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Luke Castellan x fem!reader

warning: smut, sub!luke if you squint, not very good writing, not proofread😭

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i was bored and i want to post it so 🤷‍♀️ kinda slow build up towards the actual smut part. i had no idea how to transition from a non sexual setting so, mac n' cheese.

i apologize if my writing is poor, the only thing i’ve wrote besides this was a Draco malfoy fanfic back in 2020 which was so much worse. and i’ve never posted anything on tumblr.

Summer air fills my lungs, camp was being more calm as usual. The campfire glowed dimly beneath the daylight. Luke sat next to me, eating through his lunch. His left hand placed delicately on my right thigh. I glanced up at him, his dark curls practically poking through his eyes.

“you should let me cut it.” I laughed, raising my right hand to push his hair away from his face.

 I took a strand and pulled, measuring how far his hair went. It sat right below his eye. He looked up at me. He smiled despite his mouth being full of mac n’ cheese. His scar scrunching up as he tried to hold his laugh. He quickly tried to swallow his food so he could reply.

“fuck, no” he pulled his head away from my grasp on his hair, laughing.

“why?” I asked firmly. My hand reached back up to mess up his hair.

He grasped on my wrist, both of them. He pushed them away from him. We stopped abruptly, staring at each others eyes. His drifted briefly to my lips. Our breaths were heavy. His grip still tight against my wrist, I was sure he could feel my pulse. He let go, chugging the glass of water before standing up and dragging me to his cabin.

It was empty. It was just us.

My back gently hit the wall by his bed. His hands falling down from my neck down to my waist. Our lips crashed, my hands reached back into his hair. The sounds of people screaming from afar was drowned out by our own breaths. I hummed, pulling away. My fingers traced his scar, I felt him twitch from the touch. He rested his forehead on mine. I pushed against him, guiding him to sit down on the bed. He followed my lead, looking up to me from his position. I stood in front of him, my hand stayed on his cheek, his hand still on my waist.

I slowly climbed on him. Carefully setting each knee beside him. Our eyes still locked. Our breaths still thick around us. I settled above him, refusing to sit on his lap. He had his head tilted back to look at me. My hand supporting the back of neck. Our lips met again, I pulled his head further up. I deepened the kiss, causing him to fall back to the bed. He laid down, watching me sit above him, his eyes never left me. I reached the hem of my shirt, slowly raising it to reveal my skin. That was when his eyes left mine for the first time. He watched me slowly remove the bright orange shirt. His breath hitched as I revealed my tits. His eyes were hungry. Hungry for me. I stepped off the bed, letting him reposition himself on the bed. I unbuttoned my shorts, watching his eyes try to decide where to look. The way I slid my shorts off forced a moan out of Luke. His eyes staring back to mine. He took his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands quickly took off his shirt, then his pants. He was naked before I made my way back on the bed. I still had my bra and panties on. I was on my knees above him. His hand reached behind, fiddling with my bra clasp. I smiled, letting him know he could take it off. He quickly did, with one hand, while the other rested on my waist. I let my bra fall down my body. His eyes falter, falling to my bare tits. my hands trace along the hem of my panties, the stop on each side of my waist. I pull them down slowly, purposely teasing Luke. He took a deep breath as I reveal my pussy. His cock twitched against his abs. I got back up, completely removing my panties.

I finally settled down on his thighs. The base of his cock sat inches from my core. I moved closer to his face, he moved forward, expecting me to kiss him. I held his head in place, roughly cupping his chin, causing his lips to part.

“open.” I commanded.

His mouth opened wider. I inched closer, and closer. I let our lips almost touch, before I shoved my tongue in his mouth. This kiss was different. We were desperate. I sat up, my left hand going down and guiding his cock into me. We moaned into each others mouths. We felt dirty. I lifted my hips, before slamming back down. His hands now gripping my ass. His grasp limiting my movements. He slowly pushed my body toward him, making me grind on his dick. Our mouths still latched on each other. He kept his place on my ass, helping me move. Our moans filling the empty cabin. I pulled away from him. My head lowered to his neck, biting down on his adams apple. His head fell back, allowing me more access. I chuckled at him, my lips kissed the skin. Occasionally biting down, hard enough to leave marks. Every time my teeth sank down, a whimper make its way out his throat.

“fuck…” he whispered, his nails digging into my skin. My hips maintained a rhythm against his cock. His hands leave my ass, moving up to my back. Then he was hugging me. His head falling, he rested his head on my collarbone.

“Luke.” His name left my mouth like a plea. He lifted his head, looking back to my eyes. We kissed again, this time it was softer. It felt reassuring. My arms sat around his neck. Our movements became sloppier, the rhythm lost within the pleasure. I felt his cock twitch inside me. A familiar feeling bloomed in my stomach. Our faces rest against each other as we caught our highs. His cum spilling inside me.

We let our breaths slow, embracing each other. My forehead touching his. I kissed his face, every part I could reach without moving too much. He softly gripped my hips. I understood what he meant. I got off from my place on his lap, his cock slipping out of me. He carefully laid down, leaving space for me in his arms.

“I’m pretty sure we have archery right now.” He groaned at my reminder. His arm went to cover his flushed face. I laughed at his behavior. I dressed myself, watching Luke complain and try to get me into his arms.

“we have to go Luke!” I threw his shirt to his face, then his pants, which he did nothing about, laying still. I removed the clothes from his face, and threw his boxers instead, which triggered him to get up. He hugged my body and threw me back into bed. He caged me. I couldn’t move one bit.

“I’m letting you have 5 minutes.” I grumbled, burying my face into his bicep.

He only hummed in response.

remember who the enemy is:

BRO H O W

i think i'm in love with you

ꕥ luke castellan x afab!reader

warnings: descriptions of wounds + blood, allusions to sex but no actual smut, shitty writing (i havent wrote a fanfic in multiple years), not proofread cuz im way too lazy, (y/n) isn't used at all in this idk i almost like reading fanfic better without it

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to strange noises. you find luke outside, with a deep wound in his side. you take him to the lake to take care of him. unfortunately for you, luke's in a teasing mood.

word count: 2.7k

You awoke suddenly to strange noises. Soft groans fell through the walls of your cabin. At first, you assumed it to be something you should be careful not to walk in on. But, as your head cleared up more as you fully woke up, it sounded more like someone who was in pain. 

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you slowly pulled the covers off of your body and stepped into a pair of soft slippers. You carefully weaved through the various beds in the dark towards the door. The groans continued, rendering you more concerned and nervous. You quietly eased the door open, wincing at every squeak it made. You peeked your head outside, searching for the source of the noise.

Through squinted eyes, your attention eventually landed on a certain Hermes boy laid down in the grass. Luke. You quickly shut the door, completely forgetting about keeping quiet, and tip-toe ran across the grass towards the boy. You and Luke had been friends for quite a while. You arrived at camp a month or so after him, and he was the most welcoming one there. While you remained unclaimed in the Hermes cabin for a few months, it didn’t really hurt as much while you were with Luke. He was the perfect distraction and a great friend, although you had begun to wish for something more.

“Luke!” You whisper yelled, causing him to practically jump a foot off the ground. Looking towards the startling voice, he realized it was you. He quickly sat up, his hand placed on his chest as he tried his best to calm his suddenly erratic breathing.

“Oh, thank gods, it’s just you,” he laughed breathlessly, suddenly wincing and placing his hand on his side. His flushed face turned down toward his wound before he threw his head back again, hissing in pain.

“What happened?!” You exclaimed in a panic, running to close the last piece of distance between you both. You quickly fell to your knees next to him, trying to get a good look at whatever was hidden underneath his hand. He attempted to laugh it off but immediately winced and groaned. His hand remained on his side, hiding whatever had happened. “Luke I’ve gotta see..” you tried.

“I’m fine,” he responded, dismissively. He gave you a tightlipped smile in an attempt to reassure you. It did quite the opposite. You reached your hand to pull his away from his side.

“You’re not fine Luke-” His free hand grasped your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving yours any closer to his wound. You stayed silent and unstill, unsure of the situation. In your moment of stillness, your eyes raked over his hand wrapped tightly around yours. The veins in his hand and forearm looked so perfect, especially under the soft moonlight. You wondered what his hand would look like wrapped around your-

“Hey!” Luke snapped his fingers in front of your face, trying to regain your attention.

“Huh?” You responded, clueless and still in a daze, your eyes stuck on his hand around yours. You could have sworn you saw a sly smirk adorn his face from the corner of your eye but you brushed it off. You were tired, you were probably just seeing things. You snapped out of your trance, looking back at his face, confused about everything. “Luke, you’ve gotta let me help you-”

“Princess, I-”

“I have no idea what you did or what happened to you, but I’m worried and you’re being so confusing right now..” You trailed off, avoiding his eyes for a moment. Princess. You hated (loved) when he used that nickname for you. It gave you hope that he could ever feel the same way about you. You heard Luke sigh.

“Okay, I just got in a bit of a fight with an Ares kid.. he pulled a knife on me, got me in the side.. I was clumsy, made a mistake,” he removed his hand from your wrist, prompting you to reconnect your eye contact. “I’m fine and I’ll be more careful next time.” He smiled, trying to dismiss your worries yet again.

“Can you show me?” You asked tentatively. He looked at you and nodded. You noticed that same smirk from earlier, only softer and more hidden. Maybe you hadn’t been imagining things. You watched his hand reach down to the hem of his shirt. Oh shit. You had not thought about that. You internally facepalmed. You were so fucked. His fingers wrapped around the bottom seam of his shirt as he pulled it up about halfway. Your eyes immediately darted to his wound. A seemingly deep gash ran from about the bottom of his ribs to the top of his pelvis. Blood trickled along his already blood covered skin. Oh it looked bad. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit. 

As you examined the bloody gash, your eyes had other ideas. Your gaze slowly moved on to take in his toned abdomen. He had nice abs, prominent, but not so much like those crazy American bodybuilders. They gave you the creeps. His were just the perfect shape, size, and.. everything about him was perfect. While his side was doused in his own blood, the rest of his abdomen was covered in scattered beads of sweat. He looked good. Like really good. Luke’s sharp intake of breath broke you out of your trance. You quickly cleared your throat, hoping he hadn’t noticed you had been examining the rest of his body instead of his injury. 

“I’d ask if you like what you see but.. I’m in a bit of a predicament currently.” Luke chuckled, referring to the bloody gash. Your face flushed red. Shit, he noticed. You fumbled over your words, trying to form a coherent sentence. He watched you, amused, but still very evidently in pain. You abruptly stood up, offering Luke your hand.

“You got a kit or something I can use?” You asked as you carefully pulled him to his feet. His arm landed to rest over your shoulders. You felt the breath leave your body. He was so close. His body heat radiated heavily onto your already heated body. You hoped he couldn’t feel how hot you are, or how loud and hard your heart was beating. His quiet groan brought you back to your senses.

“Yeah I’ve got a kit hidden in the trees near the beach.” He finally answered. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Why.. there?” You asked, genuinely confused. Luke looked down at you as if you should have already known.

“For times like these.” He replied, as if it were obvious. You just shrugged and let him slowly lead you to the beach. The trek through the grass proved a lot more difficult than you had expected. Random bumps and holes in the dirt caused you both to almost fall multiple times.

“Here,” Luke spoke and pointed a few feet in front of you. You nodded and slowly lowered him to the ground, leaning him against the tree. Your hands rummaged and dug through the dirt in search of Luke’s medical kit. Your fingernail eventually scratched along a hard, plastic surface. You dug your hands further into the dirt to pull the case out of the ground.

“I got it!” You sighed in relief. Your hands were becoming increasingly tired from all of the digging. You sat next to Luke, opening the latches of the small box. He smiled at you, watching your every move, completely mesmerized by you. You grabbed the small bottle of rubbing alcohol and popped it open. You opened your mouth to speak, looking up at Luke, only to find him already looking back at you. You quickly looked away, your face flushing a deep crimson. You took a deep breath before allowing yourself to actually speak.

“I’m gonna need you to hold your shirt up above the cut, if you’re comfortable.” You looked back up at Luke, nervously waiting for his response. You shouldn’t have been that nervous, you were just tending to his wound, nothing else. But still, the idea of asking him to lift up his shirt and reveal his really nice abdomen embarrassed you a lot.

