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ethernights · 11 months
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Arthur Morgan Headcanons :3
he’s a killer no he’s my little pookie bear (gn! reader)
I feel like he’s super domestic - that one of his favourite things in the world is just to be at camp with you
Not even doing anything particular he just loves being around you while being safe and comfortable in camp
He most definitely loves cuddles in the mornings. He roles over in the morning and takes in your sleeping form, slowly and tentatively he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him planting soft little kisses and with his large hands tracing the lines of your back.
“Mornin’ sweetheart” he says as you stir with that handsome goofy smile he never does as often as you’d like.
You plant a soft, lazy kiss on his lips “Morning handsome”. He opens his mouth to object but you shush him and settle down into his arms.
“I don’t want to get up” you mumble into his chest. He lets out a hearty chuckle, “do ya’ want Miss Grimshaw to beat you up?”
You laugh too, “No, but i want to just say here a little longer”
“Me too love. Just a little while longer ok?”
He’s so gentle towards you, not because he thinks you’re fragile but because he’s so afraid of hurting not just you but everyone he cares about.
Is always sketching you, wether you’re looking or not. Even before you got together, he’d have just pages dedicated to you (not in the creepy way) doing the hundreds of different things you do each day.
Pretty sketches of you picking flowers with Jack, with said flowers in your hair, chopping vegetables with Pearson, carrying in kindling from the forest and cutting wood. Anything really - it’s the only drawings that he really loves to look back on, especially when he’s away from camp and missing you.
With your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, you wipe the thin sheen of sweat from your forehead after chopping up some wood for camp - you spot Arthur sitting on his bed, nose in his journal sketching away. When his looks up, his pretty blue eyes meet yours- he adverts his gaze and shoves his nose back into his journal with a blush spreading over his cheeks and nose.
When he sees you walking over to him, he (not very discreetly) closes his journal and places it beside him as you sit next to him.
“What you drawing cowboy?” you smile, noticing the redness of his cheeks.
“I uh, jus’ pretty things i seen” he says avoiding your gaze.
“Can i see?” you ask as he looks a little hesitant.
“I guess-“ He says opening up his journal to his recent page.
You read your name scribbled atop of the page in his pretty cursive writing, however the charcoal drawing of you drawing the axe down into the wood makes you blush a little. The other sketches of your face and side profile make you smile - you admire the scratches of the charcoal against the page, how he captures the high points and the low points of your face.
“These are beautiful Arthur” You say, amazed with his talent.
Instinctively he goes to say some self-depreciating comment, not used to accepting praise but he sees your wide eyes and large smile. “Thank you sweetheart”
He also really likes riding with you on the same horse, in-front or behind him he doesn’t care. He loves the way you wrap your arms around him and hold onto his gun belt. Or way that you lean back into his chest while he has one hand on the reins and the other resting atop your thigh or his arm wrapped around your stomach.
Overall i think he loves physical affection - giving and receiving, it’s definitely his love language. Just holding you and admiring you is his personal definition of heaven. PDA is definitely not his thing though, he much prefers the privacy of his tent or the quietness and peace of the wilderness even if it doesn’t last long while the two of you are there.
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lingering-42-long · 10 months
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141 + extra When everyone is sick
I am sick. And because I am sick, I thought about doing some thing dealing with some of the COD characters with not just you, or them, or your children sick, but Everybody sick. Let’s be honest one person just doesn’t get sick and then the other people are fine in the household most people if one person gets sick, the whole household runs with that same disgusting germ. If you are a squeamish 2, the usual illness that includes potential, throw up, fevers, coughs, mucus, and whatever else comes out of the crusty eyes of everybody who is sick, then this story might not be for you. Enjoy~
Also, if you want to leave a question, or ask for a theme for a head cannon, or a short story, please feel free to use the ask box!  It’s always open!
COD x Female Character
Warnings: sicknes and other related things, fluff
Captain John Prince
• It started when the girls came back home from school.
• At first they just had sneezes which you didn’t think much about but then the next day their sneezes have turned into coughs and sore throats.
• There was no fever, so you still sent them to school with a packet of Halls for each of them and some kid friendly medicine.
• It was around 2 o’clock and you were almost ready to pick them up from school. When you receive a phone call from the teacher letting you know that your two children have a fever.
• A day later you had caught whatever bug they had caught
• And now your young toddler, son is also down with whatever.
• John is much more susceptible to colds and can handle them. He was doing his best to make sure that everybody was taken care of.
• It honestly broke his heart, saying that his whole family was practically crumpling underneath this little illness.
• He made sure to stay on top of the medication and would do his best to help you with the kids when they weren’t feeling good.
• To make sure that he didn’t get sick, he decided to sleep in the guest bedroom.
• Makes the best chicken noodle soup this side of England!
• Reads to his children while keeping a safe distance from them.
• If you’re burning up and not feeling well, immediately gets a bath going for you.
• He wants to be close to you and the children again and he misses hugging them and you.
• One of the only people that does not get sick.
Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
• You two had eaten some thing that did not settle well in either of your stomachs.
• While, Simon was capable of looking like he wasn’t in pain, you were a different story.
• You were throwing up almost every hour and your stomach hurts so bad.
• Did I forget to mention you’re pregnant with his first child?
• Simon does everything he can for both of you.
• He make sure that you both take the medication on time and he’s very precise with keeping you guys on track of drinking water and taking charcoal pills to eliminate any toxin in your body.
• He’s asking you if you are OK.
• Even though this wasn’t his fault, he still feels like it is.
• You remind him that there is nothing, he could’ve done since neither of you knew that the food was tainted with something.
• He rubs your belly at night, trying to ease the pain that you are feeling, and that your child are experiencing.
• At night, you hear him throwing up. You see him crouched on the side of the toilet, puking out whatever liquids were in his stomach.
• By the time he’s done, he all butt collapses on to the floor, exhausted.
• You help him up and he get him to brush his teeth then you to go back to bed with one trash can mirror each of your bedside.
Sergeant Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish
• Johnny and you had come down with some thing.
• It was a cold, rainy day in Scotland while he and you were hiking.
• You hadn’t expect it to rain so soon.
• It has been a beautiful day out on the highlands when suddenly you got drenched.
• You were now wet and cold and you had at least half a kilometer away from your car.
• Johnny made sure to get you warmed up with a nice hot shower and to make you guys both some soup.
• You could tell by his face he wasn’t feeling good either.
• Another good news was that you made sure to have the freezer stocked with soup bases, and stock as well as soups for cold days and emergencies.
• You to sit on the couch, cuddled together in your blankets, trying to stay warm and drink your soup.
• You take some Advil before heading off to bed.
• The next morning you feel worse than you did.
• You could hear Johnny moaning as he was puking up his contents from dinner.
• His puking caused you to have a chain reaction and you started to feel the bile rising up.
• Next thing you know you’re racing towards the bathroom to throw up as well.
• But it’s too late for you as you suddenly release most of your contacts on the bedroom floor, staining your carpet in the process.
• Johnny sees this and does what he can to finish up with his issue before coming over to help you at least make it into the bathroom before a second wave hits you.
• Your whole body is burning up.
• You decide to start a hot bath for both of you.
• You’re shaking for how cold you feel.
• Johnny does his best to keep you both warm.
• He lays a ton of kisses on your for head as he whispers that it’s going to be OK.
• He is very clingy and wants to be holding you and touching you at all times.
• Some thing about sharing body heat to keep you both warm.
• Just an excuse to hold you.
• He also promises to do a better thorough check on the weather the next time.
Sargent Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
• Gaz was the one that got sick first.
• You’re not exactly sure how he got it. He just came home with a cough and a scratchy throat saying it was nothing.
• The next morning, he woke up with a lot of pain in his throat, and it was making it difficult for him to breathe properly.
• Worried you take him to the doctors and you find out that he has strep throat.
• The doctor gives you the medication you need to help treat him and suggest that you stay away from him as best as you can.
• This hurts both of you since you both want to be close to one another especially in the time of need.
• Gaz makes a phone call to price letting him know that he won’t be in at base due to strep throat.
• Captain Price wishes him well and sends him a speedy recovery.
• Gaz hates taking medicine. He’s not a big fan of bitter stuff.
• But he will do anything if you get to play nurse for him.
• Slightly clingy, but not nearly as clingy as soap.
• Whines a little about not feeling well.
• He doesn’t complain much because he knows you’re doing your best and he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re not doing your best.
• He falls asleep faster if you’re in the room sitting in a chair next to him.
Commander Alejandro Vargas
• The commander is very similar to John. He rarely gets sick, but he hates seeing you get sick and more importantly he hates seeing his children get sick.
• His youngest daughter started not feeling very good a couple of days ago.
• His little baby girl was sent to the hospital to make sure everything was OK.
• She had just picked up the bug that had been passing around the area.
• Do you love watching your husband take care of his baby girl.
• He acts as if her life depends upon him solely to take care of her.
• The other two kids are advised to stay away from their youngest siblings room until she’s feeling better.
• They write her all cards, telling her to get well soon.
• Your two eldest children help you make fresh broth, so that their sibling could have some nourishment.
• Alejandro also knows that he is potentially at risk for catching whatever she has. So in order to keep the disease from spreading, he also sleeps in the guestroom.
• He does miss not being with his family.
Sergeant Major Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra
• Your son has always been a weak child from the beginning.
• Since the moment of birth, Rudy and you had to go to the doctors office quite more frequently than what most babies had to go into because your son suffers with autoimmune disease.
• When he was first born, you almost lost him, because he was so weak and born as a preemie.
• Thankfully, he has gotten a lot healthier, but it still considered a very small baby even for his size.
• It was one of those days where he was not feeling very good. While a normal cough or sneeze doesn’t harm a person can absolutely destroy your son.
• Rudy and you are in the ICU making sure that your son is in good hands and being watched over.
• Rudy is nervous but he chose not to show it for you.
• He loves his son dearly and wants the best for him he wishes that he could take his sons pain away.
• His son had to get some IV drips into him.
• Both you and your husband will stay in the hospital for sometime.
König
• Nothing beats a good day, playing out in the snow in Austria, however; that day will be very short-lived as the whole family gets whammied with an illness.
• The only one that isn’t sick is your baby boy who is staying with his grandmother for the time being as the rest if you get healed up.
• König is not a very healthy person. He doesn’t necessarily have an auto immune issue, but he does catch colds a lot faster, and he sustains them a lot longer than most people.
• Unfortunately, this means that all the work is put on you.
• He really wants to help with the responsibilities, but he can’t even move out of bed without the world spinning, and he hast to collapse back onto the sheets or risk blacking out.
• His girls fare better and you’re doing OK with just a sore throat and a slight fever and mixed with a headache.
• Since you are all sick, you decide to just all cuddle up together in bed.
• König is passed out fast asleep, and the two little girls are squirming around, trying to get comfortable.
• You’re doing your best that you can and you’ve already gotten the medicine from the doctors for the girls and your husband and yourself.
• One morning you wake up to somebody brushing your hair and you look up to see König with some hot coffee ready for you.
• He was feeling a little bit better this morning and wanted to do something nice for you.
• He feels really bad for not helping you with the girls even if you tell them it’s fine.
Alex Keller
• You’ve got pneumonia.
• Alex is like a Labrador retriever.
• He will get you anything that you need or want.
• He woke up in the middle of the night
• He then heard you crying, which helps him get up faster.
• You are in pain and the rattling in your lungs is the evidence of that pain.
• Alex does everything that the doctor prescribes you.
• You have to wear a nebulizer for a few minutes every handful of hours.
• He brings you clothes in his arms as you two are watching a TV show while your nebulizer is wrapped around your face, making a Low hum as it is pumping you with the steam.
• The way you’re laying on his leg is making him uncomfortable, but he’s not gonna say anything to you.
• Right now he’s focused on making sure that you are OK.
Philip Graves
• Philip has never been one really to get sick.
• He Springs back from a lot of things really quickly. It would literally take a bomb to put him under and even then he would still find away.
• He’s not feeling good but he’s got work that Hass to get done and no amount of stopping him is going to keep them from doing his work.
• That is until you get up into his face and pretty much force him back down on the couch when he tries to leave with a 102°f (39°c)fever.
• He grumbles about some thing for Work stating that he can’t miss on his job.
• So you make him go to a doctor and you find out that he has Covid.
• He gets a doctors note and calls in sick from work.
• Yeah, you’re petty.
• You make sure to get the bedroom set up nicely for him and also make sure to have water by his bedside so he’s not dehydrated.
• He grumbles more about how he can handle himself.
• You threaten to call his mom.
• He shuts up.
• He now begrudgingly has to deal with you, tending to his care
• The worst part is he actually enjoys it, and will find any excuse for you to be near him.
• He will ask five or six other times to bring him more tissues, or to fluff up the pillows or tuck in the sheets a little bit more.
• He tries to kiss you after every task, but of course you dodged them telling him he did not want to get Covid.
• He just gets grouchy again.
• Once he’s better, he plans on taking you out to dinner for all your hard work and making him feel better .
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jungle-angel · 7 months
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Send Off (Bob Floyd x Reader)
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Summary: You, Bob and the rest of the squad get ready to send your kids off to school and let the shenanigans ensue
"Okay Daddy I'm ready now!" Auggie chirped as he stepped out of the bathroom.
Bob sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Auggie, though he had tried, couldn't quite match his own clothes yet. "C'mere bud," Bob told him.
He went into Auggie's room and dug around in the dresser for a hot minute, pulling out a little white t-shirt and a blue checked flannel to go with Auggie's jeans. "Put this on," Bob told his little mini-me.
"But we're gonna miss the bus!" Auggie chirped again.
"Buddy we've still got plenty of time," Bob assured him.
"What's he buggin about missing the bus?" you asked, poking your head in the door.
"Just a little," Bob answered. "And might I ask why you're up Mrs. Floyd?"
"Bob, I've been taking it easy for three weeks now," you told him, the dishtowel in your hand coming to rest on your ever growing bump. "The only thing that your sister's allowing me to do is eat, sleep, read, watch t.v or use the can."
"Hey, Reagan's been doing this for the last nine years," Bob reminded you with a grin. "Trust me, you don't wanna brush off her advice."
You laughed a little, neither of you having noticed that Auggie had disappeared and come back a minute later. "Daddy I can't brush my teeth."
"Why not buddy?"
"Patrick's parked on the shitter!"
You and Bob both burst out laughing at Auggie's response, but at least three-year-old Patrick had finally gotten the hang of using the bathroom on his own.
You got Auggie's toothbrush and the charcoal and mint toothpaste out of the bathroom and had him scrub his teeth in the kitchen sink before Patrick was done, having just washed his hands. As soon as Auggie's backpack had been packed up, he followed Bob out of the house to wait for the bus.
It wasn't long before the rest of the squad had begun making their way down. Maverick was the first to drop by with Danny and Thomas while Rooster was close behind him with Nicky and Pete.
"You guys get outta the house ok?" Bob asked.
"Never better," Maverick yawned. "These two little demons though, woke Penny and I up at six-thirty while Amelia was doing her makeup in the bathroom."
Bob snickered a little, more so when he noticed Rooster in his black basketball shorts and a mismatched shirt. "You didn't sleep did you?" Bob chuckled.
"I couldn't even a coffee before we left," Rooster groaned. "These two are like bottomless pits......they just wolfed down their cornflakes and called it a day."
Coyote came striding up just a minute later with Paloma and Carla giggling like crazy but the exasperated look on his face saying it all.
"Hair......" he interjected before anyone could say anything. "That's all you've gotta know."
Bob looked over at his giggling nieces whose thick hair had been put into tight cornrows with white and turquoise beads at the end. "How'd you do it?" Bob asked him.
"I don't have a clue," Coyote said, throwing his hands up. "Those two cannot sit for two seconds to save their lives and my mom and my wife are the only ones who can do their hair. But somehow, Daddy did it!!!"
Payback crossed the street with Geneva and Neveah some time later while Mickey trailed along with Isabella in her new dress with a bright sunflower pattern. Hangman came around the back of his house with the twins while Phoenix was the last to arrive with Gabe in tow.
"Holy shit," Hangman groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. "Is it the first day of school already?"
"Unfortunately," Rooster answered.
"God help us all," Natasha said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Couldn't get the coffee in on time?" Jake asked her.
"This little knucklehead woke up and tried to bring the dog to school with him," Natasha answered. "First time I ever saw Cole jump outta bed in his shorts."
Everyone had a good laugh on the morning shenanigans while everyone had begun taking pictures of the older kids all lined up with their backpacks as they waited for the bus. It felt like forever but finally, the little yellow bus that had the name of their school stenciled on the side, pulled up and let the kids on. All of them waved goodbye to their parents, ready for the first day of school as the bus pulled away down the street.
"Are you crying?" Bob asked Jake.
"No," Jake insisted. "I've got allergies, that's all."
Bob rolled his eyes as everyone dispersed and went back to the house. His father's truck pulled into the driveway to bring Patrick down to the nursery school, where Auggie had gone, leaving you and Bob with the whole day ahead to get the nursery decorated for your daughter.
"What?" you asked when you heard Bob chuckle a little.
"Hangman was crying at the bus stop when Missy and Molly got on the bus," he answered.
"Did he really?"
"Oh yeah," Bob laughed. "Tole me it was allergies."
You both had a good laugh on the matter as you began putting the nursery together and attempting to paint it the way Patrick's nursery school had done. You looked over at your phone, noting the time, but hoping all the same that Auggie and your nieces and nephews were having the time of their lives on their first day of kindergarten.
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mncxbe · 7 months
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hi!! can you do a akutagawa sorta smut where reader is changing and he accidentally walks in on them and he's super flustered and reader is laughing it off but he's all worked up? I loved ur other subby aku fic
Uu yesyes^^ Loved writing this so much. Today I offer you soft and needy Aku. Hope you like it anon♡♡
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𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: seduction 101/ smut♡
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Blood raced through Akutagawa's entire body, anger seeping from every pore of his skin. Why the hell did everything go so wrong today? Since morning he's had mission after mission, endless hours of suppressed stress and, as if this weren't enough, he also ran into the weretiger during his lunch break.
Making his way towards the locker room, fists clenched in attempt to push down the rush of rage; he turned the door handle and swung it open.
And there you were, standing in the middle of the room; your body slightly hunched over as you tried to pull on a pair of thin stockings.
Your head snapped towards the door, arms coming to cover your chest.
"Didn't you learn to knock or- Oh hi Akutagawa."
Your lips curled into a sly smile when you saw how flustered your colleague was. He stood in the door frame, hand still grasping the knob as he held your gaze. Still, he couldn't deny that he was relieved he walked in on you instead of someone else.
The relationship between the two of you was not clearly defined yet: you were on friendly terms, sometimes even more than friendly considering the amount of times you hooked up; but the mafioso did his utmost during the past weeks to stay away from you.
He hated how his heart fluttered whenever he saw you. Even now, seeing you half naked, he could barely contain the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.
"Well?" you asked in a playful manner "Come inside. I need your help with my dress."
You had managed to slide the black stockings up your legs, their fabric so translucent that Akutagawa could see your skin through it. He gulped and stepped towards you.
"How was your day?" you asked again, reaching for a coathanger in your locker.
"Shitty" he scoffed "And yours?"
"Kinda ok. I'm going out tonight, as you can see." Pulling the plastic cover from the hanger, you showed him your dress. "Pretty, right?"
It was indeed a beautiful dress: mid thigh and charcoal coloured with little specks of shimmer.
"Yea. Really pretty." he hummed.
You turned around, slipping into the dress and slid it up your figure.
"Gimme a hand with the zipper will you?"
Akutagawa's hands trembled slightly as his lithe fingers travelled down to the small of your back and pulled up the zip. You held your hair in a loose bun, exposing the nape of your neck.
With each second that passed, not touching you became harder and harder. He missed you; your touch, your voice, your scent, the long nights you spent together.
You could basically feel the tension slowly building between you, like a force that pulled you towards him and you smirked. Pushing your body flush against his, your ass rubbed his erection.
"Thank you Ryuu." you giggled.
His hands fiercely gripped your hips, halting your movements. "Don't" he hissed, hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear.
"Why not? You sure seem eager to see me." you mocked as you turned to face him. "You've been avoiding me."
"I haven't..." he stammered, but the pleading look in your eyes made it hard for him to lie. "I'm just tired and frustrated."
A light chuckled rolled off your lips; music to his ears. "I know. How about I help you with it? I still have twenty minutes 'till I have to leave."
Tracing the lapel of his coat you smiled sweetly. Akutagawa's heart sank, lips parting as he gave in and kissed you. It was sloppy and needy and he mentally cursed himself for behaving so weakly in front of you. With his fingers entangled in your hair he pushed you backwards and pressed your back against the lockers.
"Needy, needy boy." you hummed as his lips traced feathery kissed along your neck, earning a groan from him.
Your colleague was too embarassed to reply, simply following whatever his body was telling him to do. He needed you so badly; depriving himself of you was a stupid move which only made him yearn for you more.
One of his hands hooked under your knee and you followed his lead, loosely wrapping your leg around the side of his body. From this new position you could feel his erection pressing against your pelvis.
"May I?" he asked defeatedly, digits lingering on the wristband of your stockings.
"Since you asked so nicely." You playfully booped his nose, causing the man to blush even more.
Words could not describe how incredible it felt to see him unravel in front of you. Because of you. Lust pooled Akuatagwa's eyes and his hands trembled in anticipation as he took the stockings off your leg; his gaze hungrily taking in every inch of your skin.
Akutagawa hastly pushed your panties aside and slipped inside, a desperate moan rolling off his lips.
"God you're so tight" he uttered between low grunts. He buried his head in the crook of your neck in attempt to conceal his flustered expression, teeth gently sinking into your plump skin.
His thrusts were deep and painfully slow; a futile attempt to prolong this moment. You could tell that he was holding back and this mere realisation made your heart flutter. Gently tugging at the black tufts of hair at the back of his head, you whispered the praise and sweet words he so desperately needed.
"Just like that Ryu. You're doing so great please don't stop" Your voice lulled him in a state of pure bliss, eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace.
It didn't take long for him to reach his high, his lips finding yours again. That kiss conveyed all unspoken workds and feelings, all his hopes and wishes. And you returned it, a small whimper escaping your lips when you felt his cum fill you up.
"Shit I'm sorry Y/N" he apologised between ragged breaths as he watched the white liquid dripping down your thigh.
"Nah don't worry. I'll go clean myself up." you said dismissively. "You feeling better now?"
