exquisite skin

anonymous asked:

*shyly whispers* do u think u could do another Greek Mythology story~

“Your tapestries are so fine,” the merchant says in wonder, “that you must be blessed by the goddess Athena.”

Arachne tosses her head, braided hair falling over her shoulder like an obsidian waterfall, “What’s Athena got to do with it? My hands wove these, not hers.”

The merchant blanches and looks to the sky, as if expecting Zeus himself to smite them for blasphemy. Personally, she thinks the king of the gods has better thing to do with his time. “Ah,” he says weakly, “I suppose.”

He pays her for her wares and she leaves, almost immediately bumping into a hunched old woman with grey eyes. “Do you not owe Athena thanks for your talent?” she croaks, gnarled hands curled over a cane.

Arachne is not stupid, but she is foolish. They will tell tales of it. She looks into those grey eyes and declares, “Athena should thank me, since my talents earn her so much praise.”

She pushes past her and keeps walking, ignoring the goddess in humans skin as she disappears into the crowd.

They will tell tales of her hubris. They will all be true.


The next day she bumps into the same old woman at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.

“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she has to do is say her weaving is inferior to that of a goddess.

She will not lie.

“I do,” she says coolly, “and in this matter, it is above you.”

She is not honest as a virtue, but as a vice.

Athena challengers her to a weaving contest. She accepts.


Gods are not so hard to find, if you know where to look.

“It’s a volcano,” the baker repeats, looking down at her coins, as if he feels guilty for taking money from someone who’s clearly not all there.

She grabs her bag of sweet breads and adds it to her pack before swinging it over her shoulders, “Yes, I know. Half a day’s walk, you said?”

“A volcano,” he insists, as if she did not hear him perfectly well the first dozen times.

“Thank you for your help,” she says. He’s shaking his head at her, but she knows what she’s doing.

She walks. She grows hungry, but does not touch the bread she paid for, and walks some more. The sun’s begun to set by the time she makes it to the base of the volcano. It’s tall, impossibly large, and for a moment the promise of defeat threatens to overwhelm her.

But Arachne does not believe in defeat, in loss. They will tell tales of her hubris. Those tales will be true.

She ties a scarf around her braids then hikes her skirt up and ties the material so it falls only to her thighs. She fits work roughened hands into the divots of cooled magma and begins her slow ascent.


The muscles in her legs and arms shake, and her hunger pains are almost as distracting. Her once white dress is dirt smeared and torn and sweat makes her itch as it covers her body and drips down her back.

“What are you doing?”

Arachne turns her head and bites back a scream, looking into one giant eye. The cyclops holds easily to the volcano’s edges, even though her hands are torn and bleeding. She swallows and says, “I heard you like honeyed bread. Is it true?”

The creature tilts his head to the side, baring his long fanged teeth at her. She thinks he might be smiling. “You’ve been climbing for hours. What do you want?”

“Is it true?” she repeats, refusing to flinch.

“Yes,” he says, looking at her the same way the baker had, “it’s true.”

“There’s some sweet bread in my pack, baked this morning,” she says, “it should still be soft.”

His hands are big enough and strong enough that it could probably squeeze her head like a grape. Instead he gently undoes her pack and reaches inside. The honey buns look comically small in his large hands, and he swallows half of them in one bite. He licks his fingers clean when he’s done, and his smile is just as terrifying the second time around. “I am Brontes. Why are you climbing my master’s volcano?”

“I’m the weaver Arachne,” she takes a deep breath, “I need your master’s help.”


They tell tales of Hephaestus’s ugliness.

They are not true.

He’s got a broad, angular face and short brown hair. His eyes are like amber set into his face, and his arms are huge, and he’s rippling muscle from the waist up. He has legs only to his knees. From there down his legs are bronze gears and golden wire, replacements for the legs destroyed when Hera threw him from Mount Olympus.

“Had your look, girl?” he asks, voice rough like he’s always a moment away from breaking into a coughing fit.

“Yes,” she says, and doesn’t turn away, keeps looking.

His lips quirk up at the corners, so it was the right move. The heat is even more oppressive inside the volcano, and all around him cyclopses work, forging oddly shaped metal that she can’t hope to understand. “You’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble to find me, girl. What do you want?”

She slides her pack off her shoulders and holds it out to the god, “I have a gift for your wife. I have woven her a cloak.”

He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t reach for the bag, “You believe something made with mortal hands could be worthy of the goddess of beauty?”

They will tell tales of her hubris.


They will all be true.

With a gust of wind the oppressive heat of the volcano is swept away, leaving her chilled. In its place stands a woman – more than a woman. Aphrodite has skin like the copper of her husband’s machines and hair dark and thick and long. Her eyes are deepest, richest brown, piercing in their intelligence. People don’t tell tales of Aphrodite’s cleverness. That is because people are stupid.

“Let’s see it then,” she says, reaching inside the pack and pulling the cloak from its depths.

It unrolls beautifully. It’s made from the finest silks, and it shimmers in the light from the forges. The hem of the cloak is sea foam, speaking of Aphrodite’s beginning, and up along the cloak is intricate patterns it tells of her life, of her marriage and her worshippers and escapades, all with the detail of the most experienced artist and the reverence of her most devoted followers.

Her lips part in surprise and she slides it on, twirling like a child. “Gorgeous,” Hephaestus says, though Arachne knows he does not speak of the cloak. She doesn’t take offense.

The goddess smiles and Arachne’s heart pounds in her chest. She does her best to ignore it – Aphrodite is the goddess of love, after all. It is only expected. “Very well,” the goddess says, “you have my attention.”

Arachne swallows. Aphrodite’s attention is a heavy thing. “I have offended Athena,” she says, “She has challenged me to a weaving contest.”

Their faces somber. Hephaestus rubs the edge of a sleeve between his fingers and says, “Athena will lose such a contest, if judged fairly. She does not take loss well.”

“I know,” she says, “you are friendly with Hades, are you not?”

There are no tales of their friendship. But she’s staking her life on its existence, because why wouldn’t it exist – both of them even tempered, both shunned by Olympus, both happily married.

Gods hate being made to feel lesser. It is why they say Persephone was kidnapped, why they say Aphrodite cheats with Ares. It is why Athena will crush her when Arachne wins the weaving contest.

“Clever girl,” Hephaestus says, smiling.

Aphrodite stares at her reflection in a convenient piece of polished silver. Arachne assumes Hephaestus left if lying there for that express purpose. “Very well!” the goddess says, not looking at her, “when Athena sends you to the underworld, we will entrench upon our uncle for your release.” She turns on her heel and points a finger at her. Arachne blushes for no reason she can think of. “In return, you will weave me a gown, one equal to my own beauty.”

A gown as exquisite as the goddess of beauty. An impossible task.

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“I accept.”

They will all be true.


The contest goes as expected. Athena’s tapestry is lovely, but Arachne’s is lovelier.

The goddess’s face goes red in rage, and her grey eyes narrow. Arachne stands tall, ready to accept the death blow coming for her.

The blow comes.

Death does not.


She is an insect. Even if she can make it back to Hephaestus’s volcano, even if they can help her, they will not know it is her. She has no hope left, no course of action, she should just give up. But –

She doesn’t believe in defeat, in loss.

It was a terribly long journey on foot, that first time. It is even longer this time, although now she has eight legs instead of two. She makes it to the volcano, and creeps in between crevices, until she finds out a hollowed room, one with a sliver of sunlight and plenty of bugs to keep her fed.

Athena’s cruel joke of allowing her to weave will be her downfall. Her silk comes out a golden yellow color – it will look exquisite against Aphrodite’s copper skin.


It takes seven years for her to complete it. She hasn’t left this room in the volcano in all that time, and as soon as it’s done she scurries out back toward the village. She’s a large insect, but not that large.

She arrives just as the sun begins to rise, and leaves before the first rays have even touched the earth, her prize tied to her back with her own silk.

Arachne doesn’t return to her room. Instead she goes to the more popular parts of the volcano, hurries and runs around terrifying stomping feet until she finds who she’s looking for and scurries up his leg and onto his shoulder.

“Huh,” Brontes looks onto his shoulder and blinks. “What on earth are you?”

She cautiously skitters down his arm, waiting. He bends closer and lightly touches her back. “Is – is that a piece of a honey bun?”

She looks up at him, waiting. It’s her only chance, if he doesn’t remember, if he doesn’t understand –

His face slowly fills with a cautious kind of wonder. “Arachne?”  She jumps in place, being unable to nod, and Brontes cautiously cradles her in his massive hands, “We must find the Master immediately!”

She jumps down, landing in front of him and running forward. “Wait!” he calls, and she makes sure he’s running after her before skittering back to her corner of the cave. It’s almost too small for him to enter but he squeezes inside and breathes, “Oh.” He stares for several moments, and Arachne climbs her web and waits. Brontes shakes himself out of his reverie and uses his powerful wings to bellow, “MISTRESS APHRODITE!”

There’s that same breeze and she’s in the crevice with them, “What was so important, Brontes, that you had to yell?”

Arachne sees the exact moment that the goddess sees the gown, golden yellow and glimmering, made entirely of spider silk. “Beautiful,” she says, reaching out a hand to brush down the bodice. Her head then snaps up, “Brontes, where’s Arachne?”

She warms at that, that Aphrodite knew it was her weaving even though she hasn’t been seen in seven years.

They’ve told tales of her hubris.

They are all true.

Brontes points at the web, and Aphrodite steps over and holds out her hands. Arachne crawls onto the goddess’s palms. “Athena is more powerful than I am, I cannot undo her work,” she says, “but I know someone who can.”

Then they are in front of a river. A handsome young man stands there waiting with a boat. “Goddess Aphrodite,” he says, “we weren’t expecting you.”

“Thanatos,” she returns, “I need to see Persephone.”

The man’s face stays cool, and for a moment Arachne fears they will be refused and she will be stuck in this form forever. Then he smiles and says, “My lady is of course available for her favored niece.” He holds out a hand to help her onto the boat, “Please come with me.”


Arachne weaves a dress for Hades’s wife as a thank you, and returns to her volcano.

“I can take you somewhere else,” Aphrodite says, “you don’t have to hide here.”

Arachne pauses at her loom. She has lived in this volcano for seven years. It’s her home. “Would you like me to leave?” she asks instead.

Aphrodite scoffs, “Of course not! How could I dress myself without you here?” She’s wearing the spider silk dress Arachne spun for her, and she’s working on another for the goddess now. Aphrodite runs a gentle finger down Arachne’s cheek and for a moment she forgets to breathe. “You are the finest weaver to ever exist.”

She looks up at the goddess, “Then as the god of crafts and goddess of beautiful things, where else would I belong besides with you and Hephaestus?”

To declare your company equal to that of gods is the height of arrogance and blasphemy.

They tell tales of her hubris.

“An excellent point,” Aphrodite murmurs, and tucks a stray braid behind Arachne’s ear.

They are all true.

gods and monsters series part iii

i will crawl out of your bed. in the morning after i stay next to you long enough to know that you’re asleep. you smell like vanilla and cinnamon and the purple on your lips has started to fade. like the color of the sky when the sun starts to rise i will move the hair off your face. listen to the sound of your breath and run my fingers over your exquisite skin. in the morning before the moon bids goodbye. i will crawl out of your bed. alright. but when i crawl out of your bed; in the morning, can i stay inside your head?
—  @paletemptations // extended lyrics

Sensuality does not wear a watch but she always gets to the essential places on time. She is adventurous and not particularly quiet. She was reprimanded in grade school because she couldn’t sit still all day long. She needs to move. She thinks with her body. Even when she goes to the library to read Emily Dickinson or Emily Bronte, she starts reading out loud and swaying with the words, and before she can figure out what is happening, she is asked to leave. As you might expect, she is a disaster at office jobs.

Sensuality has exquisite skin and she appreciates it in others as well. There are other people whose skin is soft and clear and healthy but something about Sensuality’s skin announces that she is alive. When the sun bursts forth in May, Sensuality likes to take off her shirt and feel the sweet warmth of the sun’s rays brush across her shoulder. This is not intended as a provocative gesture but other people are, as usual, upset. Sensuality does not understand why everyone else is so disturbed by her. As a young girl, she was often scolded for going barefoot.

Sensuality likes to make love at the border where time and space change places. When she is considering a potential lover, she takes him to the ocean and watches. Does he dance with the waves? Does he tell her about the time he slept on the beach when he was seventeen and woke up in the middle of the night to look at the moon? Does he laugh and cry and notice how big the sky is?

It is spring now, and Sensuality is very much in love these days. Her new friend is very sweet. Climbing into bed the first time, he confessed he was a little intimidated about making love with her. Sensuality just laughed and said, ‘But we’ve been making love for days.

—  J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities
Good Little Assistant (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Smut

A/N: I wrote this one for Admin Panda, because she is our good little secretary. I was going to do Jimin next but…I didn’t feel like it anymore. (Sorry Admin Kook, I’ll get around to it…soon).

-Admin Moon

Read Previous Works: First Class / The Wounded Heart

I thought this department retreat would be like all the others we’d been forced to attend. A campfire at night, some trust exercises, and food that I wouldn’t feed to my worst enemy. How wrong I was. Two weeks before the retreat, our boss, Min Yoongi had just come it the main office in the United States from the one in Korea. With black hair and brown eyes you could just get lost in, Yoongi immediately made an impact around the office. He had mainly kept to himself since he began, but everyone knew what a room lighting smile he had.

