#{/AND ESPECIALLY YOUR BLOG; GOOD SIR; I LOVE ALL YOUR MUSES AND EVEN THE ONES I DONT KNOW LOOK SO COOOOLLLL}

[blindedguilt]

"WOW!" he cackles, practivally hyena-esque, "That was really something, cupcake! You really are a coward, aren't you?" (— @hyperionhandsome , from Jack, medieval Fantasy au?)

"I..."

The words had stung before Leonard could even realise he hadn't recognised the voice that spoke to him, though the way his expression had shifted had been miniscule in comparison - the way the hermit's head had turned away in both hurt and shame had been the most prominent, though there was the subtlest crease in his brows, the smallest tightening of his lips and the clutch of gloved hands on the hem of his coat which spoke volumes in the moment Leonard himself was unable to do much more than struggle for a response.

...Who was this man? The thought had just dawned on him as Leonard felt his heart pound with humiliation - he didn't sound like a faerie, though the laughter reminded him of his own pact-beast. He didn't even sound like anything inhuman, as a matter of fact, but still - remarkably cruel.

...Leonard supposed it didn't matter, though. If the goal was the simple task of sparking that sad flame of guilt within the hermit, it took only a glance to see his lowered head and the bitter pain on his face to tell this stranger had succeeded in their mission. A low mumble of response was the reward to inform this rather boisterous passerby of their victory.

"...You are right." Leonard acquiesced, bitterly. He couldn't fight or promise any improvement anymore. "I am nothing more than a fool."

How truly pathetic... Something in his stomach sank at the prospect that it would have only taken a glance to tell of his plight. Typically the harsh sting of such words would be curved hearing it from his pact-beast, or even the likes of Caim, but there was something about hearing it from someone like a stranger that served to dig especially deep into the hermit's skin. It seemed that all at once, the nightmare of the garrison, the failure of his brothers, the failure to his family, and the potential failure that had awaited Seere at each second, had come crashing down on his consciousness with those words. That reminder.

Coward... It was aptly fit.

Leonard's head dragged itself back up from where it had previously stared down at his lap, but averted itself slightly to the side - his blind gaze still couldn't bring itself to look towards the source of the voice where it stood.

"...Please, speak no longer." Leonard said, the softness of his tone in sharp contrast with the low rumble of his voice, "I know my sins well enough to bear on my own. So I beg of you... Show mercy."

#||Reply||:Jack #{/AAAAAAAAA HELLO HELLO!! please do pardon the late response the past couple weeks have been busy as hell} #{/birthdays and family coming up and college on top of it and all that} #{/though im ALSO somewhat to blame aside from that bc i made the mistake of playing drakengard 2 again} #{/and my other dod muse; urick; came by the day i was originally set to do this ask like 'heyyyy ;)' so ive been on there for a while QwQ} #{/But that said!!! I was so thrilled to see this here!! you can probably tell ive been stalking for a while but was too shy to interact QQ} #{/it's also a bit of a thing with multis that i have no IDEA where to start with who since there's just so much to be doneeee dfksbhfdkj} #{/AND ESPECIALLY YOUR BLOG; GOOD SIR; I LOVE ALL YOUR MUSES AND EVEN THE ONES I DONT KNOW LOOK SO COOOOLLLL} #{/in short: tysm for this im so excited to write with youuuuu!!! please do just shoot me a DM or so if you wanna chat and/or plot!!} #{/you may guess i know very little on borderlands but i DID try and do my research on this particular guy ahead of time and} #{/i actually adore him omg; just my brand of asshole + his voice acting is REALLY good!!!! fhfjdjd} #{/that said; Leonard is NOT a fun guy to bully oml} #{/*pokes with stick* come on.... do something lmao}

[twst-campos13]

ah hello!! i'm literally so excited to see a blog for enby and male readers sodjfoijf,,could i maybe request a scenario where male reader is a staff member (idk?? like a librarian?? a nurse??? do they need nurses over there???) and is crushing on crewel but is too scared to confess because he's both Too Dense to pick up any signs of potential reciprocation and also just isn't sure if crewel likes men??? maybe. maybe with a happy ending though because i am a fool,, thank you very much!!

One hopelessly cheesy scenario coming up!! Thank you for requesting! I hope you don’t mind I made reader a librarian who may or may not be a bit of a romantic because i listened to a particular playlist while writing this- (commentary in notes!)

Warnings: none! Tags: male!reader, fluff!

A simple man such as you live a simple life. As simple as life can be in Night Raven College, that is. A prestigious school that holds a student body that can barely tolerate each other. It would be typical for a librarian to be the observer than the observed, but hey, if it means getting out of trivial matters of the school and enjoying the show in your personal bubble, then you have no complaints.

This attitude of yours did come to have its own consequences. You were seen as timid by most students as you were quite closed-off, taking it as a reason to poke fun at you sometimes. You proved them wrong when they step out of line with their fun. Most of the time you choose to ignore them. However, you lived up to your introverted nature, especially when it comes to him.

Tall, dark, and handsome. Approachable but also not at the same time. Sharply dressed and sharp attitude. This man that visits the library ever so often had become your daily motivation to keep on working at this school despite the wage that Crowley gives you.

Divus Crewel, feared and admired by staff and students—also known as the man who stole your heart.

You feel so small compared to him. That would not be so farfetched. He is a remarkable man, and what about you? You are just a librarian at this school. You are like mere dust to him.

Yet, despite this, you continued yearning for him no matter how ridiculous it seems. Perhaps you have fallen too deep in romantic fiction that you make hopeless wishes. You are known to be excellent in reading people but for some reason, you find it hard to read Divus. His perfect posture whenever he would scan the Applied Sciences aisle showed that he is focused on his reading. However, it is his expression you find hard to decipher. He looks dashing as ever, of course, but his thin lips and neutral gaze makes it hard for you to know what he is thinking.

If your life is a novel it would be so easy to know what runs in his mind. What he feels for you. Maybe he could even know what you feel for him. In a story, what makes characters likable is knowing what their emotions, their feelings, their ambitions, and their dreams are, for they are already laid out in ink on pages. Implicit or explicit information, simple or complex structure of personality, it does not matter. You would easily know about them for they are just sentences away from understanding.

And in romance novels…oh, how dreamy they are. How easy they make it seem to fall in love, to confess, and to achieve a happy ending. However, as a librarian, you know the reality of your situation. Your relationship with Crewel is a professional. Strictly, if you were to add an adjective. Is it really strictly professional? Your right brain points out the moments in your life where you interacted with him. At faculty meetings, reunions, at the library…moments like those just feel surreal you almost believed that you made those up on your own. Probably because you initiated each of those interactions yourself.

The only time, where Crewel would come to you himself, are rare. One time he came to the library and checked out a book to read in his spare time. His voice distracted you. It was like cherry wine. Sweet, smooth, enough to make your throat dry and your cheeks flushed. Oh, you could listen to him talk for hours in that tone of his, and he could even make you do anything he pleases.

You greet each other good morning or good afternoon when you pass by each other, and he would smile a teasing one at you as if you two shared a secret with each other. Well, technically you did, for one time you bought him coffee under the pouring rain, and he repaid you for your kindness. Soon enough your coffee exchange became a routine for both of you. It was sweeter than the cream in his coffee. It was more refreshing than the rainy day you shared with each other.

His gaze. His posture. His voice. His smile. Despite those small interactions with each other you are still troubled by what he thinks of you. A friend? A colleague? A special someone? Why is this so hard? Why was it so easy to fall in love? And when things could not get worse for you, your left brain argued that he might not be interested to mingle with a man.

Well, you could find out for yourself, but that would be creepy. Your workspace is in the library! You could not just leave when you please just so you can observe him. You could not use the staff files to your advantage—that is being a borderline stalker. Whatever Crewel’s orientation is, is his to keep and his to disclose to you. Oh, but still. If this were a novel, you could easily analyze the situations that give off evidence of him liking men. Or liking someone like you.

If that were the case you would not have a hard time trying to decipher his words, his gaze, his tone, and his actions towards you. If that were the case…if that were the case…then…well, there’s no then. Divus Crewel is not a fictional character to analyze. He is your coworker, your colleague.

It is hard to know what he thinks of you, at all. You really wished that you could…but the thought of knowing what he thinks to scare you, as well.

Rejection is not that far from reality. Who are you compared to him again? A nobody. A simple, ‘timid’, librarian that enjoys reading romantic and fiction novels and inserts himself in scenarios he makes up for himself just so he can…find the happiness he wishes to have.

But Divus is your happiness. Became your source of happiness. Ironic how he colors the muted floor of the library with his monochromatic appearance. Maybe it is better that you keep your feelings to yourself. You avoid the risk of rejection and humiliation as well as ruining whatever it is your current relationship with Crewel is.

You barely registered the visitor in front of your desk until a familiar red leathery gloved hand rested atop of yours. The contact of the leather sent a spark of electricity through you that you snapped your head up to meet alluring silvery blue eyes. There is only one person in this college that owns those distinct, beautiful, silvery blue eyes.

Divus.

“Have I interrupted your moment of peace, sir?” He asked in that cherry wine voice of his. It made your throat dry up and your face warm. “N-No—no!” You squeaked, shaking your head to brush off the embarrassment. Quickly, you fixed your composure and appeared presentable. As presentable as you could be under his stare that is. You just hope that he found some amusement in your haste. “D-Div—Mr. Crewel, what can I do for you?” You smiled as you speak in a professional tone. The edge of his lips curled into a familiar smirk and still you could not determine what was running through his mind at the moment.  

“I came to return the book I borrowed last week,” he said, placing down the novel on your desk. Sense and Sensibility. Jane Austen. Right, he borrowed that last week. It is not your place to judge whatever it is he desires to read. “Of course,” you nodded, “did you enjoy reading it?” You started on a small talk as you take out your logbook for the check-ins and outs of books. “Somewhat,” Crewel shrugged, “I had my eyes set on another book I would like to borrow.”

“Oh? What is it? I’ll go get it for you.” You stood up after sliding the logbook back to its drawer. Crewel did not leave from where he was standing. His eyes were simply on you. You had to hide your nervousness under his gaze. “I had my eyes on it ever since that rainy day, when you offered me shelter in the library until the rain passes,” he mused. “General fiction, I believe, was the genre.”

“If that’s the case then you better tell me the title,” you joked, taking a stool to the genre’s aisle. “Are you certain you can find it?” Crewel coolly challenged. You almost laughed but did not fight the smile on your lips. “Mr. Crewel, I spend most of my time in this library. I know every book and I still have the Dewey Decimal system memorized…” You kept your eyes distracted by scanning the spines of the books on the shelves. You are aware that he is still looking at you that is why you refused to look back at him. You are not sure what will happen if you look back at him while conversing.  

“If that is the case—” why does he suddenly sound a bit close? “—may you find ‘How to Ask your Dense Colleague Out to Dinner?’”

What a lengthy title. It sounds very basic and almost like a rule book than a novel. Well, that is General Fiction for you. Though you are quite unsure if such a book exists in the library. “Hm…” you hummed, a finger on your chin, as your eyes scanned the shelves. “I don’t think I have that here…Crowley pays me enough to support my rent and meals, but not enough to buy new books. Plus, the students…”

You heard him chuckle beside you and fought the urge to turn to him. “I believe I was not frank enough. Ah, well, I will put all subtleties aside, then…”

His warm breath tickling your skin was what made you finally turn to him. The proximity of your noses startled you that you nearly stumbled out of your stool if it were not for Divus’ hand grabbing yours to pull you to him. You gasped, shocked, as you landed close to his chest. His other hand supported your waist, and your eyes widened his silvery blues. You can feel your heart hammering against his. Your legs feel like putty when he gave you that teasing smirk. Your name—your first name—sounds surreal from his lips. Your entire world was a confusing mix of vertigo and bright lights.

“Will you go to dinner with me?”

You stared. You stammered. You are flabbergasted and flustered. You were unsure how to react to such a forward question that your brain completely shut down. But you cannot embarrass yourself—you must not. Not when…not when…not when…!

Oh, he will he stop saying your name with such sentiment?

“Is your silence a rejection or a consideration?” He rose a brow and your face flushed even more. “No! I mean yes—I mean—no, it isn’t a rejection—”

“Then you have been anticipating this?”

“Divus!”

He laughed. He laughed at your state. He laughed at your awkwardness. But most importantly his laugh sounds so pleasant. Like he was teasing you and you liked him teasing. You grew shy, averting your gaze from his and fidgeting with your fingers. “I mean…I mean…why?”

Crewel stopped laughing and looked at you. “Why what?”

“Why…me? Out of all people?” You asked as fear and denial keep you from grasping the fact that this is all real and not another scenario you made up during rainy days. Crewel’s face remained passive. Neutral. It was eating at your heart and you just wish what is going through his mind.

“Is it not obvious, puppy?” He raised a brow at you. The hand holding your wrist now tilted your chin in his direction. “It is not by fate or destiny, but a mere law that dictates the gravitational pull of similar atoms that is programmed by the need to chemically bind together.”

You suddenly felt stumped. “W—What?”

“I like you, puppy,” Crewel clarified, adoring the way your confusion turned to pure surprise, “and I would like to have dinner with you. Perhaps another, if the first went well.”

You need some time to process this. Your head felt so light you might pass out in his arms. Actually, you would not mind that in the slightest. His coat is just so soft it feels like heaven. A proper response of agreement failed to come to your mind so instead, you asked him again, “And what if the first does not end well?”

Crewel smiled at you. “Then we shall try again with the next dinner. Mind you, puppy, as a man of science, I am not afraid of failure if trying means more chances of perfecting my goal.”

“And what’s that goal?” You asked and physically stopped yourself from combusting when he leaned closer to you that your noses touch and you smell his cologne, and his bold scent.

“The goal to become yours.”

#fullcowling #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst divus crewel #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #HAFHAEUFAFEFEU #I KEEP TYPIING CROWLEY INSTEAD OF CREWEL SO IT ENDED UP BEING DIVUS CROWEY #AFJEIFIEFFIAEG #this is longe rthan i expected #actually i cannot physically write short scenarios unless i rewrite it over and over #i dont think this is 1500 words either #the vil catboy fic wasnt 1500 words either but it was close #i wrote that three times #this was just written once #and i feel like if i rewrite it the pining will just disappear!!! #i listened to a playlist for homeless romantic by ssilvics on yt

[mythundermeme]

THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA SEASON 1 STARTERS - Part 3

Note: feel free to tweak details to fit the muses. Other meme blogs, please don't reblog. content warning: ( swearing, drinking, sexual themes, violence, slurs)

EPISODE 3

"It was so funny, father!"

"Why is she yelling?"

"I never agreed to this stupid game."

"We can't all be aloof tight-asses."

"I'm simply suggesting you could all benefit from some well-practiced restraint."

"Emotions aren't meant to be bottled up."

"Ugh, fucking doors."

"Hope you didn't feel the need to bring a housewarming present."

"Finally. A proper evening of protocol and civilized conversation."

"Want to be my date? I promise to be on my best-worst behavior."

"We appreciate the gravity of the situation and will present ourselves with the utmost dignity."

"I shall brief them on royal etiquette and manners."

"Remember what we practiced. Be reserved, be charming."

"How is anyone suppose to get drunk from these things?"

"You want to get freaky with me? Sir, I don't even know you."

"You are a libertine and a cad! And I like it."

"Those fiends took everything from me."

"What do you want us to do?"

"In case of trouble, we should have a safe word."

"Somehow you guys look worse every time we see you."

"Ooh, shit' about to get real."

"He's just staring like a perv."

"I say you walk up to _, say hello to break the ice, and then punch them in the face."

"I must confess I was rather curious whether you would come. Our messenger did not return."

"We concocted that tale to protect their legacy."

"They got bored of ruling."

"They abandoned their people to rot."

"It was a lovely dinner, we especially enjoyed the company. So refined."

"_, darling, what did we say about emotions?"

"They murdered my entire family."

"Finding the boy was unexpected. Our circumstances have changed."

"Oh, gosh, you're a handsome couple."

"I've tried to tell many over the years. No one's ever believed me."

"You look delicious."

"Come here, fuckstick."

"There's no way out tonight, my friend."

"Would you look at that, dear? It's the pup who survived, all grown up."

"Step off, bitch."

"No one kills _ but me!"

"Had him right where I wanted him."

"Oh, shit. That ain't good."

"You got a sword. Oh, that's cute."

"So, we're not doing terrible, right?"

"No, this is terrible."

"Ooh, I bet that hurt."

"This little one is entirely too much trouble."

"Your gods can't help you now."

"Come visit us sometime,_. You're always welcome back home."

"No! I had them! Had them. And you let them slip away."

"Why were they here? What were they after?"

"They were invited, like you."

"Why here? Why now?"

"What the actual fuck?"

"Holy shit, _, what are you doing?"

"Please. I-I'm only a servant. They-They don't me anything!"

"Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me!"

"You fool. Now your soul is forfeit."

#meme #rp meme #tlovm starters

[sombreboy]

Mused obsession (5)

Written by @sombreboy​​​​​ as Jungkook & @chimoona​​​​​​​ as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog​​​​​​​

[ masterlist ]

⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 10.7k of literal filth ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, my peeps there’s 3 smut scenes in this bring some damn tissues, so much sexual tension, Jimin's praise kink skyrockets, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom!jjk, sub!pjm, blowjob with a brief moment of faux sub!jjk, degrading dirty talk, petnames, Jimin is so good at begging I'm in tears while editing this uff, anal (this is fictional they're ok, jimin loves getting his ass stretched pls use lube irl), Jk has a FAT cock, obsessive behavior, lots of cum in Jimin's ass (like, a lot. several times.), some fluff if you wipe the cum away, fingering in the shower (im sweating), more fucking in the shower, even more cum in Jimin's ass istg he's such a cockhungry slut, a smidge of jealous/possessive jk, more fucking sorry not sorry these men are insatiable once they got a taste of each other, cum eating.

Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.

The ride back to Jungkook’s place was pure torture. Jimin struggled to keep his hand off his throbbing length—the image of the metal rod gliding through the photographer’s smooth and blushed cock head, burned to his memory. Every time he closed his eyes it was like the image imprinted itself on the backs of his eyelids. He didn’t acknowledge the other man until they pulled up to the front of the house. 

When the younger man leant across his lap to open the door, he was left no choice but to finally look him in the eyes. Jungkook’s childlike innocence was hardened by coal black pupils that devoured Jimin whole. As he’s naturally wanting to do, Jimin shrinks beneath the other’s gaze and tries to assess exactly what he’s in for.

At this point, Jungkook neither cares for or bothers to ask whether Jimin would like to go to his place or go back to his own house. No, Jimin's home didn't exist anymore. He knew the blonde would blindly follow him, completely caught in his web. 

''We're home.'' Jungkook's warm breath hits Jimin's ear before he leans back, allowing him to exit the vehicle, following quickly behind. He caught up to open the door with his gaze growing darker the second it closed behind them, the chime of the electronic lock almost too loud in the tense silence. ''Park Jimin,” he says clearly, sounding more like he simply wants to say his name rather than to get his attention. ''Let me see your tattoo once more, I want to give it a proper look.''

“R-right here?” Jimin looks around the foyer and notices, as per usual, the room is vacant aside from the two of them. “Okay,” he meekly replies, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the fabric midway down his leg, exposing the fire-red petals as they bleed into his thigh. He feels the temperature of the room increase despite the thermostat’s untouched dial. Jungkook’s encroaching presence was more than enough to heat every part of his body, especially his bare legs, which were studied intently by the younger. “Let me see yours too,” he challenges, bravely pushing his pants down to the floor and kicking them off his feet.

“Oh, you want to see.” Jungkook smiles coyly as he steps closer to the elder, getting rid of his shirt within those few seconds to carelessly throw it on the floor; the maid would take care of it later. “I bet there's more than just the tattoo that you want to see, hm?” He cooes while one hand finds Jimin's hip, the other smoothing over the lines of the blonde's tattoo. ''You know what I'd absolutely love, butterfly?'' Jungkook continues as he inches his face closer to Jimin—his gentle yet strong gaze fails to hide the excitement of the idea in his mind, “I haven't taken photos of you in such a long time. And right this second, no artificial light can compete with the sun.” 

It’s golden hour. Jungkook is ecstatic over the little things. He thought of this moment all day, taking Jimin to his large balcony and taking the perfect photo to add to his growing collection.

“More photos, hm?” Jimin smiles and leans into Jungkook’s touch, granting him full access, wherever he likes. He takes the opportunity to feel the man’s bare chest as it closes over his small frame. 

Safely inside Jungkook’s impressive home, Jimin feels he can truly do whatever he wants. He presses his lips to the fresh arm tattoo, feeling the heat of the healing skin pulsate into his plush pout. The faint taste of rust lingers as he pulls back and wets his lips. The earthy flavor of the other man’s raw artwork is intoxicating—more than he likes to admit. It’s tender and receptive. He almost swears he feels him shudder as he pulls back to look him in the eye. 

“Anything you want, sir.”

Jimin surely isn't the innocent angel Jungkook had initially thought that he was, and being around the photographer surely doesn't do much but bring him deeper, down into the perfect level of corruption that Jungkook craves. 

"Good boy." Jungkook whispers, his voice a bit shakier than he'd admit. Jimin has a hold on him that he can't quite place. He wants the model for himself only, to spoil in every way possible. 

"Come with me." His lips curl up in a playful grin as he roughly grabs Jimin by his wrist, pulling him along as he strides towards the balcony. His free hand reaches out for the camera he'd left on the counter along the way. “Ah, look at the sky,” Kook chimes in awe as they step outside, the golden glow of the sunset providing the perfect filter. “So pretty.”

“It is,” Jimin agrees, not even pretending to admire the view. All he wants is to watch dewy droplets of sweat bead on Jungkook as the setting sun hits him directly. 

Jimin steps close enough to kiss, stands on his toes and flattens his tongue against the base of Jungkook’s smooth fawned neck. “Mm,” he moans, gently sucking the moisture from his skin, “watching you get that piercing...” he glides his hand down the front of the man’s pants and feels him, already responsive, stiffening quick, “...you were so brave. I couldn’t look away, it was almost too much. I wanted to taste you so bad, Jeon. Right there in the shop, in front of Namjoon. I wouldn’t have given a fuck.”He breathes his hot wanton breath against Jungkook’s jaw, nipping up to his cherry lips and claiming them in an ardent kiss. “And now you’ve brought me to this balcony, to do what, photograph me?” He steps back and peels his shirt over his head, tossing it on a lounge chair. Then his underwear, until he’s fully exposed on the sunlit balcony, letting the evening glow illuminate his silhouette. He strokes his aching cock with a soft hand and let’s Jungkook watch his every move. “Is this what you expected?”

Jungkook takes a mental note of the quick mention of the elder 'Not giving a fuck' in the same sentence as 'In front of Namjoon'. He'd remember that one, without a doubt. 

“More than I could ever imagine,” Jungkook's eyes glue to the delicate movements by Jimin's smaller hand. “So fuckin' pretty.” 

Jungkook is genuinely in awe, licking his lips at the show he's given as he fumbles with the camera. There's no way he'd let this kind of imagery slip through the cracks. 

“Sit on the ledge, keep touching yourself. If you do really well for me..” He peeks at the blonde through the camera lens. “I'll grant you one wish. A reward of your choice,” he jokes, but his tone has a serious undertone. 

He would grant Jimin anything he desired, whether it be jewelry, a car, clothes—he could have it all. But something tells Jungkook that there's something else he'd rather have, something that both of them would rather have. Something that no money can give, only Jeon Jungkook himself. The latter knew very well what the blonde would want, and he ached just imagining his pretty tune begging for it, after doing his absolute best to be a good boy.

Jimin is quick to take direction, hazy with lust but still well-trained. However, it doesn’t take an expert to know where this is all leading. ”A reward of your choice”—Jungkook’s promise repeats itself in his mind. While he’s given the option to choose, there’s only one thing he wants out of this, and that’s to finally feel Jeon Jungkook inside him...with that new piercing. 

He leans against the ledge, not feeling brave enough to sit on it fully without the fear of plummeting to the ground. He arches his back and tilts his face so the sunlight bathes his upper body in warm light. It’s as easy as breathing, posing for the photographer, knowing exactly what he likes to see. Shot after shot, Jimin adjusts his posture and shows off a different angle, even more seductive than the last. His hand wraps around his hard cock and strokes with purpose, looking directly into the camera lens as he does so.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs to himself as the flickering sound of the camera goes off—one of his favorite sounds. Surely, there were other sounds that would top it by the end of tonight's session. 

Jungkook's prominent erection strains against the caging fabric. He uncomfortably adjusts, growing annoyed and unzipping to let his pants fall to his hips, still hanging on. It’s somewhat of a relief, but not enough. He isn't used to the new addition of jewelry on his cock, pleasantly rubbing against his boxers everytime he moves. Eventually, he deems he’s had enough content, wanting to indulge in reality as it is, and places the camera on the ledge next to Jimin when he steps close. He positions himself between the elder's spread legs, hands settling on his thighs. He feels the heat radiating off the fresh artwork on Jimin's skin and traces the shape with his fingers.

“As always, your performance is nothing but flawless,” Jungkook breathes against Jimin's plush lips. He’s too beautiful, like an actual angel, and Jungkook is the polar opposite. Darkness, the corrupt devil that wants Jimin as his own personal plaything for all of eternity. “You deserve a reward,” Kook's blunt nails scrape against the sensitive, tattooed skin, surely causing it to sting. “What do you desire?”

The pain of Jungkook’s nails digging into Jimin’s tender broken flesh makes the model shudder. The pleasure mixed with the pain is a welcome feeling. He wants more. 

“I’ve been a good boy?” Jimin asks in the sweetest airy voice. He looks at the other man with the most wide and innocent eyes he can muster—lips pouting gently as he speaks. “Anything I desire?” 

With a nod from the photographer, Jimin reaches up and tangles his hand in Jungkook’s hair, gripping it roughly and tugging his head down to eye-level. “I think it’s time you got on your knees, puppy.” His cock stiffens impossibly hard at the mere thought of the younger man becoming submissive for him, even if for just a brief moment. “Take me in your mouth and I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jungkook bites back a hissed groan at the tug of his dark curls. Jimins sudden switch into dominance catches the younger by surprise. It isn't terrible, but rather exciting. 

Cute, Jungkook thinks. As much as he loves to inflict pain, receiving it is a close second. There’s his kink for tattoos, and the spontaneous piercing was more than enough proof for his masochism. 

“Ah, fuck...” Kook curses, but his tone is laced with lust. “Puppy?” he huffs with a small smile, eyes staring down at the elders throbbing length. Okay, he'll play along. “Yes..” his tone changes, softening as his gaze shifts to meet Jimin's. His dark, doe eyes suddenly display need, as if he is indeed a puppy that wants to do well. Jungkook is a great actor, but only because part of him truly does enjoy this dynamic. 

He swiftly drops to his knees and smoothes his hands down to settle on Jimin's knees. “Want me to be your little puppy?” Kook licks his lips, inching closer to the blondes painfully hard cock, his hot breath coating the velvety skin.

Jimin is already overcome with arousal and the pleasure of both watching Jungkook between his legs and the feeling of breath fanning over his length, teasing him with the sheer proximity of the younger’s open mouth. “Y-yes sir—I-I mean...” he flounders as he tries to adapt to his temporary role, “...puppy.” He grips Jungkook’s hair even tighter and pulls him forward to forcefully graze the younger’s pout along his leaking tip. 

He wishes he held a camera to capture this moment from his point of view so he could watch it over and over. The world of fashion would erupt at the leaked footage of golden boy Jeon Jungkook on his knees, but he wants to keep it all for himself. He releases his grip on Jungkook’s hair and grabs the camera from the ledge beside him. He tries his best to turn it on, but suddenly realizes it’s already recording video. 

“Dirty puppy,” Jimin scolds lightly, aiming the camera at Jungkook’s blushed face. He isn’t surprised in the slightest, seeing as how infatuated the recluse raven-haired photographer is with capturing him in precarious positions. “Look at me and part those pretty lips.” He holds his throbbing cock in his hand and rubs the tip over the younger’s pout, coating them in his essence. “Taste how ready I am for you.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose in a small, bunny-like smile at Jimin's slip up and the reaction to the camera recording. The blonde never seems to mind his kinks. A small part of Jungkook feels a pinch of hesitation in his body when the camera is suddenly on his face—a very controversial image if it was to ever be released to the public...but, the thrill of it is more arousing than he expects. 

“You're so sexy when you tell me what to do.” He coos, mimicking the tone of voice he knows too well from Jimin, familiar with how a sub should sound. Jungkook's eyes sparkle as the rays from the sunset hit his face. He holds intense contact with the lens and presses his flattered tongue on the underside of Jimin's length, slowly dragging his wet muscle upwards, meeting the tip, swirling, collecting precum. A low hum vibrates in his throat—Jimin tastes sweet.

“Fuck—“ Jimin gasps, involuntarily bucking his hips, pushing his shaft shallowly into Jungkook’s mouth. Just locking eyes with the younger man while he tentatively laps is enough to make him shake. It’s unusual handling a camera while feeling the overwhelming heat of Jungkook’s skilled tongue. After a minute, he relaxes and lets the younger take control while he films as best he can. 

Jimin thinks this exhilarating feeling must be what Jungkook loves so much when he’s behind the camera. The separation between reality and a curated virtual realm is wholly satisfying to experience. It’s as if the man on the other side isn’t real. He’s too good to be real. Jimin focuses solely on the camera screen and feels blushed each time Jungkook locks eyes with the lens while taking him deeper, teasing him with his innocent gaze while his lips encircle him devilishly. 

“Good puppy,” Jimin coos quietly, rocking his hips slowly, begging for more friction.

“Mm?” Jungkook crooks a playful eyebrow at the camera, knowing Jimin's focus was tunnel visioned on him only. His hands mindlessly roams up and down the model’s thighs, using nothing but his mouth to tease the pretty head of Jimin's swollen cock. The photographer is already crumbling, just as easily as when he’s above. 

“Ah, hyung…” Kook whines deliberately to test what kind of reaction he'd get, wrapping his plushy lips around the tip to give it a harsh suck.

Jimin curses under his breath and tangles his hand in Jungkook’s messy hair again, pulling him down onto his cock until he gags. The honorific catches him by surprise, not expecting the younger to take on this submissive role with such commitment. It makes Jimin want to push him further, to use him a bit until he snaps. 

“F-fuck, Jeon, you’re being such a pretty whore for me.” So pretty. The sun darkens as it dips beneath the horizon and casts pale shadows over his angelic face. “Do you like worshiping my cock?” He gives a few rough thrusts and brushes his tip past Jungkook’s gag reflex until tears prick at the corners of his eyes. “Do you like being treated like this, or would you prefer something we’d both enjoy?”

It’s slowly becoming a bit too much for Jungkook. He is a glutton for pain, but being somebody's whore, or gagging on a cock like some...toy? It’s endurable, and the way Jimin's thighs tremble under his touch tells the younger man that he seems nervous, as he should be. Who wouldn't be cautious while having Jeon Jungkook on his knees? 

Screwing his eyes shut while punished by Jimin’s cock, Jungkook forces stray tears to trickle down his cheeks, coughing. It triggers the younger to dig his blunt nails into Jimin's thighs, grazing the latters cock with his teeth as he slowly withdraws his mouth. He keeps the tip between his teeth. It would be so easy to make the model scream, and he would, but not this way. 

“Hmm? Something we'd both enjoy?" Jungkook's nails continue to dig, deliberately trying to draw whines from Jimin. “I'm not sure what you mean unless you tell me. I rather enjoy being down here.” He lies with a coy smirk—the doe-eyed gaze now shifts into something more sinister.

Jimin curses again, louder this time and strangled by his throaty moans. Jungkook’s onslaught on his thighs is almost enough pain to distract him from the pressure around his cock. He knew it would be a challenge for the younger man to drop to his knees and submit fully. So, he takes his punishment gladly and begins to shake as he reaches his threshold. 

“Shit, Jeon,” he tugs the man’s head off his length with a sharp snap, grazing Jungkook’s teeth along his sensitive tip as it pops out of his mouth. “You know what I want.” He sets the camera aside on the ledge with the wide lens pointing at the two of them. “I-I want you to...” his cheeks flush as his intimidating demeanour fades by the second. He pleads with his dark chestnut eyes, “...fuck me, please.” He glances down at Jungkook’s aching cock and wonders how good it will feel to have that metal barbell brush against his prostate while he gets fucked dumb on the exposed balcony.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate to get back up on his feet in between Jimin's spread legs, hands snaking around the elders waist to pull him closer, pressing their erections together. Never has the younger despised a piece of fabric as much as he did now, tugging them down as he bites back an eager moan at the skin-to-skin sensation.

“I know you've wanted it for a while.” Jungkook's breath comes out in heavy huffs, one hand reaching down to stroke himself and Jimin within the same grasp, cocks rubbing together. “I've wanted to shove my fat cock in you since I laid my eyes on you for the first time.” He groans at the memories, so happy that he's gotten this beautiful angel to be his, under his mercy and control. “Do you trust me?” Jungkook suddenly asks, eyes growing more serious beneath a haze of lust, one hand still stroking them both whilst the other snakes around the blonde's waist to hold him close.

Just as he did the first time, Jimin nods, “I trust you.” He rolls his hips to grind his hard cock against Jungkook’s. This is what he only hoped to have since his first interaction with the man. The way he takes control of every situation, and the way he makes Jimin feel...so special makes him weak in the knees. “I-I want your fat cock inside me...” The mounting pleasure of their leaking cocks sliding against one another is just a tease. Jimin spits into his hand and strokes the younger’s length, preparing him to line up at his entrance. He isn’t above begging. The thought of being stretched and claimed by his partner makes Jimin whimper needy moans, desperate to finally feel their bodies connect. “...Please, I need it...”

'I trust you.', 'Please, I need it.' It’s all Jungkook needs to give in to his desires. A low moan slips through his teeth when Jimin's delicate hand strokes his twitching length. It looks even bigger in the blonde’s small grasp, and it drives the younger mad. 

“Feel what you do to me?” Jungkook groans into Jimin's ear as he roughly puts his hands behind the blonde's knees, pushing them up and forcing him to lean backwards on the ledge. His grip is firm though, and it keeps him in place with no risk of actually letting Jimin fall from the wide surface. But the knowledge of possibly being able to—having Jimin's life in his hands… It makes Jungkook's cock throb heavily. “I need it too. Need you.” He kisses Jimin's jawline, trailing down to his neck before sucking on the tender tissue as if it was his own personal canvas, all for him to paint with purple and pink bruises. 

Slowly, but eagerly, Jungkook uses one hand to properly press his tip against Jimin's tight hole. “You won't be able to think about anything but my fat cock, will you?” Kook adds as he drives his hips forward, finally sinking into the elders tightness that squeezes around him. “Fuck... So tight.”

The pressure of Jungkook’s girth causes Jimin to involuntarily roll his eyes to the back of his head. He opens Jimin up deliciously, pushing his tender piercing deep into his wanting heat. 

“I-I,” Jimin whimpers pathetically in his arms, overcome with pleasure and adrenaline. “Jungkook—fuck...” He peeks over his shoulder and tenses at sight of how high up he really is. It adds to the moment, surrendering his entire being to the photographer and laying his whole life on the line. The sheer height is unnerving yet intoxicating. “Deeper, pleaseee. Your cock stretches me so good—shit.” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s biceps and uses them as leverage to rock the younger man’s studded length as deep as he can bare, shaking from the sensation of the heated metal gliding over every ridge of his sensitive tissue.