Akutagawa took a moment to just feel. Indeed, the anger and lust were gone, having been replaced by a sweet feeling of... relief? serenity?
His lips curled in a sheepish smile as he nodded. "Yea. Thanks a lot."
"Anytime sweetie. Now I gotta go or my friends are gonna start drinking without me" you said with a wink before putting on your heels and walking towards the door.
"Hey, Y/N."
"Yea?"
"Call me when you're done with your friends. I'll come pick you up, ok?" You raised an eyebrow in surprise, urging him to add "I mean, it's the least I can do after... you know."
"Okay. That works" you beamed, waving him goodby. "See you later Ryuu."
Akutagawa watched the door close behind you, the muffled sound of your heels clicking against the floor growing fainter with each step you took. He took a seat on one of the benches and inhaled deeply. Your perfume still lingered in the air.
Resting his head on the palms of his hand; knees propped on his knees he sighed. Why on Earth did he have to catch feelings for you?
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theharrowing · 9 months
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Collateral 🗡️ 18: You, me, and our men
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Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.
But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?
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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon, Jungkook x Female Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung
🗡️ word count: 17.1k
🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 
🗡️ warnings: dear god, buckle up... discussion of drug use; very soft and fluffy moments; threesome; oral sex (m & f); screaming orgasm; multiple orgasms; playing footsie; punishment & reward; orgasm denial & control; voyeurism & exhibitionism; all of these men are shit heads; loud, sloppy oral; squirting; begging & teasing; light humiliation; safe words; Yoongi & Namjoon being domestic at a silly time; submissive Jeongguk; mc dominant for the first time; use of restraints; noona kink; hair pulling; face & body slapping; masturbation; praising; riding (forward & reverse); mirror sex; finger sucking; a little spanking; fingering; ass eating; overstimulation; after care; i love these characters so fucking much and it really shows ughhhhh.
🗡️ note: i really have no idea how i let the smut scene™ get so huge and wild, but i hope you enjoy it. after all the pent-up tension, it was fun to write. perhaps this scene being huge and gratuitous is my way of distracting you from the horrible realities of the Collateral universe, which will become extremely present in the next chapter. it feels more like a oneshot than a proper chapter, but...whatever. i know not one of you will complain. ok enjoy!!! i love you!!!
🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin!
🗡️ posted on june 2023 | read on ao3
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From the moment you wake up, your nerves are haywire. 
You know two things to be true. The first is that this is the last day in the foreseeable future that you will be spending in Jimin's home. The second is that Yoongi will be home shortly after 2 PM.
When Jimin wakes you up by rubbing over your forehead and whispering sweetly, it dawns on you that this is the last time, and it causes a swirling of happiness and sadness to fill your chest. The sun blares through the window at an angle that you typically miss in your sleep, and you squint against the morning light, a sight that has become something of a stranger to you. 
With a loud yawn, you rub sleep from your eyes. Then you grumble, feeling as if you had just gone to bed moments ago, frustrated to discover that it is only 10 AM and that you have, in fact, slept far less than normal. It is sweet for Jimin to wake you early on your last day; it warms your heart to know that he is up to something. 
"I thought we could get some coffee and pastries before I send you off to the Min Mansion," Jimin suggests with a smile. 
Today, Jimin is dressed casually in a burgundy turtleneck tucked into charcoal slacks, with his hair partially pushed off his forehead. His skin is dewy and clear of makeup, radiating with natural beauty. And you can tell his patience for you is wearing thin as his smile falters and his eyes widen; Jimin does not like to wait, and he is absolutely incapable of hiding anything on his face. 
"Alright, alright," you mutter before he has the chance to complain. 
With a somewhat indignant huff, you toss the warm, pretty pink and orange comforter aside and try not to lament how you will not be returning to its embrace. Then you pad over to the closet and choose a pair of black leggings and cozy green sweater, and you get dressed in there, knowing Jimin is still sitting on your bed, likely scrolling through his phone. 
"Don't worry about your things," Jimin calls when you stand a little too long, taking in the sight of clothing and shoes scattered around, cluttering up a sliver of space in the large, walk-in closet. "I'll have Joonie come deal with it. He loves doing your peasant work."
"That is true," you respond with a smile, shutting off the light in the closet and walking out in socked feet. "If there is one thing Namjoon is good at, it is doing exactly what I want him to."
Jimin rolls his eyes dramatically, and mutters, "Gross," under his breath, and the two of you giggle as you exit the room into the hallway, and set out for a morning errand.
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Hanging out with Jimin for several hours is a blast, and you spend most of the time seated on a café patio watching passersby and commenting on everything from the cooling weather to people's clothing styles and any random little thought that crops up in between. But as time ticks by, you become antsy.
By 1:30 PM, you are a wreck, checking your phone so often for a notification that Jimin snickers and tells you to relax. 
At 1:45 PM when you get the "Almost home!" text from Namjoon, your heart becomes so frantic, you feel like you might throw up.
"Alright, let's get you home," Jimin grumbles when you announce the news with shaking hands clenched tight to your phone. Maybe caffeine was a mistake. 
You are able to distract yourself a little with chatter during the drive, and even get lost in singing a song on the radio that you recognize as one of the tracks a dancer named Cherry enjoys stripping to. The breeze coming in through the windows as you leave the city pulls you into a calm state, and you close your eyes to enjoy the way the wind feels.  
But as soon as the car pulls into Namjoon's driveway, your stomach is turmoil, sloshing and churning, threatening to make you sick. You realize you are squeezing your hands tightly when the dig of your nails begins to hurt your palms, and you open them wide, flexing and attempting to relax them before resting them against your knees and squeezing. 
All you can think is, What if he hates me? What if he remembers every horrible thing I said? What if he never wants to see me again? 
Of course, you do not fully believe any of that; you do not think Yoongi has it in him to hold a grudge over something like that, especially if Namjoon has relayed the things you said to him the other night. But you do fear that something you said could have stuck with Yoongi—burrowed deep into his subconscious to make a home, festering with hateful words during quiet moments when all he wants is peace.
"Dove?" Jimin asks softly, and you gasp, pulling your gaze from the black dashboard that had gone out of focus as you stared at it. You glance up to find the vehicle has stopped in front of Namjoon's garage. 
"I'm scared," you mutter softly before you can stop yourself, squeezing your eyes closed to fight back the urge to cry.
"I know," Jimin responds as he reaches over to rub a hand over your shoulders and down your back. "But this is Yoongi, and he loves you. He is not going to be angry with you."
Although no tears have fallen, you press the sides of your index fingers below your eyes as if willing all condensation to stay put. And, with a deep exhale, you nod and say, "I don't think I worry about him being angry. But I do worry about him being hurt."
Jimin's hand slides up to your shoulder and gives it a squeeze, forcing your eyes to close involuntarily. "Go in there and talk to him," he urges, and you swallow thickly and nod some more. 
"Thanks for everything," you mutter, smiling despite yourself. 
"Any time, dove," Jimin responds, and you know that he means it.
The seatbelt feels heavy when you unbuckle it and release it to clunk against the door as it slides into resting position. With a slow, deep fortifying breath, you reach for the door handle and tug, then you begin the process of making your limbs move, one after the other, sluggish with anticipation. 
As you approach the door, your heart pounds, and you wring your hands in front of you with each step forward that you take. It will be fine, you tell yourself over and over. It will be fine, it will be fine, itwillbefine. 
Before you have a chance to lift your hand and knock, the door opens, and you squeeze your fists tight once more while taking in Namjoon's bright, beautiful smile. The urge to cry returns and your exhale rattles something fierce from deep in your lungs. 
"Hey, sweetheart," Namjoon says, eyes soft and knowing, assessing your very clear signs of distress. He wears a fuzzy brown cardigan over a white tee with black slacks, looking soft like a teddy bear and so inviting. "Deep breaths, yeah?"
You nod and let out a chuckle of relief as you step through the threshold and lean against him. Namjoon wraps his arms around you and steps back into the house, pulling you along just enough to allow him to close the front door. Both of your hands grip onto the cardigan, and you rub over the soft fabric with your thumbs while toeing out of your sneakers one at a time. 
"Alright, clingy," Namjoon jokes, rubbing splayed palms over your shoulders and back before attempting to release the hug and take a step away. You continue to hold on tight and step with him, causing Namjoon to laugh and take you firmly by the arms. "The only way out is through. Let's go release you from limbo; Yoongi is excited to see you."
Tears spill at the mention of Yoongi's name, and you heave an exhale, then stand straight and wipe uselessly under your eyes. Even as Namjoon rotates, you feel the urge to bury yourself forward once more, allowing your body to turn while your forehead rests against his chest. 
"Darling," Yoongi's deep, soft, beautiful voice calls from beside you, "why are you crying?"
You hardly get a look at Yoongi as you back away from Namjoon and fling your arms around Yoongi's middle, gripping onto another soft sweater as you bury yourself into his chest. Yoongi wraps you in a warm, delicate hug and presses his lips to your temple, holding you there while you tremble and cry. He smells sweet and musky and perfectly him, and you are so terribly in love.
"I'm sorry," you manage to whimper. 
Yoongi's hold on you tightens, and he slides his head beside yours, uttering soft shushes while his hands rove everywhere they can reach, squeezing your neck gently and patting over your hair. 
His voice is barely above a whisper as he responds, "I'm sorry, too."
"I didn't mean anything I said," you sob, and Yoongi's hug tightens then softens. 
"It's alright if you did," he says, voice full of love; no malice to be found. Because, of course, Yoongi is soft and understanding with you. Of course, he knows your heart. "You have every right to be hurt."
Finally, you release the hug and back up only far enough to smile at the face that greets you. Yoongi's hair is wild dark waves framing his beautiful face, and with tears in his eyes, he looks softer than ever before. He wears a light blue sweater, and you rub your hands over his chest searching for the words to say; overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.
You settle on a simple, "I love you," and it feels so right when it passes your lips. It feels so right when Yoongi's lips upturn into a sweet smile that reaches his eyes. "I love you, and I'm sorry, Yoongi. I'm so sorry."
"Let's sit?" Yoongi offers, and you exhale deeply, releasing so much tension that has built and built in your shoulders and chest. 
Yoongi guides the three of you over to a large, light brown leather couch. The cushion groans as Yoongi sits, and you take your place beside him, followed by Namjoon, who sits on your other side. You bend your legs and turn your body to Yoongi, who does the same, facing you with his elbow against the backrest. 
"You look great," Yoongi says with a smile, and although you are the most dressed down you have been in weeks, you return his smile, welcoming the compliment. With a teasing lift of a brow, he adds, "Namjoon says Jimin has been teaching you to dance?"
Warmth rises to your cheeks, and you chuckle, then nod. Yoongi waggles his eyebrows, making you laugh harder. You lift a hand to swat him on the chest, but Yoongi catches it and holds your palm against him, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
"Yes, Jimin has been teaching me to dance," you respond somewhat sheepishly. "And Hyejin, a little."
"Ah, Hwasa!" Yoongi responds happily, smiling widely—devastatingly. "I'm so glad you spent time getting out and making friends. I was worried about you being cooped up in a dark mansion for three weeks."
You chuckle, but something heavy settles in your chest, making you frown. "I was drinking a lot at first. But dancing helped me get out of my head. It's been really good for me."
Yoongi releases your hand and attempts to scoot closer, knocking his knee against yours. In fluid, unspoken movements, Yoongi spreads his legs—lifts one leg to rest against the backrest and slide past you—and you mold into him, shifting onto your knees to slot yourself into the space he has made and scoot onto your side, wrapping your arms around his chest. 
"Namjoon," you mutter against Yoongi's sweater. "This hug needs a Namjoon."
The sound of Yoongi's laughter rattling in his chest against your cheek is a symphony, and you squeeze him tighter, feeling love build and build and pour from you. The couch shifts behind you as Namjoon stands, and Yoongi attempts to scoot the two of you forward while Namjoon wedges himself behind Yoongi. The two of them shift around until one of Namjoon's legs slide beside Yoongi's, multiplying your hug as two more arms wrap around you, sinking you further against Yoongi's chest.
"Better," you mutter happily, tilting your head to press soft kisses to the underside of Yoongi's chin and against his throat. Yoongi sighs with a smile and tightens his hug, and you continue to kiss along the curve of his neck until Namjoon—whose lips are pressed just below Yoongi's ear—comes into view. 
"Thank you for giving me another chance," Yoongi says, tugging at your heartstrings so hard you nearly cry again. 
"You're not allowed to thank me for loving you," you complain against his skin, breathing in his musk.
Yoongi chuckles gentle and sweet and says, "On the contrary, I am extremely grateful for your love." His voice softens as he adds, "And I intend to do my best to never take you for granted again."
"I don't understand what drove you to use…" you blurt out, then trail off, unable to say the word heroin, feeling it lodge itself in your throat, sharp as a needle and thick as tar. As you swallow around the discomfort and continue, Yoongi's fingertips trace shapes against your back, and Namjoon gives your biceps a gentle squeeze. "I don't understand addiction at all, and I overreacted. Even if my feelings were genuine at the time, the things I said were awful. I want you to feel safe with me, and I want to support you through whatever you are going through. I guess I was just shocked, but that's no excuse to lash out."
Kisses litter your cheeks and forehead, firm and soft and lingering, punctuated with hums. Your eyes flutter closed, and you lean into Yoongi's lips, smiling as his body says so much without the use of words. 
"I feel safe with you," Yoongi finally says, and you sigh, content. "I can't fully explain what drives me to use…and I can't promise I won't again…but I want to try to stay clean. I deserve to feel happy, and pushing you away or putting myself at risk of overdose are terrible ways to chase happiness."
"You can always talk to me," you offer despite silently acknowledging how huge and heavy and impossible some things might feel to voice. "And Namjoon."
"I'm going to resume therapy, too," Yoongi says. "I was talking to Christopher for a while, but stopped shortly before you moved in. I think it would be good for me to return to him."
You nod and bury your face against his neck, wondering if you should also talk to the family therapist. Some nights, you wake up screaming, returned by your subconscious to the night of the crash—to the sight of Taehyung stabbing a man clear through the gut with a blade. 
Even now, the thought claws at your subconsciousness with such force that Namjoon says something softly, and you hear Yoongi hum in response, but the sounds are distant and hard to parse. You squeeze your eyes closed, determined to be present and not spiral, breathing away the memory of that night as best as you can. 
"I hope the therapy helps," you say with a bit of a pout, feeling emotionally overwhelmed but with a desire to keep assuring Yoongi that you are here for him. "I'll do my best to love and support you."
Yoongi squeezes you tight and sighs against you, and Namjoon's hands slowly rub over your arms and Yoongi's in calming motions. This feels like the right time to voice what has been weighing on you so heavily, but as you open your mouth to speak, you begin to feel nervous. But why should you feel nervous with Yoongi? Since he began opening up to you, he has been supportive and understanding; asking him what the three of you are should not be scary.
"How would you define our…" you begin, trailing off while your pulse pounds loudly in your ears. "Our, uh…our relationship."
Four arms hug you tight, and Yoongi hums softly. Then, he asks, "You mean the fake engagement doesn't make my intentions clear enough?"
"No, you're right," you chide, lifting a hand to swat at Yoongi's shoulder, making him laugh harder. "Silly me."
It takes a moment for Yoongi's laughter to die. His shoulders continue to shake, and you give him time to respond truthfully while you rub his soft blue sweater between your thumb and forefinger. 
"I consider the two of you my romantic partners," Yoongi finally says, voice low and sweet. "I consider us exclusive, but with an asterisk attached to the word, allowing you and Jeongguk to play around if that is something you still want."
"It is," you admit, feeling your cheeks warm.
"And the same goes for me," Namjoon says, making your smile widen. You already know these things to be true, but it feels so nice to hear them spoken aloud.
"Okay," you respond. "Good."
"I suppose we have never had this conversation," Yoongi muses. "We sort of just…fell into one another."
"A beautiful collision," Namjoon says, fingers tracing shapes against your shoulders. "I feel so lucky to have been pulled by such an undeniable gravitational force, creating a galaxy of beauty and warmth between the three of us."
"What the fuck," you mutter against Yoongi's sweater. "That was so poetic and cute. I want to kiss you so bad, but I don't want to move."
Namjoon chuckles and gives your shoulders a squeeze. "You have plenty of time to kiss me, don't worry."
With a dreamy sigh, you mutter, "Good."
The three of you sit like this for a while, quiet and tangled around one another. Then Namjoon's phone rings, shrill and loud, and he shifts around as he fishes the device from a pocket to answer. 
"Hey, Tae," he says, and you smile to yourself; they say, speak of the devil, and he shall appear, but you only needed to think of him moments ago. 
"Hey, would you two like to join Taehyung and Jeongguk for dinner?" Namjoon asks. "Jeongguk is cooking."
"Darling?" Yoongi prompts, and you nod without taking time to consider the offer. As nice as it is to have a quiet moment between just the three of you, you imagine Taehyung and Jeongguk are eager to see Yoongi again. And you did tell Jeongguk that you would be interested in the five of you getting together soon. 
You, me, and our men.
Namjoon confirms that the three of you will be joining them, then ends the call and informs the two of you that you have just over two hours to get ready and meet at Taehyung's place.
"I need to change into something a little nicer," you grumble, reluctant to release Yoongi from your hold. 
You remember the closet of things that are at Jimin's place, and you frown, feeling torn once more. You are glad to be returning to Yoongi's bed, by Yoongi and Namjoon's side, but having a little home away from home was nice. 
"Let's head home, then?" Yoongi suggests, and you nod but continue to lean into him, breathing in his musk and feeling his warmth. 
It takes coaxing to get off the couch, and you whine and grumble the entire way, stumbling over your feet as you move, arms still slung around Yoongi and refusing to let go. Namjoon chuckles and heads to the door first to put on his shoes, and Yoongi waddles in that direction, walking you backward and pressing you into the door while he leans and bends to put his shoes back on. 
Only when you need to use your hands because shoving your feet into your sneakers proves feeble with the tongue and heels bending and getting stuck, do you release Yoongi, huffing and puffing indignantly the entire time. 
"Want a piggyback ride, sweetheart?" Namjoon offers as he opens the front door, and you gasp loudly because yes, absolutely, you do.
"Yes, yes, yes," you chant, excited, and Namjoon walks outside, steps down the three short steps onto the ground, and stands with his arms held out to the sides. You run and leap onto him, wrapping your arms tight around his neck, making him wheeze as he reaches for your legs and adjusts you in his hold. 
"Sorry, Joonbug," you mutter as you loosen your hold and place kisses along his nape, and Namjoon chuckles and says, "It'll take a lot more than that to kill me, don't worry."
Yoongi closes the door and falls into step beside the two of you, and off they walk to the dirt and gravel path that leads back to the main mansion. Yoongi reaches for one of Namjoon's hands, linking their fingers together, and you smile as you rest your head against Namjoon's shoulder, feeling safe and warm and happy—indestructible and untouchable in this soft, quiet moment. 
The walk back is peaceful, with only the sounds of footfalls crunching softly guiding you home, and you close your eyes, relaxing and breathing in the gentle bouquet of Namjoon's skin, shampoo, and laundry detergent. Despite being big and strong, with more blood on his hands than you can imagine, Namjoon is sweet, sweet, sweet, filling you from limb to limb with so much affection.
You hear the ground change underfoot and open your eyes to find yourself being carried past the driveway and garage, toward the front door. It feels good to be home, and you straighten out and watch over Namjoon's head as Yoongi takes the lead and begins to unlock the front door. Although you have cried more than necessary for one day, tears well in your eyes, and you feel so inexplicably happy to finally be home.
Yoongi takes off his shoes, then pulls yours off for you, chucking them aside while Namjoon steps from the slides he wore. There is a very light atmospheric scent to the mansion that you only now realize you have missed, and you look around at everything that is just as it was the last time you saw it—frozen in time and waiting, shrouded in dust motes that sparkle in the sunlight.
Namjoon carries you through the main hall and up the stairs, holding onto Yoongi's hand once more. Once you reach the master suite, Namjoon bends to lower you to the bed, then spins before you have a chance to fully release your hold, and closes in fast, slotting his lips against yours and sending a thrill of arousal through you. It has been far too long, and you melt into his touch. 
"We have two hours," Namjoon mutters against your lips, slotting himself between your spread legs. His mouth trails low, kissing and nipping at your neck and making you shiver. "I need to have both of you before I lose my fucking mind."
"You have me," you groan, lolling your head back with pleasure. "I'm all yours. You too, kitten."
"Kitten," Yoongi repeats in a low rasp as he climbs onto the bed behind you. 
The tangle of bodies is chaotic and haphazard—ravenous. Hands push and tug and remove articles of clothing while mouths desperately attempt to remain attached to mouths and skin, bruisingly firm touches and moaned confessions, making up for lost time. 
You slide to the floor eager to wrap your lips around Namjoon's half-hard cock, feeling him shudder beneath your fingertips while his whimper becomes lost between Yoongi's lips. Yoongi joins you on the soft rug, and you share your prize, watching with bated breath as his pretty doll lips wrap around Namjoon's hard length. And as a show of love, you graciously allow Yoongi to swallow Namjoon's cum. 
Namjoon has you on your feet and then on your back against the dark comforter so fast your head spins, and the two of them take their time pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with their mouths and fingers until Yoongi finally spins you onto your hands and knees, and fucks you so hard, you scream into Namjoon's warm, open mouth. 
"Taehyung's gonna kill us for being late," Namjoon jokes as he presses Yoongi into the mattress to stretch him on one finger, then two, all the way to four. When Yoongi makes you cum with his mouth mere moments before his own orgasm hits, it feels too good to be true. And when Namjoon's back arches and he fills Yoongi with his own release, the whorling mixture of moans and whimpers in the air lulls your trembling, achingly euphoric body deep into the comforter. 
You are so fucked out and high on pleasure that Namjoon has to carry you to the shower. 
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When Jeongguk opens Taehyung's door wide and inviting, the first words that greet you are, "Taehyung is going to kill you for being late." His eyes drift between the three of you, and you watch as his gaze hones in on the bruise you sucked into Yoongi's throat hours before. 
The savory scent of meat and spices hit your nose, and you take a deep inhale, smiling as you say, "It smells amazing."
Jeongguk beams and takes a step back, giving the three of you room to enter. He wears that damned silk leopard print shirt again, this time tucked into tight black slacks, and you smirk to yourself remembering the conversation you had at Paradise; the sweet boy took your teasing to heart. 
