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[tolietpaperdreams]

Shawnter Fanfic???

Okay nobody get too excited but I might have finished the first chapter of my shawnter fic. That being said, I absolutely hate it and want to scrap it, bUT I think it can be saved with some intense editing.

-i have no idea where this story is going to go but I'm gonna scribble some plot lines together and see if I can make it work.

Will be posting either tomorrow or this weekend :)

[quickiesgirl]

Distraction - Joel Miller

Paring: Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Car sex(ish?), Vaginal Fingering, Hand Kink, Dirty Talk, Older Man/Younger Women, Established Relationship, My Shitty Writing.

A/N: I've had this idea in mind for a few months and I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out so I hope all the slutty Joel lovers enjoy.

Kinktober 27 - Car Sex

Romantic oldies played on the radio as you sat in the passenger seat, chin weighing in the palm of your hand while your teeth sunk tightly into your lip, acting as if you were gazing out the window at the radiant stars filling the sky. 

Though the night was beautiful, you had something else on your mind for the past hour, Joel Miller. 

 His arm was across the truck's center console with his large, appealing hand reached across, comfortably cupping your inner thigh, fingers molding into your plushness, while the other remained on the steering wheel. 

This simple, loving action reminded you of the lustful effect he had on your body. 

You looked to the side and gave yourself a moment to admire your partner. His coffee-brown gaze concentrated on the dimly lit road ahead with small wrinkles creasing near his eyes, graying scuffle along his jaw, leading up to his teased hair. Your legs pushed together, seeking relief from the ache between your legs.  

“See somethin’ you like, sugar?” Joel interrupted your train of thought with that husky, southern accent.  

“Maybe,” You shoot a flirtatious smile his way, feeling his thumb graze back and forth across your smooth, supple skin, making a shiver roll down your spine. 

It was instinctive nature to be close to you, always touching you in some way, just like he was now. Occasionally, he would remove himself to take sips of his coffee but always returned to give a light squeeze. Not only was praise his love language but so was physical touch. It was such a comfortable position, he could drive like this for hours, you by his side, his hand settled in your lap, warming from the skin-to-skin contact. 

It was a very loving action, but at times, it was torturous teasing. You hoped he’d just pull over for a spontaneous fuck, moving to the back and watching cars drive past while the truck rocked back and forth, and the windows steam from your hot, heavy breaths.

“You know, sweetheart, we still gotta few hours to go and I can handle the rest of the way, you should try to get some sleep,” Joel suggested in that thoughtful, caring manner of his, unable to feel the heat between your legs, the reason you’d been so restless, but you weren't about to mention that. 

“I know, but I'm wide awake, I doubt I‘ll be able to fall asleep right now.” You responded with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

He nodded and looked forward, back towards the road. He slowly dragged his fingertips up, moving closer and closer to your desperate cunt. Your hips hoist themselves up slightly, needing him in these moments. 

Joel chuckled before applying another light squeeze to your luscious thigh, listening to you sigh softly, legs clasping together before he finally spoke up, “You’re so tense, sweetheart... Are you sure you don't need some- relief?”

“W-well, what do you mean?” You stammered, trying to make it seem as if you weren't currently sitting in a pool of arousal, but that longing gaze told it all. Your body burns in a feverish warmth, embarrassed to admit that simple action was the cause of this puddle beneath you. 

You’d been with Joel long enough for him to know all of your fixations. One he took to his advantage was his hands. He’d seen you looking into your lap, silently inspecting every detail, the lengthy fingers of his hand which were a warm skin tone, a callous look to them after years of hard work, picturing the numerous times they’ve been inside you, so deep that you can feel them grazing along your cervix. You shifted continuously in a desperate manner that caught his attention, and it was relatively easy to recognize what was happening. 

“Don't think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been starin’ or the way them thighs been clenchin’ like there's no tomorrow.” Joel said, making your pussy flutter against the soft material of your panties, “I can pull over and help you unless you want me to keep on driving?” 

“I-I don’t think I can wait any longer… Please, just touch me.” You whimpered in a pathetic plea that made him take action and order. 

“need’ya to spread those beautiful legs for me, darlin’.”   

You did exactly as told, like the good girl you were, and allowed him as much access as possible while he drew your silky pajama bottoms to the side along with those cute, lacy panties of yours to unveil your aching cunt. 

“There she is...” Joel purred, resting his wrist upon your pubic bone while he took a moment to trail the tips of his fingers across your slit before parting his pointer and ring finger in a v shape, opening those puffy, wrinkled lips wide open to fully expose your arousal-soaked self before running his middle digit up and down. He proceeds to trace a few light circles on your clitoris before extending to your entrance which had been drooling. 

You inhaled sharply, ogling the sight of his hand traveling between your thighs, veins protruding in his hand, up to his forearm, just below the rolled-up sleeve of his button-up shirt. 

“Poor girl been achin’ for my touch, hasn’t she?” Joel said, pressing himself to your hole, watching you nod with those yearnful eyes and a needy, little pout, “Don't worry, darlin’, I’ll take good care of this pussy. All you gotta do is lay back and relax that pretty self for me...” 

He pushed his index and middle halfway inside, your inner walls swallowing him into complete warmth that made his cock strain in his jeans, imagining what your pussy would feel like, wrapped around him. 

Joel keeps his eyes on the road ahead, keeping steady control of the vehicle as his digits start moving in and out at a slow yet rhythmic pace, stroking your walls and massaging into the spongy tissue of your G-spot.  

“Jesus, this perfect fucking pussy, so wet and tight, it’s made to be fucked by an older man like me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes- oh god, it feels so fucking good.” You gasped softly, melting into the passenger's seat, head tossing back and thighs spreading further apart. 

“I know, sugar,” He purred in his sweet southern draw, burying himself till he was knuckles deep inside your sweet pussy with a thick layer of arousal coating his fingers. He gradually increases his pressure and speed, causing the tension of lust to knot in your stomach.

A pornographic sound leaves your pretty little lips, making him smirk proudly and curl his fingers faster from your reaction. 

You stretched the seat belt from your torso, raising your shirt past your breasts to openly fondle yourself. It was such a scandalous image for Joel to witness, and luckily for you, at this hour of the night, no other vehicles were in sight. But with all this pleasure consuming your mind, getting noticed was the least of your concerns.

He let out a low grunt, grip tightening around the steering wheel when he catches a glimpse of the bud of your erect nipple poking between your digits while you continue massaging at the soft flesh. You moan softly, thrusting forward only pushing him deeper inside your cunt. 

“That's it, darlin’, keep rollin’ those hips. ” 

The muscles in his forearm contract, forcing a third digit inside your pussy, pressing against your g-spot at a rapid pace with the palm of his hand pressed into your neglected clit, throbbing against the pressure. 

You moaned softly, mind concentrating on the euphoric state that was pulling you even closer to the edge. 

“Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you make a mess all over my fingers.” Joel increased his speed, feeling how close you were while he watched you fall apart right then and there.

Orgasmic shockwaves grip your entire body, making your inner walls contract and squeeze around him as you release all the built-up tension. Moaning out of complete pleasure with the older man’s name written across your lips, drowning out the sound of music playing on the radio with your filthy, disgraceful noises. 

A glazed-over look filled your eyes after you came, along with a sleepy-filled high, feeling the way he carefully dragged his fingers out and raised them to his mouth, casually wiping away your wetness with his wide tongue.

“Jesus…” You mutter at the lascivious sight as he smirks mischievously. 

Proceeding to lower your shirt, you feel his hand return to your thigh, which makes a warmness flutter through you as you scooch closer and happily lace your hands around his arm. 

“Feelin’ better, honey?” Joel asked, stroking his thumb back and forth against your supple skin.

“Mhm, just the remedy I needed.” A smile spreads across your face as your eyes stay in his direction. 

The pleasant sound of music and the soft scent of cum filled the truck. Something about this intimacy, sitting in silence with the radio on low and basking in the moment with your lover, was so incredibly soothing. 

Sometimes, you wonder how you ended up with such a loving partner to call yours. It's a special feeling to have him in your life. But for now, you’ll have to wait to show your appreciation through a nice fuck, and his favorite home-cooked meal once you’re back home.

His dark brown eyes glance over, watching yours become increasingly heavy till they’re finally fluttered shut, and after a few seconds of silence, you hear his voice say ever so softly, “Get some rest, hun, I’ll wake you when we’re close to home.” 

“Mmm, thank you.” You mumbled sleepily, loosening your grip above his wrist to eventually slide down to lay your hand on his, falling asleep soon after with his soothing touch still in yours.

It was barely light outside when he pulled up to the house, shutting off the truck and looking at his sweet angel, who’d been sound asleep for the last few hours. 

Instead of waking you, which he had no intention of doing, he quietly carried you inside, up the stairs to the bedroom, where he laid you on the mattress, feeling you stir slightly in your sleep before pulling up the covers and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, leaving you to get the rest you need.

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[projectbluearcadia]

Just Luci Brainrot :)

(GN!MC)

Just imagining you (MC) sitting on Lucifer's desk in beautiful lingerie as an "apology" after you make him do something stupid with your pact, and Lucifer flat-out ignores you. Or, I should say, he pretends to ignore you, and he does a good job doing it.

Internally, however, the sight of you in that skimpy underwear that highlights every lovely part of you is driving him to borderline madness. Man is edging himself just to keep up the appearance that he's annoyed. Really, he wants to take off that underwear in his teeth, take those luscious thighs in his hands and make you scream your pretty little head off.

And yet, all he does is take a paper out from under your ass and starts working like his brain isn't conjuring all kinds of things he could do to you right in that second.

Of course, you're annoyed that he doesn't even seem to care that you've gone to such a length to say you're sorry for embarrassing him, so you decide to slide down onto his lap instead.

"Lucifer," you say. "I'm rea---"

"Do you mind?" Lucifer cuts you off sharply, giving you his most irritated glare. You're really testing his self-control now. God, how he wants to just take two handfuls of that barely-clothed ass and sit you on top of the friend that was currently struggling to not make itself known. "I have a lot of work to do."

You pout.

"Can't you put me on your to-do list? I said I was sorry earlier, Luci."

"Don't call me that," he retorts. "You can wait."

You might have been able to, but he certainly can't, as much as he's denying that fact.

Which is why, when you rub against him a little bit, you're already roughly bent over his desk, his fingers teasing underneath the pathetic fabric on your hips.

"You... really love testing my patience, don't you?" Lucifer growls, and you gasp. What a lovely sound. He'll be getting plenty more of those out of you. "You should know that an apology isn't anywhere near enough to make me feel better... I need to know you won't do it again."

Lucifer's gloved hands sink into your thighs as he squeezes, clearly admiring the view he has of you. The view of your dripping sex destroying your underwear, twitching at the thought of what he'll do. And, oh, he's been thinking long and hard about it since he caught sight of your lewd form.

You hear the click of his belt, the rustle of his pants as they drop off his hips. In another moment, the bottom half of your ruined underwear is ripped to shreds, and his throbbing cock is deep inside you. He takes the time to lean his body over yours, lightly pulling your hair at the root, forcing you to arch your back a little as he whispers against your ear:

"I'm not letting you off easy this time."

[kiminachi]

hiii cau u write something about richarlison being weak for neck kisses

Richarlison x Reader:

Prize of the Night

A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST!!

Though, thanks for requesting, I apologize if it is a bit short, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy reading!

Slight Smut || Continue with Caution ⚠️

Includes: Slight swearing, neck kissing, lust

It was the day of Brazils win against Serbia.

You and Richarlison were currently celebrating in your guys’ hotel room. Though, It wasn’t all so big as the actual celebration that occurred in the locker room, you and your lover decided to continue the celebration with just the two of you. And even if it was just the two of you, it was relaxed; You both enjoyed each others company to the max.

“I can’t get over that bicycle kick Richarlison!” You said, admiring over his skill. It was a game that was going absolutely no where, until your wonderful man scored the first goal.

“I’m flattered amor! I dedicate that one to you.” He replied with a smile. He pulled you closer to him on the couch, yearning for your affection. “In-fact, I dedicate everything to you, te amo tanto (I love you so much) (Y/N).”

Anything he said made your heart soar. He knew how to sugar you up, but you loved it. It reminded you about having a loving boyfriend who cares, and is here for the long run in this relationship. “You always know what to say querido.”

“Of course I do,” Richarlison leans close to your ear, “my beautiful girlfriend deserves the world.” That sweet, velvety voice that left his mouth made your heart flutter. However, you felt as if it was your turn to spice things up even more.

Taking a glance at his lips, you quickly lean in to kiss him, catching him off guard. He groaned in surprise, but soon the surprise turned into enjoyment, as the two of you were now making out. Every kiss deepens with love and passion.

Yet, with Richarlison completely mesmerized by your touch, you propped his back against the arm of the couch, putting your hand on his chest, then grabbing his chin with your other hand. You pull away from his lips to catch your breathe. You opened your eyes to see now that you were nearly on top of him. Taking advantage, you smirked saying “and you deserve my affection, let me pleasure you, bonito.”

-Richarlison’s P.O.V-

How could I say no? She knows my body, as much as I know hers. This was the real prize, the real accomplishment.

“You’ve already started, continue me dando prazer.” (Keep pleasuring me) replying to her. Closing in the gap once again, we kissed in desperation. Hearing her moan is music to my ears. Unexpectedly, she left my lips and started to kiss my jawline. I was in bliss, but I wanted more; I wanted her to move down to my neck. “(Y/N),” I huffed, “Kiss my neck bebê, please, preciso de você.” (I need you)

She let go from my jawline, “I was just getting there meu amor, trust the process,” then proceeded to go back. I closed my eyes, feeling her gradually go from my jawline, to my neck. She placed her soft, luscious lips on my sensitive neck and began to kiss it. I groaned in delight, I was moved from bliss to ecstasy under her touch. I throbbed with each nibble, and with her moan that vibrated my neck; I couldn’t contain myself. “Fuck, (Y/N)..”

I gently grabbed her hair and sunk into the lust that grew throughout the rest of the night.

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A/N: Thanks for reading~!! 🫶🫶

[hyunniiees]

Can you please write a short drabble of Irene in her Levi’s shirt and skirt with soft!dom Seulgi? Im currently having a brain rot 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

omg yes i'm assuming it's mik festival irene? well i hope it is cause she looked sooooo gorgeous that day, changed the trajectory of my life fr 🤞

this went longer than i expected but here :)

word count: 1601

warnings: thigh riding, soft!dom!seulgi, sub!irene

seulgi slumped on the couch of the dressing room in exhaustion as she tilted her head back against the head rest, letting out a sigh. performing had always been enjoyable to her but there's no denying how tiring it is afterwards. closing her eyes, she let her mind wander around as she tried to focus on anything but the mere fatigue she was feeling.

she cursed inwardly as her brain settled on images of her lover, oh her sweet irene, in her cute little levi's top coupled with a denim miniskirt that shows off her stunning legs. seulgi pressed her thighs together as she imagined how pretty irene would look as she's bent over on a surface, ass out with her skirt lifted up to her waist.

at every passing moment, seulgi felt herself getting even more turned on at the idea of fucking irene into oblivion with her performance clothes on — though it was quickly interrupted as she heard a camera shutter going off. seulgi flicked her eyes open as she's greeted by the sight of her lover who was grinning from ear to ear.

"sorry. i had to. you looked really cute sitting like that, like a bear." irene chuckled softly and placed her phone on the table before making her way to seulgi, leaning down to press a kiss on the younger's lips.

"ready to change?" irene asked the latter.

seulgi kept mum as she eyed her lover from head to toe, from her beautiful face to her long lustrous hair, how that cute levi's shirt shaped her luscious asset — her breasts and that skirt, fuck, that stupid skirt and her sexy legs that made seulgi incredibly horny.

she needs to have a taste of irene right now.

or she'll go crazy.

the younger immediately pulled irene onto her lap, not sparing a glance at her lover's questioning look before burying her face in the crook of the latter's neck, deeply inhaling her scent. seulgi pressed kisses onto irene's neck, kissing her way up before teasingly licking the shell of her girlfriend's ear.

feeling irene shudder at the lick, seulgi purred, "you look soooo pretty in this outfit, baby. you're driving me insane.."

seulgi paused, retracting back a little to look into irene's innocent eyes before slowly sliding her hands up and down her lover's thighs, "..just makes me wanna do a lot of things to you."

seulgi watched as irene bit her lower lip in anticipation, almost letting out a whimper as the younger continued rubbing the latter's thighs from under the skirt. she then reached behind and gave irene's ass a little squeeze, slightly snickering at the way her lover mewled and jolted in surprise.

"seulgi.." the younger turned her attention to irene whose gaze had changed from pure innocence to a dark and lustful one, "..please."

"hm.. please what?"

"please, seulgi.. just do whatever you want to me.." irene pleaded, sliding a hand down to seulgi's abs as she played with the younger's waist chain.

smiling triumphantly, seulgi urged her lover to stand up before commanding her to strip, "i want you to remove everything underneath your skirt. make sure to keep your skirt on."

irene did as told, keeping her lustful eyes on seulgi each time she removed a piece of clothing from beneath her skirt. the latter maintained the eye contact as she took off both her arm warmers hastily before pulling the older girl back onto her lap. wrapping her arms around irene's waist, seulgi captured her lover's lips in a deep and passionate kiss in which irene reciprocated, circling her arms around seulgi's neck as she pulls the younger girl closer to her.

as soon as seulgi felt the older woman part her lips, the younger slipped her tongue in irene's mouth, carressing the latter's tongue with her own. irene moaned into the kiss, subtly grinding down on seulgi's lap.

seulgi's hands trailed upwards, sliding her hands into irene's shirt before sinfully stroking the older's bare stomach. she then swiftly pulled the shirt up to reveal irene's clothed breasts, causing the latter to gasp, breaking the kiss with a trail of saliva connected to their lips.

