#drabble request

[ghostchems]

giving terzo a “hand” 👀

a/n: so this ended up being 1k words haha def had a fun time writing this one!. mndi! 18! it's a good ol' fashioned handjob, fellas.

The meeting has gone over and you’re desperately itching to do something other than review the budget for the upcoming tour leg. There’s a tasty swiss roll, a reward, sitting in your fridge waiting for you to gobble it up. Your knee starts to bounce beneath the table and you’re doodling in your notes, your attention far away from the conversation at hand. Something pokes into your leg, a feather light nip, so you don’t think anything of it. Maybe you bumped something. But it persists, digging further into your tights. Your gaze snaps to the man next to you — the only clergy member you know has pointy gloves. Terzo is grinning from ear to ear, his other hand propping his head up beneath his chin and his eyes half-lidded, sleepy. You shoot him daggers, a warning shot.

He completely ignores it, widening his eyes suggestively as he drags the tip of his golden nail up your stockings, the fabric tearing in a neat line up to the hem of your habit. What a brat. You squint at him, your lips pressed into a thin line to try and hide your frustration. Cooler heads always prevail, which may just be Terzo’s motto. The tips of his nails linger on your soft skin and he tilts his head ever so slightly on his hand, challenging you. What could you do? You can’t interrupt the meeting to tell everyone what he’s done. You don’t tattle, plus that would be too easy a way out of the situation he’s put you in. The chair creaks as you sit back, plotting your next move. It would have to be something just as discrete, wouldn’t it?

You rest your hand in his lap beneath the table and shy your gaze away from him. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, dropping his hand from his head and moving to grip the table. You feel him stir beneath his chasuble and you’re surprised that he hasn’t grabbed you by the wrist and put a stop to this… so you keep going, your fingers brushing along his growing length. Terzo sucks in a breath and delicately falls back in his chair, spreading his legs further. You chew on your lip, eyes feigning interest in the continued conversation on the pros of increasing the snack budget. He’s fully hard now and you give him a squeeze, causing his nails to scrape along the tabletop. You still can’t look at him, afraid that his knowing gaze will cause your undoing, your grip tightening on his cock as you give him long, languid strokes.

“ENOUGH of this!” Terzo’s voice suddenly explodes from beside you, his fist landing hard against the table. You jump in your seat and your immediate reaction is to wrench your hand away from him but his free hand quickly has you by the wrist, forcing you to stay put against his strained cock. A hush falls over the room, thick tension in the air. “You are supposed to have made the decisions prior to the meeting and now you are wasting everyone’s time, yes?” The thrill you feel as all of these attendees sit in fear of the man you’re pleasuring beneath the table is indescribable. “Va a fartate fottere!” With an angry wave of his hand, everyone stands to exit, including yourself but he immediately coaxes you back into your seat and you can tell he’s pleased with how you’ve played your part.

Soon, the two of you are alone and he claws at you, desperately needing you closer. You squeeze his length again and he hisses, baring sharp teeth as his hips buck against your hand. Terzo has you nearly on the arm of his chair, having one of his arms slipped around your waist while his other hand starts to work up his chasuble.

“No. No.” You press your hand down firmly in his lap and he groans, letting it fall and slinking back next to you.

“Bossy today, eh?” Terzo purrs and tilts his head up to look at you, his lips wet and parted with soft sounds spilling from them. You peer down at him and you can’t help but blush at the look on his face and the dark fire that burns in his eyes. Warmth blossoms in your core and you cup him through his chasuble, drawing a deep groan from him. He drags his fingers through his hair, back arching and hips rolling into your touch.

“You love it.” You whisper as you lean down to brush your lips along the bridge of his nose. “Besides, I’m allowed to be bossy after you ruined my tights.” Your mouth hovers above his. Terzo whines, desperate for your lips to connect but you keep yours just far enough away, out of his reach. You adjust your grip on him, his cock fully tented in his chasuble. Your strokes become stronger, confident, the fabric around him providing more friction with each fluid movement. His legs tense and feverish groans pour from his throat, intoxicated by your touch and craving more and more of you. Your touch is firm, greedy even, wanting nothing more than to take him all the way to the precipice as you rub your own thighs together, wetness growing between your legs.

Terzo’s hand snatches the collar of your habit, yanking you down so that he can finally capture your lips. You swallow his urgent moans, his tongue hot in your mouth as you settle your body against his, practically in his lap now straddling his waist and adding another hand to worship his throbbing cock. His body jerks beneath you, giving a rumbling groan against your lips, his nails digging into the fabric of your habit and poking through to scrape at the skin along your chest. Your own hips grind into him once, moving in time with one final stroke as he gives a blistering growl, spilling his seed into his chasuble. Sitting front row for his undoing is enchanting, seeing Papa come apart all from you touching him through his robes is exhilarating. Terzo slumps against you, his head falling into the crook of your neck, feeling the warmth of his gasps.

“I, ah, must repay you with more than just new tights.” He murmurs hotly, followed by a dark chuckle.

You certainly have something in mind.

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[krirebr]

@stargazingfangirl18 I had to access it through my email! Seriously, @staff, you gotta let her out of jail! This is getting ridiculous.

Anyway! You will be entirely unsurprised by which one immediately sparked something, Siri. 😆 But I'll definitely be keeping the other one in my back pocket, just in case. In the meantime, I hope you like this. Thanks so much for the prompt!

Pairing: Soft!dark Curtis x f!reader

Warnings: implied kidnapping, captivity

You'd been sobbing since you woke up. Since you realized this wasn't your room. Wasn't your apartment. Since you'd felt the cuff on your ankle. You weren't sure how long you'd been awake. There wasn't a clock or a window. Nothing to give you any hints about the passage of time, or even the time of day.

The bed was comfortable and the rest of the room was well-appointed but that didn't give you any comfort. You had no idea where you were or how you'd gotten here. So you just let yourself cry.

The door on the far end of the room suddenly opened. On instinct, you cowered against the headboard of the bed. That instinct felt justified when one of the largest men you'd ever seen walked in. He sported a buzzcut and a close-cropped beard. He wore a cozy-looking knit sweater and jeans. He seemed possibly familiar, but you couldn't place him. He smiled gently at you. Then he noticed your tears and his face fell.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, as he sat down on the bed and gingerly pulled you closer. When he saw that you were too scared to resist him, he put you in his lap, his back against the headboard and your head on his chest. "It's alright. You're okay. You're safe. You're okay." One hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, while the other gently carded through your hair. "Shh, it's okay, you're just fine." He kept it up as you cried yourself out.

When you were finally out of tears, you gazed up at him and chanced the question, "Who are you?"

"I'm Curtis, honey. You know me."

You looked at him carefully before it finally hit you. "The diner," you said, "you always sit in the back booth. With your beanie." He didn't say anything, just smiled at you fondly. His hand was still making circles on your back. "What-" you started, scared to actually ask the question. "Why am I here? Why can't I go?"

"Because I saw, sweetheart," he said, "how you haven't been taking care of yourself. Your sad eyes. I saw how much you need me. It's okay now, I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be ok."

You were ashamed as the tears began to fall again, but you didn't know what else to do. "Please," you said, as he put your head back on his chest, starting to coo nonsense again, "please let me go. Please don't hurt me."

"Oh honey, I'll never hurt you," he said, ignoring your first request, "as long as you're a good girl for me. You can do that, right? Yeah, I know, you'll be such a good girl. My good girl."

[gimmethatagustd]

hi!! it was my birthday yesterday so i decided to come to one of my fav author and request smth :p i was thinking a sub! jk smut where he’s not feeling well and sucks on reader’s tits for comfort ? 👀 idk if u’re comfortable with kinks, but a mommy kink would go sooo well w this 😭 thank you in advance!

antidote | jjk

You know exactly how to make your boyfriend feel better when he's feeling down, but he has his own plans.

» pairing: sub!jungkook x soft dom(f)!reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | established relationship | pwp | fluffy smut

» wc/date: 2.3k | January 2023

» warnings: mommy kink | praise kink | nipple play | tiddies in general | jk has a tongue piercing 🫣 | jk is the babiest of baby boys but he's also a lil bit of a brat | fingering | cockwarming | unprotected vaginal sex

» notes: i'm ngl i haven't ever written something like this before, so i hope i did it justice and that it was everything you wanted! happy belated birthday, friend 😌💜🎂 i'm honored to be one of your fav authors and write this for you!! it made me really happy to see this request

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» what was jai listening to? mmh - kai

“What’s wrong, baby?” 

“Kinda sad,” Jungkook whispers. “Dunno why.” 

The two of you are cuddled in bed, Jungkook lying in between your legs to rest his head on your stomach. You’re not sure how long you’ve been there, all tangled limbs and gentle touches. 

It’s not unusual for your boyfriend to fall into moods like this. While he has always been a bit shy, sometimes feelings overwhelm him. You try to be attentive and you never force him to talk about his feelings unless he wants to. Sometimes it even makes him feel physically unwell, especially when he overworks himself. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You offer, just in case. 

Jungkook shakes his head. The two of you lie on the bed in silence for a few minutes, only the sound of your breathing heard in the room. Jungkook twists his fingers in the hem of your t-shirt, his knuckles occasionally brushing against your skin. 

“Need you close.” 

You almost don’t hear his whisper, but he’s so close and the rumble of his chest against your body signals that he’s talking. When you peer down, he’s avoiding your gaze. You know what he’s asking for without him having to say it; his unwillingness to remove his face from hiding behind his sleeved arm is telling. 

With a small laugh, you give in to his silent request. 

“Come here.” 

Jungkook lets out a small whimper of satisfaction as he scoots closer to you. One of his arms slips beneath you so he can press his hand against the small of your back. The placement forces you to arch your spine and you allow yourself to loosen up in his hold. It feels nice to be enveloped in the warmth of his embrace, lost in the heavy scent of his cologne that makes your nose tingle.  

The thin material of your t-shirt clings to your body, doing nothing to hide the way your nipples harden under Jungkook’s touch. Except, he hasn’t even touched you yet. Not there. 

He must not feel that bad because he’s wearing a cheeky little smirk as he brings his face to your chest. 

“It’s cold in here,” you snap with a playful roll of your eyes, already knowing what he’s thinking. “Don’t give me that look.” 

An unspoken threat you’re both all too familiar with lingers in the air.

Jungkook’s lips pucker into an innocent, albeit exaggerated, pout. From the moment you met him, you knew by his pouty lips that he’d cause you trouble. Those sparkling Bambi eyes are the final nail in the coffin.

But what’s worse than all of his innocence combined is the way Jungkook’s face easily morphs into a sly grin half obstructed by his teeth capturing his bottom lip into a bite as he practically moans, “Yes, mommy.”

You don’t want to admit that you don’t know what to say. Jungkook never teases you. He’s always so compliant and eager to the point of being whiny. You’re the one who finds pleasure in teasing him. 

Stunned into silence, you watch Jungkook lean into your chest. His eyes flutter close as he presses his cheek to your tits before slowly turning his face to run his nose along each mound. His bottom lip gets caught on the fabric of your t-shirt, pulling downward as he moves his face. It’s cute how it exposes his bunny teeth. 

You let out a shuddered breath when Jungkook reaches up with his tattooed hand to squeeze one of your tits— the one he isn’t currently smothering himself with. 

“So soft,” he mumbles, nuzzling your chest. “You’re so warm and safe.” 

Your body tenses when his nose brushes over one of your nipples and Jungkook tightens his grip around your waist. 

“Can I, mommy? Please?” 

Your breath gets caught in your throat when those big, sparkling, innocent eyes shine up at you. He always looks so precious begging, even when he’s being a little shit about it. 

“Mmm, of course. Want my baby boy to feel better.” 

Though, what really has you speechless is the way Jungkook can look at you with such innocence while his teeth graze your hardened nipple through your clothes. He maintains eye contact with you as he unwraps his arm from your waist. Using both hands, he slowly pulls your t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor. 

Jungkook looks tired; now that you’re up close, you can see the bags under his eyes. They make guilt wrack your heart. You haven’t paid enough attention to your baby, somehow letting him work himself ragged. 

There’s no time for feeling sorry, though. Jungkook immediately attaches himself to you. His tongue is hot and wet as he runs it across your nipple. He makes sure to flatten his tongue as he licks you. The technique means he’s able to flick the small, stainless steel ball of his tongue piercing against your nipple. You let out a breathy moan at the sensation. It’s a new one; Jungkook had only recently gotten the piercing. Now that it’s completely healed he’s been having a fun time learning all the ways he can use it beyond just looking pretty. 

Tilting his head, he swirls his tongue around your nipple, puckering his lips to suck your tit into his mouth. He continues massaging the skin with his tongue, every suck of his lips making his lip piercing scrape against your sensitive skin. It doesn’t hurt, only serves as a reminder of how fucking hot your boyfriend is. 

“You’re so adorable, baby boy,” you say softly. When you run your fingers through his fluffy hair he hums against your skin. 

Encouraged, Jungkook snuggles closer to you, one hand gently holding your waist while the other massages the tit he isn’t suckling. You know he loves the praise without having to see how pink his cheeks are, but it’s still nice to see the effect you have on him. It isn’t the only way for you to receive validation, though. Jungkook shifts his body weight and you feel his hard cock press against the inside of your thigh. 

“Mommy.” Jungkook lifts his head to watch you with bright eyes. His lips are swollen and pink. When your eyes drop to admire them, he squirms in your embrace. “Let me be inside you, please?” 

“Will that make you feel better?” You question him with a raised eyebrow, not ready to give in. He squirms again. “Or are you just trying to trick me into fucking you?” 

“No!” Jungkook whines.

“Are you sure?” 

He nods his head hard enough to make his bangs fall into his eyes. You run your fingers through them, brushing them away from his face so you can see his eyes properly again. They’re bright and, paired with his furrowed eyebrows, make his desperation obvious. 

You fight the urge to rip his clothes off right there. Instead, you lean back against the pillows and give him a small smile. 

“Take my underwear off for me?” 

It’s posed as a question but you both know it’s not. Jungkook scrambles to pull the clothing down your legs. His eyes flit between your parted thighs and his own crotch as if he’s trying to decide what to focus on first. 

“Come on, baby boy. Mommy’s cold without you.” 

That gets him moving.  

Jungkook pulls off his sweatshirt and joggers, his briefs flying with them onto the floor. Sometimes you push him to spend more time begging, but today you just want to remove the frown from his beautiful face. 

You try to keep in the moan that builds up in your chest when Jungkook slips a finger inside your pussy. The surprised sound he makes when he finds you already soaking wet is too delicious to not react to, but you keep it together. Even after he slides two more fingers inside of you. Luckily, he keeps a hand on your waist, pressing you into the bed to prevent you from moving if you try to buck your hips. You don’t, though. You know all he’s doing is making sure you’re relaxed enough for his cock. Still, he’s suspiciously maintaining a steady rhythm against your front wall. You’re not complaining, but you know if he keeps it up, you’re going to cum and this is supposed to be about him. 

