#nothing about kissing the pretty gold lines

[janeelyakiri]

🫵 i see your tags

[starrydragoness]

Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI! More under the cut

Content: soft sex, creampie, cockwarming, pretty vanilla tbh, live laugh love dragon man, wrote this sleep deprived and didn't proof read, so if there are any grammar errors I'll fix them later, trust.

“Come up here-” 

Jiyan panted, breathy words falling from his lips with effort as he fought down soft sounds of pleasure as he grinded his hips into yours. His hand cups around your nape and brings you into his lips, reddened and bruised as they were - he needed more, more of you, more of your taste and touch and love. The unending well of need is insatiable, always open to welcome you in and swallow you whole, cradling you against his chest.

A thin sheen of sweat sits on top of his skin, his chest rising rapidly with each short breath, and you slowly squirm, pushing his shoulders down so he is now laying on his back and you throw one leg over his hip, effectively straddling him. From here, you have quite the sight of the General of the Midnight Rangers, lying beneath you, and so pliant to your affections, but most importantly - he is your dear husband, one you missed too much and all of that love is coming to boil over at this very moment. 

You lean down, kissing across his collarbone, climbing your way up to his neck and you can feel him suck in a breath as you graze your teeth across his pulse point. Your teeth leave faint little red marks across his pale skin, lips sucking here and there until purple blooms in soft petals. His hands are pawing at your sides, feeling your warm flesh in his palms before he claws down at your hips, pushing you  down against his length that is stuck between your two naked bodies, your naked cunt grinding against it. It feels like it has been ages since you began teasing and feeling one another up, taking off clothing, piece by piece until both of you were desperate for more and more.

“Love- hah.. “ Jiyan curls his fingers into your hips, his head thrown back onto the messy bed with covers strewn about.  “Let me feel you- no more teasing” he whispers into your ear and you couldn’t agree more. Sitting upright you gaze into those eyes of molten gold, looking up at you as if you were the work of finest marble and divinity. Embodiment of beauty and peace.

Jiyan’s lips parted slightly, eyes glued to yours until your line of sight led him down to your wet hole. He swallows the lump in his throat as you take his shaft in your hand, pushing yourself up to your knees before guiding his tip to your hole, all while his hands anxiously massage up and down the  sides of your thighs, anticipating eating him up alive. And once you finally sink down his eyes roll back into his head, eyes fluttering shut as he feels your warm walls squeezing him and welcoming him in. A guttural moan rumbles through his throat and he can’t help but buck into you, and the next thrust has your hands sprawled ontop of his chest, searching for stability as he began to fuck himself into you.

He was nothing if not careful, attentive, he still wanted to appreciate you and show you how much he has missed you too, yet as both of you began to lose yourselves in carnal desires, he found himself getting rougher. 

Each thrust had your tits bouncing, right in his face. Your pretty and glazed eyes looking down at him with all adoration one could hold, and your flushed  face and reddened lips threw him in a daze. He was hypnotized. Enarmored.

“My love- you feel so good, you have n-no idea how much I missed you” he groaned  after pushing himself into you to the hilt, simultaneously pulling you down and for a moment he went still, savoring the fluttering of your walls around him. You moaned his name, lust clouding not only your vision but your thoughts as well. So drunk on him.

One of his hands travels up your sides leaving warmth in its wake, trailing all the way up to your shoulder and then down to cup one of your hands in his, pulling it up, towards his lips until he could kiss your palm. He ruts into you all the while, another lingering kiss following the first one before his teeth nip at the inside of your wrist. 

You can feel your insides burning, slick oozing out of your hole and coating his shaft with each thrust. You can feel him so deep within that it drives you mad, making you cry out for him. And he hears you loud and clear, half lidded eyes drinking you in like the finest liquor. 

The hand that held yours flew down to where your bodies joined together, finding your clit and rubbing it in the rhythm of your thrusts, sending electric shocks up your core, all through your spine and up to your shoulders and down to your toes. Whining you squirm on top of him, both of you losing your rhythm as the tension in your bellies threatens to burst.

“Mmm- I’m so close, Jiyan” you mewled, and goodness, your voice alone was enough to make him chase that high with even more fervor. 

“I know, love, I know- come with me..hah.. look at me. Oh, how beautiful you are-” he muses out loud, a flicker of a smile lighting up his lustful eyes as pounds into you from below, pushing moan after moan out of you, making you sing for him.

Your orgasm blinds you, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as your muscles seized and your walls spasmed as Jiyan filled your greedy hole, spurting deep within you until he had nothing more to give. His face became more red before he released a throaty groan, his own muscles finally slacking from the intense orgasm, just in time to wrap his arms around you after you collapsed onto his chest. His cock remained buried within you even as it grew soft, comforted by the heat and slick. 

The two of you panted, working slowly but desperately to catch your breath. His calloused hands traced up and your naked back,  holding you close to him. 

“I love you.. mm.. I love you so much” you coo at him, picking your head up only to place several kisses along his jaw before kissing his sweet lips. A kiss he gladly returns despite the faint burning in his lungs. “I love you too, dearest” he breathed back,  watching you settle your head against his chest, hearing the quick drumming of his heart. 

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[little-lynx]

EVERLARK OUTFITS: THE VICTORY TOUR

This part of “Catching Fire” is done (finally) so I put it all together;) DISTRICT 11, THE SQUARE

I go to my compartment and let the prep team do my hair and makeup. Cinna comes in with a pretty orange frock patterned with autumn leaves. I think how much Peeta will like the color. <…> As the train is pulling into the District 11 station, Cinna puts the finishing touches on my outfit, switching my orange hairband for one of metallic gold and securing the mockingjay pin I wore in the arena to my dress. <…> I can hear the anthem beginning outside in the square. Someone clips a microphone on me. Peeta takes my left hand. // Catching Fire, ch. 4

I think this dress should be a little semi-official so I choose cape sleeve sheath midi dress. It’s perfect for autumn (and they have early autumn weather there in 11th). The hair is just plain + gold hairband = girlish innocent look like the one after the games (this tactics they choose for the Tour). Plus I wanted to draw Katniss with her natural straight hair because i draw her with her braid usually ;) And again nothing about Peeta’s outfit. You know I feel like Portia 😅 because I have to choose how to dress Peeta. I’m not complaining through. So it is black suit with golden buttons (matching Katniss’s hairband and pin), thin soft orange sweater and black leather shoes.

DISTRICT 11, THE DINNER

A pale pink strapless dress brushes my shoes. My hair is pinned back from my face and falling down my back in a shower of ringlets. Cinna comes up behind me and arranges a shimmering silver wrap around my shoulders. He catches my eye in the mirror. “Like it?”  “It's beautiful. As always,” I say. “Let's see how it looks with a smile,” he says gently. // Catching Fire, ch.5

DISTRICT 7

Jackson has devised a game called «Real or Not Real» to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it’s true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation. <...> But since Peeta’s greatest confusion centers around me—and not everything can be explained simply—our exchanges are painful and loaded, even though we touch on only the most superficial of details. The color of my dress in 7. My preference for cheese buns. The name of our math teacher when we were little. Reconstructing his memory of me is excruciating. Perhaps it isn’t even possible after what Snow did to him. But it does feel right to help him try. // Mockingjay, ch. 19

So we have only one sentence in “Mockingjay” about this outfit. And still I decided to draw it because I have a theory (head canon?) about it. I think Peeta remembers the color of her dress because it was special night for him (a lot of kisses and attempts to sneak away from everyone and maybe it felt very real at times) and also because she had two braids and the dress was red. RED is the color ❤️. / Peeta has dark red + black + a little bit gold which is also sexy color combination.

DISTRICT 5 I volunteer to take Annie back to my house in 12, where Cinna left a variety of evening clothes in a big storage closet downstairs. All of the wedding gowns he designed for me went back to the Capitol, but there are some dresses I wore on the Victory Tour.  <…> Annie wears a green silk dress I wore in 5, Finnick one of Peeta’s suits that they altered— the clothes are striking. <…>  As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie’s gown were done by Cinna’s hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s.  // Mockingjay, ch. 16

Katniss: green silk dress + wavy sleeves + sea waves embroidery / Peeta: ivory dress shirt + knitted green waistcoat with sea waves embroidery + tweed suit

DISTRICT 2

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he's been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric. I could think of off the top of my head. “I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna. // Catching Fire, Chapter 15

This description gave me strong “Anastasia” feels 😅. So I loosely based Katniss dress on Anastasia’s ballet evening gown. For Peeta I chose tuxedo jacket similar to Salvatore Ferragamo design for FF 12/13.  Neo classic, purple velvet, shiny shoes. Also I decided to include a cane, both to help Peeta to have some rest during all this Tour activities and as an accessory.

DISTRICT 12

When we reach the mayor's house, I only have time to give Madge a quick hug before Effie hustles me off to the third floor to get ready. After I'm prepped and dressed in a full-length silver gown, I've still got an hour to kill before the dinner, so I slip off to find her. <…> She [Madge] saw my reflection behind her and smiled. “Look at you. Like you came right off the streets of the Capitol.” // Catching Fire, ch.6

When I started drawing this one I just felt that I need to make it look very “Capitol”. So I added some feathers. A LOT of sparkling feathers, haha. Also there are some “moon and stars” accessories in Katniss’ hair because this silver gown gives me moonlight vibes. For Peeta I came up with classic suit but made him wear it casually.

[kvrinaxq]

𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Genre: smut, mirror sex, fluff

Pairing: Hyunjin × reader

MINORS DNI

Y/n sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone. The soft glow of the screen cast a blue hue across her room, highlighting the plush pillows and neatly folded blankets. She glanced at the time, noticing it was already past midnight. "Looks like another sleepless night," she murmured to herself. Her roommate, Hyunjin, was out, leaving the space eerily quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves outside.

Her thoughts drifted to the mirror leaning against the wall beside her bed. It was an antique, with ornate gold trim that matched the bedframe. The glass was slightly distorted, giving everything a faintly wavy reflection. Y/n had always found it fascinating, like looking into another world. The room's darkness made the mirror seem almost alive, as if it was watching her every move.

On a whim, she set her phone aside and stood up, approaching the mirror. She gazed at her reflection, the soft light playing across her bare skin. Y/n felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to touch herself. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying, as if she was about to cross an invisible line. But the quiet solitude of the night emboldened her. She reached out and began to caress her breasts, watching as her reflection mimicked her movements. Her eyes searched the mirror for approval, for a sign that she wasn't alone.

Her breath grew shallower as she slid her hand down her stomach, her eyes locked with the guy in the glass, hyunjin. The room felt warmer, the air thick with anticipation. She slipped her hand into her panties, her fingertips brushing against her sensitive flesh. The mirror Hyunjin's eyes never left hers, as if they were two lovers in a silent dance of desire. Her movements grew more deliberate, her breathing more ragged, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.

Her reflection's hand mirrored hers, the illusion so real she could almost feel the warmth of another's touch. The image grew blurry as her eyes glazed over with lust, and she bit her lower lip to stifle a gasp. The sensation grew more intense as y/n felt a gentle breeze as Hyunjin approached her from behind, his breath hot on her neck. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her body tight against his, their reflections staring back at them.

"So pretty, as always," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n smiled, opening her eyes to catch a glimpse of their passionate embrace in the mirror. She wore nothing but her lingerie, tied loosely at the waist, offering a teasing glimpse of her flawless body. Her skin glowed, highlighting her perfect curves and the definition of her toned stomach. Hyunjin, equally as breathtaking, was shirtless, his muscular arms wrapped around her, his strong chest pressing against her back.

Hyunjin nuzzled his face into Y/n's neck, kissing and sucking on her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of wet marks. His hands wandered up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her already hard nipples through the thin fabric.

"Mmm, I want you," Y/n moaned, tilting her head to the side, giving him better access.

Hyunjin continued his assault on her neck, biting and sucking gently, his hands squeezing her breasts possessively, "As you wish". He then pulled away slightly, reaching down to undo her bra. With a soft tug, the fabric fell open, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely exposed.

The sight of her bare body sent a jolt through Hyunjin, and he pressed himself closer, his hard dick straining against his pants. He ground his hips into her, making her gasp as she felt his thickness against her ass.

"Feel how much I want you," he growled, reaching around to rub his swollen cock against her wet pussy.

Y/n arched her back, pushing her ass against him, encouraging him to tease her aching hole. Hyunjin's hands roamed down her body, caressing her soft skin, before he slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster as her juices coated his hand. With his other hand, he reached around to rub her clit in slow, sensual circles. Y/n's breath quickened as pleasure coursed through her body, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

"You like that mmh?" he asked, his hot breath in her ear.

"Y-yea, i need more," she begged, thrusting her hips back to meet his fingers.

Hyunjin added a third finger, stretching her, his thumb working her clit relentlessly. Y/n whimpered, her body shaking as waves of pleasure radiated through her. She felt her orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his fingers.

"Be a good girl and cum for me, mmh? ," he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

And she did. With a loud cry, Y/n came hard around his fingers, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. Hyunjin slowed his motions, gently bringing her down from her climax, kissing and nipping at her shoulder as her breath slowly returned to normal.

Then, without warning, he spun her around, pressing her against the mirror, the cool surface a stark contrast to their heated bodies. Looking into her eyes, he lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip, exposing her glistening pussy.

"Ride me," he demanded, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n moaned as he lined himself up, the tip of his hard cock teasing her entrance. With a swift thrust, he impaled her, filling her completely. She gasped as he pressed himself as deep as he could go, their passionate reflections staring back at them.

Hyunjin gripped her thigh, holding her in place as he began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy milking his cock. Y/n's hands gripped the mirror, her nails scratching against the surface as he began to thrust harder, faster.

The slapping sound of their bodies filled the room, mixing with their moans and heavy breathing. Hyunjin leaned forward, his mouth by her ear as he whispered dirty promises, telling her how good her pussy felt, how he was going to make her cum again.

