss me." Cordelia whimpered out, her eyes held desperation. You move close to her face, and her face flushed red as she holds your eye contact. "Plea-" She stuttered out, she was abruptly cut off as your lips launched at hers. A groan grumbled inside her, pushing yourself closer to Cordelia's. You could feel the thudding of her heartbeat; her hands grasped your shirt, crumbling the fabric together.

Her lips were tender and soft against yours. Your tongue begged for entrance, her lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside, you could taste the hint of lemon and honey from her afternoon tea.

Cordelia felt sparks ignite inside her like fireworks, a little fire burning inside her. Warmth spread throughout her whole body as she felt every inch of you pressing against her. She could smell your intoxicating perfume, fresh rose and jasmine. A scent she had begun to fall in love with. Cordelia leaned further against you, her grip on you tightened, her hand gripped yours pulling it to sotherin region.

Your other hand wandered towards her neck, hovering over. Gradually breaking the kiss, you don't miss the whimper that escaped her. Before giving her a break your hand wrapped around her throat, a loud moan erupted throughout the room. She leaned against your frame, she felt every nerve of her body light up. Her eyes rolled back and you tighten your grip on her neck.

The hand around her neck releases, allowing her to gasp a breath of air. She leaned heavily against you, her head falling against your neck, combing your fingers through her hair, faint moans escaped her parted lips as you tugged at her locks. Both of your heartbeats thud at the same rhyme, heat spreads between the two of you. Embracing the slim woman, you breathed her scent of floral and the earthy scent. You felt her lips peck against your neck. She moulded her body into you. Giving her hair one last soft tug, your hands run down her back across her backside. Your delicate touch caused the supreme to shiver, squeezing her backside you, enjoying the yelp that came from her mouth.

Moving your hand away from her backside, it moved to the front of her. Dangerously close to her core, your hand slipped between the waistband of her trousers and underwear. The pads of your fingers part her folds, her breath hitched in her throat and she jolted forward when the pads of your fingers touch her clit. She whined at the slight touch, wanting more, needing more and she was willing to beg for it. The fingers in her underwear trailed towards her entrance, you felt her arousal gather on the tip of your fingers. You teased at her entrance. "Y/N...Please. Please. Fuck me, please." She begged out, holding desperately on to you, your thumb was leisurely moving against her clit giving her some sensation but not nearly enough for her orgasm to build.

"Aw, Delia is she torturing you," Wilhemina said, with fake sympathy as she stalked into the greenhouse, her cane hitting the ground with force causing you to flick your eyes towards the redhead over Cordelia's shoulder. You move Cordelia's body to the side, clutching her close by.

Cordelia whined out, her breathing had gotten harsh. Wilhemina moved closer to the two of you, She stopped just behind Cordelia. She could slightly see your hand still in Cordelia's pants. It seemed that Cordelia also realised and she tentatively started moving against your hand. A smirk graced Wilhemina's lips, as she watched Cordelia hump against your hand for a few seconds.

"None of that, little one" Wilhemina snarked out, her cane tapping Cordelia's lower backside. The supreme toyed with her plump lips, undoubtedly enjoying being sandwiched between the two of you. She felt a pair of eager lips nibbling and sucking against her neck, exposing her neck to Wilhemina allowing her to mark her. Cordelia cried at the contact, shifting your hands slightly enough for her to feel tingly. She tumbled and shivered between the two of you, her knees buckled underneath her as two-fingers slipped inside of her entrance. "Oh, fuck." Cordelia cried out. You carried on with your movement for a moment, enjoying the moans spilling from your supreme.

"Why don't we take this into the bedroom?" You requested, receiving two sets of 'yes'.

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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I love your writing. May I have Loki x Reader? The reader is a sweet, delicate dreamer. Loki has come to conquer the world. He saw her and wants her to become his Queen of Midgard. He kidnapped her. She pleads with him to let her go while she is tied to the bed. He caresses her hair and says she will love him (he doesn't want to use the scepter on her).

***Can I have White Reader x Loki, please? Loki just escaped from the Helicarrier. He saw the reader who is a sweet and innocent creature. Loki doesn't want her dead when he will start battle. Loki kidnaps her and locks her up to keep her safe. When he wins, Loki tells her that she will become his queen.***

Hi! I decided to combine the prompts and make the reader plus-sized. I hope you enjoy!

His Match

Pairing: Dark!Loki x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Summary: You’ve tried to live by your grandmother’s rule of being kind to others, even when the world gives you the middle finger. What if a Norse God decided reward you by becoming his Queen?

Word Count: 1,745

Rating: 18+/Mature

Warning: Kidnapping, Implied Dub/Non-Con, Angst, and some Violence

A/N: Thanks goes to the amazing @angrythingstarlight for beta reading this!

Loki was walking around New York City, scouting Stark Tower making sure the final preparations of his plan was perfect when something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

She walked out of what looked like a women’s clothing store with a forlorn smile. She was plumper than the average female Midgardian last time he frequented the realm. His eyes did not miss the enticing curves that lied beneath her clothes despite her efforts to ensconce herself into the background.

She was a vision.

Her eyes met his for the briefest of moments and it felt like time stopped. His heart quickened in his chest and a rush of blood surged to his groin.

He had to follow her. His Elskan.

“Barton, tell the others I’ll be out for a few more hours. Proceed as planned.”

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He found you entering a rather destitute apartment complex. Its lights and foundation were a bit unsound and gave off a seedy ambience.

Loki grimaced at her living conditions. When he ruled Midgard, she would have only the best.

Casting a simple concealment spell, Loki entered her fairly small apartment. She began mixing ingredients together for what looked to be ‘chocolate chip cookies’. He smiled as he inhaled the sweet aroma knowingly; Asgard had only recently started consuming the sweet. She soon laid out a batch of thick, scrumptious cookies with a satisfied expression.

They reminded him of better times when he and Thor would sneak into the kitchens and swipe confections from under the baker’s nose. Loki chuckled at the memory; those were the days.

Not ten minutes after she placed the last cookie onto the cooling rack did her phone ring. It was her mother. Loki felt dread coming off his Elskan in waves.

Loki could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, if you could call it that. Her mother constantly nagged her about her weight, life choices, and her ‘pathetic’ attempts to get over her ex-boyfriend. His heart broke as he saw tears begin to fall and the croaking of her voice as she bid the odious creature goodnight.

Several minutes after she cried herself to sleep, Loki entered his Elskan’s bedroom. He spied her diary on the nightstand and decided to read a few pages.

He was fuming within two minutes.

How dare that caustic pig sow treat his Elskan, her own daughter, in a such ghastly manner! Her ‘perfect’ sister always slighting and reminding her on how ‘she’ll never be good enough for anything’ and her father’s callous indifference to her cries for help and solace only added to his rage. Combined with the way her ex-boyfriend, the repugnant gnat, treated her (he cheated on her with someone who ‘wasn’t built like a blimp’ and ‘the only thing you thing you had going for you were your tits’) and he wanted to speed up the invasion just to watch the horror become engrained onto their faces.

And yet, she endeavored to treat everyone with kindness harkening back to your grandmother. She strived to be the one light in one’s otherwise miserable existence.

Well, she can be his light as his Elskan and Queen.

Loki took a deep, cleansing breath. He needed to stick to the plan. When he conquers Midgard, she will be their queen. She will grace the undeserving masses with her elegance and beauty and he will worship her every chance he got.

He just had to make her see it that way.

Gently, the light forest green glow of Loki's magic flowed from his hand to the crown of her head like a halo. He leaned in and kissed her cheek with a smile as he left.

He hated to leave her, but he had a realm to conquer. Though he hoped she’d enjoy the introductory gift.

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You were in your grandmother’s living room; spacious yet comfy with all of her quirkiness and splendor included. It was odd since you haven’t been in her house since your parents sold after her death seven years ago. You tearfully smiled remembering all the good times you had with her, the only member of your family you gave you any true warmth or love.

Her piano was in the corner, barely aged a day with all the music sheets, pens, a light scratches you came to know and love. You took your seat and started to play the piano version of one of your favorite movie themes.

You were so engrossed in playing, you failed to notice someone materializing into your dreamscape.

“What a lovely tune! What is it called?” A smooth, honey-tinged voice broke your concentration.

You turned your head and saw what had to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He was tall (6’ 10” / 2.08m) easily towering over any man you’ve ever met. He had smooth alabaster skin, light rose undertones with a little blue-red just under his eyes. His cheekbones were immaculate, somehow looked sharp and soft at the same time. He had thin lips with a fair plumpness to the bottom one. His slicked-back, shoulder-length Ponzu/Shadow Purple hair kissed his lean, battle-hardened physique (if the way he’s filling out his outfit was anyway to go by). All of this deliciousness was clothed in a casual Palm Green suit with a Glossy Black tie and shoes.

It took you a full minute to stop ogling him, “Wha-What did you say?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, my lady. I asked what you were playing.” His voice had hints of mirth which was odd considering his appearance. Most people in his league would give you a thinly veiled sneer of disgust, but he seemed genuinely interested.

“Um, well, it’s called Merry-Go-Round of Life from the movie Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s a favorite of mine. I used to play it all the time until…” You trailed off, not wanting to revisit how your grandmother died.

“You do not have to tell me if it brings you such displeasure.”

“Thank you, um…”

“Loki. Please, call me Loki.”

“Loki,” he inwardly moaned at the way you said his name, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, continue playing.”

And you did for what felt like hours, all while your sexy dream companion asked about your hopes, dreams, anything he could think of really. You in turn asked him about his life and interests; you even laughed at a story of his brother having to dress like a bride to get his hammer back.

You soon became enamored with Loki. It was refreshing to be noticed with actual interest, not ridicule or pity. He seemed to taken with you as well, if his gentle caresses and not-so-subtle lustful glances he gave you were any indication.

You were glad this was just a dream. You didn’t want your heart to break like last time.

Loki was about to lean in for a kiss when everything faded to black.

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You jolted up from the mattress and screamed once you realized you weren’t in your room.

No, this room was…spectacular for lack of better word. It had high ceilings, large windows, ornate chandeliers, and magnificent balcony. Luxurious dark greens, gold, and black covered the room in splendor. Extravagant pieces of furniture dripped with precious stones metal worthy of queens or royal mistresses of old.

