#the body is here but the mind has roamed elsewhere

[tothepointofinsanity]

Allow nonsense to overcome your mind. And go to sleep with pleasant and strange dreams.

[azurelyy]

Let's see if I've been shadowbanned by tumblr for not posting in forever. Also, let's see if this gets flagged for me not knowing the TOS anymore LOL. I know most of my followers are here for Naruto content and I am so sorry that this fucking vampire elf has taken over my brain so much that he's the first thing I've written about in forever!

Title: A Bloody Affair

WARNINGS: NSFW beneath the cut. Period oral. F!reader. Astarion goes feral. Fem!reader. Established relationship and slight Act II spoilers. This is just a drabble(ish... I got carried away lmao), but I haddddd to. I’m aware this has been done to death (no pun intended).

His vermillion eyes were darker than usual as you all sat around the firelight, enjoying a hot meal after an unusually hard day of travel. Specks of orange flickered in his gaze like shooting stars through Avernus’ red-hot sky. His hands were tightened into leadened fists by his sides, his lips formed together in a thin line. He’s hungry, and he’s not even trying to hide it.

Amused, you tilted your head to the side, exposing the faded bite marks from when you last allowed him to feed on you a few weeks ago.

“Everything alright, Astarion?” You hummed. “You look pale. Well, paler than normal.”

Astarion laughed, a dark and twisted thing that left your stomach in knots. Would you ever learn to stop teasing him? It only ends badly for you. Every. Time.

“Me? Oh, I’m just fine.” His eyes slowly trailed down your body, locking onto your midsection before flicking back to your face. “You, however,” his fangs glistened in the pale moonlight as he smiled. “You look a little… hot. Too close to the fire, perhaps? Your cheeks are absolutely flushed, my dear.”

And they were. Knowing what the two of you had agreed to out on the battlefield earlier. Awaiting the moment everyone else fell into a deep slumber while you had to sit there, your thighs clamped together as thoughts of Astarion’s tongue ravishing at your core filled your head… It was torturous. Worse than anything Loviatar could come up with.

Karlach scoffed and playfully covered her ears. “Guys! No flirting around the bonfire, pleeeease. It’s hard enough I’ve gone so long without touching someone. I can’t sit here listening to you two flirt all night on top of it.”

You laughed and whispered a soft 'sorry' while Astarion merely hummed his acknowledgement. The rest of the evening was a blur, your mind occupied elsewhere entirely. Finally, when the sounds of snores filled the air and the last of the firelight flickered away, you got up from your bedroll and slowly made your way to Astarion’s tent.

The flap was left partially open and you found Astarion fumbling with a book. He looked distracted, almost like he wasn't reading it at all. The moment you got to the tent entrance, his eyes were upon you - dark, hungry, lustful. You smiled, heat creeping its way up your neck and cheeks, as Astarion swiftly closed the book and tossed it aside.

“Don’t tell me I have to invite you in, darling,” he drawled. “Come here.”

He reached his hand out and you took it gently as he guided you to sit down in his lap. He sighed and nosed his way up the side of your neck, gently swiping his tongue along your still-healing fang marks. His arm wrapped around your midsection, pushing your back against his chest. He's cold, and a small shiver snaked its way down the entirety of your spine as he chuckled a low, "Sorry, pet."

Sweet kisses made their way from your neck to your jaw, until Astarion gently nipped at your earlobe, his free hand slowly roamed up and down your body, squeezing and grabbing at your stomach playfully.

You moaned gently, running your fingers through his silver locks. Astarion's breath hitched in his throat and he slid his hand down to your thigh. His arousal poked into your ass and you rocked in his lap gently; teasingly. His hand became more desperate as he grabbed at your thigh, thrusting his hips gently. You turned your head and ghost your lips over his, meeting his gaze.

His tongue clicked against his teeth as he stared at you. You twisted his hair round your index finger and smile up at him wantonly. The two of you hadn't been intimate since his confession a few weeks ago. You have let him feed on you since then, but never initiate anything sexual. You wanted him to do it. Wanted for it to be organic. He was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time, and you wanted him to know it; to feel it; to be unable to deny your love for him.

Astarion kissed your forehead tenderly, his sweet mouth cool to the touch against your heated skin. He had been surprisingly gentle with you since his confession. Weary, you knew. He had to fight against his instincts every day, doing what he could to unlearn his past behaviors of doing someone else's bidding. It was going to take time, you knew that. You were okay with it. But when he looked at you like this, when he kissed you softly, it made your heart melt completely. You loved him. You'd never say it first, of course, but the feeling was undeniable to you now. Gods, he was going to fucking ruin you.

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. His tongue parted your lips and hungrily dominated the kiss as Astarion flipped you over, pushing you down onto his bedroll. His hands were everywhere - in your hair, on your stomach, rolling down your sides. Yours did the same, needily pawing at his body as you wrapped a leg around his waist and gently clawed at his shirt trying to get it off.

He broke away, his tongue sliding from your mouth slowly. His breathing was ragged, not as controlled as it had been in the past. You realized he's letting go, not forcing himself with you. He's being... real. It's so sweet you nearly ruined the moment by blurting out a stupid confessional right then, but as if sensing your anxiety, Astarion simply smirked devilishly.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. "And you smell even better. I'm going to enjoy tasting you tonight." His voice was sultry and hypnotic, practically intoxicating. You squirmed under him nervously as he adjusted to his knees and leaned over to unhook the latch of the tent, leaving you both immersed in nothing but the flickering candle light.

He was back over you in an instant, untucking his shirt from his trousers and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the tent. His body never ceases to amaze you. His skin is made of pure moonlight, pale and annoyingly perfect, with abs that would put even the most acclaimed gods to shame. Astarion winked and pushed his knee to your inner thigh, spreading you open like a tome as his hands glided across your body.

Your heart thundered within your chest as he stripped you of your undershirt, delicately removing the straps like a present. The sting of the cold night air hit your exposed nipples and they puckered from the temperature change. Astarion's practiced hands moved up the length of your arms, guiding them up above your head and he captured your wrists together in his grip, trapping you under him.

He kissed his way down your temple, your cheek, your neck; gently licking his way down your exposed flesh until his tongue rolled around your areola teasingly.

You glanced down and met his burgundy gaze. His pupils were completely blown out with lust and he continued watching you as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe over it gingerly. With a loud gasp you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of his tongue completely overwhelm you. His hand dragged its way from your wrists and his thumb and index finger grip your other nipple as he suckles hard, causing your hips to buck and another garbled moan to fall from your traitorous throat.

A wet 'pop' echoed through the tent as his mouth released you. Astarion growled, actually growled, as he slid his hands up your arms again and gripped your wrists, harder this time.

"Hush now, my sweet," his words were sugary but his tone commanding. "I don't want you waking the whole campground. If you do it again, I'll have to force you to be quiet. Understood?"

You nodded in response.

"Sorry, Starry," you whispered. 

He had started making work of dragging your trousers down the length of your legs but stopped abruptly at your apology.

"Don't be sorry, love," he said. "Just don't do it again."

You were way past the point of being turned on - you were practically going mad with arousal as he removed your pants and slowly kissed his way down the length of your stomach. You kept your hands placed above your head, nervous about what he may do if you dared to touch him. It was exhilarating. Filthy. The blood at your core was dripping to the rag placed between your thighs and your pulse quickened as Astarion's mouth worked its way towards your cunt.

Lust-stricken and dizzy, your vision blurred as he gently pulled down your panties with his index fingers, testing you. He was working slowly, playing with his food. Such a tease.

You squirmed beneath him and clenched the muscles in your thighs, eagerly anticipating his mouth against your sopping pussy. A chill ran down your spine as your panties were fully removed, and you suddenly became all too aware of what was about to happen. You peered at the silver-haired man above you through your eyelashes and were pleased to find him entranced by what you were sure was a bloodied, messy affair and your panic decreased ever so slightly. Of course a vampire spawn wasn’t going to shy away from some blood… no matter the source. 

"You know," you did your best to keep your voice calm and gentle. "That we don't have to do this if it's too much, right?" Even though Astarion was the one to propose this little midnight rendezvous, you couldn't help the small sting of fear from creeping its way to the forefront of your mind. You didn't want him to feel any pressure. And you now knew how hard intimacy was for him. You couldn't believe how blind you had been before; how obvious the façade he put on for you was in hindsight, and you weren't going to allow him to put himself in a position like that again. Not ever.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man below you and you almost passed out from how good his breath felt against the thin veil of fabric covering his mouth from where you needed him most. You tried to shut the thoughts of your arousal out as you waited for his answer, but it never came. Instead, he responded with his tongue gently sliding filthily down the blood-stained cloth that was slowly being removed by his deft hand. Astarion’s voice was nearly indistinguishable to you as he ripped the cloth away, pure gravel.

“If I didn’t want to,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your entrance. “Then you wouldn’t be naked in my tent, love. No more talking now.”

His tongue zig-zagged its way through your pussy before you had a full chance to take in his response, and a loutish moan escaped from deep within your throat as the air was filled with a symphony of lewd slurps. His breath was icy from how aching and seething your cunt was for him, and chill after chill overcame your body with each swipe of his practiced tongue. 

He moved your legs to his shoulders as he continued lapping at you like a dehydrated mutt, completely feral for you. Your thighs clamped against his head and you dug your nails into the pillow, clinging desperately onto something to give your soul purchase to the Earth lest it be transported to the fifth dimension. His arms looped under your thighs and he sunk his nails deep into your flesh, marking you as his while he continued licking you desperately. His mouth was rolling over your folds and sucking at you raunchily - every single move he made was audibly wet and absolutely filthy. It was amazing. You were afraid he might lose control, and you almost yanked at his hair to rip him off you, but his tongue slowed then and rolled up the length of your cunt before circling your clit. 

You whined greedily as you rocked your hips, trying to maneuver his tongue to your engorged nub without permission. Astarion immediately withdrew his tongue then, licking his way down to your inner-thigh and kissing your slick skin before piercing you with his sharp fangs. A frosty sensation shot through your bloodstream and you gasped loudly, tangling your fingers into his hair just as the frigid pulses from where his fangs sunk into you melted to an almost unbearable fever. 

Astarion’s nails were embedded into the soft skin of your hips as he drank from you. Your heart banged against your chest like a prisoner trying to escape from their cell and you were certain it was loud enough that it could be heard by the entire camp. Just as your grip started to loose on his hair, his fangs were replaced by his tongue swiping at the small punctures on your thigh. 

“Such a lovely little treat you are,” Astarion hummed, punctuating it with a final kiss to your thigh. “Thank you.”

Thank you. It was so sincere. So intimate. Two words, yet they held such power over your heart. His mouth was against yours again and your core was burning for him. You were needy. Desperate. Your hips thrust up towards him and he pulled away with a hum. 

“Greedy little thing tonight, I see,” he teased. He smirked down at you and kissed your cheek before moving his mouth once again to hover over your entrance. Two nimble fingers pushed into your core as Astarion’s tongue glided swiftly over your clit. An unfamiliar sound erupted from your chest, a high pitched whine, before his free hand was clamped over your mouth. 

“Shut up.” He commanded, and you were done for. Your hands tugged at his hair hysterically as his tongue circled your clit with a brutal slowness. There was no decency left in you. You were nothing but a husk, awaiting Astarion’s mercy of allowing you the pleasure of coming all over his sweet tongue.

Your teeth sank into the skin of his hand while he fucked you with his mouth. He was loud; slurping and sucking at your pussy like he needed it to survive. The air in the tent was unbearably hot. Your skin was sticky with sweat and your lungs hardly had any oxygen left. Astarion pulled back slightly, his fingers pushing in and out of your entrance with lewd squelching sounds as he demanded, “Look at me.”

Without hesitation, your eyes fluttered open and you watched as he dived his face into your cunt again, his gorgeous eyes locked onto yours. You tried to speak but he only clamped his hand harder over your mouth as he continued lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firmly planted against your clit. The familiar coil in your stomach tightened and then released harshly as you orgasmed, your entire body squirming in delight. Astarion moaned through your orgasm, the timbre of his voice sultry as he drank you in like the most lavish of wines.

“Fuck,” you groaned when Astarion released your mouth. He seductively pulled his fingers out of you and licked off the mess you made on them with a smile before he maneuvered himself to spoon you. 

“Wait,” you said, “I wanted to-”

“Hush, love,” he assured. “I promise I’m content with everything. I want you to be comfortable now. Will you stay with me tonight?”

He nibbled at the top of your ear as his arm wrapped around your middle and brought your body close to his. You hummed and nestled into him, allowing him to be your protective barrier. Being this close to him wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed to be this close to him forever. He was security. He was warmth. He was home.

You nodded as you felt yourself start to succumb to the unbearable drowsiness from the day, but you clung to his hand in yours as his finger painted pretty pictures on the skin of your stomach. 

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered. “And thank you.”

“For what?” You mumbled, doing your best to fight against the fade of sleep.

There was a brief moment of silence as you listened to the sound of your heartbeat steady itself. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Astarion nestled his face closer, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek and right as you started to drift away, he said the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

“For being mine.”

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Lavender Haze

Rhysand x Rhysand's Sister's Best Friend/Virgin!Reader

Summary: Having a crush on your best friends older brother isn't ideal. Especially when he has one back.

Warnings: Flirting, sexual taunting and begging.

Word Count: 3,065

Belongs to the timeline and predates Clandestine Love

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“Where’s Ara?” you ask your dinner mate as Einar places a steaming dish before you. The savory scents of the herbs he used on the fresh meat fill your senses, and your mouth waters at its deliciousness. Vegetables swim in a thick cream sauce that looks all too delectable, and the mound of cut potatoes doused in flavor has your jaw tingling. You simply cannot wait to dig in, only able to keep yourself from diving straight into your dinner as the family cook replenishes your half drank glass of sparkling fae wine. “Thank you, Einar.”

The chef dips his head in response then spins on his heel, quickly leaving the room. A bite of guilt pinches your stomach as you watch the green-skinned, normally bright-eyed fae stalk back to the kitchen to prepare dessert. It’s not like Rhysand is that much like his father. While his personality and aura tend to lean to the more arrogant side, it’s usually attributed to the fact that he is a young, confident male, eager to bask in all of the indulgences son of the High Lord is offered.

Said male sita across from you, pinning you to your seat with searing violet eyes. His spine is rigid and his fingers are curled tightly around his utensils as he watches your gaze follow the chef scurrying from the room.

He wants to fire him, no matter how delicious his food is.

Rhysand doesn’t have a right to feel this way. He doesn’t like the rage that coils his stomach, that lights his bones on fire when your soft eyes meet those of any other male in the court. Ever since you’d worked up the courage to kiss him all those months ago, it had ignited something inside of him even he couldn’t seem to make sense of. He shouldn’t be feeling this conflicted over his little sister's best friend of all people, but even he couldn’t ignore your otherworldly beauty, the musical laughter he always ached to hear, feel those gorgeous eyes roaming down his body while you thought his attention was elsewhere. 

The following months after that fateful night had been spent in the Illyrian camps, avoiding you. He’d tried occupying his mind with training or drinking with Azriel and Cassian until he couldn’t remember what it felt like to have your lips pressed against his own, your breasts pressed against his chest, and your scent burrowing so deeply into his soul he might never forget it. 

You couldn’t be drowned by any female nor male he fell into bed with since. Rhys, as sick as it might be to admit it, had resorted to imagingin his partners were you when he couldn’t seem to get off. Horrible, he knows, but you’ve planted that seed and his feelings are an overgrown slew of vines, constricting his inner being.

And now you’re here, across from him. And he’s here, alone with you. And Ara is not here like she should be and his mother isn’t here to form a buffer and his father is away doing Mother knows what and Cassian and Azriel aren’t here to tell him how horrible this idea is, or how if he’d only fuck you it would get these feelings out of his system, at least, the former of the two would say.

Rhysand is in a dangerous situation right now.

He forces his body to relax, slumping back in his seat with the vanity only the prince of Night can convey. Masking his face into something a little more open—a little more nice—he stalls, cutting into the meat on his own plate. Blood spurts as he takes his knife to it, and Rhysand has to force himself from imagining it to be a certain chef's blood instead. “Mother whisked her into the city for dinner.”

“So it’s only you and I?” you blush, stabbing a potato with your fork. It has been so long since you’d last seen Rhysand, and it seems the few months he’s been away have made him even more handsome than you remember, even if his skin looks a little paler from the blistering winters in the mountains and the drink he hasn’t let up on since.

“It seems so,” Rhys answers, chewing.

“And no one else,” you murmur, almost breathless as your heart begins to race in your chest at the thought of what you and him could be getting into all alone, if he hadn’t decided to run from you. 

Rhysand quirks a brow, looking down the table as if looking for someone else, and replies, “How did you come to that conclusion?”

Rolling your eyes, you mutter, “Asshole,” under your breath, and Rhys fails to bite back his smirk. Both of you fall silent as you eat, only the sounds of your hammering heart and utensils filling the void in the luxurious dining room. You’re not sure how the family doesn't feel lonely like this, eating at the table built for an army. You can’t even hear Einar shuffling about in the kitchen, no clanging of pans or low curses if he creates something his perfectionist self doesn’t deem a ‘creation of the Gods.’

