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[biggermas]

Warning!! this video is loud as hell😋

Idk How to draw kissy bro😭😭 This was so fun to make, but SO annoying At the same time😭💃🏾💃🏾⁉️🔥🔥

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[wnderify]

striptease | luke hughes

summary: fuck if i know. inspired by the song striptease by carwash. secret relationship??? with my favorite man, luke hughes!

warnings: cursing, horrible writing?? uhh lmk if there’s more!?

word count: 2606 words

authors note: this man got me going lalalala i be kicking my feet and giggling while looking at photos of him on pinterest. someone sedate me. also this is my first tumblr fic and first time ever writing with a reader insert so i apologize if it’s horrible!!

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Luke had a smile on his face as he stood with his friends, a cold beer in his hand that he had been nursing for the past thirty minutes beginning to grow warm causing the glass to sweat, droplets of water sliding down to his fingers bringing him back to the conversation that the group was talking about.

"East Carolina sucked ass tonight!" Mark shouted with a laugh, his shoulders bouncing with the noise causing the mixed drink he had to splash in his cup.

"Umich is better." Jack grinned, shrugging as he lifted his beer to his lips to take a small sip.

You snorted from where you sat back against the couch next to Quinn who was mindlessly staring at the ceiling, having one too many drinks already and they had only been at the party for an hour.

"Rich coming from someone who didn't even come here." Your eyebrows pulled into a furrow as you stretched up your leg to nudge Jack who had been standing close.

Luke and you have known each other since freshman year, meeting whenever you asked him if you were in the right class. You weren't. You weren't even in the right building. You were lucky though because Luke had offered to walk you to the correct class and building.

From that moment he became absolutely intrigued in you. Bringing you around to the sophomore house where you ended up meeting some of his teammates. He was glad you connected with them almost instantly, understanding their humor. He was even more glad that you were also intrigued with him.

And you weren't afraid to show it. With lingering touches whenever no one was around and longing stares whenever someone was around to the kiss the two of you had shared merely two hours ago in a bathroom at Michigan Stadium just seconds after the game had ended leaving both his and your lips swollen.

Your shoelaces had been untied and you asked him for help, earning a few chirps from Rutger and a knowing look from his girlfriend, Kayleigh, and an eye roll from Jack who had told you two to not take too long. As soon as he hit the stall door, your lips were on his as if you had been starved.

He recalled the brief conversation you two had while your guys hands roamed one another. "Your shoelaces." He had breathed out in a quiet whisper against your lips that made you feel like hot wax was being poured down your spine, knowing for sure that other people were in the bathroom with them.

"That's how I like mine." You grinned up at him, the fabric of his maize colored University of Michigan jersey balled into your fists as you brought him closer, lifting him off the back stall as closer to you.

The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing, Quinn calling him to tell the two of you to hurry up earning a groan from you that he quickly cut off by smashing his lips against yours once more, despite his brother who was nagging him over the phone. "We'll be there in a second." He said whenever you pulled back to trail your kisses down his neck before he hung up, not waiting for a response from Quinn.

As you dragged him out of the bathroom whenever the coast was clear, your fingers intertwined as you stalked to the parking lot where your group of friends were waiting for you, he was rambling like a teenager who was experiencing his first love. He practically was.

"We could just runaway to, I don't know, — Mexico! We could run away to Mexico," he rambled, his eyes on your linked hands as he stumbled over his feet, certainly getting his new shoes dirty. "Not tell anybody." Your arm move with his shrug.

You playfully scoffed as you looked back to him, smiling at him. "As if, you're a professional hockey player." You shook your head as the wind blew your hair which for some reason he really liked for whatever reason.

That moment felt like a dream. You felt like a dream. He had snorted to himself at the thought, shaking his head along with the thoughts from his brain. Much to like right now as he stood there, distracted again by the moment you shared as he shook his head whenever Luca slapped his back.

"What you thinking about?" Luca's breath smelled like beer as he clung onto his old teammate, a dopey grin on his face as he looked around at the group.

"You would know if it was your business." Luke had quickly retorted as he looked over to his friend who playfully rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Jack and coke for your thoughts?" Ethan held out his red solo cup, one of his eyebrow raising as he tilted it to him.

Luke rolled his eyes despite the smile on his face as he chuckled, his shoulders rising and lowering. "It's classified," he switched his beer to his other hand to wipe the collected condensation off onto Luca's shirt. "Besides, you put too much whiskey in your drinks." He eyed his friend.

"Then another beer for your thoughts." Ethan shrugged as he leaned back against the couch, earning a grunt from Quinn who told him to stop moving.

Before Luke could open his mouth and spew out another witty comment, you spoke up. "Let it rest, guys," you laughed from behind your can as you looked up at Luke. Your eyes alone could make him melt on the spot. "He's probably thinking about hockey. Aren't you, Luke?" You questioned as your left eyebrow perked up, hiding your smile behind your drink. You knew what he was thinking about.

Luke nodded, his lips stilling into a gap momentarily before he finally spoke, "yeah, hockey." He finally got out, his eyes never leaving yours as he studied the mischievous glint that shimmered in your irises.

Owen rolled his eyes and stood up from the arm of the couch, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, dude." His teasing tone made Luke's face flush as he chuckled, looking down to his beer bottle as his tongue swiped against the inside of his lip, bulging the skin out momentarily. "I'm going to get another drink, anyone want?" His eyes scanned his group of friends, only getting a reply from Kent and Gavin.

"I'll come with you!" You chirped as you stood up quickly, earning a shriek from Quinn seeing as to how you were practically supporting his drunk body. Owen began to trail towards the kitchen with you in tow but not before you pretended to stumble into Luke.

Instinctively, his placed his hands on your hips to help you stand up straight. You weren't drunk, only having one Mai Tai so far. He knew that. So why were you acting like this. "You okay?" He asked with his hands still on your waist.

"Quinn's feet were in the way." You muttered as your slid your hands down his forearms quickly, sending shivers up his spine as you grabbed his hands. "Thank you." You chuckled, pulling his hands off of your clothed hips but not before slipping something into his hand.

Before he could question you, you were skipping towards the kitchen and gone. His eyebrows pulled together as he held onto what felt like thick paper. His assumption were correct as he flipped over his hand, holding a folded up and torn napkin. He looked up and through his eyelashes, making sure no one was paying attention before he tried to the best of his ability to be discreet about unraveling the napkin to see a few words written with your lip liner. The same lip liner that had decorated his skin before he had wiped it off.

'ditch w/ me? meet me outside in five.'

He reread the note for what seemed to be a thousand times, eventually mumbling the words to himself. Whenever he finally got the words registered and a remembrance of your smudged note imprinted in his brain, he looked up to scan the crowd.

His eyes met yours, watching as you said a few words to Owen who began to make his way back to the group with beers in hand. He noticed how you tilted your head as you held up your best poker face. Your hair slid from your shoulder and swung as it hit your back as Owen said something back to you with a small nod, a look of sincerity on his face.

Luke's eyebrows furrowed deeper as he wondered what the conversation was about, watching as you spun around and made your way out of the house, leaving Owen on his own to make his way through the crowd.

"She's going outside to get some air," the dark haired boy said as he passed the beers to his friends before continuing, "said it was too stuffy in here or something." He twisted the cap off the beer before letting it drop to the floor beneath him, lifting the bottle to his lips to take a long sip.

Like counted down the seconds until he could meet you outside, chirping into the conversation every now and then as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He glanced down to the watch that decorated his wrist before realizing he had only a minute left and should probably be making his way outside.

"Hey, I'm gonna go check up on her," he said mid conversation, passing his bottle over to Kayleigh who stood by Rutger. "I'll be back." He gave a thin lipped smile before he rushed away from the group having a feeling that he wouldn't be back.

Luke maneuvered through the crowd, giving a few nods to people who noticed him and turned down the girls that placed light touches to his skin. He grumbled as he made it past a group, grabbing hold of the cool medal of the doorknob before opening it. He let out a small breath whenever he made it outside, the cool air of the Michigan night coming into contact with him and nipping at his skin. But he couldn't worry about that as his eyes scanned the lawn for you.

You had been leaned against a light pole that shined down on you with another Mai Tai in hand that you looked disinterested in, spinning the can around as your nose scrunched and pulled your face into a gentle scowl.

He chuckled as he jogged down the steps, adjusting his hat that covered his curls while taking a glance back to the door to make sure no one else followed him out. Fortunately, no one had. He smiled to himself as he continued to jog towards you.

Your eyes lifted from the silver top of the red can, a smile coming onto your lips as you pushed yourself off the light pole. "You're early." You pointed out as you held the can in your hands, looking up at him.

"Couldn't wait." He sounded breathless and you knew it wasn't from his short jog. You lightly smirked as you looked behind you, placing your can down on the roof of someone's car without a care in the world.

"C'mon." You said and took his hand for the third time that night, beginning to pull him down the street and towards his car.

Neither of you had a destination, just wanting to be with one another in a secluded area. The worst part of Luke's job was the attention that came with it. He was a hockey superstar and you were a college student with no want or need for spotlight. At least not right now. Keeping your relationship on low from the world also meant keeping your relationship on the low from your friends. It's not that the two of you didn't trust them, it's just that neither of you wanted to risk what you guys had. You and Luke were both content with how things were going right then as you sat in the car, his left hand on the wheel as he drove away from the party and his right hand intertwined with yours.

The stereo slapped him across the face, playing a familiar tune of a song from the late eighties playing loudly as the two of you sat quietly, merely taking in one another's company as the two of you made your guys way out of Ann Arbor.

Luke had goosebumps from the light rub of your thumb against his knuckles as he took the backroads to get to Fenton. He hummed along to the song, eyes concentrated on the road as he let off of the gas pedal to slow down before turning the car to the left, making his way into Fenton.

You let your hand disconnect from his, sliding your arm over the center console to the point your ribcage pressed against it but you didn't mind as your hand rested on his thigh. He swallowed a noise that threatened to spill, instead letting out a shaky breath as your hand inched inched closer to where he needed you.

"My house is not far," you breathed out, still looking out the window as he slowed down at the red stoplight giving you a sight of the closed bank. "And no one's home." You added on, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Luke's breathing was labored as he understood what you meant. He was nervous to say the least seeing as to how the two of you haven't progressed that far your relationship. "Maybe we can just go to one of the lakes?" His voice was high pitched and he was sure he would've cared if the palm of your hand wasn't against him.

You let out a playful scoff, turning your head to look at him. Whenever you realized he was being serious and his nervousness was radiating off of him like his body heat, you rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt.

He watched from the corner of his eye as you adjusted to sit on your knees in the seat, retracting your hand from his lap to his arm that was on the center console. You were silent for a moment as you thought through your next words.

You leaned forward, your large jersey hanging low and skimming the surface of the console and his arm. "I think we both know what we need, Luke." You whispered out, your lips ghosting over his neck as you continued to look up at his eyes.

Luke stared at the light that seemed like it was going to bleed to death before he sighed and looked over to you. You were right, you did know what he needed in that moment. And for the moments to come. He inaudibly gulped but his adams apple bobbed slightly as he watched a grin grow onto your face.

"Okay." He whispered out, nodding as he kept his eyes on yours.

Your grin only grew from his confirmation as you leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his. It wasn't the most comfortable position for you but that was the last of your worries at the moment. All that mattered was him.

The light turned green, illuminating your guys skin causing you to pull away and press delicate kisses to his jaw. "Take a left." You muttered against his jaw before you made your way down to his neck bringing his skin between your lips, listening to his heavy breaths as he followed your directions to your house.

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[idyat]

An idea

Hank x reader angst/fluff

Like reader getting Hurt and Hank going insanelly mad/protective over them 👀👀

Hank x reader

Insert Title

Summary: You almost die lmao

WARNINGS: Pretty hefty description of gore, blood and an almost dead body, reader gets shot lol

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The alarm screamed as you ran through the halls, emptied out gun in one hand, the other trying its best to reach for your tablet and balance the files you were told to steal at the same time.

When you got it, you checked to make sure you were going the right direction. North West, drive-through storage room, perfect.

On your way there you smashed the alarm disabler off once you passed by it, for good measure. You winced from the glass shards but at least that damn noise was finally off. Picking up a gun from a dead agent, you ran down the building to where you needed to go as fast as possible before any reinforcements come and rough you up even more than you already were.

Eventually reaching the room you were supposed to exit through, you see a strange contraption on the door. You slowed down to check it out, make sure it's not a bomb, and it's...got S.Q inscripted on it? What the fuck?

A weird machine-looking thing with S.Q's logo or whatever tapped on it, stuck on th-

You hear a click and a beeping noise.

As you turn around, you barely have time to see yellow before a shot echoes in the room.

Fuck. You forgot how clever those engineer bastards could be.

* * *

"Hank? Do you hear me?"

Hank brought his bloody hand up to his earpiece.

"Loud and clear. What do you want Doc?"

2BDamned was lucky he only interrupted Hank after he was done killing all the agents in the room, otherwise he would have gotten a way ruder response, if any at all.

Hank wasn't eager on actually listening to anything that was about to be said to him, until the name of his lover was brought up.

"They were supposed to have left the base with the documents by now, but their tracker has been backing away from the exit? I think something happened to them. North-west, 1st floor storage room."

2B didn't need to tell Hank what to do, the latter dropped the corpse he was holding and rushed out like a raging ghost, ready to mow down whatever came across his path.

* * *

The engineer dragged his last victim's body along the floor as he communicated what he found on them.

"Yup, they were the one with the files. Gotta say, I'm surprised at how easy it was to trick them, I might as well have wiggled a cardboard cutout of Nick and they would've fallen for it!"

The radio-like voice laughed before quieting down when something was said in the intercom.

"Make sure to check if they're dead. Stay wary of your surroundings too, last time we checked the rest of 'em were still here."

"Yeah yeah. I'm using a big caliber, I'm sure it'll be good."

The ATP brought the body up to his eyes. There were indeed multiple gaping holes in their body, slowly gushing out blood and leaving a red trail behind him.

"Your optimism will be your downfall engineer, be careful."

"If you say so. Hey, now that we've mentioned Nick, tell him to buy me some smokes when he lea-"

The engineer suddenly whipped his body around, gun pulled up.

"...I heard something. Over."

It's funny how serious he just got, pointing his flashlight and weapon at every corner of the room, slowly advancing, dragging your body with much more care than before.

He begins going down the hall just a little bit faster. Both out of safety, and maybe because of a tiny prick of fear.

While he power walks, he looks back behind him one last time, just to check. The next thing he knew, he bumped against a tall bloody mass.

Just like you, the last thing he saw before blacking out was the splashing of his own blood.

But despite the burning rage, the want to hear this asshole scream until its lungs were fried, the killing machine threw the two halves of the body to the wall and fell to his knees, hands shaking in a frenzy to find out how to make rudimentory treatments before his dearest bled out.

All he could do at the moment was rip up tissues to stuff into the bullet holes and wrap a bandage around the wounds. He would have just torn off hunks of his own flesh to replace yours, but he wasn't yet sure if not only that would lead to an infection or not, or if that would even work any better than cloth.

Even when unconscious, your hands twitched at his first-aid attempts. It hurt. He knew it hurt. But he couldn't do anything about it. And on fucking god if that didn't break his heart. That and the dread of watching the life essence still slowly flow out of you as he called up to Doc.

"Emergency. NOW."

He held you up and ran to the car. No one could see it, but he was praying to any deity that may be left up there for you to be okay.

Protecting you was the best thing he knew to do. Even more than murder. And failing even this once would be a fate worse than an eternity of hell.

* * *

Pain. That was all you felt as the medbay light made you tear up slightly.

You closed your eyes, trying to sleep just a bit more, and potentially numb the horrible pain in your chest, but your attention is now also caught by the muffled voices in the room.

It takes a few minutes and what feels like a few injections for you to finally fully regain consciousness. When your sight unblurs, arm on the forehead to block out the brightness and pain, you see two red circles staring down at you.

"...Hi sweetie."

Hank almost jumps in happiness to his partner speaking up, his cold and calloused hands rubbing over your arm and sides, careful not to touch your many injuries.

"Excited, big guy...?" You tiredly say as you wrapped your arm around his and kissed his wrist. Your voice was weak, but you were smiling and alive and that's all that mattered to him at that moment. "Anything...what happened...?"

"You got shot."

Your eyes widen a bit, you didn't notice 2BDamned in the room until he spoke up while analyzing you a little more.

"Well...yeah, I figured. Anything else?"

"Hank over here finally understood how to not use food wrappings as bandages."

You let out a raspy chuckle. Hank definitely didn't care though, he was too focused on making sure you wouldn't faint and die at any moment.

It took a few minutes before Doc left the room. A few minutes of desperately trying to get to you for further examination without Hank giving him a death glare and pulling his partner away, closer to him.

When 2B finally left the room, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you as gently as possible and pulled you in, resting his head in the crook of your neck and relishing in the feeling of your living skin against his.

"Hanky? You alright?"

"No."

You softly hug him back with a sympathetic look on your face. He was breathing heavily, maybe even shaking a little. He hadn't let you go ever since you woke up, in fact his grip only got tighter and tighter, as if you would fade back away the moment he stopped.

"Hey, it's okay. It was just another little shot, nothing new."

You smile and rub his back, completely unaware of the hours spent to heal you back, of how many times you've flatlined during it, of all the empty blood packets sitting in the trash bin, of how they've genuinely considered just letting you die so they can bring you back later, of all the injections, bandages, tissues, spare organs, and most impirtantly, of how fucking scared Hank was.

Could he have been there to hold your hand while you agonised under 2BDamned, god damn he would have. He would have held it tighter and with more love than any gun he's ever handled. Maybe that's why he seemed so angry at Doc. As reasonable as it was, not being able to get any closer than 10 feet from the love of his life while they were nearly dead was torture.

But it was over now. He could hold you close without your blood staining his clothes. You gotta admit, it was quite pleasant to have basically a living ice pack against you when your entire body felt like you were going through a blender.

You two kept quiet for a bit, appreciating the contact with your lover, before he whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I should've been there."

"You couldn't have known. I should have been more careful if anything."

Hank lifted his head up from your neck before grabbing your cheeks and digging his eyes into yours.

"Don't say that. You got me?"

Your smile widened a bit.

"Sure."

His head fell back onto you after that. How adorable was it to see a ruthless genocidal maniac cuddling up to you like a cat.

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"..."

"Did you save the intel?"

"Fuck if I know. Ask Doc."

"Later. I prefer cuddles right now."

I got lazy with the end sorry

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[urmomspersonalwhore]

Cold blood

-Kujou Sara/Reader, NSFW, Strap on use, pegging, Sleepover, Murders, mention of blood, killing, Rough sex, etc…

“No please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

You were at a sleepover.

Your friends, Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu and the Kamisato siblings. You all had voted on a movie and hurled up together in blankets.

You got up from the couch, struggling a bit since it was so crowded. Though, you managed to get out without tripping or stepping on anybody. Slowly walking to the bathroom, you turned on some lights to help better see as the house was extremely dark.

A sigh left your lips as you turned on the faucet, washing your face. You could never miss a day for your skin hygiene. It is the most important part of your body after all, since everybody sees it. And also, you didn't want any acne to form again.

As the cold water splashed onto your face, you heard a scream.

A blood-curdling scream.

I mean, nothing could've happened…

Right?

So you just brushed it off and thought they were playing around or whatnot.

It was until you heard loud footsteps as if someone was running and even a loud thud was when you locked the door and tried to find either a place to hide or escape.

More screams and cries can be heard while you panicked.

You were in a bathroom after all, where could you go?

So you did the most American move and went into the bathtub, turning around to see if there was a window.

None...

You sat down, holding your legs as your head came down. Tears fell onto your thighs as you sobbed. This is how you die.

You sat there, in tears until you could hear footsteps walking past the bathroom and opening a room. It's time, you slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door and then sprinted out. Instead of going down the stairs like planned, you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up to only be met with a screaming ghost mask with a black coat. Your heart practically skipped a beat, you wanted to scream so bad.

Well, at least look at the bright side. You gave time for one of your friends in the room to hide.

You stepped back, a hand bracing for a blow from her knife.

But nothing.

Instead, she had pulled your arm, pushing you against her chest once more.

You blushed before yelping as she made you fall, dropping to her knees. Her legs at either side of you.

Your eyes widen, what was she doing?

It was very evident the killer was a woman by, of course, her chest but also such a slim physique despite the strength she held.

Her dagger trailed from your throat to your shirt, cutting it open as the person husked

“Don't even think about screaming or trying to escape.” the sentence was a bit muffled by her mask but still clear.

