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Embrace Uniqueness with Irregular Rings for Women: A Dazzling Array of 18k Gold Jewelry
Introduction:
In the world of fashion and jewelry, individuality and uniqueness have become key elements in expressing personal style. One trend that has gained immense popularity is the use of irregular rings for women. These distinctive pieces not only break away from traditional designs but also celebrate the beauty of imperfection. Among the exquisite options available, the 18k gold ring stands out as a symbol of timeless elegance, offering a touch of luxury and sophistication.
The Allure of 18k Gold Rings: The enduring appeal of gold in jewelry is undeniable, and when crafted into a ring, it becomes a statement piece that transcends trends. The 18k gold ring, in particular, exudes a warm, rich glow that complements various skin tones. Whether worn alone for a minimalist look or stacked for a bolder statement, these rings are versatile and perfect for any occasion.
Embracing Warmth with the 18k Gold Hug Ring: A unique take on the traditional band, the 18k gold hug ring adds a touch of playfulness to your jewelry collection. The design, as the name suggests, mimics a gentle embrace around the finger, creating a dynamic and eye-catching effect. This ring is not just a piece of jewelry; it's a symbol of connection and warmth, making it an ideal gift for a loved one or a self-indulgent treat.
Artistry in Every Hammered Cuff Ring: The hammered cuff ring takes irregularity to the next level, featuring a textured surface that adds an artisanal touch. Each strike of the hammer creates a unique pattern, making every piece one-of-a-kind. This style is perfect for those who appreciate handcrafted details and want a ring that tells a story of craftsmanship and individuality.
Elegance Redefined with 18k Gold Filled Hoop Earrings: Hoop earrings have long been a staple in jewelry collections, but the 18k gold filled hoop earrings bring a fresh and luxurious twist to this classic style. The use of 18k gold ensures a lasting shine and durability, while the irregular shape adds a contemporary flair. These earrings effortlessly transition from day to night, making them a versatile and essential accessory.
Modern Sophistication in 18k Flat Hoop Earrings: For those who prefer a sleek and modern aesthetic, the 18k flat hoop earrings are a must-have. The flattened design offers a unique twist on the traditional hoop, creating a bold yet sophisticated look. These earrings are perfect for making a statement without being overly flashy, making them suitable for both casual and formal settings.
Personalized Charm with Choker Initial Necklace: Adding a personalized touch to your jewelry collection, the choker initial necklace combines the trend of initial jewelry with the timeless appeal of a choker. This piece allows you to carry the initial of a loved one or your own, creating a sentimental and stylish accessory. The choker length adds a contemporary edge, making it a versatile piece that complements various necklines.
Whimsical Delight: Gold Cherry Earrings: For a playful and whimsical touch, gold cherry earrings are a delightful addition to any jewelry collection. The unique design showcases the beauty of nature in a charming and artistic way. These earrings are perfect for adding a touch of fun to your look and are sure to be a conversation starter.
Conclusion:
Irregular rings for women, adorned with elements like the 18k gold ring, hammered cuff ring, and 18k gold filled hoop earrings, offer a fresh perspective on jewelry design. The beauty of imperfection and the celebration of individuality are at the forefront of this trend, providing fashion enthusiasts with a diverse range of options to express their unique style. Whether you opt for a timeless 18k gold piece or embrace the contemporary allure of irregular designs, these jewelry pieces are sure to make a statement and stand the test of time.
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- Serenity Midnight Out accessory set conversion -
All credits go to @serenity-cc - These are not my meshes nor textures! Original here;
SARAH EARRINGS
TF-EF
404 polycount
2 recolourable channels
5 presets
Bones - all LODS
Everyday, Formal, Sleepwear, Athletic, Career, Outerwear, Maternity, Not valid for random
SARAH CHOKER
TF-AF
996 polycount
3 recolourable channels
4 presets
Morphed - all LODS
Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Maternity, Not valid for random
SARAH NECKLACE
TF-EF
601 polycount
2 recolourable channels
5 presets
Morphed - all LODS
Everyday, Formal, Sleepwear, Swimwear, Athletic, Career, Outerwear, Maternity Not valid for random
MIDNIGHT CHOKER
TF - AF
40 polycount
1 recolourable channel
5 presets
Morphed - all LODS
Everyday, Formal, Sleepwear, Swimwear, Athletic, Career, Outerwear, Maternity, Not valid for random
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Midnight Choker's transparency looks solid initially loading it in CAS due to shader - it looks like the preview in Live Mode. [!!]
Sarah Necklace has some slight discoloration in CAS due to UV overlap - all fine in Live Mode.
You can combine Midnight Choker + Sarah Necklace with Nraas - just like in Serenity's preview.
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౨ৎ PAIRING— jeong yunho x reader
౨ৎ GENRE— angst, fluff, established relationship, fem!reader
౨ৎ WARNINGS— little bit of angst, mostly fluff, yunho is a soft boy
౨ৎ WORD COUNT— 3.6k
౨ৎ SUMMARY— it isn’t no way home. it’s one way home, and that way is yunho.
౨ৎ A/N— i just love yunho so much :( feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading, loves!!
You walk into your apartment, kicking off your shoes and placing your purse in one of the chairs at your kitchen counter. When you finally take a seat on your couch, sighing in relief at the feeling of finally getting to sit down after a lot of standing today at work. Suddenly, your phone buzzes, and you frown, grabbing it from beside you to look at it. —Excited for tonight!! It’s my turn to pick a movie ;) “Oh shoot!” you exclaim, jumping up as soon as you read the text, throwing the phone down and hurrying to get ready for a shower. Yunho can’t come over seeing you like this, even though he’s your boyfriend and he’s told you before not to worry about your appearance around him. You still like to feel good about yourself, though, as much as you can. After grabbing a change of clothes, you head into the bathroom to hop into the shower, hoping you’ll have enough time to finish before Yunho arrives, not to mention you still have to make dinner. Although, you might be able to convince him takeout is a good option to tonight. You find yourself lost in thought about the best way to convince him, when you hear your front door open. Your eyes widen as you turn the water off, rushing to dry off and change clothes. It obviously isn’t the first time Yunho has let himself in, in fact he does it quite often, but you’re usually a little more prepared. Leaving the bathroom once you feel presentable, you walk out of your bedroom and into the living room, looking around for your boyfriend. Suddenly, you feel someone place their hands over your eyes, laughing. “Guess who?”
You smile once you’re over the initial jumpscare, “Oh, I don’t know�� Maybe my boyfriend who’s trying to give his girlfriend a heart attack?” “You barely flinched,” Yunho laughs, shaking his head as he spins you around, engulfing you in a hug, slightly lifting you off the ground. “Yunho!” you scold playfully, laughing once he puts you back on the ground. When you regain your balance, you look up at him, taking in his appearance today. His soft, chocolate brown hair frames his face, and he’d chosen a white, short-sleeved sweater, a choker necklace with the tiniest pearls all around it, finished off with black jeans. “You look like you’re going to an office or something,” you comment, quirking an eyebrow. “Not a comfy movie night.” “Sorry,” he pouts, his brown eyes softening, looking very puppy-like. “I just came from a meeting straight here.” “Don’t apologize,” you smile up at him. “You look really good, just not comfortable.” “It’s the jeans, right?” Yunho comments as you move around him to enter the kitchen, on a secret mission for your takeout menus. “I really need to ask if I can start wearing sweatpants to the meetings.” “Hm,” you hum, digging through your menu drawer. “Isn’t that the drawer of menus?” Yunho asks, taking a seat in one of your swivel chairs at the counter, watching you. “Yeah,” you look up at him sheepishly. “But babyyy,” Yunho’s shoulders slump as he whines. “You said you’d teach me to cook something today.” “I know, I know,” you step around the counter to him, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind, your chin resting against his shoulderblade as he leans against the counter on his elbows. “But we can do that next time, can’t we?” He turns around to face you, the small pout still visible on his lips, “You said that last time.” “I’m just really tired today,” you sigh, lowering you head for a moment before meeting Yunho’s gaze again. “We can order your favorite.” He pauses, thinking, “Alright, I guess. But next time?” “Thank you, thank you!” you beam up at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders in a tight, quick hug. “And yes, of course.” “I’ll hold you to it for real this time,” Yunho warns, making you nod quickly, overjoyed that he agreed so quickly.
When you try to remove yourself from his grip, he stops you, giving you another small pout. “No kisses?” “Huh?” you question, slightly taken aback by his boldness. “I’ve waited all day for kisses and cuddles, and I haven’t gotten any yet,” Yunho responds, giving you his puppy eyes that always make you fold. “Hm,” you pretend to think, but ultimately smile, leaning in closer to give him a soft, quick kiss, which tastes a little different this time, but a good different. “Are you wearing the peach chapstick I gave you?” “Yeah,” he breathes, looking a little shy. “I like it.” “So do I,” you grin cheekily, making him roll his eyes playfully before tickling your sides a little, making you squeal, giggling. “What do you wanna order?” Yunho asks once you’ve calmed down. “I said we’d order your favorite,” you raise an eyebrow at him. “So we’re ordering your favorite.” “We don’t actually have to, love,” he responds. “You’ve had a long day, and I’d like to make you happy.” “You’re too sweet sometimes, Yuyu,” you feel a swell of happiness in your chest at his care for you. “But I honestly just want to eat whatever you want.” “Honest?” Yunho asks, making sure. “Honest,” you nod, sticking your pinky out, something you both do to prove to each other that you’re telling the complete truth. He grins, linking his pinky with yours before lifting your joined pinkies to his lips, pressing a kiss to your finger with a wink that makes you swoon. “I’ll order, then,” he grabs his phone, getting ready to call. As he orders the food, you walk over to the living room, pulling out the plush, light blue blanket you usually use for movie nights. Yunho walks over to you once he finishes the call, laughing as he engulfs you in a hug from behind. “Yuyu!” you complain as he rests some of his weight against you. “Why are you being so cuddly today?” “You say that like I don’t do this every time we’re together,” Yunho scoffs, squeezing you once more before he releases you, plopping down onto the couch. “I just felt like mentioning it today,” you shrug, smirking as you plop down onto his lap with no warning. “Oof!” he grunts at the impact, shooting you a playful glare as he digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you until you give in, moving away from him to lay on the couch. “Yunhooo,” you whine after a few moments of him paying attention to the game show on the TV. He glances over at you to see your pout as you make grabby hands toward him. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, tilting his head to the side in question, resembling a puppy yet again.
“I want cuddles,” you respond with pleading eyes. “The food will be here soon,” Yunho counters, and you know he has a point, but he looks so fluffy with his fluffy brown hair and soft gaze. You can’t help wanting to have him to yourself for cuddles. “After we eat we can cuddle,” Yunho tells you, reaching for his phone to check his notifications. With a disappointed sigh, you look up at the ceiling, letting your arms drop onto your stomach. After a few minutes of silence, you look back over at him, perching yourself up on your elbows. “Your hair looks so soft.” He looks up from his phone to meet your gaze with a shy smile, “Thank you.” “I love your natural color hair,” you continue. “I’m glad it isn’t dyed right now.” “Yeah, I’m happy it isn’t dyed, too,” Yunho nods, agreeing. “I wanna touch it,” you immediately resort to puppy eyes, even though you already know he told you no to cuddles right now. “I know,” he responds cheekily, sticking his tongue out at you. “Rude,” you gasp. “Especially coming from someone who’s gonna pick Spiderman again tonight.” “Spiderman movies are good,” Yunho protests. “You look like Peter Parker with your natural hair,” you point out, making him scoff. “I’m not that good looking,” he responds, shaking his head. You toss a throw pillow at him, “Liar!” He laughs, tossing it back at you just as someone knocks on the door. Yunho jumps up to go get the food as you sit up, stretching. “It’s here!” he exclaims once he pays the delivery person. “Ready to eat?” After about an hour, you and Yunho finally make your way back to the couch, where you get settled to watch the movie. You’re about fifteen minutes into the action when Yunho shifts, his arm moving to rest around your shoulders, coaxing you to rest yours against his chest. His other hand finds yours under the blanket, interlacing your fingers with his. You pull his hand into your lap, glancing up at him with a small, sleepy grin, “I love you.” “I love you too, sunshine,” Yunho responds, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head. “I needed this,” you admit after a few moments, biting your lip as you absentmindedly play with Yunho’s fingers under the blanket. “You did?” he asks, looking down at you with curiosity. “Yeah,” you breathe. “I had a long day at work.”
