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Okay so I’m loving your smut headcannons and at the bottom of Sam’s you talked about the idea of both Sam and Sebastian fing the farmer. If you’re comfortable w it I would LOVE to know what you have to write about it. Lots of love♥️♥️
Sam's fantasy (Sam x Sebastian x afab!farmer)
Note: This is based on my Sam smut headcanons. You don't necessarily have to read those, but they will give you some context, because I'm basing these headcanons on those
TW: 18+ MDNI, smut, threesome, masturbation, everyone is giving and receiving oral, creampie
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As I mentioned in my previous headcanons, Sam is very much open to try almost anything and threesomes aren't an exception. He'd prefer it to be with someone he trusts though and that someone would be Sebastian in this case. It has been a fantasy of Sam's for a while anyways
It's not that he's super attracted to his best friend, but it has definitely crossed his mind a couple times. He has even thought about it while jerking off. Just imagining the sight of you sucking him off while Sebby is fucking you from behind or beneath you
Sam is a bit hesitant about bringing it up though, because he doesn't want you to get jealous or anything, but you wouldn't be reading this if you'd mind a threesome with these two so yea. The fast speed and eagerness you agree with to it, makes him low-key hard
You two decide that it would be the best to have Sam bring it up to Sebastian alone. You're close to him, yes, but you don't want to run into the risk of putting him on the spot or pressuring him if you have too many people there
Once you guys agree on a day, time and place (which is obviously your farm) you and Sam try your best to set the mood a bit. Some scented candles are bathing the living- and bedroom in a nice orange light and depending on the weather you light the fire place as well. Sam suggests to have some music running in the background, but you can't agree on which songs to put on so you just leave it as it is
When Sebastian finally knocks at the door and you guys let him in it's awkward to say the least. He's just standing around with his hands shoves in the pocket of his hoodie, you're sitting rather stiff on the couch and Sam is trying to figure out how to ease the tension a bit. "Does anyone want a drink or...should we go straight at it?"
His ungraceful attempt at lighting the mood earns him a chuckle from both you and Sebby. "Straight at it? You want us to jump on each other or what?" You both poke some more fun at your boyfriend's clumsy wording and everyone quickly relaxes. After a while of just talking and hanging out you guys finally do decide to move it to the bedroom
There it starts rather awkward and slow as well, but once most of the clothes are gone and heated kisses are being exchanged, everything continues on rather smoothly. Soon you find yourself on your back with Sam's hard cock in your mouth while Sebastian is eagerly eating you out
You slightly gag on your boyfriend's dick as the first orgasm of the night washes over you. Your legs instinctively wrap around Sebastian, trapping him between your thighs. Sam lets out a low moan at the sight, almost shooting his load in your mouth, but he holds back his own climax
Everything is kinda a blissful blurr from that point on. There is either a tongue lapping at your swollen clit or a pair of fingers caressing your g-spot while you either get a cock shoved down your throat or pumping a shaft with both hands
The boys give you a small break though. A few minutes to catch your breath. As your eyes flutter open, you're being graced with the sight of Sebastian sucking Sam off and your breath catches in your throat. Your boyfriend has a fistful of black hair in his hand while his best friend is doing a damn good job at deepthroating him. It's making your pussy wetter than it has ever been before
Quickly you crawl over the bed towards Sam and place a deep, hungry kiss on his lips. He groans into your mouth as he gently rocks his hips and holding onto your body for dear life. Then you get an idea and with a mischievous grin you make your way down until you're right next to Sebastian
He's kissing and sucking the tip while you lick the shaft and your hand is fondling Sam's balls. The mix of his pre-cum and Sebastian's saliva tastes heavenly and you can feel something wet run down your inner thighs
But then suddenly Sam sits up and brushes blonde hair strands out of his face. Pearls of sweat are running down his reddened face and his chest is lifting and falling heavily as he pants. "Fucking hell..."
Sebastian quickly takes his place, making himself comfortable with his head on the pillow. His arm is placed under his head and with his free hand, he takes you gently by your cheek and guides you down. Of course you're more than eager to get another taste of him. While your tongue slowly drags along his shaft, from his balls up to his tip, you feel a shift of weight behind you on the mattress
Before you can look over your shoulder to see what's going on, you feel a familiar pressure on your cunt and you automatically lift up your ass higher. As Sam slowly slides in his heavy cock, you take in Sebastian's entire length. You try to bob your head to the speed of the Blonde's hips, but it's so difficult to stay focused while he hits all the good spots
Sebastian's hand gently strokes your head and he tries his best to keep your hair out of your face while Sam is fucking you straight to cloud 9. You feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach and you grab a fistful of the bed sheets while your other hand is looking for support on Sebby's thigh
Your legs shake as you reach yet another climax and you fall slightly forward until you feel the tip of Sebastian's dick hitting the back of your throat. He throws his head back with a moan as he cums into your mouth. The warm liquid tastes a bit salty and sweet at the same time and there is so much of it that it runs down your chin
Shortly after that you feel Sam's cock twitch inside your cunt and his fingers dig into your hips as he fills you up completely. Cum is dripping out of you from all sides and your muscles ache as you fall flat onto the bed. The air is filled with gasps and the smell of sex
"That was...I don't even know, man." You and Sebastian let out a breathless giggle at his words and for the longest time you all are just calming down and catching your breath
"So does anyone want drinks now?" "Sure." "I'll just get cleaned up first."
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𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇
[4: guess i have a type]
tlou m.list | series m.list
spiderman!ellie x reader
synopsis: you begin to recognize some similarities between ellie and good ol’ spidey… guess you have a type, huh?
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Beep, beep, beep!!
You wake up with a grumble, last nights— er, this morning’s activities had done a number on you.. you weren’t used to so much excitement.
“What time is it?” you mumble against your pillow as you fumble for your phone, the bright light guiding your hand under the sheets, “Gotta call Gwen later.. let’s see.. FUCK!”
You scramble outta bed, tossing the blankets off you and your cat as well, who hissed at you very angrily for disturbing his fourth nap of the morning.
“S-Sorry,” you say to your cat as you scramble to the restroom, quickly brushing your teeth and rushing through your skincare routine. You decided to forgo the makeup today and instead just apply some light mascara and fix your brows up, maybe add some concealer.. and blush.. and maybe just a litt—, “No time!” you scold yourself.
You set your makeup bag down and run for the closet, rummaging around for .. “Ah, there it is!”
You snap the cheap metal buttons of your uniform together, the yellow polo with a red collar and pocket hugging your torso quite nicely, well, as nicely as a 30 year old uniform could, then you slid on the matching red skirt, your tights for extra warmth, shoes, and you can’t forget your name tag that read ‘Mary Jane.’
You quickly feed your cat some snacks, apologizing over and over as he ate and then made your way out. As you ran down the stairs, you pulled your trench coat on tight around you, hiding any part of your uniform.. you weren’t embarrassed about working at a diner but you knew your so-called friends, coworkers, and classmates wouldn’t be so understanding.. after all, you are from a well off family, so it would look funny.. besides, you don’t need anymore rumours going around about you.
As you’re about to round a corner, you bump into an all too familiar someone.
“Woah, slow down,” Ellie chuckled, her hands on your waist to stop you from toppling over.
“O-Oh, morning, Ellie..” you blushed, the memories of last night still fresh, you pulled the coat even tighter, you sure as hell did not want her to see you in this dorky uniform.
“Where you off to? You seem to be in a rush,” she commented, her eyes lingering on your form but before you could answer, your bus was pulling up.
“Sorry, Ellie, uh, chat later? I really gotta go!”
Ellie knew exactly where you were off to, she had stopped by that diner the other day to check out the schedule.. they should really get a better security system, she thought.
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“I know, I know! I’m sorry Darlene, I had a late nig—.”
“I don’t wanna hear it, Missy! Just get out there and start taking orders, okay?”
You nod, thankful she didn’t give you another lecture. You liked Darlene, she was like a really cool mom.. who smoked a lot.. and drank a lot.. but she let you keep all your tips so she wasn’t so bad, you gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Thanks, Ma.”
Darlene was like a mom to everyone in the diner, she treated everyone like they were one of her own, it was nice being apart of a ‘family.’
Your morning was full of truckers asking for refills on coffee, business men asking for the paper, ladies of the night coming in after a wild night, and.. Ellie?
“Morning” she smiled at your coworker as she seated her, that goofy lopsided smile made your heart flutter a bit.. actually, you couldn’t tell if it was her smile that was making your heart flutter or if it was the idea of being found out.
You had to hold back a gasp as you dove behind the counter, praying she didn’t see you and as you crawled your way into the kitchen, so close to freedom.. Darlene rounded the corner..
“The hell..? What are you doing down there?” she prodded you with her foot.
You put a finger to your lips and gestured for her to come lean down, she reluctantly did so, grumbling about her knees, “Darlene, can I please, please, please go on my 15 minute break? A girl I lik— uh, know is here..”
“Your break now? You can’t take that until.. another hour!” She pulled you up by your collar, like a mama cat carrying it’s kitten by the scruff.
“Please!”
“No, no way.”
“What if I said I’ve taken up smoking, huh? Then you LEGALLY have to let me take a break.”
“You? You take up smoking?” she scoffed, “Nice try princess, get out there, now.”
You whimpered and straightened your apron as she shoved you out of the kitchen, when Darlene said now, she meant yesterday.
Before the door could swing shut, Darlene poked her head out, “Oh, and we’re changing your section.. you’re now serving tables 11-17.” you could feel the shit eating grin’s aura as she laughed her way back into the kitchen.
God fucking damn it.
“Morning..” you mumbled as you pulled out your notepad, “What can I get you.. Ellie?”
Ellie’s eyes lit up as she laid them on you, “Hey, uh, Mary Jane?”
You rolled your eyes, “What do you want?”
“Hey, hey, slow down! Hm.. what can you recommend MJ?”
“The waffles here are pretty good.”
“I’ll have that then, oh, and coffee, too. Five cream and five sugar.”
You laugh, “Are you serious?”
She stared at you with a deadpan look, “Yeah?”
“Oh my god.. you are.. Ellie, that’s, like, a lot of sugar.. literally diabetes in a cup.”
“I don’t like the taste of coffee.. tastes like burnt shit.”
You scoff, “Then why do you drink it?”
“Keeps me up.”
“You don’t need the caffeine, just take the five sugar packets and you’ll probably still run the same since you’re already drinking sugar with a side of coffee.”
“Shut up, just get me my coffee,” she mumbled.
When you had served Ellie her food and coffee, you expected her to leave right after like every other customer ever but no.. like always, Ellie had to differentiate herself from the crowd. She did leave the diner but she waited in her truck outside. So, when Darlene said you could leave and head to school, Ellie was outside waiting for you.
“Don’t wanna keep lover girl waiting, do ya?” Darlene had said when you clocked out.
The blush from her comment still on your face as you walked to Ellie’s truck and knocked on the window, “Hey, what’re you still doing here?”
Ellie straightened up, “Uh, thought you might like a ride..?”
“You didn’t have to, Ellie.”
“Wanted to do something nice for you,” how could she be so effortlessly sweet.
You nodded and hopped in, her truck was an older model, a chevy. It was nice, inside smelled like pine and cologne..
Do her and spidey share the same cologne?
Now that you think about it, they have a lot of similarities… they’re both nerds, smell like pine, tobacco, and that cologne, same height, and the same music taste.. weird.
Could Ellie be.. Spidey?
You almost let out a laugh at the thought. There’s no universe in which Ellie is Spider-Man. For one, she’s too shy compared to the flirty masked man, two, she’s never been able to hold a conversation with you without turning it back to tutoring.. and three, she’s a girl.. not a man.
Guess I have a type.
“To school or..?”
“Uh, school.. can you drop me off at the cafe across the street? I wanna change before class..” you say, a little embarrassed.
Ellie doesn’t say anything, she just nods as she pulls into the cafe parking lot.
You huff, “Hey, Ellie? Um.. can.. can you not tell anyone? It’s not that I’m embarrassed but y’know.. kids at our school can be mean when it comes to class and..”
Ellie nods, “Don’t I know it?”
You feel a pang of guilt as she says that, you knew Ellie wasn’t as well off as your family was.. in the first two years of college, she was belittled because of it. You didn’t participate in it, of course, but you wish you hadn’t just stood by and turned the other way, “Sorry..”
“I-It’s fine, fuck, sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.. but.. can I ask you a question?”
You nod, “Sure.”
“Why are you working there? You also model.. it can’t be to make extra cash, right? I mean your family is rich and—.”
You interrupt her, “I.. I know. My family’s rich and whatever but come on, there’s no way that my family, a family of politicians would ever want me to be a doctor. To them, being a doctor isn’t anywhere as good as being senator.. or governor..” you scoff.
“Fuck, sorrry..”
“Mhm.. so when I told my father that I wanted to be a doctor, he told me that I’d have to do it on my own since he didn’t see it as an ‘investment,” you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, “So that’s why I work two jobs and apply for all those scholarships..”
“I had no idea, Y/n.. that’s really something.”
You smile at her.
“Can I ask you one more thing?”
“Of course.”
“Why the fuck does your name tag say ‘Mary Jan’,” she pointed at your name tag, the perplexed expression on her face eliciting a laugh out of you.
“Oh, that.. well, Darlene, er, my shift manager gave it to me like that. I guess Mary Jane was a waitress who worked there before me, she was a aspiring actor, apparently, she’s on broadway now.. so, I decided to keep it, hoping that her luck might rub off on me,” you giggled, “That and when I first started modelling, I had this creep stalker so I took on the name Mary Jane in hopes that it’d shake him off.”
Ellie laughs, “Makes sense.”
You nod and grab your duffel to head inside, “I’ll be right back.”
Inside the cafe’s restroom, you bury your face into your palms.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t believe she saw me in this dorky uniform! I must look like a hotdog!
After putting on your normal clothes, you touched up your makeup and hair and made your way back out.
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You ended up studying in the library late into the night. You had to pass this test coming up and you didn’t feel like seeing Ellie again. As much as you liked her, you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated that she wasn’t affected by that night’s events… had she felt nothing?
You were too entranced in your thinking to realize that someone had sat right next to you at the bus stop.
“Hey, got a light?”
You rolled your eyes, prepared to fight off another disgusting man, “I don’t so why don’t you just—!” Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes laid on the red and blue figure in front of you, “Fuck, sorry.. didn’t know it was you..”
Spidey laughed into his fist as he nudged you with his shoulder, “Why are you out here so late?”
“Ugh, I have this test in chem coming up so I had to study.”
“Really? Why didn’t you tell—.”
“What was that?”
“Uh.. why.. why didn’t you tell your teacher?”
You cocked your head to the side, “What?”
“Nothing!”
You chuckled, “Y’know, you remind me a lot of this girl I know. “
“R-Really?”
“Yeah, haha, you two are way too similar, so similar that I found myself wondering if you were the same person, “you giggled.
Ellie’s should left her body.
“Whaaaatttt, that’s crazyyyyy.”
You giggle, “I know, there’s no way you two are the same person.. I mean she’s way too awkward,” ouch, “she doesn’t look all that athletic,” damage: -20, “she also can’t really flirt,” i totally can.. just not without the mask, “Also, you’re a man and she’s a girl..” damn.
Spidey’ sighed, “Yeah.. I don’t know.. she sounds cool!”
You nod, a soft smile gracing your lips, “Yeah.. she’s ‘cool.’”
“Do you.. do you like her?”
