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blublublujk · 7 months

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good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him.

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too.

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze.

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head.

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

—-

“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!).

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier.

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips.

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red.

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years.

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there.

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating.

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love.

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever.

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will.

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.”

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was.

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all.

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable.

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds.

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.”

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work.

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth.

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all.

Cigarettes and strawberries.

Quite the pair.

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes.

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them.

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?”

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea.

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you.

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.”

There’s no time to waste.

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present.

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time.

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him.

His personal little cockslut.

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.”

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways.

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world.

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking.

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.”

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request.

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.”

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going.

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste.

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.”

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.”

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around.

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now.

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal.

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this.

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole.

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are.

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds.

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student.

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better).

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says.

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face.

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology.

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment.

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better.

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.”

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips.

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat.

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.”

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you.

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response.

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face.

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words.

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you.

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you.

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.”

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive!

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb.

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his.

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.”

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot.

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart.

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.”

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in.

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines.

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?”

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give.

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him.

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out.

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.”

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made.

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside.

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done.

“Yes, all yours.”

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible baby.”

—-

JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠 i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠

me: ❤️❤️❤️

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts x y/n #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you

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writingwithfolklore · 8 months

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Writing a Story from Start to Finish - Guide

I see you guys in the tags and reblogs talking a lot about how you have a desire to write, but have no clue what to write about, or where to even start figuring that out. While starting any project can be incredibly daunting, I wanted to put together a little guide to hopefully make it a bit more accessible. Be warned, this will probably be a long post.

Step 1: Form an idea

All writing begins with this: an idea. Ideas can start as small as an object, or as big as a world or cast of characters. What’s important is that your idea genuinely interests you, and makes you want to explore it more.

There are a million ways to gain inspiration for ideas, but my favourite method is a sort of brainstorm/mind map of all the little and big things you find interesting. Any tropes, characters, places, concepts, objects, animals, other stories, etc. you love—write them down. Then, start connecting the pieces. Each connection is one concept or idea you could explore further.

If this doesn’t work for you, try using some writing prompts or check out 15 ways to spark new ideas.

If you are a planner, proceed to Step 2. If you are a pantser, skip to step 7.

Step 2: Create your Protagonist

Now that you have a sort of concept or inspiration to work off of, you need your main character. There are about as many ways to create characters as there are characters themselves, and each method is going to work better or worse for every writer.

At the barest minimum, all your protagonist needs is a Goal to work towards, a Reason for wanting it, and a Flaw that keeps them from having it right away.

These three things can form a baseline character. Consider what the thing they want, why they want it, and what’s keeping from it says about them as a person.

Rapunzel (from Disney’s Tangled) wants to see the ‘floating lights’ on her birthday. She wants to because she believes she will learn more about herself through seeing them. Her fear over disappointing and disobeying her ‘mother’ keeps her from it.

My favourite character creation technique is actually Here—it takes you through creating character in order to create story.

If that one doesn’t work for you, try this one. It is more focused on defining traits and figuring out the personality of the character first.

Step 3: Your Plot is your Protagonist’s Arc

As stated in the character creation technique I shared in Step 2, character is plot. By that I mean, the character’s journey is the plot of the story. We’re here to see the protagonist transform because of the circumstances incited in the beginning.

So to form a plot, we need to know who the character is at the beginning, and what they need to learn by the end.

Your character’s arc is A but B so C:

A – your character and their flaw

B – The conflict they go through

C – how they change

“Obsessed with success, Jenny Beech works tirelessly to earn the approval of her strict parents and graduate top of her class, but when the new girl in town pulls her into a whole new world of excitement and fun, she must stand up for herself against her impossible standards and learn how to be a teen again.”

This one sentence has everything we need to know about this story and character: “Obsessed with success (character trait/flaw), Jenny Beech works tirelessly to earn the approval of her strict parents and graduate top of her class (goal), but when the new girl in town pulls her into a new world of excitement and fun (conflict), she must stand up for herself against her impossible standards and learn how to be a teen again (change).”

If you have these three things, congratulations! You already have a story. If you’d like, you may begin writing it now (skip to step 8). Or…

Step 4: Theme

I did a whole post on theme you should check out here. Essentially, the big takeaway is that your theme is a lesson to impart to the readers—which means it is not a question, it is an answer.

For the example given above, our theme would likely be something like, “Teens need to balance their additional responsibilities as they mature into young adults with the joy of being young and having fun.” Or, “Friends and a close social network is more important than having the best grades.” Or, “It’s important to take frequent time away from work in order to maintain one’s humanity.” Etc. Etc.

Theme is conveyed through what your characters need to do to succeed (or what they do that causes their failure). If Jenny lets loose and suffers consequences for it in the end, we’re saying that she should have stuck to her studies rather than letting herself have fun. If she lets loose and is rewarded with a greater relationship with herself and her parents, we’re saying that was the correct thing to do.

Step 5: Outlining

Now that we have a plot and a theme, we can outline our story. An outline is like a roadmap of what you’re writing. It can be as specific or broad as you want. My outlines tend to follow this structure, and I improvise the little stuff in between, but if you need to get all your ideas within your outline, that’s good too!

Just make sure your notes make sense to you so when you need to know where to go next, you have a handy tool just for that.

Step 6: Worldbuilding

Worldbuilding is probably where you’ll spend the most time because there’s just so much. However, I also find it one of the most fun parts. The minimal thing you need to know is your world’s normal, and how that normal is disrupted in the inciting incident.

Jenny’s normal is school work and trying to impress her parents. The disruption is the new girl in town.

Rapunzel’s normal is the tower and her hobbies. The disruption is Flynn breaking in.

I did a more in-depth post on worldbuilding here, but the basics is just ask questions, explore consequences, and do plenty of research.

Which brings us to…

Step 7: Research

This can also be done after your first draft, but can’t be skipped entirely. It’s important when trying to convey experiences that may not be wholly your own, or unique perspectives, that you understand the context behind those things in the real world.

Once again, ask questions, talk to people, and remain open to what you find.

Step 8: We can start writing now

Now that you have all your planning ducks in a row (or have a good inspiration to jump from) it’s time to start writing! Either go from the outline you built, or just try out scenes. I have some tips for actually writing the dang thing that I’ll put here:

Let me know how your writing goes, good luck!

#writing #creative writing #writers #screenwriting #writing community #writing inspiration #books #film #filmmaking #writing advice #writing masterlist #writing a story from start to finish #novel writing #planning

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Polar opposite

Jake Sully x female human reader x Tonowari

Summary: There’s no plot. Just two dilfs working together.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, mmf threesome, oral, fingering, heavy size kink, belly bulge, praise kink 🤝🏻 degradation kink, unprotected sex, creampie, interspecies sex, squirting, overstimulation, … I’m gonna stop now it’s just porn without plot lol

Notes: I don’t think i will ever get to see the gates of heaven after this 😂

You don’t know how you got yourself into this position. Trapped between two of the tallest Na‘vi you’ve ever seen. Two powerful olo'eyktan, one of the Metkayina and one of the Omatikaya.

With your back pressed against his board chest, you’re neatly seated in the lap of Tonowari. The gentle chief is holding your small wrists in his big hands. His breathe is hot against your skin, whispering praises and soft words into your ear that make your stomach flutter. "That’s right, little human", he chuckles lowly and a gasp leaves your lips, "Relax, we‘ll take care of you."

Kneeling between your legs, and with his mouth busy sucking hickeys onto the soft skin on your breasts, was Jake. He bites and nibbles on a nipple and you can’t help but whimper. For how much longer were they planning to torture you like this?

You want to clench your thighs together for some friction, but Jakes strong hands keep them apart. He tsks, "If you keep trying that one more time, I won’t let you cum at all. Understood?" You yelp when he pinches your nipple and the sound makes his cock throb. "Y-Yes, sir!" Behind your back, Tonowari chuckles. "I told you not to make him mad. Now show him how good you can be and you‘ll get what you want, okay?" You can feel him shift and suddenly your wrists are no longer held by his hands. But in return he grabs your thighs. From the underside of your knees he holds your legs and bends them slightly up. It’s like he’s presenting you to Jake. Said Na‘vi licks his lips as his eyes travels further down on your body. With nothing to cover yourself from his hungry gaze, you squirm. "Fuck, look at that", Jake groans as he swipes a finger through your folds, gathering your slickness and then holding it up for you and Tonowari to see. A thin string of your juices connect his thumb and index finger. "She’s so wet already", he chuckles and the embarrassment makes your cheeks light up bright red. "You’ve been teasing her for quiet a while now", Tonowari adds to your defense, with a kiss to your temple.

Jake rolls his eyes at that, but finally gives in. His kisses travel lower this time, trailing his tongue over your breasts before dragging it through a trail of shimmering saliva down your navel toward your crotch. You arch your back, hips desperately bucking to meet his lips.

"Thought I told you not to move, didn’t I?", Jake says and bites down at the plush flesh of your inner thighs. You groan, eyes teary and nod, "Sorry Sir…"

Tonowari can’t help the swell of his heart at having such a good girl for him, and gently kisses your cheek.

“You’ll be good for us and keep your thighs spread, right? You won’t move until we‘ll tell you to.” He keeps his tone low and steady, to ease your worries, to comfort you, his precious girl. He would let you cum, you just had to be patient. “Y-yes I‘ll be good", you mumble, letting your head fall back against his chest.

“Good girl,” he purrs. "Stop spoiling her", Jake tells him, before he lowers his head between your thighs again.

With his thumbs, he spreads your lips apart and groans at the sight. "Must be my lucky fucking day", he voices his thoughts out loud. Your clit comes into view, swollen and neglected, just before Jake closes his lips around it and you moan. He sucks, rolls it in his mouth, kisses it loud enough, that if someone was standing in front of their marui pod, they would hear that the olo'eyktan‘s were very busy right now.

You made them go crazy. Moaning nonstop, loud and unending. “Fuck, Jake, fuck—” You desperately try not to move and rock your hips against his face while Tonowari’s grip on your legs tightens even more. “How are you so good at this? Fuck— I’m going to cum, Jake I‘m—”

Jake chuckles between your thighs, as if you just told him a joke. His voice is muffled, pressed against your cunt, “No, you won’t. Not yet.”

“But I gotta— shit, please I, I can’t I‘m–”

“No,” the tall Na‘vi in front of you says and then proceeds to drag his tongue from your entrance back to your clit. Tonowari can feel a physical shiver running through you. Your body is seized by a wave of what he could only assume was the best orgasm of your life, spasming and shaking nonstop as your hips jerk forward.

To everyone’s surprise, Jake keeps going. He sucks on your clit particularly hard before finally pulling back and wiping your juice from his chin.

"Hm, I see. So we’re disobeying direct orders now, huh?" Jake tilts his head and rises back to his full height. You swallow thickly and Tonowari shakes his head, almost as if he’s disappointment in you. You want to apologize but Jake is quick to cut you off.

"Since you wanted to come so bad, we‘ll give you exactly what you asked for. But I don’t want to hear you cry about it later, sweetheart."

While Jake unties his loincloth, you can feel Tonowari sneak a hand from under your leg to between your thighs. He coats his digits in your slickness and rubs lazy circles over your clit, causing your legs to twitch. You’re still very sensitive from your previous orgasm. "Tonowari", you sigh his name but it quickly turns into a moan when he slides one of his fingers inside you. You gasp when he immediately pushes a second one inside and he chuckles. "Think you can take him, tiny human?", he asks and your eyes are back on Jake, right when his loincloth falls to the ground. He’s thick, rippled with vein and taut, blue flesh. His dick twitches in the air, angry and swollen and wet. There’s a long string of pre-cum hanging from the tip and Jake catches it on his thumb. You stick out your tongue, much to his satisfaction, and he cleans his thumb there, giving you a taste of his salty pre.

Meanwhile, Tonowari curls his fingers inside you just right– hitting that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "She’s already fucked out from just your fingers", Jakes muses and gives a lazy stroke to his shaft, using the salvia on his thumb as lubricant.

"I-I can", you protest weakly, "I can take him."

Tonowaris chest swells with pride at your words.

"Now would you look at that. She’s so eager to please, such a good girl", he praises and you can’t help but smile at his words. Slowly, he retreats his fingers from between your thighs and you whine at the loss, the sudden emptiness makes you shudder. But instead of just brushing his slick covered fingers off somewhere, Tonowari sticks them in his mouth, licking them clean. Your eyes widen and he groans at the sweet taste of you.

"Are you that desperate to get your holes filled, cupcake?" Jakes words make your eyes fly right back up to him. He‘s moved closer to stand between your spread legs. When you don’t respond right away, he uses his cock and gently slaps it against your clit a few times. "F-Fuck– i mean yes, yes sir", you rush out quickly and Jake approves with a low hum. He then proceeds to slide his dick through your folds, covers it in your slickness. When he feels it’s enough, he prods the tip at your entrance.

Before you can even inhale a breath, a thick-headed cock is trying to push its way inside your cunt.

Jake‘s stretching you oh so slowly and you whimper, cursing under your breath. It’s on the borderline of being painful, dancing on a knifes edge, but it’s also devastatingly perfect. With each passing second, you can feel yourself being forced open, further than you ever thought was possible.

But Jakes is impatient. His length is never-ending. Just when you thought he’s nearly all the way inside, you glance down and see he’s only halfway there.

Holy fuck. He’s huge.

"Shit–", Jake visibly shudders once he’s fully seated inside the warmth of your cunt, "How are you so god damn tight?" Something in his facial expression changes, another tad darker than it was previously. Snapping his hips forward, you moan out loud. Each pounding thrust he gives you knocks the very air from your lungs and you can feel yourself tightening even more. He fucks into you merciless, groaning whenever the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. The size difference between you and them is incredible, so it’s no surprise you can literally see him move inside you. The little bulge on your lower abdomen moves with every thrust of his hips and neither of you seem to be able to take your eyes off of it.

While Jake seemingly aims to fuck the very soul out of you, Tonowari sneaks one of his hands back to your front, feeling for your clit. Once found, he starts to rub small circles over the little bundle of nerves and you gasp.

“She’s so cute, isn’t she?” Jake grins as you squirm under Tonowaris touch.

“I wish I could see her face", the olo’eyktan chuckles and his hot breath ghosts over your ear, "She must be making some interesting expressions.” Jakes hips are slapping against yours and the sounds they form is music to their ears.

