#im entering the smut part and i cannot decide

[chrollogy]

help a girl out … neuvillette with two cocks yes or no❕

[kyurizeu]

#9 - Need help? (Im)possibly fate

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Warnings: SMUT!!!!! ; fingering, hickeys, praises, kisses, groping + its not proofread

A/n: fyi if you were not aware that this series will contain smut ITS ALWAYS BEEN IN MY IMP FATE INFO!!! Also tysm everyone who r supporting me rn w my 500 special but i’m sadly very bust with asks and other stuff irl so i cannot answer my asks atm!! Apologies mlvs<3

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It had been a good while after getting the amazing idea to collab with Jungwon. Before you even knew it you were sitting on a couch in the recording studio, watching through the glass wall as Jungwon was recording some lines. You were going over your own lines and warming up your voice until you heard Jungwon come out of the room. “Your turn!” He patted your head softly. “Mmhm.. but after i’m done with my lines we have to record the part where we sing at the same time” You got up fixing your skirt and reminding him.

“Oh yeah… i’m gonna go get some coffee, do you want some??” You nodded and mumbled a quiet thank you before closing the door.

“Y/n you have to record some adlibs too… are you okay with changing the ‘aa yeah’ with something else?” Your producer and mixer was talking to you..

“What would i change it to?”

“I’m not sure if it’ll feel weird, but i was thinking that you could add some more extra suggestive elements into your voice. I was thinking that the background could be more sexy yk..?”

“Sexy?? Like how?”

“Instead of ‘aa yeah” you would kind of moan it instead of singing it with a melody”

“Oh okay…”

“Let’s compare… sing now”

to be honest.. you were kind of uncomfortable moaning into a microphone in front of your producer.

“Okay that was alright… you get the point but now you know what kind of style i want for the song so when your alone you can record these easier when your comfortable”

“Okay..”

You recorded some parts and after 30 minutes the producer left and you decided to keep recording alone to improve some lines. Just as you were recording your adlibs Jungwon came back, holding two ice lattes in his hands.

“Oh am i… interrupting something?” He laughed after hearing you literally moan.

“Oh no!! Umh haha the producer told me to record some of these adlibs like that..”

“I see.. i can leave i’m sorry”

“No it’s okay you can be here”

“Can i help with recording? I can go set the record button and help you choose the parts, that way you won’t take so long”

“S-sure thanks”

The fuck were you supposed to do now..? Record a fucking moan and make him choose from them?! Shit fuvk no.

“Just.. pick up where you left off! Let me know when to press record!”

You nodded and got ready already feeling embarrassed.

“Alright ready”

‘Got me- got me in a tight grip~ ah yeah”

You saw from the corner of your eye as Jungwons face got redder and eyes got wider.. he turned to you and you took off your headphones. “I-Is this weird..?” You asked him letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “No, But are you feeling a little uncomfortable ? You seem tense”

He tilted his head a little and smirked. “Well… umh. I guess it’s just a bit weird..”

“Why?”

He was grinning from ear to ear now.. you wanted to hit him on his shoulder so bad. That teasing son of a bitch. “I just feel weird trying to moan in front of.. someone..” you said quietly keeping your eyes on the paper in front of you avoiding his intense eye contact. “Need help?” His smirk was growing judging by his voice tone. You instantly snapped your head towards him in shock. “W-what?” You felt your ears turn red and you laughed nervously. “Need my help?”

Bold. Wow.

“W-what do you mean?”

He got up from his chair and came into the recording booth. As soon as his tall figure entered the room you felt like an ant next to him. He was stepping towards you, keeping his eyes on you staring down at you and smirking. “I know you understand” he was really close to you now. “I’m not sure i do…” you gulped nervously. “Oh I’m sure you do.” He pinned you against the wall.

You two kept intense eye contact for almost 10 seconds before his eyes traveled to stare at your lips and soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

Holy fuck…

His lips were practically devouring yours and his hands rested on your jawline, pulling your face closer to his. He tasted sweet and a little like ice latte (i wonder why).

“I assume that was a yes..?” He smirked against your already swollen lips before lowering his lips down your jawline. “Y-yeah…” your breathy voice was shaking as you felt him nibble at the skin on your neck making your stomach tingle. He left a trail of kisses on your neck before he stood up straight again and his hands groped your boobs roughly. You let out a moan from the sudden sensation which made him glance down at you and smirk. “Thats it, just like that” his hands ran down from your chest to your upper thighs leaving you uncomfortably wet and needy. “What do you want?” He looked deep into your eyes. Such a tease. “I.. want you to touch me” feeling a little embarrassed by your own words you avoided his intense gaze. “What was that sweetie?” SWEETIE?!

“I wa-want you to touch… me” you said a little louder now. “Where exactly?” His face was inching closer to yours again with his signature smirk still stuck on it. His hands we’re travelling slowly towards your core, playing with the hem of your skirt as he lifted your face towards his by your chin making you gulp nervously. Soon his slender index finger pressed against your dampened panties right on top of your sensitive clit, making you let out a high pitched whimper. “here?” He tilted his head with a grin. “Y-ye-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his fingers came in contact with your wet folds. He rubbed his fingers up and down adoring the way your face scrunched up when he hit a sweet spot. “Look so cute for me” he gave you a peck on your cheek and lifted your other leg up to rest on his arm pushing two digits in. “a-angh…” breathy moans and whimpers left your lips as he kept making small hickeys on your neck and chest. His fingers we’re speeding up each time he pumped them in and out. He curled his fingers upwards and his thumb rubbed against your clit, making your brows furrow and lips part a lot to let out the loudest moan. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his digits and your moans were faster and louder. “You cumming?” He picked up the pace and rubbed your clit faster and faster. “Y-yes jung-…won” you blabbered his name over and over again as you came down from your high slowly. When you came back to your full senses you felt his lips all over your face, softly giving you french kisses everywhere. “So good for me… so so good for me” he grabbed both sides of your cheeks squeezing them as he cooed at you. “Gosh i’ve wanted to kiss you for so long” he smiled and gave you one last passionate kiss.

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“See? I’m a professional producer”

He played the recording and you nudged at his arm annoyed. “No way were using that!” “Well see what the producers think” he grinned. “Shut up”

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[misguidedasgardian]

Holy shit theres so much that happened in this chapter jfc but before I get into all of that, I just want to say...

I CANNOT BELIEVE MAEKOR TOOK A PAGE OUT OF HARWIN STRONGS PLAYBOOK AND FATHERED A CHILD WITH A MARRIED WOMAN, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY, LIKE FATHER LIKE SON 🤣🤣🤣

BUT OH MY GOD THIS CHAPTER WAS EPIC!!!

Now Maekor x Helaena wasn't a ship I was expecting but it's a pleasant surprise. Helaena deserves to be with someone who loves her and omg she named their child Maelor in honor of his father which is even cuter and AHHH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF THAT HAPPY FAMILY!

The scenes where Harwin kept grabbing onto his son bc of who he's meant to face in battle alone (which wtf you mean to tell me Rhaenyra didn't send anyone else to come and help?? Harwin even sent them a raven and nothing?!?!? OOOOO RHAENYRA IS IN DEEP SHIT NOW)

Now lets talk about the epic of entrances that has been entered in fanfiction...

OUR BADASS QUEEN WHO SHOULD'VE BEEN COMING IN HOT AND READY FOR BATTLE ON HER FRESHLY HEALED DRAGON GOING AFTER VHAGAR WHO WAS GOING AFTER ONE OF HER DRAGONLINGS

OH MY GOD THE BATTLE SCENE WAS FREAKING AWESOME, I MEAN RIP TO QUEEN VHAGAR BUT YOU WAS GOING AFTER MAEKOR AND HIS DRAGON AND THAT WAS A BIG NO NO

And then my second favorite part of this chapter was Helaena coming down to where they had congregated on Dreamfyre all confident and shit... I might start tearing up again 🤧 telling Aemond no more fighting and Aemond looking relieved that she was alive and that Aemma was alive made me want to give him a hug (after I slap the shit out of him for almost taking Reader out to begin with)

My last but not the least in the slightest part of this chapter definitely had to be the collective fuck 'em to both Rhaenyra & the Hightowers. The way they all decided to stop fighting for Kings and Queens they don't believe in anymore collectively as a whole family 😭😭😭😭 ITS SO BEAUTIFUL! THIS IS WHAT VISERYS WANTED, HIS FAMILY UNITED AND NOW THEY ARE. (hes probably not happy about the fuck Rhaenyra part but Aemma (the older one) is probably telling him off in the afterlife for making dumbass decisions and ignoring their other daughter who was the more obvious choice of being ruler)

My god I can't freaking WAIT for Reader to go to Dragonstone and fuck shit up 👊🏻👊🏻 I want a full blowout between the sisters and I want Reader to knock her ass OUT. MY THIRST FOR VENGENCE IS REAL!

P.S. The softer side of me also can't wait for Harwin and Reader's reunion as well 🥺🥺🥺

I loved this so much! Hahaha

Maekar and Helaena are the cutest if I might say so myself… they had love each other for ages, and Maekar likes his women a little older jiji (like two years but anyways)

I don’t even know what Rhaenyra was thinking 😂 she was protecting her own skin, because a naval battle was happening right off shore of Dragonstone and she was scared, she couldn’t tell anything to Daemon, and she hoped the Strongs (Rhaegar included) could figure it out on themselves

OH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT! I thought it was being too rushed… the battle and all… IM SO GLAD 🥰🥰

Yes poor Vhagar, but for reader and Aemond means to leave a part of their lives behind… like for Aemond means a new beginning and for reader means killing a part, like a rotten part of her allegiances … something like that I suck at metaphors

Yeahh Helaena is getting confident about her “dreams” so she will start following on them, that is what feeling safe with her own dragonslings will make 💕 Poor Aemond what Otto put him trough only to manipulate him! What a Bastard!! He needs a therapist dude… imagine thinking the persons he loves the most are dead… only to be a lie! Anyways

The alliance that should have been from the beginning! Hahaha even though they will not fight for Rhaenyra and Aegon they still face an uglier opponent…

I’m thinking about writing an entire chapter about love reunions! Jajaja pure smuts 💕💕

Thanks my love for this amazing ask! Hahaha I read it a bunch of times! 💕💕

[just-some-random-blogger]

In Your Defense

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After being forced into marriage, you decided you would make the best of it, deciding whomever you'd wed could surely not be worse than your father. And upon learning your husband-to-be's erratic behavior is matched with a fierce sense of loyalty, you decide to be a dutiful wife and present yourself to him on your wedding night.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Feminism left my body, brief mentions of abusive father, arranged/forced marriage, fem!reader, smut (4k+ smut?????? I-, honestly high key pwp, virgin!reader, first time awkwardness, fingering, vaginal penetration, praise kink), protective!daemon, fluff, TYPOS (im sorry), etc.

A/N: im treating myself by writing this because im going through it and this blonde demon is so hot Part 2 kinda "Tea time"

"What kind of man is he?" I asked. "The prince?" the king sighed, leaning back on his chair, "I'm afraid he is as insolent as the rumors say he is." I pick at my nails upon hearing this. "Still," he adds, "he is my brother. I trust him with my life." My eyes lift from my hands. King Viserys holds a sincere expression on his face. It does not falter as he continues, " and I like to think it is not due to my lack of better judgement."

I took in a deep breath before entering the chambers that is now mine and my husband's. I grip my sweaty hands together as I enter, chewing on my lower lip in agitation.

Prince Daemon turns to me from across the room; he was in the middle of changing out of his wedding attire. His eyes were fixed on me as he unbuttoned his coat.

I take in another breath and walk up to him, making him still his actions. I know his gaze does not leave me even though I could not look at him on my way over.

Now that I stood before him, I dare to look at his piercing, violet eyes.

The prince's face is dark, as the moonlight was the only source of light in the room. This was the second instance I was able to behold the slope of his nose and the curve of his lips, the first being mere minutes ago during our marriage ceremony.

He had left the very moment he pledged himself to me. I was meant to follow him right after, but my father pulled me aside and laid forth the longest sermon he has given me yet. He made sure to grip my arm one last time, ensuring the pain of it would not make me forget his words. I had never been more relieved to be released by him than in that moment.

I push the horrible image of my father away as I reach out to the prince's hands that were stuck on his chest. Before I could touch him though, both his hands grab my wrists. I do a good job of masking my gasp after years of practice, but I cannot withhold the widening of my eyes.

He chastises me in a language I do not recognize, stepping forward once. He tilts his head in some sort of expectation. I open my mouth, "I apologize, my prince, but I do not understand."

What he says next makes goosebumps form all over my skin, "I said you do not have to offer your virginity to me tonight."

I am unable to speak or even release a sound, though my jaw is hung low.

The prince enjoys this. His lips pull up into a soft smirk. My skin burns when his fingers brush against it, as he tucks away locks of hair behind my ear, "that is, unless my pretty bride is not a virgin."

I stutter, absolutely horrified, "y-your grace, how could you think so lowly of me?"

He chuckles, the sound of it makes my stomach roll, "I do not." His hand travels down my neck where the pad of his thumb then rubs at my skin. I feel a lump form at my throat though he does not even press against me, "how funny that I'm somehow saddened by the fact no one has touched you tenderly before."

I bring my hand to his, after a shudder comes out of my mouth involuntarily.

"You are not much older that my niece," he mumbles, pulling his hand away, which in turn makes me drop mine to the side in some form of defeat. I expect him to walk away, but then he runs the back of his hand down my arm. I bite the inside of my lip harshly because of it.

I take a moment to regain my coherence; he seems acutely aware that I do. "I believe I am, indeed, three years Princess Rhaenyra's senior," I manage to choke out.

He hums, "when I was your age, I already had every woman I wanted bent over by my knee." Without warning, he takes my cheeks in both hands, causing a squeak to come out of my lips, "my princess," he says, "if you sleep with me tonight, tomorrow you may well be carrying my seed and unable to walk for it."

My pulse quickens. Daemon feels it beneath his thumb.

My lips quiver, "will it truly be that painful, my lord?"

I see his expression soften, "it may," his thumb ghosts over my lips, "but it would be the consequence of the pleasure I would give you."

I grip my hands and bite my lip in thought.

Daemon takes one more step forward.

My hands move over to his waist where they then begin to tug at his top nervously. I heave arduously, "take me then, husband."

He hums lifting my head up to look at me more intently. His thumb brushes my skin, "and is this yours or your father's desire?"

I feel disgust rise up my throat at the mention. "Does it matter?" I squeak, only realizing I spoke it out loud when he pulls away and says, "it matters to me."

When Prince Daemon begins to walk away, my heart clenches, uncertain of what to do next. I feel like a helpless mouse that was spared by a cat, or more accurately, a woman spared by a dragon and was now reeling at the unanticipated form of mercy.

"It's mine," I blurt out decisively, "I fucking hate my father,"

He stills in his tracks because of this and turns over to me from his shoulder.

"He is a cruel monster and I am glad I do not have to bend to his will any longer."

The man with silver hair chuckles as he continues making his way to the large bed, "and you believe me to be better than your father?"

We exchange looks the moment he is sat down at the end of the bed.

I pick at my nails and nibble my lip, watching the prince as he watches me, "I admit I was concerned of what your demeanor might be after learning you were called The Rogue Prince," I turn to my hands and dart my tongue out before continuing, "but I was comforted by sentiment the king had for his brother."

Daemon chuckles louder at this, crossing his arms, "and what did the king say about his brother, pray tell?"

"That he trusts him with his life," I turn back to him, "and that it is not due to his lack of better judgement."

"And you are choosing to trust this stranger you have been wed to based on this premise?"

Unable to bear the weight of his stare, I turn to the floor when I reply, "I am."

He shifts upon hearing this and speaks again in foreign tongue. I turn to him and take in his expectant look. When he does not do or say anything else, I figure he probably asked me to come over. I do just that then, releasing a breath as I take the first few steps towards him.

Once I am in front of him, his hands immediately go to my waist and he pulls me onto his lap.

I bite my lower lip so hard that I taste iron.

I am sitting on one side of his lap. He pulls my thighs close to him, securing an arm behind me. His hand brushes against my cheeks and my whole burns in anticipation at this point.

The prince places a kiss on my lips; he is eager and hungry. I instantly reach my hands out to his torso, fingers digging into his clothes. He squeezes my side, which makes me whimper. He takes it as an opportunity to deepen our exchange.

The next thing I know, he pulls away and shifts me around so that my back is pressed against his chest and his head is nestled on the crook of my neck. My toes curl at the feeling of his hot breath. He chuckles when my skin pricks yet again with goosebumps.

He does nothing but kiss me for a moment. I slowly begin to melt against him, but then his hands began to pull my skirt up. I barely manage to jolt and squeal when he claws halfway up my thighs. He shushes me, holding me down as I squirm against him. I heave heavily, completely contrasting his calm demeanor as he speaks, "it will not hurt."

My husband proceeds to nibble on my neck and I bring my hands to my mouth when I am unable to contain my moan. He chuckles, teeth grazing at me a bit harder, "you will enjoy my fingers better than my mouth in this instance."

My heart is pounding in my chest. I will my breathing to even out as I bring my hands back down to my skirt, right where the prince had his underneath. He continues to work on my neck, though his palms remain stagnant, only moving to massage my thighs slowly.

After a moment passes, I breathily urge, unsure if I was more scared of the fact he was growing restless or that I was, "continue, husband."

"As you wish, pretty wife."

His grip on my thighs tightens before they move again. I grip on the fabric beneath my fingers when I feel his thick ones rub against my heat. When I push my thighs close, he firmly digs on my flesh to bring them open, hushing me yet again.

I cannot even think to be embarrassed by the sound that rips out of my throat when his fingers enter and exit me in such a maddeningly slow pace.

He curses against my shoulder before he mutters again in the language I do not speak.

He continues these actions, I think to soothe me, and yet it elicits the opposite response. I continue to wiggle atop him, absolutely unable to contain myself. He is so desperate to keep me in place, he pulls a hand away and snakes his arm around me. My back arches against him as his actions quicken. My hands rise up to his head where they then claw at whatever I could touch.

I do feel embarrassment burn on my cheeks when suddenly, he pulls away and pushes me back on my feet. It cause of how he stood before me, tilted his head down on my smaller form, and licked his wet fingers.

The action was so obscene that my mouth opens, yet not a sound comes out.

I was still gripping my skirt when he spun me around began to unlace my dress. I feel the hair on my neck raise as his fingers tugged on my clothes.

Daemon must have felt my tension because he suddenly says, "you will enjoy this better if you relax."

"I- I'm trying."

He chuckles.

A shiver runs down my spine when he tugs my dress down and it drops to the floor. I cannot help but wrap my arms around me as he leads me out of it and spins me back to face him. He looks like he took no offence in my actions though, and even grants me the mercy of undressing himself.

When his shirt leaves him, I turn away, finding the ceiling so very interesting. I see him kick his pants off from my peripheral view. Right after, he takes my chin in his fingers and pulls my face to him.

My eyes land on his violet ones. I flinch when his hot hand finds the cool, bare skin on the side of my belly. His eyes flick down for a moment, "there is no shame in your beauty."

I release a sigh when he connects his lips to mine.

His hands find their way to my spine. I am slowly being pushed back. Before I fall, I bring my cold, clammy hands to his burning hot skin. He hisses because of this, and I pull my hands away in response. This is why my body crashes onto the bed prematurely. When he pulls away to reposition me, I squeak, "apologies, my prince."

As much as I wanted to examine his reaction to my words, I screw my eyes shut when I finally catch a glimpse of his naked form. My cold hands slap on both sides of my face.

He chuckles again as he pulls me up until my head is rested on the pillows by the headboard, "am I so grotesque to the eyes of a beauty?"

I open my mouth, hands ripping away from my eyes, though they remained closed, "No- I-" but my words end up as yet another squeak when Daemon grabs my legs and fold them up to my chest.

I slam my hands onto the bed, unable to do anything else as the prince continues to bubble out in chuckles as he maneuvers over me. One of his hands remain on my things, rubbing the area with much care, the other goes up to my chest and kneads on my exposed breast. I am anything but silent when I feel his manhood press against me on top of all this.

I feel his hand sink on the cushion beside my head. He presses a kiss on both my eyelids, "look at me, wife."

I slowly peel my eyes open and feel the vein on my neck tighten when he begins to rub himself against me. My hands claw up on his back. He again reacts with discomfort.

"I-"

He grabs my hand before I could pull away from him, my newly released leg dips because of this. "I will warm you soon enough," he says, pressing my cold hands back on his skin, "you can grip me as hard and as roughly as you like."

I do not reply for his lips press against mine.

In that very instant then, he lifts his hips and sheathes himself in me. I let out an unholy sound and my limbs constrict around him out of instinct. He himself draws out a prolonged groan, as I let out multiple high pitched whimpers and curses.

"So ready for me, wife," he moans, kissing my cheek, "such a good girl."

Again, I do not speak when he begins to rock into me back and forth. Only indistinguishable words leave my lips.

Daemon absolutely revels in the feeling, mind dizzy with the immaculate sounds echoing across the room. His body weight is delicious against mine, and whatever fear I may have had of being crushed is overpowered by a desire to crumble underneath him.

