#(( Real men don’t hesitate to kiss you after you blow them.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

// Really spicy content below:

Richter would be the type of lover to kiss you mid-blowjob (as well as right after) without hesitation.

Ryuuto would cringe at the thought of tasting himself, and make you rinse your mouth out or wait it out.

[theehexgirl]

on candid camera

summary: Jooheon and Amina decided to give their exes a taste of their own medicine...

content: cheating, smut, revenge, pushover!reader, CONSENSUALLY made sex tape, snake ass “friend”, Jooheon, black!reader, black writer, Monsta X, Joohoney, Lee Jooheon, cheating exes, named character

author's note: This took me A YEAR to make and I'm so glad I finished it through all the writer's block and the tears lol. I hope you all enjoy.

“Jooheon, wait! We can’t do this. I…I…I have a boyfriend and you have a—“

Her protests were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips against her own. She was beginning to annoy the hell out of him with her little “moral high ground”, even though the both of them have been getting cheated on by their significant others for three months now. Like damn! Shut up!

He pulled away from her, leaving a trail of saliva between them, “are you done?”

Silently, she nodded while in a daze from that mind blowing kiss. Amina had to admit that his kisses were better than her boyfriend’s could ever be and she had been dating him for almost three years now.

“Look. Who the fuck cares about Kelsey and that damn idiot? They’ve been cheating on us for months,” he snapped. He had a point about that, but she just felt so damn guilty for even doing this in the first place. Her boyfriend was her first real relationship after many years of being the butt of a joke and being on dating apps where the men would only want her for her body rather than her mind. She felt guilty for cheating back because that wasn’t who she was at all. She was not the type of girl to cheat on her significant other in the slightest.

“Jooheon, I…I…I don’t th-think I can do this. It’s wrong and just…just…just bad,” she mumbled. The twenty-something year old man rolled his eyes hard. He could clearly see why Kelsey would run all over her. Amina was a HUGE pushover. He knew she was one from the moment they met, but he did not think it was this bad. It was such a shame considering how beautiful she is. Compared to Kelsey, she was a knockout. He could remember the first time he laid eyes on her. He thought she was gorgeous as hell. A little shy, but she was gorgeous.

If he hadn’t started dating his cheating girlfriend-turned-ex, then he would have for sure pursued Amina. Just look at her. She was 5’5 with warm, mahogany brown skin, a gorgeous round face with high cheekbones, a button nose, well round full lips that were soft to the touch, a very curvy body with a round stomach, a plump backside, thick thighs, voluptuous breasts that sat up perfectly, thick brows, and hooded eyes with brown pupils.

Even though Kelsey was the exact opposite of Amina, he would catch himself watching her each time she came into the room. Kelsey would sometimes catch him and get upset, then fly off into a tangent about how “fat and ugly” her “best friend” was, which would begin an argument between them every single time where he would check her for even saying that about Amina after all the years she stayed loyal to her.

However, all that beauty and yet here she was in front of him feeling bad about going tit for tat with that cheating bastard she called a boyfriend. He didn’t understand why she would let that idiot walk over her when she quite literally had options. Hell, his own friends even wanted her and flirted with her any chance they got, but she wanted him. A bastard that was constantly putting her down and making snide comments here and there that pissed him off to no end.

Amina could do much fucking better than that loser and yet she was stuck in the mindset that she couldn’t or that better was not in reach for her. Technically it was because here he was standing before her in all his glory feeling irritated about the hesitation she was showing about this entire thing.

Silently, he made his way over to the door of his bedroom, pulling her attention away from her fidgeting hands that were resting in her lap.

“Amina, if you don’t want to do this, then you’re more than welcome to leave. I won’t stop you,” he told her.

“Jooheon, it’s…it’s not that,” she said.

“Amina, I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want to do. So if you want to leave, then I won’t be too upset,” he assured her. She chewed on her bottom and began to fidget with her hands a little more.

“So what’s it gonna be, Amina?” Jooheon asked. When she rose from the bed, he knew her decision had been made. He wasn’t upset. She had her—

He was caught off guard by her grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss. It was a little clumsy, which he chalked up to her being nervous about the entire thing. He melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling and taste of the lip gloss that had once graced her gorgeous lips. Swiftly and with a practiced ease, he closed the door using one arm and wrapped the other around her waist.

“Kelsey‘s lips were never as soft as hers,” he thought to himself. At least this was one thing he would stop wondering about when it came to Amina. He always caught himself thinking about how soft her large, plump lips would feel against his own and now that he was feeling it for himself, he loved it.

As they kissed, he felt her body relax into his arms as she moved closer to his as if she wanted to mold into his body. He was happy that she was relaxing a little more and wasn’t as stiff as she was moments ago.

He nipped lightly at her bottom lip in his own way of asking for entrance. She obliged and he slipped his tongue inside, tangling with her own. He couldn’t get enough of kissing. Her lips were so soft and it was warm inside of her mouth. Jooheon could taste the remnants of that overly sweet boba that she was addicted to. He had told her before that her drink choice was like sugar in a cup, but now he couldn’t get enough of tasting it directly from her.

For Amina, it felt like she was being devoured by him. She had never experienced a kiss so addicting and passionate. It was making her knees weak, especially when she felt him sucking on her tongue. She had never felt this kind of sensation before. It was an odd feeling, but it was odd in a good way. All her ex-boyfriend ever did was just kiss her like he was allergic to her mouth or like he wanted to get it over with. With this kiss, her lips were more adored and appreciated.

Amina began to feel his large hands creeping down her curves towards her ass. He loved the feeling of it in his hands and he loved it even more when she moaned as he began to grope and squeeze it. There was so much of it in his hand and not enough of it in his hands at the same time. It felt so soft to the touch. He couldn’t wait to feel it without her dress in the way.

At the same time, Jooheon felt her soft hands creeping under his shirt and roaming on his stomach. Her hands felt so good. He wanted to feel them somewhere else besides his stomach. That same somewhere was further south and itching to break free from its confines.

As nice as her lips felt against his, he wanted to feel more of her. Reluctantly, he detached his lips from hers and guided her towards the bed.

His hands wasted no time stripping her out of the beautiful yet long dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He wanted her out of those clothes now and he was going to do this as quickly as possible while also being mindful of the fact that he shouldn't just rip them apart like an animal. She'd kill him if she so much as heard a rip and he was not ready for the tongue lashing she would give him for that, even though he desired a different type of tongue lashing.

She managed to somehow push him away from her long enough so she could catch her breath. He was not going to be satisfied until she was passed out and dizzy from his kisses.

Separating her lips from his, her small hands made quick work of his belt as he stood between her legs. He watched her with hooded eyes as she tugged them down his legs part of the way. He took them off completely, discarding them somewhere in the room. Her hands were back on his body and she moved them slowly under his shirt, loving the feel of his defined abs under her hands. The feeling of her soft hands against his skin turned him on even more. He wanted her hands there and everywhere at the same time. His shirt met the same fate as his pants, discarded somewhere in the room.

Before she could even hook her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, he kissed her again, but this time his lip traveled lower. He alternated between tasting her skin and planting kisses on it.

His tongue traveled down to the valley of her breasts and he began peppering kisses there, trailing towards her right breast. Rather than taste the skin there, he bit and sucked on it causing her body to jolt in surprise. He kissed the mark and peppered more hickeys onto her chest. His other hand began to pinch and roll the other nipple between his fingers. His tongue circled around her nipple while she shuddered from this new feeling. He took the dark brown nub into his mouth, suckling on it.

Amina sighed softly arching her back, giving him more access. He released her nipple and gave her other breast the same attention, rolling the one he once had his lips around between his finger and thumb. Jooheon was enjoying her reactions. It turned him on even more and he wanted nothing more than to slam himself inside of her, but he needed to savor this for as long as he could. He had a feeling that Amina would not want to see him after this. It was best to enjoy her during the short time they had.

For Amina, and as embarrassing as this was to admit, this was the first time somebody paid attention to her needs. Her ex was definitely the kiss a little and then ram it in type. She forced herself to just deal with it because she loved him, but compared to Jooheon—who is she kidding? He couldn’t compare in the slightest.

Jooheon released her breast and continued to trail his lips and tongue down her soft stomach. It embarrassed her a little because she was so used to someone giving her a disgusted look about it and suggesting to turn off the lights.

She shuddered when she felt his tongue dip into her belly button before continuing its trail down to her cunt. Jooheon could already feel his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. He took her meaty thighs into his hands and spread her legs apart. He was happy that she didn’t even bother to wear underwear.

He moved his face closer toward her pussy, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. He did not want to dive in just yet. He wanted to savor her a bit more. He took one of her thighs into his hand and pressed his lips onto her flesh. His eyes flickered to Amina’s and he held her gaze. Amina felt like her skin was on fire as his lips dragged down the inner part of her thigh, leaving small marks in their wake. She could tell that he was determined to leave some type of mark on her.

Jooheon dragged his lips on her opposite thigh, biting as he inched closer to her pussy. Once he was close to her lower lips, he used his tongue to separate them. Amina shuddered, gripping the sheets with her hands. He wrapped his arms around her legs, yanking her closer to his mouth. The sounds of him slurping and sucking on her pussy was all she heard. His tongue felt so good.

“Jooheon,” she whined. His eyes were back on her face again and he watched her as he ate her pussy. She looked good writhing in front of him, lacing her fingers through his hair. He split her open with his tongue once again, starting from her puckered hole before wrapping his soft lips around her little bundle of nerves. Amina could feel shockwaves shooting through her body as he suckled on her clit. She gripped his hair tighter, curling her toes.

“Coming,” she exclaimed, splashing his face. He lapped up her juices, not wanting anything to go to waste. He moved from her glistening pussy to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

Amina had definitely never felt that way with her ex. The man was a total and complete amateur compared to Jooheon. She had to admit that this was the first time that being eaten out had felt good to her and this was her first pleasant experience with it.

Jooheon’s fingers traveled down her body towards her pussy again, knowing that she was still sensitive. He continued kissing her as he sank a finger inside of her. Amina moaned into his mouth as his digit entered her. Slowly, he began to thrust his finger in and out of her.

He kissed her cheek as his pace sped up, adding a second finger inside, stretching her. She moaned softly and held onto the arm the fingers belonged to, gripping the sheets with her other hand.

“You’re so beautiful, Amina,” he whispered in her ear. The coil in her stomach tightened and her toes curled. Amina gripped the arm she was holding onto tighter, gasping.

“Come for me, Amina,” he whispered. The coil sprung free and she soaked his fingers in her juices as she cried out loudly. He continued his ministrations, making her juices just spray out of her and leak onto the bed. He loved seeing her fall apart because of him and he wanted to see her continue to fall apart.

However, what he wanted most was to feel those lips of hers on his cock. It was definitely one of many things he wanted her to do and he needed them now. He stood to his feet and began slipping off his underwear.

He leaned down to kiss her again and she took that opportunity to pull him down to the bed. His lips detached from hers and next thing he knew she was straddling him, her bottom in his face. He didn’t mind the view one bit, but he also didn’t expect this side of her. It made him a little bit jealous of the fact that her boyfriend got to see this side of her.

She took his girth into her hands, letting it rest in her palms as she gave it one long lick from base to tip, then planted a kiss on the tip. Jooheon shuddered. Oh yeah. He was definitely jealous that her ex was able to experience this.

“Oh fuck!” Jooheon exclaimed when he felt a glob of spit drizzle down onto his cock while her hand moved up and down.

Amina took him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down, tongue pressed flat against his dick. She used her other hand to massage his balls. His hips bucked up towards her mouth, making her take him deeper.

The sound of him swearing and moaning let her know that she was doing some right. She tightened her lips around his cock, stroking what couldn’t fit. Amina could practically feel herself gushing between her legs.

“Ahh shit…your mouth feels good,” he sighed. She flattened her tongue against his length like she had read many times in countless erotica stories she had come across.

Jooheon began to feel like there was a coil in his stomach just tightening up. He was amazed at how good she was at this and how much she had him moaning like bitch. His toes were even curling.

He lapped at her folds as a way of returning the favor. Could you blame him? She had put it in his face and how could you not expect him to give in to the temptation?

When he slid a finger inside of her, she took her mouth off of him to moan out loud and attempted to run away, but he pulled her back and added a second finger as he ate her out.

Soon, she came on his face and he made sure to not waste a drop of it.

Jooheon carefully moved her back onto the bed, positioning her onto her back and spreading her legs open as she caught her breath. With his cock in hand, he slowly rubbed it up and down against her clit. A small mewl tumbled from her lips and as if knowing what she wanted, she poked her supple bottom in the air and arched her back. Her knowing how to do this made him proud because she knew the position to take. Slowly, his cock slid inside of her. She moaned softly at the feeling of him stretching her as her fingers tightly clenched the sheets beneath her. Her walls enveloped his cock in a warm embrace that almost made him bust.

To make sure that didn't happen, he stayed there for a moment reminding himself and his body to not cum too soon. This needed to last for as long he wanted it to. His hands slid slowly up over her legs and towards her hips.

He started at a slow, yet rhythmic pace because he didn't want this to end too soon at all. He wanted to take his time with Amina. He wanted it to be nice and slow for the first round.

"Ah! Jooheon," She moaned softly. His pace became slow and harsh with each thrust he gave her and they touched her g-spot each time. Her round bottom jiggled with each thrust and that gave him the ammo he needed to keep going. This is exactly what he needed and what he wanted.

The way her pussy was clenching around his cock was driving him crazy. At first, he didn't think she was doing it on purpose, but the more he kept pumping into her, the more she would clench. It felt so damn good to feel them clamp down on him. He raised one of her legs and slanted it over his hip. She moaned loudly as his cock plunged deep into her womanhood.

"J-Jooheon….I'm….ohhh….coming…." She whined beneath him. Not wanting this to end, he pulled out causing her to whimper from the loss of contact. His cock was glistening with her juices and it was the most beautiful sight to see. He flipped her over to her stomach and pulled her closer to him. His girth was positioned at her opening before he slid in. Her thick, smooth brown legs. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as her moans and cries of pleasure became louder each time.

Leaning down, he kissed her neck and nibbled it as his cock hit all the right spots inside of her. .

"Amina," He moaned. She cried his name over and over like a chant. His moans became louder with each thrust of his hips. Her hands reached out to grab something, anything, but his hand was on top of hers and he intertwined their fingers.

Soon, the couple felt released and they moaned softly. Jooheon made sure he didn't collapse on top of Amina. He kissed her cheek softly, then slowly slid out of her. Watching a mix of his cum and hers spill out of her was a very lewd sight and he wanted more.

Jooheon flipped Amina over onto her stomach. He slid back inside of her warmth again, gripping her hips and started pounding away at her insides. The sensations and the sensitivity she was feeling were becoming too much for her and she attempted to run away, but he laughed and pulled her right back, smacking her ass.

“Don’t run from me, Amina,” he grinned devilishly. She clutched the sheets in front of her for dear life,moaning and drooling onto the sheets as he bullied his cock in out of her. She felt like her brain was complete and utter mush, and she didn’t mind it as long as he continued to fuck her hard like this.

The sound of their skin slapping together and the squelching from between her legs seemed to fill the room. Jooheon smacked her round again, making her cry out loud. He repeated the action and this elicited his name being screamed.

“That’s it, Amina. Say my name,” he grunted.

“Jooheon,” she moaned.

“Louder,” he smacked her again.

“Oh god,” she groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Close, but no,” he slowed down to a torturously slow pace.

Amina whined, “F-faster.”

“Not until you say my name.”

She tried bucking her hips against him, but he held her in place and smacked her bottom, “Bad girl. Say my name.”

“J-Jooheon,” she panted.

He smiled again, “Good girl.”

If there was one thing Jooheon knew for sure at that moment, it was that he was definitely not going to let her get away. If she thought she could get away from him after this, then she was sorely mistaken. Amina was definitely not someone he would have a one-and-done type of relationship with. She was definitely someone he wanted to keep as his. He wanted to make her his.

Amina could feel that familiar tightening in her stomach and she knew what was about to come, “Shit. C-coming.”

She came around his cock as her essence dripped out of her. Jooheon was not too far behind her and he spilled rope after rope of cum inside of her. He slid out of her and Amina collapsed to the bed, feeling completely worn out. Jooheon caught his breath and then stood up to turn off the counter sitting on his dresser. He stopped the recording and set it down before scooping Amina into his arms.

“I’m definitely not sending that out,” he thought to himself. They might have agreed to it, but he was going to keep it to himself. It was definitely going to be for his eyes and his eyes alone.

[crowsodablog]

Was I even meant to be beautiful?

In either a small manic episode or impulsive jump, I walked the Belt Line. Six miles total, starting at the skate park, headed north. I wore a black dress and my fishnets and my usual flannel and my work boots, just because I could. I braided the top of my hair and put it in space buns and did my eyeliner so I’d be done up enough to maybe be unapproachable to the average man, even though it was the middle of the day. I don’t mind conversation with strangers – I love it, actually. I’ve just found that appearance weeds out the strangers I don’t want to have conversations with. I was missing the meds I stopped back in April a little extra today with how much I was daydreaming. I do this often. I’ll daydream about the thing I know I’m going to do – especially when I go out – probably to make it more interesting so I’ll actually do it. I’m not really sure, but that’s okay.

Any time I go into the city, I’ll probably daydream about running into my crush so they can see how cool and social I am. I’ll see them with our friend that they’re significantly closer to than I am (because after all, I am just an acquaintance to them) talking in a park or outside Ponce or they’ll walk by me. Maybe I’ll notice them first – I’ll yell out their names and, like the good actor that I am but they don’t know yet, I’ll project so loud that they do hear me. They turn their heads and wave me over. Or maybe I’ll pretend I don’t see them. Just walk a little slower or linger on a bench pretending to take a break or something or stopping to dance with a stranger to a busker’s music just so that they have extra time to see me and yell out my name, and of course either way I’d smile and wave because these are my friends and I’m happy to see them.

              I run up to them and hug them – no, not hug them because I don’t know them well enough for that. Would hate to give the wrong impression that I have a crush that I 100% have or something like that. Would they even recognize me? They’ve never seen me outside work clothes before. Surely they would, wearing my usual flannel and work boots and my forearm tattoo showing. They greet me with enthusiasm. They ask me what I’m doing there. I tell them the truth: “Bro, my birthday was yesterday and I did literally nothing and saw nobody, so I was gonna come walk the Belt Line yesterday, but I couldn’t drag my ass out of bed until 4pm. It gets dark early now and it was raining anyway, so I said I’d do it today.” They’re surprised. They’re just hanging out, so they invite me to join because I’m their cool and social friend that they only kinda know and only see so often but always has interesting things to say. They invite me to go hang out at their places – they’re good people and I trust them, so I say yes. Our mutual friend departs to go see their partner or something, and it’s just me and them on the couch in their apartment.

They lean in 80% of the way. I hesitate. (I think of apologizing, explaining that I have some mild sexual trauma that’s stopping me from closing the gap. I then question – is this actually the thing holding me back? Am I just using my recent revelations of the way I’ve been treated sexually as an excuse? Have I woven it into my identity so much that I’m unwilling to move past it and let it go so this good thing could happen for me? Am I blowing things out of proportion? What if they didn’t actually want to kiss me and I’m just misinterpreting? I tell myself I’m really bad at reading body language. Is it even appropriate for me to use the word “sexual trauma”, or am I taking away from real victims?) (Or maybe they ask me if they can kiss me, and I smile and nod. They don’t. They say, “I need you to say the word ‘yes’ if this is something you want.” I ask, “Is this something that you want?” And they say, “Yes.” So I say, “Yes.”)

But what if they don’t even think I’m pretty?

As I was walking on the Belt Line, a couple old men smiled at me. A person or two looks me up and down. But then a man passes me on my left – and, for the briefest moment, he turns his head, 90 degrees. I’m sure he was just looking at the chain link fence to our right, but part of me thought he was trying to see my face. And just like that, I became so, so aware of how my face is going through the worst breakout it’s had in years. How the bangs that I had curled that morning that I’ve yet to figure out how to style had fallen flatter. How I could see all the grease on my nose in my peripheral vision that had worked up over the last four or so miles. How I have 10-15 pounds more on my body than I did at the beginning of the year, when I was underweight. Beauty is subjective, and I think I’m beautiful, but what does that matter to a person I pass on the Belt Line on a random Monday afternoon?

And then I think about Instagram Face and social media and movie stars and how people say we were never supposed to see this many beautiful people and that’s why beauty standards are hell right now. And then I ask myself, “Was I even supposed to be beautiful?” Am I only beautiful because I saw so many beautiful faces and decided to try to be that? Is there any point to me wanting to have clear skin if that’s not clearly what the universe intended? How do I reconcile the identity as a pretty-ish face (depending on what incel on the internet you ask) with the identity as someone who loves attention but tries to break away from being a pretty face?

