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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 5 months

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okay okay so in shrek forever after shrek has like one day to revert the magic and return the world to its original state or it become permanent for good (the only way to revert the magic is with true love kiss btw). what if magnus only realize his previous unmagicified life with alec like 5 minutes before it’s a new day. what then

Part I

Part III

Three months. It’s been three months since Magnus has been living with a huge ass whole inside his chest. Like he went for a surgery where the doctors cut him open but never stitched him back again.

Only the insane part about all of this is that Magnus doesn’t even remember the surgery he went in for.

He’s so fucking sure something is going on, that’s he’s losing it but there’s no one he can go to—no one he can confide in with this problem because how do you solve an issue that doesn’t even exist outside his mind.

But even if Magnus doesn’t understand most things, doesn’t have enough clues, one thing he is absolutely sure about. That this, all of this, connect to one man.

Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Ever since that Magnus met the man, he’s been feeling a hundred different kinds of way.

And he knows he has a tendency to exaggerate, has time and again blew things out of proportion for an infatuation or attraction but this isn’t it. While he knows he’s attracted to Alec and would love to climb him, he knows whatever this is, isn’t his libido making him feel.

This is something far deeper, far more significant.

“Magnus?” A voice, the voice brings him back from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Where did you go?” Alec asks. “We were discussing about the issue with the demon towers in Alicante.”

“Yes, of course. My apologies, Alexander,” he exhales.

“That’s okay.” Alec takes another sip of his drinks and winces, like he does every time.

I should have made him that other drink.

He’s been having random thoughts like this all the time.

That Alec would prefer a cocktail over this beer he keeps on asking for.

That he would like chocolate bars.

Or that he would like his coffee better if he’d put two cubes of sugar instead of one.

He doesn’t know why but he keeps on thinking he knows more about Alec than he does and what an insane fucking thought is that?

He finally goes to Catarina with this. It surprises him when Catarina doesn’t dismiss him.

“Weirder things have happened in our world, Magnus. If you think something is wrong, we should atleast check it.”

He pulls Cat in a hug, relieved that she believes him. Because of Cat doesn’t believe Magnus, what choices does he have left with?

They go over all the possible theories but come up with nothing.

And then everything goes to shit one fine night as the lot of shadowhunter stands in Magnus’s loft for a demon summoning.

Magnus remembers a demon summoning between the very same loft, one that hadn’t ended well. He’d hoped that this one would be different.

He’s proved wrong not ten minutes later when a memory of the person you loved the most resurfaces for everyone to see.

A memory of Clary smiling appears from Jace’s mind.

A memory of Simon and Alec laughing together from Isabelle.

Magnus sees a small smile appear on Alec’s face at the memory.

It’s Alec’s turn and there’s a memory of Isabelle and Jace and Max.

He expects Alec to smile at the memory but a sad smile appears on his face and Magnus wonders for a second before his heart breaks. He imagines how suffocating and heartbreaking it must be to be married and not in love.

Alec and Lydia do not love each other is a fact that Magnus picked up on very quickly. It’s a marriage of convenience.

He thinks of Alec’s rare smiles that he’s only ever witnessed occasionally. Alec is smart and beautiful and has a dry sense of humour that never fails to make him laugh.

He’s fighting for a better world for shadowhunters and downworlders. He fights every single minute of his life with the world and Magnus wishes that the man had one place, in his home, with his partner where he didn’t have to fight.

Alec sniffles at the memory and looks away but there’s a second when both their eyes match. Magnus looks away for he can’t see Alec in pain and it’s insane because he barely knows the man.

They’ve formed an easy friendship now but that’s what it is—a friendship. Because Alec is married, even if it’s in name, there are lines that Magnus would never cross. And Alec doesn’t seem the type to either.

Then Simon and Clary’s turn comes and for both of them, it’s a memory of the other one. They exchange a beautiful smile at that.

And then in an instant, everything turns to hell when it’s his turn because this time, it’s a memory of Alec.

It’s from one of those rare days when Alec laughed in a way that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. The memory focuses on Alec’s faces and anyone with a single functioning braincell could feel Magnus’s feelings.

“What the fuck?” Jace yells, followed by everyone else.

Alec breaks the circle as he stands up, his eyes widen, face filled with horror.

“Magnus—what?”

He looks embarrassed and it quickly changes to anger. “How could you—what?” Alec tries but nothing else comes up.

“Alexander, listen,” Magnus swallows, knowing that if Alec leaves, he’s never going to be able to fix this. Even though he doesn’t know what this is—he needs Alec to stay. “I know this must all be confusing. It’s for me as well but I think that there’s more to what we’re seeing. There’s something between us and I—-“

Alec raises a hand.

There’s a pin drop of silence before Alec stares at him, fire in his eyes as he says, “Don’t ever come near me again.”

Isabelle and Jace’s eyes sadden suddenly, as if they know, and he’s sure they know why Alec is so shocked about this. Isabelle puts a comforting hand on his shoulder before they all leave.

Clary tries to stay but Magnus asks her to leave.

He needs time.

He falls to the floor, clutching his head in his hand as he tries to figure out what’s wrong. He yells out of despair, of feeling like he’s living with half his organs, half his mind, half his memories and all the pain let’s him to lose control and Magnus unleashes his magic onto the world. He needs to get Alec out of his brain so he wracks inside his brain and takes out all the memories of Alec, from every pit and crevice inside his brain and throws them outside.

A few second in, Magnus is surrounded by blue magic around him, memories and memories of Alec around him. Magnus’s eyes widen as he goes through them.

There are hundreds of memories and he knows for a fact that while these are his memories, he doesn’t remember living them.

There’s his first meeting with Alec. First—first meeting.

Alec and Magnus playing polo.

Alec grinning as he cooks French roast for them.

Dancing.

Alec almost dying. Multiple times.

Magnus in Edom. Alec in Edom.

Smiles and happiness and love—so much love.

The one that completely breaks Magnus’s heart is the one where they’re getting married.

And their wedding night.

Alec becoming Inquisitor and kissing the daylights out of him when he tells him.

Then the memories turn more somber. Darker. Sadder.

“I want to go home.” “This is home, Magnus.”

He doesn’t even have to wait, he knows the words already on his lips.

“I wish I had never married you, Alexander.”

And Magnus remembers.

He remembers why it’s been feeling like he’s living without his heart—because he was. His heart was living outside his body, in a world that’s created by Magnus’s anger and despair.

One moment of weakness and Magnus’s entire life changed.

By his own doing.

“Alexander,” Magnus falls to the ground and cries for his husband. “What did I do?“

After a few hours of lying on the floor mourning his life, Magnus goes to Cat.

He tells her everything and cries in her arms. “Cat, Alec—Alec is my husband. I remember. I remember him. Please I need to—I need to fix this. I need him back,” he cries.

It’s an ancient curse is what their research tells them. Now that he remembers, it’s easier to find the source.

“I need to talk to Alec…I—“

A huge gasp leaves Catarina’s mouth and he turns.

“Catarina what? What now?”

“It’s 11:55pm.”

“And?”

“Fuck!” Cat exclaims.

“Catarina, what?”

“I’m sorry, Magnus. But tomorrow morning, you won’t remember him.”

“What?” He says in horror.

“The memories will be lost forever.”

Alec will be lost forever.

#look what u made me do anh #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Kwon Ji Yong (Big Bang / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kwon Ji Yong

Stage Name: G-Dragon / GD

Group: BigBang

Masterpost: BigBang

Kwon Ji Yong

G-Dragon / GD (BigBang / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 6 of Pentacles

GD is not really into power play in a relationship. He’s likely to be extremely generous with his time, affection, energy, and gifts. He’s likely to be a very caring and giving partner, always willing to help and support the other one no matter what.

Libido - Ace of Swords

GD might be balancing at the edge when it comes to passion. For a long time, he’s perfectly able to control himself, be the most romantic and chivalrous gentleman ever walking the Earth. He’s pretty pragmatic about relationships but at the same time might like a certain sense of danger or controversy. He’s no ordinary man and he will always like to stand out which applies to his libido as well. He’s likely very knowledgeable when it comes to this side of life, with considerable experience and confidence rooting in it. There are not many demands his lover could come up with, that GD would find surprising or out of question.

Turn On - Ace of Cups

GD is likely to feel attracted to someone beautiful and kind. The beauty has to come from within, though. Just a pretty face is not doing the trick for GD anymore. The person he’s most likely to fall for is likely participating in charity work or is at least truly caring and nurturing by nature. They give a soft and smooth impression, calmness of the waters that run deep and they are likely to hold secrets which GD will love to explore.

Kink - 7 of Pentacles

While GD’s entire life is like one fantastic stage, he’s likely to have a thing for intimacy in a homely atmosphere. Watching a movie while cuddling, spooning, smooching and making out with his significant other is likely to lead to more heated moments and eventually to a passionate night in each other's arms.

Dirtiest Secret* - Page of Wands

Forget acrobatic poses and bathing in sweat. At this age it’s not the dirtiest secret, that’s once a year accomplishment followed by ibuprofen. GD’s dirtiest secret is more cute than dirty. He’s likely to truly enjoy little play fights with his lover including tickling, pecking, non-harmful hair pulling and biting. He enjoys being close with his significant other on a physical level but not in a sexual way. He’s likely to absolutely adore when his lover wears his clothes or uses his cosmetics or fragrance. It’s the kind of deep and loving companionship GD is looking for. One mind, heart and soul residing in two bodies.

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0carkki0 · 1 year

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Sexuality

I know my ‘art’ tends to be suggestive. Sometimes a bit more in forward way. But even I have limits in that area. I for example like to make my characters believable in sexual way. Like what exactly might different species find attractive. I really like how ArenaNet didn’t for example give the charr females human-like breasts. Though, I’d imagine them to have six nips, that are covered in fur. And with clothes as well. Same with asura. Well... except instead of having six nips, they have two, very close to their own skin color -nips. ^^;

Sylvari don’t really care about appearances, and if they do, they lean more to the looking pretty than sexy. Of course exceptions exist. But... exception proves the rule, since often there are more of those that go by the rule than those that are exceptions.

With norn it’s mostly about spiritual and/or physical strength, I’d imagine. Therefore they probably appreciate muscular bodies. And bigness.

Charr are more about those beastly features. Meaner looking, the better.

Asura are more about the mind, than physical strength or beauty. Or if it is about appearance, it’s usually those with bigger ears and those whose brains look very big. I also would think that skinnier the asura, more of an impression they’d give that they have at least golems to work for them. Do all the physical work.

Which would make Vivs in his Personal Story to Heart of Thorns -story seem like that, because back then he was actually skinny. The war against Elder Dragon Corruption gave him some muscles, since he barely ever used golems to help him. Then again, as a necromancer, he did have his minions. But like I said, he was skinny till he began to turn into the Reaper in Heart of Thorns. Season 3 he was already a full fledged Reaper and already showed some muscles on him. Waving a greatsword around and running around fighting off all those creatures in the jungle...

It was in Path of Fire when he started to pay attention more to his appearance, simply because his parasite minion died and didn’t give him that satisfaction that kept his split mind’s psycho side in control. He had to start attract more people. The reputation of the Commander did help some, but looking attractive would boost that even further. So he started to actually work out, since he figured that overall a lot of people would find that attractive.

I also wanted to give him big man boobs, because he is an asura. A race known not to have boobs. He is a male, the gender that usually don’t have boobs. It’s kind of ironic. And it does look good to me personally. ^^ Though, norn -kind of muscles just goes over the top to me.