"fuck." seulgi mumbled as she ran her thumb across irene's lips, pulling back to observe the state irene was in — chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, lipstick smudged with her lips swollen from the make out session.

the older woman stared at her as she reached out for seulgi's hands before placing them onto her clothed breasts, biting her lower lip seductively. seulgi wasted no time in fondling and squeezing both her tits, smirking as she pulled irene's bra down.

leaning in, seulgi immediately latched onto irene's neck as she started kissing the supple skin, careful not to litter hickeys all over the latter's delicious skin. she then reached up to fondle irene's tits before rubbing her thumbs across her hard nipples, causing the older to moan and arch her back.

irene tangled her fingers in seulgi's hair, gyrating her hips down against her lover before letting out a whimper as the younger's jeans brushes against her clit.

"a-ah.. seulgi, hurry.."

seulgi muttered against her lover's skin, "patience, baby."

she then trailed kisses down to irene's collarbone and breasts before closing her mouth around one of her nipples, sucking it tenderly while her hand continued to fondle the other nipple.

irene couldn't help but to moan at her lover's ministrations, pulling seulgi's head closer to her chest as she moved her hips to rub herself against the younger's jeans, dampening it.

pulling away from the abused nipple, seulgi slid her hands up irene's skirt and holds her hips still before giving her a disapproving look, "hm.. did i say you could rub yourself on me?"

irene whimpered and shook her head obediently.

"exactly. and i told you to have some patience, didn't i?"

letting full submission take over herself, irene whined in shame as she looked down, wanting to bury her face in seulgi's neck. the younger then leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lover's cheek, smiling.

"it's alright, princess. just don't do that again, okay?"

the older woman looked up to meet seulgi's eyes, nodding frantically, "yes, yes. i won't, i promise."

seulgi chuckled, "good girl. now tell me what you want, my love."

melting in her lover's hold, irene purred, "can i please.. r-rub myself on your lap?"

giving her lover a warm smile, seulgi shifted her lover onto her right thigh, still keeping her hands fixed on irene's hips under her skirt, "of course you can. now go on and make yourself cum, baby."

irene gasped audibly as she felt her bare clit pressing fully against seulgi's jeans before moving her hips slowly, grinding down on the younger's lap. she then threw her head back in pleasure, moaning loudly as her grip on seulgi's shoulder tightened.

"nggh- fuck.. it feels so good..!"

seulgi watched as her lover's tits bounce at each and every of her movements before licking her lips involuntarily, taking in the sight. folding the skirt up a little, the younger stared and ogled at the way irene's clit pressed against her thigh repeatedly. she then held onto her lover's hips before pulling the latter down at every grind, causing irene to let out a hiss of pleasure.

as seulgi pushed her thigh up, the older woman couldn't help but to hasten her pace as she gripped onto her lover's shoulders firmly, feeling her clit throb deliciously. irene grinded down harder and faster, feeling the heat pool in her stomach as she felt her climax approaching.

"s-seulgi! i'm- fuck- so close!" irene moaned.

seulgi smirked as she reached back to grab onto irene's ass, squeezing it firmly before urging the latter to keep grinding. the younger then spurred her on, "that's it, baby. fuck, you're so good. cum for me, princess."

irene whimpered as she felt the burning sensation intensify in her lower body before succumbing to her orgasm, moaning seulgi's name loudly as she released all over her lover's thigh.

the younger then helped her ride through her high, leaning in to pepper kisses all over her neck and shoulder. seulgi made sure to run her hands up and down irene's thighs to calm the latter down before pulling the older girl into a hug.

"you're sooo good for me, hm? my pretty girl.." seulgi purred.

as irene's breathing stabilized, she returned the hug and physically melted in her lover's arms before pressing kisses onto seulgi's neck. she hummed, "mm.. i love you.."

seulgi chuckled and ran her fingers through the latter's hair, "i love you even more, my princess."

reaching down, she then adjusted irene's bra and shirt to cover her up modestly in case anyone comes in — if anyone even dares to come in after how loud irene was. seulgi then circled her arms back around her lover's waist before whispering, "just so you know, i'm not done with you yet," she paused and kissed the side of irene's face, "and i did say i wanted to do a lot of things to you, right?"

irene nodded against her neck.

"so we'll continue this in the hotel. that way i can use my fingers and eat you out to my heart's content. what do you say, baby?"

feeling her clit throb at seulgi's words, irene nodded enthusiastically, "yes please."

the younger woman chuckled and teasingly tapped irene's ass, "mhm, let's get changed. you made such a huge mess on my jeans."

irene clicked her tongue and slapped seulgi's chest playfully, "shut up!"

[debonaire-princess]

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 🥂

Pairing: Thrawn x Fem!OC

Word count : 2k

Warnings : none- jk, creampie, light choking, piv sex, hair pulling, scenting, thrawn speaking in Cheunh, murder scheming. 🔞

A/n : my first attempt at smut 🤷‍♀️

The after-party wooz is always the worst part of the occasion.

Veraloe thinks as she walks to the bed and plops herself face first onto the shared bed. Her groans and muffled words can be heard through the door as Thrawn walks into their lavish hotel suite, situated smack dab in the middle of Coruscant's finest commercial district.

“I thought you decided against the Emerald wine for tonight’s occasion,” he asked dryly, glancing at his wife’s luscious figure. The blue skinned husband knows well of his limits and decided to forego alcoholic beverages completely. Thus his feet do not sway, his posture impeccable, and his firm voice still carries its usual icy strength despite the late time of night.

“I guess Moff Gideon’s inquiry regarding your,” he hesitated but unknowingly emphasized it instead, “”pregnancy” has gotten under your skin, wife?”

The silence hangs in the air as he unclasps his tunic, patiently waiting for Veraloe’s answer. Of course, his question made her seethe all over again.

That damn kriff-headed Gideon has out of nowhere asked the gender of the grand admiral and her upcoming baby. In front of the whole party attendees, in the middle of an unconnected conversation regarding a local moff’s newborn.

She grits her teeth and claws her fingers into the sheets as she recollect the farkled rat’s pompous and satisfied smile as he fake worries over the condition of her body and current mind. Being a pregnant lady and all.

Which she was clearly not.

Even Thrawn, despite donning his usual glacial calm expression, was caught off guard. And thus was of no importance at all, aside from his impassive reaction and soft denial of her pregnancy, which obviously did not work as well as he thought. And the proofing of that false rumour was heaped upon her delicate shoulders.

By the stars, in all honesty, Veraloe loves parties, thrives in it. She adores the secrets shared behind bubbling champagne flutes, the glimmering lights, the soft elegant dances, it all makes the fact that she is surrounded by the very people who participate in the murders of everyone she ever loved easier to bury. It also helps that she is usually the prettiest being in attendance and was often the center of attention and gossip.

But tonight, it was an uncommonly agitating occasion. Seeing how even after drinking several flutes of Emerald wine as a show of her clearly unpregnant condition, some party attendees still came up to her and Thrawn to excitedly offer their congratulations.

During the rest of the party and the airspeeder ride home, she mulls it over in silence. She stole Tarkin’s support on Gideon’s mining land to move it over to another part of a land she owns in order to secure profit for her own gain and it, of course, angers the former Moff.

Quite petty (and smart) that he slighted her by that pregnancy lie knowing damn well he has other mining lands that are equally profitable rather than the ones she took.

Now, People will behold her body and see the extra weight on her hips, the plumpness on her cheeks, dimples in her feet, all mirages that simply aren't there.

Not that getting fatter will reduce her beauty mind you. It just meant that a pregnant wife of the Grand Admiral is considered a much easier target than a Veraloe Monik, billion dollar seductress, that is in the prime of her life.

She grumbles a string of Arduurian curses as she snaps her head back up and crosses her elbows as leverage on the bouncy mattress. Flinging her sparkling brown locks off her face. As she cups her chin on her palm, index finger grazing her lower lip, her mind starts to reflect and ponder.

Of ways to doom the insipid little moff of course. She could just outright kill him in secret if she could. Force choked him in his sleep.

She could do it all if she wants to. Certain benefit that comes with being one of the- No, the most sought out Mistress in the galaxy is that she could literally make someone disappear without a trace, be it by hired hands, or by hers.

Whichever that will quench her blood-thirst, and make her skin look even more supple. A well executed revenge does that to a person, that's a proven fact.

She absentmindedly bit her nail as her lip coil in a sinister smirk.

As the plan starts to take shape and envisioned in the compartments of her brilliant scheming brain, she felt the mattress under her dip.

She peered over her shoulder to the view of Thrawn, on top of her, long feet straddling her lower body. She felt his cool calloused palms lay flat on the skin of her shin, moving to her thighs, pushing her white naboo-silk dress up, up, up, as he goes. Exposing her scantily panty-clad bottom to the cool air of the hotel room, his eyes unmoving.

He stops his ministrations and squeezes her plump ass just enough to make it change to a color of his liking.

A small gasp came before she could stop it. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she decided to be a tad bit cheeky.

“Now what- do you think- you are doing, Admiral?” She fakes a naiveté tone to her obvious rhetorical question.

When she moved to turn her body Thrawn’s hand moved to the small of her back and held her there.

“Stay like this please,” he murmured as he unzipped his pants. “You seem tense tonight, as you should be. Moff Gideon’s baseless assertion has caused a troubling amount of miscommunication for you to smoothen out. No doubt it puts quite a dampen on your mood, even Governor Pryce can tell from across the room.”

“However,” his low voice softened, “you were so composed, so calm despite such aggression.” He leaned down and kissed the back of her head, giving it a slow and deliberate whiff. “Again, you charted the political waters for m- for the good of us both.” A small smile touched his lips and he placed a single gentle kiss on the side of her forehead.

A clinking sound of belts can be heard, signaling he finally slipped off his pants. Possibly taking out his half hard cock in doing so.

“Oh please.” Veraloe turns her body slightly, touching the side of his face in her hand, his glowing red eyes stare deeply into her equally darkened soul. “Your polite yet stern denial of the congratulatory offers gave me assistance as well. Aaand maybe your usual joyless expression helps matters too, no one can look so icy with a baby on the way.” She gently caressed his pronounced cheek. She leans close and puts her lips to his ear. And softly bit it.

“Now,” she licks her lips in anticipation, “you gonna fuck me silly or what?”

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A cacophony of moans and noises of slapping skin bounced off the walls as Thrawn pounded into Veraloe from the back. His hand grips the fat of her legs like a vice till the tips of his cool fingers whiten.

He pressed her hard into the mattress, giving her no choice but to take it. Take him.

“Vu- Vurawn, please,” his nickname slips out her moaning lips. Veraloe doesn’t even know what she’s begging for since her husband’s impressive length started to mess her head silly. She can feel it in her throat as he gives a particularly hard thrust.

Thrawn buries his fingers into her scalp, and pulls her up by a fistful of hair. “What do you, hah, want?” He whispers breathlessly into her ear.

Through her haze she manage to form words despite the unyielding pace he keeps on blessing her pussy with, “Fuck me silly, Vurawn,” she grins knowing damn well he’s gonna give her what she wants.

He slams her face into the plush mattress and proceeds to pick up speed. The lewd sound of relentless slapping of skin mixing with screams and grunts are only muted from the rest of the city due to the window’s bulletproof thickness. The smell of sex wafting in the empty air of the suite, The Chiss’s sensitive nose wrinkles as he gulps the smell down his throat, savoring it, making him hazy.

His eyebrows creased as he tunnel focused to the feel of thrusting into her gripping walls, slick and oh-so begging to keep his cock inside. He can feel his saliva start to gather on his tongue, spilling to the side of his mouth.

The warrior falters ever so slightly when he feels her insides clench tighter. The view underneath him he considered a form of art in itself.

Her sheer-covered back glistens with sweat as her spine arches. The city lights sifting through large windows hit her figure just so, intensifying the glittering diamonds freckled all over her skin. In each squirm of Veraloe’s body, diamonds on her skin reflect the light onto their surrounding walls, creating their own brand of majestic aurora.

“P- put your hand here,” Veraloe panted and pats the back of her exposed neck. And he does exactly as she instructed, and more. He grasped her neck to cut off her air flow, maybe even enough to bruise. Just the way he knows she likes it.

Breathless and rough.

“Aaanggghh~ Vurawn!”

A choked moan kept on spilling out even as he grips onto her neck for leverage. Thrawn keeps fastening his pace, however that works. Pistoning into her sopping pussy as if he himself wants to make that lie Gideon spouted come true. He almost unravels just from that thought alone.

slapslapslap-

The sound of her pussy and his wet cock can make even the other famous whores of coruscant blush in embarrassment.

The blue alien leaned down and sniffed her neck, searing the smell of her sweat and sex into his brain for later use, when the navy requires him to be away from the warmth of her arms, from the firm grip of her delicious cunt.

“Cseo bun, Cseo bun, Cseo bun, Cseo-“ he muttered the cheunh phrase in repetition like a prayer. A prayer for how lucky he is to be able to savor such a taste.

Her whimpers grew ragged as he kept on pounding into her hole, her legs spread so wide with her pussy soaked, his cock glided in and out with ease. Her manicured nails dug hard into the mattress as she gripped the sheets to steady her body. Air pumped in and out of her lungs as she was harshly shooked back and forth at a relentless pace.

When Thrawn slipped his hand to roll her bundle of nerves with his expert slender fingers, it was over. Veraloe reached her peak with a mix of a wailing cry and a long choked gasp. Throat sore from the lack of air and the abundance of uncontrollable screams she let out.

“I- I’m-“ for a nanosecond, the rarest phenomenon in the whole galaxy happens, the grand admiral stutters his words.

Thrawn follows suit 3-4 thrusts in when he finally ejaculates his hot ample seed inside her. A slew of cheunh curses spill out his lips as he shuts his eyes, reveling in the way his whole body slightly shakes in ecstasy.

They lay still for a few seconds, the out of breath Chiss on top of the heaving Arduurian.

Spent and sweaty, still in half of their respective formal wear.

When Thrawn moved to pull out. Veraloe halted him. “Ngh, no no.”

“What? What do you need, Wife?” He asked, reaching out and wiping away beads of sweat off her temple.

“Just… be still,” she gave a staggering breath, as if desperate for something, “don’t pull out just yet..” She stops before a please slips out her lips.

“I see.”

Nodding in confirmation, the chiss grasped her by the hips and turned to lay both of them on their side. The taller man spooning the other. Limp cock still warm and snug inside her, spent slowly spilling from the sides. Neither really cared much for it anyway.

“Stop sniffing my hair, creep.”

He chuckles, “Can’t help it. You smell divine, Ch'acah.” Thrawn said as he deeply inhaled the Arduurian rose fragrance he was secretly obsessed with.

She huffed, “You better pay me for the laundry tomorrow, this silk dress cost more than your monthly admiral wage.”

Her husband sleepily hums his assent. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing motion and nudges his nose into her nape. His cool lips land soft pecks here and there.

Veraloe can only huff in annoyance, tenderness and loving caresses wasn’t part of their marriage agreement and she’d like it to stay that way.

But even she isn’t immune to the tug of sleep that so often pulls her down post-coitus.

So she grew silent. And so does He.

Tonight, they felt safe enough to sleep wrapped around each other’s embrace.

TRANSLATION!

Cseo bun : so good

Ch'acah : love

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XIX.

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Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Hello there, hope you are well. It’s been frosty and snowy in the UK over the past few of days and it is making everything look so pretty. How about you, what’s your weather behaving like? Also, please prepare yourself for massive feels in this one. Take care, all my love, Saskia <3

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You awaken naturally when the sun begins to cast a glow and warmth into your bedroom.

There's a smile on your face. You feel so light and airy.

Images of your time in Fiddler’s Green with Morpheus flash behind your eyelids. The way the sunlight touched his face, carving out his cheekbones. The rosy pink of his lips as they were upturned by his contentedness. The lustre in his eyes as he watched you drink in the beautiful nature around you. How he had sat so still and serene when you had explored the celestial scenes inside his coat.

The kisses too. You can feel your mouth tingling from them, despite the fact that it had technically happened inside your head.

Morpheus’ technique was faultless; there was the correct amount of pressure and yield between you both, and the fact that you hadn’t gone any further, it was refreshingly mature. You were no longer a hedonistic teenager and he was definitely not either, if he ever had been one.

What surprises you the most is that you don’t feel frightened by this development. Before, you had admonished yourself for kissing him and had sought to contain your less than platonic feelings, yet kissing him had felt like the right thing to do.

The two of you clearly shared a mutual attraction. Why else would Morpheus have initiated it?

You grin widely, it is impossible to suppress.

Were physical interactions with humans going to pale in comparison from now on? Based on the satisfaction you currently felt, it was looking highly likely.

You reach up to swipe at an itch on your nose. Something strange is found there; a soft disc. You open your eyes to inspect the object.

A petal is sticking to the pad of your index finger.

A cherry blossom petal.

You then notice the Sakura scent that is dispersing around you. It is luscious, but it shouldn't be there.

Adrenaline forces you up into a seated position.

There's pink everywhere. On every surface. Sticking to your exposed skin. Caught in your hair.

Realisation dawns on you with a stomach dropping shock.

You've just pulled some of the dream through into the waking world.

"Fuck!" You curse out loud.

With flitting thoughts, you are going back through the past few days to try and find a trigger.

