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#cuz i never see them ever talked about and it just. almost made me feel like it wasnt allowed
cactuscoolerr · 8 months
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OKAY BUT LIKE LOSER ISAGI, NAGI, BACHIRA AND POPULAR READER SNEAKING AROUND TO FUCK CAUSE THEY DONT WANNA RUIN THEIR REP?!?!
im sorry i got a lil excited
⋆。˚. in secret - itoshi rin, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro
• (nsfw)
• notes: my brain is buzzing i totally luv this concept a normal amount !! ɷ◡ɷ | also i’m adding rin cuz he’s my fav and i don’t wanna leave him out ╥﹏╥
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. ˚ 。⋆ itoshi rin
you had been avoiding rin’s subtle glances as he sat a few tables away from you. your friends had invited you to come to the library with them to study for finals, but you found it hard to focus once you saw rin and his friend group.
“you see that guy over there..?” one of your friends nudged your arms and not so subtly pointed at bachira meguru, one of rins friends. you nodded after stealing a glance at the boy with bangs before looking back down at your book. “he’s in my french class and he was talking about some imaginary friend he had. he’s such a freak”
some of your friends laughed upon hearing, the others telling them to shut up, having been deep into their study session.
you hadn’t met bachira, never having met any of rin’s friends, but he seemed like a nice guy. you didn’t have any issues with him ever since you found yourself interested in rin.
“heard that the white haired one is a gamer,” another one of your friends scoffed. “are they all nerds?”
“maybe they all became friends because no one else wanted to” your closest friend in the group snorted, causing the rest of the group to laugh. you could almost roll your eyes at how obnoxious they sounded but ignored them instead. that was until they had started mentioning rin.
you missed the way they all began looking at him, making it obvious. “i wonder how he’s not popular. with a brother like sae, you’d think he wouldn’t be such a loser”
at the mention of sae, your ears perked up and you looked towards rin like the rest of your friends. “he’s such a creep. he never talks and he just sucks around like some kind of weirdo”
“i even heard that he-” your friend stopped talking when you abruptly stood up with a book in your hand, not wanting to listen any longer. they all gave you questioning looks, making you clear your throat awkwardly. “uh.. i grabbed the wrong book”
it was quiet for a few seconds before one of your friends laughed. “and you just realized now?” she asked and you laughed softly. “yeah.. kind of embarrassing but i’m gonna go get the other one”
without having to hear what any of the others had to say, you quickly walking towards the rows of book shelves to look through random books and occupy yourself for a bit. or at least until they stopped talking badly about rin and his friend group.
“finally have enough of their shit talking?” you heard rin’s voice scoff from behind you. his tone sent a shiver down your spine but you turned around anyway. “did you hear..?”
rin nodded and you sighed, immediately going to apologize but he stopped you. “i don’t wanna hear you apologize because you didn’t say anything” he muttered and looked down at you with an intimidating gaze. “you can’t control what they say, right?”
you shook your head slowly but he still scoffed, likely wanting a different answer from you, though you didn’t know what. “decided i can’t come over tonight” rin looked away from you and slightly backed up.
“why not?” your eyebrows furrowed, slightly stepping forward to keep the close distance between you and your secret lover.
rin shrugged, “i don’t really like the idea of sneaking around with someone that has friends that talk bad about me” he muttered, looking back at you. “sounds weird, does it not?”
“no..” you said quietly, “it does sound weird. i’m sorry..”
your saddened gaze made rin’s heart race, finding the crease in your eyebrows and look of distress adorable. with a sigh, rin closed the distance and leaned down to kiss at your neck. a low moan fell passed your lips, making rin suck at your skin, lightly grazing his teeth to feel your squirm until he was satisfied.
with a lidded gaze, he looked down at you and admired the new mark on your neck. “maybe i will come over after all..” rin sighed and backed away again before leaving you to stand there alone.
it didn’t take very long for you to realize what rin did, frantically rubbing at the mark and wondering how you were gonna explain the hickey to your friends when you went back to the table.
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. ˚ 。⋆ bachira meguru
pushing you into the janitors closet, bachira was quick to push your shorts down while connecting his lips to your neck. your moans only fueled him to go faster as he pushed your panties to the side and shoved his fingers into your slick cunt. “feels like you’re all ready for my cock, hm?”
he grinned while pushing his pants and boxers down, making it quick like you two always had to. the both of you were used to it by now, quickies in the school building before going back to either of your dorms and fucking to your hearts content.
bachira understood good and well why you had to do it this way, and he didn’t mind it. it’s not like being an outcast was anything new to him, so he didn’t care as long as he could have your cunt sucking his cock in by the end of the day. if it was for you, he’d live the rest of his life unliked by everyone.
you whined sweetly into his mouth as he sunk in, groaning and making just as much noise as you were. the feeling of your cunt was unlike anything bachira had felt before. he could die like this.
“meguru..” you panted and grasped onto him tightly as your legs began to give out. “i got you..” bachira smiled softly and gripped your thighs, hoisting you up so you didn’t have to do anything but look pretty for him.
with the new position, bachira bounced you up and down on his cock with ease, slightly being able to thrust up into you, earning louder noises from you.
you held his face gently in your hands and desperately leaned down to kiss him, wanting to feel all of him and needing for him to feel all of the love you felt for him. you never wanted for your relationship to be like this, but you valued your school life too much. though, bachira was beginning to crack that as you began to think about what it would be like to happily walk through the school halls with bachira’s hand in your own, not caring about the judging glanced sent your way.
the thought of being able to be with bachira, free of judgment made you clench around his cock, making him break the kiss to whine into the crook of your neck.
“i’m so close..” he whimpered against your skin and you gently carded your fingers through his hair. “m-me too..” you said through a shaky exhale before suddenly cumming at the particularly hard slam of bachira’s hips against your ass.
the feeling of your cunt spasming around his cock was too much, making him moan and cum instantly inside of your tightening cunt and his hips unwillingly buck upwards.
the hard breathing from you and bachira filled the room as you felt sticky in his arms. but with the way bachira gently pressed his forehead against yours with a happy grin, you didn’t mind it very much as long as you got to be like this with him and him only.
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. ˚ 。⋆ isagi yoichi
isagi wasn’t entirely sure on why you invited him to your roommates party. the only person that he knew would be you and even then, you wouldn’t talk to him since you two weren’t necessarily friends.
it had been nearly an hour since isagi sat on a lone couch, gaining looks from people he didn’t know and people that likely didn’t know him. you had even walked by, just slightly glancing at him before running upstairs.
just when he was beginning to think coming was a bad idea, he got a text from you.
come upstairs. room at end of the hall he read to himself, already feeling his cock twitching in his pants. excitedly, he made his way up the stairs, searching for the room at the end of the hall that you told him to go to. the door was closed and he opened it to reveal you sitting on the bed, gently kicking your legs as you waited patiently for isagi to come find you.
upon seeing him, you immediately pounded on him, craving his taste from the make out session the two of you had in an empty classroom during classes just a few hours before.
“you’re drunk” isagi whispered against your lips, making you laugh softly. “had one drink to stop myself from riding you on that couch you were sitting on..” you gasped when isagi picked you up, his hands on your ass, and led you towards the bed.
immediately, isagi began trailing kisses down your neck, gently pulling down the straps of your dress before pulling it off of you and kissing down the rest of your body. “gonna make you feel so fucking good..” he breathed against your skin and leaned down, licking a stripe against your clothed cunt.
you shivered from the connection, and threw your head back with a quiet moan. isagi gently pulled your panties down and wasted no time in eating you out.
he was quick with his movements, bringing his fingers to sink into your cunt while he made out with your clit. it was sloppy and gross but you loved the way he made you feel. with the way he quickly fingered you and sucked your clit into his mouth, it wasn’t long until you could feel your oncoming orgasm.
“you like that?” isagi breathed out against your cunt, slightly pulling away to talk. “missed the way you tasted on my tongue..”
isagi felt you tighten around his fingers, groaning softly at the thought of you cumming on his face. “go on and cum for me, sweetie” he whispered and lapped quickly at your cunt, still fingering you until he felt you squirt against his face.
gladly opening his mouth, isagi drank your fluids, moaning at the taste while rutting against the bed like some kind of dog. it was enough to bring himself to his own release, leaving the both of you sweaty and moaning for more.
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. ˚ 。⋆ nagi seishiro
nagi was never fond of the idea of hiding how much he liked you. you said he has to pretend that he has no interest in you? that seemed like even more of a hassle to nagi than being totally infatuated with you, because he was.
having to make excuses to leave class after you did was a hassle, especially with the wondering gazes on him as he left.
but it was all worth it when he cornered you in an empty bathroom, towering over you with a dark gaze in his eyes. “don’t really like having to chase after you, pretty” he muttered, bringing his hand up to twirl your hair around his finger. with a sigh, he let his arm drop and looked at you for what you had to say.
“try not to think of it as chasing after me,” you smiled flirtatiously. “you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, nagi..”
he shivered at the tone of your voice, slightly glaring down at you with that usual pouty expression whenever you called him that. “i said you could call me by my first name, didn’t i?” he frowned, making you laugh softly. “you did, sei. i just love teasing you. you know that”
with another heavy sigh, nagi leaned down to kiss you like he’s been wanting to since you left his dorm this morning. he had been craving how your lips felt against his, your tongue gliding against his, and even more how your sweet cunt felt wrapped nicely around his cock.
he almost whimpered at the first touch of your hand against his hardening length. he almost couldn’t resist pushing you down to your knees and having you suck him off, looking up at him with that delicious gaze you always sent him.
“why do we have to do this here” nagi sighed while pulling back. “it’s such a hassle having to wait all day for you. it’s not fair..”
you leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “you know why,” a frustrated groan fell passed your lips, not liking the idea of explaining to nagi for the millionth time. “i like you, sei, but i also like my reputation, my friends. if they knew i was messing around with you, i don’t even know what they’d say”
“i don’t think you having mikage reo as a friend would help me out very much. you know what people think about you, right?”
despite hearing it all the time, hearing that most people didn’t like him from you made him wish that his social status was different. he never cared about it very much but if it meant that he couldn’t publicly be with you, nagi wanted for there to be a change.
“this sucks.” he muttered and leaned down to rest his head against your shoulder. “jus’ wanna be with you, pretty”
“i know,” you said softly and ran your fingers through his hair. “but hey..” nagi looked up at you and you laughed at the pout he had on his face. “you’re friends with that itoshi sae’s brother, right?”
you watched as nagi nodded before shrugging. “kinda.. we’re on the same team”
with a low hum, you nodded and gently caressed his face. “the itoshi’s aren’t necessarily outcasts here, ya know.. if you’re friends with rin, then it’s not too big of a stretch to say that you could build your relations with people”
you swiped nagi’s bangs from off of his forehead as he stared at the wall behind you. he hadn’t really been listening to what you were saying, spacing off from the feeling of your warm hand against his skin. “sei..?” you pushed his face gently so his gaze was on you again, finally snapping nagi out of his trance.
“let’s talk about this later,” he sighed, looking down at you with that darkened gaze again before flipping up your skirt and sliding his hand into the front of your panties. a soft gasp sounded from you as nagi sunk his fingers into your slick, using it to ease his fingers into your cunt without any problems. “just wanna feel you for now, pretty”
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poguestarkey · 6 months
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not in the same way- t.n.
back after a quick 8 month hiatus my b
decided to write a little blurb about reader not being in love with theo since i feel like it's always the other way around.
yes i am eating up the tiktok ideas of him being italian don't start w me
warnings: just angst on angst, destruction of a friendship, theo being sad (that's a trigger in and of itself tbh), sickly sweet adorable girlhood moment btwn the GryffGirlies, like one potty word, i plucked that one scene right out of TSITP don't come for me, horrifyingly unedited cuz i just dont care
theo nott x gryffindor!reader
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Dread.
That's all that washes over you when you finally meet his eyes. It runs ice-cold through your veins and you can practically hear what he's going to say before it even leaves his mouth. You're sure he can see the way your head shakes slowly as you realize because he reaches for your hand and holds it tightly between his. Not out of comfort, but as a plead.
Please, please don't do what I think you're going to.
Theo... oh, sweet Theo. Theo, with his huge blue eyes and endlessly large heart. Theo, always the first to celebrate the small wins with you. Theo, who in theory, should be the perfect man for you.
But Theo, who no matter how hard you tried, never made your heart sing the way your friends giggled about.
You never thought twice about the way his hands would linger over yours as he explained Arithmancy problems or how he always pulled you close in by the shoulder while chatting with his Slytherin friends, his fingers mindlessly tracing patterns into your sweater. His sweater. You've been friends since third-year, best friends. So many years of being close to him desensitized you to the constant comments of "That's Nott's girl," and "Would you look at the lovebirds!" They never hit home and you always scoffed them off with ease.