“Oh yeah,” Jake replies with a groan, "Looks like she’s about to come again." And he’s right. You can feel the familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core. Tonowari then pinches your clit, rolls it between his thumb and index finger and you whine and brabble nonsense to them as you feel that tension build and build and then it snaps. Your toes curl and you squeeze around Jakes cock– so much, that he has trouble pulling out and slamming himself back in.

"Fucking hell", Jake moans as you gush around his cock, your slick spurts forth and coats his lower abdomen and the sounds of his hips meeting yours are obscene, slopping wet. "Looks like we’ve got ourselves a squirter!" But he doesn’t stop there, if anything, his pace even starts to increase. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as he fucks into you hard and fast, with this big, shit eating grin on his face. "C‘mon, princess, give me another", he chuckles. "Can’t, I can’t! Please, Jak– sir! Oh my g– It’s too much", you cry out but Jake won’t slow down. With Tonowari still circling your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that familiar knot tighten, almost painfully so. "You can", he says lowly, "I know you can, baby, I wouldn’t ask you to if you couldn’t."

And you know he’s right. Because in that exact moment, you come. You come harder than ever before, with a silent scream and nails digging into Tonowaris arms. Its not until your pleading for them to stop, completely overstimulated, with your legs twitching and tears rolling down your cheeks, that Jakes rhythm finally starts to falter. He plunges into you, one, two, three more times and then comes with a groan of your name, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He fills you with his cum, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel it leak out and dribble down onto to floor.

By the time Tonowari retreats his hand from between your thighs, it’s soaking wet, glistening from your juices and he doesn’t even hesitate to push his digits past your lips. You taste yourself on his fingers, let your tongue swirl around them as he watches you, mesmerized. "You did so well for him, such a good little human", he praises and then turns his attention to Jake, "Hold her. I want so see her face."

It takes the mighty Toruk Makto a few seconds before his senses are back and he’s fully capable of thinking straighten again, but he’s quick to comply. You whine when he pulls out and more of his release seeps out. Tonowari then maneuvers your limp body, turns you so Jake can hold you up in the air, with your legs spread wide over his strong arms. For a moment you don’t know what to do with you hands but you quickly settle to hold tight onto Jake. "Easy, girl", he coos, his chin coming to rest onto your shoulder so he can see better, "I won’t drop you." You believe him without a doubt. Those guys are easily ten feet tall, all muscles and strength- there was no way you would slip out of their hold.

When Tonowari rises to his full height before you, you can’t help but whimper as your cunt instinctively clenches around nothing. One of his hands comes to settle on your thighs, holds your leg firm below your knee as he lines up his cock with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to brace yourself for the stretch that’s about to come but then his other hand finds your chin. He tilts your head up and tsks, "Look at me. I said I want to see your face, little human." You do as your told, looking up at him through your thick lashes and then he starts pushing the tip in. It’s enough to make you moan, your mouth falls open and he stretches you further. It’s a good thing that Jakes cum, combined with your own slickness makes things a little easier. You’re still tight, but not as much as before. Your soft, wet walls greet him hungrily, swallows him up like you didn’t just came.

Without warning, he snaps his hips and pushes his cock all the way inside you.

"Oh my fucking god–", you whine once Tonowari has fully bottomed out. Your body is barely ready for the size of him, the inhuman stretch making your eyes roll all the way into your head.

He barely gives you any time to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before roughly pounding back in.

"Look at her", Tonowari praises with a low grunt, "So tiny but she’s taking me so well, all the way up to her cute belly." With a hand on your stomach, he feels himself inside you -in and out, in and out.

God it feels so good. You feel so full. You love the burn of it, the feel of something large forcing itself into your body. It was one thing to like big cock, to fantasize, it was another to be roughly impaled on one in reality.

And fuck did you love the reality.

Better adjusted now, your body welcomes him with every snap of his hips. Tonowari sets up a brutal rhythm, pistoning in and out of your body roughly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot at just the right angle. "I-I‘m close", you’re moaning shamelessly now, not a care about whoever might hear you, "Gonna come, gonna come again, Tonowari– fuck!"

You clench your inner walls around him as you do, almost choking on your words. Vaguely, you feel yourself leak more and more of your slickness, until it drips onto the floor with a splash. "That so hot, fuck– Cupcake, I didn’t know you had that in you", Jake groans at the sight, adjusting his grip on your legs to spread them even wider.

You flex your inner walls, squeezing Tonowaris cock even more until you feel him tremble with the change, moaning and his gaze entirely fixed on where you are joined. He stutters, his movements jerky and you know he’s about to come. You try your best to keep your eyes open, not daring to miss the look on his face when he does. His mouth is slightly agape, eyes half lidded as they land on yours and with one last thrust he stills inside you. His cum is hot and sticky and you can feel it fill you up, with his tip pressed tight against your cervix.

Tonowari chuckles softly as he pulls his hips back, slowly, letting you feel every inch until only the swollen tip rests inside you. He brushes a stray strand of hair clinging to your sweat slicked skin out of your face and kisses your lips as a distraction, before he pulls out entirely. You whine and your legs quiver in Jakes hold. "Good girl, just breathe", Jake whispers, "Gonna let you down now, okay? Can you stand?" Weakly, you give him a nod and then he gently places your feet on the ground.

You have to steady yourself, with a one hand on each of their stretched out arms. Your legs feel like jelly, cunt leaking all of your combined juices and you already feel the pleasant ache spreading between your legs. You’re so busy trying to collect yourself again, that you completely miss the way the two olo’eyktan’s look at each other at the sight of you.

With a smug grin on his face, Jake bows down to your height and whispers into your ear, "Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. C‘mon don’t let me tell you twice." Your eyes widen at his words but you can’t help the smile forming in you lips. After all, that’s exactly what you’ve asked for.

"Y-yes sir."

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always-andromeda · 2 months

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𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Ellie Williams x F!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 1232

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ You and Ellie enjoy an all-too-rare "quiet" moment with each other.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ soooo...this is my first time writing something for Ellie...please be gentle lmao. I decided to be a little easy on myself and start off with something light with absolutely no plot. Just pure, fluffy porn. That being said, I want to add that from this point onwards, anything I write based in the TLOU universe, I will be including links on what we can do to aid Palestine. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

HOW YOU CAN HELP PALESTINE

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ smut (minors, do not interact, please and thank you), reader has no physical description aside from being afab and able-bodied, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), pet names (babe, baby), slight overstimulation, general softness, nothing else I can think of!

Early mornings suit you, Ellie decides. Especially when it's all cold and quiet and blue light as a thin layer of frost covers the outside of the window by her bed. You're both thankful that it obscures the view of any eyes that may have been peeking into Ellie's garage.

They would've seen you sprawled out on her mattress and Ellie slotted firmly between your legs, paying all sorts of attention to your thighs. And thank fucking god, you're the only one who can hear the filthy words that fall from that wonderful mouth of hers.

"You're so fucking soft, babe." Then she chuckles, "And so easy to work up."

Your thighs shiver with anticipation and you're far beyond the point of feeling any kind of shame about it. There's only urgency filling your chest as you hope that Ellie's teasing turns into something. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd spent so long on you that Jesse had to come and "wake her" for patrol.

Now that had been a special kind of torture: Ellie hoisting herself up off of you and yelling to Jesse that she'd be right out as she pulled on her hoodie and gathered her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. She grabbed her backpack, kissed you on the forehead, and muttered, "See you tonight," with a cocky grin. Then she fucking left.

And you'd have to shake away whatever mounting pressure she'd built up inside of you and uncomfortably shuffle your way home in yesterday's clothes all while trying to avoid the watching eyes of Jackson's population. It felt like every ounce of deprivation was written on your face in those moments and you hated it.

So you thread a hand through her hair, gently urging her towards your cunt.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm gettin' there," she teases and removes your hand.

“Now, please,” you whine.

But it’s no use. With a little laugh under her breath, she keeps peppering kisses along your bikini line. You know she relishes in it, listening to you gasp as she gets closer and closer to where you need her only to pull back moments before her lips could connect with your center.

She must be feeling nice this morning; she hasn’t admonished you for squirming or whining. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have patrol today. Or maybe it’s because you spent hours after dinner the night prior relieving her stress as well. Or maybe it’s just the simple fact that quiet moments like these are rare. All you know is that you can handle it; you can handle her.

You ball up the sheets in your fists and adjust your hips ever so slightly, settling in for whatever Ellie has planned for you. She uses a finger to pull the thin cotton crotch of your underwear to the side and groans to herself.

She laughs, “I don’t even have to try and you’re soaked.”

You lift yourself up on your elbows to look down at her. “Imagine what would happen if you did try,” you quip.

“Tough talk for a girl in your position,” she says. Before you can give her another snarky reply, she licks a long stripe up the center of you. The sudden warmth is welcome but it still startles you.

Ellie adds with a scoff, “Besides, I don’t need to imagine. I am well aware of what happens when I try.” With that, she eases a finger in you.

In and out, she patiently worked you open until asking, “Want another, babe?”

You give a breathy yes. A beat passes where you wait for her to request a please alongside it. But it never comes. She must be feeling really nice.

With a whine, you feel her slip that second finger in. She’s methodic, curling her lithe fingers with each pump and carefully itching an ache inside of you that begs to be scratched. Bit by bit, she only feeds the flame; only makes it climb higher and higher up your belly until it seems to burn at the back of your throat. That wet squelch between your legs intensifies as she fucks you faster. You let out a soft moan and Ellie curses under her breath.

“That’s right, baby. You’ve got it.”

You can’t quite see her expression but you can tell she’s got that smug smirk creeping across her face. It’s the face she makes when she can tell just how well she’s playing you.

Right then she decides to go for the kill. Her tongue flicks over your swollen clit in time with her scissored fingers and before too long, you’re chasing it. Rutting against her mouth, you follow that all consuming fire that burns away each and every one of your better senses. It craves nothing more than pleasure and the praise of the girl you love more than life itself.

Strangely, you don’t mind it. In another world, you could afford to be so needy and so selfish whenever you wanted. Perhaps that’s why you’re so drawn to the feeling now; to the fleetingness of it. It’s lightning in a bottle. And with the heat mounting, you feel ready to burst.

A string of wanton curses falls from your lips. Bones scorched with pleasure, you're quickly approaching the point where you’ll be nothing more than ash.

Ellie groans desperately against your cunt, “C’mon, give it to me. You’re almost there.”

That’s all you need to fall over the edge. You shatter as soon as your climax makes contact. You’re a mess of limbs. Legs wrapping around the woman attached to your cunt. Heels digging into her back, still chasing that endless more until it damn near hurts. Chest heaving as you start to realize that it never will be enough. But somehow, that’s alright. If it was enough, there’d be nothing left for her to give; nothing left to yearn. And you’d rather spend the rest of your life wanting her than wandering in oblivion.

Finally, the pleasure gets to be too much. You’re all but a pile of smoldering cinders, terrifyingly close to blowing away in the wind. You cry out and tap the side of Ellie temple, signaling the end of the

She quickly obliges and switches to pressing gentle kisses to your mound between whispered praises. Hands gripping your thighs, her thumbs swirl soothing circles to your trembling flesh. Her kisses work their way up your belly, between your breasts, across your collar, up to your lips.

“You alright?” she asks softly.

Your head still spins a bit but you manage a nod and a low hum which only makes her chuckle.

A thin layer of sweat on her forehead sheens in the light. The smattering of freckles you adore dance with the flush on her cheeks. Judging by the creases next to her eyes and the smile she wears, she’s languishing in how you look too.

“I sure did a number on you, huh?”

“A little,” you mutter. But you know you’re not fooling her.

Ellie settles at your side and weaves an arm behind your neck, loosely holding you to her. You stay like that for a few seconds; quietly intertwined.

You look up at her through your lashes and break the silence. “Love you, Els.”

She smiles and presses one last kiss to your nose. “Love you too, weirdo.”

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SNOOZE — oscar piastri

summary. in which, everyone finally meets oscar’s new girlfriend—who happens to be a ballerina—but the history takes on a whole new meaning. (last part !!!!!!)

genre. smau

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The Way to His Heart [15]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

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"I still don't understand why you had to creep around instead of just approaching her and introducing yourself properly," Jongho remarked, rolling his eyes as Wooyoung clicked his tongue in frustration, "Oh, come on! Can you blame me? She's so beautiful, I got nervous, alright?! I've never had to talk to her before, and I just... I panicked!"

The assistant squinted at his friend, "You do realise if the general catches wind of any of that, you'll be out of a job. Don't tell me you have a crush on our mistress..."

"And you don't?!" The private investigator squeaked, eyes widening in disbelief as Jongho shook his head, unamused, "That's inappropriate. Don't you ever suggest such a thing again."

Wooyoung kept his mouth shut, realising that his friend would be the last person interested in hearing him gush about how pretty he found you. He was fully aware that you were his employer's wife and therefore off-limits. Still, it wouldn't hurt to indulge in the innocent fantasy of being a secret admirer.

Besides, he still valued his life, and it wasn't as if he was actually in love with you or anything. Deep down, humans are all visual animals, and he found his tiny crush on you completely justifiable.

Turning serious, Jongho inquired, "So, what did the mistress need help with? She's been secluded in the study ever since Prince Yeosang's departure and hadn't spoken to any of us until you showed up. Something must have happened."

With a smug nod, Wooyoung responded, "Ah, it seems I already know more than you. How does that feel, senior assistant Choi?" His grin disappeared when the younger man did not react as expected, only staring him down intimidatingly, as if daring him to continue with his playful shenanigans, "Ugh, fine, sheesh. The fourth prince invited her to his birthday banquet happening next week. She's really anxious since it's her first royal event and without General Park. She wants guidance on dealing with the royals."

Head shooting up at the revelation, the assistant knitted his brows together in concern, "The fourth prince... invited her to his birthday banquet? Did he say why?"

The private investigator shrugged, a hint of nonchalance in his tone, "He mentioned that since General Park is away, he hoped Lady Park could represent him this year."

A troubled expression clouded Jongho's features as he processed the information, his mind racing with possible implications. The idea of His Highness extending such an invitation seemed out of the ordinary, sparking unease within him.