“Yeah of course.” He replied in a suddenly husky, low voice. It caught you off guard, causing even more heat to rush to your cheeks.. and to the spot between your legs. He grasped the hem of his orange shirt and pulled it up, revealing the wound again.

“Okay.. this is gonna hurt, but I’ve gotta clean it out somehow.” You warned, slowly starting to pour the rubbing alcohol over the cut. Luke nodded in acknowledgement, hissing immediately as the strong liquid hit his skin. You hadn’t really treated all too many wounds in your lifetime, let alone a cut as deep and bloody as this one. You hoped you were doing it right and you weren’t making it worse. Luke’s harsh groans and hisses weren’t aiding your stressed mind. Throughout the few minutes you spent drenching his side in rubbing alcohol, you noticed him drop his shirt a few times, muttering apologies, saying his hands were having trouble keeping it up. You brushed it off each and every time it happened. 

Once you finally deemed it enough rubbing alcohol, you moved away from his abdomen, grabbing the cap of the bottle. Your shaky hands tried closing the bottle but to no avail. You were stressed and embarrassed, and your entire body was shaking way too much. Luke’s warm hands grasped yours.

“Hey,” He whispered, grabbing your attention. You looked up at him. “I’ve got it.” He smiled at you, and carefully took the bottle from your palms to close it himself. You whispered your thanks under your breath, so quiet, you almost couldn’t hear it yourself. You reached back into the medical kit to pull out a cloth and an antiseptic wipe. You placed your hand on Luke’s cheek. Red slowly started to creep up his neck and into his cheeks, unbeknownst to you.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna wet the cloth.” You told him, smiling and standing up. 

“You’re too good to me.” Luke said, in that low voice, again. You turned quickly to hide your blush, making your way to the shore, as quick as you could. You dipped the cloth in the cold water and rung it out. You jogged back to Luke at the tree, dropping back onto your knees next to him. You lightly dabbed the cloth around his cut, trying to pick up and clean up the blood all over him. You did your best to avoid pressing into the actual cut, but failed a few times. Luke tried his best to keep his cool, but you could see how much he was hurting. You felt awful. 

Occasionally, Luke would let the hem of his shirt slip out of his hands, obscuring your cleaning abilities. He would apologize profusely, telling you he had no idea why it kept happening. When you would shrug and go back to cleaning the blood, a smug smile would pull at his lips. You were so clueless.

You continued to clean the excess blood off of Luke’s body. His shirt would drop every couple minutes. He would apologize, and you would get back to work. This went on for a little over ten minutes.

You placed the cloth at your side, actually proud of what you had got done so far. You had managed to clean up the majority of the blood from his cut, and it was looking a lot better now. All that was left for now was to wrap it up and then send him for Ambrosia to finish the healing process. 

As you grabbed the roll of bandage from the box, you watched Luke drop his shirt yet again. He sighed dramatically and threw his hands up in defeat.

“I just can’t keep my shirt up. Guess I’m just gonna have to take the whole thing off.” He sighed and grabbed the hem, pulling it up and over his head. You were practically drooling as you watched. The way his muscles flexed when he ripped his shirt off.. it was so.. hot. You could now see his entire toned abdomen, and his chest. Your face was surely beet red at this point. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

You had no idea in your trance, but Luke was watching the way you looked at him, a smug smile adorning his perfect face. He loved the way you reacted to his body. He thought you were the cutest thing. It was fun to see you all flustered like this. Eventually, by some miracle you were able to pull your eyes away from Luke’s body to focus on bandaging him up. You hastily unraveled the thin cloth, trying to ignore the burning feeling of Luke’s eyes on you, watching your every move. 

You leaned over his body, trying to reach to start the wrapping. It turned out to be really difficult, as you could barely reach. You sat back and sat there for a moment, trying to clear your head and figure out your next plan of action.

“I’m not sure how I’m gonna..” You admitted quietly, embarrassed. Luke looked up at you with a very clear and obvious smirk on his face. This worried you. You had no idea what he was planning, and you did not want to make a fool of yourself. 

To your immense surprise, Luke’s hands grabbed onto your hips and lifted you off the ground, making you squeal. He sat you down on his lap, in a straddle position. You were so close. Too close. The embarrassingly warm area between your legs sat right over his. You prayed and prayed he couldn’t feel it. You would never live it down.

“That’ll do it.” Luke smiled and pat your thigh encouragingly, causing you to let out a sharp squeak. You gulped and tried to focus on the bandage again. Your shaky hands brought the edge of the bandage to his back as you wrapped it around his torso, multiple times over. You wrapped it tight, but not too tight as to suffocate Luke.

Although, at that point it wouldn’t have mattered. Luke was completely focused on making you a flustered mess. The intense pain he was in was in the very back of his mind. He could barely feel it at this point. He was having way too much fun with you.

After the most painfully long two minutes of your life, you had finally finished wrapping Luke up. You let out a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling a weight drop off of your shoulders. You had never felt so stressed and embarrassed in your life. You hoped your work would hold up well and you had done it right.

Luke’s arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you in even closer. His nose brushed against yours as he looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Thanks for your help,” he whispered in his gravelly voice. He leaned in even closer. “Means a lot.” He mumbled, almost against your lips. Your heart rate was through the roof. He was so close. So close you could kiss him. You could feel his breath mingling with yours. The warmth between your legs only continued to grow now. Luke chuckled lowly, watching the thoughts flow through your mind.

Luke moved his lips ever closer to yours. Dropping to a deep whisper, he spoke again. “I think.. I’m in love with you..” His lips moved slowly to capture yours. Your eyes widened, before you closed them, easing into his kiss. 

Your lips moved in perfect unison, as if made for eachother. Your hands moved to grip his dark curls. You softly pulled, feeling him moan into your mouth. Luke pulled away, moving his lips to your neck. Nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He was sure to leave many marks on your delicate skin.

“I-” You were cut off by your own moans as Luke’s hands moved to rest on your breasts while his kisses along your neck became harsher. He slowly pulled away from your neck, keeping his hands on your chest.

“What were you gonna say, baby?”

“I.. love you as well.” You replied, breathless. Luke smirked, crashing his lips into yours again.

i need all of them in a concerning way

i think we need to launch an investigation into slutty men and their slutty white shirts

i swear to god i’d risk it all for that irish woodworker on tiktok.

bark

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

i wanna call joon "honey" too

Make an Effort

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: When you ask Joon to be your fake boyfriend, he ends up finding out about your very real crush on him. Luckily for you, the feeling’s mutual.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, lil suggestive, not proofread(when are they ever tho?)

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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Requests are open

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You and Namjoon had the kind of friendship where you’d known each other long enough that you could ask each other to do pretty much anything and you would more than likely agree. Shoulder to cry on? You’re there. Hide a body? You’ll at least consider it.

And yet, it still managed to catch Joon off guard when you came bolting over to him in the middle of the party you were both attending and latched onto his arm.

“I need you to be my boyfriend for ten minutes.” You said frantically.

“What?!” He spluttered, nearly choking on his drink.

“One of my old roomates from university is here with her husband and I fucked up and told them I had a boyfriend and now they want to meet him!” You explained quickly.

“Why would you tell them that?!” He gaped at you.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot who should not be allowed to speak after drinking tequila, now will you please help me?!” You begged.

He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding. “Fine, ten minutes.”

“Thank youuu!!” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling him along behind you through the crowd, oblivious to the sudden flush of crimson that was coloring Joons face due to your actions. He managed to compose himself though before you reached the table where your friend was sitting with a few other people.

“Guys, you remember Namjoon, right?” You said lightly, still holding onto his hand tightly.

There was a brief flurry of greetings as Joon smiled and nodded politely, slightly relieved that he did in fact remember your friend from the early days of your friendship.

You all talked comfortably for a few minutes, Joon finding it slightly too easy to slip into the role of pretend boyfriend, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would be how it felt if he actually had the nerve to confess and tell you how he felt about you.

Too soon though, the moment came to an end as you released your hold on him to go get you both more drinks.

“So, how long have you and Y/n been together?” Your friend asked, trying to make small talk.

“Not long. It’s uh, still pretty new.” He said somewhat awkwardly, glancing towards where you’d disappeared.

“You make a really cute couple.” She said. “It’s nice to see that you two got together, especially considering how Y/n used to have the biggest crush on you back in university.”

“What?” His full attention flicked back to her, suddenly very interested in this conversation. You liked him?! This was brand new information to him.

“They didn’t tell you?” She asked, surprised. “I figured that’s how you got together.”

“No, I mean I knew,” He lied quickly. “I just didn’t realize it was common knowledge.”

“Oh, it wasn’t.” She laughed, understanding. “They never actually told me, but it was pretty obvious, you know? Like, I remember when you started dating some one girl during our senior year, they wouldn’t leave the house for like a week.”

He remembered you avoiding him for a week, but you’d told him it was because you had the flu and didn’t want him to catch it.

Was that the real reason? And if so, why hadn’t you said anything?

He knew the likely answer though before he’d even finished the thought, because it was the same reason why he’d never said anything about his own feelings; you hadn’t wanted to fuck up your friendship in the event that the other person didn’t feel the same way.

The fear of potentially losing one of the most important people in his life had been more than enough to keep him from vocalizing his feelings for this long, he could imagine how it must’ve felt for you.

But now that he knew you did feel the same(or at least used to, but he was hoping it was still true), the question was how to proceed with this information.

He supposed he could just ask you point blank, but knowing you, you would likely bristle and deny it in an attempt to avoid the potential embarrassment or rejection. Something more subtle would be the better route.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by you returning with the drinks.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You asked, noticing his odd expression.

“Just hearing funny stories about you.” He said lightly, a plan beginning to form in his head as he spoke.

“Nothing too compromising, I hope.” You said, only half joking.

“Nah, just interesting.” He said, changing the subject. “Hey, You wanna grab breakfast together tomorrow?”

You looked up in surprise. “I guess. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just thought it’d be fun.” He replied with a shrug.

“Okay, sure.” You nodded.

“Cool, It’s a date.” He said, biting back a grin as he caught the way your eyes flickered to him at his choice in phrasing, but said nothing.

He managed to surprise you again the next morning when you opened the front door to find him waiting with a bouquet of pink carnations.

“Morning.” He said brightly.

“What are those?” You asked, ignoring his greeting, distracted by the flowers.

“They’re for you.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“Why?” You asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

“I saw them on the way over and remembered you saying that they were one of your favorites, so I thought you’d like some.” He said, offering you the bouquet.

Hesitantly, you took them, still eyeing him curiously. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled. “Now, breakfast?”

The rest of the morning passed fairly normally, though it didn’t pass your notice that Namjoon seemed to be extra attentive towards you, opening doors and pulling your chair out for you. He also refused to let you pay, even though it was technically your turn.

“I’m the one that asked you out, I should be the one to pay.” He said, quickly swiping his card.

“Don’t say it like that,” You said with an awkward laugh. “It makes it sound like we’re on a date.”

“I mean, I was your fake boyfriend last night.” He said with a smirk, making you flush slightly.

You didn’t say anything more about his behavior until later as he was walking you to your door.

“Did something happen?” You asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You’re being like, really nice today.” You said, making him laugh.

“Am I not allowed to be nice to you?” He asked.

“No, you are,” You said. “I was just wondering what the reason was.”

“I just felt like it, is that okay?”

“I guess so.” You shrugged. “I’m just not used to having someone put this much effort into a ‘date’.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to change that.” He grinned, trying to quell the thrill in his chest at your referring to the outing as a date.

For the next week, his odd behavior continued, taking you on outings to the park or to dinner, buying you little gifts, texting you good morning every day, he’d even got you both little lego models to build together while you hung out at his place.

“Babe, can you pass me that piece?” He asked distractedly, the simple petname being the thing that finally made you snap, freezing for a moment as you stared at him.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked abruptly.

He glanced up in confusion. “Doing what?”

THIS!” You gestured. “The dates, the gifts, the ‘babe’? Why are you acting like there’s something between us all of a sudden? Why are you trying to get my hopes up when I know nothing will-”

Your words were silenced by his lips suddenly on yours, soft but insistent, as his hands came up to gently cradle your face. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away, cautiously meeting your wide-eyed stare.