“Jungkook,” you scold. His eyes widen from getting caught. 

“Sorry, mommy. You’re just so wet…” There’s that cheeky smile again, so sly and deceiving. 

“Don’t make me change my mind, baby.” 

He nods quickly, but you’re not convinced he’s going to behave when he leans forward to roll his hips into yours. Again, you know he’s just prepping by smearing your arousal onto his cock with every movement, but he’s pushing it. A raise of your eyebrows makes him reach between your bodies to finally line his cock with your entrance. It’s cute how his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he slowly bottoms out.

A soft moan slips out of you despite your efforts to stay quiet, but Jungkook only smirks. 

“Feels good,” he says softly as he settles back on top of you. His face finds your chest again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his arms wrap around your waist. 

“Good,” you say with a sigh. You return to playing with his hair. “You’re doing so good for mommy, hmm?” 

As much as having Jungkook inside of you while you cuddle is meant to make him feel comfortable and safe, you can’t deny that it’s good for you, too. You like feeling full of him, as close as you possibly can be to him. Coupled with the weight of his body against yours, there’s not much you love more than this. 

The silence between the two of you is comforting, though you occasionally break it to give Jungkook more praise. He hums with satisfaction, and it’s nice to be gentle and vulnerable. 

After a while, Jungkook shifts to adjust the way he’s holding you. The movement forces his hips to press into yours, driving his cock a bit deeper inside of you. The suddenness makes you gasp. 

“Sorry,” he whispers against your throat where his face has migrated. “Arms were falling asleep.” 

You open your mouth to accept his apology, but a moan tumbles out instead of words. Instinctually, you dig your fingers into Jungkook’s scalp to hold onto his hair. 

“Jungkook,” you scold with another gasp. 

He ignores you and continues subtly thrusting into you. It’s slow and deep, his hips barely lifting from yours to dive back into your pussy. He reaches deep inside you, grinding into you with the small circling of his hips. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he pants, lips wet against your throat, but he doesn’t stop moving. 

The slowness of his movements is driving you mad. Your clit has already been throbbing and hot pressed against Jungkook’s pelvic bone while you lay in silence. It doesn’t help that his hands start roaming your sides, squeezing your waist to hold you in place. 

“Mommy, just, please, please let me fuck you.” 

His panting is getting whinier and more high-pitched. Every slow thrust is companied by the neediest chanting of “ahh, ah, ahh” in time with the movement of his hips. 

“Fuck, Jungkook.” You throw your head back when his hips start slapping into you harder. He pulls back, pounding into you with more fervor. 

“I need you,” he practically sobs. His lips scatter kisses down your chest, eventually finding your nipples to suck again. 

By this point he’s fucking into you with full force, one hand squeezing your thigh to hold your leg against his hip. His blunt nails dig into your skin, but you don’t care. You're a moaning mess beneath him. Your plan of having a peaceful moment of intimacy with your boyfriend is shattered. 

“Harder,” you moan, tugging his hair. 

You rip him from your tits to bring his face to yours, crashing your lips into his. It’s nowhere near a proper kiss. The two of you are moaning too much. You keep your mouths hanging open to at least brush against each other, occasionally licking into each other. Jungkook does his best to keep you from inching upwards, but with how hard he’s fucking into you it’s inevitable. 

“Wanna, wanna,” Jungkook digs his teeth into your shoulder. “Wanna make you feel good.” 

You’re already close, so hearing Jungkook’s sweet, whiny promises is all it takes to have you clenching around his cock. You arch into his chest as you cum, doing your best to encourage him to let go, too, in between moans of his name. 

Like the good boy that he is, Jungkook holds out until you’re laid back and boneless in his arms before he cums with the cutest sob of a moan into the crook of your neck. He collapses onto you, arms once again wrapping around your waist to hold you tighter against him. Little hums against your skin tell you that he’s satisfied, but you still ask. 

“Are you feeling okay, baby boy?” His bangs are sweaty, but you don’t stop running your fingers through them. He leans into the touch, so you keep it up. 

“Mhmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss against your neck and raising goosebumps over your already hot skin. “Thank you, mommy.” 

He promises to clean you up after he’s done getting his fill of cuddling. His cock softens inside of you; you’re happy he doesn’t pull out. You both crave closeness, and you’ve got all the time in the world to bask in it.

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[astudyincontrasts]

Incubus!Victor x Fem!Reader NSFW

@uwuboowoo wished for Incubus!Viktor drabble and how was my monster loving ass to say no? Featuring a surprise treat artwork collab by my beloved queen of Viktor art @arcanescribbles 🖤 Full glorious art work here!

Thematic horror, slight initial dub con, over stim, breeding kink, mindbreak themes, monster fuckin.

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There was a creepy scent to old houses that you hated.  Like the ages of dust and previous lives had built up in the walls and floorboards like layers of varnish, a must of creeping damp and mice living in the plasterwork, of old burnt dinners and long since extinguished candle wicks.  A scent no amount of perfumes or cleaning agents or open windows could ever truly dissipate.

And this house was old, according the the landlord it also hadn’t been occupied in years.  Said he couldn’t keep a tenant in it.  They all kept breaking their leases, some without a word, just up and vanishing and he wouldn’t realize they were gone until the rent checks stopped arriving.  Some had left lots of stuff behind.  He showed it to you, piled haphazardly in the dank basement, told you to go ahead and ransack it for whatever you might want, he didn’t care.   Just happy to have the place inhabited again and bringing in cash.

It certainly wasn’t your first choice of living arrangements.  Nor your second, third or fourth.  But you were desperate for a place of your own, something you could afford without the necessary annoyance of roommates to help pay the rent.  This place came cheap as dirt and it was big.  Spacious enough for a family and instead all yours.  Besides, it had beautiful bones.  Victorian embellishments setting it apart from all the art nouveau of the latest architecture.  And you could imagine it with a bit of elbow grease; cleaned up and undingied.  Lace curtains at the open windows in summer and a crackling fire in the maw of the living room fireplace in the depths of winter.

The keys were heavy, intricate iron things in your hands.  Skeleton keys, the landlord explained.  Said he’d long ago lost the proper pair to just the front door - if he ever had them.  Couldn’t recall anymore.

You’d known of the house since you were a kid.  It was that house.  The one every town seemed to have, looming dark and just eerie enough to have garnered its share of local legend in the form of absurd urban fairytales.  

The one that stuck out the most was that the place had been owned once by a young man, a scientist of some renown.  Not happy just to dabble in the sciences he’d turned to the arcane, to dangerous dark magics beyond the scope of human comprehension.  It had killed him in that house.  Obliterated by one of his own experiments.  And ever since then the place had been haunted, had become some kind of portal for the dark things he’d been trying to unlock.  It was why no one would stay there for very long and eventually why no one stayed there at all.

Until you.

It felt a little bold, a little exciting and headstrong to be the one taking up residence in the ‘haunted’ house.  Weren’t you edgy and brave?  That’s what you kept telling yourself as you set up house, brushed away the cobwebs and layers of thick dust.  Swept up the floors and unpacked.  Kept repeating it to yourself as night began to gather and the already dark corners deepened, the floorboards sighing softly underfoot and pipes rattling like bars of a cage when you ran all the taps at once to clean out the stagnant water before your well-earned evening ablutions.

But that musty old scent still clung to everything.  Pervasive but not terribly unpleasant if you were honest; like an old bookshop full of mouldering texts and ancient leather-bound tomes.  

The old clawfoot tub was enormous.  Let you sink right up to your nose in frothy bubbles and hot, steaming water.  So what if those demonic looking claw feet were oddly off-putting?  Just a little more upsetting in some way that you couldn’t put your finger on than a normal porcelain tub foot.  Black and iron and just something about them...  Never mind.  The bath felt lovely after all that dusty, dirty work.  Knotted muscles unwinding until you felt like warm jelly by the time you climbed out and toweled off.  Treated yourself to the luxury of a short, black slip nightdress; felt indulgent indeed to have nothing between skin and soft silk.

The bed was old and came with the house, but the mattress new, the single splurge you’d allowed yourself thus far.  Large and soft and fit for a queen.  You fell into it blissfully and after a moment’s internal debate blew out the votive candle you’d left on the nightstand.  No electric set up in here yet.  You were too old for a nightlight and it wouldn’t do to burn your new home to the ground in your sleep. 

Regretted it as soon as the light was extinguished, however.  

The dark came rushing in like a tidal wave, oppressive and heavy.  Pitch black until eyes adjusted and the sheer of old moth-eaten drapes allowed the night outside to illuminate the black with deep hues of dusky blue, moonlight silver where it managed to eek through and skim a surface here or there.  You lay there in the silence until it felt deafening.  Struggling for sleep in spite of your fatigue and the recent relaxation of the bath, fighting the urge to get up and light not only that candle by the bed but all the others you’d scattered around the room in little clusters atop dresser and bureau and desk. 

The house sighed.  Creaked.  Settled.  Swore you could hear soft footsteps if you just listened hard enough. Bare feet slowly walking the halls. Good way to drive yourself crazy in an old home, listening so hard to the silence you started hearing things that weren’t there.  

And then there was a sigh much closer.

You stiffened under the sheets, eyes widening slowly in the gloom.  It sounded like it had come from directly under the bed.  No.  Not possible.  And then there it was again, only... only this time it was a soft hissing.  Like escaping breath or slow steam leaking from a pipe.  Tink tink tink tink.  Attention riveted upon the foot of the bed and the old iron scrollwork of the bedframe.

And the dark, long fingers curling one by one over the intricate metalwork, black clawed nails tapping in soft succession as they came creeping, climbing.  

Voice failed you, scream lodged silently in a thick lump in your throat as you watched a shadow rise, pool, puddle and spread up over the edge of the foot of the bed to spill slow and black across the sheets.  Limbs failed you, frozen rictus unable to grant your fervent desire for them to propel you up and out of bed and out the house and down the street.

Out of that spilling, smoke like spread of shadow two brilliant eyes opened like golden sparks, spitfire and luminous, like some sickly beautiful tapetum lucidum of a large predator, only this wasn’t just a reflective shine, oh no.  These were lit from within, gleaming gold with pupils blown.  

Your entire body jerked as all the candles in the room lit themselves at once in a quiet roar of flame.  And there, climbing slowly up into your bed was the spilling sprawl of a long limbed creature shaped like a man... a young man.  Face sharp angled and the sneered smile of his mouth a shape of terrible beauty.  Skin the color of grey bruised blue that deepened and flushed to near plum in places.  Long limbed and stark naked, save for the swirling cling of dark shadow that billowed away like campfire smoke only to gather again, washing back off and over him in loose licking wisps.  

Up he climbed, clawed hands fisting in the bedsheets, slowly drawing them down off you, and to your horror... not just two hands, but three.  Two perfect leanly corded arms and then a horrific third that seemed to climb from his back, twisted and gnarled and black and eager as it grasped at your ankle, texture like a tree branch but terrifyingly warm.  Any urge to kick it off you was squashed by those other two impossibly long fingered hands as they closed upon your knees, pushed them spread to accommodate his slow upward climb and let that grip slide inexorably slow up your thighs.

The entire nightmare came spilling to a halt just there, hovered between the splay of legs he’d made, the terrifying beauty of that face lowering ever so slightly as luminous eyes narrowed with a deep, slow inhalation.

“Aaaahhh.”  His voice came in hissing layers, soft echoes forwards and back in a susurrus that somehow managed to align in the center before parting again, a maddening soft play that sunk loving fangs in the tender wet give of your brain, sweet venom spreading like heat, eclipsing panic with something that made your eyes want to roll back in your head, made the small of your back burn to arch and nipples stiffen against the thin black silk of your nightdress.

“I’m so hungry....”  The shape of that exquisitely beguiling horror of a mouth spread, smiled, teeth white and sharp in the display of that half-tilt smirking pleasure.  So hungry so hungry so hungry... it reverberated in your skull in that hissed sibilance. Something snapped internally.

“Please don’t eat me.”  Voice squeaked out of you, soft and cracked and higher pitched than you’d ever heard yourself.

“Eat you?”  It’s - his - head canted, lovely mess of dark hair shifting, spilling across his forehead.  “Yesss.... I could eat you.”

Face fell, buried itself in the silk covering the apex of your thighs and again came that deep inhalation, this one followed by a nearly purring groan of bliss before those brilliant eyes lifted to gaze up at you from under the thick of dark brows. Every fibre of you tensed at the light pressure of that face shoved against that most intimate hollow.

“So fresh...  Its been so long since I’ve been fed.  And you.  Succulent.  But not quite ready yet...  not ripe.  Sooooooon though.  Very soon.  Eat you first, yes.”

Thighs were trembling under his grasp as you watched the black of his tongue lick out and wet his lower lip.  

“Please.  Please no.”  It was barely a gasp of a breath, fists tight in the sheet under you, still unable to force limbs to any kind of motion, the whole of you a shivering wreck.  Why did you have to pretend to be brave?  Why would you come live in the house everyone knew was cursed?  Stupid girl.  Stupid, dead little girl.

His face turned, eyed the expanse of one smooth thigh before him and he dipped his head, dragged the wet lick of his tongue over tender flesh before pausing to glance up at you again.  Dark brows lifted and that smile spread once more.

“No?”   No no no?  It bounced off the inside of your head like echoes in a cavern,  “But you are so sweet.  Juicy.  And no one’s ever complained while I ate them...”

That horrifying third arm released your ankle, desiccated dry touch slipping away tenderly to rise and catch the hem of your slip and drag it up over your navel, leaving entire lower half vulnerably bare to the famished golden glow of those eyes and that eagerly opening maw.  Sharp clawed fingers splayed over the soft of inner thighs, pressed the spread of them even further as you finally, finally began to squirm, to try to escape, scuttle backward against the pillows and out of the bed.

He caught you easily and hauled you back, lifted your backside up under the scooping span of impossibly long fingered hands.

“Please....Please!!!”  Voice was shrill, pleading, heart a terrified hammer you could feel straight through to your spine.  Convinced any second now that mouth would split that unsettlingly gorgeous face in twain and all those jagged teeth would sink into your most vulnerable flesh and begin to tear you into bite sized hunks of still living meat.

Instead came the slow, sinuous roiling lick of that black tongue.  Slicking wet and smooth as oiled silk through the tender folds of your pussy; a lingering, savoring slow drag from stem to stern, coiling a circle around your clit before withdrawing.  Leaving you breathless, unconsciously lifting toward its touch as it vanished.  

The creature rocked its head back, the gloriously knifepoint angles of that jaw upthrust as he moaned long and low at the taste of you.  Head lowering again slowly, the illumination of those hypnotic eyes doubled, fire stoked.

“Ahn, moje malá broskvička...”  One finger slowly stroked along the part of your pussy, so careful of that sharp nail, letting its point drag along ticklishly.  “Come to save me from starving.  Such sweetness.  Let me eat you up and keep you, lovely little peach.”

