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wavesgocrash · 1 year ago

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✩°。Slow Down The Song⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Pairing: Abby Anderson X reader

Content: friendship w Dina content <3, (I love Dina). drinking/drugs, pushy douche man, mutual pining. SMUT! : spitting, spanking, degrading/praise, pictures are taken during, handcuffs(its a belt) head R!receiving, strap on sex r!receiving. LMK if I missed anything <33

A/N : first smut writing lmk how it goes :D kisses..

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You always saw abby, walking to classes, on her way to practice, the gym. She was in your liberal arts class. But you never interacted. She always had her headphones in. smug unapproachable face. She had this walk, like she owned every sidewalk she walked on. You always took a second to take in her outfit, pointedly checking her out, not like she'd noticed. when she passed you could smell her expensive cologne, admire her braided hairstyles. Sometimes you smiled and she didn’t even notice, sometimes shed look at you and try to give what looked like a smile, just a polite one.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“hey chica” a familiar voice singsonged as she let herself in your dorm. you turned your head to find Dina in your door with a large backpack in hand “whatcha doin?” you eyed her suspiciously.. “my chem work..”

she trounced over to you shutting your computer quickly. “well not anymore, we’re going out!!!” she squealed excitedly spinning in a circle and dropping her bag to the ground.

You’d never exactly been a party animal, but with the stress of college it was so nice to get out and have fun.

“fineeee” you’d pretended to concede. rolling your eyes and twirling around with Dina

shed connected to your speaker, poured you both drinks and begun on your makeup.

“any luck with your crush?” she bounced her eyebrows obnoxouisly, referring to abby.

“i haven’t talked to her yet..” you confessed

“Y/N come on! its just Abby Anderson” she rolled her eyes as if abby wasn’t incredibly intimidating

“Dina she’s like six foot tall and has the RBF of a monster.” you pleaded with her

she rolled her eyes at you, finishing your lipstick. “go get dressed sugar”she smacked your ass playfully and said “els and Jesse will be here soon to pregame”

“no cat?” you asked referring to ellies girlfriend.

Dina hissed.. and squinted “ouch, broke up again?” you confirmed. This was like the third time.

Dina laughed starting on her makeup, already in her blue sparkly mini dress.

you walked into your room opening the dresser, hmm a red velvet and lace mini dress or a bedazzled low back halter top and leather skirt? “DINA?? DRESS OR SKIRT?”

“WHAT DRESS?”

“MY RED ONE”

“WHAT TOP WITH THE SKIRT?”

“MY BEDAZZLED ONE”

“OOO DISCO BALL SHIRT!!!” Dina screeched. you laughed and slid into the shirt discarding the idea of a bra, slipping your skirt on and your shoes into some short red pumps you felt perfect, and just in time. ellie called “ladies? we’re here.

“hi guys!” you ran up giving them each a quick hug

Dina said nothing, she was touching up her eyeliner.

once she was finished she ran out giving Jesse a peck and ellie a hug.

You were decently intoxicate by the time you even got to the party, Dina drank like a horse. (this is cannon)

As the party heated up and the lights somehow got dimmer the music blasting, you found yourself drunk. looking for Dina to get you another drink you ran smack into a mans back.

“oops sorry!” you slurred slightly.

he spun around, you didn’t recognize him “thats okay baby” he slurred heavily groping your hips to “stablize you”

You stumbled back and tried to walk past him, he grabbed your hips again. “dance with me bbygirl” he gave you a drunk smile

“does that line ever work?” you narrow your eyes grabbing his wrists and pushing back.

“yes” he winked

“not this time buddy” you snapped, and pushed off of him.

“god you’re a bitch” he grabbed your wrist harshly

before you could even get agressive, a large hand wrapped around your waist and a voice said in you ear “whatcha doin love?” Abby.

The man backed off chuckling, “my bad Anderson. Gotcha self a fiesty one huh?”

she pretended to chuckle. “ha yea, go find lilly i’m sure she’s missing warming your lap” and with that she yanked you away. you made sure to glare at his back on your way away.

whoever that is

suddenly you found yourself face to face with Abby Anderson. that hardend face present “you alright?” she asked her exterior melting as she leaned down to talk over the music in your ear.

“yea yea I had it handled. but thank you anyways.”

she nods looking at you, a new song plays, you love this song.

finally you found your balls. “dance with me.” you demanded more than asked.

she let her eyebrows rise, finally she said “alright”

she grabbed your hips without hesitation and your hands found her shoulders picking up to the pace of the song. As the song picked up you , let yourself daringly grind on her. her hands tightened on your hips “watch it Y/N” she rasped. Her voice sending electric down your spin and her grip lighting your skin on fire. the song crecendoded and you put your head in the crook of her neck kissing a small kiss. “what if I don’t want to?” you whispered “fuck Y/N how drunk are you?” she was still raspy her hands gripping you “drunk enough to take what i want” she hummed at your words, slotting her knee between your thighs, letting you move your hips with her body.

“can i kiss you?” you murmured. “fuck yes” she rasped out again you kissed her raggedly and she gave you the passion back, working on you. Breaking the kiss she dropped her head to your shoulder breathing you in, fighting back her needs, keeping her restraint. She thought she might ruin you right here in that fucking mini skirt.

breathe me in

breathe me out

you danced together locked in the heat of passion for what felt like five minutes but was for more then a few songs, suddenly the asshole who had his grip on you walked past winking at abby and drawing his eyes over you. She grabbed your ass possessively , causing you to jump forward, grinding your clothed cunt on her knee, letting out a moan.

“I need to get you out of here” abby hummed in your ear.

breathe me in

breathe me out

you nodded frantically ”just have to tell Dina”

She nodded and took your hand as you separated.

you found dina jessie and ellie out on the patio smoking a joint.

as if noticing your presence Dina passed it to you without looking up from her conversation. but when Jesse noticed the hickeys on your neck his brows furrowed, making the three of them looking you as you took a long drag off the joint. Passing it to ellie you started “guys i’m gonna um.. go home with someone” Dinas eyebrows shot up, ellie began taking you in, hickeys ,a hiked up skirt and a flushed face. “who?” she asked, ellie was this protective of everyone. you sidestepped to show none other then Abby fucking Anderson standing in the glass sliding door giving you guys some space to talk. “No fucking wayyyy-” Dina was cut off by ellie“is she sober, is she driving you?” ellie asked. you nodded. “okay cya.” Dina slapped your ass AGAIN as you trotted off. it was like her way of highfiving you.

The drive was mostly quiet. abby’s hand on your thigh, light music playing. The car stopped in front of her apartment building. “are you sure you’re okay with this”

“please abby.” you nodded. “if i didn’t see the way you looked at me every damn day I wouldn’t consider this. while you’re drunk.” your face flushed at her embarrassing statement.

the second you got in the door you were pushed against it locked in a heated kiss. kicking your shoes off. Abby all but dragged you to her room, unzipping your skirt “think i don’t see the way you give me fuck me eyes everyday huh? ” she growled in your ear. You whined.

“i have to hold myself back from this every fuckin’ day. lookin at me like that. like a slut who needs to be fucked” she chucked your skirt.

she ripped her own nice t shirt off showing her sports bra, then yours revealing your bare chest

“cant even wear a bra to the fuckin’ party. fuck your tits are perfect”

once soft spoken and quiet abby had flipped a switch. talking to you just the way you wanted, you’d imagined

“yours too” you slipped your hands under her sports bra and she helped you take it off, showing off her perfect tits.

she scooped you up only in your panties and brought your legs around her torso.

she attached her mouth to your perked nipple you let out a strained moan and she gripped your ass harder playing with your nipple with her tongue. switching to the other nd spending time on it. she walked over to the bed tossing you on it like you weighed nothing you gasped at the air being knocked out of your lungs, propping yourself up on your elbows. as she undid her belt setting it on the side table carefully, your eyes followed her hands and she undid her jeans sliding and kicking them off. she smiled at you, powerful body on full display abs flexing.

she lunged kissing you and kissing down your body, kissing over your clothed cunt.

“abby don’t tease. Please?”

“don’t tease? you’ve teased me for months staring at me, wearing cute little dresses, i should’ve been ripping them off of you the minute you got home. I should’ve been holding your hand to classes. ”

she began to lick your cunt through your thin satin panties as you canted your hips, whining.

finally she ripped them off. devouring you like she had been starved “abs.. making me feel so good.”

She looked up, smacking your slit and spitting on it after

you moaned out.

she sucked on your clit and entered a finger into you you moaned out your hole clenching.

“so fuckin tight. fuck.”

quickly she added another finger and you began grinding on her tounge. ‘Abs Abs im gonna!-”

“cum for me baby, cum on this face cmon. tell me who’s makin you feel this good”

her words sent you over the edge, a band in your belly snapping as you released on her face ”thats it thatta girl.” she slurped nastily on your pussy not even giving you a break.

she rose from the bed, your whining from loss of contact. ‘’i know baby” she pretended to pout, opening her drawer and pulling out a shiny box, and out of it she got a large baby pink strap on, maybe eight inches? your mouth watered at the sight of it. “bought this the day i saw you. wearin that lil top i couldn’t stand it.”

she latched it on over her boxers

‘ you whined at the tip sliding between your folds, she leaned up to you “ya alright with this love? she asked” “you nodded frantically kissing her, tasting yourself. she grabbed your face between her forefinger and thumb “open your mouth up” you did.

She was so nasty. she spit in your mouth and squeezed your cheeks to tell you not to close your mouth. she smiled at that sight. “so fuckin’ pretty.” she grabbed her polaroid off the nightstand “keep that mouth open wide baby” She snapped the picture. “oh thats going in my wallet.”

“Swallow” she commanded. and you did.

“fuck abs.. you’re perfect for me.”

“good baby” she chuckled

she used your slick to wet her cock and looked up at you, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bright brusises the next morning. slowly she slid in inch by inch, your eyes drooped as you moaned out whining at the size, all the way to the hilt. she checked on you, obviously enjoying it.

pulled out, and slammed back in. you screamed out at the feeling “A-Abby!”

“gunna fuckin’ split you in half”

relentlessly she pounded into you until she found that sweet spot that had your hips bucking. she abused it until your eyes started watering. using your hands you started to run away.

“ahh ahh ahh” she tsked.

flipping you over she grabbed the belt from her nightstand and skillfully used it to restrain your hands behind your back. your chest flush into her silk sheets.

she slammed into you at the hilt feeling your cervix. “gunna fuckin mold this pussy to my cock. you’re only gonna be mine.”

“Mhm i’m yours abs” you cried out

she went harder chasing her own orgasm as the hild of her cock bumped against her clit.

she smacked your ass causing you to jump forward and back, making her stroke that much deeper. “ass is perfect, this pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.” she growled out at you spitting down to where you connected. “abs- ABBY fuck. fuck. fuck.” you cried out

“yea baby tell the neighbors who owns you”

“Who owns this pussy?” she smacked your ass again and then she reached down messing with your clit

“ah! you abby. Abby does!”

‘m’ gonna cum abby.”

yea baby? go ahead cum for me she spat out.

she put her thumb on your asshole pressing just enough to feel how tight it was. spitting on it.

you feel your orgasm take over your body in waves, sending shock waves.

but she wasnt done

she kept going, no pace change. “m’ not fuckin’ done Y/N, gotta - fuckin’- make- you- mine-”

she slammed into you on each word making her point

you cried out, overstimulated, the orgasm you just had began to feel like a band that was going to snap again “abby pleas- is-its too much abby-”

“fuckin’ take it baby. fuckin’ take it like a good slut”

with your hands tied behind your back you had no choice to take it.

“Abs i’m gonna cum again. abs-”

“gunna fuckin’ cum too”

her strokes got sloppy, and she repeatedly smacked your ass alternating cheeks.

“Cum with me cmon fuckin’ cum with me, pretty”

“abs- ” the band snapped in your stomach, squirt covering both of your thighs.

“fuck Y/N, look so pretty doin it, fuck such a fuckin- good- girl-”

she accentuated her words with he lasts strokes her orgasm ripping out of her.. she rode it out in your whining, shiny wet cunt.

she un-lachted your arms and slid out of you.

giving you a kiss on the forehead

“did s’good for me baby, stay right here i’ll take care of you.”

she walked around the room putting the strap away you admired her strong back as she cleaned up, she took a warm wet rag to your puffy fucked out cunt cleaning you up and sliding a pair of her boxers on you, and her shirt over your head. she got dressed too and cralwed into bed with you, cuddling you into her arms.

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby #ellie tlou #ellie #ellie williams #abby brainrot era #abby the last of us #abby tlou

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or-echo · 2 months ago

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When I first drew that JC reference like three months ago, I didn't really expect that I'd turn it into a full *project,* but here we are anyways lol. I also didn't expect to draw Alex, let alone redesign her! But that's a long-ish story. All of them are relatively janky looking in their own right, but they're all just personal reference points so who cares.

