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[s1lu3s]

INSPIRATION ISSUES, rafayel.

warnings: suggestive content +18, masturbation, voyeur, fem!oc. pairing: rafayel x y/n. notes: this is my first shot about him!! hope u like it <3 if you find any mistakes, pls tell me (english is not my first language) comments and repost are appreciated <3 credits for the banner of mdni to roseschoices.

With Rafayel out of town in order to find some inspiration for several days, you stayed alone in the apartment you both share.

Bored and unwilling to do anything, tonight you especially felt very much in need of him.

However, he never let you know when he would be back and you don't want to bother him with your stupid and unimportant concerns.

You wish you had agreed to go with him, but your job as a hunter obliged you from doing so.

And you know you can't let Jenna, or any of your other teammates, down. Both, Rafayel and you know that your rigid morals prevent you from doing so every time he proposes such an escapade from your work.

You close your eyes, sink your head into the pillow and raise your hips as you imagine the same fantasy you've had with him over and over again this lonely week.

“Rafayel...” you murmur, squeezing one of your breasts and stroking your clit in slow circles.

You feel your fluids sliding down your thighs, your breathing ragged and erratic and your pulse rising higher and higher.

You imagine how he would do it if it was here.

Firstly, he would turn you around so that you would focus your attention only on him as he would play with your folds before delivering a single thrust and creating a torturous rhythm that would trigger an unstoppable state of frenzy on you.

You outline your own folds with one finger, which enters easily inside you because of the wetness you have between your legs. So you start to fuck your fingers in and out, feeling how your cunt is stretching them.

“Mph...” lascivious sounds burst from your lips as you change the rhythm of your fingers, curling them when they reach your walls and arching your back while you find that sweet spot that has your thighs trembling and put your eyes in blank while you hit it several times.

The warmth you radiate spreads throughout your body and you begin to feel a slight tingling sensation.

You are about to finish, when you hear a low grunt coming from the corner of the room.

You raise your head and notice a familiar figure sitting. Watching you.

“Oh, please don't stop for me. Go on, show me how much you have missed me these days.” Rafayel's voice is low and demanding, you even are able to catch that it denotes a lustful tone.

You obey. So you reassume your previous action, again directing your hand to the place between your legs, this time, turned, with your back on the mattress and staring back at him through the darkness. Your fluid always helping you to better slide your fingers through your folds, passing near by your needy clit and finally sliding into your walls.

In fact, you were closer for the orgasm you had been searching for. A couple of thrusts curling your fingers and moving them in and out, a thrust with your hips, and your legs begin to tremble slightly.

You squint, catching a fleeting glimpse of Rafayel holding a notebook and pencil and gazing at you.

“You know, these days I had gone looking for inspiration when I realized one thing. You are my source, the engine that gives life to my drawings.” His words are all you need to let yourself be carried away by the final wave of ecstasy. “A true work of art.” He mumbles and continues sketching strokes on the paper for a few more minutes.

For your part, you simply lie back and settle yourself better on the mattress, controlling your breathing and closing your eyes as you feel in the left side a slight movement.

You feel a subtle pressure on your shoulder and hip when he stands next to you.

“I don't think I'll have any more inspiration problems.” He assures you, kissing your hair and lying down with you.

[tiedyeflannels]

Never Let You Go

Park Jimin x reader

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 -- Masterlist

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre: Angst to Fluff

A/N: What's up! I finally got around to writing this fic again after a few months. I figured that if I didn't write this now, I probably would never finish and I really wanted to write this since forever ago. Anyway, here's part one and I'll post part two whenever I'm done, which could be in an hour or a couple days *shrug*. Enjoy tho!

“I can’t believe you said that,” Jimin yelled as we walked into the living room.

“Are you seriously getting upset with the fact that I had told you that I thought you looked a little unwell at the shoot today,” I calmly asked, following him into the room.

“Yes! Especially when you just had to let the entire staff know about it too!”

“Anybody would’ve brought it up. Jimin, I was just concerned about you,” I tried to reason, but he spun around and looked at me with a furious face.

“You were concerned!? Why don’t you worry about yourself for a change?”

“How can I, when I know you haven’t been sleeping or eating well recently?”

The tension was starting to build in the room the longer we stood there in silence. Jimin was silently fuming and anyone could see it on his face. I was trying my best to stay calm and defuse the situation, but anything I said seemed to make him angrier until…

“Well, maybe you should worry about not being in this relationship anymore.”

“What…” I quietly asked as all the blood rushed out of my face in shock.

“Guys, maybe we should calm down,” Namjoon said calmly.

“No, I'm done!”