Jungkook obliges to his wishes and pushes deeper until the bulbous head of his cock lodges inside Jimin's deepest parts. A throaty moan slips through his lips when Jimin's ass clenches down on his length. 

“I've dreamed of this for far too long, shit…” He takes a second to get used to the tight warmth, squeezing the blondes flesh between his fingers, hard, before he finally starts to grind his hips into Jimins. "Oh fuck yeah..." he pulls back to look straight at the smaller male, wanting to memorize every single expression he’s able to draw out of him.

”I’ve dreamed of this for so long...” —Jungkook’s words replay in Jimin’s mind while his thighs slap against bare skin, groaning with a new pulse of pleasure. His ring of nerves contracts as he wonders just how long the younger has dreamt of this moment. Weeks? Months? ...years? Jimin cranes his neck to taste Jungkook’s blush-bitten lips, nesting them between his in a feverish and parted exchange, laving his tongue over each other’s. 

Is this what he wanted all along? ...Was it everything he hoped for? It certainly is for Jimin. His own cock aches for relief, so incredibly hard and leaking precum. 

“Me too,” Jimin confesses through heavy breaths. “Dreamt of you burying this thick cock inside me...christ. I could barely focus at the studio. The tension...mmf...” He chokes back a gasp as the studded mushroom tip sinks deeper. He wets his full lips and holds tight to the taller man, letting him cradle his weight in his arms and move him any way he pleases. He focuses on the erotic stretch of his soft velvety walls as he accommodates the younger’s girth—he’s much bigger than he expected, filling him up completely with barely any room left to maneuver.

“Yeah, that damned studio. I wish I could've had you sooner,” Jungkook confesses mindlessly. His judgement clouds with a haze of lust taking over him. He continuously grinds his hips deeper, stretching out the elders' smooth walls until the glide feels less suffocating. Then he begins to pull out until only the tip is buried inside. “You're mine, Jimin.” Kook possessively nips back at his plush lower lip in between kisses, hands moving from his thick hips to his waist. "My gorgeous little butterfly, I want to be the only one taking your photos...touching you, fucking you.”

“I-I want it...” Jimin’s mind blanks as a wave of euphoric pleasure tears within him. His head rolls to the side and he tries to focus on the moment—on Jungkook. His attention is pulled by the red blink of the recording camera just off to the side. Was the photographer putting on a show, or were his words genuine? He wants to be the only one to fuck him, and...to photograph him? He’s not sure how well his manager would take the news, but the offer is incredibly tempting. Belonging to him, entirely? Putting aside the materialistic items and the glitz and the glam of a public relationship, Jimin feels blazing hot over the idea of being the one object of the man’s desire. 

Jimin can’t take it anymore—he reaches down and begins to stroke himself to match the rhythm of Jungkook fucking him deep. “I need you. ...I want you to fill me with your cum.” The pace of his hand on his cock increases as he adoringly looks up and watches sweat glisten on Jungkook’s neck—fluffy black hair dampening and tacking to his forehead.

''It's all yours, Jimin, all yours. Anything you want,'' Jungkook's low words pause as he grunts, his hips maintaining a rougher yet slow pace. ''Everything I can give you, everything I have, it's nothing—it's yours. All I need is for you to be mine.'' He continues, his words barely audible in between his heavy breaths. He means it, he already has it all-- but it’s dull, boring, worthless. All he’s grateful for is that his status brought Jimin to him so easily, the one thing—person that he desired. There isn't a single object Jungkook has ever photographed that was more valuable to him than Park Jimin. 

''You need me.'' Jungkook smiles at the elders' whiny words, noting how Jimin's eyes shift to the camera for a short second, licking his lips the moment the attention is back on him. ''You'll always need me, won't you? Tell me.'' It was neither a plea nor a command, but a necessity. With one hand still keeping a hard grip on Jimin's waist, the other reaches down to squeeze Jimin’s hand tight, preventing him from stroking himself. The grasp tightens further, squeezing Jimin's length inbetween their hands—a form of control in the youngers mind, still fucking deep into him. ''Swear it, and I will fuck you full of my cum.''

“Mmf—“ Jimin stifles his groan into Jungkook’s arm as his strong hand holds him tight at the hip. The pressure of the grip makes him tense and release sporadically, causing him to inch his hips forward to try and regain friction. He needs a little more to reach his high, but the feeling of Jungkook’s fat jeweled cock head is dragging against his prostate deliciously, he could probably cum just from the mere thought of it inside him.

“I do, I do, I need you,” Jimin whimpers pathetically. He wants to cum badly but the desire to surrender himself to the photographer supersedes any other. Whether it be for show, impulse or raw passion, Jimin swears with staggered gasps, “I’m all yours, Jungkook. Every bit of me...belongs to you.”

Jungkook glances over at his camera for a split second, his small smirk growing at the blinking red light that greets him. Perfect, he thinks. Now he has everything. 

“Perfect,” Jungkook voices out his thoughts in a rumbling groan, removing Jimin's grip to wrap his own tattooed fingers around the latter’s pretty dick, jerking him off without mercy. He pounds harder, faster, deeper into him. “The most gorgeous,” he moans again as frenzied thrusts lose their rhythm. He keeps going, feeling the heat pool in his lower abdomen. “And all mine, gonna fuck you so full of my cum, your body only needs me, shit...!” He throws his head back, lips parting as heavy huffs slip through. Sweat drips down his skin and muscles flex as they're put to hard work. “Gonna cum, f-fuck—say it again Jimin, you’ll see no one else, just me. Say my name.”

Jimin feels small and fragile, precariously balanced on the balcony ledge as Jungkook’s thrusts become sporadic. One false move and he could easily plummet to his death, but he needs to trust. He wants to trust. He’s spent far too long pushing others away to progress his career. It’s tiring. A life without someone has been exhausting, and he’s never felt anything like this before. 

He locks in on the younger man’s predatory gaze and gets lost in the intensity of the moment. His heart thumps in his chest faster than the rapid rate in which Jungkook fucks into his sensitive heat. There’s a fire in his feral eyes that makes Jimin think, for just a moment, that perhaps this is moving too fast. But his body is light in Jungkook’s hold, and despite the dangerous circumstance, he feels the safest he’s ever been. 

How is that possible? 

In a matter of days he’s irrevocably fallen for a stranger—allowed himself to become marked permanently and even begged for more. He doesn’t recognize himself when he looks in the mirror, and if he’s completely honest, he likes it. 

“Jungkook, Jungkook,” Jimin pants in a whiney voice, ragged and raw. “I only want you...I want you to own me...ruin me if you want, just—“ He wrenches his eyes shut as his high creeps up and tries to get the words out before Jungkook’s slender hand works him to finish. “Fuck your cum in me, please. I’ve been so good...I need it so bad. Only want to be filled by you.”

Jimin is so good, it has Jungkook foaming at the mouth. There are no other words he could ever imagine wanting to hear more. Actually, that’s a lie...but he'd get there. Jungkook can't handle the way Jimin squeezes around him with such force. It’s as if the blonde's fleshy walls are pleading to be filled with cum, just as much as the man himself wants it. He’s so close, so close... 

''Fuck, yes.. You're mine, mine mine!'' Jungkook growls lowly, eyes blown wide with his admiration, his obsession for Jimin. He sloppily snaps his hips into the model’s abused ass, gradually losing the drive he once had. Jungkook feels himself slowly crumble down as he digs deeper into Jimin's clenched insides, desperate to fill him up, desperate to get him to cum too. He keeps a firm grip around Jimin's slick cock, adamant to hurl them both over the edge. 

“Cumming,” Is all he manages to cry out—a drawn out, low moan replacing his ability to speak as spurts of white gush into Jimin. “Oh fuck, yeah..” Jungkook keeps his head thrown back as the muscles in his throat strain, adam's apple bobbing heavily in unison with the way his body tenses while disposing of his warm cum into his Jimin. “So good, so fucking good…” He murmurs, eyes closed in bliss. It’s as if he’s in a different world. The darkness gives him the ability to focus solemnly on feeling Jimin's tight ass milk him completely.

Jimin’s aching cock twitches in Jungkook’s grasp as he strokes him rapidly with his own release. Even with eyes closed in blinding pleasure, he can still feel every bulging muscle and pulsing vein in the younger’s arms as his nails dig into them. 

“J-Jungkook—cumming for you...” His sweat-slicked abdomen tenses as his orgasm takes hold, causing him to clench sporadically around Jungkook’s spent length, still nested deep within him. “Don’t pull out, don’t—f-uck.” He claws his nails deeper until he feels the skin break beneath them. “Stay inside me, it feels too good...don’t leave yet.” It’s a swirling mixture of gripping bliss and codependence that causes Jimin to nearly sob his needy begs into the younger’s chest. 

Jungkook’s fresh piercing drags deliciously against the model’s abused prostate as his high wears thin and his body begins to relax. 

“Don’t leave me,” Jimin pleas, pressing his plush lips blindly against any bit of the man’s exposed skin, tasting the salt of his sweat and exertion. “...not yet.”

Jungkook pulls Jimin closer, the clammy skin of their bodies pressing together as he wraps his strong arms around him—pulsating cock still lodged deep inside. 

“I'll never leave you,” Jungkook promises, pressing his nose into the damp blonde curls on the crown of Jimin's head. Being connected with his butterfly like this is all he ever wanted. "I'll give you me every day. My cum...my love,” he murmurs, pulling back a bit to grasp Jimin's jaw, guiding him to meet his eyes. “You're mine forever. Okay?” Kook smiles, his toothy grin a contrast of childish joy compared to the fire swirling in his gaze. 

Jimin is all his, in every way. Jungkook draws in the blonde by the jaw, kissing his swollen lips softly. A low hum vibrates in the younger's throat, content with the moment. Jimin melts into the kiss, feeling warm and wholly satisfied as Jungkook’s embrace protects him from the night air that slowly wraps around their naked bodies. 

“Okay,” Jimin nods with lips still connected. “And you’re mine, Puppy.” He smiles against Jungkook’s lips with a light blush. It’s a bit odd to use the pet name as a genuine term of endearment, but he likes it a lot. It suits the man perfectly—with his sharp bite, innocent gaze and shaggy soft hair. 

The sun set. They’re left in the blackness of night with just the thin veil of the moon and twinkling property lights to guide them. He loosens his grip around Jungkook’s arms and lets him slowly withdraw, wincing as the pierced head slides past his ring of nerves. He tenses to keep in the younger’s tacky cum, enjoying the warmth of it inside him. He looks towards the balcony door and back at Jungkook sheepishly. He’s sleepy after the long day, but not ready to crash yet. There’s comfort in this newfound domesticity and he even begins to feel like he’s found a second home. After such an intense scene on the balcony, he can’t resist the desire to remain close and enjoy the evening together. 

“Before bed...could you...” His eyes gleam with childish excitement, “Could you teach me how to play Overwatch?” He hates his pathetic defeat in the last round, and while it led to a very eventful night, he needs to prove he can make a comeback.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. ''You want to play Overwatch?'' He asks, even if he clearly heard the question. His smile grows wide, then nods quickly, supporting Jimin by the waist to help him come down from the ledge and on his feet. He thought to carry the model, but is too tired to do so. ''Let's play, but first I think we should take a ahower.'' 

Jungkook grabs Jimin with one hand, and the camera with the other. Completely unbothered with the scattered clothing and their nudity, he guides Jimin to the bathroom with him and mindlessly stops his recording to begin skimming through it. Perfect, Jungkook thinks, placing the camera on the large sink before turning on the hot shower. He steps inside with Jimin quickly following behind. He sighs in content when the water streams down over their bodies, sweat and other bodily fluids quickly washing down the drain. 

“You still got my cum in you?” He asks. With his attention to detail, he realizes he never saw a trace of his spilled cum on the balcony. He steps closer, pressing chests pressing, and snakes his hands around to spread Jimin's cheeks. “Need me to clean it out for you?”

The sudden grasp of Jungkook’s hands on Jimin’s ass makes him jump a little. All that work and the man wants more. It doesn’t seem he could ever get enough. 

“Yes,” Jimin replies, barely above a whisper. 

The one thing better than feeling Jungkook’s slick cum inside him could be the feeling of It getting fingered out. He has yet to experience the handiwork of the man’s long tattooed fingers. He knows it’ll feel different from his thick cock; slender, yet deft and agile. His pretty length stiffens. His abused prostate aches but the rest of his body is blazing hot and receptive once again. Even after getting fucked hard and ruthlessly, the model is eager to have his tight hole stretched even further. The hot water cascades down his small frame and loosens his muscles to relax for the other man. He inches his ass closer to Jungkook’s ministrations, giving the younger an extra push to do with him as he pleases.

Jungkook hums in approval with the way Jimin hands himself over thoughtlessly. With need, greed, and trust—all at once, giving the younger complete power of his little butterfly. 

“Can't have your pretty little ass dripping with my cum all night, can we…” He muses out loud with strong hands twirling Jimin around, firmly pressing him against the tile wall with a flat palm between his shoulder blades. He presses hard, leaving enough room for the model to move his chest away from the cold surface, but tight enough that he’d have trouble breathing. “Or maybe we could…” Jungkook continues, not really expecting any sort of response as his free hand tugs at Jimin's hip, forcing him to arch his back. “Maybe I'll just clean you just to fill you up again.”

Jungkook exhales a shaky breath and sinks his middle finger inside of Jimin, feeling the warmth of his sticky release swirling inside. He presses deeper, forcing the cum to dribble down his hand as the digit takes up all the space.

Jimin’s eyes flutter shut. His tight little ring is sore, but the sting of the stretch feels so good he’s glad the younger is holding him stable against the wall, otherwise he might sink to his knees. The width of Jungkook’s finger fills him deliciously—it’s easy for him to relax further as the digit sinks in deep, forcing the warm cum to slide out and down his thigh. 

“J-Jeonnn,” he whines aloud. His needy voice echos off the cold hard tile. He’s not exactly sure what he’s whining for—perhaps something to bite onto. Everything feels too good, all at once—the warmth of the water, the tight press of their bodies, juxtaposed by the chill of the wall. “Your fingers...fuck, Jungkook...” Even still, while he only has one finger inside him, he can’t string together a single coherent thought.

“You like this?” Jungkook's lips curl up into a smile, knowing the answer by the way Jimin shudders and whines under his touch. He shoves his finger in deeper, past the knuckle to slowly massage the elder’s sensitive prostate, forcing more of his cum to dribble out and wash down the drain. “You'll take another, won't you?” He coos, pressing his chest against Jimin's flushed back, teasing soft lips against the blonde's ear. “Want your little hole to always be ready for me.” Jungkook adds a second finger, then a third with some ease from the slick cum coating his digits, pumping them mercilessly into his ass. The wet sounds ricochet off the tiled room. Jungkook presses his body further against Jimin's—the hand that once pushed on the elders back now wraps around his own cock to stroke himself in tandem to the pace of which he fucked his fingers into Jimin. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you.”

The heat of Jungkook’s breath and the tight press of his chest makes Jimin’s body tense with arousal. He can hear the slick sounds of the younger man pleasuring himself as he fucks his long fingers in and out torturously. 

“A-are you going to—“ he cuts himself off, realising just how pathetic he would sound, begging for cock once again. But he can feel the brush of Jungkook’s hard length against his ass as he works it steadily with his other hand. It’s too distracting not to think about. “A-are you going to fuck me with your big cock?” He’s never been so needy for anyone, always taking care of himself when the mood strikes. However, he can’t picture a world where he’s alone forever after experiencing the way Jungkook possesses every dip and curve of his body.

Jungkook's lower lip becomes swollen from biting on it so much, eyes widen at Jimin's needy state. The elder seems completely consumed by every touch, and it makes him feel so powerful. Jeon Jungkook knew power. He had it all. But none of it compared to this. Having power of another human being on such a deep level. Jimin needs him, and him only. And right now, all the blonde needs is his cock. 

"Yeah." Jungkook simply states. "Gonna fuck you again, and again and again until your insides are shaped for my cock only.” Jungkook withdraws his fingers from Jimin's hole, quickly replacing it with his cock by driving his hips forward, filling up the blonde with one swift motion. A low moan slips past his lips, with one palm flat on the wet tile next to Jimin's head, seeking leverage while the other hand firmly grips his hip.

Jimin’s small hole is gaped and hungry for Jungkook to drive in deep. It’s all he can think about until he’d had it; then, it’s pure gut-wrenching pleasure. 

“Fuck me hard, please, pleeease,” the blonde begs in pitchy moans, voice quavering each time Jungkook’s hips slap against his pert ass. He winces as the pace increases without warning. It’s a pleasure in every sense of the word to be used by the photographer like this. He can feel the sting of his fresh tattoo as the hot water hits it between light rubs into the chilled wall. Each time it’s grazed by hot and cold, Jimin is reminded of the permanent claim the younger has on his body, and the matching claim he has over his. 

Jimin rolls his hips back onto Jungkook’s cock and shudders as his walls contract around the hot prodding barbell. “Wanna cum just from your cock. Gah—” He rolls his hips faster, rushing to reach his high at an impatient speed. “Use me,” he pants, barely above a whisper as he begins to lose control of his hoarse voice.

"Shit...you're such a slut." Jungkook growls out as his overgrown fringe hangs over his eyes and looks down at the way his cock disappears into Jimin's ass. “Your hole is so greedy—fuck, squeezing and sucking me in like it never wants me to leave." He’s just as greedy, wet skin smacking against Jimin’s, echoing loudly in the room. 

Needy for more momentum, the younger takes a step back, pulling Jimin's ass with him in one hand and pushing his back down into a stable position. “Arch your back for me baby." 