Since this isn't exactly a *thrilling* artwork and I'm a little low on ideas for funnier/more engaging stuff, I think I'll do a little analysis on each design. Some cross between analysis and personal interpretation. Also explaining the intention behind the Alex redesign, since it's a departure from the original.

FOR PAUL;

Most of the visual interest in his design comes from the trench coat. Most evident when you *take* it from him. He looks almost bare without it. A lot of it may be the lack of the purple in his design; my hypothesis is that his design manages to be so eye-catching through a relatively successful triadic color scheme. Purple, green, and orange (brown, but it's a dark orange, in this case). Usually, triadic schemes are best used for their sharp contrast, but that's not the case for Paul. His design may not be outright *eye catching* but it is unique and will draw the eye, mostly due to the low saturation of his color palette. The colors don't fight or pop out too much. They share emphasis.

A funny side note- Paul's eyes are not the same as JC's, which I didn't realize until I colored him in properly. His eyes sit on a darker blue base- the bright blue, which IS the same as JC's, takes the place of the pupil. Meanwhile, JC's pupil is an even lighter blue.

Drawn at approximately 5'11.

FOR JC (male);

JC's outfit is undeniably a ripoff of Blade (1998), therefore, the best means to distinguish the two is through color palettes. JC gets to have his cold, moody colors, but they're not completely *dark.* Where Blade wears black, JC wears blue. Dark blues (mostly), but still blues nonetheless.

I took a few liberties with JC. I didn't quite like the look of the leg straps (and then I gave them to Alex- oops) so I replaced them with leg pouches instead. Better for storage & the tactical look JC is going for.

I also toyed with the idea of changing his hairstyle to a short one, but thought I'd keep the slicked back hair because I like the idea of him taking inspiration from his older brother. After all, the Deus Ex Bible said he admired him greatly when he was younger; the whole secret agent deal. I like to attribute the very 'action hero' look to that idealization as well. JC as a character is very idealistic, almost- if not outright- naive. His picture of the world is more fiction than reality until the events of the narrative rip it from him- or at least, that's what I interpreted. Compare him to Paul, who has a much simpler, more practical design. Aside from the embellishments on the trenchcoat, Paul looks extremely normal. Meanwhile, JC sticks out quite a lot.

The boots were fully improvised. I had no clue what was going on in the texture and couldn't find a reference I liked.

Headcanon name for him is James Chris because I like how it sounds. :) I only remembered that James Bond exists AFTER I thought of it and couldn't find a name I liked better.

Drawn at approximately 5'11.

FOR JC (FEMALE)

Drew her shortly after I played the Lay D. Denton mod for the first time. I was so inspired that I *had* to make my own design for her. I love the idea of a female JC.

I did take some liberties from the mod's design, though. I returned her widow's peak, for one. One of the odd tidbits I remember from biology class was that widow's peaks are a dominant genetic trait, so even if she *wasn't* a clone of Paul, the chances of her having one would still be 50% at minimum. As for her hairstyle overall, I thought I'd let it be loose but still slicked back- reminiscent of her male counterpart. JC struck me as the type to keep her hair short rather than put it into a bun or ponytail. More convenient overall. Not a buzz cut- since male JC didn't get one either- but still above the shoulders.

I also removed the nail polish. It's an idea I love for a secret agent of her type, but I just don't get the idea that she'd wear it from her personality (+ refer to the bit about JC's 'tactical look'). It would suit someone like Navarre better in my opinon, showing efficiency in her job- that she's so good she wouldn't need to worry about chipping a nail as well as the fact that she has time to re-paint them. Unfortunately, Navarre has cybernetic arms. Maybe she can paint her nails anyways- don't know.

Ditto for the lipstick.

I removed the stiletto heel- though that's not the fault of the mod. They had to use a generic model & re-texture it for her design, after all. I did, however, let her have about a ~2 inch heel. Nothing *too* obscene. More of just a reference.

The vest is modeled on one I saw online that I liked the look of.

Headcanon name for her is Joan because I've loved the name 'Joan' as long as I've been listening to Joan Jett's music. Kept Chris because I like the sound of it as a gender neutral name.

Drawn at approximately 5'6, with 2 inch heels to make her 5'8.

FOR ALEX:

Hers is somewhat of a story.

I was considering making this into a full Denton lineup- as I now have- but thought it would be incomplete without Alex. Issue is that I don't especially like Alex's design all that much, male OR female, but female especially. That's when I thought to redesign her. Side note, I went w/ female Alex because I liked the voice performance better + I just like the idea :)

It spiraled from there, starting as a design more consistent with the other Dentons (one of the gripes I have w/ the original design), into a rewrite. So I wouldn't say that this is by *any* means the same Alex as Invisible War.

Given that it's relevant to the design, the premise is as follows; rather than being Alex 20 years in the future, this Alex would instead be the one found in Area 51, the one who was retconned out of the story. The intention behind that setpiece in the level always interested me a lot, whether or not it was later retconned. The idea of accelerated clone growth + memory implantation also caught my eye, and I wanted to use her to explore all of those things a little more. Therefore, that would be her function. The Dentons are prototypes, after all. She exists in an alternate world, a take on the scrapped UNATCO route everyone wonders about, though it would differ in the sense that it only happens if JC fails the Lebedev mission. Paul goes fully MIA, and Alex is deployed early to fill the empty space. Without having led a full life & full outside control over her memories, she'd be a complete UNATCO zealot; what MJ12 wanted JC to be. There's more detail than that, but that's about what's necessary for the design to make sense.

It's a blend of the other Dentons & prominent UNATCO figures. She has the same physical features as her siblings- same face, same approximate build, same nanoaugmentations, so on. Her clothes, however, are meant to resemble the mech-augs more than it does the Dentons. Where the Dentons wear looser clothing, Alex's is more form fitting, akin to Anna Navarre & Gunther, even if she has no cybernetic joints that loose fabric could get caught in. It's meant to reinforce the idea of her loyalty to UNATCO rather than anything else.

The jacket is meant to resemble the Dentons, however. Even then, it's cropped because she wouldn't necessarily be a "full" Denton (for lack of a better term) or share a true connection with them beyond genetics.

As for color scheme, it follows that pattern. She relies on a black base more than her siblings do, again akin to the mech-augs. The prominent blue is meant to be similar to JC's, but it's also worth mentioning that JC and Paul (Paul especially) have much more of a green tint than what I selected for her. Alex's is more metallic, once again to mimic Navarre & Gunther. Still, she is a Denton, fully manufactured or not, so the blue of her design is meant to be more prominent & full than it is with the mech-augs.

The hair gave me some trouble. It's meant to be the same-ish style as the Alex of Invisible War, but I'm ngl I was struggling to draw it. I had also wanted to give her some kind of facial accessory- Paul has a beard, JC has his sunglasses, but I couldn't find something for Alex. I didn't like the look of a facemask or gasmask- I also considered goggles, but they would be too reminiscent of JC's shades while also being made redundant by her augmentations. In the end, I left her face as-is.

Drawn at approximately 5'6, with 1 inch heels to make her 5'7.

Anyways, I made an Invisible War version of the lineup too for fun, and because I wanted to see what the Alex design would look like with the original purple look. :)

isn't character design fun

#deus ex #dx1 #jc denton #paul denton #alex denton #maybe #kind of a redesign #and kind of a rewrite #so maybe it counts more as oc #i dunno really lol #some design analysis? perhaps?#god i love talking color schemes lol

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itsmeeeeegelalay · 8 months ago

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House of Pomegranate

Here it is, take it now-

Now if you want a bit of context, keep reading then-

I am still deciding which AU this is. An outright badass noble from the beginning AU, after the dungeons and trying fuck over Le'gard after he ascended AU, or repeated lives AU but each lifetime is different flavor of trauma. Or maybe just make this into a shitpost AU-

Also, if you're wondering why her frame looks so small is because in this lifetime, she has let go of herself (i.e. she didn't become a knight, and suffered night terrors which often lead her to lose a lot of her appetite, got locked up in her room for months no end by her parents to avoid her shaming them, and gave up a lot of things that once brought her so much comfort and joy like spars, training, and horseback riding) and developed body image issues. She's gonna work on that a little later once she finally breaks away again from her family after buying her title as a baroness in a rural area.

As for the reasoning behind her fashion, Canon D'arce doesn't have much of an identity and her dominant soul would be left dormant. Or at least, she thinks she is dominating through Le'gard's ambitions. I mean, her ascended form left her bald and hairless all over. So I wanted to give her a strong sense of identity or at least she's experimenting with it; Like changing her hairstyle daily and cutting it short during the summer. She would also wear dresses but she wears masculine clothes as well. She even wears one under her dresses.

She would also fan flames of rumors so people wouldn't figure out who she really was until they met her. Some rumors call her vain and narcissistic (because of her styles changing almost daily and the fact she set a lot of trends), another calls her cold and cruel (she did take over territories), some call her an aggressive businesswoman (she bought "useless" land from the original owner then found out its true value and tried to buy it back from her but she said no), and sometimes, she would get positive rumors such as "As if the Sun was human" due to how often her smiles are so bright- It's also the smiles she makes if she kills people oop-

As for her religion, she stopped worshipping god/s-

After my word vomit, enjoy more art below-

Nth Life D'arce wishing she could tell off her past self off for wanting and even downright begging for a morsel of attention from Le'gard-

IDK how this would happen but I like the idea where Francois decided that she's the daughter he didn't know he wanted-

Eeerrrrrr- I wish I rendered this too but uuuhhh-

#my art :d #fear and hunger #d'arce cataliss #d'arce #alternate universe #au #francois #GET IT DARCE TELL YOUR PAST SELF TO PISS OFF FROM LEGARDE #pomegranate for the win and paris paloma's labour

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jackiequick · 2 years ago

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I see a future with you in it ~ Bradley Bradshaw Fic 💗

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jenny “JenPen” Mitchell

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, Jenny Mitchell, Carol Bradshaw, Amber Kazansky, Pete Mitchell and other supporting characters

Setting: Flashback to their first Valentine’s Day together during High School

Fic Length: Short length, kinda like a blurb

Summary: Sometimes your first Valentine’s Days can lead to you talking about your future

The Bradshaw household was buzzing with music very morning but on a day like today, it was buzzing with love songs. Carol was baking pancakes another round of pancakes with extra strawberries on top while Bradley packed up his backpack as he stuffed some breakfast fruits into his mouth, searching for his earbuds. Until finally he found them in his other pants. It’s cause his mother to roll her eyes and say, “Bradley! Slow down, your not on a racetrack to the finish line, it’s just a normal school day. You’re gonna be fine!”

Bradley rolled his eye back at her with a look that was clearly his father’s goofy lovesick grin as he replied, “Mom! It’s not just any school day, it’s Valentine’s Day! JenPen is gonna be there and I’mma surprise her.”

“Jenny is just like any other girl, aside from having her father’s cheeky grin and sometimes impulsive behavior, you can get her anything and she will be happy. She will be overjoyed with whatever i buy her, it can be a simple bouquet of flowers and she will love it!”

“Mom she’s my girlfriend now! I won the grand prize and I’mma surprised her.”

“I swear your gonna go overboard and cause a huge scene like your father did in college during our first Valentine’s Day!”

“I won’t go overboard! I’m just gonna buy her a few things. Gotta go! Love you! Bye!”

Without a second to spare and another word from Carol, Bradley kisses his mother’s cheek, picked up his cowboy hat and drove downtown in his car heading to every store he could find, accidentally passing a few stop lights, until he found exactly what he was searching for. Even grabbing his friends along the way to the mall and any other store. Finally he found the gifts! He grabbed his paid items from the stores and headed off to school singing with his pals loudly.

—

Jenny was already bright and early at her locker fixing up her makeup. Today for Valentine’s Day, she decided to wear a cute but very comfy outfit. A white sweater with a pink tank top underneath, a nice length velvet reddish skirt and paired with a set of black low tops sneakers. To her was lifted in a ponytail with baby hairs threatening to stick out but it gave off a cute messy hairstyle vibe. It was finally her first actual romantic day with Rooster, especially after last year’s accidental Valentine’s Day confession between the pair at her house, after all those years of pinning and conflicted emotions those two lovebirds finally made it official.

“Hey girl!” Yelled out one of her friends, Trixie, bringing her out of her thoughts, “You look cute, where’s Kazansky at?”

“She decided to skip first period today, if she can possibly the rest of the day. Especially after that idiot football player, Travis dumped her for that random cheerleader, Giselle!” Jenny explain while fixing her lipstick.

“Aww poor thing! And Travis a a jerk, but Amber will get over it and find love in the future. I always pictured her with a blonde with blue eyes or a slightly short brunette with brown rich eye!”

“With her luck, her future husband will probably be a jock or a aviator lover boy. You going out tonight?”

