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davnittbraes · 5 months

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Affirmations - Part Two

Part of the I’m Here universe.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2780

Warnings etc: SMUTTY FEELS, like that’s pretty much the whole thing lol, a hand on reader’s throat but not really breath play just thought I should mention it in case you’re squeamish about that, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it naked female/clothed male, subspace, dom/sub undertones

Reader-insert physical descriptors: hair long enough to comb fingers through

Notes: takes place immediately after Part One so you should probably read that. Or don’t. Enjoy your smut, ya filthy animals 😉

This scene is inspired by the pic in the banner. Yes, I did stare at it for much longer than what is probably normal.

Also after writing this fic, it’s now an undeniable fact - Marcus Pike owns my whole heart and pussy.

The bedroom is quiet.

Marcus had shut the door, drawn the curtains closed on the windows, moved through the room with steady and sure motions as if completing some sort of routine.

You had watched him with a vague curiosity, too exhausted and raw to find the energy to ask about it - not that you would. There was something almost ceremonial about it all, the intent of his focus on creating a sanctuary just for the two of you. To question it felt sacrilegious.

Still, your mind noted the steps.

Close the door and draw the curtains.

Dim the lights, just enough to soften all the edges.

Spread out a plush, thick blanket on top of the bed.

Undress you, trails of soft kisses and touches blessing your skin as it’s revealed.

Pull you to him and kiss you deep, pressing your bare curves to his clothed frame.

Chase the shiver that runs down your spine at the sensation with the tips of his fingers.

Guide you to the bed and lay you out, help you get comfortable while he sheds his own clothing.

And always, throughout, that warm, brown gaze never leaves you, darkening as each step is completed, drifting down your body with clear admiration, with obvious desire.

Your thoughts had grown quieter bit by bit, softened by distraction, curiosity of what might come next.

Now, some time later, you lie facedown on the bed, the silk-soft texture of the blanket cupping your bare skin, and the noise of your thoughts is a dull murmur beneath the skip-beat of anticipation through your veins, under the skin of your wrists where your arms are curled around your head, face tucked into your elbow to block out the dim light.

And Marcus is…

“Take a deep breath for me, lovely one.”

His hand rests flat against your back between your shoulderblades, warm weight grounding. You focus on it, let the warmth seep through your chest, pull air into your lungs, steady.

“Good.” His hand drifts down the curve of your spine and back again. “One more.”

The next breath releases the last of the tension in your muscles, and you sink even further into the bed.

Trust.

It blooms in your chest, a soft throb against your ribcage. You tug at it gently, guide it to spread through your entire body, embrace it with full knowledge that it will bring you peace.

Calm. Stillness.

Trust Marcus and find serenity.

A quiet noise, almost distant - he’s shifting and the mattress dips and you tense reflexively.

His lips press against your shoulder, voice ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Relax. Don’t think.” Another kiss to your temple. “Just feel. Be here with me.”

The softness of his voice squeezes your throat, emotion rising but you shove it away, force your attention to his hand on your back, retracing its path.

Don’t think. Just feel.

He settles on the bed, gently nudging your thighs apart as he kneels between them before leaning over you, planting his free hand beside your shoulder. The warmth of his body - so close, not quite touching - prickles your skin, makes you crave more, arching your back until the next pass of his hand coaxes your muscles to relax once again.

Don’t think. Just feel.

His lips tracing your hairline.

Breathe in.

Don’t think just feel

His breath warming your skin.

Breathe out.

Don’t think just feel

His hand smoothing down the planes of your back.

Be here with me

He noses along the crook of your neck. “Good girl.”

A thrill of pleasure skitters along the surface your mind, echoing through the heavy haze. You observe it with distant curiosity.

When had you slipped into it? This mindset of obedience, thoughts quiet and body compliant.

It pulls you deeper with the next breath, the unique sensation of anchored weightlessness.

Only he can bring you here.

Marcus.

His hand leaves your back, smooths over your arm, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin in the dip of your elbow before slipping through your hair, threading his fingers into the strands until his palm cups the curve of your head.

Oh -

A pulse ripples through the haze.

Something primal, a visceral instinct accompanying the vulnerability of being at someone’s mercy, the urge to react out of need for survival but it turns almost instantly, pools, heated, in the pit of your stomach.

Becomes a part of the weight keeping you grounded, the absolute trust you have in the man holding you.

His long fingers curl, slowly card through your hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at your scalp.

Shivers race down your back, he follows them with his lips, soft plush kisses map a constellation over your skin.

Again, the gentle swirl of fingertips, the light scratch of nails, the glide of strands over smooth callouses.

Breathe in.

Be here with me

The slow and steady press of lips over your shoulder.

Breathe out.

Warmth slowly blankets the bare skin of your back as he pulls his body closer, his hands skimming over your biceps, forearms, wrists. His fingers skating along the delicate skin and your steady pulse beneath it before twining through your own.

Your lungs fill with him, ribs expand to take as much of him inside you as possible.

The haze flickers.

It’s not enough.

You need more of him.

Some part of your brain tells you to say it, but words won’t form, letters, vowels and consonants skittering away from your grasp.

Your body takes over for the silence of your tongue, your thighs spreading further, beckoning him closer. He settles between your legs, chest pressed against your shoulderblades, arms coming up to frame yours.

The meaning of the words yes like that swell in your thoughts, intangible but there.

His lips suckle softly at the corner of your jaw, tongue flicking out to taste, and he breathes deep, gentle hum of contentment rumbling against your back.

Both the sound and sensation are grounding. Rooting you to this moment.

Another kiss, to the soft skin behind your ear. “Doing so well, being here, feeling me. Feeling us.”

The haze of your thoughts shifts sluggishly, pulling focus to where your body connects with his. Something like a whimper escapes your lips as his frame rests almost completely on yours, his chest flush to your back.

Arousal pools, deep in your core, spreading down your thighs and up your torso, soft tingles that make you shiver.

A sweet kiss to the corner of your eye, the caress of a thumb over your temple. “Are you here with me?”

The word somehow forms without effort, called into existence by his question, as if your body is ready to speak for you even if your mind can’t. “Yes.”

“Good.” Lips curve into a smile against your cheek. “You’re incredible. So strong, so beautiful. So good for me.”

It should surprise you, that there’s no protest on the tip of your tongue, no attempt to deflect or deny his words.

Nothing touches you here.

Here with him.

Marcus.

“Yes, lovely one?”

His name had fallen from your lips unbidden, like it was pulled straight from your heart.

Arousal flares at his response - the slight gravel to his voice that says he’s fighting with his instinctual desire just as you’re succumbing to yours, and that nickname he’s given you, one he only speaks in moments like this -

A blinding want rips through your awareness and that pool of arousal in your core pulses in the walls of your cunt.

The words slip through the haze of your thoughts. “I need you inside me.”

His breath catches in his chest - you can feel it, the slight tightening of his muscles, the barely-there shift in his lungs - then his lips press to your shoulder, his voice ghosting over your ear.

“I will give this to you. But you have to stay just like this. Breathing, feeling, just being here, in this moment. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation exists in your awareness.

Only need.

“Good girl.”

Another kiss and he shifts, hips pressing to the curve of your ass.

The hard length of his cock drags along your skin and heat flares bright and slick, radiating out from between your thighs until every muscles is trembling with it.

A hand cups the back of your neck and long fingers wrap around your throat -

There’s no pressure, no squeeze, just warm weight, a reminder.

Your entire body shudders, muscles instantly going slack again.

His chest rumbles against your back. “That’s it, that’s good. So responsive, so perfect for me.”

The haze of your thoughts pulls, becomes this other, a whispering steady litany of disjointed words from some place below your awareness.

The voice of your body, unspoken but made heard.

Yes yes perfect

You swallow, feel the graze of the soft skin of your throat move against the smooth callouses of his fingers, and pleasure spikes quick, dizzying, so sharp that tears gather in the corners of your eyes at the empty ache of your pussy.

Patience trust yes need Marcus

He’s moving, slow and careful, cock gliding over the curve of your ass and between your spread thighs, slipping through the slick gathering there.

Sensation ripples the haze, echoes in the soft groan where his lips press against your shoulder.

His thumb caresses the tendon on the back of your neck, easing the quiver of tension starting to build. “Easy, lovely one. Take my cock, nice and easy.”

Then his hips are shifting, the blunt head of his cock presses against the cup of your entrance and the walls of your cunt flutter, desperate to clench and pull and suck him in deep and you breathe, focus.

Easy easy easy

His lips trace your hairline at the nape of your neck as he slides deeper, a slow and steady push that threatens the thick calm laying over your body. Tempts your spine to arch, your hips to roll.

Stay just like this

Breathe relax stay

Your head is spinning with effort, the desire to be good for him warring with primal need.

Yes yes yes

He squeezes your throat gently, barely, but enough to ground you as his cock presses you open.

Marcus

Every nerve is alight, every sense heightened almost past the point of bearable.

His hips finally sit flush with your ass, and he shifts his weight just a little and the head of his cock pushes against something deep inside you and -

Pleasure tears through your body -

No no stay relax don’t

A sob buzzes in your throat, desperate edge catching on his fingers.

His free hand curls around your head, thumb brushing your cheek. “Oh right there? Does it feel good, lovely one?”

A subtle roll of his hips grinds his cock into that place in your core and white-hot pleasure threatens to squeeze, clench down on his cock.

So good feels

You pull at the haze of your thoughts, try to find purchase on anything that will stop your body from reacting, keep you in this state that he wants you in.

Another press of his cock, his mouth against your ear, voice washed out by the racing heartbeat pounding through your veins. “That’s it, just feel it, let it come to you.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, just grinds his cock to that spot again and your focus narrows, a pinpoint on the edge he’s pushing you to, every part of you becomes that goal, that desire.

His desire

Stay just like this

“Are you here with me?” His voice is right there, lips brushing your ear.

Yes

“Good girl.” Another shift, another press of his cock, another flash of white-hot pleasure. “Doing so good for me. Amazing, incredible…” he kisses your temple softly, keeps his lips there to murmur against your skin. “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”

A moan catches in your throat, buzzes against his fingers, and his cock twitches deep in your core.

Marcus shifts his grip on your throat, hand smoothing over the curve of your head, fingers slipping through your hair to twist lightly until you’re firmly in his grasp.

Your heartbeat stutters in anticipation.

Then he rolls his hips, long and slow and the length of his cock drags along your inner walls and the haze flares, shimmering, and it’s -

There’s something other about it, something -

deep, beyond your body -

pulling from the physical but lifting you into a space where everything is so close yet so far -

no not far, right here, and you’re safe, protected -

He slowly pushes back in, a slick glide that sparks pleasure so bright and full you can almost taste it.

Tears slip out from beneath your closed eyelids -

they feel good, warm and soothing on your skin -

His lips press to their tracks, trace them. “You’re there. Right where you need to be. Find your voice, lovely one.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink through the haze, for you to understand, but it doesn’t matter, you’ll do anything he asks of you.

He stills, hand cupping your head, hips pressed to yours and cock buried deep. “I want you to tell them the truth, those other voices. Repeat after me. Can you do that?”

“Yes -“ your voice is barely a whisper, rasping with pleasure, sounding distant but echoing in your head at the same time.

“Good. My good girl.” His fingers grip just a bit tighter, sharpen your focus even more. “You are brilliant. Say it. Tell them.”

His hips roll again, dragging the thick length of his cock from your slick cunt and your words stumble out in a stuttered breath. “I am brilliant.”

“You are capable.”

Again the slow push back in, the throb of the haze meeting the pace of your heartbeat and your words beat along with it. “I am capable.”

“You are exceptional.”

Pleasure sparks hot, unseen colours that ripple through the haze with so much intensity it almost stops your voice.

“I am exc-ceptional.”

“Good. Again.”

He moves with you, around you, inside you, his words reverberating through the haze and pulsing in time with the motions of his body, his breath, his lips on your skin until it envelopes you wholly and you become it, that pulse, that beat.

Become the pleasure and the words running through it.

“I am brilliant.”

Beat.

“I am capable.”

Beat.

“I am exceptional.”

Beat.

Again.

“I am brilliant.”

Beat.

“I am capable.”

Beat.

“I am exceptional.”

Beat.

I -

Something bright is building, tingeing your voice and the dark behind your eyelids with light, colour and sound and sensation, and its so big and so much it’s pulling you in and you’re falling into it and away -

“Marcus -“

- half of a plea, you know he’s there, he’ll catch you and keep you safe -

“I’ve got you, lovely one.”

Yes yes Marcus

The low rasp of his words in your ear -

“Breathe.”

Your lungs pull deep, expand and contract, the base instincts of your body attuned to his command.

“Feel.”

Pleasure sings through your veins and swarms over your skin and bursts at every touchpoint, every cell that’s connected to him blazing.

“Come.”

Bright indefinable sensation overwhelms you and it shakes and burns and feels -

Beyond pleasure, more than some carnal sensory pattern, bigger and deeper than anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re falling for what feels like eternity -

His voice seeps into the bright and pulls you back to the surface, tucks you in close.

Another breath, another beat.

A moment of utter silence.

Where nothing and everything exists at the same time, and you’re right there, in the middle, in perfect balance.

And then you’re moving, gentle hands turning your body, smoothing out tremors of pleasure that still quiver through your limbs, dance along your skin.

One cups your face and the other rests over your heartbeat, a warm weight that instantly soothes your aching chest, loosens your throat so you can breathe again.

Slowly your awareness comes back, in pieces still blurred at the edges.

You’re on your back, shoulders flat against the soft blanket. Every muscle is lax, every ounce of tension gone, replaced by that kind of soft heat that only comes from spent pleasure.

A low murmur sinks into your thoughts - Marcus, speaking to you, his words forming into something recognizable, even if you can’t quite understand them yet.

“…just like that, breathe, good.” His thumb is tracing small circles on your skin over your heartbeat. “Come back to me, lovely one.”

You try to focus on his voice, to obey him, but then he’s pressing a kiss to your forehead and your body slips back into the content quiet.

*****

Next: Part Three

Previous: Part One

#the mentalist fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #reader insert #no y/n

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spoopydooblr · 3 months

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 12 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: look at me writing! wow! anyways...enjoy! inbox is open and i would love to hear what you think!

tw: smut- oral f receiving, cursing, mentions of infertility, mentions of death, the funeral ep basically

Violin music soared, the funeral starting. Stella watched as Kendall and his siblings (and Greg, for some reason) walked down the aisle behind Logan's casket. Her gaze burned into the back of Kendall's head as he passed her. She didn't know how to feel, really. Kendall never led on that he had a problem. It wasn't like he was lying to her, but he was keeping some of the truth away. They told each other everything, or so she thought.

It seemed like such an important detail to leave out, but at the same time, when would he have told her? They hadn't talked about kids yet, and maybe that was why.

Still, he kept something big from her. Really big.

And the fact that she had to find out from his mother. Stella was so embarrassed. Unfortunately, Kendall was probably having a much worse time than her.

At the front of the Cathedral, a tall old man got up to speak. Kendall, Greg and the sibs attempted to stop him, but he made it to the podium.

The man introduced himself as Ewen, Logan's brother. His speech took digs at the family, which was kind of funny to her, but sad, as her family would never speak to each other like that. Not that they were perfect, because they weren't. Stella remembered her invitation to Kendall. Was he still going to come to Christmas? It really wasn't appropriate now, but the holiday wasn't for another month and things could change. Hopefully, Mencken would lose the election and Kendall would stop the GoJo deal.

"Godspeed, my brother. And God bless."

Ewen finished his speech, his harsh words leaving a sting over the funeral guests.

Next up was Roman, who barely made it up to the podium. Stella cringed. It was not looking good for the eulogy. A part of her wanted to judge him, as her speech at her own father's funeral was almost flawless. The Roy's got their father for longer than she did. It wasn't fair. Stella felt herself growing resentful. Everyone was grieving around her for a man who was probably better off dead. And everything happening with the election...

Roman broke down, unable to say what he had written on the cards in his shaky hands. He motioned to his siblings and they joined him at the podium. She could hear Roman's whimpers echo throughout the chapel as people started to whisper around her.

From across the aisle, Stella heard a dissatisfied humph. She turned, making eye contact with the literal Jeryd Mencken. Knowing a pretty girl was looking at him, he shot her a crazy smile, flashing what probably were veneers. Stella's heart skipped a beat and she turned back, focusing on the scene in front of her. First she had to see Kendall, who she was still mad at, then his siblings, who were still iffy on her, then his mother, who spilled one of Kendall's biggest secrets, now this?

Before she could process any more of the absolute shit situation she was in, Kendall's voice boomed over the microphone.

"Um. Just bear with me a second, please." He approached the podium with Roman's cards in his hands, while Roman sat down. The eulogy was now Kendall's responsibility.

Stella sucked in a deep breath. This could go a few different ways, from the information she had gathered about Kendall the last months they were together. He didn't bomb a speech often, but it was definitely possible, given the circumstances. Especially with Lukas and Mencken there, Kendall was under a ton of stress.

He mumbled more, taking a pen and writing some notes. He started, taking some of what Logan's brother said and making it better. As always, the pressure just made Kendall better, more sharp. It was his fucking father's funeral and he was putting on a performance. Stella looked around, but still, she couldn't see Rava or their kids. Maybe they bailed.

"The will to be, and to be seen, and to do. And now people might want to tend and prune the memory of him to denigrate that force. That magnificent, awful force of him, but my God, I hope it's in me."

She knew it was in him. There was no one else fit for the job but Kendall. From her place at the back of the chapel, she swore he said the last line to her. Kendall spent so much time convincing everyone that it was him, but he never had to convince her. She knew from the moment they met that he could do it.

"He was comfortable with this world. And he knew it. He knew it and he liked it. And I say amen to that." Kendall finished, applause echoing through the pews.

Stella was proud of him. Even through all of the shit, she was immensely proud of what he did.

Shiv got up next, delivering a sad speech about her relationship with Logan and his issues with women. Stella noticed Caroline sitting with a group of women at the front of the chapel. She recognized Kerry, too, from Kendall's stories. He was notorious for keeping her up at night, explaining the latest Roy drama. The front row must have been Logan's conquests. Stella shuddered, realizing that could be her at Kendall's funeral. Hopefully he wouldn't replace her with a newer, sexier model every few years.

The chapel clapped for Shiv, who shed a few tasteful tears.

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Stella walked down the aisle, staying back so she would have time to talk to Kendall. He was saying his goodbyes before they went to the burial with the rest of the Sibs.

Kendall locked eyes with her and motioned for Stella to come. She breathed s sigh of relief.

"Hi." She mumbled, unsure of what to say.

"Hey." He kind of smiled at her, probably relieved everything was over.

"That was...that was good, Ken."

"Uh, thank you."

He reached for her, grabbing the cuffs of her jacket slightly and pulling her into him.

She returned the hug as carefully as she could.

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

He looked up at her, tears forming in his eyes. "Rava and the kids..."

"I know." She said.

"Jess quit on me."

That, she wasn't expecting. "What?"

He shook his head. "I'll tell you about it later."

Stella nodded, her hands still on his shoulders and his locked around her waist.

"Um, have fun at the burial, I guess."

"Yeah, yeah, uh, I will."

"I'll see you, um, later, I guess."

"Yeah. Yeah."

Stella really didn't know if she would see him 'later'. There was a protest to go to and if Kendall got word she was there...she would never hear the end of it.

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It was close to 6 AM when he knocked on her door.

"Where the fuck were you tonight?" Kendall stormed in, scaring Stella's dog.

"Why?" She shot back, tired of him micromanaging every little thing she did. Who cares what she did?

"You were at the fucking protest!"

"Well we're clearly keeping secrets now, so I thought it would be fine."

She knew that would hit him hard. "You could've gotten killed! Or arrested!" He chose to ignore what she said, even though it hurt.

"How did you know I was there? Are you stalking me?"

"Rome saw you!"

"Roman was at the protest?"

"No, uh, well, he was, but--" He stopped. "It doesn't fucking matter who saw you."

"You're just mad you couldn't pick out my outfit."

"Watch it." His hand balled into a fist.

"I'm almost fucking 30, Kendall. And there wouldn't be a protest if you didn't call the election!"

"It was for the deal! Don't you understand how important that is to me? To us?" He moved closer to her, pupils blown.