There's nothing bad.

No confidence knocking incidents at work, or disquieting news, nor fear inducing encounters.

If anything, you have been the opposite of bad. You have been happy. Morpheus had seen to that.

Perhaps too well, it now seemed.

“Fuck,” you repeat again, more quietly.

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It takes you hours to clean your room. You resort to scooping the petals into a bucket and then depositing them into the compost bin by your front door. It is tiring but at least the manual task gives you time to think about things.

You reach the conclusion that it is intense emotions of any kind that causes your ability to manifest.

You know you must tell Morpheus of what you did but after the events of last night, you are somewhat conflicted.

There is care and affection and understanding between you. Friendship. A considerable achievement based on how precarious your association had been at one time. The thought of shattering such a fragile thing, a thing that indicated the beginnings of an attachment, you cannot bear it. And when you factor in the other friendships you have forged in the Dreaming...

When all the debris is cleared, you sit dejectedly on your bedroom floor. Various courses of action are followed through to completion in your mind. You do this repeatedly, agonising over minute details in the hope that you can figure it out. Yet the only thing you settle on is this:

There is just one route that can be taken.

When it reaches night time, you heave your leaden frame into bed. You close your eyes and picture him in your mind.

"Morpheus." You whisper. “I need to talk to you but I don't think it is safe for me to come to the Dreaming.”

You are pulled under in a matter of minutes.

You are standing in a void.

An inky, echoing void, painted in hues of twilight, deepening into midnight the further you look. You are unable to locate a boundary in the barren space. 

Morpheus emerges from the darkness.

“Where are we?” Your voice echoes eerily.

"A place outside the usual boundary of the Dreaming."

"And the dreamers will be safe from me here?"

"Yes," he utters the word with total reassurance.

You release the breath you had been holding with a shaky exhalation.

"You are distressed, Y/N," he states, drawing closer to you. “Has someone hurt you?”

You shake your head. Your heart constricts uncomfortably as you prepare to divulge the terrible information.

“I pulled part of last night’s dream through into my bedroom. The blossom from the trees.”

From the disturbed expression on his face, this was something that Morpheus had not anticipated being able to transpire.

“You have not been stressed,” he reasons.

“I know.”

“And I did not feel any disturbances in the structure of the Dreaming.”

It suddenly dawns on you however, that you had been trembling; you had reasoned it to be because of the coat but maybe there had been something else at play.

“You have to do something,” you say firmly.

He shakes his head. “I am forbidden from taking action against a human who is not an active threat.”

Your voice rises in pitch, “What about this do you not consider an active threat?”

“I will find a way to handle this,” his tone implies he is trying to shut the conversation down.

This only riles you further. “No. You have to take away my ability to dream.”

He blinks and processes your statement. “I will not. To sever you from the Dreaming, it would take away so much of what it means to be human. I could not do that to you.”

“So you would rather see me dead?” You blurt out.

Pain and confusion flicker in his eyes.

“Matthew told me how vortexes are usually handled. I may not be one, but I know that I pose a serious threat to the Dreaming and that you must neutralise it.”

You begin to intellectualise out loud. “The function of sleep is not to dream but to rest and repair the brain and body, and process the day's events. As long as I can still do those things, it doesn't matter whether I can dream and I’m fairly certain that is the case otherwise you would have already mentioned that.”

You look Morpheus straight in the eyes, challenging him with the stubbornness of your gaze. “Am I right?”

His mouth falls into a severe line. “You are correct. Your health would not be compromised.”

It’s all the confirmation that you need to feel like you are making an informed decision, yet it doesn’t stop him from making a last ditch attempt to sway your resolve.

One of his hands twitches towards yours as if he wants to touch you.

“If I cut you off from the Dreaming, you will turn your back on all the relationships you have made here. You will be unable to visit the places that bring you comfort. I would-”

“I know,” you interrupt, forcing back a sob. “Of course I would miss the life I’ve built here. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since the moment I woke up.”

You can see that it is going to take more than that to persuade him so in your desperation, you begin to lie about your feelings. You hate yourself immediately for doing it.

“That being said, I can't live in a dream forever. I have a life in the waking world. The only reason I am here in the first place, with such awareness, is because of a malfunction in my brain. You have to let me go."

He turns away from you, taking a deep breath.

“There is no other way. You know I am right,” you persist verbally and move to keep his face in view. “It’s the only way to protect your realm.”

His face is blank.

“Please, Morpheus,” you are almost begging now. “I don't want to hurt anyone again.”

Time crawls sluggishly as you wait on tenterhooks for his answer.

Begrudging acceptance takes his features. He eventually nods in defeat and takes two steps backwards. Anguish seeps from his form.

When he looks at you again, the familiar and comforting blue of his eyes has gone, replaced by a shining silver. It’s like the eyeshine seen in nocturnal animals when a light catches their retinas.

The effect unsettles you.

His coat suddenly whips in the wind, each movement casting shadow shapes into the space around and between you.

He extends his right arm and for the first time, you feel his power in its undiluted form. It warps every molecule creating a chimera curtain across the confines of your body.

The temperature is tepid, inoffensive, however the intensity is stunning. You choke back a vocalisation of discomfort, stifling it into a shaky whimper.

Numbness takes your fingers and toes before travelling up your limbs.

The boundless energy pushes deeper into your chest, concentrating in the space a few centimetres below the hollow of your throat.

Realisation dawns on you with heartbreaking clarity. There is such thing as a human soul, and Morpheus was about to breach yours.

There is resistance. Painful resistance. You close your eyes, urging the strain to dissipate. You know that you will not be able to withstand it much longer yet you know you cannot give up now.

The tension snaps.

Your eyes fly open.

Morpheus' face jumps.

Everything that he needs to consume rushes out.

You feel the entire agonising loss of it.

It is over in a matter of seconds.

Then everything stills.

Morpheus lowers his hand.

It is done.

You feel like you are falling.

Morpheus moves forwards quickly, arms outstretched as if to break your fall but no feeling of being caught ever comes.

You instead wake in your room with a sickening jolt.

Rivers of tears are tracking down your cheeks and strangled cries bubble out of your throat.

You had done the right thing and you knew it. But it didn’t stop you from feeling like you were shattering into millions of pieces.

Morpheus was unreachable.

The dream was over.

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A/N II: I’m really sorry. 

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"Forget the horror here. Leave it all down here. It's future rust and then it's future dust."

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Clipped Wings - Chapter 5

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Sol had yet to return from his travels, but he’d sent a letter to Anaria as soon as he’d spoken to King Dyon at Shimmerfort. She was reading it over now, wondering if he would be back in time for her birthday. Spring was coming to an end, summer coming hot and fast. 

Anaria didn’t mind. She liked the summer, despite the heat. There were good things in the summer. Her birthday was the first day of the season, which also happened to be the celebration of the New Year. The year was currently 2356, as far as the Nessari calendar went, and it would end on the first day of Svoron, Anaria’s birth month.

Preparations were already under way for the party, but, reading Sol’s letter, Anaria realized it’d need to be bigger this year. Feycrest would be hosting humans for the first time in a very long time, maybe a thousand years or more. 

Her heart sank a little when she read that the marriage agreement was now set in stone, and that Prince Girad would be coming to Feycrest as well.

She was engaged to a human prince she’d never met. 

Anaria put the letter down, put her head into one hand. 

“Everything alright, princess?” Wyniin asked. 

Anaria looked at Wyniin, standing there in all her beauty, luscious curves and roundness accentuated by the dress she wore. As Anaria’s personal servant, she didn’t have to wear the servants’ livery, just a purple crest on the bodice: an arrow crossing over a feather.

“May I have wine? Red?” Anaria asked. She waved the letter, gave a sarcastic laugh. “I am to be married.”

“And you are upset by this?”

“Well… humans are coming to Feycrest,” Anaria explained. “With my father. We’ll be hosting them. Their prince… is my fiancé.” She stood from her chair, rubbed at her temples a little, leaving the letter on the table. 

Wyniin just nodded a little cautiously. Anaria had never snapped at her, but she most certainly knew about the fit she’d thrown with her father and Sylvae. 

“I have to prepare,” Anaria said. She straightened herself, shook out her feathers, then smoothed over her skirts. “Summon my lead chamberlain as well,” Anaria told Wyniin. “There is to be a bigger party for my birthday this year.”

“Of course, princess.”

And then Wyniin was off, leaving Anaria alone in her chambers. She sighed, shook her head, then set to neatening things up in her main sitting room a little. She didn’t have to do it, but she wanted it presentable when she spoke with the chamberlain about the preparations.

While she put bookmarks in certain books she’d been reading (she had two at the moment with another stack nearby), she thought about the humans. Would they speak Nessar, or would she be expected to speak Aborskenian? A mix of both? She figured brushing up on the language wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

She straightened out her books, used her feet to straighten the round carpet a little, and fluffed a pillow on the sofa. Really, she could have servants do all this for her, but the tasks were so menial and easy to do on her own that she didn’t mind.

Anaria strode over to the windows and pulled them open, letting in a dry breeze. She was glad Feycrest didn’t often boast humidity. Oh, the things it did to her hair!

She leaned on the window sill, looking out over the courtyard where her garden rested. She’d have to do a lot of watering today, it looked like, and maybe some weeding. She liked her garden. It was something she’d built herself, something she was quite proud of. It gave bursts of radiant color against the white stone of the palace. Her favorites were the bright red amaryllis. 

Wyniin returned with the wine, placing a chilled pitcher, condensation dripping off the metal, onto a cloth on the low table in the middle of the room. Goblets were set out for Anaria and the chamberlain.

“Thank you, Wyniin.” 

“Is there anything else you need, my lady?” Wyniin asked respectfully, hands folded in front of her, white wings spread a little. 

“Would you do my hair?” Anaria asked. It had yet to be done up today, was just hanging in loose straight lines around her shoulders.

“Of course.”

Anaria sat on the nearest sofa as Wyniin went to retrieve Anaria’s hair pieces, brush, and mirror. She considered wearing a headdress, but waved off the idea. It wouldn’t do for gardening.

Wyniin returned, stood behind the sofa, and began brushing Anaria’s hair. Anaria liked having her hair brushed. It was soothing to her.

“Wyniin?”

“Yes.”

“What else would you do? If you weren’t a servant, I mean?”

“I’m not sure, princess.” Wyniin was pulling the front of Anaria’s hair into two braids. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious,” Anaria responded with a small shrug. She kept her wings spread and pressed against the sofa so they wouldn’t get in the way of Wyniin’s work. It was a little uncomfortable, but she overall didn’t mind. 

“I suppose… Well… I want to marry someday,” Wyniin responded. “I don’t know if I’d want to be anything than I am now.” She pulled the braids back, tying them together with ribbon. 

Anaria wanted to ask if she liked serving the royal family, but really, it was much too loaded of a question. Wyniin would feel inclined to say yes despite all other feelings, given that she was talking to a member of said royal family. 

That just led to Anaria thinking of how she wished her family was bigger, that it wasn’t just her and her father. She yearned for a mother she’d hardly known. She couldn’t remember her face. She’d died when Anaria was 6 from a cause that Sol didn’t discuss with her. She’d been nurturing, Anaria thought. She could almost remember her embrace sometimes.

And there were no grandparents either. They’d both died fighting skirmishes on the borders of Esken, and Sol had been crowned king at 28. Really, it felt like there was no longevity in her family, which was an odd thing for Nessari. They aged slowly, very slowly, usually living to around 500. 

Anaria put all that in the back of her mind though. She could worry about her own life later.

“Who would you marry?” Anaria asked.

Wyniin laughed, letting her hands fall from Anaria’s hair. She passed her the mirror. 

“I imagine a legendary warrior coming to sweep me off my feet sometimes,” she said. “I know it’s silly, but it’s a nice thought.”

Anaria couldn’t help but laugh with her. She used the mirror to examine, then admire her hair. She was beautiful and she knew it, and Wyniin had just helped. 

“Thank you, Wyniin.” Anaria handed the mirror back to her. “It looks lovely.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Anaria looked over at the window, at the blazing sun that was high in the sky.

“I suppose it’s time for your lunch.”

“Yes, my lady.”

“You may go.” Anaria patted her hand fondly. “Thank you.”

Wyniin bowed, turned to go put Anaria’s things away, and leave for lunch.

“I hope you get your wish!” Anaria called after her as she leaned forward to pour herself some wine, and Wyniin laughed in response. 

“Me too!”

Wyniin left, and it wasn’t long after that the lead chamberlain arrived, dressed in purple and gold. She bowed to Anaria.

“What do you require, Your Highness?”

“Celebration plans,” Anaria said. She gestured to the other sofa for her to sit, then poured her some wine. “They need to be bigger this year.”

“Oh?” 

“Humans are coming to Feycrest,” Anaria responded. “Along with my fiancé.”

The woman looked mildly surprised, but drank her wine with grace. 

“What do you want us to do?”

Anaria smiled. Maybe the party wasn’t for the best reason, but a party was something she could get into. Anaria loved parties.

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Sol flew close to the ground, wanting to stay near the line of horses that made up King Dyon and his guard. Girad, apparently having been camped over the border, had joined them. He hadn’t said much to Sol yet, seeming to be a bit shy, but otherwise polite. He was about as tall as his father, with flowing blond hair that went a little past his shoulders, gray eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. 

It felt odd leading humans into his land, and there was a part of him that was nervous, despite he and Dyon both having signed the treaty and agreed to Anaria and Girad’s engagement. This was his ally now. Perhaps a very rude ally, but an ally nonetheless. At least Girad didn’t seem to have the same temperament as his father. He wouldn’t want something like that for Anaria.

Sol had been offered a horse, but he declined. He wanted to feel the wind under him, feel the strength in his wings. Besides… he’d never ridden a horse before, and the last thing he wanted to do in front of new allies was embarrass himself, (which he was certain that he would). The humans made mounting and riding look easy, but he doubted it was without some training. 

He’d sent a letter to Anaria about his return journey to Feycrest, which might be made slower by the humans, but he hoped to arrive by her birthday. He’d missed a lot of her birthdays when she was younger, too lost in the dregs of alcohol to pay attention. He wanted to make that up to her as much as he could. 

They eventually stopped to break for lunch. Sol landed with ease beside Dyon and Girad as they began to dismount, wiping some stray hairs out of his eyes. His bun might need redoing before they set off again.

Girad rubbed his horse fondly on the neck and murmured some words to him before handing him off to one of the grooms. 

Dyon did no such thing with his horse, Sol noticed. He really appeared to be a callous man.

“When will we arrive in Feycrest?” Dyon asked, slipping off his riding gloves. Sweat gleamed on his brow. Sol didn’t understand why the humans were mostly insisting upon clothes with longer sleeves and pant legs. Maybe they just didn’t have clothes for warmer weather.

“Hopefully the first day of Svoron,” Sol said in Aborskenian, though he didn’t know how to translate the month name. “The beginning of summer.”

“I know what Svoron is,” Dyon responded with a roll of his eyes. “We have a calendar too, you realize.”

Sol opened his mouth to say something, but clamped it shut. He wasn’t at all talking to Dyon like he was stupid. Perhaps it was the difference in language. Sol’s Aborskenian was not as fluid as Dyon’s. 

Girad nudged his father in the ribs with his elbow, whispered something to him. Dyon sighed.

“My apologies, Majesty,” Dyon said, though it sounded forced. Girad had probably reminded him of his manners. “It’s been a long ride.”

“I understand.” Sol most definitely did not understand. What was the point in treating an ally and fellow king like this? Dyon irked him. A lot. Perhaps he’d be able to speak with Girad more during lunch. He seemed very different from his father.

Sol, Dyon, and Girad sat together on unfolded stools as they waited for lunch to be made. Sol wasn’t very particular about food, but he was wondering what the humans were cooking. He’d never smelled it before. 

“Would you prefer a Nessari dish or Aborskenian dish, Majesty?” one of the Nessari servants asked of Sol.

Sol looked at the food Girad and Dyon were being served. It smelled delectable, though he had no idea what it was. 

“I will try some of the Aborskenian food,” Sol responded. “Thank you.”

The servant bowed his head and went to fetch Sol a plate.

“What… is that?” Sol asked, pointing at the reddish-brown slab of meat that Girad was cutting into. He wanted to converse with him rather than his father.

“Cow,” Girad responded in Nessar. Or, that was at least what Sol thought he said. His speaking would probably grow easier to understand as they continued. “Do you have cows?”

“Yes, we use them for milk and leather.” Sol was looking at the meat oddly. “We don’t eat them though.” 

“What do you eat?” Girad questioned as Sol was handed his plate. His mouth watered at the smell.

“Antelope makes for a good meal,” Sol said.

Girad raised his eyebrows. “What… is an antelope?” The word sounded incredibly foreign on his tongue.

Sol didn’t know what to compare it to for him. “It has antlers,” he provided awkwardly.

“Like a deer?” Girad seemed to be getting into this conversation now.

Sol had no idea what a deer was. He laughed, shook his head in amusement, then began cutting into the meat.

Popping it into his mouth made his taste buds explode. Oh, this was good. He made a pleased humming sound, trying to keep in the moan that wanted to follow suit. 

“Delicious, isn’t it?” Dyon asked. He looked like he felt ignored. Good. He should be. 

“Absolutely,” Sol responded. 

They made small talk over the meal, not really asking each other of important things. It probably wasn’t the time and place for it. 

Afterwards, while the servants were cleaning up, Girad pulled Sol gently aside. 

“I… apologize for my father,” he said in Nessar, the words not sounding right on his tongue. They were too round, not sharp enough. He seemed to grasp what he was saying and hearing though, and Sol was honored that he was giving his language an attempt when he himself knew Aborskenian. “He can be rather rude.”