Noticing the younger man's troubled demeanour, Wooyoung nudged him on the shoulder, concern evident in his voice, "Why do you look so bothered, man? What's on your mind?"

Jongho's stomach churned as he mulled over his thoughts, his voice tinged with apprehension as he responded, "I wouldn't have been surprised if it had been any of the other princes. But Prince Yeosang? He hasn't hosted a single birthday banquet in years. And besides, his connection with the general is minimal at best. So... what do you think he wants with our mistress?"

That revelation made the private investigator sit up straight, suddenly grasping the complexity of the situation. If what his friend said held true, it meant the fourth prince was plotting something. A surge of protectiveness for you washed over him, wanting to ensure your safety and not let his role model down.

Turning to the assistant, he asked, "Damn, I don't like the sound of that. So what's our move? Should we warn her?"

Jongho shook his head adamantly, "Absolutely not. She'd panic, and that's the last thing we need. I'll fetch the dressmaker; he's one of the general's closest friends, and along with Physician Jung's help, we'll try to figure this out."

"Oh, one more thing!" Wooyoung interjected, grabbing the younger man's attention, "Lady Park did mention that it would be great if she could somehow get in touch with Royal Secretary Choi. It seems she believes he's the only one who can offer helpful advice for navigating the royal event."

Pondering this information quietly, the assistant nodded, "Fortunately, I've corresponded with him on behalf of the general several times. I should be able to reach him easily."

Jongho furrowed his brows, noticing the unsettled expression on the investigator's face, "What's bothering you now?"

Wooyoung sighed, his expression clouded with uncertainty, "The lady also expressed her doubts about whether the royal secretary would even consider helping her. She's unsure if someone as busy as him would take the time to assist her."

Shaking his head, the assistant offered reassurance, "Don't worry. Royal Secretary Choi is genuinely one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. He shares a friendship with the general and will certainly lend a hand to our mistress if she needs it."

That would soon be clear to them all when San arrived to grace everyone in the general's estate with his presence in just a few days, leaving Hongjoong, Yunho, and Wooyoung in awe as they watched the handsome man with an exceptionally fit physique—perhaps a little too fit to be a mere secretary—walk past the three of them, who were sitting in the living hall, with a respectful nod and courteous smile.

Jongho exchanged knowing glances with them as he ushered the royal secretary into the estate and towards the study, where you awaited his guidance with your studies.

"Am I the only one who thinks that guy seems more suited for the battlefield than the royal office?" Wooyoung quipped, prompting a reluctant nod from Hongjoong. For some inexplicable reason, he found the private investigator mildly annoying, almost like a younger brother, "As much as I hate to admit it, you're right about that. He does give off that vibe."

Yunho, known for his wisdom and maturity, offered a shrug in response, "We shouldn't judge someone solely by their appearance. Perhaps the royal secretary excels in matters of intelligence rather than physical strength."

Rolling his eyes, the dressmaker fired back, "Obviously, we're just joking. Lighten up a little, Yunho, or you'll never find a wife with that boring ass attitude."

The physician pursed his lips at the jab, while Wooyoung watched with amusement as the banter between the two friends unfolded, "Says you? You're older and still single. Perhaps the problem lies closer to home."

Hongjoong scoffed in disbelief and placed his hands on his hips, "Excuse you, I'll have you know there are plenty of women vying for my attention every day. It's not my fault I have standards."

"I could say the same." Yunho retorted.

Before the banter could escalate, Jongho intervened with a heavy sigh, "I leave for a minute, and you're already arguing. How is it that all of you are older than me?"

"I agree, assistant Choi. Their behaviour was rather immature," The investigator remarked, feigning innocence when the doctor raised an eyebrow, "You're the one who instigated the whole thing."

Just as Wooyoung opened his mouth to defend himself, the assistant rubbed his temple wearily, "Oh my god, enough. Let's not forget why we're here today—to figure out the intentions of Prince Yeosang regarding our mistress."

"Is that the purpose of this gathering?" Eunsook queried as she appeared by the entrance of the living hall.

The four nodded in confirmation, and the head maid sighed before joining them, "If that's the case, I believe I may be of help. I was with the mistress in the palace on the day the master discovered he had to depart for war. Something happened with the prince while we awaited the general's return from his emergency meeting."

As she recounted the incident at the cherry blossom garden, a dawning realisation settled over all of them. Suddenly, it all clicked into place: why Yeosang, known for despising his own birthday due to its reminders of his painful existence, was now planning a celebration and extending an invitation to Lady Park, of all people. It was clear to the group that the prince had set his sights on the general's wife, and this elaborate scheme was likely his attempt to lure you away from Seonghwa.

"I understand we're all concerned about what His Highness might attempt to win over our mistress, but I believe we should have a little faith in her. Her devotion to General Park is undeniable. I don't think she would easily forsake him after all he's done for her." The physician suggested, hoping to ease the tension in the room.

As the others visibly relaxed with the reminder, the dressmaker appeared to be the only one still troubled, "Yeah, about that..." The dread in the room heightened at Hongjoong's uneasy expression.

"What is it?" Jongho inquired cautiously.

With a frustrated expression, the eldest man among them ran a hand through his hair before recounting the recent encounter with Jinjoo, your stepsister, and the doubts you were starting to entertain about your husband, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

The elderly woman's stomach sank at the revelation, but she shook her head to reassure the dressmaker, "No, Hongjoong, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known her stepsister would be there. No matter how much we deny it, the truth has a way of surfacing. We can't hide it from her forever."

The others nodded in agreement, though filled with worry at the implications. They knew Eunsook was right. Eventually, you would likely discover the truth. They just hadn't expected it to happen so soon, especially with Seonghwa away at war. The thought of you being possibly swayed by the fourth prince's charms sent shivers down all their spines.

Well shit, that's not good at all.

"San, you're an absolute lifesaver. Thank you so much." You expressed with gratitude after the lengthy crash course he had just given you on dealing with royal figures when attending such events, offering a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

Returning the smile, the royal secretary noticed the fatigue and stress evident in your expression. He sensed there was more to your distress than just the fourth prince's sudden invitation to his birthday banquet. Perhaps his close relationship with his elder sister had sharpened his perception of women's emotions.

Observing your troubled expression, San gently inquired, "Are you feeling quite alright, Lady Park? If you're worried about the general, I can assure you that he is being partnered with only the best military strategist in all of Joseon. They have yet to lose a single battle thus far, I'm sure this time would be no different."

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over you at his words. On one hand, you appreciated his attempt to ease your worries about your husband's safety. On the other hand, a nagging curiosity gnawed at your mind, Jinjoo's words still lingering, urging you to delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding your family's punishments.

San's position as the royal secretary and his close friendship with the general made him an ideal source of information. Surely, he would know the intricate details of the case and could provide you with the answers you sought. However, the thought of uncovering the full truth filled you with trepidation.

What if reality's more than you could bear?

You wrestled with your inner turmoil, unsure of whether to broach the subject with Royal Secretary Choi. Part of you yearned for closure, to finally understand the events that took place without your knowledge. Yet, another part hesitated, fearing the potential consequences of unearthing Seonghwa's carefully buried secrets.

As you glanced at San, who was patiently awaiting your response, you grappled with your decision. Would you dare to confront the shadows of your fears, or would you continue to dwell in uncertainty, afraid of what truths lay beneath?

To hell with it.

Taking a deep breath, you responded, "Thank you for your reassurance regarding my husband's capabilities. However, that's not precisely what's weighing on my mind..."

He arched a curious eyebrow, intrigued by what other concerns could possibly be bothering you besides Seonghwa's safety, "I'm all ears, my lady." He offered, inviting you to share your thoughts.

Lowering your head, you recounted your recent encounter with your stepsister and the unsettling doubts it had stirred within you. Then, with a hesitant tone, you inquired, "May I seek clarification from you regarding my husband's role in the Jang family's punishments?"

San maintained a composed smile, betraying no hint of shock at your revelation. With a calm demeanour, he laced his fingers together before him, "I empathise with your concerns, Lady Park, and I want you to know that they are valid. While the details of the case are confidential, I can offer some clarity to ease your worries."

You held your breath as he continued, "The truth is, His Majesty was responsible for determining your family's physical punishments, but the general took charge of overseeing the entire process."

So, it's true.

Your heart sank at the confirmation.

"Understandably, you may find his involvement frightening. However, you need to know that this has always been the nature of his job. If you think him cruel, remember that every drop of blood shed was in service of this nation's security. He's doing what only a few have the guts to do. And in this case, it's out of love for you that he was determined to ensure that those who harmed you and your mother faced justice. My lady, can you truly fault him for that?"

His words struck you like a boulder, and you realised he might be onto something.

The royal secretary grinned as he observed your expression, knowing his words were making an impact, "Besides, you've been here long enough to witness how good he can be to those he cares about. That includes you, all the staff in this estate, as well as his loyal friends currently seated in the living hall. Surely, there must be a good reason why these people choose to remain by his side, wouldn't you agree?"

Noting your silence and contemplative expression, San understood that you needed time to digest everything. While he hoped he had made a valid point, he knew that your conflicting emotions wouldn't dissipate so easily. Nevertheless, he had done his best to encourage you to keep an open mind and speak the truth.

Ultimately, the next steps were up to you.

"As much as I'd like to stay and chat, I have another appointment scheduled in an hour, so I should probably head to my next destination." He announced, rising from his seat opposite you.

His words snapped you out of your reverie as you got up after him, "Ah, yes, of course. I can't thank you enough for everything, San."

As you escorted him towards the exit, he smiled warmly at you, "You're most welcome, Lady Park. Don't fret too much about the royal event next week. I'm sure you'll do splendidly, especially considering you've already managed to impress the fourth prince. He's not an easy royal to handle, so that's quite an achievement."

Prince Yeosang is... not easy to handle?

Before you could ask him to elaborate, the royal secretary was already boarding his carriage. With a defeated sigh, you waved at him as the vehicle began to pull away.

Heading back inside, your mind reeled from his words. His Highness had never seemed difficult around you, so you struggled to comprehend what San meant. Besides his slightly playful demeanour, you didn't find the prince hard to handle in any way.

Before you knew it, your head began to throb with the endless thoughts swirling around. Eunsook rushed over in concern when she saw you swaying, your hands pressed against your temples.

"Mistress! Are you feeling alright? Oh dear, you look exhausted," She exclaimed, her worry evident in her voice, "That's enough studying for today. Go and rest. I'll bring you dinner when it's ready."

Throughout the rest of the week, Jongho and the others couldn't bring themselves to warn you about the potential advances of the fourth prince. They noticed how visibly stressed you were, dedicating all your time to refining your ladylike etiquette and practising formal speech with the head maid. Your determination for perfection in your debut at a royal event was clear as day.

After receiving all the help you needed, you were finally ready for the banquet. Standing before the mirror, you inspected yourself, admiring the delicate red flower the dressmaker had once again helped you paint on your forehead, perfectly complementing your new hanbok, "Are you pleased with the look, Lady Park?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely, Hongjoong. You never disappoint, and you know that."

With newfound confidence, you departed from the general's estate, accompanied by Jongho and Eunsook. Mentally reviewing the list of potential royals in attendance, you appreciated Wooyoung's efforts in the past week as he assisted you with retrieving specific books from the public library and studying the royal family tree.

The private investigator lingered near the estate's entrance after seeing you off, his jaw slightly agape. He had always found you pretty, but seeing you all dressed up and with the flower on your forehead, he was struck by your ethereal beauty. Just as he was about to entertain the thought that Seonghwa must have saved an entire country to deserve someone like you, he realised that might actually be true.

"Excuse me, Jung Wooyoung. That's not your lady to be ogling like that. Behave yourself, or I'll have to whoop your ass on behalf of the general." Hongjoong warned, rolling his eyes as the younger man pouted before sulking back inside the estate.

As your carriage approached the familiar high palace walls, Jongho and Eunsook exchanged determined glances. They had agreed to stick by your side at all times, wanting to protect you from whatever schemes Prince Yeosang might have planned for the event.

"We've arrived, mistress." The assistant announced as the carriage came to a stop.

With the head maid's assistance, you stepped down from the carriage with slightly less ease than when your husband carried you, feeling a pang in your heart as you were reminded of him. Despite your complicated feelings, you couldn't deny the longing for his presence. You hoped he was safe and well while you attended the birthday celebration of another.

Approaching the grand entrance of the hall hosting the fourth prince's birthday banquet, you noticed that the palace staff responsible for announcing guests had recognised you immediately, sparing Jongho the need to introduce you. As you reached the entrance, the staff announced in a loud voice, "Miss Jang, eldest daughter of the former Minister of Military Affairs, has arrived."

Your shock was palpable as the announcement rang out, your eyes widening and your stomach sinking at the unexpected introduction. The last thing you wanted was to be associated with your father, especially not at such a prestigious event. You had been specifically told by the prince that you were here to represent your husband. So why would they announce you like that, using your past title, when you now held a new and official one as the general's wife? The discrepancy left you feeling uneasy and out of place as you stepped into the grand hall.

What's the meaning of this, Your Highness?

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"General Park! Letters for General Park!"

The messenger's urgent cry echoed through the camp, drawing attention to the main tent where Seonghwa typically conducted his affairs between battles. Bursting into the tent, the messenger gasped for breath, his eyes darting around, "Sir, may I enter?"

"Come in," A deep voice replied, but it wasn't the general's. Officer Song, the military strategist, sat alone inside, his gaze fixed on the newcomer, "General Park is uhh... preoccupied elsewhere at the moment. What brings you here, soldier?"

Handing over the stack of letters he carried, the messenger answered, "The general has received a few missives, one from his assistant and another from His Highness, the fourth prince."

Mingi's brow furrowed in confusion, "The fourth prince?"

The messenger nodded vigorously, "Yes, His Highness mentioned it's regarding an urgent matter and should be delivered to the general as soon as possible."

Officer Song nodded in acknowledgement, "I see. Leave it to me, soldier. I'll ensure it reaches him as soon as he's available."

As soon as the messenger departed, Mingi's curiosity overwhelmed him, and he unfolded the letter from Prince Yeosang. His breath hitched as he absorbed the concise yet weighty message. The prince started off by conveying gratitude for Seonghwa's service to the nation and extended well wishes, reassuring him not to worry about returning.

However, the content took a surprising turn with his final paragraph.