“Because I want there to be something between us.” He confessed. “I want you to get your hopes up. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone make an effort to show their love for you, because I do. I love you, Y/n.”

For several long seconds, you stared at him in shock, before suddenly tackling him, knocking him back against the sofa as you reconnected your lips with his.

“I love you too.” You managed to mumble in between kisses, earning a muffled chuckle from him as he returned your enthusiasm, hands fumbling to find purchase to pull you even closer, winding one arm around your waist while the other hand came up to rest on the back of your neck.

Eventually, you had to pull back for air, staring at each other with hooded eyes.

“So, does this mean I get to be your real boyfriend this time?” He joked, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

You let out a shaky laugh, already leaning back in. “Honey, you can be whatever you want.”

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"i wanna show you off"

🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་. “kissin’ and hope they caught us, whether they like or not” - Kinktober Day 3

paring: art director!namjoon x museum curator!fem!reader

genre: smut, very very slight fluff

tags/warnings: exhibitionism, oral sex (m. receiving), hard!dom joon, subby!bratty reader, brat tamer!joon, breeding, enemies to lovers beat, unprotected sex, degradation, slight praise? asshole!joon, rough sex, hate fucking, hair pulling, marking, public fucking, humiliation, fingering, panty stuffing, spitting, both of you are mean, you’re too pretty joon hates that shit, use of the word bitch, terribly insanely big dick namjoon, the creamiest of pies 💗 this is just disgusting.

synopsis: everyone around the museum knows their two bosses despise each other. while you and namjoon see eye to eye on practically nothing, you both know one thing: you absolutely can’t stand him unless he’s drilling himself into you.

word count: 2.1k (i was too invested sorry)

a conflict between you and your boss had broken out just about anywhere. whether it was in front of newest monthly exhibit or at the coffee cart that resided in the food court. you couldn’t even stand near him for too long without getting irritated. everyone likes to call it a facade. behind the heated arguments, nasty jabs at each other, and the stubborn nature, it was also no secret to the rest of the staff that their bosses were fucking. everyone knew the art curator was getting stretched out by the art director.

it was something the other female interns and employees only dreamed of. whereas all it took was namjoon despising you for him to grab you by a fistful of your hair and drag you onto your knees. if anything namjoon always chose spots that would purposely get you caught. while you held your head high and mighty around the museum, calling the shots and managing his employees, he liked to remind them who was really running the show. this is how you always found yourself with a face full of kim namjoon’s dick.

your nose was poking his pelvis as his heavy cock bottomed out inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat violently while tears were streaming down your pretty little face. “i like you better like this, full of dick so i can’t hear that nagging ass mouth.” he grunted, keeping his hands locked behind your head, forcing you to bob on his girthy length, your spit and drool trickling down a few inches away from the sculpture the two of you were hiding behind. “you only shut up when you got something to slobber on right?” no response. “answer me.”

he grabbed you by your hair and jerked your head back, watching your gasp for air. your usual put together business attire look was disheveled and fucked out, a way in which only namjoon ever saw you. “fuck you.” was all you had to say. his tongue poked at his cheek and nodded his head. he peaked over the head of the exquisite statue you were behind, hoping to see someone coming so they’d see you sloppy and dumb you looked.

you were being pushed back down on him, dick once again hitting your tight, sore throat ruthlessly. “fuckin’ slut, you love swallowing this dick up, that’s why you can’t keep that mouth shut.” his eyes fixated on the way you followed his movements, gulping down his length while he fucked your mouth. he didn’t understand you. you hated him so much but always ate his dick like it would be your last meal.

a few more thrusts into that wet, cozy mouth until he was pulling out, a string of saliva following from your mouth to the tip of his throbbing cock head. he held your head back and you already knew to stick that tongue out and wait for his release. you were needy though, conditioned and seasoned for him. it was something he forced into your head a long time ago. so when he took himself in his hand, pumping and slapping his dick across your face, it was no surprise that you were still trying to take him in your mouth.

“funny how you don’t put this much effort into your work. must only be good for taking me right baby?”he grinned cockily. he pumped himself in his hand until he was finishing on your face, hot seed coating your fucked out face and giving you a pretty facial. “bet you’ll finish that exhibit when i tell you to than mouthing off next time.”

still swollen and throbbing, he took the tip of his cock and smeared his sticky seed across your cheeks and lips, hardening back up when he saw you licking him off of your lips. your makeup was ruined, mascara and blush mixing with his cum, yet you still managed to look better than any art piece here. that’s what he hated about you the most, you were so fucking gorgeous. especially with your lips around his cock.

“i’ll finish it when i want. what are you gonna do? fire the only cocksleeve you have?”

then he was reminded once again why he hated you.

if your mouth wasn’t full, then your pussy was, up against his desk inside of the transparent glass box that he had for an office.

when you didn’t show up for a meeting the next day, namjoon made sure to shoot you a text, telling you to bring an extra pair of clothes. he was an asshole yes, but the man wasn’t downright evil. you wouldn’t know why he sent the text until you were in his office, panties dragged down your thighs and your body sprawled out over his desk. you had been fucked here plenty of times, at night that was, when it was dark and the museum was silent. never in the middle of the day where everything could be seen through the glass windows that had his name and titled engraved on them in gold. everything including the two long fingers that he was forcing inside of your tight folds. this side of the hallway wasn’t busy, however anyone passing by could hear your prominent squeals and the squelching sound of your sweet pussy, that was if they weren’t looking straight through the glass to see namjoon hitting your cervix with his digits.

“next time show up, then i wouldn’t have to show everyone how much a useless whore you are.” you clenched around his fingers, clawing at the expensive wood of his desk as your slick was dripping down his fingers and into his palm. “oh you like that huh? everyone seeing how much of a needy bitch you are? wanted my attention so badly to where you skipped a meeting.” he smirked, deep dimples popping out.

“joonie, im sorry–” you cried, hands reaching behind you to grab at him. “i– mmffph, fuck–” you mewled as he pushed them deeper, curling them so they repeatedly hit that sweet mushy spot of your cervix. since he didn’t let you grab into him you were now clawing at the wood of his desk. it was sure to leave a mark. “i’m sorry, next time–” your breathing picked up as you were met with him pushing your back down with his hand to deepen your arch. “next time i’ll be there, i promise it’s my job too and i promise.” you drunkenly babbled. you were so close to spilling over his fingers when he had abruptly pulled his fingers back, you whined and groaned as he came to the front of the desk, seeing your cute little pouty face shoved down on his desk.

namjoon chuckled, voice registering low “riiiight, as if i’ll believe a bitch who just wants to cum. you’re fucking useless.” his fingers took a firm grip on your cheeks, squishing them together as he took the fingers that were just in your hole, smearing your juices all over your lips and shoving his fingers into your warm mouth and making you suck them clean. “say it baby, tell me you’re useless.”

“oh and you think you aren’t? only thing you’re good for is making me cum.” you spat back at him. “fuck me or i’m leaving and you won’t taste this pussy again.” he wasn’t buying any of that shit. your pussy was his, only for him, and well everyone who peered through that glass saw it clearly. too late to give it up now. he knew you weren’t stupid though, if you knew what’s best for you then you’d keep giving up pussy when he wanted it. just like the sweet cocksleeve you were.

often times when you were working late after the museum was closed, he fucked you up against elegant pieces, right under the security cameras, giving them a little show of his pretty fleshlight.

namjoon lifted you up, all of his strength carrying you with ease. your back slammed into the painting on the wall and both of you wondered how it was still in tact. you were too deep into your kiss to care anyways, sucking each others faces off while your hands ripped and pulled off your clothing. he ripped your blouse open and took his kisses lower, marking up your neck and chest so you’d have something to show off the next day.

“fucking hate you–” he grunted, sucking and biting marks into your skin. his hips were grinding into yours, your mouth falling open and moans escaping when you felt his rock hard bulge prodding at your pussy. “can’t stand you and that pretty ass face, this perfect fucking body– i fucking hate you.”

“fuck me then, wanna see how much you hate me.” you said, breath short from how he was working you right now.

he did just that, pulling his belt loose and shoving his pants down. his dick sprung up from his briefs, finally sighing in relief that the restraint was gone. your pussy was already oozing when he was aligning his tip with your entrance. he dragged his cockhead from your puffy clit to your hole, gathering your wetness on his dick. he didn’t give you a warning after teasing. he slammed his hips up into you, the entirety of his dick filling you up easily, at this angle you could feel him in your organs. “oh my fuck– joon!” you screamed out while violently clenching your folds around his girth. your eyes rolled back when he started moving, picking up his speed while stretching you out more. “right there– fuck right there right there!” you cried out, chanting over and over. you threw your arms around his neck, bringing him in for another wet kiss.

“right there baby?” he rutted into you harshly again, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl inside of your dangling heels. “hm? or right there?” he grasped your hips and slammed your body down on him this time. you could feel his veins dragging against your tight walls, it all consumed you at once, both your overwhelming hate for this man and his heavy dick. “what’s the matter love? too much for you? too big isn’t it, never had no dick like this huh?”

“no– n-never!”

“ah,” he chuckled. “that’s why you piss me off. felt this dick once and been craving it since. hate me all you want, can’t hate this dick though princess.” his lips locked with yours again, forcing his tongue into your mouth while he fucked into your soaking hole with no remorse. “my cute little curator, my princess, my pussy.” he said against your lips, looking up into the security cameras as he rutted into you. he knew those horny fucks were watching. he wasn’t stingy with you though. a girl like you was meant to be shared. he loved that they could see how wet you got for him, how you’d clench around him and mewl out sonnets of his name. he wanted everyone to know this was his, his personal fucktoy that he could fuck anywhere he wanted in this place.

you wanted them to know too, the both of you staring up into the security cameras, making the three watch guards gulp. both of your movements got nastier, with you grinding yourself on his cock and him still fucking up into you. your hands fell from his neck, instead holding your own thighs up now so he could go deeper in you. “fucking tease go ahead, show that pussy off.” he ripped the remaining buttons off of your blouse, unclamping the hook of your bra that resided in the front. he smirked again, showing off your breasts. he pinched at your nipples and grabbed at the mounds, rolling them around in his hands.

“nut in me, wanna show them the baby we just made too.” namjoon rocked into you a few more times, cock twitching and finally spilling inside of you. your orgasm joined his as your cunt clenched hard around him before releasing and mixing your juices. once he lifted you up and held you against the wall, you both watched his seed drop out of you. namjoon had an idea, taking your dangling panties from around your ankle and balling them up. he stuffed the lacy ball into your pussy to plug you up with his seed.

“there. they can come clean the rest up.” he snickered. “now get on your knees and show ‘em how you clean my dick up. maybe i’ll buy you a pill if i’m feeling nice.”

not only would he be showing you off then, in a few months he’d be showing off a cute little family that he made with his art curator that he hated oh so much.

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·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊the boys thinking you’re the sweetest thing on this earth and can do no harm. namjoon has a few words to say about that.

TAGS — spit kink (mentioned), choking, reader gets (lightly) slapped, degradation, creampies, unprotected sex (duh)

WORD COUNT — 1.8 k

"Where's y/n?" Hoseok asks over the loud music as he takes a glass from the server offering everyone drinks.

Everyone's gathered for the pre-release party Hoseok's hosting. It's barely kicking off and the crowd is getting more and more wilder. Hoseok had gone to talk with his band mates when he noticed something off. You weren't there, and wherever Namjoon went you did too. It was strange.

"That's what I said." Seokjin pipes up as he takes a sip from his drink, "Is she coming later?"

"Nah." Namjoon checks his phone for any messages from you, "I left her at home because she wasn't feeling too good. Probably a stomach bug or something." He shrugs it off like nothing.

Hoseok makes a noise of agreement, "She probably been hanging out with Yoongi too much." He jokes softly, "Yoongi got a fever and couldn't make it either."

Namjoon's phone lights up and he excuses himself to take the call some place else where it isn't loud. "Hello? Baby?" He says as he ducks into the nearest hallway.

"Just calling to remind you to take it easy on the drinking. Oh and I sent a gift for Hoseok in the trunk of the car."

