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jokeringcutio · 4 months

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Stepdad!William Afton x (f) Reader - Telephone Cable (WARNINGS, SMUT)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, stepdadxstepdaughter, while mom is away, (slight) choking kink, cockwarming, daddy's girl, unprotected s*x, creampie, daddy kink, praise kink, secrecy, Modern Day AU!, Henry giving William a call. AN: The first two paragraphs are a decoy. Underneath the read more is the real stuff. Based on this post

Sunlight peeped through the blinds, creating stripes of gold on the two intertwined figures. It was William’s favorite chair, so naturally, he’d sat down on that, drink in his hand, while the clock behind him ticked as he waited for your mom to go out.

The distant sound of her car became fainter and fainter. And then you and him were alone.

A smile spread on his face, showing straight teeth in a joyful but perverse way. A silent promise. And all he needed to do was pat his hand on his lap, and you came over to him like an obedient little pet.

~ * ~ You could feel the heat of his body against your back, the way his hairy hips rested against you from below. Your pussy squelched delightfully with each shallow thrust, and a low hum escaped his throat.

"You’re a real daddy's girl, aren’t you?" He whispered into your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin.

You’d been on your stepdad’s cock for a little over an hour. Just there to function as a warm cocksleeve around his shaft, until his cock had grown hard inside of you and your body thrummed with desire for more.

You bit your lip and tried to nod, but the movements made it difficult. So instead, you answered by moving your hips against his own, lifting yourself a little further off his cock before you sat back down again. Your hands were on his legs, near to his knees.

You could see your reflection on the inky black television screen.

"So nice,” William’s low voice sounded, his hands tightening on your hips before this grip loosened again. He kept your hips deliberately still, making sure he had full control again. The thrusts he gave were shallow, as if he wanted to draw it all out, making the pleasure last as long as possible.

“Still so tight," he grunted, The gentle thrusts were not enough to bring you to the brink, but deep enough to make you shudder and your walls flutter around him. You could feel the ridges of his veins, the hot flesh of hard erection as it was buried inside you, the head pressed snugly against your cervix, kissing your womb and leaking the first drops of cum.

“Think I can make you come before your mom is back?” you heard your stepfather ask, his voice hoarse with delight. His hand squeezed your right breast, hidden underneath yoru sweater.

His hips still only moved leisurely.

“I think I’m gonna fill you up before she comes home. Have you carry all my seed inside your womb while she prances around, not knowing Daddy filled up her little girl good,” the mental image sent shivers down your spine and you bit your lip again. “Would you like that, huh? Keep Daddy’s secret?”

Your heart raced, the threat of him coming inside you while your mom was away only made the moment more exhilarating. Still, his hips only moved slowly and shallowly. The itch inside your core begged for more. And so did you. "Harder, Daddy," you pleaded, unable to contain your desire as you tried to move your hips. But his hands tightened on your hips, keeping you firmly pressed against him. He stopped moving fully now.

“Do you think you are in a position to make demands?” came the rough voice of your stepdad. William let go of your right hip to push his glasses back on his nose, the frame pressing against the skin around his eyes.

You whimpered sadly, wishing he would pick up his pace and let you come. Your eyes went to the clock. Not long before your mom would arrive home. You’d been on your stepdad’s cock for a little over an hour, cunt sopping wet and his shaft coated with your juices. Yet, he never let you properly ride him or come.

You just hoped he would have mercy on you and decide to make you come before your mom arrived home. You wanted to have your fill. No. Needed it.

He might love edging, but you loved it more when your pussy throbbed around him and pleasure washed over you. Nothing weird about that, right? You thought you deserved it with all the things he made you do.

“Didn’t I ask you a question?” he wondered, though the teasing in his voice was evident. He just wanted you to acknowledge his filthy desires.

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned, eager to move your hips. He stilled them again, smacking the flat of his hand against your right ass cheek for good measure, an indication for you to keep still. Yet, your pussy squeezed around his cock, eager for more. You heard the gasp that escaped his lips - he wasn’t left unaffected.

“I’ll keep your secret Daddy. I won’t tell anyone that you filled me up. Won’t tell Mom. Just, please, make me cum.”

“Well,” William drawled, the fingers of his hands gently stroking past the soft flesh of your hips. “Since you ask so nicely…”

You bit your lip, prepared for the ecstasy that was about to come. But just as William tightened his grip on your hips again and the muscles in his hips tensed, his mobile phone lit up with an incoming call.

You growled in annoyance, throwing the screen a glare. The name that lit up on the screen was a familiar one and your heart sank. It was his business partner, Henry. He would never deny Henry. It might be something important, especially as Henry was at work today at the restaurant they both owned.

As predicted, your stepdad picked up the phone, still holding you close, and you were just incredibly grateful that Henry hadn’t started a video call but a normal audio one.

“I’m sorry, Henry, could you repeat that again?” you heard your stepdad say, frowning while he pushed the glasses back on his nose again. His other hand, still on your hip, forced you slightly up from his cock only to guide you back down again with a squelch. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. Suppose if Henry heard…

“It’s really hard to hear you,” a pause. “Could be… Henry, can you call the landline instead?" he asked.

Another thrust, deeper this time, hard. His cockhead bumped against your womb’s entrance, involuntarily slickening your core.

And then William put his mobile phone down, screen facing the table. You could see just in time how the call had ended and glanced at William over your shoulder to try and measure his reaction to it all.

His eyes were hidden behind glinting glasses, his expression hard to see. But then he frowned and grabbed your hips harder. Your stepdad snarled in your ear: "You better keep quiet. This is an important call."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation building as the landline phone rang. William picked it up, and you noticed how the cable of the phone brushed against you, sending another shiver down your spine. Glancing over your shoulder you saw he must have noticed it as well, eyes focused on the cable.

He hooked the phone between his chin and shoulder, using both hands to guide your hips up and down until he found the right pace and angle.

"Hello, Henry," William said, his voice steady despite the situation. Your mind swirled with thoughts of what might happen next, the danger of being discovered only heightening the thrill. But you knew you had to keep quiet, not wanting to ruin this moment or jeopardize his work.

"William, we've got a problem at the pizzeria," Henry's voice crackled through the phone. "One of the arcade games is on the fritz again."

Thrust. You brought your hands up to your lips, covering your mouth with both of them as your stepdad decided that this was the perfect moment to properly start fucking you.

After being inside of your warm cunt for so long, this was the time. When you had to be quiet.

You silently cursed him inside your mind as he picked up a pace. The position in which you were in enabled him to hit you deep inside.

"Which one?" William asked, his voice steady even as he wrapped the telephone cable around your neck, surprising you. Your eyes flew open wide, hands darting from your lips to the cable. His strong hand pulled, tightening the cable around your neck, cutting off your flow of oxygen ever so slowly. You gasped as he forcefully made you ride him, guiding your movements with his hips and the grip on the phone cable.

"Whack-a-Mole," Henry replied. Slick sounds came from where your hips met, where his cock moved in and out of you with force. "It's been acting up all week, and I can't figure out what's wrong with it."

"Did you try resetting the system?" William inquired, gently tightening the cord around your neck. You struggled to keep your breaths quiet, focusing on the sound of their conversation.

"Of course I did," Henry sounded exasperated. Your cunt clamped down on William’s cock and you bit your tongue from crying out. Behind you, William transferred the cable of the phone to the same hand he was holding the phone in – not only tightening the cable around your neck but also leaving his left hand free.

That free hand circled you to rub against your clit, making you writhe on top of him as you tried to suppress a moan. Your walls started to flutter helplessly around his shaft, and he closed his eyes and nibbled on his bottom lip in reply.

"It worked for a while, but then the problems started up again."

"Sounds like a short circuit," William suggested, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he watched your eyes widen. "You'll need to open it up and check the wiring."

Thrust, squelch, thrust. Your breasts bounced underneath your shirt as he picked up the pace – no bra as requested. You felt your face flush in embarrassment, praying that Henry did not hear the wet noises that filled the room, and grateful that phone calls with smell hadn’t been invented yet. The room smelled heavily of musk, of raw intercourse and hot slick.

His fingers against your clit roughened, increasing the pace until his index finger slipped forth and bumped against your slick hole and his cock. And then his touch subsided, just in time to prevent you from coming.

You subdued a groan in annoyance. Nearly there, you thought. But the promise that he would make you come still lingered.

"All right, I'll give that a shot," Henry agreed, though there was a brief pause in which William’s hips didn’t move forth, but instead circled, stirring his cock - like a wooden spoon in soup - inside of you.

You gasped at the sensation, your hands loosening the grip on the cable and grabbing air instead as you threatened to fall forward. The cable pulled you back, the only thing holding you upright on your stepdad’s lap.

And then, with a devilish grin, your stepdad pressed his hips against you again with a loud squelch. His cockhead bumped against your cervix, eliciting a yelp from your lips. Although not loud, it obviously had been loud enough.

"Is everything okay over there?” Another pull on the cable took your breath away, preventing any more sound. Somehow, the suffocation was just enough to tip you over the edge. Stars started to cloud your vision, your walls clamping down hard on your stepdad’s cock.

Tears formed in your eyes as your stepdad humped his hips against yours, cock pressing against that delicate spot deep inside while you came.

You actually came.

The grip on the cable loosened and you brought your hands to your lips again to keep from crying out, walls trembling around William’s cock as your body was submitted to wave after wave of orgasm.

It felt so good.

And he didn’t stop or show mercy. He just kept fucking you as if he wanted you to betray your secret tryst.

“It sounds like there are some...odd noises. Are you playing with one of the new animatronics, hmm?" Henry said, indicating that William had promised to work on a new animatronic for their enterprise.

William grinned. “Perhaps,” he teased, another particularly hard and deep thrust. It betrayed that he was near now as well. That, and the hoarseness that crept into his voice.

"But you will have to wait and find out," William lied smoothly, giving the cord a playful tug. Your body reacted accordingly. "Don’t worry. My day off is well spent."

"Okay, if you say so," Henry said, still sounding a bit suspicious. "I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks for the help, William."

"Anytime, Henry. Good luck," William replied before hanging up the phone.

As soon as the call ended, he removed the cable from around your neck, leaving behind a faint red mark. His hands went down to your hips, forcing them up and down. Your tight walls were forced up and down his shaft, clamping down like a vice. His breathing increased.

You muttered nonsensical things, all soft whispers as the overstimulation was getting too much.

“Almost,” your stepdad mumbled, “almost, there, baby girl, almost,” and with a loud groan he came with one firm thrust deep inside.

You felt your body tremble as you came down from your high, breath returning to you as your pussy pulsed softer and softer around his throbbing cock.

Hot liquid coated your walls. And then there was silence. Just the ticking of the clock.

You moved gently on top of him, turning to face him over your shoulder and placing a petite kiss on his lips. His blue eyes were fixed upon you, following your gaze with affection. You knew he would deny it if you asked him, but he truly cared about you. This was more than just a primal hunger for sex. Your stepdad loved you, and you were starting to feel the same.

More and more with each day.

"Thank you, Daddy," you whispered, flushed and breathless from the exhilarating experience. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to the top of your head, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Get dressed," he ordered firmly, his eyes glinting with a hint of danger. "Your mom will be home soon."

You obeyed without hesitation, standing up on trembling legs. His cock, for the first time in nearly two hours, slipped free from its confines: you.

