#Wild Obsession Marks Flare

[kana-bathe]

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You Said You Have All Day?

michael gavey x ta!fem!reader 

Summary: You’re a TA in Michaels class and he can’t get you out of his mind. You always give him a perfect score until recently and you’re more than happy to explain why. 

Warnings: 18+ both parties are a lil obsessed w each other, swearing, nipple play, handjob, oral(f+m), p in v, unprotected, implied loss of virginity(not specified) 

Authors Note: uh the conditioning might’ve been really wild of me to use but 🤷🏼‍♀️ no bc watching this movie when it came out for ewan and then finishing it traumatized was such a treat 😌 this was a semi request from an anon that i wrote instantly bc i have zero chill! 

Word Count: 3.3k 

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When Michael found out this class met three times a week he was annoyed to say the least but when you took your seat next to the professor behind the desk and announced yourself as the TA he wished he picked a seat closer to the front. You were the best beginning and end of his week and getting to see you on Wednesdays just made him feel gluttonous. On the days he wasn’t guaranteed to see you he would walk by the classroom and watch you grade papers and every night you would appear in his dreams and he would wake up glad he had a single dorm. 

You’ve been constantly on his mind and watching you dutifully grade others' work turned him on to no end. Knowing you actually had a brain made his slight obsession worsen. You never left any marks on his paper besides 100/100. No dots or checks. No trace of you besides 6 numbers and a dash. Today when he sat down after collecting his paper his heart stopped at the 95/100 on the top of the paper. 

Impossible. He checked his work over twice. He scans the paper and stops as he sees your marking. His nostrils flare and clenches his fists on his desk. He had missed one number in the thousandths place. An absolutely fucking useless place. The hundredths place is just fine. More commonly used. He wouldn’t accept this. Everything else was perfect and five fucking points for one number. 

The rest of the class he stared holes into his paper at the marking you left behind. The one single red number that clashed with his black one. He looks up and sees the rest of the class packing up to leave. He grabs his bag and makes his way to the desk. He stares down at you as you continue to scribble on some idiot's paper by the looks of it. He hears the paper crunch in his hand and he starts to smooth it out and you look up to him with a jump. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” you look up at him like you’ve been caught. “What can I do for you, Michael?” you tilt your head. His name on your tongue causes him to pause. You know his name? 

“Five points for one single digit? In the thousandths place.” the word like a curse on his tongue. He watches your face slightly crumble before you steel yourself.

“Yes. The answer is wrong.” you blink up to him and his eyes widen. 

“It is not. It was just one mistake. One digit.” he presses his paper on top of the paper you were currently grading. 

“The answer needed to be in the thousandths place. Therefore your answer is wrong.” you push his paper toward him and continue to grade the paper you started on. 

“It was not wrong.” his voice starts to raise and you set your pen down and look up at him. 

“What is it that you want me to do? It’s still an A. You’re still the smartest in the class if not the entire year.” you watch his face flush. 

He snatches the paper off your desk and storms out of the room. He throws the paper away in the nearest trash can and makes a line for his dorm. He throws his backpack on the floor and slams his door shut. He wanted to yell at you so badly and then you complimented him. Then he remembers how you said his name when you looked up at him for the first time. Fuck his mind was racing with the whole interaction and how that was the first time he spoke to you. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and starts the entire conversation over in his head from the beginning. The way you looked up at him with your doe eyes that he imagines looks at him the same when you’re on your knees. You calling him by his name had been a shock and he wants to hear it in many different ways that have his cock straining against his pants. The way you argued with him over one number and then called him the smartest in the class. 

He was infuriated with you and with himself. He knows he should’ve read the problem more carefully but five points is ridiculous. He also knows it’s not your fault and he shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. He groans, rubbing his face and falling back onto his bed. On Wednesday he plans to apologize to you hoping that you won’t hate him. 

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Micheal’s palms are sweating as he walks to his morning class. He’s been jittery since he woke up and even got to the room early in hopes to catch you before the rest of his classmates show up but you weren’t there. The room starts to fill and once the professor starts to talk he can’t help but wonder where you are. As if on cue you slip through the door and his eyes bulge. 

You are wearing the lowest cut velvet track pants he’s seen and a matching skin tight zip up that rests above your navel. Your hair is thrown up haphazardly and you walk over to the professor quickly who exchanges hushed words with you before you take your seat. Michael can’t take his eyes off you and when you get up to grab the papers from the other side of the desk and he sees the word ‘juicy’ spread across your ass his mouth dries. 

For the rest of the class he imagines what kind of shirt you’re wearing underneath the zip up. His mind likes to think that you’re wearing nothing under there and that if he had the chance to tug on the zipper he would be greeted by your tits. How you would make such sweet sounds if he licked and teased your nipples. Not that these things would ever happen but he loved to imagine them. He just wished he waited to start this line of thinking until he got back to his dorm. He silently readjusts in his seat and goes over his apology in his head. 

He starts to lose his nerve the longer class goes on and the more curled over the desk you become as you grade. His eyes keep catching on your cleavage and the pen that you rest between your lips from time to time. Once class is dismissed he waits and walks down to the desk. He tries to calm his nerves but ends up just standing over you and staring down at you. 

“Yes, Michael?” you hum not even looking up. 

“I wanted to, um,” he clears his throat and you look up at him tilting your head. “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’m sorry.” he scrunches his brows. 

“It’s okay. I figured you would say something.” you set your pen down. 

“I didn’t even think you knew who I was.” he mumbles. 

“You’re the only person I give A’s too. I like to think of you as my best student.” his eyes snap to yours. 

“You don’t teach me anything.” his eyes darken. 

“Don’t I?” you tilt your head. “Have you heard of Pavlov?” he doesn’t understand why you’re talking about some old dead psychologist. “Every time you get your paper back from me it’s always a 100/100. Even if you miss the thousandths place from time to time.” you smirk and his breath catches. “So I knew when I marked you for it the first time you would come up to me.” fuck you don’t know if you should’ve said that. It was an insane thought when you had the idea for your paper but you figured if anyone would’ve appreciated the thought behind it it would be him. 

“You used classical fucking conditioning on me?” he looks at you baffled and amused. 

“Does it make it better if I say I’m using this for a paper?” you definitely shouldn’t have said anything. “But I won’t use your name or anything. It’ll be totally anonymous. I didn’t mean anything by it. I wanted the excuse to talk to you.” he listens to you ramble and decides you’re fucking crazy. But you did all of this to talk to him? He wishes he would’ve come up with something as clever and thoughtful. Did he really just think you conditioning him was thoughtful? “Michael?” your soft voice snaps him back to you. 

“Why do you want to talk to me?” he looks you over. 

“Because you’re smart and I have a thing for cute nerds.” you bite your lip and his eyes catch the motion. 

“Is this a joke? Another thing for your paper?” he studies you skeptically. 

“Choosing you was self indulgent.” you shake your head. “And whatever you want as compensation stays out of the paper.” you feel your cheeks flush at your boldness. 

“My compensation?” his mouth dries out thinking of all of the possibilities. 

“Technically it’s the reward in the scenario.” his head spins as you continue with this ridiculous psychology analogy. “It used to be the constant 100/100 even with miniscule mistakes. Now it can be,” you fingers grab your sweater zipper and he swears his heart stops. “What would you like your reward to be? Hm?” you lower it and he watches as he’s only greeted by more skin. The door starts to open and you zip your sweater back up. 

“Come back to my dorm.” his voice a plea. You’re pushing your chair back in an instant. “Really?” he watches you pack your bag. 

“Really.” you nod your head. You grab his hand and look up to him expectantly. “Lead the way.” he all but drags you down the halls. You chuckle, matching his quick pace, the anticipation settling as a warmth in between your thighs. You come to a stop in front of a door and he looks down at you, chewing his lip. 

“You’re serious?” he searches your eyes. 

“Very.” you lick your lower lip and he opens the door. You figured his dorm would be more neat but all of the papers and books spread around also add up. “Do you have a roommate?” you watch him lock the door and walk over to you. 

“No.” he shakes his head as he stops directly in front of you. He grabs your bag and sets it on the chair next to his. “Can I touch you?” you smile at his red cheeks. 

“I would like that.” his fingers are tugging your zipper down and his mouth waters as your tits spill out. 

He stares at your hardening nipples before bringing his hands up to engulf your chest. He takes your hard buds between his thumb and pointer fingers and rolls them, relishing in the soft whimpers that fall from your lips. He dips down and flicks his tongue against one of your nipples causing you to press closer to his mouth. He sucks the peak into his mouth and begins to lash his tongue against it. He kisses across your chest to your other nipple and you whine when his hot mouth encases it offering it the same attention. 

“These are more perfect than I imagined.” he murmurs against your chest. Your fingers brush through his hair as he sucks at you and he looks up to you taking in your blown pupils. He tugs the sweater the rest of the way off and stands up looking down at you. “Can I keep going?” you nod your head quickly. 

“Please,” you step closer to him and he walks you over to his bed. “I’m here for you Michael. Do whatever you want to me. I want you.” his knees threaten to give out. There are things he’s only dreamed about doing to an actual girl and now you’re here just for him. He lays you back on his bed, eyes watching your exposed tits the whole time. 

“You’re sure?” he watches you nod your head quickly. He slowly pulls the tie on your pants and you lift your hips for him to pull them off. He groans when he’s greeted by your glistening cunt. “Are you always bare like this?” he looks up, enjoying your blush. 

“No.” you shake your head as his fingers run up your thighs spreading them. “I was running late.” your breath catches as he runs his thumbs up the sides of your slit. “Mikey.” you whine and he repeats the action watching your face spread with pleasure. 

He’s never done this before and he refuses to admit that. Sure he’s indulged in adult films and magazines but nothing could have prepared him for you spread out and trembling on his bed for him. You dig into the sheets as he spreads you more before dipping down. There’s no fucking way this nerd is about to eat you out right? Michael looks you over, quickly deciding the small bud at the apex is your clit and flicks his tongue against it and the sounds that leave your mouth tell him he was right.

“Yes, fuck Mikey, yes.” his tongue flicks faster and he looks up watching you arch off the bed. Your fingers bury in his hair holding him against you and you let out a soft squeak as his metal frames press against your skin. He’s licking at you so feverishly your hips start to roll against his face. “Mm, please,” you gasp as your stomach tightens. Your legs squeeze around his head as you arch off the bed holding onto him as you come undone. It tears through you so unexpectedly that you’re left gasping. You never would’ve thought he could do that. 

“How are you feeling?” he looks up at your still shaking body. He hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate for your approval but he needs to know if he did that right and if you liked it. He watches you gather your thoughts and starts to press his lips against your body as he scoots up. His wraps his lips around your nipple and you whine holding him closer.

“You’re making me feel so good.” he smiles at your breathy words as he teases your peak with his teeth. “Will you fuck me? Please Mikey.” you push your chest up into him and he kisses over to your other nipple. He wants to fuck you so badly but he needs to spend some time with your tits. He’s so hard that he knows the second his cock touches your juices he’ll burst. 

“In a minute. Have some patience.” he clicks his tongue before pulling your nipple between his teeth. The soft sounds coming out of your mouth are not helping him calm down but he can’t get enough of them. You start to claw his sweater off and he lifts off to pull it the rest of the way off. Your fingers are quickly at his button and when you shove your hand down his pants he freezes. You smile as you wrap your fingers around his length and watch his cheeks flush. 

“Let me make you feel good too.” when your thumb swipes against his leaking tip he clenches his jaw using all of his restraint not to come all over your hand. He wants to say something but he doesn’t want you to think he’s too inexperienced. “You can come Mikey. I’ll wait until you get hard again. I have all day.” you lean up and press your lips to his neck as you slowly stroke him. 

“I’m not gonna last.” he says through his teeth. You watch his stomach flex as you tighten your grip and you suck harshly on his shoulder. “Fuck.” he twitches in your hand and his come starts to coat your fingers. He watches you pull your hand out with low lids and bring your fingers to your mouth. He feels himself start to harden already as you slowly lick at your fingers. 

“Finish taking off your pants.” you whine tugging at the material. He stands up and gets nervous suddenly and scrunches his brows. “Do you need me to help you?” you get off the bed and get to your knees in front of him. 

You start to tug them down and he chews his lip staring down at you as he kicks them the rest of the way off. Your hands reach for his hardening cock and he groans as your fingers wrap around him and you place soft kisses on the underside. He watches you with a heaving chest as you suck him into your mouth. If you keep this up he won’t be able to last long. You look up at him and he pulls you off. 

“I need to fuck you.” he pulls you up and gets you back onto the bed. He settles between your thighs and you pull him down to your lips. He’s surprised you’d want to kiss him too, any of this. When you move your hips his tip slides up your slit and you whimper. 

“Please,” you writhe beneath him. He lines himself up at your entrance and starts to push into you. He stills when he’s fully settled inside of you. The warmth and tightness of you is the most exquisite thing he’s ever felt. “More.” your soft plea has him beginning to rock his hips. 

He watches your tits bounce with every thrust and he leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Your legs wrap around his hips as he rocks into you and he’s focusing on you to prolong his own pleasure or this would’ve been done within seconds. Your soft gasps mixed with his name have his hips moving quicker. 

“Yes, Mikey,” you whine, feeling your pleasure start to coil. You know he might blush over it but you want to come around him and you need him to do one more thing. You grab his hand and bring it down between your thighs. “Please,” a soft word and he understands immediately. 

“I’m sorry,” his hips falter along with his demeanor. 

“No, you feel so fucking good I just want more. More please.” he pushes into you with new vigor as he starts to circle his thumb on your bud. “Mikey,” you cry out and he watches your face scrunch in pleasure. The second he feels you start to pulse around him he’s spilling inside of you. His hips softly grind into you as he fills you with his pleasure and the whimpers spilling from your mouth are making his high last forever. 

“You said you have all day?” he looks down at you panting. 

“I do.” you bite your lip as you feel him start to pull out. 

“Can I fuck you again?” he searches your eyes. “If you liked it of course. I should’ve- 

“You can fuck me for as long as you can stay hard.” you smile as he presses his lips to yours. 

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[muiitoloko]

Opinion on Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics? Could see either Turpin or Nottingham finding out the read is an omega and doing everything in their power to make her his so he can take her in a heat and claim her as his. For Turpin just cause, for Nottingham because either she’s actually a magic user or related to the king (I dgaf about historical accuracy, if they can make king Richard lionheart care about England (which he didn’t the man HATED the country he ruled over), then I can say he has a relative who’d do Nottingham lmao)

Title: Bound to the Alpha

Summary: In a world of betas and omegas, a young woman’s coming-of-age celebration sparks the possessive instincts of a powerful alpha, leading to a dangerous game of desire and dominance.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Obsession

Author's Notes: Honestly, there aren't many fanfics like this in Brazil, so I know very little about these dynamics, but I gave it a shot and wrote a little imagine for Turpin. I even tried to do the same for the sheriff, but, well, laziness got the better of me 😅.

Also read on Ao3

Turpin stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, watching the festivities unfold around him. The celebration was in full swing, the room filled with laughter, music, and the mingling scents of various omegas and betas. But among the crowd, one scent stood out, a tantalizing aroma that beckoned him, stirring the alpha within. His hazel eyes darkened with desire as they locked onto you, the source of that irresistible fragrance.

You were surrounded by other omegas, laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the way your presence was affecting him. Turpin had known your family for years, and while he had seen you in passing, he had never paid much attention to you. After all, your parents were notoriously protective, hardly ever allowing you to venture out into society. You were their cherished cub, hidden away from the world.

But tonight was different. Tonight, your parents had thrown a grand party in your honor—a coming-of-age celebration for their beautiful daughter, now a young omega in full bloom. And as you stood there in the soft candlelight, your scent filling the room, Turpin finally understood why they had kept you so sheltered. You were exquisite, a vision of youth and beauty, your omega scent weaving through the air like the most intoxicating perfume, calling to the primal alpha instincts deep within him.

He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as his gaze roamed over your form. Your dress, modest by all accounts, did little to hide the soft curves of your body, the gentle swell of your breasts, and the delicate lines of your waist. But it was your scent—rich, warm, and undeniably omega—that truly drove him wild. It seeped into his mind, clouding his thoughts, filling him with the overwhelming need to claim you, to mark you as his own.

Turpin's fingers tightened around the glass of wine in his hand as he imagined it—his body pressing you up against the cold, stone walls of his estate, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he marked you, leaving no doubt that you belonged to him. He could already hear the sweet sound of your whimpers, your voice breathless with need as you begged for him, your heat making you desperate for an alpha to take you, to fill you.