I find myself whining out his name at this point.

"That's right," he grunts, "let them know who's fucking you good."

I react to his obscenities by spreading my legs further. In that instant, I whine even louder as his newfound position hits an overly sensitive nub in me. My legs consequently tighten around him, entirely unwilling to let him go. Whatever concern I had about his hisses no longer phase me, even when I dig my nails into his back. It was all I could do as he pounded into me, relish the texture of his scarred skin and groan lewdly.

He speaks again in his foreign language, but I feel in my gut that he was singing me praises... but then again perhaps that was just his large co-

I start to scream when his pace quickens and his hand begins to rub on my aching core. My body arches against him, tears begin to build in the corner of my screwed eyes.

I pull even him closer to me with my desperate arms, mouth wide open as it finds the skin of his shoulder. My teeth instinctively bite down and lap at the salty surface. I graze my teeth up to his neck and it's there that I repeatedly call his name, over and over and over again, practically praying to him.

"I'm here," he hushes, both hands moving down to my thighs. I groan as he digs his fingers in and coos, "you're doing so good for me. So good."

I open my eyes upon hearing the praise. In that moment, as my voice hitches up and down at his ministrations, I move my face to look at him. Daemon presses his forehead on mine as we both breathe hotly against each other.

I succumb to this unknown desire to bite at his lip. The sound Daemon makes because of it makes my belly swirl up even more in its unreadable anticipation.

Curses leave his lips as his actions become more rugged, much quicker, and more wanton. I pull away from him, absolutely weak under his brute force.

The action coaxes out his name from my throat. He mutters mine against my ear and asks me to let go. He does so in such a sweet yet commanding way that even if I didn't want to, I would. I repeat his name a couple more times as I chase this high that is building and building, up until fire bursts all around me. All my tension explodes and I'm absolutely limp and boneless.

I'm basically just screaming like I'm mad at this point.

Daemon is roughly heaving atop of me, actions not ceasing just yet.

All at once, I feel him release a hotness inside of me. It makes me cry out yet again, only this time, I finally am aware of how helpless I sound.

"Good girl," Daemon mutters, movements growing sloppy though still not yet stopping. He peppers kisses on my neck as I quake and quiver. He repeats the praise the same way I am absentmindedly repeating his name.

When he finally relents, I regain some semblance of strength in my limbs and I begin to tighten my hold around him again, once more unwilling to let him go.

The chuckle that vibrates from his chest makes me whine and shiver. He revels in the sound, though he is halfheartedly apologetic because of how sharply I react.

At this point, his entire weight is now relaxed upon mine. I enjoy the heaviness and fullness of him. I snuggle my head against his, fingers digging into the roots of his hair. He remains atop me unmoving, content in our joint position.

My heavy eyelids rip open when he moves off me. I begin to wonder if he moves away because he did not like what I was doing. He stands for a moment then pulls at the blanket beneath me, bringing it over my body. It makes embarrassment shoot up around me. I tense when he climbs up next to me.

It seems he senses this as he rolls to his side, "are you not satisfied?"

I press my lips together, hands coming up to neck, legs pressing close against each other, "no, my prince, I- n- I mean- I enjoyed-"

His chuckle cuts me off. My breath hitches when he kisses my shoulder. I turn to him as he rolls on his chest, his hand lazily makes his way to my belly, "you'll learn to be more confident in your skin soon enough, darling."

As quickly as my heart soars at his sweet words, I feel so stupid when he draws his arm back and shifts to face to other way.

It's all so overwhelmingly confusing and heart shattering to me. I cannot help that suddenly tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I press my hands to my mouth, fighting back any cries from being heard.

Alternatively, Daemon suddenly remembers that not everyone wants to keep to themselves after a fuck. And so he turns over and speaks, "you can touch me if you-" but falters right after. His brows knit when he sees me roll over abruptly. The urgency of my movement was what gave me away.

Fuck.

"Have I upset you?"

I pull my hands away, cursing my very existence when my voice breaks out with a shaky, "no."

Daemon shifts, lying on his back with wide eyes, trying to recount just how he managed to fuck up so quickly when moments ago he was receiving such high praises.

"Do you not want to touch me?" I quietly mutter.

I feel so pathetic after asking it when I receive no response.

I am shocked when I do hear a retort, "I did not think you wanted to."

I quickly turn to him, absolutely desperate, "I want to!"

Daemon's chest tightens when he sees what he does.

He rolls to his side again and brings his hands to my face, wiping my tears with his thumb. He then pulls me into his chest, arm going around me, "don't cry, sweet girl." He presses a kiss on my head, "this will not happen again."

"It better fucking not," I whine helplessly, my own arms going around him. Daemon is as surprised as I am with my words, but I decide not to apologize for them when he presses another kiss on me.

The next day, when my eyes flutter open, I take in the sound of breathing and a heart beat against my ear. It seems I shifted in my sleep as now my head was rested by the crook of my husband's neck, chest pressed against his. His arm was around my shoulder.

I lift my eyes and take in his features, only now allowing myself to admit that he was stunning. He was stunning and mine, my husband. My hands reach up to retrace his jaw and nose. My face begins to heat up as I the image of him last night plays in my head.

I chuckle to myself but then I bite my lower lip quickly, as not to wake the sleeping being with my noise.

My hands find their way to his chest where I then begin to draw delicate lines that form nothing. I rip my hand away when I suddenly hear a slamming at the door. I begin to panic and pull the sheets up around me as I hear a voice I could vaguely recognize call out to me and Daemon.

I am completely frazzled, absolutely unsure of what to do.

I look between the door and Daemon, deciding I should not risk letting anyone see us naked. I sit up quickly and call out hesitantly, unwilling to wake my husband with my voice, "just a moment."

There is another bang on the door, and so next time I speak, it is not as timid and much more annoyed, "just a moment!"

I sigh, deciding to get out of bed. I do not manage to however, as suddenly, a hand is on my arm, holding me back. Daemon's eyes barely blink open, and yet his voice is loud and angry as he yells, "Fuck off!"

I flinch at the intensity of his voice that continues to warn, "come back in a hour, unless you want to lose your head."

In that instant, I give him a nervous expression. He pulls his hand away to rub his fingers on his eyelids and groan. When he finds my gaze again, he moves to caress my skin with the back of his hand.

I lick my lips nervously, "good morning, husband."

He smiles, "good morning, wife."

I clear my throat, "that was my handmaiden," I trail off, "she was probably tasked by my father-"

"Do you want me to kill him?"

My mouth remains parted.

Daemon grunts, shifting to lift his head up slightly, "you said the fucker was a cruel monster," he glides his hand up and down on my back, but quicker this time, "you are mine now; you have no use of him. Say the word and I will make him food for Caraxes."

"I..." I turn away, "I do not want his blood to dirty your hands."

Daemon smiles. He breaks into a laugh as he sits up. I look back at him after he presses a kiss on my shoulder, "I would gladly bloody my hands for you."

I turn to my hands, feeling my cheeks heat up at his words. I pick at my nails and remember his words from last night, "... am I with child now?"

He laughs, so loudly that I turn to him in shock. He pulls me against him, muttering words in a language I still don't understand. His hands travel down my sides, "we can try again in case you aren't."

[swhatever]

‘’do whatever you want.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 8: bondage 

pairing: aragorn x reader

summary: you and aragorn decide to mimic a hostage situation as a training manoeuvre, but when you go to claim your prize you find aragorn tied up so much better

warnings: afab!reader, Smut with a capital S, idiots in love, barely any plot to be honest i just wanted to get my mans tied up, the other rangers are there but like for 3 seconds, literally nameless, kind of established relationship??? there isn’t any titles or anything but you’ve got pet names for each other n shit, a criminal amount of commas as per usual, oral (m!receiving), unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it lovelies), more plot than porn im sorry homies, aftercare is our friend not our foe!!! but this is a forest hideout with no resources so you don’t get very clean AJSJJSJSS

word count: 1201

a/n: sorry i posted so late girlypops ANYWAYS I LOVE U BYE 

You ran quickly, heart pounding through your chest. Ducking under branches and twigs snapping beneath your feet, you grinned, knowing you had claimed your prize. Aragorn. The great Strider himself, putty beneath your gentle hands. You continued running, climbing a tree quickly and slowing your breath, you watched with a devious smile as the other rangers continued onward to search for you on their hunt. You had won. 

You jumped down gracefully, heading for your hideout, covering tracks as you went. You entered the makeshift hideout, door shutting behind you with a soft ‘click’. There he was. You had captured him earlier in the practice, knocking him out and carrying him over your shoulder to your base. You had been careful tying him up, blindfolding him, making sure each rope bound around him was tight enough so he couldn’t escape but loose enough it didn’t hurt. Not that he couldn’t take it, of course, it was just training so you didn’t want to risk it. 

He stirred beneath you, consciousness slowly but surely returning to Aragorn as he sat, legs folded below him. He grunted slightly as he shifted, a small frown gracing his lips as he realised what happened. You won. He lost. What hell had he just been transferred to? 

Smirking, you lifted the blindfold off of his face, his blue eyes blinking up at yours. 

‘’Good morning sunshine!’’ you spoke, eyes alight with glee, ‘’how was your beauty sleep?’’ 

‘’Hilarious.’’ Aragorn grunted back at you. 

‘’I know I am, thank you very much.’’ 

‘’Let me out,’’ Aragorn half-pleaded, barely bothering to look solemn, ‘’you know I won’t leave.’’ 

‘’Funny that, considering it’s bollocks.’’ 

Aragorn stared at you. He shifted in his bonds, attempting to loosen the knots. Damn you for listening when you learnt knots during hunting practice. Your mirth only grew when you noticed his struggle, utter joy painting your features. He ignored the part of him that alighted with joy when he noticed yours from his predicament. You placed a thumb and forefinger on his chin, turning his face to stare into yours. You hummed, a pondering look gracing you. 

‘’You know,’’ you began, the sultry tone inseparable from your voice, ‘’it will be at least a few hours until the other Rangers find us, I’m sure of it.’’ 

‘’And nothing you want will happen until you loosen my bonds, love.’’ Aragorn quipped back, attempting to plead with you. 

You laughed, doubling over. ‘’You know every time you ask me to untie you it makes me want to do it less, darling.’’ 

You dropped suddenly, perching yourself on his lap. You brought your mouth to his ear, whispering gently. ‘’And I must be honest, you’re just so vulnerable like this. It cannot deny the way it tempts me.’’ 

Aragorn muttered, his face turned away from you, shivering slightly from your breath on his skin. 

‘’What was that?’’ 

‘’Do whatever you want.’’ 

You grinned then, the corners of your lips practically reaching your eyes. You kissed him, darting your tongue out, asking for entrance. Aragorn opened his mouth willingly, letting you enter him. You moved your mouth downwards, curving along his jaw and down his neck, biting him and licking over the marks slowly forming on him. You peeled off the underclothes you left him in when you tied him up as you moved your mouth further down, making sure not to jostle Aragorn’s bonds as you went. It wasn’t until he found himself fully bare in front of you that he opened his eyes, seeing you grinning in front of him. 

‘’I want to touch you, my love.’’ 

‘’That’s a shame,’’ you smiled back at him, ‘’all things considered.’’

You ran your finger over his slit then, gathering the precum at the tip and moving your finger downward. Aragorn sucked in a breath as you leaned down to lick the prominent vein running up his cock. He groaned as you went down on him, desperate to touch you, for friction, for anything. He thrusted into you, his cock hitting the back of your throat again and again and again. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes but you persevered, concentrating on sending Aragorn into overstimulation, all your focus being placed on his erect cock and nowhere else. Aragorn came with a cry as his thrusts became more erratic, pushing up into you a few more times as he emptied in your mouth. You lifted yourself off him then, licking your lips and grinning. Aragorn stared up at you, wanting so desperately to return the favour, knowing you would not yield and you would likely keep him in these bonds for the next week if it pleased you. It would likely please him, too, to see you so happy. Not that he’d admit he’d be willing to bring his demise forth for your pleasure, no, but it was true all the same. 

You stood up to take off your clothes, slowly unclasping every button and peeling off your trousers achingly slowly. You saw the pain in his eyes, the desperation, as he shifted in front of you, longing to touch you as you did him. 

‘’I want you, love.’’ 

You stared down at him, humming slightly. ‘’I suppose you’ll get me today, but do not think I will be as kind next time.’’ 

‘’Next time?’’ 

You quirked a brow then, smirking. ‘’I wasn’t the one moaning in my bonds not 5 minutes ago.’’ you said, staring at his leaking cock. 

He could only nod in agreement. Before he had a chance to further plead for you, you lined yourself up with his cock and slammed down, moaning as he entered you. You clamped around him as he filled you, before you rolled your hips. Aragorn grunted beneath you as you lifted your hips up and slammed back down, once then twice then three times. You fell into a steady rhythm, your pants and moans the only sound filling the still air. As you pushed down again, Aragorn pushed his hips up to meet you. You groaned as he hit your g-spot. You both sped up, Aragorn pushing up as you pushed down. You reached down between you to rub your clit, rolling your button between your fingers. You came then, leaking onto his cock. Aragorn’s thrusts sped up, his pace erratic, his breaths filling the air. He filled you, white stripes painting your insides. He thrust a few more times before stilling, you lifting yourself off him. 

You smiled at him then, loosening his bonds and letting him free. He rubbed the red marks lining his wrist before grinning back at you. You placed a gentle kiss on each wrist before he brought you to his mouth. You hummed into him, tongues battling for dominance. He placed a kiss to your jaw and matching kisses behind each ear before staring at you. 

‘’This turned out better than we both hoped, hm?’’ you laughed with him, before standing up and extending a hand. 

You led him to the river nearby, bathing and cleaning each other off. You went back to your hideout and got dressed before sitting on the makeshift seating, grinning at each other. Better indeed. 

[damselofblueroses]

Bambi, Chapter 1

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations’ session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to friends.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be four or five chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

Chapter One: UN Village

June, Incheon Airport

Along the curves of the hill

Rolling, rolling, rolling hills

As we climb there’s a broken streetlight

When I see one, I turn off the lights under it

Baekhyun was nothing but ready for the excavation.

You were more than ready for the session.

Both of you, were nothing but two leaders who hated each other equally.

You were eyeing each other with saying no words since your teams came together in the airport. Before this particular moment of departure, you refused to meet with Byun Baekhyun, putting aside meeting with him, you refused even dropping an e-mail in order to let Sunkyungwan Team about Sejong Team. You were clear and strict as fuck, even though two teams had to work together for three months, you had zero intention to get accustomed with the other team leader.

The weather was sunny, nice and warm, however because of you and Baekhyun, your team members were feeling like they were trapped in a fucking blizzard during the coldest winter.

You were aware of your team members had positive opinions of that scoundrel, especially the girls, as you had your first-handed experiences because of your stupid classmates, Byun Baekhyun was very famous of his abilities to cast a spell on women. The problem was he was also famous as a serial dater, serial killer type of men.

A bastard, nothing more nothing less.

“Indy,” one of your team members, Minseok, called you. Although, calling you as Indy was also a habit of Minseok, it was also an obligation for the others, you insisted on calling you by your nickname or your name, instead of calling you as sunbae. You did not like the hierarchical titles. “Should we move into the control point?”

“Yeah, if you are ready.” you replied, grabbing your luggage and the rest.

“I guess we have to alert Sunkyungwan people since we will fly together.” Hyesun pointed out, your eyebrows knitted.

“I guess,” you recall her words. “They also have this information, so we do not have to alert anyone, we are not their babysitters.”

Hyesun’s cheeks were blushing after you kindly scolded her, but she was clever enough to hold her tongue. Your dislike towards Sunkyungwan was not a secret as you used every opportunity to show it. You led your team to the kiosks, counting the heads automatically. You had six here, you were going to have ten more when you arrive to Chios whose coming from all around European universities. With thirteen Sunkyungwan students, the excavation was going to shelter almost forty members. It was going to be massive, you had to admit. You never had more than twenty students in the field till now, but you were going to lead an extraordinary team as Junmyeon craved into your brain’s folds with his hammer of words.

You wished to be with Junmyeon right now, you were more tense than usual. Junmyeon could put you in more stable mood, however you even did not think to name him while the executives were asking your possible candidates. He would kill you merciless, you knew it very well.

Eh, at least you got Sehun, Junmyeon’s brother in your team, he had a lot of similarities with Junmyeon even though he could be noisier than anyone you know, however you accepted him as your dongsaeng, as his precious noona and role model, you also knew how to put him in an order. Then you had Minseok, the eternal field-partner of yours. He was older than you, although he was engaged in a Ph.D. programme in abroad, he willingly accepted your invitation. You had four seniors, Shinhye, Yixing, Jongdae and Hyesun.

To your dismay, two of the seniors who you really could want in your team, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were in that bastard’s team. You were of the fact that they were immensely close to each other, but you wished to have them in your team as their abilities were precious.

Especially Doh Kyungsoo.

You missed that fucking bastard who preferred to be with Baekhyun.

Life, you inhaled. It was not going exactly in the way you could ask.

“On your foot, soldiers.” you called your team around you. “Do you collect all the materials you will be in need of?”

“Yeah.” Jongdae cutely pointed to his tiniest bag. “I am ready to excavate.”

“Exactly you will need every tool you have.” Shinhye smacked her husband’s shoulder. Yeah, you had a married couple in your team, although you were a year younger them, you always regarded yourself as their big sister, if not a mother. “You are going to work too much, Dae. I have sleepless nights because of the burden on your shoulders.”

You could not help but burst into laughs after the look Jongdae gave to his wife. Those idiots, they were so lovely and instead of their endless scolding sessions, they were incredibly fond of each other.

Sometimes you wonder, how having your significant other by your side would be?

You slightly shook your head, quickly climbing out of this deep cliff.

“Let’s go!” you exclaimed, jumping to the air. “Sejong is ready for the session!”

Baekhyun was watching you with a disgusted expression.

“Move on, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol pushed his body to forward. “We will miss the flight, Goddamnit.”

“Give him couple of minutes.” Kyungsoo chuckled. “He is fucking the girl with his eyes, frankly, he is doing it unapologetically.”

“Which girl?” Chanyeol’s eyes widened. “Do you mean, that girl? You c-

“Of course, I am not.” Baekhyun interrupted Chanyeol, staring at Kyungsoo. “She can go and fuck herself.”

“Well,” Kyungsoo stood up, placing his book into the bag. “I guess, you are going to be one to fuck her, but maybe I am wrong.”

“In her dreams.” Baekhyun laughed. “If she can manage to dream something like this, but I do not think so. That little freak can put even the nuns into a shame.”

“She is beautiful to be honest.” Chanyeol said with no different intention but observing your features carefully. “Okey maybe not the hottest girl in the town, but she is pretty, and I heard she is very clever.”

“She is.” Kyungsoo approved. “But she kicked Baekhyun’s ass twice, so he cannot endure her presence.”

“She never,” Baekhyun grunted lowly. “Kick me or my proverbial parts!”

“Did someone talk about kicking some asses?” Jongin appeared out of nowhere. “I am in.”

“Shut up, Jongin.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Let’s pick the team.”

The smile on Kyungsoo’s face irritated Baekhyun, he wanted to erase that fucking grin so bad, punching his face but Baekhyun had to hold his manners as the team leader. If they would be in their flat, he could already beat the shit out of Kyungsoo, at least he would try.

Baekhyun hated the fact that Kyungsoo had the exact past with you and him. Three of you entered the department together, instead Kyungsoo went to another university to pursue his master, in the end he testified every moment between you and Baekhyun.

That’s why he was smiling since he learned you were going to be the other team leader.

Baekhyun was aware of the close relationship between you and Kyungsoo, one of his best friends.

Quickly Baekhyun led his team to the control point, close to your team. He was avoiding from this step, however as the leader, presenting his fucking team to your team was his responsibility. When they arrived, he took a deep breath.

“Good morning to all.” his blood started to boil when you turned to him with a displeased face expression. Your eyebrows were knitted, your fucking lips formed as a thick line, your dislike was palpable and Baekhyun knew his own face was mirroring your feelings. “I hope you are fine, could you let me present my team to you?”

Baekhyun wanted nothing but cut the shit off.

“Good morning.” you answered between your teeth. Your voice sounded extremely creepy. “Yeah, go for it.”

You do not make a favour to me, bloody woman, Baekhyun thought but he put all his efforts to control his words.

“My name is Byun Baekhyun, I am going to lead Sunkyungwan Team this year.” he looked at your team members, quickly memorized their faces. “I really look forward to work with you, I wish a good session for us. They are my members, Park Chanyeol, Doh Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin, Kim Danbi, Lee Taemin, Lee Donghae, Kim Jonghyun, Kim Kibum, Lee Seungjo, Kang Seulgi, Im Yoona, Kim Taeyeon and Kwon Yuri.”

“You are like a troop, huh?” one of your girls smiled after Baekhyun finished his presentation.

“More or less.” Baekhyun smiled back to her. What a surprise to him was the transformation of your face. You warmly smiled to the members and bowed to each of them.

