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Hiii sorry about the little reblog spam i just had of your blog, i hope you don’t mind!

I absolutely do not mind one bit it is in fact incredibly validating.

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Welcome to Hell | Vox x Alastor’s Child— OATSH

Summary: You died and fell in hell. You saw people you hadn’t seen in years. You were shocked but not in a bad way. What you didn’t know was that while you had died, you had left a certain show host alone and he did not do well working alone.

All you felt was pain but pain was nothing new for you. What was new was that it was all encompassing. Every movement, every blink, every breath hurt. You heard someone say something. You heard a lot of noise.

There were sirens. More people talking. Then nothing.

The next morning, a show host looked down at his script in disbelief. “Yesterday, March 27th at 1:34 pm, famous author and daughter of the deceased radio show host and serial killer Alastor, was pronounced dead,” he said, voice not as strong as it normally was and filled with true, sincere grief instead of the faux sadness he would normally put on. “Known to the world for her resilience, known to her community for her theatrics and kindness, known to myself as a friend. The world will miss you. Now if you’ll excuse us for a brief intermission.”

He stood up from his seat and walked off set.

“I’m so sorry, we thought you knew because of—“

“Call Travis to continue. I’ll be gone for the rest of the week,” he said, slamming the door of the studio.

The pain wasn’t all encompassing when you opened your eyes. No, instead it was focused on your knees and the palms of your hands.

Speaking of your hands, why were you nails sharper and black?

You pulled yourself up and immediately took a step back when you saw someone cross the street. Someone or something with fur, horns, wings, and multiple eyes. You watched them walk past, trying to not draw attention to yourself while also not cowering.

You weren’t scared, after all, and cowering would only give that appearance. You were confused.

You walked down the street. Your heels clacked as you walked. Long strides, head up, slightest hint of a smile, eyes wondering lazily but not darting.

Glancing back down at your hands, you didn’t understand why your fingernails were more like claws and black. You flexed your fingers while you took stock of the rest of yourself.

Clothes were still on. You felt like you were higher than usual. Your torso, arms, and legs were. . . You rolled your ankle. Your foot felt different.

Okay, that’s odd.

You ran your fingers across your face. It felt the same. Your arms stretched above your head. You felt something. . . furry? Your ears twitched. You knew they were your ears but why did the furry thing move with it? Why were your ears higher on your head?

You slowly breathed in and then out, trying to calm yourself. However, your tongue hit the back of your teeth and they were pointed, sharp. You felt even more unnerved.

Then something brushed against your pants. You spun around in a circle. No one was behind you but it was still there.

Suddenly you realized it was attached to you and you felt yourself begin to panic. Curiosity gone.

“Oh, dear, you look lost as a lamb,” a strong Boston-like accent said. “I’ve got a couple minutes to spare. Where are you going? Maybe I can point you in the right direction.”

You turned to the source of the voice and were met with a tall woman in a burgundy dress. What stood out about her wasn’t her vintage attire. No, instead it was her pale grey skin, white hair, black eyes, and sharp teeth.

You smiled on instinct. “Why I’m not sure,” you told her.

She squinted her eyes at you and leaned close to you. You leaned back without taking a step, merely moving your torso.

“Ah, you’re new,” she said. “Come, come, I’ll give you the run down of this old place and get you something to eat. Fresh as you are, you must be starved.”

She started walking. You hung back for a moment.

“Unless of course, you’d prefer to learn the ropes yourself from the more unsavory times than me.” As if on queue gunshots rang out in the air.

You followed behind her.

“We’re gonna go to my district. You’ll be safe there for the time being,” she said.

“And where exactly are we now?” you asked, keeping a respectable distance between you and this woman for the time.

“Oh, silly me,” the woman said. “I forgot to introduce myself and this place. First thing’s first, my name is Rosie and welcome to your first day in Hell, sweetheart.”

You stopped walking for a moment. Pausing to take in the information.

“Are you alright, dear?” Rosie asked, her tone now less joyous and more concerned.

You shook your head to clear it. “Yes, I— Please, continue.”

“Alrighty then! From what I hear, here’s not so different from topside so you’ll probably get the hang of things real quick,” she began and continued to explain things as she walked you to a place that was far more well kept than any other place.

A sigh caught your attention. An eye and two words on it, “Cannibal Town.”

This is where Rosie seemed to be getting positive attention. She waved to people and stopped to introduce you to several. You felt yourself relax a bit though you didn’t allow your guard to slip.

The people here looked closer to normal. The setting was somewhat familiar. At least nothing was on fire. Then there was—

Wait a moment.

Your eyes zoned in on a woman. Short, curvy, blonde hair, dressed in a flapper dress with bright makeup. It couldn’t be. She caught your eye and hers widened. Apparently it was.

“Oh my stars! Is that who I think it is?” It definitely was. “Rosie, ya might wanna keep your hands off of this one when it comes to a deal, sugar.”

Rosie looked at her interested and intrigued but said nothing as she pulled you in for a hug. “You may be all grown up now but I’d recognize those features anywhere. You’re a damn near clone of your ma and pa. You do remember me right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I go by Mimzy now but don’t think that means I’ve been changed much,” she said. “Come on, let Momma Mimzy take care of ya for a minute. I’ve got a meetin’ with your daddy this evening.”

“Let me rearrange a few things and I’ll come with you,” Rosie said. “You’ve got me intrigued.”

“How about you meet us at my club? That’s where Alastor’s meeting me anyway. I was just here to find some quality deer to bribe him but I don’t think I’ll be needing that anymore,” Mimzy said with a laugh.

Rosie’s eyes lit up. “Alastor? So this is. . . I feel silly for not seeing it before. It’s plain as day.”

“I know, I know,” Mimzy said, waving her off with one hand and using the other to drag you along, like you were once again a child. “So watcha been up too?”

“I— Daddy’s here?” Oh, dear lord, you were talking like a child now too but you couldn’t help it. It was the only thing you ever called your father when he was alive. You’d only switched to calling him your father when you’d realized people wouldn’t take you seriously otherwise. That’s also when you started adopting a fake accent full time instead of as a party trick and you could feel that slipping as well.

“Where’d you think he’d end up with all that killing, hon? Heaven? Ha! He’d die a second time before he let that happen,” she said. “No, no, no. Of course he’s here. He never did tell me how he died though.”

“He got shot,” you told her on autopilot.

“Ah, that’s why he’s got the X on his forehead. I had my suspicions but can’t be sure about these things with Alastor,” Mimzy told you. She paused for a moment, “Well, if you’re not gonna talk, I will.”

Thus began her story of everything that had happened to her since she died. You knew better than to take everything at face value. Even with two decades without seeing her, you remembered how she loved to over exaggerate her success and under sell her mishaps. Granted you didn’t listen to most of what she said. You were too busy taking in everything that happened to you in the last twenty-four hours.

That’s how you ended up sitting at a table while Mimzy ran around the club unable to sit still for too long without yapping and having realized you weren’t listening. You had a glass of whiskey in front of you. Untouched save for your finger absentmindedly circling the rim.

A gentle hand touched your arm. You looked up and saw Rosie. Her gentle, warm smile settled something inside you just a bit.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said. “It’s quieter up there.”

You nodded and followed her like the lost lamb she’d called your earlier today.

The couch was softer than the wooden chairs downstairs. Rosie turned on the radio and soft jazz omitted from it.

For a moment you let your mind wander to your childhood. Jazz playing in the background as the smell of food cooking filled the house and you and your father were in the living area. The floor cleared as he took your little hands in his and slowed his movements to something you could keep up to even if it meant it was off beat.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows but nothing ever was. He let you learn the hard way most of the time but patched you up as soon you got hurt. There were times near the end, where you yelled at him and he gave no reaction, not a single flinch even when the door slammed. Still, you cleaned the blood from his clothes when he worked late or was out for a kill or a party and he spoiled you with things you’d asked for weeks or even months ago and had already forgotten about.

The door creaked as it opened. The sound of people talking flooded the room. Only one mattered.

“. . . you so sure I’ll help you.”

“Trust me, Alastor. This is a surprise you’re gonna love,” Mimzy said as she walked one the room.

“Good evening, Rosie,” Alastor said as he followed Mimzy. Rosie waved in reply, her eyes flickering over to you. Alastor followed her gaze.

He looked almost exactly how you remembered him. His skin was grey now, his hair red and black and a bit longer, there were ears and antlers on the top of his head, and his eyes were red. However, he was still your father.

“Hello, my dear, to what do I—“

His brows furrowed but his coffee stained teeth remained frozen in a smile. He lowered himself, bending at the hips, to level his head with yours.

“Do I know you?” he asked sincerely.

You inhaled shakily. “Daddy.” You pulled him down into a hug.

He placed one hand on the couch to steady himself as the other wrapped around you. He pulled you closer to him and moved you so you were sitting on his lap as he sat in the couch.

Alastor drew your head closer to him, almost hiding you in the crook of his neck. He rested his own head against yours.

“Mimzy, darling, you do have yourself a deal,” Alastor said as he continued to try to pull you as close to himself as possible and you did the same.

Alastor took you home with him. He filled a closet with clothing Rosie readily supplied and promised to take you shopping for things as soon as he could.

You went to take a shower at Alastor’s own request. He insisted you smelled “too much like the living world” and that in and of itself was a vulnerability.

Entering the bathroom, you caught site of yourself in the mirror almost immediately. You looked different but you’d already assumed that to some degree. You already knew your nails were black and your ears were in a different space.

What you hadn’t expected were large fox ears attached to your head and a tail flicking behind you. Your hair matched your ears in color, a soft white turning into a soft purple. Your eyes are completely black. You undressed and saw your feet. Your legs transformed into something fuzzy as your feet were now paws.

You were truly in hell then. Why was that the least shocking part of your day? Why instead was the thing you couldn’t comprehend was that you were reunited with your father?

It wasn’t raining. Of course, it wasn’t raining. This wasn’t some television program but it’d be so much easier if it was.

He placed an iris on the fresh grave. They were a flower you said reminded you of your true home. Maybe it’d give you comfort wherever you were.

To avoid another cliche he turned around and left so he collapsed in his car and not on your grave site.

There was so much he should have done, should have said to show you just how much he really cared. You didn’t know. You didn’t know how much he adored you.

He should have gone home. He knew he should just go home and rest and cry some more. It would do no one any good to catch a famous man drowning in his cups but he couldn’t help it.

He went to work a week later and if people noticed the show host persona fell immediately after the cameras stopped rolling they didn’t mention it. If they noticed him get more callous no one said anything. If they noticed he poured himself into work and went from just a show host to one of the top business men in television, well, they praised him for it.

#hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader #one author two show hosts

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Just One Look

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

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You sit against the wall, perched in a nest of textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Jensen's small bed has become HQ for your operation; cramming for final exams until your head splits.

You flutter back and forth, jotting down notes, scrolling through articles on the screen, furrowing your brow until your head hurts. You're encased in your fastidious fit as the door opens, barely breaking through the shell of your focus. It isn't until Jensen says your name that you manage to tear yourself away.

"Hey," you smile at him as the smell of caramel fills the room, two tall cups in a cardboard tray in his hand, "what's all this?"

"I told you. Recharge time," he grins, "and a few extra goodies."

He wiggles free one cup and hands it over, then takes one of the paper bags and sets in beside your laptop.

"Ugh, I'm gonna be so fat," you bemoan, not really bothered by the extra sugar.

"Me too," he sits on the edge of the bed, "so, how's it going? Are you an expert yet?"

"Shut up," you stick your tongue out, "you and your photographic memory."

"Hey, the lord blessed me in many ways," he winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Oh my god, you're a dweeb."

"Well, I was talking about you," he smirks, "but also yes, there is a lot of Jensen to go around."

"Right," you roll your eyes and giggle, "stop trying to distract me."

"I'm not distracting you, I'm teasing you. The difference is that while you're sitting there trying to focus on English Lit or whatever dead guy you're reading about, you're fighting not to think about what's in my jeans--"

You grab your copy of Wuthering Heights and throw it at him. He deflects it as he stands, cackling as you feel your cheeks burning. He barely keeps from dribbling coffee down himself as he strikes a pose.

"So shirt on or off."

"Really! I don't have time for this, Jen."

"Ah, come on, we both know you're gonna ace this shit," he flexes his chest, giving it a look as he watches his tee strain, "and I mean... I'm into the whole bookworm thing you got going on right now."

"Stop!" You shout.

"Alright, alright," he relents, showing a palm as he takes another gulp, "I'll wait... I've waited this long."

"I'm sorry, Jake," you sit back and peel away the plastic tab on the lid, "I'm not meaning to... make you wait. It's just I've been so busy and tired and stressed and--"

"I'm not complaining. Waiting makes the heart grow fonder. That's Dickens, right?"

"I think it's a proverb but I don't know," you shrug, "still, it's not that I don't want to... do stuff it's... I'm... nervous."

He looks down and arches a brow, "heh, me too. I know I talk a big game but, yeah."

"Let's just let it happen whenever it does... oh, did I mention, I'm staying on campus for the holiday. Trip home is too expensive."

"Really? That's great."

"Great?" You wonder.

"Yeah, I didn't feel much like seeing my dad, anyway. He just likes to ask me why I didn't get a football scholarship. And the divorce is a bit intense."

"You don't have to stay for me--"

"Nah, really, you're giving me a solid excuse," he pulls up the rolling chair from his desk and sits, "and I mean, I can't think of a better way to enjoy my time off."

"Uh, yeah, awesome," you smile, pushing your shoulders up bashfully, "well, if I even make it through exams."

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Your nerves swirl in your stomach. It's not just your usual pre-exam jitters, but the prospect of seeing Steve --Professor Rogers, after your last encounter. You keep your chin tucked down as you join the queue waiting outside the exam room, hugging your purse strap as you sway back and forth.

Rogers appears down the hall, greeting students by name, as he struts down to unlock the room and props the door open. You wait until a few others part from the wall to join the building wave of bodies shuffling inside. As you pass the professor, he sniffs, almost a tut, as if to deride you in particular.

You leave your bag along the front and find a seat along one of the curved rows. The professor waits for the clock to run out as he hands out the examinations, row by row, then starts the usual explanation of the rules, time limit, et cetera. You fidget in your seat, passing down the stack of papers for the next person to take one. You just want this to be done with.

As Professor Rogers calls for you to begin, you put your head down and flip the front page. You're ready. Your confidence in the material isn't undercut by the controversy. You won't let it.

Your hand hurts with the tightness of your endless scrawl. Short answer, then the big essay. The hall is silent and thick with the tension of students sighing and yawning over their finals.

You stop to think about your final argument and lift your head without thinking. You scrunch your brow and nose as you try to untangle the words in your head and your eyes meet Rogers'. You're shaken by the intensity of his stare. He doesn't move, he doesn't look away, his attention bores into you and has you cowering over the paper.

Fuck. He's definitely still upset. Well, so are you. He screwed you out of an income. You just hope you hear back from the tea shop about your resume. It's your last hope outside of commuting to the nearest McDonalds to sling burgers.

You shake it off, or try to. You finish the last portion of the essay but don't get up right away. You don't want to be the first to leave. You also don't want to walk up to Rogers alone.

So you wait, pretending to read over your booklet until you send a shadow rise from down the next row. You watch patiently. The first inspires a second and you get up, sidling down to the aisle to follow the trickle of students. You approach Rogers and hold out your booklet. He stares at it a moment before he takes it and flips to the first page, reading the first question.

He finally looks up as you start to back away, "good luck."

His words hang in the air and you flinch. The stone in his eyes crushes you. There's something in them, a promise, a threat. You back up and turn, fighting to stay calm as you reclaim your bag from against the wall.

At least it's over.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #professor au #professor!steve #one #marvel #mcu #captain america

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↳ Index [Snippet #34 - Creampies & Fishnets]

"When you breed Jungkook in fishnets."

Pairing: Tattooist!Jungkook x Restaurant Owner!Reader

Genre: Porn haha, some domestic Fluff in the beginning

Warnings: bratty sub!Jungkook who turns good boy in the end, hard dom!Reader, sadism & masochism, degradation (she calls him slut, whore, bitch, cumhole), praise (she calls him good boy, her baby & puppy too), rough pegging, Jungkook is so vocal omfg, he loves talking back to get a lil punishment :), dirty talk, leather kink, tattoo & piercing kink, Jungkook wears make up and has his nails painted 🥴, he wears fishnets, primal play (she chases him & he has to escape), slight strength kink, huge squirting dildos, spanking, flogging, CBT, hair pulling, handjobs, rimjob, lube, anal fingering, use of glass anal toys, buttplugs, some nipple play, he has sensitive pierced nipples, orgasm torture, edging & forced orgasm, prostate milking, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), subby boy!tears, Jungkook is such a size king, breeding with so much fake cum, creampies, the fluffiest aftercare!!, they love each other so much :(

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: at this point I'm just incredibly bi for both of them. I also wanna state that I have zero tattoos, but this couple makes me wanna get some hahaha. I also want to state that this stems from my horniest desires, this is pure jerk off porn holy fuck. I have to take a walk now, have fun besties 🏃🏻‍♀️🧡

"Ah fuck, I messed up again. Stop moving so much", you grumble at him, reaching for the cotton swap.

"I'm not moving", Jungkook defends himself, watching as you soak the cotton with the nail polish remover to fix the mistake you made on his ring finger. 

"Yeah, you are. Each time you sing, you move your hand", you murmur, working precisely to clean around the edges of his polished nail.

Deep black with a glossy finish. It compliments his tattoos spanning all the way from his fingers up to his shoulder blades. 

"Oh? Now I'm not even allowed to sing?" Jungkook laughs.

"Not until I'm done."

He clicks his tongue, "mean."

"It's just one more nail babe, you'll manage."

You are sitting on the living room floor, having turned your coffee table into your makeshift nail art studio. The bluetooth speakers, which Jungkook installed throughout the house, are playing your favourite getting-ready-playlist, lifting your mood by a hundred.