“What is this place?”

You tried to leave but was forced back onto the bed by a force field. You tried to take calm breaths just like your therapist taught you in order to make an escape plan.

No sooner did you calm down than the door open to reveal-

“Loki!”

Only Loki was wearing radically different clothing; looked like he walked right out of a fantasy epic. And yet, his smile was enchanting.

“What am I doing here? I need to go back home.”

He tutted in response, “That would not be wise, Elskan Mín. This world is mine now and this is safest place to be.” He was right. His brother’s team of desperate souls were no match for his cunning and Chitauri Forces. Midgard’s pathetic leaders gave up in less than an hour once their beloved ‘heroes’ were defeated, broken, and laid bare before them.

“You can’t be serious, Loki. I need to leave.”

“And go where? Like I said, this realm is mine now. That rat poison of a dwelling is no more and I have dealt with your ‘family’ as needed.” Loki smirked at the memories. It gave him extreme joy squeezing the life out of that worthless pig of mother, breaking every bone in your father’s body one by one, and leaving your ‘perfect’ sister alive with partially rotten skin. Not even the scavengers or maggots would find or want the remains of the scurvy insect of an ex-boyfriend, though he was still alive..just barely.

Well, at least until he decided on how to destroy the blight of creature.

Though he did make sure to leave two of your real friend were treated well. You needed to have someone to talk to while he was away.

You gazed into his Spearmint colored eyes in one last attempt, “Please Loki! If you love me, you’ll let me go!”

For a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw hurt in his eyes and he glided across the room. You back hit the headboard in you sad efforts to get away from him.

“Elskan Mín, I promise to always love, cherish, and worship every part of your glorious body. You will become Midgard’s queen and my goddess. No. One. Will. Ever. Demean. Or. Slight. You. Again.” he punctuated each word of the last sentence with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your face, neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

You tried to fight him, but it felt so good. His touches sent shots of lightning to your core; plus his lips and fingers were cook to the touch provided excellent contrast to the spike in heat.

You started crying realizing how pathetic this was, to have the first person to profess such feelings be a kidnapper. You were actually contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth.

Loki sensed your sorrow and kissed your tears away. “I know this might be ‘difficult’ at first, but you will love me in time.” He hoped he did not have to use the scepter.

You thought about your dream and all of the effort he was putting into this. It was frightening, but it came from a place of love.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay.

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imeverywoman420 · 3 years

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Men with low self esteem have such a weird warped perception of the world like its truly so weird... i understand where beta females and nothing girls are coming from but ur literally a man. Like u just have to go to the gym and be sexy. The one thing that drives a confident sexually attractive woman away is a man that is weird about sex. What straight man doesnt like the idea of women enjoying sex. Theres some DEEEEEP issues with school marm trad guys and mgtow. Men wanting to control women is literally the original sin.... men wrote the bible they control that narrative do you really expect them to tell the whole truth the truth and nothing but the truth. Please dont be stupid. There are people in power who have been in power for years who have a vested interest in making you ignore your intuition.

Men are evil and gross right but id much rather live in a free love hippie society than one built around the notion that women need to be protected and cherished wives and if they stray from that role they are iredeemable whores with literally no way to provide for themselves.

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blahkugo · 4 years

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hi sexy gorl can i see what katsuki + supernatural is like? congrats on 1k, i hope you hit infinity!! - 🦍 anon

thank you my sweet, beautiful gorilla an(nie)on. your identity may always be a mystery, but i feel as though we’re very close friends ♡

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「BAKUGOU KATSUKI」

— supernatural! au / mythology! au

— warnings: 18+, smut, all characters are aged up.

⤏ the greek gods are alive and well, thriving even. with daily offerings from millions around the world, their powers surpass limits well beyond human perception.

⤏ of course, humanity either prospers or perishes at the fall of a pin; the pettiest grievance can mean life or death for a mortal being, and so, humanity does all it can to keep them pleased

⤏ with this surge of followers, comes evolution. specifically, of the minor monsters and mythological creatures. beasts gain the ability to shift between forms, using molds of mortals to lure them to their deaths

⤏ enter: katsuki bakugou, the hell hound

⤏ cerberus is no longer simply a four-legged beast. he walks the mortal realm like any other, a— quite hotheaded— aide to hades. a corruptor of souls, if you will

⤏ but mostly, hades just uses him to get under zeus’ skin.

⤏ if there’s anything zeus absolutely loves, it’s beautiful women. maidens— skin smooth as whipped butter, voices sweet as pure honey— tempting him to dip a finger, or rather an entire limb, into the world of adultery

⤏ and so, the hell hound, when not dutifully guarding the gates of the underworld, prowls for these women. devoted worshippers, who fall to their knees to please the insatiable god, suddenly find themselves enticed by the massive riches bakugou promises them under the patron of hades (among other massive things)

“The mortal realm has nothing for me,” Katsuki pounds a fist against the flat ground, howling. No response from his heinous master. “Bastard!”

At that, the earth trembles and shakes, seething from deep within. It seems Lord Hades does not take kindly to insults; however, he is too riled up to heed the warning. The son of a bitch can burn this vile domain to the ground, for all he cares.

As a force that only bows to those whose veins surge with the blessing of the gods, one would think Cerberus has better things to do than be stuck in the world of puny humans. He’s a guardian of the gates of hell, a fierce soldier whose talents lie in the bloody ravaging of intruders. Preying on wide-eyed, imbecilic matrons— sorry women who believe that philanderer of a god Zeus is going to save them— is the last thing he should be doing.

And yet, it is exactly what his Lord has commanded of him. ‘You will enjoy your time with the mortals,’ the cretin had simply chuckled at Katsuki’s disputes on the matter. He pounds another fist against the grass, though this time, with less gall.

“Father Zeus, holder of lightning,” he hears the soft chime of his victim’s voice before he sees you. Making his way through thick underbrush, he follows the sound until he sees you.

And there you perch, kneeling at the modest altar in devout worship. Though your knees must ache, separated from the hard floor by only a simple robe, you chant the words perfectly; it seems you take special care not to falter in prayer. “I implore you, guide me to be just.”

Katsuki simply observes, keeping his distance so as to not interrupt you. It is not as though you are the first human woman to cross his path; he has pillaged one too many poor souls who have stumbled into the Underworld, though you are certainly the most enchanting.

It isn’t your looks that have him mesmerized, not at all. While your beauty— the curve of your supple lips, your plentiful bosom, the slight dip of your lower back— certainly aids the situation, it’s your demeanor that keeps him rooted sturdily in place. Not once does your voice waver, nor do your limbs quake. You keep steadfast in your goal of bestowing proper homage upon your cruel, cruel god.

How dare the bastard neglect such a worthy offering? How can he stand to keep someone of such stature, tiny yet flooding with vigor, on your knees when you so clearly cherish him with your entire being?

By the time your prayer is over, dusk has long since come and gone; your fire is now reduced to mere ashes, and Katsuki’s sharp eyes don’t overlook the chills that appear on your exposed skin.

Even so, the altar is bathed in an ethereal glow, your basket of oblations untouched. As they will remain, until some insufferable thief comes along and snatches them away. For a reason unbeknownst to him, the thought of this occurrence sends electricity down his spine, harsh red clouding his sight, his nails itching to shift into claws.

“Why do you bow to a god,” his gruff lilt resonates across the field, startling you, “who is too preoccupied committing adultery to accept your bounty?” His aim is not to lull you into a false sense of compliance, as Hades wishes, but to talk some logic into an ignorant sheep.

Within seconds, he crosses the field until he finds himself only inches away from you. Though he had noticed a syrupy scent from afar, it’s nothing compared to now: ambrosia, nectar of the gods. The smell is practically intoxicating— it must be the offerings.

“Oh dear Zeus, he knows not what he says,” you ignore his question, choosing instead to beseech your lord for forgiveness. It’s odd, and a bit insulting, that you don’t cower in the presence of Cerberus, his looming form typically sending travelers into shock. Even as he inches closer, you make no move to run or hide.

“How many times must I tell you he’s not listening,” the deep growl that escapes his throat borders on ravenous. He has to give it to his master, “At least Hades answers.”

At the mention of Zeus’s brother, you finally turn to face Katsuki, eyes narrowing at the irritable man. He’s chosen well to hide his true form, but his eyes— piercing, blood red— must still seem every bit akin to a beast.

“Zeus has blessed my family for generations past and will do so for generations to come,” you offer meekly. What happened to the steadfast woman he saw only minutes ago?

“Of course,” he smirks, baring sharp canines, “and I’m sure that is why you don the robes of a humble servant.” When he spots your lips turning downwards, just for a single second, Katsuki knows he’s won.

But as intimidating as he attempts to be, the sweet scents of honey and nectar threaten to reveal his wanton need. With every step forward, he feels the aura envelop him, attack every one of his senses and send his head spinning. “I could show you,” he’s unable to stop the words from exiting, “you could have all you desire under Hades.”

“And what do you know of my desires?” Your poise is back tenfold, paired with a quirk of your brow and what he thinks is a dangerous gleam in your eyes. He never thought he’d use that word to describe a mortal woman, of all beings, but here he is.

“My knowledge surpasses yours,” he brings a pointed nail, a claw, to rest under your chin, tilting your head up so that you may see him in all his glory.

His finger grazes your bottom lip, and he snickers when you part it to allow him greater access. “Wealth beyond your wildest dreams,” the digit dips into your mouth, presses against your tongue. “Good health,” he brings his other hand to cradle your jaw, bending so that his face meets yours. Inhaling deeply, he now realizes that the pleasant odor was not the offering, but you.

“Is that all?” you mumble, words muffled. His entire body shudders at the lapping of your wet muscle around his finger, all blood rushing to his nether regions.

“No.” The slender digits cupping your face scratch softly against your cheekbone. Beautiful. “Best of all, Hades will offer you— I will give you,” he’s crouching now, pulling his finger from between your lips to give his mouth access, “pleasure.”

