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Dom g!p wanda x fem!reader

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Disobedience

Pairings: Wanda maximoff x reader

Word count: 1595

Warnings: mentions of stoner Wanda, smut, Wanda has a dick, blowjobs, overstimulation, Dom/sub, mommy kink, think that’s all

Summary: When you arrive home late, breaking Wanda’s rule, she had to punish you

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Here you stood, staring at yourself in the mirror as you finished up the final touches to your makeup. You couldn’t lie, you looked good. A tight and silky red cloth laid over your body, it didn’t do a great job at covering your cleavage, but you loved it.

“Wanda! Can you help me put this necklace on?” You yelled out, the woman walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, staring at you with her lip in between her teeth. Her eyes landed upon your ass, moving closer to give it a harsh squeeze. You gasped, slapping her lightly but sternly on the shoulder. Her mouth landed on your neck, leaving love bites that made you hum in content. Her hand trailed under the fabric, grasping your inner thigh tightly.

“No panties? Is it my birthday or something?.” You moaned quietly when her fingers found themselves between your wet folds, rubbing gentle circles against your clit.

“Is this all for me?”

“No, it’s for my friend's birthday, the one I’ve been telling you about for the past week.” She paused, looking at you through the mirror and resting her head on top of yours. Her digits didn’t leave their spot, your juices coating her fingertips.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I forgot. I can go get dressed-” You cut her off before she could finish, shushing her with a finger to her lips.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to go. It might be best, you know how my friends feel about you.” You said, a hint of guilt in your tone. She sighed, it was obvious your friends weren’t the biggest fans of her, they didn’t like your dynamic. Wanda had always been known for her notorious acts, smoking weed, partying, drinking, just being a normal college student. You and your friends were different though. Student councils, the debate team, you were basically known as the goodie two shoes of the school. You never got in trouble, and if you did, it was because of Wanda. She often convinced you to skip class, party, basically do anything she wanted. You could never say no to that beautiful face of hers.

“You’re not going out dressed like that, at least not when I’m not there.” The way she spoke could’ve made you fall to your knees on the spot, but you weren’t in the mood for her games, you wanted to go to this party.

“Wanda, this is my best friend's party, I have to go! Look, I promise I’ll text you every hour so you know I’m safe. Besides, all of us are boring, we’re just going to have a few drinks and talk for a while.”

“But I don’t want you to leave, can’t you just stay home? With your girlfriend? I’m gonna be all lonely without you, baby.” She pouted, hoping you’d finally give in. You grabbed her hand, taking her digit covered in your slick up to your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it, your eyes fluttering shut as your muffled moan rang loudly in her ears. A popping sound could be heard as you let go, staring at her with doey eyes.

“Hmm, no.” You swayed your hips lightly as you left the room, saying one last goodbye before closing the door behind you.

It was nearing midnight when you finally got home, you promised Wanda you would be home by 11:00, you were fucked. You tiptoed over to your room, taking your heels off at the front door to limit the noise. Suddenly, a light turned on, illuminating the dark room.

“11:56,” She exaggerated each letter with a small pause. “I thought I told you to be home before eleven o’clock? Did I not?” You nervously chuckled, staring at the woman with some sort of hope she’d have remorse on you.

“Now, you deliberately broke my rules, and to top it all off, I see a photo of you sitting on that birthday chick's lap? Did she fuck you? Hm? Fucking tell me!” You shook your head faster than you thought was possible, gulping down your fears before speaking.

“N-no, she didn’t. We just wanted to take a photo, it was nothing more!” She got closer to you, something you didn’t know was possible, and wrapped her hand around your neck still littered with her marks.

“I bet you wanted her to though, didn’t you? You wanted that annoying mouth of hers all over you, over my cunt?” Her free hand went under your dress, cupping your heat like earlier.

“Did you not wear any panties for her? Or for me? Tell me baby, who owns you?” She whispered hotly against your lips, you had to fight the urge to lean in and capture yours together.

“You do, you own me Wanda.” She hummed, a large smirk taking over her face.

“And who owns this cunt? Who’s pussy is this?”

“You do! You own me Wanda, every part of me!” She nodded, wetting her lips as she stared down at you with hunger in her eyes. She gripped your arm and yanked you forwards, causing you to almost fall on the couch behind you.

“Strip. Now.” Were the only words that fell out of her mouth.

“But-” She cut you off, clearly tired of your bullshit.

“No! I gave you an order, you follow it. God, you really are trying to piss me off tonight, aren’t you.” Giving in, you did what she asked, staring directly at her as you removed your clothes. The dress was slowly peeled off, revealing your nude body. She eyed you up and down without shame, walking forward to place her hands on your hips.

“Fuck, still so damn sexy. You have no idea what you do to me baby, you make mommy so fucking hard.” She let out a small moan, placing your hand on her crotch where you found a large imprint.

“You feel that? That’s all from you, baby.” Your legs folded as you dropped to your knees, surprising the woman. Your fingers undid her pants, pulling them down as you looked at her with innocent eyes. Her boxers were revealed as you licked over the bulge ever so lightly, beating her at her own game.

“Mm, sweetheart, I need you to suck me off. Need your sweet little mouth.” Her head was shot back, the pleasure consuming her. The last piece of clothing was thrown to the small pile next to her, your hand wrapping itself around her almost immediately.

“Mommy, look at me when I jerk you off, look at your angel.” You pleaded. She looked down at you, using her palm to slap you on the cheek before stroking the now shaded red skin.

“Don’t tell me what to do, honey. I’ll watch you if I feel like it.” Apologizes left your mouth, your hand still continuing its motions. She replaced your palm with her own, slapping her throbbing length against your lips. You opened them slowly, letting the tip enter your mouth. Her pre-cum hit your tastebuds instantly, causing you to moan around her. She smiled devilishly before holding both sides of your head in her hands, making you bob up and down. Your own digits trailed up her legs, leaving goosebumps behind. Your fingertips tapped her balls lightly, grasping them in your hands as to cause her more pleasure. She couldn’t help herself, she forced your head further down on her cock, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged. Tears escaped your eyes at the feeling, no matter how many times you took her, you still found it difficult to deepthroat her.

“Shit! That’s it, gag on my fucking dick, cry for me you little bitch.” She loved the fact that you struggled to swallow all of her, it turned her on more than she could ever admit. Knowing that she was the biggest you’ve ever had, it just did things to her.

“You gonna soak my cock with your tears? You filthy whore, can’t even suck dick without mommy’s help.” You nodded around her, your eyes fluttering shut as her tip rammed against the back of your throat repeatedly.

She didn’t stop until she released, filling your mouth up with cum. And now, your legs were spread on the couch as she ate you out for the third time, not letting up even when you finished multiple times. You were overstimulated, she knew that too. And she loved it.

“Mommy!” You screamed as you came once more, panting heavily as you collapsed. Wanda let you relax for a moment, making you think you were finally done until her hands started prying you open once more. You whined, not ready to do this again.

“Mommy, no. I’m too sore!” She only laughed, she fucking laughed.

“Oh baby, you know I’m not stopping until you squirt in my mouth. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me, I won’t ask again.” You slowly complied, watching the territorial gaze she gave you before she dove back into your weeping cunt.

“Good girl, now shut your pretty ass up before I gag you.” Your eyes shut, her tongue running through your folds like an expert. You looked over to your side, seeing the small jar of weed she planned on smoking with you. If you just followed her rules, listened to her, you wouldn’t be here, your leg over her shoulder as she fucked you dumb. You wished you stayed home. But at the same time, you’re so fucking happy you went.

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peachhcs · 26 days

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how it all began -> podcast episode

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a small podcast snippet where samy and will talk about how they got together

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here are the small draft blurbs i wrote way back when i started this series that i told y’all i would share. i have a lot of them, so i’ll post them periodically :) this is from where i imagined will and samy talking about each other on podcast episodes they've invited to

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"alright, so give me all the juicy details. how did this next step in your relationship come to be?" samy laughed mostly to herself as she fidgeted with the ends of her shirt.

"i mean..i feel like will and i are like..the exact of every best friends to lover trope right now..like i feel like we fit all the stereotypes," the brunette began making the interviewer laugh.

"i don't know..i mean something in our brains just flipped. we only ever saw each other as like..siblings. like we had a brother and sister relationship with one another, but the more i think about it, the more i think it might've just been us suppressing those feelings and playing it off as a family dynamic instead," the girl giggled.

"were your close friends and family ever like..why the hell aren't they together?"

"looking back on it, there was one night when i was like..sixteen maybe? will had just moved to michigan for his development program and he hung out at our house with some of his friends and like..we all had a great time. we just talked and caught up and i got to know his teammates, but after, when they left, my mom..she had this look on her face. i didn't know what look it was at the time and so i was like why are you looking at me like that? she didn't say anything, but she just smiled and shook her head and now, i'm pretty sure it was her seeing the connection will and i had that we didn't even know we had yet," samy explained.

"i feel like there's such a beautiful thing about that though. it's like you guys weren't even trying to be in a relationship, but everyone around you two knew how special of a connection you two have and they were just like..oh yeah they're definitely gonna be together one day," the interviewer nodded.

"i know. i know. it is beautiful because we weren't even really looking for a relationship and..one thing led to another. i always see those posts that say relationships come from the most unexpected person in the most unexpected time," samy smiled.

"i mean you can tell us whatever you want, you don't have to say anything, but if you want, can you talk about like how it happened and what changed?"

"it was this past summer..will was finishing up his dev program and he was like in a different place every weekend so we hardly got to see one another, but he still texted me and called me whenever he could to talk about his game like we always did, so that wasn't unusual..but like i don't know..there was this thought in the back of my head like..i don't even know how to explain it, but it was like i got this feeling in my chest every time will texted or called me and i started realizing that he didn't do this with everyone. really only like me and his sisters. anyways, the draft rolled around and obviously i was gonna be there. my family sat with his family and we were all dressed to the nines. will was locked in, nervous about his pick, all of that. it wasn't until after where we just found ourselves just with each other in the arena and like..we looked at each other and i think that's just when we knew something was changing between us."

"you both felt that change right in that moment?"

"i mean yeah. he looked at me like..a little too long and i was like..oh shit, this is..this is a way different feeling than i'm used to. it wasn't until his draft party in boston when everything sort of..like came out. i can't give too many details, but we ended up talking that night and like..the rest just went from there," the girl laughed a little.