Jimin and Yoongi asked the entire gang to come to a leather party in the neighboring town's most popular kink club and of course you and your husband agreed instantly. Leather was entirely your thing. Mix that with a chance to see your friends, an opportunity to dress up and an excuse to get out your prettiest gear and you two are at the front of the queue. Hoseok and Tashyung promised to pick you up on their way and told Seokjin that he can drive with them too. Jimin and Yoongi will pick up Namjoon later, who currently celebrates his well-deserved single life. The group chat has been busy the entire day and excitement for the party was grande.

"Jungkook!" you exclaim.

"What I do?" he gasps, widening his eyes in an innocent way (he knows that he isn’t innocent, but loves to act as if he was).

"Dancing isn’t better, you doofus", you complain, wiping off the huge plop of polish you left on his pinky finger. 

"You gotta tell me that", he says, earning himself a roll of your eyes. 

"I sometimes can’t believe you", you murmur, "there, all done." 

Jungkook pulls his hands from the table, examining them with his fingers stretched out. You close the polish in the meantime.

"Wow", he says, voice slightly pitched in honest awe, "they look so beautiful", he lowers his hands, "thank you so much, my love. I love them so much."

He wanted to reach for you and kiss you, but you flinched back.

"Careful, you'll ruin them. You gotta let them dry."

He sacks his shoulders, pouting so incredibly sadly. 

"But kissies", he murmurs.

You lean forward and smooch his lips. 

"Better?"

"Ye", he says with the goofiest grin ever. 

You pinch his chin and stand up.

"Imma make a pre party snack now. I'm too old to drink on an empty stomach. Want something too?"

"Yes, please."

You and Jungkook thankfully started early enough with your preparations to feel no ounce of stress right now. Quite frankly, your entire day was planned out with party preparations. A good workout in the morning to make your bodies really pop (Jungkook’s words not yours). Then after a shower and hair wash, Jungkook painted your nails a dark black and while you let it dry, made breakfast. If one was worrying. Bam was staying with your parents tonight. Jungkook and you drove him to them after your nails dried, staying for a glass of orange juice fresh from the oranges of their tree. Your parents have really been making an effort ever since you moved back home and while the start was a little rocky, you really love that spending time with them feels like it did when you were a child again. They loved Jungkook as if he was their own son and loved Bam as if he was their grandson, having agreed to watch your little puppy without hesitation. After coming home from your parents and some free time, which you spent cleaning the house because you both love coming home to a clean house after a night out, you painted Jungkook’s nails, now preparing both of you a quick late afternoon snack.

"I hope you like toast. I thought some carbs are the perfect base", you tell him, already munching on your buttered toast.

"I love it, thank you baby", Jungkook says, opening his mouth so you could feed it to him.

You clean up the kitchen and your impromptu nail salon after finishing your snacks. By the time you finished, Jungkook’s nails have already dried enough that he can safely handle things. 

You find him in your bedroom, looking through the closet. 

"What's your vision?" you ask him.

"I'm thinking slutty husband", he says, making you snort. 

"You wanna identify as a husband?" 

He looks over his shoulder, studying you from head to toe 

"Yeah? Why?" 

You shrug your shoulders, "just thought you'd go with something like slutty biker who gets his dick wet each night." 

"Ooh I like the way you think, that does sound like me. What's your vision, babe?"

You join him by the closet, opening the drawer with your leather gear. 

"I was thinking super hot leather babe with great tits."

Jungkook chuckles, "that does sound like you", he mumbles mindlessly, flicking through his leather pants collection in search of that one distinct pair. It sits the lowest it can get and emphasises his ass and crotch maddeningly well whilst showing off his happy trail. Jungkook pulls it out of the drawer, taking a pair of tightly knotted fishnets with them. Black of course. 

He throws them both on the bed and then moves on to picking out the perfect shirt. There are three options for him. A leather chest harness which accentuates his muscles, a fishnet turtleneck and a body tight crop top without sleeves. He shows you all three options, posing in his briefs and white toe socks, which for some reason he pulled up all the way. 

"Crop top, no doubt", you tell him, "that shirt with those pants? Honey, you’re gonna get fucked tonight", you say.

"Message received, crop top it is", he says, putting the other clothes away again, "now jewellery. Imma change my piercings too. Need the ones you can see through the shirt. And my ears too? I think yeah", he is talking to himself and so you stop listening to concentrate on your own outfit instead. 

You decide to go with leather pants as well, combining them with a black mesh crop top that really shows off all the tattoos you have collected over the years with Jungkook. You really love showing them off, because most of them your husband did and you are so proud of all his work. 

"Two more hours babe, Imma start doing my makeup", you let him know on your way to the bathroom.

Jungkook, who is in the middle of changing out his nipple piercings, looks up.

"Okay, thanks for telling me the time", he says, returning to his task.

He joins you in the bathroom ten minutes later. 

"Piercings successfully changed?" you ask him.

"Yup. Watcha think?"

He exchanged his silver eyebrow piercing for a black steel one, matching his earrings as well. His lip ring he kept intact, but he exchanged his barbell nipple piercings for heavy rings so they would really show up under the shirt. 

"You look so good. Shit, I forgot how sexy those rings look", you say, eyes lingering on his chest 

"Yeah right?" he rubs his hands under them, "I'm not used to how heavy they are. My nips are gonna be hypersensitive, I'm telling you."

"Hot, can’t wait to play with them", you tease, ignoring the longing gaze he sends your way to instead finish applying your skin care. 

"You're gonna give me a boner if you keep talking like that", he whines, cracking you up.

"Sorry boo, I’ll tone it down."

"No, no continue I like it", he assures you and opens his cabinet to finally begin prepping his face as well. 

With thirty minutes to spare before Hoseok arrives, both of you finally finish your make-up looks. You went for smokey eyes and glossy lips. Jungkook went for a smudged eye look and red tainted lips. You both also went for sparkly highlighter, which you helped apply for each other. 

It gives you just enough time to finish your looks until they were both perfect and you looked like two sexgods (Jungkook’s words not yours). You also somehow matched without actually initially planning to. But even if you hadn’t matched, people would have known you two belong together. There was just something in your energy and vibe that showed that you two were an inseparable team. 

You insisted on snapping a few pictures in front of the mirror and Jungkook agreed passionately. So you spent the entire remaining ten minutes taking photos, dancing to your favourite songs and almost making out atop the bed. 

You probably would have ended up making out, if Hoseok hadn’t rang your phone, informing you that they were there. You then grabbed your money and finally left for the night. 

"You guys look so hot what the hell?" Hoseok greets you, looking like a leather god himself in his harness and tight pants.

"You look hot too, like damn" you tell him, "you too Tae, you look like a slut."

"Well thank you, that was my plan. I wanna get fucked tonight", he says, showing off his legs in the tiniest booty shorts known to mankind and a lowcut shirt over which he threw on a jacket.

You pick up Seokjin at his house, complimenting him on his scorchingly hot leather look. Longarm shirt and pants. It fit his shoulders so well. And then you are cruising down the coastline with loud music blasting in the radio and the mood being amazing. 

You meet the rest of your gang in front of the club. Jimin decided to not wear a shirt at all while Yoongi went for a leather vest with a newsboy hat look. Namjoon chose leather pants and a jacket, having mousse in his hair.

"Whore you look amazing", you greet Jimin.

"Bitch you don’t talk, you are such a slut", Jimin greets you, taking you into a tight hug, "I'd fuck you if I were straight."

"Well thank you", you laugh, breaking out of the hug to greet the others with a hug as well.

"You look so hot Joon. I see someone’s trying to get over that bitch", you say.

"Yeah, totally. She was the biggest mistake in my life, no joke", Namjoon says, "gotta make sure to replace those memories with actual good ones. I mean, she couldn’t even fuck for shit."

"I never liked her", Yoongi says.

"Me neither, I thought her breath always stank. I could even smell it through pictures", Taehyung agrees.

"Yeah totally", Hoseok says, nodding his head.

"You're better off single", Seokjin says.

"Totally", Jungkook nods his head.

No, the break up was not recently. His ex just turned out to be complete and utter human garbage. He deserves to hate and you are all ready to support him like the family you were.

"I hope you get laid tonight, hun", you say, patting Namjoon's arm before stepping back and tugging Jungkook close to you by his exposed waist, "you ready to party?"

"So ready, let's go", Seokjin says.

"Are you gonna end up sitting in a corner and playing mobile games again?" Jimin asks him teasingly, slinging an arm around him.

"No? What the hell? I never do that?" Seokjin complains with red ears, which means he was very much planning on doing so. And he will, but he will assure you that he was having a great time with little waves and smiles at the rest of you as you were grinding on the dance floor. 

Namjoon will also be very successful in his task of getting laid, having to leave the party early with a beautiful woman by his side. 

Taehyung will be successful too, except that he won't be leaving the party but will engage in it in the VIP area just up the stairs. 

"They’re all having so much fun", Jungkook rasps against your neck. He is as close as the situation allows, lipstick smeared and eyeshadow smudged even more. His eyelids are heavy in sex, his hair is soaked in sweat. 

"Whatcha mean?" you ask him. You have your head rested against his chest, enjoying the electrifying feeling of having Jungkook’s strong hands on your hips as his tattooed arms are slung around you from behind.

"I can see Tae give it doggy from here", Jungkook rasps, "I wanna fucking rail you doggy too", he adds with his parted lips pressed against your ear.

You grind back into him, moaning needily. The music drowns out everything either way. Besides, nobody would care if you fucked right here and there, you wouldn’t be the only ones. 

"Seokjin’s having fun too, look", Jungkook speaks.

He is talking to someone, sharing drinks.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"Maybe how hard your cock is?" 

Jungkook chuckles deeply, "fuck baby", he growls playfully, dragging his nose up and down the side of your neck, "you're so fucking sexy, can't help it."

You turn, hooking your arms behind his neck. Jungkook pulls your hips snug against his instantly. Next to you, Yoongi is currently fighting off Jimin slipping his hand down his pants.

"I need you so bad." and "not here, I’m shy", you hear something along that line and then the music drowns them out again.

Jungkook looks so fucking sexy under those lights. Reds and pinks and purples, all hazy because of the smoke and distorted by the people around you. 

It compliments Jungkook’s skin so well.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you", you say, gripping his face harshly just so you can kiss.

Jungkook moans lewdly, biting down on your lower lip playfully. It makes you hiss and pull back just enough that you can stare at him. He is smirking. 

"I need you like crazy", he rasps.

You move closer, lips brushing against his', "and I wanna breed you like an animal."

Jungkook widens his eyes in genuine surprise.

"Damn babe", another genuine reaction.

"I'm serious, I want you bent over, ass bred and mind complacent."

"Shit baby, what the hell?" Jungkook laughs, squeezing your hips, "what's gotten into you?"

"You. Also, I drank a shot of tequila with Hobi when you were gone taking a piss."

Jungkook sneaks a glance at the latter, who is currently busy chatting up a very obvious leather daddy. He shifts his eyes back to you, gulping at how heavy they look in arousal.

"Wanna call a cab and dip?"

"Yes."

After saying your goodbyes to everyone except Taehyung as he was busy otherwise, you and Jungkook manage to snatch a cab back home.

You spent the entire ride home groping Jungkook’s body and slathering his neck in needy kisses. You also spent an unhealthy amount of fumbling with the hem of his fishnets which he pulled up his waist far enough so that it would peek out of his pants and accentuate his happy trail even more.

"I wanna rip that off of you", you whisper into his ear, "it's driving me crazy."

You try to slip your hand inside, needing nothing more than to play with his hair.

"Babe wait", Jungkook stops you in a quiet chuckle, "the cab driver."

You sneak a glance at the driver, dropping your head on Jungkook’s shoulder with a defeated groan.

Your manners last two minutes and then you start fumbling again, tracing Jungkook’s abs. His skin feels so sticky from dancing, now ice cold from being exposed in the fresh air for too long. But every touch you leave, returns some of that heat, riling Jungkook up even if he doesn’t let it show for the sake of the cab driver. 

"I wanna play your body like it's my favourite game", you rasp against his neck, "hear me? I won’t stop until I'm a pro at it." 

Jungkook tilts his head, kissing your forehead, "of course baby", he says lovingly.

He almost moans when you abandon his abs to instead rub his nipples over his terribly thin shirt. Not that the thickness of the fabric would have any difference. Just like Jungkook figured, the big rings made his nipples hypersensitive. Your messy, yet incredibly good touch goes straight to his cock. Everything stopping his cock from ripping through the seams, is Jungkook’s hand on it, squeezing it as tightly as possible to stop the blood flow.

"We're not alone", he whispers shakily, forcing his body to stay still.

"I need your nips in my mouth, baby", you rasp, "all swollen and hard from having to carry those big rings. I need them against my tongue."

Jungkook exhales shakily, "fucking shit", he whispers under his breath, tilting his hear back for a second to gain control again. He lifts it.

"Sorry Sir, but how long still?" he asks the cab driver.

"Five minutes Sir", he answers him and turns the music back up again.

"Okay, thank you", Jungkook turns to you, "five minutes, please baby."

"I can't wait any longer, I need you", you say, trying to slip your hand under his shirt. 

Jungkook grabs your wrist and pins it against his tummy.

"Five minutes, please", he says sternly.

"So uncool", you murmur, gazing at his lips. 

The cab driver lets you out in front of your house, driving off quickly.

You turn to Jungkook now that you are alone, gripping him by his dainty waist to pull him close.

"Babe wait", Jungkook stumbles with a laugh, finding support on your shoulders.

"Shut up and kiss me", you hiss, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

"Mhmbaby", he murmurs, almost falling over his own feet as you not only kiss him like crazy, you also push him closer to your front door, guiding the way without looking. It is a dangerous game you're playing, but you can’t stop.

All night long, you had to watch Jungkook dance and laugh and sing. All night long, you had to stare at his scorchingly hot legs in those tight leather pants and his well-groomed bush and that dainty waist of his' hugged by fishnets. All night long, you had to look at his messy makeup and feel his painted fingernails swirl over your skin and you have had enough. You need him like lungs need air and fins need water. 

The kiss breaks because looking for the keys is impossible. Jungkook fumbles with them, trying and failing to flee from you grinding yourself into him.

"Give me a minute baby, I can’t open the door like that", he chuckles.

"Hurry up, will you?"

"I'm trying. It’s hard when you’re humping me."

The door clicks and opens.

You rip it open for him and seconds later push him inside just so you can kick the door closed behind you and pin Jungkook against the dresser in your hallway. 

"Wait you-" he gets silenced by your lips, mewling into the sloppy kiss instead while you bend his body over that uncomfortable dresser. 

You have your knee between his legs, rubbing his cock and balls with such vigour he wonders if you want him to completely crumble here and now. 

"Ah please", he moans breathily, knees buckling and fingers gripping your thigh, "give me a minute to take off my boots."

You give him a growl as an answer, stepping back. You take off your own shoes in the meantime, discarding them in the middle of the walkway because you can’t be bothered to waste time.

Jungkook uses the opportunity to flee out of the entryway, getting chased by you all the way to your hallway leading upstairs. 

You grab his waist.

"Wait", he squeaks in a shy chuckle, squirming in your hold.

You twirl him.

"Baby wait", he laughs.

"What?" you ask, "why are you acting like that?" 

"Why are you acting like that?" 

"Because you- urgh" you press him against the railing harshly, knocking a needy moan out of him, "you fucking annoy the living shit outta me. How dare you flaunt your slutty little waist and your whore thighs all night long. You are such a slut, you fucking anger me", you growl, feeling him up hungrily.

"Jesus fucking Christ", Jungkook gasps, eyes comically big, "you're crazy."

"Yeah, crazy for you. I want you on my strap. Now."

"Okay, okay wait", Jungkook laughs, fighting off your hands trying to open his pants, "wait a minute, wait."

"Jungkook please", you whine, falling against him in a defeated manner, "pleasee let me fuck you open. Please I'm begging you, I need to fuck you. That’s all I need." 

Jungkook chuckles, "I didn’t say no, just give me a minute."

"No minutes, I need you now", you say, trying to kiss him again. 

He stops you with his fingers squishing your cheeks.

"I'm sweaty, sticky and stinky. I need a shower", he says.

"You don’t stink, you smell like sex", you whine, "let me smell you", you add, fighting his hold for a sniff of his neck. 

He lets you, laughing loudly when you do the most intense and honest nose breathe he has ever heard you do.

"Urgh yeah", you say in a deep voice, "I need this fucking packaged, you smell so fucking good." 

"Fine", he chuckles, "fine, then at least let me clean out. I don’t feel comfortable without cleaning out." 

You inhale again, grinding into him in a defeated, almost stubborn manner.

"Fine", you give in, "I want you to feel comfy. Go clean your ass, urgh stupid cleaning out, I just want your ass now. Why did nature make it dirty?" 

"Yeah big mood", Jungkook pecks your cheek, "give me twenty." 

"You get fifteen and not a second longer."

"Fine, fifteen. Good god, I married a crazy woman", he says and turns to hurry upstairs.

Contrary to your first words, you both take a quick shower, exchanging your dirty party clothes for clean new ones in a similar style. You go for tight leather pants and a lace bra, knowing very well that more clothing is unnecessary. 

You knock on the closed bathroom door.

"You've got five more minutes. I expect you back in fishnets."

"Yeah, yeah. Where you off to?"

"Come and find me, will you?" 

"Babe wait!" you hear Jungkook call out and then you have already disappeared out of the bedroom, geared up with all the toys you need and more. 

Jungkook comes out of the bathroom to silence and a dark room. 

"Babe where are you?" he asks, turning the lights off. 

Empty.

"You wanna play games? Fine with me."

Jungkook decides to go for new fishnets, combining them with an oversized shirt to cover up his dick and the harness for now. He hopes that he will be forgiven for not choosing leather pants again, but he figured that those were unnecessary either way.

He leaves the bedroom, calling out for you again. Nothing. He looks into the guest bedroom and his room. Both empty.

"Darling where are you?" 

The lights turn on downstairs. He hears footsteps. He jogs down the steps, looking left and right.

The steps come from the living room.

He follows them, finding you in the middle of it with your back to him.

"There you are. Damn, you look hot. What are you doing here?" 

"I wanna play a game", you turn.

"Okay? Why are you holding our flogger?" 