“Chim… you don’t actually mean that,” I tried as tears started welling up in my eyes.

“Yeah. I do,” he huffed before storming out of the living room, toward his room.

The tears slowly escaped from my eyes as I watched him angrily close the door behind him.

“Oh, Y/n…” I looked to the side and finally realized that the other members had been sitting in the living room, listening to our fight.

“He didn’t mean that,” Namjoon tried to reason as he hugged me from the side and rubbed my arm soothingly.

“Yeah, you know how he can get when he’s mad. Just give him some time to cool down,” Tae spoke up from the couch.

I sadly nodded as Namjoon gave me a squeeze before guiding me to the couch and letting me join them in whatever they were watching.

~

Sadly, it seemed like he didn’t calm down. I tried knocking on his door over the next week when I went over so we could talk, but he told me to leave or just simply wasn’t there. I tried texting him, asking if we could talk about the fight, but they always went unread. 

The worst thing about it was that I was supposed to leave to work in the States for a couple years, next week. I did my best to get him to talk, I even had some of the members try to talk to him about the fight so I could see where he was, but he dismissed the topic as soon as they brought it up. 

Which brought us to today…

“Please let us know when you land, okay,” Jungkook said as he gave me a hug.

We were standing in the driveway of their house because they wanted to see me before I left for the airport. Well… all except one.

My eyes were darting around the group and the windows to see if I could spot a glimpse of Jimin before I left, but he was nowhere to be found.

Namjoon walked up to me, “We all told him that he should, at least, say bye before you left…”

“He’s an idiot,” Yoongi chimed in, making me chuckle at his bluntness before continuing, “We’ll make sure to tear him a new one when we see him.”

The guys nodded in agreement, making me smile at how much they cared about me.

“It’s fine! Though if you could convince him to talk with me about this situation that we’re in, I would really appreciate it,” I said, looking around the group with a small smile.

“We will definitely do that,” Hobi said with his reassuring smile.

“...After we tear him a new one,” Tae added in, completely serious. 

I smiled and nodded, “Thank you. I’ll try to reach him as soon as I get situated in my new place, but I won’t expect him to reply.”

“We’re right behind you,” Namjoon assured.

I sighed, “Thank you and good luck in the military! I’m sorry I won’t be around to see you guys off individually. I really wanted to.” 

Jin waved me off, “No worries! We’ll see you when you come back, just be safe.”

He opened his arms and I happily slotted myself between them, giving him the last hug for a while. Some of the others cooed and gathered around for a group hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, guys.”

“We’ll miss you, too,” they said and kept hugging for a bit before stepping back to let me go.

I sighed, “Stay safe and healthy. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done.”

They nodded before I sighed one more time and started slowly backing away from them and to the car waiting for me.

“Love you guys! Take care while I’m gone!”

“Love you too!”

~

Once I landed I texted the group to let them know that I got there safely and that they should take care of themselves while I’m gone. I took a cab over to the apartment I would be staying in for the next two years that I was going to be here and started to get situated as soon as I stepped inside.

After a bit of unpacking, I took out my phone once I took a break to lay on my bed and opened Jimin’s contact.

Sighing, I typed out, “Hey, I made it safely to my new place! It’s really nice here, but it’s nothing like being home. I would love it if we could talk soon. I miss you a lot… <3”.

I turned the phone off and let it drop to my side, hoping that he would come around soon.

Part 2

[miss--katherine]

Where: Rhytm Realm With @glitchfms (Banks)

"You should hire me for your social media person or something," she told the man she was standing behind as he was looking through the music equipment, looking for whatever it was that he needed at the moment. For the time she knew him they rarely hung out just the two of them, usually there were other people around or at least people from the band, but for today's endeavour, she had found herself asking if she could come when he'd mentioned he'd be coming to the music store. She didn't really have money to buy anything right now, the budget was tight since during the summer she'd been on vacation and spent quite a bit there, but she could still appreciate and see if they'd let her test out if she still remembered how to play the guitar.

"Look at how nice this looks, I'm a pro" she said as she turned her phone towards Banks to show him a video she'd put together as a reel from the last performance.