Sol kept in an amused snort. “I’ve taken notice.” He looked over at Dyon, who was receiving his horse from one of the grooms. “Is he always in a bad mood?”

“Quite frequently,” Girad responded. A groom came to give him his horse. The horse whinnied at seeing a new person, but Girad took the reins and calmed him down with a pat on the neck. He was a tall beast, almost the same gray as Girad’s eyes, and dappled with white. Sol was tempted to touch it, as the fur looked soft and silky. He’d never touched a horse before or been this close to one.

“This is Eless,” Girad said about his horse. “He’s been a good friend.”

Sol just stared a little, unsure of what to say. The beasts they rode were friendly with them and not angry about their subjugation? 

“Eless, this is King Sol.” Girad said. He pulled him a little closer by the reins, which Eless seemed to be okay with. He nodded at Sol. “You may touch him if you wish.”

Sol, feeling a little fascinated by all this, and completely out of his element, reached up a hand.

“Let him sniff you first.”

Eless’ snout was wet against Sol’s hand, and Sol laughed as he whickered in a friendly manner and shook out his mane. 

Then, very suddenly, Eless was turning, and his snout was pressed against the inside of Sol’s wings. Sol nearly lost his balance, but Girad caught him by the arm. 

“Sorry!” 

Sol laughed good-naturedly. The horse’s attention to his wings tickled like he wouldn’t believe. 

“It’s alright. This is his first time meeting a Nessari, yes?” 

“Come on, Eless.” Girad gently pushed him away from Sol, and the horse stamped a little. There almost seemed to be amusement in his dark eyes. “And yes, it is.” 

“Are you done fooling around, Girad?” Dyon’s voice came in Aborskenian. The two looked up, found him already mounted and ready to go. 

“I was just introducing the king to my horse,” Girad said defensively. It looked like he wanted to say something else, but clearly didn’t want to get into an argument. That would just be embarrassing for everyone involved. 

“Well, get on it and let’s get going.” 

Girad sighed, gave Sol a half smile, and then put one foot in the stirrup to mount. 

Sol patted Girad on the arm, already beginning to feel a fondness for him, and took to the skies. 

[slowpoke123321]

SHADOW AND TWILIGHT CHAPTER 1: REUNION

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55675726

Zant stood at the frame of the door in the storage room of the base. Inside of the cold and dusty room, sat a cage covered by a large cloth. He stood still and silent, not sure of what new creature he was supposed to make join his Master’s army. The creature didn’t make any noise, no breathing, no mumbling, nothing. So, he hesitantly walked over to it, crouching down to see. Zant stared at the cage, feeling…strange. This creature held a familiar aura, he sensed it as soon as he got close. His hand reached forward, lifting up the cloth. His heart stopped at the sight of this creature. Inside of the cold cage was a woman, a beautiful woman with the brightest yellow eyes Zant had seen out of any other pair of yellow eyes he had seen. Her luscious black hair styled into a very lengthy braid. She wore a black turtle-neck tank top and black baggy pants to match her hair. Her arms had a dark pattern covering them up to her shoulders. Her ears clearly missing chunks of them, looking like they had been bitten… But his breath didn’t catch just because of her looks. He hadn’t seen this woman since the Era of Twilight. He knew this woman. He was in love with this woman. This woman…was his queen. Her eyes widened and her voice was quiet.

“Zant..?”

Zant whispered softly back to her, “Selene..?”

Zant rushed to remove the cloth and unlock the cage door. Once the cage door swung open, Selene jumped out and into the Ursper’s arms. She squeezed him tightly and he returned the tight squeeze, afraid that she would disappear if he let go. He could barely believe it. After his death, as he was stuck in his limbo hell, he thought he’d never see his love ever again. A shaky breath escaped his trembling lips. “Oh my queen…” he murmured, “you look just as beautiful as I remembered…” Selene pulled away a little to see his face, a loving and caring smile on hers. Goddesses she was beautiful… “My darling king… you’ve returned to me…” she mumbled. Zant smiled back at her, “And I will not ever leave you again, my love.”

Shadow and Twilight would never be separated again.

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The two rulers walked side by side down the hallway, trying to make up for all of the centuries they spent apart. “...and so Master Ganon has returned. That is why you were in that cage; he wanted you in his growing army. I am certain that he will be pleased to hear that one of his strongest warriors has returned to us,” Zant finished, trying to fill Selene in on the current state of this strange world. Selene grinned toothily, her usual smug look had returned to her bright eyes, “So you’re telling me that this chick named Cia fucked up the timelines for Blondie? You’ve gotta be pulling my leg here, pretty boy.” Zant chuckled and shook his head, “I am afraid that I am being completely serious, my dear. But nevermind that for now. I must introduce you to the others. I am sure they will be thrilled to-” Zant was interrupted by a loud and very dramatic gasp coming from an overly dramatic painter at the end of the hall. “Darling! Is that truly your beautiful face that I see?” Yuga spoke with a bright smile at the sight of Selene. “Auntie! Holy hell, how have you been?” Selene’s eyes shone as soon as her old companion, running over to Yuga, both immediately turning into chatterboxes. A small smile came upon Zant’s lips at the reunion. It felt reassuring that the introductions wouldn’t go in a negative direction. The war was already putting much more pressure on his shoulders than expected, so at least this was sure to go right.

So the three walked further until they finally ran into the Demon Lord. Ghirahim’s face looked surprised for a second before settling into a smirk, “Oh hello, Birdbrain. I wish I could say that it is good to see you, but I would hate to be a liar.” The Shadow Queen grinned at the sword spirit, “Aww, still so sour, diamond? I suppose being stuck in a sword would make anybody sour, eh?” Ghirahim rolled his eyes, placing his hand on his hip, “Well as much as I would love to stay and chat, I am afraid I must be on my way.” Yuga nodded and turned her head to Selene, “I am afraid I must get going as well, my dear.” Selene pouted, sighing,” Fineeeeeee…Bye Auntie…” The painter chuckled at her pitiful pout and patted her shoulder, “Goodbye, darling.” The two lieutenants parted from the other two, Zant taking the opportunity to speak, “I should show you to Master. It would not be the smartest decision to keep him waiting.” Selene nodded, she knew it was an awful decision to keep him waiting too. She had seen what happened to those in the past that kept him waiting…

So the king and queen stood outside of Ganondorf’s throne room, the door guarded by Gerudo guards. Zant nodded his head slightly at the guards, signaling for them to open the large door. The first thing that met their eyes was Ganon sitting on the throne that sat inside. His large, fiery eyebrows rose slightly. Zant and Selene bowed, Selene much more hesitant than Zant. Ganon spoke, “And who have you brought to me, Zant?” The two rose, Zant responding, “This is the queen of the Shadow Realm and the last Mico alive; Selene Cxod.” Ganondorf looked much more focused now, his interest peaked as he recognized her name, “Lady Selene…I have heard tales of you. You do not fail your reputation for appearing out of nowhere. I am glad to see you return no matter how many lives I live. And since I can trust you enough to expect no betrayal, the role of another one of my lieutenants is one you shall fill. Understood?” Selene grinned as she bowed once more, lifting up her head, “Of course, Sir Dragmire.” Ganon nodded sharply, pleased, “You are dismissed.”

Selene stood and walked out of the throne room, Zant following her closely at her side. As the door closed and as they made their way towards Zant’s chambers, a short, masked imp ran quickly, aiming at Selene. “MAMA!” Shouted the imp. “KID!” Shouted Selene, catching the imp into her arms, hugging them tightly. She hadn’t seen them in years. It felt wonderful to see them again. Zant looked surprised before his lips slipped into a smile. “Ah. So you know Skullkid already? And not only that, but you are their mother?” Zant questioned curiously. Selene nodded eagerly, grinning from ear to ear, “I liked their style when I met them, so I couldn’t help but take them under my wing! Ain’t that right, kid?” Skullkid nodded, jumping back down onto the floor and turning to Zant, “Righter than a left! Hehehehe!.” Their strange mask shook from side to side. A soft chuckle slipped from Zant’s lips. Those two were like two peas in a pod. “Though I am very much delighted to see the both of you joyful, I suggest for you and I to continue our way to my chambers, my queen.” Zant said, suggesting the idea to Selene. She shrugged a little, “Fair. Seeya, kid! Make sure you cause some problems for me, ‘kay?” Skullkid nodded eagerly, “Okay, ma.” Selene gave the short imp a high-five before the imp floated away from the two monarchs.

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Before Zant could even fully open his eyes after closing his door, Selene pressed her lips to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Zant’s eyes widened in pleased surprise. He had to admit, it felt divine to have her back in his arms. Selene pulled away slowly, not wanting to stop the kiss, but she knew he needed to breathe. “I’m so happy you’re back, princey…” She murmured, “I thought that you would’ve stayed dead…” Zant wore an adoring smile on his lips. “Were you wishing for that?” He playfully teased her. Selene grinned and shook her head, “I’d never dream of it…”

[642stories]

Story 48 "Metamorphosis vs Parabiosis"

This story came to me in a creative writing club I'm currently participating in.

The theme of this season is “Metamorphosis.” It is inspired by Kafka’s novella of the same name. The first sentence of the novella goes, “One morning Gregor Samsa woke in his bed from uneasy dreams and found he had turned into a large verminous insect.” (Translations vary slightly). 

The prompt: 

Write a story that begins with the sentence “One morning [Name of Character] woke in his bed from uneasy dreams and found/realized/saw he had turned into/become … .” 

___

“So one morning I woke up in my bed from uneasy dreams and found… you there,” he grinned at her and she couldn’t suppress a smile of her own.

“You believe in fate?” he snorted at her words, and Ani poked him with an elbow under his ribs.

“What else would you call it? We were broken and then suddenly we weren’t. This is a quintessence of a metamorphosis.”

“We are past that phase, Ani. We are more like a part of a parabiotic experiment now.” M. finished his drink in one gulp and put a glass on the coaster with a muffled thump.

“Parabiosis,” he raised an index finger to draw Ani’s attention. “That’s what it is. Remember how we met?” under the table he put a hand on her bare leg, his fingers brushing the soft skin near the hem of her skirt.

M. had big pale hands, which stood in stark contrast to the rest of his body – tanned, tall and seemingly fragile as if he was a good ten pounds below slim. Exactly the way when she first had seen him at the entryway of the intensive care unit. In a narrow hallway she brushed arms with a beautiful stranger, oblivious to the world around him. A silent sorry slipped past his lips and when their eyes met she couldn’t look away. Unable to move sideways, glued to the man standing at the door, she just kept staring, confronted by the pain etched on his face. His sharp hollow cheekbones and purple shadows under the bloodshot eyes did a poor job at masking his beauty. He looked like he was holding the weight of the whole universe on his fragile shoulders, yet he had found the strength to wind up on his feet.

Without giving it much thought – any thought – she caught his trembling hands and intertwined their fingers. In retrospect, it had been a bold move, the one she would never find an explanation for. The man didn’t flinch or pull away, just stirred Ani closer and encircled her with his big hands breaking into wrecking sobs in her embrace. He was tall and she barely reached the middle of his chest encased in a plain gray t-shirt, her forehead pressed into his pectoralis major, her lips against his heart, contracting two hundred beats a minute. He smelled like medicine, coffee and sunflower seeds.

Whatever his ache was, it echoed her own, and she stood there quietly, absorbing his tears with her hair and his sorrow with her soul.

She could never forget his frenzied kisses as he’d mapped out her luscious curves with his big pale hands. As he’d pounded into her, his body slick with sweat. As he’d bawled pressed to the sharp cut of her clavicle in the aftermath of his climax. As the sobs had racked his body and she kept rubbing soothing circles over his back.

Her heart clenched at the memory. M. reached over to wipe off a lone tear trickling down her cheek, the sea blue of his own clouded with moisture. And then he smiled.  They both were in tatters, and then they weren’t. The metamorphosis, indeed.

M. bent over the table and kissed the hollow of her neck. Ani pulled away, trying to look him in the eye, his breaths still dancing across her skin quickening her pulse traitorously. He was drawing numbers with his tongue on her flushed skin, dragging his lips to that sweet spot behind her ear, which he knew damn well made her squirm on her seat. She panted. She wanted him to take her back home and undress. The idea of making love to him was uppermost in her mind. She told him so.

He chuckled softly and nodded at a pizza on the table.

“You don’t want your pizza? I thought you were hungry!”

“Famished actually! Just not for pizza.”

M. looked down at her plate, his hand moving towards the apex of her thighs.

“Pizza is an example of parabiosis.” M. continued calmly as if giving a lecture. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Just think about it! They put cheese on this perfect oval of dough and then – voila – you get an entirely new thing. Parabiosis, Ani.”

“Did you just compare me with a slice of mozzarella?”

 “More like a sprinkle of Parmesan… You, me, combined together. A family, a child, the whole nine yards. Parabiosis.”

“Well, as you said, it’s clear that we are way past the metamorphosis stage.” Ani got out of the booth and extended a hand to M.

“Time to start the parabiosis phase, Romeo. Let’s go.”

[undyingghoul]

hi! hope you are having a wonderful day/night. can i ask for sodo fluff? the plot is up to you :) also, i love your writings 🤍

I made up an entire song for this, anon, I was dedicated to this fic -------- Pairing: Dewdrop x GN!Reader Warnings: None Title: The Valley Summary: Down in the valley is where it all began. Today, you returned with Dewdrop to celebrate.

“Down in the valley is where it all began. That luscious long grass to the shining bright sun, but your beauty was always the key to my heart. The way your hair moves in the wind, the way your eyes glitter in the sun, the way your smile glows against the cloud-covered sky it’s all I’d ever need. Down in the valley, down in the valley… Down in the valley is where it all began.” You watched Dewdrop’s lips move as he sang to you, listening to the delicate sound of the acoustic guitar play as he plucked the strings. You couldn’t help but sway side to side as you sat on a blanket that was laid out by Dewdrop for you two to sit on. Your eyes caught glimpses of his hair flowing in the gentle breeze as his tail swayed side to side slowly with contentment. Dewdrop would lift his eyes up every so often to gaze lovingly into your eyes and whenever he did the spade of his tail would move in such a way that it made it look like it was waving to you. Whenever you’d giggle at the action he’d smile and his heart swelled with unconditional love and adoration for you. He loved you so much. That’s why he wrote the song that he was currently playing for you now. “Down in the valley, where not a single heart lives, this is where ours will thrive. We’ve conquered the mountains, we’ve conquered the wars, the battles, all our fears and all our setbacks. My dear won’t you come with me and play in the grass, down in the valley… Down in the valley is where it all began.” You rested your left hand on Dewdrop’s knee, repositioning yourself a little bit so you were more comfortable. His tail curled around him to the front and reached for your hand, wanting to be held. You smiled and held out your right hand to his tail. Dewdrop’s tail shivered with excitement and curled around your arm loosely as the spade made a home in your palm. You started to pet the spade with your thumb and turned your attention back to your boyfriend. “The sun glows but it cannot compare to your glowing personality. And even though the moon shines it’s not nearly as bright as you. You light up the room whenever you come in and the room always darkens whenever you leave. Down in the valley… Down in the valley is where it all began.” Dewdrop looked up at you and into your eyes again and he watched the sun dance in them, his tail shivering once more as he let out a gentle trill. You giggled gently and leaned down to kiss the spade of his tail as a smile spread across your face. You sighed gently and listened to him once more. “Down in the valley is where it all began. That luscious long grass to the shining bright sun, but your beauty was always the key to my heart. The way your hair moves in the wind, the way your eyes glitter in the sun, the way your smile glows against the cloud-covered sky it’s all I’d ever need. Down in the valley, down in the valley… Down in the valley is where it all began.” As Dewdrop plucked the last few strings of the guitar he gave one final strum before setting the guitar aside and pulling you into his lap. “Dewdrop… That was beautiful, my darling dear,” You swooned and peppered his face with kisses. Dewdrop’s tail unraveled from your arm and curled around your waist as he pulled you to his chest and held you there. The two of you sat that way for hours, bathing in each other’s presence, care, and love for one another. Neither of you cared that the sun had set. Neither of you cared that it was getting chilly outside as the moon rose, Dewdrop was a fire Ghoul anyway. At one point he laid back and started to pet your hair. You were the first to fall asleep and when Dewdrop noticed he kissed the top of your head and kept you warm. “Sleep tight, my light,” He had whispered to you. Then he fell asleep shortly after with you in his embrace and a smile on his face.

[jungkxook]

—backseat serenade. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: punk!taehyung / band au / brother’s best friend au + smut 

⟶ words: 10,790

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons — and, no, that’s not including the whole other issue that he’s also your brother’s best friend

⟶ warnings: multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism if u look hard enough, wall sex, car sex, unprotected sex, all the sex (seriously), fingering, pussy slapping (also if u look hard enough), lots of teasing, doggy style, riding, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: this story is another repost of an old one (although it’s basically been entirely rewritten lol)!  

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

“We have to hurry. I don’t have a lot of time.”

Taehyung says this with much difficulty, of course, especially when considering you’re currently pressed up against him, his fingers digging crescent-moons into your hips ━ but he knows you’re teasing him now.

You can’t help it, though; he just makes it so easy for you.

He can be so stubborn and impatient at times that poking fun at him brings you quite a bit of joy. Maybe not so much to him, as he often whines and complains that you like to torture him, but, really, how could you not? When you think about what he’s usually like in bed, away from prying eyes, it’s entirely different. So to see that dominance in him fade into nothing short of helpless is simply satisfying ━ even if you know you’ll pay for it at a later time. It doesn’t always happen either but when it does, you bask in it for as long as possible.