“What happened?” Yunho asks, noticing your sudden shift in mood. “I just…” you trail off, your chin quivering slightly. “Everyone kept telling me I was doing everything wrong, and I tried to make them happy, but it’s never enough. Everyone always has better ideas than me and I feel useless.” “Baby,” Yunho frowns, sitting up more to turn you to look at him. “You’re anything but useless. And you can’t please everyone. You should know that.” “I know… I’m sorry,” you suck in a wobbly breath. “I didn’t mean to start crying and ruin our night.” “You aren’t ruining anything,” Yunho responds softly. “I want you to tell me when things are going wrong. It’s my job to be here for you, and I always will be. Alright?” You simply nod, shifting to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He coos at you, one hand rubbing your back soothingly while the other cradles your head against him. “You’re amazing, y/n,” Yunho tells you softly. “Don’t let anyone get you down. Promise?” You nod against him, too overwhelmed to say anything at the moment. When you’ve calmed down enough, you let a small smile take over your features, “You smell nice.” “Yeah?” he whispers, laughing slightly. “I think my new favorite scent on you is peach,” you pull away from his neck to look at him. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiles, his hands moving to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks soothingly. “Feeling better?” “Yeah,” you nuzzle into his hands, your eyelids fluttering closed at his soft touch. When you open your eyes again, Yunho is gazing at you lovingly, a soft smile on his face. “What is it?” you whisper, feeling a little shy under his intense gaze. “I was just thinking about how much I love you,” Yunho responds, making your face heat up. “I love you too, Yuyu,” you tell him when you control the butterflies in your stomach somewhat. Yunho smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss, which you melt right into. He has that effect on you. “I missed you this past week,” you tell him once you’re both settled back in, eyes on the TV screen again. “So did I,” Yunho responds softly, his thumb brushing against your knee under the blanket, making you shiver slightly before you snuggle further into his cozy sweater, letting your gaze fix back on the TV. It’s about fifteen minutes later when you start to grow a little bored of watching the movie, taking a quick glance up at Yunho, who still seems fully invested, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration. Sneakily, you carefully slip your cold fingers beneath his sweater, giggling when he jumps, his eyes darting to you in shock. “Y/nnnn,” he whines, wriggling a little at the chill your hands have caused. “I was warm!” “Exactly,” you grin cheekily. “And my hands are cold.”
Yunho shakes his head at you, trying to relax again and ignore your cold fingers. You watch him look back at the TV, and you sigh happily, sliding your hands up a little further against his toned stomach. Yunho tenses for a moment and you hold back a giggle, knowing he’s struggling to stay put and not shove you off. Feeling even more mischievous, you wiggle your fingers slightly, laughing when he immediately jolts with a small yelp. “Sorry,” you mumble, though the smirk on your face that Yunho can’t see proves you’re not really sorry. “You know I’m ticklish,” Yunho huffs, his muscles still tensed underneath your hands. “I know, I know,” you respond, flattening your hands again, showing him you won’t tickle him again. “It won’t happen again, baby.” “It better not,” Yunho warns, but slowly starts to relax again. With a content sigh, you let your eyelids flutter closed, resting your cheek against Yunho’s chest, where you can hear his steady heartbeat. Soon, you find yourself growing sleepy, and you only feel more sleepy when Yunho’s fingers move to your head, softly massaging your scalp. You find yourself being pulled deeper into the soft lull of sleep as Yunho’s heartbeat thumps rhythmically beneath you. “Sweetheart,” you hear Yunho’s gentle, deep voice coaxing you awake. “Hm,” you hum, snuggling further into him with a small sigh. “It’s getting late,” he responds, much to your dismay. “I don’t want you to leave,” you shift, your chin resting against his chest now, looking up at him with sad doe eyes. “I don’t want to leave either,” Yunho replies, his fingers in your hair slipping down to cup the side of your head in his palm. You lean into his touch, nuzzling his hand. “But I have to, unfortunately.” You huff, knowing you’re being difficult, but you’re sad you haven’t gotten to hang out with him much lately, and then you fell asleep for who knows how long. “But I was asleep, and you didn’t wake me!” you protest, pouting up at him. “You were so cute, though,” Yunho responds, sticking his lower lip out at you in a small pout. “I couldn’t wake you up.” “You could’ve,” you mumble, slipping your hands out from under Yunho’s sweater, to which he sighs in content at the loss of contact with your freezing cold hands, although they had gotten a little warmer. “How long was I asleep anyway?” you ask, yawning, as you move your hands to play with the little pearls on Yunho’s necklace. “About an hour and a half,” he replies, bracing for your exclamation of shock. “Yuyu!” you whine, tugging on his necklace a little. “We could have spent more time together if you’d woken me up!” “You seemed like you needed the rest,” he responds softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. You sigh, knowing you can’t be mad at him when he’s being this sweet. “And I know how hard you’ve been working, so I figured I’d let you sleep for at least a little bit,” he continues quietly, the softness in his gaze almost too much to handle. “Yunho,” you sigh, shaking your head slightly. “What?” he asks, worry suddenly flooding his features.
“You’re too sweet sometimes, you know that?” you finish, a cheeky smile growing on your face. “You can’t do that!” Yunho pouts. “You scared me!” “Aw, I’m sorry,” you giggle slightly. “It was the perfect opportunity.” “To make me think you were breaking up with me?” Yunho asks, his gaze sad, with a small frown. “What?” you exclaim, incredulous. “I’d never break up with you, Yunho. You know that.” “Okayy,” he responds, the sad look still in his eyes. With a playful eye roll, you lean forward, your lips meeting his in what was supposed to be a chaste kiss. Yunho has other plans, however, and moves his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you melt into him for the thousandth time this evening. “I should go,” he mumbles against your lips as you sigh, disappointed. “I know,” you pout, laying your head down once again, trying to delay the inevitable. “I can’t get up unless you let me,” Yunho chuckles down at you, watching you with a fond gaze. “So, if I don’t, you’ll stay forever?” you ask, looking up at him suddenly. “Do you want me to?” he asks softly, and you blink up at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes, searching for his meaning. “Of course,” you respond quietly. “You know I’d love nothing more.” “So, if I asked you to spend forever with me, you’d say yes?” Yunho asks, his voice soft and full of love. “Are you?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Am I what?” he responds, a small laugh escaping him. “Are you asking me to spend forever with you?” you repeat, though you’re pretty certain he already knew what you were asking. “If I was?” Yunho responds, voice almost a whisper. “I’d say yes in a heartbeat,” you reply with no hesitation.
“Well,” Yunho laughs a little, shifting to sit up, forcing you to as well. “That’s good news.” You’re beyond confused now as he moves to stand, and your heart drops when you realize he must be getting ready to leave for the night. “Yeah, it’s great news. What was the poin-“ you start, but cut yourself off when you see Yunho pulling something out of his pocket. “Yunho?” you question, heartbeat speeding up as he moves to one knee, holding a velvet box in his hands. “Y/n,” Yunho starts, looking up at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the dim lighting. “I’ve never been happier with anyone then I am with you. It’s torture having to be away from you for any amount of time, especially when I’m on tour for weeks on end. I mean it with my whole heart when I say you’re the only one I’ll ever want. So, even though I know this isn’t the ideal place to ask this, and this isn’t exactly how I wanted to ask you… I can’t wait any longer. Will you spend forever with me and be my wife?” He opens the velvet box in his hand, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. “Yunho,” you breathe, desperately trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. “Yes, yes, yes!” you laugh, smiling as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. He stands slowly, still holding you, as you loosen your grip, letting him slip the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly. Holding it up in the light, you admire the way it sparkles, matching the glint in Yunho’s eyes as he watches you. “I love you,” he whispers as he reaches over to gently brush the stubborn tears off your cheeks. “I love you too, Yunho,” you reply, grinning, as you wrap your arms around his neck again. “So much.” He returns your smile before placing a tender kiss against your lips, one you immediately return. “How long have you had this?” you ask, gesturing toward the ring as you pull back. “A few weeks,” he responds, laughing slightly. “I was waiting for the perfect time, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.” “I’m glad you didn’t,” you reply, still smiling, realizing you haven’t been able to stop smiling since Yunho proposed. “Again, I’m sorry it’s in your living room with the credits to Spiderman playing in the background,” Yunho pouts, glancing at the TV. You giggle, “Somehow, I think it’s perfect.” “Are you sure?” he asks, suddenly looking worried. “Yunho,” you cup his face in your hands. “The only thing I care about is getting to marry you. The time or place you asked me isn’t important at all.” “Really?” he asks, sighing in relief. “Obviously,” you respond. “Sometimes you’re such a dork, you know that?” “Hey, you just called your fiancé a dork,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow, and you throw your head back, laughing. “I’m sorry, fiancé,” you reply with a wink, watching as he playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Seonghwa is gonna kill me when he realizes I asked you in such an unromantic setting,” Yunho sighs, shaking his head. “We both know Hwa is a little too much of a romantic sometimes,” you laugh. “Besides, what could be more romantic than Spiderman?” “Exactly!” Yunho lights up and you giggle at his silliness. “You know, everyday I realize more and more why your Aniteez is a puppy,” you speak up, mostly to yourself, as you watch Yunho excitedly text the Ateez group chat.
When he sends the text, he throws his phone down, moving to scoop you up in his arms, grinning when you let out a small yelp from the unexpected action. “Wanna watch one more movie before I leave?” he asks, and this time it’s your turn to light up even more than you already were. “When would I ever say no to that?” you ask, letting him pull you over to the couch with him. “The next Spiderman movie?” Yunho suggests, looking up at you from his position already seated on the couch as you stand in front of him. “Why not?” you respond, laughing, as Yunho tugs you down with him, cheering at your willingness. “We should have a Spiderman themed wedding,” Yunho wonders aloud as the movie starts playing. “Absolutely not,” you respond, pinching his sides a little in warning. He laughs, grabbing your hands to stop you, “Alright, alright.” A few minutes pass in silence, but you should have known it wouldn’t last long with the excited man beside you. “At least the cake?” “Yunho!”
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Is mafia!konig ever jealous?
His jealousy burns your body in many forms. First, it's always the jewelry. Blood-red rubies digging deep into your skin, platinum veins of the newest necklace rubbing the soft skin of your collarbones in all the horrible ways. You're too sensitive for something so heavy, so cold - the metal refuses to get the heat of your body, always biting into your skin so you can never forget what you're wearing. You might not even be a jewelry person, but you're wearing the rings with thorns digging into your digits, you're forcing a choker with an engraved K and a heavy gemstone in the center like a glorified collar. Konig is not insecure, but he is anxious about you forgetting your place. Why you belong to - and who is keeping the roof over your head. He gives you jewelry with his initials so even if his men are fucking you again for being such good boys, you'd never forget who is the one who tightens your leash. The array of marks shows it off too - he buries his teeth deep into your skin, even as you cry and try to push him away. You're far too precious to go out without some part of him embedded into your skin. You're lucky he didn't brand you after you started talking to that errand boy. He did shot him on sight and made you watch over his body being thrown into the nearest river. At least you were smarter than looking at his men after that. If you dare to lay in their affection a bit too long, even as Krueger struggled to get off from your body after a very successful reward reaping, Konig will make sure that you know what exactly who you belong to. Every moan you let go of is of his bidding. Everything you own you own because of him - and if you want to resist, he has opportunities to finally make you shut it. Your husband isn't above locking you up in one of his penthouses, after all.
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OKAY BUT how about matching jewellery with Wriothesley?? You could both wear a necklace or a choker to match his vibe or maybe earrings? (The fact he's wearing some is sending me 😩 His style is really good tbh, def would let him choose my clothes) And if they're embedded with each other's initials? Even better, let the world know you belong to him, the same way he belongs to you (was inspired by your other collar drabble don't mind me 🥺👌)
AAAAA that is SO cute wtf ?!?! And so true, his style is honestly immaculate !! I got inspiredddd and wrote this (even tho it's a little more 'secret relationship for now, but wearing little tokens of each other until we make it public' kind of thing tee hee)
warning for vv slight leaks (Wriothesley's birthdate) and a slightly ooc Wrio !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
"Your grace?"
"Yes, Sigewinne?" Wriothesley hums, not looking up from his morning paper. He holds a teacup in his other hand, the scent of freshly brewed English Breakfast filling the room.
Sigewinne is staring hard at him, head tilted as she examines the change in the Duke's wardrobe. "I can't seem to place my finger on it but your new necklace looks rather—"
Wriothesley promptly chokes on his drink, loud coughing breaking the quiet of his office as he thumps his chest, sputtering and frantically moving his paper out of the range of fire of his choking.
"—familiar."
Sigewinne hands him a handkerchief, which he takes with a wheezed word of thanks. She's squinting at him in suspicion, antennae twitching as she watches the duke squirm.
"I'm afraid I don't follow," Wriothesley coughs one last time into the handkerchief, clearing his throat in an attempt to get rid of the roughness in his voice. It doesn't work. "Perhaps you're mistaken, Sigewinne. Are you certain that you haven't just seen someone around the fortress using something similar? Or maybe you saw it in fashion on the surface."
Sigewinne is sure she hasn't. She just hums in thought, placing her hands on her hips as she continues to evaluate the necklace, while Wriothesley pointedly does not meet her gaze.