"Well now that's fucked, isn't it?" She got close to his face. "It was all for nothing."

"We're going to block the deal, Mencken or not."

"You sure, Ken?"

"I'm sure." He breathed. "It's gonna be me."

"It's gonna be you?" Her limbs felt like they were on fire.

Kendall smashed his lips to hers, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Ah..." She moaned. "I hate you."

"No you don't." He mumbled, attaching his lips to her neck.

"I--" His hand flew under the waistband of her sweatpants and her breath hitched. "Fuck."

He was rough with his other hand, pulling at her shirt and reaching up to cup her boob. His fingers ran over her nipple as his other hand worked on her clit.

"So fucking wet." He mumbled into her neck.

He lifted her up, her exposed legs hitting the cold kitchen counter. His hands fiddled with her underwear, pulling it down off her legs. Stella groaned as his lips nipped at her thighs, tongue dancing across her flesh.

"Prettiest pussy..." He dove in, "in the city..."

His tongue lapped at her clit, his hands kneading her thighs roughly. They were both pissed at each other, but the love was too strong. No matter the circumstances, life apart was too painful. They were connected forever.

Stella hissed when his fingers entered her. "Fuck, Ken." He immediately curled them upwards, hitting a deep spot within her. Her legs kicked, trying to find purchase against his shoulders. The pleasure was so intense she couldn't stay sitting up, and her back arched against the tiny counter.

"Ahh, pretty girl." He hummed, the pace of his fingers not letting up. He sucked at her thighs, definitely leaving deep, purple marks.

"Oh God..." She gulped, legs already shaking. Her face reddened, the knot in her stomach embarrassingly tightened. The Election had him so busy lately, she was touch starved.

The events of the last few days rolled like a movie in her mind. Kendall was just trying to distract her from what had happened. Sure, he had saved Roman's ass that day at the funeral, but that wasn't enough to forget what he did on Election night.

"Ken." She wiggled.

"Mmm." He said, practically worshipping her core. His hands clamped down on her thighs.

"Ken. Seriously." Stella sat up, her hands pushing his shoulders away from her.

"What?" He looked genuinely sad to be away from her pussy.

"I'm not...I'm not doing this with you." She slid off the counter and grabbed her sweatpants from the floor.

"You can't just eat my pussy to make me forget."

"I can try?" He smiled sideways. Stella's eyes darted to his pants, where she could see how hard he was.

"We need to talk about what happened."

"They're gonna do recounts, it's not Mencken for sure--"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Kendall's face fell. Stella could practically hear him deflate. "Oh."

"I'm not mad, I just--"

He slid to the floor. She followed, afraid to touch him, but also still too upset to give him comfort.

They were silent for a little, Stella trying to find the right words. She didn't know really anyone who struggled with infertility.

"When did you find out?" She said.

"Uh." He scratched his face. "I was twenty-five."

Stella was shocked at how young he was. "Oh."

"I just...I'm gonna be honest I--" his voice cracked. She had only ever seen him like this right after Logan died. "I was a dumb kid...I never used condoms, but--but I always got lucky. Every time."

"But uh, when Rava and I got married I got tested, and uh, it wasn't good."

She was silent, still.

"He's uh, he's not mine. Iverson."

"You're still his Dad, Ken." Stella's heart broke at his admission.

"We tried everything. But uh," he cleared his throat and wiped his eyes. "Yeah. No fucking dice."

"I'm sorry." She yearned to touch him, but she couldn't.

"Me too. My Dad, he always held it over me."

"You didn't deserve that."

"Sometimes..." He started, "Sometimes I think I do deserve it."

#kendall roy #kendall roy x oc #kendall roy x reader #succession

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depravity-n-savagery · 1 year

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Hello, i hope you get well soon ❤️‍🩹

So can you maybe do an Mungrovex reader, where both comfort her. because her ex-bf cheat or something bad. He ignored her for months, just to talk/break up with her in public.

So she just walks into billy and eddie while she just crys and feeld bad?

Some angsty comforting?

Thank you ♡ I'm feeling better than I did a few days ago, so that's progress 😁✨️

All To Ourselves 🫂

♡ Pairing: Mungrove (Eddie & Billy) x (fem)Reader

♡ CW: Cursing, angst (with comfort), barely-veiled flirting, mentions of terrible sex with your bf, cheating, threats of violence, fluffy ending

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

♡ Word Count: 1.6k

♡ A/N: It was supposed to be a short blurb, but I ran with it 🤣💞 Loved this idea! And it took everything I had not to write a full-blown smut scene at the end lmao (but it gave me ideas 😏❤️‍🔥)

If you knew it was going to be like this, you would've stayed single just a bit longer. Kept your peace, and even enjoyed the solitude of being probably the only single friend in your group.

'Give someone a chance.' They said. 'One date wouldn't hurt.' They said. 'You deserve to be happy.' As if you weren't happy the way you were. As if simply spending time with your best friends wasn't all you needed to feel loved and socially satisfied. Especially spending time with your two best friends (and a very new couple) Billy and Eddie. Thankfully, the fact that they've recently become more than friends didn't change anything in your friendship dynamic. Although it did crush any silent hopes you had of dating either of them. Those hopes would still kick out a painful little whimper whenever the boys were being their usual affectionate selves.

Lovely friends or not, nobody likes feeling like a third wheel.

So you took their advice, and forced yourself to entertain the advances of one Richard (called 'Rich') Cummings. You couldn't even enjoy the snort that usually accompanied hearing his last name, because he made sure you never came. When things eventually became physical, he was a huge disappointment. Carelessly thrusting away until he selfishly reached his climax, then slipping away into the night. It'd be better if he slept with an inanimate object. Then no one's feelings would be getting hurt. Maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you're in now.

"C'mon Rich, pick up the phone..." You paced the length of your bedroom, twirling the telephone cord around your finger. Out of the three months you've been together with him, he's spent the last one being distant. More than usual.

"Yeah?" His voice picked up on the other end of the line, gruff and a little annoyed by the sound of it.

"Are we still going tonight? We usually leave around this time, and I'm ready to go, but you haven't said anything about it..." He grunted and groaned through your words, making you fade out into a whisper. "Did- Did you forget?" At first, he was the one who insisted on celebrating an anniversary every month on the 16th. Taking you to a movie and then the diner to share your favorite milkshake.

Shuffling in the background of his house caught your attention, but he silenced it with a harsh hush. "Wha? Nah, I didn't forget baby. We're gonna skip the movie tonight. Straight to the diner." The noise came again, and for a second it sounded like another voice. Something that made Rich chuckle before he continued. "Yeah, I'll meet you at the diner in thirty minutes. Later babe."

"Wait, how am I-" click. The line went dead, and you were left sighing with an extra stress added on to your night. How am I supposed to get there? He always picked you up.

Time and time again, your two besties came to your rescue.

"Fuck that guy." Billy grumbled, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. You reached forward, leaning over the column between the two front seats of his Camaro and squeezed his shoulder. Eddie, who was in the passenger seat, nodded in agreement.

"Honestly Sweetheart, when we said you should start dating, we didn't mean find the biggest asshole in town."

"Well I had to settle for second biggest asshole. You already took the first." Eddie doubled over with husky giggles at your remark. One hand raised off the steering wheel to flip you a ring-clad middle finger. "Sit on it, Y/n."

"I think Eddie's got that covered."

This got a gasp from Eddie, placing a hand on his chest. "When did I become the bottom??"

Ohhh?? The subject on who 'topped' or 'bottomed' in their relationship never really came up in conversation. The new nugget of information was dizzying to imagine. Mr.Rough-Em'-Up Billy Hargrove, panting and moaning on all fours. Oh yup, that would be a fun little session when you were back in your bed tonight.

"We're here." Billy pulled into the parking lot, looking away to hide his reddened cheeks. The diner was right ahead of you, and the large glass windows along the front allowed you to see who was inside. It was a slow night, which you loved. Felt more intimate. Then you scanned the area and realized... Rich wasn't there. You were already ten minutes late, he should've beaten you here.

Following your line of sight, the boys came to the same realization. "Do you want us to wait for you? In case you need a ride back?" You could tell Eddie was trying to keep a positive attitude, but his eyes gave him away. Glaring the entrance door as if he expected Rich to walk through it and spontaneously combust from the intensity of his stare.

"We'll be right here."

The usual waitress gave you a sympathetic smile as she placed the second milkshake in front of you, and collected the empty glass from the first. Thirty minutes late, and still no sign of Rich. You couldn't see them in the dark of the parked Camaro in the lot, but you could feel their eyes on you. Most likely fuming.

"Oh shit, you're still here." The voice, despite it being one you've apparently waited so long to hear, didn't bring you any sense of comfort. Not with the crass way his words came out. "I thought you would've taken the hint and left."

Richard 'Town's Biggest Asshole' Cummings, has officially beaten Billy for top spot.

The girl on his arm only added to the stinging humiliation that bubbled behind your eyelids. It collected in the corners of your eyes, and you fought with everything you had not to let it escape. It's bad enough if Rich saw you cry, but this chick seeing it felt like such an intrusion. Who was he to expose your raw nerves like this?

"Fuck you, Richard." Was all you could manage, standing up from your seat and rummaging around in your purse for the wallet you were almost sure you put in there. Or maybe you didn't. Richard usually made a big deal about paying for your dates. Fuck.

He scoffed, pulling a roll of bills from the back pocket of his jeans. "Here. Take it as an apology."

"She won't need it."

Richard stumbled forward as someone pushed by him, purposely moving him aside with their broad and confident posture. Billy placed money down on the table and took your hand. His grip was soft and careful, in contrast to his aggressive stance. The free hand by his side was clenched into a fist. "Let's go, babydoll." He looked over his shoulder at the two of them, recognizing the girl from one of his past hookups. "Hope you know, she's all teeth, Rich. It's like stickin' your dick in a cheese grater. Have fun!"

Without hesitation, he shrugged his demin jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. A blanket of needed comfort. Like the arm he slung over your shoulder, guiding you out into the chilly night air.

"Son of a bitch!" As expected, Billy's composure didn't hold up by the time you all made it back to your house. "I'll wring his neck for this." Out of respect for your things, he didn't punch the walls like he would've done at home. Instead he dug his nails into his palms. "I know where his house is. Let's pay him a visit."

"Boys..." You whined, curled into yourself on the couch.

Eddie was on board, already patting his pockets for keys. "We should take my van, though. People can spot your Camaro from a mile away."

"BOYS!!" They both turned to you, freezing in place. You didn't raise your voice often. "I- ...As much as I love the thought of Rich getting his ass kicked, I just- I really need you two right now..." There was no more fight left in you, and the tears refused to be held back any longer. They made themselves known with the heavy sob that passed your trembling lips. Taking you apart piece by piece.

All plans for rearranging Richard's face were forgotten in the wake of your meltdown. The two of them rushed to your side, sitting on either side of you and squishing you between them in a tight hold. If you weren't so distraught, you would've appreciated the warmth of two toned chests and arms caging you in. It's like they tried to overpower the tears with an abundance of cheek kisses. Fingers running through your hair, and large palms rubbing your back and shoulders. You couldn't tell who was doing what. You just let yourself sink into it. Closing your eyes as they whispered sweet nothings into your ears.

"You're too good for him, sweetheart."

"He didn't know what to do with a girl like you, anyway."

"You'll always have us. You know that, right?"

"Heh, I dunno if we should let you date again. Can't really trust your choices." Billy said, slightly muffled by the position of his face in the crook of your neck. "Maybe we should just keep you for ourselves. What do you think, Ed?"

Eddie peeked up from nuzzling at your collarbone. "I think you're right. 'Least she knows we'll treat her right. Don't you, princess?"

Truly, your mind was mush in their grasp. Your heart, well, they've been holding onto that for a long time. "I love you." Coming from a dreamy haze, you made sure to lock eyes with both of them. "You mean so much to me."

"We love you too, babydoll."

For once, after hearing those words from them, you felt at ease. Replacing the pressure of finding a date, with the satisfaction of having your two favorite boys wrapped around your finger. ♡

♡ A/N: Love the requests!! Keep em comin' ✨️ Mostly for blurbs and headcanons, since I'm already working on multiple full-length fics right now. ♡

Masterlist , Ao3 ☆

#stranger things #mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson x reader

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nacaharachuya · 1 year

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Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA

#asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #dazai #chuuya #silver soul #my writing #boycaca #boy caca art is so juicy AGAIN

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n7punk · 2 years

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It’s kind of a shame that your most popular fics are the more expkicit ones. I mean, I get it, but still! All your fics are great, you can just really see where ppls priorities are in the hit counts lol

this is super long sorry i had Many Thots.

honestly that could be a false correlation. at the top of my views are my long form AUs, and a lot of those are explicit (the non-explicit ones being ditm, the greys, 3m2, lotd, wdtfd, mnohl, tdhfy, & reflection - and only 3 of those are T, with the rest being M). long form fics get recommended more and they naturally have a higher view count because for one person to read to the end of one with 10 chapters, they have to view it 10 times. a lot of my T-M AUs are shorter (longest being 7 chapters) than my E AUs (the longest being 23 chapters....) so they get less views.

additionally, i think all of those T/M AUs except ditm, the greys, & maybe 3m2 were posted after ao3 changed how it counts views (only counting them from logged in users, not guests), so all fics posted after that date have a lower view count because a lot fewer are registering. i dont remember exactly when this happened, but thats a factor. a lot of the lower rated stuff is newer, so it has had less time to rack up views (not to mention the number of engaged fans in the catradora fandom naturally shrinking some as time passes from the end of the show).

for all these reasons, i would mostly look for correlation when it comes to one shots. There, you do see a lot of the explicit fics near the top, but i think you see something interesting if you sort by kudos instead. one shots are put on more even footing with long fics and you get an idea of how many individual people liked a story (now, you no longer get an idea of how many times they went back to reread it, which is a factor in enjoyment, and there's still the "sharing" bias for long fics, but i digress).

if you sort by kudos, you suddenly see a lot less bias for explicit ones (in fact, i would say its gone, given like a third of my fics are explicit). for instance, 3m2 becomes my 5th most popular fic.

this kind of leads to my final theory, which is that people are more likely to "reread" an explicit fic. because, well, they already know the plot, so they are less likely to randomly decide to reread that, but they are drawn back to the smut when they want to... be horny. anyway, ive suspected this is a phenomenon for a long time and looking at the view counts now, i definitely feel it has weight.

this makes the explicit fics seem more popular, and i guess you could argue they are, but if somebody is coming back just to read the smut, i dont know that really counts as them "rereading". its possible they'll then be like "oh yeah, i like this" and reread the whole thing, but it all depends what you put weight in personally.

so yeah. fic popularity is hard to rate. i kinda went off there but tldr, i don't think it's so much a correlation in popularity as it is in hit count.

now (i know, more after the tldr, i have a lot of Thots), i will say i think there is a bias in writers (me, at least) to make long form things explicit. i know for a fact there are people who look at an 80k fic that's rated T and go "why am i gonna get that invested and they dont even fuck at the end", so they skip that fic. this can be solved by including just one smut scene and not a bunch of them, but i also know for me personally, i would rather have multiple or none, because it feels like a waste to rate it E for one scene knowing that's also boxing out the people who dont like to read smut.

I'm also not so interested in writing "smut for smut's sake" so i usually only include it as part of a larger narrative where the plot just happens to include fucking (or it allows me to explore the characters in a new way). In general, i've really been feeling M fics lately because I feel like I can write whatever I want and still get most of the plot impact of smut, but I don't "have to" actually write it, which I just haven't been interested in.

I dont know if people who dont want smut also filter out M fics (i know before i started posting myself i didnt know the difference between M and E), but as i've said many times, i'm writing for myself, so how much i care runs out there if they do lmao. the fic that's upcoming is T, to be clear, this is just where i am generally.

#ask #anon #also im mostly making asks not rebloggable #because people would always reblog the weirdest random asks and it just made me go ??#asks are usually a lot more of me just talking and not usually intended to be shared outside of my audience/readers #so that was always kind of weird to me because i was like who cares about this except the people who follow me?#ficmeta #fic rambling #all fics

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sflow-er · 2 years

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Hi Sflow! Hope your having a good writing day :)

May I ask you 14, 30 and 39? (If you don't like or don't feel comfortable with any of these feel free to skip/ignore them).

Thank you!

Hi!! <3 I am, thank you. Lost a bit of time on a couple of unexpected things but most of it has been productive. And these are really interesting questions, thank you so much for the ask! :)

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

Honestly? Anything too dark (e.g. abusive relationships), or even just super explicit smut. I generally steer clear of such content, but I might make an exception for a writer who I know is really excellent and/or a close friend. There's also other stuff I don't particularly enjoy, such as love triangles and cheating, so those can sometimes fall into this category too.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

God yeah. I think everyone who's read 'Other people's secrets' or seen me rambling about it here knows all the stuff about asexuality was extremely personal to me and putting it out there was therefore well out of my comfort zone. It profoundly changed my writing, as I'm no longer afraid of writing about it (or other personal stuff), and I will probably keep doing that in some form.

But I'm sure you'd like to learn something new that was out of my comfort zone to even write, so... I can also reveal that I once wrote kind of graphic smut. I was 18/19 and it felt like the story I was writing needed it and the readers probably expected it - so I went ahead and wrote some, basically just emulating stories I'd seen and read. At the time, I still thought the parts I felt disconnected from would make sense to me one day, and in a way, writing it was fine. It really did fit the story, and the feedback was extremely positive. But I also knew I never wanted to do it again, so all my stories since then have either faded to black or just not included sex at all.

Right now, I'm at a place where I'm open to including sex in some form if the story demands it, but I don't think I'll ever write anything even remotely explicit again.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

Wow, what an interesting question! Maybe my compulsive planning, research and obsession with detail. It's partly inspired by my work as a translator, but I'd say part of it has definitely been affected by authors I've read. I'm sure there are many, but only two come to mind right now.

One of them was an author I don't want to name because she's an awful, toxic, dangerous person. She doesn't deserve the credit, but her ability to hide hints about future events in the series in the early books really impressed me when I was young (it seemed to demonstrate some serious planning). I must stress that I had no idea what she was like, and I was completely blind to all the problematic aspects of the books at the time. I'm sorry to even allude to her now.

On a more positive note, I'd say Don Rosa has also been a pretty big influence! Not sure if you know him, but he's a now-retired comic book artist whose history/adventure stories are some of the most meticulously researched and detailed I've ever enjoyed in any medium. Through that realism, he manages to create levels of suspense, drama, and sometimes even emotional tension that are simply incredible (for example, I get goosebumps just thinking about this one scene set in a burning saloon). This is all particularly impressive because Rosa's protagonist is none other than (a young version of) Disney's Scrooge McDuck! So in a way he's actually a pretty good idol for fanfic writers, haha.

Thank you so, so much for the ask! I hope you're having a lovely night. <3

Ask list for reference.

#ask #scatteredpiecesofme #ask game #fic writing

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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tips on writing ffs?

my dear lovely anon you're asking someone who comes here to shitpost the garbage smut/fluff they're currently spiraling about and leave. that being said, i'll do my best to wring the most tips i can from my last operating braincell. i'll leave it under the cut to not hog the dash x

i would say the most important thing for me is to basically word vomit everything in my head first. doesn't matter if it sucks ass or doesn't make sense *whispers* nobody's gonna know it's between you and whatever writing app you use.

it's just to get a general idea of the storyline, the main scenes and their order (or actions within one scene if it's a short thing) and dialogue

most of the time my drafts just look like a bunch of dialogue and actions done by the characters summed up in short sentences, kinda like a movie script lol

i always say this but my biggest struggle is describing the subtle gestures/sounds that are so simple and spontaneous irl but really hard to put into words and not make it sound too weird or too literal etc (.mp4 to .docx)

i usually just zone out to picture the scene (mostly dialogue, for it to sound more realistic than robotic?) and as words start flooding my brain and i furiously type them down before they fly away (spoiler: a lot of the time they do. it's okay. don't flip the table)

speaking of words, if you're multilingual like me (as in English isn't your first language) you'll be paying a lot of visits to dictionaries and translation websites lmao, not to mention googling "___ synonym (to avoid repetition)" or "word for *insert weirdly specific description" or "___ meaning (for words you could swear you know what they mean but need to make sure they work in this context to not sound stupid)" the struggle™ is real i tell you.