You wear a simple black short-sleeve a-line mini dress that stops mid-thigh, with a heavy Cuban link necklace encrusted in diamonds, and your hair pulled back tight. Although your makeup application skills pale in comparison to Jimin's, you managed to paint a smoky look to your eyelids and allowed Yoongi to pick out a bright red for your lips. Yoongi and Namjoon wear black tucked into black, with several buttons undone, revealing skin and silver chains. 
As you step into Taehyung's home and out of your heels, Jeongguk walks ahead through the living room, off to the right. Taehyung's home takes you by surprise. His furniture is extravagant and mismatched, gaudy floral velvets and curving, carved woods. Art pieces litter walls and surfaces, from landscapes to portraits and strange carvings that may be human bodies but could be amorphous blobs. 
As you walk through the space, Yoongi takes your hand and tugs you slightly back, causing you to bump into him. "You can rile Jeonggukie up if you'd like to," he mutters in your ear. "Tease him a little."
Heat licks at your senses as you remember the discussion you had with Jeongguk. Nothing could happen without the others present, and here you are, under one roof with everyone at once. Your heart soars with hopeful anticipation, and you twist to send Yoongi a wink, making him chuckle. 
As you round the dividing wall into the dining area, you find a long, sprawling table adorned with dishes and covered pots of food. Past that is a black marble island against which Taehyung stands, frowning while swirling a glass of deep red wine. He wears a burgundy shirt that nearly matches his beverage, tucked into dark brown slacks, and at the sight of him, you smile widely. 
"Thanks for the invite," you beam, pleased when Taehyung does not miss a beat, grumbling, "Thanks for finally fucking showing up."
"Sorry, Taehyungah," Yoongi says as he slots an arm around your waist, kicking butterflies up in your tummy. "I've been away from these two for too long…I couldn't keep my hands to myself."
With a hum, Taehyung kicks from the island and says, "I suppose it was my fault for only giving you two hours." Adding, with a dismissive wave, "All is forgiven."
"How gracious," you mutter under your breath as Jeongguk brings a final dish to the table and Taehyung urges everyone to sit. 
Yoongi surprises you by taking a seat beside Jeongguk, and Namjoon pulls out the chair in front of Jeongguk's for you, so you sit and scoot in while Namjoon sits across from Yoongi, to your left, and Taehyung places himself at the head, to your right. Taehyung lifts lids from dishes, revealing pan-seared steaks and sides of potatoes, steamed and pickled vegetables, and an inviting pile of glass noodles. 
"Holy shit," you mutter as your mouth waters, and Namjoon grabs your plate, asking softly what you would like and how much of each serving. 
Yoongi and Jeongguk serve themselves, discussing something lowly and impossible to hear while Taehyung fills your glass with red wine. Once everyone is settled with their plates in front of them, Jeongguk raises a toast. 
"To Yoongi-hyung staying happy and healthy," he beams, turning to face Yoongi, whose cheeks flush as he smiles wide, showing off his gums. "Whatever it is you're going through, you're never alone, okay, hyung? I mean that. You have a lot of support."
"Alright, enough," Yoongi grumbles, shoving his wine glass forward for the rest of you to tap yours against. Although he is doing his best to appear as grumpy and impassive as possible, the joyful glimmer in his eyes is unmistakable. 
Everyone drinks and then begins to eat, and you take a deep, calming exhale before digging in, bracing yourself for a delicious meal. The food is fantastic, and you fall back in your chair after only a few bites, almost frustrated by how well Jeongguk can cook.
Namjoon chuckles from your left, and you turn to find him watching you with a smile. "That good, huh?" he asks, knowing full well the physical and emotional anguish you are experiencing. 
"It's ridiculous," you complain as you sit forward and continue to eat, and when you glance at Jeongguk, he is smiling around a bite of food. 
"How are you liking the new position at Paradise?" Yoongi asks as everyone begins to slow down mid-meal. 
"It's fun," Jeongguk responds happily, having a sip of wine.
This feels like a good time to rile Jeongguk up, and you take a sip of your wine and prepare yourself with a deep breath for impending foolery. Tentatively, slowly, you stretch your leg forward, searching with your toes for an ankle or a calf. When the side of your foot brushes against the side of a leg, you lock eyes with Jeongguk, who gazes curiously at you over his glass. 
"Jimin says you've been really enjoying it there, and that everyone is warming up to you quickly," Yoongi continues, using a knife to cut off a section of his steak. 
Jeongguk clears his throat, and you drop your leg away only enough to recalibrate your aim and try again. This time, you find the inside of a calf rather than the outside, and you very delicately rub your toes against him, feeling the soft material of his slacks gather and fall away. 
"Y-yeah," Jeongguk stammers, repositioning himself in his seat so that his legs are even closer—easier for you to access. "I like it there a lot, and Jimin-hyung says I'm learning the ropes pretty fast.” 
You push your leg up, grazing along Jeongguk's knee as you ask, "Is there anything our Jeonggukie can't do well?" 
Jeongguk's eyes widen, and he clears his throat, failing to hide the effect you have on him from even a small touch. You glance at Yoongi to find his eyes flitting briefly down at the foot between Jeongguk's legs as he bites back a smile. 
"Word on the street is you're little miss popular at Paradise, too," Taehyung says, turning your attention to him. He raises an eyebrow as if studying you, and suddenly you feel nervous, like a child caught misbehaving by their teacher. You wonder if there is any way he could know what you are up to. 
You clear your throat and continue to lift and press your foot forward rubbing your toes against Jeongguk's inner thigh, and from the corner of your eye, you can see him jolting slightly before slouching himself a little closer.
"Jeonggukie," Taehyung says before you have a chance to respond to his earlier inquiry, cocking his head curiously. "Care to share with the class what seems to be the matter with you?" 
Rather than letting up, you rub your foot back and forward, inching slowly closer to his crotch and making him shiver as he responds, "No-nothing. Why?" 
Taehyung is fast on his feet, standing and rounding the table before you can move your foot away, but you still sit up quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as Taehyung looks at Jeongguk, then looks at you. 
"Playing footsie, I see," Taehyung says as he approaches Jeongguk's chair, places two hands on the tall wooden backrest, and leans close. "And without my permission." 
"S-sorry, sir," Jeongguk says as his eyes fall to his plate. His entire demeanor shifts, making him seem small and weak compared to a moment ago. 
"Hyung, what should we do to punish these two?"
Yoongi's smirk is sharp and knowing, and you begin to wonder whether this was his plan, all along. You wonder if he knew that encouraging you to rile up Jeongguk would get this kind of reaction from Taehyung. What if the two of them planned this ahead of time?  
"Up to you, Taehyungah," Yoongi responds, sending a chill along your spine.
"I think Jeonggukie should get under the table and give our dollface here a taste of her own medicine," Taehyung suggests. 
"Darling?" Yoongi asks, "Do you consent to this?"
"Yes," you respond softly, feeling somewhat dazed as your eyes trail from Yoongi's grin to Jeongguk's shocked expression and finally to a smirking Taehyung. 
"You heard her, Jeongguk," Taehyung says firmly with a hint of impatience.
Without needing further instruction, Jeongguk pushes his chair back and sinks to his knees. "Yes, sir," he mutters before his head disappears under the table.
Your heart pounds, and you watch Yoongi, who sits and stares at you with his wine glass cradled between his fingers. The feeling of two warm hands spreading your legs makes you gasp and shudder, and you comply with allowing Jeongguk access, sinking further in your chair until your ass is right on its edge.
"I don't want to hear a sound from you, doll," Taehyung instructs, ripping your gaze from Yoongi to him. "If you so much as whimper, I won't let you fuck him. Understand?"
"Y-yes," you respond in time for the featherlight brush of fingers over your clothed heat, intaking a deep, quiet breath.  
"Yes, sir," Taehyung instructs, and you nod emphatically as you correct yourself, saying, "Y-yes, sir."
Warm breath wafts between your legs, and you swallow thickly, glancing between Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon, who all carry on as if nothing is happening. Taehyung takes Jeongguk's seat, and the three men discuss bringing The Tigers on to take care of Jeongguk's former responsibilities, and how things have been going while Yoongi has been away. It seems Namjoon has been the family point person in Yoongi's absence, but you cannot bring yourself to listen closely to their conversation because the feeling of lips dragging over your pussy shuts out all sound around you. 
With a sigh that is as silent as you can manage, you let your head fall back against the wooden chair. Warmth laps over the mesh layer covering you, and you shiver as your pelvis angles upward, chasing the sensation. You want to beg Jeongguk to move your panties aside and touch you properly, and you bite your bottom lip to keep any sound from spilling. 
Namjoon is the picture of nonchalance as he leans forward and reaches for a bottle of wine to fill his empty glass. When he turns to you and reaches for yours, which is still half full, his voice is so sweet and soft, asking, "Don't care for the wine, sweetheart?"
As if determined to spoil any chance of fucking you, Jeongguk chooses this moment to tug your panties away and press the pads of his fingers against you, spreading your lips slowly and firmly. Your eyes roll back as he rubs over your clit, and you shake your head, doing your best to stay present as you say, "It's good," breathy and clearly on the brink of losing it. "It's a good wine."
"Well, then drink up, darling," Yoongi suggests, raising an eyebrow as your chest heaves. "There's plenty more wine; don't be shy."
You tremble as you lean forward and reach for your glass, gripping the stem tightly to lift it to your lips. Jeongguk's tongue flicks against you in quick, teasing tastes, and you chug back a large gulp, gasping for air once it is swallowed down as pleasure mixes with hints of a buzz. 
Jeongguk wastes no more time, licking and sucking your pussy with skill and vigor. He hums between your legs, making loud wet sounds with his mouth as if you are just another course in his expertly prepared meal. You wonder if he does it to taunt the men at the table, what with how loud he is.
Arousal builds quickly, flooding you hot and fast, making you scrape your fingernails into the arms of the wooden chair as you hold your lips taut between your teeth, desperate to stay silent. It feels good. So good that you have to puff out your cheeks in order to hold back from making any sound. So good that whenever one of the men attempts to speak to you, you respond in nods or a shake of the head, all the while keeping your eyes squeezed shut.
"Do you think we are too mean to her?" Taehyung teases, and you open your eyes to find the three men watching you with hungry, dark expressions. "Perhaps asking her not to make a sound was uncalled for. After all, Jeongguk loves eating pussy, and I imagine he is giving his all to our sweet doll."
"She is quite vocal," Yoongi says with a pout as if taking pity on you. 
"And she does make the sweetest sounds," Namjoon adds with a grin. 
Jeongguk slips a finger into your heat, forcing your entire body to simultaneously attempt to tense and relax. Although it is not much of a stretch, the angle forces him to press against your erogenous zone, and you tremble into the feeling. 
"Dollface?" Taehyung asks, and you turn your attention to him with wide, eager eyes. "Do you think my punishment is too harsh?"
You look around to all three men, attempting to gauge their expressions, which are all somewhere between curious and stern. Although Taehyung seems to be offering you a lifeline, you worry that outright agreeing might be more dangerous in the long run. 
"N-no, sir," you respond, sinking a little further into bliss as Jeongguk finger-fucks and eats you out. "Ah-I was naughty and deserve to be punished."
Taehyung seems pleased, eyes widening as he says, "My, what an obedient girl. You two must have a lot of fun with her, don't you?"
Namjoon leans and drapes an arm over your shoulders, and the weight of it paired with his light, distinguishing musk and delicate cologne does nothing to stave the many tumultuous sensations eager to pour from you. Already, you climb closer to orgasm; all Jeongguk would have to do is slip a second finger inside, and you would burst in seconds. 
"We sure do," Namjoon groans beside you, and the sound of his voice is too much, causing your eyes to roll back once more as you bite your lips closed.
"Since you're so desperate to be good," Taehyung says almost sardonically, "I will let you make all the sounds you need to. But only after you have been granted permission to cum, which you have to beg for."
The men in this so-called family are infuriating with their need to make you beg, and you open your mouth, letting out a quiet shuttering sigh, then lift your gaze to your devious, gracious host and ask, "Please, sir. Please, may I cum?"
"Already?" Taehyung asks, cocking his head with surprise. 
"She is extremely easy to please," Yoongi says, filling you with red-hot embarrassment. 
"Especially since we already made her nice and sensitive earlier," Namjoon adds. "I bet she will become overstimulated fast."
"I'm close," you say, voice coming out a little too broken—too close to a whimper. "Sir, please. I'll never misbehave again, please, please."
The squelch of Jeongguk's finger fucking into you becomes audible, and Namjoon shifts beside you as he asks, "Are you using two fingers, Gguk?"
Frantically, you shake your head, eager to tell Namjoon, No, please, don't encourage him. But Jeongguk is obedient as can be, and he slides his finger out only to press two deep inside. The stretch makes your mouth fall agape, and you huff out silent vowels, holding back so much you practically choke on air. 
"Please," you try again, staring ahead at Taehyung while doing your best to school your features. Pleasure tugs at every inch of you, knitting your brows and forcing your mouth open to hang wide, and you croak around each syllable, muttering like a prayer, "Please, please, please."
"Ggukie," Taehyung calls, "is she close, baby?"
Jeongguk licks a long, slow stripe over you, then calls, "Her muscles keep tensing and relaxing; she feels very close," before getting back to work, making your head absolutely spin.
"I am close," you mutter just above a whisper, desperate. "I'm so close. Please, sir. Please let me cum."
"Are you sure you deserve to?" Taehyung asks.
Petulance rises, and you rotate to glance between Yoongi and Namjoon with a look of sheer desperation that the two of them all but ignore. You confessed your love to these two monsters, and this is the way they treat you in a time of mental and emotional collapse; unbelievable!
"Please," you turn your attention back to Taehyung. You are so close to the edge, every fiber of your being trembles under the pressure of tightening your muscles and staving off release, but you are not sure you can hold on much longer. Orgasm denial is not something you are used to; pretty soon, your body will give into Jeongguk's very talented mouth and fingers and do what it wants to, permission be damned.
Yoongi stands slowly, scraping his chair legs against the wooden floor, then he rounds the table with a look of hunger, slowly stalking. Although you attempt to follow his movements, just having him nearer makes it more and more difficult to hold back. Clearly, these men are determined to torture you.
Yoongi grabs your chairback with both hands, which you see from the corners of your eyes, then he leans close, filling your senses with his musk, asking, "Is our Jeonggukie making you feel good, darling?"
You nod emphatically, biting your lips closed for fear of moaning if you attempt to speak. Jeongguk's fingers press over the sweet spot that makes you crumble so easily, and you squeeze your eyes closed in an attempt to hold your composure. 
"Use your words, sweetheart," Namjoon instructs.
"Ye—" you huff and sigh, eyes widening as Jeongguk's tongue laves and twirls, sloppy and wet. "Y-yes, sir," you practically moan, jaw trembling around each syllable.
"Poor thing," Taehyung teases, "just look at her fall apart."
"Please, sir," you mutter, closing your eyes. "Please, please, please."
With each push and pull of Jeongguk's fingers, you lose the ability to hold on any longer. Your body quakes from the storm that rages inside you, and heat pools and pools, ebbing but never flowing.
"Please," you beg more desperately. "Sir, please!"
"Can't hold on any longer, can you?" Yoongi asks, and you shake your head, muttering, "No, sir; I can't."
With a sigh, almost as if he is annoyed, Taehyung sits forward with both elbows against the table and says, "Alright, pretty doll. Cum for us."
The moment you relax, orgasm rushes through you, dragging you straight to the depths of hell. You practically scream, "Oh, god!" as Jeongguk plunges his fingers deep, sucking at your clit gently in a rhythm that pulls pleasure from every inch of you.
You grip the chair tightly and squeeze your eyes closed, gasping and panting while you cum on Jeongguk's fingers and tongue, coating him in a release that pours from you, hitting your thighs in droplets. Yoongi's arms wrap around you, one splayed hand on your chest while the other loosely grips onto your throat, holding you firmly in place. 
Overstimulation hits just as fast as your orgasm had, and you sob and begin to pull your hips back, eager to force Jeongguk to stop but unwilling to call a safe word or command him to. Jeongguk's mouth feels good—different from the ways Yoongi and Namjoon pleasure you, though you are incapable of determining how. Heat fills your cheeks at the thought of Jeongguk wanting this for as long as you have, and you begin to pull away with more intention, this time. 
"Too much," you beg. "Please, I can't—"
Jeongguk's lips and fingers fall away instantly, leaving you drenched and shivering as the air hits your exposed pussy. Yoongi lets up on his hold around you, and you catch your breath, heaving each exhale through your lungs as if you had just been drowning. 
"Magnificent," Taehyung praises with a smile. "Namjoon is right, you really do make pretty sounds, doll."
"Th-thank you, sir," you gasp, feeling equal parts thrilled and humiliated to cum with Taehyung watching you.
"Can you take more?" Taehyung asks with a raise of an eyebrow. He scoots his chair back and Jeongguk crawls between his legs, resting his head on Taehyung's lap with a dopey, wet smile that you can just barely see past the table. Taehyung rakes his fingers through Jeongguk's hair, keeping his eyes on you. "I can restrain this pretty boy and let you have your way with him, if you would like."
Using Jeongguk for your own pleasure sounds like a fantastic idea, and although you are overstimulated, you nod, slowing your breathing as you say, "I would like that, sir."
"Wonderful!" Taehyung beams, giving Jeongguk a soft pat on the head. "Get a head start, baby. I want to find you in the throne room, naked, in the center of the bed, understand?"
Jeongguk sits high on his knees, tilting his head up to Taehyung with an expression that pours over with affection. "Yes, sir," he says as Taehyung leans down and presses their lips together. Then he stands, and you notice the drool and cum that coats his chin and chest, shimmering in the light. Your gaze flickers to Taehyung just in time to notice him licking his lips, and you burn with the knowledge that he can also taste you. 
Jeongguk leaves the room, and you take the opportunity to reach for your refilled wine glass and chug its contents back, gasping on your next breath while your hands tremble. Taehyung stands and returns to his seat, to the right of you, leaning against the top of the backrest.
"How are you feeling?" he asks in a tone sweet enough to take you by surprise. 
"Good," you respond truthfully, sitting up and squeezing your thighs tight. 
"It goes without saying, but you absolutely do not have to keep going if you need to stop," he assures you, and you smile, giving a slight nod and muttering, "I'm good. I'm enjoying myself."
"Yoongi-hyung? Namjoon-hyung?" Taehyung asks.
"Perfect," Namjoon responds as Yoongi says, "I'm having a great time."
"Good," Taehyung says, clapping his hands together once. "I was prepared to have more of a conversation, but none of that seems necessary, so let's dive right in. Jeongguk and I use the stoplight safeword system, do you know what that is?"
You clear your throat and nod, having learned about this from your days in sex work. "Green for continue, red for stop," you say, unsure what their use of yellow might be, as sometimes it can vary.
"Exactly," Taehyung praises as he walks over and leaves a gentle pat against your head. "Yellow means slow down or let up, depending on what you are doing. You can check in and demand a color, but he is good about calling when he needs to. As for you—" he raises an eyebrow with his hands on his hips, "—Jeongguk and I have agreed that you can fuck him as long as I get to tell you what to do. Yoongi and Namjoon are also welcome to command you. Of course, if there is something you do not enjoy, you get the final say and can call a color, or simply tell us no. We want you to enjoy this experience to the fullest and will never demand anything you dislike. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," you mutter while wrapping your head around everything, feeling equally eager and nervous.
"Perfect," Taehyung says. "I just need ten minutes to get him ready for you…we're in the first door on the right."
As Taehyung begins to walk in the direction Jeongguk went, you sit up with a start. "Wait," you say, feeling nervous to voice your concern. "I…I've never been…dominant, before. Is there anything I should know? Or do?"  
With a grin, Taehyung turns his attention back to you, raking his eyes over you before he shrugs and says, "Just have fun. Jeongguk gets very sensitive if you tease him long enough…so you can lean into that if it's something you enjoy. That is, as long as you are being obedient to our orders."
You nod and say, "Understood," and Taehyung turns away and begins to exit the room. 
"These heathens left a mess behind," Yoongi grumbles as he gets to work covering pots of food and moving them to the stove before opening the cabinets to find storage containers. Namjoon follows suit, collecting plates and wine glasses to rinse and stack in the sink, and you sit in your chair in a bit of a daze, staring around the room, half-noticing the curved shapes of wood carvings on the chairs and the faint shapes of houseplants that you are not able to fully perceive. 
Once the table is clear, Yoongi pulls back a sleeve and checks his watch. "It's been about ten minutes," he says. "Shall we?"
"Best not to make Taehyung wait twice," Namjoon teases as he approaches and reaches a hand for you to take. 
Everything feels hazy and dream-like as the two of them lead you through Taehyung's house to the stairs near the front foyer. Each step creeks gently underfoot, and the closer you climb to the second level, the more frenzied your heart becomes. Your panties are soaked, askew, and uncomfortable, and your hand prickles with sweat in Namjoon's firm hold, which you grip a little tighter once you get to the upper landing. 
"Ready?" Namjoon asks sweetly, and you nod, muttering, "Yes, daddy," earning your palm a squeeze. 
As soon as you turn to enter the hallway, and turn again to the first room on the right, it becomes evident that this is not the master suite but a room they have specifically for sex. To the left in this large room is a king-sized four-poster bed covered in black satin with black mesh hanging down over and tied neatly to each post. Rigged between the two posts at the head of the bed is some metal bar contraption that Jeongguk is attached to, and it takes a few moments of staring at him for the scene to fully settle in.
Jeongguk is nude with his hands over his head, arms extended long, with his wrists restrained high enough that he has to sit tall on his legs. Except his thighs have leather straps around them, connected to leather straps around his ankles, suspending him in a somewhat strange position, as he does not seem able to fully sit tall or relax all the way down. 
"Breathtaking, isn't he?" Taehyung asks from a large black and gold throne to the right, overlooking the scene. He sits slouched against one arm of the square, wooden seat with a leg slung over the other arm, lounged and looking bored. 
You nod and mutter, "Yes, sir," as you turn your attention back to Jeongguk, whose head hangs slightly forward, short dark hair messy and covering his eyes. 
And he really is breathtaking. The way he sits has so many muscles taut and strained, covering his body in beautiful topography. His pierced nipples glimmer in the golden light of the room, and there is a perfectly inviting trail of dark hairs that travel from his cute, round navel down to the cock that hangs heavy and semi-soft between his legs. 