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ 光 ⚘᠂ ⚘ ᠃

#blah blah blah 1k #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bnha smut #1k.event

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intuitive-bbloom · 2 years

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hellooooo!

for your exchange readings i chose the question "what kind of person is my fsp?"

your fs could be someone that is very good with money and finances, i got lots of pentacles cards so this makes me think they might work in a business or is someone very wealthy.

they might have experienced many seatbacks when it comes to relationships, they could become easily codependent, and might be a workaholic.

i'm getting they could be an eartj sign/sagittarius or have strong jupiter influence in their chart. they could be a foreigner or someone that is far away from you.

they're someone deep emotional, they might also have strong water energy in their chart, scorpio and cancer especially, their moon could be in sagittarius?

wow. your person is someone really complex personality wise, they hide their emotions very well, i'm seeing that don't show that to others, struggle to open up to other people

their love language could be physical touch, i'm seeing hugs and holding hands,, that feeling of "please don't leave me"

the three of swords came out with the moon in reverse and the nine of swords so this makes me think that they could have gone through some sort of heartbreak recently.

lastly, i got the queen of wands together with the king of wands and ten of swords, this makes me think there'll be some sort of new beginning for them, healing their soul and becoming stronger, although these two cards together can symbolise also a new relationships, a very powerful one 👀

hope it resonates omg

tysm for your time and energy 🤍 have a lovely dayyy ♡♡♡

Thank you so much for this reading!!! It really resonates!!! 💕💕💕☺️💅🏼☺️

Now unto yours, what kind of person is your fsp?

They are a person who holds tight into their principles and doesn’t do something in excess, they live life in moderation. They are very mysterious and alluring, something about them lures others, people are like moth drawn to the flame towards your person. People can get obsessed with them and want to be with them because of their aura. I’ll let you know that you two have a past life connection, it feels like you’ve known them before and talking to them is so easy! They might feel that’s way especially towards you, like why is it so easy to relate and talk to you? Your person is quite the romantic, they cherish their relationships and do everything in their power to maintain them and flower them so they’ll grow and last forever. They might not have had a good past relationship dealing with a woman, she might’ve broken your fsps trust and lemme tell you something, trust and loyalty is the most important thing to them so they might be skeptical about you and your connection at first, they’re scared that it’ll happen again but I’m certain it’s not. Your fsp is someone who likes going for walks, hiking and swimming at the beach. They’re very athletic and their body is so fit, not like overly muscular but just toned and so sexy. They have a deep connection with their brother, so yeah they might introduce you to their brother because the bond between them is very tight. I’m getting emotional too, your fsp might have emotions too large and sensitive that they struggle to control and keep under wraps, I’m having a feeling they have a complicated relationship with women and that stems from their mother. They are currently going through a healing of some sorts too!

Heavy Scorpio/plutonic energy and cancer

I hope you liked it babe!!! 💕💕☺️☺️☺️💕💕💕

#bbloom exchange #bbloom answers

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haveuseenmyhalo · 4 years

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My Choices

Someone innocently said to me “I find it hard to believe women like to be treated that way.. but if you enjoy it.... to each their own”

Now there are a million and one posts from submissives floating around about different scenarios. Amazing accounts of overcoming body issues and how their Dom is right there with them through that. Account after account of overcoming abuse. Posts about how so many different milestones are accomplished with the help from the discipline of their the Dom.

But I want to talk about me for a moment. And what I like. I’m not sure if it was the shibari or the post about choking on his cock that make him think I was treated in a way that prompted his statement.

When I kneel at his feet the world just fades away. My worries disappear. The chaos slowly vanishes. My world tunnels and my focus is on the one man who cherishes me in every way possible. This man that places me on a pedestal. That loves me. Tells me how beautiful I am over and over. This man that shows me in every way he can that he is deserving of my devotion.

This man does not force anything from me. Even when he grabs my hair, pins me down, and ties me up. There is no “force”. Would it appear that way from an untrained eye? Sure it could. But this man would NEVER hurt me by forcing me. He would NEVER betray that trust. He would NEVER take advantage of me in any vulnerable position for a multitude of reasons. One bc he wants to do it again. Two bc he loves me. Three bc he respects me. Four bc he’s worked too hard to ruin that. Five bc he doesn’t have to. (I’m sure I haven’t listed 6-1000 but you get my drift). I choke on his cock bc it turns me on. I want to please him. I take immense pleasure in looking in the mirror and seeing my makeup all down my face and knowing that I got that cock down my throat and I made my Dom feel good. He takes pleasure in knowing I want to do that for him. He does not make me. There is no harsh treatment. As a matter of fact it’s beautiful. Bc he’s groaning all kinds of hot sexy things when he can form a sentence- but always, ALWAYS, he’s stroking my forehead or cheek and praising me.

He makes rules for my safety and my peace of mind. The more I thrive the happier he is. I’m not always happy with my rules but I’m always happy he enforces them.

D/s is a beautiful and rewarding way to live. The fluid movement of give and take is mesmerizing and requisite. Each day is a gift. Each day is earned. Each day meets a need so deep in my soul I can’t adequately explain it.

So I love being treated this way. I wish more people understood that this way is not at all what they have been conditioned to believe.

#haveuseenmyhalo #mychoices

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7wanderingpaws · 4 years

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He Loves Love (2/3)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: solo singer! AU

Word count: 7K

Warnings: slowburn, flirty Baek, ehm t-e-n-s-i-o-n

A/N: Finally the second part is here! I apologise if it took a bit longer, but darn, I just realised there is much more that needs to be told. I am so tired rn, I edited it but there still might be grammatical mistakes or typos, so I apologise in advance if it will interrupt your reading time :( I LOVED the feedback I received for the first part, so I really hope I didnt disappoint with this one. Please read the ending note! Enjoy! BTW: did you like the new album? I am having it on replay haha

Masterlist

1 <<<

You never thought you were a person deserving of a deep love or one capable of love. A weird sense of discomfort and impossible feeling overwhelming you was something you connected to that four-letter word. No matter how many times you had a crush (which was, unfortunately, rarely), the excitement wasn't enough for you to give you hope that you would be capable to love.

So when everything started with this famous singer, naturally you had doubts. You didn't want to get too much into detail about why you were feeling the way you were about relationships, but you definitely thought it is normal to think having a relationship with someone like him was ridiculous. He easily could have been playing with you. But you did not have relevant proof for this. Neither did you ever hear a single bad word about his reputation with women.

Just one date, he said. “I really want to take you on a date. A playdate?” he would raise his eyebrow, seducing you.

He didn't understand your point of view on the whole situation. But, what you did not know, was that he had figured you and your personality out, although you would let very little for him to read from your expressions. He admired how you maintained a professional attitude despite your racing pulse or your blown pupils. That, you could hardly control.

You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn't stop your heart from beating so fast and so loud it was making you a bit dizzy… Let alone you couldn't eat a single thing the whole day because the idea that he was to pick you up at 11pm was making your insides so uneasy, needing to go to the bathroom every hour or, worse, making you almost vomit from the anticipation. He was so attractive, flirtatious, and you couldn't stop thinking about him ever since the shoot had finished. The second day of shooting was, when he asked you out. Very carefully, he formulated his question, but it was his voice, his deep eyes that told you just how much he meant it. And because you didn't have enough time, for he had to leave right after the shoot, you nodded in approval to which he rewarded you with the brightest smile, his eyes gorgeous half-moons, his cheeks puffed up just like he was smiling into the camera while he was being interviewed. Ever so carefully, he for your phone number, and when he saved it, he called you. Declining the call, you unlocked your phone to save his contact and that was when he muttered: “Please, don't lose your phone.”

“I won't save it under your name, that would be too obvious,” you replied quietly, feared of being overheard although you knew nobody would come to the storage room. Everyone was still cleaning up the set. But it was Baekhyun's team that was most probably looking for him by now.

He shook his head gently, making just a tiny step closer, suddenly his face not that far from your. “No,” he breathed, his eyes glinting, “but I will call you when I'm in front of yours. So don't lose it.”

You gave out a small chuckle, shaking your head at his cheesiness. “I cherish my phone, okay? Just like all the people these days. Don't worry, Baekhyun ssi.”

Pursing his lips, he said, before turning to leave: “Just Baekhyun, okay? For you, it's Baekhyun.”

And now, here you were. Waiting for - just Baekhyun - the singer.

You almost jumped out of your skin when your phone vibrated on the tiny table in your one-room apartment. Interesting how a usual vibration of a phone just meant a simple message or a phone call, usually not giving it any meaning. Now it gave you butterflies, another wave of nausea from all the anticipation and just pure bliss at the idea that he was the one giving you a call. Just like he promised, at exactly the time he said he would be there.

The entire time you were coming out of the basement (yes, your apartment was in a basement, having two small windows just under the ceiling) and out to the dark street was unreal. Those two minutes that it took you to leave your place and walk out felt like eternity because you were shaky and nervous from meeting him. There was also a possibility that after spending time with you tonight, you might never hear from him given that he might be disappointed in you, not quite what he thought you would be like.

You just hoped nobody would recognize his car or him…

Please, don't let anyone recognize him. Or they can recognize him and all, but please don't let them catch you with him, okay?

You quickly chided yourself for thinking such silly thoughts and just then you recognized his car. It was the only one with its motor on, quitely purring, the car just as black as the night, all shiny and so… just so Baekhyun. Which meant sexy. Could a car be sexy?

God.

You were going crazy.

Quickly making your way to the vehicle, you opened the door to the passenger seat and swiftly slid onto the leather seat, closing the door behind you with as much gentleness as you could, scared that it would probably just break.

You heard a gentle laugh from your left side and you finally turned to look at him, so mesmerized you couldn't stop the bewitched smile creeping onto your face as you took him in.

“I didn't pay so much money for this car for it to break if you close it roughly,” was what he said, but you could see his mind and gaze were quite unfocused as he let his eyes slide over your features that were ever so gently touched up with some make up. You were thankful he didn't eye you up hungrily like most men did, still a gentleman just like he was until then.

“Well, it ain't my car,” you replied, your smile widening. “And good evening to you.”

His elbow that was resting between you two was making his shoulder and chest so wide, but he was wearing a black, long-sleeved t-shirt so you couldn't make up much of him. Only the long silver chain hanging around his neck. “Good evening,” he muttered dreamily. After another heartbeat, he cleared his throat. “Ready to go?”

