#minx ​stop making me root for this man so much

[aflawedfashion]

I hope Doug gets a win in the finale because this season really decided to destroy everything he loves and he needs a come back

[yeoldontknow]

DYS Chan + pirate AU (either literally or any creative interpretation of said AU)

askdjaklsj this was so fun. i was thinking of how dys would translate to a pirate au and still be dys. the things that make the universe what it is (because...hes just normal chan who is super in love like not much difference between any other lmaoo) were the name countess and the text messages. so!! heres my foray.

send me a chanyeol + a prompt!

Verse: DYS + Pirate Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female), featuring Kyungsoo (hi @kyungseokie) Rating: M Warnings: sexual themes; implied sex; sexual references Word Count: 1.3K

Dawn breaks ruthlessly over the cliffs edge, illuminating the Port just below against the wharf. Chanyeol grits his teeth as he looks out over the horizon, the sea breeze doing its best to infiltrate the cotton of his chemise, and he shivers, the morning already too red and too cold to bode of calm seas. 

Last night, his bed was empty, a choice he made with diligence and pride. He does not regret it, but still, he languishes, missing the feel of your skin, your breath, your hair as it spills into his mouth, lips parted from sleep. The last time he departed on a morning as volatile as this, you held him against your breast, kissed the crown of his head and let him luxuriate in the pleasure found between your thighs. Did you know how you had calmed him then? Had that always been your plan?

In the end, he supposes it was not. Your hunger and greed for his limbs against yours, his spirit inside yours, would always combat the sun. Its depth and its reach was limitless, and that it should challenge his reckless and growing need for your praises, your love words pressed adamantly into the center of his sternum, was a blessing.That it should even match his was a comfort in itself, and to wake without it now, to greet a day so unforgiving without your heart to break the pain that seems to build and build within his chest.

Rooting his heels into the earth, he lets the dew stained grass fold carelessly over his leather boots. The woolen coat does little to keep the frost out of his spirit, this kind of missing and this kind of longing amidst a sunrise that appears ready and willing to eat him whole little other than a warning. He’s been hasty, doing his best to chart journeys that bring him back to you with more speed than he would normally allow, but it is different now. Your fiance is a dark shadow that casts anguish over the lust and longing you share. 

Lord Ethan is politics, a strategy that merges nations rather than hearts, but if he’s swift, if Chanyeol is clever, and cunning, and calculated, he could take you away. Each time you are together, you affirm this wish, and he looks at you, glassy eyed and hopeful, waiting for you to take it back. You never do, kissing his cheeks and his lips - you mouth wet with promises - and he trusts you. Hold your face in his hands, he gave you his heart, poured it down your throat to live beside yours, and you, a reckoning held together simply by the stubbornness of your sinew, tore your way through him, demanding his blood make room for you.

If Chanyeol is swift, he will never have to return to port, lost at sea with you until the waves bring you both down together.

In the distance, creeping quietly up behind his back, footsteps make their approach. Blinking once, twice, in his consideration of the long and empty horizon, Chanyeol listens to the cadence of their weight and gait as he gathers the strength to speak. Each press of foot against soil carries a sense of purpose, curt in their speed, and even in their stride. Without looking, he can tell it’s Kyungsoo, and he grimaces, the hour of the morning already slipping away from him in this perpetual state of pining. 

Coming to stand at his side, Kyungsoo folds his hands behind his back and joins his captain in surveying the sea. ‘The crew are preparing to depart,’ he announces seriously. ‘Should be within the hour.’

Chanyeol nods his head, pushing his hands deeper into the darkness of his pockets. ‘The sea is starving today. We will have to be fastidious in our departure.’ 

He does not need to say it, certain that his second in command can already tell as much from the way the wind bites at their cheeks, and the way the waves roll against the shore, merciless. But he says it anyway, wondering if Kyungsoo will stop him, will force him to delay their departure another day, aware that his captain is just as reckless as the dawn. 

‘I have a letter for you,’ he says instead, a smirk tugging at the full heart of his lips. 

Chanyeol feels his brow knit together, heartbeat seemed to have been paused just by the prospect of correspondence. Like always, his very soul prepares to genuflect, simply at the prospect of you.

‘It’s from the Countess of Fulhorn.’ 

Kyungsoo says your name so casually, as though the title itself is meaningless. Chanyeol turns to face him, eyes wide and lips already parted on a sigh that does not truly reach the air. Relief quakes through him, a waterfall of ardor cascading down his spine as the rest of him trembles in wanting, longing, missing. All at once, his fingers ache to touch the places you have been, to hold the parchment that you have held, to kiss at your name, where you lips surely have grazed, a kiss that echoes through time.

He does not bother to hide his reaction, acutely aware that nothing could ever be hidden from Kyungsoo, his watchful eyes astute in their observation of the world. For years, he has known of Chanyeol’s affair, and not once, not even alone, has he made mention of his opinion.

‘It had been waiting for you at port,’ he continues, egging Chanyeol on with a boyish grin. Casting him a sidelong glance, he chuckles. ‘It seems she has eyes all over the globe.’

‘Of course she does.’ Chanyeol cannot help himself, giggling in spite of his relentless self control. ‘The minx.’ 

Kyungsoo pulls the neatly rolled parchment from his pocket, handing it to him discreetly before frowning. ‘I’ll leave you,’ he begins, his features warping slowly to cast his captain a serious expression. ‘But sir.’

Unable to tear his eyes from the scarlet ribbon that binds the parchment, Chanyeol simply hums in acknowledgement. He fondles it slowly, turns it in his hands, wanting his fingers to walk all over yours, imprinting together once more.

‘Please don’t do anything reckless to get back to her.’ Kyungsoo keeps his voice low, thick with meaning. Chanyeol finally looks at him, throat running dry at the darkness he finds in Kyungsoo’s eyes. It’s the first time he has ever explicitly addressed you, your relationship, or even Chanyeol’s childish behavior in the effort of ensuring you are both united. It is the first time, and Chanyeol is almost certain it will be the last. ‘I think she’d much prefer you whole.’ 

At this, he turns on his heels and leaves, marching back to the port dorm where the rest of his crew waits.

Without hesitation, Chanyeol turns back to the sea and pulls at the ribbon, unfurling your letter with eagerness best suited for a child. And at the sight of your delicate penmanship, he sighs, feeling the Earth brought to a state of calm by your hand alone.

“My Heartbeat,

This morning I woke, and could feel you inside me, your echo quite possibly the very thing that woke me. Beyond our window, it is raining, and I am full of ghosts, aching for you, your return, your hands atop my heart. What have you made of me? They say it is a sin to crave a man this much, and so you should paint your sails black for all the pillage you have laid amidst my heart. Today, I am so hungry I could eat the Sun, and you are not here for my feasting.”

Chanyeol stops reading, chest tight and tears threatening to spill.

Yes, Kyungsoo was right. He will wait another day, unwilling to greet your rage should he befall illfate. 

Besides, you have written three pages to keep him entertained, and he would rather write you five, to win, and to keep you sated as you wait for his return. 

[byeoltoyuki]

Addicted ⇾ JHS

↳Pairing : You x Hoseok

Genre : Fluff (yeah, I can’t help it)/ Smut / gang!au (kinda)

Words: +5k

Warnings: oral (female), fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex 

Summary : In which Hoseok was supposed to be your enemy and yet you couldn’t resist those beautiful lips.

A/N : Ugh this is so highly unedited and I’m so not convinced. But at the same time, I know myself, I will never be fully satisfied . Hopefully you’ll still like it🥺

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Nemesis

[8:25pm]

Are you free tonight?

You

[8:25pm]

No.

You

[8:25pm]

Busy.

Nemesis

[8:26pm]

Mission?

You

[8:26pm]

Mind your damn business

Nemesis

[8:27pm]

So it is. Why so mad?

Nemesis

[8:27pm]

Did you piss off Namjoon and he asked you to do something you don't like ?

You stared at your phone for a while, rereading Hoseok's last message. Of course he knew what was up. He always did. You hated how Hoseok saw through you. You were supposed to be unpredictable, cold and fearless, you had this perfect image build up in your organization. And then he came over and turned your life upside down in all possible way. Before him, your life, your goals and aspiration were in order. But that was before.

You sighed.

Nemesis

[8:30pm]

How sad. I missed you.

Nemesis

[8:32pm]

I miss your pretty lips around my cock.

Nemesis

[8:33pm]

And how nicely you would beg for me to touch you.

For fuck's sake. Your breath hitched in your throat as you read his messages. Hoseok was shamelessly riling you up. He knew you were busy and yet he wanted to mess with you.

It worked.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to succumb to your needs.

Nemesis

[8:37pm]

Did you miss me, love?

Nemesis

[8:37pm]

Did you miss my tongue?

Nemesis

[8:38pm]

My fingers?

Nemesis

[8:38pm]

My cock?

You whined in frustration before typing your message.

You

[8:40pm]

God. I hate you.

Nemesis

[8:41pm]

Hmm... I recall you screaming something else last time.

You

[8:41m]

You're terrible

Nemesis

[8:42pm]

I know.

Your relationship with Hoseok wasn't always like that. Six months ago you would have punched him right in the face if he had dared to talk to you like that. Six months ago, you considered Hoseok as your enemy, a pain in the ass that sadly worked for Namjoon. Just like you.

Hoseok represented everything you hated in a man; he was full of himself, rude, arrogant but so terribly attractive and good at his job. But what irritated you the most was how well he understood you, in a way nobody else did. He was rude to you but just because you were a bitch to him too. But truth to be told (and god knows how long it took you to realize) you were simply covering your attraction with hatred. There was no way you could admit out loud that this obnoxious man was actually your type.

There was only one thing that you didn't expect from Hoseok. You took him, despite his rudeness, for someone who didn't care or who was patient with people. Oh how wrong you were.

The day Hoseok snapped marked the day he changed your life without a way to turn back.

***

"You and your pretty smart mouth will get you in trouble." Hoseok said as he pushed you into an empty room and slammed you hard against the nearest wall. It hurt and you would have winced at his display of strength if it wasn't for his eyes. They were fuming. Hoseok was angry, really angry and it wasn't a sight you expected to witness one day. And yet, by the way he had his hand wrapped around your frail neck, how his body was close to yours, your realized that he wasn't only angry. No. Hoseok wanted you.

Holy shit.

You were in trouble. Big trouble. All alarms in your head rang in distress, your brain reminding you that you were supposed to hate this man guts. But your body was a treacherous bastard and before you could even realize what you were doing, you pressed yourself hard against his body. It took him off guard and for a second his grip around your neck got lighter. Not like you minded anymore.

"Oh you little minx"

You were out of your mind. Completely.

Hoseok stared for a moment, waiting for your next move or maybe trying to guess by himself what was running through your pretty head. He let go of your neck and instead his fingers wandered over your face, stroking your cheek gently. All traces of anger had completely vanished from his face.

"So this is how you play?" His fingers slowly moved till he placed a finger against your lips, parting them with his thumb and you eagerly sucked on it. "All this time you were a little bitch to me only because you wanted me to fuck you?"

This was wrong for so many reasons. You weren't supposed to tell him the truth, you swore you wouldn't. But now that you were pressed against him, now that he was staring so intensely at you, you just couldn't think about anything else. You couldn't stop yourself from feeling aroused. Hoseok was right. You wanted him in hope to get him out of your mind.

"But you know, Y/N. All you ever had to do was to ask."

You groan in reply and threw yourself on him, your hands circling his neck and the next thing you knew you were kissing him, hungrily, needy, as if your life depended on this kiss.

***

It was supposed to be a one time thing. A quick (hot and delicious) fuck and then you would go back to your normal life. Go back hating each other.

It didn't quite work like that.

Hoseok was an addiction. No matter how much you tried to get out of his grip, no matter how much you would argue and even throw things at each other, you would always come back and ask for more. You thought your job made you feel alive. But Hoseok? That was a whole new story.

Tonight, however, even if you were dying to see him after two whole weeks away from each other, you couldn't. Tonight, you were on duty and you couldn't screw up. The mission on itself was not rewarding and you hated Namjoon for using you for your looks instead of your skills. But maybe you wouldn't have been stuck in this situation if you hadn't disobeyed him in the first place.

You : later?

But Hoseok preferred not answering your message and maybe it was for the best because you could finally concentrate on your mission. Except your body was longing for something else.

****

The gala took place at a luxurious hotel. Not like you were surprised. Politicians, CEOs, models, so many had gathered at this place. You didn't feel at ease surrounded by all those rich people. They were all full of themselves, money was the only thing that mattered to them along with your status in the society. You, however, had no problem with mixing with them as you came to the event with Jaehyun, the heir of a famous IT company (according to Namjoon). You had never heard of them before Namjoon introduced you to Jaehyun. You should have known it was a trap. In your misery, you were lucky to find out that Jaehyun wasn't like most of those rich kids. He was kind and funny but his love for woman would be the reason behind his fall.

