#sensitive queen let’s cry together

[writingsbychlo]

how we survive | azriel

summary; you and rhysand keep one another sane under the mountain, until you can return to your mate, at long last. word count; 5143 notes; yeah, listen, this is rough. obvious trigger warnings for UTM stuff, not just for rhys but reader too. it's hard going. this is pretty much pure angst. also, it's not romantically rhys, but there's honestly more rhys than az, I think. it's just an angsty little piece, so, roll with it. please take caution when reading though, there are quite a few sensitive triggers in it.

If there was one thing Rhysand had both hated and loved in his time Under the Mountain, it had been your presence. He'd been reluctant to take you to the party at all; the party he'd prepared to go to and never leave, the party at which he'd planned to commit his biggest sin of all. And yet, he hadn't been able to stop you, when he'd banned all of his friends from attending in his company, and you'd laid your own invitation on the dinner table before him. Amarantha had wanted you both, and not bringing you would have risen suspicions from the start. And so, the Night Court's favourite courtier, the infamous star in the dark, the woman known to bring kingdoms to her knees with a well-placed smile, had bowed with mock politeness before the red-haired Queen at his side.

For ten years after that fateful night, Rhysand had told you how he hated himself every day for allowing you to come with him, let his chin wobble in rare moments alone as he apologised profusely. In the eleventh year, even that small part of his restraint had broken. He'd clung to you, sobbing endlessly until his knees had given way, until the two of you had been slumped against the wall in one of your hidden nooks, crying in one another's arms. He'd confessed his pain, that over that last couple of years he'd stopped feeling guilty at all, he'd stopped wishing he could go back and change that day, change the way it all happened. 

You'd watched his face crumble as he confessed he wasn't sorry at all anymore, that he thought himself selfish and heartless, for thanking the Mother you had come, that he had someone, a friend he cared for so much, a friend he loved so dearly, just one person who knew he wasn't truly a monster, even on the days he thought he was slowly becoming one. You'd cried too, and told him he was your only remaining tether to your heart, that as everything else was slowly becoming stone as cold and hard as the walls confining you both, he was your star in the dark.

For forty years after that day, you had shared Rhysand's bed. Every night he wasn't held by Amarantha until morning, he'd crawl back into his bed, into your arms, and cry silently into your neck until he fell asleep. Every night you weren't expected to play the seductive courtier, the role Amarantha had carved for you, a prize she'd reward for loyalty, the only thing keeping you safe, you crawled back to him. And he held you, soothing your hiccuping sobs with soft murmurs, playing with your hair until you dozed off. Every night, you held one another, tethered one another, found new ways, every way possible to stop the other's soul from shattering entirely. 

He would use those lingering pieces of his powers to show you memories of Azriel, when so many decades had passed you'd both begun to forget what their faces looked like, the emotions held in every snapshot warmed you both through. Every story you whispered in the dark, the same ones over and over of your family back home, never failed to bring either of you back from the brink. Jokes from Cassian that you both knew word for word, tales Azriel would tell of all the wonderful places he'd see on his travels, stories from Mor of her parties, myths from Amren, everything that stitched the broken pieces of you both together, holding tight, as long as you could. 

You'd whisper to him, as his head lay on your chest and your fingers combed through dark hair, what it felt like to have a mate. And somehow, despite all the darkness, the smile that would paint his lips let you know that he believed it when you told him he'd have that one day. When you were overwhelmed, when the façade became too much, Rhysand would sweep you up into dances to keep away the filthy hands of those males that always slipped too far, and he'd waltz you across the floor until you could no longer stand. He'd make sure to stay sober on the nights you drank, to keep an eye on you as you sent yourself into oblivion to simply forget it, and you'd do the same for him on the nights he could no longer bare it. He kept you warm, he kept you whole, he kept you sane, as you did for him.

The day he had woken up, gasping for breath and jerking so violently in your arms that it stirred you too, he spilt all about that first dream; when he'd first seen that woman. He told you every morning, as you shared a pillow, with soft smiles before the day truly started, he'd recount every detail of what he'd seen the mysterious woman in his dreams do. He told you about the flowers on the table, the scenes of a forest he didn't recognise, a human town and what it was like. He told you of the night he sent something back, the night sky image he'd pushed to her, the glint in his eyes that had been missing for almost half a century was finally back.

That night, when the two of you recalled one of the many well-worn tales Cassian would tell when drunk, instead of merely smiling fondly, the two of you had laughed. Laughed so hard and loud that tears spilled from your eyes, you'd been clutching one another, gasping for breath at the amusement of old memories. And you'd stayed awake all night, talking and sharing jokes, until the silent halls outside the doors had filled with sound once again. 

He'd come back shaking from his trip to Calanmai, wound up in such a frenzy that when he fell into bed that night you'd had to spread your entire body across the top of his to hold his shaking down. The night after, when he'd returned looking stricken and pale from his visit to Spring Court, he'd thrown up every bite of dinner the two of you had shared, he’d cried his way through three bottles of wine as he told you about how he just knew that woman, the woman from his dreams, the one he'd met, was his mate. How he'd never see her again, but was so grateful for such a gift. You were sure it was breaking the final parts of your heart, as he clung to you that night so tightly, in a way he hadn't done since the first few years of seeking comfort in one another.

When you'd watched his face fall apart as Feyre, her name finally known to you both, had been dragged into the main hall, you'd done what you do best, what you'd done for months-shy of fifty years. You gave your everything to hold Rhys together. When you watched the last threads begin to fray, you'd pressed a drink into his hand, and stood behind his chair, running your fingers through his hair and crooned mocking words at his mate that only made Amarantha laugh; you'd felt Rhys jerk away from your touch in anger at you for saying such wicked things, but you knew it was best. His fear turned to anger, his emotions were directed at you and not his mate, and it saved his life. 

You let him be angry, that night you had let him seethe, you had let him turn away from you in your shared bed, let him sleep so far from your body that not even his wings touched you, even if it broke your heart. The following morning, you did the same, you grinned and giggled as Amarantha practically tortured Feyre, and Rhysand wore his usual mask, the anger broiling at you fuelling all of it. You saved his life, again. He did not come to bed at all that night. In the morning, his smell was in the bathroom, the door locked, as he scrubbed away the scent of Amarantha that lingered in the air. 

And upon the day of Feyre's first trial, you sowed the seeds as he fretted over his mate. You lounged, and gambled on her success to incite others against the Queen, you danced with any male bold enough to try and get his hands on you only to whisper into his ear your own misgivings. When murmurings of Feyre possibly breaking the curse reached Rhysand's ears from the crowd by the end of the night, you watched something spark in his eyes. 

When he came to bed that night, he smelt of the dampness of the mountain dungeons, of blood and of humans, and he collapsed down tiredly with his cheek pressed to your shoulder, whispering his apologies, begging for forgiveness. And you held him, you answered by wrapping your arms so tightly around him he shuddered with suppressed sobs, because you'd felt that craze, that pain, that longing, with your own mate. The one you were so desperate to see once again someday, and you hoped Feyre was the key.

She was. You watched her die to break the curse, you watched Rhysand prepare to give his life with her, and you prepared to give your own to stop him. It took every shred of strength that you'd had to hold him back, everything you had when he'd clawed and fought at you to let him go when he'd watched Amarantha snap her neck, and he'd collapsed to the floor in shock, staring at you in agony and betrayal as the breaking sound of her neck echoed the cavernous room.

You'd cupped his face, fingers smoothing over the tears on his cheeks to clear them, the sounds of Tamlin tearing Amarantha to shreds falling away as background noise. "Hold the bond, Rhysand. Grip it tight, use that power that's coming back, and hold on. Do not let her go, you can keep her with you." And so he had, he hadn't blinked, hadn't flinched, while you'd held his eye and wiped away every tear, until he'd gasped on a hoarse throat, lips flickering at the edges. "I've got her." He had whispered. 

Everything had been a blur after that, watching all of the high Lords bring her back, Rhys' fingers had never left your own for even a second once he'd taken your hand. Everything was changing, too much, too fast from the way it had sat stagnant and rotting for fifty years, and you were both afraid to let the other go. Afraid that if you did, the other would disappear. On the balcony, as he called to her, to make sure she was alright and that everything would begin to fall as it should, he finally let you go, but only when you felt his mind wrap around yours wholly; no walls, nothing between you both now as it had been for so long. With his power back, he dared to, he dared to let his hand leave yours just to step a few metres away onto the balcony, to take a breath of fresh air, as he clung to your mind with his own. A safety net, a reassurance. 

He'd panicked, you'd felt the snapping of his mate bond in his chest, felt it ricochet through his connection to you, and before you’d known it, the two of you were gone. His hands were gripping your shoulders as pure night unfurled around you both, and when you could see again, you were home. 

Walls you thought you'd never lay eyes on again, paintings you'd forgotten the colours of, people whose faces you'd forgotten, smells that had long since faded from your nose, it all came crashing down. Mor had been the first there, and she'd caught Rhysand as he collapsed, mumbling about his mate, the utterly numbing feeling that washed over your whole body when that bond snapped, you'd felt it yourself. And for the first time in fifty years, you felt your bond hum, pulse, and jump-start within your chest. A dead thread as heavy as chains that had been wrapped around your heart with the suppression of that mountain, that curse, it finally came back to life. You felt the pull, so hard and fast you stumbled forward, knees hitting the ground so harshly you winced, your palms shooting out to catch yourself before you hit the tiles. 

You never reached them, though, your shoulders jerked as you were caught, cold shadows whipping as space and time were wrenched open, and then a warm body was holding you. You gasped, a heaving breath, nails scraping over thick leather as you tried to haul heavy breaths into lungs that refused to open. Your head was spinning, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. The smells, that same comforting smell you'd forgotten so long ago were now washing over you in waves, every taut muscle went loose as you collapsed into his chest. 

Your mate, your husband, your love. 

His arms circled you, strong and warm and safe, so much like the way Rhysand had held you but never enough, never the same, he hadn't been Azriel. No, now you had him, and he shushed you, his entire body trembling almost as much as yours did, crying as hard and as loudly as you did, gripping with the same fierceness. You were shrouded with darkness, his wings wrapping around you, a warmth that no fire or blanket could ever bring, shadows swirling faster and faster until you were practically concealed inside of a bubble only for the two of you. 

Nothing was said, not as the bond between you both finally sang, a feeling you'd once worried would never come back, a feeling you'd accepted was lost to you years ago, it was back. You felt every burst of Azriel's emotions, crashing in vicious collisions with yours, both of you left breathless to finally be able to feel one another again. That bond was pulling tight, strumming between your two hearts in absolute ecstasy.

When you'd finally been able to pull away, you'd had no strength at all. You'd remained slumped on the floor, surrounded by his wings and a thick wall of shadows, but you mustered enough strength. Enough to cup his face, to run your thumbs over his cheeks, to memorise the way he looked once again, to commit every single piece of him to heart, to promise never again to forget the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he finally smiled, to never forget the shine in those amber eyes, to never forget the curl of his lips as he whispered your name. 

It was hours before his shadows finally calmed enough to free the two of you, to let the light of the home slip back in. Hours of whispered conversations, hours of confessions and tears, hours of long stretches of silence that consisted of merely holding one another, drowning in one another once again. 

When the light started to leak in, conversation from outside of that bubble was returned, and your chest swelled full of emotions you thought you'd cried out. It was back, great tidal waves of it as you set your eyes on Cassian, who'd dropped to his knees so fast you thought they'd crack, and swept you into a hug so crushing you'd feel it for days. You cried with him, and held him, with Azriel's fingers never quite leaving you, always there, always touching. 

When Mor had taken Cassian's place, Azriel had hovered, finally standing, stretching out legs that had lost sensation, flexing tight wings, his hand resting in your hair as he rubbed soothingly at your scalp. No matter how long passed, he'd never forgotten just how to give you exactly what you needed. Then Amren, she had always been cold, always composed, and yet even she had offered a smile, a thick swallow with a nod of her head, and a hug that lasted barely a few seconds but held everything you needed to know. Even Amren had missed you both.

Dinner that night was quiet, and tense, with everyone waiting for you or Rhys to say something, everyone waiting for someone else to break the silence. You'd taken a seat next to your friend, your best friend, on instinct. Azriel had a hand resting over your knee, on the back of your chair, always touching you in some way. Yet those skittish touches had paused when Rhysand had reached out, instinctively, taking your hand during one of Cassian's stories and lacing your fingers together, hidden under the table to sit on his thigh. You'd felt confusion, and hurt, echo down the bond, as shadows swirled possessively of their own accord around your wrist, tugging at Rhysand’s impatiently.

You squeezed your friend’s hand tighter, and sent nothing but love down the bond to your mate. It was hard, to snap out of a mentality that you'd grown so used to over fifty years. You were lost, sinking in it all, you couldn't breathe, like you were being pulled down through the thick lakes in Oorid. No matter how much you loved your friends, no matter how much you had missed them, it was too much, all at once. 

Your breathing got shallower and shallower, and you could feel Rhysand's pulse beating faster and faster against your own as he felt the same. The night was running on, but the food was tasting like ash in your mouth and the wine was bitter and made you cringe, and you were gripping one another's hands so tightly that each of your knuckles were white. 

Rhysand had snapped first, standing abruptly and taking your hand with him, everyone's gaze closing in on it, and he dropped it a second too late. He said he needed his quiet, he needed some space, needed to think. They understood, and you could have cried when they bid you a soft farewell, before Azriel had winnowed you both home. Home to a bedroom you barely recognised anymore, to unfamiliar smells. A bedroom with windows, the light of the night pouring in, the sounds of happiness in the streets buzzing in your ears. 

Silence, was all that was left after Azriel drew the curtains, and prepared to change for bed. You were frozen, in the middle of the room, because you couldn't remember. You couldn't remember your own home now, you couldn't remember where your pyjamas were, or which side of the bed was yours, or even what your address was. 

And something broke. Tears streamed wordlessly, soundlessly, down your cheeks as you stared at the bed, a bed you hardly remembered. The longer you looked, the harder your chest heaved. It was made of pale wood, covered by thick blue sheets made of cotton and pillows that were fresh and crisp and white. But, dark silk taunted you behind your eyes, mountains of maroon pillows on a black frame, the wicked curve of red lips as you recalled the room Amarantha had given to you, given to both you and Rhysand, a sick gift as she promised you that you could 'have her dripping leftovers' back each night. A game, just another one she'd played with you, as she tested how far she could push you and Rhys, to see if you'd ever both truly snap.

Azriel approached, slowly and cautiously, one hand looping loosely around your waist, the other coming up to weave into your hair, moving until your face was pressed to his neck. "It's okay."