Vivs would not understand why would the asura want to have norn and human female -like boobs. It just doesn’t make sense to him, except if they themselves just simply find it attractive. Which they don’t to him. Nor they look ugly to him either.

Vivs, as an asura still is all about the mind, even if he has very high libido and a lot of stamina to boost that up. Everything, even emotions come from the brains, even if we often hold our left chest when talking about feelings, since those emotions do get that kind of pressure in there at times, when we feel strong emotions. Emotions are part of normal beings. Having emotional intelligence and lacking ability of feelings are two different things. Lacking emotions to Vivs means that these beings are also lacking in brain activity.

Emotional intelligence however tells about more advanced evolution of brains. This doesn’t mean the mind that doesn’t have that good of control of emotions is stupid, but isn’t that evolved in emotional intelligence.

Also, there is a difference between relaxed and flexed muscles. Most of the times the guys are drawn like they are constantly flexing. - w -;

Anyway, all that said, Vivs would be studying his own mind, since he finds it fascinating, that his psycho side lacks emotions, while his caring side feels them very strongly. But that would mean that he’d have to let out his psycho side, but the problem is tha the psycho side probably would not cooperate. Not to mention his desire to cause pain and suffering.

Saying Vivs is a bisexual is kind of true, except he doesn’t get turned on by appearances, but more like by mind traits. He is more of a pansexual. Of course less you wear clothes, more easily your brains can sense a simple light touch.

For example, let’s say you have a an armor that has a bare back. You have any idea how badly Vivs would like to slide his finger up your back? ^^

Also, if I remember correctly, when people were complaining about the male asura faces looking too old, I remember devs responding with that the asura normally look sick and tired, since they tend to spend a lot of time in their labs inventing. Probably even not sleeping for long periods of time. Breathing in whatever chemicals they are dealing with.

But still, asura can look young, yet sick? Comparing to other species faces, they do look old. With charr the difference between old and young isn’t so obvious. > . >

#Guild Wars 2 #Asura #the Commander #the Commander of the Pact #The Pact Commander #Species #Race #Norn #Charr #Sylvari #Human #GW2 #OC #Own Character #Sexuality

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ecrivainsolitaire · 11 months

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Zoloft day 17

Today some drunk neighbours were smoking under my balcony and before I could tell them to gtfo I had a mini freakout about their potential reaction. Bad sign. Up until now I've been absolutely shameless since I started taking the pills. I even flirted with a friend's sister who was coming onto me at her graduation the other day, in front of their parents, which used to be a legendary mode challenge level for me. The incident this morning made me question if the effects are wearing out, though until I have more tangible proof I'll attribute it to missed sleep. I've also been getting a bit hungrier, which may have to do with the fact that I had a couple days where I absolutely broke my diet so my stomach may have expanded back to original size. I'll try to see if it's a reversible outcome.

My libido is slowly coming back. Very slowly. Glacially slowly. Tectonic plates level slowly. But it is coming back, which is a relief. In a couple weeks I should probably be able to finish again. Initially I thought it was happening at the times where the pill had already worn out for the day, since it's been happening in the middle of my sleep around 3am, but today I fell asleep in the afternoon and it happened again. That also could be the pills losing their effectiveness, but I choose to remain optimistic. I'm no longer worried I'm being targeted by some sort of dramatic irony based vendetta from a greek god who decided to take away from me the two things that helped with my panic attacks before the sertraline: that and weed. I may eventually go back to normal without having to quit the pill. I've never been one for patience, but time will tell.

I am so thirsty all the time. Not that kind of thirsty, actually dehydrated. I already live in an incredibly hot place so it's quite annoying having to always be seeking water especially in places it's not as available and I have to rely on sugary drinks. I may have to start carrying a water bottle around.

I'm considering piercing my ears. I mean, I was already considering it but now I think I could do it without going catatonic due to my fear of needles or how my uber Christian family may react to their amab son queering it up a notch. They'd have a heart attack if they heard I went to pride last year and plan to go back this year. But I don't care that much now.

I keep fighting with my uncle about meaningless nonsense but I no longer take his conspiracy theories as an existential threat. We actually had a somewhat civilised discussion yesterday. Even my grandma noticed the air was lighter around us.

Since my whole family is on a low fat diet due to medical reasons I've been forced to cook less fatty meals lately, which has given me some perspective on just how much oil and lard I usually consume and how bad my stomach feels after. That feeling used to be relief from the anxiety, like adding it to my stomach somehow made me feel out of danger, but now it just hurts. I really gotta cut down on the oils and stuff.

I notice whenever I see someone online or in person say something really dumb I get cynical and mean about it. I don't like the feeling. I shouldn't be so judgemental of those around me, I just don't know how to change it yet. I already knew this to some extent but I used it as a defence mechanism from things that no longer feel threatening. I need to stop that.

Going online to look at memes and social media is no longer as fun or rewarding as it used to. By contrast, I have an increased capacity to sit through a TV show or movie for extended periods, which in the last few years I could only do with my favourites, like the MCU. The other day I saw a nearly three hour long samurai movie and although it was in two sittings and it's not usually my favourite genre I didn't get bored out of it and quit. It seems like my brain now rewards longer forms of entertainment that are more engaging instead of quick dopamine bursts. I might try to read again.

I'm working on a secret project that involves learning to code, and with some help from ChatGPT I've done more progress this morning than the last couple months I've been thinking about it. Having such a powerful learning tool essentially act as my project manager and code tutor keeps me motivated to continue. I estimate it'll take about a year to complete but I'm more confident now about my ability to keep working on a project for longer. I wish Tumblr stopped having a moral panic about AI and started to see it as the tool that it is; there's a lot of misconceptions about what it can and can't do, and most of it is to blame on OpenAI's marketing team. When you're using it to supplement your original ideas instead of trying to plagiarize it can actually do miracles. But thankfully I feel less and less interested in getting into fights about it. Eventually they'll have to come around, it was the same when smartphones came out and everyone was freaking out about omnipresent internet connection.

Overall, I feel mostly at peace. Life isn't perfect by any means, but it's bearable now. once my body fully adapts to the pills, I'll hopefully be doing a lot better. Even despite the extremely frustrating side effects, this is one of the best decisions I've ever made. I only wish I'd done it sooner.

Also, because of my project, I spent all morning writing. I can write again. I should get back to my children's book I stopped writing because all the characters were depressed and miserable. Perhaps this time I'll be able to finish it.

#tripping on zoloft #zoloft #sertraline

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hypnodesires · 1 year

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Be kind to one another PSA

This past year helping the love of my life confront his depression has been one of the hardest tasks I’ve ever faced, one night of us drinking so much his lips got loose and I’ve never heard him so upset..... talking about how he wanted to die, he didn’t see a point in living anymore, and much more, hearing him talk like that really sobered me up at that moment. Even after that night, he wouldn’t really talk to me about his pain, as much as I would check in on him or thought we were in a good moment…. Only for it to fade away so fast, at times it seemed for no reason. He would hold onto things he wanted to address to me, they always came off so forced?.... rushed?.... I don’t know if I’m even describing it well enough for you all, at times he seems to pick fights for no reason. The last one we got into I had enough and told him I don’t want an apology, I want him to go get help and see someone for his depression. I have also done the same this past week, he saw his doctor 2 weeks before me and has been on some anti-depressed… I too am on some as of this past Friday, it had really helped him with opening up and talking about his feeling more, which is good I hated seeing him hold it all in and eat away at him. I never thought this man would ever look at himself and even think he is not worth anything, that he is a failure, for not being further in life….. I couldn’t understand how he could feel or see that in himself, he still has those moments where he scares me….. He tells me to trust he won’t do anything foolish and I trust him with my whole heart, everything that I am, I trust him with my being…. Please don’t break my heart……

Things are much better for him, his libido has gone up for him like crazy, takes his time to talk to me more about his feeling instead of getting upset…... 7 years now together I never would have thought he would have kept those dark feelings to himself when people say check in on your loves ones I feel hopeless…. I was checking in but he refused to share with me, what if he never shared…. I don’t like to think about all the times he went silent on me… how many times has he come close without me knowing? I’m scared to know or even ask at this point, I don’t want to trigger him…. I’m doing what I can to fill his life with joy and love hoping it will heal him along his journey. Supporting anything that brings him joy, and seeing him happy has always filled me with so much warmth and joy; it was hard to see it fade away. I feel partly to blame for that though he has told me not to blame myself…. It’s kind of hard not to, I know he has forgiven me but I don’t know if I have forgiven myself for even knocking him down far enough that he feels the way he does. And with what happened this past week with Jason David Frank A.K.A (Tommy Oliver the green ranger) moments leading up to his death (suicide) he had been arguing with his wife, they were going through a divorce and in the midst of their second argument, he locked himself in his hotel room where he then hung himself in the restroom. I have followed that man's career for years and was hoping to meet him someday, you just never know what people are going through alone. he was always smiling, teaching children karate, going to con's.... and so much more. it's why I keep pushing my husband to connect, to talk, and to keep trying to heal. I want to know that he not giving me a fake smile, that he will tell me and reach out when he is near the edge.

Be kind to one another, and love one another…. We only have one life to live, let’s make it a beautiful one and heal one another. Remember if you need someone to talk to don’t be afraid to reach out for help, you are NEVER alone, and the amount of pain you will leave behind will hurt the people you love, the people you thought would be bothered by you.... they WILL be devested at the loss of someone they LOVED, shit send me an inbox message, I know what it's like the be in that darkness and I don't ever want to go back to that. so I will fight for others to never feel like that, I love you.

#suicide #depression #marriage #married life #tommy oliver #green ranger #love #hate #pain #loss #healing #jason david frank #trigger warning #relationship #communtiy

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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My baby! How’s been your week? I’ve been so busy, I need this month to end so I can get back on track but don’t worry, my heart, everything is getting better. Anything you wanna tell me about? A new obsession maybe? New music or show? Maybe a crush? 👀

Let me tell you I was DROOLING VIOLENTLY reading your last fics, specially the little Bakugo one, I want him so bad!!! You always flourish my feelings with your stories, i can’t believe you don’t really like them ): but i understand the sentiment, please don’t you ever delete any of them, they’re my comfort dish 💓💓 you’re so talented and everything in your work flows so organic UGH! don’t think I’m talking just for talks, i could never get this invested If i didn’t care my love

Back to the fic, it was funny in some way because I got this kink I guess, I think it’s called corruption? But I’m not quite sure if it fits the criteria but anyway! I love the idea of breaking someone’s facade, like being their own personal succubus; no matter how much they try to fight against it I can always get it when and how I like it. it could be a soft and cheerful person like Kirishima or (specially) a well-mannered and responsable one like Iida or Aizawa (he got plus points ‘cause it’s so difficult to get him all flustered) I don’t know if you watched it but you know bisque doll? I watched entirely last Saturday and i really liked it because i see myself as Marine in a lot of aspects of my horny self even though I’m not an ecchi fan but this one felt refreshing (it wasn’t perfect ofc, i don’t like the other girls, it makes the show feel too generic and sexually boring if it makes any sense?) well, i mentioned bisque doll because i like to provoke that kind of emotions in my partner, i feel it’s so cute and arousing to control people’s libido... Maybe I should ask you a nsfw scenario like this?? Idk it’s weird I came here to know about you

As always, don’t push yourself too hard, know that I adore you, my baby, lots of kisses on your cute little mole so I can find you in our next life! 💓 - 🏹

Hi sweetie how are you?