As soon as you entered the main hall you spotted Jaehyun talking vividly with a group of people. Your eyes, automatically, scanned the place, looking for exits and for possible threats. Nothing was out of ordinary.

"Y/N!" Jaehyun called your name a little too loudly for your liking, attracting a very unwanted attention on you.

A bunch of people around you stared, whispering. Not like you cared.

Jaehyun joined you, forgetting all about his friends. He circled one arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he kissed your cheek. "You look astonishing tonight babe."

You mentally cringed at the nickname. You hated with all your being called baby; it disgusted you and gave you the urge to punch someone. Sadly for you, you had to bite back your tongue and put a perfect fake smile. You leaned into his touch and pretended to be flattered.

"My dad is at the party too. Would you like to meet him?"

No. But you couldn't possibly tell him that, instead, you nodded and waited for his next move.

"Wait for me him?"

Jaehyun, and for once you blessed him, left you alone for a moment. You could finally breath and regain your composure. Not for long. While you were lost in your thoughts (you should have known that letting your guard down when you were surrounded by enemies was a very bad idea) you didn't notice that someone had approached you until you felt a warm hand in the middle of your back that you could feel through your thin red dress. You tended, ready to make a scene.

"I have to agree with him. You look breathtaking, love."

Your heart missed a beat at the sound of Hoseok's low voice. Your body relaxed instantly, warming up at his touch. The urge to just lean back and rest in his arms was hard to ignore and your brain  wasn't a big help either since it decided to bring back the memory of his messages.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed angrily at him. Hoseok didn't make it easy easy for you looking like a hot mess with his hair parted in the middle, wearing a black suit, his jacket unbuttoned. He's testing my patience.

"Oh you know." He shrugged, a smug smile plastered on his face. "Heard about the party and decided to join."

"In other words, you want to mess with me." You concluded

"Now why would I do that?"

"Oh don't play coy with me, Hoseok." You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at him.

Hoseok leaned closer, his face too close for your liking (you actually liked the idea of having him so close if not for your mission), he smirked. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Hoseok." You warned him.

"What? I haven't seen your pretty face for two weeks."

You rolled your eyes at his attempt. "You could have texted me."

"Oh. Are you upset, love?"

Hoseok took a step closer to you and you wished you could take a step back, but your stubbornness and your feet stayed rooted to the floor as you let him invade all your personal space. He leaned even closer, his warm breath tickled your ear. "Want to know why I'm here, love?" You shivered and tightened your grip on your glass. Your knees were getting weak. "Because I hate thinking that another man could have what's mine."

Shit.

A low whimper escaped your lips without you being able to stop it. Hoseok took a step back, looking proud and satisfied with the effect he had on you. His words hit you hard (not like you believed in them) but his sudden possessiveness took you off guard.

"Now you can either follow me or stay with this rich kid."

"What do you think you're doing? I can't follow you!"

"Your loss then."

He left you alone and upset and horny.

I hate you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm your frenetic heart.

It's going to be a long night.  

****

You hoped, no, you prayed that Hoseok would leave the party or at least make himself invisible after ruining your mood with his perfect face and tempting body.

He didn't.

Hoseok showed you a side of him you didn't know; he was a ray of sunshine who had no problem mingling with people, socializing, making them love him. If only those people knew that behind this beautiful smile hid a monster. Your monster.

You tried as hard as you could to concentrate on Jaehyun and the people he introduced you to but your mind was somewhere else and your eyes kept going back to Hoseok. And of course he had noticed. He was reveling in your silent misery.

You bit at your lower lip, fuming from inside at his audacity. You thought the night couldn't get worse. Hoseok proved you wrong once again. He chatted happily with another woman, standing all too close to her to your liking. You recognized right away the look on his face, it was one you had seen too often whether it was directed to you or another woman he wanted.

Jealousy wasn't something you experienced very often. Probably because you never cared enough and yet seeing Hoseok so close to another woman made your blood boil and you heart clench.

Screw you.

You excused yourself from the group you were talking to and walked confidently toward Hoseok. Or at least you made him believe that. He quirked a brow at you, obviously taken aback with your sudden change of heart. But you didn't stop by him. You didn't make a scene. You didn't yank this woman from what was yours. No, you just walked by without even sparing them a glance. You could, however, feel Hoseok's burning gaze on your back.

You patted your back mentally, proud of your little revenge.

Not for long.

You barely made it to an empty hall, someone (and you guessed easily who it was) grabbed your wrist into a tight, almost painful grip. You let him do it, a smirk playing on your lips as he trapped your between his body the wall.

"That wasn't very nice of you, love." Hoseok said. His eyes were twinkling and he was smiling widely at you. Without a doubt, you amused him.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, so warm, so tempting. You wanted to reach for him, to touch him, but Hoseok was faster and pinned your wrist above your head. You squirmed in his grip, trying to fight him back but he overpowered with one final attack: he put a knee between your thighs, completely paralyzing you.

Hoseok hovered over you, his face closed, his warm breath ghosting over your lips but never giving in. "You're such a bad girl."

"Hoseok." You complained, impatient and needy, you wanted more. "Take me home."

"Hm? Why?" He hummed, his head pressed against yours. "Why would we need to wait when I have this?" He took a step back, causing you to whine at the loss, but then you saw what he put out of his pocket. A freaking room card.

Maybe if you weren't so infatuated with him, you would have wondered how in the world did he manage to get a key for a room in this expensive hotel. Maybe you would have realized that it was his plan all along. But you were lost in him and your brain betrayed you just the same way your heart and body did.

Too eager, you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, squeezing it gently, before smiling wickedly at him. "Lead the way."

Hoseok only laughed at your eagerness, nevertheless just as enthusiastically he lead the way.

**

You didn't get the chance to look at the room nor did you care for it. As soon as you made it to the room, Hoseok had you crushed against the door, his lips ravishing yours, nipping, biting, sucking, everything to make you completely lose yourself. And you were. You were completely lost in your own desire, drowning in his touch. Your heart was pounding frenetically against your ribs, your blood roared in your ears as you forgot all about the world and who you were. You had your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it while the kissing got more intense, setting your body completely on fire. You needed so much more. Kissing was nice. You loved kissing Hoseok more than you wanted to admit to yourself but those same lips, you wanted them somewhere else.

"I'm upset with you, doll." Hoseok muttered against your skin, lips traveling from your lips to your jaw, sucking on your skin, marking you (despite you always complaining about it), making you moan and throw your head back into the door. You tug his hair, bringing him closer to you; you felt his smile on your skin before came a light sting. He bit on your collarbone and you arched your back even further.

"Do you know why, sweet thing?" He abruptly stopped and yanked your hair harshly, forcing you to let go of him and to look him in the eye. His eyes were burning, feral, sending shivers down your spine and right to your throbbing core. You were more than excited for what he had prepared for you.

"Red suits you too much." His grip on your hair got tighter and you hissed but didn't stop him. "And this dress?" He hiked it up very slowly, digging his nails into your skin and you hooked a leg around his waist in response, giving him better access to your body.

"You like it?" You stuttered, breathless.

Hoseok only groaned in appreciation, his lips working hard on your skin, making sure not to leave a single spot untouched.

The dress you wore was thin and despite arriving just above your knees there was a split on the right side. It had a low neckline which gave him the perfect view on your bra-less breasts. He planted a soft kiss on your lips, letting go of your hair and instead his hand slid to your neck touching the freshly made mark.

"Absolutely sinful." Hoseok took a step back, his warmth leaving you instantly and you whimpered at the loss which made him smirk. You tried to stop him by reaching his hand but he was faster and dodged your hand.

"Hoseok!" You complained, throwing a tantrum like a child, not caring for a second about your reputation. You were desperate and you were ready to play dirty. Fortunately for you, Hoseok, despite all his smirking and teasing, was dying to have you. When you tried a second time to reach for him, he gave in. His hands grabbed your butt tightly and just like that you jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands pushing his hair back as you crushed your lips to his. Hoseok deepened the kiss without hesitation, sliding his tongue against yours, groaning as he tasted you, squeezing your butt even harder, digging his nails into your skin.

He carried you through the room before throwing you on the bed. He stood at the edge, staring hungrily, his eyes dark and the aura around him screamed danger. You sat on your knees, watching him, waiting for his next move. But he didn't. Fine. You looked at him, smiling seductively as your hands reached for your neck, you saw his face twitching at your gesture, you had all his attention. You let your fingers sliding slowly down your neck till your breasts, his eyes following your every move hungrily before you grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head. Hoseok licked his lips at the sight of your naked body.

"Shit. You're a tease." He put a knee on the bed and wanted to touch but you decided to pay him back and have your own little revenge resulting in you slapping his hand away. It took him by surprise, a scowl visible on his beautiful face.  

"Oh i don't think you deserve to touch me, babe." You purred. You weren't done playing with him (knowing all too well that you were about to awaken the beast). You crawled backwards in bed, putting some more space between you but you never broke eye-contact. Once settled comfortably, you resumed the exploration of your body, your hands traveling from your breast till your navel and then, you slid your panties off, disregarding them completely on the floor. "Like the view?"

Hoseok's eyes darted from your face to your now exposed core. His eyes got even darker, if possible, and you shivered in excitement when he growled and started undressing himself, fast and messily, almost ripping his shirt in the process. He was eager and wanted to join you.

"You're lucky I missed you." He said and you had to fight back your own urges just to tease him more but how could you when he looked so terribly attractive naked? Simple. You couldn't.

He climbed on the bed, crawling until he had you pinned under him. You expected from Hoseok to go hard on you, pull your hair, mark you, crush you under him until you begged for him to stop because you deserved it after the teasing. But tonight Hoseok felt different and you realized it only when his hand reached for your cheek, he stroked it gently, brushing your skin with his thumb. It felt so intimate, so intense, so gentle, you weren't used to this.

"Hoseok?" You were sincerely confused with his change of behavior. "What's wrong?"

"You're beautiful."

You blinked madly at him, your brain trying hard to comprehend his words. What are you doing to me was what you wanted to tell him, your heart racing in your chest and your own feelings were messing with you. You weren't supposed to let them out but when Hoseok looked at you like that, like you were the most important person in the world, you couldn't stop. You grabbed Hoseok by his silver chain, pulling at it to bring him closer to your face, halting for a second. It took you just a glance at him, before finally you brushed your lips against his, softly, slowly, running your tongue over his upper lip before going for more.

Hoseok deepened the kiss and pressed his body against yours, his warm chest rocking against your breasts. The battle for dominance was fierce, none of you ready to surrender. Until Hoseok broke the kiss abruptly. Not because he didn't want to kiss you, hell if he could, he would keep kissing you forever. His lips, however, moved south, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your breast - biting just under your left breast and eliciting a loud moan from you, to your navel. He stopped just to straighten up and admire your body, your swollen lips, your flushed face, your messy hair spread on the bed.

"Am I not the luckiest man in the world?" He whispered while his hands slid on your thighs, stroking your inner thighs that sent shivers right to your throbbing core that begged for attention from him.

"Hoseok. Please, touch me." You begged

Hoseok chuckled at your pleading but complied anyway. He spread your legs, settling in between. He planted a soft kiss on your knee, trailing his lips over your thigh, nibbling at the skin, biting your inner thigh but never reaching for where you needed him the most. You desperately nudged him with your leg, whining but all he did was to grab for your legs and spread them wider. "That wasn't nice, babe." But he didn't seem to mind, considering how he went back exploring your body.

"For fuck's sake, Hobi!"

"Ah. Finally." You wanted to roll your eyes at his stupidity, who would have guessed that all he was waiting was for you to call him by his nickname, but before you could do it, he kissed your clit and you had no other choice but cry out and arch your back, combusting right on the spot just with one touch. He threw your legs over his shoulders to have a better access to your heat.

His fingers slipped in with ease, you were already drenched with just his teasing, his kisses. You were desperate to the point of wishing he could just skip the foreplay and ravish you. But your words got completely stuck in your throat and instead he elicited another loud moan from you as he brushed just the right spot inside you. But Hoseok didn't stop there, he wanted to see you come completely undone under him.

"Fuck." You mewled and grabbed a fist of his hair tightly, bringing him even closer and begging silently for more. He alternated fingers and tongue, flicking his tongue, biting, sucking, teasing you mercilessly. "It feels so good, Hobi."

"Yeah?" He breathed against your core and curled his fingers, your hips jerked, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you. Your walls clenched in response while your eyes rolled back, taking all the pleasure he was willing to give you.

"Look at me." He ordered, his dominant side suddenly decided to show up (old habits die hard after all).

"Hoseok. I-" You whined and grabbed the sheets, fisting them hard. How could you possibly keep your eyes open when he was assaulting your core? When the pleasure was getting so intense? You wanted to snap, you were so close.

But you should have known better.

He withdrew his fingers and hovered over you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You did but frowned at him. You were upset, he had robbed you of your orgasm and just for what?

"Why do you never listen huh?" He growled and while you were too focused on your lost pleasure, he gave a harsh slap right on your cunt, making you whimper helplessly and close your eyes. "What did I say?" And came another slap.