You were gulping, gasping.  Confused and more than anything, more than all the blinding fear and irrational panic, you were inexplicably aroused.  Skin singing soft heat, a luscious effervescent flutter winding lazily in the pit of your stomach, begging more of that tongue, of the touch of cool hands that left fire in their wake, mind numbing, mouth filling want like you’d never known.  

It made no sense.  You ought to have been repulsed, horrified.  Instead you were... craving?  Wriggling in his grasp instead of struggling.  It had that knowing smirk back on that exquisite mouth as he dipped back down, licking, laving, soft and languorous as the impossible length of his tongue slid through folds and caressed clit, over and over and over again in endless untiring patterns until you were keening.  Face turned to the side and arm thrown over your eyes, cunt on fire for him, the taut knots coiling and doubling in shuddering ache within begging to be released.

He blew softly on your clit and you convulsed, earning a soft peel of delighted laughter from him.  And then that mouth closed on the pulse running through that hypersensitive little bundle of nerves and sucked.  Sucked as the tip of his tongue curled over and around it and oh, you came undone.

Sharp nails dug gently into the grasp of your lifted buttocks as you bucked and thrashed and whined release so intense you felt it in your bones.  White hot ecstasy fizzing hot supernova collapse before it shattered outward, spangling searing little points of spitfire stars across the black of vision, a trillion little points of tingling light and sweet agony relief spattered like celestial freckles over skin and nerve and bone.  

Swore you heard him moaning softly along with you as you came, like he felt it.  Like it was his own release.  

You went limp, panting, shivers slowing gradually.  And thought perhaps he’d lower you back onto the bed.  He did not.  Instead he sat back on haunches and lifted you further, your knees and thighs draped over broad shoulders, his arms circling your waist to keep your lower half cradled up against him.  

In he delved again.  Mercifully avoiding the slow subsiding throb of your clit and instead licking at the still convulsing flutter of your entrance.  Tongue pushed, pressed, dipped within and a sharp gasp caught like a stone in your throat as it slid in.  And then more.  Further.  Thicker.  In and in and coiling, curling the entire time.  A constant mind-blanking delicious roll against climax-soaked walls.

On the bed your hands shifted, stretched, found his knees and grabbed a sharp grip, digging your own short, blunt nails in hard.  Nothing had ever felt this good, nothing in your whole life.  Swore you could feel that tongue from tips of toes to behind your navel as it slid roiling slow twists within, licking parts of you no one had ever tasted, as hot and slick and thick as a snake.  Had your head thrown back and mouth open like your heart would come tumbling out of it onto the bedsheets for him to scoop up and devour.

And once he found that perfect spot within?  Oh.  Hard thrusting slow press licks unrelenting, until your toes curled so hard you could feel your calves begin to sear with the promise of a crushing cramp of muscles, until you were thrashing again, only held together buy the embrace of his arms wound round your hips, one hand slid down to drag the gentle scrape of long nails over the tender round of a half uncovered breast as his tongue lapped a second, harder orgasm out of you.  

This one mind shattering.  Deep, wringing waves crashing through you, against you, over you.  Left you gulping, whimpering between airless gasps, every ounce of you gone perfectly rigid and quivering before you broke.  Eyes rolled back so hard you were certain you’d gone blind.  Sublime, succulent release as you unwound slow, waves eased to soft lapping, the sucking slide of the tide going back out as he let you slip down onto the bed.  Came to lay between your thighs, head pillowed upon one.  Kissing lightly at your swollen, aching clit.  Each little brush of his lips convulsing your stomach gently.

You lay sucking breath in little shivers, fingertips gone numb, mind a glorious blank struggling against the odds to try to understand what was happening, who and what he was.  

“Delicious one.”  He was murmuring, purring thick voiced praise as if he was as undone as yourself.  Delicate, almost loving little kisses to that overstimulated, overwrought bundle of nerves.  It hurt, it burned, wonderful agony you sighed little whimpers against.  “Do not run away, delicious one.  I will not hurt you.  I could eat you always...  stay.  Malá broskvička let me fill you up.  I’ve waited years for you.  Decades.  Starving.”

One little lap of the tip of his tongue and you moaned wantonly with a single full body convulsion that had him lift his head to gaze up the length of you with a wicked smile.  He shifted to press another kiss and you begged him to stop with a mumbled incoherence, tears gathering to streak from the outer edges of your eyes.  

“My pretty thing.  Don’t be afraid.”  That sibilant echoing accented voice.  Interspersed with a language both familiar and unknown.  Another kiss, this one softly sucking.  You arched, strained, small of your back fit to break as a third release rolled over you in almost painful little burst of bliss.  So much, too much.  He just wouldn’t stop and for some reason you could not find it in yourself to beg him to.  As if you’d let him keep this up until you were reduced to little more than a jibbering mess of eager wet jelly, a hollow shell of yourself.

Lungs sucked air and you forced the train of thought down the tracks, set shoulder to it and shoved while wheels slipped and slid and tried for traction.

“Come... here...”  Voice a husk, wrung out and hoarse, softly cracking at the end of each word.  He obeyed, left off his next planned torment, pad of a finger just hovering over your abused clitoris, and climbed.

Came to hover over you on all fours, and just out of focus you could see the thick, heavy hang of his hard cock between lean thighs.  Larger than any you’d had the like of in your admittedly limited experience.  Still, you struggled to tear eyes off it and up to those pretty amber orbs gazing down at you in subtle amusement.  

It took such effort to lift hands.  Once you got them off the bed though it was as if a sticky mire had released.  Free to flex and feel, sensation returning in tingling slowness.  You reached to trace the fine cut of his jaw slowly.  Watched those eyes slant near shut.  Let hands card through the sticky smoke strange spill of dark hair and down the elegant line of his neck.  Over shoulders and down arms, along chest.  Pausing at the strange cut of black scars in arcane shapes, shadows against the bruised grey blue of skin that felt simultaneously warm and chill to the touch.  Like it lived between worlds.

One hand rose to trace features as he held still for it, watching you curiously as you traced the purple shadows under bright eyes, the impossible sharp of cheekbones and then the strange sweet of his mouth.  Let you smudge his lips, opened to the pry of your fingers and sucked soft on fingertips that went seeking sharp canines on every ivory.

“What are you?” It came out more marveled than you meant it to and he preened visibly, settling down half over you, all three hands still busy, softly stroking lingering caresses that made you struggle to maintain coherence.  they tugged at the thin straps of the shift you wore, slid along arms and ribs and cupped at breasts, tweaked lightly at a nipple through slippery fabric.  Sometimes felt like there were more even than three as you fought to stay cogent.  

“Once as you are.  Now?”  

He sighed and lowered himself slowly.  Press of face to your throat, bite of sharp teeth along jaw and lick of a tongue against your lower lip.  Every inch of him a murder of gathered crows, soft wingbeats close in whispers against skin and black as pitch.  

“Now... hunger.  Want and craving.  From barely alive to starving.  Until you.  Please.  I want to eat.  Oh little peach, let me.  Are you better?  So warm and soft my pretty girl.  Could eat you forever.”

While you struggled against the urge to spread thighs again and plead he go right ahead, you dug nails into the strange elastic give of his skin.  Like digging into smoke and viscera.  

“Name...name yourself.”  You huffed out, straining toward his mouth.  He smiled sweet as any devil and licked over your lips in a wet line before sucking tenderly at your lower lip until the plush of it was swollen softly.  

“Viktor, once.  I remember Viktor.”

You latched to it, grazed nails down the lean of his throat over the sharp rise of his adams apple and down to collarbone, watched him slant eyes and stretch his throat for your attentions.  Lifted head off the pillows to lick at his collarbone and felt him cradle up the back of your head.  Claws carding through the skeins of your hair and along scalp.  

And then you wrapped arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

He tasted of incense and cedar.  Rosemary tang and the succulent bittersweet of late summer strawberry.  Like dragging your tongue along a high tensile power line.  Scent of him both petrichor and beeswax.  Heady, improbable things that had you reeling while he gathered you closer.  Bent to kiss you with an infinite softness that belied the taste of yourself on his mouth and the way he melted into you.  One hand found your cunt again and spread folds in a slippery caress, opened you vulnerable like soaked petals before he stroked at your clit again, picked up a little caress to the swollen, puffy throb of it that broke your hold on his mouth as you instantly lapsed into another little crumbling, shuddering orgasm, too abused and overwrought to have any resistance left.  

The blade of his nose pressed to your cheekbone as you came again for him, felt the coursing wet starting to drip between the cheeks of your ass and knew full well the bed beneath you was ruined.  So much for those new sheets and mattress.  

“You smell like summertime.  Taste of sunshine.  I’ve been in the dark so long.”  So long so long so long.  He was nuzzling at your throat, licking along your cheek where desperate tears had spilled with that last release.  One spidery hand splayed over the soft of your stomach.  “Sweet peach.  Let me fill you?”

And your shattered little reptile hindbrain simply nodded heady agreement as you slid hands down between you both and found his cock.  Heavy, hard.  Leaking nearly as badly as yourself.  It was him this time who caught breath and sighed as you stroked him, grasp trembling weakly as fingers slid along veined girth. 

He buried his face between breasts before nuzzling at the slippery black silk still mostly draped over them.  Licked at the fabric over the stiff upward press of a nipple, bit gently over it, the soft silk ticklish as it soaked through before he’d managed to drag it aside, moaning quietly to himself as he sucked slow, thrusting into your hand and drooling precum along one bared thigh.  

When he’d had enough, he released the soft torment of that now gently burning little stiff bud and lifted you, turned you on hands and knees as he took you slow in spite of his dripping ache and your eagerness.

That desiccated third hand found a hard grip on your hip as he fitted himself to you and eased in.  The hard ridge of the head of his cock a gripping spread that had you pushing back hard, eyelids flickering heavy as he sank in, mumbled half coherent praise of how well you took him.  So much.  He rocked against you, a gradual give and take until he was deep as either of you could go and you were worming against him, listening to his ragged breath as he bit at the nape of your neck, your ear, burned slow kisses across the curve of a cheek.

One hand came up to wrap spidery long fingers over the slope of your shoulder, the edge of a finger dragging against the catch of your lower lip as he began to move.  Press of his cheek to your temple as he kept your face turned toward him, wanting to watch you come undone with him buried inside you.  And if you thought what he could do with his tongue was unspeakably sublime...

For all his obvious need he was shockingly tender.  Hips a delicious rhythmic rocking that had you pitching gluttonous little moans each time he hit up against your backside, made you feel little more than a hollow vessel that’d just been waiting this whole lifetime for him to fill you.  

Drunk or drugged with him, and miles beyond caring.  Nothing had ever felt so good, the nirvanic bliss eating away at your insides, that throbbing ache rebuilding over and over again each time you thought there was no way he’d drag one more orgasm out of you.  You were on fire, itch more intense the more he scratched it for you, and your body ready to give out with all of it.  Thighs and the brace of arms you were holding yourself up with both shook weakly.  Sweat dribbling down between breasts and the pinch between shoulder blades.  You felt him lick a bead of it off your temple as he murmured soft nothings.

“Sweet peach, so warm.  Does that feel good?  You take me so deep, little one...  look at you shiver.  Such a good girl to come to me like this, to feed me so well.  On your knees for me, my delicious one, such noises you make.  Do you like how I make you feel?  Do you want me to be rougher?”

Sharp nails bit lightly into your all too human flesh and had you whining as he picked up his pace a bit, sweet friction doubling as your walls squeezed around him in fluttered, staccato grasps, stomach taut as a drum and breath coming in little gasping moans so embarrassingly wanton you wished to die.

Only the fact that he too was rapidly coming undone and making many unrestrained sounds of delight of his own that were starting to drown yours out saved you.  One hand slid under you, nails grazing at your belly, across your navel.

“Will you swell for me, malá broskvička ?  Let me make this sweet belly round and soft with little ones.  You are so perfect for it, almost ripe.  A few more days.  I can smell how badly you want to be bred, pretty one.  I will give you all you wish.  Say you’ll stay.  Please, stay.”

“Yh...yes.  Yes...”  Like you had the capacity to say anything else when it felt like you’d never have the willpower to climb back out of this bed again?  

When he came inside you it nearly sent you into a spiral, your arms giving way, cheek smashed to the bed, one of his hands braced on the back of your head as he snarled softly over you like a large cat over a kill, filling you indeed, until it dripped out and ran down your thighs, until your stomach felt deliciously, softly, slightly distended.  Whatever dark thing about him that had you so fuck-dumb absolutely tripled with his seed inside you, spinning hot little tendrils within that wrapped around the senses, made every little sensation feel ten times as strong.

He twitched within you obscenely as he came, and your walls milked at him in fits of slow squeezes as you rode out the slowest, longest release of your life, shuddering with strangled mewls as he doubled over you, scooped you up to cradle you back against him as he sat up, face shoved in the spill of your hair while he rasped out unintelligible worship with cool breath.

“Mine own.  Ahn, I cannot live if you leave me.  I will adore you, malá broskvička, make you my treasure.”

Treasure treasure treasure.  It echoed softly in your ears.  And then, just as suddenly as they had lit, all the candles extinguished in one guttered whoosh, room plunged back to darkness as you pitched forward against the pillows and soiled sheets, suddenly unsupported, the strong grasp of him vanished.  No longer filled with the delicious stretch of his cock or caged in by that long limbed body.  Just enough energy left to roll yourself over and watch wisps of shadowed smoke curl outward in the air and dissipate.

Consciousness found you the next morning groggy and exhausted, so tender that even the softest touch of your own fingers had you double up in hot agony.  Not a dream, nor nightmare.  You had little pink lines of scratch marks up one hip and over a shoulder and the sticky mess between your legs to prove it had all been terribly real.  Well, not terrible.  But certainly real.  Quite clear now what had happened to all those other tenants.

Packing up and running as far and fast as you could seemed like an incredibly wise move.  But you found, as you sat in yet another gently warm bath up to your chin, that you were not afraid.  That instead you were craving, disappointed ever so slightly that you’d been used and left a sticky ruin without so much as a little cuddle or a bit of care for your tender state.  Found yourself sliding a hand over the shape of your stomach throughout the day each time his words came hissing back to you softly.  The house felt somehow warmer, too.  More welcoming and less darkly menacing in its silent, looming way.

Besides, you could always change your mind.  Why not stay one more night?

Part 2

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I came solemnly to make my request: can we have a pjm fic where he just cheated on you and then you confront him and he realized he made the biggest mistake of his life 🙊

Wildest Dreams - JM

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Theme: Angst, breakup au

Song: Wildest Dreams

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Infidelity, cheating, break up.

A/N: anon didn't mention a song (probably because it's a random request) so I added the most suitable one. Also thank you so much for this request and I hope you like it.

“Baby.. I missed you.” Jimin preps your shoulder and neck with small kisses. His hands are wrapping up around your waist from behind. His lithe body presses onto your numb one. 

