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badaseyebags · 2 months

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private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 2 ⟢

fluffy, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

word count: 3k+ (phew)

warnings: very obvious power dynamics, just some making out, a bit of begging, lots of praise, lots of pet names, BADA CALLS HERSELF MOMMY!!!! aaaa

author’s note: i’m back 😳 i’m sorry that this took much longer then i expected, pls don’t block me 😞 i hope this is readable and not too disappointing @-@ i promise there’s actual smut coming soon! feel free to leave some feedback/suggestions! thank you so much for reading ♡ -booger 🍞

with one last glance in the mirror you gathered the remainder of your courage and slipped on your shoes, grabbing your purse with shaky hands. why were you so nervous? it’s not like you’re going over to her house to get bent over. you’re simply going to get tutored. unfortunately you remind yourself why you’re in this position in the first place, due to your lack of concentration during her classes. you sigh shaking your head, applying a second coat your favourite lipgloss nonetheless, just for good measures! was it too much? was it obvious you put in a little more effort than you usually do? would she notice? why would she? and why do you even care so much in the first place? she’s just a teacher after all..

she had texted you the address and you realised she actually lived a bit further, which is probably why she offered to come pick you up in the first place, not wanting to inconvenience her any further you politely refused. maybe you were starting to regret it knowing it’ll take a long time to get there by bus, and you’ll most likely be late.. late to your first ever tutoring class, what a great way to start. woohoo!

you put your headphones on, making your way into the bus and finding an empty seat all the way in the back. that way you could have some privacy to collect yourself before you meet her. actually.. that wasn’t really working and you began getting more nervous so you decided to pull out your notebook to mindlessly doodle for the time being. it turned out quite cute you thought to yourself, staring at the sketch, imagining those two figures kissing were you and her. oh no, you’re doing it again. you and your stupid imagination! and that’s not even the first time you caught yourself doing something so silly. you close your notebook shoving it back into your bag, just a few stops away from your destination. phew. time to actually collect yourself!

with wobbly knees you make your way to her apartment, palms sweaty as you smooth them over your skirt. 10 minutes, you’re 10 minutes late.. would she notice? she’s having a day off that she sacrificed specifically to help you, and you dare come late? oh no, you’re definitely screwed. you start panicking as guilt washes over you, practicing your apology in your head, accidentally ringing her doorbell in the process. fuck. you didn’t mean to do that just yet, you weren’t ready. if you’re fast enough you can just ru-

you heard the door nob turning, soon revealing a tall slim figure in front of you. “oh miss y/n! you decided to show up after all, and here i thought you didn’t need my help anymore” she teases giving you a half smile making your heart jump, not only due to you being late, but because of how effortlessly attractive she looked with her two toned hair tied back into a messy loose braid, complimenting her light blue button up paired with some slacks. not to mention the sound of her half groggy voice calling out your name and the way it slid past her lips so smoothly.

“h-hello mrs. lee i am so sorry for being late! i didn’t”before you could finish your apology she chuckled, shaking her head. “no need to apologise sweetie, i was just teasing a little. come on in, make yourself at home.” you blink up at her, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you just greeted her and messed up? damn already? was it because she called you sweetie?! god, you’re hopeless.

“i won’t bite.” she chuckled again, walking into her apartment leaving you with no choice but to follow behind her, timidly shutting the door as you entered. you swore you could hear her quietly mumble something under her breath, but you decided it was your twisted mind playing tricks on you once again. for the sake of your sanity. “here here, have a seat. care for some tea? coffee perhaps?” she pulls out a chair for you and this small gesture alone has your heart fluttering for no reason. you look down shyly, taking a seat and avoiding her gaze. “i..uh.. anything is fine, thank you.” you mumble trying not to keep yourself composed. she smiles nodding as she reaches for the jar of instant coffee. “i haven’t had my coffee yet, since i wasn’t sure if you’d like to drink some with me. do you like yours with milk, sugar?” was she calling you sugar or was she asking you whether or not you wanted sugar in your coffee? …and she waited for you to have coffee? yeah, as if. you need to stop being delusional. “miss y/n?” she glanced back at you knocking you of out your prolonged silence. “i-i would like both please.. i like my coffee s-sweet” you close your eyes in embarrassment as another stutter leaves your clumsy lips. you swear you never stutter. she chuckles in response as she prepares your drink. “we are quite the opposite, i prefer mine black.” she gives you a soft smile, sitting down across from you, setting your drink in front of you. you mutter a shy thank you as your hands reach for the spoon, mixing some sugar into the warm beverage. “oh that’s nothing, i usually make really good coffee but my coffee machine broke recently so.. instant coffee will have to do for now.” you nod quickly, fingers gripping the handle and side of the cup. “that’s fine! any coffee is good! i actually prefer instant it’s not like i know much about coffee anyways-” your lips are faster then your brain causing you to blurt out such a fact about you, which only made her smile wider. “oh we really are opposites, maybe i could change your mind once i make you a proper cup, hm?” you blush nodding fast in agreement, did that mean you’d be seeing her more then just this one time? you try to calm your nerves by bringing the cup to your lips, taking a little sip. maybe it’s better to keep your mouth busy so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“so y/n… just how much experience do you really have?” she also brings her own cup to her lips, eyes fixated on yours. your eyes widen, the coffee you tried swallowing getting stuck in the back of your throat at her question, resulting you in coughing out loud making her put her cup down and lean towards you in worry. “are you alright sweetie? was it too hot? did it burn you?” you cover your mouth, calming yourself down as you shake your head noticing bada is very professional and calm despite asking such a personal question.

maybe you are too shy after all and you should be more open when it comes to talking about your sex life. people do it all the time, it’s totally natural. you hear others talk about it all the time. but then again why would she ask you such a private question out of nowhere? maybe she’s just a very social person, this is how adults talk and there shouldn’t be shame. it’s not like you ever talked about sexual things with anyone, but you know others do. like with their friends, parents, therapists, lovers.. you just need to get over the embarrassment and step out of your shell, you could learn a lot from her, be as mature as she is, even when it comes to such topics. she sure wouldn’t judge you no matter what, she’s a teacher after all. “i’m fine! i’m just.. not too good at talking about such topics.. but i… well…i don’t have much experience… none at all actually. that’s really embarrassing to admit. others my age have already done so.. many times.. maybe i am really slow or something..” you chew on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your head up to look at her, choosing to look into your cup instead. if you could see your own reflection in the coffee you’re sure your face would be beet red by now. that’s when bada herself chokes a little as your unexpected response.

you totally misinterpreted what she was asking. she was asking about your experience on the subject she was supposed to tutor you on, not your sexual experience. did she give you the wrong impression? was she being too obvious with her interest in you? were her flirting attempts not as subtle as she attempted? no way, with how empty headed you are they probably flew right past you, she thought. well.. it’s not like she wasn’t curious about that in the first place, but she wouldn’t have asked so suddenly. however, she didn’t have the heart to embarrass you like that by correcting you and telling you that you misunderstood her question.

she just cleared her throat and went along with it. was she willing to risk it all? this made her want to corrupt you even more, but she can’t. not yet. you made her lose her composure. she needed to fix that and get back in charge. she won’t let it, let you, fluster her. “sweetie..there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. that’s exactly what i’m here for.” she decided to test out the waters, see if you were as submissive and truly empty minded around her as she painted you to be. her hand was itching to get a feel of your skin, she was struggling to fight it. she needs to take this slow she reminds herself, she doesn’t want to scare you away. but it seems like you’re already falling into her trap. your eyes instantly snap up to meet hers, to make sure weather you heard her correctly.

“it would be such a pity if you left without learning anything.. wouldn’t that make me a bad teacher, hm?” she furrows her brows in faux sympathy as her hand finally reaches out, gently cupping your cheek making you look up at her. you gasp at the sudden contact and your current situation. “oh y-yeah… i’m here to be tutored-“ you try to avoid her gaze, once again looking down in embarrassment. your nervousness made you think of studying again, which is the reason she invited you over. right? you must be totally misunderstanding this. you’re just being delusional, you tell yourself.

despite you both sitting down she visibly towered over you, not just in her height, but in her presence alone. you could feel her knees ever so gently pressing against your own if you weren’t trying so hard to distract yourself.

was she sitting so close to you from the start?

she scoffs in amusement, her lips forming a fake frown. “oh you poor little thing.. you really thought i wouldn’t notice the way you look at me during class? that i can’t see right through that pretty little head of yours? you’re a smart girl y/n, we both know you don’t actually have a issue with learning..” your cheeks heat up as you’re forced to meet her gaze that looks more intimidating then ever. she just exposed you. she knew it this whole time. you didn’t think your crush on her was that visible. your lips part to speak but no words come out making her grin. her thumb slides past your bottom lip ever so gently, almost knocking the air out your lungs. “i think.. you could do so much better, all you need is just a little motivation.” she hovers over you, her thumb now reaching the corner of your lips, collecting the remainder of coffee and bringing it up to her own lips. her eyes flutter shut momentarily, licking her thumb clean and savouring the flavour with a hum. “so sweet indeed..” she hooks her pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at her. chuckling softly she leans in further, her thumb stroking just below your bottom lip as her eyes trail from your eyes to your lips and back. “are you gonna let me have a taste, doll?”

you gulp, your own eyes focused on her lips, slowly nodding as you look up at her. “now now, wouldn’t that be too easy?” she leans in closer, lips near your ear. “you’ll have to be a good girl and ask for it.” your mouth goes completely dry as you gulp. your hands clutch a fist full of your skirt, tension so thick it could cut air separating you two. you mutter under your breath, scared your voice will betray you. “mrs. lee.. could you.. umm.. can you kiss me?” you shut your eyes tight, hoping she would kiss you then and there. instead you only hear a dry chuckle.

you open your eyes, attention on her as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, confusion painted on your face. “thats not how a good girl asks. not even a please? now that’s not very polite, is it? i’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.” you whine shaking your head. “no no i’m sorry! please… please kiss me?” you look up at her desperately. “aww you want a kiss that bad?” she coos cupping your cheek, smirking at the heat of it against her hand. you nod fast, leaning into her touch, totally submitting to her.

“use your words, tell mommy what you want.” she raises her brow, waiting for you to finally say it. your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now, heart beating faster then before as you stumble over your own words. “m-mommy?” you shyly repeat after her, eyes widening, cheeks painted red. you could see the shift in her eyes, and the way it affected her.

she closes her eyes for a little, biting her lip almost as if she’s savouring the sound of your voice calling her that. “how fucking cute.” she rests her thumb against your bottom lip, softly pulling it down. “doing such a good job begging mommy for a kiss…” you close your eyes tightly at her praise, almost whining from such a small action. she leans in, her lips just a few millimetres away from your own. you could feel her breath against your lips, covering your skin in goosebumps. she keeps one of her hands against your cheek, while the other rests against the top of the chair you’re sitting on. she gives your cheek a soft stroke before finally connecting both of your lips.

her soft plump lips smashing against yours felt like a reward. it felt like they were on fire, the way your lips burnt when she pressed her own against them. her fingers against your skin were so gentle, tracing the outline of your cheek, barely touching your skin as if you were made of glass. her lips were telling a different story as her kisses only deepened. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you loosely griped the fabric of her blouse. she felt you fidgeting and decided to slide one of her hands down to reach for your hand, giving them a soft squeeze before wrapping them around her neck. this gave her the opportunity to drag her hands down your body as she scooped you up in her arms. without breaking the kiss she lifted you and placed you on the table next to her, making you wrap your arms around her tighter. she experimentally dragged her tongue against your bottom lip so gently, your lips parted in surprise. she smirked sneaking her tongue inside your parted lips that granted her access. you let out a little whimper at the feeling of your tongues gliding against each other. you could almost taste the bitterness of the coffee aftertaste mixing with your sweet one and for once, it was delicious. you were everything she wanted and she wanted.. needed more. eager to be closer to you, one of her hands slid down your thigh, slightly parting them as she pushed herself in between, she just couldn’t get enough. with one of her large hands hand stroking the outer side of your thigh, and other one playing with your hair you couldn’t help but shiver in her touch. it was like she was devouring you whole. your body feeling so soft and tiny pressed up against hers. it was driving her insane. she pulled away breathing heavy, admiring your flushed face and slightly messed up hair, remainders of your lipstick smeared all over your lips as you look at her with what she could only describe as hearts in your eyes.

fuck, she’s so screwed. she knows it’s over for her. you wrapped her around your pretty little finger and you didn’t even know about it. heck, you didn’t even have to do anything. you submit to her so easily and that was more then she needed. there’s no way she could just return to just being your teacher, she had to make you hers. you pout slightly as she pulls away, already reaching for her, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. you got her heart beating as hard as she made yours. subconsciously shivering in her arms. as she leans in placing gentle pecks on your lips followed by your cheeks, so much more gentle and affectionate then she was just moments ago. “mommy has to stop before she gets too greedy..” you breathe out as she cleans your messed up lips with her thumb, knowing what she meant you nod, still leaning into her touch. she pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling you into her embrace, your head in her chest, hands soothing your back.

“let me drive you home precious, it’s way too late for you to be going out on your own.” she gently pats your head, before she realises. “you didn’t bring any jacket with you?” you shake your head at her question, once again fidgeting with your skirt, slightly swinging your feet back and forth as they dangled off the table. “i’m not letting you leave like this.” you blush looking up at her as she brings you her sweater that is much bigger on you then it is on her. she taps your arms signalling you to raise them which you do, making her smile as she dresses you up. “how cute..” she admires you for a moment, fighting back the urge to squeeze you in her arms before offering you her hand which you accept as she helps you off the table. unable to keep her hands off you, she’s smoothing her hands over your clothes in attempt to fix them. “are you ready to go, pretty girl?” she pecks your nose, grabbing her keys as she grabs your hand. you giggle nodding as your heart flutters at her treatment, clinging onto her arm, letting you guide you to her car.

of course she opened the door for you and closed it after you sat down before she got in herself. of course she told you to keep the sweater because she wants to see you in it more often. of course she told you to keep this a secret as she pecked your forehead goodbye. of course your head was filled with nothing but her as you laid in your bed, wearing nothing but her sweater as you drifted into slumber, hoping you could see her even in your dreams, the scenes from earlier on repeat. you were starting to really look forward to these private lessons..

#bada lee smut #bada lee fluff #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee #bada lee imagine

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dollyyss · 6 months

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ok ok if you haven’t gotten any requests yet would you do main four + butters and maybe how they kiss you….

