#After searching for what feels like an eternity he spots someone in the distance

[best-alt-country-singer]

yea.

could I… could I ask you a question? And you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.

Naomi! I’m sorry that this is so blunt but since I’m in the underworld and you are in the living world I must ask…how’s my son?

@esperanza-valdez-official

it’s ok, i understand being worried about your child. He visited a few weeks ago and he was doing fine, Leo was with his friends Piper, Frank, and Hazel. I think they mentioned that their friends Percy and Annabeth were going to come, but they already had a date planed. He was talking about a new project he started working on, it sounded very impressive.

[brainddeadd]

it is a fic, i just yap first - the fic starts under the cut

reader is a friend of the Greene's but isn't actually a Greene, they took her in

warnings: typical twd violence and angst, daryl angst, fluff

I have this thought that Daryl's not very experienced at anything romantic or sexual.

Like, his mum died before that became a thing for him, his dad was abusive, Merle was abusive. He never had a good role model for this shit.

He's probably only witnessed Merle in crappy bars, high as a fucken kite and drunk, for anything like this.

He's probably heard the stories of being hella rough, rough enough for it to sound like abuse to him - why would he wanna go through that? Or put someone else through that?

He's definitely never felt true, unconditional love (maybe from his mum). Everything always comes with a price for him.

And now he lives in a world where he can't trust anyone and everything is a threat. He's got his found family and that's it.

I genuinely don't think he'd know what to do with romantic feelings.

Sexual, sure. He knows he gets hard, and he's gotta get off. Knows that sometimes someone else can help. Probably fucked a few people and hated it. It was probably Merle getting him a hooker or something, and it was definitely a shit time.

Romantic? The fuck is that? He doesn't know how to do that. How to feel that. He knows what it looks like; Maggie and Glenn. He's not sure it's something he deserves.

So when he meets you, and you're loving him so easily, he has no idea what to do.

The word's gone to shit, everyone's dead and dying, everyone's fearful and sceptical of others, and here you are, welcoming him and his found family to the farm with open arms.

You help nurse Carl back to health after he was shot. Daryl knows Rick needed that from you.

You help look for Sophia, a girl you don't know, for a woman you don't know. You join Daryl on the search, exhausted but refusing to give up.

You help take care of him after Andrea shoots him - and you may have yelled at her a bit for being so stupid (which only makes you more attractive to Daryl).

You help Carol escape when she's cornered by walkers when they take over the farm. Ushering her to Daryl, yelling that you'll be fine, taking off in a separate car.

You ask him to teach you how to use a bow and arrows, knowing it'll come in handy. He does willingly.

You take the cell closest to him in the prison, claiming it's a coincidence, but the others know it’s because you feel safest with him.

You love the baby with your whole heart, he can tell. You cradle her gently, like she's something precious and you're afraid to break her. He almost wonders if you were a mother in the previous world.

You're distraught when he goes off with Merle. Carol tells him how you cried when you found out and the sadness that filled your eyes until he returned. He hates knowing he made you that sad, the he was the cause of your tears. But the light that returns to your eyes tells Carol and Maggie how happy you are.

You show him you love him without even meaning to. It's in the way you always bring him food when he's on watch. The way you are the first to offer to join him on a run. The way you stop the others from hassling him when he wants to be alone. The way you tend to any injuries he may acquire. He can feel your love long before he knows about it.

When you hug him for the first time, his whole world stops. He's just come back from a run, he's been gone longer than he was supposed to, scared the crap out of you and the others. You don't know he's back until you spot him from a distance, getting patched up and fed by Carol, unable to hide his exhaustion. You don't stop to think, not even sure you can think. Your legs have carried you to him and your arms are around him before you can process the movements. Daryl's tense, body having gone stiff at the unexpected contact.

Flushing bright red, you move to let go of him, to hide away for eternity, but he's arms are around you, crushing you to his chest, holding you tightly, face sinking into your neck and his body relaxes. The two of you stay like that for ages, just holding each other closely.

Carol disappears, leaving you to your moment, and you hold him to your body with a hand on the back of his head. He knows then that this feeling in his chest, the one that makes him seek you out just because, is love.

[meowmarkie]

graduation — hrj

you and renjun go for a walk after your graduation ceremony from art school, and as always, your boyfriend manages to take your breath away with his kind words.

pairing... renjun × afab!reader

genre... fluff

word count... i have no idea sorry

requested?... no!

a/n just a little something i wrote for funzies after listening to graduation by the dreamies a few times (i got inspired), and i must say that even though its not entirely proof-read, i hope you guys enjoy this piece of random fluff <3

It was finally here, the day they always dreamt of, their graduation. High school was hard enough, and college took an even harder toll for the sensible pair — Renjun and Y/N didn’t quite match with the academic way of life. It's not about how smart they could be, it was just that the strict system present in education suffocated them to the point where panic could be induced.

They’ve been key participants in each other's lives when it came to finally finishing high school or even while in college, supporting each other through thick and thin, one make-up test after the other, one exam week after the other, and so on. One might say Renjun was destined to meet you, because of how much it helped to be by your side, and vice versa.

One day back in 9th grade, you ended up meeting while skipping class on the big grass field located behind the school. Renjun was surprised to see anyone else besides him on his spot, since he thought he was the only one who knew about it. Years later, he thanks the heavens for giving him the opportunity to talk to the most beautiful girl he knew. You.

You were sitting down, knees glued to your chest while hands supported your chin. The sun managed to hit your face perfectly, in an almost ethereal way, lighting up all the soft and breathtaking features present. Your side profile highlighted the beauty was what really drew him in. The chinese boy swears up and down that he could stand there, admiring you just like that, for all eternity.

He still doesn’t know what possessed him to go on over and talk to you, but soon enough, Renjun plopped down next to your side and got to talking. You were also starstruck and incredibly smitten by the boy. It amazed you how the most popular boy among the artsy kids was paying you attention. You couldn't believe someone like him was even talking to you, but then, there he was.

And that day marked the beginning of your love story. The hours of talking went into days, the days into months, and now, months into years. 

Renjun confessed his feelings for you a little over a year ago, which then led to your now relationship.

“I can’t believe we actually did it.” You sound out, reaching for his hand receiving a loving look in return. “Like, we graduated from art school together. I honestly can’t believe it,” Renjun and you were walking down the park in order to digest the food you guys ate. The sun was setting, giving your stroll a beautiful ambience to appreciate from a distance. “We need to search for art galleries that need new employees or-"

“Well, I for one, can! We’re destined to always be together.” He softly interrupted her and his even softer smile made your cheeks gain a bright red tone. He was always so sweet to you, even while interrupting, that it felt like a dream to be able to call him your boyfriend. “And let’s worry about that tomorrow! Let’s focus on celebrating for now."

“How can you be so chill about this?!” You tried to pretend that you weren't totally smitten by him and his antics, which made Renjun look at you with even more endearment. One could say it was a vicious cycle that never seemed to end: you'd get flustered and he’d make you feel even more flustered. “We need to make rent, and also starting looking for a bigger place and-”

Renjun then leaned in, suddenly pulling you by the waist, not paying any mind to the worries you brought up — of course he knew that you definitely needed to discuss those concerns, but right now wasn’t the right time. Your faces were inches away from each other, noses touching and bodies pressed together. Your hands rested on his shoulders, while the grip on your waist by his firm hands never once faltered.

Not being able to contain yourself any longer than a few seconds, you gently press your lips against his, the action making him smile mid kiss. Renjun couldn’t blame your eagerness as he also couldn’t restrain himself, which then led to him deepening the kiss only moments after.

It’s also worth mentioning that Renjun was so eager to have you on his lips that he had a hard time keeping his hands solely on your waist. It’s a shame you were in public, because if you weren’t, he was ready to have you on his lap right then and there, while his soft lips explored the entirety of your body.

“I love you so much, you know that right?!” He said, as soon as you pulled away in need of some oxygen. “I don’t think I could even live without you.”

This was one of the things you loved the most about Renjun, he never hid how he felt about you and even went out of his way just to tell you. It was recomforting to always feel loved and secure in a relationship, especially in a relationship with him.

“And I… I also love you beyond words.” You shyly said, hiding your face on her hands right after out of embarrassment. It's ridiculous how he always managed to get you this shy, especially taking into consideration that you weren't used to saying what and how you felt, and being with Renjun was helping you learn to be more vocal about this.

He could only smile upon hearing her words, since Renjun knew how hard it was for her to say stuff like that. Not a day went by where he didn’t feel proud of her for becoming more and more comfortable in her own skin.

“God, can I just stay by your side forever? Will you allow me to, beautiful?” Thankfully you were still in his arms when the question popped up, or else you'd have face planted into the floor right then and there. Renjun’s firm grip and his sparkly eyes were the only things keeping you grounded and on the moment. “Even if everything changes on this earth, even if the sun freezes up, it’s you I want by my side, Y/N. Even if I lose everything… I can’t lose you.”

His beautifully poetic and devoted words almost made tears start to stream down your face. You didn’t think someone could romantically love you this much until you met Renjun. He widened your horizons and opened your eyes to the beauty of true love.

Nothing could have prepared you to hear those words at the moment, nor to see the look in his eyes or to feel his body pressed upon yours. His ability to know what to say before you even long to hear a confession, never ceases to amaze you.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Junnie.” You kissed him deeply, once again, in order to express what words couldn’t at the moment. And also, if you tried to talk, you fear that you wouldn't be able to finish speaking without crying your eyes out for a good amount of time. “You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.” You placed your hand over his heart, and did the same with his hand, gesture sending chills down his spine.

How come two people can have their souls be this deeply intertwined? You guys wouldn’t be able to answer how, but would only be able to say that it could happen and that such connection was real. After spending some more time cuddled up like that in the middle of the park, you guys started walking down the path once again, hearts filled with joy and peace.

You could only think about how lucky you were to have him, and Renjun could only think about that soon, he’d be able to proudly call you his wife.

[lisa-and-shadow]

I don’t know if you’re taking requests (no obligation here!) but in case you are,

7. I still can’t get you out of my mind even though I’m probably long gone from yours.

For Lyra and Gariad ☺️

The sun was beginning to set and the sky over the campsite was painted in streaks of orange and peach, which made the moonflowers' otherworldly glow even more bright in the waning daylight.

Gariad stood with the two other pawns that the Arisen, Lyra, had summoned for their journey. But he was hers and hers alone. And standing here now, watching her speak with the guard captain Beren he felt a pang of what he could only describe as possessiveness flare up inside him.

Seeing her smile and laugh so freely with someone else when she had shared so many smiles on the road that were just for him. He gritted his teeth.

Beren towered over Lyra, a great warrior of a beastren, and he gently placed his oversized hand on her shoulder as they spoke. Lyra leaned into his embrace, closing the gap between them.

Gariad cleared his throat, causing her to startle, “Arisen, the day grows short. Should we not be going?”

One of the other pawns spoke up immediately, “It is not our place to hurry the Arisen.”

Gariad shot him a withering glare, and the mage cowered, bowing his head.

Lyra excused herself from Beren’s side and walked over to the group of pawns, “We’re going to make camp here tonight. You can set up the tent over there.” She gestured to a spot a fair distance away from Beren’s tent. Turning, she began to walk back to the guard captain.

Gariad spoke up, “Will you not be joining us?” His tone was strained.

Lyra stopped, pausing silently before she turned to face her pawn. She looked over his shoulder to the others, who stood awkwardly, glancing at each other. “Would you two please set up the tent? I would speak to Gariad in private for a moment.”

She took a few steps until she was face to face with Gariad, looking up at him. He did not try to hide his displeasure, with his furrowed brow and mirthless smirk. But having her this close, his thoughts drifted to the scent of her hair and how invitingly soft her lips looked. He could feel his ire wane.

“Do you have something to say? You seem rather upset.”

“I merely inquired so I could best serve you, Arisen. Tis my duty after all,” Gariad replied with a sigh. He wondered if all he was meant for was duty and service.

Lyra raised her brows, incredulous, “For some reason I doubt that, Gariad.” She placed her hand on his forearm, “I know you worry about me. But I’ll be fine here. I promise.”

She searched his eyes for a moment, her expression seemed almost… hopeful.

His head swam with thoughts of all the things he wanted to say to her. All the feelings he wanted to express. But he dared not. He was afraid. Afraid she wouldn’t feel the same way. That she would reject him as nothing but the butcher’s blade he was. A weapon to be wielded in battle and then put away. The thought of it made his blood run cold and a stone form in his belly. No, no he couldn’t risk it. 

He simply nodded.

“Goodnight then, Gariad.” Lyra smiled at him, squeezing his arm before leaving to walk back to Beren’s tent.

Gariad stalked away to the campsite the pawns had set up, ignoring them as they sat around the fire. He paused only long enough to shuck off the necessary parts of his armor to allow for sleep. He crawled into the tent and lay down upon his bedroll, curling up on his side. 

He lay there for what felt like an eternity thinking of the Arisen. Of Lyra. His Lyra. He wondered if she thought of him at all that night. 

[badboydevotee]

Raindrops and Reveries

Chapter 2: Reverberations of Yesterday

Yohei was left alone in the bar after Saimon’s departure. He cleaned up with mechanical efficiency, but his mind was far from the task at hand. He kept returning to the moment you had left, to the way you had reminded him of someone from his past.

Leaning against the polished bar, Yohei looked at the spot where you had been seated. He murmured to himself, “She looks like Tsubaki...”

Tsubaki. The name echoed through his thoughts like a haunting melody. She had been his muse, his inspiration, and the source of his love for music. A love that had been one-sided, never spoken, and ultimately lost to the past. Her memory was intertwined with bittersweet recollections of what could have been, but what never was.

Yohei’s heart ached with the realization that, in some inexplicable way, you had brought back those feelings—feelings he had thought were long buried. The resemblance was more than physical; it was emotional, a reminder of a time and person he could never fully let go of.

His hands trembled slightly as he wiped down the counter. The serene atmosphere of the bar felt heavy, as if the air was charged with unspoken regrets and memories. The gentle jazz that had seemed so comforting now felt like a cruel reminder of the emotional distance between him and his past.

The rain had stopped, but Yohei could not shake the cold, the emptiness that had settled in his heart. The dance with you, brief and tender, had stirred something deep within him—something he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront.

As he closed up the bar for the night, Yohei couldn’t help but wonder if this new connection was a chance for something more or merely a reminder of the things he had lost. The bar’s tranquility had been shattered, and with it, the fragile peace he had built for himself. Yohei’s thoughts raced. He remembered with sudden clarity that you had left without a jacket. Panic surged through him. He couldn’t let you walk out into the night unprotected, not when the memory of Tsubaki was so fresh.

Without a second thought, Yohei bolted from the bar, the cold night air hitting him like a sharp reminder of reality. He scanned the streets, hoping to catch sight of you. The rain-soaked pavement reflected the city lights, but there was no sign of you. The chill in the air seemed to mock his desperation.

His mind raced through possible locations where you might have gone, and the nearest club came to mind. It was a popular spot, always bustling with people, and if you had gone there to meet someone, it was likely packed with revelers.

Yohei made his way to the club, his breath coming in visible puffs as he hurried through the now-dry streets. As he approached, the thumping bass and colorful lights signaled the vibrant chaos within. He pushed through the crowded entrance, the heat and noise hitting him with overwhelming force.

Inside, the club was a sea of bodies swaying and dancing to the pulsating music. The atmosphere was electric, a stark contrast to the serene bar he had just left. Yohei’s eyes scanned the throng of people, his heart pounding with both the effort and the urgency of the situation.

Navigating through the crowd was like moving through a living, breathing entity. The task of finding you in this vibrant, chaotic environment seemed nearly impossible.

Yohei’s search was frantic. Every time he thought he caught a glimpse of someone who resembled you, he was met with disappointment. The crowd was relentless, a blur of colors and movement, and every second felt like an eternity. His hope of finding you seemed to wane with each passing moment.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter Ao3 vers.

[bupia]

Eternal - Terzo x Fem!Reader

Summary: The things in your life were not going as you wanted to. You found yourself overwhelmed by a sense of hopelessness, immersed in a state of despair and uncertainty, you decided to give prayer a chance, entirely unaware of what life had prepared for you.