“Ren from Geometry, you know the artistic dancer who’s a senior, asked me out.”

The girls chatted a bit before Trixie headed off to meet up with some other students in the hallway while Jenny stayed behind to finish up her English homework, she forgot to do the night before. Oops. She sat by her locker with her notebook in her lap, hearing a booming voice and music playing as laughter followed behind. Bradshaw and his friend, Ren.

The moment she looked up, her jaw completely dropped. Bradley was holding a huge 5 feet tall teddy bear, a small bouquet of roses and his friend, Ren, was throwing flowers to every girl in the hallway joyfully in the kindness way possible. Music played from Ren’s phone and everyone smiled. Hell, the pair was dressed up in such causal sweet outfits too. It a total sight to see. All Jenny could do was smile and giggles as she stood up watching the duo play their little performance.

“Oh my god!” Jen grinned running up to the boys blushing, “You two are something else, i swear!”

“Only the best for you, pumpkin! Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.” Bradley said, bringing her close as his lips brushed against hers sweetly, “You like?”

“I love! I only got you a sweater and a cowboy hat.”

“I bet I’ll look amazing it! I love you.”

“I love you too, Roo!”

The bell rang as both crazy kids rushed off to class in joyful laughter along with their friends. The two shared a few classes together, in which they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves for as they were caught by the teacher multiple time telling them to be quiet. When lunchtime came around, they were eating with their group of friends and Amber finally joined the group after skipping 1-4 period claiming she wasn’t feeling to well, while also getting a chance to slap her ex-boyfriend across the face in the hallways as many students saw. Jenny couldn’t be prouder at that as Bradley, Ren and Trixie cheered her on!

Finally the school day was to a end as the group headed to the park for a picnic. The boys were dancing nearby the streets, twirling every girl into their arms in pure laughter. Now, Amber and Trixie were by the swings. The couple stood next by the slides. Jenny noticed as Bradley smiling prouder as he put his cowboy hat on his head and zipped on his new sweater. “Now, when you said you were gonna wear the cowboy hat, I didn't know how I'd feel about it.” She said.

“And now that you've seen me in it, what's the verdict?” He asked sitting down on the slide while he saw Ren ran back to grab something from his car.

“I think you're sexier than socks on a rooster.” She repiled with a grin.

“That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!”

“I mean it, stud!”

“Wanna get lunch?”

Amber yelled from the swings, “Pizza.”

“YES!” Trixie yelled swing even higher.

Ren who ran back to the group after grabbing the water, yelled, “Fine by me!”

“Extra soda too!” All the girls shouted at the same time.

So a result the boys went and came back with pizza for three hungry ladies, as well as themselves. Every ate, they laughed, and later on played before heading their separate ways for the afternoon especially after it started getting chilly. However Bradley took his girl to the movie theater to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, they weren’t the completely romantic type and wanted to see a cute funny film instead of a cheesy romantic comedy that they can just find on Netflix another time. To say the couple enjoyed themselves was a understatement because they were having a great time, even suggesting the idea of asking their parents for a dog after watching the movie.

The pair walked out of the movie theater into the parking lot, opened the doors on the front seats and turned up the radio to simply dance like nobody’s around. A few funky songs, some romantic some played and others were completely random. Bradley leaned against the door to the passenger taking a breath swaying his hand that was connected to Jenny who was dancing in way, swaying her hips and twirling around with still so much energy. At that moment, Bradley could’ve sworn Cupid has played his cards perfectly, cause all he saw a tiny gorgeous ball of soft sunshine and a gentle breeze made it was all clear. That’s his wife, standing right there in front of him.

“Come on! One more song?” She asked with a giggling grin, leaning towards her man, seeing her world in his eyes. Jenny let out a breathtaking sigh, playing with his hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, “I know that we’ll be alright, I don’t need another song. I got my song, you.”

“Alright, one moment, gorgeous. I’m somebody’s muses then.” Bradley let out a breathtaking smile, looped his fingers underneath her chin as his lips touched her, “…and well, I think i found the somebody I’ll love to share a home with. And I’m looking right at her.”

“Aww..i do see a future in your eyes Brad Brad. I want you, I don’t deserve this but i got it.”

“I don’t deserve you, but look at us now. I want a a huge house, with my piano in the living room and to have you dancing in your favorite dress.”

“And i want a huge kitchen to bake my apple pie for us with our dog. Oh! And we need extra rooms.”

“For what? It will be the two of us and maybe a dog! Called Buster or Maxwell or FeFe or Candy?”

“What? It’s for your mama and my daddy, silly! They need space to visit, they aren’t sleeping in the garage. And for our kids..if you want kids?”

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Bradley grinned, picking her up by the waist spinning and he yelled, “I want a battalion! We’re having our own soccer team or baseball team.”

“Woah!” Jenny yelled mid laugh, “How many kids you think we’re having?”

“Well we need about 4! Two girls, two boys. And if we’re surprised with baby number 5, even better!”

“5 babies Bradshaws?! Let’s start with two and see how it goes!”

“As long as your their mama and I’m their daddy. And your my wife!”

Jenny grinned brightly thinking about all the possibilities and such, “Wife? Yes please! Jenny Bradshaw? I love it!”

“You’ll be called Mrs. Bradshaw..or Bradshaw-Mitchell or Mitchell-Bradshaw? We’ll figure it out later!”

“I love you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I love you Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

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The couple went home that day to Carol and Pete who were cooking up a mini dinner, well Carol was cooking and Pete was trying to steal the ingredients from her, as they ate with their parents. They talked about their day together with their friends, how they planned on sharing their weekend together with Pete’s house working on his planes and to go shopping with Carol. Pete discussed on how he had a date later that night to head off to while Carol brought up all the free samples she got at the mall today.

When the conversation about school came about, it was kind short. Since not too much that happened aside from the cute gift giving in the hallway, a math test made by Mr. Stevenson, the lunch ladies giving out cookies with their meals, a Valentines Day bake sale and of course, Amber slapping her ex-boyfriend across the face. Other than that, it wasn’t much to really talk about when it came to school. Overall it was a fun and very sweet Valentines Day for the Mitchell Bradshaw household.

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leffee · 1 year ago

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How do you rank hair for the lps gang?

Oh mamma, I'm gonna have fun with this one. I'm about to do a deep dive analysis on this mf. Let's start with the easier ones, or rather the bald ones *vine boom sound*.

Sunil: so, well, he doesn't really have hair, but he does have those three strands of fur on his stupid little head. And I know what you're thinking, "it's just three little strands, not much here". And sure, until you realize how weird he looks without them. Fortunately, we have animation errors

Terryfying, I know. You gotta admit that they give him charm too. But! We do have songs during which he has hair:

I'm quite sure those are all the occasions he had hair. Anddd those are okay, nothing crazy for me, but not bad either, especially that last one. He gets a solid 5/10 which is a good score for a hair rating competition considering that he doesn't even have hair.

Penny Ling: okay, well, she's fully bald but she did have hair a few times too, specifically during humanarian and sweet shop songs:

And while I'm not a fan of the first one, the second one does look kinda good. I like the cherry on top. I like the color too, it's great. Considering all that she gets a... 4/10! Mainly because she's bald (but we love it). The sweet shop hair gets a 9/10 though.

And the last bald pet, Russell: Well, the least bald of them because he has those quills. Still not hair though! But them quills are good at replacing hairdos, those are quilldos if you will.

And can I just say how incredible they look in humanarian? I genuinely mean it, it looks amazing. It's kinda simple, but damn boy, he looks goood. I absolutely love it. It's still hair rating though so he gets a 6/10, mainly because those quills are pretty good hair-mimicking and just in general look good. If it wasn't a hair rating thing he would get a 10/10 but alas.

Now onto those who actually have hair, Pepper: she's unfortunately at a disadvantage because I'm a sucker for longer hair, but besides her regular hairdo she also has those:

Which are all okay, I'm I love this first one, plus her hair doesn't have any of those lines, and it actually looks pretty great? Smooth. The third one is what it needs to be and the second one, well, as I said I'm not a fan of short hair. Her hair does look good on her though so I guess I will give her 5/10.

Minka: okay, so her hair is rather short too, and you know what else she has? That's right, pigtails. And, you know what's weird? That most of the time I don't like this hairstyle but on her?? I can't tell you why but I do like it, not love it but like it. Maybe it's because of that fringe? Idk. Let's look at Minka's hairstyles:

Okay, I have simped enough already for those sweet shop hair, but fuccing look at hers, the best one in my opinion. The color looks great and I adore those candies, looks awesome. But omg, this humanarian hair might just be my favourite out of everyone throughout the enitire show. I can't tell what it is but she looks awesome. It looks perhaps even better from the back. The third one is just her without her pigtails, and you know what? That's still short hair but again, for some reason looks good. She gets a solid 7/10. If she had long pigtails (Hatsune Miku style) like I saw in one art piece she would easily get a 9/10 or maybe even 10/10.

Vinnie: oh boy, the one time when I won't appear biased. Probably. Still am. But, there's a reason why I gave him completely different hairstyle in my headcanon xD. His actual hair is too slick. He still looks great, don't get me wrong, but if it was me, I would do it differently. And the thing is, if his hair was just slightly different I would like it so much more. But more about that in a second. He gets bonus points because his hair is I guess kinda long? Hard to say really. But let's see.

Oops, sorry, that's from my private collection and not hair realated, let's move on.

And listen, LisTeN, in all of those he looks amazing (yeah, i count wet hair as a hairstyle just because it's so much different than his usual one), absolutely incredible if you ask me. And why? I mean, those are all quite different. Well, because they are all ruffled aka they're not slick. And all of those look incredible. If his everyday hairstyle looked like on that first picture he, similarly to Minka, would get a 9 or 10/10. And it's really not a big difference too. I would give him a 7/10 but since I count the other hairstyles as well and those are incredible he gets an 8/10.

Zoe: you see, there's a problem with Zoe. What the hell do I count as her hair??! Because she has that fringe, right? But she also has her goddamn ears that are supposed to be ears but are so often part of her hairstyle they might as well be hair! I don't know what kinda goofy cartoon logic is that but now I have to figure it out. Like seriously, sometimes her ears pretty much seem like they changed where they are attached just to fit the hairstyle and most of the time it seems like her ears have been complately transformed into hair. Did any of us ever stop to think that this dog's literal ears are incorporated into a hairdo? But okay, since they are so often part of her hair let's say that I count that too. So, Zoe has a lot going on for her. (At least the way it literally changes lengts) her hair can be considered long. Plus, she has that strand of pink, which technically makes her hair two-colored which usually looks good and makes it more interesting. It sure does in this case. And third, she got a shit-ton of different hairdos and a lot of them look incredible, plus, she's got that "hair covering one eye" swag. She's got way too many hairstyles for me to include all but here are some of my favourites:

I can't lie, she looks awesome, definitely 10/10 even if she kinda cheats with those disappearing, transforming ears.

That's all for tonight folks, hopefully that answer was satisfactory. I had fun, so if you have any similar questions I would love to see them. Also, it's possible that I forgot some hairstyles for certain pets, I was mainly going by songs and what I could remember, so don't kill me if I did.

From best to worst in my opinion it would go like this:

Zoe

Vinnie

Minka

Russell

Sunil/Pepper

Penny Ling

#lps 2012 #asks #vinnie terrio #russell ferguson #sunil nevla #pepper clark #zoe trent #minka mark #penny ling

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wasteland-stranger · 6 months ago

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Now that I’ve (literally just) posted art of Julia I need to say something I’ve realized about my female ocs while I’ve been drawing them. I have 3 fem ocs and they are Ophelia, Julia, and Violet (haven’t posted her yet) but I realized….they all have almost the exact same hairstyle….. oops…. Julia and violet are more similar w the short bob w bangs while Ophelia’s is more wavy/unkempt but like…. Still the same style….. and it’s the same hairstyle I literally JUST gave myself a couple days ago… talk about accidental self inserts. (I’m not a girl so that makes it even funnier to me)

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bubblellop · 4 years ago

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Thought Stella needed a better design <3

#my art #tmt #the magical twins #tmt stella #i gave her a more unique hairstyle but when i finished sketching this drawing it looked exactly like the last time i drew them HSHWBWJSBSH #its not on purpose im just unoriginal #anyway wow look at her #queen <3 #i love putting the out of place bow #OOO WAIT I GOT A BETTER IDEA FOR A HAIRSTYLE DAMNIT #HSJWBSJWB #oops

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whiskeynwriting · 3 years ago

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Insatiable - Chapter Four: Let Me Have You

Oberyn Martell x OFC Reader “Savia”

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Word count: 7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) significant age gap, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, oral (m receiving), food play? (I have no idea what else to call this lmfao), pool sex, slight mentions of exhibitionism, and a little splash of soft Oberyn.