Surprisingly, you don’t feel anything. You are neither melting down for his touch, his kisses nor do you feel angry enough to push him on the hard cold floor to walk out of this apartment, you once called home, walk out of his life. You are, again, just numb. 

But what is ticking you off badly right now, are Jimin's words. He missed you? He missed you all along the time he was lying to you? While he told you he was on a business trip only for you to find out he was on a vacation with another woman? He missed you while he fucked her in a luxurious hotel bed? Funny! He is certainly mocking you. He is mocking your feelings, the time you had together and the engagement rings that sit on both of your ring fingers. 

“Are you sure that you missed me?” you hold on the balcony railing goes tighter. 

Jimin detaches his head from your neck and brings it sideways to partially face you. You can see him smirking from your peripheral vision. 

“Do you doubt me baby? Hmm?” he presses a kiss on your left cheek. 

“I kept on thinking of you… during all the meetings, all the team dinners, while having drinks. They had the lemon flavored gin that you love so much.” 

You chuckle dryly, “Really? Then did you think of me when you fucked that woman naming Sara on your hotel bed?” 

You finally face Jimin for the first time since he arrived. You see his eyes going wide, hands starting to tremble, face starting to fall, voice starting to lose. 

“What happened, Jimin? Did you miss me while fucking her or not?” you press on more. You didn’t know you could sound this sarcastic. 

“Y/N…” Jimin somehow manages to make his voice audible enough to your ears. And even that ticks you off badly now. 

“What? How do I know? That’s what you wanna ask? Then let me tell you, Park Jimin. I have known your whereabouts for an exact of three months and seven days now. All these times I have been silently praying for you to realize your mistake. For you to confess your sins to me. All these times I have been giving you one last chance. But guess what? I was a fool! I was a fool to believe you will regret your choice. I was a fool-” you choke on your saliva and then you realize you have been crying, tears are making a mess on your face, “I was a fool to believe you have ever loved me. I was a fool to believe that I have changed you.” 

Jimin feels as if his eyes are losing sight. An enormously giant cloud is hovering above his head and taking away all the sunshine he has ever had. Now all he sees is darkness. 

He gapes for words but what can he even say when he is the one at fault? 

He doesn’t know where everything went wrong. He doesn’t know how one drunken mistake turned into a repeated willing sin. But what he does know is that he loves you. And he is realizing that again right when he is about to lose you… forever. 

“You could have told me once. You could have told me that you don’t want me anymore, I would have walked away right then. Did you really have to break my trust and go behind my back, Jimin? Did you really have to do that?” You spat your words at his face, grabbing his shirt harshly. 

He desperately tries to hold your face and wipe your tears but you shove his hands away as if his touches burn. 

“Y/N.. I- I am sorry. I am a bad person. I should have never-” 

“Please keep your half-assed apology to yourself when you don’t even mean it.” you scoff at him, violently rubbing your tears away with the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“No. I mean it. I- please Y/N. I will make everything alright. Please-” Jimin’s face now matches yours, all teary and messy. 

“Make everything alright?” an unintended scoff leaves from your throat, “can you make things right for all the times you eyed every other woman while I was right beside you? Can you make things right for all nights I waited for you while you had extra workload? Will you be able to make things right for the times when you shamelessly flirted with my friends even?” your voice trembles, “can you make things right for all the times you have taken me for granted? Tell me Jimin.. Can you?” 

Jimin doesn’t say anything. He stares at you through his tear-blurred vision wishing for the ground to split into half and swallow him. 

“Not everything can be alright.” You say as you bring both of your hands together in order to pluck out your engagement ring from your ring finger. 

As soon as Jimin understands what you are going to do, he grabs both of your hands with his. His grip is so tight that it makes you hiss.

Within an instant, Jimin sinks down on his knees and breaks into a loud sob. 

Unfortunately (or fortunately), the scene doesn’t bother you a bit. 

“Please Y/N! No. I beg you, don’t do this! I will be better. I will be the best. I won’t give you any chance to complain anymore. Just don’t do this. We promised each other forever, didn’t we?” 

“I thought so.” you reply with a small voice as you look away from his trembling figure. “I thought we promised forever… even though I know…” you pause inhaling a lot of oxygen,

“Nothing lasts forever. But this…”  you point at the ring with your eyes, “This is gonna take me down.”   

“Y/N-”

“And I can’t let that happen, Jimin. Not anymore.” These are your last words before you pull the ring out of your finger despite his strong grip.

“It’s over.” and you turn to walk away. 

Jimin is swift as he stands on his feet, grabs you by your arm and pulls you into his embrace. 

“Please Y/N! I can’t live without you.” 

“Yes you can, Jimin. You have lived all these times without me, tangled in other women’s beds, night after night. Live just like this from now on as well. Just say you’ll remember me, standing here on this balcony, wearing that lilac dress you brought me for our engagement day. Say that you will remember us, promising each other forever while exchanging rings.” and you tiptoe, reach Jimin’s height, place your lips on his forehead. He holds you close for one last time, cries on your shoulder as you two approach an inevitable end of your relationship.   

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Writer's Block, REQUESTS OPEN

Here's a list of 162 writing prompts, angst and fluff but the drabble/one shot can be turned into smut (smut only for 18+). Send in 1 to 5 prompts and a little bit of what you want the original fiction story to be about. Without further ado here's the prompts.

Prompts under the cut! :)

Fluff

"Every moment with you is a page in my favorite love story."

"When I'm with you, I feel like I've found my missing puzzle piece."

"You're the reason my heart beats in rhythm."

"Every sunrise is a reminder of our new beginnings."

"You, me, and a cup of coffee – that's all I need."

"In a room full of people, my eyes always find you."

"With you, even the rain feels like sunshine."

"I love you more than words can express."

"You're the reason I believe in soulmates."

"Being with you is like finding a hidden treasure every day."

"You're the piece of the puzzle I didn't know was missing."

"My love for you is the only constant in a changing world."

"Our love is the greatest adventure of my life."

"Your love is my North Star in the darkest of nights."

"You're the spark in my dullest days."

"I won't back down, and neither will you, and that's oddly admirable."

"Our battles are a testament to our strength."

"In a way, you make me sharper, more alert."

"You're the thorn in my side that reminds me to stay vigilant."

"Our differences make us who we are."

"My love for you is as deep as the ocean."

"You're my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye."

"With you, I've found my missing piece."

"You're the moon to my starry nights."

"My love for you is as vast as the universe."

"You make my heart sing in the rain."

"I love that we can be silent together and still have the best time."

"You're the GPS of my life, always guiding me in the right direction."

"Our friendship is like a well-worn playlist, full of memories and good vibes."

"No matter where life takes us, I know you'll be there to share the journey."

"In the story of my life, you're my favorite chapter."

"You keep me grounded when life feels like a whirlwind."

"Our friendship is like coffee – essential and always there to perk me up."

"Let's celebrate each other's victories and lift each other up in defeats."

"You bring out the best in me, and I'm forever grateful."

"We're like a pair of socks – different but perfectly matched."

"Our friendship is a gallery of unforgettable moments."

"You're the antidote to my blues."

"We're not just friends; we're partners in awesome adventures."

"Our friendship is the best kind of treasure."

"Life is an incredible journey with you by my side."

"You make my world a better place, one smile at a time."

"We're not just friends; we're each other's cheerleaders."

"You're the remedy for my worst days and the confetti on my best ones."

"Life is better with friends like you."

"Let's keep making memories and raising a toast to the good times."

"You're my favorite adventure buddy."

"You're my favorite co-conspirator in life's adventures."

"I can't imagine growing old without your friendship."

"Let's keep inspiring each other to be the best versions of ourselves."

"In a world full of acquaintances, you're my true friend."

"Our friendship is like a well-worn book – comforting and always there when I need it."

"Thanks for being my go-to adventure planner."

"Let's promise to grow old but never grow apart."

"I love you more than I did yesterday but less than I will tomorrow."

"You bring out the best in me, always."

"With you, every day feels like a weekend."

"In this world full of acquaintances, you're my true friend."

"It's a strange kind of respect we have for each other."

"In some weird way, you're my favorite competition."

"You're not the worst enemy I've ever had."

"I suppose you have some redeeming qualities, deep, deep down."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you make a good point."

"You've got a weird way of showing it, but I think you actually care."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."

"We make an odd pair, don't we?"

"I hate to admit it, but you're growing on me."

"I might have underestimated you."

"You're not as insufferable as I first thought."

"Who would've thought we'd end up like this?"

"I guess we're stuck with each other, for now."

"You're different from what I expected, in a good way."

"I'd rather be stuck with you than anyone else."

"You make life interesting, I'll give you that."

"We're like two sides of the same coin, aren't we?"

"I've learned to appreciate your quirks."

"I think you secretly like having me around."

"I used to dread our encounters, but now I look forward to them."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I miss our arguments when you're not here."

"It's weird, but I feel safer when you're nearby."

"I thought we were polar opposites, but maybe we're not so different after all."

Angst

"Our love was a wildfire, and now it's just smoldering embers."

"I'm holding on to a love that's slipping through my fingers like sand."

"I thought I could save you, but I'm the one who needs saving."

"Our love was a novel, but now it's a tragic ending."

"We're caught in a never-ending storm, and there's no shelter in sight."

"I'm suffocating in the emptiness you left behind."

"I'm running out of reasons to stay, but I can't bear to leave."

"I wish I could forget the sound of your name."

"I don't recognize the person I've become when I'm with you."

"Every word you said was just another brick in this wall between us."

"Sometimes, I wonder if we ever truly understood each other."

"You were supposed to be my anchor, but now I'm adrift."

"Your silence is louder than any words you could say."

"We used to dream of the future together, and now we can't even talk about today."

"What happened to us? We used to be unstoppable."

"I thought our love was unbreakable, but here we are."

"You make it impossible to trust anyone again."

"You're the ghost that haunts my every thought."

"I don't know how to be 'me' without 'you.'"

"It's like you're a stranger in the place where my heart used to be."

"You're my greatest weakness and my biggest regret."

"Every day without you feels like a life sentence."

"Your happiness feels like a knife in my heart."

"Jealousy is a cruel emotion, but I can't help how I feel."

"I hate that I'm not the one who gets to make you laugh now."

"You're the one who held my heart, and now you're the one who shattered it."

"You promised forever, but all I got was an empty tomorrow."

"You're the missing piece that I'll never find again."

"I wish I could forget you, but you're etched into my soul."

"Every smile feels like a lie without you."

"I used to be the one who made you laugh, but now I'm just the one who cries."

"I don't recognize the person I've become with you."

"Your doubts have taken over everything we had."

"Your doubts have created a divide between us."

"I thought we were building a future, but we're stuck in the past."

"Our love has become a toxic addiction."

"You're pushing me away when I need you the most."

"I miss the warmth of your embrace."

"I miss the sound of your laughter in the morning."

"Your indifference hurts more than your absence."

"I can't compete with your memories."

"Sometimes, the past has a way of catching up with us, no matter how fast we run."

"Our love story turned into a tragedy, and I don't know how to rewrite it."

"In this chaos, we're the broken pieces trying to fit together."

"In the end, we're all just strangers."

"Our dreams turned into nightmares."

"Love's a cruel game, and I lost."

"You're like a storm I can't escape, and I'm getting tired of fighting it."

"I'm not afraid of losing you; I'm afraid of losing myself."

"This isn't love; it's a battle, and I'm wounded."

"This friendship used to mean the world to me."

"You're a master of deception, aren't you?"

"You were never worth the effort I put into this friendship."

"You're a monster in human form."

"You're the reason trust is so hard for me now."

"I've learned that the person I thought you were never existed."

"You're the embodiment of everything I despise."

"We may have a history, but it's nothing to be proud of."

"Your lies built a wall between us that can't be torn down."

"You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"I refuse to be a pawn in your twisted game."

"You're the reason I stopped believing in second chances."

"I thought we were done playing games."

"You can't outrun your past, and neither can I."

"I'd say 'may the best man win,' but we both know it won't be that simple."

"If only things had been different, we could have been lovers."

"The silence between us is louder than words."

"I'm drowning in this emptiness."

"Promises are just words until they're broken."

"We were stars, but now we're just fading light."

"We're two puzzle pieces that don't fit anymore."

"You're the ghost that haunts my heart."

"I can't bear the weight of your indifference."

"I don't want your pity; I want your love."

"You were the only light in my darkness."

"You were my safe haven in a world of chaos."

"I thought we were invincible."

"I'm a prisoner of my own broken heart."

"I can't find a way to mend what's broken."

"I wish I could go back and choose differently."

"We were a beautiful disaster waiting to happen."

[livelaughwhump]

what about elliot´s teammates having to restrain him for his own good, maybe he got flashbacks and got violent, like hitting his teammates and won´t calm down, i feel a lot of whump potential

i understand if its not your cup of tea in case you dont feel like writing it

Masterlist

Oooh, this is an excellent idea😈🥰 Thanks so much for the request!!

Content: flashback, knife violence, brief mention of blood, self-hatred, restraints, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know

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The team wasn't unfamiliar with Elliot's flashbacks. They were typically triggered by small things, like loud noises or dark rooms, and they all manifested the same way; with Elliot frozen in place, tears leaking out of the corners of his wide, unblinking eyes and unintelligible mumbling followed by intense trembling of his whole body.

The team had witnessed many of these, and they'd learned a few methods to help bring Elliot out of it. The first was that Elliot seemed to respond best to physical touch, usually in the form of someone gently holding his hands. The second was kind words spoken softly and calmly into his ear. Finally, the third was patience. It wasn't easy to bring Elliot out of a flashback, especially when it was triggered by something larger. So, in order to bring him out of it, it was important for whoever was with him to be patient and calm throughout.

But nothing, not even the gentle methods the team had learned, could have prepared them for just how bad his flashbacks could get.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. The day started the same as always; the team ate breakfast together in the living room, Elliot sitting on the couch with his single slice of plain toast and cup of peppermint tea. He ate quietly, while the rest of the team chatted happily, making jokes and laughing with each other. Normally, he'd only eat about half of it, but on this particular day, he ate nearly the whole thing and drained his entire cup of tea.

He handed Landon the small sliver of toast he hadn't eaten, just like he did every morning, and stood up to take his empty mug to the kitchen. Elliot liked the routine. It was familiar and easy. Not much was expected of him, but it was just enough that he still felt useful. He liked making his own breakfast and doing his own dishes. He liked not being expected to talk when he didn't want to. As hard as it was to admit to himself, he liked his life with the team. They were nice to him. He trusted them.

As he was washing his mug in the sink, he couldn't help but stare out the window. Spring was swiftly approaching and Elliot couldn't look away as the morning rays of sun spilled through the gaps in the tree branches. He longed to go out there, to feel the warm sun on his face and the gentle breeze whistling through his hair.

Elliot couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside. It felt like years ago. It wasn't like he wasnt allowed to go outside. Of course he was...right? He'd never explicitly asked, but surely his friends wouldn't deny him that right. It's just that it was too cold before, that's all. There couldn't possibly be another reason.