Which is why you seem to take the liberty of “torturing” him so sweetly now, just before the boys are about to play a gig at a bar late one night. Taehyung had found you the moment he and the boys had finished soundchecking for the evening, then had you pinned up against the brick wall of the dingy washroom, his hips digging harshly into yours, and his hand now gripping your thigh around his waist. It might have been you who instigated it, hooded eyes and fluttering lashes and shit-eating grins meeting him in secret from across the room as he stood on stage before you with his bass guitar in hand, but Taehyung was the one to put it into action just like he always does, pulling you in there even despite the fact that they were scheduled to play in twenty minutes.

But who could blame you? Taehyung is always so charming, and tonight he was looking extra irresistible. Maybe it was the silky blouse, the first few buttons left open so that the floral tattoo on his chest pokes through, leaving very little to the imagination, or maybe it was the way he had let his hair grow out a little longer than usual, soft dark curls pushed back by a single bandana.

“You’ll be late,” You warn him in between heated kisses as he pecks his way down to the underside of your jaw where he tongues a warm pattern there.

“Just a quickie,” Taehyung promises gruffly. His hips rut against yours again and you feel his straining erection against your inner thigh. Poor thing. “Been dying all day to feel you on my dick.”

You only hum in response, a small amused smirk plastered on your face. He’s sucking a hickey onto your neck when he speaks next.

“Had all these thoughts but I was all alone. It was terrible.”

“What kind of thoughts?” You pry, quirking a brow. Your fingers toy at the top of his belt buckle, pulling him towards you. “Let me guess. Were you thinking about what it feels like to have my mouth on you? All warm and wet.”

He doesn’t move a muscle when he feels your hand trail lower past his belt only to grab at his crotch through the rough material of his jeans. You press your palm against him and he hisses.

“Sucking you off nice and slow, just how you like it?” You probe, teeth tugging at his lower lip when he catches your mouth on his once more. Your voice is low and sultry and invokes something in him that has him tensing. “Or maybe the way it felt when you had me bent over your kitchen counter the other day. You know, you always make me feel so good, Tae━”

He growls against your mouth but the harsh sound dissolves into a strangled whine. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”

“And I always love when you pull at my hair too━” But you continue on as if he hadn’t even spoken, the thrill of the moment coursing through your veins like crackling electricity. “And when you grip my thighs so tightly when your head’s between my legs━”

“Y/N,” he says your name in a strained warning, bordering on a desperate beg if you listen close enough. He gets distracted when you suck delicately on a spot on his jawline and has to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“My mouth?” You ask, tantalizingly slowly. “Or me?”

“I’m a simple man, I just wanna cum,” he hums, earning a delighted snort from you. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Y/N, please.”

“Hmm…” You trail off. You press your palm a little harder against him, rubbing your hand across his length. “Think I want you inside me, Tae. Wanna be wrecked by you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Now, this seems to excite him to no end. He fumbles with his belt at once. A devious cackle meets his ears and he knows you’re purposely toying with him. The next few moments unfold in a blur as his eager hands join with your own nimble ones, having his belt undone in a matter of seconds and your skirt hitched up nearly to your waist. With one hand gripping his straining and leaking cock as he pulls himself free from his pants, the other hitches one of your thighs to his waist. He pushes into you at once, the familiar feeling of your wet walls coaxing him in further and further as he sinks against your chest entirely, a beautiful luscious moan falling from his lips and a hiss of glee from yours. And, then, all at once, it’s as if all the pressure that has been building up inside of him tumbles to the forefront to be released.

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunts. He buries his head against your chest, one hand feverishly grasping at your breasts from under your shirt, fortunate you chose to forgo a bra for the night.

“Ooh, Tae━” Your own arms wrap around his neck, holding him tightly to you, but you don’t think he’ll bother going very far when his own weight slumps against you entirely, pressing you against the wall roughly. And even though he’s quick to fuck himself into you, his hips hardly stray far from yours too, causing you to bob violently up and down the wall behind you, the rough brick structure scratching at your flesh paling in comparison to the cool metallic rings on his fingers holding you up and the burn between your legs as his cock stretches you open.

“Nice to know that’s all I am to you━” Your head falls back against the wall as he continues. “Something you can use to get off. Not that I mind.”

“Nah, that’s not all you are to me,” Taehyung sharply inhales, and then shudders. In the heat of the moment, you miss the sentiment in his voice. He lifts his head to yours finally, smothering your lips with his. “But your pretty little cunt sure is nice.”

A maniacal cackle bubbles at your throat as you nip at his lower lip. Before you can respond, outside the washroom Jimin’s voice can be heard calling out aimlessly for Taehyung as the boy most likely wanders by, oblivious to what’s unfolding only a few feet away from him. “Has anyone seen Tae? Taehyung! Get your ass back here or we’re gonna be late━”

Taehyung groans out of frustration and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling angrily, “Fuckin’ hell.”

But despite the Jimin’s close proximity and despite Taehyung’s bitter resentment for it, his hips still continue to rut into yours. You do manage to pull apart from his mouth and giggle when he chases after your lips desperately. “Think that’s your cue, baby.”

“There’s no way you’d be that evil,” he protests like a whining child.

“But Jimin sounds pissed.”

Taehyung finds it hard to focus when your fingers tug at the collar of his shirt, absentmindedly (or so he thinks) running your hands under his shirt and over his chest. He cradles you close to him, following your every move. That, and the way your walls clench around him drives him wild. “Heaven forbid we let down Jimin.”

“Nnng━” You choke back a whimper. “He’ll be mad.”

“As if he wouldn’t already lose his shit if he found me here in such a compromising position with you being that you’re his sister.”

Compromising is certainly one word for it. So, maybe Taehyung had a point, but that never stopped him or you before. In fact, it only seemed to add to your lustful endeavours, as if you both enjoyed seeing how far you could push the boundaries before getting caught ━ or not.

It hadn’t always been like this. For a period of your life, you had somehow forced yourself to believe you had despised Taehyung as much as you claim, as much as you lie. You wondered just how Jimin could ever be friends with, or be as inseparable with, Taehyung as he was. Whereas Jimin is timid and shy, gentle and caring, like a soft breath of cool air on a hot summer’s day that sways the knee-high grass in meadows behind your house, Taehyung is energetic and effervescent, reckless and wild, akin to that of a sudden flash of lightning that breaks apart the calm sky, a clap of thunder that shakes even the very core of sleeping Gaia. Though, somehow, their two vastly different personalities come clashing together in a harmonious perfection and create something that is entirely too rambunctious for you to handle, even as a young child.

But now? Now you’re positive neither you nor Taehyung would stand a chance against Jimin’s wrath if he found out his best friend enjoyed weekly sex of all sorts with you, sometimes even when he’s asleep in the next room over in your shared apartment with him and Taehyung had somehow managed to sneak in during the night.

“You know he’s already suspicious,” You moan as his cock angles upward into you in such a way that makes your body tremble. You jut your hips forward, meeting his halfway. “Now━ Fuck, Tae━ you wanna… You wanna risk getting kicked from the band for not showing up to your set?”

“There’s still ten minutes,” he hisses hotly. “Ten minutes is more than enough time.”

“Then you’ll really be late.”

“It adds to the rockstar brand, doesn’t it?” he asks hastily. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet and you’re teasing me?”

He’s met with a roll of your eyes, and then a drunken snicker as you retort, “Maybe being fashionably late will be more acceptable when you’re a big celebrity.”

“Did you find him?” Another voice suddenly sounds from outside, this time resembling Hoseok’s. Taehyung wonders how they haven’t heard either of you yet, the lewd wet noises of his cock burrowing into your cunt seeming to grow louder each time. Surely, you would have been caught by now had it not been for the thudding bass of the music playing at the bar.

“No,” Jimin grumbles, closer this time.

A dangerously loud whimper tumbles from your lips and Taehyung hurries to clamp his hand over your mouth. You’re fortunate when he does, clinging to his hand as he pumps himself into you. At the very least, no matter how cocky Taehyung got with you or how many times he teased the thought of getting caught, he would never actually risk facing Jimin’s mighty wrath. Still, he finds a way to have fun with it.

“Uh oh.” Taehyung meets your darkened stare, lids heavy, as his other hand leaves your thigh to stick between your legs, fingers rubbing circles against your clit. You know he does it on purpose, judging by the broadening smirk on his face when the added stimulation makes your hips jerk instinctively beneath him. He’s surprised when you hardly let out a noise, safe for a sudden gasp for air. “Not even one tiny moan? Come on, baby.”

“Fuck it. Wherever he is, he better know we’re on in ten!” Jimin’s voice carries back to the two of you. Then, a little more faintly as he wanders off, you can hear him grumble, “I swear to God, this asshole━”

“Wait, wait━” You rasp suddenly, twisting and turning beneath Taehyung and the boy stops at once. You try not to let your heart swoon at the way his hands are all soft and gentle as they touch you now, sliding his palm off your mouth if only for it to fall to your hips where he rubs at comfortingly.

He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches, shoved so deep within your walls. “What’s wrong?”

You slither from his grasp, unraveling your leg from his waist and delicately pushing him away, trying not to focus on the way your pussy throbs at the sudden missing warmth of his length. Taehyung is suddenly even more concerned, the poor boy gawking at you helplessly, his swollen cock completely forgotten as he fixes himself back into his jeans, his attention solely focused on you and your wellbeing now.

“What happened? Did I hurt you━”

“No,” You promise. “No, I just━” You look sheepish, and he wonders why, up until he sees you fidgeting with your skirt in an attempt to fix it and the mischievous twinkle flashing in your eyes. “I just figured maybe we shouldn’t risk it tonight. I mean, you heard Jiminie.” You pat Taehyung’s chest once, smoothing out the material of his now crumpled shirt. “So, I’ll see you out there.”

Taehyung blinks once. “What the fuck.”

It doesn’t seem to hit him at first; not until he spots your wicked grin as you lean past him to look at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your clothes and hair. You wipe at a smudge of lipstick in the corner of your mouth, and Taehyung gaps.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he whines. Needy and desperate hands try to grab at you on your way to the door, but he ultimately lets you weave your way out of his reach. “What are you, the antichrist? Don’t be such a tease. I’ve got a problem that you helped start. It’s only fair if you help finish it.”

Admittedly, it is cruel. He looks both shameless and shameful, an exasperated and flustered expression to match the helpless state he’s in. Shirt askew on his shoulders, hair a wild mess, and his painfully obvious boner struggling against his jeans. You almost feel bad, until you realize you shouldn’t be. Because this is all it’s ever been between the two of you ━ sex, and more sex, no feelings attached, but lately something seems off…  Either way, Taehyung will get over it, and he’ll still come crawling back for more which is why you have no qualms when you leave. Just, maybe, not in the way you would like.

The last thing he sees of you before you flee the washroom for him to fend for himself is a seductive smirk and a wink being thrown over your shoulder as you remark innocently, prettily, “You have hands.”

And then you’re gone, leaving him alone in the dingy washroom. He doesn’t come out right away, though it leaves the restless boys that make his band awaiting him to speculate some more.

“He’s gonna totally screw us over if he doesn’t show up in the next two minutes,” Jimin is saying hotly to the boys behind the stage when you rejoin them. The bar is already filling up with partygoers but mostly fans of the band, eagerly anticipating the set.

“Relax, Jimin,” Namjoon says carelessly. “He’s probably getting blown in the washroom or something. Can’t rush a man through these things.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as the others snicker. When the others have distracted themselves by discussing other business, you approach your brother casually, saying as inconspicuous as possible yet reassuringly, “Everything will be fine. I’m sure he’ll be here any second.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he throws this all away for a girl,” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s a miracle he ━ or any of the guys, for that matter ━ hasn’t tried anything on you yet.”

You try to laugh, though the sound is more forced and strained than you would like. At least Jimin doesn’t seem to notice. “But he’s your friend. Don’t you trust him?”

“I do trust him,” Jimin replies. “He’s a good guy, he’s just too caught up in all this band life. We’ve both seen it with the guys, especially with Taehyung. They take advantage of this stuff in the early stages.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry,” You promise. “I’m not interested in your friends and never will be ━ especially not Taehyung.”

Fortunately, the dreaded conversation doesn’t last much longer. Taehyung does end up making it to his own set on time, and when he finds you out in the crowd, you’re smirking deviously up at him for a secret that never has to be told aloud to the world and certainly not to Jimin.

You don’t quite remember when you and Taehyung started hooking up behind your brother’s back or what exactly caused it.

If you think back long and hard enough, you’re positive it was the result of some sort of drunken one night stand that elapsed into sober days and conscious decision making, which then turned into weeks, then months, which leaves you to where you are now. Almost a year of sucking your brother’s best friend’s dick and you’ve somehow, miraculously, never been caught. But aside from occasionally sleeping with one another, there was nothing more to be exposed to Jimin in terms of romance. Because, as far as he was aware, you and Taehyung were still embroiled in your childhood rivalry with one another that was less violent now than when you were younger and more civil, aside from the offhanded jabs and retorts shot at one another. And, as far as Taehyung and you were aware, the charade and the hook-ups all resulted in a peculiar sort of friendship between the two of you that was certainly as far as either of you would take things. Supposedly.

But between sexual teasing and taunts, you sometimes wonder if the lines have begun to blur, and if you’ve gotten too comfortable with Taehyung asking to sleep in your bed. Which is why, maybe, you overcompensate by “torturing” him on the days that he really needs you, like the night before in the grimy washroom of the bar. He hadn’t joined the real world or the band until the very last second they were meant to go on stage, looking all the more discomposed and flushed in the face when he rushed out, though at least he had somehow managed to tame his raging boner.

Now you were certain the universe was toying with you, bittersweet payback coming to nip you in the ass.

You hadn’t been so bothered the night before, leaving with the boys when their set was done and returning to your home with Jimin, not a word being uttered between you and Taehyung, even up until the very next day where you find yourself now. Crammed in a local studio run by some friend Yoongi had known from college, you were quite used to watching the band brainstorm new lyrics and record songs in real time, all from the sofa shoved up against one wall of the small space. You had been there every step of the way ━ their first rehearsal as a formed band, the day they discovered the group’s name in almost a dreamlike epiphany, the release of their very first full-length album produced and recorded all by them and promoted all by them, their very first gig with a decent following and the jittery anxiety they had all been troubled by, and every gig following it in which their nerves subsided and their effervescent charm and credence began to finally show through. But they had never been as disconcerted as they had now ━ which, really, you don’t blame them.

“Bro, this is stressing me out.” This aggravated groan sounds from Jungkook, the band’s lead guitarist.

He’s currently splayed out on the ground of the sofa you’re seated on, head thrown back against the cushions. Every other boy in the studio bare a similar wearied look ━ even Jimin, as their usual spritely lead singer.

You suppose that’s just the inevitable stress bound to occur when a scout from the infamous Columbia Records had somehow found the band either in person at one of their gigs or online and taken an interest in them and were interested in signing them. After weeks of back and forth discussion, Jin had been fortunate enough to land a meeting with the label in New York City, looking promising enough to excite even the stoic Yoongi. And after a month of planning, their meeting was set to take place finally only a week from that day. The issue seemed to arise when the label claimed they wanted the band to bring a set of new songs to the table to discuss at the last possible moment, sending the boys into a chaotic frenzy as they had only just released their first album a few months back. You had come to help the boys, though they were lucky enough to have found a handful of pre-written songs from their repertoire that still, unfortunately, needed fine tuning, vocals, and melodies. After working meticulously all morning, they were only just now deciding to split for a much needed lunch break.

“Same here,” Jimin says glumly, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Can’t wait to get out of here. I feel like I’m going insane.”

As the boys begin to shift and move, Jin gets to his feet and clasps his hands onto Jimin’s shoulders, giving him a reassuring nudge. “Just think about it: international success and Grammys await.”

“If we don’t fall apart before then,” Namjoon stifles a yawn as he stretches out his arms. He tosses a glance at you and Taehyung. “You guys coming?”

“Yeah,” You say, though you hardly move from your seat. “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute,” Taehyung nods. He’s sat across from you on the couch, journal propped on one knee as he scrawls away in it, a jarble of chord progressions and lyrics. “Just gonna finish cleaning up in here.”

It seems convincing enough to Namjoon and the rest of the boys, even Jimin who is already out the door, not in the least bit suspicious of you or Taehyung. Honestly, you’re sure not even Taehyung is suspicious of your unmoving presence beside him until the boys leave and suddenly the room falls silent.

“You’re stressed,” You point out in a gentle musing. Which is true. You don’t usually see Taehyung riddled with anxieties, typically keeping to himself and maintaining some sort of effortless and mysterious coolness around the others.

The boy quirks a brow as he lifts his gaze to look up at you, tossing the journal onto the ground. Whether or not he seems to catch the underlying suggestive and sultry tone in your voice, you’re not quite sure but could you really blame yourself? It was difficult having to watch Taehyung all morning in his element, gazing at him whenever he was in the recording booth, headphones dangling from his neck and bass guitar in his lap as his expert fingers thrummed away at the strings. He always looks most attractive to you when he’s so utterly consumed by his work and his art, whether it be on stage in front of hundreds of people or in a more intimate setting at recordings or practices.

“What happened to you not wanting to disappoint Jimin by getting caught or whatever it was?” he asks, waving his hand dismissively. “Staying back with me is definitely gonna catch his attention.”