"It's not okay," There was so much wrong, so much you couldn't remember, couldn't shake away, so much you hated about yourself and what had happened that you would never be able to leave behind. Things you may never be able to voice.

"I-I could smell it - him - on you as soon as I held you." His voice cracked, and confusion filled you, sadness of his own meeting yours in a twist between your hearts. Worst of all, came the crushing guilt, because you'd always imagined that coming home to Azriel would be nothing short of perfection, and yet the routine you'd formed with Rhysand was jarring in its absence now. "It's okay, it was so long. He was all you had, and it's okay. I can feel that you still love me, as I still love you. It's okay if you love him too."

"Azriel. Az, my love. Rhysand, he held me together when I missed you so much I thought I'd never-" You choked on a sob, and he only nodded, head moving as it lay atop yours to tell you he understood, you didn't have to say it. "I love him, I love him more than anything, and he gave me everything he had under that mountain, as I gave him everything I had, to keep one another whole. But please, believe me, trust me, and rest assured when I say that I have never been in love with anyone other than you."

He pressed a kiss to your temple, head dipping to kiss your cheeks, your nose, everywhere he could reach, before he was pausing with his lips brushing your own. He believed you, you knew, you felt it, and when his lips closed softly over your own, a fresh batch of tears poured from both of you. It was soft, and delicate, learning the taste of one another once again, and when he pulled back, it was like he was taking all of your thoughts with him. "It's okay. We can learn it all again, everything, I'll show you it all. You are home, you are back with me, and I will not let you go again."

"I was worried this was a dream," you whispered, voice thick as he guided you slowly towards the bed, and you tried to blink back any more tears. Your throat was raw, your eyes burned and your skin was stinging from how much you cried today. You didn't want anymore. you couldn't. "But I know that it's not a dream. I know, because I had forgotten the smallest details of your face, the way you smelled, and how it felt to be held by you. I know it's not a dream, because my mind had lost the ability to conjure you like this for comfort so long ago."

You sat nervously on the side of the bed that he directed you to, and it felt familiar. It felt reassuring, your fingers brushing over the bedside table on this side as it all started to come back to you. You watched as he silently moved to the dresser against the wall. One with a vase full of fresh flowers, you did remember that, you loved those fresh flowers, it had been your pride to get new ones for the bedroom every week, and you'd missed flowers so much when you'd been where none would grow. He opened a drawer, pulling out a set of pyjamas you didn't remember owning, but the fact he'd never packed your things away, they'd always sat here waiting for you, made you settle so much you felt weightless.

"I want to-" You didn't know, didn't know how to say that you couldn't wear those, that they no longer belonged to you, they weren't what you wanted, or needed. Some kind of base need thrummed down the bond, instinctive and subconscious, but the flare of his wings told you that Azriel understood. Slowly, he reached behind himself, unbuttoning the clasps of his leathers, stripping off that top layer and discarding it to the floor. A soft but worn t-shirt sat underneath, stuck to his skin and falling loose with every heavy breath. He undid that too, but rather than throwing it, he held it out.

It was warm, the heat of his body keeping it so as it fell into your hands, and you clutched the bundle up to your nose, taking a deep breath, and feeling the last of the tension drip from your body. Standing on weak and shaky legs, you stripped off your clothes, uncaring of the eyes that never left your form. Your body hadn't been your own for a long time now, simply another possession of Amarantha's, and you were too tired to care about his stare. Even as he took in every new bruise or scar, even as he took in every fresh new whorl of ink on your skin, and itched to know what kind of bargains you'd had to make that branded you. 

When you tugged his shirt over your head, feeling the brush of the warm cotton, drenched in his scent, your head spun. And for the first time in the whole night, you finally felt truly at home. You could breathe, lungs filling all the way up, a rush through your blood. Seconds later, Azriel's knuckles were brushing your back, quietly doing up the clasps to hold the material closed, despite the gaping patches from your lack of wings. When he finished, you fell into bed, puffing up the pillows and watching tiredly as he changed himself. He did not bother with a shirt, despite the chill in the air, and you both knew why. 

He plunged the room into darkness before joining you in bed, and the second he was within reach under the covers, you plastered your body to his. He chuckled lightly, though no humour filled it, and his hands gripped you just as tightly as you held him. 

It was within that same tight embrace that you fell asleep. It was soundless sleep, one of exhaustion and weariness that not even nightmares could find you, but the second your subconscious felt Azriel moving, you were snapped from it so violently your stomach churned. 

Your hand flew out to his side of the bed, warm still, fingers grasping the sheets as panic rose. It was dark, so dark, you couldn't see a thing and for a second you were sure you had dreamt it all. You were alone again, wrapped in taunting silk in a horrid shade of red as Rhys was detained by Amarantha again, and it was as you were gulping in harsh breaths that you heard it. Knocking, loud and reverberating through your home from the wooden front door. Shadows whispered across your cheeks as your hand flung out, illuminating the faelight on the bedside table. Your hand crashed into the lamp, knocking it into the wall. 

Swirls of darkness remained around you even as the room was lit, and you took a deep breath. They were comforting, weaving through your hair and nudging across your cheeks to wipe away tears, a sure sign that your mate hadn't been ripped from you once again, but it didn't stop the fear. Nothing stopped it, until he returned, the banging stopped, and he reappeared sleepily in the open bedroom doorway, slipping inside. As you set your eyes on him, you could finally breathe again, and he rubbed tiredly at his face, but rigidly alert the second he took in the tear tracks on your cheeks in the faint glow of the room.

"What happened, my love?"

"You- you can't-" Your heart stammered, chest aching at the tightness, and you held hard onto his hands to tug him closer as soon as his knees hit the bed. "You can't leave me. You can't go. Anywhere. I thought- I was alone again, don't leave me, Azriel, don't go, don't-"

He shook his head, closing in enough to press a shaky kiss to your lips, and when you calmed enough to twist back to your pillows, you realised he hadn't returned alone. Lingering in the doorway was Rhysand, dried tear stains on his own cheeks, feet bare as he stood in the doorway of your bedroom. 

"I'm sorry for coming here." He whispered, shrugging helplessly as a laugh so hollow and self-deprecating left him your own heart ached. You could feel the agony washing down the bond from Azriel, as he took in his long-lost brother. "I... I can't sleep without you. I can't sleep alone. I'm too scared to get in my bed. It's too big, and cold, and-"

You shifted further into the large bed toward the middle, toward Azriel's side, then lifted the covers, and Rhysand cut himself off with a sniffle, holding back his tears like you were trying to do. He shuffled across the room, stumbling in a way so un-lordlike you committed it to memory, until one day, maybe, you'd be healed enough to tease him for it. He settled into the bed, and you tucked the blankets around his body as he settled into the mattress, finally losing a sigh, that carried away everything he'd been holding onto. 

"I'm sorry, Azriel."

Your mate settled in behind you, one arm curling under your body to pull you flush to his back, the other reaching over you, beyond you, to settle a comforting weight on Rhysand's shoulder. The lord's eyes lined with silver, and he squeezed them shut. "You have nothing to be sorry for, brother. You kept my mate alive, you stopped her from breaking, and you brought her home to me. I am happy that you found solace in one another, and that you are both home. If it had to happen, I would not wish it to have happened any other way. If this is what you need, then this is what you shall have."

You settled one hand over Azriel's where it held you tightly to his body, and the other reached out, settling over Rhys' and weaving your friend's fingers through your own from where it sat on his pillow. He gripped back tightly, sniffing back tears once again. "Thank you." He whispered, voice unable to go any louder. 

He winked out the lamp once again, three sets of breaths harmonising in the room as true peace fell over you all. "Thank you, for taking care of her, Rhysand. One day, when you find your mate, I hope I'll somehow be able to repay that debt. But this? You can have this for as long as you need. We are yours for as long as you need us."

Rhys whispered his thanks, the words hanging in the air, and he tapped at your mental shields. You squeezed, knowing what he wanted, and he gave a soft scrape in silent thanks. He wasn't ready to tell them yet, to tell the rest of your family that he had met his mate, that he knew her and lost her, but he would one day. Until then, you'd keep his secret, and you'd slowly heal, together, now that you were home.

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'Save It - 03'

(smut)

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. Abuse, hickeys, making out, mentions of bleeding, angst

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

You watched as the water in the kettle boiled, it brought back painful memories. You remembered how the man sat near a fireplace, heating a metal rod to hit your skin.

“Where are your parents, little girl? I need my money!” the man screamed.

“I- I d- don’t know” you stuttered in fear.

“Don’t worry, mommy and daddy will come for you” he said as he grabbed your hair aggressively.

But they never came… so you ran.

You shut your eyes to the thought of being found by them again. You knew your parents were alive, but it was easier to consider them dead than the fact that they abandoned you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself scratching the scar on your arm.

‘Shit, ouch it hurts. I should really stop this habit of scratching, before it starts to bleed again.’

“Hey love” Jay entered the kitchen.

“Oh- your back!” you quickly pulled down our sleeve to cover your arm.

“Yeah, I bought something for you!” He dragged you to the couch and made you sit on his thigh, and gave you the bag 

You opened the bag. It was a dress, a white dress. It was so elegant and simple, just what you loved.

“Oh my god, Jay it’s so pretty! Thank you!” you hugged him with so much force he fell back, his head resting on the couch head. You straddled him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt so safe and peaceful in his arms. The both of you stayed like that for sometime, Jay occasionally ran his fingers through your hair.

“You like it that much?” Jay kissed the side of your head.

“Mhm, I love you” you confessed.

You felt Jay freeze his movements on your hair, pulling you back to make you look at him. His eyes were glossy and teary. His lips formed into the brightest smile, making the butterflies in your stomach explode.

“Why are you crying, baby?” you chuckled and started to wipe them away with your thumb. Jay cupped your cheeks and brought your face closer, connecting the both of your foreheads. 

“I wanted to say that first” he whined in a whispered tone, making you giggle.

“It does matter who says it first, silly,” you teased him, stroking the ends of his hair.

“I love you more. You're an addiction baby” he confessed back, the both of you shared a kiss filled with emotion, which made your stomach flip. You couldn’t believe you thought Jay was scary, your once terrifying boss. Like he heard your thoughts, you felt him smile into the kiss, your noses and teeth clashed into each other as you shared a hot, messy make out.

“I’m your boss only when we aren't together” Jay mumbled into the kiss and you nodded in approval.

“What about when it's only us together?” you teased him.

“My queen” he leaned into your lips once again, but you stopped him with your fingers. Jay looked at you confused, but when you attached your lips to the birthmark on his neck, he couldn’t help but moan out loud. You kissed his skin gently, swirling your tongue on his sensitive area. But soon enough you started sucking on it harshly, making a red mark that soon turned purple. Purple. Your favorite color.

“Fuck baby-  how am i supposed to hold back when you do this?” he moved his head to the side, giving you more access to his neck. After a few more hickeys, you giggled and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Ah, you got a parcel, from a man” you said once you pulled away, getting up to bring the bag to him. Jay’s eyes widened when he read the letter, and that made you worried. His face turned pale.

“Jay? You okay?” you asked, concerned. 

“Huh- ..yeah, yeah i’m okay” he cleared his throat, his mother pulled another stunt 

“My mother is expecting me to wear this tonight” Jay said the truth. He hoped that his mother wouldn't do anything tonight at the party, especially about his marriage. He had to tell you but… how? He just got you and now he had to lose you… 

“I need to tell you something, Jay” you broke the silence, you were ready to tell him. Mustering all the confidence you had, you opened your mouth, but-

His phone rang.

“Sorry, baby” he said rather quickly and stormed off.

Later, you took a shower and applied your daily amount of foundation. You put on the dress Jay got for you. It was gorgeous. The expensive material felt so foreign on your skin. You came out of the bathroom, only to be met with the drooling sight of Jay in a black tuxedo. He looked so angelic and unreal as he made his bowtie in front of the mirror, like a fictional character straight out of a fairytale. Like your own prince charming. But he looked… sad, and worried.

Jay was anxious. He prayed with all his heart for nothing to happen tonight. He regretted answering his parents call earlier.

“Make sure you wear that, Jongseong. And be polite” was all they said, and made him worried, what if they-

“Love?” he heard your voice. He turned and almost cried at how beautiful you looked. Your hair let loose and thread with small white flowers, hands decorated with a simple ring and bracelet. And your eyes were filled with a galaxy of stars. Jay was truly whipped for you.

“Jay?” you found him smiling like an idiot.

“My beautiful princess” he pulled you into his arms and kissed the crown of your head, giggling at your flustered reaction.

“I can’t get enough of you, should we not go tonight and stay in bed?” Jay secretly hoped you'd agree, but-

“No baby, we shouldn’t let our desire collide with business, you taught me that” you cupped his cheek and massaged his neck.

“ I did?..”  Jay made a funny face and you laughed.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The party was huge. The moment the guards let the car through the gateway, you saw people getting out of limousines. And they wore fancy dresses that barely covered anything. You suddenly felt insecure, what if the people mistake you for a waitress? Just as you were getting lost in your negative thoughts, you felt a kiss on the back of your hand.

“You okay, love?” Jay leaned into your ear.

“Yeah, no i’m okay” you smiled back.

“In my eyes you're the most beautiful one here, that’s a huge compliment you know? Especially coming from the owner's son!” 

You laughed at his humor, but you knew deep down he was scared of something.

“Thank you baby. Are you okay though?” 

“Mhm better than ever! You're gonna love the party” he patted your hand in reassurance.

You got out of the car and almost immediately wanted to go home. Everyone looked your way… well, maybe at Jay who was standing behind you. Jay held your hand from the back, but you let go of it immediately. It broke your heart to remember that you were only his secretary in public. You got your head out of your ass and stepped behind Jay. The poor boy was so confused, he looked like a lost puppy, so you had to do this.

“Shall we, Mr. Park?” you stressed on the last word and he changed his expression.

You watched from the back at how many business men walked up to charm Jay and how many girls tried to touch him. Each elder Jay greeted had a nice woman to introduce to him. You couldn’t believe the duality Jay had with you and business, it was… scary.

“Jongseong! Look at my son! So handsome” Jay’s mother greeted him, and he smiled.

“And who may you be?” she looked at you, and with that, you knew she hated you.

You put on your ‘be nice face’ and smiled “I’m Mr. Park’s secretary, ma’am”

“Oh, so your Y/n! Yes yes, Jay has mentioned you” when she turned her attention to someone else, Jay sneaked a smile at you which made you blush.

“Oh my! Jay! You look so dashing in this suit!” Jay’s eyes widened at the familiar woman behind you.

“Soojin… I didn’t know you could make it-” 

You could tell that Jay said those words half- heartedly. The woman wore a sparkly black dress that showed her legs really well, she sized you up and raised an eyebrow at you, and you definitely didn’t like the sentence she spoke next.