"Elliot?"

The sound of another voice in the quiet kitchen pulled Elliot out of the endless spiral that was his thoughts. He started and gasped, only then realizing that the sink in front of him was quickly overflowing.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Elliot exclaimed, quickly draining the water. His muscles tensed as he prepared to be hit.

"No need to be sorry, sweet," Broderick's voice said from behind him. Chills scurried up the back of Elliot's neck as he felt the looming presence of the medic but didn't turn to look at him. "It was an accident. Did you get distracted?"

Elliot suppressed a flinch. "Y-Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry. It-It won't happen a—" Elliot's mind went white as he felt Broderick's presence grow closer, the wood creaking beneath his feet. Elliot's whole body froze.

"El?" Broderick said. "You all right? You look a little pale."

Dull images flashed through Elliot's mind, none of which he could comprehend. They swirled together and dissolved like salt in the sea, invisible but impossible to deny the lingering taste. The sudden influx of repressed memories left a rotten taste in his mouth; memories of Christian softly approaching him from behind, touching him, dragging him to the bedroom, stripping him of his dignity. He couldn't take it. The panic set every nerve in his body on fire, and as Broderick's gentle hand fell upon Elliot's stiff shoulder, all hell broke loose.

Elliot swiftly turned and slapped Broderick's hand away. "Don't touch me!" He shouted, tears stinging his eyes.

Broderick backed up, eyes wide with confusion. "Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to startle you."

The next thing Elliot knew, there was a soapy knife in his hand. He didn't remember how it got there, but he shakily pointed it at Broderick regardless. "Get away from me!" He demanded, voice quivering almost as much as the knife in his fist.

Broderick was dumbstruck. "Elliot, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just trying to—"

"Shut up!" Elliot interrupted. "D-Don't come any c-closer! I'll k-kill you!"

Broderick took a small, risky step toward the panicked boy before him. His voice was gentle and soft as he said, "Elliot—"

Elliot didn't waste a second before he swung the knife, slicing a thin gash across Broderick's forearm. Broderick gasped and hissed and stumbled backward just in time for the rest of the team to spill into the room.

"What is going on?" Karine questioned. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. "Elliot?"

Tears were steadily trickling down Elliot's face. "L-Leave me alone! I w-won't let you t-take me! I won't!"

"Darling, no one is taking you anywhere," Yvonne tried to reassure him. "Please, put the knife down. It's just us."

"I don't think he's seeing us, Yve," Karine whispered. "Landon, I'm gonna need you to try and discreetly sneak up behind him and grab the knife. The three of us will distract him."

Lyra was frozen in place, unable to process what they were seeing.

As Landon soundlessly slipped away, Karine held out her hands placatingly. "Elliot, buddy? I'm gonna need you to put the knife down, okay? We're not gonna hurt you."

Elliot took a step back, arms shaking. "I w-won't let you t-take me!"

"We're not gonna touch you, I promise," Karine said. "We just wanna talk. Please put the knife down. You're gonna hurt yourself."

Elliot stood his ground, completely unaware of the giant man looming behind him. In one swift movement, Landon grabbed Elliot and plucked the knife out of his hands.

Elliot screamed in what could only be described as pure terror. He kicked and flailed, his fist nailing Landon right in the mouth before Landon caught both of his wrists and manhandled him. Elliot fought with every ounce of strength he could muster.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" Elliot cried.

Landon wrapped him in a tight hug and whispered soothingly into his ear, "It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, buddy. You're safe." Over and over again.

Elliot's struggling didn't cease, and eventually, Karine had to grab hold of his flailing legs as well to prevent him from injuring anyone else, most of all himself. "Set him on the ground!" Karine shouted over Elliot's screams.

Lyra watched, tears blurring their eyes as Elliot was restrained and wrestled to the floor, all while sobbing and screaming and begging. The sight made their insides churn and their throat tighten.

Elliot sobbed and squirmed, but his fighting did little to free him. "P-Please, l-let me go. Wh-Why are you d-doing this?"

"You've gotta come back to us, buddy," Karine said in the most gentle voice she could. "You're home, safe and sound. No one is going to hurt you anymore. Just take a deep breath." Karine glanced over her shoulder at Lyra, who was still as a statue. "Lye? Can you grab us a weighted blanket please? Lyra? Lyra!"

Lyra snapped out of it, their focus shifting from Elliot to Karine. "Y-Yes. I-I'll be right back." They hurried into their room and grabbed the heaviest weighted blanket they had. When they returned, Karine had released Elliot's legs and Landon only had a loose hold on Elliot's upper half.

The boy had ceased his struggling and had instead dissolved into a sobbing mess. As Lyra handed off the weighted blanket to Karine, Landon released Elliot. The blanket was draped over Elliot's shaking body.

"Lyra? Maybe you should try to talk to him," Karine suggested.

Lyra nodded and kneeled down beside him. "Sunshine? Can you hear me?"

Elliot kept his eyes trained on the floor and the droplets of crimson that Broderick had left behind. The smallest nod of his head was the only response he gave.

"How are you feeling?"

Lyra didn't expect an answer, or really any kind of indication that Elliot had heard them. They weren't surprised when Elliot remained completely frozen in place, eyes unblinking and skin as pale as bone.

Lyra didn't push Elliot to speak. Instead, they sat beside him as he watched Karine wipe up the blood. Once the kitchen floor was no longer peppered with red, Karine excused herself and left Lyra and Elliot to themselves.

Moments after Karine's departure, Elliot said, in the tiniest voice possible, "Did I h-hurt him?"

His voice was so small and meek that Lyra wasn't even completely sure that they'd heard him. "What was that, El?"

Elliot took a deep breath and repeated his question, a little louder this time. "D-Did I h-hurt him?"

Lyra didn't know how to answer. They didn't want to make him feel worse by being truthful, but they couldn't stand lying to him either. "It was just a little cut," they answered, keeping their voice soft so as not to frighten him. "Broderick will be fine. He's a medic, after all. He's used to dealing with this kind of stuff."

Those words did nothing to ease Elliot's grief. "I hurt him," Elliot mumbled, his voice quivering almost as much as the rest of him. Tears flooded his blood-shot eyes and he sniffled. "I'm a b-bad dog."

Lyra didn't know what to do. It had been nearly a month since Elliot had last called himself a dog, and the last thing they wanted was for him to regress. Internally panicking, Lyra said, "It wasn't your fault. I don't know what happened, but I know it wasn't your fault."

Elliot's tears started to fall. "H-How do you kn-know?"

"Because I know you," they asserted. Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes watery and filled with regret. Lyra gently wiped his tears. "You're a good person, Elliot. A good person that's gone through some terrible things. You've been hurt and taken advantage of and abused, but you are still a good person and you always will be. You'd never hurt anyone on purpose, let alone one of us."

Elliot looked away. "Is he m-mad at me?"

Lyra shook her head. "He could never be mad at you. No one here could. We love you too much."

Elliot sniffled again and leaned his head on her shoulder. Lyra opened her arms and gathered him in a tight hug. He laid his head on her chest, his remaining tears soaking through the fabric.

"I've got you, sunshine," Lyra whispered. Elliot snuggled against her, curling up on her lap like a child after a nightmare. There was no place on Earth he felt safer than in her arms. She rubbed gentle circles into her back and carded her fingers through his hair. "I've got you."

-

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[bungoustraypups]

Chuuya for ask game o:

eve - precious pepala // "father forgive me, 'cause i don't think i wanna change, this hurts me like heaven, feel like the angel who fell (fell for the devil)" // ask meme ACCEPTING!

The executive traces his fingers slowly over his former-current partner’s chest, drawing a temporary circle in the fabric of the former Demon Prodigy’s shirt around where his heart beats.

“Against all odds, that heart still beats,” Chuuya murmurs absently.

“Mhm,” Osamu hums back, just as absently. “Does it surprise you that it does? Or that I even have one, perhaps?”

“Nah.”

Chuuya rests his cheek against the place on Osamu’s chest where his fingers had been only moments earlier. “If someone like me can have one, it makes sense even a devil like you could, too.”

Osamu huffs out a laugh. “If I’m a devil, what’s that make you?”

With eyes half-lidded and his voice low, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to answer:

“A fallen angel; one who fell for a devil.”

[theharrowing]

Ride With Me

While on location for Taehyung’s driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. 

🍃 Taehyung x Gender Non-Specified Reader

🍃 word count: 1.4k 

🍃 idol au, coworkers to lovers, not explicitly smutty or fluffy but elements of both nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: takes place during his drive vlog! mutual desire, flirting, somewhat possessive behavior, making out, cramped in the backseat of a car, promise of something mores 🍃 drabble requested by @madbutgloriouspond: “Honestly, I’m still reeling from the drive vlog V. Something inspired by him when he’s at the lake? Love a good frisky getaway. 💜“ 🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🍃 posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

The scenic spot next to the lake is the perfect place to unwind and listen to some music while your stomach settles from eating so much delicious food. Taehyung spins his phone around lip-syncing while recording for the other members, and you can't help but stare and smile. 

Taehyung is always so beautiful. But especially in a pastel pinkish brown button-up that’s tucked into olive slacks and rolled up to his elbows, unbuttoned just enough to show a little skin with a hint of gold chain peeking out, Taehyung is breathtaking. 

He notices you watching him from time to time but plays it off by saying something cute and quippy for the camera. Sometimes, when he throws a little glance your way, you wonder if it really is for you or for the audience. There has been flirtation between you before, but it has always been fleeting and in passing, and you have never been sure if it was just for you, or if that is how he is with everyone. You have also never been somewhere so remote with him before, where those glances could be just for you.

After some long stretches of silence filled only by Taehyung singing along with a song or letting out long, pleased groans meant for the audience, he reaches out for the camera you are holding. It is customary for him to reposition it or just take control for a moment, and you don’t hesitate to hand it over. What you are not expecting is for him to switch it off. 

Taehyung sets the camera aside, stretches his arms out and beckons you over with his hand. You hesitate, feeling something in your stomach swoop, and then scoot closer. 

"What's up?" you ask nervously, and Taehyung sits up a little more and leans toward you until his hand is around your shoulder and he is sliding you right next to him. 

Water in the lake sloshes quietly, and you nervously look over your shoulder at the scenery before looking at Taehyung. From this close, you can see the tiny moles on the tip of his nose and the waterline of his eye. From this close, you can smell his faintly musky scent and a hint of something antiseptic lingering from the dentist visit. Taehyung grins.

"I've always wanted to have you alone like this," he says softly, watching your face as you swallow a lump in your throat and search for a response that doesn't come. Taehyung reaches up and gently takes you by the chin. 

"I want to kiss you," he admits, nibbling on his bottom lip. 

You lick your lips instinctively, and Taehyung watches the movement with a smile. He brushes his thumb along your bottom lip, and your heart begins to pound so hard it makes you dizzy. 

"May I?" he asks when you still say nothing, and you finally find your voice, nodding in quick, shallow movements as you say, "Yes. Yes, please."

Taehyung leans in with a soft smirk, still holding onto your chin, and brushes the tip of his nose against yours. You take in a sharp inhale and begin to close your eyes, keeping them open just enough to watch Taehyung's lips brush against yours. 

The gentle press of Taehyung's mouth sends a shiver through you, and you reach up and tentatively rest your hand on his shoulder while the hand on your chin falls gently to your neck and his fingers wrap around you, pulling you closer. 

Taehyung darts his tongue out, sweeping it over your lips, and you gasp as your mouth falls open for him, eager to allow him to taste and explore as he wishes. As soon as Taehyung's tongue rolls over yours, he moans into your mouth and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Arousal pools between your legs, and you let out soft whimpers in response as his tongue twists and flicks, and you imagine how that tongue would feel all over your body. 

Time and space seem to halt around you as you make out with Taehyung, holding your mouth open for him to do as he pleases while fliting your tongue out to tease him and draw him in more. His hands on your neck and shoulder squeeze tighter, and you wrap your hand around his neck, tangling your fingers into his soft, dark brown hair. 

"Let's go in the car," Taehyung mutters. "I want you to myself."

There is nobody around to see or interrupt you, but the fact that Taehyung wants you behind the tinted windows of the car sends a rush of anticipation through you. Taehyung stands and pulls you to your feet with him and slides his hand down your arm until he is locking your fingers together and tugging you along eagerly. The walk to the car is short, but it feels like it takes forever, and the crunch of gravel beneath your feet echoes loudly to your ears. 

You are not sure what to expect, but when Taehyung opens the back door, you pause a moment and look at him expectantly. He nods his chin toward the car, signaling for you to get in, and when you finally sit and slide into the middle, Taehyung gets in beside you, closes the door, and advances quickly. 

All at once, Taehyung's hands are on you, moving eagerly around your back and shoulder, touching your face and the back of your head. His lips are on yours once more, hands roving down and up your body, pulling you close. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto his lap, making you fumble to straddle him, he breaks the kiss long enough to ask, "Is this okay?" and dives back in when you nod and say, "Yes."

You want Taehyung. You have always wanted Taehyung, and now in close quarters, senses filled with the sight, sound, smell and feel of him, you experience a level of intoxication you didn't know could come just from being with another person. It is overwhelming, and you desperately do not want it to end.

"You look so nice today," Taehyung mutters against your lips. "It made me crazy watching everyone look at you."

Taehyung's words echo around your mind, but you cannot wrap your head around him being jealous of the attention you are getting when all eyes are on him everywhere he goes. You chuckle and watch as Taehyung's eyes widen. 

"You're cute," is all you can bring yourself to say, and Taehyung turns your bodies, laying you down against the backseat. You gasp from the movement and wrap your arms around him, holding your legs suspended in the air around his hips. He smirks down at you. 

"You think it's cute, huh?" Taehyung asks, and you bite your bottom lip and nod. "I see the way everyone watches you. The way everyone wants you. It makes me crazy, and you find it cute."

"Everyone wants you, Taehyung," you argue, pulling him in for a deep kiss, moaning as his hands grip at your sides possessively. 

Your head is swimming, chest is practically heaving, and you cannot believe that you are on your back, cramped up in the backseat of a car in the middle of nowhere while Taehyung moans and kisses you. It would be dishonest to say you have dreamt of this day because never in a million years could you have imagined this to happen.

"I want you," Taehyung mutters against your lips. "I want you all to myself. I want to explore you and taste you and make you mine."

You wrap yourself around Taehyung tighter, eager to hold him closer. 

"Have me," you whimper as his teeth and lips drag down your chin and throat and nip gently at your skin. "Make me yours, Taehyung."

Taehyung groans, but it sounds more like a growl, and it sends sparks of arousal shooting through your body at breakneck speeds. Fucking in the backseat of a car is not ideal, but if he wants to do it, you will not deny him. 