"Jeonggukie," Taehyung calls, voice magnanimous yet sharp, "eyes up, baby."
Jeongguk lifts his head, and already his eyes look glazed over and a little lost, as if the simple act of being restrained is enough to give him immense pleasure. When his gaze lands on you, a dopey smile tugs at his lips, which he wets with his tongue, dragging the inviting pink muscle slowly as if to tell you that he can still taste you—or, perhaps, that he wants to taste you again.
"Dollface," Taehyung calls, and you turn to look at him with wide, eager eyes, feeling somewhat intoxicated by this entire scene and still reeling from what happened downstairs. 
"Yes, sir?" you ask sweetly. 
"Unless we say so, from now on, keep your eyes on Jeongguk, understand?"
"Yes, sir," you respond, turning your attention back to Jeongguk.
"I imagine this setup is a bit overwhelming for you," Taehyung continues. "What is your color, pretty?"
This setup is overwhelming, but you are incredibly intrigued and find this submissive side of Jeongguk rather promising. "Green, sir."
"Good," Taehyung says as Namjoon's palm slides away from your hold and both men walk toward Taehyung, leaving you alone. "I want you to strip, right where you stand, keeping your eyes on Jeongguk. Can you do that for us?"
With a nod, you swallow a lump of nervousness and respond, "Yes, sir."
The dress zips in the back, and you reach with your right hand, fumbling with the material before reaching with your left hand to grip onto the dress and slide the zipper down. You only make it a few inches and have to bunch the dress up even more, feeling grateful this the material is actually loose and that you are not stuck having to contort yourself uselessly for an audience. It takes time, though—bunching, unzipping, bunching some more, unzipping some more—until finally, you are able to reach back with your arms lowered and get ahold of the zipper, tugging it down to your waist. 
Jeongguk watches intently as you slide the black dress down, away from your chest. You wear a thin, mesh black bra and matching panties, and you feel your nipples begin to harden beneath the material as the air hits your exposed skin, causing a very slight shiver to work its way along your back. 
When the dress falls past your hips, down to the floor, all that covers you are thin, small swathes of black material, and you fight the urge to lift your arms to shield yourself, holding your arms stiffly to your sides while you stare at Jeongguk, who stares back. 
"Strip all the way down, darling," Yoongi instructs, and you mutter, "Yes, sir," as you reach back and unclasp the bra. 
Jeongguk's gaze widens and softens as the material falls away to the floor in a heap in front of you, and his eyes follow the path of your hands, down to where your thumbs hook under your panties and push-pull them away. 
"Jeonggukie," Taehyung calls, "how is she?"
"Beautiful," Jeongguk responds in a dreamy, faraway tone. "She's perfect."
"Dollface, join our sweet boy on the bed, please," Taehyung instructs. 
"Yes, sir," you say as you force your feet to step from the pile of clothing and move forward. The bed is tall enough that you need to place your hands down and swing one knee up, hoisting yourself forward. You crawl to Jeongguk, and then sit tall on your knees before him. From this close, he is a work of art—a perfect blend of soft and firm lines that appear handcrafted with utmost care. 
"Dollface, I want you to tease our sweet Jeonggukie. You are not allowed to touch his cock or asshole unless given permission, but everything else is fair game. Rile him up, make him whine, make him beg. He likes it a little rough so don't be afraid to pinch, slap, scratch, bite…whatever it takes to drive him crazy. Does all this sound good?"
"Yes sir," you respond, unmoving as you decide where to start. It feels like you have been given too many choices, and suddenly, you feel overwhelmed. "Can I kiss him, sir?" you ask, inching closer on your knees.
"Of course, doll," Taehyung calls happily, and you continue to inch closer. 
Sitting high on your knees, you reach up and drag the backs of your fingernails over Jeongguk's cheeks, causing him to tremble and take in a deep, slow breath. His eyelids flutter, but he keeps his gaze on you, lips lifting and moving slightly, as if he has something to say. As your right hand continues to work its way up, over a scratchy shaved undercut and into thick, straight hair, your left thumb drags down, over his bottom lip, pulling it past his teeth until it stretches to its limit and pops back into place.
"So pretty," you whisper, watching Jeongguk's eyes widen. He must not be allowed to speak unless spoken to, but you have been given no such instruction. "I've never done something like this before. You're my first."
Jeongguk's mouth twitches around a syllable left unvoiced, and you lean forward and suck his bottom lip between your teeth, soft at first, then a little harder, making Jeongguk gasp, tasting skin and metal. You dart your tongue out to soothe over the scrape of your teeth, unable to hold in a whimper when Jeongguk's tongue meets yours, and you take the sides of his face in both hands to deepen the kiss, shoving your tongue into his mouth, forcing him to open around you while he moans, soft and inviting. 
You lick hints of your own arousal from his mouth, then smile against his lips as you say, "You taste like me…so sweet," watching with delight as he holds back from responding, brows knitting as if pained. 
This time, when you kiss him, you take his hair in both hands and grip. Jeongguk groans as his head is yanked backward, and you suck and nip at his bottom lip, making him whimper uselessly, darting his tongue out as if in search of a deeper kiss—desperate.
"So pretty," you say again while nipping at his jaw, holding his hair tight in your grip and letting your teeth snag and tease the skin all the way to his ear. 
Jeongguk trembles in your hold, and when you reach his ear, taking it gently in your teeth, he lets out a sweet little song of, "Ah-ah-ah," shivering madly in your grasp while his back arches. 
"Oh you are sensitive," you tease before taking his earlobe between your teeth again, a little more roughly, until he cries out a pitchy little yelp.
"Color, baby?" you ask, to which Jeongguk quickly responds, "Green, noona."
Hearing Jeongguk call you noona should not excite you so much, but arousal builds between your legs, and you feel the urge to keep pushing him for more. You nibble down the long, salty-sweet expanse of Jeongguk's neck, savoring the taste of his sweat, dragging your fingernails from his hair, to the back of his neck, over to his shoulders, and down along his spine. Jeongguk responds in jerks and gasps, and you continue down, down, until your mouth reaches one of his pierced nipples. 
With a flick of your tongue, Jeongguk responds as if he has been shocked, back bowing as his body shakes. His pebbled, pierced skin is inviting, and you lick again, this time slowly dragging your tongue over him, feeling every tiny curve, tasting hints of titanium. 
You scrape your fingernails down Jeongguk's ribs while you suck his pierced nipple into your mouth, reveling in the sweet, broken sounds he makes. He seems to be holding back, and you feel determined to make him sob. Although you two are becoming closer as friends, he was a bit of a prick to you for months, and you intend to let him know that you have not forgotten.
"Color?" you ask, knowing it'll be green, just to make him speak. 
"Green, noona," Jeongguk responds almost robotically—not good enough. 
Once more, you sit up tall, taking his hair in one hand and his jaw in the other. Your hand trembles as you pull it back and crash your fingertips against his cheek, gasping in tandem as Jeongguk's eyes widen, difficult to read. 
"Color?" you ask, receiving, "Green, noona," instantly. 
You slap again, this time a little harder, and Jeongguk gasps but holds his composure nicely. So you tug his hair harder, just enough to pull his head back, before you slap again. The skin of his cheek begins to redden, and you give it quick, softer taps, moving your fingertips little by little, covering the expanse of his cheek. 
"Color?"
"Green, noona."
This time, when you slap, it stings your fingertips, and Jeongguk groans. His cheeks seem to be the wrong place to tease, however, so you sit back, releasing his hair and rethinking your plan. 
"Darling," Yoongi calls, and you nearly turn to look at him but correct yourself, staring Jeongguk in the eyes as you say, "Yes, sir?"
"The way he's suspended is really taxing on the legs. If you're trying to hurt the poor boy, I recommend the thighs."
Jeongguk's eyes widen further, and you smirk as you say, "Yes, sir."
From across the room, you hear Taehyung gleefully say, "Hyung you are evil."
Slowly, you drag your fingernails from Jeongguk's shoulders, along the curves of his pecs, down his ribs. Finally, at his hips, you allow yourself to look down and find a very inviting semi-erect cock hanging between his legs. Of course, Jeongguk is perfect in every way, and you bite your lip as you attempt to pull your vision away, to his thighs instead. 
With both hands splayed open, you lift and crash your palms down onto Jeongguk's thighs, and he cries out, sobbing on the end of the sound. A thrill quakes through you, and you rub your hands over his thighs, lift both, and slam your left one down hard. 
"Fu—ahh!" Jeongguk screams. 
"Color, baby?" you ask sweetly. 
You glance up and catch him hesitating before saying, "Green, noona."
Without giving him a chance to relax, you slap your right hand down, followed by your left, watching his face as it contorts in pleasured pain while he bleats pathetically. 
"Color?"
"G-green, noona."
Again and again, you slap, moving your hands over to the sides of his thighs, rubbing your palms and alternating which side slaps, never in a discernable pattern, always to catch him off guard. 
Finally, you ask, "Color, pretty," impressed when he gasps, "Yellow, noona!"
Gently, you rub your hands over his thighs and sink down low, rubbing your cheek and lips over his left thigh, smiling sweetly against him. From here, there is a gentle, inviting musk coming from his lap that is difficult to resist. You lick your lips at the thought of swallowing him whole, then turn your face away, kissing the sore, warm skin of his leg while breathing through the arousal that licks at you, urging you to be selfish and take.
"Sweetheart," Namjoon calls, and you sit up, eyes on Jeongguk as you say, "Yes, daddy?"
Curiosity flashes in Jeongguk's eyes, and you wonder if he is attempting to calculate the various dynamics of your relationship. Using the term daddy with an audience is slightly embarrassing, and you shift in place, waiting for his response. 
"I don't think Jeongguk got a good enough look at you under that table. You should sit back and touch yourself for him…show him how wet he made you."
The edges of Jeongguk's lips curve, and you hesitate. It is not that you don't want to touch yourself with an audience, but it does add to the humiliation to have your two partners and one of their best friends sitting on the sidelines, watching you. 
"Color, doll?" Taehyung asks.
Somehow, the concern in his voice grounds you, and you say, "Green, sir," adding, "Thank you for the advice, daddy," so that Namjoon does not feel left out.
"Such a good girl," Namjoon praises as you sit back and scoot enough to spread your thighs around Jeongguk. 
There is more than enough room on the large bed to sprawl out, but you stay close, sweeping one of your feet against the outside of Jeongguk's restrained leg as you reach your hand between your legs and slowly drag your fingers over yourself, spreading and teasing your folds. 
Desire burns through you as you touch yourself while Jeongguk watches, eyes wide and hungry, trailing from your pussy, over your body, and back down. Slowly, you sink your middle finger inside, and although the size is nowhere near enough to stretch, a thrill quakes through you, making you moan as you gather release from your earlier orgasm and pull your finger out. 
Jeongguk licks his lips, intently watching as you use your slick finger to spread yourself and swirl over your clit. It feels good, a simmering pleasure that covers you in warmth, and you loll your head back, hesitant to let go enough to moan, whimpering more softly than usual.
"Be vocal, darling," Yoongi calls, and you squeeze your eyes closed for a second as you say, "Yes, sir," frustrated that absolutely nothing can get past these men, but also grateful for the push.
You still hesitate as you open your mouth to moan, but with each sound you make, Jeongguk appears to lose his composure more and more. With a nibble on your lower lip, you circle over your clit, then rub down to your hole, up and down, gathering more and more release, becoming wetter and wetter, all for him. 
"Do you like what you see?" you ask, eager to tease despite the tremble in your voice. 
"Yes, noona," Jeongguk gasps, swallowing thickly before his mouth falls wide. 
"So wet for you, Jeonggukie," you moan, using your other hand to rub and pinch at your breasts. "Too bad you can't fuck me."
Jeongguk whimpers and shakes in his restraints, legs straining and arms moving. His distress urges you on, and you rub over your breasts more, gathering and squeezing the soft skin between your fingers while dipping two fingers into your pussy. 
"I want you so bad," you pout, watching as Jeongguk crumbles. "My fingers aren't big enough…but you are."
"Please," Jeongguk mutters, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Please, sir. Please."
"Begging already?" Taehyung teases and Jeongguk nods emphatically. 
Jeongguk's voice sounds dreamy, and he licks his lips again. "Please, sir. I've been good."
You can hear Taehyung stand and begin to approach before he comes into view, climbing onto the bed, on his knees, reaching up to drag his fingertips up and down the length of Jeongguk's arms. At first, you feel shy to be on display for him, but Taehyung does not regard you, keeping his eyes on Jeongguk. 
"You really have been very good," Taehyung praises as he nuzzles against Jeongguk's neck. Jeongguk leans into the touch, doing his best to keep his eyes on you as Taehyung continues. "You cooked an excellent meal, and you were very obedient when I told you to make our doll cum."
"I've been good, sir," Jeongguk whimpers as if stuck on repeat. "Please, sir. I've been good."
Without another word, Taehyung reaches up and begins to undo Jeongguk's wrist restraints, slowly lowering his arms one by one and rubbing his palms from Jeongguk's shoulders to his hands. With a sigh that sounds like relief, Jeongguk sits back on his heels. 
"I'll undo your legs too, but you have to behave," Taehyung says as he begins to unhook one of the thigh restraints. "You are only allowed to do as you are told and nothing more, understood?"
"Yes, sir," Jeongguk responds with a sharp smile, eyes focused on you. 
Although your moments have slowed, you continue to tease yourself with your fingers, watching as Taehyung crawls around Jeongguk's back to free his other thigh. Taehyung crawls backward, then stands beside the bed, out of your direct line of vision. 
"Sit back," he commands, patting the bed, and Jeongguk does as he is told, sliding back and extending his legs in front of him, settling against the tall wooden headboard. 
"Dollface," Taehyung calls, and you keep your eyes on Jeongguk but instinctively begin to sit up as you respond, "Yes, sir?"
"He's all yours," Taehyung says as his voice travels back to where the throne sits. "Have fun." 
"Thank you, sir," you respond as you sit forward, getting swiftly onto your hands and knees. 
With the possibilities suddenly seemingly endless, you feel overwhelmed, but you crawl forward and cage Jeongguk's reddened thighs, hovering close to his leaking cock, which sits pretty and thick against his tummy. 
"Is Jeongguk an impatient man, sir?" you ask, watching as Jeongguk fails to keep his expressions schooled, eyes sharpening and widening. 
"Extremely impatient," Taehyung responds, making Jeongguk huff a sigh. "If you decide to go slow it might drive him insane."
With a smirk, you mutter, "Noted, sir," then lean forward, touching the very tip of your tongue to the very bottom of Jeongguk's shaft and dragging up slow, slow, slow. His skin is velvet-soft, and you drool as you lift your head just below the crown, humming as Jeongguk trembles and gasps. 
You kiss over the crown, right where the skin is softest, pressing your lips nice and wide before sucking and lapping at the skin in slow, gentle movements. Jeongguk groans, sounding almost pained, and you continue to lick languidly, teasing the skin, giving him just enough pressure to feel something but not enough to satiate any hunger. 
"Please," Jeongguk whispers, and you glance up, tongue outstretched against him, to find a look of desperation tugging at the corners of his eyes. You hesitate to respond for a fraction of a second, feeling momentarily astounded that this is happening.
"Please, what?" you urge, watching as his jaw trembles. 
"Please, noona. Please touch me more."
Teasing Jeongguk is a thrill, but you are quickly losing your composure, and as much as you want to listen to him beg and beg, you are also too eager to continue holding back. In a swift movement, you tilt your head forward and swallow Jeongguk's cock, taking him only halfway while sucking on the tip. 
Jeongguk moans loud and eager, music to your ears. You hear Taehyung say, "Hands at your sides," and imagine Jeongguk must have been moments away from taking your head in his hands, sending a thrill down your spine. 
With a pleased groan, you lift your head and settle a little higher on your knees between Jeongguk's spread legs. At this angle, you can take him into your mouth much more easily, and you sink down until he nearly hits your throat, feeling the tight squeeze of your lips accommodate his girth. 
"Fuck," Jeongguk mutters, "you feel so good."
Jeongguk's words of encouragement spur you on, and you hum happily as you bob your head slow but steady, lodging his cock into your throat just enough that it nearly makes you gag before coming back for air. You can hear the sound of his fists gripping the sheet below, soft material scratching against blunt fingernails—a quiet, tactile cry of desperation. 
As you lift your head, you swirl your tongue over his shaft, then release, opening your eyes and looking upward, watching as Jeongguk melts from the sight of you holding your mouth wide, saliva falling like garland hung between your tongue and his cock. 
"You taste good, Ggukie," you say as the spit breaks and falls against your chin and chest, some dripping onto your knees. Eager to tease but nervous to dirty talk, you swallow thickly and do your best to sound confident as you crawl high onto your knees and begin to straddle his lap. "I could do this all day…but I want to feel you so badly."
"God, yes," Jeongguk groans, gripping tightly to the comforter at his sides. "Please, noona."
"What a shame you can't touch me," you pout while wrapping your arms around his shoulders, sitting high on your knees. "I bet you could make me feel so good."
You tilt your hips low, dragging yourself over Jeongguk's length, coating him in your arousal. Jeongguk whimpers and it sounds so sweet and so needy, you bite your lip and smile. Slowly, you push your chest out, dragging your breasts over his clavicle and pecs, and Jeongguk looks pained from how little you are giving him. 
You lean close and mutter, "Kiss me. Show me how badly you want me."
With a groan, Jeongguk tilts his mouth to yours and eagerly sucks at your bottom lip before prising your mouth open, making way for his tongue. You hold him steady, keeping his head close, but still, he leans his face into yours, groaning desperately, rough in the way his forehead and nose press against yours, desperate in the way his teeth gnash and nip between wide, ravenous licks. 
You part from the kiss and grip onto Jeongguk's chin, smirking as you angle your hips forward, surprising yourself with how easily you snag Jeongguk's cock on your entrance and begin to lower yourself on him. Jeongguk's eyes widen then roll back as you lower and lift your hips just enough to tease his tip, sighing through the stretch. 
"Please," Jeongguk mutters, eyes and mouth fluttering and trembling so pretty and so wrecked. "Noona, please fuck me. Please, please, please."
"Awe, baby," you tease, lowering yourself further, gasping a silent sob from how incredible he feels. "You sound so pretty when you beg."
"She caved so quickly," Taehyung grumbles, reminding you that you have an audience, causing your cheeks to warm with humiliation.
Yoongi chuckles as he mutters, "I'm actually shocked by how long she held out."
You roll your eyes despite Yoongi being correct about your impatience. Holding back for as long as you have has not been easy, and truthfully, you deserve to be praised for your efforts. 
"Typically, she's begging us in an instant," Namjoon adds, and you bite back an indignant smile.
You would absolutely run your mouth if you thought the three doms chiding you would let you away with it, but you are not eager to test them—not with Taehyung, who seems to have the firmest willpower and most sadistic tendencies, present. You finally have Jeongguk nestled deep inside you, and you are not willing to fuck this up for either of you. 
The unraveled straps of the restraints that were wrapped around Jeongguk's wrists hang low, about a foot above his shoulders, and you reach up, gripping onto the leather. You hold on tight and moan as you lift and swivel your hips, teasing Jeongguk's tip and pulling a soft, impatient huff from his chest. 
Jeongguk's eyes rove over your body, up to your face, as he cranes his head back. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, and you tilt your head to the side to ask, "What is it? Speak, boy."
"Beautiful," Jeongguk mutters sweetly, and you feel your heart skip a beat. You smile, then bite it back, trying to be a tease, not feel fluffy. 
"Shut up," you grumble quietly, lowering your hips just enough to make Jeongguk croak out a soft moan before lifting. With the help of the straps, you find a good angle for your back to arch, allowing you to bounce your ass just enough to tease his tip. 
Jeongguk whines and huffs, squeezing the sheet below him, causing peaks of material to form—mountains of tested patience reaching a breaking point. And although it feels good to stretch yourself around just the end of him, you want the rest, so you release one strap and then the other, settling with your hands on his shoulders and sinking down deep with a moan and pleasure flows through you in waves.
"Fuck," Jeongguk whimpers, dragging the word out long.
The stretch is enough to make you quake, but you do not have the ability to keep teasing yourself, even if it means finally caving in and giving Jeongguk what he wants. You lift your hips and drop them, choking on a sob that is punctuated by a deep moan. Pleasure bursts and settles into your limbs, tingling through you like electricity, and you wrap your arms tight around his shoulder and neck and begin to fuck yourself on his length.
"Feels so good," you moan, eyes shut and head tilted back, using Jeongguk to chase your high, eager to cum all over him and make a fucking mess. 
Jeongguk's lips drag over your neck and shoulder, huffing hot breath that turns your skin sticky, and you do your best to keep a steady rhythm, climbing closer and closer to bliss, reaching the precipice little by little. 
"God, look at her," Namjoon groans, making you shiver. You shouldn't be so greedy, but you do wish Namjoon could climb onto this bed and help you use Jeongguk.
"Stunning, always," Yoongi responds, and your heart and soul yearn for him, desperate to feel Yoongi once more, even if it has only been hours since the last time. 
"Our poor Gguk is going to rip holes in this sheet by the time I allow him to touch her," Taehyung teases. "I haven't seen him this wound up in ages."
Jeongguk sighs and groans, then leans slightly back as his head lolls from side to side. He looks like he is about to burst, and you slow your hips, watching intently as he shakes his head and frowns, muttering, "Please, noona, please don't stop."
Rather than listen to his pleas, you lift your hips all the way, sending his cock to hit his tummy in a wet splat. Jeongguk grumbles, and you lean in to nibble at his chin and jaw until he shivers, then you back away from his lap and spin around.
As soon as you turn away from Jeongguk and lift your head, you are met with your own reflection, staring back from a floor-to-ceiling mirror that runs from the door to the conjoining wall. You gasp as you take in the sight of yourself on your hands and knees covered in a sheen of sweat, with Jeongguk sitting high on his knees behind you. 
Jeongguk watches the mirror, smiling as you regain your composure and back up on your knees, grabbing for his cock with one hand while lowering yourself down. As soon as you are partially seated on his erection, you use both hands to spread your ass, arching your back as you lower yourself, eyes on the mirror to see Jeongguk staring down, moaning with his mouth hung wide. 
"Like what you see, baby?" you ask as you begin to raise and lower your hips. 
Jeongguk's eyes snap to the mirror, and he appears dazed as he says, "Yes, noona."
