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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years ago

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barry wanting to play with his partners nipples but without him knowing, reader got their nipples pierced so they're all swollen and barry helps soothe them

Author's Notes: Ugh. I want mine done so bad, but I practically slid off the table for my belly button I got so sweaty and nervous I don't think I could handle it. If this was your request - I hope you love it!! Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Warnings: Talk of a new piercing (I warned for this last time, just in case. Might make some people uneasy!) Sexual references - sexual innuendos

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She had been avoiding him all day, and Barry could sense it. Any time he got close to her, his hands reached out to touch her body she would recoil and walk away with a mumble about needing to organize or clean something.

As the nighttime approached, the moon rising on the house, Barry had more than enough of his girlfriend skirting away from him. Avoiding his advances while his fingers pinched at her skin.

Barry made his way towards the back of the house to the bedroom, his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door frame as he watched her get ready for bed.

"You avoidin' me?" Barry grunted as he looked his girlfriend from head to toe in just one of his t-shirts, and a pair of panties.

"Not at all, baby. Why would you think that?" She asked as she ran her fingers through her hair and made her way over to him across the bedroom, stepping over discarded pants and underwear.

"Haven't let me touch you all day." Barry glared as he looked down at his girlfriend, but let her put her hands on his stomach beneath his shirt.

"I've been busy with cleaning the house." She replied as her fingertips pulled off of his stomach, her eyes downcast to his feet.

Barry grunted in response while his eyes looked her over, taking in every hair on her head. Down, down to her toes. He took the chance to grab hold of her hips, hoping she wouldn't swat him away like she had been all day. He released a sigh of relief when she let him hold her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, forgetting he had been upset with her as he began to push his hands up the front of her shirt to finally grab at her breasts like he had been dying to for the entire day.

"Barry, wait!" She hissed as she grabbed his wrists as he reached for her nipples with his index and middle fingers.

"What's this?" Barry growled, his eyes dark as he ever-so gently tugged on the steel bars through each of her nipples. His cock twitched in his shorts at her meek little whine.

Barry grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He couldn't contain the moan that rattled in his chest at the sight of his girlfriend's nipples, barbells through them. They were so pretty, and just begging for his mouth to be all over them.

"Oh, baby. Not yet. They're so sore." She whined as she grabbed his hair, pulled back at the nape of his neck, when he surged forward to press his lips to the top of her left breast, sucking a light bruise to her skin.

"I can't touch?" Barry grunted as his fingertips dragged down her bare back to make her shiver, her nipples hard and pressed against his own chest.

"The girl that did them said specifically to not let my boyfriend tug on them." She whispered as she pushed her fingertips into his hair from the nape of his neck.

"What you tell her about me?" Barry smirked as he pulled his lips from her chest to look at her little pout.

"That you're grabby, all hands." She responded with a small shiver as she felt him reach his left hand around to her front, tracing his index finger under the swell of either of her breasts.

Barry breathed out a laugh while he nodded. She wasn't wrong. If he could have his hands on her, he always did. He grabbed at whatever he could, quite literally, get his hands on. It just had to be her.

"How long you gonna make me wait?" Barry asked as he kept his eyes on her breasts, hard nipples with surgical steel through them, while he kept his hands on her hips.

"Not long, baby. She said the swelling will go down in a few days, and then my boyfriend can tug all he wants. Says the pain is a little different for everyone. But it's really just the swelling and keeping them clean." She replied, her eyes following his line of sight to her sore breasts.

"Can I help?" Barry muttered as he dipped his head down to kiss along her neck again, his hands reaching for her backside to pull her against him.

"If you keep your tongue to yourself." She nodded as she trailed her fingertips over his shoulders.

"Never thought I'd hear you say that." Barry grinned against her neck with a firm smack of her backside.

"Just for a few days you have to keep your tongue and fingers away from my nipples." She laughed as she pulled at the loose hair around his face.

"We can still have sex, right?" Barry questioned, a concern look on his face as he pulled his face up from her neck. They had only gone two days without sex their whole relationship, and Barry thought he would die. Or explode. He preferred death.

"Barry, I didn't get ...that pierced. Yes, we can still have sex." She scoffed with a blush as her fingertips touched his jawline.

"Oh my god. Don't put shit like that in my head." Barry growled with a hot kiss to her lips, the tips of his fingers creeping into the waistband of her panties.

"Baby, don't. Please." She whined, grabbing at his wrists when he instinctively reached for her breasts.

"I'm sorry." Barry breathed out placing his hands on the top of his head as he pulled away from her. He looked his girlfriend over, standing in front of him in just a pair of underwear. His heart was racing in his chest, his shorts getting tighter by the second.

"Can help me clean them, if you want." She whispered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other under his gaze. It felt like he had not blinked in over one minute as he stared at her breasts and then the top of her underwear.

"Yeah?" Barry asked, his eyes flickered to hers with his hands still on the top of his head.

"If you're really gentle." She nodded as she reached for the strings for his shorts and pulled him closer.

"Can be gentle." Barry mumbled as he looked down at her, letting her pull him against her again. He couldn't contain the whimper that burst from the back of his throat as his erection rubbed against her.

"C'mon, baby." She smiled softly as she released his strings and walked towards the bathroom, still topless. Barry released a heavy sigh, pulling his hands over his face as he followed after her.

As they stood in the bathroom together, his girl leaned against the pedestal sink and Barry in front of her, he gently dabbed a warm cloth over her nipples. He furrowed his brow in concentration, barely flinching as he felt her nails slowly pull over his shoulders as she winced.

"Hurts?" Barry grumbled as he finished cleaning her piercings with warm water then placed the cloth on the edge of the sink.

"A little bit." She nodded as she placed her palm flat on his shoulder, uncurling her toes.

"Will ice help?" Barry questioned as his pulled his fingertips down her back, feeling her shiver against him.

"Yeah, but I think it might be more for you than for me." She shivered as she grabbed at his hair at the back of his head.

"I'll do whatever I gotta do to tug on those nipples again." Barry growled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, before he all but ran to the kitchen to get ice to soothe his love.

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jjungkookislife · 4 years ago

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Bound

⇢ pairing: jikook x f. reader

⇢ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

⇢ summary: There's nothing quite as sweet as your boyfriends bound together.

⇢ wc: 3.6k

⇢ warnings: poly!au, domme!reader, sub!jk, switch!jimin, mommy kink, brats!jk and jm, tattooed!jk, tattoed!jm, pierced!jikook, blindfolds, bondage, safe word (not used), ball gag (jk), use of hand signals (i know a drop object is usually used but for the sake of this scene, it’s hand signals), slight verbal humiliation, vibrating cock ring, jimin cries a little bit, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting), nipple play, oral sex, edging, unprotected sex, creampies, choking, spitting... i think that’s it?

⇢ date: April 13, 2021

Jungkook and Jimin were in bed, waiting for you to make a move. Both excited and a little nervous. Not of you, but of what you had planned for them. Right now, both were blindfolded, wanting to keep them in the dark (no pun intended) until you were ready to proceed with tonight’s events. It was a rare occasion for them to give in so easily to you. Both preferred being bratty, but there must have been something in the air tonight that had them being obedient. Maybe it was curiosity? Or maybe it was lust?

Regardless of what it was, they were being good boys. Although their hearts pounded rapidly in their chests, they eagerly anticipated your next move. Both already stripped naked, cocks erect and resting on their abdomen as they waited on you.

You stood at the end of the bed watching them with a smug smile, your eyes tracing every inch of their bodies. Jungkook had a full sleeve that connected to the tattoo that went down his back. Jimin’s tattoos were scattered, some on his ribs, one on his wrist, a crescent moon on his hip, and he even had a belly button piercing.

Jungkook shook his head, trying to move his long locks off his blindfold, not caring for the extra weight on his eyes, but you moved closer to him, pushing his hair back with your hands. He sighed in happiness at your closeness, your breasts brushing against his face purposely to tease him. He didn’t try to touch them, knowing better than that.

“Such a good boy, Kookie. You’re always so good for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, m-mommy,” he stuttered in response, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Your hand ran down his taut chest, fingertips brushing his pert nipples. Jungkook refrained from moaning, his body flushing with heat, cock twitching as he exhaled profoundly.

“What about our Min? Are you a good boy, too?” Your tone was a bit harsher. Jimin pouts, but he knew it was his antics that led to the both of them being brats. Jimin was always the ringleader, and you knew better than to fall for his cute pouts when he could turn around in a millisecond and have you on your knees.

“I’m good,” he responded, moving closer to Jungkook to hold his hand. You chuckled. Taking the rope in your hand and tying Jungkook’s right hand to the headboard, Jungkook made a noise of surprise but otherwise remained silent.

Your heels clicked on the floor, making your way around the bed to tie Jimin’s left hand to the headboard. A pair of scissors sat on each of the nightstands for precaution.

“I’m gonna climb over you, Jimin. No touching, either of you,” you knew they couldn’t see your pointed glare, but you got the response you wanted anyway as you carefully climbed over Jimin. Your breasts purposely pushed against his face, his strained exhale making you grin. Jungkook remained frozen in his spot, both men holding hands as you finished climbing over Jimin and kneeled between them.

You could already feel your arousal pooling in your panties. You didn’t think you would be able to tease them for long, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Pick up your hands and place them on the headboard,” both men did as they were told, your black rope winding around their wrists, making sure they weren’t too tight and checking in on both of them to make sure they were okay. You tied their hands together, your heart warm at the sight of them still with their fingers laced.

“Kookie, I’m gonna climb over you, okay? Stay still for me, baby.”

“Yes, mommy.” You climbed over him, making sure not to squish him accidentally as you righted yourself once again, your hand wrapping around Jungkook’s hard cock.

A gasp escaped him, followed by a groan and a broken cry of your name before you released him.

“Safeword?” You asked as you stepped back, taking a moment to get out of your panties.

“Moon,” both stated immediately.

“Good,” you responded before instructing Jungkook to open his mouth and lift his head for you. He did as he was told, immediately feeling the ball gag in his mouth. “I’ll need you to use finger signals tonight, baby. You remember them?”

Jungkook held one finger up for yes/keep going.

“What’s the sign to slow down?” you questioned him, securing the ball gag. Jungkook gave you a peace sign to slow down, and you asked for the signal to stop/no. Jungkook crossed his index and middle finger.

“Does it feel okay?”

One finger.

“Is it too tight?”

Crossed fingers.

“Would you like me to take it off?”

Crossed fingers.

You decided to leave Jungkook’s blindfold on for now as you gently stroked his cock, his body trembling beneath your touch as your lips gently tugged on his earlobe. The anticipation built in him, excitement coursing through his body, arousal pooling deep in his abdomen.

Jungkook's soft coos were muffled, his wrists tugging at his restraints, but you stopped him with a pat on his thigh.

Jimin could hear his boyfriend but had no idea what it was you were doing to him. Each of Jungkook’s moans went directly to his cock, making it dribble with pre-cum. Jimin inhaled deeply, his hips rising off the bed a half-inch as a whine escaped him. He wanted your attention, craved it as he heard more of Jungkook’s dulcet moans.

“Mommy,” Jimin whined, a pout on his lips as he wriggled in bed. You smirk, your hand ghosting over his thigh for a second before rising off the bed and grabbing something from the drawer in the nightstand.

Jimin feels a weight on his cock, but he tries not to get too eager about you touching him because he knows there’s always more to it. He’s correct, of course, as you hit the switch on the cock-ring, causing it to vibrate. Jimin groans, soft cries escaping his lips. You remove his blindfold, wanting to see the neediness in his eyes. Your hand caressing his cheek as you watch him intently.

Beside him, Jungkook can hear the soft buzzing of the device, curious to know what’s going on, but he remains still until he feels your hands on him once again. Your fingers brush his sensitive nipples, a groan escaping his lips.

You tease him, your tongue flicking his nipples before gently blowing on them. Jungkook squirms, pulling on the restraints as you kiss your way down his body, your tongue licking his heated skin, swirling around his belly button, toying with his belly ring. He yearns to touch you, to feel you in his hands and kiss you freely. Your featherlight touches are driving him mad, wanting to be engulfed in pleasure, devoured by you. Jimin's whiny moans and whimpers only add fuel to the fire, wanting to please him as much as you are. He knows he'd do well, he's your good boy after all.

Jungkook’s thighs clench, muscles rippling as your hands grip them, squeezing them as you kiss each side of his hips.

“Is this okay, Kookie?” You ask, waiting for him to raise a finger or two. When you see one raised finger, you continue kissing his thighs. Jimin whines from beside him, cock drooling pre-cum. You smile, taking pity on him as you take the cock ring off. He sighs in relief, but it’s short-lived as he realizes you’re no longer touching him and he’s no longer being stimulated.

You return your attention to Jungkook. The panting mess he’s become arouses you. His long hair drapes over the blindfold, adding unnecessary weight over his eyes. You take the blindfold off him, smiling when his eyes meet yours. “Hi sweetheart,” you whisper, pecking his lips before kissing him fervently.

Jimin watches from the sidelines, wishing it was him receiving your touch or maybe touching you and your bound boyfriend—he's not sure which he'd prefer. Your hands roam down Jungkook's body, feeling every delectable inch of muscle before your touch is ghosting over his cock. Your thumb smears a bead of pre-cum over the head of his cock, a stuttered breath escaping Jungkook. You chuckle at his response, wrapping your hand around him to stroke him at a leisurely pace. Whimpers escape him, head moving side to side as your lips press a kiss to the underside of his dick. The moment your tongue swirls around him, he's gone.

Jungkook tugs at his restraints, groaning when your mouth wraps around him as you bob up and down on his length. Pleasure courses through his body, his hand clutching Jimin’s for dear life as you deep throat him, sending him into the heavens.

Jungkook’s moans are muffled, drool running down his chin as you continue to suck him off. You tease him with your tongue, laving at his cock with an unquenchable hunger.

Jimin groans, his cock throbbing at the sweet sounds his boyfriend released, his fingers pressing into Jungkook’s hands. Soft moans fill the room, encouraging you to continue your actions.

Jungkook is nothing more than a puddle of mush by this point. You’ve deep-throated him and edged him more than ever before. He’s seen stars and higher beings each time his eyes have closed for longer than a second.

Jimin whines from beside Jungkook, wanting your attention. You pull off Jungkook, smirking when he whines in protest.

“Jimin couldn’t wait for you to cum, apparently. Jimin’s just too needy, aren’t you baby?” You ask with a lilt in your voice.

“S-sorry, Koo-Kookie,” Jimin apologizes.

Jungkook grunts, tugging on his restraints. You lean over Jungkook, easily undoing the ball gag. Jungkook glances at his boyfriend, a scowl on his face.

“It was my turn! Mommy!” Jungkook huffs as he continues to pull on the restraints, hips bucking upward as his cock sits red and angry on his abdomen, pre-cum pooling on his skin.

Your nails run up and down Jimin’s thick cock, your mouth watering at the sight of it drooling pre-cum. You swallow thickly, fighting to remain in control. You can’t lie, however, thoughts of Jungkook and Jimin on top of you, filling you to the brim, fill your mind but you push those thoughts away.

“Are you gonna be good for mommy?” You ask. Jimin stares up at you, blinking and nodding as you wrap your hand around his cock. “Good. Mommy doesn’t like bad boys.”

Jimin whimpers, a pout on his plump lips. You lean down to kiss him, grinning when he sighs happily. Your hands run down his chest, fingers brushing his nipples. A sinful moan escapes him, making you clench around nothing. You smirk, your lips planting kisses on his heated skin, tongue teasing the ridges of his abs as you come to his belly button ring. You kiss around it, your lips leaving a mark underneath his belly button before your lips tug on the piercing. Jimin grunts, cock twitching as he loses himself to the sensation. He’s putty in your hands.

“Like that, baby?” Jimin nods, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your lips finally wrap around his cock.

You tease him with your tongue, listening to every delicious moan and groan that falls from his lips. Your thighs press together in search of relief, but there’s none to be found. Jimin calls you mommy. His chest rising and falling as he falls into a pool of need. He needs you, craves you. He can never have enough of you as your tongue licks a fat stripe from base to tip.

“I need you, mommy,” he whimpers, his hand clenching Jungkook’s for support. Jungkook whimpers at not having any attention for the past few minutes.

“Please…. Mommy!” Jungkook pleads as he licks his lips, aching to be touched and to touch you. You give in, bobbing your head up and down on Jimin’s cock while your hand wraps around Jungkook’s.

A satisfied sigh escapes both men.

You focus most of your attention on Jimin. Your lips wrapped around him, tongue teasing his slit, tasting his pre-cum. Your eyes shut as you take him deeper, listening to him try to escape his restraints. But it’s useless. He’s secured to the headboard just like your sweet Kook.

Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s hand that’s laced with his as you straddle him. He's eager to get his relief. Jimin is putty in your hands, completely malleable.

“Mommy!” Jimin rasps as you straddle him, your hand stroking his cock, teasing at your entrance before you sink on him.