You blush, “I don’t know.. maybe? Like, I like her, hell, we even made out but.. turns out that I was the only one affected by it.. she doesn’t even seem all that bothered or anything.. I don’t know, maybe I just played myself? I’m pretty sure that if I were the last girl on earth, she would still never go out with me..” you rub your eyes, “Argh, I don’t know.. she’s hot and cold, too hard to read.”
“Sorry..,” you hear Spidey mumble.
“At least I have you, hm? Good ol spidey, here to save the day.”
He looks at you, you wish you could peel his mask back to see what kind of face he was making, without thinking, your fingers lift up to his face. He notices and within the blink of an eye, he’s gone..
ELLIE’S POV:
“F-Fuck,” Ellie whispered, her hand on her chest to steady her breathing as she peaked around the ledge of a rooftop at you, still sitting and waiting for the buss, “That was too damn close, Ellie, what the fuck were you thinking? Shouldn’t be letting her get that close..”
Ellie felt guilty as she watched you all alone, you must be feeling pretty shitty right now, huh? I mean, not only has Ellie left you high and dry… but now, so has spidey..
Ellie lowered herself onto the ground, even though she left you down there all by yourself, she wasn’t gonna leave you vulnerable in New York City at night.. so might as well get comfy while we wait for your bus, right?
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Parenting | Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader | Arcane ¤
Reader is nicknamed Spark! (I think is pretty gn).
Warnings: PLATONIC - Mentions of trauma - Reader cries - Jayce gets called mom - SFW - Reader is a kid so their speech is not developed - OFF CANON EVENTS -
Now Jayce did think this was not going to be easy.
But how do you explain a kid that no, their parents are not fighting and no, Dad is not leaving forever.
He has no idea.
It started well, just an evening at his house with you and Viktor. Just seeing how all of this would work, and it was going well. Jayce had let you take his bed till they figured something about it. Made dinner and gave you some toys (blue ot course) to play with.
Now, they were not living together yet. It was something that was going to happen eventually but work was always first and honestly? They were used to just stay at each other places. It was like having two homes.
Home is were the peopel you love are.
But now, you are here. And after a long play session Viktor said how he needed to go back home to read some notes for tomorrow's work and also get some clean clothes.
When Jayce asked him to stay since it was too late Viktor just scoffed and told him it was fine. Nothing would happen.
Yes, his tone was a bit cold but he was tired, Jayce did not take it at heart but you....
"Dad...leaving?" You asked in your hand a odd plush Jayce had decided to get you.
"Yes, i need to go home" Viktor have said without thinking much.
Then he hear it, the slow but raising cries.
"Nono! Dad not leave" You said going to him and hugging his leg. "Mom need dad!"
Viktor felt his world go upside down, he had seen kids cries but never once he had a situation like this one.
"Now now Spark, Dad is not leaving forever" Jayce said taking you to put you at eye level with Viktor ending in you hugging now Viktor's neck.
"He is going to go and get something, you will see him again tomorrow" Jayce tried to explain pulling you away from Viktor but you just hugged him more.
"NO!! Dad stay" its was a scream now and a demand. You were looking at Viktor like he was your world.
"I cant little Spark" Viktor said softly pulling you away but taking you from Jayce arms. "Dad needs to get work done"
"N-no!! I will be good, i dont bother. Im good" you said between sobs. That was an indicator that something had happened in your past for you to react this way and it made Viktor's soul shatter.
"Listen, how about we play some more and then sleep?" He tried this time
"You stay?" You asked and Viktor looked at Jayce for help who was very much lost in all of this.
"I will stay, I promise" Viktor agreed kissing your head.
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Once you were finally asleep Viktor and Jayce let themselfs fall on the livingroom, both mentally tired.
"I told you this was not going to be easy" Viktor said checking the hour then letting out a displeased sound "And now is too dam late"
"Hey, we can pass for your notes tomorrow morning" Jayce tried to calm down his boyfriend. "Besides this may be a sign" He added getting a look from Viktor.
"I mean-" Jayce started blushing "We did say we were going to move together and now with our little Spark..." Jayce said getting quiet when Viktor did not respond
"Well, I believe its true. And now we know how big the place needs to be" Viktor finally said. "We need four rooms, one for us, one for (Y/N), one for our lab at home and one for...storage" Viktor counted with his fingers then looked at Jayce. "Maybe keep one of hour homes too, since we do have lots ot things, and i would prefer to get dangerous things away from (Y/N)"
"So....yeah thats seems to be right" Jayce said thinking "It will cost...a lot" he added getting a nod from Viktor.
"Yes it will, but its not like we are short on it" He added
"Then its decided! I will start to look tomorrow right away, do you think we should get a garden? Or backyard? Would Spark like it?" Jayce asked more and more ecxited and imagining you running around.
"Just...lets start looking at a four room house, we will see about details" Viktor finally said calming Jayce down.
"Mom? Dad?" A sleepy you appeared making them look in worry
"Nightmare?" Jayce asked getting up as you nodded
"Come here little Spark, lets get you back to bed, mom will read you a story"
"Can Dad come too?" You asked looking at Viktor who despite being tired as hell got up with his cane.
"Of course, how does Introduction to Physics sound?" Viktor joked as you quickly moved your head saying no.
"No! I hate that one"
"A shame, its fine literature" Viktor responded getting a laught from Jayce.
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Hello there can i request a fic? I saw that you write for AAA. So I’ve been so obsessed with this idea for a while now, so you know how lesbians cannot physically make babies right? BUT it’s sorta possible with magic. Married Agatha x reader making a baby together basically having sex where you like cast a fertility spell or something I don’t know it’s just something that’s been on my mind lately.
OH..my god… you’re a genius. So umm this is kinda crazy but you—asked and I shall deliver. But before you read this though, I’m not sure how a fertility spell exactly works, like I kind of did my research but decided to create my own version I guess? It’s not very detailed but I don’t know yeah anyway hope you like this!
wc: 2k
You sat on the edge of the bed, nervously fiddling with the hem of your nightgown as you watched Agatha light the candles in a precise circle on your bedroom floor. Her long black silky robe draped loosely over her frame, and she had her hair pulled back in a messy bun, an ancient-looking book cradled in her hands.
"Hey hon, you alright?" she asked softly, glancing up at you with her piercing blue eyes.
You managed a weak smile in response. "Yeah, it's just...you sure this crazy spell is actually gonna work?" you replied, trying to keep the skepticism out of your voice. You trusted your wife completely, but the idea of using magic to conceive a child still seemed far-fetched to you.
She closed the book and set it aside, then moved towards you with a reassuring smile. She stood hovering before you, gently lifting your chin with her slender fingers.
"It will, I promise. We've researched this extensively, remember? Our love is strong enough," she whispered, her warm breath tickling your skin. A shiver ran through you at her touch.
After a long moment, she released your face and turned back to the circle of flickering candles, picking up where she left off with the complex incantations. You watched in awe as the final candle flared to life, casting an ethereal glow over the room. Being in the presence of Agatha's raw power never failed to leave you awestruck.
She took your hand and guided you to join her inside the circle. As you faced each other, the ancient words of the spell flowing from her lips, you felt a spark of hope ignite in your heart. If anyone could make this work, it was your brilliant, beautiful witch of a wife. You squeezed her hand and sent her a smile full of love and support, ready to begin this with her by your side.
You watched her sit down in the middle of the intricate circle you had drawn on the cold stone floor, ancient Latin words spilling from your lips as you chanted. The air grew thick with anticipation. Her eyes locked with yours as she raised a ceremonial dagger, the blade glinting in the flickering candlelight.
With a graceful motion, she pressed the tip against her palm, drawing a thin line of crimson. She held out her hand, offering you the knife. Heart pounding, you took it and mimicked her actions, feeling the sting as the metal broke your skin.
Your bloodied hands clasped together, fingers intertwining. The voices of your ancestors seemed to swell, echoing off the chamber walls as you reached the crescendo of the incantation. One final step remained— the sacred union that would seal your pact.
Agatha leaned in, her long fingers tracing your trembling lips. You locked eyes, letting her in and savoring the coppery taste of blood as a soft groan escaped your throat. Suddenly, she claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, and you felt the power surge between you, crackling in the air.
Her strong hands gripped your waist, pulling you down onto her lap. Time seemed to slow as your bodies pressed together, the heat building between you with every touch.
Your heart thundered in your chest as you pulled Agatha close, your lips crashing together with an urgent need. Her body seemed to melt against yours, fitting perfectly as if you were two pieces of a puzzle finally united. Your tongues danced and intertwined in a passionate dance, the kiss deepening growing more intense and desperate with every shared breath.
Your hand quivered as you guided hers lower, between your thighs, craving her intimate caress. Her skilled fingers found your sensitive bud, stroking it with exquisite precision, alternating between teasing circles and firm pressure.
"Oh god, Agatha..." you moaned softly, your voice trembling with desire as you arched into her touch. Waves of pleasure coursed through you, making you gasp into her mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily against her hand.
You stared up at her with lust-filled eyes, completely captivated by her beauty and the intensity of the moment. She captured your lips in another passionate kiss, her tongue exploring yours with fervent desire. Your breath grew ragged, your body burning with an insatiable need as her free hand found your breast, kneading it gently, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.
"Please..." you whimpered needfully, writhing above her, lost in the haze of lust clouding your mind. The ache for her touch consumed you entirely, your libido felt ten times stronger than ever in this very moment, leaving you shaking with want. Your core throbbing with an aching emptiness, desperate to be filled by her touch, to feel her inside you, completing you.
Another moan escaped you, soft and needy as her fingers continued their tortuous teasing of your sensitive clit. Your kisses grew more sloppy and desperate, the room around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of pure, unbridled passion.
Breaking away to catch your breath, you rested your forehead against hers, your arms draped over her shoulders. Your chest heaved with each jagged breath, your skin flushed glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Agatha's other hand remained firmly on your lower back, fingers splayed supporting you as you rocked your hips, riding her skilled fingers with increasing urgency.
Your hand moved up from the back of her neck to tangle in her silky hair once more, gripping the strands as pleasure coursed through you like electricity. The thin strap of your gown slipped down your shoulder, exposing more of your flushed skin to her touch. Her lips immediately found the newly revealed flesh, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.
Craving more, you dragged her head back and claimed her lips once again in a deep kiss, tongue delving into her mouth, exploring and tasting. Breaking away, you pushed down the front of her robe with trembling hands, exposing her flushed skin to your hungry gaze. She did the same to you, her eyes dark with desire, and you eagerly lifted your arms up so she could yank your gown off completely, leaving you naked and vulnerable before her.
Your lips met again in a clash of passion as she dipped you back sitting up on her knees, her arm securely wrapped around your waist. You helped her tug her robe down further, both of you desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. As your breasts pressed together, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations coursing through your bodies.
Your kisses resumed as Agatha pulled you closer, flush against her body, heat flaring like fire between you. Her arm remained cocooned around your waist kept you steady even as the room spun with the force of her desire. Candles flared brightly, magic swirling around you in a sensual dance as your hips met in a perfect rhythm of your making.
You felt her pleasure ripple through you, intimately bound to yours in a way that defied description. The connection between you was so intense, it was as if your very souls were merging. "Agatha," you breathed her name like a sacred prayer, as you leaned back, supporting your weight with your hands on the floor hands behind you.
Her soft gasp at your touch set every nerve alight, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. She pulled you closer still, your bodies pressed together so tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Your lips ghosted over hers, barely touching yet intoxicating in their closeness. You drank in the heady mix of joy and desire in her gaze, feeling it mirror your own overwhelming emotions.
Tears glistened in her eyes, caught in the flickering candlelight just right, the sight of her vulnerability, so raw and beautiful, made your heart swell with an indescribable tenderness. With a groan of desperate need, you captured her mouth with fervor, losing yourself in her sweetness. You poured everything you were feeling into the kiss—your love, your passion, your hopes and dreams for the future you were creating together.
She responded instantly, matching your intensity with her own. A moan of pleasure escaped into your parted mouth, this felt unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. Your bodies were in perfect sync, as if guided by some primal, instinctual force. Every touch, every caress sent heavy waves of sparks coursing through your veins.
"Oh god! fuck... I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. Agatha's hand found your face, cradling it tenderly as she pressed her head against yours.
"De ultimo produc—" she began, her voice husky with desire, but the words died on her lips unable to finish the sentence as a breathy moan escaped her. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on yours, dark with passion and something more—a hint of the magical energy swirling through the air.
The tension in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an otherworldly electricity. A warm sensation blossomed in your chest, spreading outward like lava through your veins. The heat of your exchange transported you to another plane of existence, your head spinning as you struggled to catch your breath. With a deliberate, sensual roll of your hips, an all-consuming tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you.
You both moaned simultaneously, the candles surrounding you flared brightly, their flames almost reaching towards the ceiling as if responding to your shared climax. The orgasm that ripped through you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before—so intense that your entire body quaked with the force of it, radiating from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes.
Agatha collapsed against you, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Her hot, ragged breaths tickled your skin, as your arms instinctively wrapped around her, holding her close while your nails dug into the soft flesh of her back.
Suddenly, a sharp loud gasp tore from your throat followed by a whimper as you felt something shift within you— a powerful surge of energy, unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. It was as if you'd been pulled into another dimension, one where the boundaries between your body and the universe itself had dissolved. As the moment quickly faded, you found yourself being gently pulled back to reality by the soothing sound of your wife’s voice. You shivered, when her hand traced a comforting path along your shoulder, grounding you in the present.
"You okay, my love?" she murmured, her tone laced with concern and tenderness.
Still panting softly, you nodded and pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. The look in her eyes was one of wonder and love so profound it took your breath away.
She reached up, tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear with infinite gentleness. "Did you feel it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, strained with a mixture of hope and awe.
You swallowed hard, still a bit dazed by the intensity of what had just transpired. Your brows furrowed slightly as you processed the question, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yes..." you breathed, the single word carrying the weight of a thousand emotions.
A breathy laugh escaped Agatha, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy. Her hands came up to cup your face, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as she shook her head in disbelief. "It worked..." she whispered, her voice filled with wonder and elation.
A soft chuckle bubbled up from your chest as you pulled her close once more, overcome with love and happiness. Your foreheads rested together, and Agatha nuzzled her nose against yours in a tender eskimo kiss. For a long moment, you simply sat there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking and the miracle you had just created together. In this moment surrounded by the warm glow of the candles, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt more complete than you ever had before.. you closed your eyes and savored the perfect, magical moment, knowing that there was no turning back—you were bound together now, irrevocably tied by blood and passion.
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Whispers of Beauty
summary: you find your way again after a horrible breakup with the help of poetry and Hyunjin.
pairing: Hyunjin x fab!reader
genre: strangers to lovers au (slow burn), angst, fluff, smut-18+ MDNI
word count: 6.8k
warnings: time jumps, nipple play, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple orgasms, cum tasting, finger sucking
notes: reminiscing of hyunjin as always. this will also probably be it until i finish the series i'm working on lol. the poems used in this fic are Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal by Tennyson and She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron if you'd like to read them in full!
if you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡
dividers by @saradika-graphics
please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost my work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
It was another busy day at the cafe, people coming in to order their usuals as they made their way to work, school, or elsewhere. You lose yourself in the art of making their drinks, the familiar task giving you a sense of comfort.
You definitely needed comfort after a recent breakup, the wounds so fresh, you could still feel your heart rip in two at just the thought. You were in need of some healing and your friend, Ember, knew just the activity that will help.
Every Friday, the cafe you worked at hosted poetry night where others can spend their evenings sharing their original works or reciting works of some of poetry’s greatest authors.
