#and this moment YES bb!! not only the best bond but them hips and the premiere southern accent gonna change his career trajectory

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DANIEL CRAIG on The Graham Norton Show (25.11.22)

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I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS

They’re literally so good I can’t get over them!

I’d like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.

Thanks very much :)

-> thank you, bb😙

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)

Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend

Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancé when you were 16

You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you

After your mom’s death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you

He loved, protected and cared about you greatly

Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend

The reason why is because, he didn’t want you to feel left out or forgotten

He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world

Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again

And you knew this marriage was the answer

You helped your future step mom with everything

From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding — your step mother wanted your opinion on everything

You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling

While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something

“Sweetheart, I’m so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.”

You scrunch your face and immediately ask her “what’s wrong?”

“My son…” she hesitated but continued, “… I want to invite him to our wedding but I’m not sure how he’d react to me re-marrying. After all, he’s daddy’s boy.”

“You have a son? How come dad’s never told me?” You said and frowned

“Well, I don’t like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.”

“I don’t understand… why doesn’t he like you?”

“His dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesn’t then he’s missing out.”

She chuckled and started walking again

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for the reassurance.”

The wedding arrived faster than you imagined

Since the morning, you’ve been running back and forth, making sure everything’s perfect because you don’t want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed

The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party

The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset

You assumed it was because her son, “Taehyung” didn’t show up

You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do

The reception party was amazing

Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it

The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories

All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face

You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way

“Taehyung?”

Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him

She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected

“I see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know he’s wasting his time on a cheater?”

That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom

“If you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you can’t cooperate, you might as well go home.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m her daughter.” You said, proudly

“Step daughter, Taehyung.” Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea

Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar

“Please don’t let him spoil your night, ma. I’ll keep him out of trouble.”

You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no

He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you

You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it

Your eyes full of love and innocence

He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you weren’t interested

That’s when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around

6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother

Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back

She felt like her life was getting back together

You still lived with your parents, but they didn’t mind since you were in university

Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university

He was actually a professor at your university

One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyung’s place for one night

You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special

You agreed and packed your bags

Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place

He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect

He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free

The evening with him was going very well

He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V

Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy

You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice

He also had a solution to make you stop

He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him

You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion

You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction

Taehyung didn’t waste this opportunity and kissed you hard

He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit

You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up

He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster

“Have you ever played with yourself like this before?”

“N- No.”

“Let master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.”

He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide

He guided your hands on your clit

“Rub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.”

You started off slow but it wasn’t satisfying you so you increased your speed

You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit

“Rule number one, angel. You will not cum without master’s permission.”

“Okay.”

He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap

“Rule number two, you call me master. Understood?”

“Understood, master.”

“Good, angel. Master likes fast learners.”

Taehyung’s hand made it’s way back to your private area

He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal

“M-master! It hurts.”

“I know, angel. You’re so tight, that’s why…” he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, “angel, suck my finger.”

You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva

“Perfect, angel.”

He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier

“Master, don’t take it out. It feels good.” You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction

He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little

“Rule number three. You don’t tell master what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You said, softly

“Rule number four, you don’t whine. I don’t want any whining, angel. Or else, I won’t give you what you want.”

“I understand, master. It won’t happen again.”

You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy

You were so desperate for his touch and love

“Okay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.”

You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide

He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet you’d gotten just from all the teasing

He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip

You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed

He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you

You screamed a little because it was your first time

“M- Master. Slow.”

“It’s okay, angel. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”

He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow

“Master, it hurts!” You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears

Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster

After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure

You let go of his hands and held onto his back

“Master-mmmh!”

Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster

“M- Master! It feels so good.”

“I know. You’re taking me so well, angel.” He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine

Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you

All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw

The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by

You made him crazy

All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him

“Master, a- a little fa- faster, please. I’m close.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could

You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close

“Tell me angel, what was rule number one again?”

“Don’t c- cum without master’s permission.”

Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release

“Master! Please let me cum!” You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming

Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him

It was like paradise

“Master, please! I beg you! I can’t hold it!”

He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, “release, angel.”

You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up

Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room

“You did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.”

Just like that, you fell into his trap

[queenofcarrots]

Spoils to the Victor

Day Seven of Reylo Monster Week (@reylomonsters) is free choice, and I choose Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus, by Mary Shelley.