With ease, until last weekend in your dorm after an open-mic night at the Three Broomsticks. You and Theo had performed the most atrocious duet rendition of the new Weird Sisters song, "Why Can't You See."
"Y/N, do you even see the way he looks at you?" Parvati asked. Your head shoots up this.
"What?"
"C'mon, Y/N/N. The man is absolutely smitten with you. It's almost painful to watch, really," Lavender piped in, causing Hermione and Padma to sit up and join the conversation. Eyes widening, you realize who they're talking about.
"Theo? No... No, Theo and I are just-" You're cut off.
"Just friends. We've heard. A million times," Hermione sighs. "I mean Merlin's beard Y/N, you have to have noticed by now. Nott can't keep his hands off of you."
"'Mione, that's not- no, that's different. He just likes physical touch and that's fine-" You're cut off yet again by a slurry of teenage girls throwing evidence at you.
"-ever touch Malfoy-"
"-actually lights up when you enter a room, I've never-"
"-bigger heart eyes for you if they were cartooned on him in the Prophet-"
Your hands grow shaky and your breath becomes heavy in your lungs as the weight of what this means washes over you. Hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you fight the burn in the back of your sinuses with everything you have.
"Wait!" Hermione nearly shouts, and the cacophony of squeals and stories comes to a halt. "Y/N? Why are you crying? Are you alright?"
Her words make the first sob break out of your chest, and your hand shoots to your mouth to try and stifle the sound. Padma, ever the lover, is immediately at your side.
"I- I- I can't... I don't lo- if he really feels that way, it will destroy us," you cry, leaning further into her touch. Quickly, and with increasing amount of concern written on their features, the rest of the girls surround you.
"What do you mean, love?" you can't see her, but you know it's Lavender's breathy voice. "Isn't this a good thing?"
"No, no, no, no-" Your breath begins to hitch again, and 'Mione rubs gentle circles on your back. "Lav, him being in love with me is the worst thing that could happen."
"I don't mean to be insensitive, but the rest of us are quite out of the loop here and, er, well- why?" You let out a chuckle at Parvati's bluntness, but still felt the squeeze of the answer in your heart. You've known, deep down. You denied it as hard as you could manage but still, it creeped up on you, terrorizing your thoughts.
"He will never forgive me. I know he'll try so hard, but it'll never be the same, because he will never forgive me for not loving him the same way. Because he's done everything right. He is kind, and patient, and loving, and all of the wonderful things I've always said that I wanted but still, I just don't love him like that. And I want to- fuck, I want to so bad. It kills me that I can't. But he can never know that I know, because he will never, ever forgive me when I can't say it back." The last few words come out nearly inaudible as gasping sobs take over your body. "And I am so afraid to lose my best friend."
A squeeze from Hermione saves you from your thoughts. No one knows what to say, and Padma pulls your pillow and quilt from underneath you before grabbing her own, forming a pile on the floor. The corners of your lips perk up as you realize what she's doing, and soon the room is filled again with the sounds of girlish giggles and gossip and your four closest girlfriends do their best to keep your chin up for you.
The rest of the week, you can hardly look Theo in the eyes. You're not trying to avoid him, but every time you're in the same room you feel so overcome with guilt that it's hard to breathe.
On Sunday, you skip breakfast and hole away in the library under a stack of potions textbooks, shooing him away with a curt "Sorry, Teddy. Too busy."
Monday, you sit at Gryffindor's table for every meal and only speak in DADA to tell him it's his turn to practice defensive spells.
It's Tuesday night when you get the owl.
Y/N/N,
please talk to me. i need to see you, i'm worried. you're not alright.
i miss you.
-T
You write him back on the same piece of parchment, your shaking hands causing ink to splatter into tiny dots across his script.
I know. I'm sorry. Friday night.
Wednesday and Thursday are a blur of forced smiles to him and the burn of his stare from across the Charms classroom.
Friday comes, and you're damn near ready to pull Mrs. Norris' tail just to get a detention.
You know the exact bench in the courtyard he'll be sat at, and you count your paces as you walk. His eyes catch you and he swings his feet off the ledge, shutting his book.
"Y/N," He breathes, the sweetest smile on his face. "What's going on, cara mia?"
Every strategy you had for keeping him away from the elephant in the room goes flying out of your head faster than a Firebolt.
"It's nothing, really. Please don't worry. I know I've been distant but it's really nothing to be concerned about so-" your voice is getting louder and faster, a tell-tale sign that you're not telling the truth.
He cuts you off with your name.
"Y/N." You're eternally thankful that it's late enough that no one is outside with you. "Tell me what's happened. Please." His eyes grow even larger with pure concern and he moves his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You pull your lip between your teeth while thinking about how to respond.
"I just... Teddy, I can't tell you. I just can't. I promise it's alright, I just don't want to talk about it." You're lying through your teeth and you're sure he knows it too.
"Alright," he whispers, voice dropping. His hand hasn't moved from the side of your face since he fixed your hair, and his eyes move to scan the slope of your lips. You can feel the pit in your stomach start to form as you fear what's coming next. "You are the most beautiful thing on this planet, you know that?"
His thumb is tracing the plane of your cheek.
"Theodore..." He smiles at his full name, and his eyes start to close.
No.
No.
This is what you feared so much.
That you would lose everything over one moment, just like this.
He can't be more than a breath from your mouth when both of your palms find his firm chest and push him away.
"Wait- wait, Theo. No. I don't- I'm sorry, but I-" His eyes snap open, that beautiful blue full of confusion. "I'm sorry, Theo." You can already feel hot tears threatening to spill over, and your stomach is churning.
"I.... What?" He says it so quietly you aren't even sure he meant to say it aloud. His hands move from your face, now salty and wet, to run through his hair, tugging on the strands.
"That's what I've been off about. I've been scared that you're gonna..." You gesture wildly between the two of you, not sure what to call it.
"Kiss you?"
"Yes."
"Why would you be scared of me kissing you, Y/N?" He looks genuinely, honestly puzzled.
"Because... because I don't... I didn't know, and then this weekend the girls were all on about it and I had no idea what they were talking about, and they told me, and I just panicked, Theo. I had no idea." He's stood up now, and you're seconds behind him, standing still in the chilly air as he paces and presses his hands into his eyes. "If I'd known sooner, Teddy... I would've- I could've done something, I don't know, could've tried-"
He stops, now just in front of you. "If you knew?"
"If I knew that you felt that way-"
"I thought you knew!" The crack of his voice splits your chest in two, unaided by the tears beading in his eyes. You've never seen him cry. "I thought you knew! From the moment I crashed your cabin on the train, I thought you knew."
The two of you just stand there, staring at each other, as cold, biting raindrops start to fall from the sky. You fight to form words but absolutely comes to your brain and you can't do anything but stare at him as he continues.
He hasn't even opened his mouth to start the next sentence when you realize what you're going to hear. You can't tell if it's the rain or the pure dread coursing through your veins that's turning your fingers ice-cold as you shake your head "no" to something he hasn't even said yet.
"I've been in love with you since I was 13, Y/N/N." He's holding onto your hand with both of his like it's his only lifeline while he desperately spills words. "I am so in love with you. You turn my world. You are my absolute everything. It consumes me. I can't hold it anymore, Y/N," He cries. Your eyes are squeezed shut and it's a wonder you haven't broken his hand with how tightly you're holding it between you. "Please, please, please say something."
"I love you," He sucks in a breath and you open your eyes to meet his. "I love you so much, Teddy. More than anything." His hands are now on either side of your face, and your fingers are laced around his wrists. "But I'm not in love with you," You choke out, grip relaxing.
His forehead presses against yours and he does nothing to quiet to sobs racking his body as you pull him against you, wrapping your arms around his warm frame.
You whisper dozens of apologies and "I wish I dids" into his ear before he releases you and sits back on the bench, moving the thoroughly soaked book to the side so you can join him. His head is in his hands and his elbows rest on his knees, and you think that you've never seen him look so defeated.
Finally, you tear your eyes away from him and stare straight ahead at the ivy covered walls, praying that the silence swallows you whole.
It's practically deafening, actually, because the sound of his heart breaking is echoing across the stone.
Eventually, you speak up.
"I think... I think I should probably go, right?"
He picks his head up but doesn't look at you as he replies:
"Yeah, I think that's for the best."
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tan1shere · 4 months
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Motel Whore
Ellie Williams x female reader !
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A/n: ahh you guys after awhile its finally hereeee. Sorry for the wait life's been hectic and I'm not doing the best right now :( going through a pretty difficult breakup that's quite honestly tearing me apart but I hope you guys enjoy this!
Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)
Warnings: smut, angst, just sadness. Ellies a bit of an ass. Jealousy, slightly rapey Ellie if ya squint. We won't pay attention to that cuz we all know she's a sweetheart and wouldn't do that. Suggestive language. Like always MDNI
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Pt 2!
It was just one night. Turning into two. Turning into a week. Months. Almost a year and you still don't know how you're here. Doing this with your friend Ellie. You always thought it'd be easy, the whole friend's with benefits thing, just a simple fuck then leave. You had no feelings for eachother. Wrong. It was the complete opposite. You started getting more attached as the weeks went by. But you had agreed to her request. 'No feelings involved' and 'this isn't a forever thing' you and Ellie were both single.
And you had agreed that it was a good idea to do this until you could fill that void. On the first night you two had slept together you had told her you were sick of being lonely and having to get off by yourself. You said it mindlessly just ranting to a friend. Until she came up with the idea. You were getting in too deep and you had no idea what to do about it.
You were currently at your friends, Dinas. To be exact. A mutual friend of you and Ellie. She had no idea about your secret life with her, no one did for that matter. It was hush hush. That was another agreement that you both made at the start. But secretly. You wanted the whole world to know. Why? You honestly couldn't even answer that. Because, you had no clue yourself.
"Hello, earth to Y/n. I'm talking to you babe." She blurts out, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry." You mumble. "What's up, you seem off." You shake your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." You give her a reassuring smile. But knowing how Dina was she didn't buy it one bit. She was going to pry, but knowing you'd tell her eventually she let's it go.
"Right well, I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner on Saturday." You look straight at her. Fuck, you were suppose to be meeting Ellie. You always did on a Saturday. Or whenever one of you needed a good fuck. "Uhmm, can we make it Friday?" You try to negotiate. She furrows her brows. "I'm going out with Jesse on Friday, he has a date planned." You flop on the bed. "You guys are so cute." She laughs at the pout on your lips. "You'll find it. Trust me. It may even be close you never know." You scoff. "Doubt it." She then thinks for a moment. "Sunday could work?" You smile at her. "Sounds like a plan."
It was now Saturday you were just driving to the motel of this time. Ellie would always text you the address of some crappy motel. It was never the same one, but if it was it would've been months since you went. Where you lived there was a shit ton of em around. So you rarely ever had to visit them twice. You get out of your car and go up to the number she texted you. "Room 147." You speak, going to knock on it, guessing she's already there.
She opens it welcoming you in. You follow, immediately being kissed by her, she was desperate, and honestly so were you. You always can't wait to see her on your planned days, even when they aren't you can't wait to be by her. "God I missed you." You let out a giggle. "It was only 2 days ago since we last did this Ellie." You smile at her as she takes her hoodie off. "Yeah. 2 days too long." She continues to kiss you. Making you let out a soft sigh into her mouth. "I want to ruin you angel." She'd always call you that during these moments.
You were quite different from most of your friends, you would dress with whites, baby pinks, golds, just any baby color really. You weren't super girly and childish but you had this aura about you that was ethereal. Honestly angelic. Ellie fed on that. She was the complete opposite. She loved fucking you senseless, ripping you apart so to speak. She adored how soft you were. Although you weren't completely innocent. This was the most you've done with any body. You always would do stuff to yourself. But what Ellie didn't know. Was she was your first.
"Ruin me Els.. please." You needed it. You craved it. And she loved that. She loved having you completely under her control. She moves her incredibly soft lips against your neck, putting your hands in her hair gently tugging at her locks, making her groan against your skin. She leads you to the bed getting ontop of you, starting to move down your now naked body. You were panting, it was getting hotter in the room. Both of your bodies radiating heat, making both of you going mental for one another. "Gunna dick you down sweetheart." And she did, just that.
It was now after and like always she was getting dressed immediately. You were always left sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself. "I've been meeting up with some other girls that I've met recently for a quick fuck and I'm meeting one of them right now." She states as she puts her jeans back on. You felt something brew in your stomach. Was it jealousy, disgust? "Oh, I see, well have fun." She grabs her keys. "If you can't be bothered going home, I booked this room out for the night so you can just stay here if you'd like." You look at the bed sheets contemplating your whole life right now. "Right." She then leaves not uttering another word.