“I knew this suit looked good on you, we truly do match!” she walked past you and threw her arms around Jay’s neck. The sight made the blood boil in your body. She dared touch your man, also in front of you.

“Well you two are going to be engaged soon, and I'll be the happiest mom!” Jay’s mother cheered as she pushed Jay and Soojin together. 

‘Engaged?’ 

Your smile faded.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. He was supposed to get engaged to someone? And he didn’t tell you? Was his plan to use you? Soojin smiled at him, but his eyes were on yours. His eyes begged you to stay.

Jay looked at your glossy eyes, he had fucked up. You looked so confused and hurt, it broke his heart to see you like this. You were hurt, betrayed… and he was the reason. Jay distantly could hear his mother talking about his wedding… with someone else. When you turned and walked away, Jay’s insides broke down. His chest ached so painfully. He had to explain before you left him.

You walked slowly… almost like you wanted him to grab onto your arm, turn you around and say ‘it’s not what you think’ or ‘ i love you’. But it was just false hope.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost ran into the wall but was held back by-

“Hey, Y/n, you okay? Woah… why are you crying?” Heeseung examined your face.

That was your last string. Your tears finally broke free, making Heeseung embrace you.

”H- Heeseung- Ja- Jay… He- he has” you said in between sobs, trying to catch your breath.

“Shh… breathe Y/n, hey, come with me” Heeseung led you to the rooftop of the building. 

You're welcomed with a gush of wind, you really needed this. You removed your heels and sat on the ledge of the building. You looked up at the night sky, lit with a thousand little suns. The moon shone with a dim light, which made the city lights look brighter. The wind dried your tears and brought freedom to your hair. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent until you saw Jay seated beside you, his hair was messed up, his jacket discarded and bowtie lost.

“I ran,” he said.

“Why?” you questioned.

“Because I thought you... left” Jay’s voice quivered.

You felt a pain in your chest when his voice cracked. It was always your voice that cracked in front of him, who would have thought the opposite would happen. The both of you stayed quiet, enjoying the view and the cool breeze, but the entire time, Jay had his eyes on you. He needed to apologize, and he was grateful that you gave him time to speak. 

“Y/n… I’m so sorry I didn't tell you about the engagement plans” Before he could speak the next sentence, Jay found himself crying.

“I tried to tell you, I promise- I did… but I was scared you’d leave me, and I was selfish to not tell you” Jay said while fresh tears greeted his cheeks. Your heart ached to see him crying, he was so vulnerable and a part of you knew he was telling the truth.

“We could have worked something out… maybe spoken to your father or mother about me” you faced him and tears bloomed.

“I know, I- I wasn’t thinking, I was so absorbed in my happiness, I didn’t think of yours- and I kept ignoring my mom’s calls, trying to cover up everything” liquid like silver dripped from Jay’s chocolate brown eyes. He cried into his hands, it felt like he was scolding himself. Like he was battling his own thoughts.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, I forgive you… look at me, Jay” you held his face in your palms, making him look at you.

“I’m so sorry Y/n… I promise, no more secrets” he leaned his head in your palm, you held his face and kissed his wet lips. Jay didn’t expect you to do that, but the moment your warm lips met, his heart awakened. He felt like he was breathing again. You were the oxygen to his lungs, the beating of his heart and his reason to smile. He held your face and kissed you harder, grateful to god for making you his.

“Baby… ” he whispered into your ear, and you felt the tears once again. He rubbed his nose on your neck, inhaling your scent, arms tightly wrapped around your waist… like you were going to run away from him. 

“I have something to tell you too…” you massaged the nape of his neck and gently pulled away as you prepared your words. You didn’t want another secret to invade your relationship. 

“What is it?” Jay asked and you stayed silent, looking down.

“Are you engaged to Heeseung?” Jay panicked.

“What? No!” you laughed at his horrified expression, which made Jay crack at his own assumption. You and Jay laughed so hard that you didn’t hear the door open, and a person walked in.

“You guys are so cute it’s sickening” Heeseung commented as he made his way towards you two.

“Heeseung! Where’d you go?” you noticed only then that Heeseung went missing.

“I went down to bring you some water and saw Jay running around like a cockroach… so i told him you were here” Heeseung sat next to you and glared at Jay teasing him.

“I would have found her without your help” Jay rolled his eyes at Heeseung, which provoked his humor.

“No way! Do you know how hard it was to find Y/n back in college, she used to hide on the rooftop and no one could find her! Not even me!” Heeseung explained with his dramatic hand movements which made the three of you laugh.

“Shows how dumb you were, Heeseung,” Jay laughed.

“You little…” you covered their mouths and laughed at the reactions they made.

Later, you three spoke of the most random things in life, each sentence ending with laughter. This was the start of a new bond …a friendship. 

“Bye Hee… and thank you” you hugged Heeseung at the entrance.

“No problem Y/n, if he does anything to hurt you, I’m right here okay? We all need that one… friend, right?” Heeseung smiled sadly.

“I’m glad you're that friend” you patted his arm and got into the car.

“You treat her well” Heeseung said when Jay offered his hand 

“I will, thank you… I guess” Jay shook his hand with heeseung’s and got into the car

You suddenly felt nervous when Jay opened the door to your shared suite. You were going to reveal your biggest secret. What was he going to say about your dark past… 

‘They tell you to be yourself and they judge you’ what if he leaves you?

“Love? Something wrong?” you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Jay in front of you

“Yeah… just a little..” you tried to hide the fear.

“Scared?” He completed your sentence with the softest voice. You nodded your head in defeat.

“You don’t have to tell me Y/n. If it makes you uncomfortable, then don't” Jay brought you into his chest and embraced you. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

You felt so warm and… loved. His scent and warmth somehow made you feel like home. The small smiles and laughs he made were like oxygen to your lungs. You suddenly broke down, all that pent up sadness that you suppressed for months and years finally broke free. You wrapped your arms around his body and held the back of his shirt like he would disappear as you cried into his chest.

“Yn… what’s wrong? Are you okay, love?” Jay's concerned tone made you sob harder. How did you get a pure soul like him? Who were you to claim him yours? Did you really deserve him?

“Y/n, baby, please look at me? Hm?” Jay made you sit on the bed and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his.

He started to worry when you cried. Did he do something to make you cry? Did you truly forgive him after tonight? He couldn’t  lose you again, but if it was him who made you cry, then he didn’t deserve you.

“Is it me? D- did I make y- you uncomfortable after Soojin? Is it her?” Jay stuttered as he tried to find the words.

“Jay… I'm scared… what happened tonight scared me so much” you cried.

“I’m so sorry baby… I- I should have told you-”

“No- that’s not it… the thought of losing you was so painful, Jay. Tonight while I was up there, I thought about your future with Soojin and ways to move on from you”

You cried into your hands. All this time you spent your life working and emotionless, moving on doing your best not to dwell on your emotions. You constantly told yourself ‘no one will do it for you,so you do it yourself’, ‘love won’t get you anywhere’. 

“Y/n, I’m not going anywhere… I’m here for you so please look at me” Jay took your hands in his and rubbed circles at the back of your palm.

He couldn’t believe the fact that you were afraid of losing him. You were his everything, his whole world and the sight of you crying this hard because you were afraid of him leaving you. That made him wonder what kind of a lonely and scared life you’ve lived so far.

He cupped your right cheek and you finally looked at him. Your eyes widened at the sight of him crying.

“W- why are you crying?!” you kneeled in front of him and wiped his tears with your bare hand.

“I asked that question first” he laughed softly at your concerned state. He slowly removed your hand from his face and bought your face closer to his and connected the two foreheads.

“Y/n, I will never leave you, so please don’t leave me, because I don’t think I will be able to even breathe without you” you laughed at the last sentence, and brought his lips to yours. Being with him felt so unreal, but when you kissed him, your doubts vanished. Your shoulders felt light and your insides erupted with fireworks.

Jay never felt so alive before, your mere presence and touches made him want to melt. The effect you had on him was insane. If only you knew how far he would go for you. Fuck everything, he just wanted a life with you, to start and end the day with you.

“I want to show you something” 

End.

A/n: kjsfvksjfg what do you guys thinkk??

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[braidlottie]

’cause you’re my girl and that’s alright.

pairing: adult!jackie taylor x afab!reader

summary: during an outing, you saw jackie flirting with another woman, know it would tick you off. she thought she would get off easy, but you always love teaching her a lesson, and so did she.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), bratty!sub!jackie, dom!afab!reader, no y/n used, jealous sex, handcuffs, strap-on, degration, oral, face sitting, begging, fingering, overstim, crying, little aftercare at the end :33

title inspired by rx queen by deftones

you and jackie went to a bar for shauna’s birthday, just spending the night together with the rest of the adults. but right before going the two of you got into a fight, but since you promised shauna this, you decided to suck it up and go.

“i’m gonna go get another, you good?” van slurred next to you as he got up with your empty beer bottles. you nodded and smiled at how he wobbled back to the bar, swinging his arm around nat on the way. looking around, you were trying to find jackie. you saw her blouse sticking out around a corner, so obviously, you decided to go see her. plus, you wanted to apologize for the fight the two of you had. “hey babe-” you stopped in your tracks.

she was talking.

to another girl.

she was up against the wall, talking to a girl like you didn’t even exist. you knew jackie couldn’t help herself sometimes. she loved making you so frustrated. jackie noticed you in the corner of her eye, pushing away the other woman and walking over to you, batting her eyes.

“you think this is funny, don’t you?” you snapped, your hand pushing her up against a wall. “no, of course not.” her answer was made to seem like she was innocent but you knew you better than to believe her little act.

“you better stop with the attitude, i mean it, jackie.” you growled, gripping her chin so you can look her straight in the eyes.

“maybe you should give me a reason not to give you an attitude.” she still smiled, but her voice was deeper now, whispering into your ear, nibbling on your lobe. she tried to walk back to your group but you grabbed her arm. “we’re leaving. now. you better say goodbye to everyone.” it was your turn to whisper now. jackie went pale, knowing what was in store for her at home.

***

“you’re gonna do exactly what i tell you. if you don’t, i won't let you cum, and you wouldn't want that would you, baby?” you teased, your hands rubbing her hips.

“take off your clothes and lay back.”

“make me.”

those words set you off, pushing her on the bed. you straddled her, ripping open her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. you loved watching her twitch when your thumb brushed against her nipples, she was so adorably sensitive.

“arms above your head.” you demand, reaching over to grab the handcuffs from the drawer. she obeyed immediately, her chest heaving when she heard them click in place.

“good girl, you okay?” jackie whined at the praise, her hips jolting up.

you started to take off her pants, just leaving her in her black lace panties, with the little pink bow on the waistband, the ones she knows you love so much. she whimpered when you kissed over her clit, gripping onto the bedsheets. you could already see her little button twitching against the cloth.

“so, you wanna act like you’re not with me? do you? you are going to regret that by the time i'm done with you, sweetheart.”

your hand slipped in the front of her panties, instantly feeling how wet she was. “oh, baby girl,” you tsked. the cuffs jingled as she moaned, legs spreading further apart. “you needed some attention down here, huh? poor baby. is my little baby too dumb to ask me to touch her?”

“n-no, i-”

“you just had to go run off with somebody else, right? just for me to notice?” you spoke to jackie in a condescending voice, tilting your head. she almost squealed when two of your fingers slipped inside her cunt. “‘m sorry.”

“aww, i know, sweetie. but you still owe me something, don’t you?” jackie watched your free hand go down to your crotch, gripping the strap in your pants.

“you won’t be needing these anymore.” you took off her underwear, throwing them on the carpet beside you. she loved how dominant and aggressive you always were, she would act up on purpose just for you to put her in her place. you took off your pants and underwear as well, teasing her hole for a little. you and jackie both shared a groan when you thrusted the fake cock into her, all the way to the hilt. “mmf, oh fuck,” she cried, her back arching of the bed.

“such a dirty girl. that feel good?“ you cooed, and she whimpered loudly in response. “y-yes! harder, go harder, please,” she sobbed when you pulled out, and you laughed in her face as you watched her pussy clench around nothing.

“don’t get too greedy, sweetheart.” you slid up, closer and closer to jackie’s face, taking off the strap and lying it next to her. “can you be a good girl and eat me out, baby?” you nodded because you knew she would just mirror your actions. her brain was too fuzzy to even think straight.

“tongue out, baby girl.” you smirked when she obeyed immediately, not moving an inch as you rutted your clit against it, your wetness smearing across her chin and lips.

“goood girl.” your voice was deep as you moaned, tossing your head back in pure bliss. you looked down at jackie, seeing how flustered she was. her heavy breathing against your cunt made you want to cum even faster. your breathing hitched your movements got sloppier, getting sent over the edge when the tip of jackie’s tongue flicked your clit a few times.

you screamed her name, cumming into her mouth. and you watched her lap up every single drop. she did this, making eye contact with you the whole time, a needy whine from her vibrating through your body.

“please, can i cum? pleasee,” you whined and begged like a little kid, slamming her foot down on the mattress and bucking her hips.

“i want you to fuck me so bad, please!”

“you’re begging me?” your eyebrows raised and she nodded, you’ve never seen her this desperate. you tightened the strap back on your waist, beginning to fuck jackie at an animalistic pace. the room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, a creaky bed, and jackie’s moans.

she cried, knowing that her orgasm wasn't too far away. “you sure as hell aren’t gonna pull that shit again, are you?” your hand held one of her bouncing breasts, twisting the nipple in between your fingers. you hand went to her little bundle of nerves when she didn’t answer, rubbing it in tiny little circles that made her go crazy.

“n-no, i won’t, ‘m sorry, i’m sorry.” she whispered the second apology. but you knew she was going to act up sooner or later, it happened every time.

“thaat’s my good girl. you gonna cum for me, baby? come on baby, cum for me. my good girl. there you go.” you coaxed, jackie screaming as she soaked your cock, her whole body trembling. she gave you a confused look when you kept fucking her hard. “once more, c’mon, cutie.”

“nghh, i can’t!... i... it's too mu-ch... fuck, i-i'm gonna-” she cut herself off, trying to blink back tears from overstimulation. you gasped when she squirted on you, also getting it on the sheets. “no more, please.” she sobbed pitifully, rubbing her eyes with both cuffed hands.

“no more, good girl.” you repeated, grabbing the key of the nightstand to unlock the cuffs. “you did so well, my sweet girl.” you kissed her wrists, smiling at her blush. she was your girl, and you were gonna make sure she always knew that.

#jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor #jackie yellowjackets #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #adult jackie #adult jackie taylor #jackie taylor smut

[shootingstarwritings]

"Hey bro, how does a crew battle work...?"

