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fictionalwh0ree · 2 years ago

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golden globes- austin butler

gif creds to @dearaustinbutler

summary: you embarrassingly crash into your celebrity crush at the golden globes and then, by what seems like fate, get seated right next to him.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

pt. 2

you clutched onto your long dress, lifting it slightly as you climbed up the few stairs of the golden globes red carpet. the area was filled with people; staff and celebrities, some you knew, others, you didn’t. the clicking of the paparazzi you had just moved past on the carpet was still in earshot and the abundance of cameras everywhere was not helping your nerves. being a shy person who caught a big break and had your life flipped upside down almost overnight, you were left with no time to adjust.

one of the staff began to guide you to the two interviewers who were currently standing alone. you collected yourself and took a deep breath as you walked towards them. you noticed the woman signaling to the cameras. you smiled widely as they greeted you. once past formalities and compliments, they moved to ask you questions about the movie that had gotten you nominated for best actress in a drama motion picture.

finally, the brief interview was reaching its end and they asked their last question.

“is there any celebrity you’re hoping to meet while you’re here?” the woman asked.

“umm,” you began, giggling a little as you thought.

“maybe natasha lyonne. i love but i’m a cheerleader. it’s one of my favourites, and orange is the new black,” you continued, “and also, i feel like this is really basic, but austin butler. i mean elvis was just, incredible. i really admire his dedication to his role and just how much effort he put into making that movie.”

“i agree completely. good luck,” the man concluded.

you gave them both a short hug before walking off and waiting for another member of the staff to guide you into the actual room. you checked in and were given your table and seat number on a paper. you began to walk between the busy tables in search of your own. your head swivelled from side to side as you looked at the placeholders, when suddenly, you crashed into a tall figure in front of you. you immediately stepped back and before he could even turn around, you were apologizing, your cheeks heating up.

“i’m so sorry,” you said, wide-eyed.

“it’s all good,” the man, you now recognized as the austin butler, said.

your jaw dropped slightly as you stared. as if crashing into some stranger at your first golden globes wasn’t embarrassing enough, it just had to be him. not only did you love elvis, but you’d begun to harbour a small crush on the man. yes, you’d said you’d wanted to meet him in your interview, but did you totally mean it? no. especially not this way. you realized that you were staring when a smile began to tug at austin’s lips and he tipped his head forward slightly, waiting for you to speak again.

“i’m really really sorry,” you began.

“i was just looking for my seat and i wasn’t looking where i was going. this is my first time here, not that i didn’t make that obvious enough by crashing into you like an idiot and all,” you rambled, not able to meet his eyes.

“it’s okay, really,” he laughed, “here, let me help you find your seat.”

he moved to stand next to you as you pulled your paper out. his entire left arm was pressed against yours and he held one side of the tiny paper, you holding the other. he leaned down as well, his head now near yours as he examined the paper, squinting slightly.

“you’re in luck,” he said, “i’m sitting at the same table.”

he smiled at you and you smiled back weakly, trying to hide the fact that you felt like you were going to melt out of embarrassment. you followed him as he walked between the tables until slowing down.

“i think our table is right… here,” he said, coming to a stop.

he pulled your chair out from under for you and signalled for you to sit. you did just that and he proceeded to push your chair in before he took his own seat, right by your side.

“thank you,” you said, turning towards him.

“no problem,” he responded.

“i’m y/n, by the way,” you said.

“yeah, uh, i know,” he said laughing nervously, his cheeks taking on a pink tint.

“i watched your movie, it was amazing. you were incredible,” he continued, the compliment making that familiar heat rise to your cheeks yet again.

“thank you,” you said shyly, “i watched elvis, too.”

“did you enjoy it?” he asked expectingly.

“yes! oh my god, yes. i mean, i was always a fan of his music and the movie just made it better. not to mention, you were amazing,” you said.

“thank you,” austin said, his voice deep and thick with a hint of elvis’s accent still remaining.

jerrod carmichael, the host for the evening, called everyone’s attention to announce that the awards ceremony would be starting in five minutes.

“i haven’t met that many people nowadays that were fans of elvis before the movie,” austin spoke again after the brief interruption.

“i love his music. i have a bunch of his vinyls. i don’t really care how many times i have his songs repeated on different albums, i always buy them,” you said.

“you collect records?” he asked, intrigued, to which you nodded.

“so i’m assuming you like old music?” he asked.

“i love it,” you answered, “old rock mostly. elvis, the kinks, hendrix, zeppelin, motley crue, joan jett, y’know? all that stuff.”

“oh wow. you have records for all of them?” he asked curiously.

“yeah,” you confirmed, “do you collect?”

“i started, but i can guarantee your collection is way better than mine,” he said, laughing lightly.

“oh, i’m sure you have a good collection too,” you assured, causing him to laugh.

“no no,” he said, still laughing, causing you to laugh too.

“it can’t be that bad,” you said, smiling widely.

“well considering it’s mostly hand-me-down shitty yacht rock and hall and oates, i’d say it is,” he smiled.

“hey, don’t shit on hall and oates,” you said playfully.

“alright, alright,” he said, an amused look in his eyes, “you’re right, hall and oates is good.”

“that’s better,” you laughed.

“y’know, i’d really love to see your collection,” austin spoke, a hint of shyness in his voice and a pink hue reaching his cheeks again.

“here, i’ll give you my number and we’ll arrange it,” you smirked.

“okay then,” he said, satisfied with himself as he pulled his phone out and handed it to you.

you typed in your name and number, trying to suppress the jitters you had from the fact that you were giving your celebrity crush your phone number.

the lights dimmed and the crowd went silent, marking the beginning of the eventful night, and although you were at the golden globes, you couldn’t wait for it to be over so he would text you.

#austin butler imagine #austin butler x y/n #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you

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keyotos · 1 year ago

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book lover

summary ⎯ you rant about your book to alhaitham. he takes the time to admire you during your tangents.

tags ⎯ fluff. idk its just really cute. soft alhaitham idk what to tell you. you and alhaitham are two little book nerds that read physical books together and rant abt them. u2 are giving old happily married couple tbh.

tana's words ⎯ idk mane im in love. but BLADE trailer came out today so idk..... feeling a little bit i'm abt to commit an infidelity

you looked very conflicted as your eyes scanned the words of the book you were currently reading. to any other person, you looked rather focused. your face was pensive and your eyes were fixated on the novel you were reading.

but to alhaitham (who thinks and hopes he's the one that knows you the most), he realizes you're disconcerted by the novel you're reading. it's the way you're slightly pouting (almost frowning) your lips as you continue reading, like you're dissatisfied. your eyes aren't focused, but instead they were crinkled with confusion. what you're actually focused on is how much more ludicrous this book could get.

alhaitham picks his book back up again and continues his book, "murder on the orient express," by margaret atwood. something you recommended to him. alhaitham started it right after he finished the book he was reading previously, forgetting about the other books on his shelf.

alhaitham was nearly halfway into the novel when he turned his head to check on you again. this time, there was no doubt you looked pained. your eyes were narrowed with incredulity as you read the rest of the passage. you were biting your lip and your grip on the book was tight. you wanted to say something, alhaitham figured out.

so alhaitham puts down his book on the nightstand and stretches. he wraps his hands around your waist and moves closer to you, his head now resting on your shoulder. he reads a few passages here and there. and the way you slow down as you read does not elude him: he knows you're just waiting for him to finish his passage.

you two stay like this for a while. alhaitham's hands are wrapped around your body as his head lays comfortably on your shoulder. he presses a few kisses to your neck here and there, never failing to make you heat up. he's pulled you closer into him by now; you're on the verge of sitting on his lap in the bed. but even during this relaxing moment, you couldn't help but feel stress. it's probably because of this god-awful book you're reading.

you let out a loud sigh, slamming your book shut and not even bothering to bookmark it (you're a dog-earer; alhaitham thinks you're despicable for it). you lay it down on your nightstand before you take the time to melt into alhaitham's touch. once you've put your book down, you take a deep breath, and alhaitham swears he feels life return back into you.

alhaitham presses a quick kiss to your jaw, "are you okay?"

you faintly smile at him, "fine." and alhaitham knows what will come next. alhaitham studies you; he tries to dissect your every word and expression; and most of all, he always wants to find out more about you, despite having being with you for a long time already.

your smile disperses, now followed by a scowl, "i lied. i'm not fine," you rubbed your eyes with your hands as alhaitham listened to you, "can your brain hurt after reading something so terrible? my brain feels like it aged fifty years and i'm not even finished with this god-awful book. nothing in here makes sense, the plot is rudimentary at most, and the characters are making me want to rip my hair out," you ranted, your hands going to massage your temples because of how angry you were getting.

"and it's not just that too," you continued. alhaitham's eyes were on you; listening to every word, watching your eyes, and your lips. he wanted to kiss you into peace, but he also loved hearing your tirades. the way your voice became so passionate and wild made him feel things that he thought he wouldn't have felt before.

"the plot barely makes any sense. like, you're telling me grown people act like this? these people are two decades older than us, haitham," he feels himself melt at the sound of his name, nodding along to your tangent so you know he's listening, "but they act like teenagers! like... don't you have jobs? lives?" you pick up the covers that enshroud your body and proceed to let out the loudest groan into them.

you pulled down the covers, letting out a deep sigh. "sorry, i had to get that out," you turned to look at alhaitham, only to see him staring right back at you.

"i guess you're not recommending that one," alhaitham joked, removing his hands from your waist and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing you against him. he presses a kiss to your temple as he feels you breath slowly.

"definitely not," you shook your head, now leaning onto alhaitham's shoulder, "the thing was, my friend recommended that to me. so, i don't know if they hate me or not, because there's no way they'd genuinely think this book was good."

alhaitham hummed, "maybe they were trying to gauge your reaction," alhaitham's hand slipped under your shirt and started tracing shapes on your bare collarbone, "like you did to me that one time," alhaitham adds, tone lifting with mock-exasperation.

you laugh, and alhaitham thinks the sound is absolutely heavenly. sometimes, especially during long nights in the akademiya, he dreams of your laughter and your smile. the sound is so melodic that any other laugh became incomparable and unrivaled by yours.

"okay, that was pretty funny though," you poked his cheek, grinning, "i almost spit out my drink when you got to that one sex scene. i thought you'd never take any recommendations from me ever again," you joyfully reminisced, letting yourself sink into alhaitham's warmth.

"'how fast you go. you arrive at a conclusion much sooner than i would permit myself to do,'” alhaitham quotes. his hands travel farther down your shirt as he allows himself to kiss your neck.

you ignore his actions, turning to him suddenly, "you're reading murder on orient express?" your eyes widen.

alhaitham's expression remains neutral, still kissing your body, "of course. i read everything you recommend me." he didn't expect you to be so shocked. he regards your opinion with high value.

your eyes still remain wide, not moving away from his face as alhaitham mindlessly rubs his hands up and down your torso, "even the bad ones?"

alhaitham chuckles, "even the bad ones. but, if it makes you feel better, you haven't recommended me any terrible books yet. at least, not as terrible as the one you're reading currently."

you sigh, looking at the disgraced book on the nightstand, "yeah... i don't think books can get worse than that one," you turn back to run your hand through alhaitham's hair, sorting out a few strands here and there. alhaitham quietly hums as you do so, sounding pleasantly satisfied.

"why are you reading murder on the orient express so soon? thought you had that other book to read about," you quietly asked.