You can’t help but to glance at Rhysand, drinking in the sight of him. His straight nose, the curve of his cupid’s bow as he places a spoonful of vegetables and cream sauce in his mouth. His thick lashes are dark, so dark it looks like he’s let Ara around him with some of her kohl again. They’re long as well, brushing the apples of his cheeks when he looks down at his plate, and you’re envious of them.

Too long you’ve gone without seeing him. The most dramatic male you’ve ever set your sights on, running from you after you’d finally worked up the courage after months of pining to kiss him. It was after Ara had fallen asleep and you found yourself on the balcony, gazing up at the stars, his company warm and welcoming.

It had been everything to you then, the confidence you felt, the rush of adrenaline as you caught him off guard, the feel of his lips against yours, soft still, even if they were wind-chapped from the long flight. He hadn’t reacted, you hadn’t given him the time to, yanking yourself back just as quickly as you leaned in and running off to Araphel’s room, your mind screaming at you that it had been a horrible idea.

But you couldn’t ignore the emotions spilled between the both of you, the times where his hand had brushed yours or his touch lingered too long when he’d muse your hair, stroking the shell of your ear. You couldn’t ignore the heated looks Rhys shot you every time you spoke to another male, nor the way he always found an excuse to interrupt you, guiding you away from them with a large hand on the small of your back.

And maybe it was your silly little heart for wanting him. For crushing on your best friend's older brother who exudes confidence and can have any female in the court he wants. Any female on the continent, even.

The silence is damning, though, and you wish you could be how you were the night you’d kissed him, sanguine and bright with the idea that this could be your true love's first kiss. Of course, the fleeting press of his lips was enough to solidify many things for you, but you’d been unsure about Rhysand’s feelings on the matter, and by the time you’d found the courage to talk to him about what had happened, he’d already fled back to the mountains.

You’d kissed plenty of males since then, dragging Ara for nights out at Rita’s because Rhysand and his friends always raved about it. A part of you thought that he might walk in and see you in another male's arms, tear you away like the warrior-prince he is, but sadly, it hadn’t happened. 

And you have to say that you’re more than a little confused. He’d been blatantly glaring at Einar while the chef served your food. Had he heard about the kiss you shared with the young chef when Donan hadn’t allowed Araphel permission to go out one night and you spent it with the staff the High Lord kept around the house? It was all for a silly drinking game, but the green-skinned fae’s cheeks had been bright pink after the both of you stumbled back from the pantry, lips bruised and eyes shining bright with liquor. Maybe he had overheard some of the handmaiden's gossipping about it after all these weeks? Or maybe, the darkness always knows.

Now, the both of you are here, alone, staring at each other over the delectable meals prepared by the chef you’ve tasted once before. It hadn’t been anything like the peck you’d shared with Rhysand. In that millisecond of the brushing of your lips your world had shifted, body set alight with shooting stars and setting free the wild butterflies in your stomach. 

He has that glint in his eyes, the same one he always gets when he’s watching you, the one that heats your very core. And as you chew the potatoes in your mouth, you muster that confidence into yourself once more.

You will it into the marrow of your bones, rolling your shoulders as you prepare yourself to get exactly what you want. If there is no one here to interrupt, then the stage is set.

“Whoops,” you feign, allowing a drip of cream sauce to slip off the end of your utensil on the way to your mouth. It lands on the bare skin between the plunging fabric of your dress, and you catch Rhysand tracking the movement as you reach for your napkin to dab at your skin. “Spilled a little.”

Rhysnad hums, “You should be more careful, darling. Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty dress of yours, now would you?”

“No,” you agree, ever the dream of poised elegance. You pop a vegetable into your mouth, chewing for a moment, before continuing. “I wouldn’t want to ruin my dress at all. But, if it’s meant to be, I can always have another one made.”

In that moment, you know you’ve got him. The stars in his violet eyes wink out as darkness settles in, pinning you to your chair. His look sends a shiver up your spine and you know that he is no longer hungry for the food plated before him.

Rhysand flares his wings a little and bites back a curse. For too long he’s been living at the Illyrian camps. There’s no one here he has to compete with for your attention, no one he needs to show off his wingspan to, though, by the way that your half-lidded eyes trace across the membranous skin of them, perhaps he’ll flare them wide when you’re beneath him.

It’s a line that he hasn’t crossed with you yet, one that he promised himself that he wouldn’t. You’re his little sister’s best friend for Mother’s sake, not just another female simpering after him because of his familial ties. You’re…much more than that, and he shouldn’t be thinking about crawling across this fucking table and licking that cream off of your chest and burying his head between your breasts.

“Meant to be,” he echoes, and you hum, tilting your head back with the motion. The exposed skin of your neck calls to him, even more so when you swipe a finger, capturing the sauce and popping it into your mouth to suck on. Your cheeks hollow exaggeratedly, and his cock strains painfully in his pants. He growls your name, a tenor of darkness that curls through your body like the icey patches of snow on the way into the city.

“What was that Rhys?” you ask, batting your eyelashes now. The meal in front of you is long forgotten, your hunger for this male insatiable. The way Rhysand makes you feel, despite only sharing a whisper of a kiss, well, you think you could be mates someday. “Did you need something?”

“I need you to stop doing that before I come over there and make you stop myself.”

You moan a little, legs falling wide under the table. “I think I might like that, though.” 

Rhysand’s nostrils flare as he drinks in the scent of your arousal, thick between your thighs.

“You’re supposed to be a Lady, darling. Who taught you to speak like that?” he purrs, tapping a perfectly manicured nail against the table. You know that he’s only doing it to try and dispel the tension leaking from his body. You can scent it in the air, the raw, heady smell of him that threatens to send you right to your knees.

“You,” you moan in response. You can feel him creeping into your mind, watching. Waiting.

“And you always listen to your superiors, don’t you, darling?”

“Yes,” you hiss, squirming in your seat as those black claws of his rake gently across your mind. Your fingers curl around the arms of your chair, your spine arching at the soft caress. “Rhys, please…I need you to touch me.” 

It’s a simple request, one he’s always indulged you in.

In a moment he’s gone from his chair only to appear behind you, winnowing far faster than stalking around the edge of the table to reach your seat.

He looms over you like a touch of darkness crowding you in, and you revel in it. The hue of his eyes is a dangerous violet, set with lightning striking in the distance instead of stars. It lights you up, your breath turning faster, the beating of your heart thunderous in the silence of the dining room. 

You can see the war in his eyes when you tilt your head back, resting it on the back of your chair. You press your breasts out a little, and watch with rapt attention as his eyes flicker down the front of your dress before he rips them away, the line of his mouth tightening at your hidden tease of a smile.

In your head, late at night, you’ve touched him; a hand around his silky, long cock, mouth pressed to his desperately, too. He’s tasted your slick on his tongue, reveled in it, hardly able to hold himself back from crawling up your body and fucking you how he wanted.

But you’ve never had sex before, and as much as you want to, as much as you’ve tried, Rhysand has been holding back.

Maybe it’s because he’s nervous to cross that line with you. You’re his little sisters best friend for fucks sake, and he’s going to be High Lord someday. Sure, he’s slowly making his way through the camp girls, trying not to grunt your name when he fucks into them, because you’re never far from his mind. 

Maybe it’s because he’s scared, if his sister or father ever found out. Araphel might be happy for the both of you. It’s a thought he has less often than the opposite, if she’s upset that he’s stealing one of her only true friends, and he doesn’t want that. 

Maybe he’s afraid he won’t be able to hold himself back.

Your name is a growl on his lips. A warning, one you don’t have it in you to heed. So you go with your next best idea, taunting.

“I guess I’ll have to drag Ara down to the city when she gets back then,” you say with a sad sigh. You pick up your fork and force your eyes from Rhysand’s burning ones. You shrug a little, spearing vegetables with your fork. “Fuck whatever male I come across there.”

Rhysand is hardly able to hold himself back from baring his teeth. He won’t allow that, ever.

You can feel the tension roiling in his body as he stands at your back, his food long forgotten. You’re not faring much better with the ache pulsing between your legs and the dinner that’s turned to mush in your mouth. 

“I’ll turn any male that touches you to mist.”

“Are you planning on doing that to yourself, too?” you quirk a brow as you glance his way, faking your disinterest despite the way that your core goes molten at his words. 

Rhysands eyes darken in response, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

Your words are working, you can see it in the way that he holds himself back, body nearly shaking at every thought you’re planting in his mind. You know he’s on the verge of cracking, that he wants this just as badly as you do, so you continue.

“What if I told you that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Would you fuck me then, Rhysand?” 

“What?” His voice takes on a dark tone, the stars winking out from his eyes.

“If I told you that chef Einar was the one to do it, to bend me over his worktop and fuck me, what would you say then, Rhys?” 

“I’d say you’re a liar. And that I’ll kill him either way.”

“If I spread my legs for him just like this,” you continue, leaning back in your seat and opening your thighs wide. His fingers ball into fists but he doesn’t move from his spot, still planted behind you, trying his best to ignore the way your scent hits him like a sword to the gut. “And let his hands roam down my body just like this—” You startle at the loud sound coming from the kitchen, pots falling to the floor in succession. It makes your hands that you’re dragging down your body falter, and before you can continue, your wrists are pinned in Rhysand’s harsh grip, his breath heavy against your throat.

“You should be very, very careful about what you’re going to say next, darling,” his growl sends your bones rattling, shivers wracking your spine. You wish it weren’t the harsh wood at your back but instead his warm body, holding you tight. 

“I want you to fuck me, Rhys,” you gasp, and it sounds like a desperate mewl. “I need you to fuck me.” 

Rhysand’s mouth is a whisper against your skin, a brand of night.

“If I’m going to fuck you, darling,” he purrs and your insides melt. “Everyone is going to know it.”

[cockslutpadalecki]

I’m so desperate for a Rafe smut where he says “I’ll only put the tip in.” And I have a feeling that you’re the one that could write it😂 just putting that out there

Gimme An Inch

Characters: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader.

Words: 1.1K.

Warnings: dub-con, drug taking, vaginal sex, cream pie, intoxicated reader (not drugged), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for almost a year, and it’s all because of my rewatch of Outer Banks that I finally got inspired. So here it is, to celebrate season three dropping this week! Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“C’mon baby,” Rafe grits out into the column of your throat. His voice is heavy, split through with lust. His fingers roam beneath your skirt, plucking at the hem of your panties.

“Not here,” you husk back, pathetically pushing against his chest. Marginal effort is all you manage. It’s not like you want Rafe to stop what he’s doing… you just don’t want to do it here. 

The bass of the music from the party shakes the ground beneath you, lights from the front porch of Topper’s house flooding the immediate vicinity around it. Rafe’s car is parked just out of the light’s reach, keeping you bathed in darkness, but you’re still worried someone might see. In the open doorway of his truck, he stands in between your spread legs, the cool but contradicting sticky night air swirling around the cab. 

You glance out of the windscreen as he places heavy kisses against your collarbone, trying to suss out whether anyone is watching you. Scattered crowds of people hang around outside, smoking god knows what and the occasional outburst of laughter pulls your attention further from Rafe. Yet it’s quickly dragged back by him pulling your panties down and you focus on him as he stuffs them into the pocket of his shorts.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see us,” he assures thickly, lips hot against your jaw.

“How d’you know?” you reply with skepticism, hands covering his as they delve back under your skirt. He doesn’t even look up to reassure you face to face— merely mutters into your ear that it’s fine. 

Nobody’s gonna care. Loosen up, it’s a party. Everyone’s hooking up.

His words do little to ease your anxiety, but the warmth of his cockhead skimming through your pussy lips divert your thoughts elsewhere. The fear of being caught by Rafe’s friends is suddenly overshadowed by the elephant in the room.

“We can’t,” you protest again, but it lacks the proper sincerity. Your body buzzes with coke and alcohol, veins alight with heat. You want to, fuck, you really want to.

“What’re you so afraid of?” Rafe sighs, impatient. 

“Getting pregnant,” you hiss back. “Have you got any protection with you?”

“Left them at home,” he shrugs like it’s not a big deal. You scoff, but he’s quick to reassure you. “It’s fine, I’ll pull out.” 

“Remember when you said that last time?” you remind him sharply. “I had to take a pill.” 

Rafe smirks. “You don’t normally mind takin’ pills.” 

“Asshole,” you smirk back, familiar heat coiling in your gut as you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance, teasing. You open your legs a little wider to let him move closer, the warmth between your legs now almost scorching.

“Hey.” He leans in, kissing you. Messy and full of intent. “I’ll only put the tip in, promise.”

“K,” you comply. Without a moment to allow you to reconsider, Rafe slides in. Just the tip— like he promised. “Oh god.” 

“You like that, huh?” He licks and nips at your mouth, encouraging you to let him in. Your tongue slides over his, moaning as he pulls out, the head of his cock keeping your pussy gaping. 

He slowly slides back inside you— keeping his promise, just the tip. He pauses briefly, then he goes in a little deeper. 

“Rafe,” you chastise and he apologises into your lips, pulling back his hips until he’s nestled just inside your entrance. In a haze, you flop back onto the front seat, your head swirling with dangerous levels of potent arousal. 

He repeats his movements— shallow thrusts in and out. But it leaves the rest of you wanting more, your core aching for fullness. You keep the plea for him to go deeper behind your lips. You don’t want to go back on your word, knowing that if you do, Rafe will hold you to it for future reference. 

But you let me do it last time. 

You’re spacing out— the drugs and alcohol slowing your reaction time before you realise he’s sliding in deeper. Deeper. Deeper. 

“Noo,” you whine thickly, “you said just the tip.” You try to wriggle up the seat, but Rafe grips your hips too tight. 

“Oh shit baby, I’m sorry,” he apologises on a hazy loop, yet he makes no attempt to stop. You push against his chest, urging him to pull out but he doesn’t. Instead he rattles off, “Fuck baby, I can’t, I’m sorry, you just feel so good.” 

He’s fucking you to the root now. Deep, stomach-aching thrusts that make your eyes roll up to the roof. Stars dance in your vision, but you can’t be sure if it’s actually the night sky you’re seeing through the gap in Rafe’s windscreen. 

“R-Rafe,” you stutter, “you gotta pu-pull out.”

Sparks of electricity short out all over your body, making you forget your train of thought. Why would you want him to sto—oh.

“C’mon baby, don’t make me stop now,” he grunts above you. “Not when you’re so close.” 

His thumb swirls over your clit, pressing gently down on it. Your hips cant towards him, sliding him in deeper and you cry out, coming until stray tears run into your hairline. 

“Oh shit. See.” His tone reeks of I-told-you-so. “Why would you want me to stop when I can make you come like that, huh?”

“C-can’t come inside,” you beg, flutters of heat from your climax still making you dizzy. 

“I promise I’ll pull out,” he tells you again. He readjusts his grip, practically tugging you off the seat and onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” you repeat in a stupor, Rafe fucking you to the point where you think you might pass out. 

“Yes, that’s it, baby.” You hear him say, but he sounds so far away. Somewhere off in the distance, out of reach. The only sensation tethering him back to you is the ripples of his cock as he thrusts back into your gaping pussy. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.”

“R-af-pull-ou,” you garble, your tongue too thick for your mouth.

“But I’m so fuckin’ close, fuck right there, oh shit, I’m gonna-” 

His thrusts slow, deepening to the point where he holds himself inside you, hips bruising against the backs of your thighs, before barely pulling out. You don’t have time or the energy to stop him, the sudden heat of his cum warming you from the inside out.

Rafe slumps over you, pressing wet kisses to the curve of your breast as he apologises heavily over and over into your skin.

Just felt so good. 

Couldn’t help myself.

And like an idiot, you take it as a compliment.

***

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[ikigaisvt]

dirty dancing

in which you get a little too excited about seeing your boyfriend on stage.

pairing: idol!chan x reader words count: 2.4k content: smut, idol au warnings: kinda switch!chan x switch/brat!reader, semi-public sex (they don't get caught but it's implied everyone ends up knowing), talk of jealousy, kissing, begging, swearing, dirty talk (m giving), hair pulling, teasing, edging (m receiving), blowjob, orgasm (m receiving), petnames (for reader: babe, baby, vixen, whore) pls lemme know if i forgot anything :) note: haiii! this is inspired by dirty dancing (new kids on the block ft. dino, dokyeom, vernon) so credits to them/the writers for the lyrics i used (in italic between each paragraphs). this is absolutely not inspired by the title of the song so don't expect someone to dance/do a strip tease for someone else 😭 also had to include idubily chan (go look for pics in case u don't know Him) in this someway, somehow,, minors/ageless blogs dont interact or i'll hard block u. hope everyone enjoy!