Hey, it's me again! The name's James. Last time we checked up like this, I hopped my roommate's body so he'd get better at fighting games. His name's Korrin, but he prefers Kor.

I gotta admit, these powers were a pretty sweet deal. He suddenly had a brand new genre to enjoy and I got to play with his body every once in a while. Seemed like a win-win, right?

Well, we got caught up talking just a bit too much shit during one of the weeklies. Think I ended up messing with my roommate's personality a bit too much while I was jerking off as him. He was far cockier than before I started taking over.

"Yeah, that's right. $500 crew battle," said Kor, flexing his muscles through the tight t-shirt I had mind-fucked him into preferring to wear. "Me and James could beat the shit outta everyone in this venue. Easy."

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, saying, "Chill the hell out before you spend all our rent money," through clenched teeth. In response, he leaned over and gave me a deep kiss before talking more shit.

We didn't have to play everyone in the venue, but now we were stuck in a 4v4 crew battle; and Kor had successfully pissed off just about everyone who was a regular. We had two weeks to find two other guys to fill out our team or we'd be going hungry for the next month.

The ride home was quiet, although Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stared straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel while another was on my thigh. Occasionally, he would squeeze while smiling at me. The way his eyes lit up whenever we were together dazzled me. I couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when it was my fault he was the way he was.

"Aww, don’tcha worry," said Kor as he massaged my shoulders, another trait I had bestowed him. My bed was a bit small for the two of us, and Kor had often wondered out loud if we could fit a queen sized bed in my room. “I’m sure we’ll find some guys. Even if they’re dead weight, you and me can wipe the floor with everyone there.” Before I could say anything, he leaned over and kiss my neck. I shivered, toes curling as he greedily licked one of my more sensitive spots.

After I let out a few… unbecoming moans, Kor pulled away and tittered. “Love making you cry out like that,” he said in a sensual tone. “Well, good night. Gotta get to the gym early tomorrow.”

As the door to his room shut close, I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I had a few other friends that liked games, but they had no interested in fighting games like me. Of course, that had never stopped me before…

Two weeks should be enough time to make two pros, right?

The first guy on my list was Jason. He was a buddy of mine that I met in college. Smart, kind, and eager to show off the gains he'd made at the gym. "I spent three years to get this bod," he had bragged to me, showing off his toned and sweaty torso. Even so, he still enjoyed playing games, particularly RPGs. He was always throwing one my way or another--with tons of fan translations and cryptic guides as well.

I'd have to play one of them to completion one of these days to thank him for the service he was about to provide.

The night after Kor made his bet, I made my move. I locked my door and focused on flying. My body slowly lost its weight, density, and then mass in general. Skin peeled away and disappeared into dust, waiting for the chance to reform once my mission was complete. Organs twisted into neat little knots that blinked out of existence. My bones ground up against each other before vanishing.

It was only during those few precious moments that my soul was free. I sailed through the sky, unable to feel the wind on my face yet elated all the same. The moon was so close to my fingertips that it felt unfair that I couldn't grasp it. However, I knew exactly what I could grip instead.

I phased through Jason's apartment with little issue and found himself soon afterward. He was playing a battle simulator without a shirt on. "It's about a 73% to one-hit KO," he muttered to himself as he clicked through an innumerable amount of tabs. I knew for a fact some of them were months old and untouched for just as long.

Probably another habit I’d have to kick, but it was hard to focus on that when I kept focusing on that tight body he had. I would’ve licked my lips of I had any in that form. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hopped into him.

“Hnng…! Ahhh…hah…!” Jason let out a moan, tongue sticking out involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure ran all throughout his body. “Wh-what the fuck—is happening—“ Jason moaned as he turned around and began to hump his seat cushions. “AH! NRGH AAAAAHHHH!” Any words Jason would’ve tried to cry out were soon overpowered by panicked pants of pleasure. His hands, which would’ve normally reached for his phone to call for help, could only play with his chest and sensitive nipples.

My will overpowered his own, but Jason didn’t seem to mind. He kicked off his shoes, socked toes curling up in pleasure, and rubbed his trembling body all over the coach. “I-I…! K-Keep go—OOAHH—Keep going!” He said, panting and laughing the whole time. His back arched once more as he let out a strangled scream while his erect cock spewed semen all over his shorts. Jason, mind drowning in a hurricane of euphoria curtesy of me, collapsed covered in a sweaty, semen-covered mess.

Eventually, I opened my new eyes and felt my chiseled body. “Mmm, oh Jason. Let’s get your hand-eye coordination to my level.” As I began to strip so I could play in the nude, I saw angry DMs from Jason’s opponent.

Smirking, I walked over to the laptop and messaged him back. “Sorry bro, too busy playing games and fucking bussy to play with a pussy like you. GG you win, loser.”

I laughed as I got another stream of profanities from Jason’s old opponent, but I didn’t care. I was covered in sweat, smelling like a real man, while I was playing my favorite game.

Once Jason was done and truly mind-fucked, I had one more person I needed to visit.

#male possession #male body possession #ghost possession #spirit possession #astral projection possession

[cheolsfae]

☾ Enhypen Sensitive S/O!

Notes:

Long post ahead! Some of these surprised me more than they should have. Keep in mind these guys are still pretty young they are trying to get it together in front of the world!

Tarot Reading

Request: Hiiii your readings are so good I just binge-read all of them (I think thats a word) Is there any way you do a reading on how enhypen would be with an s/o thats more sensitive? Like one that constantly needs reassurance kind of thing. If you can't do all the members that's fine I understand. 🤍🤍

*Disclaimer: solely for fun! Please do not take this seriously. For entertainment purposes only!*

Heesung

Past: ace of swords, the empress

He may have been ready to comfort this type of person. Willing to do what he could to help his sensitive partners. I feel like he was pretty empathetic with them. They were crying? He was also crying. They were mad at someone at work? So was he! He really might have been good at this. He felt like he was able to be that support system for his partners. Someone they could rely on. Dependable.

Present: the high priestess (reversed), queen of wands

I keep hearing the cats out of the bag. Not really sure what that is about? Maybe that's important to him in some way. Anyway, He may choose to withdraw from a sensitive s/o if he had/has one right now. I don't think he could provide any emotional stability for them. He might be nice and friendly with them but I think it would wear off quickly. His emotions are focused elsewhere at the moment (most likely work). He could be dealing with this type of person right now, things just aren't working out. This person might be his soulmate but he's not giving it much thought.

Future: 5 of pentacles (reversed), king of swords

If another person were to enter his life, an emotional one, I think he would have to turn them away. He's not in a place to handle that right now. He's fully aware that he cannot give another person the affection that they are seeking right now.

Bottom of the deck: the emperor

He's trying to be more stable. He's trying to balance his personal life with his work life. I don't think he wants to add another person to the mix at this point in time. Seems like he's stressed enough.

Jay

Past: 8 of pentacles, 2 of swords

He could have ignored the issues and distracted himself with other things and tried not to over think anything his partner was saying. He's also someone who is sensitive so it could have really affected him deeper than he was letting on. He may not have been looking at the bigger issues at hand. Just focusing on the comments that may have seemed like personal attacks when they weren't.

Present: temperance, the fool

He doesn't want to keep doing that with his partners anymore. He feels like he's more patient with them, like he's willing to listen and take into account about what they are thinking and feeling. It feels like he's willing to trust them more than he previously had. He's being warned to not make any foolish mistakes with the next person. He's being cautious with the next person to make any sort of approach on him.

Future: knight of cups, 10 of cups

He knows the type of relationship he wants in the future and the type of trust and love he wants to be able to give to that person. But I think he's working on becoming a better person. For that future person. So they can have that stable connection for that total happiness. He's willing to be more submissive and listen to them and trying not to take the whole thing as a personal attack.

Bottom of the deck: 3 of swords (reversed)

He's trying to heal past wounds. He's trying to be that person that's healed so he doesn't hurt the next person he's involved with. The healing process feels like it's something that is never going to end but it will. He will be a better person by the end of it. It's a bit of a tough journey but he will get through it just fine.

Jake

Past: king of pentacles (reversed), 4 of wands

In the past, I don't think he reacted very well to his partners being "overly emotional". He may have been quick to dismiss them and write them off as no big deal, which clearly it was, to that person. He was not one to take it too seriously. He may have been guided to pay attention to what he was doing to this person. He knew what he was doing was wrong to do but it was like he couldn't get his head out of his ass long enough to straighten his act out.

Present: ace of swords, the sun

It seems like he came to some kind of wake up call to this. He's realizing that you need to listen to what the other person is feeling even if you don't necessarily like it. They need to be felt like they are being heard, like they are genuinely cared for. He knew he was the main issue in that past relationship. He knew what he was doing. He's wizened up since then, at least a little bit. But he's still stuck quite a bit.

Future: page of swords, page of pentacles

He could have recently heard something about this past person. The one who was "overly emotional" and he's not liking what they are saying about him. They could be gossiping about him. He's being guided to speak to friends or family about this situation. See what they have to say about the situation. He's trying to come to some type of acceptance of the person he once was. He knows he screwed up and he knows this person has every right to say what they said but it still hurts.

Bottom of the deck: 2 of swords

He's debating if he should approach this person about this or not. One one hand, he wants to move on and live his best life but on the other this person is testing him with all of the negativity they are spreading about him. He doesn't want to because he knows whatever he says could affect his job but at the same time it still sucks to know that someone you once trusted is now just shit talking about you.

Sunghoon

Past: 7 of cups, the moon

He's a runner, he's a track star. I feel like he took the easy way out of this. He may have thought about his options before leaving but ultimately he would always leave them when they became too much for him to handle. It may have been a while before he left but he still left without a second glance.

Present: 6 of pentacles, 5 of cups

Now, he might be more willing to help out more. To do things that can help his sensitive S/O. But I think to him, it's draining. Like it's hard for him to keep a positive attitude. He's doing better but still kind of in a selfish vibe. He's stuck in his masculine vibe. He's not really wanting to move out of it. Someone may view as weakness.

Future: ace of swords, 6 of swords

He's going to be moving to more stable waters. He's trying to better himself so he can keep a healthy relationship. He doesn't want to keep this cycle going. He wants to be better than that! He wants to do more things to help out and such. Acts of service may be his love language.

Bottom of the deck: ace of pentacles

He's slowly moving toward a new person. They might be like that and he is going to be trying to be better. I don't know how successful he's going to be. Considering he isn't trying to fix it all that much. . .

Jungwon

Past: 9 of pentacles, 3 of wands

He might have valued his own independence in the past. He was more interested in furthering his own career goals. I don't think a person was even on his radar. He was more so following his own intuition more than anything else. I think he knew he was nowhere near ready for any type of commitment.

Present: the sun, 5 of cups (reversed)

He might feel like he can handle someone more sensitive but he could hold a lot back. Kind of like muting himself or shutting down because he doesn't know how that person might react. It's more out of fear than anything else. He doesn't want to make them upset. He needs to look at how he handles/carries himself over all. Rather than looking at the bigger side of the issue (with his sensitive S/O), he's looking at the fine details. Little things that do not matter in the bigger scheme of things.

Future: 5 of swords, king of swords

He might even cause fights. Not intentionally but accidentally, frequently. He might be a bit guarded with this person because they are so sensitive, he might feel like he has to watch his own emotions too much to not set off his partner. This would end up being a bit of a habit. Again, not intentionally.

Bottom of the deck: knight of swords

He would foolishly do things without thinking. Kind of reckless behavior. Having a sensitive partner would make him think more about his actions but I don't think he would really want to.

Seonwoo

Past: 3 of cups, the chariot

He may not have cared for a sensitive partner in the past. He might have just tossed the whole idea of a partner aside, he might have just wanted to have fun and play the field a bit. He most definitely knew he was not in any sort of mental space to deal with a partner. He knew he was not capable enough to handle anything so serious at that point in time.

Present: knight of pentacles, 4 of pentacles

Now, I think he could handle the situation a bit better. He would definitely be taking a slower approach to them though. He might even be a little protective of his own energy. Like trying not to take their over flow of emotion to heart. Like trying not to take it as an attack on him. Again, would be protecting himself and really hesitant to make a deep connection with an emotional person.

Future: the wheel of fortune. ace of swords

He might even feel blessed/lucky to have someone like that is good for him. I think this would help him grow as a person. I feel like his spirit guides might be sending him signals to let him know that his person is near. They are close to him but he needs to grow up a bit more before he meets them, so he is able to be that emotionally available partner.

Bottom of the deck: 5 of wands

Again, he's trying not to take things as a personal attack. He knows in doing so it would only cause chaos and a huge argument. It would do more harm than good in a relationship. He needs to go through some rebirth before anything like a relationship can happen for him. He needs to break some habits.

Ni-ki

Past: king of pentacles, 8 of swords

He might not have been ready to take on this type of relationship. He probably felt like he couldn't be the person they may have needed him to be. He might have been too much in his head about this. It might have caused some anxiety about this whole thing. He was looking at the bigger picture of things. Like he knew this was something he needed to get together before he entered any relationship. He wasn't stable in any regard.

Present: 6 of pentacles, 4 of cups (reversed)

Now, I think he feels he has more to give to an emotional/sensitive type of person. He feels like he can do so unapologetically. He might feel like he's more ready to do that. he's since changed. He feels like a brand new person. Someone more capable and emotionally available. So I think he could handle this better now than he could back then

Future: 7 of cups (reversed), 9 of wands

He might feel like he's ready for a relationship overall. Yea, he's a little scared of getting hurt but he feels like he can handle it. It's something he might be needing in his life or he feels like he needs right now. He feels like he can give more. More than he could in the past. He would value this person like the world depended on it!

Bottom of the deck: 6 of wands

He's feeling pretty good over all, he feels like he has his shit together. He thinks he can handle anyone the universe brings him. It's just a matter of someone coming along for him lmao.

*Oracle deck was also used!

#—faes readings #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen tarot #yang jungwon #park sunghoon #nishimura riki #kim seonwoo #jake sim #jay park #lee heeseung

[beanghostprincess]

I saw the strawhats chronic pain asks and had a moment of CROSS GUILD CHRONIC PAIN-

Crocodile is an amputee. Like. Canonically. Phantom pains.

Mihawk has HELLA light sensitivity vibes ((I Gift him,,,,, my migraines))

And Buggy? Oh my favorite little punching bag, I bet the spatial awareness necessary for his DF must he OFF THE CHARTS, not to mention bomb making, harmful chemicals, etc, I feel it in my bones that he has an autoimmune disorder of some kind and also migraines bc the highest flattery I can give is projection.