Your lips curl into a crazy smirk. You hit your own hand with it once. 

Jungkook realises, gulping heavily.

"Babe no way…"

You lower your eyes dangerously.

"Run if you want it, stay if you don’t", you tell him, "five, four, three.."

"Fuck", Jungkook says and turns, setting off with a loud squeal.

"...two…one! Run faster little rabbit, run!" you call out, running out of the living room. 

You hear Jungkook squeal in the entryway. You cross the corner, watching as he presses himself against the door.

"Hello there."

"Let me tell you something, wait let's talk. Wait", he says, lifting his hands defensively.

"Gotcha", you say, inching closer to him with the flogger tangling by your side dangerously.

"No, listen. Hear me out", Jungkook says, "hear me out! I- eeek" he squeaks and dodges you by twirling around you and running off.

You turn with a laugh, "come back!" you yell and chase him all the way to the kitchen.

Jungkook dodges every single one of your grabby hands, laughing and squealing as he does. You two manage to do two rounds around the dinner table and then Jungkook runs to the living room.

"Come here you little shit", you spit, almost catching him. His shirt slips from your fingers again and with it, Jungkook.

He runs off laughing, getting as far as the staircase and then you have a bundle of his shirt between your fingers again.

You tug roughly, pulling him back.

"No", Jungkook stumbles hard, "please another chance", he begs with tears of laughter in his eyes, "I was warming up."

"Shut up, I caught you", you hiss, wrapping your arm around his waist harshly. You tug him with you on your way to your room.

Jungkook goes willingly, laughing squeakily.

"Not so fast, I’m not wearing underwear", he begs, hitting your arm gently.

"Not my problem", you hiss, kicking the door open and turning on your light with the handle of the flogger. 

"But it pinches my balls", he whines, trying to make himself heavier only to get shaken around as you tighten your grip on him.

"You're a pain slut, you’re into it."

"So now you’re me and know what I like?" 

"Shut up, whore", you spit, throwing him on your mattress.

Jungkook moans, squirming deliciously for just a second before he uses the opportunity to try and belly crawl away from you. Not that he comes far. Seconds later and you pin him down with your knee on his lower back, weight perfectly balanced to cut off his movements without hurting his spine or kidneys.

He wiggles under you like a little fish out of water, kicking the floor as he does. 

"Let. Me. Go", he grunts.

"No", you answer him, forcing his shirt up his torso to expose his ass to you. Like this his little waist is exposed as well, made even smaller by the tightly cut fishnet hem. The fact that he isn’t wearing any clothes underneath, makes you want to ruin him. 

You trace his butt, making sure the flogger was gracing his skin.

"Last chance. Say the word and I'll stop", you say.

"And if I don’t?" 

"I'll flog you like the stupid slut you are."

Jungkook squirms, earning himself a stronger grip from you. It squishes his cock between the edge of the mattress and his body so well. 

He shakes his head vigorously.

"No? Don’t wanna say it?"

"Don't wanna say it", he confirms, tilting his hips back.

"Understood."

Smack!

"Holy- fffuck", Jungkook brings out, head shooting up and feet kicking the floor, "warn me." 

"Whores don’t get warnings", you spit, swirling your flogger skillfully to really land a harsh spank on his ass. 

Jungkook sucks in air, hips chasing the sensation the second it is gone. It comes again. Harsh, intense, hot.

You truly don’t have mercy in you tonight. Another harsh flog reminds him of that fact. Its aftermath makes his toes curl and his voice get stuck in his throat.

Smack!

Jungkook feels the burn pulsate before it bursts through his vein and makes his head pound. 

Smack! 

"Fuck", he croaks, "give me a break, will you?" he spits, wanting to do nothing more than challenge you to hit him harder.

"No", you hit him harder, fucking scrambling his mind with it, "you don’t get breaks."

"Yes I do", he insists.

"No." Smack!

"Yes." 

"No." Smack!

"Yes!" he moans, "give me a break."

"Shut up bitch", you spit, "fuck, you stupid brat", you bark, hitting his ass three consecutive times with the perfect technique to make it really sting, "first, you look like a slut the entire night, then you run away from me and now you wanna demand shit? The only thing you get to say are begs for me to go harder." 

"Well. Don’t." 

"Too bad", you growl, showing him how hard you can go with two timed spanks to his ass followed by a whip with the flogger.

Jungkook hits the mattress once, burying his face in the sheets deeply. Then he groans. He groans with such raw and honest ecstasy, you find religion in it. 

Smack!

You love the sound the flogger makes. High pitched and sharp. Exactly how it feels to be struck with it. Sharp and with precise dots of pain sprawling all over his skin. Jungkook twists the sheets when you hit him again, kicking the floor weakly. 

You watch his kicking legs, running your eyes along his tensing thighs. The redness of his ass has spread down along them the slightest bit. 

"So stupid", you say, forcing them apart and keeping them that way by sticking the sturdy handle of the flogger between them. 

You lean forward, inspecting Jungkook’s rock hard cock stuffed into the fishnets.

You have to stop pinning him down with your knee in the new position, but Jungkook has been flogged into a state of droopiness, which means you can do things like force his legs apart and slip your knee from his back to instead straddle it. 

"So heavy and big", you rasp, placing your hand on his cock to rub it.

Jungkook lets out a delicious moan, rolling his hips into the mattress edge.

Slap!

"Oh", his head shoots up.

You just spanked his balls, sending sharp pain through them.

He feels the fishnets rip right around his cock and then your fingers fish him out of the new hole you created. The position forces you to have to tug his cock back and squeeze his balls in the process. Jungkook swears he becomes soaking wet because of it.

"So wet", you rasp, digging your thumb into his slit harshly, "such a nasty whore."

Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, twisting the sheets. You are so rough, he's in heaven.

Slap! 

"F-fuck", he whispers, dropping his head, "fuck."

You are spanking his hard cock, holding it in your palm while your other strikes down on him without mercy. 

They are singular spanks at first until you turn into the cruelest person ever and begin slapping him without a pause. Just tiny little spanks, placed with care yet enough precision to torture his sensitive parts.

Jungkook squirms.

Jungkook kicks the floor.

Jungkook moans squeakily.

And Jungkook flees your spanks with honesty.

You tug him back, continuing your never ending slaps even if he is squirting precum everywhere.

"Please stop."

Jungkook begins begging.

"Please stop. Please stop, you’re making me cum. Please stop."

You laugh, stopping your spanks just to jerk him off three times. Harsh and angrily. 

"Fuck please. Please I'm cumming, please stop."

"Why should I?"

"Please", Jungkook groans, body twitching uncontrollably.

You stop.

Slap! 

"Please!" he wails, "I'm fucking begging you, please don’t make me cum." 

"You're so funny, imagine being such a pain slut that you cum from being hit", you say, dropping his cock harshly.

Jungkook sighs in relief, "thank you…"

You crawl off of him and lay down next to him. With a harsh tug on his hair you tilt his head up, locking eyes with him. He looks so high on pleasure.

"Your ass is fucking deep red", you tell him, smiling happily.

"Good", he says and gulps, blinking droopily, "fucking kiss me."

"Fuck, I love you so much", you fall into a passionate kiss, kissing him in the uncomfortable position until your necks ache. 

You break it with a moan, giving him a smile and soft caress of his cheek.

"I love you too", Jungkook mumbles. 

"Good", you say and giggle, dropping his head and sitting back up.

You crawl back on top of him, running your hands over his ass. His skin is as hot as coal. He flinches at the first contact, shivering afterwards.

The fishnets rip easily, making the most amazing sound as they do. So now you exposed his ass to you. He is at your mercy. No fabric in the world can stop you from doing whatever you want to him and he is loving it. 

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Taking what's mine", you answer him, forcing his buttocks apart to expose his rim to you. 

He clenches it instinctively.

"Look at this slutty hole", you say, "stop clenching, will you?" 

Jungkook clenches even more, earning himself a flick of your finger to it. The pain is sharp and stings.

"Shit", he gasps, relaxing instantly.

"Better, I hate having to force my way into there. You know that don’t you?" 

"Just do it, will you?" he throws back.

"No", you say nonchalantly, lowering yourself afterwards to run your tongue over it. 

Jungkook shudders, growing completely limp in bliss. His thighs become so soft, his knees so weak, the tension in his back ceases to exist as well. Limp like a little doll, he lies on the mattress as he tries to rationalise the fact that your tongue is on his hole. 

You slurp deliciously, ending it with a gentle suck to his rim, "so yummy", you murmur, licking him with the flat of your tongue repeatedly, "so good, that’s so good."

"Don't stop", he begs, feeling so lightheaded. The contrast of getting his ass whipped sensitive to you running your tongue over his hole so gently, gets him way too good. The first heat was harsh and painful and now you replaced it with a comfortable heat, soft and gentle. Jungkook feels his head pounding because of it. 

You begin probing at his hole with the tip of your tongue, trying to get him to open up. And Jungkook really, really tries to relax. He swears that he tries with all his willpower. He wants your tongue inside so bad. But his body only works with him as far before he can’t physically relax any more and so he ends up with you lifting your head in defeat.

"Stop clenching", you hiss, spreading him further to force his hole open.

"I'm not, back please", he begs with desperate demand in his voice.

You spit on his hole, "shut up, I do what I want", you growl, picking up your spit to spread it around his hole harshly. 

Jungkook mewls and kicks the floor. He is not complaining, this feels so good. So good in fact that he reaches behind himself to take over for you with holding himself open. You study the way his painted nails dig into his red skin, feeling your pussy throb at the view. 

"Such a pretty slut", you praise, "keep yourself open, that’s it", you say, putting pressure on his rim.

Jungkook makes a sound of anticipation. The pressure is so intense, riles him up so well, leaves him aching. When does it stop? When will your thumb slip in? 

"Faster", he demands, rolling his hips up.

"Will you", you pin him down harshly and spank his left cheek, "stop demanding shit?"

"But you told me the only begs you want from me are begs to go harder", he throws back, wiggling his hips.

Another spank to his right cheek almost makes him sob. The position allows you to land it right on the more sensitive inner parts of his ass, missing his hole by a hair's width. 

"Will you be quiet? How dare you talk back", you say in an angry snarl.

"What do you want from me? I'm just saying" he throws back.

You spank him again, ending it by reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls harshly.

Jungkook shudders, body growing weak. His fingers slip from his ass just slightly, his thighs try to close and because of the flogger fail. The pressure on his balls grows.

"Any more bratty words from you?" you warn, tightening your grip.

Jungkook spills tears. Holy shit, his balls feel like bursting. Holy fuck, he can’t breathe.

"Are you behaving? Mhm?" you challenge, tugging on them with the pressure still intact.

"Yes!" he exclaims, "yes please I'll be good! Please stop, I'm gonna burst."

"Good boy", you praise, releasing his balls. You watch in delight as they throb in desperation, smirking to yourself. You edged him. You know that you did. Your pain slut of a husband almost climaxed from getting his balls crushed. 

"Such a slut", you say, caressing his heavy balls before returning to his hole, "hold yourself open."

Jungkook follows with shaky fingers.

"Good boy. See? It’s so much easier when you are a good little whore and listen to me", you taunt, tracing his pretty hole.

He huffs out air, furrowing his brows. If you keep taunting him like that he can't guarantee that he won't start talking back again.

Your weight leaves his body, your hand comes down on his ass to support your weight instead. Jungkook tries to sneak a glance at what you are doing, eyes lingering on your ass in those leather pants before flitting to your hand. You are fumbling with something on the ground and lift it into his view. The lube bottle. Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep his breathing steady. So it begins. Next a small plug. A little longer than your pinky finger and just about thicker than his thumb. 

"Bigger", he says, making you look over your shoulder.

"Are you watching me?" you ask, studying his face.

He nods his head, "need it bigger, please."

"Tch slut", you say, clicking your tongue and turning away from him. You drop the small plug to instead go for another one. It is made out of glass, starting off small and becoming thicker at the end. Three balls, growing in size, make the entire experience so much more intense.

You look at him, "better?"

"Yeah", he whispers, eyeing it with such longing.

You turn away and sit back down on him.

Jungkook closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than get surprised by each second you stretch him open.

He tenses up when he suddenly hears the distinct click of the lube bottle opening. 

"More", you order and Jungkook tries his best to spread himself further. 

He knows he was successful when he feels the cold trickle of the lube on his rim, having to moan because of it.

"Cold?" you ask, discarding the lube bottle next to you. 

"Yeah", he answers you.

"Good", you say, poking your fingers into the lube to spread it. You run them all the way from where his tailbone starts down to his plump balls. He needs to look the part and that means spreading the lube everywhere.

Once happy, you return to his hole, massaging it in circular motions. He relaxes it as best as possible, spreading himself apart more. 

One push to his rim and the lube and his willingness to get stuffed forces your fingers to slip in completely.

"Holy fuck", Jungkook croaks, bucking his hips up, "fuck, oh god." 

"Slipped in so easily, jesus christ you’re seriously such a whore", you taunt, fucking your fingers in and out of him. You don’t do this for long. Just a few time to get a good feel of him. This was solely to make sure his insides are coated. You slip out again to spread lube on the toy. 

Jungkook waits with his back heaving up and down quickly underneath you. He is seriously so adorable because of how eager he is to get stuffed. 

You rest the tip of the toy against his rim and push, watching with eager eyes as his hole swallows the toy all the way up to the second ball. Then he tenses, swallowing at the same time as he whimpers.

“Good?” you ask him.

“Really cold, burns”, he says.

“That’s what glass toys are, yeah”, you say, “relax, you can do it.”

Jungkook tries to do so with a squirm of his thighs. It sadly makes the flogger slip and for the makeshift spreader bar to cease working, but Jungkook is so far gone into wanting to be stuffed that he still keeps his legs open. You push, forcing his hole to open and close around the second ball. Further and further, making the smooth shaft of the toy glide inside until the biggest ball at the end stops you again.

Jungkook breathes in and out so deeply and loudly that you have to look over your shoulder. You can’t see a lot of his face as the ruffled sheets hide it from you but his fingers are relaxed on his butt which means he was good.

You push again, watching in delight as his hole opens up oh so slowly as that big ball slips inside. Fuck, the glass is giving you such a good view of how pink and tight he is inside, all pressed up against the toy and glistening in the lube. The thickest part of the ball slips past his rim, causing a domino effect of reactions. The toy slips in quickly until the flat base, Jungkook whines and tenses around it.

Almost salivating in arousal, you watch how he struggles and struggles without being able to close up again.

“Glass toys are seriously the best shit ever”, you say, running your fingers around the base, “I can see right into your slutty little hole”, you add, pressing down on the toy to shift it a little.

“It’s so deep”, he groans, pressing his thighs together.

You slap them apart again, “stay open”, you order, “I want to see your plugged hole.”

“C-can you see a lot?” he asks.

"I can see everything. Mhhm, you’re so tight and pink inside. And so wet too. You have such a pretty hole."

"Fuck I wanna see", he whines - no - sobs.

“Stay still”, you tell him and Jungkook obeys, waiting with perked ears for whatever you are doing. He can’t hear anything, he just feels you shifting around a little, “spread yourself.”

He follows, feeling the pressure inside of him grow afterwards as you fix the toy inside him. The pressure subsides, the intense stretch remains.

“There we go.”

A bright light, then a second and third time.

Your weight leaves his back, he feels the mattress dent beside him. Your hand running through his hair makes him open his eyes.

“Look”, you say, shoving your phone all up in his face.

Jungkook blinks to get used to the brightness, widening his eyes the moment they focused on the picture you are showing him. There it is. His stuffed ass on full display with the glass toy giving a good view deep into him. It makes his cock throb like crazy. So that’s how he looks right now. No wonder he feels as stretched as he does.

"Aren't you so pretty?"

"Yeah", he croaks, "what are you gonna do with that pic?” he asks, looking at you instead.

“I’ll keep them and look at them whenever I need a reminder that I married a slut”, you tell him with a sweet giggle, pecking his lips.

Jungkook lifts his head, kissing you back eagerly. You break the kiss way too early for his taste, leaving him to frown at you.

“Adorable”, you say, squishing his cheek.

“Kiss me again”, he begs, staring at your lips droopily.

“Nah”, you dismiss him, removing yourself just to sit back down on his back and return to his ass.

You wrap your fingers around the base of the glass toy so you can finally begin fucking it in and out of him.

“Oh god, yeah”, Jungkook groans, dropping his head and closing his eyes again. He doesn’t mind anymore that you didn’t kiss him again. You are fucking his ass and that’s all that matters. You do so until the very beginning of the toy, going oh so slow when you press it back inside to make him really feel the balls and going oh so fast when you pull it back out to overwhelm his little hole with pressing out the balls. Jungkook doesn’t know what’s harder to bear. The slow stretch or having to squeeze out the toy with such little patience. What he does know, is that each time his rim finally manages one of the balls, he feels his entire lower body convulse for a good second and his lower tummy tense like crazy.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please keep going”, he begs, floating on the sensations.

It is not long and that delicious feeling of struggling with the balls has disappeared. Jungkook is so sad, it doesn’t feel so intense anymore. Why does he have to be so easily stretched open? Why does have to love anal so much? Can’t he struggle a little longer? He is so angry at himself for being such a slut. He needs to struggle again, please.

You know that he isn’t struggling anymore. Up until a few seconds ago, you felt a little resistance with each thrust, but now it feels as if you are fucking a smooth dildo into him. The balls do nothing for him anymore.

“You’re so loosened up”, you tell him.

“I know”, he sounds out of breath, “bigger, I’m begging you.”

You stuff the toy back into him and busy yourself with getting the next one ready. A good layer of lube and then it is ready. You pull the glass toy out, discarding it on the laid out dirty-toy-towel for later clean up. His hole looks stretched out even now that nothing is inside. All soft and differently shaped than it was when you started playing with him. So pretty.

You place the toy against his hole. You can’t wait to fill it up with your strap. Knowing Jungkook, it won’t be long anymore until he is finally ready and you don’t have to hold back any longer. Soon and you can rail him stupid.

You push, gasping with Jungkook at how easily it slips in. Inch by inch until you bottom out with your pinky finger squeezed between the base and his body.