You nodded, not wanting to anger her.

She stared at your breast before slicing it in half revealing your bare tits. Hardening at the sudden feeling of coldness.

She pulled off her mask, revealing her stern expression with piercing yellow eyes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from them until her rough and callused hands worked their way to massage them, twisting and pulling which earned her some whimpers.

She grinned, you sounded just like a whining puppy with all those sweet noises you gave her.

Sara’s hands moved to tug at your waistband, bringing both your pants and underwear down.

A toothy smile formed at the sight of your surprisingly dripping cunt.

She had to resist herself from fucking you like a dog right then and there.

Her hand teased your clit as she looked up taking in every expression or noise with a smile.

Sticking out her tongue as she gave you kitty licks on your pussy, grinning with sharp canines.

The killer’s tongue then inserted into you, thrusting inside of your tight walls as your hands gripped onto her hair.

You gripped onto her Raven-colored locks, not knowing whether to push or pull Sara.

But ultimately, your thighs wrapped around her, pushing her face deeper into your cunt as you moaned.

Cumming all over her meanwhile, she licked every drop, not wasting one bit.

Her fingers prodded at your dripping entrance, pushing in your sensitive walls.

They slowly entered, brushing against your g-spot before ruthlessly pounding into you.

Sara’s pace never stopped, abusing your pussy until she had your thighs shaking from your second orgasm. Kissing your wet core as your release washed over you, a sigh leaving your trembling lips.

She smiled,

“This is just the beginning, sweet thing.”

A Yelp emitted from you as she picked you up, bringing you to a secluded room.

Forgetting about the people she was going to kill, only focusing on absolutely ruining your body.

Your body fell onto the mattress as she dropped you.

Smiling while she crawled to you, taking off her coat which had revealed her to be wearing combat cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt.

She unzipped her lower clothing, presenting the strap that she had been hiding the whole time.

Your cunt ached, she had been wearing that the whole time?

Teeth biting at your lip as you stared at it, how were you going to take something so big?

She smirked, teasing your pussy with the tip. Rubbing it against you for a while until she slowly pushed in.

Groaning at the feel of your tight walls around her faux cock.

She leaned into you, her mouth next to your ear while heavy Huffs came from her throat.

Sara gave you a few inches before bottoming out, forcing her dick into you with a singular push.

The killer started to pound into you, a hand sliding to grip your neck. Kisses sprawled around your collarbone, with bite marks.

Skin slapping is now being heard from the room alongside the overwhelming scent of sex.

She panted next to your ear, nibbling it from time to time with each thrust.

The cock hitting your spot as she pulled in and out.

Her free hand trailed away from your hip and to the bulge appearing every time her shaft went inside of you, pushing it ever so slightly which resulted in a loud moan from you.

You held her toned shoulders, whimpering as you managed to sob a sentence

“S’close! …Please!”

She chuckled, making your core throb. Yearning for more, you pushed your hips against her to match Sara’s brutal rhythm.

Her groans became more frequent along your moans, the strap stimulating her own cunt.

She became messier, grunting into your ear while she fucks you like a mutt in heat.

You two cum, almost at the same time.

Your nails clawing her back while emitting a sob from how overstimulated you were.

Sara smirks, laying down next to you.

“Wanna be my little helper, doll?”

Note

Sorry this took so long😭

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

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[animasola86]

4: A Special Need

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Summary: Imagine: you have a weird little "hobby" that you don't want anyone to know about, but then things take a turn for the worse! In other words: Sebastian finds out about his girlfriend's little secret! Will he be jealous or will he accept it?

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader Genre: Smut // Words: 6.2k // [READ ON AO3]

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! "Object" insertion! Tentacles/Teratophilia*! Angst! Vaginal sex! Kink shaming? (Additional tags on AO3!) (Side note: if you find the idea of using a squid as a sex toy weird/uncomfortable, please think of it as a dildo/vibrator/butt plug, maybe that'll make it easier to read!) Read at your own risk!

← CHAPTER 3 - // - CHAPTER 5 →

4

Once you accepted the fact that you carried around a tiny squid in your insides that would occasionally hum and throb and poke around in there, you didn't feel as weird about it any more (because you were too busy being aroused by it).

At first it was indeed strange, especially since the small creature seemed to test your boundaries by prodding your walls and keeping you stimulated throughout the whole day – which made basic interactions with other human beings very awkward when you suddenly flinched or winced or let a surprised moan fall from your lips, but the more it teased you, the better you became at ignoring it, or rather it seemed to learn that it couldn't be doing this all the bloody time. Maybe it also slept sometimes, you had no idea.

What you did know, was that it needed constant warmth and wetness, because when you tried putting the squid into a water bowl to keep it safe, it splashed about and crawled out of the bowl immediately, humming angrily as you picked it up off the floor. You started talking to it then, telling it you couldn't have it inside your pussy all day long, but it only hummed more angrily, its tentacles clawing at your fingers, its whole body shaking in what you thought was indignation.

Because the moment you lowered your hand and brought it close to your centre, it calmed down, almost purring now, and so you sighed, went back to the bathroom and let it crawl inside you once more. The more you did that, the less disturbing it became as you watched the creature disappear inside you, but it never stopped being arousing, and that made sitting in classes (or sitting in general) very difficult.

That first day after you found it – or it found you – might have been one of the strangest days of your life, and you'd clearly had your fair share of strange days. Despite being buried deep within your tightness, the little squid reacted differently to different surroundings, different people you talked to, different smells, noises, etc., by either forcefully crawling deeper, pinching your walls as it did so (which hurt) or by rubbing its tentacles against those spots that made your legs weak (which was also bad when you tried to use those legs but at least it felt better).

You knew then that it preferred the damp dungeons to the thin air of any of the towers, the quiet of the library to the bustling of the Great Hall, and weirdly enough the cold echoes of the Undercroft to the warm and bright atmosphere of your personal Room of Requirement, where you used to spent most of your time.

And looking at the data you collected, you realized that tiny squid was a lot like your boyfriend. Though whenever you spent time with Sebastian, the thing inside you was still on the fence if it liked him or not, especially since he couldn't keep his fingers to himself and tried on more than one occasion to invade your nowadays already occupied most personal space.

You managed to keep him away from your folds as best as you could without raising suspicion, mostly by distracting him in returning the favour, but you knew you'd have to find a solution to your little problem if you ever wanted to sleep with him again, which you wanted, every damn minute of the day, especially since you were so highly stimulated all the freaking time.

And as you couldn't (and wouldn't) leave your little friend somewhere it didn't like to be, your only solution was to stuff it somewhere similarly wet and warm and tight, but the first time you even tried to coax it there by pushing two fingers into your bum to ease its passage, it forcefully crawled back into your other hole, raging inside you for the next few minutes, causing you to almost lose your footing as you tried to make it back to your dorm room without your legs giving way under the constant stimulation.

Gasping for air, you could barely close the curtains of your bed before you were on your back, panting heavily as you wrestled your clothes off your body until you were able to press both hands between your legs and ride out the sensations caused by your angry little pet. When you came with a loud moan, it stilled inside you, and you realized then that it was feeding off your juices, calmed by the contractions of your body, and while you were still breathing hard and shivering from your intense orgasm, you pushed a finger between your folds and beckoned it to come out.

Its tentacles wrapped around your finger, and you gently pulled it the rest of the way before you brought the tiny squid – that didn't look as tiny any more now that you thought about it – closer to your face. It was glistening and warm, its scent mixing with yours, and when you pressed your lips to its wide head, it hummed against you. You still didn't exactly know where its eyes were, but you looked at it and it seemed to look back, and suddenly it jumped off your hand and crawled between your sticky thighs again.

You sighed, but then you felt it prodding against the tight ring of muscles curiously, and you inhaled deeply as you spread your legs wider and lifted your hips slightly, then used your own juices as lubricant as you pushed your middle finger into your tight arse, eliciting a quiet moan from your throat. The squid kept poking at your hand, and when you retrieved your finger, it pressed into you instead, its wide head struggling to fit, but its tentacles pushed it further until it was swallowed by your eager body, the rest of its long form sliding in with ease.

You thrashed your head back and groaned at the sensation. Between waves of pleasure and growing doubts about what the hell are you even doing, you slowly came to terms that this was your new normality. A normality you wanted to have, because it would have been easy to bring the squid back to the Lake, but you didn't want to part from it, not when it could give you all these kinds of sensations you had never experienced before. And apparently it liked to be with you too, because why would it crawl into your bum otherwise?

The blush became a constant feature on your cheeks as you traversed the castle with your little friend in either of your holes, switching it up whenever you needed to, and as you became accustomed to shoving it into your body at will, it too became accustomed to your rhythm and always did what you wanted from it.

That was until you were lying on the couch in the Undercroft with Sebastian one late night, kissing and cuddling, arms and legs entangled (because despite having your own little special sex toy friend, you still love being with him, your male human friend, for countless reasons).

As you roll on top of your boyfriend, the squid inside your bum starts stirring, and you gasp into his mouth unexpectedly, wincing slightly as you feel the creature crawling deeper as if to get away from whatever is happening outside its warm, wet den.

The sensation has your muscles clenching as you try to pull it back, really not wanting it to slip into your bowels, and your concentrated face makes Sebastian frown deeply. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly, his hands cupping your flushed face.

You nod distractedly, almost unable to breathe at this point. You've currently realized that every time you have an orgasm with the squid inside you, it would feed off it and grow, being a lot bigger now than it was when you first saw it crawling out of your pussy. Hence whenever it moves inside you now with its thicker tentacles clawing at your muscles, you'd feel it a lot more.

Inhaling deeply, you try to ignore the movement inside you, not sure what to do about it anyway, so you focus back on the freckled face in front of you and smile warmly before you lean in to kiss him, but he stops you, his eyebrows raised. “Are you sure you're alright?” he repeats, and you frown at the question. “You've been slightly off the last weeks. What's wrong?”

There it is, the question you've been dreading to receive. Of course he would notice the change in you, and carrying around a little sea creature in your insides that would occasionally bring you mind-blowing orgasms surely was a change you couldn't easily hide for too long, at least not from him. He is too perceptive for his own good. Yet despite being very open with him about basically anything, you just couldn't bring yourself to admit to the fact that there is something else that brings you great joy now.

Because Sebastian Sallow is still the most jealous boy you've ever met. And usually that isn't a problem because you barely give him reasons to be jealous, if at all, but having this tiny creature giving him a run for his money, so to speak, would make even the most not-jealous person furious, you just know it. And even if you obviously haven't replaced him for the squid living inside you, it might look to him like you have.

He is always sad when he has to say goodnight to you in front of your common room, knowing he would never be able to join you in your bed (and always tells you it's not the same to sleep on the lumpy couch in the Undercroft together), and if he finds out that this small creature can and has for about a whole month occupied the space he so desperately wants to be in, how can he not be absolutely devastated about it? (Also you don't want him to think you're weird for getting aroused by having a phallic-like creature crawling into your holes...)

So you kept it to yourself.

You hate lying to him, but it's for the better. “Nothing,” you answer his question with a smile, quickly leaning in to claim his mouth for another kiss to keep him busy. “It's just all the stress... the exams... the assignments... the fear of the future,” you add with a laugh, accentuating every word with a lingering kiss. “Don't worry about me, I bet all seventh-years feel like this these days.”

He hums against you in response, a deep sound that vibrates through your body, reminding you of the thing pulsing inside your bum. Clearing your throat, you put your hands on Sebastian's face and gently caress his cheeks.

“If you distract me tonight, everything will be better, I'm sure,” you whisper and wink at him, and with another deep hum leaving his throat, he grabs your shoulders and rolls you around until your back is pressed into the lumpy cushions of the couch, and he's hovering over you, his eyes dark and intense, and you shiver deeply upon seeing the hunger within them.

You're both out of your clothes in no time, and all you can think about is being close to him, become one with him, feel his skin on yours, share the sweat and slick, the moans and groans, hear his deep voice issue all these sounds that drive you crazy with lust while his hands grip you tight enough to leave marks, and you need those marks, as a reminder that he is the most important person in your life, and vice versa. And no strange magical sea creature will ever come between you – or so you hope.

Because suddenly your thoughts are back with the pulsing thing lodged inside you, and it's not the first time you wonder how it would be for Sebastian to find the squid there on his exploration of your body. Every possible scenario you've come up with is worse than the last, and you dread the day it will eventually happen. Maybe today isn't that day, you think as he starts moving his hands along your sides whilst kissing you deeply, and you squirm beneath him, hoping he isn't too adventurous today.

You've talked about anal sex before, yet never done it, but you know he wouldn't try something new without asking you first, and as he's busy kissing along your neck and working in more love bites, you assume your arse is safe for tonight, or rather that what is hidden inside. As your body starts reacting to his touches, you feel the squid pulsing even more, adding to the growing tension inside your stomach.

And tense you are, inside and out, and you don't even know why. This isn't the first time you had sex while that tiny creature was inside you, but that's the thing: it used to be much smaller then. You might have overdone it with your alone time recently as it only has become bigger in the last days.

Your mind is spinning as you're caught up in the never-ending cycle of thinking about possible what if scenarios, and you're so distracted that you barely feel Sebastian's preparations, his fingers working swiftly, and only when he pushes his cock into you with one single hard thrust, you come back to your senses and cry out in a mixture of shock and surprise as he buries himself completely inside of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you stare up at him, propped up on his arms as his dark eyes wander over your face.

You hold onto his wrists as you start bucking your hips against him in an attempt to move along as if you haven't been lost in your own mind for the last minutes or more. He remains bent over you, his thighs pushing your legs upwards as he shifts only slightly against you. When he rests his heavy erection inside your tight walls, you can feel the squid pushing against your muscles from the other side, wanting to join the action apparently, and your eyes widen as you realize that he must feel it too, so you quickly start grinding your hips against him, clenching your walls deliberately, even grabbing the back of his neck to pull his face down to yours.

He obliges and meets your trembling lips, his kiss soft and careful, but you quickly make it messier, needier, as you deepen it with your tongue slipping into his mouth. With a deep grunt he leans down on his elbows and kisses you back with just the same amount of fervour, maybe even more. You wrap your arms around his neck and start pushing your hips upwards against him until he finally moves as well, drawing back and plunging in, over and over again, quickly falling into a steady rhythm that is both fast and deep, and it doesn't take long for you to completely succumb to the sensations.

Moaning against his lips you feel the tension inside your stomach erupting into a wave of pure pleasure as it washes over you with a force that makes your thighs twitch, your toes curl and your muscles contract violently, and in doing so you feel your insides convulsing, moving, and in your haze you barely feel the gentle caresses of these eight little arms you've grown to love so much over the last weeks. Yet once you realize that the squid is about to slip from your bum, it is already too late.

Despite being caught in his own haze as he ruts into your core with reckless abandon, he seems to feel the foreign touch as well, and you see it all unfold in slow motion. You feel too weak to do anything as your orgasm still shudders through your body, as your walls clamp down on his cock, your limbs too twitchy to control, so when his brown eyes widen slowly before he leans back on his knees and stares down at your connection, you don't have to see the tentacles wrapping themselves around his base to know what's going on.

With a deep growl that could also be a yelp or guttural scream, Sebastian jolts off you, slips from your depths as if you've never even been connected, and takes several steps away from the couch, completely ignoring his precum leaking cock, as his shaking hand points at the small creature crawling over your centre. Yet it's not the fact that there is a strange little squid seemingly coming from nowhere that has touched him at the most inappropriate time, it's the fact that you remain so calm and collected as you lie on your back, looking from the squid to your boyfriend and back, and not sharing in his panic.

That's when he explodes.

“What the fuck is that?” he yells with an anger you haven't heard from him in years.

“Sebastian...” you manage to croak out, your voice just a breathy whisper as you lower your hand towards the creature that seems to lean towards your touch, when it's suddenly grabbed by a bigger hand. “No!” you call out and sit up quickly, ignoring the trembling of your own legs, and quickly grab his wrist, keeping him from hurling the poor creature through the entirety of the Undercroft.

The stare he is giving you chills you to your bones. “What are you doing?” he says threateningly quiet, and you know he is more than pissed if he resorts to talking in this low tone.

“Don't hurt it,” you whisper, gently prying his tight fingers open to free the small squid from his crushing hold. To your surprise he lets you, and when he watches you cradle the creature between your hands, his mouth falls open. “It didn't mean any harm...” you add softly.

“You... know that thing?” he says in an even quieter voice, slipping from shock to disappointment to indignation.

You inhale deeply, feeling the squid's little arms coil around your fingers. “I... I do,” you then admit, biting your lip as you look back up at Sebastian, meeting his wide eyes that narrow as he takes in your words.

“You keep a pet squid around?” he asks in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. “Where do you even keep it? Where did it come from?”

That's when your face turns bright red, and you turn away from him, trying to find an answer that wouldn't humiliate you completely. “It... wasn't supposed to crawl out...” you whisper barely audible, your eyes frantically searching the couch and its surroundings for a possible storage place. Before you even consider a different answer than the awful truth, you feel a warm body behind you as Sebastian points past you towards the pile of clothes on the ground.

“You shouldn't keep a squid inside the pocket of your robes,” he comments, and you are tempted to laugh at how innocent and easy it would have been to tell him just that. That you keep the squid in your pocket, instead of where you really keep it.

“Yes...” you breathe, your voice about to break before you clear your throat. “You're right...”

“I suppose it got curious, huh?” he says then, leaning over you to take another, much calmer look at the creature in your hands. “Why is it so... wet?”

His words cause you to gasp and shiver. “Uh... m-magic,” you then stammer the lie that could have been the truth all along. “Keeps it... wet...”

Suddenly you feel very stupid, not just that, disturbingly weird, downright demented and perverted and absolutely disgusting, as you realize you could have kept the squid in a different kind of environment, if you so much as thought about it properly, but your lust for the sensations it invokes in you has been clouding your mind, making you think it is normal and the only way to shove that thing into your holes to keep it safe.

Shaking your head, you bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep the tears of frustration down. The creature in your hands pulses slightly, its tendrils nudging your fingers. Next to you Sebastian is watching you almost the same way the squid seems to look at you. His anger is completely gone from his face. He tilts his head, and out of the corner of your eye you see him examining the elongated body of the squid and its wide head, and you hear it in the way he inhales deeply, that his mind is slowly aligning with yours, despite everything.

“Where do you really keep that?” he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder deeply. “Because, you know, I've noticed something about that little guy...”

You hold your breath as you stare at your palms and the thing on them.

“It's rather... phallic looking, isn't it?” he keeps whispering, leaning closer to you, his warm body pressing into yours. Your hands start to tremble, and you yelp quietly when he suddenly closes his bigger hands around yours, seemingly supporting the squid on them. “Is that why you've been so distracted lately?”

His question impales you like an icicle, numbing you with a sudden cold rushing down your spine. He knows. He knows exactly where that thing has been and what you've been doing with it these last weeks, and the realization makes your heart stop. But he doesn't sound angry, he sounds... amused. Almost mocking. Definitely teasing.

And you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Preferably you and the squid, so you're not alone in your eternity in hell. Even thinking that makes you want to groan loudly, show your frustration about yourself and the situation and how you've handled it and the fact that your boyfriend knows and doesn't explode in rage and how absolutely embarrassing and mortifying and humiliating it all is and –

When you feel his lips on your burning cheek, you freeze, blinking slowly. “Red suits you, love,” he whispers and walks back to sit down on the couch, crossing his legs slightly as he looks up at you, the smuggest expression on his freckled face you have ever seen.

Swallowing hard, you meet his gaze, but you can only bear it for so long before you look back at the squid lying in your hands, gently humming, seemingly observing the scene around it – and the mayhem it has caused by slipping into your pussy in the first place. For a moment you project your anger and frustration at the stupid phallic looking thing, and it seems to sense the shift in your demeanour as its tendrils tentatively close around your fingers, gripping strongly while it pulses against your skin, trying to remind you of the good times it's given you.

“You two want to be alone then?” Sebastian's voice cuts through the little moment you had with your unusual pet, and when you look up at him, he laughs deeply as your eyes narrow and you throw him the darkest gaze you might have ever thrown him. He laughs even more at that. “Come on, love, don't be so tense... you might squish the little guy.”

“Stop!” you call out in rage as you stare at him. He raises his eyebrows, the laugh frozen on his face. “Stop with the... innuendos and the... the... just stop!” you whine out and turn away as tears start flowing down your cheeks.

