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[i-am-a-fish]

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[angelwithdemonictendencies]

i wish more than anything you were good to me; your memory kisses me softer than you ever did.

tz11 x reader: halloween parties are for exes. 

(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), choking, hair pulling (both ways), fingering, dirty talk (obviously), both characters are toxic and mean and all that (i can't write a healthy tz11 relationship for the life of me, (please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

(a/n: welcome to the spice installment of sugar and spice! favorites - this was so fun for me to write, you have no idea. nothing i love more than a main character (you) who gives tz11 what's coming to him. if you don't like toxic relationships, maybe don't read, but i think this one is really fun. and you get a happy ending (my kind of happy ending, at least)! but, please, don't actually fuck your exes. i promise it's not as hot as i'm making it out to be. this is a shorter, single scene piece, sort of like my earlier stuff. i hope you enjoy, and i hope you tell me what you think. you can read the sugar installment here for a no-smut, meet-cute type of piece with jd6. happy halloween! sending so much love and beauty and gentleness to you and your snakes. go canucks! i love that i can say that and have them actually be playing! until next time).

a couple hours before, when you were getting ready for the party, lacing up your corset with thick red ribbon and painting thin, dark veins under your eyes like spiders, you had laughed with your friends about how nothing could ruin this night.

evidently, you had been wrong.

you felt him before you saw him. you had always had a sort of sixth sense for his presence. even when you were together, looking back, it wasn't necessary a good feeling, but a stimulating one. when he entered a room, your blood felt like it sparked to life, moved through your body faster than what was healthy. electricity hummed at your fingertips, practically making your teeth chatter.

this time, a month or so after you broke up with him, a month or so after he cheated on you without even a breath of remorse, a bitter taste filled your mouth.

a bitterness that exploded when he locked eyes with you across the dark, crowded room. his eyes that you had hoped you wouldn't recognize, hoped you wouldn't find as captivating as you had before.

but you did, and he probably knew that. he smirked at you, the expression pulling at his mouth in an easy way you had always been envious of. you scowled, turned away, felt something like rage and embarrassment and grief well up within you, push at the boundaries of your body, threaten to force their way to the outside world, to the world of the known.

your waterline felt tense, explosive with the pressure of it all. your skin felt hot, your hands didn't feel like yours. you ducked your head down, felt your exhale come out shallow and shaky, almost like the breath you let out when you had shut your door on him, one last time, not so long ago. maybe you should just go home. maybe you weren't ready, just yet. maybe -

"sugar."

you lifted your head up instinctually, found him much too close, so close it made you devastatingly angry. how could he stand here, so close you could smell his cologne, but not the one you had bought him for his last birthday? instead, that cheap, horrid one you always hated but he insisted on? the one you thought made him smell like an over-excited teenager?

and who was he to call you that, now? a name that once had sent your head spinning with delight, with fantasies of a one-day autumn wedding, of a house with a wrap around porch, of a rescue dog and a blue-tile kitchen. now, it made wrath cloud your head like potent whiskey.

"trevor," you responded, surprised yourself at the hardness, the coldness that froze your words in midair.

he pouted as he leaned back against the wall, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic way. he was making fun of you.

he nodded up and down, gesturing to your costume. "and what're you supposed to be? dracula's whore?"

you bristled. he never had understood boundaries, how he had relinquished any right to judge you.

you looked good, you knew it, and you could tell he knew it, too. he wouldn't have called you that if he didn't. and you didn't miss the spark of heat that caught behind his gaze, the way his eyes caught lazily on your chest.

he was an asshole, but he still wanted you. that had to count for something.

"what are you supposed to be? a narcissistic douchebag?" you looked him up and down, and a laugh bubbled free from your throat. a real one, when you realized what he was wearing. "no way you actually wore your own jersey."

you shot him a look of false pity, placed a manicured hand over your heart like a southern belle that possessed all the forgiveness you so lacked. "couldn't pay some other girl to wear it for you? no one wants to be an overrated sellout this halloween?"

he chuckled, a sound full of danger and you hated how your stomach turned upon hearing it. how something tightened at the reminder of the good parts - how you wished you could only remember the bad ones.

your biting tone seemed to set him at ease, if anything. he cocked his head to the side, crossed his arms across his chest, shot you a knowing look. "when have i ever had to pay for that, sugar?" he asked, teasing and slow, like talking to a toddler.

a tone you refused to accept.

"i don't know," you shrugged, brushed your hands on your skirt. "i guess i always assumed you paid off the girl you cheated on me with." you gave a light gesture to his general being. "because it isn't your looks, and surely it isn't your sparkling personality."

he laughed, deep and raw, rebalanced himself on his feet. you took a sip of your drink, ran your tongue along your cheek, took the opportunity to really take him in.

it's not like he looked too different from when you last saw him. same messy hair, if not a bit grown out. same sharp features, same childish expressions that always made him look less mature than his face. same long frame and strong shoulders. same aura of self-assurance, of steadiness.

"are you done, sugar?" he asked, in a single motion grabbing your drink from your hand and taking a sip.

you rolled your eyes. "like you want me to be." you didn't necessarily have a problem with him knowing you were looking at him like that. maybe it was a side effect of having been in a serious (to you) relationship with him.

he shrugged. "fair enough," he conceded, and you took your drink right back.

"you don't like cocktails, remember," you bit out, attempting to wield history like some fabled blade.

when you were together, he never drank sweet drinks, even though you knew he liked them more than beer or hard liquor. he would always drink yours, like he was doing now.

you had always believed he was far too concerned with his image.

his smirk grew deeper, a flash of teeth that could have been a snarl if he took you more seriously. "how's celibacy treating you, then, sugar?"

"stop calling me that," you bit out, felt your anger swirl around you like a poison fog.

"you're nothing else to me," he said, little more than a scoff.

you refused to even justify his narcissism with a response. you shoved your cocktail into his chest for him to finish. "and i'm not celibate, you dick." you tilted your head, let your eyes fill with pity. "someone needed to finish the job after a year of dissatisfaction." the lie felt powerful as it escaped past your teeth.

so you turned, walked away from him, before he could bite out something terrible.

finding your friends, making your way to the dance floor, you exhaled, something heavy and flat on your breath. something that may have had something to do with the fact that even after all he had done, all he had put you through, how much you hated him, you still wanted him.

how infuriating was that? how paper thin the line was between want and spite?

so a combination of both rumbled through you like an earthquake as you danced, let your hair fall gracefully down one side of your neck, your head thrown back, the music like a heartbeat.

you didn't know where he was, but you knew he was watching you, knew he couldn't tear his gaze away, and that knowledge was intoxicating.

even as someone else came up behind you, some other lacking man whispered something in your ear, something that made you laugh, even as this ghost of a man put a hand on your hip, and swayed with you, even then he was watching.

he was watching for what could have been a moment, could have been an hour, until he was right in front of you again, pulling you away, pulling you down the hall, until it was just the two of you under dim lights, the air smelling of smoke and regret.

you peered up at him, his body so, so close. "what the fuck, trevor?" you seethed.

he boxed you against the wall, his forearm above your head, the other hand bracing at your side. "oh, please, sugar. you don't want him."

the air between you sparked, familiar as a favorite sweater. you smirked at him, found want flooding from his gaze like an unchecked faucet. maybe you would have pointed it out if you didn't know the same want was reflected in yours.

"ah," you said. "you're jealous." your mouth ticked, smug, satisfied. you brought a delicate hand up to pat his cheek like a chastising grandparent. "rich, coming from you, trev."

you made to pull your hand back, but he was faster, moving his own hand to cover yours, holding it against his face.

the gravity of the motion startled you, made your stomach tighten. this, a voice cooed inside of you like a demon, this is the part you'll miss.

"'m not jealous," he breathed, shaky, as if your extended touch made him lose his balance.

was his face getting closer to yours? when was the last time you had been able to see his eyes so close, besides in memories that made hot tears prick at your lashes?

"liar," you hissed, heat from his cheek seeming to scorch clean through your palm.

"yeah, sugar?" he whispered, his gaze dipping down to your mouth almost drowsily, "make a liar out of me."

he guided your lips to his in a kiss that felt like your favorite dive bar after weeks of fancy hotel restaurants, like flame and fog and tarnished jewelry you couldn't bring yourself to take off.

he relaxed against your body with a sound you had forgotten he could make, in moments like these. a mix of a moan, an exhale, a whimper - how could you have forgotten? surely there had never been anything more important.

you looped your arms around his neck, pulled him down, closer, as he reached down to hook one of your legs up around his hip.

you moaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips up into you, exactly the kind of frantic and direct you had missed from him.

he tasted like the sweet drink you had shared, like brutal history, like catastrophic closure.

somehow, this felt like power, as you felt him harden against you.

because you wanted him, sure, but he would never have you the way he had before. he would never have all of you, so completely and wholly and absolutely. never again would he understand the privilege of how he had known you before, so cruelly and deeply and personally.

tonight, you would have him with a nonchalance and an indifference that felt like victory. you would have him, and then you would walk away, and you wouldn't feel abandoned or less-than or second best.

so you laced your hands into the grown out curls at the nape of his neck, tugged gently, swallowed his following moan. you rolled your hips right back against him, let yourself relish in how good he felt, how solid.

you let him drag his lips down to your neck, linger there, biting lightly at your collarbone. you let his fingers trace across your upper thigh, reaching gently under your short skirt. his gentleness made you smirk.

"getting shy on me, now?" you said, your voice a low laugh. he picked his head up, eyes heavy, searching yours. you gathered his shirt in your fist, tugged him to your level. "i don't want shy."

he rolled his eyes in a playful sort of way, a light teasing in his gaze. "and sugar always gets what she wants, hm?"

maybe a past you would have blushed, been embarrassed, but just hummed a sound of affirmation and let him pull you somewhere with a door that locked.

in a blur the door was shutting and you were pushed up against it as he once against hiked up your leg, this time without any hesitation, his hands moving like muscle memory.

there was no trace of shyness, of gentleness, because what room was there for that? you were past that kind of relationship with him.

your breath caught when he finally dragged his rough fingers through your folds, made you arch your back up off the door, which made him tsk in disapproval.

"stay still for me, sugar," he cooed, with his other hand keeping your torso pressed down, "be good for me, yeah?"

you nodded as he pushed a finger inside of you, focused all your energy into keeping your back against the door. the sensation made you crazy, made your stomach tighten, your head cloud as he began to set a slow rhythm in and out.

"fuck, trevor." you choked on a moan, squeezed at his bicep so hard you wondered if there would be purplish phantoms of your fingertips left behind. "fuck, faster, please."

"always were so greedy," he groaned as he picked up the pace, making your head roll back, feel the indentations of the door in your hair.

you dug your nails into his arms, sucked on your teeth when he groaned at the pain, brought your other hand down to run just under his waistband, felt a shiver erupt under your fingertips.

"don't," he practically growled, his voice almost hoarse as his hand shot from your stomach to your throat, holding you in place and squeezing just gently enough to feel. he slowed the pace of his fingers down to something excruciating, so beautifully deep but just not enough. "don't tease, sugar."

despite it all, you felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. "why, baby?" you looked up at him through your lashes, could already feel your mascara running like your tears had, that night you found out. "scared you'll cum too quick?" you watched rage disguised as humor flash across his gaze, a look that brought back a million memories.

you cupped his jaw with a palm, soft and mocking like some kind of cruel mother. "'s okay, baby, some girls like that."

he ran his tongue along his teeth, slow and deliberate, below flipping you around so that your cheek was pressed against the door, your hands bracing yourself against it.

you felt him tug clothes aside, heard him spit into his hand. "think you're so funny, don't you?"

"your friends think so, too," you said, which had him tugging you back by your hair, a hiss escaping your parted lips.

"enough," he rasped, an angry noise, as he thrust into you, hard and deep, forcing a moan from somewhere inside of you you barely remembered.

his pace was immediate and staggering, so deep you felt him in your palms, so hard you remembered everything your grief had so graciously forced you to forget.

"fuck, sugar," he bit out, rough, like maybe he was remembering, too. "so wet for me, hm?"

maybe you nodded, stunned by sensation, as his rhythm solidified, sending you spiraling, your stomach tensing with that lovely pressure.

he reached a hand around you to rub at your clit as he continued to thrust into you, making your moans come out louder, made words die in your throat like flowers unwatered.

"nothin' to say, eh, sug?" he rasped. "so polite when you're clenching around my cock, hm?" his grasp on your hair tightened, making you whine. "tell me."

"stretchin' me so good, baby," you breathed, too far gone to care about anything but how close you were. "fuck, so close."

he groaned, and you could sense his arrogant smile. you had always known his mouth better than your own. "feel you close around me." his hand stilled against your clit, and you could have pouted. at your sound of discontent, he twisted your hair in his fist.

"beg, sugar." you whined, to which he thursted into you deep, silencing you. "only good girls get to cum, hm? beg." something devilish flashed in his eyes. "for old times' sake."

you could feel your body stutter on the edge. "please, baby, please make me cum." you reached a hand behind you to cup the side of his face. "need you so bad, trevor, promise i'll make you feel so good."

that must have been enough, because his hand resumed motion at your words, sending you over the edge quickly and overwhelmingly. in the haze of your climax, your moan and pressure triggered his own, hot and consuming.

you felt his whole weight as he collapsed against you, your chests heaving in time, your exhales sticky with history and knowing and other terrible things.

eventually, the fog around your head dissipated as you shrugged him off of your back, shifted your clothes back to something that resembled the way you had entered the party. you knew your makeup was ruined beyond repair, but maybe you could just change your costume from vampire to dracula's whore.

you wiped at your lip liner with your finger, using your phone camera as a mirror. "this changes nothing," you said, finally, breaking the silence, still looking at your phone.

he shrugged as he adjusted his own clothes. "it changes a little."

you met his gaze a final time, and you could have laughed. because you knew in your purest heart that it really, genuinely, didn't. "you're right," you said, opening the door, leaving him in his own stupid jersey. "you're not as good as i remember."

you shut the door behind you, began making your way back to your friends, to get a drink you didn't have to share with anyone.

and as the music got louder in your ears, you realized there was something wonderful about knowing he had lost the best thing he would ever have, but your best was still ahead of you.

how lucky you felt for that.

fin.

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

@obamerzslop yo it's the thing, the wonderland au thing, the wonderland au piano kingleader thing

the thing

I've wanted to write for one of these au's for a while so this was a glorious opportunity that got dropped into the discord server

Mad Caine was performing his usual duties as jester, entertaining the Kinger of Hearts and delighting in his laughter. This time, his routine involved music, with him pulling a variety of peculiar things out of his hat and somehow using them as instruments. It brought a specific memory back to Kinger of Hearts' mind, of when he used to play the piano. It was a regal instrument and thus believed to be important for a royal to play. Now with no family in his castle to pressure him into it, Kinger played very rarely. He never felt much of a need to, anyway.

"You know, I can play the piano." Why was he telling Mad Caine this? It didn't matter and was unimportant to either of their roles in the monarchy. Yet it was still a part of him that he wanted to share with his jester. "It's been a good while since I've practiced last, so I've likely gotten rusty."