'Out of respect for you, I am writing to inform you that I will be proposing to Miss Jang. I believe she deserves the freedom to choose her own husband. Perhaps what she needs is someone who can remain by her side and not cause her any worry. If you truly care about her happiness, you would understand.'

Once again setting the stage for the main event HAHA sorry for the (sorta) filler chapter, but I promise there will definitely be drama in the next part.😈

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midastouch-zaza · 25 days

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R foursome with Taeyeon, Irene and Karina? With R finishing on their faces and bodies.

[This is such a simple plot but I had to write it before anything else because the idea was just too good 😵‍💫]

SM was in dire straits, like nobody could tell from the outside, but they were so close to fail. Hybe was no intentioned to help its rival, so it was your moment to shine, buying the majority of shares of their agency and keeping them afloat.

There was just a single request you made before completing the purchase: spend a night with three leader of their amazing girls groups. It was a decade or so since SM accepted this kinda of deal, but it was not look like they had so much choice, so in the end they accepted.

The girls attitude towards this part of their job was kinda different:

Taeyeon was in this world long enough to know that this kinda situation sometimes are inevitable, so she just rolled up her sleeves and was ready to make you live the time of your life;

Irene was kinda hesitant about it, she would have maybe preferred to know you better before these kind of stuff, but in the end she just accepted the compromise and did what was better for her group;

Karina was just too scared to lose the job of her dreams. Her dating scandal had been already a big blow to her career, so she didn't need to think at all before being favorable at blowing you.

That same night you reached the best hotel of the town, where there was the suite reserved for you. When you arrived, the view alone made you cock hard inside your tuxedo trousers. The three leader were waiting for you at the center of the room, on their knees and completely naked.

"Welcome, mr. Owner. It's a pleasure to meet you", Taeyeon, in the middle, said before bowing with respect. "...we hope you can enjoy...this night with us", Irene, on her left, said and bowed in such a stiff way. "Tonight we are yours, please use our slutty body as you wish for your pleasure", Karina, on the right, firmly exclaimed, before executing a deep bow, her forehead brushing against the pavement.

You walked right in front of them and they just waited for your command. "I guess it's only fair to begin from the veteran, am I right?", you said with your bulge standing few centimeters from Tae face. "You're always right, mr. Owner.", she agreed, nodding slightly.

Her hands quickly pulled down your pants, keeping her gaze fixed on your eyes. She never interrupted that connection even when she started to kiss your hard shaft. From kissing she switched to licking and then to sucking.

"You have such fantastic cock, mister", she praised you, while her vocalist mouth was doing her magic. You could say your dick was being treated right now, years of singing were really showing while sucking the soul out of your cock.

You really had an hard time standing straight while that gorgeous woman had your cock so deep that she could easily caress your balls with her warm tongue. In the end you could not help but shooting your seed down her throat. "Delicious, as expected by mr. Owner", she peacefully commented, gulping down the rest.

You then moved in front of Irene. She was still skeptical about all of that, you could tell. "I'm curious to know what the most beautiful idol of third generation is able to do", you teased her. "...I'll do my best, sir", she sighed, looking down.

On the contrary of Taeyeon, she never looked in your eyes. She was clearly trying her best to finish as quick as she can, sucking with so much power that you didn't expect from such a tiny woman. However you were not going to cum that easily.

She must had have experience because she knew exactly what to do to making you reach your climax faster. She moved her tongue, going to tease under your peel skin while her slim fingers while fondling your balls.

Those were unexpected moves to handle, so your second blow arrived soon than you expected. She was elegant even while drinking out your milk and popping out your cock clean. At the end she didn't say anything nor looked at you, just nodded quickly.

It was finally the turn of Karina. You moved in front of her, expecting her to be the less skilled of the three, being the youngest one. "I heard the fourth gen is a different breed. Is it true?", you questioned, looking at her, or better, at her big boobs.

"Yes, sir, it's true. Let me demonstrate that", she replied with fire in the eyes. And, holy shit, she was aggressive. She was not sucking your cock, no, she was choking herself on your shaft. She was making such mess, spilling saliva everywhere.

"Holy shit, you're insane", you moaned, feeling her throat clenching around your member. She was glued to your crotch and she didn't seem intentioned to let you until you give your cum her too. And even with all the will in the world, there was no way you could resist to that.

Finally she let you, her mouth still open, making strings of cum hang from her lips, till settling between her boobs. Her make-up was completely ruined and smudged. Seeing her being so slutty, really made you snap.

You grabbed her wrist and you dragged her until the king size bed in front of you. "You two, help me to get undressed", you ordered, and they ran to strip you, noticing the change of your tone. In few seconds you were as naked as them.

Karina was waiting for her fate on the bed. "Did I make a mistake? Was I bad?", she asked, confused by your change of attitude. "No, on the contrary, you were so good that you won the opportunity to be fucked in the pussy first", you said with a grin, positioning yourself between her thicc legs.

"Oh...then feel free to ruin me, sir", she said with a warm smile, feeling happy about your praises. And you were instead happy to accept her suggestion, inserting with ease your cock, lubed by her saliva, inside her warm pussy.

"Oh my God!", she exclaimed, feeling your shaft ravaging her pussy with so much power, the same power she used to deepthroat you. You were basically punching her womb with your thrusts, making her scream in pleasure.

"He surely knows how to treat a lady, doesn't he?", you could Taeyeon murmur behind you. "Yeah, I guess so...", Irene murmured back, biting her lips, almost ashamed to find that wrong scene so hot, her pussy was already getting wet.

In the meanwhile you were still "rewarding" Karina, giving her the fuck of her life. Obviously you couldn't miss the chance to grope and suck on her boobs, drowning your face in her soft chest, while your hips down there were keeping to do their job.

Eventually you felt your climax arriving, it was predictable going at that speed without a single breather. With a last, deep and powerful thrust, you dumped an huge load of seed inside Karina tummy, leaving her there at absorbing her own orgasm.

You were starting to feel a bit tired, you surely needed to slow down and you knew the perfect person to help you in that. "Come here, Irene", you kindly said, after laying in bed. The woman nodded once again and crawled till sitting on your lap.

"I know you like to have the control of the situation, so ride me", you simply told her, caressing her thigh. "Okay, sir", she nodded, once again not looking at you. The situation was starting to bother you but you let her do for the moment.

She aligned her pussy over your cock and slowly sitted on it, taking short pauses to adapt to your girth. Once she was done, her hips started rolling, doing a great job in riding you, but something was missing.

"Irene...look at me", you said in a firm tone. "Sir...I don't...", she tried to protest, but you picked her chin between her fingers and made her look at you. "Look. At. Me.", it was an order, there was no way out from that.

She finally looked at you and...she just melted. She started moaning, finally there was passion in her movements. She was enjoying riding your dick. "Ahhh...this cock...is amazing, mr. Owner. Breed me too", she begged, bouncing with so much rush on you.

You put your hands on her sides, pressing her ass down at every jump, going your cock go so deep inside her that it was basically kissing her cervix, before flooding it with your cum, making her show the most naughty face you could have thought about.

Two down, one to go. "The first to start, the last to end", Taeyeon purred in your ear, appearing out of nowhere. She has enjoyed watching you while you broke her juniores, but now it was her turn for a good fuck.

"Don't worry, I have something special in mind for you", you smirked, caressing her booty and giving it a good squeeze. "Oh...I guess I can't say no to you, sir", she smirked back, licking your lips before, bending forward and spreading her cheeks for you.

"Come, mr. Owner. Come to reclaim this ass", she motivates you with such a seducing tone. In front of that scene, you could only get on your knees and slamming your tired cock inside her asshole. "Fucking hell...so good", she moaned, gripping the footboard of the bed.

Your hands on her hips pulled her against your crotch, making her move erection back and forth inside her back entrance. She could only moan and cry in pleasure for how good you were stretching her.

Nobody really fucked her ass better than you in her long career, she was having an hard time controlling her own body. "Shit, sir, fill my hole, I need more than oxygen right now", she begged, her knucles white closed in a fist.

After such a long night of action you had barely the energy to move, but you had no intention to let her down. So you just gritted her down, gaining speed, dicking her down, until she was laying down on the mattress and you were penetrating non-stop her ass...and like that you finally reached the sixth orgasm of your night.

You needed to recover to not faint, so you went in the luxurious bathroom and had a cold shower. You needed that, your body needed that. Wearing the hotel bathrobe, you returned in the bedroom; there the three Idols were waiting for you on bed.

"Come here, Oppa", Karina called you with a proud smile. "Yes, Oppa, join us in bed", Irene said, now she couldn't stop to look at you. "Come on, Oppa, don't make us wait", Taeyeon offered you a tired yet satisfied smile, her ass still leaking your cum.

They were all laying down, her feet and legs moving lazily in the air. You could not help but having a last hard-on, sitting in front of them. "Let us help you, Oppa", Taeyeon spoke for all of them.

Their tongue moved faster than your brain, your cock receiving a triple attack. It was incredible: Irene was sucking you tip, Taeyeon licking your base and the Karina playing with your balls. Eventually they all switched more than one time.

It was for sure the fastest yet best orgasm of the night, covering their gorgeous faces and magnificent boobs with your seed. You knew your new life at SM was going to be hella good, especially with those three on your side...and bed.

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byunpum · 3 months

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Safe heaven | Part 4 (final)

Pair: Neteyam x Human!reader (sully family, others na'vi)

Warning: cultural things ,comfort moments, plot twist(sorry), All characters are adults.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Ko-fi

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4[final]

It had been a week since mo'at had proposed, a week since neteyam had decided to sleep with her grandmother and a week since you had accepted mo'at's proposal. Something that was not easy for you, knowing that you had to present yourself to eywa and that she could not accept you was something that was making you more nervous. You had been with mo'at all morning, she was preparing everything for the ritual, there were only a few hours left for the whole process to start. You felt the nerves start to take control of your body, your hands were shaking a little. As you handed Mo'at some herbs. Mo'at notices these actions, and takes your hand to give it a squeeze. Smiling a little at you. "You need to relax," mo'at says. "I know…but if she doesn't accept me?" you ask, you know that eywa's acceptance was something important to every creature in pandora. "She will do it…I'm sure of it. Then you and neteyam can unite as a mate. And no one will be able to object" mo'at chuckled a little.

She had to admit that she felt bad for not standing by her daughter, neytiri. She was supposed to support her as a mother, but this situation was something she would not support. Seeing her daughter try to put her grandson together with someone he didn't love was something she would not accept. Every being should have the freedom to love whomever they want. Besides, Mo'at loved you very much, she had cared for you so much through all these years. Her greatest wish was for you to be part of her family, of her people. And now that everything was happening…she was going to help you. "Yes… neteyam is everything to me" you speak. "I know" mo'at goes back to work. There was a pause in the conversation, mo'at looked back at you and now you were looking at your feet lost in thought. "I know you are worried about neytiri…but you have to give her space" mo'at says.

"I don't want neteyam to be away from his family because of me, I don't want to be the cause of that" you speak, mo'at could hear the worry in your voice. Somehow this was your insecurity. She comes to your side, wrapping her arms around you so that you lay on her chest. She used to do this a lot when you were little, and apparently things haven't changed much. "Y/N neteyam's choice is made…he chose you. You don't have to worry" mo'at squeezes you tighter. "Besides you should be relaxed, you know you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I don't want anything to happen to you" mo'at speaks. And yes… the whole process of the initiation ritual was complicated. You remember when neteyam had to do it when you were the perfect age. All na'vi must go through this process. It consisted of fasting for 24 hours, meditating and then a ceremony with a certain group of people. They would present you to eywa, connecting and uniting you with her to be one of her children. Not counting the challenges you had to go through before, like being a productive na'vi. Being accepted into the clan etc. Then the Tsahìk, of the clan, would evaluate if you were worthy to present yourself to eywa. Of course…mo'at was ignoring the fact that neyitiri hate you and that you were human. She was taking a risk.

On the other hand, neteyam had worked all week naturally. Doing his daily chores, meeting his siblings and his father. As if nothing had happened, but he still had no contact with his mother. This worried him, but he wasn't giving it any attention. You were his priority right now. He was even ignoring Leeka's strange approaches to him, he knew that the girl was following her mother's instructions. Ignoring and refusing to let her approach him. Neteyam had already made his choice and was not about to change his mind. This particular day, neteyam was helping her father with the daily hunts, barely looking at him, trying to talk about anything but what was going on with her mother. "Dad…are you going to the y/n ceremony?" nateyam asks his father. Jake drops the piece of meat he was cutting, to look at his son. "Sure…you know I'm supportive," jake says, pausing. The most Jake wanted was for neytiri and neteyam to get back to the relationship they had before. This was not good for the family, they were supposed to be a close family and this was tearing them apart. Jake was aware that y/n was not to blame for this problem, maybe she was at the center of the argument. But the fault was that neytiri didn't want to understand that neteyam was already an adult…and that he chose what he wanted for his life. "Teyam… you need to talk to your mother," speaks Jake. Neteyam makes a grumbling noise. "I'm not going to go talk to her…let her come talk to me. She's the one with the problem…not me. I don't want to talk about it," Neteyam says, focusing on his work. Of course this was affecting him, for Neteyam his mother was important, but he was tired.

After being with his father all day, the afternoon came quickly. Cleaning up and getting everything ready. Half of the hunting this day was going to be for the small celebration they would have for your initiation. Neteyam said goodbye to his father, agreeing to meet later in the evening. Cleaning up to go to the mo'at hut, it was now his turn to help you. Neteyam arrived at his grandmother's hut, entering carefully. Seeing how mo'at was braiding your hair, approaching the women. By now he is kneeling in front of you. "Hello!!!" you greet him, watching as neteyam takes your hand for a quick kiss on your palm. "Hi baby, are you ready?" asks neteyam, seeing you giggle nervously. "Everything is ready…I need you to do the final decorating touches." Mo'at speaks, watching as neteyam climbs up. Neteyam was your host…so he was in charge of preparing you for the ceremony. After a while, and mo'at finished your hairstyle. And you and Neteyam left the hut, to go to where he was going to help you prepare.