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Summary: Oberyn spoils you, regardless of his family’s opinions. Hushed comments spur your curiosity, and when you finally address them, the prince reveals more than you’d think.

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A/N: Oop I REALLY like this chapter it has all the fun stuff: sex, sass, and stories from the past.

Yes, I included tidbits from the books, and I absolutely love it (you in no way have to have read the books to understand what’s going on, but those who have read them will appreciate it lol).

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“Anything?”

“Anything.” He responds, moving to cup your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Anything you want.”

Spoiled. This was the absolute perfect word to describe your first week in Dorne. You were, and still are, positively and undeniably spoiled. Each and every necessity and desire that drummed itself up in your head was met, every single one.

Oberyn made sure you were tended to at all hours of the day, especially when he wasn’t around to do so himself. He’d given Milena strict orders to see to your needs and yours alone, no longer bothering to care for any other person within the palace walls. He’d also gifted you with a second handmaiden, Amabel, whose duties included properly dressing you, fixing your hairstyles, and applying your makeup. You didn’t have to lift a single finger.

Word of your speedy courtship spread fast, the people of Dorne truly have loose lips, in more ways than one. Anya had sent you a letter with questions about the rumors before you’d even gotten the chance to send her one first. Your father had also sent you a letter, addressing the rumors, yes, but also to simply check in. To your surprise, he seems quite happy for you, and wishes to meet the prince if a courtship is ever announced. Wow, things are moving… fast. But, to say the least, you liked it.

The prince was nothing if not a man of his word. On the day he gave you the key to the library, he had shown it to you once supper had been finished. It was absolutely magnificent; there were shelves stacked entirely to the room’s cathedral ceiling. The room itself was nearly as spacious as the ballroom, equipped with many seating areas and writing stations. It was quite the collection; books dating back centuries lined many shelves. The variety was also extremely impressive, with topics ranging from battle strategies to ancient religion to lineage rituals, and so much more.

The final gift prince Oberyn had given you that night was a white, partially see-through garment, similar to a thigh-length robe, which he had made love to you in only moments after you put it on. He seemed to love the way it slid down your curves and teased him with peaks of your body here and there. For his age, the prince was ravenous; entirely greedy for every inch of you that he could grab, bite, or lick. And so, yes, spoiled was exactly the right word.

And now, you were continuing to indulge in the graceful treatment. Prince Oberyn had led you outside the palace walls and down to the market, the very one that’s hosting a celebration in just twenty-four hours. The seat you’re meant to have in said celebration must resemble you; your spirit, your intelligence, and your beauty.

“I’d like those ones.” You say, beaming brightly at the bouquet of lilies and orchids.

Oberyn smiles, turning to the servants and informing them of your choice. They quickly grab the flowers and strut off to the booth you’d been assigned. Along with the flowers, Oberyn insisted on displaying some of your works as well. He claimed that anyone would be lucky to lay their eyes upon them, as well as upon you.

“Well,�� he sighs, turning to face you and rubbing the outsides of your arms. You stand close to him, looking up at the prince’s handsome face as he speaks. “I think it’s time to go.”

You nod in agreement, knowing that dinner is close and sunset even closer. With that, he takes your hand, leading you down the market’s street and back to the royal edifice. Although Ambrose insisted on accompanying you, you had declined. Oberyn claims to have traveled to the market many times without a carriage and the company of armed guards. There isn’t much to fear when the people admire their rulers. The Martell’s were kind the those they ruled over, making the setting much more casual than what you’ve experienced with other houses in the past.

“I’ll see you at dinner, yes?” he asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Yes,” you respond, smiling kindly before leaning up to kiss him.

“Don’t tease me,” he mutters against your lips, his hands sliding down your back to grab at you.

You hum happily, giggling beneath him before responding. “I’m not teasing…” you move your hand along his chest, lowering it further and further until it cups his half-hard cock. “But I can if you want me to.”

A groan rumble through his chest as he exhales, “Naughty thing.”

“I have an idea.”

“And what would that be?”

“Would you like to go for a swim later in the night?”

Oberyn leans back a bit, just enough for his eyes to meet yours. “That sounds magnificent.”

“Good,” you remark, smirking up at him. “Now go. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.” you say, pecking him on the lips once more before he leaves.

The prince grins, giving you a small wink before turning to walk down the hall. You release a pleasant sigh as he walks away, admiring his strong frame as he struts off. Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your lusty gaze by the sound of a woman behind you.

“He’s rather taken with you.”

You turn, finding Lady Mellario a few feet behind you. You aren’t too shocked, though, you were in a common space. She must have walked in through another doorway.

“Yes,” you reply simply, watching her sit down on one of the chaise lounge’s the room has to offer.

“I haven’t’ seen him this taken since he was with Ellaria.”

“Ellaria…” you repeat slowly, mirroring the Lady’s position and sitting on a piece of furniture across from her. “Oberyn’s first wife?”

“Wife, is debatable.” Lady Mellario responds, “But yes, Oberyn claims that in every sense but legal, she was.”

Although you knew little about Oberyn’s past, you were aware that he had a previous marriage, along with many daughters.

“Why were they never legally married?” you inquire, now curious to receive every ounce of information Lady Mellario is willing to share.

“She was a Sand,” she replies. When she sees the curious look on your face, she explains further. “A bastard. She could never marry a man of Oberyn’s status.”

“And…” you continue hesitantly, “they had children together?”

“Yes. Four, to be exact.”

“Ah, I see.” You reply, unsure of what else to say. A small part within you resembles jealousy, and another, larger part, wishes to meet his daughters.

“I mean no harm in telling you this.” Lady Mellario says quickly, acknowledging the thoughtful look on your face.

“I know,” you look back up, connecting with her gaze. You give her a kind smile, doing your best to reassure her that you’re perfectly fine. “Where are his daughters now?”

“Most remain here, in the palace. Ellaria had no right, legal or otherwise, to take them with her. Though some went with her willingly.”

“Where did she go?”

Suddenly, you’re feeling as if you’re asking too many questions. Maybe this information should come from Oberyn instead…

“Pardon my inquiries,” you interject before she responds. “I must learn to hold my tongue.”

The Lady smiles at you, cocking her head to the side in a sympathetic manner. “No, darling. Don’t ever silence yourself.”

She then leans forward, now whispering. “And don’t ever let a man silence you, either.”

You smirk, immediately understanding her comment and who it’s aimed toward.

While sitting in the privacy of your chambers, you continue to wonder about Oberyn’s past. How many children does he have? Which ones left with Ellaria? Why did Ellaria leave? Was it too soon to be so curious about all of this? You also begin wondering about the prince’s sexuality. Prince Oberyn is known for his bisexual nature, to which you have absolutely no distaste for, as you share this trait; however, he is known to be quite promiscuous, as well. Was he still sleeping with other men and women? No, he couldn’t be. He spends every waking moment with you, there’d be no time for such endeavors. Then… why isn’t he? Surely, he did so with his previous paramour, Ellaria, so why not with you? Not that you’re necessarily complaining, you’re glad that he isn’t sleeping with anyone else. You’re just… curious.

“Come in,” you call, answering the abrupt knock on your door.

“Hello,” Amabell says, curtseying before fully entering the room.

“Hello,” you return, smiling. “Is it time for dinner already?”

“Yes ma’am,” she replies, nodding slightly. “Would you like me to choose your attire for the night?”

“No, thank you.” you stand, walking over to your wardrobe. “I’ve picked out a dress for myself.”

You open the doors and take out your dark brown, bodycon dress with a small slit along its right side. You then cross the room, stepping into the bathroom to slide off your current attire and slip on the newest garment.

“Beautiful!” Amabell expresses once you walk back toward her, “I wish my body looked as gorgeous as yours.”

“Oh hush,” you grin, rolling your eyes. “You’re gorgeous, Amabell.”

And it is true, Amabell is stunning. She has medium-length blonde hair, bright green eyes and a beautifully curved nose. Her skin is pale, which is noticeable in Dorne, she must be from the capital. Her lips are a plush pink and lusciously full as they smile at you.

You sit at your desk, allowing her to open your cases and get started on your appearance. The makeup she applies is light, as you don’t often wear much, anyway. You also know you’re going for a dip with the prince later in the night and would prefer if you didn’t have makeup running down your face while he pleasures you. When she begins to tie your hair up, you stop her.

“No,” you say, lifting a hand. “Keep it down, Oberyn loves my long hair.”

You say it without thinking, making yourself blush in the small mirror set before you. Amabell giggles before agreeing, letting your hair fall and applying creams to help your wavy curls form more smoothly. Your eyelashes are then curled but kept free of mascara, the only makeup laid across your skin being that of blush, highlighter, and small amounts of cover-up.

“I believe we are done.”

“Thank you, Amabell. It’s beautiful.” You look over, giving her your genuine thanks.

Amabell accompanies you as you walk to the dining hall, the smell of tonight’s meal wafting through the air. Though you hadn’t voiced this to Amabell, or anyone for that matter, you were a bit nervous for this dinner. You were to meet Lord Doran’s three children for the first time tonight. They had each been away for personal matters but were now back home and more than eager to meet you. Well, most of them were. You had heard rumor of Lord Doran’s eldest child, Arianne, already having a distaste for you.

You’re overcome with a wave of admiration when you see the prince’s handsome face. He stands from his seat when his eyes meet yours, a gentle smile forming on his lips. You blush at the respectful gesture, walking further into the hall to greet him as Amabell leaves you to dine with the family.

Oberyn’s strong arms wrap around you as soon as you’re close enough, pulling you against him and leaning down to press his forehead to yours. Your small frame rests against him, sliding your hands up and around his neck.

“Inamorata.” He whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

The amount of passion he delivers is unexpected as he kisses you in front of his household. Regardless, you give in, his strong hold and fervent mouth stealing your shyness and replacing it with unwavering lust. Your fingers intertwine behind his neck, pulling him further down to you as he licks your bottom lip. The prince dives into your mouth once your lips part, his sweet flavor hitting your tongue as you taste his saliva. He presses his tongue to yours, massaging himself into your mouth in such a delicate way that I makes your heat absolutely ache. One of his large hands moves from your lower back up to your face, cupping your jaw as he molds his mouth to yours. Suddenly, Lord Doran clears his throat rather loudly as he sits at the table behind prince Oberyn, whose attention is still trained on you.

You smirk against him, whispering a promise of, “Later,” before lightly placing a hand on his chest. Oberyn grins at your word, chuckling slightly before leaning in to gently bite your lower lip. You stare up at him, his dark brown eyes focused on yours as he pulls back. He releases your lip from between his teeth, winking quickly before turning and walking over to your seats.

You join the prince, accompanying him in the seat to his right. Lord Doran and Lady Mellario sit either end of the table, with their three children sat across from you. His youngest son sits beside his betrothed, as well. Your heart races a bit as you sit down, meeting the grim stare of princess Arianne. You’re unaware of the source for her distaste and are curious to discover the revelation.

Doran begins conversing with his brother, while Lady Mellario remains quiet on the other end. She picks at her food, glancing up at you every now and then to exchange playful smirks when Lord Doran voices his ludicrous opinions. Oberyn’s hand makes its way to your thigh as he speaks, continuing to set his gaze on the Lord. His fingers stroke the delicate skin of your inner thigh, lightly squeezing every now and then.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” Trystane, the youngest of Doran’s children, says to you.

You smile at his pleasantness, returning his affections. “Yes, I’m pleased to meet you as well.”

“Myrcella, my betrothed,” he gestures to his right, “is delighted to meet you as well.”

“Yes,” she agrees, her voice soft and light. “It’s an honor.”

“Oh,” you sigh, waving a hand at her. “Please, it’s an honor to meet you, princess.” You return, smiling kindly.

“We would have come sooner upon hearing of your courtship, but we had other matters to attend to.” The eldest son, Quentyn, speaks. You can tell by the way he parts his lips that he means to say more, but his sister suddenly interjects before he is able to.

“Courtship is quite the term.” She sneers, “They are hardly matrimonial.”

“Arianne.” Trystane snaps, sending his sister a sharp glance.

“No,” you reply, “It’s quite alright. She speaks truthfully; the prince and I are not engaged to be wed.”

Arianne huffs, rolling her eyes at your words. She shakes her head lightly while staring down at her plate, contemplating her next statement.

“Well, he’s quite lucky to have you.” Trystane continues, smiling warmly. “You have quite the status for a woman of your age.”

“I’d say the same for you, my prince.” You return, smirking. “Your battle strategies are as impressive as your uncle’s.”

Oberyn’s strong hand squeezes a bit harder as you speak, his warm fingers curling around your thigh. He not only appreciates your outward admiration himself, but for his nephew, as well.