You sit up high on your knees and anchor your hands against your thighs as you begin to ride Jeongguk, finding a steady rhythm that sends your pleasure building once more. At this angle, his tip rubs over your erogenous zone, and you tilt your head back, moaning and gasping with each delicious drag. 
With one hand gripping to your thigh, you reach the other between your legs, rubbing over your clit, desperate to cum. Your hope is that once you orgasm, you can barter with the doms to allow Jeongguk to touch you; you want his hands on you, groping, squeezing, and holding you down. Just the thought alone has you speeding toward bliss, and you press your fingertips just a little more firmly against your clit and slam your hips down so hard it stings. 
"Fuck," you whimper, chasing your high faster and faster, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."
The sound of one of the men clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth makes you jolt, and you begin to fear the worst. Sure enough, Taehyung asks, "Did we say you could cum, pretty?" and you begin to feel frantic, though you do not slow your movements. 
"N-no," you mutter weakly, "but, I thought—"
"I'm just toying with you, pretty," Taehyung interrupts with a chuckle, filling you with relief. 
"If I cum, will you let him touch me, sir?" you ask, watching Jeongguk's lips twitch through the mirror. 
"I suppose I could allow that," Taehyung responds. "Since you've been so obedient."
"Yes," you whimper, lifting and slamming your hips, so close to the edge. "Thank you, sir."
"Fucking squeezing me," Jeongguk groans behind you, and you glance into the mirror to find him sitting tense, staring down at your ass. 
Jeongguk looks fucked out and on the brink of collapse with sweat dripping down his neck and his face screwed up in both pleasure and impatience. You imagine him holding you down against the mattress to use you just as you have used him, and that thought is exactly what you need to plummet into euphoria. 
"Fuck," you whimper, "I'm gonna—"
Your orgasm crashes through you, snapped suddenly with a burst of energy that throws you forward as you quake and sob, gripping onto the black satin sheet with both hands while you desperately move your hips, chasing more and more until you are no longer able to move, moaning and sobbing as your muscles tense and release around Jeongguk. You squeeze around him, eager to chase more bliss, but your body feels tired, and your legs quake. 
"Sir, please," you whimper as your hips slow and you become too overcome to keep a steady rhythm, "please let him touch me."
"Jeongguk really has excellent stamina," Taehyung says, sending a chill through you as he adds, "if we allow him to fuck her, he might just break her in half."
"She can take it," Yoongi insists in a tone that is familiar and dangerous. "She can handle the two of us, after all."
After a short pause, Taehyung calls, "Jeonggukie," and you glance into the mirror, watching as Jeongguk's mouth twists into a sharp, dangerous smirk. 
"Yes, sir?" he responds, eyes on your reflection.  
"You have permission to touch and to speak," Taehyung says, and you watch as Jeongguk releases the poor sheet from his grip, stretching and squeezing his palms at his sides. "The hyungs say she cums really easily…but I bet you can't give her three more orgasms by the time you're finished."
It should be terrifying the way Jeongguk looks down at you suddenly as if you are a piece of meat, licking at his teeth while dragging his hands from your hips to your shoulders, and back down. Jeongguk adjusts behind you, still buried deep, and he settles with one hand on your hip and the other gripping the back of your neck. 
"Stay on your hands and knees," Jeongguk instructs firmly, making you shiver. "And keep your eyes on me."
You barely have a chance to mutter, "Yes, sir," before he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, spearing you on his length far deeper than when you were riding him. The pleasure-pain is incredible, and the moan that falls from your lips is broken, no more than rough a burst of air. Jeongguk wastes no time digging his fingertips into your soft skin and setting a pace that is brutal enough to make you scream. 
It feels impossible to keep your eyes open and on Jeongguk's reflection, but you do your best, only allowing your eyelids to flutter closed momentarily. Jeongguk is very clearly punishing you for teasing him so much, and you do your best to take everything he gives you, moaning and sobbing with each deep thrust. 
"Fuck, you feel so good, doll," Jeongguk groans, digging his fingertips deeper. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my fucking hands off you?"
The hand around your neck moves up to your face, and Jeongguk slides two fingers into the side of your mouth, gently tugging as he holds your head up, keeping your back bowed and ass held high. 
"Shit, you're so fucking tight," he groans, lifting the hand on your hip to smack your ass, making you squeal around his fingers from the tingle of pain. "So fucking wet."
Jeongguk's praises make your head spin, and it takes no time at all to chase another high. Your reflection is absolutely debauched, and you stare ahead at yourself and at Jeongguk, still unable to shake the surprise that this is actually, finally happening. Jeongguk is absolutely ruthless with his thrusts, and you squeeze around him in a rhythm that matches his, building and building your next orgasm, quaking uncontrollably as it begins to roll through you like a hurricane. 
"You're fucking cuming again, aren't you?" Jeongguk groans as your muscles flutter around him. 
"Yes," you mutter, attempting to nod with your head stuck in place. "Yes, please, please make me cum again."
Jeongguk slides the hand from your mouth, down to your shoulder, and fucks into you, moaning to match your sounds as your orgasm reaches its peak and causes you to sob and slip forward, unable to hold yourself up. Although you are disobeying his rule to stay on your hands, Jeongguk seems unphased, and he rubs his hands over your back and then presses your shoulders down into the soft sheet while his hips stay just as steady.
"She really is fucking easy," Jeongguk teases as he leans forward, pressing his weight into you. 
You turn your head to the side and lock eyes with Namjoon, who sits on one wide, wooden arm of the throne with his legs spread wide, watching you with a fire burning in his gaze. 
"Incredible, isn't she?" Yoongi asks, and you move your focus to him, on the other arm of the wooden throne, leaning forward with one elbow on his knee. 
Jeongguk pulls out, and you sob, clenching around nothing while his hands move down the expanse of your back, to your ass. He spreads you wide with both palms while bending lowly then licks from your clit all the way to your asshole, and you gasp then whimper, sinking deeper forward while arching your back to present yourself as best as you can.
The sloppy, hungry way he laps over your cunt is intoxicating, and when he curves up to your ass to dig his tongue into your tight rim, you grip roughly at the satin sheet, babbling nonsense at the sensation. Two fingers slide into your pussy, and Jeongguk slurps at your ass while his fingers stroke your erogenous zone, humming and groaning loudly. 
"Oh my god," you whimper as Jeongguk's ministrations intensify. There is no way you are going to last long like this, and you do your best to relax despite how taut you feel pulled from every delicious movement. You knew Jeongguk would be good, but this is practically soul-crushing with the way your pleasure builds and builds.
Jeongguk's fingers squelch inside you, and you feel the spray of your arousal hit your thighs while his tongue slurps and prods, breaching your hole and making a sloppy fucking mess.
"Please, Jeongguk," you whimper like a prayer into the sheet, which is sticky-warm with drool. "Please don't stop. Please, please, please."
Jeongguk groans into you, plunging his tongue and fingers in deep, pulling you apart at the threads. Orgasm hits like a freight train—fast and sudden and unforgiving, a crash without casualties. You scream and claw at the blanket as your release squirts from you, coating your thighs, sloppy and loud.
You quake and sob uncontrollably, lips dragging against satin as Jeongguk pulls his fingers from you and sinks low enough to lick over your cunt in firm, broad strokes. He hums as he devours you, squeezing at the backs of your thighs and filling you to the brim with oversensitivity. 
"Two down, one to go," Jeongguk gasps as he sits back and releases you from his hold. 
He pushes against your hip, sending you crashing into the mattress, and you mutter equal parts indignant and incoherent as he begins to turn you onto your back in a haphazard twist of heavy limbs. You feel exhausted, but you do your best, digging your head into the bed while settling onto your back.
Jeongguk towers over you tall and pretty like a demon of pleasure, glistening and muscular and so fucking handsome. You attempt to smile, panting around each breath, and Jeongguk crawls between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder while spreading the other wide. 
"You look fucking wrecked, doll," he teases as he leans forward and rubs beneath your eyes, undoubtedly to clean up a mess of mascara that has smeared. You pout, and he chuckles, adding, "Still gorgeous though. Perfect, even. I would have been gunning for this pussy long ago if I had known how much fun you are."
"Shut the fuck up," you mutter breathlessly, making Jeongguk chuckle. 
"Never made someone squirt before," he continues, lining his cock up with your aching entrance. "You've done wonders to inflate my ego, doll."
"Great," you mutter, attempting to roll your eyes indignantly, instead rolling them involuntarily as he slides in deep, filling you in one swift thrust. 
You moan as your body responds, pelvis lifting and arousal crashing. Jeongguk begins to roll his hips in a dizzying, tantalizing motion, and you do your best to relax despite the turmoil that already builds, threatening to tear you asunder. You are dangerously close to overstimulation, but you do not want to call your safe word. Jeongguk still has not cum, and you desperately want him to. 
"She's a goner," Namjoon chuckles, and you hate how well he can read you. "This will be her last orgasm before she becomes too overwhelmed, Gguk, so make sure you cum."
Jeongguk feigns a pout, reaching down to press two fingers between your lips, smiling softly when you do your best to suck around them. His hips are steady and much slower, dragging in a way that lets you feel every perfect inch of him along your swollen walls.
"I won't be able to last much longer," Jeongguk assures, voice dipped low and sweet. "Taehyung bragged about my stamina, but you got me so fucking worked up. You can call your safe word if you need to, though. Yoongi told me it's sakura."
You suck on Jeongguk's fingers and allow your eyes to close momentarily, drifting into a state of full-body bliss. Despite how heavy your limbs feel, you are floaty and weightless. Euphoric. 
"How do you stay so fucking tight?" Jeongguk groans as his hips pick up a quicker pace, skin slapping against skin. "How are you so fucking wet?"
You want to complain and tell Jeongguk to shut up, but the thought of speaking feels like too much, so you continue to suck mindlessly while Jeongguk uses you. He needs to finish before you lose your grasp on reality, and you are teetering dangerously close to that edge, lulled by the rhythmic thrust of his cock. 
Jeongguk moans and sighs, becoming louder the harder he fucks you. His voice is sweet when lilted high and pitchy, and inviting when it is deep and dulcet. You could drown in him, really—in fact, you think you just might. 
Time and space slip—float away like vapor in the air. You lay pliant and malleable as Jeongguk bends forward and leans back, changing angles, spearing you deep, rubbing places inside you that are carved wide just for him. When he finally pulls his fingers from your mouth to press them against your clit, you feel like you are dreaming. 
"One last orgasm," he pleads gently, twirling over you in incorrigible movements. "I won't last much longer."
You pull your arms over your head and stretch your back, arching into Jeongguk's steady, determined thrusts. With the final ounce of energy you have left, you tense and relax around his length, working your muscles to a rhythm that will help you cum. Not that you need to help him; Jeongguk's fingers work over your bud, pulling you closer and closer with each swipe of skin against skin. 
"Close," you whimper, feeling pleasure build. 
Jeongguk must take your affirmation as incentive to fuck harder, deeper, faster. Your eyes roll back as his pace reaches heights you have come to expect, and you grip at the satin sheet above your head as you stare into oblivion. 
And then, you drop. All at once, without warning, your arousal reaches its breaking point and bursts. 
"Fuck," you squeak through a sob, mouth frozen in bliss, desperately forming broken syllables until you are finally able to create words. "Oh fuck, I'm cuming. Jeongguk!"
Jeongguk leans forward, dropping your leg from his shoulder to the mattress and placing both hands beside your head. His pace falters as he leans close and slots his lips against yours, moaning and whimpering into your open mouth while he licks and sucks at your lips and tongue. 
"Feels so good," Jeongguk groans into your mouth. "I'm gonna cum, holy shit."
Jeongguk trembles, body lurching forward before he is up on his knees, pulling out and spraying his release onto your tummy, warm and viscous, quickly turning cold. You giggle, though you are unsure what is funny; you feel absolutely fucking broken.
One of the men begins to clap—you assume Taehyung—and then the others join in. You drag your arms down, over your face, cringing as you attempt to roll into a ball and disappear. "Please don't make this weird," you grumble as you turn to your side, only slightly bothered by the trickle of cum that runs along your tummy, down to the sheet.
Jeongguk hovers close, chuckling and pulling on your shoulder to get you to return to your back, and you resist, sleepy and no longer in the mood for any of these men; fucked past your limit and reeling from everything that has transpired. 
"Let's get you into a bath," Jeongguk offers, and you loosen your limbs a little, willing to tolerate them a little more if it means a nice hot bath. "Hyung has a huge jacuzzi in his room, and I bet he would be more than happy to turn it on and get it nice and warm for us."
"It would be my pleasure," Taehyung responds, and you hear the sound of wood creaking as he stands and walks out of the room, footsteps quieting the further he gets. 
Behind you, the bed dips, and you roll onto your back, eager to find out whether Yoongi and Namjoon are here to bother you—pleased to see that it is both of them.
"Darling," Yoongi says with a grin, dancing fingertips over your leg, which is bent at the knee. His touch tickles, and you shiver but do nothing to make him stop. "How do you feel?"
"Great," you mutter without thinking, voice wrecked and rasped from screaming. 
"That was quite the performance," Namjoon adds, sitting beside your head and wiping his hand over your forehead. "I'm surprised you had no issue with letting all of us watch that."
You shrug, still not fully grasping the gravity of the situation. "We're all friends," you mutter, making Yoongi chuckle.
Taehyung returns, and you grin widely, appreciative of him for letting you fuck Jeongguk. And sure, you are aware that your thought process is a bit ridiculous, but you feel drunk from this scenario—far more intoxicated than the two glasses of red wine could have made you. 
To your surprise, Taehyung holds his arms out and asks, "May I?" 
Your assumption is that he either wants to hug you, or that he plans to carry you off to the jacuzzi, and both options sound nice, so you roll onto your side and then to your knees and crawl haphazardly into his open arms. 
"Do you always turn into such a little baby after getting fucked?" Taehyung asks, to which Yoongi and Namjoon say, "Yes," in tandem. 
"Sometimes," you respond dreamily as Taehyung scoops you up bridal style, holding you close to his chest while whisking you away.
"It's cute," he responds, dulcet voice soft and pleasant. 
"You're cute," you grumble as you reach your arms to lazily hang around Taehyung's neck, burying your face into his chest. He wears a cologne that is earthy and a little spicy; unique.
Taehyung chuckles, chest rattling softly against your cheek, and you close your eyes and hum into the feeling. 
"I'm glad you had fun," Taehyung says as his slippered feet softly patter while he carries you down the hallway. "If you come to have any regrets or complaints later, we can all sit down and talk. I want you to feel comfortable with us; relationships are built on trust."
"I won't," you say, certain that there is nothing to regret. "I love you guys."
"We'll see how you're feeling in a few days, but it makes me happy to know that you feel good about everything now."  
The sounds of Taehyung's footfalls change, and you open your eyes to find that you are in a room with wainscotted walls of what you imagine to be mahogany, though you are not certain. Then he turns once more, and you are in a bathroom that is a lot like Yoongi's, but everything is white and gold instead of black. 
"Jeongguk has my permission to see you without my presence required. So as long as the hyungs are okay with it, the two of you can do anything you want. Personally, I don't care who sees you. Fuck on the stage at Paradise if you'd like."
"Now, now," Yoongi says, causing you to peek over Taehyung's shoulder, smiling when you see him entering the room and unbuttoning his shirt. "Let's not encourage them to fuck in public. Jeongguk might actually take it as a challenge, and we don't need rumors flying that Boss Min is a cuckold."
"For once, the rumors would be true, hyung," Jeongguk says gleefully as he sidles up to Yoongi, still fully naked and covered in sweat, slinging an arm over his shoulder.
Jeongguk winks at you, flashing a wide grin, and you bury your face against Taehyung's shoulder, feeling shy. 
"Are you getting in too, hyung?" Jeongguk asks as Taehyung begins to set you down, lowering your legs until your toes touch a soft rug.
With reluctance, you release Taehyung, and he keeps an arm around your waist, holding his other arm out for you to grab onto while you step one leg over the side of the large, white jacuzzi tub. The water is warm enough that you hiss and nearly retract your leg, but you quickly acclimate and lean in, finding the seat with your foot and standing on it. 
"Of course I'm getting in," Yoongi says, and you can hear the sounds of clothing being removed behind you. "Can't let our pretty darling have all the fun."
Taehyung sighs and mutters, "No fucking in the hot tub, hyung," making Yoongi chuckle.
It takes a lot of concentration to make your limbs cooperate, but you manage to get both feet into the jacuzzi and lower yourself enough to step into the center and wade over to the far seat. The warmth is soothing, and you sink down until only your head remains above water, watching through squinted eyes as Yoongi and Namjoon get undressed to their briefs. 
Jeongguk is turned around, rubbing his hands over Taehyung's chest, muttering lowly, and you enjoy a glance at his round, muscular ass before closing your eyes, smiling to yourself. 
The water sloshes gently as bodies enter the tub, and you do not need to open your eyes to know that the arm wrapping over your shoulder from the right belongs to Yoongi; his musk greets you, followed by the familiar weight of so many hugs. You sit up slightly and lean into Yoongi while familiar hands lift your feet onto familiar thighs and begin to massage thumbs into your tired arches. 
"I had fun spending time with everyone at Paradise, but the real paradise is here with you," you mutter somewhat sleepily, feeling Yoongi laugh against your cheek. 
"Corny," Yoongi teases with a squeeze of his arms around you, and more bodies enter the tub, shifting the water around to your left. 
You want to open your eyes and take in the bright, happy smiles of the men around you. You want to thank them all for the fun and show your gratitude for the affection they have given you. Taehyung is a wonderful host, Jeongguk is an excellent cook, and both Yoongi and Namjoon have shown a great deal of trust in you for encouraging you and Jeongguk to enjoy each other; Taehyung, as well. 
Your heart feels so full of joy, and your sore, aching body is soothed so perfectly in the warm tub. But your eyelids are heavy, and the warmth pulls you in. You hug Yoongi while the men chatter about things you are unable to keep track of, doing your best not to drift to sleep. 
At least you know that you are not at risk of drowning. With Yoongi at your side, it is impossible not to feel safe. 
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this chapter was more or less an oasis, but the rest of the desert is to come. i cannot stress enough how shit is really about to spiral in the final arc.
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itsscromp · 5 months
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hi! could i request a peter parker & miles morales x reader with reader thinking of pete and miles as brothers? i’m in for some found family fluff
Peter Parker and Miles Morales x reader
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OH MY... 💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳 💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳 YES !!!!. Word count:850
It's been 6 months since you became a spider person under Peter and Mile's guidance. Your life has never been this amazing, and you had these two amazing goofballs to thank.
Beyond that, you saw them beyond friendship, you saw them as... family, Brothers you never had. You would do absolutely anything for them.
Today was the anniversary when you started helping them so you decided to do something special for the both of them, Heading out as you then got cake ingredients and custom decorations. Heading back to your apartment beginning to bake the cake. Prepping an icing combination of red and white and black and red. The colours of their suits. Everything was going really well until you heard an explosion.
"Crap crap crap !!" Without thinking of the cake in the oven, you changed into your suit and swung to the location of the explosion, hopefully, it was just a gas leak, but your eyes went wide when you realised wasn't a gas leak. Some remaining symbiote minions were causing havoc in the streets, you needed to plant the sound bombs as quickly as possible.
You quickly planted the bombs as fast as you could and began to fight the symbiote minions, God why did they have to be so unpredictable, One was throwing venom bombs. Another had lighting speed, and then you had your hulking symbiote. You were quickly overwhelmed. You couldn't take a group of them like this. You were beginning to get consumed by the symbiotes until...
"Hey, don't start the party without us" a familiar voice said as he tossed a sound grenade at the symbiote group, quickly immobilizing them from the high range frequencies, scooping you out in the process.
"Thanks Pete" You said as you could see him smiling under his mask.
"I thought we got rid of all the nests ??" Miles joined in soon after, landing near you two.
"I thought so too, looks like we missed one. They destroyed the sound grenade too and it was my last one to destroy the nest." You sighed deeply annoyed.
"Hey, don't sweat it y/n, we have backups ready to go" Peter patted your back. Quickly crafting the grenades.
"You and I will distract them while Pete plants and guards the bombs ok y/n ??" Miles told you.
You nodded and you three jumped into action, fighting the symbiotes like a well-oiled machine. Y/n couldn't help but feel happy when you fought alongside them. They really were your brothers from another mother. Once after the bombs were set off, the nest was now destroyed and the people under venom's control were now free.
"Well done guys !!" You smiled as you fist bumped the two.
"Heck yeah, go team !!" Miles cheered.
"That was a piece of cake." Peter chimed in
"heck yeah, it was... cake... oh no !!!" You hurried back to your apartment.
"Y/n ??" Peter got worried and followed you, Miles followed suit as the three swung back to your apartment.
You could see smoke coming from the inside as you entered and coughed taking off your mask, Heading to the oven you opened it and more smoke filled your face.
"Woah woah what in the forest fire happened here ??" Peter tried to lighten up the situation as Miles opened up more windows to let the smoke out. "What happened, dude ??" Miles went and investigated what happened as you looked at your charcoal cake, With a massive face of disappointment.
"Hey... It's ok, I used to do this as well..." Peter tried to cheer you up
"No, it's not... This was meant to be special, This was meant to be for you guys." You sighed sadly.
"For us ??"
Miles then quickly put it together. "6 Months" He gently wrapped his arms around you.
"I'm sorry guys, I really wanted to surprise you..."
"Hey, come on. This is more than just a cake. This is about us, As a team. You pulled off so many things in 6 months y/n, We're really proud of how far you have come." Peter smiled taking off his mask.
As did Miles. "Exactly, We really care about you, man."
You couldn't help the happy tears rising as you brought the two into a bone-crushing hug. The two were a little shocked but never the less hugged you just as tight.
"You guys... You guys are like brothers to me" You softly said to them, causing their smiles to grow.
"We are like a found family cliche" Peter said causing you to giggle.
"But for real, We see you as family too y/n" Miles said as he broke the hug smiling at you.
Momentarily you were distracted as Peter got a grip on you and noogies your head.
"Peter !!" You laughed
"What, I'm not doing anything" He playfully smirked at you and kept going. With miles joining in on the fun and tickling your sides.
The whole afternoon was full of smiles and laughs. You couldn't be any happier to be anywhere else other than the company of your brothers.