You felt your tears pricking at the corner of your eyes but you followed his order, you forced your eyes to stay glued to his. Hoseok smirked, satisfied and let go of your face, only to have his fingers back on your center, drawing circles on your clit. At first, it was slow and gentle but enough to make it hard for you to look at him. You fought back your own desire.

"Please." Your hips jerked forward and you squirmed under his touch and dark eyes. "Please, please."

"Please what?" He played coy, pretending not to know what you wanted.

"Take me. Ruin me. I don't care, just please."

"Hmm, but should I give it to you? I wanted to go soft on you because I missed you but you've been such a bad girl." But despite his words, he positioned himself and brushed his cock against your cunt, teasing you.

"Fuck, please. I'll behave!" You almost screamed the words, desperate to have him fill you to the brim.

"Will you now?" Nevertheless, he slid slowly inside you, not fully (and it took him all his willpower not to just slam inside you), waiting for your reaction.

"Shit." You inhaled sharply.

Hoseok slammed into you with one swift move, filling you, stretching you in the most delicious way. You threw your head back into the cushion, your grip on the sheets tightening as you got lost in the feeling of having him finally inside of you. You felt finally whole.

"God, babe. You feel so good." He groaned and halted for a moment. No matter how much he wanted to move, he let you a moment to recover, to adjust.

"Move."

Hoseok huffed at your order, taking his chance to slap your thigh and to remind you who was in control before moving again, setting a harsh, fast pace, pounding fiercely into you. Each one of his thrusts was sharper, stronger, hitting all the right spots that had your toes curled and your moan got only louder. You couldn't suppress your whimpers and your begging, asking for him to go harder.

"Shit, Hoseok, don't stop."

"Yeah? Don't get mad at me tomorrow when you won't be able to walk."

"Shut up."

Hoseok's fingers dug into your skin in response, hard enough for bruise to form later. You didn't care. Not anymore. Not when his cock was buried so deep inside you, not when he made you see stars, not when this beautiful man was showering you with attention. Overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure wrecking your body and with your feelings, you grabbed Hoseok by his chain and brought him closer to you, seeking for his lips. The kiss was sloppy with a lot of teeth clashing, bruising.

"Touch yourself, love." He muttered against your lips.

You didn't need to be told twice seeing how close you were to reach your release, one that you believed Hoseok wouldn't ruin. You slid your hand between your body, letting at the same time your fingers ran through his chest before finally reaching for your clit. Hoseok's thrusts got even harder and before you could even think about anything, you screamed his name, coming absolutely undone, your vision fading to black for a second as your whole body tensed.

"Shit, babe." Hoseok choked but didn't stop moving, he kept pounding into your sensitive whole, seeking for his own release. "You feel so so good." He pressed his body against yours, kissing your neck, leaving wet trails behind him until his lips met yours, his groans died in your mouth.

"Cum inside, Hoseok. Shit, please." Despite all your senses being overstimulated, you managed to blurt.

"God, you're gonna be death of me." With one last thrust, he came with a loud grunt, filling you with his release.

Hoseok collapsed on top of you, breathless, sweaty, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his heartbeat echoing with your own. You wrapped your arms tightly around his body, crushing him fully against you so he could rest his head right on your chest.

None of you talked, too busy recovering, too busy enjoying each other's warmth. You ran your fingers through his now wet hair, pulling gently at his locks while your free hand stroke his arm. Hoseok didn't move for awhile while you softly played with him, but then, when you thought he could have possibly fallen asleep right on top of you, you felt his lips against your skin. He moved to the side - a whimper escaped your mouth at the loss of his warmth and he chuckled in response. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing at first your knuckles and then your thumb and then another finger.

"I didn't lie when I said I missed you."

"Hm?" Lazily, you raised your head to have a better look.

"And about your mission." You winced at the reminder but Hoseok only smiled and kissed your hand one more time. "I spoke to Namjoon before coming here. I told him that he can't keep using my beautiful girlfriend for some dirty work."

You gawked, completely dumbfounded, at him. Hoseok had just confessed not only about his doings with Namjoon but also about you being his girlfriend (not like he had ever mentioned it before).

"Don't look at me like that." He laughed awkwardly

It was almost amusing to see the oh so confident and hot man such as Hoseok to blush under your intense gaze. But it was also terribly endearing, adorable. You couldn't stop yourself from jumping on him, straddling his legs, you pinned his hands before intertwining your hands together. You leaned over him when a huge grin spread on your face at his bewildered look.

"Just for your record," You breathed against his lips. "I missed you too."

[letscuttothefeeling]

season three episode one

Okay everyone, Siesta Key just ended and I must say – I’m overall VERY pleased with the premiere of Season 3. Even though I know everything that’s happening in this season because I created a reddit account specifically for access to a thread dedicated to all things SK, and because they posted everything that happens on the Siesta Key Instagram, I was still shocked by one thing: how much I enjoyed the episode. Let’s cut to the feeling.

Fade in. There he is – the mystery man I’ve been dying to meet – SCOTT. That’s right, Fabienne’s husband. You may know him as Juliette’s Father. Chic French queen Fabienne and confused husband Scott congratulate Juliette on her graduation from FSU and suggest she become an attorney. Juliette has plans of her own – retail. They look elated. After making a weird sex joke to her Dad, and having visible difficulty adjusting to her new veneers, Juliette has graduated, the scene is over, and I am feeling great about the season.

If you’ve ever watched SK, you know three things for sure. 1. Juliette is a hideous crier. 2. Canvas’ Mother has a complete lack of understanding when it comes to parenting. 3. Kelsey and Juliette do NOT get along. UNTIL NOW! It’s very exciting to see their first scene as not only friends – but also roomies! Even though Kelsey’s bizarrely shaped eyebrows, over plumped fake lips and orange spray tan make me feel like she must have NO real friends, because certainly, they wouldn’t let her butcher her appearance so thoroughly, she and Juliette seem to get along swimmingly by talking mad shit about Chloe. We love to see women supporting women by talking shit about other women.

Chloe, you minx! Chloe pulls up to Alex’s mansion in a Bentley toting about ten designer bags and a serious attitude. After she explains to his mother that she’s taken it upon herself to pickuppe some “luxury” clothing items for Alex in Sarasota, Florida, even though he’s quite literally in EUROPE, she also *subtly!* drops that he’s left behind his personal credit card for her own use. Weird brag, but more importantly: cha-ching! After talking shit about Juliette to a grown woman, they switch the conversation to Madisson’s new man. Queue Malibu by Miley Cyrus. Ma-jor props to whoever created the playlist for this epi.

After a stunning underwater montage from Florida to Cali, we see aspiring model/actress Maddison walking into a dinner date. Even though Chloe’s just gabbed to Alex’s mother that Braddison is no more, I still half expect BG to pop up and hold the door open for Madi. Just kidding, I don’t, because the producers of this show spilled quite literally every twist before it aired. Wait, speaking of producers – who is Madisson on a date with? Oh, it’s “ISH”, the FORTY-SIX-YEAR-OLD, BALD, AND OVERWEIGHT FORMER PRODUCER OF SIESTA KEY. Unlike Juliette’s father, Scott, I’ve met Madisson’s Dad before, so it’s not immediately apparent to me as to why she has serious Daddy issues. I’m hoping the root of this unfolds during the season. Ish, or “baby” as Madisson calls him, (again, he’s 46, so I’m not sure “baby” is the most fitting nickname, but to each her own) decides it will be totally normal to jet back to the key and surprise the children he used to exploit the cast with the announcement of his new relationship. I can’t wait.

Okay, we’re back at a dinner date – but a much more age-appropriate one between Juliette and her new man, former bachelorette contestant, Robby. I’m not a bachelor franchise fan and unfortunately for Robby, I’m NOT a Robby fan either. He’s not hot and he’s not cool. That’s literally it. Discussing this further would be a waste. Oh, it’s worth noting that new roomies Chloe and Madisson also meetuppe during this time to discuss Madisson and Ish. (Mish, if you will. Some prefer Dadisson.) Thank you, Chloe, for reacting to the news in a very relatable way by chugging alcohol and hiding in your clothing.

Um, who is this hottie emerging from a PJ? It’s the fabulous Cara, with a new nose! Normally I love to hate her - she has that je ne sais quoi – but right now, I just love her. Removing your nose job bandages on film is the kind of 2020 realness I need in my life. Enter G BABY! We’ve missed you and your utter lack of awareness, Garrett! But the love birds aren’t exactly happily reuniting – there’s def some tension in the air. Uh oh! Cara immediately becomes annoyed that Garrett both broke her heart AND kept his lips shut about her new nose. Poll – would you rather your boyfriend intentionally squeeze your fat as fuck thighs, or neglect to comment on your surgically enhanced face? The choice is yours.

While Juliette’s graduation party is great, if Alex doesn’t throw a start-of-the-summer rager, I’m suing MTV. More specifically, I’m suing YOU, Gary. Anyways, as Juliette and de ghurls are getting ready for the party, Juliette’s asked who she likes boning more – Boring Robby or shrek Alex. She hesitates for a moment but then says Robby. I take that pregnant pause as a confirmation of what I’ve known all along – Alex is great in bed and that’s the only reason Juliette was obsessed with him. (Edit – this has been confirmed on her Instagram story.)

Cut to: Cara, G baby, and Cara’s new androgynous and likely lesbian friend, Victoria, getting drinks. I don’t know what’s more confusing – the fact that Cara claims Victoria is her best friend or the fact that Garrett continues to piss Cara off by defending Kelsey while she incessantly brings her up.

Party time! But it wouldn’t be a party without Chloe intervening in something that has nothing to do with her in an attempt to destroy Juliette’s happiness. While wearing a Kentucky derby inspired hat/headband, nonetheless! Chloe and Amanda sit down with Boring Robby the second he arrives to grill him with some genual questions about his “intentions” with Juliette. And I can’t help but immediately think of that scene in Twilight when Police Chief Charlie Swan pulls out his shotgunné to intimidate his daughter’s 108-year-old vampire soul mate. Thank you, Catherine Hardwicke/ Stephanie Meyers, for this image.

At this point, I have to question Chloe’s sexuality because I can’t think of a single other reason as to why she would be so invested in Juliette’s relaysh with Robby. Is he a “phony”, simply using Juliette for fame? Maybe! But aren’t they all kind of doing that anyway? It’s like, they’re on a reality show for God’s sake. After Boring Robby says absolutely nothing of interest, (read: BORING Robby,) something actually exciting happens. Kelsey slithers over to publicly flirt with G baby in an attempt to piss off Cara, and it totally WORKS! Nice!

The second Cara sees Kelsey and G baby talking, her eyes fill with fire and she almost burns her new nose off. It’s funny that she portrays herself as such a sophisticated, cosmopolitan gal, yet she’s so blatantly insecure about trashy Kelsey and Garrett, the braindead body of meat, talking about absolutely nothing. Stop slumming it and start dating Zaddies like Madisson!

After Garrett tells Kelsey that Cara has banned him from talking to her, Kelsey marches up to Cara, grabs her by the hand, and you just KNOW the rumors are true – World War III is HAPPENING! Kelsey and Cara immediately establish that they’re not each other’s “kind of person”, and then Kelsey tells Cara that she can’t wait for Cara’s “life to explode.” Cara fires back with the ULTIMATE diss, claiming that Kelsey doesn’t even have her GED! We find out this is, in fact, not true via Instagram, thanks to Kelsey’s iconic photo of none other than GARRETT holding her on her graduation day. Okay, high school level educated kween! Go off!

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Here’s the thing: I dislike Cara and Kelsey, both for entirely different reasons, but IMO, Kelsey won this round. Cara came off as insecure, psychotic, and just plain mean! Cara, a word of advice? Stop gallivanting around tacky Florida and return home to America’s Kingdom – New Jersey.

 Pay close attention everyone - we’re almost done and you’re about to witness reality show television HISTORY. And it is a BAG. OF. WEIRD. After Boring Robby buys Juliette a trip to Greece, Madisson and her new Dad man walk in, and EVERYONE IS SHOOK. Seriously. The cast is genuinely shocked. Please note their faces when Madisson and Ish waltz into Juliette’s grad party hand in hand. Arguably the most thrown off person of all, of course, is BG. He hastily confronts his former producer, and refers to Ish’s relationship with his ex as a “bag of weird.” Honestly, Brandon, I have to agree with you. And so does literally everyone else in the world.

After Brandon huffs, puffs, and exits, everyone gets over the initial shock of Madisson’s upsettingly old “boy”friend and the episode winds down. But there’s one twist. We learn via Chloe’s texts that Alex is on his way back from Europe. Probably wearing all the luxe clothes Chloe shipped him from Siesta Key. Because who trusts European clothes, am I right? Anyways, something tells me that Boring Robby doesn’t stand a chance once Alex touches down on the Key. But we’ll have to wait until next week to find out.