You feel horrible, childish and embarrassed and deeply disturbed at your own actions. For a moment you want to hurl the squid through the Undercroft for real. But you don't, you keep it safe between your trembling fingers, as you chew on your lips and let out quiet sobs, your tears dripping from your chin and down onto its long body.

Behind you, you can hear the quiet squeak of the couch and then the tapping of bare feet coming closer. “I'm sorry,” you hear his deep whisper close to you. He still keeps his distance, but you can feel the warmth of his body, and for a moment you are tempted to turn around and throw your arms around him and bury your wet face in his chest, but you don't move, you can't, you don't know how to handle the situation.

Luckily for you, despite taking a piss out of you initially, Sebastian is better at talking than you give him credit for sometimes. “Listen,” he starts quietly, hovering behind you. “I didn't mean to belittle you like that. Or even judge you for it. That's not my place. I'm here to support you, you know that, right?”

You inhale deeply, chewing on the inside of your cheek nervously.

He keeps going. “You know, having... certain desires is something completely normal, or it should be, even if society may think differently. But it doesn't matter what others think, me included, when it comes to your happiness. And if that... thing in your hand makes you happy, then I am happy too. For you. If this is a way for you to decompress, to relieve stress, then that's totally fine. I know I can't be with you every hour of the day to do exactly that, so I am glad that you found a different way to keep your mind... well, not busy, the opposite really, uh, to keep your stress levels low by... uh... doing whatever it is you're doing...”

The more he struggles to find the right words, the more the corners of your mouth twitch. He's trying, and you love him even more for it. Holding the squid in one hand, you lower your other hand and slowly turn around to him. His gaze moves from your hand to your eyes quickly, and seeing the slight blush on his cheeks warms your heart.

But despite his stammering, he doesn't seem to be done. “And you know, I think it's... incredibly sexy to have a girlfriend who knows what she wants...” he whispers softly, giving you a warm smile as he extends his hand and gently grabs your free one. “Even if it's fucking a phallic looking sea creature...”

Your mouth falls open, and you are tempted to slap him if only you had a hand to do so. He chuckles softly and leans in to press his lips to your cheek as you struggle to free your hand from his grip.

“I'm sorry,” he says again, looking deep into your eyes as you stare at him, still indecisive whether to forgive him or not. Then again you should be grateful that he's actually trying to understand your situation instead of just fussing about it. Weirdly enough he doesn't even seem jealous. And why should he? You would never replace him with a little squid. Right?

Then again, a magical little creature like that would never look at you like he does now, saying he doesn't judge you and then still make jokes about it. But maybe that is who he is, always resorting to humour when things get too serious, too tough, too outlandish? Too strange to understand? If you look past your own lust-filled mind, you do realize that it's strange, of course it is, it's abnormal, it's – no. No, it's not. It's what makes you happy, like he said. It's only embarrassing because nobody tries to understand the needs you have.

And if that need is – yeah, we get it.

Sighing deeply, you close your eyes, press your lips into a thin line, and focus on the soft pulsing that thrums through your hand as you hold the little squid. Not as little any more, which makes the whole deal even harder to understand, but maybe it's not about understanding after all. It's about acceptance. Before anyone else, you realize you have to accept your own desires, no matter how twisted and disturbing and wrong they may be, and once you can do that, others will too – as seen by the patient gaze Sebastian is throwing you as you eventually open your eyes again.

He gently squeezes your hand, and you squeeze right back as you try to smile at him. His other hand is at your face then, as he wipes at your wet cheeks. “Come on,” he whispers and pulls you back towards the couch without another word. You follow him without hesitation. He sits down, and you sit beside him, placing the squid on your lap, watching it lie there for a moment in the groove between your closed legs, its tendrils twitching, lazily moving over your thighs towards your hidden centre.

“Eager little guy,” Sebastian comments quietly as he wraps one arm around your shoulder, joining you in watching the creature move on your lap.

“It sometimes reminds me of you, you know?” you whisper then, your voice hoarse.

He laughs. “Really?”

“It's eager, as you said, but also considerate, and seems to be able to read my mind and does everything I want... it's always there for me, it makes me happy, very happy...” you list quietly before turning your head to him, smiling shyly. “Just like you.”

He looks at you silently, his eyes warm.

“It's also, obviously, a great lover, but you knew that already, right?” you add with a smirk that finally breaks his silence as he barks a loud laugh.

“Is it better than me?” he teases, nudging your shoulder.

“Comparing people is really an unhealthy thing to do, you know?” you whisper with a quiet chuckle that makes him raise an eyebrow. “You are both very unique in everything that you do.”

His eyebrow rises even higher at that.

You lean closer and grab his chin to tilt it down before you kiss his lips softly. “Don't be jealous,” you whisper. “You have no reason to be. I love you, Sebastian,” you add, kissing him again.

He keeps staring at you before his eyes wander down to your lap where the squid is trying to press itself between your thighs, eager to get away apparently. “Maybe it is jealous...” he says quietly.

“Oh it most certainly is, it acts weird when I'm with you, it –”

His eyes narrow playfully. “Now, exactly where do you hide it, when you're with me?”

Your face turns bright red all over again. Hitting his chest, you groan. Instead of saying anything, you inhale deeply and shift on the couch, slowly opening your legs as you do so. The squid's tentacles grip your thighs as it sees its chance, and while you know what's about to happen, you look up at Sebastian, who stares at your crotch with his eyes wide and his mouth open and his face just as red as yours as he witnesses how the not so little creature presses his long body between your tight folds and vanishes inside your body in a swift motion that makes you shudder deeply.

“Bloody hell,” he whispers with his voice slightly higher than normal. “That's...” You see his lips moving, but no more sounds come from him. It's almost amusing if it wouldn't be equally mortifying. But then he finishes his sentence, and it's your turn to stare at him. “Hot. That's hot. I don't know what else to say, but you have no idea how much that turned me on just now...”

Your laugh is both surprised and soft, and when your eyes wander over his body, you laugh even louder. “Oh I have some idea...” you whisper, your hand gliding over his thigh before you pull his legs apart slightly, revealing his proudly erect cock.

He meets your gaze and smirks at you before his hands find your face and a second later his lips yours as he smashes his mouth against your own. You gasp into the sudden kiss, but quickly grab the back of his neck and kiss him back almost desperately. Happy to be back on normal terms with him, and not just that, apparently on even better ones.

You had no idea he would react like this. Not once in your many what-if-scenarios was this the outcome. And you're glad that, despite it all, he can still surprise you like that.

Somehow you end up in your original position, back pushed into the cushions of the couch with Sebastian leaning on his elbows and his body weighing down on yours. You can feel his erection pressing against your thigh, while deep inside you, the squid starts thrumming against your walls, mirroring the tension that's building in your stomach.

“So,” he whispers between kisses. “Seeing that my... favourite hole of yours... is currently... occupied... how about I... explore your other one... tonight?”

You laugh against his lips. “You don't like to share a hole?”

He frowns at that. “Would it want that?”

“Would you want that?” you ask back.

“No, no, would you want that? I'd imagine that might be rather... painful?” He watches you closely, shifting slightly on top of you.

“Painful for whom?”

“You!” he exclaims with a surprised chuckle. “Or... it? Or me? Does it bite? What if it gets jealous and strangles me with those... tentacles?”

Your turn to chuckle. “It might get territorial if it's too tight, you're right,” you then agree, smirking at him.

His concern turns into that smug expression you love and hate so much. “Better leave it alone in there. Besides, it did have its chance in your... tight... little... bum,” he then says, accentuating his words by slipping his hand under your body and teasing your puckered hole with careful little prods. “Didn't it?”

You squirm against him, laughing softly. “And you won't be sad that you're not the first to breach my... little bum?” you ask quietly, biting your swollen lip.

He gives you a playful pout before he smiles widely. “Nah, it can have that. I was your first in everything else,” he says proudly, leaning closer to kiss you deeply. “Your first kiss,” he adds and moves his hand around your hip and towards your centre. “Your first love, your first... lover, your first boyfriend, in that order,” he laughs softly, and you feel his fingers teasing your folds.

As he does, the squid inside you starts stirring, humming almost angrily, and soon enough you feel the familiar tickle of its tentacles pushing past your entrance, and when they do, you see Sebastian's eyes widening as he quickly withdraws his hand. He leans back on his knees and stares at the little tendrils protruding like angry little antennas before they slip back into you, vanishing out of sight. He clears his throat and shakes his head, exhaling a laugh.

“I might never get used to that sight...” he whispers, a slight blush spreading over his freckled shoulders. “How does it feel?” he then asks, looking back at you.

You rub your warm cheeks. “Really good,” you admit. “It's humming right now, and it can make its body soft or hard, depending on... well, what I need. And the tentacles... tickle nicely, but they also have a really strong grip, and some can become bigger and –” You stop talking as you notice the smirk on his lips, and you blush an even deeper shade of red.

“You sound happy,” he then whispers and surprises you yet again.

You smile shyly. “I am,” you reply before you reach out your arms to beckon him closer to you. He complies and lies down on top of you, his weight pushing you into the cushions. “And not because I have a... phallic looking thing inside my pussy, okay?” you clarify with a laugh as you press your lips to his warm cheek. “I'm happy because you accept me for what I am... what I do... what I... need...”

He cradles your head between his big hands and kisses you softly. “Of course, love,” he says quietly. “I'm here for you and your needs... even if I'm sometimes an idiot about it...”

You poke his jaw in response and grin at him. He smirks against your lips. “Thank you,” you whisper and close your eyes as he leans closer to plant soft kisses on your forehead, your temple and your eyelid.

“Don't thank me yet, I will ravage that sweet little bum of yours tonight,” he then says and leans back on his arms, smiling down at you despite the dark gleam in his eyes. “Right?” At least he still asks you about it.

You chuckle and nod. “Please do,” you breathe softly, biting your lip.

That's all he needs to hear before he scrambles off you and grabs your waist, almost forcefully flipping you onto your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp-laugh, feeling your insides churning in anticipation, which in turn makes the creature inside your tight walls pulse and thrum almost aggressively, its body hardening as it prods against your soft flesh. You gasp under the sensation and when Sebastian lifts your hips up and starts kneading your bum cheeks eagerly.

Your face is pressed into the cushions of the couch as you try to get into a more comfortable position. Your heart is thundering inside your chest, and you just know this will be a night to remember, all parties involved will make sure of that, you can already feel it in your aching muscles.

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Notes: Originally this is where the "short fic/long oneshot" ends, but I kept writing and writing, and two more chapters came from my fingers... so there'll be more, much more of this filthy little tale!

*Also I'm not too sure I labeled this right. A squid isn't technically a monster (even though it's closest because of its tentacles and magical nature I guess?), so it's not technically Teratophilia (attraction to monsters), but I also don't want to call this Zoophilia (attraction to animals) because even though a squid is more or less an animal, it just gives off a different vibe. Maybe it's more akin to Ophidiophilia (attraction to snakes)... Difficult thing, these niche kinks.

The time I spent worrying about the correct label when this is just a silly little smut fic. Oh well.

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Jason with a child reader who loves swimming,mud,anything to do with water and a mess💀Like he could be looking out a window and thinking"Oh it's about to rain.."

And the reader,as soon as they see rain start falling they shout and scream to go outside and play in the rain and jump in mud puddles

Or like-one day the reader goes to the docks with Jason and he's just watching the reader with the most intense stare,but-reader-reader just does this tiny little jump into the water and goes under the water and Jason absolutely FREAKS until they come back up and swim up to the dock and look at him with the biggest smile lmao

Insert jason having a mental heart attack because WATER=BAD/DEATH

Last post before I suffer the consequences of having to go to school and return at 3 pm.

So reckless!

Jason voorhees x child! reader (pla)

It's absolutely hell for Jason. I mean come on what do you think will happen when a person who's scared of water/drowning meets another who loves water.

Jason hated the rain for two reasons. One, it was like being drowned and two it reminds him of drowning, especially heavy rain. So he's aging a shit ton every time you run to it.

*scared about reader being in the rain noises*

*happy child reader in the rain noises*

Sometimes you scream while playing and it freaks him out every time,

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Jason put on his jacket and prepared for hunting for today's feast. He sure as hell doesn't know how to cook but his mom's there... Spiritually. You wanted to go too which he didn't object to. Everything was sailing smoothly but then one droplet hit his head... And then another one and another until it was now full on raining on both of y'alls heads.

He freezed and rushed inside, thinking you followed him too until he looked back and was horrified at the sight of you running and jumping around in the rain. And then you shouted and that's when he bolted back to drag you inside the house. he looked all around you, expecting some kind of injury but there were none.

"I was having fun dad, why did you bring me inside!"

Then Jason didn't understand why you screamed, and considering his lack of verbal communication he wasn't able to get his answer and question.

And then you immediately ran to the rain again and when you screamed a second time Jason understood why. And then you had the audacity to jump in a muddy puddle and trip and make a mess out fo yourself, still laughing in the process. Oh boy this was about to be one hell of a day.

Though trying to catch you was a bit of a challenge, he couldn't completely disagree that he didn't have quite a bit of fun while out in the rain with you. But he wanted you inside immediately regardless.

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Or that one time you almost scared him to death again when you jumped into the lake.

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Despite his muted protests, he just couldn't directly say no to your face when you wanted to play around the docks. And he made sure to watch over you with the most intense look on his eyes ever.

He doesn't get why water was so fun for you. I mean he can name a million fun things you could do that doesn't involve water. He wonders how he ended up with such a chaotic child such as this. Not that he wants to switch though.

But he doesn't need to focus about that right now. What he needs to focus on is you and the dangerously small distance between you and the lake.

He was fighting the urge to run over and put you away from the docks whenever you crouched down to look at the water and for ONE second did he look away.

He looked away and heard the blood draining sound of a big splash and he whipped his head to where you were so fast and started rolling on the ground and continously shitting himself when he saw you fell into the water for a second then ran his ass to where you fell to pull you back up but froze and frantically looked for you with his eyes.

He was about to cry so hard until he saw your head pop out from under the water and swim up to him, he was in shock so he just stared at you getting out of the water and climb up the docks and smiled at him as if you didn't almost just die. (what he thinks)

He never wanted to bring you anywhere near that area again. Ever. He almost died a second time of a heart attack, he thought you fucking died and exploded.

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It's an overall stressful job and life for Jason but aren't all parent's life. Yeah sure what you do is like dancing on thin ice but he wouldn't ever trade you for the world. He means it.

Omg this is so out of my writing style and idk and this was too short, but like I hope you liked it bro 😔💪

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[blue-sadie]

Best Friend's Brother

Luke Skywalker x Reader

Summary: based off of this post

Warning: kitchen sex, almost caught

I tossed and turned in my make shift bed it was soo uncomfortable I'm over here so often but she doesn't get the hint to get another bed or something "fuck it" I grumbled getting up and stretching out my sore limps.

I looked over to leia she layed still letting out soft snores I rolled my eyes she can sleep through anything, I walked out the room stumbling over a few of her things that were scattered across her room as I existed her room.

The hallway was lit by a dim light, I walked to the bathroom to splash my face and stared at my face in the mirror I was so tired but uncomfortable at the same time, "yn of fuck" I froze where was that coming from.

"S-shit" I followed the noise and was shocked as I came to leia older brothers room, it was slightly creaked open "fuck you feel so good" he groaned and my eyes widened as I saw him jerking off while moaning out my name.

I tripped over my own feet as I tried moving away alerting him "fuck" I whispered running into leias room jumping into my bed quickly covering myself in the little blankets and pretended to be asleep.

Luke peered into the room quietly calling out to me but I didn't respond and waited for him to leave, once he left and I heard him shut the door I released an uneven breath he sounded so fucking good I bit my lip to suppress a moan and clamped my thighs together.

I rubbed my thighs together my eyes fluttering in pleasure but i sighed out in frustration this is wrong and slammed my head back against my pillow turning over and closed my eyes telling myself it will all be better in the morning. But i was wrong.

I couldn't even meet his gaze in the morning and squirmed or muster up words if I was alone in a room with him images of the night before flashed through my mind every time he caught my gaze.

"I'm gonna go out quickly stay here" leia said "n-no don't leave" I shouted making her give me a confused look "why" she asked and luke cleared his throat "yea why yn" he teased making leia roll her eyes "I'll see you later" she murmured and walked out the door before I could even protest.

I hit the counter huffing to myself and gasped as I felt his hot breath hit my neck and he body pressed up against mine "so does my little sister know her friend is a pervert" he growled into my ear I turned quickly and stared up at him "does she know her brother jerks off to the thought of her best friend" I fought back.

I started pulling at the ends of my skirt his gaze making my skin feel ablaze "well it's her fault she's friends with someone so fucking hot" he growled bringing his face closer to mine.

My breathe hitched my eyes moving between his eyes and lips, the edges of his lips twitched upwards as he caught my actions "and you know that don't you" he murmured and pressed his lips to mine, I gasped out of shock and he used it to his advantage and stuck his tongue inside.

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him closer, our moans mixing together "you tell leia and I'll fucking kill you" I muttered pulling away he laughed loudly and shock his head playfully as his hands gripped my hips hoisting me onto the counter and forced my legs to wrap around his waist.

"And have to deal with her complaining no way" he chuckled bringing his lips to my neck making small moans and whines escape my mouth, he nipped and sucked my skin as his hands started to play with my skirt.

His hands swiftly moved my panties aside and slowly inserted his two fingers into me slowly scissoring me as he pumped them in and out my arms wrapped around his neck tightly and my breath quickened as I moaned.

"Fuck do you like that princess" he murmured softly into my ear his eyes watching my every expression I looked away only for him to use his free hand to make me face him again "say that you love how I make you feel" he growled.

I bit my lip nervously "I love how you make me feel" I whimpered my eyes becoming half lidded as my climax started to near he chuckled softly and used his thumb to rub my clit.

"Fuck" I threw my head back moaning out as I came "s-shit yn you sound better then I imagined" he muttered curling his fingers inside me.

"L-luke" I whined at my sensitiveness my hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he slowly pulled out "we only just started baby" he chuckled and moved his hands to his jeans undoing the zipper.

"What if we get caught" my mind was telling me to stop but my body was craving him "we wont" he bit his lip smirking as he took out his cock the tip already ozing with precum.

"I need you luke" I whined and kissed him deeply he pushed himself inside me slowly grinning against my lips as my body shivered.

I moaned out pulling away from him as he started to thrust into me his pace fast and hard "shit" he growled out loudly as his hands settled on my hips keeping me in place.

Our moans and groans echoing through the empty house "l-luke" I whined out pulling him against me full as I attached my lips back to his.

One of his hands slowly shifted up my body all the way to the back of my neck he tugged on my head hard making me groan out in pain, he moved his lips to my neck kissing and sucking on it.

"Fuck baby I'm getting close" he groaned against my skin I clenched around him to signaling I was too "shit that feels good" he growled out through gritted teeth.

My nails dug into his shoulders as he started to pulse inside me "cum in me" I begged him he grinned wildly and did his final thrust before we cam "fuck" we cried out together our breathless pants filled the room.

"I love you so much yn" he panted and pulled me into a passionate kiss "I'm home" we pulled pulled apart and quickly made ourselves look presentable luke quickly stuffing himself back into his pants and moving to the other side of the kitchen she walked in carrying a few bags and placed them on the counter.

"I bought snacks"

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[coco-bean-1218]

Chuck/Claire "why couldn't it have been us in the end?" For the five lines fic game??

Oh, my dear sweet anon, you are not prepared for the angst I have in mind.

This is wayyyyy more than 5 lines, but I couldn’t help myself!

So, here is a potential outcome in which Claire chooses someone else. You can insert whoever you want to be her fiancé.

Feel free to like, comment and reblog!

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August, 1946

It was Easy Company's first annual reunion, and every member who could come was there. Claire was glad to see her fellow paratroopers again. It had been a little bit under a year since they had last been together. The party had been going on for a while, and Claire found herself in need of a moment of quiet reflection. She wandered through the venue, her eyes scanning the room in search of a place where she could gather her thoughts.

After a few moments, she saw Grant standing against the wall, drink in hand, and decided to walk over.

"I was wondering where you went," she said as she approached him.

"I was just trying to get a break from the noise," he replied with a weary smile. "You know how it is at reunions."

She offered him an inviting smile. "Care to join me outside?"

He shrugged, a sense of relief washing over him. "Sure, why not?"

As they stepped outside, Claire took a deep breath of fresh air. The noise of the venue seemed to fade away as they walked along the garden path.

"That's quite the ring you've got there," Grant commented on the ring that sparkled in the moonlight.

"Oh, this?" she held up her hand, examining the ring in the moonlight. "It's...uh...blue topaz, my birthstone."