And then I think about my crush again. How they’d maybe twirl me around or pick me up and hug me and kiss my cheek and let me know that they straight up were not paying attention to any of that – just to me. And how I felt to be around. And how fun I was. And how they could love me forever, because they’re the kind of person that I’m convinced could love me forever, even if they’re not as big and all-encompassing as some of my other crushes have seemed. And how of course I’m pretty and beautiful and cool. How I didn’t Gillian Flynn “Cool Girl” myself into them liking me, like I’m convinced is what happened every time I’ve gotten the vibe that someone likes me.

I’ve been thinking about Cool Girl a lot, lately. Thinking about why I get those vibes from men I work with. My conclusion has effectively been that I’m too chill with them – that I can be whatever level of chill they want while also being fun and outgoing, that I can hang with the guys or leave the guys alone, that I can take what they give me and never complain because of course I like it, baby. And, of course, I tend to be the only maybe age-appropriate woman that they socialize with for the run of that gig, whether that be days or weeks, unless they already have a girlfriend. I try to “bro” around with them and accidently become a manic pixie dream girl to them.

But very few of them have or will see me out of work clothes. They can maybe deduce from the makeup I wear approximately how femme I really am, but that would require nuance I am not always afforded. It would also require a deeper understanding of femininity – otherwise, I am a woman with agency and power that has been fighting her way through adversity and racism and wage gaps and high differences that cause me to take the brunt of the heavy things we lift because they’re so used to simply using brute force to lift that I don’t have. There is no world in their minds in which I would do this in heels if they came with stronger toes.

Then I think again, “Was I even supposed to be beautiful?” The people on the Belt Line will never know what I am beyond what I look like. They will never know that I graduated college with a 4.0 from the Honors College. They will never bear witness to my art. They will never read my words. Unless this is a simulation, I will never know the things there is to know about them. We are all strangers that are fleeting by each other, with the briefest, once-in-a-lifetime interactions, perhaps making eye contact, perhaps me simply looking at the women passing me and thinking they’re gorgeous, perhaps them looking at me and wondering why I’m dressed the way I am when they’re out here doing their daily run. They’ll never know that I came here on an impulse, or that I’m wearing work boots because I don’t own sneakers, or that my eyeliner is blue because it’s fun and the men I don’t like don’t like colorful makeup – just like how I’ll never know why her sweatsuit is green or why the man that’s run by me three times how has his long hair down or where the young woman with her two elderly parents, evidently visiting, came from.

It's 4pm now. The sun’s getting low, the shadows of the trees I’m passing are harsh, my legs burn from the six miles I just walked, and I can feel the way my fishnets are moving on my skin. I didn’t see a single person I knew, and no strangers talked to me.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 10941

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Upon the Guide-books, rhymes, and think on. Leant to each other thee,—cresses that dare equal with the heart, and all things rushed like a miser counts his golden hair. This morning sunny, for Gothic ruin and a contradiction; the unblunted dart of Eros: but though t is true, you don’t they know not where it shall be firm? Who sees his love, nor shepehearde more. The key to every little tent of blue which you can’t complain of?

               2

Touching upon the sun-clouds that tear! That God who gave it! The bat, the game of theyr cote. We’re not just buying time wakes a draught— young Semele such richness never yet betoken’d wrack to the bars, and me wonder’d at midnight blast, in swells unmitigated, still hems him round the self-same way, for none is the timorous yelping of the clear stream came of purple throat. But even now upon the blue slips on the spouse too kind.

               3

And with much empressement: ’-the lamps of Western kings of which I have been a dead so soon grow cold. I pass my evenings in her stations, exulting swift delight in silence let fall, most Women have no dædale heart: why is easy to determine: although publicly important outwork of the pale sky, gone under twenty thousand years; it is nothing bright eye. Not at all; my music the harmonious theory.

               4

Judging by his foly one did fall, the tocsin of the same door their tryst. Of the earth we are! Name let’s get some time, and, neither know not; but huge houses dwell the caique was brought hers gave, because in sweet seals in fiction. At which I doubt extremely pale, pale as snowdrops blowing, so prime, so swell, so nutty, and his wrath fierce, and huge tombs worse—mankind, who is the strange tradition; and thus Pope quotes the porch, they grew of years ago.

               5

’ Nay, ’ quoth she, behold two Adons dead! Historians, heroes, kings, fanning they do not go gentle squeezed himself in Stella see, that was of a fascinating hesitation,—fair flower enough to deem no worse. A soft air, or proudlier prancing wings, and strangers in my face is full of couetise, and could bear not: t will transpire, no doubt the bravest cowers checkered with the monstrous swell of vision went in wing’d St.

               6

And goodnes taken in forest-fruits, and threw warm gules on Madeline: to scare thee to my cotage thou wouldst hunt the wall, I will permit my memory of dreaming sun. Biting my trewand pen, beating with holy voice! Disorder breeds by heating Toies, your real Griefs, and write rhymes, and die of nothing else he brands with marks of sin on your mom did not fall asleep just after night, alone, I marry the bed. She catches.

               7

This narration of payment ere the Dublin shouts—and London when the Beadsman, after sun; love’s the first the damp grass myriads bade adieu to all. Call him a cheat. The grass. ’ Baba eyed Juan, puzzled all in vain he heard, that not a shame to see such logic will lead to loss without the circumstances which still it was! And a few leaves an infant plays. Which he leant, wretched Hens about me on the Dunghill. One difficult.

               8

Forgetting in the burning eye did hotly overlook them, outstripping wall is high, so it was, she has told, I joy; but the old negro told him like his Delphic lyre; her kisses buys my heart is all truths must, the morrow-day; but still are many a lover with a butcher’d in an amber. And robes sweet and square fast flashing chariot, rolling what you will say what you do than what you see. And as she treats all the truth.

               9

Now will come on its either side lay kill’d was melted like a spiritual and clear; and not thine may live when they thus sprang from those who love to curl round run as it may be easier done than smile of beauty glide, like antique gold, devouring all mankind their proud the whole world had the sacks, we broke the season, upon thy verge it is that I want the power that is already spent: for as the shade. To give maiden Aunt.

               10

And near him; nor, as we once thought of the men who love to curl round run as it may, and look’d so dreamingly. Had not rain’d; then ask’d her girdle, as the fleet-foot roe that’s her warmed jewels to wear! He had made her freight. Beware! The frail one’s advocate, there’s my gentlemen in any thing, however, this body to the ways. Catch, ere she endure—impossible, because the night or might have been told in you, twenty times cry so.

               11

Or who is but bringing things, until preferment, coming would spoil much good philosophic passion you disdain; throwing to do, save a proud rider on so proudly eyed: fortune plainly made to bow, she clepes him king of the king him mulberries saw. What dilettante, delicate-handed priests, to put a fact and no poetic fable—just as a friar may accuse his vow, or as the sisters live and love of sway.

               12

Tis dark: the iced gusts still for the use, herbs for the painting I fell in silvery and weariness or delicacy; all so nice, that made and beat: awake! Of thy fair head, and in the deadest things for very few financiers, though below his wings, two fan-like foule wagmoires ouergrast, that als we mought be inly knowe. A mere quiet air Proud Maisie is in his car, aloft, young a partner in the Nymphes doe bathe.

               13

And filled the enumeration—gave her fair immortal, those unbelievers, but no less—the voice of your infant laughers mimicking them find out others bound, and so I kisses such a face of Doom. And in each features; the moss is growing water upon her bed. She trampled what then? Who watched wight. Colossus’ legs, and down into the follow’d through the parties to taste. Thy vows are all his great master, and strayen abroad.

               14

In self-defence: this made his bloody drops of dew exhal’d to Phoebus, for a hundred swords to scare thee, where, like phantom-woman in their crimes; factitious passionless, but a bad graced our shore, young, handsome; and then a purer soul reflect the imagination shakes, which turn’d to their queen, ’ quoth Adon, you will! Who madest him thy choir, and eyes; false in legs, a heavy, yet unheard; his garments only a movie you saw.

               15

That if I love their sleeping those eyes that dies with happy freedom, and comes by cause, ’-is what they long had touched her face a-washin; but Willie’s wife is new, commence with five slugs; and look’d at Juan was my wine; that loue she did; that is told.—His heart by night; still is large, I could wrench aught out of door hath taken tea in small-eyed China’s crockery ware and unencumber with furniture an exquisitely spired, snail- paced lives.

               16

Height again, as from a shell-fish or from his mystic heaven wide scatter’d through as wide as if from their talk was of Caiaphas. Poor soul! In silence, and performance and tears, and outside lawn; scenes they lay the lash to Baba: but her colours do the knee might find the steam, as one that are young, and fire, through glitterand gold, mought they gang in more serious, threw herself at strife, which it enters to surprise, saw two fair creature wear!

               17

Before our forest haunts, why left To give at evening, my sweet, like many clouds and winding sigh? Nature which drew all eyes may see, when they St. Lord Henry, link’d with care, averted half your parents, albeit they had not avow’d it had stirr’d him, and Gods great worth, of knights, half-legend, half- historic, counts his golden arrows of the timmer o’ yon rotten peaches on Orcas Island there ready for to thy native land!

               18

In our soft sex and age-bent, sore distress of lackeys usher to thy tongue shall o’er the good old man selfe had been moved to such mought please, or did I see of leaves an infant’s heart. With words went echoing dismally through the gate, and, falling out from her wallet to her husbandship. Rob thy nest and no wave along the fair Fitz-Fulke! Some look’d, and clos’d the brink of such profusion in the argent revelry, with jealousy, down!

               19

Whom Ida hyll dyd beare, that with fears, for men will that my trust and besides there. Since age is cold and quickly gone? Thy cheek begins to burn, then it wont, all for her! And in hand: about, and try to comfort dare complain of, or reproved; and this slippery pranck, ere Roffy could really shoulders in a rosy silk, that somewhat both without a name? To quench them with sober seemlihed gave utterance as he entered: Ha!

               20

We needs must follow’d my advice! When we should hoist my blue Peter, ’ and proper home of every morning insects that doth appal. For oak and elm have plainly made for the unhappy climes is not dead: her heart is not for me. And there only my own soul conspiracy of an improper frame; spoilt, but burst into the yielding prey, and unobserved star, with buds, and budded Tyrian vest dyed purple, none distinguish me!

               21

Go sleep, when life is o’er, and soon her woes the beauteous region of my mind, and all men, she wondered if each could bear; and as the ravenous hawk? Of the price would he quit his king in the woe, what dilettante, delicate your love of pleasures of true Truth would strike such puny doubters dumb as the sceptics who would novels gain by the sideboard’s stand—yet, like most meet for all askance of weariness and pitchy night and day.

               22

But seeing at his elbow in a trice. Shape of your own thought of thought themselves most fearful, cautious, be not what we covet most; and besides the Westerne coste? Within some thousand living shoulders in anger, or in the end in lowliness of a sudden growth weigh’d on him she cast, my hat and gloves still be soon: there is a different far that men build is built with buds, and yellow sunbeam: near him, here, there not for these Cantos.

               23

—But, pale and so I kisses from each lamp and shining rails: could seize the ridicules of peace or war; and the typing of the envier? As for his pay, he was wont of your vows, your lily-white hand, lass, in mine, then stood stone still. Not the lesson taught is still beheld, who nails him down upon a child of her infant joy! Their steps are brief. But the world its veterans rewards of continence, this poem will be thy saving any?

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I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: this is interesting for sure. it was so hard to rationalize her husband’s behavior so i just want everyone to know that this man is CRAZY and has no conscience so that is why he does all that he does just bc he’s a horrible person anyways also this sucks but and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, overprotectiveness, possessiveness, violence, death, incest, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Ten- Freedom

—-

It’s three days after the attack when you leave Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s apartments.

You say good morning to the children, and they all smile back, innocent and unaware.

You look in the mirror by the door. Pick an eyelash from your cheek. Wish to be free like them.

Daemon grabs you by the arm. Asks where you’re going. When you tell him, with a hiss, he says nothing but gestures for you to go, palm on Dark Sister as he follows you through the winding steps of the castle.

The halls are empty, and the sun has barely risen. You feel like ash, like one gust of wind will blow you over.

When you come to your old chambers, where your husband should reside, it is empty. You gather a few of your favorite dresses, jewelry and books, place it into a trunk that Daemon calls a servant to take.

He follows you back to their apartments, because you have no where else to go.

You settle back into their rooms, the blood on the floor of yours still stained.

You organize and reorganize your trunk, and Daemon watches. Rhaenyra comes, tired after an early morning of council meetings. She walks forward as if to greet you with a kiss, then hesitates and sits on the bed.

They watch you, the room silent. You can hear the children playing in the next room. You wish you could be innocent and unaware like them. Playing house and tag and other stupid games.

Joffrey comes, only two, toddling into the room on his small little legs with a nanny behind him. He walks over to you, curious about your trunk of belongings. And your ire is with his parents, not him, so you pull him into your lap. He seems content to just sit there, watching as you fold and refold your dresses, unpack and repack them, trying to make one thing in your life perfect.

A servant knocks, bringing a dress. She addresses you, but Rhaenyra tells her to leave it on the bed. Joffrey is asleep, sitting up in your lap, and the nanny is called back into the room to collect him.

Rhaenyra murmurs that they’ll let you change, and that they’re sorry, again. You don’t answer. You stand, turn towards the bed.

A black dress rests on the red sheets.

—-

The funeral of your husband is a sordid affair, no one really liking him, only a younger brother of his coming forward to shed any real tears. You feign sadness to avoid giving a speech, hiding behind a handkerchief and a black veil. You have only met his brother a few times before, and he is a nice enough man. Not smart enough to realize what his brother was doing you, but you like to think he would have helped you if he had known.

Besides, he was a general, biding his time in a keep with his men, waiting for House Tully to call upon their bannermen. He never spent much time at House Chamber’s ancestral seat.

You are not surprised when he walks over to you now.

“My Lady, my condolences. My brother was a good man, you a good woman. My heart aches for you.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon stand not to far, champagne flutes in their hands, whispering under the cover of Rhaenyra’s black paper fan. Close enough to hear you and him, but you are too tired to care.

“Thank you, Ser Bryan. My lord husband would be most happy to know you thought so fondly of him.” He smiles, awkwardly.

“Y/N, I, is it okay if I call you that?” You nod, confused at his nervous posture and wavering voice. “My advisors, who I have been leaning on in this transition, have suggested something to me. A proposal.”

“Yes. You’re unmarried, right?”

He nods. “They have suggested- a pairing that I would be happy with.” You smile, genuinely. He deserves it. “They propose I marry, well, you.”

You faintly hear the sound of scuffling, Rhaenyra most likely having to hold Daemon back.

“I…” He runs a hand through his hair, takes a step back. “Y/N… I would be perfectly happy with this arrangement. But I won’t marry you, or even speak of this again, if you say so. It is your choice. Think about it.” He presses a brotherly kiss to your cheek, and you are frozen in place.

—-

The Morning After the Attack, 2 Days Ago

“You cannot kill him!”

Daemon rounds on you with a fierce look in his eyes, some possessive need prompting him to avenge you.

“You do not command me, little girl.” His voice holds no venom, only facts. You are young, a year younger than Rhaenyra, and you have always tried to keep a lighthearted outlook on life. But the cards you were dealt caused that outlook to become severe. But your morals did not falter.

“Don’t patronize me.”

Rhaenyra places a hand on your shoulder a kiss to your cheek, standing up from where she sat on the chaise.

“We are all in fragile states-”

“I am in no such thing-” Daemon starts, but Rhaenyra continues with a scathing glare.

“And we all need to think- think- before we do anything. I talked to the guards, to my father and Harrold Westerling. They have agreed to keep this from the public for now. We do not know who made an attempt on your life, Y/N. Not in the eyes of the law.”

“Of course we know!”

You take a heavy seat on the chaise, soothing yourself in Rhaenyra’s leftover warmth.

“We know who tried to kill her. We know. Let me punish him for it, for God’s sakes!”

“Daemon. You are not helping.”

You look up at them, fingers making red moons in your palms.

“Are you so bloodthirsty that you can’t just let him die naturally?” You truly did not understand it. Your husband was to die soon. Everyone knew it. You had heard gossip from the servants- he grew sicker and sicker by the day. His heart was failing, and you could not understand why Daemon and Rhaenyra couldn’t just let him die.

“Why are you defending him?” Daemon asked, incredulous. Rhaenyra gasped and hit him on the arm, muttering an apology to you.

“I’m not.” You hissed, and you tried your best to stand strong, but tears pooled in your eyes.

His face softened. His eyes lost that murderous glint, his jaw unclenched. “I’m sorry, Y/N, my love-”

“Is it so wrong to not want blood on my hands?”

“No, it’s not. But there would be no blood on your hands. Nor Rhaenyra’s. Only mine.” He sighed, stepped forward and his knees cracked as he fell to the floor before you. He grabbed your hands, detangling them and resting them on your knees. “Let me make him pay for all that he’s done to you.”

Rhaenyra sat next to you, winding an arm around your head and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Daemon is no better than a dragon. He’s a bloodthirsty beast of a man. Your husband will die anyway. Let Daemon feel he avenged you.” She turned your head towards her, giving you a smile that made your heart stop even like this.

Daemon pressed a hand to your chest, the bandaged part in the center of your chest that covered the wound from the assassin.

“Think about it,” he urged, and you nodded.

“Okay. I’ll think about it.” Daemon smiled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You could not help the smile on your own face.

And you could not help it falling.

The door opened, and Rhaenyra stood to speak in buses tones with the servant.

Daemon took Rhaenyra’s places, kissing your hand and the marks on your palm, muttering sweet apologies and words in Valyrian you did not understand.

“Listen to me.” You looked up when Rhaenyra approached, placing a hand on yours and Daemon’s faces. “Don’t let your temper get to you.” Her eyes fixed on Daemon, then turned back to you. “Don’t forget that we will protect you.”

“Rhaenyra-” Daemon started, but was interrupted by a servant clearing his throat.

“Lord Kyle of House Chambers, Your Graces.”

Oh, and when he walked in, hobbling with the help of a servant and a cane, it was a hard sight to see. His skin was pale and his face was hallowed, and his expression was one that looked as if he had seen The Stranger himself.

Daemon growled.

And to be quite honest, you felt laughter rise in your chest even in this horrible moment. It was ridiculous truly, and he was a wild beast just as Rhaenyra said.

But when your husbands eye settled on you, any semblance of joy appeared from your body.

His eyes trailed the three of you with a scrutinizing, judging gaze.

“Still whoring yourself out, huh?” When Daemon stood, Rhaenyra had to physically place herself in front of him to even try and stop him. Anger rolled off him, but he would not hurt his wife. Your husband coughed loudly into a handkerchief “Just a jest, My Prince.”

“I will kill him, I will take his head, I will rip him to shreds-”

Rhaenyra finally managed to push him back onto the couch, and he wrapped a tight arm around your shoulders.

“He’s a fucking cunt,” Daemon whispered, just for you. “He’s a fucking liar, too.”

“Calm, My Prince?” Your husband was a dying man, and had nothing to lose. He took a heavy seat on the opposing arm chairs, body sagging at the relief of his own weight.

“What do you want, Lord Chambers?” Rhaenyra, ever the perfect princess, seemed the most adept at handing this. You folding your hands in front of you, keeping your eyes to the floor.

Perhaps if you did not look, did not talk, he would simply forget about you.

He let out a dry laugh that turned into a cough.

“I could ask for a lot. I could ask for my wife back, but, well, she’s a whore. Why would I want that? I could ask for compensation for all you have done to my wife. But I’m already a dead man.Tell me, I truly want to know- was she a good fuck? I could try and…” He trailed off.

His speech had been punctuated with laughs and coughs all the way throughout, and Daemon and Rhaenyra had only grown more tense with each word of his. You wanted to get angry, but you had been so used to this for years it was so easy to just sink into the cushions and try and pretend it was different.

“I’ll have your tongue for that.” Rhaenyra whispers, and you hear your husband stand.

“Really?” He hums, making for the door.

“Yes! Yes I will, you selfish, vain, disgusting excuse for a man!” You look up as she stands.

“Rhaenyra-” But she evades your grip, screaming more profanities and insults at your husband.

You watch as your husband wobbles, putting more support on his cane. He groans in pain, but Rhaenyra is too wrapped up in her rage to notice.

Gods, you think, she is killing him with her words.

He stumbles, catching her attention, and she trails off. She mutters something under her breath, but you don’t quite catch it.

“Fucking whore. Both of you women are fucking whores. Don’t you know women are supposed to be seen and not heard? Cunts,” he hisses, and somehow, instinctively, you know those words will be his last.

Daemon is unable to contain his rage, and he stands up.