“M-mommy,” comes the stuttered moan as Jimin resists the urge to thrust upward. You sneer, loving the way he bites his plush bottom lip to keep from fucking into you.

“That’s a good boy. Aren’t you an angel?” You grin.

“Y-yes,” comes his stuttered reply as you grind down on him, his cock throbbing in your velvety walls. Jimin succumbs to the pleasure, head rolling side to side as euphoria flushes through his veins, your name rolling off his tongue as he loses himself in you.

“No, no, no,” he cries, coming inside you. Tears run down his cheeks, knowing he’s displeased you by orgasming so fast.

“Tsk, Jimin,” you sigh. Carefully, you wipe his tears away with your thumbs before climbing off him.

“I-I'm sorry,” he apologizes, a few tears rolling down his cute cheeks.

“Perhaps Kookie can hold out longer. Such a disappointment,” you tut. Jungkook squeezes his hand in reassurance, in solidarity, before he feels you straddling him.

“You won’t disappoint mommy, right? You’ll be a good boy for me?” you ask with a raised brow.

“I hope so. I can’t take any more disappointment,” you scoff, leaning over to caress his face lovingly. Jungkook tugs on his restraints, wanting to follow your hand as you pull away from him.

“Nuh-uh, baby boy. You get what I give you and nothing more. Understood?”

“Yes, m-mommy,” he stutters, cheeks flushing red. Cock throbbing as your hand wraps around him, stroking him languidly. In a rare occurrence of niceness and weakness, you undo Jimin’s restraints, allowing him to be free.

“Be a good boy, Min, and kiss our sweet Kookie. Hands above his waist,” you scowl at him. Jimin blushes under your gaze, nodding in compliance as his plump lips meet Jungkook’s. Jungkook has one free hand. It falls limp on the bed, not sure if he’s allowed to touch his boyfriend.

“Don’t touch his cock, he’s not been a good boy today. Bad, Minnie. Such a fucking brat, can’t listen to instructions,” you shake your head and Jimin whimpers, pouting. You hate how it softens your heart, resisting the urge to kiss the pout off his lips.

Instead, Jungkook’s hand finds yours as you pin it beside his head. Your lips trailing kisses from his lips, down his jaw, and to his neck. You nip and suck on the sensitive flesh, mewling at every dulcet sound that escapes his parted lips.

Your hands roam down his body freely, lingering on his sensitive nipples. Your name rolls off his tongue, heady and full of lust as your tongue swirls around a nipple. Your hand wraps around his cock, stroking every thick inch of his. He pants, hair draped over his eyes as your hand continues to stroke him.

“Mommy,” he gasps, back arching upward. His eyes roll back, pretty lips pleading for more as he writhes beneath you. Jimin groans, wanting some sort of relief for his boyfriend. You kiss Jungkook, tongues laced together, gripping his hair in your hand to hold him in place before you straddle his hips.

“Are you a good boy, Kook? Are you gonna be good for me?” You ask. Jungkook whines in response, nodding eagerly. Jimin watches from the sidelines, licking his lips as your hand wraps around your boyfriend's cock, stroking it before lining it up at your entrance.

“Oh, fuck.” Jungkook can’t help but curse, mouth agape as pleasure sears through his veins. His eyes flutter shut, his pretty lashes resting on his cheekbones. Jimin bites his bottom lip, wishing it were him beneath you as your hands stroked Jungkook’s chest, fingertips brushing his nipples.

“Mommy, please,” Jungkook begs, his eyes opening the tiniest bit. Your hand caresses his cheek, your thumb running over his cheekbone. He sure was beautiful, and it had your breath catching in your throat. You raise your hips, sinking on him, nails dragging down his torso. Jungkook grunts, resisting the urge to fuck up into you. His head moves from side to side, breath caught in his throat as you ride him slowly.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” you ask, rolling your hips. Jungkook whimpers in response, nodding furiously. “So g-good for you.”

You reward him with a fervent kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips to twine with his. His hand grips your hip tightly, rolling his hips with yours. You guide his hand to your clit, his thumb rubbing it in circles, listening to the cries that spill from your lips.

“So good for me.” you bite your lip, head lolling back as you rise and fall on his cock, feeling him deep in your abdomen. Your hands explore every inch of his taut skin, nails dragging over his hips. Jungkook moans, melting under your touch as you use him for your own pleasure.

Jimin watches on with bright wide eyes. You take pity on him, grabbing him by the nape of his neck to pull him into a kiss, swallowing his soft moans.

Jungkook pouts, not liking his attention taken away once again. He plants his feet firmly on the mattress, thrusting upward, startling you. He grins when your kiss with Jimin ends.

“Brat,” you huff, your hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing the sides. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, head lolling into the pillow beneath his head, his hair splayed as he writhes side to side.

Jimin looks at you before looking down at his boyfriend. “Can I?”

“Sure, baby.” Jimin grins, leaning down to flick his tongue on Jungkook’s pert nipple. Jungkook cries out, his body tingling with pleasure, his hips thrusting into you once again.

“Please, please, please!” He’s not sure what he’s asking for, but he knows he’ll meet his end soon and he can’t stand the thought of coming before you. He wants to please you, satisfy you.

You grab Jungkook’s hand, lacing your fingers with his as you ride him. Saccharine moans fill the room, your thighs trembling, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, your skin growing clammy. You can feel your body nearing its high, so close you can almost taste it as you continue to ride Jungkook.

“Mommy!” Jungkook grips your hips tightly, Jimin sucking on his neck and chest to help him along.

“Baby! Jungkook!” you cry, eyes shut as you take his fingers into your mouth, suckling them while you ride him for all he’s worth.

Jimin looks at you with an apologetic look on his face as his hand wraps around his cock, jerking it quickly as his sweet moans fill the space between the three of you. You can’t even find it in you to scold him for touching himself without permission, your orgasm hanging by a thread.

“Open, Kook! Open wide for me,” you demand and Jungkook does as he’s told, his mouth open and waiting. He moans for you as his thighs quiver with anticipation. You feel so warm and wet wrapped around his throbbing erection, pulsating around him. Fuck.

“Mommy!” Jimin and Jungkook cry out, biting their lips as their eyes flutter shut. Jungkook pants, sticking his tongue out as you lean over him to spit in his mouth. He moans, swallowing it right after, his heated gaze meeting yours.

“Jungkook! Jimin!” you cry out their names, tumbling over the edge as your breasts bounce while you ride Jungkook through your orgasm and his. He grunts, squirming beneath you as he crumbles from the euphoria he’s feeling. Jimin whimpers, coming at the sight of his two lovers coming undone in front of him. He jerks his cock until he’s sure he’s milked every drop of cum out of it, moaning and sighing in content as he lies back beside Jungkook, kissing him.

“Fuck,” you breathe, feeling the rapid beating of your heart as you carefully climb off Jungkook, lying at his side, your hands undoing the remaining restraint on his wrist. Jungkook thanks you, clenching and unclenching his wrist before you plant a kiss on it.

“That felt so good,” Jungkook giggles, curling into your side. You wrap your arms around him, kissing his forehead before reaching out for Jimin and doing the same.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, moving to squeeze between them before they each curl on one of your sides, eager to be held and cuddled by you.

You’re generous with your cuddles, kisses, and praises, loving on both your boyfriends until they’re sleepily caressing your body, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

You bring each of their wrists to your lips, kissing the faint marks on them. Jimin snuggles into your side, his head on your chest as he drapes his arm over your hip, his fingers lacing with Jungkook’s.

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent. His body pressed against your back, his lips pressing soft kisses on your skin. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right between your boyfriends. Nothing in this world could be better. Nothing.

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dxnbii · 3 years ago

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☆ —— welcome to infinite entertainment! it's MOON DANBI, who is the BASSIST of TIDAL. i’ve heard whispers that the 24 year old is pretty FREE-SPIRITED but lowkey FANICFUL. also, doesn’t she remind you of YOO JIMIN (KARINA)?

Hello amigos! Its ya girl Emma (eden & jooha mun) here once again delivering my sweet baby, Danbi. I’ve missed her and wanted to bring this girlie back for a while so please show her some love. I’ve made a little pinterest board for her HERE in case yall want a closer look at what she’s like. If you’d like to plot please like this and I will come to you!

Here’s some stuff to know about Danbi

Unplanned and unwanted, Danbi is the result of unprotected sex. Her mother was just 19 when she found out she was pregnant with not just one child but two.

When her mother ran away from her responsibilities, Danbi’s grandparents took her in and raised her as their own. She always did wonder about the absence of her parents, but she never felt like she was missing anything. She was showered with love and thats all she could really ask for.

Her grandparents used to sing and hum while doing home chores. It’s where Danbi developed a love for music. And when she was old enough her grandfather taught her to play the guitar. They used to have little talent shows at home. Danbi would sing and play the guitar that was practically twice her size while grandpa played the drums. She had discovered she loved to perform.

She started exploring with other instruments and found that they were fun, but after finding the bass she found that nothing else compared to it.

Danbi was 14 when she joined her company as a trainee and only 17 when she debuted. However it didnt happen like she always expected. There’d been rumors floating around that her company was planning to debut a girl group sometime soon and Danbi was hopeful she’d get a spot. However word got spread that Danbi also played a myriad of instruments. And just like that she was plucked out of her comfy spot amongst the other trainees and thrown into TIDAL.

TW: Cyber Bullying. However debut wasn’t anything like she had hoped for. She wasn’t well received at all. The public can be nasty and constant hate comments at such a young age were hurtful and took a toll on her. Everything she did was under constant scrutiny. If her skirt was too short or she wore too much make up she was a whore. If she covered up she was a prude. If she looked at another male idol too long she was a pick me girl. She could never win.

It wasn’t until she finally understood that she couldn’t please everyone that she finally stopped caring. It allowed her to be her true self and express herself to the fullest without fear of judgement.

She’s been away filming a new drama. Stoopid infinite messed up her schedule. But she’s happy to be back and get to catch up with friends and fans.

Fun facts!!

Danbi has a fraternal twin brother who never lets her forget shes three minutes younger

Has an immense love of fashion. Her closet cant fit all her clothes but she cant stop buying. Someone take away her credit card.

She does not handle pain well and knowing that she still got nipple piercings for her 21st birthday. She cried the entire time.

Learned spanish by watching novelas on her downtime.

Scott Pilgrim is def the reason she picked up the bass guitar.

Has a yellow bike with daisy prints and a white basket in the front and she takes it for late night rides.

smol but mighty!!

possible plots??

danbi has dabbled in acting and you muse was her costar. maybe they got along. maybe they didnt. maybe the onscreen romance started becoming too real. we can discuss!

your muse took danbi under their wing. she looks up to them. idolizes them. they can do no wrong in her eyes.

exes. good/bad. lettuce discuss!

danbi and your muse were trainees together. inseparable. but after debut they lost touch and it was inevitable that they changed over the years. trying to rekindle a friendship is hard

danbi and you muse have never interacted. the only time they’ve come across each other is when they pass each other in the halls of the company and now backstage of the tour. however fans are busy making conspiracy videos that these two are dating from the one time they made eye contact at an award show. (ex. those taehyung and tzuyu secretly dating evidence vids) now they’re partnered up to work on a stage for the tour and things are awkward.

#infinite:intro #might add more later #please ignore any typos flkjsdlk

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lavenderfluorite14 · 4 years ago

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Such Sweet Delirium

Reiji Sakamaki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Laito Intrudes on an experiment gone wrong. Reiji loses his cool.

Explicit, 18+ |TW: Dubious Consent/Non-Con, Drugged Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Blood Sucking, Ownership Kink, Female Reader, Breast Worship, Hickeys, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Begging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Possessive Reiji, Light Edging, Canon Typical Reiji Cruelty, I couldn’t just write porn I had to write a character study too lol, Slight Laito x Reader, Tagging non-con for the consent issues surrounding drugged sex, Reader is conscious and responsive but very high

Word Count: 2331

A/N: Please be mindful of the tags! This is the most explicit thing that I have ever written lmaoooo 🥂

Read it on AO3!

Reiji’s lab spun in a nauseating carousel of color. The last thing you remembered was drinking a beautiful, shimmering liquid that Reiji said he had brewed himself. It fizzed all the way down your throat, an insistent warmth quickly spreading throughout your body. Now sprawled across his sofa, you surrendered to dizzying oblivion. Somewhere above you, Reiji scribbled furiously in a black notebook, tutting irritably.

“Tell me what you are feeling. Be specific.” You swallowed thickly at the order, begging your tongue to move.

“The…...the room…..the room is-”

“Spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“S-spinning. The room….is spinning” you slurred.

“How fast?”

“Fast.”

“I said how fast?”

“I….I can’t….”

Reiji tsked angrily, snapping his notebook shut. Flinching, you tried to turn away from his sharp gaze but a cold hand pinned you flat against the couch. Your delayed reaction time was no match for his vampiric strength.

“I can feel your heart racing from here,” he said, curling over you, pinning your wrists above your head. “Had I known you were such weak prey I would have given you a smaller dose. It isn’t as fun when you can’t fight back.” You wriggled underneath him, jerking weakly against his cruel grip. Reiji laughed, amused at your feeble attempts to escape.

“Although, I don’t hate this delirious expression,” he murmured, lowering his face towards yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by his hungry stare. “I suppose this isn’t bad every once and a while.” His rich baritone rumbled in your ear, his proximity making you tremble.

“I didn’t think I’d interrupt this so soon,” interrupted a dark chuckle. Laito lounged against the doorframe of the lab, eyeing your entwined forms. “You must really like this one, Reiji,” he teased. Reiji’s iron grip tightened around your wrists and you whimpered pitifully. “It’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking,” Reiji spat imperiously. “I knocked, but you didn’t answer!” Laito insisted, his eyes glinting with mirth. “But now I can see you were a bit distracted.” You lolled your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the intruder. Laito’s smirk widened.

“Christ, what did you do to her?”

“Such language is atrocious. You shouldn’t speak that way.”

“You fucked up the dosage, didn’t you?” Reiji shot up quickly at the accusation, swiping his notebook from the couch as he crossed briskly back towards his desk. Laito’s smirk cracked into a grin.

“Do you need something, Laito?” Reiji asked coolly. As Reiji began tidying his work space, Laito sauntered over to the couch, his green gaze boring into you. Crouching down, he gently brushed his fingers across your cheek. You shivered under his cold touch. “I came for the aphrodisiac you promised me,” Laito said, trailing his fingers down your neck. He stopped to trace the hollow of your throat, caressing it with his thumb. “But if you don’t have it, I’m sure there are other ways we can pass the time inst-”

“Of course I have it,” Reiji scoffed. Plucking a vial of blue liquid from his stores, he crossed the room and offered it to Laito. “Now please take it and leave.” Reiji’s words hung in the air like frost. Laito rose languidly, like a cobra rearing back to strike, then swiped the vial from Reiji’s gloved hand.

“Maybe next time, Bitch-Chan,” Laito said, winking at you. “And Reiji,” Laito called, pivoting in the doorframe for one last jab. “I know it can be hard to control yourself, especially this close to a full moon, but try not to tear this one up like the last one, ok? You should save some for the rest of us.”

“Get out!” Reiji snarled, storming across the room. Laito darted off, disappearing as quickly as he had come. Reiji slammed the door behind him.

The ceiling swam before you in lethargic swirls of periwinkle. You had no idea what Laito meant, but you could feel Reiji fuming in the doorway. What was he talking about? Reiji never lost his cool. You couldn’t imagine him doing something like that. “You let him touch you,” Reiji seethed.

“Reiji, I...I didn’t….I didn't want-”

“Please be silent.Your behavior today has been dreadful.” Reiji prowled towards the couch, his long shadow casting a dark pall across your face. You closed your eyes, terrified to meet his furious eyes. “You couldn't do a thing?” He queried, towering above you. “You couldn’t cry out? Or swat him away?” His voice was ice.

“I…..I froze….”

“I suppose that’s to be expected from a woman like you,”

“I’m so-sorry,”

“How should I punish my little harlot?” Finally bending down towards you, Reiji cupped your face firmly with his gloved hand. “Your pupils are still so dilated. I doubt you’d feel my whip at all.” The thought made you shiver, and not completely out of fear. Reiji thumbed your lip idly as he thought.

“Suck….my blood?” He tsked at your suggestion.

“You ask for it so brazenly, sometimes I think you enjoy it. Hands up.” You heaved your arms up over your head as Reiji smoothly rolled your top up your body, tossing it aside once it was completely off.

“I suppose it’s my fault. I’ve been too lax with you,” he mused, settling firmly on top of you. You were particularly aware of his pelvis, pressing insistently against the cradle of your thighs. He cupped your face, drawing you close. “I need to teach you exactly who you belong to,” he said, his gaze drifting down hungrily to the column of your neck. “I’ll remind you so thoroughly of your place that even a dumb whore like you will be able to remember who owns her,” he promised, sinking his teeth viciously into your throat.