You continue to converse graciously with Trystane, as well as with his older brother Quentyn. They both seem to have a liking for you, regardless of their sister’s opinions. While both men are rather kind, Quentyn seems to be a bit shyer than his younger sibling, opting to stay quiet and only interjecting with short pleasantries here and there. Arianne, however, chooses to speak only with her mother. Myrcella speaks with you as well, her elegant manner making her appear very graceful and kind.

Dinner continues to be served as the hours pass, each round of food easing the hunger in your belly. Your silver ring glimmers beneath the candlelight as you feed yourself, catching the princess’s eye.

“What is that?” she snaps, glaring at your hand.

You look down, following her gaze. “A ring.” You remark sarcastically.

“Where did you get it?” her sass is evident as she continues to assess you, ready to criticize you in any way she sees fit.

“Arianne.”

Your head snaps to the side, looking at the prince to your left as he speaks. This is the first time he’s spoken to anyone but Doran since sitting down for supper, and his tone is quite stern.

“Enough.”

“Did you give that to her, uncle?” she inquires, dropping her fork and staring at him from across the table.

“Of course I did.” He shrugs, “Tell me why this is of any concern to you?”

“A snake? A viper?” she exclaims, “She is unworthy to wear such a symbol of power.” She is in no way blind to the meaning behind the ring, knowing full well of her uncle’s infamous epithet and its powerful presence.

“Arianne,” Her name is spoken again, this time by her youngest brother. “Why do you have such distaste for her? Uncle has been with many women since Ellaria; it is none of your concern.”

“You know not of what you speak, Trystane.” She seethes, standing from the table. “Whores I could deal with, but this? She is half your age, uncle!” she exclaims.

Oberyn only grins, turning to face you. His other hand moves toward you, pinching your chin as he brings you in closer. “I know.” He mutters, his eyes scanning your beautiful face.

“Isn’t she magnificent?” he questions quietly. Oberyn then sighs, whispering, “Inamorata.” Before leaning in to kiss you.

Your heart beats quickly in your chest at his words and brazen actions, delivering a few gentle kisses before leaning back. The skin of your cheeks grows pink as he pulls away, humming contentedly at the taste of your lips. Age had never been a subject the two of you had discussed, though you silently wondered about it. To you, the prince’s age only added to his appeal. It’s nice to know these affections are returned.

“Yes, I’ve heard your nickname.” She whispers, staring down at you. “Inamorata.”

“His paramour gifted me with magnificent kin, multiple cousins with whom I’ve shared my childhood with. With whom we’ve all shared our childhood with.” She states, turning to stare at her brothers once more before returning to you. “You will never be worthy enough of birthing my kin, nor the title of my house.”

“I’ve never asked to have the title of your kin.” You respond calmly, “I’ve never asked for any of the fallacies you’ve stated.”

“You accuse me of dishonesty?” she asks, clearly offended.

“I do.” You reply bluntly, moving to take a sip of your wine.

“Fuck you.” she seethes, her face now turning red.

You chuckle, almost spilling some wine from your lips. “I’d rather not.” You reply, wiping your mouth with your napkin. “I’m not interested in women as impetuous as you.”

Oberyn, along with his nephews, snicker, turning to look away from the princess and the overt show of immaturity she continues to express. You stare up at her, still standing from her seat, with a rather teasing smile.

“I have no distaste for you, Arianne.” You state, “I also lack contempt for prince Oberyn’s previous paramour Ellaria, nor the children he bore with her or any other woman. Endeavors prior to my involvement do not affect me; I have no place to judge or have influence among them.” You explain, folding your hands in your lap.

“Now,” you continue, “if you’d like to converse with me regarding a positive outcome between you and I, I would be more than willing. But this…” you wave a hand up and down at her, a look of disgust growing on your face. “This, I will not entertain.”

The heiress fumes before you, your words doing little to cool her boiling rage. Though, this was not your intent; you don’t owe her anything. Her brow is furrowed in concentration as she takes in your response, curling her fingers into the wooden table below.

“Are you finished?” Prince Oberyn asks, looking back over to his niece. “Or should we send you off to your room like the child you once were?”

You place a hand over the one on your thigh, glancing over at your new companion. You know that embarrassing her in this state will only provoke her further. He returns your look, eyeing you softly.

“Can we please eat in peace?” you ask, turning back to Arianne.

“Your lack of respect for the Dornish royal family is a disgrace.” She responds, placing her hands flat on the table.

“Arianne! You are making a fool of yourself!” her father booms, slamming a fist on the table. “She has shown nothing but respect for our family. This woman honors us with her visit. As the heiress to the throne of Dorne, you will either show respect to our guests, or you will learn to hold your tongue.”

Every single person, including yourself, stare in awe at the Lord as he shouts. He’s chosen to remain silent through the entirety of this interaction, but it seems he’s had enough of his daughter’s foolish expressions. Arianne, too, stares at her father. She’s silent as she sits, her face burning red while her lips remain closed.

With the absence of princess Arianne’s voice, the remainder of the night’s meal is rather amicable. The two younger princes continue to speak with you, curious to discover more about who you are. There are many similarities between you and Trystane regarding your interest in literature and your passion for art. He seems quite similar to his uncle in these ways, though he lacks the hotheadedness most of the Martell family seem to display.

“Please, deliver this to my room.” Prince Oberyn requests.

“As you wish.” The servant nods, turning to walk away with your dessert plates.

You give Oberyn a questioning look as he ushers the treats away. He then leans in, whispering to you, “I’d enjoy my dessert more if I licked it from your sweet skin.”

While you had dabbled with aphrodisiacs during your nights with Oberyn, you’d never done this. You’re currently laid out on the prince’s chaise lounge, naked as the day you were born while he licks a stripe up the valley between your breasts, gathering the melted chocolate from your skin with his wanting tongue. He hums, kissing the skin he’d just cleaned before sliding lower. His large hands move along your waist, squeezing you lightly as he enjoys his dessert.

“You are delectable.” He mumbles against your skin, his wet lips trailing over your body.

“Hm…” you purr, sighing out as you feel his warm tongue slide down your hips.

Your dessert consisted of a bowl of melted chocolate sat on a tray surrounded by berries. There were also raspberry fig rolls laid on the rim of the plate, which you had delighted in before undressing.

“Oberyn,” you moan out, throwing your head back as he teases the soft skin of your lower stomach.

“What is it, sweet girl?” he asks, humming to himself as he kisses your hip bones.

“I want you.” you beg, lifting your head to peer down at him.

He crawls up over you, resting his forearms on the cushions below. He then leans in, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. While he does so, your hand trails down, griping his erection firmly.

“Let me taste.” you whisper against his lips.

He hums happily at your words, nestling his curved nose against the junction between your neck and shoulder before nipping at your skin.

“You wish to have my cock in your mouth, sweet thing?”

“Yes, please.” You whimper, turning your head toward him.

Oberyn shifts, sliding off of you. You sit up, smirking as you watch his naked body moving before you. You watch him as he walks away, striding over to the ottoman sat at the end of his bed.

“Come,” he calls, glancing over at you as he situates himself.

You bite your lip, standing and approaching him at his request. The sight before you is absolutely magnificent. The prince is laid out on the luxurious cushions, his elbows leaning back on the pillows as he spreads his legs wide, allowing his thick cock to rest against his lower stomach. He reaches out toward you, beckoning you closer. You walk over to him, your lip held between your teeth as your hand slides over his and up his arm. You then kneel down, settling between his spread legs. Your small hand wraps around his cock, earning a satisfied groan from the older nobleman. Precum leaks from his swollen tip as you stroke him gently, his cock throbbing lightly under your touch. Fluttering your lashes, your eyes meet his as you glance up at him. His dark eyes are fixated on you, his plush lips parted ever so slightly as he watches you pleasure him.

The wetness of your tongue slides up his shaft, landing at the head of his cock. You kitten-lick his tip, tasting the prince’s salty precum as it hits your receptive buds. Your hand slides down has shaft as you begin to take him in your mouth, landing on his balls and lightly palming them. You waste no time taking him down your throat, sucking lightly and softly swirling your tongue. The prince’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he takes in the sight before him.

You move your mouth on him, slowly sliding up and down the prince’s thick erection. His tip continues to leak into your mouth, the delectable liquid pooling on your tongue before sliding down your throat. The short curls at the base of his shaft brush against your face as you go down on him, swallowing him entirely.

“Oh, yes…” he moans, throwing his head back. He continues to lean back on his elbows. He spreads his muscular legs further, shoving his hips closer to your eager mouth.

“So beautiful,” he gasps, lifting his head to stare down at you.

You lower one of your hands, running your fingers through your slick folds while you gag on the prince’s cock. He groans at the sound, the feeling of you swallowing him whole. You tease your clit, moaning as your lips wrap around him.

“So eager,” he teases, noticing your slender fingers working against your sex. “Oh gods,” he calls out, throwing his head back once more when you swirl your tongue beneath his thick length.

“You wet little thing,” he grunts, “I can hear it… hear your sodden lips.” Oberyn pants above you, continuing to praise your promiscuous actions. “Lovely girl, sucking my cock so well.”

You moan around his length, welcoming the intrusion into your throat. Your mouth bobs up and down on him, your small hand continuing to massage the delicate orbs below his shaft.

“Such a filthy little girl, pleasuring yourself while milking my cock.” He growls, bucking his hips against your face while he throbs in your throat.

Oberyn’s words do something ungodly to you… they make you unhinged, feral, absolutely desperate. Drool pours from your mouth and down your neck and chest as you continue to bob up and down on him. Your hand palms the soft flesh of his balls, massaging the sensitive skin with your greedy fingers. You then move off of him, your hand lifting to pump his cock while you suck his balls into your mouth. You lick at them messily, spit trailing from your mouth to his groin every time you lift yourself off of him. You squeeze his throbbing cock, swirling your thumb over tip as his hips continue to jut upward into your hand.

“Oh, sweet thing…” he groans. “Milk me. Show me what your beautiful mouth can do, show me what I’ve taught you.”

You move your mouth from his balls back to his cock, eagerly wrapping your lips around his tip and sliding down his shaft. You move quickly, savoring the sweet taste of his precum as it hits the back of your throat.

“Yes… fuck, yes. Just like that.” He mutters breathlessly, pumping his hips up against your face. “Perfect...” He whispers, sighing deeply.

The prince abruptly releases into your mouth, his hot seed shooting down your throat as he pulses with arousal. Each spurt sends the thick substance over your receptive buds, washing your tongue in his taste. You shove yourself as far down as you can go, swallowing every single drop the prince has to offer.

His chest heaves as he begins to steady his breathing once he’s fully emptied himself inside your mouth. You move off of him, pulling back and watching your strings of saliva coat his cock. Your tongue licks along his softening length, sucking gently on his tip as you savor the prince’s taste.

“My prince…” you exhale, staring at him with lust-filled eyes. “You are delicious.”

The prince huffs out a laugh, smirking lazily at you. You rise from your knees, hovering over his body as you kiss his forehead. His tongue sticks out to lick one of your nipples, biting it playfully.

“I think it’s time for a swim.”

The water is warm as it hits your body, the Dornish heat influencing the pool’s temperature even as night falls. You keep your hair down, allowing it to flow effortlessly down your back and into the water below. You’re resting back against the prince’s chest as he holds you, his soft lips kissing along the skin of your shoulder.

“Oberyn,” you say, earning a questioning hum from the older man behind you. “May I speak with you about your niece?”

He lifts his lips from your skin, resting his chin upon your shoulder before answering, “Yes.”

“Why does she disfavor me?”

Oberyn sighs, his breath long and slow as he ponders your inquiry. “She’s very close with my daughters.” He begins, sounding a bit hesitant. “Tyene, specifically… and she left with Ellaria. It’s left her broken.”

“You haven’t spoken with me much about you daughters…” you respond quietly, treading lightly in this particular area. “Nor about your previous paramour.”

“No,” he states simply, “I haven’t.”

Oberyn then sighs again, clearly trying to formulate his words as best he can. “What would you like to know?”

“Will I get to meet your daughters?”

“That depends.” His voice is low as he continues to sit his chin on your shoulder. “Would you like to?”

“I think so.” You reply, smiling shyly.

Oberyn angles his face so his curved nose presses against your neck. You can feel his grin at your response as he places a gentle kiss.

“Then you shall.”

You giggle as his stubble tickles your skin, turning your face toward his.

“Is there anything else?” he asks, leaning up to brush his lips over yours. His breath is hot against your face, his wanting mouth just inches from your own.

“Yes,” you reply, “Ellaria…”

“She is gone.” He states.

“Yes, but… why? To where?”

“Ellaria and I grew to have differences. She became unfaithful.”

“But didn’t the two of you often have sex with others?” you ask, confused by his statement.

“Ellaria and I indulged in the pleasures of both men and women together, but our emotional connection remained private.” He explains, “She grew fond of another.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He remarks, shaking his head lightly. “It led me to you.”