"Oh my, Your Highness! I had no idea you were so musically talented!" Caine paused his enthusiastic gushing for a moment. Did that sound passive-aggresive? Did the king think he believed him to be talentless? "O-of course, it's far from a surprise, someone as wonderful as you is bound to have skills in near every field!"

Kinger's face became warm, which he hoped was unnoticeable. "Thank you kindly, Caine." He always felt like he was doing something wrong, crossing some unspoken line whenever he said 'thank you'. It was near only ever to Caine, but it still showed weakness. Weakness would cost him his power. It would cost him his life.

"If you don't mind, Your Majesty, could you please play a piece for me? I'd love to hear it!"

"Caine, like I told you, it's been a long time since I played last. I won't be any good."

"Nonsense, you'll be wonderful! Plleeeeeaaasse?"

God, his ridiculous voice and shining eyes never failed to make Kinger's stomach fill with butterflies. But he couldn't yield, as much as he wanted to.

"Caine. No means no." His tone was harsher than he had intended, making him feel a pang of guilt, which really shouldn't have happened.

"Oh. My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty." Mad Caine continued on with his routine, Kinger's piano mention seemingly forgotten.

The next day, Caine entered the throne room only to find it empty. Although, he had come early that day, so it was to be expected.

"Your Highness? I know I'm ahead of our typical schedule, but I had this wonderful routine idea that I know you'll love, and Bubble Hare insisted I show you as soon as possible anyway, so-" Caine stopped short, fully realising that there was no one around.

"Huh..." His eyes scanned the room, looking for any sign of Kinger's presence. When he found nothing, he began to call his name, "Your Highness? Kinger of Hearts?... Kinger?"

The last word he said quietly and with caution. No one was to call Kinger by his first name unless they were beyond close with him, and no one was. Despite how it risked his life, saying that name spread warmth throughout Mad Caine's chest.

Still getting no response, Mad Caine dared to venture further into the castle. He really should've stayed in the throne room and waited for Kinger of Hearts to arrive, or even left and came back later. However, Kinger always loved his performances, and for all he knew something could be wrong. He simply had to find His Highness!

He walked down a high-roofed and elegant hall. Caine became somewhat distracted by the beautiful heart patterns on the walls, but was snapped out of it by the sound of piano music.

It was soothing. Majestic. Gentle. Grandiose.

The hatter followed the music further down the hall, entranced. He eventually reached its source, a room with its door ajar. Peeking in, he found Kinger of Hearts playing a large piano. The king wore an expression of both focus and serenity. Caine's eyes were locked on the chess piece's face as he repeatedly glanced between the keys and his sheet music. Mad Caine couldn't tell if he loved the music or the view more.

The rather peaceful moment was disturbed by Kinger playing a note that sounded off, followed by him loudly slamming his fists on the keys with a yell of frustration. Caine gasped, causing Kinger of Hearts to quickly turn to him, just as startled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mad Caine. I didn't realise you were here." Nervousness spiked in Kinger, which he hoped was hidden well. He hadn't wanted Caine to see this yet, if he was ever going to show him at all.

"No need to apologise, Your Majesty! If I may ask, what's frustrating you so much?" Caine fully stepped into the room and stood next to Kinger. The king turned on his chair to face him.

"I've been trying to learn this new piece, but like I told you yesterday, I'm quite rusty. It's not going as well as I would like it to be." Kinger of Hearts sighed.

"Well, I thought it sounded wonderful. I'm sure you'll master it if you just keep practising! When did you start learning this piece?"

Kinger's eyes darted to the floor, scared to admit the truth. "I started yesterday. Just after you left."

That was when it clicked for Mad Caine. He had asked him to play a piece, and despite his original refusal, Kinger was now learning an entirely new one just for him. His chest felt close to bursting. He really cared that much?

"Do you mind if I sit with you? I'd love to hear you keep playing." Kinger's eyes widened in disbelief before he shuffled to one side of the long bench. When Caine sat down, he could've sworn he saw the king's cheeks darken in shade. After a moment, Kinger of Hearts' gloves made contact with the piano's keys again and he began to play the song once more.

Over the next week or so, instead of performing his comedy routines, Mad Caine would sit beside Kinger of Hearts on his piano bench and listen to him play. Caine's eyes would be trained on Kinger, mesmorised by how hints of his thoughts were visible in his eyes and the movement of his shoulders. Kinger would occasionally return his gaze before getting flustered and looking back to his piano with a new intensity that always pulled a chuckle from Mad Caine.

Gradually, the hatter would scooch closer to Kinger, chasing the heat radiating off of him. He knew how risky it was, but there was risk in every interaction had with the seemingly, and ironically, heartless ruler. There was more to him than that anyhow, which Caine was more than well aware of. The two would sit close enough that their legs(?) touched. While he loved it, Kinger of Hearts would desperately avoid Mad Caine's eyes. He was supposed to be powerful, unfeeling, and yet he found himself wanting more of this small insane man's touch. Kinger wanted it more than anything.

Kinger would still get annoyed whenever he played the wrong note, but Caine's reassuring praise and head resting on the absurd fluff of his coat quickly calmed him down. Mad Caine never said it, but he loved all of his off-key mistakes. It showed who Kinger of Hearts really was, underneath the mask he had secured tightly around his face, never to slip. Yet Caine had loosened it. Wonderland knew their king as a ruthless man, executing all who dare go against him. Mad Caine could never see him like that, not after hearing his mirthful laughter and softened voice. Those wrong notes were who he was, breaking through the refined and strict demands of the music notes written on the paper. Those flaws were what made him perfect.

When Mad Caine entered the throne room once more, he prepared to walk to the usual room Kinger would play his piano in, but instead found the chess piece and his aforementioned piano in front of him.

"I believe I've finally gotten it right. I wanted to perform it to you here, if you don't mind." Caine stared up at the king, almost forgetting to respond. He nodded vigorously, fixing his posture to be standing as upright as possible. While it was only shown in his eyes, Caine saw Kinger's gentle smile.

Kinger of Hearts sat down on the bench at his piano and began to play. Mad Caine was nothing less than enamoured. He noticed that Kinger had chosen to change some of the notes, making the song even more beautiful than it had been before. At some point, Caine removed his top hat and held it against his chest. He never took his hat off, but he felt like this moment deserved it.

When Kinger finished, he let out a quiet exhale to try and relieve the last of his nerves. He couldn't tell whether he wanted Mad Caine to see this performance for what it was or not. If the hatter knew it was an act of pure love, who knows how he would react? Kinger of Hearts stood, somewhat unsure of what to do at this point, simply looking at Caine. He hadn't seen him without his hat before. He liked it.

"My king..." Caine's whispered tone paired with the new title felt like it would bring Kinger to his knees. The hatter had never called Kinger his king before. All it did was make the chess piece maybe even more insane than Mad Caine himself.

Remembering himself, Caine fumbled to return his hat to the top of his head. "That was- absolutely magical. I loved it, Your Majesty!" Caine didn't dare to say what came to his mind next. This really was the point of no return for both of them now. Doomed to fall for one another, or perhaps simply doomed to fall.

"Why, thank you, Mad Caine. I'm-" Kinger of Hearts took a deep breath, still needing to calm himself, "I'm glad you liked it."

"Of course! I know how long you spent on it." He had spent far longer than what anyone thought he would for someone else, let alone his jester. But Caine was a special exception for him. He always was. Maybe one day, Kinger would even tell him so.

[muses-of-the-mind]

You asked for asks and I have answered!

Your turn to answer now (but no pressure, dw if you don't want to or can't :))

So, idea by my friendo @eahravinqueen:

Villain doesn’t realize their feelings for Hero and is convinced that Hero’s got some mind powers or some magic spell that makes it hard for people to think ish.

Fluffy and sfw please! Awesome if it's funny too!

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Ahhhhhhh, the way my heart started thumping when I saw this. It may not be exactly what you asked for (or anywhere near it lol) but I hope you like it!

Bewitched

The pyjama clad criminal stood in front of the carved door, chest heaving from their mile run to the forest. Villain was going to ruin their future plans, they knew that, but they had to ensure that the events that occurred recently would never repeat again.

It had been a normal day, some kidnapping here, some threatening there and then voila it was nighttime already. They were lounging comfortably on their couch, flicking through the tv when a dagger had shown up in a horror show advertisement.

And curse them, their first thought was that Hero would like this.

They didn’t even know why Hero of all people had popped up into their mind but from then their mind had escalated and they couldn’t stop thinking about Hero’s perfect lips and how their hands felt from the brief touches and holy shit, they felt like they were on fire and—

Villain was getting carried away.

The point was that these intrusive thoughts had become too intrusive. They were interfering with their evil plans for god’s sake and Villain couldn’t let themselves get any more distracted.

Especially by Hero’s little smile

They cleared their throat, effectively dismissing the thought and lifted their fist to knock. Apparently the first three times hadn’t been enough.

“Looking for someone?”

Villain whipped around at the whisper near their neck. The fuming words on their tongue died down as soon as they looked over at Hero. They were wearing simple nightclothes but god they looked so beautiful.

No. Stop.

With great difficulty, they pried their eyes off Hero’s body and reached up to meet their face. The crime-stopper’s eyes were glistening with obvious amusement but Villain pretended they didn’t notice.

“You!” They pointed an accusing finger at Hero’s chest.

“Me.” Unfaded delight was evident in their voice.

”You sorcerer! You’ve done something to my brain and I demand you fix it right now.”

Hero seemed unfazed by them, as if having a random outburst was part of Villain’s daily routine. They continued twirling the rose in their hands that they got from god knows where, “I’m afraid I have no clue as to what you’re talking about.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Mmm. No.” The smirk and the fake obliviousness. The smug little bastard knew exactly what Villain was referring to.

They took a deep breath, trying to rein in their anger but one look at Hero’s smirk and the words came spilling out.

“You know, the butterflies and the anxiety and the wanting to see you every minute. How I can think about nothing but you and what your favourite colour is and whether you’ve had dinner or not. I dont know if you plan to give me a heart attack with the racing heartbeat or something but you’ve poisoned my mind with your existence and I beg you,” They paused to take a breath, their next words coming out in a whisper. “Stop with the enchantment.”

As they recovered from their rant, Villain noticed that Hero was immobilised, the eyes that so often appeared in their dreams staring at them in shock.

“You…you said what.”

“You didn’t hear what I said?” Villain’s energy drained with the thought of having to monologue again but then Hero shook their head.

“I heard what you said. Loud and clear, but Villain,” Their grey eyes flicked to them, gleaming with earnestness,” I didn’t put a spell on you.”

And that’s when Villain realised they screwed up.

“You—no. No, you must have. You had to have or else.” They paused before their mind could come up with the horrible alternative.

Hero, apparently, didn’t mind acknowledging the elephant in the room. “Villain, have you ever considered the fact that maybe you have feelings for me that aren’t influenced by my powers?”

“No! Absolutely not, you dingbat. How could I? how could you? There’s no way. Nope, nada. There must be a glitch in the system or someth—“

Hero grabbed their chin, forcing them to stop their rambling. Villain caught note of their grin and barely managed to predict the words before Hero started talking.

“So,” they drawled, finger beginning to trace their jaw, “it seems like someone’s got a secret crush on me.”

They grinned and Villain could feel the burning in their cheeks, “I’ll show you what being under a spell is really like.”

[emotionalcadaver]

Hello! I hope you're having a lovely day/night! 😊 Just had to pop in to show some love for your writing. I stumbled upon your fic, Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined, a lil while back and I'm obsessed??? I flew through it so quickly, I just couldn't stop reading! I apologize for not leaving comments as I went, it's like I was in a trance, just had to keep reading 😭😂😂 I'm also somewhat new-ish to the fandom and interacting kinda gives me anxiety, but I'm working on it lol. I'm gonna do a re read sometime soon and I'll let you know my thoughts, gonna spam you with love probably, your story certainly deserves all the love. 🥰❤️❤️ I also see that you've recently rewritten/edited some parts? As if I needed another excuse to re read this whole fic 🤭 Truly, one of my absolute favorite fics I've read. I love the story you've built and I adore your characters so much. I'm in love with Lucy, for real. Obsessed with her. I also haven't read many fics (if any) that are pro Grace. I think that can be a bit controversial in the peaky fandom?(sadly) But holy shit!! I LOVE how you wrote her whole storyline. You broke my heart tho, but I still loved it! 😂 I didn't intend this ask to be so long, please forgive my rambling! You posted your latest chapter on my birthday and girl. Birthdays aren't always the easiest for me and this one was kinda rough. Honestly, reading your fic was kinda the highlight of my day. An unexpected delight! A little gift you didn't even know you were giving me! I literally squealed in excitement lol! Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your stories. Your writing is so, so beautiful and I can't believe your fic doesn't have more notes. Honestly, it's criminal! I'm seeing it pop up on my dash again and I just had to show you some love!! 🥰❤️❤️ Also, it's still Valentine's Day where I am, so I felt all the love was a little fitting. ❤️ I hope this novel of an ask finds you well. 😘❤️

-🦋

Oh my goodness, anon, thank you so, so much! Seriously, my heart is practically bursting right now I just wanna reach through the screen and give you biggest hug! 🥰

It means SO MUCH to me that you've loved Lucy and my fic so much 😭 I have quite a few OCs, but Lucy in particular is very near and dear to my heart, so to hear that you love her so much just makes me so happy.

I would LOVE to hear your thoughts if you do a reread! I don't like to pressure people too much to comment because I understand it can be nerve-wracking, but I promise I am literally the least intimidating person in the world and will be absolutely thrilled to hear what you think!

I did recently do a bit of a rewrite/edit, specifically of Red Right Hand. Nothing too crazy, but I did add a few more scenes with Grace and a few more smut scenes.

Grace is certainly a controversial figure in the fandom. I understand why people dislike her, and I never want to make people feel like they have to like her to read or even enjoy my fics, but at the same time I have a soft spot for her, and my vision for the series always included Grace and polyamory elements, despite it still being primarily Tommy x Lucy focused. I was quite nervous including the poly aspects of the story, and I know it turned a lot of people off to my fics, so I really appreciate your support for that particular part of the story! 🖤

And Happy Birthday! I'm so glad to hear that my fic made your day a little brighter! And Happy Valentine's Day as well! This really is the best gift anyone could have given me today!

I'm so sorry that it's been taking me longer to get updates out! I recently started an internship in January that's taking up more of my time, plus just dealing with a general lack of motivation lately. But I am hoping now that I'm more settled into my internship that I will have more time to write and will be able to get onto a more consistent posting schedule. I have SO MANY things planned for Lucy and Tommy and I hope that you enjoy them!