"because i love you. and i want to experience what you experienced," alhaitham says it like it's the easiest thing in the world. i love you. i want to experience things with you. it makes your heart flutter infinitely through the stars. you've read countless romance novels through your years, yet no author would be able to word love as well as alhaitham did.

you smile wide, and alhaitham thinks if he was a dying man, seeing your smile would allow him to survive for decades. too flustered to say anything, you tuck yourself into the nape of his neck, hiding from his prying eyes.

you know alhaitham. you are aware that he knows you just as well as you know him. you know that, with one glance, alhaitham is probably able to determine every single thought you're thinking. with one word from your mouth, alhaitham understands you immediately, no need to elaborate. it's long lasting, the mutual understanding the both of you have.

yeah, alhaitham can read you like a book. he takes great satisfaction in doing so, as well.

you grab his chin and tilt his head down to meet yours, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. you grin once again (a sight alhaitham will never get sick of) and turn off the lamp next to your bed. you whisper, "good night," in his ear and cover yourself with the sheets as you drift off into sleep, content with this night despite the horrible book.

alhaitham softly smiles, even chuckles a little bit about how fast you went to bed. he traces your jawline with his thumb before turning off his light and pulling you closer into him.

alhaitham usually does not reread books. but, if you were a book, he'd think he would reread you over and over again, because every time he finds something new to love about you, there is always more. you reel him in more than any hook. you interest him more than any other topic. you grab his attention more than any other story.

maybe he's over exaggerating. but that's no big deal for now. for now, alhaitham will just enjoy you and your presence. and he will reread you the next time he has a chance.

umm idk if that ending made sense but it's like 4am rn and idrc. alhaitham is prob ooc in this but whateva bc i like my men to be nice bc I CAN CHANGE THEM!! anyway srry if this don't make sense its 4am rn

#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #alhaitham x yn #idk yall i like books and i like him #this is the third post i've made abt him holy fuck #im insane abt him sry

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isthisimportant · 6 months ago

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Stay

Fandom: LOTR

Pairing: Faramir x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.2k (Wow. Right on the dot!)

Warnings: None apply!

A/N: I'm still reading the books (currently on return of the king) and I couldn't help but fall in love with this man. Please have something extremely teeth-rotting and cliche, but it melts my heart.. I swear.

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The sun was bidding its farewell, and its once harsh light, now soft, shone through the windows, tinting the room a glowing shade of orange.

You glanced once at the scroll laid out before you and the sun was gone. Its light now replaced by the cool light of the stars. You walked to your window in search of the moon. You liked looking for her and welcoming her as one would a lifelong friend. She did not disappoint. She appeared quickly from behind a cloud almost as if she was as delighted as you were upon your reunion. It was a regular practice of yours to greet her upon her arrival and it gave you some peace to your mind.

It was short-lived, however, when a knock at your door startled you and you were faced with Faramir, captain of Gondor swaying on your doorway, half-covered in sweat, breathing heavily, you could assume, in pain.

“Y/N...”, he merely whispered your name before you instinctively reached out to hold him as his body tilted forward, out of his control.

“Captain Faramir, my lord, what brings you to this state?”

You led him to the bed at the corner of the room next to the desk with tonics and elixirs.

It was customary for soldiers to be tended to at the Houses of Healing but for Captain Faramir, one might guess he would have his treatment go to him in his chambers, much like the steward. Of course he had come here more than occasionally for several minor injuries. The reasons for that you couldn’t understand. You were now well acquainted with the captain and he with you. He trusted you and brought many of his men to your healing hands.

“I would tell you everything. Once you have given me something to relieve me.” He groaned and laid down on the bed, taking off his armour.

You stared at him in confused wonder for a few moments before springing into action: you bade him take off his shirt for you to inspect the damage while preparing a tonic for the pain. Unbeknownst to you, he was gazing at you with wonder as well. The way you worked so quickly but with resolve and calm. He welcomed the feeling of your gentle fingers on his skin, tending to his wounds. It was not by accident that he chose this door in the circle. He was accustomed to the path that led to your door all too much. He’d grown attached to you ever since he watched you save the life of one of his soldiers.

You pressed a cloth drenched in another elixir to his wound and he drew his breath sharply. As a reflex you put your hand on his head, hushing him softly. There was only the dressing of the wound left.

“Hold this to the wound, Captain.”

He begrudgingly did as you said and took from you the cloth. You swiftly tied up the wound and handed him a tumbler of water.

He moved to sit but you laid a hand on him once more, on his shoulder. “Please, Captain, lie down.”

He nodded and gulped down the water quickly. You turned to clear up the mess and opened another window.

“Thank you, Y/N. I feel as if I were being healed by Elvish medicine.”

You felt heat creep up your cheeks as you turned to meet his eyes. They were soft and sincere. His hair glowed almost silver in the moonlight. His features showed gratitude and something else you could not quite place.

“Elvish medicine is far superior to our practices, my lord.” You bowed your head, afraid that you would be encaptivated forever by his gaze if you suffered it any longer.

“And... I was only doing my duty. You needn’t thank me. It is a small token of appreciation for all you do for your people.”

You mustered a small smile directed at him and found him still staring at you with the same look in his eyes, speechless.

“If that will be all, my lord, I would bid you good night.”

You turned and all but ran to the door when he spoke again, softly, unsure of his own words.

“Will you not stay?” It came like an arrow and it pierced your walls. It did not cause you pain or grief but rather longing and doubt. ‘Stay?’ Stay with Captain Faramir through the night as he sleeps, watching over him? Perhaps even, holding him should he feel anymore pain? How could you possibly say no?

“I can call on one of the others for you, my lord. I’m afraid my shift comes to an end when the moon begins hers in the sky.”

You did not look at him for his answer. You waited, head bowed.

Faramir didn’t expect this. He thought he was certain about the feelings each of you held for the other. He thought you would always stay by his side and he by yours. But perhaps he was the sun and you were the moon, destined to travel the same road in the same sky but cursed to never meet because it wasn’t the way of the world.

“If that is your wish, I will not stop you. But do not trouble the others for me.” The words came out hesitantly, in disappointment.

“Then I shall take your leave, Captain. May you rest well.”

He watched you leave so quickly and felt his heart drop quicker. Suddenly, the pain in his side intensified and he groaned clutching at his wound. As he did so, he dropped his tumbler and it fell with a resounding echo in the empty room. Embarrassed beyond measure he let the tumbler be and just laid there staring at the ceiling.

He wished you would return and hold his hand, magically washing away his anguish. He could almost feel your touch again and the thought soothed him. He closed his eyes and held on to that thought. It made him blissfully drift away with the cool wind on his cheeks.

In that state between wakefulness and sleep he brought your imaginary hand to his lips and kissed it. But he found he did not kiss air but skin. Perhaps it was another illusion cast by his dreams. He then felt a hand part the hair on his face and a pair of lips on his forehead, unsure and almost trembling but sweet. He didn’t wake. He didn’t want to wake and destroy the moment. Content and relieved of his pain, he fell into a deep sleep. It was a good dream.

When he awoke to rays of sunlight prickling at his eyes, he found you fast asleep on your chair with your head on his bed. The tumbler had been placed on the table, full of water once more. He looked down to find your hand entwined with his. Was this also a dream? It could not be. For even his dreams could not conjure such a divine picture of you. Whatever it may be, he would not disturb this. No, he would lay here forever if it would make this feeling last as long.

#faramir x reader #captain faramir #lotr #lotr fanfic #faramir x reader fluff

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER SIX

Sorry for the slight delay, but here is chapter six. I had to cut it short bc i'm currently babysitting but i wanted to get it to you guys. but dont worry, next chapter will have all the parts that i didnt get to finish in this one plus.....it will be Heejeong's turn ;)

Warnings: Smut....this entire chapter is just pretty much....pure smut. it goes back and forth between consensual and non-con....and it's pretty descriptive. breeding kink, HS being dominant, relentless, and yeah....unprotected sex.....umm...i think thats it. aside the fact that its intercourse between step siblings.

“H-Heeseung! Ah!”

………………….

Restrained by the grasping hold Heeseung held onto, your wrists suffered the sharpened sensation of his fingers and palms pinning them against the wall.

You had tried your best to struggle free, even getting as far as detaching yourself from him for a brief moment before he extended his reach and caught you once more.

“Noooooo…..come here baby….you feel so soft….touching you like this is all that’s been on my mind…”

“Stop….Heeseung stop….this…this is wrong…we can’t!”

“Oh yes we can….watch me.”

“Heeseung!”

.................

Now here you were, backed up against the wall, and the width of his enlarged frame trapping you in.

Your own step-brother…..

..................

"Upon meeting the notorious Blackbeard, his face sly with a deceiving look…

His eyes grasped on to the maiden like a fisherman’s hook.

Yet all is said and done, the man has tricked mother, father, son, and friends.

His secret will be known, a closet that reveals his darkest trends…."

……………..

Sitting you on the edge of the thin console table, his chest pushes you back, causing your shoulder blades to meet with the cool wall.

The way he propped you on the table gave him the upperhand to focus more in melting into your body as he only needed to minimally support both your weight, which allowed him to focus on getting you to surrender...

His tux became loose as his jacket slid off his shoulders, the buttons on his collard shirt came undone, and his bow tie unraveling; his hands loop under your thighs, making you further lean back against the surface of the wall, with only the table bearing the density of your weight.

Standing and leaned forward into you, he positions himself in between your legs, loving the fact that he had you falling apart for him.

You turned your face away, as much as you felt shameful, knowing this whole ordeal was wrong….it felt so right….it felt so good. Yet you couldn't find yourself brave enough to face him straight on; he was, after all, your stepbrother.

“Ugh…Heeseeeeeeung.”

Sucking on your neck, the squeezing sound of his lips suckling onto your skin was his only response, up until he pulls away, releasing the suction of his mouth that latched on to your soft neck.

“Yeah baby…..” gasping a deep groan against your ear, you felt his hand reach down, snaking itself into the opening of his trousers and feeding his length out. It was long, thick, and stiff…..it was exactly what you wanted at this moment since he had you emotionally and physically dislocated.

He didn’t immediately penetrate you, in fact, he took great pleasure in toying with you first, his own manner of performing four play.

With his tip, he drifts it along the lining of your slit and probed your opening, all the while he slowly…..sloooooooowly licked your neck from the base to the edge of your jawline.

“Ugh! Please!!”

“Yeah….just like that baby…..get wet for me.”

Noticing the heat and moisture rising in between your legs, he harshly taps his lengthy cock against your clit, slapping it repeatedly and enhancing the sensitivity of each tap.

How could he do this to you? Going against your wishes to cause a stir of raging, euphoric turmoil to take place in your gut, only to tease you…

“Please…” you whimpered. You nearly were begging at this point as your words ended in broken gasps while you softly sobbed. It was so painful.

The tingling numbness was too much, your hips were gyrating fiercely as your thighs shook with an uncontrollable urge to wrap around his waist. Your clit and opening was pulsating, you found yourself wanting it to be filled and stuffed with every inch of him. At this point, you needed it.

Hyperventilating, your chest rises in an up and down motion as you tried to steady your breathing, yet it was nearly impossible. The numbness in the depths of your core became stronger, you could feel the heated moisture of your body’s lubricant oozing out as you clenched your opening, trying to prevent it all from gushing out.

Grabbing onto your arms, he pins them to your side as he slightly lifts, and adjusts your position to where your rear practically hung off the edge of the table. The back of your head and your shoulder blades remain plastered on the wall, sliding downwards as you felt him pulling you to the edge, right up against his groin.

With your legs held taut, he centers himself to your opening, poking you with his tip as he scoffs out a sly smirk while bearing teeth.

"A little sensitive, are we?” Biting down on his bottom lip, he admits a dark chuckle while he feels you slightly jump from the shocking sensation of his probing offense.

"Pl-please....." you whined out. Initially, you may have had wanted him to stop, yet now, all you yearned for was him to be inside you.

"Come here baby......" his hands loop around your thigh in an overhead position, pulling you towards him, causing you to further slide down as your rear hangs over the edge of the table completely, your hair decorating the wall as the strands lay sporadically against it.

Propping yourself, you rest against your palms as you flatten them on the surface of the table, forcing the weight of your body to remain on stilted foundation, shifting your weight back and forth between each hand.

His thumb rubs your clit in small, circular motions as he commits tiny hip thrusts, teasing your entry with his tip as it remains in contact, yet is refrained from fully entering.