Reiji’s first bite was hard and precise, the sharp pain briefly thrusting you into lucid panic. But soon you were left with the warm afterglow of pleasure in the wake of its pain. It never stopped hurting, not entirely, but his bites always left you with a fluttering warmth. Reiji’s mouth was on you. You couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Reiji began a fast, desperate rhythm that pulled blood from you quickly, sending you reeling. You whimpered as your world whirled impossibly faster. When darkness began to flicker at the edges of your vision Reiji pulled away, burying his face into your neck. “You bring out the worst in me,” he sighed. Mouthing along your throat, he continued downward towards your collarbone. You braced yourself for another bite, but recoiled sharply when Reiji placed a delicate kiss upon your chest.

“Look at me, jealous of that pervert.” He kissed your chest again, skimming his fingers across the delicate skin of your décolletage. “Arch your back.” Curving your spine upwards, your body brushed against Reiji’s lean frame. You trembled as his hands ghosted along your back, making their way towards the clasp of your bra. Reiji unhooked it with quick ease then tossed the lacy fabric away, greedily cupping your naked breasts. A thin, breathy gasp escaped from you as Reiji dipped between them, kissing your soft curves. You tangled your hands in his hair, humming your approval. In response he tweaked your nipple harshly, sending a jolt of pain through your cloud of pleasure. You yelped at the enticing contrast.

“Let me remind you of your place. You are nothing more than food to me,” he said, pinching your nipple again with a renewed vengeance. You drunkenly brought your hands back to push him away, but he easily pinned them back above your head. “You are meat. Your blood is the only worthwhile thing about you.” Reiji sunk his teeth into the swell of your breast, drawing deep from you. Crying out, you tried to ignore the pleasure his bite ignited in you, trying to focus only on the pain.

“I can taste your arousal,” he groaned between mouthfuls. “Does your masochism know no bounds?” Reiji’s insults didn’t last as he dove back down again to litter your chest with angry bites. He’d kiss you, so tenderly it was almost painful, then pierce your sensitive skin with his sharp, pointed fangs. Once satisfied, he’d lick, suck and kiss the abused spot until an angry mark began to form. He left bruises everywhere in his wake, a garden of purple hickeys blossoming across your breasts.

The drug made it nearly impossible to meaningfully fight back but you didn’t really want to. Reiji’s words stung, but you so rarely had his attention like this. Was it because the full moon was close? You knew vampires had trouble controlling their urges when the moon was full. And Reiji so desperately wanted control: of his brothers, of you, of himself. Was this frenzied beast the real Reiji, or was his protesting, rigid persona the real him? Impossibly, you knew he had to be both. Both enraptured and repulsed by his own desires and completely unable to hide it. That was really why he was mad. Reiji’s wet tongue interrupted your musings as he lapped against your sore nipple, sending a shudder through your entire body. Unable to remove your wrists from his grasp, you retaliated by wrapping your legs around his hips, trapping him against you. Now it was Reiji’s turn to shudder, rutting himself against your core. He was hard.

“My, you really are out of it,” he murmured, grinding himself against you openly. “It’s the only explanation.”

“Explanation for what?” You panted, trying to match his thrusts. Reiji released your wrists, propping himself up on his left arm. Delicately biting the fabric across the tip of his pointer finger, he slid his glove from his hand. Ripping it away, Reiji’s bare hand skimmed down your body and over your curves. Flipping up your skirt, his fingers slid between your thighs.

“For this,” he says, tracing your wetness through your panties. Your eyes fluttered shut. “Reiji,” you breathed, arching towards his fingers.

“Say my name,” Reiji ordered softly, dipping underneath the fabric and rewarding you with long, firm strokes. You called his name again and he moved up towards your clit, circling it once before quickly pulling away. You whined at the loss.

Reiji begins a vicious rhythm, rubbing your clit with firm circles, then backing off when your pleasure mounts. He only returns to your clit when you beg him to, crying out for him. Fisting your hands in his shirt, you whine in frustration as a needy ache builds inside you. Reiji just smirks down at you, enjoying your torment. When tears start building in your eyes, he finally slides a slender finger into your heat. Beckoning upward along your inner wall, he firmly massages your g spot. Mindlessly, you grind down on his fingers, chasing your pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks, his ruby eyes alight with lust.

“You do,” you gasp.

“I asked you who,” he demanded, cruelly massaging your inner wall. You jerk at the pressure, almost cresting over the plateau.

“Reiji! Reiji Sakamaki!” you cry, desperate for release.

“Good girl,” he smirks, thumbing your clit. You gasp in delight, the rough, consistent circles of his fingers finally hurtling you towards your peak. “You don’t deserve this,” he growls in your ear, his deep velvety voice bewitching you. “But when I see you like this, I can’t stop myself. You’re mine.” Your orgasm hits you hard, squeezing Reiji’s fingers in hot contractions. Pleasure washes over you in a wave, your entire being gently pulsing. Reiji smugly guides you through your orgasm, only stopping his ministrations once your twitching has ceased. You sigh, melting back into the cushions of the couch. Above you, a belt buckle clinks.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Reiji says, gripping your thighs and yanking you forcefully back towards him. As he settles above you, he presses the tip of his member against your eager entrance. Pushing forward, Reiji sinks into you with ease. “My little harlot is so wet for me,” he teases, before setting a ruthless pace.

Reiji fucks you selfishly, chasing his own pleasure now that he’s satisfied yours. You lay back, still enjoying the lingering effects of his drug. His thrusts pull soft, pleasured moans from you as he plunges desperately into you. Closing your eyes, you revel in the sensations, happy to let him use you. Occasionally he’ll sheathe himself all the way inside of you and grind desperately against your cervix, trying to get as deep as he can.

“I can’t believe you like this. That you like me,” he pants softly, definitely to himself. Reiji lets you pull him down so that he is completely flush against your body. “I do. I like you, Reiji.” A groan rips from him and he stills, spilling himself inside of you.

You stay that way for a moment, holding each other tenderly in the afterglow of your love-making. You wish you could stay like this, enjoying the feeling of his body as it presses you into the cushions, gently stroking his back as both of your breathing returns to normal. But Reiji recovers faster than you do. “I’ll clean you up,” he offers, his tone clipped.

Reiji cleans you thoroughly with a warm wet towel, which feels strange but is not unenjoyable in your impaired state. It’s deeply intimate in a way that is definitely uncomfortable, but you think it’s his way of taking care of you. You close your eyes, pliant. His large hands drift over your body, tugging your top back over you and righting your skirt. Once he is finished you curl on your side, completely spent and ready to sleep. As you begin to drift off, you feel something warm and soft envelop you. A blanket? Maybe. Where did he get a blanket?

Reiji watches as you snuggle into the blanket he has recently taken to keeping in his desk, a genuine smile flickering across his stern features.

#reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers #reiji x reader #Reiji Sakamaki x Reader #my little harlot #the night shift

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years ago

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A Taste of Envy (Le Comte de Saint Germain X MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x MC (Female)

Warning: NSFW and there are spoilers featuring Comte’s real name.

Requested by: Anonymous

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“Come closer to me,” Comte murmured, encircling his arms around MC’s body. Enclosing her between the muscles that defined the cuts of his thighs, water rippled around them as her body swayed into his. He felt the contractions of her chest as she reconciled into his embrace, eliciting a serene sigh from the vampire. The slight distance between them had become more than his tolerance allowed him to bear, and her touch was the only cure to settle the fray of nerves still rattled from the encounter earlier.

Previously that evening the couple had attended a ball being hosted by an acquaintance of the pure blood to celebrate the night of Hallow’s Eve. Whilst his partner’s natural charm enchanted the attenders of the party, a green-eyed monster nearly engulfed all sense of the pride endured when one of the guests was acting too familiar after succumbing to a substantial amount of liquor. Undeterred by the stranger’s advances, there was no hesitation in Comte’s actions when he whisked her away back to the safety of his own mansion. Resolved in wanting to cleanse her pureness from the sins that were cast upon MC from the man’s lecherous behavior prior, Comte was pleased when she conceded on with his invitation to join him for a bath to unwind.

“Your angelic face is flushed, ma cherie,” the husk of Comte’s voice purred into MC’s ear. “Perhaps the bath water too warm for your liking this evening?” The sense of rationality that was embodied into the foundation in the whims of his beliefs, was cloaked by his desires of his envy. The shine of the full moon illuminated through the colossal window in the bathroom, and her beauty went beyond what words were capable of portraying as she basked in the moonlight.

He wanted-no! Not wanted but needed. He needed her. And he needed MC to understand he was the only one worthy vying for her affections. His fingers traveled and roamed the length of her body, delivering tantalizing caresses as he kneaded away at the softness of her delicate skin. She shivered when the back of his hand grazed across the side of her wet neck, to sweep the damp curls of her hair to the side of her flushed neck.

“You know exactly why already, Abel,” she whimpered, as his lips grazed against the bareness of her clammy shoulder. The occurrence was rare when MC referred to the man by his real name, but when the words rolled from the tip of her tongue when his touch left her undone was enough to awaken the carnal craving within him. His cock twitched in greed, evoking a gasp of bewilderment when MC felt him suddenly press against her lower back.

A sensuous moan escaped MC when the distraction of Comte’s protruding fangs pressed against the smoothness of her skin, dragging them closer to the sweet spot on her neck the vampire acquainted as one of the woman’s acclaimed erogenous zones. The tips of his fangs provocatively pointed into MC’s skin, yet not enough to pierce the barrier keeping Comte from ravaging her. His foreplay was delightful, but the sensation of his erection so close to her heat, combined with the vampire’s fangs close to penetration was driving her mad in a lasciviousness fit. Her hips wiggled in impatience hoping that Comte would finally release MC from his tormentous teasing, yet instead he simply chuckled and only carried on in his mission to provoke her further. Overtaken by horniness, MC knew she no longer accommodate Comte in his game of cat and mouse.

“Now,” she mewled, attempting to grind herself against the friction of his thick arousal that was more than ready to take her. “Do more now. Anything more. I need to feel more of you. Please, my love.”

Rather than submit to her indulgences, Comte reached around to the front of her body, until his palms were cupping the mounds of her breasts. Gently squeezing the sensitive flesh, MC’s head arched back when his fingers toyed with the perkiness of her nipples. His massaging sparked joys of bliss, inducing a tickle between the opening of her thighs.

“I admire how independent of a woman you are, ma cherie,” he sensually crooned into her ear. “However, I’m also infatuated with the way you melt when I’m pleasuring you.”

While one of his hands traipsed over to cover her eyes, the other sauntered down deeper into the water. Deeper and deeper until he brushed the swell of her clit. Wanting to push her further beyond the brink of coherency, Comte’s finger glided beyond her velvet folds and plunged into the heat of her slit. The intrusion was wonderous, and MC’s walls instantaneously clenched around him. With her vision currently blinded by the vampire’s hand, her senses were heightened, and she was tightening around him much sooner than she normally did during one of their traditional lovemaking sessions.

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer,” MC cried out. “You hold my heart, my soul, and my body. Everything I have, I offer to you. There could never be another.”

There they were. There were the words that set Comte free. Oh, how precious this sweet woman was. Little did MC realize that she underestimated how crazy she drove him. Ignoring her objections when he pro tempore freed her from his released, Comte hastily latched his grip on the curves of MC’s waist. He lifted her up by the hips and lowered her down onto the heat of his arousal. MC chewed the bottom of her lip to keep the screams from pouring out while the solid cock of her lover stretched her walls from behind.

“Don’t hold back,” Comte coaxed, knowingly mindful of her attempts to remain quiet. “Let me hear your stunning voice, ma cherie.” While maintaining the rhythm of her bouncing, Comte wasted not a moment’s notice assaulting that special spot on the side of her neck. The slight pain from the insert of his fangs was instantly infused with jolts of pleasure. Her toes curled, and MC’s whines grew louder as her lower belly began to flutter.

She was so close. And Comte was aware. There was no other in the world out there that understood her better than he. Ready to send the woman to heaven, Comte took pause and adjusted himself underneath her. With a powerful snap of his hips, MC screamed out in joy at the welcomed assault. Each thrust became more desperate as he wanted her to remember that only he could instill this blissful feeling upon her. Comte pushed her further and further, resounding in the sounds of her harmonious moans, until at last MC’s body trembled. Uttering a gratifying cry, she collapsed back into the comfort of his toned chest.

“Ah, ma cherie,” Comte groaned, reaching his own climax behind her. He hugged MC closer to him, panting loudly while together they finished coming back down from the high of nirvana they were finding themselves lost in.

“You were lovely as always,” Comte murmured once his breath was regained. She hummed in response, and he nuzzled his chin down to rest on the top of her head. MC joined her hand with his that was encompassed her waist and entwined their fingers.

“Abel?” she softly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence lingering in the air. “Were you…...Were you jealous?”

One of Comte’s worst fears had come to light-MC was bearing witness to one of his weaknesses. A rare shade of crimson stained his cheeks, and he let out an awkward cough before replying.

“I-I suppose my actions were the result of one what may classify as envy,” he murmured, embarrassed she had put the two and two together. His head dropped and Comte tried to turn away in shame, but MC’s elated squeals halted him.

“Abel, you have no idea how happy that makes me,” MC assured, wiping away at a stray tear dripping from her eyelash. “I accept every side of you, but it’s nice to see that even your self-control can waiver at times. You never have to worry about holding yourself back in front of me.”

Turning around to face him, MC clasped the sides of his face. Both leaning in, their lips united, exchanging small and delicate kisses. Small was no longer enough, and their breaths hitched with the escalation of each kiss. Their frantic hands explored each other, refusing to cease until they were tangled up in the locks of the others hair. The water splashing around them had long grew cold, but the heat from their bodies made such a minute detail unnoticeable.

The twinkling moon outside remained high in the sky, continued to shine down on the couple. Lost in their enrapture with each other, Comte and MC forgot about the mansion and the world they lived in. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, spending a countless amount of times reaffirming their love into the late hours of the night.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen vampire fanfic #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire smut #le comte de saint germain #le comte de saint germain smut #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp smut #cybird fanfic

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operation-619 · 4 years ago

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Siren’s lullaby

Geralt of Rivia x WOC/reader

Summary: (Y/N) seeks the Witcher to help her capture the woman that shed the blood of her family. She may have the voice of an angel but her intentions are far from heavenly.

Warnings: Blood, violence, murder, torture, language, nudity, discrimination, abuse/assault your media consumption is your own responsibility, you have been warned 18+

WC- 1.6K

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The ocean flourished under the caress of the afternoon sun; waves lulled softly against the side of the ship as they foamed back into itself, the voices of the men drowned out the song of the birds as they ran about fixing sails and tying ropes. A man sat on the railing of the figure-head and watched carefully as the water rippled around them. His tanned skin glistened with sweat under the sun as he sharpened his knife, his eyes and mind were elsewhere.

A whisper of lust and flesh floated in the air, dancing around his head as he looked of into the distance, his hands worked independently – sharpening the knife on the flat stone he found in the hull of the ship, the motion came naturally to his body after years of repeating the same motion. The whispers grew quietly into a song of men floating to the treasure at the bottom of the sea, where gift beyond men were to be found. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought a ghoul was sat beside him, lips pressed against his ear and lulling him with unforeseen riches.

His eyes casted downwards, watching as the blues and greens mixed together creating an illusion of a fantasy that was always told in fairy tales. A lost city and civilisation of merepeople. He remembers the stories he use to hear from the elders, the upper-body that of a human, and the lower half was that of a fish with tails almost twice the size of their body, decorated in intricate scales and colours, with a fin at the end that helped them propel through the waters. Their hair a celadon-green and nipples of light-green. He remembered how many elders and others of his race were enamoured with their looks calling them nymphs of the sea, singing about their looks and the great power they hold.

But he was a child then, naïve, and simple-minded. Now he’s a man and the branding on his left forearm reminds those he crosses paths with that he is a dangerous man.

“You never think you are going to fall in sir?” his accent catches itself on the syllables, making it seem more pronounced and thicker. The man in question looked over his shoulder, throwing a hearty laugh to his crewman he put his knife back in it pocket and swung his body around before jumping back onto the deck.

“You insult me Mayarnde, all these year on this beauty and you still think I can’t balance myself right.” With a slap on the back, he moved towards the centre of the ship giving orders, joking with his men. The hour of peace brought clarity to his mind, something he needed from the past two moons. He thanked the stars for the peaceful journey, but deep down he really knew the reason, he would be foolish to deny it.

He made his way to back of the ship where the door to his quarters stood red wood splintering with age and the constant battle from the sea. It looked like it could do with a new glaze. The money he was getting paid after this trip would be enough to completely redo the entire ship and there would still be some left over.

“Maybe a visit to a brothel, the men could use the release.” He scratched his head as the thought occurred to him, he hadn’t laid with a woman for two moons. None of his men had, usually when they make a quick stop to grab some previsions, they have time to visit a whore or two. But their current guest was adamant on getting to their destination as quickly as possible. And god was he suffering.