Finally looking ahead and out onto the street, you nodded. “No idea where to, but I trust you. So yeah, I am ready,” you said enthusiastically, not knowing where the positive energy was coming from, but it was welcomed. You looked at him again, to see his bright smile and a resolute nod before he turned to face the front, his right hand expertly putting the vehicle into drive.

The lights in the car were all red, including the seatbelt that was holding you together, because otherwise you might have fallen apart at how you were levitating in the air from the man driving next to you. And boy, did you need some reality check because this all seemed way out of your league for it to be true. So while Baekhyun was talking to you, asking you some questions to get to know you, your right hand slid to the outer side of your thigh and pinched it as hard as could, scared that you would suddenly wake up in your shitty one-room apartment and a bitter taste in your mouth at how real the dream was-

-except it wasn't a dream.

You were in his car.

And currently he was quietly laughing at something silly you replied, most probably not paying attention since you were too busy being scared of having such a vivid dream with him.

There was this whiff of his cologne, that was strangely soft and not quite masculine as you would have expected. It was clean, yet so enthralling it was the only sign you could connect it to you grounding yourself with the current moment.

“I hope you won't dislike my plan too much,” he said after he focused on the road for a minute since there was sudden traffic and he was changing lines. His eyes were checking the side mirrors, and you swallowed.

Biting your lip, you realised all the lip gloss has disappeared since you kept gnawing at it nonstop, too nervous to notice. “It is the company that counts, right?” you tried, but you just felt like everything you said might have earned you bad points.

He smiled, still looking at the road as he took a right, a huge hill next to you. Gazing out of the window, you held your breath.

“Wait,” you muttered, frowning. “Isn't this-”

“I live elsewhere-”

“UN Village?” your tone went almost an octave higher, not being able to tear your gaze away. After you passed the bridge to Hannam-dong, you recognized it immediately since there were so many embassies but you thought you would end up in Itaewon. But he was stopping right there. Turning to him, you gave him a squint. “What are we doing here?”

Since there were no more cars on the road as you were driving up he stole a glance at you. “Don't worry, we aren't going to any of the houses here.”

Your heart sped up again.

“As you know,” he tried, leading the car through streets full of expensive houses and mansions, and you wanted to hide from all the posh, luxurious buildings that seemed to be out of place in a cramped city like Seoul. “I can't just go anywhere I like, unfortunately.” Finally, he stopped the car in front of a house but on the other side of the road so that he wasn't blocking the entrance. “If you don't like it or feel uncomfortable, we can go elsewhere.” Now he turned in the driver's seat, facing you with a slight worry in his eyes. You might have not read him so well, but he honestly wanted to be on a calm place. With you. Alone. No disturbances.

You shook your head, scolding yourself internally for freaking out at him like that. Another bad point, you thought. “Not at all,” you replied, giving him an apologetic smile. “I don't think I've ever even been in the vicinity of this place, is all.”

“I guess I'm the first to bring you here then, eh?”

You chuckled. “Good guess.”

He stared at you for a tad longer than normally, which in your communication studies lecture definitely meant affectionate body language, but you tried not to pay too much attention. “Shall we?” he asked, motioning with his hand to the silent street.

Once outside, you realised his plan was very simple. Walking. Enjoying the bright moonlight above you that was almost in full moon. Oh, the city lights as well. The entire city of Seoul was lying in front of you.

“This is gorgeous,” you breathed out, stopping at some point to just stare and enjoy the pretty view. “I could stare at this the whole night.”

Feeling a presence right next to you, you turned to see his side profile that made you, once again, realise who the hell took you out on a date. Byun fucking Baekhyun. He brought you on your date, and it was walking in UN Village… Just walking in this posh place so that you wouldn't be disturbed. So that you wouldn't be caught.

The last thought right there gave you a powerful bang in your chest, and it only multiplied when the handsome man turned his head to look at you, his eyes soft as he smiled down at you. “I figured you aren't the type to like crowded places,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence.

You scoffed playfully. “Another good guess. Are you like a mind reader or something?”

Pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he laughed. “Could be? Sometimes you are quite an open book to me.”

“That sounds like we know each other for a long time, Baekhyun.” ssi, you added in your mind, the idea of being comfortable with him still foreign to you.

Few seconds passed by when he finally hummed. That hum that made wonders to you. “I kinda wish I did.”

Freezing for a brief moment, you dared to look at him with wide eyes. Biting your lip, you tried to come up with a reply quickly, but he faced you as well and stole your breath away. That pull, the attraction was suddenly ignited. “You can always amend that,” was what you managed to say. Inhaling deeply, you continued: “Is that why you… ehm, you gave in a word for my favour at the magazine?”

This time it was Baekhyun who froze, definitely not expecting you to know this information. It was supposed to be between him and you're editor-in-chief. “I-”

“What is your plan, Baekhyun?” you didn't let him speak. “Because…” you trailed off, suddenly your emotions on fire. “Because I want to be straightforward with you, as you know by now. You like me, I know that. But is this a game?”

“No!” his whole body turned to you, deep frown etched into his forehead. “I didn't know you could misinterpret me asking you out on a date as a form of, what, mockery?”

Inside, you knew he already explained himself to you, so that was why you beat yourself up for starting this subject again, but you couldn't help it. Your insecurities were skyrocketing and it didn't make sense for him to be interested in someone so lowly when he had all the glitter and shine within a reach of his hand. “I didn't say mockery,” you said. Opening your mouth to continue, he cut you off, stepping closer.

“What about you? Do you like me?”

You went silent, while your ragged breathing was answering him for you. Not breaking eye contact once, he nodded. “You know, I will need you to confirm with words.”

Starting to shake your head, scared that he caught you, you felt the need to explain, but you could only stutter: “It's not that- I mean I don't-ah! You are a famous personality,” you exclaimed, getting evidently defensive. “Why would you think I won't snap a picture of you and post it on SNS and just, I don't know, expose you?”

“You wouldn't.”

“What makes you so confident?” you dared him, your voice dropping in challenge.

“I trust you.”

“That should be a difficult phrase to say, coming from someone like you. A-list celebrity and artist.”

He kept looking at you, analysing you, but his stance was still confident and honest. “I could be just a normal man if you didn't look at my job.”

“Don't they usually talk about jobs on the first dates?”

He was quiet but he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I feel honoured you finally consider this as an actual first date, miss.”

Scoffing, you looked away for a second but turned your gaze right back to him, him always being the magnet of your eyes. “You still didn't answer me, mister.”

A playful glint shone in his eye. “To which question again?”

You sighed but you were entertained and butterflies were fluttering in your lower tummy at the situation you found yourself in. “Why would you trust me... I honestly don't know.”

“You aren't ready for my answer, yet.”

At that, you frowned. “What does that mean?”

He shrugged, grinning pridefully. “Exactly what I said.”

“But-”

“You will have to come out for another date, or two-” he stopped abruptly, thinking for a second, his eyes up on the sky before dropping back to your eager orbs, “or three or four, to find out the answer.”

“Till then, I will have you alllllll exposed to the world,” you whispered darkly, widening your eyes at him.

That night, Baekhyun laughed the loudest.

Work, although your favourite thing, suddenly became a small dread and a difficult task to fulfill. Whatever transcriptions you had to do, meetings to attend, come up with ideas and make sure you were growing as an editor and future writer, you needed to speed up your game - or at least keep it up, since the feature with Baekhyun earned you quite the plus points with the editor-in-chief. It was only natural you did not want to disappoint her by any chance.

But you were very, very distracted.

This distraction was there nonstop. If not actively on your mind, then lurking in the back of it, always rudely intruding your train of thoughts about work, your line of work and basically everything that was involving anything in every minute of your waking hour.

Your hand would literally shake, your heart painfully jumping at any vibration of your phone and whenever his name was uttered at work (because you were still perfecting the interview and the pictorial for the release) you would quite literally jump in your chair, looking around frantically hoping to see… his face.

But you were only met with Hyeri's amused grin and a huge stack of papers that needed to be skimmed through. As much as you wished to be thankful for the amount of work that should have helped you get your mind off of him, it wasn't effective at all.

You were completely charmed, swayed and you didn't seem to know how to come back to planet Earth and stand with two solid feet on the ground. It wasn't like you were constantly in touch with him - so maybe that was why you were so restless, unfocused and just useless at whatever you did ever since the date in UN Village. Him being so busy just meant that he really was preparing hard for his comeback. And it also meant that he really didn't want to pressure you, for which you were thankful, and you just swooned more, because ugh, what a considerate gentleman.

So after couple of days of just swimming by at work, making sure all the absolutely necessary parts were thoroughly double-checked and handed in, you decided resolutely, that it was time to get yourself back on track. It wasn't okay for you to act this way because of some man. That was what he implied at the date, right? For you to look at him as just a man with a job…

Of course, when you entered office on a Wednesday with a hot cup of strong English tea in your hand at 8am (you needed to get in earlier to get some extra work done), your phone signalled a happy ding! letting you know you received a text message. No hour would be too early for your heart to react so frantically as you looked at the lit up screen to see the notification with the preview of his message before you unlocked your phone, excitement swallowing all your focused thoughts for the day.

Waiter: good morning!! ^^ i guess you are up already?ㅅ please have a good breakfast!! no caffeine on empty stomach!! i am already on the shoot, ㅠㅠ i hope you will make my long day a bit brighter with your reply hehehehe ><!! (8:02am)

A high-pitched giggle bubbled up in your stomach and out into the empty space of the office. You covered your mouth quickly as you read the lines over and over again, literally hearing his excited voice through the exclamation marks. Biting your lip, you sat down onto your office chair and stared just a bit longer before mulling if you should reply right away or wait a bit. It would look desperate if you replied right away, wouldn't it? But if you wouldn't reply right away, he might not have his phone with him anymore and you would have to wait a lot for his reply and also he was relying on you making his day brighte-

Another fit of giggles took over you as you realised that a message from you could make someone else's day much brighter. That someone else being Baekhyun. Who was waiting. Who was expecting a happy ding! of his own. Preferably from you.

