#and thats my moodboard for tonight

[thvalentin]

TURN ON THE LIGHTS; thv moodboard

"turn on the lights i'm looking for her too"

lowercase intended

starstruck taehyung makes it his sole mission to have the girl deejaying the rave end up in his arms by the end of the night,

pairing: raveboy!thv x dj!oc (cupid)

genre: smut; slight??angst (hypersexual mc); fluff (cause thv loves her so much); pwp (porn w plot cause it be like that)

warning?: afabmc, bad grammar lol, unedited, shit lead up(?), they are strangers to lovers very quick lol, hypersexual(they fucklike rabbits lol) head (f; receiving), tae is hung lmao, hes kinda stalkerish but not really, mc does not stand on bidness, unprotected sex, creampie (no babies thats gross..), dirty talk(mainly taehyung,, yeah.), cursing, spit(?), multiple orgasms, slight exhibition (THEY ARE OUTSIDE!), missionary, riding, mindbreak(she really loves taehyung's dick)

THIS AINT NO RATED PG SHIT...

THIS SHIT RATED... MF,,, PORN (no minors, thv don't do that)

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"alright motherfuckers, put your hands up for this shit and turn the fuck up!" the angelic girl exclaims into the mic hyping up the already overzealous crowd. her headphones hanging halfway off her head as she caresses the soundboard her head bopping while she does.

she in her zone, her safe space which she definitely needed after the week she had. her girlfriend leaving her cause her stamina is too much for her was not on her radar for the week, but shit happens. luckily for her friend made sure to have her booked at busy rave after rave for this weekend and this was the biggest one of the three and her last one. so far nothing out of the ordinary had happened at any of them, but tonight her intuition told her to keep her eyes peeled. maybe it was the location it was kinda shady after all, but that wasn't new for her— perhaps its the ebony haired boy with the pretty eyes that had been boring holes through her all night that had her on edge.

"cupid am i tripping or has he been watching you all night?" her best friend says close to her ear earning a shrug from the focused girl, "you should go see whats up with him girl! he's fine as fuck.." she nudges her friend who shoots her a side-eye, "come one girl!" she shakes her, "i can take over up here, plus maybe he'll make you feel better about kayla." cupid's entire body goes stiff and she takes her hands off the board, throwing them up and backing off.

"and on that note i'm taking my break..." the girl goes to take off her headphones putting them on her friend who shakes her head,

"i'm serious cup," she puts her hand on cupid's shoulder only to get shrugged off. how could she think the best way to get over getting dumped about her sex drive is to have more sex? the girl sighs, stepping down from the platform getting swallowed by the crowd. squeezing between the sardine packed sea of bodies failing to notice the ebony man close behind like a tiger on the prowl. looking around cluelessly searching for a spot to get a drink, blinded by the flashing multicolored lights every time she looked too far up, guarding her eyes with her hand as she finally emerges on the other side. a waft of cool autumn air smacking her in the face causing goosebumps to pop up all over her arms, coming to a realization she should have worn more fur than what she had on her feet. her arms falling down to her side as she still had the found what she was looking for. ready to just turn around and give up on her drink, she turns on her heels and that's when she sees him again.

taller than she thought he was, even prettier this close, why is he so close? she thought. "you-"

"been watching you." he says before she can continue earning a nod from the disoriented girl, "i love how you mix..." he smiles, his perfect veneers poking out a warm feeling stirring in the girl's stomach, how beautiful she thinks to herself, crossing her feet anchoring her weight on her back leg forcing her to lean away from the mysterious man standing in front of her, "you're so divine... the way you carry yourself on stage is mesmerizing." cupid can feel a fever rush up her cheeks a smile threatening to break through her hard exterior, "i wonder if you can keep it up underneath me."

surely she had her wits about her, but the way he stares at her with those dark eyes like he'll devour her any moment now caused a fuzzy feeling to coil in her nether region. this was her problem— see it didn't take much to get her going, but it took everything to make her stop. she knows she should walk away, not letting her friend's words live in her head and cause her to stray from her path to fixing her issue. but the closer he gets the harder it is to do the right thing, his presence daunting as he hovers over her frozen frame. her mouth lays agape words failing to follow, "your name cherie." his honied baritone voice says more as a demand than a question.

"cupid.." it rolls off her tongue as his hand slithers up the shaft of her neck a sweet hum escaping her pretty glossed lips, the man's eyebrows turn up a look of carnal desire painting his chiseled face as his thumb drags across her bottom lip smearing the gloss— his eyes trailing up to meet hers hooded and far away.

"how perfect," he smiles, "taehyung." he emits lowly his eyes scanning the entirety of her face, "what do you want with me, hm?" he asks as if he didn't approach her first— the girl's eyebrows knit together and she nuzzles herself into his hand against her blazing cheek. what did she want with him? why did she always get like this? her body tenses with need, absolutely soaking her panties that border on leaking as she looks at him with a look one should never give a stranger, "i'm not a mind reader cher, come on tell me what is it?" his voice mocks her state tapping his palm against her cheek trying to kickstart her.

"i want- no i need you to use me." that's what she needs, its what she always needs. how could she be shamed for something so simple, so human?

"mmm" taehyung hums, nodding to himself as he takes her hand dragging off behind the stage, the rhythmic bass matching the tempo of the beating in her hungry cunt. so comfortable with this stranger, the lack of judgement because he obviously wants what she does, to use her till she passes out. her hopes high as he hoists her up on the ledge, dipping between her craning legs making space for his broad shoulders to sit comfortably between them. his long fingers hooking under the band of her all too short shorts tugging them down her long legs. she's embarrassed, her wetness on display through the obvious wet patch on her cute little panties— the tip of his finger rubbing over the sensitive slit causing the girl to shudder and look away a hand over her mouth. he circles through the thin fabric avoiding her begging clit her anticipation through the roof as his sultry bedroom eyes meet her shy ones. slipping past the pathetic garment his finger fussing through the folds sliding around with ease— she's so wet stupid wet, he hadn't even done anything yet.

the man could feel his shaft lengthening in his pants, amazed by her desire, he wants to satiate her with more than she can take, "your little pussy is so eager, yea? you want me to stretch you out? fill you full, cher?" he coos, teasing a finger at her entrance watching her greedy hole clench around nothing, a deep chuckle escaping his lips— his tongue swiping against her opening earning a lewd, touch starved mewl from the girl above. his hips bucking up as he pulls away, "be a good girl and stay still." he demands his playful tone lost as he brings his tongue back into contact with her yearning cunt, delving his tongue deep inside earning the sweetest moan. he needed more, his nose nudging against her pulsating bud curling his arms under her thighs pulling her closer forcing her to lay flat on her back. almost animalistic as he pulls his tongue from her saccharine pool, nipping at her clit feeling her writhe under him. his long tongue lapping at her wetness letting none out it go to waste suckling at her.

her pleasure so immense making her soft brown eyes roll to the back of her head as he tucks two of his digits inside of her— curling deep to find her sweet spot a loud whine jolting out of her throat. she could feel her high coming, but she wanted to hold out clenching tight around his fingers triggering him to suck harder, move his fingers slower fucking her slow and deep edging her on as her back arches off the platform, "come on baby, give it to me." he looks up, the look on her face so pleasing to him, "i want you to look at me when you cum all over my fingers," taehyung voices, loud and clear, the girl nodding not behind able to voice anything coherent in-between her moaning. anchoring herself up on her elbows locking eye's with taehyung as he tickles the sponginess of her g-spot sending her over edge, immediately collapsing back down as he fucks her slow through her high, "good fucking girl..." his voice stammers, his fingers retracting from her messy pussy covered in cum and spit.

taehyung stands up, preying on the girl before him hovering over her. his arm looping behind her shoulder pulling her in for a hungry kiss making her taste herself, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she wraps her legs around him. she wasn't satisfied, but taehyung isn't done with her— pulling away to undo his pants pulling his cock out of his boxers. cupid's eyes going wide at the sight of the long, thick shaft with an angry red head. curved just a bit as it springs against his stomach, something deep inside her unlocks causing her wetness to sop out of her pulsating pussy, "you want this cock baby? want it deep inside that pretty cunt, yea?" he slips and slides it between the petals of her nether region, earning soft groans— "tell taehyung what you want cher." he tilts his head to the side, annoyance running through the helpless girl. he knows what she wants, how unfair to make her beg when she's already this desperate.

"fuck me, please taehyung..." how shameful of her to beg a complete stranger to do such a thing, but she didn't care she needed him to split her in two.

"how polite, anything for you sweet girl." he complies, pushing his head past her entrance with a loud squelch. she'd never had anything as big as him inside before, the fit tight forcing grunts out of taehyung as eases his shaft deep into her. damn near folding her in half, but she doesn't mind blinded by the pleasure and quiet pain of being stretched so wide, "fuck..." he moans bottoming out inside of her. she borders on another orgasm just from his entrance as he sits with his dick pressed against her cervix. slowly he starts to pull out just to his tip before jolting his hips forward,

"oh fuck," she cries out so short, in shock a wave of the most delicious pleasure reverberates up her spine straight to her head making her delirious, "please, please..." she begs so whiny, so desperate, clawing at his back. taehyung nods, pulling back again pushing inside her so rough, "oh god..." she brinks on sobbing, grabbing at him finger pads going white with pressure as she slams so good into her. his veiny arms border on each side of her for leverage as he fucks his shape into her, ruining her for anyone else. her little pussy sucking him in with every stroke begging him to come back and nest deep inside grazing her sweetest spot. his arms moving from the sides of her head gripping at her love handles for the most control. broken sobs leaving her mouth that couldn't keep shut, she'd never been used to well before— in love with the way he makes her feel as he stomach starts to ache with another high on the way, his name spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably warning him she was about to break. tightening around him which he didn't even think was possible causing him to arch over— the sound of skin on skin so indecent, but it turned the two on right along the slick that gathers around the base of his shaft as white cream; evidence of just how much she loves his dick.

"cum all over it, look at you, nasty girl." taehyung laughs watching the girl go crosseyed driven crazy by his long deep strokes as she topples over crying out his name, letting those around know just who turned her into this cock crazed bitch, "get up." he demands her, impatience reaching for her wrist to switch positions putting her on top, "you can do this for me right?"

cupid nods expeditiously, moving her shaking body to mount taehyung like the good girl she is, "attagirl..." he praises caressing her blazing face as she sinks onto him. somehow he feels even bigger like this pushing into her cervix, so greedy she thinks about how good his cum would feel pouring into her as she wines her hips, "such a good girl."