"Please....what are you doing?......." you begged as you felt your head move upwards in a small, slightly pouncing manner upon feeling him pressing against you, only to be pulled back and snapping back against the center of your slit once more.

"Shhhh.....its okay baby relax......relaaaaaaaaax......relax for big brother Heeseung." he whispers, all the while he rests his forehead against yours as he focuses his sight down on to your exposed breasts, and your clit, which he continued to rub with the padding of his thumb.

Succumbing to the edge of his teasing notion, you felt your entire body shake with a vibration that was so intense, it was unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your breathing became uncontrolled, and the moment it hitched, thats when you felt the ooze of the sweet, warm, and gushing liquid exiting from your cavity, leaking in between the folds and meeting with his skin. Feeling it drip out with his tip, he releases a prolonged sigh upon sensing the warmth of the moisture that was releasing out, kissing his tip as he rubs it up and down in between your swollen lips.

"Uuuuuh huuuuh.....you ready for me?"

"Y-yes...."

"You sure?"

"Yes...." you pleaded. Your voice releases an airy crack as you found yourself sobbing yet again from the amount of relentless pressure, numbness, and the unbearable tingle that punched your gut as each second went by. You needed to be filled, you needed him.

"Uuuuugh....please.......please....do....do something....do everything.....i just....."

"Just what?" he demanded as he continued to rub your clit, all the while staring down with an aloof expression. The tone of his voice grew stern. Whispering with a firm and solid tone, he repeats once more. "Just what?...."

"I just......ugh......I need you....." you bit down on your tongue as you finally admitted defeat. You couldn't help it, it was all his fault for bringing you at the stage you were now in, although you sensed that he looked at it from a different perspective.

He blamed you. He felt it was your fault, for merely existing....for breathing....for being yourself.....for being so beautiful and always speaking in that seducing voice that was so feminine in nature. The way he saw it, everything was your fault and he loved it. You sensed it...you knew it deep down, now that it became obvious that he was yearning for you the entire time since meeting you.

"Awww....you need me baby? Hmm?"

"Y-yes......"

"Say it again, then."

"I....I need you...."

"Yeeeeeeeeaaah.....you do." he whispers into your ear, before he places a soft kiss right on your cheek, keeping his lips in place as he rubbed his thumb in soft, circular motions against your lower back. It was so tender and romantic, it nearly caught you off guard.....until you felt the stretch of his entry.

Jolting violently, you nearly jumped off the table had it not been his firm hold in keeping you steady. With one hand looping around your lower back, and the other plastered on your inner thigh, pushing it aside, forcing you to remain fully exposed and vulnerable, his stiff muscle needed no guidance as he begins to shove himself in.

"Ugh! Ah! H-Heeseung..." you began whimpering out, continuously jolting upwards, trying to evade his entry as the feeling of being opened felt more painful than pleasurable.

Naturally, since it had been quite a while since you last had intercourse, spending all your time in college focusing on your studies, merely using a simple vibrator to get by on your urges and needs, the last time you recalled having sex was well before you started attending your university, and was graduating high school.

Yet the feeling of being breached, from when you dated someone from a different school, or even back when you had your first, well before your senior year, when you had a steady boyfriend who shared the same class, the feeling felt nothing as it had right now, with Heeseung.

The way he was built, he was more bold, hard, and strong. Everything about him was ten times more intense than the average man, which would explain why you were feeling the immense sting. What propelled you to fear more, was the fact that he hadn't even fit himself in yet, not even the tip.

"It hurts! It hurts! Please! Please stop....." You winced your eyes shut and gasped out in deep breaths, feeling your breasts rise from the inhales and pressing up against his hard chest plate.

Again, you shifted your hips upwards and away, trying to avoid him entering, yet his hold on you kept you still, and you were in no position to remove any one of your hands from the table that supported your weight, unless you had planned on falling back completely.

Slowly, you felt the skin around your cavity conforming to the bulging tip as he slowly pressed in further, finally feeding the bulbous top of his shaft in, inch by inch. If the pain was so bad with just the very tip of his cock partially entered, how was it going to feel once he starts to slide the rest of his length in?

You couldn't bear the thought, taking the risk, you quickly shifted one of your palms and pressed it against his abdominal muscles, right on his pelvis, with your palm flat against him. Pushing, you gained just a slight bit of distance as you pushed yourself back, not at all having any effect to the stallion before you. Still, it didn't matter whose body needed to move, so long as you could create a gap between you two, which you did...just a few inches, until he tugged you by the grasp he had around your lower back, harshly pinning your thigh down even more as he digs his fingers into your supple skin.

"No......." you whispered desperately as he slowly continues to fit himself inside, which was hard as he found the friction to be the result of your preserved nature in abstaining from casual and constant sex.

"You were a good girl throughout college, weren't you?" He scoffs as he inhales deeply upon savoring the feeling of your warm skin, slowly surrounding his. "I"m gonna fuck you up so good." He smirks out.

Slowly.....painfully.....little by little, he continues to feed himself in, the very tip already opening you as he starts to enter.

"Stop! Please stop! Too much! It's too much!" you cry out, your palm pressing him again, yet it was no use.

Ignoring your pleas and constant whimpering, he merely relays a calm expression under half heavy lids, watching as his muscle continues to go inside you.

"I know....it wont hurt for long, I promise....just be a good girl and take it all in, I promise I'll make the pain go away. I'll make you feel really good...like a fucking queen.....and i'm going to love doing it." He gently tones out, leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. The moment he did so, while he bends inward, you felt a sudden sliding of his shaft expediting its entry as his body caves into you, causing you to push against him once more, only to find that it did nothing to aid you. Instead, it fueled him with an instinctive nature of dominance and aggressiveness, you saw it by the way. he bit down on his lip and smirk out a deep chuckle. If you hadn't known any better, the man looked animalistic, and you were the prey of the raging beast.

"Almost there.....fuck baby.....you feel soooooooo good......been wanting....to feel you......wanting to make you feel good......fucking love you." He stutters out, locking your lips with his own in the process.

"No! Stop! Please take it out!" you gasped out as he kept his tongue inside your mouth.

He continues to slide in, while he massages his tongue over and under yours, stroking and complimenting your canines.

Finally, the moment you felt the base of his groin making contact with your pelvis, you gasped in relief. He was finally all in, which you had wanted, up until you felt the pain. Now that he was nestled inside you, he allowed you to regain your breathing and even guided you into taking deep breaths.

"Breathe baby.....mmm...breathe....yeah....good girl. Breathe for me."

Forming a small circle with his lips, he looked as if he was going to whistle, instead, he merely blows on your forehead, a method to faintly cool you as you took in your breaths. You weren't sweating, not yet, nor were you feeling hot, but the second you felt his breath blowing against your skin, you felt a sense of relaxation coming back to you.

The lustful numbing and tingling was calming, like a raging storm calmed by the tranquility of the sunlight, the pulsating punches were toned down as he bellowed out and remained burrowed inside your soft muscles.

"Deep breaths baby." he issued, and immediately, he begins to move in and out.

Gasping and slamming both hands on his biceps, you relied on his strength and his broad frame as you held on for dear life. Since he was already inside, remaining on the stilt platform of your hands and trying to create distance was pointless, he was so close....and was going to remain close. Yet the stinging pain remained, and you were desperate in trying to appeal to him yet again....

"STOP...stop.....stop....pl-please...oh my God.....stop...." you breathed out each word in an airy gasp as you squeezed the material of his tux, digging your fingers into his arms.

"Shhh, breathe baby." was all he murmured as he continued to move, thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. His speed was neither fast nor slow, just deep and thick.

Tilting your head back, he watches as your throat shifts up and down as your body receives his penetrating act. Up and down...up....and down.....

"Theeeeere you go.......just like that......breathe baby.....breathe." he guides in a whisper, reaching up and cradling a gentle grasp on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking in an up and down motion on the center of your throat. "Just like that......fuck....breathe for me baby girl."

Just then, he starts picking up the pace. "Yeah, breathe....uh huh...just like that....fuck....fuck you're so damn pretty."

“P-please…..n-not so hard……I-I feel like I’m breaking….”

“Come on baby, keep fucking it.”

Increasing speed, your body was now bouncing ferociously up and down, growing weak as the base of his groin muscles slam into you. The sting transitions into a burning sensation from being slightly torn open, yet the tingling and numbing sensation turned into something that was so very pleasant......so much in fact, that you began to release prolonged moans of erotic nature.

"Uuuuugh...."

"Oh fuck....good girl......keep going, i fucking love the way you sound and look right now."

"Uuuuuuuuuugh...mmmm.....mmmmmmmm.....uuuuugh..."

"Yeah....good girl. Fuck it...my good girl."

The sound of his skin kissing yours as he slaps his pelvis against you, thrusting his muscle in and out, twitching and flicking it up each time he rails deep within you. Shifting your weight up and down at his mercy, your body goes completely weak and limp from his insatiable hunger for lust.

"Uh...fuck baby.....you want more? Hmm?....Come here....Ill give you more..."

Shifting his hands to meeting and wrapping around the narrow part of your waist, beneath the slinky material of your dress, which had been rolled and coiled around your waistline, leaving your top and bottom half to be fully nude and exposed, he feeds his hands under the fabric. Feeling his rough hands pinch a grip on your sides, you felt him pulling and tugging you, lifting your entire weight up and down as he bounced you on his length at merciless speed.

Your feet dangle off in mid air as your legs remained spread wide open, with his frame centered in between, your rear still hangs off the edge of the table, yet your body sustains and remains upright thanks to his support as you latched your grip on to his arm, and wrapped your other arm around his neck.

"Oh my God....no!.....ugh!"

"Yes....."

"N-no....please...."

"Yes baby."

Going back and forth had created a sense of immense sexual tension between you both. Each time he responded, he went faster, deeper, and harder, and before you knew, it, you found yourself gushing out and splattering as he rammed himself inside you.

At this point, the burning and stinging had fully disappeared. All you could feel, was the punching pikes of pleasure that was hitting you inside and out, all from his unyielding performance and stamina. Hitting the right spot each and every single time, you moaned out his name, craving for more.

"Ugh.....oh......mmmm....Heeseung..."

"Talk to me baby....."

"Mmm...mmmmm...oh God....more! Please.....please....do..do more....."

"Yeah?" Leaning in once again, he places a delicate and passionate kiss on your lips, inserting his tongue and dragging the tip of it across the roof of your mouth. Clicking it back in, you felt the snap of his oral muscle as he flicks it inside, becoming addicted to the harsh 'click' sound that came with it.

Melting into him, you were fused with his body. Even so, at the moment, when you leaned a bit back to your original position, placing both palms flat on the surface to support your weight, it didn't matter that you were no longer wrapping your arms around his neck. The moment you were on the stilt position that founded your upper weight, it gave him leverage to not only go faster and harder, but to make you bounce relentlessly as you felt him pounding against your pelvic and rear muscles.

Now, you were squelching as the sound of moisture and skin rubbing, molding, and unifying was filling the room. Your moans became more drawn out and louder, while your hair flew all around as you felt yourself being levitated by his grasp. Everything felt amazing, it didn't matter that you were being fucked relentlessly....by your own step brother.

Tilting your head back, you pushed your hip up against him, lifting it slightly, allowing him to fuck you deeper.

"Awww fuck baby....you're going to make me cum."

Stuffed, thrusted, and bouncing on his thick muscle, you nearly screamed out as you felt the peak of that tingling sensation, building up and was near a point of massive explosion as the tip of his dick repeatedly taps against the soft spot, deep inside your stomach.

"Ugh!....mm!....Ugh!....Heeseung fuck me....please Heeseung fuck me...oh my God please....." you whimpered out, the pleasure was so great, the tears that streamed down your face was not of pain this time around, but from the intensity of his euphoric deliverance to your throbbing cunt.

