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klausysworld · 7 months

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(This is based on that cam girl idea I had except I ended up making more boring than I initially thought so I might make another or something? I dunno, either way I hope everyone likes it cuz it’s still cute)

Something special

Klaus was no stranger to sex. Over a thousand years he had tried damn near everything and knew just how to pleasure both himself and others. He found it both amusing and inspiring how humans invented new things to satisfy their needs and often tested them out. Webcaming sites were one of his favourites.

Having an eager, gorgeous girl on his screen teasing him for hours and moaning softly. It helped that he had a lot of money, it mean he had private chat rooms and calls with a lot of these girls. There, when it was only him, they would begin to lose more clothing. Some were happy to be completely naked for everyone to see but the ones who were out for money only did it for the right amount. They were his favourites, knowing that they got excited when he joined the live because he would offer what they needed.

He hadn't been on for a good while while he was busy with his curse and hybrids but once he had the time, he decided to log back on. He scrolled for a little while to find someone who peaked his interest. Klaus was careful with who he picked, he didn't want to have loads of girls waiting for him, he needed them to feel special and wanted.

But after a little while, he found her. Y/n, or at least that was her name on here. With a slight smile, he joined. She was in her panties and an oversized baby-pink jumper that went just over her thighs and swallowed her pretty body. Her hair was down and she was simply eating her dinner, gammon egg and fries. The wall behind her was white and he could see the end of her bed at the edge of the screen. She smiled at the camera as she dipped her fry in her egg and took it into her mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing it down.

He watched the comments, and then her, studying how she reacted to different requests and compliments. Some people were asking for her to take off the jumper, some were asking her to lick her knife and others were asking to have a private or members only stream. She hummed softly as she took a sip of her drink, which was a tall glass of milk making Klaus smirk.

She shifted to sit up in her knees, her thighs parted but the jumper making it impossible to see between them. A good few people send her money, most a maximum of $50 but he could tell that she was happy with that. She let out a soft laugh at one of the comments, "mm it's just milk, I'm sorry" she smiled and as though it were contagious, so did Klaus.

For the next few nights he just watched her. The most she would let anyone see of her was her thighs or sometimes a little cleavage but she wasn't explicit at all. He began to wonder how much it would take to have her take her panties off. So, out of curiosity, he asked.

He watched as her face went pink and she fiddled with the edge of her t-shirt. "You're very forward..." she glanced at the accounts name "Nik" she murmured softly and he grinned.

A hundred?

He questioned with a sly smile and she nibbled her lip and ignored him making him hum lowly to himself.

Two hundred?

He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in determination. When she still didn't answer him and instead began talking to a different one of her...fans I suppose, he decided to send her some money. $500 to be exact. Her eyes went wide and she seemingly shrank into herself. "I- um..." her face reddened and she paused for a moment before the steam ended. He then received a private message

I can refund you

was all it said and he frowned

Why would I want a refund? It's for you, sweetheart.

he replied with a click of his tongue, watching the three dots dance across his laptop screen.

I won't do what you want for it. You can have it back.

she was scared and he knew that but he didn't want her to be.

That's alright, love. You can keep it anyways. Maybe buy yourself something and wear it in your next show.

he offered, hoping she would accept. As soon as she did, he was in.

If you're sure? I'm very sure. Well then thank you, Nik ❤️

he smiled at his screen and went offline for the rest of the night. He began to picture how her body would look beneath her baggy clothes, he imagined her sexy little figure crawling towards him on his screen and her lips whispering his name like she had before.

The thought stuck with him even in sleep and followed him all the next day and onwards.

It took a good couple of weeks to fully gain her attention. Then he was on every day, sending in money and flattering her. He was happy to do so though, besides she had been more confident and a little more seductive with her behaviour. She still never took her clothes off, especially not for everyone but when he went into a members only room with her and a few others she would be in only her underwear. No shirt or jumper to hide her soft skin.

And after persistency, he managed to have a one-on-one session. He had his camera off to begin with but when she shyly asked if she could see him, he didn't want to deny her sweet voice. Her expression was somewhat relaxed when she saw him, he wondered what other kinds of people would manage to get her like this.

He smiled and hummed as he allowed her to look him over for a moment. "Better than expected sweetheart?" he purred and she shrugged sheepishly.

"Well yeah honestly" she laughed and so did he. Most of the men she went one-on-one ended up being either old and alone, young and horny or married and telling her she needed to be quiet because his wife was in the next room over or that he was on break at work. Still, she never hung up, they were paying her after all. Some of them were there purely to talk and of course others were much more direct about what they wanted.

Nik had been a bit of a mystery to her. Sometimes he was asking to see her panties and the next he was just wondering about her day or what things she had in her room like the teddy bears on her bed which she didn't mean to have in the shot.

So she was curious as to how this first personal interaction would go.

Klaus was mostly proud that he had gotten this far but also somewhat excited, after realising that Y/n had become his release for his stress after a long day in Mystic Falls, he began to feel a little something for her. He just knew if she were here that she'd be terrified, she was far too lovely for war and pain. If Klaus were honest, he didn't really understand why she was on this kind of platform, she really didn't seem the type but he assumed it was for the money or perhaps she wasn't as innocent as she made him and the others believe but he didn't think that was the case.

Either way, he had been looking forward to this evening for a while. "Well I'm glad I haven't disappointed" he chuckled and she smiled. She sat back against her fluffy pink beanbag so the camera could see her top half. His eyes traced the pattern on her white lace bra, a little jewel handing for the bottom. Her hair looked freshly done and he could tell that she put in much more effort for her spenders.

"Don't worry about disappointing me, I can promise that you won't" she told him, her voice smooth like silk as his tongue wetted his lips and he straightened up. He was sat in bed, his laptop on his lap over the covers and a bottle of lube on his bedside table just incase.

They began just talking about simple things, she asked him questions and he answered to an extent and vice versa.

But as the night grew older, he began to ask if he was allowed to have a better look at her. She agreed easily and stood up for him, giving a 360 of her body. He groaned softly and damn near begged for her to take her panties off and by the end of the call she did. Her thighs squeezed together but he could see her smooth little mound. She sat back in her beanbag on her side so the curve of her ass was on display for his eyes and occasionally when she shifted, he would catch a glimpse of her glistening cunt.

After a good while she had to go and thanked him for everything he had said to her and given her. He smiled back and thanked her in return "Perhaps next time we'll get rid of that pretty bra of yours too?" he teased and she blushed.

And next time, he did. He had her completely naked, lead on her front and eating some chips while they spoke. Klaus could imagine her tender breasts spilling out of his hands as she told him some innocent story without realising his attention being elsewhere as she leaned up on her elbows allowing him to see her pebbled nipples. Once he let out a groan, she popped her head up and realised. He could see something dim in her eyes and it made him feel some sort of guilt? But she brushed whatever it was away and smiled, asking if he wanted her to help him feel better.

After that he began to push further and further each time, becoming aware that when she trusted him enough, she would do just about. anything.

Her manicured nails would squeeze at her budded nipples while he gave slow strokes to his hardened cock, occasionally cupping his balls to tease himself.

Her legs would part for him to get that view he had longed for, his mouth watering and cock beginning to twitch with the need to bury inside her and yet he feared that he never would.

Often it was one-sided, Klaus would get off while she spoke delicious words to fuel his desire and showed off her body. But after a while he began to request that she showed him how she played with herself. He asked if she ever thought about any of her spenders when she was alone at night and if she would ever let any of them, more importantly him actually meet her. Touch her, fuck her. God he wanted to, he needed to.

Seeing her little fingers curl inside her tight little cunt was becoming addictive. It got even better when he would send her the money over and a link of the toys he wanted her to play with for him.

Sometimes she would bring her toys out in some of her normal streams, she would have her vibrating panties on while she spoke to her fans, grinding against a teddy and biting at her own lip to keep quieter than she would be normally.

Klaus and Y/n had become somewhat emotionally involved without telling the other of their true feelings. They both assumed the other was their for physical things. Y/n especially thought Klaus could care less about her. Especially when he suddenly stopped turning up. Never joining her performances or even coming online. She assumed he must've gotten bored or something?

She didn't know that he was in New Orleans, in and out of wars and living in a house full of bloodsucking creatures, night howlers and magic practisers.

And he didn't know that she was also in New Orleans, working in a little coffee shop out of the way. Not until he found himself inside it after a very long night. He didn't want to go home and stayed out, wondering until the sun rose and shops began to open. That was when he stepped inside and his eyes found hers.

Recognition flashed through both of them and he could hear her heart pounding as she stepped back quickly, tripping on her foot as her breathing escalated and a whispered chant of "nonono" slipped past her lips. On instinct he rushed forward to follow her, shoving past the little gate that let the employees go behind the counter. Other staff yelled at him but he just focused on following her breathing.

He got to a small room which a couple coats hung up and some bags, then he heard a slam and lifted his head to see a window smack closed.

Hurriedly he went back out through the front and sped round where she must’ve climbed out, he could faintly hear the quick patter of footsteps and chased it. His breathing was almost as fast as hers as he turned corners with pace and ran straight into someone. He apologised with a grunt and looked up only to find himself surrounded by people once again as the day was beginning in the busy city.

He let out a frustrated groan and spun around, checking through the crowds as much as he could. “For fucks sake” he growled, storming through the people until eventually finding his way home.

After that day he went back to that coffee shop every day until he eventually compelled one of the other workers only to find out she quit on the same day she saw him there. He compelled every person in the building until one of them told him that they knew where she shopped.

He then continued to hang around the shopping centre for hours like a full on stalker.

Eventually he spotted her, and he did not waste a single second before he was directly behind her “Y/n?” He whispered and she physically jumped as his hand came in contact with her shoulder. She smacked his hand off her, wide eyes staring at him and he knew she was ready to run so he moved forward. Hands either side of her head against the shelves of the supermarket.

Her breathing was laboured and fear rolled off of her. “What do you want?” She whispered, her voice a little more breathy under the circumstances but still mellifluous.

“I- I don’t know” he whispered back, becoming a little confused. What did he want from her? As if realising the situation a little better he moved his hands away from her. What the hell was he doing?

He had caged the poor girl, scared her and for what? To look at her? He could do that online though he was certain she would have blocked his access by now. He didn’t even think to log back on.

His jaw clenched and he took in the anxious expression painting her face. Had someone found her before? Did she think he was here to hurt her?

“I’m sorry” he murmured, taking a hesitant step back “I didn’t know you were here, I just saw you and- I don’t know…I just wanted to…see you? Or talk to you? I don’t-“ he could feel his mouth going dry as he stared at her

“How did you know I’d be in here?” She asked, afraid and a guilty look spread through him.

“Well…okay that makes it look worse” he laughed uneasily. “I just…I missed you” he whispered and she studied his face

“It’s not like it’s hard for you to see me” she whisper yelled and he sighed

“Well I know that but I couldn’t come on there anymore” he mumbled knowing that a number of beings would’ve been able to hear it.

“Right, you’re married or something. Look I don’t care okay? I’m not gonna tell anyone. I don’t even know if your name is Nik” she promised. “I won’t say anything and you won’t say anything…right?” She asked, a twinkle of desperation glistening in her eyes.

His expression softened slightly and he backed away slightly so she wasn’t trapped. “I’m not, married- but I won’t do or say anything. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you” he told her, still confused with what he himself was thinking and doing.

She watched as he left, bumping into someone by mistake as he left. She wasn’t sure whether she should be more afraid or at ease. She leaned more towards the first one.

She began to look over her shoulder whenever she was out, she moved apartments and changed her loyalties when it came to shopping.

And yet still, even with Klaus also trying to avoid her and leave her be, they managed to collide.

Walking straight into each other in the middle of town. His hand had lurched forward to catch her from falling and they both looked to the other prepared to look annoyed before both going silent and wide-eyed. After a second he let go of her and they both muttered an apology, what was worse was that he was with Rebekah and Hope. As soon as Y/n saw the child she turned moved past him, gaining speed as she went. Rebekah could tell something was wrong as her brother went to follow the girl only to sigh and turn back to Hope.

“Secret lover?” She teased but he didn’t look amused so she kept it to herself though she had Hope shared a look.

Klaus however only appeared troubled. He found himself making a new account to watch his girl once again but she’d been inactive for a little while, people asking for her to come back. He hoped he wasn’t the cause but part of him knew he was. He’d spooked her.

But after a while she came back and he watched, send in some cash and eventually he was on a one on one session again. He apologised for how he’d come across and promised he never had ill intentions. After a little time they fell back into pattern and their confidences grew when asking and doing things.

And when he saw her working in an art store selling paints and other mediums as well as helping out with some galleries nearby, he decided to actually talk to her comfortably.

He asked if she’d consider going to dinner with him and gave her his actual number. After a good week she agreed and he had in a fancy restaurant. He could practically smell her nerves but tried his best to soothe her, promising everything was okay and safe. She told him she did the camming for two reasons, for the money but also for herself because she enjoyed it and it made her feel good about herself. They both agreed that if their relationship progressed that it wouldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted just like she wouldn’t stop him from his….job that he made up.

In fact he asked if she’d ever let him join her. She had laughed and shook her head but several dates later when he had her pressed against the same bed that he’d watched her touch herself in months earlier, and was sucking pink marks into his skin, he asked again. And with convincing, she agreed.

God he couldn’t wait to have people know she was taken, he knew it would take a little while but he wanted to make all those people watch as he fucked her senseless. Show them how a real man could treat her instead of those toys.

Not that he didn’t enjoy using them with her, whether it was steaming or in their personal time. He kept her hidden from his family and she didn’t want to ask about it, a little worried for the answer after that time she saw the little girl and blonde women but she had fallen in love with him and it frightened her to think that any of this wasn’t real for him.

For her, she was safe. She was with someone who respected and knew about what she did and would pleasure her not only privately but willingly be apart of her…show.

And for him, she was someone who didn’t see him as a monster or a freak. She wasn’t caught up in any of his family drama or causing any. Everything was nice…for a while.

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gauloiseblue · 3 months

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The Garden

Since that day, he's been seeing her more often. Sometimes on his way to the town, or running into her at the market. Maybe that's the perk of being a neighbor

He also runs more often with Liv—Olivia as he becomes a regular at her bakery

She's already a chatty girl from the start, but after knowing he didn't think of (name) as a bad person, it seemed to increase twofold

She talks a lot about her; what she's like when she first moved, her story about the bakery, how it took 3 years before they became friends, and how she taught her how to make sourdough, because she seemed to have fun making them

There's also heavier stories about her, when the rumors were affecting their friendship, and how long it took her to take down the wall she built, until they could talk like they used to. Though it's no longer there, she did feel like she has changed, and she couldn't do anything about it

One day, the subject of the talk comes to the shop when she's talking to him, and ends up giving her an earful, telling her she shouldn't bother a buyer. But he quickly says he doesn't mind, which earns him a dirty look from her

He wants to believe her, and that his neighbor is simply misunderstood. But he's a rational man, and he'd like to see her from many perspectives before truly believes in her words

The second person who believes her as a good person is Mr. Harris. He talks quite a deal of her, whenever he picks up fresh milk from him

"She's too nice sometimes, it's almost like I'm taking advantage of her kindness."

He tells him the story of the bull, and how he didn't have enough money to buy it from the auction, and he told her about it when she asked him whether he wanted to join the auction or not. Which, to his surprise, she delivered the bull the next day, saying she likes him, but can't possibly keep him, so she gave the bull to him.

He then proceeds to tell him how she loves the cows in his farm, and that he let her named one of the baby cows. He also gave her his products for free, and that he'd share anything his friends gave him to her

There's a lot of people, especially kids who like her. But when it comes to kids, they only like her because she's like a lady santa claus

She'd scold them if they ask for money, or anything for the purpose of showing off. If they genuinely want it, she'll give it to them without many question

But what amuses him, is how they ask for it. They're very straightforward, they'll just ask her if she's really a santa claus, and mention the thing they want. If their answer satisfy her, she'll buy it for them, if not, she'll close the door

The way they told him about her is like telling a legend

As for the adults, they usually thought that she's kind, just reserved

He keeps track of the info, and tries to piece them together. He told himself he's not trying to figure her out, he's just trying to understand her. Though deep in his heart, he knew he said it to justified his actions

Months have passed, and he begins to see a clearer picture. It's likely that her job is related to arts, possibly an artist herself, or a curator, judging by her preference, and how much money she had earned

He also guessed about her status from the lack of a ring in her finger. She might’ve been married at some point, but not anymore. There also aren't many men in the village who take interest in her, even if they do, they won't really do anything about it. Country men avoid scandals like city boys avoiding responsibility

That's what he thought, until he finally saw the gardener

He met him one day, after finishing his morning jog. He saw a young man working on the flowering trees around her garden, and he decided to say hi

He's very attractive, and his eyes still possess a childlike innocence. He almost looks like a small pup, which seems like the complete opposite of her

They talk for a while, before they turn their head towards the door, which is opened before the owner of the garden steps out. She seems surprised to see him talking with the boy, but she welcomes him nevertheless

He didn't miss to see the boy's eye lights up at the sight of her

"Have you had breakfast?" She asked him, and he shook his head, "Do join us, then"

He never really eat after exercise, but he can't resist the offer for a cup of tea

They all settle in the dining room, which has a pretty wine cellar, and extensive collections of liquors. He takes one of them to examine it

"You like to drink?"