As usual, his words make you blush. Oberyn’s affections for you make you feel so safe, so cared for, so… loved.

“Oberyn?” you question.

“Hm?”

“If you slept with others while wed to your prior paramour, why don’t you with me?” you ask, finally giving in to the question you’d had since this morning.

“I’m aware we are unwed, that’s not what I am referring to.” You clarify, not wanting to put any unnecessary pressure on the prince.

Oberyn reaches up to kiss your cheek, smiling against you as he speaks. “All my life, I have indulged carelessly in my physical desires. I’ve never cared about sharing my body, or that of another, until I met you.”

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as he expresses himself. You are truly shocked by his admission but appreciative, nonetheless. You must genuinely have him enamored with yourself, your beauty, and your intellect, for him to feel this way about you; for him to feel something he’s never felt for anyone else before.

“I don’t want to share you; I want to keep you… all to myself.” He mutters, his large hands trailing up your body and rising from beneath the water to cup your breasts. “I want to give myself to you, as well.”

“Oberyn…” you sigh, resting your head back on his shoulder as he massages your chest.

“Would you like that?” he asks, now whispering into your ear. “Would you like to have me all to yourself?”

You turn, ripping yourself from his grasp as you face him, pressing your chest to his. Your hands cup his face as you bring him to you, leaning in to connect your soft lips to his. He holds your back as you kiss him, moaning lightly against you.

“Yes,” you respond breathlessly, nodding against him once you break the kiss. Oberyn sighs, sounding both relieved and overjoyed by your answer.

“Inamorata.” He says, his tone tender as he speaks to you. He breathes the word with such sincerity and emotion as he stares deeply into your eyes, lovingly caressing your body.

“Myn lykyng.” You reply, beaming brightly before reuniting your lips.

“Let me have you.” he says, his lips barely leaving yours as he speaks.

You allow him to move you, spinning you around and facing you toward the pool’s edge. You place your hands on the tile that lines the pool’s surface, arching your back for him. One hand splays out across your lower back while the other cups your sex, rubbing you fervently. Two of his fingers then part your folds, sliding into your wanting sex. He pumps them into you, curling them against your velvety walls.

“Fuck…” you moan out, feeling his stubble scratch the skin of your back as he places sloppy kisses along your muscles, leaning over your delicate body while he pleasures you with his fingers.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice low and rough. “Tell me how it feels, you beautiful thing.”

“Oh gods,” you sigh, “It feels amazing.”

He growls at your moans, your needy sounds piercing the air as he finger-fucks you beneath the water’s surface. You rock back against his hand, reveling in the feel of his thick fingers inside you.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks between gritted teeth, almost unable to hold himself back.

“Yes, my prince.” you gasp, “Have your way with me.”

Oberyn groans behind you, chuckling slightly as he removes his fingers. He fists his stiff erection behind you before sliding his tip through your folds. Your whimpers are undeniable as he shoves himself inside, slowing pushing his way through your slick channel until he bottoms out inside you.

“Oh…” he groans, resting his forehead on your upper back. “You feel incredible.”

"You are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.” You reply breathlessly, shifting back against him.

He begins moving inside you, slowly forming the surrounding water into small waves as your bodies rock against one another. His thick cock slides in and out of your sex, each ridge and vein rubbing deliciously against your walls.

“Yes, yes… Oberyn!” you cry out, throwing your head back.

He grunts as he exerts himself over you, ramming his hips against your ass. One hand places itself on your right hip while the other grabs onto your left shoulder, allowing his strong muscles to shove you backwards while he pumps himself into you. Your body bounces against his, your ass slapping against his hips and lower stomach as the water continues to slosh around you and over the sides of the pool. He suddenly reaches down, his strong hand moving from your hip to the underside of your knee as he forces your leg up. Taking advantage of your supple body, he shoves your leg higher until it rests on the edge of the pool, now even with your small hands as they claw at the slick, stone floor.

“Lovely girl,” he moans, “squeezing my cock so tight…”

He then pulls out, his warm hands moving to spin you around before leaning down to lift your legs. His body pins you against the wall as he holds you up, his arms staying beneath your knees while he places his hands on the concrete barrier you’re leaning on. Oberyn spreads you wide, holding you up as you rest your legs on his strong arms.

You’re perfectly displayed for him, allowing him to angle his hips slightly before ramming back into you. His body sits nearly flush against yours as he fucks you beneath the moonlight, out in the water gardens for anyone to see. Though it’s late and there likely isn’t anyone walking the grounds, excitement rushes through you at the possibility of someone passing by.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he expresses, continuing to rut into you. “Taking my cock so willingly… such a good girl for me.”

You wrap your arms around his muscular neck, digging your nails into the corded flesh as he speaks to you. His praise makes you feel so submissive beneath him, so soft and feminine as he fucks himself into your cunt.

His forehead rests on your shoulder as he shoves himself into you, his throbbing head pulsing against your cervix. Oberyn adjusts his angle, slightly moving upward and causing your nails to claw at his shoulders.

“Oberyn! Yes! Yes, right there!”

“Oh, my sweet thing…” he moans, continuing to shove his cock against that deliciously delicate spot deep within your sex. “Those beautiful sounds…”

“My Viper, you treat me so well.” you gasp, crying out at the debilitating amount of ecstasy flooding your veins.

“You deserve to be spoiled, to be ravished.” He grunts, biting down on your neck.

“Mark me, Oberyn.” You plead, reveling in the feel of his mouth on your neck. “Let me see your passion imprinted on me.”

Oberyn moans loudly, the rough vibrations rolling over your skin. His teeth sink into your flesh as he fucks you, eagerly licking and sucking along your neck. Every thrust of his hips sends shockwaves through your body, your sex tingling with stimulation as his coarse hairs rub over your clit with each shove he gives.

“Touch yourself, little thing.” He begs, “Touch yourself so you can cum while stuffed full of my cock.”

You cry out as he grunts against you, pounding his hips into yours with a ferocity you’ve never known. Your nimble fingers slither down his chest and over his toned stomach, falling to your sex as you begin rubbing your sensitive nub. You can feel Oberyn’s muscles flex and pulse against your skin as he ruts into you, forcing his cock as deep as it can go. The near-constant pressure of his throbbing tip against your g-spot, coupled with the delicious pleasure you’re delivering upon your stimulated nerves, cause you to crumble beneath him, your body shaking against his as you become undone. Your orgasm peaks, rolling through your limbs in such forceful waves that it throws you into delirium. The prince fucks you through your high, soon reaching his own at the sound and feel of you cumming on his cock. He shoves himself into you in forceful jabs as his cum is released, shooting from his tip and into your womb. The thick liquid coats your inner channel, its heat noticeable even past the warmth of the surrounding water.

Oberyn continues to moan as he slowly rolls his hips against your own, keeping his cock buried deep inside you. You cling to him, burying your face in the curve between his neck and shoulder, still clenching around his half-hard cock. Your walls continue to flutter as he thrusts into you lazily, reveling in the aftershocks of your orgasms. You can feel his hot breath hitting your ear as he pants out heavy breaths, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turn your head to gently kiss his cheek, raising your hand to comb through his dark hair. You then rest your face against his cheek, closing your eyes and smiling softly.

He whispers your name, turning to capture your lips in a kiss. “You are a gift from the gods.”

Detailed Chapter Summary

For an upcoming Dornish festival, you are given a booth to display your magnificent art and intellect. Oberyn would like you to become familiar with Dorne, and Dorne with you. The two of you begin to discuss marriage and even children in more depth, too.

Oberyn's sister-in-law, Lady Mellario, informs you of Ellaria, giving you a few details you've yet to discover. You make a mental note to ask Oberyn about this later.

Before the festival commences, you have dinner with the entirety of Oberyn's family, discovering his niece's distaste for you, though his nephews seems to quite like you. Easily, you dismiss her aggressive attitude, prompting Oberyn's attraction for you to sky-rocket. He loves your confidence and wit.

After asking you soon-to-be about his prior paramour, you then inquire about his children, wondering if you can meet them. He expresses his adoration and acceptance of this.

Chapter Five: Let Me Savor You

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mrfeenysmustache · 3 years ago

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“Tell me a fic you wish I’d write” ask!

Kagome keeps trying out various hairstyles but Sesshoumaru likes it down, pulling it out of whichever ponytail or braid she puts it in.

Hope you find this as cute as I did 🥺

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Kagome gave herself a once over in the mirror and grinned, the little balls of hair on either side of her head cuter than she’d anticipated.

“Space buns. Who’d’a thought?”

This was her first attempt to venture past either keeping her hair loose or in simple pony tails. Variety was the spice of life, after all, and her hair had gone too stale.

It was a good start.

She skipped into the kitchen and started breakfast, humming to herself as she stirred eggs and flipped bacon.

Sesshomaru shuffled in for his coffee and dropped a kiss to the top of her head as he passed.

She felt his fingers toy with her two knots of hair for a moment.

“What are these?”

“Eh, just trying something new.”

“I see.” His claws danced around her scalp for a moment as he inspected her hair, and then she heard one of the rubber bands she’d used snap. “Oops.”

“Oh no!” She cried as her hair fluttered down one shoulder.

“My apologies, my claws must have gotten in the way.”

“Well, no harm done I guess. It’s not like it took a long time. I’ll just pull this one out too.”

“You look most lovely either way.” He said, finishing his statement with another kiss on her forehead, and she beamed, dishing him up a plate of eggs and bacon and then joining him at the table.

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She noticed that Sesshomaru’s claws were suspiciously clumsy for the rest of the day.

After breakfast she’d put her hair up in a singular bun.

The band holding that style also met its accidental demise at his claws.

His fingers got tangled within the strands of the braid she’d put in afterwards, until the only way to get them out had been to unbraid it.

And then he’d somehow managed to shred the bandana she’d tied around her head after the braid fiasco.

She was at the end of her rope as she tied her hair up into pigtails just before dinner, and she was dangerously close to snapping when he walked into the kitchen for a drink as she stood at the stove.

He paused, stared at her head for several seconds, pulled his claws through the trailing ends of her hair, smiled, and continued to the fridge.

She breathed a sigh of relief, even as confusion swirled.

After dinner, washed up and in bed for the night, Kagome chewed her lip as she wondered if she should bring up the strange mishaps of the day.

As usual, Sesshomaru suspected something was wrong.

“I can feel the questions burning on your tongue. Just ask, Kagome.” He said, not looking up from the book he was reading.

“Did I not look good today?” She finally blurted, and he cut her a look that spoke of how ridiculous he found such an idea. “It’s just… you kept ‘accidentally’ ruining all my new hairstyles today, until I did the pigtails, anyway. If you think I looked bad, you can just tell me.”

Surprisingly, he blushed. A faint, subtle wash of pink across his cheeks as he snapped his book closed and set it aside.

“You did not… look bad. Please never think such a thing again.”

“Then what-“

“When your hair is all bound up, less of your scent is wafted into the air as you move. I find it…. Displeasing.”

“So you kept ruining my hair… because you couldn’t smell me?”

“I can always smell you, but it is not as strong if your hair is not free to move about as you do. But… in essence… yes, that is why.”

She stared unblinking at him, and then burst into giggles, falling over until her face was pressed to his chest.

“I fail to see what is so humorous.”

“It’s not humorous Sesshomaru, just cute. You’re such a puppy.”

“I am not a-“

“The cutest little fuzzy puppy I’ve ever seen.”

“You play with fire Kagome, do not make me prove to you just how ridiculous your words are.”

“Cute. Adorable. Fuzzy. Grumpy. Puppy.” Each word was punctuated by a boop on his nose, and when his eyes began to bleed red and he grinned a fangy, feral grin, her heart beat kicked up in anticipation.

“It seems there are lessons you need to be taught, naughty Miko.”

“I can’t imagine what things a puppy could teach me.”

He pounced; she shrieked; his lips found her neck and his hands found her skin, making her sigh.

“If I can’t wear my hair in all those cute ways, then I get to do them to you.”

He paused in his assault on her neck, tongue flat against the base of her throat.

“Deal.” He rumbled, and then did his best to make her forget all about it.

#sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fic #sesskag fanfic #sesshomaru/kagome

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galvanizedfriend · 3 years ago

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two things first, at some point when Klaus' hair grows out I need Caroline to make a remark about how 'wow i really do love you' because the true mark of love is if you're still into someone after they've changed their hairstyle. never mind the fact that it's a better one that's still a fact. and then have her explain the hair thing. Like it's such a modern day she read it in a teen vogue vague memory detail that it's hilarious. just saying that to a 1k year old horror story vamp?? amazing. 1/2

2/2 i just live for little reminders that she's extremely so from current times with those little memories that are funny to joke about. SECOND OFF i know you're going to handle cami becoming a vamp and being one so much better and i thank you for that dear god it means so much to me. i love cami now and i just can not wait for that. sincerely camlijah anon

The return of Camijah anon, hi! ✨

anon bestie, how hard do you think it would be for caroline to love THIS

Look at this man. Look at this hair. This is no hardship 🤣

But actually I gave Klaus' hair thing a little context, though I don't think anybody will remember 🤣 I am INSANE about Klaus' S3/S4 general look cause of the longer hair, and at the end of TW2 there's a scene where Caroline mentions his hair has gotten longer since he spent such a long time as a wolf int he woods, and then she tells him she likes his hair like that and he should keep it longer, hence why he's got the new look.