It felt odd after having been filled for so long. You knew your stepdad loved to be close to you and to enjoy your warmth for as long as possible. And quite often that wasn’t long enough. It was why he wanted you to sit naked on top of him – whether just with your pants off or skirt flipped up, or perhaps naked in full. It didn’t matter, as long as he would be inside of you.

At first, you had thought it weird, but exciting. Now, you’d grown used to it, and you loved the feel of his stretch. You missed him when he was gone.

Slipping your panties back on, you made sure that William could see the evidence of his actions. The sticky cum that slipped out of you was dripping on the fabric of your panties, coating the crotch of your panties like paint. You left them deliberately halfway up your knees, waiting for all of the sticky liquid to have left your folds. Once the dripping stopped, and most of it had collected in your panties, you slowly pulled them up and pressed William’s hot cum against your core once more. As if your body could absorb it like this a second time.

Once your mom would be home, those panties would still be on, and your stepdad would still be inside and against you. He growled appreciatively, a predatory smile curving his lips.

"Daddy's good girl," he murmured, just as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached your ears. Both of you glimpsed outside, hidden by the blinds, to see your mom step out of the car, a bright smile on her lips. Your stepdad turned to you, flicking a knuckle of his fingers gently past your cheek; an affectionate gesture.

His blue eyes slid down to your now-clothed cunt, knowing his cum was still there. Then, William quickly left the room. You hurried to make yourself presentable, running a hand through your disheveled hair before retreating to your room, pretending as if you'd been there all along.

When your mom opened the door, you were behind your desk working on an assignment that needed to be finished soon. You smiled up at her, innocently. “Hi Mom, how was your day?”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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Steal Your Heart (Part 1)

When the calling card of the infamous Knave of Hearts arrives, he’ll rob his victims blind of their most treasured items on the appointed date. Enter ace detective Yuu accompanied by rookie cop Deuce Spade, both seeking to apprehend the Knave and bring him to justice.

Will they succeed, or will the phantom thief steal their valuables--and their hearts--first?

This was originally meant to be one fic, but it was getting to be WAY too long. I decided to split it in half and release this part now and the second part (which I am still working on!) later. This first part focuses more on Yuu and Deuce; the second part will be more Yuu and Ace.

(Please note: there are slight romantic implications in the form of an Ace/Yuu/Deuce love triangle, but those elements could also be interpreted as platonic or as just playful teasing with no additional meaning. It’s all in the eyes of the reader!)

Imagine this...

The police station’s waiting room was a familiar sight.

With time, the shiny checkered floor had grown matte, marred with scratches and scuffs from the boots that crossed it on a daily basis. Someone had taken to attempt to pretty up the otherwise dull space by hanging out abstract paintings on the cream-colored walls, and a vase of white roses dripping with red paint at the check-in desk. There was as even a glass tank which housed a small family of colorful hedgehogs.

Maybe they were meant to be welcoming—but really, they were more clashing than anything. Certainly not a fit for the stiff atmosphere of the station.

Still the fluorescent lightbulbs buzzed faintly, flickering in and out on occasion. The sound distracted from the old television mounted in a corner to entertain guests. It seemed to play commercials on a loop more often than it played actual shows. Currently, an Olympus Corp. branded tablet was being toted as the next big technological marvel—though the TV’s audio was fuzzy at best, and the image half static.

A coffee table pushed to the wall, stacked with a new stash of magazines. Whoever updated the reading materials—most likely the friendly senior officer with orange waves for hair—was into the latest trends, often selecting fashion magazines with high gloss finishes. A dangerously beautiful man graced the covers of many of them, dressed in the hottest summertime styles while looking the part of an untouchable ice queen.

As usual, the station was scented with coffee and tea, the beverages of choice for many officers burning the midnight oil or working overtime. The chief demanded it at times to meet deadlines and goals—he was such a stickler for them—and the caffeine helped those under him stay sane as they went about their duties.

In the afternoons, most were either out on lunch or on patrol, lessening the foot traffic at HQ. There was only one man in uniform, seated behind the desk and filing some papers.

Yuu shifted in their own chair, adjusting the rim of the baseball cap upon their head. They were suited in an inconspicuous jacket and sneakers, fingers toying with a badge in a pocket, hidden out of view. To the common man, they were a jogger--but one flash of their lilac gemstone bound to a black and white striped ribbon, and there would be no doubt as to what their true identity was.

The smell of coffee and tea grew stronger, and Yuu glanced up from behind the bill of their hat.

The bespectacled man from behind the fro

nt desk had approached. He had a sheepish smile, bearing a paper cup filled with hot brown liquid and a napkin with a donut laid upon it. Bright pink icing dusted with sugared violet petals crowned the golden fried pastry.

“Detective.”

“Mr. Clover.” Yuu nodded—a terse, polite greeting. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Please, just ‘Trey’ is fine.” He offered the treats, which they readily accepted. “Sorry for calling you in on such short notice. I’m sure you’re busy juggling your other cases—but I think I speak for the entire department when I say we’re thankful that you were able to make it.”

“No worries, I’m used to it in this line of work,” Yuu replied. “It must be something pretty urgent this time around. The Chief sounded frantic over the phone.”

Trey rubbed at his chin, grasping for the right words. “Let’s just say he’s not in the best of moods right now. You’ll need that sugar to get through this in one piece.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Just trying to avoid any trouble. You’d better finish them before you step into his office. You know how he hates it when there are crumbs or spills in there.”

“Aye, aye, sir.” Yuu gave a joking salute before starting to pack away at their snack. The drink was the instant kind, and practically scalding, but it was easy to tell that the donut was homemade. The pastry, flaky on the outside and fluffy on the inside, dusted with sugar granules and sweet icing. “Wouldn’t want the Chief to be blowing a fuse again.”

“No, definitely not. He’s done too much of that lately.” Trey carefully eyed Yuu’s donut, now only half of it left. “Oh, but be sure to brush your teeth a thorough cleaning tonight, or I might have some problems with you. Cavities and staining are real dangers, you know.”

“Are you Assistant Chief of Police or my dental hygienist?” Yuu took a generous swig, then a bite just as big. “You worry too much about everything.”

“Ahahah… Do I? It’s a habit, I guess. Comes with the job.”

“That stressful, huh?”

“Well, I do what I can to smooth things over. Hopefully you can too. It’s been difficult on our department with the Chief all rattled up about the… situation.” He stopped himself. “I’m sure you’ll hear all about it from him.”

So the case is top-secret, Yuu concluded with the last of their donut. Not to be discussed in the public.

They ran their tongue across the length of their mouth, lapping up the remains of sugary residue. “I understand. The details are not to leave his office.”

“You catch on quickly. No wonder why the Chief thinks so highly of your abilities.”

“Flattery’s a part of your tool kit as well, Trey?”

He raised his eyebrows. “… You’ve worked long enough with us to figure these things out. Nothing gets by you, it seems.”

“UGIGIGIGIGGGGHHHH!!”

The remainder of Yuu’s drink sloshed around in its cup, set into motion by the bloodcurdling scream.

A familiar man with orange waves erupted from the chief’s office, hurriedly slamming the door shut behind him. His typically relaxed features were arranged in panic, his hair frazzled.

“How did trying to calm him work out, Cater?” Trey inquired half-heartedly. It was a courtesy more than genuine curiosity.

“What do you think?” the senior officer groaned, sinking where he stood.

Yuu quickly finished their drink, tossing their trash—the evidence they had been there—away and then stood, adjusting their jacket. “That sounds like it’s my cue.”

“Yeah, it is.” Trey sighed, frowning. “He’s in a tough spot right. Be kind to him, will you? That’s all I ask.”

“You got it.” Yuu tipped their baseball cap as they passed the officer. “Thank you for the pick-me-up. I’ll be seeing you, then. Officer Diamond—get some rest.”

“Good luck.”

“You’ll need it, Yuu-chan! Brace yourself.”

The Police Chief was a small but serious man.

His character came through in his office space: books on law and order neatly arranged on shelves, papers and files alphabetically organized in their cabinets, and pens evenly spaced apart and arranged in rows. A crystal vase with deep red roses was poised beside his writing implements. A plate polished to a fine shine was propped up at his desk, reading: Riddle Rosehearts, Chief of Police.

Perched imposingly despite his short stature in his seat, he impatiently tapped a finger on an arm. Riddle’s face was a telltale red and veiny, proof of his earlier outburst, but was beginning to cool into a faint, smooth pink.

There was already another man in the office, sitting across from the Police Chief. He was pale and jittery in a suit the color of the night and sewn with blue sequins and glitter. A top hat rested upon his raven locks, the brim of it shading his hauntingly golden eyes.

Yuu removed their hat and, keeping it to their chest, gave a shallow bow as they entered. “Sir.”

One move out of line, one hair out of place, and they suspected he, in his volatile and vulnerable state, would explode anew.

“Welcome, Detective. I’m glad you could join us today.” Every word was a gruff puff of air, a leash with which to wrest control of his rage. Riddle gestured to the empty chair beside the nervous man. “Sit.”

Yuu obeyed, sinking into the seat offered. They casted a glance at the stranger adjacent to them, who was fiddling with his velvet-lined gloves.

“Mr. Crowley, this is the independent detective from Stray Cat Investigations that I had previously mentioned to you. The force has collaborated with them for a number of difficult cases in the past. Their wit and strategic skills have made them an invaluable asset. I thought it prudent to have them return to join us for your case as well.

“Yuu, meet Dire Crowley. He is the esteemed director and curator for the Sage’s Island Museum, and he’s come to us with his woes.”

“Hello, Mr. Crowley,” Yuu said politely. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He responded with a tired attempt at a smile. “Yes, you too.”

“Now that we’re all acquainted with one another...” Riddle produced a file from beneath his desk and placed it before himself. “Do you care to explain, or shall I?”

“I-I’ll elaborate!” Crowley crowed. He picked at a collection of keys belted to his waist, glistening gold under artificial lights. “The Sage’s Island Museum is planning a new exhibition on the Great Seven. As part of the exhibit, we are having many priceless artifacts flown in from all over Twisted Wonderland. We have donations from even Briar Valley’s royal family!!

“There will also be a great number of important VIP guests present for the grand opening of the exhibit. Royalty, wealthy benefactors, important diplomats, businessmen, celebrities... All individuals who wish to see their history on display! This is very important, you see!! M-My reputation--er, I mean, the museum’s reputation--is on the line here!!”

“Right.” Yuu nodded as they parsed through the information. “I’m following what you’re putting down. And where does your problem arise, Mr. Crowley?”

“Ah, now that,” Riddle smirked, “is the question of the hour.”

He opened his file, pulling out...

A single playing card, its back facing Yuu.

“I trust you’ve been keeping up with the news?”

“As any good detective would. There have been several robberies lately. Terrible, really.” Yuu’s expression clouded with concentration. “Hmm... but if it’s a potential robbery that you’re concerned about, Mr. Crowley... Doesn’t the Sage’s Island Museum boast a state-of-the-art security system from Olympus Corp.? I doubt the average thief would be able to bypass it.”

“That’s just the trouble,” Crowley loudly lamented.

“We are dealing with no ordinary thief,” Riddle clarified.

“It’s not?”

“No. Far from it.” The Police Chief exhaled sharply. “The string of robberies from before--they’re connected by a single thread, perpetuated by the same lone culprit. And now that scoundrel intends to continue his crime spree.”

“I’ve never heard of this before.”

“You shouldn’t have. It was a top-secret operation within my force since the first of its kind.”

“Why am I being told of it now?”