He shut his door behind him and looked over his quarters, the desk was covered in parchments and writing utensils, the table in the middle of the room was completely covered by the map – markings plotting their course and other annotations that made little sense to him, his windows were open letting the warm breeze dance around. The parchments on the dark wooden walls fluttered as the wind gently swayed by, the sound of scribbling told him that someone had awaken.

Taking off his coat and throwing it onto the back of a chair, he wandered over to the map and observed the new markings, a thick circle marked out the city Cintra telling the man that was their final destination. It caused his eyebrows to raise, all this time and not once had he seen any city marked like this one.

“So, he is here then, the one you are looking for?” his violet eyes looked up to the woman hunched over the desk, reading new parchments that had only just arrived by raven. Her (H/C) hair was set free, coiling around her face and down to her navel, her deep-toned skin shone with a light sweat as she sat in the embrace of the sun. He watched her for a second noting the strange celadon-green highlights that would catch the sun every once in a while.

“Mhmm, Minoa told me that she heard talks of him in the area. Last, I know is that no one had seen him for weeks.” She shrugged her shoulders, not once looking up at the man in front of her. “But if Minoa said he was in the area that he is. It kind of her thing.” Her voice always brought a strange sensation over the man. He couldn’t exactly place it but, it felt relaxing almost peaceful.

“When do you want to dock because I saw land. So, we can reach there by the end of tomorrows light.” He rested his hip against the table, his sole focus on the woman. He only now notice that she was wearing his tunic with her trousers. It suited her, it suited her really well.

He really needed to visit a brothel soon.

“We can dock tomorrow, let the men rest, fuck a few whores and drink to get their shit back together. But I won’t leave the ship for a few days.” The language that came from her mouth never ceased to amaze him. When he first met her, he was taken aback by the way she dressed – tunic and trousers but the way she wore them made it seem perfectly fit for her. Her gaze was captivating and pierced his soul as she spoke to him. It trapped him in a trance. She had the air of a regal and noble lady, but the mouth of a sailor. It helped his men feel at ease.

The past two moons had been hard, the constant stopping and starting that only she knew the reason behind. But she helped his men through it, she had plenty of coin to keep their bellies happy throughout their trek across the great sea – meat and drinks that only the finest in life would eat. She was stronger than everyone thought too, she didn’t slink away into the quarter and stay there for the past two moons, she slaved away like the rest of the men. And her fighting skills were beyond anything he’d ever seen.

And he has seen some shit.

She finally looked up from the parchment and held his gaze, her plump lips spread into a soft smirk as she watched the man in front of her dumbly nod his head.

“Sorry Captain Saria, I forget you are not used to a woman using such language. I keep forgetting that, and I will most certainly need to fix my tongue once we land in Cintra.” She puffed out a laugh and bit her bottom lip. It had been some time since she’d been around people. Her life was normally quite and simple, in her term anyway.

She pressed the heel of her palms into her eyes, letting them rest for a moment. She didn’t even remember blinking in the last few hours.

“(Y/N), what exactly are you looking for?” his violet eyes bore into her figure, he waited with bated breath for her to answer. And when her eyes met his, it took everything in him to not falter. It always amazed him how magnificent her eyes were, they could be the most tantalising feature throughout her entire being. One eye a breath-taking colour of (E/C) and the other celadon-green. It did give him some comfort, knowing that there was another out there from an ancient race. Throughout most of his adventures around this world he hardly saw anyone who looked like him, his elven bredrin had become scarce on this harsh world.

He was lucky with the life he has now.

“This man, he.” She put the writing pointe down and stood up from the chair she had been in for the past hour. She came in font of the desk and swiftly pulled herself to sit on top of it. She watched as Captain Saria looked her over, his violet eyes gazed at the shoulders that became exposed when the tunic slipped down.

“We have a lot in common, we are two beings that aren’t accepted in this world, Saria, he is going to help me find the woman that killed my family, my blood.” She brought her left arm forward and used her right hand to slowly roll up the sleeve of the tunic. An angry, jagged scar set itself along the expanse of her forearm. she delicately traced it with her fingers, a light mummer of pain made itself known. She had ran from her past, detached herself from everything she knew and it had worked. She became something she never dreamed of, she doesn’t even recognise her own reflection. (Y/N) looked back up at Saria, his eyes were dull, the sympathy felt mocking to her.

“I am the only one left out of my colony, I had to flee my home and become something I hate because my own home is unsafe. She took everything from me, and I intend to make her suffer.” (Y/N) let her arm flop back down. Her eyes clouded with the memories of her past, the laughter and pain, the children, Her blood.

Her people.

“And the Witcher is going to help me find her.”

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bigkyloenergy · 4 years ago

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𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔𝙀𝘿 𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙈

a witcher!kylo x reader fic. dark themes, smut ahead, my first fic so please leave me alone.

summary: you are a barmaid / stablewoman at an inn in toussaint, kylo ren, one of the last of the witchers from the school of the viper regularly stays at the establishment. you wonder what keeps him coming back.

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For some reason, you found yourself waiting for him.

You’d noticed a routine in his travels, the Viper routinely found rest at the inn you worked at every 3 weeks. Nearly on the dot, which was odd to you. Most of the stories you’d heard of witchers told of contracts in kingdoms you didn’t even know how to pronounce, and The Phesantry wasn’t the most comfy place in Beaumont. Maybe it was because it was close to the palace, maybe he had someone there. You wondered so many things about a man whose eyes were the only thing you’d ever seen of his face. Deep yellow, piercing as the blades he kept, ones to match his title.

The wind warned of a storm as you kneeled at the stables, changing the water that one of the helper boys promised he did. Of course you couldn’t count on them, no one in the damned inn seemed to know any responsibility beyond serving ale.

“Room for one more?” You nearly dropped the rag onto your shoes, not that they weren’t dirty enough. There the Viper stood, holding the reigns of his steed that was as dark as the cloaks he wore, one of the most beautiful you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“For Luxe? Always, she’s the sweetest girl I ever took care of,” first, your eyes went to the mask he donned — one that you swore was carved intricately by a blacksmith, but you’d never gotten close enough to be sure. He didn’t answer you, leading her into the remaining stall you’d just cleaned. His head nearly hit the top of it, and you had to stifle a grin as you looked back to the bucket. Speak, figure out something to say. Anything to say. Keep him out here with you.

“The storm bring you this way?”

Turning to you, he ducked under the archway this time, a raven lock escaping his hood in the process. You forgot how your lungs worked for a moment.

“No. Monster’s nest nearby causing trouble.”

You stood now, still feeling dwarfed in his presence, having to tilt your chin slightly in order to meet his awaiting gaze. Nodding, as if it was a normal day in the neighborhood. “Lucky me then,” shit, you did not just say that, shifting on your boots, you cleared your throat, “more business.”

It wasn’t just how big he was, that you had gotten past — or at least, that’s what you told yourself. Men, normal men, weren’t nearly as tall as your mutant guest, they all still barely met his shoulders in comparison. But the energy, the way the air got thick made you feel aware of each nerve under touch starved skin.

“Business? Ah, for my coin, hm? Not the gwent players I’ve brought you?” You grinned this time, genuinely, circling him only to meet the horse with the cloth you’d been wringing out. Slowly you brushed the journey’s dirt from her eyes, it being much easier to speak with the witcher when you weren’t making eye contact.

“You may as well be some use to me, haven’t you noticed that you have a room now specifically made for you? Do you know why that is, Mr. Viper?” You waited for his response, turning back to him when you didn’t receive one only to find a curious, orange eyed man doing the same, so you continued, “Imprints on the mattress, only a man at a stocking six foot giant can be comfortable in that bed. And do you know how many of those I get here?”

His eye twitched.

“One. Who doesn’t come nearly enough to have a special bed of his own.” He stepped closer, one step, but enough to feel like your vision had suddenly been suffocated by nothing but him.

“And what would I have to do to earn my place?” Fuck. What? Why did his voice sound so damn enticing. You swallowed the saliva collecting in your mouth, trying to grasp a response. A gloved hand reached up, leather skating over your lower lip, edging you further.

“Uh — I’m sure I can find... some work... something,” as your mouth parted with your words, he forced his thumb in, and you gladly took it. Your tongue curled as he pressed down, heat siphoning between your legs while he watched you. Awaiting. A serpent with his prey.

“I’m sure you can,” You wanted him to touch you more, so badly. and if you knew more about his kind you’d know that he could hear every single pump of your heart — note every restriction of breath, “I think we’ve figured it out, haven’t we?”

You sucked in a lungful, the brisk air not the only thing to blame for the gooseflesh that riddled your body. Nodding, this time not being hesitant in your determination to study his eyes — ones carved with violence, promises of death. He collected your skirts in one hand, enough have your legs completely exposed. “Dirty thing. You want this, don’t you? You want me to touch you out here, make you cum in these stables?

Nodding so fast you could of kinked your neck, your supple thighs parted in invitation. Which wasn’t enough for him.

“Say it.”

God damn it. This had to be something out of your dreams. A fantasy you conjured submerged in slumber.

“Yes,” you purred, heavy eyelids fluttering shut, his thumb still hindering your speech, “I want you to touch me, right now, please.”

“Good girl.”

Within a literal blink of an eye, your bodice was torn directly from your chest. Greedy hands found your breasts, leaving your mouth empty and gasping while the harsh leather rolled your nipple between the pads of his digits, earning a soft moan. This only seemed to enable the Viper, hitching one of your legs onto his waist, forcing you onto your toes while your back hit the angled wood that made up the horse-keep. Even in the dark, his hues shone like the sun itself, refusing to break under the moon’s pressure.

Curling into his body, your ankle made like an anchor at the back of his solid thigh, wishing you weren’t wearing shoes so that you may be able to wiggle your toes and feel his length. He gave too much restriction to allow you to push yourself against him, leaving you aching to know if he was hard under the light armor he dressed in.

A finger dipped into your underwear, peeling them from your cunt, hearing a hiss from under his mask when he finally met the saturated folds under them. Swallowing thick, you didn’t even bother to attempt to look behind him — let the boats on the dock have a show, not that they could see anything but your leg past his broad frame. You never thought leather could feel so good, the seam of it meeting your clit in the most delicious way.

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Filthy whore, have you just been waiting for someone to come lift your skirts back here?” His chest pushed you harder against the pillar, your jaw slack with carnal pleasure while he began to circle, tight motions, listening to your body through it. His other palm was secured against your hip, keeping you where he wanted you, now noticing that this was just leaving a better view for him. Your thigh hit the hilt of the dagger at his side when you writhed, hissing through your teeth at the contrast from the warmth radiating from your body.

“Hm.” Your eyes jerked opened the moment he stopped, then his fingers were plunging into you — sending speckles into your hindered vision. His thumb kept within the territory of absolute euphoria, finding a rhythm with the tiny bundle of nerves that had you babbling nonsense, please and yesyesyes wondering how someone could even feel this good. By just using their hand.

The one that kept you still promised bruises into your soft curves, the strand of hair you cherished earlier being met with more as he craned over you, discovering a braid in the mix of tendrils that somehow turned you on further.

“I’m close,” you warned the moment he curled his fingers into you, sweat beading on your bare chest, eye contact much easier when the Viper was lulling you over the edge of an orgasm. Again, your nipple was being stretched, pulled, twisted as an act of further drowning you in this primal delight, this personal gratification right outside of the place you worked.

And it worked, you were plucked at the center, coming completely undone under the stranger’s will. “Fuck, so tight, slut.” He shoved another finger into you for good measure as your ribbed walls clenched around him, a frenzy of motions from your climax descending you into another reality, your moans enough to alert the guests inside of exactly what was being done to you.

Removing himself, you watched him under thick lashes while he mapped out your body, as if he needed one last image for memory before he continued on with his business. But not before his fingers were returning to your mouth, forcing you to taste what he’d just conjured from you, and you sucked every bit off of the rough material as a reward.

“Kylo.” He finally spoke, taking a step to free you from your position against the stables.

“What?” You hadn’t even had time to collect yourself, the skirts falling back over your legs as you attempted to close your bodice in a way that was modest enough to get back to your room.

“My name,” the Viper explained, “I want to hear it next time I make you cum.”

And with that, he was off, leaving you with a muddled mind and swollen cunt.

#i have so many dumb hcs for this #just wanted to get it out #and do it #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren smut #kylo ren x y/n

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soaronmywings · 4 years ago

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Marry Me (EZ x Reader)

Request- I don’t have much of a request, but I know I would love if you could do a tattooed!s/o x ez. She could just have a few select pieces, like him, or is more tattooed like angel. Maybe he loves tracing them, or gets hot and bothered seeing them. Or loves watching you compare pieces with his club brothers 🥺 pretty please

A/N: This started out going in one direction but the took a different turn. I still love it though! Love me some EZ. Sorry it took me so long, @ly--canthrope I legit lost power for two days.

Warnings: Protective!EZ, swearing, minor minor violence, fluff, smut

Sunlight gleamed into the room, pouring over EZ and yourself. It was a long week, you had a rough go at work. Getting cat called and hit on was just one of the many typical things bartenders go through. Especially when the owner had ordered all the girls to sleeze it up, wearing shorts that acted as underwear and shirts cropped to hit just below your breasts. When EZ finally saw what you had to wear, those veins in his arms nearly popped along with the bulging vein down his neck.

“Whoa whoa sweetheart, where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Ezekiel scoffed as his gaze dragged over your body. You had the shirt on with sweats pulled over the shorts. You hiked your bag higher up onto your shoulder and gave him a weary smile. “I uh- Work. Look, Chris is gonna have my head if I’m late.. I’ll talk to you late- Yeah?” You fumbled over your words as you reached for the door handle. Before Ezekiel could say anything, you were out the door.

If only he knew.

When you got to the bar, the owner gave you a filthy look, you weren’t in complete uniform yet. You ducked your head down as you made your way to the back. You put your stuff in the lockers that were provided and slipped off your sweats.

Heading back out into the front after you clocked in, your eyes met EZ’s, and your face grew red of embarrassment. He was with the guys, and his smile dropped when he saw what you were wearing. No one but him should be able to see that you had a dragon going up your ribs, and intertwining itself in the middle of your breasts. He was the only one who should know about your pierced nipples that were ever-so present from your tight fitting shirt. Only Ezekiel.

When some of the Mayans saw the lack of movement from their hermano, they followed his gaze until it landed on you. “Oh shit hermano.” Coco whispered under his breath. You tucked your hair behind your ear and bussied yourself behind the bar.

The entire night you could feel his gaze on you. Angrily sipping his beer as he had to sit there and watch all of these random guys gawk at you. Overhearing an onslaught of “Hey sexy thing” or “You comin’ home with me right?”. You would brush them off, just stating that you had a boyfriend and that you weren’t interested.

When Ezekiel saw one of those dirty pigs drag their hand over your ass while you were walking by, he slammed his beer bottle onto the table. Before he could intervene, you had already handled it though.

You took a handful of this random pendejo’s hair and smashed his face into the bar. Blood oozed from his clearly broken nose. “Never lay a hand on me again cerdo (pig), or that will feel like a kiss on the cheek.” You sneered at him before a smile propped back onto your face as you went to help another customer.

Your boss saw this and stalked over to you, grabbing your arm and yanked you aside. “What the fuck was that hm? Apologize.” Chris was finally going to get what was coming to him. “Y’know what? I’m done. I’ve had enough of your shit. If you didn’t make us dress like low-grade hookers, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” You pushed him off of you and started walking towards the back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” He called out after you. “To spend the night with my boyfriend! I fucking quit!” You shouted back at him while giving him the bird.

Ezekiel dragged his finger over your side, mimicking the path of your tattoo. You stirred in your sleep turning around so that you were now nose to nose with him. His arm went around your torso and pulled you closer. “G’morning baby.” Your voice was laced with sleep as you looked up into his chocolate eyes. EZ curled his mouth into a smile.

“Mornin’.” His lips reached your as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.God, did you love this man, and did he love you. You didn’t realize just how much you handling your own shit turned him on last night. His hand trailed down your spine and landed firmly on your ass.

You loved mornings with Ezekiel. The outside world hasn’t weighed on his mind yet, it was like nothing existed. Just the two of you in your own little world. Your hand went around his neck before pulling him back in, your lips meeting his.

EZ pulled you on top of him, never breaking contact. You pressed your hands against his bare chest as the kiss became needier. His hand went under your shirt and rested on your waist, before you pulled back to take your shirt off. “Te amo mi amor. (I love you my love)” Ezekiel whispered as his hands cupped your breast, sitting up and taking one into his mouth. Your head fell back with a smile plastered on your face as his tongue worked magic around your tender nipples, playing with the piercings as he did so. Your hand trailed down his chest, going further and further until you reached the tent in his briefs.

“Yo también te amo mi alma. (I love you too my soul)” You palmed him through his briefs and raked your free hand over his head. He pulled away from your breast, little marks all over them. His mouth curled into a smile, looking into your big eyes. You tugged at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down enough to let him spring free.