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Ok, so I was going on a little trip today with my sister-in-law and 2 year old nephew and while she was in the post office I was staying with him in the car. He started singing ol mcdonald and my heart just exploded with rainbows. And so of course I sang with him and it got me thinking about miss mouse singing with adrie and how eddie would just melt over them. Just miss mouse and adrie being the loves in Eddie's life has my heart in a chokehold. ❤
okay, you and your nephew are adorable, and i'm trying to recover from the image of adrie and miss mouse dancing to the country station wayne's radio is tuned to in the living room, holding hands and shimmying back and forth to the upbeat tempo, singing along only to the chorus and still tripping over the words. eddie's in the kitchen prepping food for the barbecue. smoke from embered charcoal catches the weak summer breeze passing through the door propped open with his heavy work boots, stale air sticky on the skin. evening cricket music hums loud in the static before the station switches to the next song.
the sight isn't wholly unfamiliar to eddie at this point, but he keeps his head down, watching his girls while he absently moves his hands with a task; an excuse prepared in his quick gaze darting to the corn he was supposed to be shucking when wayne leans in from outside and clicks the tongs at him to hurry up. "yes, sir," he says. though, an audible grin soon pulls his attention, and again, he thinks about giving himself a haircut to keep his bangs from feathering his lashes, fumbling the act of peeling away green leaf husks under the pressure of wayne waiting for the paper plate, but his attention stays on his daughter, her twinkling eyes peering up at her idol, cheesy smile plastered on her face a carbon copy of his.
the uncomplicated joy of a dream being fulfilled lifts the groove of his mouth into some lovesick expression, eyes soft and fond. wayne sees this and tuts at the smitten boy on behalf of his growling stomach, old man pretending cigarettes were an apt replacement for lunch. no matter how much eddie seals his lips and smothers his laugh from reaching his shoulders, his uncle reminds him the first batch of chicken is going to be ready any minute now and he better get to makin' the potato salad.
"if this chicken turns out dry, s'your fault," he warns, already on edge about impressing a guest with his barbecue.
"yes, sir. got it, sir. will be done in a jiffy, sir," eddie digs his grave.
it was unfair how his family could make his cheeks ache while doing something as unremarkable as unthreading silk from rows of kernels, but they managed.
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evtraininguniversity · 8 months
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Recipe Lore AU Snippet
SitrusPieCrustle You have any plans this weekend? my friend invited me out to a bbq with her friends so ill be out the whole time
Warden That sounds as though it will be a lot of fun! Unfortunately, both me and Gliscor will be going in for a doctor's appointment. Just a check-up, nothing more serious than that. I hope that you will have a good time at the barbeque!
SitrusPieCrustle I am going for the food. Her friends are ok, nice even, but we don't run in the same circles. had it been any other time I'd probably be like 'no thanks' But I have, however, been craving a non-fast food burger lately.
Warden I would do much of anything for a chicken burger right about now.
SitrusPieCrustle Sandwich.
Warden Burger.
SitrusPieCrustle Chicken sandwich.
Warden I can assure you that they are very much chicken burgers.
SitrusPieCrustle whatever
Warden Palkia Above, even a standard beef burger would be an excellent first meal of the day right about now. Such a shame that I don't have a charcoal kettle grill, otherwise I would just make my own. I could go out and order hambāgu but I'm craving a Unovan style one even though I don't think I have ever been to that region. My mouth craves what my mind can't remember. Absolutely hellish.
SitrusPieCrustle When there's a will there's a burger Maybe you could get some fast-food? Sure it is less than nutritious and your doctor's might not approve but it is cheap and convenient Cheat day.
Warden Perhaps I could just use a pan, I do have the ingredients to make my own patties, but somehow that feels almost sacrilegious. And not nearly as tasty. What's the point if there are no grill marks on it?
SitrusPieCrustle *wait a damn minute* Warden.
Warden Yes?
SitrusPieCrustle tell me why I went to look up the menu's of burger chains in Sinnoh to see if the lunch menu was open yet And I am realizing that it is the *evening* for you right now.
Warden That would be because it... *is* the evening? I don't follow.
SitrusPieCrustle "first meal of the day"
Warden Oh! *Oh.*
SitrusPieCrustle Eat. Now.
Warden I will, I will.
SitrusPieCrustle Not good enough. I demand that there be a sandwich in your hands immediately
Warden I swear that I was getting to it. Look, I'll get my rice cooker started and search my fridge for some leftovers in the meanwhile.
SitrusPieCrustle Chop chop! Really now Warden, what took you so long to eat something?
Warden Would you believe me if I said that it was because I was asleep for a good part of the day?
SitrusPieCrustle Maybe. Depends. Were you?
Warden I managed to sleep through all of my alarms and considering I had nothing else on my calendar, my Pokémon didn't see it fit to wake me. Well, except for when Ralts woke me up so that I could take my prescriptions. But I fell back asleep right after.
SitrusPieCrustle Did you need to eat something before taking them??
Warden No, they require an empty stomach thankfully. Otherwise Rosie would have given me some of her berries. She keeps them hidden around the apartment for when she thinks I need a snack. So as you can see, I am quite well taken care of food wise.
SitrusPieCrustle hmmm It is still important to eat a balanced three meals a day.
Warden I am very aware of this.
SitrusPieCrustle I will be telling Miss Rivet to wake you in the mornings so long as you have gotten at least seven hours of rest.
Warden I'll save you the effort and inform her of that myself. Admittedly... my stomach is now deciding to rear it's head and is growling rather loudly. Once more, I am grateful that I live alone otherwise I would have perished from embarrassment.
SitrusPieCrustle Your stomach is delayed. It is very important to have a good eating timetable. Follow the schedule, Warden's stomach.
Warden You worry too much, Sitrus.
SitrusPieCrustle I worry the correct amount thank you very much. What even made you so exhausted the night before? that you slept like the dead for a whole day?
Warden Ah, I was simply working on something. The project ended up being much wider in scope than I was expecting. I didn't want to stop until I was at least confident that it was heading in a direction I considered favorable.
SitrusPieCrustle Ohh Share the deets?
Warden I am afraid I cannot do that lest I spoil the surprise.
SitrusPieCrustle ? Oh! It is something for me?
Warden Indeed. I wanted to make you something to repay you for the care packages you have sent me as of late.
SitrusPieCrustle That is so sweet :^]! But do not stay up so late again in the future for that. I would greatly prefer my friend well rested and fed over something as ridiculous as a present It can wait until morning.
Warden I will keep that in mind, although I assure you that I simply got carried away just this once.
SitrusPieCrustle I'll take your word for it. because I know that your word is very good
Warden I do hope that you will like what I have planned for you.
SitrusPieCrustle I am sure I will! If it is from Warden, then I will love it regardless! It could even be a pile of wood chips! And I would go: "These were sent to me by my friend in Sinnoh! Jealous?"
Warden ...why would I mail you wood chips? Also, I am fairly certain that it would be stopped at customs as it is illegal to do so.
SitrusPieCrustle Eh, you are a naturalist I do not ask questions from you nature types As a city boy, I figure nothing is out of the realm of possibility
Warden ... Thanks.
SitrusPieCrustle You're welcome! Now go enjoy your rice and leftovers I will eat a real burger in your honor this Saturday
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mag200 · 1 year
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ok i miss having a black-and-white icon here tbh and i always like to use my art for it and i think you guys should vote for which one i should use
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silvermare · 4 months
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If you know me outside of Tumblr, don't tell my mom
I said goodbye to my old car last night. Vivid green 2012 Hyundai Accent hatchback. That thing had stellar fuckin gas mileage (for a non-hybrid anyway, I could squeeze like 40mpg out of it if I tried), hauled around way too much shit, played FAFO with black ice, was stolen in Amarillo, TX and recovered south of Oklahoma City, OK - and for context, I live in Indianapolis - back in 2018, and transported many friends and even some coworkers. It also has had kernels of dry field corn in the floorboard for the past two years. Oh, and I broke the frickin passenger side mirror by backing out of the garage too close.
Her name was Arachnaverde because she was green and I kept an anatomically incorrect spider skeleton (halloween decoration) on the dashboard. Spood's job was to let me know when I was taking a turn too fast. He would skitter away if I did.
Prior to Arachnaverde, I had a 1994 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme that I called Madame Blueberry. She was a lovely teal color, had two doors, and I once forgot an entire watermelon in the back floorboard in college and it rotted and stank so badly. -4/10 do not recommend. Also her trunk had loose soybeans from when I took a few dried soybean plants for some reason or another. ADHD be like that sometimes.
Prior to Madame Blueberry, I had an unnamed charcoal gray 89 Mercury Grand Marquis. This car had one interesting anecdote, and 3 notable events.
In the long long ago when I was still in junior college (2 year college for people who live in states that don't fuck with junior colleges), I left it overnight in the college parking lot for some reason I no longer recall. When I retrieved it in the morning, someone had used car window paint to write "HOOPTY" on the back windshield. To be fair, it was.
That car was how I learned not to leave a can of silly string in a hot car. Did you know if a can of silly string gets hot enough it will straight up explode? I didn't until I found a really messy plastic bag and blue spatters all over the roof of my car.
I used to park under a specific tree in front of the house, because I lived with my parents on a farm, and the garage was for my mom's vehicle, no one else's. Dad's main ride parked in the patch of ground between the barnyard fence and the garage (dad's parking spot, mostly), and the farm truck parked in the barnyard. Anyway, point is, I parked under a tree which worked quite well for many years except at the very end a large fragment of dead tree pierced my car *right* in front of the hood so I had a rough rectangle of Missing Car for the tail end of my ownership.
Anyway, I've known for months that I needed to get a new car. Needed new front struts, a replacement sensor in the steering column, new back brakes, new front tires.... I tried back in May but for some reason the car I found just didn't vibe with me (Mitsubishi Mirage). It was kinda noisy, very basic. Also very cheap.
Last week, the stars aligned and I found a hopeful prospect with low mileage, decent mpg, and within my budget.
So now I have a new-to-me brick of tofu (white Kia Soul 2020).
I have said my farewells to the green beast, and look forward to what kind of adventures I'll get into with the as-of-yet-unnamed toaster.
So far the best name I've come up with is Tofungus because I am awful. I definitely want to give it a black horizontal stripe and add the "Fujiwara Tofu Shop" decal to the side because i'm a fuckin weeb and also did you know there's a sequel to Initial D this season? I'm enjoying it.
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avaritia-apotheosis · 7 months
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Bid A Strong Ghost Stand at the Head Ch. 1
An art exhibition ends with Poison Ivy attacking a research facility and Danny getting caught in the crossfire. Bruce takes this opportunity to find out more about his firstborn son, but getting answers out of Danny is like chasing ghosts. 4th installment of the Hey Brother AU
A DPxDC crossover // Read on [AO3]
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There was a bevy of older women surrounding Damian at the art gala. Mothers, all of them, with their bored children dragged behind and then pushed in Damian’s way. From where Bruce stood in his own circle of sycophants, he couldn’t hear what the matrons of high society were saying to his son, but he could make an educated guess that it was something along the lines of what a handsome boy you are, you take after your father so well. Why don’t you play with my son, Hunter, or my daughter, Regina? I know you’ll all get along so well!
Damian, unsurprisingly, was disinterested. Unimpressed, given by the way he looked down on all the children shoved in front of him. (An impressive feat, too, considering that Damian stood at least an inch shorter than most of them.)
Bruce inclined his head to the man towards his right, making the appropriate sounds as he half-listened to a story about the Bahamas and swimming pigs. 
A brief glance towards the buffet table revealed that Damian was not there. The gaggle of children were, of course. The buffet table was one of the few sanctuaries a child could get in these events. He scanned the gallery a few more times. Dick had caught his gaze, flashing a quick ‘ok’ sign as he headed towards Iris Graham’s collection of charcoal drawings a little farther into the venue. Presumably to where Damian was. 
A server came by with a fresh tray of champagne. Bruce took that moment as an opportunity to loudly exclaim that there is someone he absolutely must talk with on the other side of the room, and deftly extricated himself from the group. Now, off to find his son.
Bruce wasn’t worried that Damian would try something— wait, no, he took that back. Five children and even more ‘children-adjacent’ children taught him enough to know that peaceful galas with the Wayne family present were few and far between. 
But that wasn’t the point. 
Damian had been ‘off’ more times than ‘on’ these past few weeks, following the appearance and just as abrupt disappearance from his brother. 
Damian’s brother. As in Bruce’s son.
(His firstborn son. His resurrected son. His ‘ trained in the League of Shadows to become a perfect killing machine’ son. Bruce was not one to believe in coincidences, but this was just absurd.)
Stubbornly, Damian continued to keep quiet on the subject of his brother. Either ignoring the question completely at worst or giving out cryptic comments at best. The best in the League , Damian had said. Even Grandfather feared him. 
A pack of reporters hounded at his heels, all bright flashes and a hundred questions per minute. He gave them one of his signature BruceTM smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and empty-headedness. He ended up being saved by the star of tonight’s charity gala, Iris Graham, an up-and-coming artist who grew from the poverty-ridden streets of Gotham herself. She approached him, most likely, to convince him to buy one of her works. Unfortunately for her, Bruce had places to be and had no time for idle small talk. 
“Ah, Ms. Graham, you look positively dashing tonight.” He turned to the reporters, gesturing at Graham’s elegantly cut dark green pantsuit. “Doesn’t she look lovely, ladies and gents? Anyway, have I told you, Miss Graham, how much I adore your work? Truly marvelous stuff. Especially the one with the Gotham skyline at night. How ever did you come up with that?”
The reporters shifted their attention to Miss Graham, who flushed under their gaze. Shoulders rolled back, she lifted her chin high and began to enthusiastically detail the story of the painting, first addressing Bruce on pretense, and then fully embracing the press’ attention. Bruce, without missing a beat, left to pursue his children again. 
The past few days marked a noticeable shift in Damian’s behavior, however. There was a lightness in his step as if a thread of unseen tension came loose. He was less snappish, less moody.
And he spent a lot of time on his phone.
It did not take being the World’s Greatest Detective to guess that Damian’s brother came into contact with him again. Though whether this would bode them ill or not…Bruce couldn’t say for sure. 
He met up with Dick who was leaning against a large square pillar, arms crossed and phone held at an angle that seemed a touch too awkward. “I would have figured you’d be over there with him instead of spying on him through your phone.”
Dick stuck his tongue out. He tilted his phone slightly to get his shoulder out of the frame and zoomed in on Damian who stood a little farther down the hall. “I tried, earlier, but he kept trying to run away from me,” Dick said. “He’s gotten better at this gala thing, for sure, so I thought it was fine to keep my distance. I’m just glad he’s not chewing anyone’s head off.”
“Is he texting again?”
“With the way his thumbs are moving? Oh, yeah.” 
Bruce’s phone buzzed. So did Dick’s. 
“It’s O.” Dick pushed himself off the pillar. “Poison Ivy’s been sighted and she’s causing havoc at one of Synototech’s research labs.”
Bruce grunted. “Get your brother. We’ll suit up.”
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Red Robin was already on the scene when they arrived, dodging and weaving through the hoard of vines that sprouted in front of the entrance. 
“Poison Ivy has enough explosives inside the lab to level it to the ground!” Oracle said through their comms. “There are still people trapped inside. You guys need to get them out .”
A thick vine lunged at him. Batman barely rolled out of the way. The vine retreated, turning to curl itself around Poison Ivy, a calm and collected fury plain on her face. He barked orders at the others to disarm the explosives and get everyone inside the building out .
Farther away he spotted Robin with his katana drawn, slicing pieces of Poison Ivy’s plant army away. 
“You’re not going anywhere.” She thrust her arms outward, the vines obeying her command. Batman threw explosive batarangs at them before jumping away.
Nightwing yelled at Red Robin to jump back and slug explosive pellets at the entrance. The explosion ripped a hole into the entrance, and the two dove inside the building. 
Batman ripped a thick vine out of the ground and swung it around to take out the other plants. Another plant wrapped itself around his legs and flung him into the air. He barely stuck the landing.
The plants advanced on him again. Batman slid under them and slung a bolas at their base. The rope swung around the base and exploded.
Oracle’s voice crackled through the comms. “Nightwing got all the civilians out. Red Robin is nearly done disarming the bomb.”
He dodged a large thorned stem. At the corner of his eyes, he could see something dark red pulsing . 
Fuck. Where was Damian?  
It burst. A shrill scream. A bright blinding light.
Batman’s breath hitched. “Robin!”
He ran over to the plant bomb’s detonation sight. Pressing his comms, he shouted “Robin, what’s your situation? Where are you?”
“Help,” Robin said. Bruce’s blood ran cold. “ Father— he won’t stop screaming!”
“Poison Ivy’s fleeing the scene,” Oracle said.
Let her run, he’ll capture her later. Right now, his son needs him. 
“Gas mask, B. Don’t forget to put it on.”
The screaming had tapered off by the time he found his son. Robin knelt over something, back turned to him, the edges of his black cape singed. A few feet away from there were the remains of a giant plant that laid limp on the ground,  its red petals curled back tightly to the base of the flower. All around them there were giant holes— seeds —that dug straight through concrete.
“Robin,” He called out.
The other whipped his head back, eyes wide, gas mask already attached. “Father! Please— I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Robin shifted his position.
There, knelt on the ground, was Damian’s brother. His head was bowed, nearly pressed against the ground, one hand grasping at debris and the other clenched against his side. He whimpered on the floor, drawing himself tighter. Red coated his hand, seeped and spread through the white of his shirt.
He knelt at the boy’s—at Danny’s? That’s what he preferred to be called if Bruce remembered correctly— side. “What happened?” 
“I was careless. I wasn’t watching my back. Poison Ivy’s new plant bomb has a quicker detonation time and I wasn’t able to get out of the blast radius quickly enough. My brother he— he saw and he shielded me. But I don’t know why he’s— He said he wasn’t hit .”
Danny convulsed. A scream ripped through his throat. 
“Bullet?”
“A— a seed bullet from one of Ivy’s new plants. It’s still inside him.”
Shit. He fished out a small bottle of saline and wads of gauze from his utility belt and gave Robin instructions to help pack the wound. They’ll have to take him back to the cave. 
Bruce spoke through the comms. “Red Robin, Nightwing, report.”
“Explosives have all been disarmed, B. I think I might know Poison Ivy’s motives, too.”
“The building’s all clear too, except for these plants. What the hell’s been happening on your end?”
“Poison Ivy’s escaped. Danyal al Ghul has been injured; I’m taking him to the cave.”
“What?” Nightwing and Red Robin exclaimed.
“RR and I can handle the clean-up here, B. You guys go on ahead.”Batman grunted. He lifted Danny up off the ground—why was he throwing himself into a fight wearing jeans and a t-shirt?— and carried him to the batmobile. Damian dogged at his heels, only pausing to swipe a sample of the plant bomb. 
“Oracle?”
“Already sent a message to Agent A to prep the infirmary, B.”
“Good.”
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Danny slipped between consciousness and unconsciousness during their ride back to the cave.
Alfred was already prepared, the infirmary fully stocked and the operating theater ready for use.
“Wait—” Damian. “Anesthesia doesn’t work on you.”
Danny groaned through clenched teeth as Bruce helped him onto the operating table. “It’ll work. Righ— hah— ‘m weak ‘nough right now that it’ll work.” He turned to Bruce, words slurring. “Jus’ gimme the strongest you got.” Another groan. “Please.”
Bruce slipped that piece of information into the file labeled ‘investigate later.’ “Damian, get the computer to analyze the plant sample you collected.”
Alfred helped Danny slip off his torn and bloodied shirt and tossed it into a bin. “I wasn’t aware that crime-fighting attire would be so casual these days.”
“Gettin’ shot wasn’t r’lly on m’ to-do list today. Might’ve dressed better ‘f I’d known.”
They worked quickly,  hooking Danny up to the appropriate machines and identifying the location of the seed. Damian had rushed back with an analysis report on the seed. Other than possessing a very tough shell, the seed itself was harmless. 
Alfred finished cleaning up the wound. “The seed will have to stay inside, I’m afraid.”
Danny vigorously shook his head, eyes squinted and unfocused. “Nonono, ya’ gotta take it out.”
“Taking it out will only risk more injury than leaving it in.”
“‘Nd the seed is made out ‘f the only thing in this world that can kill me.”
What?
“Rosa disanthus,” Danny wheezed. “Check. That’s the plant, yeah?”
Damian flipped through the report again. “Its— the plant shares similar DNA with it, yes. But according to the computer it's harmless.”
“Not to me.”
With the exception of a raised eyebrow, Alfred looked nonplussed. “Very well then.” He injected more anesthesia into the wound site and pulled up a rolling chair next to Danny, forceps brandished in one hand. “Do try to keep still.”
“I’ll have you know that’m a champ at playin’ dead.”
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Danny passed out soon after Alfred fished out the seed. Damian insisted that he help bandage his brother up, and in a rather surprising display of empathy, refused to leave Danny’s bedside.
Bruce managed to wrangle him to sleep by setting up another cot in the infirmary with plenty of promises to wake him up if anything happened. He crashed the second his head hit the pillow, showing how much this entire ordeal shook him. 
Before Alfred went about to clean the operating theater, he passed the bloodied seed off to Bruce. “While I may be old and hardly a medical expert, I’m quite sure that blood is not supposed to have bits of green in it.”
“Green?” Bruce took the forceps, holding the seed up to the light. It was unusually large, though judging from the plant it came from, he couldn’t be too surprised by it. He angled it slightly, eyes narrowed as he tried to spot a sliver of green. There. It was hardly noticeable amidst all the dark reds, but if you held it just right, you could see little flecks of green swirling about the blood. 
The seed itself looked unharmed, so it couldn’t have been from that.
Hm. More unanswered questions. 
While the blood was being analyzed, Bruce took the opportunity to breathe and—
And…
The remarkable thing about Danny was that his skin was unblemished. In their line of work—hero, vigilante, assassin — it was next to impossible to remain unscathed unless one had preternatural healing abilities or nigh-indestructible skin. Even Damian, young as he was, had a few scars to his name 
Danny—with the exception of the wound Alfred had stitched closed (a wound that will scar)— had none. Not a single mark.
That should be a good thing.
That should be a good thing. 
He is the best the League has ever produced
Bruce rubbed his face, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. He checked Danny’s vitals one more time, pulled Damian’s blanket over his shoulders, then sat himself down in front of the computer monitor. 
