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Coming Down | myg

Okay, so here's the second installment of my BADLANDS Series. This is loosely based around Coming Down by Halsey. I realise I haven't really done them in a specific order, just the one I am pulled to next to write.

Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Reader, mentions of slight work stress and societal pressures of being a woman, you know. All that good stuff.

Reader is a F E M I N I S T and proudly so. Loose mention of not wanting kids (which is fine btw) this is just a whole load of smut, not much fluff as it's FWB but.

Okay so, oral, f & m receiving, face fucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, light spanking, choking (for like a milisecond) use of ties, slight sensory deprivation, slight body worship, overstimulation. Slight name-calling?? Yoongs says kitten ironically. Use of safe word/safe signal. Yoongles has a Sir Kink. (I can only apologise) Reader has a hand kink (obvs) just wants to get off and relieve stress, Yoongi is happy to be their relief.

word count: 9.8k 👀🐸☕ don't @ me

'I found God, I found him in a lover'

It was a normal Thursday evening, you'd finished work at 6pm on the dot and took the bus home. Fishing for your keys as you approached the front door of your apartment. Key in the lock, turn. Open. Silence. Walking into your hallway, slippers not quite on the rack by the front door as you rushed out of them into your heels this morning. Just where you left them. Sliding off your heels with a sigh as you trudged into your slippers, immediately comforted by the soft memory foam that supported your tiresome toes. Returning your heels to the rack. Shrugging off your bag and long coat, reaching nearly 2 feet above you on your tiptoes to hang your bag and coat on the coat rack. Muttering to yourself like you did every day. 'Coat and bag, then heels. Won't have to stretch so much.' Venturing into the living room. Magazine on the coffee table infront of the sofa where you had left it last night.

Empty. Not that you expected anyone to be home. No one making you dinner you didn't want, or taking up the whole sofa, or hogging the remote. You lived alone, and you liked it. Sure, for a pretty young girl in her mid twenties you often had looks and questions.

'When are you going to find the one?'

'When will you settle down and have a family?'

And truth be told, you didn't want to settle down. You had told your mother from a young age that you didn't want children, whether that would change over time or not you weren't sure. It hadn't changed. You still wanted your independence and that was okay. Women were not put on this earth just to bear children and you were the firmest believer in that. You liked your life just the way it was. A job you loved that you worked hard for, an apartment you were proud of and nearly every night you got to sleep in your own bed, alone, no one to whine at when they snored or your body being used as a warmer for their cold feet. The few nights you were away from your bed came from your once in a while rendezvous with an acquaintance of yours. Although you knew eachother more than mere acquaintances should.

You met at a bar some time ago. Lights flashed, sure to give you a migraine and music so loud your eardrums could burst at any given moment. You were dragged out to this stingy bar by your bestfriend in her attempt to finally get noticed by that one guy. Even in her twenties she was still as smitten as when you were both back at school. You wore a simple black dress with a low cut front, skirt just above the knee and plain black heels. Hair not much different to your everyday, maybe a few waves here and there and some more mascara than your normal work volume. Trying your best to blend in but still having the ornate ability to have eyes on you in any setting.

You spent a lot of time on the dance floor until your friend had found her prey and you circled around the bar. Much rather wanting to stay at home with a tub of ice cream and your cat watching some terrible reality show about Cabin Crew on a cruise ship. Shouting at the TV to throw the nasty woman overboard; waving your spoon at the screen as your cat looked on in understanding almost. But here you were, slumped against a sticky varnished oak bar, propped up on an old velvet stool, twisting your straw in your glass, nonchalantly spinning the steadily melting ice as you listened to your friend talking to her guy. Suddenly feeling a hot hand against your lower back and someone lean over the bar between you and your otherwise occupied friend. Looking up at a pale man to your left.

" Whiskey on the rocks. " came his order to the bar tender; sharp, leaving no room for anything blasé.

Catching his eye, he looked you over once with a subtle bite of his lip and the flick of his tongue at the seam of his mouth; eyebrow raised with a lingering smirk before he vanished into the sea of people again with his drink.

Dumbfounded, you sat there, staring at the now empty spot where he had been mere seconds ago, the now cool expanse of your lower back where his large hand once was, fizzing. Swinging round on your stool, propping your elbow on the bar behind you, your eyes scanned the room. It wasn't the biggest bar. It wouldn't take long to find him.

Soon you caught eyes with him across the dance floor, stood with his taller, tanned friends as he held the whiskey glass firm in his hand; talking amongst themselves. Dark Brown, almost black hair feathered across his forehead, just above his twinkling chocolate eyes. Thin upper lip pressing to his plumper bottom lip before perfect white teeth graced your vision in an endearing gummy smile. Eyes still not catching you between the bodies of people dancing. Several silver hoop earrings in each ear. He wore a long black sweatshirt, black ripped jeans and boots. A couple of silver rings adorned his strong fingers.

You took a sip of your drink, gaze intermittently fluttering in his direction as you scanned the room, your friend had left to go and dance. Eyes found her and you nodded, knowing she was fine. As your stare focused back on the man before you he finally looked up, catching your eye with his, dark and mysterious. His lips pulling into a smirk again as he gazed at you. Heat bubbling in your chest from his wandering eyes on your body through the gap in people on the dance floor. He eventually made his way over to you and whispered a few words into your ear. Cool and calm.

" Come back to my hotel. "

And so you did. One slightly drunk, intense one night stand later and here you were, 6 months down the line sleeping with eachother whenever he was in town. A classic Friends With Benefits situation, although you weren't really friends.

You walked into your kitchen, greeting your ginger tabby cat with a kiss as she meowed at you in greeting. Grabbing yourself a glass for water and pouring kibble into her bowl on the floor, your routine monotonous but you didn't mind. Your cat tucking into her dinner as you filled up your glass, taking a sip. Looking at delivery menus on your fridge under old magnets from previous travels, deciding on Chinese; plucking the menu from the fridge, you had a training day for other colleagues at work tomorrow which meant a day off for you. No needing to cook dinner and get an early night tonight. Placing your glass and the menu on the coffee table in the living room, you switched on the tv, chucking any random show on then bumbling along to your room, opening the door. Greeted by quiet and serenity. No dirty pants on the floor or unmade bed. You smiled with contentment, unzipping your dress to pool at your feet before tossing it into your wash basket. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your most dependable black bra and panty set glaring back at you as you fixed your hair into a ponytail and wiped off your makeup. Throwing on a sweatshirt and some leggings. A short while later you plopped yourself down on the sofa and switched on the tv, greeting your cat with a scratch under her chin as she sauntered into the room, hopping up on the sofa with you.

Zoning out to the world around you as a terrible drama played on in the background as you glanced over the menu, not really paying attention to anything in particular. You had been a little stressed over the past couple of weeks, mounting pressures of a new senior in your department threatening to change everything you had sculpted into a balanced working environment over the last 3 years. Societal pressures and backhanded compliments from your mother's 'garden party' friends concerning whether or not you were defective in choosing a man. Or having one choose you. But in reality, the truth is, you had a stable relationship previously, unfortunately he was a dick and you're not stupid. So the single life had been your rather quiet reality for the last 18 months. No one to answer to or to worry about. Just you and your cat.

Your mothers friends never seemed to understand that, always too engrossed in whether or not you had a man on top of you every night to see that their husbands had found other, much younger women to be on top of. All of this filtering through the crack in your hardened shell, filling your mind with alternate realities until you got a text coming through. Cutting through all the fuzz that piqued in your brain. Picking up your phone, you saw who it was. Him.

'I'm in town, come over?'

Your reply was short and sweet.

'Sure, be over in 20.'

Snapping out of your previous thoughts and placing the menu back on the coffee table you sat and pondered for a minute. This was fine. This was what you needed. To let off some steam, in a judgement free setting. No cold glances your way, or harsh words uttered, unless it was you being tied to the headboard again like you had been convinced to try last time with his unadulterated gaze looking down at you writhing underneath him. The thought alone had your hair standing on end and a shiver running through you as you stood from the sofa, heading to your room.

Sifting through your wardrobe to pull on some old trainers, checking yourself in the mirror not really knowing why. In your hallway you made sure the lights in the apartment were off and your cat was happy, tucked up in the corner of the sofa snoozing away. Making sure you had your keys and phone in your bag, you left, key in the lock, turn. Locked. Walking down the hallway and down to the ground floor, heading out of the building to head right. The hotel he always stayed at was only a block or so away so the walk was relatively short. The sun was setting now as it hid behind the skyscrapers that canopied the city. Passers by making their way home or even to work. Still lots of cars on the road and bicycles that weaved in and out of traffic. The breeze was light and cherry blossoms danced in the air, separating from a tree as you passed a nearby park. The air was cool, as it would be in early May. Not too hot. Reminded of your journey, that first night.

'When his hair falls in his face and his hands so cold they shake'

You had left swiftly after his original proposition, making up some story about your cat or an early work meeting or something. Anything to get you out of there and with him. His hand returned to the small of your back as you left the bar, being ushered into an awaiting taxi outside. Shuffling all the way over to the other side, he slid in next to you blurting out the address to the hotel at the driver. Hair falling in his face. Eyes wild as they sparkled from the reflection of the dim streetlights. Smirking at you as the same powerful hand you had grown accustomed to on your back, made a home on your knee, slightly tucked under the skirt of your dress. It was now cold to the touch. Strong and intimidating as the taxi started to drive away. Not being able to take his eyes off you he leant forward and whispered in your ear.

" You look so delicious. " His voice low that reverberated through you, straight to your core as he squeezed your knee. Uttering the last syllable with a kitten lock to the shell of your ear.

To this you bit your lip and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. His hand, in turn sliding further up under your dress to the wider expanse of your thigh. The material of your dress pressing his hand taught against your skin.

He swooped down to your ear again, pressing an open mouthed kiss under your ear before he whispered " can't wait to taste you. "

You keened away from his grasp to no avail. He knew what he was doing to you, breath shallow and flighty in your chest as his teeth tugged at your earlobe.

"Please " You breathed, the first word you uttered to him.

Not really sure what you were pleading him for but the fire in your chest and the dampness of your panties flourished an urgency within you that was incorrigible. He smirked again at this, eyes dancing like Fireflies in the night. The hand that was to his side while the other hid between your thighs came up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards him.

"Soon. " He chuckled before biting your lip.

Drawn back to reality, passing people and cars. Your trainers pulling you towards your destination as your head had an argument with your feet. Was this a good idea? You didn't want to get yourself into a situation where either of you caught feelings. You were a pro at being a cold hearted bitch now but the odd sincere glance your way, especially from him seemed to melt your resolve, even just a little. Recounting the previous times you had taken this walk and what it would lead to.

After your first night with him, it was like a drug. You always wanted more. To say he was good in the bedroom was a complete cop out. He was...He was something. Made you feel things you'd never felt before and noises you'd never in your wildest dreams imagine yourself making. At decibels only a dog could hear. So once the addiction started, you started seeing one another everytime he was in town. Sometimes a couple of times in a week. That went on for a solid 4 months and as work pressures mounted, you fell distant. Always busy catching up with work or having some alone time with your thoughts and your cat. He also got busy, having to travel more for work. You didn't really know much about except it was important and you felt based on the guitar he always packed with him, propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, it was something to do with music.

'I found a devil, I found him in a lover'

The last time you had seen eachother had been a little over 2 weeks ago. That night you'd stayed, which didn't come easily. You were adamant you would leave as soon as you'd cleaned up, even telling him so as he helped you wash in the bathroom, almost requesting a second round when he looked at you through the mirror with those sparkling brown eyes like the devil, but you had been so wound up and pushed to your limits that you felt sleep take you as soon as your body hit the mattress again. Memories of restraints, dark water colours that created the murky palette of his hotel room and the low thumping of your heart, even as you entered the apartment, seeing him there, a tie in hand and a coy smirk. That night he had called you. He never called.

" You busy? " He sounded gruff like he'd just finished working out - which you knew not to be the case.

"When am I ever busy? " You rebuttled with a laugh.

He joined you, then you could hear him grin down the phone. A different sort of grin. A devious one.

"I wanted to try something. "

There was quiet, you wished him to continue silently.

"Something I can't stop thinking about doing to you. " He whispered lowly.

Your ears on fire and furiously red in the face you hung up. Chucking a quick 'omw' text to him in return. That night had been the best sex you'd ever had. That's why you'd stayed. For fear of walking into oncoming traffic at 2am because of your disorientated state.

Your heart skipped a beat at the anticipation of what was to come once you knocked on the door and it sent a thrill through you. Rounding the corner you were met with a bleak grey concrete block of apartments that made up the hotel with a black sign. Crossing the street after looking both ways you jogged up the steps as you saw the door beginning to close after a couple just exited. Sliding in you headed straight for the elevator.

He always had the same hotel room which avoided any confusion. You ran to the elevator that had just opened and pressed the 7th floor. Alone again your mind wandered to your first night here, in this lift.

You'd both stumbled out of the taxi and shuffled over to the lift, he pressed the elevator button furiously as he got impatient; leaning against eachother. As soon as the lift doors were closed he pressed you against the wall, face millimetres from yours as his nose skimmed over yours. Both of your breathing, laboured and slow. His large hands roamed your body; your waist, up and down your thighs. Gripping at the flesh as if he owned it. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to own all of you in that moment. Gaze intense and unwavering as the mysterious glint in his eye grew. His hands slid around the curve of your ass which made you stutter, giving it a harsh squeeze that made you lose your breath.

"I'm gonna ruin you." He whispered devilishly in your ear as he bit the shell.

Pulled out of your reverie as the elevator doors dinged open, signalling you had reached your floor, face burning as you stepped out of the lift, cold fingers pressed to your cheeks to try and cool them. Preparing yourself for what man would greet you at the door. You never knew which one you would get. Sometimes he was ravenous and you never made it to the bed, lipstick smeared and tights ripped as he never had time to waste when he felt such a desperate need for you. Or you would get the cool calm and collected man that caught your eye that night all those months ago. That was, until he got you here. Alone with him.

Walking down the corridor to his room now, counting the doors as they seemed to go on for miles, dark in wood with numbers etched in gold with golden handles. Your breath starting to slip away from you as you imagined as soon as you opened that door you wouldn't be able to breathe steadily again for a while. Room 93. (Shoutout to Halsey's first EP) There it was. You slowed to a stop, almost nervous to knock. 'Just knock' You muttered to yourself. Rolling your eyes as you fidgeted on the spot, sighing as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Knock. Wait. Silence.

You were waiting for a little while which was unlike any other time. Checking your watch and the door number. You waited a little longer and you were just about to walk away when the door opened slowly. You turned; met with the same dancing brown eyes you caught in yours all those months ago, although slightly sunken, maybe he hadn't been sleeping well? His lean frame propped up against the door. Arms folded over his broader chest. Hair fluffed over his forehead, slightly damp. Pale skin flawless and glowing against the dark background of his hotel room and the darkness of his simple black tee and sweatpants. Silver hoops still adorned his ears and rings still glistened on his beautiful hands. Eyes unwavering as they honed in on you. Smirk playing on his thin lips.

"You're early." He mumbled all knowingly, looking at the rings that adorned his knuckles, as if he were about to connect them with a wall.

You stuttered, heart in your mouth as you gawked at the man. Feeling like a naughty school girl that was about to get a ruler spanked across her a-. You stopped the thought for fear of collapsing in the hallway. His eyes still on you, looking you up and down. You mentally slapped yourself for your attire. Sweatshirt and leggings. Not sexy in the slightest. Anyway. Why did you care? Not like you wanted to impress him, right? After another beat his strong arm pulled you in the room by the collar of your sweatshirt, closing the door swiftly behind you and pinning you up against it.

"Just means I have more time." He whispered against your lips.

Sweeping strands of hair out of your face delicately, tucking his fingers behind your ears. He smiled at you, his gummy smile. You never thought that smile would be directed at you. Let alone in this setting.

'With his lips like tangerines, and his colour-coded speak'

His lips moulded to yours with a sudden urgency. Teeth and tongue caressing your lips with power and want. Heavy breaths exchanged as you dropped your bag; hands trying to find purchase somewhere sturdy and stable. Deciding upon the strength of his arms. Eyes closing as you were swept away in the moment of teeth and tongue and pent up tension and wanton need for eachother. His fingers pulling out your hairband so your hair pooled around your face. His fingers lacing through the soft locks as he grinned against your lips. Always having an ornate infatuation with how silky your hair was. How good it felt wrapped around his fist as he fucked you into the mattress. How it spread out behind you like waves across the crisp white bedsheets, framing your face perfectly as you slept.

He missed this. Maybe he missed you. Jolted back from his sweet thoughts, hearing you start to mumble against his lips as he continued to pin you up against the door, your head firmly in his hands.

"Yoongi." You murmured again, slurring the word slightly; drunk off the potent lust he cradled you with.

He never let up from your lips, intent on breathing you in. Hands untangling themselves from your hair as his cool calm hands landed on your shoulders, moving you away from the door to pin you to a wall, nearer to the bed. An eventual destination set in his mind. He couldn't get enough of you. Your hands travelled to cup his cheeks. His lips dry against yours gaining moisture from the saliva rolling around in your mouths as your tongues fought. Small whimpers beginning to swim their way into the air. Music to his ears. Of all the music he'd ever had a hand in creating, he wished he could emulate your tiny whimpers. Your cries for more of him. All of him. Wanting to devour him whole.

"Fuck" He exclaimed, finally pulling away from you, heavy breathing as his forehead was against yours.

Not even giving you time to breath he reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your gorgeous body to his hungry eyes. Knowing now that hiding from his gaze would be futile. An attempt at covering up would leave your ass raw and marks all over every single inch of your body. God's above. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, to him you practically were. He never sought out for any other attention or company from other women. The taste of you as often as he could have you was more than enough to satiate his heart.

He made quick work of your bra before throwing his own shirt off onto the growing pile on the floor. His hands, rough against your soft, plush breasts as his thumbs circled around your pebbling nipples. His teeth latching onto your bottom lip, humming as he looked into your steadily closing eyes. Teeth venturing south along your jaw to your neck and collarbone as he began to grab at the skin of your waist after he finished moulding your breasts; as if trying to memorise the feeling of them in his hands. The weighted comfort he had grown to adore about your chest. Teeth sinking in, enticing low gasps and the tiniest of squeaks as he would bite too hard on already sensitive flesh, intent on getting every inch of your skin covered in small indentations from his teeth. Tongue lascivious against the contours of your neck and collarbones, sickly sweet taste of your skin that drove him wild.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

All you could do was pant and mule against him, your hands in his steadily drying locks. Suddenly pulling away as he untied the drawstring of his pants.

"Knees, now." He whispered authoritively and you happily obeyed.

Flicking your hair off your shoulder you sank down onto your knees. Eyes ignited with a fire he practically stoked out of you. You admired his body on the journey down. Body lithe and pale, defined arms and chest with a flat stomach, no six pack or defined v lines that led to the promising tent that you saw in your line of sight. Just a small happy trail of hair from below his belly button sneaking into the hem of his sweatpants. Swiftly taking them down and off you were greeted with black boxers, looking tight around his cock cased within. You licked your lips in anticipation as his fingers forked through the hair on your scalp. Looking up to his face as he gazed down at you with a stern look in his own eyes; burning into your already flushed skin.