Again, thank you so, so much for this ask, 🦋! You've absolutely made my day! I am sending all of my love your way! 🖤🖤🖤

[sweetgaleria]

hello tumblr user sweetgaleria!!!!! I just thought maybe u could use a reminder of what an AMAZING artist you are. honestly your art makes me smile SO much. a couple months ago when u posted that drawing of adrien simply standing there and being a whole entire cutie I was like dhdjdjDHJSSK💕💕💕 IT’S HIM. THAT’S MY BLORBO. I’m dead. Because holy cow do u make him the BLORBO-IEST. like. You just have this way of drawing faces that is So pleasing. Activates intense Cuteness Aggression in me. Makes me melt into a pile of goo. It’s just, like, this level of baby that seems like it should actually be unattainable, yet somehow, you attain it. You’re the master of little baby blorbos and I am crumbling at your feet about it. i do not know how else to describe it but that when you draw blorbos they are soooo blorbo shaped. Like there’s the exact amount of Beloved packed in there that there should be. The beloved is just baked into the crust. Mixed into the sauce. MAN UR ART STYLE IS JUST!!!!! SO CUTE!!!! AND SO GOOD!!!! I know this is like ancient by now and I wasn’t even around when you posted it but the first time I saw that post-reveal Christmas comic you did with the sweaters I was just like 😭😭😭😭 ohhhhh that was so soft I melted like butter dude. It’s still one of my favorite pieces of fanart in this fandom but you have grown a lot as an artist since then and it’s amazing to see!!!! You create beautiful things that make people (me, and also others but very much me) happy and that’s such a special gift to have. Your coloring always feels soooo warm and cozy, like a big hug 🥺 and whenever you post an animation my brain goes 💥💥💥 because it’s incredible!! It is honestly so cool and sexy of you to be a whole entire animator out here and I have no doubt you are gonna kill it in that career and make so many amazing things. I know school can be Rough, especially when it’s taking a lot out of you and you don’t have the time or energy to create :( but hang in there!! you will make things again! It’s not lost. If you’re not able to create right now that’s just bc your formidable powers are in charging mode. They got a little pooped out bc brains and bodies can only do so much but they’re charging up and you’ll be back to a full battery and it’s gonna feel so good. Be kind to yourself 💕 and remember that you are GOOD at this. you’re GREAT at it. your skills and talents are so impressive to me and the heart that goes into your work is what makes it truly special💜 please don’t feel pressure to draw or post if you aren’t up for it but whenever u do I will be extremely delighted,,,I am always so excited to see your art. I’m a sweetgaleria fan. anyway I hope you have a nice day!!

tumblr user carpisuns I've been reading this ask for so long and I still haven't found the proper way to say thank you??? These past few months haven't been the easiest in a number of ways, so your message really did make my week, thank you so so much <33 I don't think I have the mental capacity to reply to your message the way I wanted to, but I hope you know i am also a huge carpisuns fan, seeing your rambles and your doodles and your tags on everything is always so exciting and fun!!! You put a lot of love and care into the things you do, and that shows. I hope we can continue to see each other grow through the years!! And same goes to you!!!! You will be able to create again, you are AMAZING at what you do, and it's normal to feel like you can't draw or write the same way you used to. It's like exercise, once you stop, to get back into it you have to warm up for a while before catching up where you left off. I feel bad sometimes for not improving as fast as i'd like, but then again.. we have the whole rest of our lives to get good, you know? Theres fun in improvement, too And again, thank you so much for your message!! It really did make my week, my whole month even 😭🧡

[elwenyere]

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omg omg you reposted xedgin!! If you ever decide to write about them I'll be happy from here to the moon! I constantly reread your codywan fics and for me you are the best fandom author whose skill can be aspired to, the highest bar that can be equaled. Please don't take this msg as pressure - I'm just happy that I can share the love of ship from another fandom with my favorite writer (it's a miracle!). I hope you're having a good day right now. I have a snowstorm and bright stars today, it's amazingly beautiful.

Oh wow, Anon, this is such a generous message. Thank you very much for the kind words: it means so much to hear the codywan stories have felt worth revisiting and that you would feel excited to read more. <3<3<3 I can promise so little in terms of my writing output or direction these days, but I do find Xedgin (and the creators who have made fanwork for them) incredibly delightful, and I'm really happy to share more fandoms with you as well.

I hope you're staying cozy and enjoying the starry skies and the gorgeous winter weather. I'm sending you the mental equivalent of a warm blanket and a hot beverage. Thank you for your words.

[sidemari]

hello! since i've know that you write for dainsleif, may i please request a nsfw scenario of dain x fem! reader with breeding kink? i hope not bother you with my request, stay safe and have a nice day 🥰🖤

• My lovely •

A breeding kink themed scenario with Dain!

Character included: Dainsleif x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Consensual sexual content ahead. Read responsibly.

A/N: Thank you for your ask and for being so polite with me. Some people here forget I'm a human before a writer, lol. ღ

Art: https://lovemegood.tumblr.com/

The breeze that entered your shared bedroom seemed to be way colder than when you were alone in that same place.

You could feel that his ciano eyes were swallowing you, even if you had your back turned towards him.

"Dainsleif" You spoke quietly, almost like you didn't want him to hear you. "Did you get the answers you searched for?" But his only answer was an irritated sigh.

You faced him, his eyes glowing so brightly in the bedroom illuminated by the moonlight they could make you give up on questioning your husband.

"You didn't appear here for one week"

"Don't turn this around me"

"One week, Dainsleif! Don't you think I deserve an explanation?"

"(Name), you know that I have my own personal reasons for why I don't stay by your side everyday"

"I can't... I just..."

"You can't...?" You kept silent, trying to control your rage so things wouldn't get even worse between you both. "You just...? Finish your line, (Name)" His voice was cold and demanding while his hand gripped your wrist with some pressure on his touch.

He brought your body close to his, his lips almost touching your cheek.

"I can't keep pretending this is alright. You simply leave me whenever you crave, Dain. You leave me aside just so you can go and seek for your own 'answers' but you don't ever even consider how I may feel about that" You tried to get rid of his grip, only for him hold your wrist with more strength.

"I haven't found what I was hoping to find. I just need you to know that I wasn't lying the day I made the promise to love you until my last breath, (Name)" He pulled you into a kiss that grew in need by both parts while his fingers finally left your wrist to go and slide one strap of your lingerie to the side of your arm. You understood what he meant.

"Dain... Are you sure?" You whispered between kisses.

"Our plans of having a family can wait if you please, my lovely" You shook your head. Stopping trying for a baby with him was the last thing you wanted.

"No, that's not what I meant. Aren't you exausted?" You watched his face closely when you both separated to breathe: dark circles marked his pale face and his eyes expressed the need for some rest.

"I still need you here with me"

ღ ღ ღ

You held him close while he moved above you, your hand carefully caressing his blonde locks as your lover buried himself deep within you.

His hips hit yours in such a slow pace, but hard enough to leave you sore in some hours.

Reassuring words left his lips to encourage you to handle any discomfort you may have felt at some point.

Your whimpers sounded so angelic, yet somehow, so sinful to his own ears.

His eyes couldn't find anything more delightful than your expression in that fragile moment as your furrowed eyebrows, agape lips and wet cheeks made your face seem even more beautiful while you welcomed his lenght inside your walls.

Dainsleif's only last goal that night was filling you up with his seed as many times as he could.

"Dain... Too much..." You always gasped those words whenever you were close to your high.

Squirming so much under him, always trying to relieve the tension that formed in your core.

"I know you can give it to me, my lovely, you always manage to do so"

"A-Ah, Dainsleif!"

"Just like that, just let it out" The pressure of his fingers against your clit made you climax. His movements finally became quicker as he sought for his own realease and soon, his warm essence entered your walls, searching for your womb.

"It's not enough... I need to fill you up completely this night still"

So you kept going. Until you both were too exhausted to try anything more.

By the end of that night, any movement was enough to make you leak his cum, but both of you had completed your tasks successfully.

You fell asleep as soon as Dainsleif exited you, not feeling his fingertips brushing against the skin if your lower belly with delicacy nor even listening to his sweet words;

"I love you so, my lovely"

[067supremacy]

Ok! This has been a loooong time coming, but I finally got round to finishing it. This may have some mistakes in it as my lazy ass didn't check through, lmao. Anyway! I hope you enjoy :)

Her Maiden - Alcina Dimitrescu

Tw: Smut, smut, and some more smut.

18+!!

The dark halls of the castle stretch for miles; the place was a maze, but you had it memorised like the back of your hand. A cool chill runs down your spine, causing you to shiver and rub at the exposed skin of your short-sleeved arm.

You hurry along the stone flooring; the click of your heels do little to mask your panic, but when it came to this family, you knew better than to keep them waiting. You can already hear the impatient call of your name from the leader herself. Fear strikes you as you wonder if today was the day you received a punishment.

The thick red liquid you carry is heavy. The sloshing drink was a request from Lady Dimitrescu, which you immediately tended to. However, there had been a delay when you accidentally collided with one of the daughters. Your life flashed before your eyes, but to your surprise, they were lenient with you. They even went as far as to allow you back on your way without as much as a threat, which you had witnessed many times for far less.

As you enter the master bedroom, the place of rest for Alcina Dimitrescu. She exhales the smoke she was holding in and stands from her colossal seat. Her face doesn't look impressed, and you weigh the options of getting punished or running there and then. But you had heard the stories of others who ran; it became a game, almost like cat and mouse. The girls would chase and hunt you down until they could squeeze out every last drop of your blood.

"My dear, you had me worried that you would never come back, " Alcina Says in her sultry voice, the same voice that could run a chill down your spine every day of the week. Alcina seems surprised to find you panting and sweating from the effort you put into making it back on time. Seeing you like this brings other kinds of thoughts to her head; she was thirsty, that's for sure, but it was no longer for the wine; she wanted you. And what Lady Dimitrescu wants, she damn well gets. Not that you wouldn't accept what happens just shortly after this encounter.

"You have been such a good maiden, recently. How about a reward for my favourite pet?" Alcina struts to your position, eyeing you from head to toe; she loves your shy behaviour, and under her lustful gaze, you certainly feel shy. She takes the wine from you and takes your hand in hers. She kisses your hand and leads you to her bed; that candlelit room provides a romantic atmosphere. Alcina's sweet perfume is just the right amount to keep it from being too overpowering.

"Do you want this, pet?" Lady D breathes out slowly and takes a step back to admire your beauty and give you the required space to say no if necessary. But no wasn't an option; you wanted this, you want Alcina.

You nod in response, but that isn't enough for Alcina. She prefers to hear this type of thing, almost as much as she will love to listen to your whimpers when they arrive. Alcina tuts her disappointment at you shaking her head playfully while she is at it. Her long slender fingers rest at her hips, but how you long for them to be wrapped around your neck or maybe touching you in a place so sacred, you can only dream of the sensation.

"Tell me what you want, pet, " lady Dimitrescu whispers as she pours some of the wine into her crystal glass with the Dimitrescu emblem glossed into the side.

The way she intimidates you is the most attractive part. A woman of class and with great style. Her choice of music was always a pleasant one. The different types of perfume she wears are always delightful on your nose. She is beautiful from head to toe, and there is a lot of her in between. You weigh up the options you have, but the one thing you can't do is leave her waiting. Your answers run through your mind like a marathon runner, but eventually, you land on one that is sure to please the lady of the castle.

"I- I want you." you nervously say; you begin to play with your fingers and divert your gaze in any direction that doesn't include Alcina. Your speech was low, Alcina heard what you said, but for the prospect of bothering the game at stake, Alcina asks you to repeat what you had said.

"I want you," you say again, this time with more force behind your voice. You still hesitate to look her way. Soon, that isn't an option as she places a gloved pointer finger under your chin and raises your head to look her dead in the eyes. The eyes that hold so much passion, but something else twinkles in the depths of her eyes, love.

She softly coos while lowering herself to become face to face with you. The position seems uncomfortable for her, but for you, it was pushed aside immediately without a second thought. You are confident that if someone walks in now, they will find this picture highly amusing, although you doubt their eyes would remain in their sockets should they say anything.

It's the softest pair of lips you can imagine that make contact with yours, a feather flowing through the gentle breeze of a dream location. You sink into a place of bliss; all your worries disappear at the touch of her cherry red lips on yours. At first, you stand stiff while trying to figure out what was happening, but you relax and begin to kiss back as eagerly as Lady Dimitrescu is.

Alcina swipes her tongue along your lip, she doesn't beg for anything, but this was as close as it got. She so badly wanted to taste you on her tongue, a particular taste could wait, but for now, the tip of her tongue drags along yours as they meet in a glorious kiss. You moan slightly at the sensation which is captured in Alcina's mouth; the two of you move in sync with one another; Alcina is gentle, something you appreciate immensely, given her reputation. You feel her hand glide up your leg agonisingly slow; you throb with need, and Alcina can sense this, but the game is all too amusing now. Her hand was entirely up your dress, and her fingers reached the hem of your underwear.

"I could smell you, now I can feel you." Lady Dimitrescu whispers against your lips as she runs her index and middle finger over the damp fabric of your underwear. She teasingly massages you; Alcina soaks up every little sound you make as this gives her the ultimate pleasure. She can feel your blood heating up deliciously, something she takes a strong liking to.

"m-miss, P-please." you whine into the crock of her neck where she holds your head.

Alcina retracts her fingers at your beg, taking her gloves off to show this is moving forward and holds her two digits in front of your face; she taps your lips, and you instantly know what she is asking for. You open your mouth and willingly let her two digits rest on your tongue. You encircle them in the heat of your mouth and lathe your tongue around them; when you make eye contact with Alcina, she almost breaks face and crumbles in front of you, but she wills through your seductive actions.

Eventually, she pulls her fingers from your mouth and sets about going to her actual destination. With your spit slicked on her fingers, she pulls your underwear down and finally places them at your entrance. Alcina pushes into your tight hole; the tall woman is careful; she treats you like a fragile vase, but seeing you in pleasure rather than pain, she moves slowly, letting you enjoy the drag of her fingers against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck, t-that feels s - so good." you whimper out as her thumb plays with your clit. Her head moves to place her mouth on your neck; you know how dangerous this situation is. She could bite into your neck at any time, but being overwhelmed with pleasure makes the worry subside before it even starts. Her tongue swipes up the centre of your neck, making you shiver; she makes your body feel electric.

"Don't be quiet; make me proud, pet." Alcina husks into your neck. The more time goes on, the harder she pumps her fingers; the soaked sound emitting from your downstairs region is enough to make Alcina growl; she loves the sound of getting you closer and closer to your high. You don't disappoint the lady. You let out various high pitched moans to tell her that the spot she was slamming into was just right. You feel a heat rising in your stomach, a bubbling feeling that builds like a pressure gauge. The higher it gets, the better you feel. Your legs begin to shake, and Alcina's name sprays from your lips uncontrollably. Just as you are about to tip over the edge, she pulls her fingers from your soaked pussy and chuckles to herself at your need to be fucked.

"Oh, honey. Not yet, I haven't even got to taste you yet."

Alcina brings out her steel claws; much to your surprise, for a split second, you worried about your life. However, she gently places the tip of her blade at the neckline of your dress and slowly slices down. She is cautious in this process, always making sure the dress is slightly lifted from your skin. She finishes her masterpiece; you lay there completely naked, sweaty and panting from the adventures, you spread your legs to give Alcina the best view, you see her lick her lips at the sight of your needy behaviour, how she loves this more than life itself.

With your dress cut in half and spread on either side of your body, you make the mistake of reaching your hand down to touch yourself. This wasn't well-received by the leader of the Dimitrescu bloodline. She quickly slaps your hand away and places a large hand around your throat. The look in her eyes had changed; this was a predator vs prey situation, and you knew your role in that. Her eyes were pitch black with lust but jealousy of the thought of anyone-including you- finishing you off. Your airwaves are trapped for moment, but Alcina knows what she is doing. It's just the right amount of pressure not to harm you but add the effect of danger. Retracting her claws, she gives your breast a harsh slap before soothing it out with her mouth. She sucks, licks, and nibbles, much to your pleasure. You throb with need; the wetness between your legs begins to drip down the curve of your ass.