The first thing Bruce did was check on the summative reports that both Nightwing and Red Robin sent him. The mission was successful with minimal casualties and no deaths; all researchers within the facility were taken to the hospital for treatment. The two managed to neutralize the majority of the hostile plants Poison Ivy set both in and around the facility. Poison Ivy, however, still remained at large. 
Dick’s report also said that he and Tim were going to get something to eat at BatBurger and not to wait up.
You have some shit you need to sort out , the message seemed to say. And we’re not gonna be a part of it.
He closed off the report and opened a random assortment of case files. Despite his efforts, none of them really caught his attention, and he found his eyes glazing over. 
Bruce always had a good memory. 
It was useful more often than not. He was good at remembering faces and storing away minute details that may or may not become useful in a case, and it helped him juggle both of his personas. But there were times when having a good memory was more trouble than it’s worth.
Time heals all wounds— but a sharp memory had a penchant of reopening them.
(The heat was one of the things he remembered the most. The hot desert son relentlessly bore down on him, sweat sticking to his skin and matting his hair. The air so dry that every inhale parched his throat, and insects buzzed annoyingly around his ear. But all of that— all the discomfort, the heat, the sun, the stress—faded away when Talia—his once-love, once-passion, once the owner of his heart and soul—pulled him aside to whisper in his ears “beloved, I am with child.”
He kissed her there in that cursed desert. And even years later he still remembered the feel of her lips against his. The way that her pulse fluttered beneath his thumb. The slow curl of her smile.)(Another memory: It’s that damn desert again. The moon shone high in the sky, a pale and waning crescent. The sand that was hot to touch in the day was cold beneath his fingertips. The air was still so dry. He is angry at Ra’s, angry at this mission, angry at himself. Then came Talia, face cold and impassive but her eyes rimmed red, her spine rigid but Bruce did not miss the way she angled herself against the doorframe, almost clinging to it. “It’s gone,” she said, simple and straightforward as if she was remarking about the fucking weather. “The baby is gone.”)
(And another: They’re miles beneath the sea, just off the coast of the United Kingdom. The cave is dark and infested with mutant man-bats trying to escape to the surface and their son—their son, arrogant and unexpected but as relentlessly determined as their parents—had run off to fight the world’s most renowned hitman. Talia was not dead, was not captured. She stood waist-deep in the Lazarus pit…waiting.
Then, as if possessed, she dove in. He shouted her name and went in after her. Pulled her back to the surface. The green waters had slipped into her wounds, suturing them closed and seeping its madness into her. Her eyes flickered green. She tore herself from his grip, but then fell limp. He caught her, and as he did saw something that might have looked like tears at the corner of her eyes.)
( A final one:  Reunited and victorious, Damian ran to his mother. But as he came closer his steps slowed, then stopped. Face contorted into confusion. “Where—?”
Talia’s composure broke— but only for a moment. The cracks smoothed themselves away with an exhale. She closed the distance between her and Damian, fingers carding through his hair before coming down his neck and then cupping his face. “I’m sorry,” she said. “He’s gone.”)
He blinked.
Alfred appeared at his side with a cup of warm tea in hand. 
Bruce gave Alfred a grateful look and silently took the cup. He took a sip, long and slow, letting the scent of chamomile calm him, and appreciating the pleasant warmth on his tongue. 
“Alfred,” Bruce said as he rolled back his aching shoulders. “What do you make of him?”
“Master Danny, I presume?” Alfred placed his hands behind his back. “I would not presume to make such judgments when I’ve only met him once. However, I do see a resemblance.”
With a grunt, he sipped his tea. “There’s something strange about him, Alfred.”
“I would say that about all your children, Master Bruce.”
Bruce chuckled. “Can’t argue with you there.”
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thebettybook · 1 year
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In a relationship plz 🙏💕
Hi, anon! Thank you for your request :)
🍓: Last fic for my event!! :D It was my first time writing requests and I found it a bit challenging but also fun 💖.
Update/important note 4/22/23: MC!reader is gender neutral in all of the posts for this event
🍓: Here’s the masterlist to my event for those who may want to read the fics/check the fics out.
14. ❛ I knew you would be here. ❜
24. ❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
F. Leona picks you up after class
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🍂 “I knew you would be here,” you teased, peeking outside the doorway of your last class of the day, Animal Languages. Everyone in your class, including Grim, had already left, but you stayed behind for a few minutes since Leona texted you that he’d come pick you up.
🍂 Leona leaned against the wall next to the doorway with his arms crossed, all casual-like as if he just happened to be there.
🍂 “It wounds me that you’d think I wouldn’t show up on time, herbivore,” Leona shot you his smug, easy-going grin, which grew into a genuine grin at the sight of you. “How was class?”
🍂 “Superrrrr boring,” you groaned as you walked out from your classroom. You took his hand and the two of you walked through the bustling hallway filled with students chatting about their weekend plans. “Professor Trein sure gets really passionate about cat languages. He spent the entire class time talking about that instead of the other animal languages we were supposed to learn. How was the dorm Magift practice?”
🍂 You noticed that Leona wore a thick brown coat over his short-sleeved marigold PE uniform shirt and black track pants. Strands of his dark-brown mane escaped from his loose ponytail and the side of his neck glistened with sweat. He must’ve come to pick you up straight after the practice, and the thought of that warmed your heart even more.
🍂 “Good, we made progress today,” Leona yawned, exhausted from the hardcore practice. Magift was a big deal to him, and the fact that his Savanaclaw members were improving was a testament to the members’ hard work and his leadership. “Though we still have a long way to go if we wanna win next year’s interdorm tournament.”
🍂 You used your free hand to wave back at fellow students who spotted you and Leona. “I bet you will. Are we going back to my dorm or your dorm?”
🍂 “Let’s go somewhere, just you and me,” Leona brought your hand holding his into his brown coat pocket to keep your hand warm as the two of you stepped out of the building. “The Botanical Garden’s closer and I need a nap.”
🍂 “Ok,” you gave his fingers a loving squeeze, to which he reciprocated with a gentle squeeze of his own.
🍂 A few minutes later, you and Leona stepped through the glass doors of the Botanical Garden. You felt transported back in time as you noticed that the current flowers and green plants in the garden retained the same colors and shapes despite the fall season, thanks to the NRC botanists and Science Club members.
🍂 Outside the glass dome of the Botanical Garden, the campus’s barren charcoal trees with barely-there orange and amber leaves of fall stood tall, contrasting the abundant plant life in the Botanical Garden.
🍂 Leona led you over to his secret spot just behind the giant viridian bushes. In a matter of seconds, the lion beastman already had his arms folded behind his head as he rested comfortably onto the soft grass.
🍂 “I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing the plants here until now,” Leona hummed, inhaling the familiar earthy scent of soil and the lighter floral scents of the flowers around the two of you.
🍂 You laid down next to Leona. His dark-brown bangs, still beaded with drops of sweat from practice earlier, fell over his eyes and clung to his forehead. You brought your hand up to brush the strands away from his forehead and eyes.
🍂 “Now that you mention it, we haven’t been here in a while,” you realized how the fall season kept you and Leona busy with schoolwork and individual extracurriculars.
🍂 The dropping temperatures of autumn and the occasional rainfalls in recent weeks which signified an incoming change to winter also kept you and Leona indoors more, so there weren’t many chances to visit the Botanical Garden as much as the two of you did during spring and summer.
🍂 “We haven’t gone anywhere outside of school lately,” Leona mused, wrapping an arm around your waist as you rested your head on his chest.
🍂 You sighed in content, hearing his heart’s steady beats and the gentle vibrations of his breathing that rumbled through his chest. With the peacefulness of it all, Leona closed his eyes to take a nap. “We should go out for dinner tonight,” you suggested.
🍂 “It’s freezin’ outside,” Leona cracked an emerald eye open, grimacing at the thought of going out in the cold weather.
🍂 “You’re right,” you twirled a strand of Leona’s mane with your finger. “Maybe we should stay in at Savanaclaw tonight. Order a pizza?”
🍂 “Sounds good to me,” Leona mumbled, planting a kiss onto the top of your head. “Half Meat Lover’s for me, half (your favorite pizza topping) for you?”
🍂 “You got it,” you reached up to kiss the tip of his nose. You then shifted off of Leona to lay parallel next to him on the grass. “I can’t wait for spring to come so that we can travel to more places.”
🍂 “What places do ya have in mind?” Leona inquired as the two of you tipped your eyes and chins up to watch the burnt-orange and lavender sunset turning into a ebony-purple sky outside the Botanical Garden’s transparent glass dome.
🍂 “I really want to go to that famous restaurant at Port Jubilee known for its gumbo and beignets,” your eyes sparkled at the thought of getting to travel more throughout Twisted Wonderland with Leona. “And then there’s the floating lanterns festival in that small kingdom in the Land of Pyroxene…”
🍂 Leona listened as you continued to list all the places you wanted to travel to with him. His eyes shifted from the sunset to focus on your starry eyes. Leona imagined all the sights the two of you would see in your future travels together, and how your eyes would sparkle even more at the new places the two of you had yet to explore.
🍂 He might call himself cheesy for it, but Leona loved seeing the world through your eyes. Maybe it was because you came from an entirely different world, but Twisted Wonderland seemed brighter, more beautiful—as if touched by your light—whenever you were by his side.
🍂 “…Leona?” your voice brought Leona out of his thoughts. Your eyes were now staring back into his. “Are you ok?”
🍂 “You looked so cute talking about the places you want us to visit together,” Leona smirked, still gazing at you. “I couldn’t help but stare.”
🍂 “Oh, you,” your cheeks warmed. Leona always knew how to make you flustered, even more so when you knew he was telling the truth. “Is there any place where you want to go, Leona?”
🍂 As a prince, Leona travelled to many countries in Twisted Wonderland for diplomatic or celebratory events with his family ever since he was a cub. However, there were still places throughout Twisted Wonderland Leona had yet to explore, and he wanted to explore them with you.
🍂 “Haven’t been to Port Jubilee yet, and I do want to check out that restaurant you were talking about,” Leona winked at you. “There’s also this city I haven’t been to yet known for their cutting-edge technology. Did ya know that they have marshmallow-like robots programmed to act as caretakers?”
🍂 “We should definitely go to the Port Jubilee restaurant for a special dinner someday soon,” you rested your head against the crook of Leona’s neck as his tail snaked around your leg. “That city you mentioned also sounds really cool. ‘Marshmallow-like robots programmed to act as caretakers,’ those sound so cute and efficient at the same time.”
🍂 You and Leona continued to lay on the grass in the Botanical Garden, surrounded by the abundant greenery as the two of you planned out your travels together for next year’s spring and summer.
🍂 Above you and Leona, a flock of birds traveling in a v-shape dotted the sky as they got a head start on their “vacation” to warmer places.
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Little notes:
- The “city known for their cutting-edge technology” that has “marshmallow-like robots programmed to act as caretakers” is a reference I made to San Fransokyo and Baymax from Big Hero 6 hehe
- I also made references to Tiana’s restaurant “Tiana’s Palace” from The Princess and The Frog and the kingdom of Corona from Tangled ;)
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thefisherqueen · 3 months
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Notes while watching Granada's Sherlock Holmes: The elegible bachelor. They made a full movie out of this short story, I'm curious to see how the material has been expended upon
The beginning of this story was tough to watch. Good of Granada to touch upon the subject of the treatment of mentally unwell people, though. May we one day react to people in obvious grief and distress with compassion and offering them what they need to recover, not by subduing/restraining them or locking them up, as today still happens too often
"You wild and beautiful thing" "Not half as wild and beautiful as you" oooh smooth dude. She really is very beautiful and looks stunning in that smart riding costume! New discovery about myself: I have much more of a weakness for women in smart victorian clothing than in the prettiest of dresses. New sexuality unlocked: victorian women while they're on the move + Jeremy Brett, but only for staring at (for an uncomfortable amount of time)
To expand upon my previous point: especially staring at Jeremy Brett sprawled on the sofa in just his nightdress, which is all open at the neck and chest. Sir what are you doing to me
Not too sure about Holmes' dream. Did they choose to depict this case as a post-Reichenbach one and is that why it's all about the waterfall? I'm always in favour when media shows trauma symptoms, and think it very realistic that Holmes would have reoccuring nightmares about waterfalls after that experience, but it's a bit overdone I think. Could have made more impact if it had been a little more subtle. Loved his charcoal drawings of the dream, though, and also the 'hyperventilating via pipe". Seems like a thing Holmes would do
The old gossiping aunts are hilarious
So much screaming and fighting, was that really necessary Grananda? Holmes walking around through dark alleys in a bad mental health state is very valid, but this feels a little like I'm watching Sweeny Todd... not the greatest of association for Sherlock Holmes
"Come and use your whore, my lord. You'll never have anyone who'll do what you want like me" ehm, madam? *uncomfortably close-up of her mouth* oooh, this bachelor's former sweetheart is actually trying to murder him for daring to marry another? Exciting
Mrs. Hudson waiting in the corridor for Holmes is adorable. "I don't really sleep these days" oh no I want to hug him so badly. Watson where are you? Your intimate friend needs you
This seems like a really draining episode for Jeremy Brett to play! I want to look up if he ever commented on it
Love that Mrs. Hudson contacts Watson to say that Holmes is not doing well. "You should have called me earlier" "I didn't dare disobey him" lots of hugs for mrs. Hudson too
The emotion in Jeremy Brett's voice and face as he explains the nightmare *cries with him* Also love that they added the anger and irritation and unhinged stuff about missing Moriarty from the book. Mental health problems are not all pretty tears
The scene out on the street in the rain is unhinged, I love it
Ok, halfway through the movie and the real investigations have began. I'm quite faceblind and having trouble keeping the different ladies involved apart, and the men as well, so this will be fun to try to keep up with
*deep, silky voice* "That any man should be worthy of such love..." are you trying in seduce her, Holmes? I don't think it's working. She just wants her bottle and her lord
I knew you could walk dramatically down a stairs, never have seen one walking dramatically up it before
"It could not happen today, we have the lunacy act, you can't just put people away" "It can if you are a handsome duke" This is an interesting piece of dialog. Not quite saying all that's wrong in mental health care, but this episode is already digging deeper than most media does, especially because it also depicts Holmes - the protaganist - as having mental health problems. That already paints a much more even and sympathetic picture. It's easy to imagine Holmes, if he lived in less privileged circumstances and showed less acceptable symptoms and wouldn't have people who cared about him close, ending up in an asylum. And Watson is a doctor - not necessarily safe for someone like Holmes. Where the critique falls down is the 'innocent woman locked up, is not mad', which doesn't adress the abuse of those who are locked up and are 'mad'
"I live only half a life. Nothing seems to break the gray circle I live in" I bet that Holmes can relate to that statement. And Jeremy Brett choose to show that by standing very close to her, even at one time shortly touching her hand, which Holmes never does with strangers. That was a beautiful acting choice
"I walk the streets at night. I'm looking for danger. Sometimes I'm asking the world to hurt me, so I can feel alive" It's a shame Holmes is immediately back in investigation mode after those moving lines. It's like Holmes' bad mental health episode is treated like a mere plot device, the nightmare containing actual clues. I generally like when dreams are used as foreshadowing, but I think it works better when it's more obscure, something like 'dream gives idea for solution' or 'dream sets mood for something happening later'. This is a bit too straightforward and, like the 'creeping man' episode, the occurance of straight up predictive/telepathic dreaming feels out of place. Wrong genre
*Holmes is distracted by laundry mid-conversation* hehe very ADHD of him
"I cannot expect you to understand how much I envy you. The delight it must be to face an opponent of some worth" Very appropriate thing to say to a depressed woman who lost her sister and got disfigured herself, Holmes
"Trust me" "Not an inch, my lord" Haha, probably sensable
Oh no, he killed another wife. Mistress. Whatever. Loved that Granada made him full evil
VERY brave of the american girl to confront her 'husband', but oh, so scared for her now *few minutes later* don't agonise him further silly girl! You're being very brave, but also very stupid! Come on, Holmes and Watson, hurry!
Nice shot Watson :)
Ah, there's the second wife, still alive! And she - oh. Interesting. Did not have 'became feral witch and took revenge on her husband in the prison he locked her up in by a trap she made herself' on my bingo card
The ending when she crawled out of her prison... that was very wholesome, actually. Love that she was allowed to become 'ugly' and still be a hero, that's rare for female characters. Hope she and her sister will live on happily together. They can at least share their trauma
And it ends with a performance... wait, so miss Miller did survive? Good! And Watson and Holmes are watching it with the sisters, I presume? Gosh I'm so bad at faces. Guess it must be
A wild and dark episode for sure, overall a very interesting watch. Just a shame about the prophetic dreaming, that was a bit out of place and unnecessary
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Ok so chapter 19 SURE WAS A CHAPTER! HOLY CRAP THINGS ARE GOING DOWN NOW!! NAFF THIS IS SO GOOD I AAA I CAN’T!! THE BETRAYAL!!!! THE POSSESSION!!!! VANESSA!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!!!
I cannot believe there’s just one part left of this episode… I can’t…
(gonna try to make it easier to see the difference between my comments and the parts of the fic by making the fic parts blue)
You wring your hands together as Moon tilts his head slightly.
“Are you scared?” he rasps.
They’re so gentle.. aaa my heart… When having finished reading and knowing what’s about to unfold later this question becomes sooo much more intense..
The claws lightly pressing into the bone of your jaw causes you to breathe out. You cover the hand and slowly turn to press a kiss into the cool, smooth palm. A low spasm races through the animatronic. When you lift your gaze, Moon’s pale eyes are bright, flashing almost in a frenzy.
Hehe, they blush! Or maybe they’re getting restless, ether way they have mad butterflies X3
Thank you for giving us a sweet little moment like this, we really needed it for what’s about to go down..
You wonder if you’ve ever missed anything they said because of their demon voice. Could they have spoken and you mistook it for a grumble?
I can just think of the low purrs being words of adoration and praises aaaa!!!
As promised, the next page is decorated with diaphragms and charcoal illustrations of the curious and creepy function of the demonic cryptid, painting an image of the bear beast’s stomach splitting open to reveal a bony cage of dripping goo, dark brown fur pulled back.
THIS IS SICK! FREDDY IS SICK!! I LOVE HIM!!
They return to their vessel, sated. It’s not a rule breaker’s heart, but it returns the energy that was taken by the cursed seal. They are strong. They are eager to see your lovely, tired face.
‘Lovely, tired face’ really got me :’0
The man’s heart is missing.
Something or someone ate it.
Meep live reaction: “No,,, no no no nooo I know where this is going and I hate it!!!”
A metallic hand seizes your wrist. Glowing eyes flash crimson. A warning echoes your name in betrayal. You tilt your fingers and watch the salt spill out, forming a thick mound that stretches from end to end of the salt circle and completes it.
I’M CRYING!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!
“No, no, that wasn’t—we never meant for that to hurt you—”
“I was in a cornfield just like that. That hunter could have been me. That hunter was me .”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Man this hits HARD. You're not holding back any punches anymore huh (not that you haven’t punched us hard before). Also it’s so easy to visualize Sun spasming animalistically and act like a caged animal in this scene from how you describe everything! The whole scene is so beautifully written!
"You are abysmal,” you whisper, at last turning back to face Sun’s frozen smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a demonic cryptid.”
This is where you ripped my heart out and held it in your claws right in front of me. Naff, this is where you killed me.
Abysmal��
To think I was worried when they were in the middle of fighting the rake, when emotions were running high and that wall formed between them. All those other moments of complex feelings feel so tame now compared to this.
“Do not come back to me. You leave when night falls, and you don’t come back.” You lower your hand and force away a shudder in your breath. “I will treat you like any other cryptid I’ve hunted before.”
And here is where you ate my heart. Killing me again.
NAFF I’M RATTLING YOU SO HARD!!! THIS IS SO GOOD AND I’M CRYING SO HARD!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!! After aaaaall this time and through the good and the bad, this moment, these lines feel so earned, so right but also so wrong, it hurts so soooo bad.. You’ve been building up to this through the whole story, it feels so satisfying but so painful.
“I’m going to take care of the scary thing, then I’m going to take care of you.”
This line will never get old I swear!!! NEVER!!! <3<3<3
“Nessie!” You reach out as more black fluid emerges from underneath the neckline of her shirt, phasing from her body underneath the edges of her open jacket and spilling over the orange and red leaves.
She gasps. A wretched gag escapes her as more darkness spews from her skin, leaking from every pore before she twists towards you, eyes wide, and vomits. Dark goo falls underneath her. You swiftly nab her arm, dragging her away from the pile of twitching, unholy matter, and clutch her close.
I love how visceral this exorcism is, it’s sooo horrible and disgusting and I applaud you for writing it this way, the goo leaking from every pore, the demon having a physical presence as it gets vomited out and pools on the ground. Just aaaaaAAARRGH!! LOVE IT!!!
You don’t shy away from writing and describing things like gore, violence and in this case possession in full detail. You don’t have to do that, but you do! It’s part of why I enjoy your writing so much. You also write it in a way that doesn’t just make it a gross mess. Idk how exactly to describe it, but there’s beauty in the horrific, it’s not all just one homogeneous color of violence and gore, you can tell what’s what in the mess.
Violet eyes glow with black halos for pupils. A terrible coldness douses you in horror. The shadowy being stands on legs bent like the hind legs of an animal’s, inky body black and tinted violet. Long arms sway with razor-sharp claws grasping at the air. You stare at its teeth, saber-like and bared, prepared to tear into skin and bone.
GOD HE’S UGLY! I LOVE HIM AND HATE HIM AND WANNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS!
The demonic cryptid eyes flash. Black pupils devour you. It lowers itself closer and your breath fogs the narrow space between you and the cryptid. Your heart stops.
It shoves its mouth upon yours in a crushing kiss. The world turns violet.
You gag on the liquid invading your tongue, your throat, your senses, then jerk sporadically. A burning, unearthly agony overtakes you. Something sinks into your flesh, spilling over your face.
It’s taking you.
OH NO OH GOD OH FUCK NOOOO!!!!! Ok so this is TERRIBLE and I hate it with every fiber of my being, but damn I love it!!!!!! HE ENTERS YOU BY KISSING YOU!?! NO GOD NOOO!!! Also again, I love how you describe the possession! It’s not just smoke or shadow seeping in to control you, it’s a physical presence that chokes you, invades you and hurts you. It’s like a giant demonic parasite living within you.
But also I love the concept of it entering through the mouth in a “kiss” and what it’ll do to the first kiss that will eventually be shared between Y/N and Eclipse. Oh gosh that’ll be a rough memory to try and not remember in that moment…
Silent, still, and suspended, you are possessed.
