#i can truly pump out words when there’s quiet and im alone

[tryingtimi]

@the-wip-project Day 4: 644

Could have wrote more but I have this thing that if I write right until I need to get to bed, I won’t be able to sleep because I’m too in the flow. However, I reached the half point of chapter ten, which was my goal today so yay! It’s interesting that I re-read the first slice of the opening chapter of my fav book rn and that instantly improved on my writing. Not much, but a touch. It also gave me a little insecurity because now I acknowledged the level of skill there again, and had to face my own right after. But it means nothing though I know, even that book had a first messy draft for sure. Just a bit of an insight for today.

[beckyscyberslut]

Morning || becky lynch x fem!reader

warnings: smut

word count: 1,258

[p.s. this is from my book on wattpad]

you and becky were chilling at home just moments before you decided to have a little fun and things quickly escalated and got pretty heated.

"I ain't here to play no games i'm gonna give it to you just how you want it." you had told to her the moment you flipped her over on the bed and slipped between her legs before leaning down and giving her one big rough and sloppy kiss.

you pulled away with your lips still touching hers slightly having her say, "you can call me crazy, baby, you just drive me crazy when you touch on it."

those words making you glide your hand up her body only stopping at her neck giving it a squeeze before leaning back down for another sloppy kiss.

you pull away from becky making her whine.

"patience, love." you tell her walking to your closet and grabbing what you need.

"clothes off now." you demanded as you took your own clothes off and put the strap on adjusting it.

once she was fully naked you drank her whole body in not being able to believe how beautiful she was.

you pushed her back on the bed and lined yourself with her entrance before entering her you lifted her legs up on your shoulders and pinned her hands above her head.

you slowly entered her waiting a while for her to adjust before pumping slowly in and out of her.

her moans slowly filling the room.

"oh, baby. f-faster please.." she said her face contorting in pleasure.

"you make me stand up and switch up on it." you told her going faster as you stood up straight holding on to her waist and pounding into her

her moans getting louder with every stroke.

when she started getting quiet you tell that she was getting close.

"make your head go round and round and have me making sound until the morning."

she said making you slide out of her and kiss down her body until you got to where she craved you most.

the moment your mouth connected with her clit she let out a string of curse words making her smile against her.

truthfully, you loved the hold you had on her.

you loved the way she tasted, the way she moved her hips in sync with your face, the way she felt around your fingers, and the sound of her raspy, breathy moans.

the way she sounded moaning your name drove you crazy.

"ain't no limit what im pullin when I fuck on you, babe." you spoke against her core the vibrations of you voice alone driving her mad.

the moment you added fingers she lost it and came all over your fingers and face.

"you taste so fucking good." you told her while sucking her juices off your fingers and looking her dead In the eyes.

you went to kiss her letting her taste herself while placing your hand on her clit making her moan into the kiss.

"you came like a good girl, but, daddy's not done with you yet, babygirl." you smirked against her lips flipping you both over to where she was on top riding the strap.

you were guiding her hips as she threw her had back in pleasure, moans slowly turning into screams.

"feel that shit, get it." you told her before making her lean over and you putting her right nipple in your mouth and playing with the other one.

her moans started getting breathier letting you know she was almost to her high for the second time that night.

you reached your hand down and started making circles on her clit making her a moaning mess.

she gripped you shoulders tight with her jaw hanging indicating that she came so you helped her ride out her high.

full shivers running down her spine never truly knowing what it is that you do to her body to make her feel the way you do.

"have some more in you, darling? we're just getting started." you ask her and she nods her head so you flip you over again before slipping the strap off and getting in bed with her.

you turn her on her side before picking her left leg up lifting it over your shoulder and getting between them making both your cores touch each other drawing moans out of both of your mouths.

you started rocking your hips slowly at first before picking up the pace bringing more moans out of you both.

"fuck, daddy, i'm so close." becky said through moans driving you crazy making you go even faster, he friction making you both feel that coil in your stomach.

"come on, baby, cum with me." you said letting go having becky follow not too long after.

you put becky lying on her back before sitting on her face and leaning over to get to work on her.

she slipped two fingers inside of me while her mouth was attached to my clit making me arch my back with a loud moan.

I leaned back over and started eating my heart out,

I slipped my tongue in and out of her slit before bring it back up to her clit and sucking on it.

her moans against by clit were giving me full body chills.

"fuuckkk." I drug out against her clit.

I was such a moaning mess.

she always knew how to give me exactly what I needed to please me.

I started moving my tongue faster against her before adding fingers and pumping them in and out of her.

I knew I was beginning to get close to my high but I was holding it back until I got her where I wanted her.

I wanted to slut my pretty girl out.

I inserted another finger and had her squirming beneath me her moans going crazy against me.

"let it go. now." you told her against her that being the last straw making her cum you also releasing on her tongue.

she sucked up all you juices. licking you dry.

you did the same before turning around to where you were back between her legs.

"one more for me, okay?" you said as she nodded her head.

you brought her hand back down to her core and shoved two fingers into her as you sucked and bit on her neck marking you as her territory.

you pumped fast and hard, her legs shaking.

"baby, i'm so fuckin close." she said as her walls started clenching around your fingers.

you put your thumb against her clit making her back arch.

she brought her arms around your neck bringing you into a sloppy kiss that she moaned into.

you pumped a little harder and faster making her hands go down to your back and having her claw you as she came long and hard for the last time that night.

she took your hand and brought it to her mouth sucking all her juices off your fingers while looking you dead in the eyes letting go with a pop.

"funny how you thought I tapped out when we was fuckin." she said with a slight laugh before pulling you down and lying on your chest too exhausted to move.

you pulled the blanket over you and pulled her closer to you, kissing her head.

"I love you, Rebecca." you whispered to her.

"I love you so much more, y/n." she responded.

you looked over at the clock and saw that it was the morning.

[wri0thesley]

Nat😫😫😫 I'm just reading your naoya posts and I cant😫😫😫 why do I love this arrogant man😫 is it possible to write something of a connected fic to your arrangement story about how he feels jealous over a similarly docile reader (doesnt have to be connected if you dont want tho!!). like he hears about how the reader has been getting marriage proposals from other men since naoya hasnt given an affirmative to your family,,,, and now the reader is forced to consider other candidates (although she still cant atop thinking about our favourite princely asshole) and naoya cant handle this thought lol he deserves to know what angst and the pain of yearning tastes like😌 I hope this wasn't too confusing aaaa😭😭 I love your writing, and im glad youre in this jjk brain rot too🤧

patience - naoya x fem!reader (1.5k)

arrangement // patience // my jjk masterlist

warnings: naoya remains an asshole. submissive reader, arranged marriages, mentions of murder, talk of adultery. pining/angst. not sfw, minors dni!

naoya hates that he can’t stop thinking about you.

Naoya hates that he can’t stop thinking about you.

Oh, he’d meant it when he’d spat ‘pathetic’ and ‘useless’ and ‘worthless’ at you – your bloodline was unimpressive, your lack of cursed technique tragic, your clan elders absolutely idiotic for sending a nobody like you to tempt him. But . . . something about the look in your eyes, the meek little bow of your head, the way you’d listened to every one of his orders with a soft little gasp and a desire to follow them to the latter . . .

He hasn’t told your family that he’s not interested in you, but word gets around the jujutsu community when someone is looking for a spouse. After all, they’re determined to retain blood purity, to keep techniques in the bloodline – your family soon hear that Naoya is still considering all of his options. That other pretty young daughters from other bloodlines have been to see him.

(Naoya rejects them all, for frivolous reasons that he doesn’t want to admit are frivolous. He hadn’t liked the look in that one’s eyes. He didn’t want his children to inherit the colour of that one’s hair. That one had walked two steps behind him, not three--).

You haunt his thoughts. You and the bow of your head, the bite of your lip, the way you’d looked with tears brimming in your eyes. The suggestive curve of you beneath your kimono.

Ugh.

He hears, too, that your family have been exploring their other options. They’d seemed thrilled, at first, that Naoya hadn’t utterly swept you off the table – but six months have passed, and they want their daughter married and out of the house and fulfilling her duties.

He hears about your marriage proposals through that same grapevine. He hears that other men say you are pretty and quiet and obedient, that you will make a fine wife, that you will listen to commands and give soft smiles and raise children like you ought to--

And once, he smashes a glass from gripping it too hard as some nobody in the Kamo clan mentions that he’s going to ask your family for your hand in marriage.

You say no. He hears, too, that your elders are growing frustrated with your dismissals of proposals. They have left behind the thought of marrying you into the Zenin clan, but clearly you’re still clinging to the idea that Naoya might want you despite what he’d said.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, when he wraps his fist around his cock and pumps it and thinks about your look of surprise as his come splatters across your face.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, when he compares a young lady sent to entice him with you. When she looks him in the eye and he thinks that you would never do that, that you would keep your head bowed, that you’d be deferential as he needs you to be.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, as a servant cleans up the shards of glass that he shatters and he asks the Kamo clan member if perhaps he would like to spar, and he hits him just a little bit too hard so he ends up wheezing and doubled over on the training mats as Naoya stalks out of the room.

It’s not his style to pine. He has the pick of every eligible young lady in jujutsu society; he should not be hung up on such a worthless, pathetic little thing.

He hears of another proposal. This one, apparently, hasn’t been rejected straight-out – this one, you seem to be considering. Other members of the Zenin clan don’t understand why his jaw sets at the news.

“You didn’t want her, did you?” He asks. “You didn’t seem keen after the meeting.”

One of his other distant cousins, an upstart too big for his boots, grins.

“That was before she was hot property, though,” he leers at Naoya. “Our golden boy doesn’t like the idea of people coveting his trash--”

Naoya has struck him before he can think and stalked out of that room, too. Something about you has truly opened the can of worms that is Naoya’s violence, and he refuses to admit to himself that it’s because he wants you.

It’s not because you’re hot property – though, certainly, the way other men talk and laugh about you and the knowledge that you’re wanted serves to set a fire within him. It’s because he can’t stop thinking about you.

He tries courtesans. He chooses pretty, well-mannered ones who look a little like you – but their eyes when they look at him are glassy. They’re not the same as yours, brimming with life and want and confusion at the position you’ve found yourself in and the way your body responds to Naoya.

He doesn’t admit to his mistakes. He doesn’t think ‘I should have accepted the proposal, I should have joined the clans’ – instead, he thinks ‘I should have fucked them then and there. I should have made them scream my name until their reputation was ruined and everybody knew they came apart on my cock. It’s their fault that I can’t get them out of my brain.’

He walks with fists and teeth clenched and snaps at every servant who dare looks his way. Naoya has always been unpleasant, but he’s downright impossible with his spine in knots and his eyes narrowed.

He’s going to have to do it. He’s going to have to contact your family, ask for another audience, if only to get your fucking face out of his mind--

He’s not expecting to come across you before he’s even made the call, standing in one of the gardens of the Zenin estate. You’re wearing the same kimono you had first visited him in, and he hates that the sight of it makes a throb low in his belly as he remembers seeing it crumpled on his bedroom floor. He swallows as he stalks towards you and you turn, your pretty eyes widening – he sees the flash of memory, the flash of desire. He wonders if anybody would dare speak to him if he took you right here, in the garden--

An older man opens a door behind you.

Naoya recognises him only vaguely. The Zenin estate is swarming with various, less important Zenins; this one’s a great-uncle, perhaps? Or a cousin thrice removed? He’s someone unimportant in the grand scheme of things, save for the way that he walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Ah,” the man with his hands on Naoya’s property says. “I see you’ve met my betrothed.”

His heart stops cold. He’s nobody. Unimportant. Nothing.

He’d called you the same thing; an ‘act of charity’. So why does the sight of an arm around you attached to a man too old and not powerful enough to be a threat make Naoya feel like he’s chewing rocks? Naoya manages to spit out a;

“Congratulations.”

“Yes,” the old man (great cousin? Naoya doesn’t make a habit to remember people he can’t use later on) says, pulling you closer, groping at your hip through the kimono as you keep a sedate, smile on your face without looking directly into Naoya’s eyes. “You’ll be seeing her around a lot. I hope she didn’t bother you.” A squeeze to your ass, this time, shameless. “Say hello to the future leader of the clan, sweetheart.”

(At least this man’s on Naoya’s side, he tries to console himself, but it doesn’t work.)

“H-hello, sir,” you say, and your voice is as tremulous as he remembers it. His cock stirs. He hates this.

“Sorry to bother you,” he inclines his head politely and tugs on your arm, pulling you away, leaving Naoya kissing his teeth and trying to not simply slit the man’s throat with the knife in his hakama and take you for his own.

What had the scum said? ‘You’ll be seeing her around a lot’. He supposes, then, that you’ll be sequestered in one of the other chambers in the Zenin estate--

A slow smile spreads across his face.

You wouldn’t say ‘no’ to your clan leader, would you? And . . . your future husband is old. Any Zenin is a Zenin, is it not? Even if a son is born with Naoya’s features, Naoya’s technique . . . nobody would say anything to him about it. And you’re in reach. Close to him.

He only needs to get you alone before the wedding to make sure he gets to take your maidenhead. He hates the thought of another man’s filthy hands on you, but accidents happen all of the time--

And then you’ll be a widow. You won’t be expected to marry for a while. And if you’ve already borne fruit and proved yourself – perhaps Naoya will even play the chivalrous leader and lower himself to take you for his own.

Yes. Just a little patience.

This is an arrangement he can get behind.

[op-peccatori]

Selenophile (M) | IkeVamp Comte

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+/NSFW

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You’re just a girl who fell in love with the moon, and got lucky enough to have him love you back.

a/n: Always thought Leonardo would be my first, and then Faa happened (~˘▾˘)~ All those Daddy Comte conversations sent a hoe tumbling into love. Also told myself this was going to be short and sweet, and in doing so, played myself. Sorry about that. 

Also, for Thirst Purposes, we’re going to believe that Comte can bite her without turning her. 

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, vaginal and oral sex, mentions of blood due to vampire bite, this is my love letter to Daddy Comte, pretend im v romantic, also another episode where I had fun with online translators French speakers please don’t kill me

Selenophile (n.) a person who loves the moon. 

“Here’s the next stack, and please, try to finish them before dinner?” 

Collecting the last of the stray envelopes on the desk, you jog them and place the stack in one corner. Narrowed, aurum eyes watch you over the top of a letter. “These aren’t quite as urgent, so you can have a look at them later.” 

“Mm,” the Count sighs into his cup for the fifth time, no doubt waiting for you to turn around to see what’s got him so down. Your eyes drift to the ostentatious bouquet of roses in the corner of the room, a soft, blush pink this time, before you squint at the seal on the last envelope. Placing it on top of the pile in front of him, you smile down at his pursed lips and pleading eyes.

You know the gentlemanly persona is just one of the many facets of the Count’s personality, and it seems to be the one he chooses to adopt when amongst company. Your relationship thus far has been nothing short of an adventure, complete with adversaries and sacrifices, and a man that can take your breath away with just one little smile.

He loves, and lives to spoil you. He delights in drawing you into his arms and kissing you as he stealthily clasps delicate necklaces around your neck and slips bracelets set with sparkling gems onto your wrists. It still makes you uncomfortable at times, but the way his eyes shine when he admires the way they rest against your skin, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips–it kills any real motivation to protest. 

And when he undresses you, with a soft-spoken request to keep the jewellery on, you’re hard-pressed to find any real reason to object. It’s all part of his favourite evening game; with you completely bare, wearing just the priceless trinkets he’s picked out for you. His seat of preference is the armchair he pulls up to the front of the bed, from where he calls out his requests for you. You can say no, you’re expected to tell him if anything makes you uncomfortable, but when he tells you to spread your legs a little more, to finger yourself a skosh slower, nearly panting as the smell of your arousal–all you feel is hot, dizzying lust. 

To see the wild lust lurking beneath that noble veneer, to open your eyes, trembling through the aftershocks of an orgasm, and see the sheer hunger in his face as he strokes his cock. The way his fangs sink into you speaks of rapidly fraying control, sending agonizing ecstasy pumping through you as he makes you come again.

You enjoy teasing him. It’s a dangerous game to play in front of the ever-observant residents, especially a certain author who would love nothing more than to see you seduce their sire. You had nearly gotten caught just once, when he had had enough of your games. 

A brush of your fingers, over his shoulder. A stroke of your thumb over his knuckles, and if you were feeling bold, weaving your fingers through his hair. A lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth and feel the air between you grow heavy. Just a quick pet at the nape of his neck and pulling away before he could lean into your touch. 

He always catches on almost right away, and gives you serene smile in response, a gentle warning. Only once had his patience spun out of his control and he pinned you to a bookshelf in the library, slipping a hand under your dress as he crushed his mouth to yours, hissing when he discovered the lack of a barrier between your legs.

You were sure he would have taken you right there if not for the sudden, loud whistling of a jaunty tune–a hint that you weren’t alone in the library. Still, he had considered it for a moment. You could tell by the look on his face–all he had to do was make sure you stayed quiet. 