"and i mean, you two have the same collegiate number absolutely coincidentally."

"yeah, i think that was our final tipping point when we found out we got the same number. it was like the universe telling us, okay yeah, you guys definitely belong together," the brunette grinned.

"so is it hard being long distance and like finding out all of this stuff right as you leave for college?"

"yeah, a bit. it was kind of like a punch in the face. we get something good, but it doesn't last for long because will's now states away in boston and i'm still in michigan, but we're making it work. we call everyday and we text everyday. it's also easy because we know how one another works, so we like skipped all the awkward parts of getting to know one another and figuring out each other's quirks because we already know it."

"i think that definitely makes things easier like you said. you don't have to spend time in the awkward stage because you guys already had that growing up."

"yeah, exactly, but yeah, it's been fun opening this side of one another and delving into it more. he's always been there for me and i mean it's like we danced around one another until the time was finally right for our lives to mix together in that way."

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"so i don't know if you've seen the clips of sam talking about your relationship or not?" will smiled a bit, nodding to say he has seen it.

"i have and i mean everything she said was pretty spot on and i probably couldn't have said it better myself," the blonde chuckled.

"i don't wanna exhaust the subject too much, but i'd love to sort of hear your take on about the change and sort of realization about your relationship with her."

"yeah, just this past summer was when things just changed for us. she was at the draft in nashville with all of us and just like..it was really special having all of my close friends and family there watching me take on another big milestone in my life. samy's always been there for me, so having her there was really great. i think she said after i got picked we ended up in the arena with just us and we were talking briefly and like..yeah it just changed for us in that moment. i realized how lucky i was to have her there and that she took time out of her busy schedule to be there and support me and i was just thinking how no one else would do that for me but her," will said, his smile still painting his features.

"did you like ever have any past feelings for her in that way that you pushed away thinking it'd never be like that?"

"i think maybe when we were like..12 or something. it was like..peak puberty years so i had this thought in the back of my mind like..what if samy and i ended up as something more, but she never seemed into that ever. we were like siblings, so i kind of just let the idea go knowing we wouldn't ever be like that until it started just resurfacing this past year with her."

"i think i asked sam this, but were your close friends or family ever like..why the hell aren't they together?"

"well definitely my teammates knew way before i did. the first time they met her and hung around us and we went back to our places they looked at me and they were like: are you sure you've never thought about her in that way before? so they even knew before i had an idea. my mom at times was definitely suspicious and surprised that we never got together because i think she was secretly rooting we would at some point," the hockey player laughed.

"moms and friends always know. always trust what they say," the interviewer also laughed.

"i know, i should've listened to them more. even at sixteen where samy and i still saw each other as siblings they were skeptical. especially ryan. he was giving us eyes and anytime we hung out with her he was giving me these looks like you're for real right now? you have zero feelings for her? and i mean i thought our interactions were normal and i guess i brushed off a lot of them that looked flirty or came off that way and samy did too so that's probably why it took us so long to catch on."

"even though you guys are long distance right now, how are you two working through that while taking on this new territory of your relationship?"

"well, it's definitely easier because we know one another so well. it helps that we didn't have an awkward stage because we kind of already went through that when we were kids. plus, samy just makes it easy. we're very alike so we know why we are the way we are. she's always been there for me and i've always been there for her. we're constantly supporting one another and we call everyday just like talking about our days or games if we have them. if we can't call, we send like 10 voice messages explains our days. it's just easy because we know each other so well, so nothing has to be misread or miscommunicated because we already know. it definitely sucks we're not together like we were for two years, but it just makes seeing one another that more special when it comes around."

"that's really special. your relationship has always been really special to the fans who've been following you two for while now, so i know they love seeing you guys finally together. i'm sure they knew way before you guys did too," will and the interviewer shared a laugh.

"i'm sure they did. samy and i aren't the best at picking up clues like that," will chuckled.

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user1 OH MY GOD I CANT??? THEYRE BOTH SO ADORABLE AWWW

user2 IGE BEEN WAITING FIR THIS ONE!!!! i knew i knew i knew they'd finally end up together

user3 the best friends to lovers pipeline is so incredibly real

user4 WILL'S FRIENDS KNOWING BEFORE HE DID!!! god they must've been so painfully obvious back then to everyone but themselves

user5 golden retriever and golden retriever fr

user6 stop i love these two sm they truly did grow up together and seeing them try out a relationship is so cute i hope they work out!!!

user7 MY roman empire

user8 oh they're in love love

user9 them calling everyday is so cute oh my god

user10 THEM HAVING THE SAME NUMBERS UNPLANNED IS LITERALLY FATE AND DESTINY

user11 samy hughes and will smith make so much sense in my head

user12 THE WAY HE CALLS HER SAMY IS SO CUTE

user13 we need them in an interview together next!!!

user14 samy saying how will looked at her for a little too long and she just knew is so fucking real on god like i get you girl so bad if will looked at me the way he looks at her i'd fold immediately

user15 i love that they're so willing to share this with us bc we basically grew up with them too

user16 i'm actually obsessed with them

user17 THEYVE BEEN SOFT LAUNCHING EACH OTHER THUS ENTIRE TIME??!

user18 im definitely betting it was some sort of like drunk confession at will's draft party because samy said she couldn't get into the details meaning she couldn't tell the interviewer they were underage drinking GOD i love them sm

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astrobydalia · 4 months

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There's no 'perfect' synastry.

Of course there are key things and certain objective knowledge that is important to know or look at in an astrological analysis, that's what astrologers are for in these cases, but analyzing a synastry is way more complex than at seems.

When I did couple's analysis on their compatibility I never just jumped into the synastry/composite reading, I always started the reading with a brief analysis on each individual's chart first because you can't understand the real compatibility between two people without understanding the parties as individuals first. That's what made sense to me.

Everyone has different relationship dynamics that work for them and that's why there are so many dividing opinions on synastry all around. Everyone has different things they value in a relationship.

'Is venus in the 9th house synastry good or bad???' that question makes no sense. Just like it's very cleverly pointed out on this post, a person's planet landing in your chart is like you inviting a certain person in your house. Asking that sort of question in synastry is like asking if inviting a lawyer into your house is a good thing. The answer is 'I don't know, I can only asume there's some legal or intellectual connection but who is this person? Why are they in your house in the first place? What kind of relationship do you have?' etc.

Which brings me to my next point EVERYONE MANIFESTS THEIR PLACEMENTS IN A DIFFERENT WAY (I will repeat this over and over) so how a synastry plays out ultimate comes down to how those people are, how developed, etc. (that's why I looked at individual charts first my readings!!) You can have a room full of people who has the same placements landing in the same houses in your chart and making the same aspects to your chart but you will have different relationships with all of them because THEY ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE because again everyone has developed their chart in different ways, that's why it's important to understand this!!! Following up the previous analogy, not every lawyer is gonna behave the same in your house just because they're a lawyer, you know what I mean?

tl;dr CONTEXT. CONTEXT. CONTEXT.

#astrology #astro #astro observations #astro notes #birth chart #zodiac #astrobydalia #astrology observations

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pedriscroquettes · 1 year

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congratulations – pablo gavi

summary: a jealous gavi doesn’t help you move on.

warnings: toxic dynamics, cheating (reader is starting to move on but not necessarily in an established relationship), angst, asshole!gavi, & penetrative sex

listened to te felicito by shakira ft. rauw alejandro

you should’ve known that the dynamic between pablo and you would lead to nothing. even his friends warned you to end things before it was too late. even your gut kept telling you to leave before you fell.

but you never listened. your best friend said it was your worst trait growing up, it still was.

after about the fifth month of meaningless but wonderful sex you had managed to catch feelings for the midfielder. at first you decided it was best that you called things quit but then you got your hopes up like all the past couple of times with different people. he had started to take you out to eat, accompanied you to get groceries, and even got you a jersey with his name on the back. of course you didn’t know he had done the same to the other two girls he was sleeping with.

although you did end up finding out two weeks later at your birthday party. the birthday party that pedri had thrown for you. you vaguely remembered being so tired of wearing the mini dress you had gotten the day before and headed straight for your guest room where you kept your home clothes. instead of finding a comfortable hoodie you found gavi deep inside your now ex-friend.

pedri had to stop you from strangling the sevilla native that night.

pablo had blown up your phone for the next couple of days telling you how sorry he was. apparently he had forgotten how well you had gotten to know him because you recognized the texts as the same ones you had made for him whenever he had hurt pedri’s feelings. after about the second week his calls and messages started decreasing and soon enough you had blocked him on everything.

the next time you’d see pablo wouldn’t be months later but under different circumstances. pedri had been there for you throughout the whole ordeal and somehow both of you had managed to develop some sort of connection. you weren’t sure if what you felt for him was romantic or not but what you did know was that you were ready to move on. even if it was with gavi’s best friend.

you had walked in hand in hand with the canarian to the party anna, robert’s wife, was hosting simply for fun. it didn’t take long till you noticed pablo with a beer in his hand speaking to alejandro. quickly you shifted positions with pedri so that your back was now facing gavi instead of your face. pedri notices and instantly his eyes grow wide at the sight of his teammate’s glare at him.

“i think he wants to murder me.” pedri whispers.

“don’t worry, he’s all bark no bite.” you murmur.

you couldn’t help but turn around and look him straight in the eye. he had managed to somehow keep his good boy image in front of everyone else but not to you or pedri. you almost wanted to congratulate him with the way he had managed to play the role of innocent teenager this whole time. you also couldn’t help but resent the way his lips formed into a grin as if he was thinking the same thing.

you needed to head to the nearest bathroom, quickly.

“hey, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” you calmly told pedri.

the walk to the bathroom isn’t confusing nor long. you’d been over to anna and robert’s house plenty of times as they both always hosted an event for everything. you figured the bathroom they had in the basement would be best as no one else would be down there and you would have all the privacy needed to do.. well you didn’t know exactly you just wanted to get away from pablo’s threatening stare. he had been watching you as if you’d suddenly become vini jr. over night.

somehow the thudding of your heart is too loud to hear footsteps behind you. it isn’t till you go to wipe your hands that you see his reflection in the mirror in front of you. your mind is too hazy to come up with an idea to flee and part of your mind also doesn’t want to leave so you stay still. you wonder what he can possibly have to say to you right now.