You loved poetry, loved getting lost in the words of those who walked this earth centuries before you. The works always incited emotion, your eyes welling up in tears, or scowling in anger at the passion of the writers.
You also loved listening to others, as they poured their heart out through words, weaving their stories through happy narratives or euphemisms.
While you were dating your ex, your passion for poetry dimmed, finding no comfort from the words on the page as your love for the stories was berated and considered worthless.
You sat aside your poems in exchange for the thought of love, burying the feeling of hopelessness deep within your heart.
Now that you were free, you started engaging in poetry reading again, getting lost in the words once more, your smile returning as you found some comfort from them. Ember suggested you start going to poetry nights, so you could get out of the house, meet new people, and of course engage in your ultimate love.
At first, you weren’t keen on the idea, having not gone to an event like this in years, but overtime you changed your mind, deciding it was exactly what you needed.
So you busied yourself in your work, counting down the hours until the end of your shift and when you could take a seat and enjoy the entertainment of the night.
Time passed, people came, drinks were made. Before you knew it, you were clocking out, taking off your apron and setting it on your hook. You fixed your outfit in the bathroom, then went in search of your friend, hoping she had already arrived.
You smiled as you spotted Ember, sitting on a couch in the corner. You walked over to her, embracing in a hug before sitting down with a sigh, happy with the relief of getting off your aching legs.
“I’m so excited you agreed to do this!” Ember exclaimed, pulling you close so she could hug you.
“Same, it’s been too long,” you replied, wrapping your arms around your friend.
She playfully ruffled your hair, laughing as you protested. “Seems like it’ll be a good turn out.”
You scanned the room, noticing that the tables and couches were filling in, friends, couples, and singles alike settling in for a good night.
“Yeah, the turn-out is usually good,” you replied.
You listened to the chatter, your mind wandering elsewhere in the cozy atmosphere. You’re not sure how much time passed as you stared into space, your mind running nonstop.
“Y/n! It’s about to start!” Ember said as she elbowed you in the side.
You shook your head to come back to the present. The lights were dim, a small spotlight shining on a spot in the center of the room. You assumed this would be where those who wanted to share their thoughts would sit, as there was a small wooden stool present, along with a microphone.
The crowd quieted, their attention focused on your boss who walked to the mic. She tapped on the head before clearing her throat.
“Welcome to poetry night! Tonight we will listen to some talented people recite some of literature’s greatest works. So sit back and let the words flow through your soul.”
You clapped as she left the makeshift stage, the first performer taking their place. You listened to poem after poem, your mind opening up and your heart beating at the promise of the words that were flowing through the small space.
Before you knew it, the night was almost over, the event coming to a close. You clapped as the last performer took to the stage, your eyes widening at the sight of him.
He was dressed in a black sweater and jeans, the fit loose on his slim body. His brown hair framed his face perfectly, the strands hanging down to his neck. His eyes were a beautiful shade of chocolate brown and seemed to shine with the spotlight that shone from above. His lips were large and plush and a pretty shade of pink that had you blushing.
He sat on the stool and pulled the mic closer and adjusted it. He cleared his throat as he looked out into the audience, his eyes roaming those gathered as if he was summoning their attention.
The extra step was moot however as everyone’s eyes were trained on him, awaiting the beautiful words that would fall from his lips.
You watched with bated breath as he opened his mouth and began to speak:
“Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font. The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.”
As the man spoke, you felt like you were transported to another time, as a princess professes her love for the prince. The words that he spoke were smooth like velvet, yet full of emotion.
His eyes gazed upon the crowd, his eyes catching person after person as he recited the poem, making sure to captivate the audience. Eventually, his eyes made it to you and remained there as he continued to speak.
You couldn’t help but watch his lips as they opened and closed, as he continued his prose. You could feel your face heat up, as you dragged your eyes to his, holding his strong gaze.
He finished in a beat, the crowd erupting in cheers as he stood up and bowed slightly, before returning to his seat. He wasn’t sitting far from you as he was only a few tables away, his back turned toward you.
As the night went on, you couldn’t help but stare at the man, your mind still reeling after that performance. You wondered who he was as you haven’t seen him around the cafe. Ember tapped you on the thigh, causing you to turn and look at her.
You rolled your eyes as she wriggled her eyebrows at noticing how you were staring at the mystery man.
Once the lights came back up, people milled around chatting, discussing the choices of the night. You noticed a crowd of people surrounding the mystery man, mainly women gushing at how well he did.
“I’ll be right back,” you told Ember, who was speaking with some random person that was sitting next to you.
“Sure thing babe,” she replied, a sly smile forming on her face.
You walked over toward the man, determined to speak to him before the night ended. You definitely wanted to compliment him on his choice of work as Tennyson was one of your favorite authors.
You waited patiently as the flock of groupies gushed to him about irrelevant things, probably trying to see who could get his number first. You smirked at their desperation, watching as he tried to disentangle himself from a girl who was trying to hug him.
Chuckling, you decided to help him out.
“Eh mm,” you said, raising your eyebrow at the girls who turned around to see who had interrupted them.
“Others are waiting to speak with the gentleman, just wanted to let you know.”
The girls looked at you with disdain, their eyes narrowed as they hesitated to move. When you opened your mouth to say more, they scrambled away, muttering under their breaths about how they were rudely interrupted.
Shaking your head, you approached the beautiful man and smiled.
“Hi, great job tonight. Tennyson huh?” You said, watching as the man blushed and tucked his head down.
“Thank you, uh…yeah. He’s one of my favorites.”
“Really mine too! I’m y/n,” you responded, holding your hand out to shake his hand.
His eyes lit up at your words, excitement etched on his face. “Ah! Another fan, that makes my heart sing y/n. I’m Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin reached his hand to you, wrapping his fingers around yours and giving you a firm handshake. You couldn’t help but think how soft his hands were, albeit a little sweaty.
“I’d love to chat with you more about him…or poetry in general,” you said dropping your hand.
“Of course, of course, that would be excellent!” Hyunjin said as he nodded, his hair falling into his face at the movement.
“Great, I actually work here, so maybe we can meet-up after one of my shifts?”
“Sounds perfect,” he said, fiddling with his sleeves.
You smiled at how nervous he was, thinking he was pretty cute. “I’ll see you around then,” you said with a wave of your hand.
You turned on your heels and walked away, making your way back to Ember. You couldn’t miss the sly grin she had plastered on her face.
“Well, well, well, someone’s been busy,” she teased, giving you a wink.
“No, no, I just wanted to speak with him and see if he wanted to talk more about Tennyson. Turns out that’s his favorite poet too.”
“Mmhmm, sure whatever you say babe. Did you get his name?” Ember asked.
“Hyunjin,” you said simply, a warm feeling spreading throughout your body as you said his name.
“Well, may great things be in store for you two,” Ember said, as she genuinely smiled at you.
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Weeks passed with you filling your days with work. You picked up long shifts which left you exhausted by the end of the day, causing you to tread home and immediately fall into bed out of exhaustion.
You saw Ember sporadically over the weeks on your few off days, which was a nice change of pace.
You haven’t seen Hyunjin, as he hasn’t stopped by. You pretty much gave up on the idea of the man showing up, chalking it up to that he forgot or wasn’t interested….not that he owed you anything anyway.
Despite this, a part of you hoped he would have stopped by, wanting to discuss with him his love for literature. You were fascinated with him, remembering how velvety his voice sounded as he brought centuries old words to life.
You were working the register one day, taking people’s orders, which you didn’t mind as most of your customers were regulars and really kind. However, the sight of a particular person made you gasp, your eyes widening at the sight of them.
The man sauntered over, a smirk on his face as he approached the counter.
“Well, well, hi love,” he said.
You felt bile rise-up at his words, your mind swirling with a million thoughts.
“What are you doing here?”
Your ex, Elias chucked and ran a hand through his hair.
“Can’t I just stop by for some coffee and to see my favorite girl?”
“I’m not your girl,” you sneered, your fists balling up at your side.
“Oh come on love, don’t be like that. I’ll take you back you know. Just be a good girl and be mine again.”
You were furious, heat rising to your face as your blood boiled. You could feel your hands shake, wanting to punch this man in front of you.
You were about to respond when another person stepped behind Elias, his eyes narrowed.
You looked up and recognized Hyunjin, your heart skipping at a beat at the sight of him.
“You’re holding up the line,” Hyunjin said, crossing his arms and adapting a threatening stance.
“I’m almost done,” Elias said as he continued to focus on you.
You swallowed as you saw Hyunjin’s face turn red, his fists balling up.
“Is he bothering you y/n?” Hyunjin asked you, concern in his eyes.
You merely shook your head yes, scared your voice would betray you as you were close to tears.
“Leave.”
Hyunjin spat the word out with so much venom, even you were taken aback. He seemed so sweet and innocent, but it seemed he had a tough side as well.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Elias said, looking between you two. “Good luck man she’s a piece of work.”
At that, Elias turned on his heels and walked away, walking out into the crowded sidewalk. You found yourself letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as your eyes landed on Hyunjin.
Hyunjin let out a huff and then uncrossed his arms, as he walked up to the counter. His eyes searched yours, making sure you were ok.
“Hi,” you sheepishly replied as you fiddled with your apron.
“Hi,” Hyunjin replied as he smiled, clearly happy you were ok.
“So, can I get you anything?” You asked as you smirked.
“Hmmm, I was thinking we could have that chat. Sorry I haven’t stopped by sooner, work has been busy.”
At his words, you felt your heart flutter within your chest, your excitement rising at the prospect of spending time with him. You tried to control yourself before responding, willing your heart to slow.
“I’d love that. I get off at 8.”
Hyunjin smiled, elated that you accepted his proposal. “Perfect, how about I swing by and pick you up then?”
“Sure,” you said as you tried not to bounce on your feet.
“It’s a date then. Oh, and I guess while I’m here, might as well get an iced americano!”
You chuckled and began to ring him up, a smile on your face all the while. When you selected his cup to write his name down, you drew a cute smiley face, adding little stars around the face. You smiled at him as you set the cup down.
“See you tonight y/n,” he said as he turned to walk to the pick-up area.
Your mind was reeling, your heart pounding in your chest. Hyunjin called it a date, an actual date. Is it a date? Did he just ask you out? Or was he just saying that to be cheeky?
The rest of the day, the thought was on your mind, causing you to make a few mistakes as you helped out customers. As the time for your shift to end got closer, you began to feel nervous and jittery, as you weren’t able to stand still.
Hyunjin was right on time, a huge smile on his face as he walked in looking like an absolute angel. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, not realizing you were staring until he called your name.
Apologizing profusely, you clocked out and grabbed your stuff, rushing to stand by his side.
“Where to?” You asked, looking up into his eyes.
“Well, I thought we could take a walk around the city? Chat a little and enjoy the night atmosphere?”
A walk after a long day sounded perfect.
“I love that, let’s do it!”
Hyunjin grinned and bowed, ushering you ahead. You giggled and blushed as he opened the door for you, the little bell tinkling lightly against the glass.
You stepped out into the night air, the crispness a nice welcome after being in the cafe all day. You both joined the many others making their way down the sidewalk.
“So you like poetry?” Hyunjin asked in a serious tone as he stared straight ahead.
“Mmhmm, I do. I studied English literature back in university. I don’t know, it’s just something about reading the words of those from long before you that creates such an intimate look into their life and thoughts.”
“I get it. I’ve been studying and reading poetry a few years now. It’s a comfort to me.” Hyunjin said, as he contemplated his thoughts.
“How long have you been reciting poetry?” You asked, turning to look at him.
Hyunjin paused in thought as he considered your question. “I’d probably say the last three years or so.”
You hummed in response, impressed with his dedication. You both were silent for a moment, the sound of crickets chirping through the night, their song almost melancholic.
“So…” Hyunjin began, “who uh…who was the guy that was harassing you earlier? Of course you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! I was just curious…” he continued, his voice trailing off.
You let out a heavy sigh. You deserved to give him an answer, especially since he came to your aid.
“That was my ex, Elias. We broke up a few months back. He um…I caught him with another girl in our bed…”
Your mood fell at the thought, remembering the day when you came home, exhausted from your long day at work. You were excited to see your boyfriend and have a relaxing evening…that is until you found out he wasn’t exactly excited to see you as he was between some other girl’s legs.
You recounted to Hyunjin how Elias tried to deny the affair, even though you saw the proof with your own eyes, but you didn’t give him a chance to grovel, ending the relationship that very night.
Hyunjin listened intently, his heart breaking at the fact that someone who was supposed to love you betrayed you instead. He definitely thought you deserved better as you seemed intelligent and kind and not to mention beautiful.
“I’m sorry y/n… he seems like an asshole to be honest.” He replied as he balled his hands into a fist at the thought of the sleaze bag he encountered earlier in the day.
“I recognize that now. There were definitely signs leading up to that night, but I guess I chose to ignore them.”
Hyunjin nodded, “I get it. You were blindsided by what you thought was a loving relationship.”
You hummed in agreement. You were blinded and so stupid, but Elias was in the past. You didn’t have to worry about him anymore.
“You deserve better y/n, just thought I’d mention it.”
You felt the corner of your eyes prickle with tears, threatening to spill over at any moment. Your chest felt heavy at his way of consoling you.
You did deserve better, and you believe that’s why his betrayal hurt so much. Your heart was healing, one day at a time. You could feel another stitch find its way within you at his words, Hyunjin’s company soothing. Somehow at that feeling, you knew you would be ok, and could continue to heal with the help of Hyunjin.
Your mind wandered to the man next to you. Maybe it was fate that you met him that night. If it wasn’t for your friend pushing you out of your comfort zone, you’d have never stayed to listen to others pour their heart out in prose and ultimately never met Hyunjin and his beautiful soul.
Months have passed and you are now dating Hyunjin. Each day is full of bliss as he showers you with love, making sure you feel like a queen.
He is picking you up after work and taking you to dinner as today is your birthday. You tried asking where he was going to take you, but he kept saying it’s a surprise.
You were excited to say the least at the thought of the night to come. Your shift couldn’t end soon enough, as the clock struck six, your boss letting you go early in honor of the special day.
Your face lit up at the sound of the bell, Hyunjin walking into the cafe. He looked handsome in his jeans and sweater, his hair styled neatly.
“Hi angel! Ready?” He asked, stopping at the counter.
“Yep! Let me clock out and grab my bag.”
Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you scramble around, picking up your bag and hurrying to his side.
“Now I’m ready,” you smiled, looking up at your boyfriend.
Hyunjin grinned and took your hand, his fingers lacing with yours as he brought the back of your hand to his lips for a kiss.
Even though you’ve been dating for a few months now, you still blushed at his antics, the novelty never wearing off.
“Then let’s go, angel.”
Hyunjin led you out of the cafe and outside. You looked around your surroundings, your eyes widening at every restaurant you passed, wondering if it would be the one.
However, you passed building after building, not stopping at any of them.
Hyunjin could sense your curiosity, as he gave your hand a squeeze. “We’re almost there, see?” He asked, pointing to a building in the distance.
You took notice of a brick building that seemed empty. You were confused as he guided you to the door, the corridor beyond eerie looking.
“Where are we going?” You asked as you were more than nervous at this point.
You trusted Hyunjin but a part of you was a little scared, not knowing what awaited you within the building.
“Don’t worry angel, let’s keep moving, just one more flight of stairs,” Hyunjin cooed, as you both walked up a flight of stairs.
At the top of the staircase there was a large door, the metal frame seeming unwelcoming. Hyunjin stopped in front of it and grasped the handle while looking at you with a bright smile on his face.
“Ready?” He asked.
