A widowmaker sketchy painting i did………didnt turn out as good as i wanted it so i wont finish it properly. i dunno whom shes shooting at, just wanted her by the morning window. “original”, bra-less version is under the cut.
When you know Youngjae is B.A.P’s Icon of Betrayal™ because you’ve watched One Shot & Killing Camp but then you watch One Fine Day & Skydive and realize you gotta watch out for Jongup’s traitor ass too
NOTES: I might carry this on a lil bit if you guys like it enough, possible smut too. Also I’ll be writing male roles in the future so keep posted!
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You weren’t sure how it’d ended up like this, you and seven.
He was upset about something, that much was obvious. But when you’d asked him you sadly got the expected answer of “Nothing’s wrong, I’m working.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie, he was working, but he didn’t have to be. He chose to work because something happened, because earlier he had delivered a dramatic speech about how he was free from the shackles of labour. Then he switched to a more sullen mood and strode off to his room.
You followed, which you knew probably wasn’t the best idea, but you did it anyway. And now here you both were, laying on his massive bed in complete silence. The occasional sound of his finger pads hitting the screen at rapid pace.
The bed must of felt lonely when he was on his own, but you generally tried not to think of that too much. Knowing that Luciel wasn’t the happiest of souls angered you to no end, because he deserved it. He deserved it so fucking much. Images flashed through your mind, and with every detailed picture of a sad, lonely and work obsessed seven, you felt yourself moving closer to him, shortening the distance of the sheets between you.
- Luciel -
She was getting closer. I could feel the sheets being pulled tighter across, and the body heat around me slowly increasing.
Why is she so persistent. I mentally screamed, I knew she’d do this, she always does.
She always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She always makes me confident, happy and as proud of myself as I could get, she knows just how to make me smile just as much as she knows how to make me want to press her into the mattress and mark her in every way I know how.
And fuck, I hated it.
I hated that she had power over me, I hated that she was so lovely and beautiful and that she went above and beyond every single one of my unbearably high standards. I hated how much I couldn’t possibly hide all these stupid fucking feelings no matter how hard I tried, especially at times like this.
I felt her small, warm hand reach out to my own, and I flinched. Her fingers entertained with my own, but I kept my hand straight. She didn’t seem to mind, only pressed further into my side.
She was nuzzling into me now, it was slowly getting harder to breathe. Her other hand gently wrapped around my waist and I tensed, feeling every muscle contract with her light touch. She panted on my shoulder slightly and I ignored the goose bumps that formed.
“Seven, I just really want you to know that I’m here and I always will be.” She breathed. I held back the urge to roll my eyes, not this.
“Listen, we’ve been over this an-” I started, still not looking away from my phone.
“Yes, I know, I know how this conversation starts and ends. I know how this will keep on going in a circle until you finally accept that me and you is okay. That me and you together is a good thing. And I am willing to walk around in circles thousands of times to wait for that day.”
don’t say that. please, please don’t say things like this. We can’t do this, we can’t be together, we can’t , we can’t.
She sighed and started again.
“I know that you live in a binary world of ones and zeros, and I know that I’m a two who doesn’t fit with the algorithm. I understand.” She muttered, her voice dropping lower. She was upset.
Damn it saeyoung! Look what you’re doing to her. Why is it that I’m going to end up hurting her either way? Is there something I’ve missed, have I not done something right? I just-
“I know how hard it is for you to compute that there’s a different number in the system, and I know that you think this is best because you’re just going to hurt me. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care that you have to work a lot and you won’t have a lot of time for me. I don’t care that you might get angry or shout at me from time to time, because I’ll probably do the same. I don’t care that you have a terrible past because I just want to be a part of your future, so I can try and help to make it as good as I can for you. Because you deserve it, fuck. You deserve it more than anyone I know Luciel. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, whichever form you’re in. Whether it be 707, Seven, Luciel or even Saeyoung. I don’t fucking care, I want them all. I just want you.”
I was crying.
My phone screen was now just a blurry glow of light and my glasses were of no use. My temples were wet and I had increased my breathing.
I couldn’t think straight. All I could think was her. It was always her.
There was not one other person that could do this, not one other person I would rather have clutched to my side. It was just her who I wanted to wake up to, who I wanted to spoil and take on days out and visit cat shelters. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair whilst she was sat on my lap watching tv. I wanted to do everything we did already, but I wanted to make it more personal. I wanted to be her person, the one who could make her feel just like she was making me. She was making me feel loved.
“I don’t care that I’m a two seven, because to me all that matters is when I’m with you, I feel like a one.”
I felt my t-shirt wet with her own tears. I heard her little sniffles and puffs of breath, I felt her hair fanned out around us, I felt her heartbeat and I felt her love.
a Behavioral Sciences Major who’s writing a thesis on the urge to
steal ( Kleptomania ) and what drives thieves to do the things they
do.. You’re granted access to the Solitary cell of Captain
Boomerang…, who you’ve chosen (because he reminds you of a boy
you loved from your native Australia, which he happens to be!!!), and you’re left alone with
him.. He’s been locked away for a little over 3 months with no
female contact.. flirting and smut happen.
x Captain Boomerang
obsessed with Captain Boomerang now, dammit. So I’m writing porn
for him. I know 99.99 of my writings are about wrasslin but my thirst
level is so god damn high for Boomerang and I have all these
different HCS about sex with him swirling around in my brain.. Anyway, I know this scenario is highly unlikely, but… For smutty purposes, he pulled off prison sex.