"Not really." She replied, "Most of them are just for collection."

"That's a shame," He hums, "It's a good whiskey."

"You may take it if you want."

He turns his head in surprise, "What?"

"Well, you said it's a good whiskey." She looks at him after setting the table

He shakes his head, "It is, but I don’t drink anymore."

She mutters a small 'oh', before taking a seat. The young man follows afterwards before he does

Today's menu seems to include poached eggs and spinach, with yellow sauce on top. The boy quickly digs in, as well as talking about the garden's condition, and anything that crossed his mind

She only gives short answers to all of his babbles, almost as if she's putting a barrier between them. It's even more striking as she mostly keeps her conversation with him, leaving the boy out subtly.

Once the boy finishes, he excuses himself to work for a little bit before going to him. After he leaves the room, he turns his attention to her

"He likes you."

She then groans, "I know, it's giving me headaches."

"Why'd you keep him around, then?"

"It's not like I have a choice."

She begins to tell him about his situation, from the start until now. He likes flowers, but his family didn't have enough space for his hobby, for a reason that they're farmers, and an acre of land can produce a bag's worth of potatoes, so they couldn't really afford wasting it. One day, when he walked on this road, he saw her house with withering trees and decided to knock on the door.

"Of course I couldn't refuse him, I wanted to see the flowers, but I didn't know how." She sighs, "He didn't want to receive any payment from me, so I told him he could buy anything he needed. That's the least thing I can do for him."

"When did you realize he has something for you?" He asked

"I'm not sure." She bit her lips, "I did have my suspicion early on, but after his visits became more frequent for no other reason than meeting me, I knew I was right."

"You gonna do something about it?"

"Maybe. But I wouldn't wish to burn the garden just to push him out of my life." She mused, "He had taken care of them for so long, it'd be cruel of me if I took it away from him."

He rubs his chin as he thinks, "Perhaps you can hire a real gardener to replace him?"

"I'll think about it." She leans back on her chair, "It's a shame, though. It's nice to have him around."

"Then don't do anything about it. Let it happen."

She laughs as she catches what he means, "I don't think it's appropriate for me to do."

She talks about his desire to go to a business school, so he could expand the business once he takes over. But his parents can't really afford it, so he decided not to pursue it. She then encouraged him to apply for a scholarship, and helped him to get it, which was a success. Now he's in the 2nd years

"No wonder he likes you." He commented

"He shouldn't be." She frowns, "I'm almost the same age as her mother, he shouldn't have any feelings towards me."

"Well, that's because you don't look like one."

She lets out a small laugh, "I'm flattered, thank you."

They talk for a bit, before he excuses himself. On the way out of her garden, he finds the boy working on the potted plants, before they both hear a song softly plays from one of the windows

The boy smiles as he tugs on the withered leaves, and all of the sudden, a single thought strikes him

He doesn't love the garden. He loves the owner

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raynecos · 3 months

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Sour Wine (Skk)

Authors Note: Hi hi, so you may have noticed tiny inconsistencies or just that my writing was a bit dry in the first part of this fic, but alongside me being a bit rusty THAT WAS INTENTIONAL due to Chuuya's state of mind, i'll do my best to make it all fit together well as the entirety of the story comes together! -Rayne

Credits to my wonderful boyfriend for the plot of this fic <3

TWs: Suicide, Pills

Part One: Empty Bottles, Part Two: Coffees Only As Bitter As You Let It Be

Dazai

Fading sunlight crept through the window, casting a dark yellow filter across the room. Dazai’s eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light, looking around the room cautiously as if searching for someone. Sitting up, the view of his surroundings became more clear, glancing across the space he’d cleaned up just the night before. A random burst of energy giving him the motivation to get the dirty laundry off the tan colored floors and wipe the dust off every surface. Well not every one, it seems he’d missed the windowsill, but he couldn’t care less. Reaching over to grab a water bottle he’d left next to the ratty mattress on the floor he slept in, he knocks over a few pill bottles. One pops open and several antidepressants spill out, “Fuck”. Pulling his hand back and taking a drink of the water he retrieved, he takes a moment to think. Todays the day It’d been three years of hiding, one more and he’d be clear, but Dazai was so incredibly sick of sitting around drowning in his own regrets. He wasn’t doing anything productive with his life, and he couldn’t undo what harm he’d already done. So why do nothing for another fucking year? He was either going to fuck up what he was trying to do with the past three years, or he was going to die. Honestly he didn’t care what the outcome was, he just needed something to change. He got up and got dressed as soon as he’d woken up enough to, his white button up and black vest both being about the same as he’d usually wear, but cream colored pants rather than matching the vest's dark appearance. When he’d left the mafia he’d decided to dress brighter, that’s the best way to describe it really, throwing on a light brown jacket was enough for him to decide he was ready for the day. He stood in front of his white framed mirror, adjusting strands of his hair until he looked exactly how he wanted, not that his looks really mattered, not today anyways. He had no intention of trying to meet anybody, he wasn’t going to settle for any man that easily. His eyes drifted from examining his hair to the photo taped to the corner of his mirror. One he’d had Akutagawa take, him stealing Chuuya’s hat. He wanted to capture a memory of them together, and he’d definitely done it, but every now and then he’d find himself regretting the decision. He snapped his eyes back up to his own reflection, deciding he was satisfied and quickly turning to walk out the door, pocketing his phone on his way out.

Dazai sat down in the same spot as always, the corner of a small cafe, surrounded by fake vines and CDs hung up on the wall. He despised coffee, but drank it anyway. Nearly every day he came here, and nearly every day he ordered the same thing. Black coffee, no sugar, no milk, just plain old black coffee. It stung everytime he took a sip, maybe it was a form of punishment for what he left behind, or maybe he was just trying to convince himself to like it, everyone else did, so why didn’t he? There are a multitude of questions only Dazai could answer, but at the same time he couldn’t. Really it could’ve been that there wasn’t anyone to stop him from drinking the horrendous, dark, bitter liquid. The cafe was quiet, it was evening after all, how many people do you know that’d go buy coffee at 7 pm? If you knew Dazai then you can add one person to that count, that’s for sure. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, searching for the number he hadn’t called in years. Would it still work? Who knows, it’s entirely possible it got exchanged for a new one the same as he’d done with his own when he’d run from the mafia. But it’s not like you know unless you try, and he was willing to try. Found it. His finger hovered over the call button, hesitant, but he’d made this plan a week ago, he knew he had to go through with it. He closed his eyes and pressed down, opening them when he felt the soft buzzing in his hand, “What do you want?” came the voice of a certain ginger on the other end. Dazai froze, he didn’t change his number, he opened his mouth but the words he wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t run back into his former best friend's arms after three years of not even knowing if he was still alive. Chuuya probably hated him more than anything, it wasn’t worth it. “Shit” Dazai said as he quickly hung up, dropping his phone on the floor under him and cupping his mouth with his hands, ‘I’m a fucking idiot, fuck, fuck why’d i think that could ever work.’ his mind was racing, all his thoughts screaming different things and the voices were getting louder, oh god what if Chuuya realized it was him, what if he’d report it to Mori, what if he just lost any chance he had at ever telling hi- “Sir are you alright?” Dazai’s head shot up to look at the waitress in front of him, who’d clearly caught onto his distress. Putting on a fake smile, and making an attempt to brighten his eyes he responded “Oh yes i'm okay, no worries, thank you!” “Alright then, by the way your cell phone seems to have fallen on the ground.” “Oh thank you for telling me, I'll grab it.” He leans down to pick it up and slip it back into his pocket, and once he looks up again, she’s gone. ‘Plan B then, shit’

It was basically nighttime at this point, Dazai walked along the sidewalk as a few cars occasionally rolled by, the sunset was beautiful and he couldn’t help but stop for a few moments to admire it. A few stores lined the path to his right, as he came up to the front of a liquor store he used to visit frequently on Chuuya’s behalf, he turned and crossed the street not so carefully. As he reached the other end he walked up the stone surface of the bridge crossing the stunning Yokohama river. The water sparkling below him as he reached the middle and stood at the edge, not yet moving off, just taking in the view ahead of him. A painful buzzing noise in his head grew louder and louder as his thoughts began to race, starting to second guess his decision, wondering if he should really follow through. ‘Shut up, shut up.’ but they wouldn’t, there was only one way out of the hell he’d created for himself, and only he could take that initiative. He held his breath, and lifted his foot over the barrier, exhaling as he felt himself drop.

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 1 year

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Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

The Gracious Invitation (Isaiah 55:1-13)

The Bible seeks in every possible way to make men know the divine love and mercy. A great novelist in one of his stories tells of a child who ran away from her home. Every night when it grew dark a candle was set in the window of the old home and left to burn there all night, that the lost one, if ever she crept back, repentant, desiring to return might see the light and know that it meant a welcome for her, that love’s place was kept for her within.

The Bible is like a great palace standing on some mountain top in the center of a dark world. It has a thousand windows in it opening on all sides, and in every one of them a bright light shines, to tell earth’s lost and weary ones, wandering in the gloom of a home where they may find a welcome if they but come to its door.

The fifty-fifth chapter of Isaiah is one of these Bible windows. The chapter opens with a call which falls on the ear of the lost like sweet music. “Ho! Every one who thirsts, come!”

There is a story of a thirsty traveler wandering in the desert. He had a compass in his hand but knew not whether its needle pointed toward a place of refreshment, or to a spot in which he must lie down and perish. He was utterly in despair. Turn which way he would, he seemed to be only wandering farther and farther away from hope. He had sunk down in the sands of despair, when a little leaf came, wafted by a passing breeze, and fell beside him. He picked it up, and new hope took possession of his heart. The leaf told him of life. It could not have come far, for it was still fresh and green. At the place from which it came there must be water, shade, and food. He knew the direction, too, for the breeze had borne it. So with the little leaf firmly clutched in his feverish hand he rose and hastened in the direction whence the leaf had come, and soon was resting in the shelter of a green tree and quenching his thirst from the springs that gushed at the tree’s roots! Like that little green leaf, dropping out of heaven, comes the call from God, of the opening words of this chapter to those who are weary and thirsty in spirit. Where it comes from there must be water, food, and rest! It is divine love that sends it!

The call for attention, “Ho!” is a call to life. It commands attention. It would arrest the most careless, those who are heedless and indifferent. It has a message, too; it is not an empty call. “Come to the waters! And he who has no money come!” The invitation is universal. “Every one.” It is to the poor as well as to the rich. “He who has no money.” It meets the universal human need. It fits the actual craving of men. “Every one that thirsts!” Who does not thirst? Who has not deep needs burning in his soul?

The blessing offered is precisely adapted to the need. “Come to the waters!” What water is to physical thirst Christ is to men’s spiritual needs. This world’s vanities do not satisfy but what Christ gives, quenches all their thirst!

Then there is more than water, more than refreshing. “Wine and milk!” These are symbols of nourishment and exhilaration. All is free, too! “Without money!” Nothing has to be paid for these blessings. Indeed, no money could purchase them. Only earth’s baubles can be bought with gold or silver. Yet, although free, there is a very real sense in which these blessings of salvation must be bought. “Buy, and eat.” Money will not buy them but like the man who sold all he had, to purchase the field with the hidden treasure in it we must give up everything to get Christ. We must pay ourselves, our life to win Him.

One of the saddest things in human life, is the wild search for things which will not satisfy men’s real needs. “Why do you spend money for that which is not bread?” It does seem strange indeed, that men never learn the folly of trying to find bread for their spiritual nature in what this world has to give. They have deep cravings and they try to satisfy them with money, power, pleasure, or fame. But these things are not bread for the soul and immortal lives cannot feed upon them. A hungry man is not satisfied by finding gold or pearls it is bread he wants. What can money do for one who is in deep spiritual distress, or when remorse embitters his life, or when he sits in deep sorrow by the coffin of his dead; or when, facing death himself, he looks into eternity? Nothing but Christ will do in such moments! An angel cannot be fed upon earth’s viands. Just so, a human soul finds no satisfaction in the possession of this world’s trinkets!

What the gospel offers is real bread, because it satisfies the heart’s cravings. God’s blessing comes to us through God’s Word. “ Hear and your soul shall live!” We are to listen to the invitations of divine grace. But there is a time when we must give heed to these divine calls or it will be too late. “Seek Jehovah while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near!” The candle burns now in the window but it will not always burn there. “Whoever will may come,” runs the Bible invitation but there will come a time when it will be too late to answer the call a time when God may not be found, when He will not be near when the door will be shut!

There is only one way of accepting the invitation. We cannot take it and keep our sins. “Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; and let him return unto Jehovah.” We cannot be saved and still keep our evil thoughts in our hearts and go on in our evil ways. God is very willing to take our sins, putting them away forever but He will not take our sins, without ourselves. We must give up our evil ways, even our wrong thoughts, and must serve God.

Men’s hearts by nature are hard, like trodden fields. But even the hardest heart, God’s grace can soften. “As the rain comes down and the snow from heaven ... so shall My word be.” We all know how the rain softens the dry and hardened ground. Its drops go to the roots of the withering grass and the fading flowers and soon new life appears everywhere. So it is when God’s Word falls upon a human life. It makes the barren life, fruitful. Sometimes it lies like snow on the earth, not melting for a time. The results of holy teaching do not always appear at once. But as at last the snows melt and fill streams and rivers; so God’s Word in a life will some day find its way down into the heart and bless it. Heavenly lessons have lain for scores of years, producing no effect; yet, at last, when the warm love of God touched the life it brought forth beautiful fruits.

#James Russell Miller #Devotional Hours Within the Bible #Isaiah 55:1-13 #The Gracious Invitation #May 13 #2023

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kelyon · 1 year

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Hot Cocoa and Stolen Kisses

My @rumbellesecretsanta gift for @smutwithplot from the prompt “Cocoa and Stolen Kisses.”

When Lacey discovers her landlord’s sweet tooth, she begins to wonder if there’s more to him than what’s on the surface.

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Lacey never bought that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. That saying always seemed to have the sexism baked in, as it were. In a world where that was true, cooking was really less about seduction and more about proving what a good little wife you’d be. Lacey wasn’t going to be anybody’s little wife, and she had plenty of other ways to get attention if she wanted it. Most of the time, she was less concerned with getting into a man’s heart and more about getting into his pants.

Until she set her sights on her landlord.

Roald Gold didn’t seem to be the sort to let anyone into his heart, his pants or his stomach. In the first nine months of her lease, Lacey pinned him for a run-of-the-mill hardass. The kind of man who woke up at five AM and ate plain oatmeal for breakfast every day, and had done so for the past thirty years. He wasn’t a bad landlord--firm on the rent, but quick with the repairs. He also insisted on collecting the rent himself, and coming into her apartment for a not-at-all-obvious inspection that she wasn’t destroying the place.

Lacey hadn’t thought much of him, until a random Saturday morning in the beginning of September. That was the day she witnessed Gold buying a pumpkin spice hot chocolate from Storybrooke Coffee.

The order was pretty strange on its own--it was eighty degrees out, and Mr. Gold didn’t seem to be the type to like sweets. The really noteworthy part came once the drink had been served. He’d gotten the hot chocolate to go, but tasted it before he left. From her cafe table in the corner, Lacey saw Mr. Gold make a face at the drink, then go over to the little counter with coffee fixings. She watched him take off the lid and dump cinnamon and nutmeg into the paper cup. Then he added more sugar and some half-and-half. He stirred the concoction with the wooden stirrer and tasted his creation. Lacey didn’t see that expression, but when he walked out of the cafe to go back to his pawn shop, he still had a half-grin on his face--which was half a grin more than Lacey had ever seen on him.

“Huh,” she said out loud in the empty cafe. Setting aside her crossword puzzle, she leaned back in the armchair and brought her pencil to her lips. “Huh.”

So. Her landlord had a sweet tooth. Who would have ever thought?

Even though Lacey had been perfectly satisfied with her frozen caramel latte, she made a point to order the pumpkin spice hot chocolate on her way out. She didn’t taste it until she was back in her apartment over the abandoned library. Using two of her mugs, she poured out the beverage into thirds. The last third she kept in the to-go cup. That was her control sample, the version of the drink that Gold hadn’t liked.

With a scientific sip, Lacey tried the control. It wasn’t bad, exactly, but it made her agree with all those people who say pumpkin spice tastes like a fall candle. Definitely room for improvement, which Gold had tried to do. That was what her second mug was for.

Pulling her spice basket off the top of her fridge, Lacey poured cinnamon and nutmeg into the cup. Then the white sugar. She didn’t have half-and-half, so milk would have to do for now. She stirred it all together and gave it a taste.

It was hard to judge if this was what Gold actually liked, or if it was just the best he could do with the ingredients he had on hand. The extra sugar, in Lacey’s opinion, was a mistake. The problem with the original wasn’t a lack of sweetness. More milk added a welcome feeling of richness to the drink. Half-and-half would have been better, and cream would be better still. The cinnamon was an inspired touch, but nutmeg was easy to overdo. It might have been a matter of taste, but Lacey was pretty sure she knew how to make improvements.

In her third cup, Lacey added the same amount of milk and cinnamon, a little less nutmeg, and no extra sugar. A quick taste proved that it was already better. Going through her spice basket, she pulled out ground ginger and cloves. Now with all the extra spices, the chocolate was getting drowned out. Lacey didn’t have any chocolate syrup on hand, so she ripped open a packet of Swiss Miss and added half of it to the mug.