Content warning for descriptions of violence and major character death.

Tagging @kylo-of-sorrows, who asked for Kylo to have his beauty and grace taken from him, and this story may just do that trick.

Thanks to @lovethemfiercely, who is my beta for all my Reylo Monster Week stories.

Also on AO3

My entire life has been one long wait.

I waited on Jakku for my parents to come back to me.

Growing up, I would lie in my hammock and think of my parents, then I would sleep and dream of my friend.

There was a very brief moment when I finally got something, not exactly what I’d been waiting for, but something of my own. But now I'm waiting again, waiting for Ben to return. He left an hour ago, climbing the pathways up the narrow cliff edges to the temple where his uncle hides, mourning him, perhaps waiting for him. The darkness is complete, the moon has set and clouds obscure the stars, so he carried his lightsaber, red as blood, to light the way. And I sit here, in the doorway of the Millennium Falcon, waiting to see his light, to take him, finally, home.

Or not.

He was always there, from my very earliest memories. He soothed me as a baby, as a young child and, when my parents left me, he was always… just there. In my head, a steady presence, like the drone of the distant ships at the Niima Outpost. At night, in sleep, he would visit me and we would talk. I would tell him about my endless days, my hunger, my anger, and he would listen. He told me he would come find me, someday, that we could be together. I held onto that promise like a warm blanket when the desert nights get cold.

He was my only constant. Until that evening six years ago.

I still felt like a child, but my breasts were budding and sore and the matrons at the Outpost would say things like she’s starting to become a woman when they thought I couldn't hear. It was evening, and I was having a meal after a long, hard day out on the scavenger field. He was there, as always, the familiar buzz in the back of my head that told me he was asleep, and then the buzz was a scream that throbbed in my head, and then very suddenly it was quiet. Deathly quiet. I was on the floor, my meager uneaten food scattered around me, and I was utterly alone for the first time in my life.

I couldn’t function without him. I was empty. I somehow managed to get myself into my hammock, and I stayed there for a week; not eating, barely sleeping, just existing in my lonely emptiness.

But then, he was back. The buzz returned, as though with a spark, like touching a live wire in the wreckage in a starship. He was different, though, as was the connection. While it had been continuous and certain, it was now intermittent, unstable, no longer a constant; sometimes, for days at a time, I couldn’t feel him at all. Those days were torture but I learned to deal with it, with the emptiness. Ben was different, too, after that. We still spoke, and he sounded like himself, more or less, but he felt backwards, maybe, or inside out. As though he’d been cut into pieces and put together wrong.

Which is exactly what had happened. He finally explained it to me, just three weeks ago (has it only been three weeks?), after the first time we made love under the orange moon on Kashyyyk. I was despondent after Finn’s death, and Ben consoled me. Then he did more, and we felt good, both of us, felt really good for the first time in our lives.

I’m getting ahead of myself. What Ben told me is that, that evening six years before, his uncle, his Master, Luke Skywalker, had come to him while he slept. His uncle feared Ben’s darkness, his strength in the Force, and instead of talking to him, counseling him, the man murdered him. Using his lightsaber he cut Ben into pieces: head, torso, arms, legs. Then he gathered them together, dumped them in an unmanned pod, and set them adrift in space, in an attempt to hide his crime.

Ben was found by one who had been with him from childhood, much as he had been with me. But instead of offering friendship, partnership, love, this one wanted to use Ben’s power to further his own. And to do this, he needed Ben alive. So he took Ben’s body, his dismembered body, and spliced him back together using the same technology that the Emperor had used on Darth Vader decades earlier. He then returned Ben to life using the most corrupted Dark Side of the Force.

Ben wasn’t the same after his week away, but he wouldn’t explain why, and I didn’t understand; I swear I didn’t know. If I’d have known, would I have made different choices? Could things have ended in any other way? I don’t suppose I’ll ever know.

Four weeks ago, after days of silence, he told me it was time. He’d finally broken free from his Master, he said, and we could be together. I was ecstatic, of course; I’d been waiting for so very long. He offered to come to me on Jakku but I had already left; I told him to come to me on D'Qar and couldn't understand his hesitance. We agreed instead to meet on Kashyyyk, on the western edge of the Black Forest, which he said he knew from childhood. He said we could escape into the forest and live there, and then after we could go wherever we wished. We could be together.