He could feel the tension building inside him, the pull of the alpha instincts becoming almost unbearable as he watched you from across the room. His hooked nose flared slightly as he took in another deep breath of your scent, his hazel eyes narrowing with barely contained hunger. How could he have been so blind before? How could he have overlooked the treasure that had been hidden away in plain sight?

A part of him wanted to march across the room, to take you right then and there, to claim what was his in front of everyone. But no. He would not rush this. You were the daughter of his friends, and this required patience, subtlety. He would have you—of that, he was certain—but it would be on his terms, in his time. And when the moment came, you would beg for it. You would beg for him.

He watched as one of the younger omegas brushed against you, making you laugh, your cheeks flushed with the innocence of youth. The sight of it sent a surge of possessiveness through him, a low growl rumbling in his chest. That omega had no right to be near you, no right to even breathe the same air as you. You were meant for a true alpha, one who could protect and provide for you, one who would give you the life you deserved.

One who would claim you completely.

Turpin’s mind wandered to the future, imagining you in the throes of your heat, writhing beneath him, your body slick and ready for him. He could already hear the way you would moan his name, your hands clawing at his back as he pushed into you, filling you over and over until you were marked, claimed, and utterly his. The thought made his blood boil with lust, the alpha inside him roaring to the surface, demanding to be let free.

But Turpin was a man of control, and tonight was not the night for rash decisions. No, tonight, he would observe, bide his time. He would allow you to enjoy your party, to bask in the attention of those around you. But soon—very soon—he would make his move. And when he did, you would know exactly what it meant to belong to an alpha like him.

Turpin’s predatory gaze remained fixed on you, savoring the way your every movement seemed to draw his attention more and more. He imagined you in his bed, your scent filling the air of his grand, stone-walled estate, already carrying his pups—belly round and full, just as nature intended. His lips curled slightly, his thoughts spiraling into darker fantasies. The vision of you begging for his knot—his knot, no other’s—flashed through his mind. You’d be so sweet, so utterly devoted to pleasing him, building a nest for his pups, for your alpha. He could almost hear the soft, submissive pleas leaving your lips.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden presence of Beadle Bamford at his side. The beta male’s tentative approach grated on Turpin’s nerves. Beadle hesitated, shifting uncomfortably before clearing his throat.

“My lord,” Beadle stammered, his voice betraying his unease. “I, uh, thought perhaps you might like to... inspect the preparations for—”

Turpin’s sharp hazel eyes flicked toward him, narrowing dangerously. His fingers tightened around the stem of his wine glass. He loathed interruptions, especially when his mind was filled with such delicious thoughts of you.

With a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, Turpin tilted his head slightly, just enough to pin Beadle with a glare. The beta male visibly cringed under the weight of his gaze, his body instinctively shrinking back, as if he could sense the alpha’s displeasure.

“What is it, Beadle?” Turpin’s voice was a low, dark baritone, thick with suppressed irritation.

Beadle gulped, his eyes darting to the floor as he shifted nervously from foot to foot. “I... I only wished to inform you that everything is in place for the—”

“Silence,” Turpin hissed, his voice sharp as a blade. He took a deliberate step forward, looming over the smaller beta. “Do not presume to interrupt me again. If I want something from you, I will tell you.”

The beta male’s shoulders hunched as he took an involuntary step back, his entire demeanor one of submission and fear. Turpin could smell it on him—the scent of a lesser male, a beta who knew his place, who knew that his only role was to serve his betters. The scent of Beadle’s fear made Turpin’s lip curl in contempt.

Satisfied that Beadle had gotten the message, Turpin turned his gaze back to you, once again allowing his mind to drift to darker, more carnal thoughts. You, the perfect omega, so untouched, so pure, would be his. You would carry his pups—plump and swollen with his seed, your body begging for his knot, desperate to be claimed. He could already imagine the way you would cry out for him, clawing at his shoulders as he filled you over and over, ensuring that you would never carry another alpha’s pups.

You would belong solely to him, and the rest of the world would know it.

He clenched his jaw as the image of you flashed through his mind: heavy with his pups, your hands protectively cradling your swollen belly, while you nested in the home he would build for you. You would fuss over every detail, making it perfect for the life growing inside of you—his pups. You would glow with the radiance of an omega fulfilling her purpose, nurturing and caring for the next generation of alphas he would sire.

The thought of you like that—your body ready, aching for him—made the primal alpha within him stir. You wouldn’t just beg for him during your heat; you would plead for his knot, cry out for it, knowing it was the only thing that could truly satisfy the burning need inside of you. You would be slick, needy, ready to take him in any way he desired, submitting completely to his dominance.

Turpin’s hand tightened around the stem of his wine glass again, his knuckles white. Soon, you would be his. And when the time came, you would know exactly what it meant to belong to an alpha like him—an alpha who would claim you, mark you, and make you beg for more.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

pheromones, m | myg | nyangnyang au

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Just a married couple fucking as they do, passionate and intense, and their cat that does what all cats do – judge. Nyan.

warnings: husband!Yoongi x wife!reader; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, ball torture, edging, face-fucking, multiple orgasms, fingering, light nipple play, marking, penetrative sex, hair kink? idk); domestic fluff and a judgy fluff that interrupts (nyangnyang!au but can be read alone) and clearly wiyllt is obsessed with long-haired, sweaty Yoongi, oop

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Hot.

Wet.

Tight.

And your husband’s palms pressed to the back of your head, his long fingers tangled in your hair, swearing roughly under his breath as you swallowed his hard cock, swiping your tongue along the underside as you ascended, pinching his balls between your knuckles and not letting him cum.

“Fuck…”

You curled your tongue around him and felt him twitch, shiver, growling deep in his chest. He didn’t need to shove himself into your throat. You were already doing that, deep and suffocating, a punishing rhythm that he didn’t want to interrupt, so instead those talented fingers gripped your hair and tried to hold on, biting back any pleas because they both wouldn’t get him anywhere and Min Yoongi was not a beggar.

Couldn’t stop you either though.

You got into, hm, moods and Yoongi would simply have to take it. He wouldn’t admit to it willingly, but there were many reasons why you were married and your moods was one of them.

“Fuck, why are you… so good at sucking dick… fuck…!”

You opened one eye to peek at his body lines. Flexed arms, tense chest, broad shoulders glistening with almost-there sweat. His head tilted back, jaw tight, wild tangles of black waves brushing his neck and shoulders. You liked his hair long so he kept it long. You also liked that he wore jewelry, so his chain necklace was still on, draped against striking collarbones below strained tendons. His earrings caught the light, two hoops on each ear, all of it gleaming silver and perfectly sexy.

You lessened the pressure on his balls and kept moving up and down, up and down, contained wet tightness and tongue all around the head, steady but precise pressure, rubbing your thumbs against his abused balls to massage them.

Yoongi’s chin snapped down, black hair flaring around piercing dark eyes, and he swore very loudly, glaring at you with feral high.

Well, actually it was a combination of your name and cursing, which was exactly the kind of reaction you wanted. His grips tightened but he did not press toward himself, mindful of his movement even as he orgasmed, gasping hotly above you. It was salty and immediate, flooding your mouth, and the taste of his release thickly coated your throat, more than usual because of the edging and the extended length of time that you had kept him in your pleasure cage. You had to tip your head back and swallow quickly, amused as you hard Yoongi’s low and coarse voice above you.

“You’re swearing a lot,” you commented, licking around his cock, tracing the contours, sucking off excess cum and your saliva.

“Fuck off,” was his curt response, pushing your hair away from your face and shuddering, combing his fingers through the crown of your head. Could have been mistaken as cold if you didn’t know him so well.

It was an endearing fuck off, really.

You started again. Slow but persistent. He hadn’t softened this entire time, constantly stimulated by your tongue and your nails raking over his balls. A soft shudder that you felt rather than heard. The pad of his thumb grazed over your temple, following his shudder, keeping your hair away from your face. Usually, you clipped your hair out of the way or tied it up but apparently tonight was one of those nights that Yoongi wanted to mess it up. Your husband had a kind of wordless attachment to it. He would reach over in bed and just run his fingers though the strands. You would be kissing and he would slide his hands into it and pull the silken strands over your vision, then gently brush the dark curtain aside, deep brown staring into your eyes, his lips soundlessly moving against yours.

I love you.

Yoongi looked down at you sucking his cock and you rubbed your tongue against the underside of the swollen head. Raised an eyebrow even, burying his twitching length deep in your throat. He smirked, open-mouthed and devious.

Then he started fucking your face.

Hey, you were married. Nobody said you two were romantic.

Immediately, you stopped your pace and gripped his hips, letting his deliberate and steady rhythm take over, focusing instead on the placement of your lips and tongue. The power was not in his hands but in his lower body, driving forward and back, letting you adjust your jaw and rub your soft lips against the throbbing head when he almost pulled out, twisting his fingers in your hair, pain and adrenaline meshing together, the sensations so saturated that time seemed to slow, potent lust building, your tongue following the veins along taut skin, watching Yoongi throw his head back and his hair flaring out like obsidian flames, groaning your name, throaty and vicious.

You saw the flinch of tension snapping ripple across his chest.

He hissed and jammed his cock straight into your throat, forcing you to still and constrict your neck muscles, clamping down around his jerking length. Thick cum spilling out in hot, tight bursts, seeping both up to the roof of your mouth and below to your tongue.

You collected his orgasm with one expansive lick and swallowed, hearing Yoongi hiss but not move his hands, pinning you to his softening length. Closed your eyes and calmly licked him all over, listening to the erratic heavy breathing above, pretending like you didn’t just edge your husband with ball torture and then make him cum twice back-to-back.

Yoongi didn’t say anything about it.

He did yank you up a bit roughly when you were satisfied with cleaning him up though.

You grinned at him and he kissed you to stop seeing such smugness.

Even under lowered lashes you could feel the sharpness in his stare midst kiss. There was fervor and fondness in those deep brown eyes. Loud desire in the silence broken only by shared breath. There was nothing like this. No one like Yoongi. You could feel it in every electric kiss, every second under his fingertips, every forever in his eyes locked with yours.

He gave everything to satisfy you.

Everything he had to match your energy and burn with you.

His lips against your neck, his chest against your back, his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath, wary, shivering as his lips grazed your shoulder, his other hand curving around you to cup your breast, rough fingertip pressed to your hard nipple, teasing lightly. You leaned back against him, not seeing the darkness of the bedroom, but instead slipping into the sensations, into the shiver that came from his fingers sliding against your wet slit, into his tongue against your neck, into the sparks dancing over your skin from the light pinch of your nipple, exhaling heavy and slow, murmuring his name.

“Yoongi…”

He didn’t say anything.

He just knew.

His lips curved into a smirk against your neck and he slid two fingers into you.

You half-expected him to use his mouth to stimulate your other nipple, but instead Yoongi stayed behind you, teasing your neck with his teeth, running his tongue over his marks and making your body tense, unsure how to react from the roughness of his thrusting fingers and the swift teasing of your nipples paired with his tongue and kisses, faster, deeper, on the edge as he sucked the skin just under your ear, moans slipping from your tightened jaw.

Your fingertips landed on his forearm.

Shuddering, angling your hips more towards his hand, spreading your legs even more.

His lips curving against your earlobe, serene whispering despite the blinding scorch of passion.

“Look at me.”

You turned your head as he shifted his body. Opened your eyes, vision hazy, but your husband clear, those dark eyes and flushed lips, black strands shadowing his cheeks, the scent of sweet sex drifting up, the sound of repeated, wet thrusts echoing under, your inner walls throbbing around his fingers, sucking him in, pulses of ecstasy drumming through your veins.

Your lips parted, no breath leaving.

Yoongi’s hand left your chest and he gripped the back of your head, dragging you into a kiss.

Fast and hard in the only way he could, inhale shallowing, trapped in lip-lock, closer, hips moving in his rhythm, closer, him taking your breath away, there, moaning, there, your eyes rolling back and kissing Yoongi fiercely, your own hand sliding into his hair and pressing him to you, breathing him in like oxygen, rocking your hips into his hand and riding the high, violent convulsions radiating through your blood.

Fuck, he was good.

Your palm rested against his jaw.

Heat exchanged in breath, touch, and tension.

People on the outside could pretend that they knew what this was, but no one knew the meaning of the look shared between you and Yoongi except those involved – the intensity of fire and flow of water becoming one, burning in churning emotions, tangled in limbs and shadows, a conversation in silence as fingertips danced across smooth skin, watching Yoongi’s eyes close because he couldn’t look at you any longer.

You half-smiled.

Pulled him to you, your lips against his cheek, kissing down in a line, humming against his throat.

“I want you,” he had said to you a long time ago.

You had frowned at him, not understanding. “I don’t have emotional sex,” was your confession.

“I know,” Yoongi admitted. “And I want to love you.”

You understood right away.

Maybe only you could and that was why Min Yoongi had chosen you to call love.

And, sometimes, he just couldn’t look at you because he loved you that much.

Now, you sank your teeth into the hollow of his shoulder, just past his necklace, teasing the skin with your manipulation of tongue and lips. Nails raking over his back, dragging him over the bed, his hand flying out and swiping at the nightstand, your tongue running against the vibration of his moan, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he wanted your hot breath over the red mark you had left on his fair skin.

Your lips moved against the hickey.

I love you.

You parted from him and his raspy murmur followed.

“My love.”

You tilted your head back against the pillows and extended your tongue past your lips, framing your graceful fingers over your breasts like art. The corner of those devious lips turned upward, black hair over his dark eyes flaring with lust. The sound of the condom packet ripping open but you kept your focus on your husband’s face, trailing your hands down to lift your thighs, your tongue grazing over teeth, and you saw the tip of pink trace his flushed lips, Yoongi mirroring your action, leaning forward, pushing his sweaty hair back with one hand as he loomed over your body, casting you both in familiar shadows.

“There is only you,” you breathed into the darkness between you and him.

“Heh, no one else could ever satisfy you,” Yoongi chuckled and thrust into you.

One hand on your thigh, pressing it to your chest, pushing in deeper, making you clench your teeth and take it, not quite relaxing your inner walls because there was no reason to make this easy. And maybe you just wanted to feel his force.

Your husband shoved your other thigh between your chests and bent down, cocking an eyebrow.

“So, it’s gonna be like that, hah?”

You smirked, mirroring his well-known expression.

“Give It to me.”

Not a question. An order.

Yoongi’s calm expression didn’t change. He simply rammed his hips into you and made you gasp with the force, your hands flying up to clutch the pillows, but fierce pace already begun. Your hips immediately followed, lifting up to match his descent, both of you moaning at the sudden intense depth but neither stopping, chasing the power and the pleasure with equal ferocity. You wouldn’t dream of backing down and Yoongi wouldn’t dream of not giving his all even if it meant bruises and soreness, bunching the sheets beside your coiled body and fucking you hard with your legs on his shoulders. Breathing shallow, erratic. Pressure building, pussy clenching around hardness, each thrust shooting through you, up your spine and into your head, thoughts dispersing, heartbeat roaring, burning in the heat, pressing your head back, savoring it, fuck, Yoongi, his name like addictive smoke and sucking the air back in quickly, so hard to breather but so violently alive, closer, closer, husky rasp, I’m close, and your tight hiss, fuck me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, ah, fuuuuck–”

You bit down on your lip and moaned behind gritted teeth, burying your head into the pillows and your hair sweeping into your vision, covering your face as your whole body shuddered, pleasure both a potent venom and an uncontrollable high punching into your lungs, jerking your hips up and squeezing his twitching length. Heady pulses drumming at your temples, gasping for breath, hearing Yoongi groan and flinch against you, pressing deeply, squishing your leaking juices between your joined bodies, his head pitching forward, scalding hot breath against your throat.

For a moment, time froze.

Suspended in the sensations, the ripples of orgasm flowing through him and through you, the afterglow petering in as the blinding ecstasy dissipated. Tingles and prickling racing over your skin. You felt fingertips against your forehead and then your vision cleared, your hair pushed away from your eyes by your husband.

You looked up at Yoongi.

His long hair was all over his face.

You tried to chuckle but you were too breathless and no sound came out. Instead, you also reached over and planted your hand into a sweaty mess.

“You’re sweating.”

“And you’re a slave driver,” was his instant response. There was no malice behind it. More of a matter-of-fact, borderline unbothered if it wasn’t for how hard he was panting. This wasn’t Yoongi complaining. Surprisingly, despite his stern exterior, your husband did, amusingly, whine sometimes.

It was cute.