Now it was too sweet again. Lacey had a splash of coffee left over from this morning, and sometimes cookbooks talked about adding espresso to chocolate desserts to bring out the flavor. So why not? She added the coffee into the mix, stirred it all up, and put the whole thing in the microwave to put the “hot” back in hot chocolate.

The end result should have been the best yet. But after one taste, Lacey was pretty sure she had just circled back to the beginning. It was better than the control from Storybrooke Coffee, but she’d be hard pressed to say why. Or if Gold would agree with her assessment.

Clearly, she needed to start over from scratch.

****

Two weeks later, on October first, Lacey was pretty sure she had a recipe figured out. At the very least, she had something she felt comfortable offering Gold when he stopped by for the rent.

In moments of quiet, Lacey would ask herself why she was putting forth this much effort to make her landlord hot chocolate. She didn’t need to get into his good graces. She didn’t have a reputation of culinary excellence she had to uphold. She wasn’t trying to prove anything to him. None of her usual motivations for doing things--thrills, spite, sex--really applied in this case.

Okay, that was a lie. Sex was definitely a part of this. But not the whole thing. It wasn’t like Lacey wanted Gold to bang her against the wall--or at least, not like she expected that to happen all at once, and not just because of her hot chocolate. She wouldn’t say no, of course, if that was Gold’s idea of a good time. But there was something else going on. When she had seen Gold smile over the hot chocolate he’d fixed, that was the happiest she had ever seen him. From the general vibe around town, there wasn’t anyone else who had ever seen him that happy either.

If alternate universes existed, there was probably a version of her who only wanted to make Gold happy, whose motivations were purely altruistic, purely pure. Lacey was more twisted than that. She didn’t just want Gold to be happy, she wanted to be the one who made him happy. The only one. She knew a secret about him--something no one else new--and her greedy little mind wanted to know more.

This was why she hauled her ass to the grocery store to buy baker’s chocolate, heavy cream, and the freshest pumpkin spices available. After lots of practice, she had developed a base hot chocolate recipe so good she was pretty sure she’d kill to defend it. She wasn’t as sure about the pumpkin spice element, but the concoction she poured into her classiest mug was definitely the best hot chocolate she had ever made.

At exactly 4:15 in the evening, there was a knock on the apartment door. Perfect. Gold was meticulous about time, so Lacey had made sure that the cocoa would be prepared and at the perfect temperature when he arrived.

“Hi!” She couldn’t help beaming when she opened the door.

Gold just nodded, polite and buttoned-up, as usual. There were orange pinstripes in with the black of his dress shirt, and a bronzy-orange tie as well. That was as vibrant a display of fall spirit as he would ever allow himself.

“Good evening, Miss French.”

“Come on in.” She ushered him inside. Her apartment was a one-bedroom, so the entryway, kitchen, living room and dining room were all the same area. “Do you have a minute to sit?”

“I--” Gold began, and then stopped. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of chocolate and cloves. “Are you baking?”

“Hot chocolate, actually. I’ve been experimenting with my own recipe.”

He didn’t say anything, but Lacey watched his eyes scan over the simmering sauce pot, and the two mugs on the counter.

“Would you like some?”

Now he looked at her. How had she ever thought he was boring? Gold put up a collected front, but if she had just looked at the man a little closer, she would have noticed how the wheels in his head never stopped turning. Knowing what she knew now, it was obvious how much he wanted some cocoa. It was also obvious how much he didn’t want her to know how much he wanted some cocoa. He was fighting against himself and she could have missed it all if she was looking.

He tilted his chin toward the mugs. “Aren’t you expecting company?”

Lacey shook her head. “No, I was hoping I could tempt you to try it. I’d, uh, like your opinion.”

Gold walked over to the kitchen counter like he owned the place. Using his cane gave his stride a forceful energy. His free hand floated over the mugs. “Does it matter which…?”

“No,” she said quickly. She had planned on giving Gold the larger mug, the one that might have been made of real porcelain. It had a sleek silhouette and a pattern of gray diamonds that reminded her of him. Instead, he picked up the mug she’d made as a craft project in the third grade, with autumn leaves depicted in splotches of bright paint.

She took the other mug and stood near him, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen sink. She didn’t want to drink until he did. Gold swirled the cocoa in the mug like it was a fine wine.

“I have marshmallows too, if you--”

“No need.” He brought his mug up to nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes closed for a second, and Lacey had the perfect image of what Gold would look like seconds before he started to eat someone out.

Fuck.

As he took his first sip of cocoa, Lacey sidled a little closer. She watched his face so intently even she thought she was a little deranged. The eagle eye was necessary, however, because the speed of Gold’s changing expressions could be measured in microseconds.

First, the shock of discovery, when the taste first hit him and his eyebrows shot up. Then exploration. He held the cocoa in his mouth and let it swirl over his tongue. Lacey imagined him catching every flavor, every nuance, even the scant tablespoon of pumpkin puree. When his eyes opened, they shone. It was a moment so fleeting it wouldn’t have been caught on film, but Lacey knew it was there. She saw the delight in his eyes. She saw his tongue dart over his lips to get every trace of the cocoa, every drop. She saw the flash of white teeth, saw the smile that he tried to hide by clearing his throat. She saw, for just a moment, the wonder her cocoa had brought out in him.

He set the mug down after one sip. Lacey flattered herself by thinking that he couldn’t handle any more. If he drank the whole thing, they really might end up banging against a wall.

For now, he kept his full composure. “That was quite good.” He said it like she was a waitress. Already, the light was dimming in his eyes. Already, his cocoa was getting cold on the counter. Lacey had spent two weeks perfecting the recipe and it was all going to go to waste. “Though I can’t imagine why--”

She grabbed her landlord by his suit lapels and pulled him in for a kiss.

His reaction was the cocoa all over again, but even faster this time. Shock and instinctive resistance, a second of melting into pleasure--and then he was pushing her away.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled.

The kiss had been short, but it still left Lacey breathless. “Kissing you,” she said. It was the only answer she had. The only one she could explain, anyway.

Gold stepped back. He looked at her like she had pulled a knife on him. His teeth were bared, his breathing was as heavy as hers. “Why would you-- Nevermind. Where’s the rent?”

Lacey stayed where she was. She kept both hands on the counter, so he could see that she wasn’t going to make any sudden movements. The intensity of Gold’s reaction only emphasized how much she had fucked up. He was treating her like she was dangerous, a criminal. Like he had something to be afraid of with her.

“It’s on the table.” She looked at the ground, breaking the eye contact that had connected them.

With surprising speed, Gold crossed the small room to get to the dining room table. He picked up the envelope of cash and stuffed it in his breast pocket without even thumbing through the bills. Lacey could have given him Monopoly money and he wouldn’t have noticed. He brushed past her without a word.

At the door, he looked up for just a minute. He looked at her, like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t.

He just left.

****

Lacey’s first instinct was to start packing. Clearly, she had just lost herself an apartment. Lease be damned, she wouldn’t have blamed Gold if he’d ordered her out by morning. He could take the rent too, call it a security deposit against un-asked-for kissing.

“Fuck!” She managed to contain the word until she looked out her window and saw Mr. Gold crossing the street from the library to his pawn shop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!”

She stomped around the apartment, picking up unbreakable items and then throwing them onto the ground. Stupid, that’s what she was. Stupid and impulsive and too horny for her own good.

After a few heartfelt screams into a couch cushion, Lacey ran out of steam. The knowledge of her fuckeduppedness was still there, but the initial mania had faded.

Should she call him? Not the way she would call a guy who’d had a more positive reaction to a surprise kiss, but the way she would call her landlord when she’d embarrassed herself so badly it might end up with her having to find a new place to live. She could say she’d been drinking--though that probably wouldn’t make her seem any more reasonable. Besides, talking to her was probably the last thing Mr. Gold wanted to do.

She got off the couch to look out the window again. The lights were on in his shop. When she’d signed the rental agreement, he’d given her three phone numbers: His shop, his cell phone, and his house phone. That was the order tenants were supposed to call him in. The house phone was supposed to be for urgent emergencies only.

Lacey had never called it before. She hoped it had an answering machine.

Before she could stop herself, Lacey pulled up Gold’s contact information. It rang a few times, then went to voicemail. The words burst out of her in a rush of nerves and shame.

“Hi Mr. Gold, this is Lacey. Lacey French. I just wanted to say that I am so, so sorry for what happened today. I don’t know what came over me, it just… It’ll never happen again, I promise. I really hope this mistake won’t have any negative impact on our business relationship. You’re a great landlord and I love this apartment, so please don’t evict me--Oh God, did I just say that? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. If I need to make repercussions--I mean, reparations--we can discuss it at your convenience. Until then, I hope you have a good night. Uh. Bye.”

She clicked off her phone and let it fall to the floor, while she fell backward onto the couch. Well, if the kiss hadn’t convinced him she was crazy, that voicemail certainly had.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Lacey groaned.

The cocoa was still on the counter, stone cold and ninety-nine percent undrunk. Terms that also applied to Lacey. Maybe she could do something about that.

She didn’t keep a lot of liquor around, preferring a glass of wine at home and for someone cute to buy her anything harder. But there was a bottle of Fireball that she kept around--for emergencies that could only be fixed with cinnamon whiskey. It paired very nicely with microwaved pumpkin spice cocoa.

Once Lacey’s troubles were sufficiently drowned, her fondest memory of the evening was that discovery--hot chocolate and cinnamon.

#rumbelle secret santa #hot cocoa and stolen kisses #golden lace #rumbelle

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girltclk · 2 years

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game over for miju and lexi

nsfw prompt lists. / accepting !

normally, miju would never dare to interrupt whatever internet thing lexi seemed to be doing all the time. she respected the time she needed to do whatever she seemed to do, and was typically patient. but, sometimes, there’s only so much patience a girl fucking her best friend constantly can handle. she’s decided she could wait for lexi to finish, hearing her yap on and on in the other room as she opens up the fridge to retrieve the milk pudding she marked her name on. she keeps her stock at lexi’s house to avoid her brother constantly stealing them. but, it was gone. her beloved pudding was gone. the author furrows her brows in frustration. lexi knew how much limited edition milk pudding meant to her ! forget trying to get her to fuck her later, she could put it on hold.

or she could do it now.

an extensive plan was thought up in seconds as she walks over to lexi’s bedroom door. maybe it wasn’t a good one, considering she’s been told there are hundreds of people watching lexi play video games and could see a potential argument. but, that was not her intention today. she walks in without knocking, immediately leaning in to see the controls. she goes by what lexi has taught her, and fortunately, successfully muted the microphone., “ lexi kim, you are a pudding thief. “ she says sternly, crawling underneath the desk. “ you know, i’m gonna have to do something about it. you know how i feel about my pudding. “

she’s quick to aggressively rip lexi’s bottoms off of her, sliding them down her knees until they reach the floor and tossing them to the side. her fingertips gently press against lexi’s pussy to tease her, stroking them up and down until she’s rubbing her clit. with her free hand, she slaps her inner thigh. “ no. you want me to stop ? then keep playing your game. i wanna see you struggle. “ she whispers before diving her head in between lexi’s legs. miju’s tongue sticks out, flicking it repeatedly just the way she knows lexi likes it. her hands make their way to grab lexi’s thighs, slurping up the developing wetness and her eyes never leave lexi’s face. she knows lexi, she knows what drives her crazy. her movements aren’t gentle, though. she wants her to want her enough to end her game early and play with her. and then buy her a pudding.

“ that’s right, come for me. you want those people on the screen to see your face when you cum ? they have no idea what’s happening to you right now. “ she says in between sloppy kisses against her pussy. she slowly slips a finger inside of lexi’s folds, she shows her no mercy in her movements, and she loves seeing her struggle to continue to do something so important to her while she’s getting fucked. it’s usually lexi who has the upper hand, but not now. right before the other comes, that’s when miju decides to stop entirely. she crawls up off the floor, standing to her feat with a satisfied grin before walking to the door.

“ if you want me to make you cum, “ miju says before closing the door. “ you buy me a whole set of pudding. “

#miju & lexi.#drabbles of ( miju. )#usfw #thvndcrous

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 3 months

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3.25.24 Monday

1 am

I have windblow.....Did Mitchang give me a "simple battery" since 2007? Where is she???

I feel bitterish.... I wanna leave the hometown... I wanna get a bf... I wonder where is Mark? I feel bitter having windblow for nothing... It is like "aging for nothing"...I feel so invalid... It is a bad feeling for yourself that you feel so " invalid".

I feel bitter, nobody wants me....Sometimes it is so good to go back to the past... Though, you wanted a good future but I can't exist...

But! Again, I will feel HURT if Mark is just nearby after all these years, if he is just observing or if he is just one of the people who are laughing at me being poorish these days, I will feel HURT!

17 years I lost myself... I wasn't able to grow on my own, I feel offended...I didn't feel important for 17 years... A lot of people thought I didn't have maturity but year 2011, I was really mature and fully awakened by everything.

I just feel a loser on my exes, coz those 17 years so many things could happened to all my exes and most specially on Mark, probably they already had have a child and just simply looking at me here, laughing at me... I feel HURT... My EGO is smashed and my pride is killed for 17 years.

I lost xfactor for 17 years and I feel invalid, having this windblow and I feel that someone gave me that and this "simple battery" and they created a group and they invited people to join them and some old friends became a member and some new... Worst!!! If my exes are just nearby laughing at me...

People doubt my maturity since 2011, I was really fully awakened but I couldn't get progress... They judged me....I always wanted to be forever young coz I missed a lot in life.

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7:49 am

Uncle DD is here for something he just gave me 50 to buy coffee but I ask him extra... So that I can pay Ely but he said he doesn't have extra...

Still, strange feeling on them...

9:01 am

Uncle DD gave extra for food coz last food tomorrow...

I'm thinking of my own life... I need extra fundings....I'm not satisfied being "just like this".

I really wanna see my old bf coz my situation is really a flat tire, unfairly flat tire since 2007.Mark for the chismosas and chismosos and pakilameroz or unfairly interfering. Mark was my personal bf and the rest... But I feel weird if Mark is somewhere nearby....I feel hurt for getting my links...

10:16 am

This is just for food... Back to zero my back-up on Ely but I ask him a 200 plus coz I wanted to buy a serum in Lazadah.

Nana requested for lugaw and mami and coconut milk for something... The left money is mainly for food...

10:47 am

I really wanna leave Cavite... I feel so down and I can't get progress...

10:52 am

I feel offended in Cavite....I really wanna see Mark but I will feel hurt if he is just nearby and fucked by Vagina's here or from any particular group that I don't belong.

I have windblow... 17 years I can't wait for more years...

12:46 noon

I still have windblow... I feel bitter...

Once a guy snap on me, I wanna kill him! I was spoiled... Mark knew... I feel bad if he snap on me? Did he snap on me? Or did someone snap on me on words at my back that they didn't invite me since they are all together since 2007???

It is unfair to snap on me, verbally that I can't defend myself... Did they snap on me???

1:13 pm

I feel bitter... I'm not happy!!! I don't like fooling around... It is too long for their own happiness... They are all fooling around for so long and trapping me... I'm fucking tired of waiting... I don't like fooling around!!!

2:44 pm

I just bought an another food for couple of days coz I back to zero my back-up from Ely... I bought a lugaw and mami and sachet of shampoo for few days and 1 coffee sachet. The money is gone....The rest for the water...

I feel bitter....I asked help from Ely that I wanted to buy a serum around 300, I feel bitter...I was spoiled and I didn't harm anybody since 2007.

I wanted a future,I wanted a career....I wanted someone who can accept me that I'm spoiled! I deserve a nose perfection and other vanity.

17 years if that fucking group didn't interfere, I have a better life now...

Now, I wanna see Mark, I have so many questions for him... I will feel hurt if he is just nearby observing me and laughing at me since 2007??? They are prepared now? Gets? Look at me now, my ugly situation...

There is no extra for vanity!!! I wanted my future...I wanted a new circle of upper friends...I'm so tired being at the bottom...

Have mercy on me!!! I deserve a LIFE!

4:54 pm

I still have windblow....I hate being a supporter, they pull me down their stategy is to trap me unfairly...

Breaker in the universe mga "green monster"....Those are INC's I hate them... Breaker in the universe??

I wanna leave Cavite... I feel bitter...

I lost circle of friends where I can be Kate-Like? Where is Mitch? Did she give that "simple battery"???

7:53 pm

I have windblow... I feel bitter.... I hate being the "new girl" always...How can I be Kate-Like, if I don't have a circle that is truly mine... I feel so low even on Mark, if he found out that I'm s7o alone and a lot are just fakers on me...I don't know if Mark snap or snapped on me???

I wanna leave Cavite,they don't like me from the start... They are together since 2007...Where are they???

8:40 pm

I feel bitter... I feel out of place on somewhere... I still have windblow... I feel like the "new girl" which I hate it so much...

I badly need Mark now, I'm tired 17 years it is totally unfair... I hate being "the new girl"....

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fox-glove · 6 months

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Back home and a curious misery has made its way over me. The quick succession of events that were menial in all the right ways has me stuck here. I'm unchanging. My parents moved out of the house I had lived in my whole life three months after I moved into my university. I can't even remember all the particular emotions that would've felt familiar to me in my old room, my old house. The unhappiness is new in the sterile walls I've only become familiar with in a few years.