Fin

[scuzmunkie]

Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 4

A/N: My cute, amazing, darling little pumpkins!!! I love you all and appreciate every single one of you!!!! You guys have no idea how excited I get when you guys comment, reblog or hit that heart!! I do the most embarrassing happy dance! Really, it’s quite cringe worthy! Without further ado, here is chapter 4! As always lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list and if there are any mistakes!! Enjoy!! Smooches! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 1000+ Warnings: Thematic elements, a slightly steamy scene, and as always language. Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ Baron let out a huff as he ran his hands over his smooth head. His wolf was screaming at him to go back to Addie, finish what he started, but Baron was far too stubborn to give in. When he made his way back to his dressing room, he wasn’t surprised in the least to find Corey lounging on the couch playing on his phone. “So, how did your talk with Addie go?” He asked, not looking up from his phone. “Interesting, to say the least.” “I noticed that she stomped the hell outta you- whoa!” Corey sat up straight, pupils dilated, “What’s that smell?!” “Huh?” Baron looked at Corey as he jumped up and started sniffing the air. He got close to Baron’s face and deeply inhaled, his eyes flashing gold. “Holy shit, is that from Addie?” Corey asked, eyes rolling in the back of his head as his top and bottom canines elongated. “The little minx’s scent is absolutely delectable.” His voice deepened as he ran his tongue over his teeth. Baron couldn’t stop the snarl that escaped him as he slammed his beta against the wall, his teeth and eyes morphed because of his anger. “Easy, alpha.” Corey said, his hands in the air. Baron snapped his head back to reality, releasing Corey’s jacket. He slowly backed away, rubbing his face in frustration. “Sorry man, I don’t know what the hell came over me.” Baron said as he sat on the couch. “Seriously? You don’t know what came over you?” Corey mocked him, earning himself a glare, “Maybe it’s because a certain makeup artist is bringing out the dominant alpha in you? The need to stalk her as your prey, to corner her shivering body and when she least expects it, when she feels as tho she’s escaped your grasp...” Baron maintained a stoic facade, but on the inside it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire as he listened to Corey, his mind flooding with carnal desires. “you POUNCE! Then feast on the mouth watering spoils of your conquest.” “You’re full of shit, man.” Baron scoffed. “Ok, whatever you say, but I’ve never seen you so worked up over some chick before.” Corey stated as Baron rolled his eyes. “Well, do what you want, but if I were you I’d keep an eye her. You know how Dolph gets around submissives.” Baron’s head snapped up at Corey’s reminder. He felt his blood boil at the thought of Dolph trying to seduce Addie. If only he knew that at that very moment, the Show Off had already set his sights on the timid young lady. —- As Dolph left Addie’s side, a figure was standing in the shadows waiting for Dolph to pass him. “Some things never change, do they?” Dolph looked to his left at the source of the voice. “Still leading on fragile and unsuspecting women, I see.” “What do you want, Cole?” Dolph growled out. “Oh nothing, just warning you that Corbin has already scented Adelina. Perhaps you should back off.” Michael wasn’t the type of man to get involved in the affairs of others outside of his commentary, but he liked Addie. He thought she was a sweet young lady with a pure heart and good head on her shoulders. She was a breath of fresh air. He didn’t want Dolph to get his grubby hands all over her and break her heart. “Oh really, now?” Dolph bit his bottom lip as his eyes landed on Addie once more. “So the big, bad alpha has a soft spot.” Michael could see the gears working in Dolph’s head. “Don’t.” Michael warned. “Don’t what?” “Don’t take what Baron has already staked claim to and don’t you dare hurt her, rogue!” Michael spat, his anger starting to build. Dolph didn’t belong to any pack. He was a drifter, a loner, someone who thought that they were above the laws of the pack. He was a hazard and a liability because he didn’t have the stability of a pack and an alpha to rein him in. He often had bouts of anger that had led to severe violence at times. He had to be brought to Raw from Smackdown because he tried to seduce Brie, but the one thing a wolf should never do is mess with the alpha’s luna! Baron and Daniel had approached Stephanie and Hunter about his erratic behavior and together they came to the solution of assigning Drew, Baron’s top enforcer, to keep him in check. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dolph said, feigning innocence. “The way I see it is I’m just consoling an upset young lady.” He laughed as he walked to his dressing room. Michael rubbed his temples trying to mentally prepare himself for the shit storm that was on the horizon. —- Baron hid behind a fallen tree, clad only in a pair of jeans, watching as Addie unsuspectingly jogged along another lit path leading through the woods where they currently were touring. Why is it that she always seemed to be there when he shifted?! By now, his hands, eyes and teeth were the only features on him to have morphed, however all of his senses were heightened. As Addie jogged passed Baron’s hiding place, her foot snagged on an uprooted tree root. Falling to the ground, she yelped in pain as she clutched her bloody knee. The smell instantly hitting Baron’s nose. His head snapped in her direction and before he could stop himself, Baron was running straight for her. Out of nowhere, Baron tackled Addie to the ground, laying her flat on her back, growling in her face. She screamed as she tried her hardest to push Baron off of her, her bloody hands smearing across his face. He licked his lips, her sweet blood dancing on his tongue. He immediately grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one of his clawed hands. His other hand slipped under her shirt, he couldn't stop himself from palming the soft warm flesh of her belly. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, his teeth skimming over the skin just below her ear. “Mmmm.... little rabbit, you smell delicious.” “Baron?!” She stopped fighting, “Wha-what are you doing?” she asked, panting hard. “We want you...” his voice slowly getting deeper, almost sounding like there were two voices “we need you.” He emphasized his words by dragging his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw. Addie moaned, turning her head, her skin exposed to Baron’s skilled mouth. He pulled his head back, his eyes somehow glowing brighter than they already were. Without warning, Baron let out a loud snarl and sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Addie’s neck, marking her as his. She let out a strangled, pleasured moan, her body arching into his. “Nnnggghh.... ALPHA!!” —- Baron shot up from his bed, panting and drenched in sweat. “Holy shit...” he muttered as he laid his head back down on his pillow. Sighing, he rubbed his face. It had felt so real, he could still taste her on his tongue. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked at his phone as he wiped the sweat from his face. It was only ‪3:42‬ in the morning. Seeing as sleep was out of the question, he turned to mind numbing gaming to calm the beast inside him who was currently demanding Baron go find her and make Addie his... in every sense of the word. Hours later, Baron sat in his hotel room, ps4 controller in hand, when there was a knock on his door. “What do you want, Cole?” Baron yelled, not bothering to get up. “I have some information you might be interested in.” Sighing, Baron paused his game, begrudgingly got off the bed and opened the door. There stood Michael, an old bag strapped across his chest and hanging on his hip. “What?” Baron groaned out. “Can I come in?” Growling, he opened the door and allowed Michael into his room. “May I?” He asked, gesturing to an empty chair in the young alpha’s hotel room. Baron silently nodded. Michael sat down, never letting go of the bag, but instead held it securely on his lap. “What do you want?!” Baron’s patience wearing thin. “I couldn’t help but notice that you scented Adelina.” Baron sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What’s your point, Cole?!” “Well there’re few things you need to know. First off, Dolph is looking to take what your wolf has claimed, even if you haven’t admitted it to yourself.” Baron’s head snapped up, he couldn’t explain why he felt absolute rage searing through his body. The thought of Dolph so much as looking at Addie had his blood boiling. It took all of his strength to keep his wolf at bay. “Because I’ve been with this company for a long time, I know that the only reason he set his sights on her is because you’ve subconsciously shown an interest in her. He sees it as a challenge if he, a rogue, could take her from you, an alpha. Once he’s had her he’ll throw her aside, a mere pawn in his sick game. I’ve come to think of Adelina like a daughter, know that if that does happen and he hurts her, I will get justice for her, whatever it takes.” Michael looked his alpha dead in the eye, something one should never do to their alpha unless they mean to challenge them. However, in this case, he simply wanted to make sure Baron knew how serious he was. If Dolph were to hurt Addie, Michael would do everything in his power to destroy him. Baron growled in Michael’s face, forcing him to drop his gaze. “Anything else I should know, Cole?” He seethed, an underlining threat laced in his voice. Michael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, with tears in his eyes, he once again looked at his alpha. “Adelina is sick.”

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[crewhonk]

being in a relationship with Steve Rogers would include

He loves Hamilton

He frequently can be found crying to “it’s quiet uptown”

And screaming “motherfucking democratic republicans” at the top of his lungs

Which you reply with a chiding “language, cap”

“oH My GoD”

Steve remembers everything about you

From your fighting patterns to the way you tie the tea bag string around the mug handle so it doesn’t get lost in the boiling honey-water

He has a picture of fetus you in your teenage goth phase taped to his mirror in the bathroom because no matter how hard life is at the moment, that was a thing that existed once

He always stops you from going back for seconds, not because he thinks you eat too much or don’t need the food, he just gets so annoyed when you complain about your stomach hurting for hours after

You guys always brush your teeth together

And when one of you is on a mission, FRIDAY has to remind you both to brush your teeth because its just something you guys do together

He hates showering with you

The temperature you shower makes him break out into a heat rash, and even though he hates being cold, he doesn’t hate it that much

But he will always join you ten minutes into your bath

He always makes your coffee for you before you wake up, or he buys it with extra milk because you’re afraid of burning your mouth

His favorite music is 70s rock, and when you helped him download the I, Tonya soundtrack he listened to it on repeat for weeks

He listened to it so often that you had to hide his phone for a day

He didn’t even notice because when he wasn’t listening to it, he was singing it

and if you were to be quite frank, Steve was borderline tone-deaf

Singing together in the car or during karaoke or just at a bar was almost your number one favorite thing to do with him

Your other favorite thing to do with him was explaining internet language

“I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping on Shawn Mendes.”

“What the fuck”

“Language”

“That was two years ago!!”

The first time he watches Rocky Horror Picture Show he is genuinely horrified and refuses to let you pick the next movie for three months

The next movie you pick is The Breakfast Club

And no matter how much you try to watch it with him

He always falls asleep

“What’s the point of it? Like there’s no music and it’s just a bunch of teenagers in detention it’s boring. Do they even have breakfast?”

“No”

“thAn wHaTs tHe PoInt?!”

And he doesn’t let you choose another movie again ever

However, he happens to be sitting next to you while you’re watching pitch perfect

And he steals a headphone and watches it on your laptop w u

And he fucking loves it. He loves Bella and he loves the magic dude that he can’t remember the name of

You guys fight a lot about what’s good for the team

I'm talking in front of the team screaming at each other, throwing things etc

And you guys won’t talk for a while (hours-days)

But when one walks in on the other person sitting on the edge of the bed crying their heart breaks

So they cuddle the other and it leads to slow soft passionate makeup sex that eventually turns into headboard-breaking sex

“JESUS C H R I S T IS THAT YOUR GUYS’ SOLUTION TO E V E R Y T H I N G”

But they’ll take that over the icy glares and hyper-aggressive sparring

And when Steve is pissed his training is the worst™️

You also introduce him to your favorite sport

And it takes a while for him to learn what everything means but once he’s into it he is into it

And he chooses the rival team of your team to root for

You make bets whenever they play against each other

You both end up getting what you want by the end of the night if you know what I mean haha amirite ladies

Except the loser has to wear the winner's jersey while you guys are diddling.

When u ride him with his team's jersey on he loses his mind

Him being afraid to have sex with you three months into the relationship despite your indestructibility and healing abilities

You think it because of how you look physically, and when you finally confront him about it, he looks like he’s about to cry

“I don’t want to break you”

“you couldn’t break me even if you tried, cap.”

the first time you two do it, its slow and clumsy and you don’t cum

But the longer you guys practice, the more confident he gets

So when he rips off your pantsuit after one of Tony’s parties and fucks you against the wall from behind the orgasm that tears through you makes you see stars

You get beard burn on your shoulder because of the amounts of hickeys and bite marks he left on your back

Since Steve hadn’t had much power before the serum, he wears the pants

You take them off, though

You often get notifications from FRIDAY telling you that Tony told her to tell you to stop fucking like catholic bunnies

He loves biting, and slapping and fucking you into the mattress

He's a wild guy in the bedroom

Out of the bedroom, you’re the little minx

Calling him captain when you ask for the syrup at breakfast

Raking your hand through his hair when you’re cuddling

Working out in baggy shorts and an expensive sports bra

Winking at him during sparring,

The light catching the sweat on your stomach and chest, begging for him to look

Whenever he does he gets his ass kicked because he’s so distracted he stops fighting

Singing and rapping to provocative songs in the car

He's shocked by the things you sing along to, and one time he almost came in his pants when you sang “dead girl walking” from the Heathers musical during Karaoke Night

He really likes to choose songs from the Spotify playlist “songs that make white people beyond hype”

He loves Don’t Stop Believing

You hate it so much because it reminds you of shitty high school dances

You disclose to him your fears about you peaking in high school because while you are studying for a degree, making friends in real life is fucking hard

And between saving the world and studying you have no time for clubs or anything of the sort

So you feel a little stagnant

He looks at you like you’ve grown three heads

“Doll, you do know you save the world on a regular basis?”