"Someone looks like they've missed this." He smirked as your hand rose to palm him through his boxers.

He released a low hum at the feeling of your hand cupping his balls. You knew that he was very sensitive there, from past experiences.

"Does the slut want my cock?" He asked, a feather of a chuckle rumbled in his chest at your immediate nod as you ran your tongue over the seem of your lips.

Your fingers delved underneath the fabric as you began to pull them down. Sudden slap to your hands had you shying away from him.

"Hungry sluts have to wait don't they, kitten?" His eyes zeroing in on your reaction to the pet name.

You gritted your teeth in vague annoyance at the name, after the first night, you told him you had to be home for your cat. Finding it oddly adorable you were a cat lady he called you kitten ironically, now it's stuck. Your eyes looking away from him, turning your head slightly towards the large window that showed the rest of the city. Twinkling lights now shining in the moonlight. His hand gripped your chin, pulling your attention back to him, forcing you to look up into his devious eyes.

"I don't think you answered me, slut." He snarled; releasing your chin from his grasp.

Your heart jumped in your chest. "Y-yes, sir."

He smirked again, feeling triumphant he patted your head, thumb smoothing over your hair line with ghost like touches before running it along the seem of your mouth, popping his thumb in, flat against your tongue. Closing your lips around him, beginning to suck, big eyes gazing up at him.

"Good girl." He whispered before removing his thumb from your mouth and yanking his boxers down and stepping out of them.

His fingers danced through his damp hair as his cock sprung up against his stomach, a muted groan as the cool air touched his reddened and straining cock. Your eyes widened, never getting used to the sight of his cock, inches away from your salivating mouth, making your panties pool with a carnal need for him to be inside you. Your hands began to rub up and down your jeans clad thighs, waiting with baited breath for him to give you the command. This man and the things you'd do for him would have others question if you were a feminist or not. How a strong single woman with a steady career and bustling social life could want to be so utterly defiled by a man and be at his every whim really flipped your ideology on its head. But a drug was a drug, and you were high on him like cocaine.

"Alright, stop giving me those bedroom eyes." He gushed, dominating voice faltering as he gazed down at you, waiting and ready for him to let you begin.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, big and bold. Biting your lip as your hands rubbed along your thighs again.

"Fuck, just get over here." He laughed, holding the base of his cock in his hand as your hands slunk up his sturdy pale thighs.

Fingertips sending sparks through his body. Your lips reaching his tip, you looked up at him again as you kitten licked his bulbous tip, testing it. Like testing a car. He hissed to which you smirked. You took your tongue to lick the underside of his cock lightly, teasing his frenulum before swirling your tongue round his tip several times. He puffed out a harsh breath but never said a word, fingers beginning to weave into your hair with a softness you were unfamiliar with. Surrounding the tip with your lips as you slowly sunk the head into your waiting mouth. Giving kitten links to the underside again as you sucked on his tip for a moment. Yoongis breath was heavy, you could tell by his chest moving, half lidded eyes looking down at you as you took more of him in slowly. Tongue still licking everywhere you could. Your other hand still positioned on his thigh as you rubbed small circles in it with your thumb.

Starting to take him deeper in your mouth and pulling him back out for breath had him seeing double. His vision was blurred as he could feel your heavenly lips wrap around his strained cock, precum and spit starting to pool at the corners of your mouth; threatening to spill as you bobbed your head back and forth on his dick. Setting up a rhythm you plunged him in deep so your nose touched his abdomen and he threw his head back with a grunt; gritting his teeth.

"Uh, fuck. Your mouth is so good" He whispered into the air.

'I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven, I'm such a fool to pay this price'

Your mouth worked on him as well as it could. You would take a lot of him in and proceed to gag which made him grunt. As your hand began to work at the base of his shaft. Giving him your all. Making up for lost time.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." He hissed. His hands in spearing through your hair as his thumbs rubbed at your scalp.

"I should've kept my hands to myself... Always impatient." He chuckled menacingly to himself; shaking his head.

Your breath was heaving as you pulled back from him. Hands gripping his thighs tight as you looked up at the man towering above you.

"What do you say, will you let me fuck your mouth like a good pet?" He asked, hands still in your hair.

"Make me cum, then it's your turn? How about it, kitten?"

No hesitation in your eyes as you gazed up at him as if he had hand painted all of the stars in the sky. You nodded profusely and he grinned at you; swiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

"Good girl, remember your safe signal?" He asked, almost sweet in his tone.

You tapped the back of his thigh 3 times with your finger and he nodded. Feathering his fingers through your hair again, your hand still at the base of his dick lining him up to your waiting mouth. You gave him the go ahead as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth at first. Finally in your mouth his hands speared through your hair behind your ears to hold you still as he began to move his hips back and forth. You had done this before. Let him do this. But this time was so raw and so needy you honestly couldn't fathom how much you needed this. And it wasn't even your turn. He began to set up a rhythm working his length deeper with every thrust; starting to make you gag as you tried your best to relax. He breathed in sharply, his head thrown back as he pumped in and out. His shaft gliding smoothly across your tongue and beginning to slip down your throat as you sputtered around him. Hands firmly gripping the back of his thighs, the same way he was gripping your hair.

"Fuck, fuck. Your mouth. Kills me." He mumbled to himself; thinking you couldn't hear.

You looked up at him, a picture of bliss. Arms locked in place, keeping you still as he slid in and out of your mouth, picking up speed now. The veins in his neck; protruding under a velvet blanket of Frosted skin. Teeth gritted and brows furrowed. He looked down to see you already watching him. To this he groaned deep within his chest at the sight of you so willing and ready for him. Setting his nerves alight he could feel his orgasm approaching. Gripping your hair even tighter as he gave you a moment to breath before jackhammering into your mouth with a low whine.

"Fuck. Holy shit." He whispered before you felt his cock twitch deep in your throat and thick ropes of cum travel down it as he came; hips jerking at weird angles as you noticed sweat beading across his neck and collarbones; reaching up to his hairline.

After he had composed himself he pulled out of your mouth and you swallowed everything still left in your mouth before opening your mouth to show it was empty. He ran a solid hand through his own hair before he pulled you to your feet; planting a heavy kiss to your lips as he walked you back towards the bed. Practically pushing you back on it with a soft bounce. He suddenly rounded to the other side of the hotel room rummaging through a suitcase. Soon returning with several black ties in hand. Giving you a knowing smirk. You felt your stomach sink at the memory of your last adventure with this man. In this hotel room. With those ties. But judging by the look on his face and the fact his previously lifeless cock had begun to spring to life again; you knew it was different.

'I found a martyr, he told me that I'd never'

He began to move you up the bed to where he saw fit. Nodding when he had got you where he wanted. Straddling your waist he grabbed an arm tying the tie around your wrist to then loop it around the headboard. He soon did the same to the other one. Then finally you saw him gazing down at you from above before he slipped a soft silk tie over your eyes fastening it behind your head. Everything went black, but you could hear him; feel him. All around you. Feeling weight either side of your head you suddenly felt breath over your nipple; squirming at the sensation and your clothed pussy clenching around nothing. You felt him kitten lock his way along your breast before landing an unexpected bite against your neck, causing you to pull against the restraints with a sharp intake of breath.

"Remember your safe word, kitten?" He whispered in your ear.

You nodded. "Seesaw."

He sat back on his heels; still straddling you. Crossing his arms with a nod.

"Why is it Seesaw, again?" You ask, a grin sliding onto your face.

He chuckled at this before you felt weight lifted from the bed. You skin crawling with goosebumps as you waited with anticipation. Suddenly feeling deft fingers pulling your leggings and panties down in one swift movement. A beat of silence. Feeling like forever until you felt the same fingers, calloused but oh so soft against the skin of your collarbone.

"You don't remember?" He whispered into the darkness.

You shook your head no as your body began to squirm. Feeling his finger trail delicately down to your chest, followed by his other pointer finger on his left. Circling your nipples in precise motions. You sucked in a breath and your back arched as you felt him blow cool air onto the perking bud.

"Oh kitten, it was the bar where we first met" You could hear the smirk evident in his voice as his fingers trailed underneath the curve of your breasts.

"The night I took you home and ate you so good you nearly passed out." A dry chuckle left his lips at the gasp that left your own.

He began to drag his sturdy fingers slowly; tantalisingly, in soft motions towards your belly button where he would branch out with delicate touch; placing more fingers on your skin as they circled your hipbones. Finally sloping down to your thighs where his grip became firm and he pryed your legs apart to expose you to him. Heat flashing across your face as you whimpered at the action. Oh god. The things he made you feel. You felt electricity surge through your body, bouncing off your bones as you heard him hum.

"Mmmm. So wet, just from sucking my cock, kitten?"

You bit your lip with a whine; nodding profusely. Blush creeping across your cheeks. He seemed to like this as you heard a deep rumbled in his chest in approval. You could feel the bed dip slightly due to transferred weight. Right between your legs. Shit. If only you could see him. What was he doing? Was he pleased? Oh fuck, you didn't shave your le- your thoughts were far removed as you felt lips across the inside of your thigh; just above your knee.

"Shit, I can't wait to taste you." He whispered; sending cool air rushing up to your core.

Feeling his lips drag effortlessly along your thigh to where you wanted him most; needed him. He was tender; savouring the moment. He had missed this, giving you what you wanted. Watching you underneath him. Tasting you; devouring you. That's why he was so quick to cum the first time around. Too excited by the thought of having you again he had started to touch himself in the shower. Thinking of your soft, sweet body; Bending to his every whim. Your mouth stuffed full of his cock. Your enticing wet pussy that always made you blush at the sounds it would make, as he would fuck you. Hard and rough. He groaned at the thought before his face was level with your heat. Soft breaths that made your body wriggle; desperate to escape and want more; all at once. He hooked your knees over his elbows as he held your legs down. blowing against your exposed clit and watching your pussy clench around nothing; glistening with your essence he hungered for.

'With his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs'

"Mmmm. Sweet pussy baby girl." He kissed the apex of your thigh watching you writhe against the restraints. He hadn't even started yet. You were in for a long night.

You didn't seem to notice the name at first. It wasn't what he had called you any of the times before. But as the air thinned out around you; feeling the silence weighted around the room like a thick curtain and nothing was corrected, it almost felt affectionate; coming from his sinful lips that had just attached themselves to your-

"Fuck." Your breath caught as you threw your head back against the mattress.

Feeling lips suckling against your clit with vigor. He knew what you liked and knew how to get you where he wanted you. His tongue began lapping at your clit as his lips sucked where they could. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to pull against the restraints; your legs restless as the odd whimper left parted lips. His eyes although you couldn't see him, were focused on you. Watching every bite of your lip, every salacious moan or whimper; every gasp. You began rocking your hips in a rhythm against his tongue and he moaned at the pressure you posed against him. Trying to feel some friction as his throbbing cock had sprung to life from your first whimper; sandwiched between his abdomen and the mattress.

"God, this pussy is so good." He moaned; muffled by your legs trying so hard to clamp around his head as he continued his ministrations.

Soon enough you could feel the familiar rope spread throughout your body, begin to coil; tight as a spring before you felt a nip to your clit and you unravelled underneath him. Feeling weightless and weighted all at once. Stars beneath the blanket of the silk tie; delicate against your eyes. Head thrashing around as arms pulled with all their might against the restraints. Your back arched as you moaned loudly; legs starting to shake at the force of your orgasm. But that wasn't the end. He flicked his tongue against your swollen clit with more intent. Determined to push you through another orgasm before he even started using his fingers. God his fingers. Your lower body began to lift off the bed as his grip on your legs only got tighter.

"Fuck, fuck Yoongi. Oh my fucking g-"

You heard an animalistic growl as you felt another nip to your clit; yelping at the sudden spark of pain amongst your pleasure.

"Sir. Stick to the rules." He punctuated with a slap to your clit. Back arching for a moment as you felt a pulse throughout your body.

"Or I'll keep biting." He mumbled the last part.

You pouted. "Yes sir." You could feel your orgasm beginning to ebb away as he took longer to return to your clit.

You whined and you felt breath on your clit again as he chuckled. Although your predicament was purely casual. Wanting to get off essentially was your main goal. Neither of you ever rushed. Enjoying one another's company. Feeling his slick, swift tongue dancing along your clit again you moaned; trying so hard to keep quiet out of respect for neighbours as you tried resting your mouth against your arm to muffle your high pitched moans. His tongue retracted until you felt the tip of his tongue tease the edge of your entrance before dipping his tonulgue in for a moment. Your hips bolted you forward at the intrusion before settling back down on the bed. His tongue running up and down from your entrance to your clit in long strokes. Quickly settling his tongue back against your throbbing clit. You yelped as he applied more pressure.

"Fuck, I love this cunt."

Slurping noises ensued as he dove in deeper. You orgasm building again and again, holding on for dear life. Holding onto your sanity. His tongue swirling around the pulsing bud as you continued your previous rhythm rocking against his face. Your knuckles were turning white at the sheer grip you had on the ties; feeling yourself drift away.

"Fuck, please, yoo-"

He pressed his face even further into your heat as you cried out in pleasure. Tongue flicking mercilessly over your engorged clit. Reaching the summit again to fall all the way down into the abyss. He never let up from you as his tongue lapped at your juices spilling from your entrance. Nerves alight and pulsing throughout your body. A thin layer of sweat was evident against your face, collarbones; the whole of your body. Sweat beaded from his own forehead and he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth as he watched you regain your breath. Stilted in the silence. Only your chest rising and falling as your lungs gasped for air.

He loosened his right arms hold around your leg and brought his fingers forward to your sensitive pussy. Humming to himself as he gathered the Juices on the tip of his fingers and spreading it all over your pussy as it glistened in the dim hotel light. Knowing how much you lost your collective shit over his hands he couldn't help but watch his hands tip toe up to your breast; squeezing the flesh roughly in his hand before slinking it over to massage your neck for a second. Only to grab it a moment later. Your breath caught quite literally as you could feel the bed move from where he was sitting up. He could feel the pressure against your soft skin and the way your breath constricted; only for a moment as he loosened his grip. His fingers still flush against the skin. His veined hand looked like it belonged around your neck. He thought to himself before sliding his thumb into your mouth again; which you accepted with enthusiasm.

'I found a saviour, I don't think he remembers'

"One more from you, kitten. Then I'll fuck you. Okay?" He hummed.

Your reply was noncommittal as you nodded vehemently; still sucking on his thumb. He looked down at you with a certain adoration. Laying there, naked for him. Tied up and blindfolded. If he'd have thought this would be the case after that first night, he would have laughed. But here you both were.

His fingers began to trace the outline of your entrance; whisper like touches that made you clench around nothing. He began experimentally pushing his long slender middle finger inside you a little; chuckling lowly as you let out a whine. Your pussy trying to suck him in further. Wanting to feel him. All of him.

"Sir. Please." You murmured, legs that were now free from his grasp allowing you to rotate your hips.

He wanted to tease. God. He wanted to tease you until the sun came up. But he was desperate and so were you. He removed his finger earning a cry from you. Until he slid in two fingers to your shock and set a brutal pace. Feeling those godly fingers of his curl into you. Moulding you perfectly to him. Tapping against that sweet spot inside. He used his other hand to press your hips to the bed; preventing movement as you felt a touch of sensitivity kicking in. But you put it to the back of your mind; focussing on the way his fingers were drilling into you at an inhuman pace now.

Your senses heightened due to his silk tie that blocked your view. Oh how you wished you could watch his fingers sliding in and out of you like you had done countless times before. Acquiring quite the affinity with the mans hands. Pale, veiny; strong in their ability to hold you but soft when he caressed your cheek, wiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth or the pad of his thumb sweeping away tears from overstimulation. God you loved them.

"Fuck. I'm so close." You cried out, to someone. Anyone who could hear you as he continued his ministrations.

"Yeah? The slut loves my fingers doesn't she?" Yoongi spat; his voice laced with venom.

"Loves my fingers fucking her, huh?"

All you could do was mewl as you could feel your body going into overdrive. Your head slamming against the pillow as you could feel yourself near the edge. Just needing one final push.

"But you love it best when my hand's around your throat. Isn't that right? Slut?"

You hadn't felt his hand move. Too lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Until you felt it grip your throat. Not hard. But just enough. Squeezing when he said slut. Sparks flew and your fingers and toes felt as if they were set to a light simmer. Your body going numb at the feeling and your pussy throbbing as you came. A high pitched moan of his name left your bitten lips as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Body moving in time with your spasming cunt as you began to feel the overstimulation kicking in, rearing its ugly head once more. The pain was excruciating as he continued but the pleasure washed over you again as your entrance continued to clench around his fingers. Silence as a moan caught in your throat. This had to be the biggest orgasm you had ever had. Nerves set alight with matches and turning into a forest fire that exploded like gasoline until it set to a simmer when Yoongi slowed his fingers down ever so slightly. Enamoured by your head thrown back and your mouth in the perfect shape of an O. He would've cum right there, just at the sight of you convulsing beneath him.

"Cause he's off to pay his crimes, and he's got no time for mine'

"Fuck, me." He breathed, shaky breaths too.

Quickly flipping you onto your front, your still tied arms now crossed over one another. Propping your legs up so you were on your knees. A sharp smack to your ass sent you reeling into another sobbing mess. Beginning to plead with him. For something; anything.

Soon enough you felt his hands returning to your hips and ass, caressing them carefully. Your ass flinching at the contact of his lips on your lower back, you could hear a slight slapping sound behind you, assuming he had started to touch himself again. You whimpered at the thought of not being able to watch his veiny hand slide up and down his equally veiny cock. Fuck.

His lips still against your skin as he whispered "I nearly came just like that, watching you cum all over my fingers baby."

There it was again. Baby. Nothing more nothing less. There was a pregnant pause before he sighed, beginning to speak again.

"You're so fucking hot" a groan sounded as the pace of his hand quickened against his length. The slapping sound intensified.

You whimpered, beginning to move your ass up and down, wiggling it at him to invite him in.

"Yoongi, just fuck me already." You whined.

A sharp slap sounded against your ass, reverberating through the room. You winced at the pain, taking in a quick breath before a hand returned to your ass kneading it in his palm.

"Slut is so impatient today. I'll fuck you, don't worry." His words were menacing.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

His hand continued to knead at your reddening cheek before pulling it aside with his thumb, showing your dripping, waiting entrance for him. He almost lost it. Almost. Deciding that you had both waited long enough he lined his throbbing condom clad cock up with your entrance and pushed in with great speed. Hissing at the feeling of your tight wet walls surrounding him.

"Oh god." You managed a strangled whimper into the mattress.

Breath caught in your throat as you could feel his dick beginning to move swiftly inside you. His hips slapping against your ass that was sure to bruise tomorrow, your wrists were aching, your body going numb to every other feeling apart from the feeling of him ploughing into you. Your vision was starry eyed and you hated it. But you loved it. Sobs began to rack through your body as he spanked you once again, sending waves of pain and pleasure through you.

His pace continued as all you could do was lie there with your hands tied, begging for anything he was willing to give you. But also feeling the familiar sting of too much. But it was never too much. You willed your body to continue on. To not give up the ghost yet. You prayed for your body to fight on. To take every thrust he battered into your throbbing, weeping pussy.