Ignore this if you wanna, t'was just a Thought, love your blog, Bean!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

YAY CROSS GUILD ASK I AM IN SUCH A CROSS GUILD MOOD LATELY YESYESYESYES!!!!!!!! And I'm making this romantic because if I don't make cross guild gay I might die. Thank you.

Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that they keep their lights real low on their shared tent, and whenever they have meetings: At the start of their business relationship, they're still learning how to get used to being together. Buggy is used to stage lights but only for a while and he doesn't want these two to know another weak spot of him (also the pain around his whole body is killing him sometimes), so he tries to deal with the migraines and being uncomfortable because he knows that complaining will only lead to these two using him as a punching bag. But lucky for him, Mihawk does mention one day that he hates brightness (because edgy vampire can't say 'my head fucking hurts' like a functional human) and so he says something about candles. Buggy is afraid they might set the tent on fire but he prefers this over the headaches. Crocodile doesn't give a fuck about this, honestly. Then, they start growing closer and y'know, I'll just skip to them dating- They're dating. They share a tent there at Karai Bari. And now it's something to do instinctively? Like they just keep the lights low or light up some candles and they just live like that. Whenever they're on a ship they do this too.

Following what I just said, they're affectionate but like, in a weird way. Because, y'know, look at them. Buggy ends up crying and complaining about his headaches and also when his body won't stop hurting. He's a drama queen, of course, a diva. He lives flashily. Cries flashily, too. He always curls up beside Crocodile so the big big comfy man can provide him some comfort and warmth and pats on the head or something. Crocodile just runs his hook through his hair softly and lets him be annoying for a while until he falls asleep on top of him. If he has to do something he just??? Won't do it??? He's a pirate but he isn't a fucking monster. One day Mihawk catches them and they share that look of understanding that only cat owners understand, because God (Nika is the only one I believe in, something something amen) is watching and if you dare to move when a cat's in your lap, you go instantly to hell. On the other hand, when Buggy cries and Mihawk is the one around, he gives him some painkillers and turns off the lights completely to then read Buggy one of his books. He does this without saying a word and the first time this weird, silent sign of affection happens, Buggy is speechless. And also, yes, Mihawk can read in the dark perfectly well because he's a cat. He sees in the dark. I even think Buggy can see his gold eyes staring at him. They're like the headlights of a car. Oh, and Mihawk deals with his migraines in perfect silence but when it's a bad day he gets into a very irritable and irascible mood. Most people would be complaining about it but at least this way he's more talkative? Somehow? He's a bitch to Buggy for a while and then they just talk shit about other people together while Crocodile makes a comment like "If you're well enough to complain, you're well enough to continue worki-" and it's, like, the and only time Buggy instinctively throws a pillow at him to shut him up. Never again, though. Scary mafioso-looking boyfriend.

Now that we're talking about Crocodile, the phantom pains: They stress the fuck out of him. They're painful and uncomfortable and he wants to strangle somebody. On a good day, that somebody isn't Buggy. And on a bad day, Buggy really tries to be the sweetest fucking thing on earth by making everything comfortable for him and disappearing right away. Maybe he starts an argument with Mihawk for something stupid but they make up later, it's fine. But, you know what? Sometimes he needs comfort and somebody to distract him too, so one day (when Buggy is about to disappear for hours so he doesn't end up suffering the consequences of staying too long with him) he tells Buggy to stay. The clown is frightened, but he does what he's told and- And it's surprisingly sweet? Crocodile just tells him to talk to him. Explain something. Anything. Complain about the fucking weather or tell a joke. Anything. And Buggy is genuinely surprised but ends up either talking shit about people or telling him anecdotes or just reading him the paper. And Crocodile seems to like it??? A surprise for both, really, but the man actually likes having the clown around because it is working really well as a distraction and when Buggy is not being annoying Crocodile realizes why he loves him. He loves him when he's annoying too, though, he bullies him out of love. Sometimes he just tells Buggy to come sit on his lap and stay there and Crocodile is still in pain but somehow being with the clown makes him feel better. Mihawk tries to be comforting on these days too but it's more of a "you ought to rest, otherwise you'll be irritable all afternoon and you cannot keep frightening the subordinates" type of silent care than anything.

Also, I want to add Crocodile almost murdering a man one day because they were doing business with him on his ship and he had a lot of lights on (when he was asked not to) and both Mihawk and Buggy were visibly uncomfortable the second they entered the room. I love protective Crocodile. He looks like he'd just murder men without any remorse for talking shit about the other two. I like it.

#i would apologize and say i focused more on the romance than on the headcanon but #have you considered that i had a lot of fun writing this and that they're in love #i am a very intense cross guild shipper i know it doesn't seem like it bc i barely post about them but i am #also really great headcanons about their chronic pain that i will never forget #one piece #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #cross guild

[always-andromeda]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 “𝐃𝐢𝐨” 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3313

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry, friends. I’ve had this one sitting in my drafts for literally. almost two months. 😬 but no matter, we’re posting this now. I'm a sucker for a dark haired, emo asshole. for those who know me, this attachment was inevitable; forgive me.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors, do not interact <3), descriptions of p in v sex, oral, cum play, biting, choking, overstimulation, voyeurism, free use, occasional pet names (princess, baby, good girl, sweetheart), slight elements of sadomasochism, descriptions of cigarette usage, nothing else I can think of!

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

Let's not beat around the bush. Dio is not great when it comes to aftercare. Hell, he's not even good at it. He's not too eager to get cleaned up, preferring to sit in the post-climax haze and revel in how sensitive you still are. He'll teasingly stroke your outer lips or the raw spots on your side where his fingers had been gripping on. But don't expect him to get all cuddly. If you tried he'd scoff, "Jesus, it's way too hot for that. Give me some space, princess." The most praise you'll get from is him whispering, "Good girl," as he strokes your hair.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

Dio is quite fond of his shoulders and arms. They're perfect for caging you into his space. They look good clad in his worn leather and slung around your frame, not so subtly showing the lowlifes that flit around him that he's already got a girl of his own. He's also a huge fan of your neck. Especially how it looks when it's all marked up. Whether you try to hide them or not,  he’s proud to know that he gets to claim you as his own. 

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

This man will cum anywhere but inside of you essentially. He's not looking to have any sort of pregnancy scares and protection isn't exactly always at the ready with him. He kind of has to have a top tier pullout game. Besides, you worked so hard to make him cum, might as well actually see the result of your efforts, right?

Sometimes he'll ask you where you want it, but usually he already has a location in mind and it takes a little bit of convincing to change his mind once he's made it up. But be rest assured, wherever his spend lands, he's swiping up some of it on his finger and making you lick it up. He purrs gently, "C'mon, baby, get it all," and pushes his finger even further past your lips. He won't ease up until you do in fact get it all. And he's definitely kissing you long and hard afterwards. What's better than the taste of him still lingering on your tongue?

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

Dio doesn't feel much shame about anything. But one thing he'll never let you know of is just how much he loves marking you up. And not just from hickies on your neck. Sometimes he'll deliberately dig his fingers a little deeper into your hips while he's fucking you. And he feels a tiny bit guilty when you cry in pain, but it almost immediately dissolves when he pictures the gorgeous bruises that'll bloom over your skin in the coming days. Then he has the audacity to tell you not to put your clothes back on, just so he can trace over those spots, soothing them with the instruments that made them in the first place. He's so proud of himself for being able to pull you apart only to put you back together again.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

Oh, the man is experienced, alright. And he'd never let you forget it. You might be his Queen of Darkness or whatever other punk rock bullshit he spouts, but Dio sure didn't turn into the King of Darkness overnight. And he proves it right from the jump by making you cum four times the first time he hooks up with you. He somehow seems to know just how to navigate every crook and curve of your body and coaxes the best crescendoing climaxes from you. In both the worst and best ways, Dio is like no other person you've been with.

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

Dio absolutely loves being ridden. Sure, he can fold you in half and pound you like a champ. But he likes when you take the reins. It gets his blood rushing, having you proudly towering over him, taking his cock. It doesn't even have to involve penetration. Grind down on his thigh or even just his stomach and he'll be so hard that he practically has no choice but to palm himself through his dark jeans while he watches the show.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

He's as serious as a heart attack. Sex with Dio is intense and always leaves some kind of an impact on you. If anyone’s laughing, it’s him chuckling over how much of a mess you are for him. 

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

His dick sprouts from a bush of unkempt, curly, dark hair that trails up his lower stomach. I’m telling you, that bush is thick. And he definitely likes making you bury your nose directly in it when you go down on him. 

𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

Whatever sentimental feelings Dio may have for you, they rarely, if ever, come out during sex. In fact, all of his vulnerabilities are masked by about a dozen different layers of sarcasm, superstitious nonsense, and his superiority complex. So if Dio truly loves you, you'll only see that genuine adoration in little glimpses.

It's the occasional peck on your lips when he's just finished and he's still trying to come back to reality. Or him being a little bit gentler with your body when he's fucking you on your period. Or him kissing old bruises on your thighs and whispering, "Sorry, sweetheart," before diving right into your cunt. It may be a bit cold and shriveled, but there is a heart underneath that sardonic, leather coated exterior.

Sometimes in the midst of this fucked up world, he's tempted to bury himself six feet under. But you drag him right back up from the depths of hell every time. He doesn't make you aware of those feelings often, but when he does, you can't help but almost sob at his moments of fucked up tenderness.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

He's a little bit of a sex fiend, but he's never been the type to actually masturbate that often. Touching himself only gets him so far. He much prefers having someone else to engage with. It’s the power plays and mutual pleasure that really gets him going.

However, when he does masturbate, it’s a slow, burning build up. There’s not an ounce of desperation in his thrusts as he marches himself towards a release before calmly pulling himself back. Dio doesn’t let himself get off that easy. It’s just his hips languidly rolling into his hand. He takes sharp breaths in through his clenched teeth and occasionally lets out a few low moans. It’s a sacred affair that leads to his eyes rolling back in his head and him spurting ropes of thick spend over his toned stomach. Worn out and filled with self satisfaction, that’s when he lets himself kick back.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

Okay, buckle up, because there's quite a few. First and foremost, voyeurism. See the location prompt for elaboration on that point. Bits of sadomasochism here and there. That usually entails some overstimulation, choking, biting, hair pulling from both ends. He just likes sinking his teeth, his tongue, his fingers, his cock, his...everything...into you. He's also particularly fond of making you wear one of his necklaces while he's fucking you. There's something almost hypnotic about the way the pendant bounces against the valley between your tits; he could totally get lost staring at the sight. There's also some traces of a free use kink around everything he does. When the lines between completely innocent and downright filthy are blurred, he's a happy guy.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

Anytime and anywhere. Dio takes a lot of pride in being able to have you anywhere he wants, especially if there's the chance of being seen or heard and especially if those seeing and hearing are the people that hang around him. Nothing strikes intimidation in the hearts of his followers like seeing their idol make a girl scream and cry for him.

Give him a bedroom. A bathroom. A closet. A couch. Even just an empty wall and he can make that moment last forever for you. Maybe it's his demonic powers or maybe it's just his sheer cockiness that has you melting for him. Either way, it's difficult to stay lucid around that man; you're a complete goner.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

A chase. More than anything, Dio enjoys having something to crave. Sure, having you available just for him can be nice, but he also wants to fight for it a little. Even if it's just an illusion of a challenge, that just makes it more exciting for him. 

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

There are very few limits to what Dio would be willing to do. His biggest no would be adding any extra partners into the mix. He doesn't care if anyone else watches. But if there is even the slightest chance that someone might steal his thunder? It brings him completely out of the moment. God forbid one of his friends suggests a threesome. He'll have them on the ground, beaten and bloody within minutes. You're all his; no one else gets to touch. He's a bit possessive (and insecure) in that way.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

While he certainly isn't opposed to giving, he really prefers receiving. There's just something so beautiful about having you on your knees, staring up at him, putting so much trust in him. It's even better if you don't have any experience or at least feign ignorance of having any experience. It gives him a chance to instruct you. He likes being a bit bossy, showing you exactly what makes his toes curl. He'll hold your hair and slowly guide you along the length of his cock, taking his sweet time getting acclimated to the silky smooth warmth of your mouth.

But your lack of experience doesn't grant you any mercy; he'll still find a way to be a bit mean about it. If he's not quite satisfied with the amount of friction, he'll grab your hair and push you down just a little deeper. Just enough to make you gag so he can see the tears well up in your eyes. When you feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat and he finally pulls out, he holds your jaw and orders you to open your mouth just to make sure you swallowed all of what he gave you.

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Depending on how he'd like to torment you, he can go either way. But what he loves most is giving you slow, steady strokes. So leisurely in his movements that your heels dig into his back, urging him to give you just a little more friction. Then, right when you're just about to give up on getting him to listen to you at all, he slams right into you. It knocks the breath from your lungs and makes you let out this halfhearted yelp. And Dio watches as your whole body shakes and seems to crumble even further into the mattress. So, yeah, he can do it fast if he wants to. But there's more fun in making you fall apart with just a little bit of control.

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Of course Dio would love to spend a long while edging you until your legs are trembling and you're begging him to let you cum. But, alas, the outside world exists and he can't always spend his time fucking you no matter how much he would like to.

So, that leads to many quick rounds where he's telling you to keep quiet before putting one hand over your mouth and shoving the other down your pants. It also leads to him breaking out those puppy dog eyes and undoing his belt and the button of his jeans in preparation to ask you to give him one quick ride before you have to go off to work. Just know that regardless of if he's getting or giving that single orgasm, he's going to make it as worth it as possible for the time he's allowed.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Of course he's game for risk in almost every sense of the word. That's the name of the game, baby. However, there are definitely times where he can go a bit too far and boundaries would need to be set. Like if you need a safe word? He's there for it.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

Dio's stamina can be almost impossibly relentless at times. He'll completely ruin you, pull out, cum on your stomach, and flop over beside you. And before it even has any time to begin to dry, he's already looking over you and asking, "Ready to go again?"

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

I'm telling you, this man would love to get his hands on one of those remote controlled vibrators. They might be on the pricier side but it's completely guaranteed that he'd make every penny completely worth it. He'd keep the controller in one of his big jacket pockets and pat it teasingly whenever you mouth off or tease him a little too much in front of his friends. When you finally push the envelope, he'll simply lean over and whisper in your ear, "You forced my hand, baby," and chuckle when you start to squirm for him.