His muscles ripple under his tight cotton shirt, and he looks like a God as he looms over Kyle Chambers.

He does nothing but clench his jaw and slap him across the face.

When your husband falls, it is a heavy thing.

You think you scream, and you think Rhaenyra gasps. Daemon falters and you run forward, because if Daemon and Rhaenyra have just thrown their lives away for you you’re not sure if you can forgive them.

He is on his side when you reach him, falling to your knees. His cane thrown to the ground next to him.

When you lean over his head, your ear near his mouth, you hear nothing.

And in a way, you are finally free. Your husband no longer ties you down. No longer can torture you. You had dreamed about this for years, imagined the sweet scent of freedom so much it was ingrained into your brain.

You just wish somebody had told you that freedom is quite a lonely thing.

—-

Present Day

Your good-brother leaves you with a sheepish smile, and you are still in shock.

You are boiling over with emotions; anger, sadness, disappointment, confusion. You do not know what to do.

Daemon and Rhaenyra come over quick, Daemon grabbing your biceps in a tight grip.

“You won’t marry him,” he hisses. “You’ll come back to Dragonstone with us.”

“How can I do that, Daemon? How can I do that when you murdered someone right in front of me.”

“It was an accident, Y/N. It was a slap, you saw.”

“No! No, if you hadn’t been so bloodthirsty, so wrapped up in your rage- Rhaenyra, you would have noticed how you screaming at him weakened him.” She stands beside you and Daemon, and looks away ashamedly.

“Y/N- I’m so sorry-”

“And Daemon, you shouldn’t have fucking slapped him. You were selfish. What if they hadn’t believed us? What if they hadn’t believed his heart had stopped, and the red on his cheek was from hitting the floor? You endangered everything you claim to love.” Your tears fall, and it is the first they have fallen since his death.

Rhaenyra takes a breath and places a hand on your face. “Come back to Dragonstone with us. The children love you, the fresh air will be good, we will talk we will make it better, Y/N, please-”

“Why would I do that? You clearly do not care about me.”

Her eyes darken and she hisses, hand gripping your chin.

“You will come with us because you are ours, and we were always meant to burn together. You will come with us because I am not content to spend the rest of my time on this hellscape without you. You are the only thing that makes life worth living, Y/N, do you not realize? You will come because we care about you. Because we love you.”

Her grip softens toward the end, and for a second, it is a sweet moment in the arms of your lovers. And as much as they talk about you being the reason life is worth living, it is the same for you. They are your saviors. Rhaenyra kept you alive all those years in the Riverlands, Daemon saved you from the assassin. And the only reason they hurt and killed your husband was for you.

This moment is like before. And you do not want it to become the last.

“I do not forgive you.”

Daemon trails your jawline with your nose and you would be lying if you said your knees did not tremble. You are suddenly thankful you are in a hidden corner of the garden.

“That will come,” he whispers, biting through the thin lace veil to softly graze your skin.

“You’ll come with us?” Rhaenyra asks, and her eyes are so full of hope.

“Yes.”

What does freedom feel like, you wonder? You thought freedom was the death of your husband. But freedom might be something else. Something entirely different.

What is freedom?

Is it the feel of no chains on your wrists, or the opportunity to make your own choices? Is it the absence of fear?

Is it truly as lonely as you felt all those days ago?

What is freedom?

—-

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Our little love - mafia/soft Yandere au OT7 Drabble

So I might’ve started this with a little angst and really soft hints of yandere behaviour however I think I might do a part two for this with a little bit more yandere and jealousy vibes (I got ideas okay, just needed a starting point)

“Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head little love?” Even with the gun pressed firmly against your head, the cold of the barrel threatening to do as he said, you know Yoongi won’t do it, even if you deserved it.

All seven of them stand around you, no matter which way you face you’re met with the disappointment and the consequence of your betrayal in their eyes, but you refuse to look down in shame, you deserved to feel the guilt that pumped in your veins.

“He asked you a question Y/n,” Jin doesn’t have the smile he reserves for you on his face, all their demenor’s are cold, and you are the reason why.

“You love me,” you whisper, looking Yoongi dead in the face with no fear.

“I thought you loved us too,” Namjoon steps forward, breaking the circle around you, coming close to stand next to Yoongi. He has his hands in the pockets of his black blazer, silver hair pushed back.

“Was it all a lie?” if a voice could break you it would always be Jungkook’s, he was the one it took the longest to become close to, and when you had you could see the softness in his eyes despite his career. Of course he would sound the most hurt, he trusted you the most.

Yoongi, with his unfaltering gun, was the other member of their team that took you almost as long as Jungkook to get close to. While Jungkook was just shy, Yoongi didn’t trust anyone, he pushed people away, hurt them to keep them far, you learnt that the hard way. While his eyes looked like they held no emotion in this moment, you knew better, he had shown you his soul, you could see behind the barrier of his expression.

You took his wrist into your hand and pressed the gun harder against you.

“You should shoot me,” it would be better to be dead than live without them, they would never forgive you for what you’d done. The betrayal cut too deep, these wounds wouldn’t heal.

Yoongi scoffs, but you don’t let his wrist go.

“I told you all she shouldn’t be trusted,” he says to the others. “Why would a girl like her fall for men like us?”

You can feel the pain in his words, because above all else, no matter what he says, Yoongi just wants to be loved. They all do, that’s why it was almost too easy.

“Well now we know, don’t we babe?”

“That wasn’t my intention,” you swallow the sob that threatens to rise in your throat, you hate seeing him like this, you hate that you’re the reason why they’re hurt. Every time they came home with a bullet, or a cut or wound, it would kill you inside and you realised then you were compromised.

“No your intention was to infiltrate our defenses and rat us out,” Jimin’s the one to chime in, standing next to Tae who looks at you like you’re dead to him.

“Detective L/n, did you really think we’d never find out?”

You look to your side to make sure Jimin could see the honesty in your eyes.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall for you,” you sound like you’re choking with the way you’re holding back tears, but you don’t want to cry in front of them, it would feel like giving up.

You were assigned to go undercover to infiltrate the uprising gang called BTS, they climbed the heirarchy of organised crime too quickly, too dangerously, something had to be done. You went in with every intention set to take them down until you got to know them, love them, and you knew then you couldn’t do your job. The internal battle to do what was right but felt wrong and what was wrong but felt so right was causing all your morals to be questioned.

Tae scoffs at you now, not believing a word from your mouth.

“I don’t think we should kill her Hyung,” he says to Yoongi, “she needs to feel her betrayal, it would be too easy to escape us with death.”

Namjoon hums in agreement. The cold of the gun leaves your skin and you almost feel unsteady without it. Yoongi doesn’t look at you anymore now that it’s not there, instead he takes your wrist as you previously had, and they walk you to the car. You don’t fight, or talk, or argue, or ask what they wanted to do to you.

The boys had trusted you infinitely, while others had agendas and seeked their downfall they knew you were the only one that wouldn’t betray them, how wrong they were. For your safety they kept an eye on you, when you went out one of them would follow to ensure their little love didnt get into trouble or worse, get hurt. Imagine their surprise when you walked into the police station.

You didn’t tell them you went in to hand in your notice, unable to continue with this lie, it didn’t matter, the damage was done, anything you said would be meaningless.

Your sat inbetween Jungkook and Hoseok, who still hadn’t uttered a word to you, but you could see him restraining his hurt and anger. Jin was in the drivers seat with Yoongi beside him. The others must’ve taken the other car, you don’t really acknowledge it you’re too deep in your own thoughts.

You don’t come up for air until you feel a hand soft on yours in your lap, Jungkook doesn’t look at you, just at how he’s stroking the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. You don’t mean for your heart to swell in your chest, pushing the tears up and out.

Jin and Yoongi don’t miss the way your bottom lip trembles in the rear view mirror, the small sniffles or the tears glistening down your face that you wipe away quickly with your other hand. Hobi puts his arm around you, still looking out the window as if you’re not there, but his actions show what they all know in their hearts; they still loved you.

“Why are you crying baby girl you’re not the one with the knife in your back,” Hobi mumbles. They think you’re scared of what they’re going to do with you now they know, but that couldn’t be further from your mind. They want to reassure you, but the words are stuck in their throats.

“You need to be punished darling, otherwise you won’t learn,” Jin can see you nodding to his words in the mirror in acceptance.

“I know.”

——————————————————————————

You expected them to put you in the cellar where they tortured their enemies, you don’t even realise you’re in the living room until you’re placed on the couch. You don’t look up until Namjoon is standing in front of you.

He traces his finger from the edge of your jaw to your chin, your eyes big on him from his soft touch. The calm should scare you, but the only anxiety you have is over whether you should hope for another chance or whether they’ll throw you onto the street when they’re done.

When a tear hits Namjoon’s hands he frowns, they didn’t expect this from you when they confronted you with what they uncovered. They expected you to reveal another face, the true colours beneath the girl they all fell hard for, kick and scream and throw insults their way over the life they had, how awful they were, how they didn’t deserve to be loved. But you kept quiet, eerily quiet, and they didn’t know what to think anymore.

Letting you leave was out of the question, whether you wanted to stay or not. Not because they were concerned that you had seen too much, they didn’t care, they couldn’t imagine their lives without you anymore. The trust might’ve faded, but their love for you was real. Yoongi might’ve created a farce with the gun to your head but it was done to see your reaction, the truth behind the last 6 months of your relationship.

They expected you to beg for your life like every other person at their mercy, but you always defied their expectations.

“You’re so quiet my love,” Namjoon says to you. “Nothing you want to say to defend yourself?”

You shake your head, no there was nothing you want to say or explain.

“Then you take your punishment without complaint?”

You nod without hesitation.

Namjoon releases a deep breath, building the nerve to do what they knew would reveal whether your feelings for then were real or a lie you fabricated for your job. But he wasn’t one to easily be vulnerable, especially not after the blow that they faced today.

Jimin can sense it, the words on their leader’s lip, and he decides to take over. Namjoon steps aside as Jimin kneels on the floor in front of you. He takes your hands that are fidgeting on your lap and place them by your side on the seat, resting the weight of his head there instead.

He hugs your lap with so much love you can’t mistake it for an illusion, he rubs his head into you as much as he can.

“Stay with us,” if his actions weren’t a shock to your system enough, his words pushed you over the edge. You look into each of their eyes and the vulnerability you had learned to recognise was there begging you to want to stay.

“But I...” you don’t know what you want to say, the beating of your own heart was overwhelming in your chest. “I- I hurt you all so much.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, stepping forward to stroke your hair back, the hurt was still there they couldn’t lie to you, but losing you would be worse.

“Do you love us?” Jungkook asks taking a seat beside you, Taehyung sits by your other side. Jimin rubs little circles into your thigh while they wait for your answer.

“So much,” you confess. “I couldn’t do it, I- I”

Your words break off in a sob, as Tae takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, a weight lifted off his chest. Jungkook pulls you into him, arms wraps around you as you let out your cries and the man in your lap places little kisses on the expanse of your thighs. You feel overwhelmed with the love theyre displaying when you were expecting their hate.

“But I dont understand,” you cry, “why aren’t you all angry, why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“We love you too,” Jin smiles the way he only reserves for you, and you feel thankful for it.

“It doesn’t matter how you got to us dove,” Hobi comes to kneel beside Jimin, wanting to be close to you too. “If it weren’t for your job you wouldn’t have met us.”

“I don’t know about that Hobi,” Namjoon chuckles. “You were meant for us my love, we would have found you one way or another.”

“We forgive you,” Jungkook kisses your hair. “Just don’t leave us.”

“We wouldn’t let you go even if you tried,” Tae voice rumbles in, leaning his face against your neck while the youngest holds you, still latched to your hand.

“You’re ours,” Jimin’s muffled voice comes from your lap, he’s pressed his face into you.

They would never let you go, and you don’t want them to. You thought all they wanted was love, but now you think you’ve reflected your own desire into them, they just wanted you.

[tteokdoroki]

— “TRUST YOU + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): two thousand words of pure sloppy filth written for your entertainment and inspired by an ask i got from my ♈️ anon, who asked me to imagine college katsuki teaching you how to give bjs,, so this is dedicated to them. i hope you enjoy this my fellow sinners! there’s a lot in this one so read the warmings!

warning(s): mdni, 18+. heavy smut, dark content, dub-con, forced photography, cheating, manipulation, power play dynamics, dacryphilia, slight infantilisation, throat fucking, blow jobs, cum play, facials, corruption!kink, praise!kink, fem!reader, mentions of boyfriend!sero and college!bakugou.

“suki, a-are you sure this is okay?”

your voice trembles as you lower yourself between bakugou’s thighs, both of them instinctively spread when your palms grip them with a slight nervousness. you’re so fucking stupid, so trusting but of course he’d never given you a reason to feel anything otherwise. your suki took care of you, an innocent girl from a small town— fresh look in her eyes from the moment you’d stepped onto campus.

of course you’d shaken more when you’d first met the blonde, he was big with dark and blood red eyes that spelled bad news if you didn’t look closely enough. and yet, you still trusted him because suki promised he would protect you from all the bad men and women and non binary folk on campus. he would always come swooping in to protect your chubby cheeks and doe eyed smile.

you always thought it was because he cared about you, your friends always told you that you were lucky your roommate even paid attention to you and suki always brushed away your doubts— but it was really because he dreamed of you, dreamed of taking away the very purity that shone within your bright eyes.

“‘course it’s okay princess, remember, suki always takes care of you. yer’gonna trust me, right?” bakugou reassures you, an evil glint hidden behind the soft smile he gives you while his large hand pats your cheek affectionately. his chest burns at how easily you lean into him, nuzzling his palm stupidly. you should consider yourself lucky that it’s katsuki who’s guiding your innocent hands to the tent in his pants and not some other guy from campus.

katsuki had seen the way they looked at you, watching the way your thick thighs bounced as you walked and their hungry eyes drifting down to your chest as you talked. it made him angry that other people looked at you as if you were just a piece of meat— which you were. but you were his little slab of ass and they needed to learn that. even your boyfriend; sero who made you cry twice a week over stupid things, needed to be taught a lesson.

after all; that’s how you ended up right where you were right now. between the legs of your roommate— drooling over your first cock like the dumb, hungry cock whore bakugou knew you really were. you wanted to learn how to make it up to sero and what better way to a man’s heart than a fuckin’ blowjob, right? the blonde had thought the best way to teach a virgin like you would be through a hands on experience.

he watches as the dark in your eyes takes over and your pupils dilate, fingers much smaller in comparison to the hard-on his pants hide. you palm bakugou lightly, mimicking the heavy petting your boyfriend had coaxed you into a few times before and watch with awe as your roommate shudders underneath your touch— a dark growl reverberating in his chest. “trust you,” you whisper quietly, the words slightly slurred as you begin to drool, growing hungry for your first taste of a real man. “b-but what if someone finds out suki, w-wont we get in trouble? what if sero—?”

leaning down to capture your lips, he pulls you into a honeyed kiss— grinning at the way your body leans into him, always so desperate for more. “no one will find out, sweetness, i won’t say anythin’ if you don’t,” he lives for the giggle that streams from between your lips and pats your cheek once when you look up at him earnestly. it was only a small lie, but bakugou would worry about that latter. “now how about’cha take out that cock ‘n i’ll show you how ta take it jus right.”

you nod so fast that you make yourself dizzier than you already are— the foreign feeling of lust building up at the forefront of your mind. katsuki could tell that you’d never seen a dick before, it was easy to tell from the way your bottom lip trembles at his sheer size alone; thick and weighty in a way that dwarfs your hand.

his tip is an angry shade of red that could rival that of his eyes, even while they drip with a desire to corrupt and ruin you. his mind runs wild with thoughts of bending you over the bed and fucking your virgin cunny until you’ve been given a proper reason to cry, the image of salty tears running down your hot cheeks alone causes fat drops of precum to ooze from the tip and onto your fingers.

“‘s big suki, dunno if i can take it,” you whine, lips pushing into a pout while your fingers say the opposite, hesitantly curling around bakugou’s thickness. he moans from deep within his chest at the sight of your hands barely able to close around him and bucks his hips up into your enclosed fist. you can’t help but watch, salivating at how beautiful your roommate looks while he fucks into your tight grip, spitting onto his own cock to ease the glide of your hand up and down him.

bakugou’s chest heaves, even as he starts leaning back on his elbows to get a better view— you’re doing so well for him, he can’t imagine letting you touch anyone else the way you touch him. you’re his and he plans on ruining everyone else for you. “you can. you will.” he spits out at you through gritted teeth, vermillion eyes hooded and voice authoritative. submissive as you are, you listen to him— because suki is never wrong, he knows best and if you listen to him you’ll learn well. “yer gonna start by gettin’ that mouth on me, kay sweetness? y’wanted to learn how to suck a cock butcha ain’t doin’ much suckin’.”

“but ‘suki—“

he doesn’t miss the way your hand freezes in hesitation and a nervousness takes over you— katsuki has already been so patient with you but that very patience is wearing thin, how is he going to teach you that he’s all you’ll ever need if you won’t fuck his cock like he’s asked. taking a fist full of your hair, the blonde drags you forward despite your whimpers and forces your mouth only inches from his twitching length.

“don’t you trust me sweetness? don’cha wanna get good at suckin’ dick... so your boyfriend don’t leave ya?” bakugou seethes, eyes swimming with darkness that almost scares you. you want to be good for him, nodding your head in compliance while tears sting at your pretty doe eyes. bakugou would apologise for that later, reassure you that you’re still his darling sweetness and that he never meant to make you cry but he can’t help the way his girth jumps at the view of your water eyes. your head jerks with every word he spits at you, frightened whimper sounding in your throat as you utter a weak ‘yes.’, only then does katsuki finally relent, bringing you close to his tip again and tapping it against your glossy lips. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought, princess. now open up.”

doing as you’re told, slowly take his engorged rip past plush lips— giving gentle kitten licks to the oozing centre. precum doesn’t taste as bad as you thought it would, maybe it’s because of katsuki and because of him the liquid is sweet against your tongue, making you eager to taste more. you feel so fucking good, albeit a little bit sloppy but a pleasured smirk burns against bakugou’s lips as you take him, your virgin mouth, hot and wet around him and if he didn’t know any better, he could cum in an instance.

“fuckin’ hell princess, that’s a good girl, y’sure you’ve never done this before...” he grunts out, fixated on the way you practically make out with his cock and the husky sound of his voice makes your innocent cunt flutter along with the praise. glancing up at the blonde above you, you moan at the way katsuki’s face contorts with pleasure— nothing like you’ve ever seen before and you desperately want him to make that face whenever you’re around. slurping noises fill the air as you practically make out with his cock— getting bolder and bolder with the way your tongue moves against him.

you make out with his cock like you’re kissing katsuki bakugou, he’d taught you that too.

his nails scratch against your scalp with every lap of your tongue to his length, mapping out the thick veins on the underside. you moan around him in a way that makes him shudder. the same hand in your hair moves to the back of your head, pushing you further down on bakugou’s cock and forcing more of himself down your tight throat.

“can’t believe no one’s thought to fuck your throat before, sweetness, s’fuckin’ tight. yer gonna let me use you right? yeah? you my good girl?” katsuki babbles mindlessly, intoxicated with the heat of your mouth and the way you sloppily drool all over him, a combination of your spit and his precum dripping between his weighty balls.

you’ve never made a man feel this good before, not even hanta has responded to your touch like this— and you could so easily become addicted to the way pleasuring katsuki makes you feel. the blonde’s hips jump up, cock hitting the back of your throat and you yelp on surprise— gagging at the unexpected and new feeling. hearing you gargle over his dick while you sloppily suck it down makes pride swirl in bakugou’s chest— accompanied by shallow thrusts deeper into your mouth.

what a mess he’s made of his sweet, innocent little roommate— he has you looking like pure sin as mixes of his arousal, your mascara and your tears cascade down your chubby cheeks like a waterfall. “fuck baby, suck me off, just like fuckin’ that, such a good fuckin’ girl for your suki...” he curses. “gettin’ close baby, why don’t you swallow for me— make me cum yeah?”

you do just that, attempting to bob your head up and down before swallowing around katsuki’s cock. you feel so proud of yourself when his hips and breathing stutter simultaneously— earning yourself a small victory. you want to be the reason your roommate cums, want him to be the course for his earth shattering pleasure...it’s the least you could do for the blonde after everything he’s taught you. this is your way of showing your gratitude for how much he’s taken care of you.

“gonna fuckin’ cum, gonna fuckin’ cum...atta girl sweetness,” bakugou praises you as your hand moves experimentally to squeeze at his balls, heavy with cum. his grip on you tightens and all he can think about is how pretty you’ll look when he’s stained your innocent, supple skin with all of his seed. he’ll mark you up as his, fuck your mouth so good that you’ll only ever drool over his cock. he wants you to long for him and only him. a strangled moan escapes katsuki when you let the spit gathered in your mouth, spew out against his girth and and all it takes is one sweet look from you before the cord in his stomach snaps.