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Mwahaha thank you for this, idk why but recently butters has just been on my mind and I needed to start adding him. I WANNA SQUISH hisS GOD DAMN FACE AND TWLL HIM HOW MUCH OF A FUCKING CUTIE HE IS I CANT GET OVER HIM

Also most definitely wanna start writing for Craig’s gang too so if anyone wants to see that please let me know!!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

How the main four + butters kiss you

Established Relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! High school AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and Butters! 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none!! If there is anyway please let me know!

I think you can tell what two I enjoyed writing for with this one.. I think I almost cried.

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

-My gentle boy. His kisses are as stated, so fucking gentle. No day will go by where he treats you harshly. Everything he does he does carefully and softly. His lips are also soft, I see him wearing chapstick so he’s got a slight sweet taste to his lips.

-His normal kisses are quick pecks to your lips, the corner of your lips or your temples. These kisses occur when he sees you for the first time that day wether it be he picks you up in his car to take you to school, dropping you off to any classes you have without him or when he’s saying goodbye when you have to leave at any circumstance or situation. When he gives quick kisses his hands will either be on your waist or he places a hand to hold your arm quickly.

-but his deep kisses.. oh now those.. are different. He’s slow, while you sit beside him on his bed; heart pounding blood cells inflating your heart and racing out to the rest of your body as he inches closer. His hand will slowly come up to your face, his cold palm soft against your cheek as he gets close enough to just trace his lips against yours, your breathe playing with his. His eyes will linger for a moment your noses brushing before his lashes close with his eyes and his lips are pushed against yours in a gentle manner. It’s until you move closer wanting more that he gets just a bit more aggressive, he’ll push a bit harder until you have to grip onto his shoulders as he continues to hold your face. He’ll move to get even closer, pulling your face just as close. These moments are out of desperation. Not in a silly awful way but in ways that he just needs you. He hasn’t seen you in some time? He’ll kiss you like this to remind you how much he’s missed you. When he feels the mood is right and feels things will go further then just making out these kisses become more heated, more touchy, more whiny.

-when he’s comforting you, his kisses have more meaning behind them. Not that they never do but these are special kisses to when they are needed. Almost like his very own superpower for you. He kisses everywhere he deems perfect. Your forehead, temples, nose, collarbones, shoulders. Anywhere just to hear those soft giggles again.

-Kyle mother fucking Broflovski. I love this hot headed motherfucker. P.S I was listening to only by RY X to write this bit.. and I fell more in love.

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

-another Gentle kisser, but only in times when he feels quiet. Small even. Or when he knows you just need him or in just simple greetings and goodbyes. His lips are a bit chapped but not crazily, more or so from biting them so much due to pent up frustrations or anxiety.

-he’s a nervous kisser. As a kid puking when around someone he likes was fairly common, but he grew out of that a bit. He still curses himself though when your lips are on his because he feels that same core in his stomach tightening and his throat growing heavy. You just don’t know how nervous you make this boy. He’s nervous in many ways, but his normal kisses consist of a kiss to the forehead and or lips. He’ll have you curled against him while you watch something he’s been really into recently, or watching him play a game and every once and a while he’ll turn to place a warm affirming kiss to your forehead. Sometimes before class he’ll push back your hair to place a kiss to your head and chuckles at your grumpy grumbles you give him as you try to fix your hair again. And when he kisses your lips, he lingers, not wanting to let go from yours as they feel so soft against his like they fit so perfectly.

- When he’s feeling needy, his kisses become a bit more hungry and linger far more. They become curious even. His lips want more, why are you pulling away? He likes to swipe his tongue under your lip slightly just so you can gasp softly and he pulls you in close by your hips devouring as much as he can get. Like Kyle he becomes more desperate, much needier.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

-mmmm Kenny. I promise you he was sweet moments. He’s just so infatuated with you he can’t help himself at times? Surprisingly he’s lips are quite soft, might I add softer then kyle’s.

- a common kiss from kenny are also out of nowhere. He randomly grabs your face and places a trillion kisses to your lips. Squishing your lips so you look silly while he gives you such wet kisses. It annoys the hell out of you when he starts the squishing but how could you say no when he laughs against your lips when you roll your eyes at him, when he smiles that pretty smile just to give you a kiss to your cheek and let you get to your class, dropping you off at home or seeing you. Denying him is like denying you life. He’s a silly kisser for sure. But it shows that he doesn’t just do this to get off, just to have your lips on him. No he wants to. He wants you to know that you’re more then that to him, and if he has to give you a trillion and one kisses he will.

-But this is Kenny we’re talking about so his kisses differ when the mood changes. When you’re underneath him, gripping his arms and so desperately trying to reach up to his lips he chuckles so devilishly. He’s a teaser.. and he knows how badly you love his kisses so when you can’t get them.. and suddenly he’s suffocating you with his kiss the world pops. And then pauses. Everything in you rattles as if he’s taken over you. It’s sloppy, so deep his tongue will dance with yours, exploring your mouth.. And Yet.. he makes it so meaningful all at the same time? He’ll bite your bottom lip before smirking and letting go, placing a gentle kiss to the bite mark and continuing on.

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

-It’s Cartman. He’s not much of a kisser but when he does it’s always for a reason. There never is not a reason. But he won’t ever tell you that oh no no no cartman keeps this to himself, though it really isn’t hard to catch onto his reasoning for many things. He never puts reason to anything unless he genuinely is invested in it, and you happen to be one of them.

- His normal kisses are quick, to the point and not as meaningful these are to say hello, or goodbye when he sees you throughout the day. They aren’t anything special. But when you’re angry? He’s quick to swallow his pride and grab your wrists pulling you into a kiss in hopes to calm you down, he lingers for a moment before pulling away and giving you the “are you done look” it’s more to cover up the fact that he just wanted to help calm you down. Having a panic attack freaking out over god knows what he’s quick to grab the sides of your face and place a kiss to your lips, slowly presses kisses to your cheekbones. He always tells you he’s just kissing you to just.. kiss you but.. it has to mean something. It’s cartman something always means something.

- Anything sex related completely different story. He’s a mess, his hair his all over the place, cheeks flushed and lips plumped due to your excessive kissing. This is one of the only times he’ll fully admit why he’s doing it. Why he’s being so missy so.. lovey. So unlike cartman. These kisses tend to come out because he can’t help himself. He can’t contain himself any longer and will admit to the fact that he needs your lips on his.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

-he’s so loving. He’s so.. he’s just so RAWRRRR. He’s such a sleepy kisser, such a dopey love sick puppy for you and your lips. He tends to taste like sweets.. ahh don’t say anything he wasn’t supposed to have that slice of cake from the fridge.. he’ll get grounded.

-He’s so in love with you. Like Cartman in one way and one way only. He’ll kiss you when you ramble. I think for him it’s more that he can’t help himself, he watches the way your lips move and he just needs them. He watches them so intently and so carefully so he knows when to kiss you so he doesn’t cut you off from your story. He waits to you finish taking your breath and dives in to kiss your lips. Please.. please run your fingers through his hair.. he melts into your lips so quickly if he feels your fingers curling his straight strands. His kisses are sweet, happy. Filled with so much trust.. he’s almost tooth rotting how fucking soft he is. How sweet he is. When you’re studying at his place he asks if you want some water, getting up to place his hands on the back of your chair and placing a kiss to behind your ear. He kisses you to just kiss you. There’s never an evil meaning behind it never a vile meaning by it, not even in this intimate moments. He kisses you when he greets you, drops you off anywhere in these moments he places a kiss to your lips then to your nose before going back to your lips. And it’s a must. If you forget to do it in your greetings and goodbyes.. he’ll be so sad. In any other moments he kisses you all over, you always end up smiling so happily while he kisses you, as he’s quickly giving you big smooches on your cheeks and listening to your pretty laugh.

-in intimate moment he’s the same. His kisses never change, they’re always loving. Reassuring, trusting. They always felt like home. They always feel safe. Feel genuine. He won’t even go any harder unless you feel him you want him to be aggressive.. because he wants whatever makes you happy.

#eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n #eric cartman x you #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #butters x reader #butters leopold stotch #sp butters #south park hcs #south park headcanons

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kix-mm · 6 months

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A once cruel god. G/t short story 1/??

Pt2

"Hey, where are you going? Don't leave! I was joking!" The god yelled as they watched the tiny human try to drag themselves in the opposite direction as fast as they could. Damn it, why did he have to do that?! Why did he have to ruin the moment?!

They quickly grabbed ahold of the human, trying to be ever so gentle and not harm them like they had done so carelessly before. They felt the human flinch and struggle, and their tears streamed down their cheeks endlessly while they repeat the same sentences over and over again.

"Please let me go, I've earned my freedom, I don't want to go back! Please, please, please!" They begged between sobs. It made the young God feel so uneasy now that he could understand the human language... this is what they had been saying all this time? He remembers laughing when hearing these silly little words, unaware of their meaning, and how cruel he used to play with the humans... this particular one somehow managed to survive. Despite the young gods' favoritism, he had made this little human life torture from a young age... the young God had fallen for this particular human, but it didn't mean that they had it any easier, they watched their own kind get crushed, tipped apart, eaten, and given false hope and promises... and on top of all that they had to pretend to be head over heals for the giant in order for their life to be safe, despite all the torture they endured...

The human was a frail figure, misting a lower arm and both their legs. These were the young gods' doings. There was no mistaking it...

"My flower..." the God spoke in a sad, soft voice, they watched the humans face drain of any color and their body begin so tremble uncontrollably, hearing that name again... that alone was enough to make the human have a panic attack. "No, no! No! Nonononono, you promised it was over! You promised I could go!" That was right. The young god didn't usually grace their "toys" with freedom when he got bored playing with them, but this human got a right to leave for exactly this reason... so that he could find them all these years later... and understand them... he had done so with several other humans, and all yielded the same results... horror, shock, begging, and even ending their own lives and those of their families in order to not have ANGYONE go through what they did...

"My flower.." he repeated again carefully. They wish they had bothered to learn the humans name before, and despite all that had happened he hated to admit how hid heart fluttered seeing this human again, even after all this torture, they were still so beautiful... the humans attempts to ruin their face had been for nothing, large gashes all over made them almost unrecognizable, yet they immediately began sobbing louder when they saw that distinctive pink hue on the gods cheeks. "I'm not your fucking flower!! I'm not! I'm not!!"

The harsh words made the God flinch. "Wait - wait, no- I, w-what do I call you? What is your name? I won't call you that ever again, please don't cry." they beg, that right, a God, begging a former human toy for something more comfortable to call them... that was almost impossible, only in a humans wildest dreams would they be treated like such...

The human went silent, expecting this to be some cruel trick for speaking so unfaithfully to an all mighty God... meanwhile, the young god sat in anticipation to hear anything that could resemble a name. Nothing, hours of silence went by without either saying anything at all, judt heavy breathing as a result of the humans panic attack.

The God eventually got tired of waiting and asked calmly again, "What is your name..?" To which the human flinched once more, was this a trick question? "F-flower, my lord..." they said with their head down. "No, I'm asking what your real name is, not the one I gave you..." the human kept their eyes glued to the palm of the gods hand. "I... I don't know my lord..." they lied, not wanting the God to tarnish their name by hearing them speak it. The young God frowned and tried to catch a glimpse of the humans eyes.

"You don't..? Do you even have a name?" The human never replied. "W-would you like a name?" He asks "I promise it'll be a nice one, then you won't be nameless anymore " they say with a hopeful smile.

The human feels sick to their stomach but nods slowly. "It would be an honor..." No, it wouldn't... it's a curse in disguise. If the human used the name the God gave him , then God would be able to locate him wherever he went... "What about Amber..? Do you like that name?". "It's a wonderful name, my lord..." they spoke while gritting their teeth. Amber was their name before they were reduced to a mere spoiled brats favorite toy. Now it feels like it's happening all over again, but the god is pretending to have sympathy... but the human knew what kind of a monster this god could be...

"Do you still remember my name?" The god asks softly. How could the human forget? They literally carved their name into the humans' skin. "V-Vic-" they got sick before they could properly pronounce his name, a sure-fire way to get yourself into a heap of trouble, "Amber" stared at the sick on the gods hand and quickly attempted to clean it with what little clothing thry had on thier body "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so ashamed, please forgive me-" they were cut off by them being carefully lifted into their other hand " the god looked concerned, "Are you okay? Don't be scared it's alright" they spoke in the most sincere voice, which only worried the human more, what would they be punished with?? What was he going to do with them??

#g/t community #gentle giant #giant/tiny #gt community #g/t #giant tiny #giant #gt angst #angst #gt fearplay #fearplay #g/t related #gt writing #gt

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Richie Jerimovich HCs that just have to come out of my brain include:

Mostly SFW but a pinch of steamy stuff bc of who I am as a person so MDNI 🤪🥵

He’s afraid to get married again

He thinks something about that paper and ring will make him slip back into his old ways and he’ll let you down just like he did Tiff. So you agreed early on that you wouldn’t get married.

Socially, you start using his last name after a couple of years. No one really questions you, either. Christmas cards are signed The Jerimovich Family; take out orders are usually placed under his last name; all of your socials have Jerimovich tacked on the end; when you inevitably have a baby or two, they take his last name and you use it too when they start school. Anyone who’s been around a while knows you aren’t married, but anyone new just assumed you are.

“Should you—do I call you my partner? Like, girlfriend sounds like we’re 16 or some shit. Maybe just my—my girl? Nah, that’s bad, too,” He stresses over the title, like it really matters all that much.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter to me,” You wrap your arms lovingly around his neck, “Pretty much everyone thinks I’m your wife anyway, so.”

“My pretty little pretend wife, huh? I like that.”

He wants more babies with you

Richie loves being a dad. He’s loved watching Eva thrive and every stage she grows into and out of, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the squishy baby phase.

He’s a sucker for the cute onesies that say silly things or big teddy bear costumes they can toddle around in. He’s so attentive and preset and it makes you swoon.

“Hey Richie, I, uh, I was thinking about asking you something,” You start hesitantly, not sure where his mind will be on this, “And it’s totally fine if you say no or not yet or—“

“Out with it. You’re scarin’ me, baby,” He gently presses his warm palms to your cheeks, “What’s going’ on?”

“Well, just—what do you think about having a baby?” You speak as clearly as you can.

“A baby?” You can’t read his face and it makes your heart race.

You simply nod, holding in your anxiety. Before you can react, Richie scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“Richie! What are you doing?” You screech, playfully swatting at his toned back.

“I’m putting a baby in you right now, sweetheart,” He smacks your behind sharply.

You do talk it over a little bit before you really start trying, but it is entirely possible that Richie did put a baby in your just then.

He’s so much more romantic than you thought he’d be

He’ll get you flowers on a random Tuesday because “They made me think of you, baby.”

And surprise with a delicious homemade dinner when he is somehow able to get home before you.