"Harder," she pleaded, craving more.

Hyunjin obliged, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her, their bodies colliding with a force that sent tremors through them both. The mirror steamed up with their passion, their breath forming clouds on the surface as they moved together.

Y/n's second orgasm built quickly, her body tingling with pleasure. She threw her head back, crying out as she came, her pussy contracting around his cock. Hyunjin felt her orgasm and it pushed him closer to the edge.

He grunted, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release. Y/n met his thrusts, their bodies moving as one, a perfect, passionate harmony.

With a final, deep thrust, Hyunjin roared as he spilled himself inside her, his cum mixing with her juices as their bodies pulsed together. Spent, he leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes filled with adoration.

Y/n smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Love you more."

They remained entangled, their reflections staring back at them, sweaty, sated, and still very much in love. Hyunjin kissed her softly, their tongues entwining in a sweet, sensual dance that promised more pleasure to come.

And so their passionate night continued, a reflection of their desire and adoration for one another.

[blackdollette]

Thoughts Being Thunk… nasty sex w spence as u pass a j back and forth ‼️

this is gold, anon.

"we're getting high in the parking lot." | spencer reid

dark but just a game. - lana del rey

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⊹₊⋆ pairing: bau!female!reader x spencer

⊹₊⋆ word count: 899

⊹₊⋆ contents: public sex, drug usage, missionary, porn without plot

with his blazer, dress pants, and boxer briefs tossed somewhere in the backseat, he only wore your legs as a belt around his waist. 

it was sinful, and completely against everything you and him stood for. but even the best agents in the country needed a break, right?

you pulled open the glove box, shuffling around until pulling out a metallic-wrapped condom and a lighter. you tore open the packet with your teeth, taking spencer’s painfully erect rod in your grasp and slowly rolling down the latex. 

with spencer looming on top of you, you reached into the cup-holder underneath him. 

“want a pre-roll? i just got these. never get to use them, though.”

he cleared his throat, shaking his head. “i’ll just share with you. if… that’s okay.”

you smile, slipping the joint between his lips and lighting it up. “you’ve never done this before, have you..?”

he shakes his head, his chestnut hair swishing with the movement.

“well first, you wanna inhale. not too hard, or you’ll choke. then, if you’re feeling frisky, you take it into your lungs gently. i’m pretty sure it makes you get high faster. but i’m sure you have the info to verify that, genius.”

you teasingly pat him on the cheek as he smiles sheepishly, keeping the joint between his lips as he takes his first slow drag. the cherry gleamed a fiery red as he took in the smoke, breaking into a small coughing fit just as you had predicted. you snorted out a laugh as you reached a hand behind him to pat his back, assisting him in clearing his airway. 

“did i do good..?”

you nodded, putting on a sweet smile. “you did perfect, spence.”

you pulled the joint from his lips, taking a drag. spencer took in the way your lips closed around the thin stick, blowing out an elegant ribbon of smoke with a content sigh. you looked nothing short of majestic in this moment, and he couldn’t help but wonder what he had looked like, choking on the same amount of smoke that you had tamed so effortlessly.

your eyes met his, a smile creeping onto your face as you saw his dilated pupils swallowing up his dark green irises. 

“whatcha looking at?” you whispered, slowly snaking your arms around his neck as his face inched closer to yours.

“y-your so pretty…” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

you giggled, the tips of your noses coming into delicate contact. “...starting to feel it, spence..?”

he nodded, shutting his eyes and bringing his lips to yours, connecting you in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. the joint dangled between your dainty fingers, your other hand meeting his throbbing shaft and stroking it, making him gasp.

you laughed softly, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. you stroked him slowly, peering down to see his length. 

“don’t think i forgot about you, little guy…”

spencer’s lips pulled into a pout. “you think he’s little..?”

you laughed, thumb pressed against his tip. “oh my god… you’re totally stoned after one hit, aren’t you…”

spencer buried his face in the crook of your neck, muttering against your skin. “can you just… put it in, baby..? i don’t wanna wait anymore…”

you smiled, pressing a kiss to his hair as you navigated his cock to your entrance, lining it up before pressing it against your dripping folds, allowing your hole to drink him in. he shuddered against you as you bit your lip. 

“a-alright. i’m ready for you, spence. go for it…”

he didn’t need to be told twice. with your command, he began rocking his hips against you. his cock buried itself deep inside of you, hitting nothing but cervix. he watched you writhe underneath him, your tits bouncing with each thrust as you took another long drag. he couldn’t draw his gaze away from you. in the span of two minutes, you had become the only thing that existed in the world to him.

you brought the joint to his lips, guiding his hands to grab your hips as the car began to rock. raspy groans caused his chest to rise and fall as he inhaled, a nearly perfect cloud of smoke pouring from his mouth.

“y-yeah… atta boy…” 

he pushed your legs further apart, placing a hand on your stomach to feel the bulge created by his cock everytime he reentered you. he let out a drunk little giggle, his thumb creating messy circles onto your puffy clit.

“you feel that, baby..?” he enjoyed feeling himself slither in and out of your tight hole. he put the joint between your lips, stroking your cheek as you took a drag. 

never in his life had he ever felt so carefree and blissful. nothing else mattered right then. this was pure serenity. 

he cupped your face in his hands, bringing his lips to yours once again as his thrusts became sloppier. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the vehicle. if the conspicuous rocking of the car didn’t draw the attention of others, then the lewd moans and curses surely would.

your tongues fought a passive battle, your noises being fed to eachother as your naked bodies melted into one. it was like time had stopped to make way for this moment. you didn’t even know that you and him had spent hours in that same position. 

until the joint went out.

author's note: working on two chip fics!!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

could I request shy!reader with eddie where he is super protective over her during school? like he has NO problems telling people off if they make a comment to her/make her feel uncomfortable!

Eddie found you in the library, head bent, eyes a little unfocused as you scanned each line, pages fluttering in the quiet when you turned them. Mrs Scott was already frowning at him when he walked past the main desk, the librarian unused to seeing the boy between the stacks of books.

Eddie waved, smiling brightly as he tried to convince the woman he wasn’t here to cause trouble. He walked a little faster towards you, grinning when he realised you still hadn’t noticed him. So he laughed a little when you jumped at his touch, his face buried in your neck as he leaned over the back of your chair.

“Jesus, Eddie, you scared me,” you whispered, voice a hiss but you softened when you leaned back into him, his chest a solid warmth behind you.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, his hands squeezing at your shoulders. “Hi.”

You warmed under his gaze, those eyes shining at you, all fond and familiar. Putting your bookmark between the pages, you pushed the novel to the side, cheek to your shoulder so you could press a kiss to the top of Eddie’s hand, a surprising bout of affection from you considering you were in school, but Eddie took it without comment, not wanting to embarrass you.

“Why aren’t you at lunch, huh?” He sat down in the chair next to you, knees bumping and eyes concerned. “Been lookin’ for you.”

You shrugged, unwillingly to meet Eddie’s gaze cause he could read you like the story you’d just paused. “I’m not hungry,” you lied.

The boy frowned, picking up your hand to hold it in his, fingertips running over your knuckles, the dainty, gold rings on each finger, a pretty contrast to his own.

“You feelin’ okay? I can take you home, if you want.”

You melted into him at the sentiment, wanting nothing more than to skip the rest of your classes, wondering if you could convince Eddie to do the same and let you spend the day in his bed. You like the afternoons when it was quiet, the days that were lazy and long and you could stay against Eddie’s chest.

You shook your head, disappointed. “No, it’s okay! I’m fine,” you tried to convince yourself and him. “I have a calc test next period.”

Eddie didn’t seem to believe you. Well, he knew you had a calc test, he believed that part. Just not when you said you were fine. You looked small, tired, curled in on yourself as you thumbed the pages of your book. So the boy waited, one arm slung around the back of your chair now, his hand making trails up and down your spine and he kept going until you softened, shoulders coming down from where they sat at your ears, putty against him.

He was gentle when he asked, careful about it. “Sweetheart? Are those girls still bothering you? Jenny Deegan? And whatsherface, her friend— the one with the ponytail.”

You cringed, hating how Eddie knew. Bothering was an understatement, but at the age you were, the idea of being “bullied” seemed mortifying. Besides, you weren’t sure what these girls were doing could be classed as such. Girls were mean in a different way, vicious, nasty, unsatisfied until there were tears in your eyes.

There was no being pushed to the ground at lunchtime, no stupid signs pinned to your back or childish name calling. No, mean girls liked to give compliments to your face, superficial and mocking, hardly waiting to burst out laughing when you turned away, too embarrassed to respond properly.

They liked to spread rumours, write things on the bathroom wall and they liked to pout when you blinked back tears, scathing, patronising, cruel.

You sniffed, shoving your face back into your book. “What? No.”

A lie. It tasted bitter in your tongue.

Eddie frowned. “Babe, you gotta tell them to fuck off,” he said, voice kinder than his words. “Huh? I know you hate confrontation, but I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

Your lip wobbled.

“Want me to scare them off?” Eddie pushed his nose to your cheek, whispering when Mrs Scott glared over in your direction. “I can get a bible or somethin’, come to school in black robes and start chanting at them, talk real loud about blood sacrifices, yeah?”

You snorted at the mental image your boyfriend painted, lips quirking upwards and Eddie beamed at the sight. “Like you have a bible,” you told him, your voice still soft, softer still when you turned to press your face to Eddie’s chest.

His arms came up around you, one hand curling into the hair at the nape of your neck. “I’d source one,” he shot back. “For you, I’d write out my own damn religion. Somethin’ scary enough that those bitches leave you alone.”

Normally you’d frown upon name calling, but there was something about Eddie’s sharp words that soothed the ache inside you. You kissed the skin above the collar of his T-shirt, eyes blinking back the tears Eddie made sure never fell.

“Yeah?” You asked weakly. God, you were tired.

“Yeah, babe,” Eddie agreed, a kiss pushed soft to your cheek in confirmation. “Ain’t no one making my girl cry.”

…

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 23 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: You and Alcina spend a cozy morning in bed before going to pay the prisoner a visit.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: some smut, dash of sub!alci and a little soft!dom reader

Notes: Part 23!

I am SO sorry this has taken LITERALLY over a month for me to finish!! But I think I have a pretty valid excuse, for those of you who didn't see my latest update - I'm pregnant!! And it's a boy! The first trimester was ROUGH, I wasn't vomiting but I was so sick. I'm 17 weeks and am feeling much, much better! (Aside from hip/lower back pain, according to the old wives tales that's common when pregnant with boys lolz) anyway I'm hoping to update much more regularly now that I'm finally feeling better!

Click here for the rest of the series

The morning sunlight filters in through the window, gently waking you from your slumber. The feeling of a heavy arm draped across your stomach let you know that Alcina was still in bed with you. Turning over to face her, you come across a sight you don't see very often - if you've seen it at all. Alcina asleep on her stomach, one arm under her pillow under her head and the other keeping you close. Her usual pristine and perfect curls are sprawled out across the pillowcase with a few rogue strands hanging down into her face.

She looks so peaceful, if not for her size you would think she was human in this moment. Your eyes dance across her sleeping features. Her skin, riddled with scars and marks that she covers up with makeup, her over-plucked eyebrows that she also corrects with makeup are on full display. You notice how long and dark her natural eyelashes are as they rest on the tops of her cheeks. Her full pink lips, the laugh lines that rest at the corners of her mouth, everything about her is so beautiful.

You delicately tuck a strand of hair hanging in her face behind her ear, hoping you don't wake her up. But of course, Alcina is one of the lightest sleepers you've ever met - honestly you're surprised that turning in her arms didn't wake her.

Her eyes flutter open and beautiful gold irises look back at you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Don't be, I am surprised I fell back asleep."

"Did you get up at all last night?"

"No," she says, shaking her head and pulling you in closer. "I laid here all night with you in my arms. I considered getting some work done but I couldn't bring myself to let you go."

Alcina nuzzles into your hair, taking a deep inhale and exhaling with a content sigh.

It wasn't until her hand rested against your bare back did you realize you were still naked from the events of the night before. You tuck yourself under her chin, trying to get as close as possible. Alcina kisses the top of your head and holds you against her chest. An audible purr rumbles through her as she buries her nose into your hair.

You can feel her purrs vibrate through your body and you can't help but lightly chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" She asks, nuzzling into you more.

"Nothing, it just seems like both you and the dragon are enjoying yourselves this morning."

Alcina huffs into your hair and shakes her head.

"I suppose we are. It does seem to enjoy your company." She mumbles.

"I have a feeling I am going to enjoy her company as well. As long as she doesn't try to kill me again." You joke.

Alcina pulls away and narrows her eyes at you. You can see the hurt in her eyes, the regret she stills holds onto from that day.

"That is not something to joke about." She says with a deadly serious edge to her voice.

"I'm sorry. I only joked about it because I've been able to move past it. I don't want you to keep blaming yourself for what happened."

"I will because it was my fault."

Bringing your hand to cup her face, you brush your thumb across her skin.

"It was Miranda's fault, not yours. And I am going to remind you of that every day for the rest of my life if I have to, Alcina. I love you. I forgive you. I want you to forgive yourself."

Alcina closes her eyes with a sigh. She places her hand over yours and presses it into her skin. When her eyes open again they're glassy with unshed tears. Alcina opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to find the words to respond with.

Instead of waiting for her response you lean in and press your lips into hers. Her golden eyes flutter shut and she kisses you back. The kiss turns from one of understanding to one of passion. Your tongue grazes her bottom lip and she parts them, allowing you in. The hand she had against yours on her cheek moves behind you before she rolls onto her back, pulling you on top.