It's a simple thing, really. A silver circle on a thin silver chain, and from this distance Sigewinne can barely make out what looks like two letters and a date carved on it. It's this simplicity, actually, that makes it stand out amidst the Duke's otherwise chunky and bold accessories.
Sigewinne keeps staring, trying to remember just where oh where had she seen something like that before, and why does it nag her so much that she can't recall. Wriothesley doesn't offer up any information, however, having chosen to pour himself another cup of tea and resuming reading his paper.
Eventually, the nurse relents and turns to head down the staircase to leave his office with a word of farewell thrown over her shoulder, still bothered by the mystery that she just can't solve, but knowing what the Duke is like when he clams up.
"Oh! Hi, Sigewinne!" You greet, almost running into her as she descends, while you yourself are on your way up. You reach out a hand to steady her lest she roll down the rest of the way. "Leaving already? Everything alright?"
"Everything is fine," she says kindly, patting your arm in thanks as she looks up to your face. "Some patients to check on, but otherwise nothing particularly noteworthy. His Grace just refuses to answer any of my questions, however..."
But then her eyes catch on something shiny on your neck. Something shiny, and looking awfully like the object of her interest just a few short minutes ago. She glances at it, and as close as she is, she can make out what is carved on the pendant around your neck: A simple W and the date November 23 written underneath it.
She pauses mid-sentence, turning to glance over her shoulder.
Wriothesley is still reading his paper, but from here even she can see how he's trying to subtly glance over it in your direction. His fingers clench the sheets in anticipation and how his boot has started to tap on the floor despite his show of nonchalance. She looks at the pot of tea he had put out earlier, notices just how much tea there still seems to be in it, and the extra teacup that she had asked about earlier when she had first come in.
Just in case a guest stops by, he had told her, and nothing after that. Suddenly, she has a pretty good guess of what is written on his grace's necklace.
"Nevermind," she corrects, trying not to smile too widely. "But I certainly have to be going. Enjoy your... meeting with his grace. I'll see you later!"
You blink at her abrupt departure. "Oh? Okay. Uh... Bye, Sigewinne. See you soon!"
She nods, hurriedly excusing herself in an attempt to give you two some privacy, finally letting her happy little grin show once she was no longer in sight. She shuts the doors behind her and takes a moment, then practically skips her way back to the infirmary, her steps light and joyful.
I'm glad. They deserve to be happy together.
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SMG4 Crew Redesigns Part 2
HOLLLLLY CRAP THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! And I wanna blame Desti and her stupid tentacle hair, but honestly I think after Tari and Saiko I started to slow down because of outsides forces and just no general ideas forming for Melony.
So alright Tari!!! At least in the SMG4 Verse. I still gotta watch Meta Runner (especially because I wanna do a redesign of Belle at one point but she doesn’t really show up much aside from the YouTube arc plus it’s the last Glitch Productions show I gotta watch). But for this redesign I changed her hairstyle a bit with an opened up hoodie to show off the tank top. Couldn’t take away the iconic socks with flip flops she was rocking so kept that, but changed the pants a bit. I should’ve done it in the drawing, but the back of the hoodie has the meta runner logo. Nothing too crazy with her.
Next up Saiko! So decided to change up the colors a bit with her outfit giving her a cool ripped up pink skirt with less beige and more reddish jacket color. Then I changed her necklace to a choker and put the skull as a pin on the jacket. Then some piercings, a spiked belt with a heart skull cross buckle, painted black nails, and some combat boots! Also loved the headcanon people had of her being ripped so I did my best to draw that. Definitely need to practice drawing muscles more.
Okay so Melony- honestly it was tricky with her. Was not a fan of her canon design and tbh I’m still on the fence with her character- idk the OwO types of characters can get annoying pretty fast plus the childish behavior. But I mean she does have her moments where I’ve liked her (really wanna see more of her and Bob interacting) but yeah design wise I changed up the hoodie while still keeping the watermelon design while also giving her some black shorts, kept the striped socks she had for the college fit, and gave her green shoes. I also gave her a watermelon hairstyle for what I’m assuming are meant to be leaves on the top of her head. Then I did a small drawing of her deity form and gave my interpretation of it; even changing the hairband to fit the style.
Going down the line, Axol! So I initially went into all the Axol episodes thinking he was just a one note character that was a simp for Melony, but when I was first watching the arcs I was pleasantly surprised. He shows up before Melony for one thing, but even when she shows up he doesn’t turn into a one note character. Wish I got to have more of him. But anyways back to the design- I actually did like his design so I didn’t change too much, with just giving a turtle neck ish vibe, a beige belt, pockets on the pants to keep his blank papers and sketchbook, and gave him a tail since axolotls have tails.
Lastly Desti- good god it took her SO FRICKEN LONG TO DO!!! And it was mainly because of the tentacle hair!!! Horrible, never wanna draw again but probably will because I have so many ideas with this character. Like man I wish she was used more before the anime arc incident happened. So the hair I didn’t really change much, just had it flopped the other way. Her hoodie has a blue flare on the sleeves along with the hood part, ripped baggy pants, black boots, and a blue belt hanging out.
And that’s part 2! I gotta do more of the main ones like Bob and Boopkins but Bob already looks perfect the way he is and overall anything that’s not human is not my strong suit. Oh well.
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I feel like matt is the type to be casually dominant with you - think moving you from spot to spot, choosing a few options for you to wear that day but you can oy select from what he's picked out, he's constantly got hid hand on your thigh or lower back as a reminder of who you belong to not that you need any reminding
He'd definitely also pick out a little choker for you, it's not quite a collar but it absolutely represents one for you both
I'm leaving now
Yeah yeah hmm yeah
Casual dominance is exactly what it is like he doesn’t need to brand your forehead so the world knows, it’s just for you two :-/ circling back to sitting on his lap: yeah. It’s your throne when you’re not sitting on his face so that’s where you stay! Definitely gets you a necklace with his initial that you wear everywhere all the time :-/ loooooves dressing you up phew doesn’t matter if he’s picking out sweats or an evening gown, he loves dressing you up like a little doll :-/ if y’all are just lounging around at home he definitely sneaks a toy in you somewhere (it changes every day!) because he likes seeing you flustered and squirming for him :-/ bonus points if it comes with a remote :-/ he’s the type to bark orders for no reason other than to see you follow them, makes you take off your panties and hand them to him for him to keep in his pocket while you walk around bare under your dress/skirt :-/ I hate him actually
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For priestrry i think it would be so fun to see them at a service together. She’s just there sitting nicely and Harry’s praying or whatever but he keeps looking at her with her gold choker necklace and there’s a bruise that’s visible and he takes her into a room or his office or whatever to fuck her because he can’t wait til they get home
Sorry I don’t know anything about Catholic Churches or mass or anything so the details for that are up to you
Sorry this took me ages to get to! Hope you like! 1.5k words
Summary: ✞ priest!harry x reader ✞ Harry can't stop looking at the love mark he gave his pet this morning and the reminder of how she got it makes him feral.
Warning: smut, sub/dom dynamic, religious themes
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She was just so full of light and love. Harry adored being able to see her amongst the other members during services.
He enjoyed exercising his willpower to not watch her or stare too long as everyone had their heads bowed in prayer. He could easily just let his eyes wander over her features while everyone’s eyes were closed.
The delicate gold necklace choker with the H charm dangling at the front didn’t hide the mark he made on her neck just that morning. He loved the thrill of having her so close wearing a choker that had his first initial on it. No one would ever assume the H stood for Harry their beloved priest. But that was part of the fun.
The little love bite on the side of Y/n’s neck was small but Harry knew what it was. He smiled as he spoke his prayer remembering the way in which he gave it to her.
She wouldn’t wake up at first. She groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets back over her head so Harry decided to give her something that would wake her up.
He climbed into the bed with her, all sweaty after his morning jog, and pulled the blankets down, pushing at her hips to have her roll to her stomach and swatted her cheeks, “Lazy girl needs to get up and say her prayers before church.”
Y/n smiled into the bedding below her face. She was pleased Harry came to wake her up. This had become a bit of a routine for them. Harry would go out for a run or get up early for work and she would laze in bed until Harry came back into their room to wake her up himself. Sometimes it would just be a good spanking, others would have Y/n being edged until she cried and then left wanting when he denied her an orgasm.
But this morning Harry had another idea, though he still wouldn’t let her come.
“I know you’re enjoying this pet. You like it when I spank you, don’t you? Like when I wake you up with my hands marking your bare bottom?”
Y/n turned her face so she could speak, “Yes, Father.”
Harry leaned over her back and pressed his sweaty, bare chest into her shoulder blades. She could feel how warm he was, how damp. She wasn’t wearing her nightgown so she could feel Harry’s body pressed to hers.
The priest spread her legs apart and nudged himself down so he could feel her plush bottom over his hardening cock. He still had his running shorts on as he rocked his hips downward.
“You’re naughty. You don’t get to come. But since I was good today and got up early I am going to enjoy using your body for my pleasure.”
Y/n sighed and felt her body tingle. She loved it when he used her and got himself off.
She felt him shift behind her and saw his running shorts tossed onto the floor. Harry pulled Y/n’s hips, bringing her ass upward and his fingers were on her wet folds.
“Look how wet you get for me. You’re a dirty girl, Y/n. How is it that I can go on a run and come back here all sweaty and smelly and you still drip for me? Even when you know you don’t get to come. You’re mine to use however I like, aren’t you?” Harry smoothed his hands over her bottom and down to her thighs. His mouth was watering at the sight. She was so pretty and all his.
Y/n nodded her head and whimpered, “Yes! It’s because I love you, Father. I worship you. I adore you. All I want is to please you.”
“Mmmm…” Harry hummed, pressed his hips to her bottom, and reached around to grab the front of her neck, pulling her up so her back was against his solid, damp chest. He put his face into her neck and positioned his cock at her wet crease and began to slide himself between her thighs and her cunt. She was nice and slick so he was able to thrust through her flesh with ease. Her pussy was far better, far tighter than it was like this, but she was not allowed to come so Harry would make do with the lack of friction and the lovely clenching her inside walls gave him.
Y/n panted when she felt Harry’s prick slipping back and forth through her labia and the tops of her thighs. His crown nudged at her clit every fourth or fifth thrust. And it felt so good, but this wasn’t for her pleasure. This was for him. So she squeezed her thighs together tighter for her lover and Harry moaned and attached his lips to her neck.
“You are so good to me, my pet,” Harry panted his words as he continued rolling his hips into Y/n’s. He kept a hand at the front of her neck and sucked at the side when he felt his orgasm approach. His heart was pounding and he was moving his hips faster, the friction of her thighs and her cunt just enough to tip him over the edge.
Y/n cast her gaze downward and could see the tip of Harry’s long cock peeking through the front of her thighs each time he pushed his prick through her soft flesh from the back to her front, the skin on his shaft wetted with her arousal, his crown pretty and red.
When he came it was a mess. The warm liquid spurted from his cock and onto the sheets and down Y/n’s thighs and as he continued rocking himself into her he came over her pussy and sucked harshly at her skin, breaking the capillaries and causing the tiniest bruise to form on her neck.
When he’d drained himself completely he let go of her neck and backed away, swatting at her bottom once more for good measure, “I need a shower and you need to get out of bed and change the sheets.”
And now, here at church, his prick was beginning to plump just thinking about it, but luckily his robe was covering his sins. He redirected his thoughts and continued with the service, seemingly unbothered. But he was bothered. Every time he looked over at his pretty pet with the little bruise on her neck he remembered how soft and compliant she was for him.
The moment service was over Harry brought her to his rectory, dodging the people who tried to get his attention.
He closed the door and pointed at his desk as he began to unbuckle his belt, “Bend over, skirt up.”
Y/n quickly pushed her skirt up and placed her palms on the desk. Harry came in right behind her and brought a hand up to the love bite and brushed it gently with his fingers and with his other hand he dragged her panties to the side and began stroking her labia and circling her clit, “Want you nice and wet for me again. This time I want you to come on my cock.”
Harry instructed her to rub her clit when he finally entered her. They couldn’t take too long. Harry would be expected to meet and pray with some of the people but he needed to come inside of his pet. It was a primal urge. The bruise on her neck made him feral. She belonged to him.
The sloppy sound of sex and muffled moans filled the room as Harry pushed into Y/n deeply with each stroke. He put a hand around her mouth to keep her quiet. She was bent over almost completely down on the desk, one hand keeping herself steady as she was being fucked, her other hand rubbing her pussy. Harry filled her up so nicely, reached deep, and pushed into her walls with his rigid prick until she was shaking and gasping into his palm.
Harry watched his pet as she started to shiver and he felt her tight hole clench as she was just beginning to come. The little H charm on her choker was swaying as he thrust into her, snapping his hips in a few more times before he came undone, his muscles tensed and his cock throbbed as he spilled his seed into his lover.