Or taking you to a cool new spot on his rare night off, having been invited by a local friend to try their new menu. He’s the classic, sticky sweet date that opens your car door for you and helps you with your coat and pulls out your chair for you to sit. Swoon.

If you have a little one, he’ll happily wear them strapped to his chest while you wonder through Target or a farmer’s market or museum. Dad Richie is the gooiest sweet partner, comfortably calming a crying baby or keeping them entertained so you can eat your meal or talk to friends.

He compliments you on everything

Like when you do the laundry he’ll say, “Damn, baby! How do you always fold my shirts so perfect?”

Or when you clean the house while he’s at work, “You keep a beautiful home, sweetheart. Can’t believe you let a dog like me in here.”

He kinda likes traditional gender roles (like you cleaning and cooking while he’s at work), but only so that he can brag about how good you are to him. Someone will compliment his suit and he’ll say, “My girl keeps me well-dressed.”

Or posting a cozy picture of the two of you to his 36 Instagram followers with the caption, “Before she got here this place was just an apartment but now it’s our home. Love you baby! #bigfanofher”

He loves how comfortable you are with Eva

Dating when you’re a parent can be nerve-wracking, but Richie knew right away you’d be an amazing person to be around his baby. You’ve never treated her like a step-child, but loved her like your own from the moment you met.

He gets so emotional when he sees you interacting with her so sweetly, like when Eva needs help with homework or asks you to help her with her hair. He’s just obsessed with his girls 🥹

This man gives and gives

He’s such a giver in all aspects of his life: carrying in all the groceries, starting the coffee in the morning, brushing the snow off your car so you don’t have to.

As far as the sex goes, this man loves making you squirm and whine below him, buries his face in you whenever he can, and pulls orgasms out of you like there’s no tomorrow, leaving you a whining, whimpering mess by the time he’s done 🥵

Sweet Richie just loves loving you and giving you everything he can 🫶❤️

#richie jerimovich angst #richie jerimovich fluff #richie the bear #richie x reader #richie jerimovich smut #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richard jerimovich #kdogreads

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soilaluna · 10 months

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how jjk men propose (out of the blue) gojo & toji x f!reader extreme fluffiness 1.6k w

gojo loathes routine. the only thing he's willing to drown in is crowded parties, one-night stands, and unlimited beverages. but not routine —nuh-uh (never). he can think of a thousand reasons why engaging in the same activities with monotonous regularity is unhealthy, crazy, and out of the question for him.

but then you introduce yourself. and you sweep him off his feet in a matter of weeks. then, in just in a couple of months, you drag him into your silly, meticulous routine and he thinks: there's no way he's going to pull through that relationship. he gives the two of you a couple of more weeks, at the most —if he survives dinner at 7 o'clock, if he can endure cleaning the house religiously on sundays, if he can keep taking the dog out for a walk every damn night before going to sleep.

but slowly, very surely, he has a change of heart. and suddenly he finds himself asking you to go out for a jog as soon as the sun comes out. and it's him who starts cooking at 5:45 pm so the dinner is ready just on time before you leave work. and grocery shopping —he loves those. he loves them with you. he adores the little rituals now his just as yours. and he wants them for much longer —forever if it's possible.

he realizes so while both of you are in the supermarket.

you're asking him something about some vegetables. he's clutching a plant of lettuce in his hand when he spits out, "i want this."

you tilt your head. you obviously have no clue what he's referring to cause you inquire, "you want... what? rocket or chicory? cause i find chicory disgustingly bitter."

and so, satoru chuckles, shakes his head, and adds, "no, not that, dummy. this. doing stuff. with you —for the rest of my life. our life, if you let me."

to his heartfelt confession, you answer with silence. it's just a few seconds of disquiet, but for satoru they go by like centuries. people walk around you, and there's too much noise (someone even asked him at one point to move his cart out of the way) but he's solely focused on your narrowed eyes and oh, no.

he royally fucked up.

he acted on impulse and didn't stop to think once about everything else: your own wishes, the proposal —because who the fuck proposes in a supermarket? (someone who doesn't want to hear a yes, obviously).

so, naturally, he panics. he opens and closes his mouth like a fish. he knows what he wants to say —we can wait, we don't have to marry at all, please don't panic, runaway and leave me— yet he can't word a single thought. he hadn't even properly asked! what reaction was he expecting from you?

but then (so merciful) you speak —not quite literally. you just wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. and oh, no kiss from you has ever felt sweeter. you mouth no words but the message is clear as water and it's so perfect. his hasty decision makes sense, by then. you never asked for anything more than an honest love.

he presses the palms of his hands against your back and hugs you tight against him. seconds go by, minutes —one, three, five. he doesn't count, he doesn't care.

it's not until someone passes by him and coughs that he puts his feet back on the ground. he's about to whine about the devastating interruption but adoration gleams in your toothy smile and wide, bright eyes and there is no way he can waste his attention on anyone else.

"so," you tease, "does this mean we have to plan a fancier dinner?"

(satoru rolls his eyes and then he goes for another kiss).

the upper floor is all chatter and laughter while toji's downstairs, in the kitchen, chopping meat for lunch.

he peeps the clock: you've officially been kidnapped by tsumiki and megumi for over an hour. he doesn't know what they're up to but he wouldn't dare stick his head up the stairs —not again, at least. he had already asked once if he could join them and megumi—with his usual, amusing blank stare—practically slammed the door in his face (tsumiki added a scream in the background, go away, dad!). and so, he was relegated to fulfilling the mere role of a chef while wondering just what the hell his kids were doing with his girlfriend.

a few more minutes pass before tsumiki finally speaks to him again.

"dad!"

toji covers the simmering pot before he turns around, "what?"

his daughter pokes her head between the stair railings. "c'mere" once toji gets closer, she adds, hushed, "i just wanna say that this is my idea and my idea only. she didn't want to do it 'cause she thought you'd get mad so please, please, pleaaaaase don't get mad."

toji raises an eyebrow —now he's really intrigued about what they'd been up to. tsumiki always behaved. she knows where the lines are drawn and never bothers to cross them. so whatever they've done, whatever had his daughter worried enough to apologize in advance, must be serious.

"ok?" he falters.

tsumiki whips her head to her right and calls out, "all good!"

megumi instantly appears and positions himself at the top of the stairs. he coughs a couple of times and not a second later, the most out-of-tune version of 'here comes the bride' comes out of his mouth.

slowly, you appear in the line of toji's vision. you respect the typical rhythm of a bride's entrance. one step —pause. another step —pause. one step —pause.

toji's eyes glimmer as he takes you in: your dress is made up of one of the kids' bedsheets, it hugs you loosely over your chest. the silver plastic crown you're wearing —he remembers buying it for tsumiki at a carnival fair not long ago. your holding an improvised bouquet of fresh flowers, so fresh he can see the roots from where he stands (he bets megumi has ripped them out from miss ayumi's garden) (he'd make sure his son apologized later). and the makeup —geez. he'd never seen you wear so much blush and red lipstick. you looked like one of those vintage porcelain dolls but —oh.

if only you knew how exquisite you looked.

you were pouring light everywhere. even if you felt uncomfortable, even if you felt insecure (toji could read you like an open book by now).

"what's the matter, doll?" he inquires.

your eyes bounce between the stairs, the walls, the kids. everywhere else but him.

"tsumiki wanted to play, i told her that it could be —y'know... "

too much? yeah. maybe some time ago.

(he could see why you were freaking out).

the first time you tip-toed around the idea of marriage—a little over a year after you had started dating—was the last time you ever did. it was just a silly comment you had made while you were watching a travel tv show —the couple on-screen was on their honeymoon. you asked him then what his ideal honeymoon location would be.

"for what? 's not like i intend to have one again".

and you never brought up the conversation ever again.

he knew his response had been blunt and unfair. but he'd thought—thanks to his brutish lack of understanding—that it was better to be straightforward and not misleading. the least he wanted was to fuck up what you both had.

(but he did fuck up. greatly).

and only now he had realized it.

there was no one else but you. he already had been gifted a second chance (with you, with love) —and life was often too callous to gift third opportunities. he didn't consider himself a smart man, but he'd be the stupidest human on earth if he wasted another second.

he wanted to marry you (and if he was lucky enough, you'd still want to marry him too, after all).

toji meets you halfway up the stairs. he leaves a couple of steps in between, just enough for him to kneel on one knee.

you look at him with a bent brow, your head is tilted but still, you manage to grin as you ask, "what are you doing?"

"what does it look like?" he questions back, "marry me".

you let out a nervous chuckle, clearly not believing what is happening. "what?"

"what you just heard. marry me, baby. for real." tsumiki immediately lets out a shrill and starts clapping and jumping. "i don't —i don't have a ring right now but i'll get one for ya. and we'll get you a real dress. and the kids will be dressed up all nice and pretty. just the four of us... what do ya think?"

toji waits, in dreadful silence. the second thoughts arrive in a second. maybe he should've prepared everything better. maybe you wanted something special. maybe he had let you down—once again— and suddenly this impulsive decision felt idiotic and absurd. of course, you deserved better. of course, you knew this and he wouldn't blame you if you said—

"yes".

yes.

he thinks he's daydreaming for a second but then—as if you could sense his dubiety—you repeat, louder. "yes!"

yes, yes, yes. you said yes.

your eyes are crystalline, filled to the brim with tears. your smile is as wide and beautiful as ever.

he leaps to his feet and reaches out to you. he clasps his hands around your cheeks and kisses you. tender and passionate. full of endless longing and eternal promises.

the kids are quick to join (megumi hugs you from your side, shedding tears of happiness) (tsumiki jumps to toji's arms, giggling).

(he's never been happier).

"i love you, wife" he utters.

"and i love you, husband."

#v.writes #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro imagine #toji fushiguro x yn #toji fushiguro x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo imagine #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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cookierin-simp · 1 year

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MONEY MACHINE! - A DIRTY FANFICTION OF OBEY ME

In which : The anger turned into sex.

Featuring : Lucifer Obey Me × Fem reader

Trigger warning include

Degradation

Humiliation

Plane sex

Master / slave

Frustrating sex

Submissive-dominant (appears in part 2)

Lots of slapping (appears in part 2)

Author note: Hi sinners! Do u miss me as much as i missed u? Today I am serving you a steamy story. If only I didn't write about Sex In The Air, I will naming this fic Sex In The Air but my oh my! I am a huge fan of Lucifer so this is so fun to write!

Have fun reading! xoxo, erin

12:30 PM

"You've always been such a bitch to me, Lucifer."

"In case you've forgotten, I pay everything in this world for you."

Your mouth trembled at the words you were about to say, and Lucifer's ruby eyes gleamed; he gritted his teeth and faces of hatred worn by both of you. Lucifer's private office was tense, and the air inside the room thickened. Somehow, the rages that filled the chamber were off the bar; this is serious.

"You're the one who volunteered to spend your money on me", your tone rose, throwing a threat at Lucifer. "I thought you would be grateful, y/n", the demon reciprocates your voice, and he is one step away from yelling.

"oh right!" your voice burst inside the room. "I'm so grateful that I need to only look at you, I don't have any free will to talk to anyone, and I can't leave by your side because you're such a possessive little bitch! Thank god, I am yours!" your sarcasm heated Lucifer's ear as he growled internally. The eyes of the pride demon were unhappy, and so did yours, but what makes it different is that you were full of tears while Lucifer's rage mixed with shame.

"This is the part where you apologise, y/n. There will be consequences" Lucifer’s tone returned to normal, but it was much scarier than his previous tone, which was loud enough to wobble your leg.

"No, this is the part where I leave" you bold the last word to mark it. To be honest, you don't even know if Diavolo would let you go to the human world for a silly reason like 'arguing with Lucifer'. Yet again, Diavolo was such a hopeless demon for you. Sometimes, it's okay to abuse that kind of thing, right?

Lucifer laughed at hearing your funny warning. He covered his face with both palms before returning the hands to his waist. "Do you think it's that easy to run away from me, y/n?" Your threat made him even more sadistic. "Did you realise how powerful I could be?" his light step shrunk the gap between you and him. "Do you know how much of a dust you'll be once I'm gone from your life?" you backed away as he got closer and closer until a wall hit the back of your body. Lucifer's lip was inches from you, and his red eyes pierced a hole through your iris. His breath tickles your cheek as he continues exposing his toxic side.

"Don't you know how small these three worlds are for you to hide from me?"

The way your chest rose and how you flinched between his breathing convinced Lucifer that you would never dare to cross your line. "Try y/n. Just try stepping your damn foot out from my office" his silken whisper was sharp enough to stab you in the heart.

As much as Lucifer was confident that you couldn't get away with this, you were also sure that things he would do to you if you rebelled against him wouldn't be that bad. At the end of the day, this was because of love, and Lucifer isn't the type to scar his beloved human. So you gathered your courage and slapped him. It's good to collect your bravery, but at some point, you didn't get your thoughts together when hitting Lucifer. That was a dumb thing to do.

He hissed quietly as his slender fingers ran through his red cheek. "You've never changed," you told him as he brushed his thumb where you marked your palm. Lucifer didn't respond. It wasn't because your slap hurt him psychically but internally. You scratched his ego, and what he would do to you was unimaginable.

You left the scene without any hesitation. First, you longed to go out and hide. Second, you'll die in a minute if you don't leave the house. The fresh air outside tastes like regret. Your head was blaming you as you contemplated whether it was an exaggerated reaction or just right. You sighed. Either way, your next destination is Lord Diavolo's castle for him to grant your wish to go to the human world.

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4:00 PM

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"Will you visit us here, y/n?" Lord Diavolo looked at you with such hopeless stares. You thought this meeting would go well quickly, but even Lord Diavolo tried to convince you to stay.

"I'll think about it", you replied as Barbatos chanted the spell to open the portal. A notification from your phone disrupts the incantation as it distracts Barbatos. "Sorry…" you take the phone out of your pocket and look at it while the butler repeats the same mantra.

"Cash withdrawn. Your bank balance is low."

You cussed without a voice. Lucifer knew how you would become dust once you cut him from your life. You thought once again. Nope, this is precisely what Mr.Pride wants, for you to come and beg for forgiveness since he has power over it. You're going to the human world, and that's it. You can find a job there to support your little runaway journey.

"what's the matter, y/n?" Diavolo spoke as he peeked at your DDD. "Ah.." he chuckled. "I didn't realise Lucifer was that desperate for you to come back to him" the Devildom prince laughed as he grabbed his DDD. "Not that he was desperate for me to come back. He's desperate to see me suffer, Lord Diavolo" you rolled your eyes and unlocked your phone to block Lucifer.

"Lucifer's way of loving may be sadistic, y/n" Lord Diavolo clicked the transfer button, and a notification greeted you.