I also see him being the type that would love to have some sort of bed restraint system. Sure, he'd like to get you all restrained. But he'd like it if you got him all hooked up instead. We know that he likes being presented with a challenge. And being all tied up to a bed frame is yet another hurdle for him to attempt to jump over. But don't get it twisted, he's not whining and begging anytime soon. It's more like he's daring you to touch him, to make him strain against the ropes and grasp for any inch of your skin that he can get to. "Make me want it, baby," he'd sneer defiantly, only egging you on more.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

This man is top tier when it comes to teasing. He has this way of coming off so gentle, so innocent, and so enticing. His voice would get so raspy and soft and he'd look at you like you're the only thing that he could ever truly worship. He'll play the game and be nice to get you where he wants you and as soon as he does, a switch flips and he turns into the cockiest little monster imaginable. He finds it so humorous when you squirm upon feeling his hot breath. "What? Is my little princess getting impatient?" he chuckles. But he won't hear anything about how he was literally begging to be between your legs just a few minutes ago. He has ways to make sure you don't question him.

Dio is not only proficient in the art of teasing but he is also a huge fan of being teased himself. He fantasizes over the way your fingers ghost over his tan skin and leaves him shivering. Even just your eyes drinking up his lean figure while he's under you renders him speechless. He's completely at your mercy and you better savor it because it won't happen often.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

Don't expect to be hearing any sort of whimpering or whining from him (the majority of the time). But you can expect to hear some deliciously loud, low groans and dramatic sighs. He also has a tendency to curse under his breath, his voice all raspy and drawn out. One of his favorites, especially when he's sinking into you is, "Oh, fuuuuck, baby," followed by a relaxed chuckle. If he's feeling good, you're going to know all about it.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

Two words. Nipple piercings. I just know he has them. At first it was a choice he made for aesthetic purposes. He's got loads of other shiny accessories, what's another one for the collection? But the biggest perk was definitely his nipple sensitivity skyrocketing. That's when they become more of a little secret he keeps instead of something he flaunts openly. He tends to wear baggy clothing so only those who are lucky enough to sleep with him get to see them (and use them against him). Spoiler alert: he'll whimper a little bit if you suck on them just right.

𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

He’s close to six inches when hard and on the skinnier side but he knows how to use it well. The underside of his shaft is lined with a prominent vein that is a little bit intimidating on his tan skin. Definitely circumcised with a slightly darker, bulbous, mushroom head tip. It's a somewhat manageable size but he wields it like a weapon.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

You never quite know what you're going to get with Dio. If he's in one of his moods, he makes a point to abstain. Sometimes coming doesn't give him the release of stress that he's looking for and he straight up gets bored with going through the motions. But when that craving comes back? Get ready for a big storm.

Look forward to him thoroughly pounding into you, chasing every cry you let out as his balls slap against you. He'll grab at your thighs and hike your legs up just to get the perfect angle, working his way impossibly deeper into you. Get ready for him to be spreading you open and lapping at your cunt like he's a starving man. He'll be licking up every ounce of you and growling at the taste while palming himself through his jeans. In those moments, he swears that he doesn't need to take any drug ever again. He's completely and utterly high off your aura and he'll never need another fix again. Every once in a while he'll purposely go cold turkey because he knows that when he lets out all that feral energy, it's going to feel fucking fantastic. 

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

Dio is the type to need a cigarette after having sex. No matter how hard he cums, he'll have that buzz running through his system and feels like he needs that dose of nicotine to keep it going. It never really hits the way he wants it to. As soon as he's done, he puts the cigarette out on the ashtray on the bedside table and puts his arm around your shoulder. Then he stares down at you, chest heavy and beaming with pride at his mangled toy. He glistens in sweat and somehow looks like a god, though you know he'd oppose that immediately if you said it. Instead, you let him kiss you like he'd kissed that damn cigarette and you taste its smoky residue and the nutty undertones. But it's the bitterness that takes over. It's always bitter when it ends, always.

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[krikeymate]

I hold by the idea of Tara and Sam having a off childhood from the jump like the idea that their father would dip completely and not stay in contact with Tara, who as far as we know, is his biological kid, just reeks of “I’ve been searching for a valid way out that wouldn’t make me a complete deadbeat and you just gave me one.” He probably married Christina out of obligation since they were together in high school and fell out of love (if he was ever in) years ago. And I like the idea that Christina was always unstable and Sam was the solid foundation for Tara growing up. Sam leaving knocked Tara off balance and made it easier for someone like Amber to insert herself in Tara’s life (shout out to the tamber crowd tho no shade)

Anon I'm in love with you.

I've mentioned before that I had some really dark thoughts on how their childhood could have been, and I have decided I am going to explore some of them. I've kind of held off on them because they seem to focus more on Tara than Sam, and I don't want people to think I love Tara/Jenna more than Sam/Melissa, because that's just not true, I love them equally. I'm just very cautious of the Sam v Tara attitude that I've seen a lot of. My theories hurt both of them, just in very different ways.

I think you're spot on that Mr Carpenter married Christina out of obligation. Neither of them were in love with each other, they were just having fun, but well shit they're in this situation now. Maybe they were even prom king and queen, jock and cheerleader, a real stereotype. Maybe there was an expectation they would end up together anyway. Christina didn't want a fucking baby at 18 but she really did love Billy and now he's dead.

They make the best of it.

She puts her career aspects on hold, he works in sales and sometimes travels for work. Sam is an easy baby, all things considered. She's a deep sleeper and she rarely cries and it means Christina can continue living her life with barely any interruption. He doesn't care for children, but Sam is his and he can admit she's cute in the recesses of his mind. It works for them, they even settle into the role.

Then one day, Christina learns she's pregnant again.

Despite being relatively content with the life she's found herself in, she's not looking to add to it. She makes the mistake of talking about it with a girl friend over lunch, about how she doesn't want another baby. Sam, who should have been napping, is awake and hears and gets excited. It's all over from there. Her husband finds out and he's weirdly excited about it. He didn't pay attention the first time, content to let Christina do the parenting, but he's ready now. He loves Sam, and he can't wait for the baby.

The enthusiasm doesn't last long.

Tara is a difficult baby.

Born 10 weeks early, it takes a month in the ICU before they can bring her home. Sam nags her to see the baby daily, as if staring at the little thing in the basket sucking on a ventilator is worth wasting her time for. She has problems with her lungs from the get-go. And that's only the start of it. She cries, she doesn't want to feed, she won't sleep. There's constant hospital visits and check-ups with specialists. Her husband decides to go back to work early, escaping across the country, previous sentiments forgotten.

One day she just won't stop crying. She was crying when she left to pick up Sam from school, and she was still crying when she returned. The only thing that stops her from taking a pillow to its face is the sight of her daughter on her tiptoes, reaching through the bars to press chubby fingers to its cheek, cooing at the baby. The thing actually shuts up for once.

Christina offloads most of the parenting onto Sam.

Baby Tara is receptive to Sam because she's gentle and touches her and doesn't yell. Babies are sensitive to emotional cues.

By the time Sam is 10, Christina is gone most of the time, working, or not working, it's hard to tell.

They're both cheating on each other. He gets so mad about the Sam lie because of all the years he wasted stuck with her.

Tara starts pre-school a year late because neither of her parents remembered to enroll her. The school tried to put her in the grade she should be in, but quickly realised that wasn't going to work. Tara was smaller than the other kids, and with her health problems, they decided it was better to downgrade her a year.

Sam does her best to help Tara with school, but she doesn't know about learning disabilities or how to help her.

By the time their father left, Christina did nothing except drop off an envelope of money on the counter monthly and pay the bills. Sam learns to forge her mother's signature to sign off on Tara's medical needs.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Tara Carpenter #Sam Carpenter #Christina Carpenter #my writing tag #topic: neurodivergence #topic: childhood #topic: medical #scream headcanon tag #fuck christina carpenter club #the tags tag #gonna make the parents the WORST #Guess who just learnt about Bronchopulmonary Dysplasia which can lead to asthma 👀 #Sam loves her darling little sister right from the beginning #her big brown eyes. her dainty little hands. the way she smiles at her like she's her whole world (she is) #she never gets irritated with her like her parents do. she doesn't understand why they're so mad all the time. #it's not Tara's fault that she's sick. she doesn't try to cause trouble. she tries so hard to be good #Sam knows. Sam sees. Sam makes sure her little sister feels loved. The way that Tara makes Sam feel extra special and loved too. #Sam was parentified

[chaosangel767]

State of Desire

The First Kinktober fic is Here!! Please remember I do have multiple prompts going on right now so  I will not be posting every day. I hope you guys enjoy 💗

Fandom: IkeRev

Pairing: Jonah x F!Reader

Prompt: Delayed Orgasm

Type: NSFW - Minors DNI

CW:top reader, sub!Jonah, light bondage, cock rings, edging, orgasm delays, female on top, vaginal penetration, crying, begging Jonah, aftercare

WC: 1000+

Notes:  The First Kinktober fic is Here!! Please remember I do have multiple prompts going on right now so  I will not be posting every day. I hope you guys enjoy 💗

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The candles cast a soft glow over the bat, bathing you fiancé in the soft light. His amber eyes watching you move towards him, unhurried and enjoying the sight of him waiting for you on the bed, his hands bound with his scarf.

Kneeling over him, you press your lips to his, taking in his strawberry taste and hum softly in delight. Your fingers stroke his length, showing him your little ‘gift’, a pretty pink cock ring. A flush spreads across his face when he sees the ring, but his legs spread unconsciously.

“I love you” You murmur in his ear, a warmth filling you when he whispers it back, and  slip the ring around his cock and down to his base. Teasing his shaft, you take him in your mouth, listening to his quicken breathes and soft moans of your name. When you feel his thighs start to shake, you pull away, ignoring his protests. Standing up a little away from the bed, you start to strip, putting on a show of removing every layer down to your shift and lingerie. Untying your hair, you finally look back to the bed, your breath catching at the sight.

Jonah is squirming with his mouth open. No words pass his plush lips as his eyes widen and glaze over in lust. His hips arch off the bed when you start the vibrator in the ring, the sensation foreign to him. Smiling at the look of pure pleasure on his face, you crawl back over him.

Running your hands along his thighs, you tease his skin with circles, focusing on the sensitive parts of his thighs, and moving to stroke his length. You contently watch the way his breath hitches as your thumb brushes along the tip of his cock, spreading his precum around the head. A soft groan passes his lips, his amber eyes begging you to let him come already. Bending down, your tongue teases the vein under this cock and his thighs tremble.

Even he doesn’t know what he wants at this point, tears starting to cloud his amber eyes. Going between begging to cum, begging you to ride him, and breathless moans of your name, words all jumble together. Teasing him a little more, you slowly peel off the rest of your clothes, baring your body for his eyes, watching his eyes roam over your curves and skin. Straddling his thighs, your hand wraps back around his length, pumping slowly as the pleasure starts to build again.

“Please, please” his whimpers are music to your ears as you slowly pump his cock with your hand. Near tears, your name falls from his lips as another orgasm floats just out of his reach. Every fiber of his body is tensed and you trace up the planes of his abs with your tongue, taking your time to trace up to his shoulder. Pressing kisses along his shoulders and neck, you finally press your lips against his. Muffling his moans with your mouth, you stroke him harder.

“Please, I need to cum. Please-” Jonah’s voice hits a new level of breathy, tears falling down his face, a blush covering his features as he begs. A fire breaks out in your core, fueled by the need and desire in Jonah's’ voice, how the tears fall down his face, how his hips thrust in search for additional stimulation. You have never seen the Queen of Hearts like this, in such a state of desire. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you gently wipe every tear that falls. Your fingers find your entrance, preparing yourself and providing some stimulation to the fire in your core. You thrust your fingers in your core, watching Jonah’s eyes trail there, pleas falling from his lips. Finally showing him some mercy, you press your hands against his shoulders, sinking fully onto his cock in one smooth thrust. Jonah's eyes widen when he feels your walls spasm around him. Stutters and groans falling from his lips, his head hitting the pillow. Pressing your lips over his chest, you kiss a mark right over his heart, you quicken your pace. The vibrations from the ring presses perfectly against your clit when you fully sheathe him, and you hum, rocking fast and faster against him. His pleas reach your ears and you press your lips against his, to muffle his sounds. Reaching up to the scarf, you unbind his hands, feeling his hands come down to your hips.

“Cum my Queen”  You finally murmur,  feeling close to your pleasure as Jonah finds his release. More tears glisten from his eyes,  his mouth open and breathing shallow as his mind is enveloped in the haze of his orgasm.

Your orgasm follows right after, squeezing and milking him for every drop as you ride your orgasm out, moaning his name against his lips. Slumping against his chest, the two of you breathe for a moment, before you slide off him, and slowly work the ring off his length. Pressing kisses to his cheek and whispering praises in his ear the whole time. His face is flushed  pink as he catches his breath, words not seeming to form in the post orgasm haze.

Leaving his side momentarily, you return with some water and a washcloth, gently wiping the sweat and tears off the Queen ,watching his eyes close as he lets you wipe him down, just like he’s done to you so many times. The tension in his face, back and shoulders are now a forgotten memory, instead his arms wrap around you waist to pull you back into bed with him, ordering you to cuddle him and situation himself on your chest.

Affection fills your gaze as your fingers comb through his hair, listening to him start to mutter about how much he loves you, and how you aren’t allowed to leave him. The blush seems to have permanently painted his chest and cheeks in a pink hue, as his amber eyes close and he drifts off to sleep on your chest. Looking out the window at the full moon, you glance down to the man in your arms and just smile to yourself, thanking the stars.