Grant's eyes lingered on the ring for a moment. "I remember," he said softly.

You're coming to the wedding, right?" she asked eagerly.

Grant nodded. "Of course," he replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't?" he added. 

Claire smiled at him, relieved by his response.

As they continued walking, Claire noticed a fountain that caught her interest. She walked up to it, captivated by the gentle splashing sound and the mesmerizing reflections of the moonlight in the water. Grant, sensing Claire's curiosity, joined her beside the fountain. They stood side by side, watching the reflections of the moon dance on the water's surface.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Claire said, her voice filled with wonder.

Grant nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is," he replied, but his eyes weren't fixed on the fountain. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Claire. She was the real beauty of the night, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was the one who captivated him, body and soul.

Without warning, Grant spoke up again, his voice filled with sadness and longing. "Why couldn't it have been us in the end?" his voice barely above a whisper.

The question shocked both himself and Claire. Grant hadn’t intended to speak his thoughts so openly, but the words had already left his lips, echoing in the silent night.

Grant's question had stunned them both. Why couldn't it have been them in the end? The words hung in the air, filled with regret and a sense of missed opportunity. Claire felt her heart shatter as tears welled up in Grant's eyes. She could see the pain etched on his face, and it made her own heart ache. She took a shaky breath and tried to find the words to answer him.

"Grant, I don't… I don't know," she said softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she could feel the tears threatening to spill over.

Grant shook his head, his voice filled with regret. "No, you don't."

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HOLY SHIT THIS WAS WORSE THAN THE LAST POST-WAR CLAIRE AND GRANT 😭

#well behaved women never make history #wbwnmh #band of brothers #writing help #chuck grant #chuck grant x ofc

[eyndr-stories]

Untitled Goose Fic

In Summary:

It's a lovely night in Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, and you are a horrible goose. That's it that's the fic lmao

Super short, just the one chapter, and packed full of silly shenanigans! You are a goose a la 'untitled goose game' and you decide to have some good silly goose fun for a night in the plex! You confuse and maybe even befriend baffled animatronics and knock a lot of things over and do a considerable amount of honking. That's all, its just a silly fun little fic! Enjoy!! <3

Things To Know:

Not a lot to warn for this one! Not even any swearing. You (the goose) are never really in danger. Well, you do break a window, but you are unharmed from the afair lol

Reader insert, you're a goose!

Just a touch under 6,000 words in total

No dialogue, as a goose you are unconcerned with the nonsense noises other creatures make

No afton or vanny, barely any plot to this at all. the only antagonist really is you haha

You really just run around in the plex for a night and cause a lot of ultimately harmless trouble. That's it!

Ao3 link here!

     It’s a lovely night in Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza-Plex, and you are a horrible goose.

     It couldn’t be said how a whole entire goose found their way into one of the most secure buildings in the city, one fateful night. Genuinely, the day following had the employees scratching their noggins cluelessly as they poured over security footage trying to figure it out.

     Regardless, there you were, a glorious grey feathered goose, standing proud on two little orange flipper feet by the main entrance, locked and heavy shutter doors behind you and neon-lit grand halls before you. It didn’t matter how you’d gotten in, because when a goose wants something, by golly there isn’t a force on this earth or beyond that can stop them.

     And what you wanted was, of course, to cause as much mischief as physically possible in the next six hours before the building opened once more.

     The trash cans were a perfect place to start. They were nearly twice as tall as you, and cutely decorated with fun colors. The empty cans were no match for you, toppling with minimal effort beneath your mighty will. Letting out a triumphant honk, and now with a taste for success and eager for more, you turned your long neck and swiveled your sights for the next target of your shenanigans.

     Movement caught your eye beyond the empty ticket lines. You waddled over to the gates and peeked underneath one. A pair of robotic guards wheeled themselves in synchronization around a fountain, protecting the way past shuttered shops and up to the next floor. These bots, you noticed, were wearing fancy hats.

     You would look so dashing wearing one of those hats…

     Now with a new objective acquired, you squeezed under the gate and waddled around the perimeter of the two bot’s paths, your flipper feet slapping against the tile floor. You waited for an opening, then dashed across the floor towards the fountain. You flapped your majestic wings as you neared, and with a hop, you landed on the wide rim of the fountain.

     You paused upon realizing just how shiny the water was. Ah, but this was a trick you’d fallen for before- it wasn’t the water that was shiny, it was the coins scattered below the surface. Those might be useful later, but for now, you already had a mission to complete.

     The robots were wheeling their way back around, so you quickly hopped into the water and ducked to hide yourself from view, peeking just barely over the ledge. You waited for one of the bots to get close enough, and then let out a quiet honk.

     The bot stopped and turned towards the noise, but you’d already ducked back down. You heard the quiet whir of a motor as the bot rolled closer to investigate. You waited patiently until the bot peeked over the rim of the fountain.

     With a big splash and several flaps of your wings, you launched yourself up out of the water at the bot. You straightened your neck and snapped your beak shut over the bill of the hat as you crashed into the bot, sending you both toppling backwards.

     The bot seemed to be water proof, but with the amount of water you’d splashed onto the floor, the bot’s wheels had a hard time keeping their traction, and the bot was unable to keep from slipping and tipping backwards, crashing onto their back. They fumbled with their funky hands, trying to grab you, but you were already using the robot’s head as a launching point to propel yourself away from the situation.

     You landed smoothly a few feet away, leaving the flailing robot behind. The other bot was after you now though, having seen the commotion. With your prize gripped tight in your beak, you waddled for the stairs as fast as your little legs would carry you.

     You hopped your way nearly halfway up the staircase before you realized you were no longer being pursued; it seemed the bots with their wheels could not navigate the steps. Success!

     What was even better, you had a perfect view to watch as the second bot attempted to help right the downed bot. The second bot’s wheels slipped in the water puddle, and they fell atop the first bot, who flung their arms out in defeat. A third bot, this one wielding a mop, made their way towards the scene as you honked in delight.

     It took some careful positioning with the help of the edge of a stair, but you managed to get the hat you’d stolen on your head. Curses! The hat was far too big for your little goose head. It obscured almost your entire vision and wobbled loosely as you turned your head. Ah, well. You discarded the hat and your interest in it, leaving both behind as you carried on up the steps, hoping for more correctly sized hats in the areas beyond.

     Peeking over the top steps, you spied another robot rolling around up here. You weren’t interested in them; you’d already had your fun with the first bots. You ducked instead around the corner and down a long hall.

     This area was thankfully devoid of pesky bots. The hall lead you to a wide and disappointing shutter door. You were approaching the door to give it a disdainful peck, but it slid open on its own as you neared. Ha! As it should; as a gorgeous goose, the world should rightfully bend to your every wish!

     Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of interest in the room beyond. You were about to turn tail and head back the way you’d came, but you spied a colorful sort of hole in the far wall, right at your height, and sized just for you. As all things should be!

     You waddled over to investigate. The tunnel curved downwards.

     Where did this funny tunnel go??

     Curious, you stepped into the tunnel. You took only a step before realizing just how slippery this tunnel was. Your flippered feet were no match for the trackless texture, and you were suddenly sliding down the tunnel.

     With an undignified honk, you landed in what you quickly realized was a horrible mockery of a pond. Instead of water, you found yourself swimming in colorful orbs, which were just as slippery as the tunnel had been. You flapped your wings and struggled to get any sort of footing or stability. After quite a lot of struggling and desperate honks, you managed to kick your way to shore. The ground here was squishy and unstable beneath your flippers, like loose mud, but it was still much better than the cursed orbs.

     With your feathers sufficiently ruffled, you hissed disdainfully at the pond of orbs, then turned to face this weird new place you’d found yourself in.

     You were often baffled by some of the structures those silly humans would construct, but this place topped them all. The ceiling was almost like the sky, but you knew stars, and while these lights were similar, they didn’t quite make the cut. They did provide enough dim light to see that there were places here to climb, places to hide, places to perch. And all of it was just your size! Every opening and tunnel, while maybe a tad bit big, were definitely much more goose-size than human-size. these funny structures may be odd, but they were clearly just for you!

     You were excited to explore, but before you could put your first flipper forward, you heard a noise behind you. It seemed your struggle with the cursed pond had attracted some unwanted attention.

     You were already spreading your wings to intimidate this new foe before you even got a good look at them. When you did, confusion had you pausing to deliberate.

     This creature coming out of the orb pond didn’t look like a human at first, but the longer you looked at them, the more human-like they seemed. They had the right number of limbs for a human, and they were roughly human-shaped, but the coloring was strange, and you couldn’t recall any humans you’d seen being quite this shiny.

     Speaking of shiny, your eyes locked on something especially shiny; this not-human creature was wearing a hat, and while unfortunately it looked much too big for your head, at the end of this long hat was a beautiful shiny golden bell. Even better- there were several more smaller bells tied on pretty red ribbons to the not-human’s wrists.

     You desperately wanted one of those bells, preferably the big one. And what a goose wants, they get.

     The not-human was making some very human-like noises at you, but you had never been very concerned with the strange noises of humans. All you were concerned about right now was that big shiny bell, and how to get it.

     You folded your wings and honked experimentally. You knew from experience that sometimes, if you appeared friendly, small humans would sometimes approach, bringing with them whatever tasty snacks or shiny objects they were holding. This creature was not small, and you were barely convinced they were human, but it was worth a shot.

     Sure enough, the creature crouched down. Their head spun strangely at you, swinging that beautiful bell around. It rang prettily, steeling your resolve even further. You bobbed your head and took a step closer, eyes locked on your prize. The creature watched you curiously as you approached, unaware of your plots.

     As soon as you were close enough, you extended your neck and snapped up the end of the creature’s hat. You pulled backwards, flapping your wings to assist, and yanked the hat free. The creature made a noise of surprise, but you were already fleeing the other way, hat and attached bell firmly in your grasp. You waddled into one of the plentiful hiding spaces nearby, carrying your lovely prize through winding tunnels.

     You could hear the not-human outside, making all kinds of loud and upset noises, but you were unbothered. You found a corner beside another one of those slippery tunnels and dropped your prize. You pecked at the bell. It jingled merrily, and you honked in delight.

     You were so enraptured by the resplendence of the bell, you didn’t notice that the not-human’s noises were getting louder until it was too late. They were clambering through the tunnels after you, somehow maneuvering their much larger frame through the space with minimal trouble. You tried to fan your wings threateningly, but you couldn’t unfold them to their full extent in the cramped space. The not-human grabbed for the hat and your beautiful bell. You hissed and tried to bite their hand, but it was as hard as stone. You were unable to deter the not-human as they snatched their hat back.

     You honked angrily and stamped your little feet. This was an outrage! The not-human had just stolen your bell!!

     The not-human fixed you with its gaze, then reached for you next, making more nonsense human noises at you. You did not want to be grabbed, so you quickly spun around, flapping your wings, and dove down the slippery tunnel. You felt the not-humans fingers on the backs of your wings, but they were unable to grab you before you slipped out of reach.

     The tunnel spat you back out on the other side of the structure, putting it between you and the orb pond. You could hear the not-human already clambering after you, so you hurried off in search of a new hidey-hole.

     You couldn’t spot anywhere to hide small enough that the not-human wouldn’t be able to follow. You did spy a very bright and shiny glowing square on the near wall, though. Instantly changing focus, you stopped to peck at the shiny square, hoping it was something you could grab. A consolidation prize perhaps, for loosing your beloved bell. You had to take a running start and jump for it, but you managed to peck at the square.

     You were unable to grab the shiny thing. In fact, it stopped being shiny altogether. Also, it was suddenly a lot brighter, as if the full moon had just come out from behind the cover of clouds.

     Now disinterested in the weird little square, you turned to resume your original task of hiding from the not-human. You turned back around, but the not-human was nowhere to be seen.

     Even stranger, standing a few feet away was an entirely different not-human creature. This one had strange pointy hair all around their face, and they were an entirely different and still not typical-human color. You swiveled your head around, but you couldn’t spot the first not-human anywhere. Perhaps they’d only wanted their hat back and had given up on grabbing you?

     This new creature was making all kinds of human-like noises at you. They sat down and leaned forwards, offering a hand out to you.

     You were about to tell this not-human to keep their distance with a nip, but you noticed that they had small bells tied to their wrists too, just like the first not-human. They weren’t as big and beautiful as the bell you’d lost, but they were still very nice. You nodded your head closer, wondering if you could nab these.

     The not-human saw this as an invitation, and reached closer to you. They pet your head, making happy noises at you as they did. You might have been annoyed, but that actually did feel quite nice, and the sound the tiny bells made was lovely. You allowed the not-human to smooth out your ruffled feathers for a moment.

     The not-human’s other arm rested idly over the ground. You eyed the bells on that wrist, wondering how tightly they were tied on. You gave them an experimental nip. The bells jingled lightly. You let out a cheerful honk and jostled them again.

     The not-human made another noise, then pulled their other hand away. They deftly undid the knot holding the bells on their wrist in place. They held either end of the pretty red ribbon in their hands, then carefully came towards you again. A moment later, the bells were tied snugly around your neck.

     You wiggled your neck, and sure enough, the bells sang sweetly. And the ribbon looked so dashing too! Delighted, you honked happily and shook the bells again.

     The not-human made a happy noise and clapped their hands. They made more noises, then held up one of their fingers before jumping up and running off.

     Huh, they must have other business to attend to. Unconcerned by the creature’s affairs and pleased with the positive exchange, you turned and left to get back to your own business.

     You spied a very tall set of doors, through the crack in which you could see someplace new beyond. It took a bit of pecking and some nudging, but you had the door pushed open in no time. You slipped through and waddled on your way. There was still quite a lot of time left in the night, and plenty more mischief to be had.

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     As a goose, you know that you are a wonderful and powerful creature. There isn't much that stands in your way when you get your heart set on something. However, there are still trials and challenges every goose comes to face at some point or another. There are even, at times, enemies.

     You’ve seen wild dogs before, but none quite as fearsome as this one. This creature had the head of a wolf, claws and tail to boot, but it stood with the form of a human, giving them extra height. The two of you spotted each other at the same moment, both frozen in each other’s gaze.

     The air was tense, and you were nervous. You do not typically run from a fight, but this human-wolf was a bit much even for you. You turned tail and fled for your life. Luckily, the wolf did not think it wise to pursue, and you quickly left the creature behind.

     The room you’d fled into lead you instead to a different creature, another part human, part something else sort of being. You were starting to sense a theme with this place. Is this strange place how humans come to be?? If you stayed here long enough, would you start to become more human-like too?

     Putting your contemplative queries aside for now, you studied this new creature. They were, to your delight, adorned with feathers and a sharp yellow beak. You honked a polite hello.

     The creature jumped, startled by the noise. They turned away from an empty trash can and looked at you. They made some surprised human noises at you, to your despair.

     You tried honking again, not giving up on striking up a friendly conversation just yet. There was a pause, and then the bird-human gave you a friendly bock and some clucks.

     Ah, they spoke a different language! Unfortunately, you hadn’t paid any attention in goose school, and barely had a hatchling’s grasp of chicken.

     You managed an awkward but polite hello and attempted to tell the bird-human that you only spoke goose. Unfortunately, after a few more exchanged clucks and bocks, you gathered that they did not speak your language either.

     The bird-human made a few sad noises and nudged the empty garbage can. Ah, they were lamenting their hunger to you. You recalled all the cans you’d toppled so far had been empty as well. Usually cans like these had human treats inside to snack on, but it seemed both you and the bird-human hadn’t had much luck tonight. You still delighted in toppling the cans, but understood the let down of a sub-par can on an empty stomach.

     Maybe there was still some way you could help a feathered fowl friend out. You knew how bad feeling hungry made you feel, and you hated to think your new bird-human friend was feeling that way.

     Your mind returned to the shiny water of the fountain by the building’s entrance. You knew a trick to turn the shiny coins in the water into food, but there were apparently wolves on the prowl. But… you’d rather not let your new friend face the wolf in search of food. And you knew about the wolf and their general location, so surely it was safer for you to go anyways.

     You decided you would be brave in the name of friendship with this strange bird-human. You honked a quick goodbye, saying you’d be right back, though you weren’t sure if your friend understood. They watched you curiously as you left.

     Luckily, you made it past the wolf-human without issue. Perhaps they’d moved on to a different area… you’d have to keep an eye out to be sure you didn’t run into them again. In the meantime, you returned to the fountain at the front of the building.

     Those robots from before were back on their regular paths, and the puddle you’d made had been mopped up. Even so, you didn’t have too much trouble sneaking through to the fountain. You dove into the water and scooped up a beak full of shiny coins. You did have to make a hasty escape as the sound of your new bells drew the bot’s attention, but knowing they couldn’t pursue you up the stairs made your escape relatively easy.

     On the way back, you found exactly what you were looking for. This building had several of these big glowing human-made machines. They turned these shiny human coins into tasty snacks, and all you had to do was put enough shiny coins into the machine and peck at the buttons. This didn’t work all of the time, and sometimes the machines wanted more coins than others, but you were hoping the coins you had were enough.

     Luck was on your side tonight. The machine gifted you with a shiny little package in exchange for your coins. You resisted the urge to tear into the package right then and there, and instead gently grabbed the package and carried it back towards your bird-human friend.

     You announced your presence with a muffled but triumphant honk as you nudged your way back into the room. Your friend was here waiting for you, and made a surprised noise at your return.

     You waddled forwards and set the package in front of your friend. You honked, telling them the food was for them. You stood proud and pleased as they picked up the package and examined it. With the skillful fingers of a human, your friend opened and peeled away the shiny outside, revealing the tasty food within.

     You couldn’t understand chicken, but you knew a happy sound when you heard it. Your friend ate the snack you’d gotten for them, but they broke off a piece and held it out for you.

     They were sharing?? How sweet! This must be a thanks for your effort. You accepted and ate the offered piece. It was quite tasty, as most human foods were.

     Your friend ate the rest of the food, including the shiny outside. They gently pat your head and made more happy noises at you. You replied with a humble honk.

     With an alliance struck, you decided to keep exploring for a bit. Beyond another door, you found a strange sort of tunnel network with confusingly connected pathways. The walls were all colored strangely, and you couldn’t make much sense of it. You did manage to find a small off-chute that was much more your size. You had to duck a little, but you fit through the opening with ease. This tunnel was much smoother, and your flippered feet echoed as you waddled through, but luckily you didn’t have too much trouble navigating it.

     At least, until the spider creature already living in this tunnel came chasing you down one of the off chutes.

     The spider scurried around and clapped its noisy hands at you until you tumbled out of the tunnel. It didn’t pursue you outside of the tunnel, so you relaxed and got your bearings.

     You were standing on a mesh pathway, hanging high above thankfully orb-less ponds and bushy plants and strange grass. A few of the ponds were unfortunately occupied by alligators… crocodiles? You couldn't tell the difference; they all looked really strange. They were acting strange too, each one popping out of the water to lurch towards the same spots. You couldn't see what they were trying to jump at, if anything.

     It could be a trick, you'd seen fake predators before. Thoughtful humans liked to put them out sometimes in gardens, to keep other creatures away from your food. That’s what these gators must be, just fakes. Which meant there was likely a garden of some sort nearby. Score!

     You spread your wings and flew down, landing in a pond. You realized the ponds were not actually entirely orb-free, but were still almost entirely water. Small orbs of all different colors littered the bottom of the pond. You dove down and gave one an experimental peck, but it was as hard as a rock. Not food, and not even especially shiny. You quickly lost interest in the orbs.

     You climbed out of the pond and shook off the excess water. You were pleased to hear your little bells chime as you did. You started waddling around to investigate the area, searching for this alleged garden. You didn't make it very far before you encountered another creature, this one decidedly not fake.

     The gator-human pointed a finger at you as they made confused noises, then swiveled their snout skywards. They looked back at you. Meanwhile you were definitely not panicking over the fact that one of the gators had turned out to be real after all. This was no time to loose your cool, though.

     You didn't have the advantage of numbers, so your best bet to defeat this foe was to make yourself as big and intimidating as possible. You fanned out your feathers and stood as tall as you could, then let loose your most vicious hiss as you stared the gator-human down.

     The gator-human only stared at you. Drat! This must be quite the foe, to not even flinch in the face of your ferocious display. If you were quick, maybe you could still flee.

     Your wings were already out, so you took off, veering sharply to the left. The gator-human made more noises at you, but you quickly left them behind. You spied another door from the air, and put on an extra burst of speed, getting there with enough time to spare to get the door open in case the gator-human was in pursuit.

     You left the gator infested ponds behind, and whatever secret gardens they might be hiding. Defeated, you waddled your way down the hall.