“Because, loathe as I am to admit it, the culprit has managed to outwit us and elude capture each and every time, He employs a bag of cheap parlor tricks and smoke and mirrors like the coward he is,” Riddle confessed begrudgingly. The blue-grey of his eyes were steely and stubborn. “A case as important as this needs the additional man—and brain—power, Detective.”

He placed the playing card down and slid it toward the detective. “This arrived in the morning at Mr. Crowley’s desk, the same as all the prior robberies. It gave him quite the fright. He rushed all the way to the station to beg for our assistance.”

“This is...” Yuu gingerly turned the card over, revealing a message scrawled on the other side in bright red gel ink. Each letter was big and bubbly, bursting with cheek and pomp.

Their heart jumped.

To the Old Crow that safeguards the Museum,

Heyo~

Your pockets look a lil’ heavy there, so I’ll help you out. (Aren’t I so kind?) Three days from now, I’ll claim one of your most prized treasures at the stroke of midnight.

Stand back and watch as I perform the greatest magic trick you’ll ever see... and make the portrait of the Queen of Hearts vanish before your very eyes. It’ll be a show-stopper!!

Until then,

Phantom Thief Knave of Hearts <3

P.S. Send the cops my regards, they can’t catch me lol (especially when their teapot tyrant’s patience is in SHORT supply geddit)

“They’re just flat-out announcing what their intentions are,” Yuu realized. They were half impressed, half shocked at the gall. “You said all of the victims received messages like this?”

“Calling cards, yes.” The fury had returned to Riddle’s features, causing his voice to spike and strain. “It’s infuriating!! What does he get off on, misappropriating magic as cheap parlor tricks for crime, writing notes in such a cocksure manner, taunting us to pursue him?!

“Not only is he poking fun at my height and committing a crime, but for mere SPORT?! For the THRILL of it?! He’s making a mockery of the good people of this island and of my men and our efforts to secure the peace!!”

The Police Chief slammed a fist down on his desk, rattling his glass vase and setting his perfectly straight pens askew. Crowley shrunk back in fear. “That Knave of Hearts...!! He must be stopped at all costs!!”

“Y-Yes, absolutely!!” Crowley chimed in. “For my--er, I mean, for the museum’s sake, this criminal must be put behind bars!! That’s why I’ve come to you, my good people!

“My taxpayer dollars help fund the police force, so I’ve come to collect on what its promise to protect and to serve the community!! Well, here’s the community at your doorstep asking you to protect and to serve!!”

“That’s why you want to put me on this case,” Yuu concluded, clasping the calling card to their racing heart. “To prevent this from going down tonight.”

“And furthermore,” Riddle added, “to investigate the identity of this so-called phantom thief once the museum is safely secured.”

“That’s a tall order, sir.”

“You’ll have access to our force’s resources, and to my officers. You will assist in overseeing this operation, with maps and outlines of the museum’s security detail from Mr. Crowley. We’ll cooperate to create a plan of attack to apprehend the Knave.”

“You misunderstand me. I never said I wouldn’t take the job,” Yuu coolly informed the Chief. Their mouth cocked upwards with confidence. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

“Oh, blessed day!! From the very bottom of my oh-so-generous heart, thank you very much!!” Crowley cried tearfully.

For the first time the entire briefing, Riddle smiled back at Yuu. “Hmph. That’s what I like to hear. Happy to be working with you again, Detective.”

“Likewise, Chief.”

The sun had already set when Yuu exited the station, the stars blinking into existence. Several hours had been spent picking the museum curator’s brain with a fine-toothed comb, looking over layouts, and memorizing security detail. The information had been well-stocked, and now came the time to let it marinate and bloom into plans.

Stuffing their hands in their pockets, Yuu shuffled down the sidewalk and past rows of parked vehicles. Ahead, neon lights flashed in and out, and the trains rattled on their well-worn tracks, buses and cars honking at each other, the chatter of street vendors filling the air.

And something different than the usual tonight.

The city never slept, always buzzed with energy. Yuu had become accustomed to its sights and sounds, finding them even comforting. Their best ideas were conceived against the hum of the cityscape. It was just soft enough to not fully distract, but just noticeable enough to tug at their thoughts for long enough to stray into new territories and concepts.

Light from lonely streetlamps created tears in the darkness, illuminating the path to their favorite downtown thinking spot: the Mostro Lounge. A good (albeit overpriced) drink would chase away their tiredness.

Yuu continued with that promise in mind, every step catlike. First quick, next slow, then quick, moderate, slow, quick, slow, quick, moderate. Their speed, ever alternating.

Their ears strained against the sounds of the city, slowly parsing through the individual elements.

Trains, buses, cars, chatter… and the soft footsteps masked by them. Footsteps which matched Yuu’s pace.

There was no mistaking it now.

I’m being followed.

They didn’t look to see who it was—the first rule of tailing a target was to never alert them to your awareness. Yuu would know (as oftentimes they were the one in the position of tailer).

They cast their eyes across the street, which was busy with bodies. Once Yuu merged with the crowd, they could easily shake off their stalker.

Their feet picked up their pace again, hurrying to the crosswalk. It was a glaring red, advising pedestrians to stop.

Shoot, Yuu cursed.

They felt a presence step up beside them. From the corner of their eye, they could make out a dark form--clothes. Yuu pretended to check the time on their phone, and glimpsed him in the reflection.

He was in a hoodie, with the hood pulled up and head down to conceal his features. His hands, too, were out of sight, a sea of baggy fabric hiding identifying features, save for his frame. Lanky, but reasonably packed with muscle to keep up with Yuu.

The man shifted, and his sight grazed theirs. His eyes were hard and icy, a silent threat.

Yuu quickly focused on the crosswalk light. Their heartbeat became as loud as the surrounding sounds. Screeching above the vehicles, shouting from the rooftops. THA-THUMP, THA-THUMP, THA-THUMP.

At last, the light turned from red to white.

Walk.

They started--and so did he.

“Excuse me.” A hand came upon their shoulder. The other pulled at something with a sinister glint. “Do you have a second?”

No walking, Yuu corrected themselves. Run!!

They sprinted down the crosswalk, jostling pedestrians with a hasty “sorry!” thrown back at them. As Yuu weaved through the crowd as fast as they could, they could not completely shunt out the man after them.

“Hey, please wait!! Where are you going?! C-Come back, I need to talk to you!”

His voice carried above the others. People jolted back, the crowd parting to make way for the man to charge forth. His volume swelled louder and louder as he gained on them.

Towering apartments seemed to bear down on Yuu. Their windows, glaring.

A shop. Find a shop and get inside!!

Yuu pumped their arms, pleaded for their legs to move more efficiently.

Again, a weight fell upon their shoulder. It was a clamp, fingers biting Yuu’s skin through their jacket as they dug in and held firm.

The other hand wielded the same shining object that it had before. Yuu looked more closely this time, and the unease in them dissipated. It was not the pointed tip of a knife, but the glint of a familiar officer’s badge wreathed in golden roses.

The man tore off his hood with a sigh--though Yuu noticed that he wasn’t one bit out of breath. Navy bangs fell across his forehead, his eyes a peacock green-blue, much friendlier under the streetlamps than the crosswalk signs.

He smiled at Yuu as though he were greeting an old friend. His grip turned into a tender squeeze. “I finally caught up with you!”

The detective awkwardly pulled away, confusion scrawled on their face. “Um... Sorry, who are you? I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

“Oh! Uh...” The man jumped, retracting his hand. “That’s because we haven’t! Er, not officially anyway, but I’ve heard a lot about you!!”

Yuu pointed to his badge. “That. You’re an officer?”

“Yessir!” The man offered the proof of his identity and stiffly saluted. “Officer Deuce Spade, sir!! I’m a new recruit...!! I just joined the force a few weeks ago!”

Yuu mustered a faint smile. The darned fool was going to give them away. “... Am I in trouble, officer?”

“Nossir! Not at all!” His entire face shone with eagerness, earnest, and a slightly nervous energy. Maybe Yuu would have found it adorable (in the same way that a child trying hard was adorable), were he not blasting your occupation to the public. “Why would you be in trouble, sir?! You’re working with...”

“Okaaay, that’s enough out of you!” Yuu slapped a hand over Deuce’s mouth, silencing him.

Curious onlookers murmured amongst themselves. Some had taken to halt and full-on gawk. Children pointed, adult narrowing their eyes with suspicion.

Yuu frowned, removing their hand to shoo pedestrians away. “Nothing to see here, folks. Just a misunderstanding. Move along, Wonder Boy and I can settle this ourselves.”

“Wonder Boy?” Deuce, in a daze, pointed to himself. “Is that... me?”

“Who else would I be talking about?” Yuu folded their arms. “I assume you’re free now?”

“I am, sir! I was just let off my shift a little while ago, sir!”

“First, drop the ‘sir’. It’s giving me a headache,” Yuu instructed. “Second, if you’re free, then you’ll be joining me for a drink and a chat. We have things to discuss--chief among them being why you were following me.”

Ring-a-ling!

A bell sounded as the door to the Mostro Lounge swung open. Deuce stepped into a new world, Yuu at his side.

The interior itself was dim, but glass lights fastened in the shape of jellyfish projected swimming incandescent lights in purple, blue, and pink. Velvet booths lined one half of the eatery, the other, a glossy bar with tall, narrow stools, the shelves behind it healthily stocked with bottles in jeweled tones. Strangers poised with drink took residence in most of the seats.

The entire back wall had been repurposed into a massive aquarium teeming with aquatic plants and exotic creatures. Seaweed and coral gently swayed to the rhythm of the smooth jazz floating through the lounge, fish frolicking among them.

“Whoooa,” Deuce gasped, craning his head to drink in every detail. “I’ve never been to a place as classy as this. It looks so expensive. You think my salary’s enough to cover at least an appetizer?”

“Hang on tight to your wallet,” Yuu warned. “This place will squeeze you for every thaumark you’re worth and then some—and they won’t feel a bit of remorse about it.”

The detective raised an arm, flagging a nearby waiter.

Their uniform was simple yet sleek: dark dress pants, a white bow tie, spotless gloves, and a cummerbund and suspenders over a lavender button-up shirt. It allowed for slight variation—one waiter skidded by with his shirt buttoned as low as food safety regulations deemed safe. Another jotted down orders with a jacket thrown over his shoulders and a pair of glasses tucked into the crevice of his buttons.

The waiter Yuu called out to approached like a shark fin cutting through still water, neatly bowing to greet their waiting customers. He was prim and proper compared to the other servers, not a button out of place.

When he raised his head, Deuce marveled at his mismatched olive and gold irises, the teal of his hair marred by a stripe of black. Three diamond-shaped scales dangled from his left ear, as sharp as his eyes.

“I bid you welcome to the Mostro Lounge, honored guests,” the waiter said smoothly. He gaze immediately cut to Deuce. “I see you’ve brought a friend with you, today, Yuu-san. How delightfully rare.”

“Acquaintance. We just met outside under… less than ideal circumstances.”

“Oya, how quick you were to seize on that chance encounter. I may even deem you a bigger opportunist than our dear manager.”

“… Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Deuce inquired.

“Perhaps you will find the answer to your question, should you act as a patron at our establishment for long enough.”

“Quit toying with him, Jade. You know what we’re here for,” Yuu grumbled. “My usual.”

“If that is what you wish. And for this gentleman acquaintance of yours?”

“Just ice water is fine, sir!”

Jade maintained his polite smile. “Very well. One glass of ice cold water for you. I will bring you a menu as well, in case you begin to feel peckish late into the night.”