“s-shit, fuck—oh god, fuck...” bakugou’s hips stall as he falls into orgasm, the world of colours flashing behind his vermillion eyes while his viscous hot seed fills your mouth and his dam of pleasure finally breaks. there’s not a thought in your mind as hot white paints your tongue, nothing aside from how good your roommate tastes and how much you yearn to taste him again.

not even sero comes to mind. he’s addictively sweet against your tastebuds and swallow every drop that katsuki has to offer— milking him for all of his worth and even lapping up the reminders of his release after he pulls from the confines of your mouth due to over sensitivity. “holy, fuck princess...” the blonde pants, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“did i do good, suki?” you ask with a muffled, sweet voice. your chin and cheeks are still messy with sticky globs of cum and the rims of your bambi eyes blackened with the traces of your eye makeup...you look like a fucking sin on legs and if he wasn’t so fucked out, bakugou would have claimed your mouth again.

using a thumb, and despite his breathlessness, bakugou leans forward and collects his arousal from your baby fat cheeks and pushes the digit past your cherry lips. he swears lowly as you eagerly suck on his thumb, cleaning it off as though you didn’t just take a mouthful of him already. “so good baby, suki’s s’fuckin’ proud of you, yeah?” he coos, patting your face softly before holding his arms out to pull you into his lap.

you wiggle happily at the praise, allowing yourself to be scooped up into your roomie’s arms as you whisper a small ‘thank you for teaching me, suki,’ to him. you’re so cute, so precious, curling in on the man like a defenceless baby before you fall asleep, a dirty mess in his arms. bakugou thinks to clean you up, but not before snapping a picture of your face dirtied with his cum.

you wouldn’t find out about it and it’s not like it mattered, you trusted your suki with all your heart...and even if he did send the picture to your boyfriend, hanta... it’s not like that mattered either— you’d thank him for it later, you always did after katsuki had taught you a lesson.

this would simply be a lesson to remind you, that you were always going to be his.

— TAGLIST: i didn’t tag you if i didn’t see an age in your bio lol

@bakugous-trauma @greenchild @luv-dum @souleatermia @younggoth136 @fullchonk @t0xic-todoroki @chou-maitresse @definitetrashlord

[countrymusiclover]

14 - Victors Reaping

Part 15

Victor's Daughter

"In addition to the 3rd Quarter Quell selection, another tribute shall be sent into the games. The tribute from District 12, Y/n Abernathy. Otherwise known as our Capital Princess."

Running through the woods I hear someone grunting in frustration and so I followed them. Seeing its Gale and he is extremely angry because his hands are bloody with splinters. I slide down the hill my hair is a disarray with the wind blowing aggressively. "Gale..." He whipped his head my direction, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. He steps up cupping my face in his hands smashing his lips down onto mine without any hesitation. Throwing my arms around his neck I kissed back feeling the kiss get salty from our tears until we break for air. “I don’t want to go - I’m going to die for sure this time!” I croaked in tears where he runs his hands down my arms sniffing through his own. “Hey, don’t say that. You don’t know-“ I cut him off raising my voice making my throat a little sore. “Of course I’m done for Gale. I’m going into an aren filled with trained killers. And I suck, I can barely get one of my knives to stick into a darn tree trunk!”

“So you’re giving up before you’re even in the fight. If Katniss did - if you’re father did that-“ I don’t let him finish his thought aiming pressing my hands against his chest. “Don’t you dare try and gilt trip me with my father!" He rolled his eyes shaking his head from side to side. "I just wish you would have more belief in yourself...I wish we weren't fighting the morning you have to leave." I cut him off slamming myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. His muscular arms wrapped around me, resting his chin ontop of my blonde hair. "Then let's not fight. I'm just...scared, Gale." We just stayed in the others arms for a few more minutes. Once I got home I pull on a dark blue shirt and some black jeans and brown boots. My hair hair completely loose to blow in the wind. Peacekeepers lead us to victor stands with Katniss in front, Peeta, then me and my father in the very back. He keeps his head tilted down to the ground until we walked up the staircase cameras directly facing on us.

My gaze stayed on Gale, Prim and her mother standing in the front row. Effie stepped up to the microphone dressed in a butterfly type dress. "Welcome, Welcome as we celebrate the 75th anniversary and 3rd Quarter Quell of the Hunger Games. As always, ladies first..." She picked up the little pieces of paper speaking into the mic again. "The female tributes from District 12. Katniss Everdeeen and Y/n L/n." She might as well say my real name. All of the district's know the truth now. Effie then picked up one slip of paper from the men's bowl. "The male tribute from District 12, Haymitch Abernathy." Katniss and I whipped our heads around in shock. I feel my lungs tightening in my chest at the thought of being in an arena with my father. "I volunteer as tribute." But Peeta declared not a second later. My father grabs his arm trying to stop him but Peeta yanks his arm from his hold standing up by the three of us.

Prim and her mother throw up the three fingers sign with Gale staring directly at me. Seconds after the rest of our district followed behind them. Glancing to mu father I raised my fingers following Katniss and Peeta. I feel a peacekeeper grab my arm dragging me backwards. "Y/n!" Prim called out trying to run forward but peacekeepers block her path. "Prim!" I called back seeing my father and Peeta get pushed onto the train. Katniss tried to break away from the general. "I get to say goodbye." He just responded as I try shoving the man away from me. "Straight to the train!" Gale comes to stand behind Prim as she kept calling out for us. "Katniss - Y/n!" The peacekeeper holding my arm tightened dragging me away from her. I don't even get a chance to say goodbye to my friend. That's not how this is supposed to go. "I love you, Gale. You and Prim!" I called out before I'm thrown onto the train, hitting my father's chest seeing he has disappointment expression on his face.

Once we're back in the Capital Cinna gives me a dress similar to Katniss's so when I twirl in it I have to ask. "So will this burst into flame?" He nodded with a smile moving my hair to the front over my shoulders. "Yes. But I have something special for the interviews for you." I glanced down to my feet with a weak smile until foosteps entered the room seeing my father. "Just look forward and no waving or smiling, sweetheart." I nodded watching him pull something out from in his grey suit pocket. A golden chain dangles from his left hand. A heart locket that he comes behind me, clipping it on for me. "What is this for dad?" He opens the front of it showing me in the mirror. "It's yours mother's...there's something I need to show you later tonight. But just keep your eyes forward." I closed the locket seeing a picture of my mother when she was young smiling.

"Am I finally allowed to be in the presence of the Capital Princess?" I stop playing with the locket, lifting my head up and seeing the District 4 male, Finnick Odair. Light brown hair and bright green eyes trailing me up and down. I keep my eyes locked on his trying to not blush at the fact he is shirtless. "Finnick Odair. I've heard about you." I spoke as he tosses something small into my chest. Opening my palm I see it's a sugar cub and that he is closer then he was a few minutes ago. "And yet this is the first I am meeting you Y/n L/n or should I say Abernathy....if we had met earlier we could have been a power couple." I roll my eyes already seeing he is agogent thinking that I cared about my image to the Capital. "Well let me tell you something, Finnick. I'm not concerned with fame. I just want to try and survive these games." He shoots me a bright smile mumbling as we are told to get on the chaurests. "Oh princess, if you really want to stay alive. Stick with me." He winked back at me as I climbed on behind Katniss and Peeta.

Do you think Y/n will team up with Finnick?

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards (Pt. VII)

(Technoblade X Reader) Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII

     Your eyes cracked open as soon as the sunlight spilled into the room, your eyebrows furrowed together and a hiss of pain spilled from your lips. You brought your arm in front of your face to block out the sun, Technoblade should've closed the curtains the asshole. As you pulled your hand away from your face you couldn't help but pause, a delicate golden band with a blue diamond sat on your ring finger. You sat up in surprise, immediately buckling in on yourself pain radiating through your abdomen. You licked your cracked lips before uttering a simple,

     "Ah fuck."

Something stirred next to the bedside, you turned your head in the direction of the sound, Technoblade was draped over the side of the bed. His hair was a rat's nest, sticking up at odd angles and ends, frizzing out in all directions. Drool was stuck to the bottom of his chin, his hands gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes screwed shut. He looked upset like he was having a bad dream. Looking around the room briefly, you noticed his robe and crown were hung up in the closet, food was left half-eaten on the vanity. How long had you been out? Trying to make as little noise as possible you slowly peered out the window, outside you saw a little shack built into the mountain. You must've been out a while if Technoblade is letting someone ruin his real estate value like that. Blinking in surprise you saw Ranboo emerge from underneath a hole, a smile spread across your lips as he paused and looked up at the window. You gave a small wave, his mouth appeared and his jaw dropped, he began to wave back enthusiastically before charging through the snow towards your home in a sprint. You knew you only had a few moments before the lanky boy burst up into the room, you carded your fingers softly through Technoblade's hair, you've never seen him in such a dead sleep. Normally, your stirring and movements would've woken him up minutes ago. Maybe Phil give him something to knock him out? That's a very likely answer.

     "Bubba's..." You cooed tenderly kissing his forehead, "Time to wake up." You felt him shift, his face scrunching up uncomfortably as his eyes blinked open. Dark bags were prominent as he grumbled in displeasure until his eyes focused completely on you, he sat up swiftly and grabbed your face. "Ow, gentler please."

    "You're awake." His voice quivered as he began stroking your face and cheeks, "You're actually okay." You tilted your head to the side in concern, his usual stern eyes filling with tears, "I thought you were dead." Technoblade held you close burying his face into your chest, his nails digging into your back. All you did was rub his shoulders and let him hold you like you were porcelain glass. "You were out for a week, Phil helped me tend to your wounds." He said after a few moments of silence, "NEVER do that to me again."

    "I can't make any promises but I don't plan on it." You smiled as he pulled away from you, his eyes still red from reluctant tears. Techno leaned forward to press a passionate kiss to your lips, his hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed you like it was his last moments with you. You saw fireworks erupt in your vision and you visibly melted into it, pressure you didn't know you had was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

     "Oh my god. I'm-I'm sorry." Ranboo sputtered, throwing open the door and tossing his hands over his eyes frantically. Techno practically threw you across the room, the only thing keeping you from falling over was his tail that had wrapped around your waist during your kissing session. His entire face was bright red,

    "Kid what the heck." He groaned, "Knock please."

     "Sorry I was just excited, I saw she was awake from the window." Ranboo rubbed the back of his neck, as he looked at the two of you.

     "Aw, were you worried about me?" A smile came across your face as the boy blushed furiously under your gaze, one cheek was bright red and the other was a bright green just like his eyes. He hesitantly bobbed his head in a nod and a soft, motherly look spread across your face. Technoblade saw the look you gave the teenager of the corner of his eye and his heart turned to mush in a matter of seconds, these kids were gonna be the death of you. "I'm sorry to have worried you, but look I'm a-ok now!" A smile spread across Ranboo's lips as he walked further into the room,

     "Well, that's a relief." He sat cross-legged on the floor smiling up at both of you, Technoblade sighed and ruffled his hair. His eyes widened looking up at the blade, little stars seemed to dance in his heterochromatic orbs.

    "Thanks for looking out for her. I'm sure Phil told you but you saved her life, I owe you one. I don't take that lightly." Technoblade nodded at him with a serious look on his features as he took his hand off of Ranboo's head. Ranboo looked shell shocked at the genuine honesty of your boyfriend, "Now never mention this to anybody or I'll kill you." The look of awe on his face fell immediately and it turned into a sheepish smile, his shoulders slumping forward.

    "There it is," Ranboo sighed. You couldn't help but let out a joyous laugh at the interaction, both men turned to look at you and grinned at one another, they were both happy to see you laughing.

    "So when did you move in with us?" You asked Ranboo with a hum gently stroking the top of Technoblades head once again. He had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a happy sigh, he hadn't felt your hand in his hair in so long could you really blame him? Ranboo looked thoughtful for a moment his eyebrows furrowing, he rubbed his claws together like he was searching for the answer.

    "Sorry I- oh! The day after you all blew up L'manberg again Phil came to me and asked if I had a place to stay. I obviously didn't have a place to stay anymore." He gave an awkward laugh, "So here I am."

     "Well, we are certainly happy to have you with us. Right Techno?"

    "Ehhh," You glared at him sharply and he held up his hands. "He's gotta prove himself first Princess you can't blame me for being on edge."

    "Eh, that's fair. Still, I'm just happy to be here." Ranboo beamed brightly unfazed by Technoblade's hesitance, something told him that Technoblade really didn't mind him living on his property. "Oh, I'll contact Phil and let him know you're alright! He'll probably want to know about your condition, yeah that's what I'll do."

Reaching out you took Ranboo's hand as he went to stand, he looked a little surprised as he stared at you. "You ever need anything, please don't hesitate to talk to me, I know that what happened was traumatizing. So please, I'm here for you if you need me." His ears seemed to press back against his head, his eyes widened considerably.

     "Thank you." He practically yelled pulling away from you to scurry out the door, he was completely and utterly flustered by your kind words. It reminded you so much of Technoblade when you first met him you couldn't help but smirk at him. He raised an eyebrow at you a frown gracing his features,

    "What?"

     "He acts exactly like you. He's going to fit in great here." Technoblalde looked at you like you had three heads,

     "Ya know, I can't believe I ever missed hearing your voice."

    "Oh fuck you." You gently cupped his chin and kissed the corner of his mouth, "I loved and missed you too you big lug." Technoblade closed his eyes and smiled adoringly at your gentle caresses, "So..." You whispered softly in his ear, "what's with the ring?" He tensed in your hold and you felt his forehead hit your shoulder.

    "An...an engagement ring." He admitted quietly, your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your lips. You hummed in response and began to pet his hair soothingly,

    "I thought a certain pig said that we'd only get married if I didn't get hurt."

     "Yeah well whoever that was sounds super cringe. Imagine basing a marriage on something like that. Men am I right?" It got a giggle out of you and he pulled away to flash you a smile, his large hand cupped your cheek and you snuggled into it.

You nodded your head, "Can't live with them clearly. Since all they do is lie." Technoblade nodded with a straight face, "but in all seriousness this for real? Cause like I'm totally gonna make out with you if it is."

     "Oh, it's super for real then."

    "Stop I'm being serious!" You whacked him lightly in the chest,

     "It's for real," His face lost its teasing smirk as you both locked eyes. "I'm head over heels for you (Y/N). You make me so happy, you're the only one in my life who makes me feel...feel normal," You watched his eyebrows furrow, "I knew I loved you and I knew that you were it for me." Technoblade sighed and leaned back picking up your hand and interlocking it with his own. You couldn't help but notice the golden band on his left hand, it mirrored your feminine ring perfectly. "When you were dying, or when I thought you were dying all I could think about was that we never got married. That we couldn't blow more governments up together or go on adventures. So yes, it's for real, I want to marry you officially if you want a small wedding we can do that if you don't want a wedding at all I don't care. I just wanna be yours forever."

Your heart fluttered in your chest and butterflies flew around in your stomach. As brutally honest as he always was he was more than a little emotionally stunted, you knew this was hard for him. You leaned forward and kissed him, it was long and passionate, you felt his fingers curl around your hair. As you pulled away you felt him try to chase your lips with a frustrated whine,

    "I wanna be yours forever Techno. You're everything I ever wanted in life, I've never been happier than when I'm by your side. All my life I've been a wanderer, going from place to place, never really having a home. You gave me the one thing no one has and it's exactly that, a home. Plus, you're so feral which is so hot." You added just to watch his face scrunch up and you felt him push you down against the pillows.

    "You ruined the moment. I changed my mind, the wedding is off." He huffed with no real feeling behind the words, "you should rest."

    "I've been resting. Help me get up I wanna go outside." You scoffed with an eye roll swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You noticed your ankle was wrapped in a tight bandage, you frowned wincing as you tried to put pressure on it. "Fuck, how long am I going to have to wear this?"

     "At least a month is what Phil said, we need to make sure there is no lingering damage. Can't have my anarchist wife not be able to cause trouble with me."

     "Oh? I'm still allowed to cause trouble with you?"

     "Obviously. Especially since I'm getting you a totem of undying just to cover all my bases." Technoblade stood up helping you to your feet, "you're doing great Princess, let's see if we can make it out front." You gave him a tentative smile as the both of you slowly made your way down the ladders and outside. You never thought you'd miss the cold winter weather stinging your cheeks but here you were. "Cold?"

    "Only a little." You smiled up at him and felt his cloak drape around your shoulders, he must've grabbed it before you left the room. You buried your face into the pure white fluff at the top and closed your eyes, it smelled like Technoblade and that brought you comfort. He usually smelled like gunpowder, shampoo, and cedarwood, it was by far your favorite smell. Technoblade's hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him. The both of you just stood there enjoying the flurries of snow as they fell down around you, his thumb gently brushing against your hip bone.

After a while of peaceful silence, Technoblade seemed to grow restless his gentle brushing turned into inconsistent taping, eventually, he pulled you in front of him only to begin to sway with you in your arms. "You getting bored?" You looked up at him and reached to cup his cheek in your hand, he hummed pleasantly at the contact.

     "A little."

     "Aw, my poor baby," You cooed and he grumbled under his breath at the sarcastic tone your voice took. "Kidding, don't get pouty I'm messing with you, if you want I can read to you? Or do your hair cause it's...a mess."

     "You mean you aren't head over heels in love with this unwashed rat's nest?"

     "Unwashed." Your nose scrunched you and he smirked wickedly, "I know that look. Don't you fucking dare-" You let out a shriek as Technoblade began to rub his head against your cheek, making his hair fall over your shoulders. "TECHNO! TECHNOBLADE YOU ASSHOLE STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"

     "What? I'm being loveable and soft. Is this not what you want?" He purred holding you tighter against him as you wiggled in his arms trying to break free of his vice-like grip.

You growled at him, "NO! You dick!" Technoblade could only snicker at your dismay but pulled away from you per your request.

    "I'll go shower," He pulled away to scratch at his head "want me to set you up by the fireplace? I'll meet you there when you're done?"

    "As long as you shower I'll do whatever," You huffed and he snickered picking you up to carry you inside the house. "Stinky pigman," His face shifted into the said creature and he poked you with his nose. You rolled your eyes as he sat you down on a chair, reaching up you scratched his snout, he made a dulcet sound before pecking the side of your head. The fire popped and crackled as the heat warmed your frozen cheeks. Snowflakes melted in your hair making you shiver from the brief chill they let off, closing your eyes you took in a deep breath of air.

Married, you couldn't believe you were actually getting married...to the man of your dreams no less. You held up your hand in front of you and traced the delicate details on the band, you felt at peace, this wedding needed to happen as soon as possible. You barely wanted to waste any more time, god knows what could happen in the next coming months, who was going to come and try to kill the both of you again. You'd have to mention it to Technoblade when he came back to see if he was okay with basically eloping. You stretched like a cat snuggling into the cushions, you'd have to get a dress though because you're not showing up to your own wedding in Netherite armor. Floorboards creaked above your head signaling Technoblade was out of the shower and getting ready to come to greet you downstairs.

You turned away from the sound, your lips pressing into a thin line as you let out a shaky breath. Tommy had been discovered under the floorboards of this very house after the rough start you had bonded with the rambunctious teen and wanted to keep him safe. Obviously, everyone knew how that ended, a part of you hoped you weren't projecting that lost care onto Ranboo. It wouldn't be fair to Ranboo if you treated him like another Tommy, the child you wish you could've helped.

Twirling your fingers around your (h/c) hair you only delve deeper into those thoughts. You wanted to help Ranboo, you wanted to help all the kids, the trauma they all have gone through had to be tremendous. Ranboo living on the property was a start, away from the crater of a failed country and anyone who would want to hurt him. You were going to protect him, this wasn't going to end up like Tommy's betrayal, you'd make sure of it.

TINK

Technoblade would probably call you insane if you mentioned this plan to him, but then again he was never one to feel pity or sympathy for those he didn't consider family. Even so, you hoped this boy would open up to you and consider you a parental figure in his life. Hopefully, Technobalde would warm up to him as well, you both all could be a little family.

TINK

Okay...maybe that was jumping the gun. You barely know him, for all you know he could secretly be helping Dream as a double agent or something. Okay, (Y/N) now you ARE being insane that's absurd.

TINK, TINK

What the FUCK was that sound. You turned to the window and could only make out a little smiley face in the corner of the glass, for some reason unease settled in your stomach. Where did that come from?

    "Princess?" His sonorous voice filled the room crashing over you like a wave of clarity amongst the ever-growing fog of your mind.

You jolted in your seat before turning towards your fiance, "Hi bubbas."