     Honestly, you'd thought there would be way more mischief to be had here. Sure, you'd had quite a bit of fun at first, but if you kept running into predators like this, you might as well call the whole thing off. It was getting close to opening time by now anyways, and you didn't really want to be here when all the humans came back.

     You found your way into a wider curved hall. As a goose, your innate sense of direction was of course incredible, so you knew you weren't far at all from the entrance. You jingled miserably down the hall, weaving around tall square stumps with shiny glass tops. There were strange objects on display atop each stump, but you didn’t feel very motivated to do anything about them.

     At least you'd gotten these nice bells out of all of this. Their lovely sound had you holding your beak a little higher. As you did, you caught sight of movement to your right.

     Beyond a wall of glass and a partially withdrawn curtain was a small room you could see the entirety of. The room was full of small grabbable objects, but what had initially drawn your attention was another partly human creature. This one was yet another predator- a bear. They hadn't noticed you yet, as they were preoccupied with one of those long noise making machines you'd seen humans use before. The humans would whack the machine repeatedly and it would make all kinds of noises, some more grating than others. You were fully prepared to turn tail and skedaddle, but before you could, you spotted something atop the bear's head.

     No… it couldn't be.

     Sitting on the top of the bear's head was the most stylish hat you'd ever seen. And it was just your size. It was much too small for the bear! Surely such a hat would look much better on your head.

     That settled it. Regardless of the bear, you were not leaving here without that hat.

     Exploring the perimeter of the room, you found a door that would let you inside, but it rudely refused to open for you. Studying the door, you realized you'd seen doors like this before. The door would only open if you put one of those little human devices on the glowing square next to the door. The device you knew was rectangular, thin, usually shiny, and floated in water. If there were a human nearby you might be able to nab one, but alas, there were no humans. You'd have to find one elsewhere.

     You fixed your goosey gaze back on the hall. There were many objects to be grabbed here atop those square stumps, but none were the device you sought. You decided to explore a little more to see if you'd have better luck elsewhere. You'd get that hat, one way or another. Your heart was set on it now. You really needed the win, after all the trials of the night.

     Your exploration lead you to another door you couldn't open. This one was different, it had no panel and required a different kind of human device. You could only handle so many rude doors at once. Maybe there was a different way inside? This door had a window, big enough for you to fit through, if only there weren't a pane of glass in the way.

     Glass you knew could be broken, but you had to be careful, because glass could bite you if it was broken. You were more a much more brash goose than a careful one, but you were running out of time. You returned to the hall where you'd spotted your future hat and took a look at the square stumps once more.

     You needed something heavy looking, maybe even sharp. Just your luck, you found an item on display that fit the bill exactly. It was dull and not very shiny, but it looked heavy, and the object curled into a point on one end. Some sort of hook? Whatever it was, it would suit your needs perfectly.

     With a flap of your wings and a well placed flipper kick, you put your trash can tipping experience to use and toppled the stump. The glass top luckily didn't shatter, but it did pop right off as it hit the floor, and the object inside rolled across the carpet. You allowed for a victory honk before getting back to business. The hook was heavy, just as you'd suspected, but it was no match for your strong and incredible goose powers. You hefted it back over to the windowed door.

     Your first attempt to fly at the door and launch the hook at the window was unsuccessful, as was your second. You were determined, though. You thought of that stylish hat, more stylish than any other hat you'd ever seen before, and how incredible you would look wearing it. Your third attempt went better- the point of your hook hit the glass window straight on, and the glass started to break, spider webs of fractures appearing within the frame.

     With one last attempt, you finally shattered the window. Your hook clattered to the floor on the other side along with a shower of broken glass. You wasted no time climbing through the window. Thankfully, you managed to avoid getting bit by any glass.

     You explored the small room, but your hope began to wane as you realized how boring this room was. You stood atop a desk and took in a few boring human machines and an uncomfortable looking chair. There were a few small objects on the desk, and some uninteresting boxes along the left wall. No rectangle devices. Curses! After all that, your efforts had been fruitless.

     You did find on the desk something that looked a lot like the bear-human you'd seen. It was just a head though, some sort of subpar decoy perhaps? It was wearing a hat, but this hat was different than the stylish one you'd seen the real deal wearing. This decoy's hat didn't even come off when you tried to grab it. You pecked at the head in frustration, thinking about how you were out of ideas now on getting into that room. You might just have to leave here hat-less after all.

     To your surprise, the decoy head made a weird little noise upon being pecked, then opened its maw. You were about to hiss when you saw what was inside- no way! It was a rectangle device!

     You took the rectangle with ease from the decoy, clutching it tight in your beak as you quickly left the room the way you'd come in. you couldn't believe it, you'd found what you were looking for after all!

     Back at the bear-human's room, you faced down the rude door once more. It took a few tries of tossing the rectangle up at the glowing square, but you eventually managed to hit it. The door slid open at long last, and you grabbed your rectangle and proudly waddled into the room.

     The bear-human was surprised to see you. They made several confused noises and set down their noise making machine. You fearlessly waddled right up to them and demanded via muffled honks that they hand over that stylish hat at once.

     The bear looked at the rectangle in your beak and slowly held out a hand, palm up, as if asking for the item. They made more confused human noises at you. You shook your head and honked again, your gaze locked on that hat. It was so close, so stylish, so glorious! You had to have it! You'd come too far to leave here without it. You didn't want to have to fight the bear-human, but if push came to shove, you'd do what you had to do to get that hat.

     The bear-human made a few more noises at you, then pointed a finger up at their hat. You honked and flapped your wings excitedly. Had the bear-human understood you after all??

     The bear-human plucked the hat from their head and held it out. They also held out their other hand again, palm up. Ah, a trade! Lucky for you, you didn't need the rectangle anymore. You gladly handed it over in exchange for the hat.

     Slowly, carefully, the bear-human set the hat atop your head, the fingers of their other hand curling over the rectangle. You felt the weight of the sturdy little hat on your head, and you could see it in the reflection of the glass beyond the curtains.

     You looked amazing.

     You took a moment to bask in the glory of your stylish new hat, and all you'd done to get to this point. The bear-human made curious noises at you, but you weren't paying any attention to them at this point.

     With a start you remembered you'd been on your way to leave, and surely you were nearly out of time now. You turned back to the bear-human and bobbed your head to them, honking a polite thanks before turning tail and quickly waddling back out the way you'd come in. The door opened for you without fuss and slid shut behind you as you left.

     You returned to the front entrance, standing once more by the big shutter doors. As you were adorned with lovely bells and ribbons and an incredibly stylish hat, you felt this night had been a definite success. You reminisced on all the mischief and fun you'd had tonight. You thought as well about what kind of shenanigans you'd get up to tomorrow night, but first things first; you were very tired after the full night of misconduct, and you wanted nothing more than to return home to your cozy creek in the park for a well earned nap.

     A few moments later, the shutters lifted on the front doors, and you strolled out with ease, much to the bewilderment of the humans making their way towards the open doors. You paid them no mind as you quickly waddled your way into the trees and back towards your creek.

     As dawn broke over the city, you settled at long last into you nest of moss and leaves, partially hidden under the strong branches of an azalea bush and facing your quiet little creek. You shook your neck, your new bells singing delightfully. You laid down your exceptionally stylish head. You drifted off easily, and you dreamed of mischief.

~THE END~

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Fic Updates

It's been a while soo....

I Want You to Show Me Weak — As I've stated before, there are only 2 chapters left in the entire fic. I'm going to be finishing both of them before I post chapter 26. Then I'll be posting chapter 27 the next day. Gonna end the fic with a bang 😏 I have everything outlined and thought out, I just have to finish writing it (I'm very excited about what I have planned/written for the final chapter, which includes the ending). Though I will admit, it's been difficult to write knowing I'll be saying goodbye to this story. I'll miss my boys SO much 😭, as well as this version of Kino x Reader, but I want to finish it for myself and for all of you! Besides, there's always the possibility of oneshots set in this universe in the future AND I'm not done writing for Kino. Not even close! I have no date estimate at the moment, but I'm trying to give this one my full attention so 🤞

The Devil Makes Us Sin — Once Show Me Weak is done, I'm going to give this one my full attention for a while. (Though, to be honest, even though I'm trying to focus on finishing Kino first, I still keep this document open and regularly pop in to write a paragraph or two. What can I say, David is VERY fun to write for 😏, I love him, and I must follow the serotonin). The next few chapters will be shorter so they should go quickly, and I already have around the next 4 of them half written (I actually have about ~25k of future stuff written last time I checked, including parts of chapters MUCH further down the road 😅).

Other Wips

While my focus has been on my ongoing stories, I do have a few other WIPs I have actual content written for! So here's an update on those as well. For fun.

Personal Trainer!Kino x Reader Modern AU — I have the beginning of this story and a few scenes written, and SO many notes for it. (My relationship with my trainer is fantastic. He's 50% big brother energy, 50% wingman energy, but he says THE most out of pocket shit so I immediately write it down after my sessions. Because him saying it does nothing for me, but imagining Kino saying it?? 😵‍💫🫠🥵) It will probably end up ~5 chapters total. Probably.

And Your Heart, Love, Has Such Darkness (David x Reader smutty Oneshot) — I started this one a year ago because I wrote something for TDMUS that didn't quite fit, but I liked it enough to keep it and make it its own thing. It's over half done right now, so it will likely be the next oneshot I post.

I Didn't Want to Hurt You, but You're Pretty When You Cry (Dark!David x Reader) — I think this one will end up about 3 chapters long and will contain a lot of content warnings. It's going to be more horror focused (with splashes of dark humor because I cannot help myself). I adore the opening chunk I've written. It gave me goosebumps.

Secret Andy Blorbo x Reader Oneshot — This one started as a joke on Discord about an Andy blorbo that is not only incredibly niche/unknown, but is actively not attractive (one of the very rare times Andy Serkis does nothing for me. In fact, when I see him, my vagina makes the windows shutdown noise). Except I made the mistake of saying, "I want to try to write for this character as a fun challenge just so I can sexually confuse everyone." And it, uh, spiraled from there and made me rethink my entire stance on this character (thank you for not only indulging me, Hannah, but encouraging me and giving me more ideas 💖 I loved [redacted] thirst day in TNBF)

Halsin x Tav — That's right, I'm writing for the sexy druid. It'll be 2 chapters, and it's about a third of the way finished. This Tav will be a human fighter, but is otherwise written more like a Reader Insert. (Side note: going back to 3rd person POV after writing a lot of 2nd person POV is harder than I imagined 🙃)

Paz Vizsla x Mando!Reader Oneshot — That's right, I'm also writing for the big Mandalorian. It's about a third of the way finished as well. (These last 2 are actually a little intimidating because the fandoms are MUCH larger, but I need to get them out sooo fuck it, it's happening.)

So as you can see, even though I haven't posted very much outside of Liam Black, I'm still writing a lot. Apparently I just have commitment issues and a lot of ✨thots✨ 😌💖

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It's Just Water | Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Synopsis: y/n can't get over her fear of the water, but maybe former swim team captain and current swim coach Jeon Jungkook can help her.

part 1

part 2 (read here!)

A/N: I am so excited to bring you It's Just Water because I can very much imagine Jungkook being a professional swimmer. I can never stop myself from including a best friend Taehyung because he's just perfect for it. Anyway, part 2 will be coming very soon and it'll be all the more spicy than the first part. Like, reblog or even just leave a note because it would really make my day and hopefully give me the power to write part 2 as well hehe. Thank you all for reading my works so far, sending love to each and every one of you. x

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"Take my hand." Jungkook whispered already reaching out towards yours.

He grasped it gently and led you towards the water. Your breath hitched and you weren't sure if it was because you were afraid of the water or if it was because Jeon Jungkook was holding your hand. You shut your eyes tightly as you inched towards the water. The scent of chlorine in the air was thick, the air was humid and the noise of splashing water was hard to ignore.

"It's okay, it won't hurt you. And I won't let go, not until you tell me to." he encouraged.

Your eyes opened again and met with his doe black ones watching you with caution and a tinge of worry. The water was softly lapping at your toes as you stood at the edge of the pool. All you had to do was get in. Into the water. It's not like coach was asking you to jump off a springboard high up in the air. You just had to insert yourself into the square. That was all. It's just water y/n.

"Yes, it's just water." Jungkook smiled and laughed along softly.

Did you say that out loud? Fuck. Now he's laughing.

"It's not funny." you snapped suddenly.

His doe eyes lifted up suddenly alarmed by your reaction.

"I-I wasn't- it's not." he agreed quickly.

You ignored his pleading gaze and glared at the water instead. You weren't angry at him. You were angry with this godforsaken irrational fear that you have failed to beat since you were four. It ends now. You took several deep breaths and huffed and puffed the air out of your lungs. You were quite unaware of how long you have been standing at the edge of the pool and possibly making a fool out of yourself in front of the entire classroom but you didn't care. You were going to get into this damn pool.

Just as you found the strength to put one foot out and lean forward that feeling of dread washed over you again but it was too late. You were falling.

"No wait!" you screamed as you expected the water to swallow you whole, but you didn't even come close.

Jungkook had his arm wrapped around your side, his hand still holding yours despite how tightly you may have been gripping it. You looked at him, panicked. He smiled and slowly led you a few steps back, away from the water. You stood there for a couple seconds, letting the embarrassment of the entire situation wash over you. He was still standing there. Why is he still standing there god dammit?

"You didn't tell me to let go. So I didn't." he said softly.

He was looking at you intently. Like he was making sure you were okay. Also, why couldn't you control what you did and did not say out loud?

"Oh." was all you could say as the two of you stared at each other in silence. He was still holding your hand. Ah shit.

"Y-You can let go." you stammered releasing your grip on his hand.

"Right, of course." he said clearing his throat awkwardly and looking towards the pool.

"Jeon! Supervise the next few laps, let's keep this going." coach yelled suddenly blowing that painfully annoying whistle.

Jungkook perked up and yelled a quick 'yes coach' and turned to you. You were standing with your arms crossed avoiding his gaze and everyone else's across the room. You felt pathetic.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked kindly.

"Just leave, Jungkook."

You caught a glimpse of the disappointment that flashed across his features before he nodded and walked off to wherever he needed to be. Stupid captain of the swim team. He probably thought you were such a loser.

"He's stupid hot, that's for sure." your best friend chimed in out of absolutely nowhere.

"Stop reading my mind!" you said punching his arm.

"It's hard not to when you literally speak it, y/n. Also what was that?" he added dramatically.

"What was what?" you muttered as you walked with Taehyung over to the side to wallow in shame.

"I sensed a lot of tension. 70% sexual." he said casually.

"Shut the hell up, Taehyung." you hissed, "He was doing his job. You know, making sure I didn't drown."

"Sure, y/n. Next thing you know you're making out in the pool and you're telling me it's his job to help you hold your breath long enough to stay underwater-"

You brought the towel off your shoulders to whip it across Taehyung's face making him dramatically cry out and wince so loud it echoed across the entire pool.

Your cheeks flushed red as you looked away pretending not to know him while Taehyung's demeanour did a complete 180 before that boxy grin was back on his face and he was exclaiming to everyone around him that he was okay.

You sighed. Sometimes you can't stand this dork.

Soon swimming period was over. You thanked the gods you only had to do this once every two weeks which increased your chance of survival slightly. You were pretty sure if Jungkook hadn't held on to you and brought you back to safety it would have been a much worse debacle that would have had you walking out of the room drenched and in shame. You wanted to thank him for it, but it was too weird. He probably didn't care. He was the former captain of the swim team who graduated last year and is for some reason back at this stupid high school teaching his juniors to swim. He's assisting the coach for a couple months before he's offered a contract to teach swimming full time, so you've heard. You couldn't imagine how someone could love swimming so much, how they could love being in the water so much. It terrified you. You shuddered without realising, making Taehyung quirk an eyebrow at you.

"Hey, are you really okay? I'm sorry I didn't realise how scary that must have been for you." he said looking at you while you stuffed your swim clothes into your locker.

You sighed and shut the locker door, then smiled softly at your best friend.

"It's okay. Do I feel like an idiot? Yes, but that's my fault. Not yours." you said as you started walking, making him follow you.

"You're not an idiot, y/n-"

"I didn't say I was one, just said I felt like one."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and shoved you slightly towards the library doors. The two of you took your usual spots in a less crowded corner and pulled out study materials from your bags.

"My point is, having an irrational fear is normal. If you ask me, I think it's a crime that the school still makes you attend swim lessons." he said slapping a page of his textbook open.

You chuckled as you flipped through the pages of your novel preparing to have a relaxing free period after the traumatic episode.

"Yeah, why couldn't I have just been scared of spiders or heights or something." you huffed.

"Aren't you scared of spiders?"

"Ye-that's not the point!"

"Shh!" you heard the librarian call out from her desk. But when you looked up you felt some of the colour drain from your face.

Jeon Jungkook. He was at the librarian's desk. He was standing there with his freshly styled hair after the swim session in his joggers and his stupid swim team jacket leaning against the counter looking straight at you while the librarian you managed to piss off was at her chair sending you a warning stare. Why is he always there to witness these embarrassing moments.

You swear you saw him laugh softly making you tear your gaze away from him and bury your nose into your book. That asshole. How dare he laugh at you. Meanwhile, Taehyung was snickering softly while highlighting his textbook a neon pink.

"If I could curse him, I would." you mumbled.

"He's not that bad, he saved your life a few hours ago remember?"

"Oh please, someone else would have saved me if he wasn't around."

"Really? Sure as hell wouldn't have been me."

"I wouldn't be caught dead being saved my someone who uses neon pink to highlight his notes."

"Hey, boys can like pink you know! Speaking of which I think that's your lover boy's favourite colour." he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"What?" you laughed softly. "How do you know? Also don't call him that." you threatened at the end.

Taehyung shrugged, "Could tell by the way he was looking at you in your pink swimsuit earlier."

"Taehyung!" you exclaimed as you smacked him.

"Ahem."

A voice sent chills down your spine as both you and Taehyung jumped in your seats slightly to look at the person standing at your table.

"I've been told to tell you guys that this isn't the cafeteria, it's the library. Ms Chen's words, not mine." Jungkook said raising his hands up defensively.

You wanted to dig yourself a hole and then die in it. You were so loud that Jeon Jungkook had to come over and quiet you down. Personally.

"Sorry, Mr Jeon. y/n and I just seem to be having a disagreement. We'll keep it out of the library." Taehyung said confidently.

There's just something about attractive men, and confidence. Your best friend was attractive no doubt. But were you attracted to him? Absolutely not. Taehyung is an idiot. Possibly the idiot of all idiots but you loved him, as a friend. And right now, you wished you could unfriend him instead.

"Oh, what about? Sorry I realise that's intrusive. Just let me know if I can help out with anything." Jungkook said smiling politely.

"Actually, Mr Jeon," Taehyung piped in making you send him warning glares, "y/n thinks boys can't like pink. She's being sexist."

"Taehyung." you growled under your breath.

Jungkook's eyes widened in amusement and you could just feel his stare on you.

"Is that true, y/n?" he asked with a small lopsided smile on his face.

"Wha-no! I never said-"

"Those are hurtful words, y/n. Especially since pink's my favourite colour." he said placing both arms on the table in front of you casually.

Your eyes finally met his during the entire conversation. He was looking at you so endearingly. His stare caused this bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach and you liked it so much that you feared liking it a bit too much. He was very obviously teasing you, and you loved it and hated it at the same time. God how is he doing this.

"I didn't mean...it is?" you asked your tone breathless from how much his gaze alone was suffocating you.

His smile morphed into a tiny smirk and it was probably the most attractive thing you've ever seen. This wasn't the Jeon Jungkook you knew last year. He's a man now. He's also your swim coach. Fuck he's your swim coach. Oh god no.

"Yes, the colour of pink rose petals to be exact."

What the hell why was he telling you this. The swimsuit. Your swimsuit was the colour of pink rose petals. Son of a bitch.

You gave him a tight lipped smile and sat back in your seat, bringing your novel to your chest acting as if you were prepared to go back to reading.

"That's a lovely colour, Mr Jeon." you said avoiding his gaze.

He watched you intently, soon realising the two of you weren't the only ones at the table before he cleared his throat.

"Yes it certainly is. And I didn't come here just to follow through with Ms Chen's orders, so y/n I need to see you in my office after school. That okay?"

What. What? What!

"I- oh, yes sure." you stammered, realising your confidence from a moment earlier was only fleeting.

"Great, I'll see you then. Taehyung, you've got a bit of highlighter on your cheek." he pointed out with a smile before leaving.