“Oh, thanks!”

“Right this way then.” Jade gestured for the two to follow him.

“He’s upselling you, you know,” Yuu pointed out under their breath. “Hoping that you’ll buy something when presented with the opportunity to spend.”

“E-Eh, he is?! I didn’t even realize…”

“Fufufu. Please, do not let your worries consume you. You have come to relax, correct? We at the Mostro Lounge ask that you put your fins and your feet up and enjoy yourself while the night is still young.”

They were escorted to two empty stools in a (relatively) quiet corner of the bar. The glass jellyfish lights were clustered in the center of the main dining area, leaving the corner like a slice of dark, uncharted waters. Jass music and conversation filtered into a muffled melody.

Yuu plopped down with relief, followed by an apprehensive Deuce. He slowly sank into the cushy seat.

“I will be right back with your drinks. If you will excuse me.” With another bow, Jade rounded the bar and rolled up his sleeves—the transition from waiter to bartender. Presenting his back to the duo, he set to plucking bottles off of the shelves.

Deuce blinked. He still hadn’t taken to fully processing his new surroundings. “Are we really going kick back and have drinks when there’s a serial thief on the loose?”

“We can’t talk about that in public, or risk blowing my cover. It’s safe to talk here,” Yuu reassured him. “What happens in the Mostro Lounge stays in the Mostro Lounge. Say what you want about the slimy staff, but they know how to keep their patrons’ secrets. Client confidentiality and all.”

The young officer brightened. “Ooooh, I get it!”

“… You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed,” Yuu remarked bluntly. They slipped off their baseball cap, letting loose their hair. “So? Let’s have it.”

“Have what?”

“Your reason for following me.”

“Oh!! That.” Deuce nervously scratched at the back of his neck. “That’s kind of…”

The detective drummed their fingers on the polished counter. Methodical, deliberate. “You mentioned that you recently joined the force. However, only senior officials in the police department and myself were privy to this operation. How did you come to learn about it?”

Deuce stiffened, thrown off his beat (if he had any to begin with). “Th-That’s…!”

“I’m asking you a question, Mr. Spade. Please answer me truthfully.”

“I… um… Truth is, I…” Deuce stared at his lap, unable to meet the detective’s eyes. “I might have eavesdropped when I returned from my patrol shift…”

“Go on,” Yuu coaxed.

“There was a report I had to submit to the Chief, but it sounded like he was busy in his office. It’s hard to not notice him when he raises his voice, sir. I decided to wait outside until he was done, and… well, I got curious.”

“Wasn’t Assistant Chief Clover also present? He just let you do that without a single protest?”

“Assistant Chief Clover was very nice to me! He laughed a little and said ‘make sure you don’t get caught with your hand in the cookie jar’!”

Darn it, Trey!! You could’ve been a LITTLE stricter with this guy…! Yuu groaned, massaging the bridge of their nose. “Okay, I think I’m starting to get a better picture of what went down. You followed me wanting to learn more about the operation.”

Like a curious child chasing after a white rabbit. Still immature, still wondering, and still way over their head.

“Yes, but that’s not all!” Deuce insisted. He abruptly stood from the table. “There’s an even more important reason than just satisfying my curiosity, sir!”

Yuu quirked an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“I had to talk to you—without the Chief around. I had to. That’s why I followed you in secret.” The officer nibbled his lower lip, as if biting back something harsh and bitter from coming up.

“Out with it, Mr. Spade.”

“Pardon the intrusion,” Jade coolly interjected. His tone was nonchalant but his bemused smile was a telltale sign that he was relishing in every second of the hot gossip. “Your beverages.”

He slid two glasses between Yuu and Deuce before departing. One was tall and slim—a highball—loaded with carbonated water and fruity gummies. Yellow for jeweled pineapples, red for ruby berries, green for frozen mint, black for floral cacao, and blue from pure azure salt. It was Yuu’s usual, the famed Mystery Drink. The other glass was, by comparison, an ordinary drink of water, a single large, clear cube of ice floating in it.

A bead of sweat ran down Deuce’s jawline. Condensation forming and racing on his glass of water.

Suddenly, the officer slapped both hands on the counter, slamming his face down upon its surface. His navy hair splayed, forehead touching the table in a display of humility.

Yuu almost spilled their drink. “What are you doing?”

“I’m begging you, sir!! P-Please put me on the mission!!” Deuce pleaded, his voice shaky but resolute. “I… I want to help catch the Knave of Hearts too!!”

“If that’s all you wanted, why ask me? Go through the proper channels to…”

“I can’t!! The Chief would never allow it.” His expression creased with shame. “He says rookies need to work their way up from meter maid to working on cases.”

“He’s right. You need to grow into these things, not rush in head-first in a burst of passion.” Yuu made to take a sip of their drink—but the officer’s fist collided with the counter, the liquid inside the glass sloshing overboard. Seltzer water splashed onto their pant leg, leaving a sticky wet spot on a thigh.

“P-Please reconsider! I know how to handle myself in a fight! I’m fast, I could easily catch up with him if it’s a race on foot!”

“Look,” the detective said irritably, “I don’t know what you’re hoping to accomplish here. Fact is, no matter how much you ask, I wouldn’t want to take you on for this case. You’re too green behind the ears—and sorry, but I just don’t see you as an asset.

“You may be strong and quick on your feet, but it’ll take more than strength and speed to catch the Knave of Hearts. There’s a reason he hasn’t been caught yet.” Yuu tapped at their temple. “It’s this. He’s got smarts, and we need to combat that with smarts of our own.”

“I-I can be smart!! I can try to, at least! Please, just let me try…!!”

Frustrated, Yuu scrutinized the young man again. Their eyes roaming, searching, for detail wrong, a hair out of place.

Years of sleuthing had built up a great amount of cynicism and distrust in the detective. How many times had they pulled back the curtain, revealing the ugly truths hidden out of plain sight? How many bruised egos--both clients and coworkers--had they encountered? People seeking status or to feed their own pride.

Yet when they looked at Deuce, none of that ugliness or ego came through. Here was someone who stubbornly stared right back at Yuu, unwilling to back down, even when his dignity lay in tatters on the floor the instant he prostrated himself.

Another selfish bid for recognition? They ventured, toying with the idea. Maybe personal ambition, looking to climb up in the world.

“... One reason,” Yuu said, holding up an index finger. “Give me one good reason why I should take you on. Convince me.”

Deuce recoiled--as though even he hadn’t expected to have made it this far, or to be taken seriously at all. His brows creased with effort as he racked the recesses of his mind to find the right phrasing.

A second later, he let out a piercing shout.

“GAAAAAAAAH!!”

With a grunt, Deuce grasped his cup of ice water and lifted it to his lips. He hammered the drink in a single swig, releasing a satisfied hoot. The liquid courage had revived the man, returning the spark to him.

In a voice as clear as the drink he had just downed, Deuce said, “It’s for my mom. She’s just about the sweetest, most hard-working person I know.”

He hung his head and slammed his empty cup down, shaking the entire table.

“She raised me as a single parent. Mom never once complained, only wanted the best life for me.” Deuce glared into his glass, speaking with scorn and anger--not at others, but for himself. “And how did I repay her? I... turned to delinquency.

“I acted out because I wasn’t man enough to do the mature thing and work on myself!! She blamed herself for my stupid decisions! I made mom worry for me so, so much...”

Plip, plip.

Deuce faltered, letting quiet tears dribble down his cheeks and landing on the cube of ice left in his glass. Once they made contact with the frozen block, it was impossible to tell what was water and what was salt.

“I swore to myself that I would turn my life around... to show mom that it’s not her fault, that she did all she could to raised someone who could contribute to society!! So I studied really hard at the police academy, and even though my grades were crappy, I managed to graduate...!!”

He choked up, a concoction of fiery passion infused in his stuttering words. “I can finally be that model officer and make a change in the community! But I haven’t done a damn thing...! I just play meter maid while bad guys are out there running free, when I could be out there making this city a safer place for mom and everyone that lives here...!!”

The noises of the lounge seemed to fade into a stoic silence around Deuce. His declaration reverberated loudly. “I have to do this. I need to do this.”

He bowed again, his forehead pressed hard against the surface of the table. The single word he uttered was hoarse, desperate.

“Please.”

Deuce pried himself up almost painfully. The eyes were aquamarine, wet with hot tears. Something shone through them in shades of blue and green, priceless as any treasure: an honesty that burned like an eternal flame.

Yuu startled, striken by a single, haunting revelation: He’s telling the truth.

“... I don’t think I’ve met someone like you before,” they said cryptically. “I don’t doubt your story—but as touching as it is, I don’t know if...”

Hesitation reared its head, and Yuu forced themselves to look away. Couldn’t bear to see him, that wide-eyed sincerity.

Emotion clashing with their sound logic. Two things that shouldn’t have belonged together colliding.

Wait... things that don’t belong together? Things I didn’t expect, surprises and twists to the tale...

A ex-delinquent turned into a policeman. A selfishness turned selfless. An anticipated lie turned into a truth. Something there that hadn’t been before.

The detective’s mind raced, quickly outpacing the words leaving their mouth. A solution which subverted expectations, a trap laced with honey for a man with sticky fingers.

That’s it. We’ll pull a trick of our own.

“Okay, I’ve changed my mind,” Yuu abruptly announced. “You’re in on this operation, Mr. Spade.”

“R-Really?!” Deuce’s face nearly tore in half, his volume revving up like a motorcycle engine. “You mean it?!”

“I do.”

Yuu took a cool sip of their Mystery Drink. Flavors from all over Twisted Wonderland cascaded over their tongue—a triumphant, fleeting pleasure.

They set their glass down and bent over, gripping Deuce by the strings of his hoodie. Yuu tugged, bringing the policeman lurching forward.

His clammy forehead against theirs. Centimeters away, his eyes widened. A flushed heat climbed to his cheeks, his voice set in a stammer.

“S-Sir, what are we...”

“You’ll have to follow my instructions very carefully,” Yuu replied with a devious grin. “Listen up, rookie: cuz you’re going to be the star of this show. Here’s the plan...”

The ambience of the lounge drowned out Yuu’s whispers. From afar, their words could only be read through the shapes of their mouth, the increasingly confused and alarmed expressions that Deuce pulled.

Jade observed them patiently, chuckling to himself. “My, my, it seems like our genius detective has found yet another solution.”

CLATTER, CLATTER!!

A tray piled high with empty plates and dishes was slammed down. Jade’s twin peered around the stack, leaning lazily against the bar.

“Eeeh, but I bet against them this time.”

“Playing the contrarian runs its risks.” Jade picked up a glass, staring at his brother through it. The golden orb called his left eye was clear as a topaz. “As for myself, I’m excited to see how this plays out.”

PLAP.

A notepad came down on the table as a third waiter joined them.

“Both of you need to stop gossiping and get back to work,” their manager chided, sliding the notepad—scrawled with fresh orders—to Jade. “Leave the customers to tend to their own business. We’ll soon know the outcome.”

[To be continued...]

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toptierteaser · 9 months

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"Judge Foodie"

A television proposition:

A Judge-Judy-style-show in which the defendant, porked up and blimping out of his clothes, testifying, one chubby hand raised as he stands, caked-up beyond belief, the other porky hand covering his doughy moob as he swears an oath in the court of law.