Leaning in for the final time, he wraps his arms around you, lifting and settling your entire frame on the hilt of his lower abdomen, forcing your legs to wrap themselves and rest against the hilt of his hip. With added depth, the motions of your body bouncing up and down became much more steep as you felt his hand grab on to one of your rear cheeks. Squeezing it within his grasp, while using it as a leverage point to add momentum, he lifts and pushes it downward in sync with each thrust, adding a heightened boost in fucking his throbbing cock inside you.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum..." he spurts out against your neck.

With your arms wrapped around his neck once more, you lean your head back and allow him to breathe, gasp, and scoff out pleasurable groans against your throat.

"Ugh! Please....ugh please....." you begged, coming close to climax.

"I know baby...I know.......we'll do it together.....fuck baby.....we'll cum....together..." He groans out, mouth parted open as he latches it on your skin, gasping out.

"Ugh! Heeseung!"

"Fuck, beautiful!"

The moment you gushed out, with the hot liquid seeping and coating his length, all from his vigor, Heeseung bursts out, and explodes inside as he releases.

Coating your walls and staining that soft spot that his raging tip was just beating on, his essence fills you to the brim. Despite already stopping at a clinic to pick up birth control pills upon settling things with Kurt, and dating again, you enjoyed the rush of Heeseung's ejaculation filling you, allowing the natural process of breeding to take place, even if you were taking preventative measures against getting pregnant. The delightful thought of his semen swimming inside, traveling deep inside your body and rushing into fertilize you was something that aid you to reach climax at such a profound state. You loved every single second of it.

Jutting his length deeper as it remained fully inside, Heeseung's face remains burrowed against our breast, suckling on your nipple as he thrusts a few more times, ensuring that he emptied himself entirely inside your body.

Once satisfied, he reaches down and holds himself at the base with two fingers, slowly pulling out. Each time you had felt as if he was close to fully exiting, you were reminded just how lengthy he was as he would continue to slowly slide, causing you to feel the rippling lining of the veins that decorated his cock.

"Mmm....Heeseung..." you whimpered out with furrowed brows of slight pain. The sensation of being stretched out and torn open was coming back now that you had rode out the high of your orgasm.

Listening onto the suckling sound of his mouth while it remains latched on to your areola like an infant child, he twirls his tongue around and flickers it against the tip of your nipple, distracting your mind away from the pain.

Finally, his lengthy muscle was all the way out, the bulging tip engorged and pulsating as it made it's exit, seeping out and leaving a trailed line of his children to decorate your walls and your clit.

Holding on to you, he embraces on your frame tightly and sits you back down on the console table, leaning you back while he adorns you with a series of kisses, starting with your breasts, then moving his way up to your collar bones, neck, throat, jawline, and then your lips.

Moaning deeply into your mouth, he strokes your neck again, ending the session with passionate and heated....love......

Love.....it wasn't lust....it wasn't just strictly desire....it was.....love.

The way he held, the way he moved, the way he would stroke your skin and lick it with his tongue. The way his eyes looked at you through a heavy gaze, with half shut lids and parted lips, gasping in shock each time he noted how your hair framed your face, your skin glistened against the dim light, or how your puckered, cherry stained lips would shine and look delectable for him to suck on.

It was undeniable, this man....your stepbrother.....was in love with you. It wasn't just his mannerisms or the way he looked at you either....

"I love you.....you're mine....you're all mine.....nothing is going to take you away from me.......I'm keeping you.....forever.....y/n."

He was right....he was keeping you forever. But it wasn't just him....soon, you'd find out that another pair of hands, eyes, and lips were going to take its turn....feasting on you as Heeseung had just done.....

CHAPTER 7

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manicpixie-tieflingboyfriend · 5 months ago

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Gale is an archmage, so in addition to him having his mirror image to play with tav, he would also have access to any number of Simulacrums. Imagine the pleasure he could get/recieve if they all shared one mind also true polymorph would let him mold you however he wanted and i melt now

Listen to me. LISTEN to me okay Gale's mirror image scene in Act 1 and his Simulacrum in Act 2 haunt my every waking thought. Gale being able to make Multiples of himself is so just. MHH OKAY.

He would start with one copy, just to test the waters, and of course Tav is into it. More Gale? Yes please. He does a few tests to adjust how the Weave connects him to the copy, starting so arduously slow, getting caught up in the study of it, as Gale often does. Tav calls for Gale a few times, maybe giggling a little because he's having the copy get a little extra *handsy*, for research, of course.

Gale gives Tav a few kisses to their forehead before moving away to let the copy do the same. He can feel the sensation on his lips, the taste of their skin, he's figured it out because of course he has. What kind of archmage would he be if he couldn't do that?

So he proposes the idea of Tav being with the Simulacrum. He wants to see how it would feel, and while Tav and Gale have developed such an obsession with each other so much that being apart is painful, he wants to try and be a little adventurous, maybe it will give them something new?

Tav is a little hesitant maybe, but they give it a try, because Gale makes the Simulacrum so realistic that it feels just like him. It starts slow, with a few chaste kisses to get used to the ebb and flow of the Weave against their skin and their lips, Gale getting comfortable nearby just in case it gets to be too much.

Chaste kisses turn into slow, languid ones that have Gale fidgeting. He can see Tav's reactions, feels everything he can see, tastes it. Every inch of their skin the copy touches he can feel on his palms, every slide of Tav's hands on the Simulacrum he can feel.

It's maddening, and he loves it.

Tav can feel the Weave pulsing along their skin, mixing with the scent and heat and weight that matches Gale's perfectly. It's like just being with Gale, so they fall into it easier than they had expected to.

Clothes start to be shed, Gale doing the same even though he's not technically involved. It feels better, because he currently feels like he's on fire. Every one of Tav's noises against the Simulacrum's mouth feels like he's the one experiencing it. It feels odd, but it does something for him, clearly, because he is hard.

Once the Simulacrum starts to go further, once Tav starts to encourage it, naked and writhing and lost to the way the Weave feels everywhere outside their body, they suddenly ask for it inside.

Gale and the Simulacrum are at full length in a heartbeat, and Gale gives the silent command to go ahead, to try and go further. And by the gods is it so unlike anything they have ever done.

Tav can feel the literal Weave inside them, mixed with the warmth of Gale's weight, and as that magic copy of Gale takes them with Gale's usual vigor, they fall into how they usually move with him.

Meanwhile Gale is losing his mind. He can feel the phantom tightness around his cock, he can feel every movement they make, every breath they let out, their skin on his in every way. He doesn't even touch himself, he's already leaking, panting, desperate for release. He takes it as far as he can stand, until Tav calls for him, the real him, and Gale is on them in an instant, dismissing the copy and eagerly sinking into Tav in its place.

It's anything but their usual pace, both of them chasing a release they were fighting back because it wasn't with the other, but when they do hit their climaxes it's harder than they ever have before. They're both ragged, exhausted messes after, the aftercare is sublime for them both.

Maybe the next time they try it with an extra copy... Maybe Tav uses them to tease Gale...

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #drabblin #nsft #gale x tav #gender neutral tav #rubbing my nasty little hands together #i could write more........ hmhmhmhmhm

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mybiasisexo · 1 year ago

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Entangled - Part 8

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language Word Count: 5k Author Notes: okay, I feel like this is lowkey a filler chapter 😭. but I like it so idk lmao. so much has happened since I last updated. I quit my old job, got a new one (that's kicking my ass. pray for me) had my bday and saw Beyonce 3 times!! but yeah as always sorry for the delay, hope you like the chapter and feel free to lmk what you thought!!! I loooove feedback and y'alls commentary!!! makes my damn day!! have fuuuuuun~!

You come to the following morning from what is possibly the best sleep you’ve gotten in years. A yawn escapes you as you stretch your tender body.

The action has you aware of something not moving around you, and you glance down to see a heavy arm thrown over your waist. As if the owner of the limb can sense your attention, it constricts, pulling you closer to a heat behind you.

Startled, you tense up, not even daring to breathe as you carefully roll onto your back and then turn your head the rest of the way until you’re knocking your nose gently against Chanyeol’s.

He’s in a deep slumber. Gentle snores leave his slightly parted lips, and his features are relaxed. He looks so peaceful, so serene, so…content. It melts your heart. You can’t help but stare at him, noticing the way his silky tawny hair falls across his pillow and the stubble poking out of his chin that grew in from the night before.

The night before….

Your eyes widen at the reminder and you’re sitting straight up, causing Chanyeol’s arm to fall limply on your lap.

Oh, you’ve really done it now.

Chanyeol stirs, and you think you’ve woken him, but he just rolls onto his other side, revealing his naked back to you.

Harsh rows of red raised skin catch your attention–the proof of how good a lover he is. Even though you know to some men, Chanyeol included, the scratches are a badge of honor, you only feel remorse from causing him pain.

His lack of clothing has you aware of your current state of undress and you quickly pull the thin sheet over your chest. It’s a silly action. Chanyeol’s sleeping, but even if he was awake, he’s seen your breasts plenty of times, had them in his goddamn mouth last night for christ’s sake.

Still, you must at least try to preserve some dignity.

You dare another glance at the man beside you, as if he’s a figment of your imagination that will vanish once you’re in your right mind. He doesn’t go away, so you must be really out of it.

Groaning, you drop your head, hitting your forehead repeatedly with the palm of your hand.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Fucking your ex fiance was the last thing you had planned to do on this trip. Getting closure? Sure. Making peace? The least you could have done. Now? Things have become even more complicated. Which is pretty impressive given everything that has transpired over the last couple days. And Yerim…. God, Yerim. She hasn’t even been gone twenty-four hours and you’ve already jumped her man’s bones. Sure, he was yours first, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Shit, maybe you are the problem.

As if you aren’t already about to dive in a pool of panic, a memory from the night before decides to reveal itself. The knowledge has you gasping, staring unseeingly ahead of you in terror.

Did you tell Chanyeol you loved him?

Oh, god. Oh, fuck.

Yeah, you gotta get out of here.

Feeling nauseous, you stumble out of the bed, crumbling to the ground the minute you put weight on your legs. Your bambi legs are a byproduct of Chanyeol’s pleasurable menstrations, having you literally weak in the knees. You shake your head and push through the slight throbbing of your core, standing carefully on shaky legs. Chanyeol chooses this moment to toss back around so that he’s facing you again. The arm that was around you earlier flops forward to reclaim its position, but lands on egyptian cotton instead. His eyebrows scrunch together as his hand idly runs over the empty space–searching for you. Feeling bad, you pull down a pillow. His fingers find it and yank it towards him, curling into it like a toddler with his favorite teddy bear. Your name leaves his mouth in a content breath, and all the turmoil in you dissipates for a moment. Maybe you’re overreacting? Yerim won’t be too mad, right? And Chanyeol still wants you, right? Last night meant something to him?

Did it mean something to you?

You can’t even think about that right now. Truth is you have no idea where you stand, and are even more confused than before the wedding. You’ve blurred the lines and anything can mean anything.

What you do know is that you need to leave, and you need to do it before Chanyeol wakes up. You can’t face him right now, not before you understand your emotions and actions.

“Focus,” you order yourself. You scan the floor that is now a mess of discarded garments, and a shimmer of gold catches your eye. You snatch it up, only to find it’s Chanyeol’s tie. You stare at it, remembering the way he demanded you to undress him, and drop it like it shocked you, shivering from the memory. That is definitely not what you’re looking for.

There. A little further you find your dress and underwear. You slide them on quickly, not bothering to zip up your dress. You’re only going a few doors down, so you only hold it against your chest.

Despite telling yourself to focus, you can’t stop thinking about your confession. Obviously it was the lust speaking, the nostalgia. Yeah, that’s all that was.

Chanyeol never said it back.

The epiphany straightens your back, and you startle as you lock eyes with yourself in the floor length mirror directly in front of you. The woman before you is tragic, her hair poofy and stiff, eyes rimmed black, face puffy and nose still red from crying. You look like the clown you are.

You shudder, truly haunted, and head out. You pause by the door to slip into your shoes and grab your purse. Your heels have a buckle, but you can’t risk wasting any more time, so you don’t bother securing them.

You open the door and a choir of angels begin to sing.