You give him a few seconds of getting used to it. He tries to rub his thighs together, but you stop him wordlessly. So he rolls his hips up instead. Then he drops lifelessly and huffs out air oh so loudly.

“What is it? Don’t like it?” you taunt.

“It’s, it’s not….are you messing with me? Is that the same toy?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

“No it’s not”, you say, shaking your head. You hide it from his view with your body.

“But”, he looks devastated, “it’s not bigger.”

“Yes Kook, it’s bigger. Quite a lot actually.”

“No it’s not”, he frowns, “you’re fucking with me. Give me something bigger.”

“Control your tongue”, you warn, forcing the toy deeper.

“Ah”, he lets out, furrowing his brows.

“Wanna know a secret, Kook?” you taunt.

He nods his head.

You lift your hips, revealing the toy.

“You’re taking the dildo I first pegged you with.”

Jungkook stares at the pink, glittery dildo peeking out between his buttocks with widened eyes. That dildo felt huge in that first fateful night. Jungkook worried for his poor hole back then, struggling so much that he wondered if his hole just wasn’t build for anal sex. It was so huge to him back then. And now it feels like nothing. He barely even feels it, almost as if he is lying there with nothing in his ass.

Jungkook crumbles, “please fuck me please”, he begs with little sniffles spilling out of him, “please I’m begging you, fuck me please.”

“I was hoping you’d say that”, you say, pulling the dildo out in one swift movement.

His hole makes the nastiest, sluttiest sound in surprise, spilling the lube everywhere.

“Fuck, god sorry that was so loud”, he says, clenching it as he has to laugh.

You chuckle, “I love that sound”, you say, holding him apart to check on his well-stretched rim. You lean down and trace it with your tongue.

Jungkook’s laughter cuts off abruptly. He drops his head and squishes his cheek in the process.

“Mhm so good”, you say, kissing his hole, “can’t wait to breed it. Take your shirt off in the meantime”, you add, climbing off of him to finally strap yourself into the gear.

The leather harness of your strap sits snuggly around your waist, spanning down to your upper thighs and ending there in two neatly done buckles. You secure them tightly, tracing the straps all the way up to where you secured the huge dildo. Ten inches in length and with a heavy girth. You can barely even close your fingers around it as you spread the lube on it. The best part about it however was the built-in tube which enables the cock to squirt cum whenever you wanted it to. And that was the hottest shit you have ever been able to do.

You force yourself between Jungkook’s legs, laying the heavy cock atop his ready ass. You lean forward, placing your weight on his back. With a harsh tug you tilt his head up, forcing his ear to brush against your lips as you speak.

“I’m going to breed you like the slutty, dumb whore you are and you are going to beg me to go harder, are we understood?” you rasp, feeling him shiver underneath you.

“Yeah, understood”, he squeaks out, nodding his head as best as your punishing hand in his hair allows him to.

“Good and what are we saying if it gets too much?”

“Red”, he croaks.

“Good job, remember it well. Puppy.”

“Fuck seriously”, he laughs breathily, “please just fuck me, I need it.”

“Mhm”, you drop his head harshly and straighten up.

You grind your big cockhead against his hole with slow rolls of your hips as your hands are busy preparing the lube for him.

“Such a slutty little boy”, you say, “you look so sexy in those fishnets, fuck.”

Jungkook wiggles, earning himself a spank.

“Stay still, I gotta prepare you”, you warn, placing the nuzzle of the already filled up lube syringe against his hole. You slip in without warning, Jungkook barely reacts because of how tiny it feels to him. You squeeze the lube into him and once again he barely reacts, mind occupied with nothing except finally getting that cock up his ass.

“There we go”, you say, discarding the now empty syringe. You slap your cock against his hole, spanking it repeatedly, “now you’re ready. Relax, I’m not gonna go slow.”

"Okay." 

You thrust forward, forcing your huge cock into him.

“Ah!” Jungkook flees the harsh breach, squirming on the mattress and kicking the floor with such vigour that he accidentally lands one kick on your butt as well.

You pin him down, twisting his harness tightly to really have a grip on him.

He whimpers, tilting his head back and so you use the opportunity to tug his hair, forcing his panicky eyes to lock with yours.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take the cock? Mhm? Did you demanding little slut overestimate yourself?” you taunt, fucking the huge toy in an out of him slowly yet in its entirety.

Jungkook squeezes tears out of his eyes, reaching behind himself to grab your wrist tightly. His fingers are clammy.

He croaks out sounds then his lips fall open. Tears roll down his cheeks, his lashes flutter. Another attempt of talking. You paint circles with your hips as you are buried inside him to the hilt. A little sound escapes him then the shakiest and most pleasure-distorted “thank you” rolls over his tongue. Jungkook completely gives up afterwards, head slacking in your hold and eyes falling closed.

“Fuck baby, I love a well-mannered slut so much” you praise, dropping his head and harness to instead really straighten up. You grip his hips, ripping the fishnets further open for the sole purpose of needing them ruined. You need all of him ruined. His hair, his makeup, his fishnets, his ass. You need to ruin him for acting up the entire night. With a harsh tug, you tilt his hips up and then finally begin the promise you made him. No more slow thrusts to get him used to it, now Jungkook has to get used to the size by getting drilled stupid with it. If he wants to or not. 

Jungkook reacts accordingly, convulsing on the mattress with his knees starting a measly attempt to lift himself. You pin him back down, spanking his right ass cheek.

“Stay down, I’m telling you when I want you on your knees”, you bark, punishing him with a deep, harsh thrust right out of your hips. Skin slaps against skin, his hole is squelching and squirting, his little feet tap the floor repeatedly as he squirms and shakes.

Jungkook swears that he will have a sore throat at the end of this night. He can’t stop moaning and wailing for you. It feels so fucking good. Your cock is so huge. It is so goddamn huge. Jungkook feels it shift inside his belly from its immense size, hitting spots inside of him he never thought able to have hit. His hole is so stretched open, he spills tears at the sheer thought of how loose he will be for the next days.

“Fuck Jungkook that feels so fucking good”, you pant, “I’m fucking you with ten inches, you’re such a slut, ah”, you moan loudly, spanking his ass as a reward, “my ten inch slut, fucking shit, urgh.”

Jungkook’s moans pitch, growing in volume. Ten inches. He didn’t think that he had it in himself. But now he does. Quite literally. He has ten inches of your cock inside in him and he feels like a complete blissed-out whore.

“Yes, keep moaning like that. Such a whore, such a loud slut. Just for me”, you encourage him, squeezing his hips into the mattress just so you can thrust even harder into him. Your arms are shaking and yet you don’t want to stop, your back is so arched, your thighs are so tense. But you can’t stop. You need to fuck. You need to breed. Need to make him yours. Turn him into an open, loose cumhole.

“You deserve it, you deserve it so much. Slut, fucking slut”, you chant, spanking him every now and then to make sure his ass stays red and sensitive. His hole isn’t the only thing that should stay reminded of who owns him. You want him unable to sit for the next few days, maybe even dripping way too much cum for an extra little bonus.

“I’m such a slut! Holy fuck I’m so stuffed! Gonna cum so good!” Jungkook answers you, twisting the sheets as angrily as he can. His nipples and heavy piercings are rubbing right against the sheets and kt feels so fucking good. His tattooed arms are tensed, as is his sculpted back. The view is delicious, but not as delicious as his bubble butt taking your huge cock. His hole is so pink, moving around your girthy shaft, stretching so far, squirting so much lube, sounding so pretty. His ass looks so good in those ruined fishnets, his thighs are stretching the thin material to its limits. And those little hairs on his legs, all ruffled up and sticking out between the thin netting. You seriously could eat him whole.

“You are. You’re such a pretty slut, fuck Kook those fishnets make me so wild”, you pant, slowing down your movements for a quick moment to catch your breath, “gonna cum so hard too, hear me? Breeding your ass makes me cum so good.”

Jungkook swears he could pass out. Making you cum through his own actions? Spectacular. Getting used to make you cum? Amazing. Getting told that you are going to cum from pegging his ass? His death. Jungkook loves getting fucked by you so much and knowing that the entire act is so pleasurable to you too that you can cum, makes him want to cry for hours.

“Harder please!” and so he cries out to you, “harder, please harder. Harder!”

“Urgh shit, yes”, you growl behind him. You broaden your stance, pulling his hips back onto your girthy cock repeatedly as the newfound leverage allows you to really drill into him.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m a whore! Feel so good! Harder!”

“You’re so cute”, you laugh manically, “I don’t even have to call you names anymore, fuck such a good whore.”

The floorboards beneath you creak, covered in a small puddle of lube, which you managed to already fuck out of him. It looks so wet and liquid by now, warmed up by his ass and your ruthless fuck. It looks so pretty as it runs out of and down his balls and throbbing cock until dripping on the floor. His cock. It rubs against the floor each time you are balls deep inside him and torture his deepest parts with angry thrusts. It lies there right in the tiny puddle, making you wonder if there was truly only lube dirtying your floors or if you are fucking him so well that his cock can’t stop leaking. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Jungkook’s such an ass slut after all.

“Harder, harder, harder”, Jungkook chants, voice becoming higher and higher.

You growl, furrowing your brows. You know his squirming and that endless begging. You release the grip on his hips, placing your hands next to them instead. Jungkook begins instantly, fucking himself back onto your cock in messy, hard thrusts. Exactly how you figured. He has reached his peak sluttiness where your amazing, hard thrusts aren’t enough anymore no matter how hard you fuck him and all that helps is him meeting you in equally as hard squirms.

Jungkook groans and grunts, voice contorted in ecstasy. He doesn’t even truly sound like your Jungkook anymore. Except that he does. Because you know your husband and you know that the sounds he is currently making are the most honest and rawest sounds you will ever hear from him. They are because of you and just for you.

You tug his hips up until he can rest on his knees, knowing very well that he needs that. He keeps his torso pressed into the mattress, back so terribly arched you wonder if he wants to snap his spine.

"Yes! Fuck yes! Oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes" he chants in ecstacy.

Needing more leverage, you make yourself bigger, putting one foot down on the floor. It enables you to fuck Jungkook from the same height you fucked him in as he was lying down for you but with the added bonus of having new strength in your legs and truly going to town on him.

He slams into the mattress with the first thrust, air knocking out of him in a guttural “hrng” sound followed by a honest and desperate grunt and heavy moan.

“I’m going insane, you’re such a good slut”, you croak, watching the sweat drip from your forehead and landing on his fucked-open hole.

“I have to cum”, he wails, fucking back harder and harder, “I have to cum, Mistress. C-can you hear me?”

“I hear you. You can cum but-“

Jungkook interrupts you by climaxing with a wail of your name and his cock ruining everything beneath him. You fuck him right through it, holding his hips with your own knees buckling. Shit. You grind your teeth. You are so close. Your pussy is throbbing like crazy in your pants.

Jungkook wails up then, reminding you that you were still fucking him like an animal.

“Please wait please”, he chants, reaching behind himself as his hips lift themselves desperately.

“That’s your own fault for falling into my words”, you slap his hands away and force his fleeing hips back on your huge cock, “I wanted to say that you can only cum when you are aware that I have to keep fucking you afterwards. Your own fault when you dumb slut cum before I can finish my sentence.”

“Holy shit”, Jungkook collapses back on the floor right into his puddle of cum. Like this his cock is getting squeezed, giving you a good view of his continues streaks spilling out of him as you milk his prostate dry.

He sobs miserably, reaching behind himself to hold his clenching hole open for your girth.

“I know, I feel sorry too, but you were such a slut tonight, I have to punish you.”

“I can’t stop”, he somehow gets out and then you realise that he isn’t crying from too much fucking, he is crying because he can’t stop cumming because of you.

“That’s because you’re a dirty, pretty asswhore”, you say and spank him, “such a greedy slut for cock up his ass. You’re supposed to cum, hear me Jungkook? That’s what good bitches like you are supposed to do.”

“Fuck please slow down, I can’t stop”, his voice contorts into a loud and endless moan as his body squirms again in a torturous orgasm. It feels like fire is an understatement to Jungkook. Maybe lava. That’s hotter than fire, right? He is burning up from the inside out, fearing for himself all whilst riding on that fear like an addict. All that orgasming and cumming made his stomach so tight that he can now truly feel every single inch of your ten inch cock shift inside himself.

“Baby, Jungkookie baby”, your voice is trembling behind him, “baby, I’m cumming.”

Your hips still, your nails are almost breaking through his skin. Jungkook listens to the weak, yet terribly happy moans you let out as you shake in your high, fucking his hips back on your cock in desperate search for one more high. And then he feels it. Masses and masses of sticky, wet cum shooting up his ass.

“Mine”, you growl through your shakes, squeezing down on the pump with shaking fingers.

“Ah!” he gets out and then the thought of being bred by you like a whore sets him off for his last big crescendo of the night. Jungkook cries loudly, thanking you repeatedly while his entire body feels like floating.

“My slutty whore”, you croak, dropping your head in exhaustion, “holy fuck.”

The pump finally becomes empty, slipping out of your hands and rolling right into Jungkook’s cum puddle.

“Thank you”, Jungkook sobs, body twitching in the aftershocks.

“Yeah”, you let out a breathy laugh, “fuck, baby”, you place your hands on his butt, massaging it softly, “you did such a good job.”

“I can feel it inside me”, he says and whimpers.

“Good, that’s what you’re supposed to do”, you say, “you’re my bred slut now, hear me?”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I love being your bred slut.”

“I know you do”, you smile, caressing his sweaty lower back, “now relax, I’m pulling out. It’ll get messy.”

You slip out easily, gawking at Jungkook’s gaping hole presenting itself to you. It makes the wettest, most well-fucked sounds ever, squirting your white creamy cum.

“Shit”, he laughs, forcing more cum and sounds out of him, “you fucked me well, my ass says so too.”

“Yeah so good”, you chuckle, picking up your dripping cum, “you sound like such a well bred boy like this, love hearing those sounds.”

“God baby, don’t wanna be empty”, he whines, hole still so open for more.

“Need some training?” you ask him.

“Yeah, train me please”, he begs.

And so you push the biggest buttplug you own inside him again, plugging him up and forcing the rest of the cum to stay inside. You will exchange the plug for the next smallest one after some time and then the next smallest one and the next, but for now he needs to stay plugged up and filled with cum. Jungkook needs that kind of reverse training often, he says it's incredibly sensual to him.

“There all done”, you say, kissing his tailbone, “now you’re all plugged up. Nothing can escape now.”

“Good”, he says, “wanna stay bred forever”, he says, turning around to fall onto his back. Like this his hair is all sprawled out, cock lying completely ruined between his legs.

You laugh, “that’s very ambitious of you”, you say, crawling on top of him to straddle him.

Jungkook runs his hands up your legs and to your cock, jerking it off slowly.

“I can’t believe that was inside of me. It’s so huge”, he says, rolling his thumb into the cum hole, “that looks so realistic.”

“I guess, if your cock’s blue with silver sparkles.”

He laughs, “you know how I meant it. That looks like a real cockhead.”

“Mhm, if only I could feel through it”, you say, leaning down to cup his face and kiss him.

Jungkook runs his hands up your back until he has a bundle of your hair between his fingers to pull your closer.

The kiss only breaks because you both have to breathe. If air wasn’t so important, you would have kissed until dawn.

“Your cock’s the only one I need, I hope you know that”, he says, “it’s better than any real cock ever could be.”

“You really think so?”

He nods his head, cupping your cheek. His eyes are spilling over in love, still so glassy from getting fucked so well. His makeup is so, so smudged, cheeks carrying black streaks from all the crying he did.

“Thank you”, he whispers, “you tick every fucking box and more. I mean, who can say that they have a wife who can change her cock how she pleases? How cool is that? You’re like a shapeshifter, no wait, cockshifter.”

You snort, spilling some tears for unexplainable reasons. Maybe it’s because Jungkook makes you feel so happy and good and maybe it’s because he loves you so unconditionally that sometimes you wonder when those conditions finally come.

“Fuck, you idiot”, you press out, resting your forehead on his, “being a cockshifter actually sounds kinda cool. It makes me sound so badass.”

“You are so badass”, he insists.

“Thank you”, you murmur, sniffling quietly.

“I love you so much, you know?” he whispers, drying your cheeks.

You peel your eyes open, feeling the need to smile instantly. He is so pretty.

“I love you too, like crazy”, you breathe.

He smiles, tracing the little smile lines along your eyes.

“Phew”, he lets out, exhaling deeply, “do you think I’ll ever be able to close up again?”

“I don’t know”, you giggle, “you kinda gaped a lot when I pulled out.”

“I felt it”, he closes his eyes, settling back into the mattress and closing his eyes, “I hope I never close up again.”

“You’re wishing a lot of things tonight, aren’t you?” you laugh, settling on top of him with your face nuzzled into his neck.

“Yeah”, he grins, tracing your spine, “do you think the others are still at the party?”

“Probably? I’m glad we aren’t though.”

“Yeah? Cause we fucked?”

“Yeah, duh? Seriously, I don’t know if you noticed, but a bitch was horny tonight.”

“I couldn’t tell at all”, he says sarcastically and laughs.

You chuckle, snuggling closer to him.

“Sorry, sorry. I know I was wild”, you mumble, kissing his sweaty neck.

“It was perfect, don’t apologize. I love it when you’re like tonight. It’s so hot.”

“Good, cause you’ll be getting that again one day.”

“Good, I’m counting on it.”

You chuckle happily and so does Jungkook.

“We have to do so much cleaning though.”

“Can that wait? I want snuggies”, he says cutely.

“Of course, snuggies are the most important thing right now”, you promise him, nuzzling into him, “my cutie pattootie Googie Boogie Woogie Shoogie, love you so much, my sweetie.”

Jungkook giggles cutely, heart racing like crazy in his chest. Being loved by you is the best thing in his life!