Room 147.
Just for the night.
Said I was heaven.
That's without saying goodbye.
It was now a Wednesday. You had been in your apartment just tidying up a bit you could not stop the thought of Ellie. It was intoxicating. And you couldn't quite tell if that was a bad or good thing. You tried to take your mind off of it, but this was all slowly getting to you. You knew what you signed up for. But at the same time it's like she's doing it on purpose. You needed your brain to just shut up for a quick second. Then you got a stupid. Stupid idea. Thinking itd help.
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You shook your head. It shouldn't hurt the way it does. You're not even dating her. But oh how it did. The image of her tattooed hand rubbing up some other girls thigh. It made you want to physically puke. But you needed to stop that feeling. You were both single. You had no rule over her. Which meant neither did she. Maybe you should go out more find someone else. You just shake your head again, waiting to see how later pans out.
Later came round slow. You'd been feeling off all day. You don't know why this would make you feel better because honestly you always felt like shit afterwards. You felt used. Even if you wanted this it just felt worthless, were you wasting your time? Should you just call it quits before it's too late. What if it is too late. You were already at the said motel, sitting on the bed waiting. She then comes through the door, looking like she's in a rush. You furrow your brows at her. "Sorry stayed a bit longer." You just nod. Knowing it was one of the girls she's been doing it with alongside you. "You alright love?" She asks as she takes off her jeans. It felt wrong. This all felt so wrong.
You lie. "Yeah I'm good. Just really bored Els. Needed you." What are you doing. Why hurt yourself like this. She smirks, getting on the bed with you. "Yeah baby? How badly hm." She leans closer to your face inches away. Leaning down to kiss you, you relish in it. She begins taking your clothes off, leaving you in your specifically picked out lingerie. It was red, with lace, and silk. You'd hope that maybe this will get her to notice you as something more. See you in something as special. But oh boy were you. Wrong. Making you feel even more stupid as she takes it off, no comment, no nothing. You felt cold. And not because of the fact you were naked. You felt icy, inside and out. You felt that pukey feeling again.
And just like everytime you two fuck, she was up and about to leave again. "So uhm where are you going?" You ask, knowing the answer but still asking regardless. "One of the other girls." You nod. "Do any of them know about me?" She looks up at you, your figure still on the bed. "No. No one knows about this. And that's what we agreed on right?" You nod, looking at her. "Have fun." Your response was cold. Cold like your body.
Am I just a secret.
You love to hide.
Turn off your location when, you come over late at night.
You were currently out with Dina, doing your usual girly shopping, trying on all sorts of clothes and shoes. "Hey what do you think of these pumps?" She asks. You nod. "Suit you." You say bluntly. You don't particularly like the mood you've acquired over the last few months, but you had yourself to blame for that one. "Ok what is up your ass girl. And you are telling me this time." You sigh. "Nothing Dee I'm just not in a good place right now." You softens her look. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you babe." You hated that, you never ever wanted to worry. Or upset anyone, at all. "Promise to talk to you in future." You give her a smile. "You better." She winks at you.
"Right anyways, positive vibes. I saw this cute skirt that was definitely you. Wanna go try it on?" You nod smiling genuinely this time. You continued to do this, going around the stores when you got a text.
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You absolutely hated yourself for getting into it. You should've stopped sooner but you just can't. And you still don't know why. You couldn't keep treating yourself like this it's time this ends.
You arrive at the motel that she mentioned. Knocking on the door, quickly getting tugged in. She's immediately kissing you, your lips, your neck. She slides her thumb over your bottom lip. You let out a breath. "Ellie-"
"Shhh. I need to fuck the shit out of you angel. Need it." You just nod, giving consent but not fully in the mood for this. You're so stupid. What is wrong with you, you're so blinded. She takes your clothes off, getting you to lay on the bed, but she thinks for a moment. "Uh uh, ass up." You look right at her. "Bu-" She flips you over, going to grope your ass, your face hiding in the pillow. She attached her strap, without any thought pushing into you rough. And hard. You let out a slight gasp.
"Fuck. I needed this." She mumbles, watching as it goes in and out of you. "Using you as I please." And for the first time in all of this mess, you felt tears, hot well needed tears. You're so thankful she couldn't see your face. But it truly hurt. Usually those words wouldn't get to you. But it's how you've been feeling. Used. Abused. In a mental way. It was hurting. Every little bit of it hurt. This feeling wasn't at all good, you just wanted it to be over. So. You faked your orgasm. And like always it ended with her leaving and not uttering a word. You were still faced down in the pillows pretending you were sleeping. Although you don't think it made much difference. You just couldn't look at her. Not with your makeup stained face. From the tears.
Check in check out.
One night stay, you're out the door.
You treat me, like a motel whore.
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httpsdana · 9 months
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Can you write an angst about y/n being jealous of kylian's best girlfriend?
kylian and his best girlfriend's extreme intimacy may have made y/n suspicious, they might get into a fight when she tells kylian that.
You can choose the final part (break up or make up)
The One~Kylian Mbappe
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*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*
my first Kylian imagine took a lot of likes so I thought id write another one cuz why not
you can request from my prompt list
this is my master list
players/drivers I write for
Jules -> Kylian's best friend
Was it jealousy? Insecurity? Bitterness?
y/n didn't quite know her feelings towards Kylian and his best friend's, who was a girl, relationship. There was something between them that y/n couldn't quite point out.
She always tried to shake off the feeling she gets when seeing them together, but sometimes it got out of hand. They were best friends since childhood, and she didn't to ruin that because of the stupid feeling in her gut.
y/n could never hate Jules. She was amazing. A literal angel. She was always so sweet with y/n. That made it hard for y/n. How could she hate such an angel?
What made things worse was that y/n and Kylian had a private relationship. He wasn't able to take her out on proper dates, or on events that he was invited to. He was never able to show her off to the world. She was never able to shine on the red carpet next to Kylian. But Jules was.
Jules was Kylian's date to every place he went to. Every party, every ceremony, every event. y/n was always trying to get used to it, but she never could. How could she get used to seeing her boyfriend in the arms of another girl. A girl who she thought was perfect. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, perfect body. She was a perfect girl for people like Kylian. People who have an amazing reputation that they have to maintain. This reputation would be ruined if the world knew who he was really dating.
y/n glanced at Kylian, who was getting ready for an event. He was receiving an award tonight, and she was super proud of him. Except she wouldn't be the one to show that to the world, but Jules
"you look so handsome Ky" she said from her seat, making Kylian smile at her through the mirror
"Merci mon amour" he said with a small smile
He was about to tell her something, when his phone rang. He glanced at it, smiling when he saw Jules' name.
"its Jules. I think she's ready. I have to go pick her up" he let out a sigh. y/n's smile faded at the mention of Jules. She thought she was ready to mention her discomfort in his friendship with Jules
"I think we should talk when you come back" she said in a low voice. Kylian who was sitting at the end of the Ned tying his shoes, looked up at her with a confused look
"everything okay baby?" he asked, sensing her sadness, even if she tried masking it with a smile
"we'll talk when you're back. don't worry. busy enjoy your night. I'm so proud of you Kyky" she wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back burying his head in her neck
"I will mon amour. And thank you for being there for me at every step of my career. I wouldn't have done it without you baby" he said into her neck.
y/n was feeling guilty now for ever doubting Kylian's feelings towards her. So she smiled him and kissed his lips lightly
"go now. Jules must be waiting for you" she said ,with a fake smile. Kylian smiled and pecked her lips a few times before walking out of the room
y/n let out a sigh and flopped down on the bed.
Maybe she was just overthinking everything? Maybe she was just jealous that Jules gets to go out with him and not because she likes him but because she's his best friend?
These thoughts kept running through her head for almost an hour, until she started receiving a lot of notifications from Twitter.
She knew the event must have started, because she followed accounts that posted videos and photos of the guests there. So she opened her phone. And she wish she didn't
She was met with a video of Kylian and Jules exiting the car they arrived in. Kylian got out first and held his hand out for Jules, something he always did for her. Once they were out, they walked to the red carpet where they were supposed the pose and take pictures, hand in hand. Kylian had his arm around her waist, while she leaned closer to him, her hand on his chest, kissing his cheek while whispering something in his ear. Kylian laughed before they posed for a few more pictures and walked inside.
y/n felt her heart in her stomach. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and turned off her phone. She got lost in her own thoughts, which was the worse place for an overthinker like her to be at.
he seems happy with Jules
he never smiled that widely when he was around her
his laugh seemed genuine
does he still love her?
he's known Jules his whole life, he might have fallen for her before but never realized until now
why would he be with a girl he has only known for a few years when he can be with girl he's known since diapers?
y/n didn't realize she was crying until one tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away for other tears to start crawling down her cheeks. She stopped trying to wipe her tears and just laid in bed, crying until she fell asleep before Kylian even came home.
Next Morning
y/n woke up with a headache, while Kylian was laying next to her. She decided to address her opinion about his friendship with Jules, so she woke him up.
"bonjour mon amour. I arrived late last night and didn't want to wake you up" his voice was deep and hoarse, while he rubbed his eyes and sat up
"Kyky I need to ask you something" she said in a low voice
"anything" he said, getting a bit worried about her
"is there...is there like something between you and Jules?" she asked, a bit afraid of his reaction
"w-what do you mean?" he asked, chuckling nervously.
That didn't help in the uneasiness y/n was feeling
"like, do you like her or something? she seems so into you and you guys are close, always going out together and taking pictures and hugging each other. its annoying to see her treat you like her boyfriend when I exist and she knows it" y/n confessed, feeling the weight shift off her shoulders, until she was met with an angry expression from Kylian
"you think I'm cheating on you y/n? for gods sake Jules and I have been best friends since forever and if I wanted to date her I would've done that ages ago before I even met you. why are you jealous of her? jealousy makes relationships toxic y/n" he said in an angry tone
y/n closed her eyes to keep the tears inside, but they fell down her cheeks anyways
"you don't understand Kylian" she whispered, shaking her head and avoiding his eyes
"then make me understand y/n. or else we'll have to break up if you're gonna stay jealous of my best friend" he said, emphasizing the 'best friend'
"she makes me insecure Ky. she gets to go out with you and show you off when you aren't even hers. She makes me doubt myself, making me wonder why you're with me when you could be with someone like her. a model with an amazing personality, body, face, literally everything. she's perfect. something I am not. so if you want to be with her, then its fine. but don't lie to me and tell me you love me when you want her" she breathed out, while Kylian was looking at her with sad eyes, feeling dumb for not seeing and noticing the way she was feeling
"y/n, amour, me and Jules are just friends. I don't want her, I want and have you. If I liked her, trust me, I would be with her. But I want you. I need you y/n. you're everything my life revolves around. I can't breathe when you're not near. I can't wait to see you again when I'm away. you mean so much to me baby and it hurts for me to realize that you don't know that you're the one for me. the only one I need and will ever need in my whole life" he cupped her cheek in his hand, never letting the contact between their eyes break
Tears were still streaming down y/n's face, but this time they were tears of joy. She realized that Kylian actually loves her. not Jules, not anyone, but her. She smiled at him, feeling the relief engluf her.
"I love you Kyky" she mumbled, while Kylian wiped her tears with his thumb
"I love you more mon ange. how about some pancakes to make you feel better?" he suggested, making the smile on y/n's face widen
"that would be great"
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leincendiaire · 5 months
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anyways salty thoughts. dont expect me to be nice
this is the one problem not exclusive to the finale, god ed's character arc just. didnt do it for me at all. I excused it before cuz I thought it would pay off as the season went on but nope. he never had a genuine apology moment, just that youtuber apology like gag and the cat collar joke. like they literally show us how the crew was completely scarred by his actions but theyre later just completely fine with him on board???? and stede keeps being his biggest stan when I think he would have been like hey what the fuck!! im sorry I hurt you but I am not responsible for your actions and you hurt my crew whom I hold very dear!! I love ed but Fuck he really went too far those first episodes and he never makes up for it. they only ever focus on His Own self journey, not how he hurt and traumatized practically every other character.