As the kiss intensifies you bite down on Alcina's bottom lip and tug at it. A moan escapes from her and you bring your lips back to hers to swallow it. Your hands travel down her neck, past her shoulders to the tops of her breasts. She arches into your touch and you take as much of her massive breasts into your hands as you can - the only thing separating you from her skin is the thin fabric of her nightgown. Another moan slips past her lips into yours when you begin to massage her breasts. Taking her nipples between your fingers, she whimpers into your mouth causing to you moan in response when you roll them.

Last night she worshipped you, now you get to return the favor.

Releasing her breasts from your grip you grab the thin straps of her nightgown and pull them down. Alcina slides her arms out and you pull the silk down to her waist. She groans when your hands find her breasts once more and you start kissing down her jaw towards her neck.

She threads her fingers through your hair as she guides your kisses further down her body. As eager as the both of you are, you still want to take your time to try and kiss every inch of skin you can so you fight against Alcina's pushing a little. She groans at your silent protest and you respond by nipping at her collarbone, causing her to take a sharp inhale. Of course the mark immediately disappears but you're pretty sure you got your point across when you feel her grip loosen.

You kiss across her other collarbone before slowly making your way down towards her sternum and between her breasts. Her nipples harden in your hands and your own patience begins to wear thin. In one swift motion you pull away from between her breasts and take one of her hardened peaks into your mouth. Alcina's groan quickly turns into a moan as you circle your tongue around it and suck. Just before it becomes too sensitive you release her nipple with a pop and latch onto the other one, repeating your ministrations.

Moans pass through Alcina's lips as you suck on her. She certainly wasn't expecting this to happen this morning but now that you've started, she might go crazy if you stopped.

The silk of her nightgown is soft under your touch as you run your hands down her stomach. As you reach her hips you gather the fabric and begin to bunch it up before releasing her other nipple from between your lips.

Alcina's legs fall open and her hand rests on the top of your shoulder. Looking up at her you take in the sight before you. A true goddess, with her head thrown back into the pillow, her usual perfect and pristine curls splayed across the pillowcase. Her eyes are closed and her lips parted in anticipation for you to reach your next destination. She gently pushes down on your shoulder, giving you a not-subtle hint to where she wants you to go next.

Sliding between her legs, you leave open mouthed kisses on the exposed skin of her stomach as you make your way down. You place one last kiss above the band of her underwear before getting settled. Taking in the sight in front of you you see the large wet patch in the middle of her lacy underwear. Reaching out, you run your fingers up and down the wet spot, causing Alcina's breath to hitch with a groan.

Her hips begin to gently roll against your touch. Placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh, you rest your hand on top of her mound and let your thumb circle her already swollen clit. She lets out the softest whine that causes you to smile into the skin of her thigh as you continue to pepper it with light kisses.

It surprises you how sensitive she is until you realize how long it's probably been since her last release. Jealousy begins to set in when you realize the last person to touch her was that maid. The last person to unravel Alcina was that maid. Right then and there you make the decision to make sure no one will ever be able make her feel as good as you can. It becomes your mission to make sure no one else's touch but your own will ever be able to unravel her again.

Abruptly, you pull your hand away and she lets out a groan of frustration. Before she can protest any further you grab each side of her underwear and practically yank them down her long legs, throwing them aside.

You kiss your way back up the inside of her thighs before settling between her legs once more. Looking up at Alcina you see that her eyes are squeezed shut but you want her to see you pleasure her. You want her to see that it's you driving her into bliss.

"Alcina," you say as you plant kisses into her soft, muscular thighs. "look at me."

Alcina hears your request but can't bring herself to open her eyes. Last time she did it crushed her that it wasn't you between her legs. She's terrified that if she looks it won't be you there. So she shakes her head "no".

Nipping the inside of her thigh, she whimpers.

"Look at me." Again, she shakes her head no. "Alcina, my love, look at me."

The smell of her arousal is intoxicating, it's so tempting for you to say "fuck it" and feast on her as she's spread out before you, but you stay strong.

"My love," you say as you kiss the inside of her thigh again. "look at me, please."

Alcina rolls her hips towards your mouth but you do your best to push them back down, and much to your surprise you're able to - she doesn't put up much of a fight.

"I want you to look at me Alcina. Look at me."

The throbbing between her legs begins to surpass the fear she has. After taking a shaky inhale, she opens her eyes and looks down at you as she props herself up on her elbows. The air in her lungs stalls when she sees that it's you between her legs. Relief washes over her and she melts into the mattress as her body relaxes.

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as your eyes meet her golden ones. You see the look of relief, of passion burning in them. There's almost a look of desperation, a silent plea for you to continue.

"Good job." You say. A wave of arousal courses through Alcina, she definitely wasn't expecting you to praise her and she definitely wasn't expecting the praise to turn her on even more. "Now keep your eyes on me. Can you do that?"

Alcina silently nods her head "yes" and you lower your mouth down to her. You lick a broad strip up her dripping slit, just barely brushing over her clit. Her moans fill your ears as you moan from her taste on your tongue.

Looking back up at her, you notice her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. You nip at the inside of her thigh to get her attention and her head snaps back towards you.

"Eyes on me." You say.

Alcina goes to protest but before she can utter a word you dive back in and the words die on her tongue. Anything she was about to say was replaced by a string of soft curses and moans. Your eyes flick up to make sure she's still looking at you and you see her golden irises staring back. You smile into her and swipe your tongue over her clit before capturing it between your lips.

A large hand grips the back of your head and Alcina cries out as you lick and suck on her throbbing clit. Every time you check to make sure she's still looking at you, you see her eyes trained on you.

Doubling down on your efforts you flick your tongue over her clit faster as it throbs between your lips. Alcina's legs begin to shake and just as they start to tighten around your head, just before she's about to fall into bliss, you pull away.

Her fingers holding onto the hair on the back of your head tighten almost painfully as she cries out at the loss. Looking back up at her, her eyes are glowing with frustration and she growls at you.

"Shh," you say, kissing the inside of her thigh. "let me take care of you. Trust me my love." The grip on the back of your head loosens and her eyes soften. "Good, keep looking at me."

She nods her head and you lick up her slit once more before bringing three of your fingers to her entrance. After you coat them in her arousal, you part her lips and slowly push in. Alcina moans above you as you push your fingers in and pull them out before pushing them back in once more. You repeat this motion a few times before thrusting down to your knuckles. She lets out a moan when you start fall into a rhythm and curl your fingers into her velvety walls. Three fingers may feel good for her but you know it's not enough so after a few more thrusts and curls you add a fourth finger.

Alcina moans grow louder and you feel her clench down around you as you continue to thrust and curl your fingers. With her eyes still focused on you, she begins to rock her hips to the pace you've set.

"Oh, draga." She moans.

"Am I making you feel good my love?"

"Yes." She says with an exhale.

"Can you take more of me? Do you want me to fill you baby?" You ask as you thrust hard into her and curl your fingers.

"Yes!" She cries. "Please my love, give me more!"

Folding your thumb across your palm, you slide your whole hand into her and you feel her walls stretch around you. Alcina lets out a filthy moan yet her eyes never leave you.

"Good job, I know how much you love feeling me fill you. I know you missed this, didn't you?" You ask as you pick up the pace.

"Yes! I missed you inside of me, I missed you so much draga mea!"

Your thrusts become faster and harder as you feel her walls flutter around you. The tips of your fingers feel that spongy spot deep inside and you push further into it before your fingers curl. Alcina lets out a scream as you start to pound against that spot.

"Oh fuck, draga! Right there!" She cries as her hips rock harder against your hand.

"Right here?" You ask as you curl against that spot again and she cries out as she stares down at you. She couldn't pull her eyes away from you even if she wanted to in this moment. "No one knows you like I do, isn't that right? No one else knows exactly what spot to hit to make you see stars, do they?" You ask as you continue to fuck her.

Unable to form words, Alcina shakes her head "no" as more moans leave her lips.

"That little maid could never fuck you the way I do, could she?" Alcina's mouth hangs open and she shakes her head "no" again. "Answer me." You say before swiping your tongue over her clit.

Alcina's hips buck into you and she cries out.

"No! She could never fuck me the way you do! No one could ever fuck me the way you do!"

"Good girl." You say before latching onto her clit and sucking on it.

Alcina's moans and cries grow louder and you feel her walls beginning to clench around your hand. She's getting close but you want to drag it out as long as you possibly can.

"Not yet." You say before flicking your tongue over her clit again.

She lets out a frustrated groan and throws her head back.

"Uh-uh, look at me." She rolls her head forward and her half-lidded eyes lock onto yours. You can see in her eyes how close she is. "Not yet baby, not yet."

Alcina whimpers as she tries to hold off her orgasm. You push her further and further, her legs begin to shake around your head as she does her best to stop from falling over the edge.

"Almost, not yet." You mumble into her.

"Please." She whimpers. "Please my love."

Your eyes snap up to hers and you see the desperation in her eyes, a complete submission you've never seen before. The look in her eyes spurs you on as you thrust faster and suck harder on her clit.

"Draga, I - I can't -"

"Cum for me baby."

Alcina's body trembles and you can see the explosion behind her eyes before they roll into the back of her head as she lets out a scream. She clenches tightly around your hand as you continue to fuck her through her orgasm. Her clit throbs wildly in your mouth and you flatten your tongue against it as she bucks against you, letting her use your mouth as she rides it out.

Her cries soften and her walls start to relax. You swipe over her clit once more with your tongue - causing her to whine - before pulling your soaked hand from her. Alcina's chest rapidly rises and falls as she continues to come down from her high, trying to catch her breath. Aftershocks cause her hips and legs to twitch around you.

Crawling up next to her, Alcina opens her eyes and looks deeply into yours. Before you can say anything she pulls you into her and kisses you with an explosive passion.

When your lips part she buries her face into the side of your neck as the last of the aftershocks course through her. You run your fingers through her hair and kiss her head as she holds you tight.

Alcina has never relented control like that before with you. Even when you were pleasuring her in the past she was always in control. You wonder if she's ever let someone else take control before. Maybe before she got the cadou, but you're almost certain that she's never let someone else have control after.

She pulls away and looks into your eyes. You notice how watery they are and you cup her cheek and smile at her.

"Thank you." She says softly, holding back her tears.

"Of course. I love you."

"I love you, draga mea."

When your lips meet you feel a warmth flood your body. There's no hunger or desperation in the kiss, just pure love. She kisses you slowly for some time before your lips finally part. Alcina rests her forehead against yours and holds you tight.

"I love you so much. I am never letting you go ever again." She whispers.

"Good. Because I never want to let you go." You say back.

The two of you bask in the afterglow for a while longer, just holding each other in your arms while exchanging soft, slow kisses. It's moments like these with her that are your absolute favorite. Moments where the rest of the world disappears and it's just the two of you cuddled under the duvet. Your fingers trace her larger ones, in awe of how much bigger her hands are than yours. How soft her skin is, how strong they are. For the first time you really get a good look at the tips of her fingers and her fingernails. It fascinates you that her near perfect manicure can become such dangerous, beautiful claws in an instant.

"Does it hurt?" You ask.

"No. It was rather uncomfortable at first but I grew used to it over time."

"Was it hard to control?"

"I wouldn't say it was hard, but it did take some getting used to in the beginning. There were plenty of instances where a poor maid was in the wrong place at the wrong time and she was accidentally sliced to ribbons."

"What happened?"

"They were more difficult to control when I was in fits of anger - which happened often back then. They seemed to have a mind of their own."

"Like a defense mechanism?"

"In a way, yes. So if I wasn't careful about my movements or how close I was to someone when I was angry, well, lets just say it didn't often end well."

"How long did it take you to control them?"

"Not very long, a few years perhaps. Although still to this day I can feel them itching to come out when I'm upset or angry, but I have much better control now than I did then."

"Do you file them?"

"Every so often, yes. But the wear and tear of my everyday work naturally wears them down so they're not as sharp."

"Is this the shortest they go without you having to trim them?"

"You are so full of questions this morning." She says with a smile as a light blush dusts your cheeks. Alcina kisses the side of your head before answering. "This is their natural length, but when necessary I can retract them further. It can be uncomfortable but it's worth it so I don't injure my partner during certain... activities." She says with a smirk.

You thread your fingers through hers and cuddle into Alcina with a giggle. Alcina nuzzles into you and kisses you on the head before letting out a sigh.

"Nooo." You whine, knowing what her sigh meant.

"I know draga, but we've been in bed all morning. I have a long list of things that need to be done today, including speaking with our prisoner."

Grumbling into her shoulder, Alcina lets out a laugh before pulling you close and kissing you one more time before throwing the covers off of the two of you.

You try with all of your might to hold Alcina down but she quickly overpowers you and flips you onto your back. She clicks her tongue at you as she leans down.

"Valiant effort my darling, but unfortunately you do not have the strength to overpower me just yet." Your bottom lip pushes out into a pout and she clicks her tongue at you again. "Oh, what's the matter my love? There is no pouting after such a wonderful morning." She says before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Alcina sits up and gets out of bed, not before tapping you on the thigh, prompting you to get out of bed as well.

"Come now draga, we have many things to do today."

The two of you get dressed and make your way down to the dining room for breakfast. During your meal Alcina goes over what she has to do today with the girls and discusses what she wants to happen with the prisoner.

"After breakfast we will pay him a little visit. Draga, if you would like to join us you are more than welcome to, but you are under no obligation."

"I would like to come, but I can stay out of sight. I just want to see if he tells you everything."

"What do you mean by that?" Cassandra asks.

"Y/n here went and visited our prisoner yesterday."

"You went into the dungeon alone?!" Bela asks.

"And you didn't die??" Cassandra asks.

"Why would you do that?!" Daniela yells.

"Girls, that's enough. We already spoke about it last night. There is no need for you to interrogate her about it, but I appreciate your concern for her wellbeing." Alcina says before turning back towards you. "Draga you are more than welcome to stay within earshot if you would like and if you want to make an appearance you may do so."

"I just don't want to see him get hurt."