Roll that body, feel the energy

Chan has always been made for the stage and that’s something he knew from a young age. His love for dancing, for being cheered on and noticed has always been the biggest driving force of his life. His fans, too, have always been the most supportive towards their music and their stages. Here he is, performing in front of his fans for one of their Japan concerts of the Follow tour. He just went through Highlight’s routine with his Performance Team members before starting to perform I Don’t Understand But I Luv U, one of their newer songs. He puts his all in, trying to concentrate on giving his best – and he does – but his mind keeps going back to you and how you’re waiting for him backstage. Chan loves his fans and he is the most grateful for them; they gave him a chance to make his dreams come true. But despite being loved by so many people, Chan really awaits only your praises to know he did well on whatever he’s working on. Ever since you two started dating 2 years ago, your opinion has been the most important; he would hate to disappoint you, in any way. As his body keeps moving naturally through the moves – despite his mind being elsewhere – he realizes him and his team are nearing the end of the song. He tries harder for the last minute, you on his mind as his biggest strength to do his best; to always do his best.

I know that lingo, I think that she’s into me

Him and his three brothers stand still for a few seconds after doing the last move as the crowd cheers so hard he can hear it through his in-ears. The lights go out and they start to exit the stage as the screams never stop; it feeds into that feeling that settles in Chan’s stomach – a fire, something burning. He feels it overtake his thoughts as he finds himself backstage, in-ears off, searching for your eyes in the crowd of staff. He finds you, sat down on a chair in the corner – you probably chose this spot to watch the performances on the TV without being in the way. However, when he sees you, your eyes are already on him, as you take in his outfit, how his hair fall down on his forehead and the way you can feel the passion overflow from him. What he doesn’t notice is how much you want him; seeing him perform on stage made your belly ache with desire, made you want to please him. He slowly walks up to you but you don’t have the patience to wait a few more seconds; you almost run up to him, immediately taking a hold of his hand, not even answering his pleas, before dragging him through a series of corridors to the small – unoccupied – dressing room.

“Babe, what’s happening?” he says as he stops abruptly, closing the door behind him, “Are you okay?”

“I-” you start, not knowing how to explain you’re horny without him making fun – at least a little bit ­– of you, “Fuck,” you whisper as you take a hold of his face and kiss him fervidly. Your hands roam on his chest, to the opening of his shirt, working another button open as Chan gets lost in the kiss, in your scent, in the way your hands play with his outfit, his hair, lighting his skin on fire.

“Baby,” Chan mumbles in your mouth, trying to break free from your hold on him, “Fuck, baby, we can’t- I have to go up on stage,” he says under his breath after breaking the kiss, your forehead resting against his.

“Please,” you already beg even though he hasn’t even touched you yet, “Just let me suck you off,” you whisper, playing with his shirt’s buttons as his fingers tighten on your hips. That’s when you know he wants it; he thinks it’s a bad, bad idea, he knows he’ll get in trouble – no matter how good you are, he won’t be able to come in time. But when he sees your pleading eyes, lips slightly jutting out, as you grab down at his shirt, his determination breaks down. You can see the change of answer – and behavior – in his eyes as you sink down on your knees, his hand finding rest on top of your head as his cock twitches in his pants.

You’ll get me in a whole lot of trouble

“Was I that hot, up there?” he teases you as he brushes back your hair, your hands working his pants open.

“Hm, yeah,” you sigh in pleasure at the way his hand feels in your hair – and at the sight of his hard-on, “You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type because I can bet there are people in this crowd who wants you as much as I do,” you tease him back as you rub his cock through his briefs.

“You, not jealous? You should have seen your face when I showed some of the DMs I got on Instagram,” he sneers, blood instantly going to your face as you remember vividly some of the texts – and the jealousy you felt.

“So what?” you say, ticked off, as you rub his dick harder in your hand, precum oozing at the tip, leaving a wet spot on his underwear, “Should have told you to flirt back with your lovely fans? To give them what they want?”

“Enough about them,” he breaths out, leaning his head back as pleasure builds up stronger, faster, hotter in his body, “Come on, baby,” he whispers as he looks back at you, taking a hold of your hair and bringing your head closer to his hips, “You wanted to suck me off, didn’t you?”

You roll your eyes at his comment – knowing you’ll get pay back for this later, before getting his briefs down and holding his cock in your hand, jerking him off slowly just to tease him. You see his patience wearing off as seconds tick by, his jaw clenching, his eyes turning darker, his hand tightening in your hair. You can read what he thinks off his face; when he’s had enough, when he decides to come into action and make you take it and just as he’s about to speak, you take his tip in your mouth which he answers to with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, baby- Fucking finally,” he swears which makes a giggle erupt in your throat as you take him deeper, resting your hands on his thighs.

You don’t linger on the way you suck him off; you don’t stop taking him faster, rougher, deeper, always trying to get him closer to his release. You look up at him, his hands tightening against your skull as low moans come out of his mouth constantly, his eyes almost rolling back but he holds it off, trying to look at you through it all.

Feel the bass, feel the boom, feel the rubble

“Babe, can you hear that?” he asks through moans, as you stop sucking him to stroke him instead, “We can hear the music from there,” he whispers getting a hold of your face as you kiss the tip of his thumb.

“Hm,” you answer him as he plays with your lower lip before sinking his thumb in your mouth which makes him shudder. You two stay like this for a few seconds before he quivers, feeling the pleasure build up almost too much. As the first song comes to an end, you both start to hear different sounds but the one who stands out the most is the sound of someone walking down the corridor leading to this dressing room. Chan realizes after you, still in that pleasure-filled haze, his eyes widening and he starts to put distance between the two of you before stopping him.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, “I locked the door,” you whisper, your thumb rubbing his tip as you can hear a new song playing in the dome, the walls and the floor vibrating with the notes.

“Fuck, baby-” he moans lowly at the feeling of your hand on him, “you’re a little vixen, aren’t you?” he starts again as the sound making him tense get further away. You giggle, proud of how you got him to be, and stay, with you.

“You’re getting me in trouble, you know?” he sneers, hand feeling heavier on the top of your head as you smile innocently up at him, precum still dripping out of his tip, getting on your fingers.

“I know,” you say with a smirk, “but you’re loving this trouble,” you chuckle as you lick your own fingers coated with his pre-cum.

Caught up in the daze, caught up in the maze

His eyes get darker at the sight, thoughts running wild – your innocent mouth usually saying sweet words but now here you are, licking him off you – as you beam up at him, guessing how hot he thinks you are.

“Get to work, whore,” he tells you, pulling at your hair as you take him back into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste and the heaviness of him, “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Bet I’m getting you dripping right now,” he groans, as you feel him twitch in your mouth, “And I’m not even touching you.” He can feel the pleasure build stronger, his fingers tingling with want for more as he loudly moans, your hand pinching at the sensitive skin on his thighs.

“Fuck- I’m so close,” he mumbles, gripping at you harder as you suck at his head harsher before slowing down, always trying to build his want even higher, and letting go of him to take a breath.

Time is standin’ still, but I’m already late

“Baby- We gotta be quick,” he tells you, pushing back some hair out of your face, “Come here,” he says as he brings your face closer to his hips with a hand on your cheeks. He holds his cock in one hand as you open your mouth to let him push his cock into you, “Fuck- You feel even better than a second ago,” he moans, his bliss building higher and higher – waiting to come crashing down.

Before he can come, he hears sounds outside the door – he can almost hear voices calling out to him but his brain quickly focuses on you – you are everywhere; your hands rubbing at his thighs and abs, your sounds as you take him in – as you drown in his scent, in who he is, your eyes, looking up at him with a universe shining in your pupils, filling with tears as his hips bucks, faster, harder.

“Fuck, I think the song is over,” he mumbles under his breath, “Come on, make me cum, make me cum,” he urges you, voice breaking, as you take him deeper, not needing to keep stroking the rest of him – you choke on him, on his scent, on his heaviness.

Imma need an alibi

He knows, deep down, behind the pleasure you’re giving him, he’s fucked. Completely, utterly fucked. He’ll get out this room and will have probably a minute to make up something, a reason as to why his panting, his eyes and cheeks reddened and his pants wrinkled. He tries so hard to buy himself time, to make something up right now but you’re so much, he’s losing all coherent thoughts. You’re the one who has him in your mouth and yet he can taste you on his mouth – he moans at the memory of your taste, of your moans when he pleases you – oh, how much he wishes he could have you right now.

I’m tryna think of something, I can’t concentrate

“Fuck, my little vixen,” he groans, as you feel him twitch in your mouth, as he chases his orgasm, “I can’t even think of anything but you and your sweet, sweet mouth,” he mumbles, his hips bucking again, “I’m so close,” he says again, gripping your hair harder, “Don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans before cumming down your throat.

If before was getting burned, then this is fucking hell; his eyes rolling back as his head tilts backwards, his hand holding you still as his hips work himself through his bliss, bruising your throat. You feel him everywhere, all the way down to your belly. It’s when he starts to feel sensitive that he slows down, until coming to a stop and pulling out of your mouth. You’re proudly looking up at him, Chan still in the post orgasm haze to realize he needs to run.

He looks down at you before gently patting your head; “How are you feeling?” he asks you, your eyes still shining a little and your cheeks reddened.

“I’m okay,” you whisper, your voice coming out huskier than usual – you know you’ll need a lot of water after this, “I really am,” you reassure him after seeing how worried he got at the sound of your voice. You get up, Chan cleaning himself up and pulling up his pants, before you cross your arms behind his neck as you kiss softly.

“You did really well, by the way,” you smile after your kiss, looking at him oh so sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” he blushes before kissing you again, one of his hands resting on your cheek, “You did, too,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.

“Thank you,” you giggle, “So, when are you leaving me?” you ask him, knowing he forgot where he was and what he needs to do.

“What-” he starts, confused of your question, before realizing he is late for his show, “Fuck! Fuck, baby, okay,” he says as he lets go of you, walking to the door, “I need to go! I’ll talk to you later, okay? Don’t go anywhere,” he tells you after opening the door – as soon as he gets out, he runs down the corridor, not even waiting for your answer.

“I won’t!” you scream behind him as you watch him get to his stage, “Love you!” you say before he disappears in the corner. A few seconds after, you hear him answer with a screamed “Love you too!” before you get back in the dressing room, smiling to yourself.

Chan, apologetic as ever, but more energized than before, gets back on stage a little later than planned – he gets disapproved looks from his members and he knows he’ll get scold after the concert. But he’ll always like a little trouble with you – and a little dirty dancing.

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it 🫶 do leave a like/comment/reblog if you liked it and i'll love u forever 🫶

[megantrancyfanfics]

Better than me? Kyojuro Rengoku x female reader smut

Warning: public sex, jealous sex, overstimulation, fingering, teasing, pet names, creampie.

Tags: @animupiglett

Notes: once again, Rengoku is rotting my brain so you’re getting more content I’m sorry this rut might be over soon but who knows

Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

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When Mitsuri suggested for all the hashira’s to go to a mixed bathhouse together, everyone was joyous about it. After all, it would be a relaxation trip; meaning no crows were to interfere unless it’s absolutely an emergency.