"Young master, the portal is ready," Barbatos said in a monochrome tone as a vast, aqua-hued portal is ready for you.

"But if that way didn't suit your taste, I hope I can have a chance to make you feel my way of loving," Lord Diavolo winked, giving you an obvious hint regarding his feelings. You looked at the notifications and tapped it as it redirected you straight to your bank account information.

"Lord Diavolo has transferred you $100,000,000."

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7:21 PM

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"Yeah, a ticket to this place, please, economy ride."

The lovely woman nodded as she weighed your bag; it was suitable for the flight. "Here's your ticket, dear" her red lipstick reminds you of Lucifer's eyes. Except Lucifer’s orb filled with rage while her lips looked soothing.

The flight she assigned you will be off in 15 minutes. That's good. You asked her to give you a ticket to get you to that place as soon as possible. Lucifer knows your home in the human world; of course, he would find you here. To be a full runaway girl. You must go to a place far away from your home where he wouldn't even expect you to stay there. It's good that Lord Diavolo gave a drop of his possession. You can travel and support your life here in the human world without worrying about finances.

Your run was equivalent to a professional athlete knowing it's ten more minutes before it will take off. The luggage was equipped with a wheel, making it easier to bring even in running mode. You arrived at the gate as your mouth frantically gasped for air. "Here…" you gave the guard your ticket as they let you in. "Finally", you settled your breathing and went inside the tunnel that led to the aeroplane.

It was a cramped place considering it's an economy class. You didn't mind it, weighing you lived your whole life with simplicity. "seat 31A..huh, that's almost at the back.." you muttered while walking through the aisle. You held your breath to suck in your stomach. Unfortunately, you are the last to get on board, so it is not shocking that the plane was already crowded. The sound of a crying child provokes your headache." should have spent a couple of thousands dollar for the first class…" you scream internally.

You sat on your assigned place of the seat. On second thought, this is great. The fact that chairs 31b and 31c were unattended made you grin to the ear. This was some sort of blessing that none of the riches knew. You looked around. All passengers owned the whole seat. Wow, why were no one chooses the place? It was a question wandering in your head.

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Three more minutes before take-off, you stare at the sun about to set. The illuminating orange-hued granted you a state of tranquillity. It would be better if this view were accompanied by fresh air instead of humidity inside an economy-class flying machine.

"Excuse me, coming through. Ugh, you better watch where that hand of yours goes."

Just as you were about to enjoy your alone time in this aeroplane for 10 hours, you sensed the presence of someone unknown sitting beside you. Your lips curl as you examine his face. The rectangular frame of that fine lad next to you and his black turtleneck shirt, topped with a long blue coat and that signature smell that reminds you of something, you were so sure what he was.

"Lucifer?" you called his name in such an awful tone.

"If you're going to run away, why won't you pick a first-class plane? Damn it," he replied as the demon in disguise as a human still adjusting his position in a small seat.

You rolled your eyes as your palm landed roughly on your forehead. You thought you were the last to be on board, but heaven knows the worst, and hell knows the best.

"It's my choice and if you are disgusted by it, go skydiving" you shifted your eyes back at the view even though Lucifer himself was astonishing compared to the sunset. "Plus, why won't you move a little? There was a seat beside you. Leave a gap between us, you fucking demon."

Lucifer finally managed to adjust himself comfortably. He clicked his tongue repeatedly in reply to your uncharacteristic tone. "Wow, look at that. Back in Devildom, you won't say such a thing to me," he said as his eyes glared at your hair, considering you turned your back on him. "Look at me, y/n. I'm talking to you."

"Our talked ended at your office", you casually replied. "I don't want to spend my 10 hours flight talking about something I do not enjoy."

"Y/n, this is…" as Lucifer was about to say something, an announcement came through.

"The plane is about to take off. If you have any questions or requirements, kindly call our flight attendance by pushing the button in the overhead console; thank you."

"Gladly need your help", you muttered alone and pushed the button. "What are you doing," the demon asked as you replied to him with silence and watched a dashing young man make his way towards your seat. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked with a smile. A beauty spot on his left cheek and a regular haircut on him, except his hair, which seems more voluminous, made him the most attractive cabin crew in this airline.

"Do you have any available seat for me to switch?" you asked him in a soft tone, almost like showing a submissive side of you, and Lucifer did not enjoy it. The host smiled gently. "I'm afraid not, ma'am. As you can see, this airline was packed, and the only available seat for you to change is this" he pointed to a seat next to Lucifer, which was 31c. "But I will notify you immediately if someone wants to change their seat."

"Thank you, sir, I would love that" a word of gratitude for the host was like a screeching noise in Lucifer's ear. You let out a huge, obnoxious sigh. "I did not sign up for this…." you muttered, but Lucifer could still hear.

The plane started to move at high speed. It is going to fly soon.

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12: 30 AM

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"Y/n, you haven't eaten yet" Lucifer watched your face going pale. There was a truth between his word. You were so rushed to catch the plane that you hadn't eaten anything before the flight. "A 10 hours period without eating is dangerous; you must eat" his word didn't sound like a worry but rather a command.

"I thought you didn't care that I was dying?" you questioned as your eyes stared at him. "What did you think when you took my money? I will die because of starvation anyway."

Lucifer's finger began to caress your cheek. A soft sensation between his cold fingers reminds him of your obedience. His thumb rubbed at the above of your jaw. "I was so wrong for that…" he whispered in regret. The fingers trailed at your soft lips. "That's why I followed you here, my dear…."

This was such an overwhelming feeling. You still have this fiery anger inside you for Lucifer, but with these words that invite you to place your lips against that demon, the whole runaway plan will be damned.

You flinched as his thumb got closer to the centre of your lips. "I need to go to the toilet", you reasoned to him and stood up. Damned the cramped place, your butt was so close to his body when you moved away from your seat, trying to reach for the aisle and make your way to the toilet. Lucifer gulped. He tried all he could not to claw his hand at your ass. Mr Pride's mind was never innocent, so he stared at the view of your struggling hips in front of him as he bit his lips. "God damn it, y/n…." Lucifer screamed internally.

The plane starts to shake heavily, and you lose your balance. That woke up the sleeping passengers, but they weren't panicking. You fell on Lucifer's lap as you lay your back on his chest. "Don't worry; the plane was just going through the cloud. These people must have been going through this a lot. That's why they didn't react that much," he whispered as if to calm yourself down. When the plane shook, you were about to think about your death, but his words soothe you.

Not his bulge, though.

The turbulence went off, and the plane returned to its normal state, but Lucifer's arm still clung to your stomach. You tried to stand up as the first intention for you to do so was to go to the toilet. Lucifer quickly pulled you back onto his lap. "Wait…" he gritted his teeth.

"Just a few more minutes…" his tone was more profound than his usual voice. You can't possibly do this any much longer. His cock was hard and dying to get out of his pant while your pussy was throbbing to sit on his lap. "y/n… you were throbbing…."

"I.. didn't", you denied it as Lucifer started to travel his hand down to your panties. "No, it is. My cock feels it," the horny demon justified his words as a cold sensation greeted your clothed clit.

"Lucifer, we are in an aeroplane…." you said as you tried to hold back your moan as he teased the hardened bud in your panties. "I know…" he stroked your clothed clit as you placed your hand onto your mouth. A loud moan would be suspicious in this aircraft.

Mr.Pride pace of stroking was perfect. It was slow-paced yet so sensational. The way his heavy breath sang into your ears. Oh, how you are such a weak for men's moan of pleasure.

Lucifer's impatient demeanour made him rip your undergarment apart using his magic. Your private jolt at the sudden loss of cloth, making it sensitive to the aeroplane's air. "Oh my…" Lucifer chuckled. "How naughty I am in this commoner plane…."

Your liquid ruined Lucifer's crotch; his dick was aching to feel your wetness. "Look at me, my dear. I need to see your face while I rub my cock between your legs," he whispered cautiously, making sure that no one heard his plead towards you.

You were also taken by lust. If it weren't because of your hormones and his dick pulsating through his pants, you would ignore his demand but you also wanted to feel more. To have more and to be entirely overtaken by pleasure. After all, this 10 hours flight would be boring without sex.

You faced the demon with his help, adjusting to his desired position. He bit his lip when your breast was so close to his face. "You know, I'm getting tired of seeing your back. This cowgirl position really make up for it" he groped your breast tenderly. You felt his cock flinch down the jean, writhing to be freed.

"Command me… Master…" your soft voice provoked his Asmo's side. He looked at you with hope-filled glowing eyes. You could see straight from his wish, and the image of both of you crying out of pleasure sparkled inside Lucifer's crimson orbs.

"You fucking bitch…" he cussed as he unbuttoned your shirt swiftly, almost ripping your favourite top. You moan as your breasts are fully exposed to his face. To be fair, there was a bra covering your nipples, but Lucifer's hand was quick. He unclasped your bra with one hand at the same time; he unfastened your button. The way this demon acted was hard to imagine, and no ordinary person could ever mimic how he unleashed his beast.

The demon took no time and put his mouth on the left side of your tits. A soft moan escaped your mouth as a sign of your uncontrollable arousal. You subconsciously moved your hips to feel Lucifer's bulge rocking with your clit. "Mmph…" Lucifer moans while his mouth is full of your breast. "This feels good, Lucifer", you whispered to his ear as your seat kept moving.

Lucifer licked your nipples and sucked them like a baby. His eyes wander straight at your expression, trying to see what face you make while he sucks your sensitive spot. Your chest was like heaven to him. If only milk came out from this very nipple, he might as well suck you dry until there's nothing left. Be it night or day, he will keep sucking until all the milk consumes his body. Of course, Beelzebub would envy him.

Lucifer must not forget that you made your move to provoke his 'milk'. Your hips moved faster as the rush of pleasure encouraged you to do so. Your hand clawed to his shoulders, your nails sunken to his skin. Lucifer didn't even care if he bled. That scar could be an achievement for him. Plus, this sadistic demon also gets stimulated with pain.

"Shit… One more minute, and I'll fucking come," Lucifer incoherently spoke as he continued burying his face onto your breast.

"I'll fucking come too…." you told him as a warning, and your eyes rolled to the excitement and adrenaline that rushed through your body. You knew wearing a skirt was a great idea. It has always made you look cute…and it is accessible when it comes to public sex.

"Aah.. no... Fuck" Lucifer's moan was quiet, yet you noticed how he tried so hard not to let the whole passenger knows about these dirty secrets. "Fuck… Y/n, stop… I'm going to come in my pant.." he begged again, but his hand didn't even try to stop your hips.

You almost reached your climax, so stopping would be a loss to you. This was probably the best climax you've ever had, and you don't want to waste it. The feeling of shame and the fear of getting caught, combined in one, create a pleasure that none of the private sex in the bed can offer. Adrenaline does play a massive part in erotic scenes.

"I... I can't stop…I'm… coming…" your hips moved faster and faster to reach the seven cloud of the heavens. Lucifer's breathing was scattered, and his moan turned into a whimper. He kept telling you to stop, yet you felt out of control with your body.

"Y/n!" Lucifer growled your name as you felt his dick flinch inside and a hot sensation from his crotch telling you that he already came. On the other hand, you were also indulged and melted with the feeling of relief after the sexual frustration you had to go through when your butt landed on Lucifer's lap.

Both of you were panting, and the action stopped. You were so out of breath that your body could not move, only your chest rising up and down. "You slut…" Lucifer muttered his anger. "I told you to fucking stop," he murmured in a deep tone.

"Well, I prepared…" the demon reached for an item from his pocket, and you saw a vial filled with golden liquid in his possession. "I'm going to punish you, in this plane, with this goddamn aphrodisiac," Lucifer said as he opened the vial and drank it until nothing was left. You knew that a drop of it was powerful enough to influence a demon's desire, yet Lucifer consumed it as if he was about to fuck you nonstop in a billion years.

"Now, my brave sheep. Make me come once again."

authors note: so, how was it? Does this deserves a part 2? Hehehe~~~

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #obey me prompts #lucifer obey me #om! mammon #obey me!#obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #lucifer smut #lucifer obey me x reader #lucifer obey me smut #shall we date lucifer #smut obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me fic

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Ride 746: Cheering and conclusion!!

Pag 1

1: I'll win!!

2: I will!! I'll become the sixth member!! This year for sure!!

3: I'll go!!

4: I will!! On the same stage as you, Issa!!

Pag 2

1: They're neck and neck!!

For sure!!

Pag 3

1: For sure!!

Pag 4

1: There are 50m left until the sensor line!!

2: Kuaaaa

3: Garuaaaa

Pag 5

3: Nii-chan, on!!

4: Damn, I get it

This resolution, is making me shake

5: Sugimoto!! I'm cheering for you!!

Pag 6

1: Danchiku!!

2: 30m left!!

Pag 7

2: I think I can hear, mixed together with Sadatoki's voice

3: Kawada's cheering

4: It's surprising, but I'm grateful

It's turning into strength for me, Kawada

6: Imaizumi....

Pag 8

1: is watching quietly

Can't be helped

2: They're the three core third years who put together the club

They can't afford to support one of us

4: But, maybe, if you supported me

5: I would have been

6: several times more strong than usual

Pag 9

1: I'm glad

For this training camp

2: It's been hard, but, Imaizumi, I could become your “buddy”, and run with you during these intense for days

3: Imaizumi......

4: I haven't told you yet

5: Once this race is over.... will you listen to me?

5: It's silly

A daydream

6: The reason why I want to run in the Inter High

7: I've been thinking about it since around a year ago

Before the finish line, running as teammates, wearing the same jerseys....

Pag 10

1: Go, Imaizumi!!

Got it, Teru!!

I.....

2: I thought that I want to push your back and for you to take the finish line

3: With these hands!!

Pag 11

2: Sugimoto

3: At first, you boasted that you were an experienced cyclist, but it was just words

During the first training camp, you retired halfway through

4: But you worked so hard

Secretly

5: And without resting, for three years

Sugimoto.....

6: Show me the moment your three years of progress bear fruits

Pag 12

1: Pedal!! Sugimoto!!

2: Yeah!!

Pag 13

3: Now

4: 30m!!

I'll pedal at full power!!

Pag 14

1: Garuaaaa

2: Sugimoto-san

3: You're really an amazing guy

4: I respect you from the bottom of my heart

Pag 15

1: Your heart is probably bigger than mine

2: The courage to boldly challenge, the earnestness of working so hard

The heart of never giving up until the end

3: You, who hid all that, are strong

4: Stronger than me, much more!! I finally noticed during the last lap

5: So

6: It's the end, so please

My heart is so small it can fit in the palm of my hand

Pag 16

1: Allow me to practice with you one more time, senpai!!