ANYWAY. once you've got the pattern laid out you're gonna go back and little by little edit every paragraph to start making sense, fill up between the dialogue where necessary, especially if actions are done simultaneously with talking. to avoid words that are inevitable like "___ said" try to keep in mind the character's tone and volume of their voice. it could be replaced by muttered/whispered/yelled/etc, or skip that all together for the the action that comes with it, i.e scoffed/spit/sighed/etc

if it's just a quick blurb i honestly don't think of it much more than this and just read it from start to finish one last time to make sure it flows smoothly and makes sense. if it's something longer i do take the time to proofread multiple times and even come back to it several hours later when i'm in a different state of mind. it helps me notice things i didn't the first time. either passages i hated it how i wrote and now they sound alright, or the opposite, something sounds too corny after i thought it was not bad. so i try to fix that.

as for ideas/prompts and how i get them in the first place, i am one incredibly delusional self indulgent fucker so they just flow <3

i hope you find this helpful in anyway! i suck at explaining but i did my best :)

however i do want to point out that if it's something you're not familiar with, it's very advisable to do a fair amount of research on it! specific vocabulary, process of an activity, visual description of a specific place and all that jazz

lat thing i'd say is try making the characters as accurate as they can get to the idol you're writing about? this has a lot of gray area since 1. we obviously don't know them on a personal level so take the word "accurate" with a big pinch of salt. and 2. it's fanfiction at the end of the day so -especially with smut- a lot of writers allow themselves a margin of liberty. but yeah i think that does make a whole lot of difference especially if you write for multiple members.

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appatary8523 · 2 months

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As some of you already know, im writing a fanfic. I didn't planed it at first, it was just a small snippet, just an excuse to make some of my favorite characters kiss each other because nobody writes about it (?). It was some silly silly stuff, but it got out of my hands when I started going back, wondering why X character would do that and adding a bit more here and there. I hadn't realized when how much long it was until I planned on posting it on Ao3. After pasting it on Word I noticed first part I wrote was almost 30 pages long? I've never written anything longer than few pages, so, dealing with this long story is astounding for me.

Of course, I outlined the whole thing because I was scared of going forward with no direction, but the farther I get the more complicated everything gets. I start writing something, I have no idea what to do so I skip to another part, and then another and now I'm left with 4 parts loosely conected (?. The source material drops bits of information now and then and don't want to ignore it but I know my story will divert sooner or later. And there are things that have no explanation and I have to come up with answers, but I have no imagination to give a good answer.

The source material is not the only changing thing, it also happens with the story I "planned". It has changed so much already (because of course it was just a silly small text and now it isn't), but I think it's for better but still, changing one thing involves changing a lot, and I don't like the idea of not being able to change the past at certain pont (?).

Plus, the translation. Oh my God. When I'm translating I overthink everything. You know I'm not an English native speaker and my knowledge is quite limited, so, of course, I have to stop and double check every phrase or if there's an idiom for what I wrote. I also change a lot of things because I'm analizing the story a bit more and I notice flaws I didn't paid attention to when writing the Spanish version. And, OF COURSE I wanted a smut scene and that makes it way worse because I don't know how to write half of the things happening, good thing is already translated what one and I think it didn't turned out as bad as I thought? Idk. It's so time consuming but it has helped me to stay busy, also to practice, since I haven't been practicing my English (?). I just wish I had this dedication to work on my tituation project, but I guess that'll never happen lol.

I used to respect writers, and know I respect them even more. I don't know how they deal with words. Mad respect for real

#Text post #Mental diarrhea #Also thanks to the two or three people who read it. You guys are the real mvps

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v-hope · 2 years

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Breathe

Pairings: Artist!Kim Taehyung x Heiress!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, slight angst, arranged marriage AU, runaway bride AU, make up, established relationship

Word Count: 10.7k

Summary: Running away from your arranged wedding and into the arms of the man you loved seemed like nothing but a beautiful dream. Until you did it.

Warnings: Marking, slight fingering, slight handjob, Taehyung turns out to be really into white stockings, teasing, bickering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe you guys!), creampie, lotssss and lots of kissing

A/N: She’s here! This is part 47 of my Belong Social Media AU, but it can be read as a stand alone one shot. It took me so long to write and then it just kept longer and longer, to the point i tried my best to edit it but if you find a typo or something no you did not<3. Anyway, this is the last written part for the series, so I hope you guys enjoy!

I’m bolding the first and last sentence of the smut scene so you guys can skip it if you don’t want to read it.

“We’re here” Jimin said softly, looking at you through his car’s mirror after realising you did not seem to be running towards Taehyung’s doorstep.

You nervously fidgeted with the white fabric of your dress. “I know…”

“So…” he turned around to look at your anxious figure on the backseat. “Why aren’t you moving?”

“I just… am nervous, I guess”.

Taking a deep, shaky breath in, you focused once more in the house on the countryside you had only visited once before, when everything was perfect between you and Taehyung. Back then, you didn’t think you would find yourself being in this situation — coming back to him, after having escaped your parents’ mansion before your arranged wedding with Sungjin could take place.

Oddly enough, physically getting out of there had been easier than the whole odyssey your mind had been through just so you could make that decision.

With your parents conveniently being at the venue where the wedding would take place, Jimin and Jin had escorted you to the garage, where your friend’s Ferrari was parked. Although you had ran into one of your parents’ assistants in the hallway, you had managed to convince them that you were just in desperate need of getting some air.

And then, once on the backseat of Jimin’s car, waiting for your brother to get in the passenger seat, the three of you were caught off guard by his phone ringing — your parents letting him know they were on their way back to the mansion, to make sure everything was ready before you headed out to the venue and went through with the marriage they were forcing you into.

That’s why Seokjin decided to stay behind and face them with Miyoung and Sungjin, keeping your phone with him just in case your parents tried to track it down once they found out you were gone, and giving you a tight hug before you lied down on the backseat —not to be seen by the paps waiting outside the mansion— and Jimin drove off, taking you to the address he had managed to get from Taehyung before he left that morning.

So, here you were now, nearly an hour later — praying that your brother, sister in law and ex fiancé were not getting murdered by your parents as they gave them the news, and a hundred scenarios running through your mind over what Taehyung’s reaction would possibly be the moment he saw you.

Eyes softening at the sight of you and how small you looked right then, Jimin caught your attention by getting out of his car, going around it and opening the door for you. Without another word and giving you a reassuring smile, he held your trembling hands in his and helped you out of it as well — making sure you wouldn’t step on the dress that made you feel like the princess you never wanted to be, and then not letting go of your hand as he walked you over to the front door.

Once in front of it, your hold on his hand tightened, letting him know just how nervous you truly were.

“Do you think he’ll be happy to see me?” you whispered, unconsciously taking a step back — not really second guessing your actions, but being too anxious over his possible reaction.

Catching up on that, Jimin pulled you back towards him, now placing a comforting hand on your upper arm to both keep you in place and help you feel at ease.

“He literally called you last night asking you not to go through with the wedding,” he amusedly pointed out. “Trust me, he’ll be the happiest”.

You nodded your head, once more taking a deep breath as you tried to compose yourself.

And then, after Jimin knocked on the door, it was only a matter of waiting.

Only that said waiting took way longer than you had expected, and with that your anxiety could only grow stronger.

Letting out a sigh, Jimin knocked a few times more, harder, so that there was no way Taehyung would not hear.

“Yah, Kim Taehyung!” he called out. “I know you’re in there”.

“Don’t feel like getting up” your ex boyfriend’s voice was heard from afar.

It sounded deeper than usual, hoarse, and you couldn’t tell if it was because he had been sleeping or crying. You truly hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Jimin let out a tired sigh. He really had to go and befriend the two most dramatic people on Earth, and, on top of that, conveniently get them to date each other.

“I brought you something” he tried to persuade him, receiving an offended nudge from you over being called ‘something’ instead of ‘someone’. But hey, it was supposed to be a surprise after all — at least so he had decided.

“If you didn’t bring Y/N with you, then I truly could not care less”.

Jimin smiled, eyes excitedly going to your face — bliss written all over it, as you had just confirmed that Taehyung did indeed want you there. Unbelievable that you even doubted it.

That was all you needed to earn up enough confidence to finally speak up.

“What are you waiting for to open the door then?”

Jimin was the one to nudge you this time, for you had just ruined the surprise. But you couldn’t care any less — not when the whole place went silent for two or three seconds before a loud thump was heard, being followed by heavy, quick steps coming towards the door.

And then, after over a month, the two of you were face to face.

He looked the same, yet not quite. His hair was longer, and its messiness matched his slightly wrinkled grey t-shirt and black sweatpants, after having been lying down on the couch for so long. His nose was slightly red, matching his puffy eyes, yet they still somehow held that same warmth in them that you loved so much. And his lips… his plump, pink lips, were trembling, letting you know the mess that was going inside his head right then.

“You…” he let out a shaky breath. “You’re really here?”

“Why don’t you give her a hug so you can confirm whether I brought you a hologram or not?”

Jimin’s words earned a breathy laugh from both of you, yet they were the little push Taehyung needed to pull you into his embrace — arms gently going around your body, tightening around you when he felt your arms on his back as well, and hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you did the same on his.

“You’re here…” his voice broke.

You sniffled, voice hardly coming out in a whisper. “I’m here…”

Nothing else needed to be said. You were there. With him.

So, staying there in each other’s arms, the two of you said nothing, and allowed yourselves to finally break down instead.

“Yah, princess,” he sniffled, pulling away and cupping your face in his warm hands so he could wipe the tears that kept rolling down your cheeks. “Don’t cry”.

“You’re crying, too” you laughed lightly, gently wiping his tears as well.

“I know, I just, I can’t believe you’re—fuck, I love you” he breathed out, pulling you into his arms again. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”.

“I love you, too” you managed to choke out as he kept on whispering those three words over and over. “And I missed you so much”.

A blissful laugh escaped his mouth. “I missed you more”.

On the other side, Jimin cleared his throat, in a poor attempt of catching your attention. “Well, my job here is done and you guys clearly have a lot to catch up on, so I’m leaving now”.

Still not letting go of Taehyung, you looked at Jimin, smiling thankfully at him before you held your arm out to him — with that single act of yours, letting him know you wanted him to join the hug.

He didn’t even give it a second thought, joining the both of you and letting you wrap your arm around him. Taehyung chuckled once he realised what was going on, letting go of you with the arm that had ended up stuck between your body and Jimin’s, and using it to fully include your mutual best friend in the hug.

“Thank you” you mumbled.

“Yah, don’t make me cry now” Jimin recriminated, pulling away from the two of you. “Just make me the best man at your wedding and I’m alright”.

“What about Jin-ie?” you teased him, earning a quiet laugh from Taehyung.

“I drove you all the way here” he fought back.

“But he helped me get out of there, too”.

“In that case Sungjin would have to be included, too”.

“Sungjin?” Taehyung asked with furrowed eyebrows.

You nodded. “He helped as well, I’ll explain everything later”.

“Anyway,” Jimin caught your attention. “Jin hyung will probably be the one to walk you down the aisle, don’t make me fight you”.

“You’ll be the best man, don’t worry” Taehyung reassured him, mindlessly tightening his hold on you and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I knew I could count on you” your friend pretended to wipe a fake tear, causing you to roll your eyes. “I can leave now”.

Taehyung nodded, somehow managing to pull you closer to him. At that, you could only hold him tighter, burying your face in his chest, as you did not seem to get enough of that scent of his you had missed so much.

“I am clearly third wheeling here”.

“You signed up for it the moment you drove me over here” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, yeah” he lamented, turning around so he could make his way back to Seoul for once and for all. “I’ll let you know how things go with your parents”.

“Don’t forget that I don’t have my phone with me” you reminded him as he started to make his way back to his car.

“I’m texting Taehyung!” he let you know from afar.

“Don’t expect an instant reply!” Taehyung amusedly warned him, receiving a thumbs up from Jimin as he finally reached his car and got inside.

Watching your friend drive away giving you a last wave of hands, Tae pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, securely holding you in his arms for another minute before he could find enough will to pull slightly away from you.

“Shall we go inside?”

You quietly nodded, accepting the hand he was offering you before the two of you could make your way inside.

Everything looked the same as it did when you had first and last visited — the only difference being the messiness. The bag lying on the hallway let you know he had not made it to his room yet, and the ramyeon packs next to an unattended pot filled with cold water made a good point at showing how he had given up on making lunch for himself hours ago.

Then, your eyes focused on the broken lamp lying on the floor next to the sofa.

Taehyung cleared his throat, knowing all too well what you would say next. “I heard your voice and I just ran, can’t blame me”.

So that was what the loud thump had been.

“Excited much?” you teased him.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, taking a dangerous step towards you and pulling you closer by your waist. “I thought you were getting married to someone else, you have no idea how fucking ecstatic and stunned altogether I was when I heard your voice” a light laugh abandoned his lips. “This is gonna sound so cheesy, but I thought I was dreaming”.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you made sure to look into his eyes as you spoke. “I told you I didn’t want to go through with it when you called me last night”.

“Doesn’t mean you weren’t still considering it. You are wearing a wedding dress after all” he shook his head, hurt being clear in his voice.

You nervously bit your bottom lip. “I didn’t know how to get out of there…”

“I can imagine,” he understood. “What was that about Sungjin helping, by the way?”

“Oh, yes” you remembered. “He was okay with me leaving, said that he only wanted to marry me because we were supposedly in the same situation, you know, with no one else in our lives back then… but now that I have you, everything changed”.

“So he even helped you get out of there?”

You nodded. “Well, to be fair, Jimin and Jin-ie helped me get out of there. Sungjin and Miyoung-ie helped me by staying there and giving my parents the news. They must be experiencing their rage by now”.

Taehyung nodded, and you couldn’t tell whether he was okay with what you had just told him or not. “I guess I’ll have to thank him, then?”

“If you want to” you chuckled, burying your face in his chest. “Although I’m not sure if we’ll ever see him again, now that I’m no longer a part of the elite”.

That had seemed to snap something inside him. It was only now that he realised the cost you were paying for being there with him right then.

Yes, he knew that you would be disowned if you decided to stay with him, you had told him a long time ago. Nevertheless, having you actually there with him, knowing what would happen next… he didn’t know if he should be happy, or concerned for you.

Regardless of everything your parents had put you through and how much they hurt you, you loved them — that, and the fact that you were scared of them, had been what kept you from cutting ties with them before. Up until then, you had tried your best to please everyone, so you wouldn’t have to completely lose them and never hear from them again.

Seemed like you had given up on that for once and for all. For him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, tenderly cupping your face.

“Mhm…” you nodded with a small smile. “I am”.

“If you want to talk about it or…”

“It’s okay, really” you reassured. “It might hit me hard at night or something, and even then, I don’t regret my decision. I’m happy to be here with you”.

He let out a relieved sigh, pressing his lips to your forehead in a loving kiss. “I’m here to hold you if you want to cry at some point” his words comforted you. “I’m just happy that you are here with me now”.

“Even if I’m in a wedding dress?” you teased.

“Even then” he nodded, resting his forehead on yours. “Can we take it off, though?”

Tilting your head back in surprise, you raised an eyebrow at his bold words.

“No ulterior motives intended, I promise” he was quick to clarify. “You look beautiful as hell, but I don’t want to be reminded of the fact that you were marrying another guy”.

That sounded fair enough.

“I didn’t bring any clothes with me, though” you only then seemed to notice. “I didn’t think this through”.

Taehyung chuckled, giving your hips a little pinch. “Don’t act like you’ve never stolen my clothes before”.

“Borrowed them” you corrected.

He rolled his eyes, not being able to hold back a boxy smile as he grabbed your hand and guided you over to his room. Fuck, did he miss your constant bickering.

Sitting on the edge of his bed once inside his bedroom, you stayed still as he gently wiped the make up from off your face — later watching him throw the used wipes in the small bin by the entrance, before he rummaged through the few clothes he kept on the wardrobe.

You didn’t know if you were amused or sad when, placing a grey t-shirt and black shorts of his on the bed for you to change into, he hesitated. Up until a month ago, he would’ve not missed a second to get rid of the clothes on your body and change you into new ones. However, things had changed now, for you could not overlook the fact that you had broken up for a while.

You were together again, no words were needed for the two of you to know that — you running away from your wedding and going back to him said it all. But were you taking things off where you left them? Were you starting all over again?

Did you have to go slow? Or could you just act like nothing happened and be as comfortable around each other as you used to be?

“You can just… go outside if you want” you let him know, and although almost invisible, you caught on the way his shoulders had seemed to sink down. “Or you can help me change”.

That second proposition of yours, had managed to cheer him up all over again. It was reassuring, how things did not really need to change from the way they were before.

“I can?” he tried to confirm with a smile.

You nodded, and he laughed under his breath. Turning around, you let him comb your hair and place it over your chest, giving him the perfect view of the back of your long dress and the zip he would have to pull down on to take it off — goosebumps showing on your skin when a soft, lingering kiss was placed to the back of your shoulder, right before he started to unzip the white piece of clothing.

Letting it fall down to the floor, you found yourself having to actually take a step out and away from it, kicking off your high heels along the way and finding support in the hand Taehyung was offering you.

“Hopefully, the next time I do that will be at our wedding night”.

Your eyes went up to meet his, both of you laughing blissfully as your foreheads rested together. Feeling him so close to you, hot air hitting your face with every breath he took, you felt safe. You were home. And you wished you could stay like this forever.

Eyelids closing and smile still curved up the corners of your lips, you felt his nose gently bump yours, contentedly taking in his familiar scent before his cloudlike lips were pressing on yours.

It didn’t last long, roughly three seconds — just a taste of your lips being all it took for his mouth to resemble the smile that was plastered on yours.

Placing his hands on your naked waist, he pressed another kiss to your lips. “I love you”.

You let out a shaky breath, being now you the one to plant a small peck to his mouth. “I love you, too”.

Chuckling, feeling like everything in his life made sense again, he kissed you again. And again. Longing lips peppering delicate kisses all the way down to the crook of your neck.

You tilted your head to the side, breathing turning heavier at the way his lips on your skin made you feel. Before you could get too caught up, though, his mouth was back on yours — long fingers entangling in the hair at the back of your head, keeping you steady as he intensified the way his lips danced with yours and his tongue massaged your receptive one.

“I missed you so much” your voice sounded like sweet honey to him.

Pulling away just enough, lips still faintly brushing yours, he lovingly bumped your noses together. “I missed you, too. So, so much”.

The wholehearted giggle that had just abandoned your mouth, had him locking his starving lips with yours once more. When that didn’t seem like enough, he moved his mouth down to your bare shoulder. Although his intention had been to pull the strap of your bra down as his kisses trailed back to your neck, he ended up stopping right after pulling the white strap down your shoulder.

Eyes no longer closed, but staring down at what you had been wearing under your dress all along. That being a white set made out of lace, with a pair of matching stockings that covered all the way from your feet to your thighs.

Even though a lustful smile had curved up his lips at the sight of you, it was soon erased at the realisation of the circumstances you had been wearing those specific clothes under. You were wearing that under a wedding dress — for a wedding that was taking place with a man that wasn’t him.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered at the clear change in his mood.

Taehyung bit his tongue for a moment, considering whether he should ask you what he was dying to or not.

“Can I ask you something?” his voice came out uncertain.

“What is it?” you tilted your head.

“And please don’t be mad,” his request had you cocking an eyebrow. “It’s just… I know it probably doesn’t matter, but it’s been killing me ever since you left and—”

“Taehyung…”

He took a deep breath. “Did you… and Sungjin… you know…”

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Did we… what?”

“Don’t make me say it…” he pleaded.

“I need to know what you mean, though”.

He sighed, running a hand down his face as he tried to compose himself. “Did you and him… sleep together? Like, have sex?”

“No” you shook your head immediately.

As soon as you had answered, he seemed to be able to breathe, mindlessly fidgeting with the strap he had pulled down your shoulder a minute ago.

“Did you kiss him?” his voice was almost inaudible, not being sure he even wanted to know the answer to that.

You bit your bottom lip, and that was all he needed to know you had done one of the things he feared the most.

He most definitely did not want to know the answer to that.

“How many times?”