A low growl reverberates through the purple pitch-black along with a terrible, dark voice.
My vessel, reluctant follower.
You will serve me well.
Eclipse will be SO MAD when they realize that Y/N is/was possessed. They will be FURIOUS.
Naff I’m going absolutely insane. INSANE INSANE INSANE!!! Holy fuck! Wtf!!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!! AND SO SCARED!!!
This comment is a mess, I’m sorry.. But this chapter left my brain in a mess! Not in a bad way though, It’s a good kind of mess! I have so much Cryptid Sightings brainrot you don’t even know!
These chapters are coming out so fast I’m honestly scared that the ending is so near :’0
AMAZING CHAPTER AS ALWAYS!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
AHHH MEEP I LOVE SEEING YOUR REACTIONS ESPECIALLY TO SPECIFIC PARAGRAPHS/SENTENCES AHHHHH
I'm especially happy you enjoyed the possession scene! I wanted to depict it as all-consuming, that there is no piece of a human left untouched by a demonic cryptid. It's a very disturbing visual but I didn't want it to be too gratuitous! Just get it across that it's a very, very bad thing.
Do you remember the scene in the vampire episode when Y/N opens up the abandoned animatronic to see a lot of unearthly goo dripping inside? Now imagine that, but in a human. Not pretty ;-;
Don't apologize, I love this so much! I am rattling you so hard right now, ahhh! Thank you so much, babe! ♥
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lulubelle814 · 5 months
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Just Dizziness - Chapter 41
Your POV
The coffee shop appeared to be empty.  I started to look around, trying to find anyone who might be there.  Maybe they were in the back during a lull?  
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“Hello?”
From the back, I heard a door open and close, and a tall figure coming towards me.  “Hello?  I was just using the loo but no one was here?”  The gentleman was looking around, but his voice sounded like home.
“Tom?”  He whipped around.  Holy shit he looked good.  Was that a new suit?  It was charcoal from head to toe, a crisp white shirt, and a navy blue tie.  We practically ran to each other, both welcoming the other with a tight embrace and kissing as if the world were about to end.  I couldn’t help but smell his usual cologne and felt instantly at ease.  
We didn’t even break apart when we heard someone else come in, rather Tom positioned himself between me and whomever was entering the room.  It was Chad,  the owner of the coffee shop.  “Ah, you made it!  Please, follow me, and I’ll show you to your table.”
We were both confused but followed him to a table neither of us had seemed to notice, but most of the shop was dark before.  It looked like someone just turned on a light over this one.  It was a table for 2 with a white linen table cloth, nice dishes, and flowers in the middle.
Tom helped me to sit before taking a chair himself.  “I knew Sophie and Emma were up to something!”
“Honestly?  I had no clue.  I just thought Ben was being a pain in the ass.”  We both laughed at that statement.  I couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful blue eyes.  “I’ve missed you, Tom.”
“I’m sure it’s not nearly as much as I’ve missed you.”  He moved his chair over a few inches so that we were side by side.  I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder.
We didn’t really pay attention to the foods that were brought out along with something to drink nor the soft music playing in the background.  I couldn’t tell you what he or I ate, but we went the cheesy route and had started feeding the other.  
When dinner was done, the plates were cleared.  Rather than dessert, a book was brought over to us.  Looking at the cover, it read “Come What May”.  We opened and started reading through it.  There were pictures and notes and letters.  Going through it, it provided a timeline of our lives together from the first time we met including some texts.  I was flabbergasted that they found texts from that long ago, but I suspect his mum saved this on purpose.
Tom: Mom, you’ll never believe it. Mom: What’s that? Tom: I just met the woman I’m going to marry “I can’t believe she saved that.”  Tom laughed.  There were pictures from many of our dates, some that I remembered and some that I didn’t.  One picture was from the first time I met his mum.  I remember being incredibly nervous.  
“But what if she doesn’t like me,” I said.  Tom smiled, kissed my forehead, and said, “I promise, she’ll love you as much as I do.
“I remember that.  My heart had dropped to the pit of my stomach on the way to mum’s because I swore she’d hate me, and it was the first time you told me you loved me.”
He smiled, “And I was right, wasn’t I?”
I leaned back into him.  “You were, and I’m glad for that.  When my parents passed, your mum stepped in to help me with any advice I needed.”
I didn’t realize I started crying until I felt Tom’s finger on my cheek, wiping away a couple of  stray tears.
There was a letter on the next page from Diana.
From the first time I met you, I knew you were the one for my son, and if he mucked it up that I’d replace him with you in the family.  You were amazing from the beginning, getting to know you, going with you for tea or brunch.
The letter continued on until I saw one thing.
When Tom came to me saying he was going to propose, he was a complete wreck.  I had never seen him like that, not even at his first play when he was a teenager.  He was visibly shaking.  I took his hands in mine and told him that I knew it would be ok, that you would say yes.  I told him to stay put, leaving the room and bringing back a small, maroon box, telling him it was my mother’s ring, and that’s what he should give you.  I knew from the first moment we met that the ring was destined to be yours.
I looked down at the ring and tried to stifle the new, on-coming tears.
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“There were endless fights between Emma and Sarah.  They both wanted it, but mum said it was for her eldest son’s wife, should mum consider her worthy enough.”  He looked at the ring and then back to me.  “I told her that as beautiful as the ring is, you were worth so much more, and I should be the one worried if I was worthy of you.  I always thought you were too good for me.”
He leaned in and gave me a light kiss.
“I always felt like I was dreaming since that first day I met you, afraid you’d figure out at any moment that I was some kind of fraud, but you’ve always been there for me.”
He looked into my eyes. “And I will always be there for you.  Come what may.”
The music shifted over to something that sounded very familiar, and Tom held out his hand.  “Care to dance, Mrs. Hiddleston?”  I smiled and took his hand.  “I would love to, Mr. Hiddleston.”  We swayed to the music, him singing in my ear.
Seasons may change Winter to spring But I love you Until the end of time
I held him close, but noticed an odd reflection in the window.  It took me a moment to realize it was Sarah, smiling and giving a look of approval.  The search for figuring out what was real was over.  I knew then that she was watching over me, and I was exactly where I was supposed to be.  
Epilogue
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Just walk through the door, it's easy four steps forward and push, nothing complicated about it.
Fuck's sake, half an hour I've been stood here staring up at the high-rise building urging myself to stop being a coward and enter. Yet the battle within my own mind is halting any movement.
Woman you booked this - Don't back out now.
The inner voice is right, I did seek out this place, I did arrange the meeting and it was all done with confident vigour. Now it's happening, I'd rather go back home and chuck on my tracksuit. Cement below was wearing out with each pace, nail beds destroyed from the chewing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
"Sorry Miss... there you go" Freezing, I look up to see a man in a well-tuned three-piece suit staring curiously up to me, arm outstretched as he kept the door ajar for me to enter. Furrow in his brows from Impatience.
Clearing my throat, I nodded muttering a 'thanks' striding past him. Scents of pine wafted in my direction, piano cords sounding through the speakers nervously I tucked a stray strand behind my ear. I shouldn't be in her, I stick out like a sore thumb.
Gaze cast to the plush charcoal carpets, I felt eyes on me as I tilted my head to meet them. Two females sat behind a desk identical slick back low buns, painted lips and pearly practised smiles. One stood flattening out her shirt breasts heaving as the buttons hung on for dear life.
Yep, I definitely shouldn't be here. Tugging the hem of my oversized t-shirt, uncomfortable in my own flesh once more. She called out "Hi there, do you have an appointment?"
"Y-yes I do at th-three" Stuttering as flitting my hues up and down, she is flawless the personification of pretty.
"Ok, name please", Grinning as she sat back down tapping away at her keyboard.
"Devon Dempsey" She hummed in response. Continuing to click away whilst the other eyed me closely.
"Room number six straight down this hall, first door to the left" I didn't say a word, just heading in the direction she gave me. Hearing cackles when they thought I was out of ear shot, sighing I dipped my head one more. Even after all these years it hurt to be the laughingstock, the girl everyone would tease.
I was dimly regular, even if I wasn't they wouldn't be able to see past the giraffe in the room which is me. Standing at five foot ten inches, legs longer than most sonnets. I couldn't stand it, longing to be petite and pocket sized. As for the rest, my hair was deep brown reaching my hip bones, breasts a comfortable size for the proportion of my figure. Prominent dips to my hips, accompanied with a jiggle in my rear.
Did people pay me attention? Yes, never the kind I wanted or appreciated no one could see past my height. Hence why I'm nineteen, never had a boyfriend, never been kissed. I don't want you to feel sorry for me in the slightest. Personally, I blame my genetics, which can't be changed so I suffer in silence.
Deep breaths, in and out. Remember your morning affirmations.
Another barrier to cross as I reach the room, shaking out the nerves I tap the door thrice, met with a small 'it's open', pushing it to peek around the corner. There's a man standing back to me laying out different supplies on a wooden pop-up table.
"Dempsey?" Beckoning over his shoulder. "Yes, yes that's me" Chin up high and proud. His shoulders jutted at my faux confident reply.
"Come further in, I don't bite" feeling the blush rise on my cheeks as I slide in, shutting the door behind me. Edging towards a forest leather sofa, debating whether to sit or say standing. "You can sit I'll be just a minute" I do as I'm told.
Legs crossed? No, just sit normal. What is sitting normal? Dear god, I give up with myself.
Breath. Keep breathing.
Taking in the room it's bland, nothing personal or indication of warmth just plain white walls, a desk, sofa and a stall that's it.
Clasping of hands bring me back to the matter, standing before me head on is a slender built stark haired Adonis, breathtakingly porcelain with piercing eyes; they remind me of when it's a clear blue day and the fogged clouds threaten to take over coverage, entrancing in every way. Soaking in his form, he's also quite tall from a guess, around six foot two. Don't even get me started on the paint splattered bare torso, pinks and purples speckled over each prominent muscle, biceps bulged with crossed arms, black linens hung low.
He himself is a work of art.
Chuckles accompanied by clicking pulled me out of my gawking - Shit that's embarrassing.
Turning his chair chest flush to the metal. Smarmy look plastered across his plumped lips more so the bottom then the top. Resting his chin on a knuckle, wisps of platinum rested above darker eyelashes.
"So, you're booked for two hours if I'm, correct? Do you have an idea of what you want?"
Palms sweating as I gulped, he is intimidating to say the least. Exhaling deep he speaks again, "Don't be nervous Miss Dempsy, I do this for a living there is nothing I haven't done or seen not just professionally speaking" I giggled a little at his honesty.
"Let's start with the formalities shall we, I'm Draco Malfoy. I've been an artist for pfff - for four years now, I did a lot for fun in my younger years" I was fully engaged, he looked calm talking about his passion. "I aspire to make people's visions a reality, something they can display with pride" Pausing briefly he glared into my soul, "Devon, tell me yours?"
Here's your moment, take it, don't waste his time.
"I-I urmm -" Breath. "I've always struggled with my-my image a-and I wanted to have some-something to prove me wrong"
"And how do you see yourself?"
"Truthfully?" He simply nods on time. "I'm an eyesore, there is nothing beautiful about me I'm just that lanky girl, that's all I'll ever be" Welling in my globes made me look at my fiddling digits in shame.
Scoffing, "You really believe that?" Stuttering a yes, his head shook dangerously, "Then you're an idiot, now get undressed and let me show you how wrong you truly are"
Widening my lids as my jaw dropped a gape. "Un-you want me to get naked?" I expected a still portrait, elegant and ethereal, not to be exposed fully in front of a stranger, especially one as attractive as Malfoy.
"This is a nude art session darling; did you not check into it further? Let's begin hmm... dressing room in the corner, pop on a robe and come out when you're ready" begrudgingly, I did so, debating whether to run to the exit allowing him to keep the money.
I stripped behind a makeshift curtain. Fastening the belt of the gown, a pearly silk fine material, which felt like a blessing against my flesh.
As soon as I drew back the sheet he turned to me, stepping closer and closer his sights fixated on my hardly covered body. Curl on the corner of his mouth.
Slowly a hand extended towards me, which was taken with a tremor. His thumb traced my veins gently, soothingly. "Come on" He cooed, guiding me to three canvases, two placed on a covered floor, the other hung against the wall.
One we reached them he dropped his hold, "Take off the robe, and turn around" Irises soft and trustworthy.
I begged inwardly that he wouldn't judge me, please don't make fun of me, please. Pivoting as I pinched my eyes shut, carefully undoing the knot, letting the material glide off my shoulders with a gasp, chest hammering. Feeding off the salacious nature.
"Magnificent..." Hardly a whisper came from Draco. "Palms facing me"
Hissing at a glacial damp brushing tickled the skin, he laughed quietly "Should have warned you it was cold"
He continued once both hands were completed, he moved on to my backside, meticulous strokes drifting lower. "Sit down on the first canvas please" scuttling over with an uncomfortable squelch. He directed me how he envisioned, Palms facing out, fingers separated, body weight leaning on them as my ass touched the surface. Left leg is flat, the one he painted. Bending in front of me grasping the opposite ankle to colour the soles of my feet. Brows creased as he concentrated, perfecting with each flick of a wrist.
Captivating. Placing it done, I sat in that pose aware everything is open on show for him. Until he demanded I cautiously stand. Glancing back at the painting, I couldn't hold the smile in.
Warmth of a soaked cloth started me as he began washing off the paint before it dried, making it harder to remove. Drying me off after, he began with the second.
Relaxed for once, in the vessel of myself.
Draco's Pov.
Moving her into place our core temperatures contrasted as I touched her lightly, she is now stomach flat doused in purple, perched on her shins. Round peached ass waving in the air. Fuck how I want to my face in her, lap up each drop of arousal I know I'd make her produce.
Have her singing praises, calling out to the higher beings begging, begging for me.
Never have I been this invested in a client, I want - no, need her to see her beauty. The erotic, appealing structure of her sun kissed layers. Cock incredibly solid, thanking myself for choosing to wear loose trousers today otherwise it would be noticeable. Maybe I want that to gauge her reaction, I can see she is pure. Never been touched, tasted or appreciated. I'd appreciate the fuck out of her.
Insecure over her height? Preposterous, she is an Amazonian goddess, sheer architecture of her limbs is the chef's kiss. I've always proffered women closer to my own size, I'm a sucker for eye contact.
It's a kink if you will.
Plus, short women are exciting. It's just they are limited in their sexual positions and capabilities. Also, the neck cramp from crouching down is a bitch. I want them right there, nose to nose.
Cleaning her once more before the last vision. Although now it's going to have an unexpected twist.
"Almost done, you have been wonderful", She blushed at the praise. Good to know.
"Stand spine to the wall kitten and look at me nowhere else but me", dipping my palms into the palette. Lashes fluttering in confusion, tongue darting to wet parched lips. I swagged to lessen the distance. "This one's more hand on," I winked. Met with a blank expression.
"May I touch you, Devon?" Despite her paying for this it's about to get more explicit than she bargained for. Consent is key, in every circumstance.
"Y-yes, you may"
My breath fanned her face as I trailed a fingertip up her sternum watching as she took a deep intake of air. Mewling with devoir. As suspected, no ones showed her this before.
"Have you ever been touched", circling up and around the swell of her breast, her eyes following my every move. "No- no I haven't"
That makes my dick pulse knowing she is a blank image reading to be outlined by me.
"Shall I continue then - let me show you for priceless you are"
She moaned in response as I squeezed her boobs in sync using a thumb to stroke her hardening nipples. Purring vibrated from her throat.
We shouldn't be doing this. I should not be doing this.
But I am, and I will.
Keeping a firm hold on her chest, free hand venturing lower grazing her clit. She beamed with a sigh that's exactly what she needed.
"Is that where you need me hmmm? Needy, needy little one, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes, I'm needy for you" Growling with a fresh lit flame, pushing forward to capture her lips in a wanton kiss. Shocked at my advances she stilled before returning it.
Beginning to gather her juices on my fingertips I pushed a singular one into her opening, she whined moving onto her tiptoes backing further into the plaster board. Our mouths gaped causing the kiss to break, sharing oxygen as she moistened and squirmed. Guiding another digit through her walls I thrust back in harder, causing her to lurch and grasp my shoulders. Crimson shades tainting us both, "Fuck- you feel so good around me baby. Tight pretty thing" I smirked at her wordless answers, breath taken from my actions. As I curled inside her, twitching to reach that spot that'll drive her mad.
"P-please Draco" Just hearing my name roll off her tongue made my eyes roll as I felt the pre cum oozing from my tip. Pleading to drive into her oh so accommodating channel. "Please what kitty?"
"M-more"
"You want more, yeah? Patient precious, I've got-so-much-more-to give you" I muttered against her lips with each nudge. Inviting another finger to knock her over the edge of pleasure. The pain below my waist from desire is agonizing. This is about her making Devon understand her worth.
I'm ravenous as my movements bring her to rapture, tongue diving into her mouth exploring and feeling all of her.
Nails pinching the skin on my back as she bucks subconsciously against my hand swollen nub rubbing the heel. Feeling her faint flutters brings me awe.
"You're so close, I know it feels different. Accept it - let the feeling drown you", Devon squeals as I swallow it accepting each and every noise.
"I-I can't, I don't know..." Her figure writhed against me, as I stooped to suck a perked nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. "Draco, Draco..." Her pussy began shuddering, pining for gratification.
Moving up to her face again, foreheads merged, "Shhh, that's it ... Good girl, cum for me" She thrashed and screamed my name in melodic chants. Soaking my fingers, striving to give her the full orgasm as she melted in my arms. Humming praises to her as I stroked fallen locks back in place.
"How'd that feel?" I knew the answer, I could see it in front of me, but my ego needed to hear it. "F-fucking amazing" She huffed, holding me for support. Chuckling, I peck her sweaty forehead.
Feeling extra balsy in the moment, "Want to feel something even better?"
Meeting my eyes she chortles, choking out, "There's better?"
"To be precise, I have eight inches of better, just yours for the taking" Sparkling in delight she eyed me stopping at my bulge before hurriedly nodding.
"Get on your knees then and make it wet for me", unsure she lowered as I began to pull myself out of the confined slacks and briefs, skimming them down to my knees. Cock hanging heavy and weeping, as she licked her lips in anticipation for a taste. "Now, open your mouth and if you'll let me darling ill just take control. You don't have to do a thing, just breath through your nose ok?"
"O-ok Draco", those doe eyes, so innocent. Poor baby. Grasping the tendrils of her hair I guided myself into her mouth, inch by inch. Teasingly, until I couldn't take it. Ramming my cock in emitting a gag from her. "Relax your throat let me" Instantly she does just that. Tears are already streaming down her cheeks as I brush them. Hips rocking to a lustful rhythm.
Keep composed, this isn't the end game. Her cunt, that's the finishing line.
Groaning as her cheeks suck in, getting lost in the feeling. Prick twitching, I pull out fast.
"On your back over there" tipping my head to the tarp, one hand stroking as I watch her crawl then take her place. To her surprise I let go of my length for a moment, picking up a tin of autumn orange, daring to chuck the contents over her laying body.
She gasped as it collided with her already blotched skin creating new colours as they mix, getting down to strive between her thighs. "This might hurt, I promise it'll feel so good though I can assure you"
"I-i don't know - I've never" silenced her with a kiss to take away the doubt, I'd never harm her intentionally, that's not my way of doing things.
"It's ok - alright we don't have to" Reassuring her there's no pressure, we don't have to do this. It can stop here. I wouldn't be mad.
"I want to..." She pleads. Her tone is strong
and sure.
"Are you on something? I don't have a condom; this never usually happens" we snicker together. As she sits up to be the one engulfing me with affection.
"No, it's ok just -just pull out" Nodding, I kiss down her torso lips avoiding the pool liquid.
Guiding my tip to her slit, sliding it up and down to get ready for her. Tenderly touched her hip to keep her in place, asking again for consent. Before pushing in, her face contorts as she winces, halting to allow Devon to adjust, keeping that same strategy until I bottom out.
"Holy shit, you feel amazing"
"I-its hurt" Leaning in I peppered kisses all over her letting her know its ok. "Do you want me to pull out?"
Silently she pondered for a second or two, "The pain will stop? I-I'm worried ill bleed" controlling the sexual demon wanting to release closing my eyes, the thought of her blood covering me makes me carnal. A real show that I was the one taking her purity. And she is willingly allowing it.
"Beautiful, sweet girl" running my nose up her jaw line ghosting if a touch. "I'm going to make you feel out of this world"
"Ok, I believe you, y-you can move now"
Boy did I rutting with passion and purpose into her sheathing her neck with my hand. Pained look on her expression was gone, just lust left. Stunning, absolutely stunning, she is.
Grinding my hips for our pelvis touches, handful on her ass as I sit back on my haunches, luscious legs slung over my shoulders. Lips tucked in her teeth holding back her cries. Plucking it out with my thumb and forefinger tutting, "Be loud, scream for me Devon. Bleed for me" .
Hues blacken as I groan fuck these feelings intense, she needs to come again for me, I'm reaching the end.
Dropping a thumb to her clit figure eights with light pressure, yielding from my rancour invasion. Droplets forming on my temple, burly shoulders. Our heights match but she looks petite under my dense stature.
Damned delight echos from the leggy brunette motivating me to strive harder. Fuck her to delirium, "cum for me baby, let me feel it please-oh fuck" Pulling out flipping her with ease onto her stomach, adjusting her hips to angle up I re-enter her sopping pussy. This position allows me to plumet deeper, receive more friction. Balls slapping as I hold her face down. 
Her body writhed and convulsed, fluttering and gushing I can't control myself the animalistic need to paint her walls "I-ahh I'm gonna cum Dev"
"Pull-pull out please" She looks like she would be a great mother maybe one spill wouldn't hurt "Draco..."
Not today, Gasping as I remove myself rolling her back spine to the floor, yanking fast to reach my ecstasy, ropes of cum merging with the painting drying to her. Now that's a work of art.
Scrambling on buckled knees to reach my camera, "Lay still, you look fucking holy like this", She didn't protest, all fucked out and sleepy. Clicking twice I got what I needed.
Her hues twinkled and I knew she craved more, reaching for my phone I dialled never breaking eye contact as she sat up, "Kelly, cancel the rest of my appointments and call the car round for me. Thanks love" 
"Are you going somewhere Draco?"
"Yes, and you're coming with me. My muse"
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