But then Leonardo started singing, completely off-key and almost insistently, as if warning him off. It was the confused whispers from Isaac, no doubt wondering if Leonardo had lost his mind, that finally had your beau stepping away.

Even now, as you pour him his afternoon tea, you can feel his eyes doing a full sweep of your figure, longing and wondering. He’d been away on business for the past two weeks and you’ve missed him terribly. He had only gotten back yesterday, and you’ve somehow had your hands full with errands and tasks for the residents and no time to spend in his arms.

Although, if you must be perfectly honest, you have had a little fun leaving him with affectionate kisses and tender whispers before you rush off to attend to the next task. 

“How is your day going, ma chérie?” he asks, accepting the cup with a soft smile. 

“Well enough, I’d say. Sebas is going to teach me how to make coq au vin, so please look forward to that!” you inform him, stars in your eyes. You pretend not to notice the way his smile grows just a tad strained, no doubt at the realization that you’ll have your plate full today as well. 

“I can’t wait to try it.” His sincerity is genuine, though, and you have to restrain yourself from climbing into his lap, striding over to the door instead. “Darling?”

You turn back to see him hesitating, searching your face for something before sinking back into his armchair. 

“Have a wonderful day.” 

There’s hunger in his eyes and your heart pounds within its cage. 

“You too. I love you,” you add, unable to help it, and you’re glad you did because of the tiny smile curling along his mouth as he echoes the words back at you. 

This waiting game can’t go on much longer. He hasn’t lost his composure the way you had secretly hoped to see, but it seems that his patience is running out.

You rarely find chances to spend together during the day, and today is no different. Dinner takes up much of your time, and after you find yourself swept up in conversation with Napoleon and Isaac, cleaning up takes more time than you had hoped.

As Sebastian shares what he had discovered about Napoleon’s sparring preferences, while you dissolve into helpless giggles at his enthusiastic reenactment as you scrub the dishes, the Count stops by for more tea. 

“Ah, still here? It’s quite late, you must be tired.” He watches over the rim of his teacup as you study at a plate, before wiping at a barely-visible smudge.

“We’re nearly done, Sir. Not to worry though, it’s always fun when we work together,” your companion assures him, and you shoot him a quick grin.

“That’s right. And we do make a great time, don’t we?” You raise your hand, and with a half-hearted roll of his eyes, Sebastian smacks his palm against yours. 

“I suppose we do.” 

You turn to Comte just in time to catch his small smile, and your own fades slightly as he turns to leave with a low, murmured goodnight. 

Even as you hurry through your bath, rushing to your room to change and don a thin robe, the hint of melancholy in his smile stays with you and apprehension courses through your veins. 

It wasn’t quite jealousy. It’s tempting to play that game, but usually, you avoiding it. He’s a gentle, benevolent man, but the Count does not wear jealousy well. Thankfully, the only resident you run into on your way to his room is Vincent, who asks no questions, only wishing you a pleasant night with a knowing smile. 

His chambers are empty and you find him standing in the balcony instead, the summer evening pleasant and soothing on your skin as you step out. His head is tilted back, and you realize he seems to be studying the night sky. With the soft, shimmering moonlight eager to paint him in its subtle tones, there’s an ethereal glow beneath his skin.

He shines brighter in the sunlight, but in this moment he truly looks like one untouched by the grasping hands of death in any of its forms, blessed by Selene herself or perhaps, she chose another form, one that is surely far more beautiful than any other. You wonder if that makes you Endymion, the spellbound mortal to his smitten immortal, desperate to do whatever it takes so you never leave his side, destined to be together forever–but only in your dreams. 

“Come join me, ma chérie.” He sounds almost distracted, and curiosity bubbles up as you step up next to him. 

He’s more underdressed than you’ve ever seen him outside his room; clad only in his white shirt and slim pants. He always appears to be svelte, but with the soft fabric stretching taut over his shoulders, clinging to his narrow waist, you can only try to keep your eyes off his backside. An unbuttoned collar reveals a slender neck, his tie hanging loosely over his chest, his sleeves rolled up to his toned forearms, a glass of half-finished blanc in one hand.

He doesn’t look away from the sky, staring at the stars as if they hold the answer to all his questions. You choose to look at the moon while it observes the stars, studying him quietly, wanting to get closer before thinking better of it and coming to a halt, waiting for him to gather his thoughts. 

Always out of reach, but always returning to you. 

Or perhaps you’re the moonflower instead. Yearning for the light, for it to find you. With its quiet, yet all-consuming love; too bright for you at times, but even if you close your eyes you know its there, its soft light embracing you, giving itself over to you and sinking into your bones, its love unchanging. You thrive in his arms, blooming to life at his touch, the marks left on your skin always fading but you’re content to keep the one left on your heart, a quiet claiming.

He sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, caramel bangs falling haphazardly over his forehead, before turning to you with a rueful smile that breaks you out of your musing. He finishes his drink with one last sip and sets the glass down to the side, on top of the balustrade.

“Forgive me, darling. I’m feeling a little out of sorts tonight.” 

The muted atmosphere falls away as he turns his back on the sky to look at you, and you wonder if the stars think him foolish for it.

“Anything I can help with?” You take his hand in yours, clasping it between your palms and watch as a hint of mischief upturns his lips. And you realize it doesn’t matter if all the planets in the sky call you fools, as long as he never stops smiling at you.

“Perhaps. All day, I feel as if my most precious, mon trésor, has been a tad elusive.” He reaches out to tuck an errant lock of your ear behind your ear, his finger trailing down the length of your jaw as you tilt your head, adopting a thoughtful look.

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

“Not at all,” he agrees, assuming a downcast expression, although his eyes still glint with purpose. “Every time I reach for her, she slips right through my fingers, leaving with me nothing but the memory of her warmth.” 

“Oh, but that’s dreadful,” you gasp, holding his hand up to your chest. “What fool would try to elude you?” 

He smiles a little, leaning in conspiratorially, his mouth ghosting the shell of your ear. You can barely keep from smiling as your stomach clenches in your anticipation. 

“One who takes joy in teasing her poor, desperate lover,” he breathes, winding an arm around your waist as you try to slip away, your palms braced against his firm chest. “All day, she smiles at me, and with every smile I’m left wanting nothing more than to kneel before her and take everything she chooses to give me.” 

His next breath leaves him on a shudder as you turn your head, your lips skimming the length of his jaw.

“With a man like you, is there really ever a choice? You make a woman want to give you everything she has.” 

His smile is truer as he kisses the tip of your nose, while the hand on your hip inches lower. His eyes are bright, almost glowing and you’re struck mute as you watch his long lashes flutter. “As I should. After all, when a woman holds the power to take her lovesick fool apart with a smile, the fool can only try to aim for the same.” 

“If this fool tries anymore, there won’t be anything left to take.” 

“And, perhaps, then I’ll stop fearing her distance.” His lips trace the length of your neck, his nose pressing to your skin as he inhales deeply. “And the fear of her being ripped from my arms will fade.”

You press your lips to his temples, love and sadness tight leashes around your heart. “Then I suppose I’ll keep giving you everything I have.” 

His palm slides further down to cup the swell of your rear. “Your love?” 

You kiss his cheek. “You have it.” 

His licks at the pulse point on your neck, and you tremble in his grasp. “Your body?” 

“Yours.” A gasp leaves you when he sucks at the skin harshly, satisfied at the mark blooming to life. There’s a scrape of something sharp against soft flesh, and your knees grow weaker when you realize it’s the sharp-edged tip of a fang. 

“Your happiness?” He tugs at the sash holding your robe together, loosening it to reveal your underthings. Brimming with his desire, his eyes are molten gold as they bore into yours.

“With you.” He kisses you, gentle and deep. Your hands meet at the nape of his neck, tugging him down so you can slip your tongue into his mouth. A low noise of protest escapes you as he pulls away to kiss his way up to your ear. 

“And yet, you’ve been denying us both the pleasure of each other’s company.” He nips at the lobe of your ear, squeezing your ass gently, his tone dipping into something sly as he continues. “Then I see you laughing without a care with Sebastian. I...I cannot help but wonder if I’ve robbed you of the happiness you deserve.” 

You can’t help the quick roll of your eyes. “Any happiness I deserve is the kind I want.” Your fist the hair at the back of his head, tugging it back to look him in the eyes. They waver in the face of your fierce affection, his lips parted as you tug harder, but you don’t back down. “And I want you.” 

He sighs, but his chest quivers beneath your touch.

“Such ferocity. And no power in the world could make me give that up.” He isn’t teasing anymore, but he slips a thigh between your legs, using his grip on your ass to pull you forward. Your fingers dig into his shirt as you try not to gasp. “Ah, I’m afraid you are stuck with me.” 

You run a hand through his hair as he ducks his head to pepper kisses all over your neck, and down to your collarbone. 

His tongue draws slow, maddening circles over your skin. “So earlier in the kitchen...that wasn’t an attempt to drive me to jealousy?” 

 “I barely have to attempt, but no, it wasn’t.” You hide a sly smile in his hair. “Why, were you actually jealous?” 

“I’ll admit I do find myself rather put out when I can’t have you all to myself. And knowing how deeply you’re coveted…” He pauses. “So you were playing games.” He lifts a breast from the soft fabric of your bustier, tucking the cloth underneath as he squeezes it gently. Even as your body begins to throb under his ministrations, you throw a nervous look over his shoulder to ensure nobody’s in the gardens. “And the roses you received in my absence?” 

You roll your eyes, half-hearted this time, even as your heart attempts to inch its way to your throat. “A gift for you, no doubt, from your oldest friend.” 

He chuckles, soft and dark, and it goes straight to your pussy “A gift for me they were not. Perhaps an attempt to entice my lady love while I was away?” 

“A failed one, then. My heart is perfectly content where it is,” you retort, a pleased smile breaking across his expression before he clears his throat and looks at you seriously. 

“Even so. The very thought of somebody else’s hands on you–a touch uninvited by us, that is–I will not stand for it.” 

“What do you suggest we do, then?” A soft palm slips down his abdomen, and he smirks down at you.

“I have a few suggestions. Each more depraved than the previous, and none you will approve of.” 

His mouth closes over a nipple, sucking harshly, and this time you do moan.

“So-somebody might hear us!” Even so, you push his thigh back to push your hips into his, your lips parting at the press of his clothed arousal between your legs.

“Good. I feel that they can all do with a reminder of who you chose. Including me.” He bites down and you’re helpless to your combined lust in the way you grind against his erection. “This should be a fact they can never forget.“ 

In a quick movement, he’s shifted your positions, leaving you half-sitting on the balustrade. And then he’s sinking down to his knees, urgently planting hot kisses on the inside of your thighs as he spreads them. You can’t tear your eyes away from the entrance to the balcony, afraid that someone will walk in. 

A soft click catches your attention and, incredulous, you look down to see him looking all too pleased with himself, holding your foot up to admire a delicate anklet studded with–

“Those better not be real,” you warn, and he simply smiles at you, pressing his lips to your ankle as his other hand slides up your leg. His tongue traces the skin surrounding the jewelled band, and all the fight leaves you, not that there was much of it in the first place.

He looks happy, after all.

He pets your clothed sex, moving on too smoothly for your liking. “Sometimes, I wonder. What would they think, if they smell you on my breath?” 

He pulls the barrier of your panties aside; you can barely suck in a breath before you feel his tongue, hot and deliberate as it sweeps along your glistening slit. 

“My, my. You’re nearly drenched. Does making me suffer bring you this much pleasure?” he teases, smiling up at you before closing his lips around your swelling clit. Your teeth sink into your lip as you hold your voice back, but he presses his teeth to the flesh, almost biting lightly and a loud cry forces its way out. Your hands are wrapped around the surface of the railing, knuckles white with strain, and with each second he spends sucking at your bundle of nerves your moans get frustratingly louder. “Good girl, let me hear you.” 

You freeze when voices from the garden reach your straining ears. His tongue pushes past your entrance.

He won’t stop. 

You can feel it building in you, the slow, familiar sweep of pleasure ready to greet you, and you know you don’t really want the others to hear you scream as you come. Your thoughts begin to cloud over, and you have to act. 

“Please?” you whimper, threading your fingers through his hair. He freezes in place. “Not here.” 

He peeks up at you, groaning when he catches sight of your face, lower lip jutting out and eyes pleading with him. “Princess, how am I supposed to punish you when you make that face?” 

“I’m sorry,” you say as sincerely as possible, your smile clear in your voice. 

“I shouldn’t be lenient,” he mutters, kissing the skin where your thigh meets your hip. “And it’s so lovely out here.” 

You reach down to cup his cheek, unwavering in the face of his pouting. It’s the Van Gogh brothers down in the gardens, and you’re sure one of them will end you if you subject his brother to the sight of the Count taking you in the balcony. “Do you really want someone to see us?”

He hums, kissing your palm. “Maybe.” 

You fight to keep the grin off your face as you school your face into something thoughtful and shy.  “I could...I could show you how I’ve been touching myself while you’ve been away. I’ve missed you so much, I...did it almost every day.” 

He stares at you. 

“You, mon coeur, are bad, bad woman.” Desire flashes, burning bright, in his eyes. “Fine, if that’s what you wish.” 

You can only laugh as, before you can feign innocence, he sweeps you into his arms, tugging your robe closed as he practically sprints through the doors. His growls at the way you lick down his neck are warnings, the flash of his fangs at you arousing you more than you would have once thought possible. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night, wondering if I should just give in and sneak into your room. Wake you up with a sweet kiss or with your cock in my mouth,” you whisper in his ear, sucking at his earlobe. “You always like that.”

“___,” he warns, even as his grip tightens. “I’m not joking, my love. Say another word and you’ll live to regret it.” 

You nod solemnly. He looks satisfied as you grow closer to his chambers. Just as the doors are in sight, you catch his attention with a quick oh! 

“I used the hairbrush you gave me once. Just a little bit–”

He kicks the doors open and tosses you on the bed, striding back to slam them shut. There’s that dark, unforgiving sort of lust in his eyes and it’s exactly what you’ve been craving. You slip your robe off your shoulders as his thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, leaning over you to get them off as you pull the bustier over your head.

“On your back. Spread your legs, you know what to do. I want you ready for me.” He brushes your hair away from your forehead. “And darling–you will not come.” 

Your fingers pause in their light stroking. 

“Comte?” 

“I know you heard me. Your first for the night will be with me. Allow me this, please.” He runs a warm palm up the length of your leg, and to your slight surprise, he takes a seat next to you instead. “Go on, show me.” 

You’re inexplicably nervous at first, with him looming over you, but with the way his hands glide over every inch of your skin, tender yet possessive, and his mouth sampling wherever it pleases–it doesn’t take long before your hips are jerking up into your hand. His fingers caress your soft breasts, tugging at the pebbled peaks, sucking until they appear nearly swollen.

You peek up at him, catching the slight bob of his throat as he looks at the fingers sinking into your heat. You don’t think twice before slipping them out and holding them up to his mouth, and he takes them into his mouth with a soft groan and you take this wonderful opportunity to peek at the tent at the front of his pants.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he says, but doesn’t stop licking until your skin is free of your slick. 

“You just looked so hungry, I couldn’t help it.” He doesn’t argue and doesn’t fight you when you pull him down next to you. He just watches you, fervent and patient, breath growing heavier as you unbutton his shirt before shifting your attention to his pants, tugging them down his toned thighs, smiling at the wet spot in his silk underpants before you help him pull them off.

His hips jerk up when your tongue circles his nipples, his hands digging into the sheets as you lick a warm path across his collarbone, a choked groan leaving him when your hand sneaks past his neglected cock to cup his balls. But as you’d suspected, his patience is nowhere to be found tonight as he groans and yanks you up into a torrid kiss.

“I thought you were going to punish me,” you manage to ask in between his heated kisses, hot jolts of arousal sparking through you at his weak moans as you stroke his cock, spreading his slick along the length. 

“Later,” he mumbles, dragging his tongue along your jaw, his abdomen taut as he twists under your touch. “Later. I need you.” 

He sits up, his tongue still licking into your mouth, and his hands are everywhere. On the nape of your neck, down your spine, digging into your waist, squeezing your ass. Urgent, needy sounds escape his mouth and send your blood pumping through you. 

It’s one of those nights.

You hold him close, even as he moans at the slow rut of your hips against his, your dripping entrance sliding over his length and back, and his fingers dig into your skin as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, lips never too far from yours.

There are times when he loves a slow, unhurried seduction, to woo you and take his time pampering you. And there are times when he all he needs is to lose himself in your heat, needs you to peel back his carefully crafted layers and dig into the man underneath, to pull him out and hold him to your chest. This man who loses his composure, who throws his head back on a near-silent moan as you sink onto his length, who clings to you as you begin a quick, harsh tempo. 

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, your voice breaking, spine arching when he slips in deeper. “I’ve got you.” 

He holds on to your hips when you falter, stopping you from rising up and keeping his cock deep in you. “Ma moité. If I could, I would stay here forever. I would keep you in my bed, bury myself in you and never move again.” 