The coil you had almost forgotten existed now in the plains of numb, vacant ability to even string a sentence together, began to tighten again, expecting a fraying spent body, not one this eager for your umpteenth orgasm this evening. Your pussy clenched as he continued, hollow groans you imagine him with his head back as he thrusted into you, licking his perfect lips with that sinful tongue. God, he made you crazy.

"Yoongiiiiii, fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, please" your tone indescribable as you panted for breath that escaped you with every thrust as his skin continued to slap against yours.

Suddenly feeling him pull out which almost made you weep but being turned back over onto your back, the tie being ripped from off your head. You were greeted by a furiously sweating Yoongi. Sweat dripping from his dark chocolatey hair just above his eyes. His lips swollen pink from where he had probably been biting on them so much, not to mention when he had used the same lips to devour you not 20 minutes prior. His chest was heaving and lips parted as he gazed at you for a moment.

"I'm seeing that gorgeous face when you cum, no way I'm missing that." He stifled a laugh as he lined himself up with your entrance again after wrapping your legs around his torso.

'They run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets'

Sliding in once more you rattled your wrists against the silk tie restraints as you cocked your head back in pleasure. You let out a high pitch moan, almost exasperated in tone, your back arching up into him before slumping back on the bed in defeat. Yoongi almost reading your mind whilst still thrusting inside of you began to untie the ties that bound your wrists. You thanked heaven for your saving grace. You could run your hands through his hair now, feel his sweaty skin beneath your fingertips. And soon after your hands were free he laced them in his own. This also being new to you. You knew the drill when having sex with him. He laid down the ground rules early on. No kissing. No cuddling. No hand holding. So what he did next really sent you through a loop.

"Fuck I'm close." He sighed before leaning down to kiss you.

His lips were salty, battered and bruised much like your own but you didn't care, you kissed back with all your might as he continued to thrust away inside you. Feeling his cock hit that sweet spot again you mewled, breaking the kiss with your head thrown back.

"Here kitten?" He asked, smirk evident in his voice.

You whimpered with a nod as he continued to thrust in the right place, hitting your spot so deliciously you couldn't help cry out when his pace turned rampant and he held your hips in his bone crushing hands, sure to bruise tomorrow. The punishing pace was set as his hips bucked into you and you tried to grab at anything you could, finding no sturdy comfort in the crisp white hotel sheets beneath you. Your breathing was erratic, you hadn't realised you'd been sweating until now, although not as much as the man above you. You watched in distracted awe at the sweat running down his broad chest, along his stomach and down to where his cock was pummelling into you.

You could feel it again, serious this time. Your orgasm creeping up on you faster than any bullet. Your legs tingled and your toes curled. Your knees felt like they would break and your arms felt detached from the rest of your body. In the last moments you saw him gazing down at you, exasperated, fucked out beyond belief. But smiling. You reached up at the nape of his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his as you succumbed to the pleasure that wreaked havoc throughout your body. A heart wrenching shout came from your lips. In every moment, a glitch of your body as it spasmed with unruly disregard and poor timing. Your pussy clenched repeatedly on his cock while he continued to thrust inside of you.

"Oh fuuuck, I'm coming." He groaned into your neck as he used hard, purposeful thrusts as he came in the condom.

'He's coming down, coming down'

The sweat that accumulated on both your bodies cemented you together for moments after. All pretence and notions suspended as you both caught your breath back. Heaving. Breathing one another in. Soon Yoongi peeled himself off of you and went to remove the condom. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Stars still there. You weren't imagining it in the end. Scraping your hair from off your face as you wiped the sweat from your brow. Soon he returned, bouncing onto the bed next to you, looking up at you in adoration almost. A nervous smile present on his lips as if he didn't just drag you to the 7th layer of hell with him. Or was it heaven? You could never be sure.

You looked over at him with heavy lids, inquisitive look on your face as he swept hair from your shoulder. Looking down at you with that same smile. Before -

"You fancy going on a date, some time?"

NOW Mr Min is usually not my main man but i can't help it, just, shit okay Min Yoongi.

I realise I'm probably going to hell for this but we joon

Hope you guys enjoyed, working on the next installment as we speak 🤪 if you want to be added to a taglist let me know 🥴

Love Always

Mac 🧡💜

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dabiboy · 4 years ago

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Hawks taking a shower and reader enters to "help" him... 😏 you get the idea ~

Just finish this one! Hope you like it 😳😳

[Warnings: NSFW, minors please keep scrolling.]

Author’s note: I recommend listen to Bones by PSM

Shower Time

The day had been long, stressful and getting home was the best relief Hawks could ask for. The only sad thing, was that the apartment was empty and you were not around to be seen. After charging his phone, he saw the six messages you had sent earlier. A mission got in your way, and as a hero you couldn't let that one pass. He could breathe just when you texted back, saying that everything went well and that you were heading home after finishing some paperwork with the police. Keigo smiled at the phone, and left it on the nightstand before stripping off his clothes.

Warm water was now running down his naked body, releasing the tension that his muscles gathered during the day, getting rid of the mud and the sweat, of the dry blood and the stress. He threw his head back, letting the water wash away the entire day, even the way he cracked his neck felt extremely good at that point. He ran his hands through his hair, slowly down to his neck, continuing to his chest and abdomen. Keigo's eyes were closed, and the sound of water filling his ears kept him away from the outside world. He was always paying attention to his surroundings, always feeling what his wings had to say, and it was good to forget about all of that at least for a while. He was so immersed in himself he didn't even hear the door opening.

You walked in, not even calling his name because the sound of the shower replied for him. You made your way to your shared room, and despite being tired as hell when you saw his hero suit laying on the bed a million thoughts ran inside your head. You've been with Keigo long enough, but it was always exciting thinking about him, the image of his naked body covered in water made your body shiver, and you could even feel the heat taking over. Your hero suit joined him on the bed, and you walked towards the bathroom completely naked, not an ounce of shame.

The door was opened slowly, not wanting him to notice you were already there. The big glass was covered in steam, and even in that way it was possible to admire his naked frame, beautiful as always. You watched him for brief seconds, loving the way he ran his hands through his hair, or how he applied some pressure on the sides of his neck to relieve tension.

Your lower lip was trapped between your teeth, and without wasting any more seconds you slowly slipped into the shower. His wings looked majestic, shining thanks to the water, relaxed and it seemed they were not paying attention to what was happening.

You got in between his wings, arms getting under his armpits so your hands could rest on Hawks' chest, it was warm, firm, always welcoming. Keigo smiled, his head turning slightly so he could take a look at you.

''If I were a villain you'd be dead by now'' You teased, kissing the center of his back.

''I had a feeling it was you'' He stated, his hand getting over you so he could held it and press a kiss on it ''Missed you today''

''You never lose huh'' A laugh left your lips ''Same, I couldn't wait to get back to you''

Your voice came out in a whisper as you started kissing his back, electricity was taking over him, since the subtle way your body was touching his wings felt amazing. Slowly and even teasingly, your hands traveled down his body, feeling his abs under your palms, the light hairs that adorned his happy trail, his v-line and his thighs. Honestly it felt way too surreal to be the only one who could have him that way, all for you.

Keigo's chest rose when he got a deep breath, feeling his blood running fast through his body at every single one of your touches. Usually, he was the one in control, he enjoyed being the one in charge, but he also loved to be pampered and covered in affection, just like you were doing now.

He bit his lips when your hands barely touched his semi hard cock, and a drowned moan left his lips. You decided to repeat those actions, just wanting to tease him a bit.

''Looks you're lacking some soap here'' You used the foam that was already on his torso to keep spreading it, even playing with his nipples for brief seconds before keeping your tour on his body.

After a while you moved your hands away, and daringly your fingers were now playing with his wings, preening them, kissing them, anything. And Hawks was moaning lowly at such actions, his wings were one of the most sensitive parts of his body, and right now he was allowing you the permission of playing with them, feel them. You kiss the spot where his skin met his wings, a delicate place that you knew was dainty. The blonde threw his head back for short seconds, loving every single touch.

Keigo turned around, and a huge and sided smile was coated on his face.

''Baby bird's getting cocky?'' He asked, hands on your waist as he looked down your body. Keigo licked his lips and dug his fingers on your skin.

''Fuck, you're so damn gorgeous'' His lips went to your neck, sucking and kissing the area affectionately.

With ease and expertise, he pulled you closer to him his wet body making you feel a cocktail of emotions in less than one second. His large hands wandered all the way of your back to your ass, grabbing it with the exact amount of strength as he pulled you closer again, making you feel his now hard cock against your thighs.

''See what you do?'' Keigo whispered in your ear, nibbling the earlobe teasingly at the same time he squeezed your asscheek firmly ''Making me so fucking hard, is that what you wanted huh?'' The way he purred in your ear made you weak to your knees.

''Keigo...'' You almost pleaded. But pleaded for what? To be kissed? Fucked? For him to stop his teasing game? You had no clue.

''Shh, I've got you'' He whispered again ''Hands on the wall, my angel'' His hand held your face so he could rustle over your lips before kissing you shortly.

Obediently, you did as he said. You turned around over your axis, slowly, letting him have a complete view of your naked body. Keigo's eyes were now darker golden, tantalizing your body and everything you caused on him. How the hell on earth could you be so perfect? A hissing sound left his parted lips when your hands were on the wall, and he could feel his heart pounding against his chest at the time you looked at him over your shoulder, sensually, inviting.

''Stick your ass out for me'' You heard him say as he stood right behind you, looking at your actions ''That's it, angel, just like that'' The way he praised you was always embracing.

Truth was, he was not in a teasing mood. At least, not in that very same second. He used his hands to spare your asscheeks a bit, hissing at the perfect view, the view that made him go feral and loving every time. With one free hand he grabbed his cock, and after pumping it a few times he aligned himself with your slick folds, pushing it in slowly.

The way you moaned echoed in the bathroom, and he joined you shortly after. Keigo cursed under his breath as he pulled out and push in again, the slow motions being almost painful. He rested a hand on your hip, while used the other to lift your thigh, wanting to get even deeper.

His movements were not rough and fast as usual, they were slow, tempting, agonizingly delicious. The way he was stretching you out felt heavenly, and you could never get enough of it.

Seconds seemed to be slower, longer. The time moved completely different whenever you and Keigo were together, it was the perfect synchrony, the perfect addiction, the perfect moment.

Large hands were now holding you by the waist as he kept thrusting in and out, his mouth biting your shoulder and moaning right in your ear. Sweet nothings, praises, dirty words. A carnival of sentences that were sending you to the edge faster by the second. Your hands were holding his, as if it was a way of support, but at the same time it was a way of screaming 'don't let me go, never' and he knew it, he was aware of it and he was showing it to you with the most steaming affection.

Just when you were about to feel heaven with your own senses, Keigo stop his motions and pulled out slowly. 'Turn around' you heard him say, and of course you did.

He didn't even give you time to think when his mouth was attached to your right breast, kissing the sensitive bud with no shame. He repeated his actions with the neglected one, and once he had enough his mouth was all over your belly, making its way down to the place where you needing him the most. Keigo grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder, and his eyes were locked on you. He was dying to see your reactions, every one of them.

He licked your clit one time, then two, and then three. His mouth fell on your wetness in a mouth opened kiss, eating you out as if you were his last and most delightful meal. Your head hit the wall softly, not being caple of keeping your eyes open and look at him, but that's what he wanted. He wanted you to squirm under his touch, under his actions.

But then he did it again. Keigo was sucking on your clit with ease, lapping and sucking it with all the time in the world, and when you were close to reach your high one more time he stopped. And you cursed.

''Keigo, what the-'' He cut you off with a kiss, making you taste yourself on his mouth.

''I want you to look in my eyes when I cum deep,'' He moved to your ear leaving sloppy kisses in your jaw, voice raspy and sensual ''Deep inside you, baby bird'' You could tell he was smiling. ''I want to see the pretty face you make when you cum all over my cock, yeah?'' He sentenced.

He held you by the underside of your thigh once more, sliding inside you so easily you cried out his name as you held tight on his shoulders, fingers slowly playing with the areas of his wings you could reach.

Keigo moaned when you did so, and you felt a fire building up inside you when his starving eyes were locked on yours, so many emotions that you couldn't even describe them.

His thrusts started again, at first slow and painful in a teasing way, but thanks to the way you were looking at him he started to move faster, the lewd sounds of skin against skin, water splashing on your bodies and the bathroom filling the place. Again, time seemed to slow down whenever the intimacy between the two of you was bigger than usual, but you among all of that pleasure you could tell time was moving forwards because his cock twitched inside of you, telling you he was getting close. Same for him, though. Your walls were clamping down on him so deliciously he couldn't feel to get closer and closer every time. Keigo's thrusts became messier, a little bit rough.

The whole time his honey like eyes were on you, and when he frowned his expression you knew he was there. Your nails dug in his skin for brief seconds before moving to his wings, fingers tangled on his feathers. That action made him moan right over your mouth, and thanks to the way you clenched on him, Keigo let go. His expression was so pretty, eyebrows frowned, mouth open and the sweetest souds leaving his mouth as his hot cum was filling you up. He was mesmerized too, all of your facial features sending him to the edge, making his cock twitch inside of you and his heart beating so fast against his chest he thought it could escape at any time.

Keigo's face landed on the crook of your neck as he delicately put your leg on the floor again, you held him close to you, warm water running down the two bodies as he left sloppy kisses on your neck. Both breathings were erratic, but the smiles weren't going to be erased easily.

After some minutes, he gained some distance so he could look at you with a wide and lazy smile.

''Hi'' He laughed

''Hi'' You imitated his actions as your hands were now taking the golden locks away from his forehead ''You look so pretty with wet hair'' You smile, an enamored smile.

''You look pretty all the time'' His smile was enchanted too, and he pressed a kiss on your forehead ''How was your day? I couldn't ask you earlier, since you lady put your hands all over me with no hesitation'' He laughed again.

''Is not like you didn't like it'' You replied with a lifted eyebrow, leaving a kiss on his chin ''Fine, took down some bad guys and did some paperwork, the usual'' You shrugged your shoulders.

''That's my girl'' Keigo said with a smile, pressing his forehead on yours. ''What if,'' This time he pulled away, hands rubbing your shoulders tenderly ''I wash your hair, and then we make some dinner so then we can cuddle the night away?'' His eyes lighted up, just like his smile

''Best plan ever'' You kissed him one more time before hugging him tightly.

Could that man be any more perfect? And when his hands started to wash your hair so skillfully, you knew the answer.

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foenixs · 4 years ago

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okay here’s a request for you!! monsta x (obviously lol) getting all shocked n maybe a lil flustered when the reader is so dominant with them like they weren’t expecting it?? idk it’s not a trope i always like but i’d like to see what you’ll come up with 🥺♥️

Monsta X reaction to You Being Dominant

note: idk if this is what you imagined, but I tried to make it more general, like you are taking control and they get flustered by how much they enjoy it

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

includes- sub!Monsta X x dom!reader (mostly gn), biting, handjobs, blowjob, scratching, shower sex, public play (slight sexual possessiveness), choker, oral (f receiving)

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Shownu

Your mouths move against each other in a wet motion, hands roaming over his body as your thighs keep him seated in his place. As your fingers glide over his neck and settle in his hair, you pull his head back with a rather rough tug. Your teeth graze over the newly exposed skin, biting down every now and then.

He moans out from the unexpected sting, his bulge pressing against your heat.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?”

He averts his gaze, his eyes blinking rapidly as he can’t seem to find the right words. You let your hand glide into his boxers, gripping his shaft firmly, the painfully tight grasp making tears swell in his eyes. His cheeks are a deep red as he tries to calm his breath, unable to get any harder.

“Use me”, he begs you, head emptied of restraints, and who are you to deny such a sweet request.

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Wonho

He sits on the floor of your living room, panting as he calms down from his intense workout. His eyes are closed from exhaustion and his head is too foggy to hear you kneeling down behind him. You let your hands glide over his thighs, squeezing on the sensitive flesh, your mouth nibbling on his sweat covered neck.

You see his eyes shoot open through the mirror; jaw dropped in a wince as you brutally exploit his weak state.

“What- what are you doing?”

“You look so good all red and glistening, I just want a taste of you.”

You pull on his earlobe with your teeth and his eyes turn glassy. His tent is visible through his shorts, his overworked muscles tensing under the lightest touch. His glance pleads you to have mercy on him, but he drops his head back against your shoulder, sinking into your hold as he clearly doesn’t want you to stop.

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Minhyuk

You lower your head onto him, stopping midway to let his length rest in your mouth. He grunts, hand falling into your hair instinctively, but you slap it away, a piercing gaze warning him off.

“I don’t have to touch you but then you have to move!”

You let your nails drag down his torso, teeth biting lightly down on his cock to express your disliking of his demanding tone.

His nipple turns a shade of bright pink as you twirl it between your fingers, your tongue licking a clean stripe up one of his veins.

He tries to jerk his hips into you, but every move is met with a stilling hand on his tight, getting him to calm down and spread wider. His lower lip is trapped between his teeth as he tries to hold in his sounds, embarrassed of how good it felt to be hurt, but no layer of skin could hide the guttural moan that your finger sets free as it circles his rim.

He was a prey trapped in your net and that thought turned him on more than he could have ever imagined.

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Kihyun

“I like the sex we have, but I want more. I want to take control, show you how good I can make you feel.”

He let out a chuckle as your hot breath fanned against his ear, “Go ahead then, but just know I won’t make it easy for you.”

You catch his lips in a kiss, hands moving under his shirt as you tickle his soft skin. You guide him to the bed as your tongues dance around each other, hearts pounding with need.

You pull away, quickly spinning him around, pressing his head into the sheets as you grind your hips against his ass. He let’s out an unexpected moan from the rough motion, his hand shooting up to his mouth to muffle any further sounds. Grabbing his wrists, you pull his hands behind his back, snapping the handcuffs in place, which you had carefully hid underneath the blanket.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand tall as you grab onto his ass, kneading his cheeks through the fabric of his jeans.

“That wasn’t too hard now, was it.”

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Hyungwon

Your hands rinse the foam off his body, gliding down his arms and back to clean up every inch of skin. You lean your body against him, pressing him into the wall, your eyes set on his face as it contorts in pleasure when your hands find his cock. He was never this submissive, planting his hands on the wall so you could do whatever you wanted to, but the hot steam turned his mind into mush, making him weak and dumb under you.

His cheeks match the water in heat as your knee rests between his thighs to push them apart.

“Look at me baby. Show me how beautiful I can make you look.”

He tries to meet your gaze but fails, too shy to look you in the eyes as the pleasure rushes through him like an electric shock. You rub your thumb over his tip, raising his chin with your pointer finger to see his tired eyes and the drool that slipped through his plump lips.

The force of your thigh intensifies as he’s unable to hold himself up anymore, your body becoming his only support.

He is too far gone to notice his cum decorating his torso, but when you carry him to your shared bed, he musters the courage to tell you to do that again.

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Jooheon

His big eyes pop out as he jolts his head to look at you. Your hand had slipped beneath the waist band of his sweatpants as you were watching a movie with him and his members. The heat rushes to his cheeks and he shakily grips onto your wrist, mouthing to you what you were doing.

“My hands are cold baby, will you let me heat them up?”, you whisper onto his lips as you lean into him.