I was already with the Resistance by then. As I mentioned, I’d already left Jakku with Finn and BB-8. I'd met Han Solo and General Leia, heard of the plan to find Luke Skywalker, the great savior of the Resistance, and watched from the Resistance headquarters on D’Qar as they destroyed the Starkiller. I had also barely escaped being captured by Kylo Ren on Takodana, a terrifying experience, and Finn told me later how that same man, that monster, had murdered Han Solo in cold blood. I swore that I hated him, he who would cause so much fear and pain. The morning after that last dream with Ben we received word that the Supreme Leader was dead, that Kylo Ren was missing, and that a struggle for power had commenced between General Hux and some of the old guard who came to the First Order from the Empire. This was good news; it would buy the Resistance time. Perhaps the First Order would even destroy itself.

I took the Falcon. I planned to go alone, but Finn found me at the last minute and insisted on coming along. I assured him that I would be safe, that Ben would take care of me; I’d known him my entire life, after all. But Finn… oh, my dear Finn. I had no idea, I swear I had no idea.

We landed on Kashyyyk as the sun was setting and the orange moon was rising. There were no other ships visible, but as we opened the door, lowering the gangway, someone stepped out of the treeline. Both Finn and I recognized him immediately, wrapped in black, the silver mask covering his face fixed in both of our brains. It was Kylo Ren. But I could feel him, and he was my Ben. And that was when I knew, and it all made sense.

I tried to tell Finn, but he was sure it was a trap, and he wanted to protect me, and he just wouldn’t listen. He ran down the gangway with blaster in hand, but Kylo pulled away the blaster, pulled out his saber and cut Finn down within a few seconds.

Finn was gone by the time I reached him.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The realization that Ben, my sweet Ben, was Kylo Ren, monster, murderer… But he listens to me, he came for me, he would never leave me. He’d also killed my best friend in cold blood, right in front of me. It was more than I could take. He had to carry me into the forest, to a small cabin in the treetops, where he tucked me into a warm little bed and fed me with hot soup made with the meat of the arrawtha-dyr.

He kept me there for three days, and for three days he refused to remove his mask in my presence. We talked, and I cried, and we felt each other through the bond and held each other close, and I forgave him.

At the end of the third day he unmasked himself for me. He told me not to be afraid, and I wasn’t. His gloves came off first, revealing large hands, yellow with blackened fingernails. Their backs were criss-crossed with small white scars, but they were beautiful. Next his mask, his helmet. His hair was black, lustrous and flowing; his teeth shone a pearly whiteness; but oh, his eyes, which must once have been lovely, were watery, and seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set. His complexion was grey and shriveled, and his lips, rather than being pink and full, were straight and black. I kissed those lips, and they kissed me back, and it was good because it was Ben and Ben was alive .

There was a scar rent across his face, and as he removed the rest of his clothing I could see that the scar continued down across his chest, meeting with a number of other scars. The scars marred yellow skin that scarcely covered the muscles and arteries beneath. Some of the scars were recent, including one that must have been from Chewie’s bowcaster. But there were others, the murderous cuts that had bisected his body; across his neck, from his left shoulder down to his right hip, another straight across his hips, both wrists, the tops of both thighs. His uncle had not gone easy on him, and my stomach churned to think of it.

But he was there, and he was alive . So I kissed his scars, all of them. His uncle had managed not to cut him between his legs, a small blessing but appreciated, so eventually I kissed him there too, I took him in my mouth and made him feel good, and then he did the same for me, and then I took him into my body and it felt like yes, this is right, this is how we are meant to be.

We spent over three weeks in that cabin in the treetops, making love and talking and exploring each other’s minds. And then, two days ago, Ben said it was time. He wanted to face Luke, to make him pay for what he’d done. I’d seen the map, the complete map showing where he was hiding, and Ben could see it in my head.

We set the course for this planet, which the old Jedi called Ahch-To , and we landed earlier this evening. And now I wait.

Ben shut me out, before he started the long hike up the mountain; he said he wanted to protect me in case he is killed again. He doesn’t want me to feel it. But I can’t feel him, now, it makes me powerless and I hate it. I don’t like not knowing what’s happening, up there in the temple, and I won’t know until he comes back down, or Luke comes down, or, perhaps, both of them together, or neither of them. Perhaps I’ll spend the rest of my life sitting here in the doorway, in the dark, waiting for my life to finally arrive.