All the drinking seems so logical, a healthy response to an unhealthy series of emotions. I used to use alcohol as a social tool. It would allow me to be able to have uninhibited conversations with people I liked or that I wanted to like me. While in Ireland for the past few months, not being around anyone I'd want to look smooth for changed the way I drank. I did it the same way I had done it during the summer, just to pass the time. My roommate would make vague comments of wasting my own money on alcohol if I was going to lie in bed drunk every night. I did get her to promise me to buy me alcohol once we got back to the U.S. I knew deep down this feeling would find me eventually, even years before I had drank at my high school grad party three days before the ceremony. Drinking is all wrong in my hands. It's chosen me improperly and I can't stop. There's so many things I want to change. It's so hard to hate your family because there's not many options after that. They aren't the type of people you can just run through.

I was thinking about the CSH song "Will You Please Pass The Milk Please." I couldn't remember the title of the song till my best friend who showed it to me reminded me of it. The song which is another example of a music-esque monologue with this sort of vignette into his relationship with his father We imagine people must act egregiously to be hated. You can harbor negative feelings after living with action after actions levied against you. I'm gonna go out and say that I don't think hate should always have such lofty criteria. I don't even live up to that in my own life but those are my principles. Can I never be angry at my father because I believe that he is intelligent, cares, and provides? Why must I let my negative thoughts about him also live in conflict with my head's conditions? It's like this self indulgent need to manufacture tension, when I can really just let go. The hate can live with everything else, even take precedent over affection. Any struggle's all me. I don't have to just love everything.

Yesterday after I had gotten into an argument with my dad and left the house, my mom asked me to buy chicken broth. The type of arguments we get into usually aren't too personal. I think personal conversation is something he's unwilling to engage in.. He won't ask meMy friend who was driving me around didn't need to go to the store and by the time I asked, they were all closed. When I came back home and told my mother I hadn't gotten it, she said to me, "Ava, it seems like the only person you think about is yourself." Being that ticked over chicken broth was a bit ridiculous, honestly. I thought about the vodka bottles in our pantry I had all filled with water in three months, the bottle of wine I stole from her and chugged until I realized it was only 9%, the dozens of bottles of vodka and wine deteriorating in an Irish landfill out there. I wish she could know, I could shove it in her face or something. Everything is just so meaningless that even a big dramatic occasion would't seek to satisfy what I'm looking for. I don't feel like I can really feel anything as much as I want to. I'd feel anything, even the really low terrible stuff. It's all water to me, neither here nor there in importance. Cold, stiff, and all the same.

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If this seems weird or you know who I am, this is all really elaborate method acting and is not real and you may think the artwork of this account looks like mine but it really isn't I stole it from someone and this is not me. Look at my artwork if you don't know me, follow this account no matter what a maladjusted idiot I am! I'm fun! I like things! look at my music taste ooooh!!!! Also I always use #diary and that's causing people who are pro-ana showing up in my for you. the first thing my mother said to me when I got to see her after re-entering the country was I've lost a nice amount of weight. This comment has driven me insane so pro-anas be gone and get wrecked, ya know. I think I will hate myself for writing this but I do not care. I'll draw dogs for everyone, all you sick fucks who keep liking just two of my posts, love you all. Writing as a fun little pastime over my winter break to a 99.999999999999% anonymous group I think is just self indulgent enough to keep it fine. No one's reverse image searching my work anyway. Might Just start doing stuff just for Tumblr too.

#text #writing #diary

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mountswhore · 3 years

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Can you please write something about you and mase being friends but you’ve hooked up a few times and now you’re pregnant! Thanks love

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 — mason mount

summary: after hooking up with your friend, mason, for a while, you were blown away to find out you were having his baby.

notes: reqs are closed.

Your friendship with Mason Mount had started when you were nineteen, meeting him through Ben, who was a long-time friend of your brothers. It was a flirty friendship, but the both of you were far too busy to turn it into something more. And during his long break between seasons, you'd reconnected with him just after your 20th birthday when Ben invited you and your brother on holiday with him, Mason, and a few others.

That was when you began to hookup. It was a warm night in Mykonos, and you wanted to enjoy the view, so you fought almost everyone for the room with the balcony. And you managed to get it, but on the condition Mason could enjoy the view with you. The pair of you stayed on the balcony all night almost, talking about your life and the holiday, and eventually Mason made his move.

This arrangement had been going on for almost two years, you now 22 and Mason approaching his 24th. But it wasn't going as swimmingly as you both made it out to be. Your 'casual, no-strings-attached' hookups were beginning to mean something to the both of you, but you were both willing to die before you admitted it. So every time you would text Mason to come over, he'd die inside because he was slowly falling for you. And you were falling just as hard for him.

You wanted to get in one more session with Mason before he flies to another country for international duty, and before your period started again. It went well, you thoroughly enjoyed it and waved Mason goodbye in the same night, satisfied with how you felt and performed. But after your usual bedtime ritual of wishing Mason was more to you than just a hookup, you'd fallen asleep.

You'd been expecting your period for the past two days now, even buying tampons, painkillers and chocolate in time. But it never came. It was strange, because you were blessed with regular periods. And they weren't too heavy, either. And yet your period app was almost harassing you with constant notifications:

'Did your new period start yet?'

'Your period is late by two days. Tap here for more info.'

And so you did, scrolling through the entirety of the article to learn you could very well be pregnant. It never really played on your mind, you didn't think about when kids would slot into your life, or when you wanted them. You also hadn't spoken to Mason about it. The pair of you were the other's only sexual partner. So, you occasionally liked to enjoy it without a condom. Especially, during birthdays, special occasions, and when he has to leave for a long period of time, thus being placed on a sex ban.

Like the other night. When he had to leave for internationals, and the both of you decided this occasion fell under a 'no condom' session.

You sighed heavily, resting your head in your hands as you sat on the side of your bed. Who was there to talk to about this?

"You only ever call me in an emergency. You hate calling people, are you on fire? Has your house burnt down? Are you being kidnapped right now?" Lauren stated, holding the phone to her ear as she stirred some milk into her coffee. She was one of the only people you trusted with this, and as big of a mouth as Declan had, you trusted Lauren wouldn't say anything.

"No," you huffed, shoving your foot into your trainers and yanking open your door, "I need you to come over. How quickly can you be here?" There was a silence over the phone as you got into the car, putting your phone on speaker whilst you drove.

"30 minutes. What the hell is going on?"

"I'll tell you when you get here."

It was difficult buying tests, as the public knew you were linked to Ben and Mason, and you frequently read articles and assumptions about yourself online. You were always called a 'fling' or 'hookup', and you were, but they didn't need to know that. You concealed your face with a mask and hat, and bought a handful of tests before running out to your car.

"What was so urgent?" Lauren asked as you pulled her into your house, a flustered look still plastered to your face.

"I think I'm pregnant."

"And I think I haven't involved enough in your life," Lauren admitted, completely joking with a serious tone, it's why you got on so well, "I have definitely missed a few chapters. How can you be pregnant when you were painfully single last I checked?"

"Painfully single? Where's that come from?" You asked, completely forgetting why you called her over, and more focused on what she'd just slapped you with.

Lauren laughed loudly, you were close enough to insult each other and still be the bestest of friends. "Declan offered to take you to meet the West Ham team and find you a boyfriend."

"Not the point," you sighed, dragging your friend to your kitchen and emptying the contents of the bag onto the island, "I think I'm pregnant and I need you here for moral support." Lauren was still stunned, and you were just as shocked as she didn't know you and Mason had been hooking up.

"What did you think Mason and I had been doing the past two years?" You quizzed her, sitting on the stool and grabbing a test, reading the contents of the box.

Lauren hummed and sat next to you, also grabbing one to study it. "I just thought you guys had a holiday romance and ended it, whenever Dec would bring it up to Mase, he'd brush it off and change the subject. We all thought he fancied you, so we stopped talking about it."

Fancied you? You thought.

You'd followed the instructions, and left the bathroom immediately, you didn't want to look at the result. You weren't ready. And those three minutes had been the longest of your life, you were pacing your bathroom as Lauren sat on the edge of your bathtub and scrolled through her phone.

There is was, the dreaded timer.

Lauren had approached the test like it was a rabid dog, and bit her lip as she read the result. You felt like crying, blocking Mason, changing your appearance, and fleeing the country. But it was a whole other feeling to look at the word 'positive' on the stick. Your heart clenched, your breathing quickened, and your knees buckled from under you. There was no way.

"I'm doing another one."

Same result.

You had no pee left to pee, and you had to admit the fact you were pregnant. With Mason's kid. You sank beside the bathtub in defeat, head resting against it as you sat beside your best friend, holding onto her tightly.

"Mason won't speak to me ever again," you cried, your head now on her shoulder as she comforted you, "he won't want a kid. His career is far too important right now, and we're both young. I'm going to be a single mum." Lauren couldn't do anything, just listen and be a good friend.

"I don't think Mason would cut you off just like that, like I said, we all thought he was in love with you," Lauren admitted, the silence coming from the test in your hand was deafening, "you never know, he might want to co-parent. If you aren't going to get together." She mumbled the last part, jumping out of her skin as she heard your phone ring.

It was Mason.

You had quickly answered it, Lauren saying her goodbye's silently, and you were still curled up on your bathroom floor. "Hey, Mase."

"Are you crying?" He asked, ignoring the warm welcome you'd given him over the phone, his mind overtaken with concern.

"No," you sniffled, wiping your eyes and standing up, "why'd you call?" You made your way out of the bathroom and sat on your bed now, still trying to bite your lip to conceal your sadness.

"Just bored, and checking up on you. Still sore from when I left?" He asked, and you could hear the smirk over the phone, making you giggle. This man unknowingly brightened your day, almost lightening the load of news you'd just received.

"Don't flatter yourself, Mount." You laughed back at him, and hearing his laughter made your heart flutter. You still had yet to tell him about how hopelessly in love you are with him, let alone his child growing inside you. "Missing me yet?"

"Always. Whenever I leave your house, I feel like turning around and never leaving," he mentioned, completely meaning what he said but using a flirty tone, knowing you wouldn't take what he said seriously. He was surprised to realise you still didn't know, after all this time. He loved and craved the feeling of your lips on his, but you only kissed when you'd have sex. Just as a bit of fun before you got into it. It took everything in him to not pull you close afterwards and kiss you romantically, not sexually. But having you sexually was better than not having you at all.

It had been a few days, and you were trying to come to terms with, firstly, being pregnant, secondly, it being one of your closest friends, and thirdly, how you were going to tell him. You knew you were just going to call him over after internationals were over, but instead of calling for sex, you'd call to tell him. But you kept thinking about how he'd react. What would he say? What would he do? What would happen from here on out?

After England's 5-0 win, Mason was on a flight back home, to you. You'd called him and told him to come over the moment he lands, and he'd agreed to do so.

He'd arrived at your house and you opened the door before he'd even got to the porch, but his smirk disappeared once he met with your tear-stained face. He entered into your house, following you as you took him to the kitchen.

"What's going on?" He asked, watching you sit down.

"I'm going to go into my back garden," you told him, staring up at him with soft eyes, "and when I knock on the sliding door, you need to open the fridge. Okay?" Mason just nodded, confusion still covering his face as he watched you leave your house and stand on your decking, knocking on the sliding door. It was his cue to open the fridge door.

And it was empty, all except for the pregnancy test. He picked it up, his heart beating rapidly and reading over the word 'positive' over and over again. It couldn't be real, could it? You watched as his face went from widened eyes, to a small smile, and that's when he looked at you. He looked... happy?

Approaching the sliding door, he slid it open and that's when your words fell from your mouth. "I understand that your career is demanding and makes you so busy, and I'd understand you choosing it over me. I'm just a friend, after all. But I'm willing to raise this baby al-"

He cut you off with a gentle kiss. Your first kiss outside of sex.

"Don't finish that sentence. You're not doing this alone, the baby is ours." Mason spoke quietly, hands holding your hips tightly, "and I'm thrilled. Sure, I'm young, but this is the perfect opportunity for me."

"Perfect opportunity for what?"

"To tell you that I'm in love with you, dummy." Mason laughed, and you looked up at him, ready to cry. This morning you woke up thinking you were going to be Mason-less and knocked up. But you had Mason and the baby, and he'd finally admitted his feelings, saving you the job.

#mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount imagine #mason mount blurb #mason mount #money mase #mase #mason mount request #mason mount one shot

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coloradocharmiegirl · 3 years

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Link to AO3-- Kum & Go

Kum & Go is a real gas station/ convenience store chain. They're fairly new to my area, and every time I drive by one, I giggle like a schoolgirl. On my way to my in-laws for Thanksgiving, this little smutty one-shot popped into my head and screamed until I wrote it down.

Summary

Timmy is home from college, and much to his irritation his mom sends him out to get milk mid-day on Thanksgiving. Unwilling to deal with the frenzy at the grocery store, Timmy seeks out the only convenience store that’s open. Meanwhile, as the owner of several convenience stores, Armie always has trouble making sure he has enough people willing to work the holiday. This year he was one short, so he’s put on a uniform and is staffing his least-trafficked store. Will a chance encounter give them each something to be thankful for?

#Thanksgiving smut #charmie fanfic #charmie #charmie ff #who knew buying milk could be so satisfying

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darkmulti · 3 years

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Hello I love your work so much, you are my fav writer I love your style and the way you paint your ideas! <3

I know you must have a lot of requests but could you please do a hard dom CEO jungkook, with innocent reader. Would be nice if you can add corruption kink, degrading and non con. Thank you!

⚠️: NON CON, DEGRADATION, CORRUPTION KINK, INNOCENT!READER, VIRGIN!READER, slapping, choking

-> I’m glad you like my work!! Sorry for the wait tho😭

-> I didn’t “add” too much corruption kink because it’s kinda hard to incorporate corruption kink and non con

-> sorry for any mistakes

“Y/N! In my office now!”

The moment you sat down on your chair, your boss called you again

You quickly stood up and hustled into his office

“Yes, Mr. Jeon. Is something wrong?”

You politely asked

“What the hell did you put in my coffee?”

“Regular, sir. Two milks and one sugar.”

“Did you check the expiration date on the milk?”

“Uh… no”

“God damnit! Are you trying to poison me, Y/N?! You can’t do the simplest tasks right! Get out of my sight.”

“Sir, I can make you another-”

“I said get out!”

You immediately left his office and sped off into your own

You closed the door gently before covering your mouth and bursting out into tears

The constant yelling and degrading was slowly breaking you down

He never appreciated any of your hard work, instead he focused on the small flaws you made

You knew you deserved better so that night you went home and wrote a resignation letter

The next day you went to work and gave it to Mr. Jeon

“Mr. Jeon, this is my resignation letter. I can’t work here anymore. It’s not good for my mental health.”

He poked his inner cheek with his tongue and crumbled the letter

“You have to give me a two weeks notice. That way I can start looking for your replacement. However, I have a business trip next week and you have to come with me.”

“What if I find someone that can take my place?”

“No, I want you to go with me and that’s final.”

Next week

You were at the airport with your carry on bag in hand and your passport in the other

Jungkook was in front of you, leading the way to the private jet

Once you both were seated, he poured himself and you a drink

“So, tell me why you want to quit.” He said, taking a sip of his Blue Label whiskey

You didn’t want to tell him the real reason, which was because of him

You thought it’d make the trip more awkward if he knew that you were quitting because of him and you also didn’t want to sound mean

So the best excuse you could come up with was that you found a more suitable job

You told him lies after lies, thinking that he was believing you

Little did you know, Jungkook could see right through you

He knew the real reason you were quitting was because of him

He was purposely cruel to you and you’ve finally reached your breaking point

It was amusing to him

Did you really think that you could trick him?

How cute

Jungkook knew that whole suitable job excuse was a lie because he keeps his eyes on you all day and night

While you were asleep, Jungkook broke into your apartment and installed tiny cameras all around

So he could keep an eye on you

He also hacked into your phone and installed a tracking app, just in case

He got access to all your emails, social media, phone calls, photos, text messages — ect.

Anyways, back to the private jet

You were in the back of the jet sleeping since it was a long flight and you get air sick

You felt something around your waist so you looked down and see a tattooed arm

You immediately recognized who it was and got up, waking up Jungkook in the process

“I- I’m sorry, sir. You should’ve woke me up and I would’ve given you the bed.”

“It’s fine, we’re about to land anyways.”