"Holy hell y/n that man wants you." Taehyung blew out a whistle.

"What the fuck is wrong with you he's my swim coach! My teacher! This is so inappropriate." you freaked out your voice the sound of a whisper.

"Man he really got your panties in a twist, huh? Look at you, you're falling apart."

"Don't talk about my fucking panties Taehyung. Why does he want to see me? God, he held my hand today, then he caught me by the waist and just now he's here self-proclaiming his love for pink rose petals fuck-"

"Hey, hey! y/n, calm down. Listen, it's Jungkook, okay? We've known him for forever. He was a year above us so it's not weird, you guys practically went to school together. Also he's probably only a year older than you. But on another note, I'm sure he has a valid reason for calling you in okay? He's a good guy, I don't think he has bad intentions." Taehyung said as he placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

You sighed, burying your face in the palms of your hands. "Really?"

"Yes, really. He was in my French class last year for extra credit. Competitive swimming is time consuming apparently."

"Of course it is." you rolled your eyes at him.

"The point being, I was with him in that class and he was a nice guy. I was even friends with him at one point."

"Excuse me what? Why the hell am I just hearing about this?"

Taehyung smirked, "You would have loved to have me introduce you because you've had a crush on him for years, is that why you're upset?"

"Taehyung I will walk all the way back to my locker, grab my sports towel, walk back in here and whip the hell out of you if you don't quit it." you seethed.

"Okay, wrong joke for the wrong time." he swallowed thickly. "So, basically he's a hottie and he's nice. He respects women and he swims. What more could you ask for y/n?"

"You sure you're not the one who has a crush on him, Tae?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

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It was 5pm. You were walking to Jeon Jungkook's office. It felt like you were approaching your doom.

"Snap out of it, y/n. It's just Jungkook." you told yourself.

Yes, it was just Jungkook. The Jungkook you've had a crush on for five years. The Jungkook who once let you use the boys locker room toilets because the girls one was locked for some reason. That's a story for another time. But hell, you were going to see Jeon Jungkook. In his office. Ah crap.

"Come in." he answered a few seconds after you knocked on his door.

You shimmied inside and stood at the door awkwardly waiting for his instruction.

"You can close the door. Those god damn flies always make it in during summer."

You laughed softly and shut the door before taking a seat in front of his desk. He was still putting away some papers in some boxes behind him, grunting as he did so.

"Sorry y/n, just give me a minute."

"That's fine!" you said a bit enthusiastically and forced yourself to shut up after.

You saw the corner of his mouth lift up for a brief second before frowning at the boxes in front of him. His office looked like how any sports coach's office would look. Medals, trophies, swim team pictures. He had a lot of achievements that's for sure. You remembered watching him once. It was a big event. He was representing the school for the first time, and he was a young boy that held so much promise. It was the first year our school had won. Everyone was beaming with pride. But you watched Jungkook carefully. You saw the look in his eyes. He looked so frightened you thought he might just throw up. You saw how he masked it so quickly, and went back to sinking in all the glory. Every year since, that fear you saw him mask looked more and more practised. You didn't know why you were at every game. You just were.

"So! y/n..." he said smiling as he chucked a box away and put a file on his desk, looking at you.

You flinched slightly at his enthusiasm and smiled back politely.

"Am I in trouble, Mr Jeon?"

He chuckled, "Well, not really. Okay maybe a little."

His words had you tense and as soon as he saw the worried look on your face he laughed again to reassure you.

"No it's alright, it's nothing serious. Here, I was just looking for your student file. It was buried quite deep in there so I'm assuming sports isn't your forte."

"Ouch, words hurt Mr Jeon." you winced.

He laughed again, making you smile. "Sorry, that was mean. But in all seriousness y/n, you're sorta kinda failing swim class." he said regretfully.

You scoffed, "Yeah I wouldn't be surprised."

"I know of your....um..."

He looked so unsure you decided to save him the embarrassment.

"My fear of the water, yes."

He smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Yes, I can't say I understand how it feels but I saw the look in your eyes today and you were terrified. I'm sorry I put you through that."

You looked down, feeling pathetic again. "It's fine, you didn't know."

"So I proposed an idea, to the school."

You looked at him again, his eyes gleaming with excitement to tell you whatever news he has. He took your silence as a cue to continue.

"I told them instead of teaching you how to swim, I'd teach you to get over your fear of water. They've been approaching it all wrong. So I'm willing to help you, if that's something you're interested in."

You stared at him in shock. So Jungkook basically went up to the entire school board to tell them that he personally wanted to teach you to get over your fear of the water.

"What?" you spluttered. "Teach me to get over my fear? That's impossible, Mr Jeon, with all due respect, I've tried. I have been trying all my life it's just not as easy as you think-"

"I never said it was easy. And it's also not impossible. I can help you, if you'd let me. You just have to trust me y/n. It'll only be for this semester and if by the end of it you feel like it isn't working we'll stop. It also gives me a way to assess you. I'll come up with tasks and as you complete each of them you'll build up a score that I can use to add to your report card."

"But why?" you asked.

Jungkook seemed a little confused. "Why? Because I don't want you to fail swim class."

"And why don't you want me to fail swim class? I'm just another student. If I fail, then I fail. What's it to you?" you fired at him. You didn't realise how rude you sounded until it came out of your mouth.

Jungkook looked slightly taken aback, but his response was calm.

"Because I love to swim y/n. And it pains me to see someone so scared of the water. It's a beautiful thing, if you allow yourself to see it."

You chewed on your lip as you processed all this new information. Jungkook was asking you if he could get rid of your fear. In normal circumstances, you wouldn't mind saying yes. But it was Jungkook. You'd have alone time with Jungkook five days of the week for two hours. You might as well fuck him at this point. NO. Okay, retrace. That sounds like something Taehyung would say. You made a mental note not to hang out with him anymore.

"y/n? Look, I'm sorry if this is too forward I just thought-"

"Sure."

Jungkook looked at you almost surprised. "Sure...you'll do it?"

"Yeah. What have I got to lose?"

Jungkook beamed at you as he closed your file and set it to the side.

"Great! So we'll start tomorrow. Also I forgot to mention this means you don't have to go to regular swim classes anymore so that's a plus."

You giggled at how happy he seemed telling you that. "That's good news, Mr Jeon."

He smiled fondly at you before looking down briefly.

"Okay then, dismissed. Or whatever teachers say. Sorry, I'm still getting used to this." he said laughing nervously.

You stood up to gather your things and smiled at him.

"I think you're doing good. Everyone seems to like you."

"They do?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah I mean, you're basically a student too. I guess that makes you more familiar."

"Right." he said shortly. "And what did you think of me?"

Jungkook caught you off guard. What do you think of him? Who even asks that?

"I- excuse me?" you asked a little bit startled.

"I-I mean, sorry, I should have phrased that better. I mean, how are you finding swim classes with me as assistant coach? Would you say it was better without me?" he asked sheepishly.

You giggled as you slung your bag across your shoulder, "I think I'm the wrong person to ask, Mr Jeon."

He laughed and nodded, "That bad, huh?"

"Well I'm hoping you can change that."

Jungkook looked up at you from his seat, looking like he was about to say something, but stopped himself.

"Mr Jeon?"

"Yeah?" he said snapping out of it.

"I'm sorry, about earlier." you added.

He stood up and walked over to the front of his desk, leaning back against it with his arms crossed. Why did he have to come closer god dammit?

"What about? If it's the library it's fine, Ms Chen shushes like fifty people a day she doesn't take it personally."

You laughed and shook your head, making him smile.

"No I- well sorry about that too but, I just, I shouldn't have called you by your name. You know, at the pool. It was...well it wasn't right."

Jungkook smiled kindly, "It's okay, y/n. You'd been through a lot."

You scoffed, "Well that's just the thing isn't it, it's not a lot. It's just water!"

"You could say that about anything, you know? It's just spiders. It's just the dark. It's never just anything. If you stop thinking of water as something that's against you, you can let it in. Then maybe you won't be so afraid anymore."

Your gaze met his. He wasn't just looking at you. He was staring.

"I-maybe." you mumbled looking away.

He smiled and pushed himself off the desk, holding the door open for you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, y/n. And if you chicken out, I will fail you."

"Alright, alright." you grumbled as you walked towards the exit.

Jungkook chuckled inwardly as he saw your defeated expression.

"Thanks, Mr Jeon."

"You know I think I actually prefer Jungkook."

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You thought when Jungkook said you didn't have to attend regular swim sessions it meant you had a two hour free period that day. Turns out, you just had to sit there and watch everybody swim. Including Jungkook. And damn did everyone love watching him swim. He cut through water like it was nothing. It was like he wasn't even there. He would just dive in, disappear, and then reappear at the end. And he always won. Of course, everyone cheered for him whenever he did a demonstration. The look of embarrassment on his face after was adorable. What you didn't understand was why his eyes would search for your after every stunt he pulled. Was he showing off? Jeez.

Coach asked you to take down notes of whatever you learned during each swim class since you weren't going to swim. They would be assessed, apparently. God knows how, but at this point you were just doodling mini drawings of a swimming pool. The book was snatched out of your hands causing you to leave a long pencil stroke across the page. You looked up and it was Jungkook in front of you. Shirtless. Body dripping with water. Abs practically in your face. You choked on your breath and stood up so that you were closer to eye level with him.

"That was rude." you complained. "Can I please have my notes back? I'm trying to learn over here."

Jungkook smiled in amusement as he held the notebook higher and inspected it.

"A very accurate piece on modern water sport, Ms y/n. Very commendable." he joked.

You scoffed at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"I don't know what he expects me to do! Make notes? What do I even say? That coach blows his whistle way too much for his own good? It can distract a swimmer's performance you know? Actually wait, give me that back I should write this down."

Jungkook laughed and gave the note book back to you, watching you scribble your genius idea of a note.

"I'm going to ace this." you said smiling in satisfaction once you wrote it down.

"Not so fast, everything's easier when you're not in the water."

"Just let me have this, Mr Jeon." you groaned.

He chuckled. "Jungkook," he corrected. "And I'll see you after school. Don't be a chicken!" he yelled as he scurried back off to the water.

You rolled your eyes and plopped back into your seat. Stupid water loving man.

When school was over you dragged your feet to your locker knowing full well this wasn't the end of the day. Why did you even agree to this? It's not like you wanted to be able to swim that bad. And you just sacrificed ten hours of your life weekly. That's about 40 hours in a month. That's 480 hours a year. You groaned as you very unwillingly took your swimsuit out of your locker. Taehyung wouldn't miss your misery for the world, so he was standing right next to you gloating about how he could go home and eat French fries while playing Overwatch.

"It's kinda like a date."

"It's not a date." you grumbled.

"He offered to teach you. Personally. One to one. For free."

"Look Taehyung, if you don't get out of here I will drag you to these classes myself."

"And ruin your date? I don't think so. I'm not into being a third wheel."

You sighed, giving up. You weren't ready to spend two hours alone with Jungkook. More so in a pool. God did you hate the pool.

"Besides, I've got a date."

Your eyes snapped up to your best friend's face.

"A date? With who? Is this person clinically okay?"

"Oh shut up y/n, I'm hot, if you haven't noticed. And many people would love to date me."

You chuckled, satisfied you got on his nerves. "So who is she? Or he, actually."

"It's a she. Her name is Dahyun and she asked me out." Taehyung said crossing his arms and leaning against his locker.

"Impressive. Dahyun's pretty popular for her year. Never knew she was into older guys but I'm not surprised."

"I hope she's not a bore." Taehyung sighs.

"You'll be fine. That's what dates are for. Let me know how it goes, I gotta run."

"Oh yes, your date with your swim coach. Don't wanna be late."

"One day, I will murder you."

"Have fun!"

As you entered the space the smell already made you sick to the stomach. Jungkook didn't seem to be here yet which was great because that gave you time to change. You walked into the changing room and put on your pink swimsuit. Did you do it on purpose? Maybe. But did you also only have one swimsuit? Yes. Why the hell should you have more anyway. You hated the water. As you put your belongings in the sports lockers you heard footsteps entering the pool. It was probably Jungkook. You quickly finished up, tied your hair into a ponytail and stepped back out. And there he was. Stretching by the side lines, a loose black t-shirt covering the upper half of his body and his swim tracks underneath. He stood upright just as he saw you and grinned.

"You're early. I'm surprised."

"I may be a bad swimmer but I'm a good student." you retorted.

"Of course." he agreed. He paused to take off his shirt and throw it onto a bench before he walked towards the water and beckoned you to follow him.

You gulped, this was going to be intense.

"So, y/n, are you ready?"

"Not in the slightest, no."

He chuckled and turned his body to face you.

"We'll start slow. And if you ever need a time out, the word is bubbles. Okay?"

You couldn't stop your smile from emerging at his use of the word bubbles but you nodded and Jungkook began.

"Let's start by sitting at the edge of the pool." he said already moving to sit down.

You swallowed and managed to follow him by sitting on the floor, but your legs folded and pressed to your chest.

"One at a time." he encouraged softly, looking at you.

You took in a deep breath and slowly inserted your left leg into the water. It wasn't so bad when you were sitting. When it began to get a little bit scary, it was almost as if Jungkook knew. He held your left hand tightly in his.

"I won't let go. Not until you tell me to."

You let out a shuddering breath. "It's cold." you said trying to lighten the mood for yourself.

Jungkook chuckled, "Sorry ma'am should I have gotten a hot tub instead?"

You smacked his arm with your free hand.

"Did you just suggest we get into a hot tub together?"

It was the first time you saw Jungkook flush, and you wanted to laugh at how cute he looked.

"It was a joke."

"Yeah." he huffed sounding almost relieved.

Before you knew it both your legs were in the water.

"I'm-I'm in. Sort of, halfway. But my legs are in." you said in disbelief.

Jungkook smiled and chuckled softly. "Yeah, you are."

You didn't realise how close his body was to yours until your own shook with the rumble of his laughter. You must have inched closer when you were trying to force your legs in. He was still holding your hand, your other gripping his bicep. not on purpose

You slowly moved your legs around in the water. Swishing it here and there, and Jungkook did the same. At one point, your toes bumped into one another making the two of you laugh.

"Shall we move on?" he asked, turning to face you.

When you did the same, your faces were so close it took you by surprise. Jungkook's expression changed, he was studying your features. His gaze moved down to your lips for a fleeting second before forcing itself back to your eyes. You smiled ever so slightly and nodded.

"What's next?" you whispered.

Jungkook swallowed, and moved so that he could slowly insert himself into the water. He was still holding your hand.

"Now try to lower yourself in."

"J-Jungkook-"

"It's okay, I'm here. You can't fall, because I'm here to catch you. No matter what."

You looked into his eyes, unsure.

"I-I can't, Jungkook I'll drown. I can't stand it's too deep-"

"It's not, y/n. Look, over there, see that number?"

You saw the number engraved onto the wall. 4 feet.

"It's impossible. You're way taller than four feet. You can stand. y/n this whole pool is made for your safety. It's maths."

It made sense. Your head would be above water. But what if you lose balance?

"Okay, here," Jungkook said as he jumped out of the pool, hand still holding yours as he pulled you up with him.

He made you stand in front of him, chests nearly touching but not quite.

"Is this okay?" he asked carefully as his one hand hovered over your waist.

You nodded looking up at him. He carefully placed his hand there, his eyes not leaving yours the entire time.

"Can I let go? Just for a second." he said softly, referring to your hands.

You nodded again. He let go and placed his other hand on your waist. You didn't know where to look. You didn't know how to breathe. You were so close you could feel his warmth.

"The water stops here." he said moving his hand from your waist and placing his hand outwards and against your arm to mark the water level.

He put his hand back on your waist and held it a little firmer than before.

"And no matter what happens, I've got you. Okay? I'll hold you in place. Just for 60 seconds. Is that okay?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah okay." you said breathlessly.

Jungkook guided you to the water again. He jumped in easily, but he made you sit down like before. He put his hands on your waist again, and you rested yours on his shoulders.

"On the count of three, I'll bring you in okay? Just hold on to me."

You nodded nervously as your eyes darted everywhere. You were really doing this. You were going into the water.

"y/n, look at me."

So you did. He was watching you carefully. His kind eyes reassured you.

"Just look at me, don't think about anything else. I'll support you. Just focus on that."

"Okay." you said in a strained voice.

"One.

Two.

Three."

You were going in. This is it. This is how you die.

"Nononono wait, I can't. I can't-JUNGKOOK!"

"Shhhh, y/n-"

"Get me OUT! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." you cried as you practically clung onto your swim coach with your arms around his neck and your face buried in his chest.

You started to kick and struggle, but Jungkook didn't budge. Man he was strong.

"Jungkook I can't do this. Please get me out, please please please. Jeon Jungkook if you don't get me out right now I will come for you and your family do you hear me?! I'm not playing!"

"y/n!" he yelled suddenly, silencing you.

You stared at him blankly as he looked down at you.

"y/n for god's sakes you're in the water. You did it. You're standing. Look." he nudged his head downwards so that you would too.

And there they were. Your feet on the pool floor, your head above water, and Jungkook's hands on your waist.

"I...those are mine?" you asked stupidly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and laughed, "Yes, dummy. Those are your feet."

"They look so pretty, in the water." you droned off, still in shock that you were standing in a pool.

"You are." Jungkook mumbled without hesitation.

"What?" your head snapped up.

"Nothing, you passed the first lesson. Good job."

"Wait, there's more? I thought you were just supposed to get me in the water!"

"That wasn't the deal, I was supposed to help you get over your fear. You're telling me that if I let you go you won't freak?"

"Of course not, I'm already in the water I'm all set."

"Okay, if you say so." Jungkook said as he slowly started to release his grip on you.

"No wait, NO! DON'T LET GO." you cried, pressing your body closer to his.

You felt Jungkook grunt and exhale sharply. You looked up to see if he was okay, only to find your lips inches apart. You looked down at them and you felt Jungkook's grip on you tighten. A small force from the water pushed at you from the back making you move closer to him causing your lips to brush. Your eyes closed instinctively but the next thing you know Jungkook is lifting you by the waist to seat you at the edge of the pool. You stare at him in confusion as he pushes himself up to the surface and walks past you to get his things.

"Today was good progress. We'll continue tomorrow. I'll wait for you to use the girls locker room, and I'll lock up after." he said not sparing you a glance as he grabbed his towel and trudged off to the men's shower room.

You were trying to catch your breath. So your lips touched. No big deal. It's just what swim coaches do with their students. You weren't mad at Jungkook for holding back because you understood his predicament. But you were also mad because you were petty. If that's the game he wanted to play then you were going to push him, see how much he could resist you. You got into the shower and did a quick clean. You blow dried your hair and put on the matching bra and underwear set you brought with you and grabbed a bottle of lotion. You emptied the contents into the toilet bowl feeling bad that it was going to waste but you were on a mission. You did one last twirl of your hair before walking out of the girl's locker room and into the men's. Jungkook was sitting there on the bench using his phone and looked up as soon as he heard your footsteps. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you could hear his heartbeat stop. He froze, unable to stop himself from raking his eyes up and down your body.

You smiled innocently and held up the empty lotion bottle.

"They were all out of lotion, I was wondering if the men's room had some." you asked sweetly.

Jungkook looked like a deer caught in headlights, and it was so amusing you had to stop yourself from laughing. He got up slowly and you saw how hard it was to tear his gaze from you.

"L-Lotion?" he squeaked before clearing his throat and walking over to the cabinet.

He pulled out a bottle and as soon as he turned around you were standing in front of him in such close proximity. You took the lotion out of his hands and smiled sweetly as you patted his chest.

"Thank you, Mr Jeon."

You turned around and moved to the bench, aware that Jungkook was still frozen in place. You placed one foot on the bench and started to apply the lotion on your outstretched leg, and finally your whole body.

Jungkook didn't say a word. He tried to look away, but for some reason there was nowhere else to look. When you were done, you stood up straight, put your hands on your hips and twirled your hair with your fingers.

"Aw I think I forgot to bring a pair of clothes. Do you happen to have any extra?" you asked casually.

Jungkook frowned, his arms crossed over his chest.

"What happened to your uniform?"

You shrugged, "Must have lost it."

Jungkook's mouth gaped slightly at your attitude, soon he was clenching it shut. He walked to his bag and pulled out his emergency set of clothes and held it out to you.

You smiled and thanked him before raising your arms over your head and draping his t-shirt over yourself. It was massive, but god was it comfortable. You slipped on his shorts, they were tight fitted so they shaped your legs and butt nicely. You made a mental note to buy mens tights, they looked better. Jungkook's gaze never left you this time around. His face looked troubled and his eyes were piercing.