My week's been hectic as well, and I'm going to be a bit busy for a couple more weeks.

That's why I've been peeping in using my phone during breaks and what not for the last couple of days because once I'm home, I'm practically half asleep already hehehe.

I was finally able to binge watch Our flag means death during the weekend and I absolutely adore it!!!

Other than that life's been the same, more work and less sleep hehehe but it's good, I like keeping myself busy you know?

Oh baby I'm so happy you liked them! Those were just little things I wrote down for fun but I'm really glad you enjoyed reading them.

It's not that I don't like my stuff, it's just that I'm unable to fully be proud or satisfied with them you see? There is always a little voice inside my head that keeps telling me to "make it better" and it goes to the smallest things in my life so it can get hard sometimes. But receiving encouraging asks like the ones you send me really makes me happy and gives me more confidence. I'm also really ecstatic to know that reading my stuff brings you comfort, it's probably the best thing I can hear about my work so thank you so much babe, really.

And don't worry sweetheart I would never delete any of them, even if the day comes when I decide to move on from this blog, I'll keep everything up for whoever's interested to come back for them (don't worry though, I'm not leaving anytime soon hehehe I mean I've made some amazing friends here including you so I'm not going anywhere for now)

Oh yeah I've watched sono bisque doll and I liked it a lot!! And OMG your prompt is something that I would love to work on!! So if you want me to, I definitely will!! You mentioned Kirishima and Aizawa as examples so if you want me to do one of them just let me know, and if you'd like to pick a different character then I'll do that too.

Your prompts are always amazing and I always have fun working on them.

Many kisses for you too my adorable sweetheart.

I love you so much! Make sure to take care of yourself okay? *Kisses and hugs*

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theliterateape · 1 year

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The Wonder of the New Year

By David Himmel

I wonder how love will bloom this New Year’s Eve. I wonder what kind of chaos will ensnarl itself in this year’s revelries. The hours leading up to the countdown and those first few fleshy pink hours of 2023 are critical. Critical in our human minds, anyway—Time and Space cannot care. And I wonder which way those hours will go and for whom and what it will eventually mean.

I wonder because I’m too settled in my domestic port to actually concern myself with the weather out there beyond the harbor.

New Year’s Eve is the Big Dance. The opportunity to start fresh, solidify one’s standing in the social cesspool of love and hate. To attend an event is key. A house party is nice but better when black tie is optional. A bar party will do and is, perhaps, more suited for the singles looking to score or find a new affection for the coming year. The crowded nature of the New Year’s Eve bar party encourages sporadic and thoughtless hookups. Desperate, even, as the clock creeps closer to midnight. We need someone to kiss. It’s part of the human condition.

To score a snog as the bell tolls twelve is a win for the year that was, the year that will be, for one’s ego, and for one’s needy heart. Will new love grow? Will this kiss be the relationship that defines the year, or years, to come? Does it lock in place a budding relationship as something more? Or will it just be a small token, a parting gift for playing along, for venturing out with your heart on your best sleeves? The options are endless because humans are complicated idiots. Lizard brains at best when it comes to matters of the heart and libido.

And, of course, it could all go south. The booze could get the wheel and drive the night straight into a ditch. The kiss might not land—sloppy, reeking of onions and bile. What fights may break out? What relationships start as fireworks only to end as the Hindenburg? What wonderful memories are forever lost to the blackout?

This new year, this past year, it’s arbitrary. As arbitrary as our economy. And yet, because we all agree to it, it becomes logical, systemic, necessary. We need these new years to create new selves, to celebrate, move on from, look forward to, and measure distance—a radius from our present in either direction. This New Year’s Eve is no different than any given eve other than this one carries all the weight of opportunity and wonder.

I don’t have to wonder this year. Not on matters of the heart. Not much anyway. Like I said, I’m settled nicely into my domestic port. I’m sure to get a kiss at midnight, as long as we’re still awake. And those two kids of mine will help stave off the chance of me letting the drunkard get the wheel for too long. So, I don’t need to wonder about me and my heart. But it’s a wonderful thing to wonder about all those other hearts out there.

#2023 #New Year's Eve #Happy New Year!#love affairs #love

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anotheromnisexual · 1 year

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Thoughts.

I’ve been fighting the internal struggles of wanting intimacy, a mutual connection and understanding the desires of sex and how they intertwine, especially toxically. For a long time, I’ve compressed my only affection that I receive from someone non-platonically or familial, is sexual and that has been decided that it’s attention and faux validation more than anything. When I’m having sex, it’s an ego boost before anything else. It’s a moment where I feel like I’m connected and desired by someone when that isn’t always true. I’m attracted by my body and not my spirit, and remained in tact because of my skill; because of my willingness to please because I feel satisfied knowing I’ve made someone feel good, in only ways you can do in those moments. I’m honestly lonely. This isn’t affected by the people who truly care about me, this is more that nothing has stuck. Nothing feels like there could be more than validation, one sided or emotionally skewed friendships and there isn’t enough self love in the world to ever tell me that I don’t need someone else in my life and that I shouldn’t want someone. I learn through connecting with people. You can learn about yourself all you want in your own world but that reflection of who you are by yourself isn’t who you are when you are with someone.

People change by being surrounded by others, because emotions trigger change.

I miss the feeling of someone really wanting to talk to me, hold me, kiss me, not just wanting to know what I can do in the bedroom, or the living room, the car, anywhere, any time, any place. Whether their girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, partners or families know a thing about us. Love doesn’t seem so real at time. That unrequited love is unrecognizable. If I could hide in someone’s love because it’s embraced me so well with big long and warm arms, I would. Those arms that feel like I’d melt with just one more ounce of a squeeze and my head nuzzled in someone’s neck or chest. That kind of love that physical touch and words of affirmation does wonders, but just the way you look at me tells me all I need to know. No matter how much I feel like what I’m craving is sex, I think deep down what I’m searching for is hard to find in my mind and I rather just think of what feels easier.

What if what felt easy started getting hard to find? How lost would I feel? How trapped would I be in a world where every little spark is tossed out and never meant to be stricken? I’d just give up maybe, I’d figure out how none of it matters in my world and that the only thing I could do is just be by myself. Sometimes I wish none of this was interesting to me, maybe I wish I was asexual with the lowest libido I could have. Something that makes me feel like the only person that matters pleasurably is myself. That I truly feel no one could ever keep me satisfied besides me. I really just want me, but I know my heart wants someone else to enjoy me too.

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Terrible Liar

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: Steve Rogers isn’t a good liar, but you should never jump to conclusions. Word Count: Almost 2.9k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, miscommunication, temporary angst, fluff and making up.

18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

I was very excited to write this for @mrsalwayswrite ! Some angst, fluff and smut is what the doctor ordered. And I got to choose between Bucky and Steve! Steve deserved some kindness from me. Thank you to @drabblewithfrannybarnes @amythedvdhoarder and @chrissquares for hosting the Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge! Divider by @whimsicalrogers . Enjoy, lovelies!

Steve Rogers was a terrible liar. You discovered that quickly when Clint overcooked a side dish and the Captain tried his hardest to grin and bear it. Natasha shook her head at you with a knowing smile when you quietly called him out. She once said the same thing to him. You jokingly asked how he was able to go undercover and he just smiled. It was endearing.

It became a running joke between you two, you teasingly asking if he liked something you knew he despised just to see how he’d react. It usually began a play fight that ended with you underneath him. The one thing he couldn’t lie about was his need for you. The serum certainly did things to enhance his libido. And it made you feel good that he wanted you.

Which is why you were worried the closer you got to Valentine’s Day. Something was off over the last couple of weeks and you couldn’t put your finger on it. Instead of seeking you out like he typically did, he avoided you. If you asked to do something, he made excuses. Bad excuses. How many times could he go to the gym or for a run? His body stiffened when you cuddled with him for warmth at night. Even his smiles looked forced in the morning. He never said anything though... and you were too afraid to ask.

The last time you walked into the common area where he was talking to Bucky and Sam, he immediately stopped and rushed out of the room. He didn’t even look at you. Things were tense, but it was the first time you actually felt awkward around your boyfriend.

“Everything okay?” you asked Bucky and Sam. “I’ve never seen my boyfriend run from my presence before.”

“He has a mission,” Bucky said, not giving anything away as you looked at him.

“And he left without giving me a kiss goodbye?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t peg you for a bad liar, too.”

“He’s not lying,” Sam swore when you crossed your arms.

“If something is going on…” you trailed off, feeling a bit sick to your stomach. Was he going to dump you and just didn’t know how? Was there someone else in the picture?

“No,” Bucky immediately jumped in when he saw the look on your face. “Steve’s a punk, but he’s not like that.”

You trusted Steve. He was a good man and more than good to you. Bucky and Sam cared about you, but the Captain was their friend first. Would they cover for him even if it meant hurting you? “Okay. Fine,” you said, letting your arms fall to your sides as you turned and walked away.

“That’s...never good when a woman says ‘fine’,” you heard Sam say as you went to find Steve.

You bit your lip as you headed back to your room. If Steve was really going on a mission, you knew he’d at least leave you a note. You kept the collection of them and they always brought a smile to your face.

When you got to the door, you heard a muffled voice. Steve. It didn’t sound like anyone was in there with him. You carefully opened it a crack and hoped he was distracted enough to not pick up on your racing heart.

“She knows something isn’t right,” he said into the phone, sighing. “You know me. I hate lying to her. I’m awful at it.”

That feeling in the pit of your stomach came back. Who was he talking to? And what exactly was he lying about?

“Yeah, but... on Valentine’s Day? Doesn’t that seem...”

That part didn’t sound so bad, but what did he plan to do that day?

“Fine. Look, I need to go. I’m already late to meet her and you know how she feels about me being late... I’ll make it up to her.”

You walked away from the door, fighting to keep from crying. Who the hell was she and why did she think she deserved him? You closed your eyes as you tried to calm down. Trust was one of the most important things in the world to you. And Steve, you gave him everything.

Composing yourself, you went back to the door and opened it loudly. “Hi, Steve!” you said cheerfully.

Steve, Captain America, actually dropped the phone as he spun around. In any other situation, the look on his face would have made you double over with laughter. Now it broke your heart. “Sweetheart! I’m…”

“Bucky and Sam said you’re going on a mission,” you finished for him as he retrieved the phone. He was avoiding your gaze. Again. “I do. Yes. It should be a quick one.”

You almost scoffed. Steve is never quick with me, so at least she’s getting the short end of the stick there.

“I gotta go. I love you,” he said when you didn’t respond, grabbing his bag and kissing your cheek. “Love you, too,” you called after him as he left. You glanced at the nightstand, your heart sinking. There was no note. Nothing.

You wiped your eyes when the tears came. Steve was your world. You thought you were his, too. And Valentine’s Day was only a few days away. If he planned to let you go...you’d make sure to leave a lasting impression.

You played the part of the perfect girlfriend for the remainder of the week and that put Steve off. He looked at you like he expected you to snap, but you didn’t. It was easy to pretend things were fine and push your pain aside. That was how much you loved him.

As you sat in the passenger seat of his car, some of that confidence faded. You glanced over at him, watching his thumb beat along the steering wheel. Your gaze moved to his profile, seeing the tension in his neck. When did it go wrong? Were you just blind?