"Let's get out of here," Taehyung says as he sits up, filling you with both relief of going somewhere more comfortable and dread of having to temporarily stop. Taehyung's hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, and his lips are swollen and spit-slick. He really is breathtaking. 

"Okay," you nod, anchoring yourself on your elbows and attempting to catch your breath. "Anywhere you want, let's go."

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[asirensrage]

hi lovely! could you please do something soft with Daryl, maybe him reassuring a scared and injured reader? thank you! 💕 love how you write him :)

Awww, thank you, that's so sweet! Especially since I haven't watched or written him in ages (aside from the last one).

You know what I think he'd be like?

"Hey, hey, hey," he looks around quickly before crouching down in front of you. "You alright? What happened? You bit?" "No," you shake your head. "Just...just landed wrong. I thought--I thought you guys left." "Left?" he looks unimpressed that you ever thought that. "We don't leave people behind." He glances to the side again before he moves his crossbow off of his back. He turns so his back is facing you. "Come on, we ain't got a lot of time. Get on." It takes some maneuvering before he stands with you on his back. Your legs wrap around his waist and he uses one hand to help keep you there while he moves. "You're fine," he says as he leads the both of you out of the building. "Just a sprain, yeah? We get out of here, get back, and you'll forget this. Ain't nothing, not when you're alive." "Yeah," you smile even though he can't see it. "Thank you." "Don't need to thank me. Just keep an eye out."

[ghostchems]

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day.

I'd like to request some jealous Copia drabble, possibly spicy?

aww man, i am having a wonderful day! mainly bc i've been workin on this, hehe. nsfw. mdni. here, have some fingering! fem reader! copia is possessive!

You don’t know what you’ve done wrong. He’s kept his distance, completely ignoring your existence for nearly half the night. Ghouls, siblings and upper clergy members mingle but you’re left on the outskirts. The party starts to die down and you make sure to stick around to help clean up in an effort to get some alone time with him. A fiery glare lands on you and you can feel it start to burn you, your cheeks reddening and your heart thudding in your chest. Unwell. You are starting to feel unwell just from his look. Copia eyes sharpen and he strides toward you, quickly hooking his hand around your arm and giving you a sharp tug. You have no choice but to trail after him, nearly tripping over your own too feet as you struggle to catch up.

“Did you think I would not see, troia?” Copia slams you against the corridor hall once you’re away from the remaining guests. The rage in his voice cuts right through you.

“What are you talking about?” You are upset, evident in your question as you rip your arm from his firm grasp. His face twists in fury, his mismatched eyes boring into yours before turning away.

“Brother Marcus. I saw you two, pompinara.” You don’t know italian but the tone of his voice makes it clear that he is insulting you.

“Marcus is an acquaintance and we were just chatting.” Ridiculous that you have to defend yourself to him. Ridiculous that he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Does he really think so lowly of you? Then, you remember the nature of your relationship; the secrecy, the devotion, the possession. Copia is a strict lover and you find yourself breaking rules you didn’t even know existed often. You squeak as his leather gloved hand snatches you by the chin, dazed by the speed at which he lunged for you.

“You swear?” Copia’s voice drops dangerously low, the smooth leather feels warm on your skin. You feel his other hand start to creep up your leg, his thumb brushing at the hem of your skirt. Eyelashes flutter, giving a nod as you straighten out your posture.

“I swear.” You whisper and make strong eye contact, confidence in your voice. His reaction is immediate, his expression softening and he starts to stroke your lips with a thumb. Tension dissipates even further as he presses his forehead to yours, his other hand now slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt, fingertips skirting the inside of your thigh. You part your lips and flick your tongue at the tip of his thumb. Copia gives a desperate moan and his mouth descends on you, capturing your lips in a ferocious kiss. You manage to draw a sharp gasp before he sucks the air out of you, your fingertips digging into his tight black tailcoat as you part your legs further. Two of his fingers push aside your damp underwear and he slips his middle digit inside your slick cunt. Your body shudders, a whine slipping out of your mouth and into his.

“Say you’re mine and only mine, hmm? Remind yourself of who you belong to.” Copia rasps against your lips and slips another finger inside you, curling them as he reaches your sweet spot. Your toes curl and you let out a shaking breath, your body desperate to feel him against you. He presses his chest flush into yours, trapping you against the wall as his fingers fuck into you, intently watching you.

“I-I’m yours.” You stammer, back arching off the wall and deeper into him until it’s as if his body has consumed you. “Only yours.” It’s hard to squeeze the words out, gasps and moans ripping from your throat, trying to keep your feet on the ground as his fingers mercilessly strokes your core.

“Another reminder for you, amore.” He mouths against your jaw, his hot breath making you shiver. Copia cups your cheek and guides your head so that he can see all of you. Your gaze is already hazy, half-lidded eyes getting lost in his as lightning strikes through your body. His attention is laser focused on your reaction, his lips tugging into a smug grin.

A reminder that no one could pleasure you like he can.

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[bradshawsbaby]

jake helping nat shave during her first pregnancy? maybe when her belly is big enough it won't let her reach her legs... please? thank you so much!

(This was such a cute request! ☺️ I hope you enjoy!)

“Minx?” Hangman called out as he stepped through the front door, nudging it closed with his elbow as he juggled the bags of take-out he’d just gone to pick up. “I’m home,” he said, walking into the kitchen and setting the food down on the counter.

When Phoenix didn’t appear or respond to him, he frowned and immediately went in search of her. At nearly eight months pregnant, his wife was having a harder time getting around and doing things on her own, much to her endless frustration. He just hoped she hadn’t done anything to strain herself while he was out getting dinner.

“Nat?” Hangman called again, poking his head into their bedroom. The bed was neatly made and empty. However, he could hear the sound of water streaming in the bathroom beyond.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief, he crossed their room in a few long strides and quietly pushed the bathroom door open, not wanting to startle her. His brow quirked curiously when he heard the sound of frustrated little gasps coming from behind the shower curtain.

“Babe?” he asked, wondering what exactly Phoenix had gotten herself into in his absence.

In response, the sound of various shampoo and body wash bottles crashing into the bathtub met his ears.

“Son of a bitch!” Phoenix exclaimed angrily just as Hangman, in a frantic rush, hurried to pull the shower curtain back.

“Minx, what the hell are you doing?” Hangman demanded, jaw slackening at the sight of his wife standing under the hot stream of water, her dark hair plastered to her back and her foot angled awkwardly on the ledge of the bathtub.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she snapped in response, letting out a noise of frustration in the back of her throat.

Glancing down, Hangman noticed for the first time the razor she held in her hand. He couldn’t help but start laughing, which only frustrated his poor wife.

“It’s not funny, Bagman!” Phoenix huffed. “I’m turning into a wooly mammoth over here, and I can’t even reach my legs!” she told him, resting a hand on her swollen stomach and letting out a soft groan of discomfort.

Sobering immediately, Hangman reached out and rested a strong, supportive hand on Phoenix’s lower back, not caring that his shirt was getting soaked in the shower. “Come on, babe, you have to sit down,” he murmured, caressing her belly lightly as he helped her step out of the bathtub.

Grabbing a warm, fluffy towel off the rack, Hangman wrapped it around his wife’s body, rubbing her arms soothingly. “Food’s here. Why don’t we go eat and worry about this another time?” he suggested.

“No,” Phoenix shook her head stubbornly, trying to step out of his arms. “I’m tired of my legs feeling hairier than yours. I just don’t understand why this is so damn hard all of a sudden,” she frowned.

“Well, Minx, you are growing a person in there,” he grinned, tapping affectionately on her pregnant belly. Picking up her razor, he looked down at her. “Here, sit down,” he said, leading her over to the toilet and lowering the cover, then setting her down on top of it.

“What are you doing?” Phoenix demanded, sitting down and raising an eyebrow in surprise when Hangman sat down on the edge of the bathtub and lifted her leg into his lap.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he smirked, parroting her question from earlier.

Phoenix’s mouth popped open as she watched her husband massage shaving cream onto her leg before lifting the razor to her skin.

“You better not cut me,” she warned, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Minx,” Hangman replied, brow furrowed in concentration as he dragged the razor down her leg with surprising gentleness.

Leaning back with a sigh of contentment, Phoenix rested both her hands on her large belly and watched in open amazement as Hangman worked diligently not to miss a single spot of hair on either of her legs. There had been a time in her life when she would have rather died than need his help with something like this, but pregnancy had softened her heart in ways she had never expected. She’d been humbled time and time again, and had realized that it didn’t make her weak to need to lean on her husband every now and then. And she was glad she had such a good one.

“There you go, baby,” Hangman grinned, rinsing the shaving cream off her legs gently and patting her skin dry with a fresh towel. Holding her feet in his hands, he bent forward and pressed soft kisses to the now-smooth skin of her legs, smirking at the way he felt her shiver beneath his touch. “Like that, do you, Minx?” he winked.

“Oh, shut up and help me get up,” Phoenix laughed, holding her hands out to him.

Hangman lifted her up into his arms, guiding her back towards the bedroom and slipping one of his old T-shirts, a favorite of hers recently, over her head. Sitting her down on the bed, he grabbed her hairbrush and combed out the wet knots in her dark hair, working as gently as possible and pressing tender kisses to her temple and the top of her head.

“Hmm, you’re really spoiling me tonight, Bagman,” Phoenix murmured, eyes closing in pleasure as she leaned back against his chest.

“Gotta treat my baby mama right,” he smirked, laughing when she reached back and swatted him.

Once Hangman was finished, Phoenix crawled across the bed and collapsed against her pillows with a yawn. “Who knew being pampered could be so exhausting?” she murmured.

“So I’m guessing I should stick dinner in the fridge?” he asked, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Phoenix grinned sheepishly in response, burrowing more deeply into her pillows. “Can you just lay here with me for a minute first?”

Nodding, he lay down beside her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to his side. “Damn, feel how smooth,” he grinned, running his fingertips over her bare legs.

“Mhm,” Phoenix mumbled tiredly, her eyes closing slowly. “My baby daddy did a great job.”

Laughing, Hangman bent down to press a kiss to her forehead as she fell asleep. “Good night, Minx.”

[gimmethatagustd]

listen. oh queen of life-ruining banter. i come to you on my knees because i require frenemies hatefucking with tae. featuring all the banter. and him being a menace. no this is not self-indulgent at all wdym sdlfjsldkfj - congrats again on your milestone :')))

WANNA FUCK ON CAMERA | KTH

You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.  

» pairing: taehyung x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | frenemies to lovers | smut

» wc/date: 3.3k | July 2022

» warnings: fingering | nudes (ig??) | unprotected vaginal sex | spit | tae is annoying

» notes: I’M SO SORRY THIS ENDED UP JUST BEING A FULL FUCKING PWP ONE SHOT KJDKFHS also i def didn’t proofread this enough so sorry 🥴

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? camera - dj drama ft. 1st fkl, lil uzi vert, mac miller, & post malone

The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles (mini-series) Masterlist

If Kim Taehyung placed his grimy hands on the small of your back one more time you were quite literally going to rip them off. 

“Babe, we didn’t take a picture together yet.” Before you could react, there was a bright flash of light that formed black holes in your vision. A sleek film camera was the culprit. Not unfamiliar, you’d fallen victim to Taehyung’s “artistic endeavors” on more than one occasion. 

“Babe?” 

Your spotty eyes grew wide as you quickly turned back to the large man stuck in between you and Taehyung. You’d caged him into the corner of the living room away from the rest of the bustling bodies crowding the apartment you shared with Hoseok. From the moment your roommate introduced you to Namjoon at the start of the party, you were on a mission to get a good grip of his head in between your thighs. 

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, waving your arms in an “X” to ward off Taehyung’s evil. “We are not like that, at all. Gross, no. I don’t even know why he’s over here.” You hissed that last part with gritted teeth and shoved an elbow into Taehyung’s ribs. 

“We came to this party together, babe. What are you talking about?” Taehyung’s mouth morphed into a deep pout. Your’s, on the other hand, hung open like a fish. 

“Excuse me? This is my fucking apartment!”

You watched with growing frustration as Taehyung’s pout curved into a sweet smile. He was an abscess aching your teeth.  “Babe, you’re so cute when you joke around.” 

“Ummm… I think I’m going to go.” 

You both turned to look at the large man stuck in between you. He avoided both of your gazes; instead, his gentle eyes searched the depths of the room, looking for a way out. 

“Namjoon, wait,” You reached out to grab his forearm, “Just ignore him, he’s an idiot.” 

Namjoon gave you a soft, tight smile. “It’s okay, I don’t want to bother you.” He didn’t give you a second glance once he disappeared deeper into the apartment. 

You spun around on your heel and jabbed your finger against Taehyung’s chest. “Listen here, TaTa. If you don’t stop cockblocking me all fucking night, I swear to God.” 

“You swear to God what? What are you going to do?” Taehyung cocked his head to one side and you hated how hot it was to watch his bottom lip disappear between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head back a bit so he looked at you down the sharp bridge of his cute little freckled nose. 

He knew you wouldn’t do anything. There was nothing for you to do. 

He was such a piece of shit. 

“Why did Hobi invite you,” you muttered, pushing past Taehyung. You made very little ground before he was snatching your wrist in his large hands. “Can you please leave me alone? I’m not drunk enough for your shit right now.” 

“Let me get my beautiful model a drink, then.” 

“You are the most arrogant, conceited, cockiest person I have ever met in my entire life.” The grin that bloomed across his face was the exact opposite of what you wanted to see, but everything your body was being pulled towards. 

“Thank you.” 

With a huff, you shook your hand from Taehyung’s grip and continued swimming your way through the sea of people trashing your apartment. Leave it to Hobi to throw a massive party to celebrate “the beginning of his birthday month” without bothering to ask you. When he knew you hated most of his friends, Kim Taehyung in particular. How he’d managed to wiggle his way into your friend group was beyond you. Probably because he was hot, and hot people could get away with everything. 

Well, you didn’t think he was hot, obviously. Other people did. Not you. Nope. 

“Do not follow me.” You threw the command over your shoulder, praying to the lord that he would grow a brain and listen to you. Breaking free of the last throng of people, you walked the hallway until you got to your bedroom, Taehyung hot on your heels. You tried to slam your bedroom door shut but Taehyung had the toe of his boot wedged in the doorframe. He wrapped a hand around the edge of the door and pried it open just enough to slip his lithe body inside. The click of him locking the door made your spine shudder. 

“You’re so fucking stupid, Kim. Why don’t you go find someone to suck your dick and keep your nose out of my business? I’ll even let you use my bathroom.” Arms crossed against your chest. Chin jutted out. 

Taehyung snickered, keeping his focus on wiping away a smudge mark on the surface of his camera lens. “Bothering you gives me infinite more pleasure, believe it or not.” He looked up to meet your gaze. “And you know how much I love chasing pleasure.” 

By this point your anger was hardly well-contained. As you flipped through every scenario in your head you were finding fewer options to get him out of here. Murder may have been the only option, actually. 