Their joyous voices die with a record scratch at the sight of Byun Baekhyun standing on the opposite end, fist up as though he’s about to knock.

You can’t catch a break.

He takes you in, visibly shocked. He says your name in a dramatic loaded question and you wince at his volume, bouncing off the walls. Damn, this is not good.

“What are you doing here?” He asks accusingly.

You quickly peek over your shoulder, checking to see if your new visitor is loud enough to wake Chanyeol. He doesn’t stir, and you can’t fight the pride that blooms in you. You wore that man out!

Shaking the emotion off, you turn back to Mr. Loud Mouth in front of you.

“Hush,” you hiss, shoving him back with the arm not currently holding both your dress, and what little you have left of your sanity, together. You make sure the door closes with a gentle ‘click’ before grabbing Baekhyun’s arm, dragging him the couple doors down to your suite. He yelps and asks where you’re ‘kidnapping’ him. It’s easy to ignore his helpless cries with the obnoxious sound of your heels slapping against your feet.

Once in front of your door, you dig through your purse for your key, forgetting you didn’t secure your dress. The top half flutters down, titties basking in the breeze.

You freeze, eyes closing tightly as you bite your bottom lip so hard you think you’re going to bite it off. Your only saving grace is that Baekhyun is behind you, obscuring his view of your private bits.

You hear him huff in annoyance before he’s brushing your hair out of the way, gathering your dress, zipping it up as far as it can go with your arms not in the sleeves.

“Thank you,” you whisper, face burning in shame. Dejectedly, you find the key and get you both in. You kick your clacky shoes off, not wanting to draw unwanted attention, and lead Baekhyun to your room. You rest your forehead against the door as you close it, giving yourself a moment to just breathe.

Once you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re good, you turn around and face your friend. He’s taken residence in your vanity chair, searching your frazzled figure with worry. You can only imagine what you must look like from his point of view.

Finally, he musters the courage to speak. “You look….”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Okay…. Would you care to explain why you were running out of Chanyeol’s room like you robbed him? In your wedding clothes, no less, first thing this morning?”

You rub your eyes. To be honest, no, you didn’t want to have this conversation. Especially with Baekhyun. No offense to the guy, you adore him, but he’s not really known for taking things seriously. Except… right now it does appear he’s taking this situation very seriously. Although there is a hint of playfulness in his tone, you can’t see any of it on his face, only genuine concern.

Defeated, you sigh and march to your bed, plopping down onto the edge to bury your face in your hands.

“We had sex.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” he answers sarcastically. You glare at him through your fingers. He grins in reply, but it’s soft, reassuring, letting you know that everything will be okay.

It slips from his face as a thought occurs to him. “You weren’t drunk, were you?”

You shake your head and he lets out a relieved breath.

“Quite the opposite. It was probably the most sober decision I’ve made this whole trip.”

“So, what went wrong?”

“I just….” You recall your confession and wince, stomach flipping with embarrassment. “We ended up running into each other in the elevator and went to his room. We were only supposed to talk. But, I don’t know. You know the wedding was a lot for us both. And this trip has been very stressful and tense and we haven’t been alone since we got here and maybe that was for good reason because obviously we couldn’t handle that if–”

“You’re rambling,” he interrupts.

You take a deep breath.

“I told him I loved him,” you push out before you can regret admitting it. It sounds even worse spoken out loud.

“And?” He asks, skeptically.

You blink in surprise at his reply. “And he, well, he didn’t say it back.”

You avoid his gaze and bring your knees to your chest and nibble on your thumbnail anxiously, waiting for Baekhyun’s response to the new detail. You must have rendered him speechless, because he remains silent. Either that, or he’s trying to figure out the best way to let you down on Chanyeol’s behalf. That makes you stiffen your shoulders, bracing yourself for the cold dose of reality. It never comes, and his lack of response drags until you think you’re going to explode.

Finally, you whip your head up to him exasperatedly just to see him looking at you like you’re the dumbest bitch he’s ever seen.

“What?” You snap, hating how condescending his expression is.

He rolls his eyes at your tone and lets out a laugh coated in disbelief, rubbing his forehead. “I love you, but you’re stupid.”

“I know,” you sulk, pouting as you rest your chin on your knees. “I wasn’t thinking straight, obviously. I got too caught up in the moment. Being with him like that, it brought me back to the good ol’ days, when we were falling in love. But, we’re not in college anymore. We’re not the same people we were when we were together.”

You furrow your brows, really trying to untangle your thoughts. It’s a lot easier to do with someone to look at.

“That’s what it is. I mean, how can I still love a man I don’t know? I can still have lingering feelings for the man I used to know, though. Maybe having sex was a good thing? All that leftover tension between us can finally rest. Yeah, that’s what last night was–left over tension. Now that we’ve done the deed, we should be good now. Sure, we still need to have a talk, there’s still some things we need to address to fully move on, but I think the hardest part has passed.”

You search your friend’s face for the right answer. “Right?”

His lips thin and then he’s sighing. “Do you want to know what I think?”

You nod miserably, thoughts too chaotic to decipher any logic.

Baekhyun stands up and walks over to you, reaching out to rub your arms comfortingly. In a gentle murmur he says, “I think you need some breakfast.”

A surprised chuckle leaves you as you lean forward, resting your forehead against his stomach. “You’re probably right.”

You relax under his touch, and you both stay like that. His hands go from your shoulders to your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. The repetitive trail makes you drowsy.

The door swings open.

“I thought I heard you co–OH MY GOD!”

Seulgi stands dumbfounded at the door, the hand not frozen on your door knob covers her hanging jaw. Shock coloring her face as she takes in the compromising sight before her.

Baekhyun stumbles quickly away from you, tripping over his feet in his haste.

“It's not what it looks like!” You defend. That’s literally the worst line you can possibly say to her.

“What the hell!” She squeaks. “What the fuck is happening right now!?”

“We were just about to get something to eat!” Baekhyun says, as if that explains anything.

“HUH?!” Seulgi starts fanning her reddening face. She turns to you, not even going to humor him. “Look, I know this weekend has been rough for you. I understand you wanting to distract yourself by getting underneath someone. But, to sleep with Baekhyun of all people–”

“Hey!” The man in question barks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Seulgi, please,” you beg. Crawling off the bed, you stumble over to her. “That’s not what happened at all!”

Your words go through one ear and out the other as she glares at Baekhyun, who’s shivering in his metaphorical boots under her judging stare. “I can’t believe you would do this! Chanyeol is your best friend! Do you not care how this will affect him when he finds out?”

“We didn’t do anything,” you plead.

“Then explain what I just walked into! Explain why you look a damn mess! And are those–are those hickeys?”

“I HAD SEX WITH CHANYEOL!” You yell in her face.

“I–wait, what?” You can see the internal conversation she’s having with herself as she tries to comprehend what you just confessed to her. When your words have meaning, a look of sheer horror contorts her lovely features.

“You didn’t.” Her voice is low, threateningly so.

You gnaw at your bottom lip, even more anxious than when Baekhyun was questioning you.

Your silence is an admission and she yells your name accusingly.

“I know!” You agree. “Please, I know!”

“I don’t understand. How? Why? I thought you were over him, or at least trying to be. I–”

“Hey,” Baekhyun cuts her off, joining your little party. He rests a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s let her take a shower and get into some clothes that don’t have cum stains on them. Then we can get breakfast. She can explain everything then.”

“There’s no cum on my dress,” you mumble with a frown.

“I know Chanyeol’s kinks,” Baekhyun says. You huff in defeat.

Seulgi’s cat shaped eyes bounce back and forth between you both skeptically. You can see all the questions she has running through her pretty head.

“Alright,” she reluctantly agrees. “Hurry and get ready. I’m starving.”

You have a feeling it’s not food she’s hungry for.

Baekhyun leads her out of your room, throwing you an apologetic look, and you wonder how many more times he’s going to look at you like that.

Nearly an hour later, you find yourself in a little unassuming mom and pop restaurant. Baekhyun’s grandmother lives on the island, so he knows all the local hot spots. The ajumma serving you is absolutely thrilled to see him, promising to put a bit more love in your food, which you can definitely taste upon your first bite. It is exactly what you need after the active night you’ve had.

“Yerim made it home safely,” Seulgi informs, not glancing up from her plate as she does.

Your lips thin at the mention of her sister, knowing she’s bringing her up on purpose.

You didn’t need her reminder. Yerim has been on your mind all morning.

“Yeah?” You finally answer. “Glad to hear. I’m sure she’ll hate me for good once she finds out what I did right after she left.”

“She’ll get over it,” Baekhyun is quick to dismiss.

“She’ll forgive you,” Seulgi allows. “But she’ll never forget.”

Leaning back, she finally gives you a sharp look. “What happened last night anyway?”

Luckily, you just so happen to scoop some food into your mouth when she asks that, so you take advantage and slow down your chewing. Aiming to enjoy every last bit, because you know it’s going to be the last time you’ll be able to. You swallow it down with some water, for good measure, taking your time chugging it empty.

Seulgi watches in amusement, knowing what game you’re playing.

“Well,” you start, scratching behind your ear. “As you both already know, Chanyeol and I hooked up last night.”

“Hooked up?” Seulgi clarifies incredulously. It’s an interesting choice of words to describe what the two of you did.

Beside her, Baekhyun shakes his head, but keeps his opinions to himself, allowing you the floor.

“Yeah. And I want to say, for the record, that it was spontaneous. We just so happened to bump into each other when I was on my way back to the room. He asked me if I wanted to go to his room instead and I said yes–innocently! We were planning on just talking. And I mean, we did talk a bit?”

“Did you talk about Yerim?” Seulgi asks.

“No….” You avoid her stare and sink into your chair.

“Did you talk about your breakup?”

“No….”

Her eyes narrow. “So, what did you talk about?”

“About the wedding,” you answer like it’s obvious.

“And now it all makes sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You pout.

“The two of you have been tiptoeing around each other all weekend. I thought it was just the awkwardness of seeing an ex–in your case, an ex dating your friend. But I misread it. Now it’s pretty obvious that if it weren’t for Yerim, you would’ve probably slept with him sooner. It wasn’t awkwardness I felt, it was tension…the sexual kind.”

Your frown deepens. Were you seriously that weak? You thought you did a pretty damn good job resisting Chanyeol, but it only took three days to fall into his sheets. That wasn’t very strong of you at all. Seulgi is right. Yerim was the main reason for you keeping your distance, not your pride or your past. She had only been gone a few hours before you gave into him.

“Does that make me a terrible person?” You quietly ask.

“I don’t think so,” Baekhyun answers simply, shrugging when you lock eyes.

“It doesn’t,” Seulgi agrees, although she lets out a tired sigh right after. “But I still don’t understand why? It’s been years, girl, and you’ve never mentioned him once in that time. It’s been a while since you got laid, and even longer since it was with Chanyeol. Old habits die hard, and you didn’t get the closure you wanted, but sleeping with your ex seems so out of character for you.”

“He’s not just some ex, Seulgi,” Baekhyun intervenes. “He’s her ex fiance, and they didn’t break up on bad terms, necessarily. There’s still love there.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you interject, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

“So, it was just an old attraction? Old habits and all that?” Seulgi asks.

“I think so,” you say and she seems to melt in relief. “I think it was just left over sexual tension, and now that we’ve got it out of our system, we can be normal. We can move on.”

Baekhyun doesn’t seem convinced. “And you’re sure Chanyeol will agree with you?”

You shrug. “I don’t see why not. It was just sex.”

“It’s never ‘just sex’ with Chanyeol, and you know that. Especially when it comes to you.”

“You’d be surprised,” you mutter, mood dampening at the memory.

He doesn’t hear you. “And I know you’re lying. Didn’t you tell him you loved him last night?”

You glare at Baekhyun and he answers it with a smug smile, knowing he just set you up.

“You did what now?” Seulgi asks deadpan.

Internally you wince. “I might have told him I loved him while in the throes of passion.”

She says your name disapprovingly.