Words: 3.723

Warnings: SMUT (fingering; unprotected sex; dirty talk) | Italian swearing | Swearing | This is a fluff that escalates to smut!

You left your house with a resolve in your heart, determined to find solace within the embrace of a sacred space. Your eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for the first church, chapel, or any place that resonated with a sense of holiness. Spotting a church in the distance, you hastened towards its entrance, double-checking that no one else was around. Privacy was essential for the vulnerability of your prayers.

You approached the open front door of the church, and carefully ventured inside, ensuring the coast was clear. With a sense of liberation, you decided to do whatever you needed to do. Instead of venturing too close to the altar, you opted for one of the back benches, where you knelt down and brought your hands together in a heartfelt prayer. The quiet sanctuary enveloped you, allowing you to find solace and seek guidance in this sacred moment.

As you closed your eyes and whispered your heartfelt plea, a soft voice interrupted the silence from behind you. Startled, you turned around to find a man standing there, his eyes filled with warmth.

"Praying to God, bambina?" his words, lingered in the air.

A wave of emotions washed over you, leaving you feeling a mixture of surprise, relief, and a hint of vulnerability. The unexpected presence of someone in the church caught you off guard, as you had taken precautions to ensure the space was empty before entering.

You took a moment to collect yourself, "In my own way, I suppose. I just needed some guidance, some light." Your voice steadying as you replied.

He reached out, extending one of his gloved hands towards you. You eagerly grabbed hold of it, rising up from your kneeling position. The touch of his hand was gentle and reassuring, offering a sense of comfort and support in that moment.

"Sometimes, bambina, the answers we seek are closer than we think," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of wisdom. "Perhaps, in finding each other, we've found a source of light." He brought your hand close to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back of it. "The mass is almost ready to begin, don't you want to stay?"

"I appreciate the offer," you began, leaving his hand, "but I'm not the religious type. I believe that answers can be found in various ways, even outside the walls of this church."

He nodded understandingly, you gave him a gentle smile and made your way to the front door of the church. However, before you could make your way towards the exit, he reached out and gently grasped your arm, his touch urging you to stay.

"Could you at least wait outside for me?" he asked earnestly. "There's something I'd like to share with you, something that might offer a different perspective. It won't take long."

Although you never saw this man before, he had a charm that were really persuasive. You wanted to tell him "no" but at the same time, you wanted to stay and wait for him. And that was what you did, with a soft smile, you nodded in agreement.

Little did you know, that in making the decision to wait for him outside the church, you would make a change in your life. After all, life, it seemed, had a way of proving us wrong when we least expected it. When the church doors swung open, you caught a glimpse of him stepping out, his eyes searching for you. And there it was—the most radiant smile you had ever seen.

You still remember the talk you two had on that day. Thee memory of your conversation with him flooded back, leaving a lasting imprint on your heart. His undivided attention, the way he listened intently to every word you spoke, made you feel seen and understood in a way you had never experienced before. When he came with the revelation that he was the leader of the mass, a sense of shock washed over you. He didn't fit the stereotypical image of a church leader, and the realization that he held such a position in a Satanic context left you momentarily trembling. Despite the initial surprise, you couldn't deny the magnetism he exuded, the way he made you feel seen and valued, and from that day forward, you found yourself attending the Sunday masses regularly.

Falling in love with him came effortlessly, as natural as the rhythm of your own breath. The depth of your connection grew with each passing week, fueled by shared experiences and profound conversations. There was an undeniable chemistry between you two, but as your heart grew more entangled in the web of love, a lingering question remained: Did him feel the same way?

Then, on a day that felt like any other, something shifted. As the final chords of the mass reverberated, the congregation began to disperse, leaving you and him standing face to face, he stepped forward, and his lips met yours in a gentle, passionate kiss. And at that moment, doubts and fears dissipated.

Honestly, Love was a word and a feeling that had forever eluded your complete understanding. Countless songs, quotes, books, movies, and TV shows tried to capture its essence, but it remained elusive, slipping through your fingers like an ethereal mist. However, the concept of an unbreakable bond between two individuals, as described by Madame de Stäel in her book, Corinne, or Italy: "Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end." Though it seemed fantastical, you couldn't help but be drawn to the idea, wondering if such an all-encompassing love truly existed.

It wasn't that you didn't believe in love. Of course, you did. But the idea of a love that transcended time, that existed beyond the limitations of mortal existence, was something you doubted. The kind of love that could make time slip away, erase the memory of how it all began, and alleviate the fear of its eventual conclusion seemed like a mere fantasy.

As you spent more and more time with him, your comprehension of love expanded and deepened, it transcended the limits of mere existence, creating a bond that defied the conventional boundaries of time and space. You began to comprehend the true nature of love and its ability to surpass the constraints of time and mortality. The realization crashed over you like a tidal wave, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of foolishness for ever doubting the existence of such an extraordinary love, the kind that only the most passionate souls could fathom.

The sheer depth of your disbelief, once an unyielding conviction, now appeared like a relic of a bygone era. It felt as if a veil had been lifted, exposing a whole new realm of emotions and connections that were previously unimaginable. The intensity of your bond with him shattered all preconceived notions, leaving no space for doubt or skepticism to linger.

Love swept you both off your feet, and in no time, you found yourselves deeply in love, inseparable from one another. It didn't take long for you to make the leap and move in together, creating a cozy and shared space where your love could flourish.

Now, as you nestled together on the bed, the comforting warmth of Terzo's presence enveloped you like a cozy blanket on a chilly morning. His arm held you close, radiating a comforting heat that made you feel safe and loved to the core. Turning your body to face him, you rested your forehead gently against his collarbone, closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, inhaling deeply, savoring the comforting scent that enveloped you—a unique blend of warmth, comfort, and love. You enveloped him, wrapping your arms around him with a firm and loving hold, letting out a sigh.

A gentle chuckle slipped from Terzo's lips, coaxing your eyes open. "Are you already awake, cara?" he murmured, his eyes fluttering open lazily.

A tender smile graced your lips as you noticed the slight huskiness in his voice. "Yes, but it's too early. You can go back to sleep."

He shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "And miss these precious moments with you before I have to leave? No, grazie, amore mio."

"Are you sure? I don't want to disrupt your rest," you started, but he interrupted you, gently planting a sweet kiss on your lips, leaving you momentarily breathless.

You couldn't help but giggle as Terzo playfully showered you with kisses, his lips trailing a path of affection across your face. "I don't usually enjoy waking up early, but for you, I'm more than willing to make an exception, cara." His hand, delicately, caressed your back pulling you closer to him, pressing your bodies closer. "And I wouldn't miss these precious early hours with you for anything in the world," he whispered, biting his lower lip.

He held your chin, tilting your head in his direction. Terzo's lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a fervor that consumed you both. His lips danced upon yours, exploring every curve and contour with an intoxicating hunger, leaving nips on your lips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Your mouths moved in perfect harmony, a synchronized dance of desire and longing. Lips parted, allowing tongues to intertwine in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed over your body, caressing your skin with feather-light touches.

He pulled back, taking a moment to admire the vision before him. Your eyes were closed, a slight smile playing at the corners of your mouth. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breathing shallow.

"Sembri così bellissima in questo momento." He whispered against your lips, kissing them softly. He cupped your face in his hand, "ti amo, cara." His word sent shivers down your spine, causing goose bumps to appear in your body.

"I love... you too," you replied breathlessly.

His hand found its way from your back to your breast, kneading it through the thin material of your nightie. A gasp escaped your lips as he brushed his thumb over your nipple, hearing his mischievous giggle. His hand slid to your waist, reaching for your thighs, pulling your leg to rest on his waist, pressing you tightly against him. Your body arched into him as he pulled you closer, pressing his hardness against your core.

His lips collided again on yours, sliding his tongue between your lips, tasting the sweetness of your mouth. You moaned softly into his mouth as he sucked your tongue inside, licking it slowly, teasingly. His hand slid up under your nightie, pulling it higher, exposing your breasts to to the cool air. He lowered his head, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking his tongue across it. Your hips began to grind against him, grinding yourself against him.

His hand slid down your body, slipping beneath the fabric of your panties, caressing your wetness. "You're so wet for me..." Terzo's fingers explored your delicate folds, "I want you so bad..." he whispered in a voice filled with longing.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he skillfully teased you, his fingers delicately tracing circles around your sensitive clit. The sensations overwhelmed you, causing your hips to instinctively grind against his hand, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he offered. With a gentle glide, his fingers slipped inside you, effortlessly navigating your tight and wet depths.

His fingers moved in and out of you, pumping in and out of you, faster and faster. Your hips keep rocking against his hand, while you gasped as they plugged deeper into you, filling you completely. He thrust his fingers inside and out of you, matching the rhythm of your hips. As he felt your body begin to convulse, tightening around his fingers, he continues to pump them inside of you. Your moans grew louder, and your body tightened even more around his fingers.

"Please," you begged, "please take me... I need you inside me..."

He leaned forward kissing you passionately, moving in and out of you, keeping you on the edge. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the climax, your body shaking uncontrollably. He slowed his pace, wanting to make it last longer. Your body shook hard as he pulled out his fingers from inside of you, bringing then to his mouth, sucking them clean.

He let out a grunt, "you feel so good." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, biting down on his lips,"tastes so good." He opened his eyes again with a look of pure ecstasy.

He rolled over onto his back, pulling you with him. "I want you to ride me, mia cara. I want to see you fucking yourself on my cock." He said, looking at you with an almost evil smile.

You returned his smile, positioning yourself in anticipation. Your hands instinctively found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants, deftly pulling them down to his knees. As the fabric slid away, his throbbing member was unveiled. The sight made your heart skip a beat, of course you were already used to the view, but his thickness always looked like it would split you in two. You moved your hand up and down the shaft, feeling the heat emanating from it. You ran your tongue across your bottom lip, as you sat up, rubbing your wetness on his length, teasing him, moaning softly.

He grabbed your hips tightly, "are you going to tease me now?" he asked, his voice sounding like gravel.

"No," you replied. "I'm going to fuck you." You positioned yourself above his hardness, placing the tip of his member against your entrance, gently pushing against it, trying to get it into you.

He groaned loudly, "slowly," he instructed.

You felt it slide in just slightly, making you moan loudly. You push harder, leaving your walls stretching around him, as you felt him enter you. You tried to push yourself onto him, but he held you in the place.

"Don't move." He commanded. You nodded looking into his eyes.

He started thrusting himself into you, making sure that every inch of his length was inside of you. You closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of being filled completely, tightening around him. He began to pick up speed, your legs shaking under you. He reached and grab both of your breasts, squeezing them softly.

"Terz-Oh!" You screamed out. "So good! Fuck!"

"You like my cock?" he asked, his voice low.

A wordless affirmation escaped your lips as you nodded, your mouth slightly agape in a silent moan.

His movements intensified, slamming into you with an increased force. "Then, tell me how much you love my cock, cara," he urged.

His thrusts continued with a fervent rhythm, hitting that perfect spot inside you that ignited waves of pleasure. In a swift motion, he sat up on the bed, his grip on your hair becoming firmer as he pulled your head back, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. A surge of primal desire consumed him as he sank his teeth into your exposed flesh.

In the heat of the moment, pleasure coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. "I love your cock. It feels so good!"

He released his grip on your hair, his hand gently settling on your back, providing a sense of support and stability. "Brava ragazza! Cazzo! You're still so tight," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire.

Sensing the need for restraint, he slowed his pace, his hand tenderly cupping your face. "You're not allowed to come just yet," he whispered, a teasing edge in his voice. "You must wait until I give you permission."

You nodded in agreement, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you both caught your breath. You started to move your hips, up and down on his length, feeling it slide in and out of you. He was still holding you on your back, you could feel with each move him getting harder inside of you. He didn't say anything, he kept looking into your eyes, watching you.

He pulled you off for a second, with a devilish smile on his lips. "Forgot how to talk, mia cara? You know I work with words."

You shake your head breathless. "Y- Yes!" you stammer, "your cock feels amazing inside of me."

"Does it, amore?" he pushed you down onto it again.

Your arched your back at the feeling of him moving inside of you, you could feel yourself getting wetter, you felt him start to push himself deeper inside of you, making you gasp. You could feel him going deeper and deeper inside of you.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" you moaned, biting your lip. "I'm so close, please don't stop!" You begged, grinding your hips in the same rhythm of his thrusts inside of you.

The more he thrust, the tighter your walls got around him. You were getting close to cumming. You could feel your juices flowing from within you to his member. It was almost too much, you were going to come any second now.

With a gentle motion, he withdrew from you, shifting his position to lie you down on the bed, your back resting against the soft sheets. Your legs automatically squeezed together, trembling, making you arch your back. The anticipation built as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading them apart with care and intention, creating a space for him to reenter you.

"Tell me what you want." He said running his hands on your inner thighs, causing you to shiver by his touch.

"I want to cum, Terzo. Please, make me cum, let me cum."

You rolled your eyes as he guided his shaft back into you, his grip on your waist tightened, establishing a firm connection. The rhythm of his thrusts quickened, filling you with an intensifying wave of pleasure. With each movement, he gazed down at you, a smile of satisfaction and desire playing on his lips.

Your legs wrapped around his body, pulling him closer. "You like that?" A deep growl escaped his lips as he maintained the pace, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of desire and admiration. "You look absolutely beautiful when I fuck you, cara," he murmured in a voice laced with passion.

You nod frantically, unable to speak. He starts to move faster, harder. His face contorts, his eyes closed. He leaned in closer, his lips finding one of your sensitive nipples, playfully biting down, causing a delightful mixture of pleasure and a gasp to escape your lips. Your hands instinctively grasped the pillow behind your head, holding on as his teeth found their way to your other nipple, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The sensation made you squirm, a delightful blend of pleasure and desire enveloping you in an intoxicating embrace.

"Sì, cara, sì. Scream for me!" he whispered close to your ear. "Per l'amor di Satana, you feel so good."

His lips found yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue entered your mouth, dancing with yours. Your hands found their way to his chest, caressing his skin. He moaned, breaking away from your kiss. He kissed down your neck, moaning close to your ear.

"Cara, I'm going to cum soon," he whispered on your ear. "Cum for me, cum on my cock." One of his hands left your waist going to your clit, rubbing if fast.

You nod, your eyes glazed over with lust. You can feel his body tensing up, he's getting close. Your legs shaking with his touch, stimulating your clit on the same rhythm he pounds inside of you. You bite your lip, your breathing becoming shallow. You can feel your orgasm building up inside of you, biting your lips, you let your walls contracting hard around his shaft.

"Oh yes, please, please," you whispered, trying to hold back your climax.

"I love when you beg for me, mia cara." He whispered, sucking your earlobe, his hand still rubbing your clit. "Cum for me, cum for me now!" He commands, his voice growing louder.

You cry out, your body convulsing as he continued to rub your clit, making sure you lose control. You feel your orgasm rush over you, your muscles twitching around his length. He grunts, straightening up. His movements becoming erratic, letting your name escape his lips, he pulls out of you, his shaft covered in your juice. He starts to stroke his hardness fast, moaning loudly.

"I'm going to cum, amore, cazzo!" His voice, hoarse with desire, reverberated through the room as he reached his climax, releasing himself onto your belly. The echoes of his passionate moans filled the air.

Terzo fell onto you, his body pressing against yours. As his weight settled upon you, your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, fingers tangling within the locks. You held him close, weaving through his hair, the touch acted as a soothing caress, a tender gesture of affection that reflected the depth of your connection. As you caught your breath, the weight of Terzo's body against yours offered a comforting presence. The rise and fall of his chest matched your own.

As you gazed into each other's eyes, a knowing smile formed on your lips. He reached for the nearby sheets, pulling them over both of your bodies. Terzo's body gently rolled to the side, his arm encircling your waist, drawing you closer to him.

You nestled into the curve of his body, finding solace in his embrace. "I guess we can go back to sleep a little bit more before you have to go." You whispered.

His touch grew tender as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his voice laced with affection. "Sì, I guess you're right," he murmured. "Ti amo..." he whispered, closing his eyes.

With a smile on your lips, you nuzzled your face against his chest. "I love you too..." You closed your eyes, surrendering to the serenity of the moment. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against your head, lulled you into a state of peacefulness. With this moment of tenderness and love, you both surrendered to the sweet embrace of sleep.