#ikemen revolution smut #ikerev smut #jonah clemence #jonah clemence smut #Enchanted Evenings 2022 #Kinktober 2022 Chaya #kinktober 2022 #chayawrites

[k-rising]

Hyunsuk as boyfriend

Romantic aspects

hyunsuk will be so shy with you at first, but once he feels comfortable, he will be more expressive

hyunsuk's a very sensitive, reliable and nurturing boyfriend who wants the best for you

this little man wants you to feel secure with him and loyalty here is a must

indifference and superficiality are huge turn offs for him

this dude is super empathetic and whenever you feel sad, I feel that he's the type to cry with you while hugging you and telling you that everything will be okay :(

I also feel that he's very considerate??? and overthinks everything sometimes. let's say he takes you to a certain place and you don't seem very convinced, he will notice that and will reconsider where to take you next time and why he didn't know that you weren't going to like that place lmao

with his moon square mercury, hyunsuk may swing back and forth from being sensitive to being logical. plus, emotions are probably not communicated well sometimes...

hyunsuk is very sociable and will probably be friends of your friends

I also think that he's very enthusiastic when you tell him something you accomplished or when you ask him to go somewhere together

he's the type of boyfriend that would ask you out spontaneously as well

you will never get bored with hyunsuk

this man is just your emotional support boy, okay??? he's very protective towards you and he knows how to make you smile

loves having witty conversations with you and he's very respectful with your likings as well

VERY flirty

hyunsuk likes growing as a person in his relationships and takes relationships very serious as well

I think that he considers a relationship to be a responsibility. he always wants to give you the best imagine of himself to you

even though hyunsuk likes spending time with you, he also appreciates to have some time on his own

this little man has strong emotions and feel things in a very passionate way

When he gets angry

he's a drama queen and has a hot tempered, but he's also the type to leave clues about his unhappiness to get your attention

hyunsuk is a person that holds grudges and, as I said before, he can become too possessive sometimes

jealousy is likely to happen here

I also feel that he can have a toxic positivism? like, he has this 'everything will be okay' type of mindset even when things are not looking very well

emotions can cloud his perspective

tends to overlook the deeper issues of the relationship

hyunsuk may swing from periods of excess optimism to disappointment when things don't meet his expectations

this dude tends to imagine the worst of situations sometimes as well

it can be hard to change his mind, since he's quite fixed on his opinions and likes to prove himself

also, he's sensitive to criticism

I think that hyunsuk is the type that tends to do things for you, but there's gonna be times were he starts questioning his relationship towards you and that's because of his trust issues

hyunsuk tends to projects his fantasies onto you rather than being able to see you for who you really are

when angry he can be quite scary...

this little man might have an obsessive view towards love and can get into manipulation and controlling behaviors when he's at his worst

#hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk #treasure #treasure astrology #hyunsuk astrology #choi hyunsuk astrology #treasure imagines #treasure angst #hyunsuk imagines #hyunsuk angst #choi hyunsuk angst #choi hyunsuk imagines

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Kill The Past - Kylo Ren X Female Reader

Title: Kill The Past

Kylo Ren X Female Reader

Additional Characters: (OC) Sora Rene, (OC) Vero Zapal, and Luke (Mentioned)

(Originally Written in 2020)

| Part 2 |

WC: 2,113

Warnings: Angst, rude Hux, mentions of Reader's parents/guardians' death, mentions of murder, typical First Order stuff, fighting, yelling, crying, flashbacks, and mentions of stress

The bright suns lit up the sky, shining down upon the planet Ova. Y/N F/N stepped onto her balcony, the fresh spring breeze rustling her already messy hair. She takes a deep breath in and lets it out, a gentle smile gracing her face. But, it did not last. Her smile slowly faded, as she remembered her plans for the day.

Pushing off of the balcony railing, she turned back into her room to get ready for the day. She had a meeting with The Supreme Leader of the First Order. She was not happy with the ordeal, but her advisors suggested that she go along with it. After all, it was only going to be for a few hours.

Fixing her messy hair, she made sure that her hair was pristine and perfect. Her curls fell perfectly on her shoulder. Grabbing her black crystal necklace, she clasped it around her neck, bringing the whole look together.

She was wearing one of her favorite gowns. It was smokey black, made completely of fine silk. The bodice was a deep sweetheart neckline, and around her waist was a simple black belt. The smokey black skirt came down and ended at her feet, creating a train behind her. Her sleeves were long, ending past her waist, a slit in each, allowing her arms to be free to move with ease. Upon her shoulders were silver embroidered roses and other flowers, vines of silver thread connecting each piece.

Lastly, picking up one of her tiaras, she gently placed it upon her head. While the others were all silver and even some gold, this one was black, with diamonds scattered around. Fixing her hair one last time, and making sure her appearance was right, she sighed, knowing what was to come and what was inevitable.

After meeting with the advisors in the main hall, it was time to meet The Supreme Leader for the meeting.

“Lady F/N, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is here. He is waiting in the Entrance Hall.” Vero Zapal, Y/N’s Captain spoke, fear in his eyes.

Y/N nodded and stood from her throne. Brushing down the skirt of her black silk dress, she made sure she was ready. Straightening her back, fixing her shoulders, she made her way to the door, Vero following close behind. Heading down the quartz stairs, Vero and Sora Rene, her right-hand guard followed down with her.

Her eyes were downcast, knowing that the person at the bottom of the stairs was the Supreme Leader. Someone she had let into her palace and home, willingly. Her parents would be turning in their graves.

Her parents were part of the Resistance, proud and true, they did anything in their power to help others and fight the dark side. When her father was training to be a Jedi, he met Y/N’s mother, who was a part of the Jedi council. They had both quit the Jedi ways together, eloping and marrying, before traveling to Ova to settle down.

Ova was Y/N’s mother’s home planet, where when she was a young woman, was sent away for Jedi training by her parents when they found out that she was force-sensitive. Her mother was part of a long line of royalty, starting with her mother’s mother, and ending with Y/N. The new Queen of Ova, since her mother and father’s passing.

And, she knew deep down in her heart that her parents would be disappointed in her for seeking help from someone who has killed many innocent people. The Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. She has heard of what he’s done to others and to the Resistance. But, she needed the help and she knew she needed to get it from somewhere.

Finally looking up into the eyes, well, the mask of Kylo Ren, Y/N kept herself calm. But, inside her heart was beating ten times a minute.

Kylo Ren stood tall, in all black, almost similar to herself, looking tall and confident. Hands neatly behind his back, his lightsaber clasped on his waist holster. He said nothing but stared, and from where Y/N was, she could feel his force radiating off him. It was dark, strong, and controlling. 

Y/N glanced away, taking in a shaking breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice her discomfort, but he absolutely did notice, she could feel it in the force. Noticing more than just his presence, beside him was a tall redhead. Wearing all black like Kylo Ren, but his red hair stood out among the dark colors. He was glaring, scowling almost, hands also behind his back. He almost seemed as if he didn’t want to be there.

Clearing her throat, she knew she had to talk or things would go sour in no time. Looking back to the masked face of the mysterious Kylo Ren, she kept her composure.

“Supreme Leader Ren, welcome to Ova. I am Lady F/N. Shall we start this meeting?” She spoke, and meeting no answer, she sighed.

“Alright, well follow me to my Meeting Room.” She spoke, before heading down the hall, Vero and Sora following behind Kylo Ren and the redhead. 

Stopping upon two large doors, Y/N entered the room. It was a large room, with a balcony overseeing her land full of wildflowers and bright green trees. In the middle of the room, was a large elegant table, eight chairs sat across from each other, and one larger chair sat at the head of the table. Vero pulled out Y/N's seat at the end of the table, and she sat down. Vero sat on her right, Sora next to him. While Kylo Ren sat to Y/N’s left, and the redhead next to him. And, after a moment of rather uncomfortable silence, Y/N began to speak.

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“I asked you here to make a deal with you.” She spoke, doing her best with looking at the man in black.

“What deal?” He asked, his first words to her since he arrived.

Y/N, not expecting an answer from him, especially his voice, though modified with the mask, she froze. Shaking off the confusion, she continued.

“I want to create an alliance with you...” She began, hands trembling in her lap.

“I would give you any resources you need as long as you don’t hurt the people of Ova.” Vero stared at Y/N, eyes wide.

“My Lady, are you sure-” She stopped him from speaking any further with the raise of her hand.

“I know what I am doing, Vero.” She spoke, before turning back to Kylo Ren, who sat in silence, thinking. 

“Agreed.” Kylo Ren spoke, before standing up from his seat, and the redhead followed.

“But, sir! This is outrageous! We have all the resources we need.” The redhead argued, glaring towards Kylo Ren and then to Y/N.

“When the time comes, we will run out, and they will help us.” Kylo Ren spoke, the robotic voice was deep and threatening.

“We don’t need help.” The redhead spoke up again.

“Commander, I am the one who sees if we need help or not.”

He spoke, before turning to Y/N, looking down at her.

“I need to speak with you alone.” He spoke again, more as a command than a suggestion.

With a quick nod, Y/N turned to look at Vero and Sora, who nodded, wearily and left the room. Along with the redhead, who grumbled something under his breath before leaving, the large doors shut behind them.

It was quiet. No one said a word. Kylo Ren stood in place, watching Y/N as she looked at him, waiting for him to speak. He stepped closer, a bit too close for her liking, but she didn’t step back or away, she kept her place, beside her chair. Stopping a mere feet away, she could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the sound of his robotic breathing.

Silence reigned supreme again, as she stared down at her, causing Y/N to look away, past him and out the balcony window, seeing the beautiful trees. Raising both his hands from his side, she almost flinched. Almost. As he reached up and grabbed his helmet, after a hiss and a click, the mask was pulled away, and soft black curls popped out, framing a perfect face.

Y/N’s eyes widened, instantly tearing up, as she covered her mouth as an audible gasp escaped her. Backing up a bit, she stopped, hitting the side of her chair. The memories of her past hit her as if someone flew a speeder right into her.

Y/N studied and trained to be a Jedi at the Jedi Temple, with the Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. Along the way, she met and befriended Ben Solo, Luke Skywalker’s nephew. They trained together, read together, laughed, and talked together. They did almost everything together. They were inseparable. But, what was a friendship soon became more. They confessed their love, their adoration for each other one night while gazing up at the bright, shining stars. With comforting hugs, deep thoughts, and soft kisses, all seemed perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Y/N’s eyes continued to stare into the cold brown eyes that used to be warm. Tears were already streaming down her face, as she remembered the good times before the temple fire. She knew of his concerns, but she never thought it would end like this. Holding back her sobs, she tried to compose herself, but she couldn’t. The love of her life that she thought was dead, killed by the fire or something, was actually alive… But, it was something her family fought against and hated.

“Ben?” She whispered out, after removing her hands from her face, staring up at the grown man she used to know.

His eyes glared down at her.

“Kylo.” He corrected and Y/N stared at him, unmoving.

“Kylo…” She spoke, saddened.

“I thought you died.” She spoke in a soft voice.

Kylo said nothing but reached out, his leather-gloved hand, reaching out and gently touching the black crystal. Y/N watched as his eyes seemed to soften, but they hardened and Kylo pulled his hand away. Clenching his fist at his side.

“Let go of the past, Y/N. Kill it if you have to.” He spoke, turning away and putting his helmet back on.

And, with that, he turned to the door.

“Kill the past, Y/N." He spoke, before opening the door and leaving.

Turning away from the door, she brushed her tears away, clearing her throat. A loud thud surprised her and Vero and Sora came rushing in.

“My Lady, what happened? The Supreme Leader left in a hurry along with his Commander. What did he say to you?” Vero asked, getting defensive.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that my people are safe.” Y/N spoke, finally meeting Vero and Sora in the eye.

Sora’s eyes widened, “My Lady! What happened? Have you been crying?” She asked, rushing over.

“Nothing. I think it must be the stress catching up to me.” She lied, sniffling, giving Vero and Sora a shy smile.

“If you insist, My Lady.” Sora spoke skeptically.

“I do insist.” Y/N smiled before she walked out of her Meeting Room.

“I think I will retire for the day. I have nothing else planned, right Vero?” She asked, turning to go up the stairs back to her room.

“Yes, My Lady, you have nothing else to do today.” He spoke. 

“Well, alright. I do not want to be disturbed until dinner tonight, thank you.” Y/N spoke, before heading up the stairs to her room.

Her soft smile fell once she wasn't in Vero or Sora’s sight. A sad frown upon her face, as she fidgeted with the black crystal necklace. Shutting her bedroom door, she walked to her balcony, seeing as Kylo was just now re-entering his ship. Y/N watched as he stopped where he stood, halfway on the ramp. As if he knew she was watching him, and he did know. Turning and looking up at her as she stood on her balcony. She watched as he turned and left. 

She turned away as the ramp raised up. Y/N's eyes began to water once more. As she remembered the lost time she can never take back. Knowing that he was in fact, too far gone for her to save. And, in fact, he didn't need to save. Ben Solo was trapped inside the shell of the man that he once was. Ben Solo needed saving. And, she was determined to fight back.

#kylo ren x reader #slight angst #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren imagine #angst #kill the past #part 1 #old 2020 fic #kylo x you #kylo x reader #female reader #queen reader

[transsweet]

26, 37, and 41 for scc

this got SO much more angsty than i imagined, but thank you for the prompts !! (it's late i apologize if anything came out wrong or confusing ^^)

26 - "what sacrifices do they make for each other ?"

obviously, they all sacrifice each others safety with going out of their way to rebel against queen together, but other than that . i feel like capns sacrificed dates before to be with k_k and sweet (pre polycule ofc) . say he finally got a date set up with a girl after so long, but k_k wants to have a fun outing in the city with them, having a full plan set up and being SO happy to spend time with the both of them . he can't bring himself to just decline that smile, that damned smile . he cancels the date and goes with k_k and sweet instead .

for the others, i feel sweet sacrificed the harsh ideals brought by their upbringing to be with the others, while the roots of the harsh perfectionism dig deep, they abandon the ideals to always be stern and stoic to let themself be energetic with the others .

and for k_k ? they sacrifice their reserved nature . i feel that k_k was very reserved before meeting sweet and capn, keeping go themself and the quiet smile, but it's impossible to be reserved, to hold feelings back when around them . sweet's energy, capns coolness, it means everything to be around two darkners as cool as them .

37 - who's the most emotionally sensitive/cries most often ?

this is a hard one, but i'd probably say capn . he'd never cry in front of his partners, he'll even the slightest feeling of sadness is bad news, as it tends to show cracks in the cool dude persona, so he tries to stay away from anyone when his sensitive self esteem is damaged .

however, there have been times it's broken in front of sweet and k_k . it's embarrassing to him, but just breaks sweet and k_k to see their partner be under so much to just break then and there . comforting words are given, and if he's alright with it, gentle holds are taken . holding him, telling him he means the absolute world to them . it doesn't fix things instantaneously, but it at least reinforces the idea to capn . even if he still hates to show emotional vulnerability, he knows sweet and k_k would NEVER judge him for showing it when it becomes unbearable to hold back .

41 - what would they do if they lost each other ?

ouch . ough . owie .

revert back to bad habits . sweet overworking themself to point of disrepair and low battery, nobody to remind them that the mentality that they're nothing unless they can be useful is bad . capn hiding every emotion behind shades and a smirk, nobody telling him how harmful that truly is to his mentality . k_k pushing every emotion besides happiness down, nobody to tell it that it's ok to not be happy sometimes .

i hc that before the band, all three were very secluded and alone . to finally find someone who understands you, to finally feel complete, to have someone who cares about you to worry about your habits and help you break out of them . and to lose that, it's very easy to revert back into the mindsets you were in before .

all three make sure that never happens, they complete each other . one without one of the three is an incomplete product . you can't have one without the other two . they love each other so much, they can't go back to the loneliness from before . their life has gotten so much better now that sweet capn cakes has formed and that they're all dating, they mean the world to each other .