“And you know what? He didn’t say it back. So, you see? It was nothing more than physical for him as well.”

Seulgi looks as though she has some words for you, but Baekhyun beats her to the punch.

“You both drive me insane,” he groans. “It’s obvious you both still care about each other, what’s the point of trying to talk yourself out of it? It’s never too late to try again, and trust me when I say Chanyeol wants to more than anything. He’s already asked you for a second chance. He wants this! He wants you!”

“He said all that when he was drunk off his mind, Baekhyun.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true!”

You groan and lean your head back against your chair, feeling the pressure of the world falling onto your shoulders. It hits you then, the weight of Chanyeol’s affection, and for a moment you’re back on that sidewalk, drowning in it. You remember why you left, remember the moment your love for him twisted into something dark. Chanyeol said you told him you hate him. Truth is, you had. With him back in your life, you forgot about that, forgot that there was another reason why you were trying to avoid him. Again, everything is even more confusing, and you find yourself at a total loss of what to do next.

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed by that,” Seulgi reassures. She knows you way more than you give her credit far. “Everything is happening so fast. You don’t have to make a decision right now, and honestly, I don’t think it’s wise for you to.”

You lift your head back up and take in your concerned friends. With the way they’re both sitting on either side of each other before you, it’s almost like they’re the angel and devil on your shoulders. One speaks for your heart, while the other speaks for your mind. Holding onto each of your hands and yanking you back and forth like a rope in tug-o-war.

“I don’t know the right answer,” you whisper, feeling your eyes water in frustration.

“Whatever’s going to make you happy,” Baekhyun answers simply.

You cough a laugh and a tear escapes, but you’re quick to wipe it away.

“I think,” Seulgi begins, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “You should give each other space, and wait until you’re back in Seoul. It’s only a couple days, and it’ll give both of you time to figure out what exactly it is you want from each other. Do you have an idea of what that is? Is it a relationship? Closure? Or just physical connection?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit.

She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows. You understand. She’s right.

“That’s probably the best idea,” you relent.

Baekhyun grunts in disgust. “Doesn’t Chanyeol deserve a say in this?”

“Of course he does,” you say.

“But that’s a conversation for later,” Seulgi intrudes. “Preferably with others around.”

You lift your hands up in defeat.

Now that your problem has been solved for now, you all go back to eating in a comfortable silence. Everything still tastes amazing, thank fuck.

Suddenly, Baekhyun straightens and turns to Seulgi. “What did you mean earlier anyways? When you said me of all people?”

She scoffs. “Besides the fact that you’re a weirdo? You’re Chanyeol’s best friend. If you had slept together, it would be the deepest betrayal to him. But, if she had slept with any of you, my reaction would be the same. The only other person I could possibly see her with is Sehun, and even then….”

“Ew,” you both finish.

“I love all of you,” you say. “But not like that.”

“It’s the same for me too!” Baekhyun admits. “I would never do that to Chanyeol, because I would never do that, period. Don’t ever put that disgusting idea in anyone’s head again!”

“No problem!” Seulgi says, resolute.

You finish breakfast soon after that and leave for the hotel. Today is the first day of your little reunion tour. Sehun figured that everyone would be too hungover to do anything that required movement, so you’re all just going to hang out at the beach and watch the sunset. Sounds like the perfect Sunday to you.

You all left your phones in the car, so the first thing you do once buckled up is check your notifications, reading the texts in the groupchat confirming some of the others were heading out to the beach and the location they chose. Baekhyun winces as he scans his device, catching your attention. When you lock eyes, he gives you that pitiful smile, almost like a warning, before turning his screen for you to read. It’s filled with texts and missed calls from Chanyeol.

“Oh boy,” is all you can muster, trying not to linger too much on the only message you can read: ‘please. I’m begging’.

“What’s up?” Seulgi asks from the backseat. Baekhyun proceeds to show her his phone and she shakes her head in dismay.

“Should I call him?” He asks.

“No,” you’re quick to reply. Avoiding his gaze, you settle into your seat, staring blindly out the windshield. You feel him watching you for a moment before sighing and starting the car, pulling out to drive you back to the hotel.

The elevator ride is long. You wonder if Chanyeol will be in the hallway when it opens. Baekhyun leans against the wall, rapidly firing off texts the whole way up. It takes everything in you not to ask him what he’s telling Chanyeol to calm him down.

The doors open, and you’re both relieved and crushed to enter an empty hall. Baekhyun walks you both to your room, which is polite, but you all know is a front. His room isn’t on this floor, and you don’t need him to walk you back.

“Where are you going?” You can’t help but to ask.

He grins guiltily and nudges his head towards Chanyeol’s room. “I’m going to check on him. That’s why I came up here in the first place.”

“Right….”

He pats your shoulder. “Get ready and head down to the beach. I’m sure you got Jongdae’s text in the groupchat. Both him and Jongin are already setting up camp.”

“Don’t take too long,” Seulgi says in farewell before pulling you into the suite.

As soon as the door closes, she’s holding you by the shoulders, staring deep into your eyes. “You can’t go back on your word now.”

“I’m not,” you say, cringing as the way it sounds like a lie.

Her grip on you tightens. “It’s all going to work out. Don’t get all sulky.”

“I’m not.”

She smiles. “You’re such a terrible liar. It’s kind of cute.”

“Stop flirting with me,” you sigh, grabbing her hands to hold them instead. “I’m going to take your advice. We need space.”

“Space,” she repeats approvingly, rubbing your knuckles with her thumbs.

Banging on your door causes you both to jump.

“Yeol, stop it! I already told you they’re not there!”

“I need to know for sure.”

You swallow thickly at the sound of Chanyeol’s voice.

You hear Baekhyun sigh and then Chanyeol call your name, which jerks you closer to the door. Seulgi grips your hands harder, holding you back. You lock eyes. She shakes her head in warning.

“Are you in there?” He pauses briefly, waiting for you to reply. You hold your breath, afraid in the silence he can hear your heart’s rapid beating. “Please, open the door, Mel. I just… I just need to see you.”

His voice is calm, but alarmed, as if he’s trying not to sound as desperate as he feels. He knocks again, the reps urgent, giving away the worry he’s trying to disguise.

“I just need you to tell me everything’s okay.” Now his voice cracks.

Fuck it. You can’t avoid him forever. You go to open the door, but Seulgi’s hold is surprisingly strong and you can’t break it.

“Space, remember?” She whispers.

You didn’t know that started now.

Reluctantly, you relax, leaning your head on Seulgi’s shoulder. She wraps her arms around you, rubbing your back as you wait for Baekhyun to do his job in getting Chanyeol away.

“I can’t do this again, man,” Chanyeol’s broken voice comes through the door. “I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”

“I know, Dude.” Baekhyun sounds just as helpless, and a wave of guilt washes over you from putting him in this position. “But, she’s not in there. Let’s go to my room so I can change. It won’t take long, so don’t even think of ditching me!”

A silence drags on for so long you’re sure they’ve left.

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun urges.

“I–okay. Let’s go.”

You hear them retreat and let out a breath.

Seulgi whistles. “Quite the mess you’ve made.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “You can say that again.”

“Hey,” She rubs your arm. “He’s going to be fine. Let’s change. I’m sure you’re now very eager to get down there.”

You let her lead you to your room. The whole time you can’t get over the pain in Chanyeol’s voice, a pain that you caused.

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dal3ks · 2 years ago

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“sweet dreams, my love”

pairing: chrollo lucilfer x female reader

warnings: some canon divergence, bickering, swearing, some angst, lots of softness, mentions of violence

a/n: currently falling in love with this man with his suave appearance & smooth voice. enjoy this little ficlet because i am in need of some softness tonight.

“do you mean to tell me that no one has checked on her since i left?”

“well, it’s not like we didn’t mean to it’s just—“

“enough. i have heard enough, phinks. i will go look after her.”

soft steps echo through the vast space, a shadow making his way his through the rubble and debri. luckily there was no rain tonight, only the dim glow of the moon as it filtered through the openings and shattered windows.

in a tucked away area of the abandoned building, lay a cot, where a figure was curled up, a blanket shrouding her body. even from afar, the shadow could sense she was unwell, as she shivered.

he loathed that she couldn’t stay in a hotel, somewhere where it was a little warmer and dry. but with that came the risks: would someone catch on to the reservation name? would the chain user be able to find their location? would he take her?

for now, she would remain here, tucked away in this little area, safe from any potential harm.

somewhere where he could easily get to her.

carefully, he approaches her, fingers delicately brushing a lock of hair away from her brow, “i’m here, my love.”

blearily, her eyes open, lips curling into a shy smile, “i missed you, chrollo.”

leaning forward, chrollo places a gentle kiss on her forehead, “i missed you more, angel. how are you feeling? any better?”

she shakes her head, sniffling ever so slightly, “if i’m being honest, no. i still feel like shit.”

a chuckle rumbles in his throat, “at least you haven’t lost your spunk. would you like me to stay here, and read while you sleep?”

“did you have something to take care of? i don’t want you to leave me again.”

oh, how her quiet words always found a way to make his heart skip a beat.

sometimes he despised himself for how easily he let her affect him, how he thought or how he acted.

yet, he knew it was because of abundance of love, love for her, that managed to worm its way into his heart.

taking her hand, chrollo places soft kisses on her knuckles, eyes locking with hers, watching as the heat rushes into her cheeks.

oh, how he loved watching her melt under his touch, her body relaxing with every kiss, lashes fluttering as bliss filled her to the brim.

“yes, i did,” the answer is curt, “but i can have feitan or nobunaga take care of it.”

“so you’ll stay with me?” although she tries to appear nonchalant, chrollo could see right through her.

the way her gaze was begging him to stay, her body shifting in the cot so that there was more room, practically inviting him in.

“of course i’ll stay,” he murmurs, “do you want me in the cot with you?”

as she nods, he can’t help but feel his lips curve into a grin.

there was not much space in the cot to begin with, and it definitely was not meant for two people. yet, as chrollo settles into the cot, he brought her to chest, holding her as tightly as possible.

“i won’t leave you again, all right?”

“oh chrollo,” she whispers, “you don’t have to say that. you’re the leader. they need you. i know you need to go—“

“hush, now,” tenderly, fingers tread along her back, dancing along her spine, “i won’t leave you while you’re sick, or ever again.”

she nearly collapses against his body, letting out a content sigh, “i love you, chrollo.”

“and i love you, angel.” although she did indeed have a cold, or some sort of infection, chrollo could not imagine anywhere else he would rather be.

if he was gathered out with his comrades, the only thing on his mind would be her: how she was feeling, how she sleeping, and everything in between.

her breathing was slowing now, as sleep was finally taking over. as he placed his hand on her scalp, gently massaging, chrollo hoped that her dreams would be sweet, and that she wouldn’t wake till the morning.

“sweet dreams, angel,” he whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead once more, “dream of me, love. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

with those words, she snuggles into his chest, a hand still in her hair. fingers find his, and chrollo can’t help but soften as she intertwines her hand with his.

amid the stress and the chaos, chrollo could finally feel some sort of peace.

#chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hunter x hunter #h x h #chrollo fluff

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ajvocals43 · 2 years ago

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Mine

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: Slight swearing, slight smuttiness (if you squint), bad writing probably, body image issues

A/n: Another birthday fic I wrote for the wonderful Dean Winchester. Also can be read as a prequel to the fic I wrote last year: Birthday

"Up."

"No.” He gave me a look that I knew to cut off, “Dean, remember my thing about sitting on things that aren't made for sitting on?"

"It's a metal counter top. I promise there is no chance of you breaking it." And then he took matters into his own hands and lifted me onto the island himself. I had tried not to but I couldn't help the sound that came out of me at the feeling of being picked up. I knew he was strong but I didn't expect that.

"Dean are you-"

He didn't let me finish. "Y/n, I already told you. Your gorgeous body is not nor has it ever been ‘too heavy’. I would tell you if it were different, okay?"