Grammar ⸻

Bambina - Girl Cara - Dear No, grazie, amore mio - No, thank you, my love Sembri così bellissima in questo momento - You look so beautiful right now Ti amo - I love you Brava ragazza - Good girl Cazzo - Fuck Sì, cara, sì - Yes, dear, yes Per l'amor di Santana - For the love of Satan

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SAMPLE 002. jeon jungkook | childhood friends to lovers au

Jeon Jungkook is a man of paradox. He is simultaneously a hunk who has been working out after high school to gain muscle, and a dork who rants passionately about his games and animes. He is simultaneously hot with his sculpted body and picturesque visage, and adorable with his big doe eyes and pouty lips. He is simultaneously annoying with his constant teasing and playing around, and comforting with his innate ability to know what to do without being told a single word.

He is both your childhood best friend... and your current crush.

How did this happen? You can't be too sure yourself. At first, he really is just your best friend since the start of high school. All the sleepovers and late night gaming sessions had been nothing but platonic, and in your eyes, they still are. But recently, it seems like every time he comes to sleep over at your apartment and every time he hangs out with you all feel like it has a deeper meaning. A romantic connotation that you can't shake off.

And before you delve deeper into those thoughts, his voice brings you back into reality. He calls your name again, and your eyes focus on him.

You are in his apartment for your usual gaming session. The screen of the TV flashes with a victory screen on his end and a defeat on yours.

"You okay?" he asks. His big doe eyes searches your face, and his brows scrunch up in worry. "You were spacing out again."

You can spend the rest of eternity just getting lost in his eyes, but his look of concern grounds you back to reality. You shake your head and give him a smile. "Yeah. No, yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't get enough sleep last night."

He knows all your habits and routines, and if he can tell you're lying, he doesn't say anything about it.

"Are you having nightmares?" he asks instead.

"You could say that."

Because in your dreams, Jungkook is your boyfriend. The sweetest and kindest man you've ever dated, and also the most romantic. The dream is usually set in a romantic date spot like at the beach during sunset or a walk in a rose garden with your hands intertwined. You still get butterflies when you remember them. His soft gaze and sweet smile, the phantom touch of his lips on yours. Then he faces you, calls your name, and gets down on one knee.

Your heart races, soars even.

He beckons a child who looks so much just like him from somewhere out of your peripheral, and says, "I'd like you, my best friend, to meet my son."

Your heart crashes. The floor beneath you disappears, and you wake up with a jolt.

He calls your name again, and you're back at his apartment. The screens still shows the same thing, but his hand is now on your shoulder.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

But how can you tell Jungkook that you were in love with him without damaging all your years of friendship?

What if he doesn't like you back and feels awkward around you when you confess? What if he starts to distance himself from you because of it?

Or, worst of all, what if he already loves someone else?

What if he already has someone waiting for him?

As his best friend, you probably would be the first one to know. Jungkook is currently not dating anyone, though he is known to sleep around a bit.

"...meet my son," your mind echoes his dreamself's words.

What if he accidentally got one of his hookups pregnant?

Jeon Jungkook? Careless with his hookups? As if!

Jungkook is close enough that you can count his lashes if you wanted. His eyes looks at you, his mouth hangs open, and his hand squeezes your shoulder.

What if... you just took a chance?

In a beat, you close your eyes, pull him close, and kiss him on the lips with the passion of a thousand burning suns. He stiffens, unsure what to do. His lips are as soft as you imagine, and his scent intoxicates you. This is everything you thought it would be.

But the moment passes.

You pull away and open your eyes to see his confused expression. His hand hovers over your shoulder, his mouth hangs open in surprise, and his big doe eyes looks straight through you.

Oh God... What did you just do?

[hispipsqueak]

Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW  WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy. 

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him. 

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement. 

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed. 

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on. 

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before. 

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure.  After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat. 

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush. 

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit. 

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent. 

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you. 

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles. 

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…”  He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

[helenazbmrskai]

Garden Of Red Petals (M)

– A dying planet reaches out to save her soil from infertility. Straws are drawn and seven men accept the burden to take care of the planet’s soil and in return, the planet provides them with mates. Old tales indicate that seven women were to arrive and fulfil the ache in their hearts for eternity. –

⤷ Part of Alien Garden Series

Pairing – Alien! Jungkook x Reader

Genre – Alien AU, Sci-Fi, Smut, Strangers To Lovers

Summary – You couldn’t find a better flower to represent his burning passion than the red roses in his garden.

Warnings – water sex, outdoor sex (but they’re alone), switch! jungkook + switch! reader, grinding, dry humping, brief handjob, mentions of (f) oral, fingering, big dick! jungkook, you only eat one petal folks so this is what happens when you don’t eat the petal (uhm, aphrodisiac) to take alien cock but you manage, size kink (duh), finger sucking, kissing, dirty talk, unprotected and penetrative sex, lots of cum, cockwarming, jk stuffs his cum inside you and asks you to keep it in, cum kink (?) yeah let’s go with that

Word Count – (5,5k)

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A sweet smell lingers in the air something flowery that reminds you of a sweet childhood memory. Your eyes fly open on reflex as you try to take in your unfamiliar surroundings, your nose more awake than your droopy eyes. You inhale the suffocating aroma of roses while your eyes dart around the place, searching for something or someone inside the enormous rose garden that is well kept there’s no way it’s abandoned as you see freshly made cuts to get rid of the withered flowers. There must be an owner somewhere.

Your eyes discover a path in the middle that beckons you to follow it and your legs move on their own, your hands dusting off your clothes, thinking that maybe it will lead you to someone who could answer your questions about this place. Even the roses seem to bend into a specific direction and you’re curious to find out what that might mean. Your mother used to have red roses in her garden so the endless flowerbeds give a sense of calmness to wash over you and add familiarity to this odd dream. She liked to use freshly cut pairs to decorate the dining table in your old home. A few of them were always in the centre of the table while your family shared a meal sitting in a pretty vase till it lasted for you to ogle at. Unfortunately, they only last for a few days.

You never had a dream like this before, somehow, it feels different from anything you experienced before but not real at the same time. The path takes a left turn so you turn left as well, the road ahead of you stretches into two separate roads but oddly enough you know where to go which path to take so you take another left. It leads you to a clearing surrounded by more rose bushes that hardly surprises you anymore but a man crouching near the water makes all the difference in the scenery and your eyes widen.

His muscular back is full of angry red marks that catches your attention he’s too far away to see more details of his features but you’re sure it’s a he. You watch the man take a step further ahead of him staying with his foot at the edge of the rock but by the time your lashes flutter open a second time after a dreamy blink he’s under the water. Disturned droplets from the mass of liquid that ensures you it did happen.

He’s up before you could worry about his safety and you realise you’ve been holding your breath the whole time like you were the one instead with its head submerged under the spring water. You think you remained perfectly still while you were watching him but he makes eye contact with you suddenly as if sensing your presence and your breath hitches. He’s watching you with a curious tilt to his head if you’d be closer you could have seen the mischievous glint in his eyes. His gaze is piercing even from a fair distance.

Not knowing what to do you stay rooted to your spot, your cheeks turn to a lovely shade of rosy red from being caught staring at this beautiful stranger. A charming smile lits up his entire face doe eyes observe you expectantly. It only takes a gesture from him to realise he wants you to approach him and approach him you do. Your inner voice screams in your head at full force telling you to turn around and don’t ever look back but your body doesn’t listen to that silly voice in the back of your head, you feel enchanted by his strong presence and you find yourself wanting to go take a closer look. He’s like the roses to you that surround your body, even with thorn you want to reach out with the possibility of getting hurt and once your burgundy blood spills and your head mocks you with its ’i told you so’ you still can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for it.

His face becomes clearer with each step in his direction and his eyes are turning playful. You don’t feel shy till you’re face to face with him but he seems to like your reddened state and girlish embarrassment sit like an open book to read on your face. Now that you’re closer you could see the weird markings on his face and chest what you thought to be bruises turned out to be petals like the ones planted in this mystery garden.

It looks like rose petals are all across his skin in different shades and shapes, only one part of his face has a kind of flowing petals like a teardrop would fall down his full cheeks but there’s something else that catches your attention. There’s a half-moon shaped red petal marking under his left eyebrow that makes the petal formations even more unique. You can’t tear your eyes away from his beauty.

He obviously knows you’re staring (not that you were trying too hard to hide it) when that eyebrow raises in question and there’s an almost childish sparkle in his orbs as you lock eyes with him. He’s not shy even though technically he’s the one who’s half naked and wet, you’re the only one who’s self-conscious.

You didn’t realise he’s standing that close to the edge again until his hand grips your wrist in a sudden attack, using his strength to pull your unsuspecting body down into the water. Everything about you gets drenched, your hair, your clothes, your shoes, everything. The man just smiles when you let out a loud yelp he has two steady hands on your waist to guide your body above the water as soon as you ungracefully land he has at least half a mind not to let you drown. Your heaving chest is flush against his naked one that gets all your blood to travel to your blushing face.

You shiver even though the water is lukewarm around you but he decides to humour you as he pulls you impossibly closer or he was just waiting for an excuse to do that. His warm breath hits your neck first before you feel his lips close around your pulse point taking advantage of the hug to taste your skin. One hand tosses your hair to frame your other shoulder in wet heavy locks so he could slip lower and trace the shape of your collarbones with his pillowy lips possessively.

Your hands hover above his shoulders undecided what to do with them until he guides them to pull on his dark hair. There’s a tiny moan coming from him that resonates against your throat when you abide by his wishes, his voice is low and manly unfiltered desire drips from it like honey.

You jolt awake when he leans in to kiss you, red petals surround your laid down form as you crumble some in between your grip to finally feel stable enough to sit without feeling dizzy, the ghost of a kiss from the beautiful stranger with flaming red markings lingers on your parted lips. You don’t want to admit it but you’re disappointed about the sudden interruption, you wanted to enjoy the cool feel of his lips before you had to come back to reality. Thinking about reality, there’s a familiar sight when you look around and your body stiffens. The melody is sweet, you can’t pinpoint a particular direction where the voice might be from so you follow your instincts.

”Where the hell am I?” You murmur under your nose, following the cheerful song to see who this beautiful melody belongs to. Your head is getting clearer from the sleepy fog and you almost gasp loudly when your predicament seems to be correct. This is the rose garden from your dream, you’re sure of it and strangely enough, you’re not creeped out by it when you see that beautiful stranger again just in a different setting. The man who you still don’t know the name of is cutting fresh roses, picking the thorns out one by one without getting hurt. You don’t want him to stop the song so you observe him a little longer before you eventually decide to make your presence known.

”Uh, hi. Can you perhaps tell me where I am? I think I’m lost.” You cringe hearing your own high pitched voice. This man has a peculiarly different reaction than the one in your dream who looked bold and playful. He drops the rose in his hands and falls face first into the accumulated red flower bed that conveniently cushioned his fall. You bite your tongue to avoid laughing out loud but his wide doe eyes are making it hard for you not to coo at least from the cuteness.

”I didn’t mean to startle you.” The corner of your lips twitches to fight off a smile. His mouth is agape as he cranes his neck to look up at you from the position like he’s in disbelief to see you. There’s a sense of familiarity in his passionate gaze that takes place after his initial shock wears off.

You offer him a hand to help him up and he gracefully accepts it curling his much larger hand around yours like a puzzle piece. Your faces are closer than you anticipated when he regains his full height but neither of you does anything to change it. This time you need to look up into his eyes.

”Wow, I can’t believe it’s my turn! The boys will be so jealous. Well, except Taehyung because he already found his flower.” You could hardly concentrate on his words as he started jumping up and down in place, holding onto your hand like a lifeline and eyes radiating pure joy and excitement. You don’t understand a single word that he said but you let him indulge in his happiness for a few more minutes before you ask him about it.

”What is this place and what do you mean it’s your turn?” Your confusion is written all across your face. The man in front of you stopped his celebration and took a huge breath of fresh air into his lungs before he explained your situation. By the time he finished his interesting monologue, you feel like the main protagonist in a sci-fi movie. The hardest part to wrap your mind around is the fact that you’re on a different planet and have no recollection of how you even got here. After you somehow tackled that part down there’s still this flower thing going on.

It’s unbelievable how a planet chose you to be this person’s mate for eternity without even discussing it with you, it just feels surreal it’s not even a full day that you were doing your own thing on Earth and now you’re suddenly on a different planet without any means of transport to reach home. The fact that now you need to live here with only one other female and seven other males in the vicinity blows your mind away.

”Well, I guess I have the right to know the name of the man I’m supposed to be paired up with.” Jungkook was watching you anxiously this whole time. He remembers how Taehyung’s flower kind of freaked out by this and he didn’t want to be the first one to be rejected by their flower. He doesn’t know anything about you yet but he really wants to. So when you ask for his name he beams with a perfect smile on his face. If you want to know his name that probably means something good right? – that’s what he tells himself.

”Jungkook but call me whatever you want!” His cheerful answer makes you laugh this time aloud. You offer him your name in a more reserved tone, he calls your name like it’s the most precious sound on Earth, or well, on Trebis. You can’t say you don’t like it. There’s something else that has been bothering you since you woke up so you take the chance and ask about it while it’s still on your mind.

”I had this really weird dream before I woke up here and you were in it.”

”A dream?” Something changed in his shiny orbs as you mentioned your dream but you can’t tell what it is that changed and he snickers silently under his nose before offering any kind of explanation.

”I think you should ask about it from Taehyung’s flower, you’ll be embarrassed if I explain it to you.”

And oh boy you were embarrassed the next day you actually met with a lovely girl with wild hair full of pink petals in it and she told you everything there is to know about ’mates’ and ’flowers’ as soon as you learned that this dream is a way to see you’re compatible with your match and the inappropriate thoughts that you were having while watching Jungkook bath is a form of a discreet push on the planet’s part to encourage you to mate with your partner. She told you that it’s surprising you didn’t have sex that day when you arrived. It’s not like you don’t find your alien match well, a match because he’s handsome and a very fun person to be around, you could even picture yourself falling in love with him. You thought it will be awkward to sleep in the same room as your alien but he was out like a light before you could turn to your other side.

You’re thinking about the things Taehyung’s mate told you while Jungkook busies himself with tending to his garden. He’s cutting flowers not too far away from you as you sit on a makeshift flowerbed of red rose petals. You heard that they taste good. You roll one petal between your fingers and watch the pinkish liquid coat your fingers as you experimentally crumbled them in your palm. They smell sweet.

Jungkook stopped cutting while you’re attention is still fixed on your hands. He rushes towards you to see if you cut yourself as there’s red coating your fingers but when the scent of rose petals hits his nostrils and see the crushed pieces stuck between the juncture of your fingers he understands that you were just playing and he visibly relaxes again. He didn’t realise he was holding your hand protectively until you tried to pull away shyly.

Seeing Jungkook kneeling before you is a sight to behold. You feel your stomach twist in a pleasant way that allows heat to spread through your entire body. The dream you had put ideas into your head, showing you an appetizer and now you want more, just like the core wanted you to react with lust and want. You can’t run or hide from the feeling that rooted itself into every crevice of your mind, there’s nowhere else you can go, you’re stuck here with Jungkook and you don’t even hate the idea of forever with him. It’s confusing to feel so many things at once with a simple glance in his direction.

”All of you have these petals on your skin?” You ask, curious, and you stretch your hand towards him to follow the lines but you hesitate to actually touch his skin without his explicit permission, you don’t want to invade his privacy or make him uncomfortable. However, he doesn’t feel that way at all if anything he’s dying to feel your touch on his skin. Having you near him but unable to act on his base desires is torture.  

Jungkook nods guiding your hand to touch the one under his brow first, he sighs contently and you gain confidence from his reaction to keep tracing his markings with delicately moving fingers.

”They appeared on our skin after the first week we spent here. They’re very sensitive, it connects us to our gardens. If we don’t take care of ourselves the flowers will eventually die there’s no garden without us and there’s no us without a garden.” You trace a long petal near his lips while listening intently mesmerised by his mouth forming the words, you could feel his jaw tense when your fingers venture lower to line along his pretty neck and follow the drops of petals down until his shirt allows you to. His garden is thriving in the distance, the rose bushes are bending to watch you two intimately as the petals open up to bloom and mirror the feelings inside the alien’s heart. His beautiful doe eyes are watching your every move, he has to restrain his hands from reaching out to you as well.