Pag 20

1: Garuaaaa

2: It's Danchiku

Danchiku crossed the sensor line first!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 746 #rip to all the ppl who were cheering so hard for sugimoto i'm so so sorry for your loss ;A;#also im so sad too ;A;#but honestly im also sad for danchiku bc literally everyone but kabu was cheering for sugimoto no one was cheering for him lmao #maybe he'll get on the team but everyone would have preferred having sugimoto asdsafhjldf thats so sad #btw imaizumi screaming for sugimoto ;A;#sugimoto being so in love with him hes such a simp #he even imagines imaizumi calling him teru ;A;#i wonder whats gonna happen now.....#next chap is 24 pages so many things are waiting for us next week *eyes emoji*

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renxzs · 1 year

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Flight to Orynth x Rowaelin | AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: Aelin’s flight is delayed due to inclement weather. Thankfully she has a certain silver haired stranger to keep her company.

Word Count: 4.3k

CW: nsfw (18+ only), strangers in an airport, slight praise kink, modern au

Aelin: September 9th

Lysandra: ???

Aelin: Save the date. For my upcoming wedding to the hottest fucking male I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. 🥵

Lysandra: SEND PIC

Aelin: hahaha, uh no.

Lysandra: Aelin!! pleeaasse

Aelin: I’m not snapping a photo of a stranger like a fucking creep.

Lysandra: May I remind you of our trip to Wendlyn last summer…

Aelin’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly with a snort. Her best friend loved to play dirty.

Her gaze cut up across the sitting area to the unsuspecting male. His nose continued to be buried in a novel. Of course, he just had to be a reader, too. Gods help her.

Aelin: FINE

Lysandra: 😁😘

Her heart thudded wildly in her chest as her eyes were drawn back to the silver haired male still focused on his book. She wasn’t normally so easily rattled by a male, let alone one across a large room whom she hadn’t even spoken to.

It was just one silly picture.

Attempting to be inconspicuous, Aelin shifted the angle of her phone until the lens brought the subject of her attention into focus. He was truly a beautiful specimen… Gods, get a grip. Her thumb hit the shutter button and snapped a few back-to-back frames.

Recrossing her legs, Aelin pulled up the most recent photo in her album app. A hint of a smile dusted her lips while she drank in the male. The photo didn’t do him justice, yet somehow was still unfairly flattering. And that quiet smirk tugging on his lips had faint flutters stirring low in her belly.

Aelin’s teeth dragged over her bottom lip as she sent the photo off to Lys, who must have been poised and ready to pounce. Her response was near immediate.

Lysandra: GODS FUCK, AELIN.

Her teeth clamped down harder to stifle her laugh.

Aelin: I know!

Lysandra: THE MUSCLES.

Lysandra: THE FACE.

Aelin: I know!!!!

Aelin: Lys, I’ve never wanted a stranger so bad. 🥵 it’s been way too long.. I’m dying over here.

Lysandra: Go climb that male like a tree. NOW!

Aelin: 😂

Lysandra: I’m dead serious. You’re hot as fuck. It’d be a damn blessing for any male to—

Aelin slammed her phone face down onto her lap when a low voice practically purred, “If you need a close up, don’t be afraid to ask.” The lilt of his accent thrummed through her in all the best places.

She whipped to where the voice had come from, only to be brought up short with that gorgeous silver haired male now occupying the seat to her left.

Proximity only enhanced his already attractive features—piercing emerald that banded his pupils, sharp lines and strong jaw, thick lashes that every male seemed to undeservingly have, plush soft pink lips that curved into a self-assured smirk.

Aelin’s eyes snagged on swirls of black ink peeking out just above his shirt collar. His sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, exposing powerful arms—the left one covered in more ink down to his wrist. Her fingers itched to uncover if his sleeve connected to the tattoo on his chest.

Gods, she could quite possibly die. Her pulse hammered in her ears and her palms felt clammy with the shock of being caught.

With a clearing of her throat, she shoved the embarrassment down and grabbed furiously at the threads of inner bravado she could typically summon so easily.

Aelin leveled her gaze with his then quipped, “Can a female be blamed for admiring the male form?”

His smirk grew as his eyes flicked down her body before settling back on her face. “Certainly not.”

Her current travel attire consisted of her favorite pair of yoga pants that nicely accentuated her toned legs and ass, and a cropped hoodie that tastefully exposed a section of her midriff—practical and cozy, but also cute. Her new companion seemed to agree.

The male relaxed back in his seat, slightly orienting his body towards her. He reached out a large bronze hand, “I’m Rowan.”

His grasp was warm and firm. “Aelin.”

Rowan hummed appreciatively, his hand lingering against hers a moment longer. “Pretty.”

Heat rose to her neck and cheeks. Averting her gaze, Aelin’s eyes fell to the phone in her lap. This was all Lysandra’s fault. She just knew her best friend would be laughing herself silly if she were privy to Aelin’s current situation.

Aelin subtly shifted in her seat as well, to better see Rowan. She made a show of recrossing her legs, letting her right foot bob freely in the air. His gaze tracked the movement, leaving a trail of heat tingling up the length of her leg.

“So what brings you to this fine establishment on a stormy Tuesday evening?” Aelin asked airly with a wave of her hand to their general surroundings.

Rowan chuckled, laugh lines crinkling around pretty green eyes. “Your flight grounded due to the weather, too?”

She nodded her confirmation. “Orynth. You?”

The corners of his lips upturned. “Same. Flying in from Doranelle after visiting on holiday.” She wondered idly who exactly he might’ve been visiting. Friends, family—a significant other?

“I try to go home at least twice a year,” Rowan supplied, as if her thoughts were written across her face. “Though my cousins insist it’s not enough,” he chuckled. So family, then.

Aelin hummed. “So you work and live in Orynth then?”

“Yeah. I took a position back in the fall at UT.” She raised an eyebrow. Snagging a position at the University of Terrasen was an impressive feat. “I love it so far,” Rowan continued. “And Terrasen is a beautiful country.”

She couldn’t help the fond smile that curved her lips. “It really is.” She gently nudged his calf with her foot and crooned, “What is it you teach, Professor?”

The change was subtle, but Aelin swore his pupils dilated ever so slightly. Interesting. Rowan snorted, “History.”

“Explains the novel,” she said, dipping her chin towards the worn war book tucked into a side pocket of his carryon bag.

“What can I say, it’s an area of interest.”

Aelin’s smile broadened with mischief. “I could provide a few recommendations if you’re looking to add a bit of spice to your repertoire.”

Rowan’s head tipped back as he barked a laugh. “Oh, Aelin—I’m quite sure you could.”

Her name wrapped in his voice was like whiskey, all smooth burning heat. Her belly swooped with the suggestion coloring his tone.

“And what is it that you do, outside of your personal interest in photography?” He gave her a cheeky grin. “Surely assassin is off the list. You’re about as subtle as a flying brick.”

Aelin hit his arm playfully, refusing to allow her subsiding flush of embarrassment to rise to the surface of her skin again. “I work in publishing,” with a muttered bastard under her breath. To which Rowan heard perfectly, if his amused chuckle was any indication.

“Ahh, so you truly are equipped to hand out recommendations then,” he surmised.

Aelin leaned a bit into his space and hummed a confirmation, then added, “But the spicy recs are solely of personal interest.”

Her eyes tracked the bob of his throat as he swallowed thickly. She rested back into her seat again with a satisfied smirk.

Rowan’s gaze darted to the large screen mounted by their gate, skimming the information displayed. A moment later, his pine-green eyes were focused back on her. A quiet heat began to unfurl in the pit of her stomach as she held his stare.

His words were soft when he spoke. “Flight is still delayed for the foreseeable future. Let me buy you a drink.”

She pretended to mull over the pros and cons of sharing a drink with this virtual stranger—incredibly attractive virtual stranger. It wasn’t like she had anything else better to do to pass the time while stuck in this gods-forsaken airport. She couldn’t deny he would still likely be her first choice, regardless.

Rowan’s quiet confidence seemed to slightly waver with her prolonged silence, as if he were second guessing his offer and assessment of where they stood with one another on the flirting spectrum.

Aelin mercifully put a stop to his internal backtracking and offered her hand, accepting his invitation. The brilliant smile she received in response warmed through her as she allowed Rowan to pull her to her feet.

Aelin: I’m having drinks with him at the bar.. 🙈

Lysandra: OMG! I demand every single detail as soon as you land!!!

Lysandra: and BE SAFE.

Aelin: I will, promise 😘

Aelin smiled softly to herself as she returned her phone to an inner pocket of her work bag. Rowan sidled up to their shared high-top table and placed a second glass of red in front of her. She murmured a thank you before taking a long sip.

Rowan gave a nod as he settled on the stool across from her, a whiskey neat cradled between his large hands. Large, tan hands that she wondered how would feel exploring her body…

Aelin tightly squeezed her thighs together to stave off the growing ache between her legs. But the teasing pressure only stoked the flames licking to life beneath her skin. The warm buzz of the wine also wasn’t helping matters, nor was her current 9 month stint of celibacy since her breakup with Chaol.

“So,” he drawled before taking a dreg from his whiskey glass. “Are you ever going to share why you were snapping pictures earlier?”

Aelin slumped in her stool with an abashed groan, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“That was not my finest moment.” She risked a peek at him; open, gentle amusement shone back. “I’m sorry for that by the way.”

“I’m not.” Rowan said matter-of-fact. “It gave me the excuse I was desperate for to approach you.”

Aelin’s heart stuttered.

“I also hoped it meant that I’d maybe caught your eye, too,” he admitted softly.

She sat frozen for a moment, stunned by his revelation. Then wordlessly emptied the last remnants of her wine glass before sliding off the stool. It took all of two steps before she found herself well in Rowan’s space. Crisp snow and pine mixed with spicy undertones of a cologne filled her lungs. The heat emanating from his body made her head spin.

Her fingertips brushed featherlight alongside the edge of his strong jaw, savoring the nip of his stubble. Gently, Aelin turned his face towards hers and leaned in close. Rowan met her halfway, his breath soft against her lips as they both hesitated for a moment, then closed the remaining space between them.

The kiss was gentle, exploratory. Rowan tasted like the whiskey he was drinking, and she wanted to drink every bit of him down. Aelin gripped his shirt to pull him closer. The heat of his skin burned through her when he cupped her face, thumb smoothing over her cheekbone.

Rowan tilted her head back further for better access, tongue dancing across the seam of her lips. Aelin moaned softly, immediately opening her mouth to him. Rowan’s free hand had traveled to the swell of her hip and flexed tightly in response. Holding steady, keeping her close.

A pointed throat clearing cut through their reverie.

Her eyes cut over to the lonely looking patron two tables over who was going to great efforts to not stare at them. Her focus slid back to glinting pine-green eyes, and she clamped her lips shut to suppress the bubbling laugh—at this ridiculously crazy situation and the dazed look that overtook Rowan’s features.

“There’s a single unit restroom down that corridor,” she murmured with a slight incline of her head in the direction behind him, eyes smoldering as they peered up through thick lashes. “Meet me there in 5?”

“Yes.” His vehemence crackled through her veins.

The corner of Aelin’s mouth tugged upwards, and she extracted herself from his grasp. Wordlessly grabbing her work bag, she slipped past him in the direction of the restroom.

Aelin’s heart pounded rapidly in her ears, blood roaring with anticipation as the door snicked close behind her. Shaky fingers hung her bag on a courtesy hook before she turned to face the mirror.

Fiery blue eyes reflected back, bright and wild. Her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed with a healthy mix of arousal and adrenalin. She was really going to do this—fuck a stranger in an airport bathroom. Heat shot down her spine and pooled between her legs with the thought.

Mind so addled with lust and need, it was difficult to find reason not to do it. Her body burned with want for Rowan—very well might die from it without proper release.

Aelin leaned her palms against the sink counter and loosed a jagged breath. Breathe.

A soft knock echoed in the small space and she belatedly realized she hadn’t locked the door. Relief flooded over her as silver tendrils came into view, followed by the rest of him.

Anticipation twisted in her gut as Rowan clicked the deadbolt into place and turned to her. She swore the temperature of the room steadily rose when their eyes locked in the mirror.

Rowan dropped his bag to the floor and sidled up behind Aelin, his body heat and scent enveloping her. She bit back a moan, leaning into him.

He brushed thick golden tresses over to one shoulder, then pressed a kiss behind the shell of her ear, warm breath ticking. Aelin shivered. Rowan trailed open-mouthed kisses across her jaw and down her throat. Tipping her head to the side, she offered him more skin to claim.

“I’ve–I’ve never… done–” a sharp hiss turned moan interrupted her thoughts as teeth bit the sensitive flesh between her shoulder and neck before licking the hurt away.

“Never,” he rasped in agreement.

Rowan fingered the hem of her cropped sweatshirt before Aelin yanked it over her head without hesitation. His eyes grew impossibly darker, nostrils softly flaring at the sight of her pert rosy nipples through the sheer lace bralette.

Rowan snaked an arm across her chest, brushing a peaked nipple with his thumb and affectionately squeezing her breast. The other firmly held her hips against his, grinding against her backside.

“Never,” he repeated. “But you’re so fucking perfect, Aelin. I can’t help myself.”

Her name on his tongue was going to be her undoing.

The incessant press of his stiff erection at the seam of her ass had her eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, more, more.

His arms tightened as she attempted to turn, holding her in place to face the mirror.

“Rowan,” she ground out in frustration.

Rowan tutted at her, wrapping his left hand around her throat to apply light pressure while the right wandered down the flat plane of her stomach. “Patience, sweetheart.” His fingers inched closer, barely dipping below the waistline of her pants, taunting.

The tension tightly coiling low in her gut was unbearable. Aelin gripped the wrist of his teasing hand, nails biting into tan skin. Her hips instinctively rolled, seeking his touch, but he didn’t budge.

“Please,” she whimpered, and he nibbled at her earlobe in response. Gods, she was going to lose her ever-loving mind. “Rowan, please please touch me.”

His fingers tightened the slightest bit around her throat. Piercing green pinned her in place through the mirror’s reflection, his smile purely predatory. “Now how can I resist such pretty begging?”

Aelin swallowed thickly, eyes following the descent of his hand.

Her nerve endings exploded when he finally, finally touched where she ached for him most. Utterly helpless to the groan that tore from her throat.

Rowan’s fingers moved in tight lazy circles over the bundle of nerves. His other hand slid from her neck to the curve of her jaw, gently turning Aelin’s head to the side.

“Shhh,” he soothed against her lips. “I want nothing more–gods,” Rowan sputtered, fingers dipping to her center, coating them in her dripping arousal. “–than to hear you scream yourself hoarse on my fingers, on my cock.”