“I mean, yeah I guess.”

He slaps you on the arm lightly and then kisses your forehead

The first time he farted around you-you laughed so hard that you farted and you were sore the next few days from laughing so hard at the center situation

He gets the hiccups a lot

Your tall, hairy super soldier of a man has very squeaky hiccups

You’ll often wake up in the middle of the night to him squeaking beside you and you just roll over and throw a pillow over your head

You sneeze a lot though, so he carries around tissues in his pocket for you at all times

You’ll be fighting some sort of aliens/robot and you’ll sneeze and he’ll hand you a Kleenex as he knocks a baddie thirty feet away with his shield

“That shield is so dumb, you know.”

“My shield is a patriotic icon”

“Yeah, but it’s the size of a dinner plate.”

“Just blow your nose, Y/L/N.”

“Yes, Sir.” You salute jokingly

He glares at you and before you can run to go fight the Big Guy he kisses you hard

The minute he knows you’re the one is when you’re both at Tony and Peppers wedding and Bucky asks you to dance to the Time Warp (Steve is still traumatized by the movie) and you know how to swing dance almost perfectly

You could keep up with Bucky (who was quite the dancer) and you looked so happy he thought your smile could have been the sun

He had waited for the right partner, and finally, all that time paid off

and he had found you

“I love you.”

“I know.”

[thenextgeneration3]

The missing link (part three)

Since before Anyone could remember it was always Clary, Simon and Y/n. Y/n was adopted by the Clary’s mom when she was just 6 years old. However, living in Brooklyn her British accent never left. They did everything together. Shared everything but that started to change after Clarys 16th birthday.

Warnings: non i think

Sorry for any mistakes

Hope you enjoy

Time lapse

Sitting in the library

“If you are a Blackstorm then how don’t I know about you. They were one of the top shadowhunter families.” Jace said while flipping through a dusty book

“So basically if I get this right. My blood means I’m part some cult that kills demons. Oh god Simon have you got me into a larping team. I’ve already told you in not into it. Also, Clary how are you so calm about all this. I’m about to call the but house for these people.” I said looking at both Simon and Clary.

“This is true Y/n. This is just like D&D. How aren’t you loving this?” Simon said excitedly getting a tut of Clary and Alec.

“Well I have had more time process and I’ve seen things. Also, it explains a lot of things. Like Luke and my mom . The whispering and the reason we haven’t got any family other than us.” Clary said while moving closer to Jace.

“Well I’m sorry but this is a lot of stuff to take in also is there anything else I can do to help find your mum.” I said changing the subject

“Well we are trying to find something my mom was hiding she hid from Valentine before she died. But I can’t remember anything.” Clary said while looking from Alec to Jace

“What do you mean she hid something? And if she did hide something wouldn’t she leave a clue maybe with someone maybe Luke or you. Someone she knows it’ll be safe with.” I said thinking about it

“That actually smart. Clary did your mom never leave you anything told you to keep it safe?” Jace asked placing down the book

“Wait Clary didn’t she give you some family heirloom for your birthday that pen thingy.”

“Oh yeah. This?” Clary said handing it over to Jace. “Yeah mom said she’d explain it.” She said shrugging.

“Okay is there any way we can find out if mum leave anything for you or a map.” I asked sitting next to Clary

“No I look back and it’s like all things to do with this world was whipped.”

“Yeah I’m surprised you didn’t notice those white scars on her body.” We both turned to wards Simon.

“What do you mean white scars.”

Those little white scars that were in her arms and legs. When we were at the lake and we went swimming. In her swim suit she had all those scars on her body.” Me and Clary looking puzzled

“It confirms she’s a shadowhunter but maybe she’s locked it away in her mind we could take them to the silent city. They could help”

Time skip

“Wow so the silent city is in a cemetery great not at all creepy.” I said wrapping my arms around me

“Who are the silent brothers?” Simon asked as we approached a fence.

“They are sort of librarians they help shadowhunter” Issy said while linking arms with Simon

“So why are you all scared of them if they are librarians. All give over due book?” Simon joked earning a scoff from Alec

“Right we stop here. Alec you patrol the perimeter. Issy you watch the mundi. Clary, Y/n and I will go in.” Jace have orders as we all we ready

We descended into the city of bones. Literally as everywhere was covered. There were words everywhere but in the shadow of the Witchlight it was hardly visible.

“What does that say?” Clary asked pointing at the scripture under the angel statue. Jace chuckled

“Shadowhunters looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234”

“Really?” Clary looked confused looking over the words NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI.

“No it means the decent to hell is easy” I said walking past Jace not bothering to look back

“You speak Latin?” Jace asked surprised

“Yes and other languages. I have since I can remember.”

‘The Blackstorms are known to have spoken in various tongues.’ A voice inside my head said

“Okay. Am I going nuts or did someone just talk” I said while carrying onto a large room where symbol aligned the floor and a sword hovered from the ceiling

‘Welcome to the city of bones. We are the silent brothers we will help you recover what is lost. Clarissa Fairchild please step forward’ Clary walked towards the middle of the room. The sword came down and touched her and she cried out and hit the floor “Clary” I screamed Jace holding me back. She begins to write something in the dust.

“Magnus bane”

Time skip

In the institute they all were in the kitchen eating. I wasn’t hungry deciding to look around the place. The institute was massive. Every room designated to a different project. That when I ground the one room I was looking for the training room.

“Do you train?” I jumped not expecting someone to be there

“Alec Lightwood right ?” I said holding a hand over my heart

“Yes. Do you train?” He repeated

“A little. Wanna show me a few things ?” I asked removing the jacket.

“Fine. Now grab a staff” he said grabbing one himself

“Now I don’t want you to go easy on me” I said with a smirk as we begin to spar. I’ve never used a staff but it quickly adapted. Alec and I spared for a 30 minutes before he was able to trip me with the end of the staff.

“Not bad you need to keep an eye on your feet you leave them open. You also are very stiff from the waist down you need to move. Now again.” He said helping me up. It didn’t take long before I used his advice and was finally able to figure out his fighting technique. Then I was able to use my foot and trip him up and he landed on his back with my staff hovering over-his face. “Very good but you forgot something” he said before tripping me over. Landing on my back beside him. “Always look for a way out” he said chuckling while offering me a hand

“Omg is that Alec Lightwood laughing” Issy said from the door “you’ve got some skills Y/n. You sure you’ve never trained or known about shadowhunters because Jace was just saying you know a few languages.”

“I’ve spoken them since I was little and I made sure I use at least them all once a week. I also train in a dojo 3 days a week because it helps with balance and self defence. I live in Brooklyn after all. Now I’m off to take a shower.” I said putting back my staff

“Oh Y/n. We are going to Magnus you’ll need to dress pretty.”

“I don’t have anything with me?”

“Brilliant lets go to my room I can help with that.” Issy said linking arms and rushing off to her room.

Time skip

“Is do you have anything a bit more me ?”

“And what would that be”

“Well a mwah top would be nice I’m wearing my good bra and maybe a skater skirt. So I can wear my combats.” She began rooting throw her wardrobe.

“Like this?” She held a burgundy skater skirt with a complete mesh body suit with small velvet stars covering it.

“Perfect, fishnets ?” She was already holding them up. “Yes. Okay I’ll be two second.” I emerge from the bathroom looking older than I thought I had light make up on with my hair wavy and half up. Filling off the look with my beaten up combats. Issy, Clary and I emerged from the bedroom all dressed for the party “what you think?” Issy asked.

“I like” Jace said looking at me

“Wow” Simon said as he looked at Clary and I.

“Do you need a sheath? I have a few thigh ones you could borrow” Issy said to both Clary and I.

“No”

“No”

“Yes” Simon,Clary and I said at the same time.

“Does this mean I get a knife now?” I questioned raising my eyebrow at Jace and he handed up one of his many seraph blades

“Thank you”

Time skip

The music was so loud down the street it wasn’t hard to miss but I had the feeling I’d been there before. It was like I’ve been there many time. We knocked on the door a man with blue hair and black gothic clothes answered the door

“OMG. Please tell me you are all seeing him to ?” I questioned they all looked at me and Simon answered

“Yeah. The dude that looks like gay sonic the hedgehog crossed with the child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang. Very much so” he said picking his mouth from the floor

“Thank god I thought I was going mad again?” “May we come in we have an invitation”

“I don’t remember inviting nephelm to my party” he said “however,I was pretty drunk so I could. Just don’t kill my guests and I’m only going it because of the pretty boy” he said moving aside and letting us all in. “Thank you” Jace said while stepping inside “I didn’t mean you. I meant him with the blue eyes.” He said giving Alec a wink.

“I ship it.” I whispered to Issy as we walked past warning a smirk from Magnus.

Magnus slips of into a room and Clary and I follow him. “I’m surprised you are both here and accompanied by shadowhunters no less.” Jace entered the room with Alec. Simon was with Issy.

“What do you mean do you know these two?” Jace asked as he stepped closer to us both. Alec coming up behind us.

“Of course I watched them nearly grow up. Your mom came to me ages ago because she didn’t want you both in the shadow world. Jocelyn was very specific on what she wanted me to do. I told her it was tricky and could be risky but she wanted it anyways. I wiped both girls memories. Though Y/n was the hardest you had so much more time in the shadow world. Clary was a baby only a year or two younger but you already knew loads of languages for a young age. Also, you were just this little confident child that wasn’t afraid of anything.” He said looking at me. “However, I did what she asked and you luckily kept all the languages you’ve learnt but your mind fought back you came here more than Clary did. Then you started sparing Jocelyn was worried that it’ll trigger something but she let you do it anyways.” He looked at Clary “ you however, were a little minx your mom was determined to hide all your shadowhunter parts. You liked to pick on the fairies in the garden and you even picked on my cat. Once he scratched you of course you screamed like a banshee. I of courses as if you were half. She said no that your father wasn’t involved and he won’t be. I asked who he was she said he died. Then she made up this story about the man in the army to protect you.” He said sitting down

“Wow that was an unload and a half. So do you know where Jocelyn is now ?” I asked. “So yo know how to get these blocks off our minds also?”

“Once they were implicated no one can take them off however,since you are both here and you’ve already seen thought one of my hardest glamour. It would should be wearing off. Not long now.” After he said that a scream came from outside. Issy ran in crying and breathing heavily

“They’ve... theyve... they’ve taken Simon” she cried

“Who has?” Jace asked

“Vampires” she replied

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[annathesillyfriend]

On your other side, Tom's back is still nestled into your chest, two of your hands still clasped together, four legs tangled around the sheets.

how adorable of them!! 🥺

It’s easy to understand that he wants you to wear the skort because one, he bought them for you, and two, his family is going to be at the golf course with you.

skort - a modern day chastity belt 😂

Just because you’re in a hurry, it doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.

I like her thinking 😏

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“C’mon, don’t have time to change now. Bummer, huh?”

she's gonna get it (and by it i mean tom's 🍆)

“I’m going to say this as politely as I can, alright?”

oh man, i am so curious about that he has to say 😂

"I mean, it's none of my business what you do when I'm not home, but, uh, I mean, we're going golfing today. With his brother. And his dad. So, you know…"

what he means is, keep it in your skirt, girl 😂

"And I know him, y/n. That was one of his sex faces.”

you wanna share something with the class, haz? 😏

He keeps tapping furiously on his phone, wiping his hands over his thighs, checking the pockets on his trousers, running his fingers through his hair.

he's acting as if he were about to propose to someone, calm down dude

“And I would very much like to receive it,”

keep that up and you're gonna receive a spanking 👀

While their dad observes in silence, Harry says it’s an impossible shot. Tom grinds his teeth together as soon as the words leave his brother’s mouth, running his tongue over them afterwards.

they all what to make his life hell today, it seems 😂

He missed.

“Tom, please, stop leering at my putt, will you?”

😂😂

“Got a little something for you in my pocket,”

and what that may be 😏

“But say you need to use the loo after this hole, will you? You’ll see what I mean.”

“And now here, you’re using puns left and right and then pretend you don’t understand my jokes. You’re rooting for my brother. You’re actively listening to my dad.”

“Anyway, I digress. Now, would you be so kind as to remove your knickers for me?”

“I was thinking we could wash it in the basin, then I’d like you to put it in — you can choose in which hole — and then you’re going to put your knickers back on, and you’re gonna do the rest of the round with it all snug inside of you. What do you say?”