”I really want to kiss you right now.” Jungkook whispers it between you like he’s revealing a deep secret and to him, maybe it is. There’s a burning passion behind his words that easily catches you off guard. You had no idea you wanted his lips on yours before he pointed it out so appealingly.

You can’t nod your head fast enough to show him your eagerness with a bite to your lower lip, you meet him in the middle and kiss him back immediately until your lips are moving languidly over his.

First, it starts with your timid lips pressing against each other and more small little pecks are exchanged for sloppy seconds to get familiar with the feeling. After he realises you want this as much as he does Jungkook’s kiss turns out to be firmer against your pillowy lips, his hands find the back of your head and use it to pull you closer coaxing your mouth to open with a choked moan for him so he could explore more and more.

He chases after your sweet taste that’s better than any flower petal of his. Your hand leaves a red trail alongside his biceps as the slightly sticky liquid on your fingers transfers to his skin. Neither of you cares as he rubs his fingers on your thigh opening your legs to fit between them. Jungkook’s torso is trapped between your legs as he’s still kneeling before you and you use this to your advantage by snaking your hands around his neck and lick into his mouth. Both of you are breathless when the kiss ends, small chuckles are escaping from between your lips due to Jungkook’s cute gesture to nuzzle your noses together affectionately. Once your senses clear up again you faintly hear the water running. It reminds you of your dream as a thick blush spreads across your lovely skin.

”There’s a clearing nearby by any chance?” You surprised to hear your voice sound so affected just by his kisses. You can’t deny that you want more, feeling his lips on yours is even better than in your dreams and now there’s no chance of distraction. All you have to do is ask, that’s what Jungkook told you on the day you arrived. That he’ll do anything for you if you ask except for sending you home. He can’t do that even if he wanted to. That’s out of his power – so he made sure not to make an irresponsible promise even if momentarily it made you sad. Right now, however, you’re only fixated on him and the hungry look in his darkened orbs. It takes a while for him to register your words.

”Right, yeah. Do you want to bathe? This is a really warm day.” Jungkook looks away bashfully after his eyes regained their focus. You think he thought it was your subtle way of telling him to slow down and now he’s embarrassed. You find him endearingly cute like this so you entertain his thoughts for a little longer to see him squirm under your gaze. You can’t decide if his confidence is real or the way he blushes and looks away how he truly feels under his skin and you’re getting excited to find out soon.

”Where are you going?” You ask him playfully once he turns around to leave you. He sees the smirk adorning your features and if it’s possible he gets even more jittery under your heavy gaze.

”Come here.” You beckon him to get closer and when he does you start unbuttoning his pants.

”W-What are you doing?” Jungkook avoids your eyes but doesn’t stop you when you pull his pants and undergarments down his muscular legs. You take his hands after you removed all his clothes and guide them to the strap of your dress. He gazes over at the roses, looking at everywhere else that’s not your face or body but his fingers instinctively wrap around the thin material and start pulling it off your shoulders.

You take your time watching him toy with your straps low on your arms, your top half is naked while the dress is still hanging around your lower frame. Licking your lips you grab his hips and pull him close until you feel his hard cock rest against your covered legs. He gasps for air when you use the hands gripping around his tiny waist to press his bare cock into your body, the silky material of your dress creates the delicious friction that aids his low moans directly muttered into your ears. His hands grip your shoulders for leverage as you guide his motions to grind against you. Jungkook buries his face into your neck as soon as the dress falls to the ground now that his hands are not holding them in place. Your hand finds the wet tip of his cock that has Jungkook tighten his grip on you, he moans louder when you smear his arousal around his gritty length using his natural lubricant to glide along your skin smoother as you position him to grind against the juncture between your thighs. Now that your skin is wet with his precum you speed up placing both hands back on his waist to set the pace for his desperate thrusts.

The juice from the petals you crushed earlier now is dried on your right hand. It gives you an idea. You use the same hand that’s heavily coated by the red liquid to test out your wetness. Two of your fingers finds your clit with ease as you play with your pussy making sure that Jungkook is still rubbing his cock on your skin. Lost in the moment you don’t realise that Jungkook watches your hand work on your soaked centre, he imagines it’s his fingers instead that glide between your wet folds. He would slowly rub your clit for you and only when you’re whining and begging him would he slip two fingers inside your tight heat. He bets you would be so tight around his digits.

Your eyes widen in surprise when Jungkook spats your hand away from your needy pussy and positions his dick to feel you. He drags his cock up and down your folds gripping your hipbones firmly to keep you immobile. ”I want to taste you.” Jungkook sighs dreamily, watching you with half-lidded eyes. You think he’s going to eat you out but learn as soon as the request leaves his mouth that you’re very wrong when he has something different on his mind.

”I want to suck your fingers.” You blush this time around as you observe his fucked out expression, his mouth open waiting for you to give him your fingers. If you’d feel bold enough you would tease him and give him your other hand even though you know he wants the fingers that are coated with your essence but watching the erotic sight in front of you makes you obey without further thinking. You could feel the vibration from his sinful moan as he swirls his hot wet tongue around your digits, sucking and licking like a starved man having the most delicious meal. Your centre throbs in want as you see him enjoy himself so much. He lastly nips on your fingertips before you withdraw your hand.

He’s reluctant to pull away but you don’t have to wait long until he envelops your frame again with freshly picked petals in one hand. He drops them into the water and steps down from the rock, gently luring you to join him inside the spring. The water is cold but refreshing on a hot day like this when the sun is so high up in the sky. There’s a stray petal sitting on Jungkook’s collarbone and you feel the urge to lick it off his skin so you do just that. Sliding your hands down his torso to find the perfect place on his waist again as you bow down to kiss his mark covered shoulders, leaving a trail of saliva behind. You reach the petal with ease picking it up using your teeth. He visibly shudders when your pearly white teeth make contact with his sensitive skin. You first chew and then swallow proud when you see his expression painfully twist with the sheer desire in response to your teasing.

You feel heat pool into your lower belly even standing inside the water you feel yourself getting incredibly wet once again. Your slick is sliding down your inner thighs as dirty thoughts fill your head, you want to have his dick buried deep inside you so bad that you’re slowly going insane. ”J-Jungkook.”

You’re moaning his name pulling him closer until he’s firmly pressed against you. He could tell your desperation simply as he feels the same way. His hand grips the base of his dick to align the tip with your entrance, using his fingers that are rubbing your folds to get a direction as your lower halves are under the water. ”We’ll go at your pace. Whenever you’re ready.” His tip is nudging your entrance but not quite entering your inviting heat, he’s waiting for you to push your body towards him while his hand is rubbing comforting circles into your waist. You kiss his lips sweetly before you place your own hands on his hips as well to guide him into you. He penetrates you slowly feeling every inch as he stuffs you full. ”Ah, Jungkook. Too much.” You want to fit all of him inside but it seems like an impossible task as you feel your walls slightly burn. Jungkook can feel your snug walls stretch around him, leaving him barely any room to move as you envelop him tightly. It excites him how well you’re taking him he wants to test your limits as he pushes more of himself into your greedy cunt. Your arousal is pushed out as he eases more of his length inside you. Despite the tight fit, he can slide in easily as you’re so wet for him.

”My flower is opening up to me so beautifully. This beautiful wet pussy is all mine, right?” You nod your head as words fail you. Jungkook’s finger finds your clit underwater to ease the tension in your muscles and make you relax for him. He surprises you as he successfully coaxes more of his length inside with minimal burn. The water and your own arousal are helping greatly to keep your pain at bay.

You’re confused when he starts pulling out, you thought he wants to go all the way although he’s not letting you question his moves for long as he pushes back deeper than before. His thrusts are calculated and slow but persistent as he takes more each time he nestles inside you again, giving you time to recover before he moves his hips pushing in and out until the pain turns to only pleasure.

”I wish I could watch my cock move inside you. You’re so fucking tight. Ugh, can you take more? I want you to have all of me. You’ll take my cock right? I want to give all of myself to you my precious flower.”

You want to please him so you nod, meeting with his thrusts as you take another inch, already feeling so full that you don’t know if you could even handle more. You’re tempted to look down and see if you’re close to taking all of him or there’s still inches to go but Jungkook tilts your head to look into his eyes. He kisses you deeply as one hand came up from underwater to caress your cheeks with his cold fingers.

”I’m so proud of you. Hmmn, human’s are so tiny but you’re taking my big cock so fucking well. I don’t think I’ll ever fit entirely.” He’s not trying to mock you, you know that, you can see it in his eyes as he watches your body in awe but you still take full offence and you want to prove him wrong. Taking him well is not enough for you, you want to take him all. You gasp when he rolls his hips testing the flexibility of your walls distracting you from your thoughts. With each thrust of his hips, his cock rubs against your sweet spot making your insides clench. ”A-Ah, don’t d-do that. I can barely move as i-it is, you’re squeezing me so tight. I want to fuck your tiny hole forever.”

Feeling powerful as you see Jungkook lose himself because of you, you decide to proceed with your plan. You still his hips observing his eyes as it shows momentarily confusion of why you stopped him from moving but his eyes are opening wide as he feels your hips touch for the first time. You have a tight grip on his waist as you rest your head against his chest trying to get used to the feeling of him fully inside. It hurts but you want this, you know once your body gets accustomed to the feeling it will feel so good. Jungkook lets you rest, his fingers card through your hair while the other is tracing the line of your spine. He does this to distract himself from your throbbing warm heat.

Pushing the thoughts of how much he wants to fuck into you to the back of his mind. It’s enough to hold him back that he knows it won’t feel as good for you as for him if he moves now so he waits patiently until you’re ready. He learnt from the short time that you two spent together that you can extremely stubborn but he never thought you’ll take this as a challenge, his heart is filled with pride and appreciation for you.

You use his hips like before to set the pace once the pain subdues enough, strangely you start to like the pressure on your walls as he stretches you open on his big cock. He must see it on your face because there’s amusement colouring his voice.

”You like this, don’t you?” He chuckles darkly when you nod with your head thrown back when he takes over the motions, thrusting in and out faster and deeper than before as he makes sure you’re pussy is taking his full length until he’s entirely nestled in your stretched out cunt. You get impossibly tight around him once you’re close to the edge, tasting your sweet orgasm on your tongue before it washes over you with its incredible force.

Your moans mix in the air as Jungkook stills inside you unable to move as you cum around his twitching cock overwhelmed by the sensation of you coming undone. He never experienced such a tight fit before you.

Letting your taut walls squeeze his cum out till he’s spurting his big load inside, the tiny space is forcing his dick out of your spent hole to accommodate his impressive cum. Jungkook is surprised to realise he just released without needing to thrust in and out of your heavenly cunt to create the delicious friction that made him go over the edge so many times before on his home planet – he never once cum from just being inside someone but you managed to steal his breath away.

”Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You lazily smile up at him entirely spent as you let him clean you in the water that so conveniently surrounds you.

”No more.” You protest with a whine when Jungkook slips two of his fingers inside, the feeling bordering to be more painful than pleasurable.

”Shh. Let me do this for a minute I need to feel how well you took my cum.” He’s strangely fascinated and you can’t quite tell why but silently obligated. If it makes him happy to plug his cum inside your pussy with his fingers then you’ll let him do that. Truth to his words he didn’t try to arouse you again he simply stayed there while his head rested on your right shoulder. ”Can you keep it inside just a little longer?” You nod clenching your walls to keep as much inside as you can while he helps you dress up after the bath.

[thedeathdoctor]

Saved by the Succ

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Inspired by this post by @raccoonmonster

NSFW crack under the cut

Fire burned in your chest as your lungs worked overtime to provide oxygen to your aching legs. Running was never your forte, instead, you preferred hiking and long walks; currently you had no choice. Not with the man after you, surprisingly fast for his hulking form at times, swinging a chainsaw wildly at your heels. Nothing in the area looked familiar, just long, brittle grass and waist high briars that seemed to reach out for you, drawing long, red streaks across your exposed skin. 

Up ahead, a long forgotten farmhouse caught your attention, barely visible through the surrounding overgrowth. Perhaps if you could hide and wait...he might keep running. Hide a day or two for him to leave for sure, then try to walk along the roads until you could find someone to flag down. You didn’t have much energy left to keep going. 

Taking a quick glance back, you could no longer see the man behind you, though the chainsaw motor could be heard still moving towards you, loudly clearing the brush you had slipped through moments before. You spurred yourself on, promising your struggling body the rest it demanded when you were safely hidden.

You ran past the house and once you were certain that there was no line of sight between you, circled around to a side entrance. Gingerly, you stepped around the weave of vines and dead growth as silently as you could. Old floorboards creaked under your feet, and you dropped to your hands and knees. As a kid, you’d learned how to sneak out of your parent’s house with its creaky foyer once you were old enough to find you way into more trouble. 

Light filtered down into the house though the holes and broken windows in the walls, dust dancing in the beams. In the hallway of the first floor, you found a mostly intact closet and scrambled inside. Your back pressed into the corner as you hugged your knees to your chest, bringing your forehead to rest on them to stifle your heaving breaths. 

Your ears were on high alert as you scrunched your eyes shut and prayed for help. Outside, you could hear the man searching for you. You wondered when he would look inside the house, tearing though the fragile wood that veiled you. 

Finally, after an eternity had passed, aging you well over a hundred years, the sound dimmed before subsiding completely. And still you did not move. You did not move until the light filtering into the closet had faded entirely, leaving you alone in the dark. 

You were exhausted, but something in the back of your head urged you that you needed to keep going. You needed to find help. 

Tentatively, you emerged from your hiding spot. Soft, cool moonlight faintly illuminated the house, giving you enough confidence to stand up. You hadn’t heard anything of the man for hours. Besides, no one in rural anywhere did much of anything between sunset and sunrise. With the light of the moon, you could start walking and get a decent distance away in the hours of the night. 

You exited the house, leaving through the least overgrown doorway. The faint impression of a private road leading away from the house curved off towards the left. 

You set off towards the road, not looking forward to the journey that lay ahead of you. You didn’t want to think about it, the other dangers that came with the night, coyotes, unseen venomous snakes, hidden holes in the ground that waited to break your ankles. Though the moonlight aided your vision, you remained focused intently on the ground as you walked, searching for the next safe footstep. 

As you rounded the bend in the path, a crashing sound behind you startled you before enormous arms picked you up and tossed you over the person’s shoulder. A scream escaped your lips as you, though upside down and closer than you ever wanted, recognized the blood stained apron of your pursuer. Your body was weak and tired, and you did not have much left in you to struggle to escape. All you could do was rest your head, your cheek smushing up against the man’s belly with his every step. 

Your arms dangled limply, brushing the bottom of the leather apron. The blood rushing to your head gave you a lightheaded sensation and you felt nearly giddy. Thoughts of how to escape him turned into an acute awareness of his powerful thighs as they flexed under the apron. You wondered dumbly to yourself about what size cock such a man like this would hold. 

Whatever the reason, either the exhaustion, terror, or the memento mori of it all, you slid a hand up towards his crotch and began to rub him through the heavy apron. Truly, you weren’t sure if he had noticed it, much less felt it because his gait hadn’t changed. Still, you persisted, feeling a slight bulge form, pressing back against the leather. 

The anticipation of his reaction motivated you to gather up the apron skirt in one hand, moving it aside for your other to slide across the front of his pants. His crotch was warm, even through the rough fabric of his trousers. Still mostly soft, his cock easily spanned from your fingertip to your wrist. Gently, you began to knead it with your palm, feeling it grow and stiffen against your hand.

From behind the grotesque mask, a soft, low moan was the audible feedback you wanted to hear. You didn’t expect it to sound so...husky, deliciously erotic for the voice of a monster. You realized that his breathing had gotten heavier, and his pace began to slow from the brisk powerwalk that it had been. 

He was half hard when he let out another moan. The free hand at his side twitched as if he wanted to readjust himself, but couldn’t bring his hand to touch yours. Certainly very strange for a man who held your thighs tight to keep you over his shoulder. 