"im a good girl," she repeats breathlessly, mindlessly bouncing on his pretty cock, white hot pleasure blinding her all the while taehyung pushes the minuscule bikini top out of his way to pinch at her nipples with supple fingers, his voice going hoarse as he can feel his release coming jerking his hips losing the rhythm , soft hands sliding down her waist to sheath himself inside her filling her full almost too full, "inside please, please i need your cum," the filth seeps out pathetically as she creams all over his cock, never this happy before as she smiles drunk with pleasure

"cum for me please, one more time," he begs grinding her painfully sensitive clit against his stomach right below his happy trail, giving him what he wants she tightens around him falling over onto his chest, "fuuuck cher..." he drags out releasing his hot seed taught against the young girl's womb, earning the most god forsaken sound out of her yet— fucking her through bordering on overstimulation as she starts to twitch, but he wraps his arms around her waist so she can't run placing sweet kisses on her pouty lips quieting her cries, "its okay baby..." he whispers against her lips, her face scrunched up as taehyung slowly pulls out his softening cock, bringing her in closer;petting her head, "you're so beautiful," he says, "you were so good." he assures her staring at the fucked out girl through long lashes, barely able to keep her eyes open. he smiles at her so sweetly, going to get up earning a whine from her as she reaches up for him, "i'm not going anywhere i promise." he places a kiss on her head proceeding to dress her before any of the stage hands come see; as the rave was coming to an end.

not too much later, the two come from behind the stage, hand in hand— cupid's best friend meeting her with surprised eyes, "well would you lookie here." the instigating girl crosses her arms at the sight before her, "looks like you listened to me after all," she giggles,

"i lost track of time..." cupid nervously rubs the back of her neck, lying through the skin of her teeth like taehyung's cum wasn't currently marinating inside of her,

"mhm," her friend hums, "sure, i'll believe that." she looks between the two,

"you can blame me," taehyung pipes up, and her friend's mouth makes and O shape, nodding, "i couldn't help myself," he pauses his hand snaking down cupid's ass giving it a squeeze, "she's so lovely." he smiles at her friend who smiles back.

"well of course she is" the best friend says in a duh tone, "and you better remember that!" she points before walking off to another gaining her attention,

taehyung diverts his eyes back to cupid who can hardly hold eye contact with him, "what? you still shy..." he teases, reaching for her jaw— turning her to look at him, "how could you be? you need me to break you off again." he speaks so sweet dangerously close to her lips,

"mmm~" she hums against his puffy lips, "i think i do..." she responds just before she enveloped by a long sloppy kiss.

she's on cloud nine, finally found her equal— no more hiding the brazen, sex crazy side of her cause he's just as bad... if not worse.

a/n: i haven't written smut in so long, so sorry if this is shit, im still trying to find my groove lmao, but yea uhm i'm taehyung biased so you'll be seeing a lot of this shit. also most (probably all) of my aus n things like that are ambw cause i am a bw, but! hopefully that doesn't deter you from reading. okay bye. li luvs thv.

#taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #ambw kpop #ambw smut #bts scenarios #bts taehyung #bts smut #taehyung imagine #bts imagines #kpop imagines #bts v #v fanfic

[joelsgreys]

weird thing to say but i appreciate your face claims being for what is essentially ocs (esther has no actual character established so your interpretation counts as an oc by proxy) but not the reader. i know sometimes writers might have a face claim in mind but when they post what they see the reader as it always snapa my immersion beacuse its someone who looks like a model. and so many characters in tlou just look like regular people and its just me saying i appreciate you not giving your reader a face claim cus it sort of hurts to look at it and go "oh thats so opposite of me i feel awful"

esther can be hot tho we love the bitchy hot female character to hate (you live in Wyoming esther that little red fuck me dress isnt fooling anyone you look silly Joels a humble man ok) also Luke can be hot cus milo is so good at playing fucking assholes i can ignore it

hey nonnie! yeah i totally get what you’re saying. I made a moodboard for the series and searched for random horse-girl pictures for it to represent reader’s part, but for the sole purpose of not putting a specific face claim to her, i tried choosing the most lowkey pictures as possible

reader does not have a face claim so she can be left to our imaginations, whether we see us as the reader physically or a celebrity, that’s the beauty of me not doing a face claim - the choice is up to whoever is reading! 💗

i do try to keep physical description limited and very vague, but somethings i slip up on such as height, hair length, dress style, etc but hopefully that doesn’t make anyone go “oh that’s not me!” cause i get how it can ruin the story for some people. It’s definitely happened to me before and i understand it’s the writer’s work/their choice but when the character is supposed to be reader/you it can be a bit of a let down if they are waaaaay different than you

oof sorry for the long response ya girl is feeling chatty tonight

also little red fuck me dress i am dead 😂

#vee answers mail 💌 #;a safe haven #;ash characters

[neurodivenport]

Me and Aster’s cat HCs will be making an appearance tonight, Tesla is my cat hc and obviously Einstein is the OG cat created by Aster.

Everyone constantly making pussy jokes about the cats bc like pussycats: ‘oh my god, the only time Chase will have a pussy on his lap’ is a very common one. This is based on me and my friends, we’re all queer and the pussy jokes about my cats are always going on.

yes!! i know about einstein <3 i made moodboards for her

LMFAOOO. chase has multiple cats on him and kaz goes “thats the most pussy he’s ever gonna get”

#chase hcs

[anonymooseforever007]

Hi y'all! ok so I know I kinda disappeared again, and tonight and tomorrow I'm gonna try to work on replying to the stuff I need to reply to! I've been kinda anxiously hiding from everything all week because on Monday I start an internship thats gonna go most of my summer. And even though I'm suepr excited I'm also super nervous about it and I think my anxiety about it had kinda spiraled into other stuff including interacting here😅😅 It's like an 8-5 engineering intern job and it's honestly the first one I've ever had like it. All the other stuff I've done has mainly been volunteer work at kids camps for the summer or babysitting jobs because school and the homework there takes up so much of my time. Then it's also like a thirty minute drive from me which again isn't bad, but it's mainly on the highway and that kinda driving just makes me nervous too. And I'm rambling kinda now but yeah. I'm gonna try to reply to at least half of the stuff I need to reply to tonight or tomorrow. Then I do have one story I may to post tonight too and maybe one moodboard thing I made because I figured out how to do those and they're fun to make and I kinda feel bad for going hermit mode again when y'all are all so nice. And yeah. I feel like I do the post and then hide thing a good bit and I feel bad about it sometimes but also social interacting is just terrifying at times and I really have no explanation why. Sometimes it's just so much easier to hide for a few days and watch stuff silently and even if the only interaction I still need to respond it is just like a simple 🥰❤️🥰 or what not. But I'm trying to get better at it. Now that's enough rambling for now, end of the little updatey bit! I hope y'all are all doing well🥰🥰 y'all are amazing🥰🥰❤️have a good night❤️❤️

[spicyseonghwas]

whewh chaece mah manh u been just churnin out content tonight huh

yah i guess i have lol lets seeeeee....

the hongjoong smut i posted 2 seconds ago...

seomin's ig post...

the vampire!mingi series teaser...

yeh i really have lol

and thats not even all, i have a moodboard on @ethereal-choi and some shit on one of my side blogs getting ready to post 😍

#🌑 asks #🌑 anon

[mikeshanlon]

emma did you finish your essay

NDNDNNXNX yes! (is it good? debatable, but i have a good grade in that class and i was sick of looking at it so!)

#and i have a migraine and i wanna talk abt twunk james mcavoy so u cant reprimand me!!! #but ty 💞 #ask #ssdenbrough #pals #and thats my moodboard for tonight #clowns

[deanlombardi]

a very LYDIA + DEAN moodboard

“I wonder if the things that remind me of you, remind you of me.” / @lydiaturan

#moodboard #ft. lydia #middle gif is while dating all the rest are post-breakup #i feel like they totally had danny/sandy vibes in high school #also okay thats my last one for tonight #i also have half finished ones for fawna and cyrelle #but i should probably work on my replies next so expect those at a later date!

[professional-benaddict]

Merry Christmas everyone!

Here’s a lil Starkerstrange moodboard as my lil gift to you all for following💕💕

#my moodboards #we already opened presents and did the main celebration tonight #thats how we celebrate in the north ahah #so xmas comes and goes in like a couple of hours for me ahah #bUt to all who celebrate on xmas day i hope you all have a lovely day #starker #ironstrange #strangespider #spiderstrange #starkerstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x stephen strange #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange

[girlcrushau]

hi reblog this if u want a blog moodboard!! 💓

#we dont have to be mutuals!!! #but if u follow me thats good enough!! #i’ll only do like 20 tonight #sometimes it gets to like 200 rbs and its uhhhh stressfull #so!! anyway pls if u want a blog moodboard!! #also i will compliment u / ur blog in the tags bc its fun to be nice!! #my previous blog moodboards are under the tag #// #i think

[bangtanfancamp]

masterlist

Part 1 of the Silk Series

mafia!Namjoon x reader

mafia! au, Arranged marriage! Au

7.6k words

mature 👁 (who am I?), romance, fluff, implied first time? (Or maybe just no one’s ever loved her right)

Hi guys! surprise! Guess who’s back with a brand new one shot? I’d had an idea I was so tempted to try. It was supposed to be really quick, maybe just a few hundred words- more a blurb than anything else- but very quickly grew into an almost 8 thousand word story in the course of a day. This is very different for me. I've never toyed with mafia! au’s, and I’ve never written a proper story with Namjoon. Halfway through, I even though of changing it to Hobi- but joon is just too perfect for this genre. This is the first time I’ve ever written or shared a story that got quite this intimate. Clearly, since it’s me, there’s still a ton of heart, but writing this part of a love story is very new for me- so posting this comes with quite a bit of vulnerability. Feedback would be amazing. The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the ethereally talented @today-we-will-survive . It suits the story so perfectly in every way. I even went back to tweak small details to match up with her picture selections after I saw the board because they were just so impeccable.

I hope you enjoy it! —Christiana 💕✨

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“There she is.”

His gravelly voice sent a chill down your spine as you entered the room, softly locking the door behind you. Rolling his head to the side, Namjoon met your eyes. His gaze was so enticing, so seductive in the dark, but his smile was warm as ever. You were a puddle in his hands the second his dimples showed up and he knew it. As his eyes lazily raked over you, he opened his arms in invitation.

“Come here, baby girl.” 

Lip tugged between your teeth, you hesitated, just for a moment. “Are you sure?” Your voice came out in the softest whisper, fingers tangling with the sash of your black silk robe. You traced the back of your calf with your foot, body language demure and unsteady under his gaze. 

His smile stretched wider at your shyness. “I’m always sure.... I’ve been waiting all day for you.” He wet his lips as he watched you, his calm smile never wavering as you gathered your nerve to pad barefoot across the room to him and climb in bed beside him. 

“Why?” you asked, genuinely curious. Risking  a glance in his direction, your eyes fell back to the sheets between you when you found he was already watching you. “There must be so much more on your mind than me. Why on earth would you waste any of your thoughts on me when so much already demands your time? 

“Why wouldn’t I? Knowing a girl as perfect as you would be in my bed tonight ? Why wouldn’t I be thinking of you?” As he reached over to toy with the ends of your hair, you took the opportunity to study him.

He was just so... beautiful. You never seemed to be able to get over that. Eyes dragging over the expanse of him, you felt your chest flutter at the bold way he presented himself to you. He didn’t bother to hide any part of his body the way you did. And he clearly had every reason to be as confident as he was.

 His head was lolled back as he sat propped up against the carved headboard, one leg outstretched while the other was bent for him to rest his forearm on his knee. His silky skin lay exposed against the inky black bedding, his body draped in nothing but moonlight. The sculpture of his thighs was so inviting, it made something in you itch to reach out and touch him. As if he could read your thoughts, a smirk tugged at Namjoon’s lips. 