I was his personal assistant so I knew more than others just how charming he could be. Every time he called me into his office, I had NSFW thoughts about what he could want me for. Unfortunately, it was usually just photocopying or some other menial task. The weekend retreat was a chance for all of us to get to know each other outside the confines of the office. Everyone attended them with resent, but this year I was looking forward to it. There was so much I wanted to learn about Yoongi and it would be the perfect opportunity.

The bus pulled into the Red Top Lodge and we all filed out. As we did, we were each handed a bunk assignment like we were back in summer camp. I was sharing a room with four other women, all who were from the accounting department. As soon as the door shut behind us it became immediately apparent that they’d be gossiping about our CFO all weekend. “I heard he had to leave his last job in Korea, because he was being stalked!” Tiffany, the payroll clerk, said excitedly. “She was the filing girl, apparently.”

“No.” Brittany waved her hand to bat away the comment. “I heard he was charged with sexual harassment..” Merissa put in her two cents in next. “I don’t care what he’s done, he’s as gorgeous as sin. Have you seen his hands?” The three of them giggled like schoolgirls before turning to me, expecting my input. Out of us all, I had the most contact with Yoongi. They probably expected some kind of inside information…not that I had any. I shrugged. “He seems nice.”

“That’s all?” Merissa pushed on. “Are you holding out on us, Y/N?”

“Not at all. He keeps to himself, that’s all.” I turned away from the three ladies and started making my bed, hoping that they wouldn’t ask any more questions. Even if I did know something about Yoongi, I wasn’t sure I would share it with them anyway. The lunch bell rang out and we all met back at the dining hall. The lunch consisted of sandwiches, chips and soda. It wasn’t the kind of food we were all used to eating but didn’t have that special camping feel to it. After we ate, groups were assigned and we all split off.

Crossing my fingers finally paid off, because I was allocated to Yoongi’s team. We headed off into the forest to play some trust games. Deep in the woods our group leader, James, paired us off. When it came down to just Yoongi and I, my stomach fluttered. I wanted to get to know my boss better and this weekend was supposed to be all about bonding. We were given a scavenger hunt list that I hoped would split us off from the group. It was meant to force us to act as a team. Given only two hours, we were told to hurry as there was a lot to be gathered. “Should we start at the top?” I suggested meekly. “As good a place as any,” Yoongi replied.

He was wearing black shorts with a blue shirt that highlighted the muscles on his arms. I bet he went to the gym every lunch break when he religiously took his hour off.

We set off and delved further into the woods, the murmurs of all the others disappearing into the distance. We were completely alone in the wilderness and all I could think about was the bonding we were supposed to be doing. “There might be some spider webs in the cave up there,” Yoongi said, pointing to a black hole several feet up the trail. “Who puts spider webs on a scavenger hunt?”

“It’s probably supposed to help us overcome our fear of them.”

“I doubt you’re scared of spiders.” Yoongi shrugged. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Nothing?” I asked incredulously. He shrugged again and I kind of believed him. The few feet were quickly traversed before we reached the entrance to the cave. It was a lot bigger than I expected it to be, easily fitting us both inside. I searched for a cobweb or two but came up short. When I stood, Yoongi was directly in front of me…looking down at me with an intense gaze. “No cobwebs,” I stuttered out. “No,” he replied, taking a step closer to me. “What a shame.”

His lips were on mine before I could register what was happening. My body melted against his as his tongue lapped at my mouth. I parted my lips and let him in, greedily welcoming him. His right hand cupped my cheek as his thumb caressed the skin there. My knees were weakening just from the kiss. If he didn’t release me soon I was going to be nothing more than a puddle on the floor. We kissed until there was no air left in my lungs. Yoongi pulled back so I could see the fire in his eyes. They burned with desire, a look I hadn’t seen in him before. Out of all the women in the office, it made my stomach flip flop to know he was choosing me.

“I’ve had to stare at your sexy ass for two weeks now,” Yoongi started, “and it’s taken every inch of my control not to slap that sweet pussy of yours.” The pussy that he was referring to came alive with his words. I was never one for office flings but I would gladly make an exception for this exceptional man. His lips pressed upon mine before I could say anything. His hands slid down the curve of my breast to land on my waist and then around to my back. He pulled me closer against him until I was completely encased in his embrace. He pushed a leg between mine so our bodies could get even closer. “Feel that, baby girl?”

His cock pressed into my hips, as hard as a rock. There had been plenty of speculation about the size of our CFO’s penis but I got the feeling everybody had underestimated it. “Mmm,” I moaned. He was making me senseless, all I could think about was that cock and how good it would feel being fucked by it. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered. We were in a cave with the rest of our office wandering around the forest all around us. It didn’t seem the best place to get naked but I could never refuse a direct order from my boss…especially not such a seductive order. “Yes, sir,” I replied. He stood back and watched me with eagle eyes.

I started with my company T-shirt and black shorts. His lips curled into a smirk when he saw my underwear. Despite the boring camp, I had gone out of my way to wear my nicest white lace thong. It made me feel a little bit special when I had to wear such boring clothes. “White, huh?” he said. My cheeks burned slightly, I hadn’t expected anyone to see my panties when I got dressed that morning. There was always the hope, but I never would have expected this. “It’s my favorite color. Now take them off before I tear them from you.” I reached around to unclip my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. I let it hang there as I reached down and stepped out of my panties.

Finally, the white lacy bra fell to the floor. I was completely naked in front of my boss. If it weren’t for his appreciative gaze, I may have found myself quite self conscious. Yoongi’s eyes travelled down from my face, lingering on my chest, and finally resting on the curve of my hips. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible, even in the dimness of the cave. He closed the gap between us and swept me into his arms. His lips met mine again before peppering my neck with little bites. I was left on the cusp of pleasure and laughter, unsure whether to giggle or moan with excitement. I felt like doing both.

His lethal tongue went lower until he reached my breast. His lips sucked on my nipple as his tongue twirled little circles around the sensitive bud. My back arched, pressing my breasts against him. I would do anything so that he could take more of me into his mouth. He laughed, his warm breath feeling exquisite against my naked skin. He gently nibbled on my nipple before finally releasing me. We kissed again as his hand moved lower, making my stomach shudder as he skimmed over it. I gasped as his hand cupped my wet pussy. If he wasn’t already aware of how turned on I was, it would be then.

His fingers tickled along my clit, my hips rocked, making the movement more intense. While Yoongi held me, I reached down and pulled open the zipper on his shorts. My hands slid around his cock, while he stroked my clit in long, luxurious caresses, I rubbed his cock through his trunks. I grew tired of the fabric being between us and dove deep into his underwear. His cock was soaked with precum, making the tip wet and slippery just begging for some action. His hips melted and his whole body temporarily weakened to my touch. My hand pumped up and down his shaft as it grew harder and thicker. It was satisfying to see this powerful man come undone with just a few delectable strokes.

He let me go suddenly and the cold cave air encompassed my body, making me miss his warmth. I stood naked and panting while he quickly removed his clothes. With every item that he peeled away, I grew more excited. His hard abs and ripped muscles proved that he definitely looked after himself. As soon as he was undressed, he tugged me closer. Our bodies entwined and I quickly lost track of where all our limbs were. Yoongi picked me up and took a few steps to the side. I didn’t realize we were outside until the sun peeked through the top of the trees and blinded me.

Yoongi laid me on the ground with his body pressing against mine. I opened my legs to him as he positioned himself between them. I took the weight of his body as our hips connected. His cock rubbed against my clit so our juices mixed together. I should have worried that we were in the forest and out in the open, but I couldn’t think about anything except the sexy man teasing me with his length. “God, you’re sexy,” Yoongi moaned against my skin. He sucked on my nipple, shooting a direct line of pleasure right down to my pussy. My body was a mass of sensations and every nerve tingled with happiness.

“Fuck me,” I begged. His cock had been teasing me for too long. I needed him inside me before I couldn’t stand it anymore. He shifted position and his cock thrust into me with an effortless power. He plunged in while I gasped, finally realizing just how big he really was. Seeing it and feeling it were two different things. A feeling of fullness and completion washed over me as he started bucking his hips. Our naked bodies were exposed to anyone who might have walked by as his cock repeatedly thrust deep into my pussy. With his hand, Yoongi continued to toy with my clit. Our bodies slapped together and mixed with the sounds of the forest. It seemed such a natural thing to do in the lush surroundings. An orgasm quickly rose within me, because of how excited I was. Everything in my body became a tight coil, ready to spring loose and explode.

It was only a matter of seconds before I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. “Come for me,” Yoongi ordered. He was so used to bossing me around in the office that this seemed like a natural extension of his power. I would happily oblige his directions, I would do whatever he said.

His fingers followed through on the order, rubbing my clit hard so I had no choice but to obey anyway. The spring unwound as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned Yoongi’s name like it was a prayer and let the tingling feeling of absolute joy barrel through me. Everything felt euphoric, like I was having an out of body experience. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” Yoongi said as he sped up his pace. “My cock… so,” His closed his eyes as he buried himself in me one last time. We were both awash with ecstasy now, lost in the sea of the orgasm and powerless to do anything about it.

I relaxed every part of me while sinking into oblivion. My legs unwrapped from around him. For the first time, I noticed the leaves underneath me. They were going to stick to my ass when I eventually got up. Yoongi didn’t linger too long, he pulled off me, taking his weight on his arms while his cock slid out of me. “We should get back soon,” he said. “That’s probably smart. Wouldn’t want people to start missing us.” He stalked back to the cave and retrieved our clothes, handing me mine. I wasn’t sure what to say, whether this meant anything to him or if it was just a one time kind of thing.

He was my boss, after all. I still wanted to keep my job at the end of the day. I needed to keep my job. Unemployment didn’t pay the bills and I certainly had a lot of them. I was still paying off my student loans. “That was really fun,” Yoongi said as he dressed. It seemed a shame to cover up all those muscles. At least I finally knew what was under those clothes. “Yeah, it was.”

“It has to remain our secret.” I liked the thought that we shared a secret. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Good.” He kissed me once we were dressed and started heading back to camp. I guessed we weren’t going to actually gather anything on the scavenger hunt. At least we’d bonded, and that was the point, right?

I followed him back and pretended I couldn’t work out why we’d failed so dismally in our hunt. Tiffany and her partner won the game, finding everything on the list in record time. They probably had their clothes on for the entire hunt. When I caught Yoongi’s eye across the lawn, he winked at me. I tried not to read too much into it, but I wanted to. I hoped he was reliving our naked encounter and craving more, just like I was. It wasn’t long before we had to prepare for dinner, we were to eat around the campfire, in true bonding spirit. Yoongi sat across the fire from me, that cheeky sparkle still in his eye every time he glanced my way.

I took an oversized marshmallow and heated it on the flames. It was gooey when I pulled it back and blew on it to cool it down. I noticed Yoongi watching me intently, so I decided to give him a show. Pulling the marshmallow off the stick, I started to lick it off my fingers. It was so gooey it stuck easily and was much harder to remove from my skin. I licked my fingers suggestively, pretending his cock could take their place, if he wanted it to. He shifted on the log he was sitting on. I could imagine his shaft getting hard and uncomfortable in his pants. His mind should be filled with erotic pictures if I was doing a good job.

One of my co-workers sat beside me, plonking down suddenly. “What a huge waste of time this whole team bonding thing has been,” Brittany moaned. “Oh, I don’t know, it seems to make us a bit closer,” I replied as I tore my gaze away from Yoongi. My boss and I had become much closer since arriving at the camp. “You obviously haven’t been listening to Mark and all his friends. It just reminds me what a bunch of assholes we work with.” She started roasting a marshmallow. I stole a glance at Yoongi and saw him staring at me intently. I decided to ignore him for now, he’d had me too easily today. I didn’t want him to think I was completely desperate…even if he did make my pussy wet with just one look.

“Do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?” I asked. Hopefully there would be a chance for some more alone time so I could bond some more with my boss. Merissa shrugged. “Trust exercises or some bullshit like that. I wished I’d thought to bring some alcohol. This weekend would be so much more fun with tequila.” I wasn’t going to argue with her. Our team bonding weekends were notorious for being long and boring. This was the first one I’d actually enjoyed and that was only because I’d been fucked by the boss.

As people started to sing around the campfire, I decided it was time to slip away. I only sang in the shower and only then when I was alone. I didn’t need to spend any more time with my colleagues. There was no sign of Yoongi when I merged into the shadows and walked back to my cabin. I grabbed my wash bag from my overnight bag and headed for the shower block. I had to admit it was nice to see such a clear sky with all its twinkling lights. You didn’t get that kind of view from the city where the artificial lights never dimmed. The camp was in a beautiful spot, I loved it out here.

The shower block was empty when I stepped inside. It was separated between men and women but I couldn’t hear any noise from either side. I slipped into one of the stalls on the female side and stripped off my clothes. The block may have been breezy but at least they had hot water. I let the liquid wash over me and clean away the dirt I had accumulated from the forest floor. Some leaves were still stuck in my hair from rolling around with Yoongi. I heard footsteps approach and waited for another one of the showers to turn on.

When the feet stopped, I turned around and was face to face with Yoongi. He grinned at me. “That was a dirty trick you played on me back there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied innocently. “So you always eat marshmallows off your fingers like that?”

“Always.” A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Are you here to punish me, Mr. Min?” His eyes darkened. “Should you be punished, Y/N?”

“I think so.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over the top of the stall. His shorts were gone in less time again. His trunks followed until we were both as naked as the day we were born. “What if someone comes in?” I asked. My breath hitched in my throat with anticipation. “Then you better be quiet or we’ll get caught.” He took a step closer to me. Placing his hands on my waist, he turned me around until I faced the tiled wall of the stall.