Sighing like a love stricken teenage girl, you started typing before deleting. The cycle went on a few times before you finally resolved to just send the message.

Me: Good morning :) my day is much nicer now that heard from you :P I ate my breakfast but did you eat yours?? I bet you didnt… hope shoot is fun! (8:10am)

There. It should do for a whi-

Ding!

It wasn't even few seconds-

Waiter: shoot isnt fun without a certain editor being present…(8:10am)

Waiter: i had my breakfast!! but dieting only allows so much for now ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Waiter: you leaving for work now? (8:11am)

Me: i'm sure the editor you have now is more professional lol

Me: i actually just arrived to work to get something done before others arrive

Waiter: huhuuu alone in the office?

Waiter: you work hard, just as i always knew you were

Waiter: dont overwork oki?

Waiter: and NO SHE IS NOT MORE PROFESSIONAL she doesnt even smile

Me: you overwork not me

Me: ok ok chill, people not smiling at me is my everyday life, welcome welcome ;)

Waiter: mmmmmm……...

Waiter: ill make up for all the unrequited smiles ^^

You put down your phone for a moment, needing a breather after his last message. No, no, do not by any chance get too attached yet, you chided yourself. But the pain in your cheeks from smiling too much was protesting, letting you feel the taste of the magic that was the man who was eager to talk to you at this hour of the day.

Thinking over what to reply next, another ding rushed in, following other excited ones.

Waiter: ive gotta run, they are calling me now

Waiter: if you feel like it, drop me a msg anytime hihi

Waiter: have a beautiful day

You quickly grabbed your phone, wanting him to see your message before he would face his busy day.

Me: thank you waiter. have a good day

Me: …

Me: I also wouldnt mind you dropping me a message :)

Gosh, you sucked. Texting was not your thing, you were bad at it and just… you felt like your messages were not conveying the real emotions that you were feeling, thinking. Meanwhile he was… wow. Pure passion.

Just before you could finally face the work you planned, you received an email from your editor-in-chief, which you immediately opened in case it would had to be dealt with right away. Only then you noticed it was an official email for your team.

Upcoming Music Awards attendee list, it read.

Your magazine was one of the few that would personally send out writers and photographers to bring its own insight into the various award shows. The magazine had even a special column just for the shows that were happening all over Asia, and your magazine was following its each step.

Quickly skimming through the introductory text she wrote, your eyes finally landed on the list of names of those who would have to attend the show, bringing some good insight into the show itself.

Excitement was burning in your veins as you spotted Hyeri's name and right after hers came yours.

Your name was there. You would go to the awards show. It would be your first time...

Another big step in your career!

Days went by, and you were starting to grow impatient about meeting him. It wasn't like you could do anything about it - he was constantly under supervision of his managers, since he was so packed with various schedules, photoshoots, probably even recordings for shows. You wouldn't know, and you definitely wouldn't be asking him about it. The reason was simple. As much as it must have been interesting to be nosy about his artist life, you were much more interested in him as a human.

As a man.

Weirdly enough for you, he kept in touch with you here and there, always reminding you to drink your water and eat good food. He would wake you up with morning texts and always manage to catch you just before pulling the curtains shut, ready for the bed. Was he a mind reader by any chance? You still wondered...

Just as you were thinking this, he was already making himself present by sending you a message.

Waiter: i was wondering where should i take you next?

Waiter: because it is definitely time for the NEXT

Your heartbeat instantly sped up, hands trembling as you opened his messages. But before he could bombard you more, you already had something in your mind. It was something you thought right after your first date, since you knew the place well you could ensure he wouldn't be caught there.

Me: I have an idea ;)

Waiter: but i am the one calling you ouuuuuuut so I should decide…..

Me: i thought you wanted to make me feel comfortable?

Waiter: yes. that, is true

Me: there might be a slight issue though…

As soon as you saw the read sign next to your message, your phone was ringing, his nickname flashing happily. Hastily, you picked it up, not ready to hear him like this.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he breathed softly, a smile painting his voice. “So… What is this slight issue that would prevent me from seeing you?”

Not trying to give too much attention to your frantic heart at his choice of words, you replied calmly: “Well, you know Asan, right?” He hummed in acknowledgement, sending electric shocks down your spine. “There is this gorgeous place that literally looks like Santorini in Greece.”

He was silent for a moment before responding: “Santorini in Greece?” he asked, slight doubt in his voice. He called your name strictly, but you knew he was being playful with you. “Are you making fun of me?”

You giggled, slapping your hand on your mouth to shut out the shriek you let out. “No! I promise you I know the place very well. And at night there is barely a living soul.”

“Now you have my attention,” he laughed quietly, the sound of it somehow intimate. “So the best time is to go in the night, you say?”

“Yeah. We want you to stay unnoticed, don't we?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, obviously not happy he was making meet ups more difficult because of his status. “Would 10 or 11 be safe you think?”

“Definitely,” you answered, smiling brightly.

“Perfect! Then how about tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

“Yes, tonight,” you confirmed, closing your eyes.

Knowing the way this Korean Santorini was, you dressed in an elegant baby pink dress, the long wavy skirt coming to your knees, the upper part gorgeously hugging all the right places. You rarely wore this dress, not needing anyone's attention on your chest, but tonight, although very shyly, you wanted to finally shine for someone.

What was this weird feeling pooling in your stomach? You felt it before as well, but this time knowing how he really wanted to meet you and spend time with you, this feeling increased and left you in a pleasurable pain that you didn't dare to think too much into. Being ashamed about your mind and your body's reaction to him, you wanted to pretend he wasn't affecting you.

But it was a concrete fact by now.

You both shared a rather strong chemistry and if it weren't for Baekhyun acting up on his feelings, you would never be in this situation.

Checking the clock, you hurriedly checked yourself once more in the mirror before grabbing your white sweater and heading out.

Just like on the first date, his car was the only car alive on the parking lot at this hour. Quickly making your way towards it, you slipped inside swiftly, closed the door and faced him with a bright grin.

A tired pair of eyes was what welcomed you, but his genuine smile still met them.

“Hey,” you breathed, your eyes running over his features.

“Hi,” his smile widened. Just like the first time, he didn't let his eyes drop down to check you out, but this time you realised you were not that happy with it. This time, you wanted him to check you out. And he better have made it obvious to you.

“You look tired,” you commented, concern flashing over your face.

“Oh, no, I'm good! It was a long day, but now that you are finally sitting here I feel much more energised,” he tried, not looking your way as he reached for the GPS, handing it to you before pulling the seat belt over him again. “Type in the address and we shall head down to Asan.”

Your mind was racing with possible options on how to resolve this situation.

Of course, the best would have been to immediately send him home to have the rest he was obviously so deprived of.

But who were you kidding.

You were selfish and sending him away from you was the last thing on your mind.

So the second option was something you were dreading, but what wouldn't you do?

“I think we should just erm, take a taxi or something, and leave your car here. I don't think you should drive like this. It isn't that far, but at this hour in this state it will be difficult.”

He glanced at you briefly, and you saw the wheels turning in his head as he was also brainstorming options. Then he looked at you, calling your name. “Do you have a driving license?”

“Excuse me?”

“Can you drive a car?” he repeated patiently, glint of amusement at your shocked face.

“I can, yes,” you replied, hesitant. This didn't sound good.

“Let's switch then,” he decided, already unbuckling his belt. “You can drive us there, right?”

“What?” you whisper-shouted. “But I can't drive your car! What if I crash it? I wouldn't be able to pay the damage in the next ten years!” you exclaimed, flashes of the possible unfortunate event vivid in your mind.

He chuckled at your outburst before reaching his hand out to mess with your nicely combed hair as he rested his head back on the headrest, giving you an affectionate look. “I trust you, remember? I don't have a problem with you driving my car.”

“But-”

“We can go elsewhere-”

“Okay, let's switch.”

He laughed loudly, the sound giving you an incredible sense of satisfaction. It was you who made him laugh, brightened his features. It was you who was glistening in the reflection of his eyes.

But he didn't move, not yet. His eyes were trained on you, his head still leaned back on the headrest. “I don't want to give you stress,” sweetheart. He bit his lip.

You shook your head, suddenly determined. “Not at all, Baekhyun.”

His eyes turned into gorgeous half-moons, loving the hue of pink and red kissing your puffed up cheeks from the flush that he was obviously causing you. Slowly, he was getting more and more assured about the effect he had on you, and he wouldn't lie if he said he was starting to like it quite too much given how shy and innocent and cutely professional you were trying to be with him.

“Eerm,” you let out, baffled by his intense stare. But he was still not moving, so you decided to reciprocate the intense stare, the purring of the motor a completely closed out noise by now. If elephants would start falling from the sky, you both would have been oblivious. “Should we… change?” you asked quietly, as you also rested your head on the headrest, your left cheek touching the soft leather of his car.

He also adjusted his face to have a better look at you. “Are you sure you will be alright?” he mimicked your silent voice, but to you it seemed loud in the quiet space.

Not answering right away, you let yourself enjoy his eyes on you, just as you wanted him to. What you couldn't imagine before though, was the softness of his demeanor, tenderness and something- affection? How could you know? You still had to explore him, his facial expressions, his ways of telling you how he was feeling...Licking your lips at the thought, you closed your eyes briefly before opening them. His lips, although ever-so-slightly, lifted. “Yes. You will be right here, guiding me right?”

“Of course! I will be the captain,” he said as he lifted his head from the rest as he leaned in, utterly unable to keep any distance between you two any longer, “and you will be the ship.”

Successfully, you made it to the highway that was leading you outside of Seoul. Not daring to be close to the speed limit, you still drove the car in an acceptable manner, not even daring to blink in case some idiot of a driver would jump in front of you which would lead you crashing Baekhyun's car.

You heard a soft laugh from your right before you saw a hand in your line of vision. It landed on your right one, leaving it there briefly, but still long enough to give you a complete heart-attack. “Relax,” he said, entertained. “The steering wheel didn't do you no wrong. Your knuckles are literally white.”

Knowing yourself all to well, you were about to spill some nasty swear words, because you couldn't drive and do conversation, let alone being touched by fucking Byun Baekhyun. “Okay, okay, I am relaxing just don't-” you stopped abruptly as he retrieved his hand and gave you a quizzical look, “ehm, just, rest, would you? We have a date to attend to after the arrival.”