Suddenly, without a word, his massive hands slipped around your waist and pulled you over into his lap. Shaken by the abruptness of it, your eyes darted across his face, trying to get a read on him and failing. 

“Namjoon…” your breath hitched as he settled you down on top of him. 

“Yes, Princess?” The shameless way he smiled back sent your pulse racing. “May I?” He gave a gentle tug on the knot to your robe. Swallowing, you nodded, almost too eagerly, but couldn’t bring yourself to speak. How could you when he looked at you like that? What girl could say no to the hunger in those eyes?

Slowly, his large hands set to finessing the silky knot loose at your waist. He unraveled it slowly, silence blanketing the room in perfect stillness as it came undone. A smile tugged at Namjoon’s lips as the cool air kissed your bare chest, the silken fabric dragging across your skin. 

Using his finger tips, he slipped the robe delicately down your shoulders and off your arms. You held your breath as he sent chills sparkling down your skin at every point he touched. Your eyes fluttered shut as he gently discarded your robe somewhere out of your reach, leaving you fully naked under his gaze.

Being skin to skin with him like this still overwhelmed you. Even as shadows pooled in the edges of the room, you felt as exposed as if it had been midday. You couldn’t figure out where to look, where to start when so much of him was offered to you all at once. Or when so much of you was on display. But God, his skin was so warm. Always, always incredibly warm. It was so distracting. 

His thumb brushed lovingly over the soft pink glowing on your cheeks. God, he loved how innocent you were. 

“You’re blushing again. Why are you so nervous with me?” He tipped his face down to meet yours, laughter lighting up his eyes. 

“Am I? Sorry… you’re just so…” your words trailed off, your pulse thumping in your ears, as your thighs settled down around the edges of his hips. A soft gasp tumbled out of your lips as you melted onto him, entirely bare now . Something dark flashed in his eyes as your warmth surrounded him. A sound you couldn’t describe slipped from the back of his throat when you did.

“I’m so what, y/n?” He whispered, never breaking eye contact with you. 

You smiled up at him, a bashful subtle grin, as his palms kneaded softly into your waist. You loved the way he touched you.

Your hands found rest on the sides of his neck, the tops of his shoulders- fingertips tracing smoothly into his firm skin. “You’re so handsome. I still can’t believe you’re real.” You confessed, shaking your head.

 Your eyes fell to his broad smooth chest as you played with the wisps of his lavender hair. Your fingers trailed down his neck, ghosting over the planes of his chest to rest on his solid stomach . “It’s hard to know what to do with myself around you.” You admitted.

His dimples deepened at your words. “So what can I do then? To make you feel more comfortable with me?” He bit his lip, light glinting off an especially sharp canine tooth as it sunk into the flesh of his bottom lip. His eyes were devilish, playful, despite his gentle words.

“What do you mean?” Your eyes flicked up, wide with wonder, mouth softly parted. It drove Namjoon wild. 

“I don’t want you scared of me.” Leaning forward with a sinful smile, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered, “I want you to enjoy yourself when you’re with me like this.” 

Oh god. Your eyes fluttered shut, something you couldn’t name liquefying in your belly at his words. 

“So I’m gonna need to know what you like, baby girl. I need you to tell me. Or show me.” His eyes were practically laughing at you now. The smirk on his lips was beautiful, cocky and dangerous for your health.

“But what… what if I don’t know what I like...yet?” You swallowed.

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Ever poised and always in control, he suppressed the jolt of excitement that coursed through him at your words.

 “Is that why you’re so shy with me?”

“Is..what?” Your brow scrunched in confusion, before your eyes went wide, realizing what you’d admitted. Trying to correct your mistake, you floundered, sputtering out “oh! That’s-thats not…I mean, I’m not…I ha-...we just…” 

“Shh, it’s okay.” His fingers slowly traced up and down your sides. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” 

“It’s just that, we’ve only had two other nights together. And either time we didn’t… we never... did more than kiss.” Your palms rested against his broad chest, fingers embedding absent minded patterns into his skin. You couldn’t help it. Your affection for him spilled out unconsciously.

Placing a hand over yours, he brushed his fingers over your knuckles. 

“Would you like to?” His voice was so husky this time of night, so rich and deep.

“Yes,” You whispered, head nodding softly. “How would we start?” You wondered. The words had barely left your mouth before your eyes were fluttering shut, his hands tracing lightly down your sides, his pace achingly slow until he reached your hips.

“Just like this,” he whispered. Curving his hands to palm the arc of your hip bones, he grunted , abruptly pulling you flush against him as you gasped. He made no attempts to hide his hunger tonight. As his gaze fell heavy on your mouth, his tongue flicked to trace his own lips. The sight of that alone overwhelmed you.

“Namjoon,” you breathed. The way he was looking at you, the way he held you- it was too much, too much all at once. Thumbs brushing tenderly into the fold of your hips, he dipped down, his face so close his lips brushed yours as he spoke. A predatory smile slipped across his face as he whispered,“ What is it, baby?”

“Kiss me….” it was meant to come out softly, but instead squeaked out as a whine. “Please.”

And in an instant, his lips had crushed against yours. A moan you couldn’t contain slipped out of you and he used it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Oh…..god. It’d been days since you’d kissed him, and even then, it hadn’t been like this. Today he was hungry, ravenous and every part of his kiss showed it. 

His lips were soft and decadent, his kiss greedy to taste you. Your hands found themselves threaded in his always perfectly styled hair, woven in at his scalp, tugging to keep from tipping off the edge of the world as his tongue dove back in your mouth. His hands gripped into your hips so tight, you swore there’d be bruising in the morning. Perfect purple fingertips speckled across your skin. And you relished in it. You’d wear them like a badge of honor the next day.

Lost in the rhythmic, sloppy pattern of his lips, you didn’t notice when your hips began to glide against his. His hands traveled to grab your waist, his own hips bucking to match your pace. When you caught his lip between your teeth, he couldn’t help but snap his hips up against you, a gasp tumbling from your lips as he did. You found your back arching in pleasure as something effervescent began to build between your legs. 

You’d wrapped your arms around his neck entirely, hands buried in his hair. You couldn’t get close enough to him. Your kisses were reckless, needy now as you felt him growing beneath you. You wanted more of him-needed more of him… if only you could..

“God, Namjoon…I-”

“F-ck… god, y/n.” 

Foreheads pressed against each other, you both laughed, chests heaving frantically. A smile a mile wide blossomed on your face when you realized how wrecked you both were just from kissing each other. Laughter filled the space between you.

“God, you’ve gotten good at that.” He smiled, his eyes warm as he took in how beautiful you looked with your tousled hair and wild eyes. 

“I had a lot of ground to make up.” You admitted bashfully. “You’re so much better at all of this than me.” 

“I don’t know about that. You’ve been driving me crazy, y/n,” He dragged his mouth up your jaw to place an open mouthed kiss on your neck beneath your ear. It bloomed ruby against your skin- the way it drew his name to tumble off your tongue was the sweetest, most sinful sound he’d ever heard. “See? That’s what I’m talking about- how am I supposed to function all day knowing you make sounds like that?”

“J-joonie, stop… I cant… think when you do that.” You shuddered.

“Do what?” He arched a brow at you as he pulled back, feigning innocence with those wicked eyes.

“You know what.” You leveled him with a playful glare that just made him laugh. Your face became softer, thoughtful as you raked his hair back out of his eyes for him. “Hey, joon?”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as you said his name. “What is it, princess?”

“I’m glad it was you.” Your voice breathy as you whispered. His eyes flashed open at your words. “It could’ve been anyone. I’m so glad it was you.” 

Taking one of your hands in his, he pressed a tender kiss to your palm, exhaling slowly.

“I know this...whole situation has been strange.” His voice was lower now, deeper. “You never asked for this. To be here with me, be a part of this life. A girl as sweet as you married into the mafia? I know you grew up in this world- but no girl grows up dreaming their marriage would be arranged like this.” He licked his lips, brows furrowing to show you he was serious. 

“No, I didn’t.” You admitted. “In a million years I never would’ve picked it. But, the second I saw you across the room… I- I don’t know. I knew I had to be beside you. There was just- something so different about you.” Your words felt inadequate to express how struck you’d been by him that day. Something in his eyes the day your father’s had introduced you had drawn you in and never let you go.

He’d been waiting for you that day at the top of the neatly carved stone steps in a suit so black and so crisp you could’ve cut yourself on it. The elegant tailoring hugged a body so statuesque that it was clear you’d never met a man more gorgeous than him and never would. Definitely not anyone one as sexy or dangerous. 

But then, there was something more- just behind the fierceness of his presence. Beyond the aura of power around him lay the puzzle piece that was the most unique- the kindness he hid in his deep mocha eyes, the gentleness tucked away in the smiling corners of his full lips. When he’d pressed a kiss to the back of your knuckles that day in the dappled sunlight of the stained glass windows, something inside you just knew- Namjoon was different.

When he’d told you that no matter what, as dangerous as this life was, he was determined to keep you comfortable, keep you safe, that you’d always be protected with him-you knew he was genuine. That as far as he even could make that kind of promise- he meant it. You knew he’d do whatever he could to treat you right. With your history as the kingpin's daughter, you knew men that like were hard to find. His noble intentions alone had been enough to make you try to trust him. To build a bridge that began a shaky alliance.

When your wedding day had arrived after all of three conversations between you both, he’d snuck into your suite before the ceremony to make sure it was still what you wanted. His fist full of flowers, he’d called you beautiful but given you the chance to call it all off if that was what you wanted.

That was the second you knew you were his. 

After securing your yes, he’d placed a kiss in your hair, slipped a golden hair comb into your palm that had been his mother’s and slipped back out of the room as silent as he’d entered with a whispered promise to see you at the altar. When you entered the church, you didn’t see anyone but him. Fitted black tux and hair swept back out of his eyes, his dimples were on display just for you. He’d slipped your hand in his once you’d made it down the aisle, winking when it ruffled the priest's feathers, but never letting go.

When he slid a golden band past your knuckle, you realized the filigree in the metal mirrored the brocade woven across his blazer- a gesture of the pride he took in catering to every detail he could for you. When the priest told him to kiss the bride, he’d seen the nervous panic in your eyes, choosing instead to whisper, “our first kiss will be ours. It doesn’t belong to these people,” as he turned to place the sweetest kiss on your cheek, just catching the corner of your lip. 

That was the moment you knew you’d done the right thing.

Your massive wedding reception had been a blur of names, faces, negotiations. Because what was a wedding if not a chance to strengthen ties? At some point, Namjoon had vanished. No doubt pulled away by people’s eager, self interested ploys disguised as congratulatory small talk. You sighed. The family business clearly had no care for your comfort on this once in a lifetime day. Disappointing yes, but It didn’t surprise you.

 So you’d resigned to settle in the immaculately gilded venue hall, half buried beneath the layers of your tulle gown, left alone to polish off the champagne and fend off invasive questions by yourself. The prodding, transactional affair had left you feeling dizzy and sick like an overworked show pony, but the second Namjoon reappeared, he was glued to your side. A whispered apology later, He’d pressed his hand to your waist, carving small circles into the small of your back with his thumb and dismissing the aggressive family friends pointedly reminding you of how soon you needed to have his child.