"We will make sure you are escorted out of the dungeon before any of that takes place."

"Thank you." You say with a smile.

"Of course, my love."

The rest of the meal flies by and as the time to go down to the dungeon gets closer, you slowly begin to lose your appetite.

The girls finish their meals and Alcina swirls the rest of her wine in her glass before downing it in one gulp.

"Alright girls, I believe it's time to go visit the prisoner."

"I can't wait to take a bite out of him." Cassandra says with hungry eyes.

"And you say I'm always hungry." Daniela mumbles.

"Because you are! You insatiable beast!" Cassandra snaps back.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Girls. Enough. I need you to either take this seriously or you will not participate. Do you understand?" Alcina says with a stern look.

"Yes mother." They reply in unison.

"Ready, draga?" Alcina asks, reaching her hand out towards you.

You nod your head and take her hand in yours.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Then let us go."

Alcina leads you from the dining room towards the dungeon door. The closer you get the harder you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela swarm down the stairs in a fit of excited giggles and Alcina stops at the top of the steps before kneeling down to your height.

"Are you sure you want to come, my love? I don't want you to feel pressured to be there."

"I know, but I want to. I have to. I just need to know-" you take a deep breath and Alcina nods at you, not needing you to finish your response. She knows why you feel like you need to come, that you need to see for yourself if he was as innocent as you thought he was - as you wanted him to be.

Alcina looks deeply into your eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. Immediately, your body relaxes into her touch and you smile into her. When your lips part Alcina stands back up and takes your hand in hers. She guides you through the dungeon door and you know there's no turning back now. You can only hope he tells them the truth - the whole truth. Not only does his fate hang in the balance, but so does the remainder of hope you've been clinging to.

"Well, here goes nothing." You say to yourself as you take the final steps towards the cell.

[jinxedmuse]

seventeen ot13 reaction + head cannon: if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly

authors note: hiii! enjoy these quick scenarios i wrote today bcs i realllyyy miss the boys! a lot of these were hard to write but i tried staying true to their personal ideal types + how the members like to receive affection! enjoy :,)

special dt to: @chwecandi mi new amiga! ty 4 being crazy over the boys with me 😭🫂

warnings: none, some kisses here & there but nothing suggestive, should be gender neutral, teeth rotting fluff <3

choi seungcheol: acts of service s/o

scoups knows you aren’t the outwardly affectionate type and respects that but he is such a baby boy :(

as the maknae of his family & yet the eldest + leader of 12 men he NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF FROM TIME TO TIME (almost all the time) !! he’d be coming home from work exhausted but craving your touch.

you’d give him the quickest peck on the cheek (right on his dimple) before pushing him towards the bathroom.

“why, whyyy, i wanna cuddle!!” he’d complain all pouty :(((

he opens the door and almost cries on the spot. you had prepared him a piping hot water bath with lavender scented epsom salt for any possible soreness and roses for extra hydration. his towel was already hung up as was his robe for when he got out.

he immediately turns back and looks at you like???? why are you the best person ever??? gives you kisses all over your face repeatedly, you tilt your head back trying to dodge some but you secretly loved it.

“okay cheollie get in before it gets cold, choo go away.” you’d complain.

he smiles and starts undressing himself at your order. he gets into the tub and lets out a pleasurable sigh, feeling instantly relaxed. you give a smile at the doorway, happy that your person was content. you’re about to close the door when he suddenly called your name.

“you’re not gonna join me?”

p.s (you joined him ;)

rest of members below!

yoon jeonghan: words of affirmation + acts of service s/o

you and jeonghan enter a new restaurant together. he had been excited, seeing an ad about it a few weeks before it’s opening and wanted to take you but he was too busy to ever make any reservations himself.

so, you had secretly done it yourself to line it up with his free schedule.

“booths or table?” the waiter ask and before jeonghan could answer you spoke up. “table, please.”

jeonghan pouted but followed the lead, heading to your table. “babe, i wanted the booths so i could be closer to you” he said as he sat down on the opposite side of you.

to be honest, you had always found couples who sat in booths up each others asses were frustrating to look at. maybe it’s just because you weren’t the biggest fan of physical touch.

and, today jeonghan had his short black hair styled so that he had slight layers and a bang. he was wearing a black button up with the sleeves rolled up. his black and gold yves saint laurent bracelet fully showing around his slightly veiny arm. you wanted to admire him face to face and the best way to do that was with tables.

so you told him that.

“i wanted you in my direct line of view. you look handsome.” you replied nonchalantly, focusing back on the menu.

he nearly got out his seat to give you a kiss then and there. yoon jeonghan was without a doubt, an insane visual. he was aware of the effect his looks had on people but he was so used to being called: beautiful, pretty etc, especially when he had his longer hair so this felt new. it made his heart flutter.

your words were always so straightforward yet no matter how long you had been dating, they always had an effect on him.

jeonghan put a hand over his heart, making sure it was still beating properly because he could’ve sworn it skipped a beat.

“y/n” he said your name gently, full of love. you looked up, confused at the sudden tone, there was a clear shift in the air that felt way too emotional for you.

“you know how much i love you, right?” he asked. it was a rhetorical question. you knew clear and through, and you had always made sure to let him know as well since too much of physical touch or pda made you slightly uncomfortable.

“i know, i do too.” you replied with a smirk. he was about to speak up once more but the waiter came up to your table, breaking the tension in the air.

hong joshua: gift giving s/o

“ahh babe, this is the third gift you’ve already given me in the last two weeks.” he adorably complained, looking at the new box sitting in front of him.

you pushed his head to the side before pointing at the box. “open it.” you ordered. excited for him to see what would be inside.

he complied, opening up the box and the smile never left his face. it was a perfume making set with customized bottles that had his name on them.

he was practically beaming from ear to ear. eyes almost disappearing as he smiled.

he looked adorable.

you wanted to say it but you always had a problem with cheesy things or just putting your words together in general. so you bought him things, anything he wanted, stuff he looked at for a second; just to see that smile.

joshua turned to embrace you, pulling you into a big hug. you hesitated for a moments before hugging back, hand patting his back slightly awkwardly.

“i really appreciate all this, and you most of all. seriously.”

your heart quite literally skipped a beat but you’d rather eat a 100k scorch level peoper before admitting that.

[a/n: didn’t really mention it but i feel like we all collectively know joshua is 100% the giving type as well >< !!]

wen junhui: quality time s/o

if you were a black cat, wen junhui was an orange one through and through. sure, your boyfriend looked cold but he was a cinnamon role embodied to you and his members.

always finding a new prank to play, new flirting technique he learned on the internet or simply finding any excuse to touch you. it was often overwhelming but you loved him regardless.

jun recently started feeling like he was annoying you, you could tell because whenever he’d be rambling about something he’d cut himself short on his own accord. you’d tell him to continue but he’d simply say it wasn’t important.

it hurt you that he felt that way and you wanted him to know that you didn’t find him annoying. you valued him and his company and didn’t mind if that came along with his constant tricks.

that’s why you called him over your apartment one day after his schedule. he came over, slightly worried because he usually had to make the first move to hang out.

you opened the door and there he was, standing in all his glory. you opened the door wider and he came through, instinctively going in for a hug which you allowed.

“soo..” he started shyly, looking around your apartment.

“what did you plan on doing today?” he asked you, meeting your eyes, searching to see if it would give away what you were scheming.

but you weren’t scheming anything, you simply missed your boyfriend.

“nothing, just missed your presence.” you replied coyly, looking down at your feet before looking back up at him and ohhhh boy was he smiling like a cheshire cat.

you made your way to you living room and flooped down on your couch, he followed behind you and watched you.

you patted the empty seat next to you while looking up at him.

“sit next to me, please.”

that’s all it took for him to practically leap onto the couch, claiming his space next to you. he pulled you into an embrace before settling down and laying his head on your lap.

kwon soonyoung: gift giving + physical touch

you had just left a restaurant with your boyfriend and you were now walking around your favorite secluded park.

you stop in your tracks once you remembered something, “oh right, i have something for you.”

hoshi looks at you, his pink lips forming into a pout. “well this is awkward because i have something for you too.” he’d say.

you pull out the gifs at the same time and you both can’t help but laugh, they were both jewelry boxes.

“ah kwon soonyoung, what am i going to do with you?” you asked teasingly, he’d be so exited like a cute hamster tiger, urging you to open his first.

you open it and sure enough, it’s a ring from the matching couple set the brand had to offer. he’d open yours and it was the necklace/chain version from the same brand.

“i think we’re actually meant to be” he’d say in suchhhh a serious tone it’d make your heart flutter.

“yeah right, as in fate?” you’d say walking away, (after putting on your gifts of course >:( !!), when he’d suddenly tug you back into him.

a warm embrace on a cold winter day, he places a gentle kiss on your head before releasing you and you can’t help but smile.

he truly knew how to make you the shyest person on earth.

jeon wonwoo: words of affirmation? (he talks x you listen) + quality time

jeon wonwoo had a cold and quiet persona but those close to him knew it was all but true.

he was silly, loving when people reacted well to his jokes. he loved learning or reading something new and rushing to tell his loved ones (you) his new learned information, most of all, he loved interactive video games.

he had invited you over about 2 hours ago and you guys were currently sitting on his couch, playing a newly released game side by side.

while you were playing, he had been rambling on about his day. everything from what time he had to wake up, rehearsals, how there was a new makeup artist, comeback concept, and even the last joke hoshi made as they were leaving set.

making sure not to leave anything out even as he concentrated on the game.

it was no longer you turn during the game so while he was wrapping up his story you took a hand and brought it up to his head, petting his hair gently before letting your hand rest at the nape of his neck for a second.

“you’ve been working so hard. you’re doing really well. i’m beyond proud of you woo.” is all you’d say before retreating your hand and picking up your controller once more.

he looked at you, a warm feeling in his stomach. ever since he got with you, he truly learned what (romantic) love was.

“i’m so glad you’re mine.” he’d reply, his cute smile taking over his face before he’d focused back on his game.

[a/n: K!LL ME NOW I WANT HIM SO BAD??\€£\ okay u may continue]

lee jihoon: quality time/physical touch (+ acts of service if u squint)

composer s/o x producer woozi

are you kidding me? this man is head over heels in love with you. and he’s very apparent about that, in his own way.

you guys are both black cats so the whole pda and overally affectionate aspect is out the window but behind closed doors? in the confines of your own houses/studios?

whole different story.

you guys compose and produce music with one or the other on each others lap. gently playing with each others hair, rubbing each others stomach, and sometimes he massages your thigh. nothing inherently sexual about it, he just loves touching you. doesn’t even realize he’s doing it sometimes.

when you’re too busy to see each other he’d ask you to send him a voice note and you would (so confused?) next thing you know he adds it to the beginning or ending of a song he’s working on. adding it to your private mixtape for each other :(

when he’s working too hard, you’d sneak into his studio, keeping him company quietly. you’d place a energy drink and some food by him, patting his hair before giving him a gentle peck on the cheek.

“you’re working hard, take care of yourself as well babe. call me when you’re done, i reserved (seats/tickets/etc) for us around (insert time)”

he’d literally melt???

lee seokmin: acts of service + words of affirmation

you guys are sooooo grumpy x sunshine coded :(((((

oh heavens, he loves u sm like it’s BAD for him??? GET UP DK!

you’d be exiting a restaurant and notice he’s a bit too tall for the walk way door thingy (spare me) so you’d go on your tippy toes and have your hand over it, protecting his head in case he hit himself.

(his heart nearly exploded at the action please let him rest)

it’d be cold outside and he’d have no gloves. you give him one of yours (albeit his hands are wayy bigger) but he’d still be so grateful.

with both your gloveless hands, you’d take them and put them in your pocket. keeping them away from the cold.

(he blushed so bad he litch got warm, give him a warning?)

one day while taking pictures, he didn’t like how any of them turned turned out. you aren’t (really?) on social media so you couldn’t understand the dynamics of the right angle, right lighting and his need to capture the “perfect bf material pic”

whatever that meant??

you let him complain all he wanted but you get annoyed the second he even ATTEMPTS to slander his looks (absolute blasphemy in your books!)

“my (insert body part) makes me look a littl-“ before he can even finish his sentence you cut him off.

“it makes you look too handsome. you’re right, don’t post he pics; i’m not ready to keep sharing my boyfriend with the world.” you’d say in the most seemingly serious tone??? (you were being 100% serious)

he dropped his phone onto the couch, no longer caring about the pictures and pulled you down onto him. the biggest smile on his face as though he won the lottery.

“it hurts how much i love you.” he’d say.

kim mingyu: also acts of service + words of affirmation

husband material gyu 100% loves getting taken care of after (also) having to cook and clean for/after his members who tease him relentlessly (pos i swear!!)

he’d come home sooo tired after a long day of filming content, all he wanted to do was sleep.

you’d be too busy to greet him at the door. in the kitchen, cooking him his favorite comfort meal for the night.

he comes in the kitchen, giving you a back hug as you finished up the last dash.

“i knew i smelled something delicious, my favorite person cooking my favorite meal.”

he attempts to give you a kiss but you had honestly felt stuffy from being in the kitchen so long and your face was kinda sweaty “ahhh gyu noo, at least let me shower first” you’d complain, letting him hug you but pulling your head away.

he’d pout but understand, backing up to give you your space. you’d turn around seeing him pout, God was it adorable but you stood your ground.

“also, the bed is already made and i have some comfortable clothes laid out for you once you’re done eating & your shower.”

he’d smile so lovingly like what did he do to deserve you??? and his heart grows even fonder once you said:

“tell me about your day over dinner, you’ve been doing so much and i’m super proud but i’ve missed you.”

if he worshipped anyone it would 100% be you. you were his knight in shining armoire especially after long days like this.

xu minghao: quality time + acts of service

you guys are adorably in love with each other i’m jealous! he paints you so much (+places you’ve been tg & etc) that he could practically open up a museum of his fondest memories of you.

you weren’t so bad at the art either so one day you decided to surprise him.

you didn’t even hear him once he came home.