................... OMG I JUST REMEMBERED I ACTUALLY CUT THAT SCENE FROM THE CHAPTER HAHAHAHAHA Holy shit. I meant to post it as an outtake and never did. Oops 😬

As for Cami, I'm afraid to say she's still gonna have a hard vamp time, BUT I do hope I managed to make it slightly better than the show, but i don't know. I will let my personal Camijah expert @definedareasofuncertainty who has read everything tell you what she thought. 😬 I've no doubt that she will let me know if it's lacking in any way. 🤣

#yokan answers #camijah anon #how the hell did i never post that scene LOL

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astranva · 4 years ago

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Dad!Harry having all daughters and all of them are either doing his hair or putting makeup on him while asking him silly questions about himself 😙

Title: Beautiful Chaos

Word Count: 1.9k

Category: dad!harry fluff

Warnings: Not proofread but none other than that.

That was lovely to write, too, my heart is about to buRST although I couldn’t find a suitable photo for the Instagram post I add at the end oops

There were a lot of things that your husband, Harry, enjoyed. Like, you spooning him after a long day at work, like smelling your coconut scent through the house, and like the fact that he was a father of 3 healthy girls.

Perla, Emerald, and Ruby were 3 girls whom Harry could go to hell and back for, not to mention you, but it had always been like that since the moment he met you.

Perla, being 7 years old, frequently took pride in her “big sister” title, wearing it like a sash around her and especially at her school and around her friends. Out of her sisters, she was the most protective of her family and it was something that had never failed to make you and Harry melt.

Harry even often found himself going on his phone, watching a video he had discreetly recorded when she was only 2. She was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, her eyes following your every move as you made her a sandwich with your baby bump showing, in your 9th month.

“careful, mummy.”

“Mummy, careful!”

“Thank you, mummy. Thank you, little baby.”

She had said during the video, adding a kiss to your bump after her last sentence.

Then Emerald came into the world, and Harry sometimes found himself wondering if his heart had doubled its size to fit all the love he had for his family.

Being 5, Emerald – or Emma as you all frequently called her – was quiet. She was a collected, flexible child who enjoyed art. Harry’s music? She would be listening carefully to it, saying comments that not all 5-year-olds would say;

“I like the piano here.”

“Uncle Mitch did a great job here!”

“Daddy, the bass is so low.”

And it only made sense that yours and Harry’s phones were full of pictures of her with her toy guitar around her shoulders, strumming as she cutely sang Harry’s songs or even some Fleetwood Mac into her green microphone.

And then came your youngest, being 3 – Ruby.

Ruby was a funny and hyperactive child. No hairstyle could sit still for her and more often than not, she sat with messy and chaotic brown hair, clothes a little disheveled. She was definitely more of a risk-taker than her sisters.

You remember only months ago at the beginning of the year, before the pandemic outbreak, when you and Harry were visiting a friend of yours from work and they had a big dog, a Great Dane, Perla and Emerald hiding behind you and Harry as they saw the dog but Ruby thrashed in Harry’s arms, demanding he put her down so she can “play with the puppy.”

And the one time you were at Anne’s, Ruby had curiously poked Dusty’s stomach, which the cat didn’t like to defend itself, it scratched 2-year-old Ruby’s hand.

Everyone stared in shock, waiting for Ruby to break down and cry but were surprised when she stared at her hand with a frown before looking at Dusty who walked off,

“Sorry!” She had only shouted at the cat before standing and grabbing a grape to eat.

With the pandemic outbreak, your family of 5 was quarantined in your London home. Refusing to leave the house unless it was absolutely necessary, you had guided your daughters to understanding how important it was to wear a face mask while outside because it was their duty towards all people, you and Harry included.

But with the pandemic, you and Harry were busy at creating ways that would keep the kids busy as well. From movie nights to activities, you both had tried to keep the kids entertained as well as aware of what was going on as best as you could.

It was one day when everything was just slow-paced, quiet, and chill. Harry had shaved his beard and left a mustache, one that your daughters were very amused by and had been all week.

You sat with your laptop on your lap, earphones connected as you watched The Good Place, but keeping the sound low enough for you to hear what your kids were conversing about.

Harry sat beside you, reading a book he had picked up a couple of days ago, his hand behind your back, fingers gently and mindlessly caressing your back, stroking it up and down in a comforting and soothing manner.

Perla and Ruby were sat together, coloring the most recent sketched you had printed them, while Emerald was sat on the floor against your legs, trying to make you and Harry a beaded bracelet from the toy set Harry had gotten her earlier.

“Mummy, does this look nice?” She asked, turning to look at you as she raised a pink-beaded thread string.

You lowered your laptop screen, looking at her. “It looks very nice, baby. Do you want me to tie it?”

“Yes, please.” She stood, handing you the string and watching you in awe as you did as if you were doing pure magic. You tied it in the way you had learned years ago, when friendship bracelets were a thing, making sure that it can get tighter or looser, however the wearer wanted.

“There you go.”

“Thank you, Mummy.” She grinned as she took it before moving to Harry, attempting to climb him which earned her a giggle from him as he helped her up, putting his book aside before mentally cursing himself because he didn’t know where he stopped.

“Look! I made you this!” Emerald grinned as she handed Harry the bracelet, watching excitedly and waiting for his reaction.

Harry gasped dramatically, “Woooow!” He looked at the bracelet lovingly, feeling like his heart was about to burst as he put it on, vowing to never take it off to himself. “I love it, Em. Thank you so much, baby.”

Emerald grinned bashfully, raising her shoulders closer to her cheeks as she did, Harry grabbing her to press a kiss against her hairline.

You watched with pure love, show long forgotten as you paused and gave your full attention to the scene.

Noticing what was going on, your oldest and youngest paused their coloring to approach you and look at their dad’s new jewelry.

“Good job, Em. Can you make me one?” Your oldest, Perla, asked excitedly as she eyed the bracelet before grinning at her shorter sister, who excitedly nodded at her.

“Me, too!” Ruby chimed, “But blue!”

“First, Mummy,” Emerald pointed at you, “Then Per,” she pointed at her older sister, “Then Rube.”

“Starting a business, aren’t you?” Harry joked, bringing her close to his chest as he playfully gnawed on her cheek, smiling as she squealed out in laughter.

As if the idea had been in her mind for a while, Perla suddenly blurted out a question:

“Daddy, can I put makeup on you?”

You grinned, looking at Harry and waiting for his reply.

He looked at you quickly before moving back to Perla, “I don’t see why not. Go on, get the stuff you need.”

“Ruby, you think we can paint daddy’s nails?” You asked your youngest with an excited grin, hearing your husband laugh.

Ruby nodded with a squeal, holding your hand as you stood up before Perla ran in front of you, you and Ruby following her as you ran towards yours and Harry’s room to get the stuff needed.

“Blue!” Ruby pointed at the blue nail polish bottle while Perla stood with your makeup bag, “And pink.”

“Yellow, too,” Perla added.

“How about we take the whole thing.” You chuckled as you gathered the box in your hands, walking behind your squealing, excited daughters.

At the sight of you, Emerald lit up, “I’ll do daddy’s hair!”

“You girls are giving Daddy a whole makeover, huh?” Harry laughed lovingly, welcoming all the attention.

You sat on Harry’s right, Ruby on his left with the blue nail polish bottle in her hand as she sat on her stomach with Harry’s hand waiting for her. Perla sat on Harry’s lap while Emerald climbed and seated herself on Harry’s shoulders, scrunchie around her wrist as she played with Harry’s hair.

Harry would have been lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how everything was right there and then. His wife was painting his nails in pink, pastel yellow, and baby blue while his 3-year-old was having her go with his other hand, getting polish on his cuticles but trying nonetheless. His oldest daughter brushing his cheeks with her mom’s blush brush, while his 5-year-old was gently pulling on his hair.

“Okay, done,” Perla closed the blush before moving to choose a lipstick, ending up with your red Mac one and opening it, “Daddy, do like that.” She instructed, puckering her lips. So Harry did, looking up as he did and trying to stifle his giggles as she put on lipstick on his puckered lips, “Okay, no more.” So he set his lips back, Perla continuing on applying the vibrant red color.

You hunched a little forward, a smile making its way to your lips, “Looking beautiful, baby.”

He hummed, his chest shaking with laughter as he felt the lipstick above his upper lip before Perla pulled back and looked back in the bag to apply anything more. He looked at you as you painted the last nail in pink, keeping only his middle finger’s nail in pastel yellow while his thumb and index were in baby blue, his ring and pinky’s being in pink. “Feeling so, too.” He said as he closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, letting out a sigh of contentment for emphasis, overly dramatic, making you laugh.

It was 20 minutes later when his girls were done with their work and pushed him towards him and his wife’s bedroom, where they had a full-body length mirror.

He looked absolutely chaotic, and he loved everything about it. While his hair stuck in all directions, some lockets were collected by Emerald’s peach-colored scrunchie, one hand was nicely painted – which was painted by his wife – while the other was an absolute mess of blue but you can spot the attempt and it was nothing a nail polish remover couldn’t fix, his eyelids having some glitter on them, red lipstick nicely put except for a smudge right above his upper lip, cheeks too pink.

“What do you think?” Perla asked excitedly.

“Wow!” Harry breathed out, moving closer to the mirror, “I look glamorous!” He put his hands up in a peace sign, puckering his lips and popping up a leg as he posed, making his family laugh.

“Wait, let’s take a picture.” You grinned, raising your phone up as everyone got into a spot; Emerald had her arm thrown on Ruby’s shoulders as she smiled, Ruby sticking her tongue out, Perla choosing to sit down in front of her sisters, crossing her legs as she grinned with her eyes closed. You stood behind the hugging sisters, against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped one arm around your shoulders from the back, the other around your waist as he smiled into the mirror, his head leaning down to press his cheek against yours. You held your phone with one hand, the other reaching up to hold on to Harry’s arm around you as you grinned before taking the picture.

“Let’s frame that.” Harry whispered to you in bliss, looking at the photo from behind you before moving to wrap both arms around your waist, “Thank you, love. For making me the happiest man alive.”

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↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother. He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin. angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are. i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia so i blame her. as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes. fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao 🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy! feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you!

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word. Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no. He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon. Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second. Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since. Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line. Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin. He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter. Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension. All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever. Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime. You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most. You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch. Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows. It takes a moment to gather your surroundings. You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there. As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time. 5:34 pm. Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix. How had you fallen asleep for five hours? How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it. You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles. Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung. Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each. Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.” He pushes past you and into the living room.

Your mouth gapes open. Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this. Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure. “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff. “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam? What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado. “Obviously not anymore. We broke up, she kept the apartment. Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps? You clear your throat. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen. “No, you’re not.”

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother. He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat. The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn. Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone. You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon. It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever. What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping. God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on. I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone. “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night. It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple. Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom. The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room. You’re not getting out of this. I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon. Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed. “I agree to your terms. Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time. 6:40. God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready. There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already? We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table. He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement. “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower. That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds. We’ll be waiting awhile.”

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants. You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage. Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.” Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face. “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening. You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth. Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone. And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin. You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas. He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.” Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory. Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other. Feels like old times. Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room. The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life. Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv. Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.

Why did he do it? You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning. Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off. He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing. Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now. Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again. While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow. You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep. If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved. But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems. You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught. You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable. You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day. Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol. Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. A nightcap. Of course. You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house. You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate. It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge. You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house. You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile. Liquid sleep. And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder. Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired. “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls. The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.

“Fucking help me! You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything. You did that on your own.” Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent. He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?” You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him. It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you. “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there. You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush. He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks. “We talked about that. Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own. He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.” His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle. “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan. “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth. He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more. His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs. You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused. His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure. He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath. “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free. Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.” He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts. You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime. You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.” Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut. Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.” His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat. You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his. Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life. You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet. My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you. Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!” You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you. He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix. This is surely what heaven feels like. It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity. He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung! You! Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks. He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises. “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”

“Yeah baby, cum for me. Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down. Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words. You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please. Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.” You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash. He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY! Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

#bangtanarmynet #maknaesmutsociety #btswritersnet #btswriterscollective #kwritersworldnet #bts taehyung #bts kim taehyung #bts v #bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #v

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lavendersblue32 · 4 years ago

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that’s my family

ok so little preface. I love love love the idea of coops with a daughter and her growing up with the biggest, sweetest family ever, so I made Thea. I’ve never posted on tumblr, let alone released my own writing so bear with me, but I had to put the idea down, so here it is. all characters are the incredible creation of @lumosinlove, but thea is mine :) <3

“Mr. and Mr. Lupin, welcome! I believe we've met before, on back to school night?”