His breath swirling warm by your ear, he’d dipped down to whisper, “don’t pay them any mind. That happens when you’re ready. Not a second before,” before returning to the conversation, clutching you reassuringly close to his side as he excused you both to finally slice your cake. 

That was the moment you saw the first glimpse of a future with him.

When he’d winked your way as buttercream frosting painted across his dimples, you felt the first bright beginnings of something beautiful blossom in your chest for him. You’d smeared the decadent cake across his face as the guests cheered, ignoring the glint of the glock tucked behind his hip. He’d playfully promised to get you back for that later as you both escaped beneath a magical cloud of confetti to the safety of his glossy black vintage car. For the first time, it was truly the two of you and not another soul.

That was the moment you finally felt yourself catch your breath

When you’d found yourself in his high rise that night, still buttoned up in ethereal white, you hadn’t known quite what to do with yourself. There was no hiding the fact that you were insanely attracted to this man. But you’d also just met him. Wonderful as he was shaping up to be, he was still a glorified stranger to you, even if you were now legally bound to him.

As kind as he was, he was still a man. With there being no prior discussion on how the night would go- you had to assume he was a man who was probably expecting what every man did on his wedding night. Surely, no man in his line of work especially was going to sit back and not get what they wanted on a night like tonight. In your circles, it was his right to. And you knew that.

You remembered his words whispered in your ear at the wedding reception, but who was to say those hadn’t just been said to keep you from bolting out the first available door? You hated to think he was capable of that, but truthfully, it was still far too soon to really know him. So, despite the way your heart leapt in your chest, desperately hoping Namjoon’s previous sentiments were genuine and true, you still braced yourself to be taken, whether you were ready or not.

But... he hadn’t. 

Instead, he’d come to stand behind you, hands gentle on your waist, and planted sweet, tender kisses to the backs of your shoulders as he whispered, “we can go as slow as you want tonight. There’s no pressure here.”

This king was in no rush for an heir— it seemed he was perfectly content with romancing his queen—and it took the breath clean out of you. His lips had ghosted down along the side of your throat as he’d pulled away from your ear until your hands had caught his. Your wide trusting eyes trained on his as you guided his hands to the back of your dress.

A soft exhale later, He’d carefully begun undoing each button down the back of your cloud-like gossamer gown with achingly slow precision. You’d been so flustered, so divinely overwhelmed that you couldn’t bear to look at him as he touched you. Instead, you let yourself get lost drinking in the view as his fingers worked, distracting yourself with the glittering city skyline on the horizon from his rooftop high rise window.

From behind you, he’d smiled a soft smile he knew you couldn’t see as he watched your eyelids flutter, felt the way your breathing stuttered and trembled even as you sank against him. He allowed his lips to slowly get acquainted with the honey sweet taste of your skin as he went, dropping glorious velvet kisses along the way that bloomed across your spine.

The warmth of his lips had left you dizzy and craving, desperate to turn in his arms and catch his mouth in yours. But as the last button was finally unlatched, he’d stilled. A moment later, he embedded a warm, lingering kiss against your neck before stepping away to let you finish undressing alone- leaving you to stand in awe in the middle of the floor.

That was the moment you fell in love with him.

He’d been so careful not to rush you. How could you not?

Several moments later after a knock on the door, he’d returned with chilled champagne and a crystal flute in hand for each of you. Tangling his fingers with yours, he’d led you to his bedroom, your breath catching at the panoramic, floor to ceiling view of the sleeping city that could not see you back. Namjoon had all of it wrapped around his pinky, but his eyes only saw you that night. 

Guiding you to the edge of his bed, he’d asked before slipping the silken straps of your nightgown off your shoulders and kissing his way from your collarbone up your throat. He’d told you how beautiful you were- how stunning you’d been since the moment he’d laid eyes on you, how perfect you’d looked coming down the aisle to meet him- before gently leaning into you for his first taste of your lips. True to his word, you’d had your first kiss alone together, skin to skin in the decadent stillness of his candlelit bedroom.

You’d spent the night tangled in his black satin sheets, wrapped in his arms, forehead to forehead as you whispered to each other . When your eyes had begun to fall heavy, your body soft and sluggish from all the champagne, he’d pulled you naked against his chest to let you fall asleep in his arms. 

That was the first night. The business had required his attention for the next days after, and he hadn’t come to find you those nights. It had left you with a lot to process- you were already falling so deeply for him.

The second night, he returned to find your cravings for each other had grown deeper, headier, dizzier, but the dance was still delicate and Namjoon didn’t push. He’d been pulled away again, the ache in your chest growing insistent with your craving for him. And now, on the third night, here you both were, hearts wrapped up in each other, getting to know the other while you sat bare in his lap, straddling him, and desperate for more. 

Now you knew. 

Now you knew what you wanted.

 But how to…

“Namjoon?” you began.

“Yes, Princess?” He caressed your face, tucking strands of your hair back in place. “What is it?”

“you asked earlier where I’d like to start...” 

“Yes,” he smiled. “Do you have an answer yet?” His charming grin was back.

“Can I ride you?” For all your boldness, it tumbled out in a whisper rather than the seductive breathiness you’d hoped for. Your wide eyes locked on his, nervous for his reaction.

“Oh.” He swallowed, cocky smirk slipping right off his face. Whatever he’d been expecting you to say, it sure as hell wasn't that. Unable to read his reaction, you began pulling back.

“Un- unless you don’t want me to. You don’t have to I-“

“I want you to.” He interrupted, his words coming out too rushed. His eagerness made you giggle as he leaned forward to press his forehead to yours, laughing warmly. “See the mess you make of me?”

You smiled, proud of the effect you’d had on him. And eager to try. “Can you… show me how?” Your eyes found his, full of an innocence that undid him.

“Yeah,... yeah I can do that.” He gulped. His assured demeanor had slipped when he’d heard your boldness, but as he bit his lip in concentration, it was clear that his steady focus now was his form of restraint. He’d said things would go at your pace, and it took everything in him not to let the way he wanted to claim you strip the tenderness from this moment.

You needed him right now. He could not rush this. He could see the want, the desire in your eyes as he braced your hips once again, lifting you up to align you with him. He reminded himself to breathe before gently, excruciatingly slowly lowering you onto him. And the second he did, his vision went black.

 “Oh my god,” he choked the second he felt you around him. “Baby girl, do you always feel like this?” His brows pinched as his bottom lip found its way between his teeth. Had any woman he’d been with ever felt as good as you did now? 

Christ, he was almost done for now and he wasn't even fully inside you yet. He was beyond overwhelmed but he would not let his eyes leave yours. He couldn’t. No matter how badly he wanted to let them roll back in his head, he needed to stay present with you.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “Do you?” Your heavy lidded eyes were already drunk on him. You’d never felt this full, this complete before. You didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this, and the both of you hadn’t even properly started. 

“I hope so,” he chuckled. With a slow flourish of his hips, he finally sunk himself all the way into you, a throaty groan leaving both of you. 

He took a second to bask in how incredible you felt. When he looked up, his gaze wandered over your face, memorizing how beautiful you looked with him inside of you. The glow of your skin, the state of your hair, the perfect smile in the corner of your lips.

“What is it?” You asked, curious why his eyes had become so soft as he watched you. 

“Nothing,” He dismissed. He shook his head softly as a smile played on his lips.

“I love these,” you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his dimples, when all of a sudden your breath left you. The shift to move forward had changed his position in you, and the electric pull of it dazzled you. “Oh my god-What was that?” You asked, eyes full of wonder. 

“What- you mean this?” He smirked and rolled his hips up into you, pulling you down onto him. You might as well have been having an aneurysm. That felt incredible.

“God, Yes. How do I do that again?” Your wide eyes suddenly looked ready to devour him. He was living for it.

“Just like this, baby,” stilling his own movement, he guided the flow of your hips, up and down. He slipped his hands around to cradle the back of your thighs, guiding you until you could move on your own accord. When you started, your timid movement felt stuttered, almost mechanically slow as you found your pattern. But the second you finally did, He melted at your rhythm, unable to keep himself from moving with you. Matching your movement, he met your glide with gentle methodical thrusts of his own, leaving him on the startled edge of breathless beneath you.

“There you go. That’s it. God, you’re so good at this.” He gushed.

The way he moved with you was something borderline miraculous. You’d never felt anything-anything- like this. Like him. Your belly felt molten. Your nervous system was overloaded and sparkling, exploding like fireworks on the Fourth of July. 

Desperate for more of him, you snatched him to you, diving in and taking his lips in sloppy, wonton kisses. For the first time tonight, his hands slipped up and cradled the softness of your breasts and something in you snapped. Your pace as you bounced on him picked up into something frantic. As he kneaded the fullness of your breast, he slipped his tongue into your kiss and you felt it- felt each of your bones liquefy into mercury at his touch. 

“F-ck. God, y/n. Yes.” He buried his head in your shoulder as your fluid hips accelerated. At some point,  you weren’t even sure when, his fingers had found your nipples and whatever cadence your hips had previously followed crashed completely, creating a manic time signature all their own as his name flew sharp, high pitched from your mouth . 

“Ugh, baby I- I…” you stuttered incoherently, your voice sticky sweet with need for him. You didn’t even know what you were trying to say, but the feel of him beneath you, the way the sweaty warmth of your bodies was starting to make your skin stick together, the way his hungry kisses on your throat made it just that much harder to breathe, made you just that bit lightheaded….you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You felt on the verge of unraveling.

And he let you. He was too in awe of the wild, beautiful creature you’d become, too enamored with the way your body had molded into his. He got lost in the way your delicate face screwed itself together as you chased your high. He would never get over how deeply he was beginning to fall for you.

He noticed the way your bottom lip was swollen from how hard you were biting it now, holding back the illogical scream building in the back of your throat as you rocked with him. Why did something that felt so good make you almost want to cry?

“Shhh. hey, give me this,” his thumb brushed your lip free from the way you’d been torturing it, and in your maddened state, you pulled his thumb into your mouth to suck on it. Namjoon’s pulse exploded as he pulled you back in for another impossibly perfect kiss.

“Namjoon… I… I think I’m close, but I don’t… I don’t know how to....” Your nails had begun to dig half moons into his shoulders, and your lip was back between your teeth as shaky exhausted moans spilled out of you.

“How to what, baby girl?” He asked, just breathless.

“How do I let go?” Your brow was scrunched, eyes pleading- it took everything in him not to come undone at that alone. Captivated by how gorgeous you were as you looked up at him, he found himself leaning down to suck a path of glorious ruby splotches up your neck.

“Do you feel it?” His breath was warm against your ear now. “That pressure? That thing you can’t name that makes you feel like you’re losing your mind and finding it all at the same time?”

“Yes,” You panted, eyes squeezed shut, chest bouncing against his. 

“Then let go, feel it.” He instructed. 

“But…how?” Your beautiful face was almost in agony at how good he made you feel. The depth he hit inside you, the way the pleasure you felt overwhelmed you. All you wanted was to give into it.

“You don’t think- just feel it.” He whispered, his voice dark as honey. “I've got you, baby girl. You’re safe with me.”