“babe?” he’d call out in the cutest voice, looking for you. he needed to recharge and you are 100% his vitamin.

he’d find you in your office working on a painting of??? him??? if his heart could grow any bigger for you it just did.

“wow, i think i’m in love with you?” his voice would startle yo, pulling you out of your train of thoughts while painting.

“oh hey ming” is all you’d say with a timid smile before returning to your work.

“well, i’ll let you finish up” he’d but you almost get whiplash from how fast you turned around.

“no! i have some nido soup i made earlier in the pot. it should be still kinda warm. heat yourself some and pull up a chair next to me.”

(his heart just did a back flip btw)

he smiled ohhhh so beautifully yk that one smile he does when he’s looking at the members fondly? yeah that one ughhh :(

boo seungkwan: words of affirmation

boo is wayyyy more sensitive then he lets on. he needs all the love and support you have to offer because our boy works hard :(

since you can’t see each other often because of all his promotions, you had an idea! a very cheesy one but an idea nonetheless!

you had a heart shaped jar, on it you wrote “for me boo: seungkwan” . inside the jar were 100 exact folded sticky notes filled with things you absolutely adored about him.

small things from how cute he looked when he scrunched up his nose when he laughed to deeper things only the two of you spoke about on late night, reminders that you truly paid attention to him.

now a part of you was physically in pain from this but oh the moment you thought about how happy he would be you didn’t care how sappy it was.

you gave it to his manager to give it to him after one of his shoots. he opened it in the car, reading one was all it took for him to start balling.

he called you right after and immediately planned a date night, suddenly not being able to handle the absence of your presence ;(

(you found out he keeps these with him at all times whenever he needs a pick me up)

chwe vernon hansol: words of affirmation

like big time HELLO SHOWER HIM IN PRAISE FOR THE BEAUTIFUL BOY HE IS ??? (but also don’t overwhelm him!! be the smooooth ass mf ik u are!)

you guys are chilling on his couch, watching his newly released music video. his head on your lap as you played with his ear (which he’s absolutely smitten over but it’s hard for him to admit that)

his part comes up and your heart rate litch goes faster the moment he’s on the screen.

“you look really good in this shot.” you’d say, trying to keep your cool and collected composure.

“oh yeah?” he’d reply. no longer looking at the video but positioning himself to where he’s looking at you.

you continue talking, avoiding eye contact because you know you can’t handle the way he looks up at you with his pretty brown eyes through his long lashes.

“yeah. your voice and your style of rap is cool, it makes me want to constantly rewind just to see it again. i’m proud of all the work you do, i wish you could appreciate yourself the way i do you.”

and ohhhh my?? if you didn’t have his heart before (which you did) you CERTAINLY had it now!

if you picked him up, he’d probably be a pile of mush. to say your words had an effect on him was an understatement.

you as a whole rocked his world. undoubtedly.

lee chan: quality time + acts of service

you entered the practice room quietly, trying not to disturb the younger guy but he immediately turns around. a big smile on his face as soon as he sees you.

“baby, i missed you!” he’d say with the CUTEST face ever might i add???

you smiled and held up both your hands, takeout in one and drinks in the other.

“you’ve been copped up in here almost all day, i got you some stuff.” you’d say. he knew you weren’t trying to baby him although you were older, just worried that you boyfriend hasn’t fed himself properly today.

“i know i know, i have a new choreo i wanna learn for danceology”

you looked at him with fondness, he truly worked so hard. it was nothing but admirable.

“well then don’t mind me, i’ll sit over there” you pointed to in front of the mirror. you wanted a full view of him working his magic.

“you wanna watch me dance?” he’d ask all cutely (yk how when he was a question for one of the older members :(???)

you nodded, small smile on your face and he got sooo excited! he can do something he loves in front of the person he loves and then eat some food he loves???? triple win!

[a/n: he is the cutest ever i Want to bash my head into a wall also thank you so much if you read all i hope i destroyed ur view of parasocial relationships 🙂! stay safe & enjoy ur day/night!!!!! xoxo]

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

its @stevieweek day 5!!!! here's a modern vampire AU with some dom!stevie flavouring and eau de monsterfucking. amen.

wc: 1397 | rating M (for rampant sexual tension and simpism)

Eddie’s pretty sure he’s been pranked. He looks around the club as he sips his whiskey- it’s a nice place, kind of swanky, music loud enough to loosen inhibitions on the dancefloor but not so loud that you have to yell to be heard at the bar or in the velveteen little booths that line the edges of the room. There’s even a little stage area for live music or performances, currently unused, but he saw a flyer for a drag show while waiting in line and he’s actually considering coming back for that.

So while he’s not disappointed with the club itself per se, it’s not really what was promised to him.

Weeks ago, during a smoke sesh with the rest of the Corroded Coffin boys, Gareth had broken the news about a cool club he’d just discovered. “It’s a pretty cool place- kinda bougie and expensive, but the point is- the best part-”

Gareth had paused, wildly looking each of them in the eye. “It’s run by vampires.”

Obviously, everyone else had burst out laughing. “No the fuck it is not, Gare.”

“It is, I swear!” Gareth had said, completely straight faced, if not a little red from the mockery of his friends. Freak had almost passed out, he was laughing so hard. “My cousin- remember Chrissy? She goes there all the time! She said the owners run it to like- okay so obviously in, like, a Post-Twilight World, obviously there’s loads of people who’d love to get macked on by a vampire. So instead of, like, attacking people, they just. Let people come to them.”

“So it’s a vampire sex club.”

“Okay well when you say it, it sounds dumb. But essentially, yes. Vampire sex club.”

And so now Eddie was sitting in a club that was definitely not a vampire sex club. Sure, it’s kind of old-fashioned in a sort of swanky speakeasy way, and it uses a lot of red decor, but nothing else about it really screams vampire. There’s barely even any goth patrons, which he’d expect to be the main clientele of a vampire sex club. 

It was whatever. Honestly his main reason for coming was just because he trusted Chrissy’s judgement when it came to cool clubs.

He continues sipping his whiskey, leaning back against the bar and keeping an eye out for anyone pretty. Maybe turn this failed vampire sex venture into a successful regular human sex venture. Sure enough, a woman soon approaches the bar, and Eddie almost chokes on his drink.

She’s the most beautiful woman Eddie has ever seen. Miles of sun-kissed, mole-dotted skin revealed by a shimmery gold minidress, gorgeous chestnut waves cascading over one shoulder, and when she turns and catches Eddie’s eye he’s immediately lost in her honey coloured bedroom eyes.

Honestly, he barely even registers walking up to her, too busy cataloguing every inch of the woman before him to pay any attention to where he’s walking. She smiles as Eddie approaches, and he just about manages to avoid staring at her glossy pink lips for too long.

“Hi,” he says, smiling wide enough to show off his dimples. “I’m Eddie!”

“Stevie,” she says, as she shakes his offered hand, looking him up and down in a way that makes him feel like some kind of specimen on display. But like, in a pleasant way. A very pleasant way. “I haven’t seen you around here before. First time?”

“Yeah, actually. You a regular, then?”

Stevie smiles again, something indulgent. “Something like that. Can I buy you a drink?”

Eddie gladly accepts, and he and Stevie quickly grab their drinks and head to one of the curtained booths tucked into a corner of the club. Eddie nurses his whiskey as Stevie sips at her water (she says she doesn’t drink, but comes to the club for the ambience and the people, which Eddie can appreciate). As they talk, Eddie mentions knowing Chrissy, which makes Stevie light up as she recognises Chrissy from previous nights at the club. Apparently Chrissy’s got some kind of thing going with Stevie’s sister Robin, and they while away some time laughing over stories of their shared friend.

“So that’s what brought you here, then? Chrissy gave you a recommendation?” Stevie asks, tilting her head adorably. It draws attention to the line of her neck, and the pretty little moles that dot it in just the right place to kiss.

He wrenches his eyes back up to her face, where she’s smiling knowingly. “Well- okay. You can’t laugh.”

Stevie nods, crosses her heart, and schools her face into something overly serious. Eddie huffs a laugh of his own.

“Okay, so. My friend heard that, apparently, this place is a, and I quote-” Eddie takes a breath, scrunching up his face and quickly saying, “a vampire sex club.”

“A vampire sex club?” Stevie says. Eddie’s eyes are still closed, but he can hear the smile in her voice.

“Those were his words, yes.”

Fabric shifts, and Eddie opens his eyes to see that Stevie has leant forward a bit into his space, elbow on the table and chin propped up in her hand. She gazes at him with hooded eyes and a slight smile on her face, like she’s in on a secret. Eddie never wants her to look away. 

“And you thought you’d, what, come see? Watch maybe?”

“I mean, I guess I was hoping someone would get a bit of a bite in,” Eddie laughs, and is gratified to hear Stevie join in. “Just a little nibble! Like, what, is it a crime to wanna get your neck munched on by a hot vampire?”

“No, it’s very reasonable,” Stevie says with a laugh in her voice. She reaches forward and brushes some of Eddie’s curls off his shoulder, exposing his neck and fixing it with an appraising look that makes Eddie blush. “And it’s a lovely neck. Probably get a lot of offers.”

Eddie waves her away playfully. “I see how it is. You only want me for my neck.”

“Not just for that,” she says, leaning in a bit. “You wanna know a secret?”

She’s so close now, Eddie can probably count her every eyelash. Her perfume is amazing. Her hair is brushing his shoulder. He’s gonna die from horniness, and he’s completely okay with that. He abstractly nods in response to her question, and she smiles like he’s being a Very Good Boy. Which he absolutely is. He can be such a good boy.

“Well,” she whispers, pulling Eddie out of his increasingly X-rated thoughts and graciously allowing him to lean in even closer to hear her. “It’s not not a vampire sex club.”

Eddie tilts his head and makes a wordless noise of interest.

“There’s just the two of us, and any sex that happens isn’t actually in the club. Non-mandatory, but,” she looks Eddie up and down like she wants to eat him. Maybe she does. “It’s definitely on the table.”

Eddie’s gobsmacked. “Wha- really?”

Stevie nods, lips pulling back in a grin that shows off- yeah. Those are some very sharp teeth.

“Please,” he says, voice hoarse with want, the word practically tearing itself from his throat with very little input from his brain.

Stevie tilts her head, Cheshire-cat grin still in place, and Eddie feels very much like a mouse being batted around in her paws. “You gonna beg, baby?”

“Stevie, sweetheart,” he puts his hand over hers, hanging onto her like a drowning man would a liferaft. “I’d worship you like a goddess.”

He’s rewarded with a pleased hum, Stevie’s eyes darkening in a way that gets his own heartbeat quickening. She lays a gentle hand on his chin, turning his face this way and that like she’s inspecting a purchase, before leaning back with a considering nod like she’s come to a conclusion. “Yeah, you will, won’t you?”

With that, she stands up, leaving Eddie blinking up at her from his seat. Stevie smiles her ‘good boy’ smile at him, like she’s pleased to see him exactly where he should be. Below her, gazing up in awe and adoration. 

“Come on then, big boy,” she coos, and then walks briskly to the door. Eddie scrambles after her, barely remembering how to use his legs but powerless to do anything else.

He’s gonna have to buy Gareth a gift basket.

[jessmaybank]

Cardigan - part two; heartbeat on the high line

Based on the song Cardigan by Taylor Swift

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Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Rafe has a skeleton in his closet, and it all gets revealed during a party on the cut.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, drug dealing, cheating, SMUT, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, being tied up (hands only).

AN: jealousy & hella angst in this one. Flashbacks are in italics!

She stared at the gift Rafe got her for what felt like hours after everybody left. Her head was telling her not to open it. She had a new boyfriend now, and everyone knows the number one rule is no entertaining ex’s. She had already got way too close to Rafe earlier.

Her heart, on the other hand, begged to know what was inside the box. It was like the devil and the angel weighing on her shoulder, and it was eating her alive.

Eventually she gave into her urges, and ripped the box open. She practically chocked on air as she peered at the contents. It was her favourite gold ring that she had lost last summer, one that she had been looking for ever since. Her lips parted at the realisation that Rafe had it the whole time, and he kept it. Why would he keep it?

She thought back to the times that they would be lying in bed together or sunbathing at the beach, and he would always fiddle with it whilst their hands were intertwined. She flinched at the memory.

“Just one more baby. Your doing so good for me” Rafe hums into her clit, the vibrations making her back arch as she nears the edge for the fourth time that night. Rafe had been devouring her pussy mercilessly for the past thirty minutes.

Her arousal was dripping down her legs like honey as she tugged her arms, begging to run her fingers through his hair, but she couldn’t. He had tied her hands to the headboard of her bed as punishment for her attitude tonight.

He continued lapping his tongue harshly over her clit, maintaining eye contact as her legs began to spasm again, the headboard hitting the wall at her erratic movements. His jaw was aching, but for this view, it was fucking worth it. Her eyes were lidded, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and he had to stop himself from flipping her round and fucking her senseless. “Fuck Rafe”

“That’s it. Cum all over my tongue like a good girl” he says lowly, and her mind spiralled as she followed his command, as obedient as ever. Her moans spilled out of her like a waterfall as she came undone, pulling on the headboard once again as her juices coated Rafe’s tongue. Fuck, she tasted so sweet.

“Holy shit” she exhales, her chest rising and falling in line with her heavy pants. She was exhausted. He untied her hands, and he didn’t miss the way she winced as her wrists became free. “Do they hurt?”

“Only a little” she replies, lying down fully on the mattress. He joined her, laying on his side as he peppered sweet kisses on her sore wrists. “I’m sorry baby“ he says, his voice soft.

“Rafe. You just made me cum four times. You have nothing to be sorry about” she laughs, gawking as how adorable he looked when he was concerned. He really was the epitome of perfect.