"I'm good to go." you shrugged, flashing him another innocent smile.

Jungkook sighed and grabbed his things rather roughly and unexpectedly grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the locker room and out of the pool. You stood behind him, watching as he locked up. When he was done he turned around and looked down at you.

"Thanks for the lesson, coach." you piped up. "I'm really proud of what I did today."

His eyes softened for a second and he nodded, "Yeah, you should be. Tomorrow we'll work on holding your breath underwater. Don't be a-"

"I'm not a chicken! Did you not see what I managed to do today? For eighteen years I couldn't even bring myself to touch the water but today I stood in it. So no, I absolutely will not chicken ou-"

His lips. His lips were on yours. It drove you insane. Your hands latched onto his neck and his arms went to your waist. It was just like in the pool. Your hands threaded through his hair, and it was almost like something in him snapped. He kissed you harder, held you tighter.

"y/n," he said breathless in between kisses, "you knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" you gasped when he moved his lips to your neck and let his head rest there.

"I'm your swim coach, y/n."

"And you were in my Biology class a year ago."

"Well that was a year ago y/n, I'm a teacher now." he said pulling back to look at you, a pained expression on his face.

"You're my student."

"No I'm not." you snapped. Something about that sentence ticked you off, and you didn't like it.

"y/n-"

"If this matters so much to you then why did you just kiss me?"

He was quiet, seeming like he had his own battle going on in his mind.

You scoffed, "You know what? I'm not doing this, Jungkook. Not like this. I've liked you for years, and the first time I learn you like me back it's when you're telling yourself you can't be with me. I don't deserve that. You're either in this or you aren't. I can't just have you kissing me when you feel like it."

You tore his arms off your waist and picked up your bag.

"y/n, wait." he said as he held onto your wrist. You stopped moving to look at him.

"I-god y/n. You have no idea." he sighed.

You raised your eyebrow at him in irritation, and he pulled you to him again by your waist.

"Jungkook-" you started to fight.

"Why do you think I offered to help you? Of all people in this school, I chose to do this for you. It's because I'm crazy about you, y/n." he confessed.

You just stood in silence, waiting for him to continue.

"The day you walked out of my office I nearly punched myself because I felt so bad for lying to you. But I meant what I said. About the water, and wanting you to love it too. But I also used it as an excuse to spend time with you. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is such a bad idea but other times all I want to do is grab you and kiss the hell out of you, y/n."

"So what, Jungkook?" you whispered, not ready to listen to the decision he's about to make.

"I-"

"Jungkook, what are you doing here so late?" you heard a female voice from behind you.

Jungkook had never let you go so quickly. He stepped so far behind it hurt you to witness it.

"Ms Jiyoung, I was just helping out with some extra swimming lessons." he responded like nothing even happened.

You just stood there awkwardly. You couldn't wait to just get out of there.

"They're working you too hard, Jungkook." the teacher said as she held on to his arm affectionately.

She's at least 20 years older than him for god's sakes she could be his mother. You were fuming, waiting for her to finish with her nonsense so you and Jungkook could leave.

Jungkook smiled politely and laughed, "No no, I'm happy to."

"So any news on the contract? I hear it's coming up any time now. The board members have told me how impressed they are with your undertaking of one of your students." she said.

What?

"Oh, well there's no news so far but I'm sure they'll look at my application fairly. Also I really should-"

"Nonsense. I think it's a brilliant idea. A girl who's afraid of the water? If you can make her swim you can do anything. You'll definitely get the job."

No fucking way.

"Anyway, I'll see you around Jungkook. I'm looking forward to seeing you swim at the meet next week."

As she turned the corner Jungkook looked back at you with pleading eyes.

"y/n-"

"Fuck off Jeon Jungkook. I can't believe I fell for your crappy lies about wanting me to love the water, god it was such bullshit. How pathetic can you be." you spat before grabbing your things again and storming off.

If he wanted a student to fix, then you weren't going to be it. Screw Jeon Jungkook, the stupid man who loves the water and messing with women.

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The Slaughter of a Lamb

Chapter Two: A Monster Among Killers

Tangerine x !F Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

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SFW; Dark Themes; mentions of blood & death, slow-burn, language

Tangerine and Lemon attend an online info meeting hosted by Mother Vati to prepare for the contract's release. Their target is revealed—they might run into more trouble than they originally thought.

A/N: Yeah, so remember when I said once a week uploads? SCREW THAT, I'm too excited! I'm just gonna upload them when they're done.

In this chapter reader is introduced (yaay). She has a codename (to make my life easier for one and it also plays into the story), but other than that she is left undescribed for all your reader insert needs ❤︎

The rain was pouring down in buckets, continuing on since lunch the day prior. Tangerine and Lemon hunched their shoulders and speedily marched down the sidewalk. Other people passed by in a similarly hurried fashion, eager to reach their destination and get out of the foul weather. Torrents of water streamed down from the roofs over shops and hit the pavement, splashing their shoes.

Cars drove down the road, creating more noise as they cut their path through the pounding rain. Taxi cabs lined both sides of the street, drivers either in the shops or hanging out in their cars—waiting for cab farers to get out of work, and the evening rush to begin.

“Tangerine—” Lemon half shouted, trying to be heard over the sound of the downpour, “—tell me, why on earth  are we even going to this thing?”

His brother, who walked slightly in front with a glowering expression and his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, never broke from his brisk pace even as he glanced over his shoulder to respond. “For fuck’s sake, you might never read a brief in your life, but one of us has to know what the details are.”

Lemon made a face. “There isn’t a summary attached?  Bullet points, maybe?”

There was a loud curse from Tangerine that made a few people passing them jump out of the way with startled looks. He eased his pace a little, falling into step beside Lemon so they weren’t shouting about their business on the sidewalk.

“No Lemon, they haven’t got bullet points or summaries. Every bit of information we get is coming from this meeting.” He wiped angrily at his neck where a drop of water slid down below his collar. “We attend, or we’re in the dark with our thumbs up our arses.”

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to blow your top—you can be such a Gordan sometimes.”

There was a sigh. “And to think, you almost made it an entire day without referencing any Thomas and Friends.”

Rounding the corner and skidding to a halt, the twins were greeted by a group of six men; all wearing a teal-colored piece of clothing: shirts, or shoes, one wore a scarf; and gold jewelry accessories. Some wore earrings, chains, or rings. Most of the group was standing or leaning up against the wall casually, they all had to be in their middle to late twenties.

The matching colors of the group were distinguishable markers of one of the city’s gangs. They hadn’t shown up in full force, maybe only a fourth of them were here. They were best known for transporting stolen cars across city lines. It was strange to see them in this setting, usually they stuck to prowling around districts in the northern parts of the city, places where tourists were steered away from.

One of them, wearing thick gold chain bracelets on each arm—who looked to be in charge of the group, stood pointing to his phone while talking to a huge man in a black t-shirt and cargo pants. Holding a stern expression and crossed arms, he listened to the gang leader silently. A short crop of brown hair with shaved sides and cauliflower ears made him look like a boxer, but the way he carried himself screamed trained killer.

Over their heads was a glaring neon sign that cut through the gloom of the early evening weather. It would flash three times, then each letter would light up on its own in sequence—spelling out ‘Internet Café’. Under the main sign hung a smaller one, ‘pay by the hour’, which wasn’t illuminated.

As Tangerine and Lemon walked up to the café entrance, the man in the black t-shirt gave them a nod to go ahead. Members of the gang made booing noises, but the presence of the burly man kept them docile.

Eager to be out of the rain and away from the interaction going on outside, Tangerine pushed the door open and went in without hesitation; a small ding announced his entry. Shaking the collar of his jacket to get rid of any lingering drops of water, he turned and held the door open for Lemon who walked in with a huff.

The inside was dark, the only source of light was via windows at the front of the café and the artificial glow of screens. Rows of desktop computers lined the floor and walls; little plastic separators gave each station their privacy. An unpleasant musk hung in the air.

Maybe 10 to 12 others sat scattered across the café with their heads down, staring at their screens. Tangerine caught a couple of fleeting glances.

Lemon hissed under his breath. “You think the gang wanted in for the same reason as us?”

“I would think so—Christ, what’s that smell?”

“That doesn’t bode well at all.”

Tangerine nodded in agreement and motioned for Lemon to follow as he walked over to the clerk’s desk. A sign on the wall read ‘Check-in FIRST’.

The attendant was a wrinkled, short old woman who looked like she had gone her whole life without sleep. She was perched on a stool reading a local newspaper intently, the headline read: “Tourists Express Concern Over Air Quality!”. As he and Lemon approached, she lowered it to the desk and regarded them with bored, half-lidded eyes.

Tangerine put on his best smile. “Hi, we’d like to use a computer for—let’s say, two hours, please.”

The old woman doesn’t so much as blink when she holds a hand out. With a croak that could rival a frog’s, “Eight per hour.” He gives her 20 in cash.

She swivels on her stool and punches a few things into a computer on her right, ignoring them completely. After, she reaches under the desk to pull out an instruction sheet and a card marker with the number 12 on it.

Laying both things on the desk, she points a gnarled hand toward their row. “At the end of two hours you’ll be automatically logged out, come back to the desk if you want more time.”

Lemon slides the paper and card marker over, then looks to where she had pointed. Tangerine doesn’t even bother saying thanks—she was already back to reading the newspaper again.

As they took a seat at their computer, he hissed, “She didn’t even give me change—can you believe that? And who reads the newspaper when you have fuckin’ computers everywhere?”

Lemon only offered a distracted hum as he went about setting them up with a temporary login and password. He pointed to the empty computer next to them. “Grab that one’s headphones, we’ll need two.”

Scooting his chair over, Tangerine was untangling the wires as he heard the ding of the café entrance. Cargo pants came striding in toward the back door of the café’s staff room. Something told Tangerine he wasn’t staff. Outside, the gang was heading off further down the street.

Back at their own computer, Lemon leaned over and whispered as his twin joined him again. “Looks like The Vati Family is making sure gangs aren’t trying to enter the contract. Can’t blame ‘em—they always make such a bloody mess.” Tangerine watched the mob man disappear into the staff room, closing the door after himself.

In the row behind the twins, at the end, another man was also watching the Vati associate. As he turned to his computer, his gaze met Tangerine’s. He had short, dirty blond hair that was flipped back neatly on his head in a military fashion. His eyes flickered over Tangerine’s frown before he looked down at his screen.

Lemon’s voice brought his brother’s attention back to their computer. “Here, we’re all set.” He handed him a pair of headphones as he put his own on.

Slipping them on and muffling the noise of the outside world, Tangerine watched a little black window on the screen blink a few times before the video feed of a woman appeared.

Mother Vati.

He’d never seen her before, but she was big. She towered over the mahogany desk she sat behind. In the background was a wall screen with flowers on it. She was dressed very nicely in a black bodycon dress that showed off muscular, toned arms and broad shoulders. Short black hair curled upward at the bottom around her ears and her make-up was done professionally. The only give away that she was dealing with the murder of her child, that occurred no less than 32 hours ago, were the tired lines around her eyes that no amount of makeup would cover.

Even so, she was an intimidating woman.

“Hello, thank you all for attending. I hope that wherever you’re tuning in from, it was not too difficult to find a secure connection. For those of you who do not know me, let me introduce myself; I am Victoria Vati. You will call me either Ma’am or Mother Vati.” She had an elegant way of speaking with a strong, unwavering voice; there was no room for argument.

“To get started I would like you to know the exact reason for this contract and why we’re all here today.”

A picture of a preschooler, a little girl with short blond curls, showed up on the video feed to the side of Mother Vati. In the photo, she was jubilant with round cherub cheeks; light brown eyes sparkled as she was photographed mid-laugh. One hand was brought up to her face as she looked into the camera.

Tangerine wasn’t ever around children, never had much thought about them, but he’d admit it—that was a cute kid.

Mother Vati began speaking again with a tight voice. “My child—my Lamb, was brutally murdered the night before yesterday, in her own room. Her body was…” Mother Vati stopped, her mouth working from side to side as she was no doubt holding back tears. With a sniff, she continued. “Her body was badly mutilated and carelessly left on the floor. It was a horrific sight that was meant for me to find. My little girl was an angel in every way. She did not deserve this.”

She wiped under one eye with a crumpled tissue. “There may be speculation as to whether this was an accident or not, and let me put that to rest now. This was done with intent and malice. It was meant to wound and cripple me, but instead it has spurred me into seeking my own brand of justice.”

The picture of Lamb faded away and was replaced with the image of two women walking across a street, they seemed to be mid conversation. The photo was cropped to focus on the one slightly ahead of the other. She was striding forward and looking off to the side of the camera. Her head was held up, shoulders squared, and was stepping with absolute confidence. She was strikingly beautiful, but something about her eyes gripped Tangerine. In the photo they were glaring and had an intense darkness to them.

Mother Vati’s voice came back with such a raw anger and force that Tangerine almost flinched. “This beast—this monster in human skin, killed my Lamb!” She paused, steadying herself with a few deep breaths. “Her codename in my family was Fox; her real name, I refuse to say—it should only be used as a curse. This conniving traitor is your target.”

The photo faded out, and Tangerine cast a fleeting glance at Fox and the woman she was talking to. The other woman was looking down as she walked; medium length blonde hair fell over her shoulders.

Replacing that photo was a video, a translucent play sign hovering in the middle. Seeing what still image the video was paused on twisted his nerves into knots; like watching something that took place moments before disaster, and knowing what was about to happen. You had to sit through it with the knowledge that it ended badly.

“This video and the previous photo are the only things we have to identify her with. As you’ll see, she was meticulously careful about being photographed or recorded.”

The video un-paused, bringing to life Lamb’s most recent birthday party. Around Lamb were Mother Vati and  various high-ranking members of the Vati Family, all cheering and singing happy birthday as four candles on a big cake were being lit. The camera jilted and wobbled as whoever was recording moved to stand in front of the family. Toward the edge of the frame, Fox stood behind the others. She was watching the little girl with a small, reserved smile. After finding out what happened 32 hours ago, it gave the happy video an incredibly sinister feeling.

The person recording must have caught Fox’s attention, because her eyes flashed to look into the camera and the tight smile on her face dropped. The dark intensity in her eyes was only there for a moment before she glided out of frame in one swift motion. The fluidity of the movement gave Tangerine chills.

Where someone like Mother Vati was beautiful with intimidating qualities, Fox was equal measures beautiful and fucking scary.

The video restarted, playing the sequence all over again on a continuous loop. Something else about Fox captivated Tangerine, even as Mother Vati continued speaking he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the video.

“Fox is dangerous, she went missing the day before my daughter’s murder. Make no mistake, she did this. She is the only one who could. The last place anyone saw her was around the tourist shopping district. Other places she frequents were our warehouses and clubs, I would start your search there. There is no doubt that she is still here in the city.”

Mother Vati leveled a look into the camera, her eyes were dark. “I am offering a substantial amount more to bring Fox in alive, so I can deal with her in a way that I see fit. But, due to the danger she poses, I will also accept her delivered in a body-bag rather than not at all.”

The video pauses on a frame of Fox looking into the camera, just after the smile drops from her face.

“I am hoping that 25 million, and the request of a grieving mother, will be motivation enough for you all to at least attempt to bring her in alive.”

Leaning forward and folding her hands on her desk, Mother Vita’s eyes pierce through the screen. “I understand this much money may tempt you to fight amongst yourselves,” she waves dismissively, “and by all means, kill each other if you want, but the less of you going after her—the easier it will be for her to pick you off. My recommendation, for everyone, is to have a good old-fashioned witch hunt.”

She glanced at her watch. “Either way, in five minutes, the contract will be opened and you will be free to go about your jobs in whichever way that you choose. When you have Fox, bring her to my manor.”

Silently looking into the camera for a few heartbeats, she leans back again. “Happy hunting.” And the video went dark.

Tangerine blinks a few times, coming back to the present; he had felt as if he was immersed in a movie. The image of Fox was clearly imprinted into his mind.

Slipping the headphones off, he glanced to Lemon, who was staring at his lap with a deep frown. He began to get up. “Alright, bruv. Let’s say you and I—"

But, Lemon’s head snapped to him and his firm hand pulled Tangerine back down to sit in his seat.

“Oi, what—”

As Lemon slipped his headphones off, he motioned with his eyes to look around. Tangerine did so, and his hands started to sweat.

Everyone in the café was standing to leave now. 10 to 12 others were standing from the computers, a few were giving each other glances, once overs; sizing each other up.

Unless whatever they had been doing was coincidentally the same length of time as the Vati meeting…

Tangerine leaned forward, his eye slightly twitching, as he hissed to Lemon. “They’re all contractors?”

Lemon’s jaw clenched a few times, he looked more apprehensive than usual. “We might have a lot more competition than we thought, let’s wait a few for everyone to leave.” His eyes met Tangerine’s. “What did you think of Mother Vati?”

“Intimidating woman, but I guess you have to be in order to run a successful mob family. What’d you think—you got a train picked out for her?”

Lemon chewed on his lip. “I can’t pin her yet, but there was something in the way that she was crying that really set me off. Made me uncomfortable.”

There was a quiet scoff. “She’s a grieving mother, Lemon, for Christ’s sake. Can you imagine how much pressure she must be under to run a family like that and appear tough as nails—all while trying to grieve over her little tot?”

“Yeah, I got it—all I’m saying is—”

Lemon broke off his sentence as his eyes trailed up. There was an imposing presence behind Tangerine that made the hair on the back of his neck stand. Turning in his seat he came face to face with a wall of muscle, barely contained behind a black t-shirt.

The mountain of a man was looking down at them with his usual sternness. “You two, come with me.”

Tangerine’s stubbornness in the face of someone giving him orders slipped through automatically. “Now hang on just a moment. I don’t fuckin’ know you, and my brother and I don’t follow strangers—”

“Mother Vati wishes to speak with you.”

Lemon looked around in his chair. “Is she here?”

A thick, muscled arm pointed toward the staff room. “On the phone.”

. . .

The back staff room of the internet café somehow smelled worse than the main room. Old computers were stacked one on top of the other in the corners, on chairs, and along the floors up against the walls. A thick layer of dust covered each one. In the center of the room was a cheep looking table with a few plastic chairs sitting around it. There was a book and two cellphones laying in the center.

Tentatively entering behind the strong-shouldered man, Tangerine and Lemon gave each other looks; a silent conversation passing between them. Maybe they had gotten into something that was over their heads.

But as the man held out one of the sleek, glossy phones from the table—dwarfing it in his own hand; it was far too late to turn back.

Tangerine held it between his brother and him in their usual manner of sharing a phone call; he also did all the talking. “Yes, hello?”

The same elegant and well-spoken voice from the online meeting greeted them back. It was almost surreal feeling. “Am I speaking to the Twins, Lemon and Tangerine?”

“Yeah. What can we do for you?”

“When I saw you had entered into the contract, your names were familiar to me. You’ve lived in the city for a long time, is that correct?”

“That’s right.”

There was a pleased hum on the other end. “Good. You know what I like about locals, Lemon, th—”

“—No, no. I’m Tangerine.”

There was a pause, her tone was a little sour as she corrected herself. “What I like about locals, Tangerine, is they know this city. They know shortcuts, where the best places to escape tourists are, which district to stay away from during rush hour traffic.”

They glanced at one another with questioning looks. At the table the muscled man was reading his book contently, feet propped up on the table.

Mother Vati continued; she must love hearing herself talk. “And the problem with hiring outsiders is they’re completely clueless as to how the city works. How it breathes.”

“Right, sure. But if you wanted locals to do this job, why not get your own people?”

“The Vati family is looking, but with the summer season in full bloom we’re quite busy.”

“Too busy to look for the one who killed your kid? That doesn’t sit right.”

The sound of something clattering on the other end rang through the speaker loud enough for the big man to look over from his book.

“Believe me, if I could afford the time to comb the streets for that filth I would do so— just to get a chance at wringing her neck myself! But we rely on the summer to make most of our money and I will not risk crippling my business operations. My hands are tied, for now.”

There was a deep, deep breath. “Which is why I am placing my confidence in you and your brother to get the job done.”

“Now, hang on. If you were going to single us out, why go to all the trouble of an open-sourced contract?”

“Pressure, dear Tangerine. 50 people hunting is more pressure than just two. I want everyone looking for her.”

“But you’re turning away gangs?”

She made a disgusted noise. “Rowdy street criminals would only scare her away. The most use they would serve is cannon fodder.”