Water cascaded down over both of us now. His hands wandered as they moved down my body, my stomach quivered as he tickled my belly. His touch was magical, I couldn’t believe what he made me feel with every little motion. I leaned back against him and let the feel of his skin warm me. The water was hot but his skin burned with fire. My pussy started to throb, desperate for some attention. I wanted his fingers in all the places they shouldn’t be. “You’ve got a sexy body, Y/N. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

His hands moved up to cup my breast, one in each palm. He massaged them while pleasurable tingles pinged in my pussy. “God, I love your hands.” I moaned as my body melted. I was putty in his hands and he could mold me however he wanted. A groan escaped my lips. I could let him massage me all day long as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. He seemed to know exactly where to touch for the maximum effect. How was it that Yoongi knew his way around my body better than I did? He had skills I’d never seen before. “Bend over, Y/N,” he ordered in barely more than a whisper.

I followed his command and bent forward, when I did his hands left my breast and moved to my hips. He held me in place against him with one palm while the other hand delved between my legs. He cupped my apex, wiggling his fingers through my folds. “Always so wet and willing. You’re in for a raise if you keep this up.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. He may or may not have been joking but I would play along gladly. This weekend was about bonding and I was going to make the most of it. There was no relationship more important at work than between me and my boss. He tickled my clit until I squirmed. My belly clenched as I tried to stave off the orgasm for as long as possible. It would be all too easy to succumb early, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to enjoy the sensations for as long as I could. His finger slipped into my entrance with ease. He pumped me a few times before withdrawing, satisfied I was more than ready for him.

Yoongi repositioned himself and nudged my legs wider apart so he could push into me. His cock broke the barrier of my entrance and thrust deep inside me. I gasped as I grabbed onto the shower so I didn’t sink to my knees. Yoogni leaned forward, covered my back with his chest. He brushed aside my hair and kissed my neck. His lips sparking fires everywhere they caressed. Our bodies slapped together as his hips thrust against me. Even over the noise of the running water, I could hear the skin on skin smacking together. We were more lubricated than normal with the water adding to our enjoyment.

We both started grunting as we were lost in the action. It didn’t matter who we were at the moment, only what we were doing. Yoongi’s hand worked hard on my clit. He rubbed my nub, reminding me who was in charge. Just like we were back in the office where Yoongi held all of the power. He could tell me what I had to do and I would obey. Just a few movements of his fingers and I would be forced to experience untold pleasure. “I’m close,” he panted. “My cock is about to explode.”

“I’m close too,” I replied. I could barely get the words out as my stomach coiled into a tight ball. I was so close to release that it was all I could think of. His hips bucked faster as his hand pressed down onto my clit. I couldn’t keep it together any longer. “Fuck!” Yoongi grunted at the same time, summing it up perfectly for both of us. We surged into the orgasm together as our bodies experienced the same untold joy. All my senses dulled as my heartbeat shot into the stratosphere. Yoongi was going to give me a heart attack if he kept up with this kind of action.

All my limbs tingled as he pulled me against him. His cock pulled from my pussy as he spun me around. Our arms went around one another as we held each other close. I could hear his heart beating in his chest as my head rested against it. Water continued to flow down our bodies as we lost ourselves in the moment. I couldn’t think about anything except the wonderful joy zipping through my nerves. Even if someone walked in on us, I don’t think I would have been able to do anything about it.

My feet were rooted to the spot and Yoongi’s embrace was far too nice to move out of. We stood together for a long time. Eventually, Yoongi turned off the faucet and the water stopped. I wondered how many people would be having a cold shower because of us tonight. “Go back to your dorm and sleep,” Yoongi said as he released me from his hold. “We’ll talk again tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“I won’t.” I wouldn’t. Besides being nobody else’s business, I enjoyed having a secret with him. It was something only the two of us shared and that made me feel special. Yoongi took his clothes and left the shower block. I could imagine him getting dressed by moonlight outside. Or maybe he’d walk back to his dorm completely naked so he could find his towel in his room. I wondered what people would think if they saw him. I dried off and put on my pajamas before returning to my own dorm. The sound of a group of my colleagues singing drifted through on the balmy air. I hoped they would continue on for a while so I could have the dorm to myself for a bit longer. Climbing into bed, I stared at the bottom of the bunk above me. The weekend had not turned out as I expected it would. I drifted off to sleep a very satisfied coworker.

In the morning, the camp alarm woke everyone in my dorm simultaneously. I hadn’t heard them come in last night. Each of us grumbled with the early start but none of us wanted to miss out on breakfast so we reluctantly got up and dressed. Yoongi was already in the cafeteria when I reached it. The spot next to him was tempting to take but I didn’t succumb. I sat across from the room from him instead and refused to look his way. Nobody would have the opportunity to put two and two together about us. I would show him that I could be discreet. After eating, we were given more activities to do in pairs. Yoongi immediately chose me and pulled me away from the others. We were behind the shed before he started talking. “I have a proposition for you.” That certainly piqued my curiosity. “I’m listening.”

“I need someone to fulfill a very specialized role in the company. I think you’d be perfect for the position.”

“I appreciate you thinking of me. What is the role?” His gaze flicked around to make sure nobody else was in earshot. We were completely alone, I couldn’t even see anyone else. “I have very active sexual urges. My appetite for women is insatiable, to say the least. Sex is on my mind most of the time and seeing you at your desk just outside my office every day is driving me crazy.”

“Um, sorry…”

“No, you’re not.” He grinned with a cheeky lilt of his lips. “You drive me wild, Y/N. I want you to put the personal in personal assistant.”

“I’m not sure if I completely understand,” I said. Was he talking about what I thought he was talking about? In this kind of situation, I definitely needed some clarification. He leaned in until I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “I want to fuck you, Y/N. Every day. At work. In every way imaginable. Whenever I want it, you will provide it. In exchange, you will receive an assistant to do your work and I’ll triple your salary.”

“You’ll be paying me for sex,” I stated bluntly. It was verging close to prostitution. I didn’t have a problem with that, but it still seemed wrong. “No, I will be paying you to be available to me. You do always have the opportunity to say no. I’m not going to force you into anything but you know what to expect when you turn up to work every day.” His proposal sent a thrill down my spine. I never really liked my job, it was boring and there wasn’t any room for promotion. With triple the salary and an assistant, I could actually live instead of just survive. Plus, the best thing about the deal would be having sex with Yoongi. Honestly, I would gladly fuck him for free but I wasn’t going to tell him that now.

I didn’t care about the details of our arrangement, as long as Yoongi and I were into it, then it didn’t matter. “So?” Yoongi prompted. “Say yes, Y/N. I need to be inside you every day. I need you to be stretched out over my desk as I spank that sexy ass of yours.” Well when he put it that way… “Yes, I’ll do it. I agree.” A smile split his face in two. He held out a hand and I shook it. We’d just made the deal of a lifetime, one where I’d get to be his good little assistant.

Thighs [Sin Sunday] - T.O.P

Originally posted by tabis-eyebrows

Summary: All the dirty thoughts that sparked from him sitting down.

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Thigh riding, degradation, swearing, well like it’s smut too so yeah


A/N: My first smut!!!! What do you guys think? Is it good? I low key think I have a thing riding kink. I have another one on the way and I swear if it doesn’t take me to hell I don’t know what will. Please let me know what you think, I love feedback. Inbox is always open!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Seunghyun let out a soft groan as he sat in the white chair. You eyed him as he lowered himself into the arm chair. His outfit completely contrasted from the nice white fabric of the chairs exterior. An all black long-sleeve that showcased his arms perfectly, matched with an all black pant that you guessed was leather with the way the light caught against the muscle on his thighs, and the accessory of a black bandana tied onto his pants.

You eyed his thighs shamelessly. The thick width of his thighs sparking your unholy thoughts. By your mistake your gaze inched upwards, catching sight of the imprint of his cock. Seunghyun watched you intently, catching you staring at his lower half.

“Jagiya, do you want something?” Your face heated up from hearing his deep voice, looking away quickly. You looked up at his face, your cheeks bright red. His head was leaning against the back of the chair, his dark hair contrasting with the fabric of the chair as well and going with his tan skin exquisitely. His eyes stared into you. He knew what you wanted, and it was killing you.

He raised his hand. His relaxed fingers calmly calling you over. You stood up, watching as his arm goes back onto the armrest of the chair. You walked towards him silently, trying to display a calm demeanor while your insides eagerly wanted him to touch you. He eyed you up and down before leaning off of the chair. He stared you down, looking up slightly before letting his gaze trail down slowly. His gaze made you feel small, and all you wanted was to be held in his arms.

You watched as his hands came up to your waist, each hand securely staying on either side of you. He pulled you closer to him, slowly guiding you onto his lap. You straddled his waist, feeling the growing bulge in between your legs. You gaze up at him, your eyes wide and slightly pleading.

“Baby girl, what do you want?” Seunghyun asked, his voice deep and seductive. You rocked your hips against him slightly. You felt his dick grow harder under you. His face contorted slightly, closing his eyes as his head tilted to the side and scrunched up his nose very very slightly. He took a breath and you watched as his chest expanded and contract before he opens his eyes.

“Baby girl, I know what you want,” he said. You looked up at him, eyes pleading with him. “But you have to use your manners. It’s rude not to answer someone’s questions right kitten?”

“Yes it is rude,” you agree. The corner of Seunghyun’s lip tugs upward, a small smirk on his face. You watch as it slowly falls from his face. “I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you baby girl,” he replied. You frowned at him. He knew what you meant, but he loved teasing you like this. You groaned as you felt the hands on your waist slowly rub your sides softly.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you complain. He raises his eyebrows, although he isn’t really surprised.

“Now what made my baby girl so needy?” He asked, taunting you. “I’m sure that me sitting down couldn’t make you that needy that you’ll throw your manners out of the window.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of telling him. Your shameless staring starting to bite you back in the ass now, knowing that you’ll have to confess your thoughts to him. You look down, trying to avoid his strong gaze. You felt his hand on your chin, and he lifts your head up to meet his gaze once again. “Jagiya, what dirty thoughts turned you on?”

“Your thighs,” you confessed. Your cheeks were bright red as you spoke. He looked at you amused, a small smirk played on his lips as he watched you blush under him. “I’ve been thinking about your thighs.”

“I didn’t hear you clearly.”

You squirmed under his grip, wanting to escape the teasing he was doing. Although throughout all the embarrassment of his words, they had urged your need for his touch to grow. You felt your panties dampen as he continued to move his hands. They would rub soothing circles on the side of your hips before gliding forward towards you ass, slowly cupping your backside while snaking downward before coming back up to your hips.

“Seunghyun, I wanna ride your thighs.” You stated clearly. An amused expression crossed his face. He dipped his face lower, his nose nearly touching yours. His eyes never left yours as he moved closer. He kissed your nose, and you closed your eyes.

“I know baby girl,” he said. His voice was hushed, but his husky voice was enough to turn you on. “Go ahead. You can ride my thighs.”

Your eyes shot open and you started at him wide eyed. He smirked at your eager reaction and helped you onto one of his thighs. You straddled his left thigh your clothed pussy against the meat of his thigh. You slowly began rocking your hips against his leg, slowly building friction against your already wet pussy.

“How does that feel baby girl?” He whispered in your ear. Your hands flew this his chest as you held onto him for support. You moaned quietly as your clit begun to get the stimulation it needed. You continued to rock your pussy against his thigh, his words encouraging you.

“You’re so dirty, not even taking off your clothes and you’re already moaning.” You nodded your head. You gasped as he flexed his muscle underneath you. Moaned as your hips ground into him faster. “My dirty little (Y/N), fucking my thighs in order to get off. Such a nasty whore.”

His degradation turned you on, even more, his words and voice shaking you to your core. You continued to grind against him, moaning loudly as you got closer and closer to your high. Seunghyun encouraged you, whispering in your ear dirty words of encouragement.

“Seunghyun, I’m gonna,” you panted breathlessly. Seunghyun’s hands went to your hips, pushing you and guiding you as you rode him.

“Cum,” he demanded. “Cum in your panties like the nasty little girl you are.”

You moaned loudly as you came. Your body shook as your high took you over, letting Seunghyun push your hips against him as you orgasmed.

“Fuck.” Your eyes went wide as you realized what you said. You looked up at Seunghyun shocked, only to be returned with a calm and cool expression. Maybe he didn’t hear it, you hoped he didn’t hear it. You continued to stare up at him, your high gone. You lifted your hips off of him, only for him to push you down on his thigh.

“What did you just say baby girl?” He asked calmly. His calm and collected demeanor was scary.

“I-um, I said duck,” you lie. Seunghyun raised his eyebrow, amused with your lie.

“No, no little girl, you swore,” Seunghyun said. “You know how I feel about you swearing.”

He hates it when a lady swears, and you know he’ll punish you for it. He stares at you intently. “First you ruin my pants and now you swear, you really have lost your manners.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll-”

“You’ll go to our room and take off your clothes, bra and panties only. Understand?” He asked. You nodded your head, eyes wide and pussy wet.

“Good girl. I’m gonna have to punish you. You’re gonna have to earn your right to cum again.”

internallydeceased  asked:

for shifted could we please get jamie and claire fluff while she's pregnant?! (idk why but this is my favorite thing)

anonymous asked: Shifted prompt! How about Jamie getting a gift for Claire and being worried/shy about what she’ll think of it when he gives it to her. Something sweet and sentimental, of course!         