“B-... but the members- they- they are right here…” His words broke through stuttered gasps, his body tensing up to control the rush of emotions.

“You’re mine, remember? I can take you whenever and wherever I want.”

Diverting his attention back onto the screen he tries his hardest to forget about the pleasure, the embarrassment of getting caught fuelling his commitment to stay focused. But the way you took control of him, used him, fogged up his brain, his cock throbbing in your hold.

You watch his expression as it tenses and relaxes as you slowly jerk him off, making him fall apart in the presence of all of his members.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Changkyun

He was rummaging through your closet, trying to find a replacement for the t shirt that you had spilled soup on, when a box fell into his hands, the cover dropping to the floor. His eyes almost fell out of his head when saw the contents of the carton, gulping down a surprised gasp to not alert you of his findings. He quickly puts the box back in its place, running to get you the clean shirt.

You look his blushing figure up and down, noticing an accessory that wasn’t there before. A black choker decorated his neck, making his veins pop. You hook your finger under the band, pulling him towards you till his face is right in front of yours.

“You shouldn’t take things that aren’t yours.”

Your stern tone made him tremble, his knees caving in as every word rushed right to his crotch. Before he knew it, his face was buried in your heat, cock leaking onto the floor as you used his hair to guide his every move.

He’d never admit it, but he had been dreaming of this moment since the day he met you.

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remmushound · 4 years ago

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Bay/rise 25!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @selfindulgenz

“COWABUNGA!”

That simple cry was all it took for the mutants and the soldiers they were locked in combat with to stop fighting. Their eyes searched a short while until they saw four more figures jumping from the rafters armed with sai, nunchaku, Bo, and odachi.

“My beautiful experiments!” Draxum gasped, then tossed Raph and Donnie aside like toys he was bored with.

The four mix-matched ninjas landed in a semi-decent formation, more for drama than any useful fighting technique. Cassandra saw Leo’s bewildered expression and took advantage of it to smack him over the head with the wooden part of her weapon before flipping away.

“Ah— what are you doing here?” Leo growled and rubbed his head.

“Saving you guys!” Leonardo shot back out of impulse, then quickly withdrew with a softer, “Uh— I— I think?”

“Draxum!”

Michelangelo squeaked and ran over to hug the yokai. Draxum grunted at the tight squeeze and his expression turned into a shamefaced, almost haunting look. He didn't seem to know what to do, not returning the hug but not quite pushing the box turtle away either.

“How’d you get here? You came to help us! Oh! I knew you would!” Michelangelo nuzzled into Draxum’s chest.

“Drax, daaaaaamn.” Leonardo whistled. “Looking Fine ~”

“Where’d you get the cool armor Drax?” Raphael asked excitedly.

“And more importantly, are they still producing them?” Donatello poked out from behind Raphael, “because I am interested!”

“I…” Baron Draxum brought his hands carefully to Michelangelo’s carapace, looking around at the gallery of other turtles and then to Cassandra who looked on with an almost heartbroken expression. Baron then snapped his attention back to Michelangelo, pulling his lips back in a snarl. “Don’t you dare touch me, vile traitor!”

Michelangelo looked up at Baron with wide, confused eyes. Draxum didn't let himself witness the sadness and heartbreak in them as he tossed Michelangelo hard.

“MIKEY!” The rise brothers all cried out at once.

Michelangelo didn't try to catch himself. He let the impact come full force. The crack of his carapace against stone almost seemed to break Draxum’s heart in two, but he didn’t let it show. His face remained stagnant.

“Now fight, worthless terrapins! Like I made you for!”

“Draxum…?” Michelangelo’s voice was softer than a whisper, mixed with a sniffle as tears fell from his eyes and trailed down his beak. For a few seconds of shock shared between all present, the only sound was heavy breathing and the steady trickle of tears as they fell to the cold stone.

The sound that broke the silence was a roar of pure rage as Raphael brought his fist down hard on Baron Draxum’s cheek and sent the yokai slamming into the far wall, leaving an indent where his body had collided. Draxum, stunned by the blow, could only watch in mounting horror as the snapping turtle roared once more, not unlike a dinosaur from an old movie. His eyes were glossed over white, frothy foam flying out of his mouth as his breaths came heavy and labored. Raphael dug his feet into the floor for a second before charging Draxum at an incredible speed.

Cassandra gasped. “Master!”

She was on Raphael’s trail the minute he started to charge. Her mind worked faster than a bumble bee, locking onto the bandages wrapped around the turtle's shell and remembering the damage her master had done to him. She angled her naginata to strike him in that same area for optimal damage, but her blade was intercepted by another.

“I got your back, Raph!” Leonardo locked his odachi with her bent naginats so neither of them could go anywhere.

Raph tried to charge back into the fray.

“Wait.” Leo held out his arm to stop Raph, “I wanna see something…”

Raph and Donnie reluctantly stood by their leader and watched the other turtles as they took on the yokai and the human general. Draxum overcame his shock in just enough time to launch himself out of Raphael’s war path. He didn't dare try to take on the snapper in his state— not hand-to-hand anyway. He grabbed the snapper’s legs with his vines to try and hold him back, but they were little more than a nuisance to Raphael who snapped them with ease.

Cassandra finally broke free of the stalemate with Leonardo by dropping suddenly and trying to ankle-swipe, but Leonardo was ready for her and flipped away into a quick recovery.

“Dang girl! You should totally join a circus!”

Leonardo ducked as Cassandra tried to swing at him, dodging the speeding attack with a slide that came natural to him. He turned his duck into a charge, slamming hard into Cassandra’s stomach to knock her off balance before speeding away from her attempted counterattack.

“You’d be great at the trapeze!”

Cassandra chased after him, trying to corral him into a corner. Leonardo didn't dare stop once he got his momentum going, and when it came time for what should have been an impact, he jumped and flipped off the wall, completely missing Cassandra. Unable to stop in time, Cassandra hit the wall rather hard. Leonardo already knew what was going to happen when he landed, and so he prepared for the ouch as his feet slid out from under him and he slammed into the hard stone.

“Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!” He scrambled to his feet and sped away.

Leo whistled. “Good move on his part. Could improve his landing though.” Some small part of him simmered with jealousy at how easy the slider could manage the soldier that Leo himself could barely land a hit on.

When Cassandra shook off her mistake, she did just as Leonardo had expected and reared her weapon into the air while shouting, “You dare make a mockery of the Foot Clan?!”

Her question gave Donatello enough time to swoop past, while Cassandra’s eyes were still locked in a bloodlust against Leonardo, and he snatched the mystic orb from her belt.

“I’ll take that!”

Cassandra had to do a double take to figure out what had happened before she growled and changed her target to charge at Donatello.

“GIVE THAT BACK!”

Donatello was fast, but not as fast as Leonardo. The slider did a wide turn and zoomed past to side-check Cassandra and make her slip before she could reach his brother. Leonardo snatched the orb from Donatello, circling the warehouse once more.

“HEADS UP!”

He tossed the ball up to the platform where April watched, and the kunoichi dove to catch the speeding artifact, ignoring the pain still radiating through her as it landed safely in her hands.

Donatello was handling Cassandra okay enough, and so Leonardo's next target was his youngest brother.

“Miguel! We could really use your help out here!”

Michelangelo hadn’t moved from his stunned position, his eyes still glazed over with tears. “Draxum…”

Leonardo gave a nervous whine, his eyes shooting every which way to take in the current situation before he grabbed his brother’s hands and yanked him up, forcing him into focus.

“Come on, Mike, you know drill! Let’s knock that renegade out the rafters!”

Leonardo spun quick circles; he gripped Michelangelo hard as his brother's feet left the ground. Leonardo couldn’t get nearly as much force into the toss as Raphael could whenever they played the brother ball technique, so he had to rely on pure speed and luck. And he was the luckiest one out there! Leonardo went through the calculations in his mind, humming the countdown in Spanish until he got to uno and let Michelangelo fly.

“DON! BROTHER BALL!”

Draxum was too focused on the snapping Raphael to notice the speedball headed his way. His hooves found footing easily on the rafters, dancing between the beams with a perfect balance as he angled attacks downward. Michelangelo slammed into Draxum’s back with a solid clang of keratin and metal that sent both falling.

Donatello broke from his spar with Cassandra and ran forward for the recovery, holding the wooden staff high. Michelangelo popped out of his shell when the time was right and grabbed a hold of the staff, Donatello lifting him safely away from impacting the ground. Draxum, however, landed full force.

“Nice save, Don!” Leonardo whistled as he sped past, readying himself to jump right back into the battle.

Draxum knew when to call it quits, and now was the time. His vines pulled from the ground and created a pink rift, which he promptly grabbed Cassandra and heaved her through. Raphael attempted one last charge, but Draxum was already gone and so was the portal.

#BROTHER BALL #Michelangelo is heartbroken #writing this had me in tears 😭#hope you enjoy!!

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seokra · 4 years ago

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IF YOU LET ME...|PART 8 (JJK)

Series: If You Let Me

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mostly Fluffy, Angst, Smut (very little), Mutual Pining

Word Count: 3710

WARNINGS: Masturbation, nipple play, rabbit vibrator, (I think that’s it...)

A/N: This one is a long one! Let me know what you think!

You get better as the weeks pass. You’ve returned to work and Jimin is happy to see you doing well. Hoseok still tries to contact you, but you ignore him every time. You’ve avoided outings where you knew he’d be present. Sure, it sucks that your friendship is now ruined, but you’re finally valuing your own worth and happiness. He never deserved your time or feelings.

You decided to make a change with yourself, starting with your hair. Jimin was getting his hair toned one day, so you decided to accompany him and chop off your long locks. You’re now sporting a bob that ends right beneath your chin. You even bleached the bottom half of your hair, making you look less sweet.

Jungkook is coming over for your weekly movie night. He hasn’t seen your hair yet, so when he walks in with a grocery bag of snacks, he’s stopped in his tracks at the sight of you.

“Y-you changed your hair!”

“I did,” you smirked.

He stays planted by the entrance of your living room, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“What? Does it look bad or something?” you question, nervously pulling back strands of your hair behind your ears, flashing the platinum blonde layers.

“N-no! I-It looks great! You look great,” he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck as he finally steps into your living room. He places the bag onto your coffee table and sits down on the couch next to you. You lean forward when you spot your favorite bag of chips, grabbing it.

“So what kind of movie are you in the mood for tonight?” you ask him as you scroll through the options. “Christmas movies?” when he doesn’t answer, you glance at him from your peripheral and see that he’s still staring at your hair.

“You okay, Jungkookie?” you ask, turning to face him.

He blinks a couple times before shaking his head. “Yeah, sorry… it’s just… you’ve always had your hair long… this is different…” he answers, cheeks turning a deep rose color.

“Different in a good way?”

“Yeah, of course!”

“Thanks, Jungkookie,” you chuckle. “So, what should we watch tonight?”

“Oh, uh… how about we binge the Harry Potter stories? You’re giving me Narcissa Malfoy vibes,” he shyly grins.

“All of the movies?” you quirk your eyebrow at him.

“Why not?” he shrugs.

“But it’s already 7:00 at night… It’s a 20 hour marathon…”

“And?”

“It’s thursday…”

“And?”

“We still have to work tomorrow…”

“So, we’ll play hookie,” he shrugs. You scoff and punch him in the arm. “Ow! Okay! Okay! We can watch something else… You’ve got a strong arm, Y/N!” He winces as he massages the area you just hit.

You smile triumphantly as you stuff a couple of chips into your mouth. You scroll through and land on a Netflix Christmas special.

Half way through the movie, you position yourself facing Jungkook.

“So, I’d like to start working out,” you state.

“Oh? Does this have something to do with your “post-breakup” makeover, or something?” He teases.

You roll your eyes and shove him by the shoulder. “No! I just… haven’t been taking care of my health, and I want to change that.”

Jungkook nods at your words.

“I don’t know where to start… and I know you work out all the time...” you nervously ramble. Jungkook just stares at you, waiting for you to finish your thought. “Could you, maybe, wanna be my workout partner? You know, help me out with my form and find what exercises suit me best?” you propose.

Jungkook brings his hand up to his chin, furrowing his eyebrows as he thinks it over. “Sure. I can help you out,” he finally answers with a nod of his head.

“Oh, thank you, Jungkookie!” You squeal as you jump and capture him in a hug. “You’re the bestest friend, you know that?”

“Ha, yeah… It’s no problem, Y/N,” he rubs the back of his neck, eyes casted down on his lap.

When the movie ends, you stand up and stretch your limbs with a yawn.

Jungkook moves to stand up as well.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow after work?” he asks you.

“For what?” you question back in confusion.

“To workout?”

“Oh! Yeah! Right! Already?”

“Yeah, why not?” He chuckles at you.

“Okay,” you huff.

The next day, you meet Jungkook at his gym. He had texted you the address earlier in the day and you made your way over there as soon as you left work. Jungkook gave you his free guest pass to use and showed you to the women’s locker room. You quickly changed into a pair of mint green athletic leggings and matching sports bra and tank top you had purchased over your lunch break. You change from your heels into your black Nike runners, and throw your hair up into a messy bun.

When you emerge from the locker room you accidentally bump into Jungkook.

“Oh, sorry-” Your jaw drops when you take in the sight of him. His long locks are tied up into a ponytail, putting his undercut on full display. Short strands of baby hair that didn’t reach his hair tie fall over his forehead, framing his face. He has on a cut off white tee, exposing his muscular arms and tattooed sleeve, and a pair of plain grey sweatpants. You couldn’t help but stare. You knew the boy was ripped with how he never misses a day at the gym, but you would have never guessed he looked this good.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you teasingly.

You finally break your eyes from him, trying your best to hide the flush on your cheeks, but Jungkook notices and lowly chuckles to himself.

“C’mon, let’s start with stretching,” he says as he gently tugs on your arm, guiding you to an area of foam mats.

Jungkook guides you through the stretches, making sure you’re properly warming up your muscles. He isn’t shy with the way his hands naturally grab your hips or press on your back to help position you correctly. You’d be lying if you said your heart rate didn’t accelerate whenever you felt the heat of his hands on you, but you’re also quick to push the unfamiliar feeling away. You and Jungkook have cuddled many times before and you’ve never felt this little spark in your chest, so why is this any different? Maybe it was because you haven’t been intimately touched by a man in a while, you sum up.

After stretching and a few warm up exercises, he has you do cardio on the treadmill until you’re out of breath with sweat dripping from your face. He hands you his water bottle and you chug all of its contents, making him laugh a little. Next, he moves you to the weight machines and has you do a couple of reps at each machine, working every inch of your body. Once you’ve finished, he makes sure to help you stretch out the muscles you’ve utilized. As you’re stretching, you catch sight of a petite woman, occupying one of the punching bags. The way she punches and kicks the bag with such vigor and force amazes you. Who would have thought someone so small had that much power in them?

“Would you like to try that?” Jungkook asks, breaking you from your reverie.

“You box, too?” you question.

“It’s part of my workout routine,” he confirms, shrugging.

“Could you teach me?”

“Of course,” he gently grins.

You take the moment to admire his features that are usually covered by his hair, like his cheek bones and his strong brows. You don’t notice that Jungkook was staring at you, too until he looks away, cheeks a tint darker than normal. He stands up and lends you a hand, helping you to your feet as well.

“Did you wanna shower in the locker room, or did you want to wait until you get home?” he asks.

“I didn’t bring any spare clothes besides these and my work clothes,” you inform him.

“That’s fine. I was just going to see if you wanted to grab some food before we head home. I didn’t know if you wanted to shower first.”

“We can do that. I’m actually starving, now that I think about it,” you sheepishly chuckle.

“Alright, grab your belongings and meet me by the door. I know a place down the street with the best ramen,” he grins.

When you exit the locker room, Jungkook is already waiting by the front doors, duffle bag slung over one shoulder. His hair is still tied up, but he’s covered his arms with a grey sweater matching his pants. He’s concentrating on something on his phone, eyebrows pulled together when you walk up to him.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hey, ready to go?”

You nod your head in confirmation and the two of you head out of the gym.

When you enter the noodle shop, you notice that it’s quite small but the ambience is very cozy and comfortable. There are only four square top tables in the dining area and three of them are currently occupied, so Jungkook pulls you towards the only open table, pulling out a chair motioning you to sit down.

“Sit here, I’ll go and order,” he tells you.

As he walks away, you pull out your phone. You have three new messages from Hoseok. You sigh with a roll of your eyes as you place your phone back into your purse. Jungkook returns with two bottles of soju, two shot glasses, and two water bottles.

“Soju?” you question, cocking your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, why not? It is Friday night,” he shrugs, flashing his adorable bunny smile.

You just smile and shake your head in return. He grabs one of the green bottles and pours a shot for both of you. You bow your head in thanks as you accept the shot, holding it up and he follows suit.

“To new beginnings,” you say.

“To new beginnings.”

As you set down the empty glass, a petite, old lady comes by, setting down a bowl of kimchi and a plate of grilled pork belly on the table. She then places a bowl of ramen in front of you.

“Oh, thank you,” you say with a bow of your head.

She gives you a warm smile before placing another bowl in front of Jungkook.

“Jungkook-ssi, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend! Aigooo… She’s beautiful!” the old lady comments as she looks between the two of you.

Your eyes widen and a blush paints over your features as you look at Jungkook. His features mirror yours as he starts to correct her, “oh, uh, actu-”

“My goodness, where are my manners! I’ll let you two enjoy your meal in peace, and don’t worry about paying, this meal is on the house,” she states with a wave of her hand as she walks away, but not before shooting Jungkook a wink which has him shrinking in his seat from embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook is quick to apologize.

“It’s fine, Jungkookie,” you giggle at his state.

You go to take the first bite of your ramen and your eyes immediately bulge out of your sockets. “Oh my god, this is so good!” you exclaim with a mouthful of noodles.

Jungkook laughs at your reaction. “I know, right? Here, try it with some kimchi,” he states as he places a few pieces of kimchi into your bowl. You dig in as he watches you. You hum in satisfaction at the flavors and Jungkook grins.

After you’ve both finished your ramen, the old lady returns to collect the empty bowls.

“How was it?” she asks.

“Oh, it was delicious! Thank you, ma’am!,” you answer with a bright smile.

“Oh, I’m glad you enjoyed it! And please, call me auntie,” she smiles back.

You bow back in appreciation and she walks away. Jungkook begins to fill the shot glasses with soju and hands you one.

“How about we play a game?” Jungkook proposes.

“Hmm… what about truth or dare?” you challenge.

“Bet.”

“Okay, I’ll start, since I’m older,” you excitedly say. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hmm… “ You start looking around the shop and spot a table of young girls. “I dare you to try and get one of those girls’ numbers.”

“Which one?”

You look back at the table and pick the one that isn’t too engaged in the conversation, just sitting quietly, smiling at whatever her friends are saying. You watch as Jungkook gets up and makes his way towards the table. The girls immediately stop talking and stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous man walking towards them. Jungkook casually places a hand on their table and leans closer to the girl you picked out. You watch as he flashes his dazzling smirk of his, making the girl blush profusely. She locks eyes with you nervously, making you quickly turn around. Jungkook returns to your table shortly after, plopping down onto his chair.