The fatty, bullied, poked, and prodded toward the stand by a fit, muscular bailiff whose face is cracked in a twisted smile as he forces the porker to waddle towards the judge--another arrogant jock who leans back in his chair, his shiny-shoed feet propped up before him as he sneers down at the trembling fatty before him.

The lardass, forced to testify, to answer a grilling slew of questions pertaining to why he let himself go, what caused him to blimp up, how he got to busting out of his own clothes, barely able to run without panting. His friends, trailing on his plump heels, each called in turn to testify why their buddy chubbed up, barely stifling a laugh at the sight of their fattened friend, red in the cheeks as he silently wills the buttons on his suit not to all go busting across the court.

A lawyer--yes, another hot jock--brining humiliating evidence of the fatty on trial; photographs of him stuffing his face with ice cream, of him getting sevenths of the cake at the wedding he was at last month, of him bingeing on buckets of fried chicken, spurting whipped cream down his greedy gullet as he lounges on the couch in just his underwear, lard spilling out in every direction. A video of the poor piglet attempting, desperately to run, to waddle off some of the chub, blubbering and sweating on the treadmill as his fat ass jiggles and his belly wobbles before his plumped up body!

A jury of handsome, muscular jocks, each snickering as they watch the humiliation of the fat defendant gradually unfold, smirking at his desperate attempts to resemble some dignity, to not let himself look like a total porker!

An audience, laughing and oinking at the big boy, as he is inevitably found "guilty!" on the charges of being a fatass! As he is sentenced to spending a year waddling on the treadmill as cupcakes and donuts are dangled in front of his face. As he is forced into an unflattering striped jumpsuit that exaggerates every overlap and curve, making him look even FATTER than he is! A jail suit he will probably bust out of in no time at all, with the rate they'll be packing those goodies in! Forced to waddle away by the bailiffs, his lardy ass blubbering and bouncing as he squeals and begs and pleads!

A new fatass every week! On trial for his piggishness, for his gluttony, for being a greedy fat ass! Formerly-fit jocks. Chubsters through-and-through. Plump gainers, feedees, maintainers. Caught in the act of endlessly cramming snacks and treats into his insatiable face! A new fatty every week, to be humiliated for the national public, to have his fat and his helpless fattiness put on national display!

#gaining weight #teaser #bhm weight gain #chubby #fatass #fatty #feedee encouragement #fat bhm #fatboy #fat belly #gaining

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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New Horizons || P.SH

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Boyfriend!Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Word count: 952

Warnings/tags: some mild jealousy, nerdygamer!hwa, blow job, hand job, orgasm denial, cockslapping (very mildl6, just 2 times nothing bad), unprotected sex, Sub!Hwa & Dom!reader

Summary: Seonghwa was too busy playing Animal Crossing, so you decided that if he won't give you attention, you'll make him give you attention.

Happy 25th b-day Hwa <3

ENJOY!

Seonghwa was once again seated in his gaming chair, facing the television. His Nintendo Switch was connected to it and he played Animal Crossing New Horizons. Again.

Now you love your boyfriend, and you thought his nerdy obsessions were quite cute, but the amount of time he spent on his new game seriously annoyed you.

You missed his touches, his lips on your skin. You missed your perfectly good boy. You leaned against the doorframe, watching him. His hands flicked across the device, walking around his so called 'island'.

You sighed, not believing you were jealous of a game. Kinda wishing he'd flick your sensitive bud instead of his Switch.

Animal Crossing New Horizons... pfft. You'd show him new horizons. Better than that stupid game.

You walked upto him and stood behind him, roaming your hands over his chest. "Hi, boo," you said as you kissed the top of his head.

"Hey," he smiled. It was barely a reaction though, Seonghwa stayed focussed on his game. You rolled your eyes at him and decided that if he wouldn't look at you, you'd force him to.

You got in front of him and right when he opened his mouth to tell you you were in the way of his screen, you dropped to your knees and put your hair up to keep it out of your way.

His eyes widened a little but he did not stop playing his game, causing you to get even more annoyed.

You didn't even hesitate and slipped his sweats and underwear down immediately, revealing his already half-hard length. How pathetic.

You licked a stripe from the base of his dick to his tip, swirling your tongue around. You saw his eyes roll back for a second. When you saw he was about to play again you were ready to grab the Switch from his hands, until he stopped you.

"N-no let me turn it off," Seonghwa said, as he quickly turned off the game, leaving the room silent.

The silence was soon again broken when you took his length in your mouth and sucked harshly, drawing a long moan out of Seonghwa.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, taking just a little bit more of him every time.

Seonghwa groaned and his hands ran through your hair. You were quick to grab his wrists.

"You don't get to touch or control anything," you said when you came back up again, "don't you wanna be my good boy?"

Seonghwa was nodding quickly, and rested his arms on the armrests of his chair. He threw his head back when you took him back in your mouth, feeling himself hit the back of your throat.

He loved hearing you gag around his cock, made him feel so powerful he could not help but smirk.

When you noticed him starting to buck his hips up you stopped again. "What do you think you're doing?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N, you just feel too good!"

"Should've thought about that before ignoring me and choosing games over me."

He groaned when you pumped his dick quickly, and you knew he was getting close to his climax.

"Y-Y/N, I'm s-sorry, m-make me cum, fuck!"

You let go of his dick and took off your shirt and bralette, revealing your bare breasts. Seonghwa was nearly drooling at the sight of them.

When he had calmed down you started pumping his length again while sucking on the red, angry tip.

Seonghwa whined and dug his nails in the leather of the chair. "Oh god, yes," he moaned out.

"Yeah? You like that? Should've thought about that too, hm?" you said as you slapped his cock. He clenched his eyes together and bit his lip but it wasn't enough for you.

He hissed and whined as you slapped his length again. "I-I'm sorry, I'll give you all the attention in the world, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

You licked the tip of his cock again and he whined so loud and pornographically you couldn't take it anymore.

Being over it, you stood up and took off your short skirt and soaking wet panties, sitting on top of him and gently sliding his cock into your wet hole.

It was amazing how horny he got you every single day. No matter what he looked like or what he did, just the thought of him was enough.

You threw your head back when you grinded your hips against his, roaming your hands over his flushed chest.

"Y-yes," he whined softly as you started bouncing on his hard length.

"Prove to me you're a good boy, then I might let you cum inside," you ordered. The obedient boy he is, he immediately started lapping his tongue on your chest as you rode him.

He licked and sucked on your nipples as he massaged the other one, before switching again.

You threw your head back in pleasure, moaning out when you felt his cock hit all the good spots in your body.

"Yes baby, fuck, so good for me!" you moaned when you felt yourself getting closer.

"G-gonna cum, Y/N, please, can I cum?" Seonghwa asked, putting up his puppy eyes which you can never resist.

"Yes, baby, you've been such a good boy, cum with me, baby, cum with me!"

You bounced on his length until you felt the two of you come undone, melodious moans filling the room. You panted heavily as you rode out your orgasms.

"I will never choose games over you again," Seonghwa said in such a cute voice you thought you'd just die from it.

"I know sweetheart," you said as you kissed his head, "you know better now."

#kpop #ateez #smut #gamer seonghwa #oneshot #seonghwa #park seonghwa

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xsavannahx987 · 1 year

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natalia-lafourcade · 2 years

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SHINee - Good Evening

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6 GIFS of the K-Pop boy group SHINee

(1/6) GIF of SHINee standing on chairs on a round stage, surrounded by cameras. There is a huge ring light suspended above the group members, which tints the scene an aquamarine color. The scene shifts to include a shot of SHINee dancing in an indoor stage surrounded by bushes. The stage is also lit with an aquamarine light.

(2/6) GIF of Taemin and ONEW sitting on the same round stage as in the first GIF. They are surrounded by cameras. Taemin is squatting on top of a television screen while gazing at ONEW, who is sitting back in a chair, staring back at Taemin. The television screen displays ONEW's face. The scene is lit a neon green and black.

(3/6) GIF of the four members of SHINee seated on chairs while covered in a plastic sheet. They are in a room that is also covered in plastic. It is lit by a single spotlight. The SHINee members are dancing underneath the sheet by swaying side to side and kicking their legs up.

(4/6) GIF of ONEW and Key suspended underwater. The entire scene is tinted blue. ONEW is wearing a Hawaiian shirt with white pants and sneakers. His hair is close-cropped. The scene switches to Key, who is wearing a dark printed shirt over a t-shirt, a black belt, bright blue sweatpants, and dark shoes. His hair is in a buzzcut.

(5/6) Another shot of SHINEE seated under plastic. This time, the reflection of the plastic sheet reveals an outdoor scene filled with trees and sunlight.

(6/6) GIF of the SHINee members running through a forest. We first see ONEW, whose hair is dyed orange. He is wearing a striped green shirt and a yellow jacket over it. Key is next to him, his short hair is dyed bright white and he is wearing a purple shirt, a blue jacket, and magenta pants. The scene changes and we can see Taemin, Minho and Key running between trees. Taemin is wearing a baggy white shirt and black pants. Minho is wearing a white striped jacket, striped dark blue pants, and a multicolored neck tie.

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jacksprimalfear · 9 months

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I’m Empty ‘till he fills, I’m alive ‘till he kills.

[TW: KIDNAPPING, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, TORTURE]

(this is a collaboration with @a3s1rxx )

And my condo is absolutely destroyed. Up in flames. The police and fire department are already on their way as I sadly walk over to the payphone.

Once in, I reach into my pocket, pulling out Marla’s number. I reach for the phone and slowly punch in the numbers from the paper.

As soon as she picks up, I hang up. Opting to call Tyler instead, the man I met on the plane. I have no idea why I called him, but I did.

I punch in the number on his business card.

Ring ring ring.

He doesn’t pick up. Crap. I slowly start to step out and away from the payphone before hearing it ring. I pick up the phone. Hello? I say.

I hear him eating chips on the other end of the line, “Who’s this?” He asks me. Tyler? I ask, to make sure it’s him.

“Who is this?” He asks once again. Uh, we met on the airplane, we had the same suitcase, I reply. The uh, the clever guy, I continue. He laughs “Oh yeah, right.”

I called…a second ago, I inform him. There was no answer I’m at a paypho- “Yeah i’m sorry I *69’d you, I never pick up my phone.”

I let out a little smile at that. “So, what’s up?” He asks. Uh..well, you’re not going to believe this. I say, looking back at my burning condo.

We’re now at Lou’s Tavern, a bar. I tell him about all the things I have lost. “Why do guys like us know what a duvet is. Is it essential to our survival in the hunter gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we, then?” I look at him, a bit puzzled.

I dunno, consumers? I answer. “Right, we’re consumers, we are byproducts of a lifestyle obsession.”

He goes on, “Murder, crime, poverty. These things don’t concern me. What’s concerns me are celebrity magazines, televisions with 500 channels, some guys name on my underwear.”

I start to become almost amused with his big ideas about consumerism. Martha Stewart. I add on.

“Fuck Martha Stewart, she’s polishing the brass on the Titanic, it’s all going down man!” He says

“So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.” He sure is passionate about all of this “I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.”

He’s very..intentional with the way he talks, like he’s trying to convince you. “But that’s me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it’s some terrible tragedy.”

We are now outside Lou’s. “Just ask” he says. Huh? I reply “Is it a problem for you to ask if you can stay with me?” Oh god. Oh, Tyler, really it’s fine. I say. “No seriously stay with me.” Seriously. I’ll go find a hotel. I respond.