“God I love how hot you look when you’re pissed.” Taehyung had the audacity to sit down on the edge of your bed, his long legs spreading like the space-hogging man that he was. 

“Take a fucking picture then. It’ll last longer.” 

“Ooh, you’re so clever, so edgy.” Despite his taunts, he did what you said, quickly snapping another picture of you. You flipped him off. “Glad you’ve finally agreed to model for me. How do you feel about nudes?” 

“Get the fuck out of here.” 

“Not even just a topless one?” 

“I would never, in a million years, even if my life depended on it, get any amount of naked in front of you.” 

“That sounds like a fun challenge, doesn’t it?” He got up from your bed, leaving the camera to rest on your fluffy comforter. His amber eyes dropped to watch your lips, the edges of his own lips curling slightly when you backed up against your dresser. A bottle of hair product tipped over and rolled off the dresser, thudding against the floor. 

“It’s not a challenge, Taehyung. It’s merely a fact.” 

“Look at what you’re wearing. You’re already halfway there.” Taehyung shrugged. He ran his index finger along the skin of your midriff exposed by your crop top. Reaching your belly button, he dragged his finger downwards until he landed on the zipper of your shorts. “Don’t act like you’re not desperate. The way you were hanging all over that guy said enough.” 

“Fuck off,” you said in an exhale. You made no effort to push him out of the way; this was one of many mistakes. 

“Hmm…” You practically felt the baritone vibration of Taehyung contemplating your comment, the hum rumbling from his throat. “Okay.” He took a step back and sunk onto your bed with his camera resting beside him. 

“What do you mean, okay?” You closed the gap he’d created and stared down at him with your hands on your hips. “You can’t just say okay.” 

The tiniest of smirks lifted the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, but he held it in as best he could. Controlling his eyes was another thing; he let his gaze travel the length of your body. “Am I not giving you what you wanted?” 

“Well, yes.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” 

You opened your mouth, but immediately snapped it shut. Taehyung leaned back on his palms with his broad chest on display and his legs spread. How had you ended up standing between them? He tilted his head up slightly jutting his chin out at you while his eyes continued to examine you. Dissect you. His gaze felt razor sharp on your searing skin. 

“Just admit it. You want me. It’s obvious how I affect you.” You felt your stomach flip as Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, though a few curls decided to bounce back over his forehead. “One simple kiss and you’d be begging for me.” 

You absolutely did not want him. Had you thought about what those piercing eyes would look like from between your thighs? Maybe. But who hadn’t?! It was a natural consequence of being “friends” with Taehyung.

“You’re an idiot.” Another glare was shot his way when the stupid smirk returned. 

“Prove it then. Prove you don’t care.” 

If there was anything you hated more than this idiot, it was being doubted. Fuck this guy for wasting your time, invading your space, and then insulting you in your own house. 

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll cut your balls off,” you hissed. 

“I’m so scared,” Taehyung said with a lick of his lips. You wanted to smack that mischievous glint out of his eyes. Hell, you should have. But instead you were determined to knock him off his high horse. If you weren’t going to get into a physical altercation, you were going to fuck up his ego. 

Shoving Taehyung backwards so he was once again leaning on his palms, you climbed into his lap with your hands gripping his shoulders. Before he could say anything else stupid, you brought your lips to his and tried not think about how many things had been in his mouth. 

It was clear that Taehyung was trying to prove a point because he immediately began to devour you. His hands flew up to grip your ass to pull you tight against him, making your hands slide forward so you now had your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Biting down on your bottom lip he coaxed your mouth open to slip his tongue inside. You shivered at the taste of him, sweet like the grapefruit soju he’d been drinking. Distracted by him licking at your mouth, you gasped when you felt Taehyung buck into you. He forced your hips to rock against him and spread your thighs even further apart as you straddled him. 

Eventually Taehyung broke the kiss and you welcomed the opportunity to breathe. His lips ghosted yours, the two of you panting heavily against each other’s mouths. He kept a firm hold of your ass while he guided you to continue grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. Every drag of his zipper against your core provided enough friction to alert you that you were soaked through your underwear. All because of a guy you’d swore you weren’t affected by. 

The reminder of why this was even fucking happening made you let go of Taehyung’s shoulders and lean back slightly. What the fuck. 

“You did that way too eagerly,” he snickered once you pulled away.

“Shut up.” You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair to tug it out of annoyance because apparently Taehyung tore down your maturity level to that of an elementary student. The moan that came out of his mouth made you freeze. He stared into your eyes with his soft lips parted and all you could hear was his erratic breathing and the pounding of your heart in your head. “Looks like you’re affected by me.”

As if you weren’t an absolute mess in your pants right now. But he didn’t need to know that. 

“I never said I wasn’t.” The intensity of his gaze was too much for you, but looking away felt like surrendering. “Are you going to admit defeat now?” 

“You’re insane,” you scoffed, determined to hold his gaze. 

Taehyung broke first. He let go of your waist and brought his hand forward to press his thumb hard against your clit through your shorts. You instinctively tightened your hold on his hair, tugging slightly. The action pulled another moan out of Taehyung and it was impossible for you to hide the way you grinded against his hand. 

“You want me. Just admit it.” 

“No,” you snapped. Taehyung raised his eyebrows as though he was shocked by your determination. You were not giving in, no matter what your body wanted. 

Even if he pulled down the zipper of your shorts. Even if he tugged on the waistband of your underwear. Even if he squeezed his hand inside your underwear to drag his fingers through your arousal. 

“Admit it.” 

Your breath hitched when you heard the wet squelch of Taehyung teasing your entrance and rolling his fingers against your clit. You couldn’t speak for fear a moan instead of words might fall out of your mouth, so you merely shook your head. 

Wrapping his other arm around your waist, Taehyung bucked into you at the same time he slipped two fingers inside of you. The force with which you bit your bottom lip to keep quiet was enough to shoot pain through your nerves. Seeing you like that and feeling your thighs tremble against his told Taehyung everything he needed to know. 

But he wanted you to say it. 

“Come on, Y/N,” he cooed a soft whisper in your ear. He curled his fingers, pressing your front wall until he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his biceps. “Just admit it and I’ll give you what you want.” 

He quickened his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you with enough force to rock you back and forth in his lap, all the while his dark eyes locked on yours. 

“You’re a piece of shit,” you attempted to hiss but your voice broke into a loud whimper. Taehyung grinned and gave you one final thrust into your g-spot before he watched you arch into him, eyes closed and head thrown back as you moaned his name. He leaned back slightly to give him the perfect angle to snatch up his camera. You thought the bright light was probably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life quite literally making you blind, but your pleasure quickly turned into a pterodactyl screech. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG WHAT THE FUCK!” You lunged for the camera, but he held it above your head and your legs were still too shaky to do much of anything. “Did you just fucking take a picture of me while I… while I…” You beat against his chest. 

“You looked too good not to immortalize the moment,” Satan himself said with a laugh, absorbing your punches with the cockiness of the most horrible person in the world. “If you want to try for a better shot, I still have five photos left on this film.” 

“I’m going to fucking murder you.” 

“Sure, you can murder me. I’ll die happy now.” You felt weak in the knees once again when Taehyung popped his fingers, wet with your cum, into his mouth to suck clean. “Or you could admit that you want me and I’ll split you open the way you deserve.” 

Fuck. 

You were in big trouble. 

Taehyung’s cocky grin disappeared as you eased back down into his lap, replaced with a look of determined lust that clouded his lidded eyes. At this point, it wasn’t about admitting that he turned you on or that you wanted him. At this point, you needed him. 

“Say it and I’m yours,” he whispered. Goosebumps bloomed across your skin as he ran his hands up your sides, pushing your crop top up as he went. You lifted your arms to allow him to pull it off of you. He sucked his teeth when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and immediately brought his mouth to your nipple. You let out a soft moan when Taehyung flicked his tongue against it, swirling a circle until it was erect and he was satisfied enough to move to the other. 

“Fuck you, Taehyung.” You clawed at his t-shirt, less gentle in your approach as you ripped it over his head. Next your fingers flew to unbutton his jeans. “I admit it, okay? Are you happy now?” Frustration made your movements frantic and you tugged Taehyung’s pants down as hard as you could, barely giving him time to maneuver around you to lift his hips. 

“Admit what?” He planted a hot kiss against your throat to muffle the deep moan that rumbled in his throat when you finally held his cock in your hand. 

“I need you, fuck!” You shimmied out of your shorts and shoved Taehyung onto his back. “Why are you such a fucking dick?” 

You grabbed his cock a bit too aggressively and Taehyung briefly watched his life flash before his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you so hard. Though he quickly got over it, hips bucking into your hand while he watched you spit on the tip and let it run down his shaft, slow and sweet. 

“Took you long enou-” Taehyung gasped when you rubbed his cock along your pussy, quickly coating him so you could sink onto his cock until your clit rubbed against his abdomen when you leaned forward. The stretch was enough that you probably should have eased yourself onto him a bit slower to avoid the head of his cock piercing your cervix the way it had, but at this point you were too pissed off to give a shit. He lifted his head to watch you roll your hips on him, the twisting sensation making his cock pulse inside you. 

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung dropped his head back onto the mattress and dug his fingers into the sheets as you began to fuck yourself on him. Sure, he’d promised to fuck you good, but you had absolutely no patience for whatever he was willing to give you. You picked up the pace, one hand squeezing his shoulder for support while the other dragged your nails down the length of his chest. You may have dug into him a bit deeper than you needed to, but the red streaks you left on his skin were more than satisfying. 

“Don’t even think about taking a picture of this,” you muttered through clenched teeth. That sweet, hot buildup of pleasure rippling through your abdomen was starting to get more and more unbearable, but you needed to know that the little creep wasn’t going to ruin a good orgasm for you by playing paparazzi again. 

Taehyung whimpered, shaking his head frantically. “I swear, oh fuck. I s-swear I won’t.” 

His babbling was both pathetic and cute, and you prayed he didn’t bust a nut before you got to. To have Kim Taehyung writhing beneath you with that tight little waist and bulging biceps, all to have him cum first?? No fucking way. 

“Good boy,” you snickered and Taehyung practically lost it right there. 

“You’re insane,” he huffed, closing his eyes once he felt you tighten around him. “Fucking insane.” 

You wanted to bitch him out some more because you definitely weren’t the insane one here, as if he hadn’t toyed with you only to immediately give in once you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But you let it go as you felt that sweet buildup in you finally snap. “Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned, feeling his hands come up to grab your waist to guide you on top of him as he fucked you through your orgasm and your movements began to falter. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to finally reach his release; you weren’t interested in overstimulation after the sweaty, horny mess he’d made of you. 

Leaning your forehead into his shoulder, you let your body go limp on top of Taehyung as the two of you caught your breath. 

“Don’t fuck with me anymore,” you threatened, though the post-orgasm shakiness of your voice didn’t make you sound very convincing. 

“I can fuck you again, though, right?” 

You lifted your head to see that fucking grin again and groaned, dropping your face into his neck again. “Maybe.” 

“Are you down for nudes next time?” 

“Don’t fucking push your luck, dickhead.” Your body jiggled as Taehyung laughed. There was the cocky Taehyung once again, the one you oh so loved. Something told you if there was a next time you wouldn’t have it so easy. 

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I saw someone do a request so I thought might do a request. What I'm really craving right now is Viktor taking extra care of his partner after they have some really dark days. Maybe Viktor finds his love crying by themselves in the middle of the night ...? I really could use comfort Viktor.

Comfort Vik it is, lovely one 🖤

Viktor x GN!Reader SFW

You’d told yourself you were fine.  Everything was fine.  But the deeper the night wore on the worse it got, the more keen and sharp the edges of the anxiety scraping relentless nails against the underside of your brain, slippery as it made grasping attempts behind your heart, squeezing like it would stop it entirely if it could only get a solid grip.  You’d laid there for as long as you could take it, willing it to stop, trying to force breathing to remain normal, scrambling against the terrible sinking of thoughts spiraling out of control.

Until at last you had to lurch from bed, trying to be careful as you could not to disturb Viktor in the dark where he lay, breathing blissfully in soft, uneven snores.  Fought your way silently out of the room and strained to shut the door behind you without a creak or click.

You took up a huddle in the hall bathroom, with its own door to shut and an empty tub to climb into, curled knees to chest as the cold porcelain sapped warmth from skin.  Cold, hard comfort as you struggled, gasping against the weight on your chest before you broke, before it all came crashing in with a give like splintering wood.  Sobs ragged and gulping, tears burning salt, hot as they obscured vision and streaked your face under the tight grip of hands that wanted nothing more than to try to dig in, pull your own aching face right off as it contorted tight under the grief, the pain, that yawning pit of terror with its crumbling edge sloughing away right under your toes.

You stifled soft wails against the heels of your palms, against the fold of arms and round of your own shoulder.  Slow, arrhythmic rocking not soothing as it should but at least  partially keeping you grounded in your own body.  Temples throbbed and nose stuffed as you sniffled.  How had it come to this?  Why couldn’t you find your way out of this dark?  Every new possibility a monster waiting around the corner to pounce, tear at you, grab you by the throat and whisper fresh ruin, embarrassment, despair.  Lungs burned as you sucked in in fitful hiccoughs only to release it again in quietly broken moans before it had offered you any oxygen.  

Drowning on dry land in your own salt sea. 

“Zlatíčko?”  The lights flicked on and you flinched, shoved your face hard into the rise of your bent knees and heard Viktor suck a soft breath before the lights flicked off again, only to be replaced a moment later by the far softer, gentler glow of a little nightlight by the sink.  

“No no.”  You gasped between ragged sobs, willing him to disappear, or perhaps willing yourself to.  Please no.  The sound of his cane and bare feet against the floor wandered closer before you heard him set the cane aside.  A second later he was in the tub with you, long limbs folded up beside you, one arm round your shuddering shoulders, drawing you in.  Other hand finding its way through your defenses to cradle up your cheek.  His mouth pushed to the top of your head before he lay his cheek against it.

“Zlatíčko.” Tone was chiding but only gently.  His voice still half thick with interrupted sleep.  The blade of his thumb played a slow back and forth just under your eye, tender little strokes through the tracks of tears.  “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

“I can’t...  I didn’t...”  Impossible to get the words out.  To tell him how if he knew then maybe you’d lose him too.  How everything felt like it would crumble at any moment like a house of cards.  He hushed you with a soft whisper, that arm around you tightening gently.  That gentle voice of his pitched low, a quiet murmur of his mother tongue in a soothing slow one sided conversation as he held you.  Just spoke and spoke in a language he knew you did not understand.  But it felt... good.  To just listen, without needing to have an answer or an excuse.  Just to feel the reverberation of his voice in his chest and against your cheek.  

You could feel your arms slowly begin to relax, unwind.  Trembling weak from the tension that had strung them before.  And you unfolded, cuddled to him to hold him back.  He punctuated the conversation you couldn’t understand with little kisses.  To your brow, your forehead, the blade of your nose and temple.  Tender little presses of his warm mouth that eventually had you sighing after each gently gulped breath.