The thing that feared you, was it being mixed. You and the flame hashira have been flirting back and forth for a while, with no understanding of what he wants. Is it all just fun to him? Or is the flirting meaningful?

~~~~

“Aww c’mon now y/n don’t be so shy!” Mitsuri exclaimed taking out her final braid.

“How are you so confident Mitsuri..?”

“It’s simple, I just don’t care what others think about my body, because at the end of the day it’s my body. I’m not here to please anyone but myself. Plus if anyone does dare to say something mean to me Obanai will kill them” she says with a giggle.

“Just flirt if it feels right.” Mitsuri continued with another giggle before grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the changing room before you had the chance to grab a towel to cover yourself.

Rengoku, Giyuu, obanai, shinobu, And Tengen we’re already in the bath. The loud slaps of both yours and Mitsuri’s bare feet alerted the ones already in.

“This is gonna be so fun!” She giggles letting go of your wrist and jumping into the spring before going over to Obanai, Giyuu and shinobu.

You felt 2 pairs of eyes on you: both Rengoku and Tengen were staring at you like a predator laying eyes on its prey.

“My my y/n! Who knew you were hiding that Divine body under that baggy uniform!” Tengen said as you walked into the water, his eyes roaming your body.

‘Just flirt when the time feels right’ Mitsuri’s voice rang through your mind as you took a seat beside tengen.

“Oh? Divine enough to become a fourth wife?” You ask flirtily, making Tengen chuckle.

“Maybe, suma as been wanting an addition to the family.” He says with a wink. “If it does happen, I’ll make sure to treat you good.” He says huskily.

You playfully fanned your face and let out a quick “oh my~” before looking at Rengoku. His gaze and expression dark, only for it to snap back into its usual happy go lucky expression.

Rengoku let’s out a laugh. “My my! Tengen I do believe you’re allowing a problem to grow under the water!”

Both you and Tengen blank stared at the flame hashira, you being the first to catch on. Your body jolted as your face turned red. “Oh goodness! I did not mean for that to happen!” You exclaim moving over to sit beside Rengoku.

Tengen’s cheeks turned a shade of pink as he slid farther into the water. “ ‘s fine..I didn’t mean for that to happen either..I hope it doesn’t effect us.” You quickly shook your head no, before the three of you moved off of the subject at hand to talk about random missions and demons. Before long 2 hours had passed, merely all of the hashira had left to reside back in the hotel besides the 3 of you.

“Well, it’s been so flashy to talk to the two of you, but this hot water has me over cooked!” Tengen says with a laugh standing up, making you advert your gaze elsewhere.

“You two better not spend too much longer in here or else you’ll pass out.”

“Right! But it’s also good training to endure the heat!” Rengoku exclaims as Tengen leaves the spring to grab a towel. A quick “yeah yeah” leaving his mouth as he went to the changing rooms.

“So, you didn’t want to take a peek at tengen’s dick when he stood up?” Rengoku asked quietly and darkly, making you look at him.

“What?”

“I mean come on you flirted with my best friend in front of me! I’m rather shocked you didn’t wanna sneak a peek. Didn’t he say he’d treat you good? You should have snuck a peek at what he was talking about.”

“Now where is this coming from? Don’t tell me the flame hashira is jealous of a silly little flirt!” You coo playfully making Rengoku huff.

“Is it just a mere silly flirt when you’re flirting with me?” He gets close to your face, your lips inches from touching as he lowers his voice. “Because it certainly isn’t when I’m flirting with you, my dear y/n.” He says so quietly if he wasn’t as close as he was you wouldn’t hear it. He captures your lips with his, the kiss slow, sensual, you were able to feel the love Rengoku was wanting you to feel from that kiss.

When you pulled away, you locked eyes with him. “It’s not silly flirting when I flirt with you, Rengoku. I have deep feelings for you.” That’s all Rengoku needed to hear. Before you knew it, you were pulled onto Rengoku’s lap, your legs resting against the sides of his thighs as he slid his hand down to your pussy. Two fingers instantly started to rub your clit.

“Mm. That’s what I’ve been wanting to hear.” He coos before kissing down your neck until his lips latch onto your nipple, his fingers quickly turning you on, so much so you couldn’t help but to roll your hips to gain more friction. When your release started to build up, Rengoku stopped toying with your nipples and leaving little love marks around your chest, and slowed down his pace.

When you were about to protest, a gasp left your mouth when 2 of his long fingers entered your cunt.

“Aww if you’re already looking this fucked out and satisfied maybe I don’t need to make you mine in another way than just asking you out.” He says darkly, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt, before finding your g-spot when you arched you back and let out a whine. Rengoku quickly slapped his hand over your mouth before quickening his pace, abusing your g-spot. He felt your legs starting to shake and your pussy tighten.

“Now we can’t be getting caught unless you don’t want to feel that sweet release I know you’re so desperately close to receiving. Be a good girl and be super quiet for me. Once we get back home I’ll have you screaming for me ok?” With that, you were sent overboard, your orgasm washed over you, legs shaking even after you were coming off your high. You were embarrassed though, as Rengoku pulled out his fingers, and removed his hand from your mouth to place them on your hips, you were still horny and craving something to be inside of you. You moved closer to rengoku’s cock, once on top you couldn’t help but to roll your hips, letting out a satisfied “mm” when having something rubbing against your clit.

“My, someone’s eager.” He coos, surprising you when he rolls his hips. “Even though you just finished you want more?”

“Yes please I want it so bad, I’ve been wanting this for so long, I’ve been craving you. I want you Rengoku.”

A small smirk was on his lips as you felt his cock slip into your cunt. A soft moan escaped while biting your bottom lip. His movements started off slow, experimenting with each thrust before tightening his grip on your hips, eyes locked with yours.

“Remember to keep quiet.” He says before ramming into you so hard you start to see stars. Your hands rest on his shoulders, nails digging into them.

Dirty praises were murmured into your ears, but to be quite honest you couldn’t make it out all of your attention was drawn to your limit that quickly approached.

“Oh my stars, you’re tightening down on me so much.” He groaned out. “Do you think Tengen would be able to treat you better than me? Better than how I’m making you feel right now?” He asks, his hot breath tickling your neck before closing his mouth around your sweet spot to abuse it.

“N-no way..you’re making me feel so good kyo. I wouldn’t want anyone to even try to make me feel like this.” You moaned out, earning a satisfied mm from the man.

The man pulled away from your neck, his head falling backwards as his thrusts became sloppy. “Y/n you feel so good.”

“I’m so close” you whined, making Rengoku lock eyes with you. “Me too.”

“I want you to cum inside me Rengoku.”

“A-are you sure?” He stuttered out, you could tell he was fighting back his orgasm. With a nod of your head, both of you reached your peak.

Rengoku helped both of you ride out your highs before helping you off his cock and out of the hot spring.

“My Rengoku, I didn’t see you as someone who would be down to do such a naughty thing in a public place.” You say with a wink before capturing his lips with yours before pulling away.

Rengoku chuckled. “This place is meant for relaxing after all, dear y/n. Now go clean up. I wouldn’t want you making a mess and leaving evidence of what we did. I’ll wait for you so we can walk to our rooms together.”

End

Sorry for disappearing and coming back with such a crappy fanfic I promise I’ll be writing a better one soon! I hope y’all are doing well

[anatee]

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron x Reader Smut 18+ | MINORS DNI.

Content: Female!Reader x Poe, a few curse words, one very bad pun, smut: suggestive talking and mentions of previous encounters, risky, hickeys, fingering, piv (unprotected), just filth really

Word count: 3.64K

Author's note: Finally had the time to write something for Poe - and when I tell you I am feral for this man. I wrote this in a few hours, on a roll. Enjoy.

Poe: I'll be back tonight.

A smile spread on Y/N's face as that message lit up her datapad. Poe was finally coming back from his mission, safe and sound, and there were no words to express how much she missed him - in fact, her whole body did.

It all started no longer than two months earlier. They had been teasing each other every time since Y/N joined the Resistance a year earlier, but on that particular evening one thing let to another and before they knew it, they were all over each other, making love passionately in his quarters.

Ever since then, each and every tease had a double meaning, and they could both confidently say they had a thing going on, as there was always some sexual tension between them waiting to be resloved. Her being a mechanic and him being a pilot, they didn't have any difficulties to make up excuses to see each other quite often.

Me: What a relief. I've missed you.

Y/N's response was sincere, but it was also safe - she could not stop herself from teasing him a little as well.

Me: So has my body.

She knew it would do the trick. She knew he was absolutely obsessed with being touchy, with almost worshipping her body as he often whispered breathy compliments while his coarse hands roamed all over her skin. Hence, his quick response didn't surprise her.

Poe: You can't be sending me messages like that or I'll have problems flying the ship.

Me: Oh, why? Did I fluster the greatest pilot of the Resistance? ;)

Poe: I'll get you back for this.

Me: Is that so? And what are you gonna do? Have another mechanic check your ship?

Even though she thought she had the upper hand for a moment, Poe retaliated quickly - he was no ordinary opponent in that type of conversations.

Poe: Be patient, love. Although considering how little patience you had last time when you were all over me, it may be difficult...

The audacity - as if he weren't the needy one, showing it each and every time he pulled her towards himself aggressively, grabbing her thighs, hips, wrists, anything he could dig his fingers into, roughly at that, because he had little patience, too.

Me: You loved every second of it.

Poe: Yes, I did. But it was you begging for more, wasn't it? ;)

Me: Oh, fuck you.

Poe: You will.

Her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed, the feelings this message caused in her burning in her abdomen.

That guy. No one in this galaxy could make her feel even something remotely close to what he did. She was weak for him in every sense of the word, always craving more of what he had to offer. It was going to be hard, these few more hours of waiting...

Poe's X-wing landed at the Resistance base at night, among the sounds of loud cheers. Many people wanted to greet him, congratulate on the successful mission... And he was happy to meet them, and be safe home again, but his mind had been wandering elsewhere all day.

He took his ship to the hangar and there was immediately surrounded by his friends. He only caught a glimpse of Y/N in the crowd before General Organa called him in for a report; he decided to go and meet Y/N later - he had a feeling the moment he actually spoke to her, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

As a mechanic, she immediately started checking his X-wing for any damage it might have sustained during the mission. The hangar had become empty and quiet by the time she started fixing a minor fault in the flaperon. It was only her, dim lights and every sound echoing against the walls of the spacious room.

"Look who we have here."

Y/N felt as though an electric shock surged through her body as she heard that familiar husky voice right behind her. She almost dropped her tools, then composed herself quickly before turning to face him, adjusting her tight grey shirt.

Poe was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his X-wing in a khaki shirt and his favourite jacket, a smirk on his face. She bit her lip; she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he was every time she saw him. There was just so much to love, so much to desire - the big hands, the wide shoulders, the sharp jaw and the lucious hair, even more attractive now that it was a bit messy.

"Look who's back," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as well, trying not to show how much she wanted to throw herself over him. That week away from him made her realise how much she got addicted.

"Missed me, love?" he asked as if he did not know the answer, looking her up and down.

"Maybe." She shrugged, also realising they were both just playing.

She wanted to tease him so more, but he had other plans. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to himself, making their bodies bump into each other. She chuckled, then gave him a smirk.

"And who's impatient now?"

"You can't imagine how much I needed you," he whispered into her ear, nibbling on it just slightly, barely, and yet that was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Glad you're safe," she whispered back, and he pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm happy you're safe, too." He put his hand on her cheek, then moved his thumb over it affectionately. "You already fixing this?" he added, indicating the flaperon.

"That's my job, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but that's not the priority, really. I need your help in the cockpit. I've had some issues with the joystick."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow.

Before she could ask more, Poe climbed the side of his X-wing, then jumped into the cockpit swiftly. He beckoned her to follow, and so she did, staying on the ladder next to the ship.

"You should get inside here to see," he said, indicating the small cockpit.

"Inside?" She raised an eyebrow. "This cockpit isn't exactly a fit for more than one person."

He couldn't help but smirk again. "Afraid of getting close to me, my little mechanic?

He knew she wouldn't back down from such a challenge, and he was right. Without a second thought, she quickly climbed inside the cockpit and had no choice but to sit in his lap, trapped between his chest and the controls. The moment she did that, she realised how easily she had fallen into Poe's trap.

He let out a snigger, putting his hands on her hips. "And now... I have you right where I want you."

"I should've predicted that..." she said in defeat, as though she didn't enjoy every second of it.

He laughed again, clearly satisfied with that response. "I told you I'd get you back, love... Tell me you weren't basically asking for it. I'd say your messages were quite clear."

Having accepted her fate, Y/N smiled, bathing in that blissful feeling of his large hands on her body. Even through the material of her pants, it was enough to make her feel just that much hotter.

"I suppose there is another joystick that needs my attention here, huh?" she bit back just to hear another snicker, his hands slowly wandering up the sides of her body and down again.

"So cheeky," he said as if it were a compliment. "Can't help but love that about you." He was so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"I get that from you, flyboy."

"Flyboy?" he almost sounded offended, but, at the same time, his playful tone didn't leave him. "You know, I'd admit... I've always had a fantasy to do this here." He kissed her neck, softly at first, just to plant two more, passionate kisses right after. She let out a small sigh; the hickeys he left on her the night before his mission had barely healed, and she knew that he would not stop himself from creating new ones, especially now that he knew all her weakest points.

"I figured as much." She chuckled. "I guess this is called a cockpit for a reason."

He laughed against her neck, hot breath tingling the spots that were already wet from his kisses as his hands kept roaming. He kissed the side of her neck again, finding a particularly sensitive spot right on her artery, which he grazed with his teeth, earning another sigh from her.

"You know... I've missed you too much to be watching your back," he said sensually, his hands gripping her hips again. "I want to see your eyes as I work my magic..."

Poe helped her turn on his lap in the small cockpit, then pulled her as close to himself as possible, their chests colliding.

"Now, that's much better, isn't it, love?" he said quietly while his eyes wandered to the revealing cleavage of her shirt. "You'd put that on for me?"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, Dameron." She put her hands on his shoulders. "You know I always dress like this."

He wasn't buying it - or, at the very least, he didn't want to.

"But you knew I'd be coming to have all of this for myself. And I can think of only one thing when I see you like that."

Before she could react in any way, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft skin he worshipped so much while his hands slid down to squeeze her buttocks.

"How come you always smell so good?" he said groggily, his voice alone making her heart beat faster.

"Showers, flyboy."

He opened his mouth for a moment, then stared at her in mild disbelief.

"Feisty, are we?" he asked eventually, unwilling to admit defeat. "I see... I'm being too nice to you. Perhaps you should show me how much you missed me. I am, after all, a tired hero..."

Finally, she gave in and decided to act, too. She quickly started helping him out of his jacket, and he understood immediately, raising his arms slightly so she could take it off. She threw it over the side of the ship and let it fall to the hangar floor, then leaned in just slightly. For him, it worked immediately; he grabbed her jaw with both his hands and pulled her to himself almost posesssively to kiss her with hunger. The desire they had been both feeling during their separation finally starting to resolve. He didn't restrain himself one bit, almost devouring her through the feverish kisses. He let his tongue taste her, too, remembering what a wonderful taste it was.

The kissing and breathing sounds echoed in the empty hangar, with occasional moans and grunts in between they could not control. While Y/N kept her hand on his nape, pulling him closer, his arms were exploring her body, as if trying to touch each and every inch of it.

The moment she shifted slightly to adjust her sitting position on him, he pulled away, letting out a short groan. She knew that sound already and looked down.

"Someone's got a little excited there."

He traced her jaw with his finger. "You can't imagine how many times I was sitting there and wished you would be here... Just like that."

"Dreams do come true, Commander."

Using his rank was another thing that did it for him. He grabbed the straps of her shirt and pulled them down so the material fell and uncovered her breasts. He took a deep breath at the sight as he realised she had no bra on. The sight seemed to have rendered him speechless; he forgot everything he was doing to stop and marvel, so she seized the chance. She grinded herself against him, slowly, catching him my surprise. He let out a small gasp, one that satisfied her greatly.

"Keep up with me," Y/N said teasingly, and she could almost see the lust gleam in Poe's eyes when she did.

"You asked for it," he replied huskily, knowing what he could do to her just by using that voice.

His hands reached for her pants. He unzipped them, then she stood up and, although it was a bit difficult in the small cockpit, he eventually managed to take her pants off of her. She was left in her panties and her shirt half down - a view he could get used to.

Y/N wanted to straddle him again, but he shook his head and pushed her ever so sligthly against the controls.

"No, stay there..." he uttered quietly, his eyes taking in her figure. "Oh, I'm gonna remember the view. You look so fucking hot right now, Y/N."

She propped herself up on her elbows, biting her lip as she took in the compliment. He was enjoying the view in front of her, too; his cheeks were flushed, his hair even more messy than before, the upper part of his shirt unbuttoned, showing some of his collarbone.

"You aren't so bad yourself, Dameron," she replied, wondering what he was planning.

His large hands first dug into her thighs, massaging them just for a moment before one of them wandered straight between her legs. He began slowly rubbing her against the white material of her panties, making her squirm immediately. It was only then when she realised how touch-starved she was; touching herself on her own was now nowhere near as satisfactory.

Poe seemed to enjoy it a little bit too much when he noticed how each and every one if his rubs provoked different reactions from her. Sighs, soft moans, her biting her lip to stop herself and spreading her legs wider almost absent-mindedly... He knew he would not be able to control himself for much longer. Her reactions were one of the things he enjoyed most about all of their encounters.

"Seems like you needed me just as much... But why so quiet, love?" He looked her straight in the eye, wondering where his favourite moans went to - especially the ones mentioning his name.

"Quiet?" She panted. "I'd say I'm being too... Loud..." Another soft moan escaped her lips as he picked up the pace, the material between his fingers already wet.

He chuckled. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell lot louder than that."

"This isn't exactly a private place... What if someone hears?" she asked between heavy breaths as he did not stop, quite the contrary, he focused on rubbing her clit directly, having learned that works like a dream.

He seemed completely unbothered, shrugging. "The best pilot of the Resistance has his needs. And it so happens hearing these moans of yours is one of them."