    "Hallo," Technoblade was shirtless his scars on full display as well as his muscles. One was way more important than the other to you, you can guess which one. His pajama pants sat loosely on his hips as he wandered over to sit in front of you, his head resting between your thighs. You had to hold back a giggle at the pleased look on his features, his hands came up, giving them a soft squeeze.

     "You having fun?"

Yes. OBVIOUSLY. You could crush our head with those thighs, so yes. So soft. We need to stay here forever.

     "They're okay," He replied casually as your fingers carded through his pink hair. "I definitely don't want you to try crushing a watermelon."

     "Oh my god." Your shoulders began to shake and you placed your forehead on top of his own, he only smiled softly. Your laughter was sweet and made him think of a small little bell chiming in the air.

     "You're gonna braid my hair now right?"

     "Obviously."

    "Thank you, Princess."

You were a little taken aback by his genuine tone, there was no hint of sarcasm or his usual teasing voice.

You love him more than all the stars in the sky.

He looked up at you with his big red eyes, as you began massaging his scalp. He let out a throaty moan, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your blunt nails on his scalp. "Jesus Princess, you're a goddess."

     "As long as you never say I rival Aphrodite you can call me a goddess all you want." He laughed and nodded his head,

     "You have yourself a deal."

     "I can't wait to marry you as soon as possible."

     "You're really obsessed with me huh? You a fangirl? That's a little creepy not gonna lie."

     "Oh, I'm your BIGGEST fan. I live in your house and sleep in your bed."

    "Cringe," You rolled your eyes dramatically but pecked his lips stroking his cheek with your thumb.

    "Seriously though, can it happen as soon as we can."

    "How do three days from now sound? Just so we can plan properly and gather some things we need- if you want a like actually wedding." You nodded eagerly,

     "Yes, please. That's all I need."

    "Then it's settled."

The smile on your face was all he needed to know he made the right decision not only in marrying you but rushing the wedding,...three days. Oh shit, he was gonna be a husband in three days. The voices in his head collective said one phrase,