"well, I think narratively izzy's death made sense but—" no!! no it fucking didnt!! im sorry but it was just lazy writing!! they didnt know what to do with him so whoops he gets shot in the dumbest way possible. like, this aint my first rodeo, it aint the first time ive seen a character start off on their character journey to happiness only for writers to give up on it and kill them off. it's a tiring fucking trope tbh and I really wish they hadnt fallen into this trap. like his death scene wasnt good either, if youre gonna do it at least focus on his relationship with the crew, you know, the people he came to accept as family? not the man Who Shot Off His Fucking Leg And Almost Killed Him? I know they had an important relationship but that shit should have been talked about way beforehand, it deserved closure. they should have acknowledged they werent good for each other and made peace with it. izzy deserved a death with people who actually made him happy. ALSO THEY BURY HIM ON FUCKING LAND?????? he spent his life at sea!!!! he is the most devoted out of everyone to being a pirate and you bury him next to your fucking inn???? fucking twats istg
lastly I swear they forgot stede is the main character. they forgot literally everything about how to write him. he gets No Focus in the finale, and every scene he is in is bullshit. I actually wanted to punch my screen every time there was a joke about him being incompetent or whatever. like, hello??? thought we left that shit in s1??? he had Multiple Episodes about learning to be a pirate and adjusting to his new life and gaining more skills but no. he is just silly old loserboy for his cool war criminal boyfriend now. literally no skills or experience whatsoever. ok sure yea thats totally how he acted the rest of the season. also the fuck is it with him staying behind to run the inn with ed?? wasnt the whole conflict last episode their different desires out of life, with ed wanting to start a normal life and stede wanting to be a pirate?? when the Fuck did he change his mind. who are you and have you done with my boy
honestly I feel bad because jenkins is actually a good writer and the whole fandom really expected a lot from a man making his second show, and I think there were a lot of budget cuts and production issues so I can see why it turned out this way. he is probably mad about this too, I bet the cast also, like even the acting in this episode didnt feel passionate, and thats saying a lot since these actors really love this show. im just frustrated. man. time to write fics ig
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nucleo-bang-tan · 25 days
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Jungkook smut...cuz he is jealous....college au.....plz?
MINE | JJK Oneshot
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Pairing/s: Senior!Jungkook X Sophomore!Reader
Genre: College AU, established relationship, smut, fluff
Warning/s: creampie, unprotected sex (don't even think about it), degradation, proud jk, jealousy (obviously), possessiveness, mentions of JK having sex with someone else, Hobi almost catching them half naked, please comment if there's something I left out.
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: I know it took me more than a year to respond to this I'm sorry ;-; also not proof read.
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The two of you had met when Jungkook was a junior at Seoul National University. He was all over the place when you two first met. He had a reputation for sleeping around. He liked to enjoy his life, as he put it.
His roommate and fellow junior, Jung Hoseok who was coincidentally also your best friend, tried all he could to keep you away from Jungkook.
Now, Jungkook wasn't deterred in the slightest when you slapped him for touching your ass once while trying to talk to you.
Nor was he deterred when you gave him a long list of reasons why you and him couldn't fuck.
But he was taken aback when he realised he couldn't get an erection without thinking about you. Not even when he had the new blonde transfer student naked in front of him.
He was in deep trouble and was depressed. And Hoseok inviting you over to the dorm wasn't helping. Your laughs were stuck in his head.
It wasn't until one day, you decided to talk to him while at a party.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" You referred to the empty seat on the couch beside him.
He was annoyed. How could you talk so nonchalantly, as if you weren't the reason behind his huge popularity decline?
"Aren't you a freshman? I thought you were allowed at parties?" He replied
You took the seat beside him without his permission, "Hobi knows a lot of people, he got me in."
"Right, Hobi." He shuffled uncomfortably. You weren't wearing anything too flashy or showy. It was just your scent, your voice, that overwhelmed him.
The way you looked confident yet scared of people at the party did things to him. He didn't want to admit it, but he had actually developed feelings for you.
"Um, if you don't mind, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Sure, why not." He sighed.
You took out an almost crumpled piece of paper from your bag and held the inked part to him.
His face could be compared to the paper in question the way it became devoid of colour.
"Where did you find this!?" He exclaimed snatching it out of your hand.
"Hobi saw it lying on the dorm floor a few days ago and deduced that you drew it." You smiled ever so softly.
Jungkook was petrified and embarrassed. Were you laughing internally for his child-like crush over you?
"If you are gonna draw me, you need to show it to me too." You laughed, "It's a really great drawing, I love art too."
Jungkook could feel his shoulders relax as you crinkled your eyes in laughter. Maybe dating and committing wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
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Back to the present, it had been more than a year since you two started dating. And Jungkook realised loving you was the best decision he ever made. Saying he loved you, would be an understatement and he tried to tell you that everytime he could.
You had changed him. His grades had gotten better, his friends liked him better and well best of all, he had you.
Ofcourse, Jungkook was never a jealous guy, atleast that's what he told himself.
But looking at you laughing with someone that isn't him, didn't really sit right in his head.
Jung Hoseok, your childhood best friend, the person who had grown up with you. Where there was Hoseok, there was you.
Jungkook knew you didn't see him that way. But being one of the only people that knew about the fact that Hoseok had a thing for you a few years ago, made him even more frustrated.
You never did anything that hurt Jungkook, you never even knew that Hoseok liked you. If you did you would probably refrain from the hugs and even conversations with him.
But you didn't know, that's why, when the three of you were assigned a biology project together, you were estatic.
The three of you sat on the floor of Jungkook and Hoseok's shared dorm discussing about the merits of human reproduction.
You cheerfully drew a diagram of a penis while humming to your favourite song.
"You do know, that is not how you draw the carvernosa muscles?" Hoseok asked.
"Hobi, I did research on this, I think I know what I'm doing."
"I mean, I could show you a real life model." He smirked.
"Where would you find a- Hobi! Are you serious?" You exclaimed and smacked his arm.
Jungkook wasn't having it, he rolled his eyes and focused on his work. But he tried his best to not stab your dear friend with the pencil he held in his hand.
Hoseok excused himself to go to the lounge for a quick smoke.
"I bet you wanted him to show you his penis real time." Jungkook scoffed.
"What are you talking about?" You asked.
"You should've put him in his place, Y/N."
"Jungkook, it was just a joke, you know he didn't mean it."
He let out a chuckle, "Look at you being a whore." He looked at you with dark eyes which you failed to notice.
"Hobi is harmless, he doesn't like me in that way!"
"Bet you want another dick to ride, mine isn't enough for you?" He held your chin and brought you closer to his face.
"Hobi isn't-"
"Fuck him." He cut your words off followed by closing the distance between your lips.
You hadn't seen him like this before. So full of rage and passion to prove his worth, not that he needed to do that.
But something in the way he growled when he pulled you closer onto his lap had you leaking onto his jeans.
"We can't fuck right now, baby." You panted out.
"Don't you want your precious Hobi to know who you belong to?" Kissing you again, he traced his hands up your thighs, hiking your skirt up with it.
He grabbed a handful of your ass that had you moaning straight into his mouth and intertwining your hands into his obsidian locks.
"Want you... So bad-" You let out while grinding on his semi-erect clothed dick.
"Yeah want to be fucked dumb by your boyfriend?"
You nodded desperately.
He signalled you to get onto the bed. In your dick-hazed state, you didn't realise it wasn't Jungkook's bed.
This had him smirking more. He was going to fuck you on your dearest friend's bed. His ego probably shattered the roof with how high it got.
"Skirt off" He commanded and you proceeded to pull yourself out of anything that kept you from having him inside you.
"Please, I need you inside me." You moaned out as he slipped a finger inside your sopping cunt.
You sighed and closed your eyes, he knew how desperate you could get for his cock.
The sound of his belt unbuckling was followed by him dropping his pants just enough to fuck you.
His length sprang out glistening with pre-cum. It had your mouth watering but you needed him somewhere else.
"I hate you so much." You pouted as he lined himself up against your pussy.
"Yeah? Then how are you so fucking wet for me?"
His bulbous mushroom tip teased your slit before slowly pushing itself into your welcoming and wet orfice.
He had to catch himself from falling onto you due to the pleasure.
"Shit- should've loosened you up first." He said trying to help you take him in by rubbing your nub.
"Jungkook-" You cried out, tears already forming as the stretch was slightly unbearable.
"It's okay baby, you'll take me like the good girl you are, yeah?"
You nod. He pushed himself further into you with one sharp thrust. It had you screaming with both pleasure and pain.
"Shit, shit, shit, baby, are you okay? Should I stop?" He cupped your cheek pressing his lips wherever he could onto your face and neck.
"No, please, keep going." Hearing this, he pulled out till just his tip was inside you and thrusted back testing the waters.
Looking straight into your eyes, he picked up his pace.
"Look at you, Y/N, looking like a sin." He chuckled darkly. "I'll make sure you wouldn't want any other dick, except mine."
"Please, I only want you..."
"Imagine your best friend's face when he realises I am fucking the living shit out of you on his own bed." He smirks egoistically, "He wouldn't be able to sleep for days."
The thrill of it had you clenching his dick making him falter his pace for a quick second before picking it up again.
The mix of both of your arousals pooled around his cock as it disappeared into you.
He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled them up. This new angle had both of you moaning. The students from the neighbouring dorms probably heard you.
Sex-life with your boyfriend was really good, he fucked you almost everyday and left you satisfied.
But his pace today was animalistic. His eyes were blown out and bangs stuck to his forehead due to the sweat.
"Gonna fuck you so good, gonna make sure Hoseok knows you walk around with my cum inside you." He groaned.
The bed, Hoseok's bed, was knocking it's headboard onto the wall making relatively noticable sound.
"Say it." He asserted, "Say that you're mine and mine only."
"Fuck, I'm yours Jungkook!"
"Yeah baby, you're mine. Gonna- fuck- marry you one day."
His pace had your back arching and his words helped you reach your climax.
"Shit, come on, baby." He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, thrusts indicating that he's about to come as well.
You let out a load moan as you came coating his dick with arousal. Not even a few seconds later, came as well.
He slowly thrusted his cum into you as his cock softened.
Pulling out, he realised he came much more than he imagined and it leaked out of your pussy onto the sheets.
He smiled proudly. You looked at him in disbelief. Was this the same man a few seconds ago?
A knocked startled you both.
"Can I come in?" A very doubtful Hoseok asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, come in." Jungkook answered.
"Jungkook!" You covered your bottom half by pulling your shirt down.
Your best friend was disgusted to say the least. You realised that the walls were pretty thin and he could've heard you.
"Ugh! Did you guys have to do it on my bed?" Are you serious right now?"
"Hobi, I'm sorry, we're kind of naked, would you mind just shoo-ing away for a bit?" You said in a desperate tone.
"You know what? Keep the bed, I'll sleep on Jungkook's one from now on." Hobi turned to leave.
"But we've had sex on my bed too." Jungkook added.
"Just keep the whole room." Hoseok slammed the door shut.
Jungkook simply laughed.
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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 9 months
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Can I request a Abraham ff inspired by "meet me at the pale moonlight" by Lana del Rey? And maybe some angst cuz Abraham being mean
Hello! Apologies for making you wait for over two months for this. I hope it's to your liking.
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Warnings: Angst, allusions to smut but nothing too spicy, mentions of infidelity. Word count: ~950
There’s a chill in the air that hasn’t been there all summer long, it makes her regret not bringing a coat out with her as her skin prickles with gooseflesh. She hadn’t realised Abraham would keep her waiting this long. She always seems to be waiting for him lately.
She shifts from foot to foot, anxiously picking at the red lacquer that coats her fingernails. The same shade of crimson she’d worn the night they’d met, when he’d flashed that cocky smirk of his her way and asked her if she wanted a drink.
That smirk is long gone now as he walks towards her, he seems more like a man being marched towards his execution.
“We haven’t got much time.” He tells her gently, stroking her hair away from her face.
She nods in understanding. He never has time anymore, not like he used to back when the evenings were still light and it was as balmy outside as it was inside. They’d spend hours laughing, talking about their hopes and dreams for the future, their hands tracing paths across each other’s flesh as though they were attempting to commit it to memory as they made love.
He takes her by the hand, leading her towards the barn and she allows her fingers to interlock with his, relishing the contact, giving herself a moment to pretend that he is hers.
“I wish I’d met you first.” He’d told her one night, resting his head upon her chest as they’d laid amongst the hay. She had expected to feel angry when he’d revealed he was engaged to be married, but she didn’t, not when he’d explained to her that it was Romani tradition for marriages to be arranged. He had no feelings for Luella, was just doing what was expected of him. There was an unspoken agreement between them that things would come to an end once he was finally wed, so she resigned herself to this being a summer fling and nothing more.
The feelings that linger between them, however, are more than apparent as he presses his lips to hers, slow and unhurried. There is an overwhelming sense in her heart and mind that he is kissing her like this is the final time he’ll ever get to. She is surprised when he takes the time to carefully lay her down and undress her. A lump forms in her throat as his hands caress her curves, slowly and purposefully. He is committing her to memory.
Alhough he doesn’t care for Luella, his marriage to her is one of great importance to his people. His social standing within the Romani community is hinged upon this union, and so he cannot risk it. Bitter though it is, she accepts it. It is clear to her, though he has never said it, that someone from his camp suspects something. For the past few weeks he has been late to each of their meet ups, their trysts have been hurried fucks against the wall before he has to rush back again. 