“I’m here with you, zlatíčko.  Always.”  He reassured, at last.  Hand stroking soothingly against the curve of the back of your head.  “Nothing will stop that.”

You wanted to tell him, tell him about how the monsters said differently.  About how you’d imagined a thousand, ten thousand scenarios where everything was ripped away from you.  Even him.  How it all felt so real and palpable and probable.  The deadly certainty that the lies your brain fashioned to show you like a terrifying movie of the future had to be true.  Had to be.  

They were not.  And none of it had any power there cradled up against him, the thud of his heart under the flat palm press of your open hand.

After a long moment he untangled from you, rose from the tub and groaned softly at how stiff the huddle in close porcelain had made his bad leg.  You heard him turn the tap in the sink on, run something under the splash of water.  And in a moment he was back, taking a seat in the tub again with you to wipe the soft cold of a washcloth under and over your eyes before folding it to drape the delicious soothing chill over the nape of your neck.  Replaced the gentle swipe of the cloth over swollen eyelids with the tender brush of light kisses until you breathed a ragged, begrudging little laugh.  Bid him to stop with a small grumble more delightedly embarrassed than serious.

“Can you come back to the bedroom?”  He asked quietly, eventually, hand fitted cradle to the shape of your jaw before he dropped it to take hold of your own hand as you nodded.  Let you draw the now warmed washcloth off your neck and helped you rise as he did so as well.  Grabbed his cane and helped you back to bed.

You thought perhaps he’d fall into the sheets again and cuddle you up, but instead he set cane aside, slid back into the bed seated and dragged a pillow into his lap, gave it a pat as those luminous amber eyes watched you in the dim light of the bedside lamp he’d turned on upon waking.  It took you a moment to crawl in, lay back and settle your head upon the pillow.  

Gentle fingertips stroked over your forehead.

“Did I ever tell you the story of Katcha and the Devil?”  He asked softly and fitted index and middle finger gently upon either side of the bridge of your nose and drew upward with a light pressured stroke, up toward your hairline in a caress of a massage that had you go instantly boneless at the way fingertips curled into the ache between brows, under brow bone and dragged the pain up and out gently.

“No.”  You breathed, voice still thick with tears.

“Ah.  It was my favorite. Babička used to tell me when I was little and couldn’t sleep.”  He considered for a moment and you opened eyes to watch him make a small moue with the sweet shape of his mouth as he thought.  “Perhaps a bit dark for a child.” 

He laughed quietly and you couldn’t help how the sound of it tugged at one corner of your mouth, thinking of him, little and tucked up in bed, covers up under his nose, all wide golden eyes and wild chestnut hair.  Sweet and soft thing, gentle promise of who he’d grow into.  It made your heart ache, love pouring into the hollows of it to drown out the residues of panic and fear.

“There was once a woman named Katcha who lived in a village where she owned her own cottage and garden. She had money besides but little good it did her because she was such an ill-tempered vixen that nobody, not even the poorest laborer, would marry her...”  Viktor began.  And kept up that slow pressure of a massage, working tension out and away from the center of brows before settling thumbs a tender, gentle circle over temples.  

There was no way to keep eyes open, no struggle to be had against the soft tenor of his voice and the warmth of touch.  By the time he came to stroking your hair and then dragging short, blunt nails slowly back over your scalp in little tingling lines of electric fire you were nearly dozing.  Struggling to cling to enough consciousness to hear the end of the story.  

Only vaguely felt him shift you off his lap to finally lay down beside you, let you shift so he could fit up against you in a comforting spoon.  Mouth pressing light whispers of kisses to the nape of your neck.

“You are mine, zlatíčko.”  Breath fanned softly over your skin, the nudge of his nose behind your ear, one hand finding your own to lace fingers between yours and pull them close to your chest.  “Your battles are mine.  I will never leave you to fight alone.  Whatever comes, it will come against us together.  Nothing can change that.  I promise.”

Sleep finally came on soft feet, gathered you up in gentle arms and let you sink slow to rest, rocked by the hummed tune of a little song vibrating tenderly against your back as Viktor cuddled close and the night relaxed around you both into a quiet inky dark.

Katcha and the Devil

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been wanting to write for ezra forever and the most poetic, sappy fluff is comin' your way @morallyinept

thank you so much for your love and drabble request! i'll post the fic as an answer to your ask once it's done 🖤

here's a lil teaser for ya

celebrate with me?

[bangtanintotheroom]

Me again! I need to know if Sheriff Yoongi's been to see his favorite kitten lately. Maybe with the prompt "“i could do this all day"? 💕

Ohohoho, back on the yeehaw agenda, are we? 🤠

I Like That

• Pairing: Sheriff!Yoongi x Brothel Worker!(F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Western AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 2.1k

• Summary: You and the beloved town sheriff decide to have your own festivities and make up for lost time.

• Prompt: #14 “I could do this all day” (smut)

• Warnings/themes: a wedding occurs!, swearing, drinking, flirting, hints of pining, Yoongi and his damn pet names 😩, mentions of prostitution, nipple play, public sex, unprotected sex (no rubbers in the West, y’all)

• Notes: You know, I was actually thinking about Sheriff!Yoongi the other day and look what popped into my inbox! Thanks Sunny! Feels like it’s been ages since we were on the yeehaw agenda 🤠✨

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Rodeo | I Like That |

A warm, early Autumn day in the town square.

Hundreds of citizens gathered round, eating, drinking or dancing among the massive decorations.

The Mayor and his newly joined wife sitting at the head of the festivities, eyes only breaking away from each other to converse with whoever came up to wish them well.

And not a Maknae Bandit in sight.

Just what Yoongi liked to see.

The sheriff leaned against the bar counter, a glass of whiskey in hand, as he looked over the reception. News of Mayor Jin’s upcoming wedding had spread through town the second his fiancée Rosé was spotted with a band around her left ring finger. The couple didn’t take too long to announce a date, wanting to take this moment of peace to tie the knot before any chaos resulted in Jin being away from home for days again.

So far, everything was going smoothly.

No runaway brides or grooms.

No objections during ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’.

No drunken toasts that revealed skeletons in closets.

Just a joyful day celebrating the love of two people.

Yoongi already approached the couple earlier, giving them his well wishes for a happy future. Jin and Rosé didn’t let him walk away with just a simple thanks, expressing their gratitude for making sure everything went smoothly today. Their invite was extended to the whole town, which included those who didn’t agree with the mayor’s rules. For the most part, the naysayers who attended kept to themselves and didn’t kick up a fuss, enjoying the free food, drink and entertainment.

Good. Yoongi didn’t feel like getting dust or blood on his fancy suit today.

Besides…

Feline eyes returned to the gaggle of women he had been watching steadily.

He had something more important to worry about.

Everyone in town included everyone, even the workers at Namjoon’s brothel. Which meant you were there, conversing with your coworkers and all dressed up for the wedding.

Yoongi wasn’t going to lie to himself; he had his eye on you since you stepped into the chapel. The way your hair was styled and the dress you had on caught his attention. All this time he had spent with you before and he had never seen you this dolled up.

It brought a familiar feeling to his gut that occurred whenever he was making his way to your workplace for a visit.

That feeling only increased throughout the day, watching as you danced and socialized, not a care in the world on your shoulders.

Fun was a good look on you, only second to unrestrained lust.

Yoongi was ordering his second glass and conversing with the bartender when he felt someone approaching him on the side. Turning to his right, he raised a brow at who waited for him.

“Howdy kitten.”

“Howdy sheriff. Enjoying yourself?”

He gave his answer with a raise of his whiskey glass and a nod.

“Living the dream. Must be nice to get a day off for yourself, no?”

“Mm, absolutely. It’s even better now that I’ve run into you.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirked.

“Oh yeah? You been missing me, darling?”

You pushed out your lower lip, nodding.

“Yeah, my favorite customer hasn’t stopped by in a while. Thought maybe you got bored of me.”

The sheriff frowned at your profile as you stared ahead at the bottles of liquor on the shelves. The tone of your voice expressed apathy but your face didn’t match.

He could tell by the slight dip between your brows and the clench of your jaw that this bothered you.

“Y/N.”

Yoongi took a swig of his alcohol before responding.

“It’s not like that, trust me. Between my duties and all this wedding madness, I haven’t had the time to visit. I’m sorry if I made you worry, doll.”

There wasn’t an immediate response, but when it did come through, you looked at him with something akin to regret.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m just over here worrying my head off out loud. Didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

Yoongi wanted to chase the topic, but judging by your expression, you wanted to lay it to rest.

So he nodded and called the bartender over to order one of your favorite drinks, patting himself on the back as your eyes lit up in gratitude. A clink of his glass against your newly placed one and the atmosphere returned to its lightheartedness.

While the two of you conversed and continued to watch the festivities, that damned feeling Yoongi was experiencing earlier returned in full force. There were so many causes for its arrival.

Having you in close proximity, able to smell the rosy perfume you always wore.

Watching you bob your head and grin as you listened to the band playing.

The small strip of cleavage that peeked out of the top of your dress and grew whenever you bent over.

Hell, everything had his feline eyes lingering on you and forgetting about the hundreds of people in the area.

Screw it.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Wanna get out of here for a little while?”

You weren’t sure what he was implying until you looked up at him, seeing a fire in his dark eyes that you hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing in weeks. The sight made your lips curl in excitement.

“I’m not on the clock, y’know.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t speak to you alone.”

An amused sound came out as you tapped your nails on your thigh.

“Mm, I don’t know, sheriff—” He felt your hip bump into his.

“Sounds like you want to do a little more than speaking.”

Yoongi could only chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.

“You caught me.”

Laughing, you polished off the last of your drink before taking his hand in yours. Once he finished his whiskey, you began leading him out of the reception and towards an empty alleyway, going in deep enough that no one would get wind of what you two were about to do.

As soon as you were comfortable, you pinned Yoongi to the wall before bringing his lips down onto yours. The contact seemed to light a fire in the sheriff as his ring-clad hands grasped onto your hips, pulling them flush against his. Your tongue escaped to meet his halfway, tangling with need.

This was just what you wanted.

And judging by how your body was lifted and placed onto the nearby barrel, this was just what Yoongi wanted also.

“So I wasn’t seeing things.”

The protector of the town raised a brow while he worked on lifting up your skirt. “Hm?”

“Thought I caught you looking my way a couple of times. Did someone miss me?”

“Hmph.”

As expected, Yoongi huffed, but he couldn’t hide the lift of his cheeks as he lowered your undergarments down to hang off one of your ankles. Just when he was about to reach for his belt, you brought your hands up to begin undoing the leather.

“Let me do the honors.”

Yoongi would have to be a dumbass to protest against your offer. Especially once you got everything else undone and palmed his growing bulge, receiving a rumble of a sigh from his pouty lips.

“Missed having this cock inside me, baby.”

“Mnh, it’s missed being inside you too, kitten.”

Smirking, you reached inside his own underwear and pulled his length out, licking your lips at its reddened and leaking tip.

“I can tell.”

Giving it a few pumps, you then smeared his precum over the shaft before letting go, shifting your bottom enough to rest on the very edge of the barrel. You lowered your lashes while looking up at his ever-darkening expression.

“Come on sheriff—”

You spread your legs as far as they could go.

“Duty calls.”

Yoongi’s gaze lingered on your exposed center until your words snapped him out of it. Nodding fiercely, the sheriff scooted closer to you, wrapping his hand around his cock to align it with your opening. He wasted no time as he slowly entered you, holding back the low growl he wanted to emit.

“I guess you really missed me, huh?”

You were struggling for words at the moment, letting the flutters of your walls speak for you instead. The second he was buried inside, you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your wrists behind his neck. He nestled his face into the crook of yours before starting up a slow yet thorough tempo, grunts melting into your warm skin.

The both of you enjoyed each other’s bodies in that dusty, barren alleyway, less than a mile away from the celebration of love between two of the town’s most important figures. Yoongi was glad that it was a peaceful day. No sight of any bandits or troublemakers who dared to interrupt a special event. Hours ago, he would have said it was a good thing because it gave him time to kick back and relax.

But now?

It was an excellent thing because he was able to make up for lost time with you.

He would have loved to take his time like usual but the circumstances robbed him of the opportunity, especially when he heard a group of laughing people pass by the end of the alley.

Ready to speed this up, Yoongi increased his pace, groaning as you squeezed him in response. Wanting to give you more to work with, the sheriff took the top of your dress and lowered it enough to allow one of your breasts to escape. Before you could say anything, he leaned down and began lapping at your nipple with purpose. The action made a louder than expected gasp to escape.

“Quiet, kitten. You don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

“N-No—”

“Then sit back and enjoy.”

Enjoy is just what you did as Yoongi continued working you up, the stretch of his dick providing you with a friction that had you biting down hard on your lip. You were doing okay up until you felt a thumb rubbing over your clit out of nowhere.

“Y-Yoongi—!”

A raspy chuckle reverberated into your ear. “You like that, Y/N?”

“Yes—” Your hold on him tightened. “I like that a lot—”

The sheriff hummed in amusement as he continued, allowing the heat deep in your belly to burn higher and higher. Just when it was starting to feel like too much, a swear left Yoongi while the hold on your hip tightened.

“Kitten, ‘m gonna come—”

One of your hands crawled up to tangle in his dark locks as you whispered, “Me too, don’t stop—”

Obeying your wish, Yoongi continued his pace until you felt him stiffen and pause. A growl was all you got as a warning before a familiar heat poured into you, triggering your own finish as well. You buried your face in his neck to stifle your cry as you trembled and fell apart.

By the time your orgasm dissipated, you remembered just where you were.

You actually snuck off with the town sheriff to get fucked on top of a random barrel.

Surely someone noticed that either of you disappeared by now.

“Hey Yoongi?”

“Mm?”

“Maybe we should head back now?”

The town protector hummed, bringing his head up to nod.

“I guess. Wish we didn’t have to.”

You giggled, brushing a stray lock of hair off his damp forehead.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

The both of you continued to gaze at each other, neither making a move to part and situate yourselves. Just as you were about to break the silence, Yoongi beat you to it.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

His head tilted. “You wanna stop by my place later?”

Your eyes nearly bugged out at his question. All of your encounters up to this point took place at the brothel. Even for your other customers, you were never invited into their homes, remaining a hidden dirty secret.

“You…are you sure?”

“Yeah. If you’re worried about getting paid, it’s not a problem.”

Of course that’s what he thought the issue was. Typical Min Yoongi.

A short laugh came as you shook your head.

“That’s not it, Yoongi. I just…I’ve never been to your place before.”

A shrug was all you got.

“First time for everything, no?”

“True.” You didn’t let it go though, lifting a brow while narrowing your eyes playfully. “Or maybe you just want to fuck me again?”

Yoongi laughed, shoulders shaking as that gummy smile you were fond of made an appearance.

“Kitten, I could do this all day.”

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