“Stay. With. Me” I’m starting to get annoyed by his asking. No, I respond, I’ll go find a hotel, I’m not staying with a guy I just met. I go on. “Fine, guess we’ll have to do this the hard way, Ikea-boy.” What could he mea-

Punch

I find myself waking up, tied to a chair. I try to scream but i’m gagged. Some sort of cloth in my mouth. I start trying to remember what happened, and then it hits me. Tyler.

Tyler had knocked me out and brought me to some abandoned looking house. I try to squirm but it’s no use, I assume Tyler had heard me moving and walked into the room I was in “You’re awake.”

I look at him, rage in my eyes. “You didn’t wanna come with me so unfortunately this is how it has to be.” I tried to scream again. “Shut up. It’s no use, you’re gagged. You’re only wasting your breath.”

I squirm again. “And you’re only gonna give yourself rope burn with all that moving.” I sigh and give up, hanging my head low. “There we go, just let go, be good, and you’ll be fine.” He pats my head. Oh how I want to break his hand.

Oh how I want to just beat him into the ground a- He’s waving a hand in front of my face. “Come back to reality, Ikea-boy.” I hate that nickname.

“Don’t try and escape from this. Stay right in the moment”. You sick fuck. After looking at me for a moment he starts up again, “Well. I’m getting tired, I’m heading to bed, night.”

He leaves and i’m left alone with nothing but my thoughts. Torture.

I sit for hours, letting my situation sink in, I know nobody is going to look for me.

I start to panic, then I start to cry. Wondering how I ended up here. I hope my crying will make me fall asleep, but it doesn’t. It’s not satisfying, it doesn’t help me in any way.

I just sit there and cry, helpless. I see some of my tears hit the dirty and grimy floor, I start to wonder how old this building is. All I can do is look around and take everything in, to assess my situation. It’s definitely not looking good.

I stay like this until the sun comes up. I can hear Tyler getting up from his bed in the other room, I listen to each step as he makes his way to me. Opening the door I see him again.

“Good morning, sunshine, did you sleep well?” I refuse to give him any reaction. “I asked you a fucking question.” I still give no response, nothing. He walks up to him a swiftly slaps me across the face, I groan in pain. “Answer me. Yes or no.” I hesitantly shake my head.

“Awh, that’s too bad isn’t it. I slept like a baby.” He walks back over to the door. “I’ll bring you breakfast soon.”

He leaves and closes the door. I start to think of ways I could escape, my mind comes up blank. I’m tied pretty tight to this chair, it’ll take Tyler untying me before I even think about escaping.

Tyler finally comes back with my “breakfast” if you can even call it that, it was just a slice of bread and some water.

“Now I’m gonna remove the sock from your mouth. And you’re not going to scream.” He takes out the sock and it looks disgusting, grimy, dirty, I almost threw up now that I knew that was in my mouth.

“Open up.” I hesitantly open my mouth, he feeds me the bread and lets me sip the water, and then drink it all, I’m still very hungry. He leaves the room again and I’m left to think…again.

I’m at least grateful to have the sock out of my mouth. My jaw hurts from being propped open for so long.

I begin to think about my sad and pathetic life leading up to this moment, how I’ve wasted my time, my life really. About my childhood, my father, my upbringing.

I think about the support groups, how they’ll all think the worst when they realise i’ve stopped showing up, the looks on their faces. I think about how many sleepless nights ill go through, trapped here. About ho-

Buzzz..

There’s a fly. It lands on my nose. I begin to think about how jealous I am of this fly, he can move freely, and he doesn’t have to have the burden of human sentience, he doesn’t have any concept of time. He’ll probably die in a day or two.

Not me, I’m stuck here, for however long Tyler wants to keep me here, fully aware of everything.

I wish I could be as blissfully unaware as this fly. I shake my head, making the fly buzz away. I watch it fly around the room, bumping into the walls. Stupid thing.

I watch the fly zoom around for a while until Tyler comes in and kills it. “How’s it going?” He talks to me as if he didn’t kidnap me.

“Oh come on not this shit again.” I don’t respond to him. “I asked you, how’s it going.” I stare at him, mouth shut. He suddenly punches me

“I don’t like being ignored.” I groan from the pain. It stings, but then also feels numb. I…

I trail off, not knowing what to say “Spit it out already.” I don’t like it here. I reply.

“You’ll get used to it.” He stares at me “You have a really sad and sick desperation in your eyes. Like a war orphan.” A war orphan.

“Later tonight I have something to give you, consider it a gift.” I’m now wondering what my gift could possibly be. He leaves again.

It has been hours. I think I’m starting to go insane, I’m hungry, exhausted, and my cheek hurts, Ive been crying on and off thinking about everything. Tyler comes in “I’m gonna give you your gift now.”

He walks closer to me, untying me, I think of running but I know it’s no use. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me down the stairs and into the kitchen, lots of chemicals splayed on the counter.

“I’m making soap.” Will my gift be soap? He’s on the other side of the counter. He grabs my hand and licks his lips, he kisses my hand.

What is this? I ask. He suddenly grabs a tub of lye and pours it over my hand “This is chemical burn.” Immediately my hand feels like it’s on fire, the lye literally burning my skin.

Of course this is his idea of a gift. I cry out in pain and try to move away but he holds me in place. PLEASE PLEASE TYLER. I cry and scream. “Just take it.” I beg for him to please free me from this pain.

I try and zone out, but he slaps me “NO. Stay right with me Ikea-boy. Right here.”

I sob and continue to beg. “Just accept the pain. Shut up and accept it. It’s only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything.”

I try to shut up and take it like he says, and a few minutes later he pours vinegar on my hand to neutralise the burn.

I fall over and he walks over to me. He squats down to my level. “Now we’re matching.” He lifts up his hand and shows me his burn scar in the same place as mine but on his hand. “Lets get you back up to your room.”

He helps me up and brings me back to the room, but instead of tying me to the chair, he ties my arms and legs and leaves me on the dirty mattress in the corner of the room.

I look at my hand. Now every time I look at it, i’ll be reminded of Tyler and how he gave me this.

I will forever be tethered to Tyler through this scar. No matter if I make it out of here or not. It’s an absolutely sickening thought.

It’s almost like he’s branded me, like he’s trying to show me he owns me now. And no matter what I do, he’ll always own me.

It’s been 2 and a half weeks. I’m miserable, I’m frail, I’m exhausted, and I’m starting to grow an attachment to Tyler. Every so often he comes in here and talks to me, he’s the only person I can talk to. He’s almost sweet sometimes.

But other times he gets angry and takes it out on me, beating me. I have many bruises left by Tyler. He told me I should be grateful for every bruise, that it’s a gift from him, and I’m starting to believe it.

It’s starting to make sense to me. He treats me to little things sometimes, like instead of bread, I get a cupcake. Sometimes he’ll let me sit on the couch with him, that is if i’m good. And I almost hate to say it but I enjoy it.

I start to really like Tyler, but then I hate him again. Just to really like him again. I start to think I can live here forever and I can be with him forever, but then he starts to disgust me all over again. I start to loathe him. I end up in tears.

It’s a cycle.

“So, are you mad at me today?” I look over at him “Answer me, and be honest.” I nod. “Is it because I hit you yesterday?” I nod once more.

He walks over to my bed, where i’m sitting and sits next to me. “Come here.” He opens his arms and I almost jump into them, even though my arms and legs are tied together.

He gently unties my hands and I wrap my arms around him. He envelopes me into a hug.

“You know I only hit you because I’m mad. I just need something to help me blow some steam.” I nod, I feel happy that I can help him feel better.

“If you’re good today, i’ll let you have some reading time.” Ah my favorite.

Sometimes he gave me books to read. I’ve never appreciated a book more in my life than I have in here.

A couple hours have passed and I have gotten my book after all. Tyler had come back into my room and he laid down on my bed.

I’m reading the book to him. I am Jacks enflamed sense of rejection. I read.

I hear snoring.

He’s sleeping. Instantly my mind gets the urge to run, to make an escape, but I just look down at him. I gently run my fingers through his hair and he smiles a bit in his sleep.

I stay put.

I don’t even know how long it’s been anymore. The cycle of me hating and loving Tyler has gotten worse, I don’t know what to do.

He hurts me, then comforts me, he hurts me, then comforts me, he hurts me, then comforts me, he hurts me, then comforts me, he hurts me, then comforts m-

Tyler comes into my room.

“Do you wanna go out for a walk?” He asks. I look at him like this is the best offer i’ve ever gotten in my life. YES! I reply.

He walks over to me and unties my hands and feet and helps me to stand up, I get my shoes on and walk downstairs with him.

“Be good, okay? Don’t try and run.” I nod and we walk out of the house, we walk around for a couple of blocks.

He talks about consumerism and goes on his big rant about it. But then he asks me something. “Tell me something about yourself.”

I open my mouth and nothing comes out. I’ve been with him so long I no longer have a sense of self, it’s not like I had any hobbies before him either.

I have no life outside of him. I just stop walking and stand there.

“Uh, you alright?” I look at him and then I look forward.

I start running.

I don’t even know why I start to run, but I do, and instantly Tyler is yelling, running after me, I run like my life depends on it, which it sort of does.

Nothing on my mind but escaping the hell i’ve been trapped in for months, routine beatings, starvation, and isolation. I almost thought I could outrun him.

Until I ran out of adrenaline. I haven’t been exactly healthy, and Tyler works out almost everyday.

He caught up to me. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the house, angrily “You’re IN for it this time.” There was no escaping this.

Once we got home, Tyler throws me on the floor, getting on top of me and beating me like he usually does.

But it doesn’t stop, and the pain gets worse with each punch, I can imagine I look swollen and ridiculous at this point, with how often he beats me and how hard he does.

He’s yelling at me but I can barely hear him over the hard packing sounds of his fists meeting my face, it’s deafening. I can feel the iron taste of blood in my mouth, and I can feel it dripping into my eye.

There comes a point where you’re experiencing so much pain that it almost feels numbing. I’m fading in and out of consciousness. This feels almost peaceful, as if I’m feeling the sensation of falling asleep.

It almost feels like i’m having an out of body experience. Maybe this is what he meant about letting go. Just letting it happen.

As he said It’s only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything. Maybe this is my freedom.

My vision is fading as he repeatedly beats me. I think I’m falling asleep, but I don’t think I’m gonna wake up.

The last things I hear are the shouts of Tyler as he beats me to death. To sweet sweet death. Please, Tyler, tear me apart, let me never be complete. Now I can finally let go and be free.

[AN: I did not spell check any of this. Also. Gonna make Narrator and Tyler fluff later to cope with this]

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crystaljins · 1 year

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Stars above | 07

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.7K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: Ugh like an absolute dummy I accidentally deleted the original post and have to repost this RIP

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Taehyung had expected a fight from the moment he decided to extend his exchange. After all, his family had been quite vocal in their disapproval when he first made the decision to sign up for the program; they weren’t going to have changed their mind in the few short months he’s been here.

He just hadn’t expected their distaste to sting quite as much. He doesn’t know what he had been hoping for. They had sent him off with sour looks and anger gurgling beneath their skin- an extension of what they considered to be “a rebellious phase” meant a guaranteed deepening of their anger.

It’s not a rebellious phase, though. He’s not doing this to spite his parents or prove himself.

He just... likes Earth. He’d been lead to believe that the people of earth are selfish and barbaric and cruel but the few short months he’s spent here have convinced him otherwise. He wants to see more, hear more, meet more people, learn more things. He’s not ready to

go back to his home planet and the life planned out for him there.