“We should clean up.”

“Mhm.”

You were getting back into bed when your husband reappeared from his own after-sex routine.

“Nyangnyang gave me a dirty look.”

You frowned. “Isn’t she on her cat tree? I thought she was asleep.”

“I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water and she was judging me from the top perch,” Yoongi sulked. Uh, what was the cat was supposed to do? Give him a thumbs-up?

“I’m sure she’ll show up when we settle in bed,” you remarked soothingly as you slipped under the blanket.

“Nyan.”

“Oh, look who it is.”

All of a sudden, a white furry bullet pounced onto your side of the bed and sat on your arm.

“Nyangnyang, please wait until I adjust on the pillow.”

She did not.

You had to wrestle your arm out from under your furchild and adjust the blankets as impatient paws stomped around your moving hand and then she plopped against your side. Purr-purring away. One would think Nyangnyang the cat owned the place.

“Weirdo.”

“She just loves your pheromones after I rail you,” Yoongi said in the most monotone, unaffected voice ever, which meant he was greatly annoyed.

You nodded sagely. Understandable. “Guess that makes two of us.”

“Don’t make this weirder than it already is.”

“Nyan.”

“Don’t talk back to me.”

“Nyao.”

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drabbles masterpost | masterpost

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Pretty Bird

This is a repost/rewrite from my Ao3 account. I'm slowly migrating my one-shots over.

Hawks x F.Stalker!Reader

WC: 2k

CW/TWS: Heavy dub-con, Knife play, blood play, bondage, breath play, edging, BDSM dynamics (the honorific Mistress is used), overstimulation, kidnapping, drugging, reader is massively obsessed with Hawks, reader has a quirk that basically sends Hawks into a rut.

I think that's everything? If I missed something, please let me know :)

He sat naked in a chair, expertly tied up with a soft, sturdy nylon that matched the vermillion red of his feathers. His chest heaved up and down heavily, trying to catch a breath against the silk gag that was inserted into his mouth, secured around the back of his neck. Hawks' wings flared out to their full size, causing you to gasp; it was a beautiful sight. 

You couldn’t help but want to play with the bird. Watching him fly through the city and save innocents drove you mad. It wasn't jealousy. Of course not. It was more that they got something you didn't—to be close to him.

Your scent was driving him wild, thanks to your quirk. It drove people wild, especially men like Hawks that were prone to ruts. Which is exactly what you intended to happen as you sat on his lap, slowly grinding your hips against his.

Hawks' eyes stared into your own, pupils blown wide as you dragged the tip of a knife down his bare chest, leaving behind a gorgeous crimson trail that leaked painted his skin that matched his wings. The wings you kept eyeing, hoping to run your fingers through, to feel their softness. Were they as sensitive as they looked?

The feeling of his rock-hard cock pressed up against your core as you ground your hips against his made Hawks’ eyes roll into the back of his head, relishing in the feeling. You wanted to keep him here as your plaything, but you knew it would only last so long before someone started looking for him—the number one hero can only go missing for so long.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to capture you and make you my own?” You whispered softly against his ear, biting the lobe.

Hawks bucked his hips in response, mumbling softly against the gag you had shoved into his mouth before he had woken up. You had to use a sedative on him; he wouldn't have understood if you had just asked him to come with you. You needed him to listen. You kissed down his jaw to his neck, gently dragging the back of the knife up his chest, causing him to shiver against the cold steel. 

“Want to say something, pretty bird?” he nodded but tilted his head to the side, allowing you full access to the sweat-coated skin there. The soft spot between his neck and shoulder begged to be bitten and marked. You ached for it, “You want me to make you cum, don’t you?”

Another nod. 

Climbing off his lap, you discarded the knife and chuckled darkly at the loud, pathetic whimper that escaped his sinful lips. Hawks' eyes widened in embarrassment. The red that flooded his cheeks radiated to the tips of his ears, painting his skin deliciously.

He was so cute.

You kneeled down and discarded the knife next to an array of toys that were laid out on a silk sheet. Your eyes slowly trailed up to the hard cock that was twitching with need as you landed on a small vibrator. 

You shuffled between his thighs, your tongue poking out to trail up his length, moaning at the flavor of the precum that had dripped from his slit.

“I want you to be a good boy for me. If you do, I might just let you fuck me the way I know you want to. Is the heat building up in you yet? The need.”

You let your quirk flow from you, filling the room with your scent, and Hawks growled. The primal need to take you until you knew nothing but his body quickly becoming too much for him to handle.

He pulled and pushed against the restraints around his ankle and arms, desperate to grab you and feel your skin against his while he rutted into you mercilessly.

The tiny egg vibrator in your hand clicked on, and you pressed it to the base of his cock, using a small velcro strap to secure it around his base. Hawks flung his head back at the sudden sensation and let loose a muffled moan around his gag, spit slowly seeping from the sides. You gripped the knife in your hand again, your eyes wide as you watched his hips buck and writhe under the vibrations. You tasted copper in your mouth as you bit your lip a little too hard.

You stood suddenly, and he flinched. A frown pulled between your eyebrows as the knife tip rested against his thigh.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you whispered incredulously.

The strong muscles of his back tensed tightly as you pressed a button on the small remote in your free hand, causing the vibrator to increase in strength while you cut the strap to the gag around his neck, a loud moan of pleasure ripping through the room. 

“Ah, fu-fuck. Why are you doing this?” Hawks moaned in between each thrust against the glorious pleasure.

The knife clattered to the floor as you pushed a hand into a wing, carding your fingers against the soft plumage, reveling in their softness. Watching his reaction to the sudden stimulation of his most sensitive appendage caused a feral grin to creep across your face.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Keigo" you cooed, ignoring his question. He'd learn soon enough. "We can’t have you cumming just yet.” You pressed another button shutting off the vibrator, keeping him at the edge of an explosive release. 

Hawks ground his teeth. “Turn it back on, God, please turn it back on.”

He was pathetic, begging you like this from just a little stimulation. “I’ll do anything! Let me cum!” 

“Beg more for me. It's a beautiful sound."

Your thighs were slick with your own arousal. Watching this powerful hero succumb to your every touch and caress made you feel powerful beyond measure. It was almost too easy to get him to this point. You teased your hand down to the base of his wing, where it met his scapula, raking your nails against the overly sensitive spot.

He was shaking, too desperate to paint his own thighs in his cum to care about his dignity.

“Let me cum! Please, Mistress— I’ll do anything for you. To you. Just please!” It came out in broken groans. You flicked the vibrator back on to full strength and grabbed the base of Hawks' wing, looking over his shoulder as another scream of pleasure bounced off the walls as he came.

The only sounds in the room were Hawks panting breaths as he tried to come down from his high and the still vibrating egg. It was the most exquisite sight you had ever seen, watching your number one hero cum because of you. Only you could bring him this kind of pleasure.

You dragged your nails down the space between Hawks' wings, relishing in the shiver it sent through his whole body.

“I’m not done with you,” you whispered softly. The chair he was strapped against creaked loudly as he pulled against the restraints again, trying to get at you.

You walked around to the front of the chair, trailing your fingers over Hawks' too-hot skin and straddling his lap, pressing yourself against the vibrations still assaulting his cock. You pulled him into a deep kiss and moaned into it loudly, finally feeling enough pleasure to start taking the edge off the growing need within yourself. 

Hawks nipped at your bottom lip and pulled before letting it go, leaning forward to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. Deep purple marks bloomed against your skin, decorating it in his signature.

“Let me feel you, Mistress, please. I need your wet cunt wrapped around me. I know you're soaked.”

He rocked his hips forward, causing the vibrator to press more firmly into the swollen and aching clit.  

You reached a hand down to the side of the chair and pulled on a length of the nylon, tying Hawks down, a quick release for the soft material. As soon as they were free, his hands wandered your body frantically, one hand sliding to the base of your skull and into your hair, pulling at the roots harshly, his other dipping between your thighs. The sweet pain made you moan.

This was what you wanted.

You had hoped to tease him to the point of insanity.

You ran your hand down the length of his still pulsing hard cock and unstrapped the vibrator, tossing it to the side. 

You sat up so you could look down into his eyes and grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open. You curled your tongue, gathering some saliva before spitting it into his mouth. Your pussy clenched as his eyes rolled back.

“You have one chance to make me cum," you ordered. "If you cum before I do, I’ll go back to torturing you until you’re a crying mess under me.”

Hawks didn’t miss a beat as he gripped your hips tightly and lined the tip of his cock with your dripping wet hole, slamming you down while he thrust his hips up, filling you thoroughly in one swift movement. 

The guttural moan that left his throat was nothing short of primal as he began to thrust harshly into your core as deeply as he could, bullying against your cervix.

Hawks leaned his head forward and captured one of your erect nipples between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it in a soothing motion.

The way he made you feel just from a few motions alone was nothing you had ever experienced. Sounds of skin against skin and loud moans of pleasure were overwhelming as he bounced you up and down on his lap, harder and harder with each thrust.

Hawks quickly released your nipple and threw his head back, gritting his teeth. His cock twitched within you, and his movements became erratic; you knew he was close—refusing to cum before he could make you fall apart on his cock. Hawks stood up and quickly laid you down against the floor, pulling your legs up and placing them on his shoulders, folding you until your knees butted up against your chest.

"You feel so good, Mistress," Hawks said, tears prickling at his eyes as overstimulation began to run through his body.

You wrapped your hand around Hawks' throat and squeezed enough to cause the sucking of air between his teeth to turn ragged. You felt your walls clench and flutter around him, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck, right there, Keigo. Don't stop!" Your moans were the most precious thing he had ever heard.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles into it, the last push you needed to fall over the edge and into the most intense orgasm you had ever had.

Hearing his name from your lips sent him over the edge, slamming into you once more before exploding within your greedy cunt, hot ropes of cum filling you.

His thrusts turned sloppy, unable to stop himself from continuing to bottom out in you and a broken sob leaked from his lips as he felt his balls tighten, your still pulsing cunt gripping him tightly.

He pulled out and flipped you over, laying you flat on your stomach before pushing his cock back into you with his legs on either side of your closed ones, the new position allowing him to slide faster against your silken walls.

His hand slid under you both and found your clit, resuming your ministrations to the bud as he rutted into you.

"One more, Mistress. Let me make you come one more time," he moaned in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.

It didn't take much for the coil in your lower belly to build and snap as he expertly thrust into you.

A singular broken moan was all he could muster as he came, milking the rest of the cum he had to offer from him.

He collapsed partly on top of you, his breath ragged and broken, before gently pulling out and rolling over onto the floor, facing you. His hand reached up, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

A soft smile graced his beautiful lips. “Who are you, and where have you been all my life?”

He could ignore the kidnapping if this was what waited for him.

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A/N: Hey. How we doin'? I know different than usual stuff—surprise! I posted a poll earlier today asking if I should post something dark and figured you all have never seen me post something dark, which would make it difficult to see if you enjoy my style of dark, so I should probably do that. I'm honestly enjoying Tumblr more than I did Ao3; I don't feel as pressured to post here as I did there.

I'm thinking about starting a tag list.

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 29

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,986

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 29 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Fighting

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Jiyoo's lips part to show her teeth as she gives a little laugh. "I was hoping you'd know."

Your brows furrow as Hoseok huffs.

"Whether I know or not what makes you think I'd tell you? And it doesn't change the fact that you're in his room uninvited." Hoseok bites. "Now what the hell are you doing here?"

His cousin sighs as she lies flat on her back to stretch. She gives a salacious moan but you can tell she's doing it to annoy Hoseok. When she sits back up she has a playful smile on but neither you nor Hoseok are playing along. She rolls her eyes at this and stands to walk around Yoongi's bed.

She doesn't seem to be in a hurry as she looks around. Her nails drag across the furniture and you know that if she wanted to she could easily damage them.

Hoseok growls at this before stepping fully into the room. He snatches Jiyoo's arm and yanks her off towards the door.

"Get off of me!" Jiyoo nearly screeches.

She puts up a fight but her cousin's strength is unimaginable as he pulls her.

Your heart accelerates as the two of them begin to fight.

Jiyoo scratches at Hoseok's face and leaves behind four red lines that drag across his left cheek and at the crest of his nose. It forces him to release an inhuman growl before he tosses her to the floor. She yelps from the force of it and you stand back as she almost comes in contact with your feet.

You gasp when you look at Hoseok. He holds a hand to his face with his eyes grown wide and wild. He brings his fingers back to see if there's blood but when he sees there's nothing he puts it down into a fist by his side. It doesn't change the fact that she marked him and he can feel the way his skin tingles from the contact.

The lines are bright red and if she would have dug her nails in you're sure she would have drawn blood. It's startling to see Hoseok like this and even more so when you hear the yell of someone behind you.

"What are you doing?!"

You look behind you to see Seokjin who hurriedly makes his way over. The steps he takes are fast and just behind him is a curious Jimin.

Jiyoo looks up with tears in her eyes and a small pout on her lips. "Jinnie," she cries. "Your primitive brother doesn't know how to treat a woman!"

Once Seokjin catches up he sighs with his fists on his hips. "What did you do," he asks.

The question is directed to Jiyoo and it catches her off guard.

"Me?! What did I do?"

Jimin gives a low whistle as he steps around you. His eyes barely take in his cousin but instead Hoseok's face.

"She did a number on you," he says nonchalantly.

Hoseok's nostrils flare as he glowers at Jiyoo.

The youngest of the vampires approaches his brother and places a finger beneath his chin so he can get a better look of the scratch marks. He sucks his teeth before releasing him and slips his hands into his pockets.

"They aren't deep so they'll heal just fine."

Jimin's reassuring words aren't enough to calm him. Jiyoo has Hoseok wound up to the point that he looks borderline manic as his hands curl and unfurl.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?"

The woman he questions goes to stand up without any help from the people around her and she's clearly put off by that.

"It was just a scratch," she says petulantly.

"I don't care if it was just a scratch," Seokjin starts firmly. "And I don't care what Hoseok did. What matters is that you are within our home in Yoongi's room who isn't even here, might I add. You want respect you have to earn it."

Jiyoo let's out a sharp tsk as she stands to her full height. "What makes you think this is all my fault?"

Seokjin leans on one leg with his hip protruding as he gives a knowing look. He doesn't believe Jiyoo was in the right at all. She notices that and crosses her arms.

"And here I thought you'd treat your guests with hospitality."

The eldest vampire scoffs. "We do."

Jiyoo snarls his way before looking at Hoseok who's still staring at her with murder in his eyes. She gives him a once over though it's in distaste.

"I don't need to deal with this," she says.

"Then don't." Hoseok growls. "Leave."

She huffs out a laugh before tonguing her teeth. "If it weren't because I have unfinished business here I would." Her attention switches to you. "Rabbit."

You're startled and it brings a smile to her face at your reaction.

"If you ever tire of dealing with the misogyny you know you can always come back home with me."

You curl around the doorframe next to Seokjin. She sees the way her attention on you brings you little comfort and it only causes her to laugh.

"Leave her alone." Comes Hoseok's growl.

The longer everyone stays like this the more attention is being drawn to you.

From behind, Jungkook comes down the hall with Yoongi in hand. The brothers look at the rest of you in interest with Yoongi cluelessly making his way over.

"What's going on," he asks.

"And there he is." Jiyoo says in mock happiness. "You know if you would have been home to begin with none of this would have happened."

The vampire in question has a dumbfounded look on his face as his eyes switch from Jiyoo to his brothers. He notices then the marks on Hoseok's face and his eyes widen.

"What did you do," he questions.

Jungkook stands next to you and it forces you to press even more into the doorframe. If he notices your discomfort he doesn't say but his brow raises when he takes note of Hoseok's face as well.

"If everyone is done asking me of what I did I'd like to leave now."

Jiyoo pushes past you with her shoulder ramming into Seokjin's. It clearly was intentional and it forces the eldest to flex his jaw as he clenches his teeth. She doesn't bother looking back and parades her way down the hall and down the stairs as if she hadn't just started a war with Hoseok who of which closes his eyes in agitation. He takes deep breaths in and out to calm himself because if he doesn't now he actually thinks he's going to kill his cousin.

Jimin sucks his teeth a few times as he stares at the floor unseeing. He pushes his lips into a pout before looking up at his brothers.

"Let's be happy that Taehyung isn't here."

Seokjin deflates a little from the tension. "Where is he anyway?"

"Out with some friends that are apparently in town." Jimin crosses his arms. "No one tell him anything."

"I wouldn't think you'd concern yourself over Jiyoo's safety." Jungkook adds.