“Maybe,” You shrug. You catch his hand as he brings it back down, raising it to your lips to kiss at the tips of his fingers slowly, one-by-one, never once breaking eye contact with him. “I was just thinking you could use some help. And an apology for yesterday.”

Despite the way Taehyung’s dark gaze scrutinizes you in a taunting manner, he still watches as you take his hand and place it between your thighs, over your core. At least today you chose to wear leggings, the smooth material allowing for very little obstacles standing in his way as you press his fingers against you. A wolfish smirk tugs at his lips. “You think your pussy’s gonna help me?”

“Yes, actually, I do,” You say, matter-of-fact. “And I don’t think it will; I know. If I remember correctly, you were begging to use me as a stress-reliever before your set yesterday.”

Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Sounds a lot to me like you just want my fingers in you. Not so nice now being the needy one, huh?”

“I want you to do a lot of things to me, Tae.”

“Careful, baby. You’re playing a dangerous game,” Taehyung says. Still, he entertains the idea. Pressing his thumb harder against you, he rubs leisurely at the sensitive part of your clit over your clothes and the sudden feeling makes you pur with glee. “Besides, why should I be so nice and help you after what you did to me?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re still on about that? You’re a grown man, you can pleasure yourself.”

“How mean.” He feigns a look of mock hurt. “It doesn’t feel as nice when it isn’t you.”

“Taehyung,” You scold his name in a warning, but it mostly comes out as a contented sigh. You know you’ve already won him over, though the impatient tug you give on his arm as you clutch at his wrist of the hand still between your legs is a wordless reminder. Your fingers flutter up to his face, pulling him down for a kiss which he gladly obliges to. “Think they’ll walk in?”

“Nah.” His voice is a throaty murmur. “We’ve got some time. The boys’ seem worried enough as is; think they’re already halfway to that pho place around the corner they wanted to try, and they’re probably not gonna wanna come back here for at least another hour. Plus, I think we’ve given the producers a raging headache with all our requests so they definitely won’t want to be back in here for a while.”

You snicker at the thought, humming into his mouth as you pull him down with you onto the sofa, bending your knee so as to let him slide into place between your legs more comfortably. He pulls his hand away from you only long enough to lick at his digits before slipping his hand past the waistband of your leggings this time. Nudging aside your underwear, he swipes his fingers at your clit, marveling at your stickiness.

Your breath hitches in your throat. “What do we say when they ask where we went?”  

“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts into your mouth. “Fuck, tell them we were busy fucking for all I care.”

You swat at his chest playfully but lose your spirit when he presses his thumb against your clit, causing your hips to rut forward in a silent plea. Taehyung’s right, you think. Your excuse for the boys can be worried about later. Now, Taehyung slides a finger into you, then another, stretching you open experimentally, causing you to croon.

Face warm and head spinning, a sudden thought pops into your head that seems much more intimate than his fingers in you. “So━” You bite your lip to stop a moan. The question that forms on your tongue is timid despite the lewd things that threaten to run through your mind at his every touch, “S-So, what happens when you’re a big and famous rockstar, touring the world now?”

“I’ll take you with me.” Taehyung tongues a pattern down to the underside of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. He curls his fingers upward, sinking further into you until he’s reached his knuckles, enjoying the way your hips twitch beneath him. “Fuck you in every city we go to, in every fancy, over-the-top hotel we stay in. New York, L.A., Paris, London, Rome…”

“Romantic,” You snort, although maybe it kind of is if you think about it long enough. He slides a third finger into you then, fucking his digits in and out of you at a gradual pace that has your core aching. You’re all warm and wet around him that it goes straight to his dick, the thought of him tearing you apart as he plunges his cock into you making him grow antsy. It does the same to you. “Nnngh, Taehyung━ We’ll see about that when you meet pretty girls thousands of miles away who can offer you so much more than me.”

“Hmm… Dunno about that,” he hums. “There’s only gonna be you.”

You wonder if he knows what he’s doing, the way his words make your heart stutter in your chest. But then you start to wonder why you’re even feeling such things for him. Pretty words promising you that you meant more to him than sex meant little to you in comparison when he never acted upon it ━ but could you blame him? Even you were apprehensive of ruining what you already had with him, his friendship with Jimin if you told him how you were feeling lately, and the integrity of the band.

Your legs tremble as your orgasm approaches. Taehyung busies himself by nipping and sucking at your neck and all you can do is puff and pant, the lewd wet noises of his fingers penetrating you filling your ears. “Taehyung━ God, I wanna feel your dick so badly.”

“Yeah?” he growls. “Gonna let me fuck you finally? You’re so wet right now, could slip right in. Fuck, look at what you do to yourself by being so mean to me.”

He twists his finger up into you in such a way that has you grinding against his knuckles. “Please, Tae━”

“Got you stretched so wide too,” Taehyung hums pensively. “Your pussy always takes me so well too, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm, Taehyung!”

“Look at you,” he hisses, quickening his pace. Your back arches until your chest is pressed flush against his, walls quivering around his fingers. You reach out desperately for his face, smoothing your lips over his but you fail to really make any sort of connection. Instead, your jaw unhinges in a breathless moan against his mouth as he rests his forehead against yours. “Wanna come around my fingers so badly, don’t you? So close too.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m━” Your hands ball into fists around the collar of his shirt. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you get closer and closer, your aching pussy so close to feeling its much needed relief when━ “What the fuck, Taehyung?”

He pulls his hand from your core before you can cum, leaving you a sweating and panting mess. The sudden loss of contact leaves you dumbfounded, gawking at the boy who’s suddenly grinning in a similar ungodly manner to your selfish response to him the day before. Payback has never tasted so sweet before to him, and so bitter to you.

“You did that on purpose,” You whine, jutting your hips forward desperately to meet his hand again. Instead, he gives your leaking and sensitive pussy one slap, the pleasant jolt shooting up your spine making you moan. “You’re so mean. I thought you were over it.”

“Well, now I am.” He pulls his hand out from between your legs and licks at his fingers. “Have you had your fun?”

It takes you a moment to respond as you gather yourself. He finds your sulking a little hilarious, and maybe also feels a little bad. “For now.”

“That’s a good girl.” He leans down to kiss your mouth hungrily, enjoying when you suck eagerly at his lower lip. “Because I’ve had my fun.”

You open your mouth to say something more but are stopped shortly when, somewhere outside the recording room, you can hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning and Jimin’s curious voice, “Tae?”

You and Taehyung have stumbled off of one another within seconds, listening to the way Taehyung curses under his breath as he flings himself off the couch and a few feet away as you sit upright on the sofa. You have to only pray and hope that you both don’t look too obvious, though you think it’s too late for that. Either way, you cross one thigh over the other, biting down harshly on your tongue as Jimin stumbles into the room. As his gaze sweeps fleetingly across the room, he hardly takes note of both you and Taehyung.

“There you two are,” he says. “Was wondering where you went off to. And━” His stare flutters over to Taehyung for a moment and you hold your breath, fearing he may know a little too much, when━ “There’s my wallet! I knew I forgot it here.”

He crosses the room swiftly and plucks his abandoned wallet from the desk, holding it up to show the two of you. You smile nervously and Taehyung takes it upon himself to answer, clearing his throat in the process. “We were just gonna catch up with you, actually. Y/N was just helping me finish up here.”

You’re fortunate that Jimin’s probable sudden panic of trying to find his wallet and the relief of realizing he hadn’t lost it to the ether is what distracts him. He seems hardly intrigued by your lack of presence or yours and Taehyung’s odd companionship without the other boys. Whatever the case, you both manage to make it out of the recording studio unscathed and Taehyung does a well enough job at deflecting from any further suspicions by talking as normally as he usually would with Jimin on your walk over to the restaurant the rest of the boys are at.

Well, as unscathed as you can be, the tragedy of your lost orgasm still haunting you even as you sit across from Taehyung at the table.

“Now you’ll really be late.”

You say this as a heedful warning, though you’re fortunate when you find that you’re both distracted this time.

You know you have Taehyung under your spell that morning when he catches you purposely wandering his apartment in nothing but a pair of your panties. It’s not as if it’s uncommon to see you naked in his kitchen, making breakfast. That morning, when you walk into the bedroom holding a cup of tea, Taehyung almost chokes at the sight of your bare chest. It’s early the day of the band’s flight to New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records, and though Taehyung has roughly an hour before he has to leave the apartment, you’re worried he might just miss the flight altogether when he pulls you onto his bed again after a night of fucking.

“Don’t care. Come here.” His large hands are on you in an instant, roaming your body as he kisses the underside of your jaw and pins you beneath him. You let him get carried away, let him leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your lips down to your collarbones and in between your breasts.

“What are you gonna tell the boys when they’re on a flight to New York and you’re still in your apartment?” You rasp, fingers threading in his hair.

“Was busy spending the last twenty-four hours making hot, passionate love to you.”

The wry grin on his face makes it come across as a joke and makes your heart skip a beat. Admittedly, that was partly the truth. He had invited you over the day before and you had spent the better part of it in his bed in every position imaginable. Have to make up for the three days we won’t see each other, he had said after your first round, head between your legs and mouth on your cunt.

You snicker now but the sound falls short when a moan replaces it. “Don’t think you can call it passionate love making when you gave up halfway and made me ride you like you always do.”

He gasps and bites down teasingly on your skin but not with enough pressure to hurt. “Was that a jab at my manhood?”

“Of course not.”

“Besides, I like it best when you’re in charge.”

You roll your eyes but pull him up to your face so that you can kiss him again. It’s an odd shift in atmosphere when you find him kissing you in a chaste manner, despite having marked you red all over and legs still shaking from how many times he’s made you come in the last twenty-four hours. But it wasn’t all sex for once. Falling asleep in his arms left you still dreaming even when you were long awake.

“Gonna miss you,” he whispers once he parts from you. He rubs soft circles against your hips, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“It’s only for three days,” You say.

“I know,” he sighs. “I just━ God, I’ve gotten so used to you being here. I’m just sick of sleeping alone all the time. Shit, I don’t think I’m making any sense anymore. All I know is you’re driving me crazy.”

“Taehyung…”

“Am I wrong to feel that way?” He lifts his head now to look at you, ardent sincerity glazing over his eyes as he gazes at you.

You’re too caught up in the moment, the lustful afterglow of sex and whatever else is starting to emerge however blurry it may be now, to not notice right away the sound of knocking on the front door. Instead, you reach out to push his hair out of his eyes. You think you know what he means; you just want to hear him say it aloud. Your question is a gentle probe. “What are you trying to say?”

“I━”

But Taehyung’s voice is cut short by the sound of Jin’s shouting from the front door. “Taehyung, you in here?”

Wide eyes meet with yours in the sudden alarming panic of Jin’s arrival. Taehyung grumbles mostly to himself, “God dammit, what’s he doing here?”

You can hear the band’s manager talking aloud, quite possibly to another one of the boys that he’s dragged with him, and you and Taehyung scramble to react. Taehyung only has enough time to clamber out of his bed and pull on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor as you pull on one of his sweaters and grab the bedsheet to cling to your chest if only so it can hide the rest of your bare legs.

“Are you alive?” Jin’s asking, closer this time.

“We had to come check on you━” You don’t register the second voice until it’s too late.

Because there, standing at the threshold of Taehyung’s door to his room, is not just Jin but your brother. Jimin’s familiar pop of bright blue hair and nonchalant smile are much too hard to forget. But, upon stumbling across Taehyung’s room, they each come to a stuttering halt. It doesn’t take long for the realization to dawn on them ━ and how could they not piece together the puzzles painting such a painfully obvious picture? The dishevelled bed, the clothes that litter his floor, your clothes that litter his floor, Taehyung’s shirtless and sloppy attire, your own half-hearted attempt at dressing yourself and the marks that riddle your body that you were banking on fading completely by the time you were reunited with Jimin after their return from their meeting.

“Uh…” Taehyung trails off awkwardly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh shit,” Jin curses under his breath. Despite having no idea whatsoever about you or Taehyung (though maybe having a better inkling than the rest of the boys), he turns hastily towards Jimin. “Maybe now’s not a good time.”

But Jimin hardly budges. Instead, he looks enlivened, jaw setting harshly in place as his brows furrow into a scowl. “Jin knows I have a spare key to your place after that one time you locked yourself out and he wanted to make sure we all met up before getting to the airport. You weren’t answering our calls, thought you were dead. Guess now I know it’s because you were too busy fucking my sister.”

“Jimin,” You hiss sharply.

Taehyung shakes his head wildly. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” Jimin retorts. “‘Cause it sure seems like it is.”

Taehyung grimaces. “Okay, yes, but not in the way you think. It’s not some meaningless fuck. I care about her.”

But that only seems to be the wrong answer. Would there ever be a right one? Taming Jimin’s stubborn anger and protectiveness over you was hard enough on any other day. Now that he knows you’ve slept with Taehyung, Taehyung felt as if he were a lost cause.

“How long has this been happening?” Jimin asks, tight-lipped.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, neither can Taehyung, and that seems to be enough to answer his worries. Maybe if you had acted faster, said it was only a one night stand, he wouldn’t have been able to read your mind so easily. Yet your silence was enough to make you guilty.

“Shit,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. When he speaks next, he’s looking only at you. “Do you love him?”

“I━” You open your mouth, as if to explain yourself. This time, the answer came much easier. You know what you want to say, but voicing the truth out loud in front of your brother and Taehyung, who might not feel the same way, makes you clamp your mouth shut. Whatever your answer anyway should be for Taehyung only. Instead, you frown up at your brother. “I don’t get why you’re so upset anyway. Who cares if we’re in love? Who cares what we are? It’s not like you can control me. I can make these sorts of decisions myself, Jimin. This is ridiculous.”

“No. I get that,” Jimin says firmly. “But you’re my sister, and your wellbeing comes first to me. So, Tae━” Now, your brother turns to look at Taehyung. You’ve never seen him so furious before, disappointed even, and certainly not when it comes to Taehyung. “If you care about her so much, when were you gonna let her know?”

This seems to catch your attention, sending a curious gaze between Jimin and Taehyung. “Let me know what?”

“That he’s been screwing some other chick he met at the bar a while ago,” Jimin says. “Walked in on them once by accident and, after the fact, he said some similar bullshit about how it wasn’t meaningless or whatever.”

You blink.

The blow to your chest, and subsequently your heart, makes you teeter on your frail legs. Because if what Jimin was saying was true, then were all the sweet sentiments Taehyung whispered to you even yours to begin with? Did he care about you as much as you cared about him? But, the worst part of it all, is how utterly foolish you feel. Because when Taehyung doesn’t immediately answer, your question about whether or not Jimin was telling the truth was confirmed; and you had let yourself almost willingly fall for Taehyung despite all the warning signs. Despite the fact that you had both initiated your relationship on the basis that nothing would ever blossom from it.

“Is that true?” You ask Taehyung.

The boy hesitates. He meets your stare solemnly, flinching when he notes just how hurt you seem. “Partly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You demand. But before he can respond, you scoff under your breath as you begin to gather your belongings. “Oh my god. I’m so stupid━”

Taehyung starts. “Wait, Y/N━”

“Just leave her alone━” Jimin interrupts.

“Hey. Hey!” Jin snaps abruptly, the firm tone in his voice catching the boys’ attention. “We gotta go. Now. Taehyung, get yourself decent; Jimin, in the living room. We leave for the airport in five minutes.”

You decide you no longer want to wait for an answer. Your own embarrassment is far too much to handle for the moment being, and you favour the idea of fleeing from Taehyung’s sorrowful gaze, Jimin’s heated one, and Jin’s scrutinizing scowl.

You’re long gone before Taehyung can even think to stop you.

The three days in which the boys find themselves in New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records is the longest three days of your life.

Taehyung never bothers to call or text you ━ and the looming swell of concern of awaiting to hear his voice or your brother’s or any answer of how the meeting has gone fades in comparison. Because every sweet nothing he ever said to you suddenly means nothing, and you don’t know where that leaves you.

Just when you think you can take the torture no longer, the band returns. Jimin comes bounding into your shared apartment the moment his flight lands and the taxi has brought him home, greeting you with the wonderful news that the band’s been signed, and a celebration is in store consisting of their closest friends and family members. While you initially bask in Jimin’s excitement, mirroring your own, it quickly fades as you fear you’ve lost Taehyung for good.

“You’ll come to the party, won’t you?” Jimin asks hopefully at some point. “The boys will want you there.”

You shift warily in your seat on the sofa across from your brother who stands in the midst of the room after having animatedly relaying the story of the past three days to you. You shrug now, and when Jimin shoots you a quizzical look, you decide to approach the topic cautiously, dancing over your words slowly. “I dunno, Jimin. If he’s gonna be there… I don’t know if I can face him right now.”

Jimin comes to an immediate halt. His face falls and he sinks onto the seat beside you. “Y/N… Look, I was wrong, and I’m sorry. While we were away, Taehyung and I talked and he’s gutted about what happened. But that’s all I can say. I think you should talk to each other. No, I want you to talk to each other. I know now that you’re meant for one another.”

“Are you only telling me this because you’re being your best friend’s wingman, or because you’re being my brother?” You ask, a weak lighthearted attempt at a joke.

“Both,” Jimin says warmly. “Because I care about you both, and I don’t want to have to live with the regret of being the reason two people perfect for each other aren’t together.”

And when your brother says it with such earnestness, you have no choice but to believe him.

So, despite feeling like a fool for potentially crossing paths with Taehyung again, you muster the nerve and motivation to go, and arrive at the party with Jimin later that night. The impromptu last minute party itself is held at Namjoon’s home, filled to the brim with mostly familiar faces and a few unrecognizable ones that must be acquaintances of the boys you’ve never met before. You make your rounds and congratulate the boys one-by-one, being enveloped into a tight hug with each one, safe for Taehyung whom you don’t see at first.