#prince thoughts #i really need to start writing abt their childhoods #i keep talking abt how secluded and isolated they all were from others i need to elaborate on it #remind me tmrw i wanna tackle k_ks childhood first since it's the one i have the most down #n the one i'm most ready to share #OK enjoy . if i get anymore i'll try n do em tonight but if not tomorrow . prommy just remind me #btw editing this after its being posted in case smth was worded wrong or weirdly

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Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me/ You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean (mEAN QUeeN) / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think KnOW you’re a bad ~person~ HA! / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team (i MeAN... we WOULD, woULd'Nt We???? ;):) ) / I’d have a one night stand with you (HAHHAHAHAHA!) / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging (gUESS WHICH ONE? ;D) / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink (WITH VERVAIN!!!! >:))) / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke (N0 SENSE OF HUMOR ://///) / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless (aND FEiStY) / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else

#asks #malka lisitsa #[ omg :D ]

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Bianca Doesn't Like Being Touched (Bitney) - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest 

Bianca Del Rio doesn't like being touched, so why does she like it so much when she and Courtney touch each other.

"Rule number 1 broken, never touch me". Bianca joked on stage with an irritated face as Courtney hugged her. "Oh, you don't mind touch that much". Courtney said staring at Bianca lovingly. "Yeah, it's just your touch I hate". Bianca then said, then wrapped her arm around Courtney's waist. Courtney laughed and placed her hand right on Bianca's padded ass, shocking her a little but not enough to have a physical reaction.

Once they finished the show, and were in somewhat of a private space, they got to talking about the show. "Show went well, didn't it?". Courtney asked. "Yeah everything went according to plan, except the part where you grabbed my ass". Bianca said in a jovial tone. "Oh yeah I forgot you hate when I touch you". Courtney said jokingly. "You couldn't control yourself could you?, you whore". Bianca asked. "You liked it, didn't you?". Courtney told her. "Bitch please!, don't flatter yourself". Bianca scoffed. Courtney started walking towards her. "No, go on, admit it, you liked it". Courtney said. "And what makes you think that?". Bianca asked. "All the other times I've ever touched you. Including last night and earlier today, right before the show. I see you tried to cover those". Courtney simply said, pointing out the partially covered hickeys spotting Bianca's neck.

Bianca blushed under her layers of foundation and moved her hand to hide her neck. Courtney caught her hand before it reach its destination. "Don't be embarrassed, I'm proud of my work on you". Courtney said caressing Bianca's torso then kissing her on the cheek and on top of the still sensitive hickeys. Bianca's eyes shuddered close at the feeling. "Oh Courtney!". She moaned, putting her hand on top of Courtney's. "Let's go somewhere private". Courtney suggested, pulling Bianca with her.

Once they were in Courtney's hotel room she instantly had Bianca against the wall in a passionate kiss, with no protest from said queen. Their lips felt like magic against each other. Bianca's eyes rolled in pleasure as Courtney moved from her lips down to the other side of her neck, producing new hickeys on to the sensitive skin. She took hold of Courtney's waist to bring their bodies closer together and held her tightly.

Courtney stopped her movement and looked directly into Bianca's glazed over eyes. "You want it badly, don't you pussyface?". Courtney asked. "Yes, I want it bad, I want those lips all over me". Bianca responded and kissed her lips.

Courtney got on her knees, lifted the ends of Bianca's dress, opened Bianca's bodysuit, then peeled her tights off. Which revealed Bianca's erection behind her underwear. She palmed the other queen through that one layer and watched as her eyes rolled back. She then took off said fabric and took hold of Bianca's shaft and stroked her hand up and down as she listened to her breathing get faster.

Courtney licked her lips and took Bianca into her mouth. Moving her tongue and lips against the hard member in slow ministrations, still stroking with her hands.

Bianca was losing her mind as Courtney slid her lips around her cock, sliding her tongue and sucking in such a way that Bianca was struggling to remember to hold her dress out of the way. Bianca started to breathe heavier as Courtney moved around her faster. Sucking the precum out and on to her own tongue. Squeezing around her cock nice enough to make her want Courtney to never stop.

And Courtney didn't stop, she kept going until Bianca finally came with a sharp cry.

Bianca kept her eyes closed and stroked Courtney's blonde wig. Courtney stood up and said, "what do you wanna do now?". "Well, I have to reciprocate the gesture, don't I ?". Bianca said, replacing her hands on the other queens waist and moving her towards the hotel bed. After Courtney was sat on the bed, Bianca knelt down and started to unbutton her shorts. She released Courtney's hard on and immediately took her into her mouth. Courtney eyes closed as Bianca's lips moved around her cock, she stroked the blonde curls of Bianca's wig and watched as she attempted to take Courtney down her throat, she got most of it in and stroked the rest as she swallowed around her cock.

"Oh Bianca!". Courtney moaned. Bianca looked up at her, doe eyed, eyes watering, liner starting to stream down her face. Bianca pulled off and layed her head on Courtney's thigh, still stroking her. "I need you Courtney, I can't hold out any longer". Bianca whimpered. "Tell me what you want, pussyface, and I'll give it to you". Courtney told Bianca. Bianca lifted her head up to Courtney's ear, "I need you inside me, Courtney". She said in a deep whisper that sent chills down Courtney's spine. "Get on my lap, sweetheart". She then instructed Bianca, kissing her lips after.

Bianca quickly straddled Courtney legs, moving her dress out the way. Courtney reached into the drawer next to her to retrieve a small bottle of lube. She put some lube on her fingers and moved her hand under the swaths of red fabric and started to prep her hole, to which Bianca shuddered. "Still stretched from earlier aren't you". Courtney teased. Bianca moaned between closed lips. After Courtney thought Bianca was prepped enough, she lubed up her own shaft and set Bianca on top of her.

Bianca breathed out sharply as Courtney stretched her wider with her shaft. Courtney thrusted into Bianca steadily, hands moving to Bianca hips to move her along to the thrusts. "Oh my god". Bianca moaned as she rode Courtney. Courtney hands traveled up her dress and Courtney held on to Bianca's ass to guide her movement. Bianca gasped at the feeling of being touched so intimately her head fell into the crook of Courtney's neck, biting her lip to keep her sound under control.

"Oh Bianca, I love touching you, I love how sensitive you get when I touch you". Courtney whispered to Bianca, reaching in between the 2 of them to stroke her hard on as she fucked her even faster. "Ohh! Fuck!". Bianca swore in pleasure as the pace increased and as she was being stroked. Bianca was breathing heavily as Courtney continued her movement and hit a sensitive spot inside of her, and with the pleasure she was feeling, Bianca couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!". Bianca whimpered into Courtney's ear, pressing herself closer to the other queen.

Courtney held on to Bianca tightly as they grinded into each other, Bianca hard against her and Courtney hard inside her. Courtney moved to kiss Bianca's jaw to which Bianca welcomed entirely. Courtney increased her pace, which made Bianca thrust her head backwards and thrust her hips forward. "Ohh! My god! I'm gonna lose my mind doing this shit!". Bianca yelled in ecstacy as Courtney thrusted fast and hard into her. Bianca didn't even bother to try to stay quiet. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh My God!". She chanted, getting louder each time. Her eyes started to water more as she found herself getting closer to the edge.

"Court, I'm can't keep going much longer". Bianca said to the other queen. Courtney felt Bianca clench around her and could fell her trying to move faster against her, trying to chase her orgasm. Courtney started to stroke Bianca's cock faster. "Oh really, you want me to make you cum again, pussyface". Courtney asked as Bianca's eyes rolled backwards at the feeling. "Oh yes! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! ". Bianca chanted, begging for Courtney to finish her again, voice getting more and more desperate.

With only a few more thrusts Bianca and Courtney came at the same time, with a fairly loud cry from Bianca as her second climax hit her. Courtney thrusted hard 3 more times to help them ride out their orgasms. Bianca placed her head on Courtney's shoulder as they tried to even out their breathing. After a moment of peaceful silence Courtney eventually spoke up. "You know, we'll have to get cleaned up at some point". She said. "I know, let's just stay like this for a little". Bianca says before lifting her head up to kiss Courtney on the lips one more time.

Pride Challenge Points: 1051

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #courtney act #bitney #smut #pwp #canon compliant #fic challenge

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

“you act as if it’s the worst thing i’ve ever done to you when YOU have done worse. i take your bullshit and swallowed my pride for you. you act as if i killed someone. you’re still mine aren’t you? literally NOTHING would have changed between us with her being around. i did it for our people and i’d do it again too” you burst out and before you get any angrier you take a deep breath and head back inside. “you’re right, i should go check on the girls. anything to get me the hell away from you” you say storming off, not even bothering to answer his question.

if he won’t apologize then neither will you.

maybe if he would just listen and not act so irrationally, you would tell him what has happened but you’re tired of kissing his ass and having to prove yourself to him. honestly, you shouldn’t have done it at all. you swallowed a lot of his bullshit to get to this peaceful part of your life but it’s erupting in your face. it feels like a slap in the face and you feel guilty for believing you could actually “change” him.

fine, if he won’t believe you, then he doesn’t have to. gone is the once sweet, loving wife. he wants honesty? you’ll give him honesty.

you march to your twins’s room and everyone in the room, including the guests can feel the tension between the two of you. “is everything okay, your highness?” someone asks jungkook and yet AGAIN, he’s surrounded by people wanting to converse with him.

once you reach the girls’s room, you seemingly arrived on time because the look on their face says it all. “i can take over if you want” you tell the maids. “go get something to eat” and they bow and leave. “looks like you girls already ate” you say after seeing the empty bottles and the girls smile in their cribs. “c’mere” you take both ayra and ji-eun out and place them on their tummies. you even play with them for a bit and their laughter is just the sweetest.

you watch your four-month old girls play with their toys, even putting them in their mouths to chew on them.

“miriam would’ve loved you two” you whisper to them and you begin to feel emotional just mentioning your deceased friend. “i miss her so much. i really wish she were here right now” the maids enter back in the room with the twins and you rise to your feet. “are you okay, queen y/n?” asks one of the girls. “just tired. bring them to me if they cry okay?” you say before leaving and heading into a room to get yourself together.

your breathing has increased and you pace back and forth to calm yourself. “whew..” you let out and conveniently you’re in your old guest room. the room you slept in when you first became jungkook’s wife.

you begin to get undressed. not really having the energy to go out there and put up an act anymore. you hope no one realizes where you are but the moment you mention that, jungkook opens the door to see your bare back facing him. “i’m not going back out there” is all you say before taking your hair down and running your hands through your locks.

“since you want to argue so bad, yes. people were flirting with me. i don’t remember their names because it didn’t really bother me but you’re so sensitive that anything will bother you. some consorts have a crush on me, maids, servants, soldiers, everyone likes me and you too. but do i get sensitive? not really. you reassure me that everything is okay so i don’t press certain issues with you because i TRUST you. i feel like you should do the same with me but you’re so finicky about how you feel about me that you trusting me is a goddamn fable. there’s your honesty, jungkook. now can you please get off my fucking back and let me breathe? no, i’m not sleeping with you tonight now leave me alone or are you gonna change your mind and harass me some more about how everything is my fault?”

the fact that you say all of this while being half naked is very interesting to jungkook. that’s how he knows you’re pissed, especially considering you’re shy about your body but here you are with your hair past your shoulders, wearing just underwear, and fussing at jungkook. you look so hot like this and yeah he’s pissed off at what you’re saying but you look so good. it’s hard to stay mad when you look so good but it doesn’t distract him for long.

~🫧

“ wow. Look at you. You’re screaming at me that’s rare.” He smirks, even though he should be minding this he doesn’t because you look so hot standing there, in all your glory with your hair flowing, and you being angry.

It’s really hot.

“you know I don’t mind this actually.. you can scream at me all you want when you look like this.” He stalks closer to you.

“do you know what you’re too kind for your own good protecting those people by hiding their names… gotta say they’re lucky.” he rolls his eyes.

He is standing behind you, his breath fans over your neck as he traces his hands all over your body. “I’m sorry for the way I behaved with you earlier.” He snakes his hand around your waist once again because he’s just so obsessed.

“And you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” He agrees. “and for the record I do trust you, but I don’t trust the people around you. You can’t blame me..” he shrugs. “ of course I’ll always be yours.”

He kisses your neck.

“are you sure you want me to leave you alone?”

#ask: tc!jungkook

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Heyyyy I saw that you were doing matchups, so here I am!!! (I'm vv fond of matchups!)

Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs pronouns: they/she MBTI: ISTP sexuality: bisexual appearance: 5'3 (162 cm), chubby, silky black short hair that doesn't even reach the shoulders, dark eyes personality: I'm a super-sensitive person, and get hurt by others' words easily. I also get irritated and angry at the slightest things and am not afraid to show it. I'm the kind of person who finds it hard to say no to others' requests. I am an introvert in general, but I love spending time with those I trust. It takes me time to trust people because I've been betrayed by friends multiple times. I enjoy staying up late at night doing what makes me happy. likes: the color black, dogs love language: physical touch, quality time random facts: I'm a brown belt in Karate (the second belt after mine is black, the kinda highest level), I enjoy swimming, and I absolutely love singing. My favorite music genres include pop and pop-punk.

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Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.4K

A/n: tysm KitKat :) Btw guys my inbox is filled and I might not be able to do all of them for a while so be patient please? :>💕

I match you with...

Chuuya Nakahara!

I think that if you're a sensitive person, Chuuya is a good option cause he will absolutely treat his s/o like a queen and I know that you like him so yay! XD

He is also fond of dogs! Those cute fluffy creature bring out the sensitive little boy out of him! Tbh I've always wanted to watch the movie "Hachy: a dog's tale" with him cause I know that by the end of that movie we'll both be crying and sobbing (definitely recommend it, you should watch if you like crying over movies like I do lol)

He finds it very badass that you know karate, I mean he's a huge fan of fighting and he would find it so attractive if your train in front of him, specially if you're wearing your belt. He might even try to compete with you at some point and maybe he'll let you win to see that smile he adores on your face.

Chuuya is a very protective guy. He will not give into people easily so if he is in a relationship with you, be certain that you are truely especial to him. With that being said, Chuuya will not let anyone lay a finger on his most precious, so if anyone dares to upset you or offend you, theyre absolutely done for.

When he finds out about your disability to say no to others, he's a bit irritated cause he hates to see you uncomfortable, so he will help you work on that.

Chuuya would love to stay up with you because just like you he loves to be doing what he likes with people he loves, all you have to do is not letting him drink any wine cause this guy has a low alcohol tolerance and will pass out after a few glasses of wine lol.

May I suggest you to braid his hair before going to bed? I mean he might not even show it but he adores the sensation of you hands on his hair and how your eyebrows knot together in concentration. It just makes him feel so relaxed that he might fall sleep under your touch and I promise you that is the most adorable sight you'll ever see in your life :)

Thanks for participating baby!

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