“So? Did you get it?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No. She told me she doesn’t think my girlfriend would appreciate me flirting with her and sent me back,” he rolls his eyes playfully, a grin playing on his lips.

“Did you tell her we aren’t together?”

“I tried but she shut me down,” he shrugs.

“Lame. Since you failed at the challenge, you have to drink.”

“What? But I did the dare!” Jungkook exclaims in disbelief.

“Yeah but you didn’t successfully get her number.”

“Fine…” he picks up the shooter and downs the alcohol.

“Alright, your turn.”

“Truth or dare, Y/N?”

“Dare.”

Jungkook scans the room before setting his eyes on a jukebox tucked into the corner of the noodle shop.

“I dare you to go and pick a song from that jukebox over there and start dancing by yourself.”

“What??”

“You heard me.”

“Ugh… alright.”

Jungkook hands you a quarter and you make your way to the jukebox. It’s mostly filled with trot songs, so you select the only one you’re familiar with, which just so happens to be “the Twist”. As the music begins to play, you start to twist your hips and try your best to get lost in the song, making a fool of yourself. Jungkook covers his mouth as he tries to conceal his laughter. Once the song is over, a group of drunk guys sitting at the table closest to the jukebox start clapping and whistling at your performance. You smile and dramatically bow in front of them. You saunter back to your table and smirk at Jungkook.

“Drink up, Jungkookie.” Jungkook just rolls his eyes and slams the shot.

You and Jungkook continue with your game until the second bottle of soju is empty, filling up the last shots of the night.

“Okay, Kookie, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hmmm… How come in the two years I’ve known you, you haven’t had a single girlfriend?”

Taken aback by your question, Jungkook takes a moment to answer. He can’t tell you it’s because you’re the only one he wants to be with, not yet at least. So he shrugs and says, “I don’t know.”

“Oh c’mon… You bring home girls to sleep with every week. You’re telling me none of them seemed good enough to date?” you ask in disbelief.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” he cocks an eyebrow at you.

“I just find it ridiculous that someone as hot as you hasn’t dated anyone in two years!” you exclaim before slapping your hand over your mouth after hearing what you just confessed.

“You think I’m hot?” Jungkook questions, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

You sigh in defeat. “I mean I’d be blind if I didn’t notice how good looking you are, Jungkook,” you answer with a roll of your eyes. Jungkook just shakes his head chuckling at your response.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?”

“....Dare. No! Truth.”

“You sure?”

“Y-yes,” you nervously reply.

Jungkook smirks at you before asking, “Have you ever wanted to sleep with me?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. “I-I…” you pause a moment trying to figure out how to properly answer before quickly grab your shot glass and downing the sweet liquid. Jungkook bursts into laughter at your refusal to answer.

“That’s not fair,” he fake whines, leaning back in his chair crossing his arms dramatically over his chest as a pout sets on his lips.

You smile and shrug at him.

He shakes his head and smiles back.

“Another round?” he asks.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” you chuckle.

“Fair enough. I’ll walk you home.”

You nod your head in response and begin to stand. As the two of you walk towards the door, the auntie waves you guys goodbye.

“Come back soon, kids!” She shouts.

“We will! Thank you, Auntie!” the two of you answer in unison, making her smile.

When you step outside, you shiver a little as the cold wind seeps through your thin jacket.

“Are you cold?”

“I-I’ll be fine,” you answer through clattering teeth.

Jungkook doesn’t listen and digs through his duffle bag for a large hoodie. “Here.”

“No, I’m okay, Jungkook, really.”

“Just wear it, please? You’ll be even colder later on,” Jungkook insists.

Taking the sweater, you begin to pull it over your head. Jungkook looks down and notices that your shoelaces are untied so he crouches down and ties them for you.

“Oh, you didn’t need to-”

“Too, late,” Jungkook interrupts you as he stands up again. “Let’s go?”

You couldn’t find any words so you just nod your head and follow him down the street.

The walk to your apartment isn’t too long. You’re almost there when you think of the brilliant idea of racing the rest of the way. You look at Jungkook with a devilish grin.

“Last one to my apartment has to pay for food and drinks tomorrow,” you challenge. Jungkook barely had enough time to register what you had just said before you’re already sprinting ahead of him.

“Hey! That’s not fair! I wasn't ready!” he shouts after you.

“Too bad!” You yell back, turning around into a backwards jog.

“Y/N! Watch out!”

You furrow your brow and turn around, noticing too late that you’ve just run into traffic. You stare at a pair of headlights coming towards you, the sound of a car horn blaring but it sounds far away. Next thing you knew, Jungkook has slammed into your body pulling you out of traffic. He has you tightly embraced against his chest on the other side of the street. You can feel his heart beating fast against his ribcage. Still stunned you look up at him and he’s glaring at you.

“What were you thinking?!” He scolds you.

“I-I… I don’t know… I-I’m sorry,” you stammer.

“Jesus, you scared me…” he sighs as he hugs you tighter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. J-just startled…” you answer sheepishly. “Th-thank you, Jungkookie,” you softly say.

“Watch where you’re going, girl!” The guy in the car that almost hit you yells out of his car window. You and Jungkook both look over at him.

“Sorry!” you shout back and the man just shakes his head as he drives off.

“C’mon,” Jungkook says, letting go of you, but he grabs your hand dragging you along.

You don’t miss the electricity flowing through your veins from his hand in yours. His hand is significantly larger than yours, you note, but somehow it fits perfectly into your own. His hand is a little calloused but it’s warm and somehow still soft at the same time.

You don’t realize you’ve been staring at your joined hand until Jungkook looks back at you and asks, “Are you coming?”

You break your gaze from your limbs and meet his eyes, cheeks heating up. “I-uh, yeah, sorry,” you reply as you start to walk a little faster to meet his pace.

The two of you walk the rest of the way to your apartment, hand in hand. When you reach the steps to your apartment complex, you turn to face Jungkook.

“Thank you, Jungkook… for everything…”

“Ah, no worries. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Well… I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He stands there just looking at you like he’s waiting for something.

Your eyes travel to your joined hands. “Uh… Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” there’s a glint in his eyes for a quick moment before they glance at his hand still wrapped around yours. He quickly lets go of your hand like it burned him, stuffing both of his hands into the pocket of his sweater. “Ah, sorry…”

You just smile at him. “It’s okay,” you say, turning towards your door. “See you.”

“See you,” he says as he starts to walk away from you.

Jungkook flexes his hand, still feeling the warmth of yours in his. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, remembering how well your hand fit inside of his and how soft it felt against his rough one. On the way to his apartment he thinks about when he’ll be able to hold your hand again.

When you enter your apartment, you kick off your shoes and are immediately reminded of the way Jungkook tied your laces for you. You feel your heart stutter a bit at the memory and shake your head, trying to get rid of this fuzzy feeling blooming in your chest. You head straight to your bathroom for a cool shower, letting it wash off the dried sweat on your body and the heat still lingering beneath your skin from all of the contact from Jungkook. After your shower, you throw on an old oversized t-shirt and lay down on your bed. Your mind goes back to Jungkook’s hands. The way they brushed against your body while you exercised, the way he would grab your waist to help center you, and lastly, the way they felt in yours. You also thought about the way his muscular arms felt engulfing you when he saved you from getting hit by that car. You couldn’t register it at the moment, but you felt safe in them. That fuzzy feeling in your chest started to creep up on you again, so you flip over and bury your face in your pillow and let out a frustrated scream.

“No, it’s just Jungkook. He’s just being a good friend. There’s nothing happening between us,” you say trying to convince yourself. “I just need to get laid…” As you say that, Jungkook’s last question in truth or dare comes back to you. “Have you ever wanted to sleep with me?” Your hands fly up to cover your face as you let out a frustrated sigh. “Fuck.”

You reach over to the drawer of your bedside table and pull out a baby blue rabbit vibrator. You pull up some porn on your phone, trying to concentrate on the video you selected as you circle the vibrating bunny around your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you start to get wetter and wetter. You eventually toss your phone to the side, just listening to the moans of the pornstars as you close your eyes. Your mind wanders to a large tattooed hand running from your throat, down between your breasts, along your stomach, and in between your legs. It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling that familiar coil begin to twist in the pit of your stomach, so you insert the silicone rod of the rabbit into your pussy and start fucking yourself at a steady speed. With each thrust of your wrist, the vibrating bunny hits your clit, making you jolt and whimper. You play with one of your nipples with your free hand as you thrust the vibrator deeper inside of you. Before you know it, your toes are curling and your back arches off of your mattress as your orgasm wracks through your body. You loudly moan out a name as your body shakes from the vibrations of the tiny rabbit still pressed against your clit.

Once you’ve calmed down from your orgasm, you gently pull out the baby blue vibrator, turning it off and throwing it across your bed. You lay there panting, trying to catch your breath. When your mind clears, you finally realize who’s name you moaned out.

Jungkook.

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mattelektras · 3 years ago

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Opinions on what MCU done to Doctor Stranger?

i think the casting is terrible, first off so i find it very hard to say anything nice. and i think they took a lot of what’s problematic and tropey from the comics and.. didn’t do anything to fix it? but that’s a whole other issue. as for like. strange as a character. he’s just not likeable lmao. i think benedict cumberskajsveudkeb makes every character he plays unlikable because he himself has an inherent superiority vibe and whilst comics strange DID start out as an arrogant douche, he learned?? whereas i don’t think mcu strange has. the entire lead up to him crashing his fancy car in his fancy suit just made him so fucking unrelatable. and like i said, there’s a certain element of that which is necessary to strange as a character but idk i think they tried to make it an understandable arrogance or whatever but just missed because very little in the mcu is ever actually ABOUT character.

he treats his love interest like actual shit the entire time, even after he’s had his big magic epiphany. not ONCE was there any chemistry or anything that makes you think there’s any real respect towards her. which is why the what if episode ppl were foaming at the mouth over a week ago or whenever was incredibly funny like. he goes evil because the woman he was horrible to dies??? she had a about 5 lines in the entire film, essentially didn’t matter at all to any of the characters and isn’t a character that’s recognisable as an iconic staple of the franchise? she’s not mary jane or anyone memorable so it’s just very funny that they’re trying to use her death to make this bitch seem even slightly likeable as a character. CLASSIQUE comics girlfriend dying man cries about it situation. he deserved everything bad that happened to him because it was the consequences of his own bullshit so. unfortunately i will not be sympathising

also the progression in his abilities are genuinely laughable like. predictable because dr strange is mighty whitey trope central second only to iron fist but even looking past that. the first time i ever saw him in a movie was in endgame because i didn’t watch dr strange so with his powers i was just like ok i guess he did a lot of work n there was a lot of development in his solo? n then one day it just happened to be on in the background on like. a tv channel w commercial breaks n he just??? doesn’t do shit?????????? one day he’s unshaven and shaking when doing a portal and the next he’s just throwin them around like it’s aperture laboratories??? get outta here w that shit. he’s already an incredibly rich, pretentious, arrogant man and then without changing any of that he can now do magic?? not once was there ever any change in how he thinks of other people as lesser than him or as pawns to further his medical career etc, never did he learn that he’s not all powerful or that there are repercussions to your actions. there’s no GROWTH which makes an initially arrogant character a likeable one. i don’t care for mcu tony stark but i see why people do. he IS likeable, he HAS grown and learned and i see his motivations for wanting to be iron man and a superhero, w strange there just isn’t any of that. he doesn’t particularly like helping people or doing good? or care about the world around him? why would he want to be there on a superhero team???? he doesn’t even have the good sense of being FUNNY in that 12 y/o boy just learned what boobs are mcu humour kind of way. he gets rewarded along the way w the sanctum, the eye of agamotto and the cloak and for doing WHAT exactly

comics strange was a dick, this is a fact but there’s layers to it?? his girlfriend died and he couldn’t help her when he was in med school which soured his outlook on medicine as a whole because he took it as being his fault, same with his parents. so like, already, there’s some kind of a reason for him being the way he is other than. smart rich fancy man thinks he’s better than people because he’s smart fancy and rich

he ended up at the ancient one as a selfish move to fix his hands and wasn’t having any of the mystic shit but one day he saw mordo doing some shady shit and mordo did some shady shit to him magically speaking and thought hm don’t like that and WANTED TO HELPPPPP AND STOP HIM!!! so he stuck around and eventually realised the best way to do that would be via magic and such a big part of him learning that was that he wanted to do so for unselfish reasons. and it took YEARS. he travelled and built relationships with other sorcerers and did good w them and then eventually the avengers. and the sanctum and sorcerer supreme thing was given to him because he earned it and he only ever actually set out to be a mystical consultant, he CHOSE to do the superhero thing off of his own back. it’s just… leagues apart. he’s unrecognisable. even the friendship with wong isn’t there. they’re like mystical matt and foggy but in the mcu i don’t even get friends vibes from them. strange wants a servant and wong tolerates him. where is the heterosexually gay married aura of it all

ANYWAY. i’ve read a fair bit of dr strange stuff and literally not one thing that i like about it was in any second of that movie or at any point since. the commercial breaks were the best bit. capitalism saved me. if it wasn’t an mcu movie people would have criticised it SO much but mouse free pass i guess

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arsonistvoyager · 4 years ago

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My Angel // Anakin Skywalker x Senator!Reader

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary: Meeting your secret lover Anakin after a long day in the Galactic Senate

a/n: A friend of mine suggested I write some Anakin content and I really wanted to because there’s definitely not enough out there and I really wanted to see if I could write for him! She requested some fluff and I’m ALWAYS a slut for fluff lol

Whenever Orn Free Ta started speaking during Senatorial meetings it presented a great challenge to not fall asleep in front of the eyes of thousands of representatives of the republic.

The Twi’lek – though his voice was anything but monotone and boring – had the special talent to take a topic and twist it into a never ending monologue about the glory of the Republic and his important and very necessary role in it. And after he finished one of said monologues you felt like the discussion had been thrown back by at least a day. Not that the Senate ever managed to agree on something in less than a week on an average day of course.

You let your eyes roam the vast building, observing a few of the senators you knew. They landed on the senator of Taanab, slouching in his repulsorpod and to your delight you saw him struggle to keep his eyes open as well.

Ta’s speech would be the last of the day and you were more than eager to leave the senate building and relax in your luxurious apartment on the other side of the district. You cast a quick glance towards Mas Amedda. You knew he had his eyes everywhere and you wanted to make sure nobody noticed as you pulled out a holopad, from one of the pockets of your gown. It blinked continuously, signaling you that you had received several messages during your meeting. One of your perfectly manicured fingers scrolled through all of them before you let out a soft sigh and tucked the device away.

He had told you he would find a com-center in the lower parts of coruscant as soon as he arrived back home to let you know of his arrival. You had checked the pad all day, sneaking a lot of glances at it whenever you could, but you had not received his message yet. It probably meant the mission would take longer and that he would not return today either.

You understood of course. Anakin Skywalker was a Jedi General after all and one of the best in the entire order at that! He had lives to save and evil sith to fight. You felt a little selfish for wanting him to be by your side at all times, but it had been almost a month now since the last time you had seen him in person and almost a week since he had contacted you through a holo-call on one of their bases on Farstine.

“My Angel.” he had said as he lifted his hand to place it where your cheek would have been. And you had closed your eyes and leaned into the holographic touch, pretending to feel the warmth of his actual hand on your skin. The next day you had smiled innocently when the Farstinian Senator had walked past you in the halls.

You missed him and you knew he missed you. You had seen it in his eyes, when you looked at his hologram. Mas Ameddas loud, hard voice interrupted your daydream of Anakins eyes as he called for the end of the meeting. You had not even heard Senator Ta finish his speech but you were more than glad it was over.

Out of politeness you sat still in your seat for a few more seconds until you saw other senators retreat out of the hall and most likely to their hoverlimos. You didn’t even want to imagine the gossip that would spread about you in the upper levels of Coruscant, especially the high society of the city, if you ran out of your repulsorpod and into the arms of your driver to get out as soon as possible.

That was one aspect of the life of a senator you absolutely despised. Every single one of your moves being closely observed and documented for the citizens to see like some sort of reality tv show. The seconds felt like minutes that you sat there unmoving, while you could have spent them in surrounded by bubbles and exotic oils in the sizable whirlpool your apartment provided you with – watching the sun set on Coruscant and the colorful lights of the many buildings that covered it lighting up the ecumenopolis.

Finally you saw Senator Organa stand up and took it as your own polite cue to leave. You tried to make your way through the round halls of your assigned level as fast as you could, avoiding as many people as you could and making sure you said your goodbye’s as quick as you could to make as little unnecessary conversation as possible.

One windy but fortunately very fast ride in your personal hoverlimo later you arrived at the gates of your apartment. While laying your hand on the biometric scan that opened your doors you nodded and smiled at the clones that were guarding your safe haven and they tilted their helmeted heads in response, until you finally rushed inside. Right as you heard the doors shut closed behind you, you felt an imaginary weight fall of your shoulders and sighed heavily, your body slumping visibly. The day had been long and you were pretty sure you did not want to see a single human, nor humanoid species or any other intelligent species the galaxy had to offer for the rest of the evening. “My Angel.”

Well – maybe with one exception.

“I’ve missed you so much.” There he sat, leaned back on your expensive sofa, elbows resting on its back, legs wide apart and planted firmly on the ground. To Grievous’ deepest depths of despair with that relaxing bath. This was much better than being surrounded by bubbles and foam.

Anakin did not even bother standing up when he saw you practically jumping into his arms. “You’re back?” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You told me you would send me a coded message!” “Are you alright? Are you injured? Exhausted?” “Maker am I happy to see you…” “Ani you will not believe the Banthafodder that escaped Orn Free Ta’s lips today!”

You had not even realized you’d been brabbling his ears off until he let out a loud snort and started laughing. Maker how you had missed his wonderful laugh. Or the way he would close his eyes when he did it. Or the way he threw his head back when he was particularly happy.

Before he answered you however he put his gloved hands around your thighs and lifted you out of the awkward position you had landed in and into a much more comfortable position on his lap. You reacted immediately by wrapping your arms around his neck, while he simultaneously wrapped his around your waist.

Finally you leaned your head on the small space between his neck and his chest and sighed once more. “We arrived only an hour ago. I wanted to contact you right away but then Fives and Tup invited me to a drink in 79’s and I thought maybe surprising you would be even better.”

His hands rubbed tenderly on your back as he spoke. “The look on your face when you saw me was priceless.” You lifted your head to look into those gorgeous blue eyes of his that you had fantasized about earlier. They shone bright with joy and happiness. A successful mission you suspected.

You opened your mouth for an answer but instead decided to kiss him. It had been much too long and you could tell he felt the same way because he practically melted in your touch. Both of your lips touching felt like a puzzle piece falling perfectly into its place. You moved yours softly and Anakin responded by tilting his head and doing the same.

Leaning back even further on the couch he pulled your down with him, one of his hands wandering to your hair and gripped your head softly. When you poked out your tongue in between your lips and licked alongside his full ones he groaned quietly into your mouth. An equally quiet giggle escaped your lips, after you felt him tighten his grip around you.

“No 79’s drink in the world is as sweet as your lips, Angel.”, he whispered when the two of you parted your lips. You looked into his eyes once more and saw how much softer they had gotten.