Y/n’s arm gave out as she pulsed and spasmed around Harry’s thick shaft, his warmth filling her to the brim, his whispered words in her ear, “Need you, pet… fuck I need you, I love you…” making her heart pound in satisfaction. She loved her priest and she loved that he loved her too.
And like nothing had ever happened, Y/n fixed her panties and smoothed her hair and Harry buckled his pants and resituated his robe before going back into the main room to pray with and speak to the members of his parish.
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Like A Diamond
Part of the Glitter & Gold AU
Pairing: Darklina x Fem!Reader (featuring Zoyalai and GenyaxDavid)
Summary: Every one of Aleksander’s closest friends has at least one Morozov diamond. He gifts you one which then prompts an official initiation into Ravka’s most exclusive group of socialites.
Warnings [18+]: smut, oral (fem receiving), exhibitionism and voyeurism (Nikolai & Zoya play with the reader whilst their friends watch), soft dom!Nikolai & Zoya, consensual sharing of explicit videos and photos, praise kink, masturbation, nipple play, non-piercing nipple rings, hint of pain kink.
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Every one of Aleksander’s closest friends has at least one Morozov diamond.
His grandfather had not only been the founder of the company Aleksander now owns, but he had also been one of Ravka’s most influential explorers and inventors. He had located one of the country’s largest natural diamond deposits which had set the foundation for the Morozov brand.
Now, almost every celebrity worldwide wants one of Aleksander’s pieces. Very few people can afford to have such a luxurious item in their jewellery box, and he is very selective about who can be seen wearing his designs publicly. But, of course, if Aleksander values you he won’t be able to resist staking his claim on you through a gift of glistening diamonds.
Genya has a pair of earrings. Sparkling silver studs comprised of three teardrop-shaped diamonds stacked on top of one another to curve over the slope of her earlobe. She wears them on special occasions. Dinners and galas and parties, whenever she needs a reminder she’s appreciated. She and Aleksander have a close bond and his gifts are amongst her most valued possessions.
David has a simple pendant necklace with a small diamond at the centre. He wears it almost always since he likes the comforting weight of it and has a habit of loosening the chain from underneath his shirt to fidget with the expensive gem, twirling it with his fingers whenever he’s nervous. Genya thinks the habit is endearing, especially since the necklace was a wedding gift from Aleksander.
Nikolai has a ring. Thick metal, with a flattened centre that sits on his knuckle, where a Morozov diamond sits alongside his initials engraved there - NN. Nikolai Nazyalensky. He keeps it on his pinkie finger as a replacement for the Lantsov signet ring that he threw away when he became estranged from the rest of his family.
Zoya has a necklace which traces down her figure into a body chain. The thin shining strand of metal falls between her breasts, where a cluster of diamonds sit on her cleavage before splitting into two chains that hang around her waist meeting again at the small of her back. The piece is a pretty addition to Zoya’s tightest dresses and her favourite sets of lingerie.
Alina has more pieces of jewellery than she can keep track of. Glimmering rings, beautiful earrings, necklaces and chokers, glistening bracelets. One night, when the two of you are drunk and giggly, she starts whispering filthy words into your ear, telling you everyone’s deepest secrets. She takes your hand, sliding it into her panties so that you can feel where her Morozov diamond presses against her clit.
When you join the group, they all exchange knowing glances when Aleksander helps you into your coat after dinner or places his hand on your lower back as he steers you through the crowd towards the rest of the group at a gala. They all tease you good-naturedly, telling you that it’s only a matter of time before you get your own diamond.
Alina smiles widely when she sees her husband working on a particular design, sitting in his lap to offer him some company while he draws out something special.
Then one evening you and Aleksander are working late in your office, passing sketches between one another and comparing notes for your designs in preparation for your new collection.
“I have something for you,” he says quietly.
When you see him reaching for his coat pocket, pulling out a small velvet box embossed with a very familiar logo, your stomach flips.
“Aleksander, I hope you know you don’t ever have to give me anything.”
He nods.
“I know.” He opens up the box, nudging it towards you. “But I crafted this one myself.”
Aleksander doesn’t make many pieces by hand anymore, given that he has a company to run and a whole team of people to craft his designs for him instead.
“I thought long and hard about what piece you would like.”
As your eyes flicker down to the contents of the box, the breath catches in your throat. His thumb strokes the underside of your breast. Arousal stirs in your stomach, thrumming down between your thighs.
Slowly, you trace your fingertips over the edge of the box, the velvet smooth against your skin. There’s two small silver pieces, decorated with tiny diamonds cut perfectly to line the outside of the thin curves of metal. The shape of the rings themselves loop in elegant circles, so that they look like daisies.
“Are these…?”
Aleksander continues to stroke your breast, his fingers seeking your clothed nipple, hidden by the fabric of your shirt. Once he finds it, he rolls it slowly between his finger and thumb, pinching lightly.
“I wasn’t sure if you had them pierced or not,” he muses quietly, continuing his gentle touches. “Regardless, I thought it best to give you something easy to wear.”
The thought of having those rings, that Aleksander created himself for you, pinching lightly at your nipples all day has your eyes fluttering closed with need. He takes your silence for hesitation.
“I can turn one of them into a charm for a necklace if you would prefer.”
You shake your head immediately.
“No. They’re beautiful.”
He gestures lightly towards the loose collar of your shirt which reveals your cleavage.
“May I?”
You nod.
He loosens your shirt from the waistband of your trousers, unbuttoning the piece of clothing slowly and pushing the fabric aside to reveal your bare chest. He hums quietly in approval, his voice a low murmur that sends a thrill down your spine as he stares at your nipples.
“Look at that, milaya, all perked up and pretty for me already.”
A burning flush rushes over your skin, warming your cheeks before it spreads down your neck as you glance down at your breasts.
He takes one of the rings from the box, cupping your breast with his other hand. Even though your nipple is already hardened in anticipation, he rolls it between his fingers gently, encouraging it to stiffen further.
“Good girl.”
It’s difficult to not whimper aloud at his praise. He slots the ring onto your nipple, cool metal encircling the bud. There’s a firm pinch at first and you squirm at the sensation, though it softens rather quickly into something more pleasurable - a soft pressure that has you shifting your thighs to seek some friction.
“A perfect fit,” he observes, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He pinches your other nipple hard and there’s no stopping the whimper from escaping your lips this time. A wide smile spreads over his face as he slots the next ring onto your nipple, watching your chest heave as the metal clings to your hardened nub.
The sight of your breasts, areolae adorned with pretty circles of silver in a floral shape, pinched nipples in the place of the flower head, sends a heavy flood of arousal to your cunt. Certain that your panties are soaked, you bite down on your lower lip, gripping to the sides of your seat.
Aleksander’s eyes are darkened as he stares at your breasts, a glimmer of pride in the depths of his gaze. He hooks a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes up to meet his directly.
“How do they feel? Not too tight?”
“Good,” you say with a sigh. “They’re so good. I love them.”
He hums in acknowledgement, stroking his knuckles along your jawline.
“Ensure you take them out before going to bed.”
You nod.
He cups your breast, thumb brushing over your pinched nipple. Shifting your thighs once again, your eyes flutter closed as he stands. A whine claws at your throat, grip tightening on your seat as he shrugs on his coat.
“Aleksander,” you say quietly, your voice an almost pathetic whimper.
The temptation to grab his hand and press it against your clothed cunt is almost too much to bear. Embarrassment prickles over your cheeks at the thought of grinding weakly against his hand, begging for him to touch you. He cups your face with both of his hands, bringing you close for him to press his lips tenderly against your forehead.
“Send me a message when you arrive home safely.” The nod you give him in response is jerky. “And send Alina a video of whatever you do to satisfy yourself tonight.”
You do as he says.
As soon as you get home, your fingers fumble over the screen of your phone, typing out a message for Aleksander as you tuck your shoes away. He responds within a minute, praising you for following his instruction and reminding you of what else he had asked of you. That is all the incentive you need.
Bag and coat left abandoned in the hallway, you move up the stairs into your bedroom and collapse onto the rug between your bed and wardrobe. Once you’ve managed to prop your phone up against your wardrobe door, you begin removing more of your clothing.
Fingers shaking with anticipation, you slide down the zipper of your trousers, allowing the smooth fabric to drop down your legs. After Aleksander had left your office, you had only managed to button up a small portion of your shirt, hands still shaky with adrenaline.
Without too much preparation, you press on the record button and allow the camera of your phone to capture your need-fuelled actions.
The mess in your panties would be embarrassing if you weren’t so aroused by the sight of your slick clinging to the delicate lace, knowing that if Aleksander had slipped his hand beneath your waistband the same mess would have coated his fingers. His long nimble fingers.
It can’t be a very alluring video. But you’re too overcome by need to do anything but arch your back into the side of your bed, fingers reaching up to grasp at your covers as your other hand rubs frantically at your dripping cunt.
Any technique that you’ve gained from learning what your body likes has been abandoned as you mindlessly press your fingertips hard against your clit in eager circles. Gasps and cries of their names escape from your lips even when you grit your teeth as you writhe on your bedroom floor.
The nipple rings Aleksander had created for you glisten in the low light of your lamp as they remain firmly attached to the hardened nub of your nipples. The metal is no longer cool, warmed by the heat of your body, but the subtle pressure of the jewellery against your skin, a gentle tug on your sensitive nipples, has your arousal skyrocketing.
Thoughts of both Aleksander and Alina fill your mind, imagining her fingers rubbing sloppy circles over your clit while he holds your waist still to prevent you from squirming.
Their breathing heavy against your neck as they press kisses there, unable to pull themselves away from you to breathe properly. Alina mouthing over your throat and collarbone, delicate lips pressing firmly as she sucks blooming marks there. The scrape of Aleksander’s facial hair against your cheek, his teeth dragging over your jawline and nipping at your earlobe. Hot mouths. Eager tongues. Sweat rolling down between your breasts. Cunt tightening, a steady beat of pleasure, climbing higher with every drag of friction against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
The climax that hits you has stars sparkling behind your closed eyelids, pleasure thrumming beneath your skin. As you slump your head back against your bed, pressing your face into the curve of your arm, a greedy urge tugs at your hand, as your body perks up again at the prospect of another orgasm.
Squeezing your eyes shut tighter, your sighs and moans become whinier, higher in pitch as your fingers chase your next climax. Curses, pleas, whimpers of their names, they all tumble from your lips, merging together into an almost incoherent mess. You end up hiding your face into the crook of your elbow, biting down on the flesh there to quieten your desperate noises.
Unbelievably quickly, you feel your body stumbling towards the edge of your pleasure, teetering on the precipice of another dizzying climax. The moan that shudders through your body is obscene, your breathy gasps borderline pornographic as you whimper their names one final time as your cunt clenches frantically around nothing.
With shaking hands, you stop the recording and send the footage without any hesitation. There’s no reply from Alina, though you aren’t too conscious of it as you clean yourself up in the bathroom and slip under your bedcovers.
Head still fuzzy with pleasure, you’re dozing lightly when there’s a soft ping that rouses you from the haze in your mind. Blinking sleepily, you reach for your phone, unlocking it and clicking on Alina’s message.
“For fuck’s sake,” you whine, dropping your face down into your pillow.
Taking the image itself into account, it’s more likely that Aleksander had sent the photo, and the response to your video has need blooming in your abdomen once again. What a vicious cycle. Very briefly, you contemplate slipping a hand down to touch yourself again.
The photo is taken from Aleksander’s point of view, as he sinks his cock into Alina’s cunt. A thick ring of arousal is coating his length, smearing messily over both of their thighs. From the soaked state of Alina, he must have been teasing her while you were recording your video for them. Unable to fashion any sort of response, you simply stare at the image until another one arrives.
This one is also taken by Aleksander, though he’s holding the phone to one side so that the majority of their bodies can be seen. Alina’s arms are stretched up to the headboard, while his other hand is curled around her throat as he thrusts into her. Her back is arched against the mattress.
Eyes fluttering closed you imagine their bodies crashing together, the gasps and moans, the slapping of skin against skin. Inhaling deeply, you wish you could hear them yourself, smell the scent of sex fill their room, and taste the sweat on their skin. It’s hard not to touch yourself again, forcing your body into overstimulation just to know that you might climax at the same time as them. But you manage to resist, though your hips grind gently against your mattress.
The last photo is taken by Alina. It’s a mirror picture taken in what you can only assume is their bathroom. She’s completely naked, cheeks and chest flushed a pretty shade of pink, with marks dotted over her neck. Butterflies swoop in your stomach at her beaming smile, filling your chest with a giddy feeling. By the time you’ve finished admiring her, there’s a text underneath the image.
Alina: Don’t forget to pee!! And Sasha said drink some water before you go to bed
You: I’m surprised you can type out full sentences after all that
Alina: I’ll tell him you said that ;)
Alina: And yea I’m concentrating very hard rn
A soft laugh falls from your lips.