You nodded your head and held your breath, prepared for whatever was on the other side. As he opened the door, you were greeted with a balcony overlooking the city, the skyline lit up against the night sky. There were fairy lights strung around the perimeter, casting a soft glow on the rooftop.
In the center, there was a small table, set up for two, the flicker of two candles casting shadows across the table. It was all so surreal. You couldn’t believe Hyunjin did all of this for you.
“Surprise!” Hyunjin said, dramatically wiggling his fingers.
You chuckled at his antics, all of your nervousness gone.
“It’s beautiful! I can’t believe you did this for me,” you said, your voice breaking as you looked at Hyunjin.
“Aww angel, don’t cry,” Hyunjin said as he rushed over to you.
He gently wiped the tear that had escaped while he pulled you closer to his body.
“I’d do anything for you y/n. I love you so much.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words as the feeling of butterflies fluttered within your stomach. You couldn’t believe your luck, happy that you were able to share this moment with the most perfect man.
“I love you too,” you gushed, your cheeks flushing with the statement.
Hyunjin flashed his beautiful smile before taking your hands in his once more.
“Shall we?”
“Yes please,” you softly said, letting him pull you toward the table.
You watched as he pulled your chair out, gesturing for you to sit. Once seated, he rushed to his chair and sat down. Your eyes followed his every move as he plated up dinner, the food smelling delicious as it was piled up on your plate.
He poured both of you a glass of wine and then signaled he was done. You both began to eat, the food seeming to melt on your tongue as a burst of flavors invaded your taste buds.
Hyunjin filled the evening with chatter, asking you about your day in detail. You were more than happy to discuss your day, as it was a little rough, having some difficult customers come through.
Once you were done eating, Hyunjin dished up dessert, setting down a slice of chocolate cake in front of you.
“You know me so well,” you said as you eyed the cake, your mouth watering in anticipation at eating the sweet treat.
“Of course angel, have to make sure you have your chocolate!”
You giggled and picked up your fork and cut a piece off. You moaned at the taste, your eyes closing as it melted in your mouth. You were in heaven, or close to it.
“So,” Hyunjin started as he twirled his fork around in his hand. “I am going to enter into the poetry night contest at the cafe. I think it would be something fun to do.”
Hyunjin looked at his plate, nervous in how you would respond. He wanted to share his talent with more people, and what better way to do so than through a friendly competition? The prize was also nice, one he believes would be worth winning.
“That’s a great idea baby!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands at the idea.
Hyunjin’s eyes lit up at your enthusiasm, his body relaxing further into the chair at your acceptance.
“Mind if we practice when we get home?” He asked, hope in his eyes.
“Of course, I’d love to help you,” you gushed, excited to hear which poem he chose.
“Great, let’s pack up and then we can head back.”
You nodded and began to gather your trash, helping hyunjin clean up. Once done, you both walked back to his apartment, giggling and chatting the whole way, your arms swinging back and forth between you.
“Thank you for dinner baby, I really did enjoy it,” you said, as you continued your walk.
“I’m happy you liked it angel, anything for my baby.”
You chuckled, your heart swelling at how sweet he is. You walked in silence, enjoying the quiet of the city as it was late. Within the last few blocks from Hyunjin’s apartment building, an idea popped in your head.
“Wanna race the rest of the way and see who can get there first?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Oh yes! Let’s do it,” Hyunjin said.
“Just so you know, I plan on winning,” you teased as you dropped your hand from his.
“I’d like to see you try,” Hyunjin responded while squatting, preparing to take off.
“Ok, ready? 3…2…1..go!”
You both took off down the walk, a fluster of laughter and shouts as you both raced to his building. You couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy as you felt the wind blow through your hair as you raced your boyfriend. Tonight was a perfect night indeed and would definitely be one of your favorites.
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Once inside, you both made yourself comfy, changing into your sleep clothes. You giggled as Hyunjin pulled you into bed and pressed kisses all over your face.
“I love you sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses.
“I love you too baby, that tickles!” You chuckled as he tried to pull you closer, all the while continuing to kiss you.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Happy birthday angel,” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You smiled before leaning over to kiss him on the lips, your heart swelling at the gentleness of the kiss. You both laid there for what felt like a lifetime, snuggled into each other’s embrace as you lazily kissed each other. You tugged your fingers through his hair, the soft locks gliding easily through them.
Hyunjin whimpered against your lips, as he pressed himself against you, his length hard against your thigh. You rolled your hips, grinding against him as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance.
He pulled you closer, your bodies flush against each other as his tongue danced with yours. You wrapped a leg around his waist so you could feel him better and continued to grind against him, sighing against his lips as his cock brushed against your core.
Disconnecting with a gasp, you laid there catching your breath as you stared at your lover, taking in the love mixed with lust in his eyes. Your eyes fluttered as Hyunjin lightly dragged his finger down your cheek, to your lips, his thumb catching at your bottom lip.
You moaned as he slowly pushed his finger within your mouth, your lips immediately wrapping around the digit. You lightly sucked on his finger, your tongue swirling around the digit, your eyes on his.
You smirked as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh. As you released his thumb with a pop, Hyunjin pounced on you, rolling you onto your back. He attached his lips to yours in a hurried kiss, his hands fumbling with your sleep shorts.
He dragged them down as best as he could, you aiding the process as you wiggled out of the fabric, your feet pushing them down your legs. Hyunjin pulled away briefly as he gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.
You moaned as he attached his lips back to yours, your pussy clenching as he rocked his clothed cock into your core. He lazily kissed you, his pace slowing down, his heart beating against yours. You were lost in the feel of him when you heard him murmur, his voice sultry in your ear.
“She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
You pulled away slightly, confusion plastered on your face.
“Baby…what…”
But Hyunjin just silenced you with a kiss. “Shhh my angel, I’m practicing remember?”
It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, lost in thought as his lips moved with yours, until it clicked a few seconds later. The poem. Ahh it made sense now.
At that, you relaxed further, letting out a sigh as his lips moved to your neck, sucking the skin there and licking the area to sooth it. Your fingers played with his hair, twirling the ends around the digit. As he continued to leave purple marks on your skin, he continued murmuring, his voice soft in the otherwise quiet room.
“One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace, which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o’er her face; where thoughts serenely sweet express, how pure, how dear their dwelling place.”
Once he was done reciting the next part, he trailed his lips on your chest, pressing wet kisses down the valley of your breasts. He wrapped his plush lips around your nipple, letting out little moans as he suckled the hardened nub.
“So beautiful angel,” Hyunjin murmured in between kisses as he fondled your breasts, his eyes closed in bliss as he savored your body.
His fingers trailed down your tummy, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he made his way to your core, his fingers swirling around your swollen clit. You sighed as he continued to gently play with the nub, shocks of pleasure wrecking your frame as you surrendered to his ministrations.
As he tortured your sweet flesh, his eyes snapped up to watch you writhing in pleasure. Licking his lips, he took a shaky breath before continuing on.
“And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow; but tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent.”
You opened your eyes as he finished, his voice trailing off at the end. You looked down at the love of your life between your legs, watching the veins pop out of his arms as he continued to pay attention to your clit.
You were close, the pleasure building, your chest heaving as you tried to breathe. Your hands gripped the sheets, the white fabric bunching up as you rocked your hips against his fingers.
“So sweet, so beautiful, delicate like a flower. Cum for me angel.”
You groaned at his words, your orgasm hitting you hard as he continued to gently fondle you. He grinned as you fell apart, his eyes roaming your face, taking in the look of pleasure, the scent of you as your slick made a mess of his hands.
Once you came down, Hyunjin shuffled up, parting your legs even more. At some point he had rid himself of his clothes, his hand stroking his leaking cock.
He brought his length between your folds, running his cock through your slick, before pushing into you. You both let out a moan, your arms reaching out for Hyunjin as he began to thrust into you.
“My baby,” Hyunjin cooed as he leaned down, your hands wrapping around his neck as you brought him closer to you.
Hyunjin slowly thrusted into you, taking his time, his cock dragging through your walls and hitting your sweet spot each time. You whined as he buried his face within your neck, placing sloppy kisses there, as he murmured his love for you.
You felt overwhelmed as he made love to you, the heat within your core building again. You clutched onto Hyunjin anywhere you could, his hair, his back, his waist as he brought sweet bliss upon you.
You reveled in the sound of both of you, as you breathed as one, punctuated with a low moan as he continued to rock into you. Hyunjin groaned each time your pussy made known how good he was fucking you, his hips stuttering as you squeezed around him.
“Come on angel, cum for me, be a good girl yeah?” Hyunjin moaned into your ear, his pace becoming more erratic as he got closer to his high.
You felt his cock twitch within you, your pussy clenching again and again, locking him in. You were blindsided as the coil within you snapped, your orgasm hitting you hard as you gasped, your pussy dripping with your arousal, drenching Hyunjin’s cock as he continued to fuck you through it.
Hyunjin let out a loud groan at the feel of your walls spasming around him, triggering his high, his cum spurting out within you, thoroughly coating your walls.
As you came down, you watched the man you love fall apart above you, a sight you will never get used to. He looked down at you, sweat dripping down his face, his hair disheveled as he thrusted his hips within you a few more times for good measure.
“Such beauty in your afterglow,” Hyunjin cooed as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and trailed a finger from your lips, down your chest, your breasts, your tummy, all the way down to your core.
He dragged his finger through some of the cum that was leaking around his cock that was still buried within your heat. Taking his soaked finger, he brought it to your lips, smiling as you opened and took the digit in.
You swirled your tongue around his finger, licking up the salty liquid, humming as you swallowed.
“Good girl,” Hyunjin praised as he withdrew his finger and his cock.
You whimpered at the emptiness, your arms reaching out for Hyunjin. He snuggled into your embrace, pressing sweet kisses all over your face.
“Stop baby,” you giggled, turning your head side to side.
“Nope, won’t stop angel,” Hyunjin teased as he continued his assault.
You both battled for a little while longer, the room filled with laughter as you both teased each other. Hyunjin settled down however and stared at you, almost as if he was staring into your soul.
“You know I love you right?” Hyunjin whispered, as he memorized your face for the millionth time.
“Mmhmm,” you said as you brushed your fingers through his hair. “And I love you.”
Hyunjin smiled at your confession as he leaned to press another kiss to your lips.
“Happy birthday,” he said as he rested his head on your chest.
This would be one of your best birthdays yet, filled with special moments with the man you love.
The days passed as Hyunjin prepared the competition. He was ready to win, ready to receive that prize so he could surprise you. He had a plan after all.
You helped him practice as much as possible, your nights spent at your place or his, snacks scattered around the table as Hyunjin paced the floors reciting the poem. You were sure he would win, as he improved greatly over the last few weeks.
You had to work the day of the competition, however, Hyunjin would meet you there before your shift ended.
“You got this babe,” you said to him as you left for your shift, giving him a smile as you walked out the door.
Your shift passed, your nerves getting the best of you as the time of the competition drew nearer. Ember showed up early, wanting to support your boyfriend and cheer him on.
You directed her to a table, so that way you both would have good seats for the night. It didn’t take long until Hyunjin showed up, handsomely dressed as always.
He smiled as he approached you. “Hi angel!” He gushed, his body radiating with excitement.
“Hi baby, ready?”
“Of course, gonna win this thing!”
You chuckled at his optimism. “Go sit, Ember saved us seats. I’ll be there soon.”
Hyunjin nodded and blew you a kiss before walking away, taking a seat next to your friend.
You finished your shift and clocked out, the time passing fairly quickly. You sat down next to Hyunjin and placed your hand on his giving it a squeeze. He seemed to be buzzing with enthusiasm, but deep down you knew he was nervous.
“You got this baby,” you whispered, giving his hand another squeeze.
Hyunjin smiled and relaxed, elated that you were there to cheer him on.
The event began in no time, the little cafe packed with patrons. You watched as contestant after contestant performed, their words filling the small space, and taking the listeners to a different place and time.
Before you knew it, it was Hyunjin’s turn. You and Ember cheered him on as he took his place on stage, his confidence oozing as he gazed at the crowd. You were captivated as he began to speak, the words reaching each person, telling a story of love and beauty.
Hyunjin maintained eye contact with each person, his voice raising and falling at the appropriate moments, his hands flowing in movements that helped tell the story.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him and neither could anyone else. After he recited the last line, there was silence in the cafe as everyone recovered from the journey, before a thunderous applause rang out.
You grinned as you cheered enthusiastically, watching as your boyfriend bowed before walking back to your table.
“Good job babe!” You said as you kissed his cheek, the flesh reddening at the action as all eyes were on him.
As he was the last contestant, the award ceremony began shortly after his performance. You listened as your manager thanked everyone for being there to support these talented people as cheers rang out once more.
Once she was done with logistics, the time came to announce the winner. You held your breath as she slowly unfolded a piece of paper, your hand reaching out to hold on to Hyunjin’s.
She took a moment to read what was written before a smile broke out on her face.
“And the winner is….Hwang Hyunjin!”
Cheers rang out at the announcement, but loudest of all was you. You hugged Hyunjin tightly, tears forming in your eyes at his win.
Hyunjin stood up to go claim his prize, the loud uproar not dying down until he sat down.
“You did it!” You exclaimed, grasping his hands in yours.
Hyunjin beamed, his eyes shining as he tried not to cry.
“I did it for us love.” He said as he gazed into your eyes.
You cocked your head in confusion. “For us?” You inquired.
Hyunjin nodded as he handed you the prize he’d won. “Open it.”
You took the envelope from him and opened it, eyeing two pieces of paper nestled within. It took you a moment to notice what they were.
“Plane tickets?” You looked closer. “Oh! We’re going to Paris!” You exclaimed as you began bouncing on your seat.
“Yes we are angel,” Hyunjin said as he watched you dance in your seat.
Hyunjin needed to win this trip. He wanted to take you to Paris, the city of love, to shower you in love. He also had another plan up his sleeve, one that he had to keep secret for just a little longer.
His mind wandered to the little black box tucked away in his sock drawer, a beautiful diamond nestled in the velvet within. He knew you were the love of his life from that first day he saw you, sitting in the crowd listening to him speak.
You were his muse, his love, his everything; your aura radiating whispers of beauty.
He wouldn’t want to spend his life with nobody else but you. That he was sure of.
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Faking It- Chapter Three
Summary: When you first met Namjoon you never expected he would ghost you for a month due to his own clumsiness. You also never expected him to walk into your café and ask you to be his fill in girlfriend at his cousins wedding.
Pairing: Namjoon/Reader.
Word Count: 4k
Rating: M- Mature themes
Tags: Angst, small disagreement between Y/N and Tae. Jimin is hilarious and I adore him, flirting over text, suggestive themes
Author Note: taetae my beloved! Also you cannot tell me drunk Joon wouldn't be a master flirt
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You ended up telling Taehyung what happened five days later.
You didn’t mean to keep it from him for so long but with the cafe being closed Monday and Tuesday and him being out with friends most of the weekend you hardly had time to sit down and have a conversation about it
Tae’s Teas had been pretty dead today so you decided to take your time and deep clean all the tables and chairs. Jimin and Jungkook had just gotten back from a supply run and were restocking the back and Taehyung was standing at the counter chin propped up on his hand as he stared around the cafe looking bored.
It didn’t help that all the previous snow had melted and everything was back to grey cloudy skies. Sleet was falling today, instead of blanketing the world in a beautiful white it just made everyone more miserable as they pulled their hoods over their head to ward off the slushy chill.
“So Y/N how did it go with Namjoon?” Taehyung asked eyebrow quirked as you froze in spot, rag hanging in midair.