To this Jimin laughs airily. "I'm not concerned about her. It's Taehyung I'm worried about."

The youngest only hums in response.

Yoongi who has been just as quiet as you so far runs a hand through his hair. "What was she doing in my room?"

No one answers him and so you turn to him carefully. "She was looking for you."

His brows draw together as he holds in a breath. He holds it deep and long before he exhales it into a tired sigh. Once looking lively he looks haggard. You feel for him.

Seokjin stares at his brother and gives him a pained look. "We should have never invited her over."

"No we shouldn't have."

You look over to Hoseok after he speaks. His eyes are closed as he rubs them harshly. When he puts his hand down you get a good look of his face and it's in shock do you note that the scratch marks look a little less visible. His body is going into overdrive to heal the mild wounds. You would guess so seeing as his saliva can heal your wounds within hours so of course why wouldn't his own body cater to his needs as well?

Hoseok notices your eyes are on him and he frowns. "You okay," he asks. He approaches you with his words gently and you nod in response. He smiles though it looks a little forlorn before he directs his attention to Yoongi. "Are you okay?"

Yoongi licks his lips. "I should be asking you that."

Hoseok pushes his hair back before running his fingers across where Jiyoo scratched him. He looks a little upset but he pushes his anger aside to sigh. "It'll heal."

There's a second of silence as everyone processes what had happened. Jiyoo is no longer with you but she will be later. You wonder how everyone is going to react with one another come dinner. How tense things will be and what Taehyung might walk in on in confusion. He doesn't have to be skilled in divination to know something is up if everyone's actions are stilted.

"Well," Jimin cuts the quiet with a chirpy attitude. "I don't know about you guys but I'm bored. Let's go shopping." He smiles.

"Pass." Seokjin says. "I have work to do."

"Yoongi and I just came back from outside so pass as well." Jungkook chimes in.

Yoongi clears his throat as he finally steps into his room and looks about. He frowns and grumbles "It smells like her in here" before speaking out loud a "Pass."

Jimin pouts. "You guys are no fun." He looks over to Hoseok expectantly who is watching Yoongi. "What about you Hoseok?" He looks to you now. "Y/N?"

Your eyebrows shoot up to the top of your forehead as Jimin acknowledges you. "U-um..." You look to Hoseok who has his attention on you now.

He frowns a little before shaking his head. "Y/N and I just came back from being outside ourselves so no."

The response makes Jimin roll his eyes. "No one wants to hang out with me?" His pout grows more. "I'm sure Y/N can hang out. She hasn't come to explore our surroundings entirely just yet." A wide smile graces his face.

To this Hoseok huffs. "No. I already said she just came back home."

Jimin chuckles though you know he does it deviously, but before he can formulate a response Jungkook interrupts him.

"Look for one of your girlfriends to hang out with."

The other youngest of the brothers raises his brows in interest. "So you're saying I can bring them back home?"

Jungkook gives a disgusted look. "I didn't say you can bring them home I just said to hang out with them outside of here."

A sound akin to a giggle comes from Jimin as he grins. "Well I can't exactly hang around the place I find them."

Jungkook grunts. "Well no one wants to smell them here at home either."

"They don't smell that bad."

"To you."

"Alright, that's enough." Seokjin interjects. "No one wants to hang out today, Jimin. Another time." He gives a sorry look his brother's way. "And," he directs his attention to Jungkook. "He's welcome to bring anyone he wants home."

Jungkook rolls his eyes as Jimin smiles.

"I won't be bringing anyone home this time but thank you Seokjin." He smile is cheeky. "As for everything else it's no skin off my bones. I'll go shopping on my own." He parts from everyone and leaves the room leaving all of you behind.

Another round of silence consumes you all before Seokjin decides to leave as well with Jungkook following behind. All who are left are you, Hoseok, and Yoongi. The second oldest of which disappears into his bathroom to procure a bottle of something that he sprays in the exact locations Jiyoo was in. It smells strongly of softener and he completely soaks the areas she once was with a frown.

"I don't think she damaged anything. At least not as far as we could see." Hoseok sighs. "I think she was just waiting for you in here."

Yoongi sprays his bed some more before placing the bottle on his dresser. "I should have locked the door."

"Don't blame yourself," you chime in.

The oldest looks at you and gives you a grateful smile but he looks sullen nonetheless. "I shouldn't but I should have known better. Jiyoo likes to test people. I'm not any different."

It's you now who mirrors his look.

It's then you notice he has a bag with him. The name across it is of a giant name brand and he pulls out a jacket and a small satchel from it. You suspect him and Jungkook had went out shopping themselves before arriving home to this mess.

He puts his stuff away in his closet as Hoseok excuses himself to the bathroom.

You're awkwardly stood by the door not attempting to come in out of respect to Yoongi but the vampire gives you a quick once over and invites you in.

"You're welcome to come in, you know." He enters the closet to pull out a hanger out for the jacket before peeking his head out to look at you. "I don't mind."

Your eyes widen the slightest bit before you give him a small smile. You take that chance to slowly walk in and take a look around you.

Yoongi's room looks darker than Hoseok's. From his sheets that are made up of black and gray and his furniture being all black. The dresser is ornate as well as his nightstands and entertainment center. It looks elegant. It suits him. You also note he has a keyboard and guitars set up. Both electric and acoustic. It interests you just the slightest bit.

He puts away his stuff in his no doubt large closet as you make your way over to his drawn curtains. You suspect all of the brothers have closets large enough to fit clothes upon clothes from different designers. With a house as big as this it was a no brainer.

You slip your fingers between the curtains and look out the window. From this angle all you see is the garden much like from Hoseok's view. The garden is large and lush and you decide you need to pay it a visit again to enjoy the floral scents and sights.

Your attention is brought to your right as Hoseok comes back from the bathroom. His face brings you a little surprise as it looks unmarred. No longer are there scratch marks left behind by Jiyoo. Though you shouldn't be so surprised seeing the before and after is a little bit startling.

Hoseok gives you a smile as he walks up to you. His arms come around to embrace you and his chin rests on top of your head.

"Are you okay," he asks.

That's the million dollar question but you nod. Being around Jiyoo isn't fun and seeing what she is capable of no better but now that she's gone - even if for a little while - you feel okay.

Yoongi exits out of his closet with a great big sigh. Like he's trying to brush off what happened. To leave it behind so it can no longer hinder him.

"It smells better in here." Hoseok says.

Yoongi snickers but you know he isn't doing it to disrespect Hoseok but because of what everyone just went through.

"Her smell still lingers but it'll pass."

You don't know if Yoongi is saying that to himself or what but you're glad your sense of smell isn't as strong as there's if it's such a problem.

He walks over to his bed and sits on the edge of it. His eyes are looking off unseeing before he sucks his teeth and looks up at both you and Hoseok.

"So what were you two up to?"

He's clearly trying for some normalcy here as he digs in his pants for his phone.

Hoseok hums before he goes to sit on the chair by the window. It's right next to you so he stretches out his hand for you to take. You mindlessly grab it and feel him tug you closer to him.

"Went out and got Y/N a phone," he says. "She's never had one before so I think it's a nice present."

Yoongi's brows raise in surprise. "This is your first phone," he questions you. It's like he needs the confirmation from your own lips.

You nod. "I never saw a need for one but," you shrug. "I guess that's changed."

Yoongi nods with a pout. "It's good to have one for emergencies." He looks down at his own phone before back up at you. "I can give you my number. Just in case you need to reach someone that isn't Hoseok or, you know, just to talk."

Your lips part slightly as your brows raise. You weren't expecting that though now that he's spoken on it you feel honored in a sense. Yoongi doesnt seem like the type of person who enjoys wasting his time so for him to give it up for you to just talk feels nice.

Hoseok rubs your hand with his thumb as he goes to sit up more in his seat. "I plan on giving her everyone's number as a just in case. What she does with it, of course, depends on what you guys want."

Yoongi nods in understanding. "I don't mind if we talk more. Though I'd ask permission for the others. It's good to have their numbers for emergencies but outside of that you'll have to ask what they're okay with."

You're appreciative of Yoongi for acknowledging you while talking. He could easily ignore you and talk to Hoseok as if you aren't here but he does the opposite of that and it makes you feel happy. On another note, you don't think you can bother texting anybody else besides Namjoon and Yoongi. There's something about Jimin that rubs you the wrong way and that's not including what you already know about him. What Namjoon said about it being best for you to not concern yourself over him doesn't help. Taehyung's anger scares you and Seokjin enjoys drama too much. You fear he'll only talk about things you can care less about. Jungkook seems like he isn't even interested in you. Besides that one time you both spoke to one another back at the Baek's he doesn't seem interested in forming something more with you. You're just his brother's captive. Uninteresting overall.

Hoseok clears his throat before releasing your hand to extend his out towards you. "Let me see your phone."

You look down at him and dig out your phone from the underside of your skirt where a pocket lies to place it onto his open palm. He unlocks it and you see he goes to the contacts to start entering his number along with the rest of his brothers'. You look over his shoulder in interest just as Yoongi stands up to go to the bathroom. He closes the door leaving you and Hoseok alone as the latter gets to work.

"I'll put everyone's number but like Yoongi said, ask permission before texting. We can ask during dinner."

You can only hum in response.

Just as he finishes entering everyone's contact information Yoongi comes back out of the bathroom and grabs his acoustic guitar to take to bed where he removes his shoes to cross his legs. Your ears perk up at the sound of the strings being plucked and soon enough he starts to play a full song. You're so into what he's doing that you don't notice nor really care when Hoseok places your phone back. Your mind is just so caught up into the music his brother plays.

Hoseok stands up before placing an arm around you and leading you off towards the door. You frown because you want to hear more of Yoongi playing the guitar but he isn't letting you.

"Well we'll leave you to it then." Hoseok says.

Yoongi pauses his movements to nod and hum his brother's and your way.

"See you for dinner," he says.

Hoseok makes a sound of acknowledgement before exiting his room and closing the door behind him.

You hear Yoongi play the guitar again and it sticks with you as you're lead off down the hall.

Your captor sighs and it makes you look up at him. When he notices your attention on him he looks down at you and presents you a smile.

"Anything you want to do now, love?"

You purse your lips as you look away. You think back to the garden you saw outside of Yoongi's window and you perk up at the idea of it.

"Can we go to the garden?"

Hoseok's lips part into a smile before he kisses your temple. "Of course we can."

The two of you go on down the stairs and slip between the servants who pay you no mind.

You remember living that life not long ago. Only ever acknowledging Hyun-Woo's presence when he needed you.

You try and stop yourself from thinking about him because you know it'll ruin your mood but it's the truth. You were content with that life even if Hoseok would try and make you believe otherwise.

When you reach the sliding doors to the garden you open them before Hoseok can. He doesn't reprimand you or anything because you know it's because he knows you have no where to run off to. It's just you and him in this gated part of the house.

You nearly skip off down the pathway as you're greeted by the scents of the flowers around you. It's soft and inviting. Their colors bloom brightly around you and you can't help but to touch some of the ones that reach up to your waist.

It's after a few more steps around do you notice that you're not alone. There are a few maids here and there that are tending to the garden. Two look your way and smile at you politely. You smile back before awkwardly stepping back onto the pathway and making your way back to Hoseok who is sitting on one of the couches beneath the sun roof.

"You okay," he asks as you approach him.

You nod. "Yeah. I just didn't know there were people out here."

He frowns as he looks behind you and takes note of a maid that walks across the field to the other side to work.

"Do you want me to tell them to leave?"

You vehemently shake your head no. "No, no. It just caught me off guard but it's fine."

Hoseok gives you a look but he doesn't question you. Instead he pats the spot next to him to invite you to sit.

You take your seat though you try and leave a little room between you and him. He takes that chance to bend his knee to turn towards you and you feel when it brushes against your thigh. He leans his head against his palm with his elbow perched onto the couch. From here he just stares at you as you stare back at him. It takes you a few seconds before you cower and look away and it feels like a weight settles onto your shoulders the longer he stares.

His other hand slithers over so he can grasp yours and pulls it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles lightly. Each finger is doted upon with his love. It makes your stomach roll unlike butterflies that would have fluttered if you felt about him differently.

Hoseok sits in silence by you as he plays with your fingers. You can practically hear the thoughts stewing in his head. What they entail entirely you don't know but they're loud and you can feel them through his eyes. His weighty gaze holding so much emotion and it makes you a little sick.

He shifts his sights the slightest bit and you don't realize why until the door behind him slides open. He could overhear the steps of the guest and when you realize who it is your heart accelerates.

Namjoon steps out into the Summer air and he seems to hate it as he cringes. He's dressed comfortably in an all blue ensemble. A white pattern laced into them like a flower. His sleeves are short and the legs of his pants reach his shins. He also wears a pair of white sneakers that look spotless. He looks ready for Summer but he's clearly not dealing with it well. When his eyes shift over to you he smiles - his dimple forming attractively.

Hoseok leans his head back a little and you figure he takes in the familiar scent of his brother because he acknowledges him without turning all the way to see him.

"Namjoon," he says in greeting.

Said brother walks over so he can stand directly in front of you two. Despite not having a strong sense of smell like a vampire you can smell something emanating from Namjoon as the wind blows. It's a soft scent you've smelled on him before. A perfume or lotion of sorts.

He digs his hands in his pockets to leave there as he nods his head. "Came out here to check on you."

Hoseok drops your hand and raises his brow. "I'm guessing you heard?"

Namjoon purses his lips with a hum. "Seokjin filled me in."

Of course Seokjin you figure but then again Hoseok was his brother. Of course he will tell his brother about what happened. Except for Taehyung per Jimin's request.

Hoseok looks up at Namjoon with a smile. "I'm all healed up now so there's nothing to worry about. Even then if there would have been a greater amount of damage I would have handled Jiyoo properly."

You don't know what he means by that but it makes you nervous nonetheless.

Namjoon chuckles before looking your way. His smile grows wider for a moment before he settles for something softer. You know he can't greet you the way you'd like but him acknowledging your presence still makes you happy.

"How are you," he asks.

You lick your lips and you feel yourself grow warm beneath his sights. A flush of heat bathing your cheeks and ears. You go to speak but have to clear your throat to settle any nerves.

"I'm okay."

"You sure? I'm sure you must have been startled after what happened."

You hum before nodding. "A little bit but I promise I'm okay."

Before the two of you could say anything more to each other Hoseok interrupts.

"I got her a phone today so her attention has been mostly on that than anything else."

Namjoon's brows raise in surprise. "Really?"

"Really." Hoseok says. "I gave her everyone's number but I told her she needs permission from you guys before she does anything with it."

His brother kneels down on one knee before digging out his phone from his pocket. You note it's the same as yours and for some reason that makes you happy.

"What's your number so I can add it to my phone. Text me."

You were hoping that would be Namjoon's answer but you still feel a little flustered. So much so that your hands fumble a little as you try to grab your phone. They shake and you will yourself to stay calm in the presence of your crush and his brother. When you access the contacts you find and tap Namjoon's name and click on the message blurb that comes up along with other icons. You hesitate then wondering what you should send him until you settle on an innocent hi.

It takes a second until you hear Namjoon's phone go off with a little ding and he looks down at the device with a smile. His fingers tap away before he closes his phone and puts it away. Along comes with it the sound of your phone going off and you look down to see an emoji staring back at you. The character showing off a wink. You have to will yourself to not smile so hard and so you close your phone and put it away to avoid giving yourself away.

For the time being you forget about Hoseok's existence as you bathe beneath Namjoon's sights. He's giving you much attention and it's not until Namjoon looks his brother's way does he laugh. You look towards Hoseok as well and note his eyes have turned into slits as he eyes you two.

"You're thinking too hard."

Hoseok responds with a tsk before licking his lips. His hand comes down to rest on the back of your neck where his fingers begin massage you. It forces you to stiffen a little at first but you figure this is more for him than it is you. His touches are almost always because of that.

Namjoon looks back at you and you see the way his lips part as he wants to speak.

"When am I going to see you in the library again?"

Your ears perk up and you look to Hoseok. He raises a brow towards you before licking his lips again.

"After her little escape attempt I've been keeping a close eye on her." He squeezes your neck by the slightest bit before relaxing his hold. "Whenever she wants to go back to the library it'll have to be with me."

You look down in embarrassment. You feel shame course through you and not because you were caught by Hoseok but because of Namjoon who gives you an unreadable look.

There's an awkward silence that fills the air for a moment before Namjoon leans an arm over his bent leg.

"You know I have no problem keeping an eye on her," he says.