You smoothed out your coat, clearing your throat. “So, you still won’t tell me where we’re going?” you asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he replied.

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking out the window. You didn’t look back as he took your hand.

“I know I’ve been acting weird,” he began.

“Steve, don’t,” you whispered, closing your eyes. You didn’t want to hear it yet. “Let’s get through whatever you have planned.”

A full minute stretched, but you still refused to look at him. “Okay,” he finally said, his voice small.

You wanted to apologize, but you kept your mouth shut as the drive stretched on. Why did you want to apologize? He was the one lying to you.

“What are you doing?” you asked when he suddenly pulled over, turning to face him. You didn’t say anything when he took a blindfold out of his pocket. “Um. What is that for?”

“I told you. It’s a surprise.”

“...If you’re going to kill me or take me to a weird sex club, you’d tell me, right?”

The laughter that filled the car brought a smile to your face. It was that genuine, true laugh of Steve’s that warmed your heart. For a moment, you could pretend everything was just fine.

“Cross my heart,” he swore, using his finger to cross over his chest. “Please?”

Golden retriever, puppy dog eyes.

You took the blindfold and slipped it on. “If you kill me, I’m haunting your ass forever, Rogers.”

That earned you another chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”

The drive lasted a few more minutes before the car came to a stop. A million thoughts raced through your head. Did he blindfold you so you wouldn’t know where his mistress lived? Did he think you would hunt her down? Was he kicking you out of the tower?

You jumped when he opened your door to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Sweetheart, you’re shaking,” he said when he helped you out.

“I’m cold,” you answered and that wasn’t a lie. Once he saw what was under your coat… ”Can I take this off?”

“Not yet,” he told you as he guided you. He helped you up a couple of steps before a door opened. “Almost. Just a minute.”

You tapped your foot as you waited a minute, moving forward once he came back and took your hand. He helped you take a few more steps before you stopped. “Steve, wait,” you begged. You couldn’t take it anymore. You thought you could see this through, but it hurt. “Who is she?”

“Who is... who?” he asked, genuine confusion in his tone.

“The woman you’re seeing.”

“What are you talking about? Sweetheart, you’re the only woman I’m seeing.”

“The excuses. The lies. The non-existent missions. The woman you were meeting? She hates for you to be late,” you said, more and more upset with each word that fell from your lips.

“No, no, no. You have it all wrong-”

“Just stop lying to me!” you snapped as you ripped the blindfold off. Your eyes adjusted to the light as you realized you were standing in a cabin. There were candles lit and petals along the ground. What struck you were the personal touches. There were framed photos of the two of you. And your favorite blanket draped on the back of the couch. There was even a notepad on the nearby table to leave notes for you.

“Um... surprise?” Steve said sheepishly as your jaw fell.

“You…”

“I fixed up this cabin for us. It was run down, but I thought it would be a perfect getaway. I wanted to have a place away from the tower, just for us,” he explained as your mouth still hung open. “Were you listening to me on the phone when you came in the other day?” he asked, not accusatory.

“...yeah,” you nodded.

“I was talking to Clint about meeting Natasha. She helped me decorate. I wasn’t sure if it was corny to do this for Valentine’s Day, but everyone thought it was sweet.”

You felt like an idiot. “You’re really not cheating on me?” “No! I would never,” he looked stricken just saying that. “I wanted to tell you about this so badly, but… God. This is exactly why I hate keeping secrets. I screw up.”

You prayed for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. He set up this romantic night and you ruined it. How could you think he’d ever do that to you? “I screwed up. I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“No, I’m sorry. I should have paid more attention and realized how bad this looked. You’re my best girl and the only girl.”

You took a deep breath, trying to exhale the stir of emotions. “This is a beautiful gift. Really. But why the secrecy? Were you worried that I’d hate it?”

“No. I was worried about this part,” he told you, getting down on one knee and taking a small box from his pocket.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered as he opened it.

“You’re the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing before I fall asleep. I love you more than I thought possible and I know I’ll love you even more as each day passes. I can’t imagine my life without you by my side and I don’t want to. Will you marry me?”

There was so much love and truth in his eyes that you nearly fell over from the force, smiling through the happy tears. He couldn’t lie to you about those things and you fell in love with him all over again. “Yes!”

He slipped the ring on your finger, making you gasp again at how beautiful it was. He stood up as you admired it, his smile the brightest you had seen in days. “I love you,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you passionately.

You melted into him, the way you had before and always would. You should’ve known better. Steve was the type of man to give his all in all aspects in life. If you had part of his heart, then you had all of it. Like he had all of yours. “I love you, too.”

He leaned in for another kiss before he stopped. “Wait. If you thought I was cheating, why did you agree to go out tonight?”

“Ohhhhhhhh, yeah,” you whispered, taking a few steps back and opening your coat. “I was going to make sure if it was the end that I would give you something to remember me by. And then I. Well, you saw me lose my cool.”

Steve’s eyes darkened as he took in the Valentine themed lingerie, unashamedly licking his lips. “What if I took you to a restaurant?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Then you could have had me on the table,” you smirked as you let the coat fall to the floor. “You hate it, don’t you?”

“No,” he growled as he took a step forward.

“You can tell me the truth, Captain. If you hate it, I can just take it off,” you said innocently.

He stalked over, his mouth on yours instantly before you could continue teasing him. He picked you up in his arms as the kiss turned downright filthy. Oh, he wouldn’t be making love to you. At least not right away. That would be for later in the night.

“Need you,” you said against his lips, rocking your hips.

“Tell me,” he ordered as he took you to the bedroom, watching you bounce as you hit the mattress. “Tell me how much you need my cock.”

You whimpered as you stretched out, watching as he pulled his clothes off. “I need it so badly. Please.” “Not good enough,” he growled as his cock sprang free, making you whimper again as he stroked it. “Tell me. That’s an order.”

You reached back to unhook your bra, your eyes staying on him. "I need you to fuck me like I've needed for weeks," you said honestly, your nipples hard and begging for his attention as your breasts spilled free. "Fuck me like you love me."

"Fuck," Steve gritted as he climbed on the bed. You expected him to tear the panties off, but his touch was tender as he peeled them off. "You wet and ready for me, sweetheart?"

"Always," you swore, your ring sparkling as you touched his cheek. "I'm your best girl, remember?" you added, parting your thighs so he could fit between them.

"Always mine," he swore, sliding along your folds before he pushed home.

You cried out, your other hand flying up to grip his arm. You missed the feel of him inside you and now you could make up for the weeks of miscommunication. "I'm sorry," you gasped as you looked up at him. You should have said something the moment you thought something was wrong. It would have saved you the unnecessary heartache.

"Shh," he whispered, his kiss soft as his lips brushed yours. "You don't owe me any apologies, but maybe I should hold out more often," he teased, turning his head to kiss your palm.

"Don't. You. Dare."

He chuckled as he leaned back and dragged his cock out, slamming back in as you cried out again. "Wouldn't dream of it. I missed feeling your sweet pussy around me."

Hearing Steve talk like that always made you clench around him. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. Whatever he had in you. He knew what he did to you.

"Gonna have you all over this place. The bed. The couch. The counter. The shower. Against every wall. Every place you look, you'll think about how I fucked you there."

"Steve," you moaned as he gripped your hips, lifting them as he fucked you just like you told him to. He fucked you like a madman, his cock setting your nerve endings on fire. And he fucked you like he loved you. It was everything you desired.

"The only one for me," he grunted, the sound of his hips smacking yours bringing your pleasure higher.

"Please," you begged. When was the last time you came around him? It was too long and you felt that coil in you ready to snap. You wanted him to feel it as strongly as you did.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he demanded, making you cry out again as he found your clit. He knew your body better than you did. “This is the first of many tonight and I want my cock soaked with you by the end of it.”

You screamed as your orgasm took over, letting yourself get lost in that familiar euphoria he helped create. He kept fucking you through it, prolonging the pleasure you desperately needed. Groaning your name after a few more thrusts, you felt him fill you. Things felt right again.

Instead of collapsing on top of you, he leaned back on his knees and pulled you into his lap. “I told you it would be the first of many, Mrs. Rogers. I have weeks to make up for.”

“Who said I was taking your last name?” you teased as he rolled his hips up. “Mmm. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#happyhoelintinesday2021 #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #reader insert #steve rogers smut

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unholyplumpprincess · 2 years

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*Excitedly kicks down the door* Hey, so can you do a SFW/NSFW headcanon post (like you had done for Lady Dimitrescu and Heisenberg!) for Ruvik?? I want to know what this unhinged dome-head is into now that you've played the games. I beg.

Beans I want u to know that tumblr mobile app wanted Nothing to do with this ask and would refuse to show it to me ouerhoeruh

Oh boy tho I have been WAITING to talk about my boy Ruvik tho lets GOOO

Reblogs > Likes. Please Reblog if you hit like/the heart to support more writing in the future!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, reader is gn, mentions of canon violence, harder kinks implied

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• Ruvik adopted the name Ruvik once given to him because he felt that using his real name would connect him too much to the past. In some last ditch effort to somehow 'separate' himself from it. It didn't work, but he has not let go of the name and even refers to himself as Ruvik.

• He is not strictly some tortured sadist who thinks of just one thing. He has the ability to love, and to feel in some sort of way. Though his love for his sister was obsessive, it was still sisterly. He CAN feel romantic love, but just as similarly it would be obsessive and possessive.

• Ruvik likes them feisty. The ones who fight back and spit nasty words. Equally he likes people who are kind, gentle, who are nurturing spirits. If you show to be both, well, you'll catch his attention more than a little.

• If you do become his partner, he doesn't take that term lightly. Obsessive and possessive over you, but you are just as equally his equal. His partner. He'd kill for you, die for you, be your slave- but you have to do the same for him. He'd just as equally fall to his knees for you if you will for him.

• You know Jareth??? From the Labyrinth??? How that dude was just obsessed with Sara and had that whole 'Love me, fear me, do as I say and I shall be your slave' line???? Yeah that's Ruvik @ his lovey.

~NSFT under the cut here~

• This man is touch deprived. Touch. Deprived. He wants you at least thrice a day. He's addicted to you- to your touch, your scent, the way you whine and moan when he touches you. He wants to tear you apart, live inside your flesh- sew your flesh to his own so he never has to part from you. His libido is insatiable if you're around it feels like.

• Oral fixation king. Ruvik wants to go down on you literally all the time. You could be mid conversation and he's already telling you to keep talking even as you're hoisted up onto a countertop and he's dropping to his knees.

• Sexual games. Sadism runs even into the bedroom. Some days it's simpler, simply talk and/or sing as he touches you and don't make a sound. Pretend like nothing is happening. And some days it's still simple, edging you for hours and hour or seeing how many orgasms you can have.

• But some days? Some days he wants to see you break. It all depends on your limits too, how bloody can you take it? How gorey? If neither are your jam, most times he just wants to see what he can do to drive you insane. What can he deprive you of until you're begging and crying for him? How many of himself can he conjure until too many hands are too many? What filthy things can he make you do until you break?

• You're his little experiment. It's no wonder what kinds of things he's into. Medical play, sadism, domination over you- but he's not against you turning the tables. But he won't play nicely. However, if you manage to pin him, get HIM into that headspace? Oh he'll be so good for you. Anything for you.

• Aftercare is a concept you need to introduce him to, however. You pretty much awaken his long since quieted libido. So make sure you establish first that you ain't doing SHIT until you know he knows how to get you out of there if you're too far gone.