Ahsoka had told you once how she only recognized that look appeared on Anakins eyes exclusively whenever he looked at you and you had blushed at the thought, a small smile gracing your lips before you pressed them together to a thin line. The fear of being caught by the jedi council was ever present and resided deep inside you. You glanced at Ahsoka cautiously before she winked at you and turned away to walk back to the clone troopers. You knew back then that the young padawan would keep your secret safe.

Recounting the memory you smiled to yourself, your eyes focused on Anakins lower lip. Anakin brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes and back into the intricately styled hairstyle you had worn to the senate meeting. “Hey”, he called out. “Are you thinking about another man? I’m the only one that should occupy your thoughts.”

You knew he was joking, but you also knew he could easily get jealous and decided to play along with him. “You’ve caught me. He’s a tall, beautiful, brave hero that has the most beautiful luscious hair in the galaxy.” Your hand reached up to brush through his dark blonde locks before trailing down towards his cheek and he reacted by leaning into your hand, closing his eyes to savor your touch. “Whenever he looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes I get lost in them and wish to never return to the real world again.”

Anakin opened his eyes and again they were shining like diamonds. “His name is Flanakin Smytalker. You’ve probably heard of him he is very famous and adored.” Anakin chuckled and placed his hand over yours. “The name rings a few bells. I obviously have no chance against him.”

He turned your hand over to kiss your palm before wrapping it around his neck again. “Sadly he ran off with another senator.” You sighed dramatically and Anakin grinned widely. “But I think I can make do with the most wonderful jedi in the galaxy.” You leaned your head back onto his chest and closed your eyes, while his lips brushed against your ear delicately.

“And I think I know exactly what we can do for you to forget him. If I recall correctly your thoughts earlier were occupied with nothing but a bubblebath and the sunset of coruscant. Would you mind if I join?”

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a/n: Writing has been extremely fun lately so I think I will try to do it daily for a while! I’ve also thought about taking requests since I’m out of ideas and I would love to hear other peoples! So keep an eye out for an additional post where I may announce that I’ll be taking requests.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #anakin #skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars x you #star wars x reader #swtcw #tcw #reader insert #reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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nenestansunsthings · 5 years ago

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@spectatorspectacul4r i- i wrote a story???? for your art????? that was unfairly cute art, chim! and i hope you know that!

Clef is pulling some shit again.

Kondraki can hear the junior staffers whispering about it in the hallways, knows full well that Bright and Iceberg had pulled the man aside to see if it was true and if he was serious. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little interested himself, even if it was just to see how far Clef would really go.

See, it all started with that cat.

Nobody actually knew where the cat had come from, or who it belonged to, or why it was there. Everyone was pretty goddamn sure it was Clef’s– it wore a silly, flowery boater hat sometimes, for one thing, and it was always hanging around his usual haunts– but whenever they asked him he always said it belonged to someone else. Kondraki had lost track of how many times it had been shoved into his office, with someone saying Clef had told them he owned it. The same went for Gears, Crow, Rights, Bright, Glass– even Roth had been approached by someone who’d been told it was hers, as awkward as that had to have been. It knew the site so well they swore it had an ID card and a map, and every time someone had tried to catch it the cat had always barely managed to slip from their grasp. It wasn’t bad, compared to some of the things they had locked up, but it was weird, and things only got weirder when they couldn’t find anything on it. So it was almost a relief when Clef stopped playing around with them all and just said outright that it was his cat.

Of course, though, it was Clef. So there was no way things would be that easy.

It’s almost fitting that Kondraki hasn’t heard the actual announcement. He’s not even sure if there was one. Clef’s challenge feels like it was meant to be spread only in rumours and whispers, until everyone in the site can’t help but know it.

“I will leave a key on my cat. If one can get the key, then they shall know everything about me.”

Damn, did that spur people to action.

But the cat is fast. Cunning, too, enough that sometimes Kondraki wonders if Clef doesn’t share a mind with it. It dodges and disappears and attacks, when people get too close. It makes people bleed and run, and that’s only if somehow they’d managed to find it in the first place. A few enterprising researchers put up traps and find them dismantled, with a smug cat licking its paws clean just a few feet away. He avoids it where he can. He really doesn’t want to get sucked into this whole cat mess.

Kondraki’s first proper encounter with the cat is in his office.

He walks in and the damned thing is curled up in his swivel chair, eyes closed and tail settled around itself protectively. The hat isn’t on its head today; it’s on his desk, discarded on top of some paperwork he hadn’t finished. It doesn’t move even when he opens the door. He can’t help but notice the slow rise and fall of its chest; is it asleep? Really?

It’d be hilarious if he wasn’t beginning to worry about it trying to kill him if he came too close.

But he’s got to finish something today, or Gears is going to kill him before the cat can, so Kondraki steels himself and closes the door behind him.

“Hey!”

The cat jolts, shooting up so quickly it nearly falls off the chair. It hisses, claws digging into the foam dangerously. Kondraki backs away, holding up his hands in surrender. “Whoa! Don’t- I don’t want any trouble, okay? Don’t bite or anything.”

That doesn’t stop the cat from glaring up at him like he’s going to gut it.

“Just get off,” Kondraki hisses back. “I have work to finish. I don’t want your goddamn key, okay? As much as I’d like to know everything about Clef or whatever he apparently said, I’d prefer to do it alive. Just let me finish signing everything before Gears and Iceberg have my head.”

The cat pauses, its eyes flashing dangerously, before it jumps onto his desk and picks up its hat in its little mouth. It flips the hat onto its head in a single smooth motion before meowing to itself and hopping onto his windowsill next.

“… Damn. Okay.” Kondraki shakes his head, taking his seat and grabbing the unfairly tall stack. He’s got a lot to do today, cat be damned.

When he turns to the windowsill again, almost half an hour later, the cat is gone.

The second time he encounters the cat, it’s in the cafeteria, hat-free and perched on the rafters dangling its tail gleefully down towards a group of interns who’ve made a wobbling stack of chairs to try and reach it. It’s clearly having fun, taking pleasure in their futile attempts with a wide grin as sharp as its owner’s.

Kondraki isn’t taking the same pleasure, because the poor asshole at the top is going to fall off. “What the hell are you idiots doing?!”

“Shit!” One of them panics, their hold on the chairs slipping. It’s only their companion’s quick movement that stops the whole thing from collapsing in on itself. “D-Doctor Kondraki! We’re so sorry-!”

“How exactly were you planning to get down from there?!” Kondraki demands, and the one on top pales. “What, were you going to climb? Do it. Climb down from there right now. I’d like to see you try that.”

“Sir-”

“I said,” he repeated, “climb down from there.”

The intern gulps, looking down and very carefully grabbing the legs of the chairs. They’ve stacked them well enough, but it’s a dangerous climb regardless, one that’s only made worse by how the person climbing down is shaking. Kondraki walks closer, readying himself to catch them if they lose their grip. Somehow, the fall he expects doesn’t come.

“I’m sorry,” the intern apologizes quickly, their breathing uneven and panicked. “Please- Please don’t tell Doctor Glass, he told us not to do this, please don’t-“

“Oh, I won’t be doing that.” Kondraki turns his gaze to the group still standing by the stack. They flinch. “No, you all apparently decided to- what? Disobey Glass’s orders to not stack chairs to the ceiling to grab a fucking cat? No, you’re telling him yourselves.”

They nod quickly, practically tripping over themselves to get out. Kondraki sees them out of the cafeteria first before turning to the cat. The pointed grin has fallen from its face, and it’s looking down at him with a faint interest in its eyes.

“And as for you,” Kondraki continues, because god damn if he’s not going to call out the cat, “what the fuck was that? Clef is going to get into so much trouble if his little game kills someone, you asshole. Did you think it was okay to let them climb that far? I saw you playing with them, you dick. Get down from there right now.”

To his surprise, after a moment, the cat complies. It plops itself down on the chairs, one by one, hopping its way down with an unfair grace. It settles down finally just a foot away from the stack, clearly ready to knock it down onto Kondraki if he tries anything.

Kondraki huffs. “Honestly, you’re such an asshole cat. No wonder Clef picked you.” He approaches slowly, reaches down not for the key around its neck but to grab it by the scruff of its neck. It doesn’t stop him, only watches him warningly with mismatched eyes. “Okrutny kotek. Okropny kotek. I’m dumping you in Clef’s office before you murder some idiot researcher.”

It grumbles at him, as if to say carry me properly, dumbass, but it bats away his hand when he moves to support it from under so he leaves it alone. He doesn’t try for the key, either. As enticing as it is, brass nestled under the cat’s fluffy fur, he doesn’t think the cat’s going to trust him with it. And he’s not exactly playing Clef’s game seriously, either. So the cat makes its way to its owner’s office without incident.

The third time he encounters the cat, it’s because the little thing is weaving its way between his feet in the hallways.

“Hey!” Kondraki barely manages to stop himself from falling, throwing out a hand to steady himself against the wall. “Fucking- what do you want? Do you like tripping people in the halls or something?”

The cat just purrs at him, the fucker. It’s infuriating how cute it is. As much as Kondraki’s not really a cat person, there’s something about this one that gets to him.

“Oh, shut up.” He picks it up, ignoring its angry yowl when he does, and he carries it in his arms as he makes his way to his office. “What, are you having some fun in between dragging people to hell? Am I going to have to stop someone from getting their eyes clawed out today?”

Clef’s cat huffs, settling down in his grip. It lets him pet it, lets him rub its tiny little forehead and the curve of its spine. It’s fluffy. “Puszysty kotek. Malutki słodki mały kotek…”

“Does Clef know you baby-talk his cat?” Iceberg snarks as he passes. Kondraki would flip him off if his hands weren’t occupied.

He nudges the door to his office open with one foot when he gets there, heading over to his desk and depositing his fluffy companion on it. “You can stay in there for a bit. At least I can keep an eye on you. No-one needs another chair incident.”

The cat pauses for a moment, then settles down with an indulgent purr. Kondraki has to stop himself from smiling at the sight. He sits down in his own chair and gets to his work.

He loses track of how many times he encounters the cat after that. It’s taken a liking to him, he thinks. It likes to follow him around or show up in his office sometimes, winding its way between his legs or scratching at the door until he lets it in to sleep under his desk. Rights asks, at some point, if he’s going to take the key from it. In all honesty, he doesn’t care. So long as that cat doesn’t stop liking him, he’s fine with anything.

The cat seems to know that, too. It’s gotten more and more comfortable just being around him, letting him scratch at the crook of its neck and falling asleep on his lap despite the risk. Throughout all that, the brass key hanging around its neck goes untouched, except when he nudges it by accident when he picks the little cat up.

So he really doesn’t get it when the cat approaches him in the break room one day, stalking forward slowly with determination in its eyes. He doesn’t get why it looks so apprehensive.

“Morning,” he says to it, turning to it and watching as it stiffens at his voice. “Is something wrong? You’re a lot quieter than usual. Do you want to come nearer? Kici, kici, kici, kici…”

The cat’s claws are digging into the stuffing of the couch. It nudges the elbow he has resting near it, meowing plaintively.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Kondraki reaches out to pet it. It makes an angry little mrrp noise when he does, grabbing his hand with its little front paws and pulling it to the key still nestled comfortably under its fur.

“… What the hell are you doing?” Kondraki tries to tug his hand away. The cat doesn’t let go. “You know I’m not supposed to have this, right? This isn’t my key. And as much as Clef talks a big game about this being a test and not just him trying to get us off his back about his past, he probably wouldn’t like me having it.”

The cat stares at him like he’s the stupidest man alive. It’s a very expressive cat.

“Honestly.” Kondraki huffs, letting it bat at his fingers angrily. “Don’t scratch, asshole. Like I said, I’m not actually supposed to have that thing.”

The cat growls.

“Fine! Fine! Will it shut you up if I just take it?” The claws on his hand stop digging quite so much, and Kondraki groans. “Fucking- ow. I’m going to need to clean all these cuts you left, little asshole. If you leave any more I’m going to punt you out a window.”

His fingers close gently around the key.

The cat doesn’t move as he carefully takes off the necklace it’s wearing, letting him remove the key with no fight at all. It’s weird, Kondraki thinks. Everyone he’s ever seen make the mistake of trying has always left with a bloody hand cursing Clef and his cat to hell and back. And yet he’s perfectly fine.

He shakes his head, setting the key and its necklace beside him and going back to petting the cat, which has already settled into a familiar position curled up on his lap.

There’s a sudden hiss, not from the cat’s throat but from the cat, and in a flash of blinding light the weight on his lap is suddenly doubled. Kondraki yelps, shoving the thing on its lap down instinctively.

“Ow! Jesus, Konny-!”

Kondraki blinks, shocked, at the figure in front of him. Clef pokes at the back of his head carefully, wincing at what must be a spike of pain where he touches. “Ow. And you say I hurt you. God, you’re terrible.”

“I- Wh- Clef?! What the fuck-?!”

“Honestly, Konny.” Clef huffs, crossing his arms. “Did you have to shove me? First you refuse my key. And now this.”

“… Your key?” Kondraki starts, checking for the cat. It’s not there. Realization hits all too suddenly. “Wait, you’re-?!”

“Yeah!” Clef grins, smoothing down the mess his long hair’s become. It’s messy because he’s been petting it, Kondraki realizes, horrified. “You know, Konny, I really didn’t think you’d be that comfy.”

Kondraki makes an incoherent noise, chucking the key at Clef. His coworker only laughs.

He- He’s been-

Clef is a cat. That he’s been petting.

… Kondraki’s gotten in way too deep, hasn’t he.

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raysofcrosby · 5 years ago

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW – T. SEGUIN

"𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 '𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺'." ─ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐒

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warnings: just some swearing nbd

word count: 4,113 [ oof yikes ]

authors note: originally i was gonna turn this idea into a fic, but like...i have no energy for that. so if anyone wants it to, it can be a multi part series for seggy boy :) anyway, stop by and request something or let me know what you think about this–– ok bye and enjoy!!

"Baby Benn, I need your assistance." You looked up from your Physiology book to see Big Rig, otherwise known as Jamie Oleksiak, or as you like to call him– a big teddy bear– make his way over to you.

"She's studying Jamie, what do you need?" Dave said, never taking his eyes off of Klingberg's ankle as he continued to tape it.

"What's more important? My deathly aching shin or this..." He picked the book up from your hands and lazily flipped through the pages, crinkling his nose in disgust. "This migraine-inducing book."

"Give that back," You said, standing up and reaching across the desk, taking your book from his hands. "This migraine-inducing book is what will get me my degree, which will hopefully lead to a job you teddy bear."

"Still didn't answer my question."

You sighed and marked the page before closing your book and standing up from the small desk. "Is it the same one?"

"Yup!" He smiled and hopped up onto one of the stretching tables, holding out his right leg. "So tell me doc, does it need to be amputated? Am I going to die of this killing pain?"

Before you could answer, he was getting smacked in the back of the head by a green resistance band. You looked over and saw Jamie, your older brother, rolling his eyes just as he tossed the band at you. "If you don't do your stretches it won't be the shin splints that kills you, it'll be me."

"Damn Chubbs, I was just playing," Big Rig groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "You didn't need to almost decapitate me."

"Oh, so I can go back to studying?" You asked, holding out the resistance bands as your brother, Dave and a few of the other players getting serviced laughed. "Unless you want to write this paper for me after your game tonight?"

Big Rig rolled his eyes and grabbed the band, looping his foot through it and starting to stretch his shin. "You just lost your spot as my favorite trainer in training."

"I'm the only trainer in training, J." You reached out for the resistance band and made him take more into his grip. "Keep it tight and stretch slow. You'll get the most out of it that way."

Soft snickering behind you soon turned into a burst of laughter and you watched as Big Rig's attempt to hide a smirk, ultimately failed. You sighed and rolled your eyes, not needing to know who the laughter belonged to. "27-years-old and still acting like a pre-pubescent boy with an underdeveloped frontal lobe? Could only be you, Segs."

Tyler fake scoffed, bringing a hand to his chest and looking at you with hurt eyes. "I'm flattered you've managed to keep my age tucked away in that big brain of yours, but pre-pubescent? I figured baby Benn would have a much better insult than that."

"Oh, I have tons of better insults," sitting down in your chair, you picked up your book and smiled at him. "Just none that your baby brain would be able to even begin to comprehend."

His hurt look faded and he licked his top teeth, shaking his head and laughing. "You'd be very surprised at what this baby brain can understand."

You gasped, this time holding your hand to your chest and looking at him in wonder. "You mean that you're capable of having knowledge in anything besides Hockey and breasts?"

You heard the snap of Big Rig's resistance band echo as it flew off of his foot. The other guys stared at you in awe before laughing at Tyler. You raised a single eyebrow at your brother's best friend, daring him to snipe back at you. But when he opened his mouth, Jamie stepped in your vision, picking up Big Rig's resistance band. "Okay you two, stop bickering like some stupid lovesick teenagers." He tossed the resistance band at Big Rig and turned to you. "And please, I never want to hear the word breasts come out of your mouth again."

"I'm almost 22 Jamie, it's perfectly normal for–"

He held up a hand and shook his head. "For the sake of my ears, just...please, no bodily mentions. I'd just rather not have that in my head."

You sunk back down into your chair, as he went to grab a foam roller. Before looking back at your book, you peeked over the top of it to see Tyler stuffing a heating pad into his shirt, holding it firmly on his left shoulder. As if he could feel you staring, he looked up, resting his back against the wall and smirked, raising a single eyebrow before tapping his temple and mouthing "big brain."

You rolled your eyes and subtly cleared your throat and turned the page, using your middle finger that you made sure was perfectly within his line of vision. He laughed and covered it up with a cough before shaking his head and leaving the training room completely.

It was normal, dealing with the chirps of your brothers' teammates. You'd been around them for the last three years of your college education, only this time during your last year, you were working alongside them. It was a weird adjustment, going from seeing them in the corridors post-game, relaxing on the weekends at a bar to shadowing their athletic training staff during practices and games. When you mentioned your internship, Jamie didn't even bother to ask you if you wanted to shadow the Dallas Stars Athletic Trainers. Mainly because he knew you were too afraid to ask. So he just went up to Jim Nill and asked if you could do your internship there for the season and that was it.

That's how you got your internship.

You were grateful for the fact that your brother was able to help you get your foot in the door with this internship, which is why you did anything and everything that your 'bosses' asked. Whether it was replacing heating pads, washing the covers for them, changing the water in the heater– any grunt work, you did with no hesitation. And they appreciated seeing you so willing to learn what their day-to-day lives were like when they were on the job. Eventually, you went from doing grunt work to being able to tape up ankles, help with stretches, almost anything except for stitching. That, you weren't allowed to do.

The boys took you in as one of their own the moment most of them met you, your freshman year at SMU. It was easy to 'adopt' Chubb's little sister, as they so liked to put it. And the moment that you stepped foot into the training room with your official Dallas Stars polo, that's when the real fun began. Their jokes about you being 'Baby Benn' never seemed to end. You were often victim to their playful chirping and of course, they didn't bother to keep the language clean of innuendos are curse words. They knew that they didn't have to though, especially since you grew up with Jordie and Jamie Benn as your two older brothers. Not only had you'd grown up knowing what the Hockey atmosphere was like, but you could also give it right back to them.