Hoseok scoffs. "It was under your watchful eye that she made the attempt."

You look off to the side as your embarrassment grows even more. You grow warm as your skin flushes. This sort of attention on you just makes you feel irritated with Hoseok because despite it all you know he's right.

Namjoon sighs. "I didn't know that."

You look up at him with brows drawn together and wide eyes. He looks at you with disappointment and for a second you feel humiliated but you have to remember he couldn't exactly let Hoseok know that he knew you were trying to escape. That is if you didn't read too in between the lines. He knew right?

Your captor releases your neck as he closes his eyes. He cranes his neck a little until you hear a pop before he turns it the other way. Clearly he looks annoyed now that your transgression is brought to light once again.

You can't help the way your hands begin to worry between each other. Your nervous habit growing tenfold. You wish this wasn't the topic of conversation and hold onto hope that Hoseok will let it slide for your sake.

"Well," Namjoon starts. "As long as she's home there won't be anymore attempts. Right Y/N?"

Your eyes drink in his own and it's with a little tick to his brow - a slight raise - does he enquire you.

You nod your head a little too vigorously. "Yes. I mean, there won't be any more attempts."

Hoseok looks at you with an unreadable expression. He just watches you intently and if he believes you or not he doesn't show.

"Still," he says. "Until she can be trusted again I'll have to be with her."

You visibly deflate before him. That's not the answer you wanted.

Namjoon hums. "It can't be helped then I guess." He goes to stand and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Well whenever she wants to hang out in the library do bring her around."

Hoseok stretches his arm out to rest his hand over your shoulder. He doesn't answer Namjoon but you don't think his brother expected an answer anyway as he steps away from you two without looking back. You wish he would - wish he would fight harder for you but he doesn't. You try not to feel disappointed about it.

You have to see the bright side and that is it's not like you're being banned from seeing Namjoon. You just needed to convince Hoseok over time that you could be trusted alone again. A feat you'd have to fight for you know but everything starts from somewhere. You're determined to win some of your rights back so when the time comes for you to have a successful escape attempt no one will be in your way. Especially Hoseok.

Time slowly starts to pass you by as the two of you sit outside without a word. Your eyes closed as you take in the Summer air that slowly begins to cool as evening comes around. You hadn't realized that you might have fallen asleep at some point because when Hoseok kisses your cheek to coax you out of your silent shape you feel well rested. Your eyes widen a fraction as you come to before you settle your sights onto Hoseok.

"Dinner will be served soon. We should start heading there now." His voice is soft yet raspy from disuse.

To be honest you don't want to go to the dining room. You're hungry but after what happened with Jiyoo earlier - it left you feeling scared. She's unpredictable and despite the family not wanting Taehyung to know you wouldn't put it pass Jiyoo to be loud about Hoseok which in turn will alert Taehyung that something is wrong. That something happened. So you shake your head no with a worried look.

"Can - Can we just have the food taken to our room?"

Hoseok's brows raise by the slightest bit as he goes to stand.

"I mean," he says. "We can if that's what you want."

You nod your head.

"Is there something wrong?" Ever the attentive one he is.

You shrug your shoulders. "I just... don't want to be around your cousin right now."

He nods is head with a sigh though it's not out of irritation towards you. "I think it's probably for the best. At least for now."

You look up at him and this time you sigh but out of relief.

He helps you to stand up and your legs feel a little heavy after sitting for so long. You have to shake them out to settle the nerves that tingle beneath your skin. Once that's settled Hoseok takes your hand and leads you both inside. When the air conditioner hits you every part of you that was flushed from the heat instantaneously cools down. It's both a relief and shock - the feeling. Your feet shuffle across the floors as Hoseok and you make your way upstairs. In the meantime, he takes out his phone and calls for someone. After a few rings someone picks up and Hoseok alerts them about you two and to send for the food upstairs. There are no questions about it and your captor simply thanks the person before hanging up.

He squeezes your hand gently to capture your attention. "We might as well wash up before we eat. We've been sitting out in the Summer's heat for a while."

In which case he's trying to say you both sweated or at least you sweated. He wouldn't be wrong though so you agree to the shower.

When you enter the bedroom the bed calls to you but you don't want to sit just yet. You're going to take that shower first and Hoseok follows in with you with your pajamas and his ready for the rest of the night.

"Let's keep it comfy," he says.

You don't complain.

You're happy to say Hoseok isn't as handsy this shower. He still helps you wash up but his hands don't roam further than they should. You don't know what the reason is for and so despite being happy you're a little suspicious. He doesn't show that he's mad or anything so you don't know what the reason could be but you try and not question it. When you're both done though he wraps a towel around you and kisses your forehead.

"Dinner should be here soon," he mumbles.

He looks down at you and smiles before stepping out of the shower.

A cold chill overtakes you as you dry yourself. You try to hurry and do your skincare so you can get dressed and it's as you're finishing up putting face lotion does your phone signal that a message came through. Before either you or Hoseok could react to it his phone that he left in the bedroom goes off. He sighs and leaves the bathroom to go fetch it and it's within that time do you check your own phone.

Opening it up you see it's a text from Namjoon. Your brows raise in surprise as you go to access it. You're quick to read it and your skin flushes with both anticipation and nerves.

Namjoon: Delete this text so Hoseok doesn't see it.

Sorry I didn't stay long. I didn't want my brother suspecting anything. If there's one thing he is besides possessive it's paranoid.

There's a pause and you watch as three little dots dance at the bottom of the screen. Before you can guess what it is another text pops up.

Namjoon: I miss having you around. Hopefully my brother let's you come over to the library so we can spend some time together.

You're thinking of what to say. You're also paying attention to Hoseok who is talking inside the other room. You know you don't have much time left so you send back an I miss you too.

There's another pause before those dots come back and you're sure it signifies that Namjoon is typing.

Namjoon: We'll have to earn Hoseok's trust again so we can be alone together. For now we'll make due with what we have.

Namjoon: Dinner is about to come out. We'll talk later yeah?

He sends you a heart and it makes yours flutter. You send a quick okay and so panic commences as you try to find a way to delete the text before Hoseok comes back. You hear him bid farewell and your fingers fumble around until you find what you're looking for and delete the entire conversation. It takes a second before it disappears and just as you're about to close the phone and put it down Hoseok reenters the bathroom.

He pauses when he sees you and a frown mars his face. "Are you okay?"

You nod quickly with a hum. "Just checking the time."

He slowly makes his way over until he's stood before you. "I mean it's because I can hear your heart hammering."

"O-oh," you stutter. You have to come up with something quick and you nearly applaud yourself when you come up with a response. "It's because you startled me. You're very quiet when you walk."

Hoseok gives you a look like he's not entirely sure he wants to believe you but he doesn't fight you over it. Instead his lips form into a pout as his hand squeezes your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he says.

You shake your head with a small smile. "It's okay."

With a smile of his own he leans in to place a kiss on your lips and you find that you reciprocate the act with a kiss of your own. It stuns him for a moment as he pulls back to look at you but it's only for a moment as he goes in to kiss you again.

Your lips mold together seamlessly. Every corner - every edge of it coated by Hoseok's affection. His hands come around to rest around your waist as he pulls your body flush against his own. You can feel the way he hardens against you and you are reminded that you haven't had your fix today. You think now would be the time but you hear a knock on the bedroom door. It's faint but Hoseok catches it as he pulls back and listens in to the door opening and the sound of something being wheeled in. There are no words to accompany the noise and when you're about to question what's going on Hoseok beats you to it.

"Dinner is here."

You deflate a little knowing your high was just ripped from you and it makes Hoseok chuckle.

"We can continue where we left off later. For now let's eat."

You sigh but nod. You know you should eat after not having a successful meal earlier. This can make up for it so the two of you finish getting ready. In the meantime your mind races with the texts from Namjoon. He told you to delete the texts and so you did. You figure that is how you can keep in contact with him without Hoseok knowing. It's risky but brilliant. You're happy you have a phone now just for that and like he said you both would have to earn Hoseok's trust again. You're willing to do that for your sake so you'll play along to Hoseok's advances as much as you can. You won't like every bit of it but you have to start somewhere.

You're going to convince Hoseok over time that you can be trusted all the while talking to his brother behind his back. It may not be an ideal situation to be in but you'll fight for your rights. Just as hard as Namjoon will fight for his own.

[teenagechildtyphoon]

The Final Flight of Rainbow Dash

In the peaceful town of Ponyville, the sun shone brightly, and laughter echoed through the streets. But behind the vibrant colors and cheerful faces lay a darkness that no one could fathom. Rainbow Dash, the fastest pegasus in Equestria, had always been a source of inspiration and bravery. Her friends admired her, but lately, she had been acting strangely.

It started with small things. Rainbow would often fly higher than usual, pushing herself to new limits during her stunts. At first, her friends cheered her on, but soon they noticed that her eyes had a strange glint—a haunting emptiness. When asked about it, she would brush them off with a nervous laugh, claiming she was just training harder for the next Best Young Flyer Competition.

But one fateful evening, as twilight fell over Ponyville, things took a turn for the worse. Fluttershy, concerned for her friend, decided to pay a visit to Rainbow’s cloud house. As she approached, she heard strange sounds—like muffled screams and frantic wing flaps. Her heart raced. “Rainbow?” she called out, but there was no response. Gathering her courage, she pushed the door open, only to find the place in disarray. The walls were covered in pictures of clouds, each one marked with dates and times, many of them scratched out and redrawn.

In the center of the room stood Rainbow Dash, her back turned. She was muttering to herself, lost in some feverish trance. Fluttershy stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. “Um, Rainbow? Are you okay?”

At the sound of her friend’s voice, Rainbow whipped around. Her eyes were wild, pupils dilated as if she were caught in a nightmare. “I can’t let them take it away! I’m so close!” she shouted, her voice echoing with an unsettling intensity.

“What do you mean?” Fluttershy asked, fear creeping into her heart.

“They said I had to be the best, but I can’t let them beat me! I’ll show them!” Rainbow’s wings flared, and she launched herself into the air, leaving behind a storm of clouds that swirled ominously. Fluttershy watched in horror as Rainbow ascended higher and higher, disappearing into the darkening sky.

Days turned into weeks, and Rainbow Dash never returned. The townsponies whispered rumors of a tragic accident, of a pegasus who flew too high and fell from the sky. Her friends, devastated by her disappearance, mourned for their lost companion. But deep down, they felt that something darker was at play.

One stormy night, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, and a familiar silhouette appeared against the backdrop of the storm clouds. It was Rainbow Dash, but she was different—her wings had an unnatural sheen, and her mane flowed like shadowy smoke. She circled the town, a haunting wail escaping her lips, filled with an eerie longing.

Panic spread through Ponyville. The next day, Twilight Sparkle and the others decided to investigate. They searched for clues, eventually finding a hidden diary belonging to Rainbow. Its pages were filled with desperate writings, revealing her obsession with speed and a dark entity that had promised her the power to become the fastest flyer in Equestria.

The entity had demanded a price—a piece of her soul in exchange for her abilities. As Rainbow’s obsession grew, so did the influence of the dark force. The last entry sent chills down their spines: “I’m ready to take the final flight. Nothing will stop me!”

Determined to save their friend, Twilight and the others devised a plan. They would confront the entity in the skies above Ponyville during the next storm, hoping to bring Rainbow back to her senses. As the storm raged, they gathered at the edge of town, their hearts pounding with fear and hope.

With a thunderous roar, Rainbow Dash descended, surrounded by crackling energy. “You should have let me go!” she screamed, her voice echoing with an unearthly resonance.

“We’re here to help you, Rainbow!” Twilight shouted. “You don’t have to do this!”

But the darkness had taken hold. Rainbow charged at them, her speed a blur, ready to unleash her fury. In that moment, her friends realized that the pony they once knew was gone. With a surge of magic, Twilight and the others joined together to channel their friendship, creating a blinding light that enveloped Rainbow.

For a moment, she faltered, her eyes flickering with recognition. “I... I don’t want this!” she cried, but the dark entity roared in defiance, pushing her onward.

With one final, desperate surge, Twilight and her friends unleashed their magic. The light burst forth, clashing with the darkness. In that blinding moment, they saw the true Rainbow Dash—the brave, loyal pegasus they loved, trapped beneath the weight of the entity’s power.

And then, silence. When the light faded, Rainbow was gone, leaving only a single feather, shimmering faintly in the storm’s aftermath. Ponyville fell into an eerie calm, the town forever changed by the loss of their friend.

To this day, on stormy nights, the townsponies claim they can hear the echoes of a haunting wail—Rainbow Dash, forever lost in the clouds, searching for her final flight.

Happy Halloween

[jprandamonium]

Magic the Gathering Deck

What can you make out of these cards?

Murder Shamble Back Boggart Brute [Mark] Sigiled Starfish (x4) Murder Investigation Mindmelter Tears of Valakut Rolling Waters Boulder Salvo Isolation Zone Scion Summoner Spectral Shepherd Campaign of Vengeance Rancid Rats Fiery Temper Thornhide Wolves Vessel of Volatility Ghoulcaller's Accomplice Ghostly Wings Stitched Mangler Militant Inquisitor Evolving Winds (x2) Negate (x3) Tower Geist (x5) Island (x28) Plains (x22) Ooze [x2] Yoked Ox Celestial Flare (x2) Uncaged Fury Ravaging Blaze Altered Ego Veteran's Sidearm Rabid Bloodsucker Goblin Auramancer Subterranean Scout Dauntless Cathar Sword of the Animist Suppression Bonds Enshrouding Mist Might of the Masses Angel's Tomb Hitchclaw Recluse Screeching Skaab Healing Hands (x3) Aven Battle Priest (x2) Bounding Krasis Ringwarden Owl Charging Griffin (x4) Reave Soul Prickleboar Totem-Guide Hartebeest (x4) Thunderclap Wyvern (x4) Nearheath Chaplain Netcaster Spider Elemental Swamp Mina and Denn, Wildborn Ancient Crab (x2) Expedite Searing Light Nivix Barrier (x5) Ethereal Guidance Hydrolash (x5) Kozilek's Pathfinder Kozilek's Shrieker Alms of the Vein Saddleback Lagac [Mark] Heavy Infantry Turn to Frog (x3) Nagging Thoughts Rabid Bite Spiteful Motives Farbog Revenant Reduce to Ashes Mountain Cobblebrute [Mark] Weirded Vampire Faithbearer Paladin Bone Saw Forest Possessed Skaab Acolyte of the Inferno Swift Reckoning Might Beyond Reason Tormenting Voice [Mark] Pale Rider of Trostad Act of Treason Guardian of Meletis Wicker Witch Dragon Fodder Enthralling Victor Despoiler of Souls Macabre Waltz Claustrophobia (x4) Stratus Walk (x2) Nahiri's Machinations Drownyard Explorer Devil's Playground Thraben Gargoyle / Stonewing Antagonizer Stitchwing Skaab Sleep Paralysis (x3) Thornbow Archer Vastwood Gorger Puncturing Light Faerie Miscreant (x6) Strange Augmentation Emissary of the Sleepless Olivia's Bloodsworn (x2) Wild-Field Scarecrow Might Beyond Reason Pulse of Murasa Wastes Scion Summoner Suppression Bonds Reclaim Watercourser (x4) Separatist Voidmage Alhammarret, High Arbiter (x2) Bedlam Reveler Vexing Scuttler Lone Rider / It That Rides As One Woodland Patrol Rush of Adrenaline Intrepid Provisioner Invasive Surgery Stensia Banquet Enlightened Maniac Press for Answers Rottenheart Ghoul Clip Wings (x2) Crop Sigil Forest Cyclone Sire Hound of the Farbogs (x2) Reflector Mage Deepfathom Skulker Stromkirk mentor Foreboding Ruins Timber Shredder / Hinterland Logger Spirit (x2) Brute Strength Alfa Protector Unnatural Endurance Send to Sleep Yoked Ox (x4) Lamplighter of Selhoff Gravity Negator Eldrazi Scion Kazuul's Toll Collector Insect Relic Seeker Spawnbinder Mage Nantuko Husk Deep-Sea Terror Zombie Loam Dryad Broken Concentration Suppression Bonds (x3) Gatstaf Arsonists Leaf Glider (x2) Reaper of Flight Moonsilver Silverstrike Soulblade Djinn (x2) Sigil of Valor Deadbridge Shaman Stoic Builder Sylvan Messenger Weight of the Underworld Infectious Bloodlust Managorger Hydra Dreadwaters Galvanic Bombardment Wretched Gryff Rattlechains Silent Observer Inquisitor's Ox Citadel Castellan Unimpeded Trespasser / Uninvited Geist Rhox Maulers Tropan Freeblade Accursed Witch [Clue] Runaway Carriage Vessel of Nascency Dissension in the Ranks Vessel of Malignity Obsessed Skinner Touch of Moonglove