Jimin does as he’s told without question, just the way his partner likes it. Jungkook places both of his strong hands on Jimins ass cheeks and spreads them to properly see his cock drill in and out. His clawing grasp taints Jimins skin red, fucking into his abused hole with more strength, tugging the boy’s hips back to meet his powerful thrusts. 

“A cockslut. Jeon Jungkooks personal little cumdump. That's what you want to be, isn't it? Haa.." Kooks muscles tense up, feeling the heat of his orgasm pool in his lower abdomen. He desperately chases the feeling, paying no mind to Jimin’s aching cock. He'd cum anyway, especially with the way the younger's thick, pierced tip repeatedly jams against his prostate.

Jimin swears his knees could buckle with each new punishing thrust of the younger’s heavy cock. He can already feel his orgasm building as his smaller frame is bent and contorted to be used, walls pulsing around the swollen shaft. 

“Yes! Y-yes!” Jimin arches his back deep to grant the other man all the leverage he needs to push in entirely, sinking his reddened tip nice and deep, causing Jimin to drool onto the tiled floor. “I’m a cockslut...I’m your fucking cumdump...” 

As he’s fucked dumb Jimin abstains from touching himself. Without looking, he knows he’s painfully hard, dripping pre-cum. “Feel my tight ass gripping you...s-shit—your fat cock stretches me so good.” He peeks over his shoulder and watches Jungkook nip his bottom lip so tight that he’s sure the skin is breaking. Jungkook’s cheeks look hot and dewy from exertion; small beads of combined sweat and water drip down his soaked fringe and trail down his tensed muscles. “Gonna—oh, god...” the blonde strains against Jungkook’s hold and cums untouched, streaking his release down the tile wall, cut off by the younger cursing and stilling within him, so close to pushing every drop into his spent hole. “C-cum in me,” he whines, feeling the younger swell within him as his pitch gets louder. “Please, please, pleaseee.” He locks eyes with Jungkook and loses himself in his dark feral orbs. “Fill me up again...and again—“

Jungkook's eyes remain open, focusing on Jimin's desperate face as he cums, buried to the hilt, ensuring his blonde receives every single drop of what he has to offer. His cock throbs heavily and cum erupts like a volcanic explosion, thick and hot inside. "Oh my god, my little butterfly." 

His throaty, strained moan reverberates as he empties himself inside, smoothing his large hands across Jimin's back before wrapping around his torso, pulling him up and holding him close against his flushed chest. A soft kiss on his neck follows before Jungkook pulls himself out with a quiet whine of oversensitivity. 

"You're so perfect for me," Jungkook praises, wasting no time in carelessly shoving his fingers inside Jimin to prod the cum out, letting most of it simply dribble out and wash down the drain. “Still down for overwatch? I'm not sleepy…”

Jimin stretches and feels his body become slack with exhaustion. It has been a LONG day. He doesn’t care much for the game himself, but any opportunity to see Jungkook’s childish joy is a coveted one. Plus, he has to get better so he could beat him one day. The man is good at everything, he muses internally, recalling the beautiful photography sets he made just for him. There has to be a weak point somewhere. 

“I’ll need one of your bananamilks if I’m going to stay awake much longer,” he yawns, resting against the younger’s side as they walk into the living room. “And then get ready to fight for your life, Jeon,” he smiles. “I won’t go easy on you.”

Jungkook hands Jimin a cozy bathrobe to wear to the living room and opts for boxers for himself. He’s generally warm, and nothing beats sitting in your couch, gaming in only his underwear. Well, maybe being naked, but that'd be cheating if he taunted the blonde with his goods during an Overwatch session. 

“Let me get some, you start up the game okay?” Jungkook points towards the large TV as he diverts from their path to go find the fridge. He pulls out a couple bananamilks—more than one is surely going to be needed, at least for him. He shoves a few drinks into his arms as he carries them to the living room, letting them plop down on the glass table in front of the couch. “Alright, drink up, let's do practice rounds first to warm you up.” He grabs a drink for himself and sips on it as he raises a coy eyebrow towards Jimin.

Jimin exhales a big yawn and stretches one arm to the ceiling while the other brings the sweet milk to his lips. He takes a couple gulps and lets the cool liquid swirl along his taste buds, already familiar with the taste, nearly addicted to the artificial flavor. 

"Practice rounds?" He blinks up at Jungkook with glassy eyes, snuggling deeper into his fluffy and luxurious robe to get cozy. He sets the sugary drink aside and grips the controller with both hands, ready to try his best. "No bets, this time around," he winks at the younger man, "After I beat you, it's time for bed."

Jungkook fake pouts, slumping down on the couch with his controller in one hand and his drink in the other, chugging it down fast. “One bet. The winner gets backrubs.” He glances over at Jimin with his childish grin, finishing off his milk before starting the game.

"Hmf." Jimin smiles ahead at the tv screen and fiddles with the controller in his hands, already sweating, having lost in his mind. Why did he propose this idea? He must be a glutton for punishment because there is no way he can win against the younger. Yet... "One bet," Jimin emphasizes with one finger, "But if there's backrubs on the line, just know, I will try my best to win." He's overly ambitious. Even when he knows he's complete shit at the game, he can't help but fully commit to everything he does, whether it be a quick round of Overwatch or a spontaneous tattoo.

“Bet you'd love that. I'm great at back rubs,” Jungkook counters, nudging the elders shoulder with his own before he starts the match. “Okay, best out of three. I'm a bit tired.” He admits, rubbing his eye with one hand before grappling at his controller the second the round starts. Kook loves back rubs, but in all honesty, there isn't much else he wants than to be on the giving end in this... He knows he can easily have his way without the bet, but there is this part of him that feels more satisfied if it is earned. 

As the match carries on, he shows no mercy on the first round. Second round, he slacks slightly, giving Jimin the illusion of getting better. Actually, he is getting better. Kook can tell Jimin tries really hard, but in the end, he’s still no match compared to the younger. Now Jungkook wants to lose. So, on the last round, he deliberately slacks off and gives his reactions more time as he eventually would be at a disadvantage. 

“Damn…” He chuckles as if he wasn't just allowing Jimin to absolutely crush him.

Jimin tucks his lip in concentration, feeling a small bead of sweat trail down his craned neck. He squints his eyes to see the screen clearly—everything is moving so quick he doesn’t fully compute his next move until it’s already made. But his efforts seem to pay off, surprisingly.

“A-am I winning?” he asks, aghast. He can barely believe it, but he isn’t one to argue with a good thing. He haphazardly mashes the buttons on his controller, physically moving it to the motion of his character on the screen. His head tilts to the side to follow the virtual battle until it’s confirmed—he won. He sets down his controller with a shy smile and looks up at Jungkook with puppy eyes. “You’re a good teacher, Jeon. Too good.” He stands from the couch and nods his head towards the direction of the bedroom. “I’m ready for my reward now.”

Jungkook groans in his fake annoyance, throwing the controller to the side as he stands up, quickly wrapping his arms around Jimin only to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. 

“You did well, Jimin-aaaah~'' He draws out the endearing twist to the elders name, knowing it will make him a bit flustered, however, certain he’ll love it. 

Jimin is so small, and despite the muscular build, he’s light in Jungkook's arms. The photographer kicks the door closed behind them with his heel, approaching the large bed and gently placing the blonde down on the soft sheets.

“I'm a decent big spoon, just saying.”

“I know,” Jimin smiles, remembering the previous night. Jungkook held him close and breathed heavily in his sleep, utterly dead to the world. It’s as if his presence made the younger sleep deeply, or at least that’s how Jimin likes to remember it. 

Jimin touches his own cheeks to feel the heat radiate off them. He’s an absolute puddle after Jungkook said his name. It seems that now it only takes the smallest bit of effort from the younger to make him pliant and soft. With his easy defeat and the way Jungkook happily slung him over his shoulder, Jimin wonders just what’s gotten into him. Must be the sugar rush off the bananamilk, he thinks. 

Jimin wriggles out of his robe and crawls under the covers, warming his body within the plush designer material. “I make a great little spoon,” he smiles, contentedly nestled in the warm embrace of the oversized bedding, “...so I’ve been told.”

Jungkook manages to keep his face straight, for the most part. His lips twitches, not so subtly displeased with the sentence, '...so I've been told.’ He’s not surprised that Jimin has likely had many partners in his past, but he will surely be the last. 

He joins Jimin underneath the covers and presses his warm skin against the blonde's small back. Kook's hands reach between them, smoothing his palm across the fine, prominent line showcasing Jimin's spine... He thinks that sometime he should get a proper photograph of this visual. 

“I'd love to have your back tattooed as well,” Kook adds, not exactly directing his words towards Jimin himself—more so discussing out in the air, all while his hand mindlessly rub up and down, feeling every dent and curve of Jimin's body.

Jimin closes his eyes and enjoys the slow sensation of Jungkook rubbing him, from the wide expanse of his shoulder blades down to the small dip of his lower back. A small moan presses from his lips as the pressure builds around the tensed muscles of his deep tissue, then softens around his delicate spine. It's all the more reason to fall so quick and deep with the photographer. He can be rough and treat Jimin like he isn't a breakable model, then treat him like the most precious and fragile being on earth. He's soft and sweet yet wholly motivated and demanding at times. Perhaps it's his sleepy state of mind, but Jimin instantly nods in agreement, committing to the plan. Even if Jungkook's musing wasn't directed at anyone in particular, he is interested in what exactly the younger has in mind. 

"What would you like to mark onto my back?" He asks, rolling his hips gently into the crook of Jungkook's groin.

Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the small sound emitting from Jimin's plushy lips, and the way the elder gently presses against it surely doesn't do anything but spur his erection to awaken. One would say he's insatiable, but truly he's never been this hungry for a person before. 

“I would love…” Kook inches his hips closer, making it known that he's already feeling needier by the second. “A snake,” he adds with a low voice. His calloused fingertips trace from Jimin's shoulder down to the dimples on his lower back. “All the way down.” His hand movee to settle on Jimin's hips, softly digging his fingers into his skin to feel how the flesh protrudes between his digits. He presses his hardened cock against the blondes ass as a quiet sigh slips past his lips—the memory of being inside is still fresh on his mind. Seemingly, his cock remembers vividly as well. “I'd love to see it every time I play with you.”

Jimin rolls his hips again, deliberate and tight against Jungkook's hardening length. "Mhm," he hums. "Okay, I'll get it." The mere thought of the man playing with him over and over while his hardened cock grinds against his bare ass makes Jimin's arousal pit in the hollow of his stomach. He melts into the younger's touch as he grips and holds tight to his hips. Less and less, Jimin worries about the repercussions of his actions. If it feels right, he's doing it. The same philosophy goes for his clothing line, and it extends to each new step he takes with the photographer. He reaches between his thighs and palms his aching length, so desperate and needy for more relief. "You can mark me with whatever you want."

"I know." Jungkook breathes into Jimin's neck. Huffs fan against Jimin’s skin, hot and shallow, and hands travel down further to his ass, shamelessly grabbing at the plump cheek. "I will mark every inch of your body one way or the other. You're mine, right?" Kook presses a soft kiss on Jimin's neck, loving the way his body shudders slightly under his simple touch.

"Yes, sir," Jimin breathes, arching his back so his ass is flush with Jungkook's aching shaft. "I'm yours to mark and claim and fuck." At the peak of his desperation, Jimin says whatever comes to mind, paying no mind to how needy he sounds. It's so late and all his body wants is to be impossibly close to the other man, by any means. He wraps his hand around his rock-hard cock and strokes languidly, muffling his pitchy moans into a nearby pillow.

"That's right." Jungkook whispers into Jimin's ear before lightly sucking his earlobe between his teeth, giving it a playful tug. Kook glances down at his clothed cock, aching and staining the fabrics with droplets of his precum. “Fuck...you already got me wet again." He chuckles through a breathy sigh, not hesitating to undress, freeing his heavy length to fall onto Jimin's bare ass. He uses his hands to spread Jimin, just enough to place his cock against the puffy hole, rubbing his entire length between the plump cheeks in a teasing manner. His hips move lazily with no care to how needy his own sleepy, raspy groans must sound. "I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm sure your little hole doesn't need any preparation this time, no?"

Jimin shakes his head; face buried deep in the soft pillow. He quickens his pace, stroking his throbbing cock as Jungkook lines himself up and prods his glistening tip at his entrance. Without much coaxing, the younger slips inside, using the glide of his precum to ease in and out with shallow prods. Jimin's mouth falls open as he tries to compose his thoughts, but the words fall out into the open as filthy little confessions, telling the younger exactly how he'd like to be used. 

"Fuck me slow...and deep. Please." He whimpers into the pillow, clutching it desperately in his free hand while the other works his own precum over his reddened tip, teasing the receptive head of his cock while Jungkook plays with his ass. The soreness from earlier has completely subsided. All he feels is an overwhelming desire to be connected to Jungkook at all times; to be insatiable, together. "Cum in me. I'll keep it warm—fuck..." His breaths become uneven and labored as he strokes his hand down his shaft in a smooth motion. "...fill my ass. Wanna feel you inside me while I sleep."

Jungkook adores Jimin's filthy mouth. The more riled up the blonde gets, the filthier his language becomes; needy, begging and whiny… He doesn't say anything, but responds with actions. He grasps Jimin's leg and lifts it up slightly to grant himself access, slowly thrusting himself in deeper—jewelry on his swollen tip grazing the deepest parts with ease. His other hand is used as a cushion for his head as he lays on his side, hand tugging at the back of Jimin's curls to bring his ear closer to his lips. 

"You may keep fucking your hand all you want, but be wise with your orgasm.'' Jungkook moans when he feels Jimin's ass clench around cock, moving in and out of him at a tortuously slow pace. ''But I won't stop if you cum too fast into your pretty little hand...fuck...I can fall asleep like this, cock buried in you, using you like my own little cockwarmer." He let go of Jimin's hair, laying his head down comfortably on the pillow as he hookw the elders leg over his hip, lazily grinding his hips into his ass, low breathy moans taking over his ability, or want, to speak.

"But Jungkookieee," Jimin whimpers aloud, unable to reel in the tone of his voice once the younger man slowly drags his thick cock in and out of his tight hole torturously slow. The fresh piercing glides against his velvet walls and teases his sensitive prostate; swollen and throbbing from overuse. Jimin pumps his dick occasionally but temporarily refrains from going too fast out of fear he might cum too soon. He was already so close when Jungkook entered him that he could cum just from the delicious stretch. 

"Mmf--" Jimin muffles his needy noises into the pillow and focuses on their connection, hot breath and sinful praises falling from Jungkook's cherry lips as he melds their bodies together with a gentle roll of his hips. "G-gonna..." He smothers his face in the pillow and starts to stroke himself when the pleasure becomes too much to bear. "Gonna cum around your cock...Gonna—ahh—" He loses his composure and shakily shoots his release into his small hand, smearing the fluid messily as he clenches, then lets go of everything.

If Jimin hadn’t been used three times already, Koo could have been less considerate. He would have wanted the elder to continue to stroke himself through the oversensitivity, but he'd been so good. Koo decides to just let Jimin relax and take what the younger one gives. 

"I love the sounds you make. You sound so desperate for me... fuck..." Jungkook's hips grind faster, no longer pulling out all the way, instead keeping himself snug and deep inside as he shallowly drives his pelvis against Jimin's ass, piercing still prodding and abusing the elders prostate. "Keep squeezing, keep going, I'll cum..." Jungkook moans through his dampened lips, swollen from biting down on them. "Oh, fuck... you're so tight, I'm gonna cum—" his low words break into a silence, heavy breaths replacing them as he grabbed Jimin harshly only to press his hips flush against his ass, reaching as deep as possible. His cock desperately throbs inside of Jimin, gushing with spurts of his thick, sticky cum claiming it's spot. "Mine..." Jungkook whispers, letting go of Jimin and wrapping his arm around to  hug him. He keeps his pulsating cock lodged inside to keep all the cum securely in place. "You're so cute. It's the third time today and you're still so so needy... ahh, you're perfect for me." He mumbles as he presses his cheek against the pillow, closing his eyes to finally get some sleep.

Jimin pulsates around Jungkook's cock as it remains deep inside his abused hole. He feels calm and secure, connected together, used for the photographer's pleasure. He could slip off to sleep at any moment, but the sticky mess tacking his hand to his slick cock distracts him from fully surrendering to his heavy eyelids. 

"W-wait." He remembers back to Jungkook's personal studio—how wide his deep brown eyes got when Jimin crawled on hands and knees to lap his own cum off the floor. Jimin lifts his sticky hand from his twitching cock and looks over his shoulder at Jungkook. The man is already halfway asleep, but his eyes are open to slits, watching him patiently. "Look how hard you made me cum, Jeon..." He holds his dripping fingers to the light and marvels at how the thick fluid slides down his palm. Before it falls onto his wrist, he captures it on his tongue, flattening it on his skin for the younger to see. "Mm," he moans, moving his hand to lick away every drop.

Jungkook's doe eyes widen at the sight, swirling with admiration. Jimin truly was perfect, everything he wants and needs. "C'mere," he sleepily whispers as he reaches to grasp Jimin's chin, turning the man’s neck to draw him in for a kiss, humming in content at the taste of the elders' release mixed with their spit. Jungkook pulls back with a coy smile and eyes, struggling to stay open as he buries his face in Jimin's back, arm secured around him as he remains still inside, keeping his cum from seeping out. "Goodnight baby," Kook murmurs into the smaller man's back, mouthing a silent 'I love you' before pressing his lips against his clammy skin, quickly drifting off to dreamland.

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Christening the House | Connor Brashier

A/n: this was supposed to be longer, but I knew if I kept going I would never post it, so it’s this. And yes, part of the beginning is from my fic “Moving In.” This is the same “universe” if you will. Also, yeah I’m sorry if this absolutely sucks!

Summary: Connor wants to break in the new house.