“never took you for a perv.” you turned around to face him. “oh wait, i do recall you being very turned on having sex in my house with another girl.”

“i was drunk and high.” he tries to defend himself.

“pedri’s been high and drunk at my house and he’s never been balls in deep another women in one of my rooms.” you argue.

“so you’re comparing me to him now?” he scoffs looking away for a second before bringing his gaze back to you.

“no i’m not because it’d be an insult to him if i compared you. you’re not even half the man he is.” you try to insult him the best you can.

you think that if you can hurt him well enough he can feel the same way you felt on your birthday.

“you deserve better.” is all he could muster out.

“yeah? like who? you?” you laugh. “you didn’t even care to tell me you were fucking other people! i couldn’t gotten an std or some shit.”

“okay first i always use protection. second we weren’t even together but if you gave me a chance i could give you what you want. pedri can’t give you that.” he tried to reason.

“can you get it through your thick skull that i don’t want to give you a chance. after we met i told you that i didn’t like being lied to.” you tried your hardest to maintain your confidence in front of him. “the first thing you did was lie to me.”

“if i had known that i would’ve hurt you i wouldn’t have done any of the things i did.” he whines.

“it’s funny because all your friends, god even fucking robert, had warned me that you were only going to hurt me. i ignored them obviously because we were only having sex so i didn’t think their warnings to me.” you paused wanting your words to sink in. “you just treated me like any other one of your hoes and you want to know the worst part? i thought i was receiving the treatment i deserved. that eventually you would start putting my feelings first. but you know how it ends.”

“i’m sorry.” you wanted to believe him but he had caused so much damage with his lies you didn’t know what to do.

you just scoffed at his words remembering how you felt after finding out you weren’t the only woman he was sleeping with. you remember pedri thinking you had done drugs by how red your eyes were but you had to explain to him that it was just because of all the crying you had done. it was embarrassing really.

“i need you.” he begs.

no, you don’t. we don’t need each other, you want to say but you can’t.

“fuck off gavi. i’m finally starting to form a connection with someone and now you want to apologize for everything you did. leave me alone.” you try your hardest to not let your emotions overtake you right now.

you want to seem confident and aggressive but the tears forming in your eyes are one slip away from betraying you.

“pedri doesn’t know anything about you.” he stepped closer to you causing you to be trapped between the sink and his body. “does he know how your moans sound like or the way you grip the closest thing around you when you get eaten out?”

your body shudders at his words suddenly remembering how good he made you feel. he was an asshole but at least he knew how to fuck.

“i bet he hasn’t even touched you yet. no, he doesn’t have the guts. he’s a gentleman but i’m not.” he slowly creeps his hand on the buttons of your shorts. “tell me to stop and i’ll leave you alone right now.”

“stop, don’t ruin what pedri and i have” are the words at the tip of your tongue yet you don’t say them.

“don’t stop.” you regret the words as soon as the come out but you don’t say anything.

it’s a matter of seconds before gavi’s lips are on yours and you’re reciprocating all his wet kisses. he quickly places you on top of the counter and doesn’t waste anytime taking your shirt off. he spends a good minute admiring the way your black lace bra fits you perfectly. although that doesn’t last very long because his fingers unhook your bra and a second later it’s laying on the floor.

“you look perfect.” he murmurs.

a couple of months ago you would’ve loved to have heard that come out of his mouth but not anymore. not after all the lies.

“she the fuck up and fuck me pablo.” you state.

he takes the hint and doesn’t waste too much time on foreplay. unbeknownst to you he manages to leave a couple of hickeys here and there before he starts unbuttoning his pants. you really just want him to hurry up, you’d been down here for several minutes and hoped no one would notice your absence.

“woah, don’t you have a condom?” you ask bewildered.

“i’ll pull out. i did it all the time.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

now it’s your turn to not waste anymore time so you pull him closer to you. he carefully pulls your panties to the side before looking you in the eyes as if asking if it was okay. you simply nod and he kisses you again. the kiss isn’t like the others it’s sweet not agreesive and tender unlike the tough ones he gave you. although your pulled away from your thoughts as you feel him enter you.

you gasp at the feeling and so does he. he fits so perfectly and you realize that you’ll probably never get over him. gently he places his forehead against yours and kisses you once more before thrusting harder into you. he starts to set a slow and steady pace and soon your gripping his forearms. the way his hard length dragged into your walls made your eyes roll in ecstasy.

“fuck, you feel so good around me.” gavi barely manages to say.

you feel guilty at how good it feels to have him inside you. he makes you feel complete, a feeling you’re sure no one else will make you feel. you also feel bad because you’re sure that you’ve broken the soap holder that fell in the process of gavi placing you on the counter. but none of that matters to you right now because gavi is making you feel like the only person in the world.

his thrusts start getting harder as he gets closer to his release and the way you pinch harder into his forearms makes him hiss. he can’t tell if he’s in pain or pleasure, he decides on the latter. he loves being inside you but most importantly he loves pleasuring you and he doesn’t think twice if bringing his hand down to your core. he slowly starts circling your clit and you’re sure you’re about to cum.

“let go for me.” and you do. you cum and at that moment you realize that he will always have the uttermost effect on you.

“fuck, my dick is soaked.” he quickly pulls out of you, to your dismay, and releases on your leg.

you both take a couple of minutes to come down from your high and regain your breathes. you conclude that this is the best quickie you’ve ever heard but that feeling doesn’t last long as you remember where you are and who you came here with.

“wish pedri could see you right now. all fucked out because of me.” he’s smirking.

and it clicks. he didn’t miss you.

“oh my god has this all been some sort of sick game to you?” you scoff before grabbing the toilet paper nearby and wiping his load off of you.

“what?” he feigns confusion.

“you only fucked me because you’re intimidated by pedri, right? you’re not known as the teams starboy, he is. this was the only way you could get back at him. all your friends are right you’re an asshole and a sicko.” you quickly dress yourself ready to head back to the party.

“no that’s not-” but you don’t bother to let him finish you quickly head out and ignore all his pleas behind you.

when you get back to the party you head straight for pedri, who at first is delighted to see you but his facial expression quickly changes. he gently grabs all your hair and places it to the right side of your neck. your eyes widen.

“figured you don’t want anyone else here to see that mark on your neck.” you’re surprised at the calmness in his voice.

“pedri i-”

“it’s okay. we don’t have to talk about this here. just find another ride home i think i’ll be drinking a lot today.” he turns around and heads for the kitchen.

you can’t help but just stand there mortified. you want to go home but you don’t have a ride and no one will want to leave the party early. you curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation. but most importantly you curse gavi, the person who managed to break you. the man you wish you had never met. and the man you had to congratulate because even after this he’d still be viewed as the golden boy to his teammates.

#el classico today 😋#pablo gavi #pablo gavi smut #football smut #ash writes #request

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Hello there... first off, congratulations for the milestone. You are loved...so much so.

If I may, can I make a request for your 2k drabblepalooza... Kim Taehyung & enemies to lovers trope.

Thank you & I don't mind if you don't do this request because I'm surely gonna love everything else you put up.

aaaaah you absolute angel! tysm 😭💕

the one with taehyung and the rook

pairing: kim taehyung x gn!reader type: drabble | wc: 1.2k | rating: 18+ genre: not truly angsty, but idk ? au: chaebol, enemies to lovers summary: while others are playing checkers, taehyung is playing chess. cw: *groans* c*p*t*l*sm, toxic family dynamic implied, resentment, reference to nose drugs/alcohol/partying (not depicted), neither kth nor mc are truly great people™️ but that’s showbiz, baby!

For twenty straight minutes, you sat in stony silence with your gaze locked on the door ahead. As you did, you gripped the pen in your hand tighter, tighter, tighter. Your brain was steeped in bitterness, and you couldn’t focus on a single thing being discussed. Just the clock ticking above you, the empty chair beside you, and the unmoving cut of oak in front of you.

It was funny, really, in a fucked up sort of way. Your absence from the boardroom wouldn’t mean dick to anyone, but your presence was still expected. So, you sat.

Like always.

Second chair.

Everyone had said — correctly and for years — that you were the best suited to assume leadership when your father approached retirement. Though you were Choi Soojin’s second-born, you were the exceedingly competent and capable one. You were the least likely to take his empire and drive it straight into cold, dead earth. Everyone but you was able to accept the way shit like this worked.

Succession plans start and stop with the eldest.

That was the trump card, always. Even when the eldest waltzes into an eight o’clock meeting at half past, wearing yesterday’s suit, sweating out yesterday’s liquor, ready and able to tank tomorrow’s acquisitions by knowing fuck all about them.

When your autonomous reaction to your brother’s appearance left you scowling, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You were well acquainted with rage, so you knew immediately that this wasn’t that. Quickly, your narrowed eyes flicked over to your mother, whose sights were set on you. She never needed to bother with words; you understood precisely what that understated glare meant:

Excuse yourself to the restroom and wash that look off your face.

So, you did.

Halfway down the hall to your destination, you bristled for an entirely different reason. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall between two extremely rare, absolutely invaluable paintings stood one Kim Taehyung. You hated his proximity to those masterpieces not only because he could destroy either with a single wrong move, but also because he looked like he belonged there.

He belonged everywhere, even if he wasn’t welcome anywhere.

“Skipping out early?” He hummed, head lolling to the side as he flashed you a bright, white grin. “That’s not like you, sweets.”

You made the mistake of glancing at his casually crossed arms. The top two buttons of his ostentatious — silk — shirt were left out of the loop, and the weight of his forearms against the fabric left more of his obscene — sun-kissed — collarbones on display. Before he could catch you staring, you continued your downward glance until you reached the Gucci loafers pressing prints into the hand-knotted, antique rug.

“You’re wearing shoes for once,” You countered with a sharp tick of your eyebrow. With your tone as flat as your affect, your eyes flicked back up to his. “Guess we’re both acting out of character this morning.”

Taehyung snorted, more amused than anything else. To your dismay, the short list of things he was incapable of included taking a hint. He trailed along after you when you turned to walk in the opposite direction. Unable to help yourself, you continued taking potshots with every step.

“I’m surprised you showed up at all. Figured you would still be passed out in whatever bathtub Jaesang slept in last night. He was with you, wasn’t he?”

“Of course, he was.” Even without looking back, you knew Taehyung was rolling his eyes. Where else would he be?