He used his free hand to close the cockpit, cutting them out from the outside world with a triumphant expression.

"Don't restrain yourself, love."

Having said that, he grabbed the material of the panties and moved it to the side, uncovering her soaked folds. His fingers went back to work at once, this time flesh to flesh, driving her crazy in a matter of seconds.

He slipped in two of his fingers inside her almost effortlessly, then began pumping in and out quickly, making her throw her head back as she buckled her hips to meet even more of his touch. He smirked at that as his other hand kept on circling her clit.

"I don't have enough hands for everything I want to touch..."

"But you have something else," she breathed out as her body was begging her to have him inside it. As pleasurable as what he was doing was, his fingers were simply not enough. She craved all of him, especially after missing him and worrying because of his mission.

For a moment, she heard nothing but pounding of her heart in her ears as she reached for his belt and unbuckled it.

"Well, won't you look at that." He smiled smugly, taking his hand back for a moment. "A week without me and you've become wild. Maybe I should leave more often?"

"Don't you dare," she hissed, still panting as she unzipped his pants.

He wasn't going to stop her, he didn't even tease her - instead, he lifted his hips slightly to allow her to pull down both his pants and boxers, uncovering his erection. She looked at it shamlessly, then glanced back between her legs, where the wetness was starting to drip down her thigh.

"Seems like we both have to be taken care of."

"How fortunate," he grabbed her by the hips again. "May I?"

"Not you asking now like you didn't fuck me senseless the night before you left."

He smirked again, getting even more aroused at the memory of that night. "Oh, sorry for being a gentleman, love," he said sarcastically. "Let me fix that."

Before she could react, he aligned her position, then lowered her onto his cock roughly, earning a yelp out of her. He let out a short grunt, keeping his eyes on her face so as not to miss any reactions.

"Not so confident now, are you?"

"You... Oh, fuck..." She took a deep breath, trying to adjust herself to such a sudden change.

He sniggered yet again. "That I will, love."

The first thrust of his hips felt like a sigh of relief after days of longing. They both needed that, probably more than they thought up until this moment. He was dragging his cock slowly but with power, helping himself by guiding her hips while she started responding. The smallness of the cockpit made them unable to escape anywhere; they were as close to each other as possible, Y/N's nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest. He filled her up to the brim with every thrust, still slowly, allowing both of them to relish in the bliss of the moment.

His hands moved to grab her ass firmly and kept on guiding her while her mouth travelled to his neck this time - she wanted to leave a few marks for him as well.

"I could do this all night," he rasped, their hips rocking in unision.

In response, she only let out a short cry against his neck as his cock found a particular spot, and the pleasure it gave her almost made her lose balance. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her cheeks flushed.

"Poe, faster," she moaned, unable to bear the feeling of release almost coming and then quickly going away every time he slowed down.

These two words almost turned him feral.

"Oh, what was that?" he asked even though they both knew he heard her loud and clear.

"I beg you," she whispered, placing a pleading kiss on his neck.

"Now that's what I like."

A triumphant expression took over him as he leaned her against the controls, taking some of her weight off of him. It allowed him to move faster just like she wanted, and hell, he enjoyed it too, feeling almost an animalistic need for the inevitable orgasm building up inside him. He really didn't need much; she turned him on mkre than anybody did.

He moved as fast as he could in the position they were in, bathing in the blissful sensations and sounds coming out of her, not even caring if someone was going to catch them. The sweat on her forehead, her throwing her head back, and everything happening right there, in the cockpit of his ship as he had fantasised... It was enough to drive a man crazy.

She kept on rocking her hips to match his movements and meet him deep inside, just so he would keep on hitting that spot which felt best. She noticed how he furrowed his brow and his breath became heavier, letting her know he was close. She could not blame him as she herself felt she needed just a few more thrusts.

"Come with me, love," he said breathily, prompting her to grab his shoulders tighter. Yes, she wanted to do that, it would be such a bliss...

"Poe... I'm so..." she wanted to tell him she would, but words failed her. Instead, immense pleasure washed over her as she felt herself gush all over his cock.

Mere seconds later, he filled her up to the brim with his cum, swearing under his breath. He had been waiting for this, and the indescrabibly pleasurable sensation was worth the wait.

Moments later, everything stopped, and they both fell into each other's arms, breathless. Y/N slowly raised herself, letting his penis slip out of her, his cum followinig right after, some of it landing on the pilot seat.

"Now... That's gonna leave a stain."

He glanced down and shrugged. "I'll have something to remember this by. I'm addicted to this. To you," he said in a hushed tone, then leaned in to leave a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I believe I could told you the same." Y/N smiled, wondering how she could have ever lived without this.

"Just so you know," his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer again, "we're doing this again. Now. We have seven days to catch up on."

Damn. He got her all exicted again in mere seconds, barely after allowing her to take in the orgasm from a minute earlier. It seemed like her legs were opening again just as he spoke, her body remembering how wonderful it felt to be connected with his.

"I am definitely not going to stop you."

"And this time..." His hands wandered up from her hips straight to her breasts. "I believe these two need my attention."

[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 16

Cordi swipes the dishes to the floor with one arm as he lifts and sits me onto the wooden table with the other, his lips never leaving mine.

When I had decided to come to Texas for a visit during the power outage back in Helena, I hadn’t realized his whole family would be gone on their annual camping trip. The only reason Cordell was still in Austin was because the Rangers had gotten a break in a case and he was required to be nearby.

We have the whole ranch to ourselves, no prying eyes or fear of being interrupted and we are taking full advantage of that. I have missed Cordell much more than I care to admit. He has become a drug and I was addicted.  

Cordi’s hands roam my body as mine do the same. The muscles of his biceps are sinewy and firm; the veins prominent through his t-shirt.

His lips slide across my jaw and down to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I throw my head back, giving him more room to explore. The scruff on his face is coarse against my skin but I relish the burn. I want to feel it elsewhere; I want to have his head between my thighs.

Cordell slowly kisses across my exposed shoulder, his deft fingers gently pulling the strap of my sundress down my arm as his lips follow. 

"God Y/N," he murmurs as he repeats his actions on the other side. "I've missed you."

He pulls back and our eyes meet; his pupils almost conceal his hazel irises. The look of desire and longing is prominent in his features. 

"I'm here now," I whisper as I let the top of my dress fall to my waist, revealing my bare chest. "Use me as you wish."

My words apparently flip a switch in the tall Texan because he growls low before he presses his face into my bosom, pushing until my back hits the tabletop.

Cordell wastes no time in cupping my breasts in his hand as his licks and nips the skin of my cleavage. His large hands massage my tits before he pinches my nipples between his finger and thumb. My back arches off the table as I cry out my pleasure.

"I can't wait to be inside you again," he says as his hands leave my chest and slide down my abdomen. "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now on my Mama and Daddy's table. Okay?"

I whimper at his words, biting my bottom lip as I nod. I know I'm already ruining the wood with my slick dripping onto it.

When Cordell flips my skirt up, he stops and his eyes widen before squinting and looking up at me. "Have you been like this the whole time?"

I nod again, a small smile on my face.

"While we cooked dinner and talked, this pretty little pussy was bare? All I had to do was put my hand up your skirt and feel it?"

"Yea," I answer breathlessly as I watch him look back down at my most intimate part.

"So," he says as he slides his forefinger around my labia, barely touching my skin. "You - planning to seduce me? What if my family had been home?" He inquires, coming to the apex of my lips and stopping. 

I shrug because truthfully I didn't have a good answer. I had taken a chance and it just happened to work out in my favor.

"Oh so lil miss pantyless can't defend herself huh? Well, what should we do about that?" Cordi questions and he cups my mound. Before I can respond, he pulls his hand away and slaps it back against my cunt.

I practically levitate off the table. My body is in overdrive. I never knew something like that would feel so……..good. I am having an out of body experience as I hear myself moan wantonly.

“Oh, somebody likes that,” Cordi chuckles before doing it again. I am completely out of my mind delirious as I can feel my muscles contract around nothing and my pussy getting wetter.

My eyes snap open as Cordell spreads my legs and presses his face into me, using his tongue to open my lips and lick at my entrance. 

“Mmm, tasty,” he mumbles into me before he latches onto my vibrating clit and sucks. I scream at the sensation and slap a hand over my mouth. He laughs before pulling away. “We are miles and miles from another house Y/N, be as fucking loud as you want. Scream my name,” he says as he goes back to eating my out; this time adding a finger into the mix, wiggling the tip against my entrance before pressing into me. 

“Fuck Cordell,” I pant, my fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh god. That feels good.”

Cordell adds another finger in me and starts pumping his hand in and out as he sucks and licks my clit. I can feel the coil in my stomach twisting tighter and tighter and I know I am going to soak his family’s dining table. And I have absolutely no qualms about it. 

When Cordi adds the third finger and the stretch of it burns, I whimper but it doesn’t faze him. He continues his actions, beginning to nip at my swollen bud. As soon as he touches that spongy spot with his fingers, I see stars and my scream probably scares the horses in the barn outside. 

My whole body is shaking and my legs feel like jello as I come back to my senses. I once again open my eyes to see the tall Texas Ranger looking down at me, his fingers still lodged inside my pussy.

“Fuck Y/N. You squirted all over me, the table and the floor,” he says with awe in his voice.

“Sor-sorry,” I pant, feeling a bit embarrassed but Cordell just laughs. 

“Don’t apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he says as he leans forward and captures my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue and smile.

“I’m so hard, I could probably carve marble,” he mumbles. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Please?” I beg.

It takes him no time in getting his belt undone and his jeans down his long legs. The monster I met before slaps up against his stomach as he pulls his boxers down and my mouth salivates. I’d almost-almost-forgotten what he was packing. 

“So it’s still okay to go bareback?” he asks, his hand wrapping around his massive dick.

“I’m on birth control and clean,” I say. 

“Okay,” he nods and then steps back between my thighs, lining up with my core.

The stretch of my pussy around his cock is magnificent. I can feel every ridge and vein as he pushes into me until he is seated all the way.  We both take a minute to breathe and I look up at him to see his attention is concentrated to the spot where we are connected.

“Damn,” he whispers. “Feels just as good as the last time. Y/N, ready?”

“Cordell Walker, if you don’t start fucking me this instant-” I don’t get to finish my empty threat as he pulls almost out of me and slams back in. “Fuuuuck! Oh god, yes! Just like that.”

Cordell continues to pull out and slam in over and over again while my voice proceeds to get louder and louder until I know tomorrow I am going to be hoarse as hell.

He places my legs on his shoulders and leans over, his palms flat on the table surface as he thrusts hard and deep over and over. I can feel my orgasm building and I know I’m going to drench his dick with my spendings.

At the same time my climax hits, there is a creak and then we both crash to the floor. Cordell doesn’t let up, probably because he is on the precipice of his own end as my mind conjures up the fact that we just broke his family’s dining room table.

Cordell roars as his dick twitches inside me and I feel his hot seed filling me up. As soon as he is finished his head hits my shoulder and he starts laughing.

“What’s so funny Ranger?” I ask.

“I just fucked you so hard, we broke a century old table! Mama is going to be livid."

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[madiomens]

Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Nineteen

We had a 6 AM flight to the next country, landing in Germany around 8:30. We rolled into the Airbnb at 9:15 all shells of ourselves from the insanity that last night was. We all made our way to the bedrooms to try and get some rest before the show tonight. There wasn't VIP for this show, so the guys didn't have to get to the venue until around 2:30 to help finish setting up and do a quick soundcheck. Noah and I claimed the master bedroom and closed the door behind us, collapsing on the large bed in the center. I rolled onto my side and he scooted closer, chest flush against my back. He slid his arms around me to hold me tightly. I laced my fingers through his that were around my midsection and hugged his hand to my chest, sighing contentedly. 

I stirred around 12 and rolled over in Noah's arms, eyes landing on his sleeping face. I smiled and brushed the hair off his forehead, the strands shorter from him cutting his hair again.

"Mmm." He mumbled, rolling onto his back and taking me with him.

I chuckled as I stretched the length of my body down his, my feet right above his knees. "Noah." I said, poking his cheek.

"Mmm mmm." He protested, shaking his head. 

I chuckled again and placed a kiss on his lips, pulling back to see him peeking at me through his eyelashes. "We need to eat before going to the venue." I said softly, propping myself up on his chest.

"But I just wanna stay here." He whined, pulling me closer so my head dropped onto his chest.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, placing a kiss over his hoodie. "Me too but we have jobs to attend. You have some very dedicated fans to please."

"That I do." He said, tightening his arms around me.

I sighed and pushed myself up to get out of his grasp, causing him to protest with a groan. I laughed and shook my head at him before crawling out of bed and holding a hand out for him. He sighed and grabbed my hand to let me help him out of bed. We made our way to the bathroom to brush our teeth quickly before opening the bedroom door to leave. He smacked my ass when I walked past him and I turned to smack his chest, causing him to laugh. He bent down to kiss my cheek before making his way down the hall.

I watched his back with a smile, shaking my head at him. My eyes landed on Nicholas standing in his doorway watching us, grin on his face. "What?" I questioned confusedly.

He shook his head. "You two are so in love."

I furrowed my brows as a weird pang hit my chest. "No we aren't."

He chuckled and turned to follow Noah down the hallway. "Whatever you say, Maddie."

I chewed on my lip with my brows still furrowed before following them to the kitchen area. The guys put together 'family noodles' which we quickly scarfed down so we could get our stuff together for the show.  We arrived to the venue right on time and started setting up the rest of the stage, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept mulling over Nicholas' comment from earlier, the inside of my lip raw from me chewing on it so much. 

There's no way Noah and I were in love. Definitely not this fast. I've only been on the road with the band for a little over a month, and even if it does feel like it's been a lifetime, it hasn't. There's no way I could be stupid enough to let myself get attached to a man this fast again. Not when I promised myself I'd never let it happen again since the last time.

"Hey." Noah said, rubbing my back and jerking me out of my thoughts. "You ok?" He questioned, concern on his face.

I nodded, forcing a small grin. "I'm fine."

He furrowed his brows as his eyes roamed my face, as if picking apart the lie I was forcing.  "You can tell me what it is when you're ready." He said, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek before joining the other guys to help finish up the stage.

A pain shot through my heart at the gesture. He is so unbelievably thoughtful and caring, which makes my heart soar and break all at the same time. I don't know how it happened, but the 6'3 brunette has somehow weaseled his way into my heart without giving me time to stop it.

And that scares the fuck out of me.

I know Noah is nothing like my ex. I know he would never in a million years put his hands on me, or speak to me anywhere close to the way my ex did. I know all of this. But somewhere deep down, my brain is telling me to pause. It's screaming at me that I'm stupid and that I'm letting my guard down way too fast. That I'm only going to be hurt again. 

I took a deep, shaky breath and slowly let it out before making my way backstage to start getting ready. I had no motivation to go all out tonight, so I just applied some mascara and put on my brow gel, leaving my face bare. I pulled on an oversized black sweater with leggings and my Doc's before pulling my hair into a high ponytail, pulling out some pieces to frame my face. I pulled my lip down to look at the damage my anxiety has given me, and sighed when I saw the bloody teeth marks on it. I looked at myself in the mirror, mentally willing myself to shove my thoughts to the back of my brain so I could efficiently do my job tonight. Noah walked up to me when I walked out of the bathroom and I gave him a close lipped smile before walking past him to make my way to the crowd.

"Maddie?" He questioned, grabbing my arm. "What's going on?"

My eyes met his concerned ones and another pain shot through my heart. He doesn't deserve this, but my brain won't let me stop. "Nothing, I gotta get to the fans for the opener."

I walked out of the backstage area before he could say anything else, knowing that if one more word escaped his mouth I'd be a blubbering puddle of emotions and anxiety. I pushed the negative thoughts aside once I started greeting everyone, offering fake smiles to them. 

"Maddie! How are you and Noah?" A fan questioned at the front, causing others to turn their attention towards us.

I forced a smile and laugh before answering. "Good, thank you for asking." I bent down to open a package of waters to blink back the tears that threatened to surface. I handed out bottles to people along the barricade, tossing a few further back. "I hope you guys enjoy the show!" I yelled, smile plastered back onto my face.

It took everything in me not to zone out while I sat on my box during the opener. I swung my feet back and forth to give my body some sort of way to relieve the anxiety clouding my mind. Before I knew it, it was almost time for the guys to go on. I decided not to go backstage to see them before, knowing everyone would be asking me what was wrong and probably wind up being late going on stage. My phone buzzed with a message and I pulled it out to see Noah's name on my screen.

'Where are you?'

I stared at the message, chewing on my lip as I tried to come up with an excuse to type back before he sent another text.

'What's going on? Did I do something?'

My brows furrowed as emotions bubbled up over how I was making him feel. How am I supposed to tell him that he is all of a sudden the most important person in the world to me but I can't let him be? I sighed and typed back a message.

'I'm fine, the fans are a little overheated. Gonna stay with them. Good luck <3'

I locked my phone and put it back into the pocket of my leggings with a sigh. Using the fans as a cop out is pretty low, but I can't muster up the courage to go backstage and make eye contact with his big brown eyes. I would crumble underneath his stare immediately. The lights went out, interrupting my thoughts as the screams rang throughout my ears. I took a deep breath as a smile slid onto my face watching everyone's excited faces. Something that can instantly put me in a better mood is witnessing pure joy from people.

The entire show Noah kept sending me concerned looks, slowly cracking away the front I had up. As soon as Just Pretend started, I felt myself tearing up at the lyrics and melody as Noah's voice glided through the air. I made the mistake of looking up at him, instantly making eye contact with his big eyes. My breath caught in my throat while we kept eye contact, the words piercing me like a knife.

'I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face

And not a day goes by where I don't think I. feel the same

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out?'

My eyes welled up with tears as he sang, my vision becoming blurry while I desperately tried to will them away. Everything inside me screamed to break the eye contact, but every part of me was also unable to. As if this song didn't already have enough meaning to me.