The curiosity overwhelmed you, and you slipped your fingers past the waistband of his trousers. Your hand explored where you desperately wanted - but couldn’t - see. Precum dribbled and drooled from the tip; you used the generous fluid to slick your fingers before proceeding further. His foreskin easily retracted to expose the sensitive head, and you reveled in sliding it gently back and forth. 

He now struggled to walk, each step getting slower and slower. Yet he did not stop you, despite his strength. This man had the power to do whatever he wanted with you and still allowed you to continue. A brief thought flickered across your mind. You wondered if anyone had ever touched him like this before.

Your fingers wrapped around the top of his cock as your thumb traced circles around the tip. In your grasp, he grew until the tip of your thumb and middle finger were unable to meet when wrapped around. He had stopped walking, now just standing in the path letting you explore his length. 

You began to stroke him, conservatively at first, your hand sliding over the protruding veins that crisscrossed his shaft. He was impressive, in both length and girth, and you wanted nothing more than to fill yourself up with it. Your body, coursing with arousal, ached with your need, and you were unable to do what you wanted with him from your current position. 

Greedily, you pulled his apron away further, your elbow keeping it in place to free up your other hand. His trousers were easily undone, letting you slip his cock out so you could stroke him with both hands. His head tilted back, ever so slightly as he groaned in pleasure, and slowly, carefully sunk to his knees. The hulking, murderous man was becoming putty in your hands, his hips mindlessly matching the pace you stroked him at. 

The arm holding you over his shoulder relaxed and you took full advantage, swinging your right leg over his head and hooking your calves behind his head, centering your body with his. With your thighs squeezing his head, he had a spectacular view of your ass that he was unable to keep his hands off of. Drooling and throbbing, his cock was mesmerizing, and you held it in both hands as you brought the tip to your lips. 

The sounds he made were exquisite, deep, heady moans over his ragged, desperate panting encouraged you to be more vocal; you let out soft moans in between the wet kisses you lavished his cock with. Your tongue swirled across the tip, lapping up the precum spilling out, your lips coating the shaft with the mix of it with your drool. Your jaw ached to fit as much of him as you could, your hands attending to stroking the remaining length. 

You could feel him nearing his release, frantic and desperate for you to keep going, and you had never felt more powerful in your life. His body shuddered, and you took as much as you could of him into your mouth a moment before the first spurt hit your throat. Upside down, you struggled to swallow as much of it as you could, releasing his spent cock from your lips afterward. 

Uncrossing your legs, you flipped yourself onto the ground, your eyes darting around for an escape while he was still dazed. One of his large hands grabbed you before you had a chance to run; you froze in place. He pinned you down against the earth, towering over you as you looked up at him, his helpless victim. As his fingers hooked around your pants and began to undo them, you realized he wasn’t about to kill you. He was going to return the favor.

[monsteronfire]

Fishing for a Star

type;; One-shot (6.4K words)

pairing(s);; fratboy!JK x older!Reader/OC

genre;; Slice of Life, Smut, College AU

warnings;; Drinking, oral (male receiving), shy!Koo, sub!Koo, slightly dom!Reader/OC, Yoongi being a dumbass voyeur, both parties pining for each other like idiots

a/n;; I feel like it’s been a motherfuckin’ year since I’ve written and posted anything. I honestly started this thing probably a year ago. I just really love the chill college parties trope. Might add more to this, but unlikely. Enjoy my pain as I cry over JK in leather.

edit;; Totally forgot to put a read more tag on here, sorry y’all. I even told myself to fucking do it right as I started the post. Also the pic isn’t mine, got it off Google.

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“Please tell me that’s not what you’re wearing.”

You step out of the way for your housemate, the hoodie you’d picked out momentarily blinding you while you pulled it over your head.

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be putting it on.” You say, finally getting it over your head and shaking the hair out of your face. You blink at her half-way-to-getting-ready state, noting in the back of your head how good she looks even now. Her hair is done, wavy and a little disheveled. The shine of the dark strands makes you want to run your fingers through them, knowing they will be soft. Her makeup is half done and she’s dressed only in her underwear, but she’s beautiful all the same. You can tell she’s planning to doll herself up tonight and why shouldn’t she? It’s one of the biggest frat parties of the year and with it being her last year, she’s aiming to have a good time.

“This is a party, (Y/N). At least try and look a little slutty.”

You snort and grin a little, watching her pop her hip out while she eyes you.

“Why is that, baby?” You reply, reaching up to pull a couple of strands of her hair back into place fondly.

“I plan to get laid tonight. I expect you to too, babe.” She snaps, swatting your hand away.

“Sorry, sexy. I’m fishing for something special tonight and it doesn’t require the slutty look.”

“Oh god, not again.”

“What?” You question, turning back to the full length mirror and carding your fingers through your own hair to fix it.

“You’ve been after this boy for three years, (Y/N). He’s got you wrapped around his finger.” She states, walking away from you and back into the bathroom. You’re still smiling when you check one final time to make sure the jeans you’re wearing make your ass look great before leaning against the door frame.

“That was my plan from the beginning. Now I just need to wrap him around mine.”

She snorts, leaning over the sink and closer to the mirror.

“I said three years, didn’t I? If you haven’t bagged him yet, you won’t.”

You pout at her, but are undeterred. You know what kind of person he is and you’re well aware of how much work he had and will continue to take. You could tell he was not a one and done from the first moment you saw him. He would take time, a lot of it and you were willing to put it all in.

“You know how stubborn I can be.” You chuckle at her. She rolls her eyes, but smirks none the less. She knows she can’t say a word to change your mind.

“Whatever. If I catch you two together, I’m telling him to fuck you already.”

You laugh as you walk away, working on gathering what you’ll want to take to the party.

“You sure I’ll even be allowed at this thing?!”

“Are you kidding?! Everyone is invited to this party. The doors are left open so anyone can just fucking walk in off the street!”

You chuckle, grabbing your bag and stuffing your wallet in it. You’d graduated a couple years ago and while most of the seniors would know you, you sometimes felt weird hanging out at a party in the college you’d already graduated from. A girl has to do what she has to do when a baby boy is on the line, though.

And a baby boy he was.

-

“Jae!”

You smile as you and your friend enter the large, old house. The lighting is dim, the music is thumping and all you can smell is alcohol, sex and sweat. There’s noise all around you, but you and your friend weave through the crowd easily. Nearly everyone greets you as you two pass, guys high-fiving you and girls giggling and touching your arms. You bounce to the music as you follow her, the two of you making your way past the front stairs and down the hall. You make a pit stop in the kitchen- Jae grabbing the classic Solo cup and you pulling a bottle of beer from a cooler full of ice- before heading out onto the back deck.

The backyard is just as crowded as the house, people in the pool, people in the gazebo and people littering about the yard and deck. There’s a large bonfire near the back of the yard and a couple other smaller fire pits in random spots. One of them is up on the deck in a small metal  pit, the warm flames surrounded by the very reason you and Jae came tonight.

“There’s our girls!” Namjoon shouts, lifting his can and drawing the attention of the seven other guys around him to you two. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jin all shout in unison as they spot you, Tae standing and pressing a sloppy kiss to your friend’s cheek. Yoongi and Namjoon lift their hands as you get closer and you reach out to slap each one. Jimin stands to press little pecks to first your cheek and then Jae’s. You all greet each other quietly before Jae slides herself into her target’s lap. She’s been after Jin all year and you haven’t been the only person sitting back to watch their game of cat and mouse. Jin is practically an expert at flirting just enough to keep her hooked without giving her what she really wants.

To be young and in lust.

Your eyes finally find the last member of the group, his silence keeping him out of spotlight unless he’s being searched for. He’s already looking at you when you spot him and his eyes dart down to his shoes while he shuffles behind Yoongi and Jimin. He can only keep his eyes off you for a moment before they find yours and he’s trapped. You smile softly at him, taking delight in how his eyes widen a fraction and his pupils grow. He’s holding a Solo cup, the rings on his fingers glinting in the firelight as he deftly squeezes them a bit tighter. He looks good tonight, his dark hair pushed back away from his forehead to show his strong brow. He’s dressed in all black, black t-shirt tucked into black jeans, black boots and to top it all off a leather jacket. He definitely pulled all the stops on you tonight and you have to make a conscious effort not to drool when you stare at him. He looks like a badass and you know every other girl in this joint sees him the same way, but you know the truth.

“Uh-oh,” Jae mumbles into Jin’s ear.

“She’s spotted her target and is locked on.”

You don’t bother listening to her, instead creeping closer to the object of your desire.

“Hey, Jungkookie,” You murmur quietly to him, leaning in a bit closer, but not too close. You had to be very meticulous with him.

“Hey, noona,” he responds shyly and the whole circle of friends is a sniggering mess for a moment. Pink begin’s to dust his cheeks, but you spare him a little and turn to flick Jimin in the back of the head.

“You lot are pretty curious tonight. Weren’t you all having a conversation before we came up?”

They all snigger some more, but quickly go back to bullshitting around the fire, leaving you and Jungkook in peace. You take another step closer to him, half expecting him to maintain the distance between you, but he remains still and lets you get closer. Threes years it’s taken you to get even this close to him, his overtly shy and sweet demeanor keeping him just out of reach of your darker, more corrupted hands.

“You look good tonight,” you comment and his blush darkens in the firelight. He thanks you almost too quietly, quickly bringing the cup of beer he’s holding to his lips to distract himself somehow and it has you chuckling lowly at him. He looks away from you, avoiding your eyes and you can’t stop the fiendish grin on your lips. You finally give him some respite, turning away from him to join in on the random conversation that the group is sharing around the small fire pit.

Finally…

He get’s his chance and takes it without a second thought. He spent years hesitating in such small matters and found himself either missing out or always caught if he didn’t take the chance when it was presented to him. So he learned. Now when you have those few precious moments where your focus is not on him- where you are off guard for just a beat- he gets to watch you instead. Watch the way your eyes glow in the firelight, or the way your hair just barely shifts as a warm breeze lazes by. He takes in your simple outfit, jeans and a sweatshirt. Nothing like the rest of the girls at every party he’s ever been to. Your smile moves your whole face, your cheeks rising, you lips splitting and even your eyes squinting shut as you tease Taehyung. His lips quirk a little on their own when he notices that your ears shift a little when you smile as well.

Your lashes are long even without makeup, so much so that the first time he’d ever met you he could have sworn they were fake. But then he caught you tugging on them one afternoon while you told old stories with Namjoon. You did it regularly and had told him you could feel the dead ones coming out, you wanted to get them before they fell into your eyes. A quirk he’d logged away to keep safe for the rest of eternity. The beer in your one hand shifts to the other, the rings on your fingers clinking just loud enough for him to hear over Hoseok’s shouting. A hobby of sorts you shared with Jimin. You two wore the same ring size and often went shopping for new ones together, even swapping every now and again. The free hand moves about in the air as you speak and Jungkook thinks it almost weird now to see someone talk without gesturing with their hands so much. How did one truly immerse another in their words if they didn’t show them how it felt as well? When you were angry- fuming for either your own hardships or for those of a friend- you pointed a lot, your head shaking and your hands slicing through the air to signal how done you were. When you told stories of your adventures with the oldest members of his brothers your hands where always in the air; swiping, rolling, falling and twisting. You painted such a picture with only the movement of your hands when you spoke. They weren’t really dainty, your palms wide and your fingers not very long, but they fit perfectly with his hands. A fact that amazes him, but that he’s grown rather fond of. When you laugh, it’s loud. Not soft, not like the twinkling of bells, but like a song. Loud, but still beautiful and it can range from joyous mirth to deep and rich fondness, the type of feeling that fills your chest with warmth and adoration. That’s the laugh he enjoys the most, that deep chuckle. The one you give to him quietly so just the two of you can hear it.

He wants you. He was confused at first, for a long time. Scared of your mature age compared to him and your strength. He always sees you as strong, even if you don’t think so yourself. You always make him nervous, unsure if he is really worthy of the sweet attention you give him. The quiet whispers just between the two of you, the soft touches, the adoring look in your eyes. He fears all your attention, but he can’t deny now that he wants it- needs it. He can’t go a day without it.

-

The party winds down and you are delighted at the sight of mattresses being brought down and strewn haphazardly across the floor in their living room. When Jungkook finally picks his spot you waste no time in shuffling closer to his mattress. Normally you would keep your distance, allowing him his comfort of solitude to sleep, but you’ve already allowed him plenty of his liberties tonight. You will get something out of this evening if not a simple kiss in the dark. He shocks you by saying nothing as you lay down, your eyes just catching a glimpse of Jae and Jin heading upstairs. Probably to his room to finally earn what she’s worked so hard for. She quickly casts you a thumbs up, a large grin on her face as she tries to keep it unnoticed by anyone else in the room. You return the gesture and chuckle, groaning a bit when you body finally hits the not so comfortable springs. You take a moment to sigh before opening your eyes again and focusing them on the object of your desires.

He’s staring right back at you and your breath catches in your throat, lost in the sea of stars in his eyes. They’re wide and shining, staring so intently at you that you almost don’t take notice to the shine of his lips. Like he’s just licked them a few times. Even in the dim light of the moon that filters in through the windows and the very few lights in the house on you can see them glisten, and your eyes are torn between them and his shining eyes. He looks like a lost puppy staring at you, but there’s more in his eyes. He looks in awe, almost afraid and- dare you say it- a little eager. Like he wants something to happen, but it scares him and that thought alone drives straight to your core. A fire alights inside you and suddenly you’re staring back at him with equally wide eyes, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. The action immediately draws his large eyes to your mouth and fuck if you don’t almost groan when his tongue pokes out to lick nervously over his lips again.

His mouth parts ever so slightly and you swear you can hear him panting a little over the din of people ambling to where they plan to sleep. Someone plops down directly behind you, their back hitting yours as they shift to get comfortable. You’re right on the edge of the mattress, so this person has to be hanging off the one they’re laying on to be this close to you. And by the feel of how broad their shoulders are it’s definitely a man. Your eyes narrow and you almost growl when Jungkook stiffens in front of you and the man knocks against you again. Your head turns just enough to spot the thin, white shirt he’s wearing stretch over one shoulder before you’re shoving back with your elbow. He grunts when you dig into his back, but says nothing else, only leaning away from the discomfort. He’s clearly wasted. Still, he’s too close to you and taking the great opportunity presented before you, you scoot closer to the apple of your eye. He doesn’t shy away and it takes all your effort not to reach out to him when you finally focus back on him.

“Sorry,” you whisper, scooting just a tiny bit closer than you really need to. He shakes his head quietly, mumbling out an ‘it’s okay’ while his body leans closer to yours. God you want to ravage this sweet boy. It’s practically making your heart explode with how cute he’s being right now. He’d looked away in his response, but when he looks back to you he’s dragging his lip through his teeth and you really can’t take it. Again you two are lost in your own little world as you stare at each other.

“Jungkookie… you’re not being very nice to me right now.”

His eyes widen even further- if that’s even possible- and he looks almost stricken at the comment.

“What?” He manages to almost whimper out and you just can’t stop yourself from scooting even closer to him.

“You’re looking at me so sweetly, baby. How am I supposed to play nice with you tonight if you keep staring at me like that?”

You don’t know where all this confidence is coming from. Granted you’ve always been a bit more confident than the young man in front of you, but even still, you never thought you’d get to a degree where you were saying such flirtatious things in such a dominant tone to him.

“Play… nice?”

The glint changes in your eyes and Jungkook visibly shutters at the sight. Your eyes had been so deep and full of adoration just a moment ago, now all he sees is greed and lust. It makes his already hard cock twitch in his pants. Gods he’s been hard from the moment you called him that nickname- Jungkookie. He generally doesn’t like anyone, but the guys saying it. But every time you say it…

He’s almost scared to feel how excited he’s getting every time you scoot a little bit closer. He doesn’t want you to stop. Not until your body is finally pressed to his and he can hold you so tight, and never let go. He’d hoped something would have happened between you two before tonight, but he was always so scared and you were always so cautious with him. He just wants you to ravage him already. He’s dreamed about it practically every night, it might as well happen already.

“Stop,” you suddenly say and he can feel your fingers on his chin, pulling his lip from between his teeth.