Baekhyun raised his left eyebrow, but he could not avert his eyes from your smiling face.

It was pleasant like a spring day and when you smile your eyes were shining.

“Thank you.” he heard your voice. “My team is not big as yours, Park Shinhye, Kim Jongdae, Zhang Yixing, Oh Sehun, Kim Minseok and Song Hyesun.”

“You forget yourself.” Minseok slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes. “Indy is going to lead Sejong Team as she has been leading us for the last two years, you can put your faith on her, she is the greatest.”

“Indy?” Jongin repeated your nickname with a surprised face. “Are you foreigner?”

“Do I look like?” you laughed and prevented yourself from flinching his forehead. He was such a cute kid. “That’s how my team call me.”

“Ah.” Jongin blushed and you could not control yourself anymore.

“But if you want, you can also call me as Indy.” you grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Everything must be equal for the teams since we are going to live together during a whole summer.”

“I would like to.” Jongin bowed to you.

“So do we need to add sunbae when we call you?” Kyungsoo asked.

“Have you ever called me as a sunbae, Doh Kyungsoo?” you coldly replied. “Did Sunkyungwan change your behaviours?”

“Gardens of roses turn to garths of thorns in a second.” Kyungsoo murmured but he was smiling to you, then he opened his arms, catching you off guard because you knew that Kyungsoo was not a huge fan of hugs. “Will you salute me as a good friend, or will I start calling you as sunbae?”

“Shut the fuck up, Doh.” you inhaled, but actually you were happy to see your still-working-on friendship. You moved to hug him, he held you tightly and lifted you to the air, then turned around himself, made you laugh like a 5-year-old girl.

Baekhyun did not like what was happening before his eyes. Kyungsoo had to be with Baekhyun, not hugging you for his fucking dear life, or lifting and turning you around like you were very dear to him. He hated sharing his friends with you, he already lost Junmyeon, he wanted to keep Kyungsoo and Chanyeol to himself. You should be fucking away from them, they were Baekhyun’s and only Baekhyun’s friends.

And there was another fragile issue that Baekhyun had been keeping in the deepest point of his heart and mind, like the palace of Nyx in the darkest part of Tartarus. Extremely delicate, horrendous, and even atrocious.

Baekhyun was aware of a strange presence was lying down beneath his hatred, dislike and continuous loathe towards you, there was a layer of curiosity, something could feed different layers and causing an earthquake in his life. Baekhyun knew that you were his biggest rival, but you became his rival by your talents and intelligence. He knew this and this piece of realization doubled his hate towards you.

The funny part was the things he did not realize. Baekhyun was full of confidence, he was capable of performing even miracles, however he never perceive the fact that you were also a miracle.

“So, what we are going to do?” Chanyeol asked to everyone with a huge, happy smile. Baekhyun fended himself off moaning, happy virus Chanyeol already sensed the chance of levitating the mood between the teams and playing along with it. “Are we boarding?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” one of your boys, Sehun, came close to Chanyeol. Baekhyun and you immediately glared them, noticing the chemistry between these two. Both of you wished to keep the teams apart from each other in order to reduce the obliged interactions between the leaders, but it seemed not possible even from the beginning. Baekhyun was cursing between his lips, you were swearing at the executive board in your mind.

“Indy,” Shinhye whispered to you. “Are you okey? You look like wanting to kill one of us.”

“Not you.” you answered without thinking, then registered to your words. “Ignore me, Shinhye, I am a little bit tense right now.”

“We got your back.” she blinked at you and held Jongdae’s hand. “Let’s start the adventure!”

What an adventure, you thought but silently joined them. Kyungsoo also was walking next to you.

“Why the heck you went to Sunkyungwan?” you spilled the bean. “I always believed you would stay in Sejong.”

“Yeah, that was my intention.” Kyungsoo was plain as always. “However, Sunkyungwan gives me more opportunities to secure my career, Indy.”

“I know.” you had to admit. Sejong was not generous as Sunkyungwan. “Sorry for my selfish words.”

“No worries.” he beamed. “It happens all the time, but I am really happy to work with you again.”

“Old but gold days, huh?”

“Well, it was not purely gold,” Kyungsoo followed the flows and ebbs. “Do you remember when we were almost expelled from the university?”

“Is there a way to forget those days?” you immediately took a look on Baekhyun. It was his fault, obviously. “We were shitting in our pants instead of the one who put us in that situation.”

“Come on,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It was not only his fault, Indy, our hands were also crimson red.”

“Let me recall the memory, Doh,” you pinched his hand, he playfully pushed your fingers. “Excuse me if I am wrong, however that scumbag was the one who challenged you to confiscate the coin, because of your involvement into the incident, I had no choice but dragging your ass out of shit.”

“They caught two of us in the crime field.” Kyungsoo burst into laughs. “Professor Lee went ballistic and scolded us like we just killed a person cold heartedly.”

“And you could not see the reason behind it?” You were cutting Kyungsoo’s body with your eyes. “If someone tries to steal a coin from the excavation house during the session, I will kill them for sure. We were so lucky, the one who caught us was Professor Lee.”

“I heard you are strictest when it comes to excavation.” Kyungsoo assured you. “But try to not kill us.”

“The only one I am going to take down,” you shivered with the memory, Kyungsoo was already regretful to remind it to you. Well, maybe not so much because he wanted you and Baekhyun to realize the potential relationship you could have, and the easiest way in order to put you two in touch was making you angry. “That bastard if he will behave like the old days. We are not children anymore.”

“Have you ever been a kid?”

“Fuck off, Kyungsoo.”

“You did not change even a bit, Indy.” Kyungsoo made his statement. Obviously, you were going to keep this to yourself, taking his silent approval made you were more than happy. “You are still a pain in the ass.”

“And you are still a good boy.” you grinned, watching his lips formed around silent laughs. “Such a cute puppy for me, let me see your wagging tail.”

“I am sorry to interrupt your flirting session,” Kyungsoo turned to Baekhyun’s deadpanned face. “However, we have to move.”

“When you come across to a pretty girl,” Kyungsoo did not miss the chance of returning the favour. “You have to flirt with her. Wasn’t it your advice?”

“Yeah.” Baekhyun looked at you, then turned to Kyungsoo.

You knew what was going to happen.

“He said pretty girls,” you tucked the words in Baekhyun’s mouth before he could open his fucking damn mouth. “To my dismay, I have never been pretty to correspond the standards of Byun Baekhyun the Magnificent. I am crying for the lack of beauty almost every night, I mean living without Byun Baekhyun’s interests… Such a misery.”

Kyungsoo bit his lower lip in order to hold his laugh, Baekhyun’s fists were clenching but you did not stop there.

"Ah I almost forget to ask for the name of that little village, Baekhyun.” you directly looked at his eyes since ages. “Where the girl you desperately wanted to bless with your attention left you? UN Village?”

You immediately spin on your tiptoes, then slipped towards to Sehun, leaving two of them behind of you, refusing to look at back. In the meantime, Baekhyun was throwing daggers to your back, grinding his teeth, his jaw was extremely tensed. Before Kyungsoo could stop him, he swiftly came to your side, you felt his breath on your neck.

You shivered.

You fucking shivered and Baekhyun noticed that.

“You are playing with the fire, as always.” he whispered to your ear before someone could notice what he was doing. “Did you forget who was burning with fire, baby girl?”

He quickly disappeared and started to make such a fuss in order to gather his team members around himself. You were frozen, after years, you were frozen, you missed the little smile on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth.

You were on the verge of screaming because of the frustration you had felt. You forced yourself to proceed, walked into the plane, helped your team in order to set their belongings and place into their seats, then you retreated your own seat. It was comfortable and you could easily snatch a blanket. Your wish became true, even quicker than you expected because Sehun, your wonderful Sehun, already brought a soft blanket for you. You smiled at him, actually forgiving him for building bonds with Chanyeol since they changed their seats in order to sit next to each other and weaved your legs around the fabric.

Your brain was in autopilot, you were lost in the horrible memories. You did not want to recall them, you buried them into the cemetery of your memory. You wished nothing but never remember that day.

The day in that village.

Baekhyun was mad at himself.

His face was clouded, for the first time he was silent and sitting on the farthest seat in the plane. He really wanted to be alone, and since being vocal about his feeling was so natural for him, he told his need to the team. They willingly let him to do what he wanted, as a result, he was looking out of window, hell if a person could see something out of a plane’s window, and he was cursing himself.

He knew it was going to be a chess play. Between you and him.

It has been always like the chess.

There was a bond between you and Baekhyun, even thought you two always refused it, you also were aware of that bond. You equally hated each other and if there was a thing which could make you happier than seeing each other’s downfalls, that was the opportunity of being the one who digs the other’s grave by their hands.

He was sure on he was going to be the one who sets your body on fire, then finishes you. He was sure on he was going to be the victor, the one and only champion.

When he kills you, erases your name for all eternity, when he condemns you with demnatio memoriae, he will calmly breathe again.

You were a pain in the ass, even when you were not around of Baekhyun, you had a place in his mind since that fucking day he met you. Your presence was like a tree, how much he could try, he could neither find your roots in his mind nor cut them all.

You were his enemy; he was going to treat you as you deserved.

There would be no turning back.

But…

He was mad at himself.

He made a wrong move while he was trying to disturb you, shake your cage in order to give you a lesson.

He also remembered.

The day in that fucking village.

[senpailuci]

This is my first ever Yoru x reader smut ;w; Sowy for the grammars but i was really needy and yet into writting something!...hehehe

Therefor i said i have bad grammars and writtings, spelling as well so sorry for that. Buttt i hope you enjoy this oneshot! Uwu this is for all of yoru simps or Carelss FOR ALL OF CHU BC I LUV U ALL UWU

!!NSFW Oneshot warning ahead if your not comfortable at Nsfw i suggest you do not read this! Or if your below age i suggest for you to not read dis!!

Dom Yoru x sub!Reader

(GIF not mayn OwO)

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"My,My You've been Needy one since i was gone huh?" There You were pinned against the wall By Yoru himself. With your Legs drapped around his waist and your hands around his shoulders, with your mouth agape as strings of saliva was visible connected each and every edge of your lips. Meanwhile his hands was wrapped around yours, keeping you held up in the ground before his palm gripped in each of your butt cheek,making you whimper in neediness and blushed harder than before.

"it seems i'll have a good time pleasing you, just the exact moment where i can punish you until you've learned your lesson"

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I Care to explain what happened to you. Well, awhile ago you were just there sitting in the couch out of boredom, waiting for your Boyfriend Yoru, To be back, since he had another daily mission to clear out this time. The Television was on yet you didn't do anything but watch and use Yoru's Phone for awhile now. Until hours have passed there you have nothing to do but just to lay down and sit back up, repeating afterwards until scratching your head. You couldn't just imagine how Yoru Cuddles up with you in the couch, sometimes it turned out into a session. And that session however cannot be forgotten by yours, you couldn't just stop imagining how he touched you, pleasures you until you begged for him to fuck you senselessly enough until you cant even walk. Biting your lips after those flashbacks. Soon you started to spread your own legs and blush, until your hands roamed down at your own body, imagining that it was Yoru the one who was doing it, bitting your lips afterwards before your hands stopped at your Private part. "Y-yoru...senpai...~" Moaning out his name whisperedly until your fingers impact on now your wet cloth, feeling those juices drip down on your thighs, "Mmgh....i-i need...you so badly...~" god were you moaning out loud and turning so horny, his attractive image literally popped out of your head making you bite your lip until you started to rub your own cloth clit. "a-Agh...Y-Yoru..." At the end you ended up setting your lingerie aside before you thrusted your fingers inside of you.

Applying more pressure and pleasure by one of your hand touching and squeezing your breast underneath Yoru's oversized Shirt, to big enough for you to cover your whole naked body, as you started to pinch your own nipples making you moan in real needy, the volume in the television you can't even hear the outside noises anymore but only your moans filling up the room was all in your ears, couldn't care less you ended up masterbating yourself alone in the living room. And all in your mind was Yoru, His Face, His voice and his touch is all you can think off.

"baby im ba-" as the front door creeked open there Revealed Yoru himself, who now stooded up as his eyes widen to see your state. "well someone's horny..." Chuckling at the end as Yoru leaned sideways on the door, before you snapped yourself in realization,twisting your head on where that voice was coming from, turned out it came from Yoru, who was now Back from his Mission "S-senpai?!..." There you're face turned red as your face grew hotter mer like a thousand degree's. "masterbating, Really? You could have just atleast waited for me to arrive..." Soon after he walked in he closed the door shut behind him, his gloved hand locking it afterwards before he walked up to you, however for you, you started to hover your way backwards and slowly, removing your fingers inside of your Area as juices drips and spreads around your two fingers and your clir. "And now that im here, im sure you'll be pleasing and begging for me all day...all night until you pass out in my arms" Yoru smirking at the end, before he bended down and crawled up ontop "W-wait I can explain!..." You commented out nervously until he pinned you and your hand down with only his one hand. "Save those words for tomorrow Y/n" he said out straightly and strictly "for now let me just enjoy myself pleasuring your body" his tone just melted you making shivers ran down through your spine.

"hm? What's this?" Watching his eyes darted at your fingers there you bitted your lips and looked away not wanting to answer his question because far more obvious its basically your juices and he knows that it is "God you Horny Slut..." Hearing him chuckle again before his left hand grabbed your wrist making you whimper and led out some muffle sounds, until you watched him lick all of those juices of yours in your Fingers. "Y-yoru..." Moaning out his name as you relaxed his saliva and his hot breath you can feel within your two fingers "Mmh...So delicate and Delicious...just wanted more of you" now his hand letted go of your wrist, there both of his hands decided to trail down to reach your waist, when he was about to make his next move there your arms drapped around his neck pulling him closer until your lips met his. "Hungry for my kisses now hm?" Oh god was he really right about that. Just soon before i replied there i was cutted off by him kissing me again, soonly you melted at it as you felt his teeth bitting your lower lip asking for territory, of course you declined and just kept your mouth shut, but apart from that he had to force you so, just before you pull back away there your body jolted from pleasure until your eyes looked down and discovered that two of his fingers entered inside of you making you moan outloud and Yoru had the chance to explore your mouth, each and every corner of it to be exact. You didnt even bother to have a tongue battle with him since you know that you'll lose at him.

Pushing him away as you lacked out of air, there you breath until you filled up your lungs, with a trail of saliva connected at Yoru's lips, soon he went down for another one but you stopped him. slightly upset and confused was seen at Yoru's reaction...

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ILL WRITE THE PART OF THIS ONE SHOT SOONLY ENOUGH I AM SO SORRY wifhejfj

Anyways i hoped you enjoy da oneshot UwU

[sourholland]

ahhh omfg i literally cannot believe that there are a thousand of you!!! in celebration of that, im doing a few day long sleepover + this writing challenge :) i know that i have a lot of followers that have never written before/never posted writing before and i hope this allows a few of you to try something new!thank you guys so much for sticking with me and reading and reblogging what i write, it means MORE than you know. in advance, i already appreciate and am grateful for anyone who chooses to participate in this challenge!

→ there isn’t a specific theme, but you are encouraged to choose a prompt: dialogue prompts/trope prompts/music prompts have been listed below the cut

→ i have decided not to restrict who you write for (as long as they are people under my faq - harry styles, tom holland, timothée chalamet, etc.) so please check that out before you enter the challenge!!!

how to participate:

choose a prompt/person you are writing for (you are only allowed one (photo prompt, if you so choose); once you choose it, i will strike it out so nobody else can. dialogue/trope prompts are up for anyone to grab. you can be as abstract and creative as you’d like, just make sure your writing correlates in some way. if you choose not to use a prompt, make sure to inform me)

send your prompt/person/+any additional information through my ask box. please do not send this anonymously, if you are uncomfortable—please use my private dms

write your story!!! as long as you let me know you’ve entered before the end of sign ups, you can post anytime before the deadline! i am so thrilled to see all of your beautiful creations :)

when you post your story on your blog, use the tag #Poetrcy1KFicChallenge and tag me (@poetrcy) i want to be able to easily find and locate your stories!

rules/requirements:

you must title your story (i don’t care what)/use the hashtag listened above

your entry sign up must be sent to me no later than June 15 (11:59 EST) i’m asking you all to kindly let me get this all organized and situated! please don’t submit prompts/send in anything regarding you doing the challenge past this date—if you haven’t already signed up. if you’re already signed up, come into my inbox and talk about ur thoughts and ideas as much as you want. if you’re just waiting to read others fics, you can do this as well :)

including a summary! i’d to see a brief summary of your fic when you send in your entry/when you post it. it doesn’t have to be very detailed, just a little overview

smut, angst, dark au’s are allowed! please list warnings before your fic though.

there is a minimum of 900 words and no maximum! write as much as you’d like, the more the better :)

lastly, all fics that would like to be included in the challenge/reblogged/tagged on the challenge masterlist must post your story on or before June 25 (11:59 EST) if you have a serious reason for now being able to get your fic in by the deadline, please let me know!

→ im really hoping to get some people involved in this, i wanted it to be as broad and as creativity inviting as possible! i’d even like to have some new writers that are just testing out the waters get involved! nonetheless, if you’re just waiting to read all of the wonderful works—that’s fine too :)

other things you may want to know:

collaborations are invited!

you are able to change your prompt (this next part is regarding photo prompts, dialogue and trope prompts can be changed no matter if someone is using it or not) as long as it’s still available. please message me about this!

im am at your disposal for questions/ideas/help. please don’t feel embarrassed to ask me for anything:)

if you need to drop of the challenge for whatever reason, let me know! just message me, you don’t owe me an explanation of anything. i won’t be upset, this is just for fun haha

the #Poetrcy1KFicChallenge Masterlist will be posted after the deadline! all of the authors will be tagged in this.

anything not permitted on my faq, will not be allowed for this challenge either. please don’t make this weird and try and write about things like r*pe, in*est, etc.

ideas below the cut <3

au/trope prompt ideas:

- friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- strangers to lovers

- coworkers to lovers

+ anymore u guys come up with

- bf!au

- celebrity!au

- dad!au (no x child!reader)

- mob!au

- dark!au

- prince!au

- royalty!au

- boxer!au

- ceo!au

- actor!au

- singer!au

- model!au

- historical!au

- period piece

+ anymore u guys come up with

dialogue prompts

“i wish i hated you”

“no, i never noticed”

“marry me” “how drunk are you?”

“go to paris with me”

“you make me sick”

“fuck you” “gladly”

“you’re really pretty”

“so—did you want to go out with me?”

“no offense, but you kind of seem like an ass”

“have we met before?”

“is that a hickey?”

“are you fucking drunk?”

“i wish you wouldn’t look at me like that”

“so is this us breaking up?”

“you remind me of the color yellow”

“open the door”

“there’s only one bed and i’m not sleeping on the fucking floor”

“i’ve never wanted another person as much as i want you”

“i feel so strongly for you that it makes me sick”

“that’s none of your business”

“did you fuck him/her/them”

“i want you”

“i’m tired”

“stay please”

“i’m sorry—i know i fucked up”

“tell me you love me, tell me even if you’re fucking lying”

“you hurt my feelings”

“i want you to know how much i care about you”

“you’re so unfunny”

“stop being such an ass”

photo prompts

kisses from italy

farmers market adventures

the 60s

the 70s

the 80s

the 90s

victorian ball

drives in the rain

matching tattoos

award show/met gala

fashion show

record store

[heywardsarchive]

Heyy can you write with harry? Where harry and reader are dating and when Harry and reader are alone harry is being all needy clingy touchy touchy kisses hugs cuddles all cute but reader is a bit uncomfortable because she is shy. After a few attempts of trying to warm her up(this part maybe a bit smutty if you write smut) harry  gives her space and he is heartbroken bc she is not comfortable with him yet? And then they make up this time she pushes herself out of her comfort zone. Im sorry this is so specific but i thought it would be cute. And harry is so underrated he deserves more imagines. I would be so happy if you can write this!! Love you😻

Requests are closed btw!

So um I don't write smut mainly because I'm a minor and I also cannot write make out scenes because I legit know nothing about it and whatever I know is from other fanfics that I've read. Anyway so be prepared for cringe writing<3

Summary: reader is having a bad day and Harry tries to make her feel better with cuddles and maybe a bit more but she's afraid and refuses fo go any further. (Consent is important kids, always respect people's boundries)

Pairing: Harry Potter x female reader Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: uh a badly written heated kiss, slight angst, my bad writing. (Lmk if I missed anything!)

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(Not my gif)

Y/n was having a horrible day. Nothing was going right. First she got a letter from her mother saying that her favourite cousin would not be visiting them that Christmas. Then she brewed her potion wrong and got into trouble with Snape. He chastised her after class and she almost missed lunch. All she wanted was to fall into her soft bed and go to sleep.

The last class of the day was over and y/n happily ran to her dorm. She threw her robes on her bed and fell face down on her pillow. There was a knock on the door and she groaned. "It's me, Harry." The door swung in and her boyfriend in all his messy haired glory walked in.

"How did you manage to climb up the stairs?" She questioned.

"Fred and George." He simply shrugged.