It was silent for literally one second before he bursted out into a huge fit of laughter, making him wheeze. “God, you're so cute. I didn't know you were this blunt while driving!”

Biting your lip, you felt your face heat up from the points he made about you. “Please,” you sighed, “just don't pay attention to me.”

“Now I kind of want to annoy you, though,” he replied, coughing his laugh away as a mischievous grin was overtaking his features. “Who knows what might I get out of you by the end of this ride?” his flirty tone was taking lead.

“Baekhyun,” you warned, not giving a damn about keeping your image clean and kind.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice like honey. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Scoffing, but smiling anyway, you looked at the side mirror, about to switch lanes, turning to the direction of Cheonan, Asan. “Am I going in the right way?”

With that he immediately checked, but you knew you were going to the right one, based on the signs that he didn't seem to pay attention to. He checked the GPS that was lying in his lap, before he looked on the road. “You are. Keep going straight.”

Even though you couldn't see him, your peripheral vision was on spot. His seat was pushed more backwards, as yours was pushed towards the steering wheel, since his legs were longer than yours. He was sitting comfortably, his right hand gripping the holder above the window as he was looking ahead on the road, occasionally letting his gaze rest on your side profile before looking back, scared you would catch him staring.

It was silent for a bit, but you didn't want to break it, hoping he would get a peace of mind, and just rest up.

Then you heard it. A tired sigh as you sensed he leaned back on the seat even more. “How was your day? I hope I wasn't too pushy with my request to meet tonight.”

“Not at all,” you breathed, “I was glad you asked.”

Baekhyun smiled to himself as he finally let his eyes close for a moment, enjoying your company and the fact that you were driving his car. So cute as you solely focused on the road, but one of his touches and you were on fire. He licked his lips. “I would have asked way earlier,” he started, making a slight pause, hoping his words wouldn't scare you away, “but I really didn't want to push you.”

Silently, you were dying to hear more of what he had to say, you heart causing you slight problems with focusing on the highway that was, thankfully, almost empty, except buses and trucks.

“Heck, I would have called you out as soon as I brought you home last time.”

To this, you giggled, feeling like on cloud 9 from his confession.

“You're laughing at me?” he cracked one eye open, once again unable to stop himself as he poked the side of your right thigh.

You giggled more before almost losing balance with the car.

He stopped, seeing your face. “Oh, sorry, sorry.”

No, don't be, you thought, now completely on fire. Touch me more.

Just as you told him, Santorini, or also called Blue Crystal Village, was silent, the small streets full of white, traditional Greek houses making you smile right away. If you tried just a little bit, you could easily believe you were actually in Santorini, if only there wouldn't be signs in hangul everywhere.

Finally standing on your shaky legs, you heard Baekhyun lock the car and joining you in front so you could start walking. It was a very, very foreign urge, but once he was next to you, you had the need to take his hand. However, you knew you were nowhere near close to that stage. You still couldn't easily let him slip between your fingers.

“Wow, this place is literally Greece,” he laughed quietly as he looked at your reaction before motioning with his head to start walking.

He had a cap now securely on his head, which was good for a coverup, but you hated the shadow it was throwing on his eyes.

“This used to be my favourite place once,” you told him, “very, very good getaway when you want some quiet time.” You walked in the streets, the fairy lights connected from one house to the other, some displaying hearts, others just big light bulbs. The streets were all lit up prettily, just as you remembered. “In fact, I used to come here whenever something was bothering me.”

“Really? Want to share something more?” he urged, playfully pushing you with his elbow.

And so you talked about your university studies, and various memories that were tied to the streets you were currently walking on. He was such a great listener, although you preferred him when he was speaking. Simply, because you loved his voice, the expressions he made, his body language.

And he was able to show it all to you through that one hour and half that you wandered around, took pictures with the fairly lights and the houses, and eventually sat down at a little convenience store that had a small table and plastic chairs outside. Baekhyun insisted on buying you both a drink - lemonade. You couldn't help but smile fondly at this gesture.

“I don't really like drinking alcohol,” he explained as he sat down opposite you.

Just like that, you got to know him better. You got to realise how deep and serious he could be, a complete opposite of the playful puppy he was on set. Of course, he would always make sure to be flirty, and the electric shocks you got whenever your hands would accidentally touch while walking, would be too painful, borderline unbearable.

It escalated completely when both of you stopped in front of the car. You were ready to drive back, still worried he would be tired.

As he unlocked the car and you opened the door, he suddenly pushed it back, letting it close. You turned, only to be surprised at the proximity of his body.

“Sorry,” he let out a breathy chuckle, “Just… I don't think I can get out of the car and give you a proper bye once we arrive at yours.”

What did he mean by this proper bye?

Your heart fell at the realisation.

Would this be the time where he would tell you he wouldn't be seeing you again?

Before the panic could take over, he continued: “I really enjoyed my time with you tonight. Also, I will be driving back!” he exclaimed with a wide smile.

Confused, you nodded and gave a small smile, ready to turn when he held you by your wrist and gently brought you to him. The action caused your breath to hitch, legs getting shaky at his warm touch. “I just,” he started again, but he shook his head once before lifting his left hand and held your cheek gently. This was the moment where you could have sworn you would go down on your knees. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, looking at your lips. And he was leaning in. His breath fanning your right cheek. His wet lips touching your skin, giving you a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, heaving out a shaky breath. “I like you. Even more now,” he whispered. Slowly pulling away, but not too far, he whispered as he let his hand that was still on your cheek slide towards your hairline, his thumb caressing your skin. “Could you now tell me using your words?”

“Wha-”

“Do you like me?” he murmured, his eyes gently smiling at you before his gaze dropped again on your now parted lips. “I need you to confirm it. Out loud.”

Now or never. You might have been already falling too hard, when you spoke: “I like you.”

He leaned in, giving you hopes of receiving your first kiss. But he merely gave a lingering kiss to your other cheek. Baekhyun let his lips hover over your flushed skin as he made his way to your lips, once again lingering there for a brief second, giving you false, painful hopes, before he brought them up to your forehead and finally, pressed them there. “Awesome.”

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There. Will. Be. A. Next. Part. (final)

Cause its just too much what I have in mind! I hope I didnt disappoint. Please, let me know what you thought! I love to hear any feedback! 😇

Btw can you guess why is his nickname "waiter"? ^^

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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The Power Couple - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k words circa, each

Genre: romance scenarios/imagine

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello, my darlings, sorry I didn’t post last week but exam season is insane and I’m seriously struggling :(

Anyways, I’ve been working on these and I hope I’ll be able to write and post the maknae line during the next week.

Did you enjoy Bang Bang Con The Live? I watched it with my ARMY squad and since we were still craving BTS material afterwards we did a 5th muster rewatch, YAY!

Okay, now TRIGGER WARNINGS: not much this week really, just mild allusions to smut, (a bit more descriptive in Yoongi’s piece), there are some more explicit thingies (ahem, collar, leash, generic mention on toys, stress relieving quickie) and milder but possibly sexy thingies (slightly revealing outfits), mild angst in Joon’s piece (namely minor harassment, nothing descriptive). Watch out for: one tense, insecure and lowkey (highkey) kinky Joon, one very soft Jin, one very tired, very whipped Min Suga and the usual energy fluff ball Hobi (also kinky, though)

I love you all, please stay safe <3

Here you can find the maknae line

And here you can find my masterlist

Namjoon

“You know we don’t have to do this.”

You offered him the string. “What if I want them all to know.”

"_____, I love you and I repeat, I will only do this if it's what you want. You have to give this to me. I won't take it from you. I seriously don't want to force this on you." He fixed his tie, loosening it a little. He was nervous. The car was slowly arriving to the venue. A couple more minutes and you would be out, photographers screaming for your attention, celebrities surrounding you, women envying you, men wanting you. It wasn't the first time you attended a red carpet as Namjoon's plus one, but the previous attempt had peaked with a cocky rapper putting his eyes on you, flirting inappropriately while Joon was busy and making you deeply uncomfortable. As a consequence, Joon had kept you close for the rest of the night and had to give up on having you beside him for a couple events after that, since you didn't feel safe enough to attend.

However, this afternoon he had come to your room with a hefty velvet box, looking at you with complete rapture in his eyes.

“You look like a dream come true.”

“I hope it’s a good dream,” you replied, waiting for the stylist to finish fixing your hair in a classy bun.

“A very good one.”

You were wearing matching suits. Regular, black silk suits, tailored exactly the same, the only difference was the fact that you weren’t wearing any shirt underneath your jacket.

“Thank you.”

“I have something for you.” He came closer, the stylist done with your hair, bowing kindly as you made a small bow to her in reply, thanking her for her work.

“I thought we said no jewellery.”

“Well, technically…” He opened the box, showing you a collar of diamonds. “You don’t have to.” He said sheepishly. “Wear it, I mean. And I don’t want people to think that I consider you an animal that needs to be collared, or a possession. I saw it and I thought you would love it.”

“Yes. I love it.” You touched it gently with your fingertip. “I’ll wear it.”

He smiled so brightly that you knew all the negative comments would never cast a shadow on the overwhelming joy he was showing in this moment: you would do unspeakable things to make him smile at you like that.

“Can I put it on you?”

“Yes, sir.” It was half a tease, half an admission of his dominance over you. In the secret language you had created together this meant that you trust him and that you allow him to take complete control over you, that he is entitled to do whatever he wants with you. It was also a way to reassure yourself that he would protect you tonight, that he wouldn’t leave your side and that he would take care of you. That no man would ever lay his eyes and hands on you tonight.

He clasped it easily around your neck, the measure just right, and you suspected he knew because of the way he uses his hands on your neck, randomly, sometimes to soothe you and support you, some others to arouse you and gain his own pleasure.

The tension on your shoulders eased a little as you saw your reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt you belonged to him, that you were his. Still, some anxiety snaked in your belly.

“I don’t really wanna push my luck,” he said, looking down, breaking eye contact, “but I had a small thing made to match the… necklace.”

You looked at him curiously. “Can I see?”