“If you lick or bite your lips one more time,” you have to take a moment to calm yourself before continuing, “… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”

He throbs in his jeans and when he locks eyes with you he’s lost. He doesn’t want you to stop, he realizes that now after feeling your fingers touch his skin. Fire ignites where they trace from his chin and along his jaw. He trembles beneath your touch and you can feel it. Oh you can feel it. You do the opposite of what you just told him, biting your lip to draw his eyes to them again as you two gravitate ever closer.

“Unless you don’t want me to.”

He doesn’t speak, he feels like he doesn’t know how to in that moment. He doesn’t trust himself to anyway, so he does the next best thing. He licks his lips again and is rewarded. Your fingers that had been running along his jaw suddenly snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull him close. He is just as needy as you are, his hands which had been fiddling with his shirt the whole time are suddenly flying up to tug your bodies even closer. Your lips crash against his and he whimpers into your mouth when you both open them simultaneously, your tongue dragging along his. It takes all your conscious effort not to moan, your body melding itself against his. His arms wrap around you and squeeze you to him, his whimpers turning into a little moan when you gain dominance in the kiss.

You pull away, one of your hands coming back to his jaw to to place a thumb over his open lips. You turn to look back at the bodies laying around the room, most of the members of the fraternity still down here, all of them passed entirely the fuck out. The guy just behind you is snoring up a storm and you can’t help smirking a little when you turn back to face Jungkook. He looks so fucked out already, his eyes glazed and his pupils blown wide as he pants lightly against your thumb. Your smile is both devious and full of fondness as you stare at him.

“You look so good baby, but you have to be quiet for me,” you whisper to him and he does nothing more than open his mouth wider. His tongue snakes out and licks against your thumb, pulling it in and sealing his lips around the appendage. He suckles on it hungrily and gods be damned if your panties aren’t soaked at this point.

“Fuck,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. You want him so bad it almost hurts. He pulls away far enough that your thumb pops from his lips and he whimpers once again, pulling you as close as he can.

“Noona, please,” he says, his breath shuddering.

“Please what, baby?”

He grabs one your hands and pulls it down between your bodies, pressing your palm to the bulge in his jeans. Your breathing deepens when you palm the hardness through the thick fabric, wondering how you didn’t notice it before.

“Oh baby,” you coo quietly and rub your hand heavily over his bulge. He bites his lip to hold back the moan threatening to break free and you feel his hips start to rock into your hand. He’s so fucking hot, how have you been able to resist him for so long?

“How long have to been this hard?”

He takes a moment to respond, trying to take deep breaths. Your hand stalls to help him regain some semblance of sanity, but he seems against the idea. His hand returns to gripping yours, pressing your palm back against his hard-on.

“Long time,” he finally gets out in a clipped tone, probably unable to speak properly at this point.

“Poor thing.”

You pull closer to him, pressing your forehead to his and lowering your voice so that you’re barely audible.

“Take your cock out for me, baby. Please.”

He keeps you close and groans into your neck, only taking a moment to collect himself before he’s pushing away, and his hands are flying to undo his pants. He struggles with the button for a moment, but you don’t help him, only leaning back to watch with excitement. When he finally gets them undone he’s tugging them down just enough so he can freely pull is cock out and gods is it beautiful. Your mouth waters as soon as he has it out, its pink color and red head making you want to feel the weight of it on your tongue. It’s not particularly long, but it’s thicker than you thought it would be and the precum that glistens on his tip calls out to you. You let out a heavy breath when his hands hover just shy of his shaft, trembling and aching to give the poor weeping thing some relief. Still he hesitates to touch himself.

Such a good boy.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you practically wheeze out, finding it hard to breathe when your twitching hand finally reaches out for him. He’s whimpering before you even touch him and you have to remind him to be quiet when the tip of your finger goes to touch the head.

“Remember, baby, keep it down.”

He nods a little shakily and just as you press into the precum on his tip with your finger, his hands are flying up to cover his mouth. He’s so sensitive and you love it.

“Well, you’re certainly aching there aren’t you? Does it feel good to have me touch you?”

Again he nods and you pout, swirling your finger in the sticky fluid at his tip. His eyes clench shut at the sensation and he deftly thrusts his hips up to meet more of your hand.

“Use your words or I’ll have to stop.”

“Yes,” he whispers out harshly, his hands clenching into fists at his stomach, “… yes, yes, yes, yes!”

You smirk, the high you’re getting from all of this driving you to carry on.

“Good boy.”

You continue to swirl your finger over his tip a few more times, widening your circle until you’re sliding your finger down the top of his length, all the way to the base. He pants a little too heavily, his eyes glued to your hand and what you’re doing to him. You circle around his base to the bottom of his cock before dragging your finger back up and rubbing it deftly over the slit a few times.

“Fuck noona-“

“Language, Jungkookie.” You say with a smirk, your hand finally flattening over the underside of his length so you can palm him a few times. His hips rock against his will and meet you half way every time you press down on him. He looks so pretty like this, his eyes nearly black and so focused on how your palm drags over his length. He’s sweating a little, panting a lot and his gorgeous cock is ready to explode at any second. And you’ve barely even done anything to him yet.

“What made you so hard and needy like this?”

He stays silent for a long moment, only answering when the pressure of your hand lightens and you begin to pull away.

“You… you made me like this. You always… make me like this.”

Always?

“Fuck, Kookie, if you had told me sooner we might’ve actually got it in tonight.”

His eyes are glistening at this point as they shoot up to glance at you before scrunching shut when your fingers finally wrap around his shaft. You pump him slowly, but his hips make up for that and keep the sliding of his cock in and out of your hand at a steady pace.

“I wanted to. Fuck I wanted to, but…”

“But?”

He pants a few times, focused more on chasing his high. Your grip on his cock tightens to the point that he’s forced to stop thrusting, only allowing him to continue when he answers.

“I-I was scared. And you were being so cautious with me-“

“Of course I was! I didn’t want to scare you away. I worked too hard for you, I wasn’t going to mess that up by being too greedy.”

His hips stutter and then pause, his eyes opening to look at you. His face is flush, you can tell even in the dark, and his hair is starting to stick to his face. Still he looks like the sexiest, most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Why?”

“What?” You ask, not prepared to be questioned back like this.

“Why did you put so much effort into me. You could’ve easily slept with one of the other guys. Yoongi’s always had the hots for you. So has Tae. Why me?”

You take a long moment to mull over your answer, your other hand coming up to push some of his sweaty hair out of his face. When you get some clear, you lean in to kiss him a little more gently this time. Though it isn’t any less heated, it’s more of a deep sensual kiss than one of hunger and lust. When you pull away, you look him in the eyes when you answer.

“The same reason anyone chooses anyone else. You’re the one I wanted, Kookie. I would’ve put in a hundred years of work if I had to.”

His eyes are wide with adoration and awe, but the moment can’t last forever. His cock twitching in your hand reminds you of what is happening and you squeeze it gently before going back to pumping him. He gasps quietly at the sensation, his eyes falling closed and his body slowly starting to roll backwards. You move with him, pressing your body into his side when he’s finally laying flat on his back. His hands are clenching and unclenching against his stomach, desperate for some kind of anchor. A thought pings into your mind while you watch him grasp sporadically at his shirt, releasing his cock and pushing both his hands and the shirt up his abdomen. He whines at the loss of contact, lifting his head to see why you’d stopped stroking him only for his eyes to go wide. He looks a bit panicked, his gaze darting around to the half dead bodies around you two. You could so easily be caught, but most of the occupants of the house were completely wasted and would likely never remember this even if they did see it.

You slide down his body quietly, stealthily, like a cat taunting its prey into the shadows. Your eyes catch his and they hold him, their mischief so palpable that it makes Jungkook’s mouth go dry and his cock pulsate so fiercely it taps against his stomach. Your one hand trails down his side lightly, nails tickling his hip and thigh so that he’s shuddering beneath you. He reaches for you, one hand cupping your cheek- wants to tell you to stop, but his throat is so dry he can’t even whisper. Or perhaps he’s lying to himself and doesn’t want you to stop at all. When you quirk an eyebrow in question and you feel the object of your desire tap against your throat with another needy pulse, you know the answer is no, he doesn’t want you to stop.

A trembling whisper of your name leaves his lips and you can only smirk, tilting your head down to kiss just above his navel and then to one side of it. Down, down, further you trail, your kisses getting sloppier as you descend closer to your target. Your tongue and teeth leave wet, rosy patches as you go and you can feel his muscles quivering every time you touch him until finally the desperately red tip of his cock is right in front of you. He whimpers beneath you and you shush him gently, unable to tear your eyes away from the way it pulses and twitches up towards you.

“Please,” he finally lets out, sounding much like he’s on the verge of tears. You smirk again and glance up at him through your lashes.

“Please what, baby?”

He huffs cutely, his other hand cupping the other side of your face and his thumbs smoothing along your cheekbones like he’s so desperate to just pull you into his cock, but doesn’t want to be too demanding. You smile a bit more when his look gets more and more frantic, one of your arms reaching up to rub his chest under his shirt soothingly.

“Relax, my sweet star. Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“P-please…”

“Go on, baby. I know you want it, just tell me.”

“Please, I want your mouth,” he finally shutters out, but you can’t help yourself and push just a bit more.

“What do you want from my mouth?”

He huffs again and looks away, searching the room to make sure everyone there is truly oblivious.

“I-I want…”

“Want?”

“Please, noona, ravage me with your mouth.”

He looks you directly in the eyes as he finishes and the glee that soars through you practically makes you light headed. You grin broadly at him and bite your lip.

“I’ll give you anything you want, bunny. You just have to ask.”

Before he can really bask in your words you focus back on his cock, the hand that had been trying to soothe him shooting down to wrap gently round his base and lead his head to your waiting tongue. His breath shudders out and his mouth opens to let out a rush of air. The precum leaking from his tip covers your tongue in salt, but you don’t mind, all too desperate to feel the full weight of him at the back of your throat. Still you take your time, only licking at his slit to tease him, another droplet of precum oozing out every time to you do.

He’s panting while he watches you, his hands trembling on your face until one shakily weaves into your hair at the crown of your head. He doesn’t grip or pull, doesn’t try to shove more of his cock into your mouth which is what you’re used to. No, he’s too gentle and sweet to force anything. He only wants and lets you lead the way. When you finally wrap you lips around his tip he can’t hold back the noise, his head falling back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and what he hopes is a quiet moan leaving him. And you can only smirk at the sound, the subtle shudder in his voice making you even more wet and your stomach clench with desire.

You take the time to generously wet the head of his cock, delighting in its twitches while you swirl your tongue around him. When you pop him from your lips the poor thing looks pathetic, practically weeping in your fingers and you feel all too obliged to take him back in. Only this time you take him all in, or at least as much as you can. You suck him all the way to the back of your throat, moaning quietly around his shaft so he can feel the vibrations. And oh does it make him make the most wonderful of sounds. A surprised cry and the slapping of a hand over his mouth (the one that was lightly stroking his fingers along your cheek) has you trying to smile around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-…”

He lets the mantra trail off quietly, his body arched so you can’t see his face anymore. And as much as you adore the sight of him losing control, you’d much rather see the pleasure on said face. You suck harshly and pull off him, letting him once again pop from your lips. You take care to pump him slowly while you speak, you spit slicking his cock enough that there’s little friction.

“Look at me baby.”

It takes him a few moments, but you wait patiently until he realizes you gave him an order and he follows through. He looks a little lost when he finally locks eyes with you, his gaze a little wild like he can’t really see you at first.

“Noona?”

“Are you with me, sweetheart?”

He looks confused, but nods all the same, probably ready to agree to anything at this point.

“Listen carefully, baby. I want you to look at me the whole time. Don’t you dare look away or I’ll stop, okay? Eyes on me.”

He nods deftly, afraid he won’t be able to fulfill your request, but eagerly wanting to please you.

“Good boy.”

You don’t give him any time to prepare himself and suck him back in as far as he’ll go. He wheezes and squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment, quickly remembering your order and opening them back up to focus on you again. You smirk around his cock to let him know you approve and focus back on your task. When you can’t push him any further down your throat you opt to bob your head, one hand stroking what you can’t swallow and the other massaging his balls. You look up every few seconds to make sure he’s still watching and only have to stop once to make him look at your again. The sloppier his cock and your mouth gets the more he shakes and shudders beneath you, the hand in your hair trembling like a leaf in the wind. He keeps his other hand up by his face, ready to cover his mouth every time he can’t hold back a whimper or moan.

It doesn’t take long, only a few minutes and he’s desperately pleading to you, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I-“

You push him in as far as you can take and swallow around him just once before he’s shooting his load down your throat. Tears form in his eyes when he squeezes them shut and you can’t fault him when his head falls back onto the mattress. He did such a good job of watching you, you’ll let him have this one. When the last of his cum is swallowed down, you take care to gently clean what you can off his cock with your tongue. He shakes and gasps beneath you as you do, his head shaking back and forth as if to say he can’t take anymore. You pop off him one last time and kiss his tip softly, grinning when he finally cracks his eyes open to look at you.

He looks madly in love while he stares at you and it makes you somewhat nervous to see such intense emotion in his eyes. You lift yourself and crawl back up his body, pausing to help him pull his pants back up and his shirt back down. You hush him when he tries to button and zip everything back up, pushing his weak and tired hands away.

“No one will notice, just rest baby.”

“Well that was hot.”

You freeze over him, Jungkook’s body going rigid and his eyes widening with fear. You both look over your shoulder and spot Yoongi a small ways away from the foot of your mattress, laying on his side with his head propped up in one hand. He’s smirking at the two of you and while Jungkook looks mortified, you only feel proud. Now someone has witness that Jungkook is yours and no one else can have him.

“Hyung,” he whispers harshly, both his hands coming up to cover his face. You smile fondly at your boy before looking back to Yoongi.

“Well if you’re good and keep this to yourself, maybe next time you can join us.”

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow and grins excitedly, Jungkook letting out a panicked noise when you settle in beside him. He whispers to you quietly as if he doesn’t want Yoongi to hear and you only shush him gently to calm him.

“Lay down and rest, bunny. Don’t worry about him, he’ll keep quiet.”

“But-“

“Shh, sleep.”

You run your fingers through his hair until he finally settles down, turning so that he can wrap himself around you and tuck his head under your chin. You chuckle lovingly and continue to pet him, using your free hand to flip Yoongi off when he makes lewd gestures at you in the dark.

[omiscurls]

hi! (this request is heavily inspired by a kdrama i just watched called sweet home lmao) could i request a childe x gn reader fic where childe and the reader r both severely injured and the reader had to kill someone for self defense and as theyre running away the reader feeling super guilty is like “i’m so terrible i killed someone” and childe is trying to comfort them and they find a place to rest while being both on the verge of death and the reader is like “i killed someone, i’m so scared that it’ll be my last memory”and the childe is like “try to forget abt it it’s ok” and the reader is like “u don’t think abt either too” (yk implying like oh don’t think abt the ppl you’ve killed before childe, bc im assuming he’s killed a lot of ppl) and he’s like ok with a sad smile and they die together in each other’s arms holding hands?)/?:))2 help this is wayyy to detailed i’m sry but if u want the reference scene it’s from this video , they show the specific scene in time stamps 0:57-2:56 again i’m so sorry if this is too detailed or if u don’t wanna write it!!! tysm <3

memory

a/n oh my god that is just my kind of angst, thanks for the request and i hope you'll enjoy!!

prompt: honestly? dying with tartaglia (that sounds like a creepy tv show's title and i'm proud of it)

contains: tartaglia

warnings: angst, death, blood, major character death, self-blame, murder, more blood, really a lot of dying and bleeding, please do not proceed if you're not comfortable with the topics

adrenaline was probably the last string that had your body moving and functioning in any way. the blood in your veins made you deaf, only capable of noticing the sounds of it pumping behind your ears, head pulsing like a bomb about to explode.

your whole body shook, and you felt a metallic taste on your tongue, covering your mouth with your hand to prevent throwing up, which you predicted would happen in a matter of seconds.