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Interlude – The Gift

Lallybroch, Hogmanay 1752-3

Claire shifted beneath the covers, restless.

Jamie could hear her dreaming. The nightmares had returned again – growing in intensity as their new bairn grew within her belly.

Sometimes it was the dream he had sent her back to Frank – the same dream that had troubled her so when Brianna was a newborn.

Sometimes it was dreams of walking on a dark, quiet Culloden Moor, wading through the bodies of fallen Highlanders – and then finding him cold and dead.

And sometimes it was a dream full of redcoats – burning the house, taking Brianna away, throwing Jamie into prison. Taking away everything she held dear.

He couldn’t tell what it was tonight – only that she would wake soon, and that she would need him to hold her, to listen to her, to support her.

The temperature had dipped significantly in the past week – and no amount of extra wood added to the fire could heat the room to his satisfaction. Brianna was like him – impervious to the cold – and only relented to sleeping in the same bed as two of her cousins after receiving orders from her parents and Murtagh to do so.

Claire, on the other hand – her fine skin was exquisitely sensitive, now that she carried the bairn.

In the circle of his arms, he felt her swallow – limbs tightening as she awoke.

“Ssshh,” he whispered. “I’m here. Ye were dreaming again.”

Slowly, slowly she rolled to face him – pressing the bulge of her belly against him.

“Can you light the candle, please?” Her voice was raw, rough, two hundred years away. “I need – I need to see you.”

Swiftly he kissed her forehead and turned on his side, striking one of the clever matches Claire had made and then coaxing the small flame to life.

He settled back against the pillow, meeting her tired eyes, pulling the quilt closer around her shoulders.

“I shouldn’t have had that extra helping of mincemeat – my stomach has been rolling all night.” Her whisky eyes glowed like a cat’s in the candlelight.

“Ach – it’s only Hogmanay once a year,” he smiled, stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Ye’re entitled to celebrate a bit. Lord knows we have plenty to be happy about in the new year.”

“I feel terrible that I didn’t even make it to midnight. Some Fraser I am.”

“Then we have something to look forward to next time when ye can hold our newest Fraser in yer arms to greet the new year.” He bopped the tip of her nose with his thumb – eliciting the smile he craved.

The bairn moved against his belly.

His mother’s rosebush scratched against the window.

“Hold still,” he murmured – fixing the moment in his memory.

She humored him – eyes locked. Sharing.

He smiled then – so wide – and softly pulled back the quilt, careful to keep her tightly wrapped up against the chill.

“Jamie? What – ”

He padded over to the fire, added a log, and then stooped to rummage through the trunk against the far wall.

“It should be past midnight by now. I have something for you.”

“Whatever for?”

“Are ye saying ye dinna want a gift from yer husband?” His voice was muffled – teasing.

She sat up against the headboard, hands spanning her belly, soothing their now quite active bairn.

“He’s awake, too,” she murmured, meeting Jamie’s eyes as he returned to bed. Smiling.

The feather mattress dipped beside her, and Jamie held out one clenched fist.

“Give me yer hand, Sassenach.”

She lay her right hand – palm up – on the mattress. And then felt a small bit of metal – warmed from Jamie’s hand – slide against her fingers.

Curious, she brought it closer to her eyes, squinting in the candlelight.

“Do ye need spectacles in yer auld age?” he whispered.

She ignored him – studying the worn but beautifully made brooch.

Silver – a bit tarnished – and old, but clearly well-made. Circular – shaped like a wreath – with carefully incised flowers and leaves. Stylized – figural and yet abstract. The work of a master craftsman.

“Jamie – I – ”

“It was my Da’s,” he whispered, reaching one tentative finger to trace the smooth surface. “Mam gave it to him as a wedding gift – she took it from her own father’s bedroom, at Leoch. My grandfather had had it made in Edinburgh, you see – and Mam didna think he would miss it.”

He so rarely spoke of Ellen Fraser – or the family she had so scandalously left behind – that Claire bit back her questions.

“When Mam met Da – it’s true they ran off together, that night. But Mam was practical – she kent weel that she’d have to bring some things wi’ her. So she had Murtagh help her prepare – he helped her gather a wee bag of her possessions, because she also kent that she would never go back to Leoch.”


Jamie lifted his eyes to meet Claire’s startled gaze. “Oh, aye. He helped her escape wi’ my Da.”

Tears suddenly sprang to Claire’s eyes. “For he loved her so much that he helped her sneak away with the man she chose.”

Jamie bent to kiss her cheek. “Aye. And then followed behind, to witness their handfasting. Have I never told ye that before?”

She shook her head – but that was a story for another time. “But how does this brooch fit in to the story?”

“Mam was busy packing her personal things – but she realized she didna have anything to offer Da. So she asked Murtagh to find something of her own father’s to give him.”

“How in the hell did he get into the Laird’s chamber? I remember there were always men hanging about Colum’s room – ”

“Weel, in the auld days, they werena so careful – or else they wouldna have let their prized daughter sneak away wi’ a selkie, now, would they?”

She shook her head, amazed. “So Murtagh chose this?”

“Aye, he did. He knew my grandfather was wearing his best brooch, with his plaid that night – so he picked the second best. And that’s what Mam gave Da on their wedding night.”

“I guess I could make a joke about second best – ”

“Mam always did. But Da was just honored to have it. He wore it wi’ his plaid every day when I was growing up. And now I want our son to have it.”

Jamie splayed his hand over her belly – fingers tangling with hers – delighting in their bairn’s acrobatics.

“You’re so sure it’s a boy?”

His fingers tightened in hers. “Aye. Ye are, too – so is Brianna. And Jenny. And Mrs. Crook.”

Claire theatrically rolled her eyes. “Well then. That *must* mean it is so, if so many Frasers are convinced.”

He pursed his lips, and swallowed. Thinking.

“I ken the lad will never be able to wear his plaid out in the open – at least not while he’s a bairn, anyway. But I want him to learn our traditions – learn the way things were. The way they should be.”

His eyes lighted on the floorboard under which they had so lovingly stored their Fraser plaids in the dark days after passage of the Dress Act.

“The way it will be again, Jamie.”

His lips twisted in a wry half-smile. “Aye. Ye’d ken that now, wouldn’t ye?”

Gently she lay the brooch on her bedside table, and opened her arms.

He came, and rested so closely beside her – tangling his legs in hers.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a long while. “I want him to be raised as a true Fraser – in your own image, and with the memory of his grandparents. Surrounded by love and family.”

He burrowed his face in her neck – inhaled the hair at the base of her skull.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She held him close – as she would the baby, when it came.

“You are the breath in my body – my blood – my bone.”

She kissed the crown of his head.

“In this child – and in Brianna, Jamie – we are united. We will live forever now, you and I. And your parents – and my parents – they continue.”

He shifted against her, burying his face under her chin. Breath shallow.

“I need you.” His voice shyly vibrated against her sensitive skin – so soft she felt it more than heard it.

She undid the neck of her shift, and he opened the laces, and they softly, sweetly celebrated one more year together.

anonymous asked:

This is based off a true story: HC where MC retells the story to the RFA of how a girl once flirted with her with the line "You know where that short would good on? On my floor."

Did…did this happen to you??

I’m hoping not, no one should have to endure such a terrible pick-up line…

Anyway, thanks for the ask. In my head i’m imagining you meant to type “shirt” and not “short” because that made the most sense to me. Sorry if i’m wrong.

◉ Yoosung

  • blushes
  • blushes
  • blushes ୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨
  • “Wait, MC!!!! Now I have to watch out for other women, too?! Why are you so cute?!!”
  • this poor cinnamon roll
  • you guys have shirts with each others faces on them
  • the next time you were about to go out together he suggested you both wear them

◉ Jumin

  • “I don’t understand?”
  • Is legitimately puzzled
  • “You’re wearing the finest threads tailored specifically to your every curve. The color is exquisite with your skin tone, I picked it out myself. And it brings out the beauty of your perfect eyes. Why would it look better on the floor??? MC, this person is clearly delusional and I will not have you consorting with them any longer.” 


  • You’re gunna unleash
  • T H E   B E A S T
  • He gets really hot thinking about it
  • “MC, I need to go…take a cold shower…”
  • Is still low-key jealous and possessive at the thought
  • But for the next week he kept having dreams about it
  • “MC, who was this girl? What did she…look like?”
  • “No, wait! Don’t tell me..”//sigh


  • Oh hELL NO
  • WHO is this girl, MC?”
  • Angry and protective Jaehee, ACTIVATE
  • “How dare she talk to you like that. She obviously has no class”
  • //is pacing now
  • “I mean, you’re beautiful and perfect so I can’t blame her for trying. But she needs to know that what she did is unacceptable, I need to confront her-”
  • You have to grab her hands to stop her, looking her in the eyes.
    • JAEHEE. I LOVE YOU. ONLY YOU. There could be a million girls flocking to me but none of them would hold my heart or my soul like you do. Don’t give this a second thought, please…”
  • She’s blushing so hard
  • “Okay…MC…I’m sorry for getting so worked up”
  • //kisses
    • “Now come on, sweetie. We’re going to be late for our dinner reservations.”


  • Legit laughs
    • “Saeyoung this isn’t a joke!”
  • “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”
  • Blushes and gets super serious
  • “If I’m being honest, I don’t care who it is, I don’t want anyone looking at you or talking to you like that. Only I should be the one to say things like that to you…”
  • He wants to know so badly who it was but you won’t tell him, you know what he’s capable of.
  • He finally gives up pestering you
  • “She was right though”
    • “Hm? What do you mean?”
  • “This shirt…”
  • He pulls you in close for a kiss while undoing the buttons on the front of your blouse
  • “…It would look better on the floor”

anonymous asked:

the dentist specialist guy called. i go in tuesday :D i just hope i can afford him since for some reason my health insurance is gone. at least the pain lessened more today! (would u pretty please write a small thing of iggy comforting their s/o whos in pain? thank yous)

Hope you feel better soon anon! As for this fluff, what is a fluff?  I guess it’s amusing to having this against the last thing I wrote where Ignis was dealing the pain.  It took a lot to not have Ardyn busting through the wall like the Koolaid guy, lol.

You had just finished up another wonderful meal Ignis had helped prepare with you, and you were now busy clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen alongside Ignis.  You were scrubbing down the counter when the throbbing pain had returned once again, and a low moan passes through your lips within earshot of ignis.  It was an accident - you weren’t normally a fan of outing yourself whenever you had these bouts of pain - especially when it came to him.  It was in his nature to become extra doting around you, and the last thing you wanted was to feel like a burden on top of it.

 “Is something troubling you, y/n?”

 There was no use trying to lie or cover it up, the man’s perception skills was on point, and your eyes were always a dead giveaway whenever it came to your discomfort.

 “It’s just the pain coming back again.  It’s nothing I can’t handle.”  You flash Ignis a weak smile, turning back and silently praying to the Astrals he might leave you be this time.  But you knew better, and Ignis’ was already behind you, his hand over yours and forcing you to drop the washcloth back on the marble counter top.  Lithe fingers claim your wrist, and he swings your arm around so you were now facing him, his arm pressing into your back to meet him in a soft embrace. His fingers gently squeezing the back of your neck, Ignis brushes his lips against your forehead in a lingering kiss.

 “Follow me.”  Ignis presses his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the bathroom.  But you stop him, protesting.

 “We really should clean up this mess before it gets late.”

“Nonsense. You, my dear, are much more important right now.  And I will tend to this later while you rest.”  Ignis tilts your head up, kissing you before you could make up another excuse not to go with him.

You finally relent, following him to the bathroom as he begins to draw a hot bath, adding a few drops of peppermint oil to the water.  The wonderful scent drifts through the air and envelops your senses, and the pain already felt like it was subsiding just a bit.  Ignis starts to unbutton his shirt, and you start to follow suit, but he halts you before you could even shimmy your shirt above your head.

“I will be the one taking care of you tonight.”  

Ignis finishes with his shirt, dropping it from his shoulders and catching it as it slides off, neatly folding it and placing it on top of the sink.  You never tire of the sight of his bare chest, drinking in every taut muscle on his lean, sculpted body.  He was perfection, and your eyes never left him as he sheds the rest of clothing, stacking them on top of his shirt.  Your eyes begin to wander, and snap back to attention once he approaches.

“Normally I would have said it’s rude to stare…but I rather welcome it in your case.”  Ignis grabs the bottom of your shirt, drawing it over your head as you raise your arms up.

You smirk.  “I guess it can’t be helped”.

Leading a trail of kisses down your neck, he unclasps your bra, his face lowering down your chest, and then your stomach, gazing up at you with his piercing emerald eyes before unbuttoning your jeans and rolling them down your legs.  He kept things innocent though, rising back up and leading you over to the steaming bath, the faucet handle squeaking as he shuts off the water.  He leads you into the bath, sitting down first and guiding your hips down between his legs, his arms crossing across your stomach to flush you against his hard chest.  It took you a moment to get used to the heat, but once you did, the water was pure bliss over your aching body.  You lean your head back against his shoulder, moaning in relief.

“I guess this really wasn’t such a bad idea.” you confess, closing your eyes as Ignis ran his fingers through your hair.

“I would prefer you weren’t so stubborn with me when it comes to your weariness.”

“You already have to deal with Noct, so I don’t like putting something else on your plate.”

Ignis exhales sharply, his frustration apparent.  “I assure you, I am perfectly capable of taking care of the both of you.  Now, chest forward.”  