Not that you didn’t expect him to ask, of course he would, you just were unsure how he would end up reacting.
“Uh, it went well. He and I are good now. We’ve been texting.” You respond trying to keep your voice light as you move to the other table and pull out the chairs, grabbing your broom and sweeping up all the crumbs that seem to accumulate out of nowhere.
After your date, Namjoon texted you to make sure you got home safe. From there you started to get to know each other. Questions about how your day went or what book you were currently reading were the new normal as the both of you texted almost all day every day. Namjoon said that the best way to convince everyone that you were dating was to know the little things about each other, so you were taking it slow
“What about the wedding? You told him no right?” Taehyung questioned as you let out a sigh and stopped sweeping. You placed both your hands on the broom handle as if it would be able to support your weight as you turned to look at Taehyung.
“Well, not exactly…” You mused as Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Y/N you didn’t! You didn’t agree to it?” He begged as you shot him a shy smile and he let out a groan.
“I told you not to! I told you it was a bad idea why did you say yes?” He stressed, standing upright as you made your way over to him sweeping as you went.
“He apologized for what he did. And I don’t see why I shouldn’t go.” You respond as you set the broom by the serving counter and eye Taehyung.
“Because he is a stranger. You don’t know him. Not really.” Tae argues.
“Wait till you find out the wedding is in the mountains.” You tease as his jaw opens in shock and his brown eyes are wide in surprise.
“So a stranger proposed for you to be his date for a wedding? High up in the mountains? Y/N this sounds like the start of a murder mystery book!” He warned.
“Why does it have to be him? Why can’t it be someone like Jungkook? Or Jimin? We know them. We know they are decent human beings.”
You stare at Taehyung
“Uh well, Tae because Jungkook is like a little brother to me and Jimin….”
That night was still fresh in your mind even though it had now been over a month since it had happened.
It was one hell of a day at work and Taehyung invited everyone to come back to the apartment to hang out. Jungkook already had plans with his parents but Jimin was game so the three of you piled in Taehyung’s truck and headed home.
The booze was flowing as you and Tae sat on the couch and Jimin took up residence on the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets. Even though you had a perfectly good loveseat he could sit in he chose to sit near Taehung’s feet.
It was right after Namjoon had ghosted you and you spent the night passing around a bottle and talking about how people were trash.
Eventually, Taehyung ordered food and told the two of you to stay put as he had to head down to pay the delivery driver.
You were more than happy to stay in your PJs under your blanket so you both waved as Taehyung left the living room staggering slightly.
“Should one of us go with him?” Jimin asked, eyes glassy and voice slightly slurred as you grabbed your claw clip and clipped up all your hair. All the alcohol was making you hot but the blanket was too cozy to push off.
“Nah he’s Tae he got this.” You said smiling down at Jimin.
“I’m surprised he even let Namjoon give you his number. I always thought….” he let his voice taper off and you burst out laughing.
“Jimin! You didn’t think Tae and I were a thing did you?” You cackled as Jimin flushed slightly.
“Oh, my sweet Chim he and I are childhood friends. Nothing romantic at all. You're gonna make me barf just thinking about it.” You said swaying slightly as you tried to focus on Jimin’s face.
“So I have a shot then?” He asked in a small voice sounding completely serious and you sat up straighter on the couch, eyes wide.
Jimin wouldn’t look at you, instead his glassy eyes stayed focused on your knees as his cheeks tinged even more pink than they already were.
“I think Taehyung would be very lucky to have you Jimin. Don’t worry about me I’m zero competition. Honest.” You said as you lightly patted his cheeks and you could feel how warm they were from the booze and his confession.
Right when you were about to ask more, Taehyung burst through the door with pizza in hand as you struggled to get off the couch to help.
The next morning you had woken up with a terrible headache but never forgot what Jimin said. You wanted to bring it up but you weren’t sure how, so you just left it for now but you decided to keep a closer eye on the pair.
“Ooo who are we gossiping about?” Jimin teases as he emerges from the kitchen and comes to stand by Taehyung playfully hip-checking him.
“Namjoon.” Taehyung spits as if a bad word is leaving his mouth.
“Oh yes, how is it with Mister Tall and Handsome?” Jimin asks eyes twinkling as he pushes his dark hair from his eyes.
“It’s going good he invited me to a wedding in December as his date…well as his fake girlfriend and I agreed. As you can see Taehyung is just delighted.” You say letting the sarcasm roll off your tongue as Tae shoots you a warning look and Jimin stares at you in shock.
You fill him in on the entire story and when you are done he is grinning at you.
“Wow Y/N that’s so cool. And it’s going to be a big fancy wedding. That’s so cool!” Jimin gushes as Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“You aren’t supposed to encourage it.” He groans as you giggle.
“Come on Tae I know it’s hard but our Y/N… she’s growing up. Kids these days grow up so fast.” Jimin says pretending to sniffle and cry in Taehyung’s shirt which makes Taehyung crack a smile.
“Hey! We are all the same age you know!” You remind Jimin as he stops his act as a customer finally comes in.
Taehyung falls into place taking his order and you make the drink and hand it to him and soon enough it’s empty once again.
“You know what this situation sounds like. A Young Adult Novel? Y/N! You should write a book about this you could make so much money!” Jimin proposes as you burst out laughing.
“Jimin I’m not writing a book about this!”
“Why not! A Tall stranger comes into your coffee shop and offers you his number. Then he messes it up but comes back because now you are invited to a wedding as a fake girlfriend! It’s a classic trope! Is Namjoon a vampire by chance? Or a hot dragon tamer or Fae?” He asks talking a mile a minute in excitement.
“What? Jimin what are you even talking about?” You say holding your stomach as you giggle at his antics.
“That’s what the young adults are into right now. Believe me, my sister had read all the books, and mysterious men who just happen to own dragons are super popular. Does Namjoon have a dragon by chance?” He asks totally serious as Taehyung groans next to him.
“He can hardly handle a cell phone let alone a dragon.” Tae reminds.
“I think he could handle a very small dragon. Like one that would sit in his pocket.” You say ignoring Taehyung as Jimin’s eyes light up.
“Tae you carry around that notebook for a reason! Write this down! Y/N would be the main character and Namjoon could be the handsome lead!” Jimin continues.
“I’m not being a part of this,” Taehyung responds throwing his hands up and stepping backward.
“Jimin I appreciate the support but we are not writing a book about this.” You say as Jimin sticks out his lower lip in a pout and you come over to pull him in for a sideways hug.
“You guys never like my ideas.” He pouts
“Chim the last time you had an idea it was for all of us to work without shirts because the Air Conditioning stopped working.” Taehyung reminded as you snickered into Jimin’s shoulder.
“It was a great idea! We all were sweating anyway and no one came in because it was too hot to be outside.” He argues as Taehyung can’t help but chuckle.
“Okay It’s a slow day so I’m going to head into the office I have some invoices and orders to take care of. Y/N don’t let Jimin have any more crazy ideas today hmm.” He says shooting Jimin a pointed look.
“It’s a great idea Tae! Mysterious strangers are the perfect leading man for any novel.” He states.
“That is one of the reasons I don’t want her going. The man is a stranger and going to take her to the mountains for a wedding. You don’t find that fishy?” He asks throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Tae he and I have been texting. I’ve been getting to know him. Sure I don’t know every little thing about him but I wouldn’t call him a stranger anymore.” You say shooting Taehyung a pleading stare. Why can’t he just be happy for you about all this?
“Tae I get you’re worried but Namjoon seems like an okay guy.” Jimin starts but Taehyung lets out a huff and turns on his heel to walk away. While he doesn’t slam the office door it sure feels like it when you are left alone with Jimin.
“He hates me.” You whine covering your face with your hands and groaning.
“He doesn’t hate you he’s just worried. I’m sure when you talk it out you will be fine. I can help soften him up tonight.” Jimin promises as he rubs your back.
“Tonight? Wait what’s tonight?” You ask.
“He invited Kook and I over for drinks. Kook can’t come because he has some video game thing but I promised I’d come over and bring the booze.”
“Ah.” You respond.
“Listen Y/N about the last time we had a drinking night….” He moves towards you and drops his voice low.
“I remember what I said about Taehyung and I’d very much appreciate it if you don’t tell him what we talked about. He’s my friend and my boss and I have to take it super extra slow and careful. I don’t want to lose him.” Jimin whispers as you shoot him a small smile.
“Your secret is safe with me Chim.”
When you get home Taehyung lets you shower first. You shower as quickly as possible and while you are changing in your room you can hear the shower turn on as Tae must be taking his.
The ride home was tense and you almost wished you hadn’t carpooled today as the whole ride home you stared out the window and Taehyung kept fiddling with the radio dial.
You had to talk to him. To make him understand why you were doing this you also had to know why he was so against it.
You finish blow-drying your hair and put it up in a simple ponytail. You decide to stay comfy tonight so you change out of your blue robe into sweatpants and a fitted sweater.
You hear the bathroom door open and you know your best friend well enough to know he is standing there fully clothed and styling his hair.
You crack open your door to see exactly that, Tae wearing black sweats and a fitted green sweater as he combed through his soaked locks.
“Taetae?” You call stepping out of the room to walk over to him suddenly feeling like a small child heading to your parent’s to tell them you broke something.
“Y/N.” He sighs as you don’t wait for permission, instead you scoot behind him and push the toilet lid down so you can sit atop it watching him work on styling his quick-drying hair.
The bathroom is still humid from both your showers and it makes your sweater stick to your skin as you pull the neck away and try to form words.
“We have to talk about this. I can’t stand not talking to you.” You start as Taehyung shoots you a glace and goes back to styling his hair.
“You know my stance on it. You know I think it’s a bad idea.” He says simply as he finishes with his hair and begins to apply face cream to his skin.
“I know but I want to know why. Both Jimin and Jungkook think he’s a good guy why can’t you?” You keep your voice small as Taehyung rubs the cream in taking his time around his eyes and nose.
“Because they aren’t your best friend Y/N. Because they didn’t watch how you begged and pleaded with your parents to let you come with me. They didn’t see how your eyes lit up when Namjoon gave you his number and how that light dimmed when he never texted you. I told my parents and your parents I would keep you safe and now you are going off with an acquaintance to the mountains for a wedding where you won't know anyone but him. I can’t lose you Y/N. If he turns out to be a psycho killer I can’t stand to lose you. It would break me in every way possible.” He admits not looking at you as he says those words.
You get up and come to stand behind him as you stare at both your reflections in the mirror. Taehyung has worry lines on his forehead and his shoulders are tensed up. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his back taking him in.
“Taetae you are my best friend. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t have met Namjoon if it wasn’t for you. You don’t have to like him or trust him but I do and you have to trust me.” You request as Taehyung lets out a sigh and his shoulders droop.
“If he hurts you I might have to kick his ass,” Tae grumbles as you smile against the warmth of his sweater.
“I’ll be sure to tell him.”
You both stand in silence for some time, Taehyung standing still just letting you hug him as you both enjoy the moment. You know Taehyung worries and he had to jump through hoops just to get you both to where you are today and you would never take that for granted. He is your rock, your best friend and you are grateful for everything he has done for you.
“I trust you Y/N. I don’t like it but I’ll respect it.” He finally admits, breaking the silence.
“Thank you, Tae. And thank you for looking out for me but I got this. Pinkie Promise.”
He chuckles as you once again loop pinkies and the air seems to be lighter now that the tension is gone.
You leave to let Tae finish getting ready and take out your phone to let Jimin know everything is fine with you and Taehyung. You also shoot Namjoon a text knowing full well he is out with friends tonight but wanting to tell him to have a good night. You also decide to take a cheeky selfie in the full-length mirror in your room before hitting send.
It was nothing sexy or sensual it was just you in your sweatpants and sweater with a glass of wine cheersing the camera.
Within minutes Namjoon is texting you back and he sends a selfie of his own.
He is wearing a black turtleneck and cheersing the camera with a beer. You nearly spit out your drink and set your wine glass down on your nightstand.
You can’t see his lower half but the black turtleneck clings to his frame as if it was made for him, showing off his broad chest and sculpted arms.
You swallow hard.
You zoom the picture in and swallow harder when you can see how broad and big his chest is and how his biceps flex as he holds the camera.
And his hands
His long fingers curl around the bottle nearly swallowing the neck of it and you feel heat rise to your face
You: You are not playing fair. I was goofy and silly and you look really good.
Namjoon: I don’t know what you’re talking about. You always look good.
You: You know what I mean Namjoon. You look hot and I look…comfy.
Namjoon: If you don’t think you look hot as fuck in those sweatpants then I’m not doing my job as your fake boyfriend.
Your mouth drops and a blush spreads across your cheeks and down your neck.
Namjoon: Sorry when I drink I sometimes get a little bold.
You: It’s okay I don’t mind bold.
You bite your lip in anticipation of his next text as you leave your room to head to the kitchen to start getting things ready.
Namjoon: Well right now I am one drink in and waiting for my friends to come back from the bar and staring at the picture you sent me. You look so good in those sweats. Like seriously you look hot.
You: If this is how one drink Namjoon talks how does multiple drink Namjoon talk? Because I feel like it’s usually custom to have more than one drink at a wedding. Especially being a part of the wedding party and all
Namjoon: At the wedding, I will behave but any other day… Depends. If he is with his friends he is giggly and goofy and somehow more clumsy. If he talking to a pretty girl such as yourself he is a master flirt and sweet talker. Also tends to swear a lot, I’m trying to get him to reel it in.
You work on placing some chips in a bowl and you laugh.
You: I think you described to me buzzed Namjoon. I want the dirt on very drunk Joon.
Namjoon: Listen as your fake boyfriend drunk Namjoon is as how I described. If I were your real boyfriend drunk Joon would be something else entirely
Your skin prickles with heat as you reread the message. You have a feeling you know what he is implying and it would be the right thing to do to cut the conversation short. You both agreed you didn’t want real feelings involved and even flirting like this is toeing the line. However, you can’t help but type out your message and hit send before you can regret it.
You: and if you were my real boyfriend hypothetically of course, what would drunk Namjoon be like?
Namjoon: fine here is the dirt. If you were my actual girlfriend dunk me is very affectionate and horny. Something about alcohol just gets me ya know. Not when I’m with my friends of course but when I’m with my girl…yeah.
You gasp and feel your skin heat up.
You had to admit you had thought about Namjoon in that way and the fact he admitted to being a horny drunk when dating someone made you shiver and made anticipation hang in the air like a cloud. You knew from the second he walked into the cafe that you were sexually attracted to him but this, this was something else entirely.
Namjoon: Sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I tend to babble when I’m drunk
You: Nah it’s okay I’m just thinking.
Namjoon: And what kind of thoughts are you thinking? Hopefully, I didn’t scare you away.
You: You didn’t. It’s just you send this picture of yourself in a tight turtleneck then you flirt with me and tell me you are a horny drunk. I don’t think you’re going to kill me on the mountain I think you’re going to kill me right now
Namjoon: LOL Well don’t worry you can get revenge at the wedding. I’m sure you are going to look incredible in the dress you pick and I’m going to have to hold off on the booze so I don’t mess anything up.
You: Ah there’s the sweet talker again
Namjoon: You got me. Have a good night Y/N. My friends are back so I probably won’t text much. Be good tonight.
You: You are the one out on the town shouldn’t I say that about you?
Namjoon: Nah I’d never cheat on my fake girlfriend.
You wish him a good night and set your phone on the counter taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Namjoon said that you could get revenge with your dress but what about him? If that’s how good he looks in a turtleneck what was he going to look like in a suit? How would you ever survive that?