"You said I could choose which hole,"

she's such a minx, i love it

Tom doesn’t help, standing there in all his glory, biceps flexed, his shoulders held back, teasing you with his gorgeous body because he knows what the sight of him does to you.

it should be illegal looking so good 😫

“I want you dripping all over the floor. Want you mad for a single touch. I want—”

i“I'm flattered you remember by the way,” he smiles, “didn't think you'd pay that much attention to what I say when I talk about golf.” “You're worth paying attention to.”

fuck, i love them <333333

Your heart is in your ears from the look Tom’s giving you, though, from that twinkle in his eyes and that tight-lipped smile of his that highlights the dimples on the top of his mouth. He looks rather content today. Particularly… pretty. It’s not that you’d never noticed, he’s beautiful every day of his life, but seeing him during a round of golf is almost magical.

it's you making him so content and happy!!! we love that for both of you

This sight alone, combined with the joy he exudes, makes you clench hard around the plug.

oh gosh, after that cute bit about tom i totally forgot about the plug 😂

“Alright then, but let me know if you need anything, okay? Can't believe my son hasn't even asked how you’re feeling yet. Has nothing but bloody golf in that head of his.”

you'd be surprised 😂😂

“Oh yeah, impress me, Tom,”

okay, we're back to teasing poor tom 🤣

No hole-in-one this time.

...oopsie? 👀 but don't worry mate, there are some other holes for you to ace 😉

“You can have another bathroom break if you get it into the cup from here. And this time…” He kisses your ear. “I’ll give you two fingers.”

come on girl, you can do this!

"Wanna see your fucking face when it starts dripping down your thighs in front of everyone,"

"You're gonna regret what you just said." "Oh, am I?"

you so are

"Gonna—" you start to say, but the door outside whines again.

oh shit

And that's when he pulls away.

OH SHIT 👀

"I know what you're doing."

👀👀

"My pussy's all wet. Want a taste?"

oh dear lord

"Does my son have his hand up your skirt, y/n?"

No? 👀

"Are you sure y/n’s alright?"

“Your ship name would be…” you trail off, not thinking too hard about it. “Harry… son. Right?”

🤣🤣

Oh man, that was a treat 🤣 this series brings me so much joy, thank you for this!!

Putter Fantasy [18+] – Strike 2 ii

pairing » actor ! golfer ! Tom x female reader

words » 11.8k

warnings » actively golfing with Tom, his dad, his brother Harry, and Harrison ; smut ; explicit warnings below the cut

special thanks » @hypnotized-so-mesmerized ; @nowayhomeparker ; @spidey-sophie ; @sinisterspidey ;

b’s note » thank you for your support of this mini series <3 i tried to clarify any terms specific to golfing, but my apologies if anything is unclear. once you research something, it’s difficult af to explain it without being too wordy and breaking the mood </3 hope you like it anyway!

Czytaj dalej

[lala-kate]

Until That Day:  Chapter 3

This is a belated birthday present for my amazing adopted little sister @ninzied. I hope you like it, Nina!  

You can read it here or on ff.net. Have a lovely day, everyone!

April 18

Tomorrow we shall marry.

When I gave birth to Henry, I gave up all hope of one day becoming a proper wife. But worse than that, I believed that my actions had robbed my son of the opportunity of ever having a good father, one who would love and accept him as his own and care for him the way he deserves.

Then you came into our lives, and everything changed.

You make it very evident that neither the fact that Henry was conceived out of wedlock nor that he is not yours by blood mattes one whit, and that means more to me than anything I could ever wish for myself. He adores you--wants to be more like you, has even asked me if he can start calling you Papa immediately after the wedding.

You have no idea what that means to me.

Well, perhaps you do, for you have told me repeatedly how you feared that no woman would accept and raise Liza as her own because of the circumstances of her birth. Yet loving that little girl requires no effort at all, and when she reaches those pudgy arms of hers out to me and snuggles into my chest, I forget that I didn’t give birth to her. Parenting is a choice, and becoming a mother to your two precious children is an honor I do not take lightly.

From this time tomorrow, they shall be mine just as assuredly as Henry is.

Can I tell you again how strange yet wonderful it is to know that you do not view me as a fallen woman worthy of censure but rather as a woman with whom you have chosen to spend your life and to mother your children? That when you caress my cheek or kiss my lips, all of the shame of my past seems to melt into a puddle at my feet?  That strolling through town on your arm makes me feel as though I’ve just emerged from a cocoon of censure and am allowed to spread my wings for the first time in my life?  

I am so giddy with happiness I fear I may not sleep tonight.

It’s difficult for me to believe this is truly happening, that tomorrow night I shall be sleeping in your bed rather than here in Widow Lucas’s guest room, that your body will provide me with a warmth far more intimate than that any quilt can provide. Of course, after the way you kissed me earlier this evening, I have to wonder just how much sleep I shall actually be granted on our wedding night.

I somehow think the answer to that is very little.

My skin is still tingling in wake of your caresses, my lips still burning from the imprint of your own upon them. You draw feelings out of me I’ve never known, Robin, sensations that stagger me with their intensity and persistence and carry me into dreams from which I am loath to wake. Would you be shocked to know that I touched myself last night in order to quell the ache that wouldn’t let me rest?  Would you be scandalized to learn that my own hand brought me pleasure even as my lips breathed your name, that I trembled in the darkness, imagining what it will be like to feel all of you inside my body while your lips explore me in places some would deem perverse?

I somehow doubt you would, and for that, I am thankful. I am weary of living under the self-righteous judgment of those who prefer condemnation to grace and deem our bodies as shameful. I am ready to live freely with you, to be your wife in every way without reservation, to finally be at peace with who I am.

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Dearest Regina,

Today is the day.

In a matter of hours, we shall speak vows and bind our lives together. I shall look into your eyes and be able to call you my wife rather than my intended. I shall be able to kiss you in places on your body that have been hidden to me, places I look forward to revealing in all their splendor and beauty.

I cannot wait to bring you home tonight.

Home. How different the word feels as I write it in my journal, how it dances from my quill to the page, how it warms me in a manner I’d nearly forgotten after I lost Marian. This home will feel complete again with you and Henry inside it, for as much as I love my children, there has been an emptiness that can only be filled by a life companion. How thankful I am that my new life companion will be you.

How thankful I am that I actually placed that advertisement for a wife.

I nearly talked myself out of it, you know. Several times, in fact. But as I rocked and walked with Liza for hours one night, as I heard Roland stir fitfully in his sleep, I decided I would take a step into the unknown for the sake of my children, if not for myself. I did so with trembling hands and a dry mouth, and the day that your letter arrived, I very nearly refused to open it out of absolute fear.

How thankful I am that curiosity combined with fatherly determination triumphed over nerves and prompted me to open and read your response. The tightness in my chest eased, my breathing steadied somewhat as your letter took root and began to blossom in what I had feared to be barren ground.

Now, because of you, Dearest Regina, what was once frozen has sprung back to life.

I must stop writing now and get the children and myself ready, for we have a wedding to attend this afternoon, one I have no intention of missing. Until then, Regina. I know you will be the most beautiful bride for whom a man could wish.

I shall meet you at the altar.

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April 19

I am your wife.

I am struggling to find words adequate enough to describe the emotions bubbling over inside my chest this morning, but as I sit here and watch you sleep, I must try, for this is a moment I want to press into memory forever.  It is odd, feeling somewhat sore and stretched in places rarely discussed, but God in heaven, such tenderness is a small price to pay for the ecstasy that brought it about and one I will gladly pay again and again.

My God, Robin. How you made love to me last night.

Parts of our wedding day are a blur, I must confess, regardless of the small audience in attendance and the tiny yet perfect details seen to by Widow Lucas. The wedding cake, the flowers, the fact that Marco is quite an adept fiddler, each individual item in itself was far more than I could have ever imagined. Henry and Roland looked so handsome in their suits, although I must admit to missing my youngest son’s floppy curls that were trimmed into as much submission as much as they could be.

Have I mentioned how much I love the fact that I can now officially refer to Roland and Liza as my son and daughter? There is such a rightness to it that warms me deeply. My family feels complete now. Actually, I suppose it would be more appropriate to say our family.

Ours. What a powerful word. How it changes absolutely everything. From my shame to our marriage, from my illegitimate son and your illegitimate daughter to our children, from my solitude to our family, from my loneliness to our love.

I do believe that our is the most beautiful word in the English language.

Speaking of our baby girl, Liza looked absolutely adorable in her new dress, even if her unruly locks kept trying to take center stage and made it look as if we did not even bother to comb her hair. Mr. Nolan dotes on her, as I am certain you’ve noticed, and after the ceremony he referred to her as a burst of wildfire. It is almost frightening how accurate his assessment of both her hair and personality is.

Speaking of Mr. Nolan, I think he may be sweet on my Aunt Mary Margaret.

The fact that you secretly arranged for her to be here for our wedding, that you both paid for and booked her passage, that you arranged for her to stay with Widow Lucas for a few weeks so she can get to know you and the children might be the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. Well, besides Aunt Mary Margaret taking me in and giving me a place to live after I discovered I was expecting Henry. I was so surprised to see her when I walked into the church, I nearly squealed as I walked down the aisle.

Have her here means the world to me. But I believe you already know that. You seem intent upon seeing to my happiness, and that is something I’ve never before experienced.

Now I get to experience it every day of my life.

When you took my hand within your own, when you repeated the vows spoken by Reverend Hopper and gazed into my eyes as if you could see forever, I had to keep reminding myself that this was really happening, that maybe, just maybe, I shall be given a chance at a happy ending after all.

It still seems somewhat unreal to me, but then I look over to the bed--our bed--and see you sleeping peacefully, your bare chest on full display for me to both view and appreciate. I remember how it felt beneath my fingertips, how the smattering of light hair on your chest tickled my breasts as our bodies pressed together when you were buried inside me. I can still taste the salt of your skin on my tongue, can feel the stirrings of fresh desire as they tingle and tease my inner thighs and nipples, and I am tempted to lay my quill and journal aside and return to your side beneath the quilts.

How would you react if I awakened you with my hand? Would you be scandalized by your wife initiating sex, or would you grin that devilish grin of yours and let me have my way with you? I am fairly certain I know the answer to that, and so I shall abandon this entry and return to your side to test this theory so I can know for certain.

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April 19

You’re a minx, Regina Locksley. And by God, I love you for it.

How thankful I am that Widow Lucas and your Aunt Mary Margaret volunteered to watch the children last night. It was lovely to have some time to ourselves without having to worry about little eyes seeing something they shouldn’t or little ears hearing the sounds you coaxed out of me this morning when you woke me up in the most incredible way possible. I adore the fact that you feel comfortable enough to explore my body the same way I’ve already come to love exploring yours, even though we’ve been husband and wife less than twenty-four hours.

You have initiated a craving inside me I fear may never be sated as long as we both shall live.

For you are exquisite, Regina. Every plane of your body, every small expanse of skin, every freckle, every hair, even the marks left by childbirth you feared I would find unattractive. You are a feast for a starving man, a goddess worthy of worship and adoration, a woman who has suffered much yet possesses an incredible capacity for love and tenderness.

The trust with which you honored me by placing your heart and body into my keeping humbles me to my very core. Kissing you feels like coming home, and being inside your body completes me in a way I find nearly impossible to put into words. Watching you respond to my touch, feeling you come apart around me….I have no words for the fire you’ve so expertly kindled

and now stoke with each glance and every touch, regardless of how innocent in nature it might be.

And as I watch you slumber after our morning love-making, I relish simply being able to gaze at you openly without fear of censure or reproof. I love that I can slide in the bed beside you and cradle your nakedness, that I can touch what before remained hidden and openly confess the thoughts I have held at bay.

For I love you, Regina Mills Locksley. Within a short time, you have become a trusted friend, a mother for my children, a lover, a partner, and a confidante. And I count myself the most fortunate man on earth that I now have the privilege of calling you my wife.

[k-renne]

VI

Chapter VI

Previously:  I, II III, IV, V

Warning: Slightly nsfw at the start, sorry for all the angst

Kylo woke up to see you in his bed, laughing and twisting in his sheets. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull when he realized you were naked, teasing him by wiggling your cute little butt. You turned around and smiled at him, beckoning to come over with a wave of the hand.

He thought you looked so beautiful like this, relaxing in his bed. Hopefully it’d smell like you afterwards. Kylo smiled back at you before jumping on the mattress, falling on top of you and leaving kisses all over your back. You looked like an angel with the way the sun hit your hair, there was a halo of light around you. It suited you.

You turned over to lay underneath Kylo, running your hands up his bare chest to reach his neck. Kylo sighs against your touch, leaning down to kiss you with his soft, pillowy lips. “My love, you look so beautiful today,” Kylo admonished you.

“And you look so handsome, I want to kiss you again.” You weave your hand in his hair.

Kylo couldn’t be happier, and it showed on his face as he wore an expression of joy. True to your word, you do kiss him again, playfully nipping his bottom lip. “Minx,” He smirks at you, before getting you back by biting your neck.

“You’re the one who’s a beast,” You tease. But Kylo doesn’t find it very funny, it’s too real. The scene shifts and he looks down at his hands to find claws instead.

Clouds cover the sky, storm winds whipping his hair past his ears. Kylo can feel the beast living within him, it was much more intense than he ever could have imagined. He felt anger weighing heavy on his bones, so thick that he could barely breathe. Now there was blood on his hands, and across the field you look horrified. In his mind he felt panicked, was this your blood?