You clenched your fists as you continued down the hall, now heading for the staircase at the opposite end. There would be crescent moons dug into your palms when you finally unfurled them, but for now, the pinch of your nails was enough to keep you from unzipping.

You didn’t get to unzip. You had to ghostwrite your family’s legacy while the future figurehead was off snorting powder off some undergraduate’s ass. You could, however, make your resentment someone else’s problem.

So, you would.

“Anyone with eyes can see that Jaesang wasn’t this much of a fuck-up until he met you,” You mused. “So, if you’re trying to ruin us, Taehyung, you should have been more subtle about it.”

It was impossible to tell which was sharper, your heels stabbing into the hardwood steps or your tone. He took it all in stride, just like he did with everything else thrown his way. For the record, you hated that about him, too. He had nothing to get worked up over because he had nothing to lose.

“That fumbling, sheep-in-wolf’s-clothing bullshit won’t get you very far, not with an international conglomerate on the line.”

As soon as you said it, you realized just how like your mother you sounded. That thought made you want to vomit, so you clenched your jaw and continued your ascent up the steps.

Taehyung took advantage of the momentary silence, albeit not in the way you expected. Suddenly, his hand flew out from nowhere and enveloped yours in warmth.

You stopped.

He started, “I’m not trying to ruin you.”

You turned, glare locked and loaded. It was gone the second you saw his expression. Under downturned eyebrows, his wide, umber eyes disarmed you immediately. Whatever was glowing behind them wasn’t the snark you were used to, and it was thawing that chunk of ice in the center of your chest.

It was funny, really, in a shitty sort of way. The person you were harshest to looked at you more softly than anyone else ever had, family included.

“I’m attempting to do the opposite.”

You swallowed, tried your best to look unaffected, and demanded, “Elaborate.”

“That thick skull won’t get you very far, not with an international conglomerate on the line.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward as he mimicked you, and you could’ve sworn he looked almost — fond? Charming, even, like he did when you met him; long before he became the co-pilot of your brother’s tailspin.

Halfway between amused and incredulous, your instinct was to cross your arms and shift your weight impatiently from one foot to the other. You’d have to drop his hand to do it, though. Not bothering to unpack that hesitation, you simply stood still and waited.

Your inaction wasn’t lost on Taehyung, who once again tilted his head to the side. Cute, you caught yourself thinking. He looked conflicted, like he had to flip a coin in his mind before he could decide how to proceed.

Eventually, he did.

“Your brother has a longer fuse than I expected. Seriously, I thought he’d have exploded by now.” Taehyung heaved a put-upon sigh as if his own deviousness was exhausting. “It’s been months of this playboy shit — and even though I’m dragging him down as quickly as I can, he still hasn’t hit rock bottom.”

Then, he shrugged. “Hopefully, I’ll claim the knight before the king checks himself.”

You blinked because you didn’t know what the fuck else to do with this admission.

“My money’s always been on the rook.” Taehyung winked, squeezing your half-frozen heart along with your hand. “Best piece for the end game, after all. Once the board’s been cleared out a bit, they’re damn near unstoppable.”

With a roll of your eyes, you scoffed, “What, is this you flirting? Actively sabotaging the incoming chairman? My own flesh and blood?”

With a wolfish grin, Taehyung leaned in and whispered, “Depends. Is it working?”

“Yes,” You stated matter-of-factly. “Yes, it is.”

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avemstella · 1 month

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I've been having a great time with this new patch (harbingers and Remuria, I was only ever going to have a fun time), here's some small rambling thoughts under the cut that aren't particularly spoilerly but just to be safe

Teenage father Arle, I'm in tears. She's a baby. I both love it and hate it, what is this pfft. Also because there is a very real chance that she became a Harbinger at 17, and Ajax has been stated to be the youngest person to become a Harbinger, that means he became a Harbinger sometime between age 14-16 (maybe slightly older if we bump up Arle's age because there is ambiguity there, but still). Of all things my fic to get right, honestly not the one I wanted because of the implications lol. 16-year-old Harbinger Childe, what a thing.

Also, people were always saying that Arle would be shitty because of Childe and Scara's voicelines, but I was always like 'yo those two are super biased they aren't the best source of info' and I like being right pfft. I love stuff like this, it's such fun character building for both parties.

It makes me really curious about Pulcinella, like there are two ways of reading his shit talking of Arle to Childe. A) he's got along with the previous Knave and is pissed she killed her so he's complaining to the kid he picked up, or B) he's intentionally isolating Childe from the other harbingers by making them out to be the worst. Also, could be a mix of both, and either way neither particularly paint him in the best light. Either way, super intrigued (though I personally hope there's nuance to him, we already have the Dottore/Scara dynamic that's just Dottore being the worst. Like don't get me wrong don't want Pulcinella to nessisarilly be a secret amazing guy (and I do like the Dottore Scara dynamic), but I think there's a balance u know).

Rip harbinger found fam u were too good for this world, though I will admit if we aren't getting that I do love a good political drama. I'm digging all the different Fatui factions and how they fight, but also work together.

Also, talk of Tonia rebellious phase makes me giggle because of future fic plans, and that's all I'm gonna say haha.

And finally Remuria! Okay this will be short because I've not had a lot of time this week and only just started that quest lol. But damn what I've seen so far is so cool. I love exploring this sort of thing and because I have a decent grasp of the lore has helped a lot.

Also this me being delusional, but me seeing the cat with heterochromia and how the ruins of Remuria were sealed under a Spring... looks at my Furina fic... (I know I'm delusional, but it brings me joy pfft). Furina is part of my Remuria exploration team for a reason haha.

But yes, I'll probably have more to say later (for example I'm waiting to unlock naturally Arle's voicelines/stories, though I have seen some talk of them), so stay tuned (maybe).

#avem rambling #this patch is so fun #also I am currently working and should finish up soon at long last the Neuvi fic first chapter #its coming along #then its venti fic which I was writing before getting sidelined by that inspo lol #then main fic #thats the plan we shall see if I stick with it

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lancerious · 6 months

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Blab about Lancer

Ah yes, always a grand idea :D!

I'm gonna try and keep what I say here reasonably fresh as I don't feel like repeating what I've said about the bounciest boi in the past, though if anyone wants me to repeat myself lemme know because I'll definitely do it hehe :>.

I just wanna gush about Rouxls Kaard in terms of Lancer for a bit, firstly because I haven't done this much to begin with, and secondly because I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THESE TWO. Rouxls I don't care how much you complain about Lancer it's obvious you care for the kid's well being and you SHOULD because said kid is a pure precious cinnamon roll who couldn't hurt a mosquito. Every time I see fanart depicting Rouxls as being a parental guardian of sorts for Lancer it makes me melt because it's so PRECIOUS, honestly keeping an eye on Lancer is one of the only things Rouxls Kaard is good--or at least decent--at. And you can't tell me the "Lesser Dad" nickname isn't adorable, if you don't find that adorable then you have issues. I don't know if I've ever brought up this "surrogate guardian" sort of thing going on between these characters but I am now! 10/10, both Rouxls Kaard & Lancer are too beloved for this world, 'nuff said. (<- I still prefer Spade King as an overall parent/guardian don't worry lol.)

Speaking of Spade King though, I really like the situation he & Lancer are currently in father/son relationship-wise. It is pretty depressing at the moment, but that's honestly what makes it work. I love seeing new family dynamics in Deltarune, something fresh y'know? It's an entirely different scenario with more recent characters. I know how beloved the Dreemurr family are in the UT/DR community, and they're amazing characters for sure, but I really prefer Spade King & Lancer's dynamic. It feels more REAL. The events themselves aren't that realistic ofc, but the emotions & reactions both sides have feel more reasonable. I'm not sure if this is even making sense and I'm going on a tangent anyway.

But yeah, back to Spade King & Lancer. I love how we're actively going to SEE both characters (hopefully) work out their differences and begin to mend that relationship. And we also will likely see how each side's current situation affects them, likely in more ways than one. Sure, both Lancer & Spade King are mostly hiding such things behind a facade, but you KNOW it's there. And THAT is what makes it so impactful. You know both characters are going through such inner turmoil, especially Lancer. His father literally hates the only friends he's ever had, and that puts poor ol' Lancer smack in the middle of everything. It's like that feeling you get when two close friends are fighting and you're the mutual third party, but multiplied SO many times. Honestly, I've said it before, and I will say it again; a breakdown of SOME sort HAS to happen to Lancer at some point. I doubt Spade King will have such a moment because Spade King, but he'll still feel it inwardly I'm sure. There is no feasible way a literal CHILD can carry on the burden of so much without crumbling under the pressure.

Which brings me to something that I admittedly have mentioned before, but I just have to bring it up again. Lancer has gone through SO MUCH for a child his age. It's doesn't matter what age you headcannon Lancer as: What he has and is currently going through are things NO child should experience, EVER. I'm not even talking about only the Spade King situation anymore, I'm talking about EVERYTHING. What makes all Lancer has been through that much worse is the fact of him being AWARE of it all. He's not oblivious, and he's not clueless either. He's ASTONISHINGLY observant, ESPECIALLY for his age. I would even argue Lancer is one of the most observant Deltarune characters so far, even if he never announces it. He certainly hints at it here and there, like when he told Kris, Susie, & Ralsei that the other Darkners aren't major fans of him.

This entire thing makes me think of a line Lancer said during his battle alongside Susie with Kris & Ralsei. The first time you, as the player, tell Ralsei to "give the final blow of kindness" to Lancer, Susie blocks it off so Lancer can't hear. And Lancer says he's "blissfully ignorant". Call me crazy, but I don't think that specific phrase was an accident. Of course, Deltarune is only a game after all, so it was Toby Fox who put that line in. But if we think about this through the perspective of Lancer himself, I see him stating what he WISHES he was. He WISHES he was "blissfully ignorant" from everything around him: knowing the fact of the other Darkners not liking him to dealing with an impossibly complex parenting situation and everything in between.

See, I think there's a very unique tragedy with Lancer. One that most characters Toby Fox has created haven't been able to replicate. Think of Asriel from Undertale for a minute. Asriel had loving PARENTS, plural, and he even got a sibling in the form of Chara for a time. Asriel's entire family was well-respected and loved by the other monsters, and for the longest time, Asriel didn't have a lot of burdens to bear. It was only at the short time leading up to & including his own DEATH, & what came after, where things started to go downhill. Asriel essentially had it all while he was alive, then lost it upon death.