After you guys landed, you both headed towards the car in the hangar

The driver took you both to a luxury hotel

The building itself was super unique

The transparent, rooftop pool was definitely something you were looking forward to

Jungkook had paid for your hotel room

You guys had rooms right next to each other so it’s more convenient for him

It was still 10 in the morning, so Jungkook allowed you to sleep for a little while but by 12pm, you guys had to leave for an important meeting

The afternoon was packed with meetings, presentations & preparations for a small business party

You were exhausted because Jungkook kept you running back and forth while he was sitting on his ass

By the end of the day you were tired as hell, but luckily everything went smoothly

Jungkook seemed to be okay with how everything turned out

You were relieved to say the least

He’d usually find something to complain about

It was 10pm when you both arrived at the hotel

Jungkook said he was going to go shower and sleep so you bid goodnight and went into your room

Even though you were physically and mentally exhausted, your mind couldn’t fall asleep

You figured it was because of the amount of coffee you consumed

Since you couldn’t fall asleep, you decided to put on your swimming suit and go upstairs to try out the pool

Once the elevator doors opened, you were surprised to see so many people on the rooftop dancing and drinking

You still went to the pool even though it was loud and packed

On your way to the pool, you accidentally bumped into a group of guys

They notice your somewhat revealing swimming suit and offered a drink

You were going to reject but all of them were pressuring you to have at least one drink with them, so you stupidly agree

One drink turned into two and so on

You started dancing with the guys and they were all cheering you on

This was it

This was the attention you were craving for

You were a little wasted but still had your senses

You held one of the boy’s hand and took him to the swimming pool

“You said you were good at swimming… so make sure I don’t drown.” You drunkly said before jumping in

The man chuckled at your behaviour and jumped in afterward to make sure you don’t do anything dumb

After swimming, you had more drinks and danced more with everyone

The night was going so well until someone pulled you away from all the chaos

“Heyyyy, what’re you doing man? The party’s over there.” You said, pointing back to the crowd

He wasn’t responding so you tried to look at his face but the lights were burning your eyes

You looked down at his arm and recognize his tattoos

Once you realized who he was, it was too late

“M- Mr. Jeon, why’re you up so late?”

He brought you back to his room and shoved you in

Jungkook pushed you against the door and slapped you hard

It brought you back to reality real fast

“Are you dumb, Y/N?! Going upstairs without telling me anything, drinking and dancing with men you don’t know— do you know how dangerous that is?! Is your head hollow?!” He yelled in your face and hit the side of your head a couple of times, checking if it was hollow

“Do you know what they would’ve done to you if I didn’t come?! Let me fucking show you.”

He pushed you towards the bed and you slipped because of your wet feet

You started backing away from him, but you knew you were doomed when your back hit the side of the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please. I was just trying to have fun-” another hard slap landed on your cheek and this one was enough to make you tear up

“Fun? You want to have fun? Okay then, let’s have some fun.”

He pulled you up by your wrist and pushed you down on the bed

“Mr. Jeon, please! I’m so sorry! I don’t know how it all happened!”

You were sobbing at this point because Jungkook looked terrifying

He was beyond pissed and his eyes were showing it all

“You think a “sorry” can fix what you did?! You’re so fucking stupid! This is why I yell at you all the time because your dumb, little head knows nothing. Without me, you wouldn’t be living so comfortably. I give you a good pay, so you can pay rent, buy food and clothes without worrying about money. But, what do I get in return? A resignation letter…” he scoffs before continuing “… You’re just a dumb, naive, whore that would be homeless right now if I didn’t take care of you. Maybe this is why your parents abandoned you.”

Your bottom lip started to wobble and before you knew it, you were bawling your eyes out in front of him

His words were so harsh, you weren’t ready for it at all

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

You apologized over and over and over but he still wasn’t satisfied

“H- how can I make it up? Please, give me a chance.”

His hand went towards your private area and you started shaking your head profusely

“No, no, no… anything but that please…”

“Well, there’s nothing else that you have that I want.”

“I’m n- not comfortable though.”

Jungkook grabbed your face and stared deep into your eyes

“Does it look like I care?”

Jungkook continued on

He ripped your swim suit off and pulled down his pants

“Please be gent-”

You screamed when you felt him push into you

You grabbed his arms and tried to push him away but he easily dominated you

He pinned your hands above your head and spat down on his cock for some lube

Without any warning, he pushed his full length in, causing you to squirm around and cry

Your purity blood dripped down onto the bed sheets while you kept pleading for him to stop

“Mr. Jeon, please! I- I was sa- saving till marriage.” You sobbed

“That’s even better. Now we can get married.”

“No! No! I don’t want that.”

Jungkook pushed your legs apart and started going at a fast pace

“You don’t want to get married to me? Well, that’s too bad because I don’t care about what you want.”

Each of his thrust were powerful and rough

He wrapped his hand around your neck so anytime you rejected him in a way, he’d squeeze until you’d shut up

Your face was hot and red from all the slapping and choking

He covered your neck in hickeys

All night, he was fucking you

The headboard was banging against the wall so hard, it left dents in the wall

There was cum overflowing out of you, but Jungkook still didn’t stop

He pounded you until your body gave up on you

You couldn’t fight anymore

You weren’t talking, crying or moving

All you could do was whimper softly when it really hurt

Jungkook noticed you were on the verge of passing out, so he quickened up his pace and came into you before collapsing on top of you

“You would’ve been in so much more pain if I didn’t save you from those guys. So what do you say to me?”

You weakly open your eyes and look into his

“T- Thank you.” You whisper softly before falling unconscious

Decided to end it here bc I don’t have the brain power to continue writing. Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 2am

#jungkook smut #bts smut #non con #bts yandere #yandere bts

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bratkook · 4 years

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choke me. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, absolutely no plot word count. 2.9k warnings. short but sweet filthy, unprotected sex, messy sex, choking (jungkook begs her to choke him), dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), face riding, jungkook swears he sees jesus, his not so secret love for gossiping returns summary. now that the line between peeping tom and teasing neighbor had been crossed, entering into mutually beneficial territory, jungkook feels less wary about asking you to wrap your pretty hands around his throat note. peeping tom!jungkook is back for more, technically this is a second installment to come over but can def be read as a stand alone drabble! he lives in my mind rent free so i hope you all enjoy his brief return 🖤(i also wrote this in an hour so theres that) honorable mentions to @suqakoo who i promised id tag if i ever continued this story 🤧 @taestybae who is essentially the reason why i wrote the first part ily bae & @pars-ley i hope long hair jk ruins you once more

Jungkook absolutely can’t think of any other place he’d rather be than right here, right now. He’s honestly contemplating sending his realtor a bouquet of roses, hell maybe one of those edible arrangements with the melon shaped like petals, anything to show his immense gratitude for helping him buy this house.

Really, who would have ever thought the chain of events would lead to this very moment, sprawled out on his bed, large palms digging into your hips as you bounced on top of him, the slick sounds of your pussy soaking his cock filling up the room in a filthy manner. He is once again thankful for the narrow distance between your buildings that brought this moment to fruition.

“Shit,” you gasp, palms resting on his hard chest for leverage as you lift yourself up and drop back with a wet thump, “god, you feel so good.”

Your words are thick and slurred, drunk off the feeling of his cock filling you up deliciously, the subtle ruts of his hips working in tandem with yours making sparks of pleasure shoot throughout your body. Jungkook can only smirk at the way you’re lost in the feeling of it, the arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling around the base of his cock in a sticky mess that he had grown to love.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, bottom lip victim to his teeth as he bites down. The usual doe eyed look he had was missing now, swapped for a half lidded stare that made your stomach flip when you lock eyes.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, fingers pressing further into your skin when you tighten around him, not once slowing your movements, the perfect rhythym of your hips making a steady incline of lust course up his spine. “Making such a mess on my cock. You love it don’t you?”

A desperate whine spills out of you, fingernails pressing into the muscles on his chest, leaving half moons in their wake but he enjoys the sting too much to complain. “I just–feel so full, fuck Jungkook.”

He smiles at the way you trail off, your mouth dropped open with pouty lips wet with saliva. His palms can feel the way your body trembles with each thrust, warmth brewing inside of you and threatening to spill over every time he meets your hips with those dangerous eyes locked on you. Slowly, he raises his hand higher, following the soft skin of your sides, tracing every slope and curve of your body until he’s grabbing a handful of your tits, squeezing just enough to make you mewl in desire.

Jungkook groans out when you speed up your hips, the warmth of your walls wrapping around him tighter than before as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, the new found sensitivity only making you lose yourself further.

He can feel the cool sweat dampening his body, making his skin stick to the sheets beneath him, could see it slowly coating your neck as you throw your head back, revealing your throat to him and that makes the flash of an idea come back to mind.

“Fuck, fuck wait–“ he gasps out, heels digging into his mattress as his mind begins to spin at the premise of it all. A curious look sent his way as you slow your hips, a torturous glide being swapped in favor of stopping altogether but it’s enough for him to gather his thoughts properly. “Choke me.”

“R-really?” You stutter out, chest panting from a mix of exertion and excitement, the mental image of your hands wrapped around his thick neck stirring something inside of you. Something about a man like Jungkook, all muscles and strength that couldn’t be matched, asking you to choke him felt so wrong it was almost right.

“Please,” he’s begging now, skin on fire at even asking and potentially being turned down, but he can see the flash in your eyes, the way it turns you on, and if that didn’t settle him then the way you frantically nod in agreement does.

“Yeah, yeah i’ll choke you,” your right palm glides up his chest now, feeling the slight trembles that course through him from the steady rocking of your hips, his ragged breaths hitting the air as you gingerly touch his neck. “You gotta show me how though.”

You were very familiar with choking, being on the receiving end of it plenty of times, but you had never been the one in control and the last thing you wanted was to do this wrong. He smiles in appreciation though, a small chuckle leaving him as he places his palm over yours, delicately guiding it to the right spot over his throat.

Jungkook can already feel his cock stirring inside of you as he moves your fingers correctly, a low groan rumbling in his throat that is felt against your palm when you press down. Your eyes are wide with excitement, seeing how something so simple is affecting him before you have even started. The blood pumping in his veins pulses against your fingers, squeezing down further when he urges you to do so with his palm, a satisfied smile curling his lips up as he sighs.

“Fuck, just like that.” He rasps out, dropping his hand to allow you full control, choosing to grip onto the sheets as you slowly resume your pace once more.

Jungkook knew sending you a text reminiscent to the one you sent him before would lead to this, in one form or another, but having you riding him with your fingers pressed into his neck had just become his new favorite fantasy.

A small moan leaves you as you look down at him, his long sweaty hair raked off his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrowed together as the sensations flooded his mind. He looked like your favorite wet dream, eyes staring up at you in that dazed way that showed he was lost in the pleasure, tongue swiping at his lower lip as he moaned out your name, tugging at the sheets and rutting up into you with more urgency each time.

“Fuck, and you called me dirty,” you laugh out, leaning forward to inch closer to his face, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips and giggling when he tries to chase them for more, tightening your hold on his throat until his eyes are fluttering shut.

Jungkook feels like he’s floating, the low thrumming in his ears getting louder as the seconds tick by, the wet squelch of your pussy creaming his cock mixing in with your soft laughs and its filthy. “Tighter,” he rasps out, blinking his eyes open to see you once more, nodding in reassurance when you look unsure. “Please.”

When you do as he asks he swears he’ll cum instantly, his stomach caving in as the coil tightens inside of him, the heady feeling clouding his thoughts, leaving the edges of his sight speckled and faded, the image of you above him still crystal clear. There's so much want in your eyes, your own orgasm slowly creeping up on you at just seeing how affected he is by you doing this. His free hand drops back down to your hips, urging you to speed up your movements, each glide of your drenched walls feeling like heaven, draping over him in this soft warmth that leaves him gasping lewdly.

Maybe Jungkook should go to church.

A small shiver racks your body, pushing aside your own pleasure when you start to spot the floaty appearance on his features, the breathy whines that escape him, eyes spaced out, only focusing on the growing euphoric feeling coming from where you two connect, spreading to his every limb until he’s tensing up. “Wanna feel you cum Jungkook, c’mon, make me messy again.”

Jungkook nods at your words, speech wiped from his mind, blanking as you squeeze him further, the hand gripping the sheets shooting up to wrap around your wrist as a desperate moan leaves his swollen lips when his orgasm crashes over him in surprise, a flash of white spread across his vision. His eyes roll back in pleasure, hips rutting up into yours so forcefully you’re nearly falling over him, releasing his throat and allowing him to gasp in a breath, his warm cum spilling into you in spurts that you welcome.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” He chants, eyes squeezed shut as he fills you up like you asked him to, the buzz of pleasure soaking into his bones and leaving him satisfied, limbs limp as you milk his orgasm out of him fully. Jungkook weakly mumbles out your name as you continue grinding on him, the friction against your clit making you moan in response, leaning forward to cup his cheeks as you kiss him gently as he comes down. “Come up here.”

It takes you a moment to know what he means, spoken so slurred together in his post orgasm bliss you think he might just be mumbling nonsense, but as he grabs your hips with both hands and slides you off his softening cock you know exactly what he wants you to do. With shaky knees you crawl over him, sodden folds sliding against his torso and leaving a mess as you make your way to the head of the bed.

“Fuck, look at you.” He mumbles, arms hooking under your thighs to urge you up until your core hovered directly above him, knees digging into the sheets beside his head with your hand grabbing onto the headboard for support. Jungkook eyes your swollen lips, coated in your arousal and a mixture of his cum still dripping out of you, it’s not like he minds though, determined to have you falling apart because of him.

“Made me cum so hard I swear I saw Jesus,” he jokes, soft huffs of laughter hitting your inner thighs as he sloppily kisses them, tongue licking up drops of your arousal as he makes his way up. “Wanna return the favor.”

A whimper leaves your mouth as he teasingly licks along your slit, tip of his tongue flicking against your aching clit as he does so, humming in content when you tangle your hands in his hair. With soft, tickling touches of his fingers against the backs of your thighs you lower onto him, only the tops of his eyes visible as he pulls you further onto him, a cheeky wink sent your way before he goes in for the kill.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your skin to keep you in place as he licks a broad stripe up your folds, shamelessly moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, smiling against you when you shudder at the sensation. “Fuck, Jungkook.” You can barely whisper out, hips dropping lower in search for more and he groans, not opposed to the way your thighs cage him in, surrounded by you entirely.

A small shriek fills the air as his lips wrap around you clit, sucking on the swollen nub with intent to make you crumble, moaning against you as you tug at his strands with force, the yank at his scalp only making him keep at it. Stars flash behind your closed lids as you give an experimental grind of your hips, rutting against his tongue until you’re gasping, Jungkook’s fingers loosening their hold to allow you to seek your own pleasure, using his tongue to get yourself off on top of him.

He can feel his cock stirring back to life at you using him like this, fingers pushing his face further up, his tongue flicking against you, lips sucking enough to get you to tremble. “Shit, Jungkook, ah— c-close.”

The slow, deliberate roll of your hips increases as the familiar high approaches you, Jungkook’s hands grabbing onto your ass to urge you, guide you against him with more force. The wetness pools down your thighs, coats his mouth and chin but he swears he could drown here and die happy, fully content to know the last sounds he hears is you chanting his name out like a mantra.

“Shit, I’m cumming.” The heat curls in your stomach, flames licking at your insides as your hips grow sloppy and desperate, fingers clutching onto his hair like a lifeline as you can just barely taste your high. It’s not until Jungkook presses his tongue harder against you, providing you with that last bit of friction you need, that you cum with a shout of his name. His fingers rubbing soft circles onto your skin as he continues to suck on your clit, enjoying the aftershocks that course through you, the small whines and whimpers of overstimulation as he licks you clean.

“Ah, too much.” you plea, lifting yourself up from his mouth as the pleasure turns painful. He looks absolutely satisfied with himself, a charming smile on his messy lips as he stares up at you with glimmering eyes.

“That was amazing.” A snort leaves you as you carefully slide off of him, settling beside him with a content sigh, thighs still trembling from it all, something he takes note of as he runs his fingers against them.

“Who knew you loved getting choked,” you giggle, inching away from him when he attempts to grab you, “my hands weren’t enough for you, just had to go and let my thighs finish you off huh?”

“Shut up,” he whines, fingers wrapping around your ankle and yanking you back to him with more ease than you expected, not content until you were pressed against him once more. The heat of your bodies isn’t uncomfortable as he holds you close, maneuvering himself until you were flat on your back with his body slot between your thighs, arms wrapped underneath you with his cheek against your tummy. “You were totally into it too.”

“Hm, I was.” You can’t even deny it, seeing Jungkook looking so submissive at your hands made a small rush flow through you, the same rush you felt whenever he was rough with you. This was something the two of you could definitely play around with.

Jungkook looks beyond comfortable in his position, nuzzling against you happily, not caring about the way your skin sticks together but just as you’re about to shut your eyes he speaks. “Oh my god,” his cheek lifts from your skin to look up at you with a smile when you raise your brow in curiosity, “did you hear about the drama going on down the street?”

“What drama?”

“You know the preschool teacher that lives in that blue house?” Your hands run through his damp hair as you try to remember, finally putting a face to the person and nodding in confirmation, “Okay well she got that soccer mom’s car towed this morning.”

“Jungkook, how do you know this?” You laugh out, draping your arm across your face to hide the way you found it all amusing, his gossiping tendencies coming out full force.

“Well ever since somebody—” his fingers dig into your skin playfully, laughing as you squirm around, “lied to me about the group chat I got nosey, found this app called Next Door and the drama is top notch.” It was really a gold mine of petty neighborhood tea, keeping him entertained like the morning newspaper, knowing the ins and outs of who was the neighborhood Karen and who you could trust to call the cops if anyone attempted to break into your house.

“You know Jungkook, I never pegged you as the kind to love gossip.”

He rests his chin on your sternum now, eyebrows wiggling mischievously as the words leave your mouth. “Did you say peg?”

“Oh my god, get out of here!” He cackles instantly, allowing you to push his face away from you while you attempt to get up, his hands loosening their hold on you only to allow himself to crawl up your body once more. Your laughs continue to fill the air as he kisses your cheek sloppily, “Get your head out of the gutter.”