Aelin loosed a shuddering breath as said cock twitched against her ass.

Rowan’s slick fingers slid back to her clit and her whole body tensed. He nipped at her bottom lip, “But I need you to keep quiet this time. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, dazed.

“Good girl,” he crooned before kissing her deeply, thoroughly.

Aelin lost herself to the slide of his mouth against hers and the press of his touch at her sex. His hand dropped from her face to her breast, pinching one of her stiff nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through her. Then, without warning, Rowan pushed a finger into her heat, then added a second one.

After a few pumps, he eased in a third digit. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” His voice was sinful. “Have to make sure you’re nice ‘n ready for me.”

He greedily swallowed down her moans. Pumping slowly in and out of her, her walls stretching to accommodate.

Their kiss broke on a gasp that stole the breath from her lungs as Rowan curled his fingers to rub that spot along her inner walls. Her body clenching around his thick digits and toes curling in her shoes.

Rowan chuckled lowly. “Ohh, right there?” She nodded mutely.

He pressed a kiss to throat. “Use your words, Aelin.”

“Yes,” she groaned, hips undulating in time with his thrusts. “Gods, yes. Right there—nnh, fuck.”

The blatant neediness in her voice should’ve been embarrassing, but she was half out of her mind to care.

Rowan rewarded her with the firm press of his thumb to her clit, his fingers continually pumping into her. “Such a good fucking girl for me."

Aelin’s body trembled with the building pressure, overwhelmed with the effect of his words and touches. Surely she would combust any second and the wildfire roaring beneath her skin would consume her whole.

Rowan sunk his teeth into her pulse point and her body arched, pleasure rocketing through her. The impossibly wound coil deep in her gut finally snapping. Aelin nearly sobbed from relief, sagging against the strong arm across her chest.

Rowan’s hand lazily coaxed the last remnants of pleasure from her as she finished riding the wave of her orgasm. Their heavy breaths and his fingers gently pushing through the slick between her thighs the only sounds filling the space.

Not until he ensured she was fully sated did he pull away from her heat, dragging his fingers up the center of her body to leave a glistening trail in their wake. Aelin swallowed thickly as he brought those fingers to his lips to lick them clean. Humming like she was the sweetest thing he’s had the pleasure of tasting.

Aelin turned on shaky legs and hastily dragged his face to hers, lips colliding in a soul searing kiss. Rowan lifted and sat her on the bathroom counter without severing contact. Large hands tangled in her hair, tipping her head back to open her up further. Aelin hummed against the brush of his tongue.

Hands tugged impatiently at his shirt as she mumbled “off” against his lips. Rowan chuckled but obliged nonetheless.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes unabashedly devoured the muscled expanse of his heaving chest. The inked sleeve on his left arm indeed connected seamlessly to the whirling designs spanning across his left pec, licking up the base of his neck. She swallowed an appreciative groan.

“Gods, it’s unfair how fucking hot you are.” Aelin lightly scraped her nails over the ridges of his abdominal muscles.

“You’re one to talk.”

She smirked, but didn’t respond.

Her focus was instead drawn to the impressive bulge straining painfully against the zip of his jeans. Rowan grunted when she palmed him through the material. Then so slowly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down. Aelin worked the jeans and boxer briefs over his hips until his erection was freed and bobbing just below his navel.

Her eyes widened.

By the wryd, he was massive. No wonder he took such care in working her with his fingers first.

The smug grin was wiped clean from his face when she wrapped a hand around him. His head fell against her shoulder, releasing a jagged breath as she methodically worked her hand up and down his length.

Rowan mindlessly thrusted into her hand with soft groans. His full body shuddered when she squeezed the head of his cock and pressed her thumb to the weeping slit.

He bit out a curse, firmly gripping her wrist. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

“Isn’t that the point?” She asked sweetly.

Rowan dragged his thumb across her lip. “You’re such a wicked thing.”

She hummed then wriggled her hips in silent command. Rowan didn’t need further elaboration, hooking his large hands in the band of her underwear and pants, slowly peeling them down her toned legs, also discarding her shoes in the process. At his gentle prod she spread her thighs, exposing herself fully to him.

The debauched groan that ripped deep from within his chest shot straight to her core. Pine-green eyes glazed as they settled on her glistening sex.

“Rowan,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her words snapped him into action. Gripping the base of his cock, he notched the swollen head against her entrance.

His body went rigid. “Fuck.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Trying to keep panic from edging in her voice.

“I don’t have a condom.” Rowan looked physically pained, tone forlorn.

Oh.

“Fuck, Aelin, I’m sorry.” He bowed to rest his forehead against hers. She tried very hard to block out the feel of him nudging against her folds with the movement. “I didn’t expect—hadn’t plann–”

Aelin silenced him with a kiss, slow and gentle. Her fingers delicately twined with the silvery strands at the nape of his neck.

“Fuck me, Rowan.” His cock twitched against her thigh.

He traced his thumb across her collarbone. “Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean. Are you?”

“Yes,” he answered—to both questions. She nodded with understanding.

She stroked his length, then realigned him with her entrance.

“Then fuck me.”

So he did, pushing into her with a powerful thrust. Rowan slotted his mouth over Aelin’s to muffle her cries. Her toes curled tightly at the backs of his thighs, struggling to find any space within her for breath. Rowan panted, giving her time to adjust. Strong muscles shaking with barely controlled restraint.

After a moment, hips rolled against his in silent command. And Rowan obliged, pulling out to the tip before snapping into her heat again. Over and over.

Aelin’s head dropped back on a strangled moan as her nails dug into his flesh, seeking purchase anywhere.

“You take my cock so well, Aelin,” he bit out. “So fucking good for me.”

Rowan groaned as she clenched around him. Never in her life had she been so gods-damned aroused. She was going to come from his words alone, taking her apart piece by piece.

“Please, please, Rowan.”

His hand slipped between their sweaty bodies and drew pants from her pretty mouth that grew breathier and higher with each passing stroke. Until finally a wave of pleasure crested over her and she shattered around him.

Rowan nearly choked as her core contracted tightly around him. He buried a hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his in a rough kiss, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic. Then he was groaning loudly against her lips, finally meeting his release deep within her.

Aelin gently scraped her nails against his scalp and hummed into his mouth as his hips rocked slowly into hers, milking the last of their shared pleasure.

They stayed like that for long moments, Rowan still buried inside her and their lips exploring languidly. Separating only once a shiver ran through her body, the sweat gathered in the dip of her lower back cooling.

Rowan murmured against her skin through a smile, “Let's get you dressed.”

Aelin made a noise of protest as he pulled out of her, but allowed him to gently wipe her clean before helping her back into her clothes. Once fully dressed and steadied on her feet, Rowan tilted her chin with a tenderness that made her heart ache and gave her a lingering kiss.

“When we get back to Orynth, let me take you to dinner.”

With a little shrug, Aelin gave him a simpering smile. “It’s the very least you could do.”

Rowan snorted, despite the bright grin splitting his face. Then shook his head with quiet amusement, “So wicked.”

Aelin finally settled into her seat on the plane.

A smile seemed to permanently occupy her lips since she and Rowan slipped from the bathroom earlier.

Rowan. Gods, what an unexpected surprise he turned out to be.

Aelin slipped her phone from her pocket, preparing to switch it to Airplane Mode. Just as she swiped away the lock screen, a text notification scrolled across the top from her newest added contact. Biting her lip, Aelin tapped on the notification to open up the new iMessage thread.

Rowan: See you soon, sweetheart.

Warmth flooded her chest. Before she could type a response, her phone vibrated again with an additional incoming text and an image.

Rowan: ps. you can’t blame this poor male for admiring your exquisite form either. 😉

Aelin’s head jerked up to stare at the mop of silver hair seated several rows ahead of her, mouth agape for several seconds. Her lips twitched into a smirk, snorting in disbelief as her eyes fell back to the image on her phone.

An image of her from hours ago, stretching out in her seat with a hand running through her hair. Frankly, it was a good candid putting the lines of her body on display in the best way.

The stewardess’ voice crackled through the overhead speaker, directing passengers to please secure their seatbelts, close their dropdown trays, and switch all electronics to airplane mode.

Aelin fired a quick response back before toggling on Airplane Mode: Sneaky bastard!

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#rowaelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin smut #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowan whitethorn #throne of glass fic #throne of glass

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dispatchwithlove · 8 months

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I'll have you know that I talked with friends ages ago about Shepard resting her cheek in his palm about how much trust you have to have bc god turians could rip you(a human) apart!

Then you put it in writing and I nearly combusted. I have to take some floor time.

I can tell that the fic is gunna destroy me in the best way

Dude, don't get me started on the topic of physical vulnerability in romance/sex! You already have though, so here goes, sorry (I'm not).

As an unashamed monster fucker/monster romancer, this is what it's all about! There is something so moving, so entrancing about a character finding safety, comfort, and pleasure from a character that possesses traits that frighten others, especially physically. Scenes where Belle softened her nerves and touched Beast tenderly shook me as a child! The bravery, vulnerability, and kindness it took is so touching. His huge mits that just swipe wolves away, the sharp claws on his thick fingers...and she just puts her tiny little hand in his, trusting him to be gentle with her! UGH! My heart.

Have you watched or read The Ancient Magus Bride? It's probably my favorite monster themed story. There's this scene where Elias (who looks scary even in his "normal" form) busts out into full scary monster mode and just SHREDS something that hurts Chise, and when it's over he's self conscious and ashamed, not wanting her to see him like that, and her reaction is so beautiful! She accepts him as is, and offers him assurance and kindness. UGH! My heart!

Monster fucking/romancing, to me at least, is all about accepting someone who's different, but it's also about finding comfort and safety in something you're supposed to fear. It's about finding beauty and attraction in features you're supposed to fear, like sharp claws/talons, sharp teeth, etc. It's about a character allowing themself to be vulnerable and trust that the other character is going to be tender. Because that's what love really is, right? Exposing your vulnerabilities to someone and trusting that they'll treat you with tenderness. That you'll open yourself up to someone, letting them see all of your imperfections and insecurities, and they'll still love you, protect you, be gentle with you. Portraying this emotional vulnerability through literal physical vulnerability just works so beautifully. It's a literal "you could hurt me right now, but I'm going to trust you and give myself to you anyway."

Ok, and there's also a lot of great play between pleasure and pain in sex scenes, if you're into that. Talons pinching into thighs, teeth raking across skin, etc.

So yes I will jump at any chance to depict this. Garrus and Shepard fit this so well because turians are apex predators, their teeth and talons are sharp, they look fast and agile, and god damn are they beautiful. And they're tall and have huge hands! They're ripe for monster fucking/romancing themes. In this fic in particular (it was titled Invisible String originally but the rewritten version will be titled and posted as Singularity) vulnerability and trust will play important roles in Shepard and Garrus's relationship, so of course I had to bust out some displays of trust juxtaposed with scary anatomy. Garrus in Archangel mode is a threatening sight (which I effing love), so having Shepard meet him and find comfort and safety in his presence gets my heart beating.

I'm so happy you enjoyed that little bit where she rests her cheek in his palm! There will be lots of Shepard seeking comfort from a dom-leaning Garrus in that fic.

I hope to post soon, but my silly brain is telling me it's not good enough yet so I keep poking at it. Crossing my fingers that the rest of the chapter makes you combust too 😊

Thanks for sending me this! I'll always get up on a podium to talk Shepard/Garrus, romance writing, and monster loving ❤️

#shakarian #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #garrus x shepard #shepard x garrus #elias ainsworth #the ancient magus bride #beauty and the beast #monster romance #monster fucking #asks and replies #monster writing

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revelwrittenscenes · 1 year

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Good Enough

Idol: Joy (Red Velvet)

{ Angst, Fluff }

Summary: It’s not easy being in a relationship with your school’s it-girl. Especially with so many people vying for her attention.

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Note: Hello, hello! Excited to put out a new Joy fic, based on a request which I lost. *Face palm* Hope y’all enjoy!

“Hey you two!” You watched your girlfriend embrace the students. Both had smiles that were just a little too bright for your liking.

Joy, being the social butterfly that she is, was willing to talk to just about anybody that approached her. That was what made her so magnetic. At least, that’s what you assumed.

It also didn’t hurt that she looked like she’d escaped from a fashion magazine.

You never imagined that Joy’s beauty would bother you but here you were. Dating the school’s it-girl had its perks for sure but having to share your girlfriend wasn’t easy.

Falling for Joy was never in your plans. But it had certainly been in hers.

When you first met her, you had wanted to get as far away from her as possible. You knew being with a girl like that would only bring trouble and you hadn’t wanted to get sucked in.

She was beautiful and you wanted nothing to do with it.

And besides, you couldn’t possibly be her type, so why entertain such silly thoughts?

Little did you know, you were exactly her type and she made sure to let you know it.

...

“Wow, you’re even hotter up close.”

These had been the first words Joy had said to you. You’d been assigned as partners for a class project and she’d come to sit beside you.

“Uh...” Not the most eloquent response, but it was the best you could do.

“I’m Joy. I don’t think we’ve officially met.”

You shook your head.

“It’s Y/N, right?”

You nodded.

Huh, you had thought to yourself, she knows my name.

“Of course I know your name!” She laughed, noticing the confused expression on your face.

“Right!”

...

After that day you hadn’t stood a chance. Joy was charming, funny, and intelligent. She wasn’t the arrogant party girl you had expected her to be.

She’d asked for the key to your heart, and you had gladly given it to her.

Up until a few weeks ago you had been content with her having this key, but lately it seemed like she had forgotten she had it.

Every day some idol-looking guy or girl would come up to you, asking you about her. What kind of flowers did she like? Did she like chocolate? Was she single?

The look on their faces when you told them she was your girlfriend was always disheartening. Not even in your AP Philosophy class did you see so much confusion on someone’s face.

It was worse on dates.

Every person that tried to hit on her was rewarded with friendly conversation from Joy. Great for them, not so great for you.

It had come to a point that if Joy got to talking with someone, you knew the date was over and resigned yourself to being the third wheel.

Not one to bring up problems or conflict, you pushed your feelings of annoyance down along with that tiny yet still present fear of inadequacy. It wasn’t until you were pushed to your limit that you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Joy was being her flirty and charming self, making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. She had her arm wrapped under yours, leaning slightly against you and pressing kisses to your face, here and there.

But like moths drawn to a flame, a group of older boys approached you and your girlfriend. Joy greeted them with a smile but with the way they were side eying you, you knew you were unwanted. So, you kept walking.

“Y/N! Wait up!” You heard Joy’s footsteps coming after you, but you continued.

“Y/N, wait!”

You stopped with a huff. “What is it Joy? Your suitors back there not good enough for you?”