And now, think of Lancer. I would say Lancer is the exact opposite of Asriel in this way. First, Lancer's family is a crumbled mess. He barely knows his mother--Queen--has a biological father in the form of Spade King, who was (and certainly is) likely not a perfect parent, and that really only leaves Rouxls Kaard as a somewhat decent parental guardian. Already, we see a major difference. And once we broaden our view and see both kingdoms with their citizens, well, Asriel and Lancer could not possibly be more opposite. There was not ONE Darkner Lancer felt appreciated by, save for those above him in power & position, which is really only Spade King (ignoring the other Kings when they ruled). The ONLY time Lancer felt genuine connection with others was the day Kris & Susie first appeared in the Dark World. That is IT. Generally, in terms of how his current life has been so far, Lancer's is far from ideal. Hence, Lancer & Asriel are opposites in this case.

I think I've run out of things to say as far as this post goes lol, and it's already preeetty long. Though, let's end this post on a high note! Lancer has actual friends now, friends who will stand by for whatever support he may need. Heck, if Kris, Ralsei, & Susie--especially Susie--were all willing to respect Lancer's wishes and attempt to resolve everything peacefully with Spade King in Chapter 1, who KNOWS what's to come in future chapters! I for one can't wait to see where Lancer's story goes :)!

Anyway have a random Lancer fanart image :>.

#WHEW this was long #i enjoyed doing it though! i love doing long posts like these #going over various characters and just spewing out random stuff is rly fun :)#ask #mutualio #needlessly long #deltarune

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lydiaas · 10 months

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Some of my unhinged thoughts on episode 6:

It was nice to get that flashback of “shitmas” between Susannah and Julia for some context, but I hope we get more because it definitely wasn’t enough. It also imo parrallels the relationship between Conrad and Jeremiah - I want so badly for them to be on good terms but it seems like it's always "one step forward and two steps back" and it kinda breaks my heart, especially after losing Susannah and Belly too, sort of.

“I THOUGHT YOUR SPECIALTY WAS COCOA” after Conrad leans over and takes a sip from Belly’s straw - omg, Chris’s line delivery and acting choices this season are INSANE. And even though this line happens differently in the book - the scene was SO GOOD.

Also I love that they both had green shirts on and Conrad’s kinda brought out his eyes.

When they're in the party store and Belly says they should talk about the “elephant in the room”, I totally thought Belly was gonna tell Conrad about how there is definitely something still between them, and I think Conrad also thought that because you can see his face/eyes shift when she brought up the funeral instead.

The attention to detail is everything - Conrad smoothing down Belly’s hair after taking the tiara off.

Jeremiah telling Belly how she was “mooning” over Conrad in the photo in the album, then later when Steven takes the pic of her and Conrad, Conrad literally cannot stop looking at her and she doesn’t even notice or wait to see how the photo came out. While Conrad is the one who calls her over to take a pic and immediately goes to Steven to see how it came out. Conrad is the definition of "heart eyes" to Belly while she is distancing herself from him, understandably, and moving towards Jeremiah.

At the start of the fight scene on the beach - “Leave me alone”, “I can’t” & “I’m not leaving you” “But you already did” - THE SUBTEXT , and a little foreshadowing imo of book 3 and a very specific scene that happens near the end

And near the end of the beach scene, for a second I thought Conrad would add “We do”, after he says “We did”

You're right about the great parallel between Susannah and Julia. Especially considering the dynamic between the boys and their dad. It's like watching a slow motion car crash with Jeremiah and Conrad. It is something I've always kind of struggled with when it comes to this show because the whole premise divides a family. I haven't read the books but have read summaries and even though there is technically a happy ending for the endgame ship it's really a very sad ending for 2 brothers? How do you recover that relationship after everything that happens?

The chemistry was POPPING this episode. The cocoa line with that look! FIRE. I agree that he thought the elephant in the room was the fact that they still clearly have feelings for each other. I know she's a teenager and insecure and has a lot of complicated feelings but it seems so obvious the Conrad is in love with her. The scene on the beach is going to keep me going for WEEKS! Lola and Chris are so dynamic together, I was hanging on every word. The whole "we did" is so classic slow-burn-never-saying-what-you-really-mean-angst but I still screamed at my tv.

#tsitp #belly x conrad #asks

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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Prologue

Billy Butcher x reader

(backstory for the Billy Butcher fic I'm working on, its almost at 20k words so idk if I'm gonna post it here or ao3)

Being one of the most powerful superheroes that vaught had ever created was’t an easy task. She had seen firsthand what it could do to people like Homelander. She had watched power and fame spoil him further than the scientists at the lab they grew up in ever could have. The cracks were always there, like they were with her but she always wanted to be better.

To the untrained eye she was a complete copy of homelander. They had been raised in the same lab. Their powers were similar enough, if you traded out laser eyes for fire powers. And they were both parentless children of Vought. She was significantly younger than the god-like hero, looking up to him as a standard of what she should be like when she was younger. He had always seen this and whether it was him seizing power or genuinely caring, he made sure to keep an eye on her.

Unlike him, she was allowed more freedom as she got older. Her temperament was more manageable than Homelander's and it was easy for her to keep her identity a secret, which allowed her to attend a regular highschool and take on a secret identity.

But she was not completely free from the Vought corporate machine, the deal was in exchange for a semi-normal life she would be the sidekick for Homelander, as he was early in his career and could use the help and positive PR. Due to their publicized partnership, lots of diehard fans speculated that there was some sort of romantic relationship between the two. In a way they were right, although nothing was actively happening between them there was a codependence that their dynamic was riddled with.

But, being the closest person to Homelander, she saw everything. She saw him kill innocents without a second thought and his brazen ego and bold narcissism. And even though she knew it was driven by an underlying insecurity, after years of being his sidekick she decided to pursue a solo career.

She still technically worked for Vought, but they had a very loose leash on her. The corporation knew they couldn't control her, and unlike Homelander she wasn't worried about public perception and fame. As long as she showed up every once in a while for PR she was free to live a normal life.

Despite her more normal upbringing, finding her place in the world wasn’t easy. Living off stipend checks meant she didn’t need a job so she wasn’t sure where or how to meet people and make friends. It took time but eventually she did meet a couple people who she came close with but there was always something looming over her relationships. These people didn't know who she really was. She had no intention of ever telling them either. Her life as a superhero would just complicate thiers and she didn’t see how that was fair to them.

Her friends were the type to enjoy partying. Being around the same age as her they were still in their mid twenties and they liked to get out as much as possible. This habit is what led to them being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night air was filled with tension and she couldn’t quite place why. A couple drinks in and things started to get bad.

A loud jarring boom interrupted the music of the club. It was seemingly an earthquake, or so they thought. With her increased reflexes, she quickly looked around for exits and to assess the situation.

Her observation drew her to a strange man in the corner who was not reacting to the commotion. She gave him a second look and realized she knew him. She couldn't place where he was from. He was too old to have gone to high school with her but too young to have been one of her teachers. But she recognized him from somewhere and the memories wouldn’t come back to her for some reason.

That gap in her memory, ironically made her realize how she knew him. He was one of the doctors from the lab she grew up in. She raced over to him and grabbed him by the collar. She pushed him into the wall and asked, "What the HELL are you doing here?"

He was a wuss and he quickly forked over the info. "I-I don't know man, the boss told us to blow this place up." She glared at him and her hand started to heat up against his chest, threatening to heat into a fireball and fry him to a crisp. He felt the warmth and started to panic. "Look it's about the back room, they're doing something back there, can't let anyone find out." She let go of his shirt and punched him in the face.

The back room was starting to crumble in the same fashion as the rest of the building, but she knew she wouldn't be hurt. The lab was filled with vials of blue liquid that were eerily familiar. Soon the building was in disrepair, she snatched a vial and left through a literal hole that had formed in the wall.

The next day was not easy for her. In her hastily exit she hadn’t bothered to make sure her friends were ok. She assumed they would get out safely since it was so easy for her but she always seemed to forget how fragile non-supes are.

When she arrived at their apartment with a backup key her heart dropped to see it looked exactly like it had the night before and there was no proof that they had returned home.

But even in situations where things seemed bad, she had a rational mind. She was stressed and exhausted but she still had hope. She headed out to the car and drove to the local hospital. Once she arrived she asked the doctors about the "earthquake" and if they had any patients matching her friend's descriptions.

The news she got was devastating. Two of her three friends had died and one was in critical condition. She figured it would be the right thing to do to go see her friend James but the nurses were hesitant to let her in because she wasn’t family. In most situations, she tried to keep her job out of every non superhero related matter in her life, but she really needed to get into this room. She pulled out her high security clearance badge from Vought hoping to intimidate the nurse.

The nurse nodded her head and left the room. Five nights passed and her friend James did not wake up. On the sixth night a doctor came in and told her he was in a coma. It was the final straw, her skin started to heat up at an alarming rate. Before it was too late she saw a flame start to form on her hand. She shook her hand frantically, as if that would help extinguish the fire. Once she realized that wasn’t going to work, she ran her hand under a faucet and took a moment to calm down.

The next morning she awoke to a strange man in the hospital room. He had dark hair and a beard. He looked grizzled and rugged. His otherwise dark ensemble was brightened up by a Hawaiian shirt but even his button up wasn't that colorful. He had an unreadable look in his eyes. At Least it would be unreadable if she hadn’t seen it before so many times. She remembered when Homelander's eyes became glossed over like that. When they became lifeless. When there was no longer pain, just emptiness.

The man spoke in a strong English accent. She couldn't place it, but it was strangely attractive. "The name's Butcher." He reached out his hand to shake, she took it. His hand was rough and calloused. She shook it firmly and smirked at him.

She leaned back in her chair and continued to inspect him. She had probably had one of the worst weeks of her life, but she couldn't help herself from smiling at him. He was good looking, no question about it. If she wasn't so upset she would probably be flirting with him a whole lot more. "Butcher, hm?" she leaned towards him. She asked him, "Is that your first name?" Then she winked.

He gave a half smile. She hadn't known him for long, but she could assume he wasn’t the smiley type. "It's Billy Butcher."

"Alright then, Billy Butcher." She tried the name out, it fit him well. "What the hell are you doing here?" she said to him in a less playful tone. It was less of a question and more of an accusation. After a week like hers, some strange man barging into her friend's hospital room was the last thing she needed. Even if he was a handsome smooth talker with an accent that was hot as fuck.