Alcina takes pity on you, her needy little maiden. Still choking you slightly, she kisses down your perfect body until her warm breath is on your centre; she starts with a kiss, coating her lips in your juices; you chance to look down and catch a glimpse of her licking her lips.

"Mm, divine, my sweetheart." Alcina moans before licking your pussy with her enormous tongue. You fall into complete euphoria. Alcina is amazing; her tongue laps up your juice before entering your heat, the slurping sounds from down your body has your back rising as far as it would allow. Alcina places your legs over her shoulders to get the best angle for you and places both hands on your hips to steady you; from here, she shows no mercy. Fucking you like only she could, and God, does she fuck you. From quiet whimpers to loud screams, you put a smile on the cherry red lips of Alcina. Chants of her name echo around the room, and most likely the entire castle, it doesn't take much, but you are back on the edge you were hanging off of before.

You cry out what is to come, Alcina is far too aware of what is building inside you, but she wants you to let go. She sticks to her task, and before you know it, a burst of ecstasy shoots through your entire being; you shake like a leaf in the arms of the woman who took you in. Lady Dimitrescu builds her way up to your face, leaving kisses along the way. She pulls you into her chest and relaxes you completely. The last thing you hear before drifting into a deep sleep is, "I want to be the lady of this castle with you by my side."

[galacticxcosmos]

Hi! Could you do a smut where they just had a concert but you are really drained and just so tired and don't feel good after and when you go back to the hotel jimin takes care of you

𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂 ♔︎ 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 « ᵐᵃᵏⁿᵃᵉ ˡⁱⁿᵉ »

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ♕︎ ℙ𝕁𝕄 ♕︎

Read the profile if you are interested along with the request rules here.

Pairing :- Park Jimin X BTS 8th member < female reader >

Genre :- Bandmates with benefits, Idol AU, Erotica, Romantic, Fluff.

Rating :- 18+ ( M )

Word Count :- 2.7 k

Chapter Summary :- It's the last day of the LA concert, you were beyond tired, a little mess up on the stage was having a pressuring impact on you. Jimin was being a brat at the lack of your attention but soon realises the truth and comforts you in a way you would have never imagined.

Warnings :- brat!jimin { I just love it }, jealousy, slight angst, possessiveness, dom!jimin, blonde-haired!jimin, swearing, teasing, praising, pet names, hotel room sex, cum swallowing, finger sucking, body praising, breast sucking, unprotected sex { but be safe you all }, penetrative sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, after care at it's peak, soft Jimin that makes my heart UwU.

A/N :- I know that I take forever but just bare with me okay. Also this is the first request for this book, I am so glad to get such a response at posting just the 8th member profile. I am really excited for this book, I hope you are too. ♡(> ਊ <)♡

P. S :- I am really nervous, so please ignore the typos, I would really appreciate any response. Feel free to send request.

The loud cheers and joyful screams resonated through the concert hall after the enliven performance. "Army!!" Seokjin pushed all his breath in calling out the beloved fans only to raise a wave of cheer in the crowd. Even after so many concerts, the beautiful light sticks shining in the dark never fail to captivate you inside it's mesmerizing view. The purple ocean snatched your breath away. "We are so grateful that you all are here, I hope you had a great time" Namjoon made the finishing statement in english, it was the last day of LA tour. You smiled and waved at dedicated crowd. Every good thing comes to an end someday but when it does we can only hope for something new to happen.

"Oh my, that was so funny" Hoseok's laughs filled the backstage waiting room. "He was like-- Can call me artist, cancallmeidol" Jungkook teased his leader about the minute mistake he made, making everyone burst into laughter. "Oh I didn't realise it would come out that way" the leader stood his ground, defending himself. You sat on the sofa, your head arched back listening to the endless commotion and leg pulling. You are exhausted, but that wasn't really the problem. Your heart sank deeper every time you remembered it. The second last performance was your solo where you had to not only dance but sing and rap at the same time.

This was nothing to complain about, being an idol mean you should expertise your way into each and every aspect individually and at the same time learn how to master all of it at the same. But your exhaustion took a toll of you and during one perticular step your voice got breathless as it was unstable. You felt a concoction of humiliation and disappointment bubbling up inside you. "Noona, are you okay??" You picked up your head to see the maknae looking at you, full of concern. Even though no one really realised the mistake, you still felt guilty about it. "Is it time to leave?" You asked getting up with a smile plastered on your face.

"Yeah, come on" he ideally swang his arm over your shoulder and walked towards the black vans waiting outside. The ride back to hotel was pretty quiet, most of them were pretty exhausted and had already fell asleep, as you wonder how. You can never fall asleep in motion, it's on top of your 'things that I can't' list. Some of them were busy on their phone checking twitter and the tweets that ARMYs made about the concert laughing at the funny pictures that ARMYs posted of them performing. "Y/N ah, your performance was really good" Hoseok complimented, to which you smiled potraying your gratitude since it meant a lot coming from the lead dancer.

But you couldn't deny the fact that it had somehow peeled off the newly tapped band aid off your wound.

Stepping out the steamy hotel bathroom in a fresh pair of PJs you looked around the deluxe hotel room. Quickly talking out your phone, you settled it down on the table beside the bed and started a vlive. "Hello ARMY" you waved at the camera and sat on the edge of the bed. "We just got over with our LA tour and now I am in my room so I thought to go live" you said with a smile, your eyes quickly scanning through the comments trying to find if anyone would mention about the incident. 'Eonnie, I am sure you did great!' you smiled at the comments of k-ARMYs who weren't at the concert.

'We loved the show!' English comments flooded the screen, 'You guys killed it!', 'Luna, you were amazing!' reading the comments you giggled, your heart finally felt a little light, "Oh my, thank you so much for these lovely comments" you replied in English, your usual Aussie accent coaxed your words, as you chuckled, your hand covering your mounth. A notification chimmed in, "Oh, Jin Oppa is doing Eat Jin live right now" you came back to speaking Korean as you read the notification. "So, a reason why I was doing this vlive is because--" you were cut off by the door bell. "Oh, must be room service, please wait a minute" you said getting up a d walking towards the door which was through the main room and thus it was not visible to the camera.

"Oh Jimin ssi" you looked just as confused as you were at the blonde standing in sweats. "Hi baby, are you done taking a shower" he pulled you towards him pecking on your forehead. "Jimin, I am on vlive" you whispered to him and he indeed was taken aback but it was soon gone being covered up in a chuckle, "They can't hear us" his arms were still embracing your waist as he pushed the door close with his back, "They can't see us" his lavishing eyes traveled down to you lips. "Maybe they can" you said with tight lipped smile, patting on his chest you wiggled out of his grip a d walked towards the room where the camera was.

"Well, well, well, look who is here" you took back to your place followed by a pouting Jimin who flopped next to you. "Hi everyone, did you all enjoy the concert" he said smiling, at the camera, his eyes turning into beautiful crescents. "Are you all not watching Eat Jin?? Y/N, I think you stole Jin hyungs audiance" Jimin turned towards you with a smirk. "What?? No I didn't. I was the one who came live first! It's it guys" you turned towards the camera with offence written all over your face.

"Alright, whatever it is, I think it's very rude and disrespecting towards Jin hyung" Jimin suggested and you finally realised the reason behind his sudden outburst of respect towards a certain older. "So how about we say our goodbyes now" he turned towards the camera waiving at it. "Okay, I don't wanna end up hearing Oppa's nagging, so we will talk later" Jimin internally smirked at the success of his plan, but it was soon disappeared, "Bye bye my little babies" you waved before switching off the live. "You never say that to me" He complained the second the screen went black.

"I am tired" you said squirming back to your bed, "Well you weren't tired to take a massage from Jungkook" you looked at him confused but it was replaced with a scoff when you realised what this all was actually about.

The four of you knew the relation between the four of you, the whole bandmates with benifits thing, but Jimin was just having his 'I don't wanna share you with anyone' or 'I just want you to myself' or 'Why can't it be just you and me' phase and as usual he was being a brat about it. "Jimin please we have talked about this" you sighed letting your body sink into the silk bed sheets. "I know it's just--" he just let his sigh replace the sentence. Your eyes were closed out of exhaustion as you felt the bed slightly shift. "I just feel left out, I just feel like you don't want me but---" he waited for a second, you felt an arm snake around your bare waist, as the PJ shirt was sliding up, "--but I still want you" you could feel him snuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"Hey, I am sorry I made you feel that way" you finally opened your eyes turning towards him, the moment you looked straight into his eyes, his complete expression changed, "What's wrong?" His brows turned into a frown as you remember how he can read you like an open book, a book that he could read with his eyes closed. "Jimin, I messed up" your voice broke, "Baby what? What are you saying? " His hands went straight to cup your face as a confusion brushed over his features, his own heart sinking deeper and deeper into his chest at your sight.

"I was really exhausted and I went out of breath during my solo, I missed a note.. God! It's so embarrassing" your lips trembled as pool of warm liquid accumulated at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall off any second. Jimin quickly sat up, "Hey, it's fine. It's okay, we all make mistakes" you just shook your head, hiding your face on Jimin's shoulder. "No-- Nope, I am not letting you cry on the last day of our world tour" he made you face him, his soft plump lips came in contact with your closed eye lid as he kissed your tears away. "It's okay to mess up, you are not a robot, you are a human too and humans make mistakes" the pad of his thumb brushed of the tear stains on your cheek.

"I have something that you would like" your brows twisted into a frown as you saw him running to another room as if a child running towards the ice truck, it made you laugh but it turned into a gasp as he came back with a bar of chocolate. Complete delight covered your face, this time you became a child, ripping open the packet as a child trying to open its present. "I know you would love it" Jimin look at you giggling as you took a bite of the chocolate, the dark brown sugar bar piece melting inside your mouth, the taste made you moan in delight.

Jimin wasn't giggling anymore but you couldn't be less concerned as you innocently licked of the brown liquid off your fingers, Jimin subconsciously nibbled on the soft flesh of his lower lip. "You are eating alone? How rude is that?" The sudden drop of an octave in Jimin's voice made you looked at him, only to come face to face with eyes full of pure lust. You looked at him confused, slowly chewing the last piece. "That's not fair" he said leaning in until he was dangerously close to you, before you could realise, you felt something wet at the corner of your lip. Jimin licked of the chocolate from the corner of you lips.

"Not enough" he said before pushing your body against the headboard, pressing his lips against your. Without wasting any time, his tongue pushed it's way into your mouth through your slightly parted lips. His delicate taste buds layered with the utter sweetness of the chocolate that filled inside your mouth. He moaned into the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours rubbing off the sweetness in your mouth. Your hands made its way to his soft locks, your fingers curling to the blonde strands. "Fuck baby, I want you" Jimin said panting as he broke the kiss.

"What's stopping you?" You said cockyly which made him smirk. You straddled him, kissing him passionately, pushing your tongue against him wishlist helping him take of his shirt. His hands manuvered over your breasts as your fingertips traced down his abbs. He was hard as fuck under you as you rubbed against his length, the thin layer of clothes seperating you two, added even more friction to the action. Your core boiled with heat, waiting to be penetrated. Your hands reached down to the hem of his sweat pants. "Fuck" he moaned at your continuous teasing to which you smirked.

Your bare back came in contact with the silk sheets again giving goosebumps to your extra sensetive skin at this point. "You had your fun, didn't you babygirl" Jimin smirk latching his tongue to your nipple making you moan this time. "Ahh-- Jimin ahh~" your eyes rolled back with pure ecstasy. He came up to brush his lips against your neck as he slowly pushed two fingers into your mouth. As your tongue rolled around his fingers, he sucked on your neck not hard enough to leave hickeys. At this point he was getting so restless that he didn't even care if he left some. He finally pulled out his fingers from your mouth, covered in warm saliva of yours as the same dripped off the corner of your lips.

"You are so good at this baby, I wish, I could feel that mouth of yours around my cock. But let just save that for another time" he said pressing his lips to yours again even before you could approved his idea. You slowly pulled down your shorts, things clenched together, trying to hide the dripping wet entrance, your state itself was enough to drive Jimin crazy. "Fuck--" you moaned as his thumb pressed against your clit, without any warning his fingers slipped into your core making you breathe out unholy profanities. His thumb massaged your clit as his fingers twisted inside your heat against the walls.

"Jimin, I think--" your moans covered your sentence. "Not now baby, hold it in" he said, as his fingers increased their pace, you could feel a certain heaviness in your lower stomach. The orgasam that you were holding in, kept a constant pressure on your core making you whimper. Jimin didn't let go the chance to enjoy the pleasure of you whimpering under his touch, "Ji-- Jimin please--" your fingers curled around the soft bed sheets, "Cum for me baby" he wishpered licking you sensetive ear lobe, those words were like honey to you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you felt the warm liquid discharged off your body. Jimin licked off the white liquid from his fingers making you bite your lip, "So fucking sweet, just as I thought" he said smirking with satisfaction, "Jimin, I want you-- please" you insisted, Jimin chuckled at the turn of events, "So needy, aren't you babygirl" he said getting off his boxers, finally freeing his hardened length from its cotton cage that was now leaking with precum. The flushed pink tip covered in wetness ready to penetrate you. "I know that you are tried, don't worry I'll go slow" he assured you before leaning towards your body.

Just as his length rubbed against your entrance, both of you moaned out of pleasure. You could feel him slowly pushing into your core. "Ahh-- fuck" you moaned bitting your lips as he went deeper and deeper into you. He could feel your walls clenching around him, "So tight baby" he slowly pecked your lips. "Just for you, Daddy" you moaned. "Fuck! Not now babygirl. I won't be able to control myself" he groaned at the triggering word. You could feel him move, slowly thrusting into you as you bit your lips controlling the excessive moans. He snuggled into the crook your your neck, grousing against your skin. His fingers tangles with your. You grip onto him tightly as he increased his motion hitting you right at the spot.

The walls of heat encloses against his length as he throws his head back in complete pleasure. "Fuck! You are so good! All the fucking time" the showers you with praises. You humm in response, letting the high waves of pleasure hit you with it's highest intensity. "Fuck-- I think I am about to cum" Jimin groans. "Inside me" you finally managed to say as he looks at your surprised.

"I am on pills" you said and the next moment you were filled in as Jimin's thrusts became sloppy. You felt orgasm building up again, you lower stomach churned and twisted, you could feel the subcutaneous flame uder your cheeks, your chest heaving in unison. It finally hits you, the wave off orgasm engulfs you in pleasure, satisfaction and pure bliss. Jimin pulls out with a groan and topples on you. "I think we should get cleaned" you suggest chuckling, exactly knowing what's coming next. It's the 'after - sex - whinny - Jimin' who doesn't wanna let go.

He pulls the bed sheet over both of your bare bodies properly covering yours to ensure that the sudden cold contact of the air conditioner might give you cold. His arms snake around you as he pulls you towards his chest, sinking his face into your neck. "I love you" mummered against your skin gently pecking your bare shoulder. "I love you too Jimin, but seriously we need to--" your voice was cut off by a knock at the door followed by a voice that you knew very well was your beloved leader's, "Y/N, have you seen Jimin?" Namjoon calls out from the other side of the door.