Harry walked over to the bed and lied down beside y/n. She scooted closer too him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked her. She just shook her head and buried herself deeper in her lover's embrace. He pressed a kiss on her forehead and then on her hair, cheek, nose and finally on her lips.

"What are you doing?" The girl laughed.

"What, can't a guy just love his girl? His girl whom he loves very very much." Harry said pressing kisses to her lips. Y/n's laugh resonated in the empty dorm room. Harry's lips left hers and travelled down her jaw and to her collar bone.

Y/n stiffened. In her 16 years of life she had never done this before. Yes, she had dated before but it always ended in heartbreak. Her first boyfriend in 4th year cheated on her a few months into their relationship and the second one broke up with her over another girl. So yes, he fears were valid. She didn't want her heart broken again. She knew Harry would never hurt her in that way but her brain was telling her to pull away.

Harry felt the girl stiffen and pulled away. "What's wrong?" He asked, geniune concern in his eyes.

She gulped. "I uh, um. Im sorry." She ran out of the dorm and went to the black lake. She stared into the water blankly. She felt bad about leaving Harry without any reason, he didn't deserve it.

It soon became dark and y/n headed to the great hall for dinner. She sat at the ravenclaw table with padma Patil not wanting to face Harry at that moment. She ate quickly and and retired to her dorm. Hermione wanted to ask her friend what was bothering her but the girl had already fallen fast asleep.

The next day y/n went to the great hall before most of the population had woken up. Harry entered the hall soon after. Seeing her at the table, he sat at a far corner. Hermione and Ron entered and gave the two of them bewildered looks. Hermione whispered to ron and then proceeded to sit beside y/n, who looked miserably at her toast, while ron went to harry who looked equally miserable.

"Alright, what's the matter with the both of you?" Hermione asked y/n sternly.

"Nothing!" She protested. Not meeting Hermione's eyes.

"Something is clearly wrong." Hermione's face softened.

"Look I don't want to talk about it right now." Y/n stood up and left the table.

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A week had passed since the incident and both Harry and y/n had been avoiding eachother. Both of them were clearly miserable without each other but both were giving each other longing looks but not talking to eachother.

Hermione had gotten tired of their behaviour and banged her fists on the table where she and y/n sat doing their charms homework. "What?" The girl asked confused.

Hermione sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know something happened between you and Harry. Don't act like nothing is wrong. I know there is something and I want to know what the problem is." Y/n was about to protest but seeing the glare Hermione threw her way, she decided to tell her what happened.

Hermione listened and then sighed. "You know, I think you should talk to him."

"But Hermione, he's probably mad at me. I just ran out with no explanation." Y/n whined.

"I doubt he's mad. Harry could never be mad at you. He's probably hurt, and sad. He looks like a kicked puppy without you and honestly it's sad to watch." Y/n let out a small laugh.

She stood up from the table and decided to find Harry. She told the fat lady the password and entered the common room. Harry sat in front of the fireplace looking positively miserable. The flames danced in the fireplace and emitted their light on Harry's face which made his sad expression even clearer and y/n's guilt increased.

"Harry," she called out. "We need to talk." Harry's eyes shot to her and he patted the space beside him. "Yeah we do." He ran a hand through his unruly black hair.

"Im sorry for what happened last week. I didn't intend to walk away like-" Harry stopped her. "I'm the one who should apologise, I should have asked first." He looked at her sincerely.

"Harry listen to me. It's not your fault. If I'm being honest, it's neither of ours but my heart has been broken two times too many and I don't think I can take it once again. I know you would never willingly hurt me, but I'm scared you know." She finished.

"Oh darling, why didn't you just tell me that. I would never be mad at you." Harry wrapped his arms around the girl embracing her in a hug.

"I love you, you know? I was scared but maybe not that much anymore." She said shyly. Harry's green eyes lit up. Y/n could see the reflection of the flames dance in his eyes. "I love you too." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I want to try that again." Y/n said. "What we left last week." She smirked slightly. Harry pressed a kiss to her lips and laughed. "Are you sure you won't run away this time?"

"Positive." She winked.

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A/n: Im sorry this is so shitty😭 I really wasn't able to like get into the story but I tried my best🥺

[nudesmut]

The Naked Bum, Ch. 3 (M)

Pairing: Jaebum x Youngjae

Genre: Smut

Warning: Exhibitionism, nudism

Word count: 2983 words

The Art Class

Jaebum read on the local advertisment that someone needs a nude model for their art class. This gave the horny man some ideas on how that fantasy will work out. He could imagine just them drawing out his well-built body in whatever position they put him in, while they draw out his huge, thick dick onto their canvas. It turned him on, as he stood there, in front of the bunch of ads posted on the pedestal wall in the middle of the park. He was stroking himself and was releasing small groans from the thought of it.

He wasted no time but to head to the campus the next day to see what it looked like. It was filled with students, most were fast walking to their next classroom. Some were gossiping and others sat and ate their lunch. The naked man had already entered the vicinity, allowing his huge erection sprung free. A few of the girls were eyeing on him, blushing at the sight of Jaebum's body and ass. The guys were laughing to themselves, seeing how such a bold man would walk around campus nude. This kind of sight aroused him even more than usual. He couldn't take it anymore as he went towards the middle fountain and got on top of the platform.

There, he was standing all in his bare glory against the morning sun. He grabbed a hold of his huge prick and starts to rub himself in front of the entire campus. The students were all gazed at the nude man, shamelessly masturbating to them. A loud moan escaped him, as his messy dark hair slightly pushed themselves back while tilting his head. His bicep slapped against his muscular pec, while he continiously beating himself. The sound of his precum now lathering over the big shaft is all that was echoing.

The students watched in awe, while many were taking out their phones and recording the scene before them. As much as some would report to the teachers, they couldn't. Who would resist Jaebum's exposed body and who wouldn't be infatuated by it?

"Oh yeah... So good when my big cock is hard... And throbbing..." the horny man panted in between breaths. The ladies were on the front row, while the guys tried to look away from the sight of that dick. Another groan escaped him, as he looked up to his audience where were staring right at his rigid big dick. He smirked to himself, now beginning to fuck his hand. Hips thrusting and his shaft sliding against his palms. "Fuck... My balls ache..." he shudders another moan.

It was a hot sight to behold indeed. The students slowly began to cheer for him as he continues to jack off in front of them. The pleasure and the amount of spectators made his blood course down to his angry erection. "I'm gonna cum....!!!" he shouted before making one last thrust against his hand and spurted more than seven cumshots towards the girls direction, only to land in front of them. "Fucking god...!" he loudly grunted, unloading another stream of massive cumshots at the platform, causing a small pool of semen beneath them. One hand roam around his big chest as he finally empties himself. He then grins and looks over to the crowd and hear them applaud. It satisfied him as he got off the platform and went his way inside the school.

Going down the hall, he saw the front desk. A woman looked up and was shocked to see the naked man standing before her, except the counter only covered the lower half of his body. "M-May I help you?" she asked in a stutter.

Jaebum tilts his head, placing his one hand against the desk while the other massaged his sacs. "Looking for the art class that is need of a nude model?" he responded, his voice sounding husky from all that jerking from earlier.

"Uh... Down the hall. Should you need a towel, sir?" she asked nervously, trying to hide her blush while glancing her eyes down to his abs then back up to him.

Jaebum shook his head and winked at her. "Nope, thanks, cutie." He walks away, as the other side of the front desk is elevated lower than the front side. The horny man walked around it, as the front clerk watched and saw that his dick is hard and big! She clears her throat before resuming back to her notes and pretends to not see the naked man.

The students were already in class by the time Jaebum had arrived, so he stood beside the door, waiting to be called. He told the teacher that he will come in before class started. He leaned against the wall, jerking himself, as he waited.

"Class, we are going to do some nude painting today. What better way to get our class started than to bring in our model. Be respectful, and do not touch him by any means. Come on in!" said the art teacher.

The nude man heard the teacher and walks inside the classroom, holding his huge erection and looks over to the teacher before him. God he was a hot teacher. How old was this teacher? If he were in his early lates 20s, he'll gladly fuck him good. But Jaebum kept himself together and looks over to the class, which he can see a couple of familiar faces from his earlier stunt at the fountain.

The art teacher and the class were a little dumbfounded yet surprised, mostly the art teacher overall. Some of the students were whispering how the rumors of a naked man with a big cock is true. Jaebum stood beside the teacher, casually stroking himself like its no tomorrow. The teacher chuckled to the class before finding words again as the nude man stood there, giving the girls a wink and the guys a seductive smile. He wouldn't mind a class orgy.

"This is Im Jaebum. You.. uh," he glanced over to the naked male before Jaebum exchanged his gaze back before turning to the class before him. "W-Will paint him. Okay?"

As the students struggled to be in front of their canvas, the teacher whispered over to Jaebum's ear.

"Don't masturbate in my class, Mr. Im. This isn't sex ed. Take care of that erection."

"I would, but... then your class will be over, no? Besides, having a hard on increases value in art."

The teacher didn't believe it, but he decided to not argue in the middle of class. Jaebum got on the podium, and was asked to do a few poses and he followed. The students carefully painted him, as an hour gone by. The nude model didn't complain, and just stood there motionlessly. The art teacher couldn't help but stare at the huge hard on, which causes a stir in his pants.

After forty-five minutes has passed, the students finished their work and tried to not stare at the naked man before them.

"Good job, class. I will inspect your work right now. Jaebum, you can sit in the back, okay?" The art teacher requested as Jaebum nods, and walks off the platform before heading to the back and sat down on the chair. He placed his legs up on the table in front of him and spreads them, openly pumping his big dick. Soft moans were heard. "Ah, yeah, baby... I'm gonna fuck you in front of the class... They will watch you moan and writhe under me... Gonna fuck that ass, make you scream in the entire school... Ungh..." thought Jaebum, licking his lip. A swallow was heard from the art teacher when he glanced for a split second at the nude model. He wanted to facepalm.

When class was done, Jaebum was about to leave. The art teacher stood in front of the door and folded his arms.

"What were you thinking? This is absolutely inappropriate to the class. You are a nasty naked man. And put some clothes on!" scolded the teacher, struggling to keep focus on eye contact.

A laugh was heard from Jaebum, showing off that eye smile. He then leaned against the edge of the teacher's table. "Sorry, but I'm a nudist. And I did my part. What's so bad about it?"

"You were masturbating in front of the whole class! And you aren't bothered by it?" his face beginning to fluster.

Jaebum shook his head. "I'm always hard. And horny. So no harm done. Bet you like that little show after the students painted me, eh?" he made a sly smile.

The teacher blushed in redness and cleared his throat. "N-No... I..."

"Admit it... You cannot resist me... And you just want to get fucked by my hard cock..." Jaebum was already off the table and walked closer to the other man, his erection swayed back and forth. The more Jaebum walked closer, the more he reeks of sex and lust. He smelled a little musky, but the teacher felt so much warmth from the other man.

The naked man leaned forward for a deep kiss, pressing the teacher against the door. His hands roam around the other man's clothes. Their mouths locked and hot wet muscles lathered into each other's inner caverns. The teacher blushed feverishly, wanting to push the nude model back, but Jaebum proved to be the stronger one. His hands pinned above the man's head, as Jaebum pulled away and leaned forward to kiss his exposed skin of his neck. A moan escaped the teacher's lips. Jaebum's leaking hard was rubbing against the teacher's tent. "I-I'm getting hard... S-Shit..." cursed the teacher, forming a tent within his slacks.

Jaebum left small spots of purplish blue marks upon the skin, sucking and licking around the small harmless color behind. He finally released both of the teacher's wrists and lowers them down to begin unbuckling his belt, following his buttons. Within a few seconds, he pushed both the slacks and the underwear and knelt down. He saw the teacher's erection, and took the length with his hand and dives down to start sucking the teacher off without hesitation. A surge of pleasure began coursing around the man's pelvis, taking both of Jaebum's sides of his head with his hands, then raked them into his already messed hair.

The nude model didn't want to wait, beginning to pull back and pushed forward with his skilled mouth. It felt full within his mouth, skillful enough to pleasure the man before him. Jaebum's naturally a dominant, and how he treats sexual encounters is by giving them what they want and then overpower them by fucking them in the ass.

However, the teacher was already nearing his climax. His head leaned back against the door's surface, groaning and moaning which made Jaebum thrilled in excitement. He could imagine the students listening, but the door was already locked. "O-Oh god... Yes... Suck me good..." murmured the teacher, biting his lower lip. Jaebum used his other free hand to stroke the base, while the other massaged his sacs. The teacher couldn't help himself much longer and starts thrusting his pelvis forward, causing Jaebum to gag. But the naked man recovered and took control once more, and soon, he felt that sting of orgasm from the teacher. In a loud moan, the teacher pushed one last time and finally came inside of Jaebum's mouth. It was a good amount which Jaebum had no problem swallowing it all down. Pulling back, he licked his lips and soon stood up and leans in for another kiss. A soft hum was heard from the other man.

Pulling back, a devious smirk lifted the corners of Jaebum's lip. He then pulls the teacher away from the door and swung him around before having him turn towards the table. He parts his legs and allowed his ass to be exposed. "Now I get to fuck this ass..." the nude model said, spreading both flesh globes with his hands and massaged them. His massive shaft was rubbing against the tight hole, squeezing the teacher's ass against his big dick. He used the side of his thick shaft to slide up and down, and ilicited a small moan.

"How about it, teach'...? I'll give you some extra credit for being a great teacher of the year. Ungh... Ever gotten fucked before...?" Jaebum growled in lust.

The teacher was already weak by the legs due to that last orgasm that hit him. He shook his head in response. Who knew someone this hot of a nudist was this horny. "N-No... I want your big cock... Please, give me that huge prick inside me..."

This was beyond Jaebum's expectations. When the teacher said those words, a stream of cum already ejaculated all over the man's striped dressed shirt, soaking it. He didn't stop rubbing himself using the man's ass.

"You like it raw... Huh...? Alright, you asked for it, teach'..." Pulling his large erection away, he held the base of it and pushes himself in. The rings of muscles constricted around his already huge size. The teacher moaned out loud, causing the room to echo. Jaebum hissed and tilts his head back. "You're taking my cock so well... You earn a golden star..." when he said those words, he begins to move, stretching the teacher's hole further. The desk creaked beneath them.

Jaebum is known to be rough and raw when it comes to sex. And this was no exception. His muscles bulged once more. Both biceps were defined, his abs more pronounced, and his ass flexed too.  The heat was collecting in the room, the passion only grew between the two of them and Jaebum was finding it harder and harder to keep from coming too soon. But he managed, because he wanted this to last as long as possible. That was how much of a talented bottom the teacher was. Jaebum’s hands grasped onto the sides of the male’s hips. Then they traveled towards the flesh, groping to intensify the teacher's pleasure. “That’s it, baby… Moan for your daddy like you mean it,” he grunted, feeling up the teacher as he would move his sweet ass on his big dick.

The teacher couldn't handle this amount of pleasure. All of that movement made his own cock swell in hardness again, reaching down to stroke it in time with Jaebum's hard thrusts. His other hand was clinging onto the edge of the table. "Fuck, daddy... Yes, please I love your big, fucking cock inside me...!"

The nude man found this to be a fetish, having his bottom boys be wearing a shirt or a tie while he remained naked and fucked them until they exhaust themselves. He leaned forward, allowing his hips to continue thrusting upwards and hits that sweet spot.

"Ahhh!!!" the teacher groaned out loud, his forehead a bit sweaty. Jaebum chuckled and panted in hot breaths, whispering into his ear. "I'm about to bust a load... get ready..." And after a few more jerky thrusts, he finally came inside the man. A huge burst of cum finally shoots out from his huge tip, and shot onto that sweet spot. A growl of lust emitted from the dominant's chest.

"H-Holy shitttt...!!" the teacher groaned out loud, as the streams of sticky, thick cum continued spurting out into his ass, finally exploding outward and landing on top of the his ass. At the same time, the teacher strokes furiously, and also shot his orgasm directly onto the floor beneath him. Jaebum pulled his dick out halfway, allowing two more heavy shots within his ass and pulls out. A soft kiss pressed onto the teacher's neck and pulls away. The other man was laying against the table, already spent and his legs shook from that amount of pleasure.

Upon turning his body around, he saw Jaebum standing there, his huge cock still rock hard and covered in his cum. It was throbbing, as it was leaking out semen from the tip and trickled down to the floor. "What the..." muttered the teacher in a weak voice.

Jaebum could only grin. His body had a thin sheet of sweat. But that gorgeous body radiated against the sun's rays.

"I'm not done yet... Legs up, teach'. I'm gonna fuck you again... This time, I'll carry you while you bounce on my fucking cock..."

The teacher was already in a trance, and nods at his command. He spreads his legs as the sound of Jaebum's dark chuckle was heard from his lips.

After a few hours, Jaebum exits out from the classroom, and turns his head to the teacher's direction. "Thanks for having me, teach'... Hope you had a good fuck-- I mean, day." Jaebum was reeking in sex and didn't mind it. His big erection flopped, already forming precum at the tip. As he left, the entire classroom was nearly at a mess. The floors and some of the tables were covered in so much semen and white liquid. The teacher was on the floor, exhausted at the amount of sex the two have shared. There was no mistake, he was already smelling like Jaebum. And he will never forget it.

Jaebum left campus grounds, while holding onto his large dick and strokes it as he heads back home.

[heyjude19-writing]

Im the list anon again and boy do I have more for you but this time I also have some questions as well if your time allows and you are willing to answer of course. First with the other things I loved:

1) the fact that Ron warmed up to Draco so quickly! I genuinely think thats so much in character. Ron is not a distrustful person and as a middle child as they come is very easygoing and would for sure make stupid jokes at Draco

2) The patronus. My god the Patronus. I seriously put the phone down and made a small slow clap during that chapter. At first I was like hmmmm *insert unsure kombucha girl face* because almost all fanfics have him with a dragon patronus and leave it at that (and lets be honest at this point my expectations of you were quite high dont blame me blame your bloody brilliant writing) but then, and I dont know if you did this on purpose or not (I have a feeling you did) but the fact that the dragon was the same (pale white) wounded but still feral dragon that Hermione FREEED (!) from a bank (£££) dungeon, malnourished and used for its nature, surrounded by darkness, wealth and misery!! And it was Hermione who broke its chains!!!!! Is just *chefs fucking kiss* slow clap*

3) the way you describe sex scenes are so natural! Ive never read a fanfic or book that doesnt make me gag a little bit (I am not a fan of smut at all but ill go with it because of a good story) until I read yours. Its so simple but yet intricate and you make the entire act so intriguing and normal and intimate. Bravo.

4) I LOVE SASHA. I love that Theo fell for her head over heels and the way you portrayd her reminded me of a friend of mine who works as a sous-chef in London so I always pictured her when reading it!

5) Dracos inner voice is ON POINT. Like I genuinely think you shoud own the rights to that character now.

6) Ill say it again. I love Ginny. You should also own the rights to her character too.

7) my interest for Quiddich (even when reading the books/wathcing the movies) was on par, if not lower than Hermiones. You managed to get me interested in that too so yes another slow clap to you

7.1) Also such a clever career for Draco!! Made si much sense!

Now to some questions

A) What was the deal with Malfoy referring to Ginny as Weasly and refusing to aknowledge her Potter surname. And why did everyone kept correcting him? It was hilarious granted but I wanted to know whether the reason you included this time and time again had to do wih something deeper? Or was this included as just a funny recurring joke?

B) Why did you choose for Draco to have a “fantasy” to produce a patronus and not for example for him to have had to do that after theyd exchanged “i love yous”. Very interesting angle and i liked that it was sort of a loophole to all the ‘death eaters cant have patronuses’ but quite curious on the thought process

C) Why did you opt for Draco to remove his mark? Do you think that stands as reward for him more or for Hermione? Very smart solution by the way

D) if you have the time- Could you please elaborate a tad more on what the soul-bonding means? Why was it so taboo? At furst hand it seems like a very romantic/amazing thing to do with your partner right?

Lastly- Do you ever itch to make a second part to this? And in the most acceptable case that you dont, I always wondered what you had in mind for them in the future- because of the soul bonding thing, you mentioned that the generational curses will be erased, which means I guess that the Malfoys can have more than one child now, and girls as well. (I cannot believe im asking for this as I am the one to avoid any pregnancy fanfics but) do you imagine them with children and if yes, how many? How do they integrate muggle devices(I know youd agree wit me that Hermione would definitively bring some muggle stuff over!) and which devices would Draco really secretly like?

Pleasewriteasecondpartwhereyouelaborateyourthoughtsonthisthankyou.

Ok rant done. :D

List anon! You’re back with another amazing ask. I’ll do my best!

1.) I like to think Ron matured a lot post-war (not enough to stop making terrible jokes, though.)

2.) Regarding your beautiful analysis of my specific dragon breed for Draco’s patronus: How many points would you like for your Hogwarts house of choice? I will add that according to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the Ironbelly’s scales are normally a metallic grey. I will also add that I subscribe more to book canon than movie canon. In the book version of events of the Gringotts escape, Harry breaks the chains and Hermione (with eventual help once the boys catch on) destroys the ceiling so it can have a way out. The partially blind dragon does the rest of the work on its own.