You plopped yourself into EZ’s lap after the little outburst that just happened. His arm tightly woven around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “That was so hot baby.” He purred into your ear. You snuggled closer into his chest, ignoring the eyes of the bloody scumbag or your sleazeball ex-boss.

Chris knew what your boyfriend was a part of, he never really liked the macho bikers. He tried to have you tell the club that they weren’t allowed at the bar. That the club made people scared to come. All you could say is “I can’t control if or when they decide to come by. They’re all big boys’. He didn’t really like that response. “Can I get a round for me and my boys?” You called out to your boss.

Salt in the wound, if you do say so yourself.

His hand went down to your panties, pushing them aside before lightly grazing his thumb across your clit. “So wet for me, amor.” His lips connected to your shoulder, nipping at the skin. “Only for you, Ezekiel. You let out a quiet gasp as you began to pump him in your hands. His mouth climbed up your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he did so.

“I need to be inside you, do you want me inside you baby girl? Want me to fill you up?” The words left his lips, calm and collectively. You pushed his thick cock forward, grinding against him before lining him up with your dripping wet pussy. Gently you sank down on to him, taking him inch by inch before meeting his pelvis with your own.

You stayed there, just enjoying the sensation of fullness of him being inside of you. The two of you weren’t in the mood for anything crazy, just wanted to devour each other’s touch. His thick fingers dug into your ass as you sat there, in one of the most intimate ways you could think of.

You stumbled through the doors of your shared home with EZ not far behind you. “I’m sooooo glad I left that dump. Chris was such a pig!” Your clear intoxicated state made it hard for you to walk straight. Ezekiel wrapped his arms around your torso and walked with you into the bedroom. “Quite a show, mi amor. Good to know my girl can break a few noses, need be.” He rasped into your ear as he guided you towards the bed.

You spun around and pulled him down for a lust-filled kiss, hungrily trying to pull him closer to you. “Let’s just get some sleep, okay Y/N? Let me help you get ready.” Ezekiel gently pried you off of him, grabbing one of his shirts while you took off your cropped top and slid your shorts down your legs.

EZ drank you in, eyes going from the pierced nipples, to the dragon on your mid-sections, and further down to the array of ink scattered down your leg. Before his head told him otherwise, EZ slipped the shirt over your head.

“Let’s lay down, mi reina bella (my beautiful queen).”

“Cásate conmigo princesa. (marry me princess).” Ezekiel rested his forehead against yours, his nose brushing up against yours. Your eyes looked into his while you let out a breathless smile. “I mean it, mi amor. Marry me. I know that I want you for the rest of my life. Mi amor, mi cielo, mi sol, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. (my love, my sky, my sun, my moon and all my stars.)”

“Without a doubt, mi rey. (my king) I would have it no other way.” Your lips connected with his, finally starting to move his hip slightly. EZ brought you up and down onto his cock, encouraging you to start riding him. You did just that, pushing him back into the bed and pressed your breasts into his chest. You rocked your him, slowly and deliberately. His hand playfully smacked your ass, motivating you to move some more.

You sped up the pace, his hips meeting yours as you came back down onto his cock. “Shit, mi reina You look so fucking good taking this dick.” He muttered as he pulled you back into his chest, taking control. EZ planted his feet into the mattress and continuously thrusted into your sopping wet core, releasing a series of moans and profanity to spill out of your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!- Just like that Ezekiel- Yes baby take what’s yours.” One of his hands dropped between your sweating bodies to find your sensitive clit. You took your lip in between your teeth when he began rubbing small, harsh circles around it.

“Oh shit amor- yes babygirl. That’s it, come all off this cock.” He groaned into your ear before latching his full lips onto your neck. Your breaths turned shallow as you felt the familiar knot building in your stomach. EZ bit down onto your neck while his moves began to stutter. “You’re gonna make me come, mi dulce.” Your walls began to flutter around him, gripping the sheets around him for self control whilst you yelled out his name.

Ezekiel felt you reach your climax, sending him over the edge as well. “Shit- Ah, Y/N. So fucking good.” EZ bucked his hips into your and buried himself deep inside you as he came. Warm ropes filled you up, but when you went to get off of him, he held you there.

Both panting messes, you looked back into each other's eyes. “Did you mean it?” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life, EZ.” You pepper light kisses along his jawline.

“Round two?”

#ez x reader #ezekiel reyes #EZ #mayans mc #mayans #mayans mc imagine

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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Edge of the Blade

SPN FanFic

~Y/N has found Michael and is ready to take him down and get Dean back. Michael doesn't care for that plan and changes the rules quite drastically.~

Michael!Dean x Reader

1,998 Words

Warnings: NSFW. NonCon-ish...but not in the end. Kink!Kink. Object Insertion. Grace!Kink. Smut and Michael. ‘Nuff said.

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The door opened without a sound, her boots silent on the highly polished floor. The only sounds were her faint, quick breaths as she snuck into the office, heart pounding when she saw him.

Michael sat in a low armchair, his back to the door, one suited leg crossed over the other. His face was turned to the window, moon above adding a glow to his stolen profile.

Y/N couldn’t help but stare for a moment. It was Dean’s crooked nose, Dean’s lips, chin, brows. It was Dean and yet, so very not. He sat straighter; the hand on his ankle lay oddly. There was no Dean coming through, not tonight.

If he sensed her presence, Michael gave no clue, not even flinching as her first footsteps entered the room.

The angel blade in her fist gleamed in the faint moonlight as she raised it high, ready to strike, drive it deep into his back, freeing her friend.

Her arm never even came down.

Y/N screamed as invisible hands shoved her away, sending her flying sideways and slamming into the wall to Michael’s left. She struggled, but the hands pinned her back, head to toe against the mahogany panels.

“It’s rude to sneak up on people.” Michael’s voice was dark and fluid, rolling like molasses into her ears.

Y/N sneered as he stood. “It’s rude to steal bodies,” she spat in reply, rage boiling in her gut.

His heels spun on the glossy floor, perfectly hemmed trousers breaking just below the tongue of his shoes. “I stole...yes,” he agreed with a slight shrug. “But I stole and left.” He took a step towards her, rounding the chair. “You have broken in and snuck up on me with a blade.”

Her fist tightened on the hilt. “I came here to kill you!”

Michael laughed, spreading Dean’s plump lips into an amused smile. “Don’t you know little girls shouldn’t play with sharp things?”

Y/N growled. “Fuck you.”

Michael looked to the angel blade and Y/N felt the ethereal metal in her palm heat up.

“You know that won’t kill me.” It wasn’t a threat or a tease, it was a fact now spoken.

She shivered as the warmth spread down her arm. “Yeah, but it’ll hurt like a mother.”

His heels clicked delicately on the tiles. “True. But what if you had... succeeded and pierced this heart?” Michael cocked his head, curiously watching her subtle response. “Dean would be dead in an instant.”

Y/N laughed bitterly and tried to keep her attitude intact. “You wouldn’t let your perfect vessel die.”

“There are others,” he told her, dipping his chin to look up with deep green eyes. “Although, none as… exquisite as this one.” Perfect lips spread into an abnormal smile; too much teeth, no happiness in the eyes.

“You’re a creep.”

“Am I?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, you are. And a fucking asshole; a sorry excuse for an archangel.”

Michael growled low in the back of his throat, his jaw tightening, upper lip twitching with rage. “You should show me some respect, child. You have not seen all that I am capable of.”

Y/N licked her lips slowly and let out a calm breath. “Fuck you.”

The invisible force holding her up vanished but not for long. Y/N gagged as the hands moved to around her throat, closing in tight as they lifted her right off her feet. Her toes struggled to reach the floor, to give her head some help, but Michael merely lifted her higher. When her body started shaking and her eyes began to roll, Michael let her go, watching as she slumped to her knees.

“Would you like to try again?” he asked gently.

Y/N coughed, lungs burning as she tried to regain her breath. Somehow, she made it to her feet, blade still tight in her hand. She sucked in a fierce breath and hissed, “fuck you.”

Michael sighed heavily and looked away for a moment, just about finished with her game.

“You know, I could just kill you. With a thought I could snap that pretty little neck of yours.”

She knew he was right but she’d already come so far. No use going out like a pussy. Y/N clicked her tongue and raised her brows, challenging him. “So why don’t you?”

“Because, Dean… is getting antsy,” Michael squared his shoulders and cracked his neck with a flinch. “It seems that killing you would... upset him. I need him to be nice and relaxed… distracted.”

“Distracted?” She swallowed down another cough, trying to stand up straight.

Michael pressed the tip of his tongue between his teeth and lifted his shoulders in a tiny shrug. “The calmer he is, the more work I can accomplish. It’s a simple equation.”

Y/N chanced taking a step towards the door, but before her foot landed, Michael’s power held her back again, shoving her into the wall. She grunted, wind knocked away for a moment. “So... what, you’re gonna keep me pressed up against this wall forever? Let me go.”

“No.” His voice boomed, stinging her ears and shaking the windows.

Y/N whined as the pain of his shout traveled through her skull. She squirmed against the wall but could do little more than turn her head as Michael came close. Perfectly calm and inquisitive, Michael stopped an inch away and bent down, sniffing the air around her, breathing her in. Y/N closed her eyes and tried to wish it away, wanting to click her heels and be back home in the Bunker. But her heels wouldn’t move, and she was all out of wishes.

Michael took another deep breath as if he were drinking in her essence. He smiled. “He likes you, you know. A lot.” His grin was unbearable.

“What?”

“Dean.” Michael stood up, but remained close, slowly tapping his temple. “He’s screaming right now for me to let you go. He wants you safe. Wants you back at home where you will be out of harm’s way. Out of... my way.”

Her chest was heaving, heart drumming painfully against her chest. Adrenaline was running low. “So let me go, please.”

“I think not.” Michael turned, leisurely pacing the floor before her. “I think it would be good for him to see you. Might...settle him down.”

Confusion washed over her face.

“Oh… you didn’t know, did you?” Michael smirked. “Didn’t realize that Mr. Winchester was harboring a crush on you all this time? Pity.”

Y/N panicked. “Shut up.”

True, manipulative glee flashed over Michael’s face. “You like him too. Oh, how sweet. This must be killing you then, isn’t it?”

It was true. Seeing Dean used by a monster was more painful than she could have imagined Listening to the stark difference in his voice, seeing the empty but powerful look behind his eyes was like taking a bullet to the guy. Still, she kept her anger. “Fuck. You.”

Michael shook his head. “Again, with that mouth!” A ghostly hand clamped down hard over Y/N’s mouth, making her shriek behind closed lips. “Do not force me to hurt you, child. Despite my host’s protests, I will do it. I can do... anything I want. Anything.”

He let her go once more and Y/N gasped. “No.”

“Oh, yes.” The devilish twinkle returned to his eye. “I could make you kill yourself if I commanded it.”

Fear rose in her chest. “Never.”

Michael narrowed his gaze on her and sent out a wisp of Grace. “Oh, yes.”

The Grace pushed into Y/N’s body, forcing her arm to move against her will. It turned and lifted mechanically, pressing the angel blade against her throat. She froze, eyes wide as the edge bit her skin.

“Anything I command.”

The blade pushed even harder and Y/N felt a trickle of warmth drip down her throat as she broke the skin. “Stop it!”

Michael flashed a dead smile, white teeth glinting in the dim light. “I told you... little girls shouldn’t play with sharp things. Now I get to play with you.”

“Michael, please!” Tears sprang to her eyes as she begged, still slicing into her own throat. “Dean!”

Grace shut her mouth again as her grip relaxed, pulling the blade away enough to slide across her neck.

Michael watched as he moved the knife where he wanted, easily commanding her body to do his bidding.

The sharp tip pressed into her bottom lip and began its descent, slowly dancing down the middle of her; so slow, so gentle, leaving only a faint red line in its wake.

Y/N was unable to speak or stop herself; her body utterly under his control, will bending to his whim. When the blade reached her top, she felt her hand move oddly, caught like a puppet on a string. The buttons on her flannel popped as the angelic edge cut them away; the office’s mechanically controlled air cooled her skin as the fabric of her bra was sliced through.

“Isn’t this lovely?” Michael asked, seeing her eyes roll back while the deadly tip circled her left nipple. *You enjoy this.”

Y/N moaned in negation but wasn’t able to hide it from him. Her nipples were hard, her breath fast and deep. The blade was so cold, her skin so sensitive; she was losing the fight.

When the blade hit her navel, Michael took a step closer. “Let me help you with those.”

Warm fingers tugged gently on her jeans and Y/N closed her eyes, trying to push the arousal away. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but she wanted him to keep going. There was no denying the wetness that dripped down her legs as Michael pulled her clothing away.

“Keep going.”

Her hand dropped, pulling the blade down further and further until the tip pushed against her cunt. She moaned and Michael held up a hand, stopping her movements.

“We wouldn’t want to cut that off...would we?” He blinked slowly and her wrist turned, flipping the knife around. The thick hilt was a shock to her system, and Y/N’s legs began to shake as the cold metal dipped down between her thighs. “That’s better…go on.”

Her knees parted and her eyes grew huge, pupils fully blown, pulse racing. Under his control, Y/N pushed the hilt into her cunt, quickly dipping in and out a few times to gather up the slick leaking out.

A flash of blue and Michael released the hold on her voice, letting her cries ring out through the room.

“Oh, God!” Her pussy clenched around the sword as she fucked herself harder and faster for him, so close to cumming she could feel it in every atom of her body. “Please!”

Michael cocked his head to watch as her temperature rose. He could see deep inside of her, every cell and molecule, and they were all on fire, bending to his control. He smiled and released his hold fully, letting her take control back.

Y/N could not stop even as she felt the Grace recede. Her hand kept moving, hips continued thrusting, she needed to cum for him, needed to feel it. Her eyes flew open and locked on his; her jaw dropping in a high pitched scream as she came, pussy leaking all over the blade, down her thighs, onto the polished floor.

Michael smiled. “Such an obedient little thing. I think we’ll keep you for a while.”

Out of breath and ashamed of herself, Y/N pulled the blade from her cunt and let it fall to the floor. “I hate you,” she said under her breath, still shaking and pulling her shirt closed against his gaze.

He moved closer. “Yes, you do...for now.” Michael lifted his hand to her cheek and slowly drew his middle finger down across her lips. “But you won’t after I’m through with you…”

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cold-eyes-ice-dive · 5 years ago

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Something that I was inspired to write after reading Coleridge's Kubla Khan

Warnings: Angst/ Smut/ Demon! Taeyong

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As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

The cold midnight air stung your throat as you bemoaned his name. Hot tears, immediately turned ice cold as they ran down your cheeks. Your tired legs would have given out but you continued to hobble, aimlessly through the thick forest with only the moonlight to guide you.

It had been exactly five weeks since you last saw Taeyong. He promised he would be back for you and that it would only be a couple of days. However, it seemed as if he had vanished. You knew the dangers about sleeping with a demon but Taeyong had completely bewitched you, extorted your virginity and left you vulnerable without him. You didn't know how you let yourself get this far but the lust he had rooted in you drove you to his arms every time he called for you.

You gripped your hair in devastation as you finally fell onto the ground, sobbing pathetically. You had no energy left. You could only whimper his name, gasping violently without a reply.

Five weeks was too much. The demon that tormented you had probably left. Maybe an angel finally defeated him and gave your soul a chance of redemption and salvation. But you didn't want that. You wanted him. You opened your windows every night, you started to call out his name, you waited at the place where you first met him, all you efforts in vain. He never showed up. You wandered aimlessly every sleepless night, just to catch a glimpse of your demon lover. Nonetheless, you didn't dare tap into the dark realm in search of him, you would risk the chance of another demon lunging at you, dragging your soul to purgatory instead.

You knew you lost your sanity when you ran out of your home, barefoot and clad in your night dress in the dead of the night, just to call out his name one last time. The prick of twigs and stones on your feet didn't stop you, neither did the icy grip of the midnight air around your throat. You knew it the second you plunged yourself into the depths of the ominous darkness of the forest. It was either Taeyong or you turning yourself in to the church to meet your end.

You clutched your chest as your headache sank in. Your tears never ceased and your wails reduced to whispers of his name. You slowly knelt up, and stared at the star studded sky. "Is this goodbye? Won't you come back to me again?" You whined.

You didn't get a moment to feel the cold breeze against your tear stained cheeks. Instead, what you felt was your lungs being knocked out of breath as you were tackled down into the dewy grass. You didn't get a chance to process what was happening, all you felt was the strong grip of talons on your waist. You lifted your eyelids to see the unfamiliar appearance of your lover; Taeyong's eyes were blood red and his horns almost seemed as if they were piercing through his skull. His skin was livid and his veins protruded grotesquely. He gripped your jaw and violently kissed you, drinking in the blood that flowed from your lips.

You pulled back in horror and tried to crawl away from this unhinged demon, but Taeyong pinned your hands down and pushed his hot lips against yours again. You tried to kick him off and tear your body away, digging your nails into his bare chest.