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“Let’s see it then,” Nikolai remarks, taking a sip of his drink before he sets in down on the glass coffee table in front of him.
A frown creases at your brows as you watch him lean back into the couch, draping his arm over the back of the furniture piece.
“See what?”
“Whatever Aleksander has made for you.”
Genya smiles widely in anticipation, settling down beside Nikolai before she tucks her leg up to her chest. Her eyes scan over your body intently and you blush. Nerves flip in your stomach at the weight of so many eyes falling on you.
Aleksander and Alina watch you from the other side of the room, where they sit in an armchair together with Alina draped over his lap. Their dark eyes make arousal pool in your panties and a flustered blush burns over your skin as they both smirk.
Swallowing hard, you shift your weight slightly on your feet.
“Go sit with Zoya and show her first,” Aleksander instructs you.
There’s a knowing glimmer in her eyes as you sit down on the couch next to Zoya, opposite Nikolai and Genya. David tilts his head curiously from where he’s sitting in the armchair, leaning to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch next to Genya.
Taking the hem of your shirt you tug it upwards over your head, revealing your bra to everyone in the room. Nikolai grins and Zoya’s gaze roams hungrily over your skin. She reaches out, hooking her finger under the strap of your bra to snap it playfully against your skin.
The sting of pain sends a pleasurable thrum down to your nipples, reminding you of what they’re about to see. Sending a glance over to Aleksander, his eyes darkening as they meet yours, you breathe in shakily and unclasp your bra. The fabric falls from your breasts, revealing Aleksander’s creation to the group.
There’s a collective sound of inhaled breaths and low murmurs of praise, which has you squeezing your thighs together.
“Good girl,” Zoya says with a smirk, cupping your breast to admire the jewellery.
Nikolai leans forward, resting his elbows onto his knees, cocking his head aside as his lips quirk into a boyish grin that makes you blush.
Alina peers over eagerly, as if she doesn’t have an ample number of photos of your breasts saved on her phone. Almost every day, you’ve ended up sending her a picture of some aspect of your body at her request. The thought of her using those photos to touch herself to makes your panties wet.
“Come here, love,” Nikolai says, beckoning you to him. As soon as you stand, Zoya grasps at the waistband of your jeans, bringing them - alongside your panties - down with a few determined tugs.
Nikolai sets you down on the glass coffee table, facing Zoya, goosebumps rising on your bare body from the chill of the glass and the heat burning beneath your skin.
“Let everyone see how pretty you are,” he murmurs low in your ear.
Zoya smirks widely, continuing to play with your breasts. Her fingertips dance over your skin, brushing delicately against your hardened nipples.
“And what a lovely job Aleksander did.” Her voice is an admiring purr that makes your blush deepen. “I think this one of your best, Sasha.”
He inclines his head slowly in appreciation, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly. David asks him a question about the metal used and conversation begins to flow as easily as it always does. Everyone is so dynamic and interesting, they understand one another so instinctively. How can a group of people merely talking to one another make you this aroused?
Aleksander’s voice is your favourite to listen to. Smooth and decisive, every word is pronounced intentionally with confidence in every syllable. Alina is the most expressive with her voice, amusement and interest colouring whatever she’s saying. Genya’s is a soft balm, soothing yet there’s something hidden in her words. Whilst David might not be as articulate as Aleksander, or charismatic like Nikolai, everything he says is insightful. There’s no hope of you understanding what he’s saying, but his enthusiasm has you wanting to listen for hours.
Zoya’s nails scape over your thighs, dragging your awareness back out of the haze that has clouded your mind. A breathy whine heaves at your chest, your eyes snapping up to meet hers. Deep chocolate brown, allure swirling in the dark depth of her gaze as she smiles at you.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, prickling in anticipation as Nikolai shifts his body to the edge of his seat, leaning over so that his chest is mere inches from your bare back. His arm curls around your waist, not touching you until his fingers brush lightly over your navel.
A whimper catches in your throat, as Zoya presses her nails harder into the soft plush of your thighs. Her smile twists into a devious smirk. Her nails are always perfect, a decent length, painted whatever shade will match her colour palette for the week ahead. This evening, blood red nails bite into your skin and you squirm over the table.
Nikolai clicks his tongue in warning. His fingers drag up your stomach, tracing a feather-light path between your breasts. When his hand encircles your throat, the pressure is a wonderfully familiar sensation that has you sighing as he squeezes once in reassurance - an encouragement for you to submit to them both.
Their touches are knowing, well learnt through hours spent in one another’s beds. Luckily for you, the length of Zoya’s nails means she prefers to use her mouth to pleasure you and Nikolai. Excitement prickles over your skin as she parts your thighs. The need thrumming through your body ensures you’re unable to focus on anything except Zoya’s lips lowering to kiss over your thighs.
Conversation continues, though you’re unable to decipher anything being said. Occasionally, Nikolai will chuckle, the motion of his chest jostling you slightly. Zoya’s mouth moves over your skin, licking the scratch marks left by her hands and the sting of pain makes you whimper.
At some point, David must have moved over to the couch, sitting beside Genya to press lazy kisses over her throat and slide his hands over her waist and thighs. Her sighs are soft as she threads her hands gently through his hair, encouraging him to continue whilst they watch you, Nikolai, and Zoya.
The amount of arousal leaking from your cunt, smearing over the table beneath you, makes your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. Nikolai’s murmurings aren’t helping to curb those feelings either. His words are phrased like praises, but the teasing edge in his voice makes your clit throb with need.
“Messy little girl, dripping all over our table. Do you know how much that cost?” When you shake your head weakly he laughs. “Of course you don’t. Numbers are difficult, aren’t they? I don’t think you could count to ten in this state.”
He’s right. Thoughts themselves are difficult and your mind is fully grounded in sensation. His wife bites a mark into your inner thigh, her nose nudging gently against your mound as she leans closer. Every kiss and touch she’s given you has been pointedly away from where you need her most and your patience is wearing thin.
“Zoya, please.”
The sound of your voice breaking through the conversation has everyone’s attention returning fully to you. Zoya looks up at you sharply, something dangerous glimmering in her eyes and you whimper at the feeling of being unintentionally disobedient.
“I’m sorry, please,” you beg, turning your face to hide against the space between Nikolai’s collarbones. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Nikolai runs a hand soothingly down your side.
“Tell us what you want, lovely. Ask politely, like a good girl, for everyone to hear.”
Chest heaving with anticipation, you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt at suppressing some of the embarrassment burning over your face as you say,
“Zoya. Will you please kiss my cunt?”
“Just a kiss?” she teases.
Shaking your head, you whimper in protest.
“Don’t be mean Zoya,” Nikolai remarks, though his tone is light and he smiles over at her whilst stroking your cheek gently. “She’s being good.”
She hums quietly, tilting her head as she appears to give his words some thought. Then she nods to one side.
“Look at Aleksander.”
There’s a knowing glimmer in her eyes as you hold her gaze and her smirk widens. Zoya and Nikolai share a look, smiling at one another. They know you well enough to see how much you like Aleksander and Alina.
Swallowing hard, you turn your head and the breath leaves your lungs in a sudden rush as Aleksander’s pitch black eyes meet yours. You can almost see yourself reflected in them, a messy wanton being writhing in front of him.
His tongue traces over his lower lip before he smirks, his gaze lowering to admire your breasts, still adorned with his jewellery, and your messy cunt. Zoya presses her lips against one of your nipples, a delicate kiss to the pinched nub. Then the other.
Then, finally, she ducks her head down between your thighs, mouthing over your soaked cunt. She laps eagerly with her tongue, and the sensation has you throwing your head back against Nikolai’s shoulder. His arms curl around your body to keep you upright.
The desperate cry that escapes your lips attracts Zoya’s attention and her lips press together in disapproval when she sees your gaze has left Aleksander, shifting back to her.
“Keep looking, or I’ll stop,” Zoya says sternly.
A small pout puckers at your lower lip, but you do as she says. Aleksander’s gaze is too intense, and you move your eyes over to watch his hands wandering over Alina’s thighs. He squeezes the clothed flesh smoothly, ignoring how she shifts her weight over his lap, grinding slowly. Her eyes, half-lidded, meet yours and a thrill runs down your spine.
When Zoya’s mouth returns to your cunt, your hands reach for her hair to urge her closer, wanting to chase the prickle of pleasure that is buzzing in the back of your head. Before you can touch her, Nikolai is curling his hands around your wrists, guiding your arms backwards so that your palms are settled on each of his thighs.
“Hold onto me, love,” he suggests.
Despite having very little control of your body and its reactions, you grip onto the fabric of his trousers, nails digging into the muscle beneath. He smiles widely, nose nudging against your cheek as you gasp and whimper.
Aleksander is murmuring something into Alina’s ear, his hand curling around her throat to keep her attention on you. Bliss is running through your veins, heating your entire body as Zoya begins to suckle on your clit, swirling her tongue over the sensitive little bud. Alina bites down on her lower lip.
“Nik, please,” you whisper weakly.
He hushes you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you continue watching Aleksander and Alina, they bodies melding into fuzzy shapes as your gaze becomes unfocused. The drag of Zoya’s tongue and the movement of her lips against your sensitive cunt has you nearing a climax with an almost frightening intensity.
“That’s it, love. Come on, show everyone how pretty you look when you come undone.”
He whispers more praises into your ear before grasping your chin lightly to hold your head up and meet Aleksander’s eyes once again.
“Sasha, tell her what a good girl she is.”
You won’t survive this. The climax that is building inside you is too much. Aleksander’s words are smooth as he encourages you in a doting voice that has your mind sinking through honey.
“You’re a very good girl, milaya, and you’re going to cum for us, aren’t you?”
Obediently, you nod in agreement.
“Yes, yes Aleksander, please, oh fuck.”
Overcome by pleasure, you grasp tightly onto Nikolai’s wrist, writhing between him and his wife as your climax throws you off a cliff, plummeting into the wild waves of bliss. The muscles in your legs shake, your hips jerking against Zoya’s face as your climax shudders through your body.
Weakly, you slump back against Nikolai, whining quietly when Zoya continues to lick your twitching cunt. When your breathing hitches and you try to move away, she stops and you feel boneless now that the sensation has been removed. Bliss has made your limbs heavy and your body is still reeling.
For a long moment, you keep your eyes shut, admiring the colours that swim over your closed eyelids. The need that had been clouding your thoughts has now dissolved completely, leaving your mind a puddle.
While your eyes remain closed, you’re aware of someone lying you down, some gentle touches and murmurs, as well as a warm cloth being dragged between your thighs. It’s much easier to keep your eyes closed, settling your heart and breathing into something more comfortable. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter open again.
“There’s our girl,” Nikolai coos with a bright smile. “Welcome back, love.”
His hands smooth gently over your thighs and you hum at the soothing sensation of someone tracing their fingers over your forehead. Blinking up at the person, you realise your head has been placed in Genya’s lap.
“Hello, down there,” she says softly, tapping you on the nose with her fingertip. A bashful expression fills your features as you whisper a quiet response.
“Hi.”
David reaches over towards the coffee table, picking up a large crystal pitcher filled with water that hadn’t been there earlier. He pours a small glassful while Genya helps you into a somewhat upright position.
They seem to know your hands would be unable to hold the glass, still shaking from the remaining adrenaline in your body. David holds the water up to your lips and you drink eagerly. His firm hand at the back of your neck makes you shiver pleasantly.
Once you’ve finished, Zoya places a soft blanket over your body and you nestle your face against Genya’s chest. She presses a kiss to the crown of your head, whilst David traces his knuckles down the length of your spine. His touch is warm even through the fabric of the blanket. It doesn’t take long for you to sink into a heavy slumber.
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A chill brushing over your skin is what wakes you and a shiver shakes your body, nuzzling deeper into the warmth surrounding you on both sides. It’s then that you realise you’re now in a bed, in one of Zoya and Nikolai’s guest rooms. With Aleksander on one side, Alina on the other.
Her head is tucked close to you, she appears to have slid off the pillow in her sleep, now nestled in the space under your chin, her forehead brushing against your breasts occasionally as you breathe. One of her hands is placed on your thigh, trapped between them as you lie on your side.
Aleksander’s arm is draped over your body, his hand resting on the limited mattress space between you and Alina. He seems to be a light sleeper, shifting his position as if he’s sensed your state of awareness.
His voice is rough with sleep as he murmurs quietly,
“Everything alright, milaya?”
You nod. You’re wearing an unfamiliar shirt which you can only assume belongs to Aleksander. After such an intense orgasm, involving so many intimate moments, you’re glad you’re not waking up in a cold and empty bed.
“You stayed with me?”
“Of course.” His lips brush against the shell of your ear. “We didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
Reaching for his hand, you intertwine his fingers with your own, giving him an appreciative squeeze as you whisper,
“Thank you.”