3.) Thank you, that’s very flattering.

4.) Does your friend also get you into fancy restaurants and can they make salted caramel bread pudding???

5.) Thank you, it was one of my favorite aspects of writing this story.

6.) Thank you, she’s so fun to write and flesh out from her book portrayal.

7.) Haha, I felt so validated by that line of dialogue in Cursed Child when Draco tells Harry he wanted to play quidditch professionally, but wasn’t good enough.

Now to some answers:

A.) It’s definitely a recurring joke. It’s up to the reader to interpret Draco’s actions here: is he doing it to be a massive troll? Or is he genuinely not retaining the information of her married name because he considers this fact so unimportant that he does not bother to keep it in his brain? Troll, snob, or both, you can decide!

B.) I’ll address the second part of this first, because it was not intended as a loophole. I 1000% do not understand the “death eaters can’t have patronuses” thing. It makes absolutely no sense. Snape has a Patronus. But beyond that… Umbridge has a Patronus (a cat). If we’re letting that woman have a Patronus, then yeah, I think Draco can cast one. As for the vision that Draco used to conjure it… up to you whether that’s a fantasy or a glimpse of a certain ritual actually working. Draco’s thoughts on the matter: “An image of such striking tangibility that he might have already lived it, or perhaps experienced time in such a way that he lived it now.”

C.) I wanted Draco to have a choice, obviously a recurring theme for him in RN. For my characterization of him, that symbol on his arm causes him nothing but shame and self-loathing (see the end of chapter 36 during his heart-to-heart with Hermione). He’d already exercised almost every known avenue to rid himself of it before Hermione entered his life (he lists these in chapter 44). Hermione already loved him (and has told him so) by the time she’s figured out how to remove it: “I love the man you are today and I will love that man tomorrow, bare forearm or not. I simply wanted you, for once, to have the choice. It’s your body.”

D.) Ooh anon, you are tempting me here. I really hate to be coy, but you might see some future writing on this very topic.

I can at least answer the taboo part: I think soul magic in general (horcruxes, the use of unicorn blood) is quite taboo in the HP universe. As no one knows what happens after death (not even ghosts, Nearly Headless Nick says as much when Harry asks him point-blank in OoTP) I think most magical folk would think the intense ritual (blending magical cores) an unnecessary thing anyway. As Draco explains in chapter 48, since no one actually knows the effects or if it works, it’s considered a bit over-the-top since it’s probably futile anyway. It is also not a Vow with a death component; Narcissa is obviously alive in this story even though Lucius is already dead. I wrote the generational curse protection theory in as a dig at Cursed Child for the way they handled Astoria’s character.

The idea of it I think is romantic, but I will stress it is very dependent upon the intent of the two participants. To quote Draco in chapter 48 again: “To twine one’s soul to another showed a willingness to not only physically tether one’s self during your time here on earth, but to commit to a blending of your magical cores, putting faith in your magic to recognize its bonded counterpart in another life. Should other lives even exist.”

If you re-read Draco’s experience during the bonding ceremony in chapter 51 (starting from this bit: “The cognizance of his own powers never felt sharper, more familiar, but suddenly another power pulsed within to join with his.”) you might find it bears a resemblance to the trajectory of their relationship.

Lastly- I’ve left Draco and Hermione to their wedded bliss. I’ve got nothing planned for them beyond where they are in the final lines of chapter 51. I don’t have that itch to write more into their future because it would feel forced. Draco laid out his two envisioned futures with Hermione in chapter 48 when they discuss having or not having children. They are happy and content in the life they chose together. That’s all I ever wanted for them.

You will see more from this story though. I have an entire series of one-shots and outtakes from the published Remain Nameless timeline that I’ll start posting soon.

Thank you so much list anon! These were fun to answer!

[legolaslovely]

Don’t Tell Kili

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRIENDS HAVE SOME STEAMY FLUFF this is so gushy and fluffyyyyyyyyy and im not sorrrryyyyyy

Pairing: Fili x Reader DUH

Word Count: 1,819

Warnings: smut, cuteness, fluff, i think that’s it

Summary: It’s tradition that the bride and groom-to-be cannot sleep in the same bed the night before the wedding. (Y/N) and Fili don’t exactly agree with this rule and have to keep their disobedience from the superstitious Kili

Kurduwê: My Heart;  Amrâlimê: Love of Mine  

“Mahal damn it all!” (Y/N) cried, throwing the flint into the stone cold fire place. She’d been woken up in the middle of the night by her own shivering shaking the bed. A half hour had passed with her on her knees trying desperately to light the stack of wood with the old flint she’d forgotten to replace. Now, she was paying for her carelessness. “Damn that flint, damn the cold, damn this drafty mountain!”

Back on her bottom she fell with a defeated harrumph. She was so cold she could have cried and her tears would form icicles under her chin. A decision lie ahead of her. To freeze to death on the floor? No. To attempt to fall back asleep under the abundance of covers and blankets? She’d never manage that. To venture out into the wind blown corridors to find assistance? No one would be up at this hour. So there was only one thing left for her to do.

“Fili!” she screamed. No response. She tugged the blanket she was cocooned in and yelled again. “Fili!”

He was the only one who would be able to hear her. Her chambers were at the end of the corridor and below were the kitchens, above lie the throne room. Next to her, however, was the dwarf she knew would help. He lie in the coma like state of sleep and if she could only call loud enough…

“Filiii! Fi-”

The door flew open and her lion in golden armor stared at her with groggy eyes and a hopelessly tangled mane. “What?”

A wide grin grew on her face. “Can you light this for me?”

He blinked, frozen in the doorway. Then he sighed, closed the door behind him and walked through the chambers until he stood above her. “Where’s the flint?” he asked with his hand out.

She looked to the fireplace with a bit lip. “Somewhere in there.”

He sighed and knelt next to her, ducking his head into the large fireplace until he found what he was looking for. He sat back and twisted the flint in his hands. “This is old.”

“I know.”

“Why do you have an old flint in here? It will never work.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Here we go. The game of twenty questions. (Y/N) knew Fili inside and out and loved him very much but that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to rip off his head when his interrogations begin. “It was the only one I could find.”

“Where is the one I used earlier?”

She leaned back on her elbow and reached far up into the bedside table drawer. Without getting up or distressing her cocoon too much, she handed him the flint that was half of what it used to be. “I broke it trying to light the fire half an hour ago.”

He took it with a little exhale of pity and stood to wrap another blanket around her shoulders. A stubby thumb ran over the middle of her chin. “Why didn’t you  come to my chambers?”

“Not allowed.”

He rolled his eyes while he remembered the tradition they were both being forced to carry out. The bride and groom-to-be aren’t allowed to sleep in the same chambers the night before the wedding. Neither of them enjoyed this idea but Kili was so damn superstitious, they both couldn’t help but indulge him. “You could have come to ask for help before your lips started to turn blue.” He kissed them.

“Corridors are too cold.”

“I braved them for you,” he said, planting a bundle of quick kisses on her lips.

“You’re braver than me.”

He chuckled at that and muttered, “Untrue,” before he turned back to the fireplace. He started to shift the logs, digging up the dead embers with the iron turner. “It’ll never start with the wood stacked like that,” he said. “You have to-”

She leaned into his side and stuck her cheek to his shoulder, mumbling “Light first, lesson later, amrâlimê.”

He hummed, hiding a smile. When he was satisfied with the pattern of logs, he struck the flint and it caught immediately, leaving (Y/N) to huff half frustrated, half captivated. He rounded his lips and blew a steady stream of air into the small flame, expertly speeding its growth. With a few turns of the iron, a roaring fire shot licks of warmth into their bodies.

“There,” Fili said, turning to (Y/N) and leaning down to catch her lips until a hand pushed at his chest.

“Thank you, mountain man. Back to your chambers you go.”

His lips parted in awe. “I feel very used.” She chuckled darkly and he knew her thoughts had strayed to match his. She allowed him to kiss her cheek. “Maybe I should stay in case it goes out again. This wind is making trouble in the chimney,” he said, nosing under her ear.

“You’re not even supposed to be in here in the first place,” she said, leaning into his touch just enough for him to notice.

“I can’t leave you now,” he said, lifting a hand to her cool cheek. “You’re still very cold, kurduwê, but I know a way to warm you up.” A strong, wide hand landed on her back and led her to lie on the ground. Out popped her arms from the blanket and he grinned against her skin as they wrapped around his shoulders. He was winning.

“Kili will be furious,” she said.

“Kili doesn’t need to find out.”

With that in mind, soft kisses and gentle licks warmed their frozen lips. With some extra wriggling, the blanket between their bodies moved to cover both of them so chilly hands could slide under wool to caress burning skin. He ground against her just once and released her bottom lip with a bite.

“You seem warm now. Shall I leave?” He chuckled when her limbs tightened around him.

“Don’t you dare.” She pulled him down to run her lips along his jaw.

“But the rules? The traditions?”

“Are stupid.” She reveled in his dark laugh that had grown raspy as the fire burned. “I want to be with you every day for the rest of my life and I decided that long ago. Now, I’m not letting you out of my sight just because some tradition says I have to.”

He growled. “If I rip your clothes off right now will you be too cold?” he asked, already beginning the task.

“Not if my lion stays close.”

He usually huffed at the name, laughed it off, but tonight he returned the endearment with a warm smile that glowed above her like rays of a summer sun.

His upper layers vanished, but he only gave her a moment to run her fingers through the curls on his chest. She caught a glimpse of his needy muscles jumping under her touch before he slid off her night clothes, kissing every inch that was slowly revealed. She shivered, not at the sudden chill air, but at the hot lips that attacked her skin.

Tender rumbles of satisfaction radiated from him as he filled his palms with her and ran his fingers over her belly. Pride bubbled in his chest at the heat escaping her, knowing it was from his touch, from his adoration. He could feel his own arousal and searing warmth echoing off him in waves. He threw the blanket off of them and his pants soon followed, leaving his bouncing length to lay heavily on her thigh.

She took him in her hand, running a finger over the head of him, which their extended warm up left dripping in need of her. His chest shook with breath at her attentions but he needed more.

“Please, kurduwê. Let me love you.” He kissed her deeply and then nosed at her skin, speaking in her ear. “Our last night before our life together truly begins, let me spend it showing you how much I love you.”

She whimpered and grabbed his bottom to pull him closer. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so far gone with desire. “Yes, Fi. Please.”

Their lips met as he entered her and didn’t part until their matched movements left them completely breathless. Even after they parted he remained near, brushing his bottom lip against hers and marking her skin. She in turn dragged him close by her legs around his waist and nipped at his jaw, pulling on his braids just enough to make him purr.

“You have been mine since I set eyes on you, kurduwê. And after tomorrow, you will be mine forever.”

“I already am, amrâlimê.”

At her words, his thrusts grew in their intensity. His fingers intertwined in hers as they sank into the blanket around them on the floor. The fire beside them was burning bright, as was his oncoming orgasm. He slid a hand between them and rubbed at her in ever growing circles until her whimpers and whispers turned into moans of his name and every term of endearment she had for him. The rest of their lives would be spent like this and that thought was enough to send them both over the edge. She tumbled first, her wild, strangling core pulling him toward his own end. This made her his more than any wedding ceremony could, he thought as he emptied himself inside her and comforted her shaking limbs with long caresses of his hands.

An avalanche of kisses fell on her and she giggled, returning the ones she could grab.

“Still cold?” Fili asked.

“No, amrâlimê. But that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to leave.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he said, lifting her to set her in the bed and parting from her only to throw some more logs on the fire. He felt her eyes on him as he piled the wood in his bare arms and bent to leave them in a stack by the brick of the fireplace. Every muscle jumped or leapt in some way as he moved and it sent new heat to her stomach. She wouldn’t need the roaring fire if her husband-to-be lived his life in the nude. “You’re staring,” he said.

“Yes, I am. I’m also waiting for you to join me in this bed,” she said.

He chuckled, doing just that and flushing a bit under her studying gaze. He hovered over her and kissed her, already missing the taste of her lips. When he settled next to her, content as her head rested on his chest, he said, “So when Kili asks…”

“We each slept in our own bedchambers. You, like the dead.”

He chuckled, rolling over her and nipping at her neck. “I was a light enough sleeper to hear you calling me from here.”

“Thank Mahal. You would have had a frozen bride.”

“Now, I’ll just have a perfect one.”

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[hongjoongslut]

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a/n: this is my first attempt at this so im very sorry if it sucks :( 

Pairing: Boyfriend!Kim Hongjoong × Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 2.05k

Warnings: smut, choking, y/n having anxiety and getting a little insecure but hongjoong reassures her :)

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Seeing how many fans Ateez attracted did not shock you. You usually stayed in the apartment due to your major social anxiety. This fansign was different, it was scheduled on your anniversary with the one and only Kim Hongjoong. "I know you have some bad anxiety but please baby? I'll make it up to you" he pleaded for you to go, ending with a wink. You let out a slight giggle before sighing heavily. "Okay honey, I'll go, but dont expec-" he immediately grabbed you and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. "Yes yes yes!!! Finally I can show everyone how truly amazing you are". He sets you down, noticing how red your face has turned. He just giggles and leaves to go shower. Tomorrow would be a big day, for both of you. 

"why does this signing have to be in the asscrack of dawn" you let out after grunting at his alarm. "Honey, it's at 10. Its 8:00 right now" he laughs at your sleepy state. "fine I'll get up now but I'm sleeping for the rest of the week after it's done" He shook your hand. "Deal, love".

It was not your event so you didnt have to dress very fancy. You did, however, want to look nice since this is a first time. 

"Babyyyy its 9:00, how far are you from being done?" he sang through the apartment. You walked out shortly after his little tune. You went with a nice short sleeve shirt that accentuated your chest, some black ripped jeans and your favorite black and white Vans. 

"How can you look so gorgeous wearing literally anything, y/n?" he walked towards you, smiling. "I'm the gorgeous one here? Look at yourself." He was wearing a stunning black suit with a sash over the front of it, very reminiscent of his Wonderland era. "I'm only wearing it since we just passed the year anniversary for the music video release, you know how I usually look when I go to these things." you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you no matter what you wear, but this is definitely a sexy look on you" he smirks and softly places his lips on yours. You move your hand to rub the back of his head, causing him to jump back. "you know where that gets you and we do not have the time to do all of that right now princess" you smirk. "I didn't do anything joongie. I was just caressing your head." Both of you knew what you were trying to do and surprisingly, he fell right into it. He smashed his lips onto yours, instantly colliding his tongue with yours. His hands held your hips tightly, likely leaving bruises. He breaks the moment, you whimpering at the loss of him. "c-can I try something y/n?? we've never done it before but I think you'll like it.." you tilt your head and slightly laugh. "joongie dont ever break a kiss for that. just do it, but if you hear our safe word then stop." you start the kiss this time, to gain the contact back and to see what he had planned. You could feel his right hand creep up from your hip, wrapping around your back to pull you closer, if that was possible. His hand rubbed your back for a moment before it sped to your throat. He applied no pressure yet, making sure you were okay with it. you smile into the kiss and moaned a little. The heat was stopped once again when his phone went off. "Shit, Mingi's here to pick us up." he walked with your hand entwined with his but pausing right before opening the front door. "but we will continue this later darling."

You have never seen so many people in one place before. Your heartbeat raced as you walked by all the screaming fans. Your body was on autopilot, just trying to find a quiet place to calm down. Once inside at their booth, you slightly calmed down. "I'm sorry our anniversary started out with a fansign, but this event ends at 12. After this, we can do whatever you want to do". he kissed your hand, rubbing the spot with his finger. 

It's been about an hour and a half and you haven't spoke much except when spoken to, whether by a fan or joongie. You can tell he was concerned about you but he didnt have enough time to help you entirely at the moment. He would squeeze your hand every once in a while, just to show he loves you. 

"Are you good y/n?" San asked after finishing one final picture with a fan. "Yes I'm okay San, I'm just very tired. I didnt get much sleep last night" he nodded and left to help clean up. The manager gave you and joongie permission to leave since it was a special day for you both. The ride home was loud and crazy. Mingi and Hongjoong laughing and smiling at everything they saw today. "baby, what's wrong? you've been off ever since they opened the doors. is it your anxiety?" 

You nod slightly and lean on his shoulder, not wanting to go into depth about it. he rubbed your shoulder until you guys arrived home. You both said your goodbyes to Mingi and walked into your safe space. "I know how your anxiety gets after big events so I will give you space, love. I'm gonna be in our room unfancing my appearance. Come find me or yell when you're ready" he kissed your head and left the living room.

You hated hiding stuff from him. It was your anxiety today, but for a different reason. you saw so many beautiful girls and you constantly questioned why he chose you. you weren't exactly in perfect shape, stretch marks covering your chest, stomach and thighs. He hasn't seen you like this often, but he did rarely catch it. Sometimes when you're walking and you're wearing jeans, you pull them up to hide some of your stomach. You had these thoughts everyday and it only got worse today. tears pricked your eyes, begging to be released. you gave in, letting them fall freely. you started sobbing, trying to keep as quiet as possible. you lay down on the couch and cry into the leather. you let out a loud sob, not realizing at first. Hongjoong ran into the room, grabbing your shoulders. you were so lost in pain, you didn't initially hear him. 

"Baby what's wrong? what happened? are you okay?" he is firing these questions at you and your mind finally breaks. you quickly sit up, staring at him through blurred vision. "you saw all of those girls, joongie! what's so special about me? im not talented like they are. im not in shape. i don't see why you chose me instead of one of the million girls you saw today!" your voice cracks and you crumble into his arms. "Y/n, why didn't you mention this sooner?" all you could reply was sobs. he sat with you, rubbing your back until your breathing evened out. "So you want to know why i chose you?" you nod lightly. "I first fell for your looks. You do not need to compare yourself to anyone's shape baby. I love you for you. Then I got to know you, I fell in love with your personality. Baby you're so amazing, everything you do makes me fall in love more." you look up and start smiling. He grabs your chin and kissed your forehead. "Another thing," he lowered his head to meet your eyes. "none of those girls have a pussy that can make me feel as good as yours does." your face turned a red shade. "no one in this world can make me weak in my knees just from wearing a shirt, jeans and Vans. you are everything I want, and much more than I deserve" he kissed you, not knowing the heat his words just caused. you broke the kiss to straddle him, not letting him ask anything before kissing him again. You held his cheeks, savoring each and every inch of his tongue. He pushed you away, catching his breath. "what was all that about baby?" you could start to feel his hard on through your jeans. "you wanna show me a reason not to be insecure? You said you'd make it up to me if I went and our little 'event' before the signing would be continued when we got home. But if you dont want to, that's fi-" his hand wrapped around your neck, adding pressure to it. "princess, ive been thinking about fucking you ever since you decided to tease me earlier." he then realized his hand was squeezing and pulled it away instantly. "im sorry baby are you okay i didnt realize I was doin-" you put your finger on his mouth. You stood to take off your jeans and shirt, letting him enjoy the view. "if you wanna show me I dont need to be insecure, then mark me. fuck me until i cannot remember how to speak. once again, if you dont hear that safe word, then keep going." he sat with his jaw dropped. he swiftly stood up to remove his tshirt and his boxers. you unclip your bra and take off your panties, throwing them away from you. he grabbed your hips and picked you up with no struggle. He carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on the sheets. he attacks your neck, making you moan right on contact. his free hand slips down to your pussy, feeling your juices leak around his fingertips. He lifts his hand and licks them clean. "so much already baby...god you taste so fucking good." his lips leave your neck to kiss your chest, leaving more hickeys. "all of this beauty...all for me." you moan as he attacks your nipple. "fuck that feels amazing.." he hums before giving the other fair treatment. he kissed slowly down your stomach, rubbing the sides. "one of my favorite parts of you.." you start to smile before it turns into a moan. he dives into your pussy, lapping inside of you and rubbing your sensitive nub. "fuck hongjoong, just fuck me already, please." he leaves a light kiss on your clit before kissing your lips roughly. he teases your entrance with his head, making you grunt impatiently. he enters you slowly, watching your head slowly lean back as he fills you. "fuck y/n, how are you still so tight..." he grunts as he slowly sets a pace. he fills you so perfectly, you could cum right there. "f-faster baby, pl-please" he rammed his hips into yours, hearing nothing but your screams and skin slapping. "see, nobody can sound as-as pretty as you do when you moan" you smile momentarily before grabbing his hand and placing it on your throat. "god I love you...i love you so fucking much" he squeezes your throat, a high pitch moan escaping at the sensation. "I'm s-so close joongi-e." he kisses you, swallowing your moans as they come out. "Also princess, remember no girl gets to be fucked so good by me, you have VIP access..." With that sentence, you saw stars, your juices coating his twitching cock. "fuck princess!" you feel your walls being painted with his cum. He pulls out, viewing your marked and fucked out figure.  He hands you a tshirt and clean underwear to change into while he goes to the kitchen. while he was gone, you walked up to your mirror, staring at your body. he walked behind you, hugging you tightly. "look how beautiful you look in my clothes...even after being fucked" he giggled and you let out a slight smile. "come on beauty, let's get to bed. i know you want to sleep in tomorrow." you jumped on the bed, laughing as hongjoong followed. "i promise baby, you'll always have me."