Taeyong slowly let his grip loosen and you immediately scrambled away, standing up to view your too much changed lover. He was recognizable but the macabre character in front of you wasn't the image you remembered.

Sighing, Taeyong got up, his black wings spreading. Your blood ran cold as your eyes came in contact with his ruby red eyes. Your breathing slowed as you approached him. "Taeyong?" You called as you placed a gentle hand on his heated chest. "Why are you- what happened to you?"

Taeyong shook his head as he chuckled. "My little dove, you only want me in my human body, do you?"

Your eyes moistened after hearing his voice. You immediately pushed your body against his and embraced him. "Where .... where were you..?" You whimpered as your tears wet his chest. Taeyong held you tight as his wings covered your bodies into a webbed cocoon. Taeyong felt your heart pulsating against his chest and this only led to a deep tug at his own heartstrings. Ignoring the pain, he rested his head on your shoulder, drinking in your scent. His hands gently played with the ends of your hair, feeling them as if it were the last time. After a few sobs, you whispered "Do you not want me anymore?"

Taeyong pushed you back down onto the ground, holding the back of your head from hitting it. "Be quiet" he growled, gripping your neck as he smashed his lips against yours. You gasped from his sudden shift of demeanor and you involuntarily pushed him away as you felt his tongue against yours. You pulled away to look at him, once more. Your fingers slowly traced the protruding vein on his temple and you stared at his dark blue lips in awe.

"Y/n" he grumbled and looked away, clearly agitated by your actions. "So this is how you really look." You pushed back his sooty black hair from falling into his eyes and stared into his crimson spheres.

Taeyong's eyes shifted, indecisive as to whether he should look into your sparkling, wide eyes or into your rosey,bitten lips. With a groan, he pushed his lips back onto yours and continued kissing you. His large hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his hip and he moved into you, trapping your moans into his mouth.

Distracted by his rough movements against your needy core, you shut your eyes and gripped his shoulders. Taeyong looked at you for a quick second before pulling away to kiss your jaw. You noticed a change in him; his shoulders slowly shrunk back to the frame you were used you. His body temperature no longer felt as if he bathed in the fires of hell albeit his warmth retained. He felt lighter, smaller and familiar.

You opened your eyes as his teeth sank into your neck. The bright moonlight shone upon the familiar figure which pulled away to look at you. "I don't want you to be repulsed by me." he admitted, sheepishly. You gazed at his face, love sick from its beauty. His eyes were back to their usual colour, but you could see the hint of red in his irises. His skin, like honey, soft and dewy. His hair was combed back to it's perfection. This was the Taeyong you were familiar with. You sighed and got up slightly, supporting your body with your elbows.

"Taeyong... I was never repulsed by you." You whispered as he tore your dress open and bit into your soft flesh. "Taeyong!" You gasped at the feelings of his teeth tugging your erect nipple. "Taeyong...." you whimpered as he continued to bite your chest. He pulled away and wrenched your legs apart, his veins protruding and hinting blue at his efforts. "Tae-" you couldn't complete the rest of his name as you felt his fingers roughly feel up the moisture of your cunt.

"So fucking wet, are you that needy, angel?" He chuckled as he gathered your essences to glide his fingertip over your clit. He leaned over to place a small kiss on your cheek. "Did you miss me this much?" You whimpered in response and held his shoulders. "I thought you would never come back to me."

Taeyong sat back down on the damp ground and pulled you up to straddle him. "How could I ever leave you?" He tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed you. "I am completely infatuated with you...." he admitted as one hand held your waist and the other reached into his pants to pull his cock out.

"But I am in love with you." You sighed and he slowly sank you down onto his member. "Oh God." You squealed and buried your face into the crook of his shoulder. The familiar burning in the pit of your stomach reignited. You didn't know whether sex always felt this exciting or if it was just Taeyong.

"Don't say that, little dove." Taeyong grunted as you moved your hips over his throbbing cock. You pulled back to look at him, only to see his expression distorted into one of pain. "Taeyong?" You gasped as you stopped your movement.

"Don't say that you love me, please, Y/N" he gasped out. He rested his forehead against yours. His hands gently moved your waist up and down his dick. "I know you do. I know." He hummed as he continued the pace. You moaned out and pulled him into a kiss. Wherever he gripped you, he burned into your skin, pleasurably. "Taeyong!" You gasped as he hit your weak spot.

"Fuck this." He muttered and tugged your hair back to look into his eyes. "I am in lov- fuck!" He winced and held you tight as his face fell into your chest. "Tae?" You called out, concerned. You paused your movements to take his face between your hands. Your thumb caressed his cheekbone gently as you relied on the glow of the moon to see his face clearly. He looked like he was torturing himself by making love to you. Taeyong pulled the back of your head into the crook of his neck and held you gently.

"You know what I meant to say.." he smiled weakly and hugged you tight. "You'll be the death of me." He mumbled against your hair. "Taeyong?" You asked but he hushed you and continued to fuck you. "You're mine, precious angel." He kissed the side of your head as your moans grew higher in pitch. Your body was going to experience an orgasm after weeks and Taeyong's fuck meant an intense, body trembling, ecstasy.

What you didn't know was the fact that Taeyong's heartstrings were getting cut, one after the other with each confession of his love for you. He failed his mission of bringing you into damnation. He fell deeply in love with you and instead of allowing the devil to let lust eat your soul away, Taeyong kept you out of his reach.

His punishment was severe, each time he admitted his feelings verbally or mentally for you, his chest pulled into an excruciating pain. But he didn't care at this moment. You were with him, he was with you. There is no saving him, but that doesn't mean he would let the same happen to you.

"I love you, my little dove."

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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Something New - Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Requested: By @me-mah-hah

Prompts: #29 on the smut-list.

Warnings/notes: Smut! Oral, female-receiving. I had to cut it a bit short because I wouldn’t have been able to if I continued and I have lots of writing to get done but I hope this is okay! Otherwise, feel free to request something else. Let me know what you think!

Wordcount: 1227

Summary: Steve and yourself are polar opposites, as you have lots of tattoos and piercings. Just some quick oral where he notices something new.

Steve Rogers was a real golden boy. He had manners, always respected people until given a concrete reason not to and was always sharp and clean looking. You were the same on the first two things but the last one? Not so much.

You had tattoos covering pretty much every inch of your skin, piercings littered your face and a few places on your body and you were planning to get even more of the latter. You were as different as day and night, the sun and the moon.

Maybe one would think it would discourage you that the two of you were so different, that you would feel self-conscious and be scared that eventually, he would find someone who was better in the eyes of the part of society that still looked down on people with body modifications.

But you knew how Steve viewed different, you knew how much he loved every piece of you, and this made you more confident that he wouldn’t leave you for someone ‘normal’, rather than the opposite.

He showed you every day how beautiful he thought you were, whether it be by telling you, or showing you by tracing the numbers and letters of your smaller tattoos, twisting and spinning your piercings, or filling in the black and grey tattoos on your arms with colored markers during really boring days.

Nothing and no one could break you apart and both of you knew it, which was how you were able to be so comfortable and open with each other, in every way there was, including sex.

Now, everyone knows intimate relations had been a touchy subject for Steve because of the person he had been before he was transformed into a super-soldier; the person he was at heart. But that all changed when he met you.

Behind closed doors, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, bringing you to where you were now: a regular Saturday night, after a night out with the team, finally getting each other to yourselves.

Your hands worked on the buttons of Steve’s denim shirt while his worked on the ones on your denim skirt, your neck stretched out against the pillow to give him the access he needed to leave open-mouthed kissed against your jugular.

You raked your nails against his bare chest after finishing the last button, then proceeding to push the soft fabric off his shoulder. Steve finished with your skirt just then and you lifted yourself slightly to allow him to pull the skirt from under you and throw it to the side, before he helped you take off the shirt and do the same with that.

Your already bare upper body shivered as his fingers started trailing up your inner thighs, your head falling back into the pillow as your hands moved to work on his belt, unbuckling it with one swift movement and practically ripping down the zipper in anticipation.

If you hadn’t been so riled up, you were sure Steve would’ve laughed at your eagerness and impatience, but now he just helped you push the jeans down his hips and off his legs to the floor, taking his boxers with them and leaving him stark naked.

He started kissing down your neck, down the valley of your breasts, stopping for a moment to suck on each of your pierced nipples, the small pieces of jewelry making a rattling noise when hitting his teeth, before moving on down your inked stomach, stopping only when reaching the edge of your panties.

Despite being just as eager as you, if not even more, Steve stopped and looked up at you from his place between your legs, asking you with his eyes if you were sure like he did every time before doing anything to you.

You could only nod your head, not trusting your voice enough to speak as you were sure he didn’t either, and only a second later, Steve had rid you of your black lacy panties and moved in. But he stopped suddenly, eyes inspecting your womanhood closely for a second before looking up at you with a soft grin.

“This is new.” He spoke then, his voice breathless and barely even there.

Realization lit up your face for a second as you realized you hadn’t told him about your new piercing, before re-gaining your composure and biting your lip seductively. “Do you like it?”

He offered you a grin back, telling you a sincere: “I love it.”, before putting his mouth to your heat and going to work, pushing the tongue past your already slick folds and licking a large strip along your core.

“Steve.” You moaned at the feeling, your hands instantly moving to grab at his blonde hair, successfully messing up his neatly styled hair.

He hummed slightly in response, the vibrations going through your clit in a way that made your heart feel like it was about to thump out of your chest. He grabbed a hold of your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders to get better access, continuing to massage the inside of your thighs as he moved his tongue to the sensitive bud, flicking it once to test the waters.

When you released a long moan, your legs shaking at the feeling of butterflies bursting through your stomach and chest, Steve flicked his tongue again, murmuring into your heat. “Does that feel good, doll?”

You moaned again at the sound of the nickname, getting even more turned on by the way his voice was muffled from bringing you pleasure. You opened your mouth, but found yourself unable to speak as his tongue flicked over the small bundle of nerves once more, only squeezing his head with your legs gently to give him the answer he needed.

And then he really went to work, flicking his tongue back and forth and around in circles, creating the perfect pattern and order of movements to have you shaking underneath him in no time. You were a moaning mess about five minutes in, the only thing keeping you from trashing your legs around as you neared your orgasm being Steve’s strong hands keeping you in place.

And then he sucked down on the new piercing, and suddenly, before you had even registered what he had done, you were gone down a spiral of never-ending pleasure as you tumbled over the edge, an orgasm unlike any other rocking your entire body, causing Steve to hold on even tighter to your thighs, which in turn increased your orgasm even more.

You moaned repeatedly as the orgasm ran through you, Steve continuing to suck on the piercing and your clit as you rode through it, not stopping once despite your legs practically crushing his skull, until your body was relaxed again, indicating you were done.

Steve came back up to you and you laughed slightly as you caught sight of his slightly wet face, bringing your hands up to wipe his lips so that you could lean in for a kiss without becoming too sticky.

When you broke apart, a small smirk rested on Steve’s lips. “I think that new piercing is going to be very useful.”

And then he surprised you by flipping you around without any effort whatsoever, welcoming you into a long night of pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before.

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thebiasrekkers · 5 years ago

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No Words - Interlude V-

Pairing: TaeKook x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback Finale]

Genre: Idol! Poly!, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smut. Pining. A smidge of a Threesome [MMF]. More Pining? Angst.

A/N - The final Interlude V - see what I did there? Ha. Ok. This is longer, but I hope you can see the connections. We’ll be back to present drama after this. Thank you again for following this hot mess. Maybe there’s some poetic waxing? AND OMGG YA’LL THANKS TO ADMIN E FOR THE PRETTY COVER. WEEEE.

Words: 5.6K [thicc with it. so sorry]

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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there’s any reaction? Both are changed. -Carl Jung

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The saying goes that ‘sex changes everything.’ It is a constant nagging in the recesses of your mind. That once you drop your pants? It’s game over. Finito! Done-zo! It’s like you’re a banana, and you just exposed the ripe fruit of your soul. That’s mostly what letting someone into your body is like, after all. All that hubbub and bullshit about being a temple? Well, it’s no lie. We are all emotional receptacles, mismatched puzzle pieces waiting to find someone to fill us or complete a picture.

Who really thinks about these things, though?

When you’re entangled in limbs and lips chasing an electric high that robs your reason? Do you think about the person completing a part of your picture? Or the whole fucking thing? She remembered her mother always saying that love is ready when it’s ready - not when you’re ready for it.

And if you’re not ready when it is? Then what?

Taehyung was sound asleep. Winter began to rage outside, part of the reason why they had time off. Luckily, everybody in the dorm was thoroughly plastered with no plans to rise early for the day. His fingers flexed into emptiness, causing him to wake with a start. A pout formed on his face as he wiped his eyes, reaching for his cellphone, he was surprised it was only an hour after - “Oh, shit.”

…An hour after he pressed her body into the mattress. He looked around, realizing he wasn’t in his room. He heard the rush of a shower. The sound of her moaning his name rushed back on replay in his brain. Tae gathered up his clothes and hers, settling them neatly on a chair. He saw a few calls and texts from Jeongguk, but he knew the maknae would be fast asleep by now.

The scent of lust still clung to him as he padded out of the room, following the shower sound down the hall. He cracked open the door, peeking inside, to billowing steam and humidity. He moved inside, shutting the door with a gentle click. She hadn’t noticed his presence - but he tilted his head, getting a good look at her now.

Granted, she was almost as tall as he was in her shoes. Without? She was still the tallest female on staff. She was deliciously proportioned. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he let his gaze lift from her feet upward. He saw bruises in purple blossom over the generous amount of ass. She was definitely thicker than most of the girls around them. But, he’s seen her carrying heavy equipment with the staff. There was a hidden musculature there if she flexed adequately.

She was just so fucking soft. He enjoyed the way his hands seemed to melt into her as he held her down. Her hips were full, there was a bit of softness around her stomach, and her breasts were more than a handful.

“Fuck.” A hissed whispered as he swallowed thickly. She was standing under the hot spray of water, wringing out her hair. He was hard all over again as he saw the welts in her shoulders. She spun with her eyes closed to further rinse her hair. He saw the love marks dotting the area below her collar bone.

She turned to put her hands on the wall, still unaware of his presence. His arms slid around her waist as he dared to let his hands settle into the wet nakedness of her body.

It was better than the first time. Nothing was holding them back. She didn’t try to stop as his tongue pressed against her shoulder. The scrape of his nails against the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer. She was so soft, responsive, as he pushed his hips into her.

Perfect.

Everything about her, to him, was perfect. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his teeth. The length of him pushed between her legs. He shuddered at the clench of her thighs around him. His fingers dug into her skin as tongue and teeth nibbled, licked, and marked her. The heat didn’t bother him at all.

She clung to him as he pushed between the squeeze of her thighs. He was going insane with want. His hands slid over her ass, and he pulled her against him. The squelching noises as he slipped between the folds of her sex. All he had to do was angle himself, just a little.

Taehyung didn’t care, not one bit. He spun her into the corner pinning her hips. She bit her lip as their eyes locked. He tilted his hips down, just so, causing the throbbing head of his cock to slip between those folds. Finally. Finally.

His tongue swept his lips as he held her firm. His whole body trembled with the effort to maintain control as he slipped upward.

…and inward.

She bit into his collarbone, and he knew there’d be a mark. She dug half-moon indentations into his flesh as he filled her again. Pressing her into the corner, her back making suction sounds as she connects to the marble tiling. He pulled her leg up as he drove into her. But it was slower, so fucking sweetly, and so devastating in the way he took his time.

At first, he rotated his hips as their mouths parted on heavy breaths. Their eyes lust blown and locked together in the eternal battle. The velvety slide of cock inside the tremor filled cavern of her body was something that she would hate to admit she needed. Their bodies couldn’t be any closer. He took long, languid strokes before he couldn’t resist the plush of her mouth. He leaned in, letting his lips ghost over hers.

A particularly deep thrust had her breath hitching, and he leaned in to steal it. They kissed until their tongues were slick and slippery. They kissed until the pressure was enough to bruise lips. He kissed until every breath of air she took ended inside of him. He could feel the hard prickle of her nipples against his skin. He groaned; she whimpered. He growled; she surrendered. He dropped to his knees with his fingers clutching her thighs as he buried his face into the swollen lips of her sex. He pulled a leg over his shoulder as he pushed his tongue inside of her. She wanted to curl in on herself, he reached a long arm up as her eyes rolled back. His fingers pinched, tugged, and turned a nipple as she shuddered. The slurp and suck noises were too much, the orgasm was vicious and swift. He drank her down, making sure to hold her aloft as her knees failed her. He smirked as she growled, tugging him up by the crown of his head. They kissed again as she registered the remnants of her on his lips. She spun him into the corner as she dropped to a crouch.