[lgcmaylin]

your world is eternally complete.

i know you probably won't believe me, but i truly am sorry.

maylin has many faults in her approach to life. where she is bold comes the coldness that can follow without her truly realizing it. some would say this dancer is morally gray, neither purely good nor evil. others think she's some kind of robot with no true emotions, broken in the stillness of unwavering expressions. only deep, dark brown eyes staring and casting judgment onto others.

these words never really phased her, she's heard worse growing up.

but there was a friendship, one that she truly held closely to her, that made maylin realize that maybe all these assumptions were true. this so-called friendship had crashed and burned by her fingertips. there was nobody else to blame for her careless words and nonchalant actions. some can get tired of it, and maylin believed that's exactly what happened @lgcsehun. what once was a tender relationship has turned cold.

a simple apology could fix things, coming out and admitting that she went too far. are you really sorry or are you just pretending? is something she has thought countless times, and each time she's shaken that thought away. regardless, every time she saw sehun in the halls of lgc or occupying one of their usual spots, she had the nerve to turn around and go in the other direction. but not today.

"do you have time to chat for a second?" she called out to her old friend, hands deep in the pockets of her hoodie.

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

“Would it kill you to show some appreciation for the things I do for you?” Mary snaps, dragging her fingers through her hair in frustration. Sure, she herself, wasn’t that good at sweet words or grand gesture or most anything that felt too romantic, but there were other ways to show you were thankful for someone’s presence. And she always tried to do as much. “Or acknowledge them, at least. It’s like... sometimes I feel like you seriously take me for granted.”

[scbrvght]

spillurgvts ♡ liked for a starter based on ( ♡ )

their game was wrong but it didn't change the fact that she liked it — loved it, even — right up until the moments when it started to hurt. when she’d catch sight of them with someone else, their hands brushing too close, their smiles just a little too genuine. that was why she maybe found herself spending suspiciously too much time around the other at these kinds of functions. a whisper, meant only for them, as she shifted closer, her lips almost brushing their ear. " I mean, this is what you wanted, right ? " words hang in the air for just a moment a she blinked, settling backwards again, her tone too sweet to be sincere. " to know that even though I'm theirs, you can have me too ? "

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @starspurn ( aventurine ) || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  " are you confident you'd always win ? " the thrill of a gamble was one thing, but the glint in those eyes of his when he made his moves was a whole different level of belief altogether. " or perhaps, confident enough to know luck would be on your side ? "

[francaoliveira]

🦜ꜰʀᴀɴᴄᴀ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ & ᴀʟᴇᴄ ꜰʟʏɴɴ

Franca, admittedly, wasn't much of a drinker. But, after getting into it with Beatriz earlier at the sanctuary in front of the employees and volunteers (and even a few guests), she needed to get away. Texting Phoebe to see if she could meet up with her, she tried to figure out which bar could be the best option. Aurora's was great, but more for when she's in a better mood; The Labyrinth was too flashy and she didn't understand the references too much, nor was she really into fantasy and mythology; Mic Drop!, well, she hates her singing voice (despite being told that it was good), so that's not an option; She will keep avoiding O'Shea's, the place of an awkward blind date that ended horribly a year ago, like the plague; Static was loud, very loud; The Vault wasn't too bad, but she didn't feel like dancing; and then... The Pour House. Fuck, that place kind of scared her, always has. She's rarely, if at all, has come here. But... If she keeps her head down and has a few drinks, maybe she won't be bothered. Fortunately, it didn't seem too busy (or scary) tonight. Sitting at the bar, she'd been about to order a drink when she saw the bartender. "H-Hey," she breathed out. Recognizing her old classmate. "I... didn't know that you work here."

🦥ᴡʜᴏ: @alecflynn

🦥ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ; ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ ʀɪᴅɢᴇ

🦥ᴡʜᴇɴ: ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 16ᴛʜ, 2024

[fvlsegcds]

closed starter for @jetaiimee. inspired by.

Sleeping next to someone was new for Ellie, she had never really been the relationship type, but something about Victor had drawn her in. There was a sense of safety she lacked in any other aspect of her life, a warmth she was finding more inviting than the bottle as of late, and a strange comfort in just enjoying someone's company for once. She was trying her hardest not to be her own worst enemy, though tonight she found herself struggling to drift off to sleep. The familiar nagging voices plagued the back of her mind, weaving cruel fiction that her happy ending was bound to come crumbling around her any time now. After at least half an hour of internal debating, blue eyes squinted open as she reached for her phone to check the time. Just past one in the morning, and as much as she knew she should let him sleep with work in the morning, but it was too loud to have any chance at getting any herself without a hand. "Hey.. are you awake?" A silly question, assuming he was sound asleep, until she started up, squirming within his grasp in an attempt to catch his attention. "I can't sleep…" Words emphasized with a whine, her hips grinding back against him with intent this time, the fabric of her shorts already bunching between them in their position. "Help, please, baby? I need you."

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @sungoesdcwn ! BASED ON: this and this !