And man, they loved it. Tyler, however, seemed to love it the most. Whether it was because he was Jamie's best friend or he just took a special interest in picking on you, you never figured it out. Besides Big Rig and Bishop, you were close to Tyler. Mainly, since he was Jamie's best friend, but also because of all of the ways he's helped you out in the last four years. He and Jamie moved you into your dorm room every year since freshman year. When they were on long roadies, Tyler paid you to come over and take care of the dogs, though you never took the money because playing with his three boys was like free therapy and his house was only a few minutes down the road. And if inclement weather forced you to evacuate campus and you didn't feel like staying on Jamie's fancy leather couch, Tyler offered you one of his many guest rooms. Though most of the time, you just took the couch at Jamie's.

Tyler may be your big brother's best friend so you've got to know him a little bit over the last few years...but if there was one thing you knew most about him, it was his womanizing reputation about Dallas. Hell, around anyplace he steps foot in. He knows he's a damn good hockey player, he knows that he's not exactly ugly and he's damn well aware of all of the women who'd love to say that they spent the night with Stanley Cup Champion, Tyler Seguin. And he doesn't care because like any 20-something male, he's getting laid and that's all that matters.

Which, you guess is why the two of you tend to butt heads and chirp at each other the most. You can't stand guys who bounce from girl to girl and he's just an ass. Especially since he always joins in whenever Jamie rags on your boyfriend of two years, Cole. For as long as you've been dating, Jamie and Tyler have refused to let up on the jokes involving his red-shirt senior status on the baseball team or his involvement in Beta Upsilon Chi. They'd always sneak in stupid frat jokes whenever they were around him, knowing that he'd probably never catch on. You couldn't rebuke them though, because well...Cole kind of was your stereotypical Frat bro. But you got enough of the negative comments from your dad and oldest brother whenever you were at home, you didn't want them to follow you down at school too.

Your ringtone blaring from your backpack that was hanging on the back of your chair tore you away from your textbook. When you put it down, you noticed that the training room was empty and their warm-up music was echoing softly from outside of the room. It happens sometimes, you getting so lost in your schoolwork that you just tend to zone out all noise. And you weren't needed out on the bench until game time anyway, so it was no wonder why Dave didn't bother to interrupt your reading.

You reached into your backpack and grabbed your phone, looking at the screen to see that Cole was calling. Pressing the green button, you brought the phone up to your ear and picked your book back up. "Hey, what's up?"

"Hey babe where are you?" His voice was being muffled by the loud music coming from his end of the call.

You laughed, turning another page. "I think the better question, is where are you?"

You could hear him talking to people in the background as the music overtook his side of the call. Ignoring it, you took a deep breath and sighed, re-reading over a paragraph. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything besides asking where you were."

The music and sounds of people mingling muffled on his side of the call, making it a little easier to hear him. "Oh I'm at the house, where are you? Are you almost ready to head over?"

Flipping another page, your focus starts to dwindle from Cole and more into your textbook. "Um, no? I'm at the arena for work."

"What do you mean? Why are you at the arena?" The muffled sound of music doesn't last much longer as it practically erupts through the speaker on your phone. He must have gone back into the pre-game.

You pull the phone away from your ear and check the time. Warm-ups shouldn't be ending for another five minutes, meaning nobody should be coming into the training room or the corridor anytime soon. You pressed the speaker and placed your phone onto the desk. "I'm working tonight, remember?"

"Uh, no? You never told me you were working tonight!" He yelled over the music, saying hi to more people as he traveled through the house no doubt. "You're supposed to be here in like, thirty minutes, Y/N. It's Beta Ball! You said you'd be here."

"Actually, no I didn't," you could feel yourself begin to get annoyed as you heard one of his friends offer him two shots. "I told you that I had to work. I even printed out a schedule and gave it to you, remember?"

The sound of him gulping down two shots echoed over your phone as he sighed in relief. "You didn't give me a damn schedule, Y/N."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were telling yourself to cut him some slack since he was obviously in the midst of pre-gaming. But another part of yourself just wanted to tell him you were busy and hang up the phone. Cole could care less about his schoolwork, only frat parties, preparing for his upcoming season and then getting drafted.

"I did give you a schedule, Cole. I gave it to you on Monday," you flipped another page, "which was four days ago."

The music started to muffle again, soon followed by the sound of a door shutting– muffling the music completely. "This party is a huge deal, Y/N. It's one of the biggest parties of the semester and if you're not here I'll look like a total fucking loser. It's the damn formal!"

You couldn't help but snort as his statement. "It's not the biggest party of the year, Cole. You're just drunk."

He must be stumbling around whatever room he's in because you can hear him bumping into things and stuff being thrown on the floor. It was surprising how bad his tolerance was, especially for being in a frat. "You're not even a real fucking trainer, why are you there?"

"It's my internship for my degree, Cole. Some of us care about getting a college education instead of worrying about what to wear to the next sleazy frat party," you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. "So calm down the roid-rage and enjoy your party of the year."

"Are you fucking coming or are you too busy being a bitch errand-girl for your brother's shitty team?"

"Jesus Christ, Cole it's not even a real ball!" You yell, just as the sound of a door opening and closing echoes around you. "It's literally that stupid party where girls have to wear lingerie and the boys just spend their time ogling over them."

A wave of green rushed into the room, coming to a stop at the table closest to me. They pulled their warm-up jersey over their head before you could even make out who it was. But the moment you saw the fancy script of one familiar Stanley Cup tattoo, you knew who it was. You picked up the phone, taking it off of speaker bringing it back to your ear as he continued to dress down from his gear. "What? Have you contracted an itch from all of the girls you've been seeing?"

Tyler looked over at you and smiled, shaking his head as he kept undressing. "Don't enjoy the show too much."

"Seriously Y/N, it's super fucked up that you're not coming tonight! You owe it to me, I'm your fucking boyfriend!" His slurred voice must have been heard from your phone since Tyler looked over at you again with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't show up, we're done! You can take your shit a-and get lost."

"I need service, please," Tyler said, taking your attention away from the phone call and hopping up onto the table in nothing but his pants and his pads. He was sitting up straight and had his hands in his lap like he was a kindergartner waiting for storytime.

"Sorry Seguin, I don't provide the kind of service you're used to."

He rolled his eyes and kicked up both of his legs, taking off his sicks and shin pads. "Not that kind, the athletic training kind." His eyes moved over to the phone against your ear and then back at you. "Or are you too busy?"

"Is that a guy?" Cole slurred, his loud slurping from his new drink grossing you out. "Y/N, who the fuck are you with?"

The annoyance from the entire phone call was bubbling up until you couldn't take it anymore. "Listen, Cole, I need to go," you looked over at Tyler, setting down and closing your book. "I'm busy."

"Are you at least going to fucking try and come to the party instead of wasting away like an old maid?" You raised your eyebrows at his comment, your inner voice telling you to refrain from snapping at him.

And yet, it was hard not to feel guilty since you knew how important these frat parties were to Cole. You sighed and stood up from the chair. "Maybe after the game, I don't know."

He didn't even bother to reply to your response and instead, just hung up on you. You pulled the phone away from your ear and stared at it to see that he had, in fact, hung up on you. "Rejection hurts, huh?"

You rolled your eyes at Tyler's comment and placed the phone back down onto the desk, then making your way over to him. "Is there any reason why you just performed a half-assed strip show in the training room?"

"Oh no, that's not my strip show," Tyler laughed, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "You'd know my strip show if you saw it. It leaves the ladies dripping."

"Why? Because they pissed themselves from laughing so hard?"

In true Tyler fashion, he rolled his eyes and stuck his feet up at you. "I need my ankles taped and don't worry, Dave said you could do it."

"A little late there, don't you think?" You asked, walking over to the cupboards that held every material you'd need. "Or is the Tyler Seguins' supposed big brain, not able to support memory?"

"Yeah, well I got distracted by your brother and his fawning over Katie...again."

You laughed, taking the basket with everything that you'd need back over to the table he was sitting on. "Ah, so you've been caught up on the drama?" You grabbed a stool and brought it to the end of the table, resting a knee on it as you nodded for him to scoot back and extend out his leg.

He leaned back on his hands, watching as you began to tape his ankle. "At this point, I think their relationship history could give lifetime at least three new movies."

"Lifetime movies, huh? Didn't take you to be the kind of guy to tune in to those." You focused on going through the appropriate steps, keeping your eyes on his ankle. "Maybe Hallmark, but definitely not Lifetime."

"Wow, you know so little about me, I'm hurt. Besides, their 'sucks to be sixteen' marathons are great." He brought his right knee up as you tapped the finished ankle before moving onto his left. "Let me guess, you love the Hallmark Christmas movies and you've never missed a single one?"

You looked up at him for a few seconds before looking back down and continuing to work on his ankle, not answering his question. He wiggled his foot, causing you to look back up at him. "Seguin, I swear to–"

"Ha! I knew it! You're a total sucker for those cheesy, romance Christmas movies."

"For your information," You meticulously started to wrap his ankle with the pre-wrap. "It's a family tradition, at least between my mom, my sister and me. Dad and the boys wouldn't be caught dead watching those." You paused, smiling for a second. "Unless it's the Candace Cameron-Bure ones. Jamie's a sucker for those."

A comfortable silence settled over as you finished up his ankle. When you tapped it, he sat up and pointed down at the floor. "Can you pick up my socks? I don't want to have to bend down to get them."

"Why, is Mr. 3% body-fat getting, dare I say..." you faked a gasp as you bent down to pick up his socks. "lazy?"

"No," he swung a sock out at you, missing you by a few inches before bending over to put it back on as you walked over and placed some tape down for him to use. "So Cole..."

"Ugh, can we please not talk about him?" You groaned, putting the basket back into the cupboard. "I swear our that phone call gave me a migraine, so I don't need to hear your jokes."

"No, not that." he put on both shin guards before moving on to fixing his socks. "I just...does he always talk to you like that?"

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know, let me think," He put the tape down next to him before, getting off of the table. "Does, ‘are you fucking coming or are you too busy being a bitch errand-girl for your brother's shitty team?’ sound familiar?"

You stopped in front of the desk, looking at him and feeling your embarrassment start to take over. "Y-You heard that?"

He nodded his head towards the door and reached down for his skates, putting them back on. "So does he? Talk to you like that?"

You realized how cliche it would seem if you told Tyler that it was only when Cole was drunk, that he talked to you that way. But the last six months of your relationship had been a little hostile. Senior year was a pressure on both of you, but Cole seemed to be wearing it far worse than you. "He was drunk, what does it matter?"

"It matters because I have two younger sisters and I know for a fact that if one of their shitty boyfriends talked to them that way, he'd end up in an ER bed." He stood up off of the table and turned to pick up his warm-up jersey.

"Well good thing you're not my brother then, huh?" You joked, expecting him to make a comment back at you.

Instead, he looked a little lost in thought before he shook himself out of it, smiling at you. "Doesn't mean I still wouldn't put frat boy Cole in an ER bed."

You walked around the desk, plopping down into your chair as the murmuring of voices from down the hall echoed from the hallway. "Better get going, don't want to be late for the meeting."

"Yeah, I guess," Tyler tossed his jersey over his shoulder and headed towards the door, stopping in front of it. "Are you going tonight? To that party...with Cole?"

You looked up from your book, caught off guard by his question and the way he said it. For a moment, if you weren't convincing yourself that you were delusional. You'd think that Tyler looked...concerned or maybe even a bit genuinely curious about your nighttime plans.

You shrugged your shoulders, picking the book back up. "I don't know, maybe. There's usually some lingerie contest at this thing and the winner gets a $100 tab to some bar downtown, so maybe if I leave here in time."

You made sure to pay attention to the way he reacted to your response. His features darkened a little bit before he turned away from you walking out of the training room. You returned back to your book, only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat. When you looked up, you saw Tyler leaning back in, a smile on his face. "Any chance I can get some pics?"

You threw the empty roll of tape on your desk in his direction and he ducked out of the way, laughing all the way down the hallway. "BYE Tyler!" You called out, returning back to your textbook.

As your eyes skimmed the words that your brain failed to absorb, a smile crept onto your face as you looked back up into the empty doorway. "No," you said, shaking your head and closing your eyes, following it with a deep breath. "No, absolutely not. Do not go there."

When you opened your eyes, a small sinking gut feeling took over when you looked into the empty hallway. Part of you wanted Tyler to reappear in the doorway with his goofy grin. But he wasn't there, and neither was his stupid request for lingerie pictures or his...amazingly stupid abs. What bothered you the most though, wasn't the fact that he wasn't standing there...but what he meant by his request.

Did he want lingerie pictures of the other contestants...or of you?

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moonlightdreamzz · 5 years ago

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Send Off :: Jung Jaehyun

Request: “Could you write a Jaehyun x black reader where it’s a rainy day before he has to leave for a while? We can literally do anything I just need it in my life. It doesn’t have to be super long either I’m sure you’re busy.”

A/N: I live for this content. YES! 🤩

Whew, you hated rain. I mean how could anyone enjoy something that was so overly loud, made you uncomfortably wet, and was guaranteed to get you sick in some way, shape, or form.

You had made so many plans today. Frozen yogurt, a little pre-tour shopping extravaganza, and to end it all, a nice dinner; candlelit to be exact, where you and your boyfriend could relish in all the memories you had made this past year. Well—soon to be year. Although there was no real humor in such a sad case, you always jested and celebrated like it was your anniversary before he had to leave for awhile. Otherwise you would miss it.

So why today, out of all days, did the sky have to crack open? Seriously, you couldn’t believe the way the sky taunted you, laughing at the fact that it ruined your plans.

Everything was currently annoying you. Your coffee brown bonnet that shielded your protective hairstyle from getting frizzy too fast, seemed like it was creating isolation from you and your pillow. The plaid pajamas that you were gifted many Christmas’ ago? Made your legs itch to the extreme, so much so, that you slipped them off and threw them to the other side of the room. You wanted to go back to sleep in hopes that when you woke up, the sun would be shining, but you couldn’t stop tossing and turning.

“It’s going to be like this all day; dark and gloomy.” A raspy voice whispered, placing his large hand on your soft belly, giving it a smooth rub.

Jaehyun was always a mind reader when it came to you. In this moment, you probably weren’t all that difficult to read, but still, you were never less than impressed with his abilities.

“Are you serious?” Your body unconsciously curled up as if you were an child. This only made him want to hold you tighter, as he was now making sure your back was directly on his chest, and his breath could make your ear tingle.

“Unfortunately. Well, unfortunately for you should I say.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you had plans for us today. Probably too many.” He chuckled, even though you could sense he still hadn’t even opened his eyes. You just knew his eyelids were still a pinkish color, resembling the boyish feeling he felt whenever you touched him, but actually meaning he had slept well.

“I just wanted to make sure you had fun.” Your voice began to quiet down as you continued, “We’re not going to be together on our one year anniversary, and this is going to be the longest we’ll be apart. I’m just...I’m not fucking with it, dawg.”

“Dawg?”

“Yes, dawg.” You breathed out, getting a light chuckle out of his chest.

“Well, dawg, maybe I can teach you a little something today. What do you think about that?” His hand moved from your stomach, to your “wonderous” legs. That’s what he always referred to them as. He would always play with them, gently slapping them just to see them bounce back at him. He loved to rub up and down your thigh as if he would be able to taste your supposed flavor.

Now his lips were pressing soft kisses down to your shoulder, starting from your earlobe. “Even without sunlight, you’re still glowing. And all mine too.” He groaned, clearly getting riled up. Unfortunately for him, you felt yourself dozing off. It didn’t take him long to figure this out, as he stopped all his rubbing and sweet nothings to call out your name. His favorite word.

“Baby?”

Of course you weren’t hearing it, as your lack of slumber was finally hitting you at such a perfect moment.

The last thing you felt was his head burying itself in your fluffy bonnet, taking a deep breath to intake your scent. He always tries to guess what grease or oil you used the previous night, and this morning his guess was argan oil. Before he came home, he remembers how excited you were about the so-called pure smell of the thick liquid, and he could now understand why. It wasn’t too long before he fell asleep as well. How could he not when your bodies were so close?

The cycle repeated itself once more, except this time, you felt much more energetic. Although you didn’t mind your current position, if Jaehyun wanted to do backflips around the house right here and now, you’d probably agree.

The rain was still splattering on your newly installed roof, courtesy of your neighboor, but it wasn’t bringing you anger anymore. Jaehyun always was able to calm you down, and make thing that upset you seem childish and simple.

He was right. You two were very much so capable of staying in.

The black sheets that you two had purchased months ago were so warm, and the heat radiating off of his chizzled body was even better, but you two needed to eat. Your room was always going to be complicated, yet simple, and every morning you couldn’t help but to look at the splattered paintings hanging that represented different parts of your personality. Obviously it wasn’t morning anymore, but the routine didn’t change.

You pushed all of your braids that were too excited to be set free back into its overnight home, before you set off into your kitchen.

“Hey Siri.” You whispered, alerting her that you had a request. “Play Megan Thee Stallion.”

You grabbed all of the utensils you needed, while she shuffled through all of her magnificent works. Siri decided on Big Ole Freak, and you couldn’t be mad in the slightest. Your inner seducing manner was coming out slowly as you sung along, swaying your hips along to her sharp bars, but you were still beating the pancake mix perfectly.

Truthfully, by now you should’ve been able to sense his presence in a room. I mean—he always could for you. It didn’t matter where you were, the size, or how many people were there; his eyes would always find you.

And even now, his dimple smiled brighter than his teeth could while he watched you have the time of your life, singing to one of your favorite artists. When he would see you even remotely look in his direction, he would sneak back around the corner.

“Hey Siri.” He finally spoke up, clearly scaring the absolute shit out of you because you fell straight to ths ground; a habit you had formed long before he fell in love with you, or even saw you from the first time. “Play some Frank Ocean.”

Even while you sat on the freshly polished wooden floors of your kitchen, you shined brighter. You glowed more angelically. He always thought it was the cutest thing when your laugh caused you to throw you head back, and he could properly see the way your cheeks accentuated your face.

“How do we go from Meg, to Frank babe? It doesn’t go together.”

“Anything goes together if you says it does.” Mid sentence, his hand reached out to yours, pulling you up and straight into his uncovered chest. He quickly kissed your plump lips, and you could tell he was willing to forget about your trials of cooking breakfast if he could have you.

“Mhm—eat first.” You giggled, pulling away, but not even fighting when he pulled you back into his strong arms. His kisses were now making your entire face wet, but you didn’t mind for him.

“Breakfast at 12pm? I think I’d prefer to have you.”

“Nope. Nuh uh.” Your finger managed to break free, finding a place on his chest. “The rain may have ruined my plans, but you? No. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“But that’s the thing...I am. I’m trying to give you what’s best for you. Plus, you may not want me now, but the minute I walk out that door tomorrow morning who’s going to cry? Me or you?” He taunted with a smirk.

If you could blush, you would. Regardless, your cheeks were tingling and as you always did when he used such bold word choice, you burried your face into his chest.

As if your head was more comfortable than his memory foam pillow, he rested his cheek onto of your bonnet.

“Argan oil.” He finally guessed out loud, prepared to mentally slap himself if he was wrong.

Your head lifted from his chest, with your mouth now in the shape of an O. “How did you know!”