“Fu-,” you gasp as he grinds deeper, as if trying to gain access to your very soul, to get his hands on what makes you you and hoard it for himself. He thrusts up, his grip on your hips helping you move against him, forcing you harder onto his cock.

“Mm. Je t'aime et je t'aimerai pour toujours.” You shudder as his honeyed tone roughens into a rumble. He kisses you, hard and fast, and your mind can’t muster up a coherent thought as he bounces you in his lap. 

Comte stops to rise to his knees and press you into the bed, hooking your legs around his waist. He continues to push deeper, with his cock and his body, until your legs are bent, thighs nearly touching your sides. 

“Hold on tight, darling.”

You’re going to need tomorrow off, you realize in a distant part of your mind as he rears back to slam his hips into yours. Your head crashes back into the plush mattress, muscles straining as you try to meet his thrusts. The refined persona sheds completely and his fangs slip out, and your breath catches in your throat, your cunt clenching tight in the face of the other side of him. His hair is in complete disarray, falling wildly around him, his eyes are all greed and lust, but his hands are gentle as they slip into yours and pin them above your head. 

“You’re so beautiful. So bright,” he murmurs, pressing rough kisses over your breasts, groaning at the taste of your skin.  And you can only laugh, at this moon turned man kissing his devotion onto your skin when you’re burning inside out with desire and elation, when you’ve managed to draw the moon down into your arms and hold him in your arms. 

“I love you,” you sob, trembling with the force of his thrusts and the ardour in his gaze. The anklet jiggles where it hangs over your ankle. You drop your head back, baring your throat to him and you can feel him struggle with his overwhelming need as he whines low in his throat and leans in.

“And I love you.”

His fangs graze your skin ever so lightly even as he pounds into you, and with one last thought of how there probably hadn’t been any point in retreating to the bedroom, you scream as his fangs break through the barrier of your skin. One of his hands slips between your legs, pressing insistently. 

“My name, ma chérie. Say my name.” 

It leaves you on a broken moan as you come hard around him, your walls squeezing him frantically, and his hips stutter as he continues to suck greedily, his sinful moans muffled by your skin. You can’t stop trembling as he pumps himself into you, mind-numbing pleasure stealing your mind away. His mouth leaves your skin just as he loses control, a warmth filling your trembling sex as you watch him swallow dazedly. 

His pupils are blown almost completely wide as his licks around the edges of his lips, hips slowing to a stop as you both look at each other, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat. His blinks rapidly at the taste of your blood, looking half-intoxicated, eyes raking over your flushed skin and wild hair.

“...are you alright?” he asks gently, and you can’t quite speak just yet, nodding mutely in response. He licks the puncture wound clean, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up, shuffling around the bed until he relaxes back into the pillows with you clinging to him, his softening length still buried in you. “Could we stay like this for a while?” 

“Mm. Yes, please,” you finally mumble, and he holds you tighter, smoothing his hand up and down your back. “Feels nice.”

He laughs softly, and you muster up all your strength to shift up and kiss him straight on the mouth, the taste of copper strong on your tongue. You brush past it insistently, tangling your tongue with his as you swallow his soft noises. He keeps you there, breath mingling, smiling fondly as you fight to keep your eyes open, your skin pleasantly warm against his.

His skin is bright with the afterglow, every line of his face relaxed, and you marvel at how unguarded he looks right now. Even now, moonlight falls in through the windows, trying to reach him, but he’s content to kiss the tip of your nose with a soft mwah, repeating it despite your complaints about sweat. You return it, stretching up to reach his nose, and it turns into a swift exchange of kisses until you’re both smiling like complete fools.

“...Did you really use the hairbrush?”  He sighs softly, tucking your head under his chin. “I would love to see that, but I can always get you better toys.”

Your responding snort is more amused than disgruntled. “Would that include ones I can use on you?”

He’s quiet for a moment, before pressing his slow smile into your hair, the rise and fall of his chest steady under your cheek.

“Mm. Anything you want.” 

Translations:

ma chérie: my darling 

mon trésor: my treasure

Mon moité: my (other/better) half

Je t'aime et je t'aimerai pour toujours: I love you and I will always love you/I will love you forever

ending note bc I can’t shut up: the moon was so gorgeous last night, I actually stepped out to get a better look. It seemed to have an almost golden tint to it, which made me think ‘Ah, yes. Comte.’ And then I rushed back in. Yes I’m that b*tch. Romance, baby. its 6 am i havent slept 

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Trophy chapter four

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult Themes Dubcon,Controlling Behaviour, Swearing, Smut +18 Only

Chapter 0ne Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter five Chapter Six

Your escape doesn’t go as planned as Henry reveals just how much power he truly has.

You were just over a week into your 'stay' at Henry's manor and had just about had enough. Youd spent the last few days in a constant fit of frustration. I had become very clear in the first few days that you were nothing more than a toy, a doll for him to coo over and manipulate. Or maybe a better way to discribe it was the girl in a childs music box being made to dance when ever the owner decided to open the lid. Either way you felt trapped used and helpless, at first he made sure you spent as much time as possible together taking you to the office when he had to work, sitting you on the sofa with a book or parade you around the house.

After that he would put you in what became your daily cell tho never alone if he wasnt with you kal was. Day after day you were left in here a freshly decorated room that youd heard the guards refer to as the play room, it was like a large airy living room like somthing from pintrest a plush looking corner sofa around a light coffee table,large tv on the wall above the fireplace with games consoles neatly tucked away,two floor to ceiling book cases either side ,there was a cabinet full of dvds and games behind the sofa opposite there was a sideboard filled with sketch books, pens and pencils ect and a two seat small dining table sat between the two cabinets. The room was a mix of soft pale pinks and blues and was chock full of soft furnishings pillows and various blankets draped here and there and huge faux fur rug . The window was locked being ground level ,that was the first thing you checked when left alone ,not that you'd get far across the gravel drive he had made a point not to give you shoes. The saying bare foot in the kitchen sprung to mind.

He would visit you when you were in here at lunch forcing you to eat with threats of spanking sometimes worse. Being treated like a child was wearing thin and to be quiet honest you were becoming scared,finding it easier to go along with his insanity, you called him daddy without a thought somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it was wrong but after just over a week he had managed to drum it into you. It was frighteing just how quickly you could be conditioned you had to get out soon. He was overbearing always helping himself to you, kissing ,touching and generally trying to act as if you were a couple until you did something he didnt like then it was back to threats and reality hit.

Today was slightly different you woke up curled on your side his henry lazily running his finger through your hair you squinted rubbing your eyes as he leant over kissing your shoulder before running hi hand across your tummy spreading out his fingers and pulling you back against his crotch, he rocked against your bottom groaning quietly into your hair as you felt his cock springing to life he grinded harder against you before shuffling pinning you flat on your back straddling you pulling your legs to rest either side of his hips you whined in protest trying to shuffle from under him when he pulled you down tight against him he just tilted his head raising and eyebrow. The warning was clear behave. He rubbed against your mound sliding his cock along the seam pf your pussy. You closed your eyes tight already feeling the arousal build inside of you dreading what was to come, you couldnt help how your body reacted you tried to just let him get on with it but each morning he managed to coax you into participating a little more, not letting you distance yourself any longer. He grunted low i his throat as he pumped himself against you resting his weight on his hips one hand cuped the top of his cock squeezing it against you as he pushed it against your clit. You gasped as you felt his throbbing cock against you pulling high pitched moans and whines as you bit your lip trying to keep quiet. He chuckled

"Oh fuck... thats it baby girl ...come on let daddy hear you." You shook your head back and forth as your pussy weeped onto him soaking both of you you found your self panting hard when he groaned grabbing one of your hands replacing his over his cock you tried pulling away and he growled at you.

"Stay still baby.... fuck thats it good girl.. your so good for daddy" he groaed deep as he sped up before leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your collar bone then kissed up to your lips trying to pry your mouth open you turned your head away. He sighed moving his hand into the boxers that you wore finding your swollen clit flicking and pinching harshly causing you to buck and cry out, he quickly took the opportunity to invade your mouth tasting your tongue sucking you into a passionate kiss he let go of your hand placing his hand pressing your knee up to your torso spreading you out for him rubbing his cock faster with jerky thrusts skimming your opening with every movement you gripped the sheets twisting them as you felt your walls trying to clench onto him desperate for him to fill you you rocked back against him looseing yourself in him as he smothered you he released your mouth biting down on your neck leaving a mark alongside yesterdays. You became hot, to hot as you flushed under him chasing your own end grinding up against him

"Oh! oh god please! Please i cant" you babbled incoherently as he repositioned his hand thumbing your clit and thrusting into you harshly with his fingers bouncing your body across the bed you let out a load moan as his hand worked furiously rubbing amd curling his finding your soft spot befor zeroing in and running his fingers harshly across it you cired bucking out at him unsure of you wanted hi to go faster or get off your climax built and he chuckled as your clamped down on his fingers to the point of pain

"Aww baby you want to cum dont you? Thats it good girl so good is it to much?" he didnt relent still masaging that spot you nodded and cried tears falling down your face you couldnt breath it was to much

"Then cum, its ok you can cum, cum for daddy ,all over daddies fingers" you hated how his wods pushed you over the edge and even then he didnt stop he seemed to double his efforts when you arched violently with a silent scream gushing over his fingers he continued moving draggin out your orgasm he moved higher running the underside of his cock across your mound with stuttering hips.

"Oh..OH shit YES YES fuck! OH GOD Little one fuck" he let out a long gruntle moan as he finished spraying cum up your front you both laid there panting. Shame washed over you like it had done every morning he did this. You felt dirty and used he rolled on his side tucking you in his arms kissing your head praising you for how good you were and telling you how much he loved you as you curled ijto him wetting his tinto him overwhelmed. After a few moments the saddness past and you laid stock still against him as he pulled you to lie across him head on his chest stroking your hair once again.

"Iv got to go out today pet. I trust youll be good whne im gone and if your lucky I'll get you a treat" you froze at his words gojng out... that meant youd be alone the thlught filled you with dread and anticipation.

"If your naughty you will regret it when i get back."you both laid there for what felt like hours he wouldnt let you move. Tho he finally let out a breath and ushered you to the bath room showering with you. After getting dressed and having breakfast he left and you noticed he didnt put you any where. You dread to think what he was doing. But you were left the run of the house. So here you sat in the kitchen alone in the huge house apart from the security he kept on site. 'This was it.. or was it a test?..' you raced to the living room window and watched an expensive car leave the gates at the bottom of the drive as it dissapeared behinde the wall that clossed off the property. You debated in your head if he was just waiting to see if you were going to try and run or not. You had to try, somthing was happening to you here ,you didnt like how complacent you were getting with him. It was cruel really the only person that was aloud to interact with you was him, you find yourself almost craving him, you enjoyed his praise lapping it up liike a love sick school girl.

Deciding that this may be the last time you could escape before it was to late you walked into the kitchen slowly as not to alert anyone to your plan even tho your heart was racing ten to the dozen. Quickly and quietly you pulled a small packet of plasters from one of the draws. Throught out your stay you learnt a few things all the doors leading outside and your 'play room' had pressure alarms built in you'd set one off on your forth day trying to get out into the garden resulting in another painfull and very embarassing spanking in the kitchen then experienced your first corner time, the other thing you learnt were all the guards had shifts and patrol routes the house ran like clockwork youd freighed interest in him and he'd waffled on about how it wasnt all bad and he'd take you out when you'd acclimated to your new life then boasted about the cars he had in the basment garage but you'd 'never get to drive one as driving these fast cars is to dangerous for his baby girl'. Tho you hadnt made a thing of it you kept the information locked away youd been behaving hopeing he would let down his gaurd. Once you got the plasters you put them in the pocket of your cardigan and grabbed a butter knife hooking it in the back of your jeans wedging it just under the tight waist band.

"What are you still doing in here? Get to the playroom" you screamed in suprize as the voice came out of no where you spun round faceing the man and nodded walking past him quickly.

"Wait. What have you been doing in here?" He said grabbing your arm pulling you to a stop you huffed tugging your arm.

"Let go i havent done anything" you twisted around as he patted you down you froze mouth going dry as you thought he was going to find the knife in your jeans he didnt instead his hands found the packet of plasters the cocked an eyebrow

"Im doing some crafts today these are incase i get a paper cut...im clumsy and tthought i should take a pack the keep in there just incase" he eyed you for a few seconds befor smirking at you

"So the princess was sneaking about for some plasters, im suprised you werent trying to sneak candy, would be more fitting for his baby girl." He laughed as you glared at him venomously

"Fuck you ,you cunt" you spat in his face he growled before grabbing your arm in a bruising grip dragging you out of the kitchen down the hall as you screamed at him, a few others poked their heads around to watch asking what was wrong as you were dragged down the hall once outside your day room he stopped pressing a card to the reader next to the handle disarming the door and answered their qeustioning stares.

"Nothing just a temper tantrum im sure she will regret later when Boss finds out." He turned back to you.

"He might even make a show of it, i wouldnt mind seeing her bent over" you growled as he opend the door throwing you in , grunting as you landed hard on the floor he whistled for kal and let the dog enter behind you befor shutting the door arming the device again. Shaking away tears in your eyes as you heard then others laugh about how theyd love to see 'a piece of that ass' kal sat beside you nudging you for a cuddle you hugged him breathing deep nuzzling his thick fur, he was the only company you enjoyed here after snuggling with him a few minuets you pulled away putting your plan into action you got out suome supplies fro the art cupborads scattering them hear and there to make it look like you had been drawing, hopefully if anyone came in and found you missing they would assume that you had asked one of the others to let you use the bathroom as the ensuite to this room wasnt finished. You aproached the door pulling out the knife and lowered it to the door handle, the worst thing about this system was that you werent technically locked in, the door opend but set off an alarm that was indicated by a small red flashing light on the card reading panel. Breathing deep you pulled out a plaster removing the tabs on it sticking oneside to your finger. Gentle you pulled down on the handle until you couldnt anymore easing the knife alongside the door pushing on the plate you pivoted your body opeing the door enough to get your hand in the gap and stuck the plaster over the bottom of the pressure plate securing it down. Holding your breath you waited a few moments before summerizing that it had worked when noone came rushing down the hall you quickly slipped thrpugh the door catching kal befor he could make his way out and shut the door fully. You blinked then jumped for joy you could bearly see the edge of plaster on the frame. Quickly you jogged to the end of the hall ducking low realising that not having shoes might be a god send as you were almost silent as you moved you got another plaster ready on your hand as you ducked and dived behind the counters in the kitchen making your way around to the door Henry had left through.'it must have been to the garage' you though you made quick work of the door not waiting to see if the alarm had set off as you heard foot steps coming your way you slipped through the door closing it behinde you and ran down the stairs into a large garage on the left there was lots of hooks with keys on them you toke shaky breaths scanning them befor looking over the cars there must have been about eleven in total ranging from massive range rovers to calssy two seater sports cars. 'I need on that can blend in, a hatch back or somthing, maybe a saloon' you thought running down the line of cars the most normal looking one was a Jag you quickly ran to the keys looking for a set with the same logo as the car finding two you grabbed them both pushing unlock on one set seing another car across light up you threw them on the floor using the other one to unlock the car getting in quickly you felt your tummy tie itself in knots turning on the ignition and pulled the seat forward you put on your seatbelt out of habbit then dojng a small cheer when you saw it was an automatic you put it in drive wincing as it growled to life louder then it needed to be you pulled it up to the garage door and it opend you pulled it forward going up the bank once at the top you saw a gaurd stopping staring befor shouting out to the others.

"Dont let the gate open!!" You panicked and floored it the car took off down the drive skidding you a stop near the gate the instantly began rolling open. On gaurd was sprinting down the drive behinde you. You looked down for a button to look the doors finding it by the window controls you flicked it on and heard the click at all four doors locked lokking up you saw the gate had stopped half way you spun the wheel throwing the scar around squeezing the car throuh the gate clipping the wing mirror off in the process putting your foot down you gave a triumphant shout as you tore down the road away from that house. Leaning back into the seat relaxing as you made yourway towards the town, it was the only way to get to the motorway that would lead out of the area. You wiped tears from your eyes as as relief flooded you sobs wracked your body the drive to the town took longer than you thought it would and you were suspicious as no one had chased you from the house and had spent the whole drive flinching at every car that pulled up behind you. Pulling up to a round about you stopped recognising the area deciding to take a less busy route pulling off to the outskirts of town you parked up into a superstore looking threw the car for money finding a few £20 notes a tap at the window you screamed turning it was a police officer you gulped looking in the rearveiw mirror seeing a squad car pulled up behind you blocking you in, he indicated for you to roll down the window.

"Yes can i help you?" You asked trying to sound normal

"Miss did you realise your missing a wing mirror?" You followed his gaze and smiled meekly. Getting a bad feeling in your gut.