“I was joking,” he chuckles, leaning back with a smile, “unless you’re into that.” He tacks on the same ending as last time, winking when you scrunch your face up in embarrassment.

“Go, don’t you have work to do.” Desperately needing him to get away from you before your mind spun up another filthy fantasy at his expense.

“Need I remind you, you’re in my bed.”

“Yeah well, your bed is lined in egyptian cotton and smells like fresh laundry so don’t mind me, I’ll be here.” He had no qualms about that, giving you a final kiss to your lips before deciding you were right, he had been distracted enough by sending you that text to come over, needing to finish up the work he had to turn in by tonight.

As he walks around his room and gets himself looking decent enough to sit at his desk you flop over with a sigh, burying your face into his pillow and smiling when the familiar scent of him fills your nose. Looking out of his bedroom window and seeing your own bedroom a few feet away makes your stomach flutter with the same excitement as before, his teasing words replaying in your mind now.

Unless you’re into that.

How many more ways could he use that phrase for trouble?

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥/𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐱 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong's face lit up when your face appeared on the screen, waving enthusiastically at him.

"Hi Joong!" You greeted him.

"Hi baby." He adjusted the laptop so you could see him better

"How was the concert?" You asked him, to which he simply gave a shrug.

"It was nice and all....but you know... I'm really missing you."

You chuckled at how cute he looked pouting his lips out at you. Had you been there in front of him, you would have immediately kissed them with no hesitation.

"I'm missing you too Joongie. Don't worry, just a few more days and we'll see each other soon ok?" You assured him.

Hongjoong let out a whine.

"But baby....I need you now... I'm really missing you..." He repeated himself, his teeth biting down on his lower lip.

"I know Hongjoong, I know you're missing me like I'm missing you." You pouted back at him.

"No baby....I mean I'm really missing you."

Lowering his tone, he placed a hand in between his legs, slowly palming his growing hard on so you could understand his double meaning. Smirking at him, you got closer to the camera.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show me just how much you've missed me Joongie...."

Hongjoong let out a moan when you lifted your shirt up and threw it over your head, showcasing the fact you weren't wearing a bra.

"Take yourself out baby, I wanna see you touch yourself."

Hongjoong immediately began ridding himself of his sweatpants, eager to please you and obey you as you commanded.

"Just so you know, Seonghwa is taking a shower." He didn't seem too bothered by that fact, and neither were you.

"It's ok..I'll make sure you're cumming before then."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Your hand tried so hard to keep the phone close to your face, your lewd moans resonating through the speaker. Seonghwa could faintly make out the squealching sounds of your fingers playing with your wet hole, and it put a smirk on his face.

"You're doing so good baby, keep fucking yourself like that."

Although you were a panting mess and hearing your boyfriend give you orders over the phone aroused you to no end, you still didn't feel like you could actually cum.

"Seonghwa please-" You began whining.

"Please what princess?" He was practically purring into the microphone.

"Can't- I can't cum by myself. Need you."

He had to stop his hand from moving up and down his length at hearing you beg or else he would have cum right on the spot. Sucking in a breath, he focused his attention on you.

"Yes you can baby. You can and you will cum."

Your whines got more desperate and your fingers started to move more rapidly inside you.

"No! Hwa I really can't."

But Seonghwa knew that was a lie and he was going to prove it to you.

"Yes you can. Wanna know why? Cause you're my good little girl, so obedient and you want to make me happy right?"

You let out a groan as you could practically hear his smug look on his face, his eyes would have that lustful intensity that just had you melting and breaking down at his words.

"So cum for me baby. I wanna hear you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Having a few spare minutes, Yunho picked up his phone to check if you had sent him any new messages. He smiled when he saw that you indeed had.

"How's practice going?" It read.

"It's going fine. What are you doing now?"

In less than 5 seconds you were already replying back.

"I'm eating."

Yunho was about to reply but you beat him to it when you sent him a picture of you deepthroating a banana that had the caption: "but it's not what I was craving."

Yunho dropped his phone onto the ground when he saw that. Scrambling to pick it up, he was blushing furiously at what you were hinting at and it made him embarrased to know he was already growing a problem rather quickly.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

None of the other guys really paid attention nor suspected anything as they were too immersed on their own phones or goofing off. Yunho practically zoomed into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself so no one would come in. His mood suddenly changed and he felt in the mood to tease you as well. Pulling himself out, he took a picture of him cupping his lower half.

"Were you craving something a little bigger?"

With a sly smirk he sent the message together with the photo he snapped. Of course you replied fast this time as well.

"Fuck yes! I wanna suck that monster cock."

Yunho giggled softly at your dirty words before composing himself once more to send you one last text.

"Don't worry baby. I'll be home soon and I'll be sure to fuck that mouth of yours until you can't talk anymore."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang bit down on his lip to try and muffle his deep moans, not wanting his roommate to hear what he was doing inside the bathroom of the hotel room.

"Don't try to keep quiet baby boy. I want you to be as loud as you can be. Let everyone know what a slut you are."

Yeosang whined loudly as he pumped himself faster at hearing you call him such a degrading name.

"Are you close baby boy? I bet you are." You chuckled, your voice sending shivers down his spine.

"I wish I could see your pretty face. I bet you're already looking so fucked out even though you're just jerking off to my voice. You really are such an easy whore." You let out a mocking scoff.

Yeosang hissed as he felt himself on the brink of his edge.

"Fuck! Mommy- I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, his voice heaving out pants and hisses.

"Cum my baby boy, I want to hear you. And when you're done, I want you to send me a picture of your mess."

Throwing his head back, Yeosang cried out your name as he began staining his stomach with his cum, some of it spilling onto the floor. He milked himself past his limit, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer. Pretty soon all you heard were his deep breaths, signaling he was calming down. And then you got a notification from him. Opening it up, he sent you a picture, looking completely wrecked, hair sticking to his forehead, sculpted abs tainted with his cum and you could see a tiny glimpse of his cock. You were more than satisfied.

"You did so good for me my baby boy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San stared intently at the screen in front of him, tongue running across his lips as he watched you fuck yourself on the dildo he had bought for you. With a click of his tongue, he shook his head at you.

"Come on baby, I know you can do better than that."

You whined as you began grinding yourself onto the toy, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to find your g-spot.

"I can't- San I can't find it." You whimpered, completely convinced you couldn't get off without your boyfriend's dick.

San looked at you with mock pity before snorting at you.

"Of course you can't, cause you're just a stupid slut who needs my cock to fuck her right."

You moaned loudly at his words, your hips lifting up once more and sinking back into the toy.

"Can't even fuck yourself right. Waste of time and money buying you those toys if you can't even use them properly. Such a dumb whore."

San suppressed a smirk threatening to cross his features when he saw you bouncing on the dildo once more, his plan working just as he had hoped. Resting his chin on his hand, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Tell me babygirl....what are you?"

Through whimpers you managed to answer him.

"I'm just your d-dumb whore who can't fuck herself right without your cock."

San nodded as his eyes were practically fucking you even through the screen.

"That's right. You're my little dumb whore, always needing me to get yourself off.... but I know you can do it. I know you can cum for me now."

Your vision began to blur as you felt the built up coil start to burst inside you, but you could still make out San's satisfied smile when he saw that you were starting to cum.

"Keep fucking yourself darling. Don't you dare stop. Not until you're begging me with tears in your eyes."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi's fingers tightly clung onto his phone, trying not to let it fall as he watched the way your fingers dipped inside your folds. He inhaled sharply as he heard the sloppy sounds coming out of you.

"Fuck, love are you that wet already?" He couldn't believe your guys' previous dirty talk session got you that bothered.

Humming erotically, you lifted the phone up to capture your face.

"Can't help it. I've missed you so much. I just really need you."

Mingi completely understood you, he too had been craving to be intimate with you, weeks without you starting to get to him.

"I've missed you too love. Been wanting to eat out that sweet and wet pussy of yours." He licked his lips as he slipped himself out of his boxers and starting stroking himself.

You let out a whimper and thrusted your fingers deeper in you.

"Oh fuck! I would love that."

Mingi shot you a dark smile through tiny moans.

"You would wouldn't you love? You always love it when I eat you out, especially if you're sitting on my face."

His words, spoken out in that hushed and deep voice of his, were starting to take effect, you were now grinding yourself on your fingers, eyes shut as you imagined one of the many times you had rode his face.

"I love it when you can't control yourself and you grind on my tongue, so needy and desperate to cum, make a mess all over my face."

Mingi could tell by the way your breathing became more labored that you were going to be cumming any second, and he wanted to see it happen. Shooting you a cheeky grin, he pulled his phone closer to his face.

"Put the camera back on your pussy baby, wanna see you make a mess all over yourself when you cum."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

The last thing you expected was to open up was a snap from your boyfriend of his very obvious boner with a naughty caption.

"Someone's been missing you ;)"

You let out a chuckle and quickly thought of a way to get back at him. Lifting your shirt, which was actually Wooyoung's, enough to expose your legs and midriff, you snapped a picture silently patting yourself for wearing the black lace panties Wooyoung went crazy for.

"What a coincidence. Someone's been missing you too."

Judging by the fact he took longer to respond you knew he was up to something. Indeed, this time instead of a picture he sent you a 10 second clip of his hand pumping his erect length, his moans and grunts clearly audible.

"You're lucky you're kilometers away from me or else I would be speeding home to punish you for teasing me like that."

Following his game, you slipped your fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling it away from your hip before releasing it so it could snap against your skin.

"Bet you're dying to rip these off me." Your tone had a mocking tone to it.

2 minutes later and he once again sent you another video snap. This time his grunts became more loud and were bordering on turning into whines.

"Baby please...... take them off for me and let me see that pussy of yours."

You know he must have been hard and needy for a while if he was begging you like that, Wooyoung hardly begged you for anything. So you decided to milk it as much as you could.

"Hmmm...... you wanna see my pussy? Want me to take these off and let you see how wet I am?"

Slipping your fingers inside your panties careful not to let any skin peek out.

"Beg for it harder Wooyoungie.......show me you deserve to see it."

Satisfied, you pressed send, already thinking of more ways to torture your horny boyfriend.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho couldn't keep the smile off his face when he heard you tell him you missed him.

"I miss you too baby. Don't worry, we'll see each other soon."

He giggled when he heard you whine cutely, he could already picture your pouting lips.

"I don't know if I can wait anymore Jongho. I wanna cuddle you, I wanna kiss you, I wanna-"

He smirked as he heard your breath hitch, already imagining what you wanted to say. With a calm and collected voice, he put the phone on speaker and held it closer to his mouth so you could hear him more clearly.

"You wanna what baby? Hmm? Tell me."

You didn't respond, he knew you were too shy and embarrassed to tell him over the phone, just as you were shy to tell him when you were horny in person. Hearing some shuffling in the background, he guessed you were probably putting him on speaker as well and also slipping your hand in between your legs, just as he was slipping his hand in his pants.

"Perhaps you wanna ride my thigh? You're always up for that."

He had a proud smirk on his face when he began to make out your faint sharp intakes of breath.

"Or maybe you want me to pin you against the wall and fuck you against it."

He knew he hit the bullseye when he heard you moaning, the sound of a hand fretting uncontrollably against your folds beginning to sound through the phone. His own hand movements began to speed up as he thought about your weak body being manhandled by him as he slammed himself into you.

"Don't worry. First thing I'm doing as soon as I get home is fuck your body sore against the front door."

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Investigations (Part 7): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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You try your best to shuffle around the kitchen surreptitiously, clicking the espresso pod into the machine with a soft 'snap'.

The machine begins its duty, whirring to life before the liquid is deposited into the cup below.

Success.

Your fingers wrap around the mug and take it to the counter, where you've already prepared your milk and syrup for a quick and easy cup of coffee.

Lately, you've had to sneak and make coffee (all futile attempts ruined by Kai or Ran), but you consider today full of promise. You'd gotten the formula down so far.

"I thought I said no coffee."

Your hands hover over the cup, the steam caressing your fingers like a warm invitation. Your eyes don't move to look at Ran, but they do watch his fingers snatch the cup away from you - full of warm milk and espresso.

"Y/n, it's not good for the baby."

"Okay, but..." Your feet carry you to the sink, where Ran is pouring the concoction down the drain. "Just a taste?"

"No."

"A sip?"

"No."

"I'll make it and just stick my tongue in it once."

"No."

Ran stands firm on his opinions at all times. Especially now. Arms cross over your chest and you huff, turning away from him.

"So strict." Ran fingers slide down your neck, resting around your full hips.

"It's not just about you," he begins, kissing the space between your neck and shoulder. "I'm looking out for our child, too. You know that."

"I do," you groan.

"Now, we have a baby shower to host. Let's get ready."

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"We thought you were gone forever!" The three women come around you and huddle close, cooing, and crying, spewing lamentations and satisfied praises that you've returned.

Sanzu - out of the kindness of his heart - planned the baby shower, and you're at his house, eating cake with your friends and consuming hors d'oeuvres. But when you find a free moment, you corner Ran in the kitchen.

"Did you tell the others?"

"Tell them what?" Ran tilts his head at you and leans onto the counter, frowning. Your face smoothes out into an expression of disappointment, and you sigh.

Of course, he hadn't.

It's still your job to carry this terrible secret. It's still your job to bury your deepest, darkest knowing, all while the other girls are parading about like their husbands aren't killers and extortionists.

"Hey, y/n! It's time to open the presents!"

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The water surrounding your figure is warm, full of bubbles and Epsom salt, as well as a little bath bomb that Ran bought - well, he bought sixteen, but that's beside the point.

"Feeling okay? Is it too hot?" You look over to the man sitting on the toilet seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he observes you pour water over your belly.

"It's fine," you murmur, blinking slowly. "Feels good."

"Want to turn on the jets or--"

"I want to join Bonten." Ran's face drops, his violet eyes clouding with confusion.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." You stare at him, fully intent on getting your desired response. "I want to be a part of what you do."

"Babe, no." Ran leans his head forward, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You haven't even listened to me," you whisper, looking down at the ten toes poking out of the water. "You always do this. You tell me 'no' because that's the way you want things. I can't even drink coffee without your permission."

"Listen, I'll let you do whatever you want, but Bonten is out of the question. You're pregnant --"

"Then I can wait until I have the baby."

"Even after that, I'm going to say no. This is a dangerous business." He emphasizes his words with a shake of his head, pressing his lips together.

"You act like I wasn't an investigative journalist for ten years."

"This shit could get you killed, y/n."

"Yes," you begin. "But you do it every day. I want to be a part of it."

"Why?" Ran finally asks, and your lips curl into a smile.

"I know things you don't know. The media follows you very closely, and you need a good image if you ever run into a problem with... say, law enforcement. What better way to prove that this is a harmless organization than hiring a woman - your wife?" Ran quirks his lips, looking at the door of the bathroom with consideration.

"Is there any particular skill you'll avail to us other than just public relations? I mean, I could get someone to do that who isn't my wife."

"I have connections that will divert attention away from Bonten, if necessary." You think of the little group you and the other wives have created, and send a mental apology their way. "You can use me to get the word out about any other suspicious groups who might be involved. Aid and abet, like a good wife."

Ran stands from the toilet, sighing deeply. "I'll ask Mikey. But don't expect me to attempt to sway him with my loyalty. If anything, I'll ask him to really think about it before he makes a choice."

"That's all I want," you breathe, taking Ran's hand and pressing your lips against the back of it. "You're too good to me."

"Don't thank me yet, sweetheart."

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Convincing Ran to part with his old-fashioned ways is something you're very skilled at. All you need to do is get on your knees... and be as sweet as you can be.

"Babe," you mutter, sucking Ran's thick cock from the side. "You're such a good husband."

"Buttering me up for Mikey, huh?" Fingers cup the back of your head and push you down slightly. "Why am I not surprised?"

And every single time, Ran sees straight through your little act. But he enjoys it nonetheless. He loves seeing you like this - giving him the attention he missed so much while you were gone.

"Because you know me so well. And that's why you married me."

That's why you married me. Ran's eyes close as he re-imagines himself the first time he decided to visit you, hands full of shit he didn't have to buy, and eyes full of stars at the sight of you answering the door in a tank top and shorts with a cast on your leg. That's when he knew that he wanted to marry you. Not because you're good at anything in particular, but because you were so ordinary... So normal. He needed someone like you then, and he needs you now.

"Stop."

"Am I doing something wrong?" you murmur, but Ran shakes his head, strands of his black and white hair flopping back and forth.

"You're perfect," he whispers. "You're always so perfect." He brings you off your knees and face to face with him, holding you by the arms. "Let me make love to you. I'll do the work," Ran promises. "You just enjoy yourself."

"But--"

"I've already told you what I'm going to do. Just let me give you what you deserve." Ran angles forward, leaning into a gentle kiss that makes your knees weak and your head spin.

Ran spoons you from behind on the bed, holding your leg up and sliding in and out of you with care. The other arm is holding you against him - wrapped around your chest - as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"I love the way you moan my name," he breathes. "You always know how to make me feel like the only man in the world."

"You are," you reply honestly. "You're the only man for me."

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"Why do you want to join Bonten?"

The dead eyes of the man across from you are unyielding, and part of you feels nervous that he's staring at you so intensely.