"I know, I know," he leans against the wall with a soft chuckle, "you feeling any better?" He smirks.

".... You're a jerk. Can't believe you," you laugh on the other side of the line, "you knew I was looking forward to Hobi's party."

Namjoon bursts out laughing as he looks behind him to see if anyone's in the hallway with him, "Nahh you were the one begging for more baby, you dug your own grave now lie in it." He lazily drawls out.

"Ugh whatever, have fun baby I'll see you when you come home. Stay safe."

"Alright, bye baby." Namjoon smiles as he hangs up and heads back. "Sorry, it was y/n. She sent a gift for you, it's in the trunk of the car you wanna come with?"

Hoseok smiles apologetically at Namjoon, "Yeah," he pats him on the shoulder and walks with the younger, "hope she feels better soon Joon."

"Nah she'll be okay Seok, she's bummed out she couldn't make it. She was looking forward to this for a week." Namjoon wraps a arm around Hoseok's shoulder as they walk out of the party together. "Told me to tell you she loves you."

"You ass," Hoseok laughs, "how the hell did you get so lucky with such a sweetheart like her? What am I doing wrong?"

Namjoon shrugs as he presses the button to the elevators, "You can start off with the shoes," he snickers, "have you been hanging out with Jungkook too much? Shit looks like you're getting ready to walk through snow or some shit."

"Fuck you." Hoseok laughs as he steps into the elevator, "They suit my outfit, you're just jealous."

"Yeah, pass on them stompers." Namjoon rolls his eyes and presses the garage.

Before the doors close Jungkook's tattooed hand comes into view as he steps in, panting like he just ran (most likely did) all the way there. Hoseok and Namjoon look at him crazy and shake their heads because that's Jungkook for you.

"I was alone," Jungkook says, "Min with his friend and Tae's talking to someone else too. Where are you guys going?"

"y/n sent a gift for me, it's in her car and Namjoon invited me to come get it with him." Hoseok says as he eyes Jungkook, "Don't drink too much if you're driving later." He warns.

They talk some more in the elevator and make their way into the garage where Namjoon parked the car. "Tell her I said thank you once again, I'll take something to your house later." Hoseok softly says as he watches Namjoon open the trunk.

"It's no big deal Hobi, you already know how she is." Namjoon smiles back and lets Hoseok look at his gift.

"I want a gift from y/n too," Jungkook whines as he stares at the big box with a black and white bow wrapping around it, " 's not fair. You get to have her all day let me hang out with her for a day."

Namjoon snorts, "What are you five?" He says as he shakes his head and leans back against the car. "Nobody, not even you Jungkook, can have my sweetheart."

Hoseok laughs, "Look at you all whipped and shit, you really lucked out with her. You got stuck with an angel." He teases as he opens his box, Jungkook cooing in amazement as he leans close to get a view at the present.

Namjoon chuckles to himself under his breath as he looks to the side, "Yeah, angel." He smirks.

+

"Mmm," your body shudders in delight when Namjoon bottoms out in one go.

You feel stuffed, your cunt is full of Namjoon's cock and slick dribbles down the sides and down your inner thighs. Namjoon has your thighs pinned back on your body as your knees bend and feet dangle in the air. He's watching the way his cock looks every time he bottoms out balls deep.

"You like that baby?" He mumbles in that deep voice of his, "Slutty pussy stuffed with my cock?" To emphasize his words he snaps his hips upward in a deep body roll that leaves your mouth watering.

You nod slowly, "Mm-hm," it comes out a little high-pitched as you reach down to stroke over your swollen clit, "can feel you so deep inside me baby.. want you to stuff me full of your cum."

Namjoon grunts softly and leans down to press gentle little kisses on your lips. "Yeah?" He whispers softly as he stares into your eyes, "What else baby? C'mon, talk to me."

You're a little shy when he stares at you like that but a sudden rush of boldness courses through you. "Sometimes–ahhn–I think about how it would feel like if you choked me," you softly admit as more moans poured from your lips, "wanna feel your big hands wrap around me and–mmm..!–squeeze." You arch your back when his cockhead brushes against your g-spot.

Namjoon's eyes darken at the words, never in a million years did he think a sweet thing like you would want him to do nasty things like this. He sets his hands on the curve of your hips and thrusts a little more forcefully, "Baby wants to get choked?" He licks his lips, "What else? Tell me everything your filthy little mind thinks of."

He fucks you faster, building rhythm as his thighs smack into your ass. "Call me your dirty slut, want you to tell me how filthy I am.." you whimper as your tits bounce in tandem with his thrusts, "spit in my mouth and call me your good girl."

Namjoon growls lowly, "Fuck.." he closes his eyes and shudders at the mere thought of fucking you like that.

You don't stop there, "Slap me Joonie, I'm all yours." You say as you pout a little and reach for his hand that is on your hip, "All yours.." you mumble and take his finger into your mouth as you suck on the digit.

He completely switches, forgetting he was just trying to hear you dirty talk. He yanks his hand away and grabs your chin roughly as he plows into you at a punishing pace, "Here I thought you were my sweet girl, turns out you’re nothing but a little whore who wants to be slapped around like one. Is that what you want baby? You want me to slap you around and spit on you like the useless cumdump you are?”

You cry out from the way his hips slap into yours, the pleasure hits you hard and it leaves you boneless on the bed. “Y..es..!”

“I can’t hear you.” Namjoon growls and lightly slaps your chin a couple times.

“Yes!” You whine and arch your back.

Namjoon suddenly pulls out as he flips you on to your front. He twists his hand in your hair and yanks it back with a strong grip. One that makes you ache pleasantly. “Lucky this pussy is so good to me, you’re nothing but a fleshlight to use. I have no need for you apart from that,” he says as he slips back and thrusts harshly. “wonder how people would react if they knew the world’s so called sweetheart liked it sloppy and nasty? I wouldn’t put it past me you if you wanted a whole audience to come and see the kind of person you are.”

He emphasizes “kind of person you are” with a set of hard thrusts that send you rocking front to back on his cock. “This what you wanted?” He rasps out.

You can’t answer, only garbled moans and whines escape your lips as you drool. “Open up,” he speaks up as he pushes two fingers past your lips.

You’re too fucked out to comprehend, eyes slipping shut as your eyes water. You choke around his fingers and reach up to grip his wrist as spit and drool runs down your chin. Muffled whimpers and moans fill the room along with sloppy slurping noises. Namjoon’s enjoying this a little too much.

“That’s right baby, get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He whispers as he rolls his hips. He’s not going to lie, this little power play you guys got going on is making his cock twitch with interest. He can feel his stomach coil in pleasure as he gets close to his orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Namjoon’s hips stutter and he presses deep against the curve of your soft plush ass.

His fingers slip out of your mouth and you gasp in relief. You clench tightly around his cock, causing him to cry out as his hands grip your waist tightly. “C-Cum… in me.” You whimper out and rock your hips back on to his.

Namjoon steadies you as he fucks into your sopping pussy a couple more times before he cums hard. His cock throbs deep inside of you, a long groan leaving his lips as he relaxes and loosens his hold on you. You reach below to rub your clit slowly and inch towards your sweet orgasm. It comes in slow waves, your body shudders as you close your eyes and quietly moan into the pillow.

You both stay like that for a bit, harsh panting and soft mumbles filling the room as the high comes down. You didn’t think he had it in him to be this degrading..

“Can’t walk.” You mumble.

“I can see that.” Namjoon grunts as he pats your ass, “Shit I gotta get ready.” He says when he sees the time on the clock. He knows for sure you aren’t going, by the looks of it you looked like you got the train ran on you.

oh how i need myself a taehyung

“Begging already?” 

taehyung x reader/oc genre: fluff word count: 1.7K 

a/n: Hi lovelies! Long time no see :) I got a nightmare before christmas version of the game operation and this idea came to mind... I wrote the majority of it back in august and am now randomly deciding to post. If anyone even cares!!! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as the candlelight illuminated the kitchen, and while the power outage may have helped Taehyung set the mood, you determined he had a charming ability to make any scenario feel romantic. The room was bathed in warm, flickering, golden hues, the low lighting casting shadows across Taehyung’s handsome face, revealing his features only in small glimpses as he shifted around the childrens game positioned in front of you both. Your boyfriend would have been a 19th century romantic writer’s dream, his bone structure providing an air of austerity while his sweet heart doled out love onto every living thing in his vicinity. The ultimate muse. 

His freshly dyed blonde hair was too enticing for you to resist reaching out and brushing your fingers through the soft strands. He leaned into the touch, despite the tweezers reaching in for a plastic spider within Oogie Boogie’s burlap body. While out and about a couple weeks ago, you and Taehyung came across a Nightmare Before Christmas edition of the classic Operation game. Instead of collecting various bones from the man’s body, you were tasked with digging bugs and other creepy items out of the movie villain’s burlap form. 

“You’re gonna make me mess up,” Taehyung complained halfheartedly, looking up at you from underneath the gold metal rim of his glasses.Truly swoonworthy. You were seated cross-legged on top of the counter, admiring the way Taehyung’s forearms rested against the granite as he leaned over the game board. Flashing him a smile, you watched as his own lips curved upward before turning his attention back to the game. 

You were supposed to be on a date tonight, the dinner reservations made last week. When the storm, followed by the power outage, struck, Taehyung quickly adjusted. He pulled together every candle within the apartment and put them all in the kitchen, stating that “the kitchen is the most romantic room in the house”. Whether you believed that prior to his comment or not, you were now convinced. Who were you to argue with an expert in romance? People wrote great romantic novels about him, after all. 

It had been at least fifteen years since either of you had played Operation, and memory had led you both to believe the game was much more challenging than it really was. Taehyung successfully removed the spider and placed it to the side of the board, restarting his collection after two rounds of play already. Neither of you had failed an operation yet, causing for a very un-suspenseful game. 

“I remember this being a lot more difficult when I was six,” you smiled, Taehyung chuckling as he transferred the removal tool to you. Placing his palm on your knee cap, he squeezed gently before swiping his thumb along your thigh. 

His tongue poked out before grazing over his bottom lip, lingering for a moment until his mouth spread into a stunning smile. “We could make it more exciting,” he suggested flirtatiously. Pulling your eyebrows together, you watched as mischief flashed across his pretty eyes. “Every time one of us misses, we take something off.” 

“What, like strip Operation?” You snorted, massaging the roots of his hair. Taehyung wore an expression of pure excitement, eyes wide, beam wider. It was cruel, and enchanting, how he could use that innocent charm in sinful ways. “Fine,” you agreed with a smirk, pulling your hand from his hair and turning your attention to the board. Easily, you removed the bat and placed it on top of the counter, defiant in your refusal to give him what he wanted. 

Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, you found his features positioned into a disappointed pout. “Looks like your plan has been foiled,” you smiled in amusement, Taehyung taking the tweezers from you. “We literally haven’t missed—” 

You were cut off by the sound of Oogie Boogie yelling about people fishing around in his body, startling you as your eyes darted to the board to see it lit up with failure. 

“Oh, shoot,” Taehyung said teasingly, tsking at himself. In the next moment, with a smirk planted on his annoyingly pretty face, he reached for the shirt at the nape of his neck and tugged it over his head, leaving him beautifully topless. “Your turn,” he smirked teasingly, and for a moment you damn near tugged your own shirt off before you remembered there was a game in play. It wasn’t Operation that you were suddenly determined to win, but rather the game of desire versus desire that you did not want to lose. Taehyung had always been the king of self control and making him lose his composure was always the sweetest victory. It was magical, the moment he’d snap, witnessing him beg. 

Biting back your amusement, you leaned into the board and began your attempt to remove the snake that Taehyung failed to. With his eyes on your task, you snuck a glance at his shoulders just barely highlighted in the candle’s flickering. He was sturdy and broad, but somehow still delicate, and the orange flame enhanced the tan he had gotten on his recent work trips, the Spanish beaches suiting him well. His eyes lifted to meet yours, snapping you back to the game as you concealed a knowing smile at being caught staring. 

Shifting focus, you ignored his cocky chuckle. “This is one of the easiest pieces, you loser,” you teased, feigning obliviousness to his strategic loss. As you slowly pulled the piece out of the game board, Taehyung suddenly squeezed your thigh with a loud shout that purposefully made you jump in start. The tweezers hit the metal siding, sending Oogie Boogie into a fit, alerting you that you had failed the operation. 