"Yes, its my boyfreids car i borrowed it and hit a sign back there im going to book it in now hopefully get it done and he wont find out i hurt his baby" you ended with a chuckle patting the steering wheel he didn't look convinced and motioned for his colleague to join him

"Uh huh, so are you insured to drive this car? Sure you didnt hit another car?" You shook your head

" Well i hope im insured he said hed made me a name driver and no i didnt hit anyone, the car caught me by suprize i hadnt realised how much oommf it had and still getting used to the size its a bit wider then mine." You explained hoping you were convincing enough he smiled the held out his hand to you.

"Can i see your licence?" You froze then pretended to look around the car for it

"Oh shit i dont have my bag on me sorry can i give you my name instead and you can look it up on the system?" You pleaded hoping that he would let this one go

"So you dont have your purse on you? When your taking his car to the garage to get it fixed?.... yeah im gonna have to ask you to step out of the car now." He said moving back from the door you looked behind you panicking there was no way to pull out.

"Wh-what? Why?" You cried out as he put his hand in the car opeing the door

"No! No you cant do this you dont understand please!" You shouted at him as he undid your seatbelt pulling you out of the car cuffing your hands behind your back reading you your rights.

"Your under arrest for car theft,careless driving and driving with out insurance , you have the right to remain silent anything you do say can harm your defence and used in court ,Call it in we found Mr cavills car" you froze, hed called in that his car had been stolen. He used the police to track you. You wailed twisting against him as you realised why no one had chased you, he was using the police to bring you back to him.you cried as he dragged you to the squad car.

"NO! You dont understand he kidnapped me! Please you have to let me go! He's mad he locked me up please you have to help me." You kicked out as he forced you into the back seat on the car slamming the door you sobbed in the back seat as they locked up the jag and got in the front of the car.

"Please do make me go back i dont know what he'll do" you cried pitifully they sighed looking at you threw the plexiglass.

"Im sorry love there's nothing we can do for you... i wish there was but its our asses on the line" then he started the car driving towards the station. It wasnt long befor you found yourself in a cell heavy metal door between you and your escape laying on the bed crying and terrified of whats to come. Panicking everytime you heard foot steps down the hall thinking it was him. It was over an hour later when you jumped as the heavy lock on your door opened with a loud bang revealing a calm looking Henry standing beside a sympathetic looking officer he shooed them away.

"Give us a minute" he didnt take his eyes off you as he stepped into the room seemed to take over the small space you shuddered backing away from him sending a pleading look to the officer who ingored you and left.

"Well pet have you got that out of your system now?" He said crossing the cell in large strides his suit jacket hung over one arm that was in his pocket. You shook your head crying

"Pl-please im sorry i-i had to" you flinched as he brought his hand to your face. Smoothing back your hair

"Sshhh shh its ok now everything is going to be fine" he calmed you pulling his outher hand up wiping your tears away before for twisting his fist in your hair you yelped clawing at his hand trying to relieve the pain in your scalp.

"You've been a very very naughty girl havent you?" He tugged your hair back forcing you to look at him still wiping your face with his other. It summed him up caring and kind yet brutal and cruel. He grinned a sadistic grin

"I should let you know that im not pressing charges, what kind of boyfreind would i be if i did?" He teased you letting you know he was told your cover story you cried in pain as he dragged you the few steps towards him forcing you onto your tip toes

"STOP! Please Henry your hurting me!" He tutted at you looking at his watch

"Three hours away from the house and were back to Henry? What happened to Daddy? Well it doesnt matter i hope now you realise that there is no escape. You cannot run or hide from me love i have eyes everywhere." He lowerd you back down releasing your hair clutching you to his chest trapping you in a strong grip as you sobbed shaking like a leaf more out of anxiety then anything else.

"Shh shh. its ok little one... i know its been a scary day getting out , nearly crashing into the gate and then being arrested? its all going to be ok, now that you've got this out of your system you can finally settle at home. Ihave been waiting for this little blow up from you i was beginning to think the gun fiasco was it" His words filled you with dread as you began to sink in this was it for you, that there was no way out, he would find you at some point. Rocking you backwards and forwards with your arms trapped at your side he tucked his nose into your hair kissing it every so often.

"Tho this is probably my fault it was enavitable for you to try and run again, i havent trained you properly yet, not givin you the attention you truly need, but dont worry we will start once we get home. I want you to know daddies not angry, no no he's just dissapointed" he pulled back draping his jacket over your shoulders.

"I hope you know that your still in serious trouble when we get home young lady i warned you this morning that youd regret playing up" he murmmerd into your ear as he walked you out of the cell down to the reception he didnt hold you because he didnt need to there was nowhere you could go.

"Mr cavill would you sign these ,I assume your not pressing charges?" Henry looked up winking at you

"No no my girlfriend couldnt help herself, she's like a child in that respect no self restraint. Never thinks of her consequences" You shuddered catching the his unspoken threat looking down as tears of humiliation the officer chuckled as Henry said this sighing his name

"Well she does look distraught, dont be to hard on the little thing I'd jump at the chance to drive one of those myself."

Henry laughed out loud drawing some attention from the others in the waiting room

"Oh dont you worry about her, she'll find a way to make it up to me somehow wont you babygirl" he said winding an arm around your waist pulling you against him squeezing his hand painfully tight. You looked down nodding hearing a few snickers and scoffs from women in seats behind you.

"Now apologize to the officer for wasting his time baby." You scowled up at him being met with a shit eating grin opening your mouth to tell him to fuck off thankfully you were interupted.

"Oh now thats not nessasary saving a tiny thing like her from herself isn't wasting time ..I'm glad I could help" Henry smiled at you kissing your cheek feeling please with himself.

"Now isnt that nice sweety. He's happy to help us" you gave a jerky nod as Henry finished the paperwork.

"I will have someone collect the car today" he called over his shoulder as he forced you along side him stopping before he got out of the door.

"Oh baby Wheres your shoes?" He asked smirking at you knowing damn well that he hasnt got you any, you felt the eyes of the other people on you as he shook his head picking you up cradling you recieveing a few awws and judgmental stares from the women. Unable to take it anymore you tucked your face into his neck crying.

"Im sorry please im so sorry i wont do anything like this again". He sighed pushing throught the doors and made his way to the car park climbing into the back or a range rover holding you in his lap as the car began moving.

"Its a little to late for sorry baby, daddy has to punish you for being an extremly naughty little girl. Stealing and damaging daddies car running away and getting arrested lying to the police? What kind of daddy would let you get away with all that?" You shuddered mind wandering what he had instore for you, not just for punishment but the training he mentioned in the cell you squirmed in his lap as you mulled it all over feeling sick to your stomach.

[violetnotez]

Winter Dance

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Genre: Angsty but Fluff at end

Word Count: 3900

Warnings: Slight cuss words if ya squint

Summary: The winter dance is coming to UA in a few weeks and everyone is scrambling for a date- will your long time best friend/ crush Izuku Midoriya ask you out?

One Shot

(RULES | MASTERLIST COMING SOON| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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Walking down the hallways, you always seemed to get in your own head. Everything seemed to dissolve around you, the world disappearing in place for your thoughts.

Right now, you were thinking about the practical exams, tests, and all the homework you had to do because you tend to procrastinate, until your best friend (and crush) flitted into your mind. Izumi Midoriya has been one of your best friends for as long as you could remember. After Bakugou had made fun of your quirk when you were little, little Midoriya was the only one having the courage to stand up for you. Your quirk was a unique one: you were a shapeshifter. If you touched someone or even held something they owned, you could shapeshift into them instantly. Either people found it interesting or creepy, but Izuku didn’t see it like that. He thought it was just awesome you had a quirk in the first place. He was the nicest boy you had ever met, and you two had been inseparable since. Over the years though, you realized you liked Izuku more than a friend. His infectious optimissium, his pursuit to be the best hero against all odds, and his adorable awkwardness made it hard for you not to notice how much you liked him. But he was your best friend, and if he didn't feel the same, you would be mortified and completely embarrassed. Your friendship would be over and you couldn't take the idea of a life without Izuku. So you suppressed all your feelings for him in hopes that maybe one day they would go away.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around abruptly and startling you.To your relief (and horror), it was only the boy you were hopelessly falling for, his wide eyed, freckled face looking up slightly at yours. 

“Geez Midoriya!” You blushed, feeling how close your bodies were. “You couldn’t have scared me more!?”

“S-sorry y/n!” He apologized, stuttering slightly. He seemed to always be in a state of embarrassment, which was totally adorable to you but completely annoying to him.

He was breathing a little hard, as if he had just ran a long ways.

“I-I needed to ask you something,” he said in between pants as you both shuffled through the crowded hallways.

“Ask away,” you replied, sneaking peeks at his face. It was flushed red, his freckles even more prominent against the red of his face as his shoulders heaved with each breath.

“I-I need to ask for a favor,” he replied, looking down at his feet, his hands wringing nervously.

“Okay...What kind of favor?” you asked cautiously, trying to see the look in his eyes- but you couldn't. Midoriya’s head was hanging so low, his green, messy hair was completely covering his eyes. 

“Its uh...its kind of a secret…”

He looked from side to side, making sure no one was paying attention to you two.

You looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he was being so secretive. 

“I need a place to tell her in secret,” he thought quietly, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought were to go. He looked to his right, realizing a classroom door was open. 

“In here!” He sighed in relief, grabbing your hand as he pulled you in.

The fact that he took your hand caused your breath to hitch, his hand feeling so perfect in yours-it was surprisingly soft, but you could feel the few spots that were calloused. 

He let go too soon, your skin feeling cold without his touch and your chest a little heavier. 

You looked at him confused, having no idea what was going on or why he was acting this way. 

“Alright Midoriya,” you stared, your cheeks slightly red, “whats going on?”

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

He peaked a look at you from under his messy curls, a small smile playing on his lips.

“So...um… you know how the Winter Dance is in a few weeks?”

“Yeah, of course! That’s all anyone’s been talking about,” you replied, “everyone has been scrambling for dates because of it.”

You should know- the boys have been fidgety and weird ever since the Dance was announced- all of them wanted a date, and a cute one at that. To your surprise, You had been actually getting some proposals, but of course it was from the boys that were most desperate: like Mineta, Denki, and even Sero surprisingly. Each proposal you would brush off, always telling Izuku about how silly they were. He of course, would laugh along, but his face always looked strained when you brought it up- as if something inside him was hurting. You would nervously and as politely as possible  tell the boys “no”, not wanting to face the fact that you were saying “no” because you were hoping that it would be Izuku who asked you next. 

You looked at your best friend in confusion- until your heart stopped at a sudden realization.

Is he asking you out?

“Yeah...yeah-everyone,” he stuttered quietly, “I’ve just been having a lot of trouble.”

“What trouble-like-like asking someone?” you questioned, your voice shaking from nervousness.

Was it really going to happen?

“Yes!” he sighed in relief. “Ive been actually wanting to ask Uraraka to the dance, but I’ve been second guessing myself and not doing it. I’m afraid someone else will ask her soon, and I’ll never get the chance. Which is why I’d like to-maybe, if it’s alright-practice asking her. With your quirk!”

He smiled wide, his hopeful look the opposite of yours. Your heart felt crushed- you had thought that maybe things would be in your favor for once, that he would ask you, but that clearly was wishful thinking. He liked Uraraka- who wouldn’t? Smart, sweet, and selfless, Uararaka was perfect for Izuku. You couldn’t deny that. 

Izuku noticed your shocked face, taking it as you were undecided about the plan.

“We could meet before dinner, when no one is at the training grounds,” he rushed, “Id bring something of Uraraka’s so you can use your quirk, and you wouldn't have to worry about anything. Just- if I could practice a little on how I would ask her, just for a few minutes, I'll feel much more confident-“

Even though your heart was crestfallen from this huge blow,  the idea of him asking you to meet up, alone, made your heart pound, even though you hated it. 

“Uh-sure! I guess that'll work,” you replied hastily, forcing a smile at the blushing Izuku.

He grinned, his face lighting up “Thank you so,so much y/n! Oh- uh-Ill see you later!”

And with that, he ran out the door, leaving you feeling defeated in the empty room.

The sun was setting over the mountains at UA, the sky a range of pinks, oranges, and reds. 

You were walking the familiar walk to the training grounds, each step full of a strange combination of excitement and dread.

Izuku didn't like you, but somehow you were still holding on to that small hope that he did, against all odds.

It was kind of strange of you, given the circumstances

But Maybe he did.

Izuku stood standing in the middle of the field, the dusty dirt beginning to cake onto the white of his red shoes. He held Uraraka’s sweatband gingerly in his hand, feeling slightly guilty for sneaking it off of her. He would bring it back to her, he promised himself that, it just felt wrong.

Especially since he was having second thoughts about all this.

For some reason, he couldn't get you off his mind. Ever since the Winter Dance was announced, his feelings for you had been realized like never before. He had of course liked you before he got One for All and accepted into UA with you, he just never thought you would like him back. 

Back when he was quirkless, he had the biggest crush on you, thinking you were the most beautiful, sweetest, and most amazing person he had ever met. But, his insecurities got the best of him, and  believing you could do better than a quirkless nobody like him, he kept quiet about his feelings.

When he met Uraraka, he thought he was finally saved- a girl that finally could make him stop thinking of you. She was pretty, kind, and selfless like you, and it felt nice to have someone around that didn't know he used to be quirkless and defenseless. She was able to be a buffer for him and his feelings towards you.

Until the Dance rolled around and his feelings hit full force. It hurt watching his friends ask you out, anger bubbling up inside him. 

He should be the one tripping up on his words as he gave you a full bouquet of roses, not Kaminari, or Sero!

It hurt when you kidded that you wouldn't find a date, because he knew he could give you one, he was just too scared to.

Dress shopping with you was the worst of all. The whole time he felt like a blubbering idiot because you looked so freaking beautiful. You looked like a goddess in all that shimmering fabric, the blue dresses bringing out your eyes, the red dresses making him feel antsy to grab your waist and twirl you around, the greens his absolute favorite- but he couldn't say anything like what he truly felt.

He felt like a peasant in the presence of a princess as you laughed and twirled around, shining like a star.

“Do you like this one?” you had asked in a shimmering green dress, the sleeves short and flowy, the color of sea foam.

“Like it-I-I-I love it! You look beautiful! That one’s the best- no doubt about it!” Izuku praised, unable to take his eyes off your body, his face red.

You sighed happily, not noticing his face a blushing mess. “Thanks Midoriya...god what would I do without you?” you had then reached for his hand gingerly, giving him a hug. 

You then pulled away too soon, his face on fire. “Im going to get this one since you like it so much!”

The song on the speakers changed, a song you both recognized. You gave him a mischievous smirk, grabbing his hand and laughing.

“Come dance with me!” You exclaimed, making his hands clammy and his face red, in the best way possible.

His heart pumping hard, he realized- you were the one. The one he wanted.

And couldn’t have.

Now he was looking down at this sweatband, regretting not just telling you in that store, or these past few weeks, or even in that empty classroom- that he liked you, liked you more than a friend, more than a best friend,even- and that he wanted to go to the dance with you.

He sighed, letting his own reality sink in.

“Even if I did tell her,” he thought, “she wouldn't have time to react. We have been friends for so long I would have blind sided her with that confession- it's better for me to keep it to myself. I can't lose our friendship.”

He sighed, sadness flooding his system as he looked down at his shoes, defeated.

“Youre going to go with Uraraka,” he commanded himself, “you like her.”

A few weeks ago this would have been true- of course now, it really wasn't.

“Izuku!” he heard his name yelled by you, looking up abruptly to see you running up to him, a smile on your face.

He squeaked, tensing up as he didn't expect you at all as he was wallowing in self pity.

“Hey, sorry Im kinda late,” you chuckled, looking at him with rosy cheeks.

He couldn't stop staring at your lips that parted ever so slightly from your jog over to him, making his face 10x redder than it already was.

“I-I-Its okay!” he said, looking up as he scratched the back of his neck, embarrassment written all over his face.

You shook your head, smiling, not suspecting a thing- Midoriya was always being an adorable, blushing mess- what was new about that?

“Alright….” you started to ask, “Do you have something of Uraraka that I can use?”

Midoriya was still blushing, trying to fight the rising heat on his face. 

“I do!” he exclaimed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the wristband, thrusting it at you quickly.

You smiled mischievously as you giggled, gingerly grabbing it from him.

“Did you by chance steal this from her?” You smirked.

“I-uh-maybe?”

You laughed, knowing Izuku must feel so guilty about taking such a small thing. He was considerate like that.

His cheeks got warm again, your laugh making him feel warm inside- it was the happiest sound he ever heard- 

“almost like Christmas bells”, he thought instantly.

“You couldve just taken a piece of hair from her, or a napkin, or even just something she touched-my quirk will still work,” you said happily as you slipped on the wristband, the feeling of the DNA triggering your nerves, making them feel like they were being sparked with electricity.

You shook ever so slightly, letting the power surge emb its way down.

“Oh-oh-uh okay!”