• If you're into harder kinks like gun play, knife play, branding, or even if you want to be in STEM and want to literally feel yourself be gored and ripped apart- he's into it.

• Oh. Major breeding kink btw. But you’ll have to unlock it out of him.

#ruvik victoriano #the evil within #Ruvik x reader #headcanons #nsft #lemon #princess talks

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neoculturetravesty · 3 years

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Friday evening

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, romance, established relationship Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving), protected sex, reader is a slight party girl with a bit of an innocence kink, riding, swallowing. Taeyong is sad because he’s been put on a break with an injured back and somehow seeing him this vulnerable is turning you on. Word Count: 4739

Summary: Taeyong has always, always put your pleasure first. It’s not that he does it out of learned, respectful responsibility; it’s because he needs to put your pleasure first or he would go crazy. So the poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he’s out of commission with an injured back and you’re the one that’s, erm, taking care of him.

A/N: Basically just pure filth and also my first attempt at smut. I also don’t have a proofreader, so pardon my oversights. Here goes nothing.

To say that your Friday evenings have changed a lot over the years would be an understatement. When you were younger, all you wanted to do at the end of a tough week was to get out and drink to your heart’s content. You’d stay out all night, sometimes even passing out in places that were most definitely not home. You had staked your claim in every club the city had to offer; you had never met a drink you didn’t like; there had never been a party you weren’t invited to.

So the fact that you were here now--splayed out over your couch with your boyfriend draped over you, his head resting on your belly while you lazily watched Netflix--was quite frankly absurd. If your other friends saw you here, choosing to stay in on a Friday night, they would think you were going through some kind of crisis. But you weren’t going through a crisis. You were just in love.

You were in love with a boy who was so incredibly, sweetly, and disgustingly domestic, you had no choice but to be soft for him. It came as a surprise to you at first--the fact that he was as domestic as he was. When you had first met him and found out who he was, you were convinced that he had to be, quite frankly, the fuckboy type. Taeyong was incredibly handsome, for starters, but also people would tell him he was handsome, and he got told this multiple times a day. Add to that the nature of his job, and girls, boys and everyone in between would throw themselves at him. You had met him through work while he had his idol and leader persona on. He was intense, he was charismatic, he worked the room like he owned it. So of course, you had thought, he had to be a fuckboy. It’s what made you approach him in the first place.

But on your first date, he cooked for you, couldn’t meet your eyes the entire time, and blushed and giggled every time you complimented his food; and all your assumptions were put to rest. You soon discovered that the poor boy didn’t know much outside of his work. The confidence, the charisma, the strength in his posture--it was all for the cameras. When the lights were off, you found that he was completely the opposite. What threw you off most of all was how sweet he was and how incredibly pure he was. He had had girlfriends before, that much he admitted, yet you had a way of knowing that he was way more innocent than he led on.

You didn’t think you were the kind that would be into that sort of thing--the pure, good boy types. But you found yourself drawn to him and it surprised you. You were so used to flings with fuckboys where the both of you knew you were in it for a good time, not a long time. Maybe a part of you finally wanted the long time though you didn’t know it yet.

So when Taeyong had taken your hand one day and asked you to be his girlfriend, you had found yourself at a loss for words. He had looked at you with such hopeful sincerity in his doe eyes that it had almost frightened you. No one had ever looked at you like that. You had never been anyone’s girlfriend before. So you had answered “I guess...?” which was perhaps not the smartest response, but now you were glad you’d been dumb. Because it led you here, almost a year later with the boy you loved cuddling into your belly on the couch.

The two of you had been laying like this all afternoon and had gone through too many episodes of Money Heist without moving. But moments like these were so rare with Taeyong’s schedule and your own work that you dare not move an inch. You kept hugging onto the empty popcorn bowl while Taeyong lazily rubbed his hands up and down your sides, his cheek pressing into your tummy, his head almost buried under his favorite black blanket while he looked at the screen. When yet another episode ends, you reach over to stroke his hair “Aren’t you hungry?” you ask.

He shakes his head as he yawns “Nope. Are you? I could cook you something.” He says, lifting his head up to look at you.

“But you’re hurt. I don’t want you to move.” You retort, rubbing the back of his neck. Your poor boyfriend had quite literally worked his back off till it physically gave up. He worked even when it hurt, he worked even when he limped. When he couldn’t move at all, is when he allowed himself a break. That’s what your first fight had been about--you yelling at him that he needs to take it easy and him telling you that you just don’t understand. You had ever since reminded yourself to be more patient with him. Taeyong, you found, was a fixer. He always felt like he needed to be there for his team, for his family, for you, so much so that he would run himself down no matter what it did to him. So the fact that he was here now, forced to take a break, was eating him up from the inside. You could tell.

“I’m tired of staying still.” He whines, buying his face into your tummy. It makes you chuckle and you hold his head closer.

“My poor baby.” You say and suddenly, the urge to take care of him overwhelms you. You look down at him as he hugs your middle, his usually wide shoulders curving in to make him seem smaller. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable and so broken, and that image made heat build in your core. ‘Fuck, I am going to hell.’ you thought as you felt the throb between your legs. It was fucked up, the fact that your boyfriend being helpless and hurt was suddenly turning you on. You start to wonder what was wrong with you. Why did his purity, his good heart, his innocence, and right now, his vulnerability stir something so carnal in you? You were going to hell for sure.

‘He’s hurt, he’s hurt, he’s hurt.’ You tell yourself over and over like a mantra to stop yourself from having sinful, unvirtuous thoughts about him, but you must have been tugging the hair on the back of his head a bit too tight because he suddenly looks up at you. Like he could feel the air shift. He holds your gaze as he gently pushes the hem of your shirt up, just enough to reveal a sliver of belly and lands a tender kiss on the exposed skin. His big, warm hands delicately reach into your sides under your shirt and he bows his head and kisses your skin like worship. You look down at him with wonder as you hold his head like you were guiding him, and he was all too eager to be led. This boy had always been a giver. He knew right away that you wanted him and his first instinct had been to take care of you. You allow yourself to be venerated by his lips like that for a moment, melting back into the cushions as his kisses leave a trail till he licks a stripe just below your navel, drawing a moan out of you, somehow bringing you back to your senses. Only a little.

“Taeyong, you’re hurt.” you remind him, but it’s a weak reminder. You’re saying it just to say it because your body is brazen. He must have felt the insincerity in your tone because he doesn’t stop. His long, dexterous fingers move to the fly of your jeans, unbuttoning them and landing a kiss right on your pubic bone, over the thin fabric of your underwear. You inhale as you feel goosebumps prickling your skin from pleasure and for a moment, you think it’s okay to be this selfish. It’s okay to have your pure, guileless, obliging boyfriend worship your body even though he was hurt because the things he was doing to you… it would be more wrong of you to stop this reverence of unbounded desire. You were going to hell anyway, might as well be with an angel between your legs.

But Taeyong hooks his index finger in the band of your underwear and pulls it down, lifting himself up to place another kiss when you hear him gasp “Ahh!” and it serves as a cruel, literal eye opener. Because your eyes actually snap open and the haze of sinful bliss surrounding you dissipates and you realize just how selfish you’re being.

“Taeyong!” You sit up abruptly, watching the grimace on his face. You get off the couch and kneel next to him as he buries his face in the cushions, groaning. “Does it hurt a lot?” You ask, placing a gentle hand to his back, not daring to apply any amount of pressure. You lean in and press a kiss on his hurt.

Presumably, when the sting has subsided, he looks at you again and says “No, no… it doesn’t hurt… come back here.” He reaches a hand to the back of your head and pulls you in but it’s breaking your heart. You know he wants to make you feel good; he has almost a riotous need to keep you satisfied because that’s what keeps him going, that’s what validates him. The fact that he can’t would eat him up till he spirals and loses his mind. ‘Wouldn’t that be nice.’ The evil part of you thinks as the image of a more vulnerable Taeyong, a more broken Taeyong takes over your mind and you feel the needy heat build even greater under the undone fly of your pants. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ You think to yourself in horror as this salacious, immoral image and what it has done to your core actually puts you to shame. Internally, you’re burying your face in your hands just like Taeyong was burying his face in the cushions.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. For once, you had to put a leash on your libido. Your boyfriend was hurt and you needed to be a good girlfriend. “We can do this when you’re better.” You say, rubbing your palm on his back, then stroking his head.

“But I want you now. Don’t you want me?” He asks with such uncertainty and you can tell he’s being the wicked one now because he knows what this tone does to you. Especially when he looks at you with eyes that drip honey. He knows he has you wrapped around his little finger in this moment because he keeps pouting. Taeyong would always have you putty in his beautiful hands and talented tongue. He loved making you feel good, he got off on making you feel good. You had pretty much been living your best life since you met him because you were finally with a man that cared more about your pleasure than his own. So of course, you wanted him. But not like this.

“Come here.” You say to him gently, arranging the pillows around him and helping him flip over on his back so he was much more stable. Taeyong sighs, defeated in his expression, thinking he has lost this battle when you place a hand on his chest and lean over him to kiss him on the lips. You kneel by the side of the couch, hovering over him as he lays, cupping his face in your palms. Soon your fingers find their way to the base of his neck and you’re tugging at his hair again. You roll your tongue against his lips and into his willing mouth, kissing him with desire. He lays obediently as you pull back but looks at you in confusion, like he’s not sure if you’re giving up or giving in. You kiss into the crook of his neck, gently suckling on his sweet skin there and he moans out. You smile because you don’t have to look to know that his cock has twitched in his pants.

You lean over his face, bringing the pad of your thumb to his bottom lip, gently stroking it as you talk “Do you want me?” you ask, your tone low and sultry, wanting to hear his sweet voice before you unleashed yourself on his body. His lips part and he’s panting when he nods his head “I want you.” he sighs in a soft voice. So you get up and carefully place yourself between his legs as he lays, ensuring not to shift the weight on the couch too much that it makes his back uncomfortable. You lift his shirt up just a little bit and kiss the skin of his belly, continuing from where you had left off, except the roles are reversed. But while you were laying back and taking in the sensation, Taeyong is confused; turned on but confused, like he doesn’t know what you’re doing to him.

You meet his befuddled eyes, see him propped up on his elbows to look at you move, almost as if you were doing something perverse, something you weren’t supposed to do. So you give him a wicked smile and undo the button of his fly, just as he had done and press a kiss on top of his boxers. Your hands rub up into his chest “Lay back, sweetie.” You say lovingly as you slowly, teasingly start pulling the band of his boxers down, taking your time with it, putting on a show. Taeyong’s eyes are wide and his belly is pleasurably uneasy. He wasn’t used to this, simply because he never gave you enough time to reciprocate. He liked feeling a strange sense of control that came with the familiarity of being between your legs, giving you enough pleasure that you forgot your own name. He knew that process by heart. But this. This didn’t happen very often, but you were determined tonight, it seemed. He didn’t complain, even if he laid back with a sense of uncertainty because not knowing what would happen was distressing and thrilling at the same time.

You finally pull his boxers down enough to expose his semi-hardness and smile, running your hands down his sides just as he had done to yours, lifting his shirt up a little bit more. You look down at him brazenly, admiring his bare manhood, smiling at him. “My baby is pretty all over.” you say, making him close his eyes, head falling back into the pillows as he suppresses a moan. The image gives you a violent sort of hunger, like you wanted to own him, rail him till he saw stars.