But he needed to know.

“Two…” you quietly gave him the answer he was seeking.

His head was lowered, not being able to hide the sharp pain he was feeling in his chest. “When?”

“Taehyung…”

“I’m not mad… I know we were not together anymore” he bitterly pointed out.

“It’s clearly hurting you, though…” you reached for his hand, softly rubbing your thumb on it.

“Please, I just,” he sighed. “I need to know”.

You nodded, taking a shaky breath before you went on. “The first time was on the day I saw you in my parents’ office. It was nothing special, we had a photoshoot for the wedding and the photographer told us to kiss”.

He nodded, bracing himself for what was to come. “And the second one?”

You hesitated, lowering your head after he nodded for you to tell him. “Yesterday”.

That hurt. It hurt a lot.

Still, he couldn’t find it in him to stop asking questions.

“When he posted that picture of you straddling his lap in bed?”

You were not able to meet his eyes. The way he had described that picture… It let you know how it had been burned in the back of his head. You had hoped he hadn’t seen it.

Nevertheless, you nodded. “It meant nothing, I promise, and it was obviously before you called me” your words managed to give him some peace of mind. “As far as I knew, we were never getting back together and I was marrying him today, so…” you shrugged. “I needed to get used to it. You know, to move on”.

Moving on. He had heard you say that more than once now, especially last night when he had called you, in hopes of stopping you from getting married to Sungjin.

He knew you would have to move on eventually if things didn’t work out between the two of you. Regardless, he hated it. Call him selfish, but he could not imagine you with anyone who wasn’t him — just like he could not imagine himself with anyone who wasn’t you.

He was thankful you had not actually moved past what the two of you had.

He was thankful you were there with him instead.

“No need to move on,” he smiled, pulling you towards him by your waist.

With your chest colliding with his, he leaned in enough for your lips to brush together, allowing you to feel his hot breath becoming heavier by the tension.

“You’re mine,” he groaned, trapping your bottom lip in his mouth and pulling at it with a seductive bite. “So you better have worn this for me today”.

You smiled, pulling slightly away from the hungry kiss he had just started. “I put it on thinking of you”.

“He could’ve seen it” Taehyung pointed out, not pleased at all.

“But he didn’t,” you argued back, closing the space between your mouths in a lingering kiss. “I came back to you, and you’re the one who got to see it”.

That got a smirk from him, not wasting another second before his lips were back on yours, hungrily savoring every bit of your mouth.

Goosebumps showed up on your skin as his fingers traced their way down on your naked back, teasingly stopping at the top of your panties, before his hands were firmly placed on your ass, feeling you gasp against his lips when he lifted you up — just enough for you to straddle his lap when he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I thought I heard you say you had no ulterior motives?” you teased him.

“There is no way I see you in lace and stockings and not fuck you like I used to”.

His words had you squeezing your inner thighs. “How did you use to fuck me?” you purred on his lips.

“Do I have to remind you, princess?” he stole another kiss from you. “How loud and needy you used to be for my cock?” his lips grazed their way down to your neck, where they placed a wet kiss as his hands pulled your hips down against his already hardening member. “How you would moan my name over and over when I took you on every corner of our place?”

“Yes…” you managed to breathe out, tilting your body faintly back as his mouth reached the valley of your breasts.

“Yes, what?” he teased, pulling the right cup of your lace bra down, and smirking at the sound of the moan that abandoned your mouth when his own wrapped around your perked up nipple.

“Taehyung…” you pleaded.

“I’m waiting, baby”.

“I want you to remind me,” you begged, breathing hitching when his left hand pulled the remaining cup of your bra down as well and pinched your until then unattended bud. “Please, I want you to fuck me”.

“Is that so?” he smirked, going back up to your mouth.

You nodded, breathlessly reaching down to his sweatpants — internally thanking the fact that you did not have to deal with a zipper right then, as your shaky, desperate hand pulled his hardened member out of them.

“Fuck,” Taehyung breathed out, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder at the familiar feel of your hand tightly wrapped around his cock. “So no love making today?” he chuckled breathily.

You chuckled as well, feeling the heat reach your face when you shook your head no.

You needed him. And you needed him now.

You would have a lifetime together to have slow, loving sex. But, right then, you needed to feel him inside you. Rough, loud, messy, like he would fuck you whenever your bickering went too far and the tension between the two of you was unbearable — feeling every single inch of him inside you, managing to touch and reach all the right places he already knew like the back of his hand.

“I need you,” you confessed the obvious.

Taehyung smiled, panting as he tried to divert his attention from the way your hand moved up and down on his cock. “You have no idea how fucking much I need you”.

A gasp escaped your lips when he palmed your core over your wet panties, having to bite down on your bottom lip to hold back a moan the moment he made them to the side, so he could run a finger through your dripping folds and then push it into your warm walls.

“Don’t,” he warned you, freeing your lip from your teeth with his free hand. “I want to hear your pretty moans. Been deprived of them long enough”.

You shyly looked down, only to have the same hand that had just kept you from biting your lip, now going to your nape and pulling you into an intoxicating kiss. Heavy breathings mixing together and muffled moans filling the room, as two of his fingers were now curling inside your walls, and your hand moving up and down his cock made him as hard as you needed him to.

Tightly wrapping your arms around his neck when his fingers pulled out of you and your hand on his member was replaced with his, you let him align it with your entrance, gripping onto your hip as he looked into your eyes for you to go down whenever you wanted.

Resting your forehead on his, you sunk down on his cock — moans coming out of your mouths as you took him all in. He had always let you take him at your own pace given his size, and you would usually take a good couple of seconds. That was not the case today.

Bottoming out, finding the sudden stretch to feel so damn delicious, you didn’t even need time to adjust before you rolled your hips, stealing a loud moan from him, now both his hands roughly grabbing on your hips.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he pulled them towards him.

Taehyung smiled. Fuck, he loved it when you cursed. And he loved even more that he was the only one who got to hear it, for the only times you did it were the ones like this, when it was only the two of you and he was making you feel this good.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he whined, swollen lips sucking on your neck as he kept guiding the pace on your hips — just like you had wanted, roughly. “Missed your little pussy taking my cock so well”.

“Mm…” you moaned, tilting your head to the side as you let him mark you. “Missed you… missed you stretching me out so good”.

A smug smile curved up the corners of his mouth, pressing one last kiss to your neck before his lips were back on yours.

Thrusting his hips up to reach deeper into you, he managed to get a whimper out of your mouth — one that was soothed by a sloppy, wet kiss, before his lips travelled down to your breasts, burying his face in them and letting out a frustrated groan when the lace of your bra came in between him and properly cupping them in his needy hands.

“Let’s take this off” his voice came out muffled, hands looking for the hook and easily undoing it before the white piece of lace was aimlessly thrown anywhere in the room.

“I thought you had liked the white lace?” you teased.

“I did,” he replied in a heartbeat, tongue swirling around your bud. “But I enjoy way more the bare sight and touch of my gorgeous girlfriend”.

If it wasn’t for the way he thrusted his cock deeper into you, reaching that sensitive spot where you needed him the most, you were sure you would’ve teared up.

Never would you ever have thought that being called his ‘girlfriend’ would mean this much to you. You found peace over how everything seemed to be in its place again.

“The stockings are staying on, though”.

“Only the stockings?” you grinned.

Taehyung nodded. Letting go of your nipple, he turned you around — your back hitting the mattress as he slipped out of you.

“Taehyung” you whined, hating the sudden emptiness you were left with.

You heard him chuckle, planting a soft kiss to your pouty lips before he pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor as well as the rest of his clothes. And then, when you thought he would slide back into you, he pulled your panties down your legs.

Just like he had claimed, the only piece of clothing left on your body, being the white stockings that were driving him crazy.

“I should wear these more often” you chuckled, letting out a shaky breath when he entered you again in one go.

“I will look like a horny teenager following you around whenever you do” he hovered over you.

You smiled amusedly, reaching up to remove a long strand of hair that had gotten stuck to his sweaty forehead as he thrusted into you. “Just like you did now?”

Taehyung let out a scoff, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pulling one of your thighs down on your chest. “Fuck off”.

You writhed underneath him at this new angle, which allowed him to fuck you deeper with each thrust of his.

“Oh, f-fuck, right there” your back arched.

“Mm?” he hummed. “You like it there?” his cock hit once more that one spot.

“Y-yes”.

“Do you deserve it after being a brat?”

“I wasn’t” you choked out when he pulled out once more, desperately trying to push your hips against his throbbing member.

Taehyung chuckled, pressing a hand down on your ribcage, painfully close to the curve of your breast, so he could lean down to temptingly bite your earlobe. “You just called me a horny teenager”.

“Taehyung, please” you begged him.

He bit his bottom lip, enjoying the sight of your trembling body aching for release. He had missed this, having you at his mercy.

Running his tongue on the spot behind your ear, he slowly ran the head of his cock up and down your folds. “Say you’re sorry”.

“I’m sorry” you choked out embarrassingly fast.

He slapped his hardened length against your core. “Say you’re mine”.

“Taehyung, pl—”

Again.

“Say it”.

“I’m yours” you cried.

He smiled, hot mouth pressing on the dark marks that were already showing on your neck. “All mine?”

“All yours” you rasped.

“Only mine?”

“Only yours. I’m yours, only yours”.

“Good girl” his low voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Fuck,” you rolled your eyes out of pleasure when his cock was fully inside you, like you so badly needed it to. “I’m cumming”.

Taehyung smiled, burying his face in your neck once more. “You won’t wait for me?”

“I c-can’t…” you whimpered.

You felt him chuckle against your skin, where he one second later placed a kiss to. “Let go, baby”.

You didn’t need to hear it twice, being all too far gone to even try and hold back anymore. With his name coming out as a moan one last time, you gave in to your high.

“Fu-uck,” a raspy moan escaped his mouth when your walls tightened around him and small whimpers escaped your mouth. “You’re so hot”.

Smiling at his praising, you let your eyes close, enjoying the waves of pleasure running through your body, which were only intensified as Taehyung thrusted into you over and over, using you to get off as well.

Still not feeling like opening your eyes, you ran your hands down his damp back — fingertips causing goosebumps to appear on his skin as they traced, if not scratched, all their way down his spine, until your hands were cupping his ass, pushing him closer to your core.

“Are you sleeping right now?” he rasped.

You chuckled, opening your eyes for once and for all to meet his dark ones. “I wouldn’t be touching you like this if I was”.

“Wouldn’t put it past you”.

Letting your jaw fall in both offense and playfulness, you shoved him to the side, not giving him time to question what you were doing before you were back to straddling his lap and taking his cock inside you.

“Fuck,” his head was thrown back in sheer pleasure. “You can’t just do that”.

His hands on your hips, fingers digging on their hot flesh while they helped you ride him harder, however, let you know he was enjoying it one hell of a lot.

“I think I just did” your teasing tone drove him wild.

Pulling you down into a kiss, you felt your walls squeeze his cock when he let out a raspy moan against your mouth. “Have you got any idea of how you make me feel?”

“I’m guessing quite good?” you purred on his mouth, not being able to hold back a moan of your own when he thrusted his cock into you.

“So fucking good” he growled, swiftly managing to comb your hair in his hand.

“Fuck” you gasped once he pulled at your hair, forcing you to go back to your previous position sitting up on top of him.

Being unable to move given the hold he had on you, you found yourself letting him lead the pace — small whimpers escaping your mouth and raspy moans leaving his, as his other hand held down on your hip and helped you ride him while he enjoyed the view.

“Oh, f—I’m cumming” he rasped.

“Me too” you breathed out.

Feeling him let go of your hair, you were soon slumping back down on the mattress with him grinding on top of you, taking his entire length a couple more times before he stopped.

“Do you want me to…”

You shook your head no before he could finish his sentence, wrapping your legs around his waist for him not to pull out. “You said you’d fuck me like you used to,” your breathy words got a smirk from him. “Cum in me”.

Pushing a few strands of hair from off your face, he leaned down to look for your mouth as he kept thrusting into you. “If that’s what my princess wants”.

All you could do by then was nod, trapping his bottom lip in yours when you felt your second orgasm about to hit. “Cum for me” you begged, intentionally squeezing your walls around his cock to drive him over the edge. “Taehyung…”

“Fuck, Y/N” he gasped, burying his face in your neck. “I’m gon…”

His words vanished in the air, turning into a whiny moan as he finally reached his climax — thrusts becoming sloppy, making sure his warm release filled you up, he managed to make you come undone a second time.

Trying to catch your breath, you wrapped your arms around him when he let his body fall on yours, both of you closing your eyes and enjoying the silence that was now only disturbed by your heavy breathings as you came down from your highs.

A tired smile curved up your lips when Taehyung pressed a few small kisses to your skin.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled, with a swift movement pulling out of you and hugging you tight, turning you around so now half your body was resting on top of his. “Thank you for coming back to me”.

That, along with the overwhelming ecstasy you were still experiencing, had seemed to move you, for, next thing you new, you were burying your face in his chest as your tears fell on his hot skin and a sniffle reached his ears.

“Are you crying?” he worriedly pushed your chin up with his long fingers, making you look at him.

You sniffled, watching the corners of his mouth begin to curve up. “Don’t laugh”.

“I’m not,” he denied, not finding it in him to stop smiling as he tenderly wiped your tears. “Was I that bad, though?”

“Yah!” you smacked his chest, earning a loud laugh from him, grabbing your hand on his bare skin so you wouldn’t be able to hit him again. “You’re an idiot”.

“So I’ve been told” Taehyung chuckled, pulling you up on the mattress so he could face you — chocolate eyes lovingly staring at you as he caressed your wet cheek. “What is it, then?”

You shrugged, eyes focusing on his naked chest before you could answer. “I just missed this,” you murmured. “I missed you, and I thought I would never be like this with you again, so… I guess I’m a bit emotional, sorry”.

Hearing Taehyung’s giggle as a response was something you were surely not expecting. Nevertheless, the utter sound of it was enough to make you happier than you already were — if that was even possible.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you towards his body and burying his face in your naked chest. “Are you truly apologizing for crying?” the sound of a chuckle of his resonated through your chest. “Fuck, if I hadn’t cried my eyes out already I would be crying too”.

A light laugh escaped your lips, mindlessly playing with his hair as he looked up to you, puckering his lips for you to close the space between his mouth and yours. When you did, he let out a contented hum, cupping your cheek with one hand so he could press a second kiss to your mouth.

“I missed you so, so much” he kissed you once more. “You have no idea how over the moon I am right now”.

“I’m so happy” you hummed, lips tenderly pressing to his forehead. “I don’t want today to end anymore…”

“Even when it ends, we’ll have a lifetime to go together” he smiled. “It doesn’t matter if time goes by anymore”.

He was right, and you couldn’t help but find it a bit strange… how suddenly you did not have to worry about time passing by anymore.

You had spent the past one year feeling anxious, worrying about time slipping through your fingers and not being able to achieve everything you wanted to achieve, everything you needed to achieve.

You had spent the past one year fearing that you would end up having to go back to your parents’, and that fear did only grow stronger once you got together with Taehyung, for you feared the possibility of the last day of the year arriving and having to leave him.

And then, when you found yourself indeed going back to your parents’ and no longer having Taehyung with you, you feared the day of the wedding. Although you had come to terms with it, it was still something that you were counting and dreading the days for, because the moment you pronounced the words ‘I do’, you would be deprived of all freedom.

Most importantly, you would be deprived of the man you loved, for the rest of your life.

But, right now, none of it mattered anymore.

For once, in what felt like your whole life, you could breathe.

You could breathe, because you had finally found your place, right next to him — no longer having to prove your worth, and no longer having to do what others wanted you to.

You could just be yourself.

You could be happy with him.

Letting out a contented sigh, and kissing your lips one last time, he got off the bed, receiving a whine from you as soon as you missed his touch.

“Where are you going?” you pouted, quietly watching him as he put his sweatpants back on.

“Nowhere” he simply said, throwing his t-shirt on as well and leaning down to pick up the clothes he had chosen for you and placed on the bed earlier, which were now lying on the floor after the mess you made. “I just think we should have a proper talk and I’m still craving you so bad right now that if you don’t cover up I will end up getting distracted all over again”.

You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of your mouth, feeling your face heat up at his bold words.

Following his every move, you smiled when he crawled back next to you — the bed dipping down where his knees were lying, as he fixed in his hands the t-shirt he had chosen for you to wear.

“I want the one you’re wearing” you said before he could pull the hole in the middle of the cotton fabric down your head.

“It’s pretty much the same” Taehyung pointed out, hinting at both tops being a slightly different shade of grey.

“This one doesn’t smell like you” your lower lip stuck out in a pout.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, a small smirk curving up his lips as he leaned down enough for his lips to trap your bottom one in them. “Such a brat”.

You laughed, pulling him to your mouth once more before you let go of him, contentedly watching him give in to your wishes and taking off the t-shirt he was currently wearing. Without putting the new one on just yet, he decided to cover your naked body first.

With the fabric of his thin piece of clothing covering only a little under your thighs after you sat up, he looked around for your panties — the floor not really being the best place for them to be lying on, yet that being the place he had thrown them to in his urge to get rid of them earlier that day. Letting out a sigh, he picked them up, going back to you and sliding them up your legs.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, thumbs gently rubbing your hips under his top. “We can talk now”.

“After you put on your t-shirt as well” you reminded him, picking up said piece of clothing and helping him put it on. “I can easily get distracted by you, too”.

Taehyung chuckled, fixing the fabric down his torso before he leaned in to steal a lingering kiss from you. Being a distraction to you sounded quite good, if he was honest.

“What did you want to talk about?” you mumbled against his mouth when he was about to press it on yours once more.

“About where we’re going from here”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You know…” he breathed in, softly playing with your fingers as his back rested against the headboard. “So your parents don’t find us, or even if they do, so they don’t separate us. Not like I’m letting them take you away from me, but…”

“I know…” you smiled weakly, interlocking your fingers with his. “Maybe we could… go abroad for a while?” your words sounded uncertain, remembering what he had proposed last night in a desperate attempt to make you go back to him. “I mean, if it’s still a possibility”.

“Of course,” he was quick to nod his head. “The last position I got offered abroad was at an art gallery in Rome. They said to give them a call if I ever changed my mind, so I’ll do just that and if everything goes well then we can move”.

Rome.

That sounded so surreal.

Taehyung was quick to catch up on your expression — knowing you all too well to realise you were indeed excited, but a part of you was still hesitant.

“Hey…” he softly called you, sitting up next to you and giving you a small smile when your eyes were on him. “Don’t feel pressured to go away, we can always just stay here and figure something else out”.

“No, it’s okay, I just…” you sighed. “We would come back at some point, right? I would really like us to settle down here…”

“Of course we’d come back” he reassured you. “Our kids would be the happiest growing up here”.

Your heart fluttered. “That’s what I believe, too”.

Taehyung smiled wholeheartedly, taking your hands in his and bringing them up to press his lips on them. He could neither get used to nor grow tired of being reminded that you, too, pictured your future with him.

“So… we’re leaving?”

“Mhm…” you nodded. “I think it’s the best choice, that way we’d make sure my parents left us alone and you wouldn’t have to… you know…”

“I wouldn’t have to… what?” his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Don’t make me say it” you weakly pleaded.

“I have no clue what you’re hinting at, though…”

“You won’t have to marry me anymore” you explained, not meeting his eyes. “Not in a rush, at least”.

“I won’t have to marry you?” he slowly repeated.

Your answer was a small nod, and he was not having it. Pulling you to him, you placed your palms on his chest so as not to fall flat on it, still not bringing yourself to meet his eyes and missing the way they looked at you like you held all the stars in the sky.

“Hey, princess. Look at me” he cupped your face so you had no choice but to do as told. “What did I say over the phone last night?”

You avoided his eyes.

“Y/N, what did I tell you?” he pushed it.

“That you were asking me because you love me…”

“Exactly. I love you” Taehyung reassured. “I fucking love you so much and I want to marry you. We can get married tomorrow for all I care and I will be the happiest man on Earth” he confessed with a shaky, breathy laugh. “I know you don’t have the best of experiences with marriages, but trust me when I say that neither am I being forced into this nor do I feel pressured to do this. I love you and that’s it”.

“You promise?”