Not tonight. Tonight Abraham’s blue eyes lock with hers, his gaze soft and filled with adoration as he thrusts languidly into her. She clings tightly to him, basking in the sensation while it is still hers to experience.
He had almost let the words slip once. They had been seeing each other for around a month and he'd gotten carried away in the heat of the moment.
“I lo-” She pressed her fingers to his lips, silencing him.
“-don’t say that,” She’d said pleadingly. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
This particular moment feels as though it transcends those three little words, as their breaths intermingle and they hold each other close, memorising every soft moan and gentle roll of each other’s hips.
When they are both spent, they lay in each other’s arms and she despises the finality of it all, hating the way her eyes sting with unshed tears. She makes the mistake of looking up at Abraham and her heart clenches painfully as she notices the wetness rimming his own eyes, the plushness of his full lips pulled morosely downwards.
“This is the last time, isn’t it?” She whispers, once she finally finds the courage to speak as they begin to put their clothes back on.
“The wedding’s tomorrow,” He says solemnly. “We’re moving on the day after. I’m sorry.”
She’s always known this was coming, yet it does nothing to soften the blow. It’s as though all the air has left her lungs as she tries her best not to cry. There are a million things she wants to say, she could beg him not to marry Luella, to be with her instead, but what use is it? She cannot expect him to give up his community, his reputation, resign himself to a life that’s static, so she says nothing.
He cups her cheek, his palm warm and calloused against the softness of her face, and looks fondly down at her, though his eyes betray the same devastation she feels. “I really do wish I’d met you first.”
The words topple forth before she can stop them. “I lo-”
“-don’t say that,” He cuts her off. “I won’t be able to walk away if you say that, and I have to.”
She nods, the pain in her chest blooming acrid and heavy, and he kisses her, kisses her like it is the last kiss they’ll ever share, and this time it is.
She can still feel the way his lips move against hers as she watches him walk away and she wonders how long it will be until she no longer remembers what that’s like. It’s only then that she allows the tears to fall. Beneath the pale moonlight she mourns the end of summer and the end of a love that was simply never meant to be.
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fluff-n-fic · 8 months
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Hiiii :3 I've got a Ruggie request (best goodest boy) saw this video here:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvNxlO5Iqnz/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
And i can See him like that when his Partner is afraid he would leave them but Boy is just happy being loved by us and that we choose him
Author's Note: He's perfect for this, might do it with some other's too although it wouldn't work as good, requests/anon/tags open, event!
Description: Readers insecure and asks Ruggie if he'd ever leave them, hilarity ensues, fluffy crack. GN reader, Based on this!
Warnings: Cursing, Ruggie calls the reader bro but not in a gendered way, Reader's self doubt, Ruggie says shut up but in a playful way, mentions of food and light Ruggie slander
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"Would you ever leave me?"
"What?"
"I asked if you'd ever leave me"
"What?"
You both stared at each other for a solid ten seconds in complete silence. Ruggie tried looking for any sign that it was a joke, a bit of a smile, or holding your hands in an unusual position maybe.
But no, you were being serious. He knew it was important to you, he really did, he also couldn't help but feel it was one of the most ridiculous things you'd ever asked him.
"For who?"
His eyes were so wide it was like he was about to have his non-existant optometrist examine him.
"I don't know, other people?" you said. It's nice to know he likes you this much, though it wasn't enough to settle your feelings of doubt.
"Which ones?!" he asked.
"Rugs, I don't know specifically, it's just, there's so many people out there and you could probably do better anyway-"
"WITH WHO?!"
He grabbed onto your shoulders, nearly causing you to fall over from the sudden change in position.
"Honey, I have almost nothing to give you, my home is literally in the slums and you're surrounded with better options everywhere, you could get any of them to fall for you too, hell, some of them already have!" He's almost shaking you, and you don't think he's acted this serious since the last overblot, it's probably even more now.
"There are princes you talk with every day, not to mention you also know a literal supermodel, and then all of the guys in my dorm who are like walking ads for gym equipment-"
"Rugs please, I get the point, you don't have to compare yourself, you're plenty enough for me, attractive too in your own right," You say this with a small tussle of his hair, an affection both of you have grown to love.
"Attractive, bro, you're amazing, have you looked at yourself ever? Do you own a mirror? I should worry about you leaving me, I'd never get so much as a chance with anyone half as good as you, why the hell would I want to leave?" he was genuine as the shocked stayed on his face from your original question.
His hands moved to cup your face and you lean in, mimicking him as you took his in your hands"
"I'm lucky to have you. I'm almost convinced the only reason we're together is cuz I'm the easiest guy you could get to little spoon," His voice was slightly muffled from the way you were holding on to his cheeks and lightly squishing them. His ears were down in annoyance, but the blush was enough of a giveaway he was enjoying it.
"Thank you Rugs." You moved in for a kiss, but he moved down before you could even notice, opting to sit in you lap cuddling in, his head on your shoulder digging his nose into your neck.
"You're paying back for that with head scratches, the things I do for you..." he mumbled.
"If there's one thing you have that you can give me it's being so damn cute" you smiled as you obliged to his demands.
You felt a small jerk further into your neck, and you knew your teasing worked on him, "...shut up..."
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Sorry it was a day to answer, it took me a while to copy my mom's handwriting on this late note (yes this is a jimmy neutron reference, it made more sense in my head)
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ritz-writes · 5 months
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@asleepyy so sorry for tagging u twice in one day and i hope im not bothering u with my brain rot 😅
but yes, i did actually dissect the lyrics. yes, i am actually insane. and yes, i love this au quite a lot.
here are my notes and what i think each song represents, tho its mainly just the vibes i get. i made notes as i listened to them (note: i see songs almost always in animatic form. idk if that will effect how i imagine what each song means, but i thought it might be worth mentioning)
join me as i lose my mind over the course of an hour and a half
say what you think: def making me think of them both in heaven and jophiel wanting to ask questions.
running up that hill: AHH this one hurt. very obvious as well. jophiel seeing that azazel shouldnt be a demon. "And if I only could I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get Him to swap our places." i am sobbingggg
what difference does it make?: at first i was going to say its jophiel wanting to figure out what went wrong but azazel makes them promise not to, but i think its better suited for azazel understanding hes a demon, but he cant help but still have faith in the almighty
please please please let me get what i want: fuckkk is this about azazel being a demon but still wanting to do good 😭 short but still painful
ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've): my first reaction to the title alone was like the second image of the kambucha girl meme. anyway i think this one is about them becoming friends (or more?? 👀) but knowing its seen as wrong. "And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you and that's worse" makes me also think of jophiel talking to the metatron and realizing he shouldnt ask about azazel lest he risk the poor thing being smited.
nothing critical: ohhhh this one gives hella vibes of jophiel not trusting heaven and knowing "something isnt right here" in regards to the fall-- HOLD UP "I know, someone had to go, If not him it'd be me instead" HELLO??? aziraphale asking for jophiel??? is this like after he finds out what azazels name used to be??
flowers never bend with the rainfall: hmm... i feel like this is a plot point song. not sure why. but "And I hide behind the shield of my illusion" makes me think it pertains to azazel
bird in space: oh this ones a bit tricky. i think ive reached the songs that no longer fit the lore we've been given thus far. so the only thing i can think rn is jophiel enjoying earthly pleasures? not rlly sure
angel, won't you call me?: oh fuckkk is this about a fight they have? "I fled at the face of my rival. When I felt his breath at the back of my neck. Angel, won't you call?" theres no way that isnt about azazel saying smth and then leaving, only to be scared he severed his tie to the only person thats been nice to him.
the stranger: first of this is a bop and im loving it. very groovy. the first thing that comes to mind is the "choose your faces wisely" prophecy. ooo is this about jophiel trying to convince azazel hes still meant to be an angel? that he wasnt meant to fall? also, the last verse is sticking out to me... not sure why
all i think about now: fuckkkkk this is giving me the vibes of jophiel finding out azazel Fell cuz of him and feeling guilty about it. "If I'm late, can I thank you now?" FUCKING OW?? oh yeah for sure this is about jophiel finding out and being sucker punched with guilt
ill be your mirror: oh goddd this song. i know crowley listens to this song but i cant remember what its about so lets see. AH SHIT YEAH THATS RIGHT. okay so jophiel reminds azazel that he is inherently good, regardless of if hes a demon. thats what im getting from this (also just tihnking of that ask i sent about the reflective sunglasses bthwjegkrw)
me and my husband: okay all im getting from this is "they r down bad". they r very very very much in love. getting vibes of this being after they stop the apocolypse. or maybe their feelings developing thru the centuries
time in a bottle: oh man this song always gets me. okay so, this and the last song r giving the oh-shit-i-might-be-in-love vibes. but this one is with jophiel's pov, while me and my husband is azazel's
ritz note: the last couple songs have been cute and lovey and i am now terrified of what the next ones r gonna be. cuz i know this fandom. and i am not ready for the pain. i am afraidddd
lonesome town: i fucking called it i knew the happy wouldnt last 😭😭 they had a fight didnt they. yeahhh they had a fight. FUCK why is this so sad but so pretty
across the universe: is this one sad too??? hang on theres a bit thats not in english, what does that mean... "Hail to the Heavenly Teacher." okay so i assume this is an azazel song. this is just making me think of the bookshop fire, but its azazel thinking jophiel died 😭 ....i am staring at the lyircs. i am glaring at the lyrics. this song MEANS something. i just dont know what. but its important. im squinting at it very hard (note: i came back to this song and am STILL glaring at it. its like. its like im seeing it covered in sand but i know theres gold underneath. i cant SEE the gold, but i know its there. this is driving me nuts /pos)
no wonder i: hm.. im not rlly sure with this one. OH?? is this azazel finding out heaven isnt that good?? "Suddenly I'm not so sure. That intentions can be pure." hmmmmmmm
what do they know?: holy shit okay this is a completely different kind of song than the others. im.... glaring at these lyrics too. feels like a plot point but cant tell what it is. i think its about jophiel? maybe heaven too?? idk im grasping at straws with this one
sea of love: oh yay a happy song again 😌 okay this is just short and sweet. gives me forgiveness and/or confession vibes.
who are you, really?: this one sounds important and i am glaring!! makes me think of "we dont need heaven we dont need hell" and also "a demon/angel that goes along with hell/heaven as far as he can". also just makes me think of jophiel speaking.
the moon will sing: i fucking love this song but i dont think ive ever looked at the lyrics so lets goooo. right away i see "I could have been anyone, anyone else. Before you made the choice for me" and think of aziraphale asking and falling for jophiel, and in a way making the choice of jophiel staying an angel. "Instead, I made a bed with apathy" jophiel trying not to care about a random demon. "I shine only with the light you gave me" jophiel giving azazel ideas on how to do "good" while being "bad". also with that line, thinking of azazel saying that to god and being sad about having fallen AUGHH i have a whole animatic in my head with this song and im losing my mind
matephor: hnnnn another important sounding song. jophiel vibes. fight song perhaps?? "Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me" azazel vibes??? this one is elusive to me but i love it. okay im slowly getting more azazel vibes. like azazel trying to convince jophiel that he is a demon and fell for a reason
providence: right away getting "heaven and hell r bad" vibes. OHH okay okay this is giving me hella jophiel vibes, but specificly snarky and sassy jophiel vibes. of being like "oh yes heaven is oh so great, we kill children! but its for the greater good, of course. gotta beat hell and all that, even at the cost of innocents. all for the almighty and her ineffable plan." (this song is a bop omg)
earth angel: oh i know this one but only with crowley and aziraphale, so im excited to listen to it with an oopsie omens mind set. omg wait why does it hit HARDER. love sick azazel is such a cute image 🥺🥰
what more can i do: hmm.. them being in love but knowing its "forbidden"? cant tell who i imagine with it more
starman: this is just them. classic good omens song, regardless of the au. love to see it 💖
a pearl: AH FUCK ANOTHER SAD ONE. mitski whyy. hm.. azazel song? jophiel?? i think jophiel... tho my mind might be turning to mush at this point so im not sure. one of them is sad
duvet: oh def azazel vibes. oh maybe some jophiel vibes too?? i can see it swaping povs. i think it fits azazel more tho.
ritz note: OKAY the next song is in a different language and for a split second i legit thought i was having a stroke when i pulled up the lyrics ngl bgkewrrkjq
différent de toi: no idea what this song is about but its pretty 😊
oh thats all of them! i think the first half is more coherent observations, while the second half is just... rambling a bit lmao. idk if any of this makes sense. i might also be looking for things that arent there with these songs, but oh well. this was fun!
and now, after looking back at them all, i really does just slowly derail near the end lmao
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cozy-earthbaby · 11 months
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3 of a Soul - (part 2)
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Drake was really starting to get on Damien's nerves.