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[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

midnight, car lights

word count: 1245 warnings: none notes: ok so. i didnt plan on posting matty fic anymore but i had this half written anyways and writing this was comforting to me when i desperately need comfort so. i hope u all enjoy this dont kill me <3

Matty takes your hand in his, running and leading you down the street and to his car. The both of you are laughing uncontrollably, and you’re calling out for him to slow down before you trip over your own feet. Matty, always eager for a chance to be contrary, takes this as his cue to speed up. He’s still gripping your hand, though, not allowing you to slip behind. His car finally comes into view, a welcome sight for your racing heart and ragged breath. You both come to a halt, laughter still managing to escape your mouths despite the gasps for air between each of you. The sound of your shoes echoing through the quiet city street fills your ears in the moment of silence between you and Matty.

When the air finally returns to your lungs, you shoot Matty a playful glare. “When you said ‘I’ll race you there,’ I did not know that meant I’d be dragged along behind you like that.”

“Ah, come off it, that was fun!” Matty exclaims. “You said you wanted to get out of there soon as possible, didn’t you?”

You and Matty had found yourselves at the dinner party of some old acquaintance; the whole affair had been a bore and quite honestly miserable. You were eager to slip out of the sleek black dress Matty had practically begged you to wear, and instead spend the night alone with your lover. When you had finally found a moment to catch Matty alone, you schemed together to find a believable excuse for leaving early. The plan had worked and, hurriedly stumbling down the stairs to the front door, you stifled your giggles as he snuck a kiss to your neck. Upon meeting the brisk night air, Matty declared he would race you back to the car. Before you knew it, your hand was clutched in his and you were practically flying over the sidewalk.

Matty walks around to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for you, bowing dramatically as he ushers you in. He kisses your hand when you’re seated, gently closing the door as he says, “You can be the passenger princess tonight, if that makes up for it.”

You give him a satisfied smile at this. You kick off your shoes, heels aching just a bit, and start searching for the perfect music as Matty pulls away from the curb. The opening notes of Menswear come through the speakers, causing Matty to groan. “Darling, I love you very much, but we are not listening to my own voice tonight. Change the damn song.”

“I believe someone declared me as the passenger princess,” you deadpan.

Matty gives you the side-eye but doesn’t argue. Instead, he gives in completely; the moment you start singing along, he can’t help but join as well. You point to him and he points to himself while shouting “Why don’t you talk to Matty about it,” and suddenly the car is filled with your bad singing and Matty’s bad dancing. He stumbles through some of the words, but really he’s more focused on you than getting the lyrics right. The next few songs play through, all songs that you know like the back of your hand (you manage to slip in a few of Matty’s songs despite his initial protests).

Matty’s eyes flit back and forth between the road and you. Your eyes are closed as you sing and you seem to be glowing under the brief streaks of starlight that attempt to pour through the windshield. Matty reaches a hand over to rest gently on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles over you. He quiets his own voice at times, relishing the sound of your carefree singing.

The two of you traverse the night like this for a long while, following the familiar roads back to your shared apartment. It’s nearing one in the morning, but you feel as though you could stay like this all night. Matty’s excitement at the music energizes you. One of the songs in your queue causes him to perk up, exclaiming “I fuckin’ love this one!” He starts to sing again – really sing this time, in the way that leaves you speechless. The passion in his voice is something tangible and it’s one of the most attractive details about him. He turns up the volume, drowning out all your thoughts aside from the lyrics and the burning image of Matty himself. You study the smile across his face as he belts out the familiar lyrics; you can almost hear it in his voice and you want to play it on repeat for the rest of eternity. You inhale deeply and let his presence fill your lungs. You let it fill your mind, your heart, your bloodstream. It’s everywhere, all encompassing. It’s wonderful.

The car pulls to a slow stop, the final notes of Just Like Honey fading out. Matty stops you when you move to open your door. He scrambles to get out of his seat first and walks around to your side, opening the door himself and extending his hand out to you. A cheesy grin is plastered across his face while he does so.

You let him help you out, placing a quick kiss on his cheek when you’re on your feet again. “Thank you, my love, I don’t know what I possibly would’ve done without you.”

Matty simply shrugs. “I’ve got to treat you like royalty, haven’t I?” he answers, walking to the apartment with his arm around your waist.

Not many words are shared in the short journey up to your floor. You lean your head against Matty, which he takes as a sign to press gentle kisses to the top of your head. You sigh with contentment. The energy that was so high just a half hour ago is beginning to die down, replaced with drowsiness. 

You practically bolt to the bedroom when Matty unlocks the front door, all too eager to change into pajama pants and the soft cotton of one of Matty’s t-shirts. It’s a struggle to even get yourself to wash your face and brush your teeth; you can hear Matty humming softly in the other room, and your body is screaming for you to go rest in his arms.

Finally, finally, you can collapse in your bed. Matty enters the room as well, changed out of his clothes from earlier. His curls are slightly disheveled – you know he’s been running his hands through them, trying to muss them up against the tidy way he had styled them for the evening. He sits on the edge of the bed, admiring your tranquil state.

“Matty,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes?”

“Could you sing for me?”

Matty laughs softly. “Of course, darling.” He gets up and walks across the room to one of his guitars. When he returns to the bed, he’s sitting closer to you. You feel his hand brush through your hair, followed by a delicate kiss to your forehead. Your eyes are closed now, and you let the sound of his gentle strumming wash over you. Matty’s voice lulls you to sleep faster than any other sound possibly could. His words pass through your dreams throughout the night. You don’t know when you fell asleep, but when you wake up to the soft morning glow, Matty is still there, guitar placed on the floor and arms enveloping you.

#this one is a little lame but thats ok!!!! #love u guys btw thank u for the support #matty healy #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #fluff #fem!reader #naomi's writing !

[shealynn88]

The Memories that Remain in Me

A short, hopeful fic for @drarrymicrofic prompt, Simon's Song (from Young Royals).

The Wizarding world does love a queue.

Draco has been in line three hours, now, flooded with dread.  Dripping with it. 

What if Harry thinks he wants to be here?  That he’s pining?  What if Harry looks at him like no time has passed?  The way he used to in the shadows of 8th year, eyes wide and hungry and bottomless?

Or, worse, what if he treats him like every other fool with a Press badge who is peppered through the new Minister’s welcome queue?

When the moment finally arrives, Draco summons up every ounce of professionalism he’s built over his time at the Quibbler, and steps forward.

Harry takes his hand and looks through him as Draco says, “Minister.  Thank you for your time. The Quibbler readers…”

Harry’s gaze goes abruptly focused and his grip tightens.  Draco clears his throat and continues.  “Ah, they’re looking forward to following your vital efforts.”

Draco tries to take his hand back after what is certainly a reasonable amount of time, but Harry just holds it.  Effortlessly.  Firmly.  His hand is warm, his callouses softer than Draco remembers.  His thumb brushes absently over Draco’s, painfully familiar.

“Draco.  How are you?”

It’s been almost ten years, and it still unravels Draco at his seams.  The longing is sudden and devastating.

“I’m very well, Minister.”  He bares his teeth, fighting for his hand and his dignity.  Harry finally seems to notice his death grip; he releases Draco with a small sound that zings down Draco’s spine. “How kind of you to remember an old classmate, Sir. It’s an honour to welcome you to the Office.  Is there anything you’d care to share with our readers on this auspicious day?”  He waits, and Harry’s eyes drill into him.  “Sir?” he prompts quietly.

“Draco.”  Harry’s voice is so soft, Draco can imagine for a moment that they’re alone.  That Harry cares.  Wants.

Draco shakes his head minutely, begging Harry not to get personal. Merlin, his voice.

Harry inclines his head, a tiny gesture.  “Please tell them I hope to work closely with the Quibbler in the future. I’ve heard their staff is winning some pretty impressive awards these days.”

Draco freezes up.  He won a Golden Quill last year.

He forces himself not to flee.  He bows his head once.  “Thank you, Sir, we’re very proud of our accomplishments.  I’ll…be glad to pass that along.”  His skin burns.

Draco walks calmly to the press reception room and speaks to his fellow journalists for a few moments.  He excuses himself and apparates home, just in time to vomit.

He’s just changed his clothes and made himself a cup of tea and his hands have finally stopped shaking when the owl arrives.

The scroll reads:

Minister of Magic  Harry Potter

invites 

Quibbler Lead Journalist  Draco Malfoy 

to an informal tea at noon on Sunday for an exclusive interview.

No quick quills, please.

Response required.

Tamper-proof communique from the Office of the Minister of Magic

Hands shaking again, Draco writes and rewrites his acceptance.  Finally, he gives the owl a treat and the parchment.

He watches his whole, careful life fly out the window. Everything he’s done since they graduated: all the careful structure, the scheduling, the routine.  Everything he’s done to make sure nothing is left to chance, that he won’t do anything foolish…all gone.

He sips his tea and tries not to think about the tantalising possibility of a messy, fraught, sunlit, saturated future.

#drarry #harry potter fandom #prompt: simon's song #sheawrites #hopeful ending #drarry microfic

[pardi-real]

Main Story Ep. 2 / Part 3 / Chapter 9 - The Usual Crew

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[Devil's Palace, Hallway]

Haures: "Well then... I guess it's time to finally take a bath."

Ammon: “Ah! Mr. Haures! I've been looking for you!"

Haures: "Hm? What's up, Ammon?"

Ammon: “Please come here for a sec!"

Haures: "I-I was just about to take a bath..."

Ammon: “Come on! It's okay! Hurry up! Mr. Lucas brought some whiskey for us."

[Second Floor, Butler's Room]

Lucas: “Haures, you like whiskey, right?"

Haures: "Y-yes… That's true..."

Lucas: “By chance, I got this as a gift. A high-quality single malt ♪ I don't drink much, so... you guys can have it."

Ammon: “Thank you! This is a famous brand!"

Lucas: “Alright then... I'll be going..."

Click

Fennesz: “Well, time to open it!"

Haures: "I-I'll pass on it this time..."

Ammon: “C’mon! It's okay!"

Fennesz: “That's right! Haures!"

Haures: "F-Fennesz..."

Boschi: “Hurry up..."

Haures: "Sigh... I get it. Just a little..."

~ After a while ~

Boschi: “I'm stronger! You can't keep up with my speed!"

Haures: "No, I'm stronger. Overall, I'm superior."

Boschi: “Alright, shall we settle this now?"

Haures: "Sure... I've been looking forward to it."

Ammon: “Sigh... It always ends up like this, huh?"

Fennesz: “Yeah, it does..."

Ammon: “But… Mr. Haures feels like the usual today, kinda."

Fennesz: “Yeah... I might feel a bit relieved."

Knock... Knock... Knock...

Click

Flure: "U-um…!"

Lato: "Excuse me."

Fennesz: “Flure? Lato? What is it?"

Flure: "E-err... By chance, we got some delicious banana muffins...! We thought we'd share them with you all! Uh, I believe Mr. Haures likes them, right? Oh well~! It's really just a coincidence~!"

Ammon: (F-Flure… That's so obvious...)

Fennesz: (He seems nervous.)

Lato: "Earlier, Professor Miyaji bought them for us. But apparently... It's for Mr. Haures…"

Flure: "Woah! Lato! Don't!"

Haures: "Hm? What's wrong?"

Flure: "Uh, well… Lato was trying to sneak a bite! Ehehe..."

Lato: “Oh, well? I'm only interested in parsley, you know? Why would you tell such a lie, Flure?"

Flure: "Oh, come on...! Be quiet! Lato! A-anyway, here are the banana muffins! Mr. Haures and the others can have them, okay? Well then, excuse me!"

Haures: "Flure... I see... Thank you."

Lato: "Hmph... I don't really understand... But... I'll take my leave too."

Click

Ammon: “We got quite lucky today ♪, getting all this stuff, huh?"

Fennesz: “Yeah, it seems so."

Boschi: “This whiskey is good too."

Haures: "...Indeed."

Ammon: “Oh! These banana muffins are very popular in town these days!"

Fennesz: “It’s true!"

Haures: "Is that so?"

Fennesz: “They say it's so delicious that there are long queues for it."

Ammon: “It's like an imaginary item, always sold out."

Haures: "I see... If it's that delicious, I'd like the lord to try it."

Ammon: “Uhm, well... That's a good idea, but..."

Fennesz: “Well, um..."

Boschi: “Geez... It's already late at night. The lord is probably asleep, right? You can't eat muffins when you're asleep.”

Haures: "R-right..."

Boschi: “Quit hesitating… if you get it already, let's eat right away."

Fennesz: “Yup... That's right."

Ammon: “OK ♪"

Haures: "Yeah... right."

Ammon: “Then, let's dig in ♪ Mmm! Delicious!"

Fennesz: “It really is! Delicious!"

Boschi: “Not bad..."

Haures: “Indeed… it's delicious."

Fennesz: “This goes well with whiskey."

Ammon: “Aight! Then, let's drink all the remaining whiskey!"

Boschi: “Oh... Sounds good."

Fennesz: “Yeah!"

Haures: “Hm..."

~ After a while ~

Boschi: “Snore… snore…”

Ammon: “Snore…”

Fennesz: “Snore… snore…”

Haures: (Everyone fell asleep… probably tired from consecutive tough training... They must be exhausted.)

Flutter

Haures: “Oh, something fell out of Ammon's pocket… A piece of paper...? There's something written on it.

'A surprise to relax Haures.  Cheer Haures up with his favorite food!'

This is... the lord's handwriting...? The extremely spicy hot pot too... My lord…  Hm... I've troubled them. I wonder if they're already sleeping?"

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#main story #*aknk

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Azul Ashengrotto Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 1

"A Moment with Azultsum I"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Mostro Lounge – VIP Room]

Azul: Fufu, I feel as though I've gained a greater understanding of this Tsum's cooking and decision-making skills…

Azul: And now that I've finished placing the additional preorders… I suppose I should start heading back towards the Lounge.

[Mostro Lounge]

Azul: Wh-What is going on!? The Mostro Lounge is completely packed!

Azul: It was well within my calculations that we'd have an increase in customers with the Tsum here, but… How has this happened so quickly in such a short amount of time…?

Savanaclaw Student: Hey, can't we get a seat yet?

Pomefiore Student: Hurry up, I wanna see that cute thing I keep hearing about.

[chattering]

Azul: The queue even extends outside the Lounge?

Azul: Hm? That's…

[Azultsum bounces around]

Azul: While I was off ordering supplies and ingredients…

Azul: The Tsum was instructed to stay near the storefront as our adorable mascot.

Azul: What are Jade and Floyd doing, allowing it to roam around as it pleases?

[Azultsum nudges a student]

Azul: The Tsum is pressing one of the Lounge's menus onto a customer?

Heartslabyul Student: H-Hey, stop it. If you keep trying to forcibly push me like that…

Heartslabyul Student: There's no way I'd be able to not order anything! You're too cute!

Azul: What?

Heartslabyul Student: Excuse meee! I'd like to order! Can I get a refill of my drink, and… Also a dessert!

Azul: What in the…

Floyd: Ohhh? Hey, it's Azul. What're you doin' just standing around while we're runnin' around all busy?

Jade: Oh, you've returned. I hadn't noticed due to our little café being much more swamped than usual.

Azul: Jade, Floyd, what is happening here?

Jade: I think you can clearly see what exactly is happening here.

[Azultsum presses a menu against another student]

Scarabia Student: Ah, yeah. The way you push that up against me like that…

Scarabia Student: It's too cute, dammit!  Bring me another drink―

Jade: We've had customer after customer become simply enthralled by how the Tsum eagerly presses the menus onto them with its tiny body…

Jade: Everyone is placing orders left and right, like you wouldn't believe.

Floyd: Yeah, and it's 'cause of that I'm super tired.

Floyd: And if we left Jade's Tsum out on the main floor, it'd prolly just ransack the place, so we had to put it to work in the kitchen.

Jade: That Tsum was so eager to assist us out here, too. It seemed so disappointed that its helping hand was slapped away.

Jade: But putting that aside, if we continue at this pace, we expect our sales to increase by 5 times the usual amount.

Azul: 5 times!?

Azul: True, when Floyd's Tsum was here last, sales increased threefold. Are you telling me that we've already surpassed that amount?

Azul: I should expect nothing less from a Tsum that bears my likeness. I am elated it has great business acumen…!

Jade: Isn't it quite an astonishing amount?

Azul: Indeed. This is a fantastic outcome! I shall have to heap praise onto that Tsum later!

Azul: If it would continue to generate such high profits like this, I would wish that we could keep my mini-me Tsum here forever.

Azul: Ah, and of course, Jade and Floyd. You've both done a fantastic job.

Azul: The increase in sales is all thanks to the two of you allowing the Tsum to do as it pleases!

Floyd: Ahah. It's so rare for you to openly and honestly compliment us like this. Must've been super happy, huh.

Jade: I'm honored by your praise. Incidentally, Azul, would you allow us to suggest something?

Azul: Suggest what?

Jade: We would like to entrust the ownership of the Mostro Lounge to the Tsum.

Jade: That is, in your stead

Azul: Wh-What!?

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland and @symphonyprincessuta.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst translation #twst tsum tsum

[sweetloleepop]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 7: Mister Yeager?

Synopsis: Being the good wife that she is, (Y/N) tried to deliver Erwin a folder.

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Additional Tags to be Added, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean, slow burn, infidelity

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Wordcount: 1.5k

The door opened and Erwin finally looked up.

“How’s it been, Erwin?”

Erwin’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect to see her right now.

“Am I not welcome anymore?” the person asked.

“No, that’s not it-” Erwin was cut off.

“What is it then?”

“I just didn’t expect you, is all.”

Erwin stood up and walked towards the door where his unexpected visitor is standing still.

“Come in.” Erwin spoke quietly, almost whispering. He looked outside his office before locking the door.

||

‘Pasta… I need pasta’ (Y/N) repeatedly said to herself while roaming her eyes through the grocery shelves. She’s currently at the grocery store, looking for stuff to fill their pantry. ‘Ah!’

“There you are.” She said to herself while grabbing a pack.

She looked at her phone and checked the pasta off her grocery list. It was the last in her list so she proceeded to the cashier. While in the queue, she looked around the shelves near the counter. There, sat a magazine with a red-haired woman on the cover. The woman has long curly locks and a skin as white and clear as porcelain, not a bit of freckle to be seen, how pretty. “Next, please.”