Neteyam took you to this place, where few na'vis passed by. A quiet place to coexist. Surrounded by rocks and moss. It was cold and cozy at the same time. Neteyam had carefully chosen the clothes you would wear, being your mentor he had to choose all the details of the ceremony. Sitting in front of you, his hands were filled with a white ink. As he traced lines across your skin, from the tips of your hands to your neck. Drawing circles and a few dots with the paint on your skin. The paint felt cold, and wet on your skin, but you were so focused on neteyam's gaze. He was very focused on his work, touching you gently. While humming some chants. Every part of your body was being gently touched by his hands, with a love and delicacy. "I am so proud of you…thank you for doing this" says neteyam, starting to draw line on your forehead up to your neck. They were small lines, accompanied by a simple design.

"thank you for accepting me as I am" you speak, watching as neteyam's face breaks into a smile. As his index finger slides from your forehead to your nose, reaching your lips. Stopping for a moment, to make eye contact with you. He wanted so badly to have you for himself, to have you as his mate. "I love you" says neteyam, feeling you now holding his wrist. Giving his finger a little kiss. You watch as neteyam laughs, flashing a big smile. It's been a long time since you've seen him laugh like that. He looked so happy and comfortable right now. "Soon…we will be together, and we will have our home" neteyam starts talking. "O…how would you like our home to be?" neteyam was getting distracted talking, not noticing that you had gotten up on your knees, to move towards him. Taking his face in your hands to give him a kiss, pressing hard on his lips. Instinctively neteyam wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. While you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Ehh none of that…until after the ceremony" mo'at shouts, moving closer to you. You break away a little embarrassed, but began to laugh as did mo'at. He might be going through some trouble, but this moment was supposed to be one of happiness. And mo'at was in charge of this. She came over to you, kneeling beside you. Adjusting a few pieces of your ornaments that covered your chest. Arranging some beads in your hair. "Are you ready?" asks mo'at. You nod enthusiastically, you wanted all this to happen, the nerves were eating you alive. "Let's go" says neteyam getting up from the floor, taking your hand to follow him.

In the ceremony there were all the people who wanted and needed for this. Jake, kiri, lo'ak, spider, norm, max, tsu'tey etc. They all cared…they all wanted to be a part of it. Mo'at had gone ahead and stood in front of the spirit tree. Raising his hands, chanting. Setting the whole mood. Neteyam was holding your hand, but I could see that his gaze was lost in the small crowd in front of you. He was looking for his mother, he wanted to make things right with her, but she was not able to accept you. Mo'at walks up to you, taking your hands to pull you closer to her. "'y/n…once you join, you will be one of us. And we will be one" Mo'at speaks. Mo'at helps you lie down on that kind of giant log that was in front of her. You are speechless when you can see the tentacles of the tree around you, glowing brightly.

You focus on mo'at's gaze, she places a hand on your forehead. "Honey…close your eyes and good luck." says mo'at, you obey and close your eyes. Taking a deep breath as you felt some stuff go up your hands, feet, back and head. It didn't hurt, it didn't even tingle. You just felt like they were there, telling yourself that everything would be okay. You stop hearing the mo'at chanting and everything goes white.

Out of nowhere you were sitting in a room, much like a laboratory. You look around examining your space, but just as you look to your right side you can see a woman. You didn't know how to describe her, something about her wouldn't let you memorize her…you could only feel her presence. "You've come so far honey" you could recognize that voice, for some reason your subconscious recognized it. "I…" you try to speak, but feel her take your hand. And you could feel all her energy running through your body. "You must not feel alone my child… every being pure of heart, will be my child. Regardless of their descent" says the presence. While you felt all its energy envelop you in a warm embrace. "Welcome" was the last thing you heard when you suddenly opened your eyes.

The gazes of neteyam, mo'at and norm were above you. Looking at you with concern, about 15 minutes had passed, which for you felt like seconds. You had been breathing heavily and your forehead was sweating. Norm had become concerned and even mo'at. This is the first time a human has ever tried to bond with eywa, in his human form. But the worry on his face disappeared, as tears of joy began to flow from your eyes. "She has welcomed me" you speak with a tearful voice, as you see the happy smiles of your new family. You stand up a little, and hug neteyam by the neck. You could hear the shouts of happiness and celebration. "Welcome to the clan" mo'at approaches you and hands you a songcord. Your eyes widen. Mo'at takes neteyam's hand and joins it with the tupara wrapping the amulet. "I hope you can write your new life here… just with the one you love," mo'at says, pulling you close to give you a kiss on your forehead. While wiping the tears from your eyes.

Little by little everyone present approached you. To welcome you, hugging you and accepting you as one of them. You felt a little strange, the feeling was something new, but you felt like you. At all times, neteyam had not let go of your hand, let alone move away from you. At last he had you by his side, at last… he could be with you. And no one could tell him anything, no one. For a moment, Neteyam can see the figure of Neytiri at a distance. You watch as neteyam is looking off into the distance, and you see the woman. You pinch his shoulder so that he goes to talk to his mother. The last thing you wanted was for him to miss an opportunity like this. Neteyam gives you a quick glance, and sees you nod at him to go. You can see him sigh nervously and start walking towards his mother.

Neteyam needed his mother to accept him, for her to be apart of this. "Hello" neteyam says, looking at his mother. Neytiri had her arms crossed and looked a little sorry. "I want to apologize to you…I know sometimes I can be stubborn and I" neytiri starts with her speech, but suddenly sees and feels neteyam hugging her tightly. Without hesitation, she hugs him back. "Mom…I just wanted that. Just this," says neteyam. He hears neytiri laugh, and hugs him tighter. In the distance you were watching the whole scene, jake was next to you. You had already settled down and sat on the floor, waiting for Neteyam to make up with his mother. "Do you think she'll ever talk to me?" you ask, watching as jake laughs. The laugh was something to himself, and hesitantly. "I don't know…but don't worry. Neytiri is a loving woman, she's just a little overprotective of her children. But she will accept you" says Jake. "Mmm I hope so" you speak, turning your attention back to neytiri.

Neytiri turns away from neteyam, taking her son's face in her hands. "Tell Y/N that I welcome him to the clan" says neytiri. "Don't you want to come?" asks neteyam, but he sees how his mother answers him with a denial movement, it was still too early to take that step, but he respected it. After all, it was a big step for her to be here. "Thank you mom" says neteyam, watching as neytiri smiles and begins her walk back to her hut. Neteyam stands there thoughtfully for a moment, only to turn around and watch as you were giving him a thumbs up. You were so happy, that this was happening.

After a long celebration, which had been prepared in the common area of the omaticayas. Where there was music, drink, and food hunted by themselves. After dancing and celebrating your joining the clan. Neteyam was desperate to be alone with you, so when you finally leave kiri and were looking for a drink, you see how neteyam approaches you playfully and takes you by the hand dragging you with him, towards the depth of the jungle. "Where are we going, eh?" you say playfully, neteyam just laughs and continues to guide you. You were both giggling, you were already recognizing the path…it was the one to the spitirus tree. You both approached the tree, entering more into its luminous branches. You were already trying to find a place to sit down, but you could feel neteyam standing behind you.

He had already sat down on the ground, taking your hips to guide them into his lap. Forcing you to sit between his legs, as he wrapped you in an embrace. Giving you a quick kiss on your cheek. "Finally…we can be together" neteyam says, he was speaking softly as he cradled you in his arms. You close your eyes, letting yourself be carried away by the moment…just because. This was a moment you would have loved to live with Neteyam. "Together forever" you speak, looking up. To see neteyam's confused face. "Sure, why not?" says neteyam, laughing nervously. "Yeah, why not. Just ignore what I said" you speak, as you settle further into his arms. "I love you so much y/n…I love you" neteyam says, kissing your neck, and breathing in your scent. He just wanted to stay there forever. "I will always be by your side, always."

"Hey y/n, can you hear me?" "Y/n?"

*fingers snap*

You open your eyes suddenly, to find lo'ak standing in front of you. He had a small smile on his face, he could see some tears running down your cheeks. He wipes them away carefully and sits down next to you. "Still not telling him?" asks lo'ak, watching as you remove your hand from the water and release one of the tentacles that rubbed the surface of the metkayina clan's spirit tree. For some reason, a very strange one. You were able to connect to the spirit tree, you thanked eywa for allowing you to join. You were thankful that there were many rocks there, where you could go and sit. "I don't have the courage to do it" you speak, wrapping your feet to your chest. "Yes you are right" says lo'ak, keeping silent. "Hey, how about we go for a ride?" lo'ak wanted to cheer you up, he knew these were very strong for you. And for him too…he missed his brother a lot. "Sure…I could use a good distraction" you say, accompanying lo'ak, but without looking back at the spirit tree.

It was the sixth anniversary of neteyam's death, six years since he left. 6 years since he promised to be by your side. He still doesn't know… he still keeps his promise and you like to create this scenario with him where you could finally be together and create your own safe heave.

p.s Forgive me… but it's been ages since I've done something sad. ahhhhhhh

Taglist <3 : @cardi-bre91 @klowicherry @smolbeanzzz

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tiyoin · 2 months

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Twisted anxiety reader in a singing contest show (MHAHAMHAHAH) It would be a reason why she was singing in the woods.

✨ imagine✨

MC is feeling useless and unhelpful and just wants to pull their weight in supporting the dorm and stuff. Just overall trying to be more useful to Yuu.

So she overhears smth about a anonymous singing contest and the winner will get $5000 which for mc, Yuu and Grimm that's a lot of money. And 2nd and 3rd also has cash prizes. I think she goes for 2nd place ,so she has the money of 1st without the popularity of 1st. So she puts her fears to the side (🤨no she doesn't) to help her friend and cat.

I see this contest being an online voting type thing. Also celebs 😉 do go on the show to help promote it, to judge them and what ever else they do.

In the show they give the contestants a "wish"/ charm that can help them with their performance (enter ✨shimmers✨ & instruments magic that was talked about). It what makes the show popular

Now we give MC song/writing abilities. She honestly has a diary of kind. She needs it.( Torture her bout it later😈)

Now I'm sure we wondering how does this come into play

THEY THINK THE SONGS ARE ABOUT THEM

They'll all find a way to connect the songs to themselves. If songs says an eye color or hair color the characters with said color goes crazy about it.

Enchanted by Taylor Swift is one that comes to mind as a song that everyone relates to.

Rook/ jade would send clips of MC singing on the show and "THIS IS THE VOICE I HEARD"

I have so many sub-plots for twisted singer reader.

Also I'm really glad to like hearing things like this. I was really nervous to send the asks.

More to come along at one point or another ☺️☺️

i immediately thought of “ivory skin and eyes of emerald green” from jolene and rook just going:

shout out to @/a-twistedheartslonging because i WILL NOT stop using this cute little rook meme they made fldkaldkakwkdkxkakdkfhx

OH MY GOD READER IS SO NERVY AND SCARED AND THINKING SOOO MUCH ABOUT THIS SINGING COMPETITION AHHHHH

they’re physically reacting to thinking about it. they’re nervous tics come out (that happens to me, whenever i’m suppppper nervous i start chanting and get anxiety induced tics) and yuu and grim are getting worried because nothing has happened, so why are you so anxious?

OH MY GOD HAHSHSHAH IMAGINE THE WHOLE CONTEST IS FILLED WITH INTROVERTS HAHDHAHAHAH they all get to suffer at our expense

MUWHAHAHAHSHZHHAH AHHHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH😈😈😈

*clears throat* anyways 🙂

reader : *sings enchanted*

ALL of the guys she made eye contact with that week: …so you’re proposing?

OH MY GOD MAYBE ROOK AND JADE (for totally separate reasons) SEND IN A CLIP THEY TOOK OF Y/N SINGING AND SENDING IT TO THE SHOW BAHAHSHAHA

idk maybe there’s some super duper advanced magical technology (marvel’s equivalent of ‘quantum’) and y/n gets an invitation and they’re like????

I DIDNT EVEN DO ANYTHING YET

THE CELEBRITY ENDORSEMENT IS SOOO REAL-

ROOK BRINGING VIL TO THE FOREST WHOSE GRUMBLING ABOUT HOW HE HAS HOMEWORK AND HOW THIS’LL THROW HIS SCHEDULE OFF-

“non non! roi du poison you must come with me avec hâte!” (with haste)

and they’re crouched behind a rock for a few minutes and vil is annoyed because rook is doing rook things again and he does not have time for this. especially not today because he has to find someone to endorse for the music show he volunteered to judge.

only problem: EVERYONE SUCKS OR HAS AN UGLY PERSONALITY!! vil is disgusted by the cockiness and the greediness of these… influencers who paid their way to be on the show.

it puts a horrible taste in his mouth, especially with how shameless they are to try and win his favor. he’s not some cheap executive they can bribe to put their foot through the door, especially with their lack luster… abilities.

vil almost called it talent, but you had to be good to have that.

just as he’s about to voice his complaints and leave, rook’s grip on his shoulder stopped him from moving and the finger to his lips stopped him from breathing. vil was visibly shocked because rook never put hands on him, especially like this.

there was a snap of a twig up ahead. rook’s forest green eyes flicked to the horizon a few times, head too, urging him to look.

and he’s more than pleasantly surprised to see… you- well as much of yourself that you would allow the watchful eyes of the trees see. your ceremonial robe covering your short stature.

rook looked at vil expectingly, but vil was still confused, so what if a student was in the woods? unless it was his own this was a problem rook should bring up to the other house wardens. and it wasn’t illegal, nor against the school rules so-

then, you started singing.

he couldn’t recognize the song. but he could recognize the passion. yes you were untrained and flat in a few sections but that didn’t matter. you were good, pitchy but good.

song after song, sometimes repeating a few as you danced and bowed your heart away.

he wasn’t sure how much time passed but it was a considerable amount since the sun that once well over the trees now peeked through the canopy and was gazing longingly at the moon.

cursing, you looked around, bent down to collect the things you brought with you, and scurried away towards another entrance towards the forest.

vil was quick to react, to follow but rook stopped him. looking down at his vice house warden with an incredulous look, rook only shook his head softly. there was a reason you were alone in the woods and not in the various music clubs.

this was your little secret.

vil who WAITS for your submission so he can back you but you never submit… hm,

with a snap of his manicured fingers, rook is on it! maybe rook knows who you are, maybe he doesn’t, vil could really care less since the whole show is based off of anonymity.

(vil side eyes the influencers and other contestants who practically spell it out for the audience who they are so they can vote for them)

maybe to… put you on the right track vil has rook go to your little forest spot and place a flyer there, practically ENCOURAGING YOU TO SIGN. UP.

you think someone would get a hint right?