Midoriya stared at you, not feeling he was ready to do this. He didnt want to do this- but he was fighting himself to do what he thought was the right thing, not to do what he really wanted to do.

“You ready?” you asked cheerfully, your smile feeling strained.  You didnt want to do this either.

You didnt want to help him get with another girl, but he was your best friend- how could you say no to him? 

All you wanted to do was sit and cry, or even just scream-A strange and annoying side effect of your quirk was it made you extra emotional, so It was taking everything in you to not just give an excuse to leave, or yell, or even cry.

“I-I-guess…”he fumbled out, wringing his hands nervously.

You gave him a curt nod, and whispered the one word that activated your quirk, “Change.”

 Your body instantly lit up with an eerie blue glow, starting at the feet and wrapping around until it reached your head.  

The whole time Izuku was in his head, thinking himself into a mess. “SHould I just tell her?” “Will she think Im weird- considering we've been friends for so long she might be able to overlook the fact that I like her ...Her smile seemed so strange, as if she was forcing it: maybe she does have some feelings for me...or it could be from her quirk that makes her muscles feel sore or something, maybe its-”

“Uraraka!” he cried in panic, his voice going up 10 octaves as one of his good friends stood waving at him cheerfully.

“Hi Deku!” you smiled, laughing at the sound of her sweet, high voice coming out of your mouth. You were wearing her PE uniform, the top opened to show a black tank top.

“This is so wierd!” you cried in amusement.

“It is…”he chuckled along with you, his blush rising. He felt a little nervous around Uraraka, but this version of her was making him more awkward because it was you. He couldn't explain it, but it almost felt like he couldn't really wrap his head that he was asking out Uraraka, but it was really you and he was asking you instead.

5 MINUTES

“Alright,” you said quickly, “remember when we were 7, and you were asking me to become All Might, and I said I couldnt because I didnt have anything he touched, and that even if I did, I could only last for 5 minutes and then I had to switch back?”

“Yes, i do… I was so excited to meet my idol I started to cry...not really my finest moment!” He chuckled nervously.

“Well…” you sighed, your voice feeling strange because of Uraraka’s pitch, “that rule still applies. I can only last for about 5 minutes before I have to build up my strength again- so we have to be quick.”

“Oh, alright,” he agreed quickly, standing up straight. “Lets do it.”

4 MINUTES

You took a deep breath, willing down the emotions inside you. You had to keep it together- 5 minutes was all, and then you could leave and try to forget about all the hurt inside you.

Izuku took a deep breath as well. Now that you were taking the lead, he felt like he should just play along- if you were okay with all this, if you seemed to be happy with this- he would be too. 

“Hi Izuku! How are you?” You acted cheerfully, over doing your wave like Uraraka would.

“H-hi Uraraka!” He smiled, a chuckle almost slipping out as you acted exactly like her.

“So…” you began, your muscles hurting from straining a smile for so long, “you wanted to tell me something?”

You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time-you felt so stupid pretending to be someone else, especially to help your crush get with someone else, but this was your friend, and you would do anything for him. But, you still felt a low budget actor trying out for an audition and you couldn’t help but want to laugh from your embarrassment.

3 MINUTES

“What was it?” You asked pretending to be perplexed as you watched Midoriya’s face get redder with each word you uttered. 

You walked closer to him, your heart beating faster. You didn’t know why, but this was starting to feel real. Too real- and you were hating that you were giving into it

“Um-I-I-” Midoriya stuttered, his brain in overdrive. He was still fighting himself inside, still fighting to just ask you. 

“God damn it Izuku just ask her!” he cursed at himself mentally, watching those big round eyes star at him. Your eyes were the same- he always noticed that when you used your quirk: your eyes always stayed the same color.

2 MINUTES

“Is something wrong, Izuku?” you tilted your head to the side impatiently, putting your hands behind your back like Ochaco would.

Izuku looked at his feet, his silence ringing in your ears. You couldn't understand what he was doing- he wanted to do this, right? So why was he acted so wierd? WHy couldn't he just get this over with? You're emotions were getting more and more uncontrollable- you could feel the tears tickling your waterline as you stared at your best friend, the sky beginning to turn fiery orange to pale pink. It was getting harder to control your quirk- the time was trickling away, and you didnt think you would have enough energy to use your quirk again in your state.

1 MINUTE

“Izuku, we have to hurry, Im losing control over my quirk,” you grunted out, feeling your voice ebb away from Uraraka and slightly into your own. 

Izuku snapped his head up in a panic, his eyes wide with concern.

“Uh-uh-okay!” he complied, searching in himself to try and find that piece of him that trully felt some romantic way for Uraraka.

It wasnt there.

All he could see was your face- you when you were 11, helping him up after Bakugo had shoved him into the ground, you hugging him when you both realize you got into UA, you getting your hero suit, you and him dress shopping- it was you. And only you.

He took a deep breath, realizing what he finally, truly wanted to do. No matter the consequences.

30 SECONDS

“I know this is strange, and out of the blew….but- I wanted to say I like you. A lot. And I know you probably dont feel the same way, but I needed to tell you that- I-I care about you, and Id do anything to make you happy and feel safe. Ive liked you-more than friend- for a long time now, and was hoping that maybe-maybe you could go to the school dance with me?”

Izuku took a deep breath feeling a wait off his shoulders. He was scared as hell, that was still in him but it felt could to let out all those emotions he had been holding in for so long.

“Y/n! A-are you alright?!?”

You had turned back into your own self, but now you had tears stains littering your cheeks, more trailing down as your heart began to break. You didn’t realize that that confessions was meant for you: you thought it was for Uraraka.

Izuku rushed over to you, not knowing really what to do. He could tell you were really hurting inside, that something was almost painful to you. He didn’t think his confession would make you this upset-but why?

You sniffled, your shoulders shaking as you felt foolish for crying in front of him. This wasn’t you-you we’re usually the calm one, the one who took blows to your ego with ease and grace. But right now, you were tired from overusing your quirk and tired of lying to your friend each and every day you saw him.

“I’m not okay Izuku!” You shouted, frustrated. Midoriya’s eyes got wide, shocked by your outburst.

“I’m not! I-I-I know you like Ochaco, and if that’s what makes you happy, I don’t want to take that away from you-but I cant keep lying to you!” You took a breath, a protest about to escape out of Izuku’s lips.

“I like you Izuku-I-I loved you. Every since we were kids.” You heaved out, as if your lungs couldn’t catch up with your fast beating heart.

Izuku felt his whole life turn 180 in a split second. You liked him back??? You felt the same way??? He stared at you, your eyes sparkling from the tears. You were hugging yourself, making him just want to run and cuddle you and make you feel better.

A shocked silence fell between you two.

“Y/n,” Midoriya asked so quietly it was like a whisper, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you! I didn’t-I didn’t- want to mess up things between us!” You were stuttering over your words, and you felt like an emotional mess. You took a shaky breath, feeling embarrassment bubble in your stomach.

“But I now just clearly already did, so I’m just-“ you put your back to Midoriya, meaning to walk away until you felt a soft hand gently grasp your wrist.

Your turned quickly in shock, your tear stained face staring at Izuku’s.

“I love you y/n,” he said with gentle force, his voice calm but his cheeks a blazing red, revealing his nervousness. 

You stared at him with wide eyes, confusion written on your face.

“But I thought-you were saying that to Uraraka...“ you sniffled, “we were practicing…”

“I meant it for you. I-I thought I wanted to ask Uraraka, but I realized I wanted to ask you.” Izuku smiled softly, making your insides erupt with happy butterflies.

You grinned back, almost wanting to laugh at how unbelievably relieved you were-you felt like you could float.

“So-uh-um y/n,” Izuku asked, his smile turning into a nervous grin, “would you want to go to the dance with me?”

You laughed, pulling Izuku close to you and giving him a hug, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck. He stood there in complete shock, not knowing what to do-his senses we’re going to overload. He finally wrapped his arms tenderly around your body.

You sighed happily, feeling completely giddy and happy.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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I hope you having a great day or night wherever you are at!

Requests open!!!!!

[marshmallowprotection]

Ive never heard of a pain sharing setting in soulmate aus until now and im a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of angst you can fit into that... so, could i challenge you to turn it into fluff, somehow? With either or both of the choi twins?

You had spent so much of your life feeling the weight of something on your chest that was akin to a rock. The emotional pain was just as real as physical pain and the soulmate that you had was very troubled. 

You had often gotten bruises, bumps, and cuts throughout your childhood that would heal and go away. 

Those weren’t so much of a problem for you, those things healed but the glances that your parents gave you were always nervous or sympathetic. 

You were okay with this and just assumed your soulmate was really clumsy for most of your childhood but it wasn’t until you got to your teen years that you knew that this wasn’t the case. 

This heavy baggage and feeling of dread that never left your body made you concerned. You often worried about your soulmate and you prayed nightly that they were okay. You couldn’t take their pain but you could feel it. You could feel their misery and how alone they felt. 

If only you could be there for them. 

Living your life, you made sure to always be smiling, always be happy, and to be always be looking out for others. The last thing that you wanted was to make their life any harder than it felt. Going through the motions and trying to survive the best that you could for many years worked more or less.

That all changed one day when you found yourself in a chatroom with strange people. Nonesuch stranger than the man that started to capture your heart from day one. Seven’s laughter felt contagious and you could tell that he was relieved to have someone to talk to until late into the night.

You spoke with him off and on when he was working, just filling the background with a quiet hum underneath the moonlight. It was strange, sometimes when you spoke with him though, there was a strange feeling inside of your chest that did not match up with what you had felt before. 

There was warmth in your bond. Where you had always felt pain and grief, there was a glimmer of light and hope in those feelings. What was that all about? You wondered. It must have been a mere coincidence. Your soulmate had always a strange way about their feelings as they fluctuated. 

It must have just been… circumstantial. That’s what you kept trying to tell yourself every single time that it happened. 

Yet, you couldn’t deny the truth any longer the day that Unknown burst into the apartment and your heart was filled with dread. It wasn’t even ten minutes later that Seven rushed into the room, his heart heavy, and you just felt adrenaline pumping in your veins. You were scared, but not scared enough to feel this sort of exhaustion. 

But, when you looked into Seven’s eyes, you knew that he felt it too. 

It went unacknowledged until you were safe from Unknown, well, you tried to bring it up to him but he rejected you before you could even say the words out loud to him. He warned you that it was dangerous to have a soulmate or even a romance with someone when you lived a life like his. Your heart was left in shatters.

Seven could feel it. 

You felt numbness in your bond, but there was the whisper of misery twisted inside of it. 

For days, you tried to reach out to him and get him to open up to you but he kept fighting it. He hated himself and he hated that you could feel everything that he wanted to hide away from the world. He wanted nobody to know how pathetic he really was. He wanted to keep living a pretend lie until he died for the sake of his brother. 

It was hurting him.

It was killing him. 

Until one day, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you poured your heart out to him and did the one thing that he feared you would do. You reached out and pressed your hand against his with fever. You shut your eyes and tried to take some of that pain from him. You just wanted him to open out, to stop bottling it up because it was suffocating him. 

“Seven, please…” you whispered, tears fraught in your eyes. “This hurts so much. I don’t know how you’re coping with this. Please, please just open up to me, to everyone. It’s okay to love others and it’s okay to be selfish. You deserve the chance to be happy.” 

Seven’s golden eyes widen at that. He looks away, as if guilty for making you feel the worst of himself. 

“Y/N…“

“Seven…” 

His hand gripped yours even tighter. “You’ve always tried to help me… I’ve felt it since I was a kid. I know you’re trying to be brave for me, and I know you want me to be happy but do I really deserve to be happy after everything that I’ve done? I failed my brother… I failed myself… and I failed you.” 

You shook your head. Leaning forward, you brushed your lips against his cheek and never lost your steel. “You haven’t failed anything yet. You’re still trying to do everything that you can, Seven. I believe in you. You can make things right, we can fix this. You just need to admit that you’re struggling and let everyone help you for a change. You’re not alone, you were never alone.”

Seven couldn’t ignore the wetness that had started to sting at the corner of his eyes. All he could think to do was throw his arms around you and finally give in to those feelings, crying and letting them come out for the night time in over a decade. 

He had never truly been alone… 

You were always there with him. 

[thotantics]

hi can i ask for a prompt with yoongi? B12 and D13 please💌

⚤   pairing — reader + Min Yoongi

✎ word count — 2,591

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, masturbation, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), squirting

prompt(s) — B12: Heavy eye contact + D13: Squirting

[A/N] hhhngn i hope this came out ok! writing it was a little touch and go as i’ve been anxious the last couple of days again but ive been reading some amazing things and trying to keep myself inspired and happy, and im pretty satisfied with this. also!! happy belated birthday to @gotmetalkinginmysleep 💖💖💖

You knew exactly what to do to get him fired up. Even though Yoongi had spent the evening watching you from afar and sulking, you were pleased with yourself. He deserved it.

He’d promised you a romantic candle lit dinner the night before after countless nights of eating alone while he worked late, but when you showed up at his apartment, he was passed out asleep on the couch. Impossible to wake up once he was that deeply asleep, you hadn’t even bothered to try and had gone to sleep in his bed by yourself after a lonely dinner that was definitely lacking in the romance that you had been so looking forward to.

What was worse is he hadn’t even bothered to apologize. He slid under the covers with you just before dawn, groaning softly into the crook of your neck and prodding at the middle of your back with an erection, and though you had been wide awake, you pretended you were still asleep until he dozed back off, curled up behind you.

The following day you were, perhaps childishly so, hellbent on pissing him off. Yoongi, as complex as he could be at times when he tried to hide his feelings and act much tougher than he truly was, could be played like a fiddle under the right circumstances. Lord knows that you knew all the right buttons to press after a lengthy relationship. You knew all the ins and outs of this man by now. His hopes, his fears, his insecurities, his strengths, but most importantly, you knew what made him tick.

Using Jimin for your agenda was easy - the younger man was a born flirt and it oozed out of every pore regardless of who he spoke to. So when you stuck to his side that evening, giggling and playful, he was all too easy to use to get the right kind of attention from your negligent boyfriend.

Yoongi bought it so fast, too. Hook, line, and sinker. The moment you touched Jimin’s arm for a little bit too long, you could practically feel his eyes on you. But you didn’t let him know that you knew he was watching, not yet. Not until he came to you, voice low while you sat on the counter top with Jimin at your side, drunk and a little too friendly.

“Let’s go to bed.” Yoongi practically growled the words at you, his mouth at your ear and his hand squeezing just a little too tight around your wrist.

You agreed, lips curving into a knowing smile as you hopped down off the counter and gave Jimin a lingering hug goodnight before Yoongi all but drug you away from him.

You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him long before he kicked shut his bedroom door and barked out a command for you to strip and lay down on his bed. If you couldn’t have the romantic night he had promised you, at least you could have him like this. Possessive, needy, wild.

His eyes were flashing, mouth drown down in a tight lipped frown that made your heart flutter. He’s cute when he’s pissy, you think to yourself. You smile up at him, innocently, adoringly, and he whips off his belt and chucks it to the floor with a snap.

“What are you smiling about?” He asks you.

“How cute you are.” You reply.

“Oh? Not about how cute Jiminie is?”

At this, you let yourself giggle. He was truly so, so easy. Excitement rippling in your veins, you lay back on the bed, fully naked, like he told you to.

Yoongi hasn’t broken eye contact with you yet, not until the shirt he lifts over his head interrupts it as he asks, “What are you laughing about?”

“I just love you.” You tell him. And you mean it. As much as the previous night had disappointed you, finding him curled up asleep when he had promised you something, you knew in the back of your mind that you could have come to him in tears the next day and he would have rectified his wrong doing. But it was much more fun for both of you, this way.

He huffs a little, but doesn’t reply to your sentiment, instead telling you in a clipped tone, “Spread yourself for me.”

You do, parting your thighs and pressing your fingers to your sex to splay yourself open for him. He likes you best like this when he’s in a sulky mood, open and vulnerable and all for him. And god, do you like it, too, when he takes control and most of all, when he takes you. You’re entirely his, anyway, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to claim you over and over and over again, for the rest of your lives.

Yoongi is quiet when he starts. He jerks himself off while sitting on his knees, his balls nestled between your spread lower lips, teasing you with the jerking motion of his hand on his cock, his eyes locked on yours and daring you to ask him for more. But you don’t. You know he’ll give it to you in due time, especially if you’re patient. He masturbates in such a quick, rough motion that you wonder briefly how it doesn’t hurt but then again, you know that he likes it when it does. His fingers are tight around his shaft, the head of his dick red from being squeezed so tight repeatedly. Eventually the slick sounds of precum coating his hand is coupled with the ragged breaths from him, lording above you.

You writhe, needing friction, but just before it gets too unbearable, just before he can spill his cum across your belly and waste it, he stops and pulls back away from you. A glance down where your hands still spread yourself open show him that watching him jerk himself off has made you wet, and he gives you a haughty little smirk before he lays down flat between your open thighs.