(Y/N)’s attention was caught by the cashier. She pushed her cart forward and placed her grocery items on the counter. The lazy beeping of the scanner and the quiet conversations from the other employees were the only noises heard inside the mini market.

After the bagger put her items inside an eco bag, she headed out of the store. The early 8:30am breeze whooshed and made their way through her hair, making them flow mid-air and give her nape a smooth and breezy touch. She took a deep breath, basking in the early morning breeze.

(Y/N) placed her bag of grocery on the counter, taking the items out, one by one. She organized the whole pantry, putting what to where they should be. Once she finished placing the items, she folded the bag and headed to the foyer. She placed the bag in one of the foyer’s drawers, putting it neatly amongst the other bags.

Upon standing up, she noticed a folder on top of the foyer shelf. Curious, she opened the folder and scanned its content. ‘Oh…’

||

(Y/N) contemplated for a good while whether or not to deliver the folder to Erwin’s office but as she thought about how important the folder might be, the more she had the urge to give it. ‘It might be important’ ‘he might need this today’ ‘what if his company relies on this??’ And so, she decided to get dressed and deliver the folder.

She headed downstairs and caught a glimpse of the kitchen. The angry grumble of her stomach reminded her that she hasn’t eat anything yet. ‘Maybe later’ she thought and proceeded to the door.

(Y/N) decided to call a taxi but upon waiting for a good three minutes by their yard, she realized that no taxi passes by and that she has never called a taxi before. She used to have a driver but after getting married, all of her helpers was left with her parents. Sigh. She walked her way to the park, watching people do their own stuff. She came across an old lady, ‘Maybe she knows how!’ (Y/N) approached the woman and greeted her.

“Excuse me?” she started.

“Yes?” the lady asked.

“Good morning. If you don’t mind, would you tell me how to get a taxi?” (Y/N) asked with a sheepish smile.

“Oh, of course!” the lady replied with a smile.

And with that, she made her way to Erwin’s workplace, thanking the woman for helping her. The trip was fine, the driver made a small conversation with her before he played the radio, quieting himself and letting the music play throughout their trip. (Y/N) sat quietly, watching the busy streets and people as they pass by. She wondered what it would be like to walk around a busy street such as that. Must be overwhelming. Or maybe fun. Maybe she’ll go out by herself some time, try to explore and do outdoor activities.

When the taxi stopped, (Y/N) payed the driver and stepped out of the car. The taxi driver drove off and there left (Y/N), staring at the skyscraper. ‘So this is where he works? I hope I got the right address, it’s the one written on the papers here.’ She thought, holding the folder close to her chest.

Pushing her doubts aside, (Y/N) proceeded to the building. She looked around and saw a logo behind what seems to be the main desk. She opened the folder, it has the same logo, now she is so sure that she is in the right place.

“Excuse me, is Erwin Smith here?” she asked the woman behind the desk.

||

A knock on the door caught Erwin off-guard. Shit.

“Who’s there?” Erwin asked, trying his best to sound calm.

“Mister Smith? It’s me.”

Erwin muttered a few more ‘shits’ before fixing his tie and opening the door. On the other side of the door, there stand Eren with two cups of coffee.

“I’m here with your coffee, sir” Eren said, offering Erwin a cup.

“You sure that’s not yet cold?” Erwin asked.

“Yeah, I just prepared these-”

“Why don’t you make me another one? Make it faster this time, hm? Thanks.” Erwin said before retreating back to his office, closing the door behind him.

‘Weird’ Eren thought before turning on his feet.

||

“No, Ma’am… I don’t think Mister Smith has a meeting with Mister Yeager today.” The woman behind the desk answered.

‘Mister Yeager…?’

“Uhm, who’s- who’s Mister Yeager…?” (Y/N) nervously asked. ‘I can’t be- I cannot have entered the wrong building’

“Mister Yeager is-” the woman was cut off by a deep masculine voice.

“Mister Yeager is me”

Both (Y/N) and the woman turned to the source of the voice. It was from a man. A tall, blondie with glasses. He wears a blue suit with matching tie. His blonde hair is neat and tidy, his expression is serious. ‘Kinda scary’ (Y/N) thought.

“Good morning, Mister Yeager.”

“Morning.” He replied to the woman before turning to (Y/N). “And who do we have here?”

“Oh, uhm. Me?” (Y/N) asked.

The man looked around and hummed, “No one I don’t know except you.”

“Oh, right. I’m (Y/N) (L/N)”

“May I ask what Miss (L/N) is doing inside my building?”

“You- your building?” (Y/N) is now sure that this building is NOT the one that she is looking for.

“Yes. This is MY building, Miss (L/N). I own and run the place. Now, I want to know, what are you doing here?”

“I was looking for someone but I think I entered the wrong building, s-sorry. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” (Y/N) said, almost mumbling. She rushed to the exit without looking back, leaving both the woman and that Mister Yeager amused. ‘That was soo embarrassing!!’

||

(Y/N) lifted her fork and brought the fried dish into her mouth. It’s delicious but her face failed to show how she feels about the food. She can’t stop thinking about her embarrassing moment earlier today. ‘They must’ve thought I’m a stupid woman’ sigh.

After (Y/N) exited the building, she continued walking until she reached a bench. She sat there panting for a few minutes, trying to forget about what just happened. After she calmed down, she looked around for a bit before calling a taxi and made her way home.

Erwin noticed (Y/N)’s seemingly disappointed expression. It made him curious, what made her look like that? He kept on thinking, it can’t be. Erwin found himself in a state of paranoia. His heart is pumping and his forehead starts to sweat just little. He can’t quite put what does he actually feel. Anticipation? Fright?

He decided, he can’t stay this way. He hates feeling like this so he took a few deep breaths and spoke, “I don’t think the fish is bad.”

(Y/N)’s head turned to Erwin’s direction so fast she had a whiplash. Her hand instinctively held her neck. She mumbled a little ‘ow’ before replying, “Really? Thanks.”

“What’s making your face look like that if you thought the same?” Erwin asked.

“Oh. It’s just- well you see, earlier this morning, I saw a folder on the foyer drawer and I thought it might be important so I decided to deliver it to you and then when I told the taxi the address written on the paper there and I arrived, it occurred to me that I entered the wrong building.” (Y/N) stated, sighing and slumping her shoulders.

‘She almost went to my office earlier.’ “Is that so?” Erwin, yet again, asked. (Y/N) hummed as reply. “Very well then, next time, make sure to just call my number.” Erwin offered. “Alright.”

||

(Y/N) is laying on her side, facing Erwin. He fell asleep an hour ago, it’s now 10pm. He looks very calm when he sleeps, it made (Y/N) feel light. Erwin seemed very stoic when he’s awake, always looking so serious.

She rolled a hundred and eighty degrees to her left, now facing the far wall. She closed her eyes, welcoming slumber…

“And who do we have here?”

He looked around and hummed, “No one I don’t know except you.”

“May I ask what Miss (L/N) is doing inside my building?”

“Yes. This is MY building, Miss (L/N). I own and run the place.”

“What are you doing here?”

#erwin x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan erwin #commander erwin #erwin smith #shingeki no kyojin #snk erwin #aot erwin #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke yeager #zeke #zeke jaeger #aot #snk x reader #SOSNSBSB

[glowingbadger]

Seteth and dirty talk? Him doing the dirty talk if possible ;) if You'd prefer to fluster him with dirty talk I'm all for it :D

I missed St. Cichol Day so I'm pushing this one further up on my queue to atone and get that sweet Seteth goodness in here for us~ I thought long and hard about how to do this one, since I always feel that Seteth struggles so much with even acknowledging and understanding his own desires, let alone expressing them aloud, so... what I'm saying is, I hope we're feeling ready to be verbally dominated by way of vaguely religiously toned lecture. With, like, a side of voice kink I guess idfk

Quick CW for the sub-dom dynamic here, but honestly, the way I write Seteth, that's practically a given lmao

Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader

Kink prompts list #50 - dirty talk

NSFW 18+

Perhaps, after a handful of blissful nights being disciplined and scolded in his bed, you should have expected your body would react to hearing that particular forceful tone in Seteth's voice. You'd happened to arrive at his office in the midst of what sounded like an especially firm lecture- even by his standards. It's not at all an uncommon thing to have stumbled upon, but now, your body responds in a way you hadn't been prepared for. Today, eavesdropping from the second floor hall, you can't help the flood of erotic warmth through your core, the thudding of your heart, the way your pulse races at the potent reminder of him bending you over his knee to admonish you. The response is fully subconscious- it's learned. Trained. For a moment, you almost manage to feel sorry for whatever student is at the receiving end of Seteth's wrath, but your instinctive arousal distracts you from any thought but the need for satisfaction.

"I expect you to reflect gravely upon your actions," his voice is stern still, but softening as you listen from beyond the oaken office door, "The future you build for yourself will be the direct consequence of the habits and morals you develop now in your youth. You would do well to correct these failings before they come to bring you harm. That is all."

By the time the thoroughly humbled student is excused and scurries past you and down the hall, you catch yourself biting at your lower lip, restless with desire.

You slip into Seteth's office, making sure to close the door behind you. He's already returned to his desk, his brow low and eyes focused on the nightmarish sprawl of paperwork before him. On seeing you, however, his irritable expression immediately softens.

"Ah- do you need something of me, my love?"

You smile, but gesture for him not to leave his seat on your account. Instead, you come to stand behind him, running your hands fondly along his tense shoulder muscles.

"Not in particular, I just figured I'd check up on you," he relaxes just slightly at your touch, "It's been a busy term, huh?"

"That it has," he sighs, his eyes never leaving the work in hand though he does lean back to you, "Would you join Flayn for dinner in my stead tonight?"

"She'll be cross with you for working late again," you lean forward, drawing your arms around him from behind his chair.

"I imagine so, yes," he replies with a bemused sigh. Pressing your body to his back, you let your breath tease the barely concealed point of his ear as you say,

"Maybe you'll even be the one getting lectured for once,"

His body tenses at the gentle sensation.

"I... had hoped that you hadn't overheard that unpleasantness before you arrived."

"Just a bit as you were finishing up," you kiss the shell of his ear, and feel his frame shudder in response, "But to be honest... I actually sort of enjoy getting to hear you being so stern and serious."

Seteth stiffens against you, his posture rigid and his face warming as your hands run along his chest. Still, he maintains a semblance of restraint.

"From what I'm told, it is not a rare occurrence."

"I don't mean your usual seriousness," you say with a laugh that flutters through his hair, "I mean, you know, more... Authoritative. Commanding."

Your teeth graze his ear, and you feel his breathing stall, his jaw tightening as he stifles a groan.

"Dearest..." he says breathlessly, "You... are well aware of my feelings on this sort of thing during working hours."

You hum playfully in reply, then slowly kiss a line down to the corner of his jaw.

"But you've been so busy lately, I've been lonely..."

Seteth clears his throat.

"I am afraid we will both simply have to be patient, my love."

The ironic impatience evident in the strain of his voice draws your lips into a smirk. Pressing yourself warm against him, your hands running along the firm muscles of his chest, you nuzzle the crook of his neck and say,

"And what if I simply can't wait to have you, Seteth? Not all of us can be as unshakably virtuous as you are, you know."

Seteth rises to his feet in one abrupt motion, wresting your arms from him. You let out a squeak of surprise as he seizes you around the waist and pulls you to face him, the back of your legs against his desk as he traps you between it and him. His gaze is full of fire and fury, but his words are unyielding,

"If you struggle to embody virtue, then you must learn it- and you will do so, by my hand alone."

"Seteth-" you barely manage his name, your fight and your breath both leaving you at once.

"I'll not tolerate a moment more of this wanton behavior, Y/N," there's that tone again- that forceful, uncompromising tone that already has your pulse racing and your body warming, "Perhaps you require a reminder of the consequences you stand to face."

You can't get a word out. You only nod.

Please. Please.

Seteth's hand at your chin keeps your gaze trained on him, his touch heated, yet anything but tender.

"You will await me in my quarters this evening, undressed and on your knees, do you understand? I expect to see you ready to bear your punishment with utmost humility and gratitude."

Again, you slowly nod.

"Answer me properly, Y/N."

There's a dangerous edge to his voice. His brow lowers as he looms over you, and you manage,

"Ye- Yes, sir."

"Very good." His expression is contemplative as a fingertip traces the curve of your bottom lip. "We will correct this shameful behavior, Y/N. If I must take you across my lap and strike you until you repent, then so be it. If I must use your lips and throat to train you in obedience, then I shall do so."

A tremor rushes down your spine, and you nearly whimper aloud. Those arresting green eyes hold you rooted to the spot as he speaks, his voice low but firm.

"I will discipline each and every inch of you until I see you trembling beneath me. I will bring you to the very brink of release to hear you beg and plead to me for mercy, and I shall grant you pleasure or withhold it as I see fit. You will worship until your body aches and you can think of nothing but your utter and complete submission."

Like a holy sermon, his words build until they wash over you, enter deep inside of you, leaving your face flushed and knees weak.

"Then, once I am satisfied with your penance, and no sooner," his gaze darkens, though his hand gently caresses your cheek, "then, perhaps, a Saint will hear and answer your prayers."

You're not certain how you're still breathing, let alone still standing. Your hands have steadied you back against his desk, but your legs feel unsteady beneath you. Still, despite it all, you force out a meek whisper,

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Apparently pleased with this reply, Seteth leans close and warmly, gently kisses your forehead. The sweet tenderness of the act is so deeply at odds with the lurid filth that's filled your imagination that you're not certain how to respond. You want to grab him by his robes and kiss him, want to beg him to pin you to his desk here and now, to fuck obedience and humility into you until the whole Monastery hears how good you can be for him. But that would not be in line with the type of punishment he has in store for you, would it?

"Now then, I am certain you have your own matters to attend to until I see you this evening," Seteth's tone is rigid and business-like once more, shaking you from your lustful daze. He returns to the seat at his desk as you watch him with a sullen pout across your face.

"Seteth," you practically whine his name, "That wasn't fair at all- how am I supposed to just go about my day like this?"

He glances up at you over the paperwork in hand, and says with just the barest hint of a smile,

"On the contrary, I can hardly think of a better way to begin your disciplinary training. I am certain that you can endure it graciously until we meet tonight."

#seteth #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #few3h #seteth fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #seteth x reader #fire emblem smut #kink prompts #dirty talk #voice kink #fire emblem x reader

[roxannepolice]

I'm having way too much fun with this... Let's call this snippet "How the Master reconciled with Martha's bloodline"

All things considered, the Doctor's relationship to the Jones-Smith household was pretty good. - Hey, kids! - he greeted them cheerfully. - Getting ready for New Year's Eve, I see? - Hi, uncle Smith, no relation to our dad - Leia sent the Doctor a short smile. - Kids? - the cashier raised their head. - Uhm... can I see your documents, please? - Our documents? Yes, of course, doing your job so responsbily! - Luke said and started patting herself across all pockets. The Doctor winced. The twins were mere weeks away from turning 18, and it seemed he made their New Year's Eve plans complicated at best. - Ah, damn, I must have left it at home! - Luke exclaimed, a bit too loudly for an honest legal adult. - Surely you can let it slip once, my dude, seeing as it's Chistmas time and all? - Uhm, sorry... - the cashier, who themself couldn't be much older than the Jones-Smith twins, said - I know the pain, believe me, but now you explicitly didn't show the documents when asked and I don't wanna get in trouble... Leia sent the Doctor a glare which, on his mother's face, once turned Sontarans' blood colder than it usually was. - Wait a sec, maybe I took mine - he tried, miserably. - Well, I will be needing to see it if I am to sell you th- - You don't need to see their documents - a levelled voice from over the Doctor's shoulder stated. - Excuse m?- - I said, you don't need to see their documents - the Master repeated in the same tone. The Doctor was staring at him wide-eyed. - I... don't... need to see your... documents... the cashier repeated, seemingly confused at their own words. - And you will charge them 30% off. - And I will charge you 30% off... - And add some party blowers as a bonus. - And add some party blowers as a bonus... - the cashier repeated, still confused, but obediently packing the celofane package. Jones-Smith twins paid for their (discounted) beers and slipped away in uncharacterstic silence. The cashier blinked a few times and smiled politely at the next customer. - Wh- - Would hate to see you make another generation of Joneses unbearably boring - the Master murmured and returned to his own queue. From that day on, at least two members of the se- Jones-Smith household maintained perhaps not friendly but utilitarianly cordial relationship with the Master.

#had to let the master do the jedi mind trick din't i? #doctor who #doctor who fanfic #doctor x master #thoschei #saxteen #old men tensimm #saxteen retirement au

[rivisions]

teacher’s pet. richard brown x fem!reader. nsfw

summary: professor richard brown has a student, innocent, smart. lightweight. it's not how he likes to see people living, and gives a bit of taste into the relentlessly, chaotic and careless life he lives.

A/N: i had an uncanny urge to write this after seeing the professor HAHAA. i'm pretty proud of this, it was supposed to be a drabble and i got very carried away. even if you haven't seen the movie, this shit is ROCKIN i promise ;) more works in the queue! cya guys next fic<33



warnings: tw drugs, tw alcohol, pet names, drunk sex, professor x student but not in the batshit creepy way, slight choking kink, reader is mad virgin, male and fem receiving and giving, (sorry he's a consensual head pusher), basically getting high and drunk and w/ richard!

your project wasn't going as planned in brown's class. you were stressed, and went to ask him a couple questions after class.

you didn't think too much of it, you had potential to impress people, you just didn't have much of an impressive life. and he did. you weren't entirely too sure how a one-on-one confrontation would go.

you hesitated, and knocked on his door, books in your arms.

"ah, yeah, come in", he called out from inside the room.

"hey, so i was just-", you were cut off to the sight of your professor rolling a joint. not something you really planned on seeing your professor doing.

"sorry darlin', some things.. can't wait", he snickered, and motioned with his head to the chair, implicating for you to sit.

"so, what do you got?", he spoke before leaning down to his rolling paper and licking a strip across it.

"i-i uhm", you swallowed, "i just need help.. with.. my project".

"help? what do you really need. i think there's something else wrong".

you looked at him, rather confused.