“You mentioned she was still in the city; how do you know?”

She sounded impatient. “This city is the only thing she knows. Leaving would make her vulnerable—a fish out of water.”

“Alright, alright. So, you want to work with us personally—well, you should know then, we have no intention of bringing her in alive.”

They were met with a few seconds of silence. “That’s a shame… Is there any way I could convince you otherwise?”

“Not really, we’ve made up our minds. Not too keen on escorting a crazy child killer around.”

There was a thoughtful hum. “How about this. If you manage to subdue her, and you can keep her in one spot long enough for my people to come to you, I’ll increase your reward to 15 million.”

Tangerine couldn’t help himself. “17 million.” There was an approving nod from Lemon.

A tired sigh echoed through the speaker with a slight muttering. “You really are from this city—alright, 17 million.”

“If she gets uppity, we’re shooting her.”

“…Very well.”

The sound of voices on her end reached Tangerine and Lemon. She interrupted before they could ask any more questions.

“Keep the phone, boys; we’ll be in touch.”

There was a beep and the call ended.

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↬ 🐰 You dominate Blanc, and he enjoys every second of being your little fuckbunny.

Blanc Lapin x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Dom!Reader; Sub!Blanc; Blanc Tops; Spanking, Degradation, Master/Pet, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Crying (Dacryphilia), Orgasm Control; Praise kink; Pet play; Sexual Roleplay; Bunnyplay; Oral sex; Hair Pulling; Overstimulation; Object insertion (implied) • wordcount: 1,316 • masterlist

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"Fuck me harder, you filthy rabbit!"

Smack! The sound of your hand meeting Blanc's nice round ass resonates throughout the empty rooms of the house, followed by a pathetic noise produced somewhere deep in the man's throat.

You raise your legs higher, practically folding yourself in two to offer your hole to be thrusted into as deeply as he'd go - no, as deeply as you command him to thrust. Your position perfectly allows reaching to the man's already reddening ass, ready to inflict more discipline when needed.

Blanc's speed increases as he obediently follows the command, making you throw your head back. You can't help but moan at the way his cock pistons in and out of you in the desired way, much like a sex toy belonging solely to you. Though, the naughty rabbit attached to this sex toy seems to be enjoying it more than you.

"Haa...Hahh! I'm going to cum again, Master!"

You click your tongue even if your mouth stays open after it to spill more sounds of pleasure, your body tensing instinctively at the promise of another portion of cum disposed deep in you.

"You truly ARE like a rabbit, aren't you?! Am I really going to see you all spend and milked dry by the end of the night or are you going to fuck me until I pass out before that?"

Your little fuckbunny babbles something, indicating he MEANS to give you a reply...whoever, the movement of his hips takes control of the coherent part of his brain, rendering him useless to do anything more than to thrust into you. The smacking noises of flesh meeting flesh are almost as loud as his groans are, and the symphony of the two combined is quite to your liking.

When his cock starts twitching inside you, you wrap your legs around him tight, forcing his movements to a halt when he's as deep as he can go - the splash of his hot essence is not something you want to miss out in the rapid thrusting his body tells him to do.

"M-Master... Master..."

You let out a glorious hum, rolling your own hips to enjoy him to the fullest... it's the small sniffing noise that comes to your ears that makes you finally open your eyes.

"Are you crying, bunny? It must feel veeeery good to be squeezed and milked by my hole, huh? Now, I can think of another thing I want to see you do for me, and if you do good, maybe I can let you control your own orgasm, just this once!~"

You tap his nose with a finger, moving to take his glasses off. He doesn't question you beyond the confused sound he makes, probably glad that your face is in close proximity to make something out of your expression...else, he'd have to judge your approval or therefore lack of, in other ways.

Well, soon he'll have to.

You push him back by the chest, and he withdraws quickly, frowning at how he can't even witness the sight of your hole leaking with his cum...and he gave you a lot too. If he could turn your attention to it, he would've earned himself some praise, since he figured you wanted just that.

However he's not away from you for long. The next time you tug him in close, his head is pushed down - until he finds it between your parted thighs.

"A gentleman like you does this sort of thing best~!"

Snatching a pillow to prop your back comfortably against, you stare lovingly at Blanc's expression. He pouts at your words but doesn't deny you - you wonder if he is THAT eager to serve his master. Paired with the clear rose-gold of his irises unblocked by the frames of the glasses, you simply gawk at him.

It's almost a shame that he has to push his face so close to the hot center of your spread legs that those eyes fall shut immediately.

"Oh my god-"

The naughty sounds of his licking fill your head as wave after wave of pleasure is rushing through your body. You should tell him to slow down but he really is too cute of a sight to do that, even at the cost of your hypersensitivity. And even if your orgasm approaches too soon, fueled by the earlier heated round... what of it? You can think of plenty of ways to recover while focusing on your little lapin's pleasure.

Groaning in an almost annoyed manner, your hands shoot up to Blanc's messed up hair, grasping two chunks of it in your fists.

"Since— Ahhh— Since you don't have actual long f-fluffy bunny ears, I'm going to have to pull you by your— hair like that...!"

Blanc gasps, opening one eye to look at you as he keeps the tip of his tongue poking out and servicing you.

" 'm sowry-"

"Shut up and keep going, bunny! I'm close..."

You tug him closer this time, barely not leaving any room for breathing. He seems to be fine, and besides, with how much he's moaning, you're guessing he has just enough air to work with. The pretty tuffs of white hair are poking from your balled fists, and you smile a little at how cute he looks like that, rabbit-like or otherwise.

"Oh yeah... just like that..."

Blanc uses his mouth on you with vigor, savoring your taste and having his mind set on bringing you to the same cloud nine he's been frequenting since putting his lucky rabbit paw into this bedroom.

He puts his heart to the task, moreso than you could take, and you let the gradually building pleasure finally peak - as if teaching your own body about discipline, you dance around that edge while committing the sight of Blanc's face to memory, savoring the relief of finally letting go.

Instead of the serene easing that the release of this pressure promises, it's like electricity running throughout your body instead - merciless and vapid, legs trashing about and throat burning with a near scream.

"Haah! Blanc— Blanc I'm-"

He continues working his mouth on you, bluring the line between selfless and selfish - for whom's pleasure is all of this? Even after the last drop of your high is disposed on his tongue, he doesn't let go - no, not with naughtiness, indeed without any naughtiness at all - his moans are still of someone servicing under a command, lewd and also cute, if your hazy mind can judge that much.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Your body grinds back against him as a new pleasure builds up - only to peak in another couple of seconds, hot and full of liquid against Blanc's mouth.

Only then he stops, and withdraws.

His jaw is glistening with the proof of your pleasure as he looks up at you - and his brows are a little furrowed, like he's putting effort into making out your lustful gaze without the aid of his glasses. He knows what he sees.

"Haha... see, Master, we are going at it like rabbits, but it's not just me who—"

"Oh you stupid white rabbit! You were supposed to be so sex-hazed you cannot even speak right! I'm going too easy on you..."

Well, getting him to cum again and again has been fun and all, but not getting him to cum certainly holds its own charms. Shuffling through a drawer of your nightstand, you take out something and clasp a hand over your mouth not to gasp, or chuckle.

Blanc sees an item introduced in the scene, alas, his sight is too bad to fixate it accurately. He blinks and widens his eyes at the familiar combination of orange with a patch of green...but what are his favorite carrots doing in such a heated sex session?

"Master, what are you going to do with this big carrot? Is it real? Master?"

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Still thinking about object insertion Steddie.

Object Insertion and Dacryphilia (those are the major ones happening here)

 So maybe they’re hooking up in the drama room after one of Eddie’s Dungeons and Dragons sessions after the rest have cleared out. Steve has figures from the game sticking to his skin. He’s pretty sure the one they broke with a hap hazard and poorly done clearing of the board was Dustin’s. He’s not looking forward to all the whining that’s going to bring about.

 Steve can’t focus on that though. Not when Eddie’s fingers leave his hole and instead of the heat of his cock something cooler and definitely wider is pressing with persistence against his rim. it some prop from a play he’d been dragged to by Nancy, about some King’s court he thinks. He’d been having trouble not falling asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder at the time, the man holding completely still as he took pictures for the yearbook.

 Steve take a shuddering breath, eyes screwing shut, shaking as the bulbous end of the scepter pops past his rim. There’s sweat collecting at the center of his chest darkening the hair all the way down his treasure trail, along his hairline, dripping down to ruin the map he is laid out across. He squirms making a high noise in the back of his throat as it slides deeper the bulbous end narrowing as it gives way to the long shaft of the handle for half an inch. Just long enough for his rim to contract before the next bulbous sphere is pushing against his rim.

 “You’re doing so well sweet thing.” Eddie mutters, his attention focused on the second decorative sphere stretching Steve’s rim around its widest point. Steve whines, shakes his head, sweating harder as the whole sphere makes it inside and his rim clenches around the shaft connecting them again. “Yes you can. You’re so good for me, so perfect just lay there and take it for me big boy.” Steve whines at the praise and command, cock resting against his stomach, twitching as it spits a heavy glob of pre, mixing with the sweat making his treasure trail shiny and matted.

 The third one pushing in is too much, Steve squirming trying to get away from the pressure, already feeling to full. Eddie slaps a hand down hard against his chest, there’s going to be a mark when he raises it. Eddie adds weight pinning Steve down as he keeps pressing the scepter deeper, rim forced open again as the third sphere breaches him.

 Steve’s crying by the time it fills him, soft silent things, that drip down his cheeks and tickle his ears. It’s too much, he’s to full, Eddie pushed him to far this time.

 Steve doesn’t realize he’s muttering his discontent until Eddie is shushing him, leaning down to kiss his tears away, tongue flicking out to catch the fresh ones still slipping free. “You’re doing so good for my baby boy, going to feel so good when you finally cum.” Steve shakes his head, more muttered half words of doubt. “You don’t believe that, I never let you down Steve.” Steve sniffs a hard breath, Eddie only says his full name when he’s serious and even with the doubt in his overheated too full belly he believes him.

  Eddie shifts, thigh making sure the scepter stay’s exactly where he wants it buried three spheres deep inside of Steve. He grabs Steve hand in one of his, giving him something to hold onto as Eddie’s other hand grabs his dick. Steve makes a high noise, breathing hard and fast as Eddie starts stroking his cock with purpose.

 Steve isn’t aware of how close to the edge he’s been hanging until he plummets over it. His orgasm washes over him with the intensity of a typhoon, blurring out his visions, body going tighter, painfully clenching around the scepter pushing those spheres right into his prostate over and over building its intensity. Hot spurts of cum splash over his chest, his chin, his own mouth whining mouth filled with his own saltiness.

 “Told you sweet thing.” Eddie is smug, hand still stroking even as Steve starts to soften whining  form over stimulation, pinned down with no escape as that hand milks him until he’s empty. Eddie kisses at his tears again as he finishes, presenting his cum smeared hand for Steve’s to lick clean. Steve does, tongue sliding over each digit, cheeks hallowing as he strives to clean up every drop.

#Steddie #fanfiction #jellyghostfic #st fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #it spicy

[scorchieart]

Hi there! I'm just a nobody who reblogs a lot especially ikerev and ikepri stuffs, haha! And this is my first time requesting (under ikepri topic).

Now if it's okay, please do this random thought I have in mind where the princes (all 8 of them and Sariel) see their first newborn nephew(s)/niece(s) and what's their reaction.

Take your time and stay safe!

Thank you in advance 💕

Hi there! You're definitely not just a nobody, friend! ❤️ Thank you very much for your request, it's so dopey sweet!

All of them is a bit much in one go (plus I'm not even sure Sariel has any siblings to begin with. Let's be honest, he'd be more like a grandpa to the princes' children), so let's go with the odd princes for now. Maybe I'll make a part 2 in the future!

Edit: Whoop! Here's that Part 2 with the even-stevens!

Jin, Clavis, Yves & Nokto Meeting Their Newborn Niece/Nephew

I didn't know who to make the father, so feel free to insert your preferred suitor(s) in these happy little scenarios. And do tell me who you imagined for them, I'd love to hear ^^

Jin Grandet

Jin couldn't hide the giddy grin that splashed his features all week, though if we're being honest he wasn't trying to.

And how couldn't he? His little brother, soon-to-be-father, finally found happiness with another, and from that happiness sprouted a new life full of love and joy. Jin didn't think he could be happier even if he were in his brother's place.

When the day finally arrives, it takes all his willpower to keep from bursting into the delivery room. The first moments should be reserved for those three, of course, and Jin wanted the new family to start out as perfectly as they deserved. To pass the time (and occupy his thoughts) he busies himself with the paperwork he took over for his brother.

Before the sixth candlestick completely burned out, his brother swipes the document Jin was reviewing out of his grasp and smirks. "I can't tell which of us has bigger bags under his eyes," he jokes.

Jin laughs along and lets his brother take the lead. Even though there was still an hour before dawn, the halls bustle with servants and nobles zipping to and fro in lively excitement. But the two brothers manage to weave their way through the crowd with relative ease, pausing now and then only to pick up more of their brothers along the way.

The eight royals huddle outside the delivery room with heightened anticipation. The new father thanks them all for attending and apologizes for keeping them up so late for the occasion before turning to Jin.

"We decided, as the oldest, you should be the one to meet him first," he says. Jin looks at his other brothers worriedly, but upon seeing their consenting smiles and nods accepts and enters the room.

The new mother smiles softly and dips her head lightly at his entrance. When Jin reaches the edge of the bed, she extends the bundle in her arms towards him and he picks it up carefully, cradling her precious little newborn.

And what a little newborn he was! Perched in the crook of his elbow, the boy was no bigger than his forearm. With a tiny nose and wispy hair like his father, the baby melts Jin's heart as effectively as the embers on those candlesticks.

"Look familiar?" his brother asks, and Jin answers by pulling him into a hug with his free arm.

Clavis Lelouch

Clavis mulls by the door, pacing back and forth until he's sure he's left a mini trough in the marble tiles. How utterly inconceivable, how could they not invite him the moment the baby was born!

His brother sure is lucky he's already used up all his banana peels and flour bags that morning. All Clavis had left on hand were the wind-up rats filled with rattling beans and the air horn in his pocket, but even he knows loud noises aren't appropriate at the moment.

At last the door opens a crack and his brother pokes his head out with a dubious gaze. Clavis halts his steps and grins back.

"You washed your hands?" his brother asks.

"Twice! And with plenty of soap," Clavis says.

"No pranks?"

"You wound me, brother dear. Uncle Clavis has no need for such pointless flippancies anymore."

"You promise you'll be on your best behavior?"

"I wouldn't have stayed quiet this long if I wasn't."

"Then keep quiet. Ten minutes. She needs to be put to bed after." His brother pushes the door further and Clavis slips in. The room is dark save for the sliver of dawn peeking in through the curtains, but it pales in comparison to the light burgeoning from the bed.

Clavis silently approaches with the skill of a lifetime of sneaking and snooping, only this time the smile he wears is devoid of any semblance of mischief. He folds his arms under his new niece and cradles her like a freshly ground sack of flour, only not quite as weighty.

He can feel his brother's hardened gaze on his back as he gently sways in place, but after waiting outside the door all night nothing could dampen his mood now. He dips his head to the yawning infant and plants a soft kiss on her chubby peach cheeks.

"Such amusing havoc we shall wreak together, you and I," he whispers.

The baby reaches her tiny hand out and clutches the lump in Clavis's breast pocket, setting off the screaming air horn and making her father and uncle scream even louder.

Yves Kloss

So much to do and so little time! He still needs to mix the jam for the cake filling, frost the pink mini cupcakes, set the blueberry pie out to cool, dust powdered sugar over the scones... and not to mention plate everything!

How his brother thought he'd manage to complete it all from the moment his wife went into labor, he'd never know.

Alright that was a lie. Yves holed himself up in the kitchen the second he heard the servants running through the halls screaming "The baby's coming!" His brother was none the wiser, but then again there definitely wasn't much else on his mind at the moment. The least Yves could do was make sure the new mother and father would have something warm and full of love to eat when the hard part was over.

But that still doesn't absolve them from making him want to dote on them so much! Honestly, the next time he sees those two he's going to give them a right good—

"Prince Yves?" a servant calls. Yves jumps, a plentiful helping of powdered sugar settling over him like fresh snow as he turns to face him. "Your brother is calling for you."

Yves drops the sift and nearly trips over the sugar bag as he races out the kitchen door. Maids and butlers part his path as he barrels down the halls and up the stairs to the delivery room, vision shaky and breath catchy.

At last he reaches the door. His palms are sweaty as he reaches for the knob and pushes, but soon it's his eyes that moisten when he sees his brother and his lovely wife beaming from inside.

Yves loses all feeling in his legs, so his brother holds his hand, walks him to the bed, and transfers the snoozing bundle from his wife's arms to his shaking brother. "Relax, it's only your nephew," he reassures.

Yves inhales deeply and forces his arms to stop trembling. What a disgrace, he thought to himself, tumbling like a leaf in front of an infant. Where was all that dexterity and control he had back in the kitchen?

But the moment he sets his eyes on the baby the jitters return, but this time out of immense joy. The boy looks so delicate and frail, with skin so warm and cheeks so fluffy Yves can't help but compare him to the most delectable of pastries fresh from the oven.

The baby opens his bright eyes and extends his arm towards Yves's dangling earring.

"Silly one, that isn't for you," Yves laughs, tilting the earring out of reach. He's finally found his voice and feels confidence coursing through his veins. "But perhaps in the future, we can discover your own style together. How does that sound?"

A dusting of powdered sugar trickles down on the baby as Yves moves his head. He sneezes directly into Yves's face.

Nokto Klein

His brother is the first to greet him when he steps off the carriage. Nokto worries something terrible happened with the way his brother came to collect him, but the soft smile on his face puts those fears to rest as quickly as they had come.

"A daughter?" Nokto exclaims. His days traveling the continent the past 5 months were filled with so little rest that Nokto barely had a chance to digest letters from back home, but even a declaration of war couldn't stop him from remembering he'd become an uncle.

"A surprise. For your homecoming," his brother says. "Well, it was her idea."

Suddenly, Nokto forgets his exhaustion as his brother leads him through the gates and up to his room. The cries that flood from the door grab whatever remains of his fatigue and catapults it.

It looks like all that sleepiness landed on the mother, because the moment the door opens Nokto sees her tiredly rocking her child surrounded by a legion of maids all looking seconds from collapsing. His brother crosses to his wife, plants a chaste kiss on her head, then lifts their wailing daughter from her arms.

"Sorry, I thought she'd still be asleep. I'll bring them back later, so for now get some rest," he says sweetly.

"'Them'?" Nokto asks, still rooted in the doorway.

"You'll want to properly congratulate my wife, won't you?" he replies, exiting the room patting the screaming child. By the time the baby ceases her tears, they are out in the garden sitting on the settee underneath the newly blossomed cherry tree.

"You have questions?" his brother asks, tickling his daughter's chin. She giggles and stares up at her still shell-shocked uncle.

"Namely how you managed to keep this secret," Nokto says.

"She was barely showing by the time you left. We knew your journey wouldn't be an easy one, and we wanted to respect the dedication that went in your decision and hold off until your return."

Nokto lets out a small laugh to hide his reddening cheeks. "You know it's thanks to go-getters like me that you're even able to settle down like this."

"I know," his brother says, smiling again. "Would you like to hold her?"

Nokto nods, and the moment the baby slips into his arms he feels the exhaustion drown him again. Her perfect little features, so tiny and benign, remind him of the simplicity of childhood that's since escaped his thoughts years ago. As he watches her yawn and close her bright eyes, he wonders how he'll manage to talk his way out of having leave on another business trip in the future.

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[birchbritches]

Laughtrack

Audience-insert considers opportunities to laugh and passes, splashes around in the laughtrack like something terrible summoned and all the noise only there to roil the ruckus.

Some storyline gets underway like a swaying overpass.

Sorry for your tragedies. Patch in more laughs. Switchboard? Switchboard? Get me ten ceecees of uneasy chuckle, and one fuck in the mix wheezing with glee.

The tusk-torn countryside works up its courage, throws steam out from agitated soil and buries you in fog for all its long-stored hatred of you, not your fault really, but there it is.

One guy walks in and says to another, this isn't easy. Someone rides the laughtrack out of town long after getting canned, like a busdriver who can't be caught roving the scene in remnant company property.

What's to be done but cut and run?

We layer for the weather, we try to supply, we go as far as we can and duck and dodge the fucking laughtrack now that we can see it coming, though we used to believe. Used to? Used to. That's a relief.

#poetry #poem