You’re fortunate when mutual friends of yours and Jimin’s arrive, spending the majority of the night with them as your brother wanders off to get wasted. At some point, as the night drawls on, you catch sight of Taehyung and the presence of him is enough to dampen your mood entirely. You decide you’re no longer in the mood for a party, and make haste for the door, stumbling out onto the lawn. You only make it so far, coming to stop at the foot of the curb to breathe in the cool night air around you, before you notice Taehyung hurrying out after you, calling your name.

Almost as soon as he’s able to catch his breath and you lock gazes with the boy, he asks aloud, “Where are you going?”

You hadn’t expected him to follow you, nor the terrible nearly tangible awkwardness that hangs heavy in the air. Still, the concern in his voice and the corners of his eyes softening at the sight of you makes you want nothing more than to forget all the heartache. “Home.”

“Let me drive you?” he asks delicately.

You hesitate before responding. You know the simple offer of a drive is more than that. It’s an invitation to talk to him, sort things out. And you, of course, can’t possibly deny him. As soon as you’ve followed him to his car and he starts driving, everything goes silent. It’s almost unbearable as you shift uncomfortably in your seat and gaze out the window, hoping the long car ride will pass by rather quickly. You thwart his attempts at starting any conversation by turning the radio up and letting the music ━ a mix from Taehyung’s phone filled with pop-punk and indie classics ━ fill the emptiness but it doesn’t work with distracting you. He takes a detour from the path to your apartment, driving instead to a nearby lookout point of a hiking trail, now abandoned and desolate this late at night.

It’s quiet even long after he shifts the car into park, leaving only the sound of the stereo to fill the void. Then, at long last━

“You didn’t call,” You say.

Taehyung swallows thickly. “I know.”

“That’s all I wanted. An explanation.”

“I know,” Taehyung shifts in his seat to look at you. “I’m sorry. I messed up.”

“I know I have no right to feel like you’re mine when the reason we started seeing each other was casual, but everything you’ve been saying to me lately━” You rasp, “that I’m the only one for you and that you were gonna miss me because you were tired of being alone ━ did all of it mean nothing?”

The boy’s stare hardens. “No. I was never lying when I was with you. Everything I said, I meant.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

“Because I was scared I had lost you,” Taehyung grovels all at once, silencing you. “Because things were starting to finally change between us ━ where it wasn’t just sex all the fucking time, but something genuine ━ and I didn’t want to face the reality that it could all be gone, just like that.”

“Well, what did Jimin mean, about that other girl? Was he telling the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yes.”

“And did you fuck her while you were still saying there was only me in your life and pretending you meant it?”

“I was never pretending,” Taehyung protests exasperatedly. “We had a fling, but that was months ago, when you and I first started whatever the hell this is. But Jimin was wrong. I never told him she was the one, or whatever. I said I didn’t want it to be meaningless anymore. That I want something more. I thought I had found it with that girl; but it was really with you.”

“Taehyung…” You whisper his name now, a delicate utterance.

“You can’t tell me I’m the only one feeling this way about us,” Taehyung beckons desperately. “I know you’ve been feeling it too.”

You purse your lips; then, you let out a small exhalation of air. “Tae… I think I’ve been in love with you ever since we were little kids.”

Now, Taehyung’s stare softens. He reaches out to grab at your face, gingerly pulling you into him, thumb caressing your cheek.

“I want you,” he promises. “God, I want you so bad. Do you really think I’d risk getting kicked from the band for anyone else but you? Or let anyone else tease me so bad but you?”

You can’t help but snicker. You shake your head at him as he pulls you into a kiss. He grins against your mouth and, this time when he kisses you, it’s hot and needy, a whole three day’s worth of pent up emotions and desires pouring into your every touch. Your hands fumble to undo your seatbelt and then you’re climbing over onto his lap and he’s welcoming you with open arms, the skirt of your dress hitching up higher on your thighs. Your knee, or maybe it was your foot or elbow, accidentally hits the horn of the steering wheel and startles the two of you, earning a squeak from you, before you both erupt into laughter. Taehyung reaches down to push the seat back a few inches to give you more space in the cramped driver’s seat and then he pauses to look up at you with mesmerized eyes. He kisses you again and again, as your hands come up to grasp at the sides of his neck.

“Had enough of the bullshit, have you?” he asks humorously. “Gonna take matters into your own hands?”

“I’m tired of all this teasing and chasing,” You pout. You’ve already begun grinding your hips against his, enjoying the way his face pinches in pure delight. He burrows his face into your chest, breasts soft against his head. A soft moan bubbles at your lips as you plant your own hands onto his chest. “I think so are you. We’ve both got a taste of it, haven’t we? We need to make up for lost time.”

“Fair enough,” he rasps. “What do you want from me, baby?”

“You, all of you,” You murmur. “Want your dick in me.”

“Gonna let me finish this time?” he tuts.

Your amused giggle meets his ears and he wonders how you can be both cute and sexy at the same time. “Mmm, I wanna be filled with your cum.”

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung grunts. “Okay, okay. Here━”

Somehow, he’s able to gesture to the backseat and you and him clamber your way there until you’re finally both situated once more with you straddling his lap. There’s a mutual understanding that there’s no point, nor time, for foreplay but it’s not as if either of you mind. Taehyung’s surely had enough and so have you because while teasing him may be fun for a while, it certainly can feel like torture trying to stay away from him in the meantime. You help him fumble with the belt of his jeans so that he can unbuckle them and watch as he grasps at himself, pulling his cock free. Immediately, you’re lifting your hips to pull the skirt of your dress up higher and his hands help aid you clumsily, palms gliding up the smooth expanse of your thighs.

Then, fumbling to push you on your knees before him, with one hand on the small of your back, he pulls you towards him and gazes down between the two of you as he hooks a thumb over the material of your panties to push it to the side and teases the tip of himself over your slick folds. Your hands flail outward, palms pressing against the windowpane as he somehow situates himself behind you in the cramped space on his knees. He grunts from behind you at the feeling and then slowly and carefully guides you down onto him. It takes a moment to adjust but as you sink fully down until he’s balls deep, his cock coaxed easily by your leaking wetness, the both of you come to a halt, sputtering for air.

“Wait, wait,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck━ Stay put for a sec.”

“Why?” You ask, jutting your hips backwards teasingly. “Gonna cum already?”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mutters. He thrusts up into you without warning as payback, causing you to gasp out loud and flail forward. “No, you brat. I just want to enjoy it a little bit longer.”

He’s right. It does feel nice to finally feel some sort of friction after three days of nothing. To him, you just feel so nice and warm and snug and, to you, he fills you up so perfectly. So you stay put for a little bit, adjusting to the feeling as you kiss each other slow and steadily. His dick twitches inside you, warm and wet and so fucking hard. He’s just so big, your head is spinning. It’s almost as if you feel him in the pit of your stomach, legs trembling at the feeling. He yanks impatiently at the top of your dress, pulling it down so that the material pools at your waist now, reveling in the way your bare breasts spring free. At once, his hands are reaching around your front to palm at your breasts, grasping at your hips and navel.

“Wanna wreck you so bad,” Taehyung growls roughly against the shell of your ear as he presses his chest against your back. “Gonna fill you up so good, make your pussy all mine. How does that sound?”

“Want it so bad,” You whine, one arm hooking behind you so that your fingers can scratch at his hair. “F-fuck, Taehyung━”

When he tugs lightly at your hips, you take that as his gesture for you to move and start grinding your hips against his.

“Been waiting so long,” he hisses. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t know why you always gotta tease me.”

“Taehyung,” You choke out. “Oh, f-fuck━”

“That’s it, baby girl. Doing so well,” Taehyung grunts as your walls quiver around him. He starts grinding into you, rough snaps of his hips sending you jolting forward each time. “Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Y-Yes━ God, want it so bad,” You cry out. “Give it to me harder, please, Taehyung━”

He gladly obliges, quickening his pace until he’s slamming his hips into yours in thrusts that tremble you to the core. Tears begin to prick at your eyes at the glorious sensation, your cunt throbbing with each thrust. You’re so wet, he almost slips from your walls each time he rolls his hips into yours.

“Fuck━ Want you to ride me,” he rasps at some point. “Show me how your pussy belongs to me. Can you do that for me?”

You nod blindly. You try not to whine at the sudden loss of contact when he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock glistening with both of your leaking cum mingling together, the sticky strands pulling apart midair as he fumbles. Soon, he has you straddling his lap, sinking onto his dick once more. You grip his shoulders this time, bouncing on him as he buries his face in your chest.

A sudden thought has him groaning aloud. “Your brother’s gonna fucking hate me.”

“I thought he said you talked things over,” You gasp. “That everything’s okay.”

“I don’t mean that,” Taehyung’s head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut. “He’s gonna murder me if he ever catches us like this.”

“Think he knows it happens by now,” You giggle. You moan when you drop your hips on him completely, swiveling around his dick.

“Still don’t think that means he wants to see us making love on the couch in your apartment. Not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you,” Taehyung points out. Then, adding hastily, “Fuck it. Can we not talk about your brother? It’s killing the mood.”

Another delightful chuckle bubbles from your lips though it’s quick to dissolve into a splintered cry as his dick angles upwards into you.

Your back arches until your chest is pressed against his. It’s almost embarrassing how fast the two of you become complete shambles, a sticky mess forming between your legs. It comes to that point where you don’t care about being careful and where you decide to adopt such a reckless pace, fucking yourself on him, your breasts bouncing wildly before him. Taehyung moans and eagerly latches his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking hard.

“Taehyung,” You whine. “I’m not gonna last.”

He hums against you, pulling you closer to his mouth and chest and wrapping you in his heat, as if to urge you on. Your mewls and whimpers ring in Taehyung’s ears as beautiful sounding as the music that plays in the background. You begin to give out, your tiredness mingling with the intensity of pleasure, and you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, huffing for air. He quickly replaces your efforts, grabbing your hips tightly and plummeting his upwards into yours so hard that you feel each thrust shake you to the core. You know you’ll have bruises in the morning but you don’t mind. You’re leaning entirely against Taehyung now, your arms wrapping around his neck, as cries of his name and choked whimpers continue to tear from your throat and mouth.

“F-Fuck!” You cry. “Taehyung, faster━ oh my god, please━”

Your pleas drown out when one long moan escapes you. You can feel the muscles in your core tighten and loosen in a constant battle that has your head swimming in a good way, your heart pounding in your chest. Taehyung grits his teeth, focusing on bringing you to your high, and, before you are able to even comprehend what’s happening, you’re toppling over the edge. You’re still on top of Taehyung, whimpering profusely and crying his name in a beautiful mantra as your high shakes you from head to toe.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Taehyung hisses. “Cum for me. Cream all over my dick. You love it, don’t you? Love having me fill you up like this?”

“Yes, oh my god, Tae, yes━ faster, please━”

Taehyung obliges, sweat forming on his forehead. He feels you squeeze around him so tight that he fumbles for a second, sputtering for air. Then, he feels your cum pulsate out of you, leaking down his length. You’re instantly floating up high with the stars, relishing in your high and the way Taehyung rides it out as he also fights for his own sweet release. As your hips come to a stutter, he grips at your waist and pummels his dick up into your aching pussy.

His tongue continues to lav lazily at your jawline and, by the time he reaches his own high, you are beginning to cringe from the sensitivity. Yet, you hold on, pushing away the slight sting as you help coax him to his high, squeezing your muscles around him. He cums moments later, releasing into you warm and wet, crying your name.

“Fuck, Y/N━ Gonna fill you up, baby, just how you like it━”

He rams his hips up into yours for one final effort, shuddering in elation as his cock twitches every last drop of cum from it. Then, both breathless and panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, you slump against his chest, resting your forehead against his. The car instantly goes silent and the foreground music that was the radio comes to once more. You listen to the soft lyrics as the two of you bask in the afterglow of sex and he kisses you all over.

You don’t know how much time passes as the two of you lay there, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your hips as your own fingers trace the tattoos that ink his skin.

“You know━” Taehyung speaks up eventually, his voice a low mumble. “Gonna be extra hard not to be late getting to gigs now.”

“Uh oh.” You roll your eyes. “Think we’ve got all the time in the world now for sex, Tae.”

Taehyung grins. “I was thinking more about the fact that I’m not gonna want to get out of bed in the morning, whenever you fall asleep beside me.”

Your heart swells at his confession and you peck his cheek quickly before burying your face in the crook of his neck. It’s his own serenade of sorts, his small promise in the backseat of his car, that makes it all okay in the end.

“And,” Taehyung admits cheekily this time, “knowing we don’t have to keep us a secret anymore, even to ourselves━ I'm definitely not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you now.”

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War prize

Summary: You get taken as a war prize once the barbarians take over your homeland.

Tw: nsfw, non - con, mentions of blood, slight corruption kink, size difference, slavery, deregatory language, degradation, possessive behavior, minor character death, spanking, mention of war

There is now part 2

Yoo guys, don’t worry if you voted for the other two options, I will write for them too soon enough. Anyways, enjoy.  

You weren’t supposed to be here right now with your legs covered in heavy metal chains and a dirty cloth shoved up in your mouth. Your friends weren’t supposed to be either captured or dead. Your side wasn’t supposed to lose against the barbaric tribe. So many things weren’t supposed to happen tonight and you were slowly getting used to the fact that your supreme leaders had failed, the army had raised the white flag high and you were currently in the enemy territory with slim chances of escape, with absolutely no memories of how you got there in the first place.

You could hear his heavy prolonged footsteps, the way the sharp heel of his boot dug into the rich soil and stomped all over the daisies and weeds just like he had done with your own people hours ago. He was getting closer to the tent by the minute and his shadow was growing bigger and bigger until the soldier finally pulled back the curtain-like fabric to the side and entered the tiny space you were forced into.

He was very tall, unnaturally so, nothing like the men in your tribe who, despite being strong and capable, were born on the shorter side. His face was rough and raw, his features symmetrical and fierce in their cold perfection, deep charcoal eyes, dark lips and a straight nose. The knight fancied his long black hair free and wild, letting it fall against his muscular shoulders softly, shiny, silky and healthy. In these territories the warriors wore very little clothing, finding anything covering their chest or ankles to be too distracting and suffocating during a battle. You tried to look away from his half – naked form but his upper body was sweaty and smooth, caramel in color, making it hard to look at anything else. In return the male simply stared at you for a few moments, grinning in amusement or maybe even satisfaction, and kneeled down next to the mat you laid on.  

“Hello, my little captive.” His voice was throaty and deep when he finally called out to you, a cunning smirk adorning his lips, giving him a sly foxy expression. The man reached out to cup your cheek and wipe away a tear slowly falling down, causing you to squirm away from his touch as if he held a hot iron against your face.

“Don’t touch me, you brute!” You shouted out before you had the chance to reconsider your poor choice of wording. The knight simply chuckled in respond and grabbed your hips roughly, making sure to dig his nails deep into the clothed skin before pulling you closer to his naked chest. You couldn’t help but turn red when forced to take in the warmth and firmness of his body – you had never been so close with a man before, much less your commune’s arch enemy.

“I will do so much more than that, sweet girl.” Raven whispered against your ear and kissed your neck softly, pulling your hair down so you would arch your back and whine miserably. “I won you fair and square, little slave.” He growled against your collarbone and bit down hard on the soft part of your throat. You couldn’t stand the hot wet sensations and you desperately wanted to get away from the warrior’s cruel grip, but you were helpless in your struggles, and even if you weren’t thoroughly tied up, you were still too scared to put up a fight against the barbaric male twice your size.

“You are so small and fragile, so vulnerable underneath me. I’ve always wanted something soft and pretty to warm my bed at night.” Raven admitted huskily as he tore apart your white satin robe, revealing your chest to the lingering glittering light coming from the gaslight above. Your pitiful whimpers were muffled by his lips slamming on yours and his wet slippery tongue forcing his way deep down your throat. The warrior was caressing your bosom, squeezing and fondling at it shamelessly, pinching and licking your nipples until they stood at attention red and swollen like cherries. “Such a pretty little slut, tied down at my mercy.” The knight moaned and slapped your breast lightly, enjoying the sheer look of horror on your beautiful face, twisted in panic. “I’m gonna make your tits bounce while I take you like a bitch in heat.” The man mumbled sadistically and slapped your other breast, this time using more force. “ I’m gonna make you my whore.” He cursed under his breath and lowered his head to suck on your neck once again.

Soon Raven got bored of playing with your tits and moved on to spread your legs wide open, pulling your panties down to your ankles. The sight of your sweet tight pussy exposed and displayed so wantonly was mouth-watering to the barbarian, and he could already feel his member harden painfully against your slit. You pleaded silently with your eyes to be spared, muttering quiet pleas, “no’s”, sobbing and clutching to the last bit of hope for mercy. Unfortunately, the warrior couldn’t hear a word, too fascinated by your luscious body and his own wild hunger.

“My beautiful little prize, all mine.” The man whispered almost affectionately, kissing you nice and slow this time, with his throbbing erection pressed on your entrance, inches away from your untouched virgin hole. “I saw you earlier today while you were tending to your parents’ wounds, pet.” He spoke suddenly, his length teasing your folds by slowly sliding in between your soft thighs. “You looked so precious in your desperate attempt to save them during the final fight.” The warrior continued, one hand coming up to stroke your hair in a sick yet comforting manner. “A sweet little thing like you shouldn’t be on the battlefield.” Raven kept going while rubbing slow circles on the palm he had forced you to open when you were clenching your fist tight. “You look so much better by my side, pretty girl.” The soldier placed a small peck on your temple, the lingering gentleness of his actions and the cruelty of his words making you sick to your core. You felt tired and overwhelmed yet the worst was still in store.