She expected a smug response from him, but instead she got a soft grin, which made her insides melt. He started fiddling with the ring on her finger, something he would always do when they were lying down together. He just always felt the need to touch her, whether is was sexual or not. His hair was a mess even though she didn’t touch it, and she couldn’t help but trail her eyes over the freckles on his nose. “I love you”

She said it without a second thought. Without thinking. They had never said I love you before, even though she was pretty sure he felt it too. Her eyes grew wide. Rafe was smiling from ear to ear.

“I love you too baby” he confirms, and if she wasn’t so tired, she could of cried.

She pecked his bruised lips, smiling into the kiss, and it dawned on her then that no one else would ever compare to him. He was it.

Her eyes became glossy as she stared at the piece of jewellery. She hated that something so simple could get to her like this. She hated that as much as she wanted her love for him to become evanesced, she knew it never would. She was too far gone.

She turned her attention away from the box as her phone buzzed. A sinking feeling sat in the pit of her stomach as she realised it wasn’t the person she really wanted to hear from. It was from her boyfriend, Adam.

She ignored his message, coming to the conclusion she wasn’t in the mood to talk to him tonight. And as she let the silence within the room engulf her, she realised she needed to get the hell out of the house.

A friend to all is a friend to none

The air was thick with uncertainty as she gallivanted up the lit driveway, pebbles crunching under her feat as she approached the worn out door, before giving it a half hearted knock. She had called Sarah in need of a distraction, and the blonde offered her one within minutes. Granted, it was a party on the cut, but anything would suffice at this point.

A few minutes later, she found Sarah outside in the garden. As it turned out, she too had a new boyfriend, but she was shook to her core when she discovered he was a pogue. It seemed the kook princess had finally gone rogue, and to be honest, she was here for it.

“This is Pope, Kiara, JJ and John B” Sarah says, gesturing to her friends as she goes round the circle of people which sat on logs in front of them both. The once roaring campfire was now a bunch of extinguished flames, and the air was rather smoky.

“Hey” she greets them, a faint smile gracing her lips as she takes a seat next to the blonde, who she now knew as JJ. She recognised Kiara from school, but other than that, she was clueless. She never really hung around the cut that much before she left for college. “Beer?” JJ says, passing her a can as she nods.

That was the start of a blossoming friendship.

She spoke to the pogues for what felt like hours, and she was pleasantly surprised at how nice they were. When they were together, Rafe would always feed her bullshit about how all pogues are trouble, and she should stay away from them. She felt so guilty for believing him all those years, and she wondered how many other times she had let him brainwash her. Her insides twisted at the thought.

“JJ it doesn’t matter how many times you say it, the Lego movie was not good” Pope says, an amused look on his face as he bickers with his best friend.

“If you had any taste my friend, you would know it’s a timeless classic!” JJ exclaims, his cheeks flushed a deep red. They were all pretty drunk.

“I think timeless classic is a bit of a stretch” Sarah giggles, and everyone laughs with her.

“Uh Sarah, what’s your brother doing here?” Kiara says, eyebrows furrowed as she stares at something, or rather someone, on the porch.

Her heart dropped as she turned her head, and low and behold, there he was, stood on the wooden decking with his hands in his pockets. He wore a smart black button up with black trousers. To a stranger, he made the perfect businessman.

But he wasn’t fooling anyone else. His bruises were now a deep blossom of watercolour blues and purples. His cut lip was still a crimson red mess. Somehow, he still looked breathtaking. Her life would of been so much easier if he wasn’t so beautiful.

The old Rafe wouldn’t have been caught dead on the cut, so what the hell was he doing here?

“Selling, probably” Sarah says, her features contorting with a mixture of disgust and disappointment as she stares at her brother.

It hurt her seeing the way Sarah looked at her brother. Rafe was by no means perfect, and he often made a habit of hurting the ones around him, but he was also deeply misunderstood. His father had made sure of that since the day he was born.

“He’s dealing again?” She questions softly, mouth agape as she did her best to suppress her shocked expression.

Rafe had a complex history with drugs. The last time they were on good terms, before they broke up and she left for college, he promised her he wouldn’t touch them again, whether that was for personal use or not. Perhaps she was naive for believing him in the first place.

“Well, he denied it when I asked him. But John b saw him leaving Barry’s last week” the younger Cameron says, gesturing to her boyfriend who sat next to her.

She frowned in response, pulling on the loose threads of her sweater as she grew anxious. She couldn’t believe he was selling drugs again, and if he was coming all the way to the cut to sell, he must be desperate. Something else was going on.

Rafe tried to hide it, but she saw the way his eyes widened slightly when he spotted them all outside. And although there were more pressing issues to focus on, such as his sister finding all the coke stuffed in his pockets, all he could concentrate on was how close JJ was to her. How he dipped his head down to whisper something in her ear. His eyes narrowed and his featured hardened as he glared at them. He needed to leave before he killed someone.

She peered at the dying embers in front of her as she attempted to take her mind off him and his intimidating presence, trying her best to listen to whatever nonsense JJ was whispering in her ear. Most of the fire consisted of lifeless pieces of ash, but some embers were still glowing a deep red, clinging on for dear life as they fought to stay lit. She wondered then how long she would be able to hold on for, before her heartbreak got the best of her.

She turned her head just in time to watch Rafe’s figure disappear inside. She tried her best to stay still, but it took her a total of two minutes to give into her urges. “I’m ganna go to the toilet. I’ll be back” she says to the pogues, not waiting for a response before she wonders inside.

Chase two girls, lose the one

Her eyes were cold and sharp as she spotted Rafe on the couch, but he wasn’t alone. A girl was sat on his lap, legs draped over him as she giggled at something he said. It was like all the wind was sucked out of her lungs in that moment. She watched as he dug a bag of coke out of his pocket and passed it to the guy in front of him, taking the cash he offered him in return. It seemed old habits do in fact die hard.

As soon as the guy left, she stormed over to take his place, eyes red with emotional distress. “Fuck off” She says to the girl, motioning for her to get up. Usually she wasn’t this courageous, but she was so angry, she had to hold herself back from dragging her off him by her hair.

“Excuse m-“

“Get off” Rafe says to the girl, retracting his arm from her waist. A rush of pride flooded through her as the girl scoffs before getting up, an angry and embarrassed expression on her face. “I’ll find you later” he mutters to her, watching as she storms off.

“Will you now?” She taunts, her jealousy painfully obvious. He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a smug smirk, which she noticed. Even though it was extremely toxic, he loved seeing her like this.

“Tell me, how’s your boyfriend?” He teases, a picture of pure enjoyment on his features as he manspreads on the couch.

“Great actually” she lied through her teeth. She hadn’t even talked to him today. “Your dealing again?” She asks rhetorically, a little louder than intended. Rafe looked around at the various people that started to stare, but she couldn’t of cared less. “Are you kidding me?”

“What’s it to you?” He says, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, we’re not doing that Rafe. We both know this isn’t you” she says, eyes pleading for him to stop being cold; to just go back to the same Rafe she fell for.

He let out a sardonic snicker. “You don’t know me Y/N. Not anymore. You made sure of that the day you left” he says, as defensive as ever. His eyes were a dark and intense blue, his jaw clenched with a sudden anger, and she swore she heard her heart break into two then.

“I’m not the one who destroyed our relationship, Rafe. You did that all by yourself” her voice was now a broken whisper as she took one last look at him. His concrete jaw. His eyebrows which were knitted in frustration. His sea-rover blue orbs which were now soft, like two sapphires dipped in milky pools. It took everything in her to turn around and walk away from him.

Every step she took was like walking on shards of glass as she practically jogged out of the house, away from the man she knew she still loved, even if every fibre of her being didn’t want to admit it. She did everything she could to stop the tears which threatened to spill out of her, but it was no use. They just kept coming and coming, leaking out of her like a broken faucet. She slumped herself down on the nearest pavement, head in her hands as she let the tears fall.

Rafe sat on the worn out couch, bouncing his leg in frustration as he stared at the floor. He regretted being so harsh. He knew he was the reason they weren’t together anymore, and that was something he just had to come to terms with. He tried to stay still, to not chase after her, knowing it would probably just end in another argument. But before he knew it, he was storming out of the house.

When you are young, they assume you know nothin’

But I knew you

She felt his presence immediately, but she continued to stare at the road in front of her as Rafe sat on the pavement, their knees almost touching. Their unspoken words flew through the air like a bad storm as he turned his head. He took one look at her tear stained cheeks and almost broke.

“I never took you for a thief” She talks to her fingers, urging herself to look anywhere but his face. “How pogue of you”

His eyebrows knitted in confusion for a moment, before it clicked. “You opened my present” he says, more of a statement than a question.

“I opened it” she confirms. “You kept my ring. Why?”

“Is that not obvious?” He couldn’t let go.

She turned to face him then, drowning in his eyes. They were the deepest shade of blue she had ever seen.

Their conversation was interrupted as her phone started ringing. She dug her phone out of her pocket, and sighed when the screen lit up with her boyfriend’s contact. She ended the call.

She could see a glimmer of smugness in his eyes, but as he opened his mouth to speak, she spoke first. “I’m not in the mood for your cocky remarks right now Rafe” his face softens immediately. She could practically reach out and touch the guilt that spread across his face.

“I was going to say I’m sorry. I’ve been a dick. It’s just hard knowing you’re with someone that isn’t me”

She felt her heart shatter then. She wanted to tell him that Adam doesn’t compare to what Rafe and her had. Not even close. He never has, and he never will. She wanted to tell him that she isn’t even close to moving on, that her heart was still his. But she didn’t.

“Tell me what happened to your face. No bullshit” she whispers, eyes trailing to his bruised cheeks, his cut lip. He looked broken.

He sighed as he ran a hand over his face, bracing himself to tell her the truth. “I’m in a bit of trouble” he starts. She began biting her nail, a symbol of her anxiety.

He looked her straight in the eyes as he spoke. “A couple weeks back Barry came to me, said he had a business proposal. He gave me a bunch of weed and coke, told me to sell it to my friends on figure eight. But my dad found it in my room”

She sighed, already knowing where this was going. “He threw it all away, said if he ever found drugs in his house again, he’d kick me out. I told Barry what happened, and he gave me this” Rafe said, pointing to his face.

“How nice of him” she says, sarcasm dripping off her tongue. Her lips twitched with a faint smile, and he matched her expression.

“How much do you owe him?”

“More than I have. My dad won’t help me. Said he’s not letting his hard earned money go to waste on some dirty pogue from the cut. So I have to deal for Barry and do his dirty work for him, until I’ve paid him back” he says, his face a picture of distress. Even though it was his own fault, she felt sorry for him. She couldn’t believe his dad wouldn’t help. Her face softened as a frown threatened to spill from her lips.

It was so strange, seeing one of the richest people in outer banks suffer at the hands of a redneck pogue like Barry. It seemed family fortune meant nothing if your family wouldn’t even share it with you.

She didn’t even think about it when she slipped her hand through his, intertwining their fingers. Rafe drew in a sharp breath, almost gasping as his finger trailed over her ring. She put it on.

“It’s ganna be okay. I have some savings, I can-“

“No, Y/N. This is my fault. I’m fixing it. I’m not dragging you into my shit again. You deserve more than that” he says, eyes twinkling with pain. She suddenly felt the urge to cry as she shook her head.

“You deserve people that want to help you. I want to help you. Just because were not together anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care about you Rafe” she whispers, a sincere expression gracing her features as she comforts him.

Rafe licked his lips, his heart thumping as they maintained eye contact. Just two broken people gazing into each other like there’s no tomorrow. Her doe eyes still glistened with tears, the whites in her eyes slightly bloodshot, and he swore she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His eyes trailed to her plump lips, almost out of instinct. He fully believed her lips were gods greatest gift.

She prayed he couldn’t hear how loud her heart was beating as he stroked her skin with his thumb. It was scary how familiar and comfortable it felt holding his hand, even after they had been apart for a year. It was like he was made just for her.

And just like that, she welcomed his kiss.

I knew you

Your heartbeat on the High Line

Once in 20 lifetimes

It took everything In her to suppress a whimper when Rafe hummed against her cherry red lips. The kiss was greedy. Passionate. Anything but gentle. There was so much pent up sexual tension between them, if she wasn’t sitting down she was sure her knees would have buckled.

His lips were drugging her into a delirium that she just couldn’t escape as he buried his hands in her hair, biting her bottom lip just a little. He knew she liked that. He was kissing away all of her pain in that moment, all the tired thoughts of their once obsolete future. Of their chaotic past. He was putting together the pieces of the broken vase which resided in her heart.

Her manicured nails clung to his shirt as she grabbed his chest, pulling her even closer to him. Rafe was her favourite drug, and my god did she feel high. Her head was dizzy with lust. Her thoughts spinning. She could of collapsed at any given moment.

It was the kind of kiss that made her realise breathing was overrated anyway.

His tongue roamed her mouth with dominance, his lips harsh as his fingers grazed her bare thigh. He was so thankful she wore a skirt tonight. Touching her skin felt like home. She had always been his home.