You hold his length, pressing it into his belly with your palm before you finally lower your head and press your lips to his base. You feel him twitch under you at the same time you hear him let out a shaky moan, like he was feeling too much pleasure than he wanted to show.

“Let me hear your sweet voice, baby.” you encourage him and press more kisses to his balls, slowly rubbing circles with your thumb on his sensitive tip. You’ve swept your hair to one side and you hum into the kisses before the need to taste him tastes over. So you part your lips and let your tongue swipe him as you pucker, making him hiss out in pleasure. You gently start sucking then, rolling your tongue over and over, taking your time with it. You were in no rush. The two of you had all night.

You gently start rubbing the underside of his growing length with your palm, almost massaging it, little beads of precum dripping onto his belly. You look up at Taeyong through your lashes and find his head thrown back, eyes closed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. He looked like an angel. So you start to kiss up his length, on the sensitive underside, little moans escaping your mouth as well and Taeyong can barely breathe. It feels forbidden to him, laying here like this as you pleasure him but he has to admit that it is a sweet form of torture and he wants it as much as he doesn’t.

Your lips finally find his leaking tip. You stop, just so he’d look at you, giving you a chance to hold his gaze when you kiss it, a sweet, unassuming press of the lips, nothing more. But it has the effect you wanted because it draws a gurgled, almost pained moan out of him.

“Fuck!” he all but yells out. And that’s all you needed to hear before you wrap your lips around it and start sucking. You take your time, swirling your tongue around, tasting his saline lust in your mouth while your hand takes care of the rest of his length, all the way to the base, softly stroking, massaging. It wasn’t often that Taeyong let this go on for this long. Usually, by this time, he would have lifted you to your feet into a kiss before he went back to his insatiable need to put you on pleasure’s end, making love to you like it was the only thing he was born to do. It took him hurting his back to keep him in place like this, and that wicked part of you is almost thankful for it.

Your mouth has picked up the pace, built a rhythm and the deviant sounds of your spit swirling in your mouth around his flesh fill the room. Suddenly, you hold yourself in place, placing your palms carefully on his thighs and relaxing your jaw before you slowly start easing his length into you inch by inch. You hadn’t done this in a while and certainly not with Taeyong, which is why the poor boy has almost sat up in bewilderment, eyes wild as he looks down at your feverish desire for him.

“Oh God, Y/N…” he sounds like he’s underwater, like his breath is caught in his throat and you would have stopped if his hand didn’t go to your hair, holding you in place, telling you otherwise. So you keep going lower, never minding the slobber that drools out of you inelegantly and anoints him. You wanted him inside you like this, all the way in your throat where he’d never been, and you were going to make it happen.

“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he’s whimpering now, moaning like it was too much and you almost take mercy on him. Almost. But you were so close now and you wanted him to be in the deepest parts of you because it was him. It was Taeyong, the boy who took your heart and broke down your walls and taught you what it was like to be loved without condition. You wanted to give him every part of you, good and bad. In this moment, you decide that you will love him with the same fervent worship that he loves you. That you would pleasure him with the same passionate devotion he pleasures you. And that you would stay by his side for as long as he would have you. It was strange, having this epiphany whilst his cock was lodged all the way in your throat.

You come up then, wiping your chin on the back of your hand and move up with the sudden hunger to kiss him. The riot in your chest has changed to something else, perhaps a feral craving, like you needed to hold this boy down and have him and drive him wild so he was whimpering, sobbing, begging for repentance. You needed him to be bare for you in a way he had never been exposed to anyone before.

So you kiss him deep, kiss him like a promise, vowing all you had thought in your head with your lips before he’s even had a chance to say something. He has noticed your energy shift because his arms are around you, holding you to him protectively, even though you dare not put your entire weight on him. You pull back to look at him and he sees such tempestuous emotion on your face that it makes him worry.

“Baby--” he begins but you cut him off.

“--I want you inside of me.” you announce and lean in to kiss him briefly, mostly so he wouldn’t protest or sit up or take over. You pull back and arrange the cushions around him once more, making sure that he is well and truly secure. You reach into the couch and pull out a condom that you always had stashed in there just in case. He looks at you tenderly and combs your hair away from your face with his fingers and you rip the foil open and carefully roll it down his length. When he is nice and wrapped, you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt because you want to give him a full view. He helps you take it off along with your pants and you position yourself on top of him, aligning him to yourself. You lean over to peck him on the lips.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you tell him and he holds your hips, nodding as he helps you sink down onto him. Truth be told, he wouldn’t stop this even if it hurt him because this was Taeyong’s personal heaven. You place your hands on his chest and begin rolling your hips, setting a slow, sensual, torturous rhythm that has Taeyong seeing stars. Soon, your moans and gasps are harmonizing and you think that this is perfect. This is where you belong. You were made for each other. You were born for each other. You wanted him in ways you had never wanted anyone before.

You look at him as you sink down fully, feeling him deep and full and you squeeze around him as you lift back up. You don’t pick up the pace, not yet. You just want to see this boy losing his mind as you stroked him with your wet warmth, squeezing him, building his rapture more than he could bear.

Taeyong’s hiding away, and for a moment you wonder if it is because he’s ashamed of feeling this amount of pleasure. He has one forearm thrown over his eyes and the sounds that escape him are trembling keens, like he’s in pain, like he’s being tortured. Every now and then, his breath hitches in his throat and he trembles all over.

So you move his arm and lean over him, taking his face in your palms and kissing his lips. “Look at me, baby.” you whisper at him and he obliges. You kiss the side of his face, over and over, lovingly, almost chastely but your hips are lewd against his, and he doesn’t know what to think anymore.

“I love you, Taeyong. So much. Did you know that?” You say to him, right in his ear as your hips start to make quick work of his shaft. You have him putty, you can see it and for a while, there is victory in your smile. You have him where you wanted him because he’s barely present anymore. All he can feel is your sinfully sweet warmth holding him prisoner and he’s lightheaded. He feels nothing but euphoria, he smells nothing but your scent clouding his senses, he hears nothing but your moans, ringing in his ears like incantations.

You want him this way, crazed and gone, but the desire to have your name on his pretty lips when you’ve stripped him this bare is strong. So you grab his hair in a stronghold to bring him back, placing your lips close to his. “Say my name, baby.”

“Y/N…” he says in a broken cry and holds your hips as he starts thrusting up into you but you stop him. You know he is close, you know he wants an end to this overstimulation, but you finally have him where he seldom lets you have him. And you want to savour it, have this moment be yours for as long as you wanted.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me.” you know it in your heart but you want to hear it. Hear it when he is most vulnerable. Hear your name from his lips like a prayer when he comes undone. You’re going all out on him now, moving your hips against him like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuckkk, Y/N, I love you! I need you! I need you so much it drives me crazy. I need you, I need you… fuck, baby I’m going to come…” his eyes are closing, the words are coming out of him strained, and you watch victoriously. Like you’ve finally pulled the confession you wanted out of your criminal after sweet, prolonged torture. You make him look at you.

“Ahhh fuck, Y/N…” his yell ends in a croak, and you halt your movements, climbing off of him to take him in your hand, pulling the condom off and pumping him quick while your mouth sucks on the tip, tasting yourself on him. His hips buck into you involuntarily as he holds your hair, saying your name over and over like you wanted, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. He watches with amazement as you swallow everything he gives you, pumping him with your hand fast into your wanton mouth.

He slumps back when he’s done and you’re on top of him, kissing him with your dirty mouth. The poor boy looks too worked out to kiss you back with much presence. So you smile and let him be for a moment so you could clean up. You bring him back a wet towel and a fresh pair of boxers. You begin attending to him, softly cleaning him up and for once in your relationship, he is too spent to protest. He lets you care for him. Usually, he was the one who would do this after sex, but here he lies, too injured, too blissed out, too exhausted. So he lets his girlfriend take care of him and if he were being honest with himself, it felt nice to be looked after like that. It made him feel safe, like deserved the love he was receiving. He lets his eyes droop and drifts off for a moment till he feels your weight behind him, your arms encircling him, holding his wide back to your chest. He feels your swollen lips in the spot at the back of his ear and he hums sleepily.

Maybe you’re in the sweet afterglow of sex but you feel warm and full and whole and loved with your boyfriend in your arms. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.” You tell him softly in his ear and Taeyong melts. He believes the words you tell him, almost like he’s hearing them, really hearing them for the first time. He wants to say so much back but all he can manage is a hum deep in his chest and you feel the reverberation before you hear the sound and it makes you smile.

Maybe when he wakes up, he would tell you how much you meant to him. How thankful he was that you had given him your heart. How you had stuck by him even when his love and passion for you seemed to suffocate you. He finally believed that you wanted to keep him with just as much severity as he wanted you. So he let himself be held as he drifted off in the arms of the woman he loved, wishing that being surrounded in her scent would help him dream of her, too.

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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ANON THIS WAS SO FUN. Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: that good good smut

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?”

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!”

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.”

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right; they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back.

“and you had to get all the flavors?”

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!”

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label. “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?”

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?”

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!”

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?”

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.”

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking.

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips.

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.”

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe.

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose.

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand.

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?”

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.”

~💋~

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore.

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time.

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.”

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.”

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.”

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?”

“hell if I know.”

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization.

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???”

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?”

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?”

“i-it always was!”

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!”

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you.

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world.

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow.

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.”

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms.

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...”

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving.

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...”

“something what? spit it out!!”

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale.

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way.

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.”

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?”

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.”

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???”

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously.

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ”

“right here???”

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!”

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!”

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory.

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that.

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were.

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?”

“wow.” you marveled.

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest.

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air.

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on.

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands.

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch.

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more.

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants.

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously.

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain.

“--tou-touch--”

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand.

“‘hurts so, so bad.”

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes.

“what do you want me to do about it?”

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...”

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans.

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more.

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth.

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips.

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down.

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth.

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.”

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther.

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...”

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?”

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?”

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?”

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste.

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other.

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.”

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes.

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.”

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers.

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?”

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later.

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids.

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you.

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--”

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon.

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls.

“I’m close, god, minho--”

ding-ding-ding!

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???”

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago.

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room.

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.”

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face:

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids oneshots #stray kids drabbles #kpop drabble #kpop imagine #kpop smut #Lee Minho smut #lee minho x you #lee minho x reader #minho x y/n #minho x you #Minho x reader

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goddess-of-green · 3 years

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Hey hey could I request a oneshot (or maybe hcs?? You pick) where the reader isn't really loyal to konoha and is kind of pessimistic (but is still a konoha ninja) and during the kyuubi attack they're just kind of,, standing on the hokage monument, watching the village crumble, [in which obito sees and confronts them] Thank you!!

Ooh, this one is interesting

Warnings: Mentions of violence, morally ambiguous reader

It was strange, Obito noted, that you weren't lifting a finger to save your village.

You wore a Leaf ninja headband.

It wasn't proudly placed on your forehead, but it was in clear view nonetheless. Securely wrapped around your bicep.

Had you not been wearing it, he wouldn't have even thought you were affiliated with the village.

You showed no signs of distress, sitting calmly on the hokage monument as you watched your village being torn apart by the Kyuubi.

You watched with an apathetic gaze, eyes focused but unemotional as your home was ravaged by the demon fox.

Obito noticed that you also seemed unaffected by the Kyuubi's potent chakra. While many would be suffocating under the force of its bloodlust and killer intent.

That either meant you were a force to be reckoned with, or there was simply something wrong with you.