" HI ." IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT THEY HAD seen each other mere minutes ago . the soft greeting escapes haven's lips with the sort of reverence that would make it seem like they'd been apart hours . she presses her forehead to hers with gentleness that is perhaps enhanced by the high but haven would like to think it's equally present without it . "i know you can't see it but ... your aura is such a pretty pink tonight ." haven says, the words with her head bobbing in a nod . "you're going to have to trust me, because i can see it and you can't ." haven nods decisively . "and also cause i love you ."

[nxnsense]

"you didn't mean to hurt me ?" questions as she looks up to them. "well, i guess in the end it doesn't really matter cause it all hurts the same." || @viciousins

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @gcldenblades ) ; day four, morning of the wrestling competition .

❛ what is it you want drystan ? ❜ her gaze does not stray from the window. the focus of her attention upon waves crashing against jagged rocks below, but she sees his reflection within the thin pains of glass. her patience for that part of her family was limited at best, but today ( her head throbbing with the remnants of her wine consumption the previous evening ) it was none existent. ❛ well ? ❜ argella reluctantly turned, an expression that urged haste etched across her features. ❛ do not tell me you are fearful of the competition today ? ❜ she doubted such was his actual motive, but she could not resist the barb. ❛ you are a grown man, i will not fight your battles for any more. ❜ whether she had ever done such a thing a fair topic of debate.

[zorkaya-moved]

‘you should have a drink, too.’ (from lyney!) (i'm sending you memes like 2 days late I'M SO SORRY)

@apocryphis

How kind of him to offer her a drink after his Father left, leaving them both to enjoy a couple of drinks and simply enjoy each other's company. Lyney is one of the small number of people who is aware of the snake living in the Akademiya, the actor of all actors who changes her whole identity with a snap of fingers to such a chilling degree you'd think you never knew the reality when interacting with her.

An opportunistic pragmatist with ambition running through her veins since her childhood, an older sister of two demons of the north from Snezhnaya. Well, not like anyone outside of their little village would know that and, perhaps, a couple of Harbingers. Arlecchino certainly doesn't forget to call Sokolova out on her dark reputation of a poisonous snake to her face, even today while Lyney was here. She was so rude about it, too (not that Zarina cared, keeping her self-satisfied and calm smile with a gleam of her golden eyes to showcase the biting capabilities). But why would she leave Lyney with her? Possibly to gain favors, to win trust, or simply because Arlecchino knows there are some similarities between the two of them that can be used for future.

Older twin siblings, that's what they were. Isn't it an entertaining similarity to share? Arlecchino didn't need to mention Victor before them both today either, stating that her brother was doing well. What a bitch, she knows which buttons to push to remind where they both stand: do not underestimate. As if she can allow herself to underestimate the Knave. Zarina almost laughed in the woman's face right with the magician in the room, but held back, instead showing nothing but laid-back and relaxed smile.

When Lyney offers a drink, her golden gaze finds him immediately. He's a smart one, an observant one. He has a bright future in the world down below, but does he wish to continue this path if he doesn't stand on top of the pyramid? She's sure that if not for her ambition, she'd wish for a calmer and sweeter life. Zarina studies Lyney with a blank expression but her smile crawls back on her face as she approaches him with a bit of a playful hum as her hands reach out for the glass offered by the young man.

However, her hand instead of grabbing the glass of wine, she finds herself turning the magician's face to herself. She tilts her head to the side, studying him a bit more with that sharp gaze of hers and a smile that seems a bit too perfect. The magician must always know when to hide their tricks up their sleeves, correct? He must be observant and has questions to her. Arlecchino clearly has big plans for him and she wants to see if she can give him any tricks to keep in his sleeve. Why? Because it'll make everything more fun. He can turn those against her in the future, but so what? It'll make the entertainment more fun. This life of hers will be less dull if there are more competent actors.

Oh, this is going to be fun. She needs more capable pieces on this board.

"You have talent, Lyney. Your Father has such hopes for you," she lets go of his chin, finally taking the glass of wine. Her vision on her hip shines and the magician will see how the glass would become covered with a bit of frost. Chilling her own wine like this, showcasing precise control over her vision. A showcase of power, a showcase of control, a showcase of sharp fangs. Does he not want power? If not, what does he want? Protection of his siblings will require more power, more knowledge, more ambition. "Good job at taking my card now, by the way."

She winks and laughs, patting her now empty pocket.