A few pumps had him looking to devour her again. She was eye line with that throbbing erection. Oh, he was big. She licked her lips as a plan of attack formed. Taehyung captured the moment for the spank bank later. He didn’t know if he should be scared - because she looked ready to feast in a fashion that wouldn’t be conducive to his health. His hands curled against his hip as he felt the tentative brush of her tongue. Her eyes lifted to his as she let her lips coast of the pulsating head. Then further, further, and further down.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Until she swallowed him down - that…was a first. He wasn’t sure how he felt. She pulled back, and he coasted right down into her throat. There was a hoarse cry drowned out by the beat of the shower.

Oh, that was him? That was him. Yeah, the sloppy sound of her sucking him down like a summer popsicle was too much for him to handle. He finally took a breath as he let those long fingers sink into her scalp. He fucked into her mouth, a moist suction sound echoing as she breathed easily between thrusts. He growled as he kept a furious pace.

“No.” He tugged her upward, pushing her back into the corner. He pushed back inside of her. It was easy to tell the difference between the shower fall and that thick slick accumulating between her legs. He hefted her up, driving inside of her as he bit into the top of her breast.

She knocked her head against the shower wall as he took a nipple in his mouth. She clenched, and he panted into her skin. He rotated the angle and smacked right into her g-spot, causing her to clamp down and hold him. Her fingers dug into the nape of his neck.

The sounds, the sensations, the intensity of this fuck threatened to crack the wall. He was there, and he pushed her over the edge, time, and time again. He dragged every vibration out of her until his nails seemed to pierce her skin. Taehyung released the nipple pulling her mouth to his. The hoarse cry, the roar, the growl, and the whimper died on her tongue as he finally exploded.

He leaned into the wall, fearing the ineptitude of his own legs. They were littered with pink and purple blossomed evidence that they had crossed the line. He let her down after their hearts stopped knocking against each other.

Sometimes you learn so much about a person by spending time with them. Sometimes you learn by talking to them. And intimacy is the most profound conversation that you can have with someone. It tore barriers, exposed raw truths, and new realities.

New truth: There is something.

They washed each other in heavy silence. He relished in the softness of her skin, learning the spots that caused her to moan or sigh. She enjoyed the broadness of his frame, the tender places that caused his cock to jump.

They left the shower with towels draped around them. They sat on opposite sides of the bed, the silence thick.

“Taehyung…” She broke the silence first.

“…I know, Noona. I-I know.” He swallowed thickly as the fringe of his hair hid his gaze. He got dressed, grabbed his phone, and prepared to leave her room. He balled his fists turned around, long legs placed him in front of her again. He tilted her face kissing her again. Agonizingly slow, so fucking passionate, so much like I really might fucking love you.

She clawed into her bed to keep from pulling him down again. When she didn’t? He broke the kiss and left, even faster this time. The door to her apartment closed, and she ran her fingers across her lips. She turned to grab a pillow, bury her face inside of it, and ignore the ache in her chest.

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Taehyung was quiet as he walked back toward their side of the complex.

Not before he bumped into… “Tasha?”

She let her fingers comb through those micro plaits on her head. “Uh, g-good morning, V.” He could see hickeys lining her shoulder. She pulled her shirt up and quickly gave a polite bow, before heading back to the other side of the building.

He furrowed his brow as he kept walking but turned back, making sure she was gone.

“Good Morning, Taehyung-ah.” The Visual froze as he turned to see Namjoon leaning in the doorway.

Oh. Taehyung gave the nod to the leader. “Good morning, Namjoon-hyung.” He suddenly found himself tugging on the neck of his shirt. Namjoon’s arms were crossed as he smirked.

“It was a good morning for both of us, wasn’t it?” Taehyung tilted his head at the very obvious hickey on the Leader’s collarbone.

“I suppose it was, hyung.” They shared a knowing look before Namjoon backed inside his space with a wave.

Taehyung hurried back to his place, he stepped inside to see Jeongguk fast asleep on the couch. Video game controller on the floor, and various snack containers all over the place.

“Tsk, this kid.” He muttered as he found a blanket and pillow to tuck the maknae in. Fuck, cleaning could wait. He padded back toward the bedroom and fell into the bed. He watched the snowfall thick and slow outside.

He closed his eyes and let his brain roll memory like a reel as his body fell into an exhausted sleep. Taehyung’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles as he pulled a pillow against his chest. He could still feel her.

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You can’t force chemistry to exist where it doesn’t - in the same way, you can’t deny when it does. - Unknown.

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1 week later - 4 days before Christmas.

They were done with award shows until the end of the month. They wanted to spend Christmas with their families. Some of the students had already returned to the states. A few of them hanging back to help out and finish up, opting to take New Years in the states instead.

Aside from her father, and a younger brother with a family of his own? She was in no rush to go back home. Funny enough? Tasha didn’t seem too eager to return home either. She figured something was up when Tasha kept mum about her previous night’s activities. They were both sporting some deep suction marks.

She was never more thankful for Tasha’s makeup expertise than now. Luckily, the splotches were faded. They were doing a pre-Christmas party before everyone took a few days to themselves. The party was at the giant common space inside the building.

She finally put two and two together as she noted Namjoon and Tasha stealing secret glances. She couldn’t help the lazy smile from splitting her face watching them. Watching them. Watching everyone. Trying to watch everything except Taehyung blatantly trying to access the directory to her soul from across the room.

She hadn’t returned any of his text messages. She sure as hell made sure to not be left alone with him. She definitely made sure to stay busy as fuck. Because that just couldn’t happen again. The heaviness that weighed on her for breaking protocol was too much to bear.

No, that was a lie, wasn’t it?

The heaviness of that connection scared her shitless. That was too much to bear. The inkling of want blossoming in her gut was too much to bear. They all exchanged gifts, drank sikhye, and way too much egg nog. Like, drank too much that the karaoke was way too funny. Like, drank too much that people didn’t care who got kissed under the mistletoe.

She moved into the kitchen to busy herself with something other than inebriated antics. She moved into a walkway and felt large hands around her waist. She looked over her shoulder as those hands belong to none other than, “Gguk-ah? You gave me a fright.” Enough to sober her up a hair more. But the maknae was obviously three shades to the wind.

“N-noona, I caught you.” He smirked that fraction down at her. Her brow arched as she pondered, but he pointed upward. “Is there a game to see if everybody can get a mistletoe kiss?”

She chuckled. But, she didn’t register that wide-eyed look for anything but alcohol. “Alright, Gguk-ah, you got me. I have to pay up, right?” She turned to press a kiss on his cheek. Her eyes went wide when he framed her face and kissed her. Tongue tasting like soju and dark liquor-filled eggnog. She pulled away when he moaned, licking her lips out of reflex.

It wasn’t just the moan, it was the rigid press of dick straining his jeans. A hip thrust into her abdomen that made her clench.

And as if that didn’t just beat all?

She felt a familiar heat lance her skin - turning to see Taehyung staring dark daggers at them both. She didn’t see Jeongguk smirking as Taehyung approached. That magnetizing connection between the two was sweltering; she swallowed the lump in her throat. Even as Tae turned his body toward her. “Oh look, Noona. Mistletoe.” Her eyes were wide as Taehyung kissed her.

Kissed her in a way that she felt the fire in her face. She almost; almost wanted to sink into him. Until she realized that Jeongguk had that hungry look to his face as he watched them. Oh no, ma’am!

They were going to turn into some threeway Christmas feast if she wasn’t careful. Her teeth sank into Tae’s lip until it bled. Her eyes narrowed as she brushed past them into the kitchen space. He hissed as he rubbed his finger against his mouth, his tongue followed. Jeongguk and Taehyung let their gazes travel up toward the mistletoe as they watched her; Jeongguk leaned forward, taking a swipe at Tae’s bloody lip with his tongue.

Oh god. Her hand reached to fist at the fabric of her sweater. She turned on her heel and swiftly left the kitchen. Those two sets of eyes watched, the sensation sudden familiar as she popped back into the common room. “Ah! Finally!” Jimin came over to you with open arms. He kissed both her cheeks and wrapped her in a warm hug. “I’ve done it! I’ve kissed everyone under the mistletoe! I want my prize!” She laughed as he threw his hands in the air. She moved farther away from the kitchen, trying to forget. Trying to quiet the sudden hunger that nothing to do with food.

“She does taste good.” Jeongguk hopped on the kitchen counter with a smirk. Taehyung still stared at the space where she had lingered. Dark eyes turned to the maknae as he moved toward him.

“Better than you can imagine.” His voice was a low rumble that made the younger shudder involuntarily. “I don’t think I want to share, Gguk-ah.”

“Come on, hyung. What’s a little sharing between friends?” The maknae tilted his head as his tongue poked an outline into his cheek. Jeongguk’s jealousy was legendary.

So was Taehyung’s.

“She’s different, Jeongguk.”

“I know, Taehyung.”

The deep magnetizing draw between the two seemed to spark the air. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Tae stood between Jeongguk’s legs. The younger smirked as the chestnut fall of hair partially obscured his eyes.

“What’s yours is mine. What mine is mine.” The Maknae repeated words uttered long ago. The echo of teeth crunching was broken as Hobi stumbled into the kitchen.

“Hey! Hey! Y-you guys wait until the party is over for all that, yeah?” He waved a hand at them with a snort. “Now move your butt, Gguk-ah the punch bowl is empty!” Jeongguk smirked at Tae before hopping down.

“I’ll get it, Hobi-hyung, sorry about that.” He pulled the pitcher out of the fridge, following the excited dance captain back into the common room.

Tae’s fist balled against the countertop. They had all had their dalliances. They were adults, after all, and it just took a lot of coordination and planning for getting out. Everybody had the one person they gravitated to in the group, though they were all family. Tour time got long and lonely, they played safe and carefully.

But in the end, they always had each other. And now? This woman waltzes into their existence. He admires her strength, her resolve - and the fact that she was stunning was just a plus. What was he doing? She was right; they had gone too far.

The rules of etiquette clearly broken - and the pangs of jealousy stirring his empty gut told him something different. His eyes closed as he rolled his neck on his shoulders. The irritation contorting his face as the picture of Jeongguk kissing her flickered in his gaze.

Give me what is mine, he told her. Never had he ever. Did he even want to…

So why was this different? Why was she different. He had all the time in the world to find out. He took a deep, cleansing breath and rejoined the party. Suga and Jimin were smothering each other in drunken kisses while everyone laughed.

Tasha and Namjoon were inebriated enough to lean and cling to each other. A few hours later, as people reached their limit, they stumbled full of laughter out of the standard room. Jin, Hobi, and a few other TDs laughed themselves out of the room. A mention of a sports game still happening.

Jimin, Suga, and a few PDs said the same and made their way out.

“Tasha, would you…care to listen to that demo I told you about?” Namjoon’s voice tickled Tasha’s ear and caused the desire to pool in her panties.

“A-ah, s-sure, Namjoon-ah. I’d love to.” The way their fingers interlaced and they ate each other with their gazes caused a pang of jealousy to rise in Tae. Tasha and Namjoon disappeared as the stragglers organized the debris. She helped to try to keep herself busy before a hand snaked around her waist. “Jeongguk..” There was a warning in her tone because she recognized the hold.

“Noona.” No, don’t say it like that. Not when that other hand snaked up the back of her neck. Not when Taehyung tugged her head back, not when he’s already fired up.

“You should leave that for now.” That deep vibrating bass had beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Jeongguk got his hands around her waist, sliding down over the curve of her ass. He pulled her hips against his as Tae tugged her head toward. “Did you really think you could ignore me?” He tilted his head at her as she felt the maknae breath a hot alcoholic breath against the exposed column of her neck.

“That you could ignore this?” The pull? The intensity? The forbidden nature of it all? Oh, she had tried.

Her lashes lowered, Jeongguk dragged his tongue along the skin exposed by Taehyung. The blue of her eyes deepened as they boxed her in between their bodies.

She moaned as Taehyung’s mouth crashed upon hers, Jeongguk sliding up, fighting for his share.

Man, this is so far out of the fucking line. She moved back as the men deepened their kiss and their hold on her.

She could have sworn she’s read stories with plotlines like these. But it wasn’t for her. She didn’t fit the profile for this kind of scenario. Her eyes narrowed as her hands slid up the nape of both their necks. Their fingers dug into her flesh as she pushed them in to deepen their kiss.

And then?

She tugged.

….hard.

Causing both men to bump teeth, retract, moan, and stare at her. There was something serpentine, sly about the look on her face. She tugged them both down that fraction to her level. “You like to play games, right? Fine. Let’s play.”

They practically carried her to her apartment. She backed inside, her sweater discarded as they kicked the door shut behind them. Tae made sure to engage all the locks. Her heart raced as she thumbed the button of her pants, stepping out of her shoes. They were like two predators closing in on their prey.

Lust-blown pupils, buttons flew, shirts were discarded. She licked the sheen of sweat above her lip as they all made it to her bedroom. She was down to her panties, the back of her legs meeting the mattress.

Taehyung and Jeongguk stood side by side - and by the gods, if this was the last thing she was to see before she died? She’d be okay with it. They both were out of their pants and boxers faster than she could turn her head.

Angry erections fueled by lust, jealousy, and alcohol. She leaned up on her elbows. Might as well break all the rules, right?

They didn’t remember who made the first move. It just happened - fast. Lips, tongues, moans, and groans. Something was happening that neither of them anticipated.

“F-fuck! Fuck, I’m fucking…” Jeongguk lurched as if he’d been punched. His teeth buried in her shoulder.

“…gonna, a-ah! Ah, fuck can’t hold it. Can’t..” Taehyung pulled her head down, whimpering into her mouth.

White noise.

She didn’t hear a thing as her body tensed, hard. They all took a shuddering breath in unison. The boys felt their hearts stop as their hips bucked once, twice …

“Come for me.” She moaned.

She felt nails prick her skin as she felt their bodies tremble, shake, and explode. They pushed as far inside of her as they could go and dragged her right along that orgasmic current.

Tangled limbs in her bed again. Snow falling heavy and thick outside her window. Substantial and thick like the scent in the room. Heavy like the arms draped across her hip. Thick like the thigh tucked against her backside.

Tangled like her fucking feelings.

Tangled like his fucking feelings.

She felt good against him, fit so perfectly against him. His fingers pulled her upper half into his reach. His lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “I want you all to myself.”

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“Sex is an emotion in motion.” ― Mae West

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Christmas Day.

V: Merry Christmas, Noona.

PDNoona: Merry Christmas, V.

V: Really?

Ggukie: Oh, are you mad hyung?

PDNoona: Shut it, squirt. Enjoy your family time.

They prepared for the end of the year show. One big final push with all the stress, work, and secrecy for the next comeback. All the hardship and turmoil that had increased with the revelation of inter staff relations. Namjoon kept his head up even after Tasha left. They noticed her waiting for a van one morning, red puffy eyes as she stepped inside.

Namjoon was on his phone most of the time, so it didn’t seem suspicious when he kept checking it.

It was almost New Years before he heard anything back from her. You could tell it was her, by the way, his mood had lightened.

But Tae, on the other hand?

Tae couldn’t help the bitter swell inside of him. Because she left on Christmas Day. She responded to their text messages while sitting in Incheon Airport. Her own eyes were red and puffy. She felt like she was running away, she felt like a coward. She knew that if they were found out, the consequences could be grave.

Not only that? Their work visas were up - and they needed to return home to reapply for a new visa. That and they needed to prepare presentations about their work.

She came to do a job - to get experience. She got all that.

And maybe she might have fallen in love in the process. She was sure that this would be something that would help her grow. She learned things about herself that she couldn’t have in the states.

“I’m sorry.” She stared at her phone before turning it off.

She never turned that phone back on.

There’s nothing like meeting the right person at the wrong time.

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Happy New Year! 6 months later. Chicago, Il.

“Ok, everybody remembers what you’re supposed to do?” The Head PD looked at the gathered staff. “It’s cold. Make sure to keep warmers. Pay attention to your monitors, keep your walkies close.”

The new group of students was wide-eyed and excited. “Alright, this is the HQ. This is where everything happens, pay attention.”

She felt a tap on her shoulder as the count down started in her ear. “You got this?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah, like riding a bike.”

She had finished her coursework in time to jump in on the production staff request. She’d be at the board with no interaction with the boys. It had been almost 7 months since she left to come back home. She knew Tasha was lovesick for Namjoon. Their popularity had exploded, and she knew it would be impossible.

Tasha was out there, though, among the Army - front and center with a headset.

“We’re at zero, chase pattern is go.”

The Rap line came out for Tear. Each member clinging to an area of the stage. Hobi moved to the front, spitting his bars right to the camera. The crowd went wild as the Rap line ad-libbed with him.

Namjoon saw Tasha.

Tasha saw Namjoon.

The stage went dark as the boys retreated for a costume change.

Namjoon had a stern set to his face, his finger toying with his bottom lip.

“Hyung?” Tae’s deep voice disturbed him from his thoughts. He was moments away from his solo performance.

“I saw her, Tae.” Namjoon put his hands on his hips.