Correction. The oldest three of the batfam were getting on his nerves, but it was Drake's fault.
It started with him and Todd discussing some dingy cafe at the edge of Parks Row. Todd was suspicious of how calm it was, so Drake looked into it. The usual background check and stake out. The place was clean.
Then Drake kept going there.
That then in turn made Todd more upset, who then dragged Grayson into the mess.
Which brought him here.
Standing in front of the aforementioned cafe alongside Drake and Grayson. Todd refused to go till the establishment had Grayson's approval. The tacky sign contained an idiotic pun that got a laugh out of the oldest.
"Don't know why Jay-bird has a problem with this place, seems quite wonderful to me!" Grayson's chipper mood only seemed to sour Damien's.
"And I told you both I had this handled! I don't know why you need to be here?" Drake complained, tired eyes glancing at them. "It's just a cafe."
"Tch. We really shouldn't be wasting our time with this non-sense. However, Todd would only continue to whine. He's under the impression you're not taking this seriously." Damien huffed out. It really did feel like a waste of time.
As they entered the doorbell announced their presence. A short darkhaired young man with pale skin and a troublesome smile sat at the counter greeted them. Bright blue eyes piercing into them. Damien felt himself shiver. Damien never shivered.
"Tim! My favorite coffee addict! Always good ta see ya! Your usual? Oh! Who're your friends?" The midwestern drawl stood out immediately as he addressed Drake, Smile growing with a wink. Drake in return turned a light shade of red. Tch. Pitiful.
"H-Hey Danny! Yeah, yeah that'll be great! And these are my brothers. Dick and Damien. They wanted to check this place out." Drake was attempting the small talk like his foot was in his mouth. Honestly pitiful.
Danny punched in Drake's order as he looked Grayson up and down, an almost evil grin placing itself on his face. "You go by Dick? On purpose?" The snark was thick in his voice, mischief in his eyes. Before Grayson could defend himself, a male voice with a New York accent called from the back as someone emerged.
"Danny! Play nice!" The New Yorker was a sight, an objectively handsome young man with chestnut hair that almost glowed and sweet honey doe eyes that seemed to sparkle. He was built similar to Grayson, slightly taller through. His face, smile, and eyes were warm and open, a contrast to Danny's sharp watching gaze. "Sorry about him. Don't know what Tim's told you, but Danny is house trained." The tease caught Danny's attention.
"Peeeeetey! I was just askin' a question! I was bein' friendly." The shorter boy draped himself over his coworker.
A snort was earned. "Yeah. Sure." The chestnut-haired man said drily, rolling his eyes as he redirected his attention to the brother's. "Sorry again. Names Peter. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent took on a more friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. Damien felt his mouth go dry. Tch. What a bother.
"No problem Peter! As you heard, I'm Dick, this is Damien, and this is our first time. Timmy here is such a fan, we just had to check it out!" Grayson, ever the social butterfly, was already laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Drake. "Any recommendations? Unlike certain people... Some of us like to actually taste their coffee." The wink he sent Peter was probably a bit much. However, he was rewarded with a gentle laugh from Peter. The angelic sound made Damien feel warm and uncomfortable. It was apparent that he was not the only one effected, judging by the pink on both his brother's faces. Tch. Pitiful. Truly Pitiful.
"Alright. Alright. How about this? I surprise you two and tell you about the drink after?" Peter seemed excited by the idea. "I bet I can guess pretty close to what you'll like. Just let me know if you have any dietary restrictions." There was a Glimmer in his eye Damien couldn't place.
"I think that's wonderful! How about it Dami?" Grayson's hopeful eyes were that of a kicked puppy. Tch. Unbelievable.
"Fine. I'll partake in this ridiculous game. My dietary restriction is Vegan." Damien tried not to notice how Grayson lit up as he spoke.
"Awesome! Two special orders and one regular coming right up!" Peter rung them up than dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.
After a moment of silence, Grayson spoke.
" So~ THAT'S why you keep coming back here, huh?" The suggestive tone caught both Drake and Damien off guard.
"Wa- NO! I- DONT!" It had appeared that the foot had returned to Drake's mouth. "Seriously Dick. What even? I come her for the coffee. It's relaxing here! Danny and Peter are fun! Also! I COME HERE FOR THE COFFEE!!!" Drake's face got redder and redder as he spoke. Tch.
"Hey, hey, hey! I was just teasing! Just teasing!" Grayson amended. "But it looks like you were right. Nothing crazy going on here other than that Danny trying Peter's patience. I'll let Jason know."
"Tch. Danny is an idiot. " There was no doubt about that. The man was a fool.
"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter said it's just how things are back home for him, and that he and Ro have been working on breaking that habit of his."
"Ro?"
"Oh yeah. You guys haven't seen them yet. Yeah. They stay in the back mostly. Very chill. Puts up with those two like a champ. If you two start coming around more, you might see them."
"Huh." Grayson went into thought with this new information.
"Tch."
Silence fell over the group as they made it over to one of the booths. No sooner had they sat down, had Peter arrived with the drinks.
"Ok boys. Give these a shot and tell me what you think." Peter could have been vibrating, he was so excited. It was almost cute. Tch.
Both Damien and Grayson cautiously brought their cups to their mouths, sipping slowly. Damien felt his Eyes go wide. It was his favorite kind of tea! The kind that took months for Pennyworth to get right. And here it was. Perfect, just how he liked it.
Slowly, Damien turned to the puppy eyes and friendly faced New Yorker, shock still setting in. Peter notice and a proud grin grew on his lips.
Rewarded with a laugh, Damiens fetchers softened.
Maybe this place wasn't so bad.
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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months
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“delicate touches”
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❤︎ synopsis — some awful experiences have left you broken and undesired… that all changes when terzo offers a new way to feel that love
pairing: papa terzo x fem!reader
theme: smut ❣︎ , fluff ✿
a/n: an anon sent this idea in my inbox and i liked it so much i had to write it as a fic. enjoy my lovelies~
the original ask is here.
cw: nsfw content. p in v. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. dirty talk. pet names (italian names included cuz terzo). praise kink. slight bondage. fingering. creampie. terzo being a loving and caring man <3
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“ah, you mean to tell me you don’t find it appealing at all?” terzo asked the woman sitting across from his table, she just nodded and gently sipped the cup of tea in her hands.
“nope, it’s just not for me.” y/n replied while setting the cup down on the table, enjoying the calm and quiet atmosphere of the ministry’s garden.
she had been well acquainted with the church for a while as a sister of sin, so she’s been around long enough to get to know everyone, including the current papa emeritus, terzo.
y/n had been invited out for a small hangout with terzo, just talking about nothing in particular, until terzo brought up the topic of sex.
she didn’t know how the topic came up, really they were just talking about random things. but it’s not like she was grossed out our anything, y/n was just happy to be spending her time with terzo.
“also i’m kind of… inexperienced too. i’m no virgin by any means, but i just never really experienced it all that much to really understand the appeal.” y/n added on, keeping her hands on her lap while terzo just nodded along.
“i see…” the satanic pope hummed, quietly assessing the sister’s words before speaking again. “i hope you don’t mind me asking, piccolina, but why is that the case? i expect a fine young woman like yourself to be wanted by many people.”
terzo’s words were not hurtful or judging, but rather expressing genuine curiosity with a slight hint of concern. the sincerity in his tone was enough to make y/n’s cheeks blush faintly, but nevertheless she stayed composed.
“bad experience with other people.” she said, her tone almost sounding saddened, but she kept herself in check. “i’ve only ever slept with two other men. however, one of them just seemed disinterested and the other one ended up harming me, only thinking about his pleasure instead of mine.”
terzo let out a soft, almost sad sigh at the sound of it. he didn’t like hearing that. to think a beautiful and gracious young woman like y/n, would be treated so carelessly like an object in bed. it didn’t sit well with terzo, and it made him upset, but he didn’t dare to show that to the sister.
“that’s terrible, cara. it’s unfortunate that you ended up sleeping with such sad excuses of human beings.” the emeritus said, his voice almost turning into a bitter hiss. that caught the attention of y/n.
terzo was always known for being a gentle and caring man, always watching out for his ghouls, siblings of sin and his brothers. however, he seemed awfully bothered by this fact for some reason. y/n didn’t quite pick up on it… but the sight of seeing terzo being so careful and mindful of her well-being.
it was nothing like how those previous men treated her in the sheets.
“please do not worry, papa terzo. it was a long time ago, it barely bothers me now.” the sister insisted, trying to reassure terzo it was okay.
she was lying through her teeth though. truth to be told, she was greatly bothered by it. the people around her have always talked about their sex life and sexual experiences like it was the most magical thing ever. how the closeness and intimacy of it all was a feeling like no other.
it almost felt surreal to her.
she just wished she could relate to them.
a deafening, almost discomforting silence hung between the two of them now, neither one saying a word. as y/n was about to speak, terzo beat her to the punch.
“i’m going to be blunt with you, cara.” terzo started out, before continuing on.
“i don’t want you thinking sex is as mundane and uneventful as it is in your mind. it can be wonderful… a truly magical experience that expands beyond pleasure.”
his hands slowly found their way to y/n’s hands, gently taking them and faintly tracing shapes and patterns into the palm of her hand. her eyes widened and she blushed, but she didn’t pull her hand away.
terzo’s hands were so gentle…
“terzo…” y/n trailed off, feeling both flattered and conflicted.
“i want to change that for you.” terzo admitted, his tone fully serious. “those men weren’t the ones for you. they won’t be able to give you pleasure like i can. please, tesoro… let me show you.”
y/n’s breath hitched at the mere suggestion of it. to think that a papa like terzo would be doing this for her?!it made her heart race… how could she accept something like this? she wanted to… but she was scared.
and yet, her heart was still beating a little faster.
terzo noticed that the girl was stunned, so he kept on speaking in a more soft tone.
“i promise i’ll be gentle. i’ll even throw in some exciting things here and there to make it memorable… you deserve it. because no one, especially you, should be treated so horribly in bed.”
satan dammit, his words were so suave and charming. that was just terzo’s natural charisma getting to y/n. not only was the offering tempting, but it was an opportunity to finally experience what she’s been missing out on.
even if it scared her a little bit, she was willing to take that leap.
with a shaky sigh… she nodded at terzo. “alright, i’ll do it with you.”
terzo wore a delighted and slightly shocked smile, satisfied with the answer. he gripped y/n’s hands a little more firmly before whispering into her ear.
“then let’s take this to my bedroom. shall we?”
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it all happened so fast.
from heavy and steamy kisses, to stripping down every piece of clothing ‘till nothing was left, y/n found herself in quite the predicament.
squirming against the red rope that bound her wrists together on terzo’s bed frame, while letting out breathy, but heavenly moans; y/n was in a state of bliss, feeling quite pleasured from his terzo’s fingers were slipping in and out of her wet entrance.
“mmmh… that’s it, dolcezza … you’re doing great..” terzo whispered sweetly into her ear, staying on her side as he thrusted his fingers inside of her tight hole, being precise with his movements, and hitting all of the sweet spots that had y/n’s legs shaking.
the red rope binding her wrists together was rather secure, but it wasn’t tight. it only added more to the lust brewing within y/n as terzo thrusted his fingers into her puckered hole, brushing against her sensitive nerves and making that slickness between her legs more wet.
“hnnngh… i-i didn’t know you could make someone— ahh~ feel so good with just your fingers…” the sister managed to choke up through her choked up moans. terzo only let out a seductive chuckle and curled his fingers inside of her, making y/n squeal when she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her g-spot
“ahh you have no idea, cara… ohh~ i can make you feel so much better than those dirtbags..” terzo whispered, but it was mostly to himself. he knew it was true; he could definitely make y/n feel better than her past two, unlucky experiences.
the third emeritus wanted to make it special for y/n. he wanted it to be meaningful instead of just mindless sex. that feeling of pure euphoric bliss and overwhelming pleasure is something that terzo felt y/n deserved; especially because she was so beautiful.
ah least to him, she was that beautiful.
terzo continued to thrust his fingers in and out as he fucked y/n’s puckered, slick hole. he was moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to hit all of those sensitive nerves, and he hit a particular spot that had y/n’s legs shaking.