You desperately want his mouth on you, but he busies himself with exploring you with his fingers first, like always. You steel yourself in preparation, eyes shutting tight. You know if you ask for it, he’ll just make you wait even longer. He’s meticulous, practiced, far too good at pressing all of your buttons same as you can his. It’s exciting and makes you both vulnerable, but you like it that way.

His fingers avoid your clit, stroking over your labia and pressing gingerly into your entrance, then he pulls back, pressing the slick digit into his mouth and just observing you while he sucks it clean, watching as you get wetter with anticipation.

“Did Park Jimin do this to you?” He asks you quietly, and you know that he knows better. He’s confident in your relationship, he knows you’re loyal and he knows you belong to him, mind, body, and soul. But you humor him anyway. 

“No, Yoongi. You did.”

His eyes lift from your sex and meet your own, lips curving briefly into a smile, but he wipes it away from his face as quickly as it appeared, ducking his head down to finally let you have his mouth. His eyes don’t leave yours when he tastes you, tongue flat and stroking from your clenching hole up to your clit. He leaves it there, flexing the wet muscle on your most sensitive spot, eyes on yours and silently daring you to look away. You wouldn’t. He’s hypnotizing and beautiful there, licking expertly between your thighs.

Yoongi hums, a low tone that sends shocks of pleasure straight to your core, legs jerking briefly around his head. His eyes narrow briefly, a silent warning for you to hold still and let him do what he wants to do, then his hands pin your thighs open wide and he nuzzles his mouth into you further, pushing your hands out of the way. He licks deeply and sucks, latching onto your clit with an obscene sound that makes you moan and gasp all at once.

You hold still the best you can, hands threading through his hair, breathing steady to keep yourself in check but he’s fully consuming you and it’s hard to be as still as you know he wants you to be. You want to rut your hips up against his mouth, to tug and pull on his hair to get him in the spot you want him in so you can get yourself off as quick as possible, but Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on you and you don’t dare.

If he wasn’t in this specific mood, to possess you and own you, you wouldn’t care at all to take what you want from him but like this? You take what he gives you and nothing more.

After all, you wanted him like this. You made him like this, mad with his need to consume you entirely and claim you as his. He nuzzles his nose against your clit, tongue fucking shallowly at your entrance and you murmur his name, thighs twitching with the effort to stay wide open for him.

“Yes, baby?” He pulls a breath away and his eyes are tender, even as he licks the remains of your wetness from his lips, “Tell me how I can please you.”

Not expecting him to want to cater to you like this, you scramble for a moment, mind reeling with possibilities but the truth hits you like a truck when his fingers dig into the meat of your inner thigh, and you tell him, “I want your fingers.”

“Where?” He encourages you, eyes flickering briefly down as he presses a kiss to your swollen clit, then he looks back up at you patiently. It’s a complete switch that’s been flicked, your submissive side out in full force, overwhelmed by him, by the need he’s been building in you.

“I-in my pussy.” You whimper, “Fuck me with your fingers…a-and, fuck!… keep licking me. Please.”

Yoongi was already granting your every wish before you could finish asking for it, his long digits pressing inside of you and curling up, making you curse. When his tongue goes back to work, he shuts his eyes briefly and savors the taste of you, wet and warm against his lips. He pumps his fingers into you, being sure to press shallowly into you with his fingers curved right up against the texture of your inner wall where he knows your g spot is.

His tongue feels like heaven, slipping between your folds expertly and flattening against the sensitive bundle of your clit, alternating between flicks from the point of his tongue at the perfect speed to lavishing you there with his lips wrapping around and sucking sinfully. You can’t stop your thighs twitching and your hips lifting, craving more and more though he happily gives it to you each time.

He looks up at your face only to see you watching his mouth carefully, entranced by the sight of his tongue. You expected him to tease you endlessly, to deny to orgasm until his cock was in you, but you lock eyes with him and whisper in warning, “I-I’m coming..”

He nods against you, giving you permission before pressing his fingers into your cunt harder and faster, his tongue flat and rubbing fully against your swollen clit while you rock your hips up against face. Yoongi groans, pressing a third finger inside of you, stretching you with the briefest twinge of pain before your walls accommodate to the addition. He uses the strength in his whole arm, fucking up against your g spot rough and harsh while his tongue keeps licking, sweet and slow. You feel yourself about to bust entirely, all while staring into his eyes and you shut your lids peacefully, letting go.

Yoongi fucks you three fingers deep, and the obscene squelching that emits from your sex sends a blush from your cheeks straight down your chest. You don’t expect the tidal wave that follows, but the moment you feel it, you open your eyes to look down at him in utter shock.

It feels almost wrong for half a second. Are you pissing yourself?? But the look of sheer desire that crosses Yoongi’s face, his brows lifted in surprise wipes away any negative feelings and you don’t even try to hold back. You’ve never done this before, never gushed so fully, never cum with this much intensity.

Writhing under him, legs desperately trying to shut around his arm as he pulls back to watch, you buck and groan and completely soak the sheets, soak your boyfriend’s arm, his tongue licking lasciviously across his lips to capture the taste of your cum.

“Oh my god,” You chant, “Oh god, Yoongi, Yoongi!”

“It’s ok, baby.” He murmurs, and he places one hand flat on your tummy and he keeps fucking you with his hand, deeper this time, pressing tight at your lower stomach like he’s trying to milk more of it out of you, his mouth hungry and his tone low as he groans desperately against your throbbing, oversensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” He mewls against you, tongue and lips as desperate as his fingers to work another orgasm from you, just as wet as the first. “One more,” He begs, “Give it to me… please.”

You cum again just seconds after the first time, and the gush is significantly less but with his insistent fingers fucking you and his tongue on your clit, he gets what he was after. He withdraws in a hurry, palm rubbing sloppy and hurried at your clit as his mouth latches onto your core and he sucks and swallows every drop he can down, groaning and massaging your left thigh appreciatively.

He’s made you cum twice in a row countless times in the past, fucking you senseless after making you cum once on his fingers only to immediately hammer you into another orgasm but this time was different. With the sheets below you soaked and the evidence of your orgasm dripping from his chin, Yoongi pushes himself up from your pussy, gripping his cock and sliding it home inside of you. You whine and wrap yourself around him, completely fucked out of your mind and body trembling with the exertion.

It takes everything in you to keep your weary legs open so he can jackhammer his hips into yours, his mouth wet as he kisses across your neck and your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan into his mouth, weak and used, but you give yourself over to the pleasure of feeling him rutting away inside of you, desperate to find his release. When he cums, he grunts into your neck and buries himself deeply inside of you, panting and shaking all over.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses, “That was so hot, baby.” He pulls back away from you and looks down at you in awe for a moment before he pulls out of you. Your legs fall weary, flat to the mattress and Yoongi stands over you, chest heaving, and looks at the mess the two of you had just made. You’re half dead, unable to lift a muscle, breath coming out ragged and head lolling uselessly to the side, completely and utterly fucked out of your mind, your insides still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You’ve never looked more sexy,” He declares, “Do you know that?”

[mini-pretzel]

a while - namgi

Genre: BEWARE OF ANGST, also light fluff

Music: reminiscer

Additional tags: depression mentions, also mentions of mutual pining, Namjoon is too sweet im crying, Yoongi is an emotional softie

Word count: 2k

A/N: namgi is slowly consuming my life. help.

Yoongi's has always buried his depression.

And his feelings for Namjoon.

Yoongi knew that it would happen again. Every time it let go of him, it was only for a short period of time. A few days after it would always return, bearing that weight of helplessness that he has grown accustomed to in his everyday life.

Whenever it would visit, he would try to seem okay around the guys, but he knew how that never came across as, well, normal in their eyes. They would usually notice a change in his demeanor whenever it would take him, having lived together for so long. They knew he was no stranger to such dark thoughts and emotions, but he hated feeling like a burden to the group, so he would bury it until it would dissipate into nothingness. It was simpler that way. No drama, no therapist visits, no scandals, no bad PR.

That’s how things went.

“Wow, I can’t believe we won another award.” said a soft voice--Jimin’s probably--full of surprise and amazement.

They were sitting around in their living room, jackets shed and spread on the couches, with some of the members already showered and in comfy sweats.

“Yeah, we’ll need to get another trophy case if this keeps up,” another voice said and a chaotic laughter followed.

Yoongi could faintly tell who was talking, but he was feeling like slowly he was slipping more and more away from the conversation and into a blank void that was absent of emotion. The thing inside him was starting to pull at him and Yoongi felt his hands growing increasingly antsy in lap. He really needed to dissociate. Only in being by himself in his room could he truly go through all the motions of the apathy that was starting to plague his chest.

He somewhat understood that he needed to shower and get change out of his award show suit, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. All he wanted was to curl under a blanket and pray that it swallowed him whole.

“Yoongi-hyung, you alright?” he heard a concerned voice of Jimin who was sitting beside him, but the elder just smiled tightly, eyes absent, and waved him off. He really needed to get away from the guys so as to not ruin their mood. They had just won another important award, and while he usually took his time looking at every little piece of detail the trophy had, that was the last thing on his mind as the sickening feeling in his chest softly whispered that none of it mattered and he really needed to be by himself.

“I’m fine, Jiminie, it’s just been a long day.”

The younger man pouted, his plump lips looking even more full, but didn’t pry further, which Yoongi found himself thankful for. His problems are the last thing that the guys need to focus on at during a happy time like this.

Speaking of which.

Yoongi slapped his knees as he rose from the couch, drawing attention from everyone around him.

“I’m heading to bed,” he announced to the group, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Jin and Jeongguk looked up from Jin’s phone, where the oldest, no doubt, was showing the youngest a funny video. They both said goodnight, but the air suddenly felt stiff in the room. Taehyung made a movement to hug Yoongi and he backed away before the taller man could envelop him into his bone-crushing hug, and somehow that only made things more suspicious.

Namjoon, with his smart eyes looked like was about say something but Yoongi purposefully ignored looking his way knowing how the taller man made his heart skip into his throat every time, making his crush painfully obvious. And he really, really did not want to deal with the inevitable rejection and awkward stares when the thing was rearing its ugly head. He could only deal with one thing at a time.

“Goodnight, everyone.” Yoongi said curtly, before speed walking upstairs and disappearing into the darkness of his room before anyone could stop him and question him on what was wrong.

As soon as he was secluded in the privacy of his room, he sighed heavily and stripped down to his boxers, leaving his suit in a small little pile on the floor before slipping into his bed.

Yoongi immediately folded his body into a fetal position as he brought the covers closer to himself. It was only there, under layers of blankets, where he could let go and cry as the thing inside his chest cavity wrapped a slimy grasp around his heart. There, in his little space, away from everyone else in the world, he would let it slowly devour him without retaliation, because there was nothing he could do. There, he could give up. There, he could hate himself. There, he could-

A soft knock interrupted his flow of thoughts and because it was so quiet in his room, as Yoongi has always been a silent crier, he could hear it clearly as if someone was beating down the door.

After a few moments, the knock returned, this time with more urgency, and Yoongi heard himself groan as he untangled his limbs from the sheets. He sluggishly stepped toward the door, his whole body feeling heavy, and opened it just a crack.

“What?” he said, wincing when his eyes were hit by a yellow brightness from the hallway light. He hoped he sounded grumpy and annoyed, and not pathetic like he felt.

A familiar pair of observant eyes looked back at him and it made Yoongi felt even more naked than he already was.

“Yoongi, are you alright?”

He felt Namjoon’s piercing gaze send a shiver down his spine.

“I’m fine.”

It was a blatant lie, and Yoongi knew Namjoon saw right through it.

“Can I come in, Yoongi?” his voice was gentle, so gentle it made Yoongi grip the door handle tighter and avert his eyes from Namjoon’s, a sudden warmth spreading in his cheeks.

“Why?”

“Because you’re clearly not alright.”

“I said I’m fine.” the words were cold and devoid, but he felt a fire stirring inside him. All he wanted was to be left alone. No one else was supposed to deal with this.

“Please.” the pleading tone in his voice made Yoongi look up to Namjoon’s eyes and see the taller man’s hand gripping the door, itching it to open further. “Let me help.”

Yoongi choked out a dry laugh, finding the vague proposition absolutely ridiculous, but stepped away from the door anyway, and with it letting Namjoon into his room. The boldness of this man, really. It made Yoongi’s head spin.

Namjoon closed the door behind him and Yoongi heard the lock click, but avoided turning back to face the new intruder in his personal space. His cheeks were already on fire, he didn’t need the man to see them too.

“Well, now you’re here. What are you going to do now?” Yoongi started saying in his nonchalant voice, “What could possibly hel-” his words were cut off when he felt the taller man’s arms wrap around him in a backwards hug.

“How long have you been feeling like this, Yoongi?” he heard the younger ask against his ear and shuddered from the hotness of his breath.

“A-A while.” Yoongi decided to answer. He didn’t know why he was being honest with the man, especially when it was much easier to not say anything. Namjoon had that effect on him, he supposed. He could make anyone talk about anything.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” the arms tightened around him, pulling him closer and Yoongi could really feel the warmth of Namjoon’s body now through the man’s shirt, the realization making him swallow hard.

“Not your problem to deal with.” he stated simply, feeling every pump of his heart in his throat.

“Oh, Yoongi.” was the response. And why did it sound so soft and full of care? It did nothing to help his poor heart.

That’s when Yoongi realized he was pretty much naked save his boxers in front of the taller man who was holding him against his chest. Yes, his heart was definitely not going to be able to handle this.

“What?” he tried to remain calm, but a part of him knew that his heartbeat already gave away his true feelings under his calm demeanor.

“You can always talk to us about anything that’s bothering you. Your problems are worthy of a solution.” Namjoon whispered with mouth pressed so close against his ear, Yoongi could feel his lips move with every syllable. “Please talk to us when you feel like this, we will support you.”

Yoongi’s breath stopped in his throat and there was a burning sensation in his eyes.

“I know you’d much rather hold it all in, but it’s not healthy, Yoongi.”

Damn it, Namjoon.

“We care about you, Yoongi.” he felt those pair of lips he thought about to too often when he was in bed alone press a firm kiss on his temple. “I care about you.”

With that, Yoongi’s heart stopped.

Then, hot tears trickled down his face and his shoulders quivered from the overwhelming wave of emotion. Suddenly the slimy grip on his heart wasn’t as tight was it had been before, and Yoongi speculated it was because of the long warm arms that were wrapped around him, as if shielding him from everything unsavory and dreadful.

Yoongi brought up one of his arms to touch Namjoon’s forearm and his fingers gripping the skin harshly as if it was the only thing grounding him in reality, keeping him away from the darkness hidden away in the corners of his mind.

So many thoughts were inside his head, but he didn’t know how to voice them.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi hummed for the lack of a better response, still dealing with the sudden outpour of tears.

“Would like for me to stay with you tonight?”

Stay? Stay as in-

“In my bed?” Yoongi breathed out, glad it was so dark that his blush could go unnoticed.

“Not necessarily. I can sleep on the floor,” Namjoon offered, “I just want to make sure you sleep okay.”

“B-bed’s fine.” Yoongi protested immediately. Why in the hell did he sound so damn nervous? It wasn’t like he hadn’t shared a bed with the guys before during their early debut days. Namjoon in his bed was not an unusual occurrence, but the pounding in his chest and the flush on his cheeks clearly showed that something had changed since their debut days.

He felt the taller man nod and pull away, before taking a step back and moving closer to the bed to raise the blankets so Yoongi could climb in first.

After Yoongi was safely tucked in and watching him, Namjoon shed his sweatpants and crawled in next to him, facing him.

As they stared at each other, Yoongi noticed how Namjoon’s face held so much compassion and longing that it made him wonder how long the taller man reciprocated how Yoongi felt about him. The faint moonlight illuminated Namjoon’s features and Yoongi felt himself slipping further into the whatever feeling he kept silencing and locking away deep in his chest for years.

It had all seemed unfathomable, ludicrous even. He didn’t even dare let himself think all those times where he saw the taller man staring at him for a little too long or laugh a little to hard at his jokes meant anything more than comradery.

For who could feel such affection for someone as broken as Yoongi?

“Yoongi.”

“Mm?”

“How long have you felt like this?”

Yoongi felt his heart almost leap out of his ribs. “A while.”

Namjoon tilted his head, that lovely dimpled smile forming on his cheeks. “Why didn’t you say anything about it?”

Yoongi smiled back. “Wasn’t your problem to deal with, Joon.”

The taller man laughed softly, “Oh, Yoongi.”

At that the smaller man pushed himself closer, eyes glued to the dark orbs staring back at him. Yoongi felt strong legs wrap around his thinner ones and a pair of hands dig into his hair, pulling him even closer until their bodies pressed together in the middle of the bed. And right there, in the warmth, hidden beneath heaps of blankets and barely lit room, one pair of lips met another.

[bonbonswirl-blog]

Your sanity. Part 5

ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ONLY @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING.