“Because I’m a good listener.” He whispered gently. His eyes were buried deep into your soul; a place only he was invited to. A place he built from the ground up. His favorite place to be when he felt unsafe, or uncertain. Or even when he was happy and didn’t have a care in the world.

“Well, they do always say that good listeners should be rewarded.” You looked up onto your colored ceiling.

His laugh echoed through your home, making it even more comfortable and soothing than it already had been. “What do I owe you? Frozen yogurt? Stallion tickets? A new wig?”

“No Stallion tickets. Too expensive.”

“But the other things—

“Would be great. You’re such an amazing boyfriend.” You cooed, pressing your own kisses to his face now. “I’m kidding.” You breathed out. “What would be really great was if you cleaned this up.” You pointed to the sad attempt of breakfast that laid on the table. “And I’ll be waiting for you.” You scooted past him, feeling his blush and intense smile even though you couldn’t see it.

“Oh do you drive me crazy, Y/N.” Was all he could say, slapping your behind with a clear echo, before promptly turning around and getting to work.

#nct #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #kpop poc #poc kpop #nct ambw #ambw kpop #kpop black reader #black reader #jaehyun #nct imagine #nct imagines #nct scenario #nct scenarios

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anxiousmoodlet · 5 years ago

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𝕎𝕪𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕤 for @eeriesims‘ The Many Suitors of One Clary Wiggins

The world isn’t kind to demons. Wyvern grew up being called all sorts of names: Devil-spawn, son of Hell, Infernal fiend, the fruit of Lilith’s rotten womb... you know, the usual stuff. Only his mother possessed horns and leathery wings however, his father was perfectly human. A Daughter of Torment wandered free from the bowels of Hell, so that little Wyvern might be born upon the shores of Glimmerbrook. Though his mother now frequents Eternal Damnation more than she does the Living Realm, and his father is nowhere to be seen, Wyvern has done all he can to build and maintain a life in the only place he’s ever known.

Read more for Wyvern’s full biography!

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Wyvern Burroughs 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪/𝔸𝕘𝕖: 18/10/1991 — 28 years old 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Demonspawn (he’s essentially a tiefling ok) ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 6′1 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Pansexual 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣/ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤: Male — He/him 𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕜: GBPD Detective

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤:

𝕎𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕖 — A shortened version of Wyvern he adopted very early on, introduces himself as this.

𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕎𝕪𝕣𝕞 — His mother’s pet name for him.

𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔻. — Stands for “Devil Detective”, his GBPD partner calls him this.

𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕚𝕕𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

1. “No one can ever know I play the violin, all right?” — Wyvern plays the violin. In fact, he plays the violin quite well. His mother always had a fondness for human music, it was one of the only aspects of their culture she could appreciate. After trialling piano, guitar, and a brief stint with the harp, Wyvern stuck with the violin and took lessons at his mother’s behest well in to his late teens. He still plays sometimes, it’s very melancholy when he does.

2. “I promise, I’m not as scary as I look.” — Wyvern starts almost every conversation with the “Demon Disclaimer,” a spiel about how he isn’t going to devour your soul or curse you for eternity. Even in Glimmerbrook, where supernatural creatures are abundant, he likes to make sure. It’s also one of the reasons he decided to join the police force, so that he could be seen to be doing good. It took a long time to earn that trust and the badge that came with it though, he had the longest officer internship of anyone in GBPD’s history.

3. “There’s no way I’m missing the midnight viewing.” — Wyvern is a bit of a huge movie nerd. He’ll watch any genre so long as it’s well-written and creatively shot, but his favourites lie with 80′s horror classics and cheesy 90′s car chase scenes. He’s also been known to enjoy the odd romantic-comedy when the mood strikes him, but will boast that he can predict them scene-for-scene. That being said, the ending of La La Land made him cry like a little bitch. Didn’t see that one coming, huh Wylie?

4. “There’s a line where the sea meets the sky, it calls me— I’m joking.” — Cheesy Moana reference aside, Wyvern has a bad case of wanderlust. He’s been in Glimmerbrook all his life, and he’s always wanted to see more of the world... but why leave the place you’ve worked so hard to make your home? He's terrified of being met with rejection if he were to so much as dip his toes in adventure. A demonspawn can’t just stroll down any old street, or so he believes. His self-doubt is quiet, but boy oh boy, it’s real.

5. “Just five more minutes, okay?” — Wyvern loves nothing more than his bed. He has to set at least five alarms to get up in the morning, just so he can snooze them all and then leap out of bed with ten minutes to spare. He’s been known to doze at his desk in the precinct on quiet days, and sleep well in to the late afternoon on his days off. Attempts to instil healthier habits with morning jogs, fridge planners and social outings have all done little to help him.

6. “No, no. It’s not me that you want.”— Wyvern has had very limited romantic interactions throughout his life. Well, he’s had very limited meaningful romantic interactions. Though the man’s not shy of the old Netflix and chill by any stretch of the imagination, he more-often-than-not never lets anything progress past that point. That fear of rejection kicks in every single time: who could love a demonspawn? He’s had one serious relationship in the past, and it ended with him breaking it off when things were getting too real.

7. “Hey, I got us a round of tequila!”— Maybe it’s the demonic genes, but Wyvern can drink. As much as he enjoys a cold pint with his partner after work, he also enjoys slamming back Sambuca shots and ending the night asleep on the beach. He’s an incredibly volatile drunk. Fiercely protective of his social group, but also quick to misunderstand the conversation and take offence. Any issues are usually remedied with hugs and drawling “I love you guys.”

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

➊ ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪? “Oh, it was really lame. We were in the general store, and she did that thing, you know. She was in front of me in the queue, but I only had a coffee to pay for, and she had a whole bunch of stuff... so, she let me go first. Real sweet of her. We talked about the weather a little, she said my coffee smelt good. I remember, she said it was a little too late in the day for her to be having coffee, but she really fancied one now. I've never wanted to give up my coffee to someone more than I did then.”

➋ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪? “She was like a breeze, you know? I forgot I had horns and yellow eyes for a second. Her hair was kind of messy like she’d had a busy afternoon, and there were loads of fresh fruit in her shopping cart, she was like this slice of wholesome. Normally new people in Glimmerbrook terrify me, but not her.”

➌ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖? “I like doing something a little silly, because I think if you can’t be silly with someone, then you’re doomed. Karaoke is my favourite first date — we don’t even have to go up and sing! But just in that easy-going environment, having a laugh, shouting over the tone-deaf performers because we'd rather fight the music than not have a conversation, you know?”

➍ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡? “Effortlessness. I know that sounds daft, because all good things need to be worked for, and all that jazz... but I think my ideal relationship would be something so natural and easy, that we forget we have to work at it even when times get tough. Just having someone to reach— equilibrium with, you know? I know it takes time to get to that point, but I just want to know that it’s possible. It would be so worth waiting for.”

“Bonus points for someone who doesn’t mind kicking my ass out of bed in the morning.”

➎ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖? “Oh boy, all right. I have some serious trust issues, but not for lack of trying to resolve them. I can’t help but view everybody around me with a sort of air of uncertainty, and I suppose that makes me come off a little standoffish. It’s just that I so badly want people to have a positive opinion of me, that I spend the majority of my time being terrified that they don’t. I swear, I’m going to drive myself mad with it one day.”

“I’ve been told I use humour as a defence mechanism. Whenever the conversation is stilted, or I sense any kind of awkwardness: I’ll crack a joke. If someone asks me a serious question, or how I am: I’ll crack a joke. It’s second-nature at this point, and I swear it’s stemmed from wanting to make people smile. It also helps with the whole detective shtick, but that’s besides the point.”

“I loosen up around friends though, it’s not all so dreary! I still like to think I’m the sharp-witted, funny one, but it becomes less deflective. I’m also really protective of the people I love, foaming-at-the-mouth-crazy sort of protective. I know, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea... but there aren’t very many people who are willing to let me be that close to them, and there’s no way I’m going to let anything hurt those people.”

#themanysuitors #eeriesims

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vesperlionheart · 5 years ago

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The Drowned - KisaSaku

What was the point in being supernaturally blessed with a god’s favor if you were only going to be supernaturally feared by mortals for it?

“Again!”

Sakura shut her eyes in time to protect them from the sting of saltwater as her head was shoved down beneath the churning surface of a basin filled with ocean. She struggled a little, only because his hand in her hair was irritating, but gave up as another set of hands joined the first.

She lost track of time under the water, letting go of her breath and breathing in ocean salt like any other fish would before spitting out the excess from the slits in her throat. Above her the world was noisy, she could tell, but the water muted the worst of it.

Maybe she could play dead for them this time?

She was pulled back too suddenly and sputtered from the transition before she could act drowned. The crowd screamed at her and some even threw stones, but the elder barked at the kids to stay back. Sakura glared dully in his direction, not even remotely concerned for her wellbeing. Zabuza would kill them all if Haku didn’t finish them off first. She just needed to last another day as their spectacle.

“This is no curse, this is a gift!” the wrinkled elder shouted.

“She’s a demon!”

“A witch!”

The elder waved his hands again and the circle of folks surrounding Sakura retreated until only he stood before her, eyes wide with greed. “No, she is a gift for us. It’s been many decades since we’ve had anyone willing to wed the lord of our waves, but here she is.”

“What?” Sakura coughed, spitting out the saltwater from behind her teeth.

The murmur in the crowd was an instant shift as angry cheers and jeers turned to muffled whispers. Sakura had to shake the water out of her ears to hear them.

“How long has it been?” one woman asked another.

“I can’t remember the last one,” her friend answered.

“Old man, let me go or you’re all dead in a matter of days,” Sakura threatened. “I have friends coming for me and they’re really demons.”

“You came to us alone, you have no one,” he countered easily, leaning down to grab her face with wrinkled fingers. “No one will miss you.”

Someone ran ahead screaming about a sacrifice to the Lord of the Waves and the village was dressed with lights and banners to welcome their arrival. Their elder was greeted with joyful praise while no one seemed to want to spit at Sakura anymore.

Instead they took her, bound of course, into the largest home and dressed her in heavy fabric the color of seafoam. Sakura struggled against the ladies when they stripped her naked, but against her will she was slipped into the wedding gown and sewn in.

The chest they had pulled the dress from smelled like dust and a frankincense, a sign of its age before Sakura ever noticed the outdated straps and bodice beadwork. It was a relic but it was also a treasure. If the situation had been any different she would have marveled at the figure she struck in her white foam gown, but it was weighted to sink her with layer after layer under the skirt and she had people who would miss her.

“Beautiful,” one of the girls dressing her whispered to her twin.

“You’re going to kill me,” Sakura growled back. “That makes you murderers.”

“Nonsense, you can’t drown so what else are you good for?” The elder was beside her, watching as the ladies sewed ropes of pearls into her hair. “There is no one to speak for you so you are the village’s.”

“You’re all a bunch of old fashioned, outdated, backwater, inbreeds,” Sakura snarled. “I am my own person and I speak for myself. You kill me, and you’ll have hell to pay.”

But the elder only laughed, the way a parent would laugh at their child saying silly things that were too impossible to be considered. “You’re only a woman, there are always more of you. No one will miss one that doesn’t even have a surname.”

Sakura bit back her snarl and settled into her bindings, content to wait until they sank to to try and make her escape. She won’t drown no matter where they sank her, and Zabuza wouldn’t let her stay lost forever. It had been weeks since they parted, but he was supposed to be right behind her once Haku healed up. The three of them-

Sakura’s thoughts were cut off with a curse as her eyes were bound with white fabric, rendering her blind. Someone turned her over and she fell onto something wooden that was lifted into the air and carried. A rough palanquin, no doubt.

There were voices chanting, singing, laughing as the palanquin was carried up and out of the village, further along the roads until she was sure they had covered a league on foot. She could hear the ocean waves and smell the brine as it choked the air she inhaled.

The palanquin came to a stop and she was pulled off it, still bound around her wrists. Someone took the cloth off her eyes and she saw the black glass rocks from a long dead volcano that had once birthed much of the island. The crashing of waves drew her gaze down to the rocks below.

Drowning became the least of her worries.

“You’ll spear me to death here?” she hissed, suddenly afraid.

“Only if the lord finds you lacking.”

Sakura pulled against the bindings and strained, digging her heels into the soil and struggling wilder. The men who had carried her on the palanquin took her arms to try and force her still but she screamed and cursed them with every foul title she could imagine. She promised them a death ten times worse than hers and they only chuckled, like she was nothing more than a lame chicken squawking at their heels.

Sakura pulled, gaining a step back before they pulled her two steps forward. She strained and dug in against the men twice her size. Overhead the moon was rising but it wasn’t full enough for her to drink from, and it made her cry as she struggled more wildly.

Damn moon, damn curse, damn superstitions, damn droughts…

There was only a spindle thin crescent in the sky to complement the scattering of stars that stood out in all their pretty patterns. Sakura know more of their forms and stories, but so far south she was sure there were new stories and new shapes the people saw when they looked up at the same sky.

Damn every last one of them.

“She’s got quite a mouth on her,” one of the men laughed, sounding winded as he pressed one of her arms to her side.

“I’m sure plenty of men think that’s attractive,” the elder joked, waving to the cliff edge. “Still, she’s pretty enough for even a monster to want.”

“Or eat,” a different man laughed.

Sakura screamed and that only antagonized their delight.

Someone started to sing and there was even a drum that kept the beat steady for the woman’s voice to follow. Sakura screamed over the sound and they stuffed her mouth full of the fabric that had once bound her eyes. When she kicked they grabbed at her ankles and lifted her like laundry that needed to be folded. She felt her heart drop as they swung her from her wrists and ankles.

The singing pitched and then caught on a single, long, drawn out note.

Sakura was tossed over the edge and fell, head over heels, into the black waters below.

Kisame heard the singing and saw the lights dropped into his favorite bay. Nothing more than casual interest drew him closer as he waited to see what sort of useless treasure the humans would toss into his waters. Sometimes it was a sheep, or a pig, and he enjoyed those enough to send them still waters or their drowned husbands back, but it had been several years since his last sacrifice.

When the large body broke the surface and sank through a curtain of bubbles he expected a small deer, or maybe a large goat.

The bubbles parted and her hands broke apart, freeing her from her white rope bindings even as she sank under the weight of her wedding gown.

Oh, it had been many years since the last one sank for him.

Kisame grimaced as he held back to watch her decent. The dress had been weighted with too many layers and he could tell she had been sewn in. She’d never free herself in time.

He drew closer but kept himself hidden behind the black stone rocks that sometimes pierced through the waves. He saw her face more clearly and pouted at the waste. What was it with humans and sending their most beautiful to their deaths?

She was a stunning example of the lesser species, with a slender neck and wrists just as thin. Her hair was a halo of pink coral around her face, floating more freely as she settled on the ocean floor and gasped. She kept her eyes shut but he imagined they were just as striking as the rest of her.

What a shame.

Kisame almost turned away but decided he would watch her expire before tossing her body back onto the land to be buried somewhere else, someplace where the people weren't such fools.

Well, they had paid their tribute, so he supposed he owed them their rain. Once she was finished drowning he’d get on that.

Whenever she was done dying.

…

She seemed to have quite a set of lungs on her, Kisama realized when her thrashing continued many minutes later. She looked more tired than drowned and he wondered how that could be. He dared drawing closer and hid when her head turned in his direction. It made his twin hearts thrill in his chest.

Her eyes were the brightest green he had ever seen and just as pretty as the rest of her.

Oh!

She turned back to try and pull her dress apart but it was all whalebone and heavy stitching, more than her nails were a match for.

When she screamed in frustration he saw the slit under her chin and the ones on her throat. She had been cursed or blessed with the ability to breath as well as any of his kind underwater, in spite of her legs.

His awe outweighed his fear as Kisame swam out from behind the rocks and surged across the short distance. She noticed him and startled, trying to swim back, even though her heavy dress kept her in place.

“Can you talk underwater too?” he asked, speaking without bubbles.

“Fuck you!” she hissed, disturbing the waters with her cursing.

Kisame laughed and braced one hand over his chest, afraid of how hard his hearts were beating at the sight of her. She was by far the most beautiful his ugly eyes had ever beheld and the singing from before meant she had been drowned for him.

“I’m Kisame, you might not have heard my name from them but-”

“I’m not your damn sacrifice, fish face,” she snarled.

Kisame nibbled on the edge of his bottom lip, hiding his smile as best he could. “I’m sure, I’m sure. What’d they tell ya, princess?”

“That they’re too stupid to do anything more than breed and piss in their own pants, what do you think?” she snapped, eyes flashing with thin, weak magic.

“You’re hilarious,” he chuckled with pure mirth making his voice rumble. “Want me to help you get out of here?”

She stopped struggling. “Get me out of this...dress?”

“Nah, then you’d run off on me. I meant this place. I have a palace not far from here where my servants can tend to you and get ya fed. You look thin enough to snap in half, princess.”

“I’m no princess and I’m not going with you.”

“Why not? You got somewhere else to be?”

“Yeah, back on land.”

Kisame hummed playfully. “Not a good idea. I don’t get many visitors and even fewer guests who are this entertaining.”

He reached for her face and traced the side of her cheek with his rough fingertips before pulling his hand back and kicking at the water between them to raise himself up and show off the powerful whale shark body that made up his lower half. With a rush of magic he kicked and the tail became legs, tapered into fins at the end, before melting back into a mer tail.

“You’re a-what the fuck are you?”

“You can call me Kisame, babe, and I’m whatever the hell you want me to be.”

“I want to be out of this dress.”

He reached for her and pulled her to his body with powerful arms crossed behind her lower back. She sputtered and braced with hands on his chest where she could no doubt feel the way his two heart fluttered for her. The feel of her made him want to vibrate right out of his skin.

“Not yet, but give me a night and I’ll gladly help you shed your layers, wife.”

“I’m not-mph”

He kissed her gills and it made her stuttered incoherently. It was where he was the most sensitive, so he was willing to bet she wasn’t much different.

“I’m-ah, ahhh, mm-mah,” she gasped when he tilted his face to reach the rest of her gills and kiss those too, one hand straying to the curve of her backside to cup her through her dress.

He could feel her legs, caught under so many layers of fabric, twitch and reach to clamp down on his hips, keeping him close. Anytime she opened her mouth to object he kissed her again until she was nothing but moans.

“What was that princess?” he teased in a timber of pure mirth to match his saucy expression. She was flushed for him and trembling for his touch.

“I-ah, I...I mean...a detour wouldn’t...be…” she swallowed and ducked her face to get her thoughts better controlled before trying again. “I wouldn't be opposed to a detour.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, princess,” he cheered. “You can leave whenever you want after we get to know each other a little better, what ya think about that?”

“Depends on if you can do something with this,” she huffed, rubbing against the bulge between this thighs that tented his scales. “I’ve got time.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Got a name, princess, or should I just call ya mine?”

“Sakura.”

He traced her gill with a rough finger, making her twitch. “Great, now I know what to scream.”

So hey your gorgeous writing plus these Paulo Sebastian dresses are a match made in heaven. Could you do the very last one of Siren of the Seas with kisasaku?

#KisaSaku #prompt #writing #Kisame #kisame hoshigaki #Sakura #Haruno Sakura #that got sorta tangy by the end there #citrus warning #lime #not yet a lemon #but yeah #it's implied #rough #here you go ya filthy sinners

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