The song ended and the lights went out, causing me to blink and turn my face away from the stage. I wiped the tears inconspicuously that escaped my eyes, rubbing my fingers off on my sweater. I forced myself not to look at the stage the rest of the show and all but ran backstage once the guys finished, hurrying so I could pack my stuff and avoid the worried stares. 

"Maddie?" Noah's voice came out, causing me to pause as I was packing my makeup bag. "Baby, what's wrong?" He said, gently resting a hand on my back.

I chewed on my lip as I teared up again. I stood up as I zipped my bag, avoiding eye contact. "I'll talk at the house."

"Hey," He said, halting my movements and placing his hands on my cheeks to force me to look at him. "did someone say something?" He said, eyes searching mine. Concern was etched into every feature of his face, chocolate brown eyes boring into my hazel ones. 

I chewed on my lip more before he brought a thumb up to pull it from between my teeth. "Sort of. It's ok." I said, voice coming out barely above a whisper. "I'll talk to you at the house." I said before grabbing my bag and leaving the bathroom before the flood gates opened.

I rushed outside to the car, sighing when the door closed behind me and I was left in the silence. I laid my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes, trying to calm my brain down. It felt like only a few minutes before the guys were climbing in with me, the smell of sweat confirming Noah probably rushed them to leave. I saw Noah look down at me from my peripheral before he brought his hand to mine and laced our fingers together, thumb rubbing the back of my hand. I let myself give in to the contact from him and laid my head on his shoulder, causing him to lay his on top of mine. At this moment I didn't care that he was sweaty from the show, I just needed to let myself give into his warmth one last time for awhile.

We got to the house and climbed out, all of us making our ways to our separate rooms. I paused outside of Noah's as he walked in, heart pounding so hard it could leap from my chest. He turned to look at me, furrowing his brows.

He nodded his head towards the room. "Come on."

I sighed and walked in, closing the door softly behind me. I leaned my back against it and closed my eyes, dropping my head backwards so that it hit the door with a soft thud. "Noah." I whispered.

"Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, hand landing on my arm and causing me to open my eyes.

I chewed on my lip more as my eyes searched his. "I have let myself get too attached too fast." I said, voice even more of a whisper than before.

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"I promised myself." I said, pausing to take a deep breath. "I can't let myself fall for a guy just for him to pull the rug out from under me and break my heart."

His brows furrowed deeper, frown on his face. "Maddie, you know I would never."

I clenched my jaw and broke our eye contact, unable to speak my thoughts if I looked at him any longer. "I think I need to slow down."

"Wait, what?" He questioned, softly placing his hand on my face. "Maddie, where is this coming from?"

I sighed as tears filled my eyes. "Nicholas made a comment about us being in love earlier and it reminded me of how stupid I was being. It's barely been past a month of tour and I'm this far deep into you."

"You're not being stupid, I'm in deep too." He said gently, trying to pull my face to look at him. "Come on, baby, look at me." My brows pinched together as I let him turn my face, tears falling down my face the second I made eye contact with him. "I am all in. I only want you." He said, brushing my tears away with his thumb. 

I shook my head as the tears kept flowing, a sob threatening to bubble up. "I only want you, but I need time to be ok with that."

"What do you mean?" He questioned, placing his other hand on my face. "What do you need to happen?"

My chest heaved as I struggled to even out my breath, the sadness on his face breaking my heart. "I just need some time. I'll sleep in the extra room."

His eyes searched mine, brown orbs filling with tears and breaking my heart even more. He nodded, leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. "Whatever you need, baby." He whispered, voice shaky and cracking.

I chewed harshly on my lip as the sob choked me, holding my breath to push it down. "Thank you." I said before slipping out from under him to leave the room and make my way to the spare.

"Maddie." He called at my back from his room, causing me to turn and face him. He had tears on his face that matched mine, cheeks red from emotions. "Come back to me."

A half of the sob escaped me and I nodded before slipping into the room and quickly shutting the door behind me. I covered my mouth with my hands and slid down the door, body shaking as I fully let the tears out. I sobbed into my hands, tears sliding down my sleeves and head pounding through the pain I was feeling. A soft knock came on a door across the room and I jumped before my eyes landed on Folio emerging from an apparently shared bathroom. 

"Maddie?" He questioned softly.

Another sob escaped me, causing him to rush across the room and crouch down to my level. He pulled me into a hug and rocked us back and forth to try and console me, violent shakes taking over my body.

"I always fuck good things up." I said through my tears. "I can't let myself be happy."

He pulled back to lift my face, pushing the hair off it. "What happened?"

"Nicholas made a comment about us being in love and my brain spiraled, reminding me how stupid I was being." I said through my shaky voice.

He furrowed his brows. "Stupid? How?"

"Because," I started, hiccup interrupting me. "I haven't known him for very long and I'm already so attached."

He softly chuckled and wiped tears from my face. "And that's a bad thing?"

I nodded as more tears fell. "Yes because the last time this happened was my ex you met."

Sympathy washed over his face. "Oh, Maddie." He said, causing me to go into another crying fit. He wrapped his arms back around me. "You know Noah is nothing like him." He said, causing me to nod against his chest. "Trauma is a nasty thing, and it needs time to heal. I understand if you need some time, but just know Noah is a good one. I've seen the way he looks at you. He's all in."

"That's what terrifies me." I cried out. "How could he be all in with me? I'm just Maddie."

He pulled my face up so I would look at him. "You don't even realize how amazing you are." He said, wiping my tears. "And how incredibly fucking lucky Noah is that you have chosen him. So many guys want to be in his shoes."

My eyes searched his as my tears slowed down, realization hitting me. "Folio...."

He shook his head and wiped more tears from my face. "It's fine, you don't have to say anything. Just know Noah is lucky and will make you the happiest woman ever if you let him." He said, soft grin on his face. "I know you'll never love me the way you love him."

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes at his confession, watching him wipe more tears from my face before pushing himself onto his feet. He pulled me to mine and steadied me with his hands on my shoulders, soft smile on his face. "Thank you for always being here for me regardless." I said softly, voice cracking.

He rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "That'll never change."

He walked out of my room and closed the door to the bathroom softly, leaving me with my thoughts and tears for the rest of the night.

[blackjackkent]

Continuing Hector's terrible day by logging back into the game and IMMEDIATELY having him get mocked by a random goblin guard for having fallen for the warg shit trick:

Anyway, going to try to figure out where Halsin is being held. The quest marker is fairly vague so I think this is going to require asking around.

"A druid? Can't be sure - got one of 'em chained up below, though. Just follow the hollerin'."

Sounds promising and suggests he is indeed inside the corrupted Selune temple/prison, which is just great because Hector wants to be literally anywhere else right now.

Also implies that the correct direction is downwards, which doesn't clear up as much as you might think. This place is a real maze; perhaps Selune is also the goddess of not being able to find your way anywhere.

Another interesting encounter - a Zhentarim trader (who Hector, with a passed history check, recognized by the logo on her outfit), who had some potentially useful insight:

"Goblins sell the best prisoners - cheap, quiet, and eager to be elsewhere. Till this crowd converted and started sending their captives to Moonrise Towers, at least."

She didn't have any info on what Moonrise Towers *is*, though - except that a lot of prisoners of the goblins (or potentially just *these* goblins, and therefore the Absolute) are being headed that way.

The real interesting bit, though, comes when we wander into a back hall and find the goblin's leader, a big hobgoblin named Dror Ragzlin. He is standing over the body of a dead mind flayer, reciting off a magical spell.

"Shuugaan, a shuulkac. O taash okec dor. I command you, corpse: speak! Reveal truth to the Absolute!"

"Nothing. Must be reading it wrong."

He glares at Hector as the group approaches.

Narrator: The hobgoblin turns to you, and the parasite squirms in your skull. You taste the ale on his tongue and the bile in his soul. The vision clouds your inner eye for a brief moment once again. You see the hobgoblin, bowing before the armoured elf you'd glimpsed before. The elf speaks of the hunt for a great weapon, and the rewards that will go to whoever finds it. The hobgoblin's eyes gleam hungrily.

"If it isn't another True Soul." Ragzlin smirks, lounging back on his heels.

Narrator: He doesn't speak his next words, yet they still rattle your skull from within.

"You ever talk to a dead squid? Now's your chance."

Hector has not, nor has he ever wanted to, but perhaps there's information to be gleaned here, so he tries to mask his discomfort as he walks towards the dead illithid.

Study the corpse. Was this the mind flayer that tortured you?

Narrator: This mind flayer's build is smaller, its garb plainer - a fearsome creature even in death, but not the one that tormented you. Yet it, too, roamed the nautiloid. It would have seen you, known you...

"Absolute says the dead squiddie had a weapon. I reckon the killer nabbed it and scooted off to that looter camp," Ragzlin grunts, almost conversationally, between his teeth. "We find who killed it, and we find who took that weapon. So settle in."

Another burst of emotion shoots through Hector before he can respond - different from Ragzlin's brutal rough edges, but the firm sharp line that he has already come to recognize as Shadowheart.

Narrator: You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon the Absolute seeks - it's the artefact that she carries. The same one that protected you as you entered the goblin camp. Her mind focuses. Their suspicion cannot be aroused. They cannot discover that the weapon they seek is within their grasp.

Hector swallows, keeping his face immobile with an effort of will. To leave now would only be to arouse more suspicion...

"Then let the ceremony proceed," he says uneasily. He can see Shadowheart glance worriedly at him, and gives her a slight shrug in return. Perhaps they can interfere with the ritual somehow...

Narrator: You choke on black smoke as the hobgoblin bellows his incantation.

"I command you, corpse: speak and say sooth. Lhuuc an ac akuul'dec shuulkokec!"

Narrator: The hideous corpse rises, tentacles writhing. Your heart seizes. Under questioning, the creature might recognize you as its killer.

For a moment, he struggles with the question. He has already decided he does not wish to use the powers of the parasite - it saps something fundamental from him, it holds unknown dangers, and he is not confident he has the mental fortitude to do it successfully. But the danger here is acute and real and...much to his shame, his fear is too great.

He turns his head, the parasite squirming as he reaches outwards with his mind.

[WISDOM] Dig into Ragzlin's mind and control the interrogation.

Narrator: Ragzlin's mind reels - then calms. He will speak as you command.

Hector's fists clench and unclench rapidly. He feels raw with fear. This was a mistake. He shouldn't have done this, he panicked, but he's in too deep to back out now.

Narrator: With Ragzlin's voice, you ask...

"What did the killer want?"

Narrator: Ragzlin scowls, shocked by his own words, and a jolt shoots through your skull.

Narrator: The creature speaks in visions - a swarm of githyanki dragon-riders, silver blades held high. Control panels melting, flesh-pods spilled open...

Ragzlin takes a step back; his eyes are glowing with the light of the connection but he knows something is wrong. He's struggling against it. "Gith on the hunt," he mutters hoarsely. "They know something..."

Narrator: He is suspicious, confused by the question that fell from his lips. You proceed carefully...

Equally afraid to disconnect and to stay, Hector forces another question through.

"Why were the gith chasing that ship?"

Narrator: You see dark tunnels lit by noxious pools of brine. The darkness spreads through the earth. The sky splits open and nautiloids pour out of a void that consumes the stars.

"What in the--" Ragzlin bites each word out past the control tightened around his tongue.

Narrator: Suspicion floods Ragzlin's mind. Your brain *howls* as you force a final query into his throat.

Hector feels nauseous and panic-stricken, and only one question feels clear enough to demand.

Who is the Absolute?

"Who is-- who--" The words stagger in Ragzlin's mouth, the deception slipping. He rounds on Hector with sudden fury, the light fading in his eyes. "YOU! You're no True Soul!" he barks.

As the control slips, Hector becomes aware of his companions shifting subtly into a defensive stance, and the other goblins around them turning with sudden malice.

[PERSUASION] "It's a mistake!" he gasps out desperately, clinging to the scraps of influence and control as they begin to slip away. "I'm a True Soul, remember? We connected!"

Ragzlin stares at him for an eternal moment of fear, then scowls and looks away. "Yeah. Yeah. You're right. You're a real True Soul. I felt it."

The illithid body sags back onto the stone, and the hobgoblin roars with frustration and rage.

"No. No! I'm not done!" He rounds again on Hector but the danger has eased; this fury is directed outwards, not at them. Hector feels the muscles in his back begin to unknot, although he can still feel the squirm of the sated parasite behind his eye.

"Riddles, all of it. And nothing to show for the trouble but rotting squid meat." Ragzlin spits. "No answers, no killer, and no damned weapon! Hmph. The damned drow was right. Can't let her get all the glory." He points a finger in Hector's direction. "Seems I ain't done with you. Report to the drow. Minthara's the name. She's mounting an attack on that blasted grove. Tell her you'll join her."

Hector swallows and nods agreement. He has no intention of helping this drow, or anyone in here, kill anyone back at the grove - but there's no question he's pushed his luck more than enough for now. His heart is racing and the images the illithid transmitted are burning into his skull.

[consulaaris]

she who wears the mask

1.9k words. original short story, written in 2019 for halloween and edited slightly to post here <3

cw: brief mentions of alcohol, blood/injury, violence 

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It begins with the setting of the sun, as red-orange hues in the sky seem to mimic the fires that will soon be lit. There is a sense of expectation in the air, a sort of nervous excitement- the missionaries with their strange symbols have branded it as Hallow’s Eve, but Fiadh knows better. Tonight is Samhain, when the boundaries between worlds grow thin and strange things walk the earth.

And tonight she will dance. 

The village has been preparing the pyres for weeks now. The people will be dressed in a myriad of costumes to celebrate the end of the harvest, dancing through the night while hiding in plain sight from the spirits and the fair folk that are suddenly free to roam. The sacrifice of small animals should appease the more bloodthirsty of them, but Fiadh isn’t particularly concerned; her mask, finely wrought in the shape of a fox, will surely hide her mortal status from those who would seek to exploit it.  

(She tries not to acknowledge the part of her that might wish otherwise.)

Fiadh steps out the front door of her cottage and breathes in the heady scent of pine and smoke that’s already begun to permeate the street. Her slippers are quiet on the cobblestone streets as she runs towards the nearest fire, loose reddish hair trailing behind her in wild waves. Already the sky is seeping into dusk and losing the vibrancy it’d held only moments before. She doesn’t mind; she enjoys the night, and Samhain is never quite the same once the sun rises. After all, only children are scared of the dark. 

There are others heading towards the bonfire like wisps on the streets. But Fiadh doesn’t call out, even to those she thinks she recognizes- it’s never quite certain who is who… or what. The sounds of flute and fiddle and drum echo through the village, and she shivers despite the relative warmth of the air. 

As she nears the fire on the outskirts of town, she sees the wizened village elder resheath a scarlet stained knife and toss some unlucky thing into the flames while the crowd of people cheers. Excitement buzzes within her from her head to the tips of her toes and the music grows ever louder as if to stay in time with the rapid pounding of her heart.

Fiadh joins in with the swirling of bodies, feet dancing to the rhythm faster than she can think.  She is young and she does not tire, only laughing and leaping with the bright crackle of flames and music as her backdrop. Her soul soars with a fierce joy that she can seldom find elsewhere but this strange night; it is here, amid this wildness of magic and ghosts of the past that she feels truly alive. Some fear Samhain; she is freed by it. 

Someone passes her a skein of wine and she takes a long gulp, savoring the taste on her lips and the warmth in her belly. She doesn’t know how much she drinks, only that the costumes of her many dance partners seem to grow more grotesque as the evening turns into true-night. Amidst the crowd it’s difficult to tell what is fake and what is not, with flashes of glowing eyes and fangs and fur and scales swaying in and out of her field of vision, illuminated only by the strange flickering of the flames. On this night the oh-so-tenuous boundary between realities is something she chooses not to think too closely about. 

Several hours have passed before Fiadh decides to try another of the bonfires, but something holds her in place as she dances her way to the edge of the crowd. When she pauses a moment she realizes why: a young woman is making her way over, red-painted lips curving into a generous smile as she draws near. Fiadh is strangely aware of the woman and unconsciously smooths her skirts as she draws near. She too wears a mask, although hers is formed of copper wire and elegant pink begonia flowers. 

With a laugh and a curtsy she reaches out her hand, and Fiadh takes it; it would be rude to refuse such an obvious proposal. They dance together for what could have been minutes or hours, lost in the swirling of skirts and quick steps to the beat of the drum, until the woman presses a finger to her lips, dark eyes alight with mischief, and hands Fiadh another skein. Without thinking she grabs it, imbibing a large quantity of whatever is within. 

The drink burns her throat almost immediately, but she doesn’t choke. She simply laughs and hands it back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The woman reaches out her hand once more and Fiadh takes it, expecting another dance, but instead she is led out past the other revelers. She knows she should pull away- meeting a stranger on the night of Samhain can hardly bode well- but with the sweet taste of liquor dancing across her tongue and the buzz in her mind all of her inhibitions fall to pieces. 

They dash through the edge of the woods hand in hand as though something is chasing them; for all Fiadh knows it could be. 

It’s not long before they draw up to another fire, a smaller one this time, surrounded by a ring of stones. Around it dance more young women, all with flower masks in a similar style. In the firelight the effect is eerie, enchanting, and makes Fiadh want to tremble and shout all at once. A younger girl sitting off to the side plays the large drum in front of her, and another plays the flute with a haunting melody she can’t quite place. It doesn’t stop her from swaying in place to the music. She feels almost separate from her own body; it’s as though she’s watching a scene play out before her eyes, and she can’t get over the feeling that it’s terribly important. 

The woman in the begonia mask steps forward to take her hand again, her sweet voice so hard to ignore. 

“What’s your name?” 

Fiadh responds before she can even give it a second thought. “Fiadh,” she breathes. “My name is Fiadh.” 

In that moment she knows she’s signed herself away. Her gray eyes widen, but it is too late; she has partaken of the drink of the fair folk and given them her name of her own free will, and now her life is forfeit. 

“Well, Fiadh,” the woman in the begonia mask purrs, “You may call me Maeve.” Her slender fingers reach out, slowly removing the fox mask that Fiadh had so painstakingly tied in place. She is frozen and powerless, watching as her last protection from the other worlds is removed. 

Gray eyes meet brown and Fiadh simply trembles, too frightened to be brave or defiant. Maeve smiles again, her hand reaching up to cup Fiadh’s cheek as she whispers the coup de grâce into her ear. 

“Now dance.” 

Her muscles seem to move of their own accord, Fiadh’s feet leaping in frenzied patterns and body contorting in ways she never could have imagined. She dances and dances until her shoes are torn to ribbons, until her bare feet scrape against stone and branch. Yet still she moves, unable to resist the command of the one who now controls her. 