Remus reached out to shake the teacher’s hand. Sirius gazed around the 3rd grade classroom. Art projects and geography posters plastered the walls. The teacher’s name, Ms. Bernard, was printed in copper letters on the front of her desk, to match the students name tags on the front of their desks. Sirius found Thea’s desk, smack in the middle of the front row. He smiled at the thought of Thea’s hand shooting up ambitiously at any question she knew, thrilled to share her knowledge.

“Yes, I believe that’s when we last met.” Sirius said, sharing a nod with Remus.

“Well, please come have a seat.”

Sirius pulled out one of the 3rd grade sized chairs sitting around a table at the front of the room.

“Oop, not quite hockey player sized.” Remus laughed, as he sat in the tiny chair, his knees barley fitting under the table. Ms. Bernard grabbed a folder off her desk, and joined them at the table. Sirius couldn’t help but feel anxious about the reason they were there. The teacher had only sent a brief email, asking him and Remus to come in for a meeting regarding Thea. He didn’t think Thea was in trouble. She couldn’t be. Or had he made a mistake as a parent?

Sirius felt Remus’ hand brush his own, linking them together under the table. Remus could tell Sirius was anxious.

“By the way, and I should’ve told you in the email, but Thea is absolutely not in any trouble.” Remus let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Thank goodness, we can call the boogey man and cancel his visit.” He smiled, as Sirius laughed heartily, his anxieties eased.

“In fact,” Ms. Bernard continued, “It's quite the opposite of trouble.” She pulled a typed paper out of the folder. “This past week, I gave the students an assignment to write all about their families. I’ve made it a point as a teacher to teach students about the importance of understanding and respecting our differences, and wanted to begin with the different types of families there are. It’s also a way for me to get to know the students since we’re only a few weeks into school.” She slid the paper across the table towards Sirius and Remus.

“Everyone did great with the assignment, but Thea...Thea’s family essay blew me away.” Sirius picked up the essay, scooting his chair closer to Remus so they could both read it. Thea was a smart kid, but what could be so phenomenal about a 3rd grade essay that the teacher had called the parents in? Remus began to read out loud.

“My Family

By Theadora Celeste Lupin

My name is Theadora but everyone calls me Thea, just because. Family is very important to me, because it’s always around me. My parents are Remus and Sirius Lupin. They are both my dad’s and I love them to the moon and back. They play hockey for the Gryffindor Lions. They drive me places, help me get better at hockey, and help me grow. Most kids don’t have two dads, or think it’s weird, but I don’t. They love me more than anything else, and that’s all that matters. My Papa’s mom and dad are Celeste and Pascal Dumais, and they are my grandma and grandpa. Meme Celeste teaches me to cook, and bon papa Dumo coaches my hockey team. My dad’s parents are Hope and Lyall Lupin. I call them hopey and lemon. We make the best pies together.

My papa’s brother, my uncle Regulus, is super smart, and he always helps me with my homework. He always watches movies with me too. My dad’s brother, my uncle Julian, always takes me to the park and lets me have ice cream before dinner sometimes. My uncle Leo calls me darlin’, and has a funny southern accent. We talk in french sometimes to confuse uncle Finn. Uncle Logan always braids my hair for me, and lets me wear his hats. Uncle Finn always has dance parties with me, and we build pillow forts when he babysits me.

My aunt Lily takes me shopping for clothes, and takes me out for girls days. She knows the girly things that Papa and Dad don’t know. Uncle James taught me Mario Kart, and always lets me win. Harry is James and Lily’s son, and he’s like my big brother. He always looks out for me, and lets me skate with him and his friends. My aunt Natalie and Uncle Kasey and Uncle Alex are so much fun. Aunt Natalie is a really pretty singer, and Uncle Alex can play the guitar. Uncle Kasey has long hair like me, so he lets me put it in crazy hairstyles.

There are a lot of people in my family, but everyone means a lot to me, and everyone means something different to me. I love my whole family to the end of infinity. My family may be different than yours, but it's still a family. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

A tear rolled down Remus’ cheek, and dotted the paper he and Sirius were still holding.

“Wow.” Sirius let out, desperately holding back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to spill.

“It’s really think it’s special how much love she holds for so many people.” Ms. Bernard smiled at them softly. “I thought it would be best if I shared it with you two before she reads it to the class. I think Thea has a wonderful perception of others emotions and a great capacity for empathy, she’s an incredible kid.”

Sirius’ heart felt like it would burst with pride. In this moment, the doubts he had about himself as a father, becoming like his own father, disappeared.

“I’ll send you home with this copy, so you can share it with your family, it needs to be shared.” She put the paper back in the folder and handed it to Remus.

“Thank you for having us in, it’s comforting to know how well Thea is doing, she’s in the hands of a great educator.” Sirius shook Ms. Bernard's hand, and waved as he and Remus left the classroom.

“I’m going to give ma fifille the biggest hug I’ve ever given her when we get home.” Sirius wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

“You think you’re a mess? Just wait until we let James read this.” Remus linked arms with his husband, who let out a knowing laugh.

“We have the best kid.” Remus mused, and leaned over to kiss Sirius’ cheek.

“We sure do.”

#coops #o'knutzy #oc #cute #family #o'darwin #sweaterweather

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luckyblackcloverrr · 4 years ago

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The Black Bulls and their bullshit in the modern time: jobs I guess – Part. 3

Finally the last part is done! Thanks for following the short series of my cursed imagination until now. Here's more headcanons that weren't supposed to be headcanons :D. I made them a little longer than the previous parts, and I hope you all enjoy the mess that is Charmy's restaurant!

Magna Swing

works at the counter in Charmy’s restaurant

nobody knows how he got that job when he shows up to work looking like a teen delinquent going through puberty

keeps his sunglasses on even in indoors

had to learn how to use the cashier machine for the first time

accidentally repeated the order with the machine too many times and the total came out to a four-digit number

the customer got a discount in the end

there was one time when the machine malfunctioned and they thought they had to buy a new one

Magna came in and gave the thing a big smack, and it miraculously started to work again

Noelle gave him the title 'God of Fixing Things Through Abuse', shortened to 'FTTA God'

and now everybody at work refers to him with that title

he doesn’t like it because he’d rather be referred to as something cooler, but he lets them call him that anyway

has very short temper, will not hesitate to call out rude customers

someone once made an offhanded comment about Secré who was too busy to care and he went OFF

both Noelle and Secré had to work together to calm him down when he threatened to fight them outside of the restaurant

wanted to help out in the kitchen because he thinks he has a “thing” with fire, and Charmy let him try when working hours were over

proceeded to set the whole kitchen on fire and from then on Charmy forbade him from going into the kitchen ever again

convinced Charmy to buy a TV and put it in the restaurant so that he can watch baseball games when working

but he once switched the channel to a cartoon show and lost the remote

now he’s forever stuck on watching Miraculous Ladybug

Luck Voltia

King of Working Part Time Jobs™

works at every single shop known to date and jumps between each shop from time to time

sometimes he’ll be in the boutique:

running around the whole store to help customers look for their needed items because he didn’t memorise where each section was

and proceeds to mess up the folded clothes and now Henry has to fold them again

sometimes he’ll be in the restaurant:

ordering and serving the customers their food, even though he doesn’t remember which order belongs to which table

and also cleaning the tables when the customers finish eating

but it’s the best thing he can do there because absolutely no one trusts him in working in the kitchen

and sometimes he’ll be in the café:

bringing out coffee and dessert orders during rush hour because the others are too busy taking orders and making them

and when the shop clears up after a while he spends time watching Finral and Grey brew the drinks

the other bulls wonder how he hasn’t been fired from any of his jobs yet

but that’s because he surprisingly does well for the roles he was assigned to (and extremely fast too)

the only time he has messed up was when he ran too fast when serving food and he tripped and it spilled all over the place

and he went “oops! hahaha ;P”

Magna watching from the counter: i’m gonna kill him

stole the TV remote from Magna when he wasn’t looking and brought it to the boutique so he couldn’t switch channels

always competes with Magna on who can earn the most money

and it somehow always ends in a draw because Secré earns the most out of all of them

Secré Swallowtail

waitress at Charmy’s restaurant pt. 1

was dragged into working there, doesn’t even know why she’s doing it in the first place

but she works well, and store would have fallen apart if she wasn’t there

unanimously voted Employee of the Month every month

takes part in everything; including cleaning, serving, making drinks, settling payments, calming down crying children, calming down a hyper Luck

you name it, and she probably does it or has done it before for the sake of the restaurant

unlike Noelle and Magna, she's extremely unbothered

doesn’t matter if there’s someone being rude or causing a ruckus, she shrugs it off like it’s nothing and just moves on

she’s focused on doing her job and her job only

will only take action if she is touched physically or if other customers are visibly bothered

was the person who consoled Magna when he found out the TV remote went missing

but didn’t tell him that he could actually switch the channels without using the remote

death stares everyone to work when they are slacking off

the person who forced everyone into practicing fire drills in case of emergencies

hums the opening of Miraculous Ladybug because she has heard it playing too much from the speakers

and also because Magna screams the words of the song every time the show airs

is secretly thankful for Luck whenever he visits for his part-time shift

because he picked up the mechanisms of the restaurant SUPER FAST, and things run surprisingly much smoother with him around

lets Noelle style her hair whenever they have free time

ends up looking like a chicken because Noelle has no prior experience in hairstyling despite showing interest in it

and also because she used too much hair spray

Noella Silva

waitress at Charmy’s restaurant pt. 2

claims that she is too high class for this job

but next thing you know she’s putting on her customer service voice when ordering and serving food

took awhile to learn how to work in a restaurant

she couldn't hold the food tray and walk at the same time

and she kept serving the dishes to the wrong table

blamed it on the customers for confusing her, and Secré showed up afterwards to apologise for her behaviour

definitely had 'How to become a Waitress 101' lessons with Secré

takes absolutely no shit from anyone

doesn’t matter how much authority they have around the area, she will not hesitate to kick them out if they don’t treat others properly

would probably spill water on a customer and blame it on the customer for being in the way

becomes more diligent whenever Asta brings the children he's babysitting to the restaurant

also keeps tabs on his table just in case anyone starts to hit on him

rich, but doesn't take it for granted

because she doesn't understand the importance of money and how much she actually has

treats everyone to ice cream, especially on hot days

sometimes pays for the restaurant's bills because she insists

Magna always complains about her flexing her wealth

he shuts up when he gets the ice cream though

claims that she has absolutely no interest in cartoons and thinks they are childish

but is the person who sits at an empty table complaining about how dense the characters in Miraculous Ladybug are when it isn't rush hour

accidentally set off the fire alarm once

because she got scared when lighting a match and threw the lit match at Magna

payed for his motorcycle repair as an apology

Charmy Pappitson

owner of the most popular restaurant downtown

customers ask for her autograph and a photo with her sometimes

a very talented chef that everybody appreciates and respects

a cute, smiley person when greeting new customers and always keeps up with regulars

offers the most amazing dishes for a very reasonable price

whenever she has the time, she steps out of the kitchen to chat with the customers about food and check up on the other bulls (just in case)

but when it comes to the kitchen OHOHO

she gets VERY serious about cooking

in dire situations, she’ll stay cooped up in the kitchen and won’t come out until she has made the perfect dish

has several other chefs cooking in there with her, but no one has ever met them before

though the food comes out good so nobody questions it

does not trust any of the black bulls to cook food after Magna set the kitchen on fire

there is a framed photo of her hung up in the restaurant where everyone can see it

whenever she’s serving food, she has to hold back from eating it all

Secre and Noelle are her impulse controllers, if not the food will never make it to the customers’ table

makes desserts as a hobby and gives them to the customers for free sometimes as service

also donates some food to the local church every month, and offers more if she sees Marie

once dropped a freshly baked cupcake and cried about it for 2 hours

forgets to pay the workers sometimes

weekly gatherings with all the Black Bulls happen at Charmy’s restaurant

that time is usually when she tries new recipes and ask for everyone’s opinions

literally a whole party goes down every week at her place

there are noise complaints every time, but she ignores them because Finral is probably already apologizing for them

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#black clover #black clover headcanons #magna swing #luck voltia #secre swallowtail #noelle silva #charmy pappitson #i finally finished this omg #not magna getting bullied smh #living for luck being a mess everywhere he goes tho #its 3am rn and i have school tmr im gonna regret this #in the middle of editing all the points shuffled and i had to put them all back in place it was HELL #save finral from the black bulls he's suffered too much

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