You comply, leaning front and drawing your knees up to your chest as Ignis reaches around you to retrieve the hand shower.  He turns it on, testing out the temperature of the water first before using it upon you.

“Head back, darling.”

Ignis softly touches his fingers to your chin, and you tilt back your head as the steady pressure of water soaks through your hair, relishing the feel as the water flows down your breasts and back.  He shuts it back off, grabbing the bottle of shampoo next to you and squeezing a generous amount into his hand, enough to get a good lather going.  Ignis works his fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp, the feel of his deft fingers rubbing against your skin absolutely exquisite.  Your lips part slightly, and you can’t help but close your eyes and moan quietly as he expertly moves his hands through your hair.  If only you could stay like this forever.

“Keep moaning like that and one might think you’re enjoying this a bit too much.”

Ignis grabs the hand shower once again, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair.  His mouth descends upon the back of your neck, covering your skin with kisses when he begins to massage your shoulders, palms fingers prodding and stroking and trying to work out every knot and ache in you.  You rest your head forward on your knees, permitting Ignis access to every inch of your back.  Whenever the man did anything, he made sure to do it thoroughly, and this was no exception, fingers finding and rubbing out every kink, all the while planting kisses all along the back of your neck.

“Tell me if it begins to hurt.” 

“No, it feels amazing.  Keep going.”

Ignis grins against your skin, and he moves further down your back, thumbs pushing into your lower back as his fingers graze along your hips.  By the time he was through with you, your mind felt clear and your body subdued, and he pulls against his naked form to embrace and cuddle you further.  The humidity of the bathroom began to take it’s toll on his hair, errant strands of his hair becoming loose and beginning to lay down and fall against his forehead.  He always did look the best when he was a little…disheveled.  

“You know that I love you…right Y/N?  So I never want to see you hurting.”  Ignis whispers in your ear, his arms tightening and bringing you closer.

That struck a chord with you, and the tears start to well.  You manage to wriggle yourself loose from him, stirring up the water enough to splash it outside the tub as you straddle his hips, chest to chest and wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you too Iggy.”

Ignis picks up on your sniffling right away, taken slightly aback by the sudden wave of emotion.

“Is the pain getting worse again?”

“No, I just feel like I don’t deserve you sometimes.”

A gentle smile spreads on Ignis’ face, plucking a few stray hair strands away from your face.

“I guarantee you are no trouble to me…and frankly, I am the one not worthy of you.  Now, let us get cleaned up and get you into bed.  And I will do whatever you need of me to help lull you to sleep.”

Blissful in Lace - Cassandra Pentaghast

I am absolutely weak for a warrior in lace. All I want is Cassandra in lingerie and since I’ve had too much wine tonight, I gave it to myself. Yay!

Words: 897

Rating: Teen and Up, because, let’s be safe

Warning: a beautiful woman loving herself! You’ve been warned!

Cassandra cast the slim box another contemptuous glance. Wrapped in neat, subdued paper and topped with a beautiful silk black ribbon, it sat unassuming and monstrous on the corner of her crisply made bed. Frowning, she picked it up and ran the soft ribbon through her fingers and remembered how lovely the fabric had felt in her hands when she perused the tables of one of Val Royeaux’s more specialty shops. The masked merchant had smiled alluringly and said not a word about Cassandra’s blazing face as she passed over her chosen garments with trembling hands. She had told her in Orlesian purrs that her taste was “exquisite and classic.” Cassandra highly doubted that. She hadn’t the foggiest idea what she was doing as she walked around the mannequins wearing delicate lace and chiffon; had even less of a clue as to why she had even braved the perfumed lingerie shop in the first place. Twenty minutes later, Cassandra had rushed away from its doors, the beautiful box clutched to her chest, terrified someone had seen. That someone would recognize her.

No. It was foolish, Cassandra admonished, tossing the box back to the bed. She ought to return it straightaway. What in the Maker’s name had possessed her to buy the blasted thing?

Still she picked it back up and tore the ribbon away, shredded the paper and opened the slender box, breathless. She fingered the black silk and picked up the first piece of underthings. Cassandra bit her lip as she rubbed the fabric between her fingers, wondering just how it might feel when she put it on.

Maker’s breath.

Glancing around her room as if there might be someone hiding in the corner of her personal space, she slid her fingers across her breeches. The ties gave easily, the worn fabric eased from her hips. Then, with less ceremony, came her smalls.

A slight hitch in her breath, she eased the silk over her legs, one careful foot and then the other, half afraid she might jerk her hand and tear it to pieces. The underthing slid against her skin exquisitely and settled low across her hips.

And my buttocks, Cassandra thought, blushing hard as she ran a hand across the hem that barely covered her cheeks. She fingered it carefully to see how much more would give without it pulling too tight and sighed when she realized that was it. That was all it would cover.

Why in Andraste’s name had she spent money on this?

With a huff somewhere between frustration and resignation, she pulled the next piece from the box and held it before her eyes. It was another smaller-than-should-be-possible piece that she guessed might cover her nipples. Only. If that.

Well, she had come this far.

Cassandra shed her tunic and breast band and donned the sheer lace as fast as she dared. She felt like one wrong move and a sword-calloused finger would punch a gaping hole right through the finespun black mesh.

She shifted the piece into place, tugged it gently. Adjusting her breasts, she moved towards the full-length mirror against the wall and looked at herself critically.

It could have been worse. Cassandra likely looked better than her insecurity would let her see. She couldn’t remember being more exposed in all her life.

At first, all she saw the jagged scars, jumbled and snagging across her skin. Then she saw the silk bottoms hugging against her hips like a lover, accentuating the curve. She blushed as she imagined them being pulled off with gentle fingers—gentle teeth. Clearing her throat, she focused on the details. The black lace coiling along the hem matched the hand embroidery snaking over her breasts, accentuating the curve of them. The garment made them look lovely, she supposed. As far as breasts went. Better when they were kissed, tingling when loved with tongue and teeth.

Again with this nonsense—she cleared her throat once more and strode back to the box to retrieve the final piece. A babydoll? Was that had the woman had called it?

She pulled the sheer fabric over her head, and it settled softly over Cassandra’s body, so delightfully feminine and light. It was such a stark contrast to anything she had ever allowed herself to own before. Cassandra was always so prudent, always favoring functionality over anything else.

But this?

Once again she stood before the mirror and this time she tried to admire herself. She was proud of her muscles, more proud of the scars that marred him, but Maker she was beautiful in lace. She was the woman she seldom allowed herself to be, often told herself she could go without.

Cassandra almost grinned.

Smoothing her hands down the front of the gossamer babydoll, Cassandra was gripped by a sudden urge that had her bubbling with quiet laughter. Suddenly she twirled in tight circles and watched as the fabric lifted and billowed around her for a blissful moment before it settled once more, reticent and sweet and alluring. It begged to be touched, begged to be lifted away and tossed on the floor, much as she had done to its own wrapping paper.

But not today.

Beaming and finally glad for her purchase, Cassandra picked up her copy of Swords & Shields from her night table and settled against her pillows for a night to herself.

The Skyline Case (M)

Bonus chapter for Alibi

Originally posted by syubto

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Detective!Jungkook, SerialKiller!Jungkook, smut, horror, drama

Word Count: 1.6k

Content/Warnings: Graphic sex/death/violence/mutilation/gore, necrophilia

Summary: Jungkook’s memories of the Skyline Murder.

A/N: Alibi is too damn long as it is and I wasn’t sure where I could fit this scene in, so here it is in all its glory, getting its own, separate chapter.  Also shoutout to @hipsterminseok for helping me brainstorm this murder and again thank you to my wonderful beta @kimtaehyungl 💕

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Nate and I barely got back from the Steak House restaurant. We stay in the living room and pull out the bed from the couch. As we retract the bed and the bed spread from the couch Nate requests a glass of water.

Nate decided to leave the restaurant early, but made sure to grab dessert before we left. I grabbed doughnuts with chocolate sauce. As for Nate he requested an apple and key lime pie.

I return back to the living room with a glass of water and hand it to Nate.

“Your water my king” I say as I give him the water.

“Well thank you my queen” Nate responds back. He leaves the water on the side table before pulling me in by the hips. “I have to ask for one
more thing?” He lifts my shirt above my breasts leaving my stomach exposed.

“Oh, what is it” instead of responding back he leans forward and lays gentle kisses on my stomach. The kisses he leaves makes butterflies erupt inside my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair and close my eyes as then feeling of him near me calms me.

Nate puts his ear to my stomach which causes me to open my eyes quickly. I look at the scene unfolding with a confused expression.

“Hey there,anyone there” he says as he knocks on my hip bones gently with his knuckles. And he waits for an answer before putting his ear back on my stomach. I laugh at his actions.

“No ones there, so I think it is a bun free oven” he exclaims as he lays more kisses on my stomach. “I think we are safe to repeat another round from last night” he adds with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

I slide under the covers next to him as he wraps an arm around my waist.
Nate leans in and kisses my lips ever so gently.

“You are so beautiful” he whispers before planting another kiss on my lips.

“Thank you” I tell as a light brush appears on my cheeks. Nate chuckles softly before sitting up. He removes his clothing leaving him in all his naked glory. The blush that appeared on my cheeks darkens as I stare at his naked figure.

“Do you see something you like?” He asks as he slips back under the covers. I only hum in response as he pulls the sheets over his lap leaving him exposed a bit.

“Know something that would be better?” He asks

“What?” I respond while looking at him.

“If you are also naked” he says tugging at the hem of my shirt that is now rested above my breasts. I unclasp my bra and get out of my black jeans. My black lace panties are the only thing left before I have a chance to remove them Nate stops me.

“I got it” he disappears under the sheets. I feel a slight scrape of his teeth near my thighs. I start to wonder what he is doing before it dawns on me. He is removing my lace panties with his teeth. Nate soon resurfaces from under the cover and sits up once again.

“Would you like to taste your dessert?” He asks in which I respond with a nod. Nate takes a doughnut and dunks it into the chocolate sauce. He lifts the doughnut towards my mouth with a hand under it to catch any droplets of sauce.

“Mmm” I moan as I chew the doughnut and cover my mouth with the tips of my fingers. “That’s amazing”

“I know, right? I’ve tried these there when you went to Y/H/T last month. Do you want to try some of my pie?”
He says as I wait to finish what I have in my mouth.

“Only a taste” he gives me a small amount and I chew it “this is really good” I tell him as I watch him take a bite as well. I watch as chews the piece of pie and watch as his jaw clenches with each chew.

“It is amazing they do really well with their desserts” he says and dunks his finger into the chocolate sauce. He lifts his hand again with the other beneath to catch any droplets of sauce. Nate surprises me he brings the finger covered in chocolate to my lips.

“Open” I do as I’m told and he puts his finger into my mouth. I close down on it, sucking the chocolate sauce off gently. I take a hold of his hand to keep it in place as I swirl my tongue around it, the same way I do with his cock. I look up at him and see a sexy grin on his face while looking down at me.

“Mmm” I take his finger out and lick it slowly.

“Well Y/N I think it is safe to say you really enjoyed that” Nate says before continuing “lay down lil mama” I lay down on the bed and he pulls the sheets down to expose my naked torso. Nate places the tray full of our desserts on the floor. He reemerges with the chocolate sauce in hand. He straddles me.

“Y/N put a finger in the sauce and then put in anywhere on your body”

“Where?” I ask

“Wherever you want me to lick it off from” Nate replied with a sexy smile. I hesitantly dunk my finger into the chocolate. Nate watches eagerly as I trail it down the valley of my breasts. I place the remainder on my lips and find it extremely hard not to lick it off.

He puts the container down on the side table and bends down to lick my lips. Nate takes my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks gently and does the same with my top lip. It’s intimate his scent and sensation of his lips on mine are perfection. The sucking of my lips soon turn into a passionate kiss. A kiss that I cannot get enough of. My hands run through his soft hair and I let out a moan full of lust.

Nate breaks away and moves further down my body and his eyes land on my chest. His head lowers as his tongue runs along the trail of chocolate. The movement is hot, slow, and sensual. He licks off the chocolate and quickly travels to my right nipple. Nate take sit into his mouth flicking it with his tongue and nibbles.

Nate’s hand moves to my other breasts and caresses it between his fingers.

“Mmm, Y/N” he mumbles against my breast before moving to the other one and repeats his actions. Goosebumps appear all over my skin and causes me to bend my knees on either side of his body. My pussy circling beneath him on its own as if it hand its own mind. Nate releases my nipples from his mouth and goes back towards my lips. He kisses once again. My pelvis still rotating beneath and grinding on his hard cock. Nate pulls back and kneels between my legs. He reaches for the container full of chocolate once again.

“Don’t get carried away, lil mama” he says looking down at my naked body. “I want you to dip your finger again into the chocolate” I do as he asks and swirl it around in the container. “Get a lot on there is tastes exquisite from your skin. Put it on your body again.”

I take my finger out of the container and hover over my chest. I’m deciding whether to put it on my nipples or around my belly button.

“Not there” Nate says clearly my eyes look at his as he is already staring at me. “Lower” he adds with a dominant voice. I move my hand lower towards my belly button and look at him for guidance.

“Lower” he says once again. I’m getting really excited as I move my dripping finger lower. I already know what he wants and I want it too. I’ve always been insecure when Nate eats me out. I only want him to see the more appealing parts of my body.

I pause before lowering my finger so the chocolate drops onto my pelvic bone.

“Lower” that is all he says.

I look at his face and see the want in his eyes. I bite my bottom lips considering if I should or shouldn’t. I consider my next move.