Both of you look at eachother, "Shit!".

[bts-hyperfixation]

Hi! Can I request 22 and 47 with Taehyung? With a Dom! Tae and Sub! Reader? As the reader is the present? I really enjoy your writing and it would be amazing if you did this, but you don't have to!

I Can’t Wait To Unwrap Your love.

You bite your lip anxiously. Taehyung will be home any minute and you are sat almost entirely naked on his bed at the dorm. Earlier in the week you had bribed Jimin to give you the spare key so you could sneak in. You’d never done anything like this. Always a little shy when it came to making the first move. Knowing Taehyung loved you being just that little bit innocent as he ravaged you. But this Christmas you’d made up your mind, this year you were going to be his present, giving into ever desire and fantasy he had ever had.

Your heart races faster as you hear laughter. The front door shuts and footsteps echo throughout the halls. Each of the boys head into their respective rooms after a long day. At least you hope they do because you would be mortified if anyone but Taehyung walked through that door right now. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you kneel up as the doorknob turns. Your new outfit (or lack thereof) on full display for the next person to enter the room. Delicate red lace covered your most intimate parts as ribbons covered in snowflakes wrapped in intricate patterns around you stomach, forming a bow in the middle.

Taehyung’s eyes open wide as he sees you, slamming the door quickly behind him to make sure the others wouldn’t see you. His eyes rake down your form, taking in every inch of you. His tongue darts out to lick his lips

“Y/N, you naughty girl” he scolds, moving closer to play with ribbons wrapped just under your chest. “What if the others had seen you like this?” his gaze locks with yours. You watch as his eyes grow darker with lust, giving you a lot more confidence in your decision.

“It wouldn’t have mattered… I’m your present Taehyung, only yours.” You go into kiss him, but he turns his face, so you peck his cheek instead.

“Taehyung Jagi?” his deep tone makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Sir.” You correct yourself. He turns his face back and rewards you with the kiss you’d been searching for.

“Tell me Jagi, what’s off limits today, set your boundaries for me.” He strokes your face sweetly, if a little possessively,

“Nothing sir.” He quirks an eyebrow, clearly not expecting your openness. “I want to show you exactly how I got on the naughty list this year siirr…” you drag out the title. His face remains stonelike but you see the delight dance behind his eyes.

“Is that so? Then I guess it’s time I unwrap my present.” He pushes you back onto the mattress and crawls up until he reaches your midriff. He takes the sparkly ribbon between his teeth and pulls. The bow falls to pieces immediately. He lays soft kisses across your stomach, trailing them up wards, over your cleavage and to your chin. You paw at the hemline of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. You whine as he pulls away, towering above you.

“Are you rushing me Jagi? Getting a little greedy?” he frowns and starts to climb off of you. “Here I thought you were supposed to be my present.” He let out an exaggerated sigh. He wanders out your eyeline, but you know better than to try to crane your neck and find him. If he wanted you to see him, you would. You hear a familiar click in the corner of his room. He has opened the toy chest. You try not to wriggle in anticipation. “If Y/N wants to make it all about her, I suppose I can oblige.” He mumbles like he is talking to himself, but you know it’s a performance for you. You mourn the loss of your pet name. All you want is to be his Jagiya, to know you are being a good girl for him.

You don’t notice as his weight shifts back on to the end of the bed. It takes the soft buzzing to bring your attention back to Taehyung. In his hand is a vibrator the two of you had yet to try. It was bought as a joke originally. Packaged as ‘the most powerful clit stim’ you had been too terrified to actually use it. You were already overly sensitive when it came to Taehyung, this seemed like it may be overkill. His free hand slides your panties to the side, dipping a finger through your slick and testing how wet you were already. He chuckles to himself before pressing the vibrator to your already dripping core, dragging it almost torturously up to meet your clit.

You let out a scream when he turns up the power. Immediately a hand covers your mouth, the finger that was slipped through your pussy is forced through your lips and you suck obediently, eager to please.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get the others to see you like this. Is that what you want? Do you want my hyungs to see what a slut you are for me? Or do you want the little maknae to watch as I destroy this delicate little pussy?” he turns up the setting of the vibrator, daring you to make another sound. You focus on sucking the finger he gave you and try to ignore the quickly growing pressure in your stomach. Unfortunately, Taehyung notice the little squirm you can’t supress. He smiles maliciously, pressing harder. You begin to pant around the digit in your mouth. Just before you topple over the edge of your orgasm, he takes away the pressure, switching off the vibrator all together and removing his hand from your face.

It takes you a moment to recover from the denial, breathing hard and eyeing him carefully. He merely rolls the vibrator along his palm and waits for your breathing to return to normal. Once he is sure you’ve recovered enough, he turns the vibrator back on. This time the vibrations against your clit are even stronger. All of the muscles in your body tighten. He draws soothing patterns along your thigh as he shushes you, a false attempt at soothing your current anguish. Once you reach the precipice again, he takes away the stimulation. A tear rolls down your cheek at the oversensitivity of your nerves. This time instead of replacing the toy under you pants, he removes them completely. He wriggles his head between your legs, inches from your core.

“You’re doing so well for me Jagi.” His breath on your sensitive skin makes you clench. You feel so over-sensitive, but you wouldn’t dare stop him, not when he just returned your beloved title. He wraps his arms around the tops of your thighs and dives in to taste you. His tongue sooths your burning clit with soft licks. The pleasure builds again but this time it is much more manageable. His tongue finds its way to your entrance, fucking you on it. You moan a little, earning you a sharp warning tap against you leg. You bring your wrist to your lips and bite down hard to stop yourself making any noises.

One arm un-snakes from you thigh and joins Taehyung’s mouth. Two digits replace his tongue as its attention returns to your clit. This time when your orgasm peaks he drives you over the edge, playing with you until the very last wave of pleasure ceases. He removes his hand and licks it clean before finally removing his shirt. Your hands immediately shoot up to touch him, but you catch yourself halfway, thinking better of it. He chuckles and grabs your wrists, pulling you towards him and letting you play. You rub up his wash board stomach, playing with the clearly defined lines.

“Can you take more Jagi.” You nod enthusiastically you gaze not leaving his stomach. He just and grabs your cheeks forcing you to meet his eyes. “You will speak to me when spoken to Jagiya.” You swallow thickly.

“Yes sir… please use me, I am your present, do with me what you see fit.” He smirks and undoes the fly on his jeans. Your mouth waters as he pulls himself free from the confines of his dark jeans. He is quick to line his beautiful cock up with you entrance, needier for you than he had let on during your punishment. No amount of foreplay ever prepared you for his size as he stretched you out. Today he was particularly brutal, not allowing time for you to adjust before using you. You relished the burn.

Each thrust felt like it could tear you apart. Your head hit the headboard multiple times, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you griped to his shoulders for dear life. Each time he ground down on your pelvis sent shivers through your body, hitting the already sore bundle of nerves every time. You shudder with a second orgasm much quicker than you expect. His face creases as you clench around him. His pace starts to slow, and you feel him getting sloppier as his end nears. A few moments later he is cumming deep inside you. Rope after rope of hot cum lands in your cervix. He pulls out and watches as his cum starts to trickle out of you.

“How long does my present last?” he asks pulling you up into his arms.

“Forever.” You whisper sleepily as he lifts you into his ensuite. He sets you on the counter and goes about clearing you up, carefully avoiding where he knows you will be most sensitive.

“Good because I have a lot more things I want to try.” he kisses you deeply and you melt into him. “Merry Christmas Jagiya.”

“Merry Christmas TaeTae"

Masterlist

Christmas stories

[shelby-love]

MATT CASEY

Trapped in flames

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): angst

Author's note: I don't know what's up with these sad Matt one shots. They have my heart in pain I don't know how I'm surviving this.

This is part one, I haven't written part two for this because I'm leaving the ending up for you guys to decide. Comment down below or place your ideas into my ask box. Sad ending, happy ending? Or an ending that's a bit more sad but not death level sad? Or maybe even all of them! I'm giving you free reigns!

For now, I'll let you enjoy this.

PART // 2 //

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“Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. School fire. Southwest Street 12 32.”

Matt Casey would stand up and run to his truck without thinking, every time this rung out through the fire house.

Only this time it wasn’t that way. He sat frozen in his chair, words barely reaching his brain. But then it clicked, like a cold bucket of water was splashed on his face. “That’s Y/DN’s school...”

His colleges could do little close to nothing to soothe him. They each shared a sideward glance of worry before running to the vehicle, each one of them squeezing Matt's shoulder and murmuring reassurance.

Christopher was the only one that stood directly by his side. The feeling that brew inside Matt hit all too close to home. Knowing the fact that one day you'll have respond to your kids made each day at work more difficult than the one before. "She'll be alright. She has you for a dad."

With a nod the two of them separated and situated themselves in the vehicle. No one spoke

They only breathed heavily and left Matt alone with his thoughts, only listening to his occasional breakage when he demanded that the speed quickens.

Matt thought about his little daughter at that moment. His little girl whose pink backpack was almost as big as her, maybe even bigger than her.

Then his mind drifted to you. His beautiful wife who didn't even know what was going on in that moment.

***

Your neck cracked with a snap of your colleges fingers. She giggled like a school girl behind you, holding your swirly chair excitedly while you groaned in relief. Being hunched up over your desk the entire morning took a toll on you, and having one of your closest coworkers ease the pressure was close to heavenly.

"Your welcome," You heard her chirp as you smiles in delight.

Acting on pure instinct, you reached out to grab your phone that laid on a stack of unsigned papers close to a rose gold framed photo of your little family. You admired your daughters ringlets of hair and her toothy smile as you scrolled through your emails, looking for the one you needed to print out.

Although news came first. Aimlessly, you brushed your finger against the screen, briefly reading the black bolded letters of each article.

What caught your attention was an emergency article. One that stated a fire broke out and that people needed to avoid the streets. Not yet informed of everything and very much intrigued in which streets you should avoid and how big the damage is, you clicked open the article and what greeted you had your heart stopping.

You swallowed as the realization of the situation hit you where it hurts the most. Your heart.

"Y/N what's wrong? What happened?" The voice of your friend was drowned by the silence. Without thinking about it, you grabbed your car keys and sprinted outside.

One thing was on your mind.

Your daughter.

Was she safe?

Alive?

You brushed your tears away as you pulled your car in reverse and drove to the place you dropped her off this very morning.

***

When you arrived at the school the reality of the situation finally set in.

"My daughter is in there!" You yelled amidst the crowd. First responders were bustling around, children were crying and desperate parents like yourself were trying to push through and give comfort.

"Sorry ma'am but we can't let you through," The officer told you. Upon hearing those words you pushed the back of your hand against your mouth and sobbed, using your other hand to run it through you hair. "My little girl..."

On the other end of the grounds stood Wallace Boden, your and your husband's dear friend. His heart was beating wildly although not in a pace that matched your own. The 6 year old he held at birth was still lost in there somewhere and he lost all his time.

"That's it. Nobody else goes inside. This building is going to collapse-" Flames erupted at that moment, swallowing the building as a whole.

"Severide report!" He screamed.

"We have three victims chief! We're getting out now," His lieutenant reported.

"Casey! Casey report," His attention switched to Matt. Your husband still didn't see the daylight as he's been trapped inside for way too long. "Casey out now! That's an order."

Just as he said that did he get your attention. Bawling your hands into a fist you fought your way through to him, threatening to unleash warth on every police officer that tried to stop you.

"Wallace!" You ran toward the older man, whose heart immediately shattered at the sight of your red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Wallace please...Where is she?"

He bit his tounge, "She still hasn't come out."

"What about Matt? Where's Matt?"

At that moment you saw shadowy figures emerge from the smoke with little kids as small as your daughter in their arms. Protected and safe.

More tears sprung to your eyes as you took in the sight of him. Your husband. Matt ran to your arms immediately. "I'm here baby. I'm here..."

"I can't find her," he said, voice broken. You ignored the burning feeling of his uniform against your own clothes and buried your face in his neck. After a moment that lasted for a few short seconds you had enough time to collect yourself.

You kissed both of his eyes and brushed a finger against his damp cheek before leaving him be. "We heard voices in the East hallway. Chief I need 2 more minutes. Please."

Wallace shook his head, "This building is going to collapse. We gotta get water on that building and hope that she makes it."

His words had you on the floor, heart crushed. It felt as though the biggest piece of you was ripped away from you. A piece of your not even Matt could fuffil.

"I'll go with him," Severide volunteered. "Chief his kid is in there."

Just one look at you and Matt made his decision. He crouched down and grabbed your chin. "I'll get her out I promise."

And with that, he placed his mask over his face and ran out to get his miracle. The little girl that changed both of your lives for the better.

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[mayans-sauce]

Virgin🖤

Gif Credit: @thedevilsmoonshine

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Reader

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, virgin reader (also yes she is on the pill), a bit of swearing

Request by @sweetestreyes Heyyyy! I have a request for our presidente, maybe some cute smut like the reader confessing Bishop she’s a virgin so he’s all romantic and careful with her? Thanks a lot corazón 🖤

A/N: thanks for the request! I’m sorry it’s a little late but I hope you like it❤️ I think you can tell that I was in my Bishop feels while writing this! I went all out and I really put all my English abilities that I have into this! Like I REALLY wanted you to feel like this was your first time with him. And also Bishop calling reader sweetheart is my fucking kink *heart eyes*

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You had been together with Bishop a little over two months now. Those two months were the best you have had in a long time. He was sweet and caring to you. Sex hadn't really been discussed yet. When he mentioned it you always came up with an excuse like that you were tired or just wasn't in the mood. You didn't want to tell him the real reason yet as to why, and that was that you were still a virgin. You never felt that he pressured you when you were having a late night make out session on the couch and his actions got a little bit rougher. He always stopped and asks if it was alright. When you told him that you weren't really in the mood tonight he just nodded his head and cuddled you instead.

Nights like these happened a lot and you always felt bad that you weren't taking this big step with him. Bishop didn't seem to mind. He always told you that he would wait until you felt ready, having no clue that you were keeping a big secret from him.

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Tonight was the night you were going to tell him and hopefully have him take your virginity. As always after a long day at work for you and him at the clubhouse, you found yourself tangled against each other on the couch. Lips moving against one another as his hands explored your body. Yours around his neck to keep him to you. The movie that you had put in for movie night completely forgotten.

His lips felt so good against yours. His hands roaming your curves made your whole body tingle in delight. You wanted to go even further. You so wanted to take the next step with him. But you were scared. What if he rejected you? Didn't want to be with you when you told him that you were a virgin? You knew that he would never think that but your insecurities took over. You stopped him when you felt his arms pulling you closer to him, his lips getting a little bit rougher against yours.

“Bishop wait”. He pulled away from you, looking at your face. “What is it sweetheart?” his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I.. I.. um”. “You can tell me anything you know that..”. Alright here goes nothing you thought.