Warnings: awful smut writing, fingering, oral, slight choking, protected and unprotected sex (be safe, my dudes) and there might be more but idk honestly

Word count: 1.7k

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It only makes sense that the first room we finished was our bedroom. I mean, unless we planned on sleeping in the living room for the next few weeks while we try and figure out this whole place and what we were going to do with all the space. The house was definitely bigger than we needed, but if one day we were to add to the family, it made sense to have a larger house. I think it was a subconscious thought for both us – buying a home that would be our forever home, the one we would raise our kids in, grow old in.

“I think that’s the last of it, sweetheart.” Connor says, placing his freshly fluffed pillow on his side of the bed.

I flatten out the rug at the foot of the bed and smile fondly at the room. “It looks good, don’t you think?” I ask, glancing around the room.

“Mhmm…” he hums, his arms wrapping around my waist. “But you look better.”

“Oh yes,” I mutter. “I’m sure my matted hair and sweat are a huge turn on for you, huh?”

“Well that’s how I leave you every night, isn’t it?” He muses, running soft kisses down the side of my neck, to my shoulder, where his teeth sink into my skin.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat and he takes that as encouragement, moving the straps of my tank top to give himself more access. “Con,” I say, turning in his arms, my hand flying to his hair. “We have to … work on… the bathroom,” I mumble against his lips.

“Later,” he growls. “Wanna love on you for a little bit.”

“But-“

“Baby, I’m doing some of my best work here, you can’t just talk through it.”

“Best work, huh? I think you’ve done better.”

“Oh, I have? Well I guess we’re just gonna have to make this my best work then.”

“I’d love to see you try, bub.”

“Don’t challenge me, baby girl,” his hands sneak up my shirt, and back down, sending shivers down my spine as they come back down and he pops the button of my jeans.

“oh, an eager boy, are we?” I tease.

His hand easily slips down my pants and I gasp. He smirks, “And I’m eager?” his lips graze my ear as he rubs me through my panties, causing my eyes to flutter shut and a soft moan to escape my lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” I roll my eyes and pull him back to my lips. “Just keep your promise, okay?”

“I am a man of my word.” Before I know it, he has me on my back, completely naked, on our freshly made bed. But I’m enjoying his lips on my shin too much to worry about that right now. “Okay,” he says, pulling back from my heat, where I so desperately need him. “I know I’m kinda busy here, but this run is really comfortable.”

I laugh, covering my face, “Glad to heat it, now could you?”

“Right, sorry,” he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his head between them once again. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips when his tongue flicks over my already sensitive nub, and then I feel the soft push of one of his fingers at my entrance and my back arches. He’s quick to push me back on the bed, though, his tongue picking up its pace, working so nicely that I almost can’t tell that his fingers have left me. He’s sucking and slurping while I fill the room with more lengthy moans and heavy breaths. The sounds coming from us are boarder line pornographic, but neither of us seem to care. “Hmm… so wet for me,” he utters, kissing down my folds.

“Jesus, Connor. More.” I beg.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His lips leave a wet trail down the inside of my thigh and I can’t help but whimper when his teeth sink into the sensitive skin. He kisses his way back up and I squirm at the feeling of his lips on my clit once again.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Use your words, y/n. What do you want?”

This is torture. Absolute torture. But he needs to hear me or he won’t continue. “Fingers, Connor. Please. I need you.”

“That’s my girl,” he smirks against me as one finger slips inside, soon followed by another. The stretch is perfect. So perfect. And he knows too, if not from how many times he has done this, then from my moans and whines and whimpers that are filling the room. Some loud, some broken from where my breath hitches. He knows just how to work me to the edge. And he does it. Just as I can feel my high building from just his fingers and tongue, he pulls away, leaving me heaving and whining for him to come back.

“Bubba. Please,” I cry, not at all caring about just how desperate I sound.

“Shh… I know, baby girl. I know. But I wanna feel you around me. Can’t have you getting off from just my fingers the first time in our new room.” He gets off his knees and shuffles quickly to his nightstand, taking a condom out of the top drawer. “Safety first,” he chuckles, sliding his pants and boxers down the length of his legs. I hum, watching him. I need him. I’m desperate for him. And the ache between my legs is making sure I know just how desperate I am.

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Later, after we’ve rested a bit from our activities, we find ourselves in our bathroom, putting on some final touches. Connor’s hanging up a picture he took of the ocean when we were on our honeymoon, and I’m putting our extra towels on the shelf next to the shower.

“Does it look straight?” he asks me, turning his head from side to side, closing one eye and then the other.

I lift myself onto the counter stare at the photo for a second. “It looks good to me.”

He turns back to face me and smirks. “You look good to me.”

I shake my head, “Oh no. No, sir. We just had sex.”

“And?”

“And what are you planning on doing? Having sex with me in every room of the house?”

He shrugs. “I mean… yeah. That was kind of the plan.”

“I – Connor David!”

“What? I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s kinda like we’re christening the house. Or, you know, we’re just making sure the furniture and everything is uh… sturdy, yeah. I mean, if it can take me pounding into you, I think we got something pretty good, don’t you?”

I can’t help but laugh. “You are something else, my dear,” I say, but I can’t say that the thought of having sex in every room is kinda hot. Especially the kitchen. On the counter. I bite my lip at the thought.

“So… what do you think?”

I nod, “Okay. But if we’re doing it in here, can we at least do it in the shower?”

He smirks and closes the distance between us. “Absolutely,” he kisses my lips gently. “The acoustics are better in there anyway. Can hear your melodic moans much better in there.”

I slap his chest, “I hate you,” I say with an eye roll.

“I adore you, too.”

He’s not wrong about the acoustics, although hearing my moans and whimpers amplified makes me a little self-conscious. But Connor is having none of that.

“Why so quiet, love?” He asks with another harsh thrust into me. I muffle my groan into his shoulder, pressing gentle kisses – in deep contrast to what’s currently happening – to his wet skin. “Want to hear you,” he groans, nipping at the soft spot behind my ear. “Gonna let me hear you?” His hand roams up my body, and he tugs on my nipple. I can’t hide that moan and he knew that when he did it. “There is it. That’s my good girl.”

Oh god, I’m a whimpering mess now.

“You take me so well, don’t you?” he coos, brushing my wet hair out of my face before bringing his hand back down, where it latches to my throat and we squeezes gently. “I love having you like this, pretty girl. Gasping for me. Whining me for me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going? You want to cum for me?”

I nod desperately, “Please Connor. Plea –” my breath catches in my throat with a particularly hard thrust.

“Say my name again,” he groans, and I swear it’s my favorite sound in the world. Just like he likes watching me come undone for him, I love watching the same thing. I love the shape his mouth makes when he’s moaning. And the way his eyes shut so tight when he’s reaching his high. I like watching – trying to watch, would be more accurate – his concentrated thrusts with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

I whine, gripping his hair tighter.

“Say it again,” he growls, the hand around my neck gripping tighter and I didn’t think it was even possible for me to get any wetter, I mean we’re fucking in a shower.

“Connor,” I gasp just as I feel myself getting closer, the coil in my stomach threatening to uncurl.

“Cum with me, baby,” he begs and if his sloppy thrusts are any indication at all, he’s close too.

“Fuck,” I almost scream. “Connor, I’m gonna – fuck, Con. Connor,” I sob as I reach my high, and he follows close behind me.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against my skin, pressing wet kisses to my collar bone as he slowly sets me back on the ground. He doesn’t let go of me though, thankfully, because I can feel my legs buckling beneath me. We stay like this for a few minutes, the water splashing us and we heave in breaths. “We should clean up,” he says finally, running his hand gently over my hair.

I nod, my eyes closed while I rest my head against his warm chest. “Okay.”

“Here, turn for me. I’ll wash your hair,” he presses his lips to my temple.

“Just,” I take in a deep breath, “give me another second, okay? Still can’t trust my legs.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, love.”

I shake my head, “Don’t be.”

“I’ll rub your sore muscles when we get into bed, yeah? That sound okay?”

I hum, “Sounds perfect.”

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Let’s start a chain of sweetness.

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

ONE: He is one snarky guy. Being such a reserved and quiet person irl, I don’t often get to snark or be witty in conversations so it’s really nice to do that with Reno.

TWO: As I’ve mentioned in the past, Reno is a three-dimensional character - he acts like a bad guy but has a conscience hiding deep down that he only shows to Rude. He has feelings and emotions he’s stuffed down as deep as he can and it’s interesting to think what could happen if they just bubbled to the surface.

THREE: Reno is a trained combatant. I’ve gotten into writing combat as of recent and getting to write it with him feels like a blessing. I never got to write combat at all with Noctis, not even in fanfics so writing and choreographing fight scenes feels great. It’ll get put to use one day.

FOUR: The amount of stuff he just has tucked away everywhere - and that’s just on his person. He has things folded up neatly and tucked in pretty much all his pockets. “Why does he not have huge bumps sticking out?” I hear you ask. Tetris logic.

FIVE: For all the violence that’s involved with his job, Reno is a secret sweet bean. He hates showing it but he craves even the tiniest sliver of affection and dislikes being alone unless he really, really needs to be alone. Idk can you tell I’ve been grasping at straws from point 2 onwards?

5 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

Why can I only pick 5?? I love so many D:

ONE: Always at the top of my lists is @rude-at-your-service​. He’s my bro and I always love seeing him on my dash. He was the 8th person I followed when I made this blog back in 2015 and I’m super duper glad we’ve reconnected (and he helped keep me sane for part of my train journeys last month). And just for you good sir; jag skulle behöva lite vatten. (Say the thing, I dare you)

TWO: Next up we have Lyri for whomst I shall tag @hautevaux​. Lyri is a gem. Lyri is bae. Vaux is bae. I was really shy to approach at first because her writing is just 😲😲 it’s so good and we’ve really clicked since we first started talking and I love it. Also, I promise I’m not ignoring you when you compliment me, my brain just blue screens and doesn’t know what to do.

THREE: @that-turk-laney​ come back to us, Mia! We miss you! But seriously, I think Mia was one of the first people I followed when I returned back in February and she’s really helped me build Reno up. We really need to get that soft thread going, we really do. Movie night for Reno and Elena, yes please.

FOUR: JAEJAE. I love the good JaeJae over at @cssnei​. He got me really into some stuff coughUpUpDownDowncoughDevilMayDrycough and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. Every Wednesday we sit and wait for DaParty to start streaming then type in capitals at each other on Discord while laughing our asses off. I enjoy the fun we have and I hope that doesn’t change when we finally run into each other.

FIVE: Finally, I’ve decided to finish off with @shinrasfirst​ whom I used to admire from afar. Min is super cool and I spent actual weeks trying to get myself to check them out and follow them because we have a few mutuals and I was like “Hnnnnnn, I’m sure we’d get along but hhhhhhhhh”. Then they followed me first and I was like “!!!! wtf????” so yeah, now we occasionally talk about Kpop and I can’t remember what else we’ve talked about but we’ve talked about other things. (I have Discord if you want it)

5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

I’m gonna cheat here and group a bunch of songs together because y’all need to be exposed to my here there and everywhere music taste. (Judge me, I dare you)

ONE: So I’m actually putting 3 songs in here. My mum’s favourite decade has always been the 80′s so I grew up listening to a lot of D.uran D.uran - I still have memories of us in her green car with the cassette player and I’d beg for us to listen to the D.uran D.uran tape (which is merely 10 years older than me!). My favourites have always been Rio, Hungry Like The Wolf, and Save A Prayer. SAP is absolutely my first emo song. (And interestingly enough, I don’t think Reno would listen to DD songs)

TWO: Infinity by Guru Josh. This. Damn. Song. Why is it so bloody difficult to find the specific version I grew up with?? But yeah, the saxophone has stuck with me all these years - and I’m still proud of myself for identifying the first instrument heard as a saxophone. I feel like this song says something about me...

THREE: Courtesy of JaeJae, I am super into DMC. Nero’s theme in 5 is probably my favourite thing in existence and I’m probably going to listen to it on Thursday. Sticking with video game music, let’s add some more here shall we? This remix of Supporting Me used in S.onic F.orces just gets me in the right spot. That goddamn guitar is just *chefs kiss*. Also the theme for Green Hills in the Sonic movie makes me want to sob because I grew up with Sonic the Hedgehog in my life and the movie being really good despite some pacing and editing issues-- I just-- someone come cry with me 😭 THOSE CHORDS (also chucking in Un-gravitify from Riders: Zero Gravity because that series is underrated as hell and I can’t believe Free Riders killed it. Revive Riders, you cowards. Give me my extreme gear back) - I feel like Reno would definitely listen to a lot of video game music (especially from Sonic and DMC)

FOUR: It’s Brit time again: Mr Brightside by The Killers- ahem, sorry, the anthem for the UK. Cheesy Brit songs? Yes, please. 5, 6, 7, 8 by Steps was my childhood - I still know the steps to it ;¬¬, I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred is an absolute must and you know Reno listens to this even if it’s not particularly to his taste - it just fascinates him, THIS SONG - I love it so much and I’ve convinced myself I can mimic it almost perfectly, my mum probably sensed something was up years ago considering my obsession with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Bands like Busted and McFly with songs like Glad I Crashed The Wedding and Obviously, as well as VengaBoys with We Like To Party are joint guilty pleasures.

FIVE: To flip to a whole other spectrum, both Reno and I are fond of rock and metal and you will likely find one of us mouthing along and bopping our heads to songs like Hero by Skillet, Bodies by Drowning Pool (I have to resist the urge to scream along every time), It Has Begun by STARSET, and Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead. It only just clicked with me in recent months that I did in fact have an emo phase (if a little low-key) and it was devoid of P!atD and MCR which is a crime. But songs like this are absolutely guilty pleasures for both myself and Reno.

Tagging: Everyone tagged above, as many of my Aerith/Aeris mutuals as I remember: @roseusuitta, @cultivatxr, @pulchralilium, @floralcetra, @flowergirlgillionaire, @wallflowergainsborough, @churchflower, @thememcry, @angetoile, and YOU (should you wish to do it)!

Tagged by: @madamdirectcr

#OoC #Positivity #long post

[schrijverr]