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2021

Welcome to Whumptober 2021! May the Whump be with you :)

To all of you who participated last year - we have changed a few of the rules, but overall things have stayed the same. To everyone new: WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2021 Prompt List

No. 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO

“You have to let go” | barbed wire | bound

No. 2 - TALKING IS OVERRATED

garotte | choking | gagged

No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT...

taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

No. 4 - TRUST FALL

“Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

No. 5 - I’VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER

betrayal | misunderstanding | broken nose

No. 6 - TOUCH AND GO

bruises | touch starved | hunger

No. 7 - MY SPIDEY-SENSE IS TINGLING

helplessness | numbness | blindness

No. 8 - COUGHING UP A LUNG

pneumothorax | exotic illness | “Definitely just a cold”

No. 9 - RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED

presumed dead | (blind) rage | tears

No. 10 - OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN

hospital | flare-up | ice chips

No. 11 - JUST KEEP SWIMMING

adrift | drowning | dehydration

No. 12 - IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID

torture | made to watch | begging

No. 13 - THAT’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK

“This is gonna suck” | burns | cauterization

No. 14 - UNDER PRESSURE

crush injuries | beaten | force

No. 15 -​ FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER

delirium | fever dreams | bees

No. 16 - ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS

recovery | scars | aftermath

No. 17 - FIELD CARE 101

“Please don’t move!” | hemorrhage | dread

No. 18 - THE DOCTOR IS IN

“Now smile for the camera” | doctor’s visit | CPR

No. 19 - JUST A SCRATCH

bitten | bleeding | stabbing

No. 20 - LOST & FOUND

trunk | trapped under water | solitary confinement

No. 21 - THAT’S WHERE THE BLOOD’S SUPPOSED TO BE

bleeding through the bandages | pressure | blood-matted hair

No. 22 - THEY MADE ME DO IT

cursed | demon | obsession

No. 23 - YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT

auction | ransom | pursuit

No. 24 - ONE DOWN TWO TO GO

self-induced injuries to escape | flashback | revenge

No. 25 - HIDE & SEEK

escape | flight | hiding

No. 26 - YOU WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP

fallen | waterfall | trap door

No. 27 - I’M FINE. I PROM...

passing out | vertigo | collapse

No. 28 - IT’S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD

“Good. You’re finally awake.” | nightmares | panic

No. 29 - ALL WORK AND NO PLAY

“You’re still not dead?” | too weak to move | overworked

No. 30 - DIGGING YOUR GRAVE

major character death | left for dead | ghosts

No. 31 - HURT & COMFORT

disaster zone | trauma | prisoner

 Alternative Prompts List

losing control

threats

caning

mercy

forgotten

head injury

screaming

comfort

self-sacrifice

trapped

near death experience

regret

tragedy

battlefield

anxiety

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme.  These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2021 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?

When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days? 

Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.14, #underpressure). If you post works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.

Q. Will you reblog my post?

Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:

tag your post properly

post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards. 

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :) Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters using one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like to whump.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes,  but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice. 

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. 

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s.?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What is whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start writing early!

Q. How do I tag triggers?

Just tag the word, ex. emeto

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

If you want your work archived on the blog, then yes. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.  

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2021 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord or come into our ask box :)

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts)   (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

/

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

/

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

/

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

/

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

/

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

/

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.  

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

/

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?  

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

/

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

/

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

/

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

/

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on.  And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break. 

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

/

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

/

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[bloodycassian]

Short sword - Reader x Cassian bond. Shorter.

Prompt - i’m literally so obsessed with cassian rn could you write something with him? i was thinking something along the lines of a badass reader (i hate when the reader or oc is weak, like no we want a #girlboss) and idk you can continue the rest <3

"Get your winged bastards in the air. Now." You stood chest to chest with Thesan, not caring if your muddied armor smudged his fragile white robes. His eyes flared with rage, but he did not move. Such a bold move of a commander of a different court all together to be yelling orders to a high lord. The surrounding area seemed to pause, waiting for the impending fight. He scoffed, then finally turned from you. Those billowing robes began leaking light, readying him to winnow. You reached out, like a viper ready to catch its prey. Instead of the hood of that perfectly white robe, your hand was caught by a large tan hand. With a red siphon glowing atop it. You scowled, ripping your hand away from him. Thesan disappeared into a flash of white light. The surrounding crowd quickly got back to work when you shot them an icy glare. Seeing their legion commander bloodied and in a hellish mood was enough to strike fear in all of them. "We have our own forces to worry about." Cassian muttered under his breath so only you could hear. He kept pace with you easily, years of training and marching together ensuring so. Remembering how he would pin you so easily when you first started training only fuled you to train hard enough to be able to beat him. Hand to hand combat with him was your favorite, aside from the secret nights you laid together with him under an empty field of stars. You walked faster, boots slushing in the mud from too many soldiers in a small area. The smell of so many males was overwhelming to most, but years of camps exactly like this made you immune to any new smell. "And Thesan has his, which he isnt' worrying about in the slightest." You ground out through your teeth. You nodded to the server as you approached, picking up a bowl. "Thesan is posturing. How would it look if he took orders from a legionnaire of a different court?" "I dont give a shit how it looks, Cas. Your Illyrians are the ones that need the help." you took a bite of the stew. It burned your mouth but warmed your belly in a way that made everything else okay for a moment. It was bland, but after hours of battle anything tasted amazing. "Maybe you should be a little more concerned." You glanced at his dirty face. He scowled slightly, but didn't retaliate. He sipped his stew, much slower than you devoured yours. "I get you're pissed off, but we need to be strategic with our allies as well as the enemies." He said, voice soft. His boot knocked yours slightly under the table. A reminder to not rush. To not dive and give fully to battle. To not yield fully to that intense warrior side. Your heart gave slightly to that small touch. "We need to be able to come back from this." He set his spoon down, lowering a look at you. He didnt look away until your eyes met his. Your jaw clenched, holding back all the biting rage you had waiting inside. "We will make Thesan look a fool when we take that base without his Perregryns." You gave in to those warm eyes, knocking his foot back under the table. His grin was warm, welcoming. Proud. He took something from the bench seat beside him and held it out to you. Something wrapped in a thick white cloth. Marred by his dirty hands. "That's my commander." He said with a wild grin. He took the napkin from the plate and revealed a massive roll. Your mouth watered. You could have moaned. Maybe you did, because his laugh and blush made you glance around to see if anyone else had heard. "I need you here, always." He gripped your hand tightly before you took the roll. Your eyes met his, the strange seriousness there. The non comedic Cassian that you knew to rarely ever come out. You squeezed his hand back and nodded. Finally, he set the plate down in front of you. And you did in fact moan at the first bite. "Mother above, it's still warm." You savored the buttery softness in your mouth. Cassian laughed, wiping his hands with the napkin. "Only the best for you." You didnt care that people watched as you devoured the roll, or that you kicked Cassian under the table when he commented about those sounds you

made. You were distracted from the irritation Thesan brought, for the moment at least. Cassian and brought you that peace. You would be forever grateful. "Tell me, what was your plan once you had grabbed Thesan?" Cassian said around a mouth of stew. The dining hall around began filling up more as soldiers returned from their watches and switched shifts. The loud clattering of plates and bowls made the environment more welcoming. You wiped the crumbs from your mouth, taking a long drink and considering before answering. "I dont really know. Pray, maybe? That he wouldn't kill me. Or his Guards wouldnt I guess." Cassian rolled his eyes, but remained unsurprised at that. "Maybe hold him down as best I could in the mud until he agreed to letting his Peregryns fight with us." "I dont think mud will bother him much." Cas slurped the broth from the bowl, dripping slightly on to his black armor."I've seen him in battle." His eyes seemed haunted for a second before he shook it off. You watched as he finished the stew completely, much like you had minutes before him. You checked your sword at your side habitually. Like running your hand over your arm, feeling for any bumps or scratches. "You gotta stop doing that. You're going to put a wear mark in it." He scolded lightly, eyeing your hand on the pommel of your blade. You glared at him, he was always criticizing how much he thought you over relied on your short sword and not the longsword on your back. "Get the blacksmiths to forge a shorter long sword, then I'll use it." you stood, "Wouldn't that still be a short sword but lighter?" He fell right into your innuendo, face first. A rarity for him. You knew he would have caught it if you both weren't so battle ready. You said the rest a bit louder than necessary - "The length of the sword doesn't matter, what does is how it's wielded." You winked before walking away. soft chuckles rang out near him. He sat in silence and cursed at your back, watching you walk out of the dining hall. He noted each warrior that glanced a bit too long, and let his rage simmer. Save it for another time. He gripped his bowl a bit harder than necessary when he placed it in the bin of dirty dishes.

[kats-kradle]

Ooooh fic prompts! What do you think of 48. Rampage, with Ronon and Sheppard from SGA (not a ship, I like their relationship as it is :) ). Angsty, preferably ;) like Ronon goes on a rampage after something happens to Sheppard maybe 🤔🥺

Thanks in advance :D

*screeching* *sounds of a chair breaking somewhere* COME IN COME IN OH MY A  C U S T O M E R

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I hope you enjoy this!

The one time the jumper had dropped them off at a previous suspected uninhabited area of the planet—the one time—they had to run into an angry mob of villagers who, after a few questions that in hindsight could have been phrased a bit better, mistakened them for Wraith worshipers—oh, and they had guns.

Ronon and John had made it into a small clearing after calling for the jumper to come back, and held their ground relatively well before... somehow, Ronon knew what was about to happen before it did. Maybe it was because he had been half-anticipating it ever since John had been forced to ditch his bulletproof vest after it got caught in a trap—but despite this, he hadn’t fully considered it could actually happen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the mob take aim and pull a trigger.

“Sheppard!” he yelled, running toward the other man as fast as he could. He wasn’t fast enough. Even after years and years and years of running, he was fast enough. It happened almost in a slowed way, like the action movies that John was obsessed with—in a way, it was sickeningly ironic. He watched in horror as the bullet pierced his chest and John stumbled back at the impact, before collapsing to his knees, a stunned look on his face. The world sped up again and Ronon grabbed him and ran for cover, sitting him up behind a rock. The blood had already started soaking the front of John’s shirt, slick on his hands, marking everything with red. John choked back a cough as his breath stuttered, his hands scrambling against his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding, stop the pain, anything. Ronon replaced John’s hands on the wound and muttered an apology as John hissed at the pressure. If John noticed that his hands were shaking, he said nothing. They both flinched as a new round of attack started up.

“Can’t they stop for a damn minute?” John groaned. Ronon glanced up nervously as the gunfire moved closer. John coughed again, his eyes squeezing shut against the pain, and blood dripped down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, but when he tried to breathe in there was a sickening rattling sound, and he couldn’t prevent another cough. The gunfire kept getting nearer and nearer. Bullets were ricocheting off of the rock. Ronon could hear their whoops of celebration that they had hit one, their cries of “let’s finish him off!”—not on his life—and something inside of him snapped, releasing a roar that was more animal than human. John jumped at the sound but Ronon paid him no heed, grabbing his gun and leaping out from behind their cover. His vision was tainted with red, and blood rushed past his ears as he shot down man after man, unwilling and unable to show any mercy. Those that ventured too close to him were quickly disposed of by his blade. His only thoughts were to protect John, and to make them pay for what they did to him, for taking joy in what they did to him. Bodies were soon strewn around the field; each one injured, dead, or dying. He stood in the middle of it all, breathing hard, his nostrils flaring and a wild look in his eye as he survived his work. A branch cracked and he whipped his gun around, almost pulling the trigger and shooting Teyla.

“It is just me!” she yelled. Ronon hesitated before lowering his weapon. Teyla swept her eyes around the field, then back to Ronon, her expression changing to something almost similar to fear.

“What did you do?” she asked. Ronon shook his head, running back to the rock where John was safely hidden. His stomach dropped as he saw that John’s eyes were closed.

“He’s—he’s not awake anymore,” he said, fear clawing at his throat and nearly throttling the words before they made it out. Teyla nodded, her brow creasing in a worried frown.

“Bring him this way, quickly!” she ordered. Ronon scooped his friend up as gently as possible, hurrying after Teyla. She led him to the jumper in a nearby clearing, and they quickly loaded up and headed to the gate.

“We’re ten minutes out, do you think he can make it that long?” the pilot asked. Ronon didn’t recognize him, but allowed him receive the full force of his glare at the fact that he would even suggest such a thing; but as the pilot shrank back in his chair, the fear of the situation pummeled at Ronon’s mind. He slid down the wall, cradling his friend protectively, a childlike superstition deep inside that it would be somehow enough to protect John from the clutches of death. Teyla passed him some pads and he automatically pressed them to the hole in John’s chest, the wheezing breaths both alarming and comforting him. Every second was too long, but yet somehow Ronon wasn’t quite sure exactly when the had reached Atlantis—suddenly it was too loud, too bright, too many hands pulling and grabbing for John—he growled, wrapping himself tighter around his friend.

“It’s alright, lad, we’re here to help him,” he heard someone say urgently. Beckett. He released John’s limp body instantly and it was carted away in the blink of an eye. He watched them leave, a hollow feeling inside of him. All he could smell was the blood. It coated his hands, his shirt—he wasn’t even sure how much of it was John’s, and how much was from... from... he dropped his head, his mind reeling as he remembered his rampage, how each of the bodies dropped to the ground—it had just been a misunderstanding on their part—how many had been innocent?

“Ronon?” Teyla asked carefully, crouching in front of him. He glanced at her for only a moment before looking back down, unable to meet her eyes. “I... I will have to make a report,” she said gently, “I do not know what Dr. Weir will say, but I know that you acted in self-defense.” But did he? He stood abruptly, stalking out of the jumper.

After cleaning himself up—there was so much blood—he resolutely parked himself in a chair by John’s bedside, despite being told he probably wouldn’t wake for a few hours. The image of his bloodied and limp body refused to leave him, and he took comfort in watching the rise and fall of John’s chest, in hearing the steady beeping of the machines that told him his friend was still alive. Dr. Weir stopped by to let him know she had received Teyla’s report; she consented that it had been a matter of self-defense, but he saw the same unease behind her eyes that had been in Teyla’s, and they both knew it had been something more than just self-defense. Grimly, Ronon resigned himself to that fact—but as he watched John resting peacefully in the hospital bed, he knew he would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

[songsformonkeys]

Burning Alive (dave york x reader)

summary: Dave York smut, inspired by the lyrics to the song Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

word count: 2600

rating: explicit

warnings: there’s no plot here, just filth

notes:  Thanks to my lovely friend @yespolkadotkitty​ for beta and enabling this weird and sudden obsession with Dave York <3

Link to AO3

Burning Alive

It's a beautiful house, small but picturesque. It has a big wrap around porch and it is painted in a light shade of blue, which you suspect makes it blend into the sky on cloudless days. It's too dark to tell now. There isn't really a garden but rather a big expanse of grass with the occasional appletrees strewn about and, standing just outside the front door, you would have the most beautiful view of a mirror-flat lake during daytime. The place would look like the perfect postcard. If it weren't for the four dead bodies inside and the, close to, overwhelming smell of gasoline.

”Come on now. Strike the match,” your partner says, a little impatiently, as he emerges from the depths of the house with the now empty canister of gasoline. You have half a mind to tell him to chill and ask him if he'd preferred that you set fire to the house while he was still in it, but you're a little too afraid of what the answer would be. Besides, you know that whatever argument you start with a man like Dave York, you're going to regret later.

Dave snaps his gloved fingers. The sound of the snap is dulled but it gets the point across. You pull the box of matches from the pocket of your jacket and strike one. For a moment, as the small flame flares up, it feels like time is slowing down and you look up at Dave's face. He's watching the tiny flame too and the harsh shadows the glow casts across his face makes him look just as dangerous as you know he is. You want him to kiss you senseless, take you right then and there against the car. Your grip on the match tightens and you toss it into the house before you accidentally snap it in half.

The flames immediately take hold and start spreading. Dave spares it only a moment's glance to make sure the match survived the trip through the air before turning back to the car. You stay for a few moments longer, to watch, feeling a sense of wonder at the beauty and power of the flames as they engulf the house.

When you eventually tear your eyes away and turn to join Dave, you catch him leaning against the side of the car watching, not the house but you. It's too dark to make out the expression on his face but you know and as you walk over to him you put a little extra sway into your hips.

¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨

The car ride back to the motel is silent, apart from the purr of the engine. The purr might as well be coming from you. The thrum of excitement and anticipation has your body feeling taut like a bowstring. Every time Dave moves, you almost jump out of your skin. You never know when the first touch will come and his face is impossible to read, even after years of watching him. Sometimes you don't even make it off the scene of the crime before he's on you, and sometimes he suggests you stop for dinner on the way home and by the time his hands finally touch you, you're close to tears. You can't tell which scenario you prefer.

You and Dave have been working together for five years. On the job, you know just how he works and what he's capable of, but outside of the jobs you do, you know next to nothing about him. You don't know what he does other than killing, if he has a different job or a family even.

Dave knows more about you than you know of him. You don't know exactly how much. He knows where you live at least. He proved that a couple of years ago.

It had been a particularly nasty job. Things had gone to shit, the wrong mark had been killed and you had decided that was the final straw. You wanted out. So the next time the phone rang with an offer of a job, you ignored it. It rang again half an hour later. You ignored that too. After the third time, it stopped ringing. As the day passed, you felt lighter, like the air was a little easier to breathe. You went to the movies by yourself and watched a movie you had little interest in, but you felt normal. On the way home afterward, you even bought a bouquet of yellow tulips. You felt free.

Right up until you'd entered your apartment and found Dave in the kitchen. He'd been furious, demanding to know where you'd been. He'd paused for a second when he spotted the flowers in your arms. It had been as if he couldn't quite fit the puzzle pieces of you with flowers, instead of a gun or a knife, together. The confusion lasted for a brief moment before he'd stalked over to you. You'd dropped the flowers, ready to defend yourself, but Dave hadn't fought you, at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, he'd crashed your mouths together with a force that you thought might crack a tooth. That was your first time. After a kiss that felt like a punishment, you had proceeded to rip each other’s clothes off, the tulips trampled to bits on the floor, before Dave had bent you over the kitchen counter. And as he'd sunk deep into you, he'd leaned over your back to hiss in your ear:

”You don't get to quit. We burn together, you and I”.

Sometimes you still entertain the thought that he will show up at your home again, but deep down you know that if he does, it'll be to kill you.

¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨

You get to the motel and Dave kills the engine. He doesn't say anything and there's a frown on his face. It doesn't matter. You know the drill. In a smooth motion, you slide out of the car and walk towards the front desk. As you walk, you can feel the slick between your legs that has begun to seep through your panties. You rent a room for the night and the person behind the desk hands you the keys without barely even looking at you. You wonder if that's something they've trained themselves to do. The people who come to a place like this don't want to be seen.

As you walk out, you wave the keys in the air for Dave to see before heading straight for the room. You hear the car door open and slam shut behind you. The numbers on the keyring are a bit worn and it takes you a minute to figure out whether the last number is an 8 or a 9. In the end, you're 90% certain that it's a 9 and you decide to try it.

You have barely gotten the key in the lock when two hands suddenly grip your hips roughly and pull you back against a hard chest. You jump, hadn't heard Dave come up behind you, and as the surprised noise escapes your throat you hear him chuckle.

Dave bats your hand away from the key and unlocks the door himself. He yanks the key out and tosses it on the table, where it skids to a stop just before it slides over the edge and onto the floor. And damn if that isn't symbolic of what you're pretty sure is about to happen.

Dave propels the two of you forward, kicks the door shut behind you and before you have time to register what he's doing, he has you pressed up against a wall. His forearm is like a vice across your chest and he uses one of his knees to nudge your legs apart. He's staring you straight in the eyes. There's a wildfire there and you know, without a doubt, that you're gonna let him burn you.

”Dave,” you breathe and when he reaches a hand up towards your face, you think for a second that he's going to caress you. Then he presses the tip of his index finger lightly against your lips and murmurs ”Open.”

You immediately obey and suck the digit into your mouth. Dave makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and presses closer. You can feel the hard line of his cock firmly against your hip.

The pad of his finger feels rough against your tongue when you suck it deeper into your mouth, still holding his gaze with yours. His hand smells faintly of gasoline.

When Dave pulls his finger out, it's with a soft 'pop' from your lips. His other hand has cleverly worked open the button of your pants and the slow 'tic tic tic' as he pulls the zipper down, sends shivers down your spine.

You've done this so many times before. There's never a question of if this is going to happen, only of when and how. There's an unpredictability about Dave which makes every time feel as exciting as the first.

He holds you trapped against the wall as he works his fingers into your pants and into you. You gasp at the first stretch of his fingers and he wastes no time before hooking his fingers to rub at that spot inside you, that's he's well aware drives you absolutely wild. Your eyes fall shut. You toss your head back and it connects with the wall behind you with a thud.

”Careful,” Dave says, in one of his rare moments of showing consideration.

”The wall isn't what's gonna kill me,” you whimper as his fingers pick up pace.

”I know,” Dave says and your eyes fly open as he roughly thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, forcing you up on your tippy-toes. You don't ask him to elaborate on his comment.

Dave knows just how to keep you balancing on that fine line between pain and pleasure. He's rough but it's what you need, to know for certain that you're still alive. Years of working these jobs have turned you numb to so many things in life. These moments with Dave are the only times when you truly feel something. It's not love. That's too sentimental an emotion. But desire, pure and raw, and all-consuming. You want Dave, and there's no scenario where that ends well.

Your first orgasm has your knees buckling and it's only Dave's arm, still across your chest, that keeps you standing.

In yet another act of kindness, he lets you catch your breath slightly, before he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. You lick them clean and he watches you like a starving man.

His fingers are soon replaced by his lips and he gives you a bruising kiss. Dave's left hand rests gently around your throat, his thumb and index finger only just grazing your jawline for support. He doesn't press down, not yet anyway. But with Dave, you can never quite know how far he will take it. Sometimes you suspect that he doesn't quite know either. More than once, after the heat and flames have died out, you've caught him touching a bruise on your skin with an almost surprised look on his face. Like he can't quite remember marking you that way.

It's all part of the Dave York experience, and you want more. Reaching between you, your fingers find the zipper to his green camo jacket. You yank it down and push the jacket off his shoulders before reaching for his pants. Dave doesn't help you. Instead, he just watches you, with his own face inches away from yours and with an infuriating smirk on his lips, as your desperation increases over not getting his clothes off fast enough. It's only when your fingers attempt to sneak under the edge of his underwear that he steps back and lets you go. You stumble as the pressure of his body against yours suddenly disappears, but manage to regain your balance just in time to catch Dave kicking his pants off. He stands before you and for a few seconds, you allow yourself to just drink in the visage of this man before you, wearing nothing but a worn t-shirt and a pair of underwear.

Beautiful isn't the right word, but your body yearns for him.

So you quickly shimmy out of your own pants and soaked underwear, and pull your shirt and sports bra over your head.

Dave holds his hand out for you, like he's asking you to dance. In a way, that's just what this is. When you take the hand, he yanks you close and bites down on your neck as he lets his hands rediscover the newly exposed skin. You can practically feel the bruises forming as he grips your hips tight and grinds you against him for some friction.

”Bed,” he orders and by God if that doesn't send a surge of heat through you. You grip the hem of his t-shirt and begin walking backwards towards the bed. Dave follows but lifts his arms to allow you to pull the shirt off. As soon as he's free of the fabric, he manhandles you onto the bed.

It's half wrestling, a half-hearted attempt for dominance, but Dave always wins and soon he's got you on all fours in front of him, keening as he runs his thumb along your slick folds. You can't think straight. You hear the tear of a condom-wrapper and when the head of his cock pushes into you, you feel like crying from desperation.

Luckily, Dave is well past the teasing portion of the evening and so he immediately sets a brutal pace that would have had you banging your head against the headboard repeatedly, if you hadn't anticipated this and given yourself some extra space.

You moan and say his name, the sounds forced out of you which each violent thrust. His breathing is labored but he doesn't say anything. You're used to this. Dave isn't really a talker, unless it's to give orders.

Your second orgasm is rapidly approaching and you can feel Dave's thrusts getting more and more erratic, which is a sign that he's drawing close as well. Balancing your weight on one arm, you reach down to touch yourself with the other. You're impossibly wet already and your finger slides easily over your clit, which is good because the pleasure is making you rapidly lose all fine motor skills.

Dave comes first, with a low groan and a few more punishing thrusts before he folds his upper body over you to suck a mark into the skin of your shoulder and to reach around and help push you the last short distance over the edge. The second orgasm is just as powerful as the first and this time you actually do collapse onto the bed, with Dave still on top of and inside you.

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Afterward, Dave is still silent. But it's a different silence from the one before, less charged. This is where you take the reins. This is where he shrinks and you grow. He's next to you on the bed, with his head resting on your chest. He looks smaller somehow. Softer. This is where you get to push his buttons.

You grip his chin gently and tilt his head up. Then you kiss him like he's something precious and with each kiss, you feel him break a little against your lips.

”You and I, we burn together,” you whisper. This is all you have and there's no telling for how long. There's no happy ending for people like you. Just a box of matches and the promise of a spark.

[hannie-dul-set]

when jaehyun said he was picking you up to go somewhere, you didn't exactly expect to be found in the middle of nowhere. trees were lining the field from a faraway distance and the tall grasses sunk from underneath you. the two of you were leaning against the side of his car on top of a hill on god knows where with no one else but the stars, the moon, and the both of you.

"drinking wine straight out of the bottle— aren't you a classy man?"

a laugh reverberated from jaehyun's throat and he looked at you under the solace of the inky night sky. "let me have my moments, miss y/n."

you sat beside him on the grassy clearing, lightly playing with one of his hands and you looked up to him, only to see downcast drenching his pretty features. letting go of his hand, you sighed and sat up straight, stirring confusion from the male.

"alright, mr. jung," you narrowed your eyes at him. "what's going on in your head? why are you being all sad?" 

he let out a huff of air, lips upturned into a semi-forced smile as he gently took your hand back into his, lacing his fingers into yours. "is it that obvious?"

"you're transparent, jaehyun."

sighing, he adjusted his position and took another swig at the hard drink. "you know how overboard some girls may get around me, right?"

"i've witnessed first hand during your party," you laugh, remembering how panicked he looked during that time. "it was a pitiful sight."

"it wasn't pitiful."

the words left like a soft whine from his lips and you continued to tease him, saying that he looked like a small mouse (ironic, considering his stature) being fought over by a group of wild cats, much to his displeasure.

"anyways," he coughed out, a light wash of pink dousing his cheeks, both from your previous joking and the slight chill of the night's wind. "there's this one girl named seonha— i've never told you about her— and, uh, i wouldn't say she's obsessed with me, but—"

"she's obsessed with you?"

you finished, quirking your brow at him and he hesitantly nodded. "yes, you can say that."

"hm," you hummed. "why, what'd she do?"

"a lot of things," he sighed. "her family is closely knitted with mine so i'd met here during one of their charity auctions. since then, she wouldn't stop following me around— in my office building, when i'm out with mark and johnny. hell, even when i'm out of the country."

jaehyun's exasperation ran through his voice as he continued to tell you about the girl.

"she'd even stir up dating rumors about us two which is messed up all on its own. you could argue that at least there's only one of them bothering me, but it's like selling off a few floods for one gigantic storm," the now empty wine bottle was long forgotten on the ground. jaehyun went on with his rant, raking his free hand into his hair. "johnny and mark had told me to file a restraining order, but that wouldn't do anything considering their family's influence, so i have no choice but to deal with her."

the light chirping of crickets amplified the depth of the evening. you guessed it was already around ten, maybe even later than that. it crossed your mind for a short moment that you had work tomorrow, but that thought quickly diminished into thin air.

"has she still been bothering you lately? i don't think i noticed her around you before," you asked, moving your head away to look at him. his hair was in a slight mess and he was slightly tinged pink. yet underneath the glow of the moonlight, he was still as tantalizing as the nighttime sky.

"she's been on a trip to italy these past few months," he softly replied, gazing down at you like your very own moon. "but she's also been texting me nonstop so that's something."

"well, at least she's not here right now."

"about that," jaehyun enunciated. "she's coming back here in a week."

you went silent and jaehyun could feel his heartbeat slowly but surely rising. were you upset that he'd just told you now? did knowing about seonha bother you? it's not easy for jaehyun to read people's emotions— he'd always been lacking with that category. the longer your silence, the tighter his chest got.

"will you be okay?"

like a sudden breath of warmth, your voice pierced through him and suddenly he can breathe again.

"do i have to protect you like last time?"

the teasing tone in your voice relieved him but at the same time it caused him to glare at you, feigning fake offense and you laughed at him. at least he knew you're not upset.

"i'll be fine, you don't have to worry," he said, giving you a smile of assurance. you detached your hand from his and decided to scoot closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and he naturally found his arm around your waist. "but, enough about that— how was your day, miss y/n?"

"you don't wanna hear about my day. it's as boring as it could get," you reasoned, letting out a small yawn afterwards.

"i do want to hear," he pressed. "i don't mind if it's boring or not. i like listening to you speak."

he caught you off guard with that, to say the least, and you quickly snapped your head to face him. your mind concluded that it was a fatal mistake to do that since now your faces are mere centimeters apart, noses nearly touching. the cold air that was once biting at your skin was suddenly deemed nonexistent due to the sudden rising of the heat.

"a—alright," you stammered, diverting your attention to the sky instead. "if you fall asleep listening, then don't say i didn't warn you, jaehyun."

and so you went on about your day. starting from how you almost got late to your first job because jungwoo and donghyuck thought it was a good idea to barge into your house at four in the morning for a sudden non-sleepover sleepover. then you told him about the adorably gigantic dog you spotted while you were headed for lunch. and now you were talking about one annoying customer you had earlier in the bakery.

"there were five other people in line after her, but apparently getting her blueberry muffin to exactly a hundred-ninety degrees fahrenheit was much more important," you groaned, dropping your head back against the steel of the car. "and of course, i went and reheated one damned muffin just so she would stop complaining."

jaehyun swore he was listening to you. he was attentive— very attentive, and paid the utmost attention to any changes on your features— the way brows bunched up whenever you stop to think for a moment, the way your cheeks were slightly flushed and how you tried to hide it with your hair, the way your lips enunciated each vowel and each consonant and—

fucking hell, your lips.

halfway through your muffin story, his ears were suddenly muffled, his surroundings were a blur, and all he could think about was how your lips would feel against his.

"hyuck always tells me that i'm a bit of a pushover sometimes, and i'm starting to think he's right."

he could hear his heart ringing against his ears. you paused for a moment, sinking your teeth over the plush of your lip in the midst of thought and jaehyun felt like he was being driven into a dangerous corner. 

"do you think i'm a pushover, jae?" your head jolted to face jaehyun and his breath was suddenly caught inside his throat along with the sudden thoughts of you overlapping with more thoughts of you, bringing his mind to a combustible state of disarray. "jaehyun? you alright there?"

"oh— um, sorry," he coughed out. "i got a bit distracted, uh, what— what were you saying?"

his fluster was not only demonstrated by the cracks in his voice, but also by the way his cheeks were flaring scarlet and how he refused to look at you.

"distracted by what exactly?" you questioned.

jaehyun was a smart man. having graduated earlier than his peers and landing such a respectable spot in the company at a young age, you'd think he'd be articulate in every situation thrown at him, but somehow he found himself tripping over his own words."will— will i sound stupid if i say i got distracted by you?" 

oh my god.

"no no," you laughed, your heart suddenly caged inside an untamed whirlwind. you gently moved your left hand over his face, making him look into you. giddiness tugged at your cheeks, releasing an uncontrollable smile. "it's not stupid at all."

a simultaneous burst of dizzying bliss ruptured between the both of you— coming in the form of the identical beams on both of your faces, staring into each others' eyes as if the moon wasn't the brightest thing in the night.

and somehow, under the spectacle of a million stars,

you kissed.

it hadn't dawned on you that you'd waited for this moment to happen until it actually did. soft lips brushing against yours, rousing an unspeakable rush of heat. it was gentle at first— like the light tremors on the sea until the waves suddenly crashed onto you. his parted lips incessant against yours, leaving you in a buzz and on the brink of gasping for air.

until you felt him stop, abruptly pulling away from you with guilt ridden eyes.

"jae? is everything alright?"

"y/n, i— i'm sorry."

in the midst of your shared kiss, jaehyun realized something. and he couldn't bear the thought of it.

he had realized that he was in love with you.

so, so in love with you.