His small smile faded into a grimace. "Look, Love. I can't tell you here." He looked around the room and then back to her. He grabbed a receipt from his jacket pocket and took a pen from the table. He scribbled down an address and handed the paper to her. He lowered his voice and said, "Come to this address tomorrow night at 9:00." Then he left.

The next night she went to the address he gave her. In a normal scenario no woman would dare go to a random place just because some creepy guy she just met told her to, that's just basic logic. But, she wasn’t exactly worried about a rando who she could turn into toasted rando if the situation required it. Plus she wanted answers.

She found herself at some type of bunker, it was a less than welcoming place. Outside of the bunker, Billy stood leaning on a car with a flask in hand. "Oi! you showed up," he yelled at her from his spot in front of the building. That half smirk was back on his face and it was enthralling.

They walked towards each other at a relaxed pace. She spoke first "Alright, what is it you made me come all the way out here to tell me?" She asked with an unamused expression.

He put a hand on her shoulder and chuckled. "Let's go inside and sit down, there's a lot to talk about." He looked around and then up into the sky. He seemed paranoid, like he was scared someone was after him. They walked to the bunker silently. Butcher didn't want to say anything until he was sure they were secure.

Once they got inside Butcher sat down at a table. He handed her the flask he had been holding and remarked, "you're gonna need this for what I'm about to tell you." It was a kind but odd gesture, almost as if he wasn’t sure if she should be trying to comfort her or not.

She grabbed the flask from his hand and took quite a large sip. "Oh believe me, I already need it," she said back to him. She then took another swig and finished off the flask. He looked at her with a surprised raise of his eyebrows.

He first explained to her what the blue vials were. He told her that superheroes weren't born, they were actually made using compound V. He also told her that the reason the bar her and her friends were in got bombed was to keep it a secret. Vought didn't want anyone to know about their superheroes being man made.

She obviously hadn't told Butcher she was a supe. Her closest friends didn’t even know so of course there was no way she was telling this random guy who was clearly shady as hell. The news about compound V was a shock, even more so because it was personal for her. She couldn’t let this show on her face because it could expose her identity.

Realistically it was absurd to believe him, especially when his claims were so insane. However she saw something in this man, this was something important to him and he was telling the truth. Something always hadn't added up about her childhood, and seeing the scientist at the club was more proof that Vought was up to something.

So she listened to his conspiracy and when he offered her a spot on his team of misfits set on taking down Vought, she accepted. It wasn’t just the two of them though. He brought others to the team and eventually it became the real deal.

Although they weren’t sure about him at first, they recruited a mild mannered guy named Hughie. He had a personal stake in the fight against Vought because his girlfriend was accidentally killed by the hero A-Train.

Using his meeting with the company that was meant for litigation, they instructed him to plant a bug so they could listen into conversations at Vought tower.

This plan failed spectacularly and it ended in translucent tracking Hughie down at his work and trying to kill him. Him and Butcher managed to incapacitate the supe and lock him up. They created a device to kill him with the help of a witty French guy, affectionately nicknamed Frenchie.

They picked up another ally, called Mothers Milk along the way. From some overheard conversations she put together that Butcher, Frenchie, and M.M used to be part of another anti-superhero task force, called the Boys.

"The Boys" ended up reforming with her and Hughie as new members. Hughie brought another semi-member to the team in the form of his girlfriend Starlight, she was a member of the Seven and a fierce advocate for their cause due to the horrors she had seen working for Vought.

Overtime working with Butcher, her superpowers being unknown to him complicated her feelings. Despite having the same beliefs as them, Butcher was still at odds with Starlight and she was sure it would be the same for her.

The team was like a family and she had a complex relationship with all of its members.

She quickly became good friends with Frenchie. They both had energetic personalities and a good sense of humor. They would drive Butcher and M.M. mad when they were trying to get stuff done.

Hughie was like a little brother of sorts, even though they were close in age. He was certainly the most emotional member of the team. And he was also the least experienced with violence. When he needed a pep talk that was usually her responsibility and the courtesy extended both ways in the fact that he was often the one she came to with her emotions.

M.M. was more mature and composed than the rest of them. He wasn’t angry so much as he was determined, but he was still a little angry. She never had a dad so he was kinda like a father to her. He was not as fun as Frenchie and not as emotional as Hughie but he was pretty responsible and kept the group in check a lot of the time.

Then there was Butcher. Her and Butcher were very similar in a lot of ways. They had a shared sense of duty and a drive to defeat Vought that made them the de facto leaders of the team. Once they had been working together for a while, the other boys definitely started to notice they had a strange relationship. There was a near constant flirty banter between them that was impossible to miss. She also gave him the most trouble of everyone, being the quickest to oppose his orders or tussle with him. She also would also be the one to calm him down after a bad day.

The other members of the team spared no jokes about their relationship. When they fought, Frenchie would always remark, "Trouble in paradise. Butcher would yell at Frenchie and stomp off but every time without fail she would get flustered and then laugh it off.

She knew that her and Butcher would never be together for multiple reasons. He had lost his wife tragically and he was still hung up on her. Also he hated supes and she was one.

Despite all the reasons not to, she stayed with them and fought the neverending fight against Vought.

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #billy butcher the boys #the Boys #the boys amazon #the boys season 3 #the boys season three #homelander the boys #the homelander #homelander

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oceanmoonstarz · 2 days

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Yap about marauders girls’ friendship for us? As a treat? 🙏

I’m gonna yap so hard (had a busy week so sorry for the late response </3)

This is so fucking long holy shit… I’m also gonna post it separate posts I think so I’ll include them here and if you want the long version not separated it’s gonna be under the cut!

Mary & Lily

Marlene & Mary

Lily & Marlene

Extra Valkyries Headcanons

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【 Mary & Lily: 】

Meeting

For me, Mary and Lily actually meet for the first time at the train station.

Mary’s parents had to drop her off quickly to go take care of some other stuff and she was looking lost, trying to figure out how to get to the platform (not unlike Harry in the first movie).

Lily and Severus had been dropping together by Lily’s parents -who were adamant about walking her off, but she told them to go back as she was shy and didn’t wanna make Petunia more mad at her than she was- and so after a long embrace, Sev and her grabbed a cart and started walking together toward the right wall, as Severus knew the basics since his mom was a wizard.

With her lovely energy and bright smile, Mary accosted them when she noticed the familiars books and such in their cart and asked for directions. Severus could boast about his knowledge of the wizarding world and so the two girls ran after him, half giggling, half anxious, as they walked through a wall.

Upon seeing the train, they said goodbye, Lily knowing Severus wasn’t fond of strangers, and went to sit in different carriages.

(As we know that’s what when Severus and Lily meets James and it is not great, so they end up storming out)

They then looked for an empty carriage and after many full ones, were finally welcomed by a brightly smiling Marry, who invited them in. During the train ride, Severus was mostly silent, not comfortable with strangers, but made an effort to answer when Lily would include him in the conversation. For Mary and Lily, it was instant friendship! They realized they lived quite close by actually, Mary living in the next town, and that they liked most of the same things. Although Mary was more into fashion, and Lily into books, they found a common interest in cooking & baking, as well as in a curiosity for the world, now definitely concentrated on this entire new place.

Once they were sorted, the girls were so happy they were together, and when they got to their dorm, they chose beds next to each other.

The first night was scary for them, and in a weird attempt to comfort, they decided to put their beds next to each other. They did not move those beds for the next 4 years.

Dynamic

They’re very fem4fem. Lily is more a bookworm introvert, Mary more of a life of the party extrovert, but they both have moments where they need the entire world to be quiet.

Lily like to learn through books and research and movies, meanwhile Mary prefer to learn through lived experiences and exploring. If they were to plan a trip, Lily would be the one planning their itinerary to a T and Mary would be more go with the flow. Sometimes Lily forget to calculate how time a normal person takes to walk, eat and all. Mary always make sure the timing is right, even if that means skipping a few of the things planned. After a while, Lily would learn to put gaps and pieces and space between each step, and Mary would make sure Lily can see everything she wanted to see.

During the summer, they would both sleepovers to each other’s places for Weeks at the time. Cooking & baking, enjoying the sun and frolicking around in pretty dresses. They would stay up late and giggle until their parents told them to be quiet, then they would keep talking but under the pillows.

Angst

They end up disagreeing about how to take on the war, and even though they try to stay close, they simply grow very fast into different people. A few months after Harry is born, they end up growing closer again, but never make it to where they were before. Maybe they could have, if Lily didn’t die.

I also really like the idea (saw it on tiktok) that Mary end up fighting with Lily over Severus views when he starts to say his bullshit and they have a time where they’re really cold and distant because of it. Once Lily finally drop Severus, it comes to an end and they manage to go back to how they were very quickly, as they just missed each other so much.

Their song:

They listened to it one hot summer day while laying on the floor in Mary’s room, the radio next to them, and it hold a special place in their heart; bringing them back to this moment. That was the song of their second summer, always trying to find a radio post that would play Danny's Song.

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【 Marlene & Mary: 】

Meeting

They actually meet in the line for the sorting hat, as they came out one after the other, and so ended up sitting next to each other for the meal since people made space for them at the same time. They talked a little and you can see a relationship bubbling, but at that time, Marlene is really struggling with befriending girls and so it doesn’t really goes anywhere.

Their relationship strengthens when they discover they’re roommates, but Marlene is mostly spending time with James and Pete those firsts months of first year and so Lily & Mary really get close and she doesn’t really know how to include herself.

Dynamic

They’re very masc4fem. I think around second year, Marlene develop a little bit of a girl crush on Mary but never really act on it (and doesn’t even realize it really? She just think she’s jealous because she wanna be Mary bestest friend yk) and so it pass without affecting their relationship. Lily and Mary really teach Marlene like, girl friendship. The sleepovers, the giggling and gossiping, judging the boys because they’re immature, etc. Mary especially is the one that really introduce her to makeup and teach her, as she’s learning herself, which make them have some.. interesting looks.

After Mary date Sirius, they love making fun of him for that, because he was an awful boyfriend, and don’t hesitate to bring it up every time they want something (it works sometimes).

Marlene teach Mary how to fly on a broom, and she loves it, but not enough to join the team. They often go for rides on the weekend while Lily is studying. Once Mary manage to get them a mini radio and they figure out a spell to get signal, they attach it to Mary’s broom and spend hours in the sky listening to music and talking about everything.