“oh my,” terzo breathlessly muttered out, noticing how her legs were twitching. “i hit your sweet spot, didn’t i?”
y/n nodded to confirm his words, and her voice was raspy with need and desperation. “yes. keep moving them there, please.”
terzo hummed to indicate his agreement, and he started to thrust his fingers more harshly inside of her, hitting that sweet spot. the pope craned his head to bury itself against y/n’s neck as he planted kisses across her flesh, sucking on the skin and littering hickeys all over her skin.
y/n just whined and instinctively writhed against the rope holding her wrists together, feeling her soaking wet walls clamp around terzo’s fingers. she couldn’t help it, he was moving them in such a good way, and the sounds sounded so erotic; but it only turned y/n on even more.
she has never felt like this in her entire life… but maybe this experience will give her a new perspective on sex.
“fuck you’re so tight around my fingers, dolcezza.” terzo cursed breathlessly, being sure to hit all of those right areas inside of y/n while she panted and whined heavily. “so wet too… ahh~ you’re such a good girl.”
that seemed to make the slickness between her legs more intense from that pet name, and terzo took notice of it quickly, smirking seductively.
“you like it when i call you a good girl, eh?” he teased, and the sister tried to look away to hide her blushing face.
“d’awww.. don’t be shy… there’s nothing to be scared of, cara.” terzo purred softly into her ear, continuing to finger y/n while he whispered sweet nothings to her, leaving tender kisses across her cheek and jawline.
“my good… good girl… taking my fingers so well…” terzo praised, sliding his fingers in deeper.
“t-terzo…” y/n croaked out more loudly, her legs twitching more from how terzo moved his fingers in such an experienced way.
suddenly, the pope pulled out his fingers. y/n whined from the feeling, her walls clenching around nothing. terzo’s fingers and y/n’s wet pussy left a trail of her glistening juices connecting to each other, and terzo moaned at the sight.
“fuck that’s hot.” he rasped out with a lustful tone, and he moved to lick his fingers— getting a taste of y/n’s juices.
taking out his fingers with a pop sound, terzo looked down at the sister and smirked, before gently moving his hands to her inner thighs and pushing them apart slightly.
“spread those pretty little legs for me, i’m going to fill you up now.”
she didn’t even think twice and nodded to terzo’s words, opening her legs for terzo to have access, and exposing her gaping, slick hole to the pope, and he could feel himself getting even more hard from the sight.
“satan above, tesoro. you’re such a turn on.” terzo whispered underneath his breath, praising y/n’s figure like she was a forbidden angel sent from the heavens themselves.
terzo was quick to undo the fly on his pants, pulling his boxers down with them, letting his hardened cock spring free from its restraints. y/n’s gaze was locked onto terzo’s girth, and she didn’t think she wanted him inside of her more than ever now.
is this what feeling lust was like? what it truly was supposed to be? because if so, y/n wouldn’t mind experiencing it over and over again.
“please, terzo.” y/n practically begged, her voice as quiet as a mouse. “put it inside of me.”
terzo’s eyes widened with delight, and he quickly smirked. he shimmied his hips closer to y/n’s, grabbing one of her legs and putting it over his shoulder while one of his hands firmly gripped the soft flesh on her thigh.
“with pleasure.” he grunted out. aligning the head of his cock to tease her wet entrance, terzo pushed himself inside of y/n. the sensation of y/n’s vaginal walls clenching around the hardened shaft was enough to make both of them gasp loudly from the pleasure.
“a-ah! fuck!” y/n choked out. she wasn’t used to the penetrating feeling, considering her previous experiences. but terzo made it feel so fucking good. “you’re so big…”
“shit. you’re tight.” terzo gasped out between breaths, keeping himself still inside of the sister, letting her adjust to his size before he started moving.
y/n was squirming around slightly underneath terzo, accommodating herself to his size, despite the difficulty. the pipe brought his head down to y/n’s lips and started to make out with her passionately, distracting her from the feeling of his dick being buried deeply within her pussy.
After a bit of deep kissing and tongue dancing, the two of them parted lips, a trail of glimmering saliva connected between their mouths. the thread of spit cut off, and their hips were still pressed together tightly.
“i’m going to start moving now.” terzo breathed out, and y/n just nodded.
his hip thrusts started slow and sensual. terzo’s cock was stretching out y/n’s pussy hole so much, but it burned in the most pleasurable way possible. the last time this happened, the guy was going too fast for y/n to even feel good.
but terzo wasn’t just thinking of himself. he was also thinking of y/n, and of her pleasure.
it only made the heat pooling at the core of y/n’s stomach much more intense.
“l-lucifer fuck yes, terzo… don’t stop..” she silently begged, moving her hands to dig her painted nails into her boss’ back, and terzo whined from the feeling.
“no way in hell am i stopping.” terzo moaned out, slowly moving his hips a little faster. “not when you feel this good, my love.”
terzo kept on thrusting at a reasonable pace, keeping his movements precise, before he slowly started to speed up a little more. the pope was pounding into y/n’s tight little hole like it was the last cunt he’d ever get. she was so tight around him, it felt so fucking good.
and y/n seemed to be thinking the same thing. her moans slowly got louder as terzo thrusted more, to the point where her noises sounded borderline pornographic. but that didn’t faze terzo at all. in fact, it just made him move faster.
“t-terzo! terzo please!” she cried out in pure ecstasy, the overwhelming waves of lust, pleasure and arousal clouding y/n’s mind.
“f-fuck you’re clenching my cock so well… y-yes just like that, tesoro..” terzo grunted out, keeping one of y/n’s legs over his shoulder as he thrusted into her. “such a good fucking girl for me.. taking my dick so well.. i’m sure those other men can’t make you feel as good as i can, eh?”
terzo was right. those other men y/n slept with couldn’t even compare to how good the third emeritus was in bed. they never watched out for her like this, never made her feel such sensations that had both of their bodies trembling.
she would love to do this again with terzo.
the red ropes binding y/n’s wrists together rubbed against her skin as terzo slammed into her at a rougher pace, making her body shift against the mattress and the bed creak. his cock was rubbing against all of the right spots in her cunny, causing little spurts of her juices to spurt out as she neared her climax.
“n-nngh! t-terzo i’m so close! h-hahh!” y/n whined out, her legs tightening around terzo’s waist.
“g-good… i’m going to fill you with all of my cum it’ll still be dripping out of you after weeks.” terzo groaned out dirtily, his movements getting more frantic as he also was nearing a release.
his thumb moved to rub against y/n’s clit at a quick, yet punishing pace, making her hips jerk forward and her head be thrown back as she screamed terzo’s name.
cum spurted everywhere out of y/n. her cunt clenched tightly around terzo’s shaft while she came all over his dick. the sticky liquid shot out like a jet and she was still twitching during her release.
meanwhile, terzo followed suite. ropes of thick, hot cum came bursting out of him, filling up y/n’s hole as he painted her insides white. there was so much in his load that even some of his essence was trickling out of her hole.
soon after, both of them were left panting heavily on the bed, terzo’s arms barley holding his body up as he hovered over y/n’s breathless figure. slowly, he pulled out of y/n’s pussy, making her whine from the feeling of emptiness that engulfed her.
terzo then slumped down onto the bed next to y/n, and gently pulled her into his arms, caressing her hair softly while cuddling. despite her body still twitching from the aftershocks of sex, y/n still melted into terzo’s touch.
“…. thank you,” y/n whispered into terzo’s neck, and he looked down at her with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow.
“for what, amore?” he asked with a charming grin, but he had an idea of what she wanted to say.
the sister was so incredibly thankful for terzo’s offer, for making her feel so good. she’s never felt this good in a while… and y/n believed that she wouldn’t have gotten that experience with any other man.
how lucky she was.
“for giving me the fuck of a lifetime.” y/n answered with a more confident grin. terzo was taken aback by her boldness, but he quickly smirked and pressed a kiss against her cheek.
“of course.”
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HEY HEY GHESTIE CONGRATS MR DEWDROP LOVED YOUR STICKER AND PUT IT ON HIS GUITAR IM SURE HE LOVES IT HES LIKE OH THANK YOU GOOD JOB ITS SO CUTE
HI HI! why thank you! Everyone is being so nice about this, its very warming since i didn't even know he would do this.
I already talked about it on twitter, but i think I'mma go into detail here for those who have no twitter, and also because i have more space for rants.
For starters, im a very anxious person. I am aware of everything and everyone in my surroundings, and i don't like to bother people. Miraculously, i made some friends there and they helped me be more comfortable (this was my first concert ever, not even first ritual just concert in general). I tried showing Sodo my sticker during ritual, but to no avail he didn't see it, and i don't blame him it must be hard to see with that mask, and i was in an awkward place (between middle and right stage, front row). One of his picks also accidentally hit me in the face but thats another topic lol
After ritual they tweeted about some event going on. We decided to go check it out since they said they'll be around. I didn't think we would see them but sure enough they arrived to take a look a bit later. My mind was set on giving him the sticker because it was now or never, but i didn't feel comfortable doing so, and so my friends just pushed me near him. I was afraid he would reject it, and at first i felt like i was being a bother, but as soon as he realized i was handing him a sticker his face just lighted up with a smile. I still remember his exact words when he went to grab it. He thanked me, looked it for a bit and said it was adorable. When i tell you this man was the sweetest and spoke to me softly im not exaggerating, he was such a sweetheart. After that i had to leave immediately because again, insecurities and i was shaking very badly so i turned around and went back to my spot. I dunno if he wanted to say something about it, cuz when i looked back he had come closer to my friends and they were talking about something. They left soon after, i think they went to see another concert playing on that venue.
That said, i was certainly sure he may have lost the sticker because of how many people were there and the probability of it falling on accident, and i forgot to give him a backup. I didn't mind if he would have lost it, it was just a sticker after all, but almost a week later i get a message at 3 am from a fan (if you're reading this, thank you so much i wouldn't have known without you) who recognized the sticker from my Instagram story. I didn't have words, i actually was mentally denying the fact it could be my sticker because thats such a great honor. I saw all the comments from people saying that was so on brand for him and that the sticker was cute and it really made me feel nice about it. Even now i still can't believe he liked it enough to be like welp this is going on the guitar lmao
It goes to show how a simple gesture as using a sticker can mean so much for others, and in this case it really made me feel more confident about it. It makes me wish i could thank him for it, a proper thank you. Seeing how they said they had one of the best tours at my ritual, im sure they're gonna come back at some point, so hopefully by then I'll be able to thank him properly, because this not only helped me with my own self esteem, but also with my art career, as seen as people really liked it and would want stickers too.
And thats what I'll do, hopefully my adhd allows me to lol. But thats basically the gist of it, sorry for the long rant. Theres so much that went on, and so much going on in my mind. I appreciate everyone who's spreading the word, and all the kind words about it. And i appreciate Dew for giving my sticker a special place in his heart. Thank you for reading
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nerves-nebula · 3 months
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i feel sooo sick haha like. what words am i allowed to use for my oppression as a trans masculine person, genuinely. how am i supposed to express the intersection of the systemic misogyny i face with my transness cuz despite it being an intersection of transphobia and misogyny we can't really use transmisogyny (which is reasonable. Like, i get it, that'd be confusing and that term wasn't made with us in mind) but like. where IS the term made with us in mind? where's one that hasn't been run into the ground by people who take it in bad faith?
where's the terms and theories made by us about our place in and outside the gender binary and how we're a threat to it that society hates, where's those theories that are taken seriously by other trans people! and if they exist outside of a few rambling tumblr blogs then why haven't i seen them.
every time i see a term coined to address my specific set of intersections people absolutely HATE it because they hate the idea that anything even vaguely masculine could be the point of oppression. i'm not even a man, i've got no affiliation with men, i've got tits and a beard. people call me she and her every day. there is like bare bones nothing for me.
every day i see people insist over and over that terfs and transphobes don't target us, that they never targeted butches, that because in some places girls can have short hair we're prolly just fine. as if terfs and transphobes don't use "mutilated little girls" as a talk point and see us as traitors and try to correctively rape us- as if they don't want us as dead as everyone else just because you don't pay attention when they say they do.
andd like. nobody gives a shit??? about us?? ever??? about our rates of rape and suicide?? about our reproductive rights?? we are almost always an afterthought and our terminology is ridiculed mercilessly or we're called "afabs" and told we're trying to talk over transfeminine experiences even when we're actively trying to point out the similarities between different kinds of trans peoples lives! i see myself in you and you can't see me as anything but an annoying "afab" whining hysterically??!!!! how is that not misogyny??? cuz i've got a beard????
AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW WHITE PEOPLE FACTOR INTO THIS.
and i go on here and see all these posts that are trying to be progressive about shit but do it by separating us into afab and amab and insisting that our experiences are just SO DIFFERENT. its miserable. i am miserable. it's so isolating.
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mingyu on a phone call with woozi or their manager or some shit but he’s struggling cuz ur on your knees sucking him off
stole this from my main blog lol
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you and mingyu were…busy in his room when he got a call from jihoon. busy as in, you were fully sucking him off when his phone started ringing. you looked up at him with wide eyes and pleaded with him silently not to fucking answer that, but mingyu was far too confident in his acting abilities to turn down a challenge and he figured it might be important so he accepted the call anyway.