THE END

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Nocturna: Part V [M]

The fragile peace between undead and lycanth is imperilled your arrival to the Inferorum Castrum. Between the changing power dynamics of the wolf pack and the insatiable urges of the vampire king, you aren’t exactly sure where your loyalty lies.

Protagonists: Bang Chan & You | Im Jaebeom & You

Word Count: 5.4k

Genre: NSFW | *SMUT* | Supernatural!au | Vampires | Werewolves | Angst | Romance | Love Triangle

Nocturna Masterlist | HALLOWEEN

Your eyes are shut, brows creased in concentration, sweat pearls on your forehead. All you can hear is the sound of the two wolves’ beating hearts behind you; the bird yelling at the squirrel in the sycamore tree; someone rummaging in the Castrum’s kitchen; and…

You tilt your head, focusing. Unfortunately, right when you’re about to get it the Beta behind breaks the moment. 

“Come on…” Minho scoffs, irritated. “Louder Yeji, I’m dying over here!” 

On the other side of the Castrum ground, several miles away, a crystal high-pitched giggle echoes. One that you hear perfectly. You must actively fight your urge to run over and murder the younger wolf. You aren’t sure why, but it’s inherent, you simply cannot stand the girl.

“Is she even saying something?” You glare at Minho, and his eyes narrow in dislike at your animosity. His rank is way above yours, for now at least, and he’s been tolerant so far since you’re acclimating. It doesn’t mean he’ll always let your rudeness slide, you know that.

“Yes,” Youngjae assures, sitting on a wood bench with an open illustrated book on his knees, “again. What is Yeji saying?” 

“Do you even need me?” Minho whines, “We’ve been at it for hours!”

“I didn’t ask you to come.” The Delta points out, flipping a page. Minho pouts, craving being elsewhere, anywhere. He despises you and the feeling is very mutual.

You aren’t dumb, you know why they’re all training with you today, it’s not because they enjoy your company. It’s obviously Chan who asked them to keep an eye on you. You haven’t spoken to each other since that day he fought with the Omegas, but he’s still your mate, and somehow he cares. The following morning you woke up to find out he and Jackson had left for a ‘mission’ somewhere. Chan didn’t even bother saying goodbye. He either hates you now or believes you wouldn’t even have seen him. You might have… You’ve been feeling especially shitty since that day. There's a knot in your stomach, and you know it isn't about your bond. It's him. Even if you are rightfully angry, your old friend is the only thing that feels like home here. That’s why you’re trying to take your training more seriously these days, you need to belong. You are doing your best... But that Beta and that Epsilon are getting on your nerves, always laughing when you’re messing up! Earlier, you couldn’t distinguish colours on brightly lit targets, and they had a field trip mocking you.

Honestly, out of your five senses, your view has changed the most since the bite. It has decreased dramatically in the daylight, so you’re having trouble with colours, but you can see in perfect darkness. Also, your field of vision is way broader than it used to be. Even with Minho and Youngjae standing in your back, you can see them clearly.

“Yeji, focus.” Youngjae orders, not even raising his gaze from his book. “No, not louder, she needs to learn.” 

“But she’s so damn slow.” Yeji whines, 3 miles away. “It’s tragic Chan’s stuck with her. I can’t understand what he see-”

“Watch it, glob of snot!” Your lips stretch to uncover your teeth and a weird sound births at the back of your throat.

Behind, Minho’s mouth falls open. “The pup's hearing seems fine after all, she’s just very selective about it.” 

“Good.” This time, the kind Delta stands to join you. “After tomorrow night, you’ll be able to hear that from double the distance!” Youngjae playfully hits you with his book, and your cheeks warm. You feel weirdly proud, gratified to have managed to do this little.

“Will he be...” His brows raise and you stop, looking down at the tip of your boots in the grass, too embarrassed.

“The whole pack always goes out as one, once a month.” Minho replies with a smirk, amused you’re acting coy. “I would actually be excited for your First Full Moon if Chan wasn’t there to damage control.”

“Why?” You frown, unsure if a first transformation is anything special to watch. You’ve heard about the pain of the first turn, but not much after their ‘it feels amazing’ usual speech. You are genuinely curious.

“I’d love to watch you go berserk.” Minho snarls sarcastically, making Youngjae close both eyes disheartened. “Given your considerate nature, I bet you'd obliterate an entire villa-”

“I’d obliterate you first, wimp!” Vexed, you jump forward until you’re almost against the Beta's chest. You thought he was giving you advice or some sensitive information at last. Turns out he was just pushing your buttons once more. Every werewolf has been irritated and sensitive today. Anyway, ever since the bite, you’ve been continuously picking up fights.

“Try me.” The triggered older wolf uncovers his canines, holding your glare. He’s threatening without the need of a growl, Minho is still one of the pack’s warriors. 

“In its own time.” Youngjae stretches an arm to pull him back, not the least frightened bt the animosity between you two. 

“Yeah, challenge me soon, puppy.” The cocky Beta steps away, his weird dire smile still plastered on. “Let’s see you go at it. An Alpha is only as strong as his Lead Huntress after all.” 

“Jackson doesn’t have one, but you still run around with your tail between your legs whenever he barks!”

“Careful or you’ll never even make it to your First Moon, bitch!” Minho’s jaw snaps, and you snort, remaining unimpressed. There it is; that word again. “And we do have a Lead Huntress, trust me. You’re nothing compared to her.”

Youngjae steps between you two once more for the confrontation to end. You notice others have already started gathering at the entrance of the castle and on the outskirts of the wood. All lycanth really seem to love a good clash. You don’t even ponder on Minho’s cryptic words about the Alpha, you’re too mad to focus. Perhaps it’s real, maybe your level of irritation and hostility has more to do with the imminent Full Moon than any of your real frustrations. 

“The sun is setting.” Youngjae points out blankly right as Sana jogs up to you. “You should make it back to your room, y/n. You’ll need a lot of sleep. Tomorrow’s a pretty big day.”

Agreeing, you leave and no wolf makes a sound as you walk by. You still see the glimmer in their gaze though. Something like elation. No one approved of you the first week, but now they’re curious. They wonder about you picking fights with both Chan and Minho. Will you be a courageous and fierce Lead Huntress? Or are you simply as dumb as a post for continuously angering two of their most dangerous Betas?

The pack doesn’t know yet, but this whole mess is bound to get interesting. 

You don’t see anyone in the East Wing on your way to your room. As soon as you enter, you begin to wash off the traces of your long training day. Exhausted, you nearly miss the soft thumping on your door when someone knocks. Fighting back your smile, you hurry to change your dark shirt-gown for a clean nightgown. No doubt that this is Chan finally coming back and... For some reason, it is a relief. You’re oddly excited to tell him all about your progress. Unfortunately, one thing is sure as you open the door, that visitor is nothing like who you were expecting.

The newcomer is wearing all-black, special silky clothes, he’s one with the obscurity. Even with your perfect night vision, you can hardly distinguish his silhouette. There’s a mask from the same fabric covering up his entire face except for his sanguine eyes. No wonder you haven't heard him coming by, no wolf would be as quiet in their own quarters. Your mouth opens in shock as the undead gazes up and down at you. He’s lean and short, barely as tall as you. The first time you faced a vampire you were too human to notice, but this time it hits you hard; his scent of death.

“Y/n?” He inquires, voice as uninterested as it gets. Before you can decide if you should scream or reply, the ominous intruder tilts his head, perceivably. “It stinks of him in here, so I guess you're her.” His eyes skim over your body once more, severe. “The king has called upon you.”

“E-Excuse me?” 

“The vampire king.” He repeats, accentuating every syllable like you’re dumb. “Now.” 

“What if I don’t go?”

You cross your arms over your chest defiantly. Jaebeom has ignored you for days, what can he possibly have to say to you? You’re changing tomorrow, you don’t have to be at his beck and call, your deal was a one-time thing. You’ve moved on. The vampire snorts at your reply, apparently entertained. 

In an instant, you’re gagged and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He’s indifferent as you struggle, kicking and biting. Without having turned and reached your full potential yet, you’re no match for his strength. Your captor moves fast, it takes him under a minute to cross the entire Castrum. It’s evident he isn’t taking you to the West living quarters you've been to before. Right before these stairs, he forks in a secret passageway, entering a dark corridor you are unfamiliar with. When he finally stops, you’re buried under the castle, so deep within, that you can’t even hear what’s going on upstairs anymore. If you were to cry or yell, you bet no wolf would hear. You're not entirely sure they'd come to your rescue anyway... The vampire tosses you on your feet, taking out the cloth he shoved in your mouth. As you're coughing for air, he knocks on a door that opens instantly.

“Mark,” Jaebeom’s eyes go from you to his scion, "Were you seen?" You haven’t looked at him yet, too busy glaring and growling at the second rude vampire. Mark. No wonder your fellow wolves don’t like them if they all act like such entitled assholes.

“It was boring and too easy. Even a newborn would've been able to get her, you didn't need a Shadow, Jeonha.” Mark’s words drip self-importance, making your skin crawl. Speaking, he pulls down his mask, revealing his diaphanous features. He is just as inhumanly perfect as the other undead you've seen so far. "Although, I think I vexed your pet..."

It takes you half a second to realize he's talking about you.

“I’m not his, you filthy leech!” 

“Oi, are you gonna bite me!?” The bloodsucker laughs, reaching to poke the middle of your forehead. You must be a fast learner because your current warning growl has nothing to do with how you were begging for your life when you first met one of them. If you don’t notice the slight change, Jaebeom certainly does. “Bad pooch.” Ok. That asshole is just straight-up asking to be gutted.

“Just wait a few days...” Your eyes reflect the torches, casting a supernatural light on the scene. “I’ll add your name to my list of priorities, Mark.” His smile turns to a thin line.

“Leave us,” done, the king dismisses his minion, "discreetly." Though he’s obviously annoyed, Mark obeys, hissing as he slowly walks back the narrow passageway. You don’t stop holding his glare until he’s gone. “What was that,” Jaebeom presses once you are alone, highly annoyed, “are the moon mood swings really that bad?”

“Perhaps I just hate being treated like a possession.” When you turn to face the king, he has already disappeared into a close dim-lit room. You ponder on whether to go back upstairs or follow, hesitating. In the end, you’re too intrigued to do what’s best and you enter, though keeping your guard up. 

You haven’t seen Jaebeom since your first and last night, and you had forgotten how beautiful he is up close. From his pellucid skin to his bloody dead irides. You feel a betraying shiver run down your back, remembering how his body felt all over yours. If you thought you could face him without any second thoughts, you were wrong. The hypnotic power he seemed to have on you hasn’t wavered the slightest. You could still run, but curiosity anchors you down.

When you enter, the vampire king is standing in the middle of this tiny darkroom, ominous. There’s a chair and a twin size bed in a corner as only furniture, and it smells of mould. Obviously, this isn’t his usual hang out spot. This is a misery chamber, you expected a secret office or something. This is closer to a dungeon than... Oh, turning to take another look at the door again, you notice the large silvery bars on a square framed window. 

“What is this place?” Feeling stuffy and trapped all of a sudden, you take a step back.

“My dungeon, a secluded place. I thought it better to talk privately.” Jaebeom replies swiftly, like forcing you down here is perfectly mundane. His motives remain unclear, but you get what he means; walls here don't have ears. You already noted that. “We used it during the war, but I doubt Jackson remembers his old room and my leniency. If he did, that flea-bag wouldn’t go around doing as he pleases half as much.”

“He's my Alpha now, careful.” You cross your arms over your chest and he raises a brow. 

“Forgive me,” Jaebeom apologizes, overly sarcastic, “I thought you only had his tail-wagger’ back.” 

“Chan is a legacy Alpha,” you’re defensive at his evident disdain. “Won’t be tail-waggin’ forever.”

“Why do you care?!” Jaebeom snaps harshly, and his aggressive tone makes you flinch, “Defending him? Last I heard, you hated the dog for what he did to you!”

After that, you remain silent, too stunned. He is right, and you are still angry at Chan for taking your humanity. It’s just that… You've always cared deeply for him, and now whatever is said about him reflects on you. You’ve been inextricably linked since he marked you. It’s not something you can explain with words to an outsider. You just… Feel it in your bones. Jaebeom sighs, turning to press his open palms to one of the stone walls. “When you’re as old as me, you start to forget past enemies. I’ve seen a lot of werewolves go by, I never thought I should care about their bastards.” When you don't bite, the king presses you again: “I hadn’t made a mistake like that in many centuries.”

“A mistake like me,” you breathe out hollowly, starting to piece things together. 

“Yes...” He shakes his head, still facing the wall. “I messed up by intervening in the woods. I single-handedly jeopardized the status of the peace treaty for you. Jinyoung formally castigated me in front of the Council.” The vampire from that night? You frown, vaguely remembering his cool demeanour throughout the confrontation with the Alpha. “I was sent away during the arraignments. I’ll be officially sanctioned tomorrow, I had never received blame from my Court before you. Not it over a thousand years of reign.”

He says it like this mess is all your fault. “Maybe you shouldn’t be talking to me, then.” You try not to sound affected. Despite you, his words hurt... And you really don’t want to wonder about why right now.

“I wanted to apologize,” Jaebeom blurts out fatally, turning to hold your gaze. “I wasn’t able to bring you home. I couldn't stay true to my word, and keep you safe.” 

“Consider yourself freed from our deal, Jeonha.” 

You need to leave now.

Before you’re overwhelmed before you feel like crying for everything you’ve lost. It’s not like the vampire could have changed anything anyway, or if he could have honoured that deal in the first place anyway. Apparently, a choice was made for you long before that dreadful day you were marked. When you reach for the exit, Jaebeom’s steel grip wraps around your wrists, holding you still. It was the worst idea coming in, perhaps he won’t let you leave. This was a dungeon for a wolf, and no one knows you're here. 

“There’s another thing too.” He whispers, awfully closer. There’s the almost familiar coldness of his body on your back, and your heartbeat quickens, betraying. His effect is undeniable, his magnetism paralyzing. “I don’t care about what my Court said. I still wanted to see you.” His nose brushes your hair, and you know it’s making its way down to your neck. You’ve been there before, only this time, you are sure he won’t kill you. “You smell the same, you’re still more human than wolf.” 

Jaebeom says this like it’s a compliment, and you shut your eyes. “So what?”

He presses his stone chest to your back, unbothered by your harsh tone. “My Shadow heard you ask about me… And I tried to neglect it, but I still have this…” He pauses then, and despite everything, the memory of your shared night haunts you. “... Craving.” 

Blood, you realize. This is not about you at all. Defeated, you pull your hair aside to fully expose the little bit of collarbone your nightgown isn’t covering. He can do whatever, you won’t fight him this time, don't care if it hurts. Then he’ll probably let you go. Jaebeom lets his index run down your spine, and you clench your teeth, expecting his bite any moment.

“After you turn-.”

“I know.” You cut in sharply, eager to get this over with. His arm slides around your waist. “You hate dogs.” The vampire presses his lips on your neck, not on the same spot as last time. Again, instead of biting, he breathes you in, mouth wandering. This isn’t what you want, you shouldn’t do this. “Drink.” Frozen still, you don’t bother trying to sound like yourself.

“No,” Jaebeom hushes in your ear, absolutely shameless, “like last time.”

“I don’t want to,” you state, authoritative. The idea of betraying Chan like this makes your stomach turn. Even if you are angry, he’s still your friend and your… That. Then, there’s the rest of the pack too, and what they said about wolves with vampires. What Minho called you earlier.

“Is that so?” Jaebeom snorts, hand reaching to cup your sex over your nightgown. You catch a breath as he hums, satisfied by your reaction. “I can smell you.” Shit. You’re screwed. Already, your body is betraying you, and you press closer to his palm, craving friction. His hand doesn’t oblige though. Instead, he takes it back, letting it wander up until it finds the strings tying the collar of your long gown. You think he’ll open it, but he surprises you by spinning you in his arms. His grip closes on your wrists, holding them up. “You wear his clothes, but his scent isn't on you.” 

You don’t need Jaebeom to say his name. “He comes back tomorrow.”

Something in his gaze darkens like you’ve made a mistake: “I know, I approve every dogs’ outing. Mark was right, he shouldn’t have made it so easy.” Smirking, Jaebeom releases you, apparently very amused by something. “Now that I know who you are for Jackson’s successor… I want you even more.”

‘W-What?” You don’t move, don’t even blink when his fingers slide up the interior of your thigh. This time, it’s skin to skin, under your loose clothing. He stops centimetres away from where your legs meet. “We can’t… My pack-”

Lowering himself to press a kiss on your lips, Jaebeom interrupts your protests. He doesn’t give you an answer, but you forget about everything as soon as his mouth opens yours. Your mind numbs. You forget you’re angry, forget the pack and everything about who the creature kissing you is. Even Chan is eclipsed from your thoughts for the first time in days. Jaebeom pulls back after a while, one hand to the wall and the other frozen still on your thigh.

“New deal,” he announces, voice-controlled. He’s doing way better than you. You're panting, hanging on his every word with apprehension. He's like a drug, clogging up your brain and stealing away your better judgement. “You owe me since I got into trouble trying to help you.”

“How should I repay you?” You ask in a trance. You sound more innocent than you truly are. It’s obvious what he wants, of course you know. You can feel him already hardening against you. Right now, you want him too. You don’t care about anything else.

“I forgot I have to show you everything, tidbit.” Jaebeom smiles, ruby eyes creasing. “Don’t move.” It’s not like you were planning on going anywhere anymore. You’re already too turned on to know what’s best. Sensing you’re obeying, Jaebeom kneels on the ground before you to roll up your gown. “See?” He looks up, pushing your feet apart with his knees. You seem to have learned from your first time because you don’t move to cover your sex. Jaebeom licks his lips, gaze roaming your exposed body hungrily. “I knew you were wet...”

His cold hands grip your knees to spread you and you lean back against the stone wall, weak. He hums, nose brushing your inner thighs. The vampire king kisses them one by one, making sure not to leave an inch of soft sensitive skin untouched as he climbs. If he claimed you were wet before, it was nothing. This time you know what to expect from him and you’re shivering from anticipation. Your folds are already swollen and glistening when he finally reaches his goal. Jaebeom doesn’t lose any time, icy tongue sliding up your slit once, then twice. You grip his shoulders to remain still and he lets out a hollow chuckle, entertained. His mouth works wonder, it’s even better standing like that above him. You pant, hips rocking on his face despite yourself. You don’t have any self-control whatsoever. You aren’t sure if it’s because of the imminent Full Moon or your exacerbate senses, but everything feels more intense; anger, impatience, and now pleasure, desire… Jaebeom helps himself with a finger, and it’s way more comfortable than last time. You’re so relaxed that he adds another one, pumping them leisurely into you.

Without stopping, he sits back on his heels, raising your right leg on his shoulder. Jaebeom presses kisses in your inner thigh, looking for something that he finds almost too soon. Unlike the other night, there’s no warning or build up before he bites you. His flaming eyes find yours when his fangs pierce your skin, and you yelp in surprise. Already blood drips, overflowing his mouth. Jaebeom sucks – entranced – he wasn’t too harsh this time. He cannot heal you with vampire blood, not when you’re lycanth. His fingers are still working your core, and the pleasure mixed with the burn is far from unpleasant. Your head hits the wall when you throw it back, pushing for more friction against his hand. He holds you still, sucking harsher on your thigh. His first bite is so shallow that your flow to the wound is already dwindling.

After a moment he gives up, he wants and needs more, but there are plenty of pretty veins on your body. Some are easier to conceal than others though that’s not what he wants at all. Not tonight. Not when you belong to the next Alpha. Jaebeom wants a statement, one that ensures the balance, retribution. The king hates being ridiculed, and they are far worst ways to send a message than this. At least you’re both going to enjoy yourselves tonight. He’ll make sure you get off, just like last time.

You don’t know that of course, but even then, could you have resisted him?

It’s your turn to take the lead when Jaebeom stops drinking from your thigh. You tug at his nape, forcing him up and interrupting his lapping of your wound.  This time, you don’t mind the blood when your mouths meet.

Your new kiss tastes of metal, but it’s delicious.

Wild.

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The East Wing is deserted when you emerge from the depth of the Castrum. It’s to be expected, to limit interactions between species and risk useless frictions, they are many specific rules. Werewolves aren’t allowed outside their sanctuary walls after sunset unless they have special permissions, so they usually limit themselves to their rooms. One night of freedom per month is granted of course; the Full Moon. No similar rule applies to vampires. It might seem unfair, but most can’t stand the sun and normally rest during the day anyway. So, it’s no surprise that you don’t bump into any other lycanth when you enter the common room and climb the stone stairs leading to the living quarters. Everyone is in bed, getting ready for tomorrow’s night hunt and celebrations of your first transformation. 