“I pinky promise” he stuck out his pinky, earning a laugh from you at how he had picked up on your antics.

“Pinky promise, then” you interlocked your pinky with his.

“Unless you don’t want to marry me, of course” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for the ring” you joked.

“I already have the ring,” his lighthearted words had you jolting up. “It’s the proposal what’s missing”.

After the first sentence, though, you had seemed to stop listening altogether — not at all caring about a proper proposal anymore.

“You… have the ring?” you carefully asked, almost afraid you had misheard it.

“Mhm…” he nodded.

“Is it here? I want to see it”.

“Showing it to you just like that would take all the romance away, though”.

“I don’t care,” you shook your head, gently reaching for his hand. “Taehyung, show it to me”.

Staring at you for a couple of seconds to make sure this was 100% what you wanted, he ended up giving in — your eyes following his every move as he walked over to his wardrobe, watching him push a few clothes aside before he seemed to find what he was looking for.

Next thing you knew, he was walking back to you with a ring in between his fingers. There was no box, only a ring. Yet you could feel just as nervous as if you were getting proposed to right there and then.

Stopping in his tracks right as he reached your side by the bed, he nervously fidgeted with it, not letting you properly see it.

“Okay, so, um…” he cleared his throat. “This is more of a family antique. It last belonged to my grandmother and she passed it down to me, so if it’s not your style or you just don’t like it, please let me know and I—”

“Handsome,” you soothed him, gently holding his free hand. “Show me”.

Biting down on his lip, he took a seat beside you, trying his best to stop his hand from shaking when he finally let you take a look at the ring — a beautiful Victorian one, made out of white gold, with a diamond in its base.

Eyes going up to him, you didn’t even have to speak to let him know how much you loved it, even at first sight. That had seemed to calm his trembling hand a tiny bit.

“Can I try it on?” you hopefully asked.

Taehyung jolted up, as if you had just snapped him out of his running thoughts.

“Uh, y-yeah” he stuttered, struggling to hold your hand and managing to align the ring in front of your index finger, yet stopping before he could slide it on. “I think it’s your size, but I’m not sure, so if you feel it a bit loose or—”

“Yah,” you called him out with a giggle, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as you tightly wrapped your arms around him. “Why are you so nervous?”

“How are you not?” he bit back.

“I am, trust me” you confessed. “But I guess I’m just way too happy to let it take over”.

“I’m happy, too” he pouted, resting his head on yours. “You’re just not the one proposing”.

“I just asked to try it on, though” your lips pressed lightly to his chest. “Not for you to propose”.

“Still feels the same”.

Because, either way, he wanted it to be perfect. After all you had been through to be with him, he believed you deserved that much.

Before you could keep on bickering, though, and before he could allow his nervousness take over completely, he grabbed your hand, holding it right in front of where your heads rested together, and slid the ring on your index finger like he had tried to do one minute ago — catching his breath the moment he realised it fit perfectly.

You smiled brightly, blissfully.

Sitting up straight, you crossed your legs as you admired the way the ring looked on your hand. You had never thought you would love the way an engagement ring looked on it so much.

For an entire year, you had refused to wear the one Sungjin had given you. You hated the way it looked on you. You hated wearing it, for whenever your eyes laid on it, you were reminded of the fate that you were possibly facing in a matter of months. Wearing it felt like a burden. Therefore, you did not.

Taehyung’s, on the other hand, felt like hope. It felt like pure happiness, and looking at it right then, you could only think of the future that awaited for the two of you. Together.

You felt like never ever taking it off.

“I love it” you confidently confessed, eyes still fixed on the diamond shining in front of you, missing the way Taehyung’s boxy smile had parted his lips. “I love it. It’s so gorgeous, it’s… perfect”.

“You think so?” he whispered.

You nodded, finally meeting his hopeful eyes. “You’re kidding? I feel so honored you chose me to give it to”.

“Who else would I have given it to?” he amusedly tilted his head. “You’re the only person I’ve ever had a relationship with”.

“Still could’ve chosen someone else”.

“Not a chance” he mumbled against your lips, not missing a second to taste them for what could easily be the hundredth time that day. “I only want you”.

“I’ll have you know I am never taking it off” you proudly looked at it on your finger once more, this time noticing the way he smiled at you. “What?”

“I really fucking love you” he breathed out, lightly pecking your lips when he noticed the heat reach your cheeks. “But I’m afraid you will have to take it off now and wait until the actual proposal”.

“I don’t care about a proposal” you let him know with a pout, pulling your hand away from his when he tried to reach for it.

“Y/N, I didn’t even get a box for it”.

“I don’t care”.

“I promised I’d go down on one knee and give one of those cheesy speeches that leaves you crying”.

“I don’t want to cry anymore,” you stated. “I’m the happiest right now. This is all I want”.

“You deserve better than being proposed to in bed right after fucking”.

“Sounds pretty intimate to me” you shrugged, holding back the urge to laugh when he threw you a glare for an answer. “Unless you don’t want to propose to me, of course”.

“Yah,” he tackled you down on the mattress, joining in your laughter as he hovered you. “You don’t get to say that whilst wearing the engagement ring I just gave you”.

You cupped his cheek with one hand, gently caressing his soft skin with your thumb as your confident eyes locked with his. “Ask me then”.

With you lying underneath him, looking at him with those eyes he loved so much and wearing his ring on your finger, there was only so much he could take.

So, leaning in until his lips were faintly touching yours, he gave in.

“Kim Y/N,” he began, eyes travelling from your mouth to your expectant eyes. “Marry me”.

“What?” you played dumb. “I don’t think I could hear you”.

“Marry me,” he repeated, gently pulling the fabric of your t-shirt over your hips for his long fingers to caress your skin. “Let’s get married and never again be away from each other. Let’s go to Europe and forget about everything that hurt us over here. Let’s come back in a few years and settle down in this house. Let’s have a bunch of kids and happily raise them here. Let’s grow old together and bicker until the end of our days” his thumb caught a tear that had just rolled down your eye, even after you had claimed you didn’t want to cry anymore. “Let’s be happy”.

You were at loss of words — teary, elated eyes, along with the way you had just begun to effusively nod your head up and down, being the only form of answer you could give him.

“I’m gonna need actual words here, princess” he softly teased, wiping another tear from your face. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will marry you, you idiot” you sniffled, pressing your smiling lips to his matching ones and then pulling him down to your chest. “I was literally begging you to ask me like one minute ago”.

Feeling his chest tremble on top of yours as he hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck, you couldn’t tell whether he was crying or laughing. The sniffle that has just been followed by a chuckle of his, however, let you know he was indeed doing both.

“I thought you had no tears left to cry?” you teased him, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Shut up” he blurted out, nuzzling your neck. “I can’t believe you just called me an idiot after my sweet, oh so sweet proposal”.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic words. “It was with love, you know that”.

Shaking his head, he let go of his comfortable place on your chest, going back to your eye level. “Say that you’ll marry me again. But this time do it sweetly”.

“Now why would I do that?” you taunted.

“There is no way we’re telling our kids you called me an idiot when I proposed,” he pointed out. “We need to set a good example”.

At that, you couldn’t help but throw your head back — a loud, throaty laugh escaping your mouth. “And what kind of good example would it be telling them that you asked me to marry you in bed right after we f—”

“Don’t” he warned you.

“Am I wrong, though?” you laughed, then letting down a dreamy sigh as you made yourself more comfortable in bed. “God, I never thought I would be proposed to in bed right after having sex, with my neck full of hickeys, hair all messy and wearing only a t-shirt and panties”.

“Yah! You said it was okay” Taehyung called you out, sounding way whinier than he had intended to.

“And it was!” you reassured him with a giggle, resting an arm over his chest and a leg over his bottom body after he had slumped down on his back next to you. “But it’s still not the best of sights”.

“It’s my favourite look on you so far” Taehyung argued, fixing a strand of your hair away from your face. “Hot as hell”.

“Definitely not a story to tell our kids, though” you amusedly shook your head. “Or our friends”.

Laughing along, he leaned in until his lips were temptingly brushing yours. “We can always sugarcoat it”.

“We’ll make up a story for them” you agreed with a chuckle, merrily kissing him back when he closed the painful gap between your mouths.

“That we can” he agreed, hovering your body as he pulled you back down on the mattress. “On the topic of kids, though, we could start practicing for when we try for a baby in the future”

“Eager much?” you teased, allowing him to use his knee to pull your legs apart.

“I’m just thinking about the sake of our family”.

Family. How could that one word go back to meaning the world to you after having it be nothing but a burden for so many years.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we have to” you pecked his lips.

Taehyung pouted. “But practicing a little bit doesn’t hurt”.

“Just say you want to fuck me and go”.

A chuckle abandoned his lips at that, teeth lightly grazing the marks on your neck. “You’re saying I don’t need an excuse?”

“As if you’ve ever needed one” your words got a prideful smile from him, planting a small kiss to the same spot he had been teasing all day. “Stop it with the hickeys”.

“Nope” he simply replied. You weren’t leaving the house anytime soon anyway.

Nevertheless, his mouth pressed one last time to your neck before he pulled away.

“Wait,” you blurted out when he went back to your mouth. “So I have the ring and the hickeys you gave me on me right now…”

He smiled. “So?”

“So… You’ve marked me as yours twice” you pointed out, receiving a rather smug expression from him. “It’s only fair I get to leave a bunch of hickeys on you as well”.

“Come anywhere near my neck and be ready for a round two and maybe even a round three” he threatened you.

You smiled teasingly, pushing him down on the mattress and straddling his lap — hand pressing down on his chest as you nuzzled his neck.

“Y/N, I’m warning you”.

“You’re acting as if I don’t enjoy having you fuck me stupid,” you went back to his eye level, the tone in your voice and determination in your eyes, being enough to turn him on all over again. “Plus, didn’t you want to practice for when we try for a baby in the future?”

“Fuck, you’re the love of my life” he pulled you to his lips. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course I will marry you, my love” you sweetly answered against his mouth, then letting a smirk take over your face. “Was that the oh so sweet answer you wanted?”

He smiled, satisfied. “Definitely”.

“Good,” you chuckled, lips travelling down to his neck. “Now stay still so I can make sure everyone knows you’re mine, too”.

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Nemesis: Retribution (2)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SMUT FOR THIS CHAPTER. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, mentions of illnesses, momentary fluff, bit of angst care of Bucky, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, rejection, bullying, heartbreak, character death

A/N: I couldn’t resist not posting this early. Here you go. Next ones will probably take a while coz I have to be an actual adult for a bit.

No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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1:2 Dark Chocolate

A few days of rest was required to recover from a super soldier's punch. The doctors had said that you were lucky Steve hadn't punched you with full strength or else you would probably have a whole cracked rib cage. You were anxious to jump back in to training, not used to being idle for very long.

You were given some painkillers at the clinic and ordered to stay there for the rest of the afternoon for monitoring. When you woke up, it was early evening and a blonde super soldier was napping on a steel chair next to your bed. He jumped when you moved to sit up, his heightened senses alarmed and disoriented for a second before he quickly switched to repeatedly apologizing to you. You laughed out loud. It was just a little ridiculous to you to see such a commanding presence in the field so charmingly boyish and adorably embarrassed.

Steve was a comforting presence but to be honest you were hoping to see Bucky. You didn't get a chance to thank him since he left immediately after the doctors had ushered you into the examination room. Once you were cleared to return to training, you caught sight of his long brunette hair and the bright smile on your face couldn't be stopped. It was the glare he pinned you with that made you halt your approach.

He was back to his disapproval of your very existence.

You had to admit that it stung. You thought that you were getting somewhere with him after he helped you. At least somewhere outside of the realm of outward disdain. And maybe you were hoping just a little bit that it could lead down the road to him feeling the same about you.

The timing was perfect when you were assigned to your first official mission with the Avengers. It was a chance to prove your worth to the team and to Bucky in particular. A chance to maybe make him see you as more than just a troublesome recruit.

You came back from the mission with your head held high and absolutely glowing with confidence at the kudos from Sam and Natasha. The great Natasha Romanoff had complimented your sniping skills, picking off enemies in her area even before she could aim her own gun at them.

The first thing you wanted to do after getting back to the Compound was to tell Bucky. You wanted to brag a little bit and maybe even thank him for the mentoring. If he hadn’t been so hard on you then you wouldn’t have pushed yourself to be at this level. You were skipping down the halls of the Compound in search for him, clutching the bullet casing from your first official Avenger kill.

FRIDAY had informed you that he was in the training area and you were bouncing on your feet with excitement. As you entered though the place was empty, the rest of the agents having retired to the mess halls. You ventured further in, trusting FRIDAY’s intel until you heard some noises coming from the adjacent armory. You smiled, he must be cleaning his guns again.

As you got closer, the noise began to get louder until you could make out what was undeniably pleasured moaning, one low and gravelly while the other more high pitched. You should have turned away, if only for the privacy of the couple who was wrapped up in their passion, but your curiosity pushed you to come closer and peak through the small crack in the door.

The brief image that you saw made you instantly draw back, a shaking hand pressed to your mouth to silence the shocked gasp. You backed away slowly, your mind struggling to process what you had just seen, then your flight response kicked in and you ran like hell out of there. The scene was burning a hole in your brain and caused your skin to grow cold. Sergeant Barnes rutting hard against a woman wrapped around his waist, his glinting eyes locked with yours, and a cocky sneer on his face.

You didn’t go to dinner that night or to the team celebration for a successful first mission. You chose instead to lay in your bunk with tears burning in your eyes and trying to erase the memory of your discovery. Of course he was already dating someone. A man of his caliber was sure to have a line-up of gorgeous eager women at his disposal. He probably had no interest in boring recruits like yourself. The woman he was throwing into bliss must be some supermodel or high ranking spy. How did you even end up deluding yourself that you could possibly catch his eye?

The rest of your roommates filtered in after a few hours, chatting away noisily about the party. Anna had come to sit on the edge of your bed and ran a comforting hand along your arm, concern clearly etched on her face.

“I’m fine. Just tired. The mission really wore me out,” you muttered with a small smile. You weren't ready to talk about it yet.

“Personally I think I had better success today than all of you,” Kim’s shrill voice cut through the good natured conversations in the room.

She wasn’t part of the group taken on the mission, claiming beforehand that she was ill. A chorus of curious why’s rang out through the group and she preened at once again being the center of attention.

“Well I just had the fuck of a lifetime from none other than Sergeant James Barnes.”

The room of women burst into chaos; squeals of disbelief, rapid fire questions on how big he was and how good of a lay was he, were they dating now or was this a fuck buddy situation. Of course Kim was more than happy to entertain each question.

You tuned all of it out, the noise turning into an annoying ringing in your ear. You turned around to face the wall as the silent tears that refused to be contained any longer fell to wet your pillow. You barely registered Anna squeezing your shoulder or the words that Kim threw your way.

“Sorry, Y/N. I guess I was just more Bucky’s type.”

You curled yourself into a tighter ball as the pain in your chest radiated across your whole body. You had assumed wrong about Bucky. It seemed that he wasn’t opposed to dating new recruits.

He was just opposed to you.

The taunting from Kim continued on and you just couldn't take it any longer. You brushed the tears away, grabbed your sweater, and marched yourself to the door. You needed to get some air. You needed to get away. Anywhere but there. You wrenched open the door and almost came crashing straight toward a solid chest. Your eyes travelled up to lock with the kind blue gaze of Captain America. You wondered why Steve was standing at the doors of your bunkers holding a pack of beer in his hand.

"Good evening, ladies," he said to the room of now suddenly speechless females. "I'm just going to borrow Y/N for a bit."

The crowd remained in shocked silence while you stared at him in confusion as he smiled sweetly down at you. He had gone looking for you when he didn't see you at the celebration after Natasha and Sam had sang your praises to him at your performance. He wanted to congratulate you and bring you a drink for a job well done.

"Come on. I know a good spot," he said, placing a hand on your back and guiding you out.

Steve brought you to the top of an observatory in the Compound. It was quiet, peaceful, and offered a great view. He cracked open a bottle for you and the conversation just flowed naturally. He kept making you laugh until your sides hurt with stories about his time as a performer in the military and all the unfortunate videos that came with it. You were crying with pure joy when he relented and re-enacted his buy military bonds act, your earlier darkened mood forgotten for the moment.

Steve felt like he did something right when your glassy eyes and defeated expression was replaced with clear amusement. Even if it was at his expense. He wouldn't ask what the reason was, but he felt happy he made you feel better.

"Thank you, Steve," you muttered before you parted ways. Somehow both of you understood that it was more than just for the drink.

You promised yourself then that you would give yourself tonight to weep over your unfortunate romantic feelings. Only for tonight. Come morning you would focus all your energy on what you actually came here to do; become an Avenger. You slept fitfully that night, the shell casing from your first mission still gripped in your hand.

You made a conscious effort after that day to limit your interactions with Bucky and Kim to polite clipped conversations. At first Bucky had been surprised at your change in attitude, your blank expression and sparse words causing a momentary guilt to flash in his eyes. You had chosen instead to spend more time with Steve and the twins, your mood obviously brighter around them.

You were sitting now in a large conference room for a briefing on the next mission with a handful of other recruits when Sam Wilson sent you out to fetch the rest of the Avengers who were running late and not responding.

"Can you get them for me, sweetheart?" he chuckled, knowing that you blushed uncontrollably each time he used a nickname on you.

FRIDAY had directed you to the private common room exclusive for their use. You were about to knock on the door when you heard your name in the middle of what sounded like a heated argument. Against your better judgement, you leaned in closer.

"I don't think Y/N's cut out to be part of this team."

Your heart dropped. The conviction in Bucky's voice was clear. It was one thing for your infatuation with him to be forcefully thrown back at your face, but for him to explicitly state to a set of people that you held at such high esteem that you were not good enough was a whole other vicious heartbreak.

Lily was wrong. This time you should have known when to quit.

You forced yourself to crack the door wider and step inside, clearing your throat to announce your presence. You didn't see the startled look on their faces or the guilty one that followed when they realized that you had heard. One look at your sad glistening eyes that refused to look up confirmed it. Natasha and Steve both threw Bucky a deadly glare.

"Sam wants you all at a briefing. I was sent to come get you."

Your voice was so small and unsteady, none of the easy happiness and optimistic determination that it usually carried. Bucky felt the shame burn through him, the guilt drowning him in an instant. You weren't supposed to hear that. He took a step towards you, instinct driving him to do anything to wipe that defeated look off your face, but a threatening look from the twins pinned him in place.

"We'll walk back with you, little star," Pietro said softly, appearing beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Wanda came on the other side, looping your arm with hers.

For the rest of the briefing, you strained with the effort of focusing on Sam while blatantly ignoring Bucky. You knew he was staring a hole at the back of your head, but you couldn't allow yourself to give him any satisfaction by looking back. You were soon assigned your tasks, you being placed on sniper duty again having performed well the last time.

It was supposed to be a run of the mill mission for intel and taking out a criminal base, but with the expectation of more hostiles so a slightly bigger team was necessary. You practically flew out of the room when you were dismissed, not giving anyone a chance to talk to you. A decision was solid in your mind now for when you got back.

This would be your last mission.

The ride on the jet to the location was spent with you cleaning your gear and checking your weapons. You were sliding a few knives in place when Bucky came in front of you holding out another set of knives for you to take.

"You know if you tilt the hilt to the left you can fit more in one holster," he said.

It was odd hearing him with almost warmth in his tone toward you. If it had happened yesterday, you probably would be celebrating this fact. You nodded at him, but didn't say a word.

"Remember to keep your head low and stay on your post. Okay, doll?"

You nodded wordlessly again. Because you made a point not to look at his face, you missed the way he was struggling to say more to you and the disheartened look when you obviously weren't going to answer him. You ignored him for the rest of the ride, choosing to focus on reviewing the intel.

As far as bad intel could go, this had to be the worst. You were perched up on a densely covered hill a good distance away from the base that the rest of the team were storming. You were picking off as many hostiles coming out of the base as quick as your hands would allow. Your fingers were starting to ache from the constant reloading, your eyes stung from the gunpowder, and your lip was already bleeding from biting down on it.

The noise in the comms was pure mayhem. Each team member trying to ask for help, for backup, for a plan. You had all come expecting a fight but not an army prepared to defend. You were certainly not expecting HYDRA.