"Open it and read it," she takes a swing of her glass, not caring about how the red liquid would roll down her chin and then on to her white shirt. It looks like blood in this lighting and her gleaming golden eyes and the scarlet lips don't make the view any less intimidating. As she wipe off the trail off her chin, Zarina chuckless. What he sees is a hedonist, a woman who cares for nothing but her own self-satisfaction. But she's sure he is aware this is another facade, another acting role with a mix of truth hiding in it. They are all in a theater play called life and it's always going to be a toxic drama with tragic twists. In life, villains might as well win unlike in happy fairytales. "Use that invitation to find me next time. Arlecchino left you here with me to ask all the questions that intrigue you. What do you desire? Tell me and I'll let you know how possible it is and how you can achieve it."

The more capable pieces there would be, the more fun the game will be. And the more humanity will succeed in moving forward, away from Archons and the old order.

[leejiieuns]

It seemed like it would become a never-ending debate, where the best place was to get coffee in the district. The raven-haired girl seated by the window would insist it was ACOFFEE, and Cho Hajun was inclined to agree-- partly because he frequented the place with her, mostly because he knew to express dissent against Ah-In would warrant a death stare. But Cheon Jaeha, standing on the other side of the room, did not know this, and proclaimed another cafe to have the best coffee in the district. Hajun would never say it, but he secretly agreed with Jaeha, and he was glad he didn’t voice out his thoughts for he saw Ah-In’s head whip so fast so she could fix Jaeha her aforementioned death glare. Hajun tried to hide the ghost of a smile on his lips at his friend’s passion for being right. Just as he thought the debate would last for longer, one of the other guys in the room-- Kim Seungmin, standing in the middle of the living room-- was whipping out his phone and suggesting that perhaps they should just order a cup from each of their suggested cafes, and everyone can give a rating to settle the debate. Noises of agreement filled the room and, in true Seungmin fashion, he managed to placate the group with just a few words, and prevented what could have been a whole thing. Not that Hajun thought they would get hostile over a coffee debate, but with so many different personalities in one room, he could never be too sure.

He had just passed the phone to Euijin, opting to skip his turn because “I agree with Ah-In, ACOFFEE all the way,”, which earned him a grin of approval from his friend, when the door swung open, and he heard the shuffling of feet as they entered the living room. There was only one person who was missing from their group, and he, along with everyone else, turned his head to the door to see her enter. But his brows furrowed as he watched her pause by the entryway, and as someone else came inside, he understood: she was with another person. He vaguely heard someone ask her who she’d brought, because as soon as the newcomer’s face come to view, Hajun’s blood went ice cold. “What the fuck is he doing here?” he said, practically hissing. 

[lgcmaylin]

the living word.

there was no hiding that fall was maylin's favorite season or time of the year. it gave her an excuse to chat about ghosts when it was on theme for the month. but the one thing she wished never came to fruition was:

“I’m in pumpkin spice hell.”

the moment fall started, every cafe maylin went to have some new flavor incorporated with their pumpkin spice lattes. that's all she saw on the menus, including the flavor of their baked goods. early this morning, the dancer needed to get coffee running through her veins to be a functional person today, but the only things anyone was offering were sweet lattes and pumpkin spice everything.

was she the only one who thought it tasted terrible?

"please tell me your thoughts on this. i know it's probably the most random conversation topic you've had today but," the brunette looked over at @lgcrua. it was better than complaining about their dance lessons, which were becoming repetitive. maybe she was just bored and needed to occupy her mind with something else other than the fact that she was severely lacking in some departments.

[naturiisms]

@ofwishfulthinking // edgar, their house :’)

the month had passed in a sort of serendipity, the two men falling into what would soon be a strong routine. the days at work seemed like they would never end, which was a welcome change to the days he’d spent over the last year wishing for them to last longer. now, however, marco had his home working it’s way back together and was determined to let nothing get in the way. ( even if that meant missing the lunch rush on BOGO bag days at cloud 9 ). glancing down at his watch, a tired huff blew through his nose as he saw it was just around one, the beginning of peak rush. still, he pulled both glass windows shut and double checked the grills, just to be sure. after picking up a few stray items, a hand weaved it’s way through curly locks, his steps heavy as he closed and locked the door behind him.

the drive home was nearly on autopilot, fingers tapping away at the steering wheel as he made his way into the driveway. the missed lunch rush was long forgotten as he walked into the house, taking a moment to appreciate the smell of home and the sounds of his kids playing in the distance. after kicking his shoes off, he placed his keys on the hook and made his way up to the study. leaning against the frame, he knocked on the slightly open door and gave his husband a goofy smile. “good afternoon, handsome,” he cooed, arms crossing over his chest. “i decided it was absolutely criminal for you to have a day off without me, therefore the truck is closed. what do you say we let the kids run around the yard and spend some time together outside?”