“I'm a... virgin”. You looked down, almost as if you were ashamed. His fingers grabbed you chin and pulled your face to look at him again. “Why didn't you tell me?” “I was ashamed that.. you didn't want me”. “Didn't want you?” He shook his head at that, letting out a laugh. “I want you so much baby. I was afraid that you didn't want me.. but now I know why. I'm sorry if you have ever felt pressured to have sex with me. I never ever want that”. You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. Those were the exact words you needed to hear. To make you confident to ask him to take it to the next level. “I've never felt pressured Obispo. You've always been nice to me”. He brought his lips to your forehead leaving a lingering kiss. “How about we just cuddle for the night yeah?��

You shook your head no, bringing this lips to yours for a needy kiss. You wanted him. You needed him now. “What are you doing?” “I want you Bishop. I want you so bad.. please”. “Are you sure? We don't need to if you are not ready baby”. “I want to.. so bad.. please”. He made you straddle him. Your lips kissing the flesh of his neck, leaving light marks, while he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Laying you both gently down on the bed. You loved the weight of him on top of you while he kissed you so good. He removed his shirt and pants until he was only in his boxers. He then proceeded to help you with your clothing. Groaning out when he took you shirt off. Your beautiful, naked torso laid out in front of him. “Fuck.. you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on”.

Giving you a quick kiss on the lips before his lips started to wander down. Leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your tender neck, sucking on your sweet spot. Down the valley of your breast and stopping to give some love to both of your nipples. Your back arching at the wonderful feeling.

His lips came to a stop at your covered core. He was looking up at you. Taking in the beautiful girl before him. “Can I taste you?” You frantically nodded your head at him, wanting him to continue.

Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of your shorts and panties he pulled them down you legs. He licked his lips when he saw your pussy. Already wet and ready for his waiting mouth. Spreading your legs as far as they could go to get a complete view of you. “So beautiful”. He started with kisses on your inner thigh and worked his way to your waiting core. Looking up at you to take in your reactions at what he was doing. His tongue licked up a broad strip across your centre. You let out a gasp at the feeling. Throwing your head back while one of your hands found their home in his hair.

“Fuck.. Bishop.. please”. His lips wrapping around your bundle of nerves. Switching between sucking and licking your little pearl. “Fuck that feels so good”. “Yeah you like this querida?” “Yes.. god yes..”. Your senses was overwhelmed with pleasure. You were going to cum soon and Bishop took notice and pulled away from you. Letting out a frustrated groan as the pleasure was taken away from you.

“Mmm.. you taste so sweet baby. As much as I would love to feel you come undone on my tongue, I really need to be inside of you sweetheart. I want us to cum together”. Leaning down to kiss you. Lips moving desperately against each other to try and savour the flavour of one another. Taking his boxers off and taking himself in his hand to pump a few times. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him. You just wanted to feel every inc of him inside of you. Rubbing the head of his cock against your folds to coat himself in your juices. His tip at your entrance as he looked at your face for confirmation to continue. “I'm ready Bishop”.

He slowly pushed inside of your tight walls. You let out a whimper at the slight pain. “Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” “No.. please keep going”. When he was fully inside of you he took his time to kiss all over your face, making you giggle out. His little journey of kisses ended with a sweet kiss on your lips. “I love you”. That was the first time he has ever said that to you and it made your heart almost burst out of your chest. “I love you too. Now please move. I want to feel you”.

He pushed himself out until only his tip was inside of you before he pushed in again. Doing this a few times to get you adjusted to him. “Please Bishop.. faster”. He let out a throaty groan and buried his face in your neck at your commands. Picking up his speed. Not to fast but not to slow either. Just enough to make you both climb closer to euphoria. “Fuck you feels so good sweetheart” he said against your neck. Sucking and licking the soft skin. You let out sweet whimpers and moans that Bishop took notice off. If he could he would only listen to those sounds for the rest of his life.

He brought his forehead to yours. Looking into each other's eyes as your release came closer and closer. Wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep him as close as possible to you. He supported himself on one elbow while his other arm went down to where you were connected to circle your bundle of nerves, making your whole body tingle in delight. “Fuck.. fuck I'm almost there Bishop”. He picked his pace up, wanting you to cum for him. The thought of that he was going to be the first man to ever make you cum like this had his head fucking spinning.

“Cum for me sweetheart. I want to feel you”. That was all it took. Your walls pulsating around him as your pleasure took completely over your body. Head thrown back as your saw stars in your eyes at the amazing feeling. One last thrust from him and he spilled himself inside of you. Coating your walls with his warm seed. Burying his face in your neck again to conceal his moans of pleasure. He continued to thrust himself inside of you to ride out your high.

Once you both slowly started to come down from the sky he pressed his lips to yours. Pulling you on top of him while he was still nested inside of you. Listening to his calming heart beat as he stroked your hair lovingly. None of you speaking for a moment. Just enjoying each other warmth and touch as you calmed down.

You were the first one to speak. “That was incredible. Thank you for being so sweet and caring to me”. “Always sweetheart and do you know how hot it is that I'm the first man that has ever made you come undone like that”. You lifted your head to look at him. “Really?” He nodded his head. “Well lucky for you, you are the only one that is allowed to make me cum like that for the rest of our lives”. “Oh I'm counting on it baby”.

“I love you Obispo”.

“I love you Y/N”.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

ANGEL REYES x (OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA DAUGHTER)! READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: if it’s not a bother to you could you do 83&88 with angel reyes💖

Anon #2 asked: 84&87 with angel reyes

Anon #3 asked: 91&96, nsfw/smutty, angel reyes♥️

Prompts:

83. “Raise your ass”.

88. “Your father is in the other room”.

84. “On your knees”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

91. “Should be illegal taste so good”.

96. “I’m virgin”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 4k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @cherieann-2001 💖

Author comments: I'm not sorry for this, guys. I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“YOU WHAT?”

You frown pulling him into the empty clubhouse, as he crew stared at you because of his words. He's laughing loud, feeling him somewhat alleviated after so much tension the last three days.

“What's so funny?”

“Shit, baby… was that what worried you?”

“That I'm virgin? Yeah, of course!”

Angel just hugs you, confusing you because he doesn't seem angry at all. 

“God… I was feeling so fucking insecure, saying to myself that I fall in love for first time and she isn’t attracted to me”.

“I am, you idiot”. 

“Yeah, but you stopped me every time I tried… you know, going farther”. He says almost chuckling gently kissing your head”. Shit, you broke the barometer of feeding my ego, mi amor. But, it's okay, I'll wait ti—”

“I'm ready, Angel. I just… I didn't know how to tell you”.

He looks at you with both eyebrows raised, surprised and excited in equal parts.

“My father is not gonna be tonight at home, you could… come over”.

“Yeah, I'll definitely come”. He jokes with you with a singsong voice. 

“Angel!” You laugh strongly patting his chest. 

“What? You asked for it, mi dulce”.

“So… you're okay with that?”

“Of course, yes, baby. You don' know how happy you're making me feel right now”.

After your father is already gone, having warned you to lock all the doors in his ‘overprotective-mood’, you run to your room to get ready. You change your clothes, wearing nothing but a black lace panties and one of Angel's shirts you usually put on when he's out of town. You've been together for a month, even though you only found out about his feelings for you six days ago. One day, you just decided to give him a chance, and you couldn't have been more wrong, thinking he would fuck up by hanging with some chick or getting tired of you.

Having one last look at yourself in the mirror, you go to answer the door bell. Angel is already there, letting his eyes travel around your body, as soon as you open the door.

“Shit, baby… It's the first time I see you wearing one of my shirts”. He babbles totally amazed.

“Does it look good?” You ask then, turning around for him. 

“Fu—Fucking good”. He nods swallowing.

“Has your last neuron collapsed?”

“I have zero doubts”. He nods again keeping his parted lips, whilst holding his hand to guide him to your room. 

Soft Lights are hanging on the wall. And you don't know why, but it feels like if it was Angels first time too. He was acting so confident that morning, that you can't help but chuckle a little when you find him shaking under your grip, He sat himself on the edge of the king size bed.

“So… If I hurt you at… anytime, just tell me, please”.

“I will, Angel. Relax. I'm virgin, not an atomic bomb about to explode, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… fuck, I'm sorry”. He says when you're placing a knee next to his body.

“Why the fuck are you apologizing?” You laugh somewhat loud, finally sitting on his lap while he holds you.

“Shit, 'cause I'm fucking nervous!” He frowns softly. “I wanna do'et good. I wanna make you feel good. It's a big responsibility”.

“If you d—”.

“Of course I want”. He sighs, resting his forehead on your chest for a second.

His lips close around your skin, kissing it gently enjoying the scent of vanilla on your skin, the smell so sweet it drives him mad the closer he gets to your neck. His fingers grip your shirt while yours caress his head. A low moan escapes from your mouth when Angel bites you, pulling you a little closer, growling over your collarbone. Then Angel takes off your shirt, trying to calm himself down and go slow to not make you feel uncomfortable. With his eyes on yours, he brings his lips to one of your nipples; sucking and licking them. It gives you some chills when he sighs against it, so pleased that you can't help but swing your hips softly.

“You're a fucking goddess, mami”. He gasps reaching your lips.

His tongue finds yours inside your mouth, caressing it as you begin to feel the erection I his jeans, a delicious friction to your panties that make you moan a little. Without breaking the kiss, Angel takes off his rings to put them inside a pocket, before place his hands on your back.

“It's okay if I s—?”

“Don't ask, Angel, just do'et”. You whimper somewhat desperate.

One of his hands crawls down your right side to your stomach, reaching under your panties. His skin is so cold compared to yours, closing your eyes the moment that he slides a finger among your folds, digging in. You drown a moan on his lips, watching him biting his own with some strength that makes you shake just with that view.

“Fuck, mi dulce… Look at you… So fucking wet fo' me”. His hoarse voice gives you nice chills, licking your lips with the tip of his tongue.

His finger feels so good exploring you, slightly curved, thrusting you softly. Angel drinks every gasp he provokes you, memorizing every gesture of your face. He doesn't want to forget it. Choosing him to lose your virginity with, makes him feel like the most lucky man on earth. He loves you, he wants to please you at all costs, show you every single emotion he feels for you. Without asking, he slides a second one having to cover your mouth with a hand to drown a low moan. 

“Don' fuckin' do that or 'am gonna stop”. Reyes slaps it with his free hand making you chuckle as he thrusts into you a little fast. “I'm dying to taste you”.

He sounds desperate, trying not to lose control when he finds your hips bouncing low over his hand.

“Do it”. You almost beg for it, seconds before he is pulling out his fingers to help you to lie on your back.

His calloused hands run over your thighs before sliding your panties off and throwing them aside. Kneeling next to the bed, Angel lifts up your legs to his shoulders, leaving some soft bites on your skin getting closer to your center. Maintaining your look, he explores your entrance with his tongue. Your back arches when he catches your swollen clit between his lips, sucking it so delicately as if it was the best thing he has ever try out. 

“Fuck, Angel…” You groan placing your hands on his black messy hair.

He smirks proudly sinking his mouth into your pussy, tucking in two fingers again. He knows exactly what to do, making you squirm under the arm holding your waist to hold you closer. His hand works you out faster than before, as his tongue explores your wet skin from top to bottom making some pressure against it. Angel sighs when he's out of air, biting and sucking your pelvis to leave a beautiful small bruise.

“It should be illegal taste so good”. He mutters, rubbing his scratchy cheeks against your thighs, moving his wrist nailing his fingers inside you. “I wan'ya to cum in ma' mouth, keep makin'me happy, mi dulce”.

You can't even say a word when he devours your pussy again, shaking your breath and your body, going deeper and somewhat fast. You're aroused because of him, that you know you won't take much longer. Angel knows exactly where to touch you to make you scream his name, while the heat runs down your spine flowing out in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Angel!” You cry out feeling how the delicious orgasm wraps your body, while he continues only with his mouth, drinking your juices so delighted. “Oh, fuck, baby…”

Your phone starts to ring with ‘The Imperial March’ over the nightstand, you two growl, stretching a hand to it.

“Please, don' answer”. Your boyfriend begs you, crawling on the mattress.

“El presidente is calling”. You snort showing him the screen. “Hey… dad”.

“Can you open the door? I forgot my keys”.

“I'm in”. Leaving the phone away, Angel rolls on the bed, getting up as you find something to wear that it's not his shirt. Finding some pajamas and putting them on as you walk towards the entrance. 

“Were you sleeping?”

“No… Yes… I mean…”

“Looks like you had a nightmare”.

“Yeah… something like that”.

“Do you want me to stay, ah?” He asks putting an arm over your shoulders, leaving a smooth kiss on your sweaty temple. Then, you shake your head. “Okay, go back to bed, but lock the door. And call me if you have another one, I'll be here in less than five minutes, princesa”.

“Vale, papá”. (Okay, dad).

“Te amo, lo sabes, ¿verdad?” (I love you, you know it, right?)

“Yo también te amo”. (I love you too).

“Go back to sleep, c'mon”.

Kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you leave him leading going back to your room. Angel is behind it about to have a heart attack. Closing the door and locking it, you pull him into you, crashing your lips with his. Taking off your clothes while his big hands paw every inch of your body, you attack his belt undoing it.

“Your father is in the other room”. He mutters when his back finds the wall.

“So, what?” You reply on his lips standing on your tiptoes, losing your shit when you unzip his jeans to free himself.

“Fuck… Go on your knees, mi dulce”. He whispers, biting your mouth, watching you take it as an order.

Rolling his pants and his boxers, after Angel he takes off his boots, heel against heel; you wrap his throbbing cock in your hand jerking him off slowly, Seeing how he tries not to make a single noise. His hands go straight to your hair, getting tangled in it,when your tongue draws some circles over his reddened glans. Angel has his eyes strongly closed, his back slightly curved, urging you to suck his cock. Your mouth receives it totally pleased, pressing your throat and holding it there for a few seconds. You can see Angel opening his lips, eliciting a loud moan. You hear Bishoos steps getting closer to the door, as he knocks he says

“One last thing”.

“Yeah, dad?” You quickly ask.

“Your bike is losing oil, Angel. Fix it tomorrow, I don't want you to have an accident”.

“Su—Sure, prez”.

“Good. And use condoms”.

“DAD!”

“USE IT, I SAID. OR I WILL FUCKING CUT HIM INTO PIECES”.

“Fuck, prez… We're ju—We're just gonna sleep… together”.

“Use it if you want to stay alive, Reyes!”

You can't help but break out in laughs when you're sure your father is already gone. Angel can barely breathe, But before he can complain about your father, you're sucking his dick again deeper. He finally moans as he wanted to do. His hands on your head marks the rhythm, somewhat faster, wetting all his extension with your tongue. He keeps his eyes on you,on your lips, enjoying the way you have to blow him so needy as he was eating you out. And it tastes good. Angel tastes so good.

But he can't handle much longer the desire to fuck you, to make you his. By grabbing your chin with two fingers, he urges you to stand up, devouring in a dirty way your mouth. Your salivas getting mixed with the flavor of your own juices, walking backwards to your bed, to lay down there. He takes off his shirt, throwing it to the floor, breaking the desperate kiss to give you the leather jacket.

“Put on my kutte. I wanna fuck you wearing it, mi princesa Maya”.

Your legs tremble hearing say that. And you do, before he makes some space between your legs, spreading it and ignoring Bishop's warning. Neither of you want to use it for your first time, and you already have a pill for tomorrow just in case. Angel looks at you, totally naked, opened waiting for him. And he's realizing that heaven must looks like that. 

“Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful, mi amor”. He whispers amazed, lying on top of you, stroking himself close to your clit. “Tell me if you need to stop, okay?”

You nod starting to be terrified. You know that mostly it hurts a little, and Angel is so big. More than you could imagine. But you know that he's going to be understanding and careful, guiding his glans among your wet folds. He moves his pelvis slowly, growling because of how warm and tight you are, not wanting to lose a single expression on your face.

“Shit… hold a second, Angel”. You beg closing your eyes when his cock finds your limits.

“Okay, okay, baby. It's okay… you want me to pull it out?”

“Please, do—don't move”.

“I will not”.

He tries to comfort you leaving smooth kisses all around your face, caressing your arms with his fingertips. You can't deny that it hurts and itches to some extent, until almost a minute passes by. He moves himself slowly, when your body is less tense, surrounding you with his arms. Now, you can feel it. You can feel the pleasure of his hard cock stretching your tightness, once and again. Slow. So slow that it's driving you insane.

“¿Estás bien, mi dulce?” (You okay?) He whispers with shaky breath on your ear. You just nod. It's impossible for you say a single word. “Fuck, baby… this is the fuckin' paradise”.

He makes you chuckle, pounding you as soon as he knows that you're good with that, hitting your g-stop and making you scream out full of pleasure.

“That's it, baby… Fuck... Do it again”. He begs you, thrusting his pelvis against you somewhat harder. You can't help but moan loudly again. 

He's helping you to discover feelings that you never thought you would be able to feel. The mix between tickles, pleasure and chills, making you lose your mind. His thrusts become constant, deeper, faster, as your vocals. He's enjoying more the fact that you're whimpering his name, that the pleasure of your first time gives him narrowing his cock inside you.

“Oh, fuck… Angel, don'—don't stop, please… I fucking beg you!”

“Not until you cum on my dick, princesa”.

His growls against your mouth increasing the heat running through your body, bristling your skin. Leading his lips back to your neck, your boyfriend bites hard, pressing your fingers on his nape to push him closer. You open your legs a little more, but surrounding his waist with one of them intensifying the pleasure. You didn't finish yet, and you already want to do it again.

“Fuck, mami… on all fours. I wanna fuck you from behind”.

And that's sound so much better, until you feel empty whining upset a little, but adopting the position he has ask you.

“Chest down, mami”. 

When your weight is over your palms and your knees, he softly presses your nape to the bed.

“Raise your ass and spread those fucking beautiful legs fo' me”.

You do it, without complaining, anxious for feeling him inside. A strong slap right to your ass makes you squirm surprised, crying out because of it. But before you can say anything, his cock is pushing into your body again to the limit, drilling your pussy with repetitive moves. You're sure that your neighbors are going to hear you scream his full name, agsin and again. His fingers rabbbng on your hips and his pelvis colliding against your folds creating a delicious wet melody that floods your room, intermingling with your noises.

“You like it, mi dulce?”

“Yes… Yes… Fuck, Angel, you're so… so fucking big”.

Reyes tangles a hand in your hair, pulling you up until his chest finds your back covered by the kutte.

“This big cock is only yours, mi princesa”. He grunts into your ear, biting your lobe.

The position changes a little with your body stuck against his. His left hand travels to your throat holding it, while the other goes down to your pleased pussy being thrust into with all his strength, rubbing your clit with his forefinger. When you thought he couldn't give you more pleasure, he just does this other thing. Fuck you. Finger you. Bite you. All in one, and you can't fight your feelings much more.

“Angel… Angel…”

“Fuckin' cum, mi vida… make me happy”. He begs looking for your lips, twisting your neck a little.

“I wanna do'et rid—riding your cock… please. Shit, please, Angel”.

You're going to kill him, asking him those things. He's falling in love with you somewhat more every time you open your mouth. He pulls out himself, knowing that he's close to cumming, lying on the bed to let you sit on his lap. He doesn't miss a single detail, nor a single gesture, nor a single move, biting his lower lip and watching how you lead his cock back to your pussy. 

Your hips bounce on him, dancing above his pelvis, going a little bit deeper. You could say that coming to an orgasm is similar with using your fingers, but you would be lying. It hits you harder, warmer, closing your fingers on his chest and going faster when you feel the explosion inside your belly, arching your back. A howl full of pleasure in your throat, with your boyfriend's name on it.

“Shit, baby…” You're almost crying, leaping on top of him.

“Don't stop, mi dulce… I'm gon—gonna fuckin' cum…”

You're not. You want to feel him, speeding up your moves. By his heavy breathing you know pretty well he is on the edge, bending over his chest looking for his tongue. Kissing him, your hands lead his straight to your ass, slapping it again before squeezing it and helping you to go deeper on your pussy.

“Fuck, daddy… cum inside me…”

“Shit, how di—did you c…”

“Daddy… My daddy”. You gasps somewhat exhausted while he pushes you with non-stop.

“Beg for it, mi dulce… Beg for your daddy's cum”. 

Rolling over the mattress, putting your back on it, Angel thrust his cock faster with a hand wrapping your throat tightly.

“Oh, fuck…” You sob with your legs trembling a little more than before. “Fuck, daddy… Daddy, please… Cum inside me, I deserve it, please…”

“Yeah, babygirl… Daddy is gonna… make you feel full. Only your daddy Angel, you hear me…?”.

“Only you, daddy, but… fuck… please cum inside me”.

You catch his lips between yours, kissing him dirtly exploring his whole mouth with your tongue. Your boyfriend is out of air, moaning into your mouth when he feels the lash of heat hitting his lower abdomen, filling you with his seed and feeling how it spills down your thighs when he pounds you again, pressing his body against yours as much as he can. He holds it inside you, looking at your eyes burning in lust. Every time he bites his lip, your heart jumps, doing it as he pushes you a little more moving your body above the mattress some inches.

“Angel! Fuck!” You cry out, making him chuckles between some gasps.

“Fuck, mi dulce… You feel so good… so warm… so tight. Your pussy is suffocating me… so fucking much… shit, it feels so good, I swear to god”. He mutters exhausted, touching your lips with his.

“Hold it just a little more, please…”

“All the time you want, mi amor… This cock is only yours… Only for you”. 

Crossing the clubhouse' main door sounds easy, but it's not. Your holding hands with Angel, carrying the helmet in the other. He looks at you for a second, leaning towards you to press his lips with yours. You know everything is going to be okay, even so you can't help but feeling a little terrified. 

“What's'ap, bro?” 

The guys receive you and, by the emotion on their faces, you realize that Angel probably told him. Finding your father stepping out from the Templo, followed by Taza and Tranq, you try to look calm.

“Buenos días, princesa”. He says practically ripping you out of Angel's arms, to hug you closer.

“Buenos días, papá”. You mutter a little nervous.

“Yo, Bish… op… Bishop. My bike. Is okay”.

“Yeah, it is”. He just say, holding you against his chest.

“How did you kn—”.

“I know every fucking smell of my daughter, pendejo. I ‘made’ her, remember? I've been taking care of her since she was fucking born”. Your father is pointing at him with his forefinger, again, showing his overprotective and jealous mood. “And you use that… fucking cologne that has a strong smell”.

“Dad, please… stop”.

“Listen to me, princesa. Si este pendejo te hace llorar, lo ataré al techo y le arrancaré la piel pedazo a pedazo. Después, se la haré comer”. (If this asshole makes you cry, I'll handle him from the rooftop to rip off his skin, piece by piece. Then, I'll make him eat it).

The whole group could have heard Angel swallow. But then it seems like heis reborn like a phoenix. Grabbing you from your father's arms and placing a hand on your waist.

“Look, Bishop. I'm not gonna fuck this up and I don' give a shit if you like or not. I love (Y/N), and I'm gonna take care of her”. You're freaking out, along with the crew. And God, he's so hot in that mood. “So, no matter how hard you try, she's my princ—”.

“Finish the sentence, and I'm gonna bury you alive, motherfucker”.

Taza is making a sign to end the conversation behind your father. Not this road, Angel Reyes. Don't ride this road. Obispo is lower than him, but he has his balls so fucking high.

“Mi hija, mi princesa. Don't you dare to cross the limit, Angel”. Your father is facing him, with his chin raised up. “I don't give a fuck what you do with her, when I'm not close. Unless you hurt her. But I'm here, and you're gonna fucking respect my rules”.

“Okay, dad, eno—”.

“Shut the fuck up, no one is talking with you, querida”.

Frowning, you know it's your time to set off the fire. Grabbing your father's kutte, you pull him outside of the clubhouse, while he continues threatening Angel in the distance. You lead him to the warehouse, closing the door behind you. 

“I'll fucking bury him, if he tries to call you again ‘princesa’ in my presence!” He shouts at you.

Here he is. Your jealous father. The most jealous man on earth. 

“Ok, dad, we all get it”.

“Don' fucking joke with me! You don' know how painful this is”.

“What the fuck, dad…?”

“Seeing you spending more time with him than with me. I understand it, you're growing and all that shit. But one day you will say ‘goodbye, I'm moving’ and I'll see you one or two hours every… I don' know how much days”.

“Okay, dad… calm down”.

You notice that your father is having a panic attack. Quickly, you help him to sit on a metallic box, kneeling close to him and taking off the kutte to undone some buttons of his shirt.

“Dad, breathe, okay? Breathe…”

He tries while you hold his hands, leaving some kisses on the back of them, until he starts to do better.

“You will always be mi rey, the one and only love of my life… okay?” He just nods with his gaze away from you. “There's no man , and no woman I could love more than I love you, you hear me? And I will not… limit myself visiting you just one hour every day, in the case I move on. And if I do… it will be in a lot of time”.

He doesn't say anything, sitting you on his lap and resting his face on your chest, closing his eyes, trying to keep calm.

“I hope you fucking used a condom”.

“Did you?”

“... I don' think so”.

“See, dad? Family business”.

“I'm gonna fucki—”

“Papá, te amo”.

“Bu—”.

“Shut up. Don' fuckin' ruin the moment”.

[intuitive-bbloom]

Hiiii Bbloom 🥺

Thank you so much . You are so sweet and kind and I'm so grateful you and some of my friends are always bringing me so much positivity. It really helps sometimes. But at other times I will fall into darkness again . Somewhere in shadow. I see many people brace themselves for life. They are so strong and brave. I start to feel like I'm not strong as my friends think. I just can't.

My depression is becoming dreadful I'm kinda suicidal and it's really easy for me to commit it ( I have done a lot research on it damn I am a bit crazy ) even though I don't live alone. I still go out with my friends I try to cook and immerse myself in studies and my new part time job. Yet, I feel empty , though I can't forget all of pain I have gone through. ( I found out I have Neptune square ascendant in my birth chart :-: of late. It sounds horrible)

I'm telling myself if I just can't get over it I would end my life by the end of November because I just can't. I respect life but sometimes it's really hard to breathe. It's not just about a simple breakup. I suspect I always hate being abandoned by the loved one. And recently I found some words resonate a lot : " I'm not ready to let the youthful part of myself go yet. If maturity means becoming a cynic, if you have to kill the part of yourself that is naive and romantic and idealistic - the part of you that you treasure most - to claim maturity, is it not better to die young but with your humanity intact?"

💜💜💜💜💜

Love

Please don't feel pressured. 🥺 Life is life. It's beautiful and sometimes you can't help ending it quick.

TW: Death, suicide

Hey there my angel! ❤💕💕💕✨✨

I understand you so much, I really do. You may not realize it but you're really really strong, stronger than you realize and I want to hug you so tight and tell you that you've tried. Most times we can't fight the darkness but I'm telling you that in due time that it'll be over, all this madness will soon come to an end and it won't be by your own hands taking your life. I'm glad that I'm one of the people that give you positivity, that's all I ever wanted my blog to be, a safe space with nice loving energies, I want people to smile and have a nice time here and if they're sad and going through something I'm here for them, for you. I understand your pain, and no you're not crazy because I'm not better than you, I've been down so bad before that I was ready to end it all, I even wrote my su*cide letter but as I was writing it I became hopeful and decided not to follow through, I thought about my sister and how devastated she would be and how alone she would feel. I too want happiness, we all deserve happiness and a good ending. Please don't take your life, the hurt will soon fade, think about all the good stuff you love, that meal you eat that makes you excited, how that fanfiction from your favorite author who's yet to update makes you squeal in delight at 3am, what about your favorite show or the feeling of water on the beach running through your feet. Sui*ide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I feel you too, I have abandonment issues so I know where you're coming from, I don't like to trauma dump but I want to be as real as possible, I can't tell you that everyone won't leave you right now because everyone leaves one way or the other but all I can say is that one day you'll meet someone/people who will never ever leave you, that you'll always meet them lifetime after lifetime, you'll one day meet your soul family and you won't have to be scared anymore.

That quote is so touching, if that's the cost of maturity then don't mature, there's no reason to die young to hold onto such treasures, just carry your youth and live it unapologetically.

Life is like a piano, you have both the white keys and dark ones but that's what makes it beautiful. I know I might be sad and stuff but I have faith that one day I'll be happy and I'll get that happiness one way or the other. I wish happiness and healing on you too, you will come out stronger. I love you and believe in you *hugs you and kisses your forehead* great job! You will be okay. You will survive.

[alj4890]

Angst Prompt

Dawn’s Early Light

(Part Three to One Fateful Night)

As requested by many of you.

(Liam x OC) in a one shot continuation of the angsty One Fateful Night.

A/N Here's some happiness to the angst so many sent messages about. I know it is still bittersweet in a way, with Riley being dead and all, but I think it gives our favorite prince a chance to find true love after all. On another note, I had at one time considered Liam meeting someone in Washington D.C. in another story where Riley died the night of the Homecoming Ball in Book 2. I guess this makes up for deleting it and never posting, LOL.

Part 2 The Dark Before the Dawn

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Dawn’s Early Light

Somewhere in Maryland...

"Sir?"

Liam grimaced at the voice coming through loud and clear from his cell phone. The one time he convinced Bastien that he could travel on his own and the man still made certain to call every hour.

"Yes?" He huffed.

"Your current location?"

"That at the moment is a little difficult to pinpoint." Liam squinted through the pouring rain. "One of the roads was flooded and the numerous detours have sent me further east of D.C."

He could hear frantic mutterings in the background, papers shifting and clicks from computers.

"Pull over and we will try to locate you." Bastien ordered.

Liam looked about at the flour lane highway, barely able to see five feet ahead of him. "There isn't a spot to do so. I'll call once I find a safe place."

"Your majesty," he could hear the frustration in his Head of the King's Guards' voice, "this is why I insisted we fly down together."

"And I knew this was my last chance to take a road trip of sorts." Liam countered. "You worry too much, Bastien."

"And you don't worry enough." Bastien muttered. "If you haven't found a place within the next hour, I am coming to find you."

"Make sure to bring a rowboat." Liam teased. "That's probably the best way to travel here."

His jest was met with silence.

"Bastien?" Liam glanced down at his phone and saw the call had dropped. Tossing it back in the passenger seat, he continued on down the road.

*****************

Outside of Annapolis...