Clutching at your chest, you huffed. “Foul play!” You complained to Taeyung as he smiled impishly at you, his tongue tucked slightly between his teeth as he celebrated his small win. Biting back your own amusement, you picked up the sheet of paper with the game rules and started studying them with fake seriousness. 

“What are you looking at?” He craned his neck, attempting to peek over at the rules. 

Pulling it out of his view, your lips lifted into a smirk. “I’m looking for what it says about your supposed lover cheating to get you naked,” you informed him, noting the scoff that escaped his lips. “Surely I get a redo or something.” 

An adorable chuckle fell from Taehyung’s soft lips, your heart squeezing at the sound. “No, I’m pretty sure a fail is a fail,” he defended his conniving ways. Shooting him a glare, he giggled a little more. “What’s it say?” He nodded at the rule sheet with a charming lift of his eyebrow. 

“Turns out strip Operation isn’t a real game,” you forced a frown. 

“I’m shocked,” he played along, his eyes widening to emphasize his acting. 

“Yeah, it says that taking your clothes off during play is an inappropriate way to enjoy this board game made for six year olds,” you cocked your head to the side, Taehyung smiling brightly at you, lifting his eyebrows playfully. 

“Really?” He smirked, his gaze glancing down your body, eyeing the oversized sweatshirt that pooled slightly at the tops of your thighs. “I think getting you out of that top is perfectly appropriate.” 

On second thought, the great romance writers of the 1800s wouldn’t have known what to do with Taehyung. You’d like to see Anne Elliot try to resist the man standing in front of you. 

“The game makers disagree,” you told him, though your hands traveled to the hem of the shirt, your fingers toying with the material. “This top?” His eyes lingered on your fingertips, anticipating your next move. His silence, the lack of a comeback, is what gave away how he barely held onto his restraint. The wick of one of the candles popped, the flame flickering across Taehyung’s face to reveal the way hunger had etched its way into his features. These moments, where you held him in the palm of your hand, made the desire to tease him burn inside your abdomen, feeling very much like need. 

Sitting up straighter, you finally lifted the fabric up your body, exposing your stomach, your chest, the flimsy lounge bra hardly concealing anything from his feasting eyes. Pulling the top over your head and setting it down on the counter beside you, your eyes found Taehyung’s as they greedily took in the newly exposed flesh. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, his fingers cool but not cold as they settled on your sides. 

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make us go through more turns to get the rest of this off,” he pleaded, his thumbs dipping under the material of your cotton shorts. Giggling, you cocked your head in feigned thought as you rested back on your arms, your open palms supporting you against the counter. 

“Begging already?” 

Chuckling at you in disbelief, Taehyung dropped his head against your lap before turning his face to look up at you. “Peaches,” he whined, and it was the smile he wore that told you he believed himself to be a winner, whether he was the first to give in or not. His expression was desperate but knowing, aware he was about to get what he had been deprived of for longer than he would have preferred. 

“You know I’m not too proud to beg,” he whispered, the low timber of his voice making your resolve crumble to his desires. 

Smiling softly at him, Taehyung hugged his arms around your hips before placing a kiss to your thigh, tingles erupting at the spot. “In fact,” he started, only pausing to place another kiss higher up your leg, leaving a trail of anticipation in your nerve endings. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” He was cocky and teasing, but all too serious for your breath not to hitch slightly in your throat. An eager smile spread across his mouth, and you knew that this version of Taehyung, naughty and confident and divinely devoted to you, would certainly have been far too much for the 19th century authors. Eat your heart out, Mr. Darcy.

man, i need me a colby

Colby brock x quiet reader?

Pairing: Colby x quiet F!reader Warning: cussing, slight bullying, Colby (yes he’s a warning) mention of serial killer

Summary: You've always been a quiet person and Colby is an outgoing, loud, crazy yet adorable human being who tries to pull you out of your shell every chance he gets.

A/N: This wasn’t hard to write considering i’m a quiet person as well, the only problem i had was figuring out a scenario for this, but i hope you like it!

You were sitting in your favorite spot in the library, reading the same book you've read a thousand times, it was a comfort book, and no matter how many times you read it, you never got bored of it. You were often teased by the number of books you read and how fast you read them, but they helped through life’s horrible way of living. You were so zoned into your book that you didn't realize that someone sat across from you until they cleared their throat. You looked up and saw a very attractive boy, you looked around then back at him “I’m sorry do you want this table?” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear you. He shook his head, tapping your book “That’s a good book” You cocked your eyebrow, he looks like he doesn’t read anything but comic books. “Yeah, it’s my favorite. I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude but do you need something?” He shook his head smiling once more “Just wanted to talk to a pretty girl” You looked around confused, searching for the pretty girl in question, he chuckled which made your head snap in his direction “I’m talking about you. What’s your name?” This doesn’t happen to you, you were always known as the “quiet bookworm” Guys didn’t look your way often and you were okay with that, your heart belongs to books, you realized you haven’t answered him by the way he was staring at you “Oh sorry, I’m Y/N” He held his hand out waiting for you to shake it, which you gladly did “I’m Colby, nice to meet you. I’ve seen you around and I gotta say you’re the only reason I come to this library.” Your cheeks started to heat up and you felt yourself smiling “That’s very sweet, but you don’t know me.” He leaned forward looking directly into your eyes “But I want to know you.” You blushed again, leaning back to regain the distance between you two “Why don’t we go somewhere, where we don’t have to whisper to have a conversation.” His smile was gorgeous and his blue eyes sparkled against the sunlight that was peeking in through the windows, guys like this only existed in books he wasn’t real there was no way. “As much as I’d love to do that, I have to go.” You closed your book, picking up your bag throwing it over your shoulder, he stood up as well stepping closer to you “Can I at least have your number?” You looked up at him, he wasn’t going to give up and you knew that. You figured he’d text you for a bit then find something or someone else more interesting and leave you in the dust, you shrugged and handed him your phone so he could put his phone number in. He smiled wide and handed your phone back to you “I’ll see you around” He winked and walked out the door, looking back at you before he disappeared.

It’s been over 2 months since you gave Colby your number and he’s been texting you nonstop, asking to hang out, what books you recommend, your favorite color, meal, tv show, movie. He wanted to know everything about you, you admit it was cute, but how long is it going to take until he gets bored? It’s been hours since you texted Colby back but you were caught up in your book and weren’t looking at your phone, just when you were getting into that paragraph you heard the chair move in front of you, you looked up and there he was, smiling and staring deep into your eyes. “Hey Y/N” You closed your book looking up at him “Are you stalking me?” You raised an eyebrow watching his expression change from happy to see you, to nervous as hell “I- Uh- No” You giggled softly placing your hand on his “I’m only kidding.” You felt it, that spark that you longed to feel from something that wasn’t a book, but you don’t know if he felt it, I mean come on there’s no way he felt it, you’re overthinking this, you two weren’t even friends honestly. You pulled your hand back when you saw a dark haired girl walk up to you guys “Hey Colby” She squeaked which caused both of you to flinch, she looked at you as if you were the most disgusting thing in the world “What are you doing talking to her? She’s a loser” He looked confused, you sighed and stood up pushing your chair in, quietly walking out the door. You knew if you stayed it would never end, she was one of the people that used to bully you for reading so much. You heard Colby calling your name from behind you, yet you kept walking you didn’t want to hear him apologize for something that wasn’t his fault. “Hey, Y/N wait up.” He finally caught up to you, not like you were moving very fast in a way you kind of wanted him to catch up, pull you into his arms and tell you, you were the one for him. But again that stuff only happens in books and movies. “I’m sorry for what happened back there.” You shook your head giving him a weak smile “It’s not your fault, happens all the time no big deal” Colby frowned, oh how cute he looked even when frowning and it hurt that you were somewhat the cause of him frowning “Listen, I was gonna get a bite to eat, do you wanna join me?” You held your book close to your chest looking up at him “Are you asking me out on a date?” He blushed hard looking down at his feet then back at you “Yeah, I am. So what do you say?” You thought for moment hoping to increase the suspense, finally you nodded “Yeah, I’ll go” He threw his arms up screaming “Yes” since you finally took him up on his offer to take you out to lunch. “Where are we going?” You asked snapping him back into reality, he held his hand out for you to grab it which you so gratefully did and followed him to his car. You were hesitant, you still barely knew him what if he was like Ted Bundy, luring you away and then killing you. He saw you were hesitant and rubbed the top of your hand “I promise I’m not a creep, I just like you and want to get to know you better” You calmed down and continued following him to his car, as you reached for the door handle he playfully smacked your hand “As long as you’re with me, you will never have to touch another door handle again.” He smiled and opened the door for you. You couldn’t help but get butterflies, no one has ever done this for you before you were on cloud 9. You got in, getting comfortable in your seat before he closed the door, you watched him walk around the front of the car to the driver side as you put your seatbelt on. Is this what it’s like to have someone actually care for you? Is this going to end terribly? Your thoughts never stopped, overflowing your mind that you almost forgot you were holding a conversation with him “You okay?” You glanced over seeing the worried look on his face “Oh yeah, just lost in thought” He smiled sneaking a look at you before turning his eyes back to the road “Wanna tell me about it?” You shook your head going back to the previous conversation. You two finally reached the restaurant and once more Colby opened the door and helped you.

You two sat there, laughing and talking about your childhood and how you became so fascinated with books. Unfortunately it was time for you to go home, so you both walked back to the car and started driving back to the library where you told him to drop you off since you didn’t live far from there but it was getting dark quickly. “Y/N I want to make sure you’re safe please let me take you the rest of the way home” You looked over and he was giving you puppy dog eyes. You sighed in defeat and nodded “Fine, take a left here” He followed your every direction until you two finally reached your apartment, in the movies the girl would always ask if the boy wanted to come in, as much as you wanted to do that you knew that your books were all over the place and you didn’t want him to see that. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow, we can have a picnic” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, you’ve never been this bold before but it felt right. He smiled wide and kissed the top of your hand “Until tomorrow” You smiled back at him and walked up to your apartment giving him one more glance, returning the wave that he sent your way. You were falling for Colby although you didn’t want to because it’ll just end in a disaster you couldn’t help it, he was perfect. Everything you’ve dreamed about and then some. You sighed happily and did your nightly routine for bed, you couldn’t wait until tomorrow just to see his smiling face. You woke up to a text from Colby letting you know he was on his way and he’d be there in 20 minutes, you jumped out of bed cleaning on your entire living room so it would look presentable, took a quick shower and picked out your outfit for the day. As soon as you were done messing with your hair you heard your doorbell ring, you knew exactly who it was and couldn’t have been more excited to see him. You opened the door to see the smiling man holding a bouquet of flowers along with a blanket and a picnic basket, you smiled back at him, inviting him in until you were completely ready “This is cute and cozy” He beamed while looking around your living room “Thank you, sorry about my books I meant to move them there were 3 books on your coffee table sitting neatly, Colby didn’t mind one bit he even picked one up and read the cover. You picked up a light jacket and stood in front of Colby “Okay, Im ready” He looked up at you in awe “You look gorgeous” Colby couldn’t help but give you a toothy smile as he looked you up and down in the most respectful way, you began to blush as his eyes landed on your face “Thank you, love” In shock you couldn’t believe you actually said what you were thinking, Colby didn’t seem to mind he’s been wanting to call you a cute pet name since the day he built up enough courage to talk to you. He grabbed your hand leading you out the door, he waited for you to lock your front door before grabbing your hand once more. Colby was the perfect gentlemen he knew a girl like you loves romance based off the books you read and he knew he had to be that guy for you. He was completely enamored with you and wanted to shout it from the rooftops but it was too soon and he didn’t mind waiting at all for the perfect time to tell you he was in love with you. The entire ride to the park was a blur for you, you sat in the passenger seat just daydreaming of all the adventures you and Colby will have, could he be the one that breaks you out of your shell? Maybe, who knows really. Finally you reach your picnic area, be lays the blanket down and helps you sit down lowering the basket beside you, before sitting across from you “You know, I’ve seen you so much and your nose was always in a book, i’ve always known you were beautiful but to fully see your face.” He took a deep breath looking into your eyes “You are breathtaking, I cannot believe I get to have a picnic with the more gorgeous girl in the world.” He smiled wide rubbing your cheek with his thumb, you cheeks turned a bright red and you looked down trying to hide your face. Colby hooked his finger under your chin and lifted it up

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

A/N: I’m doing a second part, only because i want to😂. I hope i captured what you wanted. Feedback is appreciated!!