“hey!” jihoon's familiar voice bubbled from over the phone.
“what's up,” mingyu said easily with a smile. You were still frozen with your mouth around him, not confident enough to move yet, so mingyu was had no trouble carrying on a normal conversation.
“Where’s y/n?”
you stared straight up at mingyu, daring him to make eye contact with you, but he didn’t break.
“she’s on the phone, I think.” you could practically see the gleam in his eye. he thought he was funny. 
“bummer, tell her I say hi!”
mingyu nodded. “I’ll let her know.”
“is your throat still sore from yesterday?”
you figured now was as good a time as any to fuck with gyu so you resumed bobbing your head up and down in his lap, slowly enough so that you wouldn’t make any noise, but fast enough to make your boyfriend squirm.
your actions had the desired effect. mingyu cleared his throat before answering. “um, a little, i think. it's, fuck, it's a little better but still sore.”
“damn, i was hoping to get you back in the studio today but we should probably wait until you're feeling back to normal.”
you picked up the pace ever so slightly and mingyu's eyes fluttered shut. he was silent for a moment before he realized that jihoon was probably waiting for him to agree. 
“yeah, you're right. that's probably a good idea.”
“are… are you okay, gyu?” jihoon asked, likely noticing how mingyu's breathing was faltering.
mingyu scoffed. “yeah, i'm fine.”
“mhm.” you could picture jihoon narrowing his eyes in suspicion and wanted to laugh. “then tell me, what were we just talking about?”
mingyu pursed his lips together to stifle a moan as you began to hum softly. you smirked around him as you could tell you’d effectively made his mind go blank. 
“shit,” he cursed as he focused both on trying to remember the conversation he was literally just having and not bucking up into your mouth at the same time. “i remember, i swear- i just- shit.”
for a second you wondered if jihoon had caught on to what was going on because mingyu was absolutely shit at this. whatever smug cockiness he’d had going into the call had evaporated as he was at your mercy now. you could tell he was close by the way he was fighting to keep his eyes open and how he brought one hand down to grip your hair harshly.
you knew jihoon would never let the two of you live this down if he knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. mingyu looked so pretty right now and it was all because of you. his hair was a little wild from your fingers running through them before you’d gotten down on your knees for him, his lips were swollen from your kisses, and his were muscles taught with restraint.
you saw his abs tighten under his sweatshirt and knew he was right there, barely holding back from falling over the edge. “listen, ji-jihoon, can i- can i call you back?”
“yeah, I think you’d better,” jihoon said in confused voice before you heard the line go dead.
“fuck, baby,” mingyu moaned out once you were alone and didn’t waste any time before letting go and cumming in spurts down your throat. he took a second to regain himself before staring back down at you. “fuck, baby, you almost made me lose it on the phone.”
you popped off of him with a smirk. “oops.”
he narrowed his eyes at you as his phone lit up with another call from seokmin. 
“don’t worry I’ll get you back.”
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Since this is a safe space, I too have my confessions for the Summit Audio and other plot stuff as well. This is very long so bear with me
*drum roll 🥁🥁🥁🥁*
I am disappointed with Darlin's storyline! :DD
What the hell happened to character development? And can we please keep talking about how it's getting annoying when Darlin just stands there while everyone else just speaks for them? I've been waiting for so long for the moment where we get to see that Darlin' finally stopped hopping on the fight/defensive option immediately without thinking shit through.
Cuz I know damm well they were already planning on giving Alexis the business when they heard her voice. I was waiting on them to be more verbal and civil with their confrontation rather than jumping to "You know I've fought vampires before, right?" Like COME ONNN MAN
I agree with the other recent confessions in this blog cuz yeah, will they ever get the agency they deserve?? And what the hell was up with Porter coming in to "save the day" and Sam zipping back out of know where (btw where the hell have you been bro??). And even when Alexis left, Darlin still wasn't able to get a word in.
Does Darlin notice this too or are we never gonna get that moment where they finally snap and make people remember that they are an adult and can progress their life by making their own decisions. They don't always need someone for that and it takes away from their "independence".
Plus ( as much as I love my cowboy) woulda been more upset to Sam when he not only not listened to Darlin talk as they told him what bullshit she said to them and give them the reassurance they needed in that moment, mf started sayin shit like "she's a real person under there, I know it" because no way in hell would I believe that if the person we're talking about is proud of ASSAULTING a person she "claims to love" and also waited until the Monarchal Summit to confront Darlin where there's tons of people around to confront them like a pissy, jealous school girl.
Also I feel like Darlin and David's relationship hasn't been done well enough. Not even just them and David but just the pack in general. The smash tournaments and Solstice party's are cool but when are we actually gonna have a video where it's just the pack? No mates, Sam included and it's just the four of them? (i.e. David, Ash, Darlin, and Milo)
To me, it makes a lot of sense why Darlin felt out of place cuz they don't get mentioned a lot when they're not around, only when Sam is included in the conversation. It feels like they don't exist without their mate around so it's not fully Darlin's fault that they left and ended up in the wrong crowd.
And it's frustrating to see those chat group posts where it's supposed to be The Packs Mates Groupchat thingy but instead of Sam they put Darlin in. Or Sam is there but so is Darlin. Like huh??? Is Sam a part of the damm pack now???? All the more reason why I get Darlin' almost leaving the pack, they seem as someone who's forgettable.
Erik should at least give Darlin a nickname name or some code shit to address them without just having to say "my pack member" or "my partner", and (my least favorite) "Sam's mate". Just give them the nick name Tank like everyone else so you don't have to worry about addressing them by saying anything vague and unspecific.
Sorry but Darlin feels too much like a character than a listener to be written as someone who just stands there from the sidelines and watches as everyone speaks for them. I NEED them to be making a decision that continues the plot, not someone who made it for them. They deserve better as a character and I will die on that hill. BUT that's just me. Have a good day/night!
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moonlightazriel · 1 year
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Son of the Darkness X /// Azriel X F!Reader
Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?
Warnings: Some slut shaming cuz males suck
Word Count: 1,5K
Notes: Aaaaaaaaaaaa chapter 10, i couldn't be happier.
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Azriel walked around, the lights illuminating the night, children ran, throwing flowers around, people were laughing and the whole thing seemed magical, it was the first day of the festival, and he had never seen something like this, the moon was bright in the sky, the music sounded everywhere, faes played corded instruments, everyone singing, celebration everywhere. Since Eva was busy, Rhys and his family would only be able to come on the next day, they were still figuring out how to teleport people without needing the witches every time. 
Y/N was leading the way to the park, where they would participate in some public feast, he couldn’t be any more excited for that, all the way to the park, people would wave at him, smiling at him and greeting him, he liked that warm feeling in his chest whenever someone did that. 
The shades of green, silver, and red, to honor nature and the moon, were everywhere, including on Azriel, he was wearing a white button shirt, with a red blazer and red pants, and the crown atop his head was silver, glowing in the moonlight. Y/N's hair was braided, with small red flowers in between the hair, she was wearing light makeup, and the glittery shade made her look almost angelic in the night, she was wearing a green corset with flowers sewn onto it, with linen white pants. 
As they arrived, various tables were waiting for them, people chatted and some danced, he immediately recognized the males waving and calling Y/N, the other commanders from the army, he had met them in the camps, and as they approached, some drunkenly bowed to him. 
“Good to see you all, hope you are having a good time.” Azriel spoke and the males smiled. 
“The celebration in the camp is amazing, but nothing can compare to Thera.” Luther, the commander of the north division spoke, he was a huge male, and some scars marred the skin of his arms. His eyes were glued on Y/N, she had stopped to talk to a few people, Azriel noticed how he eyed her up and down, licking his lips as he did so. Azriel felt his body go rigid, the slight flaring of his wings and the weird feeling in his chest, he stretched his wings a little bit, the thick membrane covering her figure, Luther looked down and he had to hold back a smirk.
“Yeah, nothing can compare to Thera.” He agreed, sipping from the goblet in his hands, the wine sweet on his lips. He shivered, feeling someone touching his wing with the tips of their fingers.
“They are always impressive.” Her voice sounded and he closed his wings, giving space to her, she greeted the others at the table, smiling. “You still have to take me flying someday, I would love to see Thera from up there.” She looked at the sky and Azriel’s heart skipped a beat, she still wanted to go on a ride with him. 
“I can take you anytime, you just need to ask.” He spoke closer to her ear, her whole body shivered, she pressed her lips in a thin line, remembering that he was talking about taking her flying and not something else. 
“Do you want to dance Y/N?” Luther asked and she looked at him, his hand extended to her, she placed hers on top of his and he pulled her away from Azriel, he stood there, watching as the male placed his hand on her hips and she placed her arms around his neck, a much slower song started playing, the pang of jealousy in his chest stronger than ever. 
“You two are very close huh?” The male asked, Y/N lifted her gaze to him, his blue eyes piercing into her soul.
“Well, I work directly with him, it would be weird if we weren’t. Why do you ask?” She tried to brush him off, but something about this conversation made her uneasy. 
“Well, I’m just worried about you.” His voice was lower now like he was going to tell her a secret. She raised an eyebrow, confused. “You don’t want people thinking you two are together, you know how mean they can be.” Her mouth fell open, this couldn’t be happening.
“What?”
“Some are saying you’re warming his sheets for more power and status in court. I’m just warning you as your friend since no one else would tell you this, you have to stop whatever this is.” His tone, so “friendly”, made her stomach twist, she blinked a few times, her heart dropping to her stomach as she remembered how people would say the same thing about her mother. 
“You’re lying.” 
“Of course not, no one else is going to say a thing, they are afraid of you. Maybe you’re just following your mother’s footsteps.” She was keeping herself together by a thread, as his words reached her ears, that thread, so fragile ripped, making her lose her temper, she reached for her dagger, the cold blade pressed against his neck in seconds. 
“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my mother like this, not if you value your life.” He swallowed thickly against her blade. “What i have  or don’t have with him is none of anyone’s business, I made my name without him, and I don’t need a man to give me power.” The black mist started to leak from her hand, one by one, his senses were taken away from him, except his hearing. “I was born powerful.” 
“I think he learned his lesson.” Azriel's voice sounded behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder, making her calm down, she retrieved her shadows, and Luther fell to his knees, gasping for air. “We should go.” He guided her away, people stared at them, and he opened his wings again, shielding them from the curious eyes. 
He walked them to a more secluded place, almost in the woods, he sat them in front of a lake, the moonlight reflected on her teary eyes.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He offered, his shadows stood by her side, like guard dogs, ready to attack whoever hurt her. 
“Luther has always been an asshole. He’s Illipetor's nephew, and just like his uncle, he thinks he’s better than everyone and he should be nominated General of the Night Fall, ever since, he’s been trying to make my life a living hell, I don’t care about what he has to say about me, but using that dirty mouth to talk about my mother? I’m sorry, for causing a scene and making you miss the feast.” She apologized, she seemed so vulnerable at that moment that all Azriel thought to do was to pull her closer and hug her, she released a shaky breath and rested her head on his chest. 
“When my mother died, my stepbrothers would say terrible things about her, I was too little to defend her or myself, but no matter what they said about her, none of that was true and I knew it. I know your mother was an amazing woman, just like mine was, and she would be so proud of you.” She raised her head, the tears glistening on her cheeks, he wiped her face with his thumb.
“Do you think so?” 
“I know so, she would be just as proud of you as I am.” She then smiled at him, the sight melting his heart.
“Thank you, Az.”
“You don’t need to thank me, at least not for this.” She giggled.
“For what then?” She inquired.
“You are getting a private flying session tonight, and for that, you’re welcome.” She got up, looking excited but slightly scared.
“Like right now?” He nodded and she looked at him, nervously smiling. “What if we fall?”
 “Do you trust me?” He asked, extending a hand to her, she looked at it for a second, grabbing it and letting him pull her closer to his chest. “I will never let anything happen to you.” His hands grabbed her waist and she held onto his neck, closing her eyes she heard the sound of wings flapping when she opened her eyes again, they were high in the sky, almost touching the moon, it was a beautiful vision.  
He flew them around for a while, enjoying how she would surprisingly gasp sometimes, she enjoyed the sensation of having her in his arms, his heart yearning to be like this every day, to hold her and look at her in those beautiful eyes, to tell her how brave she was, how her beauty was so unbelievable that she could just be blessed by the cauldron and the Mother herself. He wanted to be hers and wanted her to be his, his heart so filled with happiness and love that it almost burst out of his chest, he didn’t care what others would say, he was willing to chase what his heart wanted for once, and he wanted her.
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