With a sigh, he leans forward in his chair to retrieve his translation device. For the most part, he has a fairly good grasp on most Earthen languages, but sometimes in large groups where multiple people are talking, he needs the extra aid. He can already hear a bit of commotion going on in the living room and knows that Nayeon has her noisy male friend Jungkook over. He’s done sulking around his room after that awful conversation with his family and he wants to spend some time with his friends.

Sure enough, the scene in the living room confirms his suspicions of chaos. Nayeon and Jungkook are playing some sort of game together and yelling at each other intensely over it. You, on the other hand, are curled up comfortably on the couch, idly scrolling through your phone and dutifully ignoring the noise.

Something warm and fond swells up in his chest- he feels like his ribs may burst open with the sudden feeling. He doesn’t even hold back his smile as he steps into the room, immediately making a beeline for the couch. He settles in the small space between your legs and armrest and stretches out an arm. The hem of your track pants have ridden up a little, leaving a little stripe of exposed skin between your sock and the bottom of your pants. He rests his hand there, running a thumb across your skin.

Instantly, he’s flooded with the sensation of your surprise. Though him reaching out for you has long become commonplace, you’re still a little surprised after he does it. He’s become accustomed to the little spark of shock, like a jolt of static, which then settles into whatever emotion you’re currently experiencing. This time, you’re feeling a strange mixture of reluctance and amusement. He guesses that it must have been a long day for you and yet you’re still endeavouring to spend time with your friends.

“What game are they enjoying in?” Taehyung wonders. You shrug and settle back against the armrest, fixing your attention on your phone once more.

“Mario kart. Jungkook reckons he can beat Nayeon with one hand.” You explain. Taehyung doesn’t shift his hand, instead revelling in the sticky warmth of your contentment, before turning his attention to the noisy duo in front of the television unit. Sure enough, Jungkook is playing the game one-handed, but is also using his spare hand to grab at Nayeon’s remote. She is shouting in response, clearly displeased with his foul play.

“If you’re bored why don’t you go back to your room?” He asks.

“They asked me to be the referee.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

Taehyung chuckles before examining your posture.

“You’re not paying much attention.” He points out, nodding his head in the direction of what surely should have been called out as blatant cheating. You fix him with an unimpressed look, imperious as you gaze down your nose at him.

“Does it look like I want to be here?” You question, but with his thumb settled against the curve of your ankle, Taehyung already knows the answer. You have two functioning legs and are perfectly capable of leaving.

With a sigh and a fond smile, he turns his attention back to Nayeon and Jungkook, who are now fighting over each other’s actions. Nayeon’s little green monster plummets over the edge while a hammer slams into the pink, princess-y character that Jungkook has selected.

He wishes he could package moments like these and send them to his family. Maybe if they saw this, saw humans when they were relaxed and spending time with each other, they’d understand. That humans can be warm, and kind. That humans can love and create and have fun.

He shoots a furtive glance at you; you’ve lowered your phone and you’re observing the race onscreen with mild interest. With the hazy film of your relaxed stare seeping into his own skin, he has the distinct feeling that he wants to bottle up this emotion, whatever it is. This warm, tranquility, the firmness of your presence as an anchor in cheerful chaos. He wants to contain it all and send it to his parents. Perhaps they would instantly ring up and tell him to stay longer on earth, if they felt it.

“What’s the matter?” His fingers flinch against your skin at your unexpected question. He tilts his head curiously at you, registering the concern that filters through his fingertips. Briefly, he wonders if you can sense emotions too, but then you shift, pulling your leg from his grasp and sitting up to peer at his face. “You’re quieter than normal.” You observe.

Suddenly nervous, Taehyung swallows past a dry throat. A quick glance at Nayeon and Jungkook confirms that they could care less what the two of you are doing, but it doesn’t settle the strange fluster he feels at having your attention suddenly fixed so intensely on him.

“I’m ok.” He reassures you, and it’s not exactly a lie. While the bitter aftertaste of the less-than-friendly exchange still lingers, the warmth of the room he’s in is quickly chasing that away.

You squint at him suspiciously for a moment. Without the contact of your skin, he’s not given the benefit of reading your emotions but they’re written across your face as plain as day. It makes him smile. It’s a stark contrast from when he’d first arrived on earth; he’d thought you stoic and uncaring, impenetrable like stone. But as the months have passed, he’s learned that his initial impression was wrong. You’re expressive in your own way, and after learning to match up your expressions with the flood of emotions he feels from your skin, he can now read you accurately.

“I’m really ok.” He reassures you again, and then hesitates.

He can see you don’t believe him, and it’s remarkable how even without the crutch of reading his emotions that you’re able to discern his emotional state so easily. It bothers him, that you can see his lie so plainly but it makes him realise he doesn’t want to hold things back from you. He’d tried to reassure you because he doesn’t want to drag you into his messy family dealings; doesn’t want you being aware of their deep-rooted prejudices and their low opinion of him. But it feels ugly, to keep you out of that, to shut you out and not trust you with these things.

When did you become a person he wants to share everything with? How did you manage it? How long as he felt like this for?

His mouth moves quicker than his sluggish brain, spilling the words he’d fruitlessly tried to hold back.

“I had a fight with my family.” He blurts. For a moment, you look surprised like you hadn’t expected him to say anything, but then your expression softens. It’s a gentle expression, one he rarely sees, and for some reason it feels like a punch to the chest every time he sees it. Something deep inside him trembles- he always forgets how much he craves your company, your gentleness, your compassion until he has it again.

“What about?” You probe cautiously. He looks away, watching as Nayeon successfully launches a red turtle shell into Jungkook and he goes careening off the platform, much to his outrage.

“I talked to them about extending my exchange. And they were angry that I chose to extend it.” He admits. He’s brought up the extension with you before, and you hadn’t minded, citing less stress in finding a new roommate as a good motive to support his decision. So he’s not quite sure he understands the confusion on your face.

“Isn’t this a really prestigious program?” You recall. “I thought you said only a handful of people on your planet qualified; shouldn’t they be excited that your request for extension has been approved?”

For a moment, Taehyung is silent.

He can’t quite explain the shock he feels. He’s received endless criticism for his decision to go on exchange here. From his family and his friends. Most of his support networks had opposed him, as if it wasn’t hard enough to qualify for the program without their negativity.

And yet you view it as something positive?

“They don’t really view it like that.” He clarifies, wondering if you’ll understand.

You sniff and turn your attention to the race just in time for Jungkook to come in dead last. He barely hears your response over Nayeon’s victorious crowing.

“They should.” Is your simple comfort. And then, more tentatively, you add “I think what you’ve done is amazing.”

His whole life, Taehyung has been met with constant disapproval. He’s been dismissed as too outlandish and eccentric; his hobbies too chaotic and his goals and dreams too selfish and impractical. And he’s always wanted, no, longed, for just a little support. Just a nod of acknowledgement. He’s always understood his own shortcomings and always tried his best to match to what others expected of him. But it’s never been enough, and that desire has haunted him endlessly.

And now it’s been given to him, so thoughtlessly and naturally, like it’s something he deserves. You always treat him like this; like your care is deserved. He’s struck by the thought that if he could package you up, send you to his family, maybe they’d understand what the appeal of humans is.

But at the same time, he kind of wants to keep you to himself.

He’s glad he extended the exchange.

#taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #v x reader #tae x reader #anis farewell

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accessiblecalvinhobbes · 2 months

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4 panel comic from Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Waterson Panel 1: Calvin a young boy in a striped shirt is at a black table holding a clear jar of cookies with a cookie in his mouth. His mother in a white shirt leans in from the left side of the panel and says "Calvin, you know you're not allowed to eat cookies before dinner! Put those away! Did you clean your room yet?" Panel 2: Calvin's mother is shoving Calvin to the left of the panel forcing him to move. Calvin says "I'm not Calvin. I'm a duplicate." Calvin's mother replies "I don't want to hear about it. Now move!" Panel 3: Calvin's mother is walking from the left to the right of the panel and talking to herself saying "Ooh, some days that kid of mine..." Panel 4: Calvin is sitting in a chair in front of a television set. His mother is leaning on the back of the chair and screams "What are you doing in here?!" Calvin replies "Why? Are you taking a survey?"

#alt text #dinner #parent #parenting #mom #Image Described #Comics #Calvin and Hobbes

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vintage-marina · 2 years

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The waltz

summary: Wanda finally has Vision back in her arms.

wordcount: around 800

tw: basically just a bit of an unsettling scene

inspired by: mahoneymacyy on tiktok

Dr strange multiverse of madness spoilers!

Sorry guys its a week ago that i saw MOM and i have a terrible memory, so bear with me.

A bright blue star appeared in the horizon and America gave a sly smile against Wanda.

"Aha," she said.

With far too open eyes Wanda shook her head, "Mhm."

That foolish girl.

A smile, too unnatural appeared on her face.

America fairly new with her newfound powers punched with confidence. It gave much more power than she no both of them thought. Wanda's head snapped back, America punched again and gave a kick of good measure. The red (dyed) haired woman lost balance she stepped back, the sole of her feet lost touch with the rocky hard ground.

Stone crumbled beneath her feet and fell to the ground, the back of her body was met with a fiery landscape that was full with volcano's and lava. It was hot and if she stayed any longer she would be drenched in sweat. Wanda, pumped with adrenaline looked at the ground and suddenly she got her balance back. She looked through her eyelashes at America that shot a punch.

Wrong, a very wrong move.

Instead of letting herself get beat she stopped the punch from happening, red swirled around her hand. Her black fingers contrasted with her power. America's expression dropped from a triumphant look to a fearful one. Wanda gave a small smile of satisfaction in seeing her frightened, but the girl with the striped jacket didn't lose hope and she lunged one more at the witch.

"I'm going to give you what you want," she spat out.

Wanda's jaw flew backwards and she flared her nose in anger, she strechted out her arm and grabbed America's throat. America opened a portal again and the both of them found themselves in a decayed house.

The wallpapers were curling up and tearing apart, the wooden floor was damp from the draft that hung heavy in the air. If you turned your nose up, you already could smell that no one was here for a long time and we are not even talking about the heavy dust on the furniture.

The estatic buzzing of a broken television snapped Wanda out it, "What have you done?" she hissed to that little wrench.

A characteristic tingle erupted in Wanda's head.

Both of them were in colour, with the blue frame of the portal springing out of the black and white room. Wanda looked at her hands.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, she was back in her home.

Her green eyes teared up and her grasp on America's neck became lighter. A small but hopeful smile grazed on her face and America escaped from her grasp, clasping her hands around her heart she looked more into the room.

America sensing this was her only moment to escape, took it and stepped inside her portal, trapping Wanda in her home. She didn't notice, she had only eye for the room that she was in and ofcourse her husband who sat proudly in his chair.

"Vision," she said, hoping for something back. He looked so happy with the small smile on his face, probably because he saw Wanda again.

But he didn't said anything back.

"I-I know, you don't have to say anything back. But I'm just-I'm just so happy that we are reunited, again." She stepped towards him, slowly turning her head around taking the space up.

"Don't you?"

"Vision!" she snapped at him, her eyes wide open in fury.

There was the audience in her head again that gave pitiful mumbles.

His body slumped in the chair, he stared lifeless ahead, a regretful stutter came out of Wanda's mouth. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to snap like that. I will never hurt you, I'm your wife."

She cupped his head and enveloped him in a hug, "I'm your wife," she repeated. "And my job is to protect you, always, no matter what."