"No!" Autumn pleaded when her tire burst. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Pulling over onto the shoulder of the highway, she tried to call her parents.

"Gee, thanks for no bars." She grumbled, chucking her phone back into her purse.

Reaching for her coat she prepared herself mentally to change her own tire.

Why did Dad have to make it so boring? He knew I wouldn't pay attention!

It had been ten years since she had sat through that lesson, day dreaming of the cute guy who sat next to her in chemistry class.

And just like her lack of luck with Mr. Chemistry, she was about to fail miserably with her tire.

She pulled the flashlight and tools out her father insisted she keep in her vehicle at all times and stepped out into the rainstorm.

"Any creepy serial killers out there," she yelled towards the darkened woods that lined the highway, "now is NOT the time to mess with me!"

She paused in removing the jack from her trunk. "That goes for any wild animals unless you're the helpful kind from fairy tales."

She snorted at her own joke as she set reflectors along the road. "And if you know of any princes, do send them my way."

"Alright car, you and I have been through it." She patted it's side. "All the snow storms in Pennsylvania. New jobs. New apartments. Ex boyfriends." She knelt by the flat tire. "Let's get through this and I'll treat you to a tank of premium gas."

She removed the hubcap and blinked when a pair of bright headlights pulled up behind her.

"Didn't I specifically demand no serial killers?" She muttered to herself as she saw the silhouette of a man start walking her way.

"Pardon me?" A cultured voice called out. "Are you in need of any assistance?"

She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the light. "I wouldn't say no to some help."

Her mystery person stopped a couple of feet away from her and studied her tire.

"Where's the jack?"

She handed it to him and watched as he expertly began to raise the back end up.

"Here's the tool kit." She handed it over, discreetly keeping a screwdriver in her hand in case he was a psycho.

"I hate to keep you out in the rain, but could you shine your flashlight here so I can remove the lug nuts?"

"Right. Of course." She dutifully lifted it where he directed.

"Perfect." He turned to smile at her. "Thank you."

She blinked at how handsome he was. "I, no problem. I should be thanking you."

"My pleasure." He looked around. "I don't suppose you know where we are, do you?"

Oh no. A hot psycho. Just my luck.

"Um, don't you know?" She took a cautious step back.

"I've never been in this part of America before." He explained, unaware of her trepidation. "I lost GPS about two hours ago."

"Oh." She relaxed and stepped closer. "We're about forty-five minutes from Annapolis.

"How far is that from D.C.?" He asked.

"About forty minutes or so depending on traffic." She tilted her head. "Let me guess. You're a politician or aide of some sort."

He chuckled. "Not really."

"You certainly don't sound like the men in Washington."

"Oh? And how do they sound?"

"Arrogant jerks. Every last one of them. Even the mailroom guys act like they rule the world." Her nose wrinkled.

"Ah." Her handsome stranger removed her flat tire and placed the spare on. "Not fond of men in power, I take it."

"Not really." She squatted next to him, hoping she would remember his actions in case she had another flat tire some time in the future. "I guess there's bound to be one man out there who actually wants to serve the people instead of having them serve him."

"I see." He glanced over at her. "I like to think there are honest rulers out there."

Her brow furrowed. "Rulers?" She studied his profile. "You're not American, are you?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Where are you from?" Her eyes narrowed in thought. "Your accent is hard to place."

"Cordonia" he grunted as he tightened the lug nuts. "Have you heard of it?"

"It sounds familiar." She muttered.

"It is a tiny but beautiful country in Europe." He explained.

"Isn’t every European nation?” She teased. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of of one that I would turn down a vacation to.”

He began to lower her car back down with the jack. "All done."

"I don't know how to thank you." She pushed her wet hair back, wondering how horrible she must look as she picked up the safety reflectors

"No need." He smiled warmly. "Have a good evening, my lady." With an instinctive bow, he turned and walked back to his own car.

"My lady?" Her lips quirked with humor. Perhaps the fairy tale animals had sent her a prince. "Hey! Wait!"

He paused with his car door open. "Yes?"

"There's an all night diner a few miles ahead." She took a deep breath. "Would you like to follow me there? We could dry off and I could buy you a piece of pie as a thank you."

Her hero's smile grew brighter. "I'd like that. Lead the way."

********************

"I'm Autumn." She held her hand out as they waited to be seated.

"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Liam." He took her hand and bowed over it.

"Is that how people greet one another in Cordonia?" She asked.

"It is the norm from where I grew up." He responded with a sheepish grin.

He shook her hand. "Is that better?"

"Your way was fine." She glanced down at their clasped hands. "I just feel a little under dressed for such a proper greeting."

"Nonsense." Liam continued to hold her hand. "A little water logged perhaps, but lovely nonetheless."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"Just the two of you?"

The pair turned toward a waitress.

"Yes." Autumn replied. "Just us."

"Follow me." She sat them at a table and handed over some menus. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Coffee, please." Autumn replied.

"I'll have the same." Liam added.

"Coming right up."

*********************

"Autumn?" Liam tested her name. "Were you given that name due to being born in the fall?"

She shook her head. "My parents have a warped sense of humor. I was born in April."

He laughed causing her to smile once more.

She thought his laughter had such a warm encompassing sound that made her want to hear it often as she could.

"They also wanted to have their kids' initials for Pennsylvania." She rolled her eyes. "My older brother, Patrick, took care of the P while I completed it with an A." Her own laughter bubbled out. "Then my unplanned younger brother was born and threw those initials out the door."

"What did they name him?" Liam asked.

"August, since he was born in January. Being that he was a surprise, they went with another A name to have an, aaahhh, moment at the end of P.A.."

Liam shook with his laughter over her parents. "They sound delightful."

"They sound that way," she teased, "but when you live with them..." Her smile softened. "They really are great parents and my brothers aren't too bad either."

"I have an older brother." He told her. "Leo and I were never as close as I wished we could have been. He spends so much time traveling and exploring the world that I don't have the heart to pressure him into coming home more often." A sadness came over him. "I've never seen him so happy as when he sends me pictures from his latest adventure."

"He's a wandering soul." She added.

"Precisely." Liam refocused on her. "And a wanderer withers and dies if tied down."

"What about your parents?" She asked.

"My mother died when I was very young and my father passed away about five years ago." He explained. "I'm close to my stepmother, Regina. She and Leo are all I have left for family."

"I'm sorry." Autumn mumbled. "I didn't mean to dredge up painful--"

Her breath caught when he laid his hand over hers. She thought she could actually feel herself getting lost in his blue eyes...which was something she teased her friends over every time they mentioned something like that. Yet here she was, finding herself falling for a man who changed her tire in the rain.

He gently squeezed her fingers. "Nothing to apologize for. I miss them but I am done grieving."

As their waitress brought them a fresh pot of coffee, Liam realized how true that statement was. He was done grieving for all of his lost loved ones.

******************

"Now then." Liam looked up from his menu. "Do you work in Washington?"

"I do." She replied. "Not in a political aspect though."

"What do you do?" He asked.

"I'm an archivist at the National Air and Space Museum."

His expression brightened with interest. "I've always wanted to visit the Smithsonian. To work and preserve the very fabric of your nation's history must be fascinating."

"It is!" She leaned forward as she became more animated about her work.

Deciding to prolong this conversation, the two ordered a meal before indulging in pie.

Liam listened, asking questions that only made her more excited in sharing this piece of her life.

It was rare for Autumn to find anyone interested in what she did.

"Right now, my team is working on digitizing everything we have on rocket tests during the 1950's." She explained. "Reading through the vast paperwork, various film and photographs, all audio recordings; I get to sift through every bit of it for our records."

"I once assisted an archivist at the palace library." Liam told her. "I discovered long ago manuscripts and journals in a hidden nook." His smile softened at the memory. "It was all by accident. My best friend and I were playing in one of the ballrooms when the soccer ball we were kicking around struck a piece of the baseboards, causing a hidden door to open."

Autumn's eyes widened. "It's a wonder you didn't get in trouble with the palace curators. They do not appreciate anyone playing around the exhibits."

Liam chuckled. "I was lucky the curators were fond of me."

"You knew them?" She asked. "Were they family members?"

"They aren't family, but I did know them." He replied, being deliberately mysterious about who he was.

He hadn't had a normal conversation in years. When she didn't recognize him, he felt a lightness he had felt on that long ago night in New York. He had forgotten how it was, how it made him feel. So often, people said the things they thought he wanted to hear. He missed the back and forth of sharing personal tidbits.

Autumn grimaced when she realized she had basically dominated the conversation for nearly an hour.

"Enough about my work," she smiled at him, "what do you do? Did you come here for business or to finally see the Smithsonian?"

He chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee. "As much as I would prefer spending my days wandering through museums, I am here to meet with government officials."

Her nose wrinkled. "I’m sorry. I do not envy you for that." Her eyebrow lifted. "What's the government like in Cordonia? Do you have a prime minister or something similar to our president?"

"We are a constitutional monarchy with the king as the Head of State." He explained.

"I see. Then you work in some capacity for him?" She continued. "You must to be here for meetings."

Liam lowered his eyes. "I suppose you could say that."

"So what's your job title?" She persisted. "Are you a member of the house of lords or whatever you have? Aide to the king?"

"I have a higher position than anything like that." He hedged. "Which is why I'm the only one to attend these meeting the next couple of weeks."

Her brow furrowed. "The king doesn't handle stuff like that?"

"He does which is why I'm here." He focused on her eyes. "The king is the only one to handle the approval for trade agreements and maintaining friendly relations with other countries."

"Then why isn’t he..." She burst into laughter. "You really had me going there for a moment." She shook her head at him. "Nice try, but no king travels alone on highways in a Nissan Altima."

"I do when I want to appear a regular man." He explained.

"Because isn't that royalty is all about?" She giggled some more. "Living life as a middle class man."

"I'm sincere." He argued. "I really am the King of Cordonia."

Her laughter died. "And just when I thought you weren't mentally unhinged." She sighed while picking at her piece of blueberry pie. "I knew you were too good to be true. No man can be both selfless and handsome without a few screws loose."

Liam's elation she found him attractive caught him by surprise. It wasn't that other women had not said similar to him at various functions. It was that he actually felt attracted to her too.

"I can prove I'm the king."

"How long have you believed you were king?" She asked. "Any chance you've thought you were someone else at one time? Napoleon Bonaparte? King Tut?"

He snorted on his laughter. "I've been king for over six years now. The rest of my life was spent as a prince."

"Uh huh." She poured them each another cup of coffee. "Guess that explains why you weren't banned from the palace for playing soccer."

"It is my home." He pointed out.

"Sure it is." She patted his hand. "And I'm sure you're the best king out there who knows how to change a tire."

"I only know because my best friend taught me." Liam explained. "He was one of the few people in my life who did not allow me to become a spoiled prince."

"Right." She smiled at him. "It's been great and all." She reached into her purse for her wallet. "And I do thank you so much for your help with the flat tire, but I should go."

"You don't believe me?" He asked.

"I believe you believe it." She said cautiously.

Liam quickly pulled his phone out and handed it to her. "Look up Cordonia."

"Just because you think you're a king doesn't mean you can order me around." Her eyes narrowed in warning. "Besides, I wouldn't use your phone. You'd probably have me looking at some doctored photos of yourself."

"Forgive me I didn’t mean to make it sound like a command." Liam ran a hand through his hair. "I've never met anyone who didn't believe I am who I say."

"First time for e everything, huh?" She hesitated when she saw his disappointment. "Fine." She searched for her phone. "I'll play along if you find our waitress. I'm going to need more pie as I research you."

He grinned while doing as she asked.

Autumn wandered of it was because it was the middle of the night that made her sit here with some guy claiming to be--

"No!" Her eyes darted from the images of King Liam of Cordonia to the Liam sitting at her table. "You're really a king?!"

"Would you care for another slice of blueberry or a different type of pie?" He asked with a bright smile.

"Blueberry." Her jaw was still dropped.

"Another slice of blueberry please for the lady and I'll have a slice of apple."

"Why on earth are you traveling lone highways in Maryland?" She asked when their waitress left.

"I flew in to New York for a few meetings with U.N. representatives. Our representative is new to her job and I wanted to encourage her." He explained. "Then I suppose I caught a bit of wanderlust from my brother and wanted to drive down to D.C." He took a bite of his new slice of pie. "It's rare I am able to convince my security team to let me out of their sight, but there are times when I like to be alone with my thoughts."

"I guess you have a lot of people demanding your time." She conceded.

"I do, which is why I make time for the people and activities that are important to me." He looked up at her. "Experience has taught me how fleeting time can be and we should make the most of every moment we are given."

"I like that." She cut into her slice with her fork while scrolling through images of Cordonia. "A lot of people get so easily wrapped up in their work and don't realize that they are missing out on so much more."

"Are you one of those people?"

Autumn paused chewing to consider his question. "Sometimes. I can get so wrapped up in a project and shut out the world going on around me." She shrugged. "Then something happens to shake me back to reality."

Liam grinned when it hit him that his being confirmed king had not changed the way she spoke to him.

As if reading his thoughts, her fork clattered on her plate. "I can't believe you really are a king." Her head tilted as she studied him. "You really don't act like how I imagine one would."

Liam folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. His bright blue eyes held her gray ones. "How should I act?"

She snorted. "For one thing you wouldn't have stood out in the pouring rain to change a tire."

"Aren't fairy tales filled with princes rescuing damsel in distress?" He countered.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "It isn't like you slayed a dragon."

"According to your imagination, what should I have done in that situation?" He countered, delighted with her not putting him on a pedestal.

"First off, if you were on a," she made quotation marks with her fingers, "road trip, you'd probably be in a limo since your private jet is tucked away in a hangar somewhere."

"But then I would have a driver and thus not able to be alone." He reminded her.

"True." She propped her chin on her hand and smiled. "We'll forget the car then since you are chivalrous and in need of a break." She gestured with her free hand around the diner. "A king wouldn't come her, happily order food, nor be willing to sit here for hours listening to some girl talk about museums."

"Why not?" Liam asked. "He could have been hungry since he had been lost for a while."

"I guess that's a reasonable possibility." Autumn muttered.

"And if he wanted to know more about the damsel he rescued, then shouldn't he be at least willing to remain here with her?"

"Maybe." She forced herself to look away from him. "Then again, maybe this is a night for things out to the ordinary to happen." She asked their waitress for their check.

Autumn shushed his arguments, insisting on paying for his meal.

At that moment, Bastien and some guards walked in.

Liam's eyes widened. "Bastien? How did you find me?"

"We have a tracker on your phone, your majesty." He explained. "We really need to get you to Washington. You have an early morning of..."

Liam tuned him out and focused once more on the lady he had met tonight.

"It's my fault." Autumn spoke up. "I wanted to thank Liam with some pie for his help earlier."

She stood up and held her hand out. “Thank you again for helping me.”

Liam pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Autumn."

"I..." She could feel her entire body blush with that simple touch. "I'm happy to have met you too, Liam." She grimaced. "I mean, your majesty. Should I curtsy?"

He chuckled. "Just Liam with no curtsey is fine."

"Liam no curtsey." She winked at him. "Nice name for a king." Nodding farewell toward his guards, she slipped out of the restaurant.

Liam watched her drive off from one of the windows.

He wondered if he had just met the one.