You fell to the ground, clutching your throat for air. Kylo’s anger was choking the life out of you.

“No!” Kylo shouted, and sprinted over to you. But it seemed to only make things worse, he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t save you. This was his nightmare, you were dying in his arms and it was his fault.

You woke up in a thin sheen of sweat, gasping for air. Your dream felt so real you needed a moment to calm down, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. You couldn’t even get the image out of your head, Kylo looked so demonic it was frightening. You hoped that he was okay.

When Kylo woke he was extremely distressed, he rushed to put on his robes. He had to check on you immediately; he just needed to know that his dream wasn’t true, for his own sake. He rode his horse to Phasma’s Inn, knocking on her door loudly to wake her. Phasma answered in her robe, clearly annoyed to be disturbed. But when she saw how dishevelled Kylo looked, how frightened, she forgave his intrusion.

“Is Y/N okay?” He rushes out.

“Would you like to see her?” Phasma asks, she heard you move around and assumed you were awake.

“No, she can’t know I’m here. I just have to know that she’s okay, is she okay?” His voices raises as he begins to panic more, fearing the worst.

“Ren calm down, you’re hyperventilating. She’s fine, I promise.” Phasma sighs.

“Are you sure?” Kylo has to ask again, doubt laces his mind.

“Yes I’m sure, do you want me to check?” Phasma offers.

“Please.”

Phasma comes back a few moments later, after talking to you. “She’s fine, just a little shaken from her nightmare.”

Kylo sees you peering at him from his window, he has to leave now. “Thank you,” He tells Phasma, before rushing off. He was curious about your nightmare, coincidence that he had one last night as well. He hoped that’s all it was, coincidence, because he wouldn’t want you to see him like that ever. Not even in your dreams.

What it did tell him was that he couldn’t waste anymore time with Snoke, the time that he thought he had was running low. He needed to strike soon, or else he would pay dearly. But first, there was someone he needed to see.

Kylo collected some herbs, candles, and a spirit stone. It was the most valuable thing in his collection, and after a few years of collecting dust it was finally time to use it again. This time it was the real thing too, not a fake one that he thought was real. He had been tricked in the past by Snoke, who used to make him believe he was talking to his grandfather. Now, he was going to use it for the right reasons.

He headed out to the cemetery, walking all the way to the back where his grandfather’s ashes were buried. He kneeled besides the headstone and set up a quick alter, laying the spirit stone in the middle.

“Grandfather, if you can hear me, I need your help.” Kylo raised his palms to the sky. Nothing, until…

“I was wondering when you would call, finally not too embarrassed to show your face anymore,” Anakin teased his grandson. The sky had darkened around Kylo, so that he could see the faint blue spirit of his grandfather. When Anakin saw the look on Kylo’s face, his warm smile dropped. Something was wrong, he wished Kylo wouldn’t just talk to him when something was wrong, but he understood. It was hard to do this anyways, so he couldn’t come very often.

“I have to kill Snoke, I need advice,” Kylo stated plainly.

“I thought you did that already,” Anakin questioned.

“No, I hurt him but I barely made it out alive. I was selfish then, I should’ve finished the job but I chose to escape,” Kylo explains.

“You would’ve died, you shouldn’t do this on your own,” Anakin warns.

“I have to, I have to protect her,” Kylo says the second part quietly.

“Her? Oh…I see. You’re in love, that’s great!” Anakin smiled.

“Not if she dies!”

Anakin sighs, “If you really want to defeat Snoke, look for your light, and don’t let it go. Don’t let him take that away from you.”

“I don’t understand,” Kylo shakes his head.

“When the time comes, you will and it looks like my time has come as well, goodbye Kylo,” Anakin says as he fades away.

“No!” Kylo cries out to him, but he was already gone. This only made him feel worse, now he really felt lost.  

Kylo heads back to his house, hoping that he’ll be able to find some sort of spell, potion, or charm to solve all of his problems. It was his only hope now. He’s hard at work when someone knocks on his door. It’s  Phasma, and she looks afraid.

“What is it?” Kylo asks.

“It’s Y/N, she’s goen, I don’t know what happened but I think I saw Snoke’s lackey’s take her. I’m sorry Kylo,” Phasma says all in one breath. She felt like a failure.

Kylo’s shoulders drop, “I have to go.”

He grabs anything he can find that might be of use, and makes his way to Snoke as fast as he can. Two red guards to the temple greet him, “Snoke’s been expecting you, traitor,” One guard says to him. Angry, Kylo kills them without a thought. He’d do that to anyone who stood in his way to get to you.

He continues his path of destruction as he searches for you, growing more frustrated as each door leads to an empty room. When he does find you, he wants to cry. You’re tied up, so tightly that it probably hurts you. Snoke sits on his throne behind you, “You’ve finally come, I was wondering how long it’d take you.” Snoke says.

“She has no reason to be involved in this!” Kylo rushes over to you, working to free you. He’s amazed that Snoke hasn’t even tried to stop him yet. But he doesn’t stop to think that there was a reason why he was letting him do this, he was too worried about your wellbeing.

“You’ve become weak, soft, all for a woman? You know she’ll never love you,” Snoke laughs as Kylo struggles to free you. He’s fallen right into his trap. Roots sprout from the floor and bind Kylo, they’re monk root too which inhibits magic and movement.

You want to scream, tell Kylo that Snoke is wrong and that you do love him. You’re silenced by something, you don’t know what but it fills your throat and seals your lips like an invisible force.

“You don’t know what you speak of!” Kylo shouted. He knew Snoke was just trying to anger him, he tried to fight it. Anger was one step closer to becoming his worst nightmare. What he couldn’t fight was Snoke filling his head with lies, disguised as memories. You naked with another man, laughing at him as he sulked away. You disgusted by him, calling him a monster.

Soon doubts consumed him, so much so that he mistook your look of concern for a look of disgust.”I’m not a monster,” He tried to get back control. He could do it, he knew what to do and he was prepared after some advice from Grandpa. Though he couldn’t be prepared for what would happen next.

“No Kylo, you are a monster, there’s no redemption for you. It’s time you accept your fate and stop fighting the transformation, foolish boy.” Snoke reaches his hand out and whispers ancient words few can understand. Black tendrils appear like smoke, surrounding Kylo in a cloud.

“No!” You cry, struggling against your bindings.

Kylo screams in agony, falling to his knees as pain overcomes him. The tendrils filled his lungs, sucking up any light they could find and leaving only a beast behind. Kylo jolts as power surges through him and he breaks free from his chains. Big black wings sprout from his back, the developing horns growing to their full length, his fingertips look as if they’re stained in ink, and strange tattoos cover his chest. He looks like he’s grown an inch, his muscles flexing to show an increase in strength.

“Yes, my apprentice, now become what you were destined to be…kill the girl,” Snoke commands. You’re trembling, afraid for Kylo and for yourself. But deep down, you still have faith that he won’t hurt you, you believe in him.

“I trust you Kylo,” You murmured. You close your eyes and await your fate, whatever it may be.

Kylo’s stepping towards you now, and you can feel your heart rate speed up. He stops in front of you, harshly wrenching your face towards his. You open your eyes, letting out a gasp when you see his are glowing gold and are those…fangs? You squeeze your eyes tightly this time, preparing for whatever will hit you.

But nothing did, you had to look - see what was going on. Kylo looked like he was struggling with himself, his fists were clenching and unclenching, and his eyes looked alarmed. He was trying to fight it, trying to remember what his grandfather said, “Look for your light, and don’t let it go.”  He tried to think, to find the source of light in the darkness that surrounded him.

“Kill her or I’ll do it myself!” Snoke demanded, bringing Kylo back to reality.

You were so bright, glowing and ethereal, he couldn’t look away. It was like staring directly into a fire, a warm and dancing light that was impossible to tear his gaze from. It was so blinding it quieted the voices, drowned out by the flames. It was you…you were his light, and now Snoke was threatening to extinguish that. His anger was still boiling inside him and it couldn’t be ignored. With a roar, Kylo attacked.

Once the cries of agony are silenced, the room is left in a gory mess. Kylo standing, collapses to his knees, “It’s over.” He gives you a weak smile, and falls to the floor.

“Kylo!” You run over to him. Snoke lays dead besides him; and you take one look before turning away from his grotesque corpse, more concerned with the man in front of you. Well, he didn’t exactly look like a many anymore, but what was more important was that he was alive.

“Get out of here,” Kylo’s voice breaks. He was a monster now, there was nothing for him in this life anymore.

You gasp when you notice the wound in his chest, deep and pooling with some type of black substance. You kneel besides him, feeling tears flow down your cheek. You had no way to get him out of here, not on your own. You had no way to help him.

“I thought I told you to leave,” Kylo rasps, straining to look up at you.

“There has to be something to help you! Please, tell me!” You panic. This couldn’t be the end, it was selfish but you weren’t ready.

“It’s over Y/N, I’m lost. Leave me.” He pleads. Snoke had other working for him, and he didn’t want you to face their wrath.

You sob in realization, but you didn’t care. If he was going to die here, you’d die with him. You gently cup his face in your hands, and lean down to give him a soft kiss. You pull away and Kylo has a toothy grin on his face and he closes his eyes. The smile fades and his head drops to the side, hands unfurling.

You cry as a blue glow surrounds you two, you’re one regret would always be that you never said I love you.

[polystumbles]

Diary 08/13/2016: I forge therefore I am... a forgery?

On my way back from Z’s place, I got a call from this guy I had met at a poly event. I had helped him over the past few months as a sounding board and person to help them navigate polyamory. In truth, I felt that their relationship was doomed from the first conversation. By his description, they seemed to me the kind of couple that was looking to have polyamory fix their deep rooted issues, and he had many, many misogyny issues to resolve. In fact that was the main reason I was “coaching” him -- In addition to being somewhat like Amy and I in the basics of their relationship, I wanted there to be one less of those guys out in the world, as a cis-man I felt some my responsibility to help evolve this one, like a pokemon begrudgingly caught and thrust into battle. After today’s talk. I gave up.

Last I had talked to him and her, his wife had been “stealthed” -- a sexual assault where a man removes his condom without the partner’s consent. In their case his wife’s date had even ejaculated inside her, while she had believed he was wearing a condom. That day, I helped them get over to Planned Parenthood to discuss their options. helped him understand that his primary concern was his wife’s health in this situation, and I was happy I wasn’t in his shoes. The man would have been beaten to a pulp.  

Now, he and I had just chatted again on my walk back to Amy’s place-- for what was likely the last time. I was shocked about what I heard. Their partnership was strained, though it was clear that his wife’s actions had a lot to do with it. She was now dating Mr. Assault, who was now taking her to parties where she would precisely be subject to similar risky behavior. He was uninterested in protecting himself in the situation. All in all, this was a train wreck waiting to happen and I, gracefully as I could, decided not to be around when it happens.

It’s a few hours later now and Amy I had gone out to get some errands done. We had taken a moment to sit in some outside seats, chat and enjoy the day. I told her about my conversation with the guy this morning. About their situation, and asked her if she was glad that we didn’t end up like them. Her answer surprised me.

“Probably, yes.” I stop her from going any further and clarify, “perhaps you didn’t hear the story?” She starts to explain that many people do what they do, but do it healthily. I stop her. She doesn’t get it. This isn’t a question of whether it was possible to take precautions and be promiscuous, this was an ask for reassurance --do you regret exposing us to risk? Do you regret not continuing your grand plan for promiscuity? Do you still want to practice poly within my safety bounds?  Whatever the underlying question she wasn’t getting it. It was too subtle. So I stopped her.

I told her the words I needed to hear. “Tell me that you want this life, not hers.” She didn’t understand. She says we are better as a result of her encounter. I open my mouth to explain basic humanity to her, even if it’s true, you don’t say so, at least not to me, and not yet, not when I’m searching for reassurance coming out of this triggering discussion, not when only recently were we even able to drop barriers again. So, I say the words that will stop her. “This conversation is over. Do not say anything more”.

Despite my making it clear what I needed to hear, she kept right on her train of thought. This was not a debate. This was not a discussion really. It was a chance for her to tell me: I am ok with what you ask of me, I am ok with the negotiated terms of our relationship,  I care about how you feel, I will take the time to do things right, I will take my responsibility to keep you safe seriously. We walked home quietly and barely talked the rest of the evening.

There was one more thing that I needed to confront that evening: me. I needed to process this line. New followers may not be caught up on “November Rain”, so let me give the 2 minute version of the story. Amy and I have been largely mono/poly for almost 10 years. We’ve dated together, she’s had love interests, but she hadn’t dated anyone else in earnest. Last year, she decides to start dating. She does and all goes well at first as she slowly figures things out. Until one day, she just up and seemingly gets the idea that she is going to have sex with this guy she is meeting that night. She ends up having oral sex and digital sex, and despite a number of warning flags that this guy was actually not trustworthy. In the process she breaks our safer sex expectations, and isn’t sure if she ended up getting some of his semen inside herself. That was bad, but everyone make mistakes. In the end, those weren’t life threatening -- 9 months of testing later -- nothing was we know was transmitted.