She looked taken aback.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean even though you’re my girlfriend, I feel like I’m your damn chaperone whenever we’re out in public together!”

“Chaperone? You’re not serious, are you?” Joy said incredulously.

“Oh, I am dead serious, Sooyoung.” She flinched at the use of her name.

“You let everyone in, let everyone take away my time with you, everyone!” You held back tears. “Obviously I’m not enough for you!”

Joy gasped. “How can you say that?”

She grasped your hands tightly in hers, looking pleadingly into your eyes.

“Y/N, please believe me when I say you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Really?” You looked up at her, your eyes shining.

“You are more…than enough for me.” Her voice broke. “And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel you weren’t.”

She pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, I was just…scared of what might happen if I did.” You murmured.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to hide anything from me, Y/N. You can talk to me.”

You sighed. “Deep down, I know that. But my insecurities were eating me alive, Joy.”

“Well, I’ll just have to show you how perfect you are for me then.” She said, before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The group of boys, who had been watching from afar, decided to use this moment to interrupt once again.

“Hey Joy! As we were saying, we wanted to invite you to-”

“Sorry,” you interrupted. “But I need to walk my girlfriend to class before we’re both late.”

He quickly shut his mouth, looking at the rest of his friends in confusion.

Arm in arm you walked away, a smug smile on your face and a proud one on Joy’s.

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cactusnymph · 6 months

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holding hands 33 with the moon gays?

This is silly.

She's a cleric, Isobel is a cleric, Aylin is a paladin, somewhere over on the other side of the camp Halsin and Jaheira are drinking wine together and both of them have healing spells and yet here she sits cross-legged in front of Aylin while she bandages Shdowheart's hand.

"Hold still", Aylin demands and Shadowheart would love nothing more than to get up and walk away but apparently this thing's bite is poisonous and seeing as to how two of her fingers already turned a nasty shade of purple she probably shouldn't.

"I'll have my spells back after I trance for four hours", she says, pressing the words through her teeth. It is a constant battle to be touched gently like this, especially by someone as attractive as Aylin. Shadowheart doesn't want to think about how hot Aylin is or how beautiful Isobel is or how the two of them look at each other as if they hung the literal moon.

Shadowheart snorts about her own thoughts, staring upwards at the full moon in the sky. Surely it must be a cruel trick of fate to send her two Selûnite worshippers who are not only ridiculously in love with each other but are both so infuriatingly attractive that Shadowheart can't help but stare.

She tries to be secretive about it, that's her whole job. But Isobel especially is so damn perceptive. Her smirk will haunt Shadowheart forever.

Aylin's big, calloused hands are so gentle with her wound even though she herself looks terribly banged up from their earlier combat. Isobel is already asleep after almost dying earlier and Aylin had insisted... well.

"You fight well", Aylin says while she carefully cleans and disinfects Shadowheart's wound before grabbing a bandage.

"Thanks", Shadowheart says, trying her best to sound flippant in the face of this earnest compliment. It shouldn't make her heart skip a beat. She shouldn't enjoy this. She really, really shouldn't. "So do you, I suppose."

Aylin looks up at her with an unreadable expression before turning back to the bandage.

"You don't like it when people help you", she says softly. Shadowheart looks away and huffs.

"Who likes to be weak?", she answers. The fingers of her free hand are digging into her thigh so much that it starts hurting. Good. The pain is good and clears her mind.

"Seeking help is not weakness, daughter of darkness", Aylin says. Shadowheart wonders why she's even helping her--they should be enemies, just like their goddesses.

"Being dependent on other people is weakness", Shadowheart argues and Aylin smiles. It makes Shadowheart's skin tingle and her heart stumble. Gods dammit.

"No one can be strong on their own all the time. It is good to ask others for help and admit weakness from time to time. You will learn this eventually, I am sure", Aylin says and fastens the bandage around Shadowheart's hand.

There is a moment when the bandage is fastened and Shadowheart should pull her hand away. But she doesn't. Time seems to slow down as she stares at the point of their connection, her slender, pale hand in Aylin's way bigger hand, her knuckles bloodied and her palm dirty.

Aylin holds her hand there and Shadowheart does not pull away.

She looks up swallows heavily when her eyes meet Aylin's.

"You can always call on me for help if you need it", she says earnestly, her face open and honest and Shadowheart hates it, hates Aylin, hates the moon and Isobel and Selûne and most of all she hates herself for how weak her knees feel and how desperately she wants to keep holding on.

She pulls her hand away.

"I can take care of myself", she says and gets up to walk over to her bedroll, her hand still burning from Aylin's soft touch.

feel free to send me more of these <3

#dame aylin #shadowheart #bg3 aylin #bg3 #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 shadowheart #mi writes #thank you for sending me this prompt <333 i love the moon wlw *~*

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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'' i'm extremely okay with this. " for Rulie?

"Julie the cast list is out!" Flynn yelled as she bounced down the hall towards her. Julie sucked in a breath, holding hope in her heart. She had tried out for Romeo & Juliet on a whim, thinking it would be fun, plus the credit would look good on her college applications. But now...

What if she got a part? What if she didn't?

With bated breath she stalked down the hall to where the cast list was hanging on the drama club room door. She saw Carrie walk away looking a little miffed, so her hopes sank. If Carrie, the star of the school didn't get the role she wanted, what hope was there for Julie?

Only when she looked through the minor parts and didn't see her name, Julie still felt disappointment. Not even the role of Nurse? But then she decided to see who would be playing the titular roles, and spied something she never thought would happen.

Julie Molina-Juliet

And right below that, even more damning was the thing that made Julie stifle her screams:

Reggie Peters-Romeo

"Aren't you excited Jules?" Flynn asked from her side. "You get to play the most famous couple in history with your crush!"

"Whooo," Julie said weakly. What was she going to do?

The thing was that she and Reggie were actually pretty good friends after he tutored her in math and she helped him pass Spanish 1. It was during those study sessions that Julie fell for Reggie, getting to know the dorky personality behind the leather jacket and ripped jeans.

Turned out that falling in love was way easier than algebra.

But she had kept her feelings to herself, not wanting to lose her friend, her only chance of passing math for the sake of a silly crush she had hoped would pass. Only now she was still in love with Reggie for over a year, and was going to have to kiss him in front of a crowd of strangers!

"Hey Jules," the man himself said as he leaned against her locker later that day. "You ready to be my Julie-t?"

"S-sure," Julie stuttured.

"Hey, it's only a play right? We can have fun with it.!" Reggie exclaimed. "Besides I am positive you'll get a kick out of me in tights right?"

"Right."

In the end it turned out okay because Reggie made running their lines fun, goofing around and then doing an about face to the brooding Romeo in seconds flat. Julie had to stifle many a giggle as he made faces at her from the sidelines during her scenes. It didn't erase the tension of the whole romance aspect, but it relaxed her.

She was playing a role, she could do this.

Only she forgot that they had yet to do the whole kiss scene. And the day was finally here.

"Don't worry Julie, I had a pile of fish and garlic and onions for lunch!" Reggie joked. But she couldn't find it in herself to laugh. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Just... nervous I guess?" she lied. "Not used to an audience for my kisses."

"You wanna practice it just us first?" Reggie asked.

Julie bit her lip and nodded. At least then her humiliation would be private. Hopefully Reggie wouldn't pick up on her feelings, and like drop out of the show. She let him take her to an empty classroom, the two of them sitting on the floor.

"I know we're supposed to be dancing and the like, but I figured a dry read would be okay," Reggie said shyly, his cheeks a sweet pink colour. Maybe he was just as nervous as Julie was?

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;/They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," Reggie started, holding their palms together, a cheeky grin on his face.

Julie bit back a smile, trying to take on the air of the prim Capulet heiress and said her next line; "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

Reggie cupped her cheek, and looked her right in the eye. "Are you okay with this?"

"I am extremely okay with this," Julie whispered back. "Now say the line."

Reggie blushed even deeper and grinned, leaning in further, their lips almost brushing as he recited. "Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take."

Then he kissed her.

It was a sweet press of lips, but it sent a shock of sparks up Julie's spine at the feeling of giddiness it evoked in her. The press and pull of their mouths was supposed to be an innocent thing, but to Julie it felt downright sinful. So much so that she threaded her fingers through Reggie's hair, prolonging the kiss for a beat longer. Finally they pulled back, blinking at one another, eyes wide, lungs racing to catch their breath amidst their hearts raging rhythm.

"Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged," Reggie said, looking still dazed and shell shocked.

Julie giggled a little, blushing to the roots of her hair. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took."

"Give me my sin again," Reggie said, reeling her in for another kiss. And well, Julie didn't have the heart to tell him that he'd gotten the line wrong. Not when he was kissing her like that any ways.

So maybe they'd have to tone it down for the stage, but Julie was fairly certain that this was just the start of her love story-and hopefully they would have a much happier ending.

She was right, but she did have to laugh at every review of the play mentioning her chemistry with Reggie. He just smiled and held her hand as they walked through the halls, happily granting her one more sinful kiss before her class.

Even if it was math, she was pretty sure she had a lock on her tutor for the remainder of the year-and many more years beyond that.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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My heart is crying over pasta bake & so I'm writing to the Munsons because I wanna be silly for 5 minutes🥺

It's written TO Eddie & Uncle Wayne, speaking as if I am in their universe. Because why not?🥺

TW NEGATIVITY NEGATIVITY NEGATIVITY AND I GUSH!!!!

Hey, Eddie.

So, uh... it's been a while since we got to spend time together, hasn't it? I can't even remember the sound of your voice, baby. That's my own fault, though. I always tell myself 'you can see Eddie when you're done studying/after work/once you've got X done' but when I've done these things, I have to do something else and then before I know it, I'm holding your guitar pick in the palm of my hand in the work break room when I'm getting in or out of my uniform and fighting off tears because I miss you so damn much it hurts.

I just don't know what to do, angel. Everything is so much all the time and it's getting increasingly so as the weeks go by and I feel like I'm drowning. Dad told me the other day that I do a really good impression of a duck; I look calm and serene on the surface but underneath, my feet are going like crazy to keep me afloat. And he's right and I hate it. I just... I don't know, Eddie. Everything is just... it's a lot and I keep trying to grapple things so that I can catch up with studying but it's getting to the point where if it gets any worse, there won't be catching up because it'll be next to impossible and the odds are already stacked against me. I have until the end of this week to complete an assignment, which I was graciously given an extension for (have you forgiven me for the 32 hour stint yet?🙏), and do three weeks' of uni work, otherwise it'll become four weeks of uni work and two assignments... yeah, I know... I'm disappointed in me too.

I thought I was doing well, and I was.... and then all of a sudden I wasn't and everything spiralled out of control faster than I could tighten my grip and I'm fighting to make it right. My job is so demanding that it asks for everything except a virgin sacrifice, but technically I give them that every time I show up for a shift, and I'm always so tired when I come home that I just don't wanna study so then I don't and then before I know it I'm a week behind but then work doesn't stop being intense because of the industry I work in and then university builds in intensity literally every week and then I stopped eating as much, I stopped sleeping as much and then before you know it, I'm here. Running on fumes, caffeine, spite, running on empty, burning the candle at both ends, telling people she's okay but watching the same film literally twenty-seven times in one week because it's comforting, staying away from you because if I look at you, my beloved, I'll cry, and I simply don't have the time to put myself back together when I've already fallen apart. It's hard enough trying to catch your own fall.

I know what's happening to me, I've been here before, years ago, when I got home from what happened to me (a story I've never told you but maybe one day I will, if you want to hear it), and I know how it ends. And it's happening again but I don't know if I have the strength to pull myself out of it a second time. So forgive me if my hold on you is loose but tight at the same time. I'm almost afraid to look at you, because looking at your chocolate button eyes will make me cry and yet, they're such a big comfort to me. Right now, I'm in a place where I can save things, I can fix it. But if this carries on, it'll be too far gone a situation and then where will I be??? Three years of uni work, down the pan, and for what? A several month long.... whatever the fuck this is? I don't know, Eddie. Maybe you do.

But anyway, I'm sliding this note under your door because I think you're at Hellfire Club right now and I don't want to linger around and disturb anyone. I've left Uncle Wayne a note too, would you please make sure he receives it? I love you both so much, and I'm sorry I've been away so long. Make sure I come back soon, okay? If it's left up to me, we'll never see each other again because I'm not enough for the lifestyle I worked so hard for and that means I'm not enough for you, either. And I want to be enough for you, so so badly. I'm not enough in the ways I should be and I'm too much in the ways I shouldn't be.

But it's... I don't know, Eddie. I'll figure it out. I can't cut back on my work hours because I need the money because everything is so damn expensive, I'm saving up to move out of my parents' house and paying my own bills and helping my parents with theirs when they need it. And also quitting uni, a daily thought I have, isn't an option because otherwise that's the last three years of my life wasted and I already feel like everything I've ever done at any point ever has been a waste too, so I HAVE to get this right.

I just want you here, Eddie. I miss you so much, you beautiful man. My sweet angel baby. I'm only trying to stand my ground because you did, too. You were absolutely fucking terrified but you went down with a fight and I need to be like that too, I want to be like that. I know I can be better than this, I usually am, and I don't understand why I'm struggling so much. It's pissing me off and I just want to crumple myself up, throw me away and get a new Eri because this one is fucking everything up and I hate her. The only things I like about Eri are her hair, her eyes, her creativity, her taste in music, and her friends. Everything else needs to be replaced.

People have told me this isn't my fault, but it IS. How can it not be, when it's my job, my degree, my choices whether to eat or sleep or not, me choosing whether or not to get stressed, me choosing to not study or to sit staring into space picking at my skin because everything is just so much that it scares me into not doing anything??? It's all on me, it's my fault, my responsibility, you know? I'm just not enough, Eddie, I'm not. And I need to be. I'm not even enough for you and that hurts so much because you're the best of the best. There's no one better than you.

I gotta go some chores, honey. I love you, so so so so much. I want to hold onto you and never let you go, not for a second. Will you please stay? I'm sorry I haven't given you a reason to, but please?🥺

All my love,

Erika.💗

P.S. I'm still wearing your necklace! I feel very much your girl today🥺🫂

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Dearest Uncle Wayne,

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God, I just wanna crawl into your lap and burrow myself into your flannel and cry. But I'd never ask to do that. Truth be told, I'm almost afraid to look at you because I'm worried you're angry and/or disappointed in me. I mean, I am so why wouldn't you be? You're amongst the very best of us, you and your boy.