And as she ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks, pulling on them ever so slightly, Rafe couldn’t believe he was finally home again.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

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[starrydragoness]

 Content: old headcanons, NSFW, MDNI, body worship, soft dom! Jing Yuan, female anatomy

-Anytime you cuddle in your bed with this soft man of a general, he will shed anything that weighs even an ounce too much. So that often leaves him in some thin lining of clothes, just enough to keep him warm and comfy, but even that can go further until both of you are naked and feeding off of each other’s body warmth 

-For  example, like right now. Two of you have barely seen each other much lately, both busy with your own journeys across the vast territory of Xianzhou Luofu. But finally he can feel your limbs intertwine. He would prop himself up onto his elbow to have more of a vantage point over you, with his other arm over your waist, slowly rubbing your soft skin with his thumbs. His eyes are so warm and full of this relaxing mirth that it’s hard to look away, it's hypnotic what this man can tell you just by looks and gazes. His loving gazes are only for you, just for you

-Then his eye catches onto a small mole on your skin and from there he brings his hand up to trace from it to the other skin mark, to the next and the next until his hands are softly massaging and rubbing all over you lovingly, his lips slowly following suit

-And you return the favor, tracing his chest and the few scars and moles he may have there. His pale skin is always such a pretty sight, especially in the dimmer lights of the swallowed sunlight. His hair even looks like beaten gold

-He doesn’t stop praising you. His words are mutters and whispers, half unfinished sentences interrupted with languid kisses he leaves over your skin. They’re endless and countless, and if he could keep awake that long, he’d kiss you until the end of times, and bit by bit he’s climbing on top of you, his kisses are becoming more fervent, seeking to devour you

-He would hold you close, kissing the crown of your head, and then his head would dip to your neck where you’re most sensitive, teasing you by licking and sucking. He would hum something absentmindedly, every now and then with a low rumble in his throat, but you can tell he is already beginning to get riled up, and that this teasing game won’t last long.

-Soft dom Jing is a sight for sore  and lustful eyes that escapes the deepest depths of your dreams. The view of him towering over you, his chest muscles right there, one could say directly in your face but he loves to kiss you too much to distance his lips from yours. He has no need for ropes,  unless you'd prefer it that way - otherwise he loves the skinship that comes with your little ministrations

-If he does anything, it's taking care of you. Not letting you catch a moment to breathe properly as he makes you get lost in the carnal pleasures of the body, stimulating all the weakest spots he knew of or the ones he just found out about. He's wearing that soft smirk, his eyes half lidded and heavy with lust that forms into sultry words on his tongue. His messy hair falls across his face, framing it and you can barely even bear the sight of him between your thighs, it’s too much. 

-His hips chase yours, bucking into you and filling you with his cock, over and over again until he's pushed out every other thought out of your head, making your pretty head fuzzy and empty, aside from the thoughts of him. Nothing else matters but this warmth now. Just you and him.

-He's leaning down and kissing your neck, nibbling the marks he left previously in the valley over your breasts and over them, sucking on a reddened nipple

-Lazy thrusts of his hips make you crazy, craving for more and more, and he’s slowing down to hear you beg for his cock.

"Is this what you imagined when you said you wanted me? By the sounds you're making for me, I can't predict any other answer, mmm.. well, I'll tell you now.. this is all I could dream off the past few nights..."

"My love, you're so good..so good for me, aren't you? Ahh, that's it, just like that. Keep moving your hips, like so...mmhhmmm..mmm..ahhh..."

"Don't resist the feeling, sweetness. This is all for you, and it's no punishment...let it go.. I'm right here, ah...with you...ghhh.."

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[angelkiyo]

miya atsumu + miya osamu x reader : did it first

a/n: very cringe but yk im trying it! mature themes ahead, infidelity, cigarettes and alcohol mentioned. toxic relationship with osamu and atsumu. y/n is a bop, i fear

you felt the hairs at the back of your head stand up and goosebumps decorate your skin as you felt atsumu miya’s chin lay against your shoulder. he took off the necklace of his initial off you gently, grasping it in his hand. you shuddered as you looked at the two of you in the mirror in front of you and felt his big calloused hands wrapped around your waist, his long fingers playing with the ends of your black silk pajama shirt, “you look so pretty f’me, baby…” he gave you his signature smile. you smiled at him as you grabbed his hands with your own, getting the necklace, and turned around to face him, “you’re really pretty too, my love.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck as he did too with your waist and caressed his hair, “have fun!” atsumu grabbed your hand and kissed the back side of it, “I’ll see you later, okay?” you smiled and nodded, “okay, be safe!” he gave you one last smile before shutting the door of your apartment.

your boyfriend osamu had told you that he, his brother, and a few of his co workers were going to go to the club and he might return late. he had asked you with time and you were grateful. your boyfriend was careful and cautious regarding you.

he just wasn’t so careful and cautious regarding the other people he had been sleeping with.

you found out he had been cheating on you after going through his phone when he was in the shower five days ago. you felt frustrated from the constant notifications from his electronic watch on your bedstand and went to close off his phone, where you found them.

you trusted him, you really did. he made himself out to be the “better twin”. you’ve always been a romantic and thought that maybe this would be one of the nice times where opposites do attract. you'd been cleaning up your apartment, thinking about your relationship. then, your phone went off, catching your attention.

atsumu…? it hasn't even been an hour yet?

you had been friends with atsumu longer than you have with osamu. you two took two classes together during college and have been friends since. he’s one of, if not your best friend.

“hey, what’s up?”

along with being your "side piece" if you could even call him that. he had a girlfriend too. but didn't care cheating on her four days ago after you found osamu's messages. he needed a cathartic release too.

you felt atsumu smile as he cleared his raspy throat, “what are you doing right now?”

“nothing? why? what happened? are you okay?”

you heard him clear his throat and blew something, “im fine, im at a club so ill text you the address.”

your eyes widened at the mention of a club and felt a pit in your stomach grow. your first thought was osamu. you then looked at yourself in the mirror and got ready. if you’re going to hypothetically confront him if that is what atsumu is hinting at, you might as well look better than the bitch upstaging you.

you met atsumu at some new club in shibuya, finding him on the second floor balcony of the club in a black undershirt and jeans, his gold chains and rings decorating his neck and fingers as he held a cigarette in between his index and middle finger, “took you long enough.”

he turned to you as his breath hitched, you’re still as beautiful as ever to him, “you look good.”

his smile faded as his lips shifted into a fine line, his index pointing at osamu on the first floor, making out with women left and right. he appeared to have a busted lip and cuts on his face but still was able to hit on women. he was very attractive either way and those injuries added edge to his appearance. he clearly looked intoxicated. “i wanted to show you before you didn’t believe me and i tried to interfere but i figured letting you know first is wiser.”

next thing you knew, you grabbed atsumu’s calloused hand down to the first floor of the club, “can you -?” you felt an adrenaline rush course through you. of course. you were in a night club and beside your ‘boyfriend’s’ twin brother in a situation where he was the one to let you know of the infidelity. it was almost too good to pass up.

i mean you cheated too, but he did it first.

he gave you a playful smirk and went along with it, tapping his cigarette and rubbed it on the ashtray beside him, “anything to help.” the two of you ordered the strongest drinks available in the club and you got tipsy quick.

once on the dance floor, you hung your arms around his neck as his arms were around your waist, pulling the both of you closer to each other and creating undeniable tension between you both as you two started dancing to the music. the heat and rowdiness of the club got to you. you felt yourself turn into putty as you danced with atsumu, who was looking at you like an art piece at the louvre. you saw his eyes narrow towards someone else, as he gave you a spin, making your backside face him as he held your hands while swaying and grinding against you. you took a good look at osamu as you two made eye contact, noticing his dark expression. your lips parted as you panted from the rush you felt. osamu got off the ladies he was with and grabbed you by the waist to dance, giving atsumu a look for him to ‘fuck off’ osamu took that as a chance to talk to you.

osamu ran his fingers through his raven hair as he leaned towards your ear and laughed, “did you really think you were going to cheat on me with my brother?”

you gave him a sneer, “did you really think you were going to cheat and i wasn’t going to find out?” he let out a deep and raspy laugh, “so you saw?”

you nodded as osamu gave you a spin, making him clear his throat, “well fuck, i wouldn’t have done that in the first place anyway if i didn’t find tsumu breaking up with his girlfriend over you.”

he looked at you accusingly, “you probably fucked my brother.”

you glared your eyes as you came closer onto him, as the tips of your noses touched each other, "fuck you." you look at osamu again before shoving him lightly away from you, making him scoff and run his fingers through his hair again as you walked away from the club, meeting atsumu at the parking lot.

you felt like a hypocrite. you did feel guilty. atsumu miya was an amazing person and you didn't mean to use him for collateral damage from your relationship with his brother.

atsumu was sitting on the hood of his black mercedes and raised his head slightly as he looked up to you from his phone, "so i figure the conversation with my brother wasn't great?"

you nodded and clicked your tongue, "no, it didn't."

atsumu's eyes softened, "he doesn't deserve you..."

you just couldn't deny that you've grown feelings for him too.

you leaned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck , making his arms lay on your waist above your ass, "wanna spend the night at my place?"

he gave you his signature lazy smile, "say less, princess."

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a/n - i fear i made y/n a bop but its inspired from the song saurrrr. guys dm me feedback bc this is not edited so!

[libby-for-life]

what about yandere Lucifer holding Lute captive during an extermination and promising to release her back in Heaven’s safe arms so long as Adam takes her place and agrees to become his queen. And Adam agrees

Adam was having a grand time shooting all those vile fuckers. They were certainly dropping like bugs. He sighed as he heard the bell toll signaling that Extermination Day was done. He watched as everyone gathered up in the air.

Adam counted, paused, and then recounted. "Lute?" He called out. When his ladies looked around and at each other in confusion, Adam began to get worried.

"Lute?!" No answer.

"I thought I saw her near...the devil's palace. She was chasing some Imp...."

Adam felt his heart thump in his rib cage. Shit. "Go without me, girls. I'll find her."

They all looked at each other before nodding and taking off. Adam dashed for the biggest building in the Pride Ring. He landed heavily, breaking the ground below him. He scanned the surrounding place with his eagle-like eyes, desperately trying to find his right-hand woman.

"Ah. I was wondering when you would show up."

Adam whirled around and almost tripped at what he saw. Lucifer himself was sitting on a stone chair, his legs crossed and a smug smirk on his face. His red eyes held smug power but it was mixed with...something Adam couldn't name.

And by his feet was Lute, bound and gagged in angelic chains. "Lute!" Adam screeched as he flew towards her only to stop when Lucifer produced an angelic sword and pressed it to her neck.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Stop where you are or the pretty little angel gets it."

Adam fisted his hands, glaring hatefully at the devil. "What do you want?" He said, his voice dripping with malice.

"I'm glad you asked." Lucifer's demeanor changed to someone who was pleased. "I want you."

Adam paled. "You want...me? Like, my head or something?"

Lucifer laughed. "Oh, nothing like that!" He smirked again. "I want you. I want to own you, Adam. In exchange for this angel's freedom, you take her place."

Adam glanced at Lute who was struggling and shaking her head, clearly against him even thinking about the deal. But how couldn't he?

Lute was like a daughter to him. She came from him. She was made out of his essence. Adam would never be able to forgive himself if he didn't do this.

"Fine. I'll trade places with her."

"MMMMF!" Lute screamed, fear for his safety written across her face. Lucifer chuckled. "I figured you would do it. You care far too much." He produced a glowing gold scroll and quill. "Sign on the dotted line, Adam."

Adam could feel his tears coming up as he signed his life away. Suddenly, chains wrapped around his body and he was pulled to the ground. Adam cried out as he was dragged into Lucifer's arms and hugged tightly.

"Leave, bitch. Before I find someone to kill you." It was then Adam noticed that Lute was free. She stumbled into the air and yelled. "I'll find a way to get you back, Sir!" And she was off, flying for Heaven.

"Aw. She thinks she can help you." Lucifer mocked as Adam shook in his grip. His face was gripped harshly and Adam whimpered. He gazed into Lucifer's eyes and saw just how crazy the devil looked.

Adam flinched when the devil kissed his cheek. "Let's get you inside. We have a lot to make up for~!"

[lionlena]

Leave… (Oberyn Martellxreader) ANGST - one shot

Warnings: ANGST, I wrote this to break my own heart, Oberyn is unfaithful, pain, sadness, heartbreak…

Leave

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care But it's so cold and I don't know where I brought you daffodils in a pretty string But they won't flower like they did last spring

You stood on the terrace and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm. Lately, the evening air had been growing colder each day, as if the cold breeze off the sea itself was trying to make you realize it… Your time with Oberyn was coming to an end. The fire of love was growing weaker and weaker.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek and quickly wiped it away, almost angrily. You promised yourself that you wouldn't cry and despair, after all, you knew from the very beginning that this would be the end. You knew who Oberyn Martell was. No one wins the title of Dorne's Best Lover by being with two, three, or even ten women. He never hid his passion and desire for orgies from you. And you told yourself that it wasn't a problem, because: You would always be first in line… But recently something has changed. Your nights were shorter. Your days together are less joyful. The prince seemed more distracted. Even as he stroked your hair, he seemed to be somewhere else. Or rather, with another one.

When you asked him about it directly, he didn't even pretend, he didn't deny it. He said he met a special woman. The woman he wants to make his paramour. That he can't stop thinking about her. This woman consumed his thoughts. Your heart tightened in pain. You knew perfectly well that he felt the same way about you at first. You asked what happened to you then. He replied that you could stay… But did you want to?

You were brought out of your thoughts by the touch of a warm, large hand on your back. Something that used to bring you comfort. Now it made you shiver.

"Let's go inside. You're cold." He said softly, touching your hair with his lips.

You wanted to scream for him to stop showing you so much care and affection. If he were rude and aggressive, at least it would be easier for you.

"I made my decision." You said and moved away a bit.

The prince looked at you worriedly. He sighed and nodded, encouraging you to continue.

"I want to leave you. I will take the gold you offer me and go somewhere far away… Maybe I will live in the Free Cities."

Oberyn was silent for a moment. He dipped his head down and took your hand in his. His thumb gently stroked your skin.

"You don't have to…"

"But I want."

Oberyn looked at you sadly and whispered:

"I love you…"

You smiled nostalgically and stroked his cheek. His love changed nothing. His love didn't help you share him with another woman.

"I know… And I love you. But you know what is the most beautiful thing you can give to someone you love?" Oberyn looked at you carefully, waiting for your answer. "Freedom…" You whispered as the first tears rolled down your cheeks. "And that's what I'm giving you, Oberyn Martell… And I'm asking you to give me the same."