“huh, that’s weird… maybe i should change locations since someone else was here”

that’s it. rook’s sending in your video and you’re getting a flyer stapled to the tree saying you’re accepted. yes yes this is because of your fairy god mother’s NOW SING

vil also giving y/n some song recommendations he thinks that are good, up until he sees you gently pull out a FUCKING LOADED BOOK from your backpack filled with songs.

yes darling those are great but lol at all the nice songs he gave you! they’re in your range too!!

vil slowly finding out who you are because he heard you hum a song in the hallways that only the mysterious ‘forest nymph’ (what a ludicrous myth the students came up with) sang.

and yes he’s shocked that the ramshackle neet (ouch vil 😿) has golden pipes.

THE CHAT ROOM IS NOW INVITE ONLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HEARD THE ELUSIVE FOREST NYMPHS SONG!!! (i’ll cook smthn better i promise)

VIL THINKING WHAT TO SEND THEM TO HELP THEM IN A CUT THORAT BATTLE ROUND AND ROOK OFF HANDEDLY COMMENTING ‘if only there were an orchestra here to play along with their beautiful singing’

ERUKIA!!

*cue golden instruments*

but in hindsight sight:

we’re gonna give her so much anxiety she’s not gonna know what to do😈 sorry pookie!! there’s no safe space at night raven college☺️🫶

#so many thought & yet so little space 😔#just know that i’m right here- patiently waiting in the wings for your next ask so i can info dump some more ☺️#i don’t want this to get too long but #sorry for the long post babes🙈#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #tiyoin’s cuties 。　 ඞ 。#VIL THINKING OF WHAT TO

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novaricewrites · 4 months

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If Magic Chooses-

So we know the magic in Prythian ties the land, Courts, and the High Lords and can be vaguely sentient (as with the Cauldron).

It's unclear how it chooses the High Lords but the magic seems to be deliberate and adheres faithfully to whoever it chooses. Even Amarantha couldn't fully access it despite all that she did - she could only prevent the Lords from using it against her.

So imagine if this was explored.

E.g: The time when Feyre and the IC stole the Book of Breathings from the Summer Court as guests - literally committing a crime worthy of a magical death sentence. This then left the Summer Court open to Hybern's invasion, further enabled by what Feyre did in the Spring Court.

This didn't just harm the High Lords. It harmed the Courts in a major way. The very land and the people living in there were devastated by it. And it must have caused mass turmoil that even the magic sensed.

So imagine because of this intricate connection to the land, the people and the High Lords - it caused Feyre's bond to the Spring and Summer magic to become hard to control or even the magic rejecting her.

The kernels of magic are technically still the High Lords'. They're not Feyre's magic but were gifted like handing her a scale off their essence. And it would make sense if the magic reacted to the state of the High Lords (and deeper the courts themselves) if they experienced deep, visceral emotions & damage thanks to Feyre.

Magic being fickle about who wields it would sort of suit the capriciousness of Faeries. It would also require Feyre to use her wits and sense to navigate situations instead of resorting to the Feysand tactics of Lie, Steal and Justify.

It would give actual consequences and gravity to her actions, and add depth to why her being a Made Fae is a big deal. She is now attached via these kernels of magic to the land in a way that she can't run from. Just as High Lords (even those reluctant like Tamlin are).

Just the plot potential and character development. And the internal conflict over actions that we never got.

#acotar #acotar analysis #sjm critical #anti sjm #anti feyre archeron #but not really cause I wanted to like her in the beginning #anti rhysand #he still and always sucked though #anti inner circle #anti ic #anti amren #we were robbed #a court of thorns and roses #feyre critical #pro tarquin #summer court #spring court #pro spring court #tamlin

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muzyoshi · 1 year

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Miles Edgeworth's Secret

This post is purely for documentation purposes, and also to inform anyone who may not be aware. This post will contain SPOILERS for the end of Phoenix Wright: Trials & Tribulations, so proceed with caution.

During Case 5, Bridge to the Turnabout, while playing as Edgeworth, you are presented the opportunity to peer into Iris' heart. Specifically in regards to a secret she is withholding from Phoenix, someone she was romantically involved with. During which, if the player fails to present the correct evidence specifically for the second Psyche-Lock, an interesting conversation concerning the nature of secrets occurs.

I have seen talk of this dialogue, but no footage or screenshots, so I took the liberty of getting them myself. The full conversation and my further thoughts will be found under the cut.

You MUST present incorrect evidence during the second Psyche-Lock. This dialogue is laughably easy to miss, which is why I could find zero footage of it. (Sorry if the formatting for this sucks)

(Interesting to note: the music stops playing here.)

Incidentally, Iris' secret is that she developed romantic feelings for Phoenix while dating him in college (disguised as her twin sister). Edgeworth affirms her thoughts, confirming that he does indeed have a secret of similar nature deep within his heart and soul; "It takes one to know one." It cannot be said what exactly this secret of his is, but every real plot point behind Edgeworth has been more or less resolved by this point in the series. He found his path as a prosecutor, the truth behind his involvement in the DL-6 incident was concluded, so... What's left? Reading between the lines, this only really seems to lead us to one answer. It has something to do with romantic feelings. I truly can't see it being anything else, even with a critical mind.

Just mere moments ago, Iris had inquired as to what Edgeworth and Phoenix' relationship was. Edgeworth (famously) responds that Wright is a "dear and indispensable friend". Wonder if Iris gleamed something deeper from that comment, then? ;P Keep in mind: she makes these comments directly because Edgeworth avoided presenting Phoenix Wright's profile.

"he just like me fr" - iris probably

Now, just for completion's sake, let's see what happens when you present Phoenix's profile and break the Psyche-Lock.

I have a lot of thoughts regarding this string of text from the two of them. This is a huge reach from an admittedly shipper-crazed brain, but aren't Edgeworth's retorts here... interesting? He does not know this girl, but he knows that the two of them are important to one another. We can assume it's likely that he is pushing for this for Wright's sake, rather than Iris'. At this point it's fair to say that Edgeworth has some basic understanding of her secret (the feelings, at least), and he doesn't benefit from her telling Phoenix her secret. So why is he adamant that she does it? Especially when he's, apparently, holding a secret of similar nature himself? Projecting, perhaps?

"But it's pointless..." "Why would you say that?"

Why indeed.

(EDIT) I was thinking about this feverishly, and I had another thought. What if the "darkness in his heart" and his "secret" has something to do with jealousy? Still in context of romantic feelings... it starts to make sense that this could fit into the puzzle as well. By this point it was already established to Edgeworth that Phoenix and Iris share an intimate connection of some kind, and with all of this pressuring (including the words the two of them share before Edgeworth leaves the Detention Centre), it sort of adds up. "Uncovering the truth" in order to "get rid of the deep-seated darkness in [his] heart" - could this refer to closure? As in, if Iris comes forth to Phoenix Wright with her secret, and there is some level of reciprocation, would this make Edgeworth's own secret/feelings "pointless" to confess? I wonder.

One last note I'd like to make is that this is the first time we view Edgeworth through the 'protagonist lens', and that a great deal of care was put into having the player truly feel like they are Miles Edgeworth in this moment. His mannerisms, choice of words and thought patterns are decidedly very different than Phoenix's when you are in control of them, as I'm sure most people would agree. Therefore, I feel comfortable proposing that a lot of what he says here isn't filler, and in fact is very deliberately worded.

I think this post also deserves a spot here.

Diehard Narumitsu/Wrightworth shippers are likely already aware of this conversation's existence. However, due to the circumstances necessary to see it, I wasn't able to find any screenshots. I hope this was interesting to read, at least... Thanks for reading!

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #aa3 #aa trials and tribulations #bridge to the turnabout #narumitsu #wrightworth #I wanted to write more but I would have gone on a tangent #there's just Too Much Evidence #I'm interested to hear other peoples' thoughts on this #I try not to let the shipper lens obscure the truth too much #but how can you even argue this one...

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I wanted to share my thoughts about the first three episodes of Bad Batch season 3 immediately after watching them, but I was too emotional about everything I saw that I needed some time to calm down a bit.

It's beyond my expectations, just perfect! From the plot, to the characters, through the beautiful graphics and wonderful music, everything was epic. This season will definitely be much more mature and dark than the others. I love Bad Batch with all my heart and words cannot describe how important these characters are to me. I don't think I will focus on each episode separately, but I will show my general feelings and thoughts.

Something that touched my heart deeply was how Omega becomes so much like Hunter. Her facial expressions, her eyes, tactical skills and that characteristic whistle! I immediately thought of Hunter. She became so mature, strong, decisive and calm in stressful situations. It's clear that she's no longer the same little child we met on Kamino in the first season. She has changed so much... Even Crosshair seems to see this, as he let her lead during his escape from Mount Tantiss. He was her support, did not question her ideas and did not hesitate to follow orders. I love watching their bond become stronger. Every day Omega came to his cell, talked about her day... and he listened... he had no choice because he couldn't just go, but I think they both needed each other's presence. They knew they were not alone and encouraged each other, in some way.

It is clear that Omega still misses the rest of her brothers and strongly believes that she will be able to return to them again, together with Crosshair. She can't imagine leaving him, it's out of the question. No matter how hard Crosshair tries to make her believe that he is not worth saving, she will still be on his side. I think Crosshair realized through her that his brothers never really wanted to leave him and were willing to take him back at any time if he just wanted...

Even though Omega has become more mature, she is still a child. Being locked in a cell, the routine and monotony of life must be very exhausting for her, because she is by nature a lively, active and curious sweet girl. She spent most of her life locked up and the only good memories she had were of freedom and her brothers, even though it wasn't for a long time. She even made herself a doll like Lula, who stayed on the Marauder with Hunter and Wrecker. This parallel symbolizes their connection, despite the enormous distance that separated them. And Batcher... Omega doesn't want to forget, she wants to remember her brothers, the love she had for them and received from them, all those good memories together... Ouch...

Somewhere in another part of the Galaxy, two brothers are desperately looking for their little sister. Their worn armor shows that they have fought hard during this time. Hunter also has different bandana... I've seen a theory that it's similar to the band Omega wore on his wrist in season two. This way, maybe Hunter wanted to always have her close to him, at least a part of her, I wonder if he can smell her scent... Oh Force, I'm gonna cry...

The sight of Hunter having difficulty working with Tech's Datapad, how desperate he is to do everything he can to find Omega, how exhausted he seems... Maybe it's just me, but he looks thinner and has paler skin than before. This breaks my heart. I'm sure he was thinking about Tech who could do the job in a second. The sight of his goggles resting alone, the empty space he once occupied... Marauder never looked so lonely... Let me tell you, I shed a tear.

I really liked how Wrecker was the voice of reason in his conversation with Hunter. It's beautiful how one look, a nod of the head, or a hand on the shoulder can bring Hunter down. They support each other and it is clear that after everything they have lost, they have become even closer. They need each other to keep from going crazy.

Even though they are the only two left, Wrecker still considers Hunter to be the leader and waits for his orders even though he knows he doesn't have to. He remains loyal. When he was talking to the little cadets on the Marauder, I was so happy when I heard his laughter. Honest, loud and heartwarming. I think he's needed this for a long time. He definitely misses the company of a child on board, he loves children so much...

I also love that little scene where Hunter is working and looks at Lula out of the corner of his eye, thinking about Omega. He can't live without her... I feel like if they were separated again, he wouldn't be able todeal with it and would just explode, showing all the anger and despair he was holding, possibly doing something stupid in the process... He loves his little Omega too much that he can't imagine life without her. He is ready to drop everything just to be able to hold her close to him, to keep her safe. I'm so scared for him.

On the one hand, I was surprised that Echo didn't stay with the boys to look for Omega, but I expected him to join Rex. They may also be searching, but I think their main goal is to free prisoners and gather as many allies as possible to create the Clone Rebellion.

I could talk for hours and still not express all my thoughts and emotions that these episodes made me feel. I can't wait for next Wednesday.

#the bad batch #star wars #clones #never stop loving clones #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season three spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb tech #personal thoughts

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 1 year

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Burning for you

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 7k

Summary: Well... I’m not gonna lie, this is just pure smut with no plot at all, but I can promise you a lot of passion and tender moments.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, fingering, magic use, magical restraints, finger sucking, strap on sex, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader Masterlist with all my works.