"hey!" you finally heard childe yell, sounding distant even still, when you lifted your gaze away from the body before you and noticed he was standing fairly close. "come on, move, or his buddies" he said pointing to the lifeless man beneath you "might just come to get revenge"

with that he took your arm by the waist and pulled you along with him.

you stumbled over your own feet, and almost fell down every couple of minutes. your lungs started to burn after mere seconds, and you couldn't even find breath to tell him to slow down. you also knew he couldn't, having better self-preservation instincts than you, he understood the situation you two were in better.

fuck.

you looked behind you, to the spot where blood painted the grass red under a pile of dead bodies, some of your allies, some of your foes, but from this kind of distance, you couldn't even make out which one was which. your gaze fell down to your hands, covered in sticky redness as well.

you just killed somebody.

it wasn't even the consequences that frightened you, it was the sheer act of life leaving his eyes before he fell down, of his pupils staring at you in one last beg for mercy before freezing like that for the eternity ahead, for how his body seemed to have gained weight in a matter of seconds, almost pulling you down with him. the ringing in your head got more intense as you choked on a strained sob.

"they're dead" you breathed out, making your partner laugh sarcastically.

"good guess" he answered, his grip on your arm loosening as the both of you climbed up a hill.

"no, you don't understand, they're- dead dead! i- i didn't think i-" you stumbled over your words, panic settling in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the situation.

"what, you didn't think that if you pierce a person through with a blade they're gonna die?" he asked rhetorically, back almost slamming against a tree, sliding down to the ground with a breath of relief. "fuck, looks like i got pierced, too" he noticed, looking down onto his side, the grey material of his uniform getting dark and sticky. he hissed, trying to lift it up, and gave up on his attempts, instead opting to look at you.

you didn't sit down, but kept staring forward with the most frightened expression he had ever seen you wear. eyes wide open as you searched for answers in thin air, hands shaking, moving up to cover your mouth.

“hey” he whispered way gentler than before, urging you to sit down in front of him “it’s okay, it was only self-defense. you did kill them, but you didn’t murder them or anything, it was kill or be killed”

his words held so much confidence in what he was saying, you almost felt comforted. he really did master the art of bending the truth to his liking, didn’t he?

“i did it, what if he was someone’s father, or brother, or whoever else, what if i just destroyed someone’s world? he was a human being just as much as i am, i had no right-“ you started relapsing into panic, hands gripping on your hair, head moving down to hide between your legs.

only then did tartaglia notice the huge wound right across the back of your thigh, and several others. fuck, he instantly thought, whoever did it knew what he was doing, cut you in a very specific place, with intent to kill.

he couldn’t even fight back the wave of anger coming crushing at him, but bit his lip instead of saying anything. there was no way the both of you could get to a safe place in time.

he used to be so passionate about continuing to live, normally he would’ve just throw you over his shoulder and run, until his legs gave out, but now, he didn’t even have the energy to stand up. he barely could move his hand, and the more he tried to fight it, the more tired he became.

the feeling of helplessness was eating him alive, both from not having any way of providing you safety, and for not protecting you earlier, not to mention how he couldn’t find the right words to say to you now.

“listen” he started carefully, waiting for you to stop sobbing. “it’s painful, killing someone. it leaves a hole inside you that you don’t know how to cover. it makes your thoughts twist and fight back against you, it makes you want to leave your own head for how bad you feel. it sucks, believe me, i know. you didn’t deserve to have to feel this shitty. i’m- i’m sorry. for not shielding you well enough.” he said bluntly, not a hint of comfort or the usual beating around the bush that he used every time he intended to coax you. just pure, brutal truth. for once.

“it’s okay” you mumbled quietly. your head felt heavy on your shoulders, and you felt how it started to fall off its support. the numbness in your legs, this sort of stressful feeling of being constantly out of air- “i don’t want to die, though”

the sentence felt like a whimper, a cry of help, but tartaglia knew there was exactly nothing he could do.

“am i gonna die?” your voice felt a little stronger, laced with fear, and you lifted your eyes back onto him, in search of a “no” that you knew you wouldn’t find. “i’m gonna leave this world with killing a man as my last memory” you laughed bitterly, before laugh became a cry, and tears mixed with sweat on the surface of your cheeks. “that’s the worst fucking death i could ever imagine”

“baby, look at me” he asked calmly “come here”

when you moved to sit on his side, his hand, sticky from blood, intertwined its fingers with yours, and squeezed tightly.

“look. we’re sitting on a hill, under a tree, the sun is high up in the sky, a meadow below us, it’s a perfect date!” he laughed so authentically, you almost believed it was true. “we’re on a dream date, isn’t that amazing? and look.”

with that, he tilted your head towards his, and kissed you softly and shortly.

“i love you.” he said in the calmest manner he could force out “is that a better memory?”

you placed your head on his side, attempting to hug him even a little bit, tears staining his uniform even more.

“i don’t want to leave you.”

“i’ll be right behind you. guarding your back, like i always do. after all, i promised to always protect you, right? death won’t change my plans.”

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Taste of Your Tongue

Pairing: John Wick X Reader

Word count: 2.2 K

Summary: Two years after John breaks up with you, somehow you manage to move on. But in a mysterious party, that ghost from your past comes back again for a very specific reason.

{John Wick Masterlist}

{Keanu Reeves Masterlist}

×

You are somehow enjoying the party. The beautiful hotel hall, wonderfully decorated, is eternalized in the pictures you took with your phone. Your friends and family keep you occupied, walking around, all smiles and laughter.

You were somehow enjoying the party.

Because the moment you spotted him, across the place, everything changed.

John Wick is an old flame. Well, not that old. It's been only two years since he broke up with you, and a year after you found Duncan, your boyfriend. But John was never truly gone. Not from your head and not from your heart. It didn't help that he's close to your father, close enough to be invited today. And it surely doesn't help that you kept in touch with the man.

The texts never stopped, even though you haven't met face to face since you went separate ways.

And you never thought you'd feel this way seeing him again. Like your heart was pulled off your chest. Like the gravity is too much for you to bear.

John nods at you, a small, quick smile on his lips before he looks down, then focusing his attention back at the man he's talking to.

It takes all your strength not to go there. Not to jump on his arms. Not to cry, or yell. You didn't think you were still in love with John Wick. But now you know you are.

“(Y/N)!” Angela, your childhood friend gets your attention. Trying to get yourself back together, you look at her, faking a smile. “I need to talk to you.” Pulling you away from the others, she has a smile so bright on her lips you feel a little embarrassed not to return it.

“What is it? You look like you just won a million dollars.”

“Well, I was suspicious given the proportion of this party but now I know.” Holding both your hands, she tilts her head to where Duncan is. “And I was right. He's going to propose.”

Your fake, small smile drops as you feel your body going cold. “What?” You mumble, suddenly feeling people's eyes on you.

“(Y/N), honey, are you alright?” Angela asks, eyes scanning your face. “You're pale. Aren't you happy?”

Taking a deep breath, you force the smile back. “Yes, of course I am.” Nodding to her, you look at where John was. But he's gone. “I'm just surprised.”

“As would anyone be!” She happily adds. “I'm so happy for you.” Angela pulls you into a hug, which you weakly return.

“An, I'll talk to some people. Talk to you soon, alright?” You're quick to excuse yourself, keeping the smile on.

“Sure. Bye, honey.”

“Bye.” You mutter, turning your back at her and searching for the closet exit.

The party hall is surrounded by an amazing garden, and you're thankful for the chilly night air because it's keeping everyone inside. And you need to be alone right now.

Marrying Duncan never crossed your mind. Part of you knows you shouldn't even be dating him. He's a good man, but you don't love him. Well, you do, but not as someone you want to be with romantically. This went too far and it's your fault. Maybe you should just go with it, marry him and...

Your train of thought is cut short when you see a figure at a distance, leaning against the wall. You recognize him immediately, and your heart is what makes your legs move. Towards him, of course.

Holding your dress off the way with one hand, you use the other to balance yourself on the stone steps. You're still a bit too far when he turns around, quickly finding you. You're hidden from the party down here, with the french chateau brick wall on one side and the tall shrubs on the other. And you couldn't be more thankful for the privacy.

“John.” You mutter when you're close enough. He's dressed to impress, as always, in a dark vest, hair pushed back. Many things go through your head, but nothing feels like the right thing to say. “Are you here for a target?” It's what comes out.

“No. I'm out. Permanently this time.” He answers in a low voice, giving you a quick look. “You're absolutely stunning.”

Blushing, you give your dark blue dress a look. “Thanks...”

“I'm here because your father invited me.” He adds, and you look up at him again. John and your father are old friends, so it makes sense. “To your proposal party.”

“So you know.”

“Yes, I do.” He mutters. “And you should be in there. With your boyfriend and not out here with your ex.”

“I don't–” Some voices reach you, and you look over your shoulder.

“Someone is coming.”

“Yeah.” Looking around, you find to see the stone bridge a couple of feet away, towering over you. Taking John's hand, you start pulling him. “Come.” Moving as fast as you can in your high heels, you rush under the bridge, it's not too wide, but it's enough to hide. You go further in until complete darkness surrounds both of you. You're still catching your breath when your phone starts vibrating, and you take it from the hidden pocket of your dress, quickly checking who's calling before blocking the screen so the light won't give out your position.

“It's Angela.” You whisper, and you see when she walks past you under the bridge, alongside Janice, another friend of yours.

“They're looking for you.”

“Sometimes I forget you have a very good hearing.” You mutter, wondering if he can hear your heart because it has never beaten so fast. Not since the last time you saw him. “I was going to break up with Duncan.” The words come out, you're not sure why. Maybe you just need him to know. “I've been meaning to for a couple of weeks.”

“Why?”

“Because it's not fair to be with someone when your heart belongs to another man.” There it is. You swore you'd never open up to John again. That you wouldn't confess your feelings to someone who may not love you anymore. But he affects you in ways you don't understand.

John moves in the dark, and you step back, trapped against the cold wall and his body. “I came here for a specific reason.”

This gets your attention, and you raise your head, looking at him in the dark. Your eyes are getting used to it, but still, you can only see a silhouette. “W-what reason?”

“I had to let you go because I had a very dangerous job. A Marker I had to fulfill. But now... Now I'm free. And when your father told me about this party...” He sighs, and you have to control yourself not to touch him. “I had to try. To know if there's anything left of what we had because when we talk, even through the phone I feel–”

“I still remember the taste of your tongue.” You burst out, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, bringing back to your memory all the kisses you shared. “It's burned in my brain, John.”

“(Y/N)...” He mutters, and you feel a warm, big hand around your waist, pulling you close until you collapse against his chest. “I don't want to ruin a perfectly good relationship. So if you're happy with Duncan, I'll leave. I'll disappear.”

“No, please, John... I told you, I was planning on ending things. I never thought Duncan would do this.”

“I just need to be sure, (Y/N).” He pulls away, a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. “I love you, and I want you. But I won't make a move until what you have with him is over.”

“Then take me away from this stupid party, John.” You beg, hands finding the collar of his suit and holding him, pulling him to you. Thanks to your high heels, you're closer to his lips, and you can feel his breath. “Take me away. I'll fix it, I'll fix everything. I want you.”

Without saying anything else, John takes your hand, brings it to his lips, and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. Then, he starts moving, and you're more than happy to follow.

John takes you through the garden, out of the view from those inside the hotel. The darkness is your protection today because you know people are desperately trying to find you since your phone won't stop vibrating. When you get to his car, you quickly get into the passenger seat, and soon enough you're leaving the hotel.

You missed John's car, as you missed everything about him. The ride to his place is long, almost four hours. But the distance works in your favor. You want to leave everything behind, and you surely don't want to be followed. The whole drive, you exchange glances, and it feels like neither of you believes this is real.

It's very late when you get to his place, and you accept his clothes before taking a warm shower. You remember the last time you crashed here, but it feels like a lifetime ago. You love how baggy his clothes are on you, and you love the smell.

But you don't have time to enjoy it, you have calls to make. So seated on the living room's couch, you speak with far too many people, apologizing over and over again.

An hour later you finally put the phone down, a hand on your forehead as you calm down after upsetting so many people. You see John coming from the kitchen with a mug. He sits next to you, handing you the hot cocoa.

“I was wondering where you were.”

“Wanted to give you some time.” He says as you take a sip. “Did you speak to him?”

“No. But mother said he's mad. That he doesn't want to see me again. Never.” Looking down at the light blue mug, you let it warm up your hands. “He'll go back to London.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “Sad for hurting him. But... Good that it's over. Does it make a bad person?”

“Sometimes we have to think about ourselves first.”

“Yeah...” Taking another sip from the hot cocoa, you put the mug on the coffee table before snuggling close to John, your head on his chest. You were a bit anxious about it, but you relax when you feel his arms around you. “I missed you so much, John.”

“I missed you too. I couldn't keep you off my mind.”

“Me neither, John... But...” Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes for a while, focusing on the sound of his heartbeats. “What do we do now? What are we doing? Dating, or...”

“I have a better idea.” He whispers, and you feel him moving a little. When you open your eyes, you see him taking a small, square box from his pocket.

You're about to ask what it is when he opens it, and your jaw drops. It's a ring. A beautiful, stunning ring. “W-what.m..” You mutter, sitting up straight and looking at John. “How do you have a ring with you?”

“You never read your old messages. But if you did...” With his free hand, John softly caresses your cheek. And God, how you missed his touch, always so delicate and gentle, leaving a trail of fire on your skin. “You'd see that when you're sleepy, or when you texted me in the middle of the night, you often say you love me. That you miss me and wanted to get back together. So I took the risk and bought this. Hoping I'd had the chance to give it to you.”

You can't help but smile, tears threatening to roll down. “John, I... I don't even know what to say.”

“You can say yes. And then we'd never be apart again.”

Biting your lip, the tears finally roll down as you nod. “Yes, Jardani.” You mutter, smiling. “Yes.”

John smiles too, taking your hand and sliding the ring on your finger before pulling you to his lap. And then, finally, after so damn long, he kisses you.

You're overwhelmed at first, as if all your senses are gone for a moment, and there's nothing else in the world but his lips. And he tastes the same. It doesn't take much until you react, arms around his neck, hands on his hair as you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss. You can't ever do that again. You can't go through long periods without kissing John. It's like a matter of life and death to kiss him, touch him, be around him. This is love in its most natural way. Genuine and unbreakable.

When you're forced to pull apart to breathe, you can't stop smiling. This isn't how you thought your night would end, but it's so much better than any plans you could've ever made. “I love you, Jardani Jovonovich. And thanks again for teaching me how to pronounce that.”

“I'll never let you go again.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

[mochegato]

I Can’t Fight This Feeling

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

This was supposed to be an easy job, the last thing he had to do before Talia would think he was ready and let him go on his own path.  Trail the heroes back to the Guardian, steal his miraculous, wait until the heroes detransform, steal their miraculous.  Lure the villain out and steal his miraculous.  Child’s play. He didn’t need years of training for this.  

But then they were kids.  Kids who started the same age as him.  Kids who weren’t being protected as they risked their lives protecting everyone else.  Kids who actually cared about the people they worked with.  Kids who weren’t self-righteous, condescending, assholes. Kids who deserved to have good lives. But they were kids who were sacrificing their lives for this fight and he could help with that.  

Once he finished the mission, they could have their lives back.  He takes their miraculous, tracks down Hawkmoth and takes his miraculous, and everything goes back to normal for them.  Their lives can go back to normal, like none of this even happened.  He just needed to track down Hawkmoth, but that shouldn’t be too difficult.  He didn’t know what the heroes had tried already, but they were civilians.  

Everything he found out about Ladybug, or rather Marinette Dupain-Cheng, indicated that she had no detective training.  He had been trained by the World’s Greatest Detective and the League of Assassins.  Even if the butterflies were impossible to track, he should be able to find something that would lead him to the villain.  Then he takes that asshole’s miraculous, and the heroes, more specifically Marinette, could have her childhood back, what’s left of it anyway.

He just needed to get started and since he knew Marinette’s identity, that made her the weak link, so he’d start with her.  He’d been hoping he could track her to the Guardian, but she hadn’t gone to him.  Probably because knew she was being tailed.  She hadn’t done anything definitive to show it, she was too good for that, so if he didn’t know the signs, he would have missed it.  But he did know the signs, so he hadn’t missed them.

He could see the way her shoulders would tense up when he was watching her soothe to one of her classmates when they were panicking. He could see it in the way her eyes lingered around the playground just a little longer than was normal when she was babysitting.  He could see it in the forced even breaths when she was feeding strays.  He could see it in the way she would be in a design trance, focused on sketching, her eyes bright, and she would suddenly snap her head up, snap her book closed and head home.  He could see it in the way her smile suddenly strained when she was helping a stranger.