The prince wiped the tears from your cheek with his thumb.

"I wish I was different… But I can't."

You nodded. You wanted him to be different too, but obviously, the gods didn't create him for marriage.

"I understand that. Goodbye, Oberyn."

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. The prince embraced you and hugged you tightly.

"I will miss you."

One thing you knew was that you would never love someone as much as you love Oberyn. You won't be able to give the same love to any other man. You won't sing and dance for anyone else. And for no other man will you cry as you cry for Oberyn. But you also knew that no other love could hurt you as much as your love for Oberyn. So you looked into his beautiful brown eyes one last time and left.

You weren't the only lover he left behind, but you were the only one who made his heart tremble painfully as he watched you leave.

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright I'm just so tired to share my nights I wanna cry and I wanna love But all my tears have been used up

*Tom Odell - Another love

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

[phillippadgettwrites]

The First Time, Every Time: E.B.E.

Rated X / 2105 words / Tagging @today-in-fic / Posted on AO3

He makes it to the front doors of her apartment building before he turns back, the photograph that she just insisted is a fake clutched tightly in one hand. He’s irritated and angry, in part because she’s always pushing back on him, and in part because she might be right. He does tend to overlook contradictory evidence when he’s hot on a lead like this. He does want to believe Deep Throat badly enough that it’s possible he’s not thinking clearly. 

She said she trusted him. More than that, she said he’s the only person she trusts. But her trust isn’t given blindly, and he can’t decide if that’s something he resents or appreciates. He just doesn’t know what to think. 

When she answers the door, his anger immediately wanes. Her eyebrows are all pushed together and she’s scanning his face for clues as to why he’s back already, and he’s still not used to someone looking at him like this all the time. Like they care. 

“Is something wrong?” she asks, opening the door wider and stepping aside. 

Mulder walks into her foyer and turns to face her. Truthfully, he has no idea why he came back. The conversation just felt unfinished somehow. 

“Why is it so hard for you to believe? Even after the bugged pen?” he asks, more frustrated than anything. 

Scully closes the door and sighs, then props her hands on her hips and levels him with an icy stare. How she manages to be intimidating at five foot nothing and with that pretty face is an X-File in itself. 

“I’m a scientist, Mulder. I don’t believe anything without irrefutable evidence. A bugged pen is not evidence that your picture isn’t a fake,” she says sternly, with a nod to the envelope in his hand. 

Mulder huffs and shakes his head, though he can’t disagree with her. 

“I just wish you could be a little more open minded,” he says, and Scully presses her lips into a tight line. 

“Your skeptical partner,” she says under her breath, and he feels a little flash of embarrassment at the memory of Langly’s comment. He may have vented to them a bit shortly after Scully started working with him, but he could also tell during their brief introduction that the Gunmen liked her. A lot. “You know what, Mulder, I wish that you could be a little more open minded,” she says sassily. 

Mulder scoffs. 

“To what, exactly?” he asks, tossing the envelope onto her kitchen table and taking one step towards her. She lifts her chin defiantly, and he has the overwhelming urge to kiss her, which catches him off guard. 

“To the possibility that you’re being manipulated,” she tells him, her eyes locked on his. “To the possibility that you’re wrong.” 

“What if I’m not wrong?” he asks, moving even closer, craning his neck down to bring his nose inches from hers. 

Scully blinks rapidly, unmoving aside from the labored rise and fall of her chest. It’s something he’s noticed about her, a tell that she’s emotionally activated even when all other signs indicate calm. He watches for it now, listens for it on the phone. Her breathy, “Mulder, it’s me,” tells him everything he needs to know. 

“If you’re so confident it’s real, why won’t you have it analyzed?” she asks, practically panting. 

Mulder slips his hand into the space between their bodies, and she startles when his knuckles brush against her chest just beneath her clavicle. He fingers the gold chain around her neck, fishing the tiny cross that hangs from it out from beneath the hem of her shirt, though his eyes never leave her face. 

“I have faith in my source,” he says, his voice low, and she draws in a shuddering breath. 

“A faith too fragile to be questioned is hardly faith at all,” she retorts. 

He has two concurrent realizations, with the backs of his fingers resting against the satiny skin of her breastbone and his face so close to hers that he can smell the wine on her breath: she is the most maddeningly stubborn person he has ever met, and he finds her immovable nature wildly arousing. 

He tells himself that he absolutely cannot kiss her at the exact same moment he realizes that he already is, and he pulls away sharply, terrified. Her eyes are wide and her lips slightly parted, and she looks just as likely to slap him as she is to kiss him back. 

“Sorry,” he stammers, taking one step away from her. “I don’t know why I did that.” 

His head is hung in embarrassment, so he doesn’t see her moving closer. He feels the painful press of her fingernails digging into the back of his neck, and when he looks up her mouth immediately covers his. She’s teetering on her tiptoes, anchoring herself to him with an arm slung across his shoulders, so he stoops down a bit to compensate for their mismatched statures. Her hands move to his face and her kisses grow hungrier, soon accompanied by little whimpers that make his head spin. 

“Scully,” he tries to say, but she swallows the sound of her own name and shakes her head with a muffled “Uh-uh.”

What does that mean? Is he supposed to stop her? Should he let it happen?

Her fingers brush over the fly of his slacks and he jumps, grabbing her hand to still it and pulling his head back, just out of reach. 

“What are you doing?” he asks breathlessly, very aware that she just made full contact with his very hard dick. 

She just stares at him for half a second, her expression unreadable. 

“I don’t know,” she says, looking mildly shocked. “Should I stop?” she asks, flashing her eyes to his groin. 

Mulder’s jaw tenses. He knows what the right answer is, but he can’t bring himself to say it. 

“I don’t know,” he parrots back to her. 

A beat passes wherein they look at each other, his hand still wound around her wrist. He knows she won’t keep going unless she’s absolutely sure he wants this. He can feel his heart beating in his cock, and in his periphery he can see the generous tent it’s creating at the front of his slacks. Scully’s tongue slides across her bottom lip and his cock jumps, making up his mind for him.

“No,” he says suddenly, tugging her closer by the arm and sending the front of her body colliding with his. 

After that initial hesitation, things move exceptionally quickly. She pushes his suit jacket off his shoulders and then strips off his belt so aggressively that the leather snaps loudly, setting off gooseflesh all over his arms. He manages to get her top off before she slips her hand under his boxers, and he struggles with the clasp on her bra as she drags her fingernails over the papery skin of his scrotum. They’re still standing beside her kitchen table, and all the lights are on. He truly has no idea what will happen next. 

Cool air slides over his legs when she pushes both his slacks and his boxers off his hips and they puddle on the floor around his feet. The sound of his heart pounding in his ears is so loud that it drowns out any rational thought. The only one that makes it through is sex . Sex and Scully , two words that he has carefully compartmentalized but are suddenly forcing their way into the very same box as she strokes him firmly with one hand and pops the buttons on his shirt with the other. Meanwhile, he’s got two handfuls of her perky little tits and is working up the nerve to divest her of her pants. 

It doesn’t feel even a little bit real. Not when he takes her by the shoulders and guides her back to the table, not when his palms run down the length of her naked thighs as he removes her panties, not when he hoists her up and sets her bare ass down right on top of the manila envelope that brought him here in the first place. 

“You’re sure?” he asks, though the fact that she’s got her hand wrapped around his shaft and is guiding him into her wet heat makes the question somewhat rhetorical. 

Sex. Scully. Sex. Scully.

She takes him in with a gasp, and his knees wobble when she immediately quivers around him. 

“ Shhhhiiiiit ,” he hisses under his breath. 

He isn’t prepared for this. It’s been a few days since he jerked off, and under normal circumstances he’d spend as much time as necessary to make sure she got off before he even entertained the idea of coming himself. But it’s Scully, and she’s naked, and her little tits are perfect, and her cunt feels like heaven, and he’s so jacked up on all this E.B.E. shit that he’s operating on a hair trigger as it is. 

Baseball. Parking tickets. Budget meetings. Airport security.  He imagines something banal with each thrust, trying not to notice the slick sounds of just how wet she is.

It’s not working. Her hips jump up off the table as she slams herself into him, holding steady with one hand on the back of his neck and the other planted on the tabletop. They hold their faces close together, not quite kissing but not giving enough distance that they might meet eyes and realize how stupid this is. Mulder closes his eyes to block out the visual input of her tight pink nipples bouncing on every thrust and holds on for dear life, determined not to make this both a mistake and a disappointment. 

“Oh god,” Scully shouts just before she clamps down on him. 

Stars burst behind his eyes and he quickly goes from on the edge to careening over it, coming so hard he can barely stay standing. Scully throbs powerfully around him, moaning beautifully in his ear while her cunt strokes every last drop of cum out of him. By the time they’re both finished, she’s on her back and he’s draped over her, listening to her heart slow and wondering what the hell will happen now. 

“There’s a roll of paper towels on the counter there,” Scully says, pointing just over his shoulder. 

Mulder slowly stands and pulls out of her, and they both politely avert their eyes while he grabs the roll of towels and rips one off before handing it to her. After pulling his pants back up, he quickly retrieves her clothes from the various places they landed and turns his back while she dresses. The manila envelope is now sporting a wet spot in the shape of a wide “V,” which he carefully wipes away. Only then does it occur to him that they didn’t use a condom. 

“I’m on birth control,” Scully says, as though reading his thoughts. He turns and looks at her just as she’s tucking her shirt back into her slacks, offering her an awkward smile that she returns. 

“That’s reassuring,” he says.

He taps the edge of the damp envelope against his palm, trying to think of something to say that won’t come across as flip or crude. 

“I’m sorry,” Scully begins, giving him only quick glances. “That was very unprofessional.”

Mulder laughs, and she looks at him sharply with a mildly bemused expression.

“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “Pretty sure it was a mutually unprofessional indiscretion. Takes two to tango, as they say.”

Scully smiles bashfully. “Right,” she says with a nod. 

“We got a bit carried away. Happens,” he offers, and he sees her relax. 

“Shouldn’t happen again, though,” she says, and he detects a hint of a questioning inflection. 

“Right,” he agrees. “Well, I better get going,” he says as he moves towards the door. “Need to see a man about having a photograph analyzed.”

Scully’s expression of surprise quickly gives way to amusement. 

“So that’s all it took to convince you, then,” she observes, clearly mildly embarrassed by her own joke. 

“I am but a man,” he teases back, delighted by her genuine smile. “We’re um…we’re good?” he asks.

She meets his eye and nods. “Yup,” she says, seeming confident that they can move past this, if not still a bit chagrined that it happened in the first place. 

“See you in the morning,” he says as she opens the door to let him out. He takes one step beyond the threshold, but then turns back and leans down to bring his lips to her ear. “I think it’s remotely plausible that somebody thinks you’re hot,” he whispers, then presses a kiss to her cheek before he turns and leaves.

[weird-an]

tw: mentioned suicide attempts, but Billy can't die, depression, drugs

Billy isn't sure he's alive, but he knows he can't fucking die.

The doctors call it a miracle, he thinks it's a curse. The wounds healed, turning into thin scars, starting to fade after a few days. All the pain becoming only a faint ache. Starcourt is a memory, a bad dream, a fucking joke.

It can't be right. He feels like he's dying, when he's back at Cherry Lane, when he's at home, but far away from California.

His skin feels all wrong, too tight, too cold.

Neil says he's glad Billy survived the "fire at the mall", but he isn't happy about the hospital bills. He's disappointed that all of this happened, but Billy still isn't a man, knows nothing of respect and responsibility. Beating are lessons, but not lasting anymore, the bruises are gone after an hour.

Neil notices. Calls him a freak, a monster - like he has ever seen a real monster, like he knows what it feels like to have one inside his head, like he doesn't see one in the mirror every day.

It's the last day of 1985. Billy can't fucking die.

He tried to using the gun Neil shouldn't have, he tried to using too many pills, he tried to let the Camaro's engine running until he couldn't breathe - but he always wakes up. Sometimes hungover, sometimes hurting, always not dead.

He sits on the Camaro's hood at the quarry, after snorting a line of coke and drinking a bottle of vodka. His heart races, but he still doesn't feel shit.

"Jesus, Billy." Harrington's voice is soft, almost worried. It makes Billy turn around, before he can help himself.

Harrington's got a freaking suit on, tie loosened, hair tousled. He looks as tired as the world is. As Billy is.

"That's one hell of a New Year's party," Harrington says.

"Fuck off." Billy looks away, before he can get lost Harrington's stupid big brown eyes.

"Still better than the Harrington's annual New Year's function." Harrington sits next to him on the car, his knee bumping against Billy's.

"Why are you here?" Billy huffs, staring into the dead of the night. He wants to tell him to piss off, too, but he can't. His pulse is thundering in his ears and he's pretty sure it's got nothing to do with the coke.

"I don't know," Harrington admits. "Maybe I'm... alone."

Billy gets that. He's been alone ever since she walked out of the door.

Harrington laughs and it's a bitter parody of what it should sound like. "I don't know, it's stupid."

"It's not." Billy makes the mistake to turn towards him. Steve is so close. Steve is so warm. "Not at all."

He feels like Steve just offered him a piece of himself and he should give something back, but all he's got to offer is worthless.

"You should stay away," he says, heart in his throat. "I'm a monster."

Steve shakes his head. A curl tickles Billy's skin.

"I've seen monsters and you're not one of them," Steve whispers. His breath is ghosting over Billy's mouth.

Billy shakes, letting go of the breath he didn't know he held. He leans forward, presses his lips against Steve's.

There are fireworks illuminating the sky, pink, gold and blue chasing the darkness away.

Steve kisses back. Billy's lips tingle.

It's the first day of 1986.

Billy is alive. For the first time in months, maybe years.