“Don’t be shy lil mama, I want to taste you the right way” he takes a hold of my wrist and moves it above my clit. “Touch yourself, Y/N”

I look into his eyes as I rest my finger on my clit. I move it around my clitoris. His eyes never leaves my gaze only shortly to see me touching myself. This feels to good….

“You look so sexy right now” Nate whispers looking down at my fingers in between my legs. He reaches down and takes my hand, Nate takes it into his mouth and sucks off the chocolate.

“Mmm” Nate moans out looking at me. He removes my fingers from his mouth and lowers himself onto my belly. Nate licks off any drips of chocolate from my skin and kisses it slowly. He lowers his head to my clit, for which he pauses a bit.

Eventually, I feel his hot breath on me hovering over my delicate skin. His tongue sweeps over my outer lips towards my clitoris. Nate swirls his tongue around, licking, sucking, and I moan loudly arching my back.

“Uh huh” Nate mumbles against my skin. His tongue still caressing my clit masterfully. His hands glide his hands up my waist, pressing firmly into my skin with his fingers. I feel weak as his tongue works stroking and brushing against my clit.

My hands grip onto the sheets around me. My pelvis raise off the bed involuntarily, my muscles clench tightly preparing for my climax. Nate’s hand move to my lower stomach and pushes me back down onto the bed. His hands wrap around my thighs pulling me towards him.

“Nate, oh, Nate, yes” I cry out as my climax comes fast and hard. Nate takes my clit into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Oh, God! Yes!” I cry, my thighs quiver and tighten around his head. My hands travel to his hair tugging and gripping it. I throw my head back into the pillow, my heart beating fast through my chest. My stomach rising and falling rapidly with my short pants.

“Oh” I whisper. Nate strokes me gently with his tongue and kisses me lightly. I release my hold on his head from my thighs and I’m shaking.

Nate crawls up my body, a big and sexy smile his face as he kisses my mouth.

“Your so beautiful, I don’t know why your so insecure with your body. Your body is incredible” he says and I want to reply back but I’m speechless.

“You’re shaking” Nate says as he pulls me into his embrace. I lay in his arms my leg wrapped in between his. Nate pull the sheets above us and lays gentle kisses on my face. “Was it good, Y/N?”

“Mmm,” I respond back sleepy that’s all I can offer as a response.

“Is that a yes” he chuckles lightly. I nod my head, nuzzling my face into his chest.

“Good, because it was an amazing experience for me also. Your are the most beautiful women. I want to do this to you for the rest of our lives” Nate says.

“Me too….”

Nate leaves another kiss on my lips before we start to drift off to sleep curled up against one another.

anonymous asked:

I know it was just posted, but I love the story with Jamie and Claire being handfast to keep safe from Randall! Please continue it! You are all amazing writers!

anonymous asked: COuld you do a follow up of that quick thinking prompt, with them hand fasting by the fire and then smuttyness upstairs. Claire seems more at ease in that au would she be whent hey got upstairs too?

anonymous asked: OMG the last one where Jamie and Claire decide to handfast after lying about it to BJR! I loved it but I want more, they realized their feelings very fast and I would love -aside from a wedding night, of course- to see a conversation between them about how they feel, they are so lovely and the first promot made me so emotional I just want more! <3


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It wasn’t until Jamie had locked the door behind them that Claire realized what had happened.

She stood a few paces into the room, facing the bed - the sheets all rumpled from where she’d slept the night before, and arisen - was it only an hour ago? - when she heard Black Jack Randall’s hoofbeats in the dooryard.

She felt, rather than heard, Jamie behind her, standing quietly. Breathing.

Dear God - what had they done?

Slowly she turned to face him. His chest was rising and falling with short, shallow breaths. He licked his lips, twisting his fingers. She wanted so badly to say something, anything - but couldn’t.

Silence - heavy and awkward, bloomed between them.

What had she done?


Startled, he cleared his throat, his eyes piercing hers. Heady. “Aye?” he rasped.

She wiped suddenly sweaty palms on the think creases of her skirt. “Are we - are we married? I’m not familiar with handfasting.”

He flushed - a lovely, dusky color creeping from the open neck of his shirt almost all the way to his hairline. “Ach. Weel - yes, and no. Handfasting - it’s traditionally used when there is no priest about, to make the vows formal. It’s valid for a year and a day.”

Claire bravely stepped closer. “And what happens after the year and the day are finished?”

He swallowed. She tore her gaze from his, and watched the fingers of his left hand tap restlessly against the wool of his kilt.

“The man and woman can choose to be wed properly, or they can go their separate ways.”

She took another step closer. “Tell me, Jamie. Am I your wife now?”

He moved from his position against the door and came to stand directly in front of her. Gently he took her hand - her right hand, and softly, tenderly traced the pad of his thumb around the base of her right ring finger. Where, God willing, she’d one day wear his ring.

“If ye’ll have me,” he breathed, mesmerized by the exquisite softness of her skin. “If ye want us to live as husband and wife. It’s no’ up to me.”

Her palm straightened against his touch, and she brought the heel of her palm directly against his. Captivated, he twined their fingers together, squeezing tightly.

“But I thought that was what we did downstairs - that we have to live as husband and wife. That we have to - to consummate.”

Her voice wavered a bit - but her eyes, so strong, so brave, still held his.

“I’ll never do anything ye dinna wish to, Claire,” he said, so softly she could barely hear.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand -”

He tore his eyes from hers and watched, mesmerized, as his thumb circled the backs of her knuckles. “It’s only the two of us in here, Claire. We have the rest of the day to ourselves. I willna force ye to do anything ye dinna wish to. Ye have to bear my name for the next year and day, but if ye wish to go back to being Claire Beauchamp after that, I’ll no’ stop ye. If ye dinna wish to lie wi’ me today, I willna force ye. If ye dinna wish to sleep in my bed once we return to Leoch, I will find another chamber in which to live.”

He wanted so badly to just hold her, crush her body to him, bury his face in her neck. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“I want to give ye choices, Claire. The gift of choice. To choose whether to live as my wife, or live on yer own. I’ll protect ye to the last drop of blood in my body, I swear to ye I will. That won’t change, no matter what ye decide. And if ye choose another man - well, it would be verra hard for me, but I’d understand.”

His eyes were tightly shut now, relishing the miracle of her skin against his. Steeling himself for the rejection.

But it never came. Because Claire was overcome with the affection and bravery and gallantry and selflessness of the man before her - this amazing, thoughtful, courageous, quick-thinking man who had just saved her life. And who was willing - quite clearly - to do whatever it took to ensure her safety.

So she tilted up his chin, waited for his beautiful eyes to open and lock with hers, and slowly, slowly moved in for a kiss.


Dusk. Sunbeams of orange and yellow and pink knifed through the dirty windowpane.

In the dooryard, Rupert sang to the horses. Angus cursed at Willie.

In the bed, Jamie dreamed.

At the window, Claire drew Jamie’s plaid tighter around her shoulders. Reflective.

He was - had been - a virgin. She smiled, feeling so wanton at how they’d spent the day learning each other, exploring and teasing. Laughing.

He had told her everything about himself - his name, clan, and family. What he had overheard Dougal saying the night before. Why he had slept, cold and uncomfortable, outside her door last night.

She had told him everything about herself. About her parents, and Uncle Lamb. And Frank. And the stones.

He didn’t understand it - but he listened. Asked very good questions. And then held her tighter against him, as if anchoring her to him here, on this day, in this time.

And then he’d kissed the bruises on her belly that Randall had made two days prior. Promised her that she’d never have to see him again, that he’d keep her safe for the rest of their days, if she’d let him.

She would. He had already done more - and proven that he would do more, if need be - than Frank ever would. Ever could.

Claire turned away from the window and just watched Jamie for a long moment. He looked like a young boy - hair tousled, limbs askew.

Her heart soared.

And then he woke, slowly eased himself up on his elbows, and smiled at her.

“Ye look like an angel, crowned wi’ light,” he said softly, voice full of awe.

She swiftly padded over to the bed and sat on his lap, wrapping the plaid around both of them. Bringing them close. Sheltering them from the world.

“I have something to tell you.”

His brow furrowed, but he steadied his face. Ready for anything, after the unbelievable events that this day - the most terrifying and exhilarating day of his life - had brought.

“Oh, aye? What is it?”

She met his eyes - and took a deep breath.


Beneath the plaid, his thumb gently traced the arch of her hipbone. “Yes what?”

She sat up a bit straighter, and her face split into a smile.

“Yes, Jamie. Yes, I’ll live as your wife-”

She wanted to add “if you’ll have *me*” - but couldn’t, as Jamie’s lips had already stolen her breath.

cookiepie111  asked:

Could you please do scenario with a yandere jumin and zen (separately)

Spread the yandere love (灬♥ω♥灬) I might as well write yandere stories for all the rest of the members now lol


Jumin: It was expected of a corporate heir like him to be stoic and composed at all times. He didn’t have time for feelings or companionship, he was still young and needed to focus on becoming the CEO of his father’s company. It had always been that way ever since he was young. Jumin was taught to be a responsible, well mannered individual that couldn’t have any imperfections or else all would fail. He had to be good at everything, and know the answers to everything.

Yet, the lack of experience with human relations was ultimately Jumin’s weakness.

His first love had been Rika. It was wrong, he knew that, but even he couldn’t control it. From the start she had belonged to Jihyun. She looked in only his way, her whispers of love only meant for his ears and no one else. Jumin never stood a chance at all, he was simply a friend to her and would always be. But in the end it was better that way, his friendship with Jihyun mattered more than a mere emotion called “love”. Jumin didn’t believe in that kind of stuff anyways, seeing his father play with so many women proved to him  how shallow “love” could be.

One day, Jihyun had suddenly arrived at Jumin’s doorstep holding something white and fluffy. It was a cat, an animal that Jumin never thought he himself would own. But the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he would definitely cherish the white haired feline. After that, he did his best to make her happy, giving her the best toys and feeding her the most gourmet of cat foods. He thought he was satisfied with that, a pet was good enough for him, he needed nothing else.

Then you came along.

Your sudden appearance in the chatroom had shocked everyone. You were a stranger to everyone, and yet you had access to the RFA’s private messaging app. It was even more appalling that Jihyun had let you join the organization right then and there, assuming that you were somehow related to Rika in some way. Jumin wasn’t the type to trust a person right away, but he had to at least give you a chance. If Jihyun trusted you, then Jumin would too.

Though he was wary at first, Jumin had taken a liking to you. Despite having been shoved into such an unexpected situation, you had a good work ethic and didn’t seem to be bothered by your new job. Most people would have wanted to back out and run away, but instead you stayed and accepted your position. It was also nice that Jumin could talk about his cat interests freely without being judged by you, and in fact you actually agreed with him most of the time. You were surprisingly understanding and clever at times, two things that Jumin liked in a person.

One thing led to another, and you eventually ended up staying at Jumin’s house for a few days. He was surprised to see you at his doorway, your appearance mesmerizing him as he looked you over. You had come to visit him out of concern, something no one else would have done. It touched him greatly, his heart fluttering a bit as his chest grew warm. He hadn’t felt such emotions in a while, the familiar feeling scaring him a little.

The longer you stayed, the more Jumin wanted you to stay. Sure, he didn’t believe in living together before marriage, but he could make an exception if it were you. He didn’t care anymore, for once his feelings were actually returned. If he let you leave now, what if you never came back? Rika could never be his, and Elizabeth had run away from him. You were to only one that was willing to stay with him. If that were to ever change, Jumin wasn’t sure how he would react.

“Jumin, I have to leave tomorrow. The party has to be taken care of, I can’t stay here any longer.” You suddenly said that one day, while sitting next to Jumin on one of the couches in his condo.

Ah, so it had finally happened. You were finally sick of him, weren’t you? Jumin knew this paradise couldn’t last forever, but he was prepared for this already.

“But don’t you like it here?” Jumin asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

You smiled a little, taking his hand in yours. “Of course I do, but I have other responsibilities, and so do you. The party is in a few days, we can’t just ignore it.”

Was that a lie? Everyone seemed to have secrets nowadays, so maybe you did too. Jumin wanted to believe in you, but there was a thought nagging at the back of his mind. She just doesn’t wanna be with you anymore, that’s why she’s trying to leave. No, he wasn’t going to lose something precious to him again. Love was a selfish feeling, just like how selfish his father was when he continually played with all those girls. Jumin didn’t want to be like him, but he understood now how it felt. He didn’t care about anything anymore, he just wanted you to stay and be his, only his.

“Let’s take a nap together first, I want to hold you before you leave.” Jumin said as he abruptly picked you up bridal style.

You blushed and let out a small laugh, unaware of what was to happen. “Alright, I was getting tired anyways.”

Jumin carried you to his bed, a place you had never been to before. He laid you down gently, smiling at how content you were with the softness of it.

“It smells like you…” You said, burying your face into his pillow.

Chuckling, Jumin settled down beside you. “You could just stay here and enjoy it forever, if you’d like.”

You shook your head, a reaction Jumin had expected. “I still have to do lots of other things before I do that.”

“Well,” Jumin scooted closer to you until his face was only a few inches away from yours. “For now let’s just sleep, and forget everything else in this world.”

You smiled, and gladly obliged to his suggestion.

Jumin guessed that you were dreaming about good things, since you were smiling in your sleep. That smile wouldn’t be seen for a while, and Jumin was sure to miss it. But it was better to see you not smile than to not see you at all. You were sure to be surprised when you woke up, and Jumin anticipated your reaction. It was kind of sickening that he was excited about this whole event, his hands trembling as he caressed your face.