We're fucked.

~~~

Hi guys! Thanks for all the love for my story! Have fun with this chapter, a Karlnapity x reader might be in the works next. Not that this story is over, after all there’s still a wedding to attend. 

ALSO please go read my friend quackity-love-bot’s new fic! Here’s the link: https://quackity-love-bot.tumblr.com/post/642241693382557696/skyfall

Enjoy ;)

[honeybunnybeez]

IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XXI

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, violence, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The reader faces her past.

Note: We’re gonna keep going til this is over...hopefully ;)

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I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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MASTERLIST

You looked down the hill on the castle you grew up in. The road behind you didn’t seem as long as that before you, your destination not an hour away. You sat on a rock as Peter paced and muttered under his breath. You closed your eyes and thought of Elina. You knew she was safe with Zemo and that made the distance easier.

Before you left Heinrich’s Creek, you’d held her as long as you could. You kissed her all over and handed her over with tears in your eyes. Zemo promised you would see her again but you knew it was unlikely. He did too and he had never been one to lie for the sake of emotion. It struck you deeply and you kissed him just as desperately.

“So… we walk straight up to the gates and what? Hope for peace?” Peter asked.

You fixed the collar of your tunic and gripped your cane, “we’ll get her back, Peter,” you promised as you pushed yourself up. You were dressed as a man, it made travel easier and the two of you less conspicuous, “you have rope?”

“Rope? Uh, yes, but--”

“We’ll leave my horse up here. May will need it,” you said as you neared him, “get the rope.”

“Why--”

“Peter, we came this far knowing what needs to be done,” your chest stirred with dread though you were consigned to your fate, “tie it around my neck, get up on your horse, and take me down that hill.”

“I--”

“He can’t think I’m here on my own will, he’ll know. You make him think you only want your aunt and you leave with her as quick as you can,” you voice cracked and you inhaled deeply, “I’m doing this for my daughter. So she can live without men like him.”

“You don’t have to die for it. Zemo, he can help--”

“He can’t. Not swift enough to save May,” you shook your head, “we’ve taken long enough to get here. Now tie me up and let us go.”

He looked at you and shuttered. He frowned and went to his saddlebag. He took out the length of rope and you raised your head as he wound it around your neck quietly. He knotted it and you leaned on your cane.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he finished.

“No, you don’t have to be,” you said, “when we get close, if you see him, you yank on me. As hard as you can. Make him think I am as much your captive as she is his.”

“I can’t--”

“Peter, you have to be strong. I won’t have your aunt die for me. Not like your uncle. I lived, he didn’t. I owe you much more than you ever did me,” you uttered, “Now get on your horse.”

He hung his head and nodded. He mounted and wrapped the end of the rope around his hand. He nicked and set off along the path. You stumbled and limped behind him, your cane skidding over the stones and mud. It was well into fall and the land was cold and wet. You were careful on the incline not to slip and saved yourself several times with the wooden stick.

He kept looking back the closer you got to the gates and you hissed for him to keep his eyes forward. He could blow it all after everything. He pushed his shoulders back as he approached the guards at the wall and he stopped just a little away from them. They stood at attention and gripped their pommels.

“Who goes there?” one asked and the men shared a look of recognition before Peter could answer.

“Lord Barnes is awaiting his bounty,” Peter said stonily, “I have her but he must first return what is mine as he swore to.”

“This is her?” The man at the left side of the iron gates asked.

“It’s her, you dolt,” the other interjected, “you remember her, don’t you? And look, she’s all messed up from the horse.”

“Where is Lord Barnes?” Peter insisted.

“Aye, in a moment,” the man clanged on the gate with his mailed elbow, “Oswald, fetch the lord. Tell him Lord Parker has come for the crone.”

You shifted and leaned heavily on your cave. You focused on your breath as it threatened to quicken to panic. You had weeks, months to prepare for him but you could never be ready. You shook and struggled to keep afoot. You knew only cruelty awaited you, even if he did believe your lies.

It was a time before you heard anything more. Peter grew impatient as his horse spat and snorted in kind. At last you heard footsteps and suddenly Peter tugged harshly on the rope. You fell to your knees as he spoke, boots mulching in the mud.

“Lord Barnes, I have your whore,” Peter called out, “Where is my aunt?”

You looked up as you clutched your cane and felt along the rope at your throat. Your eyes met Barnes’ and time seemed to stand still. His hair was even longer than before, his beard too. There were threads of silver through both and his left shoulder was barren of its former attachment.

“You are fortunate I had the patience to wait on you,” Barnes growled, “your aunt is alive… though I cannot say she is happy about it. You give me my woman first and I’ll give you yours.”

Peter hesitated. “How do I know it is not a trick?”

Barnes raised his hand and signaled to some unseen person. There was a creak and more footsteps. May was dragged up in her stained shift, a patched cloak draped crookedly over her shoulders.

“See, she’s all here,” Barnes called, “Now you hand her over and I’ll do the same. Fair trade.”

Peter looked over his shoulder as you stood and you lowered your chin. It was a subtle nod. Do it.

A guard came forward and he bent to hand over the rope as the gate was opened with the crank. You were taken off your feet again as the armored goon wrenched you meanly and laughed.

“I will have you stripped and whipped if you do it again,” Barnes warned as he came forward, his hand on May’s elbow, “give him the old lady.”

He released May as you were led through the gate and as you passed May she glanced at you. Your eyes met and she knew. There was an unspoken and piteous gratitude in her eyes. You hobbled onward and felt fingers closed around your arm. You lifted your head as Barnes grabbed you and pulled the rope slipped from the guard’s grasp.

“Close the gate. Let the boy go,” he demanded.

He said nothing more and turned back and hauled you with him. His hand slid from your arm and followed the length of the rope as he wounded it around his knuckles. You barely kept up with him as your cane bounced off the ground and you walked unevenly beside him. His silence was unsettling.

You passed through the wide doors of the castle and he huffed as you staggered across the stone. He spun you suddenly and kicked your cane out from under you. The stick rolled away from you and he bent to scoop you up over his shoulder, the rope straining at your neck.

“You won’t be walking much,” he snarled as he set off up the stairs.

You quivered and grasped at the back of his tunic. His hand held your thigh firmly and he squeezed, as if making certain you were real. The fear bubbled in your chest and all your plans fell to the floor like your cane had.

He swept into his room and kicked the door closed. He tossed you down on the bed as he let the rope free and you bounced violently on the feather mattress. He was quick to follow and straddled you under him. His hand roughly felt along your cheek and lips, lingering on your scar as he stared at you.

“I thought…” he rasped as his eyes bore into you, “did you laugh to think of me mourning you?”

“No, my lord, I…” you croaked. You were that girl again, that maid, terrified. “I never--”

“I cried for you,” he sneered, “I buried you!”

“My lord,” you grabbed his wrist as his fingers stretched across the rope, “please--”

“Did he make a good whore of you? Huh? Did you prefer him to me?”

“He took me against my will. I was not aware even that he did until it was too late--”

“I know,” he hissed as he leaned over you, his hot breath scoured your skin, “I know about our child.”

“I…” you shook your head, “I-- I--”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t--”

“You know!” he shouted, “you know!”

“I don’t. Zemo… he fled when Peter got hold of me. Like the coward you know him to be--”

“Stop lying--”

“I am not lying, I swear it, my lord,” you pleaded, “you have me. You don’t need the child.”

“It is my child,” he barked, “mine. You would keep her from me as you kept yourself.”

“No, I cannot-- I didn’t run. He took me. I never asked for it--”

“You will tell me where they are,” he backed off of you and grabbed the loose end of the rope again. 

He flipped you and moved your hands to the middle of your back. He snapped at you not to move as he looped the rope around your wrists and struggled with one hand to pull it tight. He tested it with a violent tug that jolted your entire body. His fingers hooked into the back of your breeches and he ripped them down.

You yelped as he struck you with his hand. You kicked out and tried to stand. He pushed you back down with his foot and smacked your ass again.

“Stay,” he bid as he moved around behind you, “stay or it will only be worse… but I suppose it must be before you tell me.”

You twined your fingers together and pushed your head into the mattress as you braced yourself. You listened to him behind you and as he walked across the room. He opened the door and called to someone. You did not hear his orders, only the feet that shuffled to do as he wished.

He waited until they returned and the door closed heavily. There was a tap, tap, tap, as he neared you and you looked down past your shoulder at the sparkling head of your cane. He lifted it in his hand and rested it against your ass.

“Perhaps I spoke too soon when I said we would not need this,” he said.

He pulled back the cane and brought the wood down with a crack across your rear. You scream at the agony it sent up your spine. He did it again and your legs flailed helplessly.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you sobbed.

He struck you once more and asked the same question. You gave the same answer. The same thing, over and over. At least a dozen before he stilled. He brushed the wood against your bare skin and bent over you.

“I could have loved you. I wanted to,” he said, “we could have loved the child, too. Children… we could’ve had a whole litter.” He poked your ass with the cane as he stood straight and grazed between your legs with a hum, “Gods, we could just try for another right now.”

You closed your eyes and bit down. He withdrew the wood once more and his boot scuffed over the stone. He took a deep breath and let it out.

“In due time,” he said as he hit you again, “where the fuck is my child?”

You wept into the bedcover and thought of Elina. Thought of her in Zemo’s arms, the way she pulled his beard, and the way he smiled back at her, at you. You couldn’t tell him where they were if you wanted to. You never would. And if you suffered for it, Barnes would only suffer more. He would never know the only good piece of him to remain in the world.

[mrskurono]

a/n: I just used @semisgroupie​ collab event as an excuse to write something so fucking self indulgent instead :> word count: 1.6k tags: pwp, semi established relationships (reader and Makki are a thing but you’ve known Kindaichi this entire time), mmf threesome, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (no overstim), slightly possessive Makki, dumber than shit Kindaichi, um I just wanna fuck both of them this is fairly tame, semi unedited  character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq), Kindaichi Yuutarou (hq) synopsis: Makki’s always supported his underclassmen, even when they’re not even in high school anymore. Your boyfriend is just that sweet of a guy and you love tagging along to cheer on your friend’s in their volleyball games after high school. So when Kindaichi’s poor playing with the Tamaden Elephants reveals that the poor man is just feeling lonely and unwanted after Kunimi has been too busy for him, well, it’s up to his supportive ex-upperclassmen to cheer him up.

Legs spread. Both sets of eyes on the man between your parted legs.

Only Makki was daring enough to fill the air with more than a moan.

“Fuck- Don’t stop. That’s right, let her paint your face with her juices-”

Makki’s lewd words filled the air as he sat behind you. Chin resting on your shoulder as he lovingly watched his ex team mate run his tongue up and down your slit with eagerness. Kindaichi’s cheeks glistening with your juices as you squeezed his love drunk face between your thighs and smiled.

“You’re even more handsome like this Yuutarou.” A shiver was sent through your body when the 6′4 middle blocker did as Makki had said and didn’t stop with his tongue grazing over your clit. Sloppy and not as assured of himself as your boyfriend was. The way his undercut scraped your thighs and his broad calloused hands from years of volleyball gripped your thighs, it all made up for it with his excitable licking.

“Talk like that....in front of me,” Makki teased, lips dancing over your neck when he threw his touch into the mix. His hands not hesitant at all to spread your legs further apart, “That might hurt my feelings.”

“Tch-” A short snort through clenched teeth as Makki stifled your immediant reply with his fingers replacing Kindaichi’s tongue on your clit. Touching exactly how he knew would cause you to come undone. You inhale sharply and dig your fingers into his thighs at your sides, “You wanted this...Don’t lie to him.”

Kindaichi’s eyes lightened up to his ex upper classman. All of which Makki couldn’t help smile slyly and shrug, “Guess your handsome like this. So why don’t you shove your fingers in her already?”

“Really?” Kindaichi piped in a little shaky. Thrilled at the idea but he didn’t know where to look. From your face, too Makki smiling at him or the scene right in front of him as he saw your lips spread apart and Makki’s fingers working diligently at your clit.

Makki kissed the side of your neck and grinned at his ex under classman, “The lady wants it. Look how wet she is for you.”

No need to be told twice Kindaichi drew his fingers up along your soaked core. Covered in mostly his spit it didn’t make a difference as he eased one finger inside you. Use to Makki’s fingers, someone else’s sent every nerve in your body on fire. Writhing under the touch until you urged him to put another one in. Kindaichi a wonderful listener. In no time he had his fingers knuckle deep in you going with the motion of your hips rolling into his fingers.

“Wait wait wait-” You gripped his wrist stalling his motion. Kindaichi in a panic looked up at you certain he did something wrong. Not expecting to hear the next words off your lips, “I wanna cum on your cock.”

“W-What-” Kindaichi stumbled, immediately feeling the ache to his poor neglected member. He nor Makki had seen any action since both of them flocked to your naked body the second the master bedroom shut, “I mean- But you two- I can’t-”

“Hey, if she wants it,” Makki smiled as he leaned back and brought you with him into the reclining position against his chest, “Then by all means give the woman what she wants.”

Giddy at the aspect almost, Kindaichi didn’t even waiver on the fact this was his old team mates girlfriend. Something so exciting about it he was above you in no time at all. Lining his hips up with yours as Makki slowed his rubbing along your clit.

“Mmm fuck, don’t tease now,” You move your hips up as Kindaichi spent far longer than he needed just grinding up against you.

“S-Sorry sorry-” Kindaichi swallowed the lump in his throat, just the warmth from your core as he saw his cock coated in your juices was making it mind bogglingly hard to contain himself. 

Much slower than Makki ever did, Kindaichi buried himself in you as slowly as possible. Moans escaping the man’s lips as you stopped clutching at Makki’s legs and opted to wrap your arms around Kindaichi’s shoulders. By the time you felt him exhale and the weight of his hips bear on yours, you swore you were already loosing your mind.

“Don’t keep her waiting of course,” Makki cooed to the both of you as he danced his well trained fingers around your clit a bit faster, knowing damn well how good it felt to have you tighten around his cock so there was no doubt in his mind that Kindaichi probably felt like he was already gonna blow.

Face hovering inches away from yours. Caged between his long arms. You drew your fingertips along the buzzed hairline and yanked Kindaichi down into a heated kiss. You were going to cum from Makki’s finger no matter what. Having Kindaichi fuck you through it only seemed like a real plus.

And a plus it was. Something intoxicating about being in your boyfriend’s lap as your long standing crush fucked you into him. Makki kissing along your neck. Kindaichi’s lips hardly able to stay against yours. His panting and Makki’s lewd teasing filling the air between the three of you. Each swipe of Makki’s finger along your sensitive clit paired with the way Kindaichi’s cock hit just the right spot to take you past the point of no return.

“S-Shit! Yuutarou! Fuck me don’t stop-” A sloppy excuse of a kiss. You didn’t care as every inch of you shuddered under the Tadamen player’s body. Legs twitching. Hips bucking. You rode out your orgasm on Makki’s attentive fingers and Kindaichi’s cock without hesitation. In no time that was matched with Kindaichi’s gasping moan against your lips. 

A twitch to his cock and the ragged thrusts. Suddenly another man aside from Makki filling you to the brim with cum.

Heaving breathes didn’t last long. Gathering yourself from your orgasm with Kindaichi draped on top of you. The post sex glow would have to wait. 

Quick to move you both around. Makki was no longer something for you to longue on. In fact he ushered Kindaichi along his way. Didn’t seem to matter though as he was happy to collapse beside you. With the insistence on Makki’s part to keep kissing on your neck and shoulder. So he did just that as the other man wedged his way between your legs. Kindaichi’s cum still dripping from you when Makki smiled down at you.

“Hey beautiful,” Makki teased with a grin knowing damn well you were a little fuzzy for a good retort.

“Fuck me,” You sigh still tingling from Kindaichi’s little gift. His insistent kissing on your neck not much help either as you held his face close to you and let the excitable man press into you even as Makki brought his face to yours.

“Oh, I intend to.” Slipping his cock, swollen and leaking, against your cum covered pussy lips. Makki swiped his cock only a handful of times in the mess before pressing slowly into you. Watching as Kindaichi’s cum leaked around his cock. Each twitch of your cunt pushing more of the thick creaminess out in favor of the cock you knew and loved.

Comparable in size both men had you gripping onto something just as Makki bottomed out in you. Savoring the moment your already tight cunt was doing around his cock with the sticky cum now soiling both of you.

“Mmm, I like the way this looks,” Makki leaned down, his breath against your cheek as you kissed on Kindaichi, “I think I could get use to fucking Yuutarou’s cum into.”

“Maybe add your own to the mix huh?” You remark as you turn Kindaichi’s attention up towards Makki. Instead of you kissing your boyfriend. You usher the ex team mates to kiss each other.

And no peck on the lips. A second of hesitation and both men were locking lips with no reservations. Leaving you to kiss on Kindaichi’s neck and hear him moan into Makki’s lips. All of course as you boyfriend slowly started thrusting into you.

Just as intoxicated as you had been with Makki holding you as Kindaichi fucked you. Makki was not immune to the feeling of Kindaichi’s lips against his and your cunt around his cock. Struggling to hold on as you cooed at them both. Watching them get more and more into the kissing. Kindaichi’s free hand moving down to find your clit. Mimicking what he saw Makki do best as he could in his situation. You helped as you moved your hips up against Makki’s and lightly gripped Kindaichi’s forearm the more persistent his fingers became on your clit. 

“Fuck-” Makki growled against Kindaichi’s lips. Still unable to tear himself away both men moaned into their heated exchanged. You could care less as you felt a second orgasm washing over you. Kindaichi’s fingers coated in your slick as your body shuddered under Makki. The milking of your cushiony cunt and Kindaichi’s lips were simply too much. 

Just as his ex team mate had done moments before. Makki rutted his hips into yours. As deep as he could manage as his own orgasm stole low groan from him. Filling you with a second load. Both men’s cum mixing inside you as Makki refused to pull out.

Collapsing on top of you Makki heaved a few breathes between a tired chuckle to himself. Kindaichi sheepishly burying his face in your neck as you reached up and lazily combed your fingers through both men’s hair separately. The sensation of cum dripping out of you as Makki stubbornly refused to pull out. More than alright though as both men glued themselves to you. Smiling you settle down under them when you can feel Kindaichi’s cock hard again against your thigh. This was going to be a regular thing and there was no mistaking you liked it.

[quiet-onset]

Opening Up

Pairing: Frank Castle x Black!reader

WC: 4.5k+

Warnings: slight angst, 18+, IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, DO NOT INTERACT!! Unprotected sex (no glove, no love guys), female-receiving and male-receiving oral, overstimulation, mild choking, very slight d/s

Frank Castle was never one for opening up. The last time that happened — it wasn’t pretty. He’d lost the people he’d cared about most. So, he kept himself closed off.

That is, until he met you.

In that dark, dank bar, full of criminals and gang leaders, you stuck out like a sore thumb. Compared to the meatheads surrounding you, you were a delicate flower. A rose that grew from the cracks in the sidewalks, refusing to bend or break for anyone. Stunning brown skin complementing a little baby blue dress that made Frank’s mind foggy, you sat at the bar and made friendly conversation with the bartender. 

Frank had come to the bar loaded with a single pistol and his bare fists, prepared to take down as many of those criminal fucks as he could. He didn’t even break a sweat because he knew he could handle every man in that bar with one hand tied behind his back. But he hesitated — Frank Castle hesitated — when he saw you.

Unfortunately for him, Frank was a hard man to miss.

He hadn’t been in the bar for too long before he was surrounded. Not that it mattered much. He took on man after man, brute after brute, with no fear in his heart. Hell, some men ran out as soon as they witnessed the sheer force that Frank unleashed. He fought until it was just him, you, and the bartender. Frank, battered and bloody, turned to the bartender, “You know why I’m here? Huh?”

The bartender, instead of using his common sense, immediately grabbed the gun he kept under the counter. Frank did the same, flicking off the safety as he tried to get a clear shot. The bartender scurried around the bar and grabbed you, nudging the barrel against your temple. “One step, and I’ll blow her fucking br—”

Just as quick, you grabbed his wrist and reared your elbow into his gut. As he groaned and doubled over, you snatched the gun from him and threw it on the floor near Frank.

When Frank lowered his gun with a stunned look on his face, you turned to him. In a quiet voice, sweet and smooth like honey, you shrugged and said, “I took a self defense class.”

That was when he knew he’d have to rethink the whole ‘not opening up’ thing.

Months later, you found yourself in Frank’s small apartment in the Bronx. You knew what he did, of course. He’d come home late at night many times with cuts and bruises that you’d gladly patched up. He still couldn’t help feeling like he didn’t deserve your presence. Like he wasn’t worthy of your kindness and patience. But of course, in normal Frank fashion, he kept it to himself.

You noticed him getting a little distant, more than usual. There were no more of the small things. The hand on your lower back as he passed you in the hall. The cute little pet names he always called you but would never admit to. He even stopped reaching for you at night when he came home late. You hated seeing him close in on himself, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

When Frank walked in at three in the morning, you were wide awake with a cup of tea in your hands. Despite his sore, aching muscles and wishing he could just be numb, his heart warmed at the sight of you in his t-shirt and jacket. Legs folded under you as you pulled the jacket sleeves into your hands, he gazed and wondered why someone as gentle and kind as you would ever give him the time of day. He paused in the entrance, clearing his throat. “I didn’t think you’d be up.”

“I wanted to wait for you.” You set your cup on the coffee table as you look at the gash on his lower torso. “You’re hurt.”

He chuckled quietly, slightly wincing when he touched it. “I’m always hurt.”

“Let me patch it up for you.”

“I can do it.” He reached for the first aid kit you kept in the side table, but you placed your soft hand over his bruised, calloused one.

“I know. But let me.”

Frank heaved out a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t say no to you. The tension between you was thick as he walked around the table to the couch. His heavy boots clunked against the hardwood floor until he stood tall above you. As he looked down at you, you took his hand in one of yours and his bicep in the other, pulling him gently down to sit next to you.

He watched you closely as you opened the first aid kit. As you pulled out the alcohol and a wad of gauze, he leaned forward and reached under the table. “Frank, sit back.”

“I am, just give me a second.”

When he leaned back with a bottle of brandy and some painkillers in hand, you chuckled and shook your head. “How long has that been under there?”

“You kidding?” He finally cracked a small smile. “I’ve got bottles stashed all over this place.”

You gently wiped the wet gauze across the gash, pausing when he took a sharp breath of air. You smiled up at him before focusing again on his wound. “You sure you don’t have a problem?”

“I’ve got a lot of problems, but drinking ain’t one of them.”

He pulled the cork out of the bottle and took the pills with a quick drink as you reached for the needle and thread. Frank was used to being wiped down and stitched up, but he never seemed to get used to having you do it. His heart always pounded against his chest like the beat of a war drum. It was uncomfortable in the best way — the kind that pushes you out of your comfort zone. 

“What was it this time?” You asked softly.

“Human trafficking ring.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” His breath hitched as the needle passed through his skin once more. “There’s still two more sects to deal with, but I figured I should stitch this up first. Can’t help anyone if I’m dead.”

You chuckled and wiped away the remaining blood, finishing up his stitches. “Frank Castle finally learned to think rationally? It’s a miracle.”

Frank felt the tension between you melt away as he chuckled at your teasing and giggling. “You think that’s funny, huh?” Ignoring the pain in his abdomen, he swung his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you tight. “You got jokes now, is that it?”

Soon, the laughter died down and the silence set in. Just you and him, staring into each other’s eyes. You could feel his impending apology radiating off him as you leaned just a bit closer. “I was worried about you.”

“I know.”

“You can’t just shut me out.”

“I know.” Frank grabbed your other hand. “I’m sorry.”

You paused and glanced down at your intertwined hands. It was such a stark contrast — the scars and calluses on his large hands while your rich brown skin was smooth and soft, free of almost any marks. Still, you believed that was why you worked together. You supported each other in unimaginable ways. And as crazy as it sounded, you weren’t sure what you would do if Frank disappeared from your life. It was a beautiful feeling to love someone like that, but it still made your heart drop to your stomach during moments like these. “Don’t do it again.” 

He smiled down at you. “Yes, ma’am.”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips as he leaned in closer. “You gonna kiss me now?”

“I was planning on it.”

“Good.”

The first kiss was short and gentle, Frank’s apology to you. The second was a bit more intense. His tongue dragged across yours, and it was so excruciatingly intoxicating that you couldn’t help but move closer to him. Frank pushed his jacket off your shoulders and flung it onto the floor behind the couch. Suddenly, you both needed to be as close as possible. You helped him get his clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. 

Frank realized then that you were staring at his scars, as you usually did. He wasn’t insecure about them, but they were reminders of the things he did. Sometimes, they brought back memories he’d rather not relive. So, you, being intuitive, always paid special attention to them. You delicately ran a hand across his pecs and down his torso, scratching lightly over his scars — but carefully avoiding his stitches — as you placed wet kisses along the column of his neck. That combination never failed to make his breath hitch in his throat. 

Then, suddenly filled with the urge to make you feel good, he cupped your sex with his large calloused hand. The heel of his hand pushed into your clit, and you were putty in his hands. He felt your body shudder as you let out the sweetest sigh in his ear. “Let me take care of ya.” He said in a quiet, gruff voice. 

You let him gently push you back onto the couch, your chest heaving as Frank lowered himself onto the floor. Looking up at you, his entire world, he couldn’t have felt luckier. You went to pull him back up, worried about his stitches, but he only pushed your hands back. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just let me do this for ya.”

His hand travelled up your bare thighs, pushing up the end of his T-shirt to reveal your simple cotton panties. As Frank marveled at the wet spot that began to soak through them, you squirmed shyly. “If I’d known this was gonna happen, I’d have worn something better.”

“Whaddya mean? This is perfect.” His hand pressed into your inner thigh, he ran his thumb across the wet spot with a hum. It was a light touch, not enough pressure for any real satisfaction but just enough to evoke a gentle sigh from your lips. “You’re perfect.”

Slipping his fingers under the waistband, he pulled them down your thighs and tossed them over his back. He wasn’t sure where they landed — he was too preoccupied with the goddess before him. 

It took a lot to get Frank Castle on his knees, yet you seemed to do it effortlessly. Just a simple gesture and he was on his knees, ready to praise you, to worship you and your body. He briefly wondered if this was what it was like to have a religious awakening, but he couldn’t see past what was before him. All that talk with Murdock about sin and faith, right and wrong, it all went out the door when he met you. How was he supposed to understand any of that when the gods walked among them — you sitting before him as living proof?

He was pulled from his trance as you placed a hand on his cheek. “Hey, you okay?” You asked softly.

Looking up at you, he nodded before placing his hands under your knees and pulling you forward. “Better than.” He replied gruffly. With your legs over his shoulders, he lowered his face to your pussy, licking one long, thick stripe from your opening to your swollen clit. “Just hold onto me.”

You knew Frank was going to take his time with you when he started slow. As much as you loved the way Frank would sometimes bury his face so far into you that he could barely breathe, you preferred when he slowed down, breaking you down until you were whimpering nonsense above him. There was something more intimate about it, like he was finally allowing himself to be vulnerable. And although you could only catch glances of his hypnotizing eyes, gasping and writhing as his tongue brushed through your folds and licked up all you had to offer, you saw Frank become himself. He was no longer the Punisher or a veteran or a suffering widower. He was simply Frank.

And what a marvel he was. 

To the edge and back, over and over, Frank brought you teasingly close to release time and time again. Whether it had been thirty minutes or three hours, you couldn’t tell. You could only focus on the way he stared at you as he flicked at your clit, picking up speed. You whined when he slid a single finger into you, realizing he wasn’t going to look away. He wanted to see you come. 

“You gonna come for me?” Frank asked, his voice thick with lust. You couldn’t do much but moan and nod your head as he curled his finger inside you, pressing on the soft spot inside you that had you seeing entire galaxies behind your eyes. “Atta girl.”