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Would you be willing to write Izana, Draken, and Mitsuya reacting to their partner getting a necklace with their initials on them, like a brand almost. Like obviously these yanderes own their partner but having them react to their partner acknowledging it?
Sorry if this is too specific
(I really like this idea and so do the Yanderes lmao!! -Ms.Mac)
TW: NSFW, also pregnancy?
Yandere!Izana
Suggested it as a joke when you two were making out.
He's got his hands on your ass cupping the soft flesh in his palms, licking and sucking up your neck, whispering "We should put my name here, baby. Let everyone know who owns you."
The sex that night is amazing, but what's even better is that the next day you've got on a choker with his initials carved onto a crown ornament. For a king.
"This what you meant?" You're smiling so innocently when you ask but Izana knows you just want to drive him up the wall. And you are.
He's gonna make his good girl feel really nice later for being such an obedient baby.
Yandere!Draken
Is so happy and embarrassed. He's glad that you're repping him and showing everyone who's your daddy.
Embarrassed because you're making him wear the matching pair...
He'll let people know he's all yours too baby, don't pout.
Never leaves his room without his dog tags on with your name on it. Texts you not to forget yours own because he doesn't want to be the only one wearing it...
Loves the way it bounces with your tits, when your riding him. His name on your chest, around your neck and his cock stuffing you full that night...
Yandere!Mitsuya
You're his muse and walking model, you've got his name all over you sweet girl.
One day you show him the brand new necklace you got for yourself and tell him its a surprise you're gonna keep close to your heart.
Seeing that pretty locket with his initials makes his heart skip a beat. Then he sees the pictures inside the locket and he wants to cry.
An ultrasound photo and his own side by side. This is how you tell him you're pregnant and you really are going to be his forever and ever.
He tells you he needs a matching one, or maybe he should design his own, or maybe he needs to start drawing up some baby clothes- Who cares, just let him kiss you baby.
#yandere mitsuya#yandere mitsuya takashi#yandere izana kurokawa smut#yandere izana#yandere izana kurokawa#yandere ken ryuguji#yandere draken
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sugar daddies in the house tonight
Summary: Maverick and Iceman use the Navy Gala to show off and you don’t mind being their arm candy for the evening
Relationship: Iceman x Maverick x Female!Reader
Warnings: none that I can think of
word count: 843
A/N: so this idea has just been brewing in my mind for a while now. This is for @daughterofthereaper02
Masterlist
A Navy Gala. A place where anyone who is anyone in the Navy shows up and brags about their accomplishments. It was a night you dreaded going to because it was so boring, and sometimes you felt like the people you talk to are just talking down to you, instead of talking to you. The only good thing about going to this gala in particular is seeing your boyfriends in dress uniforms. The full white dress uniforms always just did something for you and seeing Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell in them just made you want to go feral on them. They said the same thing about you when they first saw you in your dress.
A few weeks prior to the gala, when the three of you were discussing what to wear, they had told you not to worry about picking out a dress, jewelry or shoes. That they would have that covered. You were apprehensive to trust them but after a little persuasion you agreed. The two of them loved to buy you gifts, spending their money to give you the best clothes, jewelry, shoes and anything else you could possibly want. You called them your sugar daddies as a joke once and the joke just stuck around. But you loved them for them as a person and not because they spend all their money on you.
The night of the gala, Iceman and Maverick were shaking with excitement. They wanted to see you all dolled up in the outfit that they had picked for you. Making them wait for you at the bottom of the stairs while you got ready, they agreed that it should be considered a special kind of torture.
As you descended the stairs, there was a gasp and a mumbled holy shit. You were dressed in an all black dress that reached the floor, with long form fitting sleeves, and a square neckline showing off your chest. The red-bottomed heels made you look taller than you were and your hair was pulled back to show off the diamond teardrop earrings that you wore.
“What do you think?” you asked as you gave a little twirl.
“Is it too late to cancel and just go back upstairs to the bedroom?” Maverick asks. Tom and you laugh at Pete’s comment. You gently smack his shoulder and mumble a quick ‘no’ before giving Pete a quick kiss on the lips. Turning to Tom, you again ask him what he thinks of your outfit.
“You look radiant but somethings missing.”
“I thought it would look better with a necklace but you two didn’t give me one so I’m not wearing one.”
Wordlessly Tom hands you a black velvet box. You look between your two men, brows furrowed wondering what could be in the box.
“Open it,” Pete tells you. You gasp in shock as you open it. There was the most gorgeous necklace you had ever seen. It was a diamond encrusted choker, with diamonds dangling down at various heights. Something else caught your eye with the choker.
“Is that, are those your initials inlaid onto this?” you quietly ask.
“Yes so that-” Pete starts.
“So that everyone knows who you belong to tonight,” Tom finishes.
“You didn’t have to do this. This is this is too much, I can’t possibly wear it tonight,” you exclaim.
“We wanted to. Need to show everyone that you're ours,” Tom tells you. You surge forward and kiss him. You pull back from and give Pete a kiss as well.
“We should really get going, cause if we don’t leave now I don’t think we’ll make it to the gala tonight,” You remind them. They let out a sigh and soon Tom is putting the necklace on you and Pete holds your hand through it. Soon they’re both leading you to the car to take you to the gala.
Later that night, Pete and you were slow dancing together, while Tom was stuck at a table talking to a few different admirals and captains. Truthfully, Tom had just been watching you and Pete slow dance together and not paying attention to what was being said. However he started paying attention, when someone started talking about you.
“I’m just saying she’s too hot to be with Mitchell. Any chance you think I could get her to leave with me tonight?”
“She does look really hot tonight doesn’t she?” Tom turns back to the table and looks at the men sitting around it. “Pete and I had a great time picking that dress out for her. We also had a great time customizing the necklace she’s wearing. Even had our initials inlaid into it. Now if you’ll excuse me gentleman,” Tom knocks back the rest of his drink and stands up, “I’m going to go dance with my boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Tom pulls the two of you into his embrace. The three of you stay there, gently swaying to the music, enjoying each other's company and exchanging soft kisses, until the gala is over.
#writings of one#top gun#icemav x reader#iceman x maverick x reader#tom 'iceman' kazansky#pete 'maverick' mitchell#iceman x reader#maverick x reader#iceman x maverick#tom kazansky x reader#pete mitchell x reader
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sweet revengeೀ⋆⑅˚
So, surprise, it's the weekend and you've already finished all your uni exams. Guess who calls you to tell you that you won't have a partner for spring break? You don't want to admit that you've cried, or that you've let yourself rot for two days in your bed dressed in shades of pink, vanilla ice cream on your nightstand, a CD with every Monroe movie you love.
And the worst of all is that you don't have an explanation, he just said that he needed to be away from you, that you were a bad influence. The position that your daddy had offered him wasn't enough to have him by your side?
You had several ideas about what happened: maybe Jonah, his childhood friend, who you fucked that night at the Christina Aguilera concert. Or maybe the time you kissed his older sister at your sleepover (you were both drunk and it was only because you were playing spin the bottle). Or maybe that time... or maybe when...
Or maybe it was Jimin.
Your cell phone rang with that Britney Spears song you had downloaded. Your long, pink nails hit the green button, listening to your best friend's scream on the other end of the line, you wrinkled your nose in discomfort.
"Bunny, I'm waiting for you in front of Heaven and Hell, are you inside?. I know the DJ and he can let us into the VIP area." He screamed, his friends making obscene sounds behind his back so you could hear them.
"Minnie, I want to die." You mumbled into your pillows.
"What?!"
"It's Marcus, he told me that he doesn't want to be with me anymore." You sobbed, lifting your head to see yourself crying in the mirror on your wall. "Am I ugly? Do you think he found someone prettier, Minnie?"
"That's impossible, Bunny. You're the hottest girl in all of New York."
You sighed, maybe it's true. It is impossible.
"Wait, don't tell me you've been crying over Premature Marcus." The laughter of Jimin and his friends echoed in your ear.
"No, of course not. Don't call him that."
Marcus had a little problem that you told Jimin about with great confidence, he was your best friend, after all, and now he kept calling him Premature Marcus. You didn't blame your ex, you were a hottie; Jimin was the only one who could last hours fucking you without losing stamina.
Jimin cleared his throat and whispered into his phone.
"Do you still have that sequin dress? The one you wore to Yoongi's party."
"The Baby Phat one?" Your eyes lit up thinking about that dress, your daddy had sent it to you for your birthday, it was beautiful.
"Yes, Baby Phat, that's what I said. Wait for me with it on, okay, Bunny? Maybe the gold necklace with your initial on it, the one that I gave you."
You nodded, wiping the tears from your face.
"Don't last too long."
"No, Bunny. I already got in the car."
You smiled. You knew you could count on your best friend for anything. Visiting that store was the best decision you made.
The clicking of your heels, long legs circling near the fountain in front of your house. You checked your phone for the third time, Jimin said it wouldn't take long but it had already been more than ten minutes and you weren't one to wait.
A black car stopped in front of your house, you frowned because it wasn't Jimin's, it wasn't very elegant either so you were surprised when the passenger window was lowered and there was Jimin: his hair dyed pink (something you had done a night when you were bored and he didn't refuse), a baggy hoodie and a lollipop on his fleshy lips.
"Hello, Princess." He smiled, eyes scanning your glorious body.
"Heaven and Hell must be full at this time. We should go to Enigma, maybe I'll meet some paparazzi." You smiled widely, excited at the idea.
"You don't have to go to a club today."
You rolled your eyes. Boring.
You saw a head emerge from the darkness of the steering wheel, it was Jungkook, Jimin's roommate. Jungkook was from the New York alternative scene: spiked choker, lots of piercings, and homemade tattoos. That was the reason there was a screeching metal sound in the car. When he saw you he smiled evilly.
"You look cute today, Bubblegum."
"What are we supposed to do when I'm dressed like this?" You unintentionally ignored Jeon, whining.
It's not like you were going to go on a date with both of them, although you weren't entirely opposed to the idea.
“Get in the car,” Jimin tilted his head, and you obeyed.
The path was familiar, very, but you didn't ask until you were in front of Marcus's house.
"Damn, this house is huge." Jungkook turned down the music, looking at the two floors of your ex's modern house. The entrance illuminated as if it were the MoMA.
"Wait for me here." Jimin walked out, leaving you with questions in your mouth. His hand extended into the car, Jungkook handed him a compact black container before walking away around one of the corners and disappearing; shoulders tense and hands inside the hoodie that was twice his size.
"Is he like...going to spray his car or something?" You asked trying to fill the silence, Jungkook just chuckled seeing you in the reflection of the rearview mirror.
"Something like that, Bubblegum." Jungkook took a cigarette out of his pocket and passed it. You took it and waited with him until Jimin gave a signal.
A few minutes later, Jimin opened the front door with a Machiavellian smile, his hoodie was wet as was his hair. He took out his cell phone and seconds later yours vibrated.
JM: I'll wait for you in the main room.
"You can come down now, don't be gone for long" Jungkook assured you.
"What if someone comes?"
"I'll run away, do you think I'm going to save you guys? You immature fucks." Smoke came out of his pierced nose with a chuckle.
You got out of the car fixing your dress, your heart beating impatiently and confused beneath the golden necklace. You had rarely entered that house, none of them were experiences worth mentioning.
You entered through the wide double doors, the smell of sandalwood filling your space, even stronger than your Viva La Juicy.
That Britney song again, you picked up the phone.
"Jimin, where are you?" You whispered, looking around the halls in case someone appeared out of nowhere.
"I told you that in the main room, you dumb bunny." His honeyed voice made you stop your steps, and you rested your hand on the wall.
"Are you like...going to spray his car or something?"
"Um," Jimin hummed and then responded, "I don't see any cars in this room."
You laughed nervously, walking slowly up the stairs.
"Do you know what is here?"
"No."
"A California King bed, fresh sheets, and your best friend's shoulder so you can cry over your breakup. Legs and heart open."
You swallowed slowly. You really wanted to cry, how would you spend spring break without a boyfriend? Who would take you as a co-pilot in his Benz? Who would you model your bikinis for? It was so sad.
The call dropped just as you entered the room. Jimin's cargo dampened the fresh sheets laid out on the bed, his hair covering part of his eyes. His gaze focused on your walk and he bit his lip in a smile.
"Jungkook is right. You do look cute today, Bunny."
"Mm," You couldn't think about anything other than the bulge marked on his pants, just below the zipper until it ended on the side of his thigh, saliva pooling in your mouth. "Why are you wet?"
"Fell in the pool trying to enter the house."
Both laughed before intensely gazing at each other.
"Come here." Your best friend murmured and you gently approached until you were sitting on his lap that he was pointing to, you placed your head on his wet shoulder and the cold of his damp clothes made your skin crawl.
"I don't understand what I did wrong, Minnie."
"Me neither." His cold hand began to caress your hair, and you closed your eyes appreciating the treatment. The smell of the cherry lollipop in his mouth. "You're a good girl, even to those who don't deserve it."