I hope you don’t mind I tagged you in this: @megamindsecretlair

Masterlist

this is all i can think about .

Luffy fucks like a god damn animal. Especially in the doggy position, he has a bad habit of always finishing inside you at least once during sex.

He bites, he drools, he licks

Boy acts like he's in heat half the time

── 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 : monkey d. luffy.

content: fem!reader. unprotected sεx, praise, implied virgin! luffy, inexperienced! reader, possessive behavior, a little manipulation at the beginning (reader to luffy). lots of cum. overstimulation. a mention of being used. confession at the end. note: my first one piece work! kinda nervous honestly v_v

— . ｡˚ ♡ you're hellbent on making the straw hats' captain yours.

thinking about how easy it is to just cry and sweet-talk your way into sitting on luffy's dick <3

he's already crushing on you to begin with. head over heels, almost. the moment he allowed you onto his ship, welcoming you into the crew so easily and ordering everyone to make you feel right at home — it had made his feelings obvious enough.

luffy has space for only two thoughts in that cute little head of his, and it just makes things easier for you to know that one of them is consisted of you. the other being to become the king of pirates, of course.

“how does it feel to be the captain's favourite?" zoro often remarks all sarcastic, and when you simply laugh and wave his comment away, luffy laughs right along with you. he's absolutely clueless.

to luffy, you look so innocent, and you've been so nice to him — you're just so sweet! helping him around, humouring all his jokes and stupid ideas, explaining things to him over and over with such patience when he just doesn't get it. and you even call him captain! you're just so lovely, and so pretty to look at on top of it<3

he trusts you so easily when you give him a pout, letting the tears glitter at your lashline as you ask him, “captain luffy, please?” you tell him you've never been touched like this before, that you need it, you need it so desperately — and you need it from him — to have his hands on you and to feel all full on him.

he agrees so easily, it's adorable. he's so giggly and giddy as he sits you on his lap up in his room at some nameless inn at the next island you stopped at. you'd fallen onto the rickety little couch backed up against the wall, too needy for eachother and too full of excitement to even make it to the bed.

he's so cute as he grits his teeth and groans, fingers digging into your hips as he slows the way you sink into his cock— unable to handle the way your warm, velvet walls wrap around him so well.

and once you're on his dick, it's even easier to get him addicted to having you on it.

“w—wait, wait wait wait—” his jaw hangs slack, allowing all his little gasps and whines and every little curse and word of praise that forms at his throat to freely pour out into your skin where he's latched his mouth onto.

he tries to kiss you, but he just can't focus on one thing enough when you feel so good around him, your thighs straddling his hips so well, your hands holding onto his shoulders so hard as you move up and down— so warm, so wet and so lovely, and suddenly not enough.

he needs more. he wants you to go faster. “more,” he whines, so good at telling you exactly what he wants. he's quite sure by now that you've done this before—and if you haven't, then you're damn good at it despite this being your first time— so he's unabashed. “more, faster. wanna cum.”

“mhm,” you sigh, giving him a heart-eyed look as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly and hugging him to you, giggling into the crook of his neck. “anything for my—ngh—my darling captain.”

at this point, he's in love with you.

he wraps his arms around you then, sliding his body lower in his seat, into a more comfortable position where he can set the pace himself. “careful,” he warns between clenched teeth when your hand slips from his shoulders.

letting you adjust, he grabs your waist, holding you tight in place — gives you a little “hang on, princess.” before he starts fucking up into you his own way.

it's slow at first, but you can feel the way the slap of his thighs against your ass gets harder with each thrust, how the slow, deep strokes get faster and shallower with each hit—and then he's got the tables turned on you, forcing you to grab at his nape, his hair, his arms, anything to retain your balance while he hits it as hard and deep as he likes.

“ah—ah, luffy!”

“captain luffy, princess.” he groans, voice barely there, grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze, loving how pliable you are in his hands. his pace stutters every now and then, dick slipping out to smack at your clit before he's putting it back in with a groan.

and oh, you know he's likely never done this before, but god he's making you feel so good. he's so desperate, shamelessly using you like a toy to fuck into, eyes hazy and body tensing up with each thrust. “aaah, fuck, so good … so good, so goodsogoodsogood—”

and just like that, with one last thrust into you that goes in balls deep and throws stars into your eyes, he cums into you. he cums so hard.

hot, thick ropes of milky white fill you up and drool out of you, dripping onto luffy's thighs and staining the seat below, his cute little ah—ahh!’s of uncontrollable bliss drowning out the wet sounds your body makes as his cock gets milked all up by your messy cunt.

it's enough to make you cum along with him, your walls squeezing him so impossibly tight, fluttering warm and wet around his sensitive tip as he ruts into you, so sloppy now yet still insatiable.

he has all the stamina you knew he'd have and more, fucking you through your orgasm just the way you like. just the way you wanted him to.

sitting on luffy's dick is a task easy enough to do, but getting off proves to be difficult.

“fuuuuck,” he sighs, voice going just a bit pitchier than usual as he sinks into the seat, taking your hips in his hands and nudging you back and forth on his cock, using you to carry himself through his high. the way his base drags at your clit is electrifying, and you can't help but throw your head back and moan.

the post-orgasm high is delicious.

“hah, y’like that? mhm?” he smiles up at you, giddy and dazed. “felt so good, princess. you never done this before, huh?”

“mmm,” you mumble, slumping into him and feeling the way he drinks up your scent, not really confirming or denying his statement.

“hah,” he laughs, tightening his arms around you. “can only do it with me from now on though, mkay? you okay with that?”

after that fucking? hell yes. you're so happy, so full, so warm and so content right now, with his arms around you, his lips on your skin and his dick still throbbing inside you.

you'd known luffy would be good. it's why you'd worked your way to this moment in the first place — but you didn't think he'd be this fucking good.

he'd been a little shy and unsure of himself at first, but god, when he'd finally gotten the hang of it, when he'd finally snapped, he'd fucked you so good.

”heyy,” luffy taps your head gently. “you alright? can you hear me, hm?”

“mhm.” you respond, turning your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder, giving the lobe of his ear a little nibble and making him laugh. “i can hear you, captain.”

“asked you somethin'.” he kisses the side of your head and presses a palm to your back, rubbing the expanse of skin gently for you. oh, he's so in love. “only me, mkay?”

“mkay.” you agree, a giggle slipping from you when he gives you a dopey grin and wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you right against his warm, sticky body and going right to sleep with you in his lap. the couch is old and creaky — but luffy makes a comfortable bed, you think. you can take it, for a night at least.

because after this, you think you might be in love with him, too. and either way, you definitely don't want to get off his dick just yet.

drew creepy Pinterest girl

PART 4 Fangs

Astarion x werewolf!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, feelings, vampire things, werewolf things, jealousy, swearing, intimacy, anxiety

Sorry for the short parts

Previous part <-

Leaving suddenly felt saddening, lonely almost. You packed as you said and left, you didn’t see the vampire anywhere and your heart slumped. You were a little happier once you were back in your bed with quietness. It was too quiet though you found yourself dwelling in the fact that you were lonely. It’d never bothered you before, or maybe you ignored it, after everything that happened that night…

The gods had cursed you, some higher being truely wanted you to suffer. When your first shift happened you scared your parents and yourself. You were only young around 11 you believe. Your father was able to tackle you and chain you up during that night before you awoke sobbing. After that you being chained to the side of the house every full moon was ritual, your parents looked at you differently, sneered almost. Your mother hated it, or you, you didn’t know, too young to truely understand what they were fighting about. Your father stopped bringing you presents and stopped talking to you. Then they began feeding you less, giving you next to nothing, you barely washed and your worn the same clothes for weeks on end. One full moon it seemed the need to survive took over the beast, you’d broken the old chains and tore the door down, before your father could fight back you slaughtered him and then your mother. You were 17 when that happened. The day after you screamed and wailed before a numbness came over and you buried them. You cleaned the blood, fixed the door and closed off their room and broke the door handle. You kept your mothers garden going and bought some chickens from the closest village. Your beast had killed a few chickens before you built a secure place your beast couldn’t get into. The first time you changed after being on chains felt freeing. You ran through the woods and hunted and in the morning you found yourself lying on comfortable grass, the sun shining down on your face and a peaceful bliss filling you. The bliss passed though and you’d get rid of whatever the wolf ate from your stomach, then make yourself some herbal tea and sit on the bench at the front of your house. Then a stupid pale elf vampire showed up and suddenly you realised how alone you truely were.

You were tending to your garden when your ears suddenly picked up footsteps coming closer. You turned to the forest around you trying to pinpoint the footsteps before a group appeared. You froze slightly at their fighting equipment and the mage following them. You gulped feeling fear fill you as you saw a medallion in his hand, beaming softly with light. They spoke quietly amongst themselves before looking to you. You felt your stomach drop as the mage said ‘it’s here’ and they approached.

“Greetings” the lead said and you stood up.

“Hello” you said throat dry.

“I have some questions if that’s ok?” He said and you nodded wiping your hands on your pants.

“May I ask why you’re all alone out here?” He asked.

“This was my parents place” you said and he nodded.

“I only ask because there’s been rumours surrounding this place” you frowned slightly feeling sweat creep through your skin.

“What rumours?” You asked as his eyes hardened.

“They say there’s a beast in this woods, slaughtered whoever owned this house, though you seem quite well” he said studying you. You didn’t know how to answer as your mouth opened and closed.

“Y/n! Darling!” You jolted seeing Astarion approaching with a smile. You felt relief flood you as he sauntered over and gave you a hug. You blinked in surprise, but he quickly pulled back and stood by you.

“Whatever is going on here?” Astarion asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You know this woman?” The lead asked.

“Of course! We’ve known each other for years, since she could crawl and I learned how to punch” he chuckled lying straight through his pointy teeth, the lead didn’t seem to buy it.

“Why’re you here?” Astarion asked voice having a slight tone to it.

“We’ve been searching these woods for a beast” the lead said.

“A beast? Best check the caves” Astarion said.

“We did” another piped up unamused.

“Well if they aren’t there, then perhaps they flew away” Astarion chuckled.

“This beast cannot fly” the lead crossed his arms annoyed.

“Well then seems you have a problem” Astarion shrugged.

“My problem is you” the lead sneered.

“Now, now, let’s be civil” Astarion said. You felt your heart rate pick up, something going through your body and you looked to the mage seeing him muttering and gesturing. You were quick to push Astarion back, making him tumble as you felt yourself shift. The group of hunters readied their weapons easily and you began to fight with claws and teeth. You were fighting for your life, your home, but the swords slicing you were laced with poison, you weakened and ended on the ground, you managed to tear one out of the four, and critically injure one other. You heard a snarl though and suddenly Astarion was in a mist and appearing behind the mage, slicing his throat before killing the others. You’d shifted back after the mage died, you watched Astarion fight with precision and grace before there were four dead body’s in the ground and he was panting harshly, red eyes glowing a blaze. You whimpered at the pain in your side and his head snapped to yours. You grew worried then at the crazed look he had in his eyes. He stumbled a bit shaking his head, his eyes no longer glowing as he dropped his dagger and went to you.

“Oh dear” he muttered hand going to your side making you groan in pain. He suddenly scoped you up in his arms and carried you inside, lying you on your bed and going back out to the kitchen. You listened to him scrambling and clattering things. You groaned, tears in your eyes before they began to droop and your world went to black.