One night, Marlene was crying about some family issues and Mary just joined her in her bed and gave her a hug before putting on a silencing charm as to not awaken Lily, they didn’t talk that night, but Marlene fell asleep holding onto Mary.

I think Mary develop a little bit of a crush on Marlene once she starts to express herself more. When she dye her hair, Mary start behaving weird but quickly get it together before it fuck over their relationship. There’s always the what if, but once they grow up, they realize they wouldn’t have worked out together and probably would have lost years of friendship along the way, so it is for the best.

Marlene and Mary stays quite close even with the war, as Marlene got a harder time trusting Dumbledore and really doesn’t wanna lose her friend. Mary on her side doesn’t feel as strongly about Marlene joining because she understand that this is fully her world and she can’t leave it behind, so the riff is less intense. When they talk, they don’t really mention the war or the order, but Marlene update Mary on how Lily is going.

Mary was the first person Marlene told when she thought about asking Dorcas to move in together, and Mary had to hype her up so she doesn’t choke and never address it lol

They would often go for tea time, Marlene introducing Mary to the wizard version and she loved it! They tried to go at least once every 2-3 months, even after they left Hogwarts. Marlene loved the cucumber sandwiches, they were her favourite, and Mary hated them, so the other girl always had double the portion because of it.

Mary brings back rollerblade one summer, and she end up teaching Marlene who becomes Obsessed with them. Mary brings her a pair as a gift after winter break, and they start racing each other’s in the corridors. Rollerblade are quickly put on the DO NOT list, by Minerva.

Angst

They don’t have much angst for me. They mostly go through school supporting each other’s. If they disagreed on something they would just not address it, and so other than very minor situations, they didn’t fight at all in the entire time they knew each other’s. Mary was there for Marlene when she was sad about her family, even though she didn’t have much context because Marlene wouldn’t really say why she was crying; and Marlene would support Mary through the rough patch with Lily and the bullying by Mulciber and Barty. The blonde would start hexing people on her behalf after 5-6 year, going to detention with a grin.

Mary was one of the last person Marlene saw before her death, and she was the first person -after the order- that Dorcas called to break the news before the papers can get a hold of the story.

Every few months, Mary would go to Marlene grave with tea and biscuits and sandwiches and eat there while telling her about her last news. She would always leave her a cucumber sandwich.

Their song:

It was literally changing all the time, depending on their vibe and how they felt about each other’s. Every summer and winter break Mary would come back with a new album and they would find their favourite out of it. One of their favourite to sing thought was Mr. Big Stuff because they would always sing it to Sirius lmao

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【 Lily & Marlene: 】

Meeting

They met in their dorms room. At first, they both didn’t reach out to the others, realizing they were way too different, and so most the first year was spent as just them being agreeable roommates.

Lily thought Marlene was kind of overwhelming and also friend with the marauders so she didn’t really have a good opinion of her, and Marlene thought Lily was just a little teacher pet, always in her books and super boring.

Toward the end of first year, Lily stood up against a Slytherin as Marlene was passing by and that made her realize there was maybe more to Lily Evans than she knew. She helped her escape before a teacher could see her and pushing her for hexing a student, and from there on they were on way more friendly terms.

When they came back for second year, Marlene couldn’t sit with James and Peter since the marauders sat together and so as she was looking for another spot, Mary and Lily invited her to sit with them (and Severus). They had a nice train ride back and in the end started the year on a way better note. They grew really closer in the second year.

Dynamic

For me, even though they’re really opposite, they have a lot of similarities. They both have family expectations to reach and a lot of pressure to do good in class, even though they have a very different studying technique. Marlene doesn’t need to revise all that much, but sometimes towards final she would sit with Lily and help her study by talking about the subject with her.

They didn’t really have an academic rivalry, as the subjects Marlene was getting the best scores in were really different from Lily’s; both being more interested in different classes.

They weren’t the closest, but they had an understanding of each other’s that Mary sometimes didn’t fully understand. When one of them would receive a letter from their family, they would often divert the attention of the group so the others can read in piece, or escape to not cry in public.

They never got really emotional with each other’s, mostly venting angrily than getting sad. Lily actually had more context on why Marlene was crying than Mary, even though Mary was the one seeing Marlene cry.

They grew closer when the war happened, both being in the order, but Lily had a deeper belief in Dumbledore than Marlene.

They were each other’s first kiss, but never told anyone and kept the secret to their graves (lol). It just happened one day when they were like 12 and curious and it was the smallest peck ever. It was basically an accident as they fell on the floor and kissed on the way down. They both never talked about it, and acted as if nothing happened.

Lily would always bully Marlene for being friend with James, and she wouldn’t really have anything to say for her defence because James grew super obnoxious after meeting Sirius.

Marlene invited Lily to her house one summer, and the red haired developed a summer crush on her older brother. She would always ask Marlene to talk about him in letters after that and the other girl would always make a show of being disgusted. By the time summer rolled over, Lily had gotten bored and so it ended as that. (She still, however, has the quidditch magazines and posters of him that she bought hiding under her bed, including one that she forced Marlene to ask her brother to sign for her)

Angst

There really don’t really have school angst.

Lily was devastated after Marlene death and was really out of it for a while after that. She’s the one who had to organize the funeral because Dorcas was so out of it. For a week, the black girl lived at their house and they would sleep in the same bed talking about Marlene. After the funeral, Lily never went to the cemetery again.

Their song:

They would sing Jolene ironically to each other’s all the time. The first time they heard the song they thought it was funny because Jolene kind of sounded like Marlene and the auburn hair could be Lily. The moment the song would start playing they were on the dance floor singing to the other. Sometimes they would point at Mary or James, joking that the other was taking them away.

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【 The Valkyries 】

Extra headcanons

☆ Roommates

☆ Thigh knitted group, wouldn’t let a man destroy their relationship.

☆ All equally friends but with completely different dynamics, if you asked them who their best friends was, Mary and Lily would probably say each other’s and Marlene would say Pete. That doesn’t mean that Marlene doesn’t feel included in the trio. Sometimes she jokes that she’s Marylily kids, when they had a big argument, she Really felt like a child of divorce.

☆ They would have sleepover parties every Saturday, because Sunday was the day Lily would take the afternoon off from studying. They would get food from the kitchen and play Mary’s record player. Sometimes they played cards, others than would braid each other’s hair or play with Mary’s makeup.

☆ Sometimes Lily would read them a story and Mary and Marlene would sit and listen entranced. That was when Lily would be fully confident, making different voices, moving her arms, she was spectacular to see. How much life there was in this adorable little red haired girl.

☆ The numbers were off and so they got one of the three person room. The last bed was used as a bazar and the closest was used by Mary who would always bring extra clothes so she could lend them to Lily and Marlene. The bed was full of books and art projects and random class reports (Marlene).

☆ In first year, Mary had asked the house elves to not clean their room because it made her feel weird, and so they would spend the morning of Sunday just cleaning up so the room would have a fresh start for the new week. Lily was the one making sure it would be done, Mary and Marlene would complain, but end up doing it while playing music and talking about the week to come.

☆ Marlene got really into Ancient Greece mythology after Lily brought back a book and would read only the parts about the girls, skipping all the rest. She especially cared for Medusa and Hated Zeus. Mary had little interest but sometimes Lily would told her some story so she wasn’t fully out of the loop. They all became Zeus haters and even made a club as a joke.

☆ After the marauders gave themselves a stupid name, they were all having one of their sleepovers and judging how stupid it sounded. Marlene said she would be way better at naming them if they let her, only to propose the shittiest name known to men. After making fun of her, Mary and Lily also gave it a try. They thought it was kind of fun and the conversation shifted to band names and so the three of them thought about how they would name their band; because, of course, they would be together. After a few fails, Marlene had the best, for the only time in her life, name idea, and said “The Valkyries!!!”. Lily quickly gave a definition of them, and Mary sprung herself from the ground to jump because it was a great name. They never said it to anyone, but secretly they would call themselves the Valkyries.

☆ When Lily discovered Abba one summer, she immediately showed Mary and they spent the summer saving up money to buy records player to bring back for Marlene. She Loved it and it became their music of choice anytime they would organize a party. Their favourite song was Honey, Honey because it was the first one they spent endless afternoons dancing to.

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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After reading this last chapter, I totally envision Daemon as someone who would really enjoy poking at Aemond just to get a rise out of him. Very pulling pigtails as you described it. That he’d even like the opportunity to tussle with Aemond. A little physical roughness would get him going. But I also see him as being completely horrified if he took it to far and his jibes or quips really upset Aemond. Then he’d be out of his comfort zone. Rhaenyra, on the other hand, would be a great comforter! But if she got mad, whoo she seems like the type that you’d realize you messed up. Anyway, that’s how I see them. I’m interested in your take. What do you think?

ooh yes i love and agree with all the points you made! i don't wanna just rephrase your ask, so i'll add something that's related. you've mentioned daemon would have to take care not to go too far with aemond; i think rhaenyra will also have to be more careful than she's been so far.

rhaenyra is used to dealing with daemon, who doesn't mind harsh treatment and even thrives in it. this is true for sex, where he's a masochist and probably doesn't mind being called things like "naughty" and "dirty" and "bad" (all of which would probably send aemond spiraling). but it's also true for their marriage in general. rhaenyra is willing to steamroll ahead on things without consulting daemon, because she knows he won't hesitate to speak up if she ever misjudges what he wants. rhaenyra observes this as early as chapter two, but we've also seen this play out in more recent chapters.

rhaenyra's also so accustomed to handling daemon that she's pretty good at predicting what might make him upset, and talking to him about it beforehand, like with aegon and jaehaera's proposal. still, she knows if she ever messes up, daemon will tell her.

aemond is... a whole other situation. he's much more fragile, both because of his unique traumas and because he's still very much in a position where his ability to consent is compromised. we saw in chapter twelve that he actually doesn't speak up when rhaenyra does something he doesn't like. and the fact that rhaenyra is publicly making decisions involving aemond without checking first proves she's treating aemond like daemon and assuming he'll correct her if he wants to.

so i think there are gonna be situations where rhaenyra errs on the side of too rough or too pushy with aemond, absolutely unintentionally, just because she's used to a partner who doesn't hesitate to let her know when he's not loving something and who usually wants that sort of treatment in the first place. this dynamic is present in all scenes with them rn, sex or otherwise.

i'll also add a disclaimer that i don't write sa. if there's ever a sex scene and a character begins to feel uncomfortable or triggered, the sex will immediately stop and an honest conversation will be had between the involved parties. so please don't get nervous that either daemon or rhaenyra will sa aemond in this fic! they're always going to react properly to hitting a boundary, but just won't always be great at avoiding hitting the boundary in the first place.