It could be either, really. Obito mused, as he noted your dissociative state in response to the attack on your village.

Time was fleeting, Obito reminded himself.

There was only so much time before Minato would find him and want to fight him. Though he was... hesitant to leave you.

He couldn't help the curiosity that tugged at his heart, impatient and insistent as his human nature called for.

Obito generally squashed down his humane feelings and desires. Libido, regret, and curiosity were among the more dangerous feelings that he tried insistently to repress.

Though as he watched you, ever apathetic as you gazed at your burning village, he convinced himself that interacting with you was worthwhile.

"Hm, what's this?" Obito called as he appeared next to you, using that deep Madara voice of his.

You only glanced towards him, before returning your gaze to the chaos. Either previously sensing him or just simply unaffected by his appearance.

"You don't care what befalls this precious village of yours?" His tone was less genuine and more mocking, but only so to hide the real curiosity that bubbled in his chest.

You were silent for a long moment, and he almost wondered if you were going to answer at all. Finally, you sighed.

"Precious is a strong word. I would not say that this place is of great importance to me. Not nearly as much as the metal plate on my arm suggests."

Obito tilted his head, his gaze falling on your ninja headband again.

"Then why do you display such symbols, hm? If you truly are not tied to this place, then what is keeping you?"

Your gaze returned to the masked man beside you, and you stared at him for a long moment. As if looking through him, analyzing him. It was nearly uncomfortable.

Finally, you looked back to the village.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Obito drew closer to you, tilting his head as he thought over your words.

"What do you mean by that?"

And then, your lips tilted upwards. The first expression you had shown since he encountered you.

"This place means nothing to you, isn't that right? Else you would not have released such a demon upon it. And yet... you keep coming back to it. Whether to dwell on past relationships and mistakes, or to glean information from people you once cared for."

Obito's eyes widened. How could you possibly... ?

He took a moment to respond, reigning himself in and assuring himself that you were only grasping at straws. Surely you didn't know how very close to the truth you were.

"Hm, I'm sure you don't know what you are talking about. Though, you are correct about one thing..." Obito said, moving closer to you as your eyes remained on your village.

"This place and the people that inhabit it don't mean a thing to me."

And then he was jumping at you.

You knew too much. If there was even a chance you knew about his identity, you had to be taken out.

But what Obito didn't expect was to freeze, only inches away from you, his hand still outstretched as he prepared to grasp you.

You had not moved from your spot. Not even spared him a glance as he tried to attack you.

And suddenly it all made sense.

The potent chakra of the Kyuubi, his overwhelming killer intent, and even the distress of your dying village; none of it reached you.

Like some sort of barrier, all of this negative energy just filtered right through.

And he was proven correct then.

You were a force to be reckoned with.

#naruto #obito #obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Change of heart (Chapter 7)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Summary : Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all….. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.

: Pairing : Taehyung x OC / Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content.

Chapter 7

The incessant buzzing of his phone was what woke Taehyung up, his entire body aching something fierce.

He groaned , spitting what felt like damp hair out of his mouth, blinking against the shaft of sunlight pouring into the room through the slats of the large windows . His bedroom faced the river, and every morning the sun spilled right into his bed , lighting the room up . He loved waking up to warmth and sometimes it made up for the absence of a warm body next to him on the bed.

But today, with her wrapped around him, he hated the intrusion....wanted nothing more than to burrow into the bed and stay there for the rest of the year.

It took him a second to realize that Mirae was lying on top of him and he was still, technically inside her. He had been so completely gone the previous night that he could barely remember a thing.

Other than the fact that he hadn’t had sex that good in his life. Ever.

Cupping the back of her head gently and wrapping one arm around her waist, he carefully rolled over, laying her gently on the bed next to him. She whimpered when he slid out of her and he winced when a rush of fluids spilled out of her, drenching his thighs and the sheets.

Bits of the night began to come back to him then.

Vague memories of fucking her to within an inch of her life.

Guilt began to coil around his insides as he pushed the hair of her face. She looked like she had been mauled by an animal. Hickeys bloomed all over her neck, her jaw and even on the fleshy curve of her cheeks. Her hair looked matted with sweat and damp and cum . He had a mental image of her then, weakly crawling away when he tried to push into her for the fifth time, and she had been too sore to take him , begging him to let her suck him off instead and he flinched when he remembered holding her down against the pillow and fucking her mouth.

He’d managed to keep his knot out of her mouth, but he’d also had a really fierce orgasm, and his release had pretty much ended up all over her.

His phone was still ringing and he reached across the bed to grab it, answering the call before checking who it was.

“Taehyung...are you alright?” It’s Dr. Lee and Taehyung blinks, surprised.

“Oh..yes. Dr. Lee , is everything okay?”

“I was only calling to check up on you. My sister told me that you were taking Ms. Yoon home and it made me wonder. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, doc. In fact better than fine. My head is surprisingly clear. I was fully prepared for this thing to last like a week but I feel normal already.”

Dr. Lee laughed.

“Perks of biting your actual mate and not an impostor. How is she, by the way?”

Taehyung relaxed a bit, staring at the girl in his bed. He gently stroked the hair off her face, running the back of his fingers across the smooth skin of her cheeks.

“She’s ... fine.” He said roughly, “ Or as fine as you’d expect her to be.” He added as an afterthought, remembering that she had tried to get up from the bed for a drink of water and her legs had given out almost at once.

“And the mating mark? Did you dress it up like I told you?”

“Yes... It wasn’t that deep but you should probably drop by tomorrow and take a look at it anyway. “ An incessant beeping told him he was getting another call and he quickly apologized and hung up on the doctor taking the other call.

“Tae, the shipment isn’t here on time. We’ve been trying to find the CI who gave us the info and the fucker seems to have run aground. Either that or Yoon’s men got to him.... “ Seokjin’s voice trembled with frustration and anger.

“Oh...fuck hyung that’s bad. Okay, what does Namjoon think? “

“Namjoon says that we should go ahead with drilling that dude we caught during the raid last week, Jaehyun or whatever. He thinks he may have some clue because he was fucking one of the bigger suppliers’ daughter.”

Taehyung groaned.

“What about the reports from the lab? Did they test positive for any other controlled substance? I know we’ve only focused on a couple of them ...I don’t want to be blindsided by anything. “

“That scientist dude is a pain in the ass, refuses to talk to anyone but you and definitely only in person. “ Seokjin scoffed.

“That’s fine.. I’ll be there in an hour. “ Taehyung said sharply.

Seokjin made a noise of disapproval.

“What? Namjoon told me you were with your mate.... You’re going to leave her?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes at that.

“She’s not my actual mate hyung. As in... what we have isn’t like official or anything. She agreed to it because I asked her to help me out and she knows that this isn’t anything more than a business arrangement. I didn’t even want to do it but...sometimes you do things for the greater good....”

He moved to get up out of the bed , levering himself up to stand. He felt better than he had in weeks, his body thrumming with vitality and his mind sharp and clear.

“She’s human right? Is she actually okay?”

Taehyung scoffed at the implication .

“I’m not leaving her bleeding and unconscious, if that's’ what you’re wondering. I bought a bunch of pain stuff for her.... the kind humans use.” He felt that pang of disappointment again.

She was incredible....beautiful and kind and full of heart, yeah but the fact that she was a human was ...... It was just cruel to her.

. He had spouted some nonsense to her about wanting to do this everyday for the rest of their life but nothing could be farther from the truth than that. The idea of having to handle his bedmate with kid gloves made him jittery and nervous.

She was so fucking fragile and he had struggled so hard last night, holding back, over and over again and she had still come out of it completely wrecked.

If she were a wolf, she’d be perfectly fine by now. Healed and happy and probably even up for some morning sex.

And yes the last bit made him sound like a horny bastard but come on, he was a healthy young wolf and an Alpha at that and his libido had always been on the higher side.

He shook his head as though to clear the way his thoughts were heading. It was ridiculous that he was even thinking about this. It was over. He had claimed her. She was his. His wolf was calm now. He could go about his life without having to worry about going into rut or losing his mind at the thought of another wolf near her.

And he would not feel guilty about it.

there was something called the greater good. In the grand scheme of things, one night of discomfort would not cost her anything. But what he was doing was going to change the world for his people.

Seokjin’s voice filtered in through his thoughts.

“At least tell her before you leave, Taehyung. You’re literally the kind of bastard who would do something as insensitive as leave her after you mated her and then act like you did nothing wrong. ”

Annoyed , Taehyung hung up without replying.

Glancing at her, he moved to touch her cheeks again. She was asleep. Sound asleep by the look of it. It would be far more insensitive to wake her up. He would go and meet the guy about the lab results and get back here before she was up.

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“Ow.”

I groaned , muffling my agony against the white sheets as I tried to will myself to get up. Breathe through the pain, I told myself firmly. You do not want to spend the entire day like this. You need a shower, stat.

“Taehyung?” I called out weakly, for what felt like the tenth time. But the eerie stillness in the room told me I was alone in the apartment.

I fumbled with my phone, fighting the urge to call him. If he had left, there had to have been a reason , a reason important enough for him to leave and it struck me again that I had been a little hasty, agreeing to this.

Fueled entirely by my wish to get rid of the excess amount of cum all over me., I dug both my elbows into the bed, lifting my self up to my hand and knees. The pain radiating from my spine, settling deep in my center and the harsh abrasions on my insides.....all of it was a reminder that I had definitely bitten off more than I could chew.

The first thing I did was grab the pain killers on the table, popping three of them into my mouth and dry swallowing. It was a little past eleven in the morning and I was starving. But I had to get a shower first.

The trip to the bathroom was an ordeal and I had to fight tears, just to stand.

Okay. Maybe a bath was in order than.

I fumbled with the taps, watching warm water fill the ceramic tub, sweating a bit in the humid room. I glanced at my thighs, lightly stroking the bruises and watching them bloom purple under my fingertips.

The pain was already ebbing, the tablets doing their thing and with my head a little clearer, my thoughts felt heavy. Regret churned, curdling in my gut and I could taste heartbreak on my tongue.

Sleeping with him had been a mistake.

A colossal fucking mistake, I thought desperately. I was already feeling abandoned and miserable. I wanted to throw on some clothes and go find him in his office . Wanted to curl into his lap and then refuse to leave.

But mostly I wanted to kick myself for feeling that way.

Taehyung wasn’t ..... available for any kind of relationship.

He was an Alpha werewolf and important man.

An important bureaucrat. Someone with power and responsibility. A man driven by his need to protect his kind and destroy anyone who meant him harm.

A man who would do anything to get his way , even if it meant seducing a human he didn’t even like.

And he had seduced me I thought , feeling unaccountably upset at myself.

In the vivid light of day, with my body aching so fierce and my head spinning , I could remember everything that happened the previous day with a sort of vivid clarity. And it was almost an out of body experience, like watching the whole thing happen to someone else.

The way he had framed his words, the soothing comfort, the reassurances. That stupid fucking dance in the living room with the most cliché song in the world, it was like something straight out of a chick-lit novel. Something only a naïve, immature , desperate woman would fall for.

What a cruel heartless bastard, I thought angrily. There was no way he didn’t know the effect of his words and actions on me. There was no way he didn’t know that he was purposely playing the part of a loving partner just to break down any defenses I may have put up.

And like an idiot I had fallen for it.

Staring around at the apartment and realizing he had just left me to fend for myself, without so much as a note....... After spouting all that nonsense about making sure I was comfortable.