I Wrote My Own Deliverance

Chapter 5 out of 10

Alexander Hamilton is reborn as Alex Hambleton. He is desperate not to make the same mistakes twice, but it seems he is stuck in the narrative, unable to get out. Familiar faces pop up all around him as he attempts to keep his previous life a secret and write himself out of the story.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!!

~~~~~~~~~~

Washington’s project had been the last one before his finals for this semester, which meant that after the finals week he would be done with this year. His first year so far had been a success, he was on his way, the first steps had been set.

The last few weeks went by in a blur as he worked through stacks of books, typed thousands of words and worked himself to the bone only to collapse at the end of his finals, ready to sleep for the rest of time.

Sadly that was not in the cards and the campus would be closing over the summer break, leaving Alex without a place to stay if he didn’t start looking soon.

It was still playing heavily on his mind when he got a text from an unknown number: Martha wants to celebrate your successes this year. If you are free for dinner this Sunday. - G.Wash

His shoulders felt lighter as he excitedly typed out a reply: Tell her I would love to come over and see her again. A. Ham

He usually didn’t sign off his texts, but he was willing to do as Washington did to make the man more comfortable and it reminded him of times when he signed all letters like that. From love letters to slam dunks in the media to grievous notes to surviving family members.

Sunday crept up on him and soon he found himself in his nicest pair of clothing on the steps of a big house as he nervously knocked at the door. Washington had been cool about his decision, but Mama M had always been scarier and he wasn’t sure what would happen when she saw him again.

The door was opened by a beautiful woman with a kind smile, who asked: “Alexander?”

A smile split his face as he replied: “Mama M, it’s good to see your face.”

Immediately he was pulled through the door as Mama M wrapped him up into her arms, before patting him down and telling him he needed to eat more and was he sleeping alright?

When her assessment of him was done, she turned stern and berated: “Now, young man, what were you thinking? I would love to hear how you came to the conclusion you did and broke Eliza’s heart, she was always such a kind young woman.”

He’d seen it coming, but the words were still like a stab in his chest. He had never really forgiven himself for what he had done, even if Eliza had. The Reynolds Pamphlet was the biggest burden he carried and the reason he wanted to prove himself.

Last time he had proven himself worthy of the History Books, this time he would also prove himself worthy of kindness.

“I messed up, Mama M.” he decided on honesty, “I made a mistake and I’m taking this second chance at life to do better, but yeah, I messed up big time and I honestly have no excuses.”

Mama M gave him one more look, before her features softened again: “That was the best answer you could have given, dear. Now, come in. I made beef and I have some vanilla ice cream, are those still your favorites?”

“You know me so well.” Alex smiled as he followed her farther into her home, looking at the pictures on the walls and the old-fashioned décor.

“I see you passed her grilling.” it was very strange to see Washington, former President of the United States of America and now prestigious Professor, in jeans and a Tshirt.

“It would seem so, sir.” Alex grinned back.

“Good then you can go set the table.” Washington smiled.

The dinner was nice. It felt only weeks ago when he had last sat there, even though it was centuries in a different home, surrounded by different faces of the same people. It was familiar in a new way, how he rambled about his classes and Mama M talked about the law firm she worked at, making Alex ask even more questions.

Slowly the conversation turned to the past and the too short retirement Washington had gotten to enjoy. He sighed: “Ah well, life goes as it goes. And Martha and I still go to Virginia each year over the holiday, so it’s not all for naught.”

“That sounds great, sir.” Alex said, then he mused, “I should be looking for somewhere to stay this holiday too, but everything is just so expensive and finding an extra job is hard. Though, I suppose there are quite a few homeless shelters in the city, I’ll figure something out.”

“You have nowhere to stay?” Mama M said, sounding more distressed than Alex had thought.

He quickly backtracked: “No- well, yes, but also don’t worry about it, Mama M. I didn’t mean to say that, just thinking. I’ll manage, really, nothing new.”

Alex was absolutely not helping his case, but he was panicking, so he cut himself some slack.

“You can stay with us, come to Virginia.” she offered, still slightly horrified, “We don’t mind and I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself out there for an entire summer.”

“That is really kind of you, but, uhm-” he shot a helpless look to Washington, who just held his hands up in surrender as he left Alex on his own, “I have a job,” yeah that worked and wasn’t even a lie, “and I really need it, I can’t take time off and traveling from Virginia to my job each day with public transport is going to be too expensive and takes too much time. I really, really appreciate the offer, Mama M, but I really can’t.”

“And what if you stayed here and had the car.” she countered.

“Mama M, I can’t-”

He hadn’t thought of a good argument, but luckily Washington stepped in: “And how will we get to Virginia then, Martha. It’s very sweet you want to help, but Alexander is an adult, he can make his own choices.”

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

“Hey!”

Alex got ignored by the two others who were having a staring match. Martha raised a brow and said: “He could drive us to Virginia, stayed the weekend then drive back by himself and come to pick us up at the end of our holiday?”

“Martha...” was all Washington said as a grin formed on Mama Ms face. She pleasantly smiled: “So that’s settled then. Alex you’re staying here. We still need a cat sitter for Hammy.”

Swallowing heavily Alex accepted, he knew better than to argue with Mama M when she had made up her mind, especially when Washington agreed, reluctant as it might be. Instead he smiled and sincerely replied: “Really, thank you so much, ma’am. You truly are a wonderful woman. Also, Hammy? Please tell me I don’t have another cat-counterpart, Mama M.”

“I do try, you charmer.” she patted his cheek, before rising to clear the table, “And, cat-you really is a sweetheart, you’ll like him.”

Alex jumped up to help her, trailing after her like a puppy as she switched topics to the latest essay for his blog.

#RR writing #hamilton #hamilton the musical #Hamitlon AU #alexander hamilton #george washington #martha washington #I Wrote My Own Deliverance #I Wrote My Own Deliverance Chapter 5

[cowboisss]

god I only just found your blog and I have to say, your Hosea smut is ON POINT!! It's so damn good. So now, naturally, I crave more - could you maybe write about Hosea and a female reader, where Hosea is very gentle with her but the reader wants a bit uhm, rougher sex, so one night she just starts calling him 'sir' all of a sudden? and he is really into that? Or! If you don't wanna write that I'd also happily read any other smutty Hosea x reader scenario you fancy! I just want more Hosea smut ;;

Sir - Hosea x Reader 

A/N Thank you so much omg I always worry when I write so hearing that makes my heart happy :D I tried to make it a little rough, but that is just so hard for me to do, so I tried my best aha. Here it is, I hope you like it and that it lived up to expectations! 

This is just 2,000 words of pure, absolutely unadulterated smut and you know what that means

18+ ONLY PLEASE, NO YOUNGINS

The night was fast approaching, the hotel room warm and cozy. Hosea’s lips were warm against your neck, and his arms felt like a protective shield wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. 

“Evenin’ Hosea,” you murmured contently, letting yourself relax into his arms. It was rare the two of you ever got alone time around camp, so when he suggested that you go to a hotel in town for the evening, you were all for it. 

“Evening,” he replied, his voice low, and you already knew what he had in mind. With a small chuckle you spun around in his arms, coming face to face with him and planting a soft kiss on his lips. You brought your hands up to cup his jaw, deepening the kiss, and when you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. 

“It’s been a while…” you mused, a sly smile dancing on your lips. “Reckon you still got it in you?” You couldn’t help the teasing, and Hosea took it all in good faith as he replied with another kiss. 

His words were soft and gentle against your skin, barely tracing their way to your ears. “Of course darling, especially for you." 

Oh how he longed for nights like these, with no one to steal his attention from you and all the time in the world to do nothing but love you. The only lights in the room were the twin electric lamps on the bedside tables, which gave off a warm glow that did nothing but soften your already delicate features, and burn them further into his memory. He tenderly traced your cheek with his thumb, eyes focused on you and you alone, and he planted a kiss on your nose, causing you to let out a giggle. 

Before either of you knew what was happening the clothing layers you had were gone, and the only fabric you felt was the plush of the hotel bed sheets against your bare back, enveloping you. Your hands roamed of their own accord up his own bare chest, committing each and every dip and curve of his geography to memory as if you hadn’t already done so many times before. 

Pulling him down into another kiss, you nipped at his lips, begging for a slice of what you knew to be the rough outlaw he was, but instead he remained his ever-gentle self, pulling away and pressing loving kisses to your jaw and neck. You knew that tonight, like all the other nights, would be exactly the same if you didn’t do something. 

With a barely audible whine you nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in his scent before letting your head fall to gaze into his eyes.

"Hosea, please,” you begged, pouting your lips at the quizzical look he gave you. It appeared you would have to spell it out for him. “Please, sir." 

Something inside him shifted, and the dawning of realization appeared on his face. Suddenly his eyes were darker, and his hand traveled further down to grip your hip with more force, though still not enough to bruise. Ever the gentleman, even now. 

"I’m sorry darling, what was that?” He asked, quietly, teasingly, and you felt the edges of a playful pout make their way onto your lips.

“Please, sir, I need you…” In one fluid motion you wrapped your arms around his neck and arched yourself to kiss him once more, and the grunt that left him was enough to tell you it worked. 

And the kiss. Dear Lord, the kiss. Never before had he kissed you with the ferocity with which he was kissing you now. You couldn’t help your moans, tumbling from sloppy, open mouthed connections that lasted as long as either of you had breath to spare. 

As you began to roll your hips in eagerness, Hosea left your lips for your neck, pressing the same messy kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. Each one left a parting gift of a barely noticeable nip, as if he was trying to hold himself back but couldn’t help his own eagerness just a little. 

“I hope you know,” he said, punctuating every word with a kiss in a different spot, “that I don’t intend to be gentle with you tonight, dear, now that you’ve gone and done that.” You almost rolled your eyes, pressing your own kiss to his neck.

“Why do you think I said it in the first place, sir?” You whispered, voice breathy, right by his ear. Rather than replying to you, he simply chuckled lowly and trailed his hand down your body, flitting over the curve of your hip and over the surface of your thighs, before finally, finally dancing over the place you needed him most. 

However that dance was soft, too soft, and short lived, and as he pulled his hand away you let out a faint whine, bucking your hips to try and follow his hand like a dog begging for scraps. 

“Ah ah ah,” he said, stilling your hips. You obeyed, and his hand moved from your hip up your torso, until his thumb met with the peak of your nipple, tracing it over with care and eliciting quiet moans from you. His eyes flicked to your face for a moment before he dipped his head down, setting his mouth on your nipple and making you nearly gasp. That is, until he lightly bit down, and you actually did gasp. 

“Hosea-!” He shot you a half-playful, half-warning glare, eyebrows raised, and your cheeks heated up. “I- I mean, sir…”

“Good girl,” was all he murmured before returning to your breast, and this time you knew what to expect.  

“Please…” you begged after some time, yearning for more than just his mouth on you. “I need you, I need more, please…” He seemed to take pity on the way you whined, and without missing a beat one of his hands found your core once more, and promptly buried a finger deep inside you. 

You let out a loud cry and you hands buried themselves in his hair, while your back arched further and begged of its own accord. Not soon after, he added another finger, and stretched you so deliciously open. By now, you couldn’t stop the noises falling from your mouth even if you wanted to, and that seemed perfectly fine by Hosea. There was no one from camp to hear, after all. 

He parted himself from your chest to gaze into your face, though his fingers did not stop nor even slow down their assault. “Does that feel good dear?” He growled, speeding up his fingers ever so slightly, to which you replied with a small nod. 

“Yesss…” you drawled, head tilted back and eyes closed and not at all noticing the gaze of adoration he fixated on you. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, knuckles turning white as you focused on the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out, in and out of you. He laughed as your hips began to buck wilder, a sign he knew to mean you were close.

“You’re such a good girl, fucking yourself on my fingers… So needy…” He pressed his nose to your neck, kissing it. So rare was it for Hosea to swear like that and so welcome was the shift in his demeanor, that you felt yourself tense up at his voice. He grinned at that, curling his fingers ever so slightly and drawing out another cry from you. “Do you like that, hmm?" 

"Yes, sir, yes…” It seemed that was all you were capable of saying as of that moment, though the growl that he emitted told you that was beyond okay. 

“Then cum for me, darling,” he demanded, “come on, cum all over my fingers.” You yelped and moaned as he curled his fingers once more, letting yourself tumble into pure bliss as everything around you went white. 

When you finally opened your eyes, Hosea pressed a kiss to your lips, rough and hungry and letting you know that this was far from over. Your chest heaved from exhaustion but nonetheless you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him close. He brushed a hand against your cheek, and you gladly nuzzled into his hand, before he swiftly pushed himself inside of you and drew out your loudest cry yet. 

He set a punishing pace almost immediately, causing the bed headboard to smack against the wall behind it, adding to what you were sure were many scars that decorated it. How he had this in him you weren’t sure, but you welcomed it with open arms. 

Suddenly he sat back on his knees, gripping your leg with one hand while the other took hold of your throat, and you nearly came right then and there. You moaned loudly, causing him to let out a low chuckle and squeeze your throat a little harder.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned out, his voice gravelly and full of lust. You looked up at him through your haze, your mouth wide open as you let out a continuous string of moans and “sir"s. His usually neatly combed hair was a mess on his head, sticking with sweat to his forehead as his brow furrowed in concentration. 

He gazed right back at you, the corners of his mouth upturning into a small, almost tender smile. You were absolutely gorgeous like this, and he loved to just watch the way your face contorted in pleasure. He moved a hand from your leg to your clit, rubbing it in feather light circles and causing your core to tighten up. You gripped his forearm, feeling the cord inside of you threatening to snap. "I-I’m gonna-”

“No. Hold it for me, darling.”

Your eyes widened, as of that moment you couldn’t think of any time that he denied you, and this was certainly new. Nevertheless, your desire to please him overrode your shock, and you clenched yourself in an endeavor to control your oncoming orgasm, though you weren’t so sure how long you would last.

“Please, I… I can’t…” you panted, eyes screwing shut. He didn’t let up his relentless pounding, though he did loosen his grip on your throat a little, choosing instead to gently caress your neck with his thumb. 

“Yes, you can. Be a good girl for me,” he murmured, leaning over to give you a kiss, before picking up his pace even more. You were on the verge of tears, a stream of begs falling from your lips as you used all your effort to keep your climax at bay. You let your hands run down his back, dragging your nails and making him groan.

“Please, please, pleeeease…” You cried, and Hosea’s eyes softened. Sweetly, he moved his hand from your throat to wipe away the tears on your cheeks, though it wasn’t long before it returned.

“Go on, sweetheart.” The hand on your throat tensed up as you clenched around him, and he sped up his touches on your clit. “Cum for me, give it all to me.” 

You nearly screamed, gripping onto Hosea for dear life, arching your back into him as he continued to thrust into you. You vaguely registered when he growled and stilled his hips, only noticing when he buried his face in your neck and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. 

Slowly, you relaxed your body, already feeling the effects of exhaustion taking their toll. Hosea had collapsed on top of you, and preceded to roll over onto the bed, giving you room to breathe. Neither of you said anything for several moments, the only sound in the room being your heavy breaths and the distant noise from the saloon on the floor below. Eventually, he turned his head to look at you, a soft, satisfied smile on his face. 

“Come here, darling,” he said, bringing you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you, before pulling the covers over both of you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, tenderly running his fingers over your neck. You shook your head, nuzzling into his chest.

“No, I’m okay,” you replied, letting out a quiet yawn. “Just really sleepy.” He chuckled, kissing your head and then resting his chin on top, simply enjoying the feeling of you cuddled against him.

Soon enough your eyelids grew heavy and your breathing evened out, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic beating of Hosea’s heart. Hosea was quick to follow.

“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes. You mumbled your own half-asleep confession, causing a smile to appear on his face as he succumbed to a dreamless, satisfied rest.

#rdr2 #hosea matthews #hosea x reader #nsft #ask me anything! #im sorry this took so long #but i hope it was worth it #im like exhausted after writing this and i dont know why #time to sleep

[jocelynscloset]

Unexpected (Author!Kylo Ren AU)

Song Rec For This Imagine: My Blood - Ellie Goulding

Pairing: Author!Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1,319

Warnings: something, I don’t know. In the words of my friend “if there’s no warning, is it really worth reading?”, so here you go, a warning.

Summary & Author’s Note: This is an author!Kylo AU fic that was requested by my very best friend over @basicavocados, who was on facetime with me the entire time while writing this, and I would really appreciate it if you went and sent her some love. She just started a blog for writing and stuff like that, so send her some love and maybe a request or two? 

Send me concepts to write about or send a request through my ask box!

Your cheeks are flushed from the cold, the frost having bitten them on the way to your favorite coffee shop to work for the morning, as you usually do during the week. As a freelance journalist, you get to choose where you work, and you change the location seasonally. During the summer, it’s on your balcony, with your big comfy outdoor loveseat and a cocktail, and in the late autumn, it’s here in your favorite coffee house at the big, oakwood table in the corner. 

Once you’re safely inside, the warmth flooding your skin and your senses, making your eyes water a little at the shift, you pull off your hat and unwrap your scarf before starting toward your usual spot. You notice that the coffee shop is way more crowded than usual, and by the time you get to your favorite spot, someone is already there, and the only seat left in the entire coffeehouse is right across from him. 

You immediately notice how handsome this man is. His jet black hair is styled perfectly in waves that frame his face, and his broad shoulders are clad in a tweed suit-jacket. His thin-framed glasses are balancing on the bridge of his nose as he’s slightly bent over a few copied papers covered in handwritten notes in multiple colors. A laptop rests open in front of him, sitting next to a nearly full cup of coffee.

You approach slowly, not wishing to startle him as he looks very focused, and bring your closed hand to your mouth as you clear your throat. He looks up quickly and when he sees you standing before him, he straightens up and offers a kind, but confused smile. “Hello, can I help you?” he offers, and you look quickly to the empty seat.

“Um, yes, actually, I was wondering if I could sit there? It’s the, uh, last seat in the house.” He doesn’t even bother to look around, and simply nods, gesturing toward the empty chair for you to sit down. You thank him and hang your laptop bag on the chair, and once you sit down, your friend, a barista at the shop, walks over and shoots you a look as she’s on her way over. She knows that you come here every day and sit in the spot that this handsome man is currently occupying, and the words ‘oh my god’ as well as ‘he’s cute’ are written all over the expression she makes as she approaches.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” She chirps once she’s next to you. You glance over to his cup and notice he’s ordered a latte. “I’ll have a vanilla latte, please.” She glances over to the drink, tracing your thought process, and once she’s responded with a quick, “I’ll get that for you,” she winks as she turns toward the counter. You blush slightly, wondering why you would do that. 

The man across from you was still working diligently, though you noticed throughout the exchange he would glance up at you curiously. Your face would get hot whenever his attention was on you, and you couldn’t tell why.