If today isnt the worst day in Blondie life he dont know what other day will be. Monroe toke his place on the stage at the speech desk microphone since blondie was insecure to do it after the conflicts he had caused, staying at the back of the stage watching what is inside monroe head. Henry down there trying to take back control of the situation. "Everybody Everybody, why so mad?~" Those words, surprisingly, made everybody stop fighting and drive their attention to the new guy on the stage, Who is that? "My name is monroe gooder, if you know me im the environment agent" when half the group heard the name "gooder" every face swiveled around to look at jim, even blondie. The storyboarder just wanted the ground to swallow him and never turn him back. "Here you see, your loser boss who couldnt save you and this company" Everyone was so quiet, blondie sat there on diabelief, did someone just make fun of him in front of all his workers?! Henry was so annoyed with that environment man. "I like the mess you all done here, great job-" "Booo!! Get outta the stage Moron monro!!" "Shut UP BANJOAS*!! You better hear me out before you g-" monroe stopped talking when he saw one of the people on the crowd rising his hand. "Can I ask a question?" "No" "How exactly are you going to save the studio?" Isaac asked him, wondering how all those financial issues will be fixed by that new guy who give them a boring speech. "Who said im going to save this stupid place? Im just here to comfort you one last time~" that only made a surging perplexity to everyone. Blondie wanted to tell monroe to move back, to leave his friends alone, but that odd feeling inside him just started to...grow..Monroe looked at him in deep thoughts that reflected on his merciless eyes, oh no....."Are you seeing this blondie? Your whole studio is coming to an end, everyone you hired will have no assistance in life after this. Your whole world is shattered, just like your heart in disarray of pieces. Come on blondie...Let it all out, the wrath, the hate, the pain, the malice~ show them all what you have been through, show them all mischief and devilry teach them how they should truly be treated, you are a proper establishment of evil or sinister intentions, show them those sinful activities so that you have a rightful claim to their immortal essence. Every action we take is a new discovery, and we continue making discoveries, this is a new discovery son...Give it all you have~" Monroe demanded, elatedly going back to that microphone afflicting those poor workers with damaging words.

Blondie couldnt take it anymore. He lost it.

gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, his hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid, burning, slicing, potent, face was red with suppressed rage, anger would come like an impossible build up steam, burning him inside and out, ready to burn the one on the receiving end. Ready to burst with pain and fury, he decided to go all out on this felonious man. What kind of heart does he have?! Nothing!! He doesnt have one! He is heartless!! He was lost in that moment and the torment his brain was in. anyone could see it first in his eyes, then a tension of his muscles, an inability to think clearly soon followed.

But before he could take any single one of those steps he didnt feel.....alright...

He couldnt hear whatever monroe was saying anymore, only some indefinite vibrations of his venomous voice. Negative symptoms like nausea started to appear, his focus was diminishing, chest heaving violently. The world was a blur, random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. He felt. Plethora...plethora of negative emotions being pumped in his veins. With the influx of negative emotions on his body his cells are infected, reprograming the others to create more infected cells, those extraneous cells overtaking him. He winced as he tried to order his hands to catch and move those wheels, he want to get off the stage now and go with henry to the nearest hospital, but he felt his muscles dont even act. Sharp pain lanced through his head, colorful spots flashed in front of his eyes, it felt like his whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache, Regardless. This was the moment he fell of his wheelchair to stage floor hissing in pain.

Everyone stopped listening to monroe, their awareness only for blondie, what happend to him made them all so worried, he was sick with something unhandled, his natural golden skin has sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scares them just to look at him. Many people called his name, only being rewarded with a resounding crack of a broken ribs and gasps of immense pain. Then they saw it...his back...something coming out of it, his bones??! Nobody have an idea!! They all just stand there witnessing this terrible scene..something bigger than his bones was forming, so vigorous, so tapered, so dangerous, then it started to spread in the air.

ARE THOSE WINGS?!??! IS THEIR BOSS BECOMING A MONSTER?!??! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!??

His wings were dark red, like if they are Made entierly of coarse scales, they flapped threateningly with the power to strike a group of men in one hit. The bones were visible around the sides and similar to bat wings, only their veins stook out greatly in contrast, a large ivory spike on top, curved like an elongated shark tooth, the sight was hideous, only assosiated with images of the devil himself.

[prince-kyloren]

Downpour (Kylo smut)

astcria-greengrass said: Can you please write us up some fluffy floofy kylo smut please??? With like tons of cuddles?? Thank you!

A/N: ahhh yesss I am such a sucker for fluffy smut and fluffy Kylo in general. Our boy is secretly soft lets be real here. Thank you for the request!!

Also, I was super nervous to post this because though I’ve written smut and read smut loadsss of times, this was my first time posting it because I never had the confidence to? So heres to 2018 and new things :)

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Pairing: Kylo x Reader

Warning: mention of death, fluffy smut

Words: 1235

Tags: @nightsofren

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      The First Order ship housing Kylo Ren and his wife had docked on Jabiim. A planet out of the eye of the rebellion for the time being. The events on Starkiller left y/n distraught, her nightly routine now including terrible nightmares that Kylo had in fact died and she was left alone. She would bolt upright in bed, panting with tears streaming down her face, only to face Kylo, awake and watching her. What she didn't know was that Kylo had seen her nightmares through the force. Rarely did he get sleep anymore not only knowing what she was goiong through, but also from nightmares of him killing his father. Each night he monitered her dreams with his gift, wanting to be there for her when she woke up from them. He didn't pleasure in the fact the y/n would wake up slutching her head at the pain he had inflicted. He didn't want to hurt her and seeing those dreams that she had, he felt like he was the problem, that he should leave her so she didn't feel this way. It was so selfish of him to feel that way, he truly didn't deserve her, but for whatever unknown reason she held him on this high pedestal. Tonight was no exception to her nightmares. Kylo could see in his mind the image of him laying in the snow, blood soaked snow. In the distance he heard Hux's voice, commanding that y/n stop, don't go near him, but she was persistent. She soon stopped in front of his limp body, her hands covering her mouth and silent sobs breaking through her own. She dropped to her knees, the thin gown she wore barely a barrier between her soft skin and the icy snow. Her small hands grasped either side of Kylo's slashed and bloodstained face, a quiet voice reaching the cold air, "What has she done to you?" Behind her, two stormtroopers were advancing towards their commander, but Hux stopped them in their tracks. A rare and kind gesture on his part. They watched as the woman before them brought their leader into her lap, crying into his chest and running her now blue shaking hands through his hair.

When Kylo finally opened his eyes, clearing the vision of y/n's nightmare out of his mind, he was greeted with his wife wrapping her small arms around him. He felt her hot tears against his bare chest, her frame shaking. "You-you were de-dead," she cried, Kylo smoothing her hair, "it felt so real-real." she stuttered out. "I know, I'm sorry." he whispered against the crown of her head. "Please don't let me go." "I won't, I promise." "How long have you been up?" y/n looked up at her husband with bleary red eyes. "Not long." "You're a terrible liar Ben Solo." Kylo Ren didnt allow anyone to call him that besides his wife, admittedly he sort of liked it. "I've been keeping an eye on you every night, I know how bad your nightmares are, I've seen them. I can't sleep knowing that I'm the one causing you this pain. Y/n why do you love me so much? I'm a monster, I don't deserve you and you deserve better." her hand came up and cupped Kylo's cheeks like in her dream. "Kylo, I don't think I could live without you. You have done so much for me, and shown me what love is. I cant thank you enough. You're the best thing to happen to me." her left thumb stroking over the scar on his right cheek. "You shoudn't feel that way. You really shouldn't. I love you, but what if I hurt you? What if Snoke wants me to kill you too? I can't have you living this way, I love you too much to let you live like this. You have no idea how much I love you" it was Kylo's turn to choke now, tears streaming down his cheeks. Y/n leaned up on her knees, her lips brushing Kylo's ear, "Show me then, show me how much you love me." Kylo shivered, an odd thing for shuch a large young man. "Lie down for me love." Kylo bent over the girl, holding himself up by one forearm, while his other hand ran up from her soft thigh, to the curve of her breast. A quiet mon elicited out of her mouth. "Baby I love you so much, you can't even imagine." Kylo spoke between barely-there kisses he left from her belly button up to her jaw. The soft noises escaping her lips, edged Kylo on, two fingers trailing down the center of her torso meeting the band of her panties. Dipping his hand inside, he dragged his fingers through her folds, already slick with arousal. "Love you're so wet." his lips moved agaisnt hers gently, as she mumbled something sounding a bit like, "mmhmm". Kylo's thumb began to slowly circle her clit, two fingers dipping inside her warmth, her lips parting in response against his. He pumped his fingers in and out, slowly and gently, "Kylo...go-go faster." her eyes squeezed shut and she licked her lips. "I wanna take it slow, show you how much I love you." he whispered against the column of her throat. "I want you. I-I want you inside me." her eyes opened to look into his, his finger hooking though her panties and slowly pulling them off. She sat up, allowing him to slip her silk nightgown over her head. Kylo stood up slipping his pants and boxers off, y/n watching closely in love and lust. He leaned on his elbows over her again, connecting their lips, his left hand reaching up, holding her cheek. The dim room was quiet besides the occasional whimpers and moans. Kylo finally broke the silence looking her in the eyes again, "You sure about this?" Consent was always his priority with the one he loved. "Mhmm." she mumbled caught up in the heated moment. He reached down positioning himself with her entrance before moving in slowly. A soft grunt fell from Kylo's full lips before y/n said softly, "Ok, you can move." He set the pace slow and passionate, y/n's legs instinctively wrapping around Kylo's waist. His lips sucked on her neck slightly, not enough to leave marks, humming against her skin and his hips rocked into her. Her body felt right in her hands, his fingers mapping out pathways against her heaving skin. He was mesmerized be her, her breast swelling with every labored breath she took, her swollen lips parting to elicit soft moans and incoherant sentences, the way she held him, so gently and like he was her life source. " Im close baby." he moaned "Me too." With a few more thrusts, the two came together. Kylo stayed within her, and kissed her. His fingers brushing hair off her forehead. He lay down beside her after cleaning her up and she rested her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around him. "I love you so much Kylo, please don't forget that." She spoke before placing a kiss to his chest. "I wont." Wrapping his arms around her frame and kissing the crown of her head. Soon she had fallen asleep in the afterglow, Kylo's fingers ghosting over her back. "I love you so much." he whispered into the room before finally getting some nightmare-free sleep.

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

A Helping Hand (and maybe mouth)  {Lee Jooheon + IM Changkyun}

Prompt: Numbers 37 and 69 with Jooheon and IM

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader x Changkyun

Word Count: 3.8k

Warning: Just rounds of oral (no actual sex…yet…)

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“Changkyun, please, not here.” You whimpered, hiding your face in his neck. “There are too many people around us, what if we get caught?” Changkyun could feel your walls clench at the mention of getting caught, your pussy producing more juices that rolled down his fingers. “What if I’m too loud? Stop, we’re going to get caught!” Your heart quickened as you thought of getting caught, despite the weak argument you threw at Changkyun your pussy only grew wetter as he continued to finger you under the covers, his members completely oblivious around the both of you.

All of his members except Jooheon, Jooheon couldn’t really focus on the movie so his eyes had begun to wander around until he landed on the peculiar scene before him. He watched you sit on Changkyun’s lap, face buried in his neck and though the covers were thick he could see your hips bucking back against Changkyun’s hand. He wanted to look away, turn his attention back to the movie although he really wouldn’t be focused not with you being fingered right across from him. He went to open his mouth but decided it against it, remembering all of the others that were around him. His eyes widen and with a loud gasp, his head snapped toward the others. Shownu and Kihyun were cuddling but not cuddling on the love seat. Hyungwon was sleep on the floor, his head in Wonho’s lap. Minhyuk was deeply engrossed in the movie, shaking or nodding his head depending on which character flashed across the screen. He had long forgotten about the popcorn he had popped and moved closer to the screen.

“You really want me to stop?” You shook your head no, holding onto his wrist as you fucked yourself onto his hand. “I didn’t think so.” He clicks his tongue and his head moves around the room, eyes landing on Jooheon’s. Instead of doing the most reasonable and sane thing like pulling his hand from your shorts, he chuckles, sending a wink toward his older friend. Jooheon looked away like a kid who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, his ears burning red hot. “Baby?” You lift your head from his neck and look in the direction he’s looking in. “It seems we’ve drawn a crowd…” Changkyun slips a third finger into you and starts to relentlessly pound them into you, his other hand coming down to rub your clit. “You going to cum? You going to cum with Jooheon hyung watching you?” Your whimpers had gotten louder and you would’ve been caught if it weren’t for everyone almost dosing off, save for Minhyuk who was too into who Selena, the main character, would marry.

Jooheon threw his morals out the window and slowly turned his head back toward you and Changkyun, gasping as he could see the sweat forming on your forehead. Changkyun’s hand not moving so subtly under the cover anymore. Do they want me to watch? Jooheon asked himself and his question was answered when Changkyun whispered something in your ear and your eyes met Jooheon’s. You smiled at him, before darting your tongue across your bottom lip. “I’m gonna cum,” You huskily moaned, actually loud enough for everyone in the room to hear but once again no one turned their heads toward you. “I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming.” You moaned a little quieter and Jooheon could feel himself getting harder in his night pants, blood rushing straight toward his cock. Then he felt bad, knowing he shouldn’t get turned on by watching you, his close friend’s girlfriend being fingered but his mind and his penis were on two different thinking revenues.Changkyun’s hand not moving so subtly under the cover anymore

“I bet hyung is so hard from watching you, who wouldn’t be. You’ve never had the pleasure of seeing how hot you look when you cum.” He pulls his head from your shorts and lifts it in front of your face, a small squeak escaping your lips at the sight of his hand being covered in your juices. “You really do like being watched don’t you?” You shamefully nod your head, hiding your face in his neck again. Changkyun lets you have your moment as he licks your arousal from his fingers, deliberately moaning aloud about how sweet you taste. “Oh, don’t hide, baby, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You scoffed,

“I beg to differ, your member and best friend just watched you finger me in front of everyone, he probably thinks I’m a slut or something.” Changkyun rolls his eyes and strokes the back of your head, “Look at him Y/N/N,” You hesitantly lift your head, eyes landing on a very strained Jooheon. His teeth chewed down on his bottom lip nervously and his hands clawed at the arm rests of the recliner. Your eyes slowly moved down his body until you landed on his crotch. His cock had swelled in size and strained against his sweats. His hips slightly lifted into the air, his mind finding it as some sort of relief. “He’s basically humping the air.” Changkyun turns his head toward the screen, finding one of the girls crying about not being able to fit her bridesmaids dress because she had gained ten pounds. “And I know he’s not horny because of that.” You just stared at Jooheon, who’s cheeks just flushed red, his throat feeling dry as he just grew harder under your stare.

“Uh, I think I’m going to turn in, tell me how it ends, okay?” He quickly stands up and avoids walking past you and Changkyun taking the long way and walking in front of the t.v, receiving a slap on the ass from Minhyuk.

“What do you think he’s going to do?” You walls clenched around nothing at the thought of Jooheon jerking off to you.

“I-I don’t know,”

“Oh, you know…but for now we can’t do much, let’s watch the movie. Behave and I’ll use my tongue to clean up our mess, okay?” You just nod, attention focusing back on the screen.

Jooheon slammed the door behind him, the image of your face as you came hot in his memory. We thought about taking a cold shower, honestly, he truly did, but wanking a quick one out wouldn’t hurt anyone. Jooheon moved to his bed, grimacing once his erection before painfully obvious. Jooheon pulled his shirt over his head and then he plopped down on his bed and lifted his hips, pulling his sweats down. He looks around, spotting a bottle of lube on his bedside table. He grabs it and squirts a small dollop into the palm of his hand, closing his eyes he grabs his cock and starts to slowly pump his hand up and down. He lets his eyes close and he tries to think of other things besides the image your face when you came but his mind continuously wanders back toward it. He honestly felt blessed by guilty. He let go out his cock and opened his eyes watching it twitch in need. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t jerk himself off to his best friend’s girlfriend. It’s not right! His eyes veer from his hand to his cock and with a shameful whimper, he grabs it again. “Fuck.” He quietly moans, closing his eyes again, this time letting the image of you pop into his head. He continues to slowly pump his hand, squeezing when he got just below the tip. “Oh god yes!” He made sure to be quiet the only sound in the room were his breaths as they grew heavier and his hand moving over his cock. He realizes he’s lifting his hips off the bed to meet his fist and it’s just not enough. He lifts up and grabs a pillow. He moves on all fours and straddles the pillow. Wrapping his arms under the pillow and lowers his hips and begins to thrust against it, it’s better than his fist but still not enough. He doesn’t make a move to do anything else he just begins to fuck the pillow harder. “Oh yes!” He quietly pants, “Y/N!”