#tw: sa #ask #asks #answered #hotd #house of the dragon #fic #fic: stormbreak #stormbreak #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra #daemon #aemond #daemyra #daemond #rhaemond #aemyra

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cleric4vampire · 3 months

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the fear in my heart that i misclicked the 'unfollow' button because i glanced at my second monitor

I WANTYED TO SEND AN ASK NOT UNFOLLOW 😭

ahem anyways i jusst wanted to ask what you were working on i'm hungie 👀

hahahaha THE HORRORRR

thank you so much for asking this! it's always nice to talk about what's in progress because a lot of the time those things end up never seeing the light of day 👁️👄👁️

art: I'm working on an astarion thing that was supposed to be quick and then I got stuck so I moved onto writing oops! hopefully I can figure it out because it's a really juicy concept 👀 I want to say more but I shan't

after that I'm either gonna do a big act 2 thing of the party taking a short rest (aune, astarion, lae'zel, and minthara) and it's gonna be super duper cute because they'll all be sleeping except minthara who is begrudgingly keeping watch

ORRRR (and this is highly likely considering where my brain is at) I'll do a durgetash thing lmao. a ~clandestine meeting~ sort of thing with two panels - the first will be a typical meeting between the three chosen, discussing plans and such, and the second will be aune and gortash pawing each other in some dark corner right after the meeting *evil laugh*

writing: I'm supposed to be finishing a gale x lethe one-off that's 97% done but instead I've been working on. you guessed it. durgetash

jumping between 1) a short fic about pre-tadpole durgetash dynamics, and 2) a multichapter thing of durgetash first meeting each other as teenagers. a very cheesy (but also dark?) story about these two assholes getting up to no good one summer, then basically disappearing as they both go off to do their own things (mostly unaware of who the other person is); then meeting again a few years later during the "time go meet the leader of the rival cult and see if we can broker a tenuous alliance" and they're both like WTF IT'S YOU

misc: recently I've been finalizing a lot of details on various OCs and I figured it would probably be a good idea to make an OC page or something if I'm going be talking about them online. Otherwise it's WAAAY too confusing because they are growing in number 😂 but that is a very daunting task so instead I've just been going in the game to take pretty pictures lmao

(I don't keep tav!aune's saves in my game files so I had to magic mirror her from durge!aune. I was freaking out about being able to see her with freecam lol! because she's my first playthrough I didn't use mods so now my baby is looks more like herself 😭)

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stilldancewithyou · 2 years

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What are some things from the 2nd book you absolutely want to see next season, and why? I’ve always seen book 2 as a very intimate look at grief. It’s so sad, and I really think informs the decisions all of the characters make. I’m curious to see how they tackle that. I’d love to hear your take. I’ve been following your observations and always love what you have to say. 🙂

One of my favorite parts of book two was the way it showed everyone's grief, in as you said, an intimate way. As someone who has personal experience with grieving the loss of a close family member, it's really important to me to see the grief part done well and realistically, if that makes sense. It was done so well in the books, like even the way Laurel is in the background to sad to even remember to eat and just locking herself away in her office so Belly and Steven won't see her being sad just gets me and I hope they show that in the show. I liked that the books showed Susannah's funeral (despite what happened between Conrad and Belly there) and just how raw everyone's emotions were. You could really feel how sad everyone was. So I hope the show gives us that same intimate, raw look at grief, and carries it through into the 3rd season (bc you could tell how they were still a little sad in the 3rd book even though it had been a few years).

Thing I most want to see is Conrad and Belly's December night. I want to see him picking her up and waiting outside for her, giving her his sweater because she forgot to put her coat on, and I want to see all of their conversations in Cousins in entirety. I want to see how awkward and careful he is at first, sitting on the other side of the couch, and I want to feel how much they both want each other but he slows her down and is super gentle, just everything in that chapter on my screen please.

And the infinity necklace. Even though it's already been introduced, I hope it comes back for season 2 like in the book. I want to see her find it and be confused and surprised and put it on. I need that whole bit after Conrad catches her kissing Jeremiah with the necklace on where he asks for it back and tells her she knows what it means. I want to see how shattered his heart is in that moment. And then I need the entire motel scene. I hope they do that right.

I also want to see Adam being an asshole and Laurel calling him out and saving the house. And the dynamic sort of changing between Belly and the boys, the angst and jealous between them. Because for me reading how the boys slowly began to realize they both really wanted her and she wanted both of them cracked me up. And there were just some funny conversations between them when they were all at the house together. And the way they belly flop her before they leave I need to see too.

Idk I feel like the book is SO good and I hope they do it justice and maybe add some more flashbacks and things they didn't have time to add in season 1. Apparently Cam Cameron was on set filming season 2 and I wonder if Nicole and the other girls will be back too...my prediction is that there either simply just at the funeral or else they come to the party the boys and Belly have on what they believe is their last night in the beach house (at least that's what I hope their involvement is! I don't want a bunch of other/new plotlines and characters taking away from the story and plot).

The fact that they had a college set they were filming at makes me so happy bc the college scenes were so good! I hope they include the scene where they're out on the lawn and Conrad comes back from his exam and tells them he passed and is all excited and picks Belly up and spins her around and then Jeremiah is just looking on like 🙄.

anyway. I'm gonna stop there so I don't end up turning this into a novel lol.

#tsitp #tsitp season 2 #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher

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the-blivyverse · 1 year

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Ok! Character Info Dump Time!!!

I've had these guys rattling around in my brain and marinading in daydreams for a while now so I've decided to officially give them spots in the scrimblo roster.

First three are togther! The first two are actually even closer togther than the third one. Idk I just made them and ended up also giving them dynamics with eachother.

Warhawk <- placeholder name but I might make it a moniker she often is known by by others. I was also thinking Kaylus for her name cuz it means "troublemaker" but I'm still unsure... ) She's a highly intelligent highly skilled indivdual who goes around stirring up conflict between factions, be it by stealing important items, instigating gang wars/fights etc. I haven't decided why exactly she does this yet? But I was thinking she just does it out of bordem, becuase she's some sort of guns for hire, or becuase she just enjoys the rush of adrenilin that she gets from it all. Perhaps it's a mixture of all three. She's very much not a morall person though. Personalitywise, she's very level headed and calm most of the time, at least she is compared to her sole companion who's up next.

Weapons Dealer <- ALSO a placeholder name. Weapons Dealer is much more chaotic than her cooler counterpart. And by chaotic I mean absolutely unhinged. She has a very vibrant and animated personality unlike Warhawk and always has a bright smile and a wild look in her eyes. I've got more of an idea of how she looks unlike Warhawk. Her palletes gonna have a LOT of pink in it cuz idk it just fits her in my head. Like her hairs gonna be all pink. She has a very big passion for weaponry and LOVES designing them. She doesn't care too much about money. All she cares about is her employers lending her the necessary resources to create her massive weapons of mass destruction. She just wants to blow shit up. That's it. This is why she sticks around Warhawk; because, as she puts it, "She lets me do whatever I want"

This is entirely what Warhawk and Weapons Dealer's partnership is based off of. They find eachother equally useful. Weapons Dealer provides Warhawk with very useful and effective weaponry, and Warhawk provides many oppertinities and chances to build and test out her creations on whatever Warhawk's next target is. Easy to say, they are both walking a very fine line between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil. idk man I just wanted to make characters that are agents of chaos with zero morals ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Beastcharmer <- placeholder name~ I was thinking maybe Faunia for a name but idk yet Beastcharmer has the ability to befriend any sort of creature, regardless of how hostile they are. She's just very friendshaped to them I guess. She's also got a pet mimic named Nym who spends a majority of her time coiled around Beastcharmer's neck as a scarf(Nym can only change into inanimate objects). Now THIS is where things get interesting. Unlike the last two, Beastcharmer actually has morals. She's much more gentle than they both are and serves as their temporary moral compass. I say temporary because Beastcharmer is classified as a Heightened in their "world".

(I forget if I've ever talked about "The Inbetween City" <- placed holder name number 4 here before. I'm only gonna talk about the parts that are relevent to these characters in this post though so I guess if anyone is really interested enough about it, they can ask. Other than that, im skimming over this.)

So it's very dangerous to associate with a Heightened in the inbetween city since they are seen as incredibly valuable to a certain powerful party that oversees the city in its entirety. I don't really have a name for them so I call them HQ in the meantime. HQ has no quarrel in harming citizens that get inbetween them and their retrieval of Heighteneds so both Warhawk and Weapons Dealer are fully prepared to ditch Beastcharmer if she were to ever end up on the HQ's radar and become a target. Beastcharmer's abilities are concealable though so she's undetectable at the moment. Warhawk and Weapons Dealer think Beastcharmer doesn't know about this failsafe plan, but she in fact does. Why she continues to follow them regardless of this, she doesn't really know.

That's all I got for now. I've actually got one more character to talk about but I don't wanna make this post too long...

#warhawk #weapons dealer #beastcharmer #inbetween city #kaylus #molly #faunia

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bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though!

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation.

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;)

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target.

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all.

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved.

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex.

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?”

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs.

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him.

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.”

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained.

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?”

Be good?

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention.

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss.

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem.

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits.

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening.

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time.

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned.

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.”

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.”

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way.

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved.

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.”

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history.

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer.

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member.

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.”

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away.

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?”

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.”

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.”

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his.

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.”

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.”

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.”

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move.

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking.

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.”

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.”

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried.

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up.

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.”

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.”

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.”

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.”

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.”

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you.

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped.

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said.

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.”

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.”

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.”

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?”

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.”

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly.

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined — when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.”

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.”

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?”

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.”

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock.

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.”

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release.

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased.

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said.

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.”

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?”

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.”

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.”

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.”

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?”

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.”

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him.

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that.

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.”

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.”

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?”

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.”

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you.

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point.

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.”

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes.

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.”

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was.

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.”

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside.

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.”

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat.

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath.

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it.

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

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