With the flick of her hand she turned on the radio, the soft notes floating in the air. "I think it's time for a dance, don't you?"

The red of her powers hugged the body of him and he floated out of the chair, only stopping mere centimeters before Wanda's face. She smiled again, only a bit to wide for anybody's liking. She put her left hand on his shoulder and 'Vision' put his arm on her back, she enclasped both of their hands and she gave a content humm.

She began slowly waltzing, the corpse leaning on her with his full weight but it didn't bother her. For a minute of two she was swaying on the rythm on the slow sound of the classical music lulling in the living room, but when the music became faster so did they.

She danced so wildly, she didn't even care that she knocked of some of the vases on the ground or the clay splinters in her feet.

She felt complete again, she finally has him back in her arms. The song had ended and she stroked his cheek, "I love you dear Vision," she hold him tightly for quite some time.

Wanda ploffed with a sense of grace on the couch with the Vision cradling against her, red swirled around his head to set it in the right place. The bash in his head was prominent now, but she didn't see it or she looked past it. Cocking her head to the side, her temple was on his. She gave a light kiss on his cold cheek before she looked away, right in the broken television with him, her husband.

All was well.

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jencsi · 4 months

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Holiday Finn! Rambles.

As a child- decorating every room in the house with her parents, vintage figurines of Santas, snowmen, reindeer, paper cut outs of similar shapes that get tapped to the walls, hanging signs with intricate drawings of winter scenes, musical whimsical decorations, holiday shows on television, Frosty, Rudolph, window lights, lights on the perimeter of her home, soft jazzy music playing, fresh cookies and other baked goods from her mother, tinsel, ornaments of all varieties, glass, ceramic, animals, handmade in her elementary school classes over the years, frilly dresses with lace and poofy hems, shiny shoes that clasp together with buttons, watching snow fall, hot chocolate, marshmallows, bowls of candy wrapped in foil on various tables in the living room and kitchen, towels with decorative patterns knitted in, red and green stripes, tiny animals, snowflakes, Christmas cards from various friends and associates of her parents strung up on the wall as part of the decors charm. The holiday party at the hospital where her father worked, helping with collecting toys and food for underprivileged families, the donations her parents could make to help those less fortunate as well as the local animal shelters.

As an adult- Pleated skirt, knit sweater, black tights, extra extra curls in her hair, strands of silver tinsel caught in her hair at random times. Slow dancing on a hardwood floor, dimmed lights, only decorative lights illuminating the room. Bubbly drinks like champagne in a fancy glass that gets lost amongst a crowd. Sugar cookies, frosting, cinnamon rolls, more frosting, melted chocolate. Curling up on a couch or comfy chair, blankets, fuzzy socks, a fire going in the fireplace. Falling asleep on that couch or chair, silver necklaces, sparkles on her cheeks from some unknown source. Walking around the harbor hand in hand with him, attending multiple holiday parties over the course of the month of December, a little black dress, mistletoe, stealing kisses in empty hallways and the parking lot while snow falls, sticking to their coats and hair, people decorate their boats for a competition, boxes wrapped neatly with multicolored ribbons and bows, red and green nail polish, staying in bed all day on the 26th, recovery mode, hiding away under the warm covers, making a gingerbread house that barely stands up, popcorn, holiday movies on the TV in the living room, candles that smell like vanilla and pine and berries. Being able to make similar donations to charity the way her parents taught her. The one day of the year she wants to wake up early, being spoiled with presents at every stage of her life, sitting cross legged on the floor to open them, colorful paper flying everywhere, pure joy always.

#julie finlay #I just love her #holidays #headcanons #ramblings #I might add to this as time goes by

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a-mole-of-iron · 11 months

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Duchowiesen stories: Liftoff

Alright, so, update. Due to diminishing resources and abilities, I was unable to post anything for a while - and now, I’ll be starting to publish a series of very unpretentious short stories in the urban fantasy genre. And I don’t mean modern-day real-world with fantasy trappings; I mean a fantasy world with big cities and elaborate technology. There will be train journeys through magic forests, and visits to taverns with televisions and telephones placed therein; bureaucrats cataloguing ancient relics, and dragons doing aerial photography; elaborate underground cities lit by electric lanterns and overgrown by moss and mushrooms, and mystical deserts with towns raised on concrete pillars above the shifting dunes; welfare provisions for werebeasts and changelings, and vast industries supplying the people with affordable goods; and more besides, all in the setting that me and my friends have developed together.

Without further ado, I present to you: the fantasy world of Duchowiesen, and all of its many unusual and wonderful things, places, and people.

Story genre: comfy urban fantasy

Liftoff

At the Electric Lamplight Inn, it was an hour past lunchtime. The sun crept across the wooden tables covered with checkered tablecloth, with colorful mass-manufacture metal-and-cloth dining chairs around them and salt and pepper shakers with folded-up napkins close by on every table, along the bar and its selection of bottles of varying colors, shapes, and sizes that held alcohol as well as soft drinks, up the wooden beams that helped hold up the second floor, over the walls covered by vanilla-colored plaster and decorated with landscape photographs of meadows, mountains, boreal woods, and glaciers, and towards the clock and the nearby refrigerator with its curved outer surfaces and a glass door displaying cold foods and drinks. The barkeep was absent, and only a couple of people were there, eating their mid-day meal a little late. A big beast-folk guy with striped grey fur, wearing a jacket loaded up with carpentry tools and overalls that seemed sturdy as a cliff face, was treating himself to a good serving of meat and potatoes the inn sourced from the local farmer's market; two businesswomen in rumpled suits discussed trade as they helped themselves to fish with rice that they've systematically drowned in lots and lots of tartar sauce, and an occultist professional from the Southern Lands, with his hawk-like features alongside a fancy coat and pants covered in rune embroidery, was eating alone - or so it seemed if you didn't notice him having a one-sided conversation while looking into a mirror he had standing on his dinner table. The television standing next to one of the walls was set on mute, and even if it wasn't, at the moment it was displaying "The Wondrous World of Duchowiesen Dragons" - one of the most boring offerings among all the niche-subject documentary shows available on TV across the entire Federation, which was saying a lot. The time dragged out a little, flowing like a calm river - but then, another prospective patron walked through the door, a diminutive kobold engineer with their bright green scales and hemispheric sunglasses on their wide, gecko-like face, who was for some reason also wearing a labcoat far outside of any lab.

The kobold walked up to the bar, perched the sunglasses on their forehead, and said: "Excuse me, innkeeper? INNKEEPER?" in their high-pitched voice.

The innkeeper, a middle-aged woman wearing somewhat outdated and yet eternally cool clothing from the jazz era - a flapper look adapted for the everydays of the modern age - walked out to the bar to meet them. "Hello there. Would you like to order a full lunch, or book lodgings?" she asked.

"Neither, actually." the kobold answered. "I just want two deli sandwiches, a glass of mineral water, and a TV broadcast."

"Broadcast...?" the innkeeper asked, somewhat confused.

"Yes!" the kobold squeaked. "Could you tune your particle accelerator... sorry, TV set, to Science Channel One? Yours was the only place in town with a TV I could find on short notice!"

"Alright then." the innkeeper said.

She turned the dial on the wired TV controller, and the picture changed to show a sunlit desert, and in the midst of its sands, the Cosmodrome launch site with a rocket set up on the launch pad. The sound went back on, and the people eating dinner turned their heads to the TV, as they heard the ever so slightly portentous announcer read the text. The announcer went: "...seems that all of the pre-launch checks have been cleared, and the computers monitoring the site all read green. And now we're being told, the Cosmodrome is ready for launch, T-minus five minutes."

"Hey, what's with the broadcast? Is this live?" one of the businesswomen asked the kobold.

"Yes, it is live!" the kobold said. "They're putting the first-ever photo camera into orbit with this rocket! To think we're going to have all-encompassing pictures of the World at last!"

"Now I'm interested." the occultist said, still looking into the mirror on his table. "Sorry, my friend, we'll have to continue another time. What? Okay, that's good in my books. Bye." He folded the mirror's stand, closed up the small decorated shutters over it, and turned around to look at the television as well.

The voice behind the broadcast kept on talking. In the deadpan shared only by the most composed of Railway Commanders and emergency broadcasters, she said: "I am being informed the rocket's fuel pumps are completing their warm-up cycle, and the Skyguard shields with their EM plus Flux ward properties are ready to go. In a minute, we should have the hand-over of controls and telemetry to the radio channels..."

The people in the inn were interested but slightly flabbergasted; none of them really understood the technical terms involved, even as the announcer explained the rocket's systems in more detail. The kobold engineer was geeking out, however, their eyes transfixed by the picture on the screen. Minutes tensed like the strings of a violin as the launch approached, and finally, the announcer has proclaimed: "And now, we have the clearance for launch. T-minus ten... nine... eight... seven... main engines ignition... five... four... three... two... one!"

The broadcast picture showed plumes of steam, and then fire, blast from the lowest stage of the rocket, and just like that, it started ascending, leaving behind the launch tower with its cabling and pipes. "We have liftoff!" the announcer called, the broadcast switching to another camera that showed the rocket blast off into the sky, and disappear into the clear blue above the desert lands surrounding the Cosmodrome.

The kobold engineer looked at the broadcast as the announcer started describing the photography satellite the rocket was loaded with, then slammed their cutesy hands on the table and yelled: "That... WAS SO COOL!" Everyone else around them was in agreement, even though they weren't the same level of enthusiastic. The occultist looked at the screen with an unspoken wisdom, thinking about the sheer possibilities for new esoteric understanding that a view perch to see the entire world could open. The businesswomen wondered just how the world would change once the satellites get flying in earnest. The beast-folk carpenter was impressed by the engineering involved; many orders of complexity above what he did, but hey, he knew an impressive build when he saw one. Even the innkeeper was interested; the whole scene was dramatic and inspiring, and stirred emotions in all who were there to see it. Finally, the kobold picked up their deli sandwich and started chewing on it. One of the businesswomen asked them:

"Hey, you said you were looking for a TV. Are you just passing through like we are?"

"Yes, but I might become a regular commuter here, it seems!" the kobold replied. "I'm doing engineer consulting around the region."

"Odd! We're kind of in the same boat; our firm sells machinery parts all around the Four Cities area!" the other businesswoman said. "Mechanismus-Magiker GmbH, at your service."

"What about you, friend?" the kobold asked the beast-folk carpenter.

"Well, I'm on my way to the Inland Sea for the weekend." he said. "Funny you are from Mechanismus-Magiker." he said to the businesswomen. "I did renovations in one of your company's trade offices just a month ago."

"Oooh..." the occultist said, turning towards the others with an enigmatic smile. "Serendipity."

"Very much serendipity!" the kobold engineer noted with a goofy grin. "Who knows, maybe this is a sign that we should be here for the next rocket launch!"

"When is that?" the occultist asked, laying a pocketbook of solar and lunar calendars on the table.

"In 16 days, 8 PM for our current timezone." the kobold replied. "They're going to launch a radio amplifier satellite next!"

The occultist looked through the book, then smiled enigmatically again and said: "I have not found anything major, but... perhaps something interesting will happen if we join again at that day and hour. Who's with me to try and test this... small hypothesis?" There were a few seconds of indecisive silence, and then, one after the other, everyone else present responded with a variation of "I'm in!"

#duchowiesen #short story #urban fantasy #dieselpunk #you all meet in an inn #space program #kobold #tavern #science!#really comfy afternoon #seriously why is cheerful urban fantasy so rare when it's so enjoyable

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