After another few weeks of trailing her, he had finally decided it was time to take her miraculous.  Instead of trailing her to the Guardian then take her miraculous, he’d take her miraculous and trail Chat Noir to the guardian.  He was the second in command, therefore he was the most likely to approach the Guardian with the information and come up with a plan. Whatever plan they came up with didn’t matter, as soon as he knew where the Guardian was, it was over.

Now, he just had to come up with the perfect time to take it, without hurting her too much in the process, which was going to be a challenge no matter when he did it.  There was no way she would just let him take them and while he could definitely overpower Marinette, he was hoping to do it with as little violence to her as possible.  Everything he’d observed so far about her told him she would likely already feel like she failed once he took them, he definitely would have.  Hopefully she reacted better to it than he would have, because back then, when he worked with Bruce, when he had a home, or thought he did, he would have gone into a deep depression.  He already knew it was going to happen, but he didn’t want to make it worse. She didn’t deserve that.  She didn’t deserve any of this.

The easiest way seemed to be to knock her out as painlessly as possible.  So here he was, following her, hanging back more than a respectable distance so he wouldn’t alert her to his presence and waiting for the perfect opportunity to isolate her and use the tranquilizer dart in his pocket.  And that would have been the way things went except it seems fate had a change of plans, in a way that only a crowbar to the side of the head could do.  This time it wasn’t a clown wielding the crowbar, but the effects were just as devastating.

There was a somewhat sheltered part of the park Marinette was walking through, trees on either side of a narrow walkway, shielding the area from prying eyes.  If she kept the direction she was going, she’d walk right through it, and that was where he’d strike.  He gripped the dart tighter in his pocket, prepping himself for what he was about to do to her.  He’d just picked up his pace when someone burst through an apartment building wall. Or rather, something did.  

An akuma calling himself the Shusher jumped at the kids in the park, wielding a crowbar of all things, to silence all of Paris. Each hit stole a bit of volume, until it stole their life, which to Jason’s horror, he demonstrated on Marinette. She’d acted immediately, jumping in front of the kids, giving them time to run, drawing him away from the direction they ran.  She’d dodged well for the first few swings, but after that, she’d grabbed his arm and kicked his kidney.  If the man hadn’t been an akuma, Jason was positive he’d be on the floor, but with the magical reinforcement, the akuma didn’t even flinch.  Instead, he swung hard, and with the close proximity, she didn’t have the room to dodge this time.

Jason froze at the first swing.  Why did it have to be a crowbar?  He couldn’t get his body to move.  He couldn’t react.  He couldn’t help.  And he couldn’t tear his eyes away.  The first hit knocked him out of his stupor.  The sight was horrifying.  His body finally moved, but slower than normal.  It didn’t seem to respond to him like it usually did.  He didn’t reach them until Marinette was already on the ground, no longer breathing.

He watched the blood seep out from under her until it had saturated the ground around her.  A sickeningly satisfied smile spread across the akuma’s face as he examined Jason to see what he would do.  Jason looked to the side toward the sheltered part of the park and back to the akuma. He pulled his hood over his head until the only part of him that could be seen was his glowing green eyes.

“Game on, mother fucker,” Jason growled as he sprung at the akuma, catching him around the waist and rolling toward the shielded section of the park.  He let the akuma attack him, backing him up until they were fully shielded on all sides by the trees.  Once he was sure nobody could see them and no cameras could record them, he leaped up and attacked the akuma with a volley of kicks and punches that would have left any normal human dead and unrecognizable within seconds.

He continued to attack the akuma until he heard the miraculous team arrive.  He kept the akuma distracted while Marinette’s team found her body and took a minute to mourn.  When they approached with a new found determination, he backed into the trees, effectively disappearing from the scene.  The akuma switched targets quickly, more interested in taking the miraculous than continuing a pointless fight with him.  Jason watched the akuma jump away and the team follow him.

The fight was long and messy without their leader there to guide them and them emotionally thrown off by her death, but Jason kept a close eye on the news coverage of it in case he had to step in. Every fiber in his being was pushing him to join the fight and tear the bastard to pieces, slowly and in the most painful ways possible.  But he couldn’t do that.  If he did, Talia would know what he did, that he intentionally betrayed them.  He wouldn’t last the week, let alone Marinette.

And regardless of the outcome of the fight with the heroes, the man wouldn’t survive the week anyway.  Jason was going to make sure of it.  That thought was the only one running through his head as he watched Marinette’s lifeless body strewn out on the ground, her arms at odd angles, the bruises starting to form, the spots where the crowbar hit starting to puff up.  He could no longer make out the shape of her face.  Her eyes, which had always been so bright and hopeful and passionate, were now lifeless and dull.  

It stole his breath away.  He felt a sharp pain in his chest that wouldn’t go away, worse than if he would have taken a hit to the chest from the crowbar.  Which is exactly what should have happened.  He had training.  He had experience.  He should have been the one to jump into the fight, not Marinette.  She didn’t have any of that and she jumped in to save those kids.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long and she still did it.  

And he wanted to be angry or surprised but he wasn’t either.  Because he’d done his research.  He’d been observing her for over a month now in and out of the suit.  That’s just who she was.  That’s who he was supposed to hurt.  God, the idea of being the cause for her eyes to dull over hurt.  But he kind of was, wasn’t he.  And his plan, if he went through with it, would do it all over again.

After an eternity, a wave of pink and red ladybugs swept through the area, returning the surrounding buildings to normal. Marinette gasped back to life. She jolted up to sitting only to slump immediately after.  She took a few shuttering breaths before reaching up to feel her ears.  “No, no, no, no,” she started panicking and searched her surroundings.

“They’re gone,” Jason answered the unasked question.

She stared at him wide-eyed, fear lacing her eyes, quickly turning to a furious glare.  He held up his hands in surrender.  “It wasn’t me.  It was your friend so she could fight the akuma.”  She looked at him doubtfully, but nodded.  She was healed after all, so the akuma must have been defeated.  She kept her eyes on him and slowly urged her body to tense in preparation for whatever attack he had planned.

“Relax.  I’m not going to fight you, kid.  I’m not looking for a fight today… except maybe that guy with the crowbar,” he growled the last part of his sentence, his eyes wandering in the direction the fight had gone.

“No!  You can’t do that,” Marinette exclaimed loudly, almost lunging at him, but collapsing back down almost instantly from the shock of movement to her system.

“Are you serious, Goody Two Shoes?  He killed you.  He beat you until you stopped breathing.  He took your life from you with no remorse and you’re going to protect him?” Jason barked.

“It wasn’t him.”  Jason scoffed at her.  “I’m not saying he’s a good guy.  I don’t know him.  But, the akumas, they change a person, morph them, make them into someone they aren’t. It isn’t them.  And I don’t want anyone dead because of me.”  She met Jason’s glare with a determined one of her own for a few seconds before she looked away.  “And it’s Marinette, not Kid or Goody Two Shoes.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at her and pressed his lips together in frustration.  “Fine. I won’t kill him.  But you need to be careful because the League of Assassins is after your jewelry.  And stop telling strangers your name.”

Her eyes snapped back up to meet his.  “What is the League of Assassins?” she asked cautiously. “And like you didn’t know my name already.  You know it. Use it.”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes.  “And you wouldn’t believe me about the League if I told you.” He shook his head lightly, but the serious expression on his face was enough to scare Marinette.

“Try me.”  Her voice held more confidence than she felt.  Like she was challenging him.

“It’s a league … comprised… of assassins.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and huffed out a long suffering breath.  He gave her a charming grin, maybe the first authentic, happy smile he’d given since before he died.  He looked in her eyes and suddenly turned away.  His smile faded to a frown.  “There's a timer on this peace.  They want the miraculous and they want them before you defeat Hawkmoth because they know they’ll have no way to track them once you’re not using them anymore.”

He looked back in her eyes.  “They'll send somebody else as soon as I leave here.  They’ll send more.”

“Someone better?” she chuckled mirthlessly.

Jason scoffed and gave her a roguish smile.  “Oh Pixie, there is no one better.”

Marinette actually laughed.  “Well then, I've already survived the best.  I'm sure I can survive the rest,” she said defiantly.  “And I told you to call me Marinette.”

Jason smiled proudly, but quickly shook it off.  As long as Hawkmoth was active, they were in danger, she was in danger and he wouldn’t be able to protect her.  The only way out of it was to become him.  “Not unless you're willing to kill them. They're not like me.  They won't walk away when they see who you are.  They'll keep coming until you kill them.”

She looked at him curiously.  “And who am I?  Who am I to you to make you stop?”

Jason looked away, his eyes unfocused for a moment before returning to her eyes.  “You're like me, like I used to be.  But better.  You're who I should have been, who I was supposed to be.”  His head whipped around to the sound of people calling her name. “Time’s up.  Good luck.”

“Wait…” she called after him.  She tried to get up and go after him, but he was already gone before she could ask more questions.

Two weeks later she received an email addressed to Pixie with a clear video shot through a window of Gabriel Agreste transforming into Hawkmoth.  A week later, she, Chat, and the rest of the team took him down, with video documentation of the whole thing and Officer Raincomprix as a witness.  Ultimately, once they knew who to go after, it was actually extremely easy to sneak in camouflaged and immobilize him.  They just needed that last piece of the puzzle.

The justice investigation was quick, as was the trial. Everyone involved was eager to get it over as quickly as possible, and with incontrovertible evidence against him, Gabriel didn’t have much of a defense to give anyway.  Waking up Adrien’s mother took a bit longer, but with the help of the monks in the temple, she made a full recovery.  Marinette’s memories of the previous three years, however never did.

Chapter 3

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Where is he?! Power has searched EVERY inch that a little cat could wonder off to inside of Topknot’s apartment. She’s checked underneath the couch, within the laundry basket, and even inside the toilet. It’s not possible for Meowy to disappear into thin air, correct? The HIGHLY intelligent fiend almost considers such a possibility until she spots her bedroom window OPEN.

❝. . .Stupid Denji! HE must have plotted this! Hold on, Meowy!--❞    

The pink-haired demon busts down the front door and sprints outside of the building to begin her desperate search. Screw if she gets in trouble! This is FAR more important than the rules set in place! She can always blame Aki for not watching her properly. Thus, the Blood Fiend chews on her bottom lip as she stomps down the sidewalks of the bustling streets for any sign of her beloved pet. 

After what feels like an eternity, Power hears a pleased meow from the distance. She whips her head in the direction of the noise, running towards it. A relieved smile is on her lips until seeing that someone is already in his company. 

❝Cease! Keep your puny hands AWAY from Meowy!❞  

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The Problem With Trusting A Human

Spoilers for lessons up to and including lesson 16!

CW for: Angst, Blood, Being Injured / Attacked, Death and Trauma Mentions, Violence, and more. Please ask me to tag anything else!!

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Honestly, Belphegor wasn’t sure what he was expecting. How long had it been since he’d had a human come looking for him, and how much longer since he’d intentionally tried to lure one? It was easy to throw his voice, to tempt them and eat at their curiosities, and of course this human exchange student was no different. In fact, they seemed even more inclined to listen to him and come searching with no resistance at all, even with Lucifer himself so violently blocking their path.

But there you were, standing outside the attic with a wary and horrified look on your face, as concerned as you were distrustful. Belphie probably looked as pathetic to you as you did to him, locked away in the House of Lamentation of all places, in the attic where no one was allowed to come search and where your path was blocked multiple times when you’d tried to come here before. Maybe you’d fallen for it, when Lord Diavolo preached of creating peace, but surely even as a human you weren’t so foolish as to believe all demons would be working towards his goal; not even all of the brothers would be, after all. But to think! Diavolo’s right hand man, Lucifer, was keeping a prisoner captive in the same house you were staying in.

Whatever is racing through your mind comes to a halt as you ask if he’s okay, if he’s been trapped for long. And finally, about what he is. Maybe you could sense it, the difference between you and him, or even the seething hatred he was only just able to conceal with his powers. It was taking so much energy to appear harmless and peaceful; demons were just too different from humans. They could blend in only so much before a human came along who could feel it, the way the air turned cold and they shivered, gut twisting and skin prickling as if the spirits lost to the air were reaching out to touch it. You could be one of those humans, one who could sense that difference.

Or maybe not, because you settled relatively quickly. You didn’t trust him, of course; it would take longer than one conversation for that. But you come time and time again, and relax a little more as Belphegor feeds you small truths and sweet lies, using the knowledge Lucifer has been feeding him to convince you of his innocence as he bleeds lies into fact, things you can’t refute because you’d seem them happening.

You soon discover one of his lies, and through Beel of all people. He wasn’t human, after all, but the seventh brother. Still, even as you tell him you can’t trust him, there’s pity in your eyes and a pain in your chest, and he knows he’s won. It was boring waiting, horrifying that the only company he had was the older brother who locked him away and a human just out of his reach whom he desperately wanted to crush. He could shatter your bones with a flick of his hand if he wished, but his plans were too big for that, so instead he settled for watching you sit closer and closer to the locked door each time you visited, and listening to your voice as you told him what his brothers were up to.

Things change when you show up and sit as far away as maybe the first week. Or the second one? Belphie had lost track; it was hard to measure time passing in the Devildom anyway, where the night stretched on for eternity and he slept too irregularly to bother with counting days. Your voice breaks Belphie out of his daydreams. Its weak and shaky, and there are drops of blood on the carpet where you’d passed to get to your hiding place.

How misguided of you to try and hide it from a demon. Belphie could smell the fear as if he were a hound trained to do just that. Past that, there are traces of anger, of another demon he couldn’t place and oh, so much blood. The day’s events were trapped in the air and would be irregardless of what you tried to do, and you were blind to it. But Belphegor wasn’t, and he was starting to put the pieces together already, made easier when you came closer to his cage to check on him.

It was satisfying and frustrating at once. Someone had done what he’d been hoping to do, they attacked you and put you back in your place, using fear and pain to guide you there. But something bit at him, swelled in his throat and clogged it, and it only gets thicker when he catches a glimpse of you and you lower your head as if ashamed, smiling through it all. Your arm was already bandaged, but so poorly done that blood was still trickling through in places. He could see torn skin from here, from sharp, sharp claws, and the way you flinched when you accidentally hit a sore spot as you rubbed at your arm to soothe yourself.

His breath catches, and he startles himself as he almost reaches forward, wonders if he should try to redo the bandages through the bars of the attic. He could break your arm in the process, and wouldn’t it ruin his plans? And wouldn’t it get his thoughts across? He feels something that’s foreign but not, something he should know well but has rejected too heavily to place it. Is it you sitting outside the bars? Because its not you he can see, not with that look on your face and the way you curl up into yourself and stare off into the distance, not wanting to bother him or ask for help or comfort.

Belphie almost calls out then, but of course, not to you, because surely you’ve left. Surely its Lilith there in your place, borrowing your smile, laughing as she promises she’s just fine. You weren’t careful enough, you’d made a mistake, but it hadn’t disrupted your plan, you were still going to help him.

Belphie watches as you stop rubbing your arm and hide both hands behind your back, and he barely stops the growl that locks itself in his chest from bubbling up and escaping. There’s blood on your hands, too, right? That’s why you were hiding them from him. Because maybe you didn’t trust him, or maybe you trusted him too much, and expected him to be worried, and he couldn’t do anything about it from the other side of this stupid locked door and god he was going to end Lucifer when he was out of there.

He feels like there are two people standing outside, feels like he’s been here before and knows he hasn’t, because it wasn’t red last time. It was red dripping down onto the carpet and staining it, as much as it wasn’t red that stained her hands and wings when she fell, watching him all the while as if calling out to him, calling him to come after her. Or to stay far, far away and never make the same mistake, and rather to stay safe. Isn’t that what your expression said? Hadn’t you slid further away from him so he wouldn’t come closer, wouldn’t end up hurting like you?

Belphegor doesn’t know what he feels, and when he finally does hiss you only look at him with pathetic sympathy, as if you understood. How could you? How could you know what he was feeling, what was burning up in his chest and fuelling the fire he’d use to end your life the first chance he got, whilst simultaneously trying to douse it?

He can’t bring himself to hide the glare on his face, so instead, he only looks down and stares at the red splatters you’d left on the floor.