Still, you are extra careful not to get caught when walking up the corridor, passing dozens of wooden doors along the way. You can hear the soft breathing of the sleeping wolves, but also the cracking pages of a book being read, and the scratching of graphite on paper. You furtively reach the door to your room, opening it and praying the hinges don’t betray you. They don’t. 

Letting out a breath of relief, you enter. You allow yourself to make more noise once you are where you were assumed to be all along. Immediately, you stretch your sore body. Wow. That was something else entirely. You hadn’t realized Jaebeom was being so attentive on your first night. This time he was less considerate, not that you’re complaining. Smiling, you rub your thumb on the bite marks on your left wrist. You have many, you’ll have to conceal all of them tomorrow by wearing something like a long-sleeve linen shirt and pants. 

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice the mass on your bed at all. It’s when he sits up that you gasp, so shocked you drop the hairbrush you had just picked up on the carpet. It bounces twice before rolling on the stone floor, the faint sounds seemingly resonating throughout the whole wing. Chan looks half-dead, as though he hasn’t slept ever since he last fought with you. 

“Hello,” he says, voice alarmingly placid.

You feel yourself crumble under the weight of his gaze. “You’re back.”

He drops his chin to his chest like a prayer. “I came early since I was worried...” His words hit hard, and you feel the bitter sting of guilt in your chest. Somehow you spent the whole week waiting for his return... Now it’s too late, you messed up. “I missed you,” the wolf-man snorts, rolling his eyes back, “so much. I kept wondering how you were holding up without me. Laughable isn’t I?” When he looks your way again, the bite marks on your body itch like liabilities. “You seem to be doing perfectly fine.”

“Chan,” you breathe out unevenly, heart as heavy as the moon in your chest. Whatever bliss you felt from your escapade with Jaebeom is completely gone. This is why you tried to leave. It feels like you committed high treason. Perhaps you truly did, that's the scariest thought. You should tell him you didn't go to Jaebeom willingly, it just happened. Tell him you hadn’t thought of the king for days. Instead, you let out a series of incoherence; “It’s not… I’m-”

“You smell of death.” He points out, weirdly serene. You both know it means him. “I’m exhausted, y/n. Let’s not fight, let's just go to bed.”

“H-Here?” Your eyes round, staring at him under the covers.

“It’s our den, our bed.” Chan lays down again. “You can sleep elsewhere if you can’t stand me... You seem to have other options.”

Silence settles after that, you walk up to the empty side of the canopy bed, miserable. How could you leave, even if you wanted to? The mattress protests under your weight. Sitting guardedly, you keep an eye on the young man with his back turned on you. Chan doesn’t comment and as you lay over the covers. Your heartbeat is deafening. 

You are so taken aback when he breaks his muteness after over ten minutes, that you wonder if you heard right; “I don’t want us to be like them.” 

“Who?” You ask, turning on your side to face him. 

“Them,” he repeats as though you are supposed to figure it out. He rolls too, but his eyes remain glued to the ceiling.

This whole situation is strangely reminiscent of these nights you talked for hours, both laying on your back, staring at stars. You often went on trips together with a hunting crew from Ianua and other villages. You and Chan used to discuss anything from your childhoods to dumb stuff. Of course, back then, you had no idea he was way older than he looked, perhaps even older than gran. You had no idea he wasn’t human at all. Come to think of it, you wonder how he managed all these trips and why. Was it just to be with you? Does ‘deceive your future mate under the false pretense of friendship’ qualify for outings permissions?

“Them; Jackson and Ryujin.” You stop your breathing altogether when Chan clarifies. Ryujin, as in the queen? Shit. You had forgotten all about her... “Lycanth, we are loyal to a fault, devoted by nature. We…” He glances your way, having at least the decency of being embarrassed by himself. “... Mate for life… With our one partner.” 

But you aren’t listening to him. Your head is spinning, Jackson and Ryujin. What do they have to do with each other? Isn’t she wedded to Jaebeom? Although it’s quite obvious his vows don’t keep him from sleeping with whoever he wants, whenever. 

Any of you take issues of my personal life? The Alpha and Minho’s cryptic words suddenly mean much more. Jackson has a mate, trust me.

“The parasites are nothing like us.” Chan goes on as you piece things together, sounding spiteful. “They take what they covet without hesitation, they use others for their means. They are ruth-”

“I get it.” You interrupt, fighting back your irritation. Ok, now you are done feeling bad for him. No one ever explains things to you clearly in this damn castle. You’re always expected to do what is asked and understand things later on. “You hate vampires.”

“No. You don’t get it, you aren't hearing me y/n.” Chan sighs and the sound is cavernous deep. He turns to you, serious. “Vampires don’t feel like mortals or werewolves. You can’t trust him, no matter how much intimacy you share, it doesn-”

“I understand that you like me, Chan.” You’re careful not to raise your voice when you cut him off again. The last thing you want is this to escalate in another full-on fight. “And I am so sorry you feel that way, but...” You stop yourself, reading the pain on his face.

“It is my business because you’re my m-... Best friend...” He whispers, winded as though he ran for miles. “You are bitter – rightfully so – and you need time… But I’m not gonna spend my whole life picking up the pieces after him. I won’t stand sharing you. I don’t want us to be like them, I can’t.”

Though you soften slightly, you turn away to avoid his gaze. You should tell Chan that you don’t think of Jaebeom half as much as you think of him when he isn’t near, but you can’t. You’re too ashamed and resentful, both at yourself and at him. 

“Maybe you should have considered that before changing me.” It sounds too mean even to you. “You knew me, so you should’ve made the right choice.” 

Again, the silence following is louder than words. It takes Chan less time to cut through the tension. When he does, you can tell he's been thinking deeply about this.

“I did consider...” He waits for a few heartbeats before going on, hopeful; “I know you and I’ll wait. I know us, I made the right choice. I’m sorry I brought this up.” Chan sounds so relieved that you can’t help wanting to believe him. “We will never be like them...” There's an infallible faith to his truth.

Even though you’re exhausted, even though tomorrow marks the beginning of your new life. You don’t sleep a wink that night, torn between two fates you neither wanted nor considered before these last two weeks.

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unrighteousness | t. holland | part 7

Not My Gif

summary: a perfect angel isn’t as perfect as she’s lead to believe, and there’s no other angel who knows more about imperfection than the one who fell

warnings: SMUT! mentions of violence, the stark family :)))

note: this has a MINOR endgame spoiler...so be careful i guess? also we have a 2 more parts :(( enjoy tho!!!

As days turned into weeks, you became the official unofficial Queen of Hell. You helped carry out decisions when Tom was busy, you hosted small parties, you’d even been in charge of a few small meetings with Sam and Harry and the captains of the army. Your favorite part however, were the weekly village visits you made. The people loved and adored you as if you’d been there forever, bowing and curtsying as you walk past and greet the townspeople. You loved walking on the black pavement in your heels and dress, buying small trinkets at the market. You mostly helped the people prepare for the war, feeling guilty it was your fault. You built underground shelters where families would be safe, helped grow and harvest extra food to stock pile, and helped charm people’s homes for protection and health.

“Queen Y/n! I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow?” A 12 year old girl named Morgan called at you, her family ran the farm with all the animals the small town relied on.

“I was getting bored sitting in that castle waiting on Tom to finish his work, so I decided to come down for an extra visit.” You scoop her on your back and carry her towards the farm house her and her large family lived in. 4 other children came running out of the front door to greet you.

“Good morning Mr Stark, Mrs Potts. How is everything today?”

“Oh Your Highness, please. Tony and Pepper” Tony speaks smiling at you as you set Morgan down.

“Then please, y/n.” You smile as Pepper hands you a water. “How can I help? Is the animal shelter coming along well?” I ask ruffling Howard’s, their oldest sons hair.

“It’s almost done, should be done by tomorrow afternoon. You don’t need to do anything, you’ve already done more than we can ask for.” Tony speaks sincerely at you.

“I know, I just- Hell is going to be under attack and it’s all because of me. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to anyone down here.” You look at the floor.

“I want to fight in the war! I could kick some angel a-“

“Howard Stark, I would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next.” Pepper gives him a look only mother’s can give.

“I was gonna say wings, mama.” He speaks lowering his voice.

“As long as I’m here, you won’t even have to worry about those Angels. No child will fight an adults war. But, I could use your enthusiasm at our Ball next week, will you come, and escort me?” You ask the boy. He agrees quickly begging his parents.

“Are you sure?-“

“Nonsense, Tony. You can bring the whole family and they’ll be out of your hair for the night. Our workers are having a separate area for all the children. The whole town is invited.” You say.

“We’ll be there y/n. Thank you” Pepper says touching your hand.

“Now, I’d better go help Morgan and Nat with the horses and cattle.” You stand and kiss both parents on the cheek before walking out the the fields where the 2 girls are play fighting.

“Now shall we milk the cows or tend to the horses first?” You say scooping Nat up into the air. You all agree cows first and walk to milk them, talking to the girls about any and everything.

“So, have you and King Tom kissed yet?” Nat asks making kissing noises. Your face turns red.

“Yes, we have.” Your face gets very warm.

“Are you in love? Is it true love?” Morgan squeals jumping up and down, you nod to the cow she’s supposed to be milking giving her a “get back to work” look.

“I don’t know, Love isn’t always simple. Me and Tom aren’t like your mother and father, we have some weird circumstances but we do care for each other, i just think it’s better if we focus on the safety of Hell” I say filling the bucket with the sweet drink.

You continue your whole day with the Starks. Doing chores until it’s dark.

“Thank you both for dinner, I better get home before Tom throws himself off the balcony from going insane without me.” You kiss each child’s head and hug the adults.

“Of course, our home is yours as well. Have a great night y/n. Thank you for your help today.” They see you off, watching you walk back towards the castle.

As you walk through the main doors, you’re greeted by Haz.

“Oh thank satan” He sigh heavily at the sight of you.

“I was ready to punch Tom in his face with how much he was telling us he missed you. Please never leave that poor demon again.” He laughs, offering you his arm so he can walk you to Tom presumably. “How was your day though?” Haz asks, looking down at you. Harrison is truly becoming a good friend to you, always there to tease Tom and joke with you.

“Good, I did lots of chores. So, very exciting” You smile a small skip in your step.

“Did you know, you’re the only person, nevertheless a royal, who likes chores?” He laughs at you.

“I never had to do anything in Heaven, I stayed on my knees all day and then went to bed, it’s intriguing.” You laugh and elbow Haz. As you get closer to the throne room, you can hear Toms voice.

“Don’t be an idiot! Needing a competent person is not missing them, just cause y/n can do all of your jobs better. It’s simple stuff!” He groans, you can hear the desperation on his voice. Haz opens the door and gestures for you to enter. When you walk in, you see Tom facing a few demons, lecturing them on how to do who knows what.

“Won’t you cut them some slack Tom, no need to be antsy just because I went into town” I say interrupting his small speech. He whips around at my voice grinning like a mad man. He runs and presses me into a forceful kiss, heavy breathing and hands in hair. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.

“I missed you” He whispers.

“I’ve heard, how much work do you have to do?” You ask curling the ends of his hair around your fingers.

“Im dismissed, you lot can figure this out quickly and then head home. Goodnight everyone.” Tom shouts out to everyone in the throne room. He looks back at you and picks you up bridal style, walking you through the halls until you get to his room.

As soon as his bedroom door is shut he pulls you into a kiss.

“Tom, goodness, you haven’t even asked about my day.” You giggle as he moves to kissing your neck, surprising you.

“How was your day, angel?” He asks kissing your cheek and jaw.

“Lovely, thank you. I would ask about yours but I think I have a clue.” You say grabbing his head to make him look at you. He pulls his lips to a pout and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“What’s gotten into you Tom?” You ask quietly.

He lets out a heavy sigh and pulls you to his bed, laying down with you on his chest.

“I missed you darling. Everyday i find my self getting closer to you. I miss you any moment that I cannot see you and i’ve never felt this way.” He speaks kissing your head and rubbing up and down your arms.

“Tom, ha-have you ever been in love?” You ask looking up at him.

“Only you, angel” He grins widely.

“You love me?” You whisper in amazement. Your heart begin beating faster and your wings rustled behind you.

“I do, I don’t know where your heads at, but I love you y/n.” He pulls you up as he sits against his headboard.

“I love you too Tom, more than anything in the world” You speak confidently. He grins and pulls you into a kiss. You grab his shoulders to keep yourself supported. The world seemed to disappear around you, the only thing you could feel was Tom. You felt his large hands on your jaw and bottom of your back, pulling you as close as physically possible. You felt his lips pushing against yours and the small vibrations of him groaning. You could feel his muscles under his shirt as you gripped his shoulders. You could feel his hips pressing against yours, moving with each deep breath you both took. You push your hips closer to him, causing him to buck his hips up.

You pull away and gasp, friction against your core shocking you. You’d never felt it in your life, a sin that was forbidden for you. It was so wrong and unacceptable, the higher angels would tell you it never felt good and your heart would shatter at the forsaking of God. If it was supposed to hurt, why did this feel so good. Why did it excite you? You’d never thought about another person in the way you feel about Tom, lust. A deadly sin, but now you were more than happy to die for this cause.

“Tommy, I wanna do it.” You speak as he kisses up and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there.

“Do what angel?” His hands moved from your back to your thighs, gripping and rubbing slowly.

“Sex. I want to have sex, with you” You breathe out, your whole body heats up but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed. Tom looks at you and smirks, his face only looked like trouble but you wanted it, wanted all of it.

“Yea? Want me to fuck you?”

You gasp at his words, and the shiver that they sent down your spine. Your core felt almost uncomfortable, you needed him to do something, anything to relieve the pressure.

“Answer me angel.” He pinches your thigh making you jump.

“Yes Tom, I want you.” You practically moan out at him. He groans and pulls you back for a deep kiss. He pulls away and quickly takes off his shirt. He helps you out of your working shirt, leaving you in just a bra and your shorts. He kisses lower on your neck and collarbone, whispering how flawless you are. His hands go right back to your hips, but now he slowly moves them against his. You gasp and sigh again, the continued friction finally releasing the pressure you had.

“Wanna take off your shorts” He mumbles. You sit back and pull them off and throw them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. You look back at Tom and see him staring at you. You look down and cross your arms lightly. He lightly smiles and pulls your arms away.

“Can you take yours off?” You whisper at him. He smirks and slowly pulls them down his legs, watching you watch him.

“You’re so gorgeous baby, gonna make you feel so good.” He pulls you down so he’s over you. “Can I touch you angel?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod your head quickly and immediately put your hands in his hair, wrapping your fingers in his fluffy curls. He leans on one arm and allows one of his hands to trail from your face to your chest. His thumb rubs over your bra, making you push your chest up at him.

“My responsive little angel.” He kisses you before fully grabbing your boob, kissing the top. You whimper at the feeling and allow yourself to immerse yourself in the pleasure Tom is giving you. It’s almost magical how good he makes you feel. He moves down a little then kisses right above your belly button and lets his hand sneak down further, over your underwear. Your hips jump and you moan out at his slow circles he’s making.

“You’ve soaked through your panties princess,” He groans out, his head falling on your stomach. His hand slips into your underwear, and runs through your folds. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, your breathe is struggling to leave your lungs and your body heat is hotter than the air outside.

“Gonna slip a finger in okay?” He moves up and kisses your cheek, and slips one of his finger inside of you, causing you both to groan loudly together. His finger slowly pumps in and out easily. “So fucking wet”, you moan and your stomach flutters and jumps at every movement you feel. Your brain clouds over, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

“more please” you manage to stutter out inbetween moans. Tom slips another finger in, stretching you out a bit more. He watches you as you close your eyes while he picks up the pace. Your head falls back but your hips move in time with his hand. Your lower stomach begins to turn and coil as his hand moves faster and faster, your thighs begin to quake and your moans get louder. Tom curls his fingers and hits a spot on your walls that makes you nearly scream. The only sound your able to make is his name, over and over, sounding just like the prayers you’d heard humans make day after day. Without warning, your stomach snaps and your mind goes blank, you only feel pure euphoria. You feel your juices gush onto Toms fingers. He slows his hand down to a stop.

You tried to ask Tom what that was but aren’t able to form the question.

“Yea angel, you came for me. Your first orgasam. Took it like a champ. Such a good girl.” His voice is raspy and his eyes are bright red. His chest heaves as he moves back up your body. He pulls your bra off and then your underwear, leaving you completely naked. His briefs are incredibly tight, showing you the outline of him. Your eyes widen at the size.

“S’okay angel, gonna make you feel better than you ever have. gonna take real good care of you” His accent is stronger than you’d ever heard it before. He pulls his underwear down and his cock bounces up against his stomach.

“You ready baby?” He asks kissing your nose and cheek. You nod quickly and bite your lip. Tom grabs himself and rubs his tip across your core, spreading all your wetness around. He slowly presses the tip against your opening, stretching wider than his fingers. You spread your thighs as wide as possible to give him more space. Once just the end is in he groans and lays his head down in your neck, one of your hands grabs his bicep while the other grin the back of his neck.

“So fucking tight” He mumbles, making heat rush straight through you. He continues to slowly push into you, moaning right into your ear. Once he’s almost fully in he stops and just sits there. You take deep breathes trying to adjust to the sensation of him sitting in you. You accidentally clench causing him to moan loudly.

“Fuck angel, you do that again and I just might blow” He rasps, finding one of your hands to hold.

“Tommy, please” You whine, lightly moving your hips, fully adjusted to the feeling.

“Please what?” He presses his forehead to yours.

“Fuck me” You whisper against his lips. His hips snap at your words, making your moan out.

“You’re gonna kill me sweetheart” He begins moving his hips slowly, your heart falls and rises with each thrust he delivers to you.

“Gonna make love to you first, show you this pussy is mine” He speaks between each thrust.

“Oh god” You groan as he begins thrusting faster.

“No god down here, angel. Just a devil” He gives you his signature smirk and pounds into you, one hand gripping your hip. Your legs wrap tight around his waist.

“Fucking love you, everything about you. So pretty, so kind, so strong.” He mutters compliments in your ear as you get closer again.

“Tommy, please getting close” You screw your eyes shut and he rubs your jaw.

“Yea? Gonna come on my cock angel? Lemme see you baby, wanna watch you fall apart.” Your moans get louder and louder as his thrusts get harder and harder.

“I’m so close Tom!” You nearly shout. He angles his hips and hits the same spot as before, turning your moans to screams.

“Open your eyes, look at me baby” He grips your jaw a little tighter. You open your eyes and as soon as you meet his eyes, you fall apart, body trembling and screaming his name repeatedly. If you thought your first orgasam was near magical, this one was ground-shattering. He groans and yells your name as he finishes, warmth filling you up. You both hold each other tight as you come down. You whimpering and legs shaking, Tom breathing heavily.

Tom slips out of you and flops to beside you and pulls you close. You both allow your heartbeats to regulate and beat together.

“You’re officially unholy, angel” He smirks kissing your temple.

“What an oxymoron.” You giggle.

“I love you” He speaks rubbing your arm.

“I love you too” You happily sigh.

“Come on, lets go take a bath” He smiles, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom.

You bathe together and slip back into bed. You fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits a pillow. Tom watches as you sleep, breathe slow and deep. Your face squished against his pillows yet so relaxed. Your nightgown is slipping off your shoulder and he can’t help but smile. You were his little angel, he had no idea he could ever love someone so much. He wanted to marry you, start a family and rule his kingdom with you right by his side. He hates God for putting you through all of that bullshit. You were nothing but kind and loving, your demon side just making you brave and daring. You were far from evil, yet they ripped your wing off just like they did to him. He’s nervous but ready for the war. He has no idea when the angels will come kicking on Hells gates but he’s ready to tear them limb for limb and watch them burn. He’d been having his demons and witches working double hard to hide Hell from them, but he know as soon as he dropped the charms and magic, they’d come flooding in. He watches your wings flutter as you dreamed. He stared at them in awe. He loves your wings, how the flapped a bit when you were excited, how they shuttered when you were coming under him. He just loved you, everything about you. Mostly he loved how much you loved him back. He was sure you were the love his life, his soulmate. He’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you, or even looked at you funny. He found himself falling asleep, pulling you closer into him.

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Napule Nights - trentanove 

As always, thanks to Elana for helping me make everything work! This chapter includes some smut people were requesting x

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Jade's eyes wandered around the dimly lit room, her gaze wandering past the women spinning from the poles in the back, past the guests on the dancefloor, past the small groups sat on the sofas and at the tables on the side and she brought her glass to her lips, taking a sip of her drink, the very first Jade she'd ordered out at one of Alexander's establishments.

“Bella.”

She turned, instead of Alexander's return, she was greeted with Kane's arrival, his skin bronzed with a fresh tan, a sharp contrast to his tight, baby pink suit. “Looking good” she smiled, licking her lips. “I didn't know you were here tonight.”

Miles shrugged, raking his fingers through his short hair and wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Neither did I, bella” he informed her. “But now weh bof kno' 's a good fing I am, because I cannot believe Al's left ya on your own.”