All around her the other women continue their own strange dance as though she doesn’t exist, as though she’s not grinding herself into the ground before them. Her legs begin to burn yet still she dances and dances with no hope and no end in sight. When she sees spirits flickering at the edge of her vision and the women around her seem transparent like spectres in the night, she’s not sure if she’s hallucinating or some glamour has been lifted from her vision. It’s not like it matters, though. Fiadh won’t live to tell the tale. 

Her legs are giving out.

(Still she dances.) 

It’s getting harder to breathe, harder to see, harder to feel. 

(Still she dances.) 

Her body feels hot, as though she’s burning in the fire.

(Still she dances.) 

All she knows is heat and pain and the dance. She thinks Maeve may still be near, watching. Waiting for the end. She knows it can’t be long now. She hopes. 

Fiadh stretches her arms up to the night sky, tilting her tearstained face upwards in an attempt to get one last glimpse of the stars. But they are obscured by smoke, and she is denied even her final wish as she trips and falls to the earth with a shattered cry. 

Yet her lips curve, just barely, into one final smile before she becomes nothingness.

Her face is fixed in much the same expression when the villagers discover her body the next morning. “Poor thing,” they whisper at the unfortunate tragedy. “Fell down the ravine and broke her neck. At least she wouldn’t have felt a thing.” 

If they noticed her bloodied feet or lack of a mask they said nothing, for it’s never polite to point out the doings of the supernatural while they still reign free in your lands. 

 *.  *.  *.  *.  *.  

A tortured gasp escapes her throat as she awakes. The sensation of breathing is odd, disjointed; the action is as unfamiliar to her as her surroundings. 

Where am I? Who am I?

Try as she might, the simple fact of her own name does not come to her. 

It should be more frightening than it is.

She lays in a spot of flattened grass, realizing that she wears nothing as she climbs to her feet. The golden light filtering through the trees that encircle her lets her see well enough to get her bearings. There is a small pool of springwater not far from where she had lain, and because her throat burns like fire she walks slowly towards it, noting the feel of limbs that seem as though they haven’t been used in an age. 

The water is clear and smooth enough to act as a mirror, and a sort of morbid curiosity overtakes her as she peers at her reflection. It is a face she recognizes intimately… and yet she doesn’t. The simple details she glosses over- the bareness of her tanned skin, the jagged scar across the side of her neck, the reddish hair falling in tangles around her. 

It’s the mask that truly catches her eye. An obsidian work of art framed by black dahlia flowers, it rests upon her cheekbones and obscures the upper half of her face from view. Some part of her knows that she should be afraid, terrified even, but the only emotion she can summon up is one of faint surprise. 

Just as her fingers reach up to touch the mask she notices a disturbance in the water, and her head jerks up with almost inhuman quickness, eyes flashing. 

Across the pool kneels a woman dipping her hands into the water. Her dark curls and the blood-red slash of a mouth are both achingly familiar, but neither so much as the mask of begonias she wears. The woman smiles knowingly and presses a single finger to her lips, eyes dancing with strange promise. A blink later and she disappears once more. Nothing remains of her presence but ripples in the water.

After a moment of shock  she suddenly throws back her head and laughs and laughs, laughs until there are tears streaming down her cheeks… for at last she has realized her fate. 

(She’d always thought that Death might take the form of a beautiful woman.)

[chemicalpink]

Tennis Court ᨒ jhs

ᨒ Staff: Jung Hoseok

ᨒ Accommodation: Suite

ᨒ Pairing: reader x tennis coach!jung hoseok

ᨒ Word Count: 1.3k

ᨒ Genre: smut, friends to lovers

ᨒ Rating: 18+

ᨒ Warnings: exhibitionism, name-calling, slight degradation, light manhandling, protected sex, dirty talk. 

ᨒ Summary: If only the tennis coach wasn’t as good looking as he was, you would have probably not needed to crawl your way into his p̶a̶n̶t̶s̶  heart.

ᨒ A/N: I am well aware this is not actually how tennis attire works but for the sake of fanfiction let’s pretend it does. 

Bangtan Resort Masterlist

You can’t help but do a double take in the mirror inside the locker room before you decide to exit it. The sun is barely shining up in the sky, its warmth slowly but surely melting away the cold night breeze. The skirt’s fabric is somewhat uncomfortable in between your legs, and you’d surely blush if it all wasn’t some part of quite an elaborate plan. 

Classes with Hoseok were always a treat, the man could keep a smiling front for more than an hour straight. And mean every single second of it. Not to even begin with the absolutely sexy way he moved inside the court, the unholy grunts and shouts he let out while playing that had your mind wandering off elsewhere. It was easy to fall for the man, even easier assuring yourself a spot on his friendship list; working your way towards being his preferred training partner was more a mix of overtime solo training and making sure you’d wake up at ungodly hours. But you had managed just fine. 

Hoseok’s first class of the day wouldn’t arrive until past 7:30, which left you a good 45 minutes to work your plan to perfection. 

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it!” his voice is subdued by the noise of his tennis ball hitting the wall behind him with practised ease. 

You’re quick to throw an award winning smile his way “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Hobi”

“Three out of five?” You’re still quite unceremoniously staring at him when the ball hits your side of the court, leaving you no room to react properly, which makes the man let out an endeared laugh “That  makes it one out of three, Y/N! You better keep up!” 

You don’t allow the fact that he is quick to gain advantage against you deter you from the single goal you had in mind for the day. Not the three to two in the game, nor the way you’re completely replaced inside the court for his morning class, leaving you to wait for almost an hour by the sidelines. You’re quick to make your time worth it as you freshen up yourself, making sure your skirt is pulled up just a tad shorter, bouncy and flowy with each step you take– you’re almost sure anyone would be able to see under the fabric without much fight. Especially Hoseok. 

The man is perched around the water fountain, racket around his feet as you approach him, making sure to add an extra bounce on your step. And if he has to rasp his throat a few times, in a futile attempt to hide the way you could clearly see his dick twitch inside his training shorts, you can’t help but smile at the sight. “Y-Y/N! I thought you had- uhm, left for the day?”

“Oh I just thought it would be nice to hang around, I don’t get to do it much” you don’t miss the way his eyes roam your body as you position yourself to fit in front of him, having to squeeze in between his body and the counter, to which he doesn’t quite move an inch, your barely covered ass pressing against the front of his pants, his lips too close to your ear as you make sure to press back, earning a soft grunt from him, his hands landing on your hips as you feel him harden against you. 

“I thought I was seeing things when we were playing and I saw nothing under your skirt” his hand is quick to find its way under the piece of clothing, a refreshing contrast to the way you seem to run hot when around him “All of this- just for me?”

“Want to go back to my suite?”

“I should just bend you over here, let everyone see what you’ve been strutting around since so early in the morning” he tsks “Such a slut, Y/N, such a charade you pull off for your tennis instructor” 

“Ah- yours only”

“Oh so you’re my slut” He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, amused even. “Let’s see if you live up to the title, lead the way, Y/N” 

Hoseok is playful while walking down the hall into the tennis court, quick to let himself be guided towards your suite. He’s unable to keep his hands to himself, making sure to leave no room to faltering kisses planted on your lips the further you walk into the secluded area. He even makes sure to slap your butt once for good measure as you open the door for both of you. His mouth is on yours the second you close the door, calloused fingers slipping down the fabric until they rest on your ass, maneuvering you so your weight is on him in a second, legs wrapped around his hips as he walks the both of you towards the bed. 

“God you have no idea how much I’ve waited for this” he leaves rushed kisses along the expanse of your neck as his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body “Had you said something before, we could have been doing this so much sooner” 

Your own hands make sure to dispose him of his own clothes, nails trailing down his toned body, breaths entangled with each other as you bring him down to keep on kissing, lips moulded to each other, one of his hands comes in between your legs to play with your already dripping folds, teasing for a few seconds before he inserts two fingers, making sure to pump them to a rhythm not so strayed to the way your mouths kept on moving together. 

“O-oh I really- god I really need you inside me” one of your hands comes in between your bodies to stroke him from the confines of his own boxers, hardened length throbbing in your palm as he lets out a shivered breath. 

“Such a slut for me, Y/N” Hoseok makes a quick work out of his underwear, your eyes don’t even catch the way that he’s already rolling a condom down his length and lining it up to your entrance “Were you this wet for hours? Was this your plan all along? Having me fall for such a tight pussy, huh? Think that would keep me around?”

Your mind is hazy at the way the whole bed rocks with your body, each thrust of his slowed yet deep as he moves with practised ease and grace, one which you would always admire and left to wonder about while watching him play. The sun filters down in between the blinds, soft warm glow hitting the back of Hoseok’s head in a way that lets you admire his caramel skin, the way that his whole body seems to fit perfectly above you, the room filled with moans and lewd sounds as he speeds up his pace, face buried in your neck, your nails tracing his back as you feel yourself tightening around him, a shuddered breath of his as he fills up the condom, making a quick motion to detangle himself so he can tie it up and throw it blindly on the obviously-placed bin. 

Your voice is small as you watch him collecting his clothes “Aren’t you staying?”

“As much as I’d love to-” as if on cue, his phone starts ringing from somewhere on the floor “...that’s my 1pm class, but I’ll be back with dinner, alright?”

He’s fully dressed as you feel your eyes dropping, a chaste kiss on your lips and you can’t help but continue to feel butterflies inside your belly– you know him to be a man of his word and summer is just getting started. 

[cinder-aj]

This is Five Systems, where most of my lore takes place. Five solar systems in close proximity that when aligned, can form a massive portal to other timeliness. Elemental magic exists in five systems due to a core of dense crystal under the crust of some planets.

The Instinct System (bottom left) has three Suns, six planets, and one minor planet.

-Ignisan: First planet to the suns, the fire element is most common. Home to intelligent horse-like bug creatures called the Ignisani.

-Trapst: Second planet to the suns. Was hollowed out and mined nearly to oblivion during an ancient war. Now only thorny vines and their symbiotic partners, the Scodgers live there.

-Terrath: Third planet to the suns, the earth element is most common. Its moons collided eons ago, but its snake-like people called Slitheraths survive via their technology.

-Natura: Fourth planet to the suns, the nature element is most common. It's covered in lush life, oceans, and is home to intelligant animal-like plants called Naturans. It has three moons.

-Ventus: Fifth planet to the suns, the wind element is most common. Ventus is a gas giant but has floating continents on the backs of giant dragons with smaller dragons living on them. Ventus has many moons, many of which support life.

-Gelu: Sixth planet to the suns, the ice element is most common. Is home to fluffy unicorn-like crabs and has a subsurface ocean beneath its ice. Has one moon.

-'Flat planet': A large minor body that is flat rather than round. Some claim it is round. It has a "moon" that is really a cluster of asteroids stuck together.

The Passion system (bottom right) has two suns, four planets, and two minor bodies.

-Luminux: The first planet to the suns, the light element is most common. Lore is still a wip.

-Venellum: The second planet to the suns, it's the home planet of the Pharrupts and Phasts, who have been completely corrupted by the poison anti-element.

-Fortuna: The third planet to the suns, the luck element is most common. Lore is still a wip. Has a moon called Veran.

-Colosia: The fourth planet to the suns, the color element is the most common. A gas giant with living creatures in its clouds that can shape-shift.

-'Potato': Lumpy large asteroid

-'Oumaramarama': Long asteroid and secretly a spaceship.

The Soul system (top right) has one star and five planets.

-Zanfearious: First planet to its sun, it's "hot jupiter" orbiting close to the star. Swirls in its clouds make it look like it has a face, giving it the nickname "Smiling Child."

-Panthoon: Second planet to its sun, water element is the most common. It's completely covered in a global ocean in which enormous lillypads cover the blue. Has three moons, still a wip.

-Faerine: Third planet to its sun, fairy element (also called arcane or normal magic) is most common here. Similar to earth, but magic is prominent and the world is run by witches.

-Spirial: Fourth planet to its sun, spirit element is most common here. When something "dies," its spirit goes a new body. It's old body, once it heals from its mortal injuries, can become a body for a different spirit. It's moon Litwix has corrupted Phasms roaming the surface.

-Estatiz: Fifth planet to its sun, electric element is most common. It's covered in thick stormy clouds home to the cat-like Felinz who have mechanical wings.

The Mind System (top middle) has one star and five planets.

-Metallum: First planet to its sun, metal element is most common. Surface is covered in metal cities and is home to robotic life. Built by a race that has since moved elsewhere.

-Psychadia: Second planet to its sun, psychic element is most common. Flora is weird and fleshy. Home to the Phayers, who have all been corrupted by the flayer anti-element. It has a very uncanny moon that is possibly alive.

-Techlogica: Third planet to its sun, the artificial tech element is most common. Completely covered in city, inhabited by a hyperadvanced race of bee-like creatures called the Techlogicans. Techlogica wasn't their first planet.

-Obscura: Fourth planet to its sun, the shadow element is the most common. Still a wip.

-Aevum: Fifth planet to its sun, the time element is most common. A gas giant with floating cities inhabited by lizard-like aliens with fan-shaped tails. They didn't originate on Aevum.

-The Thought system (top left) has two stars and five planets.

-Tyhera: First planet to the suns. Split in two and slowly falling into the larger star.

-Decrot: Second planet to the suns, decay element is most common. Highly elliptical orbit. The intelligent crocodile-like Decrocs have evolved to the epic freeze-thaw cycle. Has a moon called Sver.

-Prismium: Third planet to the suns, crystal is the most common element. It's incredibly shiny and very unstable since crystal is a very unstable element. Home to the corrupted Phamirrors.

-Uriel: The fourth planet to the suns. Uninhabited, still a wip.

-Ammon: The fifth planet to the suns. A gas giant that has the tendency to consume any small body in its orbital path.

[cosmosoracle]

I will admit that Rasmia is revealing herself to be far more patient than I could expect. Despite having put this before the negotiations for my scarf, she's not putting any pressure on us - on the contrary, she's pretty much leaving us be. I have returned to lean against Echo's chest, eys half closed, trying to reorganize my thoughts as best as I can.

Echo is here. He came so far from Deadbridge just to make sure he could call me back if no one else could take care of it. This place is protected, but he completely disregarded the consequences of exposing himself to possible researches of the ones looking for him with dangerous intent. It always worried me; even when I asked him if I could use his office to try and contact gods so that no one else could trace my activities, I would make things as quick as I could make them, so that he could return to stay there. And yet, this constricting lifestyle is taking a toll on him and his body, not to mention how he longs for home. Hearing him talk about the Moonpool Causeways was moving; that's why I swore to myself that, before I die, I shall make sure that he's free to do as he pleases, being freed of his burden and of his chains.

But then, a flash crosses my mind, and I turn back to the witch. She's witnessing personally how important Echo turned to be for me. I see her observing us... "So, now we can get back to what we interrupted," she reintroduces the topic again with a smile. I lock eyes with her, not escaping from her prying gaze, and she lightly raises her chin. "Which were you offerings again?"

I take a moment to rebuild a proper answer, but a sigh blocks me first. My tentacles drop a tad, and I narrow my eyes, looking elsewhere. I'm not feeling defeated yet, but there's no good in not being honest with myself, and her. "Echo is not up to trade. If this calls our deal off, I'll make sure to find something more valuable for you, but I'd rather not make you waste time."

She almost squints at me with a chuckle and tilts her head. "I've come so far for this to happen, and I told you I'm in a good mood; I'm not letting you go without anything, but you will have to work extremely hard from now on to find something more than this to satisfy me."

She is... right. I know she's right. Even while discussing with her, I haven't even stopped holding him. It's going to be a challenge even for me... but if this has to be my last deal with the witch in order to protect him, then so be it. I return to her with my eyes. "Well then, let me tell you about my options again. I can either share about my experience in the afterlife and show you how uncommon it has been, or I can give you the memories of the reason why I'm roaming the lands in the first place."

I feel my heart sinking to the hypothesis of having to lose so much, but one thing consoles me. No matter what I'm going to give up upon here - my actions will not be erased, and what I did well will not be forgotten by anyone else. Nor I will lose my drive to keep making the good difference that always defined my ways to act, because even if that may be how it started, it became so much more solid with this journey.

Plus... I don't even know if I'm ever going to meet Igris again. My only regret is to never have spoken again to him after he left, but he was the one going without an explaination, and no clue about it was ever given. It must be how it was meant to be; maybe he just didn't even want me to know... If we do meet again, we will have to start over, but if our connection meant anything then it's going to be worth investing in again... it'll be on him, and I can trust him with that... even if he turned his back on me, right...?

The doubt gnaws at my soul, but I can't afford to falter, especially to the response I get: "Why not both?"

Echo can easily feel me become rigid in his arms. He's watching over me and following the back and forth, but he's clearly decided to not interfere. He's just offering me support through my choices, no matter how difficult they may be, and I'm grateful, because this is something I need to deal with and be convinced of on my own. "Both? Don't you think that the vision of the other side and everything that happened to bring me back to life without a ritual is a tad too much on the balance?"

But her silver tongue slashes again. Her position of power is undeniable, and I need the godly gift back. "Oh dear, if these conditions are too much for you, nothing forces you to do it. You can keep your precious memories, and I will keep my scarf."

I squint at her - it was never her scarf. She's that confident that I cannot refuse this, however, and sadly she's right. What a stab... "...would that much be enough...?"

In the meantime, she snaps her fingers, and from between the piles of trophies she earned in time, I see the scarf emerging and flying to her. She caresses it with a mumble as if it was a beloved pet. I follow it with my gaze, observing the fine blue cloth decorated in shiny fish scales, as pretty as they're cutting. A bladed dancing scarf indeed, but such a beautiful one. Perfect for me. "Mhh, yes. I mean, you know what I'm really interested in; the other thing is more of a whim."

I'm so well aware of that, but I... cannot. I lower my head for a few moments. Then I turn to Echo; I steal one more quick kiss before leaving his embrace and fully turning to the timeless woman. "Fine."

The pleasant smile turns into a sinister shade of a smirk. "State the terms of the deal then, very clearly."

I take one more deep breath. "I offer the knowledge of my experience in the afterlife, from the moment I closed my eyes to when I opened them again..."

She waits for the rest, victorious. "And...?"

While my voice gets unsteady, the words still come out unmistakable. "...and the memory of Igris..."

"For...?"

"For my scarf."

She seems to close an eye on how she dislikes me talking about my scarf, since she really considers it hers at the moment. But what does she care about it now? A magical glint crosses her irises.