Opening the door of your house, the first thing you were met with was the soft glow of dozens of candles. They were scattered around the living room, the air permeated by the smell of wax and different blended scents. Their soft orange flames seemed to heat up the room, their light reflected by the different objects, turning the space both mysterious and inviting. Soft music played in the background, almost drowned out by the sound of heels clicking against the pristine hardwood floors of your home. Wanda! She sensed you were home and she was coming down the stairs slowly. The first thing you saw was her figure, no more than a shadow in the dimly lit space she was occupying. For a moment you thought it was distorted, two pointed horns easily defined even in the near-darkness, before you realized it must have been her crown. When she stepped into view, the outline of her curves becoming solid milky flesh, you couldn’t help but gasp. She was breath-taking. She did indeed wear her crown… And not much else. Her red lingerie set left very little to the imagination and her red, high heeled shoes made her look even taller and more domineering. But what really left you speechless was the way her eyes flickered from green to red the instant she saw you. She was a blend between a goddess and a sex demon and your mouth ran dry just at the thought of what she’ll do to you tonight. “Welcome home, my love.” She spoke evenly, her fondness for you laced with every syllable that left her lips. You wanted to think of something to say, anything really, not to embarrass yourself, but nothing actually came to mind. All you could do was stare. Your eyes drinking her in and salivating at the thought of touching her, of getting to kiss her, of being allowed in her divine presence. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, darling.” She purred, reading your thoughts like an open book. Now that brought you back to your senses and you managed a small smile. “Isn’t it exactly what you wanted?” You counter, your mouth dry and your clothes somehow uncomfortably tight. She grins at that, taking a few steps closer and fully into the light of the candles, so she can give you a good look at her body. And despite knowing every curve and valley, every taste, despite being able to map her from memory alone, you still stare at her transfixed. She’s glowing. You’ve never known someone more beautiful or more perfect for you. “You’re gorgeous.” You manage to add, licking your lips, causing a genuine smile to grace her red ones. “All for you.” She says, as if it’s nothing, her voice like honey and her hips swaying sensually as she steps even closer. She reaches your spot, grabbing the collar of your blazer and actually pulling you into the room, guiding you, while her red eyes hold your gaze. “Take a seat.” She pushes you backwards and you get startled, before you feel yourself land on a chair and she straddles you immediately, her hips on either side of yours, trapping you beneath her, where you belong. Wanda leans in, her hands in your hair and her lips connecting with yours in a fiery kiss. She takes full control of it, claiming your mouth without much effort. She steals your breath away, devouring you, her tongue entering your mouth and just when you think you can’t take anymore, she deepens it. When she finally pulls away, you’re almost gasping. Your brain is struggling to keep up as you look at her with pure admiration and want and she can’t help but kiss you again. This time she’s softer, far more sensual as she does it, pouring all her love into her actions, her hips involuntarily grinding against you in search of much needed friction. She’s been thinking of you all day, ever since she watched you walk out of your shared house in a tight black pencil skirt and a deep red shirt, that you knew she loved seeing on you, complete with a black blazer. You looked so delicious, she almost didn’t let you leave. She certainly didn’t want to. She would have preferred for you to stay with her, let her undress you and ravage you, the way she wanted. But you had meetings all day, so she was left with nothing but her thoughts and way too many hours to think of what she’ll do to you, once you’re back. Which was in a way fortuitous for her, because she could set up all this. And now, she finally had you in her grasp. She lingers in her spot, her body firmly pressed against yours, feeling a fleeting moment of relief that is both electrifying and not enough. And it isn’t. She needs so much more. Fortunately for her, you’re right where she wants you. Abruptly and too soon for your liking, Wanda pulls away. And before you can protest her absence or chase after her, her magic wraps around you instead. Tendrils of red magic spin around your ancles and wrists and ties them to the chair, trapping you in place. More of it weaves itself around your waist and Wanda gives you a wicked smile. “So you wouldn’t try to take any pleasure that’s mine to give.” She explains, before you even have a chance to ask. “And that…” She makes a show of her fingers moving slowly as more magic erupts from her and wraps itself around your thighs and spreads them apart, making your skirt ride up just enough to reveal your panties. “That’s simply for me.” She whispers, like she’s telling you a secret and she stops to admire her work. You’re overdressed for her liking. But that was always true. She loved your style, loved the elegance that your wardrobe choices always revealed, but for the past two years since she’s known you, she liked you best with absolutely nothing on. Tonight was no exception and she could have easily fixed that, but a part of her wanted to play the long game. Wanted to watch the wetness seep through your panties before she even considered undressing you. “You’re such a pretty girl, darling.” She mused, her hand coming up to caress your cheek gently. “All tied up.” She remarked. “So vulnerable.” She added as she admired you. “It would be so easy for someone to take advantage of you. To do twisted, perverted, depraved things to you…” She added, her voice low and growing deeper, until it vibrated with emotion. “Someone like me.” Her voice trembled as she spoke through her teeth and she captured your chin, making you look into her red eyes as she took you in. “Are you going to?” You asked, not a trace of fear or intimidation in your voice. “Do those things to me?” You clarified. Wanda took a moment to let the question sink in, to think it through as another, more confident smile graced her features and she finally spoke. “I will.” She answered simply, letting go of you. “But not before I have some fun with you.” She added. She flicked her wrist, more of her magic curling around her fingers, and the graceful beauty of it had you so mesmerised that at first you didn’t realize what she did, until the slow beat swelled and the house was filled with the sound. The song was slow, the beat a thumping undertone that accentuated the saxophone and it’s captivating melody. The scene was almost unreal. The music, working with the low light of the candles and the heavy smell of smoke, perfume and wax. Combined with the unique feeling of Wanda’s magic, it was a new high that you could easily get hooked on, if you weren’t already addicted to the woman herself. She was attacking all your senses, overloading them one by one, but the sight of her was what really captivated you. “God, I love this sound.” She murmured, listening closely to the music as it enveloped you both. Her hips started to sway delicately to the beat and you couldn’t help but follow her movements with your eyes as she moved from side to side, her hands tracing her body, as if even she couldn’t resist touching herself like this. She stepped between your open legs, still dancing slowly to the rhythm and she smiled, when you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. She was turning this into a show, turning around between your open legs and giving you the perfect view of her ass, as she moved, even letting it rub against your crotch and moaning at the contact. She’d drop to her knees, her hands running up your thighs as she inhaled you, nuzzling her face in your panties and making you gasp from the smallest touch. She’d straddle one of your legs and grind against you, making sure you feel her wet panties, as the most sinful sounds came from her parted lips. Her full breasts were on perfect display as she rode you, making them bounce gently just millimetres away from your face. Watching her was the sweetest torture you’ve ever known, but all your pleas for her to let you go fell on deaf ears as she moved more confidently, unclasping her bra and letting it drop at your feet, while you watched her touch her own breasts, her pink nipples erect. “Wanda…” You gasped, feeling arousal and desire surge through your body. “Oh, my poor, sweet girl.” Wanda pouted, climbing into your lap and offering you a chance to take one of her nipples in your mouth, while she rocked on top of you. Unable to resist her and feeling desperate for anything she’d be willing to give you, you waste no time in sucking on her nipple, your tongue swirling around it and making her moan, as her clit ground down against you. She let you do the same to the other as well, turning her on even more. You let go of her with a pop, your mouth open and your lips glistening with saliva under the light of the candles and you’re ready to beg her to let you go, let you touch her, let you make her feel good, but she’s faster. Two of her fingers settle in your mouth, applying gentle pressure to your tongue, until you encase them in your warm mouth and suck, taking them up to the knuckles, so the tips touch that soft spot on the back of your throat. “Such a good girl.” She praises, her red eyes soft and lust-filled. She plays with you for a bit, moving in and out of your mouth suggestively and your pussy throbs from her touch. Your panties are already soaked, your blood boiling inside your veins. You’re burning up from the inside. It’s unbearable. Yet all you want to do is please her. Drop to your knees and worship her the way she deserves. Show her your devotion, your love, your admiration, your unending passion for everything that she is. Wanda pulls out her fingers slowly and you miss the taste of her on your tongue, miss her filling your mouth, but she doesn’t let you think about it too much, kissing you deeply and making you lose your grasp on reality. She moans against you, pressing her forehead to yours. You’re so lost in her you almost don’t register the movement between your bodies and your eyes dart down, to see her hand in her panties and her fingers buried deep inside her. God, she’s beautiful. You can’t help but admire her as her back straightens and she rides her fingers with more determination. Oh, how you wish this was you. That it was your fingers she’s riding, your hands bringing her so much pleasure, your thrusts bringing her over the edge and into extasy. You long to be able to show her how much you crave her, how badly you’ve been wanting her, how much you’ve thought about her… “Wanda… Please, let me.” Your plea is almost a whisper, your whole body straining against her magic, even though you know you can’t win. She ignores you, giving you a stern look as a warning, while her fingers continue to work her up and you know she’s enjoying it even more, knowing how desperate you are. “You’ll get your turn, honey.” She promises sweetly, kissing you for a brief moment. “Just be patient.” “Let me make you feel good, please.” You try again, kissing her shoulder and collarbone, as if the small action will convince her. To your utter horror it does the opposite and she removes herself from you entirely, her hand slipping out of her panties, as she stares at you coldly. “Open up.” She instructs, disapproval dripping from every syllable and you scurry to do as you’re told, hoping to avoid her wrath. Wanda smirks at your obedience and she puts her fingers back in your mouth, making you clean them of her essence, leaving you hungry to taste her from the source and drink her in entirely. “Do I taste good, baby?” She asks, as you moan around her digits. You only manage a small nod, reluctant to let her go, until you’re sure that you’ve captured every drop of her on your tongue. “I wanted to give you so much more…” She says with a sad sigh. “But you just had to be greedy. And now I have no choice.” She adds as her voice grows edgy. She keeps her eyes on you as she takes off her red panties. She inspects them briefly, a prominent wet spot obvious even from where you’re sitting and she smiles. “I think this will be a fitting punishment.” She muses, capturing your jaw and prying your mouth open with her thumb. You don’t even resist her as she keeps you like this. “Look at you… You’d do anything, wouldn’t you?” She whispers, leaning closer to you. So close you think she’ll kiss you. What you feel however is the damp fabric of her panties making its way past your lips and into your mouth. She stuffs them in, making sure you won’t be able to speak and she smiles when you try your best to swallow down your arousal. “Now, where was I?” She pretends to think, circling you like a predator, before she straddles you again, resuming her original position on your lap and she makes a show of circling her fingers around her clit for a few seconds, before she sinks them inside her. “Oh, baby!” She gasps and a pornographic moan escaping her lips while she touches herself shamelessly. “Oh, you make me feel so good!” She whimpers, biting her lip, knowing the effect it will have on you. Knowing how much you wished it really was you, who made her feel this way. Your skin grows even hotter as you watch her, your eyes fixed on the spot between her legs, where she’s relentlessly fucking herself. The obscene, wet noises that she makes are like music to your ears, making your own pussy twitch with need and you desperately try to squeeze your legs together, to bring yourself some much-needed relief, but her magic is stronger. You’re at her mercy. And Wanda Maximoff is many things, but merciful just isn’t one of them. “Yes, right there!” She almost mewls, her eyes closed shut. You can only make indiscernible noises behind her makeshift gag, helpless to stop her from taking whatever she wants. Helpless to do much more than just watch. Your eyes follow her as her free hand leaves its spot on your shoulder and starts to roll her nipple between her fingers, bringing her even closer to her orgasm. And she’s close. You know the signs so well by now. Her erratic movements growing sloppier and more desperate, her rhythm long forgotten, her breathing ragged as she bites her lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum!” She moans, opening her eyes to meet yours. She taunts you with her words, loving the way you reacted to them, the way you whimpered from pure want, from needing to be the one making her cum and knowing she won’t let you. She likes to make a mess of you. Likes to ruin you, to break you apart, so she can put you back together, even more hers than before. And you’d be a filthy liar if you said you didn’t love it. Even now you’re burning for her, body and soul equally ablaze, before she’s even touched you. You stare up at her, not wanting to miss a single second of the moment when she falls apart and she doesn’t disappoint. “Yes! Baby…” The words come out as strangled cries and she starts to shake on top of you, her orgasm washing over her. She rides it out, rocking on top of you with a series of moans and unrecognizable words. She flaunts every delicious pulse of pleasure, her head thrown back, her hails digging into your shoulder and her back arched, while her hand works relentlessly between her legs, taking everything she could, until she’s too sensitive to go on. For a moment she just relaxes against you, taking deep breaths and inhaling your scent, curling up around you as much as she could, your body both comforting and grounding her to reality. “Look at what you do to me.” She manages weakly, once she’s recovered enough to speak. She lifts her fingers up to your eyes, removing them from her pussy, so you could see the juices covering them. She brings them close to your face, right under your nose, so you can smell her, before she pulls them away and puts them in her own mouth, letting out an exaggerated moan as she licks them clean. “I would have given them to you, but… Your mouth is already full.” She smirks, giving her fingers a final lick and getting off your lap on shaky legs. She takes you in for a moment, pleased with your heaving chest, your pupils blown wide, your parted lips, your shirt with one too many buttons left unbuttoned, because you know how much it gets to her, your parted thighs and the wet spot on your panties… All beautiful. All hers and meant to be ravished. And God, you want it. Badly. “Let’s go upstairs.” She says and as she flicks her wrist, you think she’ll let you go. Wanda however has other plans. For more interesting ones and her magic encases you both, until you find yourselves in your shared bedroom. But it looks nothing like what you saw when you left this morning. All the furniture was gone, just a circle of candles. Wanda had placed more on the windowsills, scattered more across the floor, with your huge bed in the centre of the room. It looked like an altar, covered in red, satin sheets, built to worship and Wanda swiftly used her magic to bind you to it, wrists tied to the headboard and legs spread apart and held open by invisible ties. Before you even have a chance to understand what’s happening, your clothes disappear, leaving you in nothing, but your ruined panties and Wanda finds her place above you. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” She asks smugly, knowing you approve, reading your thoughts effortlessly for the words that you can’t speak, because she refused to pull out her panties from your mouth. “Made to worship.” Wanda muses at your thoughts, smiling. “You’re right.” She agrees. “But it’s not for me, lovely girl. It’s for you.” She explains, as she starts to run her hands over your body, slow and reverent and so full of love. “I worship you.” She says as she leans down, nuzzling her face in your neck and inhaling deeply. “Your scent. It drives me crazy.” She whispers against your ear, before she takes the lobe in her mouth, pulling out a moan from you. She kisses your neck gently, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin, waiting for that moment when you’re so sensitive, before she bites your sweet spot and you gasp. “Your taste is divine.” She murmurs, millimetres away from your lips, licking them teasingly, before she moves lower to capture your nipples in her mouth. She takes her time to tease them, taking one after the other, sucking on them and swirling her tongue over them. She massages your breasts, careful fingers kneading the flesh. They’re so sensitive, so responsive to her, that she doesn’t even want to let them go, content to play with them, if it wasn’t for your needy moans, signalling you need her elsewhere. Wanda moves lower, between your parted thighs and she inhales you deeply. She rubs her thumb over the wet patch on your panties, noticing it has grown bigger and she leans down, keeping eye contact with you, while she places a soft, open-mouthed kiss on your covered clit, feeling it twitch under her lips. “Right here, baby?” She asks, pulling your panties to the side, so she can get a good look at your pussy. Your folds are glistening, your hole leaking juices, craving to be filled up to the brim. You feel so empty without her, always so needy to be fucked, so eager to let her do whatever she wants with you, because you know that no matter how much she teases you, how many times she edges you, how long she drags out her foreplay, she always makes you feel so good in the end. She always takes care of you, always makes you feel so loved and wanted and you know today won’t be an exception. “I wish you could see how wet you are for me, honey.” She mutters, straightening a bit, so she could see you better. “But you don’t need to see, do you? You just need to feel me.” She decides, a wicked grin forming on her otherwise angelic face and she calls forth more of her magic. It moves around her fingers, as if waiting to be unleashed and when she finally does, darkness quickly replaces your sight. She makes sure that you can feel the blindfold against the skin of your face, before she takes her original place between your legs. She runs a single finger on your outer lips, tracing them gently, watching your body react to the smallest stimulation. “Do you think you’re more sensitive, because I robbed you of your senses?” She asks, as if you could actually answer her, but you try to keep your snarky thoughts at bay, knowing she’s listening. And you don’t want to get on her bad side, when you’re so close to getting what you wanted. “Let’s find out.” Wanda suggest, dipping a finger in your wetness, before she starts to move it up and down your clit. Her movements are slow and teasing, but it feels so good to be touched, that you don’t care that it’s nowhere near enough. You try to raise your hips to meet her movements, needing more pressure, needing her to move faster, but feeling her retract instead. “Nuh – Ugh. Stay still.” She instructs. “Unless you want me to stop?” You can hear her smile, despite her stern tone and you know she’s having fun torturing you this way, so you shake your head, noises of displeasure coming from your throat at the thought of being left untouched. “Good girl.” Wanda sooths, her hands running up and down your thighs, trying to relax you. She gets back to teasing your pussy immediately, her finger once again stroking your clit, but this time it’s not enough for her either and she quickly finds your entrance, coating her finger in your juices, before she dips inside. You’re so tight and warm around her, walls pulsating with need even from this and she has to fight the urge to fuck you hard and fast like she wants. It’s too soon for that. But she knows she’ll get her chance, she just needs to be patient a little longer. You fight every instinct in your body that tells you to grind against her hand, knowing she’ll just take it away and you moan desperately, when she rewards you, adding a second one and stretching you deliciously. You pull against the restraints, your head thrown back and your back arched, feeling your orgasm starting to build, despite her slow movements. Her fingers curl and hit that magical spot inside you and just when you think it can’t get any better, she adds her tongue. It swirls over your clit, before she sucks it in, enveloping it in her warm mouth and circling her tongue over it again and again and you feel in heaven. Your moans grow louder, more unrestrained as you get closer and you reach the edge with a deep groan. And just when you think you’re about to have the best orgasm of your life, Wanda pulls away. Removing her mouth first, pulling out her fingers too, so she can watch your pussy clench around nothing, edging you perfectly and making you whine in frustration. “Soon, baby.” She promises sweetly and you feel her move away, climbing up your body, until you can feel her breath on your flushed face, watching you intently in your hopeless state. She removes the panties she left in your mouth, letting you swallow a few times and stroking your heated cheeks, before she kisses you deeply. “God, you’re so beautiful.” She rasps. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So sexy, when you’re all tied up for me. I can’t resist you, honey, I can’t.” She pours out her feelings. “Then don’t. I’m all yours.” “Yeah? You want me to show you what I really want to do to you?” Wanda asks, as if she’s waiting for your permission. “Please. I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.” Wanda only smiles, taking a moment to place a gentle kiss against your chapped lips, before you feel her move above you. She places herself on either side of your face and she leans forward, until she faces your drenched pussy. She uses one hand to keep your panties to the side, and the other to keep herself upright, getting you prepped for the moment when she lowers herself and swipes her tongue over your clit, making you moan openly. “Let’s put your mouth to good use.” She suggest, giving you enough time to lick your lips, before you feel her pussy on your mouth and you stick out your tongue to meet her. She sighs against you the moment you touch her, your mouth providing the kind of relief her fingers no longer could, not since your first night together and she settles even more comfortably, so she can give you the same kind of overwhelming pleasure she felt. And she was going to come embarrassingly fast. Despite taking care of herself, she was desperate for you, hungry for the kind of pleasure that only you could offer. She knew you’d be close too. She had built you up already and the steady rhythm of her tongue was simply meant to keep you there long enough for the two of you to come together. And you wanted that so badly. You were putting all your efforts, all your concentration into making her feel good, showing her how much you want her, how much you love the taste of her, how happy you are to be hers and how much you wanted to share this with her. Addicted to her taste, you explore her shamelessly, your tongue leaving her clit, so you can dip inside her, pushing in as far as you can and pulling a muffled moan from her. Wanda obliges you eagerly, lowering herself even more and grinding against your tongue, letting you tease her entrance, until she can’t stand the teasing anymore. “Fuck! No more teasing, sweetheart, make me cum.” She demands, readjusting herself and practically pushing her pussy back on your mouth, feeling you sucking in her clit and swirling your tongue over it just the way she likes. “That’s right! Such a good girl. Make me cum.” She praises softly and returns back to pleasing you. The intense moment quickly grew to euphoria, each one of you determined to make the other cum soon overwhelmed you both and you felt the signs of her orgasm approaching, knowing you were right on the edge too and with a few final strokes you both fell apart. You loved getting to cum with her, loved the moment when her legs would start shaking and you’d hear her moan against your pussy, doing everything she can to control the bucking of her hips when her orgasm took over and pushed aside any other feeling, other than pure bliss. You loved knowing that in this moment you were one, that a tidal wave of pleasure was passing through you as well, equally powerful. And it was. It took everything in you to keep going, to help her ride out her high the way she did for you and when you were finally done, you both lay there, a tangled mess, panting. Wanda seemed to recover first and she carefully got off of you, coming up to check on you briefly and to kiss your lips, your tastes mixing together, until they were one. “You were so good for me.” She breathed, smoothing your hair and admiring you as you panted. “And now it’s time for the real fun to begin.” “This wasn’t fun?” She asked, laughing a little, still taking deep breaths. “That was just the warm up.” She smiled, her voice threateningly low, yet full of amusement. “But since you’ve been so good…” She paused for dramatic effect, making her way down your body quickly and positioning herself on her knees between your open legs. “You get to see what comes next.” She used her magic to remove the blindfold from your face and making your underwear finally disappear, letting your eyes adjust to the low light in the room, before red tendrils started to seep from her fingertips, flowing in the air, circling around her waist until a strap on appeared. The dildo attached to it was obviously big and quite thick, its heft visible even from your spot, though you knew you’ve taken it before and you gulped at the sight of her. “Do you want it, baby?” She asked, letting the tip rub against your folds, getting it wet with your juices. Despite feeling sensitive, you could only nod in response, mesmerised by her. With a strap on and a crown, the woman looked even more intimidatingly hot and intensely domineering, her red hair flowing in perfect waves around her face. You can’t deny her anything. “I asked you a question.” She reminded with an edge to her tone, leaning over you, supporting herself on her hands and sucking one of your nipples into her mouth roughly and letting it out with a pop. She had been waiting all night for this moment, in fact, she had been waiting all day and now, when she was so close, she had no patience left. “I expect an answer, dear. Don’t make me get rough.” She threatened. “I want it.” You whimpered, both from the rough treatment on your breasts and the danger in her eyes, which flashed red, so she could emphasise her point. Satisfied with your answer, she pulled away, lining her cock with your entrance and pushing in, until she saw the head disappear inside you. She watched your face for any sign of discomfort, but saw none, only eagerness graced your features and she continued, filling you up slowly, inch by inch, until she bottomed out. “So full of you.” You moaned, pulling against her restraints. “Please, don’t ever pull out.” You add, before she has time to question herself and she smirks. “That’s my girl.” She praises, starting to slowly move inside you. She builds up her rhythm gently, wanting this to feel good, wanting you to love every second of what she does to you. She wants you to remember this, to remember the feeling of being ravaged and ruined, to remember the sweet release of being hers, of belonging so completely and knowing you will always be this way. Your eyes never leave her. You love to watch the way she moves, the way she drives her cock in and out of you with practiced precision, the way her breasts bounce each time, the way her strong hands hold on to your thighs. You love the look in her eyes as well. She stares between your legs hungrily, watching how your pussy stretches to take her, the toy disappearing inside you and coming back out, your juices covering her length and making a mess, just the way she likes. Fuck, she really can’t resist that. With a growl and an animalistic fervour, she crawls on top of you, securing your legs around her waist and she starts to thrust faster, harder, more determined and you can’t do anything but moan, your back arching off the mattress and your head thrown back for a brief moment, before she pushes you down, securing you more firmly against her, until you can’t move at all, left entirely to her will. She doesn’t let you do anything but take it, each thrust hitting that spot inside you, making you cry out in pure bliss. “That’s right, take it.” She growls against your neck, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck. She kisses it sloppily, sometimes leaving soft licks just below your ear, pulling out more desperate whimpers from you, but it’s not enough. She wants you to show her how good she’s making you feel, wants to hear every small sound, wants to make you scream. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” She promises, her soft lips against your ear as she holds you. Her breath tickles your skin, you can feel her face just millimetres away from your exposed neck and she zeroes in on the spot she knows you love, before she leans down, biting it. She does it softly, again and again, building the pressure, each fresh bite more pleasurable than the last and this time you give her what she wants, your voice getting horse from all the screams and moans she’s pulling out of you. “Wanda!” You gasp, breathless and she loves the sound of her name, when you’re screaming it in so much pleasure. She detaches herself from your neck, rising up and supporting herself on the headboard, so she can fuck you even harder and reach even deeper inside you with each thrust. “Wanda, I’m so close.” You moan desperately and she smiles proudly down at you. “Say my name, baby.” She encourages, making broad strokes each time and knowing you’re about to explode. “I’ll make you cum screaming my name.” And you do. You chant her name with each thrust she makes, getting impossibly closer. Your whole body is on fire, your thoughts completely scattered. You only know her, your Wanda, who delivers a particularly hard thrust, making you scream out her name as you start to fall apart. The second orgasm is even more powerful than the first. It’s a full body experience that starts at your core and spreads over you, pushing out any other feeling, your body spasming under her as you moan. Over and over, you feel the aftershocks, powerful and unrelenting, until you finally slump against the mattress, completely spent. When she doesn’t stop, you whine softly, feeling spent and she looks down at you with a mixture of sympathy and lust. For a moment you think she might take pity on you, her features softening a little. She lets the magical restraints dissolve, freeing your limbs and she leans down to take you in her arms. She even pulls out for a moment, getting you to your knees. It’s mostly her that’s supporting you, since you feel boneless and she turns you over, getting your back flush against her front, her left arm firmly wrapped around you. “You’re such a good girl.” She whispers in your ear, moving strands of your hair away from your face and kissing your shoulder gently. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” She asks, turning your head a little, so she can watch you. “Yes. I’m yours. Your good girl.” You pant, your arm resting on top of hers as you let your head fall back against her shoulder. “Yes, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.” She whispers, using her free hand to guide her cock back against your entrance and you try to squirm away, but she holds you tightly. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.” She continues, her voice soft. “I’ll make you feel so good.” She promises, peppering gentle kisses across your skin. You whimper when she enters you again, her cock sliding in easily and filling you up entirely. She adds her fingers too, not even moving her hips, just stroking your clit in slow circles, so you can adjust, whispering soothing praises in your ear, until the overstimulation fades and turns to pleasure again. She moves tentatively at first, careful not to overwhelm you, wanting to give you only pleasure as she continues to work your body. The fire inside you only grows, hotter and far brighter than all the candles that surround you, rooted deep inside you and she feeds it, until it consumes you entirely and you start to press yourself against her in search of relief. “There we go.” She smiles triumphantly, correcting her stance, so she would be more stable, before she really starts to thrust. “There’s my insatiable girl.” She says proudly, kissing the side of your face affectionately. “Doesn’t it feel good, baby girl?” “Yes, so good. So good! I want more, please.” You practically beg and she smirks at you. “More, huh?” She muses, watching you for a moment with deep adoration. “Please.” Is all you manage to say, but it’s enough for her and she brings her free hand to your face. “You know I can’t deny you anything, darling.” She smiles. “Now open up for me.” She demands and you hurry to open your mouth, taking in her fingers hungrily and moaning around them. “You like that, huh?” She asks, not really expecting an answer. Especially not, when she picks up her speed. “You like it when I fill up your pretty pussy and your mouth, don’t you? I bet you’d love it if I stuffed your cute little ass as well. You’d like to feel me in all your holes, won’t you?” She demands, her thrusts growing harder. But really, it’s her words that have you moaning even louder for her. She’s always so filthy, so ready to use you in every possible way. You’re sure she’s thinking about doing it, right as she fucks you. She’s thinking how, where and when and what toys she’s going to use, all coming together in her head as she makes a mess of you without even breaking a sweat. “You know me so well.” She growls in your ear, obviously listening to your thoughts and enjoying what she found there. “I’ll make it a treat for you, honey. A night you won’t ever forget.’’ “Every night with you is unforgettable.” You think, since she refuses to remove her fingers from your mouth, but you know she’s listening. “Hmmm…” She pretends to think for a moment. “If you can still think such pretty thoughts, I must not be fucking you well enough.” She determines and she pulls out her fingers, before you can protest. “Let’s fix that.” She slides her hand down, spreading your pussy lips and finding your clit, starting to rub tight circles around it in a way that has you seeing stars and she starts to fuck you harder, determined to make you cum. And with the way you’re moaning, she knows it won’t take long. You hold on to the arm she has around your waist, your nails digging into her skin, signalling you’re close. “Go on, baby. You can let go.” She encourages sweetly. “I’ve got you, ok? I’ll take care of you.” She promises. “You always do.” You agree, managing a weak smile that she quickly wipes from your face, when she rubs your clit in just the right way. “That’s right.” She confirms proudly. “And I always will.” She rubs that spot again, your mind screaming for her to keep going, because you can’t and she doesn’t stop until you fall apart against her. Your mind goes blank, but the pornographic moans that fill the room are all the validation she needs and she helps you ride it out, holding on to your trembling body and stroking it, until it has no more pleasure left to give. When you’re spent, she pulls out, her gentle hands guiding you, so you can lie down on the soft pillows and she litters your face with gentle kisses. “You were perfect, my love.” She whispers, stroking your hair affectionately. “Just perfect.” “Will you come cuddle me?” You ask, your arms outstretched for her. Wanda knows she needs to get you both cleaned up, needs to clear out all the candles and probably air out the house, but you’re so enticing, so cute, with your blissful face and promises of warmth and affection, that she can’t bring herself to refuse you. She doesn’t want to either. She sends a wave of magic, making sure all candles will go out and she falls on the bed next to you. She pulls you into her arms, her fingers starting a soothing pattern on the exposed skin of your back and she kisses your forehead. “I love you.” She tells you, her breathing evening out. “I love you too, Wanda.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you had fun and liked my work, let me know :P Disclaimer: Photo is not mine. I’d be happy to give credit if I knew who made it... If you liked this story and you want more, please visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!

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