He was never going to let you leave from the start.


Why were your wrists feeling so heavy? You tried to move your arms, your eyes slightly opening as you tried to adjust your position. For some reasons your arms were above your head, and they were seemingly stuck there. You looked up to inspect what was wrong, your eyes widening at what you saw. Wrapped around your wrists was a metal chain, each one chained to the headpost of the bed. Shocked, you began to sit up, but your movements were restricted by the fact that your ankles were also chained to the bed.

What was going on?

“Did you have a good dream?” Jumin stepped into the room, his face stoic as ever.

You tugged at your restraints, your mind still fuzzy due to the fact that you just woke up. “J-Jumin! Why did you do this?”

Jumin’s facial expression didn’t change as he sat next to you, not even his eyes held any emotion. Despite that, his heart thumped in excitement as he looked you over. You were so beautiful like this, chained and helpless. The metal held you down nicely, it wrapped around your limbs like an exquisite design along your skin. You would never be able to get away now, your presence would always be here. The thought made Jumin breathless, he was trying hard not to show his true feelings.

“You can’t leave, ____.” He said, reaching out and taking a strand of your hair. “You’re going to stay here forever with me.”

Was your hair always this soft? The strands between Jumin’s fingers felt like silk as he twirled it around his finger. Your frightened expression was so cute, your eyes were wide with fear, and your mouth was slightly hanging in shock. He would find good use of that part of you later. Jumin finally let his lips curve up into a smile, climbing over to tower over you.

“Your life will be spent with me, there’s no need for you to leave this place.” Jumin’s hand moved to your cheek, caressing you lightly with his thumb. “I even got a gift for you.” He reached into his back pocket, taking hold of something.

“No… Please don’t do this, Jumin.” You whimpered, unable to do anything.

Jumin shushed you, pressing a finger against your lips. “It’s alright ____, I won’t hurt you.” He kept smiling as he held up the object in his possession. “Look what I bought, it suits your taste right?”

It was a shiny black collar, a small diamond hanging from it. Jumin had gotten it customly made, he wanted it to be created with only the best materials suited for you. It was a way of showing how much he loved you, and how much he wanted you to be his. Your expression didn’t change though, in fact, you looked even more horrified. “J-Jumin… Please…”

“Be a good girl and let me put it on you.” Jumin’s voice was gentle, but you could tell there was an underlying tone of authority.

You didn’t say anything as Jumin’s hands went around your neck, the collar wrapping around your throat snugly. The diamond was cold against your skin as it settled there, sparkling beautifully as the light caught onto it. Jumin kissed your cheek, chuckling at the way you went rigid.

“You’ll grow accustomed to this, ____. It won’t be difficult, since I only plan on pampering you.” Jumin murmured, running his lips across your cheek.

Your scent made him want to go insane, everything about you made him want to lose control. But he would restrict himself for now, and gradually let you accept him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting his head lay against your shoulder. Jumin would never feel the pain of not having something ever again, you were his and his to keep. If he had to be selfish, then so be it, you were better with him than with anyone else. The whole thought of it made him unable to stop smiling. Jumin loved you, he loved you so much.

“I’ll take care of you from now on, my little kitten~.” He whispered sweetly.

No one could take you away from him, ever.

Zen: It was lonely not being in a relationship. Zen hadn’t been in one for a couple of years, most of his personal time being taken up by his work. Though he did flirt a bit with women he encountered, it just never got serious. Zen really did want to have a relationship, but life was not kind at the moment, and the opportunity never came. Ah, what a sad life he lived.

For a musical actor like him, having a girlfriend was difficult. He had to deal with the fact that his fans would get super jealous, having a lover would mean that he would have to manage his time in order to have time for them, and he would have to keep his relationship on the low. His last girlfriend couldn’t deal with the difficulties, and had ended the relationship after a year. It had saddened Zen to see her go, but he still had a career to work on. Perhaps he was meant to only be a working man after all.

He didn’t expect to meet someone through the RFA.

It was a side job, something he did more out of enjoyment. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his actual job too, the RFA just caused less stress than being a musical actor. Plus, the RFA had fun people like Seven, Yoosung, Jihyun, and Jaehee… Jumin not so much. Other than the cat loving freak, everyone in the RFA were basically Zen’s closest friends. He didn’t expect anything else than that, just close friendships.

Your sudden arrival didn’t bother Zen. It did surprise him, considering the fact that the app was only meant for RFA members, but he really didn’t mind. You seemed to be a nice, loving, and cute person that didn’t mean any harm, and that was enough for Zen to accept you. When you two were the only ones in the chatroom, Zen found himself enjoying the conversations more than usual. This was different from when he chatted with the other members, he knew this feeling too well.

Zen was starting to like you.

He hoped the feelings were mutual, you seemed interested enough, right? Who wouldn’t fall for Zen’s good looks? His beautiful voice? Zen had everything a woman wanted, so getting to your heart couldn’t be difficult. It was just a bit challenging since you had never met him in person before, so he couldn’t charm you properly.

There was also another slight issue. Zen wasn’t sure if it was just him being paranoid, but you also seemed to be getting close to a certain secret agent. Seven was a fun person, Zen understood that, but why were you getting so… comfortable with him? His looks were nothing compared to Zen’s, his voice couldn’t reach notes as high as Zen’s, he didn’t manage himself well like Zen.

So why?

It didn’t make any sense, nothing did. Zen was the most desirable man you had probably met, yet you were getting all chummy with a weirdo like Seven. Jealousy wasn’t something he was used to feeling, and Zen definitely didn’t like it. It was like poison flowing through his veins, taking over his body and suffocating him till he couldn’t take it anymore. It eventually started to affect his career, his mind no longer focusing on the dance routines and script readings. All he could think about was you. What did you look like? What was your favorite food? Your age? What did you like doing? Why did you like Seven so much?

The thought of the red haired man caused a rush of anger, and his heart was suddenly burning with hate.

Anger did a lot of things to Zen. It made him clumsy and unaware of his surroundings, like how it suddenly caused him to go off balance and fall to the floor. There was a sharp pain in his ankle as he fell, his body slamming down on the wood tiling.

“Zen! Are you alright?”

“Someone help him up!”

The voices merged together, forming a monstrous jumble of noises in Zen’s mind. What was going on? Why was this happening? His ankle stung and burned, the pain increasing every time he tried to move. Hands pulled him from the floor, setting him down on a nearby bench. The voices continued, asking questions and endlessly speaking. Zen didn’t bother replying, still processing what just happened. He wanted everyone to shut up, he didn’t need this right now. Eventually, he was sent to the hospital by his co-workers.

It was only a sprain, it had to be. The doctor wasn’t so keen on letting Zen go so easily, but Zen knew his own body’s capabilities. He healed faster than your average human, his ankle would be fine in a few days. Of course, the first thing he did was tell the RFA about the misfortunate event. Everyone was worried, and doubted his healing powers. You were concerned too, and it made Zen feel a little bit better. Despite that, his career was still on the line.

Staying home all day wasn’t fun. Zen had nothing to do, he couldn’t even walk properly with the cast covering his foot. Playing on his phone, watching T.V, both of those options were getting old. He wanted to dance again, his legs aching for movement. On the bright side, he had more time to chat with you. He liked phone calls the most, because then he could hear your voice. It was soothing to his ears, the sound akin to a sweet lullaby. Even so, you were still so far away and unreachable. Zen’s heart had never ached so much before.

It had been a normal day when you suddenly showed up at his door. Zen didn’t know why there was such a cute girl at his doorstep, but the moment you spoke, he knew it was you.

“Hi Zen, it’s me…” You blushed, probably not used to seeing Zen’s beauty in person.

Zen smiled, his heart rate going up as he took in your appearance.

“Nice to finally meet you, ____~!”


“You shouldn’t move around so much, doesn’t your ankle hurt?” You were so cute, looking all concerned as your eyes caught sight of the cast on Zen’s leg.

He almost couldn’t believe it, you were actually in front of him, in person. He almost couldn’t reply due to how happy he was, his only desire was to sit and stare at you all day. It was a bit creepy, but he couldn’t help it. Was this how true love felt? He had never experienced such strong emotions for someone before.

“It’s fine~! I heal like a monster, remember?” Zen chuckled, brushing off his injury easily. “Would you like anything to eat? Drink? Ask me anything!”

Zen wanted to enjoy this time with you, he didn’t want to think about complicated things. Thankfully, the day went by nicely. Zen got to talk to you a lot more than usual, and learned more about you. He didn’t know your habits and tendencies before, but now he finally did. There was no doubt about it, you were the one meant for Zen. His feelings were legitimate, there was no going back now. All he had to do now was see if you felt the same, then everything would be perfect. Everything was going smoothly until your phone suddenly went off. It was expected for something like this to happen, since you couldn’t control when or where someone would call. As you took out your phone, Zen managed to glimpse at your screen.

Anger did a lot of things to Zen, it really did. It made him clumsy and sprain his ankle a few days ago, and now it was urging him to take your phone and throw it against the wall. Why did it have to be that person to call you right now, of all people it just had to be him. The one that was taking you away from Zen, the one that was making things difficult for Zen to completely capture your heart.

“Hi Seven! Did you need something?” Your smile was bright as you spoke to the other man, your eyes apologetic as you glanced at Zen. “Oh, you just wanted to chat? I’m kinda busy right now… Sorry…”

It was horrible, the feeling in Zen’s heart. It burned, ached, stung, it hurt in all the ways possible. His chest felt heavy, like a weight had been placed onto it, suffocating him and causing for him to breath heavily. He had felt like this before in his life, but that had been a long time ago. It had happened back when he was only a teenager, young and foolish with no control of his emotions. His family had been involved of course, they were the source of all his negative feelings back then. Zen had lashed out then, almost getting violent as he shouted and screamed at his brother, then he coldly muttered something to his parents as he left the house for good. Zen’s anger never ended well, and it wouldn’t be any different this time. But he couldn’t do that to you, he would never scream or shout in your direction ever. He had to do something else to grab your attention, to make you only care about him.

He had the perfect idea.

Zen suddenly flinched, letting out a slight grunt of pain as he reached for his ankle. “Damn it…” He muttered loudly, loud enough for you to hear.

You immediately turned to Zen, the concerned expression from earlier coming back. “Zen? Are you okay? Sorry Seven, I have to go now.” You hung up, then went to hover over the white haired man.

“I don’t know what happened, my ankle suddenly just started hurting.” Zen said.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you carefully examined the injured area. “Do you need anything? Maybe I can call your doctor or something, or grab some ice?” You sounded so distressed, Zen loved it.

Zen smiled at you, making sure to look like he was still in pain. “All I need is for you to stay with me, is that okay?”

You nodded without hesitation, willing to agree with anything Zen said. “Of course it is!”

Ah, it was so perfect. You were falling into Zen’s trap so smoothly, so effortlessly. For once, Zen was actually glad you didn’t believe in his super healing, and it proved to be useful. It was also convenient that he was an actor, since faking pain really wasn’t an easy feat for just anyone. But Zen could do it, he had the skill, looks, and talent for it. He was better than everyone else, better than that red-haired menace that wanted to take you away from him.

“Hey ____, can you only pay attention to me?” Zen asked, smiling slyly as he looked into your eyes.

You blinked, a bit confused by his request. “What do you mean?”

“It just hurts so much ____, I can’t take the pain…” Zen bit his lip, leaning on you for “support”.

You were worried again, letting him lean on you. “Shh… It’s okay, where are your painkillers?”

That made Zen chuckle, losing his composure for a moment. “You’re so funny ____, don’t you know?” He lifted himself up so his face was only inches away from yours. “My painkiller is you~.”

Your blushing expression was cute, and you were too flustered to reply. Zen simply smiled, satisfied with your reaction. This was only the beginning of his plan, you were already wrapped around his finger, caught in his trap of lies. Right now you only cared about him, only thought about him, only had him. It was meant to be this way, you and Zen were made for each other. If you ever happened to somehow drift away, Zen would simply put all the attention on himself again. Cuts, bruises, broken bones, that was all nothing. He would heal eventually, the pain didn’t matter, he just needed to be your only train of thought.

If Zen had to hurt himself to be your number one priority, then he would do it for the rest of his life.  

NOT SURE IF MAH SCENARIOS ARE TOO LONG OR SOMETHING BC IT ALWAYS TAKES FOREVER TO FINISH THEM MAYBE I JUST WORK TOO HARD ON THEM OR JUST NEED TO TAKE MORE TIME TO DO IT IDEK but I hope it’s good and you all enjoyed the yandere-ness~! If you ask for sequels then I’ll definitely do it!  ヾ(。^ω^。)ノ

there's this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow | Sungjin [Oneshot]

there’s this tune i found that makes me think of you somehow

fluff | ~1.6k words | tread lightly. slightly mature content ahead aka i refuse to be held accountable for stuff i write at three in the morning with alcohol in my veins and zero sleep for the past thirty-six hours. AM makes me think of Sungjin now. What.

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Let’s Stay Together | three [m]

angst, fluff, smut, horror ⚠️: (drug/alcohol use)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Summary: Your first party in Gateway…

A/N: OK Y’ALL… this chapter was SO fun to write. I was deadass milly rocking to Disco music for 6 hours while I wrote this. I loved the music so much, I put the links to every song in this chapter so that you can listen while you read if you want! It really sets the mood for the scenes.

Disclaimer: I do not encourage the illegal consumption of drugs or alcohol. This story is a work of fiction.