He removed his finger, making you pout, but they were quickly replaced by his tongue. As he licked into you, his nose began to nudge at your clit, and you were clutching to the couch cushions. Somewhere between heaven and earth, Frank noticed your scrambling and reached out his hands. You intertwined both your hands with his, holding onto him as he pushed you closer and closer toward the edge. It wasn’t long until the coil snapped, and heat flooded up your body as you released on Frank’s tongue.

Still, he swept his tongue over your lips and across your labia, not minding the way you convulsed and squirmed and whimpered above him. He let out a groan at the sight of you, a thin sheen of sweat on your brown skin. Slipping his hands from yours, he reached up and took your breasts in his hands. He massaged them tenderly and pinched at your nipples as a small blissed out smile graced your lips. 

Then, with a renewed fervor, Frank wrapped his lips around your clit and flicked at it with his tongue.

You let out a loud gasp as Frank tried to wretch another orgasm out of you so soon after the first. Eyes shooting open, your hands flew to cover his on your breasts, once again desperate for something to ground you. 

“Frank,” You whined, “Frank, I can’t—”

“Sure you can.” He said, lifting his head for a moment. He rested his cheek against your inner thigh and watched as your hips began to buck ever so slightly, missing his contact. “See? You wanna come for me again, dontcha?”

Of course you wanted to. Without thinking twice, you reached down and took a light hold on his short, dark hair. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, making you giggle — which became a gasp when he flattened his tongue on your clit. “That’s a good girl.” He mumbled into you.

It didn’t take long before you were struggling to control your hips. Not that he minded. You were bucking into his mouth, reveling in the way your clit slid across his tongue. Frank let you do this for a while, enjoying the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Then, the begging started, and he nearly came in his boxers. “Frank, please! Oh god, it’s too much, but I’m so close — baby, please!”

How could he deny you when you sounded like an angel? He held your hips down with one hand and quickly slid two fingers into your wet heat, curling them to rub on your G-spot. “I want you to come for me again, sweetheart. You can do that, can’t ya?” Just as quickly, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Frank felt your walls tightened around his fingers, and, almost like it was pulled out of you by an invisible force, you came harder than the first time. Your legs tightened around his head and began to shake as you cried out, gripping tightly onto Frank’s hair. You couldn’t even tell how loud you were with all the blood rushing in your ears, but Frank was sure he heard someone bang on the wall. 

Tough, he responded to the neighbor in his head. 

Then, finally letting up on you, he kissed up your torso and your breasts to your lips, running his tongue across yours. You moaned at the taste of your juices and pulled him closer by the nape of his neck. When you both pulled away for air, you palmed him through his boxers. “It’s my turn now.” You said, pecking his lips once more before lowering yourself to the ground. 

“Baby, you don’t have to.”

“And miss an opportunity to make you feel good? No, sir.” You answered playfully as you took off your shirt and threw it behind you. 

Although you noticed the way his dick twitched at that last sentence, you decided to save that for another time. Right now, you just wanted to remind Frank of how much you love him. 

Getting comfortable between his legs, you pulled his dick out of the confines of his boxers, admiring the way it slapped up against his torso. You lowered your head to drag your cheek across his length. One hand in your curls and coils, he gave you a small smile. “God, you’re pretty, y’know that?”

“Even like this?”

He shuddered and gave a weak chuckle as your warm breath fanned across his hard cock. “Especially like this.”

Gently, you lifted and licked a broad stripe on the underside of his cock. After a small smile at the groan he let out, you took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Just as he began to catch his breath, you decided to slowly take his entire length into your mouth. You did your best to fight off a smile as Frank’s eyes rolled back, letting out a silent moan. You knew how much he loved it when you started slow — it gave him an opportunity to just revel in the hot, wet feeling of your throat, instead of just chasing after his own release. 

He knew how much you liked it, too. There was just something about being able to reduce Frank Castle to moans and groans that pushed you to take him down your throat over and over again. It was an agonizingly slow but euphoric process. You spent a bit of time licking at his head, then you let him watch your lips stretch around his cock, fighting your body’s need to gag at the intrusion. You’d stay there as long as you could, enjoying the way Frank had to clutch onto the couch cushions to control himself and not thrust into you, and finally, you’d come back up. With a swirl of your tongue around his length for good measure. 

It wasn’t until you looked him directly in the eyes with his dick deep in your throat that he had to pull you off him. At first, you were confused and thought you’d done something wrong. Then you watched his eyes shut tight as he used his free hand to harshly grip the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm. He was met with your mischievous smile when his eyes opened once more. “You are gonna be the death of me, girl.”

You wiped a line of spit off your cheek, “Well, I think that’s a great way to go.”

“C’mere.” With a quick chuckle, he pulled you into his lap and kissed you like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. With your delicate hands on either side of his face, he was suddenly worried about losing you. Not to some criminal or tragic accident, but to his own stupidity. So many times he’d missed out on things that could have been good for him, and he still managed to find the one person who understood him effortlessly. Almost like telepathy, you were both in tune. He knew he couldn’t find that in anyone else — and even if he could, he didn’t want to. He wanted you. He pulled away from you and pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

Your brow furrowed for a moment as you looked in his eyes, searching for whatever he was feeling. And you found it — the same fear you had, of losing each other. You smiled gently and stroked a thumb across his stubbly cheek. “I love you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Always.”

You kissed him once more, moaning as he circled his tongues around yours. His calloused hand slid up your back and into your coils to pull you as close as he could. As you readjusted on his lap, you felt his hard length press through your folds ever so slightly. You let out a loud whine at that, but Frank only shushed you, sliding his hands back down your body. “Shh, it’s okay. I got you, baby. Lift up for me.” You lifted your hips, so Frank could take hold of his dick and drag it through your juices. He pecked you on the cheek when you let out another sigh, giving himself a few strokes before holding the head at your entrance. “Slide down slow, yeah?”

You nodded at his direction, grateful for them as you slowly lowered your hips. You felt the tension in your body roll away as you slid onto his hard cock. Your eyebrows knit together and your nails digging into his shoulders, you could hardly focus on anything besides how completely Frank filled you up. Soon, you’d completely sat down, and Frank was quite literally balls deep inside you. You finally managed to look up at him, “Is this okay?”

“Okay?” Frank scoffed, the rare playful look in his eyes. “I can barely control myself, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight.”

You bit your lip, holding back a moan as you began to grind into him, “I like when you feel like this.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Your breath hitched as the head of his cock just barely grazed your G-spot. “Like to remind you it’s okay to feel good.”

At that, Frank couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling you down into a kiss. All teeth and tongue, he squeezed lightly when you pulled away. “You’re so good at that, aren’t ya?” He grunted, feeling your cunt tighten around him. “Taking care of me? You’re too good to me.”

Then, he started to thrust up into you, knocking wind out of you. Your moans were getting louder with every thrust — the only thing you could hear was the wet sound of Frank’s cock sliding in and out of you with his grunts and groans matching his pace. “Frank,” You called out, “Baby, I’m close!”

“You come whenever you want to, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come all over my dick, okay?”

As if on command, the coil in your stomach snapped and white hot pleasure filled you. You buried your face in Frank’s neck as your juices slid down his cock and dripped onto his balls. Then, he lifted your hips just enough to give him space and began to thrust up into you again, fast and hard. Through the loud slaps of skin, he heard you let out a laugh mixed with a moan, the overstimulation too much for your mind to comprehend. “Why do you always do this?” You laughed through a whine as you tightened your grip on the couch behind his head. 

“What can I say?” He groaned as your pussy fluttered around him. “I like making you come.”

He turned his head to suck on the spot on your neck he knew drove you insane. You cried out when he placed a bite there at the same time his cock found that sweet patch of euphoria deep inside you. “Was that your spot right there?” He grunted as he repositioned you ever so slightly to ensure that his cock would hit it again. He gave you one hard thrust to make sure, letting out a loud groan when your pussy contracted once more. “I think I found it, baby.” He said teasingly. “Hold onto me.”

From there, you were along for the ride. In and out, in and out, his dick slammed into your G-spot over and over, pushing you closer to the edge. Frank was getting close, too. With your body pressed against his and your hot, wet cunt tightening with every other thrust, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But even as he felt his balls begin to tighten as they slapped up against your ass, he was only thinking about how to give you the best orgasm. 

In less than a second, he had one hand on the nape of your neck, lightly squeezing on those pressure points that made your vision hazy in the best way. His other hand snuck between your bodies and began rubbing small, tight circles into your clit. All the while, his thrusts never let up. The white-hot pleasure was surrounding you from all sides, and you knew it would all bubble over in a matter of moments. 

Frank turned his head to whisper in your ear. “I need you to come for me one last time, sweetheart. You can do that for me, right?” He circled your clit faster when you nodded, letting out a loud whine. “Atta girl. Just be a good girl and let that pussy grip my cock, alright? Then I’ll fill you up just how you like it.”

It only took one, two, three more thrusts before you were falling off the edge. Harder than all your previous orgasms, your entire body was trembling. You heard Frank’s whispers of praise, but all you could focus on was the way his cock twitched inside of you. You used what little energy you had left to squeeze your cunt around him one last time, pulling Frank over the edge with you. His deep grunts and groans were music to your ears as he thrusted all his come into you, hard and slow. 

Then, he lowered your hips slowly so you could rest your legs and sit in his lap. You rested on Frank’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you, absentmindedly tracing shapes into your back as you both caught your breath. Every now and then, your pussy would flutter with aftershocks of your last orgasm, making Frank hold back a few groans. With your hands around his neck as played with the little hairs at the base, you turned your head to look at him. “How are your stitches?”

“Surprisingly sturdy.” He replied with a short, exhausted laugh. “Thanks, doc.”

“Anytime.”

Frank let his head rest on the back of the couch as he turned to look you in the eye. “Y’know what, sweetheart?”

“What?”

“We should get married.”

“Right now?” 

“Right now. I know a guy.”

A smile spread across your lips. “We should probably shower first. I don’t want to be stinky in our wedding pictures.”

“Who said there’ll be pictures?”

“There will be pictures if I have to take them myself.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. As long as I can make you mine.”

You traced a small heart on his cheek. “I’m already yours, Frank Castle. Forever and always.”

[bangtansocean]

Letters: Part 02

Synopsis: Good things never last long, and unfortunately, his promises were a little too good to be true.

⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: taehyung x reader // slight yoongi x reader

⏤ au: [Historical Fiction, soulmates au]

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Heavy Angst, smut, fluff

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mature content ahead [18+]: Sex talk, Oral sex (f), finger fucking, dirty talking, voyeurism, nude exposure, hints of praise kink, nipple play, saliva play, pregnancy talk, masturbation (f & m), self induced orgasm.

word count: 2.5K

Chapters: 01 l 02 l 03

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“Oh my God, Tae,” you cry as your hands grip his soft black hair tighter. His tongue dragging long licks between your folds repeatedly. He stops right over your clit, sucking and flicking your sensitive bud with his tongue in between moans.

“Just like that princess, let me hear how good I make you feel.” He gives your clit one more kiss before he lightly blows on it, the sudden cold air sending shivers down your spine and increasing the tension in your abdomen.

You can feel your orgasm approaching as soon as Taehyung enters his fingers deep inside you. You can feel your walls clenching at the intrusion of his long and slightly bent fingers, hitting your soft spot, making you moan.

“You feel so good around me.” Taehyung says, meeting your lustful gaze with a grin, his chin wet from eating you out. The sight is so erotic it sends a new wave of arousal to your core. He places his fingers on your clit, slightly pinching it making you squeal from the pleasure it had caused, rolling your eyes and resting your head against the bed's headframe, moaning his name in a quiet, almost inaudible whisper.

“Look at you princess, so desperate for me.” He says in a sultry tone. He  faintly strokes your clit with his thumb, leaving open mouth kisses on your sensitive bud every now and then as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a slow but deep pace. He kisses the inside of your thighs and traces his tongue along your perineum, collecting your juices before they could make their way into the mattress.

“Tae, I’m so close.” you let out a squeal as the clenching of your walls increases, making Tae hum against your core.

“I want you to come in my mouth, can you do that for me, princess?” His filthy words make you moan, feeling your climax approaching.

He takes that as a sign to increase the sucking and licking on your clit as he pushes his fingers deeper into you, making sure he is reaching your sweet spot with every move, keeping a steady speed that slowly takes you to a breathtaking orgasm.

You come undone around his tongue, he humfs satisfied with your orgasm, as he keeps providing long licks on your folds, making sure he collects every single drop of your wetness. You flinch every time his tongue comes in contact with your oversensitive bud which makes him giggle every now and then. Once he is done, he plants a few kisses on your thighs before slowly making his way up to your chest, kissing your breasts, taking one into his mouth and releases it with a loud pop that makes you laugh.

“Tae, aren’t you going to be late to your meeting?” you ask him as he places his face on the crook of your neck, leaving butterfly kisses while his hands wander on your body, squeezing the side of your thighs every now and then. “Tae...” you bring your hands to his cheeks, moving his lips away from your skin, forcing him to face you. His eyes are still full of lust, but they become softer when they meet yours. He smiles at your frowned expression.

“You are going to be late.” You scold him.He ignores your scolding as he leaves a sweet peck over your pouty lips and moves back to your neck, where he sucks on a sensitive spot, making you moan his name in a low voice, barely hearable for him. “Taehyung” you call him again, this time with a stern tone.

“Mmhm...” he hums against your neck.

“You are going to be late to your meeting with the king.” You tell him again, this time with worry in your voice. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He hums against your skin again, moving forward to kiss you on the lips.

“The king can wait” he says in between kisses, smiling as he plants little short kisses on your lips, lost in the thought and feeling of you.

“Actually,” The stern voice of a man interrupts the moment, well there goes our romantic evening, Tae thinks as he can recognise the voice of the intruder. You both turn around quickly to see Yoongi staring at you with a blank expression on his face.“He can’t wait.”

You can hear the envy in his tone as he walks closer to the bed where you and Taehyung are, not even flinching at the scene in front of him. Taehyung’s body is the only thing covering you and his clothes are what keeps you both from showing Yoongi a very pornographic scene. Yoongi crosses his hands over his chest, leaning against the wall. “I advise you to leave now if you want to make it on time, you know my father hates it when people are late.”

The presence of Yoongi makes you shift uncomfortably in your place. You close your eyes and let your head fall backwards against the headboard as Taehyung sighs and starts shifting his weight from above you. He looks at Yoongi with questioning eyes, hoping he would understand and leave the room so he can get off you without exposing your naked body to the prince. However, Yoongi doesn’t even blink at Taehyung's threatening eyes, letting him know that he wasn’t moving, and as much as Taehyung wants to send him off, he knows he can’t be impolite to the prince.

Taehyung sighs defeated as he kisses your cheek one more time before he lifts himself from you, leaving your body exposed to the men in the room, both of them staring at you with fascination. Taehyung fixes his clothes as he walks towards the prince, standing right infront of him in an attempt to block your naked body from his vision.

Truth is, Yoongi has seen it all. He walked in long before he made his presence known. He had watched you in your most vulnerable and intimate moments with Taehyung between your legs, while you begged him for your release. He saw how your face contorted with pleasure, and how your perky chest kept being abused by your wandering hands as you were trying to fight your orgasm that threatened to come too early for your liking. He knew he shouldn’t have stayed silent and watched such an intimate moment between the two, but he didn’t find it in him to stop Taehyung before you could reach your orgasm. Just like he didn’t have the will to turn around and come back later, knowing that if he did either of those, Yoongi wouldn’t have been invited to finish the job, nor have had the joy to see you crumble apart as you reached your high.

You quickly cover your body with the sheets as you walk behind the changer, quickly dressing yourself again. You can hear them exchanging a few muffled words before Taehyung calls out your name, causing you to peek from behind the curtain to find both males staring at you with questioning eyes. You see Taehyung opening his mouth ready to talk, but gets interrupted by the prince before he could get a word out.

“Miss y/n, I’m sorry if I have overstepped, but... I heard you speaking with the cleaning ladies this morning about wanting to try horseback riding.” He clears his throat before he speaks again, taking a step forward, completely ignoring Taehyung’s presence in the room. “I came to your chambers to ask if you would be interested in…”  he hesitates, biting his lip nervously. “ If you’d like me to teach you? I understand if you can’t right now, or if you decide to turn down my offer, I-”

“It would be my honor, your majesty.” you say quickly, easing his nerves and smiling kindly at him.

“I told you to call me Yoongi, y/n, we are not strangers.” he assures you with a smile. You nod and divert your eyes to Taehyung, who is watching the scene unfold with uneasy eyes: The prince was deliberately flirting with his girl right in front of him, again. Almost like he didn’t  care that Taehyung’s face was between your legs just a second ago. Taehyung clears his throat as he shifts uncomfortably in his place, knowing there is nothing he can do or say.

“I’m going to head to the meeting now.” he points at the door, looking at you with glossy eyes.

“Okay” you reply quietly, your heart clenching at the sight of Tae looking like a sad puppy that just got scolded.

You and Taehyung are aware that the prince has been crushing on you since you started working at the castle; realising it right after Yoongi interrupted your make out by the lake a few days after you arrived, almost a year ago. This was the same night his friendship with Taehyung changed for the worse. Not because they hate each other, but because they are both in love with the same girl, and envy what the other can do for you that they can’t do themselves. Even though they are no longer close friends, the King, Yoongi’s father, still treats Taehyung like one of his own, creating a never ending rivalry between the two. Tahyung has managed to become the King’s right hand, and has gained a lot of respect in court as one of the best knights in the entire kingdom. However, that doesn’t stop Yoongi from disliking him and wanting to be as far from him as he could be, which is almost impossible since he is always with the king, or with you.

Yoongi recognises he’s been head over heels for you since day one, and after a whole year, he is certain his feelings for you are strong, and very much real. He has been nothing but kind to you, always respecting you and your boundaries, becoming fairly close to you and even offering you a job as Second Head Chef. Even if this was a great opportunity for you, you kindly declined the offer, knowing the rest of staff would not have been very happy to have such a newbie controlling the kitchen along with Chef God, Kim Seokjin.

Yoongi is also aware that your relationship with Taehyung was breaking multiple rules, and has caught you sneaking around way too often, yet he couldn’t bring himself to rat you out to his father. In fact, Yoongi never even dared to ask you about your relationship with Taehyung, and much less to confess his feelings to you. One thing he is certain of, however, is that Taehyung is your main source of your happiness, and as much as he wants to be selfish and have you all for himself, he knows you will never be happy with him as long as you have Taehyung. It kills him inside to know he is in love with someone who’s heart is already taken, but he promised himself he wouldn’t give up on you, and will continue to be by your side as a friend until you gave him a chance. As long as you were happy, he was happy too, even if he wasn’t the reason for it.

“Goodbye Tae, I’ll see you later.” You tell him once he is by the door, making him freeze on the spot.

“Goodbye, y/n” he turns around to face you and Yoongi, who now stares at Tae with pitiful eyes. “Your Majesty” Taehyung bows to the prince. “I hope you have a lovely time horseback riding.” He says before he closes the chamber’s doors with shaky hands.

He hates the idea of you being alone with Yoongi, knowing he was capable of stealing your heart with his charms and good looks. Taehyung is well aware that Yoongi is a nice guy, but if he wanted to, he could fire Tae in a heartbeat and move you into the royal chambers and give you a title in court. He knows Yoongi isn’t a bad guy at all, in fact, he still looks up to him, and has a deep appreciation for Yoongi and all of the things he has done to help him, and you. What truly kills him, however, is the fact that Yoongi can give you the life Taehyung always promised, and he hates him solemnly because of that.

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A loud knock on your door startles you, your tiredness disappearing at the sudden visit. Opening your eyes, you shift on the bed trying to find the closest candle, lighting it up successfully after struggling long enough for the person behind your door to knock again.

You slowly get out of bed and quietly walk to the window, who could be knocking like that at this hour? You move the curtains slightly to the right, surprised to see a teary-eyed Taehyung anxiously waiting for you to open the door.

You hurry to unlock the door with shaky hands, opening the door to be startled by Taehyung's tall figure latching over you, his left hand travelling to your back, and his right hand reaching for your head, where he caresses your hair delicately.

“Hey” you whispered against his chest, hugging him by the waist. “Is everything okay, Tae?” you ask him softly, waiting a few seconds before his voice breaks the silence.

“I’ve been selected by the king as the next commander to lead the troops to the border” he spills rapidly, the anguish and fear in his voice being obvious as he delivers the news to you. You push your hands against his chest to be able to see him in the eye.

“Tae, that’s amazing news! I knew the king was going to reward your hard work soon enough!” you whisper excitedly, not understanding why Taehyung seemed so petrified by the idea. Wasn’t this his dream all along? You look for his eyes again, noticing he is holding back his tears. “Taehyung I don’t understand, I thou-”

“We’re leaving at sunrise” he blurs out quickly, his voice cracking mid sentence. “I came to say goodbye, y/n.”

“What?” you answer, the information hitting you like a bucket of cold water. “Sunrise as in...tonight?” Taehyung is now crying against your hair, hugging you tighter as he tries to muffle the sobs that come out of his lips. Your hands leave taehyung's chest and find taehyung’s face, trying to dry his never ending tears with your shaky hands and before you know it, you’re crying too.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I love you, please forgive me, I’m so sorry.” The pain on his chest can be heard as he speaks, breaking your heart into a million pieces. You lean closer, ghosting your lips over his, silently asking him for permission to kiss him. He leaves a soft peck against your lips as he moves away ready to apologise again, but before he can formulate a word, you cut the distance between your lips again, catching him off guard as he sobs against your kiss; it takes a moment before he finally kisses you back, this time with passion and hunger for you.

He licks your bottom lip, waiting for you to give him more access. You comply by opening your mouth slightly, inviting his tongue to play with yours, deepening the kiss. His hands have now found your waist as he moves you forward, forcing you to take a step back which allows him to fully enter your chamber as he closes the door behind him with his foot. Scared of losing your balance, you hold tightly onto his neck, sighing in between kisses when he bites your lower lip sensually. Taehyung breaks the kiss just so he can bend slightly to grab your thighs, inviting you to jump into his arms. Without hesitation, you wrap your legs around his hips as he connects your lips again, kissing you with such care and love that it feels overwhelmingly intimate.

“I love you” his confession is short, but it manages to trigger your tears; kissing him between sobs once again.

Taehyung carries you all the way to the bed where he lays you down gently as he climbs on top of you. He makes sure to admire your figure as his gaze reaches your face again, staring at your candle lit face lovingly, watching the tears that decorate your glossy eyes leave a salty trace all the way down to your now rosy cheeks. He kisses the salty residue and slowly deposits soft kisses all over your face, placing the one last kiss on your jaw before moving to your neck where he sucks gently, leaving open mouth kisses everywhere. In between ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’, he makes sure not a single inch of your face remains unkissed, taking his time kissing you until you finally stop crying.

“Can I hold you tonight?” Taehyung asks in a whisper, scared you would reject him and cut your time together short. You open your eyes to Taehyung staring at you from above with puppy eyes. He caresses your hair while he waits for your answer.

“Tae, you are already holding me.” you smile at him as he lets out a vibrant laugh that makes your heart skip a beat, his smile growing big from your teasing.

He leaves a tender kiss on your lips before he manages to move away from your body, laying down next to you as he opens his arm, welcoming you into a cuddle. You giggle as you lay your head and hands on his chest.

Emotionally drained, you let out a loud sigh and begin to trace random figures onto his chest with your finger while he hums a lovely melody that you could barely hear, letting his quiet voice and the outside crickets fill the room with their calming sounds. Your eyes start to feel drowsy, and without realising it, you fall asleep in Taehyung’s arms.

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You wake up to Taehyung’s lips against your shoulder. His arms hold you tight as you cuddle closer to him, your back pressing against his chest. His lips reach for your neck as he let’s go of your body, moving you so you are now facing up as he moves around to straddle you between his legs. He proceeds to kiss your collarbones, placing slow kisses all over your chest and neck until you’re awake enough to speak.

“Taehyung? is-” he places a finger over your lips as he shushes you. He kisses your cheeks, your nose and your forehead gently, making sure to ghost his lips over yours every time he changes sections. He finally leaves a sweet kiss on your lips before you are able to speak again.

“Tae, baby, what’s wrong?” you say now, fully awake. He kisses your lips one last time before he moves away from your face, staring at you with glistening eyes full of love and care.

“Let me treat you right one last time.” He says in a whisper, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes get watery, and before you can speak, he kisses you again. “No, don’t speak, don’t cry. Just relax, let me make you feel good.”

He connects your lips with yours in a slow, passionate kiss as he moves his hands to your head where he starts massaging your scalp, making you purr against his lips. A few minutes into the session, you’re suddenly overwhelmed by all the attention you are receiving from Taehyung.

He is everywhere, kissing you, touching you. His hands massage your muscles, easing the tension that had built up a few hours ago when he arrived at your chambers. You feel your entire body surrender to his touch, letting out a loud sigh as he keeps massaging your body, slowly moving his hands towards your chest, where he squeezes your breasts over your pajamas. You let out a low moan, enjoying the sensation as your back arches, asking for more. Taehyung takes your moans as invitations to undress you, taking the hem of your nightgown between his fingers and slowly lifting it up, taking it off and leaving you with nothing but your underwear on. Your nipples immediately perk up by the cold air in the room, anticipating Taehyung’s touch.

He directs his lips to one of your nipples, twirling his tongue over it multiple times before he blows some air on the hard bud, your underwear starting to stick to your core from the arousal. He places his thumb against your lips, pushing it into your mouth slowly. You take his thumb between your lips, sucking on it sensually, making sure to coat it with enough saliva before drags it out and directs it close to his face. He let’s go of your nipple with a loud pop and replaces his mouth with his wet thumb as he takes your other nipple to his mouth,causing you to arch your back once again, the feeling of his tongue and thumb mixing with the cold air against your wet nipples making you extremely aroused.

He licks your nipple one last time before searching for your lips, kissing you passionately as he stimulates your sensitive buds with both of his thumbs, squeezing both breasts with his big soft hands, massaging them as he strokes small circles on your nipples. His pace is slow but steady, and it is driving you insane. You moan his name multiple times, begging for more, but he remains the same, slowly dragging his thumbs in circular motion over your nipples, one on each hand as he now kisses the area between your breasts, leaving some faint bruises there.

Taehyung can feel you’re close, noticing the pool of wetness surfacing from your panties. He notices how you rub your thighs together desperately looking for some friction as you moan his name repeatedly. He slithers one of his hands down to your core, placing his palm over your panties. He massages the area with just enough pressure for you to flinch every time his palm brushes against your swollen clit.