"what do you mean? i-i just needed.. i just needed help okay? look, it's fine if you're not willing to help i just-"

he cut you off. "no, i'm more than happy to help, i just think you haven't realized you're carrying the weight of the fucking world on your shoulders over a project for an english class. c'mon loosen up, okay?"

you looked up at him for a moment, and sat your books down on the floor next to the chair. he lit his joint and lifted it to his mouth.

"listen i just- i'm stressed about everything and i overthink it and- and i just don't 'let loose' and go to bars and get blasted like everyone else".

he stopped puffing for a minute, and looked at you, then leaned closer to you over his desk.

"sweetheart, that is no way to live. terrible, terrible fucking choice".

he motioned the joint out to you, smoke still coming off the roach end.

"i just- i don't know i've never done anything like it. i've thought about it, but maybe i should start with, i don't know, vodka and redbull or something?"

he snarled, "you really think vodka and redbull is better than a fucking line of mary jane?"

you laughed, rolling your eyes.

"fine, just.. just don't.. kill my ass or something i don't know".

you took the joint from his hands, and put it to your lips.

"i'm not out trying to get a murder charge, love. and please, if you don't want to do this, or you don't think you'll be okay, just.. let me know. understand?"

you nodded, and you didn't spend to long taking a hit, you weren't really out to get blazed in your professor's office. well, at first at least.

"yeah, like that, good, great. i've got whiskey and glasses in my cabinet, one second. don't drop that shit, not cheap".

you leaned back, putting it back up to your lips.

he came back with two glasses and a bottle of jack daniels.

"i have no evening plans, if you're parent's aren't too... blegh".

"no, no. i can just tell them i had.. tutoring? yeah?"

"of course. great excuse for it. and technically, you're right", he spoke lowly while pouring himself and you a glass and handing it to you.

"and hand me the shit back, i didn't plan having a two person use on it".

you giggled, leaning forward to grab the glass of whiskey he poured for you to take a small swig.

"so," you swallowed, "why'd you say i was 'technically right' with the tutoring excuse? what, you're gonna teach me how to roll a blunt?"

he sighed, taking a small hit, and leaning forward to you again.

"well i was, but, since you decided to be a dick, i'm just going to teach you how to have a bit of fun".

you rolled your eyes again, taking another sip.

"how so then?"

"well, you've learned two great methods already, so your a third of the way cured".

"oh?" you snarled, "what's the third way, huh? heroin or some shit?"

he smirked, "fucking christ no, i don't inject more shit into me than i need".

you looked slightly confused, still wondering what the third thing is.

he leaned back and tilted his head, looking down at his crotch, then pulling a phallic jerking off motion with his hand towards his mouth. you weren't so confused anymore, you were wide-eyed.

"we'll help each other, if you want. i don't have much fucking time, and you, obviously don't either, stressing your shit over a shit project".

"i-i have zero.. zero experience sir, i-i don't know- how".

"shut it, no. if you could figure out a fucking 10 minute speech you can suck a fucking cock".

you were thrown off, but honestly took it as a challenge. so you nodded, with an "yes sir".

you stood up, walked over to him, looking down at him sitting. that'd be the only time you ever looked down at him.

"you sure you want this?", he looked up at you.

"i do. i really do".

"good girl. get on your knees, huh?", tilting his head to the side, biting his lip, running his tongue against his teeth.

and you did as he said. you got down. and started to unbuckle his belt. he helped a bit, unzipping his pants, so you could get to work.

he ran his fingers through down your cheek, looking down at you with a cocky smirk.

you ran your tongue on the head of his cock, using the pre-cum at his tip to help lubricate.

apparently, it doesn't take much to please him, as his hands flew to your hair, groaning, letting his head fall back.

"ooooh fuck.. fuckkk, i told you, you're a natural".

you moaned into his cock, sending a vibration down his shaft, leaving him in literal ecstasy.

you took more of his length down your throat, and started bobbing your head.

his hands, still tangled in your hair, slightly pushed your head down, moaning out of sudden stimulation.

"oh my go-od you are so good for me, huh?"

"mmmhmmm", you moaned down his dick, and this obviously has a huge effect on him.

you kept your pattern, swift, fluid motions, up and down, only taking breaks for a breather and to leave lines down his shaft with your tongue.

"fu-uck", his broken moans started to hint that he was close.

you sped up, only a little, keeping your pace, until all you felt warm fluid fill your throat.

you pulled off him, struggling to catch your breath, with a red face and cum dripping off your tongue.

"mmm, thank you darling, it's only fair if i return the favor".

he got up, picked you up off the floor, and put you on his desk and took your pants off. he turned you so you were facing him.

"i'll make it worth your while, promise. you know i'm not the one to be wasting time", and he winked at you, before going down on you, kissing your thighs, leaving hickeys closer to your growing heat.

"ohh-hngh da-", you stopped yourself out of embarrassment, covering your mouth.

"no, no, what was that? go on, love", he took your hand off your mouth.

"no..i-i.. mmgh.. daddy ple-ease".

he looked up at you with a growing smirk on his face. he leaned up towards you, draping his hand around your neck, speaking huskily, directly into your ear.

"that's what i thought i heard, princess".

he went back down, moving your underwear aside, and going down on you.

he licked a stripe above your clit, and your head reeled backwards to the stimulation.

his tongue dug into your opening, stimulating your clit, gliding his tongue across your clit, gaining a few whimpers and moans from you.

it was pathetic, but he was so good.

his hands spread your thighs further apart as he worked his tongue into your cunt.

your elbows bent as you fell back more onto the desk, struggling to hold yourself up. his hand reaches up for your breast, groping you profoundly.

he didn't look up, except for once, and that was near your climax.

you were at the height of your climax, a whining mess, trembling in the arms of your professor.

he kept going only for a moment after, just for the overstimulation tease.

he leaned up over you to your neck, giving you small hickeys and kisses down your neck to your collarbone exposed from your low-cut v-neck top.

"my stress relief works doesn't it? feel better?", and he helped you clean yourself up and get off the desk and get dressed.

"absolutely, sir. thank you".

"of course love, you're welcome back to my office anytime. i'll open 24/7 tutoring for you".

"looks like i might really need some help with my english homework... next friday?"

"looks like i'll be here then, sweetheart".

#johnny depp x reader #johnny depp #richard brown #richard says goodbye #not sfw #the professor #richard brown x reader #richard brown x yn #x fem reader

[finniestoncrane]

So I just got back from a work Halloween party and I was thinking how would the rouges spend their Halloween?

Rogues On Halloween

Rogue Headcanons/Scenarios tis the season and all, i shifted this up the queue because i really liked it as an idea anon! 💜🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff:

riddler

guess which asshole isn't handing out sweets unless the kids can answer his riddle? this one. and he doesn't even have a good assortment of sweets, just weird sour apple ones. and later he has a halloween themed trivia night to go to, just to spoil the fun by winning as a team of one (because he's smart enough alone, not because no one wanted to go with him) costume: batman, but in a mocking way, it's not admiration! no he didn't already have the outfit, ok maybe the cowl...and...shut up

scarecrow

ah his most favourite holiday. so first up in the candy, which is in a bowl waiting for kids to help themselves, that way the lucky one who gets the piece laced with fear toxin is entirely down to fate. then, outside to stand in amongst the 10 or so fake scarecrows he has set up so he can jumpscare some poor unsuspecting trick-or-treaters, and then out to the cornfield to pose once again and ruin some teenagers' fun costume: the scarecrow, but from the wizard of oz, which is what he'll tell people who comment on his lack of costume

poison ivy

ivy is spending halloween at a fair where she's entering a pumpkin she grew in a contest. she's at a bit of an advantage obviously. but it's nice to spend some time with likeminded people who also treat their plants like their children. afterwards, she was going to head to the botanical gardens and prune the poisonous plants to get into the spooky mood costume: audrey II, but like a sexy version of her, in that she is wearing a giant round head on her body and has fishnets on

penguin

he's overseeing the costume contest at the iceberg lounge, where it doesn't matter how much effort you put in because the prettiest people always win. and then he'll make sure to head home in time to watch a spooky movie with a special someone, using any excuse to hold them as close to him as possible. he's perfect for hugging when it gets too tense costume: in a gesture he hopes means he'll get to the joke before someone else, he's just wearing a penguin onesie for the evening

harvey

harvey is spending his halloween at home at first, deciding whether his guests get a trick or a treat with the flip of his coin. a treat, you can have full sized bars or some money if he runs out, treat it's best not to ask. afterwards, he's out on the town finding people dressed up in "twin" outfits so he can take them both home. one for each of him hehe. costume: in a twist of events, harvey has gone as harv, and harv has gone as harvey, and it's fucking terrifying

harley quinn

it's spooky movie time, definitely something with a strong final girl moment, maybe where she beats the villain, to a bloody pulp, and maybe the villain is a clown? either way, she's going to eat so much candy she's sick, and you better be there to hold her hair back when the rainbow coloured vomit spews forth. and even though you're just sitting on the sofa together, she will insist that matching costumes are worn costume: you guys are going as her beloved bud and lou, cute little ears and faces painted too

#finnie writes #riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nashton #batman rogues #rogues gallery #q #scarecrow #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #harvey dent #two face #rogues #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley

[noodyl-blasstal]

okay perhaps: build a bear receipt, Mortified, perhaps to literal death, annnnnnd Barry :3

Did this get slightly out of hand? Who could say (me, it did.)

From this prompt list.

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Barry knew what Build a Bear was, well, conceptually. You went in, you spent an obscene amount of money, you came out with a creature - possibly one wearing sunglasses and a tutu. It hadn’t been a thing when Barry was a kid, not one his Mum could afford anyway. But now he was stood in one, overwhelmed, confused, and being pressured to make decisions quickly.

The type was easy, Beary Bluejeans had to be a bear. Tick tick, done. Or, it should have been done, but there were 18 different kinds of bear to choose from and no clear parameters for selection. Every single one of them was a sad deflated puddle of fluff, and sure, Barry could relate, but he also knew there had to be a right answer. Gifts were a test. Probably. Well, Barry thought they were a test, and he had never met a test he couldn’t worry extensively about. Lup probably wouldn’t mind, this was just a small gesture, a little joke between friends. She called him Bear, he was going to get her a bear with his signature jeans. Casual, fun, no one’s harbouring any massive crushes and may or may not be in love with anyone else. Lup saw him as a friend and that was fine. All good! What was not all good, was the crowd of children building up around him. He was finding this hard enough without kids bashing into his legs, all sharp elbows and whirling rucksack attacks. 

After intense deliberation he decided on a soft medium-brown teddy the shelf proclaimed was ‘vintage.’ Barry could relate, he was vintage too. The modern bears had intensely large eyes or fur that didn’t feel as nice under his fingers - this guy though, this little soft puddle could be him, could be Lup’s, he could be Lup’s… Another kid slammed their elbow into his knee and Barry staggered. How much did he actually need to be here? He could leave, he could put Beary down and go, Lup would never know, no one would know, he didn’t make any promises about doing this. ‘Man Incapable of Purchasing Bear’ would only be a headline in his brain. It might be nice to have a fun new failure to torture himself about at 2am when he couldn’t sleep? Something funky fresh to add to the flagellation rotation. Even as he entertained the thought he knew he wouldn’t do it. The gesture was good, the joke was good, it would make Lup laugh, he loved to make Lup laugh, it was worth some bruising. 

Barry finally escaped from the scrum round the toy pelts? Skins? It all sounded bad. He needed to stop thinking about it in taxidermy terms, but this sure was a skin without the meat. Build a Bear was taxidermy for babies and no one could tell him any different. At least he knew the next step, they probably weren’t working with armature, so it’d be stuffing. He had definitely walked past some kind of woolly slushy machine on the way in so he tried to retrace his steps. Did the shop actually need to be this big and this full of people? Maybe they should do adult-only hours where everyone could just pick their bears in silence and form orderly queues and not run into anyone else actually.

“Excuse me!” Someone tapped lightly on his shoulder.

“Sorry, was I supposed to pay over there? I didn’t realise, I thought I did it at the end.” He couldn’t call Lup to bail him out if he got arrested. He couldn’t ruin the surprise… also she’d want pictures, his mug shot would be on t-shirts, mugs, pyjama sets, pillows, he’d never ever live it down. “I’ll pay now here, let me just grab...” Barry nearly dropped Beary as he fumbled for his wallet, but he couldn’t afford to get arrested right now. The stakes were high.

“Oh, you’re not in any trouble Sir! You forgot to get a sound and you can’t forget your new friend’s heart!” She smiled so big that Barry didn’t dare ask what most of the words meant. 

“Ah, uh, okay… uh, where do I…?”

“I’ll show you, come with me! I’m Lydia.” Barry tried not to acknowledge the look on her face which clearly telegraphed This Idiot Can’t Bear.

“It’s fine, you can just, uh, point me in the right direction, I just need the stuffing and I should, ah, be fine.” Barry was going to expire on the spot and emerge a terrifying spectre, no one could grab him and make him keep doing bears if he was incorporeal. Lup probably wouldn’t mind, she’d probably think it was rad to be friends with a death spectre… in fact, Barry was fairly sure he remembered her saying something about it being cool to bang a ghost… huh… nope! He couldn’t follow that thought anywhere right now, because apparently he had to think about what sound Beary was going to make and also there was a heart and fuck fuck fuck. Lydia had definitely been explaining. Barry nodded enthusiastically, not wanting her to realise he’d been ignoring her, this wasn’t her fault and she had a job to do.

“Great, it’s 20 seconds. If you head to the bathroom it’ll be a bit quieter.” She shoved a contraption and Barry and nodded encouragingly. “Just speak clearly into it, and remember, 20 seconds. Once you’re done, come back and we’ll start the ceremony.” 

“Ceremony? I… wh…” She cut Barry off with a gentle shove towards the bathrooms. There probably wasn’t any point in arguing, he’d already agreed so apparently he was recording a message… a message for Lup. That was fine. He could do that.

Barry couldn’t do that.

Barry was seven practice recordings deep.

Barry was never going to leave the bathroom, he lived here now. If he didn’t record the message then it couldn’t be bad, that was just science. Flawless hypothesis.

He’d already tried something casual. “Hey Lup, it’s me, Beary. I think you’re Beary wonderful.” Bad. Awful. Terrible. D-, she’s never speaking to him again. Funny: “Bear with me, voice message loading…” also bad. Heartfelt… he couldn’t even think about what he’d said, he’d been rambling long after the 20 seconds were done. The bear noises had been fun, roaring in a toilet was a strange experience and Barry usually loved strange experiences, but this was absolutely not it. “Will you Beary me?” was great on the pun front, terrible on the we’re-just-friends-I’m-definitely-not-in-love-with-you side of things. Ghost noises almost won the day until he considered her accidentally rolling on it in the night and waking up spooked. The time he dropped the recorder and swore a lot while trying to pick it up was probably the best of the bunch.

Eventually he settled on Arrane Ben-Vlieaun, or, “the magic cow song” as Lup insisted. He found a corner next to the sink which seemed to have relatively reasonable acoustics and rumbled the first bit out “Cur dty vainney, cur dty vainney, choud's mish ta goaill arrane. Lhig yn curn nish goll harrish, lesh dty vainney my vooaveen.” There. That was probably fine. Lup sometimes got him to sing it when she was struggling to sleep, it made sense to pre-load it in Beary. He definitely didn’t have time for any more attempts, he was surprised Lydia hadn’t already burst through the wall like a terrifyingly peppy terminator.

She zeroed in on him when he emerged. “There you are! I thought you’d gotten lost, are you ready?” 

Barry hesitated, maybe he could try one more time… he pulled his hand back as Lydia reached out for the device. No, eight was enough, it had to be enough. The cow song was fine. He nodded and handed over the recording majigger. Lydia smiled even wider, Barry debated counting her teeth, she definitely had too many.

“Fantastic!” Lydia said, then set off towards the fluff box. Barry followed, there was no way off the ride at this point, he may as well keep his arms and legs inside the car. “Okay, so this is very important, we’re going to perform the heart ceremony.” 

Barry is fairly sure this is going to be different to the type of heart ceremonies in his books at home… probably? There definitely weren’t any ceremonial knives on display. “Okay?”

“You’re going to develop your special bond with your new friend…?” Lydia paused and looked at Barry expectantly.

“Beary.” 

“Beary. Huh…”

“He’s called Beary Bluejeans.” Barry added, thinking that might make her stop doing the squinchy face at him. It didn’t.

“That’s… super!” She said after a long pause. “So, we’re going to make sure you and Beary build a special bond and you always look after him and love him forever and ever.”

“It’s okay, we can just do the stuffing, that’s fine, I uh, I don’t need to, you know, do the uh, the bonding thing.” 

Lydia gave him a hard look. “We don’t send the bears home with just anyone, we need to know you’re going to look after Beary Bluejeans.”

Barry wasn’t sure he’d felt fear like this before… did he actually like Lup enough to go through with this? Was he scared enough of Lydia to do whatever she said? “What do I have to do?” He’d die for Lup, multiple times if necessary, and he was fairly sure Lydia would put him in the ground without a second thought - still smiling - if she felt he wouldn’t be a competent guardian for Beary.

Lydia solemnly handed him a small plastic heart. “This is Beary Bluejeans’ heart. We’re going to establish your bond now. Are you ready?”

Barry waited for further instruction.

“Are. You. Ready?” He wasn’t sure a polite tone had ever felt so much like knives.

“Yeah, uh, yes Lydia.”

Her smile was back. “Fantastic, take Beary’s heart and rub it on your toes so he’s totally awesome.” 

“I’m… what?”

“Rub it on your toes so he’s totally awesome.” Lydia repeated, then mimed the action. Barry looked longingly towards the exit, it wasn’t that far, he could probably just drop Beary’s floppy corpse and run. “Sir, on your toes, so he’s toe-tally awesome.” 

Barry bent over and ignored the rice crispies and milk noises his back made in protest. He swiped the plastic across his shoe.

“Now rub it on your cheeks so Beary gives warm smiles.” Barry didn’t think it was particularly hygienic to rub something on his toes and then his face, but who was he to fly in the face of the experts? He rubbed the heart quickly on his cheek.