“I know you won’t judge me but I feel very vulnerable about this and I thought we should talk it out before you…”

“I love you.” You whispered, calming his gibbering. “Show me.”

He lifted the board where the necklace laid, showing another compartment of the box were a snaky string laid, all coiled up. You took it and unwrapped it.

A leash.

He looked at you. “You don’t have to say yes, we can use it another time, or not use it at all.”

It means guidance, belonging, discipline. All things you needed tonight.

“Yes.” You told him, confidence sparking in your eyes.

That night, when you walked down the red carpet you felt nothing but the cold sensation of the metal around your neck, and the scorching pride in Namjoon’s eyes.

Journalists asked questions, people took pictures, but the only thing that mattered was what you felt: you were Namjoon’s equal, with your identical suits, and at the same time you were his beloved pet, someone he would cherish, guide, defend and protect.

Seokjin

“Ready?”

“Yup.” Seokjin smiled a tight lipped smile and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“God, they won’t take their eyes off of you.”

Tonight you were supposed to attend a film premiere of one of Jin’s friends. It got you slightly uncomfortable, since it was your first official event with him as a couple. Of course ARMY had already seen you a few times since the official announcement of your relationship, once at the airport, as you came back from a quick getaway you and Jin had taken, then then in a bunch of pictures, and then during a vlive, when you had taken a small visit to say hi and introduce yourself, letting Jin lead you through the whole event and giving you the cue when he thought he needed some alone time with his fans. He had been very tactful in the whole revealing, hiding you enough to protect you from harmful stalkers, but also introducing you to ARMY like a single dad would present his girlfriend to his child.

“Is the dress inappropriate?”

“No. You’re stunning. I love it.” He pressed his nose to your temple. “I’m just worried.”

You leaned softly into him.

“There’s so much skin here...” He let one finger slide down the curve of your neck. “Everyone will be looking.” He kissed behind your ear. “You could wear a rubbish bag and they would still be looking.” He wished he had more skin to touch, but he was also grateful your body was pretty much covered up, the delicate green dress exposing nothing but your collarbones, with long chiffon sleeves, the corset decorated with a leaf embroidery, stopping just above your waist and then flowing down in lush emerald waves.

“I’m glad I wore my white suit.” He commented,

“You look incredible, love.” You complimented him.

“I needed to show them I deserve you.”

You laughed. “I’m the one who needs to one-up her game to match you.”

The back of the limo was quiet as you created that special space of communion and comfort you naturally slip in when you’re both silent.

“You’ll be by my side all night, right?” You murmured, worried. “There’s a lot of people and I feel like such an outsider...”

“Right beside you.” He comforted you. “So they can’t snatch you from me.”

You both giggled, his voice betraying his anxiety. “It will take a major calamity to get me away from you.”

“Like a very big magnet.” You frowned. “You know, attraction.” Your frown intensified. “They say I’m magnetic. the only way to beat me would be a really big magnet.”

Your mouth stretched in a tight lipped smile, hoping not to show how much you loved his unusual sense of humour.

“Are you nervous?” You asked him.

“It’s been a long week. I was hoping we could just stay in and chill. Instead we’ll have to go through all of this while I’m tired and tense. I really don’t feel like being among people tonight.” He sighed. “My social energies have reached a new minimum.”

“We can be pretty and silent, hide in the background.” You held his hand and kissed it, careful not to smear lipstick on it.

“I doubt they’ll let us. It’s your first public presence.”

“They’ve seen me on your vlives, on pictures.”

“They’ll want to see you live, up close, see how you interact.” He twisted his wrist to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Then let them watch. We’ll casually brush them off. ARMY know you, and they will get to know me with time, no need to reveal our whole life to journalists. Plus, it’s not like we’re the main event of the night.”

“As if, darling. They’ve been waiting for this for so long they’ll be like vultures. I wish I could protect you.”

“It’s good, love. We’ll have each other’s back. We just need a secret code to say when to run and hide in the closest broom closet.”

He laughed. “Usually Namjoon is so good, you know, he’s an extrovert, he takes care of all the press and journalists so well.”

“It must be reassuring.”

“He does all the talking, J-Hope drowns them in pretty smiles and positive energy, and Jimin gets flirty and cute, and that’s all it takes. I can stand on the side, jump in when I’m more comfortable. They ease the anxiety a lot.”

“I’ll learn from them. I’ll have them teach me so I can help you," You stated reassuringly.

“Just hold my hand.”

You reached the venue and exited the limo, suddenly immersed in the flashing lights of cameras, Jin extending his hand to you, helping you out of the car. He kept his palm against yours, “I got you.” He whispered in your ear, then smiling brightly at you and inviting you to walk forward, indicating you the red carpet with his free arm, bowing slightly with perfect manners. He charmed you all over in that second.

“Follow the stewards’ lead. They’ll tell you when to stop, when to walk, where to look.” You started strolling comfortably, close to each other. “If you wanna run, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll carry you to the closest broom closet.”

You smiled at each other. The sounds of camera shutters multiplied infinitely. Not that you really noticed. You were too caught up in your man’s smile. As you promised, you grabbed his hand and never let go.

Yoongi

“How did it go?”

“The interview?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re gonna hate it.” He plopped on the sofa.

“Was it that bad?”

“They kept asking questions about you.”

“Like?”

“Saying my new music really reflected how you brightened my life or something.”

You laughed and sat beside him, passing him a cold beer, your own drink in hand. “They really love the whole ‘love redeems you’ anthem. They can’t stand the idea of self growth and acceptance.”

“It kinda looks like the beauty saving the beast, because of AgustD being a bad boy who met love and found the right path.”

“So dumb.” You clinked your bottles. “Still, congrats for finally finishing AgustD promotion.”

“Yeah, but this means that next week I’ll be in Los Angeles. I need to meet a singer for a collab.”

You huffed. Being his girlfriend is not easy. It’s a matter of carefully planning your schedules, continuously living with two different clocks on your phones set in different time zones, sometimes even wearing two watches at the same time, one at your wrist, the other a nice pocket watch that he had gifted you for your first anniversary, so that you could always “have his time”, as he said.

“Well, then we’ll have to make the best of this weekend.” You nudged him with your elbow. He smiled at you knowingly then took a sip. He zapped through some tv programmes, finally settling on the news. Right in that moment a small clip of the two of you came up, something about his album sales or the fact that he donated a percentage to a school that you had visited together a while ago for a project.

“God, you look amazing, babe.” He licked his lips and stared at you smiling wide at the cameras. They went on discussing your relationship, which to the public was quite new, even though the announcement had come shortly after your two year anniversary, that is about a couple months ago.

“That’s cause you make me look radiant.” You took a sip yourself.

“Really, look at that!” They showed a short footage of your first public appearance, at his side during a music award. “Beautiful.”

You smiled mischievously, brushing his knee.

“You remember that night?” He said. That’s exactly what you were expecting.

“Of course. How could I forget it? You left one-month-long reminders.” You remembered how you had to postpone your regular medical checkups because of the bruises he had left around.

“You were so good.” He praised, his eyes half glazed over, caught in a memory.

You felt emboldened. “I wish we did it more often.” You turned towards him.

“Look how pretty.” He ignored your cue, and it was quite probably intentional. “Showing all those tits to the world.” He gulped a mouthful of beer and clicked his tongue. “The interviewer’s eyes kept going downwards.”

Your dress was not improper at all. It covered everything that needed to stay private, the long sleeved, high neck bodice had just a central stripe of mesh fabric, starting at your collar and hitting a few inches above your belly button, which let the crevice of your breasts be vaguely outlined, just vaguely, and Yoongi had risked losing his manners and self control over it. Photographers had loved your overall vibe, looking adorably ethereal, your hair braided in a crown, your flowy gown matching Yoongi’s lace shirt.

But of course your bodice caused a fuss the day after in the news. Not that you really cared. Yoongi had loved it, clasping your hand like crazy anytime a man came close, but at the same time parading you in front of the cameras, moving you around like a delicate nymph -- which he would undoubtedly claim as soon as the night was over. He swam in the calm and femininity you radiated, your energy matching his. All it would take was a twist of a wrist, a tap of a finger and he would be directing you in posing, your bodies moving simultaneously, as if you were nothing but a puppeteer and his toy, him pulling at your strings.

The whole experience awakened a connection so profound and intuitive, instinctual, that as you reached your hotel room together you still felt those magnets pushing and pulling you to each other, turning your lovemaking into some complicated dance, then into wild, rowdy fucking where no words were needed, your moans and groans saying exactly where to kiss, bite, hit, grope and fondle.

“Are you thinking about it too?” He asked.

“I miss it so much.” You whispered.

“Do you want to?” He kissed your temple. “Need me to?” He used his spare hand to massage your scalp.

Still, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “It’s okay. You’re tired.” You leaned into his hand and nuzzled into him.

“It’s been three weeks. Usually you can’t go three days without it.” He kissed you again, delivering eskimo kisses on your cheekbone. The tenderness of it was slowly gnawing at your insides.

“But you’re tired.” You whined. “Let’s just chill.” You grabbed his empty bottle and cuddled beside him. A few minutes later he was deep asleep, his head propped against the sofa and his mouth open. You covered him with a blanket and held him tighter.

Hoseok

“Oh, sweetie! Oh, love! Oh, my god! My girl, so good!” Hoseok cheered you on as you descended the stairs, careful not to stumble on your dress.

“Thank you, Hobi.” You touched your hair, falling in soft waves on one side of your face.

“Seriously, ____, you look so fucking good, baby.” He took your hand to spin you around for him, examining you carefully.

“Oh god.”

“I can change if you need me to, there’s an alternative upstairs and I have time, I can-”

“No baby, it’s… wow.” He eyed again the slit on your gown, starting mid-thigh and exposing the side of your left leg cheekily. His eyelashes batted like crazy, his hands already reaching for your bum, cupping it through the tight, sparkly fabric. The dress had a siren gown, and since it was quite daring you had the stylist prepare an alternative, since Hoseok couldn’t see you in it and you weren’t sure of his opinion. It’s not like you needed his approval, or that he wouldn’t let you wear it, but you weren’t completely sure of it, and you needed him boosting your ego a little. One single sign of unsurety and you would dash to the bedroom to change. But his beaming smile and the way his eyes were glued to your skin made you understand he would be lowkey upset by your change of outfit.