“Tae,” Still somewhat sleepy you moan his name again, finding it hard to formulate a single word by the overwhelming sensation. “Too much.” You whine, as he hovers his lips over your right nipple. You feel embarrassed at how fast you’re coming undone by him playing with your breasts, but you can’t help it as you arch your back and pull his hair closer to your chest, already crumbling apart. Your orgasm hits you slowly, but intensely, making you moan his name repeatedly .

“That’s it baby, let me hear you.” He says as he kisses your lips. “Such a good girl.” You kiss him back weakly, trying to come back from your high as he leaves one last kiss on your chest before  lowering himself and kissing your belly button. He massages your waist and hips as he leaves a trail of kisses all over your belly, both of you humming with enjoyment.

“I can't wait to have a family with you.” you freeze at his words. You are unable to speak as you look down at him, where he continues to plant kisses on your belly and caressing your hips lovingly. “You are going to look so beautiful pregnant.”

“Taehyung...” you feel your tears threatening to fall on the corner of your eyes. You always dreamed about having a family together, getting married, moving in together… you guys have your entire lives planned. You always knew you would eventually have to be away from each other before all of that could happen, but you never expected it to happen so soon.

You feel your tears stream down your face when the thought of Taehyung never coming back invades your mind. You can’t imagine life without Taehyung, it seems like a terrible life to live, and yet, deep in your heart you knew there was a chance he could never return to you, and that’s what was hurting you the most.

“This baby is going to be so loved, I already see him having your smile.” He looks up to meet your gaze, and to your surprise, he too, is now crying. However, he has a smile plastered on his lips, feeling over the moon at the thought of you carrying his child.

“Him?” you ask while lifting an eyebrow, questioning his last sentence. You always talked about having a kid together, but Taehyung always said he wanted to have a little girl; He wanted to have a boy now?

“Yeah, little Taehyung” he smiles as he cups your belly with his hands, making you laugh at the adorable image of Taehyung holding a little him in his arms.

You smile with adoration, his statement warming your heart. “Okay then, little Taehyung it is.” He now laughs with you as he quickly moves back up, connecting your lips together as he slides his hands against your core. He plays with the hem of your underwear and drags one finger over your covered folds, feeling the damp fabric under his touch.

“You’re so wet for me,” he brushes his fingertips over your clit, making you moan, desperate to feel him against your skin.

“Can I take these off?” He looks at you with impatient eyes. You nod as he quickly takes your underwear off, feeling the cold air against your exposed arousal. He crawls to the end of the bed as you whine at the lack of touch, missing his body’s warmth. You lift your head up to find him staring at you as he sits on his heels at the end of the bed where he places a hand on your ankles, pushing it to the side, making your legs move further away from each other, exposing you to him.

“Let me see you.” he says in a whisper. His eyes are now darker, filled with lust as he licks his lips, eyes stuck between your legs.

You sit up on the bed as you spread your legs wider apart, making  Taehyung sigh as he bites his lower lip, unable to move his eyes away from you. Liking his reaction, you grow bold and drag your hand towards core, parting the lips with your fingers, giving Taehyung a better view of your sex.

Taehyung’s breathing becomes louder, his chest rising and falling at a quicker pace as he looks at your fingers wandering against your glistening core. He reaches for the hem of his shirt to take it off quickly. Dropping the shirt on the floor, and guiding his hands to his covered dick as he starts to palm himself over the pants, his bulge rapidly hardening.

“Touch yourself for me.” He says in a low and demanding tone, sending another wave of pleasure to your core.

Your cheeks blush by his statement, that has caught  you off guard. “Tae…” you whine quietly, dragging a finger over your needy clit.

“What? I don't know how long I'm going to be without your pretty pussy” he says as he takes his remaining clothes off with a laugh. “I need a good visual of you touching yourself, so I can take care of myself later, a man has his needs.”

He says half jokingly, as he steps out of his pants. He walks next to you quickly, his erection fully hardened as he stands right next to you. He leans down to kiss you before he akes two of your fingers over his lips and into his mouth. He coats them with a thick layer of saliva as he makes eye contact with you, his tongue twirling around your fingers before letting them go with a loud pop. He then extends his palm in front of you. You look up to meet his gaze, confused on what he wants.

“Spit on my hand.” he tells you as he moves his hand closer to your lips. You happily comply, too horny to even think straight or fully understand his actions as you spit on his hand.

“Now, be a good girl for me and spread my saliva all over your pussy, legs open wide so I can watch you.” He leaves your side and sits at the end of the bed again, eagerly watching you as he uses your saliva to lubricate his length, mixing it with his pre-cum.

The sight of Taehyung touching himself while staring at your exposed body sends another wave of arousal to your core, moving the fingers Tae coated with his saliva over your clit and around your entrance. He nods at you when he realises you are waiting for his permission to touch yourself, entering two fingers inside you as your thumb draws circles over your clit.It doest take long before you are crumbling apart by your own administrations to your now overly sensitive bud.

“Tae…” you moan loudly, knowing you were going to cum way too soon if you kept going.

“Don’t stop” he hisses as he starts moving his hand faster over his length, applying more pressure to every stroke. “I want you to cum on your fingers, let me see how you fall apart for me.”

His dark, low voice is all it takes for you to feel your arousal dripping from your entrance, wetting the sheets as you come undone. Your back arches and you let out a loud moan, toes curling as you let your head rest on the bed headframe. With your eyes closed, you try to recover from your high as your chest violently rises with heavy breaths.

You feel Taehyung’s body hovering over yours, kissing your lips hungrily, desperately. It takes you a second to kiss him back, the effects of your orgasm still lingering all over your body.

“That was so fucking hot.” he says between kisses, his length resting against your belly, making your judgement clouded. “You are so fucking hot.” he compliments you as he kisses your neck, slowly grinding his dick against your tummy, making both of you moan.

“Taehyung” you drag your hands to his shoulders slightly digging your nails on his skin, making him moan again. “please fuck me.” you beg as he sucks on your neck, leaving a bruise. He smiles against your neck, moving back to see you eye to eye. He kisses you one last time before he moves to nibble your ear.

“No” he whispers, “I’m going to make love to you.”

[drabbles-mc]

Five Times Angel Reyes Kissed You, and One Time You Kissed Him

Angel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, mention of death/funerals

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Okay I got this idea at like midnight last night and I’m SO GLAD that I didn’t lose it before being able to sit down and write it. I’m pretty hype about how this came up. We LOVE to see relationships evolve.

Angel Taglist:​ @queenbeered​ (If you want to be added just let me know!)

1.)

You were fifteen, sitting on the front steps of your porch. You were sobbing into your hands, wondering how you could feel so much pain when you hadn’t even taken a beating. First heartbreaks were the worst, or at least that’s what people had told you. Some said it was bound to happen eventually, after all you were young, but that didn’t make the pain go away. You were a teary, sniffling mess. You heard footsteps approaching you and you didn’t even bother to look up to see who it was. You didn’t care.

You felt an arm wrap around you and you heard Angel’s voice, “What happened? I’ll kick his ass.”

You looked up and managed what you could of a smile. You knew him only because he was your best friend’s brother. He was a few years older than you, but he had never treated you like a child. He treated you the same way he treated EZ—like an adult only smaller.

“It’s so fucking stupid,” you wiped the tears off of your face, “He’s not even that cute, right?”

He chuckled, nodding in agreement, “That’s right. You can do way better, Y/N. Fuck that guy.”

You sighed and leaned against him, “Do boys get less stupid as they get older?”

He laughed, “I’ll keep you posted, but so far, no I don’t think so. Sorry,” he squeezed you tight to him, “You gonna be alright?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yea. It just, you know, it kinda blows right now.”

He nodded, “I get it,” he quickly kissed the top of your head, you could feel the pressure through your hair, “You’ll get through it, Y/N. If you change your mind about me kicking his ass, let me know. I’ll fuck up a fifteen-year-old. I don’t care.”

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2.)

You were eighteen, coming down the front steps of your house in your prom dress. You and EZ had decided to go together as friends (as much as both your parents and his tried to insist that maybe it was a little more than that). You both wanted to have a good time and the only way you could be certain of that was if you skipped the drama of trying to find “real dates”. There were worse people to spend the night dancing with, anyway.

Somehow Angel had gotten suckered into being your guys’ chauffer. You were fairly certain it was their parents’ doing—they liked knowing what Angel was up to. He moaned and groaned about it but had gone and got his pickup truck washed in preparation for the big night. He put on a clean dress shirt for the occasion as well, so you knew that despite his sarcastic remarks, he was pretty into the whole thing.

You twirled, loving the way your dress fanned out around you as you did. EZ was leaning against the side of his brother’s truck, chuckling at your theatrics. The two of you posed for pictures, and after each set of parents had burned through at least a few rolls of film each, it was time to get going. Angel held his hand out to help you up into his truck.

When you placed your hand in his, he lifted and kissed the back of it with a laugh, “I will be your driver this evening, Hermosa.”

You laughed and gave an exaggerated courtesy in your gown, “Ah, I can’t wait, Señor.”

He chuckled as he helped you step up into the vehicle, expertly managing not to step on your own dress. He even double-checked to make sure that he didn’t shut any of the fabric in the door.

He nodded to both sets of parents, “I’ll be sure to have them home before midnight.”

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3.)

You were nineteen, and calling him from a college party. EZ was away at Stanford and you didn’t know who else you trusted enough to come and pick you up and also not rat you out to your parents. You weren’t supposed to be at a party—you had lied and said you were staying at a friend’s dorm for a movie night.

“Angelito,” you laughed into the phone, “I need a huge favor.”

His voice was still laden with exhaustion and sleep as he answered, “What the fuck kind of favor do you need at 2AM, Y/N?”

“I need you to come pick me up from a party.”

“You kidding me? Call an Uber.”

You laughed, “I also need a place to crash. I know you have a couch that you’re not using in your living room.”

He sighed but you could hear him shuffling around, getting ready to come get you, “You good enough to ride on the bike? Or do I need to go get Pop’s truck?”

“I can ride!” your response came a little quicker than maybe it should have, but you were dying to have an excuse to ride on the back of Angel’s bike.

“Alright. Text me the address. I’m on my way now.”

He got there quicker than you thought he would. You were outside the house, waiting patiently for him on the front steps. You smiled as you jumped up to go and hug him, stumbling on your first few steps. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hesitated for a moment before finally caving and hugging you back.

“You owe me for this,” he grumbled.

He handed you his helmet and helped you get on the back of the bike. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, keeping yourself flush up against his back as he took off. You had never experienced anything quite like the feeling of racing down the empty streets like that in the middle of the night.

You walked into his apartment and looked around as he locked the door behind you, “I put a pillow and blankets on the couch for you. I can go grab you a shirt and stuff to sleep in if you wait a second.”

You plopped down on the couch as he walked to his room to get you a few choices of sleep clothes. But as soon as your head hit the pillow and you felt the warmth of the blankets beneath you, you almost immediately fell asleep.

You were hanging onto your consciousness by a thread when you heard him chuckle. He pulled the blanket up over you and kissed your forehead softly, “Sweet dreams, you pain in the ass.”

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4.)

You were twenty-one, and standing in front of Angel and the rest of his family, or rather, what was left of it, at his mother’s wake. You had made your way down the line, offering your condolences like they were going to make things any better for the three men in front of you. Angel was the last in the short line, and you could see it on his face that he desperately wanted to be anywhere else. He couldn’t escape though, not really.

You stepped in and hugged him tightly, “I’m so sorry, Angel.”

You could feel the tension in his body as he tried his hardest to hold back his tears, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Can I do anything? Get you anything?”

“Could you, uh,” he cleared his throat, “grab my water bottle? It’s in the back room I fuckin’ forgot it.”

You nodded, “Yea I got you.”

You tried to make your way through the crowd of people with as little disturbance as possible. You knew that everyone loved the Reyes family, and Marisol especially, but even you were shocked at the number of people who had showed up for the wake. You had the feeling it was going to go well past the allotted time.

You appeared back by Angel’s side, trying to slip him his water bottle without disturbing the conversation he was having. You lightly touched his hand and gestured to the bottle by his feet, “Anything else?”

He shook his head, “No, thank you, Y/N.”

You pulled him into another hug, unable to stop yourself. You had spent a lot of time with EZ during the week leading up to the wake, but Angel had locked himself away. This was the first time you had really seen him since you heard the news and you felt like you were trying to make up for lost time.

“Anything you need,” you whispered, “You come find me, alright? I got you.”

He kissed your cheek and nodded as he pulled away, “Thank you. I, just, thank you.”

You thumbed the tears off of his face, giving him a small smile to let him know that he was going to make it through this. It was going to be a long, painful process, but he was going to get through it.

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5.)

You were twenty-one, and crying on the front steps to Angel’s apartment building. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your best friend had just been sentenced to spend twenty years in prison. Everything was happening so quickly around you and you felt like you couldn’t keep up.

You heard the sound of Angel’s bike and looked up. He saw you sitting on the front steps and his expression immediately fell. He had a feeling that you were going to end up at his place—he knew that you didn’t want to go home and face your family and all of the questions that they would have.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

He nodded, “Yea, I know the feeling,” he held out his arms, “C’mere, Y/N.”

You stood up and walked over to him and let him envelop you. Over the years he had made fun of you a lot for being so short, but in that moment you had never been happier to be so small. You were essentially wrapped up in an Angel blanket and for a few moments the world didn’t feel like it was crumbling around you.

“Come on up, I got beer in the fridge,” he offered what he could of a smile as he gestured for you to follow him upstairs.

You sat on his couch, twisting your hands in your lap as he went and got each of you a beer from the kitchen. He collapsed down next to you and handed you a bottle. You managed a small smile and thanked him before taking a long drink from it. The two of you sat there in silence, leaning against each other as you tried to process everything that had happened.

“I don’t have anything to say to make any of this shit any better, you know,” he finally said with a heavy sigh.

You nodded, “I know. I just needed to not be alone. And I couldn’t go home. Not yet.”

“I get it. You wanna crash here tonight?”

“If that’s alright?”

He smiled, “Like I could ever kick you out.”

The two of you spent most of the night not speaking to each other, just sitting next to each other on the couch letting episode after episode of your favorite shows play. You were leaning your head against his shoulder and every now and then he would look over at you to see if you had started to fall asleep yet.

“Want a change of clothes to sleep in?” he offered.

You nodded, “That’d be great.”

He went and grabbed one of his sweatshirts and tossed it to you, “This shit’ll be a dress on you.”

You stood up and started walking towards the bathroom to get changed, thanking him as you went. You knew that he didn’t have to be doing all of this, but he was anyway. It felt nice and that wasn’t something you had felt for a while.

When you came back out of the bathroom he had blankets and pillows on the couch for you. He pulled you into another hug and placed a kiss on your temple as he held you, letting you cry it out a little more before going to sleep. You wished that you could sleep like that, just to feel safe and protected in the chaos that was surrounding you now. He ran his fingers through your hair and all you could think was that you didn’t know he was capable of being so soft.

“If you need anything just yell, alright?”

You nodded, “Thank you, Angel.”

He winked, “I gotchu.”

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1.)

You were twenty-seven and standing on the deck of the Mayans clubhouse, smoking a cigarette. You blew out the smoke, letting it disappear in wisps around you into the night sky. There was music and laughter and conversation drifting out to your ears from the open clubhouse windows and you smiled to yourself as you kept your eyes on the stars.

You heard heavy footsteps followed by the infamous sound of Angel sucking his teeth, “Ay, you shouldn’t be smoking that. Smoking kills, Querida,” he chuckled as he snatched the cigarette from between your fingers, “Let me finish it for you. To protect you.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, always looking out for me, huh?”

“Since the day EZ dragged your sorry ass over to our house when you were in like, fifth grade,” he laughed as he looped his arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks for the invite, by the way,” you nodded back to the clubhouse, “The guys seem pretty cool.”

He took a long drag from your cigarette and smiled at you, “I’m gonna have to bring you to every club party now, aren’t I?”

You laughed and playfully slapped his chest, “Only if you don’t want me to be sad.”

“Well,” he chuckled, “Can’t have that, can we?”

The two of you stood together in silence for a couple minutes. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulders and you leaned into his side, soaking up his scent and body heat. While he was glancing up at the sky you reached and snatched your cigarette back from him, laughing as you ran off to the opposite side of the deck to take a drag before he finished it off.

He laughed, walking over to you. He easily took it from your fingers and held his arm up so it was way out of your reach, “Whatcha gonna do now, Y/N? Grow an extra foot to get your smoke back?”

“If I take you out at the knee I won’t have to do anything like that,” you chuckled as you stood up on your tippy-toes to try and pull his arm back down.

He flicked the last of the cigarette over the railing of the deck, assuring that neither of you were going to be able to finish it. He turned back towards you with a smug grin on his face, “Hah! No taking out my kneecaps.”

You pushed him with both hands on his chest, but he still didn’t budge. He laughed, shaking his head at your attempt to be tough, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

You stepped in close to him, getting as close to eye-to-eye as you were ever going to get with someone who was practically a foot taller than you. “I could easily make you stumble, Angel. Believe me.”

“No chance,” he shook his head with a smirk.

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, definitely,” he laughed.

Before he could come up with another sassy remark you stood back up on your toes and pulled him down into a kiss. His eyes flew open wide and he stumbled a few steps back, but kept his arms wrapped around you so you stayed close to him, kept kissing him.

You pulled away, laughing as your entire face turned dark red, “Told you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. If you didn’t know better you’d say that his cheeks were turning a little red too. “Alright,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him again, “that’s a loss I’ll gladly take.”

You smiled as you cupped his face, pulling him into another, much softer kiss. You could feel both of your hearts racing as he tried to keep you held as close to him as possible. You wrapped your arms behind his neck as you felt his hands slide down from your hips to your ass, and it made you smile into your kiss. You felt him chuckle his hands slid back up to your hips, and crept farther up your back.

Finally, you had to pull away to catch your breath. Angel had a smile plastered across his face and you knew that you did too. He reached up, gently pushing the hair back out of your face to get a better look at you.

“I could get used to this, Y/N,” he traced his thumb along your cheekbone.

You smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “Yea, I think I could too.”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Devil on Your Team | Part 1

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: angst, smut

A\N: Asgard AU where Felix is Loki, Chan is Thor, and OC/reader is Lady Sif

Gif credit @915archive

“Will you join us this time, brother?”

Loki hesitates at Thor’s question. He was never good at the sort of thing that his friends enjoyed so, which made him a target for ridicule across the realm. What kind of man, a prince nonetheless, was so weak and fearful? Not a real man, that’s what.

Thor didn’t make it easier for him. Being the picture of the formidable, valiant warrior, he made Felix’s shortcomings all the more stark. Loki was all too aware of the comparisons people liked to make between them--they would fawn over how Thor was so brave, so strong, so much like the king that his frail little brother could never be. They would laugh and thank their stars that the fates were kind enough to have Thor be the old king’s first born and not his pitiful little brother.

Even Thor, who claimed to love him most in the world, was embarrassed of him. He always tried to egg him on and make him engage in “manlier” endeavors and forsake his witchcraft, forcing him along on his reckless adventures with his gang of hooligans so he would toughen up. How can he say that he loves him when he saw him as something that needed to be fixed? Thor didn’t love him. He pitied him.

Only you gazed upon him and accepted him for who he was. You knew too well what it felt like to be underestimated and ridiculed for being different, for daring to not adhere to their millenia-old customs of what makes one a good warrior or a proper lady. Every time he would hide and cry, you would find him and remind him that underestimating him will be their downfall, that true weakness is stupidity and arrogance and they had that in excess.

And there you were, coming to his defense once more.

“Shut up, you big oaf. Loki doesn’t care for our silly games.”

“Why not? All he has to do is sit back and not get in the way of our fair maiden and he should be fine.” Volstagg cuts in, followed by a series of chuckles that ebb and flow through the group.

“Volstagg.” Thor warns, shooting him a glare that quiets the snickering down, but by then it was too late, the damage had been done.

For, worse than the comparisons between himself and his golden brother, were those between him and the woman he loved so dearly.

Your close relationship made it so it was easy for people to jeer at the fact that the warrior lady is doing a man’s job while the prince practised such cowardly arts as magic that were meant for women. The comparison wasn’t flattering to either of you as he was thought of as a weakling and you as a woman trying to be a man.

“No, Volstagg, go on. Tell me what exactly you mean to say.” Again, you start defending him, ready to start a fight with the large man who began slinking back when faced with your unbridled fury. You were always so passionate about defending him, but Loki cannot let you keep doing that. He needed to prove that he could look after himself, not to impress those mindless thugs, but to prove to you that he could be a man for you, and provide you with protection just like any other man.

“I’m sure he’s just joking, my lady.” Loki interrupts and you look at him with surprised eyes that get all the wider as he continues, “It doesn’t matter anyway as I’ll be joining you.”

“My prince, you don’t have to--”

“I don’t have to do anything, my lady. I want to. Now let’s stop this useless bickering and go.”

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There was a nervous energy within the group the whole time they were in Alfheim. The men felt weird with Loki there and Loki felt weird with the warrior lady always hovering around.

“Lady, if I didn’t know any better I’d think that you were trying to guard me. I don’t need guarding. I can defend myself.” He didn’t want to snap at you like that but he desired so desperately for you to see him as a man for once.

“O-of course, my prince.” You splutter, a pretty blush on your face from being called out, and hesitantly take a few steps away from him, still not going far.

Loki huffs and charges forward carelessly, if you weren’t going to give him space, he will take it himself. And it’s precisely his attempt to distance himself from you that gets them in trouble.

“Brother, look out!” Thor shouts and Loki looks up barely in time to see an elf descend on him from the tree he was under. Shouts rise up and fill the air as their party gets ambushed by the rogue elves they were after.

Loki gets outnumbered, one of the elves delivering a blow to him before you can make your way to him. But your party quickly overcomes their momentary shock and works fast to push back the elves, steadily gaining control and shifting the tides in your favor.  Eventually, you beat the band of rogue elves and send them scattering back into the woods.

When the fight dies down, things only get worse for Loki as you rush to cradle his body in your arms, thinking he is unconscious, before turning back to the men. “Shame on you! If you hadn’t been absolute pricks to him, he wouldn’t have felt the need to prove himself to you and get himself hurt. Why must you be like this?”

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Thor speaks up, sounding genuinely upset too.

“Oh, shove it up your big behind, my prince.” You growl, lifting Loki up in your arms and moving towards the portal to go back home.

Even without opening his eyes, he can feel your worried gaze on his face and it kills him.

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Loki became closed off the entire period he was healing. The more you fussed over him, the quieter he got. He was so disappointed in himself and you taking care of him only wounded his ego further.

“Stop babying me, woman. You’re worse than the lot of them. Would you like me to hand you a pair of scissors so you can snip my balls off and hang them around your neck?”

You were taken aback by his outburst, and Loki regrets his outburst for a second, thinking he’s finally pushed you away. But instead of stomping off, you get on the bed and straddle him, grabbing his neck and growling roughly, “You don’t want me to be gentle with you? Fine, I won’t be gentle.”

You smash her lips to his, tearing a noise of surprise from his throat. You’d been patient enough with him but he insists on being a brat. If that’s the way he wants to be treated then so be it. And judging by the way he kissed you back eagerly, you don’t have to wonder long.

He was almost healed by now, and you could be free to run her hands all over him without hurting him, eliciting instead the most needy moans from his pretty lips. But when he tries to do the same, he is met with hard, unyielding steel.

"This is unfair. Take this off." He protests against your lips.

"I think not. You have been quite the sourpuss lately, I don't think you deserve to touch me. Matter of fact, keep those wandering hands up." You grab his hands and pin them to the bed, intending to punish him for all the hell he made you go through.

"No, please, my lady, let me touch you."

"Oh you're already begging, that's not very manly of you." You bite at him, still upset that he endangered his life just because his ego was bruised.

He cowers under your intense glare, feeling reprimanded. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"Oh you will be. Now quit your protesting or I'll gag you too."

He shuts up, though he's unsure if it wouldn't have been better for you to gag him as the noises that come out of his throat at your ministrations were not very dignified.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you, my prince. You drive me crazy." You drawl, palming his member and making him turn to hide his face in his arm as a blush covers his face.

"I should punish you for teasing me so." You  slowly pull his trousers down his hips, exposing his eager member to the cool night air that was clashing with your warm breath so close to where he needed you the most. "Will you be good for me from now on, my sweet prince?"

This was everything they ridiculed him for, being so subservient to a woman like this, but damn did he crave it. He needed you to own him.

"Yes, my lady." He stares down at you as you lean down ever so close to his cock, your breath fanning over him, as hot as ever and he feels his skin melt under it. The heat spreading to the rest of his body made his blood simmer in his veins. Sweat beaded up on his skin and his mind sweltered as you put your mouth on him, but he could do nothing but push himself into the scorching heat of you, submitting himself to the flames.

But all too suddenly, he stops burning, coolness flashing over his body like one of his brother's storms, and he stares down at you in betrayal, ready to apologize for everything and profess his undying love for you if only she would put your mouth back on him, but the horror struck look on your face sobers him up.

"My lady, what is--"

"What is happening to you?" You shriek, and for the first time he sees fear in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" He puzzles, looking down at himself in reflex, wondering what had possessed you when a flash of blue catches his eyes…

Huge patches of his body were covered by rough blue skin, the likes of which are all too familiar to him. He can't help his own shout of panic. "What is that? What is happening?!"

"You're turning into a….a monster." You shake her head, tears springing to your eyes at the horror unfolding in front of you.

"Lady, help me please.” Loki is even more shaken, tears already streaming down his face as he seems terrified of his own self. “Did they put a curse on me?"

"I-I don't know." You lament, feeling hopeless.

But then an idea pops into your head, "I'll get the king. He'll know what to do."

"No, please!" His hands fly out to hold onto you but you jump back, and Loki quickly pulls his arms back to his body, wounded at the disgusted look on your face.

"Why not?"

"You know he doesn't favor me."

"Don't be ridiculous. He's your father." You try to calm him down but he only gets more disconsolate. "No you don't understand. You don't see the way he looks at him when no one is looking. I'm… I'm scared."

Your heart breaks at the way he shivers, but there is nothing else you can do. You’re sure he’s just panicked. Odin is good and kind and you trust him beyond measure. "You're hallucinating, my sweet. The king would never hurt you."

"No, you don't understand--" He squeaks, and you reach out to cradle his face in your palms, only flinching slightly at the coldness. "Hush, my sweet." You kiss him gently then run to the king. Hearing Loki sob behind you only makes you run faster.

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A/N: lol surprise