Astarion was in a panic, going through your herbs before he finally found the right ones and began moshing them together. He heard your heartbeat grow fainter and growled as he finished making the paste and rushed back into your room. You were out and he quickly began to work on your wounds, praying that your beast would heal you the rest of the way. He stared at you after he was finished his own panic seeping in, how in the hells did the hunters know about you? Hell he didn’t even know about you or any beasts in the woods, not even the town and drunken idiots did. He laid a blanket over you taking in your room, it’d seen better days, the things in here were childish. He sighed going to explore the rest of the house, a story was here, a long a terrible one. Everything was old and patched and the door to the far left had no handle and three claw marks. He went up to them, placing his finger tips on them feeling a thought flash through his mind of terror and fear. He flinched back frowning what was your story?

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 11)

In this Astarion gets scolded by a dwarf (naturally he hates it) and Tav and Astarion have to run from the police, because ACAB, amirite? (All Cityguards Are Beautiful) Also they really can't seem to catch a break...

There can only be one song for this: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

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“Are we being kicked out?”, you asked the dwarf flabbergasted. “How rude and after we played circus monkeys for you”, Astarion immediately added and clicked his tongue.

“Nay, lass, it is nah that”, the dwarf answered and doubling over again trying to get some air in his lungs. Astarion looked quizzically at him and raised a pale eyebrow. “It’s the cityguard, they’ve been asking ‘bout ye. They’re already swarming in downstairs. Don sent me to find ye, he’s tryna hold their captain off by the entrance.” You turned to Astarion with shock in your eyes – would this night never end with all its damn surprises? The vampire looked just as shocked as you.

“Now, stop starin’ at each other, get outta here, come on”, the dwarf hurried you and waved for you to follow. “Maybe we can sneak ye out while Don is talking to ‘em. Gods, I always knew it’d be a bad idea to have no back entrance.” You swallowed but quickly went to follow him. So did Astarion.

You let the dwarf go a few steps ahead so you could lean back to the vampire while walking along the corridor. “Do you think this is about you showing Miyena and Eodin… you know?”, you whispered to him. “I don’t know but I don’t intend to find out”, he answered dryly.

“Did they say why exactly they were looking for us?”, you raised your voice to ask Kirin while rushing behind him. The dwarf threw you a look over his shoulder that asked if you were an imbecile and he actually even stopped walking. “Yeah, lass, of course. I brewed ‘em a nice cuppa and then we braided each other’s beards while talking ‘bout it. NAY! Of course, they did not!” Kirin was outraged and helplessly threw his hands in the air: “I don’t know and I don’t know what ye might’ve done to deserve it and I don’t want to know. All I do know, is, that there’s gonna be trouble. If they find ye, there’s gonna be trouble and if they don’t find ye there will probably be even more. We aren’t exactly popular with the city officials so they gonna take up any excuse they can get to annoy us.” Your brows furrowed at that and Astarion asked: “Thankful as I am for it, but why exactly are you trying to sneak us out then if you could just hand us over?”

The dwarf had already reached for the handle of the door that would lead back to the gallery. He sighed defeatedly and turned around once more, putting his hands on his hips: “Come here, elf, if ye please.” Astarion surely didn’t look inclined to do anything of the sort. “I said come ‘ere, boy!”, Kirin said through gritted teeth and curled a finger at Astarion. That made the vampire cautiously step closer, on his face a mix of distrust and disgust. Kirin angrily waved him to bow down to which Astarion reacted only begrudgingly. When they were almost nose to nose, the dwarf spoke, spittle flying from his mouth and hitting Astarion who’s eye twitched murderously: “Let’s get one thing very clear, little elven lordling, or whatever ye might be. I am nah doing this for ye!“ He stuck one stubby finger towards Astarion’s face. “I’m only doing this for ye lassie here. Because. I. Don’t. Like. Ye. Pretty Boy!” H  He  

Astarion’s whole being screamed murder. You remembered a certain threat he had offered regarding the dwarf’s nicknames for him and quickly dragged him back towards you by a handful of his shirt. “Let’s just go, please”, you begged the both of them. The men stared at each other a moment longer then Kirin broke it off and waved you to go. The elf wiped his face off by rubbing his upper arm against his face, still wearing a disgusted facial expression. Then he looked at you as if asking for pity. “Knock it off, Astarion”, you simply told him and went after Kirin.

There still were plenty of people on the gallery and in the tavern as a whole. But you could quickly make out several men and women in silver armour prancing about the place. Most prominently at the entrance was the supposed captain of the group of guards in argument with Don. It wasn’t hard to make out that they were arguing quite intensely – you could hear their voices but not what they said. As the three of you were walking downstairs while trying to look inconspicuous you saw the captain wave an order to two of his men who immediately propped up their halberds towards Don’s face. The bouncer lifted his arms in defence.

You had arrived at the bottom of the stairs and Kirin motioned you to follow him, walking mostly along the walls of the big room. You tried to bypass the guests and tables and especially the guards that had spread out downstairs. While slowly but steadily passing through the crowd you noticed how Astarion swiftly picked up a cloak from behind someone’s seat and in one smooth movement threw it around his shoulders. He lifted the hood over his telltale white curls and then softly nudged you to walk between him and the wall so he could try and also hide you with the cloak.

As you came closer to the entrance you could finally make out the discussion going on between Don and the captain of the city guard. “Drop the act! Tell me where they are or watch me and my guards tear through every crevice of this shithole”, the captain just screamed at the bouncer. You were almost at the entrance through which people walked in and out of the establishment. Trying to not raise any suspicion you lowered your gaze and moved closer to Astarion – just a pair of lovers passing by.

“What damned act, I’ve been trying to tell...”, Don was just about to say as the guard crossed his arms over his armoured chest, obviously done with his opponents excuses. His eyes wandered while zoning out from the bouncer’s words… and that’s when he spotted you when you tried to sneak a cautious look. The captain’s head perked up as he saw you and he immediately raised a hand: “Hold, you there! With the red hair! I can see you you know.” You cursed under your breath and gritted your teeth. “Shit”, you heard Astarion say beside you. He stopped and immediately also dropped the hood trying to seem as honest and innocent as possible. Kirin disappeared into the crowd once more having failed his escort quest.

You opted to act surprised, looking at the guard in confused fashion and pointing a finger at yourself in a “Who? Me?” sort of way. “Yeah yeah, you, don’t look so surprised, you little dipshit. Are you Tav?” Astarion immediately hissed at him for calling you names and taking a step in front of you. But you grabbed him by his elbow and took a step forth yourself. “I don’t know, depends on who’s asking. For example, for someone calling me ‘little dipshit’ the name’s ‘kiss my goddamn arse’”, you said and smiled sickly-sweet at him. You knew that it was a terrible idea for you to piss of the city guard but you’ve just about had it for the night.

Astarion snickered softly beside you, earning him a more than displeased and with the wave of two fingers two halberds pointing at his face. The vampire rolled his eyes and mumbled something about the state of humour in this city.

The captain sauntered closer to you, you nervously already thought about how you could possibly get out of this situation. When the guard stood directly in front of you so that the silver of his breastplate shone in your face, he spoke down to you. You could see that he was human – and quite a lot taller than you, at least one head and broad-shouldered too. You also saw that only his chest was covered by plating.

“For the formalities’ sake: I am Captain Gerrit of the Third Division of the Lower City Guard. Now you know, now tell me who you are!”, he ordered. You raised your chin at him defiantly and crossing your arms not letting yourself be impressed by his display of rank. “What’s it to you, Captain Gerrit of the so and so?”, you pressed him further. Gerrit’s eyes narrowed at you, you could see that his patience with you was fading. You heard Astarion chuckle again behind you, then wince: “Ouw, keep those away from me, as far as I know, laughing still hasn’t been outlawed, yet.” “Watch it, elf”, Gerrit spat toward him then he focused on you again, angling his head. “Oh nothing really, only that I’d be taking you into custody if you happened to be that Tav”, he answered. “Because if you were that Tav, I know you’d belong to a band of thieves I’ve been looking to capture for the better part of a year.” “And who told you that?”, Astarion chimed in and stepped closer to you despite the weapons pointed at him. He curved around them and stood directly behind you and stared up at the captain who was also at least half a head taller than the rogue. “A tiefling woman with a, dare I say, severe case of resting bitch face and a whimpering man that looked like a beaten puppy? Because may I tell you they have been pestering us the whole evening and of course they’d tell y…”, Astarion went on but was interrupted by Gerrit now being very annoyed at the both of you and lifting a hand in harsh motion that even prompted the vampire to shut up. You felt your time to act was running out…

“You are indeed correct”, the captain offered from behind gritted teeth “and I also happen to know that they were also part of your little band of thieves and they are already in custody. And so are you two go…”

Time was up. With all the force you could muster you lifted your knee to kick the bastard in the balls. Gerrit simply hmpfed and was sent to his knees.

Astarion didn’t lose a moment, whirled the stolen cloak around the two other guards who were still pointing their weapons at him but could only react with shock. He had them wrapped up as if they were wearing an oversized scarf and then tugged on the ends to make their heads in their shiny helmets clank against each other. They went down as well and you both turned to fucking run.

You stumbled through the crowd, pushing people out your way, without a word agreeing to try and make it to the balcony again. You raced directly to the stairs while Astarion had to take detour to dodge the swipe of another halberd and then was blocked by another guard. But instead of trying to fight him, Astarion leapt for the table next to the guard, placed his hands flat on it and swung his legs over it in a swift athletic motion. At the staircase to the gallery another guard was just about to block your way, screaming “Stop!” at you. But he was kicked in the knee pits and also received a mug of beer over his head once it was in reach for his assailant – Kirin. “Don’t touch the lass!“, the dwarf screamed viciously as the guard fell on his face.

“Thanks”, you shouted to him passing by and racing up the steps. Even Astarion mustered a wink for the dwarf and then ran after you. You made it to the balcony without further interruption. By the noise you had heard behind you, you had precious moments until your assailants would even reach the gallery.

“The dwarf grows on me”, Astarion said breathlessly. You simply waved in agreement, trying to catch your breath. “And also”, Astarion continued, gasping for air “Tav Hammerknee strikes again, it seems.”

You didn’t even have it in you anymore to react to his audacity, so you just went to the railing to look down. “It’s a bit of a drop, but after everything… I think we can make it. Although I almost broke my neck one time trying to get down there…” Astarion walked up next to you and looked down as well: “From this height? Darling, I guess you can be happy your career as a thief is over you must’ve been terrible at it.” And with these loving parting words he climbed over the railing and let himself hang from the bottom edge of the balcony before letting go and landing elegantly in a deep crouch before standing up again.

He dusted some invisible lint off his shirt then looked up at you: “Easy.” Asshole. “I’ll have you know that the last time I was blackout drunk”, you spat back. “So barely worse than tonight.” You snorted at that and started to climb over the railing, copying his moves.

“I’ll catch you, love, don’t worry. I won’t let this be the end after everyth…” You had already let yourself drop into his open arms. The sudden impact drew all the air from his lungs, but he did safely catch you.

“Gotcha”, he whispered and slowly put you down. Then he tried to sort out the mess your hair had become. “Well, running from the city guard certainly was a first time for me.” “Aww, I love when I can be there for your first times, Astarion“, you cooed at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. He looked positively done with you.

“Let’s just go home?”, he asked you with a smile. “Let’s!”

hiii saw your post abt modern au astarion and how you have requests open🤭 first of all i'm begging you please give us every single astarion thought you have........ kinda obsessed with modern au astarion🤭 could you please give us something about that where astarion still works in the justice system?? i'll never understand why people say he would have a different job, boy is literally born to be a lawyer/judge!! also have a lovely day😽😽😽 if you plan on keeping tabs on your anons may i be a 🍓 anon teehee

Ooo, I love the idea of modern lawyer Astarion. Instantly my brain went feral and threw my mind into the hyperbolic gutter. NSFW additions and a surprise appearance from ascended-adjacent Astarion under the cut. As always let me know if you want me to continue! Either as more thirsty ramble of an actual fic! Also I created a tag for you 🍓 anon! ♡

Astarion is just so charming and beguiling. He has everyone wrapped around his finger in that courtroom. Hanging off every saccharine word he says.

God, he’s just about lying through his teeth, but no one seems to care. He's spinning a careful web of truths and mistruths so intricate and show-stopping that he knows he has the jury right where he wants them.

You’re a bottom-of-the-food chain lawyer. New enough to the scene that you get stuck with all the shitty cases like this one. But veteran enough in the art of assholes to know the type of man Astarion is the moment you see him. The worst type of lawyer, one more befitting the name of a conman. Happy to line his pockets with the misfortune of others.