You pull out your notebook, finally, and your favorite pen so that you can put aside this strangeness you feel and get to work. You’ve always preferred to write your first drafts on paper. It helps you write more thoughtfully. Though, after a few minutes, your coffee is set on the table before you and as you’re taking a sip, the man sits up again and looks to you. 

“What’s your name?” he asks. You put the cup down and smile, tilting your head to the side. He wants to talk to you, and your heartbeat quickens immediately once you realize that.

“Y/N,” you tell him. He smiles and looks toward his papers. 

“I knew I recognized you from somewhere. I read your weekly column in The Post. Good work.” You blush as you take in his compliment. It’s not often you meet readers face to face. “I especially liked the one about that author who doesn’t show their face. You reviewed their book really thoroughly, and you thought really deeply about the symbolism. I agreed with you about most of it.” You pause and feel a little defensive. You worked on that review for days, and you read every page of that book at least 4 times to pick it apart. It’s your favorite book, after all.

“Most of it? What do you mean?” He’s not smug, though you feel he’s a little too sure about his opinion as he describes the connection between two supporting characters that, apparently, “everyone missed”. “And how do you know this, sir?” you quip, expecting him to tell you he’s some pompous english literature major over at the university. 

“Well, miss, I know because I wrote it.” Your heart drops, and so does your jaw. He tries to control the expression on his face, as it’s stuck somewhere between a grin and some sort of shyness. He’s never told a reader, or anyone at all, his real name in relation to his writing. He’s always gone under a pen name and he’s never done a single interview in person. However, a few weeks after he released his first book, someone of high importance picked it up on a whim, liked it, and spread the world. Overnight, he was a bestselling author. 

“Y-you’re John Ogden?” 

“Well, yes. But my real name is Kylo Ren.” You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You’ve fantasized about meeting the person behind the book that changed your life, the characters you love so dearly, the plot that completely shattered you, and the insight that turned your mindset upside down.

“You’re lying,” you rationalize. There’s no way he would just.. tell you who he is, is there? “Why would you tell me who you are? Your name??” He smiles and averts his eyes to what looks to you now, like a manuscript. 

“I liked your review. A lot. I figured, if anyone deserves to know who wrote it, they should be the one person who actually got it.” You blush and try to control the grin that’s threatening to take over your features. 

“So.. is that..” You look to the papers sprawled on the table. He looks up to your eyes you bashfully.  He nods slowly and you feel your chest burst with excitement. You’ve been waiting two years for him to release something new, but you wouldn’t dare risk asking him for a peek. 

“Don’t worry, it’s being released soon. It took a while to get it.. fleshed out.” You tilt your head in confusion. He’s always said that writing comes very naturally to him, so you can’t imagine what would stall him, well, until he tells you. “It’s a romance.” You blush, though you don’t know why. The look on his face tells you he knows, though. 

“Who’s the lucky lady that got to be your muse?” You ask timidly, trying to sound less invested in the answer than you really are. It would be cliché for you to admit to yourself that you had fallen in love with him through his words, but in all honesty, that’s about the best way you can describe the jealousy you would feel if he told you there was an inspiration for his first romance novel.

“I’m not sure yet. That’s why it took so long.” You both giggle, you a little more out of relief than anything else.

“Hopefully you won’t have to wait to find out too much longer.” You say as you bring the edge of the coffee cup to your lips. He smiles at you and there’s a brightness in his eyes that makes your heart sing. 

“Yeah,” He chuckles and sips from his own cup. “I think she’ll appear somewhere unexpected.”

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[oppressiveliberator]

romance headcanons.

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((FOREWARNING I do mention a protag ship as well as an incest ship, but aside one or two other implications it only comes up once I think. Also this is a fucking mess so it’s under a cut. Someday I’ll write concisely but today is not that day!))

name: Ghetsis Harmonia Gropius nickname:  Ghetsis; G-Cis; Lord Ghetsis; [Holy] Father gender: Male romantic orientation: Debateable. Gray-Aromantic? May not experience romantic attraction, but enjoys or will get into relationships to some degree. Will definitely indulge someone’s feelings for fun. preferred pet names: Lord. Master. Sir. Father. Basically, if it’s a dominance-expressing petname, he’s good with it. Depending on who it’s from something like ‘dear’ could also be acceptable.

relationship status: Single, but has or has had repeated partners and hookups. May be or have had been married in some verses? favorite canon ship(s): Canon as in officially shown or implied?  The closest we’d have is probably Ghetsis/Zinzolin lmao. . . . favorite non-canon ship(s) so far:  I mean I ship more or less anything as long as it’s interesting/has potential and my muse wants to roll with it but.  I fuckin love me some Ghetsis/Hilda. Ghetsis/Zinzolin, Giovanni/Ghetsis, Lysandre/Ghetsis, a hard to explain one but I like the concept of like Ghetsis/Reader, not in that I’m the ‘reader’ but that the reader is a ‘fan’, grunt, etc, so I guess Ghetsis/ghetsis fandom, and I have a real big ‘guilty’(read: i enjoy it and it’s harmless fiction so i don’t really feel that guilty, but people will definitely be real unhappy to hear it but fuck it it’s not like I’m forcing it on anybody) love for Ghetsis/N or other members of his family.  But Ghetsis goes well with like everybody tbh depending on what you’re after.  opinion on true love: Ghetsis finds that romantic feelings are, in general, for weaker persons.  True love is self-love, and letting yourself love or enjoy as many others as you’d like.  Of course, true love directed at him isn’t shameful or pathetic at all, and if he finds himself attached to somebody. . .well, he’ll admit to feeling weak for them, but it’s not something that makes him in any way less perfect.

opinion on love at first sight: You’ll love him at first sight. How weak do you have to be to just see somebody and be romantically infatuated with them?  You don’t even know anything about them.  Pathetic.  You’re going to get yourself into trouble, silly pet! 

how ‘romantic’ are they?: MMMMMMM Ghetsis is. . .willing to be romantic and would probably enjoy doing so because it makes him feel impressive.  Plus, pleasing a partner or object of affection increases the likelihood they’ll be attached to him, and thus he can benefit off of or use them for longer. . . .  So if you mean like in terms of reasoning, uh, he’s not super prone to thinking about other people more than himself at all. .. but in terms of actions and what he’ll be willing to do, he’s gonna be a big show-off and treat you real nice and spoil you.

ideal physical traits: Smaller and/or physically weaker than him. Feminine, especially with long hair, especially girls with long hair.  Shapely/curvy girls are good.  Healthy, strong, but weaker than him--strong enough to put up a fight, maybe. Expressive--shows a lot of emotion and reacts openly. Traditionally attractive, especially in a feminine way? I imagine he’s oddly attracted to people he can identify as having similar features to himself. . .not sure if that’s narcissism or something else entirely.   But, to be honest, he’s not too picky--he’ll act like he is, and he’ll certainly talk like he is, but. . .so far he isn’t. female: No specifics

male: No specifics ideal personality traits: Intelligent. Submissive.  Expressive.  Eager to please. Interesting. Fighty. Honestly, he’s attracted to people who’re either easy to use or hard to get.  Depends on how hard he wants to work for it.  To an extent, materialistic--being easily won over with expensive things and fancy dates.  Clingy. Loyal. Faithful. Lost. Exploitable.

unattractive physical traits: In general he’s more attracted to traditionally attractive people, so if you’re traditionally unattractive, he’s fairly likely to be offput by it? Unhealthy, unclean, generally not caring about your appearance at all? But he remains not too picky.  If you’re unattractive in some way, it just makes him look better--and gives him something to hold over you.  So he won’t be too bothered by it unless you’re, like, disgusting in some way he doesn’t want to put up with.

unattractive personality traits:  If you aren’t obedient, subservient, willing and/or wanting to see him as your superior, try and dominate him (and not have anything worth him letting you do so for,) etc. . .well, you’ll have lower chances.  Unintelligent(and yet, you’d be so much easier to mess with if you were. . .)  Gossipy, bad at keeping secrets(bragging is okay, telling the world his plans is not--it’s okay if you tell him about what other people do, though, that’s fine.)  Bossy, although he’s willing to put up with some of this. . .it’s hard to say, because he’s interested in people who’re subservient to him or express a lot of interest in him, but also in people he’d have to chase/who he’d have to struggle to have. . .but if you intend to get in the way of his plans or you’re uninteresting(and not physically appealing or you don’t have anything to offer/for him to gain, if you try and, like, overthrow him or take command of him without him seeing benefit to it(for example, RR!Giovanni is allowed to dominate and order him around because Ghetsis wants him to feel in charge to better take advantage of him) then you’re gonna have a harder time getting his interest.

ideal date: He loves to spoil a motherfucker.  Fancy restaurants, shows, trips, whatever you’d like as long as he won’t hate it himself.  Also, spending time at his castle, lavishing him--uh, you in attention and affection, parading you around, evangelizing and liberating Pokémon together, things that mean he gets to show off. . .he’d probably like an escape room if you were competent enough not to infuriate him through the whole process. Although, in his current, fragile, sickly, weakened state. . .the idea of something simple like a walk outside, going to a park, something lowkey seems especially nice. . .but also if you just stay in and hang out, that’s good too.  He’s not so open with it, but since he’s not in his usual position of power, he’s a lot happier than he lets on if you’re just. . .with him.

do they have a type?: Weak-willed men and spunky women.  Or something like that lol.  People he can gain something from. People he can’t have?  He may have incestuous personality disorder????  i have it in my head that he’s somewhat attracted to his own family due to having this understanding of historical royal families intermingling to keep their bloodlines ‘pure’.  But it’s not an active part of the blog character, like you’d probably never find out if I hadn’t said it just now, yeah?  

average relationship length: Until he gets bored or you outlive your usefulness or you break up with him when you realize he’s abusing you.  So, like, hookups are regular, but if they don’t count. . .a few months to a year.  But it’s probably not exclusive.  On his end.  If you’re fucking somebody else and finds out rather than you just telling him. . .he probably won’t be too pleased about it.

preferred non-sexual intimacy:  Worship him. Obey him. Being leaned against. Being held onto. Putting an arm around you or on your lower back or near your neck as if leading you or showing possessiveness of you. Being kissed.  Petting on the hair and back and so on.  Whispering. Leaving marks.  Things that make you respond, especially if they fluster you.

commitment level: You belong to him now. You are his until he's no longer interested.  It likely won’t be an exclusive ordeal, but you’re stuck with him until he decides otherwise.  Even if you leave him, expect him to pursue unless you have reason to believe he’s lost interest.  Then again, choosing to leave may spark his interest in chasing you. . . .

opinion of public affection: Public affection is an expression of his ownership of you and of your affection towards and desire of him.  It’s good shit.  He’s into it.  Expect surprise kisses, his arm around you, holding your hand if he’s able, close proximity and disregard of your personal space, pulling you into his lap, him openly referring to you as being his or with him. . . .

past relationships?: He’s definitely had plenty.  I say he and Zinzolin definitely had some kind of D/s shit going on.  I’m open to other preestablishments too, if they can be explained in some way.

tagged by: everybody’s doing it, so I stole it from everyone tagging: Do things I would do, like steal memes.  But not things that I would do like accidentally use the ‘post’ keyboard shortcut before you even finished clearing the formatting of the post.  Don’t do that.

#long post #Tag Memes | They Want To Bite Us Inject The Virus #Shipping | Take You Down Another Level Get You Dancing With The Devil #bad ship mentions #protag ship mention

[horsapalooza]

Don’t mind me- just throwing some positivity at my faves/besties and giving ‘em a little promotion!

To be honest, I don’t even know where to get started with @mylittlecuriosityrp. I’ve learned more from Ace in the short time I’ve known her than I did in the majority of my time in school. And no, that’s not an exaggeration, the public school system really is that useless. Her writing is always a terrific read and I’m always looking forward to seeing what she’ll come up with next, and there’s so many different storylines and intriguing characters to choose from! She’s a very creative, kindhearted, and caring person who deserves a lot more credit for what she does. Most of my followers here are likely already following her, but if you’re not, I implore you, go check her stuff out! You’ll be impressed!

@books-and-balloons literally the greatest friend I’ve made on this site. He’s a goof and a total weeb and he’s done a lot for me in the years I’ve known him. Quite possibly the longest-standing friendship I’ve made on Tumblr. One of the few folks I know for certain I can trust. I believe he only just hopped back into the MLP fandom, so why don’t y’all pop on over and give him some love? (Check out his other blog too, @abundleofponies!)

Yet another great pal, @scnsetting! We may not talk much anymore but I want to make it known I still count him as a good friend. I don’t mean to upset anyone saying this but his Sunset portrayal will always stand as my personal favorite, even over the original canon Sunset. He’s a great guy with a lot of patience and trust me when I say his Sunset is 100% worth checking out.

@tricks-up-my-sleeve The ultimate Trixie fangirl. I swear the first time I saw her writing I thought, for a fleeting moment, she may have been the same person writing Trixie’s lines in the show. That spot-on. She’s a terrific friend and a fellow southerner to boot so we can mutually whine about the heat and the hurricanes and the damn gators

she’s just great all-around go love her

@laftcr literally one of my all-time favorite Pinkie writers. Seriously pure mun & muse who both deserve all of the hugs. Go love ‘em!

@dashiie this big nerd right here. One of my favorite people. I’ve been a follower for a l o n g time across several blogs. It was a good while before we were actually mutuals but man I’ve always loved your Dash portrayal. It’s faaantastic. Pinkie approves also.

@the-aspiring-wanderer this duderino. It’s been a hot minute but I still remember all the fun we had with Logan and Pinkie/Sonata. This guy’s always been super duper chill and I’m still a big fan of his character portrayals!

@themaneevent We’ve been mutuals a looong time but I didn’t really start talking to ‘em much OOC until rather recently. Though their muse list is short, they absolutely nail every one of their portrayals. I’m especially fond of their Celestia!

@universalcarnival Blue is another one of us! A crazy old goof with way too many muses, yet playing each and every one of them fantastically! Really looking forward to talking to you more in the future, dude. You’re awesome!

@pinkxmena Legit one of the nicest guys I’ve met in this fandom. We really haven’t done as much as we should have but I still absolutely adore his Pinkamena portrayal.

@cloudhoppinggriffon The most patient man I’ve met on this website. Jay puts so much effort and passion into his characters & writing and he’s just honestly amazing. Go give him some love!

@heartshadesism A real old pal of mine! Most of our interaction was done in RPNow rooms (a site I no longer use) but she’s a really sweet person & her characters are nothing short of adorable!

@floofymuses The one I watch from afar. I swear I always feel like I’m bothering you/interrupting something so I’m a bit distant but I love every single one of your character portrayals so so much. Your blog is just phenomenal and I get giddy every time I see your content on the dash. Please don’t ever feel like you’re not appreciated. ❤

@wiseguypuppychild Anyone who can write one of the Warners that well deserves a shoutout regardless. You sir are a role model. I grew up with those characters and it’s so amazing seeing one of them being given the spotlight again. I rate 11/6 Hello Nurses.

#Out On The Prairie { OOC } #HAVE SOME POSITIVITY

[askbensolo]

Journal #34: Mom Gives Me a Talking-To

“You are in huge trouble, mister,” Mom fumed, pacing furiously around her office. “Seriously? You’ve been spreading rumors about some girl you didn’t like? And not just rumors—blatant falsehoods, based on what—some dreams that you had? I raised you better than this!”

I grimaced, rubbing my sweaty palms against my pants. I wanted to explain that it hadn’t started that way; that it had all just spiraled out of control. Most of the newest rumors I hadn’t even heard of, and couldn’t possibly be held responsible for.

“It didn’t start with just the dreams, Mom,” I protested. “I would never have started telling people stuff just because I had a silly dream! I had the suspicions first, and then the dreams seemed to—“

“All right, then tell me how your suspicions began,” Mom interrupted, twirling around to face me and spreading her arms in an exaggerated gesture. I was stunned into silence.

Mom put her hands on her hips. “Go on: enlighten me. Tell me how you first became convinced Luke’s student was an evil Sith apprentice.”

“Well...I was, uh...I was talking to...”

It was then that I realized I was screwed.

“Talking to who, Ben?”

“Talking to...” My face flushed. “Talking to some people on the HoloNet...”

Mom looked at me like a handful of her neurons had just died on the spot—I swear I saw one of her eyelids twitch. I felt my cheeks grow hotter and I looked down at the floor.

“Unbelievable. Just...unbelievable. Anonymous strangers, Ben. On the HoloNet!”

“I...I’m sorry, Mom,” I said quietly, chewing at a hangnail on my left thumb. “The more we talk about it, the more I realize how stupid I was. It all seemed so real in my head... I was scared. And excited. And panicking. You know that’s a bad mix for me. And after that...well, I guess I just felt I was too far gone to back up anymore.”

“Hm,” Mom clucked, shaking her head. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing to me for, bud. I’m not the one whom everyone thinks is a Sith lord, or whatever those kids are saying about her. I understand you’re a bit jumpy, after what Snoke did to you. But that poor girl, Ben! Think of what you’ve done to her! And all because of strangers on the HoloNet.”

“Yeah...” I mumbled awkwardly.

“Well...this wouldn’t be the first time HoloNet strangers led you to make a poor life decision,” she sighed.

“It’s not their fault. It’s my fault. I just have terrible judgment,” I said anxiously.

“I won’t argue with that. You do seem to have a hard time knowing when to keep your mouth shut,” Mom agreed flatly. “And while we’re on the topic...I don’t suppose you’re to blame for the fact that every major news outlet in the galaxy suddenly knows the Organa-Solos have a foster child in their care? It’s plastered across all the headlines; featured in every holozine. We’ve had twenty requests for interviews in the past twenty-four hours. Heck, the girl hasn’t even been in our home for that long.”

“Okay, Mom, that one is not on me,” I protested. “I haven’t said a single word these last two months since we found her. You can comb my blog if you want—I’ve never mentioned the kid once. If I mentioned her right now, no one would know what I was talking about. Someone probably just saw you and Dad taking the certification classes, or saw you taking the kid home, or maybe pulled off a heist to steal the foster adoption records or something. But...”

I bit my lips with my mouth closed, and gave her a hopeful look. “...Since she’s not really a secret anymore...does that mean I can post about her now? There’s so much I’ve been wanting to say about my new tiny human buddy, and my thoughts on becoming a foster brother, and it’s super ironic, ‘cause right before we found her I was answering a bunch of questions about how much I didn’t want a sibling—”

“Well...yes and no, Ben,” Mom cautioned. “While it’s true that everyone already knows she exists and that she’s living with us, you’re still not allowed to disclose any of her personal information—not for now, at least. No holos of her, and no mentioning her name or her age or talking about where we found her.”

“Oh, c’mon, Mom! How am I supposed to talk about her without ever saying her name?”

“Make up a nickname.”

“Okay. Like...Kid? Or maybe Foster Sister? Or Fosister?”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Actually, scratch that last one,” I muttered.

“Generic, but functional,” she remarked. “Any of those are fine...except maybe that last one.”

Mom finally stopped pacing and sat down in the chair at her desk, taking a sip from the cold mug of caf that had been sitting there all day. “Since we’re hoping to reunite her with her family again, Ben, we don’t want her stay with us to follow her around for the rest of her life,” she explained. “We want to protect her.”

She paused and gave me a pointed look over her mug. “For example, to protect her from gossip like the kind you’ve been spreading.”

“Mom...” I pleaded.

“Besides,” Mom went on, “even if she’s only your sister for a little while, you ought to be a good example. And I don’t know about you, but gossipmongery is certainly not my idea of—”

“Is Ben in trouble, Ms. Leia?”

We both turned. There was Kid herself, standing in the doorway, her hair tangled across her shoulders. She was wrapped in a blanket, and she had tied it around her neck to form a cape. Her favorite doll was held tight against her chest.

“Well, speak of the emperor,” Mom said warmly, her expression softening. “Can’t sleep, sweetie?”