Your hands buried themselves in his hair. You clutched the strands almost too hard, but Namjoon didn’t care. He reveled in the sting of it, watching your face as you unconsciously snatched his head back, a wicked smile overtaking him as he watched you.

 “Do you trust me?” He breathed, his gloriously low voice rumbling in his chest. 

You couldn’t think, couldn’t remember how to speak at this point. The ravenous tension building in your gut was stealing all your attention. It was all you could do just to nod your head yes for him. The beautiful wreck he’d made of you made a smile stretch across Namjoon’s lips.

“Then relax for me. Breathe. Let go, baby girl.” He slipped a hand between your bodies, his touch ghosting in a place that made your eyes shoot open and gasp.

Namjoon leaned his head back against the headboard and let you go. Gritting his jaw, he closed his eyes, fighting back the building pressure he’d told you to give yourself over to.

He needed to mentally pull back and let you enjoy this.

 If he could give you anything, it was making sure you finished first on your first time together. And from the way he could feel the electric tension building in his own abdomen from just watching you and feeling the constricting velvet warmth of you, he knew the second he took charge of what was happening, he’d be done for. It’d all be blown.

The lust he felt watching the gorgeous feral goddess his shy girl had become was consuming him. The hungry way your eyes raked over him, the bright flush on your glowing bare skin, the way you made him feel so desperate for you- He’d never felt anything like it.

 But beyond how incredible you made him feel, he was struck by how in awe of you he was. You’d been so brave to accept this whole arrangement. He never should have even found you- you shouldn’t have been real to start with.

You were so gentle and smart. Your heart was so kind. The way you trusted him with you so quickly had alarmed him. He was quickly becoming aware of how precious and rare you were. And what a privilege it was to be the man you’d allowed into your bed to fall apart on. You’d completely surprised him. You were beautiful. You were perfect. You were…

And that was the moment he knew.

Without a word, his hand reached up to cup your cheek. His other hand brushed back the stray strands of hair beginning to stick to your forehead as his hips quickened again to match your pace. Everything in him wanted to make you feel good. Gently caressing your face as he watched you, he couldn’t help the loving words leaving his mouth.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

Startled by his praise, you looked up. Everything about him just now was so gorgeous- he didn’t seem human. No one should look that perfect glistening in sweat like this, but he did. His body, his face, his aura - how in god's name had you gotten lucky enough to find him? To have him like this? When your eyes found his, his thumb brushed against your cheekbones, drawing your focus back to the moment, back to him. The look he gave you almost broke you in half.  

“Y/n, I'm in love with you.” 

And the cord in your belly snapped. Completely unraveled against him, as your body fell apart.

His admission had tipped you so far over the edge that you were free falling, careening straight into pleasure as the feeling of him- all of him- wracked your body. The sounds you made, the beautiful twisted cries of his name against his neck left him so close to falling apart with you. And that astounded him. It’d never happened for him at the same time as his lover. For a second, it almost wrecked him, but he held back. Determined to let your pleasure be the focus tonight.

And in one glorious instant, you collapsed. 

Melting into his neck, you unraveled. Panting, exhausted, you’d slumped against his body, your lifeless arms draped limply over his shoulders. You’d never felt so free of tension in your life. Chuckling to himself at the undone mess you’d become, His fingers lovingly traced your back as he pressed kisses along your jaw and in your hair. You still hadn’t said a coherent thing yet. 

“N-nam…Namjoon?” language was still clearly too clunky a thing for you to manage right now.

“Yes, Princess?” he chuckled at how far gone you were, lightly brushing your hair out of your face.

“That..was incredible,” you gushed the last word out in a breathy exhale. “Does it..always feel like this?” Tilting your head on his shoulder, you tried to peek up at him.

“It should, yes.” His eyes held so much affection, so much warmth as he smiled down at you. You lifted a wobbly finger to poke at his dimple, your own cheeks blushing as you giggled softly  against his skin. “I think it’s time for bed, baby girl.” 

He lifted you, body limp and boneless to lay beside him. Gasping as he pulled you off, you seemed to notice for the first time how hard he still was. Pressing up on your wrists, you resisted as he tried to tuck you in.

“But wait- we- you didn’t…” 

“Shh, I know..” he laughed warmly at your sudden concern. 

“But that’s not fair to you. I-“ 

“It’s okay, baby. Breathe,.” he cut you off, hands lovingly stopping your palms that you’d pressed to his chest. “That can be tomorrow’s adventure.” He winked, his warm breath heavy against your skin. Your eyes widened, a now familiar feeling glowing beneath your skin for him.

“Are you sure? I can always…” you slipped a hand free, tracing it slowly down his abdomen, your pressure increasing the lower you went. You caught the way his chest froze, completely still when your fingertips dipped to rest just below his navel.

“Y/n,” your name was so strangled and pretty when it fell from his lips. “No.” He caught your wrist again, more firmly this time. Bringing your hand to his lips, he pressed a slow kiss to the tip of each of your fingers before holding it against his cheek. His eyes fell heavy on your lips again, your pulse hitching at the solid unwavering lust in his eyes. When he spoke this time, his brows drawn together to gather the last bits of his composure he had left, you finally listened.

“We went at your pace. Now we go at mine.” The aura around him was so masculine then, so commanding- it was intimidating at best, but his tone with you was still gentle. Always. He was right- he’d been so patient and unhurried with you. The least you could do was return the same for him, no matter how greedy you felt for more now that you’d had him. Now matter how much you wanted to learn all the ways he tasted- you’d listen.

Nodding obediently, you leaned in to kiss him. “We go at your pace tomorrow.” The submission in your eyes tempted him to roll you over on your back right now and show you just how dangerous your word choice was, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned back into you, kissing you slow and sweet, tipping you until you were laying back, surrounded by the soft bedding. Bracing your head with his hand, he laid you down, chasing your lips with his.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, brushing your nose with his. Something tightened in him when he saw the way your eyes sparkled at his praise. He shook his head to clear it- thoughts like those were for another time. 

“Come lay with me?” you asked him. Your voice was honeyed, so sweet as your hands lovingly stroked through his hair, willing him to come scoop you up like he had the nights before.

“Of course, baby girl,” leaning down beside you, he slid his body against yours, moulding into your side as you laid on your back. You sighed when you felt the weight of him bury itself against your leg. Pressing your cheek against his chest, you buried your face into him as his hands traced the soft flesh of your stomach just beneath your breasts. The warmth of his skin and the glittering pin pricks of his touch dancing across your skin fused together in a perfect dance as you melted against him. It was so soothing and wonderful. The moment was so perfect in your blissed out high that without meaning to, the words had just slipped out.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” you whispered, the words hanging in the air above you both as his touch stopped.

Had that been too much? you wondered. He had said it too, but perhaps that had just been the adrenaline of the moment. Maybe he’d forgotten he said it. Or maybe he simply hadn’t meant it- not in the way you did. The silence unnerved you the longer it persisted. You went to pull away from him, suddenly embarrassed at your nakedness, when his hands reached out to pull your waist against him.

He tangled his legs with yours as his lips did the same, a sudden urgency to his kiss that hadn’t been there before. “You’re perfect,” he breathed, hushed between kisses. “Can’t believe you’re real.” When he pulled back, the smile that blossomed across his face was as bright as the midday sun. His happiness was brilliant, contagious, as he wrapped you against him, his broad palm splayed across your back.

Your fingers traced his collarbone, a giddiness you hadn’t expected flowing through you. “I think I’m going to like being your wife.” You confessed, a wide grin illuminating your face.

“Yeah? You think so?” His fingers dragged down the valley of your spine, delicate touches as you smiled beneath him.

“I’m so spoiled already.” You blushed, hiding your face away in the expanse of his chest.

“Not as much as i am,” he laughed, his bottom bitten as he smiled. He rolled to pull you against him as you settled into the arc of this chest. Lips in your hair, he felt himself starting to drift as the warmth of your body lulled him to rest. You’d been so thoroughly worn out tonight- it was taking everything in you to stay awake as it was, even without the steady patterns he was tracing into your skin as you laid with him. 

Eyes falling heavy, you pressed your nose to his collarbone, lightheaded at the warmth of his scent. Laying soft kisses on his neck, you felt the rumble of his laughter deep in his chest. 

“We’ll never get any rest if you keep doing that.”

Blushing, you dipped your head demurely back to his chest. “Sorry… I can’t help it.”

“I thought you were nervous with me.” He teased.

“How could I be after everything?” Your flushed cheeks betrayed how overwhelmed by him you still felt. 

“We’ll see how you are tomorrow then, won’t we? See if you’re still this good a girl for me when I taste you for the first time.” Tipping his finger beneath your chin, he lifted your lips to his, dizzying you with another molten, golden kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, teasing you with promises for the next time he brought you into his bed. When he pulled back with a pop, your body fell slack against him, enamored with the wicked gleam in his eyes 

“Maybe I want to taste you too,” you confessed, not one to be one upped. The look on his face was absolutely worth it, his eyelids falling heavy at the image of your angelic face doing something so obscene to him. He gulped, trying and failing to not be aroused by the thought, feeling himself swell traitorously against the top of your thigh.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a fun one, princess.” He squinted at you, tongue running over his teeth. You could play the game better than he thought.

“We’ll see won’t we?” You winked, nails dragging across his chest. Something low in his stomach lit up at your touch, a groan slipping out of his throat.

“Holy… woman, let me go to bed.” He pleaded, brows pinched together. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if you kept doing things like this.

“If that’s what you want. Your pace. Tomorrow.” your smile promised a thousand things Namjoon never thought he’d see in your innocent eyes. 

Before he knew what was happening, your lips were on his again, tongue warm and hungry, before turning around to press your back to his chest. Your hips nestled flush against him, a giggle betraying you when you felt rut him involuntarily against you.

Namjoon felt his eyes roll back in his head at the pressure of you against him, his hands locking themselves around your hips to still you and steady himself.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

Forehead pressed to the back of your neck, he shuddered as you curved yourself back against him again, slowly, almost imperceptibly this time. 

“I clearly underestimated how dangerous you are.” The smile in his voice betrayed him.

““Goodnight, husband,” You cooed, pulling his arm beneath your breast. Slipping his hand up to palm one, he nuzzled against your neck, a dark chuckle on his lips when you gasped.

“Tomorrow. My pace.”

-fin.

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[cloudystevie]

hi besties!!!! thank you so much for 3,000 followers thats... something i cannot even wrap my head around. when i started posting for shits in giggles in the summer i didnt expect to recieve so much love and make so many amazing friends who make my days so much better!! i love you all and am super grateful for all of you <333

so in honour of 3k best friends!!! im gonna have a sleepover!!! active from 6pm pst until the night ends! i hope we have some fun and you guys know how much i appreciate you!!!

what you can send in!:

moodboard requests! send me a character + aesthetic!

blurb requests! could be smutty of fluffy, dd/lg or no dd/lg!

rants! and i could try to give shitty advice lol

cast your mutuals as...! pretty self explanatory i think!

would you rathers! could be between scenarios or characters!

fmk(iss)! because i dont wanna kill anyonekdksks

unpopular opinions! self explanatory lol

questions! anything i think i am comfortable answering about myself i will answer!

if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask me!!! i hope we can have some fun tonight <333

#jasmeen hits 3k! #come join besties!!