You pouted and Jimin couldn't take it, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. His fingers dug into your hair until he squeezed it and raised your head so you could look at him, surprised to see how Jimin's other hand held a camcorder pointing at your face.
"Look at me," Jimin demanded through gritted teeth. His pupils dilated to the point of losing yourself in that dark well. "Do you remember the time you told me you wanted to be a porn star for a day?" His voice was like a constant rumble, the ones its frequency were only felt by your heart and your pussy.
You nodded, one of those confessions you knew were stupid.
"Do you want to show your shitty ex how good you'd be if you did?"
You nodded, Jimin tightening his grip on your hair, the pain making your temples hurt.
"Answer, you're a big girl."
"Uh-huh."
"Uh-huh, what?"
"Yes, Minnie." You bit your bottom lip looking into his eyes, his cheekbones jutting into a smile.
"Yes, I'm your Minnie." You purred into his lips as he collided with yours again. The lens of the device became part of the nebula that separated you and Jimin from everything else.
You opened your eyes to see how Jimin kept looking at the camera.
"Stand up, come on."
Jimin put the camera on the nightstand so he could see your entire body and stood right behind you. His invasive hands went to your breasts, massaging roughly. His lips rested on your neck, licking until he reached your ear.
Your hands held his on your chest. You were so weak when it came to him, he was so rough with you and you felt like you were always on the verge of breaking down in his arms. Strangely, that turned you on, so it was no surprise that the inside of your thighs felt hot to the touch.
"This is what I wanted to do that time you went to Yoongi's party, bringing your little boyfriend to make me jealous," Jimin whispered, lifting the dress just enough to reveal that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath it. A hiss from him.
"But you're my best friend."
"Best friends need attention too, baby bunny."
His fingers wandered until they reached the inside of your thighs, two curved fingers rubbing your clit.
"Why are you shaking?" His teasing plus the piercing of his tongue in your ear made a trickle run from your entrance to Jimin's wrist. "Dirty Bunny, I adore how sensitive you get with me."
"Only you." Your voice cracked as both fingers scissored inside you.
"I know."
His forearm anchored around your waist, bringing you closer to the camera.
"On all fours." A spank echoed off the sober walls of Marcus' room. You squealed, giggling as you reached your favorite part.
Jimin pointed the camera at your back, the dress bunching at your waist. His fingers traced the tattoo on your lower back.
"Why are you so sexy? It's not fucking fair."
"Give to me." You murmured, snatching the camera from Jimin's hands to record both of you, on the soft bed you left the device before Jimin choked you with his forearm to get you closer to his body.
His cock entered as if it had been custom-made for him. Designer pussy.
His head rested on your shoulder, and he smiled slyly along with your goofy smile. Each crash against your pussy sending shivers down your spine, your nipples hard in the air.
Jimin takes one last lick of his lollipop, the metal tangling in the cherry flavor. "Open wide, bitch."
With a smile you stuck out your tongue, letting Jimin pass the lollipop over your lips, smearing your lipstick.
The video ends in static. Too bad Jungkook didn't charge the camera before sweet revenge.
if you want more from y2k minnie x bunny:
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p.s: @hoseokshobagi thank u for the excuse so I could post it tonight
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Breaking the Rules- Chapter 21
Penultimate chapter!! (Besides a couple little epilogue things I have planned). Al has just revealed his plan to confess his crimes- how will y/n ever stop this mad scheme?
Full tags, as well as the fic if you prefer, is on AO3 here. As usual, minors please DNI!
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Hope you enjoy lovelies! 💜✌️✨
Chapter 21- The Depths
“Take that mask off.”
The fire in your voice was low and rumbling, a biting warning that you hardly thought yourself capable of. Your initial reaction at his affixing the mask had been terror, but a scorching fury had lit inside you at the audacity of Al to try this, after all this time. You’d had enough of this.
Of Al attempting this confession, of him even thinking about throwing everything -throwing you- away after all this time. The warning had little effect and Al, wearing the familiar horns and expressionless face, came closer.
“I’m serious, Al. Take. It. Off.”
Another step towards you.
Al remained undeterred, his eerie silence reminiscent of nights spent watching silently as you cried yourself to sleep on the mattress. If he was trying to evoke those memories, it was working. Cruel bastard. You slammed your good hand on the table, but as you used the force as leverage to stand, an agony speared through your arm. Al had reached you, had gripped your hand before you could stand. The tight grip had provoked the still-tender muscles in your dislocated finger and you jolted, an electric current tearing through your bloodstream. A sibilant hiss escaped through your teeth at the pain, which had forced you back onto the chair.
“I’ve got to finish this, Y/N. To pay for my crimes.”
“That wasn’t you. It was-”
“The Grabber?” he asked, a theatrical air of incredulity heavy in his voice. “Not Albert Shaw? They’re one and the same, sweet. You need to stop pretending those are two different people,” he leaned closer, “It’s all me.”
No. You’d seen the change, that almost physical manifestation of the otherness that enveloped Al like a black shroud of fog in the past. In the past, though. He might be using the same mannerisms and voice, but this was all an act. The mask wasn’t some summoning device; it didn’t automatically call on the Grabber to appear like an evocation of some paranormal being.
“It’s NOT you, Al,” you hoped the repetition of his name might break the mad spell he was trying to hold himself in, the lie he was telling himself to make all of this seem justified. Did it make it easier to betray you like this if he played such a role?
“Stop kidding yourself. Look who I am-” here, Al nudged open the wooden box with a knuckle, plucking out an item at random (the blue choker necklace) and shaking it wildly in front of you. “Look at what I’ve done! You want me to tell you how I killed each of them? Why not read that note again, huh? Or I could tell you all the details I didn’t put in that confession.”
You’d already looked away by this point, eyes scrunched closed and head shaking, trying to refute Al’s words by purposefully ignoring them. But you knew them to be at least somewhat true- your shameful averting gaze was in part because you had no retort, no justifiable defense for what he was saying. You felt the tears start at the outer corners of your eyes, tumbling down your cheeks before a much rougher sensation met your skin.
“Look at me!” Al roared, gripping your face between his thumb and forefinger, the course fingertips digging into your cheeks as he forced you to face him. Your eyes stayed closed. His voice again, softer but infinitely more lethal, spoke:
“Look at me, little bird.”
You opened your lids slowly, discerning those still-blue eyes behind the mask. Heavenly, you might have thought that shade, had they not been sitting beneath literal devil horns. Deep blue, with no trace of that hunger or feral rage that signified the Grabber. Al was angry, perhaps at what he thought to be a hopeless situation, but those emotions were Al’s alone. Not the Grabber’s- no matter how much Al pretended to still house that monster within him.
“Please take off the mask, Al.” It was more desperate and pleading now, spoken through hiccuped breaths, your tears still tracing downward paths down your face. You knew Al’s hardened resolve had already set like cement; unyielding. He didn’t answer you as he released your face from his grasp, finally letting go of your injured hand too.
You shook the pain away from your hand, looking up at Al, who stood silently over you. He sighed heavily and rolled his shoulders, as if sloughing off the last remnants of himself. His eyes closed behind the mask, and as he opened them, he spoke. The voice was barely an imitation anymore, any attempts at theatricality and grandeur erased by the hoarseness, that clear distress of his words.
“You gonna be my good girl one last time?”
You had no time to react before he pounced.
Quick hands had grabbed and lifted you from your seat before implausibly strong arms wrapped around your body. You’d been so numbed, paralyzed by his cutting words about that fragile dichotomy between Al and the Grabber, that his sudden lunge towards you had blindsided you.
“Let me GO!” You roared, your legs kicking wildly in front of you, your arms squashed too tightly under his grip to help you wriggle free.
“I- am letting- you go,” Al huffed from behind the mask, his winded breath the only sign of a struggle; his strength seemingly carrying you with ease across the kitchen, towards the wooden door waiting for you in the corner of the room. Once there, his arm had to reach out to twist the doorknob, yet with just one arm around your torso you were hopelessly outmatched. You pried an arm free, desperately clawing behind you, as if the possibility of ripping off that demonic mask might snap Al out of this madness. Your frantic mauling only served to bend your injured finger out of place once more, tearing a howl from you. With the wooden door open, Al’s free hand moved to muffle your groans.
All too much. The pain shooting through your arm, the tight grip around your body, the suffocating hand stifling your shouts, the dizzying ordeal of being carried back towards that prison you’d spent too long in. And the worst part of all of it: that Al had planned this, wanted- thought he needed this to happen.
It wasn’t the sick perversion of actually wanting a victim in the basement, carrying down your unconscious body like he had done nearly a year ago. It wasn’t the heated passion like he’d shown just a couple of nights ago, where he’d nearly dragged you down those stairs in a sudden burst of fury. This was an entirely different purpose. A kindness, in Al’s eyes- to keep you there one last time, to present you as the Grabber’s unwilling cohabitant. A short stint in those depths, to save you from a lifetime of being with him.
You felt your body still, felt the damp air, and realization hit. The realization that Al had already kicked open the metal door at the bottom of the stairwell. The realization that you were already in the basement. The physical pain of your injury, along with the growing hopelessness of the situation, meant that you’d not fought hard enough to stop this insanity. Another sickly sensation as you felt your body teetering, discerning that Al was leaning forward, dropping you to the floor, his weight on your back pinning you to the cold stone. Hands retracted, but the weight holding you to the floor only allowed a thin rasp of a breath to plead with Al. You’d always used your words before, unable to match the bestial strength on full display now, so you choked out your plea.
“Al, don’t. Please-”
“Enough.”
The coldness of that voice from behind was a steel blade in your back. He wrestled your hands behind you, though the pain of your twisted finger paled in comparison to the agonizing realization of what was happening. With both your wrists clasped in one of Al’s, you heard a fumbling and then a staccato rip of duct tape. The noise was enough to spur your body into a fresh convulsion beneath Al. The sudden struggle seemed to catch him off-guard, and he had to pacify you with a forceful grip on the nape of your neck, pushing your cheek into the cold floor. Still reeling, your ragged breaths unable to scream but your last bit of strength still pushing against him, and Al loosened his grip on your neck, only to push down even harder a second later. Your head collided with the floor, a dull thunk followed by a high-pitched buzzing in your ears. It was just hard enough to daze you, and when the buzzsaw in your brain came to a halt, Al had already tied your hands behind your back.
A more intimate sensation now, as Al held your bounds hands lightly. If it seemed a kind gesture, that fallacy was erased a moment later as he pulled at the ring on your finger. His ring, the gold band he’d given as a promise, was pried from you. Your finger felt suddenly cold, exposed. He’d gifted you the ring as a promise to keep you safe. But what good was that when Al saw himself as the danger? What good was any of it when you were drawn to that danger like a moth to a lethal flame?
“No more of my broken promises.” In saying that, Al couldn’t see the cruel contradiction that leaving you would be the biggest betrayal of all. Still, if he cared about promises at all, didn’t that show that he was still Al beneath that mask? Maybe there was time to stop this ill-conceived scheme.
Your body jolted again, this time with a pressure on your arms as Al grabbed them, heaving you across the room. Your bare legs scraped against the grimy floor as you were jostled before Al tossed you onto the mattress a few feet from the floor where he’d wrestled you. The familiar feeling of the damp, worn bed as Al threw you down was a sickening déjà vu. Instinct had you scrabbling back towards the wall, feet slipping on the dirty fabric until your head and hands hit stone behind you. A scene you’d seen dozens of times lay before you- Al standing there, fully masked, looking down at your weak, helpless body on the mattress. Somehow, knowing Al’s intention to give himself in, knowing you’d soon be without him, made this more terrifying than any of the earlier encounters. With the spool of tape still in one hand, Al retrieved something from his back pocket with his other, pulling out his small switchblade. Your pleas, desperate wriggling and heavy tears weren’t enough to stop his advance, and he strode over the mattress, dropping down with his knees astride your thighs, eye level with you.
“He’s not there, Al. You’re just pretending. Don’t act like the monster we both know is dead.” you croaked.
Blue eyes in the mask’s shadow looked back at you silently. The slight tilt of Al’s head had you wondering whether Al was still embodying those impish mannerisms, or whether he was really considering your statement.
“It’s who I need to be right now, dove.” His admittance that it was an act was little comfort when his refusal to give up that role was so evident, and you crumpled as he said those words. Perhaps he wanted to console you with a soft touch, but his resolve won out, and he got to work quickly as you cried to an unresponsive audience of one.
Some of the work was already complete: your bruises from Naughty Girl, taken willingly, would tell a different tale than your twisted game. The handprints still red and visible on your buttocks would be unexplainable as anything other than abuse to those outside of this room. The dirt and grime from your writhing on the basement floor was an extra little touch, more evidence of mistreatment. But Al had other lies to tell, and worked quickly to write the false tale. Your shirt first, Al tearing it at the collar, creating rips with his small blade. When he was done, there was more skin exposed than covered by the remnants of the cotton material. Your underwear next, which he whipped down your legs, discarding to the side. That image would leave no doubt for whoever found you, deducing what vile acts the Grabber inflicted upon you in this room. Hell, you even had his seed inside you from this morning. Who would believe that such an act was consensual, given the state of you now?