Imagine being in a secret relationship with one of your father's knights and being torn when they tell you are going to marry another man.
“By the sweet breath of Aphrodite-” he breathed out hoarsely as his lips were kissing yours feverly “-how I’ve missed these lips, my princess.”
You smiled into the kiss as you fisted the fabric of his shirt and pressed him closer to your body, cursing at the dress you were wearing and kept you away from him. You bit down on his lip and you heard him let out a small groan but in the end he chuckled when he heard you giggle.
“Have there been no other lips to ravish yours, my warrior?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, as you pulled a few inches away.
“Not the way yours do, your majesty.” he said breathlessly as he kissed the exposed part of your neck.
“What?” you exclaimed, pushing his away roughly. There were times you didn’t know whether he was being serious or not.
He looked at you for a moment before he burst into laughter, especially at your shocked expression “Oh sweet lord, you’re so cute when you’re angry.”
“Hephaestion.” you grumbled, pulling away; more angry with yourself at how you had believed him even for a moment than him laughing at your expression.
“My love” he breathed out, getting serious but still having a smile on his face as he took hold of your hands “It is you that my heart longs for, day and night. It is your lips, it is your eyes and it is your warm embrace that I can only dream of. Do not be mad at me, not for something that shall never happen.”
“I know it won’t- I just-” you mumbled, looking down but he squeezed your hands.
“My princess- Your father and I have traveled the seven seas, I have almost died and come back and yet I never found myself thinking about anything or anyone else but you. You know- and I swear to you, by the power of gods, I would give my life for you. I would rather die rather than let anything else occupy my mind.”
“And you have no fear of death?” you frowned, not even wanting to think of what could happen to him if your father found out. Yes, he was his most-trusted knight and had earned his place as the general to his army but that didn’t mean that if your father found out about the two of you he wouldn’t do a thing. If anything, you dreaded to think of what could happen if your father found out his innocent and little (to him at least) daughter was not, well, as innocent as he thought.
“I rather fear a lifetime without you, my princess.” he nuzzled his cheek into your palm and you bit your lip, keeping the tears in “If it is meant to be I shall fight for our love. And if it isn’t, well, I will go down for this love with pride and dignity.”
“Shut up” you almost choked on a sob, shaking your head “I am not letting you die before me.” you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment “If someone is to die first then it will be me, and I will wait for you on the other side until you come- much much later.”
“(Y/n) you know I would never allow-”
“But you will. If it comes one day- you will have to.” you pursed your lips, trying to give him a small smile “You-” you choked on a laugh “You can be my Alexander and I will be your Hephaestion.”
If only you had known then that death didn’t necessarily mean your separating. You had expected this to come differently, maybe him in a battle or your father finding out about everything. Not like this… never like this.
“Pleasure to meet you… princess.” his green eyes were focused on you as he held your hand and kissed the top of your palm. They held such an intensity that if the circumstances were any different you would have found yourself attracted to the man grately. But your heart belonged to another and as that you couldn’t care about how handsome the man in front of you was because there was only one thing that defined him.
He was your future husband and the one that would forever keep you away from Hephaestion.
Couldn’t resist. It’s just been there for more than two effin weeks so there we go. I am between this and the other story where they are both knights. I don’t which one I should turn into a series… Lil help?
“Are you gay?” You blurted out to your best friend Carl. You had gotten just outside the walls of Alexandria so you could have some privacy but still be safe. You didn’t really need privacy though, you were both just reading, until you opened your mouth.
“No, why would you think that?” He blushed, trying hs best to focus on the comic he had in his hands.
“You always eye up Ron whenever he’s around and when Enid tries to flirt with you, you completely patch her. I’m not judging you if thats what you’re worried about, I’m just wondering"
“I eye Ron up because i don’t trust him. I ignore Enid’s flirting because its awkward. I’m not gay, and I wouldn’t want you of all people to think that i was.” He realised what he had said too late and quickly turned his head back to his comic
“Why me of all people?” You smirked, hopping he would reply with what you were expecting. You liked Carl, that much was true, and for all many people told you he liked you, you couldn’t truly be sure.
Carl simply sighed and, in a desperate attempt to avoid the question, turned back to intently reading his comic.
“Well?” You poked his arm with your shoulder. No answer. “Fine then, don’t tell me,” you sighed and turned back to the book Carl had found for you. However, before you could read the first sentence, Carl had taken the book from you and closed it, bookmark still in place. You didn’t have time to question what he was doing before his lips were firmly attached to yours.
You wished you could stay in that single moment forever. Freeze the second that Carl kissed you and live in it for the rest of your life. However, reality called as he pulled away.