"They have Bucky."

Three words spoken that sent a cold dread to wash over all of you. HYDRA couldn't be allowed to take Bucky. You abandoned your post without a second thought and sprinted down toward the base, pistols at the ready for anyone coming your way.

"Last location," you asked urgently as you slipped into the building shooting down two agents immediately.

"West wing. Near the last corridor," Steve grunted, clearly having a hard time on his end. "Y/N, do not engage!"

"I'm the closest one, Cap."

"I'm close too. Just a little busy," Natasha huffed. "I'll follow, Y/N. Steve, we need to get the hell out of here."

Steve had reluctantly agreed, seeing that there was no other choice. He quickly barked orders and commanded you to keep safe. You nodded although he couldn't see it as you wove through the corridors at full speed in search of your teammate. The moment you barged into that last room, your eyes found an unconscious Bucky immediately.

Seeing him in that chair horrified you; shirt ripped, bleeding in several areas, skin pale and cold with sweat, chest rising and falling far too rapidly, and eyes that were unresponsive. You were so distracted by the jarring image that you failed to notice the operatives across the room until the bullets were burning through your soft flesh.

You screamed from the pain, but raised your gun and fired back until you heard their bodies thud heavily on the floor. You clutched at your side, the amount of wet blood pouring out was alarming. You pushed your own welfare aside and hurriedly undid Bucky's restraints. It was a struggle to sit up a semi-conscious super soldier and when you took his weight on your shoulders, you collapsed to the floor at the intense pain in your arm. You hadn't realized that you had multiple shots there too.

You gritted your teeth and groaned at the effort of lifting you both up, your blood soaking through your gear as well as Bucky's. You huffed painfully with each step but you just had to get him out of there. You could have kissed Natasha square in the mouth when you saw her come barreling towards you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!" she winced at your state before taking Bucky's other side. Apparently you looked as bad as you felt. "We gotta move fast. I hear more of them coming up this way. This path is clear."

Having Natasha's help in carrying Bucky alleviated some of the burden from you and made you all move faster, but the blood loss was already starting to make your vision blurry and the adrenaline was wearing off. Through the haze, you could also hear the rapidly approaching footsteps. Soon you would be basically useless and you knew there was no way Natasha could carry you both out while fighting off a hoard of enemies.

"Natasha," you said quietly, your steps faltering.

"No. Keep going goddamn it!" Natasha cried.

She knew what you were thinking. She had assessed the situation too and come to the same miserable conclusion. You smiled sadly at her angry eyes and shaking head as you let go of your hold on Bucky. Her eyes widened further as you limped toward the doors behind you and locked them tight before raising your guns to aim right at anyone who would come through them.

She didn't miss how your hands were shaking and your shot arm could barely hold up, the way you scowled deeper in pain with each movement, or how your uniform was soaked in your own blood and slowly forming a pool at your feet. Ghastly as you looked, you turned your head and tossed her another gentle smile. You were basically going to use yourself as a human shield for them and yet you were comforting her. You were reassuring her.

"Check on my sister for me, yeah?"

Natasha wanted to insist on another plan. Anything other than leave you behind to hold off the nearing enemy units. Shouting and gunfire from the other side of the door forced her to make a decision. She cursed sharply under her breath and dragged Bucky away with her, the regret heavy on her heart for having to leave you behind.

You stepped further back and supported your weak body against the wall after Natasha had thankfully left. The enemy was trying their hardest to barge through the door, ramming into it and shooting their guns at the locks. It wouldn't be long now before they manage to breach it.

You took a moment to spare a thought for your sister. A part of you was saddened to think of her grief after she finds out that you had done the most heroic thing anyone could ever do.

Sacrifice.

Another part of you was relieved knowing that she had Jill and she wouldn't be alone in that grief. When you decided this morning that this would be your last mission, you didn't necessarily expect it to be in this way.

"I'm sorry, Lily."

Natasha managed to get Bucky back to the jet where the rest of the team were all converging, still fighting off operatives chasing after them. There just didn't seem to be any end to them.

"I'm going back for Y/N!" she yelled to the team as she dropped Bucky on the floor of the jet. There was no time to be gentle, she had to hurry back to help you out.

"What do you mean? Where the hell is Y/N, Nat?" Steve shouted as he grabbed her arm.

"She stayed behind to hold off the ones chasing us so we could get out. I have to go back!"

"I will go. I can get her out," Pietro volunteered at once but he doubled over immediately from the extensive wounds on his torso.

Natasha was already sprinting back into the compound, not willing to waste another minute. She made it only a few feet before the entire facility exploded into a fiery inferno that quickly ravaged it and threw her farther back.

The entire team watched in horror as the explosions continued on several parts of the structure. The area was quickly getting engulfed by the flames and smoke. Steve had to force everyone onto the jet and bodily carry a shell shocked Natasha.

No one could have possibly survived that.

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Natasha steadied her breath as she quietly landed on a perch high above in the rafters of a seedy warehouse. Wanda joined her seconds later, weaving her magic to better cloak them. The other twin was running a lap around the perimeter and would join them later.

She was assigned weird missions all the time. Missions that had very little to doubtful intel was common. This mission though was by far the strangest she's ever gotten. There was a very small list of vague things that were told to them; the time and location, not to intervene, to remain unseen until the target was ready, bring the target to the Compound.

She was slightly annoyed, but she complied anyway. She was curious too as the mission was given in secret to only the three of them. A million questions was speeding through her mind as she observed the activity below. It looked like a regular run of the mill drug den filled with busy workers and roving guards.

"How many, Wanda?" Natasha whispered.

"I sense more than 25 of them. All armed, but with much fear."

A gust of wind signaled the return of the other twin. He had a frown on his face and a concerned look in his eyes. "There is another one, but this one does not seem to be with them."

Natasha was starting to sincerely doubt this mission when a fast movement from the shadows caught her eye. By the way the twins perked up too, they surely had seen it. They followed the figure as it slipped through the darkness, almost losing track if they hadn't noticed that the guards were quickly dwindling in number. Natasha was growing worried, this was surely a highly skilled group of assassins. Pietro must have been mistaken. They were clean and efficient too.

All of a sudden a gunfight broke out below them. A figure completely clad in black, strolled casually out from the shadows with a pistol in each hand firing precisely at their targets. They confidently charged closer, unfazed as they greeted the gunfire. They continued to tear viciously through the crowd with a deadly mix of combat, bullets, and blades.

The workers had drawn their weapons by now as well, but they were quickly killed off with barbaric aggression. It did not take long for the floor below to become a sea of blood and lifeless bodies. One person remained barely alive, hanging on to his middle to keep his internal organs from spilling out from the wide gash. The attacker came to him, nonchalantly stepping over decimated bodies. They couldn't hear what was exchanged from this distance, only the choked scream that followed as he was stabbed straight through the throat. His blood spurting out like a broken faucet.

Natasha had been in this profession for a while, but she has never seen this level of unrestrained violence.

One person.

One single person had cleared out a base of approximately 30 people. Natasha was growing more and more worried. Clearly this person was at the very least an enhanced and even with the twins with her, they were not prepared to face someone powered.

What kind of bloodthirsty lunatic does this?

"You can come down now."

All three of them froze in place. Looking down, the attacker was staring right at them with cloaked eyes. Reluctantly and very slowly, Wanda used her powers to float them down carefully keeping a good distance from this murderer.

From this close they could now see that they were in full military tactical gear in what was originally all matte black, but now had an explosion of dripping red. Combat boots, fitted cargo pants, a long sleeved shirt underneath a tight bulletproof vest, gloves, a loose hood over their head, and a cloth mask around the lower half of their face.

"Should have known something was up when my team mentioned seeing a really fast man."

The shivers that travelled through every expanse of skin on Natasha, was a reaction to that voice. It sounded strangely familiar yet unknown, but something in her mind was denying her from piecing it together. The moment the hood was dropped to reveal their eyes was when she spiraled into a complete icy shock. They were eyes that had haunted her for the past ten years. Haunted all of them. The only difference was that the eyes in her memories were smiling warmly.

The bloodied face mask was lowered to reveal a face they mourned, unmistakable and yet completely different. White raised scars branched out like weaving vines from the right side of the neck to just above the jaw and the ears. They were obviously old and healed but still raised and prominent, adding an even more dangerous edge to the menacing look on their face.

Your face.

"Hello, Natasha. Pietro. Wanda."

10 years after they had watched you tragically perish in a burning HYDRA facility, you stood before three of a group of people you had unknowingly tormented all these years.

The earpiece you wore crackled to life. "Blackbird to Hedwig. I have a visual. Should I shoot them?"

You smirked. There was no need for that. At least not right now.

"Hey, Blackbird. Tell Raven I'll be late for dinner. I have a reunion to get to."

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Royally Screwed

words: 4.2k

pairing: chubby!stableboy!bucky x royal!female!reader

warnings: arguing, period (probably not) accurate problems, smut, fluff, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, power dynamics

A/n: dear anon, I’m sorry it took me 2 months to write this, I hope you’re not too upset. I changed the original prompt a little, I hope you still like it! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The wind is blowing through your hair, a cool breeze that relieves you from the hot summer sun. Your horse is galloping under you, his strong legs taking you over the loose ground. The rays warm your face, a welcome sensation. You missed this, riding through the afternoon, taking time to just live, all troubles and worries forgotten.

Admiral has always been close to you, your first horse and best friend since you were twelve years old, merely a child. The Arabian Stallion slows down to a trot on your command, the high grass tickling his side. You let your hands roam over his dark mane, feeling the sturdy hair under your fingers.

A single bumblebee flies ahead of you, its loud buzz making you smile. The scene around you makes your heart feel lighter, a warm feeling that floats through your chest. You let Admiral come to a halt and slide down from your saddle.

You trail your hand over the horse’s muscles, the short hair caressing your palm. His strong snout nudges your arm and he neighs, causing you to giggle, “You did so well, boy” You wrap your arms around Admiral’s muscular throat.

His scent fills your nose, it’s familiarity never fails to bring you comfort. The animal scratches over the earthy ground as the sound of hooves hitting the floor ripples through the air. You whip around, parting yourself from your companion. A little further away, you see two of the guards coming your way. Their horses are quick and strong, but they have nothing on your Admiral.

“Lady Y/n”, they yell out and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The men reach you quickly, panic in their eyes, “Your highness, you must remain in close proximity for us to successfully protect you at any time”, one of them states, trying to deepen his voice.

“Of course”, you smile at them, “it wasn’t my intention” A lie. You purposely mislead them to have a moment of your own, some quiet minutes of peace. The guards exchange glances until one of them shrugs. “We see. Now, it is of utmost importance to immediately escort you home. We shall keep you as safe as possible, your highness”

You sigh internally, but follow the mens’ orders without argument. Admiral snorts stubbornly, but reluctantly follows your lead.

The sound of birds singing and insects chirping brings you great joy as you gently rock back and forth with the steady trot of your horse. Unknowingly, these were the last moments you would spend outside of the castle for quite some time.

The guards at the gate salute as you pass them. The warm sun has kept you comfortable in the open where the wind was stronger, but you quickly start to heat up inside the walls of your father’s estate. Admiral soon comes to a halt in front of your mother. The woman is fuming as she approaches you, her face twisted into an angry grimace.

“Your father and I need to talk to you, young lady! You are in serious trouble”, her malicious voice hisses as you jump off of Admiral’s back. Your mother’s fingers wrap around your arm to pull you towards her, but a warm smile is on her face. A muscle in her jaw twitches and exposes her true anger. She speaks to one of your guards, but you can’t be bothered to listen for something has caught your attention.

A man has walked up to your horse to pet his head. He is gentle with Admiral, careful and loving even. You let your eyes rake over the man. The typical stable boy clothes are obscuring your view, but you can make out the bulge of his tummy, his big arms and thick thighs. His long brown hair falls over his face, some strands are stuck to his forehead as the sweat glistens over his face. This man looks like an absolute dream and you can feel your lips twitching up.

You begin to walk towards him, a giddy feeling brewing up in your stomach, but your mother pulls you back, “Oh no, you are not getting out of this one. Follow me, now” She drags you behind her and you wish to struggle against her grasps, but won’t dare to resist her. Not at that time at least. You take one last glance in his direction, hoping to see his face, more of him. You find his gaze, stare into the warm blue of his eyes before your mother pulls you out of his view.

A sad sigh escapes your lips, but you promise yourself to go and find him as soon as possible. The way he looked at you, sweet and shy, is replaying in your head, his sweaty form a picture in your mind. Whoever that man is, he makes your insides throb with desire.

Your father’s yelling rips you out of your trance and you look up to meet his vicious glare. He takes a deep breath with closed eyes and when he meets your eyes again he looks calmer. His hand reaches out to your face, cupping your cheek.

“My daughter, what am I going to do with you?”, his voice suddenly sounds sad, “Y/n, you know that you need to enter a marriage soon. I need you to be on your best behaviour, this is about your future. I only want good things for you” You rest your palm over your father’s, “I know, father” He brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “You’re so beautiful, my only daughter. I know this isn’t what you want, but at least let me make it as pleasant as possible for you”

You sigh and stare right past your father, “I already gave my word to marry whomever you choose, father” His hand falls from your face and wraps around your fingers, “I don’t want to hand you to anyone, don’t you understand? I want someone that cares about you” He squeezes your hand, “But you need to behave,Y/n. The men of higher status, they won’t accept an ill-mannered, rebellious women”

Enraged, you rip away from his touch, “I am not ill-mannered” Your mother gasps at your outburst, but your father smiles at you. He steps forward and grabs you by the shoulders, “I know that. Believe me, I do. But these other men don’t” A sigh escapes your lips, but you nod nevertheless, “Okay, father. I will do my best” He grins and it jumps right over to you.

Your father pulls you into a warm hug and whispers to you, barely audible, “I could not be prouder of you, my child” A warm, comforting feeling spreads through your chest and you feel like a little girl, no worries or problems, just love and happiness on your mind. You pull away from the hug and watch your father’s eyes crinkle.

Your mother forces a cough and directs a pointed glare at her husband. He sighs and turns to you, “However, your mother and I have decided to ground you for the next few days. We cannot let your temperament ruin your future. We ask you to stay on the estate’s grounds” This is obviously your mother’s doing. She always cared more about your standing and reputation, but you’ve learned to just accept her orders.

“Yes, father”, you nod at them, “Mother” A satisfied look settles on the woman’s face, hands clasped tightly. “You are excused”, your father rasps and you leave the room, a sour look sneaking onto your lips. Stupid marriages. All of your life, the fact that you will be married off as soon as someone worthy shows interest, has been hovering over you, a subconscious thought that drained your energy, leaving you exhausted and numb. You can’t believe that this dreaded day is moving closer so fast.

You enter your room and sit down on your bed. The mattress gives out under your weight and perfectly molds into a comfortable shape. You let yourself fall until you’re lying flat on your back and close your eyes. Slowly, the darkness and exhaustion consumes you ,hugging you like a warm blanket.

The shine of the moonlight dancing through the window rouses you from your sleep. The light has a slight pink tint and colours the dim room in a nice shimmer. A yawn escapes your mouth and you sit up. The cool air makes goosebumps appear on your skin, yet you feel drawn to it. Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. Surely, nobody would notice if you left for a little to see Admiral.

A grin sneaks on your lips as you wipe the nasty crumbs from your eyes. Quickly, but careful to remain silent, you dress in your warmer riding clothes, the training ones, not the dresses. Thick, warm leggings and a nice, comfortable pullover. On your way out, you grab a wooly hat to cover your ears, smiling mischievously.

Skipping, you make your way through the halls. A giddy sensation rumbles in your belly, the excitement of knowing you’re about to go on a ride. The door knob feels cool under your skin as you turn it to open it. The freezing air seeps into the kitchen, swirling around your body. Adrenaline shoots through your veins and your legs begin to move on their own, moving faster and faster until you’re running, your feet carrying you over the well known path.

You come to an abrupt stop when you see a small light in the stables, most likely a lit candle. Nervously, you sneak closer to peek around the corner. In the dim shine you manage to make out the features of the beautiful stable boy from earlier that day. His hair is falling free, framing his chubby face so beautifully.

A long sleeved linen shirt layered with a dark vest and brown trousers clad his thick form in such a delicious way. For some reason, this man made you feel things. To your surprise however, he is standing next to Admiral, gently stroking the horse’s strong, defined face. Weird, you find yourself thinking, Admiral usually does not tolerate close proximity with anyone but yourself.

That fact is seriously arousing. This beautiful man being so gentle to your hot headed horse is insanely attractive. Your heart fills with warmth the longer you watch him. He whispers into his fur, smiling adoringly at him. The stable boy’s big hands look so soft against Admiral’s fur, his thick, long digits massaging the strong muscles. You bite down on your lower lip, a sly smirk forming. This beautiful sight almost made you forget about the cold.

Your lungs fill with air as you take a breath of encouragement before you move out of the hiding spot. Making sure to move your hips extra seductively, you wander closer to the man of your desire. It’s easy to pinpoint the moment he notices you by the way his eyes double in size and his entire body freezes. The look of fear in his eyes tugs at your heartstrings.

Gently, you take a step closer to him, but he shies away from you, like a baby deer, scared and vulnerable. “Lady Y/n, I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to intrude”, he stumbles through the words, clearly afraid he upset you. You smile in hope of looking safe and not angry. “You’re fine”, your voice is gentle, almost like you’re talking to a child, “It’s impressive. Admiral really seems to like you”

He shyly looks up to you to gauge your reaction, nervously playing with his fingers. “He’s very beautiful”, the man whispers and tucks some of his loose strands of hair behind his ear. You grin, taking another step forward, “He is”, you reach out to scratch Admiral’s neck, “So are you”

A deep blush rises on his cheeks, warming his skin. You continue talking, eyes trained on the stable boy’s chubby face, smiling warmly at him, “So, what’s your name, pretty boy?” Nerves cloud his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, “James, b- but people call me Bucky”

“That’s a real pretty name”, you purr, “Bucky”, testing out how the word feels rolling off your tongue. Lower lip between your teeth, you reach out to touch his biceps. His strong muscles flex under your touch, but it feels soft beneath your skin. Your fingertips squeeze around him as a surge of want ripples through your body.

“I saw you with Admiral this afternoon and I could not stop thinking about you. You’re so good with him, it’s very”, you smirk and lean closer to him, lips right next to his ear, “arousing”. The whispered word makes him gulp and he feels himself twitching in his loose pants. He can’t deny he feels attracted to you, especially in these casual clothes that you’re wearing right now.

He’s been eying you for months now, always hidden away in the shadows or behind corners. He heard so much gossip, so many rumours that intrigued him, but your bond with Admiral really did him in. To see how caring and tender you were with the horse made him crave the same attention from you. He wanted your affections and love, almost like he needed them, but he knew better than to approach you. His family depends on his earnings, he would not challenge that security he could provide. But now it seemed like maybe he could have both.

The close proximity makes his heart race, your breath tickling his sensitive skin. You feel his nerves, so you move even closer, pressing your body against his. He tenses up, but shyly reaches for your waist. “I really want you right now, Bucky”, you whimper, pushing your breasts forward and up against his chest. His breath catches in his throat, but he somehow finds the energy to tighten his grip on you.

The feeling of your body against his further arouses him, a shiver running down his spine. With all the courage he could muster, he looks up at you, “I really want you too” Your hands run over his chest and grip onto the edges of his vest, “Then take me”

Pulling on the leather, your mouths crash together. His rough, chapped lips fit right onto your own soft lips, a result of your maid’s tending. The smacking sound immediately helps you relax into Bucky’s frame, letting out a little sigh. With newfound confidence, he traces your lower lip with his warm tongue, leaving you yearning for a taste.

You open up for him, letting him explore your mouth. He moans at the feeling, licking into you greedily. Little glimmers of want spark in your belly, nipples hardening as the simmering pleasure begins to grow. Your saliva mixes with his, tongues dancing together in an aroused display of want.

Just as you were about to shrug off his leather vest, Admiral neighs right next to you. Bucky shrieks, jumping away from you. You stare at him, a slight fear of being caught running through you before a grin etches on your lips, laughter bubbling in your chest. Bucky mimics your giggling, his eyes crinkling adorably, lips swollen.