Taehyung furrowed his brow, “Who did you see?”

“I saw Tasha Taehyung-ah. She’s on staff.” Namjoon glanced at Tae with a brow ticked upward.

It took a moment between their heavy eye contact to register what he meant. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked around them. Namjoon turned him back to face him.

“Subtle, Tae. You know there are cameras everywhere.” Namjoon moved down that created passageway. Tae stepped on the platform, trying to calm his thundering heart.

If Tasha was here - then maybe?

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All of the best love stories have one thing in common; you have to go against the odds to get there - Unknown

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2 hours later.

“I’m exhausted.” She groaned. “Tash?”

Tasha was glued to her phone. “I’m going to see him.” She looked firm in her resolve. She could only offer her friend a smile.

“Go get him.” Tasha wrapped her up in a hug before grabbing her things.

She was almost out the door when she turned. “Stop fighting it, girl.” Tasha sighed softly.

“What are you talking about?

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop ignoring him. I saw how he looked at you for two whole years, girl. Love just happens. Stop before you regret it.” Tasha frowned, and she left.

She stood watching the empty doorway shaking her head. It won’t matter, she was sure of it. She kept lying to herself about it. The head PD came knocking on the door.

“You did well today.” He offered a short bow, she responded in kind. “I’d like you to come up and talk to the new kids. Maybe help with the new recruits? Most of your class were already assigned to other production companies.”

“Yeah, of course!” She extended her hand, excited to pass the baton. He took her hand, clasped it firmly. “It’s good to have you back on the team.” He turned and left her to finish up.

Back on the team?

She traveled the understage passageways - she knew them well this time around. She came up to the wings and stopped when a shadow blocked her.

“Hello, Noona.” Taehyung’s eyes glittered eerily in those green contacts.

There it was. That heavy electric pulsation flaring to life all over again. She kept her tone professional, neutral. “Hello, V. You did well out there today.” She smiled and moved to walk by him.

He stepped in front of her. “You never texted me back.” There was a smidge of hurt in his tone. She swallowed thickly, tilting her head. “V, listen..”

“That’s not my name.”

“Taehyung, look. We’re not…I’m not…We can’t, ok?” She fought for words, and there was no lie that she could spit that would make sense. “We just can’t.”

“I thought you were braver than this.” A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. This is for the best.” She didn’t dare look into his eyes.

“What about what I think?” He grits his teeth. “…what I feel?”

“I’m here to learn and make sure these new students reap the benefits of working with you all. That’s it.” She was almost convincing herself. Tae gave her an incredulous look. “That’s it. That’s all. So do me a favor, and please don’t charm the new kids, yea?” She managed to tease as that bravado fell over her.

He grabbed her wrist as she walked off. His breathing heavy and erratic, “This isn’t over. I’m not done with you yet. I told you..” He yanked her closer their actions obscured by the thick curtains.

“I want you all to myself.” The sound of his voice still caused her to shiver. The sound of footsteps approaching had him releasing her quickly. He stepped back into the shadows allowing her to immediately join the group from stage right.

BTS appeared from stage left.

Namjoon gave an impassioned speech about the importance of music - and their message. Jeongguk recognized her, and he smirked as he watched her with the new recruits. Taehyung kept a pleasantly neutral face as they prepared to take their picture.

And the professor announced the new recruits for round two of the program. While congratulating those from the first round, who were now going to work with BigHit for the next global tour.

Welcome to the team. She suddenly remembered the Head PD coming to find her. She thought it was strange! A dream come true - the opportunity.

The nightmare unfolding as she and Taehyung locked eyes.

It’s funny; You try to hide your feelings…

…but your eyes speak volumes.

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Duty [7/12]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Smut!! In the first part only. Terrible editing all the way through. Cliffhangers (oops)

Series Summary: Ex-army doctor, and now the Avengers on-mission doctor, Major (Y/n) (Y/l/n), had prepared herself for anything. That was, of course, until she met a devastatingly charming Sergeant from Brooklyn with a quick wit, a kind smile and a taste for adventure. I wonder what will happen?

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Chapter 6

You were surprised at how quickly you adjusted to having someone in the same bed as you again. A month after your injury, Bucky had pretty much moved full-time into your room. His was only a few doors down, but it now acted mainly as a storage room. Predominantly keeping Bucky’s knives safe as you had forbidden them in yours. Although nightmares rarely entered either of your sleeping minds anymore, having the other there when they did, helped significantly. Tonight, there was a pretty heavy thunderstorm going on, and both you and Bucky had woken with a start at the loud claps of thunder that had broken through the silent night. It was now 3 hours later, and you and Bucky had taken to talking, knowing neither of you would get back to sleep unless the storm ended. You always hated thunder, it made you anxious and kept you on edge, and Bucky seemed to feel the same way.

As you lay in the dark facing each other, Bucky was tracing shapes on your back with his metal arm, whilst his other one propped his head up. He was talking animatedly about how Avril Lavigne was actually replaced by someone called Melissa in 2003. Maybe you needed to put a child-lock on YouTube, can you even do that? But he was cute when he talked passionately, even if it was about ridiculous conspiracy theories. You did, however, make a mental note not to ask about the moon landing.

“She even hinted to it in her songs! Have you heard ‘Slipped Away’? Melissa is definitely leaving a clue.” Bucky poked you hard in the side, “Babe? Are you listening? This is important.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening. I heard that apparently their facial structures changed too!” You hid a yawn and faked some enthusiasm. You didn’t want to dismiss something he cared about, but at 4 in the morning it was getting a little difficult.

“I know!” Bucky exclaimed, then he noticed your eyes and his immediately became concerned, “Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?”

You shook your head, and a comfortable silence fell where you took the opportunity to study Bucky’s face, as you had become quite fond of doing. “You know, you’re not at all as I expected,” you whispered, lightly touching his chin where hair was starting to regrow. Photos just didn’t do him justice. They don’t capture the way his eyes light up when he thinks there might be a cake on offer, or the way his hair gently sways in the wind, and its softness just after he’s washed it. The grace at which he moves, and the little smile that appears on his face when he’s basking in the sun. You may be wearing rose-tinted glasses, but he was just about the damn best thing that had come into your life.

“Why’s that then?” He asked after a pause, “Am I devilishly good-looking? Far too handsome for my own good?” You stifled a laugh, and his eyes twinkled mischievously,

“Fatter,” you retorted, “and not nearly as funny.”

“That’s it!” He exclaimed, and dove on you, sitting around your waist to pin you down and tickling you. He was relentless, and you screamed, wiggling around trying to escape from his hold.

“Okay, I’m sorry! I take it back!” You laughed, holding your stomach to try and relieve the ache, “You are far far too handsome for your own good.” He leant back, satisfied with your response.

There was a moment of silence, and you wondered if the storm was finally over, the steady breathing of Bucky beside you was comforting, and you bit your lip trying to contain your smile. He had that effect on you.

“Can I plait your hair?” He questioned

“Uh, yeah sure, why not.” You sat up, situating yourself in between Bucky’s legs as he began a French plait down a portion of your hair. The feeling of his hands gently scratching at your scalp was sent shivers down your spine and a pleasant sensation spread along your neck. You fought a valiant battle against your drooping eyes, trying to keep Bucky company, but to no avail.

The next thing you know, you were waking up to sunlight streaming through the curtains onto your bed, Bucky sprawled out beside you, his hand over your forearm but fast asleep. The clock read 07:42 and so you moved to shut the curtain and try and allow yourself more sleep before the day truly starts. As you run a hand through your hair, it got stuck. Ah yes. One of Bucky’s French plaits. On half of your head. I guess that was your fault for falling asleep on him last night. As you pulled it out, you looked down to admire his sleeping form when his hand stretched out to try and find you. Okay, that was adorable. The curtains and half braided hair forgotten, you slipped back under the covers and folded yourself into him as his arm wrapped around your middle.

“G’Mornin’,” He uttered huskily, his voice still thick with sleep. You wiggled back into him and squeezed his arm in response, before feeling something unmistakeable pressing into your butt.

“It certainly is,” You said, trying not to laugh, before turning around in his arms, meaning your face was inches away from his, your noses almost touching as he opened one eye.

“Don’t be mean,”

“I’m not!” You slid closer to him, pressing your hips against his,

“Yes, you are,” His eyes were now both open. He suddenly seemed a lot more alert. “And you’re not helping the situation,”

“I think you’ll find I am helping the situation, and making it much better for both of us,” You gave him a light but slow kiss, lingering tantalisingly close to his lips afterwards, so close that they nearly touching, trying to tempt him for more. Lucky for you, he took the bait, and captured your lips in a deep kiss. He moved his thigh in between your legs, and you couldn’t help but grind down on it, trying to give some friction to relieve the throbbing that had begun.

Heat was radiating off Bucky’s chest, and your hands wandered over every inch of him. The coolness of his left arm on your thigh was a sensation that was entirely and uniquely Bucky, and you absolutely lived for it. His hand moved around to cup your ass and press you down harder onto him. You let out an involuntary gasp, if things carried on like this, you were going to come off friction alone. Bucky kept a steady pressure on your butt, and you moved back and forth, finding it harder and harder to think straight. The thought of him consumed every part of you, fuelling desire in every sesne. His mouth was urgently moving against yours, a clash of teeth and tongues. Just as you felt your high coming, he replaced his thigh with his hips, moving himself on top of you and pressing his hard length against your heat, and the change made your eyes roll back into your head as tingles engulfed you, spreading warmth along your body as you climaxed.

Bucky started kissing down your neck and along your collarbone, moving his old t-shirt to the side as he did. His other hand moved up underneath your shirt, and he ran his thumb over your already hard nipple. His touch left goose bumps as he massaged gently, and he was leaving nips at the base of your neck where you knew there would be a slight pink mark later. The feeling was angelic, and left you wanting even more. You took off your shirt, leaving you exposed, and the look that Bucky gave you was nearly enough to send you over the edge again. He started kissing down your chest, but you pulled his chin back up.

“You’ve been looking after me for the past month, let me look after you,” You whispered, gently pressing on his shoulder to get him to roll over. As he complied, you straddled him, grinding your now wet underwear into his and kissing him more softly. You placed gentle kisses along his jaw, and slowly worked your way down his body. As you reached down to grab him over his boxers, he let out a small groan, encouraging you to press down and rub him gently as he cursed your name. You pulled his underwear down and kissed his thigh messily whilst pumping him slowly with your hand. You ran your tongue along the soft skin of his inner thigh, whilst looking up at him, his blue eyes piercing into yours. You moved your lips against the base of him and licked up his length, from balls to tip, before swirling your tongue around the top, mixing your spit with his pre-cum. As you finally took him in your mouth, he swore under his breath. You started moving up and down, trying to move your tongue as much as possible in the restricted space. Your other hand was still pumping at the base where you couldn’t take all of him. You built up a steady rhythm, hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing up and down, trying to maintain eye contact with him. His hands were tangled in your hair, holding it back, but the gentle tugs he was giving was enough to keep you going.

“Shit doll, you look so good like that, your mouth feels so good wrapped around me.”

All you could do was hum in response but hearing him groan and grunt in pleasure was enough to build the heat between your legs to an unbearable level. You reached down and slipped your own fingers into your underwear, sliding them along your folds to satisfy yourself, still bobbing your head up and down. You moaned against him at the feel of him in your mouth, and your own fingers inside you. You pressed your own palm down, giving pressure on your clit to add extra stimulation. When Bucky noticed what you were doing, he swore again.

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me, touching yourself like that whilst going down on me, I could cum right now. Come back up here and kiss me.”

You gave him one last lick, pressing his member down on your tongue with your hand and removing your other one from your underwear. As you crawled back up to him, you removed them, and went to kiss him. He met you greedily, slipping his tongue in your mouth immediately. You reached down and lined him up with your entrance, before slowly sinking down onto him. The feeling left you both a little speechless, before you began to move. He rolled his hips to meet you halfway and reached down to play with your clit with his metal hand, the coldness adding to the experience, and made you moan his name. He swallowed it with a deep kiss, and you swore you had gone to heaven. The rhythm you both built up was in perfect synchrony, accounting for the many times you had done this in the past, each of you exploring the other’s bodies, finding ticks, tells and pleasure points. He knew how you worked, far beyond just sex. After a few times of him hitting you just right, you couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“Bucky, I’m going to cum again.”

“I’m right there with you,” He breathed, his movements becoming hastier, and you were struggling to control your own movements. His other hand was on your hip, helping you stay in rhythm, and it gripped hard. The other hand pressed harder onto your clit, which sent you over the edge. As your walls clenched around him, Bucky thrust once more and then stopped as you both reached the end of your orgasms. He throbbed inside you, and your felt yourself involuntarily squeezing around him and pleasure filling you. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily as you attempted to recover. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly, both of you not wanting to move.

You eventually rolled off him and went to clean yourself up. As you stood in the mirror, trying to tame your bedhead, Bucky came up behind you and his arms wound themselves around your waist, gently tracing your surgical scar from the month prior. He kissed your neck and rested his chin on your head. You leant back into him and tried to imprint the image into your brain of him wrapped around you, looking dishevelled but happy, his bright smile challenging that of a star, and it was a picture perfect scene that made your insides flip and smile right back.

“Want to go out for breakfast? Someone said there was a jazz special at the café a few blocks down.” He asked, and who were you to say no to such an offer from such a man.

After placing an order of two black coffees and pancakes to share, you listened to the soft lyrics of ‘At Last’ by Etta James being sung by the cover band, and you felt so relaxed, like a tension that had resided on your shoulders your whole life has been lifted, bit-by-bit, and you were only now feeling the effects. Everything you did, every emotion you felt, every thought you formed felt lighter. You had a bounce in you and a ray of sunshine that came from within. Some might call it love, some might call it happiness, you didn’t care what it was called, as long as it stayed with you.

Bucky’s voice grabbed your attention before you could get completely lost in your thoughts, but before he could get a full sentence out, gunfire sounded loudly across the room, and you pushed the table on its side and jumped behind it, pulling Bucky down with you.

“Why couldn’t they have waited until after the coffee came? For fuck’s sake,” Bucky muttered beside you. You looked over at his, disbelievingly.

“Really? You’re thinking about coffee now?”

“Yeah, someone was snoring so loudly last night I didn’t get much sleep, I need some caffeine.”

“Shut up, caffeine doesn’t have any effect on you anymore, and I definitely don’t snore.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Listen to the bad guy, I’m sure he’s talking about something important.”

As you both peaked over the table, there were two men shouting something about a ransom, and you realised they were holding a group of school kids that had come in on a school trip. The person you assumed to be their teacher was looking frantically around for some help, and you turned back to Bucky, a smile forming on your face.

“Fancy a game of switcheroo?” You asked him, and a laugh escapes his mouth,

“Sure, babe, what does the winner get?”

“First to get captured gets to knock out that one,” You pointed to the one on the left, “Have you seen his frosted tips? I mean come on; he’s basically asking for it.”

“Well, ladies first.” And on that, you stood up, holding your hands in the air. Immediately, they trained their guns on you. Bucky popped up beside you and he spoke, “My name is Bucky Barnes, I’m an Avenger, and I’m also worth a lot more than these kids, so how about I take their place and you let them go.”

“It’s true,” You interjected, “A pair of his old boxers sold for nearly a million on eBay. I’m afraid I’m not worth that much, but I’m entertaining, so there’s that?”

The men looked at each other and nodded. Frosted Tips shouted over, “Come here slowly, hands up and visible, and we will let them go.” You both complied, and walked towards them, “Not the girl,” Not Frosted Tips said. There wasn’t anything distinctive about him, so to distinguish him from the other man you whispered over to Bucky,

“Chad”

Which earnt you a stifled laugh. He was now pointing his guns at you both, but you knew he wouldn’t shoot, because then he wouldn’t have leverage.

“Ah, I’m afraid it’s a package deal, plus two is worth more than one?” You reasoned, and they seemed to accept this, forcing you both on to your knees, “Let everyone else in the room go, they’re no longer involved.”

A short “Leave!” To the rest of the café led to a few moments of panic as everyone tried to run to the small exit at the same time.

When they had managed to escape, Bucky turned to you, “Are my boxers really worth that much?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “Clint put them up as a joke, but it seemed some people really want your boxers. Apparently when he said they were unwashed the price nearly doubled.” Bucky tried really hard to contain a laugh, but as he looked at you, he burst out into a fit, his shoulders shaking heavily. This set you off, and you both were kneeling on the floor at gunpoint, guffawing with laughter. Something whacked your head from behind, and you cried out, the laughter dying out quickly as the floor rose to meet you. Your head was now pounding, and you were pissed off. Bucky was practically growling beside you and went to stand to give them a piece of his mind, but Chad slapped a device on his forehead, and Bucky crumpled.

“No!” you cried, turning to Frosty “What have you done?”

“Don’t worry, Major, everything’s going to be just fine.” And before you could respond, you felt a prick to your temple, and everything went black.

Chapter 8

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