[bookplush]

tagged by @buoyantsaturn

name: annie

pronouns: she/her (but also any work i’ve never gotten why ur supposed to care abt pronouns. whatever works)

height: 4′10″ 😌

favorite bands: mmm idk the mountain goats? i don’t listen to many bands anymore

favorite artists: orla gartland, billie marten, jack stauber, lots of others too that i dont feel like listing lol

song stuck in your head: currently listening to the louvre by lorde so that ig

last movie you watched: i have no clue i haven’t watched a movie since like. january. ??? no idea

last show you binged: slings and arrows everyone go watch slings and arrows its on youtube and its great i love slings and arrows sm

when you created this account: halloween night 2015 babey (about a month after i turned 13)

other blogs: too many to list. honestly i have 83 in total and thats after a recent blog purge i had ~120 at one point. of those 83 i think ~50 are in use the rest are url hoards 👉👈 tumblr dont delete me hahahahahha. anyways some of the ones that are actually worth looking at are @pjozz, @unwieldyink, @necrodiangelo. i also have a sideblogs page on my blog if ur interested in looking at my others, i have one for every side fandom i’ve ever been in and also a bunch of aesthetic sideblogs. basically i use the “new blog” button like other people use tags lmao.

why i chose my url:

@bookplush- i’m actually not cool and my mom signed me up for tumblr lmao (again i was barely 13) so she chose this one because i was being indecisive about a username. she just looked at my bookshelves and named what she saw (books and plush toys [like stuffed animals]) and said bookplush! and i liked it and there would be so many broken links if i change it now so i just kept it

@pjozz- this one is my fandom moodboard blog (inactive now) and originally it was called heroesofemotions but that. is a dumb name. so i changed it and i wanted something simple and short but had pjo in it so!! pjozz it is

@unwieldyink- i actually don’t really like this url much anymore. i made this blog (my writing/fic blog) in like 2017 or something and i wanted to pick something that sounded ~writery~ and ~poetic~ but now i just think it sounds silly and pretentious lol but AGAIN i would have so many broken links and there have been so many times that i’ve looked for a blog and not been able to find it bc they change their url that i kind of. never change urls ever now so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@necrodiangelo- this is my nico aes blog and the url is obviously nicodiangelo but necro instead of nico. i am very proud of this pun everyone look at it look at it now.

number of people i follow: 510

followers: on this blog? 651. it’s my third most followed blog i believe. first is @pjozz even tho its inactive now rip and second is @unwieldyink

hours of sleep: it really varies some nights its 12 and some nights its like 4 lmao. tonight is gonna lean more towards that second option because i’m not even a third of the way thru my math homework due at 9am tomorrow :) gonna be up all night doing it but thats ok thats the sunday night routine now

lucky number: dunno if i have a lucky number but my fav numbers are 2 and 7 so any combination of those. 2, 7, 22, 27, 72, etc

currently wearing: pajamas. constellation sweatpants and a tank top. oh and fuzzy socks :3

dream trip: i’m such a travel romanticizer i literally daydream about going EVERYWHERE. i want to go everywhereeee. my dream trip would be like. dipping into every single country in the world lmao but that’s obviously not feasible.

dream job: i simply do not dream of labor /hj. but actually uhhh idk i daydream about being a writer or actor or singer or some other creative so i guess that. but i’m never gonna be those irl so

favorite gift(s): idk gift giving and receiving are both more of a hassle to me than anything. BUT i like gifts that are like. “oh i saw this on the way home and thought of you!!” those are cute! thats why i send my friends posts that remind me of them :3. but like. when i have to give or receive gifts for an Official Occasion like birthday or whatever that’s. hhhh too much pressure

favorite song: NO clue bud. probably something by orla i love orla

universes i’d like to visit: i. don’t know what this one means tbh. like fictional universe? i mean i’d always love to go to chb

tagging: anyone who wants to! sorry its late and i don’t wanna go through who has and hasn’t been tagged already lol

#sorry if this seems more low energy than usual im. sleeby. and fed up w this homework #anyways yes thank u for tagging me!

[beautifullydisconnected]

Bite Me. (Part 1)

Pairing: Vampire Harrison x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,970

Warnings: None that I can think of off the top of my head

A/N: This is the first part of the series! Again thank you @hazssouthernbelle for the moodboard and for reading it and doing some editing! Anyways, here we go let me know what you think!

Part 2 Part 3

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October 15, 1759

She was here tonight. She looked stunning. The way her laugh hypnotizes a room, her eyes crinkling ever so slightly, as she tosses her head back. Whenever she enters the room she lights it up. She is everything I have been searching for. I need her. I want her, but she doesn’t know me. She can never know me. It’s too dangerous. I’m too dangerous.

November 27, 1759

I talked to her today, and she was even more wonderful than I could have imagined. Her eyes are mesmerizing. When she looks at you it is as if the entire world stops, and it’s you and her and that’s it. I know I have to keep my distance but talking to her can’t do any harm right?

December 24, 1759

She was at the Christmas ball tonight. I swear when she moves it’s like she is floating on air. I talked to her again, and we are going for a walk tomorrow, after the banquet.

December 25, 1759

I knew I should have left her alone. I knew I should never have gone near her. I can’t believe I let this happen. I can’t believe I let myself go.

“Ya, you should have left me alone,” you slammed the journal shut. It had been 260 years since the night you were turned, well almost 260 years. You had read Harrison’s journal multiple times, but you never found out why he did what he did, and you had never asked him, because you wanted nothing to do with him. For the past 259 years you had been running from him, fighting the urge to see him. You refused to let your sire bond form, so you fought it, by staying as far away from him as possible. Which was harder than it seemed, seeing as no matter what he found you. He had left letters, flowers, dresses, jewelry, trying to apologize to you, but you never let him close enough to speak.

The first few months after the transition were the hardest, your cravings were insane, and you had no idea how to feed, and you did not want to feed on humans, and yet, you did. You remember the horrible events that occurred those first few months. You remembered the faces, the looks of horror that haunted you to this day. Now you tried to feed primarily on animals, and if you could swipe a blood bag from a hospital near by you would. Over the years you adjusted to life as a vampire, you learned to relocate yourself once people your age began to show signs of aging and you didn’t. You had lived all over the world, and worked a variety of different jobs to support yourself, but you never expected to end up back in Westland Heights.

My Love,

I know that you are still mad at me for what I did to you all those years ago. And I know no matter what I do or say to you will ever be able to make up for the life that I stole from you, but I need your help. I would not be writing to you if it was not of the utmost importance.

Meet me where all of this began, on the first day of fall. I wish I could tell you more, but for now this is all I can write.

Regretfully yours,

Harrison

A few weeks ago you received that letter from Harrison. When it first arrived you refused to even open it. It sat on your vanity for days before you willed yourself to take a look at it. After you first transitioned he wrote you all the time, but eventually the letters ceased, and you figured he finally got the hint you wanted nothing to do with him. So the fact that he sent this must have meant something important or urgent was happening.

You hadn’t been back to the manor since that fateful Christmas night, but here you were making your way back. Honestly, why you even decided it was a good idea to go back was beyond you. Maybe it was intrigue in what Harrison wanted, or maybe it was your bond pulling you to him, and you were unable to fight it anymore. You had fought your bond for 259 years, so that couldn’t be it. Could it? Whatever the reason being, here you were standing in the place that held so many memories. As you pushed open the door of the manor you were surprised you could enter without being invited, but then you remembered the owner of the house was actually dead and you didn’t need an invitation. You could hear the faint sound of a record playing from one of the rooms near the back of the manor.

“Harrison,” you called out, slightly annoyed he wasn’t there waiting, “I’m here, what do you want?” You continued to look around the entrance. A lot had changed since the last time you walked through these halls, and yet there was something very familiar to them. As you made your way to where the music was coming from you were taken aback by what you saw. You hadn’t seen Harrison in probably 150 years, and here he was sitting in front of you. Plain white t-shirt and jeans, which was quite possibly the least dressed up you had ever seen him. You never imagined him actually dressing for the era he lived in.

“My eyes are up here love,” he teased, as you shook your head to regain your composure. Had his eyes always been that blue? Get your act together, you’re still mad at him for turning you.

“And I asked what do you want?” standing your ground.

“Honestly, I never thought you’d actually come, but I guess now that you’re here, I have a problem,” he stood up walking past you, “You coming?” He started up the stairs.

As you followed him up the stairs and down the hallway, you couldn’t help but notice the pictures hung on the walls. There was one girl who seemed to be in quite a number of photos, but you had never seen her before. You never did ask Harrison how long he had been a vampire for but guessing from the photos he had to be at least 550 years old. You were so mesmerized by the photos on the wall you hadn’t notice Harrison had stopped at the end of the hall in front of a large set of doors. He was watching you as you walked down the hallway, even after all this time he had never met someone as beautiful as you, but he knew that what he did was unforgivable. He was stupid to think that you would even help him with the task he had in front of him, but you were the only person left he could trust, or he hoped.

“So, what do you want? Why am I here? Are you going to turn me into some other freak of nature without my permission?” You sassed. A pang of guilt and heartbreak crashed into Harrison’s chest as you spoke.

“Love, I know that what I did to you all those years ago was unforgivable and I never expect you to forgive, me or even help me but I am desperate.” As he finally pushed open the large doors behind him, you could not even comprehend what you were looking at. There in a bed laid Tom.

When you first turned you spent months gathering information about vampires, and everything related to them. You had heard stories and rumors, but always believed that it was just away to scare young people into staying in at night, and not going out into the woods, never would you have believed that one day you would be one of them. As you were going through book after book, a name kept appearing, Tom. It was believed that he was the original vampire. There were many myths around how he came to be, but what was known was that he was powerful, and that no one had seen him in over a thousand years, thats was, until now.

“Harrison,” your throat dry, “why is the original here, in your house?”  

“Funny story,” he looked to the ground rubbing the back of his neck, “He’s not the original. I am.” The world around you began to blur, and Harrisons voice sounded as if it was traveling through a tunnel, and the next thing you know, you’re staring up at the ceiling with Harrison standing over you.

“Love, are you alright,” concern in his eyes, and voice, as he helped you sit up.

“I-uhm,” you were trying to get your words together as they floated through your mind, “did you just say you were the original?”

“I did,” he grabbed your hand to help you up, and steady you on your feet. Tom was still in the bed looking more sickly then he had when you first entered.

“If you’re the original, how did Tom become the man in the stories? And what is wrong with him?” You looked over at him, his brown curly hair sticking to his forehead, and his already pale skin, looking almost translucent, and his eyes look void of all life, well more so than they already were. Harrison moved over to the two chairs in front of the fire place in the room, and gestured for you to take the other seat. As you looked at Harrison you could see how exhausted he was, how his shoulders were slightly slumped forward, his demeanour now more vulnerable than you had noticed. As you took your seat across from him, you could see that he was trying to find words to explain everything.