Grinning you pet your horse once, but turn to the chubby stable boy to pull him after you. The back of the stable is dark, only Bucky’s candle serving as a source of light. You turn around, coming face to face with the pretty boy. The golden glow makes him look so beautiful, the breath stuck in your throat. It’s completely silent, only the sounds of your breathing audible.

You gulp, stepping even closer to him. Carefully, you take his candle and place it on the floor, close to a pile of hay. “Bucky”, you whisper, “please” He takes a deep breath, but closes the distance between you two, once again connecting your mouths. Gently, he grabs you by your waist, both hands feeling warm and powerful on your body. Your own fingers wrap around his neck, playing with his beautiful hair.

With tongues intertwined, Bucky closes his arms around you to lead you towards the hay, supporting your weight. “Wait”, he mumbles against your lips, reluctantly pulling out of the embrace, “Let me just…” With care, he shrugs off his vest and places it over the hay. A soft smile spreads over your face, a funny feeling whirling in your belly. You take the chance to take off your hat.

“Well then, gentleman”, a purring sound fills the air, “I could use some help undressing” He gulps, eyes widening in arousal. Slowly his hands find your hips, fingers sliding under your shirt. The immediate warmth that seeps into your skin makes you gasp, moaning lightly at the feeling. His digits trace your skin, gently lifting up your shirt so you can take it off.

His hands roam your exposed skin, exploring your body to his full extinct, feeling every curve and uneven spot. You reach behind your back, unclasping your sturdy bra. Bucky gasps at the sight, eyes trained on your exposed breasts. Your nipples harden, once more, under his fiery gaze and you gently push his hands towards the, your body burning for his touch.

The moment his palm cups you, a needy moan escapes you which spurs Bucky on to massage your breasts with more enthusiasm, toying with your nipples. Greedily you let your hands wander under his linen shirt, reveling in the feeling of his soft skin. The chubby rolls feel delicious under your touch, gending to your wishes. You hastily free him from the offending clothing, pressing your body against his.

Arousal and need is flaming inside you and you desperately press your lips together into a hungry kiss, teeth crashing against each other. “Please, I need you so much” He nods, breathless, and gently lays you down on his vest. You catch a glimpse of his tented trousers, saliva running in your mouth, the sight so delicious, especially paired with his big thighs.

Bucky’s chubby fingers work your fuzzy leggins down your legs. The cold air causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You hear him gasp when he looks at your exposed heat,dilated eyes transforming into a hungry stare. “You’re beautiful”, he groans, his hand cautiously travelling up your thighs. You nod as confirmation and Bucky runs two of his digits up your heat.

He traces your outer lips, your anticipation rising. You hold your breath, hands running through the hay that the vest doesn’t cover. Finally, he leans up and spits on your core, further lubricating you. He finds your clit and begins to rub gentle circles into it, a stuttered breath leaving your mouth.

Bucky trails down to your opening, carefully inserting two of his fingers into you. “Fuck”, he groans, pushing in further, “you’re so tight and wet” He starts to fuck you with them, slowly at first, then faster, his gaze set on you. The squelching noises fill the air, soon joined by your moans. Suddenly he hits a special spot and you arch your back, pressing into him as a loud, guttural groan leaves you.

Your gaze meets Bucky’s and you begin to move your hips on your own, “Please do it again, do it again” Your begging eggs him on and he adds another finger, his strong thrusts leaving you breathless. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, pleasure building up in your lower belly.

All of a sudden you feel something wet around you, followed by a suction right around your sensitive nub. You moan loudly, hands flying into his hair. His penetrating gaze meets your eyes and with an especially hard suck the coil in your tummy snaps and you cum around his fingers, your core grabbing him tightly. You feel him moan against you, but he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging the addictive high.

Finally, you regain your senses and push him away from you, too sensitive for any further stimulation. You look at him. He sits in front of you, his chin wet with your slick, chubby belly rolls folding into each other deliciously, his trousers tented with his obvious want. A smile plays over your lips, “You look so beautiful like this, James”

He perks up when you mention his name, a shy, but aroused glint in his eyes. “You really think so?”, he sounds so little your heart starts aching for him. “I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you”, you crawl up to him, hands on his cute little cheeks. You feel his breath graze your lips and lunge forward, mouth against his, tongues tangling.

One of your hands drops lower to cup him. He feels heavy in your palm and so nice. A craving awakes inside you and you squeeze him through his trousers, a lovely moan ringing in your ears. Your fingertips hook around the waistband and you pull all the bothersome clothing off of him. His cock jumps free. It looks delicious, hard and slightly curved to the side, thick veins running along the length of it. The bulbous head is covered with his foreskin, a trail of precum has made its way down some of it.

The sight of him is so beautiful, his thick thighs making you bite down on your lip. You bow down, one hand gripping his leg, the other slowly fisting his cock. You watch as the foreskin pulls back to show his wet, sensitive head. With one last look into his face, which is contorted in pleasure, you take him in your mouth, slowly sinking down on him.

He moans, hands cupping the back of your head. You suck on him, yearning for his cum, his taste .Fondling his balls, you become even more hungry for him. He smells so husky, so good, mouthwatering even. Slowly, you take him even deeper, your nose buried in the curly pubic hair. His hips stutter, pressing his length even further into your throat, a hearty groan leaving him. You splutter around him, your gag reflex kicking in.

Pulling off, you take deep breaths, spit running down your chin. “‘m sorry”, Bucky mutters, his own hand now wrapped around himself, fisting his wet cock, “It just feels so good” Your pussy clenches at his words and you lay back down, spreading your legs. “I bet this will feel even better”

Bucky groans at the sight and shuffles closer. He runs his thick head along your slit, coating it in your wetness. Managing to hit your sensitive clit with his cock, he groans, twitching in want. Gently, Bucky positions himself at your stretched hole and begins to push in. He moans, steadily spreading you over his cock until he bottoms out.

Sweat runs down Bucky’s face, pleasure and desperation filling him. He tries to refrain himself, but when you begin to whimper and grab onto his thick arms he crumbles. Bottoming out, his fat balls slap against your bum. Slowly he pulls out again, just to thrust right back into you. His cock is so hard and curved perfectly, he fits inside you so well.

The sounds of skin slapping and moaning is the only thing you can hear, sweaty bodies moving in unison, a play of mutual pleasure, need and adoration. Bucky’s chubby belly feels so good against you, especially paired with the delicious feeling of him hitting your spongy g-spot over and over again.

His hands are all over your body, grabbing handfuls of your breasts, playing with your nipples, holding your thighs and squeezing your waist. His moans and whimpers sound so delicate and sexy, almost serene and calming, but so arousing. The squelching of where your core envelopes him makes you arch into him, his chub so soft against you, yet his obvious strength makes you clench.

His length fills you so good, his hard, quick thrusts turning you on enormously. His fattened up cock makes you mewl, all the sensations adding up into one big coil of pleasure.

Bucky’s sounds grow louder, his hard thrusts faster, more irregular. His cock begins to pulse in you when he drops a hand to your sensitive nub, drawing quick, strong circles on it. Your body is on fire, spasming under the stable boy, your hips meeting his thrusts. You feel so close to the edge and when Bucky grunts, “You’re so good for me, you’re gonna make me cum” you fall over.

Your body shakes, yet you feel like you’re floating. A warm, fuzzy sensation enveloping you, like a soft blanket hugging you close. You feel Bucky’s naked skin against you, his fingers on your skin and his breathing against your neck, but you can’t open your eyes. He grunts loudly and pulls out, but you’re so blissed you don’t find the energy to do anything but whimper.

“Thank you”, he mumbles, his soft lips resting near your collarbone, some spare hairs tickling you nicely.

Slowly, you become more conscious and manage to blink, opening your eyes. Bucky is cuddled against your side, laying on the hay. His arm is wrapped over your waist. You spot his white cum on your tummy; It looks slightly dried and feels a little itchy.

You turn to look at him, a soft smile forming at his beautiful face. His long hair frames him so well, a delicate sight that makes your fingers itch to draw. Instead, you cuddle closer to him and close your eyes. You know you’ll have to get up soon, nobody can find out about this, but for now you want to enjoy this moment of peace and serenity for a little while longer.

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Glutton For Your Flavour (Obey Me: Beelzebub - NSFW)

Description: You’re about to become Beel’s next meal Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Spoilers for Lesson 5 of MS (hard). Please note potential trigger warnings: dub-con (as an inadvertent result of somnambulism), cunnilingus in two flavours (soft and rough), squirting and overstimulation, slight size kink, very faint hints of tetraphilia, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it blasphemy, slight fear (monstrous descriptions) Word Count: ~2900 words (~14 mins of smut & shenanigans) Author’s Notes: My very first fic for the Obey Me fandom! I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve recently started playing this game and the story and its characters are so amusing I had to write about it. This piece may not be to everyone’s taste, so please, please, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above and skip if it’s not your cup of tea. That being said, hope you all enjoy the read! 💕😆

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“Bad luck to be sharing a room with Beel, but what can ya do after he destroyed yours while destroying the kitchen, and all for a dumb custard! Be careful — he might mistake you for a snack and eat ya in the middle of the night, hahaha!”

Mmm.

The scene fragments, Mammon’s face wavering as his voice grows faint, consciousness seeping into dark corners like sunlight cutting through fog. And when you open your eyes, you can’t quite place where you are for a moment, straddling the line between dreamscape and reality.

Ahh…

You sigh. There it was again, the sensation so pleasant it had roused you from the deepest slumber.

Further blinking off the haze of sleep, you take in your surroundings: a large bed lying empty across from yours in a room almost cavernous in size and just as dark save for a candle burning low on a desk, the glow of its flame orange like the hair that was currently brushing soft against your inner thighs—

“BEEL?! WHAT THE HELL?!”

“So tasty…not…enough…need more…want to…eat…zzz….”

Eyes still closed, the demon’s face is shiny even in the dark, slick from cheek to chin with what must’ve been a copious amount of his saliva and your arousal, you blush to realize. And when he doesn’t budge even after a swift kick to the face, you are ashamed to find the Lord of Flies’ show of strength sending yet another throb to your already pulsing clit.

He does wake though, Beelzebub’s amethyst eyes opening wide before he falls backwards onto the cold stone floor to realize what he had inadvertently done in his sleep. And as the always-famished sixth born looks from the shredded remnants of your panties to the pool of wetness on the sheets where his chin had rested, he becomes even more tongue-tied than usual.

“I…uh…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…I dreamt I smelled something delicious and I was so hungry…and somehow I’m here, on the floor…I don’t even know…I-I’m so sorry!”

His cheeks grow so flushed they remind you of the red spider sandwiches he packed away during dinner, stuffing them two by two into his mouth until Satan smacked his hand away for trying to take more from his plate. The expression on his face is so full of remorse that even if you were angry, you’d be inclined to forgive the demon who was currently grovelling at the foot of your bed, swearing he would hand himself over to Lucifer and Diavolo first thing in the morning to be strung up and hung upside down for a fortnight, even (gulp) forgoing food for a day or two.

“Beelzebub…Beel…BEEL!” You shout, interrupting his self-inflicted tirade. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean it. You were sleepwalking. You don’t have to go to Lucifer and Diavolo about this.”

“No, I have to. My behaviour was inexcusable—”

“BEEL! Let’s…just…try to go back to sleep, okay? We have our midterm in Devildom law tomorrow morning and I really don’t feel like failing just because I didn’t get enough shut eye. So please, can we just pretend like this didn’t happen?”

Those orange brows are still furrowed when Beel finally lifts his head and nods. But then his gaze is falling again on the wet sheets and the shiver than runs through that larger-than-life body seems to send another wave of anxiety through the demon. He makes a mad dash for the door, murmuring something about getting a snack from the kitchen and “you can have the room tonight” before it slams shut behind him.

He doesn’t return for the rest of the night.

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The exam was so disastrous even Mammon didn’t bother sneaking another peek at your paper after the first two questions. And even if you had somehow managed to get back to sleep after last night’s ordeal, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that you were still distracted by the memory of Beel’s mouth on your pussy:

His long tongue, serpentine as it delved deep between swollen folds to taste you with gusto.

The way he rolled your clit between those plush, soft lips before sucking it into his hot mouth, over and over again.

The throbbing between your legs that refused to cease long after the Avatar of Gluttony had left the room you were temporarily sharing, sleep only forthcoming once you had succumbed and reached beneath the sheets to finish the job he had started, your moans licentious even to your ears as you pretended your fingers were his.

It was a pale imitation, of course. That much you could see for yourself, stealing a glance at Beel seated two rows down — quill twirling between long, dexterous digits when he wasn’t putting ink to parchment.

But those gigantic hands were just a small part of what made Beel demonically attractive, as if the word “small” could be applied to him at all: tall and built, there were times when even you envied the ease with which he maintained that perfect physique despite his penchant for shovelling enough food to feed all three realms into his mouth on the regular.

The same mouth which brought you so much pleasure the night before.

Ahem.

Clearing your throat, you pretend not to see the smirk that spreads across Asmo’s delicate face, hoping the lusty demon sitting just to your left wouldn’t pick up on the very secret thoughts you were having about his brother.

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[Private Chatroom]: Satan, Levi, Mammon, Asmo

Satan: This is going to sound crazy, but doesn’t it seem like Beel’s…hungrier than usual? Is that even possible?

Levi: OMFG! You should’ve seen the state of the kitchen this morning after Beel decided to camp out there overnight! It was a total war zone, like that epic battle scene in Vol. 5 of TSL lololol. Soooo good XDDDDD

Mammon: Hey! He’s gonna eat us outta house and home at this rate! Shouldn’t we stop him?

Satan: You do it, Mammon. Aren’t you always saying that there’s nothing The Great Mammon can’t do?

Mammon: …..

Asmo: Please, as if anyone — angel or demon — could come between Beel and a meal.

Satan: Why was he camping out there in the first place? Was there something wrong with his room? I don’t remember him complaining about anything since he got shacked up with the exchange student.

Levi: Not like he could, seeing as it was his fault to begin with and a direct order from Lucifer.

Asmo: Maybe we should ask her. I’m sure she knows something about what’s inciting his hunger judging by the way she kept staring at him in class today fufufu 😏 She almost failed her midterm because of it, isn’t that right, Mammon?

Mammon: ‼️‼️

[Mammon has left the chat]

Levi: He is sooooo transparent LMFAOOOO

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Gasp!

Pressing a hand to your mouth, you try to contain your shock at the sight that greets you when you peek around the corner into the kitchen:

Curved, ebony horns sitting majestically atop a head of disheveled orange hair. Thick, corded muscles that ripple across a broad back — readily apparently because the creature bent over a mountain of food on the ground was wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms, loose and slung so low over narrow hips that the sharp V defining his groin is visible even from the distance at which you stood.

Because this wasn’t quite what you were expecting to find when you made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night to search for Beel, thinking to approach him about the peculiarity of his recent behaviour: the way he now ate constantly and was less satiated than before, the fact that he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid you even though you shared a room.

In fact, he hadn’t said so much as another word to you after he gave you two dozen of his prized custards the morning after the incident, apologizing again until you had to be the one to make him swear he wouldn’t breathe a word of it to Lucifer. The demon even made a beeline for the door as soon as he saw you emerge from the bathroom tonight, fresh from a shower.

It wasn’t hard to guess where he was headed.

Even still, you tried to focus on your textbook, reading the same line over and over again as you waited for Beel to return so you could have a proper conversation with the demon you made a pact with. And when you could wait no longer, you made your way towards his favourite room in the House of Lamentation — silently, so as not to draw the attention of the eldest sibling.

But the growls coming from the direction of the open fridge this time sounded like Cerberus himself, enough so that you find yourself rooted to the ground, unable to take another step forwards or back.

You had never seen Beel like this before, tearing into whatever he could get his hands on with a savagery that made your heart stop. Teeth, lips and tongue devoured without second thought in a way that was simultaneously terrifying and…

Throb.

…arousing.

Suddenly, he stills, throwing his head back to sniff the air once…twice…and in a flash, he is upon you, towering over your head as he rises to full height — bigger and taller and much more intimidating than you’ve ever seen him before.

You should have been scared. Any person in their right mind would have if they found themselves cornered by a demon of Beelzebub’s calibre. But the hands that balled into trembling fists at his sides made you feel oddly secure, your deepest instincts telling you that not all was as it seemed.

“You need to leave. Now…please.”

“What’s going on with you, Beel? I just want to help—” You reach for his arm. He jumps back as if burned.

“I SAID YOU NEED TO LEAVE! I-I…can’t hold back…for…much longer!”

Handsome face screwed up as if in pain, Beel turns to put as much distance as possible between the two of you, squatting on his haunches with his head in his hands when he murmurs:

“I…I don’t know what’s going on with me. This has never happened before. I’m hungrier than I’ve ever been. I eat and eat and eat and it still isn't enough. The last time I felt satisfied was when…when…”

His voice dies down to a whisper.

“…when I tasted you.”

Throb.

Putting out a hand, you steady yourself against the wall, knees suddenly weak at Beelzebub’s admission. Or perhaps it was due to relief, the tension that had been steadily building in your strained relationship with the demon released to know that you weren’t the only one who desired to revisit that night’s events.

So you gather your courage, stepping softly towards the demon who crouched on the ground next to the lit fireplace, the heat radiating from the hearth warming the flesh you had deliberately left bare when you lift the hem of your night gown to expose yourself to Beel.

“What are you doing?! I told you, I can barely hold back—”

“Then don’t. I don’t mind, Beel. I…I like it too.”

Amethyst eyes darken as they look up into yours, orange flames reflecting off pupils blown wide. And when he speaks next, the deepness of his voice echoes in your body, as if its source were to be found within your own soul.

“Ask and ye shall receive. I won’t touch you until you do.”

Nipples hardening beneath your gown, the rush of heat that floods your core makes you shudder when you say,

“Please, Beelzebub…I want you to eat my pussy.”

Back hitting solid wood, you barely have time to gasp before you are pulled to the edge of a long table in the centre of the kitchen, a long tongue running up the insides of each thigh in turn before they’re propped up onto broad shoulders, Beel’s breath blowing hot on the space in between.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can hold back. I’m just…so famished, so desperate to taste you again—”

His words cut off in a low growl as he presses his lips to your folds, saliva dripping from his mouth mixing with the juices that already painted a glistening sheen on pink flesh. You fight to bite back a moan at the vehemence of his hunger, the sheer greed of his tongue — flicking at your clit until your back arched off the table, heralding the arrival of the cream that leaked only to be swept up by Beel licking from end to end of that swollen seam. And when that still wasn’t enough, you nearly swooned to feel that serpentine tongue penetrate, reaching depths that surely only a demon would be able to achieve as Beel sought out more of your flavour.

He buries his face deeper into your pussy, nose nudging your clit as arousal smeared over the entirely of his visage. The vibrations of his voice further stimulates your locus of pleasure, punctuating the lewd, wet sounds when he says:

“You smell so delicious. All the time. And tonight, when you stepped out of the shower…I couldn’t take it, not with the way your scent flooded my senses. I had to leave or else…this would happen.”

“Oh Beel…you should’ve told me sooner.”

Mind lost in a haze of lust and body boneless from riding out wave after climatic wave, you reach down a trembling hand without thinking, fingers innocently tracing along the smooth ridges of the onyx horns that lay against your abdomen.

Suddenly, his breath hitches at your touch and the Sixth Prince of Hell is throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a moan loud and deep enough to reverberate off stone walls, clattering stacks of dishes in cupboards and making you come once more — legs convulsing upon his shoulders as you feel a preponderance of fluid gush forth from your body right into Beel’s waiting mouth.

The pleasure was such that you’ve never known before, so good that surely, it must be bad in some way, shape or form. But you hadn’t the energy to ponder further.

No, the only thing you’re aware of when your vision goes black is that Beel’s mouth is still on you, feasting upon a pussy that continued to respond to the teasing movements of his lips and tongue even as you ceased to think.

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Cheddar. Pickles. Ketchup and mustard.

The smell is what rouses you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when you awoke in your own bed: mountains of cheeseburgers arranged on platters filling up every available surface in the room you shared with Beel.

“You can sleep for longer if you want. I told Lucifer you’d be skipping class today because you’re not feeling well. Are you…feeling well?”