"I want to help you all out. I want to make sure that not only do my children have something to rely on when they grow up, but that my husband is taken care of in all ways."

"Your children and your husband?" You think of Ran, who is just outside of the door, probably pacing with his hands in his pockets. "Your husband just spent three hours arguing with me."

"About?"

"You." The man stands, and Sanzu looks over at him with blank eyes. He wants to chime in, but he can't say anything right now. Not when Mikey was supposed to handle this himself. "Your presence here will be controversial. Especially since you're... in the state you're in."

"Pregnancy isn't a fatal disease."

"No, but being in Bonten could be fatal. And I don't know if both ran and I would be willing to accept the consequences of two deaths on our hand."

"But--" Sanzu raises a finger to his lips, warning you to be quiet.

"However," the man murmurs, rolling his neck around. "Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho have vouched for you and your connections." Your shoulders slacken, and you lean back in the chair, somewhat relieved. "I will put it to an anonymous vote in thirty-six hours. Whatever the outcome is, we'll both accept it."

A blind vote.

Thirty-six hours.

"Thank you, sir." You stand and bow slightly, hands clasped together. When you leave the room, Ran is waiting for you in the hallway, eyes wide.

"Well?"

"It'll be put to an anonymous vote in thirty-six hours. Whatever happens, happens."

Ran's face is anything but pleased as you drive home, but you don't worry about that too much. You have one and a half days to wait for the results, and you'd make the best of it either way.

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Diamonds & Rust Part II - Arthur x Reader (NSFW)

Part I

Summary: It’s been three years since that fateful night. Three years during which you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Now, the fate once again brought the two of you together. Was it for the last time, or was something else bound to happen?

Words: 8k

Warnings: Cheating, F!Reader, Smut

A/N: If you prefer to read this on AO3, click here. This took me two months to write LOL But in the end, I’m very pleased with how it turned out.

Your hand shook as you held the pen above the crisp, spotless paper. You took a deep breath, writing the date, but couldn’t proceed beyond that. You dropped the pen and planted your elbows on the table, hiding your face in your hands.

It’s been three years since you last saw each other. Three years since you were held in his hands and caressed by his lips. The time you shared on that cold, foggy night felt both lightyears and a touch away. You thought it to be a perfect, picturesque ending to your imperfect relationship, like a final scene in a play, but it seemed it was merely an intermission.

After a few moments of rest you wrote, “Dear Arthur” and spilled out the reason for your letter. Few nights ago, your ranch was attacked by a group of local cattle rustlers. Seeing how well your ranch was doing, they wanted their cut, and when you stood your ground, they were less than happy. They left you alone for the moment, but promised to be back in numbers, and that they were. Not a couple of days later, you were woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of gunshots and a fire outside your window. Like they promised, they were back and ready to take what they felt they were entitled to. You watched them take away your cattle and set fire to your barn as your husband hastily packed up your valuables, and not shortly after, you were on your wagon, bound for your mother-in-law’s house, barely escaping the flames and the bullets.

You signed off with your name and an address of where you were staying, and with fleeing hope, posted the letter the next day.

As you patiently awaited Arthur’s reply or an arrival, a curious elephant entered your household that neither you or your husband were ready to address. The woman that your husband knew you as was a kind, gentle woman who’s biggest crime was accidentally buying two gallons of milk and only paying for one. He never saw, or could imagine you carrying a weapon, and for all he knew, you didn’t know how to use one. The woman he saw during the attack, however, he did not know. She skillfully held the shotgun in her hands, dropped the slugs in without even looking and didn’t fall backwards when the recoil hit. She had a fire in her eyes that threatened to overpower the one outside, and for a second, even he, her husband, was afraid of her. Having been born to a simple family in which his mother was gentle and submissive, serving as a pliable partner to his father, he was shocked to see you so strong and hard. He was still deciding what he thought of this discovery of this new you, and during that time, you could feel him drift away.

You didn’t miss the change in him, how he eyed you from the corner of his eyes during dinner time, or the cold space between the two of you when you went to bed. It hurt and it stung and it made you long for Arthur’s arrival so much more. With him, there were no secrets you had to hide. You never went to bed with a fear that one day your facade would fall apart, and he would shriek at seeing the real you. From the beginning, he knew everything there was to know about you, and accepted it. What some would see as character flaws, he simply saw as character traits that made you who you were. With him, you could be you, something that you realized you couldn’t be with your husband. When the two of your married, you hoped that it would put a final nail in the coffin of your past self, but it seemed that your past self refused to die, and your husband shrieked at seeing the dead corpse.

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“There’s a letter for you, Arthur,” said Miss Grimshaw as she passed Arthur who was hitching his horse to a hitching post.

He thanked her and made his way to his tent where an envelope laid on his cot.

“Let’s see,” he said to himself as he tore the envelope open and pulled out a piece of paper. As he read your name on the bottom of the paper, he felt a familiar pang that the thought of you always brought to him. He skimmed through the rest of the letter, plucking the main points as well as your address before shoving the paper in his satchel and making his way to the back of the wagon that served as a wall to his tent. He looked over a map that was there, calculating how long it would take to get to you. Eight hours, he thought, six if he cut on any unnecessary breaks and sleep. He once again made his way around the wagon and went to a chest at the end of his cot, picking out a pair of fresh clothes and other necessary items for the trip. He was doing everything on autopilot, for his mind was too clouded with the thoughts of you to pay attention to what his hands were doing. He remembered your last meeting, and how it opened so many old wounds and created even more new ones. In that moment, when the two of you held each other, whispered love confessions into the silent night, he felt as if he was on cloud nine, but when he left, the blow was just as strong.

When he finished packing, he looked around; Pearson and Abigail were busy chopping vegetables, with little Jack sitting at his mother’s feet. Dutch and Molly were in their tent, talking (arguing would be a better word). The girls were doing chores, with Miss Grimshaw watching over them and correcting their techniques. Most of the men were out on jobs, leaving only Javier standing at guard duty. Even though everyone had free rein to come and go whenever they pleased, Arthur especially, he didn’t want to be asked unnecessary questions, so he waited until Javier was on the other side of the perimeter to mount his horse and ride away to you.

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As you sat at the dining room table of Bertha’s, your mother-in-law, house, you kept praying that Arthur got your letter and found it in himself to help you. You found yourself thinking that maybe it might’ve gotten lost, or perhaps the rain soaked the envelope and the letter to the point it had to be thrown away. With nothing to do but wait, you kept fidgeting with your dress as you sat by the table, only to promptly raise up when you heard the sound of the hoofbeats approach. You pushed the front door open with a smile as hopeful as that of a child, for it to only fall apart when you saw that it was your husband, coming back from a run to the town for provision. The change in your expression didn’t go unnoticed by him, but he didn’t say anything, and just kissed your cold cheek as he moved past you into the house.

“You still think he’ll come?” your husband asked one morning as he sat at the dining room table and you washed the dishes. It’s been about a week since you posted the letter, and Arthur still hasn’t come. You were beginning to lose hope, but didn’t show it.

“I’m sure,” you said, not turning away from the dishes in your hands. You told your husband that you knew someone who could help, and when he inquired who it might be, you told him it was a friend from your past life, someone who helped you get back on your feet after you lost your parents. That didn’t satisfy his curiosity, so he pried on. Answering his questions was like walking through a field full of landmines. Every answer had to be calculated, giving just enough information to satisfy his curiosity and not to lead to more questions. At the end of the conversation, you were hopeful that the newfound information you shared would bring you two back together, but in fact, it did the opposite, and he felt that there was even more he didn’t know about you.

As you washed the dishes, you looked through the window in front of you and felt thunder run through your entire being. You could never mistaken that mare for anyone else, with her unique coat and her silky locks; it was Boadicea, and with her, someone else you could never mistaken; Arthur. You watched him through the dirty kitchen window as he hitched Boadicea to a tree nearby and made his way to the house in strong, long strides. You dropped the dishes back into the sink with a splash and ran to the door, opening it as Arthur was about to knock.

“Arthur,” you said with a smile that lit up your whole face.

He could feel his heartbeat all over his body as he was met with your face. Your smile made your entire face glow, and he could see sparkles in your eyes as you looked at him. Knowing that he was the reason for your reaction, he could feel the familiar haze of feelings cloud his entire being.

He spoke your name in return, his voice enveloping each syllable with affection and tenderness that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, and which your husband could hear from where he sat at a dining room table.

The two of you stood at the threshold for a brief moment, caught up in each other’s eyes and closeness. You fought the urge to embrace him, to kiss him and to tell him how much you missed him, and he did the same. Instead, you moved away and motioned for him to get inside. As he did so, he almost instantly met eyes with your husband, who rose up from his seat to greet the man.

“Roy Dorset,” your husband said as he extended his hand.

“Arthur Morgan.”

As you watched, the two men shared an awkward, silent handshake, during which you had a chance to compare and contrast the two of them. You certainly had a type, you though, as you looked at the men before you, both of them tall and handsome. There were, however, noticeable distinctions that differentiated them, and served as a representation of the person you were with each of them. Roy, being a part time rancher and a part time bookkeeper for a general store in your town, was dressed as a man about town with carefully ironed pants, clean shirt and a vest with all the buttons attached. He was a proper god-fearing, law-abiding man who had traditional standards for people, some of which you sometimes felt you couldn’t reach yourself.

Arthur, in contrast, was dressed haphazardly, wearing old, patched jeans, boots that have seen better days and a shirt that has clearly been washed many times over. By his look, you could tell Arthur didn’t care what others thought of him. He wore - and did - what he wanted, without a care for other people’s opinion. He didn’t hide himself behind anything, and that’s what you wished you could do now.

After a moment of pleasantries, the three of you sat at the dining room table to discuss the matter at hand. You sat at the head of the table, with Roy to your left and Arthur to your right. You and Roy explained what happened at the ranch, adding details that you forgot to write about in the letter. At some point as the three of you talked,

your daughter came up to the table. With her grandmother asleep and all of her toys left at home, she had nothing to do, so she decided to join you.

You hoisted her up to your lap and let her stay with you as you continued talking.

Despite the conversation still going, Arthur lost all attention as soon as he saw your daughter. What shocked him first was that you had a daughter in the first place, but what shocked him even more was how little the girl looked like your husband. While still trying to seem as he was listening, Arthur inconspicuously kept looking between your daughter and your husband. While Roy had dark, brown hair, the little girl in your lap had light, dirty blonde locks. Her eyes, which were traveling all over the room, looking for something to busy herself with, were a whirlpool of green and blue, while Roy’s, which at the moment were looking down on his lap, were a dull, brown shade. Suddenly, realization hit Arthur. He started to think back on your last encounter. Could it be? He tried to figure out how old the child was, and tried to remember the time of the year when the two of you were together. He could feel himself getting lightheaded as all the thoughts filled his mind, making him not hear his own name being called.

“Arthur,” you said once again when he didn’t answer you the first time. As if being pulled out from a dream, he looked around, suddenly forgetting where he was.

“I said, what do you think about the plan?” you said, looking at Arthur at the same time as the girl in your lap.

Arthur could feel all the eyes on him, and a color painted his face. He could faintly remember what you talked about a moment ago. Something about the best path to take back to the ranch, how dangerous the road might be with wolves roaming around. After a moment of pause, he returned with, “Sounds good to me,” and the conversation went on, with Arthur still barely paying attention.

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You carefully slipped out of the covers, trying not to wake your husband up, before walking across the room on your tiptoes, opening the door and leaving the room. You couldn’t sleep. With Arthur’s proximity, you found yourself laying in bed with the thoughts of him. You tried to squash those pesky thoughts, turned from one side to the other in your bed as you kept telling yourself that you couldn’t, shouldn’t do it despite how much you wanted to. As you looked at your husband, his face illuminated by the light from the moon outside, you thought of doing to him what you did to Arthur all those years ago. You left Arthur for a search for a better, calmer and stable life, and now you want to leave that life to go back to Arthur.

You leaned against the kitchen counter as you poured yourself a glass of whiskey, looking out of the window into the world outside. With it being late fall, some trees have already shed their leaves, leaving once bushy woods stripped. You could see birds, once hidden from the prying eyes by the leaves now on full display on the branches. They were close enough that you could hear them sing, but not enough to understand what it is they were saying.

Suddenly, you heard the wood planks squeak behind you and smiled.

“Can’t sleep either?” you said without turning around.

“No,” Arthur replied as he went to stand next to you.

Without another word you took a shot glass and poured him one.

“Thank you for coming,” you said as you gave him the glass. “I was worried you wouldn’t.”

“‘Course I would,” he said before swinging back the shot.

At finally having a moment alone with him, you were fighting back the urge to spill everything that’s been on your mind, to ask every question and tell every answer that you’ve been holding for the past three years and for the past few hours that he’s been here. You decided it’s best to start off slowly.

“How have you been? How’s the gang?”

“Fine, I guess,” he said as he turned around to lean against the counter, crossing his hand on his chest. “Picked up a few people along the way. The gang’s twice its size now.”

You nodded at his answer.

“Seems you’ve had an addition too.”

The statement made heat rise to your face, and you swallowed down, nodding again.

“What’s her name?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“Lily.”

“Beautiful name,” he said. “How old is she?”

“Three,” you said, knowing very well where this was going.

“Is she mine?” His voice was calm and reticent despite the fact that his mind was racing so fast he thought he was going to faint no matter what your answer was.

You closed your eyes, letting the weight of his question wash over you. The question that was lingering in the air since the moment your daughter was born, and that only became stronger when Arthur came today, was finally asked. To your own surprise, you felt yourself relax after a few seconds had passed. With the question being finally asked, you could feel the weight of it lifted from your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” you said, turning your head away

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he returned, somewhat exasperated.

“I don’t know, Arthur,” you repeated, your voice more stern, but still hushed as to not wake anyone up. “I don’t know.” You lowered your head before speaking again. “I don’t know. Roy and I were trying during that time.”

You held yourself in your hands, your head hanging low. About three years ago, Roy and you have been trying for months to get pregnant. Nothing was happening, until suddenly, it did. Roy was overjoyed, feeling that Isis has finally shined her light on the two of you. You, however, knew it took more than an Egyptian goddess of fertility to bring you to the situation at hand. Right away, you did the math, and despite how much you tried to tell yourself that the days could be a little bit off, the numbers didn’t lie. It only became more apartment when your daughter was born; within a few days, you could see traces of him in her; her light hair, her blue eyes. Even her lips and nose looked like his. She was a visual reminder, everyday, of what you and Arthur could have had.

“She looks like me, you know,” Arthur said, walking around to stand in front of you, his proximity making your heartbeat quicken like it always did.

“I know,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“What if she’s mine?”

You didn’t say anything, keeping your head low and your eyes focused on the ground until you felt his hand, soft and warm on your cheek, making you look up.

You felt enveloped in his love as you looked into his eyes. They were kind and inviting as he looked at you, and without saying anything, they offered shelter from all the worries of life.

His thumb traced your lower lip and you involuntarily opened your mouth, gasping. He stepped a little bit closer, pushing you against the counter with his body, making you feel all of him against you, the thin material of his union suit not leaving an inch of space between the two of you.

“I missed you,” he said.

He pressed his lips softly against yours, giving you a chance to slip away if you so desired to. You didn’t, waving your hands in his hair and bringing him closer instead, deepening the kiss. You hated yourself for not being stronger, for not resisting your inner desires. You hated how with just a touch, he had you under his control. His hands ran down your sides, following your curves from your chest over your waist and to your hips, stopping there. One of your hands reached out to touch his cheek, feeling a light stubble there (he went to you right away after finishing a mission, not having a chance to even shave) You remembered the night the two of you shared three years ago, how the feeling of his lips lingered on your for months after.

You wanted to get lost in the kiss, in him, but suddenly, a voice coming from the stairs pulled you out of your reverie, and the two of you broke apart as fast as you came together. You were slightly panting, both from the kiss and from the rush of anxiety at being caught. You looked up at the stairs from where the voice came, and after a few moments, two small feet came into the light, padding barefoot down the stairs.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” you said as you kneeled down to look at your daughter.

One of her hands held onto the arm of her stuffed bear, a friend who kept her company at night, while the other brushed the sleep out of her eyes, trying to stay awake long enough to talk to you. “Grandma’s snoring,” she drew before yawning.

You smiled, ruffling her blonde locks a bit before saying, “Well, you can sleep with daddy and me tonight then.”

Arthur stood a few feet away, watching the two of you without saying a word. He could feel resentment bubbling in him at your husband, and at the same time, himself. Despite how much he wanted to put all the blame on Roy (for “stealing” you), he realized that the only person he had to blame was himself. If he wasn’t so stupid all those years ago, if he just took your hand and let you lead him out of the outlaw life, this - a life with a house, a daughter and you as his wife - could’ve all been his. “Darlin’, right now ain’t a good time,” he would say when you would press him about finally making your escape. “We need more money if we wanna start on our own” would be another of his excuses. Truth be told, as much as he wanted to start a fresh, new life with you, he was afraid. Outlaw life was everything he’d ever known. He was raised and became the man he was today in it. He was terrified that out there, in the world of law and order, in which one woke up in the morning to start a day of work, and had proper suppers at the table with their family, he wouldn’t survive.