You couldn’t lie he was captivating. Every utterance of a word was a performance. Every gesture was a dance, and he played the part so well. It is what he does best.

It is when you utter one simple word that he finds his show comes to a halt.

“Objection,” you state voice almost meek, all eyes turn to you, and suddenly the spotlight has shifted.

Of course, the judge dismissed your claims, but it was enough to throw Astarion off his game. Sure, this wasn’t the first time someone had called 'objection', nor would it be the last. Yet, even with your voice as meek as it was your eyes held something he hadn’t witnessed in years. Clarity.

You saw through him, and the revelation almost made him want to laugh. You were refreshing, like an ice-filled cup of water on a sweltering summer day. For the rest of the trial, he gave you a chance to match his dance and god where you beautiful.

Maybe you stumbled or stepped on his toes, but you were merely unpracticed and the thought of you honed, your skills sharpened like a knife, brought a fiery excitement he hadn’t realized he was missing.

I could see him being subtly flirty every moment you were alone during the trail. Something that flustered the hell out of you, but you never let it affect your performance, which only furthered his interest.

When all is said and over, with the defense winning, a very proud and victorious Astarion comes over to shake your hand. Taking the opportunity to pull you just a step closer and invite you for drinks.

You knew better. Certainly knew that a guy like him was trouble, but you didn’t say no. While you wouldn’t admit it, you were somewhat eager to see what else Astarion was capable of. So much so that you had practically brought up the idea of him fucking you in the alley.

Your hands braced you against the wall, allowing you enough resistance to push back into each thrust, allowing Astarion to hit you deeper. His hands held firmly onto your hips, no doubt leaving the imprints of his long fingers on your skin.

"Fuck," you utter your legs wobbling, slowly turning to putty as he brings you closer to the edge. Astarion pauses his hold shifting to better support you. You hear him pant behind you, and you can only assume he's trying desperately to catch his breath. Just as caught up in the steamy exchange as you were. Before he steps back, allows his cock to slip free.

"Turn around, wanna see you, beautiful," the pet name speeds up your already racing heart. They were nothing new, something you had grown used to when his flirtatious remarks had started up, but the cadence of his voice felt more real, intimate.

Turning was a blessing and a curse, and both for the same reason. Astarion was handsome, there was no denying that. An air of royalty surrounded him, so perfectly pristine with so little effort. Now replaced with something just as gorgeous. White curls lay jostled, a few strands stuck to his forehead, pupils blow wide with lust, and lips swollen and bruised with the faintest strain of your lipgloss.

It isn't until he had you in his arms, a leg thrown over each one that you realize how strong he is. In the dim alley, you had only been able to make out the makings of what you assumed were abs, and while you had run your hands along his chest plenty during your initial makeout session you hadn't pegged him to be this fit. Nor did you realize how much you liked being picked up as if you were nothing but a small toy.

Astarion simply asks if you are ready, only waiting for your nod before he's once again buried deep inside you.

He kissed you sloppily, swallowing every breathy moan you let escape your pretty little mouth. Only pulling away to rest his forehead against your own.

There was little regret to be had when you let your gaze linger on him. Even as someone walks past the alleys threatening to expose your rendezvous. You think that you wouldn’t mind having him fuck you senseless again.

Dark Astarion

Imagine being his little Legal Secretary who deals with all his boring administrative issues.

Late office hours where he has his hand fisted in your hair, pulling tight, as guides you to choke on his cock. The deep laugh that would rumble through his chest right before he begins to mock you. Astarion would start off sweet with a little tease about how cute you are. Before his mouth would twist into the cocky smirk he wore so often. He’d make you look at him, mouth still placed around his aching length. You meet his eyes and moan around him. In the light, they almost appear red, like a predator ready to devour its prey. A sly fox and his dumb little rabbit.

You think for a second he’s going to praise you. Tell you how good you make him feel, so you look up at him eagerly with big doe eyes. Ready for whatever compliment would slip from his perfect lips.

“You're my personal little pet. Aren’t you darling? Only good for serving me,” he says, with little room for argument. Demeaning and possessive and the best compliment he could ever bestow upon you.

His smirk grows as he observes you squeeze your thighs together, cock growing impossibly harder when he thinks about how wet you’ll be when he has you bouncing on it later.

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i wanna eat him

wavemothers robe + the black and red dye. you’re welcome

"I want a baby" BG3

Gale:

Wyll:

Astarion:

Or

@queenjayrogue also suggested:

Halsin:

Lae'zel:

Or

Shadowheart:

Karlach:

the way this series has me in a choke hold

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 8)

ATTENTION: There is some SMUT in this chapter, because Tav gets a little touchy and Astarion just pours oil into the flames - only lightly smutty though, because I like to be a pain in your ass, hihi. There will be more smut in future parts that I will still have to write but let it slowly burn for now - I know you want it.

Also this is the last part leading up to my main idea for this story - the plot point I actually thought about when I started writing this and thought it'd be like a few thousand words adventure.

Btw, did part 7 yesterday go through okay? I felt like it didn't really show up for some time when I posted, eh. Anyways, if you missed it, it's on my blog of course.

A bit more is already up on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

You kept on drinking and talking. Teasing each other, pouring more shots. It really did feel like one of the memorable evenings you thought about when you first told Astarion about this place. The main act had started to play downstairs: a band of elves – a rarity in itself, but they were practically celebrities as Lira explained: a male drow bard with long sleek black hair playing the lute and singing with a dark and somber voice that had men and women in the audience swooning, a female wood elf bard with a violin with green skin and equally sleek but powdery-pink hair and the voice of an angel and three more equally beautiful elven musicians. All were precariously clothed, leaving little to none to imagination. Since they had started playing the mood in the tavern had dangerously shifted from drinking and laughing to people of all genders and races and combinations dancing and kissing and stealing touches they thought nobody would see.

With half the bottle gone you could certainly start to feel the alcohol doing its work: you felt pleasantly buzzed, also giggling more and batting your eyelashes more at Astarion - which might’ve been caused by the amount of drinks you’ve had or the seductive, pleasant music… or maybe it was just your fatal attraction to him and his very much encouraging and looks and touches.

While Daegin had been complaining about the last time he had visited his family for the better part of an hour, you started to get a little handsy with Astarion. Which prompted him to grab hold of your roaming hands. “Do you mind, darling?”, he whispered to you with a smile and pulling both of your hands to put them over his heart. You blushed shamefully, immediately worrying if you’d made him uncomfortable. You quietly voiced your concern to him and apologized for your indecent behaviour while Daegin complained loudly about his second cousin's awful wife.

The vampire laughed softly and lifted your hands to his lips to plant a gentle kiss onto them. “No worries, darling, if you’d ever really do something to make me uncomfortable, I promise, I wouldn’t hesitate to call you out on it.” He pressed another kiss onto your fingers. “I love when you show how much I am yours and that you can’t keep your hands off me, my heart, but maybe just for tonight, keep your hands out of my pants while we have an audience, alright?” You nodded but still felt a little bit ashamed of yourself, so you buried your face in his shirt. You mumbled something about respecting boundaries into his chest to which he pressed a kiss on the top of your head and held you for a moment. Daegin was still on about his relatives while Lira boredly dragged her shot glass around in circles by its rim and stared into nothingness.

After a few moments Astarion leaned down to whisper into your ear. “There will be no boundaries tonight though, when I’ll have you all to myself and remind you why it is that you can’t keep your paws to yourself”, he simply stated and then went back to holding you sweetly – as if he hadn’t just given you the most enticing promise you thought someone ever gave you. Very naughty thoughts started to race through your mind, prompting you to let go of Astarion and get at least a few inches between you – a much needed safety precaution. You poured yourself another shot and downed it immediately while you could feel the same pulsing sensation between your legs you’d last felt when he had you pinned against a wall only a few hours ago. The rough fabric of your linen blouse started to rub on the hardening tips of your breasts, your throat was bone-dry although you only had just drunk something. Astarion leaned on his elbows to grab the bottle of liquor and also pour himself another one while watching your face and giving you a dirty smirk. He did look like the personified sin right in this moment. Astarion’s eyes wandered to where your hardened nipples here now clearly visible through your shirt while he drank slowly. He licked his lips afterwards without stopping to stare but you saw how he rearranged his pants with his hands – only the slightest bit awkward. And when your eyes flicked down, you noticed that not only your arousal was pretty obvious right now. “I admit you make keeping boundaries pretty hard, my love”, he whispered under his breath. You stepped closer to him once more but not touching him. “Seems that’s not the only thing I make hard”, you whispered back while returning the dirty smirk he gave you moments ago and staring into his eyes confidently. His pupils diluted slightly at your words, but he held your stare without moving, positively becoming a statue.

Then you suddenly turned away from him and to the other two at the table, crossing your arms over your chest, breaking the spell. “So, what else is new?”, you asked suddenly and with a not-so-subtle note of hysteria in your voice. You had been way too close to just completely losing yourself right then and there; all because of some dirty whispers and stolen glances.

The half-elf and the dwarf, both well drunk - much more than you - had obviously been completely oblivious to the electric tension between you and the vampire – thank the Gods. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that Astarion had rolled up his sleeves and was leaning on his elbows again next to you.

“Well”, Lira drawled, now much less focused on niceties and political correctness, “have you heard that Cazador Szarr has kicked the bucket a few weeks ago? And his whole estate was looted. It’s been the talk of town for weeks.” That sobered you right up. This was the first time you heard that this had become public knowledge. It seemed Astarion and you had been well shielded in your domestic little bubble since you had parted ways with your adventurous little group and settled down in Baldur’s Gate.

You threw Astarion a concerned sideways glanced but to your surprise he seemed relaxed. Even more so, he was grinning broadly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Daegin happily chimed in and gave you a rundown of different theories on his death: heart attack (“Nah, he was perfectly healthy, last thing I heard”, Astarion commented), poisoned by another noble family to gain his power (“Probable, but why loot his estate and why not keep his death a secret and pose as him, so much easier to take over his influence.”), tragic accident (“Unlikely, I heard he never even really left his castle.”). Astarion seemed more intrigued in adding to the gossip that you thought was clever. But hells, you would not stop him from talking shit about this fucking bastard.

“Do you want to know what I heard?”, Astarion said after Daegin had finished. He leaned towards them as if he was going to let them in on a secret. Lira, immediately intrigued, leaned over the table just as he did. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in anticipation. Even Daegin seemed immediately interested. There he went doing it again, Astarion and his damned silver tongue. You were about to join his act in whatever lie you thought he would fabricate from thin air, when he began: “I heard, he was secretly a vampire and was murdered by one of his own spawn because he’d made a deal with a devil to perform a horrific ritual that would have made him even more powerful and killed thousands of people!”

Your chin basically dropped to the floor but you were way too shocked to do anything else. Lira and Daegin mirrored your emotions perfectly albeit for different reasons. Did… did he actually just tell them the fucking truth?

The silence between the four of you kept dragging on. Astarion simply drank another shot of liquor, shrugged his shoulders and casually said: “It’s just what I heard.” You could simply blink at his nonchalance. Then Daegin broke the silence with deafening laughter, roaring and throwing his head back, slapping his thighs with his hands multiple times. Lira joined in but her laugh turned into a silly cackling chuckle that made her shoulders quake like she was losing her mind. You couldn’t join in, you were too starstruck by Astarion’s boldness. But neither was Astarion. He just threw you a defeated look that seemed to say ‘see? No one’s ever going to believe it’.

After several minutes of choking on their laughter they seemed to calm down. Lira had to wipe away tears from her eyes several times, the dwarf had started coughing horribly halfway through. When he had regained a bit of composure, he jumped off his stool, walked around the table and offered Astarion his hand – which the vampire took with a confused look. “I gotta hand it to you, elf, no one ever made me laugh that hard. Not even my own brother”, he said and shook Astarion’s hand, congratulating him.

“Tav, you really need to bring him when we go out drinking from now on”, the short man said and laughed again. This time you and Astarion joined in.

If you look at me like that, I’m gonna go over there and hug you and love you 💞

Gale from @banal-nadas