“What do you think he’s in there doing?” Changkyun brings it up again but you just shrug, trying to behave as he told you to and focus on the movie. “I bet he’s in there fucking his fist to the thought of you. That’s got to make you hot. Someone watching you cum and then having to sneak off to jerk his cock.” Changkyun raises his brows teasingly and pushes you from his lap. “Go check on him why don’t you?” You furrowed your brows at him and went to go sit back on his lap as a silent objection. “No, no, no baby. You caused his problem, be a good girl and go check on my hyung. See if he needs any…any, uh, yeah, any help.” He pats you ass and nods toward the hall. You looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to decipher if he was serious or not. He just smiled at you, biting his lip. He nodded toward the hall once again and with a quick look around the room, you turn on your heel and head toward Jooheon’s room. You looked back at him once, and he just raised his brows before turning back toward the screen, joining in on watching the movie with Minhyuk.

Jooheon had begun to pound his hips against the pillow, even having folded it in half. Jooheon was startled by a knock on his door. He quickly flipped over and pulled the cover over cock with his pillow. “C-co-come in.” His breathing was heavy and his skin was flushed. His voice was a dead give away, as you stepped into the room, knowing exactly what had been going on before you walked into the room. “Yeah? What do you want?” His words are fumbled together, carelessly spilling off his tongue. He mentally slapped himself not meaning to sound so rude but he was really hard under the pillow and you standing there wasn’t help him in any way.

Changkyun waited a few minutes after you walked down the hall before getting up to leave Minhyuk alone to watch the movie. He walks toward Jooheon’s room, the door cracked. He can hear your muffled voices and he softly knocks on the door, not waiting for a response before pushing the door open. He finds you standing to the side of the door, both you and Jooheon awkwardly staring at each other. “Was it really that much of a problem? Look, I’m sorry I watched, I really am-” Changkyun holds up a hand, stopping Jooheon mid ramble. He smirks at you, walking toward you. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Don’t apologize, seriously, you’ve done nothing wrong.” His hands run up the sides of your body and he roughly grabs your tits. “I have to let you in on a little secret.” His other hand snakes down your stomach before he shoves it into your pants. “My baby, she gets off on being watched.” Jooheon gasps and closes his eyes. His cock throbbing at the confession. “Truth be told I just found out myself, but you should’ve felt how wet she got when I told her you were watching her.” Jooheon watches Changkyun’s hand, and he gasps once again as he notices it’s moving. Changkyun wraps his arm around your body right under your tits, his fingers roll your clit between them and your knees buckle when your eyes find Jooheon’s. Jooheon shrugs, assuming as bets were off the table. He throws the pillow to the side and grabs his wet shaft, eyes focusing on Changkyun’s hand again. He tightly grabs his cock and begins to quicken the pace of his hand moving up and down his shaft. “Look at him baby, look at desperate he is.” Changkyun moves two fingers down your slit and slides them into your tight entrance, curling them against your g-spot. You quietly whimper, throwing your head back on his shoulder. “You got him riled up and he needs you to help him.” Changkyun pulls his hand out of your shorts and pushes you toward the bed. “Help him, baby and I’ll make you cum.” You kneel on the bed and look down at Jooheon’s cock. He tightly grabs his cock and begins to quicken the pace of his hand moving up and down his shaft. 

“Can I?” He instantly moves his hand from himself and drops his hand to the side.

“Please,” You grab his shaft and his eyes flutter shut, his head dropping back against the headboard. “Oh, fuck yes.” You look back at Changkyun who has moved to the opposite side of the room, sitting in the swing Jooheon had in his room.

“Do you want her to use her mouth hyung?” Jooheon’s eyes shot open and he quickly nodded. “She loves to use her mouth. Y/N, baby, show my hyung how well you can use your mouth.” You turn your head back toward Jooheon who’s looking down at your hand wrapped around his cock.

“Do you want me to use my mouth Jooheonie?” Changkyun locks his jaw,

“Princess, do you think you’re in any position to tease?” You shake your head, bowing it. “Good girl, now do what you do best and suck his cock.” You reposition yourself to his side so Changkyun can see everything. You bend over and kitten-lick his slit, pussy tingling at his taste. “Don’t tease kitten, no one likes a tease.” You move your hand to the base of his cock and wrap your lips around his head, swirling your tongue around the meaty tip. You moan at his taste, he tastes like lemonade. You pull off of him just to mutter how good he tastes,

“Good? Like a flavor? Oh, yeah, I used some lemonade lube.”  He breathlessly chuckles and pats the back of your head as if telling you, he wanted to continue. You wrap your lips around him again and slowly push down his length. Jooheon’s mouth fell open as he let out a breathy moan. “Oh, fuck! Your mouth feels so good. Changkyun had taken his shorts off and had begun to tug himself through his briefs. Maybe he liked watching you just as much as he liked to touch you.

“Show him that little trick you can do baby.” Jooheon cocks his head to the side but doesn’t protest just watches you as you take his entire length into your mouth. “She doesn’t have a gag reflex,” Changkyun informed him, “Comes in handy when all you want to do is throat fuck the shit out of her with no complaint.” You look over at Changkyun and your walls clench around nothing at the sight of him touching himself as he watched you suck another man’s cock. You swallow around Jooheon before pulling off of him, watching the string of spit from the tip of his cock to your lip, expand as you moved further back. You look back at Jooheon, finding him with his head tilted back against the headboard, eyes closed. His teeth were sunken into his bottom lip and he was trying so hard not to cum. You grabbing his shaft with a tight fist wasn’t helping the cause.

“Hold on!” He quietly whispers, hand clasping around your wrist making you stop, instantly. “I just need a second, I don’t want to cum too early.” Changkyun chuckled, standing up from the chair he had sat in. He moved toward the bed and looked down at the both of you.

“Don’t worry about cumming early, if my kitten has fun there can be more times like this…” Your eyes widen at the mention of being able to be with both men. “So use your mouth baby, make him cum. After he’s finished, you’re going to suck my cock and he’s going to return the favor.” Jooheon’s cock twitches at the thought of tasting you and he begins to move your hand up and down his length. He points his cock to his stomach and you watch with glossy eyes as his abs clench before they’re being painted with his hot seed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He quietly moans, rolling his head to the side as his eyes focus on something besides you and Changkyun, too afraid to meet either of your stares after proving he couldn’t last long.

“You’re going to have to work on that Hyung, especially if you ever want to fuck her tight pussy.” Changkyun kneels on the bed and points to the spot in front of him. “I know you’re not tired, baby, come suck my cock and my hyung will make sure you cum real good, won’t you?” Jooheon nods, eyes focusing back on the two of you,

“Yeah.” His softening cock throbbed at the thought of tasting you. You move from Jooheon, propping yourself on your elbows once you got in front of Changkyun. You don’t waste any time, pulling his briefs down as far as they could go without him having to move or shift from one knee.

“You’re so hard,” You note, stroking a hand up and down his shaft. His toffee colored tip is tinged with a bright red, precum leaking from his slit, literally leaking. You stick your tongue out and catch a few drops.

“I know baby, watching you suck Jooheon hyung’s cock got me so hard, so fucking hard.” You decide to have mercy on him, his cock throbbing in your hand. You wrap your lips around him and push yourself down his cock until your nose is pressed against his navel. You look up at him, batting your lashes. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Jooheon had repositioned himself under you, laying on his back. “Just move them-” Jooheon stops Changkyun midsentence when he grabs the fabric of your shorts and rips them apart. “Or you could do, fuck!” Changkyun’s sentence is interrupted again when you swallow around him. “God yes.” He throws his head back and you swallow around him once more, knowing how riled up it got him. Jooheon wraps his arms around the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart. His tongue darts out, running up your clit, collecting some of your juices. You moan around Changkyun and he sighs, pulling you off of him. “You’re not playing fair.”

“It just feels so good.”  You moan, straightly sitting up on your knees, subtly grinding your hips into Jooheon’s mouth. He had wrapped his lips around your clit and begun to harshly suck on it, moving his head side to side. “Good God!” Jooheon feels his cock swelling as you begin to moan for him, your taste and moans too much for his weak mind to handle. He unwraps one of his arms and moves his hand down to his cock, stroking it once again as he helps it reach its full length.

“He’s touching himself while he’s tasting you…look at the effect you have on him….” Jooheon let go of your hips and pushed your hips until he was able to push his tongue into your hole.

“Oh fuck, Joojoo!” Jooheon uses his fingers to rub your clit, his hand moving along his length at the same pace he fucked his tongue into you.

“Are you forgetting about someone.” Changkyun moves closer to you and you take his sac in one hand, gently rolling them before taking his cock in your mouth again. You move up and down, pushing until he’s hitting the back of your throat and then pulling off again. You alternate between stroking and licking his shaft, too engrossed in your own pleasure to focus straight. Jooheon expertly curls his tongue against the rough patch, and it’s enough to send you over the edge as his fingers quicken on your clit. “I’m close! Fuck, where do you want me? Where do you want me?”

“Cum on my face,” You moan, your orgasm so close.

“You want me to cum on your face? That’s new,” You just nod, and drop one of your hands down to Jooheon’s hair, tugging at it as a warning that you were close. “Are you sure?” You nod and he pushes your hand from him, stroking himself until he’s cumming. One spurt lands on your lips, the second on your check and the third across your eyes. You have no time to wipe the cum off your face, as Jooheon’s working hard to make you cum.

“Joojoo!” You moan, throwing your head back, walls clenching around his tongue, stomach convulsing. Your hips grind against his mouth, hand tugging at his hair harder. “Yes, fuck!” Jooheon pushes your hips again and drags his tongue along your slit, collecting your juices. He moans against you as his own orgasm hits, his cock painting his stomach once again. As he milks himself dry, he continues to taste you. He couldn’t get enough. “I can’t.” You weakly protest, climbing off of him, laying right beside him. Your fingers come up and wipe Changkyun’s cum off your face, sticking your cum covered fingers in your mouth, and releasing them with a lewd pop.

“Did you have fun?” You nod, “Think we could do this again with my hyung?” You nod once again, “Maybe next time we can go a little further than oral, maybe he can fuck that pussy of yours.” You softly whimper, continuously nodding your head at the thought. “Looks like you’re in luck Hyung, my kitten had fun.” Jooheon gives you both a thumbs up,

“Should we head back before Minhyuk comes looking for us?” Jooheon rolls off his bed and walks to his dress, he grabs a tissue and licks it, wiping the cum off his body.

“Nah, he’s way too into that movie.” Changkyun shrugs, laying down beside you. “Maybe we could watch our own movie in here because I do not want to watch that movie about those bridezillas.” Changkyun pretends to flip his hair over his shoulder, you and Jooheon laughing.

[sweetdreamsdude]

There’s some things about me; somethings I don’t like to talk about; so let’s talk about them

My expectations of people fluctuate more than the waves of the sea. I expect nothing from anyone but at the same time I’m frustrated if you aren’t trying to give people as much as I give. I’ll raise you as high as I can, just to have you crash me down & when im falling ill still hold you gently but I can’t promise we aren’t going to tumble.

My physical appearance; I’m always changing because I never feel like me. The extra weight I wish I didn’t have to the point that I felt like vomiting the food I didn’t eat; the weird moles that I swear I didn’t have when I fell asleep but they crept up on me like the iceberg on the titanic. I feel like a stranger in my own skin, trying to rip it off always tugging wondering when I’ll be comfortable, but it never comes, I never ease. I’m always squirming.

, my parents always said that my “niceness” will get me killed one day, but if that’s my biggest worry then I think I’ll be just fine. I’d rather be shot by doing some good, than to pay someone to shoot so that they can “keep me safe”. I want to love and change the world, not hate and watch it burn because of my own selfish tendencies . If you punching me in the face is going to cure your disease then baby go ahead and swing because I’m not here to bring you bad vibes I’m only here to try and make you feel better & after you’ve swung and you’ve done your damage if you can’t look at me in the eyes anymore, if you can’t handle what’s happened and you need to run, sprint as far as you can, just feel like you need to get away then go. I’m not going to stop you. I’ll reach out for you and I’ll be ready to comfort you but if you don’t look back that’s okay. If you don’t need my touch, that’s okay. If you don’t need to hear me say your name, or tell you how much I care about you that’s okay. Because just like the breeze of the sea, the warmth of the sun, and the stars in the sky I’m there for you. I’ll be here, for you even if you all you need to do is swing again.

Did you know that i can’t fall asleep in a quiet room? I’m scared my thoughts will force themselves in a reality and I’ll be standing stranded waiting for the good in the world, the good that I know I can help with, the good that is meant to go around, the good.. the good that’s just never going to come. The good that I know lives in my heart and plenty of others hearts but no one sees the good anymore they only talk about the bad, its bad to talk about good and good to talk about the bad and only push the bad because the bad gets you ratings, the bad makes you known, the bad gets you out there, the bad makes you money. The bad is what people want to hear about. My mind scared me, My own thoughts haunt me, my own body attacks itself ...pathetic enough? Not yet.

My anxiety drives me day in and day out, to the point of no return, it wakes me up with a loud pounding on my door, but my door is my chest and it’s my heart trying to escape but doesn’t it know? Doesn’t it know that it can’t survive on the other side? It’s not meant to survive on the other side but still it wants out. It wants to get away from the pain it wants to relieve itself from the anguish, it wants to be free. It wants to experience the other side because it thinks it would be better, it thinks it would be off better on the other side, inside of on the in, being supported by all those organs around it, having the blood pump through it but it doesn’t matter what’s around it it wants out it’s pounds to get out it needs out.... But who knows, that part could just be me.

Depression.

, put me on your pedestal, give me all the compliments you want my smile will light the world but only for a moment. Liars, is all I’m thinking. They’re going to leave you stupid. They’re using you they’re playing you, they’re planning against you. You’ll look away and the bombs will drop, the earth will quake, the seas will dry and my world will free fall but there’s nothing you did and nothing you could do to stop it. You see It’s my own hell destined to be relived day in and out. It’s the way my mind works after all the years of hurt and pain and being just too damn nice to the wrong people. It affected me more than I even knew. You’ll see it in my eyes,e begging for your help but I’ll just smile back into yours and I’ll say “nah, I’m just tired” we both know that’s a load of shit, but do you really care? Probably, but not enough to dig into me, he’ll be okay, you’ll say which is really okay. I don’t want you to anyways.

Alone.

Fuck I love being alone and I hate it, like a soda when we complain about the burn or how it makes us burp right after we take a sip.. only to just go ahead and drink some more. Alone, it makes me more creative but only in the ways to end it. I find myself thinking about it more and more but always saying “yeah but that’s stupid” and so stupid it is, but what if I’m meant to be stupid? What if stupid really is as stupid does and I’m not saying I want to die , I’m saying I want the feeling to go away. I want to be around people that care, although we know those dont exist, now do we know? Because in this world sometimes our own parents use us for their own selfish greed and don’t try to tell me that that’s not true because I’ve come home to more taken money than I can count & ive gone on more beer runs for my drunk parents while I was doing homework because they looked at what I was doing and said “we need more beer your studying can wait, we need this now” and I know they love me, I do. But I also know sometimes they simply don’t care in the moment, which is okay. I’ll be stronger but I’ll be stronger alone.

But if I died tomorrow would you say, I saw this but I thought he was fine, he didn’t need help, I can’t believe he’s gone I can’t believe my best friend is gone I can’t believe this guy I loved is gone I can’t believe this great guy that I never talked to is gone, I can’t believe this super funny guy that only wanted to help people is gone, I can’t believe this angel is gone I can’t believe he’s gone I was just going to message him the other day I can’t believe he’s gone I can’t believe I can’t believe I can’t believe I can’t believe... believe it. And I swear to god who I don’t know is real or not that if you aren’t one of five people that can actually say that you loved me I swear I will haunt your life in horrible ways I will lead the love of your life towards you and rip them away from your grasp just so you can truly say you lost someone you loved. I’ll make you eat your words. Just like I’ve eaten mine. no one really cares. Because well let’s be honest no ones really reading this here.. now are you?

That’s why I can tell you that I hurt myself so bad that I passed out, just to have my sister find me in tears and wake me up by punching me in the face calling me stupid but telling me to not leave her alone that I can’t leave her alone.

That’s why I can tell you that I starved myself to the point that I collapsed during a game, but blamed it on the lack of water i drank that day and fooled all of you.

That’s why I can tell you that my heart aches so badly that I can’t sleep unless the sweet whispers of some random show in the background are going on as if someone is talking to me, whispering they love me sometimes my mind even convinces me it’s you , even though it’s usually just Rachel complaining Ross.

That’s why I can tell you that I refuse to get help because I’m fighting this demon on my own and I’m going to fight this demon on my own because I am me and it is it and I’m stronger and I know I’m stronger and I know I can beat it and I know it’s stupid and I know I’m stupid and I know, I know, I know. I have heard it all before, that demon has got nothing on me, that demon is a tiny little wimp, I’m stronger than the demon, that demon can try all he wants and he’ll never take me down and I know I’m bigger than the demon and I know I am more than the demon and I have been told that I should know I can over come it...

But even Goliath lost to David.. didn’t he?