A knock at the door startles you as you go to answer it and see Jimin there with his arms full of bags and a big grin on his face.
“What happened to you? I thought you and Tae made up. Did you fight again? You’re all flushed.” He comments as you help him take the bags from his arms and Taehyung rounds the corner.
“I’m just warm ‘cause Tae took his usual boiling shower and warmed up the apartment too much. I’m gonna change out of this sweater.” You comment as Taehyung shakes his head and tries to defend himself but you are already in your room.
You decide to pick out a white short-sleeved shirt that has a V-neck and you pull out your usual layered gold necklaces.
You are about to leave the room but your eyes fall on the full-length mirror and you smirk to yourself as you dim your room lights and snap a selfie, much sexier than the first one. You still keep it modest teasing Namjoon as he did to you and before you can overthink it you hit send.
It takes only four minutes for Namjoon to respond, not that you were counting, and you nearly dropped your phone when you saw his message.
Namjoon: If I was your real boyfriend I’d come over right now and make you pay for making me hard while I’m out with my friends
You: If I was your real girlfriend I’d make you pay for wearing such a tight-fitting shirt and sending me a picture while I’m with my friends
Namjoon: Beings you were so nice and are my fake girlfriend I’ll wait till after the wedding to punish you for tonight. Sweet dreams Y/N.
“Earth to Y/N we asked you a question,” Taehyung called obnoxiously waving his hand in front of your face as you quickly locked your phone and placed it on the couch beside you.
“Sorry, what was that?” You say as Tae groans and Jimin giggles.
“Cut her some slack Tae she was probably thinking about her man.” Jimin teases as you try and fail to hide your blush.
They have no idea
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I've finally gotten time to start my story. I know it's not much but I hope you like it
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Getting Started
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The helicopter hit the pad with a loud thunk. Sand and dirt swirled through the air as the helicopter's blades slowed down. Hand over your eye to block out the sun, you step out of the chopper and move towards the door to the inside.
"Hurry up temp, we don't have all evening." You hear a loud gruff voice call out. Temp he said. Falling out of your long ride stupor you remember you're a temporary transfer. You look up and see Price's stern face looking down at you as you step inside, the door latching behind you with a loud kerchunk.
"Remember, you're only here for a couple weeks. Temps live in a different hallway than my team so I'll show you that way now." He hands you a key card and turns on his heel, going down a short set of stairs to the ground floor. You can't help but notice he has a slight bounce in his step. Following close but still a step behind him he continues his thought from the roof.
"Currently there is no one in your hall so no one should disturb you. You will drop your things off and unpack before making your way to the chow hall. It's almost time for lunch" he says with a slight smirk on his face and a hand on his stomach. Seems he's excited.
Finally making it to your room he leaves you without saying a word, still you feel you shouldn't dilly dally. Quickly you unpack, put your bags away and change into your new uniform. It's less of a uniform and more of a dress code; A pair of black boots, socks and pants, a plain dark blue or black t-shirt, hair at least brushed and no makeup.
Once you're dressed you grab your key card and step into the hall. It seems longer now that you're alone. All the doors are closed and the walls are painted a drab sandy color. Thinking maybe it won't be so eerie once you're around others you follow the plaques on the walls to find the chow hall.
Entering the chow hall only slightly alleviates your unsettled feeling. Grabbing a tray of food you turn around and see Price waving you over to the table he and his team were sitting at. You place your tray down and take a seat, all eyes are on you.
"Temp, this is my team; Ghost, Gaz, Soap and now you. You should get acclimated well, it's not too hard to stay here but keep in mind I won't tolerate any bullshit. on and before I forget, what should we call you?" He looks over expectantly, waiting for your call sign.
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I hope you enjoyed reading it, take a look at my next post for what you want the call sign to be. I haven't decided where I want this story to go but suggestions are always welcome. Please give me your feedback and how you feel I might be able to improve.
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Song carried on breeze
(Part 1)
Azriel x OC
Word count: +2300
Summary: It's spring and Azriel is enjoying his day off when he finds out that the famous pianist is coming to his city and of course, he can't miss the opportunity to hear her
Warnings: none
@azrielappreciationweek Day 4: Paid time off Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
Part 2
Azriel was on a walk, seemingly aimlessly strolling the streets of Velaris. It was rare for him to have a day off, so naturally he wanted to get the best out of it. And he wasn't the only one. There were dozens of people passing the streets, enjoying the day and temptations that different shops offered to attract potential customers. All windows of the stores were beautifully decorated, smell of delicious meals, coffee and different teas was mixing with the expensive perfumes.
The weather was beautiful and warm, the air was filled with the sweet scent of spring flowers. From above, the city looked like floating on fluffy clouds of whites and pinks, all trees were in full bloom. That was one of his most favourite views, but there was something Azriel liked even more - a walk under those trees. He liked to touch those delicate flowers, their texture so different from the rough, scarred skin of his hands.
Azriel already visited three different parks and currently he was on his way to another one that he glimpsed down the street. This avenue wasn't so overcrowded and he could stretch his wings out little bit, sunbathing the sensitive membranes in warm rays. As he walked at slow pace towards his goal, a group of faeries gathered around the information board caught his attention. He wasn't in hurry, so he calmly waited for them to leave and only then he stepped closer. His gaze fell to the biggest poster, freshly hung out.
Allison, The Magnificent Pianist
Reading the title his eyes widened. It wasn't the first time he heard that name. Allison was famous at all Courts, her talent being legendary. Everyone who witnessed her play, claimed it to be the best performance they ever heard, the music so beautiful that they cried. Azriel longed to hear her piano, but until now he never got the chance. This was her very first performance at Night Court and he was determined not to miss it out no matter what.
Forgetting all about the flowers momentarily, Azriel dashed to the sky, rushing to buy the ticket for the best seat before it would be sold out. Thanks to his wings he arrived as the first to the theatre, immediately running directly to the ticket office. With his connections and thanks to his regular visits, they let him in before the opening hours, welcoming him kindly. Shadowsinger was their best customer after all. No wonder. Azriel loved music and didn't miss a single performance whether it was just concert, ballet or musical. They even went so far as already reserving him his usual preferred seat. Smiling happily with a ticket in hand he walked out the theatre gates, the row of waiting faeries already creating on the street. Allison was really popular.
Already fully satisfied with the outcome of the day, he headed back to the city, aimlessly wandering the streets and exploring new gardens and parks he found along the road.
"So you want a day off on 21st?" Rhysand asked him this question at least million times in last hour.
Azriel was sitting in High Lord's study with hands crossed on his chest, shadows swirling around his broad shoulders. He came to report results of his latest mission and to get new orders. He decided to take advantage of the situation and asked his brother for the day off. He just rarely did so, mostly he had to be ordered to stay home, so no wonder it picked Rhysand's interest.
Azriel rolled his eyes and gave him the same answer as before. "Yes, I do."
"Is there something special about that day?" Rhysand pried curiously, grinning. He was seated behind his desk, elegant as usual in black shirt and pants all tailor made, leaning over it eagerly. The talons of his power brushed over the shields of Azriel's mind, gently asking for access that he wasn't granted this time.
Azriel didn't want company for the event. He just wanted to fully enjoy the experience. If he invited Rhys and Feyre, they for sure wouldn't bother him, at least not aloud. They were capable of being quiet, but only on the outside. Inside they would lead dialogues mind to mind that usually turned into insufferable experience for everyone around them. Azriel even didn't want to think about the topics they could possibly discuss like that. Their scents were enough to assure him that he didn't need to know it.
For a moment he considered inviting Nesta who loved music just as much as he did and he wouldn't mind at slightest if she was there. It could be actually even more enjoyable memory as they were very close friends. But being mated with Cassian meant that the mentioned one would most likely want to go with her and Azriel knew very well how that would end up. Last time Cassian went to the theatre, he snored so loudly that the concert of classic music was interrupted because players couldn't concentrate and he was kicked out.
"No, there's nothing special about the day. I just have something," he calmly answered to Rhysand.
"Something," Rhys hummed. "And what that something is? Do you have a date?"
Azriel knew that if he didn't give him something, he wouldn't stop, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. "I have a health check."
"Is that so? Then I should ask Madja to be thorough. I want the best for my brother," Rhysand was testing him as if he didn't know that such tricks never worked on Spymaster.
"I have a bit different kind of the health check. Lately I feel tension in the shoulders and it's starting to affect even my work, so I made appointment with physical therapist who has experience with wings. Hopefully, he can fix it." That wasn't lie. He really had an appointment with a physical therapist from the Day Court, just on different day.
Rhysand's brows knitted together with worry. "Oh.. Are you sure you don't want the leave until then? I wouldn't like you to get hurt somewhere in the Autumn Court or on continent."
"I'll be fine. I know my limits and won't risk," Azriel promised just to get over with this topic. Even thought Rhysand was the one with daemati powers, Azriel knew him enough well to know what to say to calm him down.
Rhysand thought it over while eyeing his brother with concern. "Well then, as you wish. So 21st then. One insane risk and I'll put you on ban," he threatened him.
Azriel only raised a brow, nodded and glad that it was finally over, left.
Azriel was so excited that on the day of the concert he woke up long before the sunrise and because he couldn't stay still, he headed to the training ring that no one used at this hour. After few hours of punching and muscle training, he returned to his room to take shower.
The concert was due to start in the afternoon, but because of his small lie, he had to pretend to leave the city and stay away from his family and any of their friends and acquaintances. It was quite easy for him as the spymaster.
In the afternoon, dressed in his best suit, Azriel landed in front of the theatre and quickly headed in, taking seat in his favourite box with the best acoustics from where he had good view of the whole stage. The heavy velvet curtain with gold hem was closed, he was one of the very first in the hall. He retreated into the shadows of box, watching as the auditorium slowly filled up. When everyone was finally seated, the lights turned off, the curtain lifted and revealed a podium with a piano made of crystal in the middle. With bated breath and throbbing heart Azriel leaned forward, waiting.
Several minutes later, a petite figure separated from the shadows behind the scenes. An angel-like female with veil of long light hair and porcelain skin with round, shiny blue eyes and full red lips slowly walked over to the piano, the crystal slippers clicked on wooden floor. She stopped in front of it and bowed, long silver dress pooling around her feet. She didn't have to but she introduced herself, thanking everyone for coming.
Azriel forgot how to breath at sight of someone so beautiful and fragile. If he was the embodiment of darkness, then she was his complete opposite. The unspeakable power and light radiated from her, attracting him. He wanted to bask in her gentle light, let it chase away all the darkness that followed him day and night.
Allison sat down, readying her hands with long but tiny fingers. The first soft tones filled the auditorium and at that moment Azriel got lost. The world around him was erased from its existence and there was only Azriel, Allison, the crystal piano and the beautiful tunes that danced on a breeze around them.
Allison started with the softest and the lightest compositions, the music graduating with every new one. Azriel wasn't sure how she did it, maybe it was her power that during every composition made him see different scenery. From the deepest depths of ocean she carried him high above the tallest mountains to the sweetest heaven, caressing all his senses and by the time the last tone faded away, Azriel was crying like a baby. That's how amazing experience it was.
He didn't quite believe all the praises he heard about her, but now he understood. Her music exceeded all his expectations, smashed them into pieces. Even if he lived for ten thousands years, there wouldn't be the music better that what he had just heard. His heart sang in his chest like a nightingale, trembling. He decided that he would visit her to personally give her his gratitude for this unearthly experience.
But first of all, he needed to put himself together and learn how to move his limbs. He sat there, baffled, all kinds of emotions swirling in him until all the lights turned off. He didn't even notice that everyone had already left, leaving him alone sitting in the darkness. Scared she left, too, he scrambled to his feet and on silent steps headed to the backstage dressing rooms. He prayed she was still there and fortunately, the Mother was enough merciful to grant him his wish.
Allison was already on her way to the exit when he arrived.
"Please, wait," he called after her before he could think it over.
She turned to him, eyes wide with fear. She looked around and when she found nobody else nearby, she paled, pressing her back against the wall. Azriel stopped several steps from her, keeping an appropriate distance.
"I'm so sorry for scaring you," he raised his hands, smiling nervously like a youngling first time speaking with his love interest. "I mean no harm, I swear. I won't put a single finger on you.. Well, only if you'd want it."
She blinked, confused, but her lips slowly spread into a small smile.
"I'm Azriel and I kind of work for the High Lord of this Court," he put a hand on his chest and slightly bowed. "I heard rumours about your music and when I saw the poster about your performance in my city, I had to hear you. I just wanted to tell you.. Your music is marvellous and astonishing! I've never heard something so beautiful in my entire life. I want to thank you for this unforgettable experience and I really hope that I will have the pleasure of hearing you play again sometime."
Allison chuckled softly, hiding her smile in palm of hand. "Kind of work for the High Lord? What exactly does it mean if I can ask?"
He rubbed the nape of his neck, his cheeks tinted with pink. "He is like my brother, we grew up together. So he isn't my real employer. I'm just helping him out with the protection of this Court."
"So you are the part of the famous Inner Circle, aren't you?"
He nodded and she finally relaxed, sighing with relief. "You should have said so right away. You really scared me. I thought that you are some fanatic fan who broke in. Even though I'm very grateful for all the love and support I'm getting, some fans are really scary."
"Oh, I apologise. I had no idea such things are happening. If you need an escort to get safely to the hotel.. and you don't mind.. I could do that."
She looked him up and down and then hesitantly nodded. "I'd be very grateful, if you could help me out. Of course, only if you have time."
Allison was staying at hotel in the center of the city, so it wasn't so far from the theatre. They spent the short journey talking about different stuff and Azriel learnt a bit more about her. She seemed to be interested in the city and since she was supposed to stay for few more days, Azriel decided he would try to invite her out. It didn't have to be a date necessarily - even a friendly tour of the city was enough for him.
Stopping in front of the hotel entrance she turned to him, craning her neck to look into his eyes. "Thank you so much for coming to my concert, Azriel, and also for walking me back to hotel. I'm really glad that I could get to know you." She was smiling softly, swaying her skirt playfully, but she wasn't in hurry to part the ways with him.
"Allison, if you would like.. I'd like to show you around the city. I don't mean anything perverse by that, just.."
"I'd love it!" she interrupted him with a bright, big smile. "When could we meet again?"
"If you don't have anything important, how about tomorrow after the lunch? There's a lot to see, so I need to think it over a bit and select the best places to visit."
"That's perfect! So tomorrow, Azriel," she waved him as she backed to the hotel, watching him with interest, eyes shining. "I'm looking forward to meeting you." With that she disappeared in the building.
That day nothing could wipe the smile from Azriel's face.
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Rinse and Spit [Part 4] - A Mouthwashing AU
Chapter 4 is here, and it's a messy one. Seriously. Read the content warning. It's Jimmy's breaking point. Seriously, this one's a doosey.
Read on AO3 here.
Content Warning:
There is not Sexual Assault in this chapter, but there are interactions written to intentionally mirror one
Forced Cannibalism
Torture with medical devices
Word Count: 3,000
If anyone feels I need to add more trigger warning tags, please let me know and I will do so.
Jimmy didn’t do much at first. In the darkness of the Med Bay, after the screen’s sunset changed to a night scene, Curly could barely make out the outline of Jimmy’s face.
But he could see his eyes. His empty eyes that just stared at him.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?”
Curly watched as Jimmy stepped forward, the artificial moon light reflecting off his face. The captain could see the blank expression on his face.
“All you people had to do was give me time to think.”
He tapped the empty gun lock box with his foot. He slid it quietly out of his path in his slow approach towards Curly.