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“Do I look okay? It’s not too much?” You shift anxiously, leaning against the passenger side door.

Jisoo finally found an outfit she said you had to have. It’s a set going for $200 dollars at retail price- she gave it to you for $25. The pants are in the bell-bottom style, but are made entirely of the softest, smoothest gold satin instead of the usual denim or corduroy. They hug your ass tightly and highlight the shapely curves of your legs, flaring at the bottom over your wooden wedges. They sit comfortably high on your waist, leaving a couple inches of your midsection bare. The pants came with a matching satin crop top. It’s not too low-cut, but shows enough skin to leave anyone who looks at you wanting more. The sleeves are long and offer a bit of whimsy with the way they flare out over your hands, similarly to the pants. Along with some big gold hoop earrings, the glow of this auriferous ensemble contrasts and complements your skin tone exquisitely. It’s no wonder Taehyung couldn’t wait to get you out of it earlier…

“Y/n, it is… a sin how good you look right now… if they don’t name you the queen of this disco then they’re out of their damn minds.” Taehyung looks up at you with adoration as he finishes fixing his brown leather shoe, then smooths down the silk of his own green Gucci top. It’s also long-sleeved, but loose-fitting and reveals the perfect amount of his tanned chest… you can’t wait to leave a trail of your lip gloss down the length of his abs…


Looking down with a demure smile, you try to wrangle your thoughts and carnal desires. You rub your hands together, keeping them warm from the slight chill in the air. Taehyung parked his truck a little ways away from the bonfire in efforts to avoid traffic on the way home, and you’re far enough from the warmth of the party to feel the reality of the night weather. The moon, a round beauty in full effect, smiles down on you with the promise of a night you won’t soon forget. 

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Favourite moments in Skins: (1/?) Effy and Freddie’s first kiss in the lake

“And now I’ve told you okay? And now you know.”

hot tub vore

It’s as I had hoped: the spa is nearly empty. My eyes glide over a couple women on treadmills as I pass by the glass-sealed gym. Already my stomach is growling excitedly, but I’ll have to ignore it and wait. Timing is everything.

I pick up a towel, white, fresh and perfectly folded, before I head to the back corner, past palm plants in vases, step carefully into the secluded whirlpool. The skin of my feet and legs begin to crawl, reacting to the sudden heat. Slowly I sink in, and let my eyes fall shut as I’m surrounded by nothing but my little bathing suit and this steaming water pushing and whirling from all sides.

With only my head above the water, I lurk in the hot tub for ten minutes, acutely aware of the twinging in my stomach. But finally, here comes another person – a girl in a midnight blue bikini, with beach-tossed hair and shining, luscious skin. The anticipation is killing me as I watch her lower her curves into the water. I barely notice when she smiles at me, a little unnerved by my staring. My attention is focused on her body, her flesh immersed and warming in the gushing spa. Her smell hits me like a tidal wave; a burst of saliva floods my mouth.

“Nice night, huh?” I can hear the worry in her voice, as she tries to make conversation. My eyes are fixed on her, and I’m slowly drifting closer. A final whine of impatience from my stomach, and my eager hands shoot forward and grab her arms under the water. The girl’s pupils darken with terror.

Before she can scream and call attention to us, I yank her under the water where her voice is lost in bubbles. My legs wrap around her waist, and I open my mouth over her head. My jaw twinges as it spreads wide.

I shove her headfirst into my throat and begin to swallow, only stuffing her further when she tries to kick loose. I won’t be able to hold onto her much longer, so I have to get her down fast. I clamp her struggling arms to her sides, and gulp down the upper part of her body in one swift motion. Hot tears leak from my eyes – the pleasure is so great, of feeling my stomach begin to stretch. I put both hands on the small bulge, as I toss my head back and consume more of her. The rich taste of her skin is exquisite, and I try to lap it up as more and more of her legs disappear into my mouth. My belly is stretched and filled out like that of a heavily pregnant woman; I caress the sensitive skin, feeling the weight, but I’m not done yet. With a final, hard swallow, I shove her feet down my throat, and brace myself as her whole body squeezes into the tight space of my stomach. She protests, jerking her limbs and shaking my whole body in an impressive effort. I can hear her voice bubbling inside, frantic and utterly helpless.

Sinking back with a delighted sigh, I feel around my stomach. It sticks out of the water, heavy as a rock and moving feverishly. Here in the hot tub, it almost feels like she’s cooking, boiling inside me. I give a few hiccups, barely conscious of anything beyond this floating euphoria and my swollen belly.

Wings [Part 34] || Taehyung (M)


Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary - It was finally time to forget all the dangers that were lurking outside the boundaries of your love and let it bloom just the way Taehyung had always dreamed of.

And as you forgot your surroundings for just a moment, a thought clicked you; a thought that was sure to change everything. You then took no time to act upon it, to make sure you wouldn’t ever repeat a mistake that you’d regretted, ever again.

Prologue ; Part 33

Warning : Mature Content

Taehyung’s hands found their way to either side of your head as his lips moved against yours, conveying much more through the kiss than he ever could through words. You returned the kiss in the same ferocity, your fingers tangling themselves in his soft, golden locks. 

‘Tae…’ You breathed as his lips trailed away from your mouth to your left ear, your legs opening to let him comfortably nestle in between them as he continued to torture you in one of the most enchanting ways possible. Although you took pride in being a virgin, you were more than just eager to give it all away to the beautiful man in front of you.

His lips captured your ear lobe, as his teeth grazed them, giving it a small nibble, before running the tip of his tongue over it, making you shiver in unknown pleasure. His hand wandered to the hem of your sweatshirt, it trailing underneath the material, his hand captivating your skin, giving them sensual movements to lose yourself into as he kissed his way down to your neck. Before moving further down, he began sucking at a particular spot, and as his chest came in contact with yours, he could feel the rapid thudding of your heart against his, a smirk forming on his swollen lips as he slightly nipped at your skin. 

You being nothing less than a moaning mess, had your hands on his bare shoulders, as you felt him move down to your chest. His hand which was still underneath your top, began running them over your breasts as he leaned upwards, letting himself get a wider view of you. Your face which twisted into that of pleasure, your eyes sealed shut, had him entranced in more ways than one as the moonlight which bled through the window, gave an exquisite glow to your skin. His hand retreated to help you get rid of the offending material, his eyes locking with yours in the process, making you internally scream for him. As you got it out of the way, his eyes traced all your curves, taking in all what you considered to be shameful imperfections, making them all perfectly his. 

'You’re just…’ He let out a breath, his eyes on yours the entire time, ’…so beautiful.’ You felt your cheeks burn, your hands automatically clasping themselves on your face as you hid a shy smile. Taehyung moved them away delicately, his deep chuckle sounding like music to your ears as he gave you an amusing look to the sparkle he saw in your eyes.

'Don’t hide that smile from me, my love.’ If you weren’t melting before, you definitely were feeling the fuzz right now as your hands pulled him down to kiss you. You both smiled into the kiss while his hands held your waist and you arched your back, letting him get access to the clasp of your bra.

As he reached behind your back, his mouth left yet another purple hue of his love on your chest, you breathing heavily as he ran the tip of his tongue over it. And as he unclasped your bra, his hand moved gingerly over your back before resting by one of the straps. While his lips captured yours in another heated smooch, you felt him pull the strap in an excruciatingly slow motion, you almost ripping it off for him in sheer impatience. He chuckled at your eagerness as he pecked your lips before letting them place kisses over one one of your breasts while he pulled the other strap down, the material being flung into one of the corners of the room. He trapped one of your swollen nubs in between his lips, and you tugged at his hair in return, his tongue moving over them, stirring waves of pleasure inside you. 

His hand trailed to your leg, it moving over your leg in feather light movements, relaxing you nevertheless. With a gentle tug to your nub, his next victim was the skin between your breasts and on your stomach, as made sure to leave at least one mark of his, on you. As you responded with enticing sounds and writhed under him pleasurably, he couldn’t help but feel like he were experiencing this for the very first time.

Although he had very much slept - or to colloquially say - fucked many women in the time he had been here in an almost desperate attempt to find somebody to love or at least to set him free, he did not take much time to indulge in the activity of foreplay, as he barely cared about the person he was with. But with you, it was just a different story altogether. He wanted to take time to make you feel like you were not only for his survival, but also because he was deep and utterly in love with you. You had him entranced the moment you walked to him with a cup of coffee in your hand, the moment you talked to him and the moments after. He couldn’t have been much more thankful for bumping into you that night when he found out you were his soul mate.

And today, amidst of the all the dangers lurking around, he was finally getting that chance to be the one with you as you surrendered yourself to him and him to you.  

His tongue glided just above your panty-line as two of his fingers hooked themselves onto one side of the material, sliding it down, completely revealing yourself to his clouded gaze, the scent and the wetness of your sex, immediately reaching southwards to his groin. 

He spared a gaze to your face, and you were already looking down at him, with a sweet yet shy smile, his heart taking tumbles at the sight. He knew you were nervous; and you had every right to be since this was your first time.

'Y/N, lay back and relax, while I make you feel good, alright?’ His deep voice excited you even more as you managed to nod your head, before he looked away from you. He placed kisses on the inside of your thighs, leading himself to your opening, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his lips came in contact with your heat, his index and middle finger separating your folds as his tongue glided over your exposed clit. 

He let slip a single finger into your small opening, your mouth letting out a breathy moan as your back arched in response to the rapid flicking of his tongue. With slow movements of his slender finger inside you, your hands came down to your sides, his hand instantly holding one of them, interwining his fingers with yours, as he let you squeeze them with all your strength. You felt a weird but pleasurable sensation build up somewhere below your stomach as Taehyung continued his torturous motions, your other hand gripping the sheets in response. He felt you get tighter around his finger, knowing you were close and helped you achieve your pleasure, your grip on his hand becoming a tad harder before your back completely collapsed onto the sheets. You let out labored breaths and he placed a kiss on your thigh before he came up to your face, his lips capturing yours in another lustful and passionate kiss.

His eyes snapped open when he felt your hand palming him boldly, surprising him in all ways, him having to pull away from the kiss to look down at you. Your eyes were half lidded, and your forehead slightly wet from the perspiration as you smiled up innocently at him while your hand continued to run over the bulge in his pants. 

'Tae…’ You spoke softly, and his eyes wavered at your voice as he almost lost himself in it, you appealing to him in a much stronger way then he could’ve imagined. 

'Yes, Y/N?’ He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers while he propped himself on his elbows.

'I want you to be my first.’ As the words rolled out of your tongue, he felt himself freeze, his eyes slowly widening as he watched you for any signs of change of mind.

'Are you…Are you sure, Y/N? I didn’t think you-’

'You have no idea how bad I want you right now, Taehyung.’ You breathed as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging them softly, his eyes closing in response for a brief moment.

'Maybe I do.’ He purred softly, his hand fishing inside the pocket of his jeans. You let out a chuckle as he brought out a condom, before helping him get rid of his jeans. 

'Always ready, aren’t you?’ You said before placing a long kiss on the nape of his neck.

'You never know.’ He smiled, pulling his boxers down, his erection springing free, and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sight.

'Don’t worry, Y/N. You can take much more than you think.’ He teased and you looked away for a moment, embarrassed. Chuckling, you watched him slide on the condom, before he looked at you.

'You sure you want this, Y/N?’ He asked you again, his eyes soft with concern.

'As long as it’s with you, Tae, I would always want this. Just…be gentle okay?’ Your voice got quieter and he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the innocence in your voice. 

'I will, Y/N. You trust me, don’t you?’ He asked, and you nodded before reaching up and kissing him, and he took the opportunity to let himself get inside you. As he moved in inch by inch, you flinched slightly at the pain, making you hold onto his shoulders much tighter. 

He kissed you harder to take your mind of the pain that he knew you were beginning to feel. He waited for it to subside, and when you nodded your head, he moved slowly, backing his hips a little before moving in. You felt the pain for a little longer, as your eyes sealed shut before the pleasurable feeling began to kick in. 

As he felt you relax, he began increasing his speed just by a tiny bit, this time bringing himself close to your entrance and thrusting in. You opened your eyes and watched him look down at you with lustful but love brimmed eyes as his teeth trapped his bottom lip in between them, making you feel even more squeamish.

'Faster’ You moaned out and he happily complied, your fingers interwining with his, as he pulled both your hands above your head, while he increased the speed of his thrusts. As the moonlight shone on his body, it defined his body structure as perfectly as you saw it to be, him looking nothing less than a devastatingly charming Greek God.

You moaned louder as you felt his tip brush against a spot which gave you a handful more of the pleasure he was already giving you, a now familiar feeling beginning to form in your stomach.

It seemed more like a knot, which grew tighter and tighter, before it exploded into crashing waves of pleasure inside you and around him, his kiss drowning all of your moans, as he devoured you. 

He felt his release come not long after; a deep, guttural growl produced from his throat, which alone would have driven you to your high if you hadn’t got there yet. 

Both of you breathed heavily as he leaned forward to kiss you again, before pulling out of you, and removing the condom, tying the end into a knot and throwing it into the waste bin that stood in the corner of the room.

He laid down beside you, an arm coming under your head and the other wrapping around your waist before pulling you closer to him, your head resting on his chest. He pulled the comforter over both your hot and sweaty bodies, the exotic feeling of just-had-sex lingering around under the sheets.

You cuddled closer to him, your mind recovering from the haze of the intense love making before you decided what to say.


'Hmm?’ He hummed, as his hand soothingly ran up and down your arm, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

'I love you.’

[Part 35 on Sunday]