He seemed to think twice about his next move, before slow hands approached with the switchblade. You held your breath as Al drew near, the indecisive knife hovering over your neck, then chest, before Al chose the spots carefully. A couple of skillful nicks on your upper arms and thighs shocked more than hurt, the shallow cuts bursting with small patches of fresh red on your skin. A few fresher wounds that the Grabber had inflicted, giving more credulity to the fabrication that you were still a captive. The cuts barely even hurt. Not compared to everything else.
“Go deeper,” you sobbed as Al made a small incision above your knee, stopping when he heard your words. “If you’re really doing this, I’d rather be dead. Cut deeper.”
“No more killing,” Al said, folding down his knife and retreating it back to his pocket. “You’ll appreciate this one day, dove. You’ll see it was the one good thing I ever did to you.”
No retort you might muster would be enough to sway him, your mind too jumbled and shocked to form any sort of coherent argument. Your stomach lurched at the inescapable truth; that Al’s confession was coming to fruition, that he was about to lock you down here, and end it all.
“Shit-” Al had risen, looking towards the metal door before turning to you again. “Sorry dove- I broke the door lock. Can’t have you going anywhere until they find you.” In an instant he was on you, another stretch of duct tape unwinding with a cracking rip before he quickly wound a length of it tightly around your ankles.
“Al!” you pleaded as he secured your legs, running out of energy, out of ideas. “I won’t be able to stand it, seeing you go to jail. Everything that will follow-”
“You might not see me do any of that,” he explained as you gave a pained, confused look, “If I put up enough of a fight, if I’m a big enough threat, they might just shoot on sight.”
That dizziness returned without a fresh bump to your head, the idea of not just being away from Al, but him not existing at all…. It felt like you had no more cards to play. What else was there to say to persuade him apart from your true feelings?
“Al, don’t do this. I love-” a swift shadow lunged at you. Al’s hands moved to silence the tail end of your admission, one over your mouth and the other cupping the back of your head. He knew the pain of those words, what pain it would cause for him to hear those three words on your lips one final time.
“NO!” he cried, bringing the masked face close to your own. “You think you love me. After this, you’ll realize you hated me all this time. Then you’ll forget me, and that will be the happy ending you deserve. You don’t need me for your happy ending.” You stilled beneath him, even as the tears dripped over his fingers that covered your mouth. It really was over.
Through your tear-soaked lashes, you looked up at Al and nodded, showing him you were pacified, and he moved his hand in understanding.
“If you’re going to say goodbye, do it as Al. Don’t let my last memory of you be of this- this thing that I don’t see you as.”
Al tore the mask away from his face, obeying your final request. His eyes matched yours in their tearful state.
“Thank you, dove. For not seeing me as the monster.” And then he rushed at you. His lips crashed against yours, harsh and desperate and so full of love and loss. You returned the kiss, straining against your bonds to try and hold him there forever if it meant never leaving. But after a moment, he tore himself away and you released a keening wail. A quick rip of tape and Al covered your mouth, muffling your cries beneath the gag.
He kissed your temple before rising, walking briskly towards the door as if scared he might change his mind about the whole confession. You moaned desperately through the tape as he retreated. One last, lingering look and a final goodbye.
“I’m sorry, dove. I love you.”
And with that, the metal door closed.
If the closing of that metal door felt like a death sentence, it was the least he deserved, Al thought as it shut with a dull clang. But she deserved so much more, so much better. Even from behind the door, he heard the muffled screams of his love. It broke him to know how much she was suffering, even if she’d been through worse at his hands in the past. But the quicker he worked, the sooner she’d be free from her restraints and from the basement. From him, too.
He strode briskly through the house to the bedroom first. The first scene to set up. From the bedside drawer, he pulled out the handcuffs he’d been chained in just yesterday. One bracelet he looped through a headboard slat, the other left open on the rumpled sheets. The very picture of an unwilling bed partner. From the box in the closet he pulled out a few more things he scattered on the bed; some lengths of rope and some toys they’d played with during the game. Along with some risque underwear he’d bought her as a suggestive gift (also thrown on the bed), it painted a sordid, disgusting picture of the things he’d subjected this innocent girl to over months and months of captivity. Al could already picture the scandalous headlines he’d probably never live to read.
In the kitchen, Al placed the duct tape and knife from his pockets on the table with the mask he’d thrown on there minutes earlier. The confession, the wooden box and the alternate faces of the mask still sat, waiting to become evidence once Al finally did what was needed. He removed the pink-jeweled ring from his pinky finger- her ring, which he’d taken early in her captivity. First, as a cruel taunt that no one was coming to save her. Then later, as a promise that he’d be the savior she needed. What a hollow promise that turned out to be. Al put the pink morganite ring in the box with the other trophies, the silver band hitting the base of the box with a sad clatter. He put his own gold band inside too, not wanting to mar the ring his little bird had worn for so many months. That ring was an empty promise too, a past relic now. Al didn’t deserve to wear such a thing. It joined the other ring before Al closed the box.
He collected the photographs of him and his dove from the kitchen fridge and the frames in the living room- a few snapshots that he’d need to dispose of. Over the sink, he held a match to the small polaroid of her and him in an intimate, comfortable lover’s embrace, watching the edges blacken and disintegrate. Wisps of the photo fell into the sink, followed by tears as he watched it burn slowly.
As the orange flame began to eat away at his image on the polaroid film, Al thought about what was coming, and how he deserved every punishment. But to have gotten her so deep in this web, to give her hope of a future after he took her old life away, only to throw her back into the unknown, was just as callous an act as kidnapping her the first day he set eyes on her. Still, he hoped that one day, she would move on. She might mourn him a little, but in the end they’d be wasted tears.
The fire had all but erased Al in the image, moving to devour his dove next. It was his greatest magic trick he’d ever performed, Al thought. Though truly, more hypnosis than real magic. What was more incredible- that she’d fallen for him in the first place, or that he was pathetic enough to believe it could last?
The last scraps had burned out, and he scrubbed the sink of any sooty remains to finish his task. Al went to the white phone in the living room, picking it up and carrying it with him to his armchair, the corded wire taut, but just long enough for him to use the phone from his chair. One hand lifted the receiver to his ear, whilst the other hand reached towards the rotary dial.
#the grabber#the grabber x reader#the black phone#albert shaw x reader#black phone fanfic#albert shaw#the grabber x you#albert shaw x you#the black phone fanfic#black phone
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ever thought of how good jeno would be as ur sub? he'd be the prettiest, cutest puppy u could ever want, and with their tour, i keep on manifesting because of that damned choker around his neck, so a puppy sub sound just like it? whatcha say?
it... has literally been over a year... since you sent this... and I am so sorry... that I am only now answering...
but you're RIGHT ! this boy can be so subby pls he lives for praise and is so sensitive it's not even funny. do you remember when he said that some staff member at sm didn't wave back to him once and he still remembered it years after LMAO this boy is so, so, so soft and it totally reflects in sex. baby boy just wants to know he's doing a good job :(((( he just wants to make you feel good :(((( he would love a choker around his neck or some sort of article of clothing, accessory, etc. that shows he belongs to you. i imagine a choker in private, just you and him, but in public, he wears a necklace or ring with your initials so he always has a part of you wherever he goes. i can just imagine how he pounces on you after a show bc he's been hard and trying to cover his boner for like the last 1/3 of the concert. he's just begging you for release and so you're sat on the hotel bed while he grinds against your leg like a bitch in heat fr ! and since he did such a good job during the show, his reward ?? you sitting on his face. he could die a happy man between your thighs. he's moaning and whining so much that his throat is raw and has to lie to the members the next day at soundcheck about why his voice is so raspy- as if they didn't hear him all night long, begging for you to cum on his fingers, tongue, and cock again <3
#sub jeno nation rise#the sub jeno agenda you already know what's up !#again i'm sorry it took me literal ages to respond#oh my god#and you're so right queen#your brain- stunning#such a sexy brain indeed#switch jeno with him as the subbiest sub to ever sub#baby boy would be moved to tears with the way you ride him fr#he'd love that shit#overstimulated to the point he can't even remember his own name#he wouldn't want it any other way#sexygrass
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Kinktober, day 3. Bloodplay.
Pairing: Dewdrop/Rain
Words: 821
Contains: Biting, Dew being a little possessive/jealous, a bit of dry humping
Summary: Dew bought Rain a necklace, and while it's pretty, it's not what belongs around his mate's neck. He's quick to right that.
Shout out to @sphylor for inspiring this nonsense
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Steady hands slid along the soft lines of Rain's lithe body, the swell of his ribs and the curve of his waist, impatient, restless, and overheated.
Dew watched with dry-mouthed enthrallment as the water ghoul's dexterous fingers fastened the clasps into place behind his head. Rain's head tipped one way and then the other, inky curls falling loose and out of place from behind his ears. Dew ran his tongue over the back of his teeth, watching the muscle in his neck shift under the skin like a goddamn invitation. Temptation at its finest, welcoming hunger.
He unsuspectingly admires himself, and Dew is hopeless to admire him like the work of art he is. Carved from marble by the hands of the Unholy Father Himself, Rain's beauty could make angels weep.
And with lines of pearls, delicately laced around his neck, strung together as carefully as the stars in each constellation, he might just bring a demon to tears. Dew finds himself tinged with jealousy, wanting his fingers to be the thing adorning his throat but he can't say it doesn't suit him. Everything suits Rain. Especially the rubies that glittered in the light, stark red gems threaded to trickle down his neck. They catch his eye and keep his attention fixed to the ridge of his collarbones. It's a gruesome idea for an accessory, imitating a bleeding jugular, but it made Rain chuckle. Dew knew from the glint in his eyes alone, his siren had to have it.
Rocking up onto his toes to hook his chin over his shoulder, he slotted himself properly against his back. Hips pressed flush to the swell of his ass, Dew smiled with a deceiving innocence as he kissed the space beneath his jaw. Rain hummed, hands settling over both of the fire ghoul's, dangerously close to where his gills resided under the shirt.
His expression, initially amused, settled into something else. Not exactly sour, but not quite pleased.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know...It's pretty but," Rain lets his head fall to one side again with a thoughtful sound.
"But?"
His shoulders rose and fell halfheartedly, careful not to shrug his mate off. He set about taking the choker off and returning it to the velvet box Dew had given it to him in. Dew drew in a shuddered breath when Rain started to look himself over again. Bare throat on display, an unmarred expanse of skin presented to him like an offering to a deity. He could almost feel the blood thrumming beneath the skin, tantalizingly close.
"It's just…Not as pretty as the real thing, I suppose." He trailed off as he skimmed his fingers along the hollow of his throat.
Dew felt his teeth ache with want, his belly gnaw with need. He silently quirked an eyebrow, not exactly trusting himself enough to open his mouth, now when it practically watered.
"Doesn't compare."
He held Rain's waist tighter, knowing full well he'd try to wriggle away, and forced him forward against the mirror. The water ghoul choked on his breath and caught himself with a barred arm across the glass, Dew's eyes darkening over shoulder.
"Not good enough for you, water lily?" The tip of his nose traced the slope of his shoulder to the juncture of his neck, voice gone raspy.
"Dew-"
"Only the best for you, right princess?" Rain shuddered under the heat of his breath, skin pricking as color flooded his cheeks. Dew licked a heavy stripe up the side of his neck, pulse jumping beneath the weight of his tongue. "Oh I can fix that easy."
Be it from fear or arousal, Rain's eyes grew dark pupils blown out, breathing heavy with anticipation. Dew rolled his hips forward as fangs scraped over skin, dick begging for a semblance of friction. Rain's plush ass was enough to aid in fattening him up, but he gave another shameless hump forward for good measure.
All at once Rain's face twisted up, wide eyed expression sharpening from pain as teeth broke skin. He wailed, knees nearly buckling. His heartbeat felt loud in Dew's ears, a frantic little pitter patter rattling in his skull.
Sweet and metallic on his tongue, Dew felt himself growl in warning when Rain tried to shrink away from the loving embrace of his maw. Tasting him bleed was addicting, and he'd yet to get his fix. His blood was ambrosia adjacent, those rubies were no better than glass in comparison. Eyes flicking up, a low moan vibrated in his chest. Rain's face had relaxed, heavy lidded eyes and parted lips, stare starting to go distant.
Self satisfaction curled sickly sweet in his belly when the water ghoul seemed to press back against the bulge in his jeans.
Dew wanted to laugh. Rain was right, nothing was as pretty as the way blood truly stained his skin. A cheap imitation to the nectar dripping from between his teeth.
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