And I... I feel like I'm amongst the worst, at least when it comes to all the Eris I've ever been. I've been here before, Uncle Wayne, and I barely survived it and I'm so scared it's happening again now, even though everything was going great. I had such a good handle on things but then uni increased the workload and then work suddenly got really intense and I couldn't breathe aaaaand it's a few months later and I still can't breathe and I'm scared to go under, Uncle Wayne. The dark scares me, you know it does, and I'm worried it'll be dark if things carry on. I won't do this, to clarify before you panic and grab the phone to call me, but I'm almost tempted to let everything go to shit just to see what would happen!!! But I'm holding onto your flannel, fighting like hell to make sure it doesn't happen even when I want it to. Because I don't actually want it, you know? It's just a thought and I feel like this particular negative thought is more reflective of my fears; not something I actually want.

But. I say this with affection, but I am a stubborn, black-hearted bitch who will eventually wake up, sick of her own shit, and smash through all the uni work I need to do, finish the assignment I'm afraid of and stop staring into space for hours on end, all because I'm overwhelmed with how much there is to do. I need to be more than this and I don't understand why I'm not, I don't understand why this is so hard. I mean, I know it is hard, working almost full-time and studying at the same time, but christ alive, Uncle Wayne, I'm crumbling under the pressure and I don't have a big enough broom to sweep me up and pat me into a neat little pile so you can pour coffee on it until it becomes me again.🥺

I'm really really lost, Uncle Wayne, and I need you to sit me down and lecture me until I cry (you won't have to try hard, just glare at me, raise your voice a little, and job's a good'un!🙃), and then hug me 'til I'm giggling. I think I could face all this properly if I had you here. I have a week to correct this whole academic mess but I'm not sure I can, not without continuing to sacrifice sleep, meals, and my time with you and Eddie. I don't remember your voice, I don't remember what arm you always outstretch first to hug me, I don't remember anything except your ghosts and I miss you both so much.

I'm sorry I'm not your Eri right now, Uncle Wayne. She's gone and I don't know where she is and I'm really scared.💔I need her and I need you and I need Eddie and I need... I don't know what I need but maybe you do. I can see you scratching your head right now.

But anyway. I love you lot and lots and I miss you and I wanna come over but I'm scared to in case you yell at me or tell me you don't love me anymore or this is all my fault or whatever else; it'd be deserved because it's all true. It is my fault! I let this happen and I need to fix it.

With all my love,

Eri.

#things for eri

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justgojoshoe · 2 years

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Sinful Desires Jealous!Jungkook x fem bodied! reader

Tw; rough sex, unprotected sex DONT BE SILLY WRAP THE WILLY. Lots of biting , bets. Pretending to like hoseok. breeding kink. soft! Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader My first story be kind 😭

summary; are you at hoseok make a bet and whoever wins gets money ofc. well you never would’ve guessed that bet lost you your virginity.

I straight up lost the first draft so I’m sorry it’ll be short.

This all started when Hoseok decided it was time to show you your crush was most definitely reciprocated. “No Hobi they’re not- he’s not-he doesn’t like me and that’s the truth and I can’t change that how many times do I have to tell you” fierytears well in your eyes as you’re forced to think about the truth again and again and you scowled at him because he’s forcing you to think about it this is all a cruel joke. “ I’m telling you Y/n he does! Ugh fine I’ll show you. Pretend to flirt with me today and see what he does if he does nothing you win 50$$ and if he does something I win 50$$” you sigh and nod in agreement some cash wouldn’t hurt right. He shoots his adorable heart smile. His calloused hand meets yours and you grab it. You guys walk around the dorms and really just flirt. You sit on his lap a couple times he kisses your cheek. This is definitely not unnoticed by jungkook. His teeth grind and his fists clench. He sits next to you two. You giggle “oppa. Stop tickling me” you giggle “ yeobo, I’d never not with the way you laugh!” Jungkook straight up snatched you off his lapand threw you over his shoulder and scurried to his room leaving a smirking hoseok. “ I’m gonna be rich” he hummed. Jungkook threw you on his bed. “ you can’t call him oppa anymore. Don’t touch him either!” You tear up leaving jungkook surpised his once vein decorated biceps slowly go back to normal. He then holds you as you sob quietly. “ you shouldve told me you were in love with hoseok” hoseok cries in laughter and muffles his giggles as he runs straight to yoongis room to spill the tea. You can hear his loud ass. Hes slipping and tripping he’s straight up hysterical as he slammed Yoongis door shut. Jungkook waits then looks at you. “ no I’m in love with you Y/n” you gasp as he takes the opportunity to shut you up a d slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan as he feverishly kisses you. He only paused to say “ can I? I’m so close to ripping these damned things off your body.” He gasps “ are we- are we like together? “ he looks at you I’m disbelief as you mentally face palm for cock blocking YOURSELF. But as much as you needs him you had to hear the words fall from his beautiful lips. “ yes , I love you. I thought my confession would’ve gotten that across.” He chuckles “ then fuck me not as a friend as a lover oppa.” “ jungkook I wanted to hear you scream it so hoseok knows he’ll never have you.” You want to correct him but you want that dick.

When he said he’d rip those clothes off he was not kidding I REPEAT this is not a drill he ripped those mofos off with ease.. even your jeans and underwear. HOW JUST HOW DID HE DO IT ( girl idk ) not gonna lie it turned you on. You then sat up to pull off his shirt but he pushed you down and did it himself. You marvel, no basked in the glory of those cheese graders there is no fucking way they are abs they’re too sharp. You swear he’s built by the gods. So beautiful yet so handsome. Your eyes trailed ha fair and toned skin. He leans in and bites your ear “ like what you see baby?” You blush furiously fuck pink your red as fuck. He unclasped your bra as he steals one more kiss however unlike the others this is soft and sweet it probably an apology to your cervix. Jungkook licks and nips at your nipple sucking it like it’ll produce his banana milk. He massages the other with his left hand as his right sneaks down and rubs your clit. He moves down as he shoots you one last look for concent. When you nod he licks his lip and sucks on your clit like the world depended on it he’d lick and nip here and there but the thing that never change is the way he’d look at you, pupils blown wide and brown eyes black with the desire to ravish your body. He never looked away studying the way your head threw back or the way you’d drool and moan incoherently and mewl. The way you grip the bed sheets or shake when it felt good. He’d made you come twice by oral and still couldn’t get enough he was too addicted to your essence. You’d come 2 extra times on his fingers and he was finally ready to strip and fill you to the brim with his seed. When he unleashed his beast you almost backed away.

You knew it’d be big but not fucking humongous. “ it won’t- it can’t- there’s no way- IT WONT FIT!” He chuckles dryly “ I’ll make it. Doming worry youve been a good girl and I’ll make you feel like it. ‘Gonna fill you with my kids.” You blush and back down as his pink tip kisses your entrance. He grasps your hand as he thrusts in knowing he’d bust a nut if he’d go slowly, you were to fucking tight. He did however let you get used to his size. He started thrusting slowly looking into your eyes and picked up the pass as he could no longer control himself with the way your gummy walls sucked him in so well. He knew you weren’t gonna get away. He wouldn’t let you. You cry out as he thrust with all his might your boobs bounce as he folds you into a mating press. His eyes never leave the mounds of flesh addicted to the way they bounce. “ my- first time… thank you AH JUNGKOOK I LOVE YOU” he bites down on your shoulder till blood draws as he licks and gently kisses his art. “ first and last. You’re mine baby all mine”. If he gets to bite so do you , you bite down on his bicep you’ve always dreamt of the feeling. It was like a drug the addiction flows threw your veins and you know you will never break free. “ I’m I- I’m gonna- COMING” he already knew by the way you were clenching. “ be a good girl and come with me” he started rubbing your clit and it sent you straight to the moon. You scream in ecstasy as his cock kissed your cervix and empties a load in your womb. “ I love you baby” he pulls you close as you mutter “ I love you more”. He scowls as cum leaks from your pussy. “ this won’t do I need to fill you with my babies.” He thrust in and you moan. You were in for a long night. neither of you noticed the ding of your phone.

From: Hobi ☀️ ♥️ ; I’ll get the 50 from your purse 😈. Your welcome ’yeobo’ 💀. Oh also You owe me if yoongi pukes on my shoes!

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how’d you like it. Please say it was good.Please say it was good. Please say it was good. It’s 5 at this point and I lost my first draft 😢

it’s my first fanfic but won’t be my last if you liked it I’ll do more of any group or anime characters. Even genshin 😏 requests are open!

unedited and not proofread! Sorry I hope it’s good!

love ~ your local unnie!

#jungkook #jung hoseok #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #hoseok x you #jhope #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff

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namkooktyddys · 8 months

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2. DISHONESTY

Three Days Ago

Author's P.O.V:

"I am so damn excited to see myself in that gown you know? The day is just 72 hours away and... And boom! My last name won't be Lee anymore! Like, do you even understand what I'm saying huh?...... Yeah yeah, come on now, I know Duri, being with your grandma is more important than my wedding now stop sulking. She's sick and you gotta care for her right? It's not like we can't catch up once I get hitched with him. I just wan-"

Walking into the dressing room you saw two people. You were stupefied by the sight. Your throat went dry the moment you saw the most unexpected scene in front of you.

Your fiancé cheating on you with your sister, Ha-Eun.

"....Y/N...? Are you on the line?....You still there?.... Y/N!?" Duri, on the other line was repeatedly calling for you but your ears went deaf seeing them desperately making out with each other. It was like the earth beneath your feet has slipped. Just to let them know that they have been caught, you make an apparent thud with your feet after making another obvious screech sound while you angrily pushed away the curtains of the dressing room.

"Why are you here?"

Without even sparing a glance, you turn around to leave the room. Of course it was hella disturbing - His face was buried into Ha-Eun's neck and her hands holding onto his hairs. Her chest was half bare and already had fresh hickeys and on the other hand, his belt and pants were undone.

Nothing could make you feel more worthless right now. Not your sister again making you feel inferior to her. She always had the best and now your marrier too.

You heard her leaving the room but didn't even care to have a look as you knew if she comes in front of you, your palms would already be kissing her cheeks.

"I told you I could pick up your gown myself and you don't have to come along" He came closer to you, fixing his plain black Ralph Lauren shirt. His eyes were yet fixed on his shirt, now focused on rolling his sleeves up, as if he was trying to hide his gaze from you. And why was his temperament so fucking calm as if he hasn't fucked up big time?

Oh! How badly your heart felt a pang on seeing him looking through his lashes, checking if you were 'mad' at what he did.

Surely, you were digging holes in his soul by staring at him with your teary eyes the whole time.

"That was accidental, Y/N."

The audacity to call the entire episode a mere 'accident'! Your blood was boiling as unlike earlier, he maintained a deep eye contact this time which showed no glint of remorse and the very moment you bitterly blurt out-

"Accidental I see... Did your pants accidentally slip off or you kissed her accidentally? Huh!!"

"Watch your tone you-" Your jaw was cupped painfully harshly while his left hand roughly pulled you towards him by your waist. He clenched his jaw in anger whereas his eyes were as devilish as a demon. How silly it felt to not have a control over your own body. You were beyond shocked to see this side of him. A man, all sweet, charming, cute and lovely 16 months ago, became as scary as a thunderstorm in a snap!

Being this close, you observed how the sides of his neck and jaw had light marks of lipstick and his body smelled exactly like that of Ha-Eun's.

You felt powerless, so damn feeble and fragile in his arms. No way you would reveal how weak and heartbroken you were because why? Why should you unveil it to him? You were strong and fierce and he shall know that. But your eyes were betraying you. A tear was already rolling down your cheeks and for a matter of second, his eyes held a glimpse of...guilt?

The said man leaned closer and placed his lips forcefully on the corner of yours.

How the fuck did you let him kiss you? You pressed your lips into a thin line to restrict him from going further. Pure disgust was crippling up through your whole body.

You loathe his touch now.

"BACK OFF KIM TAEHYUNG! DON'T YOU DARE TO TOUCH ME WITH THOSE BLOODY FILTHY HANDS!"

Gathering up your full strength, you hardly pushed him with the utmost force and wiped your lips with the back of your palm.

Taehyung let go of your figure walking back to a distance, and crossed his arms over his chest. You wanted to slap off that dirty, mocking chuckle that he just left. Fixing his hairs boldly, he took a few steps towards you.

"May I remind you, in two days, I'm gonna be your husband. Behave, Lee Y/N."

"I. AM. NOT. MARRYING. A. CHEATER."

You said looking into his eyes, pausing after each word to symbolise that you were adamant in your decision and your tone did sound firm but you were taken aback when Taehyung started chuckling insanely at what you just said.

His laughs immediately stopped and you furrowed your eyebrows. You were confused, a bit scared, furious, pissed off and emotionally drained and his actions were surprising you every second.

This is not the Taehyung you knew.

"Seriously, Y/N?"

Your name never sounded so nauseating from his mouth ever before.

He seemed really intimidating with that voice which went deeper than it was normally before.

Bending down to match your height, he again leaned closer but you backed off as an impulsive behaviour. He continued after licking his lips, "Our parents have invested millions of bucks in this wedding and you really think they're just gonna let you to blow it all?"

For a while, you gave a thought on what he said but again, your parents are not the one who is gonna spend the rest of their lives with him. You are the one who is going to.

Taehyung proceeded to grab a bridal veil from one of the mannequins placed around you. Clipping it onto the crown of your head neatly, he nonchalantly spoke, "You do not decide anything in your life, darling."

"I will get married for sure, but not with you."

All your sadness swept away. You sounded confident enough for the urge to get back, seeking retaliation was the only thought clouding your brain and mind right now. You were blinded by hate and also, your only motive was to either escape this marriage or prevent it from happening.

"Pft! Such a silly little girl. How will you find a groom in three days?"

"I don't have to explain you how, who, what, when, where. You are no one to me. No fucking one!"

For a matter of fact, your tone went a couple of octaves low and again Taehyung's face had that freaking mucky smirk which was irking each nerve in your body. You challenging him and the determination in you was giving him the desire to burst out in laughter.

"I am your fiancé and we are meant to get married really very soon honey. You know that well. Isn't it?"

Putting both his hands inside the pockets of his pants, he stood straight, taking a good look at your whole figure from head to toe and smiled cunningly.

A game of intense stare was going on between you both and Taehyung was the one to break it first. He turned his back at you to leave the room for the best and walked towards the exit.

His figure was seemingly decreasing in size as he neared the exit but his words were ringing loudly in your ears.

"See you at the altar, Ms. Le-... No!.. Soon-to-be Mrs. Kim."

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Author's Note:

Don't worry, I won't make him as bad as you are thinking. Our TaeTae is such a pure soul. One of the best 7 Bois to exist! 😩💕

#bts yoongi #bts ff #yn #bts fantasy au #bts fanfction #bts fandom #bts fanfic #bts fake scenarios #bts army #bts

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