And I realized with a jolt that he really only meant it for the sex. All that affection, all that concern had been just for the few hours he had me in his bed. When he meant he wanted to make me feel me meant it only for when we were having sex.

Now that he had got what he wanted , he was back to being the guy he actually was.

A complete stranger.

It made me feel so incredibly foolish .

Wetness spilled onto my foot and I realized the tub was overflowing. I closed the taps quickly before pulling the drain to lower the water level a bit.

Climbing in, I settled back against the hard edge of the tub, letting my eyes flutter shut as the warm water soothed my sore muscles.

“You’re up?”

Jungkook’s voice startled me, and I nearly went under.

“Careful.” Fingers gripped my shoulder, pulling me back to stability and I gasped out, running a hand over my face to get rid of the water.

“You... Where did you come from?” I stared at him , gripping the edges of the tub and watching him.

Jungkook looked like a breath of fresh air, hair slightly damp and clad in a white t shirt and blue jeans. He was grimacing a bit, eyebrows furrowed in evident annoyance.

“This entire room reeks.” He complained, turning on the ventilator in the corner of the bathroom.

I groaned, settling back and just staring at him as he rummaged in the cupboard, pulling out a few bottles, a fresh wash clothe and bottle of body wash.

My body hummed in delight at the thought of actually being cared for.

“I’m not even kidding, is this what having a mate is like? You look like you were in a fight with a thorny hedgerow.” He commented, making his way over , but not before stripping out of his shirt and wiggling out of his jeans.

I hummed, enjoying the view for a second as he finally settled on a small ottoman, right next to the tub.

I gave him a sweet smile.

“Why are you here?” I whispered. He reached over to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Hyung told me to come. He got caught up with work and he feels bad about leaving you here all by yourself.”

“Kim Taehyung....told you to come take care of me. Sounds fake but okay.”

Jungkook laughed.

“To be fair he actually told your brother. But Yugyeom’s busy and he also doesn’t want to see you naked and so he gave me a call.” Jungkook carefully squeezed a dollop of body wash onto the cloth, before gently smoothing the soft linen against my skin. His gaze held mine as he carefully lathered up my shoulders, my collarbones and the curve of my neck. He took care not to touch the dressing on my neck, where Taehyung had bitten me.

I smiled when one finger stretched out, tracing circles on my skin . Jungkook was too young to be subtle , and I felt a pang of guilt when I saw the very obvious look in his eye.

Arousal looked so blatant on his handsome face, lips parted, slicked wet. Eyes heavy and intent as he gently rubbed the skin near my throat, thumb now curving around my neck , gently pressing in.

His gaze met mine and I held it, feeling his hands move lower, fingers curling lightly on the curve of my breasts. When I felt the brush of his thumb on the hard peak of my nipple, I grabbed his wrist.

Tugging his hand away gently, I used my free hand to lightly flick his forehead.

“Behave.” I warned.

His gaze turned pouty and he let out a breathy, “ Just wanted to make you feel good noona.”

“You made me feel a billion times better just by showing up here today. But, I don’t want you to get mauled by Taehyung in case he’s feeling territorial again. ” I smiled, shaking my head. “ I’ll take it from here. Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom and I’ll call you when I’m done so you can help me out. of the tub.”

Which in itself , probably wouldn’t be necessary. The pills had done their trick and other than feeling well fucked, I didn’t particularly hurt.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Jungkook’s voice was petulant , eyes clearly showing how upset he was. He moved back a bit but made no other attempt to leave.

“I thought you liked him.” I chuckled lightly as he carefully arranged the body wash and the washcloths near the tub. I reached for it myself, carefully scrubbing over my skin, for now ignoring the way Jungkook kept his eyes trained on my body as I pulled my legs up to wash them. It was odd, how little his gaze affected me compared to how my body had reacted to Taehyung last night.

With Jungkook it was...just physical.

I liked being touched , so I enjoyed sex with Jungkook.

With Taehyung it had been something so much more.

The very idea of Taehyung touching me, the idea of him wanting to touch me..that had been so overwhelming.

And so sex with Taehyung had blown my mind.

“What do you mean, like him? “ Jungkook frowned.

“It was always Tae hyung, this and Tae hyung that...” I teased. “ You were never subtle about your little man crush on him.”

I carefully grabbed the showerhead, wetting my hair gently.

Jungkook scoffed.

“Of course I like him. You can’t be a wolf and not like Kim Taehyung. He’s done so much for us.” He grabbed the shampoo off the counter but before I could take it from him, he squeezed a bit of it into his palms and sank his fingers into my hair.

“Let me do this for you, noona.,” He muttered , voice deep and soothing and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped, his fingers feeling like heaven as they carefully lathered up the damp strands, massaging my scalp till my eyes fluttered shut.

“Taehyung has things he needs to do and ...well, I agreed to this just so he could avoid any distractions.” I said gently, reaching out and lightly touching his arm.

“That doesn’t give him the right to hurt you though. “

I laughed despite myself.

“Why do you think he hurt me?”

Jungkook stopped his ministrations.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve.”

I felt my breath catch at that. This thing with Jungkook, it wasn’t exactly the sort of thing where I felt comfortable enough sharing my feelings for someone else with him. I felt awful, embarrassed and annoyed that something I hadn’t even fully known myself was , apparently obvious to the world. .

Embarrassed because it would never be reciprocated.

Annoyed because I should have nipped this thing in the bud.

But I couldn’t talk about this now.

“It’s not... “ I hesitated. “ It’s not going to be a problem. For me. I’m going to fix it. “ The dull throb of the bite on my neck mocked me, even as I said it. I had agreed to something momentous , something that carried a lot of consequences behind it, and I had done it on a whim.

Taehyung with his honey dripping tongue and gentle but firm hands had made me dance to his tune so perfectly. But now that the act was over, I was definitely in danger of drowning.

“ So, you’re just going to hang around while he does his own thing.” Jungkook frowned.

“Actually she’s free to walk out anytime she likes.”

Taehyung’s voice broke through the bathroom like a clanging cymbal and I jerked out of the tub in shock.

Jungkook startled too, eyes going wide as he scrambled to his feet.

Taehyung looked like he had stepped right out of a magazine.

He was wearing a perfectly pressed pinstriped white button down and teal green slacks , a slim patterned tie , in hues of green and red, perfectly knotted at the base of his throat and he also had on a waistcoat, fitting him like a glove, setting off his broad shoulders and trim waist.

He had his hair styled into a perfect part, the thick silky locks arching into perfect side bangs that fell into his eyes.

Eyes that held a whole lot of fury as they took in the sight of me, naked in his tub while an almost naked Jungkook had his fingers buried in my hair.

“I thought you would still be sore from last night....but I suppose that isn’t true, if you felt the need to call for your fuck buddy so soon?” He drawled casually.

I felt anger swell inside me.

“ Jungkook was kind enough to help me out because I couldn’t even move.” I gritted out.

“A feat that required him to strip to his boxers?”

“Hyung, just chill. If I fucked her you would be able to smell it. “ Jungkook snapped, moving to shrug his clothes back on.

Taehyung ignored him , grabbing a pair of fluffy white towels from the linen closet.

He gave me a look.

“You done?” He asked shortly.

And somehow, its the sheer disinterest in his tone, the gaze that may as well be directed at a stranger on the fucking road..... That is what really stings.

I felt like the entire weight of every bad decision I had ever made in my life had just dropped on my head. Almost sagging from the sheer hurt permeating my entire body, I grabbed the edge of the tub and levered myself up, not even bothered that I was completely naked.

I stepped right out of the tub, completely ignoring the way my limbs practically screamed in protest at the movement.

I held my hand out for the towel, completely ignoring, Jungkook’s hasty, “ Fuck” or the way Taehyung’s eyes that had gone as wide as saucers.

He held the towel out and I yanked it out of his grip, wrapping the fabric around my body.

Taehyung let out a harsh, “ Get the fuck out of my house.” at Jungkook who quickly grabbed his jeans and stumbled out with a rushed.

“I’ll call you noona.”

I glared at Taehyung, refusing to so much as acknowledge him as I pushed past him into the living room.

“Jungkook wait, I’m coming with you.” I called out angrily and the wolf stopped, looking surprised as he finished pulling his jeans on, fumbling with his buttons.

“Leave, Jungkook.” Taehyung snapped.

“Uh....” Jungkook stared between the two of us.

“Why the fuck are you still here?” This time Taehyung’s voice was louder, deeper, bordering on a true snarl and Jungkook recoiled.

“Fine. I’ll just get a cab then.”

I turned to the bag with my clothes, grabbing the first thing I could get my hands on.

Taehyung’s voice came from behind me , tired and weary.

“Please don’t leave.”

I stopped, closing my eyes and willing myself not to completely lose it.

“Please , just.... I know I shouldn’t be angry. This thing with us is ...nothing.” He said softly, which , fucking ouch . Having him actually say it was so much worse.

But he wasn’t done.

“ Its just a fucking favor you’re doing me, i know that is what it is. We don’t owe each other anything I know , but if you're gonna see Jungkook just... not in my house okay. I didn’t like him with you...in my house.”

I turned around to stare at him.

“What do you think I was doing with him in your house Taehyung? He came over to help because Yugyeom was busy. You were the one who asked him to check up on me....weren’t you?”

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t fucking know...all I know is that my wolf smelled you and another alpha and-”

“You know you’re the only were who speaks like that...” I said angrily.

Taehyung blinked.

“Like what?”

“Like you and your wolf are two different entities. Like you can do any thing you want and then blame your damn wolf for it. And its beginning to piss me off.”

Taehyung flinched at that.

“I’m just... I’m trying to do this in a way that our lives don’t get fucked up. I can’t... Your father....”

“I know. I know my fucking father is a scumbag and that he needs to rot in hell and I am willing to help you do it. But if only you could just.... give me a fucking break .,...”

“I know...and I’m sorry. I just... I’m in a mess. Your father got rid of three of the dealers we could tie him to and it looks like there are other people involved in this whole thing. Other powerful men. I’m just... I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do this without getting someone close to your father.”

I stared at him.

“Well, its not me. He hates my guts... He would never confide in me.”

“But he has a soft spot for a really close friend of mine....I believe you’ve met him....his name is Cha Eun Woo.”

I froze.

“Taehyung....” I groaned in disbelief.

“I wanted to ask you if you would pretend to date Cha Eun Woo...”

I felt like my head was about to splinter in two.

“Just long enough for me to get the info I need. Eun Woo is good at what he does and he can easily get into your father’s good graces, get him to confide in him and we could bring this entire fucking racket down...but the only way Eun woo could have access to your father would be through you.... “

Taehyung sounded desperate as he spoke, and I felt dangerously close to crying.

“So it wasn’t enough that you got to fuck me? You’re just gonna pimp me out to your friends now...” I choked out.

“Fucking hell, Rae...That’s not what this is....This is for the...”

“Greater good.....yeah... I know.... I fucking heard you today morning on the fucking phone...Telling your friend how you had to suffer through a night with me for the greater good. And that's just perfectly fine....what I really don’t understand is why you had to fucking pretend like you actually gave a shit about me.... “ I choked out , my eyes dampening against my wishes .

Taehyung froze, eyes wide.

Something awfully close to pity began to swim in them and I swallowed the bile rising up my throat.

“Fine. Tell your fucking friend to come pick me up.”

I couldn’t bring myself to even look at him.

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