“I was fixing things. I was going to make it all better. I was going to set things right.”
Jimmy stopped at the chair next to Curly’s bed, taking a seat.
“All you had to do was let me fucking think.”
Curly watched him, trying to keep even his breathing as still as possible. Maybe if he was as unresponsive as possible, he’d lose interest and leave?
“What did you fucking tell them, Curly?” The captain flinched as Jimmy hit his fist into the wall next to his head. “First Swansea’s telling Anya who fucking knows what… Then Daisuke stops talking to me… And now they’re all acting fucking screwy. What did you tell them? Was it before the crash? Or have you been giving me the silent treatment this whole time?”
Curly shook his head. He could hear his own heartbeat starting to pick up speed. There was something in Jimmy’s eyes tonight. But it wasn’t good. It was something… unstable. And he didn’t like it being directed onto him.
“Bullshit. Trying to tell me you’d fix everything. You were going to throw me to the wolves. But I forgive you. Even though none of you have ever apologized, I forgive each and every one of you. Every night. But I’m cleaning up the mess. I’m making everything all better.”
Jimmy was leaning closer, invading Curly’s space. The captain could smell something on his breath. Mouthwash…?
“It’s a virtuous cycle. You should be more considerate about what I’m dealing with, honestly. I’m trying to be the best captain I can, given the mess you left me.”
If Curly didn’t think his life was literally in the hands of this man’s mood, he would’ve rolled his eye hard enough to fall out of his head.
There was suddenly a hand on him. A hand placed on the stump that would’ve been Curly’s hand a few months ago. It made his breath hitch as he tried to pull back, but Jimmy gripped it. It squeezed a bit of blood caught under the bandages, making Curly wheeze softly in pain.
“How did things get so bad? How could you let it all go so wrong, Captain? I always heard about what a great leader you were…”
The hand traveled from the stump very slowly up his arm. Jimmy’s nails dragged over the edges of the bandages, making them tug on the wounded skin. Curly tried to pull his arm away, but the pilot wouldn’t let go. He laughed a little at the struggle.
“You’re lively tonight. Decided to be a person today, Curly?”
The hand reached the sleeve of the hospital gown and lingered. Fingers reached under to pick more at the bandages, digging themselves to touch his actual skin. Curly whined, the stinging sensation traveling up and down his arm and shoulder. Still, he continued to try and pull back.
“I still think goodness exists, Curly. Even in circumstances like ours. If you sit still and wait for it long enough… it will arrive. No thanks to the people around you though. Is that what you did? Is that where I went wrong?”
The hand traveled up the sleeve more, squeezing at Curly’s shoulder. The touch burned, Curly could feel the lingering touch on his skin like acid had been left there.
“Maybe that was my problem. I didn’t sit and wait for it enough. I just kept struggling. But you? You just got to be you, unstoppable you, and you were floated up the ladder. I bet you thought you were real generous when you graciously offered me a hand to get me on the ladder.”
Finally, mercifully, Jimmy removed his hand from under the sleeve. It was covered in blood, but he seemed to pay it no mind as he placed it on top of the hospital gown this time, still lingering at his shoulder.
“People like me don’t live, Curly. But, then again, neither do people like you, at least now. No, we don’t live. We survive. I mean, look at you. Surviving. Relying on all of us to do so, but you’re surviving. Look at that. You’re sitting here, and goodness is arriving.”
The hand started wandering away from his shoulder, moving towards his neck and chest. Curly thought he’d be in for another attempted strangulation. He still doesn’t understand Jimmy. How in the great inky void he can look him in the eye, call him his best friend, and then press all of his weight down on his neck.
I hope this hurts
It seemed he really didn’t understand Jimmy how he thought, considering the strangulation would be preferable to what he ended up doing next.
The hand traced around the dips of his neck, motioning like he was going to grasp it but… It didn’t. Instead, it wandered down, resting on Curly’s chest. He stopped to feel Curly’s heart beat. He smiled… sadly? The captain really didn’t know how to read his expressions these days.
“How did things get this bad? I feel terrible about all the things… I feel terrible. You tried to warn me. How fucked everything is at the top. Why didn’t I listen to you…?”
Curly’s breath hitched again at the hand slipped under the collar of the gown, digging into and under the bandages he found there. The Captain squirmed, even trying to shove Jimmy back with his arms, but the pilot wouldn’t budge.
“Why did you have to go check, Curly? I never meant for you to get this hurt. We were going to die. We were all supposed to die. But you had to go fucking check, didn’t you?”
Curly’s breathing picked up as the hand continued to intrude, pulling at bandages to nestle onto his skin, continuing to squeeze and wander on his chest. In the reflection of the artificial light, the captain could see tears in Jimmy’s eyes.
“...I never expected them to come look for you… I told them I saw you run out of the cockpit right before the crash. But you just keep ruining things, don’t you? You kept screaming. For a fucking hour. How did you stay alive to scream for a whole hour, Curly? Why wouldn’t you just fucking die? If you did, I wouldn’t have to keep looking at you. Wouldn’t have to keep giving you your fucking medicine. You keep staring at me like I’m the freak here. Why did you do this to me?”
Curly was reeling. He left him. He fucking heard him screaming and ignored it. Kept rescue away for an hour. He could remember sitting there, screaming until his voice just wouldn’t allow him. He knew the impact took his eye, took one of his hands and that side of his chest. But the fire ate everything else. Trapped under rubble and expanding foam, being eaten alive by fire.
The fire took his other hand.
The rubble crushed his legs, and the fire had its fill.
The fire chewed his flesh.
And then the fire took his voice.
He remembered getting finally found and dug out by Swansea. He remembered Anya screaming, asking where he was. He remembered Daisuke questioning how he was still alive.
And he remembered Jimmy asking what Curly had done.
And the next thing he knew, he was waking up wrapped in bandages, half blind, sitting in front of that stupid fucking sunset. And in indescribably agony.
All this time, he thought he just couldn’t be heard over the alarm.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that.”
Curly snapped out of his rage fueled thoughts by Jimmy’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was looking at him this whole time. The grip tightened even further. The captain could feel his skin ripping underneath his fingernails, warm blood starting to pool under his hand.
“Stop looking at me like that.” The grip on Curly’s chest tightened, threatening to break the delicate layer of skin trying its best to heal. “You’re always fucking looking at me like that, you’re always judging me. You all do. I’m sick of it.”
Jimmy mercifully let go, finally looking at the blood on his hand. He wiped it off on Curly’s hospital gown before standing up, heading over to the drawers.
“I keep telling you to stop fucking staring at me, but you never listen. I’m trying to help you, Curly, but I can’t do that when you’re looking at me like some kind of monster.”
He rummaged through them, silently cursing to himself. Clearly looking for something.
“There’s enemies all around us, Curly. They’re going to kill you. I’m the only reason you’re alive. You’re my friend, I’m the reason the others let you live. You should be grateful. But I don’t know if they’ll listen to me anymore.”
His voice was breaking, like he was ready to start weeping.
“You’re so ungrateful. But maybe so was I. I took your generosity for granted. Never suspected you’d wipe your feet of me. You had so much power, power I never appreciated. The highest rung on my ladder wouldn’t even be worth living to you. But now…?”
He finally turned to look at Curly again. The captain could see a glint of metal in Jimmy’s hand.
A scalpel.
No. No, he wouldn't, right?
I hope this hurts
“You’re as powerless as I was.”
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. No more did he want to scream than right this second, as Jimmy hoisted himself up on his bed and loomed over him. The scalpel glinted in the artificial moon light.
Jimmy felt so much larger than Curly ever realized. He could feel all of the weight of the man above him pressing down on his body.
He opened his mouth, hoping for some noise to escape, but Jimmy shoved his hand into his mouth, pressing down on his throat.
“Shhh… It’s okay. Don’t scream. This is for your own good.”
Jimmy held the scalpel close to his eye. In a desperate prayer, Curly wrenched his head to look at the door.
Take Responsibility
I hope this hurts
“Who are you looking for? The door’s locked. No one can open that door except for you and Anya. And… Well, we both know Anya’s not going to stop me.”
Curly felt rage burn. It overrode his fear, the indignant fury. An energy filled him, one he hasn’t had in months.
Take responsibility
His jaws clamped down as hard as he could.
I hope this hurts
The metallic taste of blood flooded his mouth. He could feel his teeth crushing flesh. Jimmy’s scream filled his ear as the man desperately tried to pull his hand out. He heard the scalpel clatter somewhere on the floor. Curly only let go when he felt his jaw go sore.
“You FUCKER!”
Jimmy gripped his hand close to his chest, looking at the damage. Curly tasted the blood, felt it slide down his throat. He wanted to vomit it back up, but his stomach was so empty…
There was a little knock on the Med Bay door.
“Jimmy? You okay?”
Daisuke.
Curly opened his mouth to scream, only to have a hand press down hard on his throat, cutting off his air.
“Yes Daisuke, I’m fine .”
The door rattled a little.
“Why can’t I open the door? Is it stuck?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s stuck. I’ll find my way out, don’t worry.”
“Hold on.”
Jimmy cursed under his breath as he heard Daisuke leave. Curly was starting to see spots in his vision as the hand pressed down harder.
“Now look what you’ve done. They’re coming to kill us, Curly. It’s mutiny.”
Jimmy finally let go of Curly’s neck, letting him gasp lungfuls of the stale air within the Tulpar.
“You deserve a captain’s goodbye… You haven’t had real food in months, right? Let’s get you something to eat. There’s no meat left in the kitchen. But I have an idea. Come on, Captain Curly. We’re having a Hero’s feast.”
Jimmy climbed off of Curly and meandered back over to the cabinets and drawers. The Captain had to think fast. He didn’t know what Curly was thinking, but it couldn’t be good…
He tried to roll over and crawl, but where was he supposed to go? It was just him on his little fabric island of a bed. Then he looked down.
Nowhere to go but down.
“There we are.”
Curly didn’t even look at what Jimmy had found, just moved. He used what strength he had to roll over and off the bed. He tried to angle the fall in a way that wouldn’t hit his head on the chair, but it hardly mattered. He felt the air drop out of him as his broken body hit the metal floor.
He made a slow, desperate crawl towards the door. His entire body screamed for him to stop. He felt barely healed tears in his skin split and bleed. Every movement of his arms attempting to drag his weight across the floor made him feel as if he were made of lead.
“Jimbo. What’s this about the door being stuck?”
Swansea.
Curly tried again. Tried to scream, but now there was a work boot on his neck. Jimmy stared down at him, a hack saw in his hand, the teeth of the blade reflecting the window screen.
“It’s just stuck, Swansea. Don’t worry about it. I’ll sleep in here and we’ll get me out in the morning, yeah?”
There was a long
“Jim. Is the door really stuck? Or did you lock it?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Swansea.”
“I mean that if you were stuck, I know how you’d actually react. You’d be complaining about how I don’t do my fucking job by making sure the doors don’t jam. You’re not stuck. You’re right where you want to be.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m just tired.”
Jimmy took the boot off of Curly’s neck, bending down to scoop him up and carry him like a bride. He unceremoniously dropped him back on the Med Bay bed, ignoring how the captain was kicking out his limbs to make him go away.
“Unlock the door, Jim. You know we can unlock it from our side. No need to make this harder.”
“I told you, I haven’t locked the door. The door will open when it needs to.”
Jimmy sounded detached. Like the borderline sobs he was holding back a few minutes ago were a long distant memory.
“Jim? What are you up to?”
“Nothing, Swansea. Nothing at all.”
Curly kicked as Jimmy approach him with the saw. There was that emptiness in his eyes again. A quiet acceptance. As if what he was about to do was his solemn duty. He grabbed Curly’s leg, hard, and held it down on the bed.
“Let’s feast.”
I hope this hurts
Curly didn’t see more than feel the next few seconds.
He felt the teeth of the blade sinking into his already ruined leg. He felt the sawing motion, as if he was a piece of ham that Jimmy was carving. He felt his vision go white from pain, and tears well up in his eye. He felt his own heart pounding in his chest, he could hear the saw digging into the bone.
But he could mostly hear his own scream.
The first time he had heard his own voice in months. And it’s a scream of agony.
He felt blood pooling out of his leg, trying his best to breathe through his agony. It felt as if Jimmy has shoved a white hot poker into the stump below his knee and twisted it.
Jimmy inspected the piece of his leg he had sawed off. The blade was dripping crimson, his hands were soaked in it.
“There. This should be good enough. Feast now, Curly.”
Curly didn’t even realize when Jimmy climbed back on top of him until his face was right against his. The darkness in his eyes was inescapable. Like he was staring into tar pits. He thrashed and tried to push his former friend away with his stumps, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. He was smarter this time, using his hand to force his jaw open instead of sticking his fingers back in.
Please please please please no no no no no
Jimmy planted a soft kiss onto Curly’s forehead.
And then shoved the piece of meat down into his mouth.
Jimmy clamped Curly’s mouth closed, covering both teeth with his hand, and holding his jaw in place with the other.
Something was paralyzed in the captain’s mind. A part that refused to process what was happening, refused to register what was in his mouth. He struggled with every ounce of energy his body could muster, but Jimmy has always been bigger than him. The pilot pressed down with most of his weight onto Curly’s head and face, keeping his mouth closed as tightly as possible.
No one heard the door unlock.
“Just accept it, Curly.” Jimmy lifted and slammed down Curly’s head over and over, trying to jostle it off his tongue.
No one heard the door open.
“It’s your last meal, enjoy it. Be grateful it’s not more Pony Express cake.” Jimmy pressed his hand down, muffling any noise Curly could make. He paid no mind to the bloody stumps the captain pressed into his face. He never broke eye contact.
No one heard Anya cry out.
“Just fucking swallow it.” The meat fell down his throat, his body reflexively trying to choke it down.
Everyone heard the gunshot.