Beelzebub lifts his head from where it’d been resting at the side of your bed, the rest of his body laid out on the floor as if he were guarding you like an oversized dog. Those puppy dog eyes, full of concern, didn’t help his case either.

“I’m fine, Beel. Better than fine, actually. I feel fantastic!” You smile, moving to sit up in bed. The demon springs from the ground, putting an arm around your shoulders to help prop you up, and your heart can’t help but warm at how protective he was being.

He breathes, relief flooding those handsome features. “I’m glad. I was afraid I lost control last night and had to carry you back. You were just…so tasty and…satisfying…”

Those amethyst eyes glint as they travel to the apex of your thighs, and all of a sudden, he is grabbing at those human world cheeseburgers, shoving them into his mouth two at a time.

“Have some,” he says between bites. “They’re my favourite and I thought you might like them too. Besides, you need to eat if you’re gonna keep up your energy.”

You reach towards the nearest platter, taking one for yourself. “Energy for what?”

Beel looks at you, expression completely serious when he says, “For the next round tonight.”

Throb.

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Listen…There’s so so little HelionxLoA smut out there🤧🤧 so naturally I came to the Queen of Vanserra/Spellcleaver writing to request literally anything you want to write for them, I just need content about them cause all we have is CRUMBS😭🤧

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Helion pulled himself out of the gleaming pool of salt water, blinded by the overhead sun. Meeting, meetings, meetings, he thought despondently, wrapping a towel around his waist. What good was being the High Lord if your time still wasn’t your own? Helion wanted to float in sunlight until his skin burned. He wanted to float until he felt nothing but oblivion, until he was one with the world.

Instead he’d sit at his desk and a stack of papers while emissary’s for whatever boring High Lord wanted to talk to him droned on and on about trade routes and taxes. Helion had hoped to never be High Lord, had hoped the magic might skip him entirely and then Amarantha, the cunt, fucked that all up.

Not that Helion didn’t still indulge, of course. Just not as often as he would have liked.

His bare feet smacked against the marble, still slippery from the water and he smirked at a gentleman who glanced at the towel hanging from his hips. He knew what they were wondering. What was beneath? Nothing, he thought with relish.

“Give me twenty minutes,” Helion told one of his advisors as he made his way towards his bedroom. “Who is waiting?”

“An emissary from Autumn, High Lord.”

Helion rolled his eyes. “Give me an hour, then,” he replied with a relish. It hardly punished Beron, given he’d sent one of his simpering, spineless courtiers in his stead and yet Helion still could not help but be petty. Let the courtier go back to Autumn and complain about Helion’s lack of time for them. Perhaps one day Beron would take the hint.

He flung open his bedroom door with a relish, intending to bathe and, afterwards, take a nap. Maybe eat after that, read a few chapters of his book and then, if he felt like it, hear out whatever Beron wanted.

Helion froze in place, eyes huge, hand still on the doorknob behind him. The Lady of Autumn, his lady, Amera, stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a flimsy, cotton shift that did absolutely nothingto hide her body from him.

This is a dream, his mind shouted. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d imagined her standing in his bedroom with those russet eyes filled with wanting. He reached for his side and pinched hard, waiting to see her dissolve into nothingness.

She took a step forward. “You’re not imagining things,” she told him, her voice somehow prettier than he remembered. He rubbed his jaw; aware he must look half insane standing as he was. Helion, unable to put together words, at least managed to lock the door behind him. Had he said an hour? Autumn’s courtier would go home unanswered.

“How?” He asked, fisting his hands at his sides. His eyes drifted towards her pert breasts, the rosy nipples stark against the near transparent fabric.

Her eyes sparked with amusement. “You haven’t heard?”

Helion’s knees began to shake as a smile spread across her beautiful face. “Eris is High Lord, now.”

“How?”

Mischief replaced her amusement. “How, indeed.”

“So you’re…” He couldn’t get the word out, couldn’t bring himself to say it only to be rebuffed. Centuries of waiting, of wanting, of yearning and now Helion needed her to say it.

“Yours?” She supplied. Finally, his body worked and Helion, unable to stand it a moment longer, surged towards his lady and yanked her into his arms. He meant to kiss her but his legs gave way and Helion knelt before her instead, hugging her middle.

“Stay,” he begged like he’d done many, many times before. She carded her fingers through his wet, tangled hair. “Please stay.”

“For how long?” She responded and Helion couldn’t believe it was real. It wasn’t really happening. He was dehydrated, still floating in the pool, fantasizing like he so often did. He squeezed her body, his hands taking on a life of their own as they began to slide the long shift up her thin legs.

“Forever,” he choked, catching the scent of her arousal before he hand the shift anywhere close to her cunt. She chucked over him, as though the scene unfolding amused her.

“Is that all?” She asked him and Helion growled, pressing his mouth against her thigh.

“No,” he replied, ripping the fabric bunched in his hands. She gasped but Helion would shred everything she brought from Autumn, every article of clothing, every pretty memento and, in time, every bad memory. He stood, ripping his way up to the neckline while she looked up at him with clear eyes. He’d forgotten how little she was in comparison and the urge to protect her flared to life.

She slid the sleeves of the now ruined undergarment to the floor, never breaking eye contact. “Is it as you remember?” She asked him, pressing a hand to his hard chest. He swallowed hard because no, she wasn’t as he remembered. Too thin, too pale…he could fix that.

“Better,” he said instead, sucking air in sharply when she pulled the knot out of his towel, letting the fabric drop to the floor. She cocked her head to the side, red curls spilling down her back. A smile curved over her pretty, red lips and Helion almost let her sink to her knees in front of him.

“No,” he all but snarled, catching her by the elbows. “Absolutely not.”

She frowned, opening her mouth to protest and while Helion would have liked nothing more than to feel her mouth around him again, he would have her body, or he would have nothing at all. He scooped her up, reveling in the feel of her bare skin against his own and swallowed any protest she might have offered with his lips. He felt fevered, hungry, and desperate for the female he spread delicately across his bed of white and gold.

He stopped his kissing just long enough to position himself on the bed, half covering her body with his own. She tasted exactly as he remembered, like roasted chestnuts and bright, sun washed apples and Helion was lost. He ran a broad hand up her thigh and over her stomach, over and over, reveling in the feel of her soft skin beneath his calloused hands.

Helion’s cock ached even before she reached between them and began to stroke. He groaned against her cheek, his eyes rolling back into his skull. Had anything ever felt so good? “Let me touch you,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“I want to touch you,” he replied, settling a knee between her legs as he cradled her face in his hand. “I want to taste you.”

She sighed sweetly, shaking her head back and forth as though the whole thing were infinitely funny and not something Helion had been thinking about for practically his entire life. Three centuries. That’s how long it had been since he’d last touched her, tasted her…really spoke to her. He’d heard her offer him forever, but Helion couldn’t quite believe it. Their time was always numbered, always stolen in between hiding from Beron and he’d learned to take what he could before she vanished again.

He needed her to feel good, to think about his skin against hers, his mouth, his everything. He needed her to miss him the way he missed her.

“Why not both?” She asked a moment before he caught one of her rosy nipples between his teeth, breathing hot air against her breast as he teased gently. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hips bucked gently, rubbing against his thigh. The radiating heat was enough to almost convince Helion to abandon his plan of slow seduction in favor of rough, near animalistic fucking. Next time, he swore, not convinced there would be a next time. He needed to hear her scream his name so loud Rhysand and Thesan would hear over the border.

Down, down, down, he slid, his tongue trailing a path over her pale, freckled skin. He parted her thighs as her breath caught overhead and Helion thought he might cry at the sight of her, spread out like his favorite meal. Mine, you are mine—

He brushed his thumb over her wet, pink opening, delighted when her whole body seemed to quiver at the touch. He ground himself into the mattress in an attempt to alleviate the ache building but rationally, the only thing that would satisfy him was her clenched around him.

“Helion,” she gasped overhead, the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life. He wanted to hear her say it again. He took his thumb and rubbed an excruciatingly slow circle over her quivering clit as he watched over. Her back arched in response, her eyes flying open.

“Helion, please,” she begged this time. Not enough, he thought to himself, circling again, a smile curved over his lips.

She screamed softly with frustration, her eyes locked with his. Beautiful, so fucking beautiful—

“Helion!”

That was good, he decided, in part because he was also desperately wanted to taste the arousal he could smell. He dropped his head and licked, replacing his finger as Amera fisted her hand in his hair.

“Better,” she half-gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

As if he could. He’d just begun besides, intoxicated off the sweet, musky taste of her arousal. Wet, he thought, his tongue sliding back down her cunt towards the opening he very much planned to be in just as soon as she came in his mouth. She was so damn wet it was driving him insane.

He couldn’t resist sliding his tongue into her body, his nose rubbing against her clit, to fuck her with his mouth. She writhed overtop him, her slick coating his face in the most satisfying way. To Helion, he felt the wet like a brand upon his skin, a warning to any other who might come near him.

Yours, I’m yours—

Back to her clit, his tongue skilled, his fingers parting her so he could have more, all of her. Helion was greedy and always had been. He hated the thought of sharing, of only getting the pieces she could give. Everything was available to him now.

He wanted it all.

“Helion,” she gasped again, her thighs clenching around his face. Helion smiled, his mouth moving faster, methodically, exactly the way he remembered. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling almost painfully to hold him exactly where he was. Her hips bowed off the bed the same moment a scream ripped through the pulsating silence, his name mingled somewhere between. He didn’t stop, riding her through and, perhaps, hopeful she’d let him keep going.

She yanked hard, demanding him to come back to her. He’d intended to slide himself right in, anticipation warm in his stomach but it was clear Amera had other thoughts. She sat up quickly, her eyes liquid flame, and pushed him to the bed before he could do little more than exhale.

She straddled him without a hint of hesitation, positioning the head of his cock over her dripping pussy. Helion cried out when she sank down quickly, taking every inch of him all at once. His eyes snapped open as she began to rock, her breasts bouncing in his line of view.

He was tense, taut with burning desire. It was all too much and Helion knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag it out the way he’d wanted to. She was so tight it felt like a second skin. It was all Helion could do but hold her hips, his fingers grazing the swell of her ass.

She dug her nails into his chest hard enough she was close to drawing blood. She remembered, he thought in a daze. He liked that edge of pain, the feral part of fucking that left gouges in his skin as a reminder of what they’d done. He couldn’t bring himself to bruise her skin, not when he knew she’d spent centuries hiding them. She could hurt him however she liked but Helion could not hurt her at all.

“Come for me,” he begged, so close he was hanging by a thread. He was counting in his head, trying to prevent himself from spilling though electricity hummed through his veins, urging him to let go and give in to the building heat that had settled in his sac. “Please, Amera—”

She came again, the walls of her cunt fluttering around him with intensity. He lost his control, roaring so loud he knew the Autumn emissary knew why he was waiting. His muscles locked for a moment as release poured out of him, his warm come spilling from her pussy back down his shaft to pool on the sheets below them.

He reached for her, still sheathed within her, and kissed her roughly, desperately. This had always been the part where she left him and Helion couldn’t help his terror. Don’t leave me, he begged silently. Stay.

She caressed his face, smiling as she looked down at his face. “You shouldn’t keep Eris waiting.”

“Let him,” Helion replied, his voice hoarse. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“I’m not leaving,” she promised but Helion crushed her to his chest all the same.

Forever wasn’t long enough.

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It’s So Easy

Pairing: Axl Rose x fem!reader

Words: 1,908k

Requested by: @teasid I hope you like it, hon!

Summary: You have been a personal groupie of Guns n Roses for a while now, and things can get a little heated when they invite you to take part in the It’s So Easy videoclip. (smut)

A/N: You guys know how much I love and relate to Axl, so I wanted to do something for his birthday as well. I’m sorry if it’s not good, I had a hard time writing this one… Requests are open until tomorrow, btw :)

Warnings: mature content, swearing and unprotected sex (use a condom guys)

October 10, 1989

It was an afternoon in Los Angeles and you were in a taxi, crossing the city towards the infamous Cathouse to take part in a video clip.

Guns n Roses had been back in town for a while now, their world tour was finally over and the band wanted to turn It’s So Easy into a music video, going completely against MTV’s standards, making something on the Guns’ style: groupies, sex and rock and roll.

You had to admit that you were a little surprised when you received a call from Axl himself, asking you to take part in the video. You had accompanied the band since early days, and had even gone with them during the US tour. But you hadn’t heard from any of them ever since they went to Europe in 1988.

But you’d never skip a chance to be in a Guns n Roses music video, especially with the little description Axl had given you through the phone. So here you were, entering the club, walking through the corridors while trying to find the guys.

“Y/N!”

You turned around, finding Duff and Slash not too far from you.

“Hey, guys!” You smiled as they walked towards you, hugging you.

“I’m glad you accepted the offer.” Duff smiled.

“You know me, I’d never say no to you guys.” Your smile growing bigger.

“Come on then, let’s find the rest,” Slash said, resting his arm on your shoulders and guiding you towards another part of the club.

Entering the bar area, you found the rest of the boys sitting at a table with an old man and two other girls, who you presumed were groupies as well.

“Good afternoon.” You smiled slightly before sitting on a free chair beside Axl.

“Y/N, this is Jack, he’s gonna be the director. And these are Anna and Pamela, they’ll be in the video too.” Duff pointed to each one of them.

“Hi.” You smiled at them, before resting your back on the chair and taking in the boys around you.

Izzy looked skinnier than ever, dark circles around his eyes along with his constant greasy hair. Steven’s eyes looked tired, but his smile remained there. You could smell the vodka in Duff from far away and Slash’s hair was longer than usual.

You weren’t the only one paying attention to the people around you though, you realized it when you heard Axl’s voice whisper in your ear:

“Your hair’s bigger… I like it.”

You turned your head, facing him.

Damn, how can he be this hot? You thought to yourself.

Axl had always been your favorite, of course, the others were great in bed and you liked them a lot, but Axl was different, there was something about the way his eyes burned your pupils that made you always have a weakness for him.

“Thanks, Ax.” You whispered back.

The two of you stared at each other for some seconds, the room growing hotter and everything around you slowly disappearing. However, someone’s voice caught your attention, making you look away from each other.

“I looked at the rooms and found some nice places to film. Let’s start in an hour, that way everyone can get ready… Let’s film the girls first.” The director looked towards you and the other two groupies. “We’ll film you girls separately, you’ll just need to dance in a very sexy way in front of the camera.”

“Pamela, you’re the white one.” He gave her a bag with clothes. “Anna, you’re in green today.” She nodded while taking the bag from his hands. “Y/N, you’re in black, you’re gonna make some scenes with Axl too.”

You felt Axl’s hand against your thigh, squeezing it slightly. You nodded, getting the bag and taking a look inside. You frowned a little when you found a red gag inside of the bag. You looked to your side, meeting Axl’s smirk, making you bite your lips in expectation for the scenes.

“We have to finish soon, they have to get the club set up for the gig later, so let’s try not to waste too much time getting ready, ok?”

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Not too long after that, you found yourself tied up, with a gag on your mouth, dressed in black leather clothes as Axl smacked your ass with a whip in front of the cameras. His hands would run through every part of your body, and even though the two of you were acting, you couldn’t help but get wet.

The longer the two of you stayed, doing scenes again and again to get better angles, the wetter you seemed to get, coming to a point where you had to squeeze your legs shut while the director watched the scenes to see if you would have to do it again.

Axl was in the same condition, he had been with a bulge on since the beginning of the scene, and that was just making your situation worse to control.

“Ok, that’s it. We got it.” The director said, and you nodded in relief.

“You can go and get changed.” He said looking at you, so you turned around and went straight to the dressing room, hoping there would be cold water there or even a cold shower.

“Hey! Good job with the scenes.” Pamela smiled as you entered the dressing room.

You nodded, reaching behind your head to try to take the gag away.

“Want some help?” She asked.

You nodded again, dropping your hands beside your body.

She giggled slightly, stopping behind you and opening the gag for you.

“Thanks.” You said, smiling at her while you rubbed your jaw.

“How’s it?”

“Uncomfortable.” You laughed.

“I bet it is.” She laughed with you while getting her purse.

“You going already?”

“Yeah, I have an appointment tonight, won’t be able to stay for the gig.”

“Oh, okay then.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye!”

You stopped in front of the couch, removing your clothes when you heard the door opening again.

“Forgot something?” You asked, thinking it was Pamela.

“Not really.” Axl’s voice caught your ears as he hugged your naked body from behind, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Hey." You could feel his bone against your butt, making you press yourself more against him, smiling when you heard him hiss.

“What do you say, Y/N? Let’s have some fun?” One of his hands went down your body, finding your already wet core and sliding one finger between your folds.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you took in the sensation of his cold finger against your warm clit. You wanted to reply, but your mind went out of words, so you just moved one hand to his hair, grabbing and pulling slightly at his strands.

“Is that a yes?” He gave you a dry chuckle.

You nodded in return, a weak yes leaving your lips.

He started kissing your neck, as he inserted two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and tug at his hair stronger. His lips leaving sloppy and sweet kisses mixed with hungry and harsh bites on your neck, while his fingers explored every single part of you, making a small moan leave your lips.

“So wet for me, already.” He whispered against your ear, and you could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

“Axl.” You moaned.

He removed his fingers from you, causing a whine to leave your lips as he turned you around, making you face him.

He cupped your face with one of his hands, while the other grabbed your hair, pulling you closer and closer to him. His lips met yours, sharing a dangerously hot kiss, full of desire.

You tangled one of your legs against his waist, smiling slightly when he let go of your hair to grab your leg, moving his hand slowly towards your butt cheek, squeezing it harshly before he started removing his clothes.

You let go of him, admiring his form as he removed the last pieces of clothing remaining on his body, biting your lips eagerly when his member was freed, rising up proudly.

“Like what you see?” He asked.

“Yes.” You smirked before pulling him in for another heated kiss.

He started moving you towards the dressing tables, stopping when your butt hit the cold piece of furniture, turning you around again, making you face yourself in the mirror.

“Lean down for me, doll.” His hand gently pushing your back, making you lean your upper part closer to the table.

“Are you still taking pills?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

You felt his cock collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making a moan leave yours and his lips. His hands found your hips, gripping at them while he started thrusting in and out of you at a delicious pace.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He smacked your ass harshly, and you were sure his handprint would be there for a while.

He increased his thrusts, making them faster and harder as one of his hands grabbed your hair, lifting your head a little, making a wave of pure pleasure run through your veins.

Through the mirror, you could see his concentrated face, the way his lips cramped and how sweat started forming on his forehead. You always loved how serious he got during sex.

You buckled up your hips more, giving him a new angle, allowing him to find your sweet spot instantly, making a loud moan leave your throat.

“Oh my God, yes!” You manage to say between moans as he took that as an incentive to start thrusting even harder on you.

After a few minutes you both were moaning loud enough to fill the entire room, your bodies were sweating and his repetitive moves against your sweet spot were making your walls start clenching around his member, making a loud groan left his throat as he pulled at your hair stronger, thrusting in and out of you, each time faster.

"Shit…. I'm gonna cum!" You said between gritted teeth, squeezing your eyes shut and taking in the pleasure that slowly started to take control over your body.

You felt Axl’s finger moving fastly on your clit, turning you into a mess of moans and sweat as your mind started going numb.

"Yes... cum for me, doll!" Axl said between groans, his voice making the deal as your legs started shaking and your grip against the table got stronger.

His thrusts became stronger and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax, moaning his name loudly.

He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too. You opened your eyes just in time to see him saying a lot of incoherent words and his face contorting in pleasure as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little.

The sight was a huge turn on, and if you hadn’t just hit your climax, you definitely would have now.

You felt jats of his liquids filling you as he cursed loudly before removing himself, stopping for a second just to see his liquids, mixed with yours, leaving your core, making his member throb.

“Fuck, I missed this.” He said, whipping some sweat out of his forehead.

“Yeah, me too.” You said, still trying to catch your breath as you got up, adjusting the mess Axl had made on your hair.

He turned around, getting a white towel and handing it to you. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You said, starting to clean yourself.

“Will you stay?... You know? For the gig?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he watched you.

“Yes, I will.” You smiled slightly.

“Good.” He smiled. “See you during the gig then.” He came closer, evolving you in another hot kiss before he left the dressing room.

I really did miss this. You thought to yourself

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