“I will tell you a little secret, slave.” The dark-haired male snarled at you and raised your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his cold black eyes. “I killed your father and took you all for myself.” He confessed in a low vicious voice, his scarred fingers tightening around your throat. The wet fury in your heart tangled together with the pain and grief of your loss, but the deadly grip around your neck forced you in place, still and lifeless like a doll. You wished you were dead just like your family so you wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of entertaining the enemy and his twisted desired any longer. “Now I am going to steal your innocence and make you mine, little bird.” Your face froze in terror and agony, having realized that, by the end of his words, the man had already pushed his manhood into your tight heat, piercing through your body, unprepared for the shock and the pain. “Sing for me, slave.” The barbarian hissed under his breath and moved roughly in and out of you, each new thrust sharper and deeper than the last one. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken down so easily, but you needed a way to cope with the harsh reality, so you cried out for him. You chocked on your pitiful sobs, screamed in pain and whimpered miserably just to survive another second of this meaningless torture.

Raven looked ecstatic, enticed by your lovely moans and whines, your sweet despair delicious on his tongue while he claimed your lips and explored your throat. Your tight pussy squeezed hard on his length, milking every bit of pleasure out of it. His eyes were blacker than the night sky, filled with lust and thirst for blood, unquenched even after hours of slaying the innocent souls determined to protect their land. Laying down on the cold ground, sweaty, violated and stripped of your pride, you wondered whether you were just another conquest to the warrior, perhaps ruining your purity was his way of proving that he and his people were the new rulers of the territory.

“What a sweet little virgin you were, and now you are bleeding on my cock while I take you, pet.” The barbarian cooed at you cruelly, choking you lightly, not tight enough to put your life in danger, but enough to keep you motionless and complacent, just a hole for him to fuck into. “I am going to cum in your cunt now, slave, and you are going to stay there and take it.” The man announced sternly and kept shoving his manhood down your channel roughly, pounding into you relentlessly until he came with a growl and released his seed deep inside you, painting your walls white. Your pussy felt raw and puffy, pulsating in pain around the cock still buried in. He wasn’t pulling out of you.

“Oh, little bird, did you really think that I would be satisfied with having you just once?” Raven taunted you gleefully, a sadistic gleam in his dark eyes as he took in the panic on your face, drinking it like a glass of honey mead. “I fought for you after all, precious.” The warrior muttered slowly, mere inches away from your swollen lips, bruised and red from all the biting and rough kisses. “I am going to savor you little by little.” He paused to catch your gaze and held it for a moment too long before focusing on your mouth again.

“You’re mine now, don’t you ever forget it.”

[hops-hunny]

Angels on Earth

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: “CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! I love your writing sm <3

this is my first time ever making a request and recently I found out that the person I was dating is still in love with their ex so I'm looking for comfort rn hehe

could you do a 23, 33, 35 with Ron, a mix of fluff and smut? chubby/plus size fem reader please”

Summary: Ron thought he was obvious, but it was clear (Y/n) was more obvious.

Warnings: Sexual themes

A/N: This took a while but I’ve also been busy but, enjoy!

23. “Cause I never believed there was a heaven till I found you.”

33. “Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” “I’d fuck you right now.”

35. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.”

For as long as Ron could remember, he had always found his potions partner to be beautiful. Who could blame him? (Y/n) was a beautiful girl. Round cheeks, soft all around, beautiful (h/c) hair, and the prettiest set of (e/c) eyes he had ever seen. But that wasn’t originally what drew him in, it was everything else. (Y/n) had an aura that surrounded her that was so bright, so full of life. Everyone who befriended her was always in a positive mood, smiles seen left and right from the jokes she’d tell. Even right now, with her hair pulled back from her face and the cute little goggles she insisted on wearing, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Right. I think that should be it.” She said, pushing the goggles up her face as she turned her head to look at him. His face flushed and if she had noticed, she didn’t say much. “That is unless you fucked something up. Merlin knows how bad you are with Potions Weasley.” she giggled, his heart pulling and racing in his chest. 

“Oi! ‘M not that bad. Plus you didn’t let me touch anything, should be fine unless you managed to make a mistake.” He leaned towards her a bit with a devious smirk. “But it’s impossible for you to do that isn’t it? I forgot you were just a perfect princess.” He pulled away, eyes trained on the potion in the cauldron in front of them. Amortentia, was it? He found it a bit strange because he couldn’t smell anything but the girl’s perfume no matter how far he leaned in. In his own state of confusion, he completely missed the girl’s own shocked look on her face.

“What do you smell?” she questioned, gathering her things due to the period drawing to a close. His eyes widened at his realization before calming down. Now was a better time than ever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“You.” his eyes shot open at the sound of a snort. (Y/n) had made her way towards the exit of the potions room, (e/c) eyes rolling at him as she shot him a smile. She went to leave the room before giving him an up and down.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just said so.” she teased, shooting him a wink before exiting the room. He groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face as he adjusted the awkward bulge in his pants. He stood, gathering his things as he huffed to himself.

“I’m in deep aren’t I?” he said out loud, ignoring the look his slimy potion’s teacher gave him. Without another word, he left continuing on his path to his next dreadful class of the day.

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“She probably thought you were joking.” Harry said, causing Ron to give him a glare. Even though there was a big possibility that Harry was right, he didn’t want to believe him. He thought his attempt was a good one! He was direct about what he meant, right?

“He’s got a point. You guys usually joke around and mess with each other a lot. She probably thought you were cracking a joke. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?” Luna asked as if the answer was obvious. Ron felt his brow twitch as he sighed, sinking down in his seat more as he threw his head back.

“What can be more obvious than saying you smell someone in your Amortentia? Do you guys even think?” He questioned.

“Do you? Cause if you did then you’d know that was a poor attempt.” Hermione chimed. Although at first he was sure his attempt was good, that it was obvious, suddenly he was beginning to have second thoughts. Was he clear enough? Sure, you could say one thing but he’d be the first to admit his actions didn’t match. He huffed, looking at his friends, desperation hidden in his eyes.

“Well, what should I say then?” 

“Say something truthful! Let your heart speak for what your actions couldn’t.” Ginny chimed, causing them all to give her a strange look. She crossed her arms, looking away with red cheeks. “What? I think I’d know what chicks like, I do shag em afterall.”

“So tell us, what does your heart say Ron?” Luna asked, he sighed as he racked his brain. He liked her a lot. How could he not? (Y/n) was beautiful, a gift from the heavens above. The softness of her skin, the roundness of her tummy, and those beautiful luscious thighs. He was surprised no one else had made a move on her yet. She was kind too, always willing to help her fellow (y/h/h) in need.

A lovesick dopey look took over his face. “I...I’d say…” he let out a dreamy noise as hearts took over his eyes, “I never believed there was a heaven till I found you. Never believed angels walked among us at Hogwarts, that I think she’s amazing and I-”

“Okay ew that’s enough. I’m gonna be sick. Save it for her.” his sister said, grimacing as she stood up. “And with that note, I’m gone. Why not tell  her at the Gryfindor party tonight? I’m sure she’ll be there!” Ron gulped nervously. That soon? Surely a few hours wasn’t enough time to prepare! Maybe he’d try in a few months…

However as he looked across the hall, seeing some twit practically eye fucking her, it was settled. Tonight he would tell her and if not, he’d at least make some progress.

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Ron let out a shaky deep breath, wiping his sweaty hands along the front of his jeans. Whether it was the sweltering heat of all the warm bodies, the shots he had taken, or the thought of what he had set out to do tonight he didn’t know, but either way he was burning like a phoenix. His eyes trailed the room nervously, looking for (Y/n). How was he sure she’d be here anyways? She wasn’t a frequent attender to parties, only showing up to them sporadically. However at the sound of a familiar laugh-snort combo, he had all he needed. 

In his buzzed(and slightly drunken) haze, he followed the sound blindly, face heating up at the girl's appearance. She wore a blush colored bodycon dress that clung to the folds and curves of her body nicely.. Her hair was styled differently than usual, but suited her perfectly nonetheless. Most things did. And when she saw him? Her face broke out in a bright smile as she hiccuped, handing her half empty cup to one of her friends. She stumbled her way over to him. He steadied her by placing his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

“Ronnn! Omg Ronnie, what’re you doing here?” she hiccuped again, giggling as she stared up at him. He smiled back at her softly, stroking along the softness of her waist.

“ I could ask you the same thing, love, you’re not much of a drinker usually.” he placed a hand on her cheek, thankful for the liquid courage flowing through his system. “You alright? Come on, let’s sit you down. You don’t seem to be too steady.” he said, guidning her towards the couch. When they got there, he expected her to sit next to him but was in shock as she parked herself in his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck, smiling down at him drunkenly. He handed her a glass of water, the same one he had been handed earlier when he was getting a bit out of hand. She thanked him, sipping on it at a slow pace. 

After a few minutes, the hiccuping and giggles had died down from her, leaving her to form goosebumps at their current position. She was fully seated on the boy’s lap and he had his arms wrapped around her, rubbing his fingers along her soft pudgy sides. She bit her lip as she looked off to the side, before bringing her eyes back to his.

“Uh, Ron,” she started, looking down as she picked at the skin around her nail beds. Letting out a deep sigh, she continued, “Can I ask you something?” her heart began to race rapidly as she looked at him, watching as he nodded before offering her a soft smile.

“Course. What’s up?” How should she phrase it? Should she be simple? Should she-

“Would you fuck me if I was skinny?” she blurted out, eyes widening. Although she had wanted to ask him something about if he was attracted to her, she hadn’t intended on being so...bold. She was known for speaking her mind but not in situations like this! In a state of panic, she went to stand up but was pulled down by a strong pair of arms, pulling her close to an even stronger, toned chest. He chuckled in her ears, hair tickling the edge of her neck.

“Shit princess, I mean...I’d fuck you right now.” his grip on her sides tightened, trailing one hand on her thigh. Out of all the things she could’ve said, this was the last one Ron expected. (Y/n), his snarky potions partner, in his lap in that god forsaken dress asking if he’d fuck her. He felt his own heart begin to race. Did she mean to say it? Well, did she mean to say it to him? Or did she just want his opinion for someone else?

“O-oh.” she stuttered out. (Y/n) pulled back some, turning her head to look at him, finding that his eyes instantly were drawn to hers. 

“Do you mean that?” they both asked. Ron’s cheeks turned red as (Y/n) felt her own face grow warm. Both of them let out breaths they didn’t even know they were holding, laughing with one another.

“I meant it but, did you?” she asked, breath hitching of the closeness of their faces to one another. She could smell the fire whiskey mixed with hints of cannabis and weed mixing with it making her absolutely intoxicated. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers.

“‘Course I did, love. You don’t have to be skinny for me to do anything with you, let alone fuck you. Because trust me,” he trailed a hand along her upper thigh, sliding it between the soft expanse of them. “It’d be my pleasure to fuck a woman with a body like yours. A woman so soft, so tender, bet that cunt of yours is tight and dripping. Isn’t it?” the girl squeaked, clenching her thighs around his hand. He leaned down, pecking her lips softly before pulling away, (Y/n) whimpering  in a desperate attempt to let him know she wanted more..

“And if I were to grant you that pleasure right now?” she purred, placing a soft hand on his cheek which he gladly leaned into, a dark chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’d be the luckiest man alive.”

[liujiami]

𝑼𝒑𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 : 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒚~

Sugardaddy!Diluc x Bimbo! Wife reader!

Sypnosis ^w^ imagine you are Diluc's beloved bimbo sugarbaby that now has become his official trophy wife ahhh >w< (also covers ur life as his lovely wife n the proposallll!)

It was spring, here at mondstadt, the sky was a beautiful baby blue with no clouds in sight. Here you were sitting on a checkered pastel pink mat under the tall and luscious windrise tree! You were waiting for your red-haired lover, he had asked you out on asked you out for a picnic saying it was a special occasion.

So here you were, deep in thought, thinking about what special occasion could this day be? Was it your aniversary? No it couldn't be it was next month! So you were extremely confused.

Soon, you heard heavy footsteps heading towards you direction. You look up just in case it was one of those pesky hilichurls as their camp was near by but it was diluc, your lovely daddy and boyfriend! You flashed him a wide grin as you stood up and ran towards him to give him a tight hug. "What special occasion is today?" You asked as you pointed you index finger at you lips cutely. Diluc seeing this chuckles before giving you a peck on the lips. "Shh, its a secret."

A secret? Why does Diluc not want to tell you? Was what kept replaying in your head before Diluc sat you back down on the mat and opened the basket he brought. Afterall, he couldn't trust the food you provide as a your airhead would probably forget the basket of food before you departure to the venue of the picnic. You took out a bottle of grape juice and other delicous foods to set on the mat as you started to forget all about dilucs secret or surprise!

After your delicous meal, you lay on Diluc's arm as you gaze up at the blue sky that was cleared of any clouds." I have a surprise for you, my love." Diluc said as he lifted you head gently upwards and helped you get up before kneeling down. "Will you be the love of my lifs forever." He said as he pulled out a ruby as red as fresh blood with a silver band that was shaped as a tiara to fit the gem in the middle. You gazed at Diluc before smiling and saying that ofcourse you would stay with him for the rest of his life! Which then led him to put the ring on you finger as he pulled you into a tight warm hug.

It was a few months after that loving moment. You two had gotten married in the most beautiful and dream like setting! Life was going the way any sugarbaby wants! Diluc spoils you like always and your empty head need not worry about any other thing except being Dilucs treasure and trophy wife in public!

You could hear the heavy front door open as you tried to do the cooking for your lovely hubby! Which ofcourse distracted you from your current task and led to you running over to give him a warm tight hug. You greeted him as you led him to the kitchen to show him your cupcaked you made!"Here try them! 'Luc! ^w^ " you said cheerfully as you handed one to him. Which he took a bite out of and realised....Instead if sugar, you added salt as you mistook the two due to you airheadedness!

Author-chan is too lazy ti finish it lol

Byeee

[closedafterdark]

Suddenly you're in a horror film, running from a masked murderer. Your only companion is the last idol you wrote about, and your only weapon is whatever is currently closest to your left hand. What is the movie like and do you think you could survive?

'"D-Do you think we'll make it out of here alive?"

"Of course we will. You have me, remember?"

"The last time you told me that, you edged me for a week because you thought I was staring at Saerom and Jisun."

"I-I didn't like how they were staring at you, baby!"

"They were staring at you the whole time!"

"Still! No one gets to stare at my baby except me."

"So, what is your plan?"

"My plan? My plan is..."

It was then that she began kissing your neck softly, holding your shirt tightly as she brought you closer to her.

"W-Wha"

She licked her lips while possessing a mischievous glint in her eyes before wrapping her arms around you and kissing you once more. Each was filled with desire, a hunger that wasn't able to be satisfied. It was as if she was a succubus that decided your blood was delicious.

Your hands were not idle - moving lower and lower down her back before squeezing each soft cheek. She squirmed in surprise, biting on your lower lip. The two of you continued on - throwing caution of the person chasing after you to the wayside. All that you could focus on was the beautiful woman before you.

You repeated her previous actions on her neck - kissing her deeply defined collarbones as the two of you began to strip each other of clothing.

"O-Oh fuck, baby..." she said, as you pulled one strap of her silky laced bra. Her long, beautiful hair flowed freely down her newly exposed shoulders as she gave you a devilishly seductive stare that made you shudder with excitement.

"Mommy wants your cock, baby." she said, roughly removing your pants and tossing them away.

Her pouty red lips and hauntingly angry gaze turned you on more than you would care to admit, causing your cock to strengthen in her small hand.

"Look how hard you are for mommy, baby." she said, going at an agonizingly slow pace. As you slit began to leak more, she licked it clean, causing you to throb. She giggled as your breathing became heavier due to her incessant teasing.

"I know mommy said to hold off and be a good boy for this whole month, but fuck it. Mommy wants to ruin you, baby."

She swiped her tongue from your base to tip in clean, solid stripes. Each one glistened with assistance from the light above. She took note of your facial muscles and how you reacted to each movement she made.

Squeezing her still clothed breasts and causing you to sigh deeply, she finally parted her lips and took you deep inside her mouth.

"Fuck..." you breathlessly said.

Her tongue circled around your tip as she soon became a soft ball of luscious hair bobbing up and down your cock.

"Fuck mommy's throat, baby." she said upon releasing her mouth's firm grip on you, sloppily connecting her lips and your tip, leaking onto her chin and the floor below.

You obliged and gently grabbed onto her raven colored locks, using her orifice as a means to release built-up pressure. Her throat tightened around your shaft deliciously as her freshly manicured nails dug into your skin. The pain it caused was nothing compared to the pleasure you were receiving.

You held her down to your base until she squeezed your balls harshly, causing you to let go and her to release her mouth from you with a loud pop. She was much messier this time - copious amounts of saliva seeped from the corners of her lips as she coughed and took the time to recover.

"M-Mommy that was.."

She seemed to ignore, or not care, what you had to say as she dove back in until she reached your base once more. Her throat pulsed around the tip of your cock as you used both hands and pushed her head deeper.

She maintained eye contact with you as you began bobbing her head up and down the length of your cock.

And while you didn't expect to be fully naked in a janitor's supply closet with your girlfriend deepthroating you - if you had to go out, this was certainly one way to do so.