"Deal. Closer, if you will."

She beckons me with a hand, and I obey. I walk by her side with my head high; I don't need to remind myself why I'm doing this. It's going to be my last chance at life. My last chance at solving my duty and fulfill my mission, for the gods and for the Soulless. For my teammates and my loved ones. I must be ready, and so I am. She casts her spells on me: first, I get the glimpses of my meeting with the brothers, the conversation with the Man in Red, and Pharasma's severe figure looming over me. Then, I get a glimpse of my whole life...

Since I can remember, I felt myself being drawn to the stars. It was an irresistible call which made me restless in the water cage that Jaha and the Lake were, more and more as I grew up. I would surface to stare at the infinite night sky, observing every star as if I could attune to it even when I didn't know much more than its beauty; I counted so many meteors over the years, and observed the Moon traversing its course time and time again. I did it from the waters, from the shores; but it was never enough, until the right moment to answer the call arrived. I had no more place to call home or return to; all I had was the guidance of the asters watching over me. So they led me to Vrath, where I met Azemondeus, Hoyt; my journey began, and along the way I made friends and fought enemies. When Azemondeus left, Zinnya arrived. Love bloomed along the way, and achievements adorned my crown of experiences, up to this day.

I feel invigorated. This is what I fight for. Rasmia heaves a sigh of satisfaction, and the scarf flies in my reach. I take off the common one which accompanied me so far, and I finally wear it again with a moved smile... and hold its ends tight to my chest.

[derived-ingridients]

Late-Night TV

She tore down my tank top, swooping in to grab a piece of my flesh

Without warning she pushed me down, exposing my chest

She sunk her teeth into me

Greedily biting at any piece of skin I let her roam free on

Nerves bundled up in my chest as I hovered my hands defensively over my body

I saw her eyes in the dim light of the television

She grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the couch

Mirth danced behind her eyes, playfully flickering, casting an all encompassing light onto my face

I ground my hips into hers, gripping onto her shoulders for leverage

Chuckles and teasing retorts going ignored - we are far past the point of insignificant things such as shame

It hurts, the pinching sharp feeling that burns on the surface of my skin

I can feel parts of myself pulling away from here, rejection in the form of grimaces and pleas

‘It’s too much’

Rigid forearms braced against her throat, ready to push away

My eyes sting, I could cry right now if I tried hard enough I think

Just when I think I’m ready to abandon this game, warmth blooms from my toes to my inner thighs

I wrap my arms around her shoulders, grinding into the hand that has found it’s way into my underwear

She adds another finger inside of me, murmuring depraved things into my ear that I can no longer process

We are an entangled mess on this couch together, limbs caught between one another

Arms twisted and molded around one another

You feel like nostalgia

This feels like where I’m supposed to be in this exact moment

No wandering thoughts of who I could be elsewhere, or daydreams of far-off lands that my mind constructs as a buffer

This is where I am and this is where I am meant to be

We wouldn’t have to go any further, just this now is what I want

I will take whatever you give me

[raggaraddy]

Can you Taehyungs version of reader being shot cause of them?

I really like your Jimin and Namjoon Version that you’ve written🥰

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: It is so much longer than I meant for it to be. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Mafia Bangtan other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

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Deception.

Summary: When you agreed to help Bangtan take down one of their enemies, you never imagined it could go so wrong.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood, murder.

Taehyung

Mafia! Taehyung

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, shutting off the car's engine and turning around in his seat.

"Yeah," you nod back, hoping the rocking pit of nerves in your stomach isn't visible on your face. Scanning back and forth between him in the front and Jin sat beside you, you're checking to see if they are showing any signs of worry either. Finding a bit of solace in their surety.

"We're gonna lag behind about 20 minutes to be cautious and stay out of sight. But we'll be close. Just do everything like we said, and you'll be fine." Namjoon summarizes once again. Jin offering you a kind, reassuring smile to accompany the leader's words.

You nod again, sucking your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Running your fingers through your hair to fluff it for the 30th time. Hyperfixated on the time, you see the dashboard clock tick over. 20:21.

"Okay, let's go." You exhale deeply.

It was three weeks ago that Namjoon came to you with a problem that Bangtan was facing. Their weapons dealer was forcefully put out of business, which was Namjoons gentle way of saying he was killed, cutting off their supply to automatics and other bigger guns. Leaving them vulnerable. The man who took over their previous partners supply was known to be working with some of the other, smaller local crews. It was also known that he was a rival of Namjoon's and due to this tension refused to work with Bangtan. Normally, a problem like this would be something that they could handle. However, as Namjoon explained it, this guy was backed and protected by foreign money and was too hot to touch without starting a bloody war.

So the plan was simple. Risky, but simple. The supplier had to die. And it needed to appear to be from natural causes, so it could never fall back on Bangtan. No one directly affiliated could be involved. That meant none of the members could risk doing it. It also meant that it was too high a priority to trust an associate or hired gun with this information. Not with the reach and money the opposition had. No, it had to be someone within the family that could handle this, but someone the supplier would never know.

Opportunely, the supplier was known to have a weakness for women, hence the logical conclusion for Namjoon was one of the member's girls. Trustworthy enough not to turn or rat, not likely to be noticed among the myriad of other women, and except a few of them, all had no record linking them to Bangtan, so they would be complete unknowns.

Jin said it, but you already knew it. Out of all of the girls, you were the one who was the most capable. Your difficult past left you with many emotional scars but made you the best person to handle the responsibility. You're not susceptible to intimidation. Have very few moral hangups. And most importantly Namjoon knows how much you love Taehyung. How you would do anything for him. To keep him safe and happy. He knows he can trust you, and that when the time comes, you wouldn't hesitate to do what they needed you to.

As for you, you knew that Taehyung trusted Namjoon irrefutably and you had seen countless times that he was a good leader. Furthermore, you could appreciate the gravity of the situation. Because you're sure that if Bangtan's brain had any other choice, he would not have asked for your help. But since he had, you were going to do what was necessary to keep your family and Taehyung safe.

The problem was that Namjoon had insisted on secrecy. The only ones to know about his plan were you, him, and Jin. A few years ago, sure, lying would not have been a problem for you, you hardly ever told the truth to anyone. But this changed when you met Taehyung. He was the first person you could be honest with, the first person you ever let love you. And lying to him was something you were genuinely struggling with.

However, you knew Namjoon and Jin were right. There was no way Tae would have been okay with you being put in harm's way and he wouldn't be able to separate his feelings from the urgency of the task.

Although, that justification doesn't make you feel less guilty for deceiving him. And to make matters worse, you expected this to be over with last week already. But on your first date with the supplier, he had left the club early to deal with work suddenly. Giving you no time to spike his drink.

So here you were, attempt number two.

While you were meant to meet the supplier at a fancy restaurant first, Namjoon's plan was to skip that and get to his house as quickly as possible. Before the valet could open the supplier's car door, you leant through the open window, teasingly licking your lips. "I just realized," you purr, noting his eyes drop to your mouth and back. "I'm actually not that hungry. So how about we skip to the end of the night, and then you can take me out for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Your blatant offer works like a charm. 20 minutes and a car ride later, he's pulling you down onto his couch. Hardly able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

Tearing at your blouse he rips the buttons apart, his mouth sucking and licking at your neck. One of his hands roaming and grabbing at anything he can, while the other starts to hike up your pencil skirt. He removes his vest and buttoned shirt, not once parting his lips from yours. His large, hard chest muscles pressing against you as he pins you in between his arms and the couch. Spreading your legs apart, he grinds his crotch into your core and you can feel what effect this is having on him. And you have to admit, despite your mind being focused elsewhere, physically it's having the same kind of arousing results on you.

But this isn't what's supposed to happen. He's moving too fast and it's quickly getting away from you. You only want to get him comfortable and distracted enough that he completely lets his guard down. You're trying to poison him, not fuck him.

Pushing his chest lightly, you spring upright. Slightly out of breath you pull your hair over your shoulder covering up a little and running your fingers through it, trying to regain some composure.

"I could use a drink." You pant, batting your eyes up at him.

"Sounds good." He nods, his gaze dark and ravenous. Suddenly haulting he leans back down to kiss you. His hands gripping your hips as he kisses you back into the sofa. Abruptly leaving you flat on the couch with flushed cheeks.

This is better. One or two drinks from now, you should be able to slip him the ricin. He drinks it, you fake a headache, and skip home.  24 hours from now he has a heart attack and dies from natural causes. Nothing tied to you. Nothing connected to Bangtan.

"I hope you like-"  The supplier calls out, only to be interrupted by a grating smack at the front of the house. You startle upright, sitting alert watching the hall entrance. He comes from the other side, coming back from the kitchen, a curious look on his face. Both of you staring at the same doorway as Taehyung suddenly comes in.

Fuck.

Your eyes go wide, half not able to believe he is actually here. He wasn't supposed to be!  Namjoon had arranged for Jimin to take him out tonight. And you had told him you were going to meet some of the other girls.

The thing you didn't know; a week ago when you met the supplier at the club, you had also said you were out with a few girls, including Jimin's girlfriend. But she was with Jimin at that time. And Jimin was with Taehyung. And she knew nothing about any plans to go out.

So when you said there was a movie night tonight, he asked around and found out that was also a lie. He wanted to trust you. To trust that it wouldn't be as bad as his worst fear. Still, the more he thought over how you lied to him, the more he worked himself up, getting himself into a paranoid and anxious state. Until he found himself tracking your phone, following you to an unknown house.

Seeing you half undressed and with someone he considers an enemy, his anger and jealously turns to pure rage. It only taking a second for the scene in front of him to confirm his worst suspicions.

Unleashing his gun he shoots wildly at the supplier. Reason slipping from him completely.

Barley able to avoid being hit, the supplier dives behind one of the sofa chairs. Nearly being riddled with the showering of bullets.

Wrapping your hands over your head, you cover your ears from the explosive sounds. Still firing, and keeping the supplier pinned, Taehyung storms at you.

"Tae-" you start. The gun empties, but Taehyung couldn't care less, tossing it aside. All of his attention focused on you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growls through gritted teeth. His hand flying down smacking your cheek, slapping you back into the sofa. "How could you do this to me?!" He screams, his voice wavering from the emotion in his question.

"I can explain," You ignore the burn on your cheek, running your hands along your body, trying your best to cover and redress yourself.  You never wanted him to see you like this, and the look of betrayal in his eyes is stinging your heart more than any slap could.  "I-," you begin with no next word coming. There's nothing you can tell him. Not while the supplier is right here.

Taehyung's anger aside, you're terrified to think what him being here means. Namjoon's plan is completely derailed. And Taehyung attacked the supplier, creating an entirely new problem. You're not the smart one. You have no idea what to do or how to fix this.

Where the hell are Jin and Namjoon?

Taehyung is so fixated on you that he doesn't see the other man charging from the side.

"Look out!" You scream. Only it's a second too slow. Taehyung doesn't have time to react and the supplier swings a ceramic table ornament at his head. The shattered fragments raining over you, as your boyfriend is knocked to the ground. The shoe of the imposing man booting into Taehyung's torso.

You dive towards them, driving your body weight into the supplier to separate the two men. Pushing him away as his heel scarcely misses Taehyung's face.

He stumbles back a few steps and straightens up, nodding and pursing his lips with a look of revelation. Seeing you spring to Taehyungs defence revealed much more than you had intended.

While you're attempting to help Tae upright, he quickly shirks you off and lunges at the other man diving through him and dragging him to the floor. Fighting for dominance and survival, the two men break into a brutal fight trading blow after blow as they struggle to overpower the other.

While you're relieved to see that Taehyung is the more skilled of the two, and mostly has the upper hand, you're mainly sick with worry. The ramifications of this will play out beyond this simple fistfight.

All you can do is get Tae out of here for now, and hope that the supplier hasn't realised that this was an attempt to kill him. Maybe if you're really lucky he will only think of it at face value. A cheating girlfriend and her jealous boyfriend.

"Tae," you grab his arm, dragging him back with resistance. "We have to get out of here. Please,"

He drops the supplier's collar, who falls back limply. Turning to you he has blood pouring down his face from a cut on his cheek. Intensifying the cold look in his eye.

"We? What we? Don't you wanna stay here with this piece of shit." He snarls, standing up.

"I can explain after." You tug him again. He can hate you all he likes later. But first, you have to get out of here. "Please," you beg for his agreement.

Staring harshly, he retreats from you. A pained look in his eye that cuts you more than any blade could. Anger, hate, rage. You could handle all of it. But there's so much hurt and sadness on his face. It's nothing you ever wanted to be responsible for. It's more than you can bear.

"Tae," you hold your hand outreached, gingerly approaching him.  He doesn't withdraw further, allowing you to rest your hand on his cheek. Your heart breaking further as he leans into your touch. Resting in your palm for comfort like an injured puppy. "I promise, baby, this isn't what it looks like." you coo, "I love you so much,"

His eyes close, his face scrunching in anguish. He wants to believe you so badly. To forget everything he has seen. To take you home and never let you go. He may be the first person you let love you, but for him, you are the only person he ever let himself love.

Turning, you use his softening demeanour to lead him towards the door. But the supplier pulls your attention. Neither of you were paying him any mind and standing in the corner of the room he's pulled his own gun from hiding.

Reacting without a thought you shove your back into Taehyung, covering him. Guarding him.

At the same time, a shot rings out and the bullet hits you. A painful, sharp sensation piercing through your torso that makes you stumble back. Losing your footing you fall into Taehyung, your body never hitting the ground. Taehyung catching your weight, lowering with you. Resting you on his legs.

Taehyung grimaces in pain, his hand wrapping his own side momentarily. The bullet went clean through you and cut his side before flying into the wall behind the both of you. Dismissing his own injury, he leans over your body, ripping off his shirt and pressing it and his palms into your entrance wound. Trying to slow the bleeding.

Looking up at Taehyung with tear-filled eyes, you're in shock. Every breath you take is sore but other than that, your body is numb. Your hands clinging to his, all you can think is that you wished you knew what to say or do to lessen his panic. The sweat on his forehead rolls into the cut on his cheek causing the blood to drip further down his neck and chest. The fear and worry in his eyes exposing what you can't see or feel. That you're losing a lot of blood.

The supplier comes over the top of you both. He presses the barrel of the gun into the back of Taehyungs head, forcing him to crouch lower over you.

"I was searching for a reason to annihilate Namjoon and his pathetic crew. Thank you for giving me one." He digs the gun down harder. Taehyung growls, baring his teeth in frustration. "Too bad we didn't get to finish what we started though, Y/n. Oh well." He smirks, cocking the gun for additional effect.

"I love you," Taehyung whispers, the finality in his voice breaking your restraint, tears gushing down your face.

"I-," you can only begin.

Another blast rings out that makes both you and Taehyung jump. The supplier's body goes heavy and plummets to the ground, smashing through the glass coffee table beside you. Glass shatters everywhere as he falls down dead, blood pouring out of his head, collecting into a pool.

"Fuck sakes." Namjoon sighs from the living room entrance. Standing with Jin, both looking over the destruction with disbelief.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls out, his voice raspy and on the verge of tears. "Help." He looks down at you, your face pale, your limps drooping as the blood loss is starting to make you dizzy.

Namjoon opens his mouth readying to scold his brother, but he quickly stops himself. His own faults glaringly obvious at this moment. Jin removes his belt, wrapping it around your waist he fixes it tightly, making you whine in pain, keeping Taehyungs shirt pressed to both sides of your wound.

"Can you carry her?" Jin asks his younger brother.

Namjoon passes all of you, walking toward the lifeless body of his enemy, shooting another round into the back of his head with a frustrated look in his eye.

Taehyung nods at Jin with wide, panicked eyes.

"Then bring her." Namjoon turns with a flick of his head gesturing to follow him.

Jin supports Taehyung as he struggles to get himself and you to a standing position. Finding more strength once he is upright, lifting you into his arms as you whimper and moan weakly.

"Taehyung-" you start, your words sounding breathless and weak. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

"Shh baby." He hushes you. "Don't worry about that now."

He gets you into Namjoons truck, laying you down the length of the seat. As Namjoon speeds to the hospital, Taehyung sits in the back, his legs under your head. Holding firm against your bullet wound while petting your head.

Jin takes Tae's keys and follows you in his car. Already calling a cleanup crew to get rid of the supplier's body. Trying to salvage what he can of the bad situation.

"Namjoon," you call out. Even as your mind is starting to slip into unconsciousness your worry over the family is consuming your focus. "the plan. Can you fix the-" you breathe heavily running out of air.

He looks over his shoulder, guilt overtaking his expression. Nodding with an affirming grunt.

"Plan? What plan?" Taehyung muses, the shock steadily drifting away. "What is she talking about, Hyung?" One look at the blame on Namjoon's face and it clicks into place. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Namjoon reasons.

"Are you kidding me? You organized this?!" He snaps, "How the fuck could you risk her like that?!"

"It was supposed to be easy. She wasn't meant to get hurt-"

"Well, clearly she did!" Taehyung roars, his hands bunching into fists.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I wanted to help." You whine, lifting your arm up to touch his chest, trying to soothe him in any way.

"It's okay, baby. I know you did." He coos kissing your forehead, Taehyung's rage immediately subsiding towards you. He takes your blood-drenched hands in his and kisses them lovingly. Kissing down your forearms, pressing your hands to his head in agony and want to have you closer. Wishing he could absorb your pain and suffering.

Returning his wrath to the leader his voice lowers, coming out like ice. "We're gonna talk about this once she's okay." He snarls, "And know, I hold you personally responsible for every second she's in pain."

Looking in the rearview mirror, Namjoon nods solemnly. "Yeah, I do too."

Luckily for you, you recover quickly, and no permanent physical damage was done. But the damage that was done to Namjoon and Taehyungs relationship, the repercussions caused for Bangtan, and the fall out from the supplier's death... well that's another story entirely.