“No, you wouldn't.” I protested, “I don't get this way for no reason, I'm big, I know that. I-”

He knew me well enough that he already knew where I was going with this. “Yeah. Big… beautiful… and mine.” He pulled me into him before saying, “I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it, there is nothing about you that doesn't make me crazy about you. There's a reason that you are the longest relationship I've ever had. You and Sam are my everything. I wouldn't trade either of you for the world. Don't ever doubt that. Now sit there and let me feed you cake because it’s my birthday and I feel like feeding my gorgeous girlfriend.”

And that was all he wanted to say apparently because the next thing I knew, there was a piece of cake on a fork in front of my face. I didn't fight my smile, opening my mouth anyway to let him feed me. And I wouldn't lie, that cake was amazing. Some kind of mix of chocolate and vanilla that melted on the tongue and I couldn't help the moan that escaped at the taste.

When my eyes finally opened again, (though I'm not sure when they closed) I found Dean with heat in his eyes. Even after how long we’d been together, I was surprised that I could be the cause of that look from him.

“Shouldn’t I be the one feeding you because it’s your birthday?” I was scrambling for a subject change. There was too much to do between the pie in the oven and the party waiting to be put together in the next room. I didn't have time to act on his look, no matter how much I wanted to.

He shrugged before saying “You know me well enough that I wouldn't eat it, as close as Sam seems to think it is. Especially since you made me a pie that is currently in the oven.” He leaned in to seal his lips to mine in a soft kiss that made my heart flutter with its sweetness.

It was then that the timer on my phone went off for me to pull said pie out of the oven. When I straightened from the oven, placing the pie on top of a hot pad, Dean came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “That smells delicious.” he groaned, “My favorite kind of present.”

“Well that's good, considering the other one.” I mumbled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked. Shit, did I say that out loud? “Y/n? What's wrong?”

“Okay so you do have a present from me, but I got it impulsively and I thought it was a good idea but now I'm not so sure…” I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me.

“Sweetheart, what is it?” He seemed concerned. I felt the heat creep up my neck as I tried to find a way to explain the nonsense that had come out of my mouth.

I didn't end up saying anything. Instead, I took his hand that had been stroking my hip underneath my shirt and moved it up to the lace that covered my breast.

He groaned. “I stand corrected. Happy birthday to me.” he murmured in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at the tone of his voice. That heat was back. His lips started placing slow kisses along my neck, his hands roamed my body, feeling the lace and killing my brain cells. Specifically the ones that would keep me from letting this go further. It took all the strength I had to fight off my arousal and Dean.

“No. Not now.” I said softly.

“What’s wrong?” it was like a switch had flipped. In an instant all the heat was gone, replaced by confusion and worry.

“I don't have time. I have to go to the store, remember?” I tried to pull out of his arms again to no avail.

“To hell with the store.” he nuzzled his face back into the crook of my neck.

“No, remember? I have to go get the stuff for burgers. Isn't that what you wanted for your birthday dinner?”

“But you take forever when you go to the store.” he groaned and I laughed both at the tickling sensation and at his attitude.

“Unless you want to go, I have to.” I told him, hoping he’d take the bait so that I could call Sam and the gang in to help set up the surprise party I had planned for tonight. His arms disappeared from my waist and he was walking over to the table to grab his coat and keys. “Where are you going?”

“To the store,” he said plainly. “I'll be back in half an hour.”

“You're ridiculous.” I said, shaking my head. I hoped he believed my acting skills because otherwise I was screwed and this surprise was ruined. Luckily, he hadnt seemed to notice anything and with a quick kiss to my lips, went down the hall towards the garage.

And then he scared the shit out of me when he popped his head back in the kitchen saying, “Don't think I’ve forgotten about my present.” I had to laugh as I ran to catch up and walk him to his car (to make sure he got there this time). I waited until I couldn't see his car in the garage anymore before I texted Sam.

We’re a go

To which I got the response:

You're lucky he’s in love with you.

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mx-darling-1 · 2 years ago

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Could please you write about Wally darling x GN reader who dresses in scene fashion pls!!!

Absolutely, as someone who dresses fairly alternatively I hope I represent scene fashion fairly well!

The neighborhood was very curious as [name] had entered into the new home that appeared on the block. They dressed far differently then anyone here had seen before, although still dressing in bright colors, it was far different then the 90's asthetic that filled the others wardrobes, and you often changed between outfits per day. All the other puppets in the neighborhood had one outfit for their usual wear and a few others for special occasions, of course excluding Sallys plays.

You couldnt help but notice that Wally had taken special intrest in you, always finding excuses to come over. After he ran out of anything else, he begain to come over for you to dress him up. It was fun putting Wally in your clothes, as he always seemed to enjoy anything you let him wear. It was suprising to him that another puppet in the neighborhood was about the same size as him, you were only an apple taller after all, which meant that all your clothes fit him, much better then other neighbors.

The first time you fully did his hair and makeup he was definitely nervous. You remember it like it was yesterday, it was the day he confessed his feelings for you.

You couldnt help but laugh at Wallys small uncomfortable shift when you wiped away his current makeup to prep him for the new look. You were known for the extravegant makeup you wear, usually with darker purples, blues, and greens to accent the black liners/shadows. "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't mind if you don't want me to do makeup like this on you. Its more my thing after all!" Wally shakes his head stubbornly, a smile still on his face. "No no, I'm definitely sure neighbor! I would love to try this new style of yours!" You couldn't help but smile a bit, nodding at him. "Okay great, are you ready to let your hair down?" His pupils go a little wider as he looks at you nervously. "Um..neighbor....are you sure I..."

You smirk a little, picking up a spray bottle and a comb. "Well, you definitely dont have to if you dont want to! But um...I'd be really excited to do your hair..." Wally couldn't help but melt as he saw you guiltily look away. He just found you absolutly irresistible, and was wrapped around your soft velvety finger. "Okay neighbor, go ahead..." You couldnt help but notice the extremally soft look on his face causing your heart to flutter. You began to get his hair out of the fancy style, and more relaxed to prepare it for extentions. After taking your time with both the hair and makeup, you turn him to the mirror so he can see. Its been about an hour and a half, the work definitly shows. Although the asthetic is much different then he's used to, from the black base used to white and blue stipes/checkers designs covering him. Fingerless gloves and straitened hair, it was definitly a sight he wasn't used to, he even had black and blue tiger stripe extentions in his hair. Wearing something so similar to you, it both made him flustered, and a little uncomfortable, although he quite enjoyed trying something new.

Any previous nervous that he felt melted away as he saw the excited look on your face. He was unable to stop his love sick expression. He's been silent for a bit now, and your nervous were beganing to build. "Um...do you like it?" Wally looks up at you, a sudden newfound confidence filling him as he stands up from the chair to face you. "I love it, almost as much as you, [Name]." You could feel the heat rise to your face right along side your flustered smile.

It's not very long, but I hope you liked it! Its my first time writing for Wally Darling so I'm still getting a hang on it!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #oneshots #scene fashin #Wally Darling x scene reader #GN reader #gender nuetral reader

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krushkreates · 11 months ago

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uhh hi. i'm back from the fuckin' dead, it seems. all i am going to indulge is that i am incredibly glad 2023 is almost over.

anyways this is based off my Irish heritage again oh my god krush how much of ur heritage are u gonna put in ur writing?? a lot shut up i'm not gonna say anything or it's gonna give it away and that's no fun!

so i'd like to present, lasko, becoming goo when he learns what his dear listener has been calling him.

"Bye Grá!" The word rolls off their lips so easily as they peck his cheek before hurrying off to their car, feeling the dopamine seize their muscles.

It's one that's hit his ears so many times. He's wanted to ask, it sits so patiently on the tip of his tongue, drumming in his ears with the blood that rushes to his tympanic membrane. The question floods his cheeks with the heat that burns it when the honey-coated word drenches him in a comfort that can only be described as familiar.

It hums in the back of his throat, begging to be released, but bound and gagged by the sickly saccharined voice of his anxiety.

Would it be weird to ask? Do they think I know what it means? What if it's something mean? What? Don't think that! They'd never! Come on Lasko, pull yourself together for god's sake! Back and forth. An endless tug of war that currently sees his curiosity winning out over his nerves. A small victory, but one nonetheless.

He decides, Fuck it. I'm going to look it up.

It's a clumsy search, and if you looked at his Google history, you might laugh a bit as the searches get weirder and weirder as he tries to figure out this mystery word without asking.

Grah

Grawe

Graw

McGraw

Tim McGraw

Damn typos and autofill.

Grahe

Graw word meaning

Grawe word meaning not english

Graw word meaning in english

Gra word meaning english

He's about two more searches from calling it quits as his frustration reads the screen aloud to his empty office.

"Noun, Irish. A liking or fondness for something." He murmurs to himself. "A liking or fondness." His irritation melts away. He types a bit more.

Grá Irish term romantic.

His eyes widen, the heat of his blush tripling.

"Means love in its most simple translation." Lasko murmurs to himself. He puts his head in his hands, covering himself from the wash of emotions he feels. They're so, sweet to him. Sweet on him, sweet for him, sweet for their affectionate names that are so subtle. "Grá." He tests it, rolling it the way they do. It's clumsy, like the time they tried rolling his D&D dice and rolled it too hard onto the floor. But it's endearing. "Grá." It's a whisper. The clack of his keyboard is heard again. "Mo grá." Lasko repeats, the same way he's heard them say it.

My love.

#this has been another installment of me using irish gaelic to my advantage #best believe y'all are mo ghrá #that's the plural form #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted lasko #lasko moore #lasko listener #im behind on audios forgive me

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eybefioro · 6 months ago

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Weekly fic rec, by yours truly...

The gramophone sings its soft tunes, each engraved line telling a bit of story. The bumps, the imperfections on the sound, the mechanical movements, the careful work the artists did to compose the songs. The needle slides over the spiral of life, and not unlike our memories, we can revive each track over and over, even if it is slightly changed. The tracks are built slowly, fine layers everytime the vynil was chosen and someone hummed their tunes -- the songs shaped anew in every new revolution. We hug one another, wondering when we will be able to do so again.

Touch of a feather by CaptainBlou

Rated Teen, ~1,9k words

My tags: sweet, emotional, soft.

Summary:

Berlin - 1889

“Well, if you must know,’’ the angel started, fidgeting with the lapels of his coat. “Have you heard of this lovely invention called a gramophone?’’

Crowley had, but still shook his head, happy to let him explain.

“It’s a device that allows you to play music! Isn’t it brilliant? They engrave the music on large discs, apparently, and the machine plays it, which means you could technically listen to symphonies directly in your home!’’

Aziraphale was literally buzzing with excitement. Crowley could feel the way his body was heating up, positively shivering as he explained. He steadied his hand on his cane and looked at him with an encouraging smile, waiting for more. This time, the angel’s blush was more frank, going all the way down his neck.

“Anyway, the company that produces the device is currently designing their logo, and they called for, erm- well, models.’’

What? A rec after 2 weeks of radio silence? Yeah. I probably won't be able to keep it weekly but I will try anyways :)

Okay, you may say I'm biased, but I LOVE @captainblou writing. I think the first fic I've read of them was I'll tell you who's in charge, and since then, I'm hooked. I love how they describe emotions and thoughts, it is so heartfelt and intense. I could choose another fic, like the amazing Thank you for the thorns, that I had planned to rec last month -- but I feel like this is such a good one to get to know Blou's style if you have never read something from them, since it's shorter, and it just has EVERYTHING that I love about their writing style.

It is such a simple concept. Aziraphale is going to model for the logo of the first gramophone and asks Crowley to accompany him. And... that's it, really. It's so simple, and it just fits with them so easily!! It's surprising to me how invested I was from the start, and it works so well, it really feels like a minisode!

The story takes place between the insurance request and 1941, and it ties so well the time they spent without talking. It just slides in so easily in the canon, giving a back story for the black feather Aziraphale owns and his liking for gramophones.