“I just wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Kid said, looking at us carefully. “I heard loud voices.”

“Sorry. We’re a loud family. You’ll get used to it,” I apologized. “Everything’s cool though. I promise.”

Kid nodded and started to leave, but then she hesitated, peeking her head back into the doorway. “After you get out of trouble...will you read me a bedtime story, Ben? Like you said you would?”

I smiled at her. “Of course, kid.”

The response was immediate—her face lit up like a sunbeam. She jumped up and down a couple of times and then skipped down the hallway. “I’ve never had a bedtime story in my entire life!” we heard her chirp, and we both chuckled. But it was kind of sad, too.

Mom turned to me and smiled.

“That was sweet of you, Ben.”

“I wanted to make her feel at home,” I replied modestly, wondering if maybe Mom would go easier on me now that I had reminded her I was at least a decent person.

“But back to your less-sweet behavior.”

I groaned.

“...Actually,” Mom mused, “I feel a little responsible for this incident as well. If you remember, I said I was going to be monitoring your HoloNet activity and your messages so that things like this don’t happen. But I’ve just gotten so busy, especially with the little girl on board.”

She combed through her loose hair thoughtfully. “If I had been keeping better track of your blogging, I would have talked to you sooner, and you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into such trouble. We’ll have to figure out a better system in the future—and I’ll have to keep my guard up, so I know you’re not publishing all of Kid’s personal information for the galaxy to see.”

“I’m almost eighteen, Mom,” I reminded her. “I’m not a child anymore. Don’t you think I’m, y’know...old enough to be independent?”

“Judging from recent events, not particularly,” Mom answered dryly. “And as long as you’re under my roof, using the HoloNet service that I’m paying for, on a device that I bought—we’ll play by my rules. Does that sound fair, son?”

I sighed.

“Yes. Mother.”

“Good,” she nodded with satisfaction. “Now...as for the situation at hand...I hope you realize that I fully expect you to apologize to Amalia.”

If I had been drinking a glass of water, I would’ve spit it all out. Instead, I choked on my own saliva and almost burst into a coughing fit. She wanted me to apologize? To Amalia? Amalia would tear me to shreds before I ever said a word!

“But Mom!” I cried.

“But nothing, mister,” she said coolly.

“She’s gonna kill me!”

“Then you’ll die doing the right thing,” she shrugged.

“You’re giving me a death sentence, Mom! You are sending me to the grave!”

“It’s what a mother does,” she quipped.

“I hear loud voices again!” Kid called down the hallway.

“Everything’s okay!” Mom and I called back simultaneously. We looked at each other.

Then she exhaled deeply and scooted her office chair closer. She took me by the hand (mine was so much bigger than hers now, I realized) and gently brushed my hair behind my ears. At once I felt like I really was a child again.

“I love you, Ben,” she said softly, leaning close enough for me to see my reflection in her eyes. “That’s why I care so much about you and your actions. You did something wrong, even if it was out of fear, and you need to set it right. No getting around it. We’ll talk more to Luke about this tomorrow, and he’ll help you figure out the best course of action for making amends. But tonight, I want you to reflect on what you’ve done, and try to put yourself in Amalia’s shoes. Do some deep self-searching. Really think about the consequences of all of this.”

I swallowed hard and nodded at the ground.

“But before that…” She squeezed my hand and smiled. “...why don’t you go read your new foster sister that bedtime story, okay?”

“Okay,” I muttered. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus. The idea of apologizing to Amalia for what I’d done seemed like the worst thing ever. Either she’d take my apology as an even bigger insult, or she’d just get so smug about it and make me grovel at her feet! I almost wished she really was evil, so we could just face off in a battle to the death instead of having to navigate reparations.

“Ah! The pictures pop out! And move!” Kid suddenly cried from her room (a repurposed storage closet), breaking the tension and eliciting another laugh from both of us.

“She’s never seen a holobook before?” I whispered incredulously.

“I guess not,” Mom murmured, then gave me a wink. “That means you, sir, get to read her her first one.”

I grinned.

“Also, you’re grounded,” she added sweetly. “Write a public apology for your blog, queue it up for tomorrow, and have your holopad turned in to me by the end of the night, please and thank you.”

#askbensolo #written #ben tells a story #story event: about amalia #mommy leia #kid #ben's diary

[buckywintersoldierbarnes2017]

Don’t Hide Who You Are.

 Request from anon: Can I request something where Bucky is just starting to date Tony's daughter (teams on good terms) and she flinches a lot when he comes near her or raises his arms for some reason. He asks tony if she's been hurt by someone in the past and he laughs about it. Tells him she refuses to wear her glasses cause she's embarrassed by them. Buck talks her into wearing them and when she puts them on it turns Bucky on and he's speechless. She finally gets the confidence to wear them infront of people.

Note: Hope this is okay! I changed it EVER so slightly but only in the sense of Bucky not being speechless but still finding the glasses attractive on the reader.

Bucky x Self Conscious!Reader

Words: 1,606

Warnings: Language (It is Bucky after all....and Tony for that matter haha!)...other than that nothing other than mentions of someone being self conscious and very mild injury.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

It was only 05:30 in the morning but he had woken up to find your side of the bed empty and although he knew you wouldn’t have gone far there was still the smallest part of him that thought the worst…enough so that the super soldier found himself rolling out of bed and beginning a search for you inside the tower after pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

Never did he expect to find himself in this position; not only had Tony learned to accept that Bucky himself had not been responsible for his parent’s death but he had allowed him to live in the tower with the other Avengers and, most important of all, he had given his blessings for the two of you to be together. His own daughter with the man who had once been a cold-blooded assassin for Hydra. It was why now, even months down the line, he found himself having to pinch his arm to realise this was all real.

With the things he’d done happiness was the last thing he had seen in his future and yet you walked into his life and it was all he could see.

As he wandered into the common room of the tower his sharp blue eyes fell upon your quiet form standing at the panoramic window that overlooked the city below; the sun was beginning to rise but it was still dark enough for you to be able to see his reflection so he made no attempts to make his presence known as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

He had expected a soft, contented, hum to escape your lips and for your body to sink into his but instead he was met with a deafening scream as you jumped away from him completely and swung your fist round to connect with the face of whoever had just snuck up behind you.

“What the-“

Bucky raised up his metal arm so that his hand met with yours and prevented it from meeting its destination. It was only when you felt that all too familiar cold sensation of metal that your eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my god! Buck I am so sorry! I-“ Your hand was still in his so you quickly retracted it and placed it back by your side as a rather embarrassed expression came over your face. “I didn’t even see you….thought….”

The brunette’s brows furrowed in both confusion and worry as he brought his flesh hand up to your cheek. His thumb traced your cheekbone as he spoke softly to you.

“What is going on with you doll? You’ve been like this for a while now….beginning to think you don’t want me touching you or something.”

“Not at all!” You immediately object to his statement. “There is no way in hell I could ever reach a point where I don’t want you touching me. Please don’t ever think that.”

“That what is it? Tell me [y/n].”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.” You place a soft kiss onto his lips before pulling away from him and heading towards the door. “Anyway I am late for a workout with Steve. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky was more than ready to follow after you until something came to the forefront of his mind and instead of his mind telling him to go after you it made him so incredibly angry instead. As his jaw clenched and a mechanical whirr echoed around the room from his metal hand clenching up into a fist he stormed out of the room and towards where he knew Tony to be.

                                             * * * * * * * * * *

Tony was leaning over a delicate piece of equipment, concentrating hard as he began to solder two very fine bits of it together, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as his eyes zeroed in on where he needed to apply the hot liquid.

“Sir just a warning here but Mr Barn-“

“STARK!”

Bucky’s booming voice instigated a whole chain of clattering sounds as Tony all but jumped out of his skin and dropped everything he had been holding. Immediately a scowl etched its way onto his face as he slowly turned to look at the intrusion that had ruined his latest creation.

“What the fuck fossil! You don’t just fu-“

“Has [y/n] ever been hit?”

“What?!” His brows furrowed in a look of utter confusion. “What the hell kind of question is that?”

“I believe Mr Barnes is talking about the fact that Miss [y/n] flinches each time he approaches her.”

Both men look at each other with expressions of bewilderment at that moment; Bucky because he wasn’t even aware that FRIDAY had noticed the same things he had and Tony because he was completely oblivious to the fact that the computer system he had designed was prying into people’s personal lives….his personal life.

“However creeped out I am over that thing still she’s right. Just recently every time I have gone anywhere near [y/n] she has flinched away from me as though she is scared.” There is a pain in the brunette’s eyes that not even a man as self-centred as Tony Stark can ignore. “That’s why I need to ask if she has ever been hit in her life….like by a previous boyfriend or something?”

“Do you honestly think that with me for a brother I would ever let that happen? I would break every bone in the guy’s body the second such a thought even so much as crossed his damn mind….as I am sure you would.” Despite the reservations Tony still had towards Bucky he couldn’t deny the fact that he would put his life on the line to protect you….and he respected that about him. “It’s because she doesn’t wear her glasses.”

“What?”

He had been with you a number of months now and not once had he known you even needed to wear them. You never mentioned even wearing contacts let alone glasses.

“She has needed to wear them for years but always refuses to because she thinks they make her look stupid. She’s a girl…go figure….they have a strange logic.”

Reaching into his pocket Tony pulled out the very pair of glasses he had been talking about and handed them over to the soldier with a smirk beginning to tug up the corner of his lips.

“If there is anyone she will listen to when it comes to this it is you so for the love of god please get her to put them on. From what I saw on the camera’s live feed she didn’t fare too well in her session with Steve.”

“Shit.”

Without another word spoken between the two men Bucky left the room and headed down to your shared room. It was the only place you would be after a workout and he wanted to catch you before you snuck off somewhere else.

                                                * * * * * * * * * *

You collapsed down onto the bed sporting a rather prominent black eye, wrapped only in the towel you had covered yourself in after your shower, as a heavy and frustrated sigh escaped your lips. You couldn’t carry on like this, you knew that all too well, but then you couldn’t risk the man you were steadily falling in love with laughing at you because of those stupid glasses of yours.

“Ugh. [y/n] you need to get a grip of yourself.”

“Can’t say I disagree with you there doll.” Bucky’s voice interrupted your whole ‘beating yourself up’ moment and you sat yourself up bolt right from the shock of hearing him so suddenly. “Now I think you are forgetting something….”

Before you are even able to question what he is talking about you feel something all too familiar being placed onto your face and although it is the one thing you had loathed the past few months you couldn’t help but feel relieved when you saw his handsome features becoming more highly defined than they had ever been.

“Let me guess…..my dad told you?”

“Yes, after looking like he was about to kill me when I interrupted some of his work.”

You grimace slightly before letting an amused laugh roll from your lips.

“Yeah he’s pretty protective over his little hobbies.”

“You shouldn’t hide who you are doll. Glasses are never going to be something that would make anyone think any less of you, especially me, in fact…..” He leaned over to you, forcing you to lay back down onto the bed, as he hovered above you with a smirk painting itself onto his lips. “….I find them to be incredibly sexy.”

Good god this man knew how to get your heart racing, even when it came to something you had such a strong opinion about, could he really get any more perfect?

“You’re such a charmer Buck.”

“Well I need to make my girl happy. Now…..can you promise me that you will start wearing these babies a little more? I would much rather my best friend didn’t give my girlfriend a black eye.”

You could feel the laughter building up inside of you from your stomach and it wasn’t long before it erupted out completely. All of this because you had been so convinced your boyfriend would hate seeing you in glasses and yet from what he was saying it was the complete opposite.

Well….if he liked them all that much then maybe you really could start wearing them in front of people again. It would certainly prevent any more bruises that was for sure!

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NAME:  nah im good fam NICKNAME:   Jay/Mitzy AGE:  24 FACECLAIM:   sometimes i use prince but n/a PRONOUNS:  she/they HEIGHT:  5'3 BIRTHDAY:  august 16 AESTHETIC: 80′s shit, space bars/casinos, high fantasy settings LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO:  We Are the People - Empire of the Sun

FAVOURITE  MUSE(S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN: Vace is quickly becoming my favorite, but before that there was Sir Seisyll Galahad. He is used in my medieval fantasy group and was sorta my first real successful stab at a carefully layered personality. Love the lil fucker.

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE  ( THAT  YOU  ARE  POSTING  THIS  ON ): I don’t know, I think all my tumblr muses stopped being used and I decided eh why not get back into it with this annoying SW idea nagging my brain.

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVOURITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE:  I think Vace’s histrionic personality is a riot to play. Having to balance between being appealing enough to attract other muses while being an annoying piece of shit is fun. It’s just fun. And sometimes I feel bad that I don’t really have that much shippy stuff like other blogs but then I remember that 9/10 he’s too shallow and antagonistic for anybody to stick to him. 

It’s also interesting to me to see how the Empire reflects on people who aren’t necessarily just the bad guy fodder in the movies. Give me that shit. Give me all that shit. I want to see him grow and change??? I want him to mature. I want to see what happens to him months from now! Without having that feeling of “oh no am i getting ooc or is it character development?” because I get that a lot.

I also really like that he’s poc. In space. Like. I’ve had to see nothing but non-poc dominate irl and in the media itself science fiction etc. stuff that I really like? And yet the media doesn’t often give back to me as a poc. It just feels nice to write a science fiction character that is brown and fleshed out, who would definitely be the central character to a piece of fiction should I choose to write one someday. he’s by no means a role-model being a piece of shit and all but hey, plenty of people’s favorite characters aren’t, so what does it matter?

I get to project and explore a lot of themes I wouldn’t normally with other ocs. I get to do a lot of research I would never have done had Vace not been the way he is. I think in ways it’s helped me grow and understand why things are the way they are.

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING: I think reading prose inspires me to write a lot. It helps me think of new things to bring into my writing to make it closer to that fleeting concept of perfection. I love reading about that and lore, and seeing others excited about writing helps me too. Science fiction/high fantasy movies and games helps me a lot too.

FAVOURITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS:  Definitely ones that challenge my muse mentally or physically. Emotional stuff, deep stuff, even if unintentional. Stuff where he’s scared, or hurt, or angry. I’m always up for it. Sometimes it takes me longer to get to those replies because I have to think harder on them, but it’s worth it to me. It really is.

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE: I don’t think there’s really anything that pertains specifically to Vace that I struggle with. It’s unfortunate that I’ve not been going in depth with his Force sensitivity, and I’m still thinking about how I could revise it to work for him, especially since that WAS the de facto premise of his design and I’ve moved away from that partially in fear of god-modding/metagaming (ironic, i know). But I don’t know yet. That’s not much of a struggle it’s just an unresolved issue that affects nothing atm. 

My real struggle is figuring out how to rp with the mutuals that I want to when I hate having too many threads at once!!!!

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could you write a spencer x reader where he likes the reader and is SUPER obvious and like everyone teases him (including the reader) but it gets to the point where he snaps and says the reason he never makes a move is because he's insecure? nervous and awkward spencer is my life! Thank you so much you're one of my fav blogs!

Oh my word, thank you so much for your kind words!  I can most certainly do this.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

“You’re starin’, Pretty Boy,” Derek smirks as he thumps his fist lightly on Spencer’s desk.

He jumps at the admission as his cheeks flush furiously.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmurs lightly as he shoves his face back into the folder on his desk.

“Don’t worry.  Y/N’s a pretty one.  Lots of the guys look at her,” Derek muses with a smile on his face.

And all Spencer does is clench his jaw.

“Spence, just tell her how you feel,” J.J. urges.

“Why does everyone think I have a crush on Y/N!?” he shrieks as he pulls his coffee from his lips.

“Well, for one genius, you automatically knew who we were talking about,” Garcia grins as she shuffles over to the corner, “and I, for one, have it on good authority that Y/N feels the same way.”

“Come on, Spence.  The worst she can say is ‘no’,” J.J. points out.

“Yeah...the worst is just rejection.  Got it,” Spencer huffs as he turns and leaves the group of women crowding around to talk about it.

But he was tired of hearing about it.

“You look nice today, Y/N.  Any special occasion?” Rossi asks as you come sauntering in all put together.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our Pretty Girl in make-up,” Derek smiles broadly as he comes and gives you a one-armed hug.

“You look nice,” Hotch smiles as he gives you a light hug.

“Thanks, guys,” you smile as the group surrounds you.

“Doesn’t she look nice, Reid!?” Prentiss shouts behind her shoulder as the group turns their heads to look at him.

“I never understand why women are so obsessed with how they look,” Spencer murmurs as his eyes work quickly along some paperwork.

In reality, he was wholly focused on you in his peripheral.

So much so that he saw your face drop at his statement.

“You look nice, Y/N,” Spencer says as he furrows his brow.

“You haven’t even looked,” you say lightly.

“I’m sure you’re beautiful,” Spencer says as he quickly turns the page.

“I bet the girl you have a crush on would love to look into your eyes as you say that,” you smirk as the team goes slack-jawed and turns their attention back to you.

But no one could have predicted the tension that Spencer would have snapped under.

Especially with those words coming from you.

“Look!” he begins as he shuts his book harshly.

It makes you jump as he swivels in his chair to look at the group.

His eyes looked more haggard than normal, and you were beginning to worry.

“Yes, Y/N.  You look beautiful.  Y-y-...you always do.  Every morning.  No matter what.  Even the morning last week when you were on the third day of your period and you had ice cream stains on your pajama shirt that you tried passing off as your work shirt.”

Your face began to pale.

“Reid...?” Rossi asks lightly.

“The reason why I didn’t say anything was-...was because I was scared, alright!?  Y/N...s-s-she’s perfect.  Strong, smart, funny.  Knows how to be around...people!”

His shrieking caused you to take a tentative step towards him.

“Spencer?” you ask lightly.

“And you’re intimidating, ok!?  You’re beautiful, and wonderful, and intimidating!  I-I-I knew you’d say no, so why even try!?  But no...everyone has to either shut me up or tease me about everything!”

His hands were shaking as you watched him lower them into his lap.

“But not Y/N,” he croaks out.  “She doesn’t shut me up or tease me about anything.”

You watched him closely as he drew a ragged breath through his chapped lips.

“Well, until now that is,” he murmurs lowly.

“Spencer, I’m sorry,” you say lowly

“Just go away,” he begs as his cheeks begin to flush red.

“But I’m not saying no,” you say.

And that caught his attention.

His tired eyes lifted to yours, studying intently for any sign of malice, ill-intent, or lying.

And he found nothing.

“You what?” he asks.

“How long have you been struggling to sleep?” you breathe.

And you watched Spencer heave a deep-boned sigh as Hotch slowly comes up beside you.

“Why don’t you help him home, Y/N?” he asks.

“Hotch, I’m-”

“Get him home,” he says sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you say as you rush over to his side and help him out of his chair.

And when you took his hand, the world slowly slid into place.

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