He looked unreal. His baby blue suit was highlighted by silver details, matching the sober sparkles of your grey dress. He looked you in the face, hesitating one second before pressing a blazing kiss on your lips. It was scorching, resembling the usual bolt of energy between the two of you.

“I need more.” He whispered against your mouth, licking your bottom lip.

“You know we’re gonna fuck it up.”

“I feel like fucking you up.” He murmured, a little disappointed that you were resisting him. You could feel his arousal against your hip.

You simply laughed. “They’re gonna pick us up in less than half an hour. We don’t have all that time.”

“We can take way less than that, you know it.”

Quickies with him were… perfect. Hot, messy, reckless. Merciless. His pace could be devilish, ruthless. Still-- “We’re gonna be sweaty and sleepy afterwards.” You grabbed the hair on his nape gently, holding him away from your face.

“So?” His hands, once on your hips, now were on the small of your back and slipping lower.

“I don’t want them to see you all freshly fucked out.” You murmured with a pout.

“Oh, are you jealous or are you worried they’re gonna see you all freshly fucked out?” He asked, nagging you, squeezing your ass.

“I just don’t want you to.” You replied, pout intensifying to the point it dimpled.

“Baby is jealous.” He teased you, his voice doing that cute ups and downs it does when he’s being deliberately cute and bratty. “You don’t want them seeing how good you are to daddy?”

That word. He was playing it dirty, pushing all your buttons: possessiveness, praise and your daddy kink. “Hobi, I swear to God, if you don't’ stop now you’re not getting any later. And I’ve spent the afternoon charging all the toys.” You warned him. And you were pretty sure you would stay true to your warning. Not 100% sure, but sure enough.

“Can I at least see what you’re wearing underneath?” He squeezed your bum once more, as if checking for the signs of undies.

“What makes you think I’m wearing something underneath this? After all it’s so damn tight.”

“Sweetie… Do you really need to tease me like this! Such a bad girl!” He laughed and at the same time he fixed his pants. Your dress wasn’t the only tight indument at the moment.

You headed for the living room, grabbing your shoes in the process, giving him a glance that invited him to follow you.

“You’re wearing those sandals, aren’t you?” He stared at the box, a pair of stilettos emerging from it, their sparkly strings catching his attention.

“Let me.” He motioned, helping you wear and latch them onto your feet.

“You truly are a vision, ____.” He was kneeling before you, looking at you wide eyed, his sweet smile edged with admiration and pride.

“You sure you don’t want to get rid of some tension before we head there?” He caressed your knee with apprehension. His personal pleasure would just be a minor advantage, what he really wanted was to help you with your nerves, since a couple days before you mentioned how worried you were about attending to such a big event.

“I don’t think I could even possibly enjoy it right now.” You put your hand atop his. “But ask me later, and with the adrenaline of the night and the relaxation of being done with it, I might be very interested.” You smiled, faking coyness.

In that moment his phone rang, probably the driver.

“Then let’s pick up from here later.” He let his hand trail along the naked back of your calf, kissing your hand and helping you up.

You couldn’t wait for the event to end. And for your night to truly begin.

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“Hold me?”- Alfie Solomons x reader imagine

This is honestly me coping through fiction, what’s new tho. I’m super tired but I wanted to give you something, so here it is. This is for the lovely anon that asked for fluffy Alfie and a stressed reader. I didn’t proofread it, I’ll come back later on it. In the meantime, I hope you’re all well and safe. If you want to, I’m always here to talk.

Hope you like this!

Tag list: @deaflikehawkeye, @mollybegger-blog, @of-love-and-of-the-sea, @br0ck-eddie. @fandom--0verdose, @evelynshelby, @shadow-of-wonder (let me know if you wanna be added)

When y/n had been given the job, she knew that it wasn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows. Her employ came with some hardships but she didn’t mind. She was resolute in doing the best she can and not be swayed by them. She also knew, that giving her demanding job, whatever relationship she’d have would be inevitably affected by her schedule. She had never really considered it a problem, men were busy all the time and they still get married and stuff. So why was it any different for her?

It wasn’t, she was soon to discover. She had met a man that was as busy as she was and didn’t complain once about her job nor her tight schedule because his was so just as much. However, as the days went by, she didn’t realize how the distance would take its toll on her. It wasn’t unusual for them to not see each other very often during some period of times where things were more hectic than usual at the workplace. Neither of them complained when it would happen. This time was different though. As y/n realized, the thing she thought of when she needed to find some relief from the stress that her job was giving her, was Alfie. And unfortunately for her, it was the very same thing she couldn’t have. So close yet so distant.

Trying to keep focused on getting everything ready for her next appointment, she pushed Alfie at the back of her head just as the phone rang.

“Oh hello, it’s easier reaching the fucking queen than you, pet.” Speak of the devil...

“Hello, Alfie. I’ve been a little busy, I’m still busy.” She answered holding the phone between her shoulder and her head stopping what she was doing. she was looking through some papers, trying to find the one she needed for her next appointment and Alfie heard the paper shuffling. Y/n was a hard-working woman, he knew that. It was the very reason why the two had met and had got along so well since the beginning. However, Alfie had never thought that it would come and bite in the ass one day. He hadn’t seen her in weeks, both of them deep in their schedule and the fact that they shared a house didn’t seem to help at all. Still, he couldn’t find in him to be angry at her. Not when he was the first one to be absent because of his work. He respected her dedication to her work, he only wished that it hadn’t got to the point where he felt like he wasn’t even in a relationship.

“Do you have a minute to spare for your old man?” Alfie asked, amusement filling his voice, knowing that they had to talk about the current state of their relationship but not wanting to burden her even more at the same time.

“Of course, I can spare all the time in the world for him. Let me know when he’s coming around alright?” Now amusement filled her voice too and for the first time since she arrived in her office this morning, she stopped, rested the paper in her hands on her desk and leaned back on her chair. She knew she was lucking in the girlfriend department as of late and despite the fact that her work really was keeping her busy, every once in a while she couldn’t help but feel her heart clench, missing him so very deeply but knowing that she couldn’t go back home and snuggle with him.

Alfie had the tendency of referring to himself as old and y/n always disagreed with him. Yes, he did appear roughed and the fact that he didn’t put any effort whatsoever in trimming and keeping at bay his beard and hair made him appear older. That didn’t mean he was old though. It didn’t help that she looked younger than she was, adding even more to this whole scenario in his head where he was an old man that somehow had managed to snatch a young girl for himself. Y/n saw the longing looks women would send her boyfriend’s way. Alfie, on the other hand, never seemed to notice or to care for them even if he did. It never bothered really but that only proved her point: women don’t drool over old men.

“He’d like to come over right now if he could.” Was Alfie’s answer, following along her little game.

“Well, you know what?” she started looking at the clock on her desk noticing that her next client would be here any minute now, “Since he’s been such a gentleman, waiting for me without complaining over my absence, I think he should be rewarded.” She finished smirking a little when she heard some shuffling over the other end of the telephone.

“I wholeheartedly agree.” His voice husky and low met her ears sending shivers down her spine. She was starved of him. No more distance, she decided then. Everything had been going so bad lately and Alfie had always been her favourite and most efficient stress-relief.

“I know you do. Would you be a dear and pass him the message then?” She asked smugly and upon seeing her client approaching, she hanged up after hearing his positive reply.

As everything lately, the remaining appointments had either not been successful as she’d hoped or it took her hours of discussing to reach an agreement that could be considered satisfying for both parts. Finally, her day had come to an end and instead of staying in and pulling in extra hours as she had been doing these past weeks, she collected her things and went home. To her awaiting man whom she had missed so much.

As soon as she walked over their threshold, the warmth and the familiar scent of her home made her relax instantly. And for the first time in what felt like ages, she was met by the lovely sight of Alfie standing at the end of the hall. He was still wearing his work clothes but had made himself comfortable, the waistcoat forgotten and his suspenders hanging beside his legs.

“Here’s my present.” He softly called for her from where he was standing, waiting for her to discard her coat and shoes and get cosy as well.

“In the state that I am, I can hardly be considered a present. You always flatter me.” She knew that she was the further thing from alluring and sexy but Alfie’s words managed to make her smile a little anyway. As soon as she was within arms reach, his long and strong ones encircled her and brought her closer to his chest. Hers instinctively wrapped around his neck, bringing him close to her as well. It had been a while since they’d been this close and now, y/n found out, had never realized how important and cherished was for her this intimate gestures and closeness. How good it made her feel to be in his arms, how safe.

After a sweet kiss, her face went to snuggle into his neck while his head rested gently on her shoulder. Alfie could feel the tension in her shoulders and he had noticed as well, when she got home, how tired and drained she looked. When she let out a sigh, his arms only held her tighter, his hands resting on his arms since she was so little that he could literally engulf her in his embrace.

“I missed you so much, my beloved. I’m sorry for being this absent.” Her sweet words met his ears and he loosed his grip on her only so they could look at each other but letting her go yet.

“Nonsense, luv. You’ve been busy. Can’t blame a girl for being successful, can’t I?” His eyes soften when she smiled at him, the way she’d look so pure and young when smiling had always made him weak.

“Hardly felt like I’m successful lately.” She mumbled while gently tracing her fingers on his face. Alfie didn’t like the way her eyes clouded when she spoke about work, something was troubling her and while he knew that she was a big girl and was capable of taking care of herself and her business, he also couldn’t help but worry and feel homicidal tendencies towards whoever was giving her trouble.

“Anything I can do?” He only asked. Alfie had come to know y/n very well during the course of their relationship and had come to discover that allowing her her space while dealing with anything, giving her the time to deal with it herself and only going to him if she needed a hand, was the best way of action.

“Just hold me, please?” She requested timidly. It seemed like she’d like to deal with it on her own and Alfie would not question her on it.

“See? You are my present, I love holding you.” His smug reply only made her smile bigger and y/n couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips when he scooped her up in his arms, before walking towards their bed where a much deserved long cuddling session was awaiting them.

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