I love how excited Aziraphale is to see human inventions, especially one that will allow him to indulge in music from the comfort of his bookshop. It's so adorable, makes me think of a child like wonder, and his bashfulness around the matter is so sweet. The way Crowley teases Aziraphale but with so much adoration hits me hard. He loves him too much.

But when Aziraphale asks for one of his feathers... I melt. I am soft. But that was a white-hot knife. It's when he shows how much he loves Crowley back, even if he doesn't say it. And like. It's so Aziraphale. This whole bit feels like a trap just like the Bastille minisode -- Aziraphale wants something but needs plausible deniability. Idk if it was Blou's intention but >>to me<< Aziraphale is doing all this to get one of Crowley's feathers (he also wants to be a model and see the new invention, obviously, but there's a reason for him to ask for Crowley's company in all this and reach to him. He misses him 😭).

He not only acknowledges the color of Crowley's feathers and the history behind them, but he also *loves* it. He admires them. Cares for them. Wants to touch and show his adoration. I was reduced to a puddle of goo with how soft this scene was.

And all that love Crowley reciprocates, but he is obviously overwhelmed by it all. He sees in Aziraphale everything he wants and can't have, and this is the point where the fic takes a delicious angsty edge that just makes all that softness and love shine even more.

(God I love to see this demon overwhelmed and feeling too much I feel like blou wrote this specially for me I want to chew my arm).

The contrast between the quill and the white of his hair was breathtaking. His eyes were down, [...] Their blue was a pool of stars, an infinite vortex of colors in which the demon wanted to dive. [...] He wanted this heaven to soothe his life. The garden of Eden all over again, just the two of them, alone in the green grass. Their Eden. Their Paradise.

[...]He could almost touch it, but he knew he would never. The angel was merely a mirage in the desert of his life. He was doomed to starve, doomed to wander in this life alone, permanently taunted by this angelic presence that could in the same day soothe him and burn him to the ground.

In just these couple beautiful paragraphs, you get so much! You get a glimpse of Crowley’s feelings and thoughts, you get them being soft with eachother, you get to feel a bit of the weight of all the time they shared pretending-that-they-aren't. And that is Blou's writing: a lot of intense feelings, a lot of longing and desire, a lot of poetic prose... and sometimes a dagger to your chest. Because the last paragraph of this fic really ties it all together, getting back again to the cannon timeline with such grace it is amazing.

This fic is like getting a bite of a really good dessert, for then to not find it again.

Now psst, psstt come close. I have inside information. I was privy to some secrets. If you enjoy this one... boy you have no idea what's coming for you. Peel your eyes for the next fics blou publishes 💛

#✨️Random fic rec✨️#the last couple weekends have been hectic #but i will keep making my silly recs as often as i can 😌

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defensivelee · 1 month ago

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Alien Alien: Day 5 of Whumptober

Tonight's prompts are 'heatstroke' and 'if my pain will stretch that far.' This is a bit of robot repair after the events of Encephalitic×Lullaby. Sorry this came late, I'm currently rotting at a party.

CW: robot gore, medical trauma, overstimulation.

Bentinck shut his eyes as the Defender technicians approached, their thin arms running over his body and sending a shudder through it. He felt them lightly like he had felt the queen bee pinning him down with legs of much the same texture, though much heavier upon him.

“Don’t you know your Third Law, android?” one of the Defenders spat.

“I- I do— but— yes, but it came into conflict with my First Law.” Bentinck turned his head away. He opened and closed his fists under the wires that bound his wrists behind his back. A precaution, they said. To treat an already broken robot, who obeyed his First and Second Laws religiously, like any other insect Calvinist on this planet. How jealous he was of them, with their God who had already told them of their destinies.

“We ought to fix something about that...”

“So that he can hurt insects?”

“The Prince already comes first in his programming. We shouldn’t go further than that.”

Bentinck sighed in relief. He winced a little when they reached inside of him again, their claws scraping carelessly along his core. He felt the presence there, but nothing else, and he couldn’t tilt his head down to see what else they were doing. It unnerved him. It scared him.

“Fine, then we can test your sensors today, so you can react accordingly next time,” the head technician said. “They should all be connected now. Don’t look down.”

“Recognized.” He stared up at the ceiling, trying to sigh through his nose. His fans, however, had been deactivated, and there was no air flowing through him to cool down his body. He realized he was warming up with discomfort. It was worse than fear; something that bothered him but had not gone far enough for anyone to notice or care.

“Gradually increase them. On the side of his head.”

He felt claws begin to turn the knob under his hair, and he blinked, willing himself to stay silent. He had always been good at that.

“Pull the wires out slowly. You don’t want to startle him.”

“And if we break them?”

“We have more. It’s an easy fix.”

Please don’t do that. He was overheating, and it was causing his vision to blur as the sensitivity of his body increased. He had always been warned by his father to not let himself get too emotional, for it had the potential to limit his functionality, the heat distorting the signals he sent to his limbs and the words he perhaps meant to say. That was why he had fans. That was why they had to be on.

He began to feel the claws in his body, sliding against the metal and tickling his wires. He wanted to laugh at first, but a sharp tug put a stop to that. It was sudden, and he could only describe it as burning. He shifted his wrists in his binds with a buzz. He was suddenly aware of his own strength.

“Shh,” one of them ordered. It drove his audio sensors mad, with that sound that had always been too high and rushed for him to handle, and now was no different. He opened his mouth frantically in an attempt to let air in. The heat had its own claws.

He began to buzz again, low but long enough to make the Defenders stop with their obnoxious pulling and jerking back like rowdy boys on the braids of a young schoolgirl. He welcomed the peace by letting his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he was so tense.

He cried out as he felt the back of a hand on his cheek, drawing back as if it had stung him. He felt as if every atom at once had bounced off of him, then dripped off one by one when the Defender stepped away.

“By the stars, we might have turned his fans back on,” he said. “If we let him go on like this, he might melt some of the alloys in him.”

“P-Please— Mijnheers-” Bentinck’s voice was broken up by static. The wires on his wrists felt too heavy, biting deeper and digging right into where his palm met his arm.

“That’s a reaction, isn’t it?” he heard a familiar voice snap at the technicians. “Turn his sensors down already!”

“William!” Bentinck blurted, dropping his gaze back down. He saw William bounding on all fours, watching through narrowed eyes, and his own wires spilling out of him like hybrid blood, blue and red at once. They dangled in between his legs, the slightest touch from William’s tail making him gasp.

“I see you are recovering well.”

“Y-Yes.” He let his head fall in the wires, his eyes closing again as his sensors dropped near zero again.

“You’re almost done,” William whispered. He reached a hand up to rest on Bentinck’s face, but even that was too much, and he pulled away like he had before.

William remained there, however, tilting his head to the side as if he had just understood that he didn’t understand this at all.

#hans william bentinck (alien alien)#william iii (alien alien)#alien alien au #whumptober #whumptober 2024 #whump tag

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cilil · 1 year ago

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Summer Stories

AN: Requested by @melkors-big-tits. Tumblr ate the ask, but here's the fic anyway. Made it longer than the others too so some smut can happen~

Prompt: Beat the heat | Melkor x Gothmog Synopsis: Gothmog is on the verge of overheating. Melkor helps him with letting off some steam. Warnings: Smut (explicit)

His fána is on the brink of combustion.

Gothmog groans, rolling his eyes, and shifts on the rocky ground in hopes of finding a cooler spot. Fire spirit or not, at times the heat gets too much even for him, making him feel like he's going to have flames bursting out of his mouth and eyes as soon as he isn't careful.

His fellow Balrogs probably wouldn't mind too much, and neither would the latest clutch of dragonlings currently exploring the fortress; but unfortunately not all his lord's servants are fireproof, and Mairon tends to dislike needless casualties.

Just as he's discreetly coughing up a few embers and letting his tongue loll out, Melkor emerges from a stone pillar nearby, walking through stone as if it was liquid or a mere apparition. His purple eyes find Gothmog's, watching him curiously.

"I might as well put you inside my fireplace in this state," he comments, visibly amused.

Gothmog sighs in response and rolls over to face him.

"Well... is your fireplace cool?" he attempts to joke, only for flames to spill from his mouth as he speaks, betraying the seriousness of his current state.

Melkor saunters over and sits down in front of his favourite Balrog, unimpressed by the threat of spontaneous combustion looming on the horizon.

"I was wondering if you were in heat when you disappeared for a while, but didn't think it would be quite so literal," he laughs quietly, then spreads his legs and pats his thigh. "Now come here before you burn down the entire fortress."

Winking, he adds in a lower voice, "I can help with either."

Gothmog doesn't need to be told twice. He practically scrambles to crawl into his lord's waiting arms and finds himself pulled flush against Melkor's cool chest. For a moment, he thinks he might melt in spite of the icy embrace he finds himself in, heat surging through him as he realises how close he suddenly is to his beloved Vala; but then the cold he normally avoids and abhors seeps into his very being, taming the raging inferno.

His mouth falls open to release a long, content sigh, accompanied by a cloud of smoke. Melkor's hands start to wander as if to spread his cooling touch, one drawing circles on his back, one rubbing his chest until his nipples harden –

Gothmog purrs and leans back to rest his head on the Vala's plush pectorals. How wonderful it is to have his lord taking care of him... he would love to touch him as well, but he wants to enjoy this, wants to see what Melkor will do, how far he will go.

Perhaps his earlier comment about his heat was more than a mere joke, Gothmog wonders.

By the time Melkor is moving his hand steadily lower, the Balrog's cock is hard and proudly erect, enticing him to wrap his hand around it instead of toying with the small glittering gems covering the skin of his lower body.

"So pretty..." Melkor mumbles, running his thumb over every vein, ridge and spike of Gothmog's rather impressive manhood.

"You want it inside you?"

The words are out before Gothmog can control himself. Still, he can't bring himself to regret such a bold statement – he wants this, wants to release the remaining flames threatening to break free now that Melkor has stoked them, and he knows all the rumours about his lord's illicit escapades.

Melkor rests his head on his shoulder with a deceptively innocent expression, parting his lips to show his blue tongue. "Yes."

In lieu of a response, Gothmog turns around to face Melkor and grabs a fistful of black hair, feeling its tendril-like strands coiling around his wrist as if to welcome his touch. He lets his legs fall open before pushing his head down, a silent demand that is eagerly granted by his lord. Sharp teeth graze his skin as he bucks his hips impatiently to push inside, the Vala's mouth both hot and cold, keeping him on edge.

Melkor allows him to push until his ashen lips are pressed against the heated flesh at the base of his Maia's cock, and Gothmog moans in delight. It feels so good, penetrating his lord's tight, wet throat so deeply, and he gently strokes it with his free hand to feel the outline of his length inside.

Fuck, he's good...

By the time Melkor's voice rings out in his mind, asking him to move, Gothmog is barely listening. His claws dig into his lord's hair, holding onto him as tightly as he can while thrusting with the fierce and reckless strength of a Balrog. Like the fire flaring up inside him once more he is swift, erratic, merciless, hungry, greedy, and Melkor takes and takes and takes, hollowing out his cheeks to suck him in deeper and deeper.

Gothmog doesn't relent until he releases, filling the Vala's mouth with white-hot, viscous seed. He briefly wonders if he shouldn't have done that, but before he can even attempt to apologise he feels Melkor happily swallowing and licking him clean. His lord raises his head, claws still holding onto his hair even as his grip softens, and proudly shows off his glistening tongue.

"They say a Balrog's essence glitters because of the gems on your fánar," Melkor purrs, gently rubbing the gems covering Gothmog's lower body, and licks his lips as if to coat them in it. "I sure hope it does..."

Gothmog nods, still panting as he comes down from his high – both the fire inside him and his lust for the Vala have been satisfied, at least for a while. Part of him dares to hope that Melkor will be willing to help him again once either of those come back to plague him.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider liking and reblogging!♡

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#melkor #morgoth #gothmog #melkor x gothmog #ainur #summer stories #short #oneshot #smut #silm smut #minors dni #silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #cílil writes #my writing

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