"i can't— i can't do this to you, y/n."

you felt a lump in your throat and you stared at him, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. was there something wrong— did you do something wrong? everything felt normal until now, everything felt right. but as you looked at him with tears threatening to spill, you'd thought that maybe none of this was right in the first place.

and maybe jaehyun had realized that, too.

"oh," you sucked in a breath, avoiding eye contact with him, and stumbled to get up from the ground. "right, of course. it— it would be damaging to your reputation if you're with me."

the icy breath of the air hit your face once you managed to stand up, the cold flooding your senses once more. "we both know that this wouldn't work out," you gazed down at him, only to see the glass stained heaviness in his eyes and you nearly broke down. turning your back at him, you swallowed, closing your eyes for a brief moment before choking out,

"i— i should go—"

"y/n, i love you."

you froze. everything froze. 

"my reputation, my image— god, all of those disappear when i'm with you," jaehyun's trembling voice seeped into every corner of your mind, restricting the air from coming into your lungs. "i'm… i'm not an expert when it comes to this but there is no denying that i am in love with you, y/n."

slowly, you went back to face him. jaehyun stood there, bearing his heart to you. the wind brushing against his hair as he looked at you with mist in glazing over his eyes. it was hard to not just run into his arms, telling him that you were also stupidly in love with him, but you held your words back, waiting for him to finish.

"but... with my job and everything," he stutters out. "i—i won't be able to dedicate all of my time to you, i won't be able to take care of you like i should, i—

i can't make you happy, y/n"

"but you already do."

there was a strong gust, breathing against your skin. you felt your heart drop to your knees, a constricting grasp replacing it in your chest as you felt the tears well up even more like a dam itching to break.

"do you think i don't know that? yes, i know you're busy— i know you have a shit ton of responsibilities to the point where you'd probably suffocate from them, and—and i know that sometimes finding time to have a single fucking conversation with you is sometimes impossible," your breath hitched, nearly choking over your own words but you went on. "but that has never stopped you from making me feel happy, jae. because even a single second spent with you can make make me happier than the rest of my life combined, so don't ever say that you can't make me happy because for fuck's sake— jung jaehyun, 

i'm at my happiest when i'm with you."

silence flooded. your breathing was scattered after all the things that you said, chest rising and falling in a repeated rhythm. jaehyun says nothing, only looking at you with an unidentifiable glimmer of heaviness in his face as he slowly walked towards you, closing in the space between you until it was practically insignificant. you could hear his heart beating.

he brings your face into his hands, not even realizing that you were crying until he gently wipes away the tears streaming down your cheeks. you look into him, his eyes pooling with oceans and oceans of emotions.

"i'm at my happiest when i'm with you, too."

a second kiss was shared that night— with a million stars watching over you.

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the classic rich boy and poor girl love story but with less prejudice and more happiness

28 // make you happy

a/n: woah it took nearly 30 parts but at least it happened ;)) this took three days of utter procrastination but i hope you liked it jhhxjsjsjs

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Behind the Screen - (Part 10)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count:3,000

Warnings:18+ (oral, fingering, Bucky get’s rough)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the day delay, life has caught up to me (when isn’t it???) I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter i attempted to write a steamier scene soooo hopefully i did it justice lol, thank you all for the feedback and reading on this series! 

Part 9 / SERIES MASTERLIST

“So how long do you think it’ll take Sam to catch on to us, Steve and Natasha already know, but I'm honestly surprised he hasn’t caught on,” Bucky murmured from where he rested against your bare chest, fingers drawing lines across your exposed skin.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, "I don’t think we give Wilson enough credit, I’m sure he knows,”

Bucky perked up at your words, “you think he knows?” he questioned, “why do you think that doll?”

“because you’re obsessed with me,” you deadpanned a teasing tone to your voice.

A lazy grin pulled at his lips, “me obsessed with you, I don’t know doll I'm not the one writing about you online, behind a screen,”

A smack resonated through the room, a low chuckle following, “awe come on doll, it was a joke, I'm flattered, besides look where that got us,” he murmured nipping at your skin.

“Have I ever told you you’re insufferable lately?”  

He placed a kiss to your sternum, “I think you’ve said it at least once or twice,”

“I think I need to drill it a couple more times, it seems you haven't caught on,” you teased.

Bucky moved up your body, his head finding its way into your neck, “you don’t mean that,” he murmured causing an unflattering squawk to leave your mouth.

“Buck,” you squealed, a loud laugh falling from your lips, “you little shit, Buck!” your body squirmed under his, your head trying to retract from his invasive lips.

“babe please!” you squeaked through your laughter.

The word halted Bucky and the onslaught on your neck, he moved his head away from your neck his head looming over yours as he looked down at you.

“now that’s something I wouldn’t mind hearing come out of your mouth a couple more times,” he grinned his hand cupping your cheek.

Your cheeks turned pink from the heat that creeped up your face, but settled warmly in your chest, “awe sweetheart you’re flustered,” he cooed fingers grasping your chin to keep you in place.

“Buck,” you whined your cheeks flaring more under the intensity of his stare. He chuckled watching you try to get away, even goin as far as to pull you both under the covers.

His warm breath fanned across your face his lips touched down on your nose, your cheek, then finally your lips.

“Let’s get some rest, have a feeling it’s going to be long day” he murmured pressing another kiss to your awaiting lips.

“So you and tin man were awfully close this morning, there something you wanna tell me?” You could hear the grin come through his voice.

You looked at Sam over your shoulder your scope forgotten, “is this really the time for this Wilson, if I miss my shot you have to go in,”

He held his hands up from where he was crouched next to you, “I’m just saying, you were awfully cozy need to see if I can make my move or not,”

Bucky’s crackly voice sounded through your ears, “what was that Barnes? Wilson smirked.

You rolled your eyes, returning them to the lens of your scope, “she’s accounted for,” his voice responded.

You could feel Sam’s eyes boring into the back of your head, your face heating up, “oh she’s accounted for?” he questioned a teasing tone in his voice, “and who are you seeing y/n?”

You went to open your mouth to give him a half-witted response to throw him off but Steve’s voice was crackling over the comms silencing you, “keep your eyes sharp, there’s movement on the floor,”

Things happened quick from there, you weren't sure where to even pinpoint where shit had hit the fan. The man in question got away and the tension was thick, you could feel Bucky’s body thrumming with anger from where he sat next to you, and you weren’t sure what you could do to help ease it. The tension and emotions radiating off the man next to you was suffocating, and at this point you just wanted to get off the jet it was too much.

Steve eventually came around to let you know that you would be docking soon, “Buck I'm going to need you to head straight to the debriefing room once we get to the tower, y/n you’re free to go relax you won’t be needed,”

You gave Steve a tight-lipped smile, looking over to Bucky whose jaw was clenched, teeth practically grinding in anger. You wanted to say something, anything to help ease the anger boiling under his skin, but you knew you’d be met with a wall, so you did what you always did when missions ended sideways.

You gave him a reassuring squeeze to his hand, hoping it would portray all the words you weren’t able to say.

The jet docked; you watched the others unload Bucky still sitting almost frozen next to you, you could see the inner turmoil on his tired features. You stood turning to him, your hand outstretched to his, he looked up at you with wary eyes.  

“Nobody blames you Buck, we’re not meant to win all our missions, there’s some that are bound to go sideways and nobody blames you,” a sigh left your lips as you ran you thumb over the skin on the back of his hand, “If you’re done brooding you can come to my room after the debriefing, and we can talk about it if you’d like.”

You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the tiniest hint of a smile tug at Bucky lip. Leaning down you placed a kiss to his lips.

“so you ARE accounted for,”

Your eyes were rolling a groan leaving your lips, you looked over to see Sam standing at the opening arms crossed, hip cocked, the brightest grin on his face.

“you were bound to find out,” you muttered squinting your eyes at him.

His mouth dropped open, his cock stance faltering, “what do you mean bound to find out?” he questioned as you grabbed your things walking towards him, “were you guys not going to tell me?” his voice raised an octave as you passed him.

You didn’t answer him as you continued to move forward, “Are you guys really a thing, were you really not going to tell me, your best friend, your literal wingman?” Sam questioned voice getting higher.

“I think you’re looking into that best friend thing too much,” you heard Bucky say.

“excuse me?!” you heard Sam argue, a chuckle falling from your lips as your feet carried you to your room.

You were pulling the sheets back on your bed, when your door was being swung open, the door hitting the wall with a thud. You looked over with wide eyes, Bucky stood there in the doorway, fist clenched, jaw ticked, body thrumming with tension.

“buck?” you questioned, his name falling from his lips had him surging forward.

His hands are grasping your face, your feet knocking into your bed, your mouth falls open in question but only gasp falls through as his lips are capturing yours roughly.

Your lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen, but the hold he has on you keeps you in place. His hands are leaving your face to wrap themselves around your thighs lifting you slightly to throw you onto the covers of your bed.  

You look up at him through hooded eyes, your chest rising and falling in short little gasps, Buckys eyes are raking your form, drinking in every inch of you. His hands reach for your legs pulling them apart, his eyes darken chest heaving, “Bucky wh-”

He slots between your open thighs, body falling forward as he mouths at the valley of your breasts. Your back arches, chest pushing further into his mouth as breathy little moans fall from your lips. He leans back his hands grabbing a hold of the top of you tank a rip sounding through the room as he tears your shirt down the middle. Your mouth drops in an o-shape, you want to argue that he had just demolished one of your favorite night shirts, but he’s working on your shorts next, “Bucky!” you whine.

Your breathy protest falls on deaf ears as your lacy panties are the next to go, “those were my favorite pair!”

“so, I'll buy you some new ones, “he mutters as he works off his shirt, “and then I'll tear those too,” he grunts as he shoves down his pants.

A low moan is spilling from your lips as you drink him in, Bucky was truly a piece of art to look at and you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of looking. He’s leaning down again his lips biting and sucking over the sensitive skin below your sternum, your body squirming and thrumming underneath his as his lips travel upward. He sucks a particularly harsh mark on to of the swell of your breast, your fingers thread through his hair holding him there.

“Jesus, fuck buck!” you hiss as he licks over the mark.

He looks up at you through his lashes, his lips sliding over as his tongue peeks out running over your taut nipple, his eyes are wild, body tense, its then that you get it, he needs this, he needs you. Grabbing his face in your hands you pull at him, he’s grunting low in his throat.

“c’mere babe,” you murmur the word putting him in calm state of mind as he begrudgingly gives in, his body following your hands.

You can feel his body thrumming where his skin meets yours, his eyes darkened over, you bring his head in closer to yours, lips hovering just above yours, “it’s okay Bucky, I trust you, you can let go,” you whispered lips brushing against his.

He’s sucking in a breath eyes softening over for just a second before their darkening over with lust, he surges forward lips pressing to yours roughly, it's all teeth and tongue, his fingers finding their way into your hair, tugging at your locks.

This kiss is over all too soon as Bucky leans up sitting on the backs of his knees, his right-hand trails down your face, fingers skimming their way down your body, your fingers catch around his wrist stopping him before he can reach your soaked warmth.

His brows draw in confusion, he watches as you sit up, your hand flattening against his chest as you push him from the bed till he’s standing. You move to the edge of the bed where you sink to the carpet on your floor. Shaky fingers wrap around the base of his hardened cock, a hiss falling from his lips. You look up at him through your lashes as you lean forward, the tip of your tongue swirling over the head of his cock. A low groan falls from his lips as you take him into your mouth sinking lower until your nose brushes against the hairs nestled around the length of him.

“fuck,” he moans, “fuck sweetheart,” he grits through his teeth.

You pull off his cock with a wet ‘pop’, his hand comes down to your face fingers sliding against you swollen spit slicked lips, “let go buck, you don’t have to hold back, just let go,” you murmured.

A low groan falls from his lips, his fingers move away from your lips up to your hair where they weave through your silky locks.

He’s bringing you forward, his hand guiding you, your mouth drops open as he pushes into the wet warmth of your mouth. His head falls back, a low groan bubbling from deep within his chest, “fuck y/n”

Adjusting yourself on your legs, you lean forward more, your hands reaching out to grip his thighs. Bucky’s initial thrusts are slow, tentative, but he gradually picks up the pace in which he fucks your mouth. Your jaw falls slack, tongue flattening along the bottom of his cock. The moans that are being drawn from the man above you have your thighs cleaning, the carpet beneath you wet with your slick.

Low chants of “fuck” are falling from Bucky’s lips his hands pulling you away, you look up at him and god if you aren’t the sexiest thing he has ever seen, and you on your knees for him, is just a whole other level of sexy.

His hands are wrapping themselves around your arms hauling you up, his lips crashing into yours, his tongue licking his way into your mouth. His hand has moved away from your arm trailing down your naked frame to your awaiting heat, index finger running over the folds of your mound, “fuck baby, you’re dripping,” he grins into your mouth.

You suck in a breath, head falling back as his finger glides back and forth through your wet slicked folds, his finger gliding over your aching clit.

“Bucky please,” you whine, your hand catching around his wrist to hold him there. His fingers circle over your clit giving it a few strokes, before he's pulling away from your grip to slide down to you entrance.

He’s watching you unmoving, another whine pulls from your lips, your pussy aching with need, “buck please,”

His fingers push in then, a pleasurable low moan falls from your lips at the feeling of being filled. His fingers flex within you, a beckoning motion that has your body arching your chest pressing into his. Bucky's skilled fingers work within you searching out that little bundle of nerves that will have you clenching and coming around his thick digits.

“fuck right there,” you hiss body jerking at the sensation

His fingers stay deep within you pressed against that sweet spot, he works them harder faster, wanting to see you come apart for him. Your body is twitching from pleasure against his hand, your thighs trembling as he brings you closer.  

“f-fuck, Bucky please!” you’re close, you’re so close the pleasure he’s bringing you is too much, it’s intense.

“Look at you sweetheart,” he whispers huskily, “look at you falling apart for me,” he leans down to nip at your chin, “you like getting fucked, you like to have my fingers deep inside of you baby?”

You can only nod, moans falling from your lips, his lips find your ear, “you gonna cum” he questions, “you going to come for me baby?”

The low moans that he is spilling into your ear is enough to send you over the edge, your body tensing up, thighs trembling as your orgasm washes over you. Moans are falling from your body as he continues to finger fuck you through the pleasurable waves.

You have no time to bask in your orgasm before your body is hitting the sheets of your bed, your legs being ripped apart harshly as Bucky finds his way between them.  A low growl is falling from his lips as he stares down at you, “fuck sweetheart, can’t get enough of you” he grunts as he pushes forward his cock sliding into your slick pussy.

Your jaw falls slack, back arching as he slides in to the hilt, your heat fluttering around his length. He’s pulling out till only the tip is in you before he’s surging forward, slamming into you, your body sliding up against the cooled sheets

Bucky’s hips start to thrust, his thick cock dragging along your walls, your walls fluttering as he picks up his speed, hard fast jarring thrusts leaving you breathless. Your fingers are curling into the sheets below you, legs wrapping around his waist to keep you locked to him, the erratic pace driving you up the bed.

The sensation of your approaching orgasm wash over you, and from Bucky’s faulty thrusts you can tell he’s close too. He’s fucking into you so roughly you’re sure to be sore tomorrow, his name falls from your lips in a silent prayer as he brings you closer and closer to that delicious pressure that is wanting to combust and leave you quaking in his hold.

The orgasm he brings you to catches you off guard, the pleasure building within blindsiding you. Your body goes tense, toes curling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around his length as you bring Bucky to his own end.

Your both breathing heavily as you come down, Bucky’s sliding off to the side his sweaty back falling to the cooled sheets below him. It takes you both a moment to come too, his body rolling over till he’s propped on his side looking down at you. You're smiling up at him lazily through your post orgasmic haze, his hand comes up to rub at your cheek, a lazy smile of his own tugging at his lips.

“well that was something,” he murmurs a low chuckle falling from his lips, “where exactly did that come from?”

You giggled turning on your side to inch closer to him, “you needed it Buck, I know you, and I knew you took this job hard, I knew you needed to let go, you were tense, you needed that release,”

“In which way?” he teases.

You roll your eyes smacking at his arm, “you know you’re giving me crap but I didn’t see you complaining,”

“How can I complain when you let me live out a fantasy sweetheart?”

You raised a brow at him, “fantasy?” you questioned a smirk pulling at your lips

“doll if only you knew the things, I plan on doing to you, this, this was just the beginning, you have no idea what I have in store for you,”

Your thighs are clenching at his words, a grin pulls at his lips, “you ready for round two?”

Part 11

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