“Rub it on your hip so he’s hip and cool.”

Barry was at least 90% Lydia was messing with him by this point. Barry wasn’t hip, he wasn’t cool, and he certainly wasn’t funky fresh. If Taako was here Barry could probably scoop up some of his vibes, but Barry certainly wasn’t a reliable coolness supply. Beary was going to get Barry’s clicky hip, lose all the street cred he’d earned in his short life, and say goodbye to his fuzzy charisma.

“Nearly there! Rub it on your arms so Beary always gives good hugs.”

Barry promised himself he was never going to return to Build a Bear, this was hell, Lydia was the devil. He swished the heart near his arm.

“Like you mean it, Sir. You want him to give good hugs don’t you?” Lydia sing songed, loudly enough for the line behind him to hear.

Barry quickly rubbed the heart more forcefully across both arms.

“Now spin around to make him magical!” Barry was not going to spin around, he was going to think heavy thoughts and let himself sink into the floor. He wouldn’t have to exist in this room or any room ever again, he wouldn’t have to spin around with a stupid anatomically inaccurate heart, or deal with the line of children who were probably staring and laughing at him right now. Floor Barry, Flarry, he’d never have let this happen. “Don’t you want Beary to be magical, Barry?” No. He wanted Beary to be finished so he could leave. But Lup, Lup would probably want Beary to be magical… fine. Fine! Barry was going to spin around. He shuffled in a begrudging circle.

“And lastly, make a big wish!”

Barry wished this was over. That he was at home. That he hadn’t decided to get Lup this stupid bear. He wished he was brave enough to tell her he’d been in love with her for the last 8 years and probably would be for the rest of his life. But none of these wishes seemed like something he should wrap up in Beary. Barry considered for a moment, then wished, and wished hard that Lup would like him. Beary… obviously. The wish would know who he meant, it didn’t matter how he phrased it.

“So lastly, I need you to promise to always care for Beary, and seal the magic promise with a kiss.” Lydia was dead behind the eyes, Barry could tell, no one could be this chipper, not for the 6 years her badge said she’d worked there.

“Okay.” Said Barry. There was an excruciating pause. Lydia looked at him expectantly. Was he supposed to say more? Were there proper words? “I promise to, uh, to, take care of you Beary?” 

“Are you asking, or telling?” Lydia said sweetly.

“I promise to always take care of you Beary.” Please let this be over.

“Now kiss his heart.”

This definitely wasn’t hygienic, not with all the rubbing and spinning. Barry decided to keep those concerns to himself. Lydia finally seemed satisfied, and instructed him on the foot pedal that would help him add the fluff to Beary.

They stuffed, fluffed, stopped for hug tests, and decided on the appropriate firmness. Barry could feel the heat in his face, but at least no one he knew was here to see it. Taako would never let him life this down. But it was fine, he was a 50 year old guy cuddle testing a bear which occasionally sang about milk at him in his own gravelly hum when he pressed the voice chip by accident and that was fine. Twenty entire seconds of excruciating singing while he waited for it to shut up and Lydia pretended not to be laughing about it. He was totally fine. 

Lydia deftly stitched up the hole in Beary and handed him back. “Now I’m going to shoo you off to the grooming station so you can get Beary all fluffed and puffed and ready for snuggles. Have a wonderful day now!” Her relief was palpable.

Barry fled as soon as Lydia dismissed him, maybe he could skip the grooming, he didn’t really need to do that, surely? Beary seemed fine.

“Over here Sir! I’m Edward and I’m here to help you get your new friend looking their very best.”

Barry couldn’t outrun him, Edward was at least 30 years younger than him and looked like he’d be able to tackle Barry before he could make it three steps. “Okay.” His voice cracked. Maybe this was hell? Barry couldn’t leave, there would always be another step and another smiling assistant to help him.

Edward pointed at a large fake bath which swarmed with children. “You can give your new friend a bath and then we’ll dry them off and get them combed nicely for you.”

“Jeans!” Barry refused, he absolutely refused to pretend to bathe Beary surrounded by children who were no doubt just as sharp of elbow as the first group.

“I’m… I’m sorry Sir?” Edward looked nonplussed, but Barry refused to get suckered into this one. Next they’d tell him he could get custom smells.

“I.. uh, thanks Edward, but Beary’s good, he doesn’t need a bath, see! Super soft. He just needs some jeans please, then I’d like to check out. Thank you very much for your help.” There, he was doing it, Barry was a guy who could say what he wanted.

“Oh, sure, no problem, the clothes are over here!” Edward grinned easily and indicated a towering wall of options. “Have a great day, you can register Beary there when you’re done.” He pointed at a large bank of computer terminals. Of course, of course there were more steps.

“Then I can leave?”

Edward frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I can pay and go, when I’ve done the computers bit?”

“Yeah?” Edward raised an eyebrow at Barry as if he was being insane, then remembered he wasn’t allowed to do that. “I mean, yes Sir, of course, the tills are just on the other side of the computer terminals.”

Barry grabbed the first denim he saw, shoved Beary into them at speed, tapped Captain Professor Dr. Beary Bluejeans esq.’s details into the computer terminals and finally, finally, smelled freedom. Beary was safely ensconced in his ‘house’ (which Barry was apparently allowed to colour in), Barry was handed a birth certificate, rinsed for more money than he anticipated, and finally allowed to leave. He blinked groggily as he emerged into the daylight. Barry was never ever ever returning to that cursed shop. Even for Lup. He could have sworn he’d lost years of his life wandering around that maze and trying to complete all the stupid tasks.

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Barry left the box on the doorstep, rang the bell, and fled. This was how friends delivered gifts, it was fine, in fact, Lup didn’t even have to know it was from him. His phone rang, Lup’s ringtone dragged his hand to his pocket before he’d even thought about it. 

“Hey Barold, what’s in the goth box? I love the paint job, flame decal door is going right onto my Lup’s Dreamhouse wishlist.”

“I… uh.” Said Barry, intelligently.

“I can see you fleeing down the street, wanna turn round, Bluejeans? Not that the view is bad from here. Wink.”

Barry wheezed down the phone, turned, turned back, and debated throwing himself into a bush. If she couldn’t see him she couldn’t tease him, right?

“Okay… You continue rotating, my guy. Lup’s cracking into goth house of wonder to see what you got me.”

“I… I, well, you see… It’s… er.”

“Barold… Barry…” Lup gasped for breath. “Barry, why… why is this bear wearing hot pants?”

“Yes.” Said Barry. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe if he explained? She didn’t understand how much he needed to escape by the trouser selection stage.

“The bear is wearing denim hotpants.”

“They’re blue jeans.”

“My guy, they are blue jorts.”

“He’s called Beary.”

“Beary Bluejorts?” Lup cackled so hard he had to move the phone away from his ear. He moved it back just in time to hear “I love him.”

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The Implicit Demand For Proof (13)

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Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language.

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“Hey guys let us have a look.” Rich from forensics said as you followed him into Bob Taylor’s back yard.

The two people digging backed off so you three could see.

“Two kids size department store mannequins with the heads caved in.

I just talked to our lab guys they told me all the blood we sampled from the plastic containers? Pigs blood.”

“Shit.” You remarked in disbelief. You had seen some shit but this was on your top 10 list of creepy things for sure.

You followed Rich and Loki inside the home, loki stopping to hold the door open for you. Ah so chivalry still isn’t dead.

You offered him a quiet “thanks.”

You and Loki followed him into the kitchen.

“It’s like he’s play acting. Case in-point: except for the few items ID’d by the Dovers and the Birches..All the kids clothes that we found still have the tags on them them.”

You were right- you were fucking right.

Queue ego boost in 3..2..1.

“And that maze book that we found- he made it. Photocopies. Pictures form this book we found in the attic. Ex FBI agent wrote that.” Rich explained as you and Loki leaned in over his shoulder.

“Finding the invisible man.” Loki read.

You hid your shit- eating grin by putting your hand to your face and resting it there. You were right. You knew it, and now Loki had his precious evidence to back it up. You had been quiet all morning, chalk it up to exhaustion or frustration with Loki -either would be a good excuse.

“OK, so he read the book and decided he was taken by the invisible Man. Now he’s doing his best imitation, right?”

“Yeah, he was doing his best imitation..killed himself last night.”

“How’d he do that? I thought he was in custody?”

Loki sauntered away from the counter at which you and Rich were standing, avoiding the question.

He looked at the scribbles on the kitchen wall.

“That means you were right, (l/n), holy shit. Tell him- tell Rich what you told me last night.”

Oh so now he wants to hear your theory? Where was his enthusiasm last night?

“My theory, now proved right, is he’s taking credit for someone else’s work.” You explained. “That he’s too disorganized for something of this scale. Couldn’t take one kid, let alone two.”

“Well, Dr. (l/n), I’d say the evidence definitely proves you right. The girls are still out there. Just keep knocking on doors and looking in windows.”

Before you could get another word in Loki was speaking again.

“Hey Taylor drew this.” Loki said pulling out the piece of paper. “Its a map to the bodies. It’s a map to the bodies! We found the same design on a pendant we pulled off the corpse the other day. There’s a connection. There’s a connection okay?”

“The connection is that it’s the last maze in the book. I did it, it’s unsolvable. There’s no way out. Your corpse is another wanna be who read the book. “ Rich said dismissively.

You walked away from where the two were standing, running your hand along the kitchen wall. A cold chill ran down your spine, Taylor’s home was disturbing to say the least, and yet you found yourself wishing that he could’ve gotten the psychological help he needed.

“but-but- How did Bob Taylor get those clothes? How did- how did- how did the parents positively ID those clothes?!” Loki questioned, now yelling.

“That I can’t reconcile.” He said, walking into the living area.

You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms. The question still stood- how did the parents identify the clothes? You’d been racking your brain all night to find a answer. You didn’t have one. Yet.

You looked at Loki and you knew that look; you could see the cogs in his brain turning.

He pulled out his notebook. You leaned in beside him to see what he was doing.

He flipped a few pages back.

In the house

window

-Open?

You both looked at each other and had the same revelation.

“The window!” You said in unison.

“The piece of clothing Keller Dover ID’d was a sock. One sock.” Loki said, holding up his index finger. “Maybe- maybe there’s evidence still there!”

“Let’s go” you said, heading for the car, David on your heels.

While en route to the Dover residence, Loki kept stealing glances at you.

You stared out the window, pretending not to notice.

“You can say it.” He blurted out.

“Say what?”

Either she was naïve, or someone who didn’t hold grudges. And Loki knew she wasn’t naïve.

“You can say ‘ I told you so.’ “

“Loki-“ you huffed.

“Look uh- I’m uh, I’m sorry. For last night.” He blurted out.

“I appreciate the apology, Loki.” You said. “I know we’re under a lot of stress and this case hasn’t made a whole lotta sense, But I want you to know that I’m not the type to say ‘I told you so’. It’s not helpful. To anyone.”

Loki stayed silent for a few moments for fear of feelings gushing out of him like a raging river. She was so nice and understanding and empathetic. He wasn’t used to others acting so kindly towards him.

“I really am sorry, (y/n), yesterday I was so caught up in thinking Bob’s suicide was my fault and that I had royally fucked up our only chance to find the girls.. I thought all hope was lost. When you offered me hope, I just couldn’t believe it.”

“Thank you for sharing, Loki. I know it’s not easy to let others in.” You said, satisfied to get a genuine emotional response from the man.

Loki smirked as he thought to himself.

She said that as if she’s not the reason I’m opening up. I’ve known O’Malley, Rich, and Chemelnski for years and ain’t never opened up to them. I don’t know what’s gotten in to me..well I do actually…it’s her.. her presence is..comforting.

“You should know that It was highly likely that Bob Taylor would have spiraled and become suicidal anyways or would have eventually gained confidence to actually kidnap someone.” You explained, hoping to ease Loki’s burden.

Loki glanced at you once again with an unreadable expression.

“Yesterday Keller Dover told me this was all my fault. That I wasted too much time watching him. It’s not Taylor I feel guilty about. It’s the girls.”

“We’ll find them.” You reassured him.

“You think they’re alive?”

You shrugged your shoulders “we can hope.”

The car pulled to a screeching halt in front of the Dover’s house.

Loki bolted out of the car and around to the back of the house. You not far behind.

Loki then jumped over the chain link fence with ease, and you followed, albeit a bit less graceful than the detective. All the days you spent doing nothing but office work were catching up with you.

You and Loki began to search the area, you looked for footprints, clothing fibers, anything that suggested Bob had been there.

There, in the mud, was your confirmation.

Footprints. You counted yourself lucky that they were still there, it had been wet and rainy the past week so the yard was muddy and slick.

Loki knelt down to the ground under the window, his eyes frantically searching the area.

He was a bit of a mess with strands of hair hanging down around his face and his five o clock shadow peeking through. He was so attractive it was almost unreal.

“Look!” Loki said, crouching down to dig in the bush.

Loki held up Anna Dover’s matching sock with a pen.

Your eyes grew wide. “Well, I’ll be damned.” You said, crouching down next to him.

You were perplexed as how Bob pulled this off without being seen.

“Hell, if Keller Dover was out and about doing God knows what and Grace Dover has been hopped-up on sleeping pills this whole time, he may have been able to slip in undetected.” You stated.

“Yeah.” Loki agreed.

“You got an evidence bag?” He asked.

“Fresh out.” You replied. You prided yourself on being prepared. But that didn’t mean you stashed evidence bags in your pockets.

“Got some in the trunk, also a camera to document the footprints.”

“Got it, I’ll grab them.” You said searching for a gate or break in the fence. Apparently the Dover’s didn’t believe in a gate of sorts, so you had no choice but to hop the fence again.

After retrieving the items from the trunk, you handed them to Loki before jumping back over the fence.

You hoisted yourself over the metal chain link, but the slick leaves and mud got the better of you as your feet were swept out from under you.

But just before you hit the ground, a pair of very strong arms caught you.

“I got you.” Loki spoke softly, bringing you back to a standing position.

“Thanks.” You replied, locking eyes with the detective.

Once again you and Loki found yourselves in very close proximity to one another, his hands were not leaving your body and you certainly were not complaining.

Out of pure instinct, you reached up to brush the fallen strands of hair from David’s eyes.

He immediately grew stiff at your touch, shocked at the sudden intimate gesture.

He took a step back, releasing his grasp on you. Though he instantly regretted it after seeing the look of rejection on your face.

He internally cursed himself…first time someone touched him like that in years and he freaked out.

Stupid

“Uh..” he stuttered, “sorry…I- uh..we should get back. Get a definitive match on these footprints.”

You awkwardly cleared your throat.

“No, yeah, we should.” You agreed, the barely noticeable waiver in your voice was like a punch straight to Loki’s gut.

He wanted to explain..It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my trauma, my past. I’m sorry. I want nothing more than to kiss you right now. But I’m scared.

But he stayed silent. And so did (y/n).

.

Back at the station, Loki was in the forensics lab with Rich comparing the footprints.

“Yeah they’re definitely a match.” Rich said confidently. “It’s the exact same shoe Taylor was wearing when night shift processed the scene in the interrogation room.”

“Alright, thanks”. Loki said and turned to leave.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

Loki stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

“(L/N)..you should tell her.”

Loki always prided himself on being able to hide his feelings, to push them down so far they didn’t show, but apparently he wasn’t as good at it as he thought.

“Wha-how did you know-?”

“Loki, I’ve known you for a long time.” Rich said. “It’s the way you look at her.”

“And how am I looking at her?” Loki hissed, putting his hands on his hips.

“Without the same scowl you have with everyone else.”

Okay maybe Rich was onto something. “But..but she’s going home to DC when the case is over. I-“

“Yeah. That’s exactly that’s why you should do something about it now. Washington DC is not that far from here; couple hours drive at most. She obviously cares about you, and besides…It’s about time you had something more than work in your life.”

Loki walked off without saying anything, too busy pondering the wise words Rich had given him.

Maybe he was right. Loki hadn’t felt this way towards anyone in ages. He had two chances to kiss her and fumbled each one. Keller Dovers’ words about wasting time echoed in his mind. With a sudden surge of confidence, Loki decided right then and there that he was done wasting time.

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Long time listener, first time caller. Any chance you could queue up Cake By the Ocean by DNCE? Would make my day <3

The beach was full of adults. The kids must be at school or something. It was lovely and peaceful as you lay in your chair enjoying the rays of the sun and the crash of the waves. Your phone streaming some music for you.

“What better thing to do today then hit up the beach! Listeners I hope your hungry for some cake by the ocean” the dj cheerfully introduced the track.

That famous little riff started. You bopped your head along to the beat. Upbeat with a good rhythm, you had forgotten how catchy it was. It was so catchy in fact you hadn’t notice all the people moving to the beat around you as it came to the chorus.

Talk to me, baby

I'm goin' blind from this sweet-sweet cravin', whoa-oh

Let's lose our minds and go fuckin' crazy (ah)

I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hopin' we'll eat cake by the ocean

Immediately the air on the beach became thick. It was the sexual tension. You looked around and it suddenly seemed like everyone belonged in porns.

The curves on the women. The enormous bulges on the men. It was getting so hot on the beach. Your tiny excuse of a swimsuit did nothing to hide how turned on you were. The only question was, who did you want to start with.

It didn’t talk long for a man in a cheesy classics 70s porno look came up to you with a huge titted black girl.

“My friend and I had a bet of who could make you cum faster? Do you mind helping us settle it?” She came right up to you, running her beautiful hand across your chest. She didn’t wait for the word yea, just a nod of your head.

She immediately removed the clothes in her way and she began racing towards your orgasm with licking and sucking. Beautiful sounds leaked from your mouth. You were unsure of how much time she tried for when the man demanded his turn. They went back and forth for a bit waiting for you to reach climax.

Around you on the beach, various people were sampling all the pussy and the cock they could find. The bay watch looking life guards were helping a MILF out by letting her sample what they had to offer. A tiny Asian woman was showing up all the guys with her amazing tongue skills on a hot coed. Every single one of them enjoying some cake by the ocean.

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