“I thought I knew what I was going to say. I even thought about writing it down, but thought that was a bit excessive, and now I have no idea where to start,” his words pouring out of his mouth, without a second thought. He finally looked up at you. There was a pain in his eyes that showed years of torture, guilt, and sadness. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, running his hand through his hair, and then dragging both hands down his face, before readjusting in his seat again.

“First off you could tell me what the heck is wrong with Tom?” you looked to the young man in the bed who had not said a word, since you entered the room. Every part of him looked to be fading away. As Harrison looked at him, his heart began to break, it was his fault that he was in this position, and his fault that you were being brought into it too.

“It’s all my fault,” he sighs, “Everything is my fault.” He shoves himself out of his seat and begins to pace across the floor.

“Harrison,” you get up to stand in front of him, trying to get him to focus. You reach out and place your hand on his arm, and you can instantly feel him relax into you. “I cannot help you with whatever is happening unless, you tell me what is going on.” You were trying to stay calm, but everything in you was screaming to run. He let out a deep sigh, giving into his defeat.

“She’s back.”

“Who’s back?” You had never read of any girl or woman when researching the original. All that had ever been written was that he had powers, and you read of the horrors and atrocities that he committed.

“The one who turned me into a Vampire over five hundred years ago.”

“Do you mean the girl in the photos in the hallway?” Harrison nodded his head.

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[harryfeatgaga]

PLEASE MAKE VACATION MOODBOARDS TONIGHT OH MY WOW THATS A DREAM -🌙

WNBDHUJENDBHF I SHALL 

Anonymous said: someone tell Harry to repierce his ear pleaseeeeei need a lil gold hoop moment -🌙

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[today-we-will-survive]

meet me in the tree house

Moodboard made by @snowflakeu25

BTS au-imagine

Yoongi x Reader Y/N

fluff, romance

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: This was a request from @snowflakeu25 💜

Three knocks on his studio door.

A gruff voice, muffled by the walls enters your ears and you twist the knob and push into the room with your hip since your other hand is preoccupied carrying a shallow box of takeout containers. A boy sits in a computer chair facing a mountain of recording equipment. Speakers jut from the two corners of the ceiling. Three large monitors sit atop the mountain, an expanse of panels, keyboards, knobs and sliders filling the valley below. At the sound of you entering the room, he turns around, his mouth twitching into a quick smirk before his eyes fall to the food in your hands.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hey,” Yoongi replies spinning around fully to face the coffee table as you set the box down on its surface.

“Working hard?” you ask and take a seat on the leather couch that sits adjacent to him.

Yoongi stretches, arching his back and raising his arms in the air with a groan. “Always,” he says. “Chinese?”

“You know it.”

The two of you are quiet for a while as you work at getting all of the take out containers open and onto the coffee table. Then you pass him a pair of chopsticks before taking your own pair and grabbing the closest container. You’ve watched Yoongi become a big time producer, his songs winning award after award. You’ve seen him on tv, standing on stages, making speeches, wearing designer clothes and being adored by people that don’t know him.

Yet every Wednesday, you come to Bighit, the security guard giving you a smile and a nod of recognition and you take the elevator up to the fourth floor, carrying take out, walk down that hallway lined with albums that have gone gold and platinum before reaching the studio. And there you find him, in his baggy sweats and baggy shirt, sometimes a beanie to keep his hair out of his eyes and he’d turn and greet you with that same tired smile. He’s never treated you different. He’s never let the fame get to him. Probably because he knows how far of a fall it would be back to the bottom where he started if he were to let it all go to his head.

You moved to the city not long after Yoongi got the job at Bighit. The two of you have been best friends since you were in fourth grade, when he moved into the house next door to yours. He had a tree house in his backyard that you had been eying for a while and when his mom had forced him to come over and ask you to play, you’d been ecstatic to finally be able to see the inside of it. It was as cool as you’d thought it would be, and that was where you’d spend a lot of late nights during the summer.

As you got older, the tree house transformed from a playhouse to a safe house. If your parents were fighting or lashing out at you, you’d send a quick text to him asking him to meet you there. And by the time you climbed up the rope ladder, the hatch would already be open and Yoongi would be waiting for you, his ears open to listen or his arms open to hold you, whichever you needed. Usually, it was both.

Once he moved away after college, there wasn’t much left for you in your small town, so you followed him, getting a job in the city and hanging out whenever he was free. Which wasn’t as often lately.

“So what have you been working on?” you ask before shoving a piece of orange chicken into your mouth.

Yoongi perks up, swallowing his mouthful of food before spinning to face his desk again. “Tell me what you think of this. Then with a couple clicks of his mouse and a press of a button on one of his keyboards, the room fills with music.

You close your eyes so you’re not distracted by anything and listen to the steady rhythm as it builds. After a few measures, Yoongi’s familiar voice starts in, delivering the deep lyrics he’s become so well-known for. You can feel the smile spreading your mouth as you listen, your head automatically bobbing to the beat. You’re really enjoying the song when suddenly it cuts off and you open your eyes to find Yoongi looking at you, his hand poised on his keyboard. You frown.

“What did you stop it for?”

“I just wanted to give you a sneak peek. You can’t hear the whole song until the mixtape is done.”

“Mixtape?” you ask as your smile returns.

Yoongi smiles back and looks down at his hands shyly. “By the way, I’m making a mixtape.

You let out an excited squeal, reaching out to hit his arm over and over, his smile growing bigger with every hit. “Are you serious?” you finally ask when he’s rolled out of your reach. “You’ve been wanting to do a mixtape forever!”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’ve finally gotten some time to work on it so I’ve been kind of messing around, writing some stuff.”

You pick up the container of pork fried rice, poking at it as you shake your head. “I’m really excited for you, Yoongi. It’s going to be amazing.”

“I hope.”

“It will be,” you say. “You’re crazy talented.”

Just then you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket and when you reach for it and look at the screen, you can’t help but smile. The room is silent as you type a response to the message you received.

“Who has the audacity to interrupt our Wednesday night dinner?” Yoongi asks jokingly as he wheels back over and swipes a container off of the coffee table.

You send the message and set your phone onto the table before taking another bite of rice. “Just a guy I’ve been talking to,” you say. “Sorry.”

Yoongi blinks, obviously caught off guard by your response. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I didn’t know you were talking to someone.”

“Yeah,” you say with a shy smile. “I met him at a party last weekend and, I don’t know. We got to talking and now we’ve been texting each other a bit.”

Yoonig lets out a grunt, suddenly very interested in the container he’s holding.

“I don’t know,” you say again. “I think I’m finally in a place to start wanting to date again…you know, after everything that happened with—”

“Y/N,” Yoongi says cutting you off. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about him. I’m glad you’re able to move on now. I’m happy for you.”

You tilt your head as you study your best friend. His words sound genuine but the sentiment doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. “Thanks,” you utter. You hear your phone vibrate against the coffee table and you watch as Yoongi’s gaze falls to it for a split second before focusing back on poking his chopstick into his food.

*

*

Y/N: So Chinese again tonight or something different?

Yoongi: Ive got a lot of work to do tonight. I dont think I can hang out.

Y/N: Oh ok. See u next week then?

Yoongi: Sure.

*

*

Y/N: Hey, did u want to go out tonight instead of me bringing something? Theres a new ramen place I wanted to try.

Yoongi: cant hang out tonight. Busy.

Y/N: …ok. Next week then? I miss u.

Yoongi: Sure.

*

*

Y/N: ok. Im kidnapping u tmrrw night. I kno u dont rlly like going anywhere on Wednesday nights since u hav to work but we havnt hung out in like 3 weeks and I want to take u to see this new horror movie with me. And I kno that telling u Im kidnapping u kind of negates the whole “kidnapping” thing but I kno u dont like surprises.

Yoongi: cant.

Y/N:…really?

Yoongi: Sorry. I have to work.

Y/N: man…ur working a lot lately, arnt u?

Yoongi: its my job, Y/N. Maybe next week.

Y/N: Next week Im going to be back home to visit some family.

Yoongi: oh ok.

Y/N: Whatever, Yoongi. If u dont want to hang out anymor, just say it.

Y/N: Or dont. Whatever.

*

*

Yoongi: hey

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: I know ur mad at me but please respond.

Yoongi: Y/N I was just being an idiot.

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: Please talk to me.

Yoongi: look, I kno ur reading my texts and I kno u probably wont respond but if u end up seeing this, please meet me in the tree house in like twenty minutes. Alright? Thats where Ill be. I need to talk to u.

*

“The tree house?” you utter as you re-read his last text. As in the one at his parent’s house? The one that’s over an hour away from the city the two of you live in now?

You’re at a family dinner at the moment but you’ve all already eaten and now your parents are just talking to your aunt and uncle and though you’re a bit reluctant to actually meet up with Yoongi (since you’re still pretty pissed at him for ditching you for the past three weeks) he’s the perfect excuse for you to duck out early. And you do just that, saying goodnight to your extended family before telling your parents that you have to run but you’ll see them back at home later. Then you head out before anyone can argue.

It’s about a thirty minute drive from the restaurant back to your house. You can’t even bring yourself to pretend to feel bad for making him wait those ten extra minutes wondering if you’re even going to show up. It serves him right. The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and have been doing Wednesday night dinner together ever since he got the job at Bighit. After all this, he decides he’s too busy to hang out? He’s never been too busy. Has the fame finally gotten to his head?

A terrible thought occurs to you as you pull into the driveway at your childhood home. What if he wants to meet you to break things off? To tell you that he doesn’t have time for friends anymore. That you shouldn’t come around anymore because it’s interfering with his work. That he’s outgrown you.

With an angry jerk of the stick shift, you jam your car into park and turn off the engine, yanking the key out. You can already feel yourself getting worked up as you slam the door and stomp across the yard to Yoongi’s house. When you get through the gate and enter the backyard, your eyes trail up to the tree house where it resides in the tall maple in the middle of the lawn. The sun is almost all the way set and the sky is already turning a medium shade of blue. It’s getting dark fast and you can see golden light filtering out of the windows in the tree house. He’s there. Good.

You take a deep breath then make your way up the rope ladder. This was a lot easier when you were younger, and smaller, and you can’t help but wonder how much longer this rope will even hold. With that thought, you scurry up the last few rungs, hoping the whole time that it won’t snap on you. Then, when you poke your head up through the hole, your eyes fall on Yoongi.

He’s laying on his back, hands on his stomach and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. At the sound of your arrival, he turns his head, his gaze locking with yours.

He sits up quickly. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

You back away from the hole in the floor until your spine rests against the wall. “I wasn’t going to but it was an excuse to duck out of dinner early.” You cross your arms. “What are you even doing here, Yoongi?”

Your best friend gets to his feet. “I wanted to talk to you about…everything.”

“Well?”

Yoongi sighs, bringing up a hand to scratch behind his ear. A nervous tick you’ve always thought was a bit endearing. “I guess I just got kind of…jealous.”

Um…

You stand there against the wall blinking for several seconds, not really sure if you heard him right. “Jealous,” you finally say. Yoongi nods. Your brow furrows and you let out a humorless laugh. “I’m sorry, Mr. Big-shot producer, what the heck would you be jealous of?”

As if on cue, your phone chimes in your pocket and Yoongi’s eyes fall to the outline of it against your thigh. You’ve still been talking to that other guy from several weeks ago and now it kind of dawns on you, just what Yoongi is jealous of. The two of you lock eyes again.