Jade shrugged, nodding towards the group of men that had insisted to converse with Alexander. “He's right there” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear as she turned back to look at Kane as he turned to the bar and she saw him mouth for his own signature drink, but she was quick to stop the bartender. “Actually” she cut in. “I think Mr. Kane would like a Jade.”

“Oh, I would vereh mooch” Miles said, his lips forming a smug smirk, cackling when she rolled her eyes at him turning her request around.

“Kane...”

“Can't fookin' 'elp meself, bella, look at ya.” His eyes wandered down her body, taking in the way her tight black dress did not only hug her curves beautifully but put her body on display in a way that they both knew had everyone who laid eyes on her desperate to be in Turner's shoes for more than one reason. The dress left a wide gap in fabric trailing down in length, the skin it exposed merely held together by a series of criss-crossed ties, allowing glimpses at almost every part of her body that was otherwise covered.

“Here you go, Mr. Kane.”

His attention was snapped from her dress by the barman and he looked up, his fingers closing around the crystal. “I 'aven't actualleh 'ad the final product” he said. “So even though I shouldn't beh takin' orders from ya, bella, I'm excited” he stated, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Well” she shrugged. “You forced me to drink that liquid candy” she said, scrunching up her nose at the memory of his drink.

He gasped dramatically, clamping his heart down on his heart in fake offense. “Ya better beh able teh 'andle sum feedback in return. I 'elped make this though, ya kno'?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You did?”

“Well, I were Al's test person. 'e 'ad meh try different versions 'n tha', took 'im ages teh come up wif this one.” He took a sip from the drink, humming and licking his lips. “Well, fook, tha's joost made meh feel closer teh ya” he chuckled. “Makes meh burn.”

She rolled her eyes, tensing when she felt someone's hand on her lower back but relaxing instantly when the familiar cloud of smoke and spice surrounded her, leaning back into his touch thankfully. “Hey, baby” she rasped, turning her head and pressing a kiss to Alexander's jaw. “Are you okay?”

He nodded slowly, moved to slick his hair back with a swift stroke of his hand, then waved to the bartender. “Joost fookin' 'eard sum unpleasant news” he shrugged.

Jade sighed, turning to smooth down the jacket of his shiny black suit, her eyes wandering up his tanned chest, exposed underneath the half-unbuttoned blue shirt.

“Can't fookin' believe it” he muttered, his body drawn to her touch and leaning forward slightly, instantly aching to be closer when she offered. “Sum people fink they can come in 'ere 'n fookin' disrespect meh in me own fookin' club.”

She swallowed, tilting her head slightly, her fingertips trailing along the smooth skin of his jaw, sharp, tense. “You can't let them provoke you, Alexander” she said quietly, knowing he wouldn't like hearing what she had to say, but she also knew that she had to. “They want you to react this way so you slip up, baby, they're playing into your temper...”

“I don't fookin' slip up...” he stated. “And if yeh're talkin' 'bout tha' guy earlier, 'e were eyein' yeh inappropriately, alreyht?”

Jade sighed, shaking her head. As much as she loved him demonstrating his power, felt a thrill each time, she couldn't help but warn him, worried where the way his passion made him trail off would lead sometimes. “I just don't want you to make more enemies because of me.”

“Tha' were a fookin' nobodeh, Jade” he sighed, relaxing slightly when she drew the pack of cigarettes from his top pocket and fished one out to place between his lips, then offered one to Kane and lighting them both. “If I can't shut down people like tha', wha's next?”

Before she could respond, a loud noise ripped through the room, momentarily drowned out the music, the chatter, the sounds of glasses meeting and liquor pouring. Then, another shot. Jade could now make out the origin of the sound and while the music kept thudding, the chatter had died down, the women on the poles had stopped spinning, every face turned towards the two men that were entering the club, both with one arm stretched into the air, smoking guns in hand.

“Doll, get be'ind meh” Alex drawled, could see Matthew and Jamie slowly moving closer, all the security on alert, but he knew that those two men were most likely not alone, and that there was a risk here of overpowering them before being sure about the situation. His heart was pounding in his chest, one defeat after another and he tried to suppress his anger like Jade had told him, though it was getting increasingly more difficult with each challenge, he couldn't wrap his head around the continuous decrease in control, was unable to process it all.

Jade huffed. “Why? Because I can't fight?” She muttered, yet kept her eyes on the men as she spoke to make sure she didn't miss a single movement.

“No” Alex muttered. “Because I'd never forgive meself if yeh got 'urt.”

She inhaled shakily, took a step back and he stepped forward simultaneously, holding her breath when she heard his voice, loud and roaring and authoritative.

“Wha's this then?” He drawled, Helders and Cook stepping to each side of him as he approached the two gunmen, held his arms out expectantly to his sides. “Are yeh gunna shoot meh in me own club? I never even seen yehr faces before and I'm supposed to be scared.”

One of the men lifted his weapon, pointed it at him but Alexander merely shook his head, gave a click of his tongue. “Yehr first shot would've 'it meh instead of me ceiling if yehr plan were teh shoot meh.”

Jade stayed behind him, looking to her side, searching for Kane's gaze who gave her a pointed look to stay as she was, to let Alexander do what he thought best and while she trusted him and knew that he wasn't at the top of the city for no reason, she still hoped he wouldn't take it too far, wouldn't dare himself further than he could afford because of his temper. And as much as she knew that he was right, that they didn't seem like they were out to kill him, she was well aware that they were meant to scare him, scare him in his own club, make him feel unsafe even in his own spaces and from the way he stood, tense, yet completely unafraid, she could tell that he was aware as well, and that he refused to allow it to work with everything he had.

“You've been looking to Mancini” one of the men stated, raised an eyebrow when Alexander stepped in front of him, eyeing the gun curiously until it was lowered and no longer pointing at him.

“I 'ave indeed. But I doubt yeh've come teh give 'im up.”

The gunman chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “And you're right to. He has agreed to meet you though, Turner.”

Alex raised his eyebrows, couldn't say that he had expected everything but the answer he'd now been given and he licked his lips, not quite eased enough for the tension to leave his body. “And I'm s'posed teh believe 's not a trap?”

“Well, Mancini said to tell you that he's prepared for you to arrange place and time, to come with as much security as you deem necessary if you agree to let him do the same.”

Alex huffed, licking his lips. “Why does 'e want teh meet meh?”

“You can ask him when you meet him” the man stated. “We know you're interested. There will be no meeting if we're stopped from delivering your message.”

Jade saw Alexander grit his teeth, his hand on his hip now, and she could see his fingers shaking with anger. She hoped desperately that he would agree, it was a change in behaviour and maybe meant a change for the business, maybe they could outsmart Mancini and Alfonso somehow, but blocking everything they did would not lead there.

“I'm gunna send the details.”

The man gave a bitter smile, followed by a wave, several other armed men following him, Alex's security looking expectantly at him but he gave a shake of his head, gesturing for them to stand out and when the door shut behind the invaders, his breath came out shakily, mostly with relief, and there was a moment in which despite the music still blaring, the bass still thudding, no one moved a muscle until Alex turned, one look from his dark eyes enough to set everything back into motion and Jade followed his movements with fascination, stepped back slightly when he walked back to her and Kane and ordered another drink, taking a drag from his now almost burnt down cigarette.

There was barely any talking to him the rest of the night, after an hour he decided that there was no point in sticking around any longer, feeling he'd proven his point that he was not afraid, but even on the way back home, he was distant, found himself unable to think anything else and didn't even order for any help, just sat in silence with Jade, Matthew and Jamie, and the more time passed, the more frustrated he became to change it, only when the door of his apartment fell shut and he was alone with Jade, he felt he could no longer keep it in but instead, she beat him to it.

“Alexander” she demanded. “Talk to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, paused where he stood and turned on his heel to look at her. “Wha' do I fookin' say?” He muttered, an edge to his voice that she welcomed in a way that she knew he was not trying to protect her from the reality of the situation, she didn't want him to feel like he had to hold back on anything with her, ever. “Yeh fookin' saw wha' 'appened, Jade!”

She looked back at him, raised her eyebrows and waited for him to continue, gave a nod, stood as she was without moving a muscle, patient.

“They got inteh me club! Me own fookin' club! Wha' the fook is next?” His hands were shaking, his anger rising. “Are they gunna come inteh the 'eadquarters, in 'ere? And a fookin' meetin' wif me enemeh? No fookin' wonder me padre's disappointed in meh! I used teh beh able teh stand up teh 'im easeh, got nofin' teh fookin' show for meself.”

She took a breath, knew there was nothing she could say or do to fix things now, except to make it better in the moment until he figured out what to do to improve the business, until he could make the necessary decisions. “You know it's not your fault, Alexander.”

His bottom lip was trembling, his jaw tense. “Yes, I fookin' kno', but 's all on meh, innit? I'm the one in charge, I'm responsible!” He raked his fingers through his hair, then patted down his suit jacket, but before he could even look for another pack, she had a smoke for him ready and lit and he sighed, took it between his fingers and taking a drag, breathing out heavily. “I joost...” He swallowed hard. “Joost need teh fookin' do sumfin'. Can't sit 'round 'n wait.”

“You're making the right decisions” she stated. “And that's why that will show in time. You're smarter than all of them. That's why you're meant to be in charge.”

He blinked, knew that she'd supported him through all of it, but only now realised how little she was challenging him now, how much she reassured him, how genuine in her words were, and it meant a lot to hear it from her. “Jade...”

“No.” She shook her head. “Can I say something?”

He gave a slight wave of his hand, a shrug, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“You're going to figure it all out because that's what you've been doing for all this time. I hate that me being here has made some things difficult, and I take full responsibility for that...”

“Jade” he interrupted. “'s not yeh.”

“Not entirely” she shrugged. “But to some extent. But I can only help so much, I know you won't let me do the most important work, and you're right not to because you know best. And you know that. And that's what I admire. That's what makes you so powerful, and I'm happy to remind you of that, but I think you know how well-respected you are, Alexander. Why no one has crossed you.”

He bit his lip, his jaw locking. He was still tense with anger, and while he knew she was right, knew he was hardly being himself, it frustrated him most that even with that knowledge, he felt like he had to justify his actions. “I'm so fookin' sick of...”

“Of what?”

“Fookin' … explainin' me evreh move.”

She stepped closer to him, stole the cigarette from his lips and took a drag before handing it back to him. “Then don't” she said, brushing her fingers through his hair, a sense of relief rushing through her when she felt him tilt his head into her warm touch, his eyelids fluttering momentarily. “I know I can't make any decisions for you” she whispered, pressing her lips together as she closed the little space remaining between them, felt him tense up more when her chest pressed against his, his gaze flickering from her chest up to her face. “But you can’t do anything either, not right now.”

“Doll...”

“Let me distract you.”

She left no room to protest, and he didn't want to either, a look of immense satisfaction on his face when she sank to her knees, and no matter how many times he'd seen it, he would never get enough, ran his fingers possessively through her hair to keep her close as she undid his belt buckle, dragged her palm slowly over the bulge hardly contained by his underwear, taking him out of the restrictive fabric and giving him a few slow strokes, licking her lips in anticipation.

“You didn't give me permission.”

He swallowed hard, the skin of his throat straining, her words making his head spin, a demonstration of the control he knew he had, not just over her, over everything and he reached to crush his cigarette in the ashtray on the counter without breaking eye contact. “Open wide, pupa” he drawled. “Do yehr fookin' best teh distract meh.”

The moment the edge of her lips touched his tip, he loosened his grip on her hair, then when her lips wrapped around him, he let go of her completely, the only thing locking her in the intensity of his eyes, dark, expectant, wild, and it ignited a familiar fire in her stomach, one that had her desperate to please him, to impress him.

A long moan fell from his lips as she slowly let him sink into her mouth, massaging the base of his shaft as her tongue swirled around him, drew him in and held him there for a moment, the pulsing of his hard length had her already drooling with need. “Baby...” she whispered as she drew back, stroking him slowly, never breaking the connection between their eyes, could sense that he was aching to make her speed up, his fingers stretching. “Let me worship you” she coaxed, suckling on his tip, tightening her lips momentarily, then pulling back just enough to be coherent again when she spoke. “Please. Please relax for me.”

He breathed out shakily, his breath trailing off into a moan as she let him sink right back into her mouth, further until her throat felt tight around the tip of him and she hummed, gripped him tightly, then swallowed around him, purring with delight when he let out a strangled moan, gripped her hair purely to steady himself, moaning shakily. “F-Fook...” he groaned.

She was taking her time, wanted the frustration of her pace to occupy him more than that about the business, needed to take his mind of off everything he could not fix right now. “Alexander” she whispered as she released him again. “Trust me.”

He groaned, let go of her hair again, but the darkness in his eyes remained, the lust behind them fuelling her. “Fookin' prove yeh deserve it.”

Her eyes sparkled and she sensed her chance, in a different way than before and she refused to waste it, wrapped her lips tightly around him again before beginning to bob her head, letting him sink inside her mouth, then releasing him, stroking him and welcoming him right back into the heat of her mouth, thriving off his moans, gradually increasing her pace.

His fingers were itching to force her down on him but every time he got too tempted, she gave him exactly what he wanted, and the way she worked for him, eager to prove to him that she could gave him a sense of control he hadn't known he craved, that left him resisting the urge to control her, because he was already doing so without a word, without even touching her, she was devoted to him in a way that didn't need his dominance apart from the natural power he'd established over her, over everyone and how it made him wish that things were always as easy as they were with her, that people would know what he needed, that people respected him and did what he asked, obeyed without instruction but because of who he was.

She tried her hardest to focus, could hear that he was not letting to entirely, that it was hard for him to let go, that he was desperate to touch her and it made her work even harder and resist letting it overwhelm her how much he was allowing.

“Take meh deeper” he rasped, his voice dark, his tone demanding. “Dun't … d-dun't make meh fook yehr mouth...”

She hummed, allowed him to sink further into her throat again and swallowing around him, her eyes tearing and she swallowed again, jerking the base of his cock, her fingers tight around him and he bucked his hips forward into her touch, had her swallowing again before she lifted off his cock and smiled with satisfaction, his demand having sparked something he had not been prepared for, the look on his face priceless, scrunched up in pleasure, a lack of control.

He opened his mouth, threatening to bark another order but no sound left his lips but a moan, it was loud and guttural and impossible to suppress as she moved closer to him, knelt by his feet and worshipped him, covering his cock with her lips, her tongue, eager to please him in the quickest and easiest way she could and he was unable to resist, didn't see a reason to order her around because she did it all herself, had him weak and feeling more powerful all at once, and he knew she was aware of what he was giving her, knew she wouldn't abuse it, there was no need to threaten with dominance, no need to justify his behaviour in front of her as much as for himself.

“Alexander...” she coaxed. “Stop thinking...”

Her plea had him ultimately give in, the way she got lost in pleasuring him, he deserved it, and he reveled in the feeling, breathing heavily, had trouble keeping his eyes open but he wanted to see it all, see every second of her submission to him, got so caught up in it, watching his cock disappear between her plush lips, then reappear, glistening before she took it right back into the heat of her mouth, inviting, blissful, building his pleasure.

She could feel his body relaxing slowly until the tension lifted from him completely, his hips now moving naturally into the temptation of her mouth, her fingers wrapped tightly around him, her tongue dancing, swirling as she sucked him inside her mouth, slowly but surely making him lose his mind until he stopped her, gasped when she guided him into her throat again and held him there, had him stepping back and smiling with satisfaction, licking her lips and gracefully rising to her feet.

“You want to be inside me?” She whispered, her gaze never leaving his as she walked backwards towards his bed, thrilled by the way he followed.

“Dun't yeh fookin' play games wif meh.”

“I'm not, baby” she assured him, stepped closer to him at the end of the bed and pushing his jacket slowly down his arms, then beginning to work on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “I'll do whatever you want me to...”

As much as he loved the challenge, it was turning him on immensely to see her submit to him, to not have her question him because she knew he needed it, and it aroused him to no end that without his demands she put herself below him all by herself. He eagerly discarded his shirt and kicked of his suit trousers before lowering himself onto the bed.

“I'll make you feel good...” she promised, pulling her dress over her head and straddling him before he could even think of giving an order, had worked herself up and was as desperate to feel him inside her now as she was to please him, the need between her legs, throbbing and begging for attention growing more and more prominent.

“Fookin' … please, sit down on meh...” he muttered.

“Promise to relax for me?” She asked, licking her lips as she lifted her hips to position herself on him, taking a hold of his cock to line him up with her entrance, expecting his hands to come down instantly on her hips but he gripped on to the sheets instead, wanted to feel her do this all by herself, wanted her to make all the effort, to do what she could do please him.

“Alexander” she snapped him out of it.

“F-Fook...” he groaned. “Fookin' promise, fookin' get teh work...”

He was trying his hardest to hold on, but it was worth it the moment she sank down on him, the moment he felt her wet heat enveloping him and she squeezed around him, tight and snug and he groaned loudly, watched her with wild eyes as she missed no time before beginning to roll her hips into his, brushing her hair from her face as her face scrunched up with pleasure, her walls struggling to accommodate to him but she had no regard for her own adjustment now, worked her hips into his hard, fast, took him deep and he could feel himself filling all of her, throbbing deep inside her as she squeezed him.

“Yeh're so fookin' … fook, yeh feel so fookin' good, principessa, f-fookin' faster...”

She hummed, her eyes threatening to flutter shut with pleasure as she felt the delicious stretch of his cock, the continuous burn that had her aching for more and she steadied herself with her hands spread out flat on his chest, working her hips faster, allowing him to sink deeper inside of her and his moans drove her mad with lust, had her desire nothing more but for him to come undone, to allow her to make him feel good. “A-Alexander...”

“Make an effort, doll, fookin' … oh f-fook...” His voice trailed off into a moan as she slammed her hips down hard on him, her nails digging into his chest, her lip caught between her teeth, her smooth skin shiny with sweat, her breasts bouncing, the jewel sparkling, a focus blurred with a pleasure in her eyes that made it effortless for him to lean back and enjoy her working on him, it made him feel more powerful and at the same time like he had to do nothing at all for her to please him, she was his and his alone.

She was building her own orgasm as well as his own, maybe even faster because the way he eyed her lustfully, had shifted so much and yet not at all in his power turning her on beyond reason, but she held on, he came first and she had let him know that, humming needily when she could feel his hips slowly bucking upwards, shuddering as he sank deeper inside her.

The closer he got, the harder it was not to actively take her, but he knew as well as she did that it would be so much more intense, worth it if he let her work for it and got him there without him moving so much as a finger and he gasped when she suddenly slowed, his eyes widening. “Jade...”

“Shhh, baby, I know you're close” she whispered, could feel him tensing but she wanted to see how far she could take it, as much as she wanted to make him feel good, she wanted to make it count as more than a quick fuck, wanted to build him to make him come hard, and make him come good.

He breathed shakily, tried his hardest to maintain the self-control he'd had because of what he'd allowed and he watched her wide eyes. “Please...” he grunted, his chest rising and falling quickly and he could hardly breathe. “Fookin' need yeh, f-fookin' do tha' again, squeeze me fookin' cock wif yehr cunt...”

She licked her lips. “You want me to make you come, baby?”

He nodded eagerly, the warning in his eyes enough to slowly pick up her pace again and his gaze softened instantly, had him submit to her movements as he gasped for air shakily, could barely contain himself as she worked his cock inside her again, her pace building and building and with ease she had him right on the edge again.

“I want you to relax” she whispered. “Relax. Trust me.”

He exhaled sharply when despite the softness of her words she sped up, rolled her hips into him faster and harder and had him sinking deep inside her repeatedly, again and again and she was as close as him, her back arching but she forced her eyes on his and the look in them made his hips buck up as his orgasm ripped through his body, a loud groan escaping him as the waves of pleasure took over, washed over him further and further and consuming him whole, all the tension that he had built up when taking what was his going up in smoke as she did it all for him, gave him what he knew was his without needing to be told and forcing him into what he wouldn't have done for his own pleasure but needed so badly.

She held herself steady as she squeezed around him, riding out both their orgasms as she slowed the movement of her hips but didn't allow them to cease until they'd both come down, panting, shaking, attempting desperately to catch their breaths.

“J-Jade...” he muttered, his voice steadier than he'd anticipated, but she cut him off, leaned down and cupped his face into her hands, pressing her lips to his.

She felt him relax once again, felt his lips melt into hers as their bodies were pressed together, connected and stuck and she kissed him harder, felt no resistance or attempt of dominance from him, merely drew back when she could feel that he as well as her needed to take a breath, squealing when his arm looped around her and she felt his muscles tense only to pull her down into his arm, had her whimpering as he slipped out of her and forced her into bed next to him, struggling to pull up the covers underneath them.

She hummed appreciatively, her fingertips trailing slowly up his chest. “Mmmm, well, that was good, wasn't it?”

Her scent had locked him in, had him desperate and yet, he'd never held her closer, possessive, she was not going to let this one go, ever. He burned for her, and there was no putting out the blaze. “Well, dun't yeh fookin' get used teh it.”

She giggled, pressed a kiss to his chest as he stroked her hair back and she pressed herself closer to him. “Anything you want” she hummed, closing her eyes.

“I alwehs get wha' I fookin' want.”