#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#tw torture
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i don't know if anyone remembers that teen apocalypse show Daybreak that Netflix cancelled after one season but im rewatching it while i wait for Yellowjackets s2 and i just transcribed turbo's entire on-screen-text speech from episode 6 and im going a little insane. i love him sm
anyway here it is:
You all. Every one of you. My legion, my friends, my tribe. I see you. I know your names and I know your heart. I know who puts in an honest day’s work. And I know who slacks the system. You know it, too. You know who you are. I SEE YOU. And it’s to you, I say, I’m lowkey-not-lowkey ballistic. You trust me to give you everything, yeah. Food, shelter, warmth, weapons, leadership, safety. Even a beer every now and then. And in return, you know what I ask? It’s pretty fucking simple. I ask that you don’t murder-kill me. That’s how this shit is supposed to work. Fair exchange, right? I mean, after everything I’ve built here? Look around you. This is our school. Our public school. And a public school takes in anybody. I take in anybody. There’s always a seat for you on my bleachers. Doesn’t matter your former tribe. Doesn’t matter who you used to be. You’re safe here. I’m the eye in Hurricane Nuclear Fallout. I’m the SPF-120 protecting you from the heat-blasting sun. And once it sets, I’m the only warm blanket you got on these bitter-ass nights. I give you all this, and I ask the simplest thing in return. Loyalty. Loyalty and trust. Loyalty and trust and like an inch of respect maybe. But mostly, loyalty. And would it seriously hurt you to pick up the trash every once in a while. This place is a mess. And it’s starting to smell like foot cheese. Again: I SEE YOU. A quarterback can’t make epic plays without knowing where every single lineman and running back and receiver is. Same here, with you. My job is impossible unless every lieutenant and soldier and kitchen scut right on down the line is is doing their fucking job. Vibe me? Am I getting through? Well, guess what? Y’all betrayed me. Why? I didn’t build all this so you fucks could just take it from me. No way. You don’t own this. The second you do is the second you make it toxic. I’m reminded of the immortal words of that guy who said whoha in Any Given Sunday. [HE GOES ON TO QUOTE THE ENTIRE SPEECH. IT’S LIKE… REALLY LONG.] Yeah. That’s right. I memorized that whole speech. Took me a whole year. I also memorized the speeches from Hoosiers and Remember The Titans and Rocky IV and Cool Runnings and The Mighty Ducks and She’s The Man and High School Musical and Friday Night Lights, both the movie and the television series. So I know about inspiration. I’ll tell you this story. It’s something I didn’t understand at first but now I’m coming around to it. It’s a story my dad told me. There was this guy who used to make vases. I don’t know what they call that? A vaser? Maybe? No. That’s wrong. A sculptor. I guess that could be right. A potter? Maybe a potter? I wonder if that’s why the kid is named Harry Potter? Because he made magic. Like made it. What was I saying? Potter? The vase! Right. Those vases were beautiful things. And check this out… the guy would wrap and unfired vase in horse hair — then put it in his kiln. The horse hair would burn off and leave these black, charred scars. But to get the horse hair, the guy would have to pluck it straight from a stallion's tail. How baller is that? And every time he did, that stallion would buck. The vase-maker, vaser, potter — he was pretty good at dodging the kick, cause he knew it was coming. But more than once, the horse would get him. Knocking him in the face and shoulder. Nasty shit. He still had rolling shards of broken bone you could feel, where the horse shattered his clavicle. But Christ in a halo, it was worth the pain. Those vases, man. I know you think I’m a dumb jock, but I can appreciate a thing like that. Well, I look out at you all, and I think that’s what I have here. You’re the bucking horse. I’m the sculptor. And the beautiful vase is all this, Glendale High. Look what we have. But you fuckers broke the vase. And I’m not sure we can ever glue this thing back together. But I’m gonna try. I’m really gonna fucking try.
#daybreak#netflix daybreak#I thought turbo was mildly interesting the first time I watched#but I was drawing so I didn't even notice this text flash across the scrren#this time I decided to slow it down and read it#and im. why's he my favorite character now#all this when he’s the one who stabbed himself too
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#I looked a little bit on the summary of everything... and in 2-3 months I've made animatics in total for more than 20 minutes#1 animation#3 gifs and over 24 short animatics...#my brain decided that it's time to slow down...#pretend I'm dead for the near time#I will be doing brainless and dumb-dumb things to relax#Also... I've read all comments... I'm dead because of that too...
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what’s up with me and plane crashing dreams. perhaps my life long obsession with the show air crash investigations is hitting or smth
#this is the second time in a row#I slept like four hours but i still managed to dream something#and I dreamed all of this between this post and my last reblog.#basically it all started that I was reading a post (idk if it was Twitter) of a woman saying that she had to wait for 3 hours on a airplane#for the bathroom to free and she had to stay awake the entire time#and a moment later I was on that plane too. watching her. I was about to return to my seat (I think). also i was in first class. the only#way I’ll ever experience it) but OUT OF THE NOWHERE my last year surpervisor for an expo and her husband (which I saw once a picture) stand#up. and she starts screaming something about “something sweet coming for women”…? I have no idea what that means. but all the women/girls#on the airplane stand up (they were all sleeping before) and start to crowd in front of me and i start to feel like we are going down. DOWN.#and we were in fact. going down. crashing. and I was scared as hell so while everyone was laughing/celebrating (???) I was screaming of#horror. but just before we crash I wake up and I’m in my bed (but I know I’m still dreaming. because it’s like a slow downloading of the#image). I wake up and I decided I’m late for school (which i don’t have) and I get ready quickly and I march in full force to the bus statio#then I realize there is no school and I’m outside at 5am. I found a supermarket cart and idk why but I take it with me and only when I get#home I realize that the supermarket is nowhere close to my house (like irl) and now I have a freacking shipping cart and I decided to park#it in my garage#and then my mom woke me up as my alarm for 7am went off.#I feel like by brain has been fucked. I’m not used anymore to sleeping poorly because I’ve taken a great interest in better sleeping since#last year and I can’t stand this now ugh.#good morning people tho#dream
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art book be like: draw with ✨intention✨ be mindful of your lines~
my brains translation as it hits me over the head with a rolled up newspaper: take your fucking time and actually think about what your doing!!
me: oOOHH!! :o
#like it’s true!! and it shouldn’t be as much of a revolutionary thought as it is SJSJSJ#i easily fall into like idk zoning out??#and i’ll just keep going and going and then i’m like why isn’t this working and it’s like#my guy you’re not thinking your just doin it grab some references and slow down#like it’s so simple and i KNOW i need to but it’s SO HARD??#to like in the moment remember to take my time fjsjdjd#like i think i start out pretty good!! but somewhere along the way i’m like i’ve been doing this for too long im so slow etc etc#and it’s just my brain fucks me up tbh#lyriumsings txt#also my mother is refusing to speak to me as if that’s a punshiment DJSJSJJS anYWAY imma keep reading my book until she decides to annoy me#again
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#how do people manage multiple ocs playthroughs of bg3?? 🤯#i applaud ya'll in a sense that i'm here burnt out in my first playthru and decided to do like max 1-2 missions at a time#before taking a break 🥲 i really want to finish act3 and slowed down a little#i found myself rushing through it when i realized i got burned out 🤧#and i feel like i won't be able to do neither dark urge nor romancing other companion playthrough 🥲🥺#and to think that i've read there was an entire upper city region cut out of the final game 🤯#i did 2 missions last night got stuck on that farslayer temple of bhaal fight lost 3 times and quit and went to sleepvvkcfkk 💀#even the sarevok fight was easier than this 😳#i'll try the invisibility approach tonight i think it has to work 🤧#tbd#bg3 spoilers
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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’ve been one of sukuna’s many concubines for quite a while now. yet, you still cannot get rid of the jealousy in your system whenever he interacts with the other women in his harem.
wc. idk around 1 to 2k
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (hurt to comfort), fluff, suggestive at the end. heian era. you call sukuna ‘my lord’. reader gets called ‘brat, little girl’. size difference. no part2, don’t ask i beg. not beta read.
“get back here, brat,” sukuna raises his voice as he follows you. he isn’t one to care about others’ emotional outbursts, yet here he is, chasing you after you’ve poured out your heart to him.
you don’t know why you’re this upset. you do know, however, that it’s childish of you to walk away mid dinner. you should’ve just stayed seated and refuse to let the thoughts consume you.
now you’re speed walking down the hallways of the estate—your legs carrying you as fast as they can without actually making a run for it. your mind keeps replaying the ‘unsettling’ scene that caused you to flee.
you remember it vividly. the sound of sukuna’s low, amused chuckle. how intrigued it was because of something another concubine told him—how he stopped chewing to say something back to her. which he rarely does.
hell, you’ve never seen him laugh around his other concubines.
“i do not wish to talk to you right now, my lord,” you reply, voice raised so the distance wouldn’t make it a hassle for the king of curses to hear you. you know that feisty attitude of yours entertains sukuna to no end.
he raises an eyebrow once he’s heard your voice; how it’s dripping with envy and hurt. you’ve never reacted like that before—at least not in his presence. it made him want to figure out why and how.
though, he can easily guess the reasoning behind your sudden defiance.
“oh, that so?” sukuna hums. he’s lenient with you this time around. he could catch up to you in under a split second, but he decides to give you that sense of accomplishment first before completely destroying it. he walks after you slowly, your fast steps being the same tempo as his slow pace.
you don’t answer. you’re stubborn. you have no right to feel jealous. you are a fairly new concubine—only a couple months ago did you join sukuna’s harem. yet, the time spent with him was precious.
he treats you differently. everyone notices that. everyone tells you the same. you know he does by the way he lets you off the hook with most stuff you say and do.
you don’t know what you did to gain his favouritsm, but it’s addicting. his attention is addictive. real addictive.
you had sworn not to develop any unneccessary feelings for that ruthless sorcerer. but, with the way sukuna treated you so gently behind closed doors, it was impossible not to.
you eventually reach the doors to your chambers. you slide them open and wish to close them behind you, only for a big hand to halt those movements. you freeze in place and refuse to look up at the owner of that said hand.
“look up,” sukuna demands. his voice causes goosebumps to appear on your arms, but you still don't budge. he clicks his tongue. that’s your first warning. two more and your punishment will be carried out, “we can do this the hard way too if you want.”
you turn your head, your fingers curling around the material of your kimono. you really should not feel this way about a little interaction between sukuna and his other concubine. that is none of your concern. what he does with those other women is none of your concern.
and yet. . .
“i don't want to,” you retort. sukuna walks into your room with a sigh. each step he takes forwards, you take backwards. your back finally bumps against the wall next to your bed.
sukuna towers over you, his tall and big frame making you feel vulnerable. especially with the way those red eyes of his are staring down at you. he crosses all four of his arms before speaking.
“tell me what’s running through that head of yours,” sukuna inquires sternly. he isn’t playing around anymore, you can tell. you glance the other way—knowing that he will laugh at you the moment you tell him why you’re upset.
you have a feeling he knows the reason behind your tantrum anyway.
“it’s nothing of importance, my lord,” you shake your head and relax your tense shoulders to make you seem less upset. your words have some truth in them—you don’t think your feelings of envy hold any value to him.
sukuna sighs again. he’s trying his best not to be annoyed at you. you’re his favorite and he wishes not to sadden you any further. he steps forwards, one hand moving to cup the side of your face.
his rough fingers play with a string of your hair, “i’m not stupid, little girl. i don’t like it when my woman is in distress.”
your heart skips a beat. this is what confuses you—how he can go from stern to gentle and vice versa. it’s surprisingly unexpected, which makes you long for more. even if his behaviour is confusing.
you look up at sukuna. your eyes meet for the first time in a good couple minutes. the corner of sukuna’s lips curls up into a satisfied smirk. that’s one step closer to getting you to open up.
“now,” the king of curses lowers his head to your eye level, the proximity all the more nerve wracking. he holds your jaw super tightly out of the blue. it makes you whimper.
“spit it out.”
there it is. the duality of the man strikes once more. you swallow the spit that’s been building up in your mouth. you bite your bottom lip lightly, trying to gather and form the right words to explain yourself.
sukuna wouldn’t understand. he’s a cold-hearted man who doesn’t care about such ‘trivial’ matters. he’ll just call you stupid, pathetic or whatever other derogatory term.
you stop your thoughts for a moment.
“it’s really just a stupid thing,” you mutter. your fingers curl around sukuna’s wrist—the one hand he’s using to firmly hold your jaw. you take a deep breath in, “i did not like it when you, errr. . . when that woman talked to you at the dinner table.”
your voice is clearly dripping with jealousy. pure, pure jealousy. and for what? because he talked to his other concubine. you feel stupid. you thought you discarded your personal feelings for the sorcerer before you the moment you turned into one of his many women.
“that woman?” sukuna tilts his head, feigning ignorance. that little grin on his face tells you enough. he’s playing with you like some form of entertainment. well, technically you are.
he wants you to be specific. he’s forcing you to be by acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
in all honesty, sukuna’s already forgotten what that woman had said to him. it wasn’t and still isn’t worth remembering. all he can recall is your adorable facial expression when you saw him interact like that with his other concubine.
that little frown on your face was priceless. it makes him want to keep teasing you.
“you know who i am talking about, my lord,” you huff, trying to look away, but get stopped by sukuna readjusting his grip on your jaw. he firmly yet gently taps your cheek once and you know what it means.
“attitude,” sukuna warns with a quick hiss. he can let you say whatever you want to him, but you also have some limits regarding which tone you use with him. you apologise quietly under your breath.
the king of curses nods in satisfaction before releasing the grip on your jaw. his large hand trails down to your neck, thumb rubbing up and down your throat, “so, my little girl is mad at me because i talked to another concubine of mine, huh?”
you nod mindlessly. sukuna can easily get you to comply with him—to obey his every word, simply with his actions. the terms of endearment he uses are the cherry on top. they slip off his tongue so easily with you.
“tsk tsk,” sukuna shakes his head. his hand is now on the back of your head, fingers tangled into your hair. he’s staring down at you with a smug expression. he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, “how childish of you.”
you knew that would be one of the things he’d say to you. what you didn’t expect is for him to go for a kiss right after. his lips land on yours firmly, and to no surprise, you instantly return the gesture.
your arms wrap around his neck—your chest pressing against his. sukuna wastes no time in picking you up and letting your legs encircle his waist. he’s not pulling away for air to breathe and you don’t either.
“you’re going to listen to me, yeah?” sukuna murmurs between passionate kisses. he’s holding onto you tightly with two arms, his free hands roaming over your body whilst he pins you against the wall.
when you whimper out a weak, high-pitched ‘yes, my lord’, he smirks against your mouth before turning to kiss your neck. he slightly bites the skin to make sure you’re paying attention to him.
“i don’t remember what that woman said,” sukuna continues, nearly out of breath because of the kisses he’s leaving all over you. he easily grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head on the wall, “i was too busy lookin’ at a much prettier concubine of mine.”
he pulls back a little so he can look you in the eyes. you’re panting and embarrassed by what he just said. one of his hands finds your face again, tracing the shape of your mouth.
“my favourite,” sukuna whispers whilst licking his lips. you can see it in his eyes: he’s silently planning out how he’s going to remind you of your place. your place as his favorite concubine.
he dips his head back down, aiming for the valley between your breasts. he closes his eyes before sucking on the surrounding flesh;
“guess i’ll be nice for once ‘nd show you just what it means to be my favorite so that you’ll never dare forget it again.”
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If you decide to ever think that you're not being punished immediately that youre gonna be alright, think again.
When we're alone, youll be tied up on my lap while I play with your little holes.
Youve been a bad fucking whore all day but I couldn't punish you. You thought you were sly and that I was letting you get away with it too.
But your teased turned into pathetic little whimpers when we finally were alone and I threw you to the floor.
Now youre on my lap, tied up with toys on your sensitive parts. My phone is in front of you with a spin the wheel app on it with a bunch of different punishments.
"Let's see what you get for your 5th punishment. This one was for shaking your little ass at me in the store"
The wheel spins and spins before slowing down. You know what it's gonna land on as you squirm harder.
All toys on max settings for 5 minutes
As you feel the toys flip, you start doing everything you can to hold it together as you arch your back, shake violently but I hold you down in place.
"Shhhh. Stop fighting"
As the 5 minutes end, youre left shaking and panting like a dog. Your hair gets pulled back as youre forced to watch the wheel spin again. This time for saying
"What are you gonna do about it?~"
Blindfold and gag
You struggle and try to fight back but a quick slap puts you in your place. Now blindfolded, gagged and tied up all in my laps, every touch feels super sensitive.
You hear the wheel spin but can't read it anymore. You feel the toy in your little hole suddenly start moving in and out of you sending you into a panic yet you get held down from every movement you make.
So, be a good whore. Or don't. I don't care either way ❤️
#bd/sm kink#bd/sm brat#bd/sm slave#humiliation kink#overstim#overstim kink#d0m/sub#bd/sm pet#cnc overstim#cnc k!nk#c0cksleeve#c0ckwh0re#breeding k1nk#daddy’s brat#bd/sm sadist#sadist dom#breeding pet#good slvt#free use slvt#attention wh0r3#degrading k1nk#dominated slave#dumb slvt#stupid slvt#free use doll#cnc somno#cnc brat#brat taming#bratty#overstim nsft
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