“Yoongi…”

The apples of his cheeks dust a light pink, contrasting against his pale mint hair and he shifts on his feet. “No, it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have been like that. Not when I’ve never even told you how I feel. I just wanted you to meet me here so I could tell you that I’m sorry and I want to keep doing our Wednesday night thing and you can text that guy all you want. And I know you don’t need my permission but I’m just letting you know that I won’t be a jerk about this. And I won’t start acting all weird. Date him. Marry him. I’ll still be your best friend as long as you want me to be. And if you don’t, I understand that too because what kind of person freezes their best friend out over another guy? You’re more important to me than that and…Y/N?”

His words finally trail off when he looks up and realizes you’ve been standing there gaping at him the whole time. Your heart is in your stomach and your breaths have become shallow. Are you having a panic attack? Here? In Yoongi’s tree house? In front of Yoongi?

“Y/N?” he asks again.

“What did you say?” you utter.

“What?”

“What did you say?” you ask louder. “Just now. What did you say?”

Yoongi fumbles with his hands for a second, running his fingers through his hair and switching his weight to his other foot again. “Uh…that you’re my best friend?”

“Before that.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Before that.”

“I was being stupid?”

“After that.”

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, the pink in his cheeks becoming darker. “…that I haven’t told you how I feel?”

“Yeah,” you say. “How do you feel, Yoongi?”

“I feel like…” he takes a tentative step toward you, keeping his eyes locked on yours even as the blush spreads down to his neck. “…like I’ve been in love with my best friend for the past five years.” He takes another step toward you. The tree house isn’t very big so even after just these two steps, there’s only about a foot of space between you now. “How do you feel, Y/N?” he asks, his voice much lower than it was before. You peer up at him, heat creeping up your own neck to settle on your cheeks.

“I…uh…I—” your phone chimes in your pocket again and Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath. “Give me two seconds,” you whisper then pull your phone out of your pocket with trembling fingers and check the screen. Yoongi leans in a bit to peek too. “It’s my mom,” you say and you hear him chuckle under his breath. “She wants to know if I want them to pick up ice cream on their way back.”

“Do you?” he asks leaning in more, his dark eyes now drilling into yours. You’d back up if you could but you’re already pressed against the wall.

“Do I what?” you ask him.

He hesitates for just a moment, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “Want ice cream?”

You both know that’s not the question he’s really asking and for a split second, your eyes dart down to his lips. You pull your own into your mouth as you try to conjure up the words. You’re already a flustered mess with this boy so close to you, looking at you the way he is, his body heat radiating across the small space between you.

“Of course I want ice cream. I frikin’ love ice cream.”

The tension in the small space seems to burst as Yoongi falls forward, his head landing on your shoulder and laughter bubbling up out of him. You can’t help but laugh too as you feel his shoulders shake against yours and then he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to keep either of you from tumbling to the floor. The room is filled with your giggling and tears have sprung to your eyes and finally, once the muscles in both of your stomachs are good and sore, he lifts his head back up.

The laughter dies down as the two of you lock eyes again. You watch with bated breath as he reaches up to brush the hair back from your forehead, his fingers sliding down the side of your face and lingering on your jaw. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he utters.

You don’t even hesitate to nod before he closes the small gap, his lips moulding to yours along with the rest of his body. His one hand tightens on your waist and the other slides to the back of your neck and then he’s tilting his head to kiss you deeper. Of course, then your phone chimes AGAIN causing him to jump back with a small gasp.

“Sorry,” you mumble, your head swimming as you look down at your phone still in your hand. You look back up at Yoongi again. “Flavor?”

Yoongi stands there breathing hard for a second, staring at you as he processes your question. His tongue flicks out of his mouth for just a second. “Chocolate,” he finally says breathlessly.

You type the word as fast as you can, getting frustrated when you keep screwing up, before hitting send and dropping your phone onto the rug. Then you reach out to grasp Yoongi by the shoulders, pulling him to you once again.

*

*

“Just listen to this one,” Yoongi says as he pulls you back down into his lap.

The computer chair creaks under the weight of the two of you and you grip the arms to keep from toppling over. “Yoongi, I have to go. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

“Just this last one,” he says and slides the headphones back onto your ears. You’ve tried taking them off for the last five songs but every time you do, he wants you to listen to just one more. This is the last one, I promise.

“Yoongi, you’re really making me seem like a jerk of a girlfriend that doesn’t want to listen to your music.”

“But you do want to listen to my music, right?”

You smile and reach up to touch your palm to his cheek. “Of course, I do,” you say. Yoongi’s mouth lifts into a gummy smile as he nuzzles your hand. “You know I’m your biggest fan.”

“I know,” he says with a contented sigh.

He’s too perfect for his own good. So talented and so soft lately. Yoongi has always been more on the reserved side. Never cold but a bit closed off, even to you. But ever since the two of you talked—if you can even call it that—in the tree house, everything has changed. He’s revealed a different side of himself to you. A softer side. A happier side. You can hear it in his music, too. How happy he’s become.

“Alright,” you say. “Just one more.”

Yoongi claps excitedly before pressing a button on his keyboard and then settling back in under you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek against your arm. He loves watching your expression as you listen to his music. Loves seeing how it affects you, loves seeing the uncensored reaction. He knows you’ll always be honest with him, because you want him to give his best. Besides his colleagues, you’re the only one who’s opinion he trusts.

As you listen, Yoongi starts playing with your fingers, pressing the pads of his own against yours so you mirror his movements, and then when he glances at the screen and sees that the song is almost over, he slides his fingers through the gaps between yours and locks your hand in his. You knew he wouldn’t let you go after this song.

You shake your head until the headphones slip from your ears. “Yoongi,” you say.

“Just one more,” he says quickly and releases one of your hands to pull the headphones back up.

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Mal en Point (part ii)

Koh!Harrison x Angel!Reader

A/N: i leave for virginia early tomorrow morning (literally 330 wtf) so yeah. i was gonna say that this might seem like a filler except for the end but it shouldn’t so thats for you to decide i guess. moodboard by @wazzupmrstark also she said that this is sad and thats the most emotion ive ever seen from her so. Here you go. If you want to do the math for how old people are, take the number and divide it by 295 :)

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1.2k

You arrived at home and wandered the halls, having nothing to do to otherwise. You wondered why you hadn’t been banished immediately, it’s not like you could take anything with you and why would any angel in their right mind want to keep someone who causes havoc in their precious realm? You found yourself in the kitchen when you heard the door slam shut.

“Y/N” Your fathers' voice echos through the house, much as it had during your trial, his tone filled with something between anger and disappointment.

“Yes, father?” You leaned against the marble countertop of the kitchen island where the pale pink camellias sat, mixed in with lilac coloured hyacinths. You ran the soft petals through your fingers.

Your father entered the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. He stopped on the other side of the island and drummed his fingers against the counter. He looked stressed. You could see that he was sucking on his teeth and looking anywhere but at you. You felt a small twinge of guilt that passed a moment later.

“I don’t- I” He stuttered out, still averting his gaze from you. “I don’t know what to do little dove. They won’t budge. I still don’t believe that it was you but they won’t let me prove that it wasn’t” He met your eyes, his voice dropped to a whisper “I can’t lose you too”

That hit harder than you had expected. You were much too deep now to go back. You were being sent to Hell tonight. This is what you wanted. What you’ve wanted for the better part of your 6,379 years.

“Dad” You spoke softly, you only ever called him dad at home, surrounded by the walls between which you currently stood. Anywhere else, he was ‘father’. “It was me. Okay? I know that it’s not what you want to hear but-”

“No. No, it couldn’t be” he cut you off.

“Dad” You repeat yourself multiple times, trying to get his attention back on you. He continued to ramble on, his hands shaking as he spoke. He muttered stuff about Lillian always looking similar to you and how maybe it was her.

“Do not call me dad!” He burst, jaw clenched, lips pursed, his eyes were red rimmed and his stare was cold. The redness from his cheeks had expanded to his entire face, starting its way down his neck and dipping below the collar of his white shirt. He paused a moment longer. “Do not call me dad, or father, papa, anything. You are not my daughter. The daughter that I raised would not do this. She would not sin purposefully. The daughter that I raised could recite every single sin by the time she was nearly 1,500 years old, Lord knows there’s a lot of them. The daughter that I raised would not deliberately sin and for what?” He was shouting. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. He was getting angry.

Wrathful.

You knew if you kept going, responding and urging him on, he’d only get angrier and he could very well be banished as well. Being a Patriarch had its benefits, like not having to be watched by the clergy at all times, you suspected that had been changed temporarily since your trial, since he had tried to defend you. There was a negative aspect to it as well. Your father is held to a higher standard than everyone else. If he was caught sinning, he would be stripped of his position as a Patriarch, have his wings clipped, and be banished to Earth or Hell and forced to live there. Without his wings, he wouldn’t decay as fast other angels would, he’d suffer much longer, passing only once his years caught up with him. The wing clipping process was painful enough, and angels still don’t start to decay until long after they’ve been banished.

You knew that yours were not getting clipped. You wondered why. Your attention was pulled back to your father when he sighed deeply.

“Why’d you do it Y/N?” His expression had softened significantly. You pressed your lips together and looked down at your hands momentarily and stared at the flowers again, unanswering.

“That’s very selfish of you. I really have no clue who you are anymore” It was the last thing he had said to you before storming out of the room. The last thing he had said to you once your escort had arrived to take you away for banishment. Possibly the last thing he’d ever say to you.

Part of you hoped it would be. That would mean he never gets banished. A much stronger part of you craved a goodbye from the one person who had never hurt you. Not until you had hurt him.

You don’t remember much after that. You remember the escort, he told you his name was Caleb, he must have been barely over 5,300 years. A horrible job for someone so young really. To see the angels he grew up around be banished to Earth or worse. You could hardly imagine what he’d seen.

Caleb took you to the same building you had been in hours ago. You didn’t have time to glance at the ceiling before Caleb led you into a room that you had only ever been in once before when you were merely a child still. Your wings at the time had only just started growing in. You remember your back hurting but you were so excited that it didn’t matter. Only seconds after you had entered the room as the curious daughter of a patriarch, you were pulled out by your father and scolded, told to never enter it. He pulled you tight into his chest, muttering something about never wanting you to have to see the inside of it again. You didn’t understand why he was so upset at the time. It only dawned you when you had stepped in for the second time in your life. You were met with Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Caleb had to wait outside.

“Look at that. Precious angel is finally awake” A voice came from across the room as you came to, vaguely aware of the two figures that stood against the wall opposite you. Their black clad bodies were barely differentiable from the similarly coloured wall behind them. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to adjust to the little orange light there was in the room, tinted by a candelabrum on the wall.

One of the men pushed himself off the wall, uncrossing his arms as he crossed the room in three strides and squatted down so he was eye level with you. His brown hair was combed back, you noticed there were curls were fighting against the product he had used. His eyes were only a touch lighter than his hair, further illuminated by the warm lighting. His expression remained cold for the most part, the slightest smirk pulling on his lips. He licked his lips before speaking. The same voice as before coming out.

“Up you get. We’ve got an important visit”

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