However, before we knew any of that, the day after these mistakes, she made a grand declaration that she wanted to casually have a series of one night stands in perpetuity. Not in a cute “this Ice cream is awesome, let me have all the ice cream” way, but in a this is a fundamental insight about myself -- an “I’m not going to get over this” way. At first, I said  that we needed time to a) learn how to do this safely in a physical sense, b) develop new emotional and communication tools to deal with this because it was so radically different from how we had just practiced our polyamory, c) figure out how I would feel safe, d) figure out how I would keep Z safe. In the end, once the details of her exposure came out, I said I couldn’t accept this from a partner I’m active with, and Amy decided to not pursue her idea anymore.

Was I afraid of female promiscuity or was I earnestly concerned for my safety? Was I being a sexist or was I guarding my emotions? I spend the evening thinking about the facts, and the person I want to be. Here is what I know. I’ve dated promiscuous partners and not had a problem with it. I’ve never asked a partner for their “number”. I know, I do ask if they have other partners. I know there hasn't been a wrong answer to that question -- only an assessment of my risk. I know it might be different with Amy because we were monogamous for so long, or because we have kids, or because we’re married, or because it’s hard to un-own a person, whom you spend to decades with. I know that I prefer emotional, if only friendship connections -- I know it’s the primary tool we used to diffuse jealousy time and time again. I also know what I told Amy was true, perhaps I could learn to live with a promiscuous, swinger-like partner, learn to be and feel safe eventually, but I wasn’t there now.

Perhaps, most telling of all was that I was also ok with not being sexual partners with her while she figured out whatever it was she needed (or needs) to figure out. I don’t think I’ve misread Amy this bad this long. I do think that she gets a bit obsessed over new things -- she is the person who would buy all the photography equipment if it was her new hobby, then never use it again. I didn’t know if this was to be the hobby that persisted, like soccer was, but almost a year later it sure wasn’t shaping up to be. I had wondered if we had made a mistake on moments before our first-night-kiss, to never be just “friends”. Z had given me the strength to love Amy even if I couldn’t make love to Amy, we could still find a way.

Lastly, I know these kinds of reflections aren’t conclusive, but they did trend toward a few insights. I saw that I still lacked any emotional and conversational tools to deal with the idea of Amy being a “swinger”. I thought a lot about LustyGuy the co-host of poly-weekly who’s other partner considers herself a swinger, with Minx and Lusty being polyamorous. I felt that Amy is absolutely not able to distinguish a conversation from a request for reassurance. I mean, I did understand her point. A sexual encounter with another person had made her feel like she indeed understood herself, like she had indeed grown sexually during our time together. I don’t understand it, but I also get that I don’t have too, it’s not my body, nor my need, nor my mind. It just wasn’t what I was looking for when I brought it up, and I lacked to tools to ask her for what I needed, so I told her what to say, or not to say anything at all.

I’m still wondering if such a life is what she wants. I don’t want to stop her from having it -- not at all-- but I know I wouldn’t feel safe (emotionally, physically) if she did just go about promiscuously, given her inability to meet our standards of safety. As you can see from my thinking, I’m much more troubled by her choice of partners and behavior, than by the actions. I’m flexible, I know I can “program” myself to enjoy many situations, sluttiness included. I don’t think it’d be hard to forge an erotic connection as such. In part because I know it’s to my benefit, such eroticism is not necessary for any of my partners to do whats right for themselves so there is no pressure to do so either. This is the opposite of Amy who came “programmed” for voyeurism and being a cuckqueen.  We were incorporating other people into our dirty talk, almost as soon as she heard about the women who tried to bed me while she was away for a semester in college. She needed to create sexual distance when Z and I traveled down a more private road. (Says the guy who writes about our sex life on a blog...lol.) 

I do believe in sex positivity and I expect that at the end of the day, it would carry me through any feelings But I also know that I also have to do all of this at a level of protection that I am comfortable with. I have bodily autonomy too. I had an uncle die of AIDS he contracted from his wife doing sex work as she traveled. I have an aunt who contracted Hep. C during a “monogamous” relationship. These things are not due to promiscuity -- anyone can encounter such fates -- but unsafe practices, and that it takes two people to execute a safer practice, that makes me feel unsafe. She doesn’t want to be treated like a child, this is a big psychological issue from her childhood, but she also just went out and drove “drunk” the first time she drove alone (she wasn’t drinking). Fact is, she’ll never be able to prove that it isn’t the life she wants because at any moment, she needs to be free to say that it is the life she wants. As such, I can’t dwell on it. I need to let it go, and accept what she wants now, and how she is able to demonstrate it in her terms. In that, I need to keep any other partners safe, by using communication as a warning system. 

Z and I are also feeling our way through her new relationship. At times, we don’t seem to have the tools, then quickly we forge them. We talk about them some days, other days we don’t. There is a bit of “did they” to every time before we have sex, now that it’s been a few dates. I guess it’s the question of will she still have desire left for me -- or will she jump heart first, the way it felt with me into this relationship, her desire so thick, so rich, so encompassing. Today, with the combination of these emotions and reflections, I’m left questioning if I’m more forgery than forge. After all, I had critiqued a man for his sexism just this morning, and now was questioning mine. I had decided to not help him anymore for my own sanity, yet here I was in this wounded relationship as well. 

[conquerthenight-rpg-blog]

WELCOME TO NEW YORK CITY, Jules!

YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF EVE ( Danielle Campbell FC )

Note from Admin Sofia: I don’t know how to start, honestly. Your application has won me over -- completely, without a doubt. Everything, from headcanons to her biography, your pinterested board and the description of her entire being just screamed Eve to me. I’m so glad I get to fill my wanted connection with such a talented writer!

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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

♟ NAME/ALIAS, PRONOUNS & AGE ♟

Jules, she/her, I’m 21. My time zone is EST.

Due to the nature of this roleplay, all applicants have to be 18 or older.

♟ TRIGGERS ♟

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♟ ACTIVITY & TIMEZONE ♟

Est - As far as my activity is concerned I would rate myself a 7 out of ten due to my heavy work schedule. Plus I’m going to be starting up school here soon, but I wouldn’t have a problem keeping up with the activity and such. I’m obsessed with my characters and almost prefer to live their lives than mine.

♟ EXPERIENCE ♟

I’ve been roleplaying ever since my second year of highschool. About seven years for tumblr alone plus some addition time I spent on jcink and proboard forums.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

♟ NAME♟

Eve:  Life, living, lively. Famous bearer: the Old Testament mother of the human race who tasted the forbidden fruit, precipitating the Fall of Man.

♟ SPECIES ♟

A witch, a graceful entity with all the tricks up her sleeve.

♟ AGE ♟

As Eve is over 6000 years old, she appears to be at the mere age of 21.

♟ FACECLAIM ♟

Face #1: Danielle Campbell

Face #2: Taissa Farmiga

♟ OCCUPATION ♟

Eve is the owner of a really interesting witches shoppe called Entwine. The main attraction is her abilities, she offers people spells to obtain what they most desire. Usually these trades include a severe price, or an unexpected consequence.

♟ BIOGRAPHY ♟

Eve was tailored to be the good wife. Created of bone and marrow to serve under the tight reins that Adam created. And those reins were tight; he was the definition and aesthetic of control, he was confident, especially being the most favorited creation that God himself eluded. Eve valued him as if his skin was formed of gold and heart of rubies. The second Eve’s eyes had laid upon him she instantly fell captive to love, cherishing her husband like no other and hastily picked up the pieces that Lilith had left behind. She was carved from Adam’s marrow, boiled into Eden with an innocent mind and gracious heart. And oh, how she loved Adam and their children. The life she lead was pure, virtuous, and lively. But soon the toils of human nature struck, curiosity delving deep within the subtle roots hidden under fine ivory flesh. Eve was tired of following rules, tired of being at the beck and call of Adam’s every whim, and in that moment of explicit rambunctious action, Eve and her tempestuous ways ate off of the forbidden fruit and proves her gluttonous. There was a slight trial before the fair maiden was expelled from Eden and caste off to Earth with nothing but magic brewing within her veins.

Upon awaking, Eve soon felt a roaring fire of hatred blooming within, every memory and through flooding to he everlasting conscience, relearning her past and feeling everything on a deeper scale, it was as if her humanity had intensified after everything she had gone through. It was infuriating, especially after everything that she had done for Adam. The way he pointed fingers towards her, was sickening. Revenge was such a silly concept, but Eve wanted Adam to be destroyed. She vowed that she was going to be the one to do it too. She was going to need help, especially if she wanted to get anywhere anytime soon. It wasn’t long before Eve found that she wasn’t alone. A group of Earth’s inhabitants surrounded her, and eminated their warmth over her bare body.

Eve learned the power of persuasion. She gained affinity with her followers by detailing their every wish and desire.She used her nearly profound powers to grant them small tokens of affection just to keep them at bay. The control was within her grasp. She finally felt everything that had ever been on option in Eden. And with her new power, the Empress of Magic started to profit from her abilities; gaining wealth and information from the sheep of the lands, bringing happiness to those who bargained for it. However, Eve soon learned that her powers aren’t always as faithful as she presumed. With every spell  she cast there’s always room for more than just positive consequences, but negative ones as well. Humans began to fear her and her ways of magic, calling a court to have the woman hanged for her devious crimes. The followers she held near and dear came to her rescue on the brink of her death, and she ran to solitude.

Centuries pass, and an uproar of legends and stories are told through the grapevine of a man that shifts into a horrid beast. A monster that looks much of a wolf but his actions prove he’s stronger, faster, and the ultimate winner of brawls. This man holds an alpha status; and is said to be named Adam. Upon hearing these rumors, and digging up any information the witch could bother to bear, it was under her speculation that the wolf was her Adam, the man who single-handedly destroyed her entire existence. The minx traveled through land and sea, traveling throughout the continents to obtain any and as much information that she possibly could find on him. Once Columbus founded the great land of America, the witch decided to make that her home, finding all the necessities to build her empire like non-other.

To this day Eve is continuously building, and growing. She reserves her right to be the goddess she once was. Soon everyone will know  of her reign, and she will get revenge on everyone who has ever deceit-ed against her. Hopefully, just hopefully, she will gain the control she needs to revive her sons, so that she can take back what’s rightfully her’s.

♟ HEADCANONS ♟

Head Canon #1: Eve is extremely fascinated with human nature. It’s something that’s always been of interest to her. You can often find her in stores or markets just observing people within the vicinity, sometimes taking notes of certain subjects, and learns how to behave around them through her rigorous studies.

Head Canon #2: She’s been an extremely good cook since she began traveling through the different continents and countries within them. With her studies of human nature, she has learned that people love cooking and so she too found that love within herself. Soon she began to excel at her newfound culinary expertise. Within her shoppe is a bakery of sorts, where you can find an assortment of soups and fresh baked goodies made to order.

Head Canon #3: Eve has everlasting compassion for people, and finds herself extremely torn between her greedy ambitions and helping the causes of humanity. She will stop at nothing to convey peace whilst pursuing her own ambitions in order to gain power and conquer those who have defied her in the past.

♟ CHARACTERISTICS ♟

Naivety:  [ having or showing unaffected simplicity of nature or absence of artificiality; unsophisticated; ingenuous. ] : – Although Eve has walked earth for thousands of years, she has in many cases succumb to naivety. Her major failing is her lack of judgment due to circumstantial occasions such as: falling in love, trusting others, or helping those who need not be helped.

Compassionate: [  a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering. ]  : – Those who brought with them misfortune are always given her sympathy. Although she rules with an iron fist, she finds herself caring deeply for those around her, and would do anything to deter their suffering.

Virtuous: [ conforming to moral and ethical principles; morally excellent; upright ] : – Eve always yearns to do the right thing. She goes out of her way to fix things, and work as a little soldier of light when needed. Her morals are intact, and due to this, people tend to fear her less. In turn, they treat her as a queen. That, they love more than someone they fear. Minus the whole, “eating the forbidden fruit” thing.

Obstinate: [ firmly or stubbornly adhering to one’s purpose, opinion, etc.; not yielding to argument, persuasion, or entreaty. ] : – There was a promise that Eve made to herself that she wasn’t going to allow people to control her. Additionally,  she was going to stick to her views and hold to her morals above any and all contempt that could sneak past her.

Obsessive:  [ being, pertaining to, or resembling an obsession ] : – Although she would probably outright disagree, Eve is extremely obsessive. It’s been 6000 years and she still wants revenge for what Adam did to her. That’s merely one example of how obsessive she is. Eve obsesses about almost everything, and lately she’s been obsessing about her appearance, as well as how people view her, but actually SEE her as well.

Rebellious: [ defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel ] Even though the witch is extremely virtuous, there are moments where her curiosity will hinder that side of her. With this, she blooms within her rebellious nature.

♟ EXTRAS ♟

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♟ ANYTHING ELSE?♟

Everything is great, thank you for your consideration!