The sound of Lily’s voice, calling for him, pulled him out of his thoughts. Her clear, blue eyes, looked up at him as she asked him if he was her mother’s friend. You turned around to look at Arthur, and after a few seconds he said, “Yeah, I am. Something like that.” She smiled in return, calmed at knowing that the strange, big man was not a stranger at all but a friend. As you picked her up, ready to take her to bed, she introduced herself to Arthur, and asked him what his name was. He introduced himself, and in return, she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Arthur.” You didn’t know why, but at seeing the scene play out, you could feel tears well up in your eyes. It could’ve all been so different, you thought. The three of you were so close at being a family, practically looked like one right now. You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down before murmuring that it’s already too late, and walking over to your bedroom door with your daughter in your hands. You stopped at the door for a second, fumbling with the door knob. Arthur watched your back as you stood, your daughter’s head peeking from behind your shoulder, before you turned the knob and disappeared into the room.

He stood in the dark, empty dining room for a few more minutes, going over the scene that just unfolded a million times. He could feel the weight of everything crushing him down, breaking his bones and turning them into dust. He leaned heavily against the kitchen counter, shaking his head.

“Idiot,” he said to himself before taking the bottle of whiskey and pouring himself another shot.

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The sound of birds singing outside accompanied you as you woke up. It was still early and no one was up yet, so you got ready without any hurry before going into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Not a while later, Bertha joined you in the kitchen, and the two of you had everything ready right as the men came to take their seats at the table.

You kept quiet as you ate breakfast, with Arthur sitting across from you, Lily next to him, and Roy next to you. Bertha, being the kind host that she was, something that she got used to from the years of marriage to an army Sergeant, couldn’t sit still and continued to check up on everybody, pouring coffee even when the cups were halfway full and making sure there were no empty plates on the table. It was only when Roy said, “Enough, mother” did she take a seat at the head of the table and started her own meal.

As you ate your breakfast, Roy and Arthur talked, discussing once again the best route to take back to the ranch. Despite not planning on going himself, Roy still wanted to make sure his opinion on the matter was considered and suggested the main road, which although would take longer, was safer from wild animals and any “savage outlaws that roamed the plains.” Arthur snickered at his choice of words, and noted that if he wanted to “come back to a ranch and not heap of ash, a shortcut is a better option.” Roy didn’t reply anything and turned back to his meal.

As Bertha sipped on her coffee, she turned to face you and asked, “Are you going too?”

“No,” both Roy and Arthur said in unison, and “Yes,” said you.

An awkward silence fell over as the three of you looked between each other. You could feel the men eyeing you in bafflement, Roy especially, but you looked at Arthur and spoke to him first.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” you said, disbelief painted all over your face.

Arthur shook his head, looking away and furrowing his brows.

“You’re not coming, it’s too dangerous,” he said, turning back to face you.

You let out a small chuckle before saying, “We’ve faced far more dangerous things than some puny cattle rustlers.”

Arthur dropped his fork and knife on the table with a loud thud and said, “You have a daughter now, I ain’t gonna let you put yourself in harm's way.”

“But you’re gonna let yourself get in harm's way?” you returned, tilting your head and squinting your eyes at him.

“They know who you are, they don’t know me,” he said, the volume of his voice long past what was appropriate for a breakfast conversation. “I can get in and out and they won’t know what hit em”

“And do you expect me to just sit patiently and wait?” you said, throwing your hands around. “What if something goes wrong? What if they’re more dangerous than we thought? Am I supposed to just wait till someone brings in your body?” Your words began to tangle in each other, becoming almost incoherent as you spoke faster than your mind could process. They, however, were cut short as Arthur shouted your name and hit his palm down on the table, making a glass of water spill.

Finally, the silence fell over the dining room once again and the only thing that could be heard were drops of water hitting the floor. Both Bertha and Roy sat wearing similar expressions, their mouths hanging open, eyes wide at what they just saw and heard. They felt like spectators, watching a play unfold before their eyes.

As you tried to calm yourself down, you remembered how back when you were in the gang, the two of you almost never went on missions without each other. At first, it bothered Dutch that if he wanted to send you on a mission, Arthur was bound to come along (and vice versa), but soon, he came to accept that the two of you were a package deal. He even took a notice that the jobs went smoother when the two of you were together, evident by the fact that you would get the job done quicker, and your gains were higher than those that Arthur and you brought when you went separately.

“You know I can’t let you go alone, Arthur,” you said after some time.

As if riding down the same memory lane you just did, he sighted and shook his head.

“I know,” he said before getting up from the table and going over to the room where he stayed.

Slightly shaken up from the intense display that took place, Bertha got up from the table, and without a word started cleaning up, taking empty plates and cups and putting them in the sink. You sat with your eyes closed, taking deep breaths, and bracing yourself for what was to come. You could already feel Roy open his mouth, could already hear his voice…

Arthur was haphazardly throwing his stuff in his bag, crumpling his shirts and pants into balls and pushing them into his bag as if the clothes themselves were at fault for his mood. He remembered how much fun the two of you had when you went on the jobs together. How the sight of blood and the smell of gunpowder did nothing more than excite you. A smile broke through his solemn face at the memory. But now, he thought, it was different. Not only had it been years since you were in the line of fire, but you now had a child. Your life has changed, you got away, broke free from the never ending nightmare in which one has to always look behind their back and sleep with one eye open and a gun under their pillow. He didn’t want you back into that kind of life, if it could even be called that. Deep in his mind, however, he knew it wasn’t for him to decide.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning over a dresser and closing his eyes. He could’ve probably plunged deeper into his thoughts, but a sound of hushed tones outside got his attention, and he straightened up, inching closer to the door and pressed his ear against it.

“I was okay with your past, but this is pushing it,” Roy said.

“Is my past pushing it?”

“Your past is in the guest bedroom, getting dressed.”

Your shoulders slumped as a heavy sigh left your lips. You and Roy have been bickering for the past five minutes. Truth be told, the bickering has been going on for the past few days, but only now has it culminated. The tension that he felt between you and Arthur just a few minutes ago drove him over the edge - the edge to which he came from seeing you hold a gun, hearing more about your past and now, seeing Arthur - and he found himself not being able to hold his thoughts and feelings in any longer. Just like it always happened with couples who started arguing about one thing, only to move on to a completely unrelated one, you both got defensive. The conversation was fruitless. Nothing of the matter was discussed, no solution was reached and everyone was left thinking the other was in the wrong, leaving the two of you sitting next to each other like strangers in a train station, waiting for the next train.

“I’m doing this for us, Roy,” you said.

“You’re doing this for yourself,” he spit out before adding, a little bit softer, “You’ve changed a lot in these couple of weeks. I feel like I don’t know who you are anymore.”

You felt yourself detach from the world upon hearing his words. You could faintly hear him continue talking, referencing the relationship between his mother and father, and how the former always consulted her husband before any major decision, but you were not listening. You smiled weakly to yourself at the irony that upon showing him the real you, with all your past and your secrets, he said he didn’t know you anymore. Didn’t know, or he didn’t want to, you thought. Your mind instantly went back to Arthur, like it often tended to these past few days, and you thought of how from the beginning, he knew who you were, and without a word, accepted and loved you.

“You ready?”

Arthur’s voice pulled you out of your mind, and stopped Roy in his speech. You looked at Arthur, and then at Roy. For the first time since you got married, you didn’t feel anything when looking into your husband's eyes. You could see him plead, silently, for you not to go.

Without saying a word, you got up from your chair and went to your room to get

ready.

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You turned your head around to watch your husband stand on the porch as you and Arthur roared off to your destination. You wondered what he thought as his figure grew smaller and smaller till he completely disappeared behind the trees. You turned back forward, spurring your horse.

The feeling of being back on a horse, with an iron on your hip and wind in your hair was exhilarating. You could feel life flow through your veins as you held the reins. Through clear plains, mountains and forests, the two of you rode non-stop for a few hours. There was not a single person on your way, only occasional elks, deers, and raccoons accompanying you on the journey. For a moment, you felt like you were once again an outlaw. All of this felt so familiar; you and Arthur, adrenaline in your veins, dirt road ahead. For a moment, you caught yourself thinking that if it weren’t for your daughter back home, you simply would’ve kept riding on.

As you kept going, the sun slowly began to set, painting the road in front of you in orange.

“Let’s make camp,” Arthur said when the sun completely disappeared, and the night loomed over.

As you found a secluded space in the woods, the two of you fell into a long-established routine, with you going out to get some firewood and Arthur hunting a rabbit for the two of you to eat. The night might’ve been a bit chilly, but with the campfire next to you and the rum Arthur found in his satchel, the two of you were nice and warm as you enjoyed food, drinks and conversations that piled up from years apart.

Your combined laughs could be heard all throughout the forest as Arthur told you about the latest predicament that John got himself into, and which he of course had to save him from. Sounds like John, you thought. You couldn’t tell how many times you and Arthur were sent to rescue him from some sort of trouble. Being the youngest, John always felt that he had to prove something to someone, which in the end, only proved that he was still the baby of the gang (despite at that point being a full grown adult).

Gradually, the laughter died down, but the smile still lingered on your lips.

“What are you so happy about?” Arthur said.

You looked into the fire, watching the flames dance and reach towards the sky, as you answered. “It’s been so long since I felt so at ease, so free…” you said.“I just-I’m real happy being here.”

Arthur hummed at your answer before saying, “Ranch life ain’t cutting it for you no more?”

“A woman can only shovel shit for so long,” you said, making Arthur chuckle. You took another swig of the rum before passing it to Arthur.

“I took this all for granted when we was together,” you said, looking around, “the freedom, the nature, the road. And now when I don’t have it, I crave it.”

You looked up, catching Arthur’s gaze and holding it as you continued.

“I find myself so often thinking about the past,” you said and added, a little lower, “about you, how much I miss it all.”

Arthur could already feel the effect of your words on him, could already feel the intensity with which his heart beat faster. Hearing you say those words, sparked a flame in him. Only a few seconds passed before you continued speaking, but it was enough for Arthur to imagine, for a brief moment, a future with the two of you together. Could it be possible? Did he still have a chance at the happy ever after? He always was a firm believer that you can’t expect good things to happen to you while doing bad things, but in that instance, he allowed himself to believe that something good could happen.

“Oh, Arthur,” you said, shaking your head, “I think I made a mistake all those years ago.”

The camp was silent except for the crackling of fire as your words hung in the air. Unlike a few years ago, you didn’t backtrack on your words, didn’t feel embarrassed by them. You meant every syllable and every letter. As much as you adored your current life, with your cows and your ranch, you found yourself thinking more often that you weren’t meant for it. You were tired of playing the role of the doting housewife, a rancher, shoveling shit and milking cows. The real you was out there, among the horses and the gun smoke. The thought only got stronger the closer you were to Arthur, and now that you were sitting next to each other, your thighs almost touching together, it reached its pinnacle.

No more words needed to be said as you held Arthur’s gaze. Everything has been said years ago. You stood up and got into his lap, draping your hands over his shoulders while his instantly went for your hips. The two of you stayed like this for a moment, admiring each other under the moonlight. You were conscious of nothing except the feeling of each other’s bodies against one another. Finally you moved your head closer, brushing your lips against his. You could feel his breath on your lips, the rum that the two of you drank still fresh on them. He closed his eyes, already leaning forward towards you.

His hands tightened on your hips when you pressed your lips against his, slow and gentle like you always were. The two of you quickly found a comfortable pace, your lips moving against each other in a perfect flow, your tongues brushing against one another every once in a while. Instinctively, you started to move your hips against his, searching for that delicious feeling you were craving. Arthur wasn’t holding back either, moving his hips in tandem with yours, brushing his clothed erection over your center. His hands left your hips, moving to your blouse and unbuttoning it, revealing your naked chest.

You helped him completely remove your blouse, throwing it into direction unknown. As soon as it was away, his mouth was on your skin, starting at your neck and moving down to your chest.

“Arthur,” you moaned when his tongue circled your nipple. You tangled your fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp and pushing your chest closer to his mouth. You could feel his beard scraping at your chest, adding a slight burn that only heightened your pleasures. One of his hands started palming your other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers and making you throw your head back, moaning into the night.

He started going up your neck once again, leaving light nips and kisses from your chest, up your collarbone and neck, reaching to your ear. He kissed behind your ear while one of his hands was palming your breast, sending jolts of pleasure all through your being.

“Darlin’,” he said, kissing over your jaw and cheek, “I ain’t never lettin’ you go again.”

When it came to words, Arthur’s were always simple. He didn’t use any extraordinary vocabulary or elaborate euphemism. He always said what he meant, and his words always came from his heart. Hearing him utter this promise now, which held a vision of the future so beautiful you could hardly imagine it, made you teeter on the verge of crying tears of joy. You crashed your lips against his, not knowing any other way to express the sheer mix of love, lust and longing you were feeling.

Neither of you could wait much longer and you untangled yourself from each other, standing up and starting to remove each other's clothes. He helped you unbuckle your belt and throw it aside while you unbuttoned his shirt. His lips were back on yours as he helped you pull his shirt away and went to work on the buttons of your pants. Before long, the little camp you set up was littered with your combined clothes, leaving you in just your drawers and Arthur in his union suit.

It was a beautiful night, with a sky so clear that the amount of stars around was inestimable. You, however, didn’t pay any attention to them, keeping your eyes on Arthur as you slowly pulled down your drawers, letting them fall to the ground. His breathing became haggard as he took in your naked form, flushed in pink from the campfire next to you. He's seen you naked before countless times, yet the sight of our body never stopped to take his breath away. His breathing was caught in his throat as he watched your every movement, following your hands as they reached out to the buttons of his union suit.

You could see the reflection of the fire in his eyes as you stood in front of him, popping button after button of his union suit, revealing his tan skin. Once the last button was open, he helped you take his union suit off, leaving the two of you naked to each other.

He took your hand in his and helped you down to the bedroll, covering your body with his. With the campfire next to you, and Arthur’s body covering yours, you felt warm and safe, protected from any and every thing the world could throw at you. One of his hands reached out, cradling your face.

You placed your hand on his chest, running it up to his head and tangling it in his hair, bringing him down and pressing your lips against his. The kiss was as fiery and as hot as the fire you were laying next to, and in that moment, you realized that you never fell as alive as when you were with Arthur. “Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for things it has forbidden to itself,” you remembered a quote from the book you were reading a few weeks ago, and realized you were tired of resisting. You didn’t know what tomorrow had in store for you, but right now, you had Arthur and that’s all that mattered.

Breaking the kiss, he looked you in the eyes and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You didn’t even have to think to answer. Your answer came so quick it almost sounded as if the two of you talked at the same time.

The lopsided smile that appeared on Arthur’s lips at your words was so genuine and innocent, it made you smile in return. You made sure to burn the image of it in your memory, just like all the others you got throughs the years when the two of you said, “I love you”.

He settled comfortably between your spread legs and took a hold of his member before slowly pushing in.

“Arthur,” you moaned his name, clawing at his back when he bottomed out. You were practically dripping with how wet you were, yet his girth still gave you that delicious feeling of being stretched.

He kept still for a few moments, letting you get used to him all while whispering praises in your ear and kissing down your neck. When you felt you were ready, you moved your hips.

As if in a dream, silhouetted by the trees, the two of you made love under the starry night sky. The erotic novels would be envious of the passion the two of your shared; your bodies, sweaty, moving against each other in a perfect rhythm, your hands and legs, entangled in each other, your moans and sighs, unbounded, sounding in an empty forest. You were so lost in each other, you didn’t care if anyone heard you, the existence of other people didn’t register to you. The world was only as big as your camp, and the only people in it were the two of you.

You could feel yourself near the peak, could feel your legs twitch each time Arthur hit that delicious spot in you. He could feel it too, with how your walls were squeezing him tighter, and how your eyes were rolling to the back of your head each time he pushed in you. He wasn’t far behind either. One of his hands reached between the two of you, finding your clit and teasing it. It was as if an electric current shot through you; all your energy centered on where Arthur was touching you. You dug your nails into Arthur’s back, holding on to him as you breathed his name into his ear.

“Come on, darlin’,” he whispered in your ear, “let me feel you.”

As if hearing his voice was the last piece you needed to fall apart, you did. You saw white for a few moments as the immense pleasure took over your body, igniting every last nerve in you to life. You kept your body moving against his, your primal urges making you chase every last bit of pleasure you could get.

The sight of you so lost in lust, your face contoured from the pleasure you were feeling pulled Arthur overboard, and he came a few moments later, spilling in you and warming your walls with his seed.

The two of you stayed like this for a few more minutes, entangled in each other, whispering “I love you”s as you showered each other with kisses, from neck, to cheeks, to forehead and lips.

In the end, the two of you moved to the tent, draping a blanket over your bodies and holding onto each other. As the night went on, the tent filled with your combined dreams and hopes for the future. For the first time since the two of you got together, Arthur seriously discussed the possibility of leaving the gang so the three of you (You, Arthur and your daughter) could run away somewhere. You listened to him with your mouth open, not daring to make a single noise in fear of missing even a word he said. Could it be possible, you thought. Could you finally have the perfect ever after you’ve always dreamt of with Arthur? By the tone of his voice and how deeply in details he went as he planned the possible escape, you realized that your new life was right around the corner.

Despite the exhilarating conversation you were having, the two of you remembered you still had to wake up early tomorrow to make it to the ranch in time (the final loose end you had to tie before you